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Megan & Me

By: meatman04



Megan and I had been friends since high school. After we had graduated high school we spent even more time together. We were both potheads and liked to party with our friends. Megan lived with her mom in a two bedroom apartment. Her parents were divorced and her mom would frequently stay at her boyfriend's house. This suited Megan and me just fine. As I mentioned we liked to party and having a place to do so without parents around was perfect. 

I really liked Megan a lot. Not only was she fun to hang out with but she was also a knock out. She stood about 5 feet 7 inches tall weighing about 115lbs. She had nice large breasts, not Pamela Anderson large but still a good couple of handfuls. They were complemented with her long blonde hair and green eyes. Of course as things often work out when you have a crush on a girl she likes someone else. This was the case in our situation. She liked my friend Steve but he had recently moved out of state and was still keeping in contact with Megan. While I missed Steve, there was a part of me that was glad he had moved.

One night Megan and I were coming back to her apartment after a party. As usual her mom wasn't there. Megan and I had sat and talked for probably about an hour and a half after we got to her place when she decided that she was tired. She told me that I could crash there that night if I wanted to because her mom was away with her boyfriend for the weekend. I asked her if she had an extra blanket so I could crash on the couch. She said "you can sleep in my bed with me if you want. ". I didn't have to give it much thought and said "Sure, if that's okay with you". She said "yeah just let me go and change first". After a few minutes she said it was okay if I came in. Megan had expressed to me that she just thought of me as a friend or a close brother and that she was in love with Steve. Needless to say her asking me to sleep in the same bed with her threw me for a loop. 

She said that she had been having trouble sleeping and had been taking some sleeping pills recently to fall asleep. She looked amazing wearing a pair of loose boxer shorts and a tank top. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. She took her pills and climbed into bed. I shut the light off and climbed in beside her. This was the first time that I had slept in the same bed with a girl before so I was a bit nervous. Megan laid her head on me and we talked some more for a few minutes. Of course I was rambling on about something and I asked Megan what she thought. No answer. "Megan.....Megan....are you still awake?" No answer. I lifted her up by the shoulder and slid my leg in behind her back and by her side. She was now lying with her back on my chest. I was sure she was asleep. At this time a bunch of evil thoughts entered my head. "Should I cop a feel?" I thought to myself. I then thought if I did that she would wake up for sure. I then decided to see if I could pull her tank top to one side hoping that one of her breasts would pop out. 

Slowly I moved my hand up her side until I reached the arm hole of her tank top. My heart was racing a thousand miles an hour at this point. I then pulled on it ever so slowly. Nothing happened. I pulled some more and began to see more of her breast. It was pretty dark in her room so it was hard to tell how much was showing. I kept pulling and pulling. I thought that maybe her shirt was too tight and I wouldn't be able to get her tit out. Then it happened. I couldn't see if her tit had come out or not so I moved my hand along her side and BAM. There it was my hand landed directly on her tit. It had fallen out the side of her shirt and was now in my hand. I wanted to grab it and feel it so bad but was afraid Megan would wake up. So like a shmuck I let go. I laid her back down next to me. I think the movement had caused her to wake up because she stirred a little bit and said "Are you okay." I said "yeah, why do you ask" She turned on the light and said "Wow, your hearts beating a mile a minute" I said "yeah I just had kind of a bad dream". She lay back down beside me. I looked over and saw that her breast was still out of her shirt. She apparently hadn't noticed yet. She asked me what my dream was about and I proceeded to quickly make up a story telling her that I dreamt that we were in a bad car accident and she had died. I then told her that I was glad that she hadn't died. Megan said "You're so sweet" and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. In doing this her bare breast pressed up against my arm. It was very soft and warm. I thought I was going to die. The flesh against flesh caused her to notice her "wardrobe malfunction" and she quickly adjusted it. I pretended that I didn't see anything. She shut off the light and went to sleep. After I calmed down I fell asleep too.

The next night Megan and I came back to her place again after a night of partying. There was plenty of alcohol at the party and after what happened the night before I made sure that she had plenty of alcohol and pot too. She said she was really tired and was ready for bed. She asked me again to stay over. I of course didn't say no. She went in her room and changed this time into a t-shirt and shorts. Megan flopped down face first on the bed. She said that her back hurt and asked me for a back rub. I was more than happy to oblige. I told her that her room was too dark and that I needed to turn on the hall light so that I could see a little bit. She said that was okay. I then reminded her to take her sleeping pills so that she would get a good night sleep. She thanked me for reminding her and got up to go take her pills. I was beside myself with anticipation. The combination of sleeping pills, pot, and beer would keep her asleep for a long time. Megan came back in the room and again lay down on her stomach on the bed. I sat on top of her and started to rub her back over her shirt. 

The first thing that I wanted to know was if she was wearing a bra. I moved my hands up and down her back and felt nothing. Her shirt kept bunching up and it was difficult for me to rub her back. "Megan, could I lift your shirt up in the back so that I could do a better job rubbing your back" I said. "Sure" Megan said almost asleep. I pulled up her shirt to just below her shoulder blades and just below her tits. Her skin was so smooth. I was extremely horny by this point. After a few more minutes I asked her if it was okay if I pulled her shirt up a little more to reach her shoulders. No response. I asked again and still no response. Megan was out.......Showtime!!! I lifted her right arm up so I could get her shirt past her breast. As I did so the side of her breast came into view. I repeated this with the left side. At this point her shirt was around her neck and I knew that all that was keeping me from seeing her tits was for me to turn her over.

Still afraid that she might somehow wake up I slowly lifted her right arm. I pulled it higher and higher finally I flipped her over on her back. And there they were. They were more beautiful than I imagined. They were perfect. Her areolas were perfectly round. I felt like the lump in my throat was the size of a beach ball. I f she were to wake up now with me sitting on top of her and her shirt around her neck then I'd be dead. But she didn't. She was sleeping harder than ever. My dick was harder that ever. No holding back this time. I had to feel her tits. I cupped her tits with both hands and lightly felt them. Growing braver and hornier by the minute I squeezed them harder. My fingers went to her nipples and I started to roll them between my fingers and thumbs until they were rock hard. Her tits were so warm and soft. I lay down beside her and started to kiss and lick her nipples. I took one in my mouth and sucked on it while feeling the other one with my hand. This went on for probably twenty minutes before I decided to move on.

I had seen her tits now I wanted to see the rest. I grabbed the legs of her shorts and slowly pulled them over her hips. Her panties were showing. Slowly I removed her shorts and moved in beside her. I ran my hand over her panties and in between her legs. I leaned up and started sucking her tit again while rubbing my hand between her legs. This caused her to moan which scared the shit out of me. But she didn't wake up. I slipped my fingers into her waistband and slowly started to remove her panties. I pulled the back of them over her ass. Then her bush came in to view. She must have shaved it some because there was only a small triangle patch of hair on her. I removed her panties and stood up. I looked over my treasure. She was absolutely beautiful. I parted her legs and moved my hand up her thigh until I reached her pussy. I had no fear at this point as my penis was in complete control of my brain. I slid one finger in, then two. I started to finger fuck her right then and there. 

I was laying on her now with one hand in her crotch, the other on one tit and my mouth sucking the other tit. I was in heaven. Still she didn't wake up. She moaned a little and started to move her hips as I fingered her. I wanted to fuck her and probably could have gotten away with it but thought that I had gone far enough for one night. I played with her for about another hour before finally redressing her. I slipped into the bathroom to take care of the bulge in my pants (which didn't take long) before crawling in bed beside Megan and going to sleep. On my way to sleep I remember thinking that there was another party happening the following night and that we would have to. We would DEFINITELY have to go. What a great night.

Megan and me



South by Southwest is an annual event in Austin Texas bringing music, movies and art of all types, the following is fiction, I couldn't get that lucky

"Excuse me could I sit with you, I can't find another seat out here." I looked up and saw a plan looking woman with dark raven hair and a cigarette in her mouth. I nod and offer her my seat as I take the opposite her. I know her from somewhere, it will come to me, work maybe?

"Crazy night isn't it?" she asks looking for her lighter, I snap my open and offer it to her. Her cigarette catches, I nod and close the lighter.

"It really is, with all these people for South By Southwest here." She smiles slightly, she doesn't look like an Austinite, Maybe someone from Hollywood. 

She says her name is Megan, I introduce myself. While we talk I can't help but noticed the too tight t-shirt, her black bra straining to keep her breasts in. "If I play my cards right maybe..." I think to myself. We chit chat about the weather, and what bands or movies look good this year. She tells me she's in music, I tell her I am a independent film editor and I'm here because I normally get a free badge. 

Megan is very pleasant company and far too early she checks her watch, and says she needs to turn in tonight. She reaches in to her wallet to pay for her coffees, I wave her off and tell her "it's on me." She smiles a very sweet smile and thanks me, and walks out. I think that I should have asked for her number or something! I decide to call it a night and head out the door, and who is there but Megan with a phone to her ear sounding like she's fighting with someone: "I don't care what time it is, I need a car to pick me up, do you think I know how to get back on my own?" She hangs up her phone with a sound that only a frustrated woman can make.

"I could give you a ride," I offer surprised by my own courage, she turns around clearing not expecting someone to hear her. "I don't mind really, where are you staying?" She tell me, I know right where it is, a nice 5 star hotel, one of the nicest in Austin. 

"I don't believe in white knights, Craig." She tells me, I smile and tell her neither do I. We get to my car, I open the door for her and then let myself in. She talks most of the way, every now and then glancing at me with a curious look. The lights are with us and within 10 minutes we are there at the Continental, I get out and open her door before the valet can open it.

"May I take your car sir?" He asks assuming we are another couple coming in. She looks at me "Hand him the keys already." I stop my jaw from dropping. I hand him the keys and follow her in. 

Even in my slacks and shirt i feel under dressed, but I play it as cool as I can. I follow her like a puppy dog into the elevator. Once inside she presses the button for the private suites and uses her keycard to prove she belongs there. "I can't take advantage of you without offering you a drink at least." To which I smile and thank her.

Once inside I am almost didn't want to sit on anything everything seemed to be worth more than I made in a year. She excused herself and went into the bedroom. I looked around and saw a notebook computer, an ash tray and with some cigarettes stubbed out in it, and a jacket tossed over a chair.

"Could you fix me a Jack and coke please?" She called from the other room, I trotted over to the wet bar. The prices were clearly labeled and as criminal as ever.

"Uh it's eight dollars for one of those airplane size bottles is that okay?" I heard a soft laugh come from the door. 

"Yeah thats fine, pour yourself one too." I do and look over when I hear the door open, gone is the skin tight t-shirt and leather pants, and she's wearing a loose t-shirt and boxers. Megan takes the drink out of my hand and lets our fingers touch a moment too long. She sits on the couch and motions for me to join her.

I sit and take a sip of the drink, so does she, then smiles: "that's a little strong trying to get me drunk?" I sputter an apology and try to take the drink from her. She puts her hand over mine. "That was a joke Craig." she took another drink and set it down.

"Craig I want to ask you something and please be honest. Do you know who I am?" I shake my head.

"I thought you were an A&R or a producer." I take another sip which drains my drink.

She leans forward and kisses me softly but with passion, I slip a hand around her waist and kiss her back in kind. My hand softly tracing lines up and down her spine. Her hands pet my face, she breaks the kiss long enough to murmur "pretty boy" 

Megan takes my hand and leads me to her bed, bed (HA!) it's more like double King size. Her hands untuck my shirt and lift it over my head, and with her nails she traces them back down over my chest. I take off her shirt, her breasts are even more lovely than I had imagined pale nipples on those perfect globes. I take each one in turn into my mouth: sucking and gently tugging on them pulling all the pleasure I can out of them. She gasps and moans pulling my head father into her chest.

"Kiss me." and I do, our pace getting quicker her hands tracing lines on my sides, mine petting her hair while my other hand pets her face. Slowly I begin to trace kisses down her shoulders chest stopping at her breasts, those large perfect breasts, her stomach, kissing that pale skin with eagerness. Down to her boxers, I slowly slide them off kissing the newly exposed skin seeing the little landing strip of hair so I kissed it. Tossing the boxers aside, enjoying the soft sounds she was making I kissed her thighs planting little kisses on the inside and outside of her thighs. When I got to her knees, I lifted one up and kisses the inside of her knee and her gasp made me smile. 

I continued down her leg and kissed the tops of her feet while rubbing the bottom. I started my way up her other leg making love to it with my mouth and hands, enjoying myself so much that my hard dick kept pulsing and tapping her leg. 

This woman that I thought was plain and kind of boring was in bed with me enjoying the pleasure I could give her. My mouth slid over to her pussy, it was open like a flower at mid day. I kissed it sucking her petals into my mouth slowly very slowly running my tongue over her clit. She breathed in through her teeth, a hiss almost as I continued to kiss her and pet her thighs and hips.

"ohh Ohh god dammit oh fuck, fuck FUCK!" Her thighs closed on my ears like a vice, i could hear her blood pump thought them as her climax brought her back off the bed, her fingers in my hair pulling me closer trapping me where I was. She brought me up and kissed me as I could feel her body twitch with after shocks. "Fuck me, fill me, I need it." 

That left no question in my mind what she wanted was what I wanted, she produced a condom and quickly slipped it onto me, teasing my already hard dick. At first when I tried to enter her wet inviting pussy I thought she was a virgin, but she wasn't her walls were still clenching hard. I entered her with 1 hard thrust, "stop just for a second," I did my best to ignore my body begging me to thrust. I'm not large, but not laughable either, 7" and 4-5 around. "slowly fuck me slowly, make me remember it." 

Holding her shoulders which she really enjoyed I began to fuck her with slow full strokes pushing against her muscles. I would love to say I lasted all night, but that would be a lie, after 10 minutes I knew I couldn't hold back any more, Megan could sense it and began to curse and buck with her 2nd and 3rd orgasm, that was all I needed to send me over the edge. No words came out of my mouth just a long scream, I never felt the exquisite pain of myself exploding into her, my eyes were clenched shut and I could feel a couple of tears escape my eyes.

I felt frozen for a moment in time, my new lovers hands brought me back she gently brushed the tears away and brought me down to her breast. Megan held me close, almost protectively as my body continued to convulse faintly. Soft sounds drifted out of her mouth wrapping me up in comfort. She kissed me I could taste her sweat on her mouth. "Sleep here please Craig?" I heard in a sleepy voice of her own, a smaller voice than had ever come out of her mouth. 

"Of course sweetie." I responded, I tried to move to hold her, but she held me fast. Soon her breathing became deeper and softer, I could make out her skin goose fleshed and I brought the blanket up covering us both. As I quickly followed her into sleep.

***

The next morning, or afternoon as the alarm clock was happy to remind me came too quickly. The bed felt larger than normal, I looked around and found I was the only one in it. I got up and picked up my clothes up, and went into the main room, again no one. I found a note on the coffee table:

"Craig, I didn't have the heart to wake you, you looked like an angel sleeping, and we do not have the privilege of disturbing angels. I had to leave, I wanted to let you know last night was amazing, I don't pick up guys often, if ever.. You brought things out of me that had never come out before. I won't promise that you will be my only lover, but there's a part of my heart that will always be yours.

Last night I asked you who I was, because I had to know if you were here because of who I was or if you wanted to be with me, it's hard being on the road town after town. Thank you for letting me be me for one night. If you are ever in Detroit please call me I would love to get a coffee, this time I'll pay.

Thank you again, Megan"

Crap, I was a one nighter, so thats how it feels. I got dressed a little dejected as I went to retrieve my badge and wallet that was on the bar, hers was there too: Megan White, White Stripes. I just spent the night screwing a rock star?!? As I walked out of the her room I thought: "Great, but you can't tell anyone, who would believe you?"



Megan & Me Ch. 02



Driving home from Megan’s apartment that morning, I just couldn’t help but think about the night before and how much fun I had. I was even more shocked that she never woke up. I really wanted to do it again, but I felt a little bit guilty taking advantage of my friend like that. It was so easy though. Once you get away with something I think that it’s just human nature to want to do it again. Megan was still asleep when I left. She looked so beautiful. I felt like I was getting mixed signals from her. She swore up and down that she was in love with my friend Steve but yet she would ask me to stay the night at her house, in her bed sleeping with her yet!! Women, I just can’t figure them out.

My day was pretty normal. I went to work, came home and fed my dog and took a shower. Just as I was getting out of the shower my phone rang. It was Megan. “Hey big shot, how ya doin’” Megan asked. “Doin’ great now that I’m talking to you” I replied. “Ready for the big party tonight at Cheryl’s house?” she asked. “Always ready for a party. When do you want me to pick you up?” I asked “How about 7 o’clock. We can go grab a bite before we go. It’s not safe to drink on an empty stomach and I’m really in the mood to drink“Megan added. “ Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you at 7.” I said. My plan for the night would be simple. I just needed to make sure that she got as hammered as she wanted to be…and a little bit more. 

I pulled up at Megan’s apartment just before 7. She met me at the door. “You ready?” she asked. “Not yet I have to take a piss first” I said. She was wearing a light blue blouse and a skirt. Man did she look hot. I went into her bathroom and grabbed her sleeping pills from the medicine cabinet. I waited a minute then flushed the toilet and out the door we went. 

We arrived at Cheryl’s house about 8pm. I felt like a stud walking up to this party with a beautiful 19 year old at my side. I noticed guys were checking her out and that made me feel pretty good too. We partied pretty hard until about 1 am. Megan was bombed. I acted more drunk than I really was. I said to Megan “We had probably better take off”. She replied slurring “What!! Youwannatakeoffalllllready. The party’s jusgettin started” I said “Megan you’re pretty hammered but I’ll make you a deal, I’ll get you one more drink and then it’s time to go.” “Cool, you’re the man!!!” she said. I walked over to Cheryl’s liquor cabinet. There was a half empty bottle of Southern Comfort inside. “Perfect” I said to myself. 

 I took Megan’s bottle of sleeping pills out of my pocket. After checking to make sure no one was looking, I broke open about 3 tablets and slipped them into her drink. I stirred it up until it was dissolved then walked back to where Megan was sitting. “Here you go you lush” I said handing Megan the glass. She laughed and said “You’re so sweet. I hope when I get married I marry someone like you.” Then she downed the glass….all of it. I knew that it wouldn’t be long now. “Okay Megan, a deal’s a deal. We gotta go.” “Okay let’s split” she said. We said our goodbye’s to everyone and headed for the car. That was an adventure in itself as Megan could hardly walk. Finally I got her into the car and she laid her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes. I looked at her as I got into the car and smiled. 

We were about 4 blocks from Cheryl’s when I noticed that Megan was completely out. Just to make sure I reached over and shook her and yelled her name. Nothing. I reached over and grabbed her breast with my right hand and started to massage it. It felt so good. We had to stop at a red light and I took advantage of the situation. I undid the buttons to her shirt and opened it up. Her breasts were lying against her chest in her bra. I slipped a hand into her bra and started to feel her breasts again. I found her nipple right away and went to work with my fingers. The light turned green. I rolled her left nipple into hardness. It was about that time when I noticed that her bra clasped in the front. “SWEET” I said and popped the clasp with two fingers. Her breasts sprang out into the night. Her nipples hardened in the night air. I was loving life. Megan, the girl of my dreams was sitting next to me with her tits out for me to do with as I please. 

 As we continued down the road I moved my hand to her thigh. When she got into the car she slid into the seat causing her skirt to move almost up to her crotch. I ran my hand along her thigh and up her skirt. Her legs were already spread apart. My fingers rubbed on her crotch. At the next light I knew it was time to get rid of those panties. 

 Knowing that I couldn’t do it with her sitting on them I had to pull into an alley. I got out of the car and worked my way to her door. She almost fell out when I opened it but I caught her. I lay Megan down on the seat and removed her panties. Just then I heard someone say “hey you what are you doing”. I looked down the alley to see two guys coming my way. They were still about a block away though. I lifted Megan upright, shut her door and raced around to my side of the car and got in. By this time the two guys were running towards the car. I floored the gas into reverse and sped out onto the street. I threw it in drive and squealed the tires as I left but not before they got a look inside at Megan. I heard one of them say “Look at those tits!!!” 

I looked over at Megan, still sleeping. Her skirt was around her waist. Her pussy was completely exposed as well as her beautiful breasts. Could life get any better? I reached down again and started to feel her pussy. I stuck two fingers in and started to work them in and out. My cock was bulging and I knew we had to get back to her place soon. 

  Finally we arrived at Megan’s apartment. My left hand smelled like pussy as I fingered her all the way back to her place. I wanted to make sure she was nice and wet. Thankfully no one was around her apartment as I took the half naked Megan out of the car and threw her over my shoulder. I carried her into her apartment with my hand grabbing her bare ass the whole way. I lay Megan down on her bed and took off the rest of her clothes. It was time to seal the deal. 

I spread her legs apart and took off my clothes. Climbing on top of her I reached up with one hand and grabbed her tit while sucking on the other one. I rubbed my dick along her pussy lips. Up and down over and over. Then I found her opening and began to slide it in. With one final thrust I was in her tight pussy. It was the best feeling in the world. I continued my attack on her breasts as I fucked her pussy. How could she sleep through all of this? I lasted longer than I thought I would but knew I was going to come soon. Megan was on the pill so I didn’t have to worry about pulling out and I didn’t. I came right inside of her. I flopped down on her bare body, laying my head on her tits. Her nipples were still hard. 

  I rested there for a couple of minutes then got up and put my clothes back on. I knew that I still had to clean Megan up and get her dressed before the pills wore off and she woke up. As I started to clean Megan’s pussy, I knew that this chance might not come along again for a while so I’d better make the most of it. I took my pants back off and rubbed my dick over her naked body again until it was hard. I then fucked her again for a good 15 minutes. Finally I got dressed again, cleaned her up and redressed her. I looked at Megan sleeping so peacefully and leaned over and kissed her on the lips while groping her tit. I stood up and left. Driving home I thought about what I did and if she ever found out how she would feel. But that was just it. She would never find out from me. Maybe subconsciously she would realize that I was really the one she should be with and that I was the one who really loved her. Maybe, just maybe. Until then there are always more parties to go to.



Megan and Me: The Seduction



Chapter 1: Meeting Megan

I should have hated and feared her from the moment she stepped into my classroom. To be honest, though, I didn't notice her- she was just another student who looked vaguely familiar. Oh certainly, she was very pretty, standing at 5'6'' with an athletic build, wavy brown hair that came down just past her shoulders and dark green eyes that had a subtle hint of mischief, of naughtiness. But, I knew better; I knew to keep my distance, to be professional, and to not get too close to any student. 

Way back when I was a puppy just learning the ropes, my old friend and mentor, Mr. Castile, had taken me aside and said, "Jack, I'm going to tell you this because college professors are too embarrassed to admit it, but the fact of the matter is that you're going to face temptation. When a pretty girl with hormones running wild through her body listens to you quote Yeats from memory or read a line from Shakespeare with understanding, she's going to get a crush on you, and for your own protection, you're going to have to chase her off..."

"Bob," I objected, "that's not my thing. I know better, I-" But then Castile cut me off.

"Bullshit," he said. "The temptation is always there; on top of that, you're not horrible to look at, and you're pretty fuckin' good in the classroom, so it's going to happen." We argued in a friendly way, but I walked away from that discussion more wary and careful than what I had been as an intern. That had been nearly ten years before, and over time, I let my guard down- and that was a mistake, most especially with Megan.

About a week into the school year, Megan stayed after class briefly and waited for the regular gaggle of question-askers to disperse. "Mr. W." she said (my last name is Williams), "You don't remember me, do you?"

I was surprised by the question, and asked, "Should I?"

"Probably not," she answered, her cheeks blushing a little, "I was in your class when you taught at Brooker." Brooker was the public middle school on the other side of town, and had been where I cut my teeth as a young teacher before getting hired at prestigious St. Catherine's.

It took me a moment, but then the light clicked on: Megan had been in my class when she was in the 8th grade, but I hadn't seen much of her. She had turned wild doing God knows what (alcohol and drugs was the assumption) and had more or less disappeared by November of that year. There were rumors that she was doing time in juvenile hall or the psychiatric ward- depending on the source. "Megan," I said, "I am so sorry. I can't believe I didn't recognize you."

"Don't be," she said, "I was really bad back then, and I don't look the same." Both statements were true- I had disliked her for staring at me with bored eyes on those rare occasions when she had actually bothered to come to school. She had also been rail thin, with dark, sunken eyes and hair that covered most of her face. Now, however, she was absolutely beautiful and seemed to radiate confidence. There was just this spark that I could feel that both excited me and made me nervous. I caught myself staring for a second, before she quickly continued. "But anyway, I just wanted you to know that I'm different now. I got my life together and I want to be an English teacher like you." 

It was my turn to blush as I smiled. "Well good," I said as our eyes locked. She gave a nervous little laugh, started to say something, but then thought better of it as my next class started to fill the room. And then she was gone.

Now, if you expected Megan and I to start having sex in my classroom the next day or week, then you were mistaken. Megan had certainly caught my attention; on "free dress" days when the students didn't have to wear their frumpy uniforms, she looked amazing- her legs were long and smooth, her tummy was flat, and her breasts- to say the least- were a distraction, since they were obviously at least Cs, and stood high and firm. But all things considered, it really wasn't that big of a deal. Yes, I noticed and surreptitiously peeked on those days, but I was good about keeping that professional distance. 

The school year, then, progressed at its normal pace, with Homecoming in October, the cold air and Thanksgiving in November, followed by the snow of December. All in all, the first semester had gone quite well- the writing and analysis skills of my students was improving, with Megan easily becoming one of the stars. Unlike many of her peers who excelled, Megan was adventurous, and would sneak in humorous commentary or vigorously pursue tangents that demonstrated a keen understanding of the material. The longer I knew her, the more remarkable I thought that Megan was.

On the last day of class before Christmas break, Megan dropped by. The students had been dismissed, and most of the teachers were hurrying to submit their grades so that they could go home. I was inputting my grades as well, when I heard a clear voice say: "Hi Mr. W."

Inwardly I smiled. "Hi Megan," I said, glancing up from my paperwork. "Shouldn't you be off enjoying your break?"

"Yes- I just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas before I left."

I thought that was very nice and said, "Thank you. Merry Christmas to you as well." 

I then paused and looked at her directly for a very long moment. She was wearing skinny jeans and a tight, purple button down dress shirt that was tautly drawn across her chest. To my surprise and annoyance, I could feel my cock begin to harden. Not good, I thought.

"Oh, and it's my birthday," Megan added. "I think I deserve a birthday hug." I felt my cock get a little harder, and I squirmed. I absolutely wanted to hug her, but searched my mind for an excuse not to. There was none, so instead, I played for time: "Oh, do you now? How old are you?" I then made a couple of ridiculous guesses that elicited a well-practiced, teenage eye roll.

"Shut up," she said shyly laughing. "I'm 19. I got held back in the 8th grade since I'd missed too many days." I hadn't known and felt bad for a moment- thinking that I had embarrassed her. "Just don't bring it up around the other students. I like feeling normal."

"Of course," I said, standing. My cock had gone down a little, so unless she grinded herself into me, she wouldn't notice and everything would be as innocent as it was supposed to be. "Happy Birthday," I said as I opened my arms. She fell into my embrace, and to my dismay, squeezed me hard. Her pelvis and mine made contact, and I knew that she could feel my half-hard cock. Fuck, I thought. When I loosened my grip though, she held me for about two more heartbeats before letting go.

When she stepped back, Megan's face was a little flush and I could see the hint of her nipples trying to strain through the blouse. "I think we both enjoyed that a little too much," she whispered- almost to herself. I didn't know what to say.

After a moment, I stammered, "I should get this done," and moved towards my desk, which caused Megan to laugh. In nervousness and relief, I started to laugh as well. It was at that moment when my Principal stuck her head in the door.

"Megan," she said gruffly (but not unkindly), "you need to let Mr. Williams finish his work."

"Sorry Mrs. C.," Megan said. "Merry Christmas!" And then she was gone.

Chapter 2: Megan

The few weeks off we had were good for me. It gave me time to think and to get my bearings. Yes, when I got home, I fantasized about Megan- about taking her and making love to her over and over again. But that was wrong and I knew it. I even briefly fantasized about dating her after she graduated, but that was just stupid. Rumors alone were enough to destroy a teacher's career. Rightfully, the parents, administration and parish would have turned on me, and I'd be lucky to find another teaching gig within a thousand miles once it came out. So, I did the right thing: I kept my fantasies to myself, and spent a nice, quiet Christmas with my parents, sister and her little family.

When we returned in January, then, I was both disheartened and relieved when I saw Megan walking down the hallway with a boy, holding hands. Over the break, it seems, she had gotten a boyfriend. To my great annoyance, a rush of jealousy swept through me. Grow the fuck up, I thought to myself. This was good though, I knew. I could feel a wall going up; I was pulling away emotionally even though that wasn't what I wanted.

At the end of January, Megan stopped by my class after school. Though she was still beautiful, I had forced myself to stop seeing her that way; Megan was a student- a very good and smart student- but a student, sacrosanct and inviolable. She looked around the classroom, and then asked, "Mr. W., can I ask you something?"

"Sure Megan. What's up?" I stopped erasing the board and turned to look at her.

"Are you mad at me?" She asked as she took a seat in the front row. Her voice quavered slightly; I could hear the nervous sadness in her tone.

"No," I said quickly, a little surprised. "Why would you think that?"

"You just seem different," Megan said. "You don't look at me the same way you used to." The alarms bells started to go off in my head. I started to protest, but Megan pressed on. "I don't know what I'm asking for; I just know that I don't like the way things are." And with that, she stood and hurried out the door. For a moment, I became dizzy, and leaned against my desk. Don't do anything stupid, I thought, but it was too late.

Despite my good intentions, Megan and I began to spend more time together and the line between student and teacher became blurry. I told myself it was fine: she had a boyfriend, and the time we spent together was innocent. Megan liked to help out, and would drop by after school or during study hall. She'd quietly study or help me by grading quizzes as I read through the student's essays or prepared lectures for the next day. 

At those times, we tended to talk more informally than what was appropriate- if she cursed and said something like "fuck," I wouldn't correct her. However, if anyone else was around, then Megan would instantly straighten up and become prim and proper. Once, after another teacher had stopped by to visit, I laughed a little, but Megan said, "It's not funny. I don't want you to get in trouble."

One morning in early February, though, our relationship took an interesting turn. Megan had come by during study hall, and asked if I needed her to do anything. "No," I said. "I'm all caught up for once."

"Ok- well do you mind if I do my homework here?"

"No, feel free," I said. And so, she settled down in the front row and started doing her work. After a few minutes though, she stopped.

"It's hot as balls in here. Can I open a window?" She asked.

She was right- the heater had been going full blast. "No, it's freezing outside. I'll turn the thermostat down, though."

"Fine," she said, with a hint of grumpiness. After a bit of time, she asked, "Can I go to the bathroom for a minute?" I nodded, thinking nothing of it. When she came back, she had a naughty look on her face and said quietly, "I feel so much better."

"Oh?" I asked. She nodded, looking more mischievous than ever. "What?" I asked.

She laughed a little and said, "You don't want to know..." Megan knew full well, however, that I did. I narrowed my eyes and just looked at her. "Ok, but don't say I didn't warn you..." Her voice trailed off, soft, and seductive.

"Tell me," I whispered. I could feel my cock beginning to stiffen. I didn't know what it was, but her manner was turning me on.

She beckoned me with her finger, and I obeyed. I leaned over, and she whispered, "I was having trouble getting comfortable, so I took my panties off, and I feel so much better..." Her voice was purring. My eyes went wide, and I pulled back, like it was an electric shock. Instantly, my cock was rock hard and straining against my pants. She looked straight at my crotch, and whispered, "Somebody likes that." 

I retreated to my desk and quickly sat down. "You're not serious," I said, knowing full well that she was. She was in the standard school uniform for Fridays: a white, starched shirt and a khaki skirt that was supposed to go down to her ankles- but like every Catholic school girl in the history of humanity, she had folded it under so much that it only went down to her knees. In answer to my question, she just smiled.

The alarm bells in my head were going off, but I couldn't resist. "Prove it," I whispered. Her mouth opened and her eyes got wide in surprise. Megan then looked over her shoulder at the open door to make sure nobody was coming. She then spread her legs a little and pulled her skirt up, inch by inch. The white, thigh high stockings then gave way to her smooth, soft skin, and then I saw her bare, naked pussy. I saw it only for a second, but I saw enough to know that there was a thin strip of neatly groomed pubic hair and that indeed: she was not wearing panties. "Oh my God..." I said, my voice low and surprised. "I don't believe it."

"Oh really?" Megan quietly asked. "Do you want another peek to make sure?"

My face blushed, and I said, "No." But then I quickly told the truth and said, "Yes." Her eyes locked on to me, and she pulled her skirt up again and held it for a few moments longer, letting me drink her in. I then looked up at her as she slowly let the skirt slide back down. "Are you wet?" I managed to hoarsely croak out. She nodded slowly, yet emphatically.

"I am so fucking horny," Megan whispered. She started to say something else, but the bell rang. "Time for class!" She said cheerfully, popping up. And then, she was gone.

Over the weekend, I couldn't get Megan out of my mind. It had gone too far, but I couldn't stop and thought, fuck it. Let's see what happens. For the most part, though, I kind of thought that that was the high water mark, particularly when I saw her hugging her boyfriend before the start of school on Monday. Certainly, pangs of jealousy were there, but it made me feel better knowing that our little secret was safe and that we had some clear limits. Looking, I justified, was not that big of a deal.

Megan, though, didn't come by that day or the next, and I started to worry. I began to imagine that she was spooked by the whole thing and would be uncomfortable talking to me. On Wednesday, she hurried into my room after school, hurried up to me and threw her arms around me in a tight embrace. I started to say something, but she interrupted and said, "I can't stay," and left me standing there a little aroused and very confused. From then on, I only saw her in class. Megan stopped coming by, and after about a week, I stopped expectantly looking for her.

Chapter 3

In early March, one of the teachers in my department arranged to take the juniors and seniors on a field trip to go see a production of Hamlet in the city. I wasn't particularly excited about it- mostly because I had already seen the play a half dozens times, had finished the lesson on Shakespeare back in October, and to make matters worse, it was a two hour bus ride with the curtain not going up until 7pm; clearly, it was going to be a long, tedious day for everyone. I even tried to get out of it, but my department head, Ms. Lewis had growled, "Don't even think about it, Jack. You're going and you're going to like it."

The trip there was uneventful- particularly since Megan and I were on different busses. And once we arrived, the performance was pretty good, though the actress who played Ophelia hammed it up just a bit too much for my tastes. At the end of the play, many of the parents who came to the show on their own, or went into the city to have dinner during the play, volunteered to load their SUVs and Minivans to get the students home as quickly as possible. It was a clear violation of school policy, but none of the teachers objected; it was the practical thing to do, liability be damned.

As a result, just about half the kids were gone and they were all exhausted. Many put on their earphones and cranked up the music, while others drifted off to sleep with their heads against the cold, wintery glass. Once we were moving, I found an empty seat in the back of my bus and did the same- I didn't sleep, but I did stare at the half melted, snow covered fields as we drove home. An hour later, we stopped for fuel and a bathroom break. I was fine, so I stayed on the bus, and after about 20 minutes, we were reloaded and moving again. I was lost in my own world, and was startled back to the present when Megan sat next to me. "Aren't you supposed to be on the other bus?" I quietly asked, elated, but nervous.

"Yes, but I got in a little trouble. Adam was getting a little too touchy with me, so Ms. Lewis made we switch," she explained in a low, hushed whisper in the darkness.

I was half hard already, and the bite of jealousy was starting to gnaw at me. "Well," I whispered evenly, "he should know better."

Megan's eyes locked on to mine. "I know. We were both being bad," she then paused, and said: "oh, by the way, I made myself more comfortable... like last time."

I didn't understand and said, "Pardon?"

"Remember the last time?" She asked, giving me a leading look. I glanced into her glowing green eyes, and then it dawned on me, and my mouth opened, but no words came out. "Yes. No panties. It feels so nice." She then openly looked down at my crotch. "Jesus- you love that, don't you?" I couldn't deny it. My cock was straining. She then brazenly whispered, "Do you fantasize about fucking my little pussy?"

I didn't know what to say, and was silent for a very long moment before answering. "You're just messing with me," I said, trying to readjust myself, but failing.

"I am not. Do you want me to prove it?" In the darkness, her green eyes seemed to be liquid and I couldn't pull my gaze away. "Well?" she asked, impatiently, and I nodded. Megan then took my hand and inched it up under her skirt, past the thigh high white stockings, and soon, my fingers were gently touching her bare skin. I slowed her down so that I could caress her inner thigh with my fingers. I was rewarded with a low, deep breath with the hint of a moan. My hand then continued, and my fingers were there, touching her bare, naked pussy.

"You're so wet," I whispered as I started to withdraw my hand.

"Don't," she hissed quietly. "Play with me; I've been imagining this all night," and so I did. I looked around to make sure we were alone, and then, with my middle and ring fingers, I slowly traced the length of her wet pussy, up and down. She was squirming a little and her legs opened wider. "Yessss...." She whispered. With my thumb, I found her clit and flitted over it, just barely making contact. Megan raised her hips a little trying to get a firmer touch. Another tiny whimper escaped and then her hand was rubbing my throbbing cock through my pants. "You're big," she whispered. "I want you inside me." I knew she meant my cock, but that wasn't possible, so instead, I slid my long middle finger into her wetness, and curled it upwards to rub her clit, as I slowly fucked her tight pussy. "God..." she whispered.

"You feel so good," I said. Her mouth was open, but no sound was coming out, and I knew what to do. I then glanced around again to make sure we weren't being watched, and then I reached for her with my free hand and pulled her to me, and we kissed- her tongue went into my mouth, and I sucked on it for just a moment- each of us hungry for the other.

In that instant, her legs squeezed tight around my hand as she quietly bucked. She broke the kiss, put her nose against my neck and whispered: "I'm cumming," as both of her hands reached up and clutched me. I could feel the spasms, and it took a second for it to pass. "Wow," Megan said. "That was amazing." I then pulled my hand away, and even in the darkness, I could see her glistening wetness. "How do I taste?" she asked. In answer, I licked my fingers and smiled. After a few minutes, Megan leaned over and gave me a short, but deep kiss and then changed seats. "I don't want to get you in trouble," she whispered.




Megan and Me: The Seduction



When I got home that night, I couldn't get Megan off my mind. I wanted her; she was like a drug that had given me an unfathomable, ecstatic high that was unrealistic and doomed; and yet: that was exactly what I wanted. By morning, however, reality had set in and cut through the fog of my rationalizations. I had just fooled around with a student, and dark scenarios of me being fired (or worse!) began to play through my head. I couldn't take back what had happened, but it was now time for damage control. I had to stop the madness before it went any further.

To do this then, I started to go to the teacher's lounge during my free periods and made it a policy to not be alone in my classroom. I continued to see Megan in class, but both of us acted as if nothing had happened, which in retrospect seems weird. I suppose we both compartmentalized our relationship. Outsiders (as far as I could tell) never suspected a thing.

Chapter 4

At the end of March- right before spring break- there was a note in my box. It was from Megan's mother, and understandably, I was worried. She wanted to meet and discuss some "issues concerning Megan." There was no indication that anything was amiss. Still though- I had nightmarish images of me walking into the conference, and being ambushed by an angry parent and administrators. My fears though, were unfounded. 

"Mr. Williams," Megan's mom said warmly as she glided into my room, "It is such a pleasure to finally meet you." She was a pretty woman in her own right; in her late 40s and slender with auburn hair. "You are Megan's favorite teacher." I shyly smiled, and then we talked about Megan's progress and the several acceptance letters she'd already gotten for college. "That's why I wanted to talk to you," Megan's mom said. "Megan has applied for several scholarships, and I was hoping that you could help tailor her essays." "I don't think that's necessary," I said, meaning it. "Megan is a gifted writer; I have no doubt that she'll do an amazing job."

At that moment, Megan joined us. "Please, Mr. Williams?" the girl said sweetly. "I really need your help. I want to go out of state, and that won't happen if I can't win at least one of these awards."

"Mr. Williams," Megan's mother followed up, "I will pay you whatever you ask. If you can just help her for a day or two during the break next week, that would mean the world to me. Our thought is that if we can make Megan's work stand out, then that will help her break out of the pack."

I was resolved to say no, but then I made the mistake of looking into Megan's sexy, green eyes. "All right," I said, trying to sound neutral. And then, to Megan: "Email me your topics and what you've written and I'll make corrections and comments. If you'd like to meet, we could probably do it at the Westside Library off of 39th and Main."

Megan looked disappointed and to my surprise, Megan's mom said, "Don't be ridiculous. You'll come to my house." I was going to protest, but then I looked at Megan and saw that unmistakable, naughty twinkle of hers. The temptation was too much.

"Ok," I said. "I'll see you next week."

The following Monday, I found the house. It was in an expensive neighborhood, with tall trees that were starting to turn green after the winter. I arrived at 10am, knocked, and Megan opened the door. "Thank you so much," she said, and gave me a hug that was a little awkward; neither of us, I suspect, was exactly sure of how this was going to play out. She was dressed in faded jeans and a sky blue sweater. I half expected her to take me by the hand and lead me to the bedroom, but that didn't happen. Instead, we went to the large kitchen table, and to my slight disappointment, we got to work by outlining her first essay and figuring out the hook she'd use to interest her readers.

After about 30 minutes, it occurred to me that we were alone. As I watched Megan re-read her opening for the third time, I stood and got some coffee. When I came back, I paused and just looked at Megan: she was graceful and beautiful and sexy and I wanted her. I then moved behind the girl and began to rub her shoulders. "That feels nice," she purred. I then worked my hands up and caressed the back of her neck. Megan then reached up and rubbed my arms as I slowly touched her smooth, porcelain skin.

"You should take off your sweater," I said quietly. "I can't feel you through it." My hands were back on her shoulders and slowly moving down.

"Stop it," she whispered. "You're making me wet." In answer, I leaned down and softly kissed her neck and then her ear, and she moaned. "Stop," she said. "We have to work."

"Are you sure?" I whispered.

In answer, she let her hand trail down to my rigid, straining cock, and said, "Yes. Unfortunately." But before I could be disappointed, she added, "Don't worry though; we'll play in a little while."

At noon, the outlining was all but finished, and so we took a break. Megan excused herself as I sat at the table, drank coffee and scanned her work one more time. When Megan returned, she stood behind me the way I had stood behind her. I noticed that she had changed and was wearing silver athletic shorts and a small, pink t-shirt with "Baby" emblazoned across her chest. When she pressed her breasts into the back of my neck, I could tell that she had taken off her bra. I turned slightly and could see that her nipples were hard. "God" I breathed. "You are so sexy..."

"I've been so horny just imagining you coming over here," she whispered. I then reached for her and touched her pussy through her shorts, and Megan rewarded me with a low, throaty moan. "That feels so good..." I turned my chair a little to face her, and her response was to straddle me. My straining cock and her wet pussy were separated by just a few thin pieces of cloth. I then reached up with both hands, held her face and kissed her. Our tongues intertwined, and then she was gently biting my lip as we rhythmically grinded together. After about two minutes, Megan broke the kiss. "I want to give you a lap dance," she whispered, and then kissed me again, long and deep. Megan then stood. "Don't move."

She was only gone for about 10 minutes, but it seemed like forever. I had no idea what Megan was doing, but I wanted to see. I fought the urge though, and waited. When she returned, Megan looked amazing. She was wearing a skin-tight red dress that barely covered her ass. It also had little cuts all over it. There was one, for instance, just below her hard left nipple, and a thin, long one that showed her belly button and stopped just above her pussy. "This is my mom's," she said. "I've been dying to try it on. I call it the 'swiss cheese dress.' How does it look?"

"Amazing," I said. "Come here." And so she did. She straddled me again, and my balls were starting to ache. We then kissed again, and the right strap of the dress fell down. With my left hand, I gently pulled the material down over the swell of her breast, and I was rewarded with her large, perfectly shaped bosom. They were full and heavy, with erect, pale, pink nipples about the size of a quarter. I tilted my head down and started to kiss and suck and lightly bite those hard little nubs, circling the tip with my tongue.

"Touch my pussy," she breathed. I reached down, expecting to find panties, but to my extreme pleasure and excitement, she had none. I looked at her, and in answer Megan whispered, "You never wear panties with a dress like this and I know that's what you like." She was right. I then traced the outline of her lips, and she was dripping.

After a moment, I took my lips from her right nipple and rasped, "I have to have you."

In answer, Megan lifted her hips and said, "Pull it out. Hurry." I reached down and unzipped my trousers and freed myself. My tool sprang out, long and proud. Megan said nothing. She re-straddled me and rubbed her hot, wetness against the underside of my cock. "I'm going to cum," she breathed hotly, as she kissed me. I answered with a moan as she picked up the pace, teasing us both by holding my cock and firmly rubbing the tip against her sexy, smooth lips. "Do you want to fuck me, baby?" She asked. I moaned and she laughed a little and said, "Yeah, that's what I thought." Megan then guided my cock into her tight, little pussy as I hungrily kissed her neck. "Yessss..." she hissed as we slowly worked it in.

I did my best to hold back, but after six long strokes, I couldn't. "I'm cumming..." I whispered. Megan didn't say anything; her answered was to quickly bounce up and down and fuck me harder. I could feel the spasms as she contracted around my cock and I could feel her shiver as I exploded, deep inside of her. I moaned, deep and guttural, unable to contain myself.

"I'm cumming too..." she said in an exhale. "Oh God, your cock feels so good." She then slumped and buried her face in the nape of my neck and squeezed me tight. "Don't let go of me," she whispered, barely audible. In answer, I reached down with both hands, cupping her firm, tight bottom and pulled her into me even tighter with my still hard cock inside of her. That could very well have been the most exquisite moment of my entire life, and I lost track of time. 

And then it was 2pm, and I had to go. The evidence of what we had done was on my pants, and we both smelled of sex. Megan then changed into a t-shirt and shorts (with a bra this time), and gave me a long kiss. "Tomorrow, right?" she asked. Her hand was rubbing my cock, and I was hard again. We both knew she didn't need my help in finishing those essays, but I said, "Of course," and hurried to my truck and drove home.

Chapter 5

The next day, to my extreme disappointment, Megan's mother was home. Dutifully, the girl and I got down to work. I remember glancing at Megan and feeling weird about the whole thing. The fact that we had had sex less than 24 hours ago didn't seem real. So instead of exchanging meaningful glances, we concentrated. She wrote and I edited, and though I did enjoy spending time with Megan, I wanted more and was frustrated. At about 11am, Megan's mother got a call. "Damn it," she said, "I'll be there in 10." And then to Megan and I, she explained, "I've got to run into work for a few minutes and clear the system." I had no idea what that meant, but I wasn't going to ask questions. "I should be back in about an hour. Can you wait around until then, Mr. Williams?" As per our agreement, she was supposed to write me a check.

"Of course," I said. I was about to tell her that she could just send the check in with Megan after the break, but the woman was gone and Megan and I were alone. I briefly tried to resist my desire, but as soon as the car pulled away, I reached for Megan and pulled her forcefully into my arms. She gasped and then started to laugh and was then quietly moaning as we kissed. My hands were running up and down her back and caressing her firm, sexy ass. "If only we had enough time," I murmured.

"We do," she said and then we went to her room. I admit that I was a little anxious. Being in Megan's bedroom reminded me of how young she was and how inappropriate our actions were. There was a yellow ceramic pony on her dresser, and the half-open curtain above her bed was shrouded in pink lace. I was going to protest, but before I knew it, we were both hurriedly getting undressed. As I sat and untied my shoes, I felt something fall out of my pocket, but I paid it no mind and soon, Megan and I were naked, lying side by side. 

She was stroking by rigid hardness, while I played with her pussy as we kissed. I desperately wanted to fuck, but I wanted the moment to last as long as possible. In the late morning light in the dim room, I pulled from the kiss and studied her. I ran my finger from her soft wetness up to her belly button. I then ran my hand along her side, which caused her to giggle as she hungrily reached to kiss me. 

My fingers then found her right nipple. Megan made a soft whimpering sound as I gently squeezed and pinched the tip. "Yess..." she mumbled. Megan then took my hand and tried to guide it back to her pussy, but I wasn't ready. I continued up her body, running my hands across her throat and the crucifix that clung tightly to her neck. I then pulled from the kiss again and looked into Megan's soft, green eyes. I was now touching her face, and she took my fingers into her mouth, sucking on one, then two- staring intently at me. As I drew my fingers away from her soft tongue, Megan whispered, "Stop torturing me." I then brushed the hair out of her eyes and kissed her again, long and deep. "More," she said as I pulled back.

In answer, I slowly trailed my hand down her body, and plunged two fingers into Megan's wetness, and was gratified to feel her eagerly press herself into my hand. "Cum for me," I whispered as I kissed her neck and ran my tongue along her un-pierced earlobe.

"Harder," she gasped. In response, I quickened the pace, rubbing her clit as my fingered worked in and out of her pussy. "Yes," she whispered. "Like that." And then, Megan pulled my mouth back to hers and was sucking first on my lip, and then my tongue as her body went tight and her legs closed on my hand. "I'm cumming," she moaned. After a few moments, Megan whispered, "Let's fuck." I smiled and pulled her on top of me. We continued to kiss as she rubbed her pussy up and down the length of my cock. "This is going to feel so good," she whispered, almost breathless. She then lifted my member up, and eased it in, working her tight, wet lips around me, slowly, steadily.

We both wanted it to last, and so we fucked at a slow steady rhythm. Instinctively, I'd speed up, but then Megan would ease me back. "It feels like silk..." I whispered as she kissed my throat.

"Easy," she commanded softly. "I'm going to cum again if you let me..." And so we held our rhythm, with her pulled tightly against me, as my cock gently slid in, then out- sometimes with her hips coming up high enough so that my cock would pop out free. Megan didn't like that though- her hand would quickly grab me and guide my thickness back into her soft, sensual wetness. "My pussy is sooo greedy," she whispered. Megan then quickened the pace, grinding against me- fucking me as hard as she could. "I'm cumming..." she exhaled. In answer, I let out a low, deep groan and grabbed Megan's bottom and back and pulled her into me as I exploded, cumming deep inside of her. 

After maybe a minute or so, she glanced at the clock on her nightstand: it was almost noon. Without saying a word, we both got dressed and checked ourselves in the mirror, and made it back to the kitchen table just as Megan's mom got home. We both tried to act normal, but Megan was flushed and I was nervous. Luckily, Megan's mom didn't seem to notice as she wrote the check, and then I was driving away.

Chapter 6

After getting home, I took a shower and then a nap. After waking up, I got dressed so that I could go run some errands. I found my keys and phone, but I didn't see my wallet. I checked the pants I had worn, but they were empty. I then checked my truck, but it wasn't there either. It then dawned on me, and a cold chill ran down my spine: it was on the floor in Megan's room. 

I then eliminated option after option. I couldn't just go back to Megan's and ask for it back. How could I possibly explain it being in her room? I also couldn't wait until we returned to school. I then called Megan's house. My hope was that she would answer the phone and I could tell her about the problem. 

Unfortunately, Megan's mother picked up. I stammered out my lame, rehearsed reason for calling (that I wanted to say "thank you" just one more time) before hanging up. I then figured my best option was to just go back late that night, knock on her window, and get my wallet back. Hopefully, Megan had found it and put it away.

After midnight, I put on dark blue jeans and a hunter green sweater. I felt silly and fretted about getting pulled over or being mistaken for a prowler, but I made it safely to her neighborhood. I then parked one street over, and casually walked to Megan's house. There was a car in the driveway that I didn't recognize which worried me a bit. I considered bailing, but then I saw that there was only one light on: it was Megan's room. "Thank goodness," I thought. I then quietly moved to her window on the side of the house. 

The curtain was still half open and so I looked through the thin, pink frill lace. I expected to see Megan watching TV or reading or doing whatever it was that girls do in private. Instead, I was greeted with a sight that made my heart sink: she was on her hands and knees on the bed and naked. Behind her, her boyfriend (Adam) was fucking her at a furious rate. I could just barely see Megan's obscured face in the mirror, and her mouth was open, and there was this look of pure ecstasy.

All at once, I was overwhelmed. I'm ashamed to admit it, but my cock got instantly hard. At the same time though, I felt utterly betrayed- as if a knife had sliced out my still beating heart. For ten long seconds, I watched as the fury and hurt and excitement of it all boiled to the surface. I then pulled my eyes away, lowered my head and hurried back to my truck, as if physical distance could somehow mitigate the nightmare. I then went to bed and tried to sleep, but all I could imagine was Megan fucking somebody else, and for me, it was soul crushing. It was almost dawn before I slept.

The next day, in the early afternoon, I heard somebody softly knocking on the door to my house: it was Megan. When I opened, she had my wallet in hand and an excited grin on her face. "I thought you might need this," Megan said. 

I had imagined this moment countless times. I imagined taking the wallet and shutting the door in her face and not saying a word. I had also imagined calling her a slut or a whore, but that just isn't me. I had even imagined telling Megan what I had seen and how truly hurt I was. 

But in the end, I took the easy way out: I smiled and thanked her for the wallet and said that it was nice to see her. "Are you going to invite me in?" Megan asked, taking a step forward. But I told her no, concealing my emotions.

"Some of the guys are going to come over in a bit," I said, lying.

"Oh," she said. The look of disappointment was etched deeply on her face. "Well, maybe-" But I cut her off.

"I'll see you next week. Enjoy the rest of your break." We then exchanged an awkward hug and Megan left, shaky and uncertain. The girl knew something was wrong but was afraid to confront me.

When we returned to school the following Monday, my school year was all but done. All that was left were project presentations, reviews, and finals. In that time, I acted normal- or at least thought I was acting normal- and avoided Megan. The hurt was there, but I couldn't do anything about it. Our relationship- all of it- was just so wrong, that all I could do was to pretend that it had never ever happened. Once, Megan caught me before school and asked, "What's wrong?" The pain was evident in her voice, but I held my ground and said that everything was fine. After that, Megan started to avoid me, which hurt even more, but in truth, it was for the best.

Chapter 7

By middle May, all of the seniors (including Megan) were gone. They wouldn't officially graduate for another 2 weeks, but with their finals and advanced placement exams completed, there was no reason for them to be there. Since 5 of my 6 classes were seniors, I had a lot of free time, so I spent more than a few mornings holding court with students who just wanted to say "goodbye" or "thanks" or "good riddance." Megan, however, didn't want to say any of that.

When she slipped into my room that late, Thursday morning, she took her usual seat in the front row. She was wearing khaki shorts and sandals and a pink collared shirt. In spite of myself, I drank in her long smooth legs, and realized that she might have been the most exquisite girl I'd ever known. When my eyes met hers, the hurt was gone. Instead, she looked defiant. "Why are you freezing me out?" She said in a low, hushed tone with just a hint of anger.




Megan and Me: The Seduction



"Megan, I don't know-" I started to say, but she interrupted.

"Bullshit," she hissed. "Tell me."

"Megan," I said, but again she cut in.

"Don't say my name. Just tell the truth. What did I do?" When I shrugged, her anger bubbled up and her eyes flashed in fierce frustration.

My anger and hurt had been rising, and so I growled, low and harsh, "I saw you that night." Megan looked at me. Her eyes didn't soften, but she also didn't understand. "Do you remember the last time I was at your house?" I said in an eased tone, trying to regain control of my emotions.

"Of course I remember," she said, still not comprehending.

"I knew I had forgotten my wallet, so I went back to go tap on your window." For a long instant, Megan looked at me. The blood then drained from her face as the understanding dawned upon her. Like a fish, she gasped for air, trying to find a word to say, but there was none. "Yeah. Now you get it," I said angrily as my eyes locked on to hers. I then watched her frustration dissipate, only to be replaced by a deep and profound sadness. Her eyes were now starting to well.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered. A tear was rolling down her left cheek.

"Don't be," I said, gently now. "I was foolish to let it happen."

"Don't say that," Megan objected.

"It's true. I knew better. I risked everything for nothing."

"No," Megan said, as more tears fell.

Just then, we were interrupted. A sophomore boy (who was in trouble) had been sent. "Ms. Lewis says that I have to stay here." I was incredibly annoyed by this, particularly when Megan stood up, wiped her eyes and walked out. Stupidly, the boy asked, "What's the matter with her?" When my furious glare fell upon him, he hurried into an empty seat and sat quietly, desperately trying to disappear into the background. I then walked to the door and peered down the hallway, but Megan was gone.

Chapter 8

Graduation was set for the first Saturday in June. All of the students were done and the grades had been entered. I hadn't seen Megan since she left, and my anger had been replaced with a dull ache. As much as I hated to admit it, she had meant something to me, and the idea that Megan had been blissfully fucking her boyfriend just a few, short hours after our last encounter had cut me to the bone. The reality was that she had cheated on him, not on me. But of course, the heart has a mind its own and is impervious to logic.

That Friday was a workday for the staff. We had to finalize the awards and such and prepare for the following night, but really, there wasn't all that much to do. After finishing up, several of us went out for drinks. At about 10, I got home. I was a little drunk and had trouble getting the key to fit when I sensed that somebody was standing behind me: it was Megan. 

"I want to talk," she said. I gave what I hoped was a hard look as a mixture of anger and desire rushed through my veins. If I had been sober, I might have sent her away, but then again, maybe not. I opened the door for her, and she walked in.

After closing the blinds and feeding my hungry cat, I came into the living room. Megan was on the couch, so I took the seat next to her, but we were distant; there was a space between. I looked at her as she stared straight ahead. "I want to make it right," she finally said, almost like a little girl. "I didn't mean to hurt you." And from there, we talked for a good long while, retracing all that had happened, what we wanted and what we were feeling. The sturdy walls I had built were beginning to crumble, but the anger was still there.

Finally, I said, "I don't know that anything can be done. I know that it's not fair, but I feel betrayed."

"Please," Megan implored. "I'll do anything you want to fix it." In spite of myself, a devilish smile came to my face. 

"Anything, eh?" I wondered. I then knew the answer: she had to prove that she belonged to me. "Will you do whatever I tell you?" I asked.

"Yes."

"If you hesitate, if you balk, then I want you to leave," I explained. "And if you leave, you're not to come back." Fear glinted in her eyes, which turned me on a little. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," Megan said, her voice meek.

"Good," I told her, and she looked over at me, looking relieved, but nervous. "Stand up," I ordered. "I want to look at you." She did as she was told. Megan was wearing a light blue t-shirt with the word "peace" written out in the shape of a rainbow and blue jeans. I could see the outline of her bra, so I told her to take it off. Megan complied, and I could feel myself getting hard.

"You like-" Megan started to say, but I interrupted her.

"I didn't give you permission to speak," I said tersely. I was pleased by her look of surprise and the hardness of her nipples. "You can only speak if I ask you a direct question. Do you understand?"

Megan looked at the ground and whispered, "Yes."

"Get on your knees," I commanded. Megan complied. I then stood and moved in front of her. "Suck my cock and make me cum." Instantly, her hands were reaching up and unzipping my pants and my tool sprang free. With both hands, she caressed my shaft and balls as she sucked on the tip. She then ran her tongue up and down the underside and as she looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire. Megan worked me for a good ten minutes, kissing, sucking, licking and touching my rigid tool. I tried to hold back, but she was good, and then I whispered, "I'm cumming." In answer, she took my cock as deep into her mouth as she could, sucking hard. I groaned as I climaxed, and she was moaning a little, swallowing my cum. I then noticed that she had been rubbing herself through her jeans. She then took my cock out and was caressing and licking me like it was an ice cream cone. "Did you like that?" I asked.

"Yes," Megan answered, still kissing and caressing my cock.

"You were a good girl," I told her. "I'll reward you, but I didn't give you permission to rub your pussy, so you need to be punished as well." Megan continued to play with my cock, which was still half hard. "Go into the bedroom and wait for me," I ordered. Megan, stood, and hesitantly walked down the hall. I then went into the garage and found some twine and put it on the kitchen counter along with some scissors.

In the bedroom, I found Megan standing at the foot of my bed. "Get undressed," I told her as I went to my dresser. In the top shelf, I found a bandanna. Megan had taken off her sandals and was pulling down her jeans. She was wearing a thong with thin horizontal stripes, alternating blue and white. Her t-shirt then came off and her heavy, full breasts were free. As she pulled down her panties, I stood behind her and reached for her pussy with one hand while the other played with her nipple. I could feel her wetness. "Are you ready for me to fuck you?" I asked. My cock had already recovered and was hard.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Good, but it's not time yet," I said. I then picked up the bandanna I had pulled from the dresser. I tied it around her eyes, blinding her. "Can you see?" I asked. "Don't lie to me."

"I can't see," Megan said.

"Good," I then took her by the hand and led her to the bed. "Lay down and rub your pussy. Make yourself cum." Megan's mouth opened in protest, but no words came out. Instead, she did as she was told. Her left hand went up to her nipples while her right hand went to the soft, pink folds of her silken wetness. I was entranced, watching her fingers move up and down, methodically, rhythmically. She then exposed her clit, and traced tiny circles around it with her middle finger, before suddenly inserting one, then two fingers into her wet pussy. She was moaning a little and I was stroking my hard cock. I wanted to fuck her, but it wasn't time. Now I was lying next to her, brushing her nipples and tummy with my hand. In her ear, I whispered, "What are you imagining?"

"Fucking you," Megan answered.

"How? Where?" I asked.

"At school," she whispered. "You fuck me in your classroom. You lift my skirt and pull off my panties and fuck me hard while I'm bent over your desk."

"Do you fantasize about that a lot?"

"Yes," she whimpered. "I want your cock."

"Cum for me," I ordered. In answer, Megan picked up the pace. She turned her face toward me, and I couldn't resist. I kissed her, sucking her tongue and gently biting her lip as her hips bucked upwards, sending her over the edge.

"Oh," she whimpered. Her legs clamped around her hand and she lifted her ass off the bed, her knees bent. "Oh," she said again.

"You were a good girl," I whispered, followed by long, wet kiss. "But now, I have to punish you. Don't move." I then stood and walked to the doorway. Megan was lightly touching her pussy as she half curled up. I then went to the kitchen and got the twine and scissors and returned to Megan. I cut a good length off and said, "Give me your left hand." She complied, and I tied her to the headboard with a tricky knot I'd learned in the Boy Scouts years before. I then did the same to her right. "Try to get free," I ordered. She struggled a little but couldn't. "I'll be right back." After a few minutes, I returned with a glass of ice and a burning candle. "Are you ready for your punishment?"

"Yes," Megan said. Her voice trembled, a combination of fear and excitement. I then took the candle (which smelled like cinnamon) and dripped a thin bead of hot wax on to her tummy. A rush of air escaped Megan's lungs in surprise and pain. "No," she begged. "Please."

"Are you telling me to stop?" I asked, letting her hear the edge in my voice.

Megan paused. "No," she timidly said. I then dripped wax on to her right nipple and then her left. Megan grunted in pain and squirmed a little, but said nothing. I then dripped a little more on her thigh- an inch away from her pussy- and she jumped. More air escaped from her lungs.

I then put the candle down and crawled beside her. "You're being a very good girl," I whispered. I peeled off the dry, but still soft wax and looked at the angry red marks. "I burned you," I said. "let me make you feel better." I then kissed her tummy, softly, gently, lovingly. I then moved to her nipples, and kissed and licked and sucked. Megan rewarded me with a deep, throaty moan. I then moved down to her leg, her inner thigh. She spread her legs, eagerly anticipating my kisses and attention, wanting to give me easy access.

Her pussy was so wet that I couldn't resist: I touched her lightly and rubbed her clit. Megan moaned. I then lowered my mouth and kissed her inner thigh, where the wax had been. She squirmed, trying to get my lips to hers soft pink folds. "Please," she whined.

"What do you want," I asked, knowing that I was being cruel. "Lick me," she said. "Please."

"Ok, but then I'll have to punish you some more," I warned.

"Yes. Anything," she said. And with that, I tasted Megan's sweet little pussy for the very first time. With the tip of my tongue, I traced her wet lips, up one side, down the other. She bent her knees now, and raised her hips. "Yes," she whispered. I then flattened my tongue and let her rub her pussy up and down, up and down against me. "Oh," was all she said. I then took the tip of my tongue and found her clit, hiding at the top. First I kissed her, and then I flicked her nub, moving my tongue from side to side. "I'm going to cum," she whimpered, trying to break free of the restraints, but my knots were too strong. In answer, I slip one finger, and then two deep inside of her and I gently sucked on her clit. Megan thrashed against me with a loud, unrestrained moan. "Yessss..." she said, her hips raised as the waves of her orgasm emanated from her pussy. "God," she said, pressing her wetness to my mouth. Megan then let out a contented sigh.

"Now it's my turn," I said after a moment. I then pulled out an ice cube and let the cold water drip on to her. Megan jumped as each wet droplet hit her tummy, thighs and breast. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked. Megan hesitated and then emphatically shook her head, saying no. I then took the ice and put it on her belly button. From there, I moved it up to her throat and then down to her still wet pussy. Her mouth began to shiver a little. "If you continue to be good, I'll fuck you. Would you like that?"

"Yes," Megan answered quickly.

For a few more minutes, I tortured Megan with the ice, kissing her and playing with her as she struggled against the twine. I then put the ice away and gently kissed her neck and cheek and ear. "You did very well," I whispered. "It's late though. You should go home."

"No," Megan begged. "Please.." her voice trailed off.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Aren't you going to fuck me?" The distress was evident in her voice.

"Let me think about it," I said as I stood up. I then undressed. Megan could hear the clink of me undoing my belt, and a silly little giggle escaped her lips. I then crawled between her legs and rubbed the tip of my hard cock against her dripping pussy and she moaned. "Is that what you want?"

"Yesss..." Megan hissed.

"Tell me what you want."

"Your cock," she answered, trying to get my cock deep inside of her. "Fuck me. Please..."

"I don't know," I said, but I let my cock go just a little deeper.

"Please fuck me," Megan whispered. "I'll do anything you want..." To reward her for the promise, I let my cock slide into her tight pussy just a little further. Megan moaned. "Yes. More," she said. I then slid my cock all the way in, and I fucked her with a slow intensity. She leaned her head back, and so I kissed her neck and ear. The excitement was getting too much. I was going to cum, so I stopped. I pulled out of her. Megan was frustrated and exclaimed "No!" when I cut the twine freeing her.

"Get on your hands and knees." Megan moved quickly, still blind folded with her ass now high in the air. I moved behind her on my knees and slid my rigid, thickness into her. We both moaned and now, I was fucking her fast and hard.

We quickly fell into a rhythm, and Megan whispered to herself, "yes..yes...yes..." I could feel myself about to cum, but knew that Megan wasn't there yet, so I pulled out again. I knew that I had more control with her on top, so I laid down. Even though Megan was still blindfolded, she knew what to do, and soon, she was on top of me, bouncing up and down, her wet pussy hungry for my cock. I then removed the blindfold, and Megan stared at me with unashamed, raw, sensual desire and then we kissed, our tongues dancing. Both of my hands were running up and down the length of her body. I then squeezed her ass and pulled her into me. "I'm cumming," she whispered.

In response, I let go and felt myself explode. Megan slowed down, and then stopped, breathing heavily, both of us hot and damp with sweat. We then continued to kiss for a good long time, and then I said, "I want you all to myself."

"I'm yours," Megan whispered. "You can have me whenever you want. You can do to me whatever you want. I belong to you. I always have." We then kissed some more and soon I was hard and then we fucked again. This time I was on top, and so I pulled out, my cum exploding, hitting Megan's belly and breasts.

When I looked at the clock, it was 3am. "It's late," I said. "Will you be in trouble?"

"Yes, but I don't care," she answered. We then got up and showered together, our hands caressing each other's bodies. When I got hard again, she leaned her ass into me, and my cock easily slid in. This time, she was the one who came quickly. Afterwards, we dried off, and Megan picked up her clothes, considering them. "Can I stay?" she asked, hopefully.

"Your mother will worry," I pointed out.

"She won't care," Megan assured me; we both knew it was a lie, but I wanted her to stay. In answer, I reached for her, and Megan coiled around me. She fell asleep in my arms, purring and content as I caressed her hair, and in all my life, I don't think I had ever been happier.

Graduation came and went, and Megan was true to her word: she belonged to me. For weeks, she'd come over on a daily basis, and we did little more than fuck and hold each other in the late morning light. If I had to tell the truth, I'd say that we both fell in love, and though the fantasy of us being together was an intriguing topic, it had to remain just that: a fantasy. I had a career (which our relationship would destroy) and she had college (which was 600 miles away). 

After we made love that last time in late August, Megan's pretty green eyes were wet with tears. "Don't be sad," I whispered. "I'll see you in November." And then she was gone, and I started counting the days, impatiently waiting for her return.



Megan and Mitchell



Author's note: This is a non-linear story. It jumps to and from the past and present. I separated the time jumps with a series of asterisks. I hope that helps some.

Editing thanks go to Todger65.

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Chapter 1

Jordan's toes curled once again, her legs propped on Mitchell's shoulder, his tongue swirling around inside her pussy. She gripped the sheets of his bed on the sunny Sunday morning having been awakened by Mitchell's probing tongue. Mitchell guided a hand up her stomach, coming to a rest on one of her large breasts, squeezing it gently while his mouth worked below. His phone on his bedside table vibrated a third time in the last five minutes.

"Mitch, stop, please?" the 27 year old blonde asked her friend.

Mitchell sighed, sitting up, glancing to the phone, "I should've turned it off. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. But maybe check it to be sure it's not an emergency?" Jordan asked.

Mitchell reached for his phone, his eyes widening, seeing it was his stepdad calling. Perhaps it was an emergency. He answered the phone, getting off the bed, leaving the room, glancing back at a nude Jordan.

Jordan stretched in the sunlight, waiting for Mitchell to return, casually playing with her long blonde locks. Several minutes passed before he returned to his bedroom. It looked as though he had just seen a ghost, his face flushed of color, his eyes blinking rapidly.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Jordan asked, concerned about her friend with benefits, Mitchell.

Mitchell slowly sat on the edge of his bed, eyes to the floor.

"Mitch?" Jordan asked, resting her hands on his shoulders.

"That was my stepdad. He and my mother are divorcing. She's coming out here to live with me," Mitchell solemnly informed Jordan.

"Oh," she said, slightly sighing of relief that no one had died or was hospitalized. "I'm sorry?"

Mitchell sat, shaking his head, unable to speak.

"Is that bad?" Jordan asked, rubbing his shoulders.

"Yeah."

"I see. Um, well, is there anything I can do?"

Mitchell shook his head once more, "I gotta start cleaning. She'll be here next week. I'm not in the mood to hear her whine and complain about this place being messy."

Mitchell stood, gathering his clothes, "Plus I'm not horny anymore. Sorry," He sighed.

"Hey, It's ok Mitch," Jordan smiled, standing to hug him. "I'd feel pretty crappy too after hearing news like that."

"He didn't even say why they are divorcing. It's like he wanted her out of his hair as soon as possible. I don't blame him," Mitchell rested his head on Jordan's shoulder. "He told me she requested to stay with me. I tried to ask why she couldn't go stay with my Aunt. But he was in a hurry to get off the phone."

"Well hopefully she won't be too annoying," She attempted to comfort him.

"Yeah," he shrugged, the somber tone of his voice showed he didn't believe that for a second.

"I gotta go soon anyway. I want to get some sleep before my flight. We didn't sleep much last night, did we?" Jordan winked.

"Heh, nah," Mitchell watched his flight attendant friend gather her things. She kissed him good bye, telling him to relax, and that they'd see each other again soon.

"Be careful. Some of those passengers may want to join the mile high club with you," Mitchell joked.

"Some might already have," Jordan smiled and waved at him, getting into her car.

Mitchell was left alone in his condo. The 23 year old had a mess to clean. He wanted the place spotless. He didn't want to give his mother any ammunition to nag him and run her mouth about his cleanliness. He thought about how much of a nightmare it'd be, to once again live with the "Queen Bitch" as he called her.

*********

"I said take the trash out!" Megan yelled at a 16 year old Mitchell.

"I am!" he replied.

"No, I've had to tell you three times to do it! That's your problem, you don't understand that when I say do something, do it! Don't wait and do it on your own time," She peered into Mitchell's dark blue eyes with her own matching orbs, sticking her finger in his face.

"I'm doing it right now mom, ok?" Mitchell said.

His mother had been on his case all day, all week, all month it seemed. She was unrelenting. She was always fussing, scolding, or nagging him about something. He rolled his eyes and headed back into their Miami home after putting the trash in the trash bin behind the garage.

"Your room is disgusting. Clean it," Megan ordered, upon hearing him return.

"It's not that bad."

"Do it Mitchell! What is your problem? Huh? I said clean your room so go do it. I'm getting so sick of your attitude and how you think you can just do whatever you want. I will check your room in one hour. It better be spotless." his mother scowled at him.

Mitchell stood there, mouth open, in disbelief. He recalled the many conversations he's had with his stepdad about his mother. Following his advice, he shut his mouth, nodded his head, and went to clean his room.

After finally meeting her seal of approval after three scrutinizing checks, Megan finally judged his room to be clean enough.

"Now keep it this way," she growled, closing the door behind her. Mitchell wanted to scream at her.

Later that evening he was sitting on the couch watching a football game and his mother joined him. She smiled softly, sat next to him, moved his arm, placing it around her short little frame, and snuggled up to him.

Mitchell rolled his eyes at her. She had been increasingly difficult to deal with. After each annoying nagging session there was calmness, affection, a total opposite behavior from his mother. She would yell and boss him around, then later hold his hand, play with his dark brown hair, or snuggle on the couch. He had no idea why she was like that.

Chapter 2

After several phone calls to his stepdad, begging for more information only to be dismissed; an OCD-like cleaning of his condo, Mitchell stood teeth clinched, watching his mother's cab arrive outside the condominium complex.

"Looks like the Queen Bitch is still in good shape," he muttered under his breath, watching his 40 year old mother, Megan, step out of the cab. She was wearing large sunglasses, a short, white, spaghetti strap sundress displaying ample cleavage. Mitchell glanced at her equally ample breasts and sighed once more.

Making his way to her cab, she smiled politely at him; he nodded, leaning down for a quick one arm hug. Mitchell patted her upper back a couple times, ending the hug, watching her pay the cab fare. Megan smiled up at her tall son once more. Mitchell looked away to the back of the cab, not meeting her gaze.

"Yeah, my bags," Megan said. Mitchell grabbed them from the open trunk without being asked. The two walked through the courtyard into his condo without speaking.

Mitchell placed her luggage in his guest room then entering the living room, finding his mother looking around. Hair dark hair was pushed back by her sunglasses. "What's that smell?" she asked.

"Here we go," Mitchell thought. "The ocean," he replied.

"I know that, Mitchell. I lived in Miami long enough to recognize it. I'm smelling something else," She sniffed the air.

"I don't know," Mitchell moving to the kitchen, opening the fridge seeing a slightly old container of leftovers.

"Ah, that's it. You should probably throw that out," Megan said, appearing behind her son, placing her hand on his shoulder, slightly startling him, peering into the refrigerator from behind him.

"Yeah," he said. He didn't want to throw the food out; Mitchell would just nuke it extra long if there wasn't mold growing on it. He did as he was told, not looking or speaking to his mother while cleaning the container in the sink.

Mitchell glanced at her, just as she turned around from her inspection, their eyes meeting quickly. He thought he saw a smile on her face, but looked away as quickly as he could when their eyes met.

"Alright, well let me show you around," Mitchell said, putting the dishtowel back on the rack.

The condo was small so it only took a moment. He showed her the kitchen, living room, small bathroom, and his room. Megan entered it, sitting on the bed, running her hand over the cover.

"It's nice," she smiled at her son.

"Thanks. Your room is across the hall here," Mitchell, not returning the smile, looked away, motioning her to follow.

"Oh my, this is really small," Megan complained, her arm wrapping around Mitchell's. He unhooked his arm from hers.

"Yeah, well, it's this or the couch," he replied, walking away.

"Ugh, I guess this then. There's hardly enough room for my things," Megan droned on, Mitchell taking the high road and ignoring her whining.

Mitchell pretended to work in the kitchen, his mother sitting on the couch, running her hands over her knees, her feet propped up on the coffee table, "So what are we doing tonight?"

"Excuse me?" Mitchell asked.

"Yes. Tonight. What are we doing? It's Saturday," Megan said.

"Yeah. Well I have some work I need to catch up on," Mitchell answered. It was a half truth. Yes there was work he could do for the software company he worked for, but it wasn't catch-up work. He wanted an excuse to avoid her, to stay in his room on his laptop.

"Well that's no fun on a Saturday night," Megan said.

Mitchell ignored her. Finishing up his task in the kitchen, he grabbed the TV remote from coffee table in front of the couch, placing it on the empty cushion next to his mother.

"Feel free to use this," He said, heading to his room.

He didn't want to talk to her; he didn't want to see her. Six months ago when he was at home for Thanksgiving was the last time he saw her. He sat quietly in his room, answering emails on his laptop, doing small amounts of work, the TV from the living room down the hall in the background.

An hour later, Mitchell heard his mother clear her throat at his doorway, "It's a little chilly in here," she said.

"It's like 70 degrees," Mitchell answered, not looking away from his computer.

"Can we turn the AC down a bit?"

Mitchell sighed, shrugging his shoulders, "Sure." He walked to the end of the hall and adjusted the thermostat, quickly making his way back to his bedroom, finding his mother sitting on his bed once more. He ignored her and went back to work.

"So what are you doing that's so important it can't wait until Monday?" Megan asked.

Mitchell paused before answering, "Just catching up on emails. I'm the new guy, I just want to make a good impression."

"Well I'm sure you've made a great impression already, without having to work after hours," Megan said, hoping Mitchell would take the hint and close his computer.

"Have you visited your Aunt Lisa since you've been out here?"

"No," he quickly replied, not caring one bit about visiting his mother's sister - a woman he has never been fond of.

"Not once since you've been out here?" She asked, her voice showing annoyance.

"No."

"You mean to tell me you haven't once visited your aunt since you've been out here for college? Don't you think that's a little rude, Mitchell?"

He shrugged, his back still turned to his mother.

"Well I'm going to be visiting her. Gosh, that's embarrassing. To think you've been out here since you were 18 and haven't even stopped by to say hello to her," Megan sighed. Mitchell bit his tongue.

"She doesn't live that far away. How far is the Palisades from here?"

"About 30 minutes," Mitchell replied, immediately cringing with regret for answering.

"30 minutes? Are you serious? You live that close to her and you haven't even visited? Ugh, Mitchell," Megan scolded.

"I've been kinda busy with work," Mitchell told another half truth.

"Or have you been busy with a girl?" Megan asked raising an eyebrow, her son still not turning around from his laptop on his desk to look at her.

"No," he answered. There was no way he was going to explain to his mother his relationship with Jordan. They weren't a couple, but were friends who occasionally had sex, that was it. He didn't want to hear any lectures from his mother about that.

There was a long pause before Megan spoke again. "Alright, well I'll ask again, what are we doing tonight?"

Mitchell stood, shutting down his computer, grabbing his keys. "Maybe we can eat leftovers after I show you around the complex some."

"Leftovers?" Megan said. "Let's hope they are fresher than the ones you threw out."

"Shoot me now," Mitchell thought, making his way out of his room, his mother close behind him.

After he gave her a brief tour of the condominiums, including a view of the Pacific Ocean and the private beach the residents rarely visited, the fitness center, and the pool area with hot tub they headed back inside.

"It's very nice," his mother said. "But we aren't eating leftovers. We're going to dinner."

Mitchell took a deep breath, sighing heavily, nodding his head "yes." He didn't want to fight about going out to dinner.

After listing several cheap restaurants only to get rebuked for each choice, Mitchell relented, telling his mother of a nice seafood restaurant that was a little pricier than he'd like to take her to. He was happy with one of the sandwich shops or chain restaurants he suggested.

"Good. Now go change," She told him.

"No, this is fine."

"You aren't wearing a t-shirt and shorts to a nice restaurant. Go change into something nice," Megan ordered.

"Why don't you go change," He replied.

"Because I like this dress and I want to look nice. Now go change," She ordered him once more.

Minutes later, Mitchell emerged from his room wearing dress pants and a tucked in shirt, "Is this fine?"

Megan smiled, moving toward him, looking into his eyes, adjusting his collar, "It's perfect."

Chapter 3

"Hurry up Mitchell!" Megan yelled to her teenage son seven years ago. It was a mother/son social event for the Eagle Scout troop Mitchell was in. He vehemently opposed going to this event, especially with his mother, but Megan insisted, ordering him to go and bring her or he'd be grounded.

"Do we have to go to this thing?" Mitchell pleaded one last time walking down the stairs.

"Yes. Stop asking," Megan said.

She inspected his outfit. "No, no, no! That is not the tie I picked out. Go back and get the blue one. Geez, Mitchell, pay attention!" she scolded him.

Mitchell returned a few minutes later. "Hurry! Does it take that long to put on a tie?" his mother asked.

"You didn't even do it right!" She exasperatedly told him, fixing his tie in the process.

"Ugh, there, fixed. Now hurry it up!" Megan practically pushed him out of the house.

Mitchell made a wrong turn on the way to the event, she jumped on his case. She didn't like how slow or how fast he was driving, she complained about that. He didn't hold the door open for her, she fussed again. He had trouble slow dancing, showing no rhythm, almost stepping on his mother's feet and was once again on the receiving end of her nagging. Mitchell was mortified in front of the other teens at his table when his mother reprimanded him about which fork to use. On the way home he was clinching his teeth with anger.

Dozing off on the couch later that night, the TV on in the background, Mitchell felt a soft, warm body slide next to him. His mother smiled at him, caressing his face, planting a slowly kiss on his cheek. She moved his arm, resting her head on his lap. Mitchell shook his head, observing a smile come across her face, her eyes closing. Megan, reaching behind her, grabbed his arm, pulling is across her body, holding his hand and dozed off.

*********

In the present day, at the restaurant Megan made small talk to her son, asking about his job, how he likes living there, and if he had many friends. There was no mention of her divorce from Mitchell's stepdad. Mitchell didn't bring it up, almost afraid of hearing the truth.

He did ask her about her plans for a job. His mother was a massage therapist in Miami and she told him she was hoping to find something similar in Malibu. Mitchell subtly hinted that it would be good for her to get a job and back on her feet. "So you have your own place and be out of my hair," He thought to himself.

After the meal, Megan sipped on her coffee. She moved across the table to Mitchell's side. They watched a string quartet play in the corner. Megan smiled, moving Mitchell's arm, putting it around her, much to his chagrin. He didn't complain, going along with her affection.

They were silent on the way home, Megan sending text messages to her sister, Mitchell wanting to go to bed. After they arrived, he headed straight to his room to change into pajamas, closing the door, not saying goodnight to his mother. He listened to her start up the shower and drifted off to sleep. Day one was over.

Or so he thought. An hour later he was woken from his slumber when his mother told him to scoot over. "Huh? What?" he asked, groggily.

"I said move over. It's cold in here. Why do you keep it so cold?" She complained.

"Blankets are in the hall closet," Mitchell said, sliding over to make room for her.

His mother ignored his suggestion, practically pushing him across the mattress. She slid under the covers, her long white t-shirt covering her panties, and then moved Mitchell's arm and snuggled close to him. She guided his hand to her hip, brought her own to his chest, and eventually was sound asleep. Mitchell couldn't help but think how soft and warm her body was against his. He admitted maybe it wasn't so bad to snuggle with her before sleep found him once more.

The next morning Mitchell woke up to the smell of bacon. Seeing he was alone in his bed, he made his way to the kitchen, to find his mother cooking breakfast. He watched her reach to the cabinet above her, the long t-shirt coming up, exposing her pink panties. Mitchell looked away, making his way to the living room, sitting on the couch. A few minutes later a plate of bacon and eggs was sat in his lap. His mother sat next to him, handing him a fork.

"I was thinking we could go to the beach today," She said, taking a piece of his bacon.

"I don't know," Mitchell replied, not bothering to thank her for the meal.

"Please? It'll be fun."

Mitchell shrugged, continuing to eat his eggs.

"Well what else is there to do on a Sunday?" Megan asked.

Mitchell thought about how his sex session with Jordan was interrupted the previous Sunday with the phone call from his stepdad.

"Alright," he sighed.

After breakfast, he cleaned the kitchen yet again to deny his mother a reason to nag him. He changed into his swim trunks, grabbed a t-shirt, a towel, and waited outside for her.

Megan arrived a few minutes later wearing the large sunglasses, a fairly long, yellow beach dress - the top part barely covered her bikini top. Mitchell nodded to her and led the way. He glanced over to her when she grabbed his hand. Walking to the beach, she talked on and on about the nice weather, complaining about how cold it was in his condo again, and asked Mitchell how often he came to this beach, showing frustration with him when he said "hardly ever."

It took forever for Megan to find a nice spot for them to sit. Mitchell didn't complain but sat down in the sand once his mother found the perfect spot for their towels. He glanced at his mother when she removed the beach dress, revealing a dark gray, almost silvery bikini. He looked away when she bent down to apply sun screen to her thighs, her large breasts almost spilling out of the top.

They again, sat in silence, watching the waves crash on the empty beach. Mitchell's gaze found his mother once more, she was on all fours, doodling something in the sand. He watched her long, dark hair, being blown by the light breeze, her large breasts hanging down and jiggling as she doodled. Her movements stopped. Mitchell looked to her face; she was staring back at him, smiling. Mitchell quickly looked away.




Megan and Mitchell



"Let's get in the water," Megan said, standing, extending her hand to Mitchell. He stood on his own, not grabbing it, not noticing his mother's sand drawing of a large heart with "M + M" in it. Making his way toward the water, his mother followed him, holding on to his back as the waves crashed into them.

Mitchell sat on his knees, his mother further out, standing in breast-deep water. She splashed him, urging him to splash back. Mitchell shook his head, smiling politely. Megan turned around staring out into the ocean, noticing dolphins in the distance. 

"Look!" She pointed to them.

"Yeah. Sometimes they come in close. I've seen them from back at the beach entrance sometimes," Mitchell said.

Megan stood, enthralled by the dolphin's gradual approach to her. She smiled; watching two of them swim closer, their dorsal fins exposed. Mitchell tried to contain a chuckle when his mother waved goodbye to the dolphins when they moved on to another area.

"Like my bikini?" Megan asked her son.

"Huh? Oh, yeah it's fine," Mitchell said, barely glancing at it.

"Feel it," Megan told him, moving closer to him.

"What?"

"The fabric, here," Megan replied, dragging Mitchell out further into the water. He cleared his throat nervously when his mother jumped and straddled him. "Feel here," she said, pulling the bikini top slightly away from her left breast.

"Uh, ok," Mitchell said, taking the fabric in his index finger and thumb. "It's silky, I guess."

"Yep," his mother smiled at him, then grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand close to her breast, so the fabric was placed back where it belonged. Mitchell tried to recoil his hand when he felt his knuckles press into her boob.

He released the fabric and resumed staring out toward the horizon. "So where are we going tonight?" Megan asked.

"What? Again?"

"Mmhmm."

"I have work tomorrow, I don't feel like going out."

"We don't have to be out late," Megan explained. "Lisa wants to go to dinner first and maybe afterward we can go dancing."

"What? No. I'm not doing that crap," Mitchell, starting to get annoyed, replied.

"You haven't seen her once in the five years you've been out here. The nice thing would be for you to at least join us tonight. We won't stay late."

Mitchell groaned in annoyance.

"Mitchell," Megan sternly said, her legs getting tighter around his waist. "I would appreciate it if you joined me and your aunt tonight."

Her legs got tighter, her breasts, pressing closer to his chest. She caressed his face and smiled softly. Their dark blue eyes met and his mother nodded.

"Alright," Mitchell sighed.

Chapter 4

Mitchell was bored out of his mind as his mother and aunt talked, giggled, and drank. At the night club he refused to dance with either one of them, instead sitting at the bar, still bored out of his mind. He struggled to keep an eye on her, occasionally losing sight of the two dancing women in the crowd, growing more and more frustrated with each hour.

Finally, at midnight, they left. Megan and Lisa hugged each other goodbye. Aunt Lisa hugged Mitchell; he stood there stiff as a board, letting her. Mitchell and his mother were silent on the way home. He was out much later than he wanted to be. He was furious. Mitchell was not a morning person so getting up at seven in the morning was going to be more difficult than usual for him.

"No, come out here with me!" Megan pleaded, dragging Mitchell's arm. She had a bottle of wine from Lisa in her other hand. She had been begging him to join her in the hot tub by the pool for the last several minutes. Mitchell shook his head and went to change into his pajamas.

"Please!" his mother opened his door right as he was putting a t-shirt on.

"No! I have to go to bed. I was out much later than I hoped," Mitchell fussed.

"Please baby?" Megan asked.

"Baby?" Mitchell asked himself, she had never once called him that in his life. He blamed it on the alcohol.

"Well I," Megan said, gulping straight from the wine bottle, "am." Right there in his bedroom, she pulled her dress up over her head, standing there in her bra and thong, grabbed the wine and left Mitchell alone.

"Are you coming?" She called out to him before exiting through the back door. He couldn't let her go out there alone in her underwear like that.

"Shit," he said, shaking his head, running after her.

When Mitchell caught up to her, she was already sitting in the tub, "These jets feel amazing," his mother moaned.

Mitchell pulled his pants up and stuck his feet into the hot water - the jets massaging his feet and calves. "We need be quiet out here, do you understand? We shouldn't be out this late anyway, I'm sure there's rules for loitering," Mitchell nagged his mother.

"I don't see any signs posted," Megan said, taking a sip of her wine. "Get in."

"I'm not getting in. I'm in my pajamas."

"Take them off and get in. I'm in my underwear, it's no big deal."

"I'm not getting in. I need to be in bed soon anyway. You kept me out much later than I needed to be. Tomorrow will be a nightmare trying to get up on time," Mitchell scolded her.

"You really need to relax. Ok? Gosh, why are you uptight Mitchell?" Megan stood, pouring some wine, making her way to her son.

Going in between his legs, her large breasts dripping water all over his thighs and crotch, she brought the wine to his mouth with one hand, the other resting on his thigh, "Drink up and relax with me. Please?"

Mitchell pushed her away, "No!"

"Hey! You made me spill this!" Megan cried out.

Mitchell stood. "You want to stay out here all night, go right ahead, I have things I need to do tomorrow. Keep it down out here."

Megan pouted, watching her son march back inside, slamming the back door.

An hour later, Mitchell was awoken once more from his slumber. A small, damp, underwear clad, drunk woman stumbled into his bed, laying herself on top of him. He pushed his mother to his side. She was asleep in minutes, her large breasts pressing into him; he ran his hand through her long brown hair, letting it come to rest at her bare lower back and sighed. Sleep found him again minutes later.

*********

Megan was in white bikini, watching her then, 18 year old son clean the pool. She had on large, dark sunglasses. She was controlling her breathing as she watched Mitchell. She watched his slow, languid movements with the pool net, her eyes drinking in his increasingly masculine and hunky frame.

"You missed some leaves over there," Megan pointed to the corner of the pool.

"It's fine mom, ok?"

"No it isn't! Get back there and get all the junk out of the pool. Don't be so lazy Mitchell," she nagged him. She watched her son's back glistening with sweat as he got the last few pieces of debris from the pool. Her heart was racing.

"There. Done," Mitchell sighed.

"Good. Now sit."

Mitchell shook his head and sat on the lounge chair next to his mother.

"Don't shake your head OR roll your eyes at me. Can you for once do what I say without issue?" Megan said, sitting behind her son on the lounge chair, squirting sun tan lotion into her hand and rubbing it onto his back.

"Mom, I don't need this lotion."

"Do you want to get burned? Sit here and be quiet," Megan snapped. Slowly rubbing the lotion into his skin, her hands gliding over his back, neck and shoulders, she leaned in, pressing her breasts against his back. Her hands went to his front, rubbing and massaging his chest with lotion. She closed her eyes, resting her forehead on his back, bringing her hands to a rest on his stomach. She trailed her fingers up and down his tummy, down to the waist band of his swim trunks, around his navel, up to his chest and back down again. She let out a long, soft moan.

"Done?" Mitchell asked.

"Hmm? Oh yes, you're free to go," his mother answered, watching him take his leave. He'd be graduating high school soon. She felt their time was running out.

Chapter 5

The next day at work, Mitchell received several calls from his mother - he didn't answer them. She then decided to text him, to ask him where certain items were. Pots, certain types of kitchen knives, laundry detergent were part of her questions.

"I thought I already showed you this crap!" Mitchell yelled at her in his head. He instead texted her back when he got a chance and told her.

That night when he got home, he was invited out once again by his mother and aunt. He declined. Megan shrugged and told him not to wait up.

Mitchell did wait up. He waited until six am when his mother came home, her hair a disheveled mess, and a slight limp in her step. She was smiling weakly at him.

"It was a rough night," She winked. "I'll be ok." Mitchell rolled his eyes, sitting back down on the couch. He thought about calling into work, saying he was sick, but decided to suck it up and go, still hoping to look good to management. He was miserable the entire day. He ignored her texts and phone calls. He wondered why his stepdad was divorcing her. Had she become a party animal? Was she too wild and difficult to deal with? He didn't know.

Mitchell just wanted to sleep. When he got home, he ignored his mother, heading straight to bed and collapsing.

The rest of the week he avoided her. Luckily work was an excuse to be away from her. They bickered a little about why he wouldn't answer her calls or texts, other than that he stayed clear of her, locking his door at night so he could sleep soundly. She complained about that one day too, Mitchell sternly reminding her she has her own room and own bed.

On Friday he dreaded going home. He didn't want to see her or have to deal with her demanding attention. Unfortunately, Aunt Lisa was there when he arrived. Mitchell went straight to his room, closing the door, thankful that Lisa and Megan weren't in the condo. He heard them laughing from his window. Peeping outside he saw the two bikini clad women by the pool.

Mitchell called Jordan. They chatted for a few minutes about how things were, Mitchell saying he's miserable. Jordan tried console him, but it was no use. She said when she gets another day off; she would spend it in bed with him.

Mitchell was just about to initiate a little sexual banter on the phone with her after that remark, but was interrupted by two women entering his condo. He told Jordan he had to go and hung up.

"There you are!" Megan said, barging into his room.

"Knock next time," Mitchell glared at her.

Megan ignored him. "Come outside with us. We're going into the hot tub. That thing is wonderful. I love the jets!"

"I don't know If - "

"No excuses. Your work week is over, time to relax. Get changed and join us," Megan said, with her older sister smiling and nodding. Mitchell sighed, thinking the jets would be nice and relaxing. He reluctantly agreed if it meant a pause to his mother's demands for attention.

As Mitchell made his way outside to the hot tub, he saw the two ladies, backs facing him, their long, brown hair, slicked back from water, sitting next to each other. Aunt Lisa was talking about something she probably wouldn't if she were sober and knew her nephew was approaching from behind.

"It was so big I almost went to my knees and started sucking it right then and there," Lisa told Megan.

"Why didn't you?"

"He would've freaked out. He didn't know I saw his cock to begin with."

Mitchell rolled his eyes and cleared his throat, startling the two ladies.

"Oh hi, come on in," Megan said, turning around to smile at her son. Lisa slid to make room. Mitchell nodded to her, taking off his shirt, sitting down between them.

The two big breasted brunettes quickly slid their arms around Mitchell's waist, further trapping him in place. He sighed, shaking his head, and extended arms behind them. "Just a little while, to shut her up," Mitchell thought.

"It's a shame you never came to visit me," Aunt Lisa said. "We could've hung out some, you know?"

Mitchell was embarrassed, "Yeah, sorry, just really busy."

"He said he doesn't have a girlfriend," his mother spoke up, sipping more wine, then handing the bottle to Lisa.

"I find that very hard to believe. You're quite sexy," Lisa said, winking to Megan, guzzling more wine.

"You would think that about your own nephew. Stupid slut," Mitchell thought to himself. He smiled politely and kept quiet.

"Lisa will be staying the night tonight, she's had a bit too much to drink," Megan said.

Mitchell shot her a look. Megan raised her eyebrows to him, "Alright?"

Mitchell glanced at a smiling Lisa, "Sure, no problem."

The two ladies snuggled in close to Mitchell, but mainly ignored him for the rest of their conversation. Mitchell thought it was odd how his mother talked about famous celebrities she thought were attractive or agreed to attend certain clubs with Lisa - as if she was single and had been single for a long time. He wondered silently how bad things were with her and his, now former, stepdad.

After about 30 minutes, he stood to leave, his mother asking him to stay longer. He said goodnight, hoping that time in the hot tub would quell her need for attention, at least until Sunday night. He dried off, changed, and went to bed.

An hour later he was awoken once more, this time by two women. Lisa and Megan, still in their bikinis, their hair still damp from the water, giggled and crawled into Mitchell's bed.

"What? What are you - "

"Shhh," Megan said, grabbing his face, kissing his lips tenderly.

Mitchell sighed again, his arms outstretched, trying to go back to sleep. Their warm, nearly nude, bodies felt great against his. He tried not to think about it, focusing on going back to sleep. He slowly brought his hands to their lower backs, feeling their warmth, pulling them in closer. He looked to Lisa on his left; she was already asleep, thanks to the wine. He turned to look at his mother on his right. She was staring into his eyes.

Perhaps it was the moonlight bouncing off her face, her big blue eyes reflecting it, her full lips curling into a small smile, in that moment the only word on Mitchell's mind was "beautiful."

He slowly started moving his hand up and down her back, never looking away from her eyes. He wished things had been better between them so that now he would actually want to be around her. Mitchell was shaken by his trance with Lisa starting snoring lightly. He looked back to his mother, she smiled.

Megan brought a thumb to his lips, gently swiping it across them before giving them a goodnight kiss. She smiled again and rolled over to her other side.

"I hope she moves out soon," Mitchell thought, his spine left tingling from the kiss.

*********

It was the night of Mitchell's high school graduation. Megan slinked out of her bed, nude, after uneventful and quick sex with her husband. She rarely achieved orgasm with him, only giving him sex once or twice every few months. It was always boring. She never felt pleasure from him. He wasn't into foreplay either.

Megan put on her thin robe and slowly walked down the hallway, briefly entertaining the idea of infidelity, when she heard a noise - a moan. She peeped into Mitchell's room, he wasn't in there.

Making her way to the living room, looking out the sliding glass door that led to the pool, she found Mitchell. He wasn't alone. She didn't know the girl, but she was one of Mitchell's classmates at school. Mitchell was sitting in the shallow end of the swimming pool and the girl was bouncing wildly on his cock.

Megan tried to look away but she couldn't. She watched Mitchell grin, grabbing the girl's perky little tits when she flung her head back, cumming once more, and buck his hips upward into her. The girl tried to be quiet but was failing. The look on her face of orgasmic bliss was evident of how well she was enjoying Mitchell.

Megan slowly started to undo her robe.

Mitchell stood, taking the girl with him, and began pumping upward into her once more. She was shaking, moaning, and cumming. Megan slid the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground, not taking her eyes off her son, watching him fuck.

Mitchell grunted and worked the girl from behind next - her tits jiggled, Mitchell slapping her ass, her mouth hanging open.

Megan watched, plunging her fingers deep into her pussy, moaning in the living room.

"I'm cumming!" the girl cried out, failing to be quiet.

"Yes! Cum for me!" Mitchell ordered the girl.

"I will," Megan whispered from the living room.

Mitchell pulled out, pumped his cock several times, and sprayed the girl with semen. When that first spurt of cum erupted from his cock, Megan went to her knees, an orgasm running through her body while she furiously rubbed her clit.

Oh how she wanted him. How she had watched him grow into the man he is. How she wanted to touch him so badly.

A week later, she admitted her dissatisfaction in her marriage to a psychiatrist. Later in the session, she admitted she had developed feelings over the past few years for another man. The psychiatrist was speechless when Megan admitted that the man was her son.

"I started being bossy and mean to him a few years ago. He was around 15 or so. I knew right then, I was trying to hide feelings for him. I thought that if I'm mean enough that maybe my attraction would go away, that I'd only look at him from a nagging mother's eyes - but I haven't. It doesn't work. I want him; I want to hold him, to kiss him, to be with him. I don't want to be his mother anymore; I want to be more than that."

The psychiatrist nodded slowly, letting Megan speak. When Megan vented all these pent up emotions, she stood to leave, "I'll understand if you never want to see me again. I don't think this type of love I have for him will go away."

Still speechless, the psychiatrist's mouth hung opened, while watching Megan leave. That was her first and last visit with a shrink.

Chapter 6

"No you aren't going out alone, mom!" Mitchell grabbed her arm, preventing her from leaving his condo.

"Well then come with me," She said.

"I'm not doing that either. I can't stand going out like you and Lisa do."

"Ok, I'm going out then. I like it and it's something to do. There's nothing else to do around here, so I might as well."

"Where is Lisa anyway?" Mitchell asked.

"She's busy tonight. Are you going to let go of my arm so I can leave?" Megan asked.

Mitchell gritted his teeth, shaking his head, "I'll change, just give me a minute."

He hated being at night clubs. His mother loved it. He hadn't heard from his stepdad in awhile. Mitchell figured he was glad to be done with his mother. He didn't know, and didn't care. He wanted his mom to find a job and leave. Sadly, all she seemed to want to do was go out.

Mitchell drank and drank, sitting at the bar, occasionally turning around to spot his mother dancing with someone - men, sometimes women. He rolled his eyes, downing another shot of vodka. Just when things started moving in slow motion and he was losing the feeling in his face, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see a gorgeous brunette.

She smiled, leading him out to the dance floor. She was much shorter than him, but it was fine. He didn't care about looking foolish. They danced for several songs; he thought the woman was amazing. She took Mitchell's hands and placed them on her ass. Squeezing her cheeks while dancing, smiling at each other's face, Mitchell thought he might get lucky tonight and take this woman home.

"Let's go home Mitchell," the woman said to him.

"Huh?" He replied in a drunken stupor.

"Home. I'll drive," his mother said, caressing his face when the song ended.

"Oh, right," Mitchell said, realizing he had been dancing with her the whole time. The room spun. He, with her help, made his way to the exit and then to his car.




Megan and Mitchell



A little later Mitchell plopped down on his couch, his mother pouring herself some wine, then straddling him.

"Let's go to the beach, baby," She said, taking a huge gulp.

"No, no, don't want to," Mitchell slurred.

"You don't want to do anything, do you," Megan feigned annoyance with him, putting her hands on her hips.

"Nah. We can go to the pool," Mitchell suggested instead.

"Great idea," Megan downed her wine, getting off Mitchell and removed her dress, revealing a strapless bra and a thong.

With his world still spinning, he watched his mother swim toward him.

"Hey there, baby," she said, planting a kiss on his lips.

"What's with this baby talk?" Mitchell asked.

"That's what you are, my baby," his mother said, kissing his cheek.

"Mmmm, I see," Mitchell chuckled softly. "Sorry for grabbing your butt."

"I was the one that put your hands there," his mother replied, another kiss on his other cheek.

"Yeah."

"Like this," Megan said, grabbing his hands under the water, guiding them to her thong-covered butt.

"Mmhmm. You're a beautiful woman, you know that?" Mitchell asked.

Megan didn't answer. Instead, she kissed him on his lips, his hands squeezing her butt. "You ever come out here skinny dipping?"

"Nah. I'm in my boxers, so that's the closest I've ever come to doing it."

"We should some time. You and me."

"Ha, yeah right."

"You have a nice body," She said, kissing his neck.

"So do you."

"Do you like that? The kisses?" Megan asked, kissing his neck a few more times.

"Yeah but I think I need to go," Mitchell said, the alcohol's effect wearing off. He gently pushed her off him and started to leave.

"Aww, please? Just a little longer with me," his mother pleaded.

"Sorry, gotta go," Mitchell said, stumbling out of the pool.

Megan grinned watching him stumble into his condo. She waited a few seconds and followed him, pulling at her thong when she climbed out of the pool.

She tackled him on this his bed, still wet, both of them laughing. Mitchell rolled onto his back. His mother's strapless bra accidently slid down from their horseplay causing her tits to pop out. Lying down on Mitchell, smiling at him, he was unaware of her bra issue.

"Get off me," he slurred, a goofy smile on his face.

Megan didn't move, looking into his eyes, smiling just as goofy. Mitchell grew sleepier by the second. He ran his hands up her back, hitting the bra strap. Megan reached around and undid it, flinging her bra the floor. Mitchell moaned, running his fingers up her bare back, her tits smashing into his chest.

"Sadly, I'm having trouble staying awake," Mitchell said, the room still spinning. "Goodnight."

He closed his eyes, his hands stopped caressing her. Megan sat up, looking down at his body, her breasts completely bare. She ran her hand down his chest, admiring his body. A few minutes later, she was lying against him, her bare breasts pressing into his side.

"Goodnight my love," She whispered, going to sleep in his arms.

*********

Megan masturbated to Mitchell many times the summer before he left for college. She always felt guilt afterward.

That summer they argued and bickered like never before. Megan knew it was because he was going to UCLA and not the University of Miami, like she had hoped, for obvious reasons.

She was a nightmare to be around. Always fussing at Mitchell for something, always chastising him for his choice of college, causing him to lash out and tell her to stay out of it, he was making the best choice for his education.

The more heated their arguments became, the harder she climaxed when she masturbated to him. The more intense their disagreements were, the more intense her affection was to him later after they cooled down.

As he was packing to leave, Megan had just finished yelling at him for wanting to leave her, wanting to get away from her as much as possible. Mitchell yelled back saying that's exactly why he was leaving, slamming his door in her face.

Later that evening, after her shower, she wrapped her thin robe around her naked body, making her way down the hall way to Mitchell's room.

"Mitchell," she said, straddling him on his bed, waking him up.

"Mom, what's going on?" He said, waking up.

Megan grabbed his face, pulling it to hers, kissing his lips hard, "Please don't leave me. Please stay. I need you. I want you. I mean, I want you to stay closer."

"Mom," he was interrupted by another hard kiss on the lips.

"You can transfer, you can change your mind," Megan whispered. She begged him to stay, her bare crotch pressing against his pajamas pants.

Mitchell sat up in his bed, Megan's robe sliding off her shoulders, "Mom," he grabbed her face in his darkened room.

They stared into each other's big blue eyes for a moment, "I'm sorry," Mitchell whispered.

Megan slowly nodding, realizing the man she loved, a love she could never tell him of, was leaving forever, leaving her there in an unhappy marriage.

She got off her son, her robe nearly coming off her body, and left him be. She disrobed while walking down the hallway. Megan found a mountable dildo in her top drawer. She carried it outside to the pool, stuck it to the wall in the shallow end, backed into it and pretended she was that girl she saw earlier in the summer getting taken from behind by Mitchell.

Megan cried out in orgasmic moans into the night air, hoping Mitchell would come and see her. He didn't. He left for school the next day. She didn't see him until Christmas. Her sadness and longing for him would hit an all time high.

Chapter 7

After a night of drinking with his mother, Mitchell had a huge headache the next day. When he got out of the shower he found his mother in his living room, smiling cheerily at him. He ignored her, going to the kitchen to refill on water.

"Hey, I was thinking," Megan said, jumping into his path back to his bedroom.

"No," Mitchell interrupted her, putting his hand up. "We aren't going anywhere tonight, we aren't doing anything today. I have a huge headache and I want to be left alone."

"I can give you a neck massage."

"No. Please, just, no," Mitchell said pushing her aside, making his way to his room, closing the door.

Every time she knocked on his door that day he pretended to be asleep. He skipped dinner. He locked his door at night; she didn't attempt to get in.

Mitchell left early for work each morning that week. He purposely stayed late. When he arrived home he barely spoke to her on his way to his room.

Megan invited him to go to dinner with her and Lisa the following Saturday, he quickly declined, hiding himself away in his room.

His mother arrived home around midnight Saturday night. Mitchell was asleep. Once again, he was disturbed from his slumber by moans coming from outside near the pool area shortly after she arrived.

"What the hell?" He cleared his eyes and peeped out the window. He saw the source of the moans. His mother was in the hot tub, seemingly alone, her head thrown back, her breasts on display. Mitchell quickly looked away. He heard one final moan.

"She's using the jets to play with herself, great. Wake up the entire complex," Mitchell shook his head. When he looked back at the pool, he saw his mother, naked, walking out of the hot tub. His mouth dropped open; he couldn't look away from her large, round breasts, and hourglass body.

Megan waved at an old man nearby as he was taking his little dog for a late night walk; the look on his face was priceless. Mitchell watched her make her way inside, smiling at herself.

"She's got to leave soon," He said, lying back down on his bed, the image of her naked body burned into his retinas.

The next week was more of the same. He avoided her. When Megan asked if he was ok, she was met with a quick "yeah" and sometimes a reminder to put the milk back where it goes, or don't mess with the thermostat anymore, or to take care of her laundry that was piling up - all little things he found himself scolding her for.

"Do you have a job yet?" He bluntly asked one evening after returning home from work. He had received several texts from her throughout the day. He was annoyed at her before he got home.

"No."

"When will be you be looking? Are you even going to look?"

"Yeah, I am - "

"Well get on it. Alright? You're an adult like me. You need your own place," he nagged, slamming his door behind him. Mitchell sat as his desk, slight guilt over coming him. Megan, however, was back on the couch, smiling.

Megan went out with Lisa once again, arriving home late. This time, Mitchell was worried. It was 3am when he woke up, finding his condo empty. When his mother arrived, he met her in the living room, scolding her about not texting.

"You text me all day at work, asking me this or that, but you can't text me to let me know you're ok and will be home soon?" Mitchell yelled.

"Calm down," his mother started to say.

"No. I am not your babysitter. You go out. You do nothing all day. When are you going to start looking for a job? Huh?" Mitchell sighed, shaking his head. "I'm sick of this."

"Baby, please, it's ok," Megan said, smiling.

"No," Mitchell moved away from her. "I'm going back to bed. I would suggest you don't go out to the hot tub. Don't go out to the beach. If you get arrested for walking around naked, I'm not bailing you out."

Mitchell slammed the door to his room. Megan remained in the living room, smiling, thinking about how much he reminded him of her, a glimmer of hope in her heart.

*********

Mitchell rarely came home from college. It was usually during Christmas break and summer break. During that time he hung out with his stepdad or worked a part time job. Megan was too sad to spend much time with him. She was done arguing with him, fussing at him; she accepted that her unnatural love for him was never going away.

She thought about divorce during his college years. She felt no love toward her husband. Megan couldn't just divorce him, hoping her son would change and feel the same what about her that she did about him. She suffered alone, unsure of what to do.

It was Mitchell's final Christmas break from college during his senior year. Megan had to take the edge off. Mitchell would be home in a few hours. His stepfather went to pick him up from the airport.

At home, Mitchell's bed creaked and slammed into the wall. A mountable dildo was mounted on the headboard. Megan clutched his pillow tightly against her body. She was glistening with sweat, having been on all fours on his bed, for the last hour and a half, slamming herself into the dildo, smelling Mitchell's pillow and one of his t-shirts.

"Ahh, don't stop, don't stop!" she pretended to tell her son, another orgasm building up. She had lost count of how many she had. When this final one exploded and coursed through her body, she collapsed on his bed, moaning, whispering about how much she loved Mitchell. He would be home soon.

Sadness set in, knowing they would probably hardly talk. Mitchell couldn't stand her and she knew her love was unrequited.

In the shower, she brought herself another orgasm, her moans echoing in the bathroom.

*********

Jordan finally had some time available for Mitchell the upcoming weekend. Ignoring his mother, assuming she would be hanging out with Lisa, he went to Jordan's.

As Mitchell pummeled Jordan from behind Saturday night, he was unable to shake the image of Megan's naked body, her moonlight face, and her sensual kisses she had been giving him.

"Ahh, don't stop, don't stop!" Jordan cried out, another orgasm building up. Mitchell squeezed her breasts from behind, his eyes closed, Jordan's moans replaced with his mother's from her night in the hot tub. When he ejaculated in Jordan, he kept thrusting, thrusting until he grew tired and his cock hurt.

"That was amazing," Jordan said, out of breath, collapsing next to Mitchell.

"Uh huh," he replied breathlessly, immediately feeling guilt and anger for picturing his mother.

Chapter 8

"Where have you been?" Megan asked the next day.

"A friend's," Mitchell replied, setting his keys down, heading to his room again.

"Oh? Who is it?" she asked, flipping through a magazine.

"Just a friend," He said, shutting his door.

Sitting on his bed, running his hands through his dark hair, he heard his mother knock at his door, "What?" he growled.

"Can I come in?" his mother asked.

"Fine," Mitchell rolled his eyes.

She was wearing a white tank top, and small, khaki shorts. Megan approached her son, combing her fingers through his hair. "I want to take you out to dinner tonight."

"No. I'm tired."

"Please?" she smiled, standing in front of him.

"No," Mitchell shot her an annoyed look, backing away a bit.

"It'll be nice," his mother caressed his face, inching her body closer.

Mitchell shook his head and looked away.

Megan smiled, slowly moving herself closer to him, straddling him.

"Mom," Mitchell grimaced.

Sitting herself on his crotch, she kissed his forehead, then his cheek, next his lips. Mitchell placed his hands on her thighs, gently squeezing them, sliding up into her shorts before abruptly stopping.

"No! Please, just get off me!" Mitchell fussed, standing, causing her to go to her feet on the floor.

Mitchell looked out his window, toward the ocean. Megan ran her hands over his back.

"No. Ok?" Mitchell turned around to face her. "We aren't friends here. Your main focus should be getting a job and getting back on your feet again. Alright? That's it. I suggest you start looking."

Mitchell stormed out, leaving her alone, and went for a walk. An hour later upon his return, he found her in the kitchen, cleaning dishes. He watched her for a moment, thinking about how mean he was to her.

He approached her slowly, sliding his arms around her body, letting his hands rest on her flat belly. He smelled her hair, breathing in her scent. He kissed along her neck, her cheek, his crotch pushing gently into her ass. He nuzzled his forehead against her temple, slowly kissing her cheek once more. He ended the embrace and went to his room.

Megan continued cleaning dishes, smiling knowingly to herself.

*********

"Fine then leave!" Megan yelled at Mitchell the summer he graduated from college. He had decided to head back to Los Angeles to look for work. His mother was furious. They had been arguing about it most of the day. Megan felt incredibly foolish; acknowledging her failure to deal with her feelings for Mitchell drove them apart. She also felt he wouldn't stay out in LA after college and would at least get a job in Miami.

She watched him pack once more, her world ending, regret for her strict and nagging nature overcoming her. "You hate me don't you?"

"I don't hate you mom," Mitchell replied.

Tears were piling up in her eyes, "Why can't you look for jobs here?"

"I don't want to, that's why," Mitchell was tired of arguing with her, something he had been doing since he was a teenager.

"You just want to get away from me, forever, don't you?"

Mitchell snapped, slamming his suite case shut, "Yes I do! You think I want to deal with your 'Queen Bitch' attitude my whole life? Always complaining, whining, arguing, and wallowing around in self pity for whatever ridiculous reason. You think I want to be around that?"

He started to leave his room. "Get out of my way," he growled at his mother. As he was brushing past her she grabbed his arm, pulling him back, then grabbed his face, pulling it to hers and kissed him as hard as she could. She released his face and pushed him away. The tears began to pour from her eyes, thoughts of what to do next swimming around in her mind.

Megan was going to file for divorce and did so after Mitchell's Thanksgiving visit. It was a cold, joyless holiday. She figured this was one last chance, a reason, to go to California.

The next few months were filled with more yelling, arguing, and crying, except this time it was between Megan and her husband, Andrew. He begged her to change her mind. He accused her of infidelity. They cursed at each other. Their home was filled with anger and hatred.

In April, exhausted, sick of his soon-to-be ex-wife, Mitchell's stepdad gave into her desires for a divorce and to move to Los Angeles. He made a phone call while Megan cried in the bedroom.

On a sunny Sunday morning, Jordan was having her pussy eaten. A cell phone vibrated a third time in five minutes. She suggested her friend answer it.

Mitchell sighed, sitting up, glancing to the phone, "I should've turned it off. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. But maybe check it to be sure it's not an emergency?" Jordan asked.

Mitchell reached for his phone, his eyes widening, seeing it was his stepdad calling. Perhaps it was an emergency. He answered the phone, getting off the bed, leaving the room, glancing back at a nude Jordan.

Chapter 9

The night of their embrace in the kitchen, Mitchell was wide awake when his mother entered his room. He couldn't sleep. Mitchell was having an internal tug of war, thinking about how annoying and difficult she had been in his teen years, mixed with how gorgeous she was and, while still annoying, not nagging or mean.

Megan opened his door, crawled into his bed, kissed his lips and snuggled against him. He put his arm around her, holding her against him; he kissed her head and tried to go sleep.

The next day was another struggle internally. He didn't want to be around her, he wanted to fuss at her for forgetting to turn off the bathroom light; he wanted to scold her for nearly burning the dinner she was preparing. He had to get away. He went for a long walk to clear his head.

Mitchell spent more time with Jordan. Between work and sex with her, he hardly saw his mother for the next week. With each cum injecting orgasm into Jordan, his confusion toward his mother became less and less.

One night, Mitchell made the mistake of taking Jordan back to his home. It was a Saturday, he figured his mother was with his Aunt Lisa, drinking wine, talking, whatever.

It was shortly after midnight. Jordan was on top of Mitchell, riding him, her large breasts being squeezed forcefully by Mitchell. He wanted her to cum again; he wanted her pussy to milk his cock. He didn't realize his bedroom door was cracked. He had no idea his mother had gotten home earlier than he expected her too.

Megan, tears streaming down her face, watched Jordan climax on top of her son. Her only thought was that she came out to Los Angeles for nothing.

Mitchell took Jordan home early in the morning. He arrived at his condo shortly after the sun rose to find his mother, wearing her typical pajamas of panties and a long t-shirt, her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face.

"Who was she?" She angrily asked.

"Who was who?"

"That woman in your room?"

"No one, just a friend," Mitchell said, feeling like a 16 year old once more.

"No that was NOT just a friend. Who was she?" His mother yelled.

"None of your business!" Mitchell yelled back, heading to his room, slamming the door.

Megan was able to get to his door before he was able to lock it, pushing it open and barging in.

"Get out!" Mitchell yelled, annoyed with her line of questioning.

"Is she your girlfriend? Who was she?" His mother demanded.

"None of your business! Leave me alone!" Mitchell said, pushing past her, making his way to the back door to leave.

"Are you going to be sleeping around in - " Megan started to ask, following him, her anger at herself and Mitchell building up.

"Oh shut up, bitch. Don't barge in here and ask me about my life. It's none your business who I spent my time with! If you have a problem with that, why don't you go live with your whore of a sister?" Mitchell yelled.

Megan's eyes widened, she saw red, she lunged toward Mitchell and slapped him as hard as she could.




Megan and Mitchell



*********

It was the morning of Megan's flight and move to California. Her soon-to-be ex was watching her pack, shaking his head.

"Before you leave, why don't you be honest with me for once? How many men have you slept with?" Andrew asked.

"Oh shut up, Andrew," Megan told him.

"I just want to know. I just want to know for closure reasons. Did you have sex in our bed with them? Hmm?" Andrew asked. Megan ignored his question, continuing to pack, thinking about Mitchell - as always.

"Whatever," Andrew shook his head.

As Megan walked passed him, he asked another question, "Are you sure you want to move in with your son? You've treated him poorly over the years. I'm sure he can't stand you."

She kept walking, making her way to the stairs, "You're a piece of shit, Megan. No telling how many men you've slept with."

"Go ahead, leave!" He called out to her as she made her way half way down the stairs. "Go live with him! You'll probably fuck him too! Slut."

Megan's eyes widened, she saw red, running back up the stairs, slapping Andrew hard as she could.

*********

Mitchell glared at his mother, a mixture of shock and anger on his face. Megan was tearing up, she wanted him so badly, she slapped him again. He looked to the floor, shocked, mouth hanging open.

His mother grabbed his face, pulling it to meet hers, and kissed him as hard as she could. She pushed him away, out of breath; they stared into each other's blue eyes. Mitchell grabbed her face, bringing it to his own, and kissed her just as hard in return.

Chapter 10

Mitchell slammed his mother against the wall, kissing her again, even harder than before. Megan grabbed his head, holding him place, kissing in return. Their mouths were glued to each other, their eyes closed, Megan up against the wall. She pulled at her son's hair; Mitchell didn't budge, kissing her passionately. She clawed at his neck, no change. She punched his shoulder. Mitchell broke the kiss allowing his mother to push him away.

Megan removed her t-shirt, throwing it across the room, revealing her naked upper body.

"Fuck me!" She growled at Mitchell, lunging at him, jumping into his arms. He caught her by her ass, her legs wrapping around him, slamming her back against the wall, kissing and licking her neck.

Pinning her against the wall, he fidgeted with his shorts with one hand, the other holding her up. Nibbling and sucking at her neck and mouth, he kicked his shorts and boxers off. Still holding her, he moved away from the wall, slamming her down on the couch, falling on top of her, kissing frantically.

He sat up, quickly pulling her panties off, throwing them across the room, then doing the same with his shirt. Megan pulled him back on top of her, holding him tightly.

"Do it," she ordered him, glaring up at his face, holding his head. "Fuck me."

"I am," he glared back, pushing her legs apart, guiding his cock into her waiting walls, impaling her.

Slow, powerful thrusts, while staring into her face, Mitchell grunted and took her. Megan moaned with each stab of Mitchell's cock.

A few moments later, he sat up, taking her with him, making his way to his bedroom. Throwing some books off a shelf in his room, he sat his mother on the top one, grabbing her hands, pinning her arms against the wall behind her and began mercilessly slamming into her.

"Yes! Yes!" Megan screamed.

"Come on! Cum for me!" He yelled back. That was all it took to send her over the edge. The man she had been lusting after for years, the man she had fallen in love with to demand her to cum for him caused her eyes to roll in the back of her head and her body to shake with orgasmic pleasure.

"Ahh Mitchell!" She cried out, staring into his eyes. This was real. This wasn't a dildo she had mounted to his bed; it was really him fucking her. And her son wasn't done yet.

Mitchell gripped her butt, backed away from the wall and slammed her onto his bed. "Yes! Take it!" He yelled with each powerful thrust. He kept going and going, pushing her big-breasted, little body, all the way to the headboard and pillows.

Reaching behind to steady herself, Megan rested her hand on the headboard, watching her son above her take her like an animal, slamming his own bed into the wall.

Another orgasm was building, this time for both of them. "Give that fucking cum!" she commanded Mitchell.

Several minutes later, an exhausted Mitchell starting climaxing along with his mother, "Here it comes! Take it, you bitch!"

His cock erupted, exploding, filling her quivering pussy with semen, "Ahhhh!" Megan cried out. "I'm your Queen Bitch!"

Mitchell groaned, staring into her blue eyes, his cock spurting semen in her. Finally he was done, exhausted, sweaty, collapsing on top of his mother. She ran her hands through his hair, her legs going limp, loosening their tight hold from around his waist. With eyes half closed, she smiled, catching her breath.

Mitchell rolled off her a few minutes later, lying on his side, facing away from his mother. Megan smiled, curling up behind him, running her hands slowly up and down his back.

"What have I done?" Mitchell thought to himself. Filled with shame and more confusion, sleep finally caught up with him.

He woke the next morning alone in bed - the smell of bacon guiding him to the kitchen. He put on some clothes, making his way to the source. He saw his mother wearing her long, white t-shirt, reaching up to grab something out of the cabinet. The shirt came up, exposing her bare ass. Mitchell looked away, the memories from the previous night returning.

"Hi baby!" His mother cheerily said, handing him a plate of bacon and eggs. He sat across from her at a small table in the kitchen, eating silently.

Afterward, he nodded solemnly at her, thanking her for breakfast, then went back to his room. He put on some shoes and left the house. He walked for hours along the beach, thinking about how he felt, knowing how she felt, attempting to make sense of it all. He found a place to eat for lunch, sitting alone, he got a text from his mother saying that Lisa was coming by to take her shopping; she would be back later that evening.

He arrived shortly before she did. Mitchell sat alone in his room at his computer, while his mother fixed dinner. She was humming to herself, occasionally laughing at something on the TV.

"Dinner's ready!" she called out to him.

Mitchell avoided looking at her. He quietly ate his meal while his mother talked about her day. She went shopping and Lisa took her by a new spa that had opened in Malibu. Megan apparently landed a job interview with them in a few days.

Mitchell nodded, thinking that she'd move out soon - except now he didn't want her to.

He tried to sleep but couldn't. She was watching a funny movie in the other room. He never remembered her laughing so much as she did in the last 24 hours. Finally the muffled sounds from the TV stopped; the house was quiet, save for the sound of the shower his mother was taking.

A little later, still attempting to sleep, Mitchell heard his bedroom door open. He watched his mother stand at the end of the bed, her profile a silhouette from the moonlight. She took off her shirt, ran her hands through her long hair, Mitchell admiring her breasts. She turned and slowly climbed on to his bed.

She gently tugged at his shorts, pulling them down, throwing them off. She began kissing his thighs, her breasts dragging across his knees. She made her way to his cock, kissing it gingerly, waking it up. She licked it, nuzzled it, taking it into her mouth as if she had been doing that to him for years - perhaps she had been, in her mind.

Mitchell was fully hard. In his dark room, he could barely see her straddle him and guide his cock into her. When he was all the way inside her, his mother came to rest on top of him, kissing his neck, playing with his hair.

"I love you," she whispered. "I've loved you like this for a long time."

Megan began slowly grinding into him, dragging her engorged clit across his lower abdomen. Mitchell closed his eyes, breathing slowly, feeling her warm body on top of his, listening to her sweet moans as she made love to him.

"Oh Mitchell," she whispered again, breathing heavily in his ear, "how long I've wanted this."

Mitchell ran his hands up and down her bare back, bringing one hand into her thick mane. "Kiss me," she whispered.

Mitchell turned his face and did as he was told. He kissed her slowly, sensually on the mouth, both of them moaning. Their tongues met for the first time, swirling around each other, while Megan continued to grind into him.

"All those years I fussed and scolded you. Deep down I was in love you," Megan explained. "I tried to hide it, to bury it. I divorced your stepfather, thinking that coming out here would be one last shot to be with you."

It made sense to Mitchell now. He had been mean to her in return, calming down and later showing her affection, just as she had.

Breaking the kiss, Megan whispered once more to her son, "Cum for me, my baby."

"Mom," Mitchell cried out with pleasure.

"I'm not your mother anymore. I'm more than that now. I'm your everything," She kissed him again, moaning, her own orgasm approaching.

"Ahhh, I love you!" She cried out, her forehead resting on his now.

"I love you too," Mitchell paused, his balls tightening, "Megan."

The orgasmic flames spread throughout her body, consuming her, just as they did Mitchell. Both lovers were climaxing, holding each other, shaking with pleasure. Megan came to rest on top of Mitchell. He held her a long time, kissing her lips tenderly over and over, before he regained his strength. Sitting up, his cock awake once again, they made love, slowly, methodically until the moonlight in his room was replaced with sunlight.

Chapter 11

Megan loved her new job. The clients were all very sweet to her. She bought a bike and rode it to and from Mitchell's condo five days a week.

They ate dinner together, made love all night, and occasionally hung out with Lisa on the weekends. Not as much, not staying out as late, but enough to be friendly. They hid their secret love as best they could. Megan assumed at some point in the future, she would tell her sister about her and Mitchell.

It felt so natural to Mitchell. Not awkward. Playing with her hair while she sucked his cock on the couch, pinning her up against the shower wall in the morning, licking chocolate syrup out of her pussy after dinner - it was all so easy for him. With each cum injecting orgasm into Megan, he thought of her as his mother less and less.

A few weeks later, Jordan stopped by. She hadn't heard a word from Mitchell in quite some time. She figured she'd surprise him one night after midnight. 

Jordan peeped into the front window, seeing all the lights on, but no movement. She knocked on the front door several times, there was no answer. She walked around back, near where the pool was and her mouth dropped open at what she saw.

She found Mitchell. He wasn't alone. He was sitting in the shallow end of the swimming pool, a dark hair woman she didn't recognize, was bouncing wildly on his cock.

Jordan tried to look away but she couldn't. She watched Mitchell grin, grabbing Megan's large tits when she flung her head back, cumming once more, and buck his hips upward into her. Megan tried to be quiet but was failing.

Jordan watched Mitchell stand, taking the woman with him, and began pumping upward into her once more. She was shaking, moaning, and cumming.

Mitchell grunted and worked Megan from behind next - her tits jiggled, Mitchell slapping her ass, her mouth hanging open.

"I'm cumming!" Megan cried out, failing to be quiet.

"Yes! Cum for me!" Mitchell ordered her.

Mitchell pulled out, pumped his cock several times, and sprayed Megan's face with semen. Jordan sighed softly. She and Mitchell weren't a couple, but she thought maybe they would end up as one at some point. Apparently he was sleeping with other women. Jordan left, not bothering to contact Mitchell again.

The following weekend, Mitchell came home from work on Friday to find a note taped to the door. "I'm at the beach."

He smiled, entering his home, changing into his swim trunks. A few minutes later he stood at the railing that overlooked the beach entrance. Mitchell watched Megan in the orange light of the setting sun, nude in the water, standing, extending her hands, attempting to touch a nearby dolphin. He loved her.

Making his way down the beach, he stopped, watching her wave at him, motioning him to join her. He chuckled, untying his swim suit, pulling it down, stepping out of it. Mitchell walked naked toward the water, stopping shortly before entering; something to his right had caught his eye.

A large heart with "M + M" was doodled into the sand. "Megan and Mitchell," he thought, entering the water to join a person he no longer thought of as his mother, but his woman, the love of his life.

The end.



Megan & Mom Get Busted



I'm a pretty lucky guy, one of the few who actually enjoys their job. My name's Dougray, and I'm a twenty three year-old police constable, or cop if you like, serving my great country in the beautiful, remote Highlands of Scotland, usually on road patrol. It's an easy number, most of the time I just park up somewhere quiet with the speed radar on and maybe pull some poor soul over for speeding offences about once every two hours and give them a ticket. 

Mainly, I'm sat in the car either reading a book or winning money by playing internet poker from my lap-top. That's if I'm not getting a free meal at a local café, having a pint of beer in the back room of a pub or visiting a female 'friend' who's husband or boyfriend may be at work or out with his friends. Yes, life really is that tough up here in the high country.

The only thing I don't like is working the overnight ten to six shift. You can't get a free beer after about twelve o'clock! Still, sometimes there are compensations, occasionally glorious ones. The following is an account of one such summer night.

It was about eleven o'clock. I had just set up the radar on a back road and was now busy drinking coffee from a flask and reading the latest Irvine Welsh novel, musing how well he seems to understand those Scottish male traits of casual racism, alcohol abuse and petty corruption, when I was rudely interrupted as the old red trip light came on. A large Range Rover slipped by, about twenty miles-per-hour faster than it should have. I slung the coffee out of the window, dropped the book and went after it; sirens blazing. Oh, how I love that sound.

I chased it down quickly and as the car pulled over I parked in front of it. I called and checked on the registration plate - It was a rented vehicle – then walked across to it, hand on my Tazer gun; well, you never know what might kick-off these days, and I've never used it on anyone yet, which surely is a shame.

There were two figures in the front of the vehicle. The driver's window came down and an interior light came on. A worried female voice with a sort of Mid-American accent spoke.

"Is there some kind of a problem here officer sir?"

I looked at her face; she was an attractive early middle-aged woman with large, vivid green eyes, sensuous full lips and thick, wavy brown hair. I felt a slight knot in my stomach and my eyebrows raised a touch. 

"Oh, no, there's no big problem here Mam," I replied, trying to hide the mild excitement a good-looking woman somehow always induces in me. "You were, however, going fifty miles-per-hour in a thirty zone. I may have to give you a speeding ticket." 

A different, younger sounding, female voice now spoke, this time from the front passenger seat.

"Jeez Mom, Dad's gonna be real pissed if there's another fine to pay!"

I leaned down further and looked across at her. WOW, what a beauty! This was one seriously fine looking young woman, maybe in her late teens. She had long straight blond hair with a few strawberry streaks, plenty of make-up and a narrower, more defined face than her 'Mom,' but the full lips and mischievous, enchanting green eyes were just the same. She looked to have a nice slim figure with all the curves in the right places too. I felt a slight thickening at the front of my trousers.

"Can you both step out of the car please and show me some i.d."

"Oh, yes sir," Mom replied, laying on the probably fake respect just a little too much for it to ring true. Then they both got out and stood passively. Mom was quite full-figured; she was wearing a long, ankle length conservative light red and yellow floral dress. Her daughter was wearing tight jeans and a belly top. Her perky boobs stuck out high and proud and her ass was tight and perfect; like two little round peaches. I began questioning them, just to get as much information as I could for personal rather than professional reasons. My curiosity was aroused, so the speak. 

Mom was still in a polite, co-operative frame of mind. "My name's Mrs Lisa Liebesperma, and this is my daughter Megan sir. We arrived her yesterday. We're from Des Moines, USA. Megan is a student who is going to start a law degree at University here in beautiful Scotland next month, and my husband and myself are over her helping her to settle in, and to have a vacation in this beautiful land." She flashed me a big insincere, fawning grin. "We're staying at the hotel about mile further up this road. My husband went to play golf today and we've been in town, and then went to see a band tonight. I'm sorry I was speeding sir, I was in too much of a hurry to get back to my bed. Jet-lag is such a drag."

I checked and called in their i.ds, which were fine, noting that Megan was nineteen and her Mom forty three. At this point I should have just written out a ticket for a fine and let them go on their way, but what I was actually doing was looking for any excuse to get them back to the police station. I had plans, well hopes, for these two. I asked Mom if she had drunk any alcohol; she said she hadn't but I breathalysed her anyway. It was negative. They both began to get a bit restless, impatient to get away.

"I'll just check your bags ladies and then you can be on your way," I told them.

This seemed to annoy Megan. "Can't you just let us go; there's no need for this is there?"

I ignored her and checked their bags on the car bonnet. My torch revealed that Mom's bag had nothing other than the ordinary, but Megan's... well, well, well. Inside a cigarette packet were four hand-rolled joints and a few pills, probably Ecstasy. I smiled to myself, this was getting better. The joints would have only got her a caution, but the Ecstasy, well that was another matter. She was in trouble and she new it. I held the packet open and showed both women the contents.

Megan shouted out in a panicked voice: "Mom, they're not mine, honestly Mom, I don't know what they are or what they're doing there!"

"Jeez Megan," her Mom snapped back in a furious voice, "You stupid little bitch!"

"Ok," I said, "You two are coming with me, I'm arresting you on suspicion of illegal possession of grades one and three narcotics."

I turned Megan around and cuffed her wrists. Her Mom loudly protested that this was not necessary. I cuffed her too and led them to the rear of my patrol car. "Mind your heads," I said, almost laughing as I shoved them into the seats. 

I called the station to say I was bringing two 'suspects' in. There was only the sergeant, old Billy, on duty there. The ten minute drive was hilarious, with Mom verbally slaughtering Megan about the dangers of drugs, breaking the law, messing with the wrong boys, the shame she was bringing on them, etc etc. I said to myself, "If she's mad now, what's she going to be like in a while!" 

We got to the station. Old Billy, supping a smallish glass of whisky, winked at me and stroked his grey beard, guessing, maybe, how any 'interrogation' from me may go. I took their cuffs off, led them to the custody suite and gestured for them to take a seat.

Mom was still fuming. "I want to make some phone calls, my husband is expecting us and we also need a lawyer."

"That can wait," I said, "You haven't been charged yet. The narcotics may need to be examined in a lab to determine their exact nature, and I will also have to search the both of you for any further concealed illegal substances. If there is nothing else found I may, just may, let you leave with no charge, but if you cause me any problems you will be sent to jail on remand before you appear before the courts, which may take some weeks." This was total bullshit, but they seemed to swallow it.

"Look," I said, trying to inject a note of sympathy and understanding into my voice. "There's two ways we can handle this. The easy way and the hard way. Have a think about it ladies, I'll be back in five minutes."

I left them alone and went to see Billy at the front desk, where as usual we talked about sports. He was watching his favourite soccer dvd on a small television for about the nine hundredth time: 'Glasgow Rangers ten greatest victories over Celtic.' I explained the scenario to him; we shared one of Megan's joints, then, after a parting, "Enjoy yourself son," and some high fives from Billy, I returned to my two 'criminals,' a happy, calm buzz emanating from my whole being. The two women both looked serious; Megan seemed angry and Mom sort of resigned looking.

"Ok then ladies, I've spoken to my senior officer and it seems I must conduct an internal search to check for more contraband."

This news seemed to take a few seconds before it was understood properly. Then Mom's polite, almost subservient demeanour towards me changed totally as this information sunk in.

"No way! Fuck you asshole, that is a gross invasion of our human rights and totally illegal you pervert."

Megan joined in, her green eyes blazing. "Yeah, get fucked you weirdo; you can't do that. I study law, let us go right now or there will be trouble."

In keeping with my training I remained calm at this double verbal assault, merely observing, "Don't tell me about the law in my own country. This is a drugs related case, now the pair of you strip off naked or it's jail time for you both." 

"Mom," a fuming Megan shouted back, "Stop him, there is no freaking way this is going to happen. He is just one sicko who's looking for sexual kicks by getting us naked!"

"Well," I replied, "You're a perceptive woman, I can see you've got all the brains to do well at your university Megan."

Mom now tried being polite again. "Look, please don't make us do this officer sir. We can pay you some money to end this, ok?"

"Well, you're now adding attempted bribery to your other potential offences," I calmly replied, thinking that I would have 'liberated' a couple of hundred in cash from her bag anyway. "Stop messing me about and get those clothes off now!"

After another couple of minutes of pleading from Mom, and verbal abuse from Megan, I reiterated the point. "Strip or it's prison time ladies."

"Mom, just don't," Megan implored, as the older woman began to unbutton her conservative dress.

"Hun," Mom replied. "Let's just get this over with, and maybe, just maybe, when we are both standing here buff naked you will learn some lesson. Is that too much to ask?"

Megan gave one last plea which fell on deaf ears as Mom stepped out of her dress and quickly and efficiently removed her white bra and panties.

I ordered her to put her hands against a wall as my eyes drank her in. I'd definitely underestimated this tall mature woman's charms. She had big, heavy, firm tits crested by simply beautiful, huge brownish nipples, which were massively erect. Her waist was quite slim in proportion to her wide hips, and best of all she had big, full, but still quite firm and round butt cheeks. She had a large dark pubic bush which had been trimmed short. My cock was fighting its constriction. Whatever the circumstances, surely beauty is a thing to be admired? 

Reluctantly, in a way, I turned to Megan. "Ok Miss Dope-Head, I'm waiting, lose the clothes."

"Please officer," she implored. "At least let me do this in another room!"

"Megan," Mom said. "Just do it honey, let's get this over with as quick as possible." 

Behind some clearly fake tears, for her Mom's benefit presumably, Megan finally got on with it, in order kicking off her shoes, peeling down her jeans and thong then off with the belly top and a dark blue bra. She covered her crotch with her hands. Megan was truly beautiful, about five feet five tall, slim with long legs, a magnificent small, tight, round butt and perfect, perky medium sized breasts, topped, like her Mom, with huge brown erect nipples, which, on each one, although there were better uses, you could easily hang a heavy coat on. I ordered her to place her hands against the wall and observed her beautiful pussy, which was totally free of hair. It looked big because her ass was tight and small.

"Megan," I explained. "As you have been found with drugs, in line with police procedure I need to search your vaginal and anal cavities. What I need you to do for me is to stand with your legs apart, stick your butt out as far as you can and relax. This process will not take long."

Surprisingly she complied with my request immediately, and with her voluptuous Mom standing beside her, with her hands against the wall, I slipped on surgical gloves and spread those hard, tight little ass cheeks. I knelt down so my face was really close to her pussy; there was that really delicious unique smell of pussy juice assailing my nostrils. Mmm, it was wonderful. I separated her pretty pink labia, than slipped a finger up her love tunnel. She was wet! 

I should have used some KY jelly as a lubricant, but there was really no real need. Megan wriggled her butt as I pushed my finger knuckle deep, and gave a clearly audible sigh of pleasure as I penetrated her with a second finger. 

"It's ok Megan, I told her. "There's clearly no concealed contraband there." Just before I removed my fingers I gave a couple of quick 'fucking' type thrusts with them, inducing another sigh from her. "Now I need to do the rectal search."

I parted her tight cheeks again. Her asshole was gorgeous; pinkish and puckered. I put some KY on my fingers and slid one in. Hmmm, not quite as tight as I had thought. Young Megan was clearly no stranger to the delights of anal sex. She sighed louder this time. "Mmmmm." I was beginning to like her more and more, so I slipped a second finger into her butt, and from my other hand, three fingers in her pretty pink pussy. I began gently, steadily thrusting in and out of both delightful orifices. Her butt cheeks were clenching hard and she was moaning pleasurably. This continued for a couple of minutes. I sensed from the way her holes were almost milking my fingers, the copious juices she was leaking and her ragged breathing that Megan was close to cumming.

Alas, this reverie was somewhat rudely interrupted by Mom, who had, unnoticed by me, moved from her position against the wall and from behind pulled my arms back, causing my fingers to retract with an audible, 'schlop' sound.

Mom was fuming. "Just what the fuck are you playing at you bastard. That's not an examination, it's a God-damn finger fuck!"

This, although true, annoyed me somewhat. "Ok lady," I said, grabbing her wrists and forcing her to lean over a nearby table. "It's your turn." My God, her big, shapely ass was magnificent.

"You piece of shit," Mom retorted. "You've had your fun, now just let us go!"

Megan appeared by my shoulder and rubbed a hand across my hip. "Ease up Mom," she said. "Just relax, it's not as bad as it seems."

"Why you little slut, I can see you for what you are now," Mom castigated her. "You're allowance is in big danger when your Dad finds out about this!"

"Just shut up," I told her. "Stick that big butt out, I need to check for contraband."

"I just thought that since you'd had your fun, maybe we could go now!" She cried out. 

"I'm not through with you yet Mrs Liebesperma," I growled into her ear, while grinding my pelvis into her backside. 

Her tone changed as she felt my raging hard-on against her ass. "Please officer I'm married," she mumbled. Like I cared! 

"Jeez Mom," Megan retorted. "Like that ever stopped you."

"Shut up you little slut," Mom replied.

"No, I won't shut up. Like you gave a shit about being married to Dad when you were screwing that pool cleaning guy last year. Or when you you were having that affair with our 'nice neighbour' Mr Kroeger. Jeez, you didn't even do anything when you saw that bastard grab me and grope my boobs at that Christmas party, you freakin hypocrite."

Well well, it looked like there may be a bit of a nice kinky revenge twist to this scenario, I thought cheerily.

Megan carried on. "Now you take what he wants to give you. See how you like it!"

"Why you," Mom started to reply aggressively before I stopped her by spanking her ass hard and shouting, "Shut it! Now will you co-operate or do you want prison time?" Meekly she replied, "Yes, I'll comply."

Satisfied with this, I turned to lube up a new pair of gloves, but Megan beat me to it, grinning at me as she applied some KY to my fingers. I pulled Mom's big butt-cheeks apart. Mmmm, what a delightful ass-ring she had; all wrinkly and slightly distended. I slipped a finger straight in. "Ahhhh, she cried." Mom was way tighter than her daughter. Guess she was never into any back-door loving.

"Please sir," she pleaded. "Stop it, it hurts."

I had a quick probe around, to her obvious discomfort. "That's fine," I exclaimed. "Now turn and lay on your back on the table with your legs spread wide." She did so but was patently unhappy with the situation.

"For God's sake," she pleaded. "This is so humiliating. Please stop."

Ignoring her, I quickly slipped a couple of fingers into her delightful, trimmed, dark haired pussy, which was a deepish red colour, different from her daughter's pretty pink tunnel. She was nice and moist and gave no real reaction other than flashing me a 'real big deal' kind of a sarcastic look. I thrust quite vigorously in and out of her juicy, slushy pussy. She had a really big, prominent clit that began to show itself to increasing effect. I began sort of stroking it from inside, then rolling my thumb over it from outside. This got the old cow going; her hips were bucking and she was clenching her teeth. Her massive dark nipples her hugely erect. I gave each of then a suck and a nibble.

"Well look at that , " Megan interjected. "You look like a bitch on heat Mom." Mom didn't reply, just emitted some low-pitched groaning noises.

Megan then began working her own clit as I continued my unprofessional 'examination' of Mom. Then, to my delighted surprise, the young woman began rubbing my raging cock through my trousers. It felt oh so good. I pulled my fingers out of Mom's pussy, leaned across to Megan and whispered into a delicate ear. "Suck me off."

"Ok," Megan replied, smiling. "Then that's us all square, no charges?"

"Maybe," I answered.

"Mom," Megan mumbled. "I may have found a way that will get out of this mess, but, please keep your eyes closed." 

Megan dropped to her knees, and with an obviously well practised hand undid my trouser button, downed the flies and swiftly pulled my trousers and pants clean off of me. My thick eight inch erection sprang free.

Megan, No!" Mom barked out. But this didn't top the blond cutie. She blatantly looked up at me smiling both in her vivid green eyes and with her mouth, before spitting on my cock and licking it, coating it with saliva. Then, still maintaining eye contact, she took me in her mouth, closed her full lips and slurped away, really deep-throating me. I slipped a couple of fingers back into Mom's juice wet pussy. "Your daughter certainly sucks a mean dick Mrs Liebesperma," I told her.

"Fuck you asshole!" Was her rather charmless response. "And take your fingers out of me now!" I slipped a third in.

Megan was really sucking me hard now, literally gobbling my cock like a mini hoover. I could feel my balls tightening in that old familiar way, I was very close to cumming. Megan sensed this and with an audible 'pop,' released my pulsing tool. My transitory disappointment at this was, however, alleviated, as the cheeky young minx winked at me and nodded at my fingers, which were still working on her Mom, who was herself at this time back to that satisfied groaning, and was milking my digits with her pussy muscles.

'She wants me to screw her Mom,' was my obvious thought. Well, indeed it would have been very ungallant to ignore my new friend's request. And to think, earlier Megan had referred to me as, "a sicko who's looking for sexual kicks." Talk about the pot calling the kettle black! 




Megan & Mom Get Busted



I withdrew my fingers from Mom's lovely soaking pussy. "It's time to give you a little extra Ma'am," I told her.

"You bastard," she replied, but not with any defiant edge to her voice. She spread her legs a little wider opening up her gaping mature cunt to full view.

I eased into her steadily, balls deep and held it there. She felt tighter than I would have thought. "You really are mean son of a bitch," she observed, but gave a satisfied smile as I began to ride her and play with her huge rubbery nipples. 

Megan sat up on the table, intently watching me and Mom screw with a delightful grin on her face. She was also pinching her own big nipples and sometimes working her clit. She was loving the scene. "At least you won't be telling Dad about me smoking dope or sucking cock now huh Mom."

The room really began to become drenched in the sweet smell of sex, and the sound of slapping skin, as I picked up the pace and really slammed away at Mom. I got my hands on her big clit and worked that cute bud good.

"Ohhhh, Ahhhhh. Fuck me you big bastard," Mom pleaded. She began biting her bottom lip. She then squealed out loud; her spine arched back like a bow and she came big style. I could literally feel her projectile cum, as her pussy juice smeared over both of our upper thighs.

I pulled out still rock hard and unspent, leant over, kissed Mom's mouth deeply and massaged her big heaving breasts. "Ok, Mrs L, that's your speeding ticket taken care of." 

"Can we go now officer?" Mom enquired.

"No, not quite yet, there's still the slight matter of your daughter's joints and pills," I replied. Then, looking at the still grinning Megan, instructed her to, "Lean over the table please Miss, and push your backside out." She charmingly acquiesced to my request. 

I got my face up close to observe fully the delights this young lady had to offer. As, unlike her more voluptuous Mom, she had small butt cheeks, her puffy, pretty pink pussy looked proportionately big, and it's smell was both strong and enchanting. I licked her from behind with my tongue, tasting and savouring the nectar that is a young woman's love juice; a drink I'll never tire of until my very dying day.

Not wishing to seem selfish, or ungracious, I rolled her clit and brought her close to a climax. These were two very orgasmic women, to say the least. I lapped at Megan, who's buns where squirming. She was bucking and almost dribbling cum. In a quick motion I pulled back, lined up my hips, and drove my big cock home, balls deep. I hammered her, fucked her like a train, pinching her tits and spanking her ass. The young lady came like banshee: wailing, bucking, grunting like a wild feline animal.

I pulled back and out, then gathered my rather ragged breath for a minute as Megan slumped forward onto the table, but with that inviting butt still exposed. I heard Mom give a light laugh, followed by, "Megan, you really are one slut honey."

I knelt back down and parted her ass cheeks; licked her asshole ring with my tongue then slipped it right inside her ass, tasting a musky but pleasant tang. I just had to fuck it.

Intending to get the KY jelly, I turned and saw that Mom had dressed herself. She was smiling and had the KY in her hand which she immediately passed to me. "Thank you," I said, most sincerely.

I applied a generous amount to my cock then started to work some into Megan's butt. "Mom, stop him for Chrissake."

"Shut up you you little slut," Mom replied. "Act like a whore Missy and you'll be treated as a whore. You might learn a lesson about having drugs too. Look where it's got you. Now just shut-up, take it, and we can get the hell out of here."

"Yes," I agreed. "Oh, and Megan, let's be open about this. Your asshole is nowhere near as tight as your Mom's. It's not exactly going to be your first ass-fuck, is it?"

This brought no reply, so I eased in gently, about three inched deep at first. Megan tightened up her butt cheeks and seemed in minor discomfort. However, her ring soon loosened up and she gave out a few gentle moans of pleasure as I worked deeper inside her and fucked her slowly. 

"What's this," Mom said. It appeared she had found one of our women officer's truncheons, or 'dildos' as we usually refer to them as. They are made of firm rubber, are about nine inches long, and Mom was lubing one!

Mom took control. The sick lady! She had me sit on a hard backed chair and had Megan sit down on me, face facing away, with my cock balls deep in her progressively less tight asshole. Mom then knelt down and fucked Megan's teenage cunt with the 'dildo.' We thrusted simultaneously, me bouncing her ass up and down on me deep then easing back with Mom then doing the same in a kind of obscene rhythm. Megan was getting one serious fucking.

"Awwwwwww, Ahhhhhhh," she was groaning loudly in sheer pleasure, "Fuck me you evil bastards, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!" We did!

Eventually, after seemingly a long time but in reality probably only a few minutes, the young lady came in massive, spasming, bucking waves, and I joined in too, emptying my balls and splattering her bowel with vast amounts of creamy, thick man cum. Mom withdrew the dildo and helped her daughter off of my cock, with an audible 'schlop' sound as she got free.

Mom helped an exhausted Megan clean up at a wash basin, then dress. I threw them a military type salute. "Thank you ladies, your debts to society are paid in full. I will drive you back to your car and then you are totally free to go."

Hardly a word was said on the short, uneventful journey. When we arrived back at their car I handed Mom the keys and gave them both their bags back, minus the tablets and joints from Megan's, and three hundred pounds 'expenses' from Mom's purse.

In a very sarcastic voice, Mom bade me farewell. "Gee officer sir, thanks for all your kind help. You truly are a modern day knight of the road." Still, I didn't mind the odd bit of sarcasm from such a fine mature lady as this. Especially as she had slipped me her mobile phone number a minute before.

I returned to the station. Billy was watching the same Rangers soccer dvd again! I gave him an account of events, which brought a smile to his corrupt, degenerate old features, then we shared another of Megan's joints. Good shit too! I got my head down for a sleep, with Billy promising to wake me just before the big boss came on shift in the morning. I needed the rest, it had been tiring night. For all the bad press we get; the allegations of corruption and brutality, believe me, it really is no picnic upholding the strong arm of the law!



Megan and Mr. X



"I knew you were a faggot", Megan said as I moved to my hands and knees. "I knew you would suck a guy's dick. I knew you would let a guy fuck you in the ass."

I had been watching her as she peeled off I had her clothing. Her pussy, by itself, was still lovely. It was perfectly colored, perfectly layered, and small. She was creamier than any girl I had ever known, capable of pulling long strings of white goo and playing with them like so much hot taffy.

I remembered a time when she was a pretty girl- very nearly beautiful. Now her body was fat, her face plump. Around the stretch marks and between the proximity of her thighs however, I found it sexy as she played with her sticky pussy. 

What was getting her off was easily summed up in a single word-control. For the fights, we had had, the jokes, and the fact that I was not in love with her....this was her revenge.

Only in private did I ever want to admit any homosexual or even bisexual tendencies, but women sense things. So it was that on her first visit, nearly four years earlier, she brought toys. I found that she was a dominatrix. I found myself sucking artificial cocks. I found myself submitting gleefully to her insistence that I take it further, and a bit further, up my ass. She transformed me as the days passed. I had to address her with only "ma'am" in the bedroom. By the third day, she made me beg for the fake cock.

"Please fuck me", I would have to beg.

"If you are bad", she would say, "If you piss me off, I will use the big one."

"Yes, ma'am", I would respond.

"Get on your knees!"

"Yes ma'am."

"Now!"

I would go to my knees like a trained dog, Megan making me tell her that I was her whore, as I anticipated the smaller, six-inch cock. It was flesh-colored and, despite the fact that I had never been with a male sexually, she quickly discovered my talent for sucking the toy.

Always the threat of "big boy" hung over my head. She never failed to warn me that, should I disappoint her, the twelve-inch monster would go in my ass.

I was off that week. I enjoyed the time we spent together. I enjoyed seeing her strength, despite the cancer treatments and the fact that her father had just died. I enjoyed her being my girl. I enjoyed being in control of everything outside the bedroom. 

In the bedroom, she called me her "bitch" and her whore...and she was quite right. Megan could make me fuck her. She could eat my ass like candy and the make me kiss her for extended periods. She could make me enjoy her toys in my ass, and make me utter words that could not come from my mouth.

She was psycho in a way I adored. She owned me, and we both knew it. 

Fights ensued after she returned to her home. I did not want to marry her; I did not want her to move in with me. Therefore, in Megan's mind, I had used her. She vowed to get even.

After a long cooling off period, I received a phone call from her. We talked for hours before she asked me, point blank, if I would suck another guy's cock. 

"I don't know", I said. "It would all depend.

"You would. Let me ask you this, would you let a guy fuck you in the ass?"

"No."

She laughed. "I think you would. In fact, I know you would."

"Would you like that?" I asked.

"I always like it when you do what I say. Are you hard?"

I hesitated. "Yes", I answered.

"Are you on the bed?"

"No."

"Go there now."

From several hundred miles away, I did her bidding. 

"You are not allowed to touch your cock", she said.

I laughed. "That is not fair."

"I will tell you what is fair. Your ass is like a pussy. Touch it."

I tried to contain myself as my hand moved with the memories.

"Are you touching it?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Finger yourself...do it now."

"Yes."

My middle finger moved to my ass. It felt good moving in.

"Is it in now?"

"Yes."

"Now fuck yourself! I want to hear it."

In her tone, I detected the anger and the disdain. "Fuck you for not loving me" she seemed to say.

She tortured me for nearly an hour before permitting me to touch my hard cock. I was not allowed to hang up until I came.

"Whose whore are you?" she asked.

"Yours" I answered breathlessly.

"Did you ask my permission to cum?"

"Please let me cum!"

"Stroke yourself and tell me you are my bitch."

"I am your bitch."

Megan hung up on me then as cum jetted nearly to the bedroom ceiling. 

I thought that was the end, until yesterday when she showed up with Mr. X. I thought nothing of him, only of how Megan had ballooned from the cancer treatments, only of her psycho passion and her disdain for life's cruelty. 

A few hours later I returned from the restroom to find him naked, his hard cock in Megan's hand. I knew immediately that they were both taking note of the look in my eyes. They knew the focus of my vision.

"Stand up", she said to him.

I stood silent as Megan moved to me then. She could not unzip my jeans and retrieve my cock fast enough. 

"I knew it", she shouted. "It is hard."

I felt sick. I knew that she was right. His erect penis had given me a hard-on. I hated Megan. I loved Megan.

Her tongue went into my ear. "You want to suck it. Suck his cock."

Mr. X moved toward me as I fought an inner battle. The fight proved to be short-lived as I moved with Megan's insistence to my knees.

I had enjoyed his cock in my mouth. Sickly, I had enjoyed Megan's insults as she removed her clothes.

As if in a dream, she then instructed me to move to my hands and knees. History repeated itself; but this time the cock was real.

"He will need lubrication", Megan said to Mr. X as she spread her legs. 

I remembered her physical beauty from days before cancer treatments had taken a toll on her body. I found her beautiful anew, and found myself jealous as I watched Mr. X slip his cock into her pussy. Watching him fuck her was part of my punishment. I remained on my hands and knees as she screamed, as his cock thrust in and out of her. Her plump breasts moved with his determination as she came.

He was well lubricated as he moved his long cock from her pussy. Megan stared at me with lust and anger as I felt his hands move to my hips.

"You faggot", she whispered to me.

Mr. X then took his cock in his hand. He wasted little time before moving the head around my tight opening.

"You want it", Megan said. "Tell me you want it."

His cock was hard. I felt the tip as he spread me. "Yes, Megan. I want it.

She lit a cigarette and her eyes closed as I felt the head of his dick push gently to the opening of my ass.

"I knew you were a faggot", Dawn said. "I knew you would suck a guy's dick. I knew you would let a guy fuck you in the ass."

The part of me that wanted to regain control, the part of me that wanted all of this to stop, ceased to be as his head slid easily into me. I loved that feeling alone. I now ignored Megan and had no desire for Mr. X to move. That feeling- just the tip of his cock inside me- was like nothing I had ever experienced. It only got better however, and my fears diminished, as I felt his shaft open me more. It was as though my ass had a mind of its own, as though I was willfully swallowing him.

He pressed his cock inside me, seemingly as far as it would go, before beginning to slowly move in and out. I wondered why my erection subsided as he moved my walls to and fro, gently, then a bit faster.

I felt as though someone was making love to me, until I saw Megan's face.

"You're a cheap whore", she snarled.

I was beginning to feel some pain as the throbbing cock moved back and forth in my ass. She was right.

"You win", I said to her. "Please stop."

"You don't want him to stop." She moved to my side as smoke exited her mouth and nostrils. "You want it in the ass. You want him to cum inside you, don't you?"

I moved with the motion of his fucking. "I don't...."

"Liar", Megan seethed. "You think if he does not cum in you that you can say you are not gay or bi? Tell me how that cock feels in your ass."

"Please don't make me", I said.

"Tell me now!"

"It feels good."

"Say it again."

"It feels good. Yes, it feels so good."

"Tell me you want his cum."

"I want his cum!"

"Now tell me that you are not gay, you motherfucker!"

My eyes closed as Megan grabbed my hair. I felt his cock swell inside me. I tasted the sweetness of her evil lips as she kissed me. His hands then moved from my hips to my shoulders, forcing my face to the floor. I screamed as his cum filled me, as it flooded my bowels.

"Who is your momma, bitch", Dawn said as he continued to cum in me.

Minutes passed like seconds before his half-hard cock exited me slowly.

"His name is David", Megan whispered.

I knew why she shared this information. If a real name was attached to a real person- the person whose cock had just been in my ass, there was no way I could write it off as a dream.

"Tell me you do not love me", she said.

"I love you, Megan."

"Roll over."

My cock was exposed, hard again, as David dressed and Megan mounted me.

"I have cancer", she said. "I am dying. Tomorrow you will want to die for what you have done."

I felt the cum of Mr. X- so I still preferred to call him- oozing from my ass.

"We are both dying", Megan continued. "Who needs a pity fuck?"

I knew that I was close as she slid my cock into her gooey pussy. She moved about, owning me and taking no pleasure as she fucked. 

"What guy wants a woman dying of cancer", she said. "Especially when that guy likes it up the ass from other guys."

"No."

"Do not bullshit me. Just shut up and get fucked."

I still throbbed from David's cock inside me. I ached more as Megan smiled wickedly and my cum filled her pussy.

She placed her hand on my chest and laughed. "A good pussy can still make you cum", she hissed.

She quickly removed her body from mine then. Cum dripped on me as she stood to dress. I remained on the floor as she dressed and they left.

"There is no end to this story", I whispered as the door closed.

I loved Megan then, almost as much as I hated her. My hands moved between my legs. I was still turned on.

There is no end to this story



Megan and My Foot Fetish



The first time I met Megan was at my friend Jason's house, or rather his and his roommates' house. Jason and I got to know each other as college students, and on the weekend he'd frequently have a barbeque and invite people over for little impromptu parties. Jason and his roommates were pretty cool guys, and a lot of attractive girls would come to these parties, so it was no surprise that someone like Megan would show up wearing short shorts and sandals.

One of the perks about going to school in a warm environment is that all the girls wear sandals. For someone with a foot fetish, it's like they're partially naked all the time. I've always had a foot fetish, but was weary about admitting it to girls because I was afraid they'd find it weird.

Anyways, the first time I met Megan she was wearing sandals, and of course I saw her beautiful feet. They were shaped so lovely, with high arches and pretty toes, with pillow soft soles. She had turquoise painted toenails, and it was obvious she pampered her feet. 

Going up from those feet appears a set of gorgeous legs. I've always been sort of leg man too, and Megan had those toned sexy legs that only come on women who keep themselves fit. Next came a tight butt looking cute in short shorts, followed by perky B-cup tits in a simple top, and an attractive, fun-loving and curious face.

I'm a pretty shy guy and don't really know how to have the charm/confidence/whatever to approach girls and be successful. Fortunately this was a small enough party where everyone was just kind of hanging out together drinking beer around the grill, so I could make Megan's acquaintance without having to take any awkward initiative. I didn't say much though, because I couldn't stop concentrating on her feet. I was waging a battle against myself, and I was semi erect and didn't want it to get worse. But it was like my eyes had a mind of their own and couldn't stop glancing at her feet at every opportunity. It was a losing battle and I told Jason I had to leave.

"Going so soon? It's still kinda early."

"Yeah but I got a lot of work to do this weekend, so I need to get started early tomorrow."

"Aw man that sucks. See you later dude!"

"It was nice to meet you!" Megan added as I was leaving.

"Uh yeah, nice to meet you too!" I stammered, already mentally cringing hoping I didn't seem too awkward.

As soon as I got home I jerked off thinking about Megan's feet. Even afterward I was preoccupied thinking about her feet. I dreamed about sucking on those toes, licking her soles, having those arches wrapped around my cock, and jerked off twice more before I went to sleep.

The following week it was one of Jason's roommate's birthdays, and they had a pretty big party and bought a keg of beer. I assumed there was a good chance Megan would be there again. I resolved to not glance at her feet even once, as it was a slippery slope to losing self control. And I jerked off before the party thinking that might help.

At the beginning I was successful. Even though Megan looked beautiful in a simple purple sun dress, I managed to not look at her feet even once. I still noticed her sexy legs, not really muscular but toned in that sexy feminine way. Maybe the few beers loosened me up, but I managed to act pretty cool this time. I even made Megan laugh when she brought up her Zumba and I asked if it was like the Richards Simmons dance videos. She playfully slapped me on the chest, and I thought her hand lingered a bit but I couldn't be sure. She was a student like me and was studying biology, and she seemed really down to earth.

Later on in the evening a group of us were sitting down, I was on the edge of a couch and Megan was sitting in a chair perpendicular to me. I really had to steel myself not to directly look at her feet, and I still managed. At some point someone lit a joint, and passed it around. I wasn't a pothead or anything, but I did enjoy smoking occasionally. As I took a few puffs Megan took her sandals off and placed her feet on the coffee table in front of me. She had slightly angled her legs toward my end of the couch, with her foot crossed over the other toward me at the ankle. After I passed the joint I couldn't help myself and glanced at her feet.

Her feet looked even more beautiful that night. It looked like she had just gotten a pedicure, and her toenails were painted a light shade of purple with white tips. She even had an ankle bracelet and a toe ring. I think smoking must have put me in a trance or something, because I couldn't take my eyes off her feet. Every few moments she would scrunch her toes or make some subtle movement with her feet, and it was driving me crazy. 

"Tony? You here? It's your hit." laughed Megan, bringing me back to reality.

"Oh! Sorry I kinda spaced out there, they sure make weed really strong nowadays ha ha," I said hoping no one noticed I was ogling Megan's feet or looking at my crotch. As I passed the joint Megan took her feet off the table, and I thought I saw a little smirk on her face.

I was a little embarrassed and avoided Megan the rest of the party. I played some drinking games and ended up getting a little drunk, and I don't remember if I even interacted with Megan the rest of the party.

I slept in and woke up a little hungover the next day, and was glad that I had bought bacon and eggs the day before. I checked my phone and noticed I had a text message.

'Hi Tony it's Megan! Jason gave me your number, and I was wondering if you could come over to my place tonight and check my math homework? It's not my strongest subject, and I need a math credit to graduate.'

Even though it was a little strange for her to choose me, I figured it was because I had taken a bunch of math classes so she knew it would be easy. I replied, 'Yeah I'm available tonight. What time do you want me to come by?'

In a few minutes she replied back, 'Great!!! Come by around 7 I live at xxx'

I was both excited and nervous at the prospect of seeing Megan again. I thought Megan was a really cool girl, and I didn't want to scare her off by creepily staring at her feet all night. Maybe checking math problems would keep my mind at bay, I reasoned.

Feeling better after eating, I went surfing that afternoon to detoxify myself and clear my head. I came home and ate dinner and showered. Before heading over to Megan's, I was determined to act like a normal human being.

When I showed up Megan was dressed in a T-shirt and short soft cotton shorts, like what she might wear to bed or something. She still looked sexy though, and I both thanked and cursed God when I noticed her feet were covered by slippers. 

Megan explained she wanted someone to look over her first assignment to make sure she had a good start in her math class. Reassuring her that it was no problem, we sat down on her couch and I started looking at her work.

After I confirmed that her first few problems were solved correctly, Megan groaned and said that her foot was cramping. She said that the only thing that made it go away was to massage her foot for a few minutes.

I immediately blurted out, "I'll do it!" I think involuntarily.

"Really? First you check my math homework, and now a foot massage, you are a saint!"

"It's really no big deal," I responded trying to cover up my overenthusiastic response.

We moved to opposite ends of the couch, and Megan took her slippers off. Seeing her feet and knowing I was going touch them quickly started making me hard. There were the same purple toenails with white tips as last night, and her feet were completely bare. As I took her foot into my hands, I marveled at how soft and warm it was. I glanced at Megan and she seemed to be studying my face trying to gauge my reaction. 

I held her foot in both hands, with my thumbs on her pillowy sole. I began massaging slowly and delicately, and then as I got more confident I started deeply massaging her beautiful sole. Megan exhaled and closed her eyes, and I knew she was enjoying it.

"My toes... they get cramps too," Megan uttered in almost a whisper.

I moved my hands up to her toes, and started randomly deeply massaging them. I wasn't sure who was enjoying this massage more, me or Megan as she just lay there smiling with her eyes closed.

Eventually Megan opened her eyes and said softly, "My other foot gets cramps too." I took her other foot into my hands while the first rested on my lap.

I massaged her toes with one hand, and rubbed her sole with my other, and was switching back and forth with both hands. I was trying to be smooth and give a good massage, and even though I was inexperienced Megan's slow deep breathing was a good sign.

By now I had a raging hard on, and I knew resistance was futile. When Megan's foot strayed further up lap and brushed against my cock I was a little worried about what her reaction would be, but she gave me a devilish grin and said, "I guess I'm not the only one enjoying this."

"Yeah, Megan, I, uhhhh"

"Ha ha ha it's cute. Besides, I do owe you for coming over tonight," she said, sliding her foot the length of my cock through my pants, "Take off your shorts."

I instantly got up and took them off, and I was afraid I was going to wake up and find out this was all a dream. I sat down and Megan wrapped her feet around my cock.

"Ooohhh... it's really hard," Megan cooed.

She had her toes wrapped around my cock, and slowly started moving them up and down. I was in a daze, enjoying every stroke of her soft, warm feet. I couldn't believe these sexy feet, with their beautiful toes, arches, everything were around my cock. Even though Megan was going slow, I was already close to cumming. When she increased the pace slightly I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. 

"Megan... I..."

Megan giggled, and stroked my cock a little faster. I came immediately, shooting spurts of semen all over (and mostly beyond) her feet. 

Megan gasped, and then laughed and said, "Wow, that was fast. And you made a huge mess."

"Oh Megan... I guess I owe you now," I said, surprised that I had some wit.

"Ha ha ha I thought you were into my feet when we first met; your eyes were all over them. And yesterday..."

"Yeah... I avoided you because I thought you'd think I was a creep or something."

"No no no it turns me on that you like my feet! My old boyfriend had a foot fetish, and now I don't think I could be with a man who wasn't into my feet."

Suddenly it all made sense. I realized that Megan was teasing me the whole time, and maybe I should have picked up on it sooner. 

Megan smiled at me and lifted her foot to her mouth and licked off my cum. She made a slurping sound at the end, and even though I just came I was starting to get turned on again. She did the same with the other foot, then said matter-of-factly, "I believe you mentioned that you owe me now, how about picking up where you left off?"

As Megan leaned back I took her foot into my hands. I decided to take a chance and started sucking on Megan's big toe. She moaned and closed her eyes, and each time I moved to a different toe she tensed up and clutched her breasts. When I licked her sole slowly starting from her heel she made this shiver-moan sound, and stuck her hand down her pants and started rubbing her clit.

Knowing that Megan was getting turned on by getting her feet worshiped made her even sexier. Not only was she indulging my fetish, she was indulging herself! 

I took her other foot and just started going to town on it with my mouth. I alternated between sucking on her toes, heels, everywhere on her feet with licking everywhere too. Her feet were so soft and warm, it was like my dream come true. Megan was clutching her breast and slowly writhing on the couch and began rubbing her clit a little faster now. I was rock hard again at this point.

When I took both her feet and rubbed them all over my face, my tongue out and licking everything I could, Megan started rubbing herself even faster. I was trying to get as much of Megan's feet as possible, jamming all her toes into mouth and squeezing her feet in my hands. Eventually Megan started rubbing her clit really fast, and her body tensed up and let out a soft moan as she came.

I kept licking and sucking on her feet, much slower now though. Megan let out a cute sigh and just lay there for about a minute, then opened her eyes and said, "My, hard again? You just can't get enough of my feet can you?"

She leaned forward and spit on her hands and wrapped them around my cock. Despite the foot job earlier, I wasn't too far away from cumming again. While I kept worshiping her feet Megan slowly stroked my cock, almost playfully like it was her toy or something. Her hands were almost as soft and warm as her feet, and she had a happy smirk on her face as she moved her hands up and down my cock.

As I started licking and sucking Megan's feet a little faster, Megan started stroking a little faster. After a minute I was about to cum, and I started frantically sucking and licking Megan's feet. She stroked my cock even faster as well, and I my entire body tensed and I let out another huge orgasm, although this time there was much less of a load.

I collapsed against the couch letting Megan's feet rest on my lap. I was in a daze, and just sort of sat there light-headed. Megan looked at me and giggled, then got up and said, "Tonight was a fun night! But I have class in the morning, so unfortunately I'm going to kick you out now."

Although I was disappointed that this night had to come to end, I was still elated at what transpired and I stood up and put my pants back on. I wanted to somehow communicate to Megan that what just happened had been the only thing I could think about since I saw her, but I didn't know how to say it.

We walked to the door silently. When we got to the door, I turned around and wrapped my hands tightly around Megan and passionately kissed her. She seemed surprised initially, but quickly recovered and returned my embrace. Our tongues were almost fighting each other, but then Megan gently pushed me away and opened the door.

"Sorry, I really need to get some sleep now," Megan said. She was trying to laugh and sound cheerful, but instead she sounded almost sad and afraid. I was a little perplexed as she closed the door. Still, my head was in the clouds the entire walk home, and I couldn't wait to see Megan again.