8 comments/ 66027 views/ 16 favorites A Dream Come True By: scorpio00155 With a start I sat up in bed, at my groin I felt the dampness that told me I had been having a wet dream, the same wet dream as I'd had for the past week. Glancing at the clock I saw it was just after four in the morning yet I was too awake to get back to sleep. Getting out of bed I went to the bathroom to clean myself up then returned to the bedroom to get dressed. Five minutes later I was sipping at a cup of coffee in my kitchen and looking back on my dream. It was an unusual dream in that I could remember all of it, the dream always started with me getting up around two in the morning, then there's a knock at the door and I open the door to find a gorgeous woman standing there, she smiles at me and I invite her in. She comes in and walks straight up the stairs to my bedroom, by the time I get there she is naked and in my bed, she holds out her arms to me and I get into bed with her. Then we have the most fantastic sex imaginable, oral, anal, the lot and somehow I seem to be able to go on and on and on, cumming time and again. The ending was always the same, she would suck me off one last time, get off the bed, dress and leave the room and it was as I rose to follow her that I always woke up. It was the most exciting dream I'd ever had and it was driving me potty, not because of it's content but because I could remember it as though it really happened. With a shudder I rose from the table and went to the back door, opening it I stepped out into the crisp morning air and looked out across the fields to the distant woods. Though isolated the cottage gave me the peace and quiet I had been seeking when I had my nervous breakdown, now it looked as though I was going nuts again, this time imagining things that weren't real. From the front of the cottage I heard the sound of an engine, walking around the path I made my way to the front, I found the battered van of the local farmer pulling up outside my gate. "Morning." I called to Martins as he stepped out of the van. "Aar." he greeted me, "Got your milk an' papers 'ere Mr. Carter." With a smile I walked to the gate and took the two pints and milk and the Times that he was holding out to me, normally he would have bid me a good day and departed, this morning he seemed to have something on his mind. "I 'ere tell that you be one o' them fizisist fellahs." Martins said at last. "I am a physicist," I replied with a sigh, "I specialise in nuclear physics." "Aar, well, I may 'ave summit of intrest to your." he said. "What might that be?" I asked. "Another o' they danged crop circles," he replied calmly, "over in my back field it is. That's the fifth one in this district in as many days. Danged odd. Thought you'm like to 'ave a look at it, ee bein' a scientist an' all." "I'll pop over later this morning." I promised. This satisfied him, as I had hoped it would, and he departed muttering about 'strange goings on'. To be honest examining a crop circle, the latest in a long line of unexplained phenomena, was not my idea of fun, but I had promised to do so. The last thing I wanted was to start work again, my breakdown had been caused by my work, coming to the cottage had been an ideal way of avoiding contact with my specialised field, after all what good is a nuclear physicist that is terrified of nuclear energy. Shrugging my shoulders angrily I took the milk and paper inside and made myself another cup of coffee, taking the hot cup into the living room I sat down to read the paper and was surprised to see the banner headline 'Mystery Object Sparks Defence Scare'. Sipping my coffee I read the article, it seemed that in the early hours of the morning an unidentified flying object had entered U.K air space, jets from a nearby air base had been scrambled to intercept the object, but it had evaded them by accelerating to speeds in excess of mach ten as they came into visual range. The story disturbed me for some reason, but for the life of me I couldn't think what it was that was getting to me, then it hit me, quickly I checked the article again and sure enough there was a quote from some U.F.O. society or other stating that there had been sightings of U.F.O'S in the same area every night for the past five days. Then I remembered Farmer Martins crop circles, one a night for the past five days and finally I thought of my dream. "Pull yourself together Adam!" I said loudly to myself, "The supposed U.F.O.'S and the crop circles are mere coincidence and as for my dream...Hell it's just that, a dream!" Only half believing my words I put the paper aside, went out into the hall, put on my coat and walked outside to my car. The drive to Martins Farm was not long, to my surprise Martins was waiting for me, obviously he had seen me driving up the lane to his house. Exchanging a brief greeting with the farmer I took a Geiger counter from my car and let him lead me to the sight of the latest circle. When we got to it I discovered nothing new, a circle of flattened crops in the middle of a field, a low level of radiation that was higher than the surrounding ground, but not by much and no sign of any path to or from the circle other than the one we had made. "What do 'ee make on it then?" Martins looked at me hopefully. "I'm afraid I have no answer to give." I replied, "It seems to be the same as all the other crop circles, but how it was made I don't know." Martins sighed and reached into his pocket; pulling out a sketch map he waved it at me. "Oive marked all the danged things on this 'ere paper," he said, "mayhap ye'll see a pattern." I took the map and studied it, it was drawn by an inexpert hand and was not to scale, but it clearly showed the sights of the five crop circles that had mysteriously appeared every night for five days. He was obviously expecting me come up with a profound statement that would solve the puzzle in a single sweeping answer, in which case he was doomed to disappointment. "May I keep this?" I asked. "Aar." he replied briefly. That ended the affair as far as he was concerned and he led me back to the farm, after a brief farewell I drove back to the cottage, the map forgotten in my pocket. Later that night I found myself wondering about the crop circles again, remembering the sketch map I took it from my jacket and went into the den. From the shelf above my desk I pulled down an Ordinance Survey map of the area and carefully transferee the locations of the crop circles from the ragged bit of paper to the map. This task completed I sat back and looked at the result, a shiver ran down my spine as I made one more mark on the map, the location of my cottage, on the map the locations of the crop circles formed a neat semi-circle with a radius of half a mile from my cottage and a quarter mile apart. It was too much of a coincidence, yet I did not want to believe what I was seeing, the thought that something was landing on the points of a circle drawn around my home was unacceptable, there had to be another answer, even if I couldn't see one. Leaning forward I marked the date of each site and found that they had been formed in a clockwise direction, if what I was thinking was correct, and I prayed that I was wrong, the next circle would appear in the Martins Farm barley field. Feeling disturbed I went up to bed and tired to sleep. With a start I sat bolt upright in bed, the dream, the same dream clear and sharp in my mind and a damp spot at my groin. Jumping out of bed I ran around the cottage like a mad man checking al the windows and doors, there was no sign that they had been tampered with, but I did find the front door unbolted although the lock was still set. Sweating a little I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself up then dressed and made my way downstairs to make myself a coffee. Taking the coffee I went outside to the lane and anxiously awaited the arrival of Martins, when I saw his van coming along the lane I dreaded hearing what he might say. "There be another circle appeared." he said as he handed me the milk and paper. "In your barley field?" I asked. "Aar," he responded in surprise, "but how did you'm know?" "I have a theory," I replied cautiously, "it is still unproven, but I should be able to check it tonight." "Hmm, well" Martins said, "I wish 'ee luck." As soon as Martins had gone I rushed inside and marked the site of the new Circle on my map, once more I felt an icy chill down my spine as the site matched the location I had thought it would. I spent the rest of the day preparing myself for the night to come, on my map I circled the site the I anticipated would be the next to receive a visitation then put it in my coat pocket. The day passed slowly, but at last, at a quarter to eleven, it was time for me to set out. It didn't take long to get to what should be the next site, a nearby stand of trees provided me with cover from which I could observe the field of waving corn that was, I believed, to be the site of an alien craft landing. Settling myself down I poured a coffee from my thermos and waited, an hour passed and I began to mentally chide myself for being a fool, for reading things into events that had no connection with myself. Then I hear a low hum, it was coming from the north and getting louder, and grabbing my binoculars with sweating hands I raised them to my eyes and searched the sky in the direction of the noise. At first I could see nothing, then a fast moving oval of light came into view, it grew larger as it came straight towards me and then stopped and hovered over the field. Agog I stared at the U.F.O. as it hovered then slowly settled to the ground, right at the spot I had predicted! "Jesus H. bloody Christ." I muttered as the craft landed. The humming noise faded and the silence of the night returned, the glow around the craft went out as though a switch had been thrown and the sudden darkness made me shiver. A few moments passed before I heard a very low sound, in the side of the craft a door or hatch slid open and a figure appeared, it was lit from behind so that I could clearly see that the form was female, the same female from my dreams! There was no mistaking the way she held herself, the sheen of her hair, the flowing robes she wore, it was the woman from my dreams and unless I was dreaming now she was real. I saw her touch something at her waist then float away across the field, her craft lay empty and silent in the centre of the field, with a mouth dry from fear I stepped into the open and crossed the hundred feet that separated me from the alien ship. The open doorway was just within my reach and with a grunt I pulled myself up into it, inside I discovered a second doorway, this was obviously an air lock. Beyond the second door was a short corridor leading to another door which opened with a swoosh of displaced air as I approached, behind the door was a large room, around the walls were machines and panels, some familiar some not. In front of a large panel of buttons and lights there was a padded chair, beside it there was another, this had to be the point from which the craft was controlled, the two chairs indicated that the crew would normally be two beings, yet I had only seen the one. The though of that one sent me flying towards the door as I realised that she had been heading for my cottage, finding me absent she would head straight back to the craft. As I stepped into the open air lock the alien woman landed in the outer doorway, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw me, her hand touched something at her waist and the faint buzz that accompanied her faded. Heart pounding I looked at the alien woman and took a step back even though I had nowhere to go except back into the craft. Taking another step backwards I stared at the woman, her violet eyes looked back at me calmly, a little smile on her lips, her alabaster skin seeming to glow from within, her cobalt blue hair hanging around her shoulders and framing her face. When she moved to raise her hand towards me my heart skipped a beat, my fear was totally irrational for she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, yet deep inside me primeval instincts were urging me to flee, as a scientist I was ashamed of myself, as a human being I wanted nothing more than to flee. I looked at the offered hand as though it was a venomous snake, and then I looked into her eyes and saw puzzlement there, puzzlement and what looked like disappointment. "Who are you?" I asked in a voice that quavered, "Where are you from?" She smiled at me, her whole face lighting up as she did so, from somewhere near here I could hear a faint sound, like music, but not music, her smile widened and she spoke. Her voice was like a musical symphony, each word a clear chord of notes that meant nothing to me, then from her waist a melodious voice spoke in English. "Do not be afraid," it said, "I mean you no harm. I am Ashari of the planet Teckton, does that answer your questions?" "Yes." I stammered, "Why are you here? What do you want from me?" A faint tone sounded near her, she smiled and nodded her head, and I realised that the sound was my words being translated to her language. Again she spoke in the musical voice of hers. "I am here" the device at her waist translated, "to seek a bond mate. You are the chosen one." "Chosen one? Bond mate?" I parroted, "What do you mean?" "Among my people" came the translation of her reply, "it is traditional that we seek a mate that is the compliment of ourselves. If none can be found within our own worlds then we search among the out-worlds. You are my compliment, with you I can be whole, with me you can be whole, separate but one. Have you not felt this in our bondings." "You mean my dreams?" I asked. "No dreams," she smiled, "each night I have been drawn to you, each night we have bonded to the satisfaction and unity of us both. How can you call our sharing dreams? Each night you welcomed me, took me to your bed, made me whole." My mind buzzed with her words, could it be that she had visited me in reality? Was it possible that my mind turned her visits into a dream because it knew that the reality was too frightening for me? I looked into her eyes and saw that her words were the truth, my fear faded as it dawned on me that Ashari could never harm me and my rational mind began to think for the first time in days. "Ashari," I said slowly, "your visits were like dreams to me because I could not accept the reality. My race has deep rooted fears of the unknown, you are an alien to me, an object of fear, please forgive me." Ashari laughed, the sound like a peal of bells. "I had forgotten," she replied at last, "the racial instincts of young races. I am a fool, but the need to bond with you overwhelmed my senses and I acted without thought." Her face became sad as she spoke. "It seems," she continued, "I must remain unfulfilled. To take you from your world would cause you harm and that I can not do." "Take me from my world?" I asked. "Bond mates never part once the bonding is complete." she sighed, "That is why there are two seats in this craft, you were to join me, we would have soared among the stars together as one. It is not to be though, our bonding can not be completed without harm to you, I must become one of the alone ones." I was shocked at the sacrifice she was willing to make for me and it suddenly dawned on me that my life was not exactly a happy one; I had always felt that a part of me was missing. Perhaps there was something in what she had said about her race's bonding practices; certainly I had felt whole, more of a man during her 'dream' visits. What was holding me back was the racial fears buried deep inside me, yet even they could be faced and overcome in time. As the minutes passed the thought of sharing my life with Asheri became more and more appealing, the opportunity to see other worlds, to learn new sciences excited me and my fears faded like mist on a sunny day. "Asheri," I said at last, "what is needed to complete the bonding?" "To join our minds as one," she answered in surprise, "but are you sure you wish this?" "I am." I said firmly, "Was the sex act a lead up to the joining of minds?" "No," Asheri blushed, "for pleasure." "Then shall we join our minds and share our pleasure for the next forty or fifty years." I laughed. She looked puzzled at my words. "Jake," she said slowly, "bonding is for life not forty or fifty years." "I understand that." I replied wondering what she meant and how she knew my name, "That is the normal life span of my race." "I am being silly again." she laughed, "Jake in bonding with me you will become a part of the Tekton people, our longevity treatments will extend your life to forty or fifty earth centuries." It hadn't occurred to me that such things were possible; obviously I would have to open my mind and prepare to accept the impossible as normality. "How old are you Asheri?" I asked without thinking. "I am 35 of your Earth years." she smiled. She was the same age as me; to spend centuries with this beautiful and fascinating alien woman suddenly seemed even more attractive to me. "Shall we join minds?" I asked with a smile. Asheri's face lit up with happiness, stepping towards me she put one of her hands to my forehead, at first I thought it was some form of gesture of affection, but then I began to feel or hear or sense her in my mind. It is impossible to explain what I felt as her mind merged with mine, her thoughts joining with mine until they were one, yet I was still myself, an individual yet at the same time a duality. Memories blossomed in my mind, memories of other worlds, other stars, other beings, I learnt much in that exchange, more than Ashari learnt from me, the most important yet most minor was her language. How long we spent in that merging I don't know, but when it ended I felt complete for the first time in my life, Ashari was looking at me with tears in her eyes, her hand moved to the translator at her belt and switched it off. "What's wrong my love?" I sang in her language. "Your loneliness, how could you bear such...?" she replied in perfect English. "I am no longer alone," I smiled, "I feel you in me. Ashari, the dawn is coming, it is not safe for you to stay here and I must arrange for my 'death' on this world so my leaving will go unnoticed." "I can not bear to part from you," she smiled, "but you are right. I will return to orbit." "Meet me here tonight, I will be ready." I smiled. Kissing her I left the craft and made my way back to my car, behind me I heard the hum of her gravity drive as her craft soared into the sky. I had thought that I would feel sad at our parting, but in my mind I could still feel her, a wave of joy came from her as our link remained firm even as the distance between us became wider. Quickly I made my back to the cottage and into my small lab, everything I needed was here and in the space of a few hours I had built an explosive device powerful enough to blow the cottage into tiny pieces, the assumption would be that I had died in the blast, I hoped. There was little that I wanted to take with me, what there was I packed into a couple of suitcases which I hid in the trees near the spot Ashari would pick me up. As dusk drew in I left the cottage for the last time, everything was locked from the inside and by using some twine and ingenuity I managed to lock and bolt the front door as though from the inside. No-one saw me walk away into the dwindling light, or cross the fields to the trees where my cases lay so it was a shock to discover Martins waiting for me in the trees. "Ye'll be leavin' then." he stated. "I..." I began to reply. "I saw your and the woman last night in that yoofo thingy." he smiled, "I didn't understand what I saw, but a blind man would've known that your an' she were in luv. Don't take no scientist ter put two an' two together, she can't stay here so your will have to leave. Don't your be a'worryin I'll not say owt." A Dream Come True I should have known something was going on when Ryan asked if I wouldn't mind waking him because his phone's alarm wasn't always going off on time, and as I naïvely entered his bedroom totally unprepared for what was waiting for me I was soon confronted with a sight so erotic that it nearly buckled my knees. The truth is that I'd be lying if I didn't admit that the thought of catching him masturbating hasn't fueled some of my lonely nights lately, and for me to stand there and watch as his hand slid up and down his long thick organ until it exploded with thick white globs of semen being pasted all over his chest made me wonder if I was actually still in bed dreaming. But it wasn't a dream, and the fact he was wearing his night mask because of his sensitivity to light made me at first suspect he was the one who was really dreaming. Of course I quickly dismissed that theory as I just stood there completely paralyzed watching as he so calmly milked the last of the venom out of his gorgeous serpent in a way even his father never managed to do comfortably in front of me. I have to wonder just how many other mothers have ever fallen under the spell of watching their teenage son masturbate like I have now, and even though a part of me knows how wrong it is for me to be standing there as he brings himself to another unbelievable orgasm the reality is that I'm totally helpless to resist coming back each morning for another fix. He's only nineteen and already he's mastered the art of seduction in a way men two or three times his age can't even come close too, and of course the fact his cock is so big clearly is the main reason I can't keep myself from coming back for even more. Maybe it's because I'm so vulnerable because of being both widowed and celibate for so long that may explain why my ability to resist his advances have failed so miserably, but deep down inside me I know it's the thought of having him slide inside me that is fueling my rage every time my eyes witness another one of his monstrous ejaculation's. There's just no denying though that it's the size of his organ that I'm just so totally infatuated with now, and how it's possible that he's blessed with such an incredible specimen that even rivals some of the ones in the videos on his computer makes me wonder if it's actually a blessing or a curse for him to be so well-endowed. I thought at almost seven inches his father was huge, and even though it's been nearly five years since he passed I can still remember so vividly how I whimpered and moaned every time he slid inside me. For far too long now I've lived the life of a grieving widow, and even though some of my friends have suggested that it's time for me to get back out there and start enjoying myself again there's always that tinge of guilt I feel whenever I think about actually doing it. But the funny thing about watching Ryan masturbate is that I haven't felt any of the emotions I thought I would, and far from being consumed with guilt and shame the truth is I haven't felt this alive in years. Of course everything changed this morning when I suddenly found my hands smearing all that thick white sticky semen all over his stomach and chest, and as he moaned so softly because I was doing to him what every other boy his age wishes their mothers would do to them I just couldn't help myself as one by one I licked his tasty treat off each of my fingers. I just knew instinctively as soon as my taste buds feasted on the salty elixir that my fate was already sealed, and as much as there was a part of me that wanted to flee all I could do was stare at his still rock hard organ and imagine myself slowly sliding down its entire length. I've suffered far too long now to know that this just feels so right, and even though I'd certainly be universally condemned for what I've allowed to happen thus far I'm sure I'm not the only mother who has flirted with these forbidden desires like I'm doing now. In so many ways I'm aware that I'm just not the typical mother of a teenage boy, and being tall and lean has garnered me countless stares from both young boys and old men alike. The funny thing about it is that I lack the big boobs and swagger like so many of the women my own age, and essentially having the same body that I had in high school certainly explains why I feel so many eyes whenever I stroll through the Mall. I guess the sight of a slender redhead with long thin legs leading up to a tight little heart shaped ass in old blue jeans is just too irresistible for so many of them not to sneak a peek at me, and even the look of jealousy on the faces of the young girls because they know I could so easily steal away any of their suitors merely confirms it too. I think for a woman like me who is so painfully shy those stares have kept that hope alive inside that one day I'd find a lover to rescue me from my life of loneliness and frustration. Pastor Morgan said just this Sunday that whenever he looks up and sees me singing in the choir all he can think of is a heavenly angel serenading our holy father with a voice filled with innocence and purity, but if he only knew that the thoughts going through my head as I look down at my own son with my panties soaking I'm quite sure he would be quite mortified to say the least. It just doesn't seem possible that someone like me who is perceived by so many as being a timid church mouse is literally on the verge of losing control, and yet as I walked to the ladies room this morning suffering because my tiny knob had become so swollen I just knew that my will to resist what my body is demanding of me is rapidly eroding. In all my years of being sexually active I've never had to go and sit in a stall and get myself off like I did today, and the glazed look in the mirror after I orgasmed told me that this is only the beginning. The truth that I can't deny any longer is that I knew the second I brought his salty treat up to my lips my world was going to be turned upside down, and the sooner I embrace what every fiber in my body is screaming for now will end not only my suffering but his as well. It's just so obvious there's a tension that is building between us, and even though we've always managed to banter back and forth as though we were best friends there is a silence developing now because our bodies are so under siege. It's as though we're both trying to suppress our primal instincts now as we desperately wait for the morning so I can come in and watch him masturbate again, and no doubt he heard my soft moans as my tongue licked his cream from my fingers as my eyes stayed locked on his still erect member. I think we both knew instinctively the significance of what happened, and now I'm about to push us even closer to the abyss. "You're not going out tonight with Bobby and Chris," I ask him with my voice nearly cracking because I'm standing in front of him dressed only in my black leotards. For years his eyes have followed my every movement whenever I've been dressed like this, but never before have I allowed him to see me the way I am now. Out of modesty of course I've always worn a t-shirt and panties to conceal from him what he most wanted to see, but not tonight, and the expression on his face says more to me than any words could ever possibly hope to convey. I knew when I looked in the full length mirror before coming down that I was going to offer myself to him in a way I'm sure most boys wish their mother's would do to them, and as I feel his eyes locked on my hairless slit it's just so obvious how enchanted he is with the gift that I'm offering to him. The fact is that I'm virtually naked now, and the enormous bulge in his sweat pants tells me that he wants a lot more from me than just my hands massaging his semen all over his chest and stomach again. "Think I'd just rather stay in tonight," is all he says as his hand slowly slides down to where his already erect member is and begins to rub it in front of me in a way that makes me wonder if all of this is just a dream I'll wake from with my fingers buried deep inside me. I still can't fathom where he's getting all this poise and confidence from considering that he's only just recently turned nineteen, and as much as I've become a hostage to witnessing him spewing shot after shot of semen I'm still finding it so hard to believe that it's really him lying there completely naked seducing me with each new ejaculation. But it is him, and the fact it took his father years before he was comfortable enough to masturbate in front of me just underscores even more how incredible what is happening between us. Somehow though he must have sensed just how vulnerable I've been lately, and as much as I know I shouldn't be standing here with my vagina lathering herself into a frenzy it's the thought of him stretching my poor neglected princess that won't allow any of my maternal instincts to deny from me what I most need now. It's just been too long since I've felt like this, and how can it be wrong if all of my instincts tell me it isn't is the only thought that's been going through my head for the last few days? Surely I just can't be the only mother who has been put in a situation like this, and between being divorced or widowed at such a young age like I am it's just the perfect recipe for a love starved wretch to succumb to desires too tempting to ignore. Of course I can't blame Ryan since all he's doing is what every boy his age thinks about as they're stroking themselves each night, and from what some of my friends tell me his behavior isn't all that different from what they encounter on a regular basis with their son's. The cum filled towel next to the computer with a pornographic image on the screen is what we all have to deal with on a routine basis, and although I've become accustomed to it the fact that somehow he's managed to make that giant leap from thinking about exposing himself to me to actually doing it just makes me appreciate him all the more now. But of course he has something that all those other boys don't have and for most women the thought of a huge organ slipping inside of them is just one of the many secrets we have to keep from our husbands and boyfriends. If it's all right for them to leaf through a Victoria Secret's catalogue imaging themselves screwing one of those long legged models then why is it so wrong for us not to fantasize about taking a lover with a really big cock? It's just so sad that we can never dare voice our desires out loud for fear of wounding our partner's delicate male ego even though we have to watch as they so shamefully leer at the young girls in the Mall without a hint of shame. It's just a double standard that probably will never change either, but for me now it's the sight of an incredibly large organ that is the only thing I can focus on, and even though it's attached to my own son I've already reconciled myself to dealing with whatever the emotional consequences maybe at another time. I need this, and for all the therapy and self-help books I've read I doubt any of them will come close to healing me the way having him sliding inside me and bathing my insides with his thick white semen. "What do you want to do tonight," I hear the words coming out of mouth as my body begins to tremble because of the implications of what it is that I really want to happen between us. Without a hint of shame on his part I feel his eyes roaming up and down my body and devouring every millimeter of the gift that I'm offering to him, and as the pounding of my heart seems to be getting louder with each beat it's sensation of the elastic waist band on my leotards being tugged by his fingers that is threatening to make me think this just can't be happening to me. There's definitely a part of me that thinks I should play hard to get, and yet the thought of being treated like one of the girls in the videos he has hidden on his computer is clearly exhausting my will to deny myself from pleasures that I've been denied for almost five years now. It's just been too long to go without the feeling of my vagina being completely stretched, and considering his size and the amount of semen that comes gushing out of him I have feeling he's about to become an addiction that I won't be able to live without for any length of time. "I always knew you had a hot body," is all he replies as he slowly begins to slide his sweat pants down his legs freeing the creature that I hope will ravage me again and again until it thourghly exhausts itself completely. Can any women honestly say that they would be unmoved by what I'm looking at now, and as much as I know there should be some sort of alarms going off inside my head the only sound I'm aware of is that of my heart methodically beating at a rate that I'm sure is being influenced by the thought of sliding myself down the length of my own son's organ. Surely this is a scene that has played itself out countless times throughout history, and whether through fate or just circumstance I'm sure the feelings I'm having now aren't really that far out of the ordinary considering how human nature can allow us rationalize away nearly any behavior. After all, we all crave the touch of another, and I'm quite sure that if I were to re-read The Swiss Family Robinson there no doubt would be subtle clues that the castaway matriarch was tending to the needs of her four teenage sons in a way that no one would ever dare speak about out loud. The truth that no one will ever say is that she would have had to at some point offer herself to them in order to maintain order, and there's nothing so powerful for a young boy as having his penis exploding on a regular basis that will keep family discipline intact. So now it's my turn to deal with an issue no mother will ever admit to having out of fear of being condemned, and as I slowly begin to unpeel my legs one by one from the sheer barrier that's been keeping me technically still clothed in front of him it's the look on his face as he stares at my hairless slit that is just one that I know I will always cherish. It's just so obvious to me now that he's probably done this before with someone else, and the image of the skinny Shafer girl spreading her long thin legs for him instantly pops into my head as I pull my top over my head revealing my tiny breasts to him. I always wondered if they were doing more than just cramming for finals up in his room, and as much as I was tempted to turn the knob on his bedroom door I always wilted out of fear at what I might discover. But that doesn't matter to me now, and the thought that he's a seasoned lover rather than a bumbling novice is just making this all the more tempting for me to allow him to take me as many times as he wants too. For a while now I just thought it was my eyes playing tricks on me as I've watched him masturbating but the truth is he has to be at least eight or nine inches long, and as I gently pull his t-shirt over his head revealing his still boyish chest it strikes me just how much he looks like some of the young boys in the videos he has stashed away on his computer. I can't explain why but for some reason as I've walked the Mall for the past few years I've noticed more and more just how drawn I have become to the teenage boys huddled together in the hallways watching me intently as opposed to the men my own age that I know I should be gravitating towards. But for whatever reason the thought of wrapping my lips around one of those innocent looking boys always seems to fuel my fantasizes night after night as my fingers bring me to ever more unfulfilling orgasms. There's just a part of me that knows a young lover will try to keep ejaculating for as long as he has an erection, and from what some of my friends say about their husbands only being able to last a minute or so I just know that isn't what I need in my life right now. I may not like to admit it to myself but the truth is I want a lover who will take me until he can't get it up anymore, and the fact it looks like it's going to be my own son isn't phasing me in the least. "Small tits and a bald pussy," I hear those forbidden words coming out of his mouth that a son is never supposed to say to his own mother, and yet as I feel my face beginning to flush with embarrassment I know it's just one more thing pushing me way beyond anywhere I've ever been before. As much as I know how wrong it is for him to talk to me that way the reality is its exactly what I want from him right now, and somehow he's already mastered at such a young age the ability to sense what his partner needs are as I take his fingers and slide them against the nearly invisible scar from my C section. The look in his eyes tells me he clearly gets the meaning of the subtle message I just sent him, and the fact that I'll squeeze him just as tight any virgin will is just one more thing going in my favor. I'm sure as much as Amy may have tried to please him she no doubt must have been intimidated by the size of this beautiful organ, but I'm not and obviously he knows it too. It's funny how lovers can get to know all the little nuances of each other's body language in such a short amount of time, and even though we've yet to become one the look on his face tells me just how close he is to ejaculating. How could he not for God sake, and the thought of feeding on him like he use to do to me so long ago almost makes it seem like karma coming full circle. Who would have ever thought that for a woman so sexually starved like I am the idea of suckling from my own son's erect organ is almost the equivalent to when he use to wrap his lips around my nipples for his daily feedings. "And it's a very tight pussy too," I whisper almost sheepishly as my knees seemingly bend themselves on their own as if obeying the orders from his swollen member. For some reason it's the voice of sweet old Mrs. Jenkins that I'm hearing now as I'm about to do the unthinkable, and all the times she's said that I remind her so much of a character in a children's movie almost makes me want to chuckle. If only she could see me now, and even though I was taken aback the first time she likened me to the painfully shy Miss Honey I soon had to accept after watching the doe like actress play her role so masterfully again and again that in so many ways I am just like her. Isn't it funny that whenever we hear our own voice's on a recorder for the first time how startled we are because of the way our own perception of how we think we sound is so different from reality, and when I first watched that poor tortured creature my heart ached because I could see why I was so likened to her. But of course no one would dare suspect just how hot the passion is that burns between my legs, and once I become aroused there's just no satisfying me. "Just like Miss Honey's," I hear Ryan saying as though he's able to read my mind now. Somewhere deep inside the depths of my consciousness I hear the screams pleading with me that it's not too late for me to stop, and as if instinctively knowing what I'm going through now the feeling of a hand on the back of my head gently encouraging me to make that final break with all the moral codes I've ever known is exactly what I need from him right now. We both have to want this if it is truly going to work, and as I open my mouth and allow my tongue to scrape the tiny drops of pre-cum out of the slit on the top of his swollen head I feel a shiver beginning to surge throughout his body. Isn't this what every teenage boy dreams about before they drift off to sleep? And whether it's his mother or sister who steals into his room to pleasure him and give that heavenly release that only comes with a pair of lips riding up and down his erect member. "OH God," I hear him moan as I wrap my hand around him and begin to search for that magical rhythm that will make him fill my cheeks with his salty nectar. A Dream Come True "This Sunday when you look up at me singing in the choir I'm going to be completely naked under the robes thinking about doing this as soon as we get home," I whisper as I feel myself losing any of the inhibitions that will hold me back from enjoying myself now. I can tell he's already on the verge of ejaculating, and as much as this would be the death knell for a night of passion like my friends tell me about their lovemaking with their husbands for me this is just getting the first of at least a few more before the night finally ends for us. Resiliency at his age is just so amazing, and I remember how Jack and I would go for hours sometimes as I methodically drained him again and again with so little ease. I wonder how that poor wretch on the island stranded with a husband and four horny boys managed to divide her time between all of them, and even more shockingly did she let them watch as she turned them into men? It's just too late for me not to become the slut that will do things to this cock that I'm sure he's only seen in videos, and as much as Amy Schafer may have shown her pussy to him I doubt she really knew how to use it to its fullest potential yet. After all she's still only a kid, and it takes plenty of practice to be able to milk these beasts before you can honestly say you truly know what you are doing. "I can't hold it any longer," my ears pick up the words that just make my hand and mouth begin that frantic race to finish off this throbbing piece of flesh and ends its agony in such a way that will fill my mouth entirely with its salty treat. This is exactly what has been missing from my life for so long now, and as I feel his thighs tensing because he's about explode and officially consummate our union I hope he's fully aware of the consequences of what we're both doing together now. I'm his lover for better or worse now, and I won't tolerate an Amy Schafer or any other skinny divas' mouth or pussy doing to him what I'm doing, and if he can't accept that then it's his loss. Of course I'm not exactly thinking straight either, and as I taste the first of the many morsels of semen that I will feast on I just know that my insatiable thirst for him and this rock hard beast will only increase as he takes me more and more. "I need this," I say almost in a whisper as I break myself free and allow my face and hair to be pasted with his thick white cream. It's just how obvious by the look on his face how shocked he is by how I've transformed myself from the shy timid creature he's been so accustomed to seeing all these years into one of the girls in the videos who sometime take on two or more lovers at the same time. My only fear now is that he'll lose all respect for me in the morning once he fully comprehends how insatiable I am, and if I even sense a shred of disrespect from him then this night will be the last pleasure we'll ever have together. But something tells me that won't happen because in so many ways he's just like me, and a mother knows her own child in a way a girlfriend or even a wife never will. "You goanna take care of me," I say so sheepishly just like a child asking a parent with all their vulnerability's being totally exposed. "Of course I will," he replies as tears begin to fill my eyes because I know he's aware of just how defenseless I am now. "Good," is all I say as I let my tongue glide up and down his still rigid member scraping off the last of the sticky treat that I've already become so thoroughly addicted too. * A Dream Come True "Thank you Martins." I said in relief, "You're right of course, I'm leaving tonight. My cottage will explode in the early hours of the morning and, with luck, everyone will think I'm dead." "I'll 'elp the idea along." he grinned, "Mayhap if your in this neck of the woods yur'll pay a visit, your an' the lady." "It would be a pleasure." I said shaking his hand. "Aar, well," he said returning to his gruffness, "I'll be off then, no point worryin' the lady. Luck to your Mr. Carter." "And to you." I said as he walked away into the night. An hour later Ashari's craft hummed to a landing, the outer hatch opened and a ramp came down to touch the ground. With a case in each hand I ran across the field, I could see her standing in the entrance smiling at me as I ran up the ramp. Dropping my cases in the airlock I swept her off her feet and kissed her. "We must hurry," she said breathlessly when I released her a few minutes later, "your people tracked me on the way down." "How could they do that," I asked picking up my cases and following her into the craft, "your nullifiers should make you invisible to our current technology." Ashari blushed as the outer and inner doors sighed shut; in my mind I felt a growing embarrassment coming from her. "I forgot to turn them on." she admitted as we entered the central cabin. "Ashari I love you, you're so human." I laughed. "I'm what you would call a scatterbrain at the moment," she sighed as we sat ourselves in the chairs in front of the control panel, "I promise I'm not always like this." On the screens I could see the ground receding, glancing at the board I smiled, reached out and flipped a switch. "I'm really not." Ashari laughed as I switched on the nullifiers. In the distance I could see three small dots swiftly growing larger, at the same time a voice came from the translator demanding that we land and identify ourselves, Ashari increased our speed and we shot up and away from the military planes. The sky quickly changed from blue to black as we left the atmosphere, our course would take us clear of the solar system in a few hours where it would then be safe to us the Jump Drive to scoot to Ashari's home star system. "Have you ever made love in zero gravity?" Asheri asked removing her robe. "Of course I haven't." I laughed, "The idea sounds fascinating." She switched off the artificial gravity field and drifted across to me, her hair flowing in her wake, smiling I held out my arms to catch her and prepared myself to have my dreams come true. A Dream Come True You have taken me as your slave. Finally we are together bound to each other through a love that is stronger then ever I have learned well and am to finally take my place beside you as you proudly look down at me a mixture of love and pride shinning in your eyes. I think back to the years before a mixture of hurt. Pride. Love. Anger all together I first meant you when I was 30 I was already going through a hard time in my life and didn't know if I could take anymore and into my life you come I feel as if we are to be together. But the power that draws me is not what I want in life I fight you and everything you are. I sense a true sprit in you I can't pull away You control me. My thoughts. Feelings. You watch me waiting in patience for me to realize you are my Master and no other You quietly protect me from everyone while guiding me toward your path. You know we so well you see what this is doing to me} My strength is fighting you and me and hurting me as time goes by I know I belong to you a man I don't trust who has hurt me in more ways then I can handle. Letting me go was the bravest thing you could do. You knew that to own me I had to accept the part of me that is warring inside. I moved away started my life over never forgetting you as being drawn to you my other half. I only discover recently that you were always in my life quietly standing back waiting for my true self to emerge. To me you coming back was a gift that I was ready for I needed you to be complete a whole. Below is the story of the coming together. I was working and I looked up and you were there in front of me standing beside my boss he asked me if I have had a chance to meet the newest Mgr in the office " Mark I said what are you doing in Arizona? Staring into my eyes I swear I heard you say waiting little one it's time " instead you said I moved her a few days ago I was offered this chance how have you been. My boss looks between us and says you to know one another. That's good then you know Liz She is hard to control. But the best at what she does so we give her a little leaveway. As he walks away Mark takes my hand it feels so natural for him to hold my hand. Looking into my eyes I feel safe for the first time in a long time. What brings you hear Mark along way from Fla. I needed a change and decide the time is right to move here. You look great. And it is true I have lost over a 100 pounds now my body was curvy with my 44dd breasts small waist long legs displayed in short skirts. Long curly brown hair that reaches to my waist. My eyes were always his favorite a brandy colored brown. Contacts now. Full lips painted a smoky red your eyes following the tip of my tongue as it traces them. Where are you living I ask. Haven't found a place yet still looking with out thinking I offer you my place you accept for now. A month later you are still there with me and I'm happy it's still at the light stage We are enjoying each other learning about each other learning trust and respect for each other a month after we start dating we go out to dinner and you tell me you have a present for me If I accept it I will belong to you to do what you want you will own me and you place your collar a red one in my hands. The past month little one you have grown in so many ways you are learning to please me. It is time you learn what I'm all about I'm a Dom I have been in the lifestyle for 10 years I have watched you become aware of your submission and what it means I have been guiding you for the past month towards your future if you wear this I will be your Dom and start your training you are aware of what your training is to be of you have been reading up and talking to others learning that makes me proud. Glazing into your eyes I place the collar in your hands and bow my head for you to place your collar on me as you place in on me you tell me this is the first step I have to go. That night as you take me home my training begins you tell me I will learn about pleasure and pain at times what I do to you will cause you pain always trust me to lead you to a greater height then you have been before. You belong to me now this is no longer your body it is mine to do with as I please as you say that you reach up to my nipples and pinch them making them stand up as never before sending a thrill all the way down to our cunt making me wetter then ever as your mouth descends down to mine nibbling on my lips forcing my mouth open your tongue enters my mouth forcing it way down my throat your other hand comes up to circle my neck gently tilting my head up holding at the angle you want your hand moves sown your fingers gently rubbing my slit you like that don't you slut you like me playing with your cunt. I try to shake my head no and you look down at me your face becomes hard as you say "Don't ever lie to me!" Starting into my eyes you ask again you like me playing with your pussy don't you slut I nod gently tears coming out of my eyes say it you demand say what I am doing to you. I like you playing with my cunt. "What am I you demand say what am I to you?" I gaze into your eyes and say, "Sir you are my Sir you are everything I am I belong to you." "What do I own?" you ask. "Me," I answer. "me," I whisper quietly. You gently tilt my head up and tell me that unless I tell you to you never look me in the eyes you are not my equal I own the body. Soul. And heart you will do what I command you to do I will never hurt you I will always guide you will have a safety word for now eventually you will not need them then you will truly belong to me. I want you to think of a word you will always remember. But will come to mind if should ever need it. But keep in mind that all actively will stop and I will leave. Trust me to take you to your limits to know when you have had enough. I think to myself. I can not come up with a word gently you ask me what my favorite flowers are "Roses" I reply and what color red I said there you go red roses is your word. Gently you take my hand and lead me into the bedroom Strip you order as I look at you I feel a sense of happiness come over me. Removing my dress slowly teasing you I gently lay it on a chair you sit there just looking at me turn around you order remove your bra you demand as I reach around and remove my bra reach down and touch your toes present your ass to me for inspection as I do I feel your hands gently touch my ass separating my checks you look at my brown hole gently pushing your finger inside me as I finch from the pain you tell me to hold still and not to move till you tell me to I still smack your hand connects with my ass you tell me this is my punishment for disobeying you by moving smack I will receive 5 slaps as my ass is becoming red from your spanking you reach down and rub your hand along my cunt feeling the wetness there you like this don't you slut? Say it you demand Yes Sir I love your hand on me please Sir I need you } smack count as I spank you out loud and say thank-you Sir after each on or I start over Now!! Smack each one is harder and my ass is burning with each even though he is careful not to hit the same spot twice he waits till I count out and again I am quiet forgetting to count and say thank-you ouch I yell again his hand connects with my ass whispering into my ear he asks me if I want him to stop I know how to... No Sir no I want you. Then say the words I asked you to little one. I will never repeat an order again you must remember then and listen to me carefully at all times that is your first lesson remember it well pet for I do not want to hurt you only teach you to be a better person } I chose you along time ago pet you belong to me and only to me your thought. Feeling. Body. Soul they all belong to me my toy to use as I want. But do not worry pet you are the most valuable thing I own. Now shall we start again Smack one I shout thank-u Sir Smack two thank-you Sir by the time he got to 5 my ass felt like it was on fire his hand going between my lips to feel how wet I am I'm so embarrassed at how wet I am gently lifting me into your lap you cuddle me against you gently rubbing my hair you muzzle my hair rubbing my breasts slowly you ask if I'm ready for the pleasure now. Lifting my head I remember what you said about looking you in the eyes and nod my head and whisper please Sir gently you smile at me and began a life of pain and pleasure always taking me to new heights knowing that my love is safe with you I have grown to new heights knowing there is more to come I can't wait. A Dream Come True We lay intertwined with each other, totally spent, and incredibly satiated. What an incredible night of pure raw sex. I guess I should give you some background information so that you'll understand the previous statement. I'm a 47 year old man, pretty much your average guy, 6'1" 195 lbs. Nothing special, but not too bad, either. My wife, however, is a knockout. I know, everybody's wife is one, but this one is really true. She's forty years young, 5'6" 123 Lbs. She has blond hair, blue eyes, an awesome butt, beautiful legs, and a nice pair of 34c's. On top of that, her face is extremely easy on the eyes. She's a very pretty woman, but she's sexier than she is pretty. An ongoing fantasy of mine has always been to take her to a nightclub in a town somewhere away from home, where we wouldn't be known, and have her go in ahead of me and flirt and tease whomever she found interesting. I've told her about this fantasy many times over the years, but had pretty much given up hope on it ever coming to be. That all changed last night. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want her having an affair, but the fantasy of her picking up a guy in a bar and fucking him silly while I watched just turns me on. She is very good in bed, but not even a little bit adventurous. We went away to the beach for the weekend, and as usual, I tried talking her into living out my fantasy. This time was to be different. She agreed to go and play, but nothing further than teasing. I was thrilled, and told her to just take it as far as she felt comfortable with. She dressed in an extremely short and tight black plaid skirt and a black lace top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Four inch heels accented the short skirt, and there was nothing else under it. What an amazing turn on. The black skirt and top emphasized her dark tan and made her even sexier. We drove up to a nightclub that is on the beach, and she got out first and went in. I hung out for about ten minutes to give her time to get a drink and acclimate herself to the night. I went inside and started easing around trying to spot her and not appear too conspicuous. It took me several minutes to find her and, no surprise, there were 2 guys talking to her and plying her with drinks. I just eased back into the shadows and watched to see what would happen. She danced some with each of them, but I could tell that they weren't doing it for her. I had just about decided to come and rescue her when the right one moved in. He was young, maybe 25, muscular, tan and hot!! If I were a woman, he'd have done it for me. They talked for a few minutes and then danced. The first couple of songs were fast ones, but then came on a slow one. I waited to see how this went. I wasn't disappointed. They started off pretty much normal, but very soon were grinding their pelvises together. He was running his hands over that awesome butt, and I could tell she was loving it. Much to my dismay, the song came to an end entirely too quickly. Boy, was I turned on. They took a breather, and had a drink. (probably a gin and tonic if I know her) Soon the music was going again, and so were they. This time I could tell they were getting into it considerably heavier. His hands slid down her ass, and up under her short little skirt. What a pleasant surprise he got when he found that she had no panties on. If he only knew that I had shaved her pussy completely smooth that morning. (I love it that way) The dance ended and she headed for the ladies room. I moved that way to see how she was enjoying here evening to this point. Not only was she enjoying it, she was hot as a firecracker. All inhibitions were off, and she wanted to go all the way. I told her to give me a 15 minute head start and then get Mister Stud Muffin to bring her to the condo. I hustled to the condo and set up the video camera in the closet with the door cracked open. The lights were on low in the room, and off in the closet so that he wouldn't know I was there. I had a perfect view of the bed, and was ready to go with no time to spare. They came in the room and wasted no time getting down to business. I got the impression that they had been doing some pretty heavy petting on the way over. He peeled her top off and unzipped her skirt. As he slid it down over that gorgeous ass, he stopped and stared in awe. So many times you see a person in clothes, and have a mental picture of what they look like naked. Then you see them naked and are disappointed. I could tell by the look on his face that there was no disappointment here. He started kissing her at her toes, and slowly worked his way up her legs. When he got to that beautiful shaved pussy, he went to work in earnest, and she started moaning and pumping her hips. It wasn't but a couple of minutes before she came in a bucking thrashing climax. Now it was his turn. She peeled off his clothes and out sprang his rock hard 8" cock. She began kissing and sucking it, and he slowly started fucking her face. I could tell he was coming close by the look on his face. For that matter, so was I. I didn't even realize how, but I had my dick in my hand and was furiously stroking it. I knew she wasn't going to let him cum in her mouth, and I was right. He lay her back on the bed and spread her legs preparing to enter her. Being prudent, we had stopped on the way to the nightclub and purchased condoms. She stopped him long enough to roll one down his cock, and then he slid it in her. Her moan when that big cock went in her was a thing of beauty. he began stroking in deeply, and she came again even more intensely than before. I could see by the tensing of his back muscles that he couldn't hold off much longer. Maybe 2 minutes later, he arched his back and began pulsing his sperm deep into her hot wet pussy. She responded by cumming again for him. After a few minutes of rest and petting, he was ready again. (I hate a young guy) They went at it again for long enough for my 2 hour tape to run out. After she had cum numerous more times, he rewarded her with another load of his cum and was worn out. After they cleaned up, she kissed him goodnight and sent him on his way and I got to come out of the closet. (literally) I figured that she was too tired for me to talk her into anything that night, but I was wrong. She was so turned on by knowing that I had watched and taped the whole thing, that she proceeded to fuck me silly. We had a night of it and watched the sun come up together. That brings me to the opening of this story. The next fantasy is hers, and I'll do whatever she dreams up. I can't wait to see what she comes up with. A Dream Come True It is Friday morning when you wake up with the sun shining through your bedroom window. You sit up in bed, stretching with a yawn and a giant smile on your face. You had the most wonderful dream about meeting the man you're going to meet today, and you can't wait to get your day started. Jumping out of bed, you put your slippers on and walk into the kitchen and start a pot of coffee. While it's brewing, you head into the bathroom and take a shower and get dressed in a tight pair of jeans and a nice blouse, leaving the top 3 buttons undone. You check yourself in the mirror, making sure that you're showing a lot of cleavage. Satisfied that you are, you fasten those buttons, deciding to yourself that no one but Andy, the man in your dreams will see your charms. Grabbing your bag and purse, you walk back into the kitchen and poor yourself a cup of coffee and sit down to enjoy it. The phone rings and you pick it up, saying, "Hello?" As you hear the voice at the other end, that voice that has turned you on so many times just by saying hi, that voice that has turned you on so many times by singing to you, that voice that has so many times brought you so close to orgasming without even touching yourself, you smile even more widely than when you awoke. "Good morning darling, how are you," Andy says. "I'm doing great honey, how are you?" "I'm wonderful baby. Are you all set to go and enjoying your cup of coffee?" You smile to yourself, knowing that he would ask just that. As usual, he knew what you were doing without having to ask. It's not the first time he's done that to you, and you're sure it definitely won't be the last. "Yes sweetie, I am. I can't wait to finish it and grab a cup to go then hit the road," you tell your man. Yes, even though you have yet to meet, you have come to think of Andy as your man, and you his woman. He has captured your heart mind, and soul, leaving your body as the last thing for him to claim. Just the thought of experiencing his gentle touch for the very first time, the feel of his lips on yours, his tongue slowly dancing with yours gets you excited and makes your panties moist with your juices. "That's good my love. I can't wait for you to get here, but we both have to be patient. Did you remember to let the desk person at the hotel know to let me have a key to the room?" With a twinkle in your eyes you respond, "Yes I did lover. Your key is ready for you to pick it up whenever you're ready." Andy says, "That's very good darling. As soon as you finish your cup of coffee and we hang up, I'm going to go there and get all the preparations ready for your arrival." You wiggle around in your seat, antsy to get going and get there. You know that he has a surprise for you, and you can't wait to see what it is. You hurry up and swig down your coffee, almost choking, making you both laugh as you say your goodbyes. You get your coffee to go, grab your bag and purse and head out the door, literally running to your car. Throwing everything in, you enter the car, start it, and rush off. It's a gorgeous day, nice and warm. You roll the windows down and crank the music, bebopping along. Reaching the midway point in your journey, you make a pit stop, having to relieve yourself from the 2 big cups of coffee that you had. You don't take long at all and before long are back on the road. Before you know it, you see the first exit sign for Madisonville. You know you have one more exit to go, so you pick up your cell phone and call Andy. When he picks up, you let him know that you're one exit away and will be there in a few minutes. You reach your exit, turn left, then right, heading into the Holiday Inn parking lot. You see Andy's car and park next to it. You both exit your cars at the same time, look at each other for a brief moment, then walk toward each other. Meeting behind his car, you fall into each other's arms, holding each other very closely and tightly. After a few minutes, Andy pulls back slightly, looking very deeply into your beautiful eyes. He then lowers his face to yours, touches his lips to yours and gives you a long, soft kiss. Even though it's not a deep kiss with tongues, it is very tender and full of passion, making you melt in his arms. After what seems like hours, but is only a few minutes, you both part. Andy grabs your bag and hands you your purse. Taking your hand in his, he leads you to your room. The room that will have so much meaning to the both of you. He lets you in front of him, reaches around you and unlocks the door and pushes it open slightly. Before you can enter, he covers your eyes with his hands and gently nudges you through the door with his body. Just that brief contact sent an electric jolt throughout you as you felt his hardness against your ass, letting you know how much you excite him. After you're both in the room, he pushes the door closed with his foot, then finally uncovers your eyes. Your eyes grow moist with tears as you look around the room and see what preparations he has done for you. The first thing you see is the dresser with his portable stereo sitting on it with a small stack of CD's next to it. Then you see the bed, the covers turned down with a single red rose resting in the middle of the pillows. On the night stand rests a bucket of ice with a bottle of wine chilling in it, 2 wine glasses on either side. Everything you take in has a surreal look to it, caused by the flickering light of the many candles lit around the room. You turn to Andy with tears in your eyes, wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down and giving him another soft kiss on the lips. "Oh Andy, you're so good to me," you tell him. With a smile on his face he says, "That's not everything darling. Go check out the bathroom." Doing as he said, you walk to the bathroom and open the door. The room is dark except for a few candles shining brightly. You see what you are meant to. There is a hot tub already filled. What gets to you is that floating on the surface of the water are the petals of the remaining roses from the dozen that he got for you. Your heart swells at the thought of this big teddy bear, and you can't believe how romantic he is. Turning back around, you walk to him, wrap your arms around him again and rest your head on his chest, hearing his heart beating strongly. Andy runs his hands up his arms to your shoulders and neck, caressing you gently, reaching your hair and running his fingers through it. You moan quietly as you feel his fingertips lightly rubbing your scalp. Sighing contentedly, Andy asks, "Are you ready to go baby?" Raising your head from his chest and looking deep into his eyes, you ask him to let you change clothes first, then you will be ready. You pick up your bag and walk back into the bathroom, turning on the light and closing the door. You take the clothes that you brought for this night out of the bag and set them down. Taking your clothes off quickly, you then remove your bra and panties, a mischievious smile lighting up your face. You pick up the clothing and put it on quickly, taking only a few minutes. You freshen up your make-up, touch up your hair then study yourself in the mirror. As you survey yourself, you like what you see and know that Andy will too. You're wearing a white minidress, the bottom stopping at slightly above mid-thigh, almost showing the tops of your sheer stockings. The top is scoop necked, showing off a lot of cleavage. You look at the front of your dress, noticing how prominently your nipples are poking through the material, making it very obvious that you aren't wearing a bra. You come out of the bathroom and stand before your man. As he takes in the sight of you, his jaw drops. His eyes move up and down your body, from your face to your feet several times. Swallowing hard he says, "Oh my God darling, you are so gorgeous." You smile from ear to ear at the compliment and walk into his outstretched arms, resting your head on his shoulder, facing toward him. As you breathe in, you detect the scent of the cologne that he put on while you were readying yourself. The smell is intoxicating and makes your head spin. You breathe in very deeply, moving your head forward and kissing the side of his neck just under his ear, making him shudder. "Better not do that again baby, or we'll never leave here today." You playfully pout at him, then laugh. You take his hand in his and tell him you're ready to go. Ever being the gentleman that he is, Andy opens the door for you, letting you out first, then secures it. he walks around to the passenger side of his car and opens that door for you. You sit down sideways, slowly lifting your legs into the car, making your dress ride up your thighs, exposing the tops of your stockings. He takes in the sight and gulps, not believing that his dreams finally have started to come true. Andy then gets in, starts the car and drives off, taking you out of town, north on the parkway. You ask him where he's taking you and he just looks at you and smiles, giving you a wink. As he gets up to speed, he sets the cruise control then reaches over and takes your hand in his, gently squeezing it and rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. Even though there is a center console between you, you scoot over as close to him as you can and settle your head down on his shoulder, sighing very deeply. About an hour later, you arrive at your destination. Andy pulls into the parking lot of a nondescript looking building. Getting out, he walks around to your side of the car and opens the door for you. You turn sideways, letting one leg out as you do. This causes the dress to ride up your thighs even more, giving him a very good view, but not letting him see that you're not wearing any panties. Walking to the door, Andy opens it for you and lets you in first. It's quite dark inside and takes a minute for your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. You see before you an elegant dining room, every table empty and unset except for one. In the farthest part of the room, you can see one table set with a table cloth, flatware and water glasses. You then see Andy nod toward your waitress as she walks to the table and lights the 2 candles resting in the center. You are amazed at the sight before you, knowing that he had to go to great expense, or pull some strings to set this up. Andy leads you to the table, pulls your chair out for you, then slides it under you as you sit down. He then sits down across from you and stares into your eyes. "This is all for you my darling. I hope you like it," he says. You say, "Oh honey, I can't believe you did all this for me. Just to think, we've only started!" You look very deeply into his eyes and reach across the table, taking his hand in your and just holding it. Andy suggests that you look at the menu and decide what you would like to eat. You bite your tongue and start reading the menu, keeping yourself from telling him that the only thing you want to eat isn't on the menu, and it's him. After a few minutes, you decide what you want to eat. The waitress comes back and takes your orders, Andy ordering a small bottle of champagne. A minute later a waiter comes to the table with the chilled bottle of bubbly and 2 champagne glasses. He pops the cork and poors the crystal clear liquid into the glasses. He then sets the bottle into the champagne bucket and walks away, telling you personally to enjoy the evening. You and Andy look into each other's smiling faces, lift the glasses of bubbly, and clink them together. You then say, "To us, and a memorable weekend." You each sip from your glasses and set them down. Neither of you say a word, just looking into each other's eyes, letting your gazes do all the talking. The food arrives to your table a very short time later. You dig into your plate with gusto, knowing that you'll need energy for later on in the night. You have decided that you will make Andy's dreams come true. You are going to be his first woman ever, and you want it to be just right. An hour later, your plates are empty and the champagne is consumed. Wasting no time, you both rise and taking each other's hand exit the restaurant and get into the car. Andy drives off and a few minutes later pulls into the parking lot of a night club. You get extremely excited at the thought of feeling his arms around you, your bodies pressed closely together as you slow dance to the music. You aren't there long at all, the first 4 songs being slow songs and the 2 of you never letting go of each other. As you're dancing, you feel his arousal pressing against you, making you smile. You press yourself even closer to him, feeling his erection digging into you, exciting your further. You press your breasts into is chest, your nipples poking into him. After the 4th song finishes playing you say to Andy, "Let's go back to our room baby. I want to be alone with you NOW!" He smiles and rushes you out of the night club, into his car, and speeds off down the road, heading back home. In less time than it took to get to your date, you arrive back to the hotel. Entering the room, you turn around and wait for Andy to close and lock the door. He then turns to you and walks to you, taking you in his arms, holding you as close as you held each other while dancing. Looking down into your eyes he asks you, "May I kiss you honey?" In answer, you simply nod your head, tilting your face up to him. Andy lowers his face to yours and gives you a soft kiss on the lips, letting it grow deeper as your hands beging to wander over his shoulders and back. He opens his mouth and his tongue very slowly parts your lips, entering your mouth. You moan deeply as your tongue meets his in an erotic, soul searing slow dance. You have wanted to kiss him like this from the moment you arrived to town and saw him in person, and you can't believe how patient he was all night, knowing that he wanted that just as much as you. Deepening the kiss, Andy's hands roam freely over your body, touching you every where that he can, starting at your neck and shoulders, then moving down your back to your ass, taking a cheek in each hand and massaging it, pulling you against him. You gasp into his mouth, loving what his hands are doing to you, loving the feel of his hardon pressing against your crotch forcefully. Your hands move around to his chest, caressing and squeezing it, feeling his nipples harden through his shirt, as hard as yours are pressing through your dress. You break the kiss and tilt your head to the side, baring your neck to his lips as he kisses it up and down, sending shivers throughout your body. His hands move up from your ass, all the way up your back to your shoulders, slipping the straps of your dress over them as he nibbles on your neck, leaving little marks all over it. You quiver with anticipation as the straps slide down your arms, over your hands then drop past your fingertips, the rest of the dress following, landing on the floor. Andy steps back and takes in the marvelous sight of your body, totally naked before him. Telling you how gorgeous you are, he unbuttons his shirt and takes it off, the moves to unfasten his pants, but you stop him. "Let me do that," you tell him. Andy smiles and lets his hands drop to the side as your hands slowly unfasten and unzip his pants. You push down on the waistband and they drop to the floor. He steps out of them, standing before you completely naked. Your eyes travel up and down his body, taking in every inch of him. You know that Andy is ashamed of his body because he's overweight, but you can't see how he could be. To you he is the sexiest man you've ever seen. The hair on his chest turns you on, and the sight of his erect cock makes your pussy juice. You tell him what you see, that you think he's the sexiest thing alive and it makes him blush. You find that adorable and feel your heart flutter. You walk past Andy and lay down on the bed, taking the rose and taking a deep sniff of it. You look into his handsome face and say, "Come to me my love, take me." Andy slowly walks to the bed settles down next to you and kisses you passionately. His hand wanders down your body, reaching your breasts. He rubs them, massages them, feeling the nipples harden even more. He teases each nipple, flicking it with his fingertip, making you arch up against his gentle touch. As he deepens the kiss, his hand travels further down your body, not stopping til it reaches your treasure. He has now reached totally new territory for him. You patiently take his hand and place it directly on your pussy, take one of his fingers and guide it to your clit, showing him the way you love to have it touched. He's a fast learner and rubs your clit just right, making you arch your hips up against his hand. You're panting now, breathing harder and harder as his manipulation of your clit drives you crazy. You can't believe what his touch is doing to you. You've never experience this before. Your lover's finger then leaves your clit, prolonging the torture, not letting your orgasm yet. He slowly slips his fingertip down between your lips, reaching the entrance of your pussy. Instinct has now taken over for him and he slowly inserts his finger deep inside you, making you gasp at the penetration. Inserting a 2nd finger, Andy begins thrusting them in and out, in and out ever so slowly, feeling how wet he has made you. You start moaning as you can feel your orgasm approaching quickly. He continues to slowly move his fingers in and out, not hurrying. He then starts rubbing your clit with his thumb and this takes you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes through your body, sending wave after wave from your head to your toes. Andy doesn't stop fingering you as he feels your pussy flood with your cum, he just keeps on and keeps on. Just as you think your orgasm is done, another one hits you, making you tense up all over and crying out. Finally after the 3rd orgasm, he removes his fingers and looks deeply into your eyes. He then asks you, "Did you like that baby?" Your reply, "Oh my God baby, I LOVED that!!! That was so incredible! NO man has ever done that to me." Andy blushes very deeply, then moves between your spread thighs. You know what is coming next and ask him to make love to you. Make you his. Bracing himself above you, he slowly pushes down, the head of his cock spreading your lips and entering your pussy. He gasps at the feel and stops for a moment, just enjoying the sensation. You look up lovingly into his face as he slowly pushes into you, filling you up with every inch. He doesn't have a large cock, but it feels so good inside you. You have seen pics of it before now and just the sight of it made you soak your panties every time. Now as you feel him inside you at long last, your pussy is flooding with your juices, a mini orgasm ripping through you. The man of your dreams then starts to thrust in and out, in and out of your very wet pussy, moving so slow, both of you enjoying the union you have both wanted since you started talking. The sensations that overcome the both of you are incredible, and neither of you can hold back any longer, as your orgasm at the same time. You feel his cock pulse inside you as he cums, load after load hitting you like a bullet, making your orgasm that much more intense. Your orgasms finally settle down and Andy's cock softens, slipping out of your pussy. He then lays next to you, wrapping his arms around you as you lay your head on his shoulder, resting your hand on his chest, your fingers running through the curls there. You think to yourself that he has not claimed your heart, mind, soul, and body. You think to yourself that he is the most incredible lover you have ever had, and you will never let go of him. You slowly drift off to sleep. As darkness overcomes you, you hear Andy say, "I love you baby." A smile forms on your face as you succumb to sleep. A Dream Come True I had left home when I was 18. I got a good job when I left school and was to able to afford my own place. Life at home wasn't so hot, my father was an alcoholic and my mother turned a blind eye to all his faults. I couldn't wait to leave, and lived happily in my own place for 5 years. My only regret was leaving my little sister, Belle, behind. Belle and I had always been close. I hated leaving her in that house with my parents but she always seemed to be round at mine. I didn't mind, as far as little sisters go she was pretty cool, and lately I had also started to notice how attractive she was. She had turned 18 a couple of days ago. I had taken her out for dinner and we had a wonderful time. I am a good looking bloke but never seemed to have much luck with the ladies. Taking my sister out was the best date in my life. Belle decided to stay over that night. She said she couldn't face going home, it would spoil her birthday. I didn't mind one little bit. I had an extra special surprise planned for her later that night. I was sitting on the floor watching a video as Belle got ready for bed in the bathroom. She sauntered through in a black silky nightgown, her blonde hair cascading down her back and sat down beside me. I could hardly take my eyes off her. I could see the outline of her nipples through the silk. 'Cold?' I asked, my eyes fixated on her chest. Belle noticed my gaze and started to blush. She tried to cover her chest with her arms. 'Matt, don't look at me like that.' I reached over to her and ran my fingers through her hair. 'You are such a tease,' I told her as I kissed her on the cheek. I could feel her tense up. She stood up and said that she really should be going to bed. I grabbed her arm, slightly more forcefully than I intended and pulled her back down to the ground. 'You're not going anywhere little girl.' Belle tried to fight against my grip but it was no good, I was bigger and stronger than she was and she was in no position to argue with me. I wrestled her to the ground, pressing my lips against hers as I did. As she struggled underneath me I could feel my arousal growing. She must have felt it too, the look of fear growing on her face. I couldn't believe I was going to do what I was about to do, but it was too late to stop now. I slapped her sharply across the face. 'Do exactly what I tell you Belle, and I won't have to hurt you. You might even enjoy yourself.' I raised my hand again, threatingly. She nodded in agreement, tears starting to fall down her cheeks. 'Good girl,' I said. I stood above her and started to undress. Her eyes grew wide as she saw my big hard cock. I sat astride her and positioned it by her lips. 'I want you to suck me off bitch. It's time you stared paying for all the times you've stayed here for free.' 'Please,' she begged, 'I've never had a cock in my mouth before, and yours is so big. I don't think I can take it.' I just smiled and rammed it into her mouth. I was so aroused I almost came there and then. 'Suck it bitch,' I ordered. My cock was getting harder and harder in her hot, wet mouth and soon I was roughly fucking her face. I could feel Belle gagging as the full length of my 9inch cock went down her throat. I couldn't believe I was getting so turned on fucking my own sister. 'You're such a little slut,' I told her working myself up to cum all over her face. 'Imagine sucking your on brothers cock you filthy little cunt.' I couldn't control myself any longer. I exploded my juices into her virgin mouth. 'Drink it all bitch,' I panted. I felt exhausted after using my sister, but I wasn't ready to stop yet. I reached down her body and removed her panties. To my surprise they were soaking wet. 'You really are a dirty little bitch aren't you,' I said as I shoved them into her mouth. I pulled of her nightgown and started exploring her body. She was absolutely perfect. I sucked and gently bit her small hard nipples. Her body was betraying her, she was definitely getting turned on. I ran my tongue from her breasts all the way down to her sopping cunt. I roughly pushed two fingers inside her. She was so wet they went I easily. I could feel how tense Belle's body had gotten, and as I started to rub her clit I was sure she was going to cum. I removed the gag from her mouth and kissed her full on the mouth. I could taste my own cum, and this time she kissed me back. I looked at her for a moment. 'Do you have something to say to me slut?' 'I want you to fuck me,' she screamed, 'I'm so horny, I want you to make me yours.' I didn't need to hear any more. My cock had grown hard again and I was ready to give her the fucking of her life. I bent her over the sofa and rammed my cock hard and deep into her cunt. She screamed in pleasure and pain as I started pumping her. I started to slap her ass as I fucked her. 'Do you like that my little cum slut, do you like having your brother fuck your tight pussy?' Belle was in such ecstasy that she couldn't respond. I felt her muscles contract around my cock as she came. This was too much for me, I felt like she was milking my cock. I spurted my second load of cum into my sisters cunt. I gave her one last playful slap on the ass and withdrew from her. She was bent over the sofa, my cum dripping down her leg. As I walked to the bathroom I turned around. 'You'd better get your stuff from home,' I said smiling, 'You'll be staying with me now.' A Dream Come True Our friend told this story to Terry and me. Becky gave me the ok to write about her new love. She asked me to use my pen name and not her new husbands so don't get confused by that. Again no excuses for the spelling I just do it for fun and as another way for the ladies I know to expose them selves! I stretched out in my bed enjoying the cool morning breeze as it blew in the open window and across my nude body. "Hmmm a Saturday all alone. Maybe I can get some sun!" I thought as I lifted one long leg in the air looking at it. I pointed my toes at the ceiling. "I know I heard Sam's truck when he left for his boat. Yes I'm all alone! I love it!" My nipples were hard from the cool air as I stood up and looked at my self in the full-length mirror. "Not to bad if I do say so my self." I smiled as I turned my twenty five-year-old body this way and that lifting my full firm breast. "Yep girl you still look ok!" I pinched my nipples smiling at my self as I slipped on my housecoat. It was something I loved to wear but didn't get a chance to very often with Sam always under foot. It was a wickedly sexy off white cotton gauze material that can be totally seen through. It was not very long with the hem stopping just above the bottom of my butt cheeks. I never bothered to tie it shut when I wore it because I loved the way it felt when it moved on my skin and brushed across my nipples. I guess truth be known that was why I did wear it, because of the feel. I went to the kitchen enjoying the cool tile on my bare feet as I poured my self-some coffee. "He is so sweet to make me some more after he filled his thermos." I picked up the note he left for me. "Beck, I will be home about 5:00 PM. Hope you have a nice day. Sam" I took my coffee to the patio and taking a sip I sat down at the little table. I'm six feet tall in my bare feet and have long, long legs that I have been told on more than one occasion are very nice to look at. I bent over rubbing sunscreen into them enjoying how it felt as my nipple touched my thigh. I creamed up both legs opening them wide enough to feel the sun on my clit as it stuck its little head out from between my cleanly shaved nether lips. I let my hand run up over my flat tummy playing with the little ring I wore in my belly button. I slipped my hand up over my breast's enjoying the feel of them as I gently pulled on each rubbery nipple making them nice and hard. I then lifted each one of them as I applied sunscreen under them. I enjoyed the feel of there weight in my hand as I lifted them each in turn noting that they were still nice and firm. It came from wearing good bra and with them being 36c it took a strong one to keep them in place. I picked up my sunglasses put them on then pulled my shoulder length blond hair back into a clip to keep it out of my face. I took a sip of coffee and was just about to lay back when I caught some movement from Sam's room! I didn't turn my head to look but looked from the corner of my eye. "I know I heard the motor of his old truck!" his curtain was closed. "There! It moved just a little! What the fuck!" at first I was furious! I started to try to cover my self. "Well that's stupid he has seen me now. Beside it might be fun to play with him." And I opened my legs just a little wider. I closed my eyes thinking back to when she had left him. My older sister I mean. Our folks had died while I was at school so when I came home Sam and Sara had let me move in with them. I had been home for about six month's when Sara came to me. "I'm leaving the drunken ass hole. You can stay or go I don't care." She gave me a funny look. "Sara I know you two fight but." She interrupted me. "But nothing I don't love him and I am out of here!" "Well I'm staying! He has been nothing but good to me and I am not going to walk out on him even if you do!" She went to their room picked up her all ready packed bags and walked out not saying another word. That was two years ago and we have not seen her sense. I looked to his window. "Yes the curtain moved just a little! I am sure I saw it now! He is looking at me!" Suddenly I felt my self moisten at the thought of him seeing me like that! Sam had came home the night she left and I gave him the note she had given me for him. He sat on the couch to read it and I went into the kitchen to let him be alone. It was so quiet I could hear the clock ticking in the other room and I must have sat there for a half-hour when he walked in. His eyes were red as he leaned back onto the counter and I knew he had been crying. He took a cold beer out of the fridge and drank it with out saying a word. Then he took out another and looked at it. He didn't open it but instead sat it in the kitchen window above the sink. "How about you? You leaving me to Beck?" "Not unless you want me out to. You took me in and have been very good to me Sam. I would like to stay. I have a good job and can pay my own way. I mean we could be room mates." He came over to me and pulled me to my feet wrapping his big arms around me. I felt small as he stood above me. He bent down and sobbed into my shoulder as he held me. His big six foot six body shaking in my arms as he cried. We held each other for a long time until he calmed down. He pushed me away looking at me and then pulled me back close kissing me softly on the forehead. "Sorry Beck. I umm, I just. Look can you take off from work to morrow. I want to get all of her shit out of here. The only thing I want left that even remotely reminds me of anything about her is you and you are welcome here as long as you want to be here!" That beer is still full and in the window and as far as I know he has not had another one in all this time! I was brought back to reality by the sound of his truck. It was not in the drive way though. "What I had herd was him coming home not going out and now he must have let it role out of the driveway trying to be quiet so I wouldn't know he was looking at me" I got up and went to his room. Sure enough I could plainly see where I had been setting and "Shit he had been looking at me with his binoculars!" I picked them up and looked through them over to the chair I had been in, "My God with these he had been able to count what hair was left on the top of my shaved pussy!" I turned setting the spyglasses back on his dresser when I kicked a towel on the floor. I picked it up and it was sticky! Sticky with his cum! He had played with his self as he looked at me! I didn't even realize I had my own finger touching my self. I mean I was standing there in his room looking at his come in the towel and the next thing I knew I was having I mind-shattering orgasm as I fingered my self! I don't know what made me do it but I pulled the towel up to my face smelling his cum and then as I started to shake with another climax I licked it! I sucked it from the towel licking and sucking until I had it all on my tongue! I was dreaming of him filling my mouth with his cock as I came! I sat down on his bed as I caught my breath. I don't know what made me think of sucking him and I sure didn't know I thought of him making love to me, that is until just then. It just hit me! "My God I am in love with the man!" The rest of the day was kind of a blur to me as I thought about the events of the morning. I decided to see what he was thinking or if he cared for me. I decided that I would make his favorite dinner so I could spend some time with him. As I got the meal ready I was thinking about what to wear "Well he liked looking at me, maybe I can show off for him and act like I don't know it. I mean it's not like I have ever been modest around him. I mean I didn't run around nude but it was not uncommon for Sam to see me in a long T-shirt and panties and my swimwear was on the skimpy side for sure. I picked out a knee length summer dress that I knew the light would shine through with out showing him every thing. I left off my bra knowing that when we sat at the table eating he would be able to see the darker color of my nipples. I also knew he would be seeing my legs with the light would shine through the dress as I moved back and fourth from the light kitchen to the darker dinning room. I was setting at the kitchen table when he came home. I had sat on my leg so that the skirt part of the dress was pulled down over my legs exposing nothing to him as he walked in. Sam's eyes went all over me from my head to where my toes would be if he could see them, "Man what smells so good!" "Just your dinner!" I stood and went to him. I made sure to move so that he could see nothing but I watched as his eyes darted to my chest. I put my hand on his arm then leaned in to kiss him on the cheek letting my breast touch his elbow. "Go wash up and by the time you get back I will have every thing ready for us." "All right I'll hurry!" he smiled at me and I noticed he touched his cheek where I kissed him as he walked out of the room. He washed and came back into the kitchen, "What can I do?" "Take our drinks to the table and set down. I will bring the other things in." I said as he took the glasses of tea from me. I waited until he was seated and started my show. I made at least five trips back and fourth and each time I came and went he watched me with a slight smile on his face. I knew he thought he was seeing something he was not supposed to and he was enjoying it. His eyes kept going to my chest as we talked during dinner and I could feel how hard my nipples were with out even looking! Sam helped me clean up after dinner and at one point as I bent over the dishwasher I caught him looking at my bottom. "Why Sam! Were you checking out my ass!" I exclaimed. The poor guy turned bright red! "I'm sorry! I, well I just looked that's all!" I smiled at him; "Well it's ok! Just proves to me you are not dead and I can still turn a man's head!" we both laughed as I took his hand and pulled him into the living room. Sam went to his chair and I went to my spot on the couch as we turned on our favorite TV show! I crossed my legs and let my dress slip up high on my thigh. I just let it stay that was for a long time watching him as he tried not to look at me. We made small talk for a while when I asked him about his boat. "Sam how come you never ask me to go to your boat?" He just exploded! "Why would I want to ask you to go there! Your SISTER NEVER WANTED TO SEE IT AND WAS ALWAYS PISSED OFF ABOUT IT!" Man I snapped at that! I jumped up and moved between him and the TV. I stood with my legs shoulder width apart letting the light from the TV shine through me dress. I knew he could look right through it at the shape of my long legs. I was all ready wet but now I could feel my self grow even wetter as my temper flared. "I AM NOT MY SISTER AND I THOUGHT YOU WERE SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW IT BY NOW!" I stormed out of the room and up the hall to my room. I went in and didn't quit slam the door but it was close. I moved over t my bathroom pulling my dress off over my head. I washed my face and moved back to my bed as I started brushing my hair. "I wonder how big he is?" I asked my self as my mind drifted back to the cum filled towel from the morning. I laid down my brush then moved over to my bed and slipped into the cool sheets enjoying their softness on my skin. I let my legs open as I ran my hand down over the cool cotton sheets and then up back up to my pussy. I let my thumb bump my clit as it grew between my woman's lips and I ran my hand up to cup my breasts. I reached up turning off the light with one hand as I let the fingers on the other open my lips and my knuckle run over my blood filled love button. I closed my eyes thinking of him touching his self as I watched. I pushed two fingers deep into my vagina! I was just starting to slide them in and out of my very wet hole when there was a knock on my door and he slowly opened it! "Beck are you a sleep?" "Oh nno! I umm, I'm awake." I said softly. I turned onto my side closing my legs over my hand as I kept my fingers over my clit. "Can I talk to you?" he asked "Uh sure." I let my thumb touch my button trembling from my own touch. "I'm sorry!" he sat down on my bed as I let one of my fingers slip into my soft now dripping hole as the palm of my hand covered my throbbing clit! "Its just that the boat was such a big deal with her and then it became a place for me to get away from her and well, I just never thought you would be interested in any." A soft groan escaped from my lips as I pulled on my rubbery clit. "Becky are you ok?" "No I am fingering my self with you setting right there!" I thought and then answered him. "Oh! Umm yes Sam! I guess I must have a little gas or something." He touched my forehead and I almost came! The heat in his hand burnt my skin! I curled up into a little ball as I pulled my sex juice covered hand from between my legs. "Oh Sam umm oh god yes. Well, it's ok I know umm." I was cumming softly! He ran his hand over my cheek. "Beck are you sure you are ok? I mean you feel a little warm!" "No, no I am fine. Umm it is just gas cramps. Honest!" as I thought "can't you smell the sex? Can't you tell I want you to touch me?" He stood up "Ok call me if you need me." He stopped at the door. "Listen what I came in here for was to ask you if you wanted to come sailing with me to morrow. I would love for you to be the first woman to be on her sense I bought her." "Oh why yes," I held the sheet over my breasts as I sat up, "I would love to come with you." "Ok then I will wake you early so we an get a good start." He turned his back to me and moved to the door. He said something! "What Sam?" I asked him." "Oh nothing." But I was sure I had heard him! He said' "I love you Beck!" He walked out of the door closing it softly as I fell back on my pillow. "MY god he said he loved me! I wonder if he loves me or if he really loves me!" my mind was going a hundred miles an hour until I drifted off to sleep! The next morning I was up early making coffee and then putting a bunch of food together for us. I rushed back to my room and took a shower then picked out my closes. I had an old sweatshirt with the neck cut out. It fell off of my shoulder all the time when I would wear it and I knew if I move wrong Sam would be looking at my bare breast! I slipped on some black thong panties and over them I put on some white cotton pants with a drawstring that held them up. My pants were really the bottoms to the robe I loved and just as shear as the top but they worked well as a cover up. Sam came in smiling at me. "Man your up early!" "Yes and every thing is ready to go!" I watched his eyes run over my body as I handed him some coffee. "Dam girl you look good! A thong I would never have thought it!" "I can change if you want me to!" I looked at him with a side ways look. "No way I love it let's head out!" He took the stuff I had packed along with another bag to his truck and put it in the back as I climbed in. "Umm I needed this coffee thanks. I have to tell you I am kind of nervous for you to see our boat!" My head snapped around looking at him. "Our boat! Did I hear him right?" I put my hand on his arm as I spoke to him. "I'm sure I will love it Sam. I think I will love it even if it's a row boat." I watched as a smile came on his face. "Well it's a little bigger than a row boat." We made small talk until we got to the dock. Sam pulled to the side of the road and into the driveway of the marina. "Listen I want to surprise you. Can I put a blindfold on you and walk you to the pier?" I smiled at him. "Sounds kinky to me, but if that's what you want I will go with it." He pulled us into the parking lot and I looked around at what must have been at least two hundred boats of all sizes and shapes as Sam came around the truck to me. He opened the door holding up a bandana. "I promises not to let you trip." He kissed me on the forehead and then reach to me tying the cloth around my head. "Don't move. I want to get the food basket." I could hear him moving around and then he took my hand. "OK now, do as I say and we will be there in a moment!" we walked a ways. "Ok now there is a step." I stepped up. "Ok now put your hand right here." He put my hand on a rail. "And we are walking down hill. That's it now it's flat for a few feet. Now stop. Don't move! I want to open her up and then I will come back to you. I want to see your lovely face when you look at her!" I could hear him doing things and suddenly he was back at my side. "Ho god Beck I hope you like her! Go ahead and pull off the bandana!" The excitement in his voice made him sound like a little boy at Xmas! I pulled off the cloth and was looking at a huge sailboat! "My God Sam!" was all I could say. All the woodwork had the sun glistening off of the varnish and every peace of brass was sparkling and clean! "Oh Sam it beautiful! How, I mean it's so big!" "Come on!" he was pulling me by my hand. "She is forty-eight feet long!" He helped me on board and I walked around the deck. He sat at the wheel watching me as I looked around until I came to the hatch to go below deck. "May I go down there?" "Of course! Here watch me!" he went down the ladder inside showing me how to do it. "Always do it this way and you won't slip." He was like a little kid as he showed me around the living room, dinning room combination and the kitchen. He took me to the head and then to the guest bedroom. We went to the master bedroom and he plopped his self down in the bed watching me as I looked around the room and at the master bath. Every thing was so clean and neat. If it was metal it sparkled and I had never seen woodwork so clean and shiny. "What do you think?" "Oh Sam I love her!" I moved back to the living room. "I can't believe you have not brought me here before now!" "Well I am sure if things go well you will be back a lot! Now come on let's get going!" He told me what to do and what to untie and soon had us under way. He ran the motor until we were almost out of the channel that ran to the harbor. I was standing next to him watching him when he pulled me over in front of him so I was between him and the wheel. I felt his man hood on my bottom for just a split second as I brushed into him and then he moved. "Here put your hands on her." I put my hands on the wheel and then I could feel him against my bottom again as he reached around me, helping me. "Now turn her to the right. That's it. Now go back to the left. Yes, yes just like that. Be easy with her and she will respond to you but if you try to make he do something she won't do it or will do it very slowly. She is a big girl and likes a easy touch!" "Like a lot of women I know." I said to him as I felt him push just a little into my bottom. "Your right." I could hear the smile in his voice. "Now point her back down the channel and when I tell you to turn her to the right and then push that switch down." Sam pulled off his shirt and sweat pants. Now wearing just shorts he went about pulling up the sail's. I could see him watching me as he moved about getting us ready and I wondered if it was his boat or me that he was thinking about. Sam moved back to stand by the back of the big main sail and as he took the last line loose he called to me. "OK BECK TURN HER!" I did as he had told me and watched on awe as the big sails filled with wind and the big boat heeled over. "OK Beck flip the switch!" Again I did as I was told and the diesel motor went silent! We slipped quietly past the brake water and after a few minutes Sam moved over taking the wheel from me. He turned us out to sea and after adjusting every thing looked at me. "Want to go to Catalina?" "Sure! If that's where you want to go, then let's go!" I said, "Is it ok if I get some sun?" I pulled on the string to my pants. A Dream Come True "Oh yes! I mean sure that is what we are here for. Umm listen it will take us most of the day to get to the island so how would you like to spend the night out there. We can go to town and have dinner at a place I know and just make a week end of it." His eyes never left me as he watched me let my pants drop around my feet. I pulled my feet out of them with out bending over until I turned my back to him. I bent at the waste to pick them up knowing he was looking at my ass and how my T-back panties had pulled into and separated my cheeks! I knew I was giving him a good look at my goodies. "That sounds like fun Sam, but I don't have any thing to wear with me. I mean well." Sam interrupted me. "I slipped into your room and picked up the dress you had on last night! It was right there on your bed and I just didn't think you would mind. Besides you looked wonderful in it!" I smiled at him. "Well no, that is fine. I think it will be very fun to stay out there." I went to my bag and rummaged through it. Then I looked up at him. "Sam I forgot my swimsuit top!" I had been bent over letting him look down my sweat shirt top at my beast's as I went through the bag. "Shit! I wanted to try to get some sun." I looked at him. "Well I don't have any thing like that on board, umm I guess you could go topless." He looked up the mast at the sail head. "I know you some times sun in the nude at home." He started to turn red. "I saw you once. I didn't mean to look but I did and you looked, well, dam Beck you looked good!" He turned bright red, "It just happened and, I'm sorry." I never batted an eye as I lifted my top over my head. I tried to act like it was something I had done all my life as I folded my top and put it on a small table. My nipples grew hard as the cool wind blew over them and after he let his eyes run over them Sam again went back to sailing the boat. I watched him from the corner of my eye as I put out a towel on the bench cushion. He watched me as I rubbed sunscreen all over my legs as my big breasts swaying all over my chest. I rubbed up over my tummy as I took note of a bulge in his pants. He tried to act like he wasn't looking at me as I took my time rubbing the cream into my tits making sure I pulled on each nipple before I laid back. "Yes that's a very nice bulge in there!" I smiled to my self as I looked at Sam. We were quiet for a time as we sailed each of us lost in our own thoughts. We had been sailing a few hours just enjoying the day when I looked up to see we were about half way to the island. "Hungry?" I asked him. "What? I'm sorry I was think of something." His eyes went to my breasts and then down to my crotch. That's when I realized that my panty crotch had slipped into my vagina lips so that they were exposed to his eyes. My hart raced in my chest knowing just how much of me he was seeing as I slowly sat up crossing my legs. "Are you hungry?" I asked again as I felt my cheeks redden under his gaze. "Yes, yes I am." He pointed off to the side. "And there is another boat coming up on us. You might want to cover up." I came out with the food we had brought with us. I put some things out on the small table and looked to see the other boat was about a mile away but closing fast. "Ok, I will put a top on if I embarrass you." "Embarrass me! My god woman you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen! God I am so proud of you I could explode! I want the whole world to see me with you!" "Good! Then eat your sandwich and know that I love you looking at me and that if you want me topless then topless it is!" I kissed him softly on the cheek. We ate as the other boat went past us. Sam said it was a racing sloop and the four guys on it all whooped and hollered when they saw I didn't have on a top. I looked at Sam and with a big smile I stood up waving and giving them a good look. When I sat down I glanced at Sam's pants to see he was very hard. "You know we might see those guys on the island?" he asked. "Do you care?" "Yes," He looked at me; "I care very much!" "Do you want me to cover up, or did you like it?" "I," He smiled, "Liked it." "I thought so!" It wasn't long before I could make out the harbor at Avalon. I had been setting on the bench in the cockpit watching other boats in the distance when I stood up and stretched. I made sure to push my chest out before reaching for my top. I slipped it on watching Sam as he smiled at me. We found a good spot in the harbor and tied up to a buoy. Sam had me climbing around tying things up. I knew he was enjoying looking at my ass and legs as I bent and moved around the deck. My T-backs has slipped around to the point of covering nothing as I worked. I decided to talk to him about it. "Sam you have been looking at me so hard your eyes must hurt." I said with a smile as I moved up next to him. "I'm sorry Beck. It's just that you look so good and well to be honest you showing your self like that, I mean so any one close could see, well it turns me on!" he went bright red as he spoke. "I have never wanted to be, I mean I well, oh shit I just like it that's all!" "I looked down at his crotch making sure he seen me do it. "I can see that big boy." I smiled at him. "I need to shower. Do I have to do any thing special." "Nope just like home. Turn it on and wash it off!" he beamed at me. "I'll take one in the other room and you can use the master. I'll call for a water taxi while you get cleaned up." I cleaned up and slipped on the dress he had for me. I started to put my panties back on but changed my mind throwing them on the bed. I walked up on deck to find Sam all shaved and waiting for me. The water taxi was just leaving the dock to pick us up as I moved up to stand next to him. "I don't have any makeup. I hope I look ok." I said. "You look better to me than any one I have ever been with Becky." We took the taxi to shore and walked to a nice little restaurant. We again made small talk as we ate and when we finished he took my hand in his. "There is a nice place to watch the lights come on form the main land right up that hill. Would you like to walk up there with me?" "Sure! Lets go!" We walked the short distance up the hill and sat down on a low wall. The sun had went behind the island but it would be a while before dark and as we sat there he pointed out different kinds of boats and things to see around the harbor. He took my hand as we sat there looking around. There was soft music floating up to us from one of the cantinas below and a soft breeze blowing up to us from the harbor. I slipped off the wall letting my dress slide up my leg and then stood in front of him. I opened my legs to shoulder width and swayed back and forth in front of him to the soft rhythm of the drums from below. Beck, do you know that I can see through your dress with you standing like that?" "I know you can see the out line of my legs in this light. But that's about all." "I can see that and those magnificent nipples of yours to." He smiled at me. "I'm not complaining mind you." "Well all you can see is shadow." I looked at him and then moved taking both his hands in mine. "If you can see me so good what color panties do I have on?" "Umm, Black!" "Nope!" I moved back from him and slowly pulled the skirt of my dress up to about mid thigh. "Guess again!" "Well hell Beck I don't know! I am not supper man and I guess your right I can't see that much!" "Well' I will tell that I think you would like it if I let you see what I have on!" "God you're a tease!" he stood up. "Becky," He took my hands in his again. "This is killing me. I had better take you back to the boat." "Not before you tell me what's wrong!" I looked up into his eyes moving very close to him. "Tell me Sam what is it making you nut's?" He got a funny look in his eyes and I could see them grow moist in the dim light. "Becky I am in love with you!" He started to pull away from me but I pulled him back to me. "After all this time I don't know when or how but I do love you!" He was breathing hard with excitement as he looked at me expecting rejection. I kept him cost to me as I looked into his eyes seeing he was as serious as I had ever seen him. I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed him softly on the lips. "I love you to Sam!" "Do you mean it! You love me!" "Yes very much!" He scooped me up in his arms like I was a rag doll! "Wahooooooooo! SHE LOVES ME!" He hopped around all over the place with me in his strong arms. Suddenly he stopped. He put me down and looked at me in the now late dusk. "Prove it!" "Prove what? That I love you?" "No! That you don't have on any panties! Becky I want to look at you! I want to see the woman I love!" I looked at him with a smile and reached down taking the hem of my dress in my hand and pulled it up high. I pulled it up and off over my head standing there in front of him as naked as the day I was born! "Oh my god!" was all he said as he moved to me. He picked me up kissing me softly as he held me to his body. He let me go looking around. "You better put that back on, until we get to the boat at least and we are going to the boat right now!" I don't remember going back to the boat but I do remember standing in the cockpit and pulling the dress off over my head as the harbor taxi pulled away. I remember him going below first and looking up at me bottom as I went down the ladder. I remember lying back on the big bed in the master bedroom and then I remember his lips on mine! Sam was doing his best to be gentle as he tried to love me but it was just not right. We both wanted to fuck so I pushed him onto his back and set on him. I kissed him sucking his tongue into my mouth as I reached between us taking his hard cock in my hand. I lifted up a little and ran it over my wet lips enjoying the rubbery feel as I found my clit and circled around it with the head of his dick. I raised up on my other hand as I took it to my wet hole and I set on it! God it filled me to the point of splitting as I slowly took it deeper and deeper into me. I felt it hit bottom and as I pushed it deeper enter my womb! "Oh God Sam you have me so full!" "Go easy Beck! As badly as I want this I won't last long!" he was breathing hard as he spoke and I could feel him swelling in me! He cupped my tits as I moved on him and suddenly he went over the top! It felt like a canon going off in me as his dick grew and then blasted my insides with his hot cum! He held me by my hips as he pushed into me shaking like a leaf as he filled me with his seed! And I came! 'OHH YESSSSSSSSS FILL ME WITH IT! I FEEL IT OH GOD SAM I FEEL YOU CUMMING IN ME! Hoooooo Sam oh God!" I collapsed on him shaking as I ground my pelvis into him. Neither of us could move and he held me like that for a long time. His soft peter slipped out of me and I could feel his come leaking out of me as I lifted up to kiss him. I smiled at him. "Any thing else you want me to prove to you?" "Ask me that in a little while!" he said with a grin. We were married two weeks later and our first child is due in a few months. He still likes for me to show off and he almost never wants me to wear any panties. We spend all of our free time on our boat and sail all over the West Coast. Who says a dream can't come true?