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Blue Velvet Ch. 01

By: Joe F.



It was nineteen seventy-seven, the middle of the disco era. I was a twenty-one year old man living at home with my mother. I know that sounds very strange and pathetic but it really wasn't as sad as it sounds. I had actually planned on enlisting in the army after I dropped out of college the previous spring but family events intervened.

My parents had a long term if somewhat distant relationship. But then what relationship isn't a bit distant after twenty plus years. 

I had noticed a bit more estrangement of late, but through the filter of my egotism I thought that had more to do with my dropping out of college than anything to do with their relationship. 

At any rate, I came in one night after working a long shift at the service station and found Mom nestled into a blanket on the couch and watching TV. She had a drink in her hand and I could just make out the streaks of tears mixed with mascara on her cheeks.

"What's wrong Mom?" I asked dutifully.

"Your Dad and I had a tiff." She responded hoarsely.

A 'tiff' was Mom's code word for a fight of any size. Dad and Mom had these 'tiffs' on a regular basis and they generally amounted to nothing more than a night out for Dad and make up sex when he returned with his tail between his legs in the morning. 

Like normal, Mom was fairly reticent about talking about the 'tiff' but after a few minutes of prodding on my part and a fresh drink she disclosed the facts behind their current disagreement. 

It seems that one of Mom's co-workers had seen Dad out with one of his secretaries. Mom quickly surmised that Dad was screwing her and confronted him with this suspicion.

Dad readily confessed to the transgression. She said that, "He just didn't seem to care if I knew or not." Mom got pissed as hell and asked him what he planned on doing and he had told her that he was going to move in with his lover.

"I love her, and she loves me. She gives me what I need, which is more than I can say about you." He had told Mom. "I was just waiting for Kenny to graduate and then I was going to tell you about it and move out. We already have a place rented and I just was waiting for the right time to break the news to you." 

"You ass hole!" Mom had responded vehemently. "Why don't you get your fucking ass out of here right now! I don't need your fucking help to get by and I sure as hell don't need your ass in my life if you're poking some whoring bimbo on the side!"

"Ok bitch, I'll just do that!" He had responded and he had packed his stuff and left beneath the glaring supervision of my very outraged mother.

This event kind of changed my plans for moving away for the moment at least. Mom worked as the office manager for an insurance agency and made a pretty good living. But this had always been a two-income family with a two-income lifestyle and without Dad's money coming in, I had to step forward and help Mom make ends meet.

I worked as a mechanic and pump jockey at a local service station and made a fair income for a young man. The hourly wage wasn't too high, but most of the mechanic work that I did was under the table and that was sweet money that the IRS never knew about.

For the year since the split up I had been making my contribution to our existence. I was still hoping to find some way to get out on my own, but the bills kept piling up, especially with my mother having to hire a divorce attorney, so I was still stuck living at home.

I saw my Dad on an irregular basis. He had settled in with Darlene and to hear Dad talk, they were supposed to be extremely happy together. "She is one hell of a woman and a hellcat in bed." He had told me over a beer one night. This was information that I really didn't need, especially as she was coming back into the room at that time.

I watched appreciatively as Darlene walked over toward us. Dad, Darlene, and I had spent the late afternoon watching football and drinking beer. Between the three of us we had consumed more than a couple of six packs and we were all feeling no pain. 

Darlene was pretty well endowed, not as well as Mom, but nothing to sneeze at. She wore a loose peasant blouse with no bra, and a pair of very tight Levis. She was just a couple of years older than I was and if Dad weren't in the room I probably would have made a move on her.

As Darlene moved unsteadily, but still seductively, across the room, both Dad and myself watched with pure appreciation. She stopped on the other side of the coffee table and leaned over to retrieve her almost empty bottle of beer.

When she bent over the blouse fell away from her breasts and I got a clear shot of everything between her neck and her waist. Her breasts were definitely well formed, firm, and with very erect nipples.

She held her pose for probably a bit longer than was necessary before standing up again, putting the bottle to her red lips and draining its contents. Dad and I both watched her with bleary admiration as she theatrically lowered the bottle to waist level and smiled knowingly at us.

"You guys ready for more." She asked with a sly smile.

"Oh yeah." We responded in unison.

She leaned over once more and we got another show as she retrieved our empty bottles. "You guys hold that thought." She said with a chuckle, and she stood up and swayed unsteadily across the living room toward the kitchen.

Dad and I watched with unadulterated lust as she moved through the door and almost in unison sighed appreciatively when she was no longer in sight. Dad knew that I was as appreciative of his lady friend as he was and he chuckled.

"Better watch it my boy. She's mine." He said jovially.

"Oh yeah Dad.' I said with a grin. " But I have to say that she is one fine woman. If she wasn't yours, I'd jump her in a minute."

"I bet you would." He replied with a self-satisfied chuckle.

Darlene returned with three beers in her hands. She swayed sexily across the room, moved up beside Dad and handed him his beer. Then she leaned over and gave me mine.

As she leaned over, I got the same show as I had received before. I stared unabashedly at her fine equipment for a long moment before moving my gaze up to her face. 

Darlene looked steadily into my eyes for a moment and then she gave me a slow sexy wink. When I blushed she broke into a broad smile.

"I think Kenny is shy." She said as she turned to Dad.

Dad laughed and replied, "No, I think that he's in heat baby. You got him all hot and bothered."

Darlene finally stood up and asked, "Well you boys gonna make room for a lady?"

Dad patted his lap and replied, "Right here babe, I got everything you need right here." Then he reached up and pulled her roughly onto his lap.

"Whoooo!" Darlene squealed loudly as she landed suddenly on Dad's lap and probably very hard dick. Her full beer spilled when she fell and we all got a little of the spray on us as the couch bounced beneath her weight.

"Let me get comfortable first." She complained softly as Dad attempted to turn her head for a kiss. Darlene swiveled and brought her legs up on my lap where they landed directly on my crotch. 

"Ummmmm, that's much better." She stated softly as she turned her face toward Dad's and planted a kiss on his waiting lips.

I took a sip from my beer and watched Dad and his lady kissed passionately. Darlene moaned softly as Dad raised his hand to her breast and squeezed it appreciatively. 

To my surprise Darlene lowered her hand to the hem of her blouse and pulled it up, exposing her attractive boob to my gaze. Dad put his hand to her bare breast and squeezed, seemingly unfazed by my presence.

My dick began to harden at the sight of this interplay. I knew that Darlene had to feel it rising beneath her legs and uncomfortably tried to hide it by moving her legs off my crotch. Darlene resisted my movement and unless I was drunker than I knew I was she began to slowly move her legs back and forth over my quickly rising erection.

I sat there silently as she slowly stroked her legs over my cock. I probably should have left, I know, but quite frankly the attention was rather erotic. And besides, I didn't want to let dad know that she was interested in me.

Eventually Dad pulled his lips from Darlene's and grunted breathlessly, "You'll have to excuse us Kenny. We need a little private time."

"Yeah Dad. I figured." I responded quickly with mild disappointment in my voice.

I put my half finished beer down on the coffee table, pushed Darlene's legs from my lap and stood up. I attempted to hide my evident erection from view, but was probably ineffective in doing that.

As I turned to leave, Darlene turned on Dad's lap, pulled her shirt up completely, and leaned back against the arm of the couch. She stretched luxuriantly, arching her back and cast me a big smile. As I watched enthralled by the scene Dad leaned over and took one of her nipples into his mouth again. 

Darlene moaned softly while still smiling openly at me. Then she lifted her hand to her other breast and casually fondled it. I watched her gently stroke her hard nipple with her fingers as she softly moaned again.

I watched while her gaze fell to my very evident erection and she licked her lips devilishly before saying softly yet sexily, "Come over anytime Kenny. There's always a place for you here."

Now I could have taken that any number of ways, and that was probably her intent. I also could have responded a number of different ways but I chose to just respond with, "Yeah, I sure will Baby." Then I turned quickly and hurried toward the door before they started to get really serious.

With an eerie sense of relief I reached the doorway and passed through it. The cool of the night air refreshed me and cleared the cobwebs from my mind. I picked up my jacket and gloves from the saddle of my bike and slowly dressed. Then I mounted my iron steed, kicked it over and motored out of the driveway and home.

The ride home was uneventful. The traffic was light and I rode slowly. The sight of Darlene lying nearly naked on the couch with my Father's face nestled against her breast was tattooed into my brain. I kept replaying the final few minutes through my mind the entire ride home and when I arrived in my driveway my cock was nearly as hard as it had been when I walked out of their door.

I rode the Sportster into the carport and climbed off. I took off my jacket, gloves and hat and walked to the door.

I opened the door and walked into the living room. Mom was sitting in her favorite chair, a tall drink in her hand, wrapped in an old afghan watching the tube. I stood in the doorway for a minute before she realized that I was home and looked up at me.

"Have a good time?" She asked simply.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Your dinners' on the table." She responded and went back to her drink and insipid television show.

While Dad seemed to be moving on with his life, Mom was still moping around the house most of the time and never seemed to be too happy about too much. She was just a ghost of her former vibrant self and that tore at my heart to watch.

I'm not saying she was listless or depressed to the point of giving up. She still worked everyday and poured her heart out on the job. But, she almost never left the house other than to go to work and she drank way too much by most folks standards. 

To top that she never seemed to have any interest in socializing. She might have gone out once or twice with the girls that she worked with, but that was about it. 

On several occasions I told her that she needed to get out of the house and go out with some with her friends and have a good time. When I brought this up she would shrug my advice off and say, "It just doesn't feel right. They are all so young and pretty and single and I just feel like an old broad when I'm out with them."

I stood next to the door and looked Mom up and down for a minute. It really tore me up to see her looking so sad. I knew it wouldn't do any good but I decided to try to get her out of her cocoon.

"Have you been here by yourself all day?" I asked softly.

"Yeah." She replied almost inaudibly. "You've been having a good time from the looks of you though." She continued with soft rancor.

Her bitter tone of voice cut me to the quick but I decided to continue anyway, "You need to get out some Mom. It really hurts to see you so down."

She looked up at me and replied with her set retort, "Yeah, I know, but it just doesn't feel right." She sniffled a bit but no tear emerged, then she said, "I feel so uncomfortable out there in the dating scene. None of the guys seem to be worth the time to get to know and I just don't care for meaningless sex."

She took a sip from her drink, chuckled softly and said quietly, "All the good men seem to be either married or gay. I don't want an affair with a married man and I am definitely not a man."

I had to chuckle at that myself, Mom was definitely not a man. She had a body that made most women jealous with envy, and every straight man drool. I almost stopped right there but decided to give it one more try. 

"You just need to give it time. Maybe you'll meet some guy and hit it off." I said quietly. "Besides you're not old at all. You're a beautiful, very sexy woman and I bet that you'd have the guys all over you if you went out on the town."

I could see a glint of something in her eyes and she responded softly "Why thank you baby, you're sweet to your old mother. But, it still doesn't feel right." She took a sip on her margarita and continued, "You know that I just don't like being pawed by all those horny bastards in the clubs. They're mostly losers anyway."

She sat silent for a second, as she thought a bit and then she said ever so softly, "Besides, I've only had two men in my life, first your father and then you. Now that your father is gone, it's just you, and that arrangement is good enough for me."

I was not at all surprised by her declaration of fidelity. I knew that she was an innocent girl when she met Dad. And I didn't think that she had ever been unfaithful to him. But still the way she put it, put things into immediate perspective for me and I said very quietly, "I know Mom, and I love you very much too. But, there are things that you need from a man that I can't give you. Besides I can't stay here forever. I'm going to be moving on eventually and you'll need to have someone in your life."

She looked pensively into my eyes; a tear seemed to form in the corners of her lovely eyes. As I watched she gulped down a breath, smiled oddly at me and in a quavering voice said, "I'll deal with that when I have to. Besides, what are you trying to do get rid of me so you can move on?" 

For some reason I was somewhat embarrassed and I responded meekly, "No Mom. I'll never desert you and I love being with you."

"That's a good boy." She responded and she rose from her seat, wrapped the afghan tighter around her body, and walked across the room. She stopped briefly in front of me looked me up and down, and kissed me lightly on the cheek before heading for the kitchen and a fresh drink.

As she turned into the hallway she turned briefly, looked me up and down again. A smile crossed her lips as her eyes traveled back up my body and for some reason she repeated what she had said earlier only this time more jovially, "You look like you had a good time today." Then she turned and walked on toward the kitchen.

I stood transfixed for a minute, confused by her last statement, and watching the blank spot where Mom had been a minute before. 

To my surprise the light kiss on the cheek had made me tingle all over. But I also noticed that my erection was back in full force again. I put the erection down to my experience with Darlene and shrugged it off. 

I could still feel Darlene's legs slowly rubbing my cock. And the sight of her breasts still played on a loop in my brain.

I turned and walked toward my room. I stopped at my door and said, "I'm bushed, and I think I'm going to crash Mom."

"Come give your Mother a good night kiss before you go to bed." She called from the kitchen.

I opened the door and tossed my riding gear onto my bed before dutifully walking to the kitchen. The light under the cabinets was the only illumination in the room so it was dimly lit at best. Mom was standing at the counter mixing a fresh drink. The tinkle of ice in her glass greeted me as I stepped through the door.

When she heard me enter the room she turned her head toward me and said, "That's a good boy. Now come here and give your old mother a big hug and a kiss."

I hadn't much noticed earlier what Mom was wearing or how well she looked. Now as I took her in, I realized how lovely she really was. 

She had lain the old afghan on the back of one of the kitchen chairs while she made her drink and all she was wearing now was an over sized t-shirt of mine that barely covered her ass. The legs that extended beneath the hem of the shirt were shapely and nearly flawless. 

As I watched I could swear that I saw a hint of the crotch of her panties below the hem of the shirt, and the hint of red bush beneath the panties. If I had been other than her son I would probably have whistled in true admiration.

I walked quietly over to her, wrapped my arms around her and gave her a tender hug. As I did so, my crotch came into contact with her soft ass and my dick grew instantly from being semi soft to being semi hard. As I felt my cock come into contact with her soft ass I pulled back self-consciously.

Mom straightened up and I place my lips to her shoulder and gave her a brief peck. Then I put my lips to her ear and kissed it briefly, before pulling away and kissing her gently on the back of her head. I pulled her against me tightly for a moment and nestled my face into her hair. The scent of her perfume filled my head as I breathed in her scent.

Mom innocently squirmed against me and giggled softly. "My god you're affectionate tonight." Mom said with a chuckle as I hugged her tightly. Then she continued, "But that's not a real hug, why don't you give you old Mom a proper hug."

I let go of her and stepped back a little. I looked down at her as she turned away from the counter and extended her arms to give me a hug, I could just make out the line of her large, firm, unfettered breasts beneath the light fabric of the t-shirt. 

I could remember, from peeking on her in the shower when I was a little younger, how large and well formed they were. I felt a bit embarrassed by the thought of my transgressions, but the memory of her form was indelibly imprinted on my brain.

I stood there for a moment staring at her, looking her up and down, and I couldn't help comparing her to Darlene. In almost every way Mom came off on top in my comparison. 

Her body was really top notch despite her thirty-seven years. Her breasts seemed much larger than Darlene's, and her face was softer and lovelier than her younger competition, despite all the worry lines that I had put there growing up.

I must have stared for a very long time because she smiled at me oddly and asked, "What ya thinking about?"

Truthfully I replied, "I was just comparing you to Darlene."

A sad look crossed her face and she asked with obvious trepidation, "And?"

I looked her up and down once more and responded truthfully, "And there is no comparison. You are the most beautiful woman in my world."

I huge smile crossed her lips and she said with a quivering voice, "Come here my handsome man."

I took my lovely mother into my arms once more. As I pulled her tight against me I felt the mass of her firm breasts flatten against the muscles of my chest. 

I kissed her lightly on her neck and she buried her face in the crux of my neck and began to softly sob. I put my hand to the back of her head and gently stroked her hair as her body quivered with silent sobs.


Blue Velvet Ch. 01



I tried to pull away so that she wouldn't feel my rising erection, but Mom balled her hands in the fabric of my shirt and pulled herself even closer. With her soft body pulled tightly against mine my cock became completely engorged. Astonishingly Mom seemed to be completely oblivious to my condition and kept her supple body glued tightly to my young muscular frame. 

I continued to stroke Mom's hair while my other hand began to gently stroke her back. Eventually the fingers of my left hand ended up of their own accord on the top of her ass and I pulled her crotch tightly against mine. I felt the warmth of her pussy through the fabric of my jeans and kissed her softly on the neck.

It was then that I remembered who was in my arms. Unconsciously I again blamed my conduct on the effects of alcohol and to my contact with Darlene. Embarrassedly I pulled away slightly from Mom so she wouldn't feel my rigid manhood rubbing wantonly against her crotch.

Mom took my movement as a signal that I was uncomfortable with her sobbing, let go of my shirt, and pulled away. "Look at me." She blubbered awkwardly,' Getting you all wet with my self pity." She paused to wipe the tears from her cheeks before continuing, "I must be quite a sight."

I looked at her and responded, "Yes you are. A very lovely sight."

I leaned over and kissed her lightly on both of her tear stained cheeks before planting a soft kiss on her lips. Then I turned and headed off to bed. As I opened my bedroom door I said without looking at her, "I love you Mom."

"I love you too Kenny." She replied as I walked into my room and closed the door behind me.

I stripped and took a long hot shower before climbing into bed. Although I was tired, I just couldn't seem to get to sleep. 

Whenever I would begin to drift off into dreamland my body would recall the feel of Darlene's legs on my lap, or the soft contact of Mom's breasts against my chest. Finally, in frustration, I tossed the blankets back, pulled my boxers down, and masturbated.

Normally I didn't beat off. I just didn't have to. If I were horny, I would find some willing slut and have her clean my pipes. However, tonight I was left without any recourse, so I had to whack myself off. 

I found myself fantasizing that Darlene was giving me a world-class hummer as I whacked off. It didn't take too much time since I was pretty aroused and within minutes I was ready to shoot my wad. 

However, before retiring I had failed to anticipate my own needs and hadn't brought a rag to bed to absorb my white-hot seed. So, when it came time to cum into Darlene's fantasy mouth I had to pull my underwear up and shoot my semen into them.

"Unnnngh, ooommmph." I grunted into the dark of my room as I shot rope after rope of cum into my boxers. Still fantasizing the softness of her lips and heat of her mouth around my cock I stroked myself until I was completely dry and laying half dazed in my bed.

I gathered my breath before hurriedly stripping my underwear off and tossing them toward the door to my bathroom. Then with my sexual needs temporarily sated I turned over and with the sound of Mom still puttering around the house I drifted off into a deep sleep filled with sweet erotic images and dreams.



Blue Velvet Ch. 02



I awoke slowly from such a deep and delicious dream. In the dream I had my dick thrust between the cheeks of a lovely lady's ass. Steadily I stroked my cock in and out. The crack of her ass was hot and inviting, and on the in stroke the head of my rock hard cock would feel the warmth of her wet cunt. I knew it was only a matter of time till I managed to enter her tunnel of love or her ass hole with my shaft of steel.

As I dry fucked her ass my hand gently fondled her firm, massive breast. I felt her nipple rise against the palm of my hand as my fingers wrapped around the glorious orb and squeezed gently.

I pushed my body tighter against her back and nestled my face against her hair. I gently kissed her soft hair while I continued to stroke her firm flesh. I heard her softly moan as I felt my rock hard dick slip again and again between the supple cheeks of her soft ass. 

I kissed her softly once more and drank in the fragrance of her hair. The scent of her perfume in my nostrils and the sound of her soft, almost inaudible moaning jolted me from my deep sleep.

Abruptly, like a man suddenly jolted by an electric current, I opened my eyes and realized that I was curled up next to my mother. However, even as I came to sudden consciousness I continued to stroke my rock hard cock against my mother's almost nude butt. 

I suppose that my mind knew that I was lying with my naked cock stuck between the cheeks of Mom's firm ass and my left hand gently caressing her very solid breast. But my libertine body was still locked in the throes of passion; consequently it took a great deal of will power and a few sensuous minutes to stop my undulating motions.

Mom softly moaned as I squirmed against her. I felt the nipple of her breast standing tall and erect against the palm of my hand and her ass pressed back against me in desire as I continued my thrusts between her buttocks. The devilish part of my mind said, 'If she doesn't care, and she seems to be enjoying this, then why should I stop', while the good son half of me thought, 'yeah, but it's your mother. And what if she wakes up and catches you?'

Eventually the good half won out and I reluctantly stopped slowly sliding my cock between the supple cheeks of her tight buttocks. God, it was tough too, she felt so damn good against me.

I lay there for a minute breathing deep, desperately hoping that Mom didn't wake up while we were entangle in this incestuous pile. I listened to Mom's steady breathing and gathered my twisted thoughts before slowly and gently pulling away from Mom's hot, slumbering body. 

When I disentangled from Mom, I could have sworn that she whimpered in disappointment as I stealthily pulled my dick from between her thighs. But I knew that couldn't be true so put that thought down to the imaginings of my own very well developed ego.

I lay still for a moment, listening to her breath, before I rolled over onto my back, placed my hands behind my head, and tried to make sense of what had just happened here. As my mind cleared of the haze of sleep, lust, and alcohol I realized that Mom must have crawled into bed with me after I went to sleep last night. 

Her coming to sleep with me was not an unusual occurrence, Mom hated to sleep alone. When I was a kid, Mom used to have me sleep with her when Dad was out of town or they had one of their fights. This practice had pretty much ceased as I entered puberty, but after they split up it had started up again, only this time she was coming to my bed.

Once or twice, maybe three times a week, depending on how she was feeling I would wake up in the morning and find Mom in bed with me. She would be sleeping soundly on one side of the bed while I slept on the other. It was no inconvenience, since I had a queen-sized bed, so there was no lacking for space. And besides that I slept like a log so more often than not I didn't even know she was there until I woke in the morning with her beside me. 

However, normally I was clad in at least my underwear when she slept with me. Moreover I normally was not this horny or drunk either. This was the first time that I could recall waking up fondling her, but as I thought of it there had been some very strange and sexual dreams when she slept with me lately.

I shook my head to clear those thoughts, and images of erotic dreams from my mind. It's just not proper to think of ones own mother in a blatantly sexual manner, no matter how damn sexy she is. Just them Mom shifted on her side of the bed and turned over toward me.

As she turned over her arm dropped across my chest and her leg draped itself across my bare thigh. She put her head against my shoulder and moaned softly, "Ummmmm, ummmmm." 

With her body tight next to me her breasts pushed against my ribs, and actually lay partly on my chest. And with her thigh on mine, I felt the sultry warmth of her crotch against my hip. 

I lowered my hand to her back and she nestled in even tighter against me. I ran my hand over her thinly covered shoulders and back and she moaned softly in response, "Mmmmm." 

I felt her shift her body again and she groaned once more, "Mmmmmmmgh." as she slowly moved her thigh up my legs until it made fleeting contact with my very erect cock. Her movements stopped when her bare thigh made contact with my naked dick, but she emited a low plantive sigh, "Unnngh." before she lay still. 

The touch of her bare flesh to my rigid member was like an electric shock and suddenly I made up my mind to get the hell out of bed before my body took over and I did something that could never be forgiven. 

As slowly as possible I disengaged our bodies and rolled over to get out of bed. I slowly picked up the covers, sat up, stood up, and tip toed toward the door. I was grateful for the deep darkness in the room, it would help to hide the enormous erection that I currently had in the unlikely event that Mom woke up.

Just as I was about to reach the door I tripped over one of my shoes and thumped against the wall, "Damn." I muttered softly, and waited a moment to see if Mom had been awakened by the sound. When I heard nothing but her soft breathing from the bed I continued toward the door.

I turned the doorknob, opened the door wide, and was just slipping through the doorway and into the well-lit hallway when I heard Mom say, "Got an early morning baby?"

"Yeah Mom." I lied. "I need to finish off some work before we open today." I finished uncomfortably.

"Aren't you going to give mommy a kiss?" She queried groggily from beneath the covers.

"Sure Ma." I replied and I sidled back toward the bed.

I had to crawl halfway onto the bed to get to Mom. It was either that or walk around the bed and stand with my still half hard cock hanging out as I leaned over to kiss her.

I placed my knee on the mattress and attempting to keep as low a profile as possible leaned over to kiss her. In the faint light I watched as Mom turned over toward me. She paused for a second seeming to look at me and I hoped that she didn't notice the hard member hanging between my legs.

I leaned over to kiss her, normally I would have kissed her cheek or forehead, but just as I was about to make contact with her cheek she turned her head and I found instead the moist warmth of her soft lips.

My lips hurriedly touched her soft flesh. I wanted to get out of the room before she could see the evidence of my wickedness that hung pendulously between my legs. 

Mom's lips were pursed in maternal response, as usual. But as our flesh came into contact I felt them yield for a brief instant before hastily pulling away.

"You better get out of here." She stated enigmatically.

"Love you Mom." I said as I sidled out of the door.

"I love you too baby." She responded with a very strange tone in her voice.

Protected by the door I stuck my head back into the room and looked at her. I could just make out her face turned toward the door and thought there was an odd expression on it. "Are you ok Mom?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, fine." She replied. "I'll see you when you get home baby." She finished and then she turned over and pulled the covers over her shoulders.

I padded to the laundry room and found a clean pair of underwear in the laundry basket. Then I went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. While the coffee brewed I took a look at the clock. It was five o'clock. Way too early to be up normally, but that couldn't be helped.

I poured a cup of coffee and went back into the bedroom to get my uniform. I opened the door quietly and padded around the room until I had all my clothes for work. Then as I went back through the door I looked at the bed and my sleeping mother.

Mom lay on her side breathing softly. She looked so sweet, peaceful, and innocent as she lay in the darkened bed. I wanted to go to her and kiss her softly but didn't want to awaken her. So I trod quietly toward the door. As I was about to leave Mom said softly, "I love you Kenny."

"I love you too Momma." I responded as I pulled the door quietly closed behind me.

That Thursday night I got home from work around seven and found Mom curled up on the couch with a half finished drink in her hand. She was watching some nondescript TV show. 

The sound on the television was turned down and the soft melody, Blue Velvet, sung by Bobby Vinton, filled the room. Mom gazed at the TV screen as she soundlessly mouthed the words to her favorite song. 

She was so entranced by the song that she barely acknowledged me as I came into the room, even though I walked between her and the television. 

It was strange that she ignored me so completely when I came home. I figured that something must have been really bothering her. I was about to say something to her but for some strange reason thought better of it and walked past.

I walked to my room and grabbed a fresh pair of underwear and jeans from my dresser. Then I went to my bathroom, took a quick shower, and shave. 

Satisfied that the grime of a long hard day was cleansed from my body I pulled on my boxers and jeans. Then draping the towel across my bare shoulders I walked back into the living room. I stood gazing at Mom for several minutes, unsure of what to say really, before she realized that I was standing there staring at her and looked up at me. 

Mom was silent as she looked at me appraisingly. It was almost like she was looking at a man other than her own son as her eyes traveled from one end of my body to the other, stopping for the longest time to stare at the hair covering my bare chest. 

For some reason I felt slightly embarrassed by her intense inspection. I was used to close scrutiny from most females, after all I was tall, good looking, and muscular. But to have my mother gaze at me in the same long, appraising manner made me feel uncomfortable for some reason. 

Mom continued to gaze at me like I was a slab of meat. I didn't know whether to pose or to look away in false modesty. I did neither instead I smiled in what I thought was a disarming way, but my eyes never left Mom's face.

Still staring at me keenly, she lifted her glass to her lips and took a drink," You sure are a good looking man." She stated matter of factly.

"Why thank you ma'am." I responded self-consciously. "You're looking mighty lovely yourself." I finished off the cuff.

"You lie so well." She countered flatly and took another sip from her drink "Not going out tonight?" She inquired as a matter of course.

"Nope, my dance card is empty." I stated lightly.

"So is mine unfortunately." She retorted somewhat bitterly. She brought her glass to her lips and downed her drink and said, "Looks like I need a refill. Ya want a drink?"

"No," I said, "I don't think so"

"Ok." Is all she replied and she rose from the couch and walked toward the kitchen.

I stood there for a moment listening to her steps retreat down the hallway, thinking about Mom's predicament. After a second I got an idea and said, "How about going for a ride with me. I was thinking about a taking a short spin on the Sportster. How about packing behind me?"

"I don't know dear." She said over the clink of ice on glass, "I haven't been on a motorcycle in years and don't know if I can remember how to ride."

I walked toward the kitchen while I spoke to her. "All you need to do is sit behind me and hold on for dear life." I chuckled. "I do all the work and all you have to do is have fun."

"I still don't know baby. Are you sure that you want some old broad behind you when you could have your pick of all those sexy young girls out there?" She said after taking a sip on her drink.

I knew that she was fishing for a compliment so I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. "You are the sexiest woman that I've ever known Mom." I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the cheek before continuing, "Any man would be envious of me if he saw you packing behind me."

She put her hand on my arms where they crossed around her waist and said, "You are so sweet to your mother. Are you really sure that you want to be seen with me?"

"I would be honored to have you behind me, anytime, any place." I replied and kissed her lightly on the neck.

"Ok, you have a deal!" She responded, "Just give me a minute to get ready."

I dropped my arms from around her waist. Mom put her drink on the counter, spun around and placed a kiss on my cheek before hurrying away toward her bedroom. As she moved briskly down the hall she asked over her shoulder, "What should I wear?"

I picked up her drink from the counter and took a very long sip. "Whatever you want." I responded casually, but then I got a vision of Mom in a pantsuit straddling the bike behind me at one hundred miles per hour. 

"It's kind of cool tonight so you should probably wear jeans and a sweater." I corrected quickly. "You can wear my old leather jacket, it'll be a bit big on you but it should work." I concluded.

I walked toward her room and got to the door just in time to see her pull a very nice sweater over her head. Somewhat embarrassed, but still entranced by the sight, I gazed mesmerized by her ample cleavage covered only by a rather skimpy bra while the garment slowly covered it.

Her head was still covered by the woolen garment when she said, "I think this sweater will work, but all I have for jeans is an old pair of Seafarers. Will they work or will the bells get in the way?"

Stepping self consciously back from the door way I replied, "Yeah, the seafarers will work just fine." 

"Far out." She replied with a chuckle. 

"Yeah, far out.' I responded lightly.

I turned away from Mom's door and walked to my room. I opened the closet and pulled two leather jackets from the rack. One of the jackets was an old bomber jacket that I bought a couple of years ago at the Army-Navy store, the other was a new leather motorcycle jacket that I had just purchased a week ago. Both of the jackets were good for riding, but the bomber jacket was getting a bit tight on me these days.

Heading back to the hallway I was just in time to intercept Mom as she walked down the hall. "Here's your jacket beautiful." I said with a chuckle as I handed her the bomber jacket.

"Why thank you handsome." She replied as she took it from my hand.

I had to avert my eyes as she slipped into the jacket. The sweater that mom had chosen would probably keep her warm enough, but it clung tightly to her torso and as she pushed her arms into the sleeves of the jacket the double bulges of her breasts jutted directly at me. "Down boy." I said to myself, "this is your mother you are ogling."

I turned away and headed for the door. The night was clear and warm, I crossed the porch stepped down to the drive and walked to shed where I stored my bike. I had my gloves, pilots' hat and goggles lying on the seat. I straddled the bike and brought it upright. I primed the S&S Super carburetor, turned on the ignition and kicked the bike through. On the third kick the bike coughed to life and quickly smoothed out into a throaty rumble. I twisted the throttle a couple of times just to hear the engine roar through the straight pipes as I shuffled the bike out of the shed.

I looked up to find Mom standing next to me with a look of anticipation or trepidation on her face. I reached behind me and retrieved the helmet from the sissy bar. "Here, put this on." I said shortly. "You have to wear this, it's the law."

"Fine with me." She replied as she took the brain bucket from my hand. "Why don't you wear one?" She asked as she pulled it on and tried to fasten the strap.

"Don't like them." I replied still listening intently to the timbre of the exhaust. "I like to be able to see and hear, those things cut down on your vision and hearing." I looked at her and motioned with my hand toward the helmet. 

Mom was having trouble with the strap and I let loose of the throttle and helped her secure it. After I was sure that the helmet wasn't going to fly off in the wind I patted the seat behind me and said, "Climb on."

Mom jostled against me as she climbed aboard and settled back against the sissy bar. I picked up my leather hat and goggles from the tank and pulled then on. Securing the flyers cap I reached for my gloves and pulled them on. I turned on the lights, folded the kickstand back then speaking over my shoulder I yelled over the roar of the V-Twin, "put your feet on the pegs and wrap your arms around me."

"Love to." She yelled back, and I felt her arms snake around my waist pulling her body tight against my back.

I walked the bike in a circle and then maneuvered between the two cars in the driveway, lifting my feet from the pavement in the process. At the street I put my feet down for a moment while I looked both ways. Nothing was coming and I turned into the street.

I kept the speed down while I maneuvered through the suburban streets toward the interstate. The night was young, but the traffic was extremely light, it was almost like we had the world all to ourselves.

The interstate soon loomed ahead of us. The lights were with us and I turned fluidly onto the entrance ramp. As the bike hit the ramp I opened her up and felt the front wheel momentarily leave the pavement Mom grasped me in a death grip as the front wheel came up and I let it stay up for a few seconds before I leaned forward to bring it down again.

The roar of the engine was primal, and the feel of the wind on my face was exhilarating. I twisted the throttle and watched as the speed of the bike rose to eclipse the century mark. 

As the speed increased so did Mom's grip on my waist until I was sure that she was going to squeeze me in two. "Better safe than sorry." I thought to myself. I had been with dates that I was afraid were going to fall off the bike they held on so lightly, this time at least I was sure that I wasn't going to lose my date to the road.

The night was early, and the traffic was light. Seeing nothing but open road before me I twisted the throttle and let the straight pipes roar. The feel of acceleration on a powerful motorcycle is intoxicating and invigorating. The feeling is the closest thing to flying while still being on the ground that anybody can get.

The white stripes on the highway whizzed toward me at a dizzying rate until they looked more like dots than stripes. I don't know how long we had been speeding down the concrete, I kind of get lost in the moment when I am riding, but when I looked down at the speedometer I saw that it was hovering at one hundred and ten. "Yee haw!" I yelled into the wind for no reason at all other than exhilaration. 

Remembering that I was packing my mother behind me I slowed down and let the speed drop to a more sedate eighty-five as the miles continued to whiz by. We had probably been riding for twenty miles when I heard a faint voice in my ear say, "Ya gotta stop."




Blue Velvet Ch. 02



"Why?" I yelled into the wind over the roar of the engine.

"I need to pee." Mom said simply.

"Ok." I responded and started looking for an off ramp.

The next ramp came up within seconds and I guided the bike onto it and off of the Interstate. At the bottom of the ramp was a gas station and I pulled into the parking lot and up to the premium pump. 

Putting down the kickstand and leaning the bike onto it, I shut down the engine and swung my leg out of the saddle. Mom dismounted carefully and walked gingerly toward the office and the restroom as I opened the tank and took the gas nozzle out of the cradle.

I was just finishing wiping gas off of the tank when Mom reappeared from the office. "I paid for the gas. It's the least that I can do for my date." She said as she remounted the bike.

"Great." I said, and then I asked, "How do you like the ride so far?"

"It's fun!" She responded enthusiastically. "But why did you slow down? I was really enjoying the speed. How fast were we going anyway?" She carried on hurriedly.

"Didn't know if you liked it so I slowed it down a bit. And we were going around one ten when I wound it down." I replied.

"Great! Lets do it again! Faster even!" Mom said with child like enthusiasm. Then she added as she settled onto the seat, "My hands were getting a bit cold though. Mind if I slip them under your jacket if I need to?"

"No problem, be my guest." I replied, "I guess that I should have told you to do that anyway, sorry."

"No problem. Now lets go. Pedal to the metal!" she said eagerly. 

I chuckled at the pedal reference but didn't correct her, "Ok you asked for it." I replied as I kicked the bike to life once more.

I pulled the bike onto the interstate, this time heading toward home. I twisted the wick and the bike came up on one wheel again. This time I let it stay up for a much longer stretch before putting it back down. I kept the speed fairly high the whole trip back, I never scraped bottom on the power but I cruised down the concrete at between one ten and one fifteen over most of the return trip slowing down only occasionally when we ran into stretches of traffic. 

We were only about a minute into the run when I felt Mom slip her hands under my jacket. The feel of her hands against my stomach felt good and right. I twisted the throttle a bit more and coaxed the bike up to one fifteen and felt her pull me tighter against her body followed by the pain of her nails digging into my flesh through the thin fabric of my t-shirt.

Thinking that the nails digging into my stomach meant that I had scared her, I slowed the bike to a relatively sedate ninety and settled in to a cruise. Mom leaned her head forward placing her mouth as close to my ear as possible and yelled over the wind and roar of the engine, "Why are you slowing down?"

Having no real reply at the moment I roughly twisted the throttle and the speedometer shot up once more to one ten. "Mmmm, I love the feel of the speed baby." I heard my mother yell into the onrushing wind as she pulled herself even tighter against my back and raked her nails across my stomach. 

About five miles from home I noticed a little unevenness in the throbbing of the engine, "Must have gotten some bad gas back there." I thought to myself. I dropped the speed down to seventy-five and started to look for the exit nearest to the place that I worked.

"Are we stopping?" Mom yelled into my ear.

"Yeah, I need to tune the engine some. I'm going to stop at the service station for a minute or three." I yelled back as I guided the bike onto the off ramp and down toward the light at the bottom.

Stopped at the light I could really feel the engine struggle. When I rook off and leaned into the turn while turning the throttle I heard the engine backfire. "Damn, got a fouled plug." I thought disgustedly.

The station was only two blocks off the interstate and as we pulled into the lot I noticed that the place was already dark. "Jim must have closed early." I thought as I pulled the bike up in front of the bay doors and shut the engine down.

I stepped off the bike and fished the key ring from my pocket. I walked to the front door, disarmed the alarm and then opened the door. I stepped in, turned on the lights and walked toward the garage. "Can I help?" I heard Mom ask from directly behind me.

"Just make yourself comfortable and relax. This won't take long." I replied over my shoulder as I pulled the chain to open the bay door.

Once the door was open enough for me to walk under it I stepped into the dark night and pushed the bike inside of the well-lit repair bay. Setting it on the kickstand once more I turned to the workbench and retrieved a spark plug wrench and a welding glove. 

Bending to my work I quickly removed the offending plug and dropped it into the welding glove. Turning around I put the plug into the plug cleaner and pushed the lever, compressed air and sand blasting sand quickly cleaned the plug. I replaced the plug in the engine and pulled the other plug and ran it through the same sequence.

I rose from my repair work and turned toward the office. When I walked in I found Mom sitting in the swivel chair with her feet up on the desk. She smiled at me and asked, "Can a girl get a drink in this joint?"

"Sure." I replied, "There's a bottle of Jack in the bottom drawer and Coke in the fridge."

Mom smiled, opened the drawer, and pulled out the half full bottle of bourbon. "Not my usual drink, but it will do in a pinch." 

I walked to the fridge and pulled out a can of Coke, then turned and pulled a plastic cup from the stack on top.

"Here ya go Mom. Knock yourself out." I said as I handed her the cup and the coke. 

I walked back into the garage and went to the lube area. I kept a fifty-five gallon drum of aviation fuel in the back for my ride. I grabbed a jug and pumped a gallon of gas into it. Taking it back to the bike I poured it into the tank then stood the bike up and moved it from side to side to stir the mix.

Replacing the cap on the tank I pushed the bike out of the bay and rolled the door down. Then I walked back into the office just in time to see my mother finish her drink. 

"I don't know about you." I said, "But I could use something to eat right about now."

"Me too baby." She said with a grin. "Where to?"

"Well there's a MacDonald's down the street a bit." I offered.

"How about that place over there?" She said pointing down the street at a sign that read Sonny's Bar & Grill.

Sonny's was my normal hangout, but I didn't figure it would be a place to take my own mother. "I don't know Mom. It might not be your kind of place." I said slowly.

"Sure it is." She responded lightly. "You might be surprised by your old mother."

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Okay, sexy. It's your call."

"Ooooooh, I love that sexy comment." She said brightly as grabbed me by the shoulder, pulled me close, and planted a brief kiss on my lips before she walked past me out the door.

I closed the station down once more and strode to the bike. Mom was already nestled into her seat and I straddled the bike and kicked it to life.



Blue Velvet Ch. 03



We rode the short distance to the bar and I parked the bike in front. I dismounted, walked to the door and held it open for Mom. As she walked up to me she seemed to come to a sudden decision. With a very serious look on her face she stopped directly in front of me, and looked me in the eye.

"This is probably going to sound very strange to you baby." She started very slowly and somewhat self-consciously. "But, if it's alright with you, lets make this like it's a real date. You just treat me like I'm a gal your out for a night on the town with and I'll treat you like you're my guy." She continued with an uncertain smile.

She seemed to figure that I was going to object to her suggestion and she continued urgently, "I know it sounds strange, perverse maybe, for a young man to take his old mother on a date, and I wouldn't blame you for telling me to take my idea and stuff it. But believe me if you do this, I will make it worth your while." 

She realized how that last statement sounded and a flush crossed her face before she amended it with, "What I mean is I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

That last statement of hers was little better than the first and I had to chuckle, "So your going make it worth my while are you huh? Don't make any promises you can live up too sweetheart."

Actually, to tell the truth the prospect of play-acting a date with Mom sounded a bit exciting to me. Mom was a very attractive woman and I always wanted to date someone like her, so why not her. The fact that I wouldn't be getting into her pants at the end of the night was a bit of a given. But the reality that I would be the envy of every guy in the place was also a given. 

"Sounds like a blast to me Mom." I gushed with a certain level of excitement in my voice.

"And for gods sake don't call me Mom. My name is Sarah, just call me that, or baby, or honey, or sexy but not Mom." She said with a mischievous smile. Then she added with a wink, "I definitely prefer 'sexy' by the way." 

I felt the excitement of the play and stammered, "Sure M... I mean sexy."

"That's my boy." She said with a grin and then she leaned forward and placed a warm kiss on my lips.

We walked through a second set of doors and into the dimly lit interior of Sonny's bar. The place was almost empty. A couple of the local denizens sat at the bar nursing drinks and watching the TV. 

The bartender was behind the bar cleaning glasses, as we walked toward the bar he looked up and said, "Hey Kenny, good to see ya." 

"A regular here huh?' Mom said under her breath.

"Be quiet wench." I replied and I grabbed her by the ass. 

This elicited a glare from her and she mouthed, "Watch it!" at me.

I stepped up to the bar and the bartender placed a coaster in front of me. "Ya want the usual?" He said as he slipped a coaster in front of Mom.

"Naw Fred, I'm riding instead of driving tonight. Just make it a Budweiser." I responded.

"So you're riding your Milwaukee vibrator tonight huh?" He said with a grin, "That should be fun for your lovely date here."

He pulled a Bud from the cooler, popped the cap and put it down in front of me. Then he turned to my mother and asked, "What would the lovely lady like to drink?"

"The lovely lady would love a Margarita on the rocks, no salt. And, if you have it, make it with Cuervo Gold and use Grand Marnier in place of Triple Sec." She said with a grin.

"I have and I will." Fred replied as he pulled a bucket from the glass rack and filled it with ice.

While Fred mixed her drink Mom turned to me and asked "Milwaukee vibrator? What's that?"

Overhearing her, Fred interjected before I could respond, "Milwaukee vibrator, also know as a Harley Davidson Motorcycle. Probably the largest and most expensive sex toy in the world. Guaranteed to bring satisfaction to even the most difficult to please women." 

He looked up from building the drink to look appraisingly at my mother, then he grinned and said with a laugh, "Gotcha huh? 

His humorous laugh made me sit up and take notice. I looked appraisingly at Mom and realized that she was practically glowing red with embarrassment.

"Don't worry," Fred said, "I won't tell anybody if Kenny doesn't." Then he put the margarita in front of Mom and said, "Drinks on the house."

"Thank you." Mom said as she lifted the drink to her lips. "Very good." She exclaimed.

"Why thank you." Fred said with a little bow as he walked away.

I put a fiver on the bar and motioned Mom to a booth in the back of the bar. As I walked toward the booth with Mom in tow I said over my shoulder, "Could you make us a couple of burgers with everything? No hurry, just when you get a chance." 

"Sure thing, be right on it." Fred replied from behind us.

I let Mom sit down and then slid in across from her. "Why are you sitting so far away? Come on ever here baby so we can talk." She said sweetly.

I slid in next to her, lifted my beer to my lips and took a sip, and then I put my hand on hers and gave it a small, gentle squeeze. "It's alright Mom, I mean Sarah." 

"What is?" She stammered.

"Enjoying the ride." I said with a chuckle and a leering grin. "Made ya wet, huh?" I continued with an evil chuckle.

"Yeah, it did." She reluctantly admitted. Then she cast me an evil look and continued, "But he didn't have to be so pointed in his statement." She huffed.

"It's all in fun." I chuckled, "Now drink your drink and relax."

"I'm already pretty relaxed." She whispered as she lifted the drink to her lips and took a healthy tug.

My mother was a very attractive woman of thirty-seven. She had red hair that was pretty disheveled if she didn't make it to the beauty shop every week to have it styled. She wore it long and right now had it styled like Jaclyn Smith from Charlie's Angels. 

Her skin was very fair, almost translucent, so if she got embarrassed or mad it fairly glowed red. She stood close to five foot nine inches and looked a lot like Dyan Cannon only with more in the breast area.

Mom was a senior in high school when she met Dad during a visit to a prospective college. She was one of those brilliant students that they passed probably too rapidly through school and was only fifteen as a high school senior. Despite her youth her body had been as well developed as her intellect and she looked nothing like the average fifteen year old does.

Dad was a junior in college at the time and had been very taken by her. He swears to this day that he didn't know how young she was when he met her and wooed her while she stayed in the dorm on campus for that weekend. 

I guess that Mom fell for him like a ton of bricks, 'love at first sight' she would always say, and went to the local drive in with him. They had one torrid, cherry busting night in the back seat of a Chevy convertible and I was on my way.

Mom went home after that weekend, graduated from high school, and then had me. She made no attempt to communicate her condition to my father, figuring that he probably wouldn't care anyway. However, somehow, one of Dads friends got the news from one of his girl friends and told Dad that he was the proud father of an eight-pound bouncing baby boy.

Dad immediately found out where Mom lived, drove to Mom's parents house, proposed, and they were married the following week. I don't know whether he married her out of love, guilt, or a sense of duty, but in any way the deed was done and we were a family.

I watched Mom take another sip of her drink. I could definitly see how dad would be attracted to her. Even at this stage of her life she definitely was a stone cold fox and if she weren't my mother I would sure as hell jump her if given the opportunity. 

At this point in my life I loved all sorts of women. Big, small, short, tall, older, younger, married, or single, it didn't really matter as long as they were female, clean and of legal age. 

In recent months, I had ended up in the sack a couple of times with women around my mothers' age and I had definitely discovered the allure of sex with older, more experienced gals.

I took another sip from my long neck and watched Mom gazing around the room. I truly tried to keep my focus on her face but my eyes couldn't help but wander along her alluring contours, especially her exceptional breasts. I remembered the feel of her bare breast against my hand the other morning and my dick commenced to harden. 

I felt a wave of guilt and remorse at my perverse thoughts. But that quickly passed to be replaced by a deep-seated desire to possess the body that sat beside me tonight. 

It was then that I knew that if given the opportunity and a few more drinks I would probably attempt to jump her tonight. 

I leaned back in the booth and stretched my arm along the back of the booth. My fingers gently stroked the back of Mom's neck. Her skin felt so soft and smooth beneath my touch. 

I felt my heart rate climb as my fingers moved gently across her soft skin. If she had been a real date I would have gently pulled her to me and kissed her softly, yet passionately.

But, even though she said to treat her like a regular date, I didn't know how she would react. I didn't know if this role playing extended to actual dating action or if it was just a cover for her going out with her son without someone feeling that she was a pathetic loser that couldn't even get a real date. I wanted more contact with the sweet body sitting next to me, but I didn't want to piss Mom off either.

I could really play the role of the ardent lover to her sweet damsel, but I didn't want to do anything to spoil her night tonight. My mind spun with the dilemma of the unknown boundaries while my body continued to react in its own inimitable way to the contact of her soft flesh with mine 

Mom took another sip of her Margarita, then put her drink down and leaned over against me, placing her head against my shoulder. She put her left hand beneath the table and gently rested it on my thigh. In seeming unconsciousness she gently stroked my leg as she continued to survey the room.

Her hand only rested on my leg for a moment before she self-consciously lifted it and placed it nervously on the table and then around her half finished drink. However the momentary contact had caused my heart rate to rise to such a point that I was sure that she could readily hear the beating of my heart.

Mom reached up with her right hand and took my hand in hers, pulling it down from the back of the booth and draping it over her shoulder. She kept her hand on mine, fidgeting with my fingers while she took another sip from her drink. 

"This feels nice." She sighed. "It's nice that you'd take pity on an old broad and take her out on the town." 

"Now remember our deal." I said, my voice sounding surprisingly self possessed despite my current level of excitement. "This is a date and you're my girl. Besides any man would be proud to be seen with a sexy woman like you." I cupped my hand over her shoulder and pulled her possessively to me before continuing, "It makes me proud to be out with you, I'd do it any place, any time." I continued with emphasis.

"Really Baby?" She whispered with a catch in her throat. "That is so sweet." She gushed and she gently squeezed my hand.

I leaned over and kissed her on the top of her head. The scent of her hair filled my nostrils and I kissed her hair once more. "You know that I love you." I said with feeling.

"I love you too baby." She said breathlessly as she lifted her face in soft invitation. 

I looked deep into her soft green eyes and saw something there that was not necessarily maternal. Her pale alabaster skin was flushed red and I could feel her hot breath on my skin as we leaned in closer ever closer until her soft succulent lips made contact my own hungry lips and I kissed her lightly.

"Well here's your chow." Fred said from the darkness. 

Startled from our reverie, Mom and I sprang apart, almost knocking my beer over as I kicked the table. "Damn Fred, don't sneak up on us." I exclaimed.

"Sorry, guess I need to wear a bell." Fred said with a chuckle. "I didn't mean to startle you love birds." He put the burgers on the table and quickly walked away. "Just holler if ya need anything." He said over his shoulder as he walked back to the bar.

"Love birds huh?" Mom said happily. "That sounds good, I haven't been called a lovebird in ages."

We both dug into our burgers with abandon and in no time at all both of our plates were empty. "I didn't know that I was that hungry." Mom said as she daintily dabbed her lips with a napkin.

"Me either." I said around a beer-induced burp. "Sorry" I apologized.

"For what?" Mom replied as she tried to fake a burp of her own.

We both laughed and I looked at her glass and said, "I think you need another drink my lady."

"Why yes, I think I do." She replied daintily. "Why don't you get us both a fresh drink and I'll see if there's anything on the juke box." She concluded.

"You're the boss doll." I said as I got up.

"And don't you ever forget that." She replied as patted me lightly on the ass before she dug out her pocket book and scrounged for change.

I put Mom's glass on the bar and said, "Two more Fred."

"Coming up." He responded as he walked down the bar toward me. "Where did you ever get her?" He asked motioning with his head toward Mom as he built the drink.

"She's an old family friend." I said, " She's been going through a pretty rough time since her husband walked out on her. I figured a night out might cheer her up."

"Her husband is a fool." Fred said with emphasis. He looked across the bar to where she leaned against the jukebox and concluded, "She's a keeper if ya ask me."

"Yep, your right on both counts." I agreed as Fred lifted the Margarita to the bar and then bent to retrieve a beer from the cooler for me. "Put these and the food on my tab, Fred." I said as I lifted the drinks from the bar.

"No problem Kenny." He said as he turned to the register.

I turned back toward Mom, Just in time to hear the opening strains of Bobby Vinton's classic hit song 'Blue Velvet'. It was probably Mom's favorite song of all time and I should have figured that she would play it. 

I looked at Mom standing in front of the jukebox swaying to the music, dancing with some unseen lover. She really was a lovely woman, so easy on the eyes and so graceful to behold. I found myself standing stock still watching her sway to the rhythm of the song, gazing at her like I would any other attractive woman and not like she was my mother.

I shook my head and walked toward her. I noticed that she had picked up our stuff and brought it to a table closer to the jukebox so I took our drinks to that table and set them down. 

I turned to watch Mom dance slowly by herself she was indeed lovely. I watched her sway her body in a very un-son like manner. "Damn, I wish she wasn't my mother tonight." I thought to myself once again.

Mom slowly turned toward me and as she came to face me she smiled a wide smile, spread her arms wide, and said softly, "Come here baby. Come to momma."

I moved toward her and put my arms out to dance with her like she had taught me to, you know, with one hand resting on her waist and the other holding her hand to the side. She smiled even wider and said, "Remember, were on a date tonight so dance with me like you would dance with your lover."

With that she moved toward me, put both of her arms around my neck, and rested her head against my shoulder. Quite automatically my arms wrapped around her waist and I pulled her tight against me. I could feel the stiff fabric of her brassier against my chest and the softness on her thighs as she rubbed them against mine.

I felt her mouth move as she silently mouthed the words to the song that she knew so well. The sensation of that movement against my shoulder was for some reason erotic. I ran my hands up and down her back. First touching the waist of her jeans and then working my way up past her bra to gently stroke her shoulder blades.

"Mmmm, this feels nice." She murmured as her hands slowly caressed my shoulders and neck.

"Yes it sure does." I mumbled huskily. I was beginning to breath raggedly I was hoping that she wasn't able to hear the thundering of my heart or feel the hardness of my dick. Luckily I had put on a pair of boxers and my cock was pointed down my leg instead of straight out like it would have been if I wore jockeys.

I pulled her closer and felt her pelvis rub against mine, she seemed to be grinding it against me, but that must have been my imagination. Gently pulling her toward me with my left hand I slowly ran my hand down her back until it rested on waistband of her jeans just above the top of her firm ass.

I tentatively stroked the upper part of the cheek of her ass with my fingers and finding no resistance slowly slid my hand down until it was gently resting on the full part of the cheek and I pulled her pelvis tighter against mine. I could have sworn that she gently kissed my shoulder as I gently squeezed the firm globe with my hand.

As I caressed her lovely firm ass, Mom seemed to have a change of mind and said softly, "Not on our first date baby."

I quickly moved my hand back to her waistband and she said, "That's better baby." And she kissed me lightly on the neck, sending chills through my very aroused body.

The song came to an end and she pulled back from me. Then she looked into my eyes before putting her lips to mine in a soft chaste kiss. "Thanks baby. You make an old broad feel very good." She stated wistfully.

"You make me feel very good too." I managed to stammer before she kissed me quickly on the lips again.

The next song started and she started to dance once more. This song was an old rock and roll classic, 'The Twist' I think, and she started to shake and shimmy in the style of the early sixties dance. I attempted to follow suit, but my grasp of the twist was somewhat limited so I just faked it as best I could and tried to copy her.

The next half dozen songs were all oldies that I had heard most of my life but never understood. Mom danced to them with gleeful abandon and I found myself caught up in her enthusiasm. I watched her as she hopped and slid across the floor, spun her as we danced hand in hand to some songs, tried to follow her moves as we danced the fruge, the jerk and something called the huckle buck.

When the last of her songs were over we were both wet with sweat and my earlier arousal was long forgotten. Mom threw her arms around my neck once more and kissed me maternally one time before exclaiming, "Whew, that sure got the old blood pumping."

"Sure did for me." I exclaimed as I wiped the sweat from my brow and reached for my beer.

As I brought my beer to my lips I reached down and picked up Mom's drink. She took it from my hands and lifted it to her lips. I watched in amazement as she chugged the drink in one long sip. "Be a dear and get me another drink sweetie, I need to pee." 

I pointed her toward the restrooms and headed off toward the bar for her refill. I put the glass of the bar and said, "Give me another of the same Fred."

"Okie dokie." Fred said before continuing, "She can really put it away, a girl after my own heart. Ya know if ya play your cards right you might get lucky with her tonight. I think that she really likes ya."

I simply grunted, "Yeah, that'd be nice." in response, took the drink from the bar and walked back to the table. I sat her drink next to her purse and fished in my pocket for some quarters. I managed to find six and put five of those in the jukebox and began to select some songs.

Most of my selections were contemporary hits but my one concession to my mother's taste was the Roy Orbison hit 'Pretty Woman'. Just as it started my Mom stepped through the door to the john. She was holding her hands behind her back as she walked in time to the music over to the table. She stopped there to put something in the pocket of her coat and turned toward me. 




Blue Velvet Ch. 03



"Lets dance." She exclaimed as she began to circle me while doing one of the more contemporary dances. I followed her moves and soon we were dancing back and forth twirling and moving our feet joyously.

"There's something different about her." I thought to myself as I watched her dance vigorously. I saw that she had pulled her sweater out and rolled the sleeves up but that wasn't it. It wasn't until she raised her hands over her head and did a shimmy as she turned slowly around to the beat of the song that I realized just what was different.

"She took her bra off." I thought to myself as I nearly stopped dancing in shock. I had never seen my Mom take her bra off in public. Sure she didn't always wear one under her clothes at home but never in public.

Throughout the remainder of the song I stared entranced at her still firm and very large breasts as they bounced unfettered beneath the light fabric of the nearly skin tight sweater. The nipples were clearly visible and I was surprised how large and erect they were.

Mom seemed oblivious to the fact of her obvious sexuality, she was totally caught up in the dancing. Her childlike exuberance only served to heighten her attractiveness. 

Pulling my gaze away from her exquisite tits and looking at her face it seemed to be more relaxed than I had seen it in ages. She looked ten years younger than the woman I had come home to earlier this evening and I knew that I had made the right choice bringing her with me tonight.

When the song ended Mom gave a little yelp and said, "Damn I feel good."

"You look good too." I said softly.

Mom picked up her drink, took a sip and said, "Thank you dear." And gave me a little peck on the lips.

Another song started, this one was a ballad, and she put down her drink and dissolved into my arms once more. The feel of her bare and firm breasts against my chest was a lot more erotic than the feel of her bra covered boobs against me. I felt my dick harden again as we slowly moved across the darkened dance floor.

My hand wandered across her smooth body. I pulled her as close as I could against me as I sensually massaged the muscles of her back.

"Mmmm, that feels good baby." She murmured throatily as we glided across the floor.

My hand moved against her sweater and down to her jeans. My hand somehow wandered of its own volition across the barrier of her waistband and once again began to idly stroke her firm ass. "Don't do that please, baby." She implored quietly.

"Sorry Sarah." I said, somehow feeling embarrassed at my modest transgression.

"That's ok baby." She cooed, and then she added sweetly, "Just remember that I'm a shy young lady and this is our first date. Also remember, I'm not your mother tonight. I'm Sarah, the object of all your desires. So if you want a second chance watch your P's and Q's." She laughed softly at that and nestled her head against my shoulder. 

We danced silently for a while. I enjoyed the feel of her in my arms and the smell of her perfume as it wafted to my nostrils. The song was coming to an end when I looked down at her and saw that she was looking directly at me. She batted her eyes in theatrical coyness, and then she smiled broadly and asked, "Do you dance like this with all your young ladies?"

I thought about that for a second and responded, "Sometimes I go dancing, but it really isn't my thing." I paused for a second before continuing, "You are special Sarah. You make me want to dance. I love dancing like this with you."

The song ended about that time and a medium beat Fleetwood Mac song came on. Mom looked up at me, gave me a smile, pulled my head down and placed a warm soft kiss on my willing lips that left my head spinning. As our lips parted I felt her warm sweet breath on my skin and smelt the mint scent of her gum. The breath seemed a bit hotter than normal and the scent sweeter as she said somewhat breathlessly, "Damn baby. You really know how to get to a girl."

We moved toward the table and we picked up our drinks. I put my beer to my lips and took a long tug on the long neck. Mom raised her glass to her lips and took a long drink all the while looking at me appraisingly over the rim of the glass. As she put her drink back down on the table she said, "Damn you're good looking. Why would you want to waste your time with an old broad like me."

This was not the first time that she had asked this question or a similar question of me tonight. I guess that she needed to be reassured that I wanted to be with her, and although this would have annoyed me with most dates, Mom was of course a special case and a special lady. I gazed into her eyes for a moment, seeing there a little fear and trepidation and then responded with true emotion. 

"Sarah, you're the only woman that I want to be with tonight." The words kind of surprised me and just jumped out of my mouth of their own accord. I gulped back a lump in my throat, reached out, placed my hand to hers, raised her dainty hand to my lips and gently kissed it. 

When I lowered Mom's hand from my lips I looked into her eyes. My words seemed to take Mom by surprise too. Her eyes widened and began to mist over. I thought I could see a little tear slide slowly from her eye and run down her cheek.

"Damn, you really know how to make a gal feel all warm inside." She gushed and she put her other hand behind my head put her lips to mine and kissed me warmly.

She released my head and turned away from me. I could see that the tears were indeed flowing and she was digging in her purse. "Damn, now where are those tissues?" She mumbled to herself.

A woman crying always makes me uncomfortable so I excused myself from the room and went to the gents to do my duty. It didn't take too long, but I hung around in the men's room until I was pretty sure that Mom was through crying and I returned to the bar.

When I walked back onto the dance floor, KC and the Sunshine Band was exhorting everybody to shake their booty and Mom was doing just that on the dance floor with one of the locals. He was trying to keep up but failing miserably in the attempt. I walked across the floor, sat down at our table and picked up my beer. I sipped it gingerly and watched Mom dance. It was almost as nice a view from here as it was from up close and it wasn't nearly as tiring.

When the song ended and the patron had retreated huffing and puffing to his stool at the bar Mom came over and said imploringly, "Come on baby. If you love me you'll dance with me."

"Ok you know that I love you sweetheart." I said and rose to once more dance across the floor. Watching Mom spin and gyrate to the disco beat was enough to make a dead man hot. 

Her ample bosom bounced unfettered beneath her sweater in such an innocent way that it couldn't be anything but electrifyingly sexually stimulating. I tried to keep from looking at her swaying orbs, but my gaze kept returning irreverently to the spectacle of her firm breasts squirming beneath the fabric of her red sweater.

Finally the last song was over and I returned to my beer. Mom's drink was empty and I went to the bar for a refill. When I returned Mom took the drink and looked at her watch. "Damn baby. I have to get home. I have to get up early tomorrow." She exclaimed somewhat sadly.

"Yeah, so do I." I lamented. "Finish your drink and we'll leave."

I picked up my jacket and slipped it on. Then I walked to the bar and put a ten spot in front of Fred. "This is for you." I said.

Fred slid the ten-dollar bill back to me and said, "Keep it. I should be paying you for bringing that gal in here. She really is fun to watch, bring her back any time."

"Sounds good to me," I said as I pocketed the bill.

Mom came up along side of me and put her arm around me saying throatily, "Time to leave stud, we'll continue this at my place." Then she stood on her toes, gave me a soft, warm kiss and turned to wink suggestively at Fred.

I put my arm around her and gave Fred a sly grin before we headed for the door. When we reached the door Mom stopped and said to patrons in the sparsely populated bar, "See ya next time." And we stepped through the doors.

When we stepped down into the parking lot mom must have slipped on a piece of gravel because she stumbled a bit and almost fell. I tightened my grip around her waist to steady her and my hand slipped up the slick fabric of her sweater until I found myself with a handful of soft breast. 

Her firm breast remained cradled in my hand for a moment as she regained her footing. I guess that I must have squeezed it more than was seemly because Mom asked, "Are you fondling your date now?" Then she giggled and said, "Don't worry sweetheart, I don't mind." But she followed that up with a tone of fake severity, "Just don't do it again." And she giggled drunkenly.

I got Mom dressed in her helmet, straddled the bike, and kicked the engine to life. I reached out my hand and helped Mom mount up behind me. Once she was settled in I turned the bike into the street and cruised sedately home on darkened city boulevards. 

Mom almost immediately pushed her hands under the jacket and began to run he hands over the firm muscles of my stomach and chest. "Is this what your girlfriends do to while they're riding with you?" She asked over the roar of the engine.

"Yep." I answered simply trying to keep my mind on the road.

"That must be fun for you." She said as she tweaked my erect nipple.

The unexpected feel of my mother fondling my nip made me jump and the bike swerved suddenly beneath us. I recovered quickly and had us back on the straight and narrow when Mom said with a giggle, "Oops, better not do that again."

The trip home was just a mile or so of winding suburban sprawl and wide boulevards. In no time at all I turned up our street. As we approached our driveway Mom cooed sweetly, "Do we have to stop so soon? I want to ride some more. Huh, can we, can we?"

I had to chuckle at that and replied, "Ok little girl, but just around the block and no more."

"Oh goodie." She responded in fake childishness.

I goosed the bike and had it up to sixty before we reached the first corner. I braked, down shifted, turned into the corner and hit the throttle as we went into the turn. When we came out of the turn the bike popped up like a gyroscope and I twisted the wick a bit more, this time bringing the front wheel of the big bike fully off the ground. 

I could hear Mom squeal with joy as we rode the rear wheel for maybe a hundred feet before I leaned forward to put it firmly back on the pavement. The next turn approached and I put on the brake again before leaning into the turn and accelerating. I could see the sparks from the peg as it drug on the pavement while we were leaned over in the turn. 

I accelerated as we came out of the turn and once more the front wheel left the ground and I could feel Mom's arms tighten around my waist I leaned forward and put the tire back on pavement just as we were approaching the last corner before we got home. 

The last turn I took more sedately, and quietly. The neighbors hated the sound of my straight pipes and I didn't want to piss them off too badly. 

I wheeled the bike into the drive and pulled it under the cover of the carport. Mom crawled weakly off the bike and staggered inside the house. I chained the motorcycle to one of the supports before heading for the door myself.



Blue Velvet Ch. 04



As I closed the door behind me I heard Mom yell from down the hall, "I really had a good time tonight sweetheart."

"So did I Mom." I called back as I walked to my room to hang up my jackets.

"Who the hell you calling Mom." Mom called back, "My name is Sarah, or can't you remember that. Maybe I should just kick your fucking ass out if you can't even remember your girlfriends name."

"Sorry lover." I chuckled in return. "I'll never do that again."

"You better not." She said as she paused briefly at the door to my room on her way to the kitchen. She had changed into her sleeping attire, my old t-shirt. It wasn't very revealing but it gave you a good view of her shapely legs. "Do you want another drink?" She asked as she opened the fridge to get some ice and mix.

"Sure," I said, "Make it a strong one."

"Will do." She replied as she put ice in two glasses.

I walked into the kitchen just as she was putting the finishing touches on our Margaritas. She handed me one and raised the other, "To our date tonight. May we have many more." She stated assertively.

"To our date." I responded and started to lift the drink to my lips. 

My drink was stopped short of my lips by a look in my mothers eyes and her simple question, "And?"

"And may there be many more." I responded dutifully. Then I put my drink to my lips and took an appreciative drink.

Mom looked gleefully at me and took a sip from her drink before saying, "That's my man." 

Mom looked at her reflection in one of the kitchen windows. She turned slowly around while gazing at her reflected image and as she turned she asked in a very drunken voice, "Do you really think that I look sexy?"

I took a sip from my drink and responded eagerly, "Oh hell yeah. Very sexy!"

"Even in this old thing?" she asked innocently, meaning the old t-shirt that she was wearing.

"Even in that old thing." I responded quickly as I took in the sight of my tall shapely mother clad only in the thin cotton fabric of an oversized t-shirt. 

While she turned my gaze took in her figure, moving from the top of her head to her dainty bare feet. Stopping for more than and instant on the twin teaks of her majestic mamarries. Once more as my ogling gaze passed the hem of her shirt, I caught the faint glimpse of the crotch of her white cotton panties and the thin wisps of red pubic hair that protruded from the leg bands.

Returning my attention to Mom's green eyes, I detected a look of expectant apprehension in them. "Do you like what you see?" She asked anxiously.

"Oh hell yeah!" I replied enthusiastically. I almost followed that declaration up with, 'I'd like to see more.' But the words just wouldn't come out and I just dumbly, hoarsely repeated, "Oh hell yeah."

Holding her drink in one hand Mom walked the couple of steps across the room to me and extended her free hand toward me. Like an awestruck automaton I automatically extended my hand toward her outstretched digits. 

Mom wound her fingers into mine and using that like a leash steared us both back toward the living room. She led me to the couch and said, "Sit." Before walking across the room toward the light switch and turning on the lights very dimly. 

Next she moved to the stereo and turned on her favorite station, it played mostly soft rock, keeping the volume very low. Turning back to me she walked sensuously back toward the couch.

Somewhere inside of me grew the hope that she would reach down and pull the thin fabric of her shirt over her head and commence a sensual strip tease. Instead she sensuously danced a few steps to the beat of the old song before walking slowly to the couch and sitting down next to me. 

Sliding in against me, Sarah slowly lifted my arm, and slid under it to put her head against my shoulder. She draped my arm across her shoulder with my hand coming to rest naturally on her upper arm.

I naturally turned my head to watch as she slid in so tight against me. I looked steadily into Sarah's limpid green eyes for several seconds before allowing my gaze to travel down her features. 

I stopped first to look at the succulent pout of her full lips, she had removed what lipstick she might have had on them, the flesh looked so soft and desirable. Damn they looked so very kissable. While I watched, Sarah nervously extended her tongue and gently wet the skin of her lips. The movement was so natural and innocent, yet so sexually alluring. It was all I could do to refrain from putting my lips to hers in a mad and passionate kiss.

Reluctantly ripping my gaze from Sarah's succulent lips. I allowed my eyes to travel down her neck to the full heaving mass of her majestic bosom. This was a sight that would take any man's breath away, and give him in return an instant woodie. 

Sarah's full tits strained at the thin fabric of the cotton t-shirt. It was easy to see the very erect nipples and the liver color of her large aureoles through the almost translucent fabric. I watched her breasts rise and fall rapidly, too rapidly perhaps, for a Mother snuggled up with her son.

From her breasts it was a straight shot visually to Sarah's crotch. I immediatly noticed that as Mom sat down the old t-shirt she was wearing had ridden up above her waist and I got a good glimpse of mom's white cotton underwear as well as a taste of her bare midriff. The underwear was tight on her firm, flat tummy and the crotch of the panties certainly looked like it was a bit wet from this evenings events.

Mom saw where my eyes were looking, and quickly pulled the t-shirt down to barely conceal her crotch. "Ooops." She slurred drunkenly, "I need to be more careful with how I sit." She concluded with a giggle.

Her speech drew my eyes back up to her face and the sight of flushed skin and a crooked smile on sultry lips, "Now, now. Be nice young man." She admonished with a soft slur.

She then took my hand into one of hers and nervously held it while her other hand, this one holding her drink rested on my thigh. "I don't know if you realize how much this night has meant to me." She stated softly.

"I had a nice time too." I said simply.

"Yes, I'm sure you did." She chuckled ruefully. "I bet you just loved hanging out with your drunk old mother." She said emphatically before looking away and taking a large slug from her drink.

Putting my drink on the arm of the sofa I reached over and placed my finger under my mothers chin turned her face up toward mine and said reassuringly, "I wasn't out with my old mother tonight. I was out with a beautiful and exciting woman named Sarah. It's been a long time since I've had as nice a night as I've had with this wonderful, sexy woman and I am going to be sad when this night is over."

"Oh Kenny!" She gushed and she turned to bury her face in my shoulder and sob quietly.

I took the drink from her hand and placed it next to mine on the arm of the sofa, pulled her close against me and self-consciously stroked her long red hair as she sobbed her heart out. A mother sobbing in her son's arms is guaranteed to rend the son's heart to ribbons and as she cried, my heard was shredded into tiny pieces by her tears.

After five or six long minutes Mom's tears subsided and she pulled her face back from my shoulder. "I don't know what brought that on." She stated flatly. "I guess that it's just that I've felt so unappreciated for so long."

"I appreciate you Sarah." I stated stiffly and defensively.

"I know you do dear.' She said and she kissed me softly on the lips before continuing, "But it's been so long since someone, any one, has told me that they found me exciting, let alone wonderful, and sexy."

"I'm sure that a lot of guys would find you exciting and wonderful too if you just let them." I stated lamely.

"You might be right baby." She sniffled as she nestled into my shoulder once more. "But it is just so hard for me to get out and meet any decent guys. I just don't feel right dating at this stage in my life." 

She fiddled nervously with my hand, looked for her drink, found it on the arm of the couch, lifted her drink to her lips and took a sip before continuing. "You see baby. Your father and I dated very little. But he was my first man and we were always a pair. I never had to learn how to date any body else or be with anybody else if you know what I mean."

"Not really." I responded confusedly as I lifted my drink to my lips and took a sip.

She stared in a subdued tone, "Ok, let me put it another way. Your father is the only man that I have ever slept with and..."

The fact that I was aware of the situation surrounding my conception, and had heard the telling of the tale many times didn't make me any more comfortable to hear from my mothers' drunken lips. I guess that I swallowed wrong and coughed a little bit while she talked.

"Are you alright babe?" My mother slurred concernedly.

"Yeah fine." I managed to choke out between coughs. "Go on." I concluded.

"Well, your dad is the only man that I have ever had in my life or my bed and the prospect of picking a replacement is somewhat demoralizing." She slurred out with a soft if emphatic tone. "I don't know why I'm telling you this, if you want me to stop I'll stop." She finished.

"No, go on." I replied after now regaining my composure. 

Now I was a bit intrigued. Men always like to hear about somebody else's sex life, especially if it is their parents. Women like to hear about love lives; men like to hear about the nitty-gritty of someone's sex life. 

"Well, there isn't much to tell." She replied looking up at me curiously.

"Sure there is." I said eagerly, then rethinking my statement I cautioned, " Just tell me what you feel comfortable with."

She was silent for a moment and she took another slug from her drink and she fiddled nervously with my fingers. Then she started, her voice very low and soft, "At first let me fill in about our, your father and my relationship. Early on we were fine. He was a good and attentive lover. At least I think that he was good, but I never had anything to judge him against so I am just guessing." 

She paused to take a sip from her margarita, cleared her throat and continued, "You came along very early in our lives together. In fact as you well know you were there before our life together even started."

"You were such a joy and we loved you very much, so much so that we decided to try for another child." She stopped for a second and started off again, "Your father was so passionate and attentive in those early years. He would come home from work and we would head for the bedroom and make love while dinner finished cooling. Then we would feed you and play with you before going to bed to make more wonderful love."

She paused again for another nervous drink and continued, "About ten years into our marriage, I started seeing a change in your father. He wasn't as passionate or desirous of me. I thought that the problem was with me, and I went out and bought some of those manuals. Hey they weren't as easy to find then as they are today, and I was a lot shyer too." 

"I tell you what, I was one very embarrassed girl walking into a book store and asking for what some folks considered pornography in those days." She paused for a moment, remembering I guess, then she continued, "I tried to do what the manuals said to do but everything remained the same, or maybe even got worse. I just got to thinking that I was undesirable and worthless I suppose and I stopped even trying to get any affection from your father." 

She took a long drink from her glass of booze and continued in a much more bitter tone, "Oh, we had sex alright. But it wasn't very often or very long. It was just enough to satisfy him, but he never seemed to give any thought to me." She stopped for a second before going on again, "It all stopped about three years ago. I guess that was the time that he took up with that whoring bimbo of his. He stopped coming to me at night at all, he wouldn't even touch me, the bastard!"

She started to sob violently and turned her face to my shoulder again. I rubbed at her shoulder and said such things as "That's ok, let it all out." Followed by, "He was a fool. You are a beautiful and sensuous woman." This seemed to only make her sob more and she buried her face into my shoulder like a sobbing child.

As she pulled her body close to me to lean into my shoulder her legs nearly came onto my lap. She felt like a little girl in my arms and I lifted her legs and put them across my legs and pulled her up so that she was actually sitting on my lap. Then I started to croon, "Now, now, that's alright." Like a father would do to soothe his little girl.

She nestled her face into the crux of my neck and sobbed, "Thank you, that feels nice." As I stroked her back and hair, and rocked her while she sobbed. 

As she sobbed she poured her heart out about all the things she tried, and how they had failed to arouse him. She told me about trying oral sex and sexual aids but those things just seemed to drive the wedge further into the relationship. 

"Finally I just gave up." She stated wetly. "I just didn't know of anything else that I could do." 

I could feel the blubbering against my neck as she sobbed, "I felt so old and sexless that I thought that I would just die." 

"I thought about having an affair, but it just didn't seem right. And then there was you." She paused sobbing but kept her face against my neck.

"Me?" I asked stupidly.

"Yeah you." She continued. "You were my life and I didn't want to do anything to make you ashamed of me in any way." 

She paused to wipe her nose against my t-shirt and she said, "I guess that is why it wasn't all that hard on me when your father left me. It just pissed me off royal that he made such a big thing about them being in love. We were in love too and look where that got us." She concluded bitterly. 

"So you two hadn't had sex for three years before he left?" I asked stiffly as I gently stroked her back.

"No, just two. But it's been three years for me now. Why?" She stammered.

"Wow, I can't go any longer than a week or I bust." I stated with emphasis, "How do you do it?"

"Do what?" Mom asked quietly.

"Get by. You know what I mean." I inquired perhaps too eagerly.

"That's none of your damn business young man." She stated bluntly.

"Ok Mom." I replied meekly feeling suitably rebuffed by the tone of her answer.

"I'm sorry baby. Maybe we can talk about that some other time, but not just now, I still feel too vulnerable." She stated lovingly. She seemed to have regained some of her composure because she was becoming more assertive.

"Whenever you feel like it." I said still smarting from sting of her tone.

"Ok baby. But remember that is kind of personal information." She said as she pulled her head away from my shoulder and looked me in the eye. 

"Come on now, don't pout. Give your mommy a kiss." And she put her lips to mine for a tender and chaste kiss. 

She pulled her lips from mine and looked me in the eye for a second before returning her soft lips to mine for a second, but this time, longer lasting kiss. "Now don't you feel better?" she slurred drunkenly.

The kiss was nice, but I felt like chuckling at the way she talked to me. This was a woman that minutes before was sobbing her heart out against my shoulder, and who was even now perched on my lap asking if I felt better. 

But, I didn't laugh; I fell into the play-acting of the moment and said meekly, "Yes mommy, it made me feel all better."

She smiled brightly at me and responded, "Mommy kisses always make the hurt go away. Now don't they?"

"Yes they do mommy. Can I have another one?" I asked still playing the roll of a child.

"Yes of course you can." She said brightly and she leaned in and placed another soft, warm kiss on my willing lips. The kiss wasn't sexual in nature, but it made my lips tingle and my dick twitch.

Mom leaned in and held me close. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. As I held her on my lap and stroked her back, my arm came into inadvertent contact with her firm breasts. It was all I could do to not grope her firm round orbs. The feel of her breasts against my chest and arm made my cock swell uncomfortably full.

Mom's talk about sex and the physical contact of her sitting against me and now on me had kept me in a constant state of arousal ever since we were in the kitchen. My iron hard dick had long since pushed up through the slit in my boxers, and now it was hard as a rock beneath the firm yet resilient flesh of Mom's buttocks. I loved the feel of her ass against my oaken member but I almost felt as if I were about to cum each time she shifted position on my lap.

Mom had to feel the steel rod poised beneath the crack of her ass but she made no mention of it, she just continued to hold me close. Minutes passed in silence, Sarah would shift occasionally on my lap, each movement bringing me a pleasant sensation. 

We held each other close, Mom desperately, but quietly clinging to me. I felt Mom's hot breath on my neck, her breaths coming in soft silence and even softer sighs. Eventually Mom broke the silence and said, "You know what I really hate the most about your father's and my breakup?"

"No Mom, I really don't" I replied almost indifferently. I immediately felt bad about my tone and followed up with, "Tell me." Said in what I meant to be a more interested tone of voice.

"It's the way the people treat me. They treat me like I'm some sort of pathetic soul they have to feel sorry for." She stated flatly. "It's the way they always shut up about their relationships when I come around. I guess they're afraid that I will feel left out if they bring up their marriages. Or they feel that I will feel jealous of their relationships with their lovers if they talk about them in my presence." 

She paused for a second and then said, "I really hate the way they're always trying to set me up with one of their pathetic loser relatives or neighbors. And the way they tend to point out some one and say that I should go out with them because 'they might like me'." She huffed a sigh and finished, "Damn it! I don't need them to feel sorry for me. I felt sorry for myself for too long, I like myself now and I don't need their god damned pity."

"I know how you feel." I agreed without truly understanding.

She lifted her head, looked me straight in the eye and stated, "Someday I'm going to set them back on their heels. I'm going to march into that office with some sexy man on my arm and they're just going to die of envy." 

She laughed loudly, then leaned in and kissed me once more on the lips. She pulled her lips from mine, leaned away from me, looked me blurrily in the eye and asked, "Do you really think that I'm sexy?"

She must have felt my cock straining against the fabric of my jeans and poised to get into her firm ass, so she had some inkling of what I thought of her at that moment. But to humor her I looked her up and down. First gazing into her lovely green eyes, letting my gaze wander over the alabaster skin of her face. Then traveling down the line of her neck across the swells of her breasts, stopping for an instant on her extremely erect nipples before traveling over the shapeless form of her nightshirt across the wet crotch of her panties to her muscular and very shapely legs.

I took as long as I could, allowing my eyes to drink in all of her features, first one way and then taking a slow return trip up her body, finally coming to rest on her eyes once more. The examination seems to have embarrassed her or maybe excited her because when my gaze rested at last on her face, it was a beet red. I looked challengingly into her green eyes and stated softly, "Yes Sarah. Your are a very, very sexy and exciting woman."

She let out a small shriek of glee and hugged me close once more. "Thank you sweetie. That makes me feel so good to be appreciated by you. I want you to always think that I'm sexy."




Blue Velvet Ch. 04



"Yep. You're my sexy momma!" I exclaimed.

We both laughed loudly. Then she looked up at the clock on the wall. 

"Shit! She exclaimed. "I have to get up in three hours."

With that she practically jumped from my lap and stood in front of me. She held out her hand and asked, "Aren't you going to see me to my door?" 

Seeing my blank expression she stated, "A gentleman always sees his date to her door and says good night. You are a gentleman aren't you?"

"Sure I am." I stated and I took her hand and rose to my feet.

Looking me up and down she must have been able to see the massive bulge in my groin but she seemed to choose to ignore that, ran her hand over my muscular arm and stated simply, "My you're getting big."

"Yep, guess your right young lady." I said as a response.

Still holding my hand she unsteadily led the way out of the living room and down the hall to her room. When we got to her door she said, "Well here we are."

I said almost comically, "Looks like a mighty nice place Sarah. You live here long."

Suppressing a drunken giggle she responded, "Too long maybe, it isn't much but it's home."

"That's what counts." I responded automatically.

"I would invite you in, but I have to get up early." She apologized.

"No problem." I said repressing a chuckle. Then I said, "I hope that you don't think that I'm too forward, but I sure would like to kiss you good night."

She appeared to think on that for a second before replying, "Ok, but just a kiss."

She stepped forward and placed her arms around my neck. I ran my arms around her waist and pulled her body tight against mine. She lifted he face and I brought my lips to hers. Our lips melted in a warm yet platonic kiss. It was a kiss that one would say held promise of things to come if it hadn't been between mother and son.

She pulled her lips from mine and I could see that her skin was flushed again, perhaps still. I gazed into her sea green eyes for an instant before placing my lips to hers once more. We held that kiss for a few seconds before we pulled apart. 

Sarah put her head on my shoulder and I felt her lips softly kiss my neck. I pulled her tightly against me and kissed her lightly on her ear while my rock hard cock pushed insistently against her groin.

"That feels good." She said softly, not letting me know if she meant the pressure of my erect member against her soft flesh of the soft touch of my lips to her ear.

After half a minute or more we finally stepped apart. Standing just inches apart Sarah placed her hand on my arm, gently squeezed and said plaintively, "Call me." Before she turned and opened the door to her room.

I watched mutely as she stepped through her door into her darkened room. Once inside the room she turned on the light and turned to close the door behind her. The last thing that I saw of her was the pursing of her lips as she threw me a kiss followed by the mouthed words, "I love you."

For some reason I stood in front of her door for a matter of seconds before I moved off to my own room. Once there I stripped to my boxers, grabbed a hand-towel from my bathroom and went to bed to jack off. This was the second time this week that I had to masturbate, which was very unusual, but this whole play acting thing with Mom had got me so worked up that if I didn't beat my meat I was going to have a serious case of blue balls.

I climbed into bed and turned off the light. I checked the clock next to the bed to make sure that the alarm was set and rolled over to stroke myself off.

My dick is a full eight inches and nearly two inches across; it was a delight for the ladies and a handful for me tonight. I let my mind wander, there was no need to prime it, as it was already very hard and more than ready to go. 

As I stroked my mind went from fantasy to fantasy until one filled my entire being causing me to shoot spurt after spurt of cum into the towel in my hand until I was totally drained and ready for sleep. I tossed the hand towel toward my dirty clothesbasket and considered my latest fantasy, it sort of disturbed me, although not as much as it probably should have. 

Tonight my mother had been the object of my erotic fantasy for what is probably the first time in my life, and her fantasy mouth had been the receptacle of the semen in my fevered passion. Shrugging it off I turned over and immediately went to sleep.



Blue Velvet Ch. 05



About an hour later I was awakened by the sound of my bedroom door opening and closing. That sound was followed by the sensation of someone lifting the blankets of my bed and climbing in next to me. The scent of my mother filled my nostrils as she spooned up next to me. She draped her arm across my body, pressing her soft breast against my back, and seemingly passed immediately into sleep.

As I said earlier, this was a common occurrence in our house, sometimes I felt like a husband without the benefits of having sex. But most of the time it really didn't bother me, I loved my mother dearly and I really loved the companionship in bed too. We were like an old married couple sleeping back to back in a queen-sized bed. 

It was entirely platonic and it was kind of sweet in a way, but it sure was could be embarrassing on those mornings that I woke up with a raging hard on and I had to slip out of bed without Mom seeing my boner. Or like the other morning when I found her cuddled up to me with my naked dick stroking between the cheeks of her soft ass.

I just hoped that I didn't roll over in the throes of a wild dream and actually ram my dick into her cunt while she was asleep. I am sure that would jolt her out a sound sleep, and it might be really hard to explain.

With her breath soft against the back of my neck I passed into a sound sleep only to be awakened again, a couple of hours later, by the sound of the shower in my bathroom. I cracked open my eyes and looked toward the bathroom door. The frosted glass doors to my shower were directly in front of the door to the bathroom. The door was open, the light was on, and I could make out the faint outline of my mother washing herself in the shower.

Mom had just recently begun to use my shower in the mornings that she woke up in my room. Up till just a few weeks ago she had used the shower in her room all the time, but now she had even begun to bring her soap in so that she could have it to use. I just hope that she didn't bring any of her makeup in. That would be hard to explain if I had a lady visitor over for the night. 

I watched her body through the frosted glass of the shower door; she looked like a colored shadow. There were no details but even in profile through the glass her body looked delectable. When she bent to wash her legs her breasts became visible in profile, I loved the way they swayed as she scrubbed her skin. Then she straightened up to put the soap into the dish, turned off the water, slid the shower door open, and leaned out to grab a towel. As she stepped to the door her naked body came into view.

Although Mom occasionally shared my room, seeing her naked was not a typical occurrence. In fact I couldn't remember the last time that I had seen her totally undressed. It had probably been two or three years ago when I was trying to spy on my Aunt Delilah at one of our family reunions. 

We were staying at this rustic camp for the weekend gathering. The place was like a summer camp tucked way back in the woods of the Missouri Ozarks. Each family had a private cabin or tent like structure complete with kitchenettes and multiple bedrooms. Everything was pretty modern but the showers and toilets were in separate buildings, one for the men and one for the women. These bathhouses were pretty basic structures with the toilets in open areas and the showers set up in stalls like you see in the MASH TV show. The lower part of the walls were made of plywood while the upper four feet of the wall was just window screen attached to the two by four studs.

It didn't take me long to figure out that I might be able to get a good view of my voluptuous Aunt Delilah or one of my nubile cousins in the nude if I hung out with my binoculars near the bathhouse. It took even less time to get some nice peeping done, but the object of my desires didn't make her appearance until well into the weekend.

The evening of our second day there, I finally saw Aunt Delilah heading toward the bathhouse with her bath towel in hand. I was wearing my binoculars under the pretense of going nature watching so I was already prepared.

I raced down a little used path that I had discovered and snuck up behind the women's bathhouse just as my quarry entered and began to disrobe. I lay down behind a fallen log and trained my binoculars on the screen covering the upper part of the frame walls. 

I couldn't see much in the gloom of the shower area, just shadowy movement as she dropped her robe from her shoulders and hung it up on the hook next to the shower stall. I adjusted the field glasses and zoomed in tighter on her shadowy form.

As she turned back toward the shower, all I could see a pair of breathtaking breasts in faint profile. The breasts jiggled faintly as she turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. When she was satisfied with the water temperature she stepped beneath the showerhead with her back to me and she let the warm water wash over her body. 

Once she was actually in the shower the light was better. The shower stall she was in was on the corner so she was well illuminated from at least two angles. 

The light poured over her alabaster skin, illuminating her shapely back and occasional allowed me a brief glimpse of her swaying breasts as she lathered soap into her hair. 

My cock was hard as a rock by then. I unzipped my pants and began to slowly stroke my rigid meat as I watched. It was hard to keep the field glasses steady as I masturbated so I focused my field glasses on a single point, her back and swaying breasts. 

As I stroked my now steel hard rod she lifted her hands to her hair and scrubbed vigorously. The scrubbing caused her breasts to sway deliciously and increased my heat to an otherwise unheard of level. She leaned her head under the water spray and rinsed the soap from her hair and then slowly turned to face me.

She turned slowly around until the sight of her massive tits filling my lenses made me gasp in awe. They were big and firm with long, firm nipples surrounded by half dollar sized dark brown aureole. I stroked faster as I gazed in wonder at her massive fruits.

She lathered up a washcloth and rubbed soap across her impeccable skin. I watched lustily as the lovely wench slowly washed her voluptuous body. My body burned with desire, my mind blurred in lust. 

I stroked my meat while I watched her run her soapy hands over those huge tits and then rinse her body beneath the torrent of water gushing from the showerhead. She arched her body and allowed the warm water to cascade over her hard body and caress her voluptuous curves. 

I moved my lens over her form as I brought myself to completion. It finally came to rest on her fair face just as a stream of cum erupted from my rock hard cock. 

As semen shot unrestrained from my tortured member I saw, to my shock and surprise, that the shapely body I had in my view was not my Aunt Delilah. Instead it turned out to be my mother. 

I was somewhat mortified by the realization that I had been spying on Mom and not Aunt Dee. I automatically and somewhat irrationally dove for cover even as cum continued to spurt from my dick. 

I lay there in the cover of the fallen log until I heard the slamming of the screen door to the bathhouse before I rose from the cover of the log and headed down the trail toward camp and the men's bathhouse to clean up.

I had only traveled twenty-five or thirty feet when I came face to face with Aunt Dee. She was leaning against a tree smoking a cigarette. "Been spying on your momma I see." She said with a devious grin.

"Nnnnno, nnnot really." I stammered in response.

She took a long drag from her smoke and exhaled slowly as she said softly, "I can't say that I blame you, she is a majestic animal." Then she looked intensely into my eyes and said, "If you don't want her to find out you're a mother peeping pervert, here's the deal." And she commenced to set out her demands to keep her quiet, but that is another story entirely.

I hadn't seen Mom nude since then. Lately she had become less restrained with her dress, even running down the hall in just her bra and underwear a time or two when she was in a hurry to get some coffee in the mornings. But she was not one to move around the house in her altogether when I was around.

Needless to say, Mom's body was just as majestic as I remembered it to be. Her breasts were stunningly large. They were more than a handful, maybe more than two handfuls and she carried them firm and high for a woman of thirty-seven. Her slim waist and her flat stomach accentuated her tits and made them seem even more majestic. 

When she stepped from the shower and turned away from me to dry the front of her body I got a good view of her heart shaped ass, her brick red bush, and a nicely tapered pair of muscular and altogether captivating legs.

She turned back toward me and ran the towel over her body, stopping to fluff the hair covering her vagina before dropping the towel to her side. The hair on her pussy was lush and full. The color was actually just a shade lighter than that of the hair on her head.

I watched as she lifted her arms and wrapped the towel around her head and reached for her robe on the hook next to the door. She wrapped the robe around her body and walked into the bedroom. I immediately closed my eyes and feigned sleep.

Mom walked across the room to the bed. She stood next to me for a moment before she leaned over to kiss me on the fore head. 

I pretended that she had just awakened me. I groaned softly and rolled over slowly coming to rest on my back just in time to see the robe fall open, exposing her magnificent globes and hairy cunt to my gaze at an eye popping close range. 

I stared wide-eyed at Mom's immaculate body for the second or two that she stood exposed before me. Her large breasts were as impressive up close as they had been from across the room, however from inches away the very erect nipples looked out-and-out deadly in their hardness.

She waited a beat before she grabbed the robe and closed it up muttering loudly, "Oops sorry."

Shaking my head I muttered lamely, "Hey no problem."

She stood up and slowly buttoned her housecoat. As she secured the buttons I could still see some of her body through the slit, sort of like the old Marilyn Monroe picture where the coat was partly open and was held only at the collar. As she buttoned the coat she looked at me curiously, as if expecting a different response or something. 

When the housecoat was totally secured, and her nude body was sheltered from my view, she leaned over toward the bed and reached down to playfully tousle my hair.

"What time do you have to get to work sweetheart?" She asked.

"Not till noon." I replied drowsily.

"Ok." She responded. "Do you want me to set the alarm?"

"No." I replied, "It's already set babe."

"Ok baby. " She replied as she walked to the bathroom and extinguished the light. "I love you." She said softly as she moved from the bathroom to the door to my room. 

I heard the door open and then click closed. Within seconds I sound asleep again.

I stumbled out of bed around ten in the morning. Unsteadily I made my way from the bedroom to the kitchen. Mom had left the better part of a pot of coffee for me. I snatched a cup from the cupboard and filled it before venturing toward the kitchen table. I put the cup down and gingerly lowered myself into a chair. I am not a morning person and it usually takes me at least two cups of coffee before I am ready to meet the day.

I finished the first cup of coffee and got up to refill my cup when I noticed a note taped to the cupboard above the coffee pot. 

The note was in Mom's hand writing of course and it read, "I had a wonderful time last night and I wanted to know if we could do it again tonight." And it was signed simply Mom. 

I gazed at the note for a minute or more and I had to wonder what part of last night she wanted to revisit.

"Oh well." I thought to myself, "In for a penny, in for a pound." Last night was actually pretty fun. I very much enjoyed the role-playing. And Mom really seemed to come out of her shell and get into the swing of things. Hell, tonight just might be even more fun for the both of us. Besides I had no plans for tonight anyway.

I refilled my cup and sat down again at the table to contemplate my existence so to speak. Today it actually took four cups of coffee to get me going, "I must have been worn out by all the dancing." I thought out loud.

The sound of my own voice in the silent house finally stirred me to action and I rose and retrieved my work clothes from my bedroom closet. I slipped on my uniform and recounted the events and conversations of the previous evening. It was a bit confusing and at the same time exciting in its portent. I smiled to myself and lifted the fifth and final cup of coffee to my lips.

I took a sip from the Luke warm coffee and thought to myself, "Damn, I need to call Mom."

I took the phone from its cradle and called Mom's office. The phone rang twice and was answered by a cheerful and obviously young voice, "Good morning, Stevens Insurance Agency. How may I direct your call?"

"I need to speak to Sarah Howland." I said quickly.

"And whom may I say is calling?" She inquired.

I was about to say simply, "Her Son." But then I remembered what she had said last night and thought that this might be a good time to pull a little joke on all concerned. "Just tell her it's her date from last night. She'll know who your talking about."

"Ok." She replied and I could hear her tell Mom over the intercom what I had said.

A second passed and then I heard Mom come on the line, "Hello baby. How are you feeling this morning?" She said lightly.

I could tell from the faint echo in the phone that she had been busy and put me on speakerphone so she could work while we talked. 'This is going to be even better.' I thought to myself and I said, "I'm doing just fine sweetheart. But I'd be doing even better if I hadn't found you gone when I woke up this morning." I paused a beat for effect before continuing, " I was hoping for a little morning delight to kick start my day, if you know what I mean."

There was a moment of silence on the line and I was afraid that I had gone too far but then Mom came back on the speakerphone and said, "I certainly know what you mean, and I'm sorry to have disappointed you baby. Maybe I can make it up to you tonight and maybe tomorrow morning too."

I replied lasciviously, "Oooh momma. Sounds like a great idea to me. I just hope that I'm up to it. You're one mean momma between the sheets." I could hear titters in the background as the girls in Mom's office 'accidentally' overheard this conversation.

"I'm sure you will be baby. You're not half bad yourself." She paused for a moment and I could hear her say to her coworkers, "Go back to work." 

I said next, "How about we make it a night on the town tonight? I figure a little dining and a lot of dancing just might put you in the mood."

"Hell baby, you know I'm always in the mood where you're concerned." She said in a low sultry voice.

I said, "Ok, how about eight or so at your place?"

"Sounds good to me. Where do you have in mind to go?" She asked in a sultry voice and then continued, " A girl needs to be dressed appropriately you know"

"I don't know." I said. "I was thinking of a dark place with a little hot disco and a lot of cold margaritas for my sweet lady." I paused as if thinking then concluded, "I guess that we'll just have to play it by ear and see what comes our way doll."  

Mom replied in the same warm voice, "Oooh, that sounds like a good time to me, and by the way you might just want to bring your tooth brush and a change of clothes with you because I think we just might make a weekend of it."

"Ok sweetheart, love ya." I replied as I prepared to hang up.

"I love you too." She responded and the line went dead.

That little conversation got my heart pounding even though it was all in fun. Mom really was getting into this role-playing thing and I hoped that she was having as much fun with it as I was. But I had to keep reminding myself that it was all in fun as I continued to contemplate our date of this night.

I finished pulling on my uniform and headed out the door. Today I decided to drive my Ford station wagon to work. 

It was a seventy-two Ford Country Squire that I had picked up for a song a couple of months ago. The folks that had owned it previously were an older couple that were buying one of those little foreign jobs and wanted to get rid of the wagon because it used too much fuel. 

They had brought it in to the station to have it checked out before they unloaded it. I had taken one look at the boat and fell in love with it. When they told me they were going to sell it I asked how much. The price that they gave me was way too low for a car of this quality, but I wasn't going to tell them that.

I knew that I didn't have enough cash to swing the deal myself so I excused myself and went into the office and called Mom. I told her about the deal, she asked me how much it was really worth, I told her and the figure made her whistle and exclaim, "This would be a really good deal for you then."

I said, "Yeah, it's a down right steal."

She responded, "Ok, I'll loan you the money, but you have to repay me in six weeks, with interest."

I said, "Fine by me."

She responded, "Ok then, go and write them a check for it and I'll deposit a check into your account first thing in the morning to cover it." 

I walked into the lube bay, pulled out my checkbook and said, "Ok, how much was it you wanted for this old boat?"

I fired up the wagon and drove to work. Jim was there when I arrived; he was sitting in the office smoking a cigarette while he read an article in the latest playboy.

"How's it going?" I asked as I walked into the smoke filled office.

"Slow." He replied simply.

"Good." I responded as I reached for my coveralls.

Jim looked up from his reading and said, "Oh yeah, George came in for his check this morning and he said thanks for taking his shift the other night. He said that he'd for sure be in here at six to take over for you tonight." 

"Sounds good to me." I replied. "I have a hot date tonight."

"Ya going out with Peggy Sue?" Jim asked without looking up.

I replied, "Naw. An old friend is in town for a while and I'm showing her a good time."

"A good time eh?" Jim snorted in response. "I hope she is showing you a good time too."

"The best." I lied as I zipped up my coveralls.

"Oh yeah, before I forget. Peggy Sue dropped by this morning on her way to work and told me to have you call her." Jim said dismissively.

Turning toward the door to the garage I had to smile at Jim's tone of voice when he talked about Peggy. Jim didn't like Peggy and I am pretty sure it's because she shot him down some time or other. After I had gone out with Peggy a couple of times Jim had said in his best Darth Vader voice, "Be careful Luke. I think she has gone over to the dark side." The dark side was what Jim called girl on girl love.

Actually Peggy was a bisexual by nature and inclination. She liked to call it "being a little different", but it all amounted to the same thing and for me it made everything even more exciting. We had done our first threesome the second time we went out. 

I had taken her out drinking as a duo and we had ended up going home to her place as a trio. The girl, Sandra I think, had said it was her first time with a woman, but she seemed pretty at home with her face buried between Peggy's thighs and my dick up her ass. 

"Ok." I said with a smile, "I'll call her when I get time."

I walked out to the garage area and picked up where I had left off last evening, rebuilding some carburetors for the garage down the street. We had a trade off arrangement with them, they sent us work that they didn't have the time or the expertise to do and we sent them over flow work, or repair work that was too big for us to handle here in our small shop area.




Blue Velvet Ch. 05



Time passed pretty quickly because in what seemed like a few minutes Jim was walking up to me and singing, "Peggy Sue, oh Peggy Sue. Peggy Sue's on the phone for you, dear Peggy Sue."

I had to laugh at that and I looked up at the clock and realized that it was almost four in the afternoon. How had four hours flown by so quickly, "Must be the cleaning solvent." I chuckled to myself.

I wiped my hand on a shop rag and went to the phone. "Hey Peg, what's cookin?" I said cheerfully.

"Not much." She said flatly. "I thought that you would have called me by now." She continued in a miffed tone of voice.

"I was going to but I got tied up with some work." I said quickly.

"That sounds like fun, can I come down and see?" She responded.

Being dense today I inquired, "See what?"

"See you tied up of course." She responded humorously. "I always love to see a hung man all trussed up and ready for the whip." She laughed at that and I could hear her say something to somebody else at the other end of the phone line, "Yeah, well wait your turn ass hole. I'll be with you when I'm done here."

"You must be at work." I said.

"Yeah Sonny is having a disco night tonight and a DJ is here installing all his shit. Ya ought to come up and see, it really is kind of neat to see." She said before giving somebody at the other end a big raspberry.

"Yeah it's about time for my lunch any way. Why don't you put on a burger for me and I'll be right over." I said casually.

"Will that be a regular burger or a fur burger?" She asked lasciviously. "You have your choice ya know."

"How about an order of both." I said with a chuckle. "I think I might have time for one of each today."

"Mmmm." She purred. "That kind of talk makes me tingle." 

"Makes me hungry.' I said. "See ya in five." And then I hung up the phone and began to pull off my coveralls.

I covered the short walk to Sonny's in not much more than a minute. As I approached the front door I noticed a banner over the front of the building. It was probably four feet by twelve feet in size and it read, "Tonight at Sonny's Bar and Grill," on the top line and below that "Boogie Knights Disco Extravaganza." "Well I'll be damned." I muttered to myself.

I pushed through the doors and walked into the gloom of the bar. Putting myself on autopilot I headed toward the bar almost stumbling over a table that was in a spot where open space generally presided. "Who the hell moved the furniture?" I fussed.

"You can blame Boogie Knight over there." I heard Peggy exclaim from the gloom.

"That's Bob." I heard an exasperated voice call out from the direction of the dance floor.

"Ok, Boogie Bob then." I heard Peggy say with sarcastic whit.

Off to my left I heard a low mumble of, "Dumb fucking blonde."

My eyes had accustomed to the soft gloom of the bar by that time and I continued my trek to the bar. "How ya doing stud?" Peggy inquired as I reached the bar.

"Just fine. And even better now that I'm here with you." I gushed unnecessarily.

"You're such a bull shitter." She quipped as she practically crawled onto the bar to give me a peck on the lips. "But a girl loves to hear things like that anyway." She finished as she slid back behind the bar.

Peggy pulled two shot glasses from the shelf and grabbed the bottle of Cuervo Gold from the well. As she filled the glasses she said, "I've missed you."

I picked up my shooter and said, "Sure you have. You've got so many guys crawling over you that I should probably sell tickets."

I raised my glass to her in a salute and tossed it back. She followed and both shot glassed came back down on the bar at practically the same time.

"That hurts." She said in mock solemnity as she filled the glasses once more. "You know that you're the only guy in my life." She finished as she lifted her glass in a salute.

I lifted my drink and tossed it back, "Arrrg!' I groaned fiery liquor coursed down my throat. "God I love ta-kill-ya!" And I slammed my glass down on the bar in concert with Peggy's.

"Ya want another?" she asked as she brandished the bottle once more.

"Maybe later." I replied. "I have to go back to work and I don't want to fall asleep on the workbench. That might look bad." I paused for a second and looked up and down the bar before asking, "Where's my burger?"

"Right here." Peggy said with a grin as she rubbed her crotch.

"Well bring it here baby." I stated while patting my hand on the bar.

Peggy grinned at me and unfastened her pants, lowering them and her underwear until I had an unobstructed view of the dark hair covering her pussy. She licked her lips as she ran her finger into the sweltering slit of her cunt. I could see the hand move against her cunt lips as she stirred her sweltering twat with her tender finger.

She slowly pulled her hand away from her fiery twat and lifted her finger to her soft lips. Staring at me wantonly, she slowly ran her honey-covered finger between her sweet lips, sucking on it like she was sucking on a candy cane.

After cleansing her digit of her salty juices she pulled it from her mouth and returned it to her cunt. Once again she stirred it around her juice filled slit. Pulling it from her twat she lifted it in my direction and offered it to me. I leaned over the bar and took the tender digit between my lips and joyously cleansed it of the salty and pungent juices from Peggy's succulent slash.

I pulled my mouth from her finger, smacked my lips appreciatively and said, "That was a great appetizer. Now where is the main course?" 

"Right here lover." Peggy exclaimed as she pushed her pants to the floor, kicked them free of her legs, and climbed onto the bar.

Peggy put one foot an either side of me, spread her legs, and pushed her pussy out as her legs straddled my body. "It's dinner time stud. Momma needs a good licking." She said as she put her right hand behind my head and guided my unresisting lips to he sweltering snatch.

I ran my tongue into the thick thatch of dark hair covering Peggy's well-used cunt. Her pubic hair was already moist with her juices and I licked the drops of her fluid from her silken hair before plunging my tongue deep within her slit.

Peggy's snatch already flowed with her succulent liquid; I ran my tongue deep into the upper part of her burning slot, lapping at the moist pungency of her hot wet pussy. I slid my tongue along the rim of her swollen labia, feeling her shudder as I avidly massaged her cunt with my long tongue.

"Oh my god! That damn slut is crazy. I got to get out of here!" I heard Disco Bob exclaim from behind us.

"You're just jealous." I heard Peggy gasp dreamily.

"Not of him baby." Bob replied. "I don't swing that way doll. Now if he wants a little licking I would gladly do that for him."

"How about that stud? You want Bobby boy to suck on your big Johnson? Might be fun for ya." She asked softly.

I pulled my face from Peggy's sweet snatch and said, "Thanks for the offer Bob. I just don't swing that way." Then I pushed my face once more into the wet mass of dense pubic hair between Peggy's luscious thighs.

"That's alright bud." Bob replied. "I think that I'll just sit her and watch anyway."

"Knock your self out." Peggy responded dreamily.

I ran my tongue down her sweltering slit until my lips found her firm clit. I took the firm little dick between my lips and sucked on it eagerly while running my tongue over its sensitive tip. I felt her quiver beneath my frantic attention. I could hear her catch her breath and let out a loud carnal moan, "Mmmmmph, unnnngh, unnnngh. She gasped as she lifted her ass off the bar and pushed my head down even harder against her tender and pungent pussy.

In the background I heard Disco Bob let out a guttural moan, "Mmmmmph, oh god, Uuungh!" and I figured without looking that he was jerking off to our show.

I pulled my face from Peggy's pulsating pussy and stood up. I pushed the bar stool back and turned toward Peggy.

Peggy sat there on the bar; legs still spread wide eyes closed and chest heaving. I put my hands under her ass lifted her light form from the bar and transferred her limp body to the barstool. 

Keeping her steady with my left hand I reached down with my right hand and unfastened my trousers. I let the pants drop to the floor with a thud and pushed my boxers down exposing the throbbing meat of my eight-inch, iron hard cock. 

I stroked my stiff rod a couple of times and heard a gasp from the direction of Bugger Bob. Ignoring him I moved forward placed the head of my crank against slick labia of Peggy's sweltering snatch and with a single thrust buried my staff inside her already well lubed snatch. 

Peggy gasped as I bottomed out within her. I felt the head of my mighty meat snug against her cervix. 

Coming to life Peggy wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face to hers. Sticking her tongue out she ran the tip around my lips, lapping up the juices of her joy box before finally thrusting it between my unresisting lips.

Our lips melted together, fusing into a squirming mass of sensual flesh. I sucked enthusiastically on Peggy's tongue as she tongued my mouth like she was tonguing a delectable snatch. The thought that a woman was maybe making believe that she was doing another woman as she eagerly kissed him might have intimidated another man. 

Personally I have always found that exciting and exhilarating. What she is fantasizing about is really immaterial as long as it is my body that is creating the sensations that sparks those fantasies.

As we kissed I began to stroke my firm flesh in and out of Peggy's hot sensuous snatch. The feel of her wet flesh sliding over my rigid wand made my whole body tingle. I picked up my speed and soon my flesh was slapping against hers with a furious beat. 

Peggy pulled her mouth from mine, tilted it back with her eyes still closed and let out an animal cry, "Oh my god! Unnnngh, fuck me hard you stinking bastard, oomph, Mmmmmph!" 

I felt her body quiver against me as she continued to scream, "Unnnngh, god damn, humph, shit, fuck, mmmmmph, uuuuunph, uuungh." Then she fell silent but for the grunts that my bottoming out inside of her rather shallow and tight twat elicited.

I continued to pump my steely rod into her sweltering snatch for just a few more minutes before I felt my balls begin to tingle and I knew that my cum would soon turn her wet cunt into a cream filled fissure. 

The burn of my white-hot seed spread up the length of my massive cock and I exploded onto her searing hole. As I furiously came I continued to pound my hard dick into her limp body. I shot rope after rope of cum into her tight hot slash until I was empty and dry.

My dick still trembling, I stood there with my cock still embedded in her delectable body and pulled her tighter against me to place a hot kiss on her limp and sweat covered lips.

Peggy responded weakly as my lips touched hers in a tender kiss. I pushed my tongue between her unresisting lips and she sucked on it softly. We stood there with my lips to hers until my cock grew flaccid enough to plop uselessly from her cream filled cunt.

Making sure that she was able to support herself I pulled back from Peggy's limp body and reached down to pull up my clothes. As I fastened my trousers I looked over at Bob and saw the poor fool covered with his own cum, licking frantically at his semen-covered hand.

"Damn I wish you were gay!" He exclaimed loudly. "I'd love to have that hard rod stuffed up my willing ass."

"Sorry bud, I still don't swing that way." I replied not unkindly.

He looked over at Peggy and asked me, "Do you think that she'd mind if I sucked your' cum out of her cunt? I never ate a woman before, but I'd do it to slurp up your seed."

"That's up to her boss." I replied simply before continuing, "Right now the only thing that I want to think about eating is a nice medium rare burger."

I moved away from the very relaxed Peggy and stepped behind the bar. I lifted a warming cover and found a stack of precooked burgers. They weren't medium rare, but they were food. I took one of the patties and put it on a bun, grabbed a plate and began to build a meal.

A burger with condiments and a bag of chips made my meal. I took the plate and walked from behind the bar to find Disco Bob face down in Peggy's wet, white dripping twat. The slurping and moaning of Bob's oral servicing of Peg served as a serenade to my luncheon. 

The meal was satisfying if not tasty. After I finished I took my plate to the sink and prepared to leave. As I passed the Peggy I stopped to kiss her on the lips and slip a twenty into her bra.

"Are you going to be here tonight?" She asked softly.

"Yeah. But I have an old family friend that is going to be with me." I said regretfully.

"A woman?" She asked curiously, her interest apparently piqued.

"Yep." I responded.

"Well maybe we can make a threesome of it then." She said as her body quivered beneath Bob's questing tongue.

"Maybe." I said noncommittally as I watch Peggy put her hand to the back of Bob's head and push his face tighter against her twat.

I chuckled as I walked toward the door. As I opened the door and walked out into the parking lot I thought to myself, "It looks like Peggy has turned that boy around." And I walked out.

The rest of the day went rather smoothly. I finished my work and left for home around six. I found myself lost in great anticipation all the way home. I was more anxious than I wanted to admit to myself to get home and get ready for my date with Sarah. 



Blue Velvet Ch. 06



I walked in the front door and said, "Hey Mom, I'm home!"

"I'm not quite ready Dear. Get yourself ready and I'll be out in a minute." She called from down the hall.

I stopped next to Mom's door and tried the knob. It was locked; it wasn't like Mom to lock her door. As I started to walk away I heard her voice coming from her room. "You can't see me till I'm ready. Now shoo and get yourself even more handsome than you normally are. I want to be on the town with the sexiest and most handsome man around."

I laughed at that statement and replied, "In that case I'll need a few hours to get ready." And I walked on down the hall to my room.

I shucked off my clothing and tossed them into the basket with all my other dirty clothes. Then I walked into the shower and started the hot water running. The sound of the shower brought back memories of this morning with my mother naked in the bathroom and me watching from my bed. 

My cock began to harden at the memory of her luscious appearance, and unconsciously I began to knead it with my calloused hand. I closed my eyes while I slowly stroked and for a few seconds I was absorbed in a much too realistic fantasy.

In this brief fantasy my mother stepped out of the steamy shower. She was completely nude save for a towel wrapped around her hair. She reached for her robe, draped it casually over her shoulders, and then turned to see me gawking at her loveliness.

She smiled a broad inviting smile as she turned completely toward me. We looked into each other's eyes for a second and then her intense gaze moved from my face to my body. Her eyes traveled over my chest and stomach before stopping to stare transfixed at my now very rigid member. 

Her tongue flicked across her lips and she took a tentative step toward me. As she moved nearer to me she reached down and gently took my rigid staff in her soft, wet hand. "Mmmm, I think you want me." She stated softly. 

As I was about to reply she suddenly vanished and I was left very alone in my bathroom stroking my now very rigid appendage. Feeling vaguely unsettled by the vision that I had just experienced I took several deep breathes and shook my head slowly to clear the mind.

I stuck my hand under the showerhead and then turned on the cold to make a comfortable mix for my shower. Stepping into the shower I lathered up and washed off all the grime, grease, and semen from today's adventures. 

As I washed my hair I could have sworn that I heard my bedroom door open and close. I rinsed the soap out of my eyes and put my face against the frosted glass of the shower stall, I saw nothing going on in my room so I went back to my shower and soon I was clean as a whistle.

After the shower I shaved and put on my Mother's favored after shave, then I stepped into the bedroom and started getting dressed. I pulled my boxers out of the drawer, fished out a pair of socks too, and tossed them on the bed. Then I went to the closet to get my party clothes out. They weren't much, but they got me by.

When I opened the door I got quite a surprise. There, hanging next to my old duds was a brand new suit, and not just any brand new suit. It was a burnt orange Italian cut three-piece suit just like the one I was looking at when Mom and I went to the mall just a week or two ago. 

Pinned to the collar of the suit coat was a note. The note read, "Thanks for the call this morning. It got all the girls in the office chattering. They think that you are some debonair stranger that I met at the disco last night. I told them about our night out, but I didn't bother to tell them that you were my son though. Aren't I wicked? I know that you wanted this suit and didn't think we could afford it. Well I think that we can't afford not to get it. I was thinking all day of how handsome you looked in the suit and so I stopped at the mall and picked it up for you on the way home. I hope you like it." I looked at the suit and then back at the note it was signed, "Your Best Girl, Sarah" Below the signature was a P.S., it read, "I also got a shirt for you, I hope you like it too." 

I took the suit out of the closet and pulled the plastic off of it. Then I unwrapped the shirt and lay it out on the bed. I pulled the trousers on and they fit almost perfectly. I put on the shirt, tucked it into the waistband of the trousers and turned to look at myself in the mirror. I looked like some pop star or something. I put on the vest and adjusted the back before slipping on the jacket. The suit felt perfect on me and made me feel like somebody very special. 

I turned to the mirror and looked at myself. I flipped the collar of the shirt out over the collar of the suit jacket and turned first one and then the next. I almost couldn't believe that it was I standing there. They say that the clothes make the man and if that is true these clothes made me a pop star.

I sat down on the edge of my bed and slipped on my platform shoes. Then standing up I looked at myself again, "Hey, you look pretty sharp." I said to the stranger in my mirror.

I went back into the bathroom and brushed my hair and teeth before heading for the door to my room. I opened the door and stepped out in the hall where I got the shock of my life.

Standing in the hall next to my mother's room was a beautiful young woman dressed in a very revealing black disco dress. 

The dress was practically off the shoulder with spaghetti straps and a very low cut bodice that revealed a broad expanse of shoulder and swelling cleavage. The dress itself ended in what was called a handkerchief hem I think and fell to just below the knees. Below the hem were revealed a very shapely pair of legs ending in a pair of delicate feet encased in a pair of black high heels. 

Traveling back up her shapely body I realized that she had long red hair that was styled off the shoulder and showed off her very sexy neck. I moved my gaze to her face and gazed first at her crimson lips, then her green eyes. 

Looking into her lovely eyes I detected a bright twinkle of amusement that disturbed me for some reason. As I gazed at her in vague consternation, her crimson lips split into a broad smile, exposing a broad expanse of perfect teeth. 

"You act like you don't even recognize me, sweetheart." She said laughingly.

"I almost didn't Sarah." I stammered uncomfortably. "Damn, you're beautiful. Maybe we should stay home so that I can have you all to myself this evening."

Her skin glowed a faint pink of embarrassment and she replied, "Mmmm, that idea is very tempting. But, if we did that I wouldn't be able to show off my handsome and very sexy beau." 

She paused for a second, while she looked me up and down. As she appraised me I thought that I detected a very non-maternal look in her eyes, but I was probably mistaken. Then she continued musingly, "But thank you very much for the compliment and the sentiment baby."

I bowed deeply and replied, "My pleasure my lady." Then I looked her up and down again and said, "But the sentiment is oh so true. Once we're out on the town I am going to have to fight for your attentions. You're going to have so many men hanging around you that you'll probably forget all about me." I faked a frown and then laughed.

"Don't worry baby. You are all the man that I'll need tonight." She said melodiously as she stepped toward me. She stopped inches from me and placed a warm kiss on my lips. "You are so very sweet darling." She said warmly as she turned and put her arm through mine. She pulled her body tight against my arm and walked me down the hall and into the living room.

We stopped in the middle of the room, Mom released her grip on my arm and she said, "Before we go, I want to have one dance alone with my man. That is if you don't mind."

"I would love that." I said thickly.

"Good, so would I. " She said and she walked to the stereo and put on her favorite song.

As Bobby Vinton's voice crooned 'Blue Velvet' Mom walked slowly over to me, put her arms around my neck, and laid her head on my shoulder. My arms wrapped themselves around her thin waist and I pulled her firm body hard against mine as we began to slowly dance around the room.

We danced in silence; both of us lost in our private thoughts. Mom's legs brushed against mine with each movement of our bodies. I heard the soft swish of fabric as our clothes rubbed together. Mom's fingers at my neck danced over the back of my neck and across my shoulders raising goose flesh on my skin and causing me to shiver slightly. 

While we danced my hands moved slowly and almost to the music over the slick fabric of Mom's new dress. I could feel her firm flesh beneath the thin fabric. My left hand coursed over her back and gently kneaded her shoulder blades before slowly sliding down to the small of her back and pulling her tighter against me. 

My right hand moved across her back, finding no sign of a bra strap, before moving slowly downward until it slid past her waist and wandered onto the firm muscles of her buttocks. The flat of my hand pushed lightly on the rounded mass of her taut ass and I found myself grinding my rising lance against Sarah's warm crotch. 

We danced across the floor as my fingers moved in a circle across the firm flesh of her ass and my thumb traced the faint ridge of the waist of her panties. After a few seconds Sarah kissed me lightly on the neck and softly cooed into my ear, "Now don't be fresh darling." 

My fingers reluctantly retraced their path back over Mom's firm ass and found safe haven stroking the firm flesh of her back. "Mmmm, that feels good my beloved." She said softly as she pressed her soft body more tightly against mine and again kissed me lightly on my neck.

I kissed her lightly on her ear. She giggled and said delightedly, "Oooh, that tickles."

The song ended much to soon and she pulled back, looked me in the eyes and leaned forward to plant a warm kiss on my lips. "Thank you my sweet." She stated pleasantly. Then she turned to switch the stereo off.

As she was bent over the stereo she said, "Now what are our plans for tonight sweetheart?"

"I figured that we would go down to Sonny's and see what is happening there." I said casually.

She turned her head toward me and said, "Sonny's? I thought that all they had there was that juke box."

I responded, "Sonny hired a DJ to do disco tonight. He set up a bunch of lights, speakers, you know the whole shebang." Seeing a look of question in her lovely eyes I continued, "If it doesn't work out there we can wander off to some other place. The Disco Depot, just down the street, is a pretty happening place." 

Her eyes brightened and I finished, "Hell, if we want to we can wander around all night, hitting every hot spot in town, and then we can top off a hot night of dancing, drinking, and debauchery by making mad and passionate love on the beach at sunrise."

A look of confusion and surprise crossed her face until she saw a smile grow across my face and I said, "Just kidding!" 

"I almost took you seriously." She said softly.

"Well I guess we could if you wanted to. There wouldn't be anybody around to see us at that time of day." I said with a smile. "It wouldn't be the first time for me in fact." I added mischievously.

"You're a very wicked young man." She said with a wry smile.

"Your beauty brings the lust out in me." I said lasciviously.

I watched the crimson flush climb from her luscious breasts to the top of her head. I smiled at the thought of her embarrassment and said, "Well, we better get going sexy before I toss you down right here, rip your dress off and make mad and passionate love to you!"

She put her hands on her hips in her best wonder woman pose and said severely, "Now look here young man, I may be your date tonight but, I'm still your mother. And don't you forget it."

"How can I forget if you won't let me?" I replied with a chuckle. "Besides, I was just kidding Mom." I concluded, not all together honestly.

I walked to the door, opened it, and held it open. I looked back at Sarah as she stood stock still in the middle of the room with a perplexed look on her face. As if she were mulling something over in her lovely head. I watched her as she shook her head, smiled at me and finally said wistfully, "Yeah, we'd better go lover." 

She turned to the couch, picked up her purse and walked toward me, as she passed me she stopped and gave me a very brief kiss on the lips then moved quickly toward the car. 

As soon as she was across the porch I closed the door and ran to her door on the station wagon to open it. I held the door open like I was her chauffeur and bowed deeply as she stepped past me and sat down on the broad bench seat. 

She swiveled her legs into the car and sat there expectantly. As I was closing the door I noticed that the hem of her dress extended past the edge of the seat so I bent over and moved it up so that it wouldn't get dirty. As I stood back up Mom kissed me on the lips again and said, "Thank you."

I moved around to my side of the car, sat down, started it up and backed out of the drive. We turned onto the street and had just reached the first stop sign when Mom asked, "Would you mind if I sat a little closer to you?"

"Not at all baby." I replied automatically and genuinely, as I was looking both ways before crossing the intersection.

Mom slid quickly across the big bench seat. The sudden contact of her body to mine sort of startled me for a second. I felt the softness of her lovely breast on my arm and turned to look at her for a moment before I lifted my arm to let her move even closer.

She laid her head against my shoulder, looked at me with her soft and alluring green eyes before asking in her most innocent voice, "Are you sure that you can drive with just one hand baby?"

"Oh yes." I assured her softly, "I've had lots of experience."

"Oh I bet you have." She replied almost inaudibly before she placed her hand on my thigh.

The contact was not necessarily sexual in nature, but it was enough to get my skin flushed. Mom seemed to be oblivious to my slight gasp of breath as her fingers touched my leg and she never moved her fingers of her hand as we drove the few miles to the bar. 

The drive to Sonny's took maybe ten minutes. When we drove into the parking lot we found that practically every space was filled. I decided to park the wagon in the service station parking lot instead of the bars', no use getting a scratch on it if I didn't have to. Besides if we decided to make a quick escape I didn't want to take a chance on being blocked in. 

I told Mom what I was going to do and asked if she wanted me to drop her off, then meet her inside. She said, "No. I think I can walk across the street. Besides I don't want to leave you alone for even a minute. Some young gal just might steal you away from me."

As I turned the Ford into the station parking lot I had to shake my head and smile. Mom was really getting into this role-play thing. It was like she truely believed that we were just another girl and a guy out for a night on the town, even the flirtation and veiled references seemed genuine. 

For me it was a new and exciting sort of kink. Mom was one of the sexiest women that I had ever known. When she walked into a room everybody turned to look at her. Men's eyes would pop open in admiration while their mouths would salivate with lust and women would close their eyes while they ground their teeth in envy. 

Being out on a date with my beautiful sexy mother with nobody around us knowing who we were, was a real turn on. I knew that I was always going to be the envy of all the men there. Besides that, there was the forbidden fruit aspect of a relationship, fantasy or not, with my Mom that really made me tingle.

The gentle, almost innocent, kisses and caresses we shared really got my motor running. And if it wasn't for my respect and love for my mother I would definitely put a move on her at the first opportunity. 

I parked the Ford and turned the engine off. Mom slid back across the seat and pulled the sun visor down on the passenger side to check herself out in the mirror. I looked across the seat and watched her intently as she checked her makeup in the mirror. 

She caught me spying and said matter of factly, "I told the woman in the beauty shop that I was going out with a much younger man and to make me look ten years younger." She said as she applied a fresh coat of lipstick. "Do you think she succeeded?"

I gazed at her appraisingly and responded softly, "Yeah, she sure did. You look ten maybe fifteen years younger tonight."

She turned her face toward me and said lightheartedly, "In that case I'm way too young to be out with you. I better watch myself."

"I'd better hope the cops don't catch us. They just might put me in jail for contributing to the delinquency of a minor." I responded in mock seriousness.

Mom threw me a kiss and reached to open her door. "Now, let me open that door for you." I said quickly as I reached quickly for my own door handle.

"I can.." Mom began, and I knew she was going to chide me with, "I can get my own door young man." But, what finally came from her crimson lips was, "Yes dear. I'd love that."

I opened my door and raced around the car to open her side. She turned in the seat, rose regally and stepped back to allow me to close her door. As the door clicked shut we found ourselves face-to-face, mere inches apart. I looked deeply into her green eyes and longed to pull her to me and press my lips to hers like she was any other woman in my world.

She reached out her hands and took both of mine in hers. She continued to look me in the eye and I thought that I could detect small tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. 

Evocatively she said softly, "I don't know if you truly realize how much this night out means to me darling. This is the first time in months, maybe years, that I have felt this truly alive and vibrant." She paused but her eyes remained locked on mine. I saw her swallow and then she continued, "And I have you, my sexy beau, to thank for all of it."

I started to say something but nothing would come out. I just continued to gaze at her for another moment and then leaned over and kissed her softly on her ruby red lips.

The kiss was a bit warmer and longer than I had intended. Our lips remained softly pressed together as the seconds passed. Looking at her I could see that her eyes were closed and I could sense an increase in her breathing.

I reflexively closed my eyes and moved closer, until our bodies were barely touching. As our bodies touched I felt the grip of her hands on mine strengthen and she seemed to lean in toward me. 

My tongue moved between my lips. It was just making contact with her bright red lips and I tasted the first tang of her lipstick. I could have sworn that I felt Sarah's lips parting to allow my tongue passage when I heard off in the distance in my mind. "So that's the old friend you're squiring on the town tonight. She doesn't look old to me."

We both jumped a mile and moved hastily apart. Mom was busily smoothing imaginary wrinkles from her dress as I looked to my right and saw George leaning out the door to the office of the service station looking at us. 

"No she isn't old at all." I replied, "We've just known each other a very long time." I looked back at Mom and smiled before continuing, "And she is very dear to me."

In the light coming from the well-lit building and streetlights I could see Mom flush and she lowered her eyes in embarrassment. She shuffled her feet and ceased fidgeting with her dress before looking up again and gazing in the direction of the voice.

"I thought that I knew all your friends." George continued as he stepped through the door and walked toward us. "But I've never seen this vision of loveliness before, she's much to pretty to be out with an old, ugly, horn dog like you Kenny." He stopped a few feet away from us and bowed deeply toward Mom. "If you ever tire of yon varlet, my lady, come hither to mine castle and I shall whisk you away to delights beyond compare." 




Blue Velvet Ch. 06



We stood speechless for a moment. Mom's jaw dropped, and her mouth worked in vain for an apt reply. I knew that George tended to wax poetic after he had drunk a couple of shots of Jack and judging from the aroma of his breath he had consumed that and a bit more. 

His thing in life was medieval history and he belonged to a group that did reenactments of jousts and things. His favorite word sometimes seemed to be "Huzzah." Which I guess means, hooray or cheers or something of the like.

I said, "Why thank you George. I'll remember to give her your card."

He responded, "You do that man. She looks like a fair damsel that could take pleasure in a night on the town with a refined squire such as myself."

Turning to Mom I said, "Sarah, this is my esteemed coworker George. He tends to rattle on a bit at times but he's a good guy."

Mom smiled and said, "Good to meet you George. I'll keep your offer in mind. Maybe after I am through with this young friend of mine here I'll look you up."

'Cool." George replied. Then quickly shifting gears George turned to me and inquired, "You going over to Sonny's?"

"Yeah." I responded. "I thought that we'd start there anyway. Why?"

"No reason." George began, "It's just that Peggy called earlier for you. She seemed a bit stoned and ran on about Bugger Bob rubbing her raw and that it was entirely your fault." He paused to think a second before concluding, "She told me to tell you something but what she said was pretty much unintelligible and what I think she meant to say is really inappropriate to say in mixed company, if you know what I mean."

I chuckled and said, "Sounds like Peggy." I turned to Mom and explained, "Peggy is a waitress and bartender at Sonny's. She's not a bad gal and she's fun to hang out with, but she likes to get into the sauce and when she does she gets pretty raunchy."

"Fun to hang out with, huh?" Mom said playfully. "I guess I'll have to keep my eye on you when she's around." She continued teasingly.

"And me you." I said with in a jocular tone. "She goes both ways, and I think that she just might like you, a lot." I concluded naughtily. 

"Both ways?" Mom asked blankly. Then her eyes grew wide in recognition and she sputtered, "You don't mean? Oh damn you think that? Jesus Christ!"

George and I both laughed openly and heartily at her consternation. Finally I said to George between bouts of laughter, "I don't think that Sarah swings that way."

"Sounds like you just might be right." George said while wiping tears of laughter from his eye. "Hey, I better get back to work, lots to do here tonight." He chuckled and returned to his night watch in the office of the service station.

I turned to Mom and asked, "You ready to go sexy woman."

"Yeah." She said cautiously as she glanced toward Sonny's. "But you better keep this girl friend of yours off of me tonight."

I put my arm around Mom's waist and led her toward the bar. "Oh don't worry baby. Peggy is a good head. She's just a little different, that's all."

"Are you two dating?" Mom asked in a strange sort of voice as we walked out into the street.

"Yes and no." I said evasively as we walked.

"Are you two intimate?" Mom inquired softly.

Mom had never asked about my love life and I had never offered any details to her either. She knew that I came home very late at night and sometimes very early in the morning. At times I had shown up at the house at noon or later after staying over at some gals place. Her question seemed strange to me but I figured that I should answer it honestly, if without the sordid details.

By this time we were standing directly in front of Sonny's main entrance. I turned to Mom, looked into her limpid green eyes, and for some reason put my hands on her shoulders before replying. "Yes, we are intimate. I've gone out with her a number of times and we are very intimate." 

I could see a little frown start to form and I continued, "It's all just fun and games for me though. If it bothers you we won't go in here tonight. We'll just turn around and head for some other place and we'll have even more fun." 

I continued to look at her sweet face and concluded, "You mean more to me than any other woman in the world and I'd never want to hurt or embarrass you by flaunting any of my past or future relationships in your face." 

She sniffed back a tear and said meekly, "That's so sweet baby. But, I just don't want to get in your way, sexually."

"Sarah." I said as I put my hand to her soft cheek, "You're my date tonight and any other night you might wish. You are now and you always will be the most important woman in my life. But most importantly you are my date tonight, and I never cheat on my dates."

"Never?" She asked.

"Never." I responded before amending my statement by roguishly saying, "Well there have been a few times that there have been threesomes. But I don't think that a threesome is really cheating."

Her eyes went wide in shock as I mentioned threesomes, but she quickly recovered and said mysteriously, "Threesomes huh? I never had one of those. You're going to have to tell me about them sometime." She finished and looked into my eyes with a mischievous gleam in hers.

Her response stunned me for a second but I swiftly recovered and covered my surprise by saying, "Sure, I'll tell you anything you want to know. But it might be more fun to show you."

She laughed self-consciously and retorted, "I don't think that I am quite ready for that right now." 

Then she looked me straight in the eye and said, "But seriously. I don't want to get in your way romantically. If you ever meet someone that you want to be with, even when we are out together like we are right now. Don't hesitate to do something about it. Don't let me ever get in your way, it's not fair to you and I could never forgive myself for it." 

She continued in a much lower voice, "I'll always be there when you return, I hope that you realize that."

I stepped in closer, took her in my arms, and said softly into her ear, "Yes Sarah, I know that and I want you to know that I will always respect and love you."

She held me tight for a second then pushed away and kissed me lightly on the cheek. Then she stepped back to inspect me. Apparently seeing something she reached into her purse and came out with a tissue. She reached up, wiped the lipstick or something from my face before stepping back to inspect me once more. Finally satisfied with my appearance she smiled at me and said exuberantly," Lets get inside and party!"



Blue Velvet Ch. 07



We stepped inside the first door and the doorman said, "Hi Kenny, who's your date?"

"Hi Jack. This is Sarah, an old friend." I replied. 

"She doesn't look old to me." He responded as her looked her up and down. "Can I see some ID young lady?' He asked officiously.

"Sure." Sarah gushed. "I love to show ID. It makes me feel so young when someone asks for it." She continued as she fished in her purse for her wallet.

Gazing at the drivers license Jack intoned, "And your name and address and birth date are?"

Mom happily gave out all the details, even some that Jack never asked. As Jack handed the drivers license he said apologetically, "Sorry, I didn't think that the ID was real. I figured from your looks that you were just some high school kid that Kenny picked up."

"Oooh, thank you!" Mom gushed as she planted a big red kiss on Jacks startled cheek.

Turning a shade of red almost as bright as the lipstick smear on his cheek Jack mumbled self-consciously, "No problem young lady. Just doing my job." Then he turned to me and said, "You better watch this lady Kenny."

As we walked through the inner door I said over my shoulder, "Oh I intend to, I intend to."

The inside was wall-to-wall people. The smoke was so thick that you couldn't even see the far wall and the noise level made conversation almost impossible. I leaned in toward Mom and yelled in her ear, "I've never seen this many people in here before."

She turned to me and said uncomprehendingly, "Huh?"

I laughed and stepped in front of Mom as I pushed through the crowd toward the bar. When we got to the bar I waved at Fred and made a sign for two drinks. Fred gave me thumbs up, put a drink on the bar for a patron and began to build our drinks.

Still trying to shield Mom from the crunch of the crowd I turned to watch the show on the dance floor. 'Looks like we will be lucky to get out there.' I thought to myself. I watched the female dancers crowded together on the floor, gyrating to 'That's The way I Like it' Some were dressed like Mom, but none filled out their dress the way she did. 

I'm told that it's a male thing to compare your date to other available females when you are out on the town or at a party. I don't know if that is a female thing too but I hoped that if Mom were doing the same thing I would be judged favorably.

A hand on my shoulder startled me and I turned around to see that Fred had put our drinks on the bar. Mom was already drinking eagerly from hers and I looked at mine to make sure that I got the right drink tonight. Satisfied that everything was correct I put up both hands and made a writing movement to indicate that these were to go on my tab. Fred mouthed, "OK!" and left to tend to other patrons.

The song ended about that time and Mom leaned in toward me and said playfully, "On your tab huh? You must be important. I'm impressed."

Momentarily embarrassed I quickly recovered and said, "Yeah, if you ever want anything here, just have them put it on my tab."

"I'll have to remember that." She said with a smile.

I turned back to surveying the joint. As me gaze swept the dance area and the milling throng I caught the sight of Peggy sitting by Disco Bob and she was waving. When she saw that I had noticed her she motioned for me to come over.

I got Mom's attention and together we pushed through the mass of bodies toward the DJ's area. When we got there Peggy motioned drunkenly to a pair of chairs and slurred almost incomprehensively, "Been saving those for you, you don't know how hard that is to do tonight, now sit." 

I pulled Mom's chair out and she sat down, then I sat down next to her and directly across from Peggy. As we sat down the sound of the gyrating disco beat turned to silence. I heard the crowd begin to grumble and Bob growl, "Oh fuck!" I looked over at the equipment and noticed that an album was turning silently on the turntable and Bob was working frantically on a tangle of wires coming from the back of what I surmised to be an amp. As I watched he critically inspected a connector, reached into his toolbox and retrieve a small pair of needle nose pliers and then proceeded to twist at the connector. Deciding that there was nothing that I could do to help him I picked up my drink and brought it to my lips and took a drink.

From behind the bar Fred fired up the jukebox. We sat there in silence while the jukebox played the old favorites and waited for Bob to start the show. I stretched my arm across the back of Mom's chair as my eyes moved slowly across the room and then back to the table. 

Bob was getting increasingly frustrated with his equipment, I could almost see smoke coming from his ears. Suddenly he tossed his pliers into his toolbox and said peevishly, "I need a break! I think it's time to go to the john. Ya want to come with me Ken?"

Startled I replied, "I don't swing that way Bob."

Bob chuckled and responded, "Hey, I just wanted to thank you for this afternoon. I figured we could talk in the bathroom." He made a sniffing noise and continued, "You know what I mean?"

Figuring it out quickly I replied, "Yeah I think I do. Let's go while we have the chance." We both rose from our seats and pushed our way toward the men's room.

Surprisingly the restroom was empty. Bob walked to the sink and reached inside his coat. When his hand reemerged it was holding what looked like a key fob shaped like a tube of lipstick. Bob turned the object upside down and turned it back up, placed it to his nostril and took a sniff. Then he pulled it away, shook it again and did his other nostril. He pulled it down again and sniffed several times before handing the object to me.

I took it from him and looked at it questioningly. The thing had a hole in the tip and it really resembled a Vicks inhaler more than anything else. "It's a bullet." Bob explained. "Tip it down and a dose of cocaine is measured into the tip, put it to your nose and snort it, that is if you do coke."

"Yeah I do it." I replied defensively. "I just never saw one of these before." 

"Makes it easier to do in public." Bob explained. "People just think that I have a cold." He laughed at that and turned to wipe the excess powder from his nostril.

I did as Bob advised and got a good strong hit of coke in first one nostril and then the other. I could tell by the taste and feel that this was really primo stuff. My throat and tongue were numbed almost immediately.

"Good stuff huh?" Bob asked conversationally before adding, "It's straight off the boat. I get it uncut from one of my richer lovers. He likes how it makes me eager and hot."

I didn't hesitate in my agreement, "Yeah, I think this is the best that I've ever done."

"I bet it is." Bob chuckled in response. "You think your girlfriend would like some? If you like you can hold on to the bullet and let her have a snort."

Uneasy I replied, "I don't know if she even uses this stuff. Probably best to not push it. We haven't been going out very long."

"Too bad, she looks like she could be really hot, if you know what I mean." Bob stated lasciviously.

"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean." I replied softly.

Bob reached into his jacket pocket to put the bullet away and returned to sight holding a small baggie partly filled with white powder. "Here take this." He said lightly. "If you and her want to do some coke later you can have this."

I took the bag with some hesitation, and put it hastily in my pocket. "Thanks." I said simply.

"No problem-o. I get the stuff for free" Bob said as he turned toward the restroom door. He stopped just before he opened the door and said casually over his shoulder, "You know, if you want to give her some without her knowing about it, just to get her revved ya know, you could just slip some into her drink. Just put a little on a swizzle stick and stir it in and she won't even know what hit her."

"I'll keep that in mind." I said uncertainly as we stepped out of the relative quiet of the men's room and back into the smoke filled din of the bar.

We wound our way through a restive crowd back to our table. We sat down and Bob went back to work on his wiring. As soon as we were seated Mom said, "It's about time you got back. I need to take a trip to the can myself." She looked across the table at a nearly recumbent Peggy and asked, "You need to go?"

Blearily Peggy shook her head and replied, "Nope, all set. You go."

Mom lightly patted my knee as she rose from the table, "Don't go any where baby." Then she kissed me lightly on the forehead and walked across the crowded bar toward the girls room.

I watched her delicious ass swing from side to side as she made her way through the crowd and watched the leering glances from the other men in the room as she moved lithely passed them. 

She was indeed a lovely and desirable woman, one that I dearly wanted at that moment, judging from the raging erection in my pants. Watching her disappear into the crowd removed any hesitation on my part to use the coke on her, to "rev her up" as Bob had phrased it, and I put my hand into my pocket to retrieve the coke.

Keeping the baggie beneath the tabletop I gingerly opened it, retrieved a swizzle stick from the tabletop, and put the stick into the bag. The plastic stirrer was slightly damp and picked up what I estimated to be the equivalent of a thick line of coke immediately. I pulled it out with the white clump attached and as unobtrusively as possible dipped it into Mom's drink. I stirred the drink to dissolve the powder and then put the swizzle into my drink.

"Pssst!" I heard, then it was repeated, "Pssst!" in a stage whisper.

I looked up startled and looked at Peggy. She smiled at me and said softly, "I could use some over here too."

Without looking up from his work Bob said, "You've already had enough."

Peggy replied in a hurt voice, "There is no such thing as enough toot."

At that Bob reached into his pocket and retrieved his bullet. "Here use this, Kenny just has enough for his date. Just be careful and don't let any body see you using it."

Peggy took the bullet and as inconspicuously as any drunk can do anything filled both nostrils with nose candy. She then returned the bullet to Bob and resumed her semi reclined stance.

About that time I was startled by Mom's hand on my shoulder. "Whew, I feel better now." She said into my ear as she reached for her margarita. She picked up the drink and nearly drained its contents in a big swig.

She put the glass back on the table and said, "This drink tasted so good I think I could use another." She looked meaningfully at me and said sweetly, " I could use a refill baby, would you get me one please?"

"Sure baby." I replied as I reached for her glass.

"Let me finish this one first." She said as our hands touched.

"Sure baby." I said with a catch in my throat.

She put the glass to her lips and drained it completely. She put it down on the table and I picked it up. As I rose to go to the bar she put her fingers lightly on my hand and mouthed, "Thank you." Before puckering her lips in an air kiss.

With rubbery legs I walked to the bar. "Give me four more Fred." I yelled over the din of the crowd. 

Fred said, "Sure thing Kenny." And he picked up the glass Mom had just used. 

He was about to toss the ice when I said., "Just build it over the old Ice."

Fred looked at me quizzically but just said, "Sure, anything you say Kenny."

I took the four fresh drinks back to the table and sat down again. Mom took a tentative sip from hers and pronounced it good and we all settled into silence waiting for Bob to get his sounds flowing again. 

The coke was starting to kick in and my mind was moving into erotic places I rarely visited when I felt something brush against my leg. I leaned back slightly and looked down at my lap to discover that Peggy's bare foot was moving up my leg. Brushing lightly and sensuously along my pants leg. I was almost to my knees and as I watched it crept higher until it was pushing my legs apart.

I looked across the table and Peggy was smiling lasciviously at me as her foot continued to rub against my pants legs until it was stroking the inner part of my thighs. I spread my legs unresistingly and Peggy slid down in her chair as she pushed her foot all the way up to my crotch and she slowly rubbed her foot against my hardening cock.

Mom startled me about this time by leaning over and asking, "What are you drinking?"

I sputtered in reply, "Cuervo Gold on the rocks with a twist of lime."

She responded, "Let me try it." And she lifted my glass to her lips and took a small sip. Grimacing she said, "Whew, that's strong! I think that I'll stick to margaritas."

I said, "Works for me."

Mom replied, "I bet it does." and she playfully slapped my thigh beneath the table. Her fingers came into contact with Peggy's foot and she hastily pulled her hand away and looked across the table at Peggy. 

Peggy just continued to stroke my crotch and smiled challengingly at Mom. Mom started to turn away but I put my arm around her and pulled her close. Then for some reason I reached under the table and gently pushed Peggy's foot from my genitals, while simultaneously turning Mom toward me and planting a warm wet kiss on her crimson lips. 

As we kissed Mom's lips parted slightly and my tongue slipped between her unresisting lips. For a few seconds my tongue explored the velvet flesh of her warm mouth tasting the bitter sweetness of her margarita before retreating. Our lips remained pressed together for a few more seconds before I pulled back from her and our lips separated. 

We looked into each other's eyes for a second. There was confusion in her eyes as I looked into them. I could tell from her willingness to kiss me that she was intrigued, even interested and into the moment of our role-playing. But I could also see in her gaze that she was troubled by where things seemed to be going.

But I could also see that the coke was kicking in with her too. Beneath the mildly confused emotions in her eyes was an only slightly veiled look of wantonness. It wasn't the look of a mother toward her son, but the look of a sexually aroused woman toward her date. 

Sarah leaned in toward me, put her lips to mine and kissed me lightly, softly. Her lips were hot and soft, her breath on my upper lip scalding. She pulled back and looked intensely into my eyes once more before her gaze traveled toward Peggy. 

I turned my head to follow her gaze. I looked at Peggy and saw her smiling broadly and challenging at my mother. Then Peggy extended her tongue and ran it wantonly, sensuously across her lips.

Sarah smiled back at Peggy before turning back to face me. I didn't know where this war of women was going. In the back of my mind I heard the words of our last conversation before entering the bar, 'I don't want to get in your way' she had said.

But she was not getting in my way, at this moment the only woman I wanted to be with was Sarah, and I only hoped that she realized that. Sarah continued to look into my eyes for what seemed like a lifetime but I knew was really only a few seconds. 

Then somewhat to my surprise she slowly raised her hands to my face, ran them slowly and sensuously across my cheeks, through my hair, to the back of my head and then she pulled me gently but insistently toward her. 

Our lips met and mine immediately separated as she forcefully pushed her tongue deep into my mouth. She pulled our heads together and our lips squirmed together like lust filled lovers as our tongues jousted for supremacy. 

First her tongue captured and explored my mouth, and then it retreated behind the onslaught of my tongue. I stroked her tongue as she eagerly sucked on my tongue for a few seconds. Then her tongue pushed back into my mouth where I sucked on it eagerly, nipping at it hungrily with my teeth.

I heard her moan into my mouth as we kissed and she smashed her lips to mine desperately. At the onset of our passionate kiss I had forgotten who was in my arms. So far as my body was concerned, she was just another sexy woman with her arms around my neck and her lips pressed passionately to mine. 

The kiss became hotter with each second and I heard Sarah gasp and groan into my mouth. "Oomph, mmmmmph, ungh." She moaned. 

The sound of her gasps drove me higher, "mmmmmph" she moaned again, and I reflexively reached for and began to massage her breast.

As my hand made contact with Sarah's firm mammary, she seemed to thrust her chest toward me, making her massive mounds even more accessible to my fondling. My fingers caressed her breast, sliding up the fabric of her dress to gently stroke the exposed skin above the neckline. I felt the gooseflesh form on her smooth skin and I was in the process of pulling the dress down so that I could stroke her erect nipple when I heard her moan again into my mouth.

"Mmmnnnngh." She gasped gutturally as she pressed her mouth even more tightly against mine. 

It was at that time that I remembered that the woman in my arms was the one that had given birth to me and I pulled my fingers from inside her dress as I decreased the pressure of my lips against hers. I know that it sounds odd, but despite the fact that I had slipped the lovely lady coke in an attempt to 'rev her up', I still felt an innate respect for her and I reluctantly pulled my hand from her now heaving bosom.

I could have sworn that I heard a plaintive and disappointed, "Mmmm?" as I released my grip on her breast but I was probably mistaken. 

I pulled my head back and said appreciatively, "Whew doll. That was one hell of a hot kiss."

She responded with a vague breathless stage whisper, "Mmmm hmmm, and there's more of that for you later too." And she leaned in to plant another warm wet kiss on my lips.

I looked over at Peggy and she was still looking at me with a very sexual look on her face, and her foot retraced its path back up my leg until her toes were once more stroking the hardened length of my willing cock. If she kept that up much longer I would probably cum in my pants. 

I put my drink to my lips and took a nervous sip. When I pulled the glass away there was lipstick on the side where my mouth had been. I picked up a napkin and wiped the red lipstick from my face. I looked over at Peggy while I wiped and when I pulled the napkin away she mouthed, "Ya got it."

I looked over at Mom and I saw that she was downing her margarita in one very long sip. She put the glass on the table and sighed appreciatively. "I could use another, if you don't mind." She said sweetly when she saw me watching her.

"Ok doll." I responded. I drained my own drink, rose from my seat and pushed through the gathered throng to the bar.

It took me just a second to get Fred's attention at the bar. He simply looked at me and I yelled over the noise of the bar, "A fresh one for all four of us." I stopped for a second and then amended, "Make that two fresh ones for each of us." Fred nodded and got to work on the drinks.

Once finished mixing the drinks Fred brought them to me along with a tray, "Bring the tray back." He yelled and then he walked away.

I took the drinks to the table, served everybody, returned the tray to Fred and returned to the table to resume my seat. I picked up my drink and once I was sure I had everyone's attention and had his or her drinks up ready for a toast I said, "Huzzah!" They all looked at me like I was crazy but they followed my lead and yelled, "Huzzah!" And took a drink of their beverages. 

Mom put her margarita down on the table and leaned in close to me putting her bare shoulder against my chest. I ran my hand around her shoulders and pulled her in close, idly stroking her warm skin with the tips of my fingers.

Peggy once more ran her foot up my leg, casually stroking my thigh with her toes while she smiled at me wantonly. I lifted my drink and took a very large sip. "This is going to be an interesting night." I thought to myself as my body tingled beneath Peggy's touch.




Blue Velvet Ch. 07



Suddenly the sound of a Boz Skaggs ballad blared from the speakers causing every one in the bar to jump. Bob quickly recovered and lifted the arm from the record and cued up another song. 

He spoke into the microphone and said, "Thank you ladies and gentlemen for your patience while I completed some repairs on my equipment. To make up for the inconvenience I will be taking requests throughout this next set. Please feel free to write the title of your favorite song down on a twenty dollar bill and slip it into my hot little hand." He laughed into the microphone and continued, "Seriously, if you have a song that you would like to hear, pass me a note and if I have it, I will gladly play it for you." He paused as he finished cueing up a song and then he said; "Now for your dancing pleasure I bring you the inimitable Boz Skaggs and the Ledo Shuffle!" 

The first strains of the song rang from the speakers and I pushed my chair back from the table, grabbed Mom by the shoulder, and pulled her to her feet just as she passed Bob a note. As Mom got up I looked down noticed that she had two glasses sitting empty on the table and a lipstick smear on the third. "I need to get refills soon." I noted mentally.

The song played its driving beat, drawing the patrons to the dance floor. At first we were able to dance around the floor unhindered by a crowd. 

Soon, however, the dance floor was packed and we were standing almost chest to breast while we gyrated and turned to the frantic beat of this disco anthem. I watched Mom appreciatively as she joyfully flounced her attributes to and fro. More than once I thought that the straps of her dress were going to fall off and her tits would fall free of their restraints. But, every time one of them slid down her shoulder she would quickly reach over and pull it back up. 

That didn't stop me from gazing appreciatively at her breasts as they quivered beneath her gown. I knew from our caresses and the way that her nipples jutted against the fabric of her black dress that she wasn't wearing a brassier, but her breasts were held high and firm, so there must have been some internal support. 

As she jiggled at one point, she bent over slightly and the front of the dress dropped away slightly from her body. From my vantage I had an unobstructed view down her gown and I could see her firm breasts and long, hard nipples. She shimmied as I watched and her firm breasts jiggled enticingly, then she straightened up and my show was over for the moment. 

I leaned in toward her in an attempt to get her to re-enact her last move. She just thought that I was getting closer to her for general purposes and she blew me a kiss. For some reason I felt a stab of guilt over my desire to see my mother's breasts, perhaps even a slight embarrassment and as she leaned over in her dance once more, I looked away.

Uncomfortably I turned away from Mom and took in the other dancers on the floor. There were some very lovely women out there showing their wares. Some of the women were better looking than Mom most of them were not. However the thing that I did notice was that most of the guys in our vicinity were casting furtive glances at my mother, probably hoping for the same view that I was.

The song faded to an end and another took its place. This one was a song that I heard all too often, a soft ballad from the past. I looked at Mom and said, "I should have known."

She simply smiled alluringly at me, ran her arms around my neck, and laid her head on my shoulder. "You don't mind do you darling?"

"Not at all sweetheart." I murmured as I took her sweaty body into my arms.

Mom was a tall lady, five nine in her stocking feet. In the heels she was wearing she was at least as tall as I was so as we danced slowly her breasts rubbed against my chest and when she put her head on my shoulder she had to turn her head toward my neck.

I ran my hands over the fabric of her dress. It felt so slick and sexy beneath my touch, like silk, so very soft to the touch. Her skin was warm and moist beneath the fabric of the dress. My right hand moved casually up and over the fabric of the dress and touched the bare skin that was exposed above the line of the dress. Her skin was wet and hot. I gently stroked her skin with my fingertips, eliciting a reflexive moan, 

"Mmmm." She sighed. "That feels nice." 

"Yeah it does." I agreed with out even thinking.

She moved her mouth closer to my ear and whispered softly; "I don't know what got into me over there. I just felt so challenged by your girl friend when she was stroking you with her foot that I had to do something. I hope that you don't mind." She paused for a second before concluding plaintively, "Will you forgive me?"

"There's nothing to forgive." I stated simply. "You're my lady friend tonight. Peggy is just someone that I've had sex with on occasion. Besides that kiss was one of the best kisses that I've ever had. You are more than welcome to do that to me anytime you want." I finished with true feeling.

"You mean that?" She asked brightly.

"Yeah, you're my girl tonight." I said.

"No I mean about the kiss. Was it really that good?" She asked anxiously.

"Yeah, it was great!" I said softy. "It made my head spin and my skin tingle." I continued breathlessly.

"Mmmm, it made me tingle too stud." She cooed.

Stud huh? She really is getting into this thing tonight. Of course being coked up and two of three sheets to wind didn't hurt either.

I ran my left hand experimentally over her waist and then down to her soft ass. She didn't object so I reached down further and gently cupped her almost bare ass in my hand. I could tell by the feel that she was wearing bikini underwear. They were sheer too and through the soft fabric of the dress I could tell that they were of the lace variety.

I felt Mom's breath against my neck; it tickled the short hairs behind my ear. I squeezed the cheek of her lovely ass and she moaned softly. "Mmmm, that feels nice baby, just don't go too far."

"Never sweetheart." I said softly into her ear. "Your ass feels so nice and firm Sarah. You are so very sexy." I finished with desire.

"Mmmm, you know just what to tell a young lady." She husked before sticking her tongue out and moving it up my neck.

"Mmmm." I gasped with a shiver.

"You don't like that?" She inquired playfully as she continued probing with her tongue.

"You know I like it baby." I replied breathlessly.

"Mmmm hmm, I sure do." She replied quietly before running her tongue into my ear.

I shivered and pulled her body tighter against my body. She had to be able to feel the hardness of my cock against the warmth of her cunt. I gently squeezed her firm ass with my left hand while my right hand trailed across the hot skin of her bareback.

"Mmmm, that feels good." She murmured vaguely into my ear.

"Yes it does." I gasped as she gently nibbled on the lobe of my ear.

The song finally faded out to be replaced by a Fleetwood Mac ballad of medium beat. Mom pulled back but promptly leaned back in to plant a hot brief kiss on my lips before spinning away from me and into the dance.

We danced on, circling and dipping. Our rhythm and prowess was enough for the people around us to pull back and give us room to dance. I watched my mother glide gracefully around the floor. She danced with her eyes half closed, her face so intent and yet so guilelessly free and innocent that she mesmerized me, driving me or inspiring me to greater heights of dancing prowess. Soon my entire being was so into Mom's dance that my vision became tunneled so that nothing existed outside of her. We were so into the song and the dance that we barely noticed that the song ended and faded into another slow ballad.

As our bodies came together to dance to the rhythm of the Commodores we became aware of a light applause from the dancers around us. I looked around and realized that they were clapping for us, maybe just her, but definitely for us as a couple.

Mom looked about too and realized whom the commotion was for. I saw the red of her skin become heightened by her embarrassment and she made a move to retreat from the dance floor.

I took her hand, pulled her back, and she practically fell into my arms, burying her face into the safety of my shoulder. "I think that they like you." I teased.

"I'm so embarrassed." She said quietly, her voice muffled by my shirt.

"Why? You were great!" I responded.

"I don't know, I guess that I'm just not used to it, the attention I mean." She paused for a second and continued, "Remember, your father never liked to go out with me. I figured that he just didn't want to be seen with me. So I never got to go out dancing much and I never figured that I would be any good at it anyway."

"Hell Sarah, you're great!" I said. "Watching you dance gets me so hot. How did you ever get so damn good?"

"Well, I guess there were all those years of belly dancing of course." She stated before softly continuing, "But mostly I imagine it's the fact that I used to watch all the dance shows on TV and dance around the room while your father and then you were away or out on the town." 

I felt a little guilty about leaving her on her own so much and I said, "Damn, I'm sorry baby. If I had known." I hesitated for a count and restarted, "If I had known how good a dancer, and for that matter kisser that you are, I would have taken you out with me every weekend."

"You're such a sweet and wicked liar." She declared skeptically.

I leaned back from her, she lifted her head up and I leaned in and kissed her tenderly on her sweet red lips. She pulled back, looked me in the eyes and then leaned in and placed her lips just as softly against mine.

I pulled her against my body once more; she rested her head on my shoulder and, murmured softly, "I love you baby."

"I love you too Sarah." I responded.

I ran my hands down her back and gently cupped both cheeks of her firm butt in my hands and pulled her crotch firmly against my rock hard cock. "Ummmmm." She moaned quietly and ran her manicured nails over the skin of my neck. 

I moved my hands from her ass. I loved the feel of her buttocks beneath my hands but I didn't want to embarrass her by making her look like a slut.

My hands traveled over her back, gently stroking the dress and then the skin. As I gently stroked the bare skin of her shoulders I felt the rise of goose flesh and she gushed, "Oooh." Just before she gently bit down on the skin of my neck.

The ballad faded out to be replaced by another hard driving song. I pulled back to begin our dance but Mom looked at me and said over the music, "I need a drink." And taking my hand in hers, she set off toward our table. 



Blue Velvet Ch. 08



Arriving at the table we found a veritable stack of drinks waiting for us. "Who bought these?" I inquired.

"Don't know." Bob grunted looking up from his box of albums. "They just started coming and didn't stop for a while." He found what he was looking for, took the album from its cover, put it on the turntable, and cued up a song. He then looked up from his work and said, "If you happen to have too many there you can pass one or two this direction."

"Let's see about that." Mom said as she lifted one drink to her lips and took a long luxurious pull. "Mmmm, I sure am thirsty," she continued.

I picked up my drink and took a sip. It tasted great after all the dancing.

Mom got to work on her drink with glorious abandon, while I sat back and surveyed the crowd. The population of the room sure hadn't dropped since we arrived and it sure was getting hot in here. I pulled off my sweat soaked suit jacket and hung it on the back of my chair. Then I unbuttoned the vest but kept it on for the moment. All the while I continued to survey the room.

Most of the crowd was young and collegiate in age. It was definitely a disco crowd, not the usual redneck blue-collar type of crowd that frequented Sonny's.

Fred and the other bartenders were still hustling to keep the thirsty crowd happy. They appeared to be successful at that and the patrons seemed happy with their drinks.

As my gaze passed over the room again I became aware of a couple of faces that looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place where I knew them from. They were three ladies standing expectantly at the end of the bar. Two of the gals looked rather frowsy, the third appeared to be about my age and not too bad looking. I continued to watch them for a moment, there was some importance to them but I just had to recall who they were. 

About that time they saw me watching them and they all began to wave frantically, it was then that I recalled where I knew, or rather recognized them from. They were the women that worked for Mom in the office. I'd never actually met the women, but I'd seen them in the pictures that Mom brought home.

I reached over and tapped Mom on the shoulder. She looked up startled and I leaned in toward her. She thought that I wanted to kiss her and she put her lips to mine in a long, warm, passionate kiss.

Pulling back from her I shook my head to stop the spinning and said, "Sarah, look over there." And I gestured toward the end of the bar.

"Oh fuck!" Mom exclaimed profanely. "There goes my god damn night!" She stated bitterly.

"Why's that?" I inquired quietly.

Mom leaned in and put her mouth next to my ear and said, "Well for one thing they're going to want to come over an join me." She paused and said softly, "For another they're going to know that you're my son and ruin all our fun."

I pulled back a bit, gave Mom a brief kiss on the lips before leaning in and placing my mouth next to her ear and saying softly, "I don't see how them being here will change anything." I stated mater of factly. "I don't know the ladies. And I don't think that they've ever met me either."

I stopped to look over at them again before turning back to Mom. "If you haven't shown any recent pictures of me around the office they won't have a clue." I said quietly as I could over the din of the disco music blaring from the speakers next to us.

"Well." Mom stated slowly, "I do have a picture of you on my desk."

My heart dropped and I thought, 'Well it certainly looks like the fun is really over for tonight.'

"But." Mom continued slowly. "It's the one with you in your bomber jacket on your bike. You know the close up that I thought was so sexy?"

She had never told me it looked sexy, just that it looked good. The thought that Mom considered me sexy made a chill go up my spine and I kissed her softly on the neck.

"Mmmm, don't interrupt me when I'm thinking." She chided.

"Oooh, spank me momma." I interjected humorously.

"I just might if you don't shut up, damn it." She said ominously. "But I don't think that I ever told them that it was you. I just took down the picture of your father and me and tossed it in the trash. And I took down a family picture from when you were in first grade and put it in my desk. When they asked me about your photo I just told them that it was my 'new man' or may be my 'favorite guy'. You know I think you're right. We are in the clear." She said happily and she pulled back to put her sweet lips against mine in a rather hungry and wanton kiss of pure passion.

Mom surfaced from our kiss and raised her arm to motion her co-workers over. They pushed through the crowd to our table and pushed up next to us. It seems that they were suitably impressed that we were sitting with the DJ and thought that I must be truly important. 

Mom introduced them all around, leaving me out of the intros. I guess she wanted to see how they were going to respond to my presence and find out, without asking of course, exactly how much they knew. 

It didn't take long to pin point their level of knowledge, because after Mom had introduced Bob, and a now unconscious Peggy one of the frowsy women gushed, "And you left out your new boy friend. What's his name? How long have you two been dating? Tell us everything."

Mom said, "It's too noisy to talk much here. Why don't we step outside for a minute?" They all readily agreed and Mom rose to go. "Do you want to go with me babe?" 

I was about to say sure, but I saw Mom shake her head just faintly from side to side in a 'no' signal. So, I said, "No baby, you go and tell them all about us and I'll just sit here with Bob and drink." With that I slid one of my drinks across to Bob and lifted mine in salute to the ladies. "All you lovely ladies, I salute you." And I took a long drink from my tequila.

Mom's co-workers put their drinks on the table for safekeeping and chattering like school girls they headed toward the door. Mom lagged behind for a second and bent over to give me a chaste kiss and say, "Keep your fingers crossed. If everything goes right I'm going to give them something to really gossip about."

"Knock em dead." I said simply as she walked toward them and toward the door.

When Mom was out of sight I looked around the room. Bob was still spinning discs, and keeping the patrons happy with his jumping choice of tunes. Peggy was passed out across from me. She snoozed quietly face down on the table with her face nestled against her fore arms. The barkeeps were beginning to slow down and I could see Fred take the time to light up a cigar and sit down behind the bar. He saw me looking his direction and waved, then giving me a drinking motion asking me if I needed another one. I looked down at the table and saw that I had two more untouched drinks and waved him off.

Looking across the room I saw a buxom blond sitting with a group of other women and decided to go over and ask her to dance. I tossed one of my drinks back and rose from my seat. 

Pushing across the room took more time than I anticipated, so when I got to the blonde's table one song was fading into another. I bent over and asked the young gal if she'd like to dance.

Eagerly she accepted my invitation, maybe too eagerly. I thought that she was going to knock over her table as she got up to go out on the floor.

'Devil Woman' was playing as we started to dance. The blond began to shimmy and shake around me and I soon realized that she was definitely not a shrinking violet. She pushed against me and rubbed her breasts up and down my arm as she draped herself over me as much as she could to a rocking song. When the first song was over a soft ballad came on and I started to walk away.

"Wait." She said frantically grabbing my arm. "How about another dance?"

I looked over at our table and saw that Mom was still outside with her friends. "Sure." I said. "Why not."

The blond moved in against me and pressed her nice boobs against my chest. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled her body tight against mine.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and began to glide across the dance floor with her. Her flesh was not as nice up close at it was from a distance. She had remarkable breasts, but I could feel a layer of fat around her waist and her ass. She was definitely a dye job; the dark roots of her blond hair were definitely visible from my vantage point.

"I'm Julie." She started, "Who are you?"

"I'm Kenny." I replied.

"Not Ken?" She asked.

"No, Kenny." I responded.

"Sounds cool." She said.

"Guess so." I replied flatly. This thing was going no place fast.

"I'm sure glad that you rescued me." She started again. "I was dieing of boredom over there."

"Glad to help." I said.

"Is that your girl friend that you were dancing with?" She asked.

"Yeah." I replied, now bored with the conversation.

"She's gorgeous." She gushed. "You two dance so well together you must have known each other for ages."

"You could say that." I replied while thinking, "You have no idea how long."

She pulled her body closer to mine and tilted her face up toward mine. I looked into her eyes and thought; 'This gal would be a godsend at any other time but tonight. She's so very horny and desperate. I could take her out in the parking lot and fuck her if I just showed her a little bit of interest and kindness.' I ran my hands experimentally over her ample buttocks. I felt her shudder beneath my touch and she stood on tiptoes and kissed me on the lips.

Our lips met and she smashed hers tight against mine as she opened her mouth and pushed her tongue like a battering ram passed my lips and deep into my mouth. More out of reflex than anything else I responded in kind and before long we were standing stock still in the middle of the dance floor passionately kissing.

My hands continued to squeeze her ass and I felt her squirm against me, grinding her cunt against my rapidly hardening cock. She pulled her lips from mine, nestling her face against my chest. Then she pulled one of her arms from around my neck, and trailed her hand slowly down my chest. 

She caressed the muscles of my chest and gently stroked the firm muscles of my abdomen. I could hear her grunt with pleasure as she found my physique to her liking. "Mmmm, nice." She moaned softly as her hand stroked my muscles soon followed by "Oh yeah." She would moan as she found something else about me to her liking.

Soon her hand crossed my waistline and plunged into the space between our writhing bodies, coming to rest on my big rigid dick. She groped frantically at my very rigid Johnson, running her hand from end to end, measuring its girth through the fabric of my pants. Suitably impressed she gasped in admiration. 

"Ummmmm, damn." She murmured. "Your feel so big, and hard too. You know what they say don't you? A hard man is good to find." She chuckled at her witticism as she continued to slowly stroke my massive meat through my pants.

Julie looked up at me while she slowly unzipped my pants and just as slowly slipped her hand inside to slowly stroke my cock. Her hand felt so good after all the excitement of the night. 'It might be nice to have her take care of me.' I thought to myself. 'After all Mom's fun, but she isn't going to be any good to me in that area.'

I looked over at the table and saw that Mom was still gone. 'She must be laying it on real thick.' I thought. I had to chuckle at the thought of Mom spinning a tale of debauchery to a rapt audience of her co-workers.

"Mmmm, your dick feels so nice. Ya want a blow job?" Julie asked with a reckless abandon as she stroked me slowly through my fly. 

I was about to beg off by telling her that my girl wouldn't approve of me cheating. Then I thought about what Mom had said when we arrived. About me not turning down an offer of sex.

"Here in the middle of the dance floor?" I asked all the while thinking, 'This gal is a lot like Peggy.' There were still a few people out here, even if not as many as before.

She seemed to consider that possibility but shook her head no and said, "No, back there in the woman's room. It's nice and big and it should give us some privacy." She looked at me plaintively and added, "Please don't say no. I've wanted you since I watched you dancing with that gorgeous redhead."

The way she said 'gorgeous' I thought that she might be just as interested in Mom as she was in me. I thought about asking her if she wanted to do a threesome but decided not to. 

Julie stroked frantically on my hard crank which wasn't necessarily a safe thing for her to do right then. After all the flirtation and groping of this night I was loaded and ready to shoot and if she wasn't careful she was going to get a handful of cum right here on the dance floor. 

Looking hungrily into my face she started to slowly back up through the other dancers in the general direction of the girl's room. Her hand was tightly wrapped around my hard cock and my will was quickly crumbling.

Suddenly I felt a pair of arms wrap around me from behind, and soft breasts press tightly against my back. Then I heard my mother's voice say not unkindly, "Ya better back off sweetie. If anybody is going to have this man tonight it's going to be me."

Mom ran her hands over my chest, past my waistband, before finally coming to rest on Julie's hand. Julie was still stroking my cock with a slow rhythmic motion. I guess that the shock of my fiery red head's sudden appearance on the dance floor hadn't spoiled her ardor. 

I watched Julie's eyes as Mom gently pulled her hand from around my steely member. Mom's soft grasp replaced Julies insistent stroking as she pushed Julies hand from my pants. The touch of her hot flesh against my rigid meat sent a shock wave coursing through my body and my knees went weak.

Mom gripped my rock hard cock gently as she pushed my steely flesh back into the confines of my underwear. She kept her hand inside my pants and stroked the bulge of my penis through my boxers while Julie watched enthralled before she pulled her hand from my pants and slowly zipped my fly back up.

"If any one is going to get that piece of meat tonight it's going to be me." Mom stated matter of factly as she stroked my bulge in my trousers with seeming wantonness.

"Sorry." Julie stammered as she backed away, her eyes wide with alarm.

"It's ok. He is a beautiful animal isn't he?" Mom asked simply as she put her mouth to my neck and bit down playfully.

"Both of you are." Julie said. Then confirming my suspicions she added, "Would you like to have a threesome? We could get a room or go to my place."

There was a break in the conversation while Mom paused like she was considering the offer and perhaps she actually was. Then she kissed me lightly on the neck and replied, "No not tonight sweetie. Maybe some other night."

Somewhat mollified Julie turned away from us and walked away saying over her shoulder as she left, "Good, I'll hold you to that."

I turned rapidly around, took Mom in my arms and said, "Thank you Sarah. I thought that she was going to rape me."

Mom put her face close to mine and although her lips were smiling she said vehemently, "You fucking bastard! What are you trying to do embarrass me in front of my friends?"

I was somewhat taken aback and I stammered, "But you told me not to turn down an opportunity for sex if it came my way."

"Well it's different now. I changed my mind." She said slowly. "From this point on I want you to keep that cock of yours in your pants for the rest of the night unless I tell you otherwise. Is that clear young man?" 

"Yes Mommy." I said submissively.

Mom laughed loud and hard and said, "Now Kiss me. I told them that we we're all hot sex and late nights." She put her lips to mine and thrust her tongue deep into my mouth, pressing her breasts against my chest as I wrapped my arms around her thin waist and we began to sway to the closing strains of the ballad.

As the next song started we separated and began to circle each other in rhythm to a hot disco song called 'Boogie Nights'. Mom closed her eyes as the rhythm took her and I did my best to match her steps and moves with some precision but I probably failed miserably. The dance floor began to fill back up, two ballads in a row had put quite a few people to sleep and now they were waking up again.

I motioned to Mom that we needed to move over toward the DJ's table. When we had danced through the crowd I leaned over to picked up my drink and took a sip. Then I offered it to Mom. She took a sip, grimaced and then took another. I took the drink back, took another drink myself, placed the drink on the table and we danced off across the floor once more.

The crowd had thinned out over the last half hour or so. Mom and I could dance around the floor rather than staying in one small area and we took full advantage of the opportunity. As we rounded the floor the second time I spotted Mom's co-workers. They were sitting at the same table Julie had been. 'I guess Mom scared Julie away.' I thought to myself.

Mom stopped in front of the table with her friends as she continued to grind and sway to the music. My eyes remained on her body as she shimmied to the pounding beat of the song, as the music faded and was replaced by another song she changed her style of dance and moved away from her friends' table.

We moved across the floor and stopped at our table to pick up a fresh drink. We stood there catching our wind while we each took a drink from two fresh drinks that had miraculously appeared on the table. 

Our thirst satisfied we put our drinks down and Mom turned to Bob and mouthed, 'Blue Velvet'. Bob shook his head in agreement and made a drinking motion with his hand. I picked up one of my drinks, handed it to him and we moved back onto the dance floor to continue our charade. 

The next song was 'Couldn't Get It Right', and we moved over toward the table occupied by Mom's co-workers. As we approached the table, Mom said, "Come on girls, dance." And she grabbed one of the women by the hand and drug her to her feet. 

She started to dance with us and tried valiantly to keep up. Mom motioned to the other two to get up and pretty soon we were a jiving and quivering five-some dancing in the space next to their table.

The younger one seemed to be the most eager one and I noticed how she kept looking at my crotch as we danced. I looked down to see if my zipper had come down but it was securely closed so I could only guess that she was just looking at my semi hard rod as it showed against my pant's fabric. I looked up to see that she was bright red with embarrassment and moved over to dance next to her. 

She was wearing a semi sheer blouse and a short skirt. I could see the outline of her pert breasts, and the imprint on the fabric of her erect nipples as they thrust themselves against it. She looked up at me as I danced next to her and I saw the faint residue of white powder under her nostril and knew where her energy and ardor came from.

'The Hustle' came on and I started doing the bump with the young gal. She seemed to be more than into it as we bumped our hips, buts, and crotches together in rhythm to the song. Her eyes closed and she bumped and rubbed harder against me, all the while her small breasts and big nipples jiggled enticingly.

Mom must have thought that we were having way too much fun because she moved subtly in between us and began to bump with both of us. This didn't seem to diminish the young gals ardor for the dance or for the body contact as she shared contacts with both of us evenly. 

I danced away from the contact and came up behind my mother. I wrapped my arms around her waist, moving my hands around her in a firm caress. I pulled my body against her, pressed my crotch against her ass and began to grind against her to the rhythm of the song. I leaned my head over her shoulder and kissed her on the neck and then the cheek. Mom turned her head and kissed me on the lips. It was a small kiss; the angle of our bodies wouldn't allow much contact.




Blue Velvet Ch. 08



Mom turned her head back to the front and continued to dance in place while I ground against her ass. As we danced I slid my hands down over her stomach to the flat expanse of her tummy. I started to slide my hands down further, thinking perhaps to touch the top of her pubic region when she stopped me.

She held my hands stationary while she pressed her ass tight against my cock and ground. I kissed her softly on the neck and she leaned her head back to allow me to run my tongue over the soft salty skin of her neck up to her lovely ear.

The young girl, thinking it all great fun I suppose, moved up to grind her small body against Mom's front. I could feel Mom come to an almost complete stop at the first contact of her mature body with the nubile body of her young co-worker. 

I could pretty much imagine what was going through my mothers mind as her young employee ran her arms around my mother to grasp my ass and ground her breasts and crotch against those of my Mom's.

Luckily for all concerned the 'Sarah sandwich' didn't last too long. But, I had to chuckle inside at my mothers obvious discomfiture at the all too real and all too overtly sexual contact between herself and her young friend. 

'Serves her right for trying to look so cool.' I thought to myself as I smiled hugely.

The sound of the rocking beat of that song slowly faded to be replaced by the soothing strains of my mother's favorite song. Mom turned in my arms and pressed herself tightly against me. 

I ran my hands over her back as we began to slowly sway to the soft sounds of Bobby Vinton's ballad of love. 

Mom ardently pressed her sweet lips against mine as we slowly danced away from her friend's table. I looked back as we moved off and saw two of the women fall into each other's arms and begin to dance. 'Very interesting.' I thought to myself as I watched one of the older dowdy gals begin to caress the shapely ass of the younger nubile one. 

I heard Mom gasp into my mouth as we continued to kiss, "Mmmmmph, Mmmm, ooommmph." She gasped and she ground her crotch against mine. She pulled her lips from mine and pressed her face against my neck. She was breathing hard as I ran my hands over her back and placed my right hand on her buttock and lightly squeezed. "Mmmm." She moaned and seemed to go limp for a moment. 

It was about that time that the song ended and I led an exhausted, somewhat drunken woman from the dance floor and helped her to her seat. We settled in to our seats and over the next hour or so we chatted idly with Bob as we finished most of the drinks that had been placed before us. 

Putting down a half finished drink Mom turned to me and said in a drunken slur, "I think that I need to go home sweetie."

I looked at the clock behind the bar and saw that it was one in the morning. 'Where did the time go?' I thought to myself.

Turning back to Mom I said, "You're the boss, sexy."

"Sexy? Damn, I like the sound of that stud." She slurred slowly and drunkenly.

"I bet you do." I replied. Then I added, "Just let me get a cup of coffee in me for the drive home Doll."

"Sure baby." She purred, "Whatever my man wants." She finished and then she gave me what she must have thought was a wonton smile.

I rose from the table unsteadily and made my way to the bar. Fred immediately walked over and asked, "What'll it be boss."

"Just a strong cup of coffee with one sugar and some cream. I need a little pick me up for the drive home." I said slowly. Then thinking about Mom I amended the order, "Make that too buddy."

"A little pick me up eh? You want I should put a little boost in it for ya?" Fred asked as he dumped in a packet of sugar.

"Sure." I said without thinking much about it. I figured that Fred was talking about putting in some Kahlua or something. When Fred didn't reach for the Kahlua bottle but instead reached under the bar to the spot where he kept his gun I got a little uneasy and more than a little curious.

I leaned over the bar and looked down at Fred's hands. He reached into his hidey-hole and came out with a medicine bottle. On the side of the bottle was the label that read, vitamin 'C' powder. Fred opened the bottle and sat the top down on the under counter. He pulled a small spoon from the bottle and proceeded to ladle out four measures of the white powder into each cup, pushed the spoon back into the bottle before resealing it and putting it back in its spot.

He looked up at me and gave me a toothy grin as he reached for the cream. "Vitamin "C". Ya get it?" My look must have been one of bewilderment because he continued in a professorial tone, "Bolivian marching powder, nose candy, snow, flake, toot. Ya get the picture?"

"Yeah I get it." I replied. "But how much do I owe you? That was a lot of the stuff." I continued with concern.

"Just give me a good tip." He said in an offhand manner. "Sonny gives us the stuff for free. He says that if he keeps us happy the customers are happy and a happy customer spends a lot more money." He slid the cups across to me and walked away to fill another order.

I picked up one cup and took a tentative sip. It tasted like coffee to me, but it didn't have enough cream so I reached under the bar and put another dollop in the mix before heading back to the table. 

I sat down and took a long sip, "Aaaahh." I exclaimed reflexively. I sat my cup down on the table and tapped Mom on her bare shoulder. She must have been drifting off or something because she jumped when I touched her.

"Oh you're back already." She exclaimed clumsily. She looked down at the cup I offered to her and continued, "Oh you got the coffee. Can I have some?"

"Yeah, it's yours baby." I said as I lifted my cup to my lips and took another sip.

"That's so sweet." She gushed as she took the proffered cup and raised it to her lips for a drink. "Not bad." She said as she lowered it from her lips, "It needs a little more sugar, but it'll do."

We sat for a few minutes drinking our "Coffee" in silence. After a while I got the 'call of the wild' so to speak and headed off the boys room to check my lizard. I put down my half full cup and said to Mom, "Be back in a minute sweetie." When she looked at me quizzically I continued, "Gotta pee."

When I got back to the table Mom had finished her coffee and was busily sipping on mine. She raised the cup to her lips and took a long sip from it before handing it back to me. 

"I hope you don't mind." She slurred almost unintelligibly and then continued, "Ya know, this is really good coffee. It gives me lots of energy."

I chuckled at that statement, considering what was in the brew, but only replied with, "Whatever the lovely lady wants is fine with me."

"Ah, that's so sweet." She slurred drunkenly and then she continued with, "Come here sexy, give momma a big kiss."

I leaned over and put my lips to hers. She kissed me drunkenly and sloppily before saying, "Damn baby you kiss good."

I hefted the cup in my hand and realized that it was quite a bit lighter than when I left. As I raised the cup and looked into it before I touched it to my lips. It was three fourths empty now, "Well so much for a pick me up." I groused silently as I drained the cup and sat it down on the table. 

I looked at Bob, still hard working at pumping out the sounds for a diminishing crowd and said, "It looks like the lady has had her fill for the night."

"Too bad. I like having you two around." He responded. Then he looked over at a slumbering Peggy and asked, "What you going to do about her?"

I replied, "Well I wasn't going to do anything but I guess that I could take her home."

"That would probably be nice." He stated matter of factly as he cued up another song.

I picked up my suit jacket and vest then helped Mom from her seat. As I started away from the table I looked down at a couple of still full glasses and slid them over to Bob. "Thanks, " He said as he briefly looked up from his work. 

Mom was more stoned than I had thought. Even the coke that Fred had slipped in that last coffee seemed to have little or no effect on her; she collapsed in my arms soon after we got outside of the bar. I grabbed her under the arms and came up with both hands full of soft warm breast.

I pulled her up against me as I held her from behind. My hands inadvertently caressed her breasts and my crotch rubbed against her butt. "Mmmm, " she slurred drunkenly. "Looks like you're in the mood baby." 

I chuckled automatically, "I'm always in the mood Sweetie."

"Good because so am I. Well at least tonight I am anyway." She stated sloppily.

She slipped again and I hoisted her up once more. I pulled up along side of her, took her under the arm, and with my hand neatly cupping her firm breast nearly carried her to the station wagon. 

I sat Mom on the front seat and she immediately toppled backwards, "Oops," she giggled, "I can't seem to find my balance." She slurred heavily as she struggled to sit up.

I took Mom's hands and pulled her into a sitting position. Then supporting her by the shoulder, I used my other hand to lift her legs into the car and turn her body. This movement caused the filmy fabric of her dress to ride up and the immaculate form of her shapely legs was exposed. I looked down at her crotch and saw the lacy black underwear that barely concealed my mother's pussy.

I pulled my gaze from her black lace underwear and looked Mom in the eyes; "I seem to be putting on quite a show tonight. Do you forgive me?" she slurred plaintively.

"Of course I do Sarah." I replied breathlessly, and I reached down to pull the hem of her dress down to give a measure of decency.

I finally got Mom settled into the front seat got in myself and started the Ford. Then I drove the beast back to the front of the bar. I went inside and Bob helped me get Peggy back out to the car. 

I tossed Peg onto the back seat, closed the door on her sleeping form and walked around to the driver's door. Sitting down I put the car in gear and cruised on down the road.



Blue Velvet Ch. 09



We were barely out of the parking lot when Mom slid across the seat to my side. She put her head against my shoulder and said, "Thank you for a good time tonight baby."

"Why thank you sweetheart." I said. "It's been fun for me too. I'm really loving this role playing thing that we're doing"

"Me too sweetie." Mom crooned in a drunken way as she leaned in toward me and kissed me passionately on the neck. "It's so exciting when you get to be someone else for a while." She slurred around kisses to my neck. She began running her tongue over my tingling skin for a few seconds, "Mmmm, you taste good, all salty, and sweaty. I love the taste of a sweaty man, and the scent just drives me wild." 

As she licked on my neck she slipped her hand onto my thigh and began slowly rubbing it, squeezing it, and kneading it, as I drove through darkened streets to Peggy's place. Moving her hand inexorably up my thigh until it hand rested against my rock hard cock.

She shifted her hand to my rigid member and began rubbing my cock through the fabric of my pants. I heard her breathing deepen and the pressure of her lips against my neck strengthen as her hand gripped my crank tightly.

Mom pulled her mouth away from my neck and I heard her gasp. "Oh my god, uuungh, uuungh." 

Her body quivered violently against me, then as suddenly as it had started, her passions waned or were sated and she lay slack against me. Her mouth was open, her eyes closed, all in all she felt like a sack of flour against my shoulder.

"Damn that was quick." I mused. Judging from the even breathing Mom had succumbed to all the liquor she had consumed and finally passed out.

Peggy lived just a few blocks from the bar in a Victorian house that had been converted to small apartments. Peggy rented an efficiency apartment that was little more than a bedroom with a small kitchenette and even smaller bathroom on the side. It was fine for her needs and lifestyle. It was cheap, and the neighbors didn't seem to object to the sounds of Peggy's love making, which could be extremely loud at times.

I pulled up in front of the house and pushed Mom's head from my shoulder. Her head lolled back and she began to snore quietly. I opened my door, stood up, and walked around to the passenger side.

I opened the door wide and reached in to take Peggy by the feet and pull her through the door. When her knees came even with the edge of the seat I dropped her feet and leaned in to grasp her hands. I tugged on her hands and pulled her up to a sitting position. She continued to come forward until her face stopped against my crotch.

I was about to grasp her under the arms when I heard a muffled voice; "It looks like little Kenny is all ready for Peggy now."

I leaned back and looked down. Peggy turned her face up toward me. She had a sly smile on her lips and lust in her eyes. She reached up and gently stroked my still rigid cock through my pants. "Looks like you're all ready for momma." She said huskily.

She didn't know how right she was. I closed my eyes as she continued to stroke my tortured cock. It had so very many admirers but no takers tonight and it was full to the brim and in need of draining.

Peggy stopped stroking my rigid dong and unzipped my pants. My rock hard cock almost sprang through the fly and she began to stroke it again. "Mmmm, mommy wants to suckey. You want mommy to suck your big, hard cock?"

"Oh yes mommy!" I exclaimed softly. "I want mommy to suck my big, hard cock."

Peggy ran her tongue over the head of my cock, licking the precum from the tip swallowing it appreciatively. "Ummmmm," she moaned, "That tastes so good!"

"It feels good too, mommy." I moaned.

Peggy plunged her mouth down the length of my rigid crank and began to violently stroke its length with her hot mouth. She slurped appreciatively at each stroke, moaning and gasping as she reached between her legs and brought herself off while she sucked.


I was just at the point of blowing my seed into her throat when she abruptly stopped and pulled her mouth from my dong. "Not so fast sonny boy. Mommy wants a little satisfaction too." She said with a lascivious grin.

She released her grip from my dick and pushed me back so that she could stand. I pulled her unsteadily to her feet, and she kissed me briefly on the lips before she pushed past me and walked unsteadily toward the front of the car. I followed behind her with my very hard meat still sticking from the fly of my trousers.

She stood in front of the car and hastily shucked her pants and underwear, pushing them to the street and stepping out of them. Then she turned to face the car, put her hands on the hood of the car and spread her legs. 

"Fuck me sonny boy." She exclaimed huskily, "Your momma needs your hard cock deep inside of her."

I undid my pants and pushed both them and my underwear down around my knees. Then I stepped up behind Peggy and in a single vicious stroke plunged my iron hard cock deep inside her wet pussy. 

"Unnnngh," she cried from pleasure. "Damn your momma loves her baby's cock inside of her. Now fuck your momma good or she's going to spank you."

I began to ram my massive iron rod into her sweltering snatch. I listened to her grunt and curse with each thrust. The hot flesh of her pussy throbbed around my steely shaft as she came first once and then again in quick succession.

"God damn, fuck me you big cocked bastard." She yelled before grunting gutturally, "Unnnngh, ooommmph, unnnngh." 

"Do you like fucking your momma?" She grunted fiercely.

"I love fucking you momma." I responded almost as loud.

I closed my eyes and envisioned my mother as the recipient of my savage thrusts. She writhed beneath me as I slammed my balls against her shapely ass with each brutal stroke. 

I continued to fantasize as I savagely fucked Peggy's pussy. The strength of the fantasy along with the constant arousal of my gigantic meat throughout the night brought me to conclusion sooner than I wished. I felt the burn of my white-hot seed course up the length of my mighty lance and knew that soon I would shoot rope after rope of cum into the waiting and quivering snatch of the bar slut Peggy. In the world of my fantasy, of course, I would be exploding into the vessel of my birth and that made the deed just that much the sweeter.

Just as the first stream of cum blasted from the end of my might lance I looked past the quivering body of Peggy, looked through the windshield of the car, and looked directly into the wide-open eyes of my mother. 

Gazing deep into my mother's eyes I continued to plunge my steel rod into the hot furnace of Peggy's snatch. I quivered with a series of ejaculations so massive as to make my groin ache. However even as I watched Mom, my mind was elsewhere, locked in a fantasy of the basest carnal nature, the fantasy of thoroughly ravishing my own dear mother.

I attempted to tear my eyes from hers but try as I might I could not avert my gaze from Mom's eyes. Her gaze seemed riveted to mine, my mind seemed locked to her will, almost as if some sort of a connection had grown between us. As if she was experiencing what I was experiencing.

I watched the lust grow in Mom's deep green eyes and an untamed smile formed on her normally tender lips. Her whole demeanor took on a feral cast that just made her that much more desirable and I knew that I needed to have her tonight. 

I thrust into Peggy again and again as my mother watched intently. I felt like I was locked with Mom both emotionally and physically because as I finished my last spurt of hot cum into Peggy's cream filled cunt I saw my mother tilt back her head, close her eyes and silently mouth a scream of what I assumed to be ecstatic completion.

Peggy collapsed face down on the hood of the station wagon, spent from passion and breathing raggedly. I remained inside of her pussy and continued to thrust weakly into her until my dick was limp and just dropped out. 

I continued to watch Mom through the windshield throughout the entire process and her eyes never left mine except for those brief instances when her mouth would open, her eyes close, and her body would seem to quiver in completion. 

As my cock plopped uselessly from Peggy's cream filled cunt, I stepped away from her, slowly pulled my pants up, and stuffed my cum covered and thoroughly spent cock inside my trousers. 

As I pushed my dick into my pants, I looked at Mom and saw that she was staring intently at my crotch. Discomfitted by the attention I turned away from her gaze and fastened my trousers. Then I reached down and helped Peggy to her feet.

Peggy stood and turned toward me. "You were great tonight." She said.

"So were you." I commended honestly.

"Why thank you." She said. Then she continued, "I have to go. My ass is getting cold and you have to take your date home." She turned to leave carrying her clothes in her hands. "I hope that I've left enough for her." She yelled as she raced toward the house still naked below the waist. 

I watched Peggy run up the steps, across the porch, and into the door to the apartment house. As her lovely naked ass disappeared inside and the door closed behind it I turned back to the car and saw Mom still looking at me.

For the life of me I couldn't read her expression and that was odd in its self. I didn't know if it was one of pleasure or of pain and that disturbed me greatly. I was also bothered by the onset of guilt and remorse for what I had just done. 

I had never allowed Mom to know the slightest about my love life, out of respect I suppose. And to have her witness, almost be a participant in one of my trysts, was after the excitement of the act somewhat embarrassing.

I walked around to the driver side door; her eyes seemed to be following me the entire way. I opened the door, sat down and closed the door behind me. 

I couldn't bring myself to look at Mom for a moment; I was feeling a mixture of shame, remorse, and embarrassment because she had watched me as I fucked Peggy right there on the hood. I felt like a little boy that had gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Only in this case it was my dick in the bimbo's twat.

Finally, I got up the nerve to look over at my mother. I looked mom up and down and what I saw surprised me quite a bit for some reason. 

Mom sat in the seat with her head lolled back, her mouth half open, and her eyes half closed breathing raggedly. Her dress was pulled up to her waist, exposing her splendid thighs to my view. She still had her legs spread wide, and one of her hands was thrust into her flimsy black lace panties. 

Her other hand lay limply on the seat beside her, but it was fairly obvious what it had been doing because one side of her dress had been partly pulled down and one of her lovely breasts was still partially exposed. I stared at the exposed aureole and nipple as it rose and fell with Mom's fitfully breathing. 

Shaking my head I tried to make things right. "Sorry that you had to see that Mom." I began. "I just don't know what got into me." I finished remorsefully.

The sound of my voice seemed to rouse her. She opened her eyes and pulled her hand from her pussy before looking down at her exposed tit. Using both of her hands she stuffed the massive orb back into her dress before turning her face toward me, and gazing at me she spoke with anger seething in her voice.

"I'm not your god damn mother, damn it." She slurred huskily. "Don't you remember my name? It's Sarah."

"I'm sorry Sarah. I forgot for a minute." I responded contritely.

She paused for a second and straightened her dress. "Oh baby, don't be sorry. Just remember who and what I am tonight." She slurred hoarsely. "Watching you screw Peggy made me so hot, that I just couldn't help myself, I really wanted it to be me that you were screwing and not that fucking tramp." She stopped for a minute to think and then inexplicably tears began to roll down her cheeks.

"Oh god, I'm such a fucking slut!" she whined drunkenly as tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Sarah, that's just a bunch of shit and you know it." I responded firmly while I watched the tears flow freely.

She looked at me like she had just been slapped. The tears continued to run down her cheeks, carrying the remains of her mascara with them, but her blubbering wails reduced to stifled sobs and then silence as I let the seconds pass.

"You're just a normal, healthy woman that hasn't had any sex for over three years, except for what you could give yourself." I said softly. I stopped for a second before continuing; "You are a beautiful sexy female that needs to have a man make love to her. Being aroused by what you saw tonight is normal and needing to feel what you saw Peggy feeling is just as normal."

"Do you really think so?" Sarah asked pleadingly between stifled sobs. "But you are my son..." she continued mournfully.

"Oh yes. I truly believe that." I replied quickly, tossing her a life ring in her sea of confusion and despair. "Besides, you're my date Sarah, not my mother at all. And we are all hot sex and late nights. Remember?" I finished as I reminded her of our role-play. 

I leaned in and put my lips to hers. There was a moment of resistance or hesitation as I pushed my tongue between her warm lips, but it was so very brief to be almost non-existent. Sarah opened her mouth wide and I pushed my tongue deep within it. The taste of Sarah's mouth was sweet and inviting, my tongue coursed over hers and they jousted for a second before she began to suck on mine hungrily.

My hand moved almost automatically to her breast, taking the firm melon through the sheer fabric of her dress. I felt the nipple rise against my fingers and a moan escaped Sarah's lips and into my mouth. 

"Mmmmmmmgh." She gasped as my hand continued to knead her taut breast.

Moving my hand from her breast I allowed it to travel down her body to finally rest on the warmth of her cunt. I gently trailed my fingers over her crotch and felt the tremors of her arousal in her tight muscles. I pulled my lips from hers; she laid her head back and gasped for breath.

"All you've had for so long sweet Sarah is the comfort of your own fingers to bring you satisfaction." I said softly and then paused for a second to listen to her pant. Not expecting any response and not getting any, I continued, "There is only so much that a hand can do, at least your own anyway." I said huskily. 

I pushed my fingers deeper between her quaking thighs. I felt her body shudder as my fingers fondled her already wet pussy through the shear fabric of her panties. While my hand moved ever farther into the forbidden areas of Sarah's cunt she spread her legs wider to accommodate me. 

I massaged her swollen labia through her sodden underwear for a second or two before I moved aside the fabric and pushed first one, then two of my fingers inside of her moist, hot twat.

"This is so wrong." She slurred drunkenly. "But god it feels so damn good." She continued softly.

"You didn't think it was so wrong when you were stroking my cock did you?" I asked teasingly. "So how can it be wrong for me to massage your hot cunt?"

"I didn't...well maybe I did...no I didn't think it was wrong at all. But what the hell has that got to do with anything?" She ran on desperately.

"Everything and nothing really." I continued as my fingers drove deeper into her steaming slit. "But you need to make up your mind now whether you want me or not Sarah." I continued softly as I inserted a third finger and pushed my thumb against her very erect clit. As I ground my thumb over her clitoris Mom spread her legs even wider and arched against my hand as she came to an orgasm around my fingers.

"Unnnngh, mmmmmph, oh god uuuuunnnngph." She grunted softly.

When her convulsions had ceased I pulled my fingers from her seething cunt and gently pushed the fabric of the panties back over the brick red hair covering her pussy. "You see? That wasn't so bad, now was it?" I soothed.

"Oh no...." She replied dreamily as the drugs and the alcohol began to overpower her sense of guilt.

I moved my wet hand from her twat and brought it to her shoulder. Gently I pushed the strap of her dress from her shoulder and inserted my hand inside the bodice of her dress. My fingers made contact with her nipple and I gently ran my fingers over it. Instantly it sprang to erection and I stroked it slowly before reaching farther inside and grasping the bulk of the glorious globe with my hand and gently squeezing.

"Oh god that feels good." She moaned softly like she was in a dream. 

"How much did you see?" I asked, suddenly feeling very curious.

"The whole damn thing baby, you were magnificent." She slurred huskily.

"Do you want me Sarah? Do you want me to ravish you like I ravished Peggy?" I asked softly while I massaged Sarah's soft flesh.

I felt Sarah quiver as I squeezed her wonderful tit. "Unnnngh. Oh yes I want you baby. I want you so bad it actually hurts." 

She paused for breath before continuing in a soft slur, "I want you to do to me what you did to her. It's been so long since I've had a man make love to me and I need to feel your big dick inside of me tonight." 

"Why thank you Sarah. I can only hope that I can make you happy." I continued as stroked the soft flesh of her breast for a moment more before I pulled my hand from her dress and turned back toward the wheel. "Lets head for home, and to bed." I said softly as I turned on the ignition. 

Sarah sat erect, slid over next to me and ran her hand over my face. As her fingers passed beneath my nose I caught the scent of her cunt. I extended my tongue to lick at her juices but she quickly moved it out of my range. From my face she gently moved her fingers down my neck to finally come to rest on my chest. 

She unbuttoned one button and leaned over to kiss my hairy chest. Then she unbuttoned another, and another, until she had me open to the waist. She pushed the shirt open and ran her fingers across my hairy chest, stopping to squeeze my pecks like they were a woman's breasts. 

"God that show turned me on." She gasped as she ran her nails across my chest. "I've never watched anyone else make love before. Damn it's sexy!"

She put her mouth to my nipple and sucked on it, running her tongue over its tip. I shivered in pleasure.

She ran her hand down across my flat stomach as she switched her mouth to my other nipple and sucked on it too. "You like that?" She asked softly.

"It feels heavenly." I moaned softly.

She placed her hand on my hardening cock and gently stroked it through my pants. "Oooh." She sighed softly. "I think that you'll have enough for me there," she whispered sexily. "Let me see it again." She pleaded.

I arched my back and unzipped my pants. She leaned back and watched as I put my fingers through the slit in my boxers and pulled my rapidly hardening cock out. I heard her soft intake of breath as my dong came into view.

"Mmmm baby. Oh yes, I think that will make me very happy." She gasped softly.

Sarah placed her soft hand on my quivering cock and began to slowly stroke it. "God that feels good." She husked, "Do you mind if I kiss it?" She slurred almost shyly.

"No Sarah, please do." I gasped.

She scooted back so that she could lean over. She placed her lips to the tip of my cock and tenderly kissed it. Her tongue flicked out and she licked at the love juices still coating it. "Ummmmm, it tastes salty. I think I like it." She husked as she licked the accumulated cum of my recent union with Peggy from my skin. 

"God this turns me on." She gasped as she ran her tongue over my burning flesh. "I'm so hot." She slurred from around the head of my crank.

She ran her tongue once more up the length of my cock and suddenly took the swollen purple head of my cock between her ruby lips. I heard her moan as she engulfed my rigid dick deep within her mouth and began to gently stroke up and down.




Blue Velvet Ch. 09



"Oh god Sarah, you're superb." I gushed as she sucked hungrily on my rock hard cock. My accolade seemed to excite her and she began to stroke my cock even more diligently. Then as suddenly as it had started she pulled her lips from my crank and sat up.

"When we get home I want you to fuck me like you fucked her." She slurred demandingly. " I want to feel your big cock deep inside of me. I want to have you punish my cunt like you just punished hers." She finished with drunken passion.

Mom stuffed my dick back into my pants and said with conviction. "Put it in gear stud and take me home! I'm horny."

Surprised somewhat by her declaration but not one to shy from a challenge I said, "Your wish is my command Sarah." And I put the car in gear and rushed for home.

Mom rested her head on my shoulder as we drove and by the time we got home she was asleep again.

I pulled into the driveway and parked the Ford. Pushing Mom's head from my shoulder I said, "Sarah, we're home." 

She roused from her slumber and sat up. Blinking her eyes she looked around uncomprehendingly before finally saying, "Oh yeah." 

I reached over, opened the door and stood up. I stretched out my hand to her and said, "Let's go inside." 

She tried to move across the seat to get out, but couldn't manage to move much at all. "You're going to have to help me baby. My legs won't work." She said in obvious frustration.

"Ok sweetie." I said softly, "Just stay right there. I'll be right back." 

I moved to the front door, unlocked it and opened it wide. I returned to the car and helped Mom move to the edge of the seat. Bending down I put one arm behind her back and the other beneath her legs and I picked her up and out of the car.

I stood upright and adjusted my hold on my precious cargo before walking toward the door. Once inside I kicked the door closed and headed toward Mom's bedroom.

Her door was still open and I walked inside and placed her gently on the bed. She sprawled on the bed like a rag doll. Her best efforts at getting up were at best ineffective. She kept muttering, "I want you to mount me like a might stallion and ravish me." And then, "But first I gotta get this dress off."

I pulled her up into a sitting position and she promptly fell over. She squirmed on the bed and started to cry.

I asked, "What's wrong?"

She blubbered almost incomprehensively, "I want you to make love to me, and I can't even get undressed."

"I'll help you Sarah." I offered. "Just relax."

She giggled, "If I get any more relaxed I'll fall apart."

I pulled her up and tried to figure out how this dress worked. It seemed to have a small zipper in back and I unzipped it and pulled the straps from her shoulders. The top fell away exposing Mom's incomparable breasts to my gaze. Even in the low light coming from the hall I could attest that they were the nicest tits that I had ever seen.

I reached out one hand and gently stroked one of them. The nipple seemed to spring to life and Mom moaned with delight. I leaned over and took the nipple in my mouth and sucked on it tenderly.

"Ummmmm." Mom gently moaned and her body quivered with pleasure.

I pulled my mouth from her nipple and let her gently lean back until she was lying on the bed. Standing up I leaned over and grasped the dress by its hem and tried to pull it off. It slid a little bit but her body was dead weight and I realized that I would have to lift her up to get the dress all the way off.

I put one arm under her legs and lifted. With the other hand I pulled down on the dress and slid it down passed her ass. Pulling the dress the rest of the way off I stood and looked down at my nearly naked mother.

She was lovely. The glow of her alabaster flesh in the faint light was phenomenal. Her large breasts capped by large dark aureole drew my attention like a red flag did a bull. Her breasts rose and fell like the waves on the sea. I longed to caress them, kiss them, and suckle on them like a small child.

The only thing between her and complete nakedness was a sheer strip of gauzy fabric across her pussy. I reached over and hooked my fingers in the sides of the black lace panties and pulled them down and off exposing Mom's brick red forest of pubic hair.

I fell to my knees leaned over to buried my face in her cunt. "Uuungh!" Mom cried out as I plunged my tongue deep into her sweltering slit. Her body quivered and she raised her ass off the bedspread as I ravished her with my tongue. I ran my tongue down the length of her cunt, teasing the sides with the tip of my tongue. "Mmmm, uuungh, mmmmmph!" she grunted.

I stroked my tongue over her clit, tickling its length before taking it between my lips and sucking on it. I tickled the tip with my tongue as I sucked hard on the clitoris and Mom shifted her ass sky ward, clenched a handful of bedspread in each hand, and screamed, "Oh god! Oh God! Oh God!" as she shook beneath my tender attention.

Collapsing back on the bed she lay still panting loudly. "Ummmmm baby. That was good!" She panted, slurring the words. "Now let momma take care of her baby."

"What do you have in mind?" I asked teasingly.

"What would you like?" she asked sleepily.

"A blow job would be nice." I responded.

She said slowly and softly, "Ok, I don't know how good I'll be, haven't had much practice lately."

"That's ok. You were pretty good in the car," I said as I pulled off my shoes, dropped my pants to the floor, kicked them off and climbed onto the bed next to her.

"Oh yeah." She replied with a giggle, "I forgot."

She put her head on my stomach and placed her hand around my frozen cock. She stroked it a couple of times while she looked at it from close range. She leaned in, placed my rigid cock against her lips and she kissed it softly. She ran her tongue over the head and then put her soft lips around it and took it into her mouth. She ran it in and out slowly and tenderly. She was definitely not all that experienced but she was not bad at all.

She continued to suck it for a few minutes and then she pulled her mouth away and said plaintively, "Fuck me baby. Please fuck me while I'm still awake and can enjoy it."

I pulled my dick away from her mouth and lifted her head from my stomach. I stood up and dropped to my knees between Mom's legs once more but this time instead of moving down and licking her I lay between her parted legs, placed my rock hard dick against her sweet pussy and pushed.

She was probably the tightest pussy that I have ever entered. Even the one virgin that I had was looser than she was and it wasn't because she wasn't lubricated either. She was wet as a spring deluge.

My dick slowly entered her tight passage. I didn't want to hurt her or tear her flesh so I kept the force against my cock at a minimal amount. Still she squirmed and cried, "Oh your so big baby! It hurts, but it feels so good!"

I pushed slowly into of her until I bottomed out. "Damn, you're big." She moaned again and I held still for a moment to allow her body to accept the size of my rock hard shaft and her muscles to relax. 

I leaned over and put my lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me tight against her body. Her lips melted to mine and she kissed me frantically, desperately.

I began to move. Slowly sliding my cock out of her and just as slowly back in. At first she felt pain from the size of my cock and she slurred, "Slowly baby, slowly. Be gentle with me. It's been so long, so very long." 

Soon her flesh stretched and she relaxed to accommodate me. She spread her legs wider, arched her back in rhythm with my thrusts, and she began to moan and groan with each plunge. "Oh yes, Oh yes." She gasped as I picked up speed.

I felt her muscles contract around my cock and she lifted her ass off the bed, "Unnnngh, unnnngh, ooommmph, unnnngh!" She grunted. Followed by a scream so loud that I thought the neighbors would hear.

She collapsed beneath me and laid there a quivering mass of exquisite flesh as I continued to ravish her. Her breasts flopped with each thrust, moving up and down as I smashed my cock in to her lovely cunt. 

I watched entranced as they moved up with each thrust and then down when I bottomed out inside of her pussy. I pushed my cock into her harder and harder. The harder I thrust the higher her breasts rose and the louder her grunts of passion.

Before long the steady slap of my stomach against hers resounded through the quiet room. My sweat splashed onto her already wet flesh. When our flesh met at the bottom of each thrust a faint spray of salt would arise from our contact along with the violent sound of flesh meeting flesh.

Mom lifted her ass from the bed and let out another piercing howl. Her nails dug into the bedding and her entire body flexed with one massive convulsion of passion and release.

I felt my balls begin to swell and the first burn as my white-hot seed began to flow up my cock when I heard her sweet small voice ask plaintively, "You aren't going to get me pregnant are you?"

I don't know if I actually heard Mom say anything or if it was a voice emanating inside my own head, but it sure took the fun out of the moment. "Damn!" I yelled as I frantically pulled my cock from her cunt and threw my body off of hers. 

My white-hot semen shot everywhere but into her moist muff. Because of my sexual activity with Peggy I was very nearly dry. But I did shoot one long stream of cum up the length of Mom's body from face to belly. And a dribble onto her stomach as I tried to direct any cum away from her probably very fertile pussy.

I rolled over and lay next to her on the bed with the last of my ejaculation flowing from my cock onto my belly. My chest was heaving with the exertion of our lovemaking; my dick was wet with her juices and my semen. 

I looked over at Mom. She looked to be peacefully asleep. I leaned over to kiss her and got no response and decided that she must have passed out again. I got up unsteadily and turned on the light. "What a mess." I exclaimed. 

Mom laid spread out on a rumbled bedspread with a stream of my love juices streaking her magnificent body. As I watched Mom reflexively licked her lips and removed a large glob of cum that had come to rest across her mouth. 

I went to the bathroom and got a washrag and came back to clean up everything. It didn't take very long to clean up the mess that I had made across Mom's body. I got all the semen off Mom and carefully washed her pussy to make sure that she was clean. I found a couple of spots of jizz on the bedspread and carefully cleaned them up. Any other spots that I might have missed, Mom probably wouldn't even notice since the fabric was old and faded anyway.

I put Mom's panties back on her, making sure that they were on right, and dressed her in her favorite t-shirt. Then I turned the bed down and rolled her into the blankets. I kissed her on the forehead as I pulled the bedding up and started to leave. "I love you baby." Mom said softly.

"I love you too." I replied as I turned off the light.

I bent to pick up my pants, and then went directly to my room. I shut my door and walked to my shower, hanging my pants on its hanger as I went. 

I turned on the shower and let the water warm while I put my underwear and socks in my dirty clothes basket and pulled a clean pair of boxers from the dresser.

I stepped into the shower and washed the sweat, grime, and cum from my exhausted body. As I let the torrent wash my night's buildup of filth away I began to run over the most recent events. 

Not only had I gone dancing with my mother and pulled off a theatrical scam of monumental proportions. But I had committed a sex act or two in front of her with her watching me intently. And lastly I got my own mother drunk, coked up, and had committed an act of adulterous incest with my dear beautiful mother in her own bed.

The sounds of her shrieks of ecstasy still reverberated in my mind. The sight of her perfect breasts heaving with each thrust of my might wand was burnt into my consciousness. The taste of her salty snatch still coated my tongue; I would remember that taste and smell forever.

The exhilaration of our sex act was still with me as I stepped from the tub and examined myself in the mirror. My cock didn't look any the worse for the wear of the night. At least it hadn't fallen off after I had committed incest.

I needed a shave but that could wait till morning. There was a nasty bruise on my neck, "I wonder where that came from?" I thought to myself. Then I remembered Mom and the hickey. I thought, "That's so cute." And then, "She's going to flip." I carefully examined the growing area of discolored flesh vaguely wondering how it would look in the morning.

I slipped on my boxers and turned off the light before throwing myself on the bed. Then I remembered the coke in my pocket and got up to hide it. I didn't want Mom to stumble on it while she was tidying up tomorrow. 

Crawling under the covers I turned on my side and attempted to go to sleep but to no avail. The sights and sounds of this portentous night kept flashing through my brain like some demented slide show.

I tossed and turned for a few minutes before succumbing to sleep. I drifted through a restless sleep, dreaming of my mother, her lovely and naked body bloated with pregnancy saying, "Come here darling, and feel your sister kick." I moved to her side and put my hand gently against her stomach and felt the violent kicking of a maturing fetus. 

Then Mom kissed me lovingly on the lips and said, "That's so sweet! You're going to make a great father to our child." 

I woke with a start, covered with sweat. I turned over on my back, put my hands behind my head and contemplated the ceiling of my room as I went over the possible scenarios that could come from tonight's actions.

One, she could wake up and have no memory of what happened between us. Not very likely, but probably the best option for me.

Two, she could wake up and have full memory of what happened between us and want to move off and get married as soon as Dad divorced her. This was also not very likely, and a bad option from my perspective. 

I loved my mother and I loved having sex with her tonight, but I didn't want to marry her and father a family. Sex was one thing, and a very nice thing, and I would love to fuck her again. But marriage was another and very creepy thing for me.

Three, she would wake up with full memory of our actions, blame me for it and, be desirous of cutting my dick off. This was a very solid maybe in the option category. It was also an option that did not appeal to me one bit.

Four, she would wake up and remember everything and hate herself for it. This was a very real possibility, and one that I didn't care for either. I loved my mother and hated to see her in pain.

Five, she would awake with full knowledge of our actions, be cool with it, and drag me back to her bed to have hours of gratuitous and guiltless sex with me. This was the one that I liked the best and probably the most unlikely to happen.

The options kept rolling through my brain. I was in option city tonight, as my mind churned and squirmed with guilt, remorse, and unjustified anticipation. However, eventually I drifted off into a troubled if seemingly dreamless sleep.



Blue Velvet Ch. 10



I woke around ten in the morning. The sun was shining in my eyes through my opened drapes.

I got up and walked to the bathroom to drain my dragon. I realized that I didn't feel too bad this morning despite the abuse my body had gone through the previous evening.

Sure, my eyes felt like someone had ground a pound of sand into them. My mouth tasted like I had sucked on some hobo's socks all night. But over all, I had felt a whole lot worse following a night on the town.

I brushed my teeth, gargled, and tossed warm water across my eyes. Then I shaved off the stubble from the previous night. After examining myself again in the mirror I grabbed my robe, put it on and padded down the hall toward the kitchen. 

I put on a pot of coffee and tried to decide on what to fix for breakfast. Bacon and eggs sounded good, but the greasy bacon seemed a bit much for my sensitive stomach.

I finally decided to fix some waffles. They seemed the most filling and the most innocuous of foods this morning

I put the waffle iron on to heat while I mixed the batter. About the time the first waffle went into the iron, the coffee was done and I poured myself a cup. It took maybe fifteen minutes and two cups of hot coffee for me to get a good plateful of breakfast.

I knew, or at least guessed, that Mom was getting to get up shortly so I put on some more waffles so that they could cook while I wolfed down my breakfast. The food tasted better this morning than it usually did. Normally I wasn't a breakfast person. A couple of cups of coffee and maybe some dry toast did the trick. Today I finished my plate of waffles and actually wished that I had made myself more.

I pushed my empty plate away and put my feet up on the other chair. As I did, my robe fell open, exposing myself to the world in my boxers. I sat there for a few minutes feeling very free and cool drinking my coffee.

I heard Mom stumbling around her room and then her toilet flushing. I took another drink of coffee wondering how she felt this morning and then I heard her door opening followed swiftly by her soft foot falls in the hall.

She walked into the kitchen with her hand held in front of her eyes to shield herself from the glare of the sunshine pouring in through the kitchen windows. Her stylishly coiffured hair from the previous night was half down and half up. But, all in all, she looked quite lovely even if she was slightly disheveled and obviously hung over. 

I turned my head to watch her as she stumbled to the kitchen counter and poured herself a cup of coffee. She was still in the t-shirt that she loved to wear at night, the very one that I had dressed her in after our romp. When she leaned back against the kitchen counter the shirt rode up and I got a clear shot of the crotch of her black lace panties. This slight peep show, along with the flood of memories of the feel of her body against mine caused my dick to begin to get hard.

"Damn my head hurts." She complained. "Why did you make me have so much fun?" She asked with a grimace before saying, "I hope that this stuff is good and strong. I need a good cup of coffee or two if I'm going to survive this day."

She lifted the cup to her lips and took a long sip. She held the cup in both of her hands to steady it. When she brought it up her movements caused the cloth of the shirt to draw tight against her body and I got, not only a better view of her crotch, but also it afforded me a nice view of her breasts and their semi erect nipples.

"Mmmm, that tastes good, I think I am going to make it." She exclaimed as she sipped the hot dark brew. She took another sip before she turned around to place the cup down on the kitchen counter. It was then that she saw the stack of still warm waffles and asked, "Are these for me?"

"None other." I returned expansively.

"Your so sweet." She exclaimed as she poured syrup on her breakfast. 

Mom turned toward the table with her breakfast in her hand. As she walked past me to her favorite seat she looked down at my boxers and said disapprovingly, "Cover your self young man! And get your feet off the furniture."

I looked down at my crotch and saw that the purple helmet of my semi rigid cock was beginning to push through the slit in my boxers. Slightly embarrassed for some reason I hastily pulled my robe closed and put my feet on the floor. The sound of a mothers rebuke can turn even a strong man to jelly.

"That's better." She said with a smile as she dug into her breakfast.

I got up to get another cup of coffee, tying the belt to my robe in the process. I brought the pot back to the table and refilled Mom's cup too. 

As I was refilling Mom's cup I chanced a look at her crotch and saw that in the act of sitting she had pulled the t-shirt up so that her panties were entirely exposed. I was about to rebuke her for exposing herself in the same manner that I had been exposed, but figured that if I wanted to continue seeing her almost naked in that way I should probably just keep my big mouth shut.

"Thank you baby." She cooed as she threw me a kiss before stuffing another bite of waffle between her lips.

"Sure Mom, anytime." I said with a slight chuckle. I stood there for a second or two gazing down at my mother's creamy skin before I self-consciously moved away, put the coffee pot back on the counter and sat down.

She brought another bite of waffle to her lips and paused in mid chew to ask, "Did you have a good time last night? I didn't get in your hair or on your nerves did I?"

I was surprised by her question and nearly choked on my sip of coffee. I paused to regain my composure and consider how to answer her. Should I tell her that I had more fun with her last night than I had with ninety eight percent of my dates? Should I tell her that she was a great dancer, a great kisser, and a very good fuck too? Or should I play it cool, like I did with most of my girls, and just say that I had a good time?

She seemed to misread my hesitation as a sign that she had been somewhat less than memorable as a date and she said, "If I was a drag or if I embarrassed you in any way, just let me know. I don't want you to feel like you have to lie to me to keep me happy."

"You were fantastic last night Mom!" I enthused. "You had all the guys and a lot of the gals drooling all night. I was the envy of the bar." I looked at her and I could see surprise in her eyes as I continued, "You could never embarrass me. I can't wait till our next date." I paused for a second before finishing with, "Sexy."

She said cheerfully, "I'm really enjoying this boyfriend, girlfriend charade myself. I felt twenty years younger last night, and I thank you for putting up with my insanity and allowing me to do it."

"Thanks Mom." I stated and then asked, "How did you like last night? Did I match up with your expectations?" I waited for her reply with pins and needles in my soul.

She thought for a second and said, "I enjoyed it a lot, what I can remember of it. There are a few blank spots toward the end, I guess I over imbibed a little bit." She continued with a frown. "I hope that I didn't get too maudlin and cry on your shoulder or get sick all over your friends or something." 

She picked up a piece of waffle with her fork and as she held it suspended between the plate and her soft mouth she said, "And yes you... you met and exceeded any and all expectations that I had."

I thought about her response for a second before I answered her question, "No you were the essence of good taste and style all night." Then I figured that I should steer the conversation a bit back to what she remembered and what she didn't. "What don't you remember?" I asked hoping to sound flip but I was filled with both trepidation and hope.

"Most of the night is pretty clear to me. I remember dancing the night away with my favorite man." She smiled brightly at me. "And I remember that the gals from work somehow showed up and I spun them a yarn about our relationship. Which they swallowed hook, line, and sinker I might add."

She paused to think for a minute while she took a sip of her coffee, then she continued, "I remember making out with you at the table and on the dance floor." She paused to take a sip of coffee again and then said with a little consternation in her voice, "I hope it didn't embarrass you too much to have your old bag of a mother all over you."

I knew that she was fishing for some reassurance, but I didn't mind, and I replied. "Not a bit Mom. In fact I enjoyed the hell out of it. You are one very hot momma and I know that a lot of the other guys would have loved to have been in my shoes last night."

Mom flushed a bit with embarrassment at that compliment and then continued. "Well, that is good to hear, because I enjoyed it way too much myself, son. You are one hell of a kisser." She stabbed anxiously at a bit of waffle with her fork and sopped it in the syrup before continuing, "I remember a lot of heavy petting, all in the name of the cause of course."

She put the bit of waffle into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully for a moment before saying, "I recall taking some liberties with you that I hope you can forgive me for. And I seem to recall you taking some liberties with me that I definitely forgive you for." She smiled around her bite of waffle and winked at me lasciviously before continuing, "After all we were both caught up in the moment of our roles. Am I right?"

"Oh yes Mom." I assured her quickly. 

She paused to take another bite of her waffles, chewed it for a minute before continuing. "I have a good memory of most of the night up to our sitting down and finishing our drinks. Who bought us all those drinks anyway?"

I said that I didn't know that they just kept appearing on our table. Then I said, "Go on."

"Ok." She said. "Don't push it sonny boy, I need time to gather my train of thought." She wrinkled her brow and sat there for a minute or two before continuing, "It gets a little fuzzy from there to our leaving the bar. I vaguely recall you almost carrying me to the car and then it just goes blank and I don't remember anything until I woke up this morning." 

My relief was profound. I couldn't believe my good fortune at her not recalling my cock inside of her. I mean it is a little daunting normally for that to be unremarkable or unmemorable, but this was not a normal situation.

"By the way, since we are on not remembering things." She said looking at me questioningly. "Did you dress me last night? I don't recall getting into my night gown at all."

"No Mom." I lied. "You got dressed all by yourself."

"Ok." She responded quickly. Then she took another bite from her breakfast and then another sip from her coffee.

"Did you sleep all right?" I asked trying to change the subject somewhat.

"Oh yes." She responded quickly. "I woke up this morning more relaxed than I've felt in years. It is remarkable that despite all the booze I consumed last night my body feels amazingly fresh and.... Well, relaxed." She paused for a moment before continuing, "I did have the strangest dream though."

'Oh yeah what about?" I asked.

"Well you and I were..." She started to say. Then she turned beet red and stammered, "Oh forget it. It was just a crazy dream."

She returned to her breakfast and I returned to my coffee. I think that I knew what she was going to say and I was equally glad that she thought that it was a 'crazy dream' as well.

Mom finished her breakfast and headed off toward her room. "I need a good hot shower to get me really moving today." She said as she walked briskly down the hall.

"Probably make you feel a lot better." I called after her. I followed that up with, "I'm going in to work for a couple of hours today. I need to finish cleaning up a couple of cylinder heads so that they can be sent to the machine shop on Monday."

She started the water in her bathroom and yelled over the sound of the water, 'Ok, say hi to Peggy for me." She said with a laugh.

'Sure." I replied. 'But I think that she likes you more." I continued teasingly.

"She what?" Mom shrieked from the bedroom. "Nothing happened last night did it?" She continued with true concern.

"Well if you want to believe that, it's fine with me." I chuckled

"Say what?" she yelled again. Then she continued, "Look here young man, don't screw with me. If anything happened tell me here and now!"

"Nothing happened Mom." I chuckled. "You behaved yourself admirably." I lied.

Mom didn't respond to that. I heard the door to her bathroom close and I got up and walked to my bedroom to get dressed. 

As I headed for the door a few minutes later, I stopped by Mom's room. "I'm going now. You want me to pick up anything on the way home?" I inquired.

"Actually I need you to do me a favor before you go to work." She said through the door.

"Ok, shoot." I responded.

"I started my period today for some reason." She started. "I don't know why, I think I just had it a couple of weeks ago. Oh well, maybe I lost track of the time, but anyway, I'm out of tampons and I need you to go to the store and get me a box." She paused, and then finished self-consciously, "That is if you don't mind."

"Be back in a minute." I responded as I headed for the door.

The trip to the store took just a few minutes. When I got back I went to Mom's room and knocked at the bathroom door, "Got em." I said.

She opened the door a crack and took the box from my hand. "Your so sweet to your old mom." She said.

"You're not old, I keep telling you that." I replied.

"Well give your mother a kiss and go ahead and go to work." She responded.

She opened the door a little wider and stuck her head out. I leaned in and put my lips to hers for a chaste kiss. "Now get out of here so that I can get dressed." She said with feigned exasperation. 

"Ya mean that I can't watch?" I teased.

"Get out of here you cheeky child." She said with emphasis.

"Yes mommy." I chuckled as I headed out the door once more.

I got to the service station and Jim was busy at his Saturday shift. I waved at him as I entered the office and got ready for work. The work bay was still dark and I turned on the light and went right to work.

The work I needed to get done took less time than I figured. In a bit more than an hour I had both heads disassembled, cleaned, and packed for delivery to the machine shop on Monday morning. I spent a few more minutes cleaning up my work area and I started to leave.

I was just finishing washing up and had taken off my coveralls when Jim walked up to me and asked simply, "Ya want to buy a little weed?"

I was taken aback for a second or two by the offer. Jim and I had made no secret of the fact that we both imbibed of the mystic herb from time to time but we had never gotten stoned together and we had never discussed the purchase of any either.

"Why?" I asked cautiously. "What do you have in mind?"

He looked furtively around for some reason before he said, "My brother bought a small quantity of sensimilla the other day and he said that I could have some at seventy five an ounce if I bought two ounces. He just wants to cover some of his costs and he doesn't want to make much of a profit. I can't afford the cost of two so I wondered if you'd go in with me and get one for yourself."

I thought about it for a minute. I didn't do much weed, so I hardly ever really bought any for myself. Usually I would buy a joint or three for a date or a party, but never a quantity before. An ounce of good pot would probably last me for ages the way I used it, but then it wasn't going to go bad any time soon so I figured 'why not'. 

"Sure." I responded finally. "When do I get it?"

"Right now." He said. "He gave me the dope on consignment and I had a hunch that you'd go for it. You having that sexy new girlfriend that I've been hearing about all day and all." He finished with a knowing grin and a wink.

I reached for my wallet, pulled out the money and handed it to him. He went to his lunch pail and pulled out what looked like a pickle quarter wrapped in tin foil. He handed the foil-covered package to me and said with a grin "Have fun."

"You bet." I said lamely as I put the dope in my pocket. 

I walked to my car and started it up. For some reason I reached across, opened the glove box and tossed the dope into it, then closed and locked the compartment. I started the Ford and drove across the street to Sonny's.

I fully expected to find Peggy working at this time of day. Instead I found Fred cleaning glasses behind the bar. I walked to the bar and sat down. Fred barely looked up and asked, "Hey Kenny. The usual?"

"Naw Fred. I think I'll have something softer today. Just give me a coffee and Bailey's." I replied.

Fred mixed the drink, and brought it to me. He put the cup in front of me and turned to the register to put the drink on my tab. "Some party last night, huh?" He asked without turning around.

"Yeah, it was pretty hot." I replied after taking a sip of my drink.

Fred turned back to me and leaned on the bar. "That date you had in here with you was pretty hot too. What's her name? Laura, Sarah?" He started conversationally. "She had the whole bar buzzing. I tell you what, she is one hot momma." He concluded with a whistle.

He didn't know how close he was to the truth. I responded somewhat self consciously, but emphatically and with a feeling of pride, "Her name is Sarah, and yeah she's a very hot momma!"

He continued, "Did you get anything after you left?"

I replied with a wink, "A gentleman never tells."

He laughed and said, "Yeah but you're no gentleman either."

"Well in that case I'll just have to tell you that it's none of your fucking business." I responded with a chuckle before tossing the drink back and indicated that I needed a refill.

As Fred built me a fresh one I asked, "Speaking of fucking, where's Peggy today?"

Fred chuckled and replied with a laugh; "She called me at home early today and asked me to fill in for her. She said something about being so sore and tired that she could barely get out of bed." 

He brought the drink over and put it in front of me as he continued, "It being my day off, and having nothing really planned I told her it would be fine, but she's owes me one." He paused to light up a cigar and then continued, "Besides I could use a little extra money right now if I'm going to buy that Camaro from Sonny."

"Yeah, nice ride." I stated as I took a drink.

I thought a minute and said, "Maybe I should call old Peg to see how she's doing?"

Fred looked at me with a smile and cautioned, "I wouldn't do that if I were you. She also said something about her condition today being all your fault and that she was going to cut off your fucking dick the next time she saw you."

"Whoa, sounds serious!" I exclaimed with false sincerity. "I guess I won't call her then." I finished as I took another sip of my drink.

I sat there in silence for a few minutes nursing my drink. Fred went back to cleaning up behind the bar and I turned to look around the bar.

The place looked a lot different today than last night. I could still make out some mess from the previous evening that Fred and the swamper had failed to rectify. Bob's equipment was still in place, ready for tonight's resumption of festivities. But the joint was dark and empty except for Fred, myself, and a shadowy figure at the other end of the bar.

Suddenly that shadowy figure developed a voice and asked, "What's a lady have to do to get a refill around here?"

The voice was vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place from where. Fred replied to it, "Sorry ma'am. I'll be right on it." And he started to build her a drink.

Peering through the gloom of the bar I tried to place where I knew the woman from. When she turned her head toward me I got a better look at the hazy figure and remembered where I'd met her. 




Blue Velvet Ch. 10



"I'll get the lady's drink." I offered gallantly. "Just put it on my tab Fred." Then I leaned over the bar and whispered to Fred as he began pouring the booze into the glass, "Make it extra strong my friend."

"You got it Kenny." He said softly. And then he announced loudly and gallantly, "One Long Island Ice Tea coming up for the lovely lady at the end of the bar courtesy of Mr. Kenny." 

I picked up my drink and walked down the bar. "You're Julie, right?"

"Yeah, and you're the guy with the fierce redhead, right?" She responded readily.

I laughed loudly at the remembrance of their contact the previous evening and said, "Yeah, she got a little protective didn't she?"

"Just a little." She said as Fred brought her drink and put it down in front of her.

"Thank you." She said as she picked up her drink. "Do you think that she'll get pissed about you buying me this drink?"

"Don't know about that one way or the other." I said evasively, "But she's not here anyway. So why worry about it."

"Yeah, you're right." She said as she took a good long sip from her drink.

We chatted aimlessly about precisely nothing for a few minutes as she drank steadily from her drink. When she approached the bottom of her drink I motioned to Fred to start another. He brought her new drink to her and removed the empty glass. "Thanks." She said as she picked up her fresh glass and tipped it back.

Fred turned up the stereo as a soft ballad began to play. "Would you like to dance?" I asked Julie.

"Sure." She replied quickly, "Why not?"

I rose from my stool and held out my arms. She stood unsteadily and moved delicately into my embrace as the melody took us.

Her arms went around my neck and she pressed her full body tightly against mine. I ran my hands around her waist and pulled her even tighter against me. 

We danced slowly in small circles, never leaving the area of our seats. I ran my hands over her back and quickly determined that this young lady wasn't wearing a bra.

I felt her tighten her grip on my neck as my hands coursed over her back, and I sensed her breathing become more rapid as our body's continued to rub together while we danced closely and slowly around our little world at the end of the bar.

I leaned down and placed a kiss on top of her head. Julie wasn't very tall, her head reached just above the level of my chin. I continued to caress her back as I held her increasingly tighter.

I ran my right hand over her waist and onto her firm ass. I gently stroked the warm flesh of her butt as we danced and instantly realized that she was naked beneath the loose peasant skirt that she wore.

"Mmmm! That's nice." She sighed as I fondled the firm flesh of her ass.

I ran my hand down her thigh as we danced. I felt her shiver against me and her breathing against my shoulder quickened.

I took a small handful of her dress and pulled it up, and then I moved my hand down again until I was touching the bare skin of her leg.

"Ummmmm, that tickles." She crooned as I gently brushed my fingers along her bare leg.

I ran my hand up her leg until I was cupping the bare cheek of her fairly firm ass in my calloused grip. I felt her breath quicken even more until she was breathing raggedly into the fabric of my t-shirt.

I gently stroked my other hand down her back until it was beneath the fabric of her skirt and cupping the other cheek of her ass. I squeezed both hands together and pulled her crotch tightly against my body.

Julie turned her face upward and kissed me lightly on the base of my neck. Her hot breath tickled my hair and made me shiver. She took this as a sign of passion and began to kiss me eagerly on the neck, coursing her hot tongue over my increasingly heated flesh as we turned in the dance.

I bent over slightly, exposing my neck to the avid attention her hot lips. Julie licked and sucked diligently on my tender skin. Her breath became came increasingly rapid and passionate as she ran her burning tongue over my increasingly sensitive flesh. She bit down playfully and I moaned lightly.

"You taste good." She husked "I'd love to eat you all up."

"I think you'll get your chance to do just that baby." I gasped in return.

I ran one of my hands into the crack of her ass and gently stroked her sphincter before moving it farther down to stroke the wet entrance to her vagina.

I pushed my finger along the lips of her slit and Julie shivered. "Oooh." She whispered almost involuntarily. I pushed my digit as deep as I could into Julies sweltering slit and I felt Julie shudder. "Unnnngh." She moaned as she bit down lightly on my neck once more.

I stroked her sweltering snatch for a few minutes and felt her flesh quiver beneath my strokes. She bit down softly on my t-shirt covered shoulder and grunted softly, "Unnnngh, uuuuunnnngph." 

My finger was now coated with the juices flowing from of her succulent snatch. I pulled my finger from her wet wonderland and moved it quickly to her hot ass hole. I pushed gently against her squirming sphincter and my well-lubricated finger slid easily into her tight anus to the first knuckle. 

"Uuuuungh, that's different." She sighed between kisses on my neck.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

She pulled her lips from my flesh and whispered passionately, "No, it's just different. I've never had a man do my ass hole before, keep going I think I like it." She placed her mouth once more against my neck and sucked furiously.

I pushed my finger deep within the burning scabbard of Julie's ass and was rewarded with a throaty sigh and a passionate, "Oh yeah, that feels good! Pump me baby, fuck my ass with your finger!"

Julie took one of her hands from my neck and ran it slowly down my arm to my elbow and from there between our bodies until she was gently caressing my rock hard cock through the fabric of my jeans.

"Ummmmm, I think you like me." She murmured throatily. 

"Oh yeah. Sure do." I husked.

She tilted her head back and looked up at me. "You owe me from last night." She said softly and sexily.

"Yeah, I do." I said looking down into her very pretty face. "And I always pay my debts." I continued as I lowered my lips to hers.

Our lips met in a brief but warm kiss. Julie pulled back slightly and growled, "Mmmm, good, 'cause I need some 'payment' today."

I continued to slowly stroke my finger in and out of her tight ass hole. "Ya mean that this isn't enough?" I asked playfully.

"Mmmm, that feels good. But I think I need a little of this massive piece of meat inside me." She husked as she furiously stroked my rigid member through the fabric of my Levis. 

She placed her lips to mine and our flesh virtually melted together in passion. She violently pushed her tongue between my unresisting lips and it rampaged through my mouth. My tongue rubbed against hers; gently stroking the side of her squirming tongue as she pushed it ever deeper into my mouth.

Her hand moved from my rigid dick to my balls and she cupped them roughly in her grasp. She fingered them for a minute, bringing more pain than pleasure, before she moved her grip from my genitals to the zipper of my pants.

Julie quickly and professionally unzipped my trousers and rudely thrust her hand inside. Foregoing the slit of my boxers she pulled my underwear down below my testicles and quickly seized my steely penis in her rough grip and enthusiastically began to stroke it.

I pulled my finger from her tight ass hole, dug all of my fingers into the resilient flesh of her ass and squeezed her soft tissues violently. The pain only caused her to redouble her efforts on my iron hard shaft. Stroking it rapidly and roughly, I was afraid that she was going to tear through the skin if she kept up the pace of her stroking.

By this point our breathing had become ragged and we must have looked like two wrestlers groping for an advantage. "Ummmmm, mmmmmph!" Julie grunted just before we ran against the bar.

"Mmmm, uuungh." I moaned into her mouth as I pushed her against the wood of the bar and moved my right hand from her firm ass to her even firmer tit and squeezed it aggressively.

Julie pulled her mouth from mine and cried passionately, "Uuungh, god!" as I squeezed the much too firm flesh of her breast.

'Implants.' I thought, making a mental note.

I continued to squeeze her enhanced mammary as she continued to eagerly stroke my completely natural, but very firm crank. I moved my left hand from her ass and moved it up and under her blouse. I placed my left hand against the firm and hot skin of her breast and squeezed it brutally.

"Unnnngh, god, hurt me daddy." She cried as I gripped both of her boobs in my hands and squeezed them roughly.

I forced her blouse up and revealed her magnificent mamarries to my view. I bent over and took her erect nipple between my teeth and bit down experimentally.

"Don't play around daddy." She husked. "Bite me hard. Make me hurt!" She exclaimed as she pushed my mouth tighter against her unyielding tit.

I bit down hard and was rewarded by the feel of her body quivering against mine. I chewed on the soft resilient flesh of her long hard nipple and she moaned loudly, "unnnngh, mmmmmph, god damn! Oh god, yes, yes!" 

I moved my right hand from her tit and forced it beneath the elastic of her skirt. I pushed the skirt down until it dropped to the floor leaving her bare form open to exploration.

I slid my fingers across her bare stomach until I reached the dense pelt of her pussy. I pushed my fingers through the jungle of hair surrounding her sweltering slit until they plunged into the dank depths of her dripping twat. 

Quickly I thrust two and then three fingers into the sweltering depths of her pulsating pussy while I roughly massaged her firm clit with my palm.

I stirred my lips from her breast and stood upright. I looked down at Julies sweating form. Her eyes were closed in passion, her lips were half open as she continued to moan and groan as I roughly abused her lovely body. I put my mouth to hers, took her lower lip between my teeth and bit down.

"Uuungh!" She cried and I felt the muscles around her cunt pulsate as she came all over my hand. I roughly squeezed her lovely tit and simultaneously thrust a forth finger deep into her willing well of love. "Mmmmmph, uuungh, oooh." She groaned as her body shook with release and a fresh flow of her juices flowed over my hand.

As Julie's body had found release through the assistance of my hands and mouth, her frantic torture of my stiff lance had virtually ceased. So now as she quaked and quivered between the solid form of the bar and the warm ministrations of my body she still gripped its very erect mass tightly in her hand but she had long since ceased her frantic stroking.

I moved her hand from my cock and she dropped it away unresisting, flopping against the front of the bar. I pulled my digits from her dripping twat and I moved my body in front of hers. I took my left hand from her abused breast, put it to my waistband, unfastened my pants and pushed them to the floor. 

Placing my hands to Julie's waist I lifted her up effortlessly and swung her to her right, dropping her onto a barstool. I spread her legs and moved between them bringing my oaken cock to within inches of he dripping slit. I put my left hand to Julie's ass and pulled her pussy toward my raging ram of a dick. 

I took my hand from the soft hot flesh of Julie's ass, wrapped my fingers around my rock hard cock and directed my massive manhood against the slippery lips of her trembling twat. As I pushed the purple head of my throbbing manhood between her swollen labia she let out a low moan.

"Ummmmm, oooh, uuungh." She sighed as my massive rod slid slowly into her vacuum like cunt. 

As my crank slid into Julie's twat I brought my cunt juice covered right hand to her face and grabbing her by the cheeks kissed her roughly and fully while I smeared the juices of her passion over her flawless flesh.

I pulled my lips from hers and placed my fingers against her lips. I watched amused as she snaked her tongue out and licked ravenously at the love honey coating my digits. She cleaned the fingers within reach and then turning her head slightly sucked one after the other of my salty fingers into her mouth and sucked on them.

I pulled my cock partway out of her sweltering snatch and then pushed softly against her again. It was like and was drawn into her, plunging effortlessly into her quivering quim until I bottomed out, with the head of my Johnson resting against her cervix. It felt like I had been sucked in by some giant vacuum cleaner the task was so effortless.

I began to move in and out of her and she writhed against me with each stroke. Suddenly the spell was broken by the sound of someone clearing his or her throat. Caught up in the throes of passion, I had become totally consumed with the woman in front of me and oblivious to my surroundings. The sound of the voice was like the crack of a whip.

"Ahem!" The sound came again. I looked up to see Fred standing directly behind us on the other side of the bar. I looked him in the eyes, and as my awareness cleared I heard through the fog of desire, "Nobody fucks anybody in my bar unless I'm part of the action too!"

I continued to look him in the eye and said, "Ok by me." I looked down at Julie's almost limp form and continued, "Come on over here then, I don't think she cares if it's a duo or a trio right now anyway."

"Great!" He said as he vaulted the bar and moved out of my line of sight for a moment.

I pulled my ram out of Julie's twat. "Ummmmm." She moaned weakly in protest while still sucking erotically on my fingers.

I pulled my fingers from her mouth lifted, Julie's limp body from the barstool, and turned her around. Fred plopped down noisily on the barstool Julie had recently occupied and spread his legs. He had removed his pants and his six-inch cock was erect and ready to be serviced.

I pulled Julie back toward my eight-inch dick and bent her over at the waist until her lips touched Fred's ready rod. As soon as her lips touched his hot flesh, Julie stuck out her tongue and licked at the precum on purple head of his raging snake. Fred put his hand to the back of Julie's head, applied a modest pressure as she opened her mouth and she eagerly consumed his steely shaft to the hilt. 

I watched as Fred closed his eyes in pleasure while Julie ran her tongue over the burning flesh of his rock hard and ready cock. I watched Julie pleasure Fred for a few seconds with voyeuristic interest, while my own rampant dragon was poised at the entrance to her willing cunt. 

After a few seconds I put my left arm around Julie's waist and held her steady as I wrapped my right hand around my oaken shaft. I directed my mighty lance of love against the dripping lips of her sweltering snatch and pushed. In one effortless motion I was embedded to the hilt in her vast, sodden slash.

"Oooooomph, uuuuungh." Julie gasped as I bottomed out inside of her cavernous cunt.

Fred let out a cry of pain and said loudly, "The fucking bitch bit me!"

I slapped Julie on the ass, the crack of the blow startling even Fred and myself. Julie stopped all movement and stood stock-still. I growled menacingly, "Be nice to Fred or I won't fuck you. Do you understand?" And I began to remove my dick from her entreating entrance. 

"No, don't spank me Daddy! I'll be good!" she mumbled pleadingly around the head of Fred's stiff shaft.

I reached around her and touched her breasts. I patted her on the impressive implants and said, "Good girl" and pushed my punishing prick deep into her hot, wet, slash. I remained still a moment gently stroking her wonderful boobs and watching her service Fred. Then I started to once again stroke in and out of her slippery snatch.

I pushed into her with a furious rhythm. I used her beautiful tits like handles to steady her body as I punished her pulsating pussy with stroke after deafening stroke of my monstrous meat. 

Gripping her firm, hard breasts in both hands I squeezed them tightly, tweaking the nipples with my fingers as I drove into her time after time.

The sound of my legs slapping against the firm flesh of her sweet ass reverberated through the bar as I drove my rigid rod deep into the sweltering depths of her cunt time after time. I felt the sweat raise on my forehead and rundown my face as I violently violated her willing body.

"Uuuuunph, ooommmph, uuungh." I heard her grunt as her pussy quivered around my dick and her juices ran down my balls.

I heard Fred grunt and lean back against the bar, "Unnnngh, ooommmph, oh shit!" he exclaimed as he shot his load deep into Julie's throat.

I could hear Julie struggle to consume all of Fred's seed. She tried to pull away but Fred placed his hand to the back of her head and she moved back down on his jiggling Johnson. 

"Ooommmph, glugg, oomph." Julie grunted around Fred's exploding cock as she violently came. Her muscles convulsed around my stiff staff and I felt her juices flow down my balls. 

She quivered against me as she was wracked by continuous orgasms while she simultaneously and eagerly consumed Fred's flow of white-hot seed. 

It was then that my balls started to feel like they were swelling and then shrinking as my seed coursed up my rigid tool and spurted violently into Julies wet snatch. When I came I felt like Julie should be rocketing toward Fred, the explosion was so violent. But all I did was fill her twat to the overflowing and I felt the tickle as it flowed down my balls and my legs to puddle on the floor.

I continued to stroke in and out of Julie until my seed was expended. Then I stood behind her savoring the warmth of her well-fucked snatch until my cock became limp and I pulled it from her well-used receptacle.

Freed from my support, Julie staggered and nearly fell. Righting herself she stood up and leaned heavily against Fred. 

She stood there breathing heavily, her sweaty body dripping gray fluids on the bar room floor, with her arm wrapped for support around the nearly recumbent form of the exhausted Fred. 

I bent over and reached down for my pants. I nearly fell from the attempt as the room began to spin around me for a second. Then standing much more slowly I pulled my pants up and collapsed onto one of the bar stools.

I sat there with my chest heaving for a few minutes. Then as my head cleared and my strength returned I said, "I need a drink."

Julie gasped weakly, "Me too."

Fred said groggily, "You're on your own then."

I retorted, "Ok, then, I'll play bartender." And I got up unsteadily, walked around the bar and poured myself a coffee and Bailey's. I took a swig from my own drink, regained some of my strength, and asked, "Ok what'll it be?"

Fred replied first, "I'll take a whiskey on the rocks with a splash of Rose's Lime."

I picked up a rocks glass, filled it with ice, poured in a good Kentucky sour mash and a dash of the limejuice from the well. I handed the drink to Fred; he took a sip and grimaced but didn't say a word.

Julie said, "Mine's a Long Island Ice Tea."

Fred instructed me in how to make it and I handed the drink to Julie. It must have been fair because she drank it eagerly and didn't say a thing.

I made myself a second drink and walked around the bar and sat down next to Fred. "These are on you." I said pointedly as I toasted to Fred.

He responded, "Of course." And he took another sip from his drink.

It was about that time that I heard a pounding. It sounded like someone was knocking on the door.

"I guess that I should open the bar again." Fred said resignedly.

I looked at him quizzically and he said, "After I came over the bar I locked the door. I didn't want to spoil the treat with any unwanted visitors ya know."

Fred stood up pulled on his pants and said, "Ok, every body get dressed." And walked toward the door. Before he turned the deadbolt to open the door he looked our direction and asked, "Everybody ready?"




Blue Velvet Ch. 10



I was dressed by that time and Julie was well on her way to the girl's room to get herself presentable. As I watched her scurry away I could see a line of white semen running from her exposed snatch down her bare leg. 

I shook my head to erase that vision and said to Fred, "Yeah, all ready." And Fred unlocked the door to let the patrons into the bar.

"Sorry about that", Fred apologized to the local denizens as they trooped past him, "We had a mess to take care of."

Fred walked behind the crowd and as they were all seating themselves in their usual seats he stepped behind the bar and said brightly, "Drinks are all on Kenny!"

We all sat there drinking our drinks for a few minutes in silence. Julie eventually staggered out of the restroom with her clothing tidied and her hair straightened. She walked to the bar and sat down on the stool next to me.

Fred brought her a fresh drink and put it down in front of her. "The drinks on Kenny." He said with a grin before he turned and walked away.

Julie grunted softly and lifted the drink to her lips. After taking a very large slug of the potent brew, she put the glass back on the bar, ran her right arm around me, leaned in close and whispered, "Thank you."

"Sure, your welcome." I replied thinking that she was referring to the drink.

"I really needed that." She continued as she lifted the glass to her lips once more. She took another sip and continued, "I really was horny, and your cock felt so very nice inside of me. Thank you, you really know how to give a lady what she wants."

I nearly choked on my drink at that, caught myself and said, "You're welcome babe. You were pretty damn great yourself."

"Thank you, that means a lot to me." Julie replied softly and she leaned her head against my shoulder. "Ummmmm, that feels nice." She sighed as her hand gently stroked the small of my back. 

I shook my head and wondered about this lady. First she tries to rape me on the dance floor, then she lets myself and my friend Fred pull a threesome with her. Now she was leaning against my shoulder like some affectionate high school girl after her first sex.

I sat there for a few minutes in silence as she continued to sip her drink and stroke my back. I was on the verge of leaving when the phone behind the bar rattled to life. Fred picked it up and said, "Sonny's"

He listened to the phone and I listened to his end of the conversation. "Yeah he's here." He said looking at me strangely. "You sure you want to do that?" He said into the phone while raising his eyebrows. "Ok, behave your self and I'll ask him." He continued looking in my direction. Fred pulled the receiver away from his ear, placed his hand over the mouthpiece and said. "Kenny, it's Peggy. She wants to talk to you..." He paused for a second and continued, "You want to talk?"

I thought for a second and replied, "Yeah sure."

Fred brought the phone down to me and placed it on the bar. As he handed me the handset he mouthed, "She's still pissed. Be careful."

I brought the receiver to my ear and said, "Hi peg leg. How ya doing?"

"Don't peg leg me, you ass hole." Peggy exploded in my ear. "How dare you tear me up like you did last night? I'm so fucking sore, I can barely move today. If you were here I'd cut your fucking horse cock dick off and toss it in the lake!" She continued her tirade without taking a breath.

"Hey sweetie." I cooed attempting to mollify her. "You seemed to be having such a good time that I just didn't want to stop you." I paused for a second before continuing, "Besides it's not that big, and nobody forced you to do anything anyway."

"Well what's a girl supposed to do when she has a big hard dick sitting in front of her face?" She yelled into the phone. 

I pulled the receiver away from my ear and covered the mouthpiece as she continued her tirade. I rolled my eyes and Fred let out a roar of laughter at my expense.

"I warned you son." He exclaimed between laughs.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I responded sullenly.

"Is that your red head?" Julie inquired hopefully.

"No, this one's a blonde." I replied brusquely. Then I got an idea and said into the fusillade of abuse from the other end of the phone line. "Hey, I got someone here that might like to meet you."

"Oh yeah." Peggy responded derisively. "And what's his name?"

"It's not a guy." I stated into the suddenly quiet connection. "It's a good looking gal."

There was a moment of silence at the other end and then Peggy asked hopefully, "Is it that red head that watched us fuck on the hood last night?"

I paused for a second before replying, "Nope, this gal is a blonde and I think that she swings in the same circles that you do."

There was a second of silence from her end and then Peggy came back on and said much more softly, "Oh yeah? Tell me about her."

I cupped my hand over the mouthpiece again, leaned over, gave Julie a kiss and whispered to her, "Ya want to have some more fun?"

She answered coyly, "Maybe..."

I took that as a yes, took my hand from the mouthpiece and said, "She's a drop dead gorgeous blond with a body that won't quit. Just looking at her now, is making my tongue hard."

Julie unexpectedly blushed at my description and tittered in a nervous laugh. Her hand reached over and slowly stroked my cock. She whispered softly, "Your dick is getting hard too baby."

Distracted for a second by the pressure of her hand on my penis, I shook my head and continued to Peggy. "She is probably five three or four and every inch of her is red hot, momma."

"Mmmm, sounds interesting." Peggy said her interest obvious. " Are you sure that she's interested?" 

"I think so." I replied slowly.

"Well put her on, so that I can talk to her." Peggy said eagerly.

I handed the receiver to Julie. She took it but looked at me curiously and asked, "Who is it?"

I responded, "A gal that wants to chat with you."

She shrugged her shoulders and put the receiver to her ear and said, "Hello?"

The conversation between them lasted for a few minutes. Occasionally Julie would look over at me and say cryptically, "Yeah." Or, "I see." Then she would giggle drunkenly and say, "That sounds like fun." Or, "And him too?" She finished up the chat with a, "Ok, here he is. Yeah, I'm looking forward to it."

With that she handed me the phone and returned to her drink, a vague smile creasing her lips, "Yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah." Julie replied softly.

"Yeah." Peggy replied simply, thinking that I was talking to her. "Give me a half hour to clean up over here and bring her over. She sounds like fun."

"Ok." I replied and the line went dead.

I looked at my watch and picked up my drink, the cup was empty so I signaled for another round. When Fred brought my drink and picked up the phone I told him, "A round for the house, on me."

He nodded agreeably and went to work mixing half dozen drinks for his patrons. When Julie's drink arrived she took a sip and said, "Thank you."

"No problem." I responded dryly.

She leaned over and placed a kiss on my cheek. Then she added, "No really. Thank you. I haven't had much fun lately and I really wanted to let you know how much I've enjoyed today, so far."

I turned to respond, but she leaned in and placed a hot wet kiss on my lips. "Mmmm." She moaned. "You are one hell of a guy." She husked as her hand snaked onto my crank.

Julie continued to softly stroke my dick as she finished her drink and we waited for the time to pass. After thirty-five minutes I said hoarsely, "Time to go."

Julie pulled her hand from my dick and leaned in to plant a promising kiss on my dry lips. Then she stood up and waited for me.



Blue Velvet Ch. 11



I waved goodbye to Fred and the crowd, put my arm around Julie's waist and walked out the door. Once outside Julie turned to me once more, stood on tiptoes, and kissed me passionately on the lips. "I'm so excited!" She effused nearly jumping up and down. "Which is your car?" She asked impatiently.

I pointed to the Ford station wagon in front of us and walked to open the door for her. I walked around, got in and started it up.

"Do you think we should pick up some wine or something?" Julie inquired girlishly.

"We might I guess." I said as I turned the car onto the boulevard. "But I might have something even better." I concluded.

"Oh yeah, what?" She asked.

"I picked up a little bud this afternoon. She just might like that better than wine." I said as I drove toward Peggy's apartment.

Julie responded, "Oh she likes beer?"

I chuckled at that and corrected her, "Not Budweiser. Bud, pot, reefer, marijuana, dope, ya know, a little smoke."

"Oh," She said finally comprehending. "I've never done any of that."

"Well there's a first time for everything I guess." I said as I turned into the parking lot of a convenience store. I needed to pick up some rolling papers and maybe she had a good idea about the wine thing too.

When we finally got to Peggy's apartment house it was almost an hour since I'd talked to her. I knocked on her door and she quickly opened it. She was dressed in her robe and she was clearly angry. "Took you long enough to get here." She said angrily and turned away.

I walked into the room first and said, "Well, we stopped off for a few things on the way."

She turned on me and angrily said, "I'm still mad as hell at you. You better watch it ass hole!"

I handed Peggy the bottle of wine, she took it into the kitchen and returned with an open bottle and three glasses in hand. By that time Julie and I had found seats on the small couch. Peggy handed each of us a glass, poured wine into each glass, and sat down on the couch next to Julie.

I took a nervous sip as Julie placed her hand on my thigh. Peggy said, "Well here we are."

I said, "Yep, you're right." I paused for a second before asking, "You want to smoke some weed?"

"Is the pope catholic?" Peggy responded enthusiastically. "Is it any good?"

"Supposed to be." I stated as I pulled the bud and rolling papers from my pocket. I got up from the couch and moved to the small table next to the window.

Julie and Peggy began to chat amiably and animatedly as I opened the dope up. The pot sure looked good as I broke a piece of bud off and sprinkled it on the rolling paper. The 'hairs' on the bud almost dripped resin, the smell of the weed almost intoxicated me and when I licked the crumbs off my finger and thumb I could taste the resin on my tongue.

I probably could have gotten by with rolling a pin joint, but I rolled two standard sized joints and passed one to Peggy. Peggy smelled the 'J' and said approvingly, "Smells good sonny boy." Before reaching into the drawer on her end table and pulling out a lighter.

Peggy put the joint between her lips and fired it up. She took a long drag, and passed it to Julie. Julie took a big hit and began to cough violently as she passed the joint to me.

Peggy reached over and patted Julie on the back. "That's alright sweetheart." She cooed. "Just take smaller hits." And she put her arm around Julie's shoulder to bring her tight against her.

I took a good hit, held it, and passed the joint to Peggy. Peggy took the Joint and said to me, "I think I need to supercharge her. Don't you think Kenny?"

"Sounds good to me, but why don't you do me first to let her see how it's done." I responded as the smoke rolled from my mouth.

Peggy took a long pull, holding the smoke in her mouth and not inhaling. When she had her cheeks filled with smoke she moved over next to me and motioned for me to lean over toward her. I leaned in and Peggy put her mouth to mine and blew the smoke from her mouth into mine. I inhaled the smoke as Peggy forced into my mouth and lungs. I liked this technique because I got a lungful of smoke and at the same time got a passionate kiss from Peggy.

Peggy pulled back from me and asked Julie, "You ready?"

Julie replied, "About as ready as I'll ever be."

Peggy laughed at the double meaning in her response and moved back to the couch. Then she took another mouthful of smoke. This time before she leaned in to put her lips to Julie she handed me the joint to hold.

Peggy leaned across Julie's body, put her hands to Julie's cheeks and put her lips to Julie's. I could see Julies eyes go wide as Peggy blew a monstrous amount of smoke directly into Julie's lungs. 

I watched as Peggy pushed her lips tighter against Julie's. At first Julie seemed faintly surprised, but in the matter of a second or two she began to respond to the fervent pressure against her lips.

"Mmmmmph, ummmmm, ummmmm." The women gasped. It was a single sound that seemed to emanate from both of them simultaneously as the women kissed and squirmed on the sofa. 

I watched fascinated as the women began making out. Peggy put her hand to Julie's breast and stroked it admiringly. Julie ran her hand under Peggy's robe and groaned approvingly.

Peggy pulled her lips from Julie's and as smoke rolled from both of their mouths she motioned for me to give the joint back to her. I stood up and put the joint to Peggy's lips and she took another long drag. She finished the drag, shook her head up and down in an approving manner and then leaned in to supercharge Julie once more.

I relaxed in the straight backed chair next to the table, took a drink of wine, a toke of the joint, and sat back to watch the show. It was getting pretty hot and interesting, definitely not for the faint of heart either.

Peggy rolled over almost on top of Julie. Both of her hands were under Julie's blouse and busily stroked those magnificently enhanced mamarries. Peggy pulled her lips from Julies and smoke rolled from them like two dragons. Peggy jerked her head in my direction and I rose and put the joint to her lips once more. She pulled her mouth from the joint and smashed her lips once more to the succulent lips of old Jules.

Julie put her hands under Peggy's robe and it fell open exposing Peggy's lovely body to my view. Peggy took her hands from Julie's tits and shrugged her robe to the floor. Julie kept one hand clenched around Peggy's shapely tit but hurriedly ran her other hand to Peggy's crotch where she thrust her fingers eagerly, and deeply into Peggy's cunt.

Peggy gasped and rolled back onto the couch while she quickly spread her legs. Julie rolled over onto her and commenced to ravish Peggy with her hands like a man would ravish a succulent woman.

I watched spellbound as Julie thrust all the fingers of one hand deep inside of Peggy's wet cunt. While her other hand continued to cruelly torture Peggy's lovely tits.

I had been with Peggy a couple of times when she was having sex with another woman. Normally, she seemed to be the aggressor, taking the initiative and the masculine role in the sex act.

Today it was Julie that was in charge of the situation, ravishing Peggy with her deft fingers. Dominating by physical force and strength of will while the normally dominant Peggy struggled ineffectually against the onslaught. 

Once, Peggy pushed Julie off of her body and attempted to rise. A cruel smile crossed Julie's lips and she took the hand that had been dislodged from Peggy's breast and brutally slapped Peggy across the mouth.

Peggy fell back onto the couch with blood trickling from a split lip. She lay there for a second before Julie leaned over and put her lips to Peggy's and kissed her deeply. Peggy threw her arms around Julie's neck and pulled their bodies together urgently. 

"Mmmmmph, ummmmm, ummmmm!" resounded through the room as the women made love. 

I watched Peggy lift her ass off the couch and cried gutturally, "Unnnngh, oooh. Uuungh. Oh fucking god!" Then she collapsed back on the couch as she usually did after one of her massive orgasms.

Julie pulled her hand from Peggy's twat and rose from the couch. She looked over at me, flashed me a lusty smile and licked Peggy's love juice from her hand. Making it increasingly obvious that she was enjoying herself immensely she smiled broadly.

"You like?" she asked simply.

"Very nice show." I replied.

She walked over and stood directly in front of me. "There's more of that coming baby." She said as she slowly took her clothes off. First she slipped the peasant blouse over her head, exposing her lovely breasts to my hungry eyes. 

She slowly ran her hands down her body, first caressing her huge, firm breasts, pinching the nipples roughly. Then she stroked her fingers over her flat stomach, slipped her fingers into the elastic waistband of her peasant skirt and then pushing it to the floor.

She stepped from the puddle of her clothing and moved closer to me. She put her cunt juice covered fingers to my nose and I inhaled the aroma deeply. Then she put the aromatic digits to my lips and I kissed them and then licked them avidly.

She put her other hand deep into her cream filled twat and pulled it out. She put those fingers between her lips and licked them clean. Then she pushed both hands deep into the pelt of her pussy and they came out wet and glistening. Her fingers were coated with both hers and my ejaculation, she spread the juices of our previous lovemaking across her breasts and down her belly.

Then she dropped slowly to her knees in front of me and unzipped my pants. Thrusting her hand inside my boxers she roughly pulled my very ready cock through my fly and stroked it several times, all the while looking me directly in the eyes.

"Yeah?" she asked vaguely.

"Oh yeah baby." I responded breathlessly.

She lowered her head slowly toward my rock hard cock, and put her hot lips to my rigid ram. I felt her fiery mouth slowly engulf my oaken shaft until her lips rested against my balls. she held that pose for a few seconds and I felt her tongue stroke the sides of my dick. 

Then she slowly lifted her head until just the purple head of my cock remained inside of her hot mouth. It was only then that she began to slowly stroke my hard johnson in and out of her torrid mouth.

Eagerly she stroked my hard rod, gently yet zealously, for half dozen minutes before she stopped. Then to my great disapointment she pulled her hot mouth away from my now burning shaft. 

I looked questioningly at her; she smiled at me and said softly, "Hold that thought baby." Then rising to her feet once more she walked slowly back to the sofa.

She stopped directly in front of Peggy's recumbent form. She turned to me, threw me a kiss and moved in to straddle Peggy's limp body.

Peggy lay half on and half off the couch. Her head rested against the arm and her body was canted so the both of her bare feet rested on the floor.

Julie put first one knee and then the other on the couch. She was positioned so that Peggy's face was almost directly beneath her cum dripping orifice.

Julie put her hand beneath Peggy's head and lifted her limp form toward Julie's gaping maw. I watched, enthralled by the sight, as Julie pulled the unresisting Peggy slowly toward her cream filled pussy. 

As Peggy's lips made contact with Julie's snatch I watched Peggy stick out her tongue and begin to tongue the succulent slit. Julie's hand behind Peggy's head pulled her roughly tighter against her hot snatch. Pressing Peggy's lips deep into the thick jungle of Julie's pubic hair.

Peggy tried to struggle at first, but soon began to animatedly lap at the hot cream flowing viscously from Julie's cunt. Julie threw back her head in triumph as well as passion as Peggy buried her tongue ever deeper within Julie's twat. 

"Mmmmmph, ooommmph." Peggy grunted animally as she slurped at and consumed Julie's hot juices.

I rose from my seat, relit the joint and walked to the couch. I placed the joint to Julie's lips and she inhaled deeply. I pulled the joint away and she exhaled luxuriantly. I put the joint to my lips and took a long toke, and then I leaned in and put my lips to Julie's. 

I blew the smoke deep into Julie's lungs where she held it for a few seconds while my tongue explored her mouth. Then she blew the fumes back into my mouth where I inhaled them gratefully.

I pulled my lips from Julies and exhaled. The room began to spin around me and I staggered back to the chair. I sat down heavily and casually stroked my rigid Johnson as I watched the continuing show. 

Julie wrapped her fingers in Peggy's hair and forced Peggy's lips even tighter against her cunt. I saw her close her eyes, lean back her head and moan gutturally, "Oooooomph, uuuuungh, uuuuunph." As her body quivered and quaked against the mouth of the lovely Peggy. 

Julie remained astraddle Peggy's ravenous mouth for a minute or more as her body slowly ceased its animated quivering. She cast a look my direction before she released Peggy's hair. 

Then Julie plopped down heavily on the couch next to Peggy and lay there gasping. With her eyes half closed, her legs spread wide exposing her wet cunt to my view, her huge breasts rising and falling raggedly; she presented a rather alluring and enticing sight. 

Peggy lay where she was left, her head back on the arm of the couch, her face covered in glistening semen from Julie's cunt. Occasionally her tongue snaked out to lick her softly smiling lips. 

I rose from my seat, unfastened my pants, dropped them to the floor and kicked them aside. I pulled my boxers off and tossed them in a pile with my pants and walked over to Julie.

I dropped to my knees in front of Julie. I could see the lips of Julie's cunt through the thick hair of her pussy. I put my cock against the glistening lips and thrust forward burying myself deep within her in that single stroke.

"Uuuuungh!" Julie grunted as I bottomed out inside of her. She looked me in the eye and a lust filled smile spread over her lips. 

I stroked into Julie time after time, slapping my nuts against her ass, our rhythm rising with our heat. My frenzied strokes brought Julie off in a massive quivering orgasm. 

"Uuuuungh, uuuuungh, mmmmmph!" She grunted gutturally before howling ferociously into the air. She seemed to come again and again, her body shook against me and as she did, she wrapped her legs around my ass and held me tightly against her pussy as her body convulsed violently.

Suddenly I had an uncontrollable desire to fuck Julie in the ass. I pulled free of Julie's grip on my ass and pulled my dick from her cunt. 

I rose to my feet and leaned over to lift Julie. Grasping her around the shoulder I lifted her to her feet and turned her toward the bed. I pushed her down roughly on the bed and was about to turn her over when the lithe form of Peggy moved between my quarry and myself. 

I stood back and watched as Peggy crawled on the bed. She turned around so that she could go sixty-nine with Julie and buried her face deep in Julie's well-used twat. Julie moaned weakly, and struggled weakly for a moment but in the end she placed her hands to Peggy's ass and raised her face to Peggy's slop covered pussy.

I moved around to get a better view of their efforts and saw Julie bury her tongue deep in the throbbing twat of Peggy's. They moaned and groaned as their passions rose, the sloppy slurps of their ardor filled my ears.

I held my hard dick in my hands and slowly stroked its slime-covered length. I watched Julie's face as her tongue moved over Peggy's slit.

I stared at Peggy's ass as it rose and fell in passion. "Well one ass is as good as another." I muttered and I stepped forward to place my rock hard cock against Peggy's sphincter. 

Julie's hand had brought Peggy off in a dramatic manner and Peggy had dripped her love juices down and over the tight entrance to her ass. I put the head of my steely shaft against the tight entrance and pushed. I was able to bury only an inch of the head in the first thrust and Peggy started to pull away.

Julie redoubled her efforts on Peggy's dripping snatch and Peggy relaxed. The next thrust buried the entire length of my massive cock deep inside of Peggy's ass.

Peggy pulled her face from Julies juice covered wonderland and groaned loudly. "Oh damn that hurts shit-head." She announced foully before Julie hooked her foot behind Peggy's head and forced her lips tight against Julie's quivering quim.

I stroked in and out of Peggy's tight ass. The tightness of the anal passage caused me to begin to quiver with a massive orgasm after only a dozen or so strokes. 

I felt the tightening on my nuts and then my seed exploded into Peggy's tight ass with a force that surprised me. I didn't think that I had that much left in me but I shot what I had left deep within Peggy's tight, hot anus. 

I continued to thrust into her long after my passion was extinguished. I didn't want to surrender the tight, warm passage until I was forced to move on. Eventually my crank withered and popped from the taut, cream filled passage.

I stepped back and watched as Julie licked at the light brown juices flowing from Peggy's ass hole. "Ummmmm." She exclaimed avidly as she consumed all the fluid to flow her way.

I sat down on the couch for a few minutes and watched the women going at it. I realized then that my role was finished in this tryst and I got up and walked toward the bathroom to clean up.

I looked into the mirror and realized that I was kind of a mess. My hair was disheveled; I was covered in sweat and semen, and from my dick dripped the brown residue of Peggy's ass fucking.

I ran Peggy's shower, pulled off my t-shirt, then I stepped under the warm cleansing water. I washed my body and my hair before stepping out and toweling myself dry. I applied some of Peggy's deodorant and still naked walked back into the main room.

Both Peggy and Julie were collapsed on Peggy's bed. They lay cunt to head, legs and arms akimbo breathing raggedly. 

I pulled on my clothes and packed up my dope. I pushed the package containing the marijuana into my pocket, and then I leaned over and said to Julie, "I'm going now. Do you need a ride anywhere?" 

She muttered groggily, "What time is it?"

I looked at my watch and said, "Almost six."

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed frantically. "I need to get home. My husband will be calling any time now." She said anxiously as she rose quickly from the bed.

"You're married?" I asked with mild surprise. "I didn't see a ring."

"Yeah." She replied. She rose unsteadily from the bed, steadied her self against my shoulder and added, "Just not very happily."

She continued to talk as she washed the come from her body in the bathroom, hurriedly pulled on her clothes and smoothed down her hair. "I've been married almost ten years now. It's an old story I suppose. My husband's a good enough guy but he's out of town a lot, leaving me alone and not feeling very loved." She paused as she straightened her blouse and looked over at me knowingly, "You know what I mean?"

I responded with "Yeah." And she dove into her conversation again.

"He's in Boston this weekend I think, selling some of his widgets to some business or other." She sighed. "He tries, really he does. He makes a good living and we have a nice life. But he just doesn't scratch my itches anymore."

She came up to me and kissed me warmly before saying, "But you did." 

Then she looked at Peggy snoring blissfully on the bed and said, "And she definitely did."

"Let's go." She ordered and we walked out the door.

I drove Julie home and was surprised to find out that she lived not much more than six blocks from our house. I pulled up briefly in front of her place and she said, "I'd love to kiss you goodbye but the neighbors would probably see us and tell my hubby."




Blue Velvet Ch. 11



She slid a piece of paper into my hand and said softly, "Here's my number, and I want you to call me, please." And she turned away, slid out of the car and closed the door before walking slowly up the walk purposefully up the sidewalk to her home.

I watched for a matter of seconds after she closed the front door. As the light came on in her front room I put the car in gear and drove off. I stopped at the first major intersection and realized that I still had the scrap of paper with her phone number on it clenched in my hand. 

I started to toss the paper in the ashtray with all the other phone numbers from the past, but something kept me from so easily discarding this number. I reached into my back pocket, retrieved my wallet and slid the number inside the billfold before replacing the wallet in my pocket.

"This gal might be fun to hang out with for a while." I thought to myself as I put my foot down on the accelerator and turned toward home.

I pulled up in the drive and got out of the station wagon. I walked to the front door, opened it without knocking and walked inside.

"Damn, you scared the life out of me!" Mom yelled in a shaky voice as she hurriedly pulled an afghan over her lap.

"Sorry mom, " I said apologetically. "I thought you heard me."

"I must have been gathering wool." She responded in a perplexed tone. She shook her head and continued, "I thought that you would be home sooner. Your dinner is in the kitchen, I can warm it up if you like."

"No Mom, I can take care of it. You just relax." I said as I walked across the room toward the hallway and my room.

"Aren't you even going to kiss your mother hello?" She asked huffily.

"Oh yeah, sure Mom. I'm sorry." I responded apologetically as I turned and walked back to her.

I bent over to kiss her on the forehead. Mom tilted her face up toward mine and put a warm, soft, yet maternal kiss on my lips. 

I stayed bent over looking at her for a moment. She had an odd look on her face, a look of sadness that made her look careworn and older than she was. It was probably just caused by her period, the cramps and bloating always made her miserable. For some reason I put my hand to her head, gently stroked her hair and asked, "You feeling ok?"

She looked at me with the sadness still in her eyes but she mustered a weak smile and replied, "Yeah baby, I'm fine." Then she seemed to choke back a tear and still smiling that odd smile at me she said in a slightly tremulous voice, "Well you better be getting to your dinner."

"Oh yeah." I replied and I straightened up and headed for my bedroom.

Although I had showered at Peggy's, I was still wearing the same clothes that I had worn all day. I knew that I must stink of a mixture of cleaning solvent, booze, semen, and cunt juice. 

I walked into me room and pushed the door closed. I pulled the dope out of my pocket and put it on the shelf in my closet next to the coke. Then I went to my dresser and pulled out a clean change of clothing. I carried those to the bathroom and stripped down.

I ran the water in the shower and stepped under the warm flow from the showerhead. I shampooed and carefully washed my body again to remove the stench from my work clothes. 

I grabbed the towel from the rack and toweled myself dry before stepping from the shower and shaving for the second time today. Before putting on my clothes I splashed on some old spice and sprayed myself good with right guard deodorant before pulling in a fresh t-shirt. Then I opened the door and walked to the kitchen.

I lifted the top on the first pan and saw that Mom had fixed pork chops. It was my favorite meat dish. I lifted the other lids and found one of my other favorite dishes under each one. I felt like a dog, Mom had made me all my favorite foods and I had been out drinking and fucking bimbos.

I filled a plate and yelled toward the living room, "Great chow Mom!"

She yelled back, "Do you want me to warm it up?"

I replied, "Nope, it's still warm. I'll just have it the way it is."

I had a terrible case of the munchies and I ate everything on the stove before I was done and washed it down with half a pot of coffee. Then feeling totally sober, full, and fully caffeinated I got up and swaggered toward the living room.

As I walked down the hallway to the living room I encountered Mom moving in the other direction. "Gotta go potty." She explained as she walked past me.

As she passed me I asked in a voice that dripped feigned misery, "Aren't you going to kiss your only son?" I figured that what was good for the goose was good for the gander. Besides maybe I wasn't totally sober after all.

"Yeah, sure honey." Mom replied as she turned back toward me and puckered up.

I kissed her a brushing kiss and then turned around and said grandly, "Great kiss my lady."

She looked at me quizzically and said, "Yeah, ok." Then she quickly turned and raced for the bathroom. As she walked away I noticed that she was wearing one of my old t-shirts and some old gray sweat pants that I had used when I ran track in High School.

I walked to the living room and sat down in my favorite chair. There was a rerun of an old sitcom playing on the tube. It wasn't one that I liked and besides I had already seen this episode at least a couple of times. I got up and changed the channel, there wasn't much on tonight and ended up deciding on an old movie.

As I started back to my chair I noticed a drink sitting next to Mom's seat. I bent over and picked up the glass and looked at it. "Looks like orange juice." I thought. I took a sip, "Damn, it's orange juice." I said softly. Mom had been hitting the booze pretty heavily lately and it was mildly surprising to find her with a glass full of something that wasn't well fortified with alcohol.

Mom came back a few minutes later saying as she walked, "I hate this time of month. Between changing my tampon and pissing, I spend half my time in the bathroom. The other half I spend wondering why I deserve such torture."

"What torture?" I asked.

"Bloating and cramps." She confessed with a frown as she tucked her legs up under herself and pulled the afghan over her lap. "Mmmmngh." she grunted with a grimace. "There goes another one, cramp that is. You can't feel the bloating, but it's there, and I see it every time I look into the mirror"

"You look lovely." I said sincerely, trying to make her feel better.

"You're a big fucking liar." She exclaimed harshly. "But that was sweet baby. Thank you." She concluded more softly.

Mom didn't use fuck very often in a sentence and it was a surprise to hear it now. "She must be really hurting." I thought.

"Is there anything that I can do for you? Rub your stomach or something?" I asked as casually as I could. A son doesn't want his mother to know that he cares, ya know.

She thought about that for a minute more than I had expected before answering, "I don't think that there's anything that you can do sweetie. But thanks all the same."

I said, "Ok." And went back to watching the old movie.

About five minutes later Mom grunted again, "Unnnngh." She said with a grimace. "Those Midol's that I've been taking just don't seem to work this time." She grimaced again and said, "I feel like someone kicked me in the stomach last night. I didn't fall against anything did I?"

"Not that I remember." I said quickly. 'Although we did slap bellies a bit.' I thought to myself with a smile.

"Now what the hell are you smiling at?" She asked defensively.

"Nothing much Mom." I replied quickly. "I was just thinking about how much fun it was to go out with you is all." I said truthfully, but understating the facts of course.

She looked at me approvingly and said, "Well thank you very much. But I sure seem to be paying for it tonight." She continued before grimacing with an apparent cramp.

We sat there for a few minutes watching the flick. While we watched my mind touched on something a gal had told me quite a while ago about herself and menstrual cramps. She had said something about how when she was menstruating she liked to smoke a joint or two. She maintained that it helped lessen the discomfort.

I looked over at Mom and thought, 'Naw, she'd never go for it.' But since you never know till you try I ventured, "Mom, have you ever smoked pot?"

She turned her head, looked at me in her best probing manner, and responded with that mixture of severity and curiosity in her voice that just seems to come naturally to mothers, "Why do you ask young man?"

"Well." I began warily, "I understand that it makes it easier on you when you're a woman and you are, you know..." I finished clumsily, muttering like a ninny and in total embarrassment.

"Not really." She said looking at me like I was a total nut job. Then the light went on in her eyes and she said, "Oh, I see what you mean. You're saying that it makes it easier for you when you're menstruating." 

Relieved by her neutral response I said pleasantly, "Well I have never personally menstruated. But that's the gist of it."

She said, "I don't know if that's true, although somebody told me that once too." 

She looked at me long and hard before continuing, "And yes, I have tried pot a time or two. Your Dad and I experimented with it in the late sixties, but I haven't smoked any in years."

My jaw must have fallen because she laughed softly and said, "Don't look so shocked. Your Mom wasn't born yesterday you know." She stopped for a second before continuing, "Why? Do you have some?"

"Some what?" I asked self-consciously.

"Pot." She said. "This is what this conversation is about isn't it?" she demanded softly.

I replied, "Yeah, I guess so." I paused for a second and asked, "And if I did would you want to try some?"

She replied a lot more quickly than I expected, "Yeah, sure. Why not."

I was frankly rather shocked that she had agreed, and it must have shown on my face because she said, "Better close your mouth or a fly's going to get in." Then she asked, "Well do you have any pot or not?"

"Yeah, I do." I replied as I rose from my chair and walked to my room.

I pulled the packet of bud from its hiding place and opened it. I took the rolled joint out, repacked the bud and replaced it in its place on the shelf. Then I remembered the coke from the previous night. I opened the baggie and was about to dip the end of the joint in the white powder. But I reconsidered, resealed the baggie and put it back next to the dope.

Carrying the joint in my hand I walked self-consciously back into the living room. I had never smoked dope with my mother, obviously, and even though she had consented to this experiment it still felt very odd. 

My head veritably spun as I sat down on the couch next to mom. The look on her face showed that she was feeling weird too, but probably not as weird as I did. 

Mom didn't smoke but she always kept ashtrays and books of matches out for guests. I pulled an ashtray over in front of me, and held the joint out to Mom. She took the joint, put and put it between her lips. Picking up a book of matches I pulled one match free and lit it. I placed the flame to the end of the joint and she drew in the aromatic smoke.

She pulled in a huge lung full of smoke and handed the joint to me. I put the joint between my lips and I took a huge toke. I knew in that first minute that she had more than simply 'experimented' with pot.

She held her lung full of smoke until I handed the joint back to her. She blew out the smoke and took another toke. "This is good shit!" She grunted hoarsely while still holding her toke in.

I expelled the smoke from my lungs and said, "Yeah Mom it is. Its really good shit!" before taking the joint for another toke of my own. 

As I was about to put the joint to my lips I got to thinking about the way Julie and Peggy had smoked the dope this afternoon and asked, "You want to be super charged?"

Mom expelled the smoke from her lungs. The smoke rolling lazily from her mouth makes her look so sexy. 'I sure would love to kiss her right now.' I thought while I waited for her reply.

"Supercharged? What's that?" She asked hoarsely.

"It's when I take a mouthful of smoke and blow it into your mouth. It forces more smoke into your lungs than you normally can get. It's kind of neat and it gets you stoned faster." I explained as I lifted the joint to my lips.

Mom thought about it for only a second before responding, "Sounds good to me. Go ahead if you want."

I put the joint to my lips, motioned to mom to move closer, and proceeded to fill my mouth with the acrid marijuana smoke. Mom slid as close as she could to me and sat there expectantly looking at me. When I could hold no more smoke in my mouth I pulled the joint away, leaned toward mom, and put my lips to hers.

My lips touched hers and I commenced to fill her lungs with the smoke from the joint. She started to pull away after a second; I guess that the sheer volume of smoke pouring into her mouth surprised her. I'd seen this happen before and I put my hand to the back of her head and pulled her lips tight against mine.

Mom opened her mouth as I pressed my lips to hers and sucked in all of the smoke from my mouth. Our lips remained pressed together even after all the smoke had been transferred as we shared a soft sweet kiss.

When I finally pulled away I watched as the smoke rolled from her warm lips. Then I looked in her eyes and saw a look of confusion and soft passion there. 

Mom let the smoke slowly drift from her mouth. I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers and we shared a soft warm kiss before I finally pulled back to take another toke for myself.

Mom and I sat there sharing the joint until it was a roach. Then Mom showed me how to make a Jefferson Airplane and we finish the joint off completely.

"Wow! That is some far out weed man." Mom gushed as she turned around and leaned back against me.

I chuckled at the way she talked, all San Francisco Hippy like. 'It's so cute.' I thought to myself. 

I'd had my arm draped along the back of the couch, she took my hand and pulled it down, draping my arm over her shoulder. Holding my hand in both of hers she fidgeted with my fingers and said in mock indignation, "Hey man, don't make fun of the way I talk." 

"Ok Mom, I won't. It is just so cool. I never knew that you were hip." I said giggling.

"Your mom is about as hip as it gets, man." She said giggling too.

Still laughing, she leaned the back of her head against my shoulder. "This is nice." She said.

"Yeah it is." I responded, putting my other hand to the back of her head and stroking her hair.

She sat up a little and looked at me in a weird way before turning her head back around and leaning back against me again. The warmth of her body against mine made me feel warm inside. I wanted to hold her tight and make her feel safe. 

The way that she held my hand, my fingers brushed lightly against the top of her breasts. If I hadn't been pretty much all sexed out I probably would have attempted to grope her. But as it was, I had my hormones pretty much under control at that moment so I didn't do anything to get myself slapped or anything.

"I haven't felt this good in ages." She soothed. "I remember how your father and I would get high and just sit and rap for ages. Then we would make love and..." She stopped self-consciously and continued apologetically, "I'm sorry baby. I bet you didn't want to hear all about that stuff did you?"

"No Mom, it's alright. Tell me anything you want to." I said with true interest.

"No, it's dead history anyway." She said sadly.

"History isn't dead, just the people in it." I quoted from one of her lectures to me while I was struggling in school.

She laughed and then she said, "Ok, but not too graphic." She continued slowly and self-consciously, "Your Dad and I didn't do drugs much. Just a few times and never when you were around." She paused for a second and tumbled on, "We would send you to your grand parents for a weekend and then we would get stoned and lay around the house listening to music, and making love. Sometimes we would get dressed up and go down to the hippy section of town and take in a few clubs."

"I sure would have liked to see you then." I said.

"You did. You were around back then too." She replied in a puzzled voice. 

"Yeah, I know that." I stated. "But I sure would like to have seen you dressed up like some hippy mamma. I bet you were one far out fox." I concluded.

"Well I didn't really look much different than I do now, just cooler." She giggled and then continued, "Besides I've still got all my old clothes in the closet somewhere. You know me, I never throw anything away."

"Cool!" I enthused. "Can I see you in them? If you put the hippy clothes on I'll put on some music." I finished with a grin.

She paused for a moment before replying, "Sure, I think that I can still fit into them. But don't laugh." She paused for a second as if she had lost her train of thought, then she amended softly, "But we'll have to do it some other time. Right now I don't really think that I could get into it."

"Ok Mom, anytime you want." I replied quietly.

"Your so understanding baby." Mom enthused as she brought my fingers to her lips for a kiss.

We lapsed into silence following that exchange. I returned my attention to the old movie on the TV while Mom seemed lost in her thoughts as she continued to nervously fiddle with my fingers.

The movie was coming to its finale and the credits ran as Mom let go of my fingers and her hands dropped away. I sat there for a minute trying to decide whether to wake her up or let her sleep. She seemed so peaceful that I decided to let her sleep and watched the television as the movie faded out and the nightly news came on.

With Mom's hands removed from my fingers I began to almost automatically move them in a light pattern across the soft flesh of her breast. The feel of her soft flesh against my fingers was so nice and comforting. But the trail of my fingertips on her skin roused Mom from her light sleep.

"Damn, I must have drifted off." She muttered groggily.

"Yeah, guess you did." I confirmed softly before adding, "I was about to head to bed myself."

Mom sat up, rose unsteadily from the couch, and then turned toward me with her arms extended. I sat there just looking at her for a second, not really understanding what she wanted. Then she waved her hands at me and commanded softly, "Come on sweetie. It's time for bed."

I put my hands in hers and allowed her to pull me from the couch. Then with one of my hands still held in hers she set off for the hallway and the bedrooms.

"Gotta shut off the tube." I objected and we walked to the TV and I turned it off before heading off toward the hall again. As we passed the light switch I turned off the lights in the living room and we walked hand in hand down the hall.

I fully expected Mom to stop at her bedroom door and go in, but instead she kept her grip on my hand and headed straight down the hall to my room. She opened the door and walked in before she let go of my hand and walked across the room. I stood there dumbly watching her walk around the bed, pull the covers down and sit down on the bed.

"Aren't you coming to bed sweetie?" she asked as she pulled the sweatpants off.

"Oh yeah." I replied slowly as I came out of my momentary trance.

I watched Mom drop her sweatpants to the floor and pivot on the bed. In the split second before she pulled the covers over her body, I got a clear view of her white cotton panties and shapely legs. "Come on, baby. Turn off the light and come to bed." She instructed as she nestled her head against the pillow.

"Sure Sarah." I replied, for some reason using her given name instead of her title.

She looked up at me and smiled softly before affirming quietly, "That's a good boy, baby." Then she lifted the covers on my side of the bed to make it easier for me to get in.




Blue Velvet Ch. 11



I turned to the light switch and flicked it off. Then I swung the door closed before I moved toward the bed. I unfastened my jeans and let then drop to the floor before sitting down on the bed. I pulled the trousers off my feet and shucked my socks before pivoting on the bed and lying down.

I reached for the blankets to pull them over my body and came into contact with Mom's hand as she was in the process of covering me up. I allowed Mom to put the covers over my body and then I felt her buxom form come into contact with my muscular frame as she snuggled up against me.

"This is nice." She stated softly as she nestled her head against my shoulder.

My arm was still at my side so with Mom laying so tight against me my bicep was nestled against her soft breast while my hand lay against her thigh at crotch level. Mom had her arm still draped across my chest on the outside of the covers. 

Mom idly caress my other arm and my chest through the layer of blankets for a second before she moved it beneath the covers and pulled the blankets up tight below her chin. Then she ran her arm across my chest and cupped my shoulder in her hand.

"You comfy baby?" She asked sleepily.

"Yeah Sarah, nice and comfy." I lied softly. I was anything but comfortable at that minute. I mean I felt nice and warm and comforted. But I was confused and surprised too.

"That's nice baby." Mom replied sleepily and she lifted her lips to give me a fleeting kiss on my cheek.

It took only a few minutes before Mom drifted into a deep sleep and began to softly snore. As she drifted deeper into sleep she pulled her body even tighter against my arm, causing my bicep to rub firmly against her breasts. Then she draped her leg partly over my legs causing my fingers to come into contact with her pussy.

I idly stroked her thigh with my fingers and Mom sighed softly, "Mmmmmmmgh." And she pressed her crotch tighter against my hand.

With the back of my hand pressed so very tightly against her crotch I could feel the bulk of a Kotex through the thin fabric of her cotton panties. My fingers continued to idly stroke her leg and she mumbled softly, "Not tonight, baby." And I felt her lips kiss my shoulder softly.

For no real reason I responded softly, "No problem Sarah."

"Mmmmngh, ummmmm. Good boy." She mumbled from her dream world and pressed herself even tighter against me. 

In a matter of minutes after Mom drifted off into sleep. I drifted off to sleep myself and entered into a series of erotic encounters in the land of nod.