Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2016 13:54:14 +0000
From: william <beau155@hotmail.com>
Subject: Collision Course

Collision Course


Picture if you will two boys, each within weeks of having passed their
fifteenth birthdays.  Each is the son of a single parent mother and each is
being faced with difficult decisions concerning his life and his
relationship with said mother.  This is where the similarities end.
Philip, or Phil, is a sturdily built boy of average height, with broad
shoulders and a growing muscularity.  His sandy blonde hair and blue eyes
speak to his Scandinavian heritage, at least from his mother's side.  His
mother is a striking woman, Christina by name, who stands just over six
feet tall with a full figure.  Her breasts are large and heavy with flaring
hips and a rounded firm ass.  Not fat by any means, think upper Midwestern
farm girl on steroids.  She too had the blonde hair and blue eyes, the hair
usually in a braid, or braids.  She was also a happy, outgoing woman who
showered her son with affection, sometimes to his embarrassment, and worked
as the day manager of a local chain restaurant.

Nathan, always Nathan, was a shorter, slightly built boy, given to
bookishness and a quiet, reserved manner.  Behind his glasses were large
brown eyes that matched his hair that more often than not had a quizzical,
sometimes anxious cast to them.  He lived in the same town as Phil but
their paths had never crossed as he lived in a much more upscale
neighborhood and attended a private boys school in a neighboring town.  His
mother, Katherine by name (never Kate) was likewise single but didn't need
to work thanks to family money and a significant divorce settlement from
Nathan's father when the boy was only three. He had never received a direct
answer to his question about the divorce but from things pieced together
that he overheard, it had something to do with multiple infidelity, and
something about boys.  His mother, like him, was a little less than average
height with a slim, athletic build topped with red hair and she looked at
the world through pale green eyes.  She spent her time playing tennis and
golf and assisting several charities.  She was reserved, almost
aristocratic, except with her only son.  She would often run her fingers
through his hair as she appraised his readiness to leave the house in the
morning, rest a hand on his arm as they talked, or hook her arm in his as
they walked along.

It would not be long before both boys would meet but first we must see how
fate brought them to that crucial place on a warm August morning.  Let's
begin with Phil.  It was the middle of June and it was the first day of his
summer vacation.  And the first that did not require him to be at some day
camp or babysitter's.  Beginning early in the spring he had begun
accumulating clients to his budding yard maintenance business.  This and
his rapidly maturing attitude had convinced his mother that he could be
left on his own while she worked.  Christina had the day off and Phil only
had one job and wasn't going to start it until after lunch.  When he walked
into the kitchen for breakfast he was swept up into a tight hug by his
mother.

"Good morning, sweetie pie.  How's my favorite fella this morning?" she
asked when she finally eased off enough for Phil to pull his head off her
shoulder.

"I'm fine, Mom," he said as he tried to look everywhere but into those
almost hypnotic blue eyes.

Christina had been aware of a shift in her son's actions, or perhaps
reactions, toward her of late and decided that this was the time to get to
the bottom of it.  Instead of letting him go, she let her hands slide from
his back to his upper arms so that she could hold him at arms length.  From
her superior height she looked down at him and managed to get him to look
back.

"What's going on with you, Philip?  You used to love my hugs.  Now you get
all tense and nervy.  What happened?"

Phil found himself a little tongue tied.  Besides the hair and eyes, his
mother was quite beautiful.  With high cheekbones, firm chin and a straight
nose he thought she put a lot of famous actresses and models to shame.  But
best, or perhaps worse considering his current situation, was her mouth.
Her full soft lips that so often were pressed against his cheek and
forehead combined with a set of perfect white teeth created a smile that
sent shivers down his spine.  But there was no smile now as she looked at
him, her face full of motherly concern.

"I sill love your hugs, Mom," he began after several hard swallows.  "It
just, you know, I'm not a little kid anymore.  A guy gets older and maybe
he doesn't want to have, um, you know, such a fuss made over him."

Her eyebrows raised and she pursed her lips a moment, giving her son a
second jolt and then she said,

"Honey, are you saying my hugs embarrass you?  Even with no one to see us?"

She almost sounded hurt.

"No, no, Mom, not embarrass.  It's just, well, um?" he stuttered.

A thought suddenly blossomed in her mind and her eyes widened and her lips
twitched just a bit.  She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair
and said,

"Philip, honey, are you saying that when I hug you, you get excited, as in
turned on."

Phil went very red in the face and he shuffled his feet and then he looked
her square in the face and after taking a deep breath said,

"I guess so, Mom.  I mean, I know you're my mom and everything, but I can't
help it.  Look at you, you're gorgeous.  And you've got such a great body
and with all that pressed up against me, I guess it's just automatic," he
concluded, looking down at his feet.  "It must mean I'm some kind of perv."

"Oh, sweetheart, no, it doesn't," his mother insisted and he was once again
pulled tightly against her, reigniting those disturbing feelings.  "Oops,
sorry, honey.  It's just a habit," she added as she let him step back a
bit.

"You know, the relationship between a mother and son can be very
complicated and more than a bit tricky.  Especially when you consider that
we just have the two of us here.  But you're no pervert," and then she gave
him just a bit of a smile and said, "you know, I have to admit, in a way,
it's kind of a compliment to have such a handsome young man feel that way
about me."

"Aw, Mom, really?"

She laughed a throaty chuckle and then pushed him towards the table so they
could begin eating breakfast.  As she sipped at her coffee, Christina
regarded her son.  She had to admit she hadn't been paying close enough
attention and it was clear that her little boy was now her young man.  And
a handsome one at that.

"You know, sweetie, as awkward as all that just was, I'm kind of glad it
happened.  It's nice to know you were able to tell me what you did.  And in
a way it reminded me so much of your father."

"Really?  Well, I guess your hugs must have had the same affect on him."

Christina laughed louder this time and replied,

"I suppose that was true but I meant the way you were explaining things
sounded so much like him.  He could talk to me about anything but sometimes
the subject would make him so uncomfortable he sort of stumbled his way
through it.  It was really very cute."

Phil smiled and managed to not reveal that fact that his mother's smile and
steady gaze had him so hard it hurt.  He finished his meal and then excused
himself so that he could get out of the kitchen before his mother noticed
anything.  He thought he had made good his escape but he was wrong.  His
mother was well aware of the bulge that revealed his condition.  It also
suggested he was indeed no longer a boy.  It was a thought that kept
occurring to her as the day wore on.  It hadn't helped that in the
afternoon, after her household chores had been completed, she had settled
down for a couple of hours of reading.  The bawdy tale of randy characters
from Elizabethan England kept the bulging jeans clearly in mind.

She was in the middle of dinner preparations when Phil came in through the
kitchen door.  He was a mess and with a hand pointing to the bathroom down
the hall, he was sent off for a shower.  Dinner was just reaching the table
when he returned, his hair still wet but in a clean t-shirt and basketball
shorts.

"Now that looks better.  Tough afternoon, sweetie?"

"Wasn't supposed to be, otherwise I would have started sooner, but
Mrs. Winston wanted me to trim her bushes and a few of them are pretty big.
But she paid me double, so, it's all good."

"Hmm, my son, the business tycoon," she said with a smile.

As usual dinner was excellent.  Christina hadn't spent all those years
working in restaurants without picking up a few things.  After the table
was cleared and the dishwasher filled, mother and son retired to the family
room for some TV and reading.  Christina sat on one end of the couch, her
novel in her lap while Phil used the lounge chair to watch the television.
They had been there perhaps half an hour when she noticed him shifting in
the chair.

"Honey, is there something wrong?"

"Um, not really, it's just with all that pruning my shoulders are a little
sore.  No big deal."

"Nonsense.  Come over here and let me see what I can do."

"It's okay, Mom, really."

Christina fixed him with a firm stare and pointed to the space next to her
on the couch.

"You, here, now.  And don't worry, it's not like I'm going to hug you," she
said with a straight face.

Phil scowled a bit but did as he was told and took his place on the couch
next to his mom.  Within a few minutes of her fingers going to work on his
neck and shoulders, he was glad she insisted.  The tension and aches melted
away as she kneaded the knots into submission.

"Wow, Mom, you're really good at this."

"What would you expect?  Your grandmother was one of the finest masseuses
there was.  Don't you think she would have taught me a thing or two?"

He just shrugged, which was much easier and less painful than it would have
been before she started.  As she continued, he found himself slipping into
a semi doze and without realizing, he had slumped back so that his head was
resting on her shoulder and her arms were around his chest.  He wasn't sure
how long he had been like that but he became aware of soft, moist kisses
being pressed against his cheek while a hand rubbed across his chest.

"Mom?"

"Shhh, just relax, baby."

He had to admit, he hadn't felt this good in a long time.  He snuggled back
against his mother, only marginally conscious of the feel of a large firm
breast pressed against his back.  He felt tingles as finger tips crossed
back and forth across his nipples causing the front of his shorts to swell.
When her hands slid up under his shirt to play directly with his nipples he
couldn't help but moan a bit and pressed back harder against her chest.  He
felt her press back.  Her lips began to press against his ear and the side
of his neck.  When he became aware that one hand was slowly moving down
across his stomach he began to tense.  When it continued to move over the
front of his shorts he gasped out,

"Mom?"

"It's alright, sweetheart.  Just relax and let me do this for you."

As her palm pressed against the center of that bulge he felt his hips press
back involuntarily.  She began to rub as her lips continued to roam the
side of his neck and face.  After a few minutes she slipped her hand under
the waist band of his shorts and found what she was hunting for.  She had
speculated for most of the afternoon on what she had seen at the end of
breakfast and now she had a much better idea.  It felt wonderful.  She had
a large hand with long slender fingers and his shaft filled it nicely.  The
skin was warm and smooth and she couldn't feel much in the way of hair.
She squeezed and began to stroke it slowly.

"Oh, Mom, that feels so good."

"I'm glad, baby.  And it'll feel so much better, I promise."

She shifted around a bit so that he was leaning more fully against her
heavy tits and he was able to bring one hand down and back so that he could
rub her bare lower leg.  She continued to stroke his cock inside his shorts
but she wanted to see the treasure she had found.  She placed her wet lips
against his ear and said,

"Lift you hips up, baby.  You'll be more comfortable."

He did as she said and she pushed the shorts down past his cock and balls.
Her smile, which he couldn't see, would have brought him to his knees.  The
cock in her hand was thick, and was probably seven and a half inches long.
The tip was swollen, red and dripping.  Looking past her hand she could see
a good sized pair of hairless balls.  Her entire body was tingling at this
point.  She continued to manually stimulate her son with one hand rubbing
over his chest and stomach while the other squeezed and stroked his hard
shaft.  Phil was moaning and his ass was grinding against the couch.  His
head was leaning back against her shoulder and she was rubbing her cheek
against his.

As could be expected, Phil didn't hold out for very long under this
combined assault.  His hips began to move more quickly and his breathing
picked up.  She could see that his balls were pulled up tightly and she
readied herself, wondering what he would have to give her.  She didn't have
to wait long.  Accompanied by a low groan, his hips began to buck and he
began to shoot his load.  The first shot was thick and white and landed on
his stomach and lower chest.  The second one fired out, clearing his
shoulder and landed on her blouse.  She began to ooo and ahh as his balls
continued to unload shots of the thick white cream.  In all, he delivered
half a dozen solid shots and a couple of lesser ones, followed by some
oozing.  The he simply melted back into her.

"Oh, my goodness, baby.  What a load.  My boy certainly did grow into a
man.  That was fantastic," she crowed.

"Thanks, Mom.  It's been a few days and after what happened this morning, I
guess I had a lot stored up.  This was really amazing."

"I'm so happy you enjoyed it, baby.  Let's get this cleaned up a little.
Hold still."

His t-shirt had taken some hits so she tugged it up and off and then used
it like a cloth to wipe up what was left.  Putting it aside she had him sit
up a bit so she could pull off her own, much less messy blouse and although
it wasn't necessary, she took off her bra as well.  Her big tits sagged
down and aside, but not as much as you might think, and she settled back
against the couch, pulling Phil down to rest his head and shoulders on her
lap.  He couldn't help but see all that bare skin and two hard, thick
nipples.  His mother resumed running a hand over his fully bare torso with
one hand and playing with his hair with the other.  Their eyes met and her
expression was expectant.  Phil smiled a bit, tilted his head and brought
his lips to one of the hard nipples and let his tongue snake out.  After a
few licks he felt his head being cupped by a strong, gentle hand and his
lips were quickly pressed against the hard nub.  He opened his mouth and
began to lick and suck on the big nipple.  His mother let her head rest
against the couch back as she cooed,

"Oh, yes, baby.  Just like that.  Your lips feel so good.  I want to feel
them all over me but right now keep sucking."

As he sucked on the obviously sensitive nipple, he came to several
conclusions.  The first was that he was really enjoying this, regardless of
who he was doing it with.  Second was that his mom was having just as much
fun and for some reason he was glad that he was the one making that
possible.  And lastly, there was no reason to be hesitant or hold back.
This was his mother and she deserved all the enjoyment he could give her
after all she had done for him.  With that in mind he brought his hand up
and began to squeeze on the big tit as he sucked the nipple.

"Oh, my, yes, sweetie, do that, do whatever you want."

She in turn took hold of his cock again and began to play with it.  She
stroked the thick shaft, playing with his balls and using a finger to rub
the now copious flow of precum around the head and upper shaft while his
lips and tongue danced on her nipple.  As his excitement level rose, Phil
shifted around so that he was more on his side and he was able to get his
whole face working on his mom's tits.  He attacked both nipples with
passion while rubbing his cheeks and forehead on all that skin.  Her hand
on the back on his head pressed him tightly against her and she was kissing
his hair.

With all that movement of both their heads the inevitable eventually
occurred and their lips brushed against each other.  It was only a matter
of a few seconds and they were in a passionate, grinding lip lock with
mouths moving against each other and tongues probing and wrestling.
Christina pulled her son up a so that he was sitting in her lap and she was
pulling his shorts down his legs and then off.  Fully naked now, Phil got
his arms around his mom's shoulders and they settled into a heated make out
session, with her bare tits against his smooth chest, their arms around
each other and their lips inseparable.  Moans escaped from both of them
here and there but mostly it was the sound of wet lips and heavy breathing.

This went on for a while but eventually other desires took hold and
Christina was desperate to get naked and have her son use his lips in at
least one more place.  She pulled her head back and looked deep into a pair
of blue eyes so like her own.

"Sweetheart, you kiss so well, but I need you to do something for me so
badly.  First I need you to get these shorts off me."

"Sure thing, Mom," Phil said, obviously eager to see his mother naked.

He got on to his knees and went to work on the button and zipper keeping
her shorts in place.  Once they were undone he spent a few frantic moments
tugging the tight denim down over her firm ass and broad hips.  Once at mid
thigh they slid all the way down and off.  He could now see the panties she
wore, low cut and blue in color.  The look on her face indicated they
needed to go as well.  He took hold of the thin waist band and pulled them
down, making quick work of the task.  Then he sat back on his heels and
looked at his mother as she sat there in all her naked glory.

"Damn, Mom, you are so hot.  You should be a model or something."

Christina blinked and her eyes went a bit wide but then she smiled that
blazing smile and said,

"That's very sweet of you to say, baby, but while the height is right, I
think I'm a bit too large for that sort of work."

"That's crazy.  Any guy would kill to be where I am right now."

"Well, you're the one here and the only one I want here.  Now it's time for
you to do something special for me.  Move back down the couch for a
minute."

The boy did as he was told and from the end of the couch he watched as his
mother swung her naked body around so that she was lying with her shoulders
against the arm of the couch and her long legs pointed in his direction.
Then she let one leg slide off the couch and the other was draped up over
the back.  This exposed her pussy to him for the first time.  He was
awestruck.  He had seen pictures of course and seen a couple of videos but
this was the first time up close and personal.  The lips were smooth and
puffy with more than a hint of moisture.  The clit was poking out from its
hood and the little bit of hair left was as pale blonde as that on her
head.  It looked very inviting.

"Bring your face down here, baby.  I want your wonderful tongue and lips
right here," she said, pointing to the hard nub of her clit.

Phil dropped down so that he was on his stomach, his hard cock pressed
against the cushion.  He brought his face close enough to her pussy so that
he could smell the musky scent.  He let his tongue slip out and tentatively
touch the hard clit.  He could hear the sharp intact of breath but he
didn't look up.  He just sent his tongue out a few more times to lightly
wash over the hard nub and then he took one long swipe from the bottom of
those puffy lips to the top of the hood.  His mother groaned and grabbed
hold of both of her tits and started to fondle them.  Figuring he was on
the right track, Phil continued to treat his mother to a hot wet pussy
licking.  After a while he switched to planting his mouth fully on her
pussy, covering the clit and most of her lips.  He applied suction and
licked everywhere he could find.  Based on what he had seen once, he
brought a finger up and began to slowly probe the bottom of those swollen
and now very wet lips.

Christina's hips began to respond so he had to use his other hand to hold
on.  He pushed with his finger and was soon penetrating his mother up to
the last knuckle.  He began to fuck his finger in and out and by the tenth
stroke his mother's hips pushed up hard and then froze as she groaned and
grunted through a heavy climax.  Phil kept working at her pussy and clit
until her ass dropped back down onto the cushion.  He looked up to see his
mother lying perfectly still except for her heaving chest, which was quite
a sight in and of itself.

He raised his head a little higher and saw her eyelids flutter a bit and
then those crystal blue eyes were looking down at him over the swelling of
her tits and a slow lazy smile spread across her lips.  She held her hands
out to him and said,

"Come to me, baby."

He got up on all fours and crawled his way up his mother's body until she
could wrap her arms around his back and pull him down so that his chest was
tight against her tits and her lips were tight against his.  The kissing
was less frenzied but just as passionate, with the added treat of her pussy
juices that coated his mouth and chin.  His hard cock was pressing against
her stomach and he was desperate to cum.  When she was ready she took her
mouth off of his and looked at him and said,

"Okay, baby.  We're ready for the next step.  Slide your hips down a bit."

When he was where she wanted him, she took hold of his hips, moved her own
a bit until the dripping head of his cock was at the entrance to her very
wet pussy.  She gave a tug and pushed with her hips and after a bit of
resistance the head and a bit of shaft pushed past her swollen lips.  She
let out a groan and Phil hissed through his lips.  She tugged some more and
the fat shaft slowly sunk into her tight, eager pussy.  She used her hips
to ease him back and forth until finally she had him completely inside her.
Her legs came up and wrapped around the back of his and she pulled him down
so that his head rested on top of her chest.

"Yes, yes, yes.  Oh god, you feel so good inside me.  What a fantastic cock
you have.  Start moving your hips, baby.  Start fucking me."

His mother almost never used profanity and it was such a turn on to hear
her say 'fuck' with him in mind.  With his body supported on hers he began
to pull his cock back and then push in.  It took about two strokes for his
body to go on automatic and he allowed himself to just go with it.  One of
her hands reached down and grabbed his ass, squeezing the small but firm
cheeks while the other held the back of his head.  Soon her own hips were
responding to the rhythm and the sound of skin slapping skin filled the
family room.  He became aware that every few strokes she would pause and
grind a bit so with a bit of concentration he was able to match and add his
own grinding movement to hers.  Her grip tightened as she rode out a small
orgasm and then she was matching his strokes with increasing urgency.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god.  I haven't felt like this in so long.  Fuck me,
baby, fuck me.  Make me cum with your fat hot cock."

It was a good thing that he had cum so hard such a short time before
otherwise he never would have lasted as long as he did.  Which wasn't
really all that long but it was enough that the stroking of his fat cock
inside her tight wet pussy brought her to a gut wrenching, squealing orgasm
that had her hips lifting him up off the couch.  When she was done, she
dropped back down but didn't give up her hold on him so he kept stroking
until he felt his balls begin to tighten.

"Oh, Mom, I'm gonna cum."

Her legs dropped to the side and she said,

"Pull out and give me that beautiful cock, baby."

Having seen guys cum on big tits, he thought maybe that's what his mom
wanted but when he moved up over her stomach she kept pulling on his hips
until she could get her mouth on his cock and began sucking it hard.  The
hand on his ass squeezed hard and a finger touched his asshole causing his
hips to push more cock into her eager mouth.  Finally there was no stopping
nature and his hips bucked and he began shooting his cum into her mouth.
While not as prodigious a load as the first, there was still a lot and it
was thick and creamy and she loved it.  Barely any escaped as she gulped
and swallowed and then when he was done, she sucked and licked him clean.
With a final lick and then a kiss on the tip she loosened her grip and let
him slide back down until he was lying against the back of the couch,
partially covering her body with his.  His head was resting on top of her
chest by her shoulder and she was resting her cheek on top of his head.
She kissed him lightly and then pulled a blanket from the top of the couch
and draped it over them both.

"Let's take a nap, sweetheart, and when we wake up we'll have a little talk
and then maybe some more fun."

"Okay, Mom.  Sounds good," Phil replied and then added, "I love you, Mom."

"Oh, sweetie, I love you too, so very much."

So mother and son, now lovers, settle into the couch and dropped off to
sleep.  Around eleven, Phil woke up to the sensation of fingertips gliding
through his hair.  He swiveled his head so that he could look into the eyes
of his mother who was looking back at him with a gentle smile.

"Hi there, baby.  How are you feeling?"

"Terrific.  A little tired but great.  That was so much fun."

"Yes, it was a lot of fun for me, too.  Do you think you'll want to do it
again?"

"Oh, yeah, of course.  As often as we can, whenever you want."

"I'm so glad to hear you say that, but remember.  It's our secret.  No one
can find out about it, promise?"

"Oh, yeah, right, Mom.  I understand.  Besides, I kind of like the idea of
it being just our little, well maybe not so little, secret."

"Hmmm, that's my boy," she kissed the tip of her finger and pressed it to
his lips at which point he gave it a little lick.

"You know, baby, I have to tell you, you were incredible.  If that was
really your first time, you have a lot of natural talent."

"It was, Mom.  I've never had a chance to do anything with anyone.  There
was a girl at camp last year that would kind of rub up against me and give
me little kisses when no one was watching but I think she did it as a
tease," he explained.

"That's possible.  Or maybe she was trying to get you to take the first big
step.  It can be hard to tell sometimes," she replied.

"Maybe, but it's not like there was anyplace we could have done anything."

She squeezed him to her and said,

"Well, like I said, you were terrific and I'm so glad I'm your first.
There's a lot I want to teach you and when the time comes for some lucky
girl, you'll knock her socks off."

"Maybe, not that anyone could compare to you," he said seriously.

"Oh, you know how to make a girl feel so good," she said with a laugh and
another squeeze.  "And now I have something that will make you feel good.
Slide down and sit up."

Knowing that his mother's instructions always led to something great he did
as she directed.  His cock was starting to stiffen already as he sat naked
watching his mother shift position.  She reclined on her side with her head
against his stomach, one arm behind his back and the other over his legs
with her hand on his hardening cock.  She began to lick the head and shaft
of his cock and then let her lips slide over the tip and then all the way
down until his dick was fully engulfed.  He let out a moan while bringing
one hand to rest on her back, make small rubbing circles.

She sucked his cock for about five minutes before she pulled off and looked
up at him and said,

"I have a better idea.  Let's go to my room, baby, it will be much more
comfortable."

"Sounds great."

So she swung her legs off the couch and sat up.  The stood together and
taking his hand, she led him out of the family room and down the hall to
her room.  The queen size bed looked nice and roomy to Phil and full of
promise.  She pointed for him to climb up and rest his back and head
against the pile of pillows at the top.  She did a slinky cat crawl onto
the bed from the foot until she had her face hovering about his hard cock.
One hand took hold of his cock while the other played with his heavy balls
and then her mouth was on it again, making long sweeps with her lips from
the tip to the base and back again.  At intervals she would stop with the
whole thing in her mouth and play with his balls and let her tongue work
the shaft.  It felt so amazing but he wanted to make her feel good too so
he said,

"Mom, that feels so good, but can't I do something for you?"

She slid her lips off his dick and looked at him, but still holding his
cock.  She smiled and said,

"You are so, so sweet.  You want to do something for me, okay.  Slide down
so you're closer to the foot of the bed."

He did so and when his shoulders were flat on the mattress and he was
looking up at the ceiling, Christina shuffled around until her knees were
by his shoulders and she lifted her leg up and over so that he was able to
see her pussy.  He smiled knowing what was coming.  As she lowered her hips
to bring her pussy to his face he took hold and pulled her down.  As soon
as it was close he began to tongue her pussy lips.  She cooed and then
returned her attention to his cock.  Mother and son settled down to a tight
sixty nine and both enjoyed it immensely.  He probed her pussy with his
tongue and lavished her clit with kisses, sucks and licks.  He even used
his finger to fuck her wet pussy.  She in turned gave him a long wet
blowjob that varied from deep and slowly to frenzied licking of the head.
She came twice before he finally let out a loud groan and his hips began to
buck as he pumped a smaller but still significant load of cum into her
mouth.

When they were finally done she rolled off her son and prompted him to help
her pull down the covers.  They crawled under and she pulled him close in a
spooning hug, her arms wrapped around his chest.  She kissed his bare
shoulder and the side of his neck and said,

"Sweetie, I think you should get used to the idea of sharing my bed.  I
think I want you to be here with me a lot."

"I like that idea, Mom.  Does that mean we share the shower too?"

With a chuckle she said, "Yes, baby, I think there is room for two."

And that was Phil's introduction to the wonderful world of sex.  Our other
hero of this story needed to wait two more days for his.  As mentioned
earlier he lived with his mother in a larger home but it was just the two
of them, with cleaning staff that came every few days and meals handled by
mom, son and a host of eateries that delivered.  Nathan found it a
reasonably comfortable existence and he never wanted for attention from his
mother, but he did feel lonely.  His prep school had two pillars as its
foundation, excellence either in sports or academics.  Nathan had neither.
He was a good student, but not an exceptional one.  As to sports, he wasn't
one to trip over his own two feet, but beyond that, he had no interest.
What did interest him was the written word and well prepared food.  Girls
were also of interest but he didn't see them much thanks to school and the
distance between homes in his neighborhood.

He also found it difficult to sleep some nights and it was not uncommon to
find him down in the kitchen putting together the basics for a good
breakfast that only had to be cooked in the morning.  On the night in
question he had just finished doing this and he was making his way back to
his room when he walked past the heavy door to his mother's room.
Something tugged at the edge of his awareness so he stopped and stepped
closer.  With his ear almost at the door he thought he heard some kind of
humming noise, and what could have been sounds of distress from his mother.

Taking hold of the door lever, he found it unlocked so he moved it down and
pushed on the door.  He was glad to hear, or not, any sound from the hinges
so he was able to push the door open enough to get the shock of his life.
There on the bed, illuminated by the light of a full moon pouring in
through the large double windows was his mother, completely naked.  He
stood absolutely still as he took in the scene.  There was her compact,
athletic body, her shoulder length red hair spread out on the pillow behind
her head.  What was even more shocking, or fascinating, was the source of
the hum.  Her legs were spread and in one hand was a wand with a large
head.  He recognized it as a massager she had brought for use on her sore
shoulders and legs after a long day of tennis or golf.  It obviously had
other uses.

It was also obvious she was really enjoying herself.  Her eyes were closed
and her mouth was open somewhat.  Her free hand was playing with first one
and then the other nipple.  He watched in amazement for at least five
minutes and as he watched it was evident that she was getting more and more
excited.  She seemed to be pressing the wand harder against her body and
her free hand was now clutching at her smallish, but firm, breasts.  After
a few more minutes her body stiffened with her back arching slightly off
the bed.  Then she sagged back.

Nathan thought this was a good time to make his exit because firstly, he
didn't want to get caught, and secondly he had a raging hard on that needed
attention.  He stepped backward and started to close the door.  Just as he
lost sight of his mother, her eyes opened and her head turned toward the
door.  She smiled.

Nathan hurried down to the far end of the hall to his room.  He left the
lights off and made his way to his bed.  He stripped off his pajamas and
climbed naked on to his bed.  Unlike other nights, he didn't need to
fantasize about girls he might have seen recently or some actress from a
movie, or some clandestine porn he was able to glimpse.  Burned on the
inside of his eyelids was the image of his beautiful, and above all, naked
mother pleasing herself on her bed.

His cock was not a particularly large one, maybe five inches, maybe a bit
more and of moderate girth.  His body was slender and smooth and as he
stroked his cock with one hand, he let the other tease his nipples a bit.
Because of extensive practice, he would be able to make this session last
for a while.  This would prove provident.  Back down the corridor, in her
larger room, his mother was already out of bed and in the master bathroom
at her make up table, checking the fall of her hair and adding a touch of
perfume.  She had already removed her make up for the night and saw no need
to put it back on.  She stood up and checked how her body looked.  Slim,
firm, with just a light tan since she knew how sunlight aged skin.  She
slipped on a lightweight dressing robe that hung to mid thigh and tied at
the waist.  She stepped silently from her room and began the trek down the
corridor to her son.

When she paused at the door, she could hear nothing.  She didn't need to,
she knew what was happening.  As careful as the boy thought he might have
been, and despite her often aloof attitude, she knew exactly what her son
was up to.  Crumpled tissues in trash cans.  Odd stains on bedding and
pajamas and occasional glimpses when he was particularly desperate let
Katherine know that her teenage son was sexually mature and deeply
frustrated.  She knew the feeling.  Mimicking her son, she gently moved the
door lever down and slowly pushed the door open.  The room was darker as
the windows were away from the full moon but there was enough to see a
faint image of a boy lying naked on his bed slowly stroking his hard cock.

Her breath caught in her throat for the reality was different than the
imagined.  She thought her son was beautiful.  She often thought he was a
bit feminine in his features, taking after her much more so then his
father.  It was one of the reasons she enjoyed hugging him so much,
something she did with no one else.  As she stood there admiring her son,
it must have occurred to him that there was more light in the room.  He
turned his head to the door and froze in terror.

"It's alright, darling.  Just don't move," she said as she closed the door
behind her and stepped toward the bed.

The first comment didn't really register and the last didn't matter.  He
couldn't have moved if he wanted to.  She continued to approach as she
tried to set him at ease.

"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong and you're not in any trouble."

She came to stand at the side of the bed and she leaned down and kissed his
forehead as she had done so many times in the past when he was a youngster
and she would tuck him into bed.  Then she sat down on the edge of the bed
with her hip lightly pressed against his mid thigh.  His hand was still on
his cock but it wasn't moving.  The hand on his chest was lying flat just
above his navel.  She took her own hand and covered that one.

"Darling, I have something to ask you.  Please tell me the truth.  Were you
just in my room?"

After a moment's hesitation, he nodded.

"And what did you see?"

After swallowing hard, he said, "You."

"Darling, I know you are very good with words.  Now would be a good time to
use some."

"I saw you, naked on your bed."

"That's better.  What else?"

"Um, you were using your hand massager.  Down there."

"And do you know why?" she prompted.

"Um, you wanted relief."

"That's right, darling.  I was feeling very frustrated, sexually, so I used
my massager to give myself an orgasm.  You know what that's like, don't
you?"

His eyes got very wide but he could see by the dim light that his mother
would want more of an answer, considering his immediate situation.

"Yes, ma'am, I do."

She patted his hand and said,

"I know all about it, darling.  I have for some time.  You've been careful,
but not careful enough.  And it's alright.  It's perfectly natural."

As she said this, her hand slid down his stomach and along his thigh and
back again, her eyes never leaving his.  She shifted her position so that
her hip pressed harder against his thigh.

"I know that you don't have the opportunity to associate with many girls
and quite frankly I'm happier that you're dealing with your frustration
yourself.  It can be a dangerous world out there."

This time her hand made another transit but her finger tips brushed against
his balls as she moved her hand back up.  He twitched a little at this.
She smiled a bit more.

"Do you like how my hand feels on you?"

"Yes," he replied after a moment.

"I'm so glad.  Let's see how your hand feels on me," she said and then she
took the hand off his chest and placed it on her bare knee.

"Hmmm, your hand feels so nice and warm.  Darling, I know that I seem a
little distant with people, but you do know that I love you, don't you?"

"Of course, Mom, I've never thought otherwise."

"I'm so glad to hear that.  I'm especially fond of your hugs.  You do it so
well.  It made me wonder."

"About what?"

"About this," she said, gesturing towards his naked body.  "I know it
sounds strange, but you're the only one I have that I feel close to,
darling.  I think maybe we could help each other," she said as her hand now
closed around the one he had holding his semi soft cock.

"Mom?"

"Let me," she said as she moved his hand away and took hold of his cock.

Her hand was on the small side so it was nicely filled with his cock as she
stroked it lovingly.  She smiled at him and then focused her attention on
his dick.  The hand he had resting on her knee remained in place but did
some squeezing.  The hand job she gave her son was slow and gentle.  He was
absolutely astounded at the turn of events.  This sort of thing wasn't
supposed to happen between mother and son but he was much happier having
someone else take care of his cock.  It was hard in moments and soon was
oozing a steady stream of precum.  It felt so good as she rubbed the
natural lube into the head but he almost shot his load when she touched the
tip of one finger to the stream and brought it to her lips.

"Hmm, you taste heavenly, darling."

As she continued to stroke him, her free hand slipped inside her robe and
she began to rub a nipple with a finger coated with his pre cum.  His hips
began to move and with just a single grunt he began to shoot his load.  The
load wasn't especially large but the three shots he fired off rocketed high
above his body to come splashing down on his chest and stomach.  Some more
oozed down and over her small slender fingers.  She stood up and went to
his night stand and got some tissues and cleaned off her hand and then his
torso.  When he was all nice and clean she stood by his hip and began to
untie the belt at her waist.  Nathan watched in fascination.  When the belt
was undone she shrugged off the robe and revealed her naked body to him.
With a gesture she got him to move over into the center of the queen sized
bed.

She slid on next to him and then brought her lips to his.  His first real
kiss.  Whatever reserve she may have shown to other people was no where in
evidence.  Her lips were grinding on his and her tongue was probing deep
into his mouth.  She lowered her body onto his, covering the one side, her
hard nipples pressing into his chest, a leg sliding up over his and her wet
pussy rubbing against his hip.  He got his arms around her back and he held
on while she continued to ravage his mouth.  She finally pulled her head
back and looked down into his soulful brown eyes and said,

"Darling, this feels so wonderful.  I want you for my lover, now and
always.  Will you do that for me?"

Even in the dim light, he could see the pleading in her eyes and he
couldn't help but nod.  The answering smile was bright but disappeared
quickly as her lips once more captured his.  As they kissed she slipped her
body to fully cover his, her legs straddling him and her pussy rubbing
against his hardening cock.  Slowly she began kissing her way down his
chest, sliding back along his legs.  When his cock wound up between her
firm tits, she stopped and squirmed her torso around and then moved further
down so that she could bring her lips to his cock.

As he watched with his head propped up by a pillow, she began to lick and
kiss along the underside of his hard shaft.  Hooking the base of his shaft
with a finger, she pulled it upright and began to kiss the head.  She took
a moment to look up at her son and she gave him a smile and then let the
head and half the shaft slide past her lips.

"Oh, Mom, that feels so good."

In response she swallowed the rest of his dick and sucked hard.  Nathan
groaned loudly and tried to grind his ass through the mattress of his bed.
His mother began to run her lips up and down the shaft of his cock while
playing with his balls.  She left behind a great deal of saliva, leaving
the shaft slick and glistening.  She played with his hard cock for a while
but it was not her intention to take his next load in her mouth.

She slid her mouth off his cock but kept hold of the base.  She slid her
body up until her knees straddled his hips and her pussy hovered over his
cock.  She bent her knees a bit until the head touched the base of her
pussy lips and then she sat down.  It was her turn to groan when the head
slipped between the puffy, wet lips.  It had been a very long time since
she last felt a real cock inside her.  Many of those times weren't worth
the memory. This time she knew she was sharing this amazing time with the
one person in the world that loved her without condition or reservation.
And right now his cock was sliding up inside her tight pussy and he was
looking up at her with an expression part adoration and part lust.

Once she brought her ass into contact with his thighs, she pushed back up
and began fucking his cock.  When he reached up to take hold of her firm
tits without prompting she let her head fall back in ecstasy.  As she rose
and fell, rose and fell, his cock sending waves of pleasure through her
body, she was determined that while the rest of the world would see her as
the reserved, somewhat standoffish heiress to a minor fortune, her son
would know her for the passionate, sexual being she once was and now
determined to be again.

When she heard her son grunt she looked down to see that his eyes were
closed tight, a slight grimace on his face.  She was pretty sure she knew
what was soon to occur.  She ground her pussy down tightly on his cock and
waited.  It didn't take long.

"Oh, god, mom, I'm going to cum."

"Do it, darling, fill me with your hot young cream."

In his lust fogged mind he knew he needed to pull out of his mother's
pussy, but her body had him pinned to the bed and she wasn't going to climb
off so he had no choice but to push his cock deep into her and let loose.
The feel and sense that her son was coming inside her set Katherine over
the edge and she began to shudder through a deep orgasm.  When the shudders
subsided she slowly folded forward until her tits were pressed against her
son's chest and her head was on the pillow next to his.

"Darling, that was just wonderful.  It's been so long since I've felt like
this."

Nathan had his arms around his mother's back and was running his hands over
the warm, slightly damp skin.

"I'm really glad, Mom.  But was that last part, you know, me shooting off
inside you a smart thing to do?"

She turned her head to kiss his cheek and then she said softly in his ear,

"Don't worry about that, darling.  I can't get pregnant anymore.  I had
that taken care of years ago.  After the divorce I decided I would never
marry again and you were all the children I needed.  It will make our times
together so much more fun."

Then she lifted her head up and looked down at her son from just a matter
of inches.  Then their lips met again and they shared a long, slow,
grinding kiss full of tongue swapping.  The boy's hands moved down to take
hold of her firm ass cheeks and began to move his hips, grinding his still
stiff cock against her sloppy, wet, pussy.

"Hmm, that feels good, darling.  Do you want to do more?"

"Oh, yes."

"Then give me a few minutes and I'll be right back and then I'll show you
some more."

Nathan nodded and watched in silent amazement as the lithe form of his
mother slid off of him and then the bed.  With a backward glance and an air
kiss, Katherine walked from the room.  Her son was nearly mesmerized by the
sway and flex of her hips and ass.  He lay there as still as he could and
he kept his hands away from his now very hard cock.  When his mother
reentered his bedroom he didn't notice anything different in the low light.

"I just wanted to freshen up a bit, darling, for what comes next."

She climbed back up on the bed and quickly had her son wrapped in her arms
and she was passionately kissing him.  His lips seemed so warm and full and
she delighted in how they felt as he returned her passion.  They broke
apart for a moment and she said in a husky voice,

"I just love kissing you, darling.  It's going to make sending you off to
school in the morning so much more interesting."

Then she captured his lips again and resumed the make out session.  While
they kissed, her hips were driving her pussy against his thigh and she was
once again highly aroused and desiring more.  She broke off the kiss and
leaned back and said,

"Alright, my darling.  Time for you to learn more about making love to a
woman."

She rolled over onto her back, her head and shoulders propped up on the
pillows and she spread her legs wide.

"Get between my legs, darling.  Do you know what I want you to do?"

"Um, I think so.  You want me to use my mouth there, you know, on your, um,
pussy."

"That's right.  But so much more.  You can use your lips, your tongue, your
fingers.  I'll show you.  First, put your tongue right there," she said,
pointing to her clit.

He was on his knees so he bent low, bringing his head down so his mouth was
near the top of her pussy and he extended his tongue, lightly applying the
tip to the end of her clit.

"Hmm, that's right, but you can do it a bit more forcefully.  Oh, yes,
that's better.  And it feels good to change how you do it, licking like
that, then flicking your tongue rapidly across?.oh, yes, yes, just like
that."

Katherine stopped talking and took hold of his head and pulled it tighter
against her pussy.  After a while she pushed his head down so that his
tongue was running along the folds of her pussy lips.  This set of another
stream of groans.  For the next half hour she had him use his tongue and
lips on her clit, lips, slit and pussy hole where he proved especially
eager to fuck her with his tongue.  Then she pulled her legs back and
exposed her asshole to him and said,

"You can lick me here too, darling.  It feels so nice and don't worry, it's
nice and clean for you."

Tentatively at first he let the tip of his tongue move over the tight ring
of muscle and he could hear his mother gasp and coo so he applied some more
effort and soon had her writhing on the bed.  He even tried to force his
tongue past her sphincter but only got a bit of the tip in when she started
to buck and heave, a strangled scream announcing her orgasm.  He held on to
her until she went still and then he crawled back up her body.  When they
were face to face, her arms snaked up over his shoulders and her legs
wrapped around his and she said,

"Now slip that beautiful cock up inside me, darling, and fuck me until you
cum."

As her lips closed over his he thought that was the first time he ever
heard his mother say the word 'fuck' and it told him something but he
wasn't quite sure what.  Between the two of them it was only a moment or
two before his cock was working its way back inside her and he began to
move it back and forth, fucking her for the second time that night, but
this time with him in charge.  Her hands travelled up and down his back,
racking the skin with her perfectly manicured fingernails.  She took hold
of his ass and urged him to fuck her harder and faster, all the time
working his mouth with her lips and tongue.  When she felt he was getting
near she let the fingers of one hand slide along the crease of his ass,
with the tips running over his asshole.  She got the desired result as his
hips forced his cock harder and faster until he began to grunt.  At this
point she pushed one finger against his tight ring and although she didn't
penetrate, it did produce results as he seemed to cum hard as he pumped his
load up inside her.

When he collapsed on top of her, she tightened her grip with her arms and
legs and pulled his head alongside hers.  With her lips against his ear she
praised him for his new skill and energy.  She told him how much she loved
him and how much this all meant to her.  He mumbled back that he loved her
too and would do whatever she wanted.  They shifted slightly to get more
comfortable and fell asleep tightly wrapped in each other's arms.

When they awoke the next morning, there was more kissing and then a grumble
from her stomach announced that Katherine wanted breakfast.  Mother and son
each slid on a robe and walked together to the kitchen were Nathan picked
up from the night before and cooked the things he had prepared.  Sitting at
the table, they ate slowly and in silence for a few minutes until Katherine
broke the silence.

"Darling, I just want to say again how much I enjoyed last night.  You made
me feel things I had long since forgotten.  And I do so want to do them
again.  But I think it would be best if we didn't rush into things.  It
would be easy to fall into a habit of doing this every day, but for now I
want us to go slower.  Perhaps every few days.  And, darling, I'm going to
ask you to do something for me," she said, looking at him closely.

"What's that, Mom?"

"I want you to try and avoid any masturbation on your part between our
times together.  I'd like you to save that precious cum for me.  I know it
might be difficult but I'd like you to try, alright?"

"Okay, Mom, I will."

"Thank you, darling," she said, reaching over to cover his hand with hers.
"But we will do something special this morning.  I'm going to take a nice
bubble bath, and I'd like you to take it with me."

"Oh, wow.  That sounds like fun."

"Yes, it will be."

Once the meal was finished and the dishes cleared away, mother and son went
back upstairs to the master bathroom.  The large tub was situated beneath a
large window that looked out over the rear of the grounds.  There was no
line of sight for someone to see in but it gave the impression of being a
wide open space.  She turned on the water, adjusted the temperature and
added some oils and salts.  Immediately, dense suds began to form.  While
they waited for the tub to fill, they teased each other with short intense
kisses, hugs and fondling.  Sitting on the edge of the tub, holding her son
close, Katherine said,

"Doing this with you makes me feel like I'm a teenager again, exploring
this strange new world."

"Did you get to do much when you were my age?"

"At fifteen, no, darling, not so much.  I went to an all girls' prep
school.  But there were boys to be found and by the time I was eighteen I
had had a few adventures.  Your grandfather did what he could, but he
couldn't watch me all the time.  College was a different matter.  But I
quickly realized that I had to practice some self control, so I chose when
and where but still had some serious fun," she said, and then gave him a
deep tongue kiss to emphasize the fun part.

When the tub was filled she stood and let her robe fall to the floor,
giving him and any passing bird a look at her trim naked body.  He in turn
took off his robe, the smooth skin, slim build and almost pretty face
attracting and holding his mother's attention.  She pulled him into a hug
and said,

"My darling, you are such a beautiful boy."

Then she let him go and stepped carefully into the tub.  As she stood she
held out her hand and helped her son in.  They stood naked in the window,
not caring about the view, totally engrossed in each other.  Her nipples
were already hard and his cock was standing up, pointed at the ceiling.
Once again she pulled him to her and began to kiss him with greater
passion.  With a little urging she got them both settled down into the hot
water and suds, still locked together by arms and lips. The oils gave the
water a slick feel that transferred to their skin as they began to slide
around on each other.  Then the kissing stopped and the washing/fondling
began.  Using the suds as soap they washed each other from head to toe.

Despite their growing passion for each other they found time for some
silliness that always seems to arise with soap suds and they were treating
each other to strange growths and fantastic hair styles.  Then Nathan
noticed a strange look on his mother's face and suddenly he was being held
in an intense embrace that didn't seem to have much to do with sex.  When
she finally let go and he was able to see her face he said,

"What's wrong, Mom?"

"Nothing really, darling, it's just that seeing you with the suds on your
head like this, it reminded me of when I used to give you baths and I did
the same thing with your baby shampoo.  You used to laugh and giggle and if
I showed you a mirror you'd reach up and start playing with it.  With
everything that happened, the divorce and all, I think I might have gone
crazy if I hadn't had you with me.  But I wonder sometimes."

"About what?"

"About whether I've done things right.  Did I make any serious mistakes?
Is this right?"

"I think you've done just fine, Mom, and as for this, I guess lots of
people would say it's not right, but they aren't us.  They don't know."

With that he leaned forward and kissed her.  And she kissed him back and
soon they were locked again in a passionate embrace with her legs over his
and his cock rubbing against her pussy.  They kissed and they ground their
hips together until she maneuvered herself up to get the head of his cock
to the base of her pussy.  Then she sat down, letting out a hiss through
her teeth as his cock slid up inside her.  By the time he came, shooting a
somewhat lesser load inside her, she had come once herself.  Then she slid
off his cock, leaned against the wall of the tub and pulled him to her so
that his back was against her chest.  She wrapped her arms around him and
they stayed like that, his head on her shoulder, her cheek against his wet
hair until the water got too chilly.

A quick rinse in the shower got them completely free of suds and oils.
Once they were dressed they looked to the world like a typical upscale
mother and son, no one the wiser.  But it was only the start. Over the next
several weeks of summer the two boys experienced significant amounts of
sexual pleasure, but traveled two very different paths.  Philip and
Christina enjoyed each other nearly every day, often more than once.  It
would usually start in the evening as part of sharing time in the family
room.  Being together on the couch had become a favorite starting point.
Minimal clothing had become the order of the day in the house.  Phil was
usually in shorts and a t-shirt, with nothing under the shorts.  Christina
varied her outfits mixing skimpy shorts or skimpy panties with tops ranging
from full tees, to crop tops, some with string straps? bikini tops and now
and again just plain topless.

They approached their sessions with joy and humor, often engaging in
tickling, poking and other teasing behavior to start things off.  It wasn't
uncommon for it to take hours to get down to the serious business of sex.
Phil in particular was fascinated with his Mom's physical attributes and
derived endless pleasure from exploring her body with his hands, lips and
tongue.  She in turn seemed to greatly enjoy slowly stroking his hard thick
cock or play with his tight ass cheeks while he explored.

When it came to the actual sex they explored all manner of activities and
positions.  Phil used his cock on her mouth, pussy and tits.  And there was
that very special night about two weeks into their adventures when his
mother introduced him to anal sex.  He had been voraciously attacking her
pussy with his mouth, her juices leaking heavily when she pulled her legs
back and said,

"Sweetie, use your tongue right here," pointing to her tight hole with a
finger.  "Get it nice and wet and I'll show you something new and
wonderful."

So he did and after about fifteen minutes of rimming his mother's asshole
she told him to bring his dick to her mouth and she loaded him up with
spit.

"Ok, baby.  Get down there and put the head against my asshole and give a
push."

Phil eagerly complied and as he began to push, she attempted to relax and
give a push as well.  It had been a long time since his father had last
fucked her ass but she didn't forget how.  After a few attempts the ring
began to expand and his head pushed in.

"Oh, oh, my god, yes, sweetie, keep it up, just like that."

Phil remained quiet as he concentrated on getting the head and fat shaft
firmly planted in her tight hot hole.  It wasn't long before his full balls
were pressed against her ass cheeks and his cock was fully embedded.

"Ohhhhhhh, your fat cock feels so good, keep it in there for a bit.  Yes,
just lean on me and keep me full.  God, I love you baby, you make me feel
so good.  Okay, now, start to fuck my ass like you would my pussy.
Ohhhhhh."

She fell into mostly mumbling as he began to fuck her ass.  His strokes
were firm and deep and increased in speed as he went.  He kept his eyes on
his mother's face, loving the look of pleasure she wore.  He also was able
to see her massive tits moving up and down her chest with each strong
stroke he gave her.  God, she was so hot.  Finally, he couldn't take it
anymore and he was going to pull out but she said,

"No, baby, this time you can shoot it up my ass.  Don't pull out.  Ram it
in there and let it go."

So he did.  With two more strong strokes he buried his cock as deep as it
would go and began pumping a major load up into her ass.  It felt like his
balls were going to follow along but eventually he stopped and collapsed on
top of her.  She hugged and kissed him and praised him for his loads of
thick creamy cum, promising him in a little while she would suck the second
one out and swallow it all.  Which she did.

Nathan's experience was somewhat different.  As she had said, his mother
kept their encounters to every three days.  It resulted in a very tense
young man for the days in between but his mother enjoyed the intensity of
his performance and the quality and quantity of his cum loads.  Even the
way in which their lovemaking began was different from Phil and his mom.
After dinner, Katherine would take Nathan by the hand and lead him to her
bedroom.  There they would share some intense kissing and embraces that
involved a lot of body grinding.  Then she would leave him while she went
into her walk in closet to change.

When she returned she would be dressed in lingerie, favoring black, always
with stockings and a garter belt, sometimes panties and a bra, sometimes a
corset, and covered with a sheer jacket to mid thigh.  Then there would be
more kissing during which she would slowly undress her son until he was
naked.  He in turn would slide the jacket off, letting his hands run along
the stockings and over the material covering her ass.  He enjoyed the
texture of the silk and satin.  Then he was on his back and his cock would
be in her mouth and within moments the cool reserve would disappear and his
mother would be voraciously sucking his cock and licking his balls.
Usually this would evolve into a sixty nine of some kind with her panties
pulled aside and his mouth sucking and licking her pussy as she sucked his
cock and licked his balls and asshole.

Then depending on her mood he would fuck her in a position she chose.  At
this point all the brakes were off as she drew from some deep well of
repressed sexuality and he just let his teenage hormones run loose.  He had
fucked her missionary, her riding him like a cowgirl, spooning her from
behind, doggy style.  On one memorable occasion she had him sit in the
armless chair that she used for her make up table and she straddled his
waist and rode him while he sucked on her hard nipples.  And each and every
time, he blew his load deep in her pussy.  It was true that he had to wait
for several days for each time, but it was not uncommon for the foreplay,
sucking, fucking, making out afterward and then the repeat performance to
go on for several hours.  He sometimes found it hard to believe that this
was the same woman that he had spent the last fifteen years growing up
with.

And now we arrive at the fateful day where Philip and Nathan would finally
cross paths.  A day that would change all their lives, forever.  Both boys
owned mountain bikes.  Philip's was acquired from a local box store the
previous year with money earned from the first tentative steps of his yard
maintenance business.  It was nothing fancy but his interest was
transportation and the occasional easy trail ride in a large park across
town.

Nathan's bike was significantly more sophisticated with features like a
shock absorbing frame, disc brakes, and special tires and wheels.  Like
Phil, his interests were along the lines of easy rides and occasional treks
around town, but it was a gift from his mother and she believed in riding
in style.  These two issues were to combine to put the boys on a collision
course, literally.  The park had a number of paths that branched off the
main riding route offering a bit of variety but they all ran in the same
general direction and would eventually return the rider to the main route
at the other end of the park.

That morning Phil was pedaling along at a moderate pace on one of these
branch trails approaching a spot where another path merged from his left.
Hearing it before he saw it, he turned just in time to see another boy
hurtle out of the merging path only feet away.  Apparently, Phil was paying
more attention because he was able to swerve under enough control to get
out of the way without going off the path.  The other boy wasn't so
fortunate and as he realized what was about to happen he pulled hard left,
hit the brakes too hard and pitched the bicycle off the path, crashing into
the undergrowth between two trees.

Phil skidded to a halt and jumped off his bike and rushed to the other.

"Hey, man, are you alright?"

"No, not really," came the reply from the brush.

Phil reached in to pull the bike out and couldn't help notice how nice it
was including a lack of weight, which translated into cost.  In passing he
noted that it appeared undamaged.  The rider didn't look so lucky.

"Do you think anything is broken?"

"I don't think so," came the reply.

So he stepped in behind the boy, using his body to push the vegetation
aside.  On the ground was a slightly built boy, his helmet pushed down over
his eyes.  His clothes were much the worse for wear, especially the right
leg of his pants.  He reached down and took hold of the smaller boys
shoulder and pulled him into a sitting position.  The boy pushed up his
helmet so he could see.  He looked up and said,

"Um, thanks.  And sorry about nearly running into you.  Guess I wasn't
paying attention."

"Yeah, and going too fast."

The boy grimaced and nodded.

"So how's the leg?" Phil asked.

"Not good.  I think my right knee and shin are pretty cut up.  And probably
a bunch of bruises.  Oh, my name is Nathan."

"Phil here.  Okay, well, you can't sit around here.  If you can stand up we
can probably roll you out of here.  Do you live far?"

"No, about a half mile away, over in Parkview Estates."

Phil nodded to himself.  That explained the pricey wheels.

"Okay, then up you go," he said, putting his hands under the boy's arms and
lifting him up.  "Now, we'll get you on your bike, which is in much better
shape than you are, and you can roll back home."

"I don't think I can get all the way there like this."

"Don't worry, I'll go with you. I can tow you if need be," Phil said.

Nathan looked at the bigger boy and thought how easily he had been lifted
up off the ground and decided Phil was probably right.  So with his right
leg hanging straight down, he used his left to ratchet the pedals a little
at a time and was able to make slow headway on most of the trip home.  In
those few spots that had uphill inclines, they held hands and Phil pulled
him to the top.  Nathan couldn't help notice the strong grip.  When they
arrived at the gate that blocked the driveway to the house, Nathan tapped a
code into the security unit on the brick column that held one of the gate
halves and they watched as it swung open.

"Stay on your bike and I'll walk you up there," Phil said.

"Um, okay.  I could probably make it okay, though."

"Maybe, but I'd feel better if I made sure you got into the house."

"That's very nice of you," Nathan said.

Phil just shrugged and began walking up the driveway, pushing Nathan's bike
with a hand on the back of the seat while he held his own bike with the
other.  Fortunately, the driveway was level all the way to the garage door.
He leaned his bike against the wall and held Nathan's while the boy
gingerly dismounted.  It was obvious he was in pain.

"That's what I thought," Phil said.  "Let's go.  I'll help you inside."

The boy actually seemed relieved at the idea.  He leaned on Phil as he
hobbled to the security keypad and punched in the code.  The regular door
to the side of the three garage doors clicked and Nathan pushed it open.
Phil was impressed by the size of the house and the grounds.  While not a
Beverly Hills mansion it was still a lot bigger than his house with big
rooms and high ceilings and he tried not to look around too much as he
helped Nathan up to his room.  When they got inside, Phil gestured for the
boy to sit down, and Nathan chose to sit on the edge of the bed.

The leg of Nathan's pants was torn but it still hid most of the damage.
Phil looked at the smudged, dirty face and said,

"Better take those off so we can see how bad it is."

"You want me to take off my pants?"

"What?  Haven't you ever been in a locker room?  Come on, drop 'em," Phil
said in a no nonsense tone of voice.

"Well, okay."

Nathan stood up and with help from Phil to keep his balance he slowly
shucked off the ruined pants.  When the damaged leg became fully visible,
Phil whistled and Nathan said in a slightly panicky voice,

"What is it? Is it that bad?"

"Well, you didn't break anything, obviously and there aren't any bad
gashes, but you scraped off a lot of skin on your knee and down the front
of your shin.  Plus there's a lot of dirt to clean out.  That's going to
hurt," Phil said, his eyebrows pulling together in thought.  "You know, it
might be easier if we just put you in the shower.  Can you sit down in
there?"

"Um, yes, there's a seat of sorts.  Your dad a doctor or something?"

"No, my dad is dead, since I was like a year old, my mother isn't one
either.  I've taken a lot of first aid classes.  I might be an EMT
someday."

"Oh, I'm sorry about your dad, I didn't mean anything by it."

"No problems.  You couldn't have known.  What about you, folks I mean?"

"It's just me and my mom.  They got divorced a long time ago, I don't
really remember him much," Nathan said.

Phil just nodded and then gave Nathan a hand into the adjoining bathroom.
It was bigger than the master bath attached to his mother's bedroom.  The
shower stall was big enough for at least two full sized adults plus it had
a small 'shelf' that would allow someone to sit down.  It had a fixed
shower head plus a hand held wand and Phil figured it would work out
nicely.

"Okay, let's strip down and get you cleaned up."

"Um, you want both of us in there?" Nathan asked, a bit of a catch in his
voice.

"Well, if you want to chance standing in there by yourself? you can but you
didn't seem so steady on your feet coming up to your room."

"I guess you're right.  Okay."

Phil was the first to get naked and then he helped Nathan get the rest of
his clothes off.  Neither boy did a good job of hiding the fact that they
were checking each other out, but neither made mention of it.  Phil noticed
how slightly built Nathan was or the fact that beside the ripped up leg he
had scratches on his face and one side.  Nathan saw that though they were
the about the same age, Phil was more physically developed with emerging
muscularity across the chest, arms and legs and his cock and balls looked
decidedly bigger.  Both boys were still smooth skinned, although Nathan was
more in need of cleaning up.

"Okay, hold yourself up and keep the weight off that leg," Phil said as he
took the spray wand and played the warm water over the smaller boys body,
taking care to stay away from the torn skin of the right leg.

Then Nathan carefully used a washcloth and body wash to get rid of the
majority of dirt.  When he was done, Phil had him sit down.  While the boy
watched, Phil gave himself a quick washing.  Despite the pain in the leg
and general boy ache Nathan couldn't help but enjoy the sight of all that
wet skin and the soapy suds.  Any number of times over the last couple of
years he had found himself cautiously watching the other boys in P.E. class
in the shower, speculating.

When Phil turned to face Nathan as he finished washing up, the smaller boy
noticed a faint smile on the other's face and wondered what it meant.  Phil
interrupted those thoughts saying,

"Okay, here comes the rough part.  Just try not to move your leg and just
think about something pleasant.  It might help."

Phil took a damp wash cloth and gingerly began daubing at the area of
heavily abraded skin.  He used a little bit of body wash that claimed anti
bacterial properties on the label.  Nathan hissed through closed teeth as
the soap stung but he didn't flinch.  He was also all too well aware of
Phil's hand holding his leg above the knee.  The hand felt strong and warm
even with the damp skin and he felt a warm tingle begin at the base of his
cock.

When all the blood and surface dirt was removed, Phil noticed a couple of
bits embedded in the skin.  He looked up at the boy and said,

"Do you have any tweezers handy?"

"The medicine cabinet above the sink," Nathan replied.

Phil stood up and walked out of the shower and while he checked the
cabinet, Nathan checked the flex and movement of the back of the bigger
boy's naked body.  When Phil came back, if he noticed the strategic
placement of Nathan's hands he didn't give any indication that he saw
Nathan trying to hide a swelling cock.

"Okay, this might hurt a bit," as he began to pluck out the bits of dirt
and gravel.

It did but Nathan did a good job of controlling his reactions.  When Phil
was satisfied that he had gotten everything cleaned up as best he could he
said,

"Now, let's get dried off and cover that mess up.  Where do you keep your
first aid stuff?"

"There's probably only band-aids in here but the closet in the hallway has
all the big stuff," Nathan replied.

Each used a towel to dry off with Phil giving Nathan some assistance around
his bad leg as well as his back.  Nathan seemed a little disappointed with
Phil wrapped a towel around his waist and headed off to find the closet
described by the boy.  Nathan sat on the toilet, trying to get his body
under control.  Considering his present physical condition getting this
wound up probably wasn't a good idea.

Phil was back rather quickly with a double hand full of supplies.  He set
them down on the counter of the sink and said,

"Jeez, man, are you guys expecting the zombie apocalypse or something?"

"Oh, that.  Mom got a little nervous when that bad storm blew through last
year, so she called up the drug store and basically ordered one of
everything," Nathan said with a grin.

"Good thing for you," Phil offered as he set out a large band aid that
would cover the whole knee cap and then some coated gauze that would cover
the scuffed up shin without sticking.

A spray can of anti septic started things off, which did cause the boy to
flinch from the cold and the sting.  Another ten minutes or so with tape
and scissors and Nathan was now among the walking wounded.  Phil offered a
couple of ibuprofen from the cabinet to help with the aches and pains and
then offered to help the boy to his bed.  With a towel now around his waist
Nathan accepted, taking the opportunity to lean into Phil a bit more.  As
they walked back into the bedroom together, Phil asked,

"So where's your mom?  Do you think you should let her know what happened?"

"She's at a big meeting for one of the charities she does work for.  I'll
wait until they're done.  Or maybe wait until she gets home.  She can get
kind of excited about this stuff and I don't want her rushing home."

Phil nodded and when they were at the side of the bed he said,

"Okay, up you go.  And watch the leg."

As Phil helped Nathan up, the way the bigger boy had the towel tucked up
gave way and it fell to the floor.  Once Nathan had settled on to the bed
he said,

"Um, do you want to hang around for a while?  Maybe have some lunch later?"

"Yeah, that'd be cool," Phil said, then he proceeded to climb carefully
onto the bed, minus his towel, and then settled back onto a pillow, leaving
space between them.  "Hope you don't mind but I prefer being naked when I
can, and my clothes are kinda sweaty."

"No, no, that's okay," Nathan replied.

He wanted to join in but he was afraid that his now fully hard cock would
cause issues.  He needn't have worried.  He used the remote to turn on the
TV on the wall across from his bed and he was surfing for something to
watch, while at the same time he was looking sideways at the naked boy
beside him.  It was obvious that Phil's cock was responding to some sort of
excitement. The smaller boy shifted around a bit, trying to ease the
tension on his cock from the towel and Phil noticed but misinterpreted.

"The leg bothering you?"

"What? Oh yeah, a little sore."

"Maybe this will help," Phil said as he took one of the extra pillows and
carefully placed it under the boys damaged leg.  "How's that?"

"Good," Phil said, settling back down, but noticeably closer to Nathan.

Nathan found a movie about the misadventures of some teens and he set the
remote aside and pushed back into his pillows some more.  They watched for
about a quarter hour when Phil asked,

"So how's it feeling?"

"Hmmm, oh, it's going okay, stings a bit."

"I bet I know something that would make you forget about it for a while,"
Phil said.

"What's that?"

"This."

Trying hard not to notice the other boy as they lay side by side, Nathan
had missed the fact that Phil was now sporting a fully hard cock and he was
stroking it lightly.  His eyes got wide as he saw the thick cock that was
appreciably longer than his held in the other boy's hand.

"What's wrong?  Don't you ever jerk off?" Phil asked.

Nathan wanted to say that he didn't need to anymore but he hedged his
answer by saying,

"Sometimes."

"Ever do it with another guy," Phil asked, making his strokes more
deliberate.

"No, although one guy at school last year kinda hinted at it, but it never
happened."

"I'll bet it will take your mind off your leg," Phil added, then pointing
the head of his cock right at Nathan.

Nathan had to admit his cock had been hard since the shower and Phil's cock
looked so big and hard.  What the heck.  He opened up his towel and exposed
his hard cock to Phil who gave him a smile.

"Nice."

So they leaned back into their pillows and began to stroke their hard young
cocks in unison.  Without conscious effort they seemed to gravitate toward
one another and it wasn't long before they were naked hip to naked hip and
Phil being the bolder of the two, let his leg slip up and over Nathans,
allowing their legs to open wider.  Surprisingly it was Nathan who made the
next move, which was to reach over and rub his hand over Phil's large
balls.

"Hmmm, the feels good, man.  You have nice hands," Phil said.

"Can I??"

Without a word, Phil let go of his cock and Nathan took it in hand and
began to stroke it.  It didn't take long for Phil to reciprocate and they
were both stroking each other's hard dicks, eyes closed, breathing heavily.
Remembering a conversation he had had with his mom in the wee hours one
morning after he had awoken to the feel of warm wet lips on his cock, he
turned to Nathan and said,

"I know something else you'll like.  Just stay put."

Phil had asked his mother why she liked sucking his cock so much.  She told
him several things.  One, it felt so nice on her tongue and the taste of
his precum was heavenly.  She said it also gave a feeling of power even
though it seemed she was the one doing all the work, she really had the
upper hand, and lastly the feel and taste of warm cum shooting into her
mouth had always given her a real thrill.  So he was going to find out what
it was like right now.

Nathan was surprised, but happily so, to feel warm wet lips touch the tip
of his hard cock.  The precum that had been oozing from the slit quickly
disappeared and then so did the head and part of the shaft as Phil slid his
eager mouth down the hot shaft.  He quickly realized that one, Nathan's
precum was tasty in a salty snack kind of way.  Two, that hard dick did
feel great in his mouth and the taste of the freshly washed skin was nice.
And he did enjoy the reaction he got out of the boy who groaned and arched
his back slightly.

Having learned so much from his mother's attention, Phil began to give his
new friend a real lips to the root blowjob complete with tongue lashing,
slit exploring and ball fondling.  He was generating a lot of saliva and he
let it drip down onto the hairless ball sack.  He was kneeling next to
Nathan and he smiled to himself when he felt a warm, somewhat delicate grip
on his fat dick as the smaller boy began to jerk his cock.  Phil in turn
let a hand slide up and began to play with the very hard, erect nipples on
the boy's hairless chest.

This was all proving very exciting to Nathan and he tried to keep himself
in check but Phil was turning out to be a very talented cocksucker and
within about fifteen minutes Nathan's hips bucked and he shot a hard stream
into Phil's mouth.  Phil tried hard to contain the first load he had ever
coaxed from another guy but the high velocity of the shots caused him to
back off a bit and about half the load ran down Nathan's shaft.  Undaunted,
once he had gulped it down, he set about licking up what had gotten away
from him.  It was a salty sweet combination that made him think of
chocolate coated pretzels.

He knelt back on his heels, looking down at Nathan, who was breathing
heavily and still gripping the big dick.  Phil noted with all the grime
washed away and his cheeks flushed from cumming, the smaller boy was
actually very cute, even pretty in a boyish sort of way.  He wasn't sure
why but he couldn't help himself as he leaned down and brushed his lips
across Nathan's, who flinched once and then wholeheartedly joined in, his
lips parting and his tongue emerging to add passion to their kiss.  Quickly
their mouths were grinding and Nathan had a hand on Phil's neck, pulling
him closer.

Nathan was the one to break off the kiss and in a breathless voice he said,

"I want to try sucking your cock now."

"You're sure?" Phil asked,

"Yes, please."

"Okay, stay where you are," Phil instructed.

Nathan settled back into the pillows as Phil swung one leg over the boy's
chest.  Kneeling on one leg he moved his hips forward, presenting the head
of his cock to the smaller boy's lips.  Nathan tentatively pressed his lips
to the big spongy head, then letting his tongue flick out, bringing back a
bit of precum.  The he licked the underside, running his tongue along the
length of the thick shaft.  When he got back up to the tip he opened his
mouth and began to take in the head and upper portion of shaft.  Phil
closed his eyes and let out a sigh.  Even though Nathan's technique was
tentative it felt terrific and the excitement of it being with another boy
that he just met made it that much more thrilling.

His cock was too big to get it all the way in but Nathan gave it his all
and he added to the feeling when he brought both hands up to rest them on
Phil's ass and used them to get Phil to start fucking his mouth.  The boy's
tongue also went to work on the shaft and head.  Phil's hips began to move
faster and faster and when Nathan got adventurous and let a finger slide
back and forth over Phil's asshole the bigger boy erupted, firing his first
heavy spurt into Nathan's waiting mouth.  The heavy flow quickly proved too
much and Nathan had to pull back, catching the last spurts on his face,
neck and chest.  He swallowed what he could and when Phil was finished
cumming Nathan took his cock back in his mouth to clean it up and get any
last drops.

When his legs began to shake, Phil slipped back to the mattress into a semi
reclining position.  He helped Nathan scoop up some of his cum to feed him
and then he grabbed some tissues from a nightstand to do a final cleanup.
Then he slid down to lie on his side next to his new friend and lover and
once again captured those soft, almost feminine lips with his own.  The
passion increased and soon they were holding each other tightly, chest to
chest, with one of Phil's legs over Nathan's good one, limp cocks pressed
against bodies.

Phil finally rolled over to lie on his back.  He stared at the ceiling for
a bit, then turned his head to look at Nathan.  He saw the boy looking back
at him.  They both smiled a bit and then Nathan said,

"You were right.  I didn't feel my leg that whole time."

"I know what you mean.  I was pretty much focused that whole time too.
Damn, who would've thought sex with another guy would be so good.  Your
mouth felt so good on my cock," Phil said.

"Thanks, you have such a great cock, I loved how it felt in my mouth.  And
you cum so much."

"I always wondered what it felt like to suck dick.  I'm glad I found out,
it's really great.  Do you think you'd like to do this again some time?"
Phil asked.

"Oh yeah, but maybe after my leg heals up, so we can try different things,"
Nathan suggested.

"I like the sound of that.  This could be a fun way to end the summer.  I
know this sounds a little heartless, but I'm kind of glad you almost ran
into me and crashed."

"Yeah, I rather not have my leg all torn up, but trading blowjobs with you
kind of makes it all worth while," Nathan said.

"I think so, too.  You have a nice cock," Phil said, reaching over to run
his hand over the deflated shaft.

Nathan reached over and took Phil's in hand and said,

"Thanks, but yours is a lot bigger."

"I don't know about a lot, but size isn't everything, I like being able to
get all of yours in my mouth.  Looks like we're a good match."

They smiled at each other and continued to stroke until they were once
again fully hard.  Phil shifted sideways so they were pressed against each
other again.  As they stroked, they rubbed their feet together and used
their free hands to rub each other's chest and stomachs.  Phil liked seeing
Nathan's smallish, delicate hand wrapped around his thick shaft.  He really
was a cute little guy.  Well not so little but that's the impression he
gave.

The two boys continued stroking cocks and body parts until Nathan let out a
grunt and his hips began to push up as his cock let go with several high
flying shots of cum.  It splashed down on both of them and that was enough
to get Phil shooting his load.  It didn't fly as high but it still shot
hard and there was a quite a bit of it.  Nathan giggled a bit as it
splattered over the both of them.

"Oh, man, that was so cool.  Gee, you really do cum a lot," he said.

"Yeah, the first time I jerked off and came it kind of scared me.  I have
to be careful where I do it otherwise I leave a mess."

"I love it.  You can cum on me anytime you want," Nathan said with a small
smile.

"So, what?  Does this mean we're like gay boyfriends or something?"

"I don't know about that.  I still like girls, don't you?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Then I don't think we're gay.  I think we're just really curious about sex
and this is a cool way to do it with a friend.  I think we are friends now,
yes?"

"I'd think so," Phil said.

"Cool, what do they call it? Friends with benefits."

"Okay, friend.  Stay here and I'll get cleaned up and bring back some
cloths to clean you."

Nathan watched as Phil climbed off the bed and he enjoyed the view of the
boy's ass moving away from him and then seeing his chest and cock coming
back the other way.  Phil was carrying wet and dry cloths and he had Nathan
cleaned up in a few minutes.  Then he helped him off the bed and together
they walked down to the kitchen, limp cocks leading the way.  Nathan was
feeling better but he chose to let Phil help him and he leaned into him.

Nathan pulled together a nice lunch but it didn't stop the two boys from
sharing a few caresses and kisses.  After lunch they made their way back
upstairs and after a long, body grinding kiss they pulled their cloths back
on, where Nathan opted for shorts so nothing rubbed on his leg.

"I can let myself out, man, so you don't have to come back downstairs.  You
should stay off that leg as much as you can.  We want it to heal quick,
don't we."

"Yes, we do.  Let's trade cell numbers so we can stay in touch.

Which they did and then Phil was making his way back downstairs and out of
the house. It took him about half an hour to pedal his way home.  He went
into the house and then his room and crashed for long nap that lasted until
his mother got home.

"Philip, are you home, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, Mom, I'm in my room."

Phil rolled over and faced the door to his room, which was soon filled with
the voluptuous figure of his mother, the long blonde hair held back in a
singe braid.

"Did you just wake up, baby?"

"Yeah, Mom, it turned into a busy day."

"Really?" she said, as she came to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah, like I told you I went to the park to do some riding and I almost
got hit by some guy who came flying out of a side trail.  He wound up
crashing and tearing up his leg.  So I helped him get home and patched up
his leg."

"Well that was a wonderful thing for you to do.  Did you have to go far?"

"It wasn't too bad.  He lives in the Estates so it was pretty easy going."

At the name of the exclusive neighborhood her eyebrows went up and she
said,

"Hmm, some money there, then."

"Oh, yeah, you should have seen the bike.  And the house was big, but he
was a pretty decent guy.  Made me lunch.  We'll probably hook up for some
more riding when the leg is better."

She patted him on his thigh and gave it a squeeze and said,

"A good deed and a new friend.  You've had a productive day.  And you'll
get a reward, too."

"Yeah?  Cool, what did you have in mind?" Phil said, his hand dropping on
his mother's knee.

"That's no reward, loverboy.  I mean what I brought home from the
restaurant for dinner."

"Yeah, mean??"

"Exactly.  Two prime rib dinners ready to be warmed up and gulped down,"
she said with that million watt smile.

"Hot damn," he exclaimed, sitting up and putting his arms around his
mother's shoulders.

Christina took his face in both hands and put a blistering kiss on his wet
soft lips and thoughts of prime rib slipped away for a few moments.  Then
she pulled back and said,

"Hmmm, I could just kiss you forever, but food first, then fun.  I am
really looking forward to this evening.  It was a rough day and I could use
some tension relief."

"Leave it to me, Mom, I know just what to do," he said with a grin.

So she pulled him off the bed and with arms around each other they
proceeded to the kitchen to warm up the take out meals.  As they ate he
gave a few more details about the near collision, what Nathan was like and
the house.  They were almost done with dinner when his phone rang and saw
it was Nathan's number.

"Speak of the devil," he said, answering the call.

"Hey, man, what's up? What?  Oh, okay, sure.  Hello, yes, ma'am.  Oh, well,
you're welcome, it was no trouble.  No, it's not like I could have just
left him lying there.  How is he doing?  Oh, that's great.  Yes, ma'am,
that's very nice of you, thank you.  Alright, bye."

He ended the call and put his phone down.  He looked at his mom.

"That was Nathan's mom.  She appreciated my help a lot.  Said I was welcome
at their house any time and she was looking forward to meeting me."

"Anything else?" she asked.

"Um, she said you should be very proud of me," he added, his cheeks going
rosy.

"I am, sweetie, every day."

They finished their dinner and cleaned up the table and dishes and then his
mom pulled Phil into her arms and covered his mouth with hers.  She pulled
him tightly against her and he could feel her move her hips against his.
He got his hands on her ass and squeezed.  Her hips pushed forward and then
her mouth slid off his and she whispered in his ear,

"Oh, lover, lets go to my room and you can ease my tension any way you'd
like."

The next thing he knew he was being towed down the corridor to her bedroom.
They spent the next few minutes peeling each other out of their clothes and
soon they were wrapped in each others arms, warm skin against warm skin.
He began to kiss his way down her neck and shoulders and finally he reached
one of the large thick nipples and began to suck it feverishly.  Her hands
wrapped around the back of his head and pulled his mouth tightly to her
tit.

"Oh, baby, you've gotten so good at that. Let's get on the bed.  I just
want to stretch out and let you do what you want."

Without letting go, mother and son shuffled to the bed and fell onto it.
Christina moved her way up until she was flat on her back, her head on the
pillows and her legs spread wide.  Her big tits were pancaked on her chest,
her nipples hard and distended.  Phil crawled between her legs and moved
forward until he had his face right at her shaved pussy.  He slid his arms
under her thighs and hooked his hands on her hips.  He lay down on his
stomach, his hard fat cock pressed against the sheets and he began to apply
his tongue to her hard clit and puffy lips.

"Oh, fuck, yes, baby, lick your mommy's pussy."

He had really gotten to love hearing his mother use profanity.  She never
did unless she was really turned on so it was a good indicator he was doing
well.  He pressed his tongue harder against her pussy lips, forcing them
apart and he really began to apply the pressure.  Her ass began to grind
into the mattress and she took hold of his head and pulled it in harder.
He assaulted her pussy with tongue lips and after a bit, his finger,
driving it deeply inside her, back and forth.  It took slightly less than
fifteen minutes to send her into her first orgasm of the night.

She began to scream and she pulled a pillow over her face to muffle the
sound.  Phil took that as a good sign but just kept going, first adding a
second finger to her pussy and then pulling out using the first slick gooey
digit to probe her tight ass.  She groaned loudly but pushed down and soon
he had two knuckles up her ass.  He replaced the finger in her pussy and
began to tongue fuck her.  When her second orgasm hit it was long, loud and
her back and ass were arched up off the bed which in turn lifted his torso
up as well.  The end of her orgasm was signaled by her collapsing back
down.  He looked up and through the mounds of her tits he saw her face, her
eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, her breathing hoarse and heavy.

He got up on his knees and moved forward, straddling her chest.  He took
her tits in hand and squeezed them together, trapping his hard cock in
between.  With his thumbs working her nipples he began to fuck her tits.
Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled widely.  As the head of his cock
pushed up past her tits, her tongue started to flick out, brushing the head
and getting a taste of his precum.  She pursed her lips and blew him a kiss
and he responded with harder thrusts.  He felt his balls begin to pull up
and he felt he needed to stop for a bit so he slid his cock out of its warm
enclosure and he bent down and began kissing her again.

Her arms went around his back and they continued to make out for long
minutes.  When he felt the urgency to come fade, he slid further down and
with a little urging got his mother to turn over and get on all fours.  She
wiggled her ass at him and he quickly shuffled in behind her and applied
his ragingly hard cock to her pussy.  He felt the head slowly push in, her
pussy still tight as a teenager and they both groaned as he slowly slid up
inside.  When his hips pressed against her ass he pulled back and then
shoved harder back in.  She yelped but pushed back.

He noticed the thick braid of white blonde hair and took hold of it and
gently pulled on it.  He felt her ass push harder against him and wiggle.
He answered by pounding his cock in and out.  He tugged a little harder and
he heard his mother moan out,

"Oh, yes, baby, take control, do what you want to do with me."

He switched hands on the braid and took his now dripping wet cock in hand
and rubbed the head over his mother's tight asshole and when she hissed he
began to push in.  He tugged her braid and she responded by pushing back,
helping push the head and half the shaft up her tight asshole.  She let out
a gasp but kept pushing.  He did the same and he was soon balls deep in his
mother's tight hot ass.

"Oh, fuck, baby, yes, fuck your mother in her tight ass.  You are so good."

So he did as she asked and began to hammer her ass with his thick hard
cock.  His hips slapped into her firm ass cheeks and she responded with
moans and whimpers but he knew it was from pleasure, not pain.  He felt her
hand reach back and take hold of his balls which were now dripping with her
pussy juices.  She fondled the heavy sack, then let a finger slip back and
tickle his asshole.  He wasn't sure how long they went on like this but he
became aware of a tightening in his balls and with two more strokes he
exploded in her ass.  He pushed his hips up against her ass as hard as he
could and he pulled back harder on her hair.  She let out a shout and began
to orgasm herself.

When they were both done cumming, the two of them sank down to the
mattress, with him stretched out on top, his cock still in her ass.  She
turned her head so that she could talk.

"Oh, sweetheart, that was fantastic.  You are the best lover I've ever had.
Even your dear father couldn't make me cum the way you do.  Some girl out
there is going to be very very lucky."

"You think so?  I haven't noticed any being interested."

"You will, baby, you will.  Believe me.  She'll just have to share you,
that's all.  Now slide off me."

Phil did and he was immediately wrapped up in long arms and legs and
smothered by his mother's big tits and hot wet lips.  She used her tongue
to explore his mouth for long minutes before saying.

"Stay right here, baby.  I'll be back in a minute."

She rolled off the bed and hurried into her bathroom.  She returned a few
minutes later with a wash cloth and she cleaned up his cock and balls and
then threw the washcloth back into the bathroom.  Then Phil was pushed onto
his back and his mother settled down beside him with an arm around his
shoulder.  Her lips were on his again and her hand was wrapped around the
thick shaft, which had softened only some and she was stroking him back to
full hardness. He used one hand to fondle her big firm tits and play with
the nipples.

When she decided he was ready she slid down his body and swallowed his now
fully hard cock down to the root.  She played with his balls and let saliva
run down the shaft.  Then she began to move her lips up and down his
slippery dick adding more spit until it was running down between his ass
cheeks.  What came next surprised him.  With her lips locked hard on his
cock she took a slicked up finger and began to probe the now lubed up ring
of his tight young asshole.  She pushed in and quickly had her finger in to
the first knuckle.  Phil let out a yelp but didn't pull away.

It felt as if two electric charges were moving towards his balls from
opposite directions.  His mother sucked and licked furiously at his cock
while continuing to work her son's ass with her finger.  By the time he was
ready to cum some fifteen minutes later, she had her finger all the way up
his ass and was vigorously working it in and out.  She was rewarded for her
efforts when his hips pushed up, burying his cock nearly to her throat, and
streams of cum began to fly.  She quickly pulled back so that just the head
was in, letting her tongue savor the feel and taste of his load.

As he settled back to the mattress, his mother slid her finger out of his
ass.  She stretched out alongside her son and pulled him into her arms,
cuddling him tightly against her body.  She kissed his forehead as they
pressed against each other.

"Jesus, Mom, that was amazing.  I didn't know it could feel like that."

"Now you know why I wanted that gorgeous cock of yours in my ass.  It takes
a little getting used to but it feels heavenly.  It makes me cum so hard."

"Well, I don't know that I'd want something that big in me but you can use
your finger any time you want," he said.

"This is just getting better and better.  There is so much I want to share
with you.  Right now, I want to share a nice hot soapy shower and then my
bed with you."

Phil didn't even have a chance to respond as his mother swung off the bed,
practically dragging him with her.  They stayed in the shower until the hot
water ran out.  Phil couldn't get enough of soaping up his mother's huge
tits and rubbing his sudsy cock on her ass.  His cock and her pussy must
have been exceptionally dirty considering the amount of time they spent
applying soapy water to them.  The result was Christina shuddering trough a
deep orgasm as she clung to her sturdy son's broad shoulders and then he
sprayed a reduced load onto the glass of the shower stall.  e HH


Katherine was, of course, horrified that her beautiful son had suffered
such injury.  She was gratified that he had found a friend that did such an
excellent job of first aid, but he would be taken to the doctor in the
morning just to be sure.  That evening was spent lying together on his bed,
watching television and just being together.  The following morning, upon
returning from the doctor, who agreed that the first aid was done quite
well, but they swathed the wound in medical grade antiseptic, applied fresh
dressings and gave orders for several days bed rest.

Being a caring mother she wanted to sooth his pain, so she treated him to a
long slow blow job that, in time, had him coming hard and then falling off
to sleep.  It would be a total of five days after the accident before
Nathan called Phil and asked if he was free to come over.  Phil said he had
lawns to do that morning but he would be over after lunch.  When he arrived
at the gated drive, he was admitted right away and met at the door by the
smaller boy, who was looking decidedly better and only limped a little bit.

Once the door was closed Nathan regarded Phil a bit sheepishly, wondering
if the intervening time had cooled the bigger boy's ardor but when Phil
leaned in and kissed those full, pretty lips, Nathan was elated.

"Come on up to my room," the boy said and Phil just nodded.

When they entered, Nathan looked around and said,

"I want to taste your cock again so badly, but I don't want to risk opening
any of this up."

Phil looked around and then saw what he wanted, so he said,

"Let's get naked, I know what we can do."

Nathan smiled and began undoing the buttons on his polo shirt.  Then he
gingerly slid his shorts down and then his briefs.  When he looked up he
saw Phil was already naked, his cock already swelling.  Nathan was really
taken by the fact that while so close in age, they seemed so apart
physically.  If he hadn't already known how kind the boy could be, he might
have been a little scared.  Phil smiled, because he was just as interested
in this cute little guy, the smaller but every bit as enticing cock, the
cute face and slightly built, smooth body.

"Have a seat in that chair," he suggested.

The chair was a smaller version of a cushioned living room chair that was
just by the big window over looking the back yard, which was more like a
small pasture.  Nathan moved over and sat down, staying near the edge of
the cushion.  Phil moved so he was standing in front of the boy, his bigger
cock now at full attention.  Nathan reached out and let his finger slowly
run down the underside of the big shaft.  Then his fingers drifted over the
hairless sack of Phil's balls, causing the larger boy to close his eyes in
pleasure.

When he opened them and looked down he could see Nathan grin and then wrap
his delicate fingers around the shaft and give it a squeeze.

"It's so big and hard," he said as he tipped the head down and let his
tongue reach out and flick the small drop of precum from the slit.

Then he kissed the tip and pressed his lips to the head before allowing
them to open enough to let the head disappear into his wet warm mouth.
Phil groaned and took his hand and laid it on Nathan's head but not to
hurry him.

"Oh, fuck, that feels so good.  Just take your time."

And Nathan did.  He was savoring the taste of Phil's cock like he would
that of any of his best preparations.  He slowly let his lips slid down
that shaft, pausing to lick and then continuing down.  He fondled those big
heavy balls, getting a tingle in his own ball sack thinking about what they
contained, but not in any hurry to taste the big load of cum.  With about
half of Phil's cock in his mouth, Nathan let his hands slid to the bigger
boys firm thighs and then around to his tight hard ass.  Again he was
amazed at the budding muscularity.

After about fifteen minutes, Phil pulled his hips back until the head of
his cock popped out of Nathan's mouth.  When the boy looked to protest,
Phil said,

"Don't worry, I just want this to last, so it's your turn for a while."

Phil grabbed a pillow from Nathan's bed and dropped it at the boy's feet.
He knelt down and gestured for the smaller boy to sit back.  Nathan did,
letting his legs fall wider apart.  Phil ran his hands along the smooth
bare skin of Nathan's thighs.  Nathan loved how it felt.  Different from
his mother's smaller, more delicate hands, but every bit as exciting.
Maybe it was true that you could find sexual pleasure from both guys and
girls.

Then his hard cock was being firmly gripped but gently stroked and a tongue
was leaving wet trails on the head.  Then that tongue made contact with his
hard nipples and he let out a groan and his head leaned back against the
chair.  He groaned louder when he felt his cock being swallowed to its base
by a warm wet mouth.

"Oh fuck, Phil.  Damn that feels so good."

Phil ran his mouth up and down the shaft, licking at the tip on the
upstroke, while he played with the smaller, hairless balls.  His own dick
was still ragingly hard and drooling precum.  Then his mouth was off the
cock and his lips were pressed against Nathan's as he stroked the shaft.
He alternated like that several times and then stood up and offered his
cock back to Nathan.  This continued for several iterations until Phil
finally couldn't take it and he began to fire off thick streams of cum.
The first was a direct shot in Nathan's mouth with the rest hit the boy's
chest and belly with splatting noises.  The last oozed from the swollen
dick head to drip onto Nathan's cock.

Phil then dropped down to suck on the messy cock until Nathan exploded,
leaving Phil with a mouthful while the rest mixed with the cum on his body.
Phil then leaned in and exchanged a cummy tongue kiss with Nathan, smearing
the cum trapped between them both.  When he leaned back Nathan looked down
and said,

"Damn, what a mess, Geez, that was so hot and fun.  I guess we should get
cleaned up."

"Can you take that leg into the shower?"

"I'll use the seat and keep the leg out of the way."

The naked boys made their way to the shower and Nathan used the shelf to
rest his leg out of the way of the cascading water.  Phil got cleaned up
first and then gave the smaller boy a hand and got him clean without
wetting his bandages.  They played with each other for a while and when
they water was turned off they both were hard again.  Using the big terry
cloth towels to further the foreplay, they let there hard cocks lead the
way as they walked back into the bedroom. Phil helped Nathan up onto the
bed, where they sat with their backs against the pile of pillows, bare legs
pressed against each other and each cock held in a warm hand.

They treated each other to a leisurely hand job, using the now freely
flowing pre cum to lube their hard shafts.  Neither particularly cared how
long it was taking but eventually Nathan felt the familiar tingle in his
balls and he said,

"Phil, I'm gonna cum."

Phil leaned forward, not caring that his cock slipped from Nathan's hand
and he took the head of the smaller boy's cock in his mouth and continued
stroking and squeezing until Nathan's hips began to buck and he shot
several spurts of cum into Phil's mouth.  When Phil was done swallowing, he
licked the shaft clean and then got up on his knees and presented his cock
to Nathan's mouth who smiled before swallowing the head and half the shaft
while stroking the rest until Phil grunted and proceeded to pump a nice
heavy load of cum into his friends mouth.

After some cum swapping kisses, Phil settled back on the bed and both boys
dozed off and so it was that they didn't hear Nathan's mom return home.
She had noticed the unfamiliar bicycle by the garage so when she entered
the house she listened for the sounds of boys at play but heard nothing.
Instead of calling out she simply walked up to her son's bedroom and peaked
in through the slightly opened door.  In quick succession she went from
shock to amusement to arousal.

There on the bed in all their naked glory was her son and his new friend.
Even with the bandaged leg her son looked like a naked angel, smooth and
beautiful.  His companion was another story.  To her eye he resembled a
fledging Greek statue, broad shouldered with chest, leg and arm muscles
emerging beneath smooth skin.  His cock was semi rigid, lying on his
stomach with his balls clearly visible.  Her first instinct was to strip
down and join them on the bed but a thought emerged and the more she
thought it the more she liked it.

So she backed away from the door and went back down into the kitchen and
began to rattle some pots and pans as if she was getting ready to make
dinner.  She even turned on the small under counter CD player.  About a
quarter of an hour later the two boys walked into the kitchen.  They
weren't giving any indication of what they had been up to.

"Well, hello there, you two.  I thought I'd get a head start on dinner.
And you, my dear boy, must be Philip."

"Yes, ma'am," Phil replied, and from that moment on, as far as Katherine
was concerned, he was Philip.

She stepped up to him and wrapped him in a warm hug and kissed him on the
cheek.  Then she held him at arms length and said,

"I'm glad I finally have the opportunity to thank you in person for helping
my son.  I'm so grateful such a kind and able young man was there for him."

Phil was getting decidedly rosy from the neck up.

"Oh, dear, I'm embarrassing you.  I'm so sorry.  Just remember that you are
welcome here anytime.  Would you like to stay for dinner?"

"Oh, thank you, ma'am, but my mom promised me something special tonight, so
I better be getting home," Phil replied.

"Well, my dear, then we'll let you go and save that for another time.  I'm
sure we can come up with something special for you as well."

Phil smiled and walked to the door with Nathan while Katherine watched them
walk away, a subtle smile just curving her perfect lips.  She'd make sure
it was special indeed.