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R&R

By: wmj88



Note: This story is based off DC's controversial "Red Hood and the Outlaws" title set within the "New 52" continuity. All characters appearing and mentioned in this are all the property of DC Comics. 




Jason woke from his light sleep when he heard the door to his room open. The sound of soft footfalls came next, then the sagging of the bed as someone climbed on to it. "Jason," Kori whispered into his ear. "Make love to me."

Jason sat up on his elbows and looked at Kori. Even in the dim lighting of the bedroom he could see her perfectly. She was clad in a black tank top, jeans, and her feet were bare. Her golden skin glowed in the dark. For his part, Jason was only wearing the red bedsheet that now draped his body. "I don't know," he said. "Figured you'd be busy with your new toy."

In the past week they'd been holed up in this cabin in the mountains, Kori had been spending her nights with Roy. Each night they'd retire to Roy or Kori's room and Jason wouldn't see them until the morning. But he heard them quite well. Roy was a screamer. Jason didn't care, Kori was free to do what she wanted, he was just glad they they didn't use his bed this time.

"Roy is amusing," Kori said, kissing Jason on the cheek. "But the new has worn off of him."

"I guess I know how you wore it off," Jason said as Kori kissed his neck. Jason's hands went down to her ass. He squeezed a supple cheek and heard Kori's breath catch. The two kissed, their 
tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths. Kori's hand went southward to Jason's crotch, rubbing his cock through the sheet. Kori broke the kiss and winked at him, crawling off the bed. She stood at the front of the bed and removed her top. Kori's flaming red hair cascaded around her body. Her perfect breast were covered by a violet bra.

Jason jumped out of the bed and put his hands around Kori's waist. They stood there, embracing each other and making out for a few minutes. Jason moved his hands up and down her body while they kissed. Kori rubbed Jason's cock with her hand. Jason broke away from Kori and positioned himself behind her. Wordlessly, he reached forward and unsnapped her jeans. He took Kori's jeans and panties and gently slid them down to her thighs. Kori bit her lip and rubbed her ass against Jason's cock.

He grabbed the shaft and shoved himself inside Kori's pussy. Kori gasped as Jason took her from behind, standing up with his hands on her hips. Kori leaned forward and grabbed hold to the foot board of the bed while Jason pounded her pussy. Jason took his left hand off her hip and took hold of her long, flowing hair. He pulled Kori's hair as he picked up speed, his balls smacking against the back of her thighs. He grunted and started calling her name over and over in a hoarse whisper.

"Jason," she panted. "I'm going to cum..."

"Me too," he replied. Jason pulled himself out of Kori and stroked his cock. With a grunt, Jason thrust his hips forward and let the cum shoot out of his cock. The pearly ropes covered Kori's ass and lower back. She stood up and turned around, tugging Jason's cock with one hand while the two traded quick kisses.

"Lay down," Kori said to Jason, her emerald eyes glittering in the dim light of the room. "I'll be back in a moment."

Jason flopped down on the bed, breathing heavily. Kori undid her bra and tossed it down beside the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. Jason watched her as she padded across the room naked towards the bathroom. The sounds of running water filled the bathroom and steam rolled out the open bathroom door. A few moments later, Jason began to hear Kori's moans from the shower. He knew what she was trying to do. He looked down at his semi-hard erection and saw it was working. Cursing, Jason picked himself up off the bed and followed her into the shower. The curtain was open and Kori was soaking wet, her legs slightly spread and two fingers stroking her clit.

"Took you long enough," she said. Jason stepped into the shower and they kissed, the hot water soaking Jason's body. He took Kori by the hips and turned her around to face the wall. He entered her from behind and began to thrust. Kori put her hands against the wall while Jason put his right hand on Kori's crotch and stuck a finger inside. 

He fucked her from behind while he stroked and tweaked her clit. Kori moaned and began to thrust her ass backwards against Jason's cock. She looked back at him and smirked. "Make me cum this time and I'll let you cum in my mouth." Jason leaned forward and kissed her deeply. Kori broke the kiss and leaned forward against the wall, her ass grinding against his cock. Steam began to rise off Kori's body as the water struck it and Jason noticed smoke rising off the wall where Kori's hands were. Kori moaned and he pulled out just as her body shook with orgasm. She thrust her ass into the air and panted.

Jason grabbed Kori by her hips and began to pull her out of the shower. He wasn't done with her yet. He turned off the shower and headed back to the bedroom. He laid her on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed, her feet hanging off the side of the bed. Jason stood behind her and slid his cock inside of her. Kori's pussy was still tight from cumming. Jason thrust in and out of her in slow and long strokes. Jason ran his hands up and down Kori's curves while he picked up the pace. He put one hand on the small of her back to support himself. Kori was heating up again. She started to grind her ass against him again. Jason reached out and took hold of her wet hair, pulling her head back slightly as he fucked her. The way she wriggled against his cock, Jason was so turned on that he contemplated cumming right there, maybe even shooting his load inside Kori, but he thought better of it. Jason picked up speed, his balls flapped against Kori's thighs. She shifted upright as Jason kept fucking her from behind. With his hands still on her hips, Jason sucked on Kori's warm neck while she held on to the back of his neck.

"Harder," she groaned. Jason obliged, slipping his cock all the way out of Kori before he rammed it back inside of her. She shuddered against it. Jason began to thrust harder and harder inside of her. He felt the heat on Kori's ass and thighs and knew it was time. Jason pulled out as Kori came again, afraid that the feeling of her orgasm would push him over the edge. Kori gripped the bed and thrust her ass into the air, her legs and thighs spasming. Jason stroked his cock to keep it hard while Kori rolled over and crawled to the edge of the bed. She took his hard cock in her hands and placed the head of it in her mouth. She sucked on it while her left hand worked up and down Jason's shaft. He put his head back and groaned. He put his hand on the top of Kori's head, running his fingers through her damp hair. Kori deep-throated Jason's cock and took her mouth all the way down, her tongue licked Jason's balls. She pulled Jason's cock out of her mouth and ran her had up and down the shaft while she sucked his balls.

Jason let out groan as Kori looked up at him, one of his balls still in her mouth. "Are you ready to cum?" She asked, stoking his cock faster and faster. Jason nodded and Kori pursed her lips of on the head of his cock, sucking it while she worked her hand up and down his shaft. Jason put both hands on her head and bucked his hips. He moaned and let go, cum shooting out of his cock and in Kori's mouth. Kori kept sucking and jerking him until he was dry. She ran her tongue up and down Jason's shaft one final time and he felt his knees almost buckle. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and swallowed his load with ease. Jason collapsed on the bed, panting and sweaty.

"Come over here," he said, patting the bed. "It's been a while. Spend the night. I always like having you next to me in the night."

"Maybe," Kori said as she stood up and reached into her pile of clothes. She pulled out a black rubber hair band and pulled her flaming wet hair up, tying it up into a ponytail with the band. "We can sleep once I've had my fill of you...and I mean that literally."

Kori walked towards the bed and climbed up on it. She straddled Jason and leaned down to kiss him, her hands rubbing his chest. The two made out for several minutes, Jason's hands on Kori's hips while she teased his cock with her hands.
Kori nibbled on his earlobe and kissed his chest. Jason turned his head and watched as she navigated south, kissing his stomach before she handled his slowly stiffening penis. She gently blew on it before she ran her tongue across the head. Without warning, she placed his cock in her mouth and went to work. Jason looked down and watched her head bobbing up and down while inside her mouth, she rolled her tongue around his member and slowly licked the shaft. Jason placed his hand on the top of Kori's head and guided her pace with his hand. She brought one of her hands up to Jason's balls and tickled them. Kori pulled Jason's cock from her mouth and wrapped her voluptuous breast around his firm member. He slid up and down her breasts with ease. Jason let out a soft moan as he titty-fucked Kori.

"This time," she calmly said as she slid her tits up and down Jason's shaft, "I want you to cum inside of me."

Kori laid back down on the bed and crawled up to Jason. The two kissed deeply, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Jason positioned himself on top of Kori and spread her legs apart. He eased himself into her, slowly filling her all the way up with his hard cock. Kori put her legs on Jason's shoulders as he began to thrust against her. He placed his hands on her tits and began to massage them, stroking her purple nipples as he slid in and out of her. Kori groaned and her left foot hit Jason in the back of the head as she slid her legs down and tightly wrapped them around his waist. Jason grabbed the bed sheet on both sides of Kori's head for leverage, thrusting against the increased resistance she was creating.

Kori grabbed Jason's left wrist and took his hand, sticking his index finger in her mouth and sucking on it. Jason looked down and nearly came at what he saw. He was balls deep inside Kori's wet slit while her breasts rocked to Jason's pace. Her beautiful red hair framed her face perfectly and she had a mischievous look on her face while she sucked Jason's finger.

Jason picked up the pace and felt Kori's temperature heating up. She arched her back and her breast heaved as she gasped. "I'm close, I'm almost there. Don't stop, here I cum!"

Kori squeezed her legs harder and Jason gave it one final thrust inside her of. She contracted around Jason's cock and her hot hands grabbed his shoulders as she came. Jason closed his eyes and let go, feeling the cum erupting out of his cock and filling Kori. When he was done, Jason rolled over and flopped on the bed beside Kori.

He reached over and kissed her deeply. Once they broke the kiss, Kori slid over to him and rested her head on his shoulder. 

"How was that?" He asked as Kori snuggled up to him and put her hand on his chest. 

"Well done," she said.

Jason chuckled and pulled the sheet over them. They were both asleep within a minute. Both of them exhausted, both of them content. 

R&R Beach Day; Fun in the Sun



R&R are a couple I know, Rob and Rayna. They found me through my profile on a dating site. They reached out by sending a private message along with lots of their pictures. I liked their pictures and their brutally honest bio. I found it spoke volumes about them. They were sincere, sweet and totally straightforward. They didn't tell me I should go out or meet up with them. They didn't brag about being a Ken or Barbie type and they didn't brag about their conquests. They thanked me for sharing my pictures, told me what they like and offered to talk more to see if I was interested in meeting up. I never felt any pressure about anything through my interactions with them.

I also found Rob and Rayna to be naturally sexy. They are physically fit and she has soft feminine curves in all the right places. He is hung and ripped. Its not only about having great faces and great bodies, but confidence turns me on. I could tell from pictures of them at a nude beach, they have zero hang-ups about themselves and they are happy, healthy people. They have what I like to be around. 

I am often extremely cautious but my gut told me to give a little of myself to R&R, to see how they handled it. Rob and Rayna were immediately responsive but not pushy. I quickly learned from them they started swinging and swapping lovers together at a very young age and have a seasoned cache of lifestyle friends under their belt. They had a good amount of certifications on their profile too; people who credited them with authenticity.

They told me they were laid back but I saw that for myself the more and more I talked with them. I eventually gave them my number and they extended an invitation for getting together after some chatting to find out what I like. I told them I like the water and the outdoors. On a Tuesday, They invited me to the beach with them for the following Saturday. I accepted their offer because I didn't want to waste time with too much talk. If they were as cool as they seemed, I wanted to find out for myself. There was interest on both ends and so a plan was quickly discussed and put in place. I found them to be as direct as me and so easy-going. 

I normally wouldn't commit to an entire day with a couple (or a single) for a first date but it was made perfectly clear there weren't any expectations to play. I didn't even feel as if there would be. Plus, they were flexible on the time frame of the day too. I flat out told them my period was rapidly approaching and they still wanted to hang out and get to know me. They just liked how upfront I am and I liked the same quality about them. 

I'm not normally a beach-goer because I have super fair skin and burn easily. Also, I loathe a lot of driving which it takes to get to the beach from me but I love the sand and the water. I wanted to let Rob and Rayna include me in their experience and they assured me they'd do everything to make me comfortable, including bringing an umbrella to shade me. They offered to pick me up on their way to the beach and drive. I excitedly accepted. They informed me we were going to a nude beach but assured me we could leave any time I wanted to. At my own cognizance, I decided I didn't have to undress unless I wanted to either. I would play it by ear and do what I felt was comfortable. I had my two-piece set out for the day and planned on wearing it until I felt like revealing more. I've never been bothered by nudity. Bodies are just bodies. 

I also wasn't worried about receiving unwanted attention because there's no need for me to deal with that. Most people I hope are respectful, and I wasn't going to the beach to hook up. Anything beyond that, I ignore all unwanted approaches and they end up going away on their own. What's more, Rob is a cop and Rayna has been going to this beach for over 12 years. A beautiful woman as she is could show me how she handles herself in that environment if it was necessary to. As the day would prove, a defensive attitude wasn't necessary at all. 

Rob and Rayna picked me up on time at a neutral place close to me in the spot we arranged. With their advice on what to pack beforehand, I was ready to go. We left on time. It was a very pleasant car ride and the weather was gorgeous. Rob drove Rayna's Range Rover. They sat in the front and I was in the back seat. During the ride, we talked about work, life and future plans and we talked about some of our lifestyle experiences. Their ideas of fun seemed similar to mine. Low key and intimate. Like me, they prefer a house party rather than a dance club. 

Interestingly, Rob also said that they almost didn't message me initially because they thought I probably already get overly approached. I told them I do get hit on a lot but I weed out the phonies almost immediately and that I was glad they changed their minds. He said he couldn't resist after seeing my beautiful pictures and noticing my sense of fun. 

We stopped once for ice and snacks on the way at a little store near the beach and got back into the car. We arrived at the beach entrance around 10 am. Rob dropped me and Rayna off while he went to park in the lot and meet us soon after. As I walked the long beach entrance with Rayna, I quickly adjusted to the full on nudity. There were not attractive bodies left and right but there were a lot of people. Once the adjustment set in, I was able to see past the nudity. I became more aware of looking into faces and dispositions. They were friendly and there was nothing to hide. People were there to be free to enjoy the sun and sand and tan their bodies without tan lines. It wasn't a sexual environment it was just liberated from clothing it was relaxing. 

Rayna found a group of people she knew and immediately introduced me. Rob came to help set up a couple of minutes after us. I watched as they unloaded their buggy and unpacked in a specific, ritualistic way and then we all began to settle in. I felt happy and excited to get to know my new company more. I was sure they had a ton of questions for me, but they were so sweet and careful not to inundate me with questions on the way over. I appreciated all the restraint they must have used on themselves. I could tell off the bat they were very interested but we would naturally get to know each other better over time and as topics came up. There was flirting, between us but it never went too far until I wanted it to. A little tease here and there was enough between the three of us on the beach. 

After Rob posted the umbrella in the spot Rayna picked and the chairs were set out, and the towels laid down we all started to relax. Rayna stripped completely and I tried not to stare at her naturally full and perky breasts. Her pussy was shaved bare. I took off my sundress to reveal a white sequined bikini and I sprayed myself with sunblock. When I finished, Rob asked me to rub lotion on his back. I purposely massaged him a little and when I was done, he pulled off his shorts. I told him I wasn't going to do his butt! He laughed and we all sat down in our chairs. The arm of his chair blocked my view of his privates and I was a little disappointed but not worried. I still got an eyeful of Rayna as she massaged sunblock onto her breasts and nipples. I got even more of an eyeful when she bent down in front of the cooler and she completely exposed her pussy to me. I saw the hint of a clit hood piercing, which I've been wanting to do for myself. She turned back around to sit in her chair and she smiled coyly when she noticed me watching her. I closed my eyes for a bit with those images in my mind and Rayna closed hers to take in the sun. Rob stayed up chatting with his friends he knew that were sitting near us. 

Some short time later, maybe an hour I opened my eyes when I heard rustling from the cooler. Rob was standing beside me in full view and I started to salivate a bit. It was also time for snacks and re-hydration. I drank a lot of water before and during but it was a super hot day and I felt a little hungry... for one thing or another. 

Rob and Rayna offered some refreshments to me and everyone and soon it was time to take a dip in the ocean. She asked me to come with her and she helped me up out of my chair and cleaned up the empty bottles and packaging. I admired how neat and organized they were. 

Rayna took my hand and led me out through the crowd towards the water and we walked in up to our waists. The waves were mellow and at first it felt cool until my body adjusted. I was sure my nipples were hard. Rayna's nipples looked succulent and I wanted to lick them right there but that kind of behavior is definitely not allowed on the beach! Again we smiled at each other while we jumped and splashed in the waves. Everyone around us was doing the same it was so much fun. I felt like already, it was an amazing day and that I'd formed a good connection with my new friends. I think Rayna and Rob felt the same. She and I turned to leave the water and he was standing right behind us. He grabbed our hands on either side of him and we walked out together, all smiling and wet. 

When we got back to our umbrella, blanket and chairs, we were covered in sand. Rob went to reapply suntan lotion but Rayna stopped him, saying "Not yet! Dry off first babe. Let me do it for you." And she toweled him off while I patted myself down. 

I thought, patting myself down isn't as much fun and asked Rayna 

"Can you please apply some more sunscreen all over me?"

"I'd be so glad to." She said. 

Rayna picked up the tube of sunscreen, not the spray and squeezed some on her hands. I lifted my hair and took off my top. 

"Finally" I heard Rob muse and I blushed.

Rayna was smiling and she lifted each of my breasts, massaging lotion under, on and all around my torso and reaching around to my back. Then she turned me around to check her application was even and reached down the back of my bottoms. She was very fast and thorough which is good because I'm sure I enjoyed all the touching too much. And then she slapped my ass and told me I was good. I was sure everyone was watching but did not dare look around to check. 

I heard Rob say, "I enjoyed that!" 

And this time, I lay belly side down on the sheet to tan my alabaster ass and hide my slightly embarrassed face. I focused on the sound of the waves and tried to pass out again but this time, Rayna was at the cooler and pulling out food to eat for lunch. She handed me a plate full of tuna, crackers and vegetables. I turned on my side, snacked and lay back down. I was working up an appetite but for something else. This day was turning into sweet torture and I remembered that we could go anytime I wanted but we drove all this way and saw it was only 1pm as I quickly checked the time on my phone. 

I couldn't fall back asleep so I went in my bag and pulled out a magazine I brought. I was glad to have some distraction from the sex fest I could not publicly act on. Thumbing through the pages, I just waited till I couldn't take any more sun or any more sexual tension. I know Rob felt the same because he was semi erect when I sat up to change positions.

After finishing my magazine, I got up and announced I was going in the water one last time and would be ready to leave soon if they didn't mind. They said of course they didn't mind and asked me what I wanted for dinner. I smiled and said whatever they're having would be great. The time was close to 3pm. 5 hours in the sun was definitely enough for me and I wanted to see what the next part of the day would bring. The drive back would be at least an hour long with out traffic.

At my last dip in the ocean, the cool water felt wonderful on my warm skin. The waves were a little rougher but there were still plenty of people around. My hair was now trashed but I think we all expected it would be, as was my pedicure. One of my favorite things about the beach is admiring the pretty shells and smooth sea glass. I took one last look in before heading back to our spot in the sand. When I got there, I was surprised R&R nearly packed everything up completely. I thought packing up would take much longer but perhaps they were as ready for entertaining other ideas as I was. I didn't dare ask, I just hoped so.

We started on the mile long trek back to the car all together but it seemed to go very fast. Once we reached the car in the parking lot, Rob opened the tailgate door and went for one more snack at the cooler. We all munched on peanut butter and celery and had more water. Rob turned on the engine and let the AC run while Rayna began to disassemble the rest of the items in their beach buggy, including the chairs, umbrellas, and towels and organize them into the trunk. Rob helped her as she needed but she did most of the work. 

Finally, we all loaded into the car and I once again sat in the back seat as there was only room for one with the buggy taking up the other seat that was folded down. As we set off, I thanked Rob and Rayna for taking me to the beach and Rob responded:

"Don't thank us yet, baby. The day's not over."

"I know but I'm thanking you for taking me to the beach. It was fun!"

"You're very welcome. It's our favorite place to be." Rayna added.

Even though I was pretty wiped out, I felt special being taken to their favorite place. The music played low on the radio. It was a mellow ride back except this time, the conversations between us became hotter. At first we discussed health and fitness, a common interest and then the conversation turned a bit naughtier. We started discussing positive experiences with groups and bodily functions like squirting. Rob saw a picture of me gushing in the midst of an orgasm and he was completely fascinated but he held off from asking me too early on, out of respect. He said it turned him on so much to see a woman who can get so into sex that she ends up squirting. Rayna said she likes it too but not in her mouth. I took a mental note. I was so at ease with Rob and Rayna, I felt comfortable answering any questions. They always checked to make sure there wasn't a topic that offended me. They really took the sense to get to know me and what I was comfortable with. 

Luckily, having left when we did, there wasn't too much traffic. We stopped for coffee mid-way, which was perfect timing since my tummy was starting to rumble. We pulled over at a Dunkin Donuts and we got out. Rayna got in line for coffee and I waited for the ladies room to become vacant. Rob headed toward the men's room and he leaned in and stole a kiss. It took me by surprise but he said he'd been waiting to do that all day. I looked forward to a proper kiss where I knew it would be coming. I ushered myself into the ladies as soon as it was vacated. 

We all piled back into the car and continued onto the next part of the evening. We headed back to their house for dinner, as we discussed on the beach. The rest of the ride was quiet and we pulled into their neighborhood and driveway a short time later. Rob got out of the car and opened the door for me. Rayna opened the door for herself because she was stiff from sitting in the car and couldn't wait a second longer. I offered her a massage and she said she couldn't wait for one!

Rob did most of the unpacking this time and Rayna led me in. Their property was very pretty and I noticed a hot tub in the back yard. Once inside, Rayna asked me if I'd like a drink or some coffee while they put up dinner. I accepted a mojito cooler she had in her fridge. Rayna took a blueberry vodka lemonade cooler for herself. We sat down and relaxed for a bit but I felt sticky from the ocean water. As Rob came in with the rest of the unpacking, Rayna started to get dinner ready in the kitchen. 

Rob announced "I'm going in the shower, would anyone like to join me?"

"No thanks babe, I'm busy cooking." Rayna answered and then they both looked at me. I did need a shower... 

"Go ahead" Rayna said directly to me, smiling as she set out to light the grill outside. 

Rob led me into the bathroom and turned on the water. He was naked in less than a minute and he got in. I watched him rinse as I stripped off my dress and damp bikini top. My bottoms were already off before the car ride.

I opened the curtain and he was completely hard and covered in suds sliding down his tan, muscular body. The soapy water glistened on his muscles and I stepped in. The shower was small but I placed my hands on the wall and asked him to wash me off. 

"Gladly." Rob said and I felt the warm water on my skin and then the slick bar of soap in his hands making it's way down my body. My feet were hip width apart but Rob spread my legs further and there were no more words for a while. Just soft kisses and firm caresses. I didn't turn towards him but he reached around to my front and turned my face to kiss his mouth. His hand reached down my front and then from behind to my back and bottom. I was clean and he turned me toward him. Rob put his fingers inside me and I gasped from the firm pressure. He got on his knees as he placed my ankle on his shoulder. He kissed me and fingered me as I moaned uncontrollably and came all over him in an orgasm. 

"Dinner's ready" Rayna said from the bathroom doorway. She looked happy and as if she'd freshened up while dinner was on the grill. I hopped out of the shower, allowing Rob to finish washing my juices off of him and I grabbed a fresh towel off their folded towel stack. I handed the towel to Rob as he shut off the water and I put on a fresh summer dress I brought with me. I started to put on panties but then Rob said "don't bother putting those on." My breasts lay on my chest under the dress sans a bra. "What's the point?" I thought to myself. I slid on my flip-flop shoes.

Rob dressed in shorts and a tee shirt and he led me out to the back yard with him. He carried a tray with plates and cutlery. Rayna set out some fresh drinks and she was taking food off the grill and putting it onto a platter in the center of the patio table. We ate grilled chicken, Caesar salad, and grilled asparagus. It was a perfectly light meal after a full day of snacking in the sun and yet not too heavy of a meal to inhibit playtime that was obviously coming. We ate rather quickly, collected the plates and cleaned up. Rayna took the leftover food while Rob took the dishes back in the house. I carried the drinks and cups back in.

The day turned into evening and I had a very at-home feeling with R&R. I went into their bedroom and lay on the bed while they cleaned up from dinner. Rayna came to check on me and she gave me a kiss on my mouth. 

"We'll be in soon to join you." She said. 

As Rayna walked out back toward the kitchen, Rob came in the room and they kissed each other in passing. Rob laid on the bed next to me and kissed me too. I offered Rob a massage, which he accepted. He took off his shirt, laid on his stomach and I straddled his butt while my hands went to work. Rob reached to his nightstand and grabbed a tube of massage oil and handed it to me.

"Here, use this." He said.

I opened the cap and squirted way too much oil in my hands. I pulled his shorts down to liberally apply the oil. He pulled them down a bit further and kicked them off from under me. I massaged Rob's back for a couple of minutes.

"Don't worry, you're next." I heard Rayna say as she approached me with something in her hands. She had something in a red velvet sleeve and I suspected it was a toy similar to one I have at home. I suspected it was a glass toy that I sometimes use for anal play. Mine came in the same red velvet sleeve. 

Rayna reached from behind me and pulled off my sundress. She also removed her own. I felt her hands massaging my breasts as she kneeled behind me while I worked on Rob's back. I took my hands off him and turned towards her. She kissed me and Rob turned around from under us. He told me to sit on his face.




R&R Beach Day; Fun in the Sun



I did as I was told and Rayna sucked her husband's cock while I faced her. I leaned down to join her in the feast and it was turning into a 69 position with the derivative of 3. I didn't over think things. I just really enjoyed the situation. I enjoyed and I enjoyed until I felt a surge of my juices gather to rush toward Rob's mouth. 

"I'm gonna cum," I warned but Rob did not relent. 

"Yes! Cum right in my face!" He said. And I did.

Rob licked me from top to bottom as Rayna sat up to help me change positions. I laid down on my back while she got on top of me and sat on my face. I licked her sweet pussy and then Rob entered her over my face. My tongue reached out to taste him too, every time he came near I couldn't get enough of their hot sex juices that began to cover my face while I sucked on them both. Rob pulled out and Rayna orgasmed in my mouth. I held her thighs down toward my face until her clit stopped pulsating. 

I heard the sound of Rob opening a condom that he put on and slid himself into me. I felt the sweet pressure of his long thick cock inside my tight hot walls while he stayed for a minute before gently thrusting. I also felt a vibration and heard the sound of a motor from a toy I didn't see. I felt Rayna massage my clit with a bullet vibrator while Rob fucked me deeper and deeper. R&R played very nicely. 

One quick shower later, R&R drove me back to my car but this time in Rob's red sports car. I sat in the back, just remembering the day in every fine detail. It was a beautiful day. 



R&R Romance



Jim Simmons let out a sigh when the when the airfield came into site. After spending the last three months in country he was looking forward to being out of the range of people who wanted to kill him. 

Ever since he arrived in Vietnam, 180 days ago, it seemed that he has dodging bullets. Now all he has to do is land and he'll be able to breath easy for a few days. 

Jim has been looking forward to R&R in Saigon since the last day of his R&R in Saigon. 

The skids touched the tarmac and Jim stepped out into a "civilized world." 

"Time to get down to business" Jim says to himself as he heads off to supply. He has been living in his clothes for the last 90 days. They smelled like death and the fabric was rotten. He was ready to get clean. 

With his new uniform in hand Jim heads to the men's temporary barracks. The warm water felt good on his skin. Jim stood under the shower head and let the hot clean water flow over him. 

The smell of soap caused his mind to drift. Jim began to think about her. 

"Jim" Lisa said I want to be with you. "Alone" she said. 

She took his hand and led him to a supply room. The room was filled with parts and pieces to hospital beds and other medical equipment. She led him to a corner were mattress had been piled up. 

Lisa sat down on an old desk and unlaced her polished boots. Jim watched her, thinking about what was going to come next. Lisa kicked her boots to the side and motioned to Jim to sit down beside her. She knelt down and removed his scuffed boots that showed all the abuse that clothing receives in the field.

Lisa laid down on a mattress and pulled Jim to her. "Do I need to remind you what to do?" Lisa asked. 

"No" Jim replied "I can handle it from here." He whispered as he began to kiss her neck.

Jim took a deep breath. She smelled clean, like soap. After all of this time living in filth the smell of soap was a welcomed fragrance. It reminded him that there were good things in the world. There was something other then the death and misery that had been all around him. 

Jim breathed her in deeply as he gently kissed her. Lisa unbuttoned his shirt as he kissed her collarbone. 

She pushed him back for a moment. 

The coupled stared deeply into each others eyes as she slid his shirt off his shoulders. Jim pulled his OD green under shirt over his head revealing a lean frame created by meager army rations and many miles of walking on patrol. 

Jim attentively watched as Lisa unbuttoned her blouse. Lisa's army issued undershirt was snug around her breasts. Her erect nipples stood out through the thin fabric. As she pulled her shirt over her head she paused, so that Jim could get a good look at her.

Jim took in the sight of the beautiful women in front of him. With her arms above her head her figure was breathtaking. She was wearing a civilian bra that had lace along the edges. Lisa lowered her arms and reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She let the bra slip from shoulders. Her breasts were full and firm with pink erect nipples. Her stomach was tight and flat. Her skin was flawless and the color of Ivory. 

Lisa looked at Jim and smiled. Jim looked back at her taking in every detail. Her shiny brown was shoulder length with soft curls. Her eyes were big and bright. Her smile was wonderful; her gleaming white teeth were perfectly framed by her full red lips. 

Jim stared at her. He let her image be burned into his mind. This is the most beautiful women I've ever seen, he thought to himself. I never want to forget her. 

Lisa pulled Jim to her. He softly kissed her warm smooth chest. Lisa cradled Jims head in her arms holding him close to her bosom. Jim felt Lisa breath deep as he pressed his lips against her. 

Jim's kisses trailed down her body. He kissed her nipples, teasing them with his tongue. 

Lisa shivered as electricity spread through her body. 

Jim's kisses followed the outline of her ribs until he arrived at her hip. 

Jim kissed her belly along the top of her paints making his way toward her navel. At the same time his hands were unbuttoning her pants and lowering the zipper. 

Jim looked up at Lisa as his hand slipped into her fatigues. Unspoken words were exchanged as she raised her hips and Jim slid the paints off of her body. 

Jim breathed deeply taking in the perfume of a sensual woman. Jim pressed his face against the plain white panties. He could feel her warmth, He could feel her excitement. Jim slowly slipped the panties off her hips and down her legs. 

Jim kissed the edges of her mound. Lisa's hips rise to meet his kisses. Her leg's spread, inviting him deeper into her most private places. 

The tip of Jim's tongue glided along the fold of her leg. Goosebumps covered Lisa's body in response to the stimulation. Jim ran his tongue along the fold of other leg and Lisa began to squirm. Lisa reached down and ran her fingers through Jim's hair. 

She guided him to her pussy. Jim teased her with his tongue, gently licking her pussy lips. 

"I can't take it anymore" she moaned. She pulled him into her pussy. "Lick It" she pleaded, "please no more teasing." With a smile on his face Jim complies with her request. 

He pushes his tongue deep into her pussy. He can taste her juices and he feels them coat his chin. He presses his tongue hard against her as he lick between her vagina and clit. 

Lisa begins to moan as her hips rock in time with his tongue. 

Lisa wrapped her legs around Jims head as he lightly sucks on her clit. Lisa's moans become louder and more intense. 

Jims slips his fingers into Lisa's pussy. His pace quickened as he brings her closer to orgasm. Faster and faster Jim sucked and finger fucked Lisa's pussy. 

Lisa's hips were bucking against his fingers as he feels her pussy tighten around his fingers.

Lisa tried not to scream but she could not control herself. As the orgasm took control of her body sounds of a sexually satisfied woman escaped her.

Jim's fingers are bathed in her juices but he had little time to enjoy it. 

Jim's keen senses became aware that Lisa's cries may draw attention. 

Jim was scanning the room looking for a place to hide expecting the M.P.'s to be busting through the door any moment. 

Lisa regained her composure and reoriented Jim to the task at hand. 

Lisa pushed Jim to the mattress and straddled his hips. 

"Nothing in here for you to worry about but me solder" Lisa said and she leaned over and kissed his neck. 

Jim looked up at the beautiful women above him. Jim concentrated on the way her breasts swayed in rhythm with her hips as she ground her pussy into Jim's erection. 

In a quick motion Lisa slide Jim's aching dick into her wet pussy. 

Lisa's hip's were raising up and crashing down on Jims hard cock. 

Jim was thrusting himself up to meet her. 

The couples eyes were focused on each other as the pace and passion increased. 

Jim, feeling his primal desire taking over sat up and put Lisa on her back. With animalistic drive Jim was thrusting his dick deep into her swollen pussy. 

Faster and harder the two pushed towards their goal. 

The wet slurping sounds of Jim's dick pumping Lisa's pussy only encouraged him to work harder.

Jim was grunting with each forceful thrust.

Lisa was digging her fingernails into Jims back, trying to hold herself close to his possessed body. 

With fearsome power Jim penetrated Lisa's wanting organ until he could not hold back anymore. 

With Lisa's legs wrapped around Jim's body Jim delivered one last thrust.

Cum flooded Lisa's pussy as Jim let out a conquering cry.

Exhausted Jims collapsed onto Lisa's chest. 

Sweat and sexual fluids trickled across both of their bodies as they attempted to catch their breaths. 

No words were spoken as they lay together holding hands. 

"SLAM" 

Jim is startled back to reality. As another solder steps into the barracks letting the screen door slam behind him. 

Jim finishes his shower and dresses in his new uniform. 

Jim hustles across the base. He has a date and he does not want to keep her waiting. 

"I wish there was a place to buy her flowers" he thinks to himself "but this is Vietnam, surely she will understand if I arrive empty handed". 

Jim makes his way down to hall to the NCO club. 

He sees her at the bar. 

"I'm nervous" He thinks to himself realizing that his hands are sweating. "After all I've been through how can I be afraid of a woman!"

"Calm down" Jim thinks to himself as he walks towards her. 

Sensing his presents Lisa turns around. 

Her eyes were big and bright. Her shiny brown her cascaded over her shoulders and her bright red lips invited him to kiss her. 

Jim breathed deep as there lips meet. She smelled wonderful and clean. She smelled like soap.



R&R With Mom



As always, this is a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters of this story exist only within my imagination. Enjoy.

In the summer of 1969, my primary concern was simply to get through my tour of Vietnam in one piece. I was assigned to a platoon humping through the boonies in the Mekong Delta. I was nineteen years old and scared shitless ninety percent of the time and bored shitless the other ten percent. Every soldier had something they clung to as a reminder of the "world" back home. For me, it was my gal, Kimberly Anne Mayfield.

Kimberly and I had known each other since Kindergarten and had been high school sweethearts and were engaged to be married after I got out of the Army. She was the most gorgeous thing...everyone said she looked like Mary-Ann off that silly-assed show, Gilligan's Island. Kimberly had long black hair she usually kept in a pony-tail, a cute, curvy figure and absolutely killer legs. Of course, a lot of people said she favored my Mom as well and I guess there's a lot of truth to that old saying...I was going to marry a girl like the dear old girl that married Dad. Except of course, my father never married my mother.

Mom and I had been on our own for as long as I could remember. My father knocked her up just before he shipped off to Korea in 1950. He never made it back to marry Mom and so she raised me all on her own (having an illegitimate baby in 1950 got her kicked out of the house and disowned by her lousy parents and my father's parents blamed her for him going off and enlisting to begin with and they never had anything to do with us either). Mom was tough and although we struggled in the early years, Mom worked her way through accounting school and by the time I was a teenager, we were living comfortably. And yeah, Kimberly did resemble Mom and Mom really does resemble that Mary-Ann character...if Mary Ann had a lot bigger boobs than she showed off in those halter tops she wore on Gilligan's Island.

Anyway, I was humping the boonies looking for Vietcong in the rice paddies of the Mekong Delta and just trying to count down my days and dreaming of Kimberly whenever I managed to get any sleep. Well, we rarely saw any VC, not many were left after the Tet Offensive the year before, but one day Victor Charlie left us a present...a minefield that our ninety day wonder of a lieutenant led us smack into the middle of. I remember Donnie B. - a good kid from Alabama, was on my right, bitching softly about his K-rations when suddenly he literally blew up. Something knocked me down and the lights went out.

I woke up in an Army hospital at China Beach and was informed that a piece of shrapnel (a chunk of Donnie's M-16 in fact), had tore through my shoulder and that I was basically sitting the next month out. I was lucky. The shrapnel had torn through flesh and muscle and would leave me only a nasty looking scar and a lot of nightmares, but that was all. In truth, after two weeks, I could have been returned to light duty, but for some reason, the docs at China beach arranged for me to get two weeks R&R!

I was ecstatic! I immediately arranged to hitch a ride on a transport to Hawaii and called and made a reservation at a little hotel on the beach on the island of Hawaii.. I tried to call Kimberly and tell her to get on a plane, but for almost a day, I couldn't get through. Finally, I sent a telegram to Mom, asking her to get hold of Kimberly and tell her when I would be in Hawaii and where we would stay. Nine whole days with my fiancée! I couldn't believe my luck.

My transport ran into a delay in Guam and we sat on the ground for almost twelve hours while they fixed something in the hydraulic system. It was after midnight local time before we landed in Hawaii and nearly two in the morning before I staggered up to the front desk of my hotel and checked in.

A pretty little Japanese-Hawaiian girl checked me in. "We were getting worried about you, Corporal Wells," she told me. "Mrs. Wells checked in this afternoon." She smiled knowingly at me and gave me a saucy little wink.

I couldn't help grinning. A few times before I was shipped off to "Nam," Kimberly and I had checked into motels as Mr. and Mrs. Wells (this was the 1960s after all and some people still frowned on illicit sex despite the sexual revolution). I felt my heart beat faster and I felt myself stiffening up between my legs. I had been faithful to Kimberly and hadn't chased any Vietnamese prostitutes, despite being sorely tempted by the beautiful Asian girls.

I hurried down to our room (actually one of many small cottages), and quietly slipped inside. A little moonlight streamed through the patio door, enough for me to see Kimberly asleep under a sheet in the king size bed...her long, dark hair spilling out. I smiled as I heard her softly snoring. I stripped out of my uniform and hung it over a chair.

Naked, I slipped into bed and cuddled up with my sweetheart. Kimberly sighed in her sleep as I scooted up next to her...my hard cock pressing against her bare thigh. She was wearing a camisole slip. I ran my fingers up her arm as I kissed the nape of her neck. I tugged down the strap of her slip and cupped her breast, fuller than I remembered, her nipple growing thick and long under my teasing thumb. I traced fingers on downward across her stomach and over her hip, making my girlfriend shiver as I ran a finger down the crack of her ass (delighted to find her without panties!). As I nuzzled her neck and earlobe, my fingers slipped and parted her legs and found their way into her furry bush (hairier than I recalled...but it had been six months) and began stroking her labia lips.

"Yesssss, babyyy!" she murmured in her sleep...spreading her legs wider, allowing my finger to slip into her steamy, wet pussy. She turned, her arm going around my neck, her lips finding mine...our tongues coming together, her taste sweet and clean (Kimberly had been talking about giving up cigarettes). Her eyes opened and she screamed with my Mom's voice, "OMIGOD, JOHN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!?"

We both moved as if we'd been scalded and I found myself standing on one side of the bed and my mother on the other side.

"Mom! What...where's Kimberly!" Even as I tried to figure out what the hell was going on, the male in me...the male who'd not seen a real live naked woman in six months was ogling his mom's partially naked body. And Mom's body was definitely worth ogling. Mom stood five foot two with an incredible figure (38DD breasts, a 25 inch waist and 30 inch hips. Mom had just enough fat to not look skinny. She had beautiful, long, black hair that hung below her shoulders and big, lovely brown eyes. Her camisole showed off her shapely legs and one breast was exposed from my earlier actions

Mom looked at me wide-eyed...her mouth moving, but no sound coming out for several seconds while she stared at my totally naked body. She stared at my cock mostly...still stiff with arousal and then looking up at the rest of me...six months in "Nam" had left me without much body fat...I was pretty much wiry muscles as a result. Her eyes widened as she saw the bandage wrap on my left shoulder and her motherly instincts took over. "Oh, John! You...you've been hurt!" 

Mom scurried around to my side of the bed, kissing me and embracing me...almost leaping into my arms. She was crying and hugging me...her hands fluttering near my wound...wanting to do the Mom thing and soothe my hurt, but not knowing how. As she hugged me, she was doing nothing to help my erection go down as I found my arms full of very womanly flesh pressing against mine. It took Mom almost a minute to realize that seven inches of very hard cock was pressing against her belly.

"Oh my...John. Uh, you're naked." She turned and moved towards a closet. "There's a hotel robe in here, son," she stammered as she tried to not look at me, but as she reached into the closet, she couldn't help but continue to steal glances at my erection. Until she threw me the robe, I continued to stare at her partial nakedness as well. Mom was thirty-five years old, but looked a lot younger. Her breasts were still fairly firm, barely sagging despite their hefty size.

Finally, I regained my senses. "I'm sorry, Mom. I thought you were Kimberly." Then it hit me. Mom was in my room. She was the Mrs. Wells that checked in. "Mom, where's Kimberly?"

Mom face took on an expression that I have always associated with really bad news or sad times. The expression when she used to talk about my father or when President Kennedy was shot. "Honey, we need to talk." She took my hand and led me over to the bed and we sat down.

"Son, you couldn't get hold of Kimberly because...well, honey she's run off with Larry Smithson."

I heard Mom talking, but it didn't seem to be processing. Kimberly gone? Larry Smithson...he was an insurance guy back home. Then again it was hard to think while staring at Mom's still exposed boob. Her nipple looked enticingly beautiful...hard and long...round as a nickel and jutting out. I looked up into Mom's eyes...her lovely brown eyes and tried to make sense of it. "Mom? I don't...understand."

Mom squeezed my hand and replied. "Kimberly started working in Mr. Smithson's office this spring and well...he emptied his savings account and ran off with Kimberly about three weeks ago. Just up and left his wife and their kids. Last we heard, Kimberly and he were somewhere in Florida. No one knew how to tell you and when your telegram arrived, I didn't know what to do, so I hopped on a plane so I could tell you in person. I'm so sorry, John."

I just sat there...now staring off into space. My attention wandered away from Mom...I didn't even notice my erection deflating. All the nervous and sexual energy that had kept me going just seemed to bleed away. Mom stroked my face and ran her hand through my hair. The world just seemed to suddenly cave in. "Damn...I'm tired," I whispered.

Mom's face was etched with concern. "Ohhh, baby. Of course!" She pulled back the covers of the bed. "Climb in here, son. Get some sleep. I had the girl bring in a rollaway." She pointed over into a corner where I saw a portable bed, rolled up. "When I arrived, I tried to get another room, but they were full up, but they were able to bring in an extra bed...I'll just set it up..."

Mom's concern touched me and I tried to snap out of my funk. "No, Mom. You were already sleeping...go back to bed. I'll sleep on the rollaway." 

Mom argued with me over that, reasoning that I deserved a decent bed to sleep in. I insisted on taking the rollaway, telling Mom that after long months of army cots and jungle floor that even a rollaway was like sleeping in a bed made for a king. Somewhere in the middle of our argument, Mom noticed that her heavy breast was peeking out and with a squeal of embarrassment scooped it back inside her camisole...her face blushing brightly even in the dim light of the room. That ended the argument pretty much and we finally sacked out, her in the bed and me on the rollaway. 

For the longest time I couldn't sleep. I just couldn't believe that Kimberly would do that to me. Finally though, exhaustion won out and I drifted off. I dreamed I was chasing Kimberly through the streets of Saigon, she laughing and staying ahead of me. Then she stepped into a crowd of GI's and was weaving in and out of them as they walked through a rice paddy and then the mines began to go off. Soldiers were flying this way and that, but Kimberly continued to dodge and weave and then as I screamed for her to stop moving, she turned her head and stuck out her tongue at me just as the explosion literally tore her apart and I screamed, "NOOOOO!"

"John! It's alright, baby! You're okay. Momma's here!" Over my own screams I realized I was sitting up and was in Mom's arms and awake. I shivered. Mom was kneeling next to me on the rollaway...her arms wrapped around me, making soothing noises just like she did when I was little and waking up from a bad dream. "You're okay, son. Momma's got you, baby. It will be alright."

I cried then. I cried for the loss of Kimberly. I cried for poor Donnie Beam who was never gonna see Alabama again. I cried because I was tired. I cried just because I could...because my Mom, the single greatest tower of strength in my life didn't mind if I cried. For the first time in months, I felt safe...I ask you, is there anywhere you ever felt safer than in your mother's arms?

Mom cuddled with me on the rollaway...allowing me to calm down...let the nightmares fade away. We talked quietly. Mom talked of things back home...how she was frustrated with having hit the glass ceiling in the accounting firm. What the latest gossip was (aside from the furor Kimberly and Larry Smithson had caused). I tried to put into words the shock and hurt of Kimberly's betrayal, but couldn't really verbalize it...it was too much too soon. 

Gradually, I began to respond to the closeness of Mom's near naked body...her thin camisole and the shorts I'd put on before climbing into bed all that separated our bodies. Mom's heavy breasts pressed against my side and my arm as she curled up next to me...her fingers idly stroking my arm and chest, still trying to relax me. Her touch...her warmth, even her smell affected me powerfully. I've not been this close to a beautiful woman in six months and my mom or not, I'm aroused. My thoughts drift back to when I had touched her when I thought I was making love to Kimberly. How wet Mom's pussy was...the feel of her bountiful breast in my hand...the taste of her skin as I kissed her neck. Horrified, I watched as a tent formed in the sheets and made my erection noticeable.

In the dim light of early dawn, I as pretty sure Mom noticed my hard-on. After a few minutes she giggled and said, "Well...I suppose my little John isn't little any more. Somebody's been in the jungle a little too long!" I felt my skin burn as I flushed. Mom kissed me on the cheek and eased off the bed. "Well, I guess we both better get some sleep, John." She stroked me on the cheek and looked at me lovingly, glancing down at my tent pole. "Try and get your mind off of her, son. Things will be better tomorrow. I love you, John." I guess I shouldn't have felt so embarrassed...Mom thought I was hard thinking of Kimberly. I wonder what Mom would have thought if she knew I had gotten an erection thinking of her

"I love you, Mom. Thanks for...well, just thanks." Even with all the raging emotional thoughts in my head...Kimberly's betrayal and my sudden perverted thoughts of Mom, sleep came quickly to me.

We both slept till late in the morning and thankfully I had no more nightmares. Over breakfast in the motel restaurant, Mom and I talked things over. Mom looked radiant in a flowery sun dress that left her shoulders bare...the material exposing the upper portions of her large breasts.

"Honey, I think you should go out and have a good time while you can...raise some hell on your leave. I can catch a plane out later today for home," Mom suggested.

I reached out and touched Mom's arm. "Oh no! Hell no, Mom! You came all the way to see me...took time off from work for me...stay! We've never had a proper vacation together. Stay and we'll have some fun!"

Mom's smile outshone the bright sun. She was pleased with my answer. She reached out and took my hand. "You know, I'd love that, son...just you and me on a vacation!" And we did...we became your all-American tourists. Mom took me shopping for some civvies...my old civilian clothes were now too big for me. We bought me some ugly flowered shirts and some khaki slacks for knocking about and a dress shirt and slacks for the evenings. Mom also insisted I buy some swim trunks for the beach.

Mom had brought her own vacation clothes...but as we tended to hang out on the beach, swimming and sunbathing, mostly she wore one of two swimsuits...both of which turned men's heads wherever we were. One suit was a dark blue one-piece with a plunging neckline that exposed most of her breasts as it journeyed down close to her belly button. 

The other was a green bikini that went perfectly with her dark brown hair. The bikini halter struggled to contain Mom's voluptuous boobs and she confessed that she accidentally bought it at least one size too small. I really loved it, especially when we were playing around in the surf, because every so often, one of her meaty tits would simply roll out and say hi! Mom would blush and tuck it back in and after glancing down at my swollen crotch, smack me on the shoulder and remind me she was my mother. 


The bikini briefs were another trial for Mom...her bush was very hairy and no matter how she tucked hair in...tufts of pubic hair would spring free and peek out from the green material. She would swear and decide not to wear it, but I teased her and reminded her that she was on vacation and not to worry...besides...being natural was where it was at!

It was really cool and really weird to be on "vacation" with my Mom. I mean we were both now adults and sharing similar interests. Despite the differences in our ages, lots of people figured us for husband and wife. Mom got a kick out of it and so did I. We wound up holding hands a lot as we strolled through the shopping districts and as we walked along the beach.

Most of our first couple of days was spent mostly on the beach...taking walks along the edge of the surf or swimming in the warm Pacific waters or baking ourselves in the hot sun. Things were weird because I kept seeing Mom in a new light. For years I had known everyone thought she was a good looking woman of the "Mary-Ann" type, but now I was amazed and a little scared to be responding to her sexually. I couldn't keep my eyes from roaming over Mom's body. I think Mom knew it and was kind of flattered. Mom had focused on raising me and had not dated much during my childhood.

In the evenings, we would go out to eat at an intimate little restaurant that had a small dance floor and a small band that specialized in slow, easy dancing music from the 1940s and 1950s. Mom and I would eat and then spend hours slow dancing. I loved this. Mom's body nestled against mine, her head on my shoulder. We didn't talk much, just enjoyed the beating of our hearts, the soft noise of our breathing. It was like very light, very intimate foreplay. 

Late at night was when things would fall apart. We'd retire for the evening...me usually wearing boxer shorts and Mom in a camisole slip or a cute, modest baby doll negligee, that showed off her long, shapely legs and just hinted enticingly at her magnificent bust. We'd fall asleep in our separate beds and in my dreams I'd slip back to the "Nam."

I'd find myself in normal situations...normal for Vietnam that is. I'd be on patrol with my buddies and then all hell would break loose. Sometimes Kimberly strolled into my dreams, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings as a firefight broke out or we stumble into a minefield and get our shit blown up. As I watched Kimberly's body being shredded by bullets or a mortar or by a bouncing betty mine, I would wake up in a cold sweat, screaming in horror...and Mom would be there, offering me comfort in her arms...calming me down...soothing me with her soft, loving voice. "Momma's got you...shhhh. Momma's here...she'll make everything all right. Momma's here and Momma loves you, John.

In Mom's loving arms, my nightmares and terrors would fade. Mom would talk softly, stroking my arms and my chest...softly kissing my cheeks, allowing me to calm down. Mom would speak of ordinary things...good memories of my childhood, of her fond memories of my father, of how much she loved me and was proud of me. She would cuddle with me until I was myself again...allowing myself to respond physically to the beautiful woman in my arms. Only when my cock raised the customary tent pole in my sheets would Mom chuckle and kiss me and return to her own bed. With the memory of how good Mom felt against and her scent lingering after she left my bed, I would fall back asleep...this time without nightmares.




R&R With Mom



This went on for the first four nights. During the day, Mom and I would enjoy ourselves on the beach or sightseeing and I found myself falling in love with my own mother. Call it the Oedipus complex...call it post traumatic stress or a nervous breakdown. My thoughts of Kimberly vanished...how could I not be in love with my Mother? She was, as she had always been, the most beautiful woman in my life...she'd taken care of me as a child and now as an adult, she was the single thing that brought me comfort. We knew each other so well anyway that we seemed to act like an old married couple anyway.

With each passing day, Mom seemed to become more beautiful. And I know she perceived that I was seeing her, not only as my mother, but as a gorgeous woman that I was proud to be with. As we sunbathed on the beach or walked along the shore, I know she was aware that I was literally drinking her in with my eyes...imagining her naked...imagining her glorious body being naked for me.

At the end of our fifth day, we had taken a stroll along the beach and stopped at a rock outcropping to watch the sun set. As we sat there, Mom in her tiny green bikini, I couldn't help but stare at her voluptuous figure...her large breasts straining to burst free and her muff...so hairy it refused to be contained by the small swatch of material covering her vagina.

Mom blushed as I stared at her. She tried to sound cross as she said, "I wish you'd stop, John. You shouldn't look at me like that. I am your mother." Still, there was something else in her voice as well...something proud, perhaps something yearning in nature.

"Sorry, Mom...it's hard not to stare. You just don't know how beautiful you are. I sometimes can't understand how some lucky guy hasn't just grabbed you and taken you for his bride."

Mom shrugged. "You and your father are the only men I've ever loved. After your father was killed...you're the only man in my life. I can't imagine any other men in my life." Mom shivered a little and I thought I could see her nipples swell against her swimsuit. And perhaps it was just my imagination, but as Mom looked at me, it seemed that between her open legs, wet spots were appearing in the crotch of her bikini bottoms.

"I love you, Mom! I can't imagine a life without you!" I blushed at the intense emotion in my voice. I even sounded like a love struck teenager.

Mom smiled at me...her face full of her love for me. Stroking my face tenderly, she said, "I love you too, son." Mom patted the rock beside her, gesturing for me to sit closer to her. I wrapped my arms around her and she rested her head against my chest. We sat there in a tight embrace and watched the sun go down. In a voice almost too low to be heard, Mom whispered, "Oh, John...you'll never know how much I love you."

It was a romantic moment in time...one I will always treasure. The beach was deserted and it was if we were alone on the earth...just my Mom and me, watching the sun set. I yearned to tilt her head up and kiss her. It almost seemed as if Mom was reading my mind. As we got up to leave, Mom turned to me, placing her hands on my chest...her bikini covered breasts almost brushing against me. 

"This has been a wonderful vacation, son. Thank you and I...well, I love you, John." Mom then stood on tiptoe and kissed me. It wasn't a long kiss and it wasn't a French Kiss, but my god...it was like a million volts of electricity coursed through my body. My cock...already three quarters erect, stiffened in an instant, tenting out the front of my swimtrunks. When our kiss ended, Mom rested her head against my chest again, her eyes looking downward...my erection clearly visible.

Finally we walked back to our little beach cottage, holding hands and not saying anything. In the bright light of a full moon, I could see that Mom was aroused. Her thick nipples were swollen and threatening to burst through her bikini and in the gentle open breeze, I could swear I could smell Mom's arousal. Mom continued to glance down at my bulging crotch and smiled a little smile.

We changed and went out to dinner at our usual place, staying late to dance as we did every night. The maitre 'd and the waitresses were used to us and called us Mr. and Mrs. Welch and seemed to go out of their way to render us some special services, including a secluded spot in the restaurant normally reserved for romantic couples.. Even the members of the band recognized us as regulars and as Mom and I slow danced to the old classics, the piano player even winked at me as his eyes roamed appreciatively over Mom's sexy form. This relatively scandalous idea of Mom and me as a married couple kept me hard most of the evening...even as we both tried to laugh it off.

At the end of the evening, we returned to our cottage and made ready for bed. I was quiet as I tried to steel myself for a return to the horror show that was my dreams. My mother seemed to sense my distress and tried to be comforting, but I could feel the dread building.

As I turned down the sheet and blanket of my bed, Mom, sitting on her bed in the same camisole slip she'd had on the first night when I'd mistaken her for Kimberly, said, "Son, I've been thinking." Mom spoke in a quiet voice. "You've had these nightmares every night, but you calm down quick enough when we cuddle. Maybe you should sleep with me...maybe just being close to someone will help." Mom looked at me...her face a mixture of concern for me and maybe fear of being rejected.

The thought of cuddling with Mom and all it implied sent a thrill through me and I hope I didn't sound too eager when I replied, "Yes!"

We both climbed into bed. Mom instructed me to roll on my side away from her and then she slid her body behind mine so that we were spooning. "I love you, Mom!" I whispered as she pressed her body to mine...feeling warm and so soft...her breasts pillowing against my back...her nipples hard, pressing through the material of her camisole against my back.

"I love you too, John," Mom whispered back, draping her arm over me...gently stroking her fingers along the length of my arm and across my chest. "Sweet dreams, son!"

I don't think either of us slept for a long time. The tension...sexual tension was thick in the room. Mom's scent was strong...mixed in with something new...her sexual scent mixed in with the more perfumed scent I had always associated with Mom. We both shifted several times, trying to press ourselves closer together. Mom's bare skin where it touched mine seemed so warm and felt almost electric. Mom's fingers slipped through my chest hair slowly, passing over my own hard nipples.

I felt so safe and happy....and so aroused. But bit by bit, Mom's gentle caresses seemed to carry me off into slumber and into dreams. I found myself on the beach, sitting on maybe the same rock outcropping we had found ourselves earlier in the day. I was naked. Kimberly was kneeling at my feet, her hand wrapped around my cock which was proudly erect, her head bent over my penis...her breath warm and exciting. 

"John, Momma wants to suck your cock and then Momma wants you to fuck her," Kimberly said in my mother's voice, then as her mouth closed around my cock, she raised her head and I knew before her eyes met mine that it wasn't Kimberly, but my beloved mother. "Momma loves you, son!" she whispered...her breath sweet on my cock.

And I woke up to Mom's voice. "Momma loves you, John. Momma loves you sooo much." And I woke up to the incredible sensation of Mom's hand stroking my swollen cock. My erection was sticking out through the fly of my shorts and Mom's fingers were slowly slipping up and down my hard pole.

"Mom?" I gasped. It felt so wonderful. "Oh, Mom, that feels so good!"

I turned to face my mother and she looked at me in the dim light of the room with such need and desire. "I love you, John. I've always loved you. Is this wrong? Is it wrong to want you to love me this way...for you to make love to me?"

In answer, I pulled Mom to me and crushed my lips against hers. Her lips parted to accept my tongue, greeting it with her own. She pressed her body against mine and I suddenly realized she was naked. My hands dropped to her lovely breasts, cupping and caressing them, rubbing my thumbs over her hard, rubbery nipples. I rolled us over so that I was on top of my mother. Mom continued to stroke my erect cock with one hand while her other hand pushed my shorts off. I slipped a hand down between her legs, finding her furry bush and sliding my fingers through the damp, curly hair until I found her slit, her labia already parted, allowing me to slip my fingers into the warm, sopping wet folds of her pussy. Her hips thrusted upwards against my fingers.

As our kiss ended, she looked up at me solemnly. "Is it wrong...are we wrong to do this, son?" Even as she spoke, she spread her legs wide and raised her legs upward to allow me to settle between her inviting thighs.

My mother placed my erect cock against the wet, clasping hole of her cunt and as I drove my cock home, I replied. "No, Mom. Nothing that feels like this can be wrong. We love each other...we always have...this isn't wrong...ohhhh, Mom! Something this beautiful can only be right!" Mom was sooo tight and wet and her pussy felt like it was on fire. I drove my cock home, anxious to have her pussy walls wrapping my cock in her love completely.

Mom flung her pelvis up to meet my thrust...her pussy walls spreading to accept my cock. With a single slow movement, my mother took all seven inches of my penis into her pussy...her furry bush grinding against my pubic hair. Mom surprised me by breaking out into tears, even as her legs rose and crossed behind my back...tightening to hold me in place.

"Ohhhh, son! I love...AAHHHH...oh, John, I love you. I've been dreaming of this moment." Mom's cunt pulsated around my hard, throbbing tool. I was enveloped in such fiery wetness...my cock bathed in the hot cream of Mom's pussy...it was hard not to cum on the spot!

"Oh god, Mom...you feel so...OHHHH MOM!" I groaned. "I can't believe how you feel. OH, MOM! I can't...I'm gonna cum soon."

Mom's legs tightened around me. "Then fuck me, lover," Mom sobbed. "Momma needs her son to fuck her...fuck me right now, John!" Maddened with need I began to stroke my cock in and out of my mother's cunt. Mom worked herself under me, twisting her hips and flinging her pussy upwards to meet my downward thrusts. Mom's fingers clawed at my back, pulling my weight down on top of hers. I ducked my head to suck her hard, swollen nipples, making Mom shiver with delight as I nipped at her rubbery nipples with my teeth.

Too soon, I felt the undeniable demand to cum...it had been so long and in truth, I had been aching to cum since I had first crawled into bed with Mom earlier in the week. Mom groaned as my cock head swelled and then I groaned as I began to cum so hard it almost hurt! I thrusted deep in Mom's womb, thick jets of cum erupted from my cock, bathing Mom's pussy in a torrent of hot semen. "Ohhh...ahhhh, I love you, Mom!" I sobbed as I grind my pelvis against her pussy...hips quivering as I shot spurt after spurt of sperm...surprising even myself with the flood of sperm I was giving my Mom.

Mom in turn, erupted into orgasm as well, her body stiffening and arching upwards against mine...her arms and legs wrapping tighter around me...aching to get our bodies even closer together. She squalled with intense emotion, begging me not to stop. "Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme, sonnnnn! Oh please, don't stop! Don't ever stop, fucking me, Johnlover!"

And I didn't. As I stopped feeding Mom my semen, to my amazement, I stayed hard as a rock and after I caught my breath, Mom and I resumed our dance of incestuous passion with a vengeance! Mom and I vented all our stress and need with a long, fuck. With my immediate need to cum sated, I was now able to give my mother the long, hard fuck she needed and wanted. We were like animals in heat...our bodies covered with fucksweat, kissing each other, biting at each other, becoming intoxicated with each other's bodies. I kissed Mom...dueling tongues with her. I nibbled, bit, licked and sucked her delicious, erect nipples and kissed and licked the sweat off her body. 

Mom showered me with her sweet kisses...hands clawing my back one minute and then reaching down to cup my butt cheeks the next, trying to force me deeper into her body. Our bodies were slick with sweat. Finally, Mom began to orgasm again...sobbing and crying her love for me even as her pussy bathed my cock in her steamy cream again.

As Mom eased down from her orgasm, our lovemaking slowed down too. I took the time to find just the right spots that made Mom groan and gasp. Now, I made each thrust into Mom's sweet cunt slow and drawn out...making her toes curl and her body flex with the sheer delicious pleasure that my cock could provide. Only with the finally imminent arrival of my second load of jism, did our incestuous fucking again take on a fever pitch. Sobbing our love to each other, we achieved a mutual orgasm...Mom's cunt clamping down around my cock, milking my dick as I exploded with another massive load of semen for my mother's womb.

As we caught our breath, in the dark Mom confessed her long desire for me. "It started in high school. I'd watch you at night and look at your naked body (in those days, I slept mostly in the buff), dreaming of the day that I would have you inside me again. I always thought maybe you'd want me too...especially after you started dating Kimberly...it was almost spooky how much we look alike!"

Mom told me that when she received my telegram, she knew that with Kimberly's recent betrayal, this might be her only chance and had plotted to seduce me that first night. "But...it took her a few days to really work through the incest taboo."

"Any regrets," I asked Mom there in the darkness of our cottage. 

Mom just snuggled up to me, pressing her warm body against mine, her hand slowly stroking my cock, sticky with semen and cunt cream. "Just that I didn't seduce you sooner, son!"

The rest of my leave was spent making love to Mom. When we were too tired to fuck, we'd sun ourselves on the beach, but we spent virtually every possible moment up to the time I had to report for my flight back to the "Nam," in bed making love. Mom showed me that her long years of abstinence had not diminished her capacity for making love. My mother demonstrated her talent for cocksucking and taught me to eat pussy properly. With each bout of incestuous lovemaking, we became more impassioned and more hungry for each other.

Mom and I didn't ask if this was a once in a lifetime fling. We both knew that our lives were now forever bound together. I could no more consider a life without Mom at the center than I could learn to live without breathing air! On our last day, we found a local hippie minister who happily married us without benefit of a marriage license.

My departure broke both our hearts...both of us in tears as I reported back to duty. Mom kissed me long and passionately, whispering that she left me a present in my duffle bag. As I settled in on the flight, I dug into my duffel and found two pictures of Mom in her green bikini, striking cheesecake poses. Those pictures would get me through a lot of tough days over the next several months, but no matter how horrible things got in the jungles of Nam, the knowledge that my mother and wife was waiting for me back in the world, kept me going.

A few weeks before I was due to be rotated out, my platoon was caught up in a mortar attack. Victor Charles blew our platoon to bits that day...we lost three good men and four more were badly wounded, myself included. Most of the doctors predicted I would lose my left leg, but they did all they could and a month later, I was transported to San Francisco for rehabilitation. The rehab was hard and painful and I was told I would always walk with a pronounced limp, but it didn't matter because I knew by then that I had so much more to live for.

I woke up my second day in the San Francisco veteran's hospital to the sweetest voice in the world. "Wake up, son....Momma's here!" a voice whispered in my ear. 

I opened my eyes and almost cried. My Mom leaned over me, kissing me gently on the lips. "You're going to be alright, John," Mom reassured me. She took my hand and kissed it and then laid it on her swollen belly. "Our baby is going to have a daddy there to raise it!"

Mom was six months pregnant and glowed in only the way a mother to be could glow. "I think it happened that first night we made love," she told me. "We've made a new life...just as we're going to make a new life for ourselves."

And we did. I was discharged soon after. Mom had decided to leave our home town after learning she was pregnant. We decided to make a new life for ourselves in Northern California. Mom joined an accounting firm outside Oakland and I went to school on the G.I. Bill. Having left our old lives behind, we simply presented ourselves as husband and wife. I was nineteen years old and Mom was thirty-five years old. Mom was often mistaken for the actress on Gilligan's Island and our pet names for each other are Mary-Ann and Gilligan.

I majored in accounting and afterwards we opened our own firm. In the middle of March, 1970, Mom gave birth to our daughter, Ginger. We have no regrets about our lives. We've been successful in business and like to think that we've been successful as a mother and father. Ginger has gone on to be a school teacher and mother of two wonderful childen, Alan and Dawn. She divorced five years ago from a man with a wandering eye and she moved in with us to regroup. We enjoy their company and hope they will stay on, although Alan has joined the Air Force and is currently serving in the Middle East.

Mom is now seventy three years old and is as beautiful as ever. She maintains her figure and her youthful appearance with yoga and exercise (and lots of sex with a younger man...she likes to tease me). Only her now silver hair and a few laugh lines betray her age and I think her silver mane is extremely erotic.

I'm fifty-seven now and I treasure every day that I wake up next to my wife and mother. We still make love with as much passion as we felt all those years ago in Hawaii. Mom remains in good health and we remain very much in love. Still, Mom tries to look ahead to my future needs. Lately, she's been speculating on whether Ginger would welcome an invitation into our bed. At thirty-eight years old, she is the spitting image of Mom when we became lovers and as Mom likes to point out, has always been a "Daddy's Girl." Mom likes to get even naughtier and tease me about Dawn who is almost eighteen and is just as lovely as her mother and grandmother.

We shared our incestuous secret with Ginger when she was eighteen and she didn't blink even once, proclaiming us the naughtiest and sexiest parents on the planet. Now, as far as I am concerned, I am happy with simply being the husband and son of my Mom. She has been my one wonderful lover for thirty-eight years and I am happy to live the rest of my life with the woman of my dreams. Time will tell, I suppose, but Mom and I have always lived in the moment...not worrying about the past or future and that is good enough for me.

The End