3 comments/ 15286 views/ 8 favorites The Oath Ch. 01 By: DetectiveSpecialist AUTHOR'S NOTE- I want to thank my editor Ditee for all that she has done. She makes my mess readable. All characters in this story are at least eighteen years old. The Oath Ch. 01 Linda looked over at Tim, he smiled at her and she smiled back. "Are we almost there?" "About a mile more down the road." She reached down underneath her skirt and pulled her panties off and down her legs. She then nonchalantly put them in her purse and took his right hand off the steering wheel. "Well take the long way around. I need to teach you the most important thing in pleasing a woman," she said as she placed his hand on her inner thigh, and slowly worked it up her leg to her freshly shaven pussy. The Oath Ch. 02 It had been more than a week since his birthday, and Justin still hadn't heard anything from his parents. All his father kept saying to his inquiries was "Go ask your mother." Yet he couldn't find the nerve to broach the subject with her. Tonight when he got home from work, his father was still not home. He never seemed to be home anymore, since he got that new supervisory position at work. He would rather have talked to his father, but his father probably would have deferred to his mother anyhow. Justin was at the end of his rope and he thought that he was missing out on something that was owed to him, so he decided that he had to talk to his mother tonight. As he sat at the kitchen table eating dinner, his mother was at the other end of the table immersed in something on her tablet. "Mom." "Yeah sweetie?" She said as she took off her reading glasses and looked up at him. "Have we come up with anything about, you know?" "No I don't know. What are you referring to?" She feigned ignorance. "You know." "You mean your oath?" She said irritated. "Yeah." "I thought we resolved that situation. I know I did with your father." "No one has said anything to me." "Well we're not getting you a woman. If that's what you mean?" "What the fuck?" "Watch you language with me young man." "But why?" "I don't think that I have to give you any reasons, but I'll humor you. It's barbaric and wrong." "Mom, I completed the oath, along with all of my friends. They are getting courtesans. It's not fair." "I don't care about that oath. I never agreed to this oath. In fact we never even discussed it. You just went along with all of your friends, recited some inane oath, and assumed that I would agree to it. Well I don't. And besides the oath is redundant anyhow. As far as I know, it is illegal for minors to engage in sexual behavior, and they changed the age of consent to eighteen back in 1965. So you, by law, have to be a virgin at eighteen no matter what." "Mom?" "No one ever brings that up when they are talking about that stupid oath and how they are getting their sons a prostitutes for agreeing to abstinence, when the law commands it anyhow." Justin put his head in his hands out of frustration. "It's not fair, Mom." Her heart went out to him. Not because of why he was frustrated, but that he had his mind set on something, and now she was denying him. She had never denied him anything before. He was always such a good boy, and now he was so heartbroken. Was she being too hard on him? Was she being too prudish, like her husband kept saying? It did seem that every boy in town got a woman on their eighteenth birthday, and their mothers not only agreed to it, but also were active in procuring the woman. She herself had been asked twice to be one, and the mothers took it as an affront when she turned them down. As if she was insulting their sons. "It's not fair," he repeated pulling on her heartstrings. "If you really want one, I'll be your courtesan," and as soon as she said it she knew that she had said the wrong thing. "What? What are you talking about?" "Well, I just thought that if you wanted it that badly, I could ...ahh." She started back tracking. "Eww gross, Mom! You're my Mom! "I know, stupid idea. I just thought that it was an option." She didn't know what else to say. "Am I that gross?" She got up out of her chair and looked at herself in a mirror across the room. Justin looked at her too. She really wasn't that bad looking, he thought. In fact she had a nice ass, even in dress slacks, and of course she had those big tits that she always showed off. But she's my mom, he thought, and yet after this night he never looked at her the same again. They were both feeling a little embarrassed since the subject of having sex came up, and so there was an awkward silence in the room. "I'm going to my room," he said finally as he got up from the table, and noticed that he had an incredible hard on for some reason. He could hardly wait to get up stairs and rub one out. Katie watched her son exit the room. "I've laid out clothes for you for tomorrow. Don't wrinkle them." Oh great, she thought, now she had done it. Her suggestion was over the top, but she was that adamant about the subject. She wasn't going to provide a whore for her son's pleasure. What would have happened if he had accepted her suggestion? What then would she have done? Would she have really had sex with her son to prove a point? But he didn't accept so thank God. She looked at herself in the mirror. He's right though. I am hideous. I need to go on a diet, and start working out. Tomorrow morning I'm going to start running, she thought and she headed for her own room to get out her workout gear. Sometimes an idea starts as a germ, a zygote, and then in the right environment it takes root, and finally matures into a full-grown entity with a life of its own. For the next week or so an idea took hold in Justin's mind. It was another person's idea, but it found fertile ground in the young man's hormone drenched psyche. He mulled it over, dismissing it entirely, but then it would reappear and he would mull it over some more. He would constantly debate it with himself, and each side of the quarrel would be argued (pro and con, right and wrong, good and evil) until a decision was wrestled out of the chaos. Yet each time, no matter what the final decision was, it was deemed unacceptable. In the beginning, of the two decisions that were vying for supremacy, the outcome was usually fifty-fifty. But soon, and with depraved indifference, one decision started to come more to the forefront, until it finally became the decision of choice, and though it was still not acceptable, it was the path that he would ultimately take. Justin started noticing her more and more each day. First, a pair of tights and a top that only came to the waist, revealing a cute yet ample ass and thong panty lines. Next a sweater with lacy cleavage bent over in front of him unsuspectingly. Yesterday a scandalously tiny pair of running shorts paired with a sports bra, and noticeable nipples. Followed by a miniskirt, high heels, and spaghetti strap tank top. The problem was that the body that filled him with such lust and self-admonishment, was that of a woman who he had spent his whole life with, and had never noticed before, and which he had no right to notice now. He didn't want to notice. He knew it was wrong, but he noticed anyhow. It was a slippery slope from which he couldn't return. And now that germ of an idea had taken root in him like a cancer that couldn't be cut out. It would grow and grow until one morning he woke up, and heard the usual knock on his bedroom door. "Honey are you up?" "Yes," he said as he lay in bed with a huge morning erection. "In more ways than one," he finished under his breath. His mother came into the room dressed from her morning run. She had on skintight exercise leggings, and an orange spandex, sports bra that hugged every curve. "Do you notice anything different about me?" She asked as she spun around like she was some kind of model on a catwalk. He did notice, as she turned her back towards him, the way the seam on her leggings ran up the crack of her ass, which separated and lifted each cheek so that you could see each bun in all of it's glory. "What do you mean?" "I lost another two pounds," she exclaimed. "That's three in the last nine days." He looked at her and felt a forbidden, animalistic, lust deep in his gut. "That's some bottom on you Mom," he said tongue in cheek. "These leggings?" She said totally oblivious. "Yeah, I love them. I get lots of compliments on them. So how do I look?" She was all excited about losing the weight. "Sexy!" "Sexy? Hmmm." She replied with her eyebrows up in mild surprise at such a suggestion from her son, but dismissed it. "Okay. Do you have work today?" "Yes, Mom. You ask me that every day." He sprawled out on the bed with his hands behind his head, and just a thin sheet covering his bulge. How could she not see it, he wondered. "Well I don't want you losing this job. It's important that you get some responsibility in your life." He looked at her strangely. "What?" She asked. "I was thinking." He couldn't believe that he was even broaching the subject, but she looked incredible. Her clothes were painted on, and her cleavage was tormenting him. "About what?" Her mind started to wander as she spied his clothes left on the floor, and started to pick them up. "What you said last week." "Ahuh," she said absentmindedly as she started to think of all of the chores she had to do: the laundry, take a shower, fix her hair and her nails, and then she had to get to the supermarket since there was nothing in the house. Justin took her hand as she stood next to him by the bed. "Okay," he said "Okay what?" She asked, realizing that she hadn't been paying much attention to the conversation. "Okay." He shook her arm in an attempt to prod her memory. "Okay?" She still didn't get it, and then it all flashed back to her; the talk about his courtesan, the argument, and then her suggestion. "Ohhhh," she said, and then she had to sit down on the edge of his bed, because her knees had suddenly gone weak. "I'm willing if you're willing." His erection swelled hard in his groin. "Ummm, okay?" The words came out of her mouth before she knew it. She was in shock, starring off into space, and then she realized that she just had agreed to it. She wanted to say, "No! Are you kidding. It was just a point I was trying to make," but before she could he pulled the sheet down exposing his rock hard penis, and then he took her hand and wrapped it around his cock. She didn't say anything, and she could hardly look at him, as she held her young son's cock in her hand and started to stroke it. She wanted to yell –'Stop! What are we doing? This is wrong!' But then she looked at his face and watched as he closed his eyes and bit his lower lip in pleasure. He's enjoying it so much, she rationalized, what's wrong with giving him a little pleasure? It was a little thing; something she had done for her husband a thousand times. Justin was enjoying it all right, but he was thinking that he could jerk himself off. He wanted more. He opened his eyes and saw his mom smiling at him awkwardly. "Mom, suck my dick," he pleaded. He saw her shocked reaction. "I don't know?" She stammered. She starred at his cock thinking, could I really give him a blow job? "Oh great. I knew you would back out. Just like you backed out of getting me a courtesan. How many promises are you going to break?" "No, Justin," she defended herself. "It's just that you have to admit, this is going to take some getting used to." But he wouldn't look at her, and she noticed the defeated look on his face. Something drove her to it. Something forced her to do what she never thought she could ever do. She stood up, ran her fingers nervously through her short blond hair, and straddled him. She then got down on all fours and took his cock in her mouth. Just then Justin felt something that he had never experienced in his life. It didn't matter at all that it was his mother who had a lip lock on his cock. In fact if Medusa herself, snakes and all, was sucking his cock at that point, all he would know was that he wanted more. "Ohhh," he moaned as her soft lush lips wrapped exquisitely around his prick. "That feels so good." "Mmm-hhmm," she answered wordlessly. "Faster Mom," he pleaded as he opened his eyes and saw the top of his mother's head, black roots and all, working him. He thrust more and more into her face as she tirelessly went down on him. The pleasure built higher and higher until he was violently fucking her face. He was eighteen, horny, and he hadn't masturbated in a day or two, so it didn't take long. Before Katie felt her muscles begin to tire, he exploded into her mouth. It was actually a bit of a surprise to her, even though she knew he was close, he ejaculated before he orgasmed. His cries of pleasure coming as the second and third hot jets of jism erupted into her mouth. Swallowing the last of it, she sat back on her legs. He was still breathing hard and lying exhausted on his bed. "Don't fall back asleep honey. You still have to go to work." Always the mother she thought. Even after performing fellatio on him. "I know. I know," he said still with his eyes closed. She started to get up off of him and headed for the door. She felt a little embarrassed and she also felt like she was leaving a one-night stand. "Mom," he said as she got to the door, and she turned around to see him looking at her with affection. "Yes honey?" "I'm glad that you are going to be my courtesan." "Me too honey," she said amazed at the conversation she was now having with her son. She left his room and when she got downstairs to the kitchen she sat down on a chair and asked herself, "What the hell have I just done?" Linda Teller sat at her desk in the classroom that she taught summer school in. The last of her students had left for the day, and she sat looking out the window as the kids and parents milled about in front of the school. She daydreamed about Timmy. That's what she called him now; not Tim or Timothy. She couldn't help it. She knew she was starting to develop a crush on the boy, and there was little that she could do to stop it. She knew it was wrong, and stupid, for in two months he would be off to college forgetting about her, and she would be left to forlornly pick up the pieces of her marriage. She had heard of courtesans getting emotionally attached to the boys that they were asked to initiate. They were pitiful creatures that returned to their marriages forever hoping that their young men would return. But they never did. They were too busy starting their lives. A knock on the classroom door brought Linda back to reality, and she turned to see her friend Harriet walk into the room. Harriet was a woman of color that taught math to eighth graders. "Hi Linda." Harriet greeted her. "Are you busy?" "No just thinking." "Not about that boy, I hope?" Linda didn't say anything. She just put her hand to her mouth and smiled. "How many times have you seen him?" "Three, but the third time doesn't really count. It was a quickie in the back seat of his car." "And you are starting to feel about him like this?" Again Linda didn't say anything. She just shook her head. "I personally don't abide by this tradition," Harriet preached. "Young people have waited for marriage in the past. I don't see why they can't now." "They didn't wait. Young people think that they will live forever, and they don't always worry about a STD that has a six-month dormancy period. You of all people should know the history of the sixties." "It's just not right. It's legitimized debauchery." Linda loved Harriet, but she was a Baptist, and she tended to be sanctimonious. "Don't you think that the people who started this tradition struggled with those issues? These people were desperate. Their children were dying." "Please," Harriet shook her head. "The Federal government raised the age of consent to eighteen, they sexually segregated the high schools and middle schools, they banned all unsupervised social activities between teenage boys and girls, and still the kids were dying. They started the Oath program, and still the kids were dying." "Adults died too." "But they are adults, and hopefully mature enough, but if they are irresponsible enough to have sex with a partner who hasn't been tested or is abstinent, then there is nothing the government can do. A fifteen or sixteen year old, even though they are physically mature, isn't intellectually mature enough to make those decisions, and since it is illegal for minors to have sex, they don't have access to testing or condoms." "In my church, the kids take the oath without promising them a prostitute." "Not everyone is a religious as you and your kids are, Harriet," Harriet just dismissed her whole argument. Some people only see one side of things. "All I know is that since the Courtesan tradition has been augmented, the death rate amongst teenagers has dropped precipitously. If I can be a part of that, then I do so without reservation." Harriet realized too late, that she had insulted Linda. "Oh Linda, I'm sorry. I wasn't judging you. I respect the reasons why you do this. Besides it's none of my business. Listen I have to go and pick up my kids. Are we all right?" "Yeah, no problem," Linda said for the sake of their friendship, but Harriet could be such a pompous ass sometimes. Fuck her, she thought, I'm glad that I am meeting Timmy tonight. Anyway, she's probably jealous that she's not getting it from some young stud. Though who would want her? The Oath Ch. 03 Katie stood in front of her son's closed bedroom door. She had just come from her morning run and she was dressed in running shorts and a t-shirt over a sports bra. It was a typical outfit that she would wear for a workout, but this morning she felt naked in it. She had been standing in the hallway for a while now with the knuckle of her right middle finger in her mouth, and she was so preoccupied that she hadn't realized she was making marks in the digit with her teeth. How had she let it go this far? Her son was a good boy, who never got in trouble and got excellent grades, and since he was her only child, she tended to indulge him. It was this whole courtesan business. She had been so adamantly against it that she was willing to suggest and commit incest. But she saw no way to turn back now. There was something else though, she found it hard to believe, but she had enjoyed it. She had given her son head, and she had become aroused by it. Yet she wasn't consoled by this revelation. Quite the opposite. She was aghast by it, and she had no way of explaining it. It was with this trepidation that she stood in front of her son's bedroom door. She hesitated at first, but then she knocked on the door. "Honey are you up?" She asked in a low voice hoping he'd still be asleep. "Yeah Mom, I'm up," came his booming voice. Holy shit, she thought. Normally she couldn't get a peep out of him, but not today. Today he's up and raring to go. She opened the door and walked in to see her son lying on his side in bed under a sheet, naked to the waist, with his head in his hand. "Hi Honey," she said breathlessly. "Hi Mom. Back from your run?" "Yes," she said nervously. She was actually nervous in front of her own son. "Do you have work today?" "Yes Mom, I have work today," he said patronizingly, "but I have plenty of time before I have to get ready. Did you lose any more weight?" "Lose weight? What?" She tried to sound normal. "Did you lose any weight today?" "Yes, I lost another pound." "Good let me see. Take your clothes off." "What? Take my clothes off? What?" She stammered as she looked at him with wild crazy eyes. "You're my courtesan, aren't you?" "Yes, well, I wanted to talk to you about that." "Well Mom, if you're my courtesan, then take off your clothes and let me see your body." Was this a trick, she wondered? Maybe he wanted her to renege. That way he could manipulate her into getting a woman for him. No, she told herself, that wasn't going to happen. "Okay," she replied and slowly kicked off her sneakers, took off her t-shirt and then her shorts. She stood on the far side of the room, with her clothes in one hand, wearing just a sports bra and thong. "You look beautiful," he said as she noticed that he was stroking his cock under the sheet. Maybe it wasn't a trick after all. "Mom, your lingerie too." She looked down at her almost naked body. "Umm yeah, okay," and then she slipped her bra up over her head and then stripped the thong down her legs. Again she stood across from him with her shirt and shorts in one hand covering her tits, and her bra and panties in the other hand covering her snatch, but she was trembling. "You look absolutely beautiful Mom," Justin said, as he looked his naked mom up and down. She had really nice hips, with just a little bit of a muffin top, firm legs, and, really large breasts for her size and shape; what little of them he could see. "Mom, why is it that you have such a tiny little body, but you have such big beautiful tits?" "They were a gift from your father when we got engaged." "You had surgery?" "Yes," she said feeling surreal by this line of questioning. "I was always so flat chested, and I always wanted to look more womanly, especially for my wedding pictures, so he paid for them." "They are amazing. What little I can see. Mom can you drop the clothes now?" "Oh yeah, sure." Her heart jumped into her mouth as she hesitantly dropped them on his desk chair, and turned around totally naked to her son, still trying to cover herself up with her arms and legs. "Come here," he commanded. "Okay," she whispered as she walked over to his bed and he scrunched over on the mattress for her. She sat down on the edge of the bed, swung her feet up, and pulled the sheet up, but it only came up to her waist. . "Mom you are so sexy," he said still on his side facing her. He put his hand on her opposite hip, and kissed her on the neck. "Oh yeah, I'm a regular...," she started to say something, but he slid his hand under the sheet and then started to kiss her breasts. "Oh God!" she whispered. Justin took her nipple in his mouth as he started to probe between her legs. She instinctively opened them for him and brought a hand on the back of his head as he slowly suckled her. Well he's got the tit thing right, she thought, but he has to learn what to do down below. She would teach him that. His fingers searched their way to her labia, and then his middle finger found her slit and her wetness. She sighed almost soundlessly as he entered her. She was shaking and wet, and surprised to find that she was so excited by him. He didn't waste much time on foreplay, and he slid on top of her and between her legs. His hard cock just inches from his goal. She bit her bottom lip and looked into his eyes. He was full of lust, and breathing hard and shallow as he looked down on her heaving breasts. She was still shaking and she was also breathing hard, but deeply. It was at that moment that she realized that she wanted it. She wanted her young son to fuck her. His cock slipped into her labia and she thought maybe this is what she wanted all along. He pushed into her hard, and she grunted as he impaled her. She arched her back as he slowly pushed in all of the way. There was no questions now, no ambivalence, just pure animal wantonness. As he fucked her, she slowly brought her knees up along his body, so that Justin could penetrate her more deeply. He held some of his weight on his elbows, but most of his body was lying on her, chest-to-chest, groin-to-groin, locked in carnal bliss. "Oh God Mom, if feels so good," he whispered in her ear. "Yes Baby, I know," she answered him. "It feels good for you Mom?' "Yeah Baby it feels real good." And as she said it, she meant it. It felt so wonderful to have his cock in her that she didn't want him to stop. He got up on his hands so that he could see her, see those wonderful tits of hers bouncing up and down to his thrusting. Then he looked down to see his cock plunging into his mother's pussy over and over again. With every stroke he tried to get deeper and deeper for the pleasure was so great that he couldn't get enough. He looked back at her tits; her nipples still shiny and wet from where he sucked on them. And then he looked into his mother's face, and her eyes that looked back at him with so much desire. He kissed her on the lips once, twice and then the third time his tongue entered her mouth and as she answered it with her own, he came. Twenty minutes later Katie lied in that small twin bed naked next to her son as they "spooned." He had his right arm around her holding her close. She missed this with her husband who barely touched her anymore, and she was actually enjoying this with her son right now. "Mom was it good?" He whispered to the back of her head. "It was nice honey." She wasn't lying. She really had enjoyed it. "Real nice." "Did you come?" Kate cringed. It was a question usually prompted by a man's ego, but Justin was such a novice, that maybe he was asking out of concern. "No. Not even close." "What do I have to do?" "More than that, but its okay honey. Really." "I want to learn how," he said and his right hand reached down to her crotch. "Justin, honey, not now. I've got so much to do," she said and she tried to get up, but he held her firm. "You've had your fun," she protested, "You're not supposed to deny me, Mom. Besides I want to see you have an orgasm." That was a quandary for Katie. She didn't know if she felt comfortable enough to lose herself in front of her son. Justin fingers started to explore her. She was still wet down there from the last time, but it was evident that he didn't know what to do. He started to finger fuck her, and it felt good, but that wouldn't get her anywhere. She needed direct clitoral stimulation, and lots of it. "Let me show you." She took his hand, and started to guide his fingers where they needed to go. She guided his middle finger to her clit, and when he touched her, she had to bite her lower lip as a wave of pleasure swept over her. "That's my clitoris," she managed to say. "It feels good when I touch you there?" "It feels wonderful," and she started to lose herself in the sensation. She no longer cared about making the supermarket. She drove her hips into his hand, as he started to nuzzle her neck. She prompted his fingers to change direction and she moved them in a circular motion. "You want me to just do this?" "Don't stop, Baby. You're going to make Mama come." Subconsciously she felt the boy getting excited by the sights and sounds of her arousal, as she felt his erection in the crack of her ass. She parted her legs as he brought his cock to the front, and then he roughly entered her. He was fucking her again, and she started to moan low and slow. Her right hand was still on his hand guiding his fingers, and then she brought her left hand up and lightly touched her nipple. But as Katie was enjoying this dreamy, beautiful lay, Justin was in the grips of a monster. A demon so dark, depraved and omnipotent that he couldn't resist it even if he so desired, but in fact he did not so desire. All he desired was to fuck his Mom real hard and real fast. He was fingering her, but he only did it so he could hold her close and drive his erection as deep as he could into that wonderful cunt of hers. He kissed her neck, but the object of his desire was her reflection in the mirror across the room where he could see her entire naked body. The way her breasts swayed to his cadence and the sight of his dick entering her pussy were his prime interest; his only interest. The fact that she was in the throws of passion only served to intensify his passion. The monster gripped Justin tighter as he watched himself fuck his mother. She was mesmerizing with her short blonde hair, big tits, round hips, and shaved pussy. Katie's eyes were closed as she neared her orgasm. Her breaths were deep and fast and she started to convulse, as the first wave hit her. Then it subsided for a second until she started to build and convulse again. She didn't count them, but it was easily six or seven orgasms, each decreasing in intensity until she came back to reality; back to the realization of Justin fucking her from behind. "Mom, I'm coming!" she heard him say as the last wave of her orgasms became a memory. It was still early in the day when Linda left school. Summer school started and ended early, so that she still had most of the day to herself. Her plan was to head to the mall. She had a date with Timmy that night, and she wanted to shop for something nice to wear for him. Maybe even some lingerie. Timmy's uncle and aunt were away on vacation for the week, and Timmy and she had use of their apartment. Not that he needed any prodding, but she wanted to look sexy for him. As Linda walked across the parking lot to her car, she could hear her phone ringing in her handbag. It was Timmy. "Hello," she sang into the phone, trying to sound sexy. "Hey, what are you doing?" He sounded like he had just woken up. He's such a spoiled rich boy, she thought. "I just left school and I'm headed for my car." "What are you doing?" He repeated the question, and she understood his meaning. "Not today Timmy. I'm not giving you a quickie in the back seat of my car again. Besides I'm going to see you tonight." "Okay," he sounded disappointed. "So what are you doing?" "I've got to head over to the mall." "You are buying something sexy to wear for me tonight?" Holy Christ, she thought, this kid is incredible. "No," she lied to him. "What about some lingerie? I love lingerie." There goes the surprise, she though. "My whole life doesn't revolve around doing things for you." "It should," he said cocky as all hell. Why did she find him so irresistible, she wondered? "Let me buy you something at the Lingerie store," he pleaded. "No." "Please." "No." "If I show up at the mall and meet you, how are you going to stop me?" "Don't." She feigned resistance. She would love for him to meet her, and buy her something. She found it incredibly sexy. "I'll meet you in half an hour in the middle of the mall." "I won't be there." "Oh yes, you will." When Linda got to the mall, Timmy was already there leaning against a storefront. He was eyeing her up and down as she walked towards him, and it made her feel a little self-conscious. "You're such an amazingly beautiful woman," he said as she stopped in front of him. "Why is it you dress like an old lady?" This kid has got a lot of gall, she thought, and she gave him a look. "I teach twelve and thirteen year old boys. I need their eyes to be in the book, not on me." But he was right. Her pants and blouse were fashionable, but far from sexy. She undid two of the buttons on her blouse right in front of him. "How's that?" She flashed a tolerant smile at him. "Much better," he replied looking down at her chest. She looked down and realized that she had gone too far. The whole front of her bra was exposed. "Ohhh!" She exclaimed and buttoned one back up. "I liked it better the other way." "Yeah, I guess you did, but I need to work in this town." They just stood there for a minute or so looking into each other's eyes, as she put her hands on her sides and shifted her weight onto one hip. It was a look of sexual defiance that they gave to each other, as they grinned suggestively. The carnal banter between them didn't need words. They both knew what the other was thinking, and they were both aroused by it. "Well?" She asked breaking the spell. "Well what?" "You met me here for a reason. Don't you want to go to that store?" "We're already here," he said. Now there was one high-end store that people thought of when you talked about women's under things. But there was another store, a store that had been in business far longer, and one that no one would consider "high-end". Linda looked up to see a store sign lit up in red neon lettering, and cheap lingerie on display in the window. She had been concentrating on Tim so much that she hadn't noticed the store he was standing in front of. She didn't even know they had a store in this mall. "Frederick's, really?" She sneered. "Why?" He asked "Their stuff is a little slutty." "I like slutty," he said as he stood up, grabbed her hand and pulled her into the store. When they got in the only salesgirl in the whole store was a woman who was about twenty years older than Linda, and she was plain looking and a little frumpy. She wasn't the type of salesperson that you'd expect in a store that sold sex wrapped in a ribbon. Timmy was like a kid in a candy store as he walked around the place holding Linda's hand and checking out all of the flimsy under things. "Did you want me to pick something out?" She asked him. "No, I've got it, and besides you'd pick out something old lady-ish." "Whatever," Linda rolled her eyes as she let him roam the store. He was on the other side of the store when the saleslady came over to Linda. "Do you need any help?" "No. He wants to pick something out, though I'm a little leery about what it will look like." "Courtesan, huh?" "Is it that obvious?" "I see it all of the time. I'm just a little envious that it's so open these days. It wasn't so acceptable when I did it years ago." "Oh yeah?" Linda was a little surprised. This woman didn't seem the type, but she was probably a much younger woman then. "You're lucky. He's a lot more handsome than my young man." "Any regrets?" "Only that it was over so soon. Enjoy it. Enjoy him! It won't be long until he's off to college and after some young coed." "Knowing what you know, I mean the fact that they use you, and then forget about you, would you do it all over again?" "Yes, oh yes," the salesgirl said as a blush of color came over her cheeks, and with a faraway look of nostalgia in her eyes. "Yes, the sex alone was magnificent. I mean you're thirty, and at the height of your sexuality, and they tell you it's okay to have wanton, illicit sex with a young boy of eighteen, and of course they can go six or seven times in a night. It's amazing. Yes ,I would do it all over again. I wish I could do it now." "Really?" Linda said as she watched Timmy coming to them with two or three outfits in his hands. "Yes, my advice is to see him as much as you can, because before you know it, it's over." "Is there some place that she can try these on?" Timmy asked the salesgirl as he approached. "Yes. Come. Right over here," she said as she led the way. It was at this point that Linda realized that she would soon be wearing some slutty outfit, and having sex with Timmy in the dressing room of the store, and this woman, that she just met, would be standing guard for them. The Oath Ch. 04 When Justin got home from work that night he knew something was up. His mother just gave him a wry smile, but his father had a strange look on his face. "Sit down," his mother told him, as he entered the kitchen. "I've kept a plate warm for you." She was wearing tight shorts and a v-neck t-shirt. She looked good and she didn't hide her cleavage when she bent over to put the plate in front of him. He didn't hide the fact that he was staring down her shirt, but he was a disappointed to find that she was wearing a bra. She got up, flashed him that wry smile again, and then went to the sink. Her shorts were so tight and short that they didn't contain the cheeks of her ass. Justin was eating his dinner, and watching his mom's ass, as his father came in the room. Justin's father, John, was dressed in a swimsuit and shorts. He was obviously going for an evening swim. His father had no idea what his son was looking at because he was so preoccupied, but Justin felt guilty about it anyhow. "Justin, ah, your mother and I have to talk with you," his father talked as if he was still deciding on what to say. "Okay," Justin replied looking at his mom for some hint. Had he done something wrong? Had his father found out? "It's about the Courtesan program," his father started. "Your mother and I talked for some time about it." Justin looked again at his mother, but she just shrugged her shoulders. I still think that it is a worthwhile program, and I'm really sorry about this, but your mother is still adamant against it, and I can't sway her." "I can sway her Dad. I've swayed her before," Justin said grinning, and his mother had to turn around so as not to laugh at the double entendrė. "I don't think so son. But you can try." "It's all right Dad. Maybe Mom's was right. I don't need a Courtesan," Justin said straight faced. "I don't agree with you, but I'm glad that you are being mature about it." "It's okay Dad." "Justin, you're a good son. I want to talk to you about something else. I know that you might feel frustrated by this decision and act foolishly." "I won't Dad." "I don't want you going out and having unprotected sex with some young girl and regretting it." "I won't dad. I won't have sex with some young girl." "It's nothing to be flippant about. When I was your age I lost a good friend to the disease." "I know Dad," Justin said rolling his eyes at the much-repeated tale. "I know that you've heard it before, but you didn't know how he died. I've never told you. He knew he was going to get the disease since the young girl he had relations with died from it. He was nineteen, and knew he was going to die. They immediately put him in quarantine. Finally the disease caught up with him, and I visited him in the hospital afterwards. I had to wear one of those exposure suits, and he was already starting to haemorrhage internally. I don't have to tell you. You've seen all of the health videos, but when you see it in person its different. It's a horrible, horrible way to die. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy." Justin now felt bad about being so impatient with his dad. He also felt a little depressed. His mom must have felt the same way, because she started to do dishes, and they had a dishwasher. "Its okay, Dad. Mom's taking care of me." "What?" His father asked befuddled. "Mom is just looking out for me. She just wants to do what's right for me." "Yeah. Right. Anyway, enough said. I'm going down to the pool for a swim. I'll talk to you later." "Okay Dad." John gave Katie a kiss and then headed out the door to the pool. The room was silent for a while. His father had created a pall over the room. But Justin being a young man who thought he would live forever, was concentrating on the only thing that mattered to him now; his mom's ass. She was finishing up the dishes, and Justin got out of his chair to bring his plate to her. Her hands were still in the water, but she turned her body partly around to talk to him. Justin put his dish in the sink and then put a hand on his mother's hip. Katie gave him a questioning look. "I want to sway you," Justin whispered to her as he put another hand on her waist. "What?" "Dad said it was okay for me to sway you. Don't you want to get swayed by me?" "Mom's taking care of me. You're an ass," Katie said repeating the joke. "I love when you talk dirty to me, Mom. Talk dirty to me." "What are you talking about?" Katie asked trying to fend him off as he slipped a hand up her shirt. "Talk dirty to me! Ask me to fuck you. Tell me you want my cock. Tell me that you touched yourself thinking about me." Justin slipped a hand under her bra, and tweaked her nipple. "Where do you get this stuff from? And get your hand out of my bra. Your father's right here." "I want you to talk dirty to me. Can't you just say 'Oh Justin fuck me?" Justin was starting to get all hot and bothered, and even though John was in the pool, Katie couldn't afford to have her young son humping her in the kitchen. He started to kiss her ear, so she took a glass of dishwater out of the sink, pulled his pants out by the waistband, and while he thought she was getting amorous, she poured the water down the front of his pants. "Oh fuck!" Justin yelled as the soapy water drenched his groin. "What did you do that for?" "Get upstairs and get changed. Isn't it bad enough that I'm putting out for you, that now you want to get kinky, too?" She was being serious, but she showed him half a smile to signify that she really wasn't mad. "Mom!" Justin whined. "You'll get it when it's the right time, not when your father is around. If he was ever to find out? And I'm not talking dirty to you, you little pig! I don't know who raised you to talk like that to your own mother." "Mom I want to sway you." "Oh, go fuck off, and get out of those wet clothes." Justin broke away from her and headed upstairs to his room. "I just love when you talk dirty to me." Later when John came in, she was sitting in the TV room watching a show and drinking a cup of tea. He had a look on his face that he had when he needed to talk to her, but he just stood there hovering over her. "What?" She asked. "I've got to go into work early tomorrow. I'll probably be gone before you wake." "Oh John not again." "I know. I know. But I have a ton of work, and I didn't want to have another late night at work. It seems like I never see you and Justin anymore." "Whatever," she said frustrated. "And remember that I'm leaving on Tuesday for that trip to Ohio." "Oh shit. Ohio? I forgot all about it." "I know. I wish that I never took this promotion, but remember Justin is leaving for college in a few months, and we need every penny for tuition." "Yeah, I know. It's just that I feel like I'm married more to my son than to you." "Well enjoy him, because in September he'll be at school all day, and he'll be too busy for his mom." "Don't worry about that," she said irritated. She got up off the couch and brought her teacup into the kitchen. "Justin and I are spending a lot of time together." You wouldn't believe how much, she thought to herself. The thoughts in Katie's head ran rapidly from her son to her husband, and then back to Justin as she swam laps in the family's back yard pool. She didn't know how this was going to turn out, but she was sure that her marriage was on rocky ground. The sun was just barely up on that late June morning and it was already promising to be a scorcher. She had been so preoccupied that morning that she had no idea how many laps she had made across the built in pool. Her one-piece suit felt silky and clingy in the cool water as she churned out her laps. It was a serious suit manufactured for competitive swimmers. It was white, high cut on the leg, and ridiculously see-through when wet. She wore this same suit last year, and after she got out of the pool one day, she noticed Justin's eyes were not where they should be. He averted his eyes, shamefully, and made an excuse to go into the house. Katie soon realized that her girls were right out there for public view. As she was thinking about how she had flashed her son that day she sensed another presence in the yard. Since she was in the shallow end of the pool, she stopped her workout, stood up, and rubbed the water out of her eyes. She stood in the waist high water with her hands, prayer-like, in front of her mouth, and her arms covering her exposed breasts. It was Justin, clad only in swim shorts and flip-flops, and he was throwing a towel on to one of the poolside chaise lounges. "Hi Mom. I thought I'd join you," he said as he kicked his footwear off. "Hi Honey. Sure come on in," she said, but he didn't wait for consent, but dove right in. He dove in the deep end and made a beeline for her. She stood in the same position as he swam up to her, then popped his head out of the water, and as looked up at her, he was grinning like a fool. He had that same stupid grin that his father used to have on his face whenever he wanted "some." Though Katie thought that Justin's grin was a bit more endearing. How had it come to this, she thought. He had become a sexual predator, and she was as helpless as a fawn. She had become a sex kitten to her son. Justin took her by the hands and eased them down to the water. The morning sun was shining in her face, and she didn't have to look to know that he could see every inch of her tits through the suit. "What?" She asked as saw that grin on his face through the glare of the sun. He just grinned some more, and then started to get up out of the water. "I want to sway you." "Not now Justin. Not here." "Come on Mom, let me sway you," he said as he let go her hands and ran his fingertips up the side of her wet suit. He kissed her neck, pressed one hand on her tit, and grabbed a hand full of ass with the other. Violently he pulled her close. He had his hands all over her, and she felt his rigid cock up against her pussy. She knew she would do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. The first time she did it was out of obligation. The second time she was aroused and ashamed. The third time she gave herself freely and without reservation. There was no going back now, and she knew it. She allowed herself to look at her son the way that a mother shouldn't. He was toned and tan and handsome. She felt his rock hard erection up against her, and though she didn't want to admit it, she wanted him. Justin reached for the straps on her suit and pulled one, and then the other down her arm. She gushed nervously as he slowly inched her high neck swimsuit down her body. "Justin, everyone can see us," she protested helplessly. "No one can see. No one is up." He was right. The sun had been up for a while, but it was still very early in the morning. Justin watched as both of his mother's breast became exposed to the morning air, she started to tremble, but not from the cold. Her breathing too was deep and erratic. Her nipples long and erect like two pink erasers. Justin held one of her tits in his hand as he grabbed for her hand and stuffed it down his shorts. She couldn't find it at first, because of the bagginess of his suit, but then she found it; sleek and wet and firm in her hand. She just squeezed the tip at first since stroking it in the confines of the suit was difficult. She remedied that by using her other hand to pull his shorts down and then off. He was now totally naked, and she was half exposed and soon to be fully exposed to whoever was watching, but she didn't care. His cock was under water, or she would not have been able to resist the urge to drop to her knees, and take him in her mouth. He stripped the rest of her suit off and then lifted her ass up on the side of the pool. She readied herself for him, but instead he dropped to his knees in the pool, and put his head between her legs. "No Justin don't," she pleaded. She was in turmoil. She knew that he needed to learn this, but it just seemed too perverse to have her son lick her pussy. She had tongued with him, sucked his cock, and fucked him, but letting him eat her out was too deviant. She was reluctant as he pulled her by the hips closer to the edge of the pool. Her desire soon changed things, as she felt his hot breath on her labia, and then his tongue on her clit.. The pleasure started at her clit, and then she felt its warmth spread throughout her body. It was still perverse, but now deliciously so. She lay back on the side of the pool with her legs on his shoulders, as her son drew little circles around her clit with his tongue. Without looking she grabbed for one of his hands that were on her hips, and guided it up to fondle her tits. At first he just cupped and kneaded it, but then he found her nipple and twirled it between thumb and forefinger. The way he squeezed her nipple hurt so good, and she found herself arching her back in reaction. She was so aroused and wanton that she was oblivious to the world. She only knew that she never wanted him to stop. "Justin, that feels sooo good. Don't stop baby. Right there. Yes. It feels so good. Make Mama come. Please," she panted. Justin could smell his mother's as she became wet with arousal. He tasted that indescribable taste of her for the first time. It was like an electric charge was running through his tongue. Katie was at the peak of her excitement as Justin sucked obediently. She let herself go free as the acme of the first wave took her. Justin watched as the arch in his mother's back became more pronounced, and her breasts and rigid nipples reached for the morning sky. Justin was finding out that there was nothing more arousing than a woman in the state of arousal, as his mother cupped her own breast, arched her back, and with her mouth open wide, moaned his name. All he knew was that he wanted to fuck her. He stayed on her clit until she was done, but he couldn't wait to stick his throbbing dick in her, until finally. "Oh Justin, fuck me. Fuck me now," his mother pleaded with him. He was up out of the water in a flash, grabbed her by the hips, and then watched as the head of his dick, and then the whole shaft, plunged into his mother's beautiful little snatch. He couldn't take his eyes off her lips as they enveloped his cock. That cute little tuft of hair on her pubic mound captivated him. "Oh God Mom, I love fuckin' you!" "Yes baby, I love it too!" He was now looking at her big round breasts and those tantalizing nipples awash red with emotion. Then to her pretty face, her eyes partly closed, and her red lips parted as she panted every time his dick entered her. She looked up at him pleading with her eyes not to stop. And then he looked down again to her cunt, and try as he might, he couldn't get his dick any deeper inside of her. "Oh Mom, I'm gonna come!" "Oh baby fuck me!" As he came, he lost all sense of consciousness, and his knees went weak and buckled. He didn't even have to fuck her any more. He just kept his dick as deep in her cunt as he could, and felt each wave of ejaculation as he shot his seed deep into his mother. Exhausted he lay on top of her. His dick slowly shrank and then dropped out of her. "Oh Justin, you are going to be the death of me," his mother whispered breathlessly in his ear. Tim was sitting in the mall food court eating from a bag of chips and drinking a soda when he saw Justin walking over to his table. Justin had his break at about the same time each day so they arranged a meeting. Tim was anxious to tell his friend all about his Courtesan adventures. "Hey," Justin said as he sat down. "Hey," Tim's replied. "What are you eating, chips?" "Yeah. Want some?" "Nah, that shit will kill you. I thought you were getting in shape for football?" Tim had already started practice sessions for his college team. "Do you know how many laps I ran today, and how long I was at the gym lifting weights? One bag of chips won't kill me." "You never know." "What about you? You're not going out for football over at State?" "I don't even want to go." "What are you talking about? All you've talked about for the last year is going to college." "Going away to college, not staying here and going to a commuter college." "You were accepted to out of town colleges. Why didn't you go to one of them?" "My mom. She's the one who wanted me to go to State." "Justin man, you have to cut the apron strings. You're mom certainly won't." "I know, but she said that since her and my dad were paying for school, she thought it was best that I stay local." "Your mom is too controlling. You've got to get some independence." "I know, I know, but how?" "Well you'll have to suck it up for two years, and then transfer. It's the only way to get away from her." Justin just shook his head in frustration. He loved his mom, but she had too much say in his life. Besides, he didn't know if he could wait two years. "It's just like the Courtesan thing," Tim continued. "You're like the only guy in school who doesn't have one." Again Justin didn't say anything. He just let it all boil up inside of him. "You should have seen Linda the other day," Tim rubbed it in. "I actually had sex with her in the lingerie store. Right in the dressing room." Justin looked up at Tim in astonishment. "What!" "It's true. I got her to try on some kinky stuff, and I fucked her in the dressing room." "You're lying!" "Am I?" Justin couldn't believe it. Tim was always so god damn lucky. First he got a real Courtesan, then it turned out to be this hot woman, and now he's fucking her in public. "You know you aren't supposed to be talking about her this way?" Justin wasn't really indignant about Tim's indiscretion. It was jealousy and he knew it. "That just sounds like sour grapes their buddy." Tim smiled, and Justin did too, but his smile was a sorrowful one. Tim left, and Justin sat at the table alone. He only had a few more minutes before he had to get back from break, and he wasn't hungry, so he just sat there alone with his thoughts. This whole situation was fucked up. He wasn't going to the school that he wanted. He was going to the one his mother picked out. On top of that he didn't have a real Courtesan. He was fucking his own mother. It's not like he wasn't enjoying it. At first it felt weird, but as soon as he saw her naked, the lust just overcame any reluctance on his part. And it wasn't like she wasn't willing. At first he thought she did it out of some sort of obligation to him, but lately she has been the aggressor. Like the other night, they went to the local hamburger joint because his dad was out of town, and his mother didn't want to cook. They were sitting in the car in the back parking lot, and after they finished eating, she just opened his zipper, took out his cock, and without him asking, she started to suck his cock. Initially it was surreal for him, because people were walking behind the car as he was fucking his mother's face. But lust soon took over any reservations he had, and soon he was holding the back of her head and ramming it as deep as he could down her throat. Still, resentment harbors easily in a young man, and then it festers. It was with this burr under his saddle that he went back to work.