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Opportunities

By: Iamqwerty



Hello, I hope you enjoy this story of mine. I wrote this because I feel that people need to be able to read something practical every now and then. I have looked and read stories that people write, and to me, most of them seem hard for me to swallow as 'something that could actually happen.' So, here's a very personal story, that is fiction, but seems to me, practical and possible. This is a story. So don't expect anything big in the first chapter. If you have any ideas or questions, you can message me at my secondary email. Thank you. - Shawn

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Chapter One - Ramen Noodles

Ramen Noodles. Again. I sighed as I looked down at the bowl and my stomach almost knotted from exasperation. Living on my own at the age of 20 was a difficult task, and it was especially hard on my wallet, who like me, seemed always to be starving. But it was food, and the cost was low, so I could afford to buy 6 packages for a dollar. But still, the taste was getting old.

I took the bowl and headed to the living room, sat down on the futon, and then ate; staring at the wall where I had planned to put a tv, when and if I could afford one. But until then, I was left with my thoughts. I thought first about rent that was due next week, I thought about when I would be able to get back into college again, and I thought about what I should do for the rest of the day. And from that, leapt out a much larger thought. 

I had been spending so much time lately thinking about work and bills, that I had completely thrown out the idea of a personal life. Here I was, on a Saturday night, alone, with nowhere to go. I was new to the town, so I had no friends close to me, and I did not know how to go about meeting new friends. In high school, it had been easy to meet people, but now I was 20 years old, and in a new place. How did people my age meet new people?

I laid the bowl on the floor, sat back against the futon, and thought. Clubs? No, there were a few in the city next to me, but I wasn't old enough to drink, and I've always been clumsy with my feet. Besides drinking and dancing, I had no idea what people did at clubs. I had never been to one. I was from a small town of Lometa in Texas with a small population of around three-hundred. Now, I was in a much larger town, and the population was around three-thousand, but it still seemed like there weren't many places for a person to meet people. 

I became slightly frustrated that I wasn't able to think of any different places to meet people, so I stood up, left my car keys on the hook, and simply walked. I didn't know where I was going, but I kept walking until I reached the highway, and then I started walking down the highway. Several minutes passed, but my irritation and boredom had not. Why did I feel the need to walk somewhere? Did I expect a girl my age to just pop out of the bushes and ask if I was single? The idea seemed ridiculous, but as I passed a row of high bushes by the sidewalk, I felt as if I expected just that. But then I passed the bushes and I still walked alone.

I stopped in front of the library, and headed inside. The lady at the front desk greeted me, and then went back to staring at a blank computer screen. I passed the books, and the dvds, and the audio books, until I reached a stretch of tables that lined the walls that held computers. With all of the computers available, it was easy to find a computer in decent condition.

I turned on the screen, swiped my card, and the desktop revealed itself. At the top of the screen, was a timer, telling me that I had 45 minutes to use the computer. I started looking up things to do and ways to meet people. I was a little relieved to see that I was not the only person in their twenties who had the same problem as me. There were hundreds of forums of people with the same predicament. People suggested going to clubs, bars, or parks; but all of these seemed silly to me. I did not drink, so that got rid of the idea of going to a club or bar, and I couldn't fathom a woman going to a park to meet men. And then, I read the craziest of them all:

"I would suggest you do something in a public setting like a museum or maybe a library."

I silently laughed at the idea, but was cut off my a girl who sat at the computer next to me. She looked at me, smiled, and then turned on her screen. I was suddenly curious, then happy, and then dumb-stricken.

The idea of saying, "Hey, I see you're on a computer...me too." seemed idiotic, but I couldn't think of anything else.

I turned my head away from the screen.

"Hey." I said, biting my tongue so that I wouldn't mention to her the fact that I was on a computer. 

She looked at me and smiled and whispered the same back in return, and her eyes remained on mine, not returning to her screen.

I quickly searched for something to say and to my avail, I said, "Whatsup?"

She looked down, as if she wanted to see my shoes, and then she looked back up at me, with her mouth slightly open. She closed it, and then said, "Well, I came here to look at some recipes. What about you?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. I just got bored, so I came here."

"Well, what do you do for fun?"

The question took me by surprise, so I told her about how I was new to town and I didn't know what to do with myself. Then, I asked her the same question.

She looked at her screen, which was now on some recipe for honey prawns, and then looked back at me. Her face was a little flustered, but she smiled, and said, "Same, actually. I'm new here. I just came here to look up random stuff." She looked at her screen, and then back at me. "Do you cook?"

I laughed. "Ramen noodles, lately, and it seems like I will be eating them for a while longer until I hear back from the food stamp office."

Her face grimaced and she looked appalled. "Would you keep eating them if I told you how much sodium were in those?"

I shrugged, and said, "Yeah, I would," and then I laughed before saying, "but only because I don't know what sodium is nutritionally speaking."

She gave me a matter-of-fact look, and said, "Salt."

This confused me. Why was salt bad for you? I put salt in most of my food anyway. Was I doing something unhealthy? Heck, why did I care? I wasn't unhealthy. I had an athletic body and I weighed one-hundred-twenty pounds. I wanted to ask her, but to avoid looking unknowledgeable, which I was, I decided to change the subject.

We talked for a while longer and then somewhere in the midst of the conversation, I started looking at her differently. She was slightly shorter than me, and she was roughly the same size. Her brown hair seemed to frame her face in an almost artistic way. In the center of the frame, were large brown eyes that looked back at me. Below those, were a pair of almost pink lips. She suddenly seemed so pretty and alluring. She seemed so...kissable.

Then I thought about the situation at hand. There were many other seats available, but she sat next to me. Was this... a sign? Was she attracted to me. My head went back to the screen, and I read the words, "Be confident and don't miss an opportunity." I let my hand drift and touch her arm. The touch seemed unexpected to her, but she allowed it, and put her hand on mine. Don't miss an opportunity, I thought.

I looked at her and leaned in closely. I became suddenly, so hypersensitive, that I could feel her warm breath on my face as she moved closer. I brushed her hair back with my hand, and swept it behind her ear, and then moved it to the back of her neck. Then, I kissed her.

Her lips were warm as they lightly touched mine and I could feel her tongue press against her bottom lip. I opened my mouth with hers and kissed her bottom lip, grabbing it with lips before pulling her closer. We then embraced into something so passionate that it was almost carnal. I pressed my entire body against her and ran my fingers through the length of her hair. I felt her inhale with each kiss, as if she were trying to steal my air. And then, she stopped when my computers time went off. 

"Don't miss an opportunity" was all I read before the screen powered off. But I had. I had imagined it all. I looked over at her and said goodbye. She smiled and said, "Maybe I'll see you again." 

"Yeah, hopefully." I replied, and then I turned away. Should I give her my number? What do I say? Do I just give it to her? Surely not. I turned my eyes back and saw her looking at me. I nodded and waved one last time. No. I don't think she was interested in me. I left the library and returned home alone.

Opportunities in Bad Economic Times



A buddy of mine and I were sitting around talking about the current economic situation and were wondering what all those people who were losing their jobs would be willing to do for money. Both of our jobs were very secure. This guy and I had often talked about sex and watched porn together as we masturbated. Our wives didn't know about our hobby and we were careful about being discrete. Occasionally we helped each other out as we jerked off, but mutual stroking was the extend of our bi-sexual activity. 

Eventually, as we started wondering if we could convince women in nearby Virginia (we live in Maryland near DC) to pose nude for money. As we talked a plan emerged that exceeded our imagination. The following is a story of our experiment with exotic modeling. 

We decided to create an exotic modeling business where we would prepare a picture portfolio and short videos of women that we would then circulate to people running adult web sites. If we got a call back we would take 10% of the payment for the pictures and future pictures or videos. Initially, we had no plans of actually submitting the pictures to others. It simply started out as an experiment and a lark. Later we did sell some pictures and movies and even earned a small profit above our costs. 

To make the business a real as possible we wrote up a business plan and then prepared business cards, a sign board, printed up some fliers and prepared some add for the local papers and some web sites. We also consulted a lawyer to make sure our business was following all local laws and ordinances. With the lawyer's help, we prepared agreement forms that the women would fill out and complete to protect us from any liability and give us rights to distribute their pictures without their permission. 

My friend's brother had some office rental property that was vacant that he gave us to use for free. It was located just outside of Washington, D.C. in Virginia. 

We then bought a domain and put up a professional looking web site. Not knowing that our idea would work or not, we didn't buy any furniture or rent any camera equipment. We figured that we could do this if enough women responded to our advertisements. 

The first add we placed was one that we thought would not work. We asked for real mothers and daughters who were comfortable with posing nude with each other. We specified that the daughters needed to be between the ages of 18 and 24 and that the mothers should not be older than 45. We also stated that slim petite women were preferred. 

We then placed our adds asking women who were interested in earning extra money from erotic modeling to contact us with a passport style picture via our web site. Two days after the ads appeared, the responses started coming in. We were both shocked with the response we received. Some of the responses came from daughters who said that they could convince their mothers to pose with them in the nude. Others came from mothers asking if they could pose alone. Within a week we had over 50 responses. We then decided to buy some used office furniture, which was cheaply available due to so many companies going out of business. We decorated our office, duplicated the forms, got a phone installed and then rented some camera equipment so that we would look professional. We practiced using the equipment on ourselves so that we were proficient. We prepared our scripts so that we could talk smoothly to the candidates. Finally, we collected and printed pictures from the web to prepare a portfolio of sample soft-core and hard-core pictures. We then wrote back to the top 10 responses asking them to call our office on Saturday morning to arrange an appointment. Again we were surprised when 6 of the people we wrote back to called us for an appointment and to learn more about what was involved. All of the women who called said that they had no experience doing this, and we assured them that being armatures was actually preferred. They also asked what would be involved in the first meeting. We explained that we would start by simply talking with candidate models and asking their questions. If we both felt that modeling could be successful, we would have a quick photo shoot to prepare a basic portfolio of images that we would then submit to different web sites to see if they were interested in buying more. Each of the women also asked if they would be charged for this service. We explained that we would only get paid if we succeeded in selling pictures or videos. They were all relieved by this. We also explained that if we thought there was a very good chance of selling images or movies we would pay the models a small honorarium for a more comprehensive set of images or movies. This seemed to excite them.

Of the six women who called back three were able to come in later that day for their interview. We scheduled each meeting for 1.5 hours with 15 min. between each one so that the different models wouldn't meet. Later, we made sure that there would be several women at a time in the waiting room. We found that that this encouraged them to do more for us. 

Bill and I were both very nervous and excited as we waited for the first mother daughter team to arrive. We had a hard time keeping our cocks from getting hard as we talked. We had decided that I would be the photographer and that Bill would be the manager. 

Just minutes before the first scheduled meeting there was a knock at the door. I opened the door to see two attractive women standing outside looking nervous. After brief introductions, Bill asked them to sit at our small conference table to complete the first set of forms. I offered them some water, coffee or tea. They both asked for water. While they completed the authorization form we took photocopies of their driver's licenses to verify their ages and that they were indeed mother and daughter. 

Our first form asked the usual biographical question and then introduced the topic of exotic and erotic modeling so that they would fully understand that the modeling involved partial and complete nudity that was designed to be sexual in nature. The form also noted that we would take pictures and movies of them together and individually and that we would then distribute the results to web sites that might be interested in buying more. We explained that if there was a call back we would ask them to come in for more pictures and a brief movie depending on the needs of the site expressing interest in them. We also explained that the call back might involve lesbian or heterosexual activity. The form also asked them to create their "stage names" as a mother daughter team. 

After they completed the form we sat at the table going over their answers and answering their questions. One of the first questions they asked is why we were asking for mother and daughter teams. We explained that there was a great deal of interest in erotic photos and movies of mothers and daughters and we felt that there was a better chance to sell these than usual solo situations. They also asked if they would have to take off their clothes for the demo shoot. We explained that the web sites we were going to send these pictures to had to be interesting and erotic and that this required them to be nude. The mother then asked if they would have to touch each other sexually. We said that this would be good to do but not necessary if they were not comfortable with it. They were nervous when asking questions often looking away as they mentioned more sexual things. We asked them if they would like to see some sample portfolios of women we are working with. They both responded positively and Bill collected the binder from his desk. We explained that we had removed all identification from the sample portfolio. Most of the pictures were of erotic nude women of different ages and sizes. Toward the end of the binder we had a tab for hard-core content. When they came to this they both looked up their faces were flushed red. We said that they would have to look at this section if they were uncomfortable. The daughter simply reach over and turned the tab to expose a group of pictures of women stroking and sucking cock and a few showed intercourse and it ended with some facial shoots. By the time they finished with the binder their faces were glowing red. I had a hard on and hopped that it would relax before I had to stand. 

They asked a few more questions and then we asked if they would like to go forward with their first photo shoot. They looked at each other, sighed and in a resigned sort of way said yes. We then collected their forms, and I guided them into our studio room. 

I asked them to sit next to each other on the couch and then with my light meter adjusted the lights. After the first look through the camera, I asked if they would like to freshen up their makeup and comb their hair. They both giggled and eagerly asked where they could freshen up. I directed them to the small bathroom and returned to the process of setting up for the shoot. 

In a bit they returned looking much more relaxed and bright. I had them sit down and said that I would start taking some pictures of them fully clothed as Bill operated the video camera to record the full session. After the first few shots I asked them to take off their tops and to pose in their bras. I encouraged them to look sexy and erotic. They both turned red as they undid their blouses. My breathing tightened, it was so dam exciting to see them slowly take off their tops to expose very sexy bras. I had them strike different poses together and embracing. They giggled and seemed uncomfortable but I talked to make them feel comfortable. I then asked the daughter to cup her mother's breast as she put one finger under the bar strap as if she was getting ready to take it off. At first the daughter was very nervous and wasn't sure how to cup her mother's breast, but soon they relaxed and as she cupped her breast she squeezed slightly and her mother breathed deeply. I had them stare into each other's eyes and asked the mother to bring her own hand to her daughter's breast. She did this slowly and then I asked them fondle each other and to look as if they were enjoying it. They did as instructed and it was clear from the red flush of their chests that they were getting excited. 

I told them that they were natural models and told them how sexy they were. They responded positively to this encouragement and seemed to relax even more. I then asked them to remove each other's bras. I moved in for some close-ups and took some shots of each other their nipples which had grown hard. I asked them to fondle their own breasts and to look as if they were sexually excited by this. They responded perfectly staring at each other's breasts as they fondled themselves. 

I then stopped them, looked at my watch and asked if they would remove their pants and panties for the file part of the demo shoot. They agreed and after removing their shoes their pants fell to the ground followed by their panties. The mother was nearly completely shaved and the daughter had a full bush of soft brown hair. The daughter was surprised to see her mother's bald pussy. The mother commented that it made fucking her father easier. She then smiled and the daughter turned bright red.

I took the remaining shots with then in different poses exposing the pink of their pussy. After about 10 minuet of more shooting. I said that that was all for today and told them to get dressed. Bill kept filming as they dressed. By this time, they had completely forgotten about bill and chatted quietly about the experience, helping each other with their bars and then stood before us fully dressed.

I asked how they felt about the experience and they said that they felt good. The daughter asked if they could see the results. I said that I would put together a proof sheet for them that I would email. We then walked them to the reception area telling them that as soon as we received a call back request we would contact them for a follow-up shoot. They thanked us, we shook hands and then they left. 

As soon as the door was closed Bill and I looked at our watched and realized that we had about 20 min before the next appointment and decided that we had enough time to quickly jackoff over the movie he had taken. As I dropped my pants he connected the camera to the computer and we were soon watching the two women strip nude for us. We both started jerking wildly eager to release all the pent up sexual tension. It didn't take long before we were both spurting out large ribbons of cum over the desk. After the last drop fell from our softening cocks we quickly cleaned up the desk, sprayed the room to remove the odor of sex and go ready for our next appointment. 

We had just finished getting everything ready when there was a knock at the door.

.... Next Part II ....



Opportunities Not Missed



Paul had been working at the chemical refinery since graduating college. Except for plant shutdowns twice a year his schedule was fairly light. Since the next shutdown was not scheduled to take place for two months, Paul decided to take a few days vacation. He had no particular activities planned; instead he was going to take care of various errands and small jobs around his house. Paul was telling his mother of his plans and when she learned he was going to the local hardware store she asked if she could go along.

"Paul, honey...I need to price some lighting fixtures. I want to make some changes and if I wait on your father it will never get done."

"Sure, Mom. I have some things to do in the morning. I can pick you up about 2:00. How's that?" he responded. Paul had heard his mother be more critical of his father lately and was curious as to the source of the attitude.

"You don't think Dad will get motivated?" Paul asked, chuckling.

"He just doesn't seem to be interested in anything anymore." replied his mother. "Unless it's golf...or work. Definitely nothing I am interested in."

"Damn, Mom. Is everything ok?" he inquired in a concerned tone.

"Sure, honey. You know old people are. Wanting things the way they used to be." she quietly answered.

"You're not old. You're only 46. That's just a spring chicken." He chided gently.

"You're very sweet, Paul." she smiled into the phone.

"You'd be surprised, Mom." said Paul.

Momentarily surprised by his tone, she thought her son might be flirting with her. Deciding he was simply joking around his mother played the comment off by laughing into the phone.

"You're such a naughty boy!" she exclaimed.

Her son laughed with her. "See you tomorrow, Mom."

"Ok, honey. Love you"

"Love you, too"

Placing the handset in its cradle, she leaned back in the chair going over the conversation. Closing her eyes remembering Paul's words and easy, playful manner. Visualizing his dark blue eyes, his close-cropped brown hair. Seeing his form in her mind she let herself think of his broad shoulders and long, well muscled legs. Her pulse quickened at the recollection of Paul's recent visit. He had taken some laps in the pool and she happened to look out the kitchen window as he strode up the steps out of the water. The steps were opposite her vantage so he faced away from the window as he exited the pool. She caught her breath at the sight of her son's powerful butt flexing under the wet cloth of his suit. The drops of water trickling down his body had caught the late afternoon sun and sparkled like a golden aura surrounding his tanned body as he turned. As if in a trance she gazed over the well-defined pects lightly covered with hair. Her eyes drifted down his flat stomach noting the tight abs. His loose fitting swimsuit clung to him and she could plainly make out the contour of his manhood swaying between his legs as he walked to a nearby chair to retrieve his towel. Watching the thick, pendulous organ sparked a lustful yearning within her soul. She shivered with the memory and silently rebuked herself. "Diane, Diane." She thought. "You really need to get a grip, dear." Shaking the cobwebs of the daydream she rose from the chair and attempted to concentrate on other things as she busied herself about the house.

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A little before 2:00, Paul pulled his car into his parent's driveway. His father was walking down the sidewalk carrying his golf bag. Paul thought, 'Golfing on a Wednesday?'

"Hiya, Paul." His father greeted him.

"Hello, Dad. You golfing today?" Paul asked.

"Nah. Hitting the road. My route will keep me out of town 'till Friday and there's a course I want to try before I come home. Your Mom told me you had some days off."

"Yeah. All work and no play." Paul winked. His father laughed

"Hello, honey." His mom greeted Paul from the doorway.

"Hi, Mom." He responded walking up and hugging her.

His father approached and, leaning in, gave his wife a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. "Bye, Diane. See you Friday. Maybe Saturday. I'll call. Love you."

"Have a safe trip, dear." Said Diane to her husband's back as he headed to his car.

Paul noticed a forlorn look pass over his mother's face as she watched his father back the car out and drive away.

"Ready to go?" Paul asked.

"Sure, honey." She replied smiling, the mood seeming to have passed.

Paul opened the passenger door of his truck for his mother watching as she stepped up into the vehicle. Diane was attired in khaki slacks and a white t-shirt with her country club logo prominently displayed. The effort she exerted caused the material of her slacks to be pulled tightly to her ass and thigh. Paul noticed the shape of his mother's ass revealed by the garment molding itself against the round, full form. Diane settled into the seat and Paul closed the door firmly, shaking his head to rid it of the vision he had just seen. His girlfriend had been distant of late and only last night had found some excuse not to have dinner with him. As if his thoughts were being read his mother asked as they drove away from the house, "How's Lisa?"

"She's doing ok. We haven't seen much of each other lately. You know the shut-down just finished and our schedules haven't been cooperating." Paul shrugged.

They engaged in more small talk as they made their way to the hardware store. Once there, Diane accompanied her son to the lumber department. Paul made his selection and arranged for the pick up of the articles on the store's dock.

"Mom, go ahead and get the things you need. I'll pick up the lumber and meet you around front."

"Ok, honey" his mother responded. "See you in a minute."

While Paul helped the store employee load the lumber into the bed of his truck it began to rain. The rain fell steadily and it did not take long before Paul's clothes were soaked through. Cursing under his breath Paul drove his truck around to the front of the store. As he approached he saw his mother standing under the covered walkway of the main entrance. There was another truck waiting under the cover for some reason and Paul stopped short of the cover and waited for the driver to move. For some reason his mother began to move toward Paul's truck. "Wait!" Paul shouted involuntarily. At the same moment Diane began to trot the rain became a deluge. Even though the distance from her starting point to the vehicle was twenty feet, she was totally drenched by the time she opened the door.

"My goodness!" she exclaimed as she slammed the door.

"You should've waited, Mom. I would've pulled up to get you." Paul said.

"I didn't think it was raining that hard." Said Diane.

Paul reached into the extended cab and retrieved a roll of paper towels. Tearing a couple off he handed them to his mother. He took a couple more and wiped his face and arms. Paul looked over to see if his mother needed more assistance and immediately noticed her t-shirt had become almost transparent when the water soaked it. He could easily make out the outline of Diane's bra and the material molded itself into her subtle cleavage. Diane was by no means buxom but at only 5'3" her breasts were ample for her frame. The air conditioning in the truck chilled her wet body to the point that her nipples stiffened and protruded noticeably. Even though covered by a t-shirt and bra, Diane's nipples were stunning. Half an inch long and at least half an inch in diameter, they seemed to be trying to escape their confinement. Paul stared a mere moment longer than he meant to and his mother was able to figure out what had caught his attention. She experienced a brief feeling of embarrassment that quickly transformed into a vague detachment.

His mother stole a glance at him and saw Paul was occupied negotiating the parking lot. Unable to exercise any control, Diane's gaze was drawn to her son's lap. A tube shaped bulge was pinned against his thigh by the wet fabric of his shorts. Diane was revisited by that same primal desire that she had experienced the day she had brazenly watched her son by the pool. Gripped by this craving she impulsively decided to act. Leaning to her left, the woman reached into the extended cab weakly mumbling, "I need another towel."

Diane's titties brushed her son's arm that was resting on the console as she leaned over. Feeling his muscles flex fueled her longing and she shamelessly moved her upper body so that as she returned to her seat her taut nipples raked Paul's bicep. Diane used the excuse of the paper towel to tease her nipples unseen by her son. As Diane daubed the towel against the front of her t-shirt, she gently squeezed her breasts and raked her fingers over her stiff nubs. She was so worked up by the electricity of the moment and her lust driven actions that she was barely conscious of her surroundings. Wanting to know if her bold endeavor had affected her son, Diane furtively looked into Paul's lap. She almost cried out when she saw that his member had swollen to twice the size of her previous glance. Paul and Diane were so caught up in their respective reveries that they thought nothing of the fact that not a word was exchanged between them on the return trip.

*****

Arriving at his parent's home, Paul pulled into the driveway. The rain had subsided, but the sky still looked threatening.

"Come inside and dry off, Paul." His mother suggested.

Paul shook his head slightly, "Nah. It won't take me long to get home. I'll be ok."

"Nonsense." She insisted. "You'll come in and get dry."

He recognized her tone of voice and realized that argument would be useless. His mother had made up her mind and the path of least resistance seemed attractive at the moment. They exited the truck and entered the house. Diane walked towards the bedroom speaking over her shoulder, "Get out of those wet clothes and I'll bring you a robe, Paul."

"Mom. Really. It's not necessary." Her son protested.

"Don't argue, Paul. I can dry them in no time. There's no good reason to go out in wet clothes." Her frustration was evident.

"Ok, Ok. " he surrendered. "I'll be in the hall bath."

Paul went into the bathroom and disrobed. His clothes were so drenched they were dripping. He put the wet clothes in the sink and decided to take a piss since he had time to kill. Having finished the task he absently gripped his penis with a satisfying pressure. The member began to engorge, filling his hand warmly. As his hardness progressed Paul called the afternoon's memories to mind. Wet, clinging cotton against the pliable flesh of his mother's breasts. He stroked the veined rod slowly. Molding the memory into a desire he pictured the t-shirt removed. The bra, wet as it was, masking only slightly the dark areola tipped by thick, erect nipples. The hand moving the length of his cock increased in speed, his grip tightening.

"Paul, honey." Diane knocked on the door softly.

Paul almost cried out in his surprise. Collecting himself he answered. "Yeah?"

The door opened enough for her arm to extend, holding a white, terry cloth robe. "Take this." She instructed.

He took the robe and the door closed. Trying to clear his mind of fantasy, Paul put the robe on and tied the belt. Although his erection had somewhat subsided, adjustments were necessary to keep the organ in the confines of the garment. He left the bathroom and went down the hall to the den. Not seeing his mother he called, "Mom!"

"In the kitchen, honey. Sit down, I'll be right in." his mother replied.

Paul was seated in a plush leather chair when his mother came in from the kitchen. She was wearing a short, kimono style robe that had the shiny appearance of silk. It was a bright red with a subtle gold pattern stitched into it. As his mother crossed the room, he took note of the tan, smooth thighs that extended beyond the hem of her robe. He realized that the robe was so short it barely covered her ass. His eyes moved up passed Diane's hips, past a waist only slightly thickened by age to see the thin garment snugly contacting her titties. Without a bra her breasts hung like two trembling cones against the silky material. Paul could see that the robe was not covering his mother's tan line and he was amazed at the contrast her white skin created. They bounced slightly as she walked, a sensual display that could've been accidental. Diane was standing within a foot of her son before he saw the glasses in her hands.

"Here." His mother held a glass out to him. "You'll like this."

Paul took the drink from her, his mind churning with thoughts and images that were distracting. He concentrated enough to say, "Thanks."

Diane turned on her heel to take a seat in the chair opposite her son. Her movement caused the robe she was wearing to flare a bit at the hem. Again, he caught a glimpse of stark white skin and knew the woman was not wearing panties. Paul gulped the drink in an attempt to occupy his mind with something besides the raw lust that was growing within him. He tasted the rum as it burned his throat. Diane situated herself and sipped her drink. They discussed various mundane subjects with no particular connection for almost an hour, going through two more drinks. Paul was feeling the effects of the alcohol in the strong drinks, and was losing the battle with his libido. As his mother chattered on, her conversation sprinkled with giggles and lively arm movements, Paul could tell she was loosening up as well.

"So." Diane drew the word out. "You haven't been spending time with Lisa?"

"Nah." Paul put his glass to his lips.

"That must be very frustrating for a guy your age." She said, slightly slurring the words.

"How do you mean?" he asked.

His mother giggled, making her breasts quiver under the robe.

Paul realized what she meant and felt a bit embarrassed. Somewhat at the subject matter, and somewhat at not picking up on her original intent.

"Mom." He chided.

She raised her eyebrows innocently, "What? Shouldn't I bring the subject up?"

Did she accent the word 'up'? "Damn rum." He thought.

"I don't have a problem with the subject." He answered, trying to keep his voice even.

"Well. Is it frustrating?" she adjusted her position in the chair. Paul eyed her smooth legs as they slid against the fabric of the chair. He felt his cock swell a bit at the sight of the rounded calves pressed against themselves.

"I manage." He answered and thought, "I gotta get a hold of myself."

"How? Masturbation?" she sipped her drink calmly. Her mind was reeling. Diane could not believe she said that. She thought to herself, "Now you've done it."

The word hit Paul's mind like a slap. He did not react right away, surprising himself. Looking into his mother's eyes and replied quietly, "That's always an option." His cock was so hard now it was almost uncomfortable. Paul dared not move, though. He was trying to keep the turmoil of his thoughts masked.

"Do you masturbate often?" she asked, her voice a throaty whisper. Diane's thoughts screamed, "My God! Have you completely lost it?" In contrast, her body thrilled at the thought of her son's erect member in the grip of her hand.

Paul decided that he would go with it. "I don't know. Whenever I feel the need. When the tension gets too much. I want relief." Now he moved in his chair and the robe was pressed against his crotch so that his semi-erect rod could be seen across his thigh.

His mother was silent a moment in a reverie he could not discern. She was plainly staring at his hardness, but Paul could not tell what she was thinking. Once more he decided to push the boundary. "Do you masturbate, Mom?" he asked in an even voice.

She nodded, her eyes not leaving his lap.

"Do you get horny?" he asked.

She bit her bottom lip.

"You're horny now, aren't you?" 

She exhaled audibly.

"Mom!"

Her head jerked as she snapped to reality. "What?" she replied.

"Open your robe." Instructed her son.

Diane's mind was reeling. How had it gone so far? She had thought she could keep control. That she would have some fun, maybe some slight thrill. She felt totally lost.

"Open your robe." Repeated Paul.

She would resist. Yes, that was it. Diane secured her fleeing grip on sanity with that. She did not have to give in to the raging heat inside her. The heat that was making her shiver. Then he did it. Paul spread his robe in his lap. His thick penis lay along his thigh, the veins purple in their tumescence. He grasped the rod and stroked slowly down the shaft to the massive head. Diane's pussy instantly flooded. She could feel the moistness without even moving.

"Open your robe." He said again.

Diane put her feet on the floor and absently opened the garment revealing her body to her son. Resist? That was like a light on the horizon. Faint. Burning bright, but so very far away.

"Spread your legs." His hand worked up and down the veined shaft. His erection burned in his hand as he stared at the white, drooping cones of Diane's breasts. Her dark nipples were stiffened in her excited state and he marveled at the contrast. As if she could read his mind, Diane brought her hands to her breast and twisted her nipples slowly. Pulling, squeezing them so that they expanded in size.

His mother exposed her vagina to her son's gaze. As she moved her knees apart she felt a lightening bolt sear her soul. This was so wrong, but she needed to do it more than she had ever needed anything. Paul stared between her legs, looking at the sparse hair covering her mound. The now swollen lips gaping a bit, visibly damp.

"Touch it." He said.

She whimpered.

"Touch it." More insistent.

Diane's hand moved over her stomach slowly. Her desire at this moment was relief from the white, hot heat inside. She knew that there were other paths that were available, but at this moment she took the only path she could see. Her middle finger touched her clit and the heat exploded. She wanted to scream. Did she scream? The finger moved down into the folds of her lips, the wetness soaking it. She pushed the finger inside, closer to the heat. Her eyes fixed on her son jacking his now glistening cock. Swollen to full erection, it reared from his groin like a cobra. 'Why can't I scream?' she thought.

Paul watched his mother finger fuck her self. Diane was now moving two fingers in and out of her pussy. Her eyes were riveted to his cock as he jacked himself. She had scooted forward in the chair to meet the thrusts of her hand and was bucking against the intruding digits. Her thrusting was so animated that a squishing could clearly be heard over their breathing. She grunted softly and Paul could not tell if she was reacting in pleasure or frustration. Paul stood up, let the robe fall from his body and walked to his mother. She watched him approach and her hips became more busy. He was standing between her legs, his thighs against hers forcing them wider apart. She was now completely open, vulnerable. Exhibiting the flesh of her plump mound to her son, flaunting her self-gratifying actions.

"Fuck your cunt, Mother." He growled.

Diane yelped at hearing her son's lurid instruction. She quickened the pace of her thrusts, staring at the engorged penis inches from her face. Paul saw a scorching lust in her eyes and on impulse grasped her hair and pulled her head to his crotch. Directing his cock to her lips, he pushed the flared head into her mouth. She was now on the brink. The heat inside blistered away all control. It burned away the inhibition, the conscience, the shame. Her son's erect penis was in her mouth! He was moving his hips making the stiff member slide back and forth over her lips. Paul was holding his mother's head with one hand and reaching down with the other, squeezing her protruding nipples with the other. She was displaying her wanton, physical craving to him and his response was rampant, carnal sharing. It was too much. Paul saw his mother's body convulse as her orgasm exploded. Her eyes closed tightly and she tried to moan past the meat in her mouth. Still holding her hair with one hand, he withdrew his cock with the other. Pressing the hard dick to her cheek, he smeared her saliva and his precum over her contorted face. Diane sobbed in shuddering gasps feeling the heat of her orgasm subside. She looked up at Paul, her body twitching and whispered. "Do it."




Opportunities Not Missed



He lost control at those words and semen blasted from his dick into his mother's face. She squealed as the hot, viscous liquid hit her. Paul grunted as the orgasmic ejections repeatedly leapt from his body. Giving himself up to the moment, he smeared his load over the sweet face of his mother. Gazing through the tears and the semen Diane whispered, "I love you."