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                          My Mom's Fuzzy Heart
                                by cmsix

Copyright© 2006 by cmsix


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Description: Jacob has his eyes on Holly, and lust in his heart, but Holly's his Mom.

Codes: mF inc mother son aunt neph
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Chapter 1


My father was an asshole, but a rich one. He was nineteen when he got to my mom who was just fourteen at the time. He must have been a dumb asshole too because he knocked her up.

His father was really the rich one and he tried to sweep it under the rug but mom's father was a lawyer, a good one, end of story. It was a church wedding and a hell of a prenup or jail for my proud papa.

My mother wised up by the time I arrived and dumped him, taking advantage of the prearranged settlement and child support. My asshole father wasn't even finished with college and already owed fifteen hundred a month for child support and had a nice mortgage to take care of too.

My mom finished high school and then spent five years at Georgia Tech. She became a teacher, all level certified and a reading specialist. She took a job in the Atlanta system at the elementary level and we lived happily ever after in our cozy little three-bedroom brick home, in an older neighborhood with folks that were not as nosey as you might expectl. Her early experience with men or a man left her reluctant to have any more to do with them.

My father figure while growing up was her father, his parents saw me every once in a while and sent cards and gifts at the approiate times but we were never close. I never saw my father at all; he paid his child support and that was mostly it. It wasn't bad for me though; Mom had plenty of time for me and Gramps and Granny just ate me up.

Gramps taught me about sports, hunting, fishing and to have confidence in myself. When I turned thirteen, he even gave me "the talk" and I'm pretty sure that he gave me a lot more information than most kids got. He said that yanking my own crank was normal and he explained where babies came from, and how they got up in there in the first place.

Gramps was very careful to explain the use of condoms and tell me never to have anything to do with any girl that was younger than I was; until that age got to be past the age of consent.

"Don't get me wrong, Jacob, it isn't that we aren't thrilled to have you around, but it was very hard on Holly to have you so young. She has been an outstanding mother in my estimation but I know that she has paid dearly," Gramps told me.

He even got me a subscription to Penthouse but he told me not to even dream that any of the stories in it were anything but fiction.

So here I am, just turned fourteen and as horny as a young billygoat. Every female I see gives me a boner, from my granny down to the twelve year olds in the lower grades in school. If it even has the slightest beginnings of tits I fantasize about fucking it. Even my mom and her younger sister, aunt Jenny, can raise wood in seconds.

Mom is a little doll, five feet four and one hundred pounds of sexy curves. She has C cup breasts (of course I lookd through her underwear), dark auburn hair and a tiny waist. Her cute round little ass doesn't have a bit of flab on it and her legs are beautiful.

We spend almost all our time together, except for when we're both at school, me attending and she teaching. She takes me to school in the morning and picks me up after; we're each other's best friend and neither of us has much in the way of other friends. She doesn't date and until now, I haven't been old enough to really go out with girls.

Gramps pulled some kind of shenanigan to get me a drivers license when I turned fourteen, and he made Mom believe it was kosher. He told me to be damned sure I didn't get a ticket and to call him if I did, without saying a word more than I had to.

He bought me a car too, a Mustang 5.0, telling me that just because it would do a hundered didn't mean I had to try it.

I'm trying to get up the nerve to try dating soon; dream on, I'm so shy I can't ever even remember talking to any girls and I doubt I'll be able to any time soon.

"Jacob, now that Dad's helped you get a license, and a car, do you want to start driving to school on your own?" Mom asked me, as she was driving us home from school the day after I'd gotten the car.

"Not really, Mom, why?" I asked.

"Oh, I just thought you might feel embarrassed to be driven by your mother, now that you're growing up."

"I'm not embarrassed," I said.

"I was thinking you might want to drive yourself, or that you might have a girlfriend or some friends you might want to ferry to school," she said.

"Mom, how would I have a girlfriend without you knowing it? In the first place, I get tongue tied anytime I talk to any girl; I even get flustered talking to Jenni Evans, from next door, and she's only eight," I said, whining.

It was true. Mom, Aunt Jenny and Granny were the only females I seemed to be able to converse with at all, and Aunt Jenny could get me stammering if she wasn't careful.

"Well I just thought I'd ask," she said.

"You sure, you were just asking, you don't have a boyfriend in the wings do you? I'll bet you're trying to get rid of me so you can have a little free time of your own," I said, teasing her.

"Jacob, you know that isn't true," she said.

"Gotcha Mom, besides if I did want to drive some chick to school, where would I find one that even comes close to you," I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I just mean that I could never find a girl to drive to school that is as pretty as you, there just aren't any," I said.

"Well thanks, Jacob, I think, but I'm just your mom, not a girlfriend."

"Oh God Mom, and here all this time I thought you were saving yourself until I was old enough to ask you out," I said, teasing again.

"You little shit, if you'd flirt with girls your age like you flirt with me, you'd have two or three at least to chauffer around," she said.

"Well, if any of the girls my age were even half as pretty as you, I might try harder."

"You can keep that up as long as you want, it's not true that flattery will get you nowhere, flattery can get you lots of places."

"I'll tell you what, to save me from all this perceived embarrassment you're worried about; how about I drive you to and from school, I'll look like a big boy driving and all and I'll still get to ride to school with a gorgeous redhead every day."

"Jacob quit that, you'll make my head swell, but I might enjoy arriving where all the old biddies that I teach with could see me, getting out of the car of some handsome young stud. That would give them something to wag their tongues about, but then, behind my back, they'd all be saying I was robbing the cradle. They probably wouldn't know you were my son."

"That's even better; let's shake them up tomorrow." I said.

"It sounds like a little harmless fun, why not?"

We did it the next day, I drove Mom to her school in the four-year-old Mustang that Gramps bought me. When we got there I parked right near the front entrance and got out to open the door for her. When she got out, she hugged my neck and gave me a peck on the cheek, then went into the school.

Picking her up that afternoon revealed another plus in this new arrangement, as I held the door open for her as she got in, she inadvertently gave me just the tiniest panty shot.

I felt really strange over this and about the way my boner jumped up over the peek. I had never seriously considered my mom sexually before that flash, and as a matter of fact, it was really my first flash of her panties. It seems funny to me now that I think about it but I'd never had any peeks at her before.

Mom had never seemed particularly modest to me, but then again, I'd never really thought about it and since both our bedrooms had adjoining baths, accidental exposure had almost no chance to occur. Neither of us would even consider walking into the other's bedroom without knocking and being told to come in.

It simply hadn't come up. I'd seen her in swimwear or lounging around the house in her short robe or a long T-shirt, her normal sleepwear. I knew she was very attractive, but Mom as a potential sex partner, or an object of my everpresent lust, wasn't a possibility that I'd really considered.

That panty shot changed things in my mind and in the walk from her door around to mine, it dawned on me, not only was my mom beautiful, she was also devilishly sexy.

I realized that just behind those tiny panties she had just given me a flash of, right up there between her pretty legs, was a pussy, a real pussy. It was probably a pretty pussy and it was just going to waste. In all likelihood, I was the last living thing that had been in it, unless it was her own fingers. There is nothing like a little peek at the beaver to put things into perspective.

What a concept! At fourteen I'd been frantically trying to figure out how to get some pussy for at least ten months; trying to make myself talk to a girl, any girl who had pussy and who might be connived into sharing some. Conversation with Mom, on the way home that day, wasn't top priority. My mind was elsewhere, it was right between her legs, though I'm pretty sure she didn't notice.

Incest? Incest schmincest, incest didn't mean shit to me while my dick was hard, my boner didn't care about incest so why should I? Having babies with her wasn't on my mind, bumping her fuzz was where my thoughts were. Incest wasn't something that complicated my thinking.

Of course I knew about the incest taboo, the trouble was that taboos don't really amount to much to boys of fourteen. Guys my age naturally tended to look for ways to get around rules and regulations, and right to doing whatever might be fun, but not allowed.

Another thing that kept the incest taboo from having much weight in my scheme of things was the fact that it had never been mentioned by anyone that was important to me. When Gramps gave me the talk, it didn't come up. I would never have even heard about it except for other snickering boys my age, explaining to me why the curse motherfucker, was so nasty. As far as I knew the word incest had never exited my mom's mouth.

Mom's legs got much more of my attention as she exited the car when we got home. Of course I went round to open the door for her, I've got great manners; it also put me in the absolute best place for panty viewing.

Sure enough, another little panty shot was my reward; up boner. I still didn't have time to get a view that could be imprinted on my panty memory bank, but any panty shot at all is worth the effort when you're fourteen. I went to my room while Mom changed and then she started fixing us some dinner.

My new attitude toward my mom gave me a lot to think about and I didn't even know where to start. My wanting to hose her was already decided; that was a no-brainer. I spent the time until she called me to dinner on wondering why I hadn't thought about her sexually before.

The food was on the table when I got there and we talked a little as we ate, but not about anything specific. After we'd finished, I helped her clear the dishes and I cleaned the table as she was loading the dishwasher. This was not normal for me since usually I headed for the TV after a meal, leaving her the job of cleaning up.

She thanked me for the help and then asked what brought it on.

"Well Mom, it dawned on me that I've been doing my best girl wrong, by eating and leaving the whole mess for her. Helping you clean up, a little bit anyway, is probably a much more attentive way to treat you," I said.

"You goofball, your best girl huh," she said, and laughed a little.

"Sure, after all, I'm taking you to school and bringing you back every day now, so I guess we're practically going steady," I said, giving her a big grin.

"Going steady, it's the first I've heard of it. You think we're going steady just because I rode to school with you one day?

"Why, you haven't even taken me out yet; no movies, no restaurant, you've never even hung out at the mall with me. It takes more than helping with the dishes to make a steady boyfriend buster, even Holly Felton isn't that easy," she said, giving me a smile and then a wink.

I'd been teasing her, but it flashed on me that this might be a good approach. I could just try to start dating her, just as if I were dating a girl my own age. I'd never had a date because I was too shy to talk to any girls but I wasn't shy when I talked to her, I talked to her and flirted with her and teased her all the time.

Mom was already pregnant when she turned fifteen, and she was a divorced single mother before sixteen. She probably hadn't even been out on that many dates and as far as I knew, she hadn't been on any since I came.

She'd probably enjoy going out a little, even with me; though if she got any hint of my plans for her pussy, she probably wouldn't go like a lamb to the slaughter. It was my first inclination of a way to my goal, but it the plan now, and it was about to get underway.

"I'm sorry, Holly, I didn't mean to be presumptuous," I said, teasing her again.

"Well I'll let it slide this time but try to have a little respect from now on," She said, giggling.

"The kitchen's all clean now, so I'm going to go take a shower and get ready for bed. I think I'll watch a little TV later, want to join me?" she asked.

"In the shower?" I asked, and made sure to give my biggest grin.

"Jacob, you're really trying to get a lot of mileage out of one ride to school. No, not for the shower, just TV," she said, but she wasn't mad or anything.

"Gotcha again Mom, but I'll be there when you get to the sofa. I can't leave my best girl all alone tonight, I'll be in the living room and I'll see if there's anything good on," I said.

She headed for her bedroom and after she closed the door I went to mine. Picking up the phone that used the same line my modem did, I called our regular number. She would probably wonder why I didn't answer, but I knew she'd pick it up when she figured I wasn't going to, and after four rings, she did.

"Hello," she said.

"Is Holly in?" I asked, trying to lower my voice so I'd sound older.

"This is Holly Felton, who's speaking?" she asked, apparently the voice trick worked.

"Holly, this is Jacob Felton, would you go to the movies with me Friday night?" I asked, switching back to my normal voice.

"Oh Jacob, I'd love to," she said, suppressing a giggle.

"Great, will seven o'clock be all right?"

"Seven will be fine, Jacob, I'll see you then," she said.

"Okay Holly, goodbye until then."

She was probably laughing by now so I just hung up. I knew that I needed to do a little more planning, but even though this dating scheme was a spur of the moment idea on my part, it seemed to be feeling more and more like it might actually work. After her first moment of confusion on the phone call, Mom had played right along.

Stripping down to my briefs and putting on some sweat pants and a tight T-shirt had me ready to go right back to the kitchen. Mom would probably want a glass or two of wine when she came out, so I got a wine glass down and poured her some from the opened bottle in the fridge.

Carrying it to the living room and putting it on the end table, by her usual TV watching spot finished my preparations. I'd set the scene for an evening of, up close and personal, TV watching with my, hopefully soon-to-be, steady girl.

I switched on the TV and checked the guide channel, finding a good oldie, tear jerking romance movie; starting in about ten minutes. I switched to the channel and it was just starting when she came out.

"You've already got me a glass of wine? Thank you."

"Nothing but the best for my girl, the best of what was already open that is."

She smiled a little, sat down and asked what was on. She seemed a little surprised that I hadn't chosen some action flick, but apparently the movie I'd picked was fine for her.

I refilled her wine glass after about twenty minutes, and again about ten minutes later. She usually had two or three glasses a night. A little more than halfway through the movie, she started getting a little misty eyed over the sad stretch.

I moved over closer to her on the couch and slid my arm over her shoulders, tugging her toward me a little. She leaned her head against my shoulder, only sniffing a tiny bit. The movie lightened up later and everyone lived happily ever after at the end. By then it was time for bed so I put her wine glass in the sink and we said goodnight.

This had been mostly like every weeknight we spent except for me serving the wine and picking a romantic movie. Hugging her during the movie wasn't an every night thing either, but it seemed to be well received at the time. I was pretty sure that she didn't smell a rat, or a hard on, and that she was clueless about my designs on her body. It gave me a little confidence that this approach might just work, if I took it slowly enough.

The next day was Friday and when I woke up, I was thinking about our 'date' tonight almost right away. I drove us to school again, but her skirt today was just a little bit longer, so I didn't get a panty shot, neither morning nor afternoon. When we got home she fixed us a light supper of sandwiches and chips.

"I've got a date tonight, so I don't want to eat too much now, I'm hoping Jacob will take me out for something after the movie," she said.

"I'm sure he will, he'll want to keep you with him as long as he can," I told her.

When we'd finished eating, I told her I'd clean up, so she could get ready for her date. After I finished in the kitchen I went to my room to shit, shower and act like I needed to shave. Dockers and a pullover shirt completed my attire and just before seven, I let myself out the front door. I rang the bell at seven on the dot and Mom opened it after a minute.

"Hi Holly, you look great, are you ready?" I asked.

"Thank you Jacob, just let me get my purse."

She got it and we headed for my car. Her skirt was much shorter tonight than this morning, and I was glad the sun wasn't down yet, so there'd be plenty of light for what I hoped would be the best panty shot yet. There was and it was since her skirt was a little tighter than before and it had to ride up for her to get her legs in.

I definitely got a long look, plenty to burn into the panty shot memory banks. Her panties were a very pale pink, they were very sheer and I could detect the light curls of her pubes through them. Either she trimmed and thinned her pubes or they were very sparse but I must have concentrated too long on the view.

"Jacob, are you peeking at me?" she screeched, in her mom voice.

"Well sure Holly, why do you think boys always open the car door for their girls? It's because they might get a good peek, besides how did you know I was peeking if you didn't look at my eyes to see where I was looking? You knew I'd look, admit it.

"My grandfather told me not to worry about looking, he said that a woman or girl always knows exactly how much of herself her clothes are showing, down to the last square centimeter. He told me that if it was visible, and I wanted to see it, I should just look. He did tell me I probably shouldn't be blatant about it," I told her, using Gramp's guidance to try nipping the mom voice in the bud.

"Well maybe you're at least partially right, I guess I'll just have to be more careful with my skirt. What are we going to see tonight?" she asked.

I named the latest big romantic tear jerker, I'd heard it was really sad at the end, but a good movie. She sounded happy about it, so off we went.

We sat close to the back; I wasn't planning on making a move on my mother in the theater, but it would be good practice for me anyway.

When the movie started I held her hand and she leaned against me just like a real date. It got a tiny bit racy about halfway through, and releasing her hand, I put my arm around her, hugging her a little closer.

I wondered who was chasing who when she put her hand on my thigh and started stroking up and down the inside of it just a little. She never even came near my dick, you understand, but just the thought had me harder than a rock. Every stroke up and down my leg made me want to shiver. Of course she was sniffling and misty eyed after the movie, since they did not live happily ever after.

We went out to the car, which I had parked right under a light tower and you know why. I got another good shot and it seemed to linger just a little longer than necessary too. No complaints about where I was looking this time either.

"Would you like to get a bite to eat, Holly?" I asked.

"I think I would, Jacob, that would be nice."

We went to a little diner and got burgers and fries, and afterwards, I drove us home. I walked her to the door and told her I'd had a really nice time.

"I did too, Jacob."

"Holly, would you like to go out again tomorrow night, I thought we might go to a nice restaurant and then try a little dancing. I'll have to warn you now though, I'm not much of a dancer."

"Oh that sounds wonderful, Jacob. I'd love to go," she said, and really did sound a little excited.

"Same time then?" I asked.

"Same time."

"Goodnight Holly, see you tomorrow at seven," I said, giving her a light kiss on the cheek.

I turned around and headed toward my car as she went into the house. After about five minutes, it was my turn to enter. Mom must have been in her room so I went into mine and changed into sweat pants and a T-shirt, then I went to the kitchen to pour Mom a glass of wine. When she came out and sat in her usual spot, I sat right beside her on the sofa.

"How was your date?" I asked.

"It was just wonderful, Jacob was so nice, and we saw a good movie."

"Uh Mom, could you help me out a little with something?" I asked.

"I hope I can, what is it?"

"Well, I've got a date tomorrow night, to take my special girl out to dinner and dancing. Dancing isn't one of my strong suits and I was wondering if we could put on a little music and dance, so you can show me something about it?" I asked.

"I think that would be fun, why don't you get me another glass of wine and then pick out some music. What kind of dancing do you intend to do?" she asked.

"Being a complete novice, I figured I'd just concentrate on slow dancing, it seems like it would be easier to me," I explained, filling her wine glass.

"It is easier, and usually, much more romantic," she said.

"That sure couldn't hurt," I said

I picked out a CD, put it on and when I asked Mom to dance, she stood up and then slipped off her robe, to dance with me in her long T-shirt. It was what she usually slept in and I assumed she had panties on under it, but I knew she never slept in a bra.

We started with one of her hands in mine and our other arms around each other, but we were close enough that I could feel her breasts against my chest. After about three dances and a few little suggestions from Mom, I asked her if she wanted to sit out a couple of songs and have another glass of wine.

"You're not trying to get your old mom drunk, are you?" she asked.

"Well it couldn't hurt could it? You know the old saying, candy is dandy but liquor is..."

"Quicker," She finished. "Though I doubt one more glass is going to do it for you," she said, teasing.

"I'll just get the wine."

I brought her a refill and we talked a little as she sipped it. Later, when I asked if she was ready to try again, she agreed.

We started like last time, but after one dance, I released the hand I was holding and put both of my arms around her. She put hers around my neck, and as I pulled her closer, she laid her head on my shoulder. Of course my boner was up, and I pulled her close enough so she felt it, but we didn't mention it.

I couldn't have made my dick go down for anything, after all, I was slow dancing closely with my beautiful sexy mother. At the most, she was wearing only a long T-shirt and a pair of panties. I didn't dare imagine that she wasn't wearing panties under the T-shirt, thoughts like that would have made me blow a load in my sweats.

There was no telling how much more of this I could take anyway, we were pressed together pretty closely and there were two fat round titties mashed into my chest. I imagined that her erect nipples were pressing into me and the underside of my hard dick was rubbing excitingly against her sexy abdomen while her sweet sexy thighs kept rubbing first one way and then the other over and across mine.

Twice, I was on the verge of dropping my hands to cup her cute round ass. I could tell that she was enjoying our dancing and she seemed relaxed and content. I doubted she would complain in the least if I gave her ass a little squeezing but a move like that would surely cause me to go off, especially if my hands happened to discover that she wasn't wearing any panties. I couldn't take the risk of that kind of embarassing faux paux, so after a couple more dances, we called it a night and headed for our separate beds.

The next morning after breakfast, Mom said she was going to do a little shopping, maybe get something new to wear for her date tonight. I asked her if she wanted me to drive her and hang out at the mall with her awhile, but she said I'd just get bored and that she didn't want anyone to see what she was going to wear tonight.

I hung out at home. She got back around four and we joked around for a few minutes then she said she had to get ready for her date and disappeared into her room.

I watched the tube for about an hour and then went to get ready myself. At ten to seven I went out the door and waited until seven to ring the bell.

Mom opened the door.

"Hi Jacob."

"Hi Holly. God Almighty, you look great!" I said, nearly stuttering at first.

She had picked up a little something at the mall all right. It was a dark red dress, low cut and showing off plenty of inviting cleavage. It was also tight and short, only about halfway to her knees. She had on four-inch heels and charcoal gray stockings. Her hair seemed to glow and her makeup was perfect. She looked as hot as any woman I'd ever even heard of and I just hoped I wasn't drooling.

"Thank you, Jacob, I wanted to look my best for our date," she said, smiling shyly.

"You sure pulled it off, in grand style," I said.

I took her hand and we went to the car. I opened the door and held it for her of course and was rewarded with best shot yet as she got in. She didn't have a choice with a dress that tight and short. Her panties were just the lightest pink and they were so sheer that I'm sure I could have counted her individual pubes if I'd had time. I was surprised to see that her bush seemed to be trimmed into a heart shape and the view gave me an immediate updick from below.

Getting in, I saw that she hadn't bothered to pull her skirt down and that her legs were not completely together. For a minute it flashed into my mind to wonder just who was trying to seduce whom. I blew that off though and thought Mom might just be trying to have a good time. She probably enjoyed getting to dress up and go out for a change, especially with someone she considered safe.

"Where are we going tonight, Jacob?" she asked.

"I thought we'd go to Jefferson's, if that's ok with you," I said.

"That's fine, I've heard it's very nice."

"I hope so."

Jefferson's was a restaurant and club that was really geared mostly toward older married couples. I'd heard they served really good food and that they had a nice sized dance floor and a house band on Friday and Saturday nights. I'd called ahead to make sure that underage children (me) were allowed in the club area where the dance floor was. They'd told me it was fine as long as a parent accompanied them.

When we arrived, I went around to get mom and I got another good look at her fuzzy heart as she got out. I saw her glance at my eyes as I was enjoying the view but she didn't mention it. She did smile and get a bright blush in her cheeks though. I put my arm around her waist as we headed to the entrance, I don't mind saying that I felt proud.

I'd made reservations and we were right on time. Jefferson's was right on time also and we were taken directly to our table, which was near the dance floor. When the waiter arrived we ordered, with Mom asking for a glass of wine.

The meal was good and Mom had another glass of wine while I had coffee. We were just waiting for the band to crank up and when they did, we got out on the dance floor right away. We weren't alone out there long as the place was fairly crowded.

The band was good and we danced three songs and then sat down when a faster number was played. We went back to our table and mom ordered another glass of wine when the waiter came by.

The band played four of the faster songs and then went back to the slower ones. This let us get back on the dance floor. We hadn't danced all that closely on our first trip but this time I put both arms around her and she just seemed to melt against me, with her head on my shoulder. I really wanted to ease my hands down onto her spectacular ass, but I thought the lights were just a little too bright to try to get away with that in here.

I did have a boner though and Mom didn't seem at all shy about pressing right up against it. I barely noticed that though, since her fat round breasts were firmly pressed to my chest. They commandeered most of my attention.

The band played five slow songs and then went back to something faster. We went back to our table to sit them out and it was more coffee for me while Mom had another glass of wine. She seemed to be beginning to really enjoy herself.

"Jacob, I'm just having so much fun; I've really never been to a place like this," she said, smiling widely and her eyes sparkling.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, I haven't been to a place like this before either and I feel proud to have a girl as pretty as you to bring with me," I told her.

I realized that I had been right in speculating that Mom had never really dated much. She had never even been to a dinner and dancing club before. She had gone to college and all but she'd had me to take care of at the time and I guess she'd just never gone out at all after I came.

"You make me feel so special, Jacob, I'm happy to be here with you too."

I felt like I'd been laying it on a little thick, even for me, so I tried to steer us to small talk and it went pretty well considering the situation. What kind of small talk are you supposed to make with your mother, while you're trying to set her up to get into her panties? The band finished the fast songs and took a break. Mom had to visit the powder room so I went to drain my lizard too.

I got back before she did, of course, and when she returned we chatted some more until the band came back onstage. I felt a smile on my face when they started up again since I noticed the lights had been dimmed further.

I led her back onto the floor and started out holding her closely with her head on my shoulder. I knew better than to get too blatant, even in the dark. After all, I was just a kid with an older woman and I sure didn't want to get any grumbling going, in case some busybody complained.

I did think I might get away with rubbing on Mom's ass a little though, especially when the floor got crowded. I danced us toward the middle of the floor, so if anyone did notice, it would have to be someone dancing pretty near us. We were shielded from bystander's eyes by the other couple's bodies.

They dimmed the lights even a little lower at the start of the second song and I decided to just do it. I tried to be casual as I eased my hands down onto the top of Mom's buns. She hugged my neck a little tighter and let out a little sigh and then she gave the tiniest little start.

"Jacob, you're being just a little naughty," she said, whispering in my ear but not really complaining.

"Look around, Holly, all the rest of the dancers are doing it," I whispered back.

"I guess they are," she said, after sneaking a look around.

I guess that satisfied her that everything was fine since she gave me another little squeeze around the neck and then raised her head a little to kiss me on the cheek. She didn't say any more about it, so I just rubbed around on the top of her ass a little until the end of the song.

I dropped my palms to get a good squeeze on her cheeks as the song ended and I pressed her to me for a second. Another slow one started and I pulled my hands back up a little. We finished this song and went back to the table as a faster one started.

We had just sat down when a guy about fifty years old came over and asked Mom to dance. She declined and he just looked at her a minute with a frown on his face.

"Come on, sweet cheeks, why don't you dance with a grown man for a change?" he asked.

Mom looked a little frightened and I could tell she didn't know what to do. I knew it was my place to take care of this anyway.

The guy was about five eleven and weighed probably two twenty five. It was apparent that most of it was in his pot belly since he had a large one. I was pretty surprised that something like this would happen in Jefferson's, since it was supposed to be a respectable place.



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Chapter 2


I know I'm just a fourteen-year-old kid but I'm a big fourteen-year-old kid. My size was from my biological father and he was a big man.

He'd played college ball at the University of Miami and he'd started all four years at tight end. He was six five and weighed two sixty and none of it was fat at that time. I wasn't there yet but I was big boned, five eleven and weighed one seventy already.

I played junior varsity football and I was a wrestler too, I wasn't a stranger to the weight room, but boxing had always been my favorite sport. I'd begged Mom for boxing lessons since I was eight and she'd given in on my tenth birthday. I didn't want anything stupid to ruin our evening but this asshole wasn't giving me much choice, and I had no worries about the outcome if it came to blows.

Standing up quickly caused my chair to make a noise as it shot back from me.

"Sir, please leave us alone, you're not wanted here." I said, much more loudly than necessary, trying to make my voice firm and sound grown up.

My hope was that who ever served as bouncers in here would hear a ruckus and come over. The asshole must have been a lot drunker than my first estimate because he yelled back at me.

"Sit down and shut up, you little shit, before I slap you into next week."

Mom was about to faint now and it seemed taking care of butt wipe would be left up to me. Just at that time a man that looked as big as a porta-potty came up behind the loudmouth and laid a massive arm around his shoulders.

"Right this way, sir, I'll show you to your car," he said into asshole's ear.

The drunk wrenched himself free and turned around to see who had invaded his personal space. It was the wrong move since he hadn't even finished moving his head upward to try and find the bouncers face, when a giant hand clamped down on the side of his neck and raised him up until his toes were just touching the floor.

The bouncer looked at me and apologized for the interruption to our evening as he literally dragged the offender off toward the rear of the place. I was surprised, since I assumed they would throw him out the door.

Mom was still pretty upset and she said she was sure everyone was looking at us, and maybe we should just leave. Trying to calm her down wasn't working and pointing out that all the men had been looking at her all night anyway didn't help much.

Mom tried to laugh it off but in the end she couldn't. I couldn't remember ever being this mad. It seemed as if the drunk had ruined the whole evening for both of us. Right about now I was wishing I could get my hands on the fat son of a bitch.

The maitre d' showed up about this time and he literally begged our forgiveness. He seemed more upset than Mom and so sincere that I nearly started to feel sorry for him. Curiosity finally got the better of me and I asked him why the asshole had been taken to the back instead of being ejected.

He explained that the gentleman was being held for the police and that Jefferson's would be filing charges against him for disturbing the peace. He told us that this sort of thing hardly ever happened, but when a rowdy patron failed to leave after being asked, Jefferson's always filed charges.

"Just because we have a band, dance floor and serve alcohol doesn't mean we are operating a honky-tonk. We aren't trying to run a pickup bar and would really rather not have single men coming here thinking they'll find unattached women. I know that there are places like that and I have nothing against them, Jefferson's isn't one of them though," he said.

We thanked him and asked if he could have the waiter bring our check, since we felt we should leave now. The look in his eyes made me think he was going to cry and I was afraid he might get on his knees and beg us to stay.

He acted as if the whole incident had been his fault. A look at Mom told me that she was feeling sorry for him too. I think she was also beginning to realize that it was going to be a bigger and more embarrassing scene, if we left with him asking us to stay, than if we just sat back down and let it blow over.

Telling him we would stay caused him to look so relieved. He said that of course our evening would be taken care of by the house because of our unfortunate experience. He asked us to please come again and give them another chance to show us that Jefferson's was indeed a respectable place.

We finally assured him that we would and he left. He hadn't been gone two minutes when our waiter and another one came to our table with a giant bottle of champagne and one of those silver ice buckets that you always see in the movies.

They fiddled with the top and got it open and then placed a glass in front of mom and one in front of me. The waiter poured Mom's and was about to pour mine when I told him I wasn't old enough. He looked at Mom and told her if it was all right with her, he wouldn't tell. This finally got to her and she laughed.

"Go ahead, I'm sure my knight in shining armor can handle at least one glass," she said, giggling.

He poured and left us.

The band hadn't missed a note during the whole thing and after Mom had a sip or two, I led her back onto the dance floor for another few dances. We resumed our former cuddle and tried to finish settling down.

"Jacob, that loud man scared me but you were so brave; he was much older than you and bigger too," she said, whispering in my ear.

"He was mostly just fatter than me, Holly, and he had to be really drunk. He knew he didn't have a hope of dancing with a girl as beautiful as you. My part was mostly just stalling until the bouncer came over," I said.

"You're so sweet to me," she said, squeezing me tighter.

She molded her luscious body and heavenly titties even closer to me and wiggled her lower abdomen against my ever-present boner, then she held her head back and gave me a sweet kiss on the lips before putting her head back on my shoulder and making a little sigh.

I was emboldened and dropped my hands lower onto her cheeks and squeezed them. She surprised me when she wiggled more firmly against junior.

We stayed and danced every slow song until the place closed. As the evening wore on the faster ones diminished and during the last forty-five minutes they were all slow.

My hands were now pretty familiar with my mother's pert backside and I'm sure my prick dribbled precum for the last hour at least. Mom did her best with the champagne but there was no hope of her making a dent in it and she was about as tipsy as I'd ever seen her, but even that wasn't anywhere near drunk.

The lights came up after the last song and Mom and I made our way out to the car. I got the door for her and she gave me a long leisurely look with her skirt nearly to her hips. Of course I went back to a full erection and as I made my way to the driver's seat, I noticed that Mom's skirt was still nearly all the way up.

When I shut the door, the light went out, and I lost my view. I thought about it so much on the way home that I nearly turned on the inside light, but I restrained myself.

When we got home, I walked Mom to the door and we stopped on the porch.

"I had a wonderful time, Jacob, you were such a gentleman and so brave to stand up to that loud man," she said, bragging on me.

"I had a great time too, Holly, you were the prettiest girl there and I was proud that you were with me," I said.

She raised her lips to get a goodnight kiss and I was happy to oblige. It started softly and then Mom surprised me by licking at my lips until I parted them. When I did, she pressed her tongue into my mouth and we both got more passionate.

My arms found their own way around her and hugged her to me, delighting in the pressure from her breasts and she put her hands in my hair, holding my lips tighter to hers. Of course I let my hands slide down to cup her cheeks and pull her hips to me. She must have been a little tipsier than I thought, because she wiggled herself against my straining erection again. We broke the kiss.

"I guess I'd better be going, Holly, can we go out again next weekend?" I asked.

"I'd love to, Jacob, call me during the week and we can decide where and when."

"I will, goodnight."

After another peck on the lips, I turned back toward my car as she went inside. I know it was a little strange, but keeping up the illusion seemed to be working fine somehow and I wasn't about to change things.

How many guys wake up to the fact that they want to do the deed with their unsuspecting mother one day, and by the weekend, are able to French kiss her while groping her ass and rubbing their hard dick against her stomach, and get cooperation instead of a ringing slap across the jaw. I thought things were going pretty damned well.

This was all just theory for me. Since Gramps had started my subscription to Penthouse, I had studied the letters religiously. I understood that they were fiction, but they also described different methods of seduction and how to go about it in great detail.

They might not be true but at least they provided plausible scenarios for someone like me who had no experience. I was providing my own opportunity but my plan of action would necessarily have to come from those descriptions and other stories I'd read. It wasn't a good substitute for actual experience but it would just have to serve.

Hanging out by my car for a few minutes gave me time to consider my options. It seemed too early to go for it yet, but Mom had gotten a snoot full and seemed in a really receptive mood.

She had enjoyed the close dancing and the goodnight kiss as much as I had and the asshole incident had also colored her view of me somewhat. I felt that she saw me as a young man who could protect her now, instead of her little boy of just a few days before.

There was something else going on too, Mom seemed to me to be deferring to my judgment now, on some level at least. When I'd called her hand about scolding me for peeking up her dress, she had not only changed her tone right away, but now she was making sure I got better and better peeks.

She practically squirmed when I told her how beautiful she was and how sexy she looked. She had even gone out and bought a new outfit for our date tonight, and not just any old outfit either. It was by far the sexiest and most revealing thing I'd ever seen her wear.

It was a big decision for me but I probably should put it off until the last minute. I decided to go into the house, change into a T-shirt and some sweat shorts, and settle down on the living room sofa to see if Mom made an appearance. If she just went directly to bed it would be off for tonight. If she came to sit in the living room with me, and if she had another glass or two of wine, my dilemma might resolve itself. I went back into the house.

"Mom, I'm home," I yelled.

"I'm in my room changing, I'll be out in a minute and you can tell me all about your date," she said, through her bedroom door.

It looked good so far and I went into my room to change. My dick had been hard for so long tonight and it was aching. Going into my bathroom, I yanked it until I had a good come; better safe than sorry.

I'd heard a lot of rumors about blue balls, and even though it didn't seem to be coming to that. There was no need for me to take any chances. Yanking my crank would also help keep me from having a hair trigger, and since I'd never even had a sniff of pussy, any help in that area would be good. If I got hard again right off, I might even act like I needed to piss and come do it again.

Returning to the kitchen and pouring Mom a glass of wine was next. I took it into the living room and put it on the end table, then grabbed the remote to check the channel guide.

My luck was holding, since an old-time romantic chick-flick was starting in about ten minutes. I switched to that channel and turned the sound down to wait. After thinking about it a few seconds, I hopped up and killed most of the lights in the house, and dimmed those in the living room.

I'd just regained my seat when Mom came out and sat beside me. She had on a long T-shirt and presumably panties, but they weren't visible from my angle. She wasn't wearing a bra but that was normal, since she never slept in one. Even when she sat down, and the T-shirt slid up her thighs, the panties or no panties question was still undecided.

The T-shirt wasn't cotton, it was of some kind of satiny material. It was thinner than cotton and it seemed to cling to her, especially her breasts. I couldn't see through it, but I could plainly see her nipples and I could tell that they weren't aroused at the moment.

"Oh, you poured me a glass of wine," Mom said.

"Sure, you always have a couple or three before bedtime," I said, hoping.

"I know, but I've already had several on my date with Jacob tonight, he took me to Jefferson's and it was so much fun; he was so nice. We had a great time but I might have overdone the wine a little, especially after the champagne came."

"You had champagne? Kewl. Jacob must be a big spender."

"Well, the champagne was on the house, but I don't want to think about what caused that. How was your date?" she asked.

"It was fantastic, you should have seen the new outfit Holly bought, just for our date. She was the hottest thing I've ever seen and I felt so proud walking into the restaurant with her."

"I'm glad you had fun, are you going out with her again?"

"Next weekend, I think I'm going to ask her to go steady with me," I said.

"Isn't that a little quick?" she asked.

"In one way, I guess so, but you know we've known each other all our lives and she's just way too special to let me give some creep a chance to ask her out," I said.

"What if she doesn't want to go steady?"

"Well, if I'm not special to Holly, then I don't think I should be going out with her, considering the way I feel about her," I said.

"I'm sure she likes you but maybe she won't be sure yet."

"If she can't make up her own mind then she should let me make it up for her, either that or just turn me down when I ask her out," I said.

"I suppose you're right."

This detailed discussions about our alter egos was getting a little weird to me, but now that I could see the pubes, I didn't want Mom getting the notion that she could string it out. She wasn't so far out of high school that she didn't remember that a steady girlfriend was, sooner or later, expected to share a little pussy with her main squeeze. That's probably why she was in the position she was in today.

I sure as hell wasn't going to mention my thoughts on this, but I didn't think a little foreshadowing could hurt much. After all, if this dating scheme wasn't going to do the trick for me, I needed to find out and think up another plan. Obviously I wasn't going to be the first one in Mom's panties but I damned sure meant to be next, one way or the other.

"Want to watch a movie, Mom? You'll like the one that's about to start," I said, hoping to change the subject.

"It's getting a little late, but what the heck, I'm not sleepy or tired and we don't have to get out of bed until we want to tomorrow," she said.

I had to bite my tongue to keep the smart crack about not getting out of bed from escaping my lips.

"Great, hey your well's gone dry," I said.

Picking up her now empty wine glass, I went to the kitchen to get her a refill. One more wouldn't put her out but I needed to keep a close eye on her after this. It would be a big downer if she fell asleep on me, or if she decided to toddle off to bed. I wanted to let her get into the movie before trying to get the ball rolling.

I paid attention to Mom's lap on my return while trying not to be obvious. She was wearing panties, probably cotton ones. This might work to my advantage since if I got my hands on her thighs, to start caressing them; having a bare pussy might make her nervous and cause her to bolt.

God damn, I was tired of trying to think out every angle of this when all that mattered to me was easing her down onto her back on the couch and sliding her the meat. Paying strict attention to my plan was necessary now though.

I was flying blind, but a hasty mistake by trying to go to fast had to be prevented. Getting very far meant having to get it done; if she stopped me in progress, she would be wise to my designs on her body and forewarned for later attempts.

I didn't have one bit of experience in seduction of any kind; however, it had been a constant topic of study for me for the last two years. Most, probably all, of the stories that comprised my learning material were largely a figment of someone's imagination, but I hoped I was smart enough to tell buttermilk from sour milk and decide what was possible, what was probable and what was fabricated out of whole cloth. Patience and observation were going to be my best tools.

I plopped down beside Mom, after handing her the glass. The movie was just starting and I turned up the volume so we could hear, then leaned back and put my arm around her. She snuggled up against me a little.

One of her legs was pressed right up against mine and the flesh-to-flesh contact was electric for me. She wasn't quite close enough for her near titty to press against me but she wasn't far from it.

I already knew that claiming a piss break and spanking junior again, a little later, was going to be necessary. Right before making my move would probably be the best time for it. Meanwhile I caressed her arm and shoulder with the hand I had around her and tried to get the mood of the movie in mind.

I let time pass for a while, mainly just holding mom. I'd read that nothing makes a woman feel more safe and secure and loved than just holding her and I couldn't see where it could hurt.

About twenty minutes into the movie and with Mom still alert, I begged off for a bathroom break and asked her if she wanted another glass of wine. She agreed to one more.

I went back and choked the piss out of my best friend then I recalled one of the pube showing panty shots she'd given me tonight, for inspiration as I stroked myself to another gusher. It took longer than earlier tonight and I figured my hair trigger was on safety for a while.

Returning, I filled Mom's glass once again and handed it to her before sitting down. The hem of her T-shirt had ridden up a little higher and I could see that the panties were surely cotton, and of the ordinary, non-sexy type. Good enough.

Sitting as close to Mom as possible, without sitting on her, I pulled her to me with my arm around her like before. She snuggled even closer to me this time and finally pushed a titty against my chest, giving me another little thrill.

She didn't waste much time with her wine and as she finished, I took the glass and leaned across her to put it on the end table; this left us closer still and it suited me fine. After a few more minutes of the one arm hugging and my hand fondling her upper arm and shoulder, she laid her head on my shoulder and gave a little sigh. Glancing at her nipples for a second let me know that while they weren't hard, they had firmed up and were at about half-mast.

Unsure about how to begin, I finally decided to wait for a really romantic scene and then just turn to her and kiss her lips to get things going. This seemed that it would be the most natural way to begin and we had already had one very sensual kiss tonight so, I didn't think it would be a deal breaker.

Soon enough the movie music got distinctly romantic and as the hero drew the damsel to him for a kiss, I turned my head to Mom and put my lips on hers. She just closed her eyes and kissed me back as if it was the most natural thing on earth. Her lips parted with no prompting from me, so I slipped my tongue into her mouth. Hers found mine and they began wrestling, I was so happy I wanted to shout.

Turning toward her slightly let me put my free hand on the front of her opposite hip. Making sure that my hand was completely on her T-shirt, at first I gripped her lightly. Our kiss deepened and she made a little satisfied hum in her throat as she put her arms around my neck and began playing with my hair. This turned her more nearly facing me and I now felt two titties pressing into my chest.

I kept kissing her and hugging her to me for a couple of minutes then I let the hand on her hip start stroking down to her knee and back up the outside of her thigh, with my thumb sliding just under her T-shirt at the top of each stroke.

Mom's legs were pressed together and after a while, I bent my fingers at the middle knuckle and lay them between her legs, to began stroking slowly and lightly between her thighs, down to her knee and back up, to within a couple of inches of her panties.

This seemed to raise the temperature a notch, and with my confidence rising, I started slowly increasing the upper travel of this hand. Meanwhile my other hand seemed nearly useless at the time since Mom's arms were around my neck.

That arm was pretty much trapped between Mom and the back of the sofa, and I didn't seem to be able to reach anything worth rubbing. Subtly stretching, to see if I could get any contact with her breast, under her upraised arm, let me reach for nearly two inches of purchase on the base of her titty, with my fingertips. I just lightly caressed anything I could get to.

I made a big mistake then, breaking our kiss, intending to kiss and suck on her graceful throat and neck, then work my way around to her ears for a little nibbling. I barely had my lips off hers.

"Jacob, I don't..."

Panic!

I cut her off by resuming the kiss with renewed vigor. There was no useful purpose for any conversation at this time and my plans changed to include hands only foreplay for a while, except for the kissing. I didn't intend to remove my lips from hers again until I could reasonably assume there would be no conversation.

Seeing this new strategy begin to bear fruit delighted me, she turned up her kissing heat to match my new level and her fingers kept teasing in my hair. I'd never thought about how sexy it could be for a woman to run her fingers through my hair. Of course I'd never had it done to me either.

Mom was showing me how wrong I'd been, it was delicious. I thought a little playing in Mom's hair might not be a bad idea, and with the next change of assignment for my stroking hand, my chance would come. Meanwhile that very hand's upper progress now included lightly brushing into and over Mom's pubis and just grazing over the skin of her abdomen above her panty's waistband.

Mom was well into the swing of things now and I nearly slid the hand from her legs up under her T-shirt to cup a titty, but I decided to run it through her hair a little first, to see if that helped. Hair action wasn't likely to draw any complaint, and though I was probably about half way home and progressing nicely, cupping her breast just now would be a substantial leap and might just start a revolt.

The strategy was sound, removing the hand from her legs and dragging it around to her back, as low as I could get it easily without wiggling it between her buns and the sofa cushions, I slowly caressed up her backbone, outside her T-shirt, until I reached her neck. Then I lightly moved my fingers over the back of her neck and worked them into her hair until the back of her head was cupped in my palm.

I began to gently massage the back of her scalp with my fingertips and this move was a real hit. She shivered as the hand trailed up her back and as I began playing in her hair, she moved an arm under mine to place her hand on my back and she began rubbing all over my back, occasionally pulling me to her with it.

I thought I detected the lightest scent of an aroused woman; I'd never smelled anything like it before but the scent just seemed to lightly announce its presence and meaning to me. I also felt her lightly rocking her hips every now and then. It wasn't really a rocking, it was more like she was just rhythmically straining up toward me slightly.

I wanted to pull my head back and look at her, and getting my lips on her throat was also on my mind, but I was still fearful of giving her any opportunity to use those lips for speaking.

Summoning my nerve, I removed my hand from her hair and trailed it back down over her neck and spine to her hip. After giving her ass a little squeeze I slipped my handup under her T-shirt's hem and pushed it up and onto one of the twin beauties, then lightly cupping the titty in my palm, I gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Mmm," Mom moaned, and then she pressed the breast into my hand.

I could feel her nipple in the center of my palm and thought that meant it was fairly hard. Rubbing around over it brought more and longer moans and I thought surely she had gotten conversation off her mind by now.

As I grasped the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, to begin lightly tugging and twisting it gently, I broke our kiss and buried my lips in the hollow of her throat, kissing and sucking it with my lips and nipping it with my teeth. This action met with Mom's approval.

"Oh, Jacob, that's so good baby, my baby," she said, sighing as she began kissing around in my hair.

I worked my lips over her throat and up the side of her neck to worry her ear and earlobe, then back down over the exposed flesh left bare by the low cut T-shirt and down to the beginning of her cleavage.

I now had a chance to look, and sure enough, she was pressing up toward me with her pelvis, every few seconds. I think she was also squeezing her buttocks together rhythmically as she did it. Since I was now toying with one nipple with a thumb and finger, I knew for sure it was fully aroused.

Switching to the other titty let me give it and its nipple some well-deserved attention. A minute or two later I released the nipple and trailed that hand back down over her abdomen and down her legs to her knees, where I slipped it between them. Spreading my fingers outward lightly gave Mom the hint, and she spread her legs a little to give me some room.

Resuming my earlier up and back stroking between her thighs let me alternately caress one with the palm side of my fingertips and then the other with the backside. It also allowed me to move higher and higher. Mom gave ground grudgingly but she slowly increased the spread of her legs in increments as I continued.

Reaching the holy grail, pressing the back of my hand to her vulva, let me know that the crotch of her panties was very wet and as I increased the pressure, Mom spread her legs much more widely and then pushed her pussy up toward my hand. I left the hand against her and moved it slightly, side-to-side, hoping that my knuckles were brushing across her clitoris. They must have been as Mom spread even wider and her low moans became regular.

Turning my hand over to cup Mom's pussy and then curling my two middle fingers inward as I did, I was not pushing inward toward the entrance to her pussy, and soon she was getting wetter and seemed warmer down there too.

I slipped my fingers beneath the panties, through a leg hole, and thank goodness they were either not very tight or had plenty of stretch. I wiggled the tip of my index finger between her lips and began sliding it up and back from near the bottom of her slit, then up and over the top where her clit was beginning to make an appearance. I brushed the fingertip over her clit and then spent some time spreading her fuckoil over everything in my finger's reach.

I felt no hair on her pussy lips, making me assume she shaved them. When everything in range was slippery, I wiggled my index finger back between her lips, and finding her entrance again, I slipped my finger slowly but firmly up her pussy as far as it would reach. I started an in and out finger fucking, teasing her clit with my thumb.

She was basically moaning and whimpering full time now, and I was sure she was as good as fucked. Her hips were rocking in rhythm with the finger fucking, and she was now just hanging on around my neck as I continued trying to get my lips to her breasts, down through the loose top, but it was impossible.

I continued for a while and then pulled my arm from around her back, raising my head from her chest and trying to get a little distance between our upper bodies. This wasn't happening since she now had a sure grip, with both arms, around my neck.

I used my newly freed hand to work between us and grab the hem of the T-shirt, pulling it upward and continuing my finger fucking and clit teasing all the while. Mom caught on and released me, dropping both her hands to her T-shirt; pulling it off her and flinging it away.

I now had clear sailing to a lip lock on a nipple and I applied suction and tongue lashing to the closest one. Removing the hand from her pussy and panties, I slipped to my knees beside the couch, urging Mom to lay back with pressure from my mouth on her breast.

When she was fully reclined, with her head on the armrest for a pillow, I found her unoccupied titty with the hand I'd just taken from her cunt and began teasing that nipple with my slippery fingers.

Reaching down to the top of her panties with my free hand, I tugged them toward her feet. She released the grip on my head that had been pulling me more forcefully into her nipple, and used her hands to remove her own panties as she raised her lovely ass to allow them to slide off. They were also flung with abandon and then she grabbed my T-shirt and began tugging it off too.

I had to rise for a second, to give her room, and when I returned to titty heaven, I swapped off with my mouth and slippery hand. This new nipple tasted exotic from her secretions that my hand had left on it.

I used my free hand to rid myself of my sweat shorts then pulled against Mom's outside leg to try making room between them for me. She spread her legs as widely as she could while keeping both on the sofa. It was a wide one and this gave me room enough to kneel between her thighs. I took a few seconds to ogle Mom in her horny naked splendor.

She was a sight to behold, her legs were truly beautiful legs with full, firm, creamy thighs. Her bush, which was a perfect color match to her beautiful auburn mane, was indeed trimmed into a heart shape, ending in a pointer to her clitoris, and her vulva was shaved smooth. Her fuckoil was shining wetly on and around her pussy lips, some even down on her upper thighs.

Her titties were tremendous as they quivered on her chest from her agitated breathing, and though they were large and full they didn't sag off to the side, they were so firm they seemed to just stand up proudly and her engorged nipples beckoned to my lips. She was flushed brightly from her breasts, up her neck, to her cheeks.

Her shining hair framed her beautiful face in wild disarray, her bright green eyes were flashing. As I reveled in her beauty, she extended her arms toward me in an open invitation while her lips made kissing motions.

She stretched one leg to put a dainty foot up on the back of the couch, as she spread the other off the side to give me room. I lay down on her, obeying her summons. Our lips met again and my tongue entered her mouth just as I realized I was mistaken about the most basic fundamental detail of this seduction.

I had expected my throbbing dick to find its target by magic I guess but apparently that hole in the tip is not really an eye at all. I was near panic when I felt her small hand tenderly grasp me and guide my aching hardon to the place we would both enjoy it most.

She fitted the knob between her labia and moved it up and down her slit. This felt fantastic but I only learned later that it was to insure proper lubrication.

When she was satisfied with the process and then the alignment, she grabbed one of my buttocks in each hand and pulled me into her with one long smooth motion. She held me still, engulfed completely, for a few seconds and I thought I could feel my dickhead pressing up against something inside her.

I was in heaven and I could talk for days and never explain exactly how wonderful it felt to be inside her snug warmth. She was a tight fit but with her copious secretions there seemed to be no friction, just a lovely tight squeezing feeling. I remained still, fully in her, even after she released her grip on my ass, then she broke our kiss.

"Do it to me, Jacob, I'll be your steady girl, just do me. You know I'm yours, push your dick up me as far as you can. I'm not safe so you might make a baby, my baby's baby. Do it, I want your come in me," she said, demanding it and almost shouting.

I was stunned by her outburst since we'd been nearly silent until now. I did have sense enough to obey my mother though. Especially since she'd just told me to do exactly what I'd been working toward.

I hadn't even thought about pregnancy and right now I didn't care. If she wanted me to try to give her a baby, that was fine with me. I'm sure a lot of it was the wine talking. If it weren't for the wine though, I'm sure I wouldn't be lying on her with my dick up her warm wet pussy.

I pulled back and came home again and soon I was picking up speed. It felt so good I couldn't think about anything else, and I guess Mom liked it too for she soon had both legs wrapped around me and was pulling me to her with them.

"That's it, yes, pound it up me. Fuck me as hard as you can, my sweet baby mother fucker. Let me have it all."

That was the last coherent sentence she uttered as she slipped into a chant.

"Oh Jacob, Oh Jacob. Fuck me Jacob, fuck me."

She kept it up until she just went ballistic and then she growled when she peaked. Her muscles tensed up and her pussy clamped down on my swollen dick and she hugged me so hard with her arms and her legs around me that I thought I would lose my breath, but I just kept slamming into her. It seemed like ages before she relaxed a little and then I felt my dick explode with come and she screamed as she felt it pumping.

When I'd finished pumping come into Mom, I just slowly collapsed onto her and she kept hugging me. When we'd gotten a little wind back, we had a very sweet kiss and then just started giving each other little kisses all over our faces. I tried to get my weight off her but she wouldn't have it.

"No, please baby, stay right where you are, you're my man now, Jacob; I want to get used to having you on me after you've fucked me."

We must have lain there for thirty minutes kissing and murmuring, and I don't know how she could breathe with me on her like that. She finally let me roll to the couch and pull her up to lay on me, and then we lay there for nearly an hour more, while I tried to feel every inch of her body as we talked.

"Holly, now that we're going steady, what would you like to do on our date next weekend?" I asked her, after a long while.

"You're the man, Jacob, I want to do whatever you want to do, with me or to me," she said, and I knew it was a promise.

"In that case, I think we should go back to Jefferson's and give them another chance. The food was great and we could probably dance a little closer next time," I said.

"It sounds wonderful to me, can you afford to take me two weeks in a row?" Holly asked me, and as she did, she started wiggling that lovely ass around causing her wet heart to move on my limp dick.

"I can this time for sure, they wouldn't let us pay last night, after asshole acted up," I said, as my dick began to swell.

"That's right, I'd almost forgotten. Hey, what's that poking around in my bush?"

"I'm not sure; raise up and I'll look," I said.

"I think I can guess what it is, why don't we go up to our bedroom and play with it?" she asked.

I agreed, and as I managed to get my arms under her and lift her, I stood up from the couch and headed for her bedroom, carrying her.

"You don't have to carry me Jacob, I can walk now," she said, nibbling on my earlobe.

"Hush Holly, I'm trying to save your strength for your upcoming ordeal."



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Chapter 3


I carried her directly into the bedroom and set her down gently onto the bed, pulling the covers partially off and then helping her to move onto the sheets, pulling the spread and top sheet on down after I had.

It would be the first time I could ever remember sleeping in Mom's bed with her and from the way she was acting, I felt that I was about to have a memorable night in it. I'd procured the memory of a lifetime out on the couch and I was having a hard time believing my luck.

When I lay down she snuggled right up against me, kissing on my neck and rubbing a palm over my belly, just above my pubes. My dick had been put to good use tonight but it was climbing again already.

"I hope that you aren't feeling guilty or shy now, Jacob."

"Maybe later, right now I'm as happy as I can ever remember being," I said.

"I guess you are at that, you were pretty smooth with your old mother. Who have you been practicing on?" she asked.

"No one, you're the first girl I've ever really kissed," I said.

"That's just amazing, my baby is a natural born cocksman. I couldn't be prouder of you, even though I never imagined being the object of your desires," she said.

"You didn't even get a hint from the slow dancing or anything?"

"I guess I was a little slow on the uptake, but I didn't really have a clue until you were kissing me for so long on the couch. That and the petting on my legs finally woke me up to the fact that you were after a little time between my legs," she said.

"I nearly freaked out when I broke the kiss, intending to nibble and kiss on your neck and throat. I was sure that you were about to protest when you said something," I admitted.

"I wasn't going to protest, I was hot and ready already. I was going to tell you that I didn't think I needed my T-shirt or panties any longer. You didn't let me get it out before you were kissing me again," she said, giggling.

"You didn't mind that I was trying to take advantage of you, since you'd had so much wine?" I asked.

"Mind, I was thrilled. I guess I can tell you now, that I haven't had sex since before you were born. When you asked me out for our first date, it was the first one I'd had in all that time," she said.

"I thought that it might be, but I didn't even hope that you might find me attractive sexually," I said.

"Oh, honey, you just don't know. I've thought about you often, especially since you've grown so fast lately and become so handsome," she said.

"Why didn't you say something or give me some hint?"

"That wouldn't have been right," she said.

"Because you're my mother?"

"I don't really believe in the incest taboo, I've always thought that my dad was too sexy, but I wasn't about to take advantage of your youth. I didn't want to lead you on or try to make you interested in me," she said.

"So it was because I was young and not because I was your son?" I asked, getting a little confused.

"That's the way I saw it, I didn't want to take advantage of your youth and inexperience. I know first hand how that feels and I wasn't going to do it," she said.

"So, since I was the one that made the first move, it was all right?" I asked.

"It was all right with me, it was more than all right. I loved every second of it and I'm astounded at what a good job you did. I hope you already knew that I love you," she said.

"I've never doubted it, but let me ask you; if I'd tried to come on to you more openly would I have gotten anywhere?"

"Yes, of course; if you'd come out and asked me to have sex we would have ended up doing it if I'd thought that you really wanted to, this way was so much better though."

"How so?"

"It was romantic and we didn't have to waste anytime for me to explain that the rest of the world wouldn't approve and how you'd have to be sure and keep it a secret and all. That kind of thing is so boring and definitely un-sexy."

"And you're not going to wake up in the morning feeling all guilty and regretting it?" I asked.

"Not a chance, I don't feel a bit guilty, after all, you're the one that seduced me, and I hope you don't either. I might as well tell you now, I'm a pretty hot little piece, me getting knocked up so early should have given you a hint about that," she said, and giggled again.

"But you said that you didn't go out any after that."

"I knew better, I'd learned better, and that I couldn't trust myself with men. It's just too easy for them to get me going. Now, until you get tired of me, I won't have to worry about that," she said, kissing me on the lips and taking hold of my new hard on.

"I won't get tired of you."

"You might, some young things will put a little on you and leave your head spinning. Then I'll be back to sitting home at night, with no one to scratch my itch," she said.

"Why would I go chasing after someone else when I have such a beautiful willing woman at home?"

"In the first place, you're a male and almost all males want to spread their seed around. That's something else we'll have to talk about later.

"In the second place, you're going to have to start dating someone, it'll just look too funny for a handsome young man like you to sit home with his mother and never ask any other girls out.

"Lastly, you'll have me screwed completely stupid if I have to take care of you by myself. You're a teenager and just learning about sex and it's my guess that you want to practice a lot. I won't complain, but a young stud like you might be more than I can handle full time," she said, and I could tell that she was serious.

"But Mom, you know how shy I am about talking to girls, I'll never get a date," I said, whining I'm sure.

"Don't worry about it, now that you've gotten some on you, it will be a lot easier," she told me, laughing a little.

"We'll be able to do it at least once a day won't we, even if I don't get another girl?" I asked, and I'm sure it sounded like I was pleading.

"We can do it as much as you want to, I won't be turning you down, that isn't right. If you let me know you want some, you're going to get some. You'll back off on your own when you have me walking bow legged and all worn out," she said.

"I'm worried now, I don't want to hurt you or get you rundown."

"You'll have to break in one of the girls at school then, but if you really need to bolster your confidence, you can fuck your Aunt Jenny. You do think she's attractive don't you?" she asked.

"Of course I do, will she let me?" I asked, probably drooling.

"Not if you ask, but if you treat her like you did me, you'll end up with some of her pussy. She's a pushover too, just like I was. Luckily for her, Dad figured that out and put her on the pill before she could follow in my footsteps."

"I didn't know that about Aunt Jenny," I said.

"How did you think she ended up marrying that worthless loser? She didn't even have sense enough to leave him on her own," Mom said.

"Didn't he leave her?" I asked.

"Daddy invited him to make himself scarce after he knocked her around a little that first time."

"And he left, just like that?" I asked.

"Daddy was a marine, Jacob. The invitation included Robert French kissing a 45 Colt Automatic. Daddy convinced Robert that his life would be shortened significantly if he stayed much longer, as much as forty-five minutes or so."

"Oh, Gramps threatened to murder him."

"I think it would be more correct to say that Daddy promised to murder him. Dad considered it pest removal," she said.

"But Gramps would go to jail for killing him."

"Maybe, maybe not, but even if he were caught it wouldn't do anything for Robert. I think that weighed on Robert's mind a little. I know that your father was very interested in settling our difficulties after Daddy had a talk with him," she said, grinning.

"But what does that have to do with me, and Aunt Jenny, I don't understand how you think I can get with her. You said that she wouldn't be willing."

"She won't just walk into the bedroom and get naked for you. We'll invite her out for dinner, just the three of us. Maybe we should take her to Jefferson's, for dinner and dancing and plenty of champagne. It worked on me didn't it," she said.

"Do you think it will work on her too?"

"Of course it will, if she squawks after things get going, I'll just help you hold her down, she'll thank us for it later," Mom said.

"Thank us, that sounds like rape to me, and I doubt she'll thank us."

"You just make sure that you make her come like you did me. She'll thank us, remember, she hasn't had a date in a couple of years herself," she said.

"If you think that's what we should do, then I'm for it. I don't want to make her mad at us, but now that you mention it, I do want to fuck her, bad. She's almost as pretty as you are," I said.

"Now you see that I was telling you the truth about flattery, look where it got you," she said, smiling.

"I'm thinking of getting right back there too."

I pulled her to me for a serious kiss and as I teased a nipple, she stroked my dick. It was already fully hard and her hand on it made me buck my hips. She broke the kiss though.

"You wouldn't mind too much if I tried to give you a blowjob would you? I've never even tried one."

"I don't see any drawbacks at all," I said, grinning myself now.

"Good."

Mom started kissing her way down toward my dick, and when she kissed across my belly I shivered in anticipation. I'd never had a blowjob and even if she had never given one, I was betting that I was going to like it.

When she came into range she licked my dick like a Popsicle and I approved of her technique so far. My hips bucked again when she took the head into her mouth and began sucking and wiggling her tongue around it. As she took more of it into her mouth, she began working her tongue all over it, concentrating on the bottom side. I loved it.

I was about halfway home when she pulled her mouth off and licked around the head a little before speaking.

"I'll have to practice some more later, my mouth is tired and my pussy is hot. Can I be on top this time?" she asked.

"Be my guest."

"I've never tried this either, but I've read that it is fun this way. We'll try it doggie style next time," she said.

Mom straddled my hips and aimed me with her hand as she lowered herself onto my boner. It felt delicious and I had to hold myself from thrusting up into her. It took her a few tries, but finally she had me all the way inside her and she settled her luscious ass onto my thighs.

I reached for her titties and when she leaned toward me I was able to get one in each hand. As I flicked and teased the nipples with my thumbs, she started doing something with her insides that felt wonderful. It was as if her pussy was milking my dick.

We weren't able to go so slow for very long and soon she was pumping her hips up and down and I was thrusting up toward her to her rhythm. I didn't know if I could find it from this angle, but I let one hand down to feel for her clitty. I did find it and as I wiggled it gently Mom started moaning and fucking me even faster.

Her excitement increased mine too, and I started thrusting up harder while she was humping down with more force. My hand was constantly losing contact with her button but finding it again always met with her approval.

Finally, her ass got into high gear and I couldn't keep up with her man in the boat. I settled for taking one of her great ass cheeks in each hand and holding on for dear life. Mom went off soon after that and as she slowed her humping, I started pumping harder into her wet heaven; then the deed was done and I started putting come up in her and loving the feel of it leaving.

Mom sagged down onto me and kissed me soundly, then trailed her lips off to kiss and nibble around my ear and neck. I kept my purchase on her ass cheeks, pinching and petting them and I even managed to get up the nerve to tickle her pucker.

"Oh, that feels different, and I've read about that too. It won't be long before you're pushing that log up there, will it?" she asked.

"I hadn't thought that far ahead, but I'll probably try it if you don't mind," I said.

"You have to remember to be a little more forceful about what you want, Jacob. Repeat after me: 'Mom, I'm going to fuck your little asshole when I get ready' say it that way," she said.

"Mom, I'm going to fuck your little asshole when I get ready, and probably several times more."

"That's my baby, and now that I've got my breath back, I'm going to clean up our mess," she said.

Her mouth was back on my dick in seconds and she licked, sucked and kissed until all the sticky was gone. I got another hard on of course but I had something that I wanted to try now. I decided to take my cue from the hints she'd been giving me.

"You need to lay on your back now, Mom. It's time for me to start my pussy licking lessons."

"You don't have to do that."

"I know that I don't have to, but you have to. You have to lay on your back and let me lick your pussy," I said.

"But you just made a mess in there and I need to go clean myself up," she said.

"You need to do what I told you to. If you're a good girl, I'll give you a taste or two while I'm at it," I told her, giving one of her ass cheeks a good swat while I was at it.

Mom spread her beautiful legs and I got between then to nibble under her heart. I wasn't grossed out by the mess, and in fact, I liked it. I saved a mouthful and rose to lie on her, putting a big kiss on her lips and dribbling our combined juices into her mouth. She licked my lips clean before I returned to her pussy for more.

I was hard again by the time I'd finished but I was sleepy by now too so we snuggled together, spoon like, and I drifted off to sleep.

We'd been up late the night before and Mom was still asleep when I woke at eleven. We had come un-spooned in the night and Mom was draped over me, her titties on my chest and one of her legs over mine. I reached down to pet it and ended up fondling everything in range.

Thinking about what she had said last night, especially about me fucking Aunt Jenny, made my dick hard again, and as I slipped a finger to Mom's pussy to play, I got a little of her oily juice started. When my finger was good and slippery, I rubbed it over her clit and started stroking it gently. Mom awoke with a moan and reached to kiss me.

After some short preliminaries she started to straddle me and mount, but I turned her back to the bed and got between her legs instead. She placed my dick, which was throbbing with need, and I pushed it up her slowly.

"Oh, that's good baby; I can't believe you're just getting started and are so good at it already," she said, sighing.

"You're barely started yourself, Mom, and you are damned good. It just feels so good to have my dick up in you."

"It feels good for you to put it up me too, I may get jealous watching you put it to Jenny. I'll be good though, she needs a good fucking, almost as bad as I did."

"I still don't know about you holding her down if she doesn't want to," I said.

"It won't come up, but I will if I have to. We can make it easy by just acting normal and then letting nature take its course, or our course."

"How will we do it?" I asked.

"I'll invite her to come over Friday and spend the weekend. The best part of being a teacher is that you usually don't have to work on Saturday, and she'll be ready to have some fun, any fun. We'll provide it for her."

"What will we provide?"

"We'll go out to a movie and I'll tell her that you are so shy and need the practice dating. I'll say that I'm trying to build your confidence by letting you pretend to have a date with two girls at once," she said.

"But then what?"

"Then you'll do the same thing you did for me. Friday night, you'll knock at the door at seven and then take us to a movie. I'll make sure that she doesn't wear slacks and I'll even encourage her to give you a peek when she gets in the car, I'm sure she will."

"What about at the movie?"

"Try to find another romantic one, you probably don't understand how they make women feel but take my word for it. We'll sit on either side of you and after a few minutes, put your arm around each of us. Sneak a feel or two of her titties if she lets you get away with it but I wouldn't try to do much more unless she's panting and rubbing on your dick.

"After the movie, we'll go and get something to eat and then when we're home I'll bring up the dancing lessons again. I'm sure that she'll be glad to help too, and you can get her expecting some groping by doing it to me first. We'll be letting the wine flow, especially into Jenny, and she'll get into the swing of things.

"Fucking her Friday night is too much to hope for, unless she drops her clothes and begs for it. Saturday night will be different though. After you've given us both a good going over on the dance floor at Jefferson's, Jenny will be horny. Watching a movie after we get home will give you the chance to get the ball rolling. You might even want to start out on me first, for a little while at least. After she sees that I think it's fun, you'll have her out of her panties before you know it," Mom told me.

She'd been telling me this as I stroked long and slow up in her. Imagining it had me going, and her too. When she was through explaining the plan she buckled down to serious fucking and I was pounding it into her shortly.

Mom screamed and threw her legs around my ass, humping for all she was worth, while I kept pumping and started nipping at her nipples with my teeth. It was over in minutes and I lay on her, panting and kissing.

Thirty minutes later we got up and got in the shower together. This was a treat for me and I washed everything on Mom, several times. We got out, dried and dressed, then headed down to the kitchen where Mom fixed breakfast.

It was right after twelve when we finished eating and Mom suggested that she call Jenny to see if she'd go shopping with her for a few hours.

"I can feel her out for next weekend and if it's a go, we can get new outfits."

A little while later Mom went to pick up Aunt Jenny while I stayed at home. A couple of days ago I'd have been glad to have this time alone at home, so I could go jack off in peace. I didn't need to do that now though and I was bored for most of the day.

Mom and Aunt Jenny came in about five thirty. I gave Mom a kiss on the lips and screwing up my nerve I gave Aunt Jenny one too. I didn't slip her my tongue but I thought about it.

She and Mom talked while they fixed some supper and they tried to include me once we started eating. I couldn't concentrate very well, since Aunt Jenny had on a tight top, and with the things Mom had told me, I pretty much just imagined sucking on her nipples.

Aunt Jenny left at eight and when she was gone I pulled Mom to me for a real kiss. She pressed herself against me and wiggled against my hardening dick.

"This is going to be easy," Mom told me, after we broke the kiss.

"What is?"

"You getting into your Aunt Jenny's panties is," she said.

"Why do you say that?"

"When I told her about the dating practice, she's the one that said you should practice making out too," Mom said.

"She did?"

"Yes. I told her that you'd probably try it and then she asked me how far she should let you get."

"And?"

"And, I told her she should let you get as far as she wanted you to get, and then we giggled."

"Did she say anything else?"

"She said that as horny as she'd been lately, you might end up getting lucky if she did that?"

"Wow, she actually told you that? She must have been joking," I said.

"She was more likely testing the waters, to see if I'd raise hell about it. Anyway, I'd forgotten that we don't have school on Friday this week. There's a teachers meeting but it won't last long. I want you to call her up and ask her out for Thursday night. She'll be expecting it," Mom said.

I got Mom a glass of wine and we sat on the couch kissing and petting for about an hour. Just when my dick was so hard it almost hurt, Mom told me it was time to call Aunt Jenny.

I did call and I tried the same 'lower my voice' stunt and it nearly backfired. It really fooled Aunt Jenny and she almost hung up on me. After she caught on, she laughed and when I asked her out for seven on Thursday, she said that she'd be glad to go. We rang off after that and I went back to Mom on the couch.

"I hate to bring all this fun on the couch to a close but we both have school tomorrow, and I think we should go to bed and get a little pussy pretty quick," Mom said, giggling.

"I think that's a wonderful idea."

Mom and I stayed up pretty late after all, but we still had to get up early. Taking a shower together made getting up worthwhile though, even if it did make it hard to leave the shower. We didn't really end up with time for breakfast at home but we did drive through McDonalds for coffee and a biscuit.

On the way home that day I kept my hand up under Mom's skirt all the way, teasing her pussy, except for the times I was pinching a nipple. She was pretty hot by the time we got home and I was horny, as always.

We didn't even make it to the bedroom. I had her panties off, her skirt thrown up and Mom bent over the back of the sofa in minutes. When I pushed it up her she was already wet and as I held her hips and pumped it to her, she howled and urged me on. God, that was quick and nasty.

We went directly to bed then and didn't get up to eat for another hour. It was fun though and Mom liked it a lot.

"It beats the hell out of coming home to cook and then having wine while watching TV. I'd rather be in a love scene anytime instead of watching one," she said.

Me too, hell, me too. I could remember all the time I'd spent yanking on my dick and wishing I could fuck someone, and now that I was fucking someone, I knew that I hadn't even come close to imagining how much fun it would be.

Tuesday and Wednesday were about the same for Mom and me. We didn't stay up as late though because we got started on our fucking earlier. We did get up and shower together, and since we went to bed earlier, we had time for a good one in the shower too.

When we came home Thursday afternoon, Mom told me that we should cancel our afternoon playtime.

"I need to go ahead and start getting ready and you do too. Your Aunt Jenny will expect you at seven on the dot, and she'll be wearing her new outfit. Try to keep from letting it blind you."

"It's a nice one then?"

"I'm pretty sure that you're going to see more of her titties than you ever have before, when she opens the door," she said.

"How are we going to do this? I'm going to pick her up and then what? Do I need to come back over here to pick you up?" I asked.

"No, I'm going to go with you and that's why I need to get started dressing right away," she said.

She went into her bedroom then and I went to mine. I was ready in half an hour but of course it took Mom longer. It was worth it when she came out though.

"God Mom, that dress is even sexier than the one last weekend," I said.

"Thanks, I'm hoping I'll get lucky," she said, teasing me.

"If you aren't careful you'll get lucky in about thirty seconds," I said.

"I'd like to, but we have to go get Jenny. We'll just have time to make it. Let's go in my car so we can all sit in the front," she said.

When I opened the door to let Mom in I didn't have to wonder about a panty shot. She pulled her short skirt up around her waist before she sat down. My dick nearly jumped out of my pants too, because she was wearing a garter belt and stocking, but no panties. Jesus.

"How'd you like that?" she asked, when I'd gotten in.

"It made me want to take you right back in the house. I hope Aunt Jenny doesn't do that, I'll probably blow off in my pants if she does," I said.

"She probably won't give you such a good peek at first, but you'll be happy about what she's wearing, even if she does have panties on," Mom said.

While I drove over to Aunt Jenny's I kept my hand on Mom's pussy, just tickling it for luck. She never did put her skirt down and she kept her legs open just enough for me to tease us both. When I pulled into Aunt Jenny's driveway and stopped, Mom had some last minute advice.

"Remember not to call her Aunt Jenny, just call her Jenny, like you called me Holly, and don't let your tongue hang out if you can keep from it. I'll get out when you open the door for her and let her get in beside you. Don't be afraid to put your hand on her knee if she puts it close to you," she said.

I rang Jenny's bell and she opened the door right away. It's a good thing that Mom had warned me because Jenny looked fantastic. She was wearing a miniskirt that didn't even get near halfway to her knees and that wasn't even the great part. Her top was low cut, showing most of the tops of her titties and it was cropped off short, showing most of her flat belly.

She was smiling widely when she said hello and I know that my face had to have stretched into my biggest smile ever.

"Jenny, you look fantastic."

"Thank you, Jacob. I've been hoping for a date with you," she said.

"We should both be happy tonight then. Are you ready?"

"I just need to get my purse," she said, and then did it.

When we got to the car, I opened the door and Mom showed all again, getting out. I was watching Jenny, out of the corner of my eye, and I could see that she was surprised when she saw Mom wasn't wearing panties.

It must have made her feel a little competitive somehow, even if they were sisters and I was her nephew. Jenny made sure to let her skirt's hem climb when she sat down, and even though she was wearing panties, they weren't much, just a tiny sheer panel to cover her bush and it barely managed that. It was easily transparent enough for me to see her pubes through it.

She slid on over to the middle and of course Mom pulled her skirt back up when she sat down, though not as high as when we'd been alone. My dick was already fully engaged before I shut the door.

When I got in, Jenny didn't waste any time making sure that she was right up against me for the ride. Since I'd listened to my mother, when we were underway, I put my hand on Jenny's near knee and petted her while I drove. I could tell right away that she wasn't a bit offended, since she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek when I did it.

It was two more beautiful shows for me when we got out to go to the movie. Jenny made sure that she pulled her skirt up higher than Mom did, as she got out, and when I put an arm around each of them, they both leaned their considerable charms into me for the walk to the ticket window.

Of course they went to the bathroom together while we were waiting to get into the theater. When they came back out, it looked like they were both blushing a little. I watched them walking toward me, and Mom was a little bit behind Jenny, flashing me the OK sign with one hand. I didn't know what to think of that, since I didn't know how things could get any more OK than they already were.

When we went into the theater, Jenny turned us right and down to the very end of the last row, back where we could barely see the screen but were away from almost everybody. It was an early showing and the place didn't even fill half way up. I knew that there was a reason for us to end up in the kissing section.

They pretty much talked across me while the beginning junk was on and I didn't mind a bit, since there was still enough light for me to get great looks at first one set of big titties and then the other, as they leaned across me to talk. Then the lights went down and the movie started.

I put an arm around each of them and they both leaned over onto me. I was in heaven and wondered for a while at what a good boy I must have been at some time to deserve this. It was only the start.

It was a chick flick of course and that didn't bother me a bit. When the first on screen kissing started, Mom and Jenny both put a hand down to stroke the leg nearest them. They didn't seem to mind at all when their hands brushed against the other's, but I spread my legs a little to give them more room.

My right arm was around Jenny and as I moved it about a little I was almost blinded by an insight. With her crop top, and no bra for miles, I had a golden opportunity if she didn't complain.

I reached a little lower, putting my hand onto the naked flesh of her side and then slowly moved it up to cup her big titty, under her top. Complain, not hardly; when I cupped her boob she leaned closer and kissed my cheek and then gave my earlobe a nibble.

What the hell, in for a penny... I got bold, I guess; I palmed her nipple and the fun began. Jenny forgot about my cheek and kissed me right on the lips, and when I pushed my tongue into her mouth she sucked it and wiggled the titty around in my hand.

Of course Mom could see what was going on, so she slid her hand up to caress my hard dick, beating Jenny's to it by only seconds. What could be better?

As I teased and twisted Jenny's nipple, it got stiff and she pulled her mouth off mine to work seriously on my ear, kissing, nibbling and panting her sexy breath into it. Mom took advantage of the opportunity to kiss me then and she had her tongue in my mouth, beating me to the punch. She did take her hand off my boner, but I think it was just so Jenny could have a turn.

We settled down a little after that and watched a few more minutes of the movie. I got even braver and moved my arms so that I could pet their legs a little. I moved higher and higher, knowing that Mom wouldn't object, but paying attention to Jenny in case she did. She didn't, and when I got to heaven on her side I realized what the OK sign had been about, and why Mom and Jenny had both seemed to be blushing, when they came out of the restroom.

Jenny didn't have any panties on now. My hand found a naked beaver when it got to the top, and I started playing with it. I didn't try to put a finger up her or anything, I just teased her lips and brushed her clitty a little. She seemed to like it though and she spread her legs as wide as she could to make it easy.

The movie seemed to be over in a flash and I almost hated to leave that place. It was fully dark when we went to the car but the inside light was enough for me to see clearly as first Jenny and then Mom put on a show for me.

We went to eat in the same little diner that Mom and I had gone to, burgers and fries again and we joked and talked while we were there, but no mention was made of what had gone on in the dark theater. I already knew that Jenny was going to stay over tonight and I was looking forward to my dancing lessons.



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Chapter 4


Of course, when we got back into the car, the show was on again. Looking more closely this time, without popping my eyes out, I could tell that Jenny's bush was sparse and I could just see the top of her dark pink love lips. Hell, I could easily make a night of just putting them into and getting them out of the car. I was nearly drooling by the time I sat down at the wheel.

When we were moving again, I put my hand back on Jenny's knee and stroked up her thigh a little. She leaned over to nibble on my ear and her hand went directly to my dick, giving it a firm squeeze. She took her hand back off, sat up a little straighter and then giggled. She spread her knees wider while she was at it though.

I knew that she'd been teasing me with that, and so I teased back, stroking my hand up almost to her bush but not quite there. I felt her flex her ass the second time I went that high, as if reaching for my fingers with her pussy. I didn't touch it though, not once, on the whole trip to the house.

When we got home, I walked them both to the door at once and did my pseudo goodnight drill. I guess that Mom must have clued Jenny in on this, because it didn't seem to confuse her.

They both gave me scorching good night kisses and I took serious liberties with their beautiful asses. When I did say goodnight and walk back toward the car, I had to settle myself down to keep from creaming my slacks, badly.

There'd be a big advantage for me tonight that I didn't have on either of my two dates with Mom, and Mom was the advantage. I believe that she wanted me to fuck Aunt Jenny as badly as I wanted to fuck Aunt Jenny. I didn't have to wonder if they'd already be getting ready to go to sleep. Dancing lessons would be starting in a few minutes, as soon as I suggested them.

I opened the door and walked in, announcing myself.

"Mom, Aunt Jenny, I'm home," I said, to Mom's bedroom door.

"Ok, Jacob, we're getting into our sleeping clothes, we'll be out in a few minutes," Mom said, in answer.

I went upstairs to change too. I put on a T-shirt and my sweat shorts and then went to take a piss. Playing it safe, I yanked my crank too. It was the first time I had since Mom and I had done the deed. I didn't really want to, but Aunt Jenny's teasing and the shows that she and Mom had given me, had almost caused me to blow in my pants once tonight and I did not want to chance that.

I was still back downstairs, dimming the lights and pouring the wine before they came out of Mom's bedroom. I even picked over the CDs again, even though I'd already made my selections twice this week, in anticipation.

A serious case of anticipation was underway now too, and it was being caused by the ace in the hole I had in that bedroom. I knew perfectly well that Mom and Aunt Jenny both would come out of the bedroom in long T-shirts, probably made of the same kind of material Mom's had been last weekend.

Mom had always worn T-shirts like that to sleep in and Aunt Jenny had too, at least when she'd stayed with us overnight. It would be sexy and slinky and it would cling to their bodies and especially their titties. I was also willing to bet that there wouldn't be any panties in the room when they came out.

Hell, they hadn't worn any in the movie, or when we were eating, and I was positive that Mom wouldn't be putting any on, so I doubted that Aunt Jenny would either. She'd been happy enough already to let me see her pussy and even to play around with it. I couldn't see her getting all modest on us now.

They came out of the bedroom about then and I got a rather chaste kiss on the cheek from each of them. I knew that they'd shifted back into Mom and Aunty mode, for a while at least, and I'd expected it. There wasn't a damned thing they could shift about those beautiful faces and bodies though.

Their lips were smiling and their eyes were shining, not to mention their titties wobbling under the loose T-shirts. They were exactly what I'd expected too, not even coming down as far as Aunt Jenny's short skirt had. My only regret was that I couldn't dash around behind them to get a look at their asses. I felt sure that I'd get to see them closer, later.

"How was your date tonight, Jacob," Aunt Jenny asked me, when she sat down.

"Oh, I still can't believe how beautiful Jenny and Holly were and how sexy they looked," I said, watching closely all the while to see if I could get a peek between her legs.

"You had a date with two girls?" Mom asked, as she sat.

"Sure did, Mom, the Felton sisters. God, they are gorgeous," I told her, checking for panties on her too.

"You must be quite a stud, Jacob, getting a date with two girls at the same time," Aunt Jenny said, starting to tease me again.

"That's what I mean, either one of them is way out of my league, and having the chance to take them both out at the same time, wow. I feel like a king, or something," I said, deciding that I'd lay it on as thick as they'd let me.

I hadn't been able to tell for sure whether or not either one of them was wearing panties and it was confusing me. How could I see it so clearly in the car and not be able to, here in the house, when the T-shirts were even shorter than their skirts had been.

"Well, were they nice?" Mom asked.

"They couldn't have been nicer, Mom. It was just a treat to go out with them. We're going out again tomorrow night you know," I said.

"Oh, to another movie?" Aunt Jenny asked.

"No, dinner and dancing, and that's where you two have to help me out, please. I'm not a very good dancer and I need to practice, badly. Please, would you dance with me a little and give me some pointers?" I asked them both.

"I think it would be fun, what do you think Jenny?" Mom asked her.

"I know it will be fun, I haven't done any dancing in years and I used to love it," Aunt Jenny said.

I knew that this was just role-playing; we all knew we were going to be doing the 'teaching Jacob to dance' gig tonight. At least Aunt Jenny thought that was what we were supposed to be doing.

I didn't mind it a bit though; it had worked fine on my mother. She and I knew that we were actually teaching Jacob how to get into Aunt Jenny's panties, if she was even wearing any. We'd see, and it probably wouldn't be much longer.

I went into the kitchen to get the wine and bring their glasses. Mom wouldn't have cared if I had some too, but I didn't want any. I wanted to keep my mind on business.

I started the music after I gave them their wine glasses and then I squeezed down to sit between them. They'd almost left me enough room, but I didn't mind that I had to press my ass down between theirs. They sipped their wine while the first two songs played and when Mom finished hers, I asked her to dance, trying to act like we were on a real date somewhere.

Mom said she'd love to, and we went out into the middle of the floor. It was a slow song of course; I'm not stupid. Mom came into my arms and pressed herself right up against me. I put both my arms around her and hugged her to me even tighter as she laid her head on my shoulder.

I kept my eyes on Aunt Jenny, while making sure I didn't seem to be. She looked the tiniest bit puzzled by our embrace at first, but she poured herself another glass of wine and the look went away. I didn't get my hands down onto Mom's ass this time, even when she kissed me on the cheek.

The song was a long one too, I'd burned these CDs myself and the songs had been picked for the slow tempo and for long track times. Aunt Jenny's wine glass was nearly empty again by the time this one ended.

I took Mom back to the couch and asked Aunt Jenny for the next one. She said she'd love to too, and we went onto the floor and came together. I guess she didn't want to seem standoffish after Mom's performance, because she came up close to me too, just like Mom had and I noticed something right away.

I knew that Aunt Jenny hadn't dated anyone since she got rid of the loser, and it seemed right away that she'd missed male companionship. When I put my arms around her she nearly trembled and she hugged me even tighter. Her beautiful breasts pressed firmly into me and she sighed audibly, as she laid her head on my shoulder.

I bent my head a little and kissed her on the cheek right away and she sighed again. She wiggled a little closer into my embrace and I could feel her pressing her hips toward mine, ever so slightly. My dick gained a thousand pounds of pressure in seconds, and the song had just started.

Aunt Jenny held me tight and gave dreamy sighs all through that first dance with her and when the track was over, and I steered her back toward the couch to switch partners, she seemed slightly reluctant. We parted at the couch though and Mom came out to dance another one with me.

She came up even tighter against me this time and after the music had started and she'd put her head on my shoulder again, she whispered in my ear as we started dancing.

"She's a goner, Jacob, I know that look. Go ahead and give me the business with your hands on my ass this time, and don't try to keep her from seeing it," Mom said, and then she raised her head and we were kissing on the lips, with plenty of tongue action.

I glanced surreptitiously at Aunt Jenny and she was looking right at us. She didn't seem shocked or startled though, I'll swear that she was looking at us with longing. I dropped my hands to Mom's ass, as instructed. I didn't waste much time outside the T-shirt either.

I ran my hands under the hem and onto naked flesh in seconds. Mom had my favorite ass so far, since it was the only woman's ass I'd ever handled. I explored it again though and as I'd suspected, there was no sign of any panty, anywhere. I made sure that my wrist kept her hem up too, so that it would be obvious that I was groping her seriously.

"If you get her going like this, don't stop after the next dance, just keep it up until she's ready to rock," Mom told me, and kissed me again.

I switched partners again when the track changed, and I knew at once that Mom had been right. Aunt Jenny came against me like she'd been pining away for months. As I put my arms around her, and hugged her tight, she kissed my lips right away and she sent in her tongue, searching in there for what Mom had been playing with.

It almost took my breath away, since there was no way this should be working so well, but it was. My dick was throbbing again and when I slid my hands down onto her ass, she broke the kiss and sighed again. She put her mouth on my ear then, letting her sexy breath blow into it gently and then licking and nibbling on it.

I put my hands under her hem then, and raised them to get started on my exploration. She shivered when I did it, and pushed her pelvis against me. She shivered again when she realized that she was pressing into a hard dick, and she was practically panting in my ear now.

Aunt Jenny hadn't wanted to seem prudish at all I guess, she didn't have a sign of anything on under her T-shirt either. I pushed the fingers of one hand down between her legs from behind, under her beautiful ass, and found the back of her pussy with no trouble at all, and with not a hint of complaint from her either.

She bit my earlobe a little and put her mouth back against mine. I got my tongue in her mouth first and she sucked at it, as I played with her rapidly moistening pussy. I ran my fingers over her lips, and reached up past her clit to tickle her pubes. If the ball hadn't been rolling before, it left in a rush then.

She humped her pussy toward my dick and moaned from down in her chest. Hell, I was all for that and to encourage her, I slid a finger up into her wet heat. She hugged me tighter and kept sucking my tongue, as she pushed her pussy to press against my dick, and then drew it back down toward my diddling finger.

Aunt Jenny's eyes were tightly closed and I soon found out that it was a good thing. When I looked toward where Mom was, on the couch, I saw that she wasn't there at all. She was on her knees, crawling toward us and nearly to me already. I wondered what the hell she was doing.

I didn't have to wonder long, since she came up behind me, pulled my shorts down and off, as I stepped out of them. I saw that she'd also been in her bedroom, because she had her comforter spread out on the floor and her big, overstuffed pillows at the head of the freshly made pallet.

Aunt Jenny hadn't seen a thing, and she was getting wetter by the minute; still humping up against me. Mom stood up and made a motion with her legs and it only took me a second to get her meaning. I twisted on Aunt Jenny's waist and brought one of my now completely naked legs up between hers.

She took advantage of this new contact right away and nearly smashed her pussy onto my thigh, and then she was back to her humping, with renewed vigor. I could feel her wetness on my leg.

A movement caught my eye and it was Mom again. She ran her own hands up under her T-shirt and grabbed her titties, then nodded for me to do the same. I'd already pulled my finger out of Jenny's pussy, to twist her around, so I went ahead and ran both my hands up under the shirt again and took hold of her titties, I was in heaven now.

It caused us to separate a little in the middle, but she kept her pussy on my leg and her mouth on mine. I had my hands on her titties now and I wasn't about to be dislodged, but Mom wasn't through.

She came up behind Jenny, grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. When Aunt Jenny felt it under her armpits, she released the hug around my neck and lifted her arms. Mom had it off her in only seconds and Jenny's arms went back around my neck.

Mom came behind me then and took hold of my shirt. I had to release the titties, but I figured it would be worth it in the end. When my shirt was off I went right back to kissing Jenny and playing with her nipples. They were not as big as Mom's and I wondered why for about three microseconds, then I forgot about it.

Mom was busy in the background and I realized that she had meant every word of it when she'd said she'd help me fuck Aunt Jenny. She signaled me to put my mouth on a nipple now and I was happy too. Aunt Jenny had to stop kissing me but when I sucked onto her nipple, I think she saw the good that could come of it.

"Oh, Jacob; baby," she sighed.

As I was making a pig of myself with first one nipple and then the other, Mom was signaling again and I couldn't make out what she wanted at first. Then it hit me, she wanted me to pick Jenny up and carry her, like I'd done the other night. I scooped Jenny up in my arms, like I had Mom, and she nearly swooned this time, muttering my name and letting out a low moan.

Mom directed me to put the now naked Jenny on the pallet, and as I knelt to do it, she made sure that the pillow was under Jenny's head. It surprised her just a little, but she didn't complain and when she felt her legs come to rest on the coverlet, she spread them invitingly.

She didn't have to guess what was going to happen when I moved over her to get between them either, and she seemed all for it. Mom wasn't going to need to hold her down at all.

"Oh, Jacob, oh yes, yes, oh baby, Jacob, please do me, do me Jacob. I need it so bad," she said, she was pleading.

I damned sure wanted to make my Aunt Jenny happy because she'd always been so nice to me. I lowered myself over her and Mom's hand shot out to guide my dick. She swiped me up and down Jenny's wet pussy lips and put me at the entrance.

When I pushed it up my aunt, and felt the bloated head press her pussy lips aside, I was on top of the world. It only went about halfway in on the first stroke, but Jenny didn't mind telling us what she thought about it.

"Oh God, Jacob, it's so big, oh, I love it," she cried.

"Just wait, it's only half in you," Mom told her.

I pulled back and pushed again, getting it all the way up this time, or nearly so. One more thrust had me mashing into her pubes and her hands flew to my ass, as if trying to pull me deeper. Hell, I couldn't go any deeper anyway, and I now knew that it was her cervix I was bumping up against in there, after Mom's anatomy lesson.

"My God, Holly, how long have you been fucking him to get him this good," Aunt Jenny asked her sister.

"Since last Saturday night, and I didn't fuck him, he fucked me, right over on that couch," Mom told her.

"What... Oh, oh, oh... what do you mean, he fucked you?" she asked, between groans.

"He got me a little tipsy while we were out dancing, brought me home and seduced me on the couch, to the tune of a Rock Hudson and Doris Day movie," Mom said.

I know that some people get annoyed if they are being talked around, especially if the talking is about them. It didn't bother me at all, since I was happily pumping my dick into one of the talkers, and fully intended to be pumping the same dick into the other one shortly.

"He seduced you, how?" Jenny asked.

"He got me wined up in Jefferson's, including champagne, and then danced with me until I was as horny as a mare in heat. When we came home, he petted me until the movie got to the romantic peak. I think I might as well have pulled my panties off right then, but he didn't even give me time, then he got me so worked up that I'd have had Daddy shoot him if he hadn't fucked me," Mom said.

That must have sounded hot to Aunt Jenny, or else it was the four hard slams I gave her in a row, because she shot off like a cherry bomb and nearly as loud too. She clawed at my back and her legs wrapped tightly around my ass. She'd been fucking back solidly all along, even as she'd talked to Mom, but her hips just went wild and she outdid herself for about forty seconds and then went partially limp under me.

I slowed my strokes but I wasn't about to quit; I hadn't shot and this load already had her name on it. Jenny had a hot, tight pussy and she could do things with the insides of it, things that I liked. I paid close attention to my dick and concentrated on trying to pull it as near to completely out as I could without losing my place, and then pushing it back all the way up in her.

"Jesus, Jacob, that was wonderful, I can't believe how good it was," Aunt Jenny said.

"You don't even have to believe it, I'm going to show you again, as soon as you catch your breath," I said, and slid it up her again.

"God, Holly, you've raised such a cocksman, I just can't believe it. I wonder who he learned on," Aunt Jenny asked.

"I learned on Mom, last weekend was the first time I've ever done it," I said.

"Who'd have believed it, my sister raised a child prodigy of fucking. I'm so happy about it too, can I move in Holly, please?" Aunt Jenny asked, and she sounded like she was begging.

"Of course you can, why do you think I went to all this trouble to trick you and get him between your legs?" Mom asked.

"Huh?"

"After the rides he's given me this week, I knew that I couldn't handle him by myself for a whole weekend, especially since there's no school tomorrow," Mom said.

"That's right, there's only the teachers meeting," Jenny said.

"I hope you aren't thinking that you'll be able to make that, at this late date," Mom said.

"Not a chance, I'm not even going to try. It's all just administration bullshit anyway."

"I know; Fred Jackson had the nerve to tell us that if we didn't attend, we would be disciplined. That no-nutted bastard won't even discipline the kids. I went to his office and told him that I'd go ahead and clean my desk out today if that was his attitude.

"He backed right up and started mealy-mouthing and that made me even madder. When I left, I shouted over my shoulders that if he did happen to see me report to work Monday, he might as well get down on his knees and thank Jesus, because I sure as hell wasn't coming back to please him," Mom said.

"They gave that same speech at our school today too, I didn't say anything, but I knew I wasn't about to go to the meeting," Jenny said, and then she lost her train of thought.

I was getting more than a little turned on by the weirdness of the situation. I was seriously fucking my Aunt Jenny, watching her big titties wobble all over her chest, feeling her pussy squeeze hell out of my dick while her legs were trying to pull me in harder and faster with every stroke.

My mother was naked now too and her own titties were swinging and swaying to beat the band as she stirred up trouble with two fingers on her own pussy, and both of them were talking about the teacher's meeting tomorrow. I decided that only teachers could have a conversation with so much other shit going on around them.

I was ready to come anyway, so I started earnestly long dicking my aunt, with fast powerful strokes. It took her mind right off the teacher's meeting and put it back on the fucking she was getting.

"Oh God, Jacob. Oh God. Oh God."

She Oh Goded me with every stroke until the end, and when she popped her cork she threw her head back and screamed for help from the lord.

Jenny's pussy had barely loosened up at all, even after all that fucking, and when I shot my wad up her it felt like gallons. In seconds, I could feel the come squirting back out of her and I guessed that there wasn't room up in her for all of it. I slumped down onto her, panting, and sucked on the closest nipple.

Her legs were still around me and when she caught her breath, she hugged me closer with them and her arms.

"You are such a sweet man, such a sweet baby. I love you so much, Jacob and I can't believe how good you were to me tonight," Jenny told me, as she stroked my back and in my hair.

Mom was kissing on me too, around my neck and on my ears and she was dangling her own titties across my back and shoulder.



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Chapter 5


What, me sleepy; you can forget that. I was just resting on top of Aunt Jenny, with one of her nipples in my mouth. Then I remembered her nipples were smaller than Mom's, even though her titties were a little bigger.

"Mom, why are your nipples bigger than Jenny's, while her breasts are a little bigger than yours?"

"You."

"Huh?"

"You sucked mine all out of shape, when you were breast feeding," she said, and laughed.

"Out of shape, they're not out of shape, I like them fine, even if I am sucking on Aunt Jenny's right now," I said, and Jenny trembled a little.

"God, I'm getting hot again, listening to him discussing our nipples and whose he's sucking at the moment," Jenny said.

"I haven't come unhot all night, and I think it's high time he did a little sucking on mine, even if they are bigger," Mom told her.

"I can deal with that, lets take the covers back to our bed and then get in," I said, feeling my dick finding interest again.

"Oh, that too, our bed. I guess he's been sleeping with you every night," Jenny said.

"Of course, and where do you think you'll be sleeping when you move in?" Mom asked her.

"I don't care if he never lets me sleep, as long as he keeps me awake with that big dick, shit, Holly, I'm in love."

"Join the club sissy, I was in love before he put that thing up me, and it's even stronger now. I couldn't wait until he got it up you too, I knew how you'd feel about it, after you got a taste," Mom said, and then she giggled.

I got off my aunt and then lifted her in my arms. She tried the same thing Mom had, telling me I didn't have to carry her, and I gave her the same answer.

"I'm trying to save your strength Jenny, I promise that you're going to need it soon."

"He means it too. I hope you've learned to give a good blow job, I never have," Mom said.

"I'll teach you, all it takes is a little patience and a lot of tender sucking care," Jenny said, as I carried her toward the bed.

"Wait there, Mom, I'll be right back for you."

My boner was already growing again, after the blowjob discussion. Just thinking about my dick, stuffed into Jenny's face, put lead in my pencil. I carried her to the bed and was glad that Mom already had the sheets turned back. I set her on the far side.

"I'll be right back with Holly, and you can watch me fuck her," I promised.

Mom had bunched up the coverlet and grabbed the pillows, but she hadn't tried to move with them. I was happy that she'd done what I said, it gave me a little thrill somehow, and I decided to tell her so.

"I'm glad that you waited, like I asked."

"It didn't sound like you were asking. I may not be very experienced with men, but I do have sense enough to mind one, when I know he's about to fuck me senseless, in only a few minutes," she said, smiling widely.

"I'm beginning to like your new attitude."

"It's a good thing too, I might need to keep you close for the next twelve to twenty years. We won't know for sure for three or four more days," she said, still smiling.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean what I told you about the first time you were plowing my furrow, with that big rod. We've been fucking like bunnies all week, and haven't used a bit of protection. You could be well on your way to fatherhood already," she said, kissing me as I picked her up.

"I'd forgotten all about that," I said, sheepishly.

"I guess the apple doesn't fall very far from the tree after all," she said.

"Huh."

"Your father forgot all about that too," she said, and giggled this time.

I couldn't help it, I had to laugh too, and after I thought about it a few more seconds, I laughed even harder.

"Now what's so funny?" Mom asked.

"I wonder if Gramps will make me marry you?" I asked, and laughed even more.

Mom lost it too then and she was still laughing when I laid her down beside Jenny.

"What are you two laughing about," Jenny asked.

We couldn't tell her for a while, but finally Mom got hold of herself.

"I was just reminding, Jacob, that we'd been at it hammer and tongs all week without any protection, and that he might be a father already. We were laughing so hard because he asked me, if I thought Daddy would make him marry me," Mom told her, and then they both broke up again and I did too.

We must have laughed for five minutes. Every time one of us would get control of ourselves, we'd look at one of the other two and burst out again. Finally Jenny got her breath back.

"We may have to move to Utah and join the Mormons then," she said.

"I thought that you were on the pill," Mom said, snapping her head around to look directly at Jenny.

"No, I quit them two months after Daddy invited Robert to leave," Jenny said.

"When are you due to start?" Mom asked her.

"Ten days," she said and then they both howled with laughter again.

Of course, I had no idea what any of that meant, I especially didn't realize how dangerously close the time table was. I didn't laugh nearly as hard this time though, and I quit a lot quicker than they did. Mom noticed it after a minute.

"Jacob, don't worry about it, I've already proved that I can raise a child without the help of a man, and I'm sure that Jenny can do as good a job as me. You won't be stuck with us, even if we're both pregnant," she said, kissing me tenderly.

"That isn't it Mom, I'm just sorry that I took such a careless attitude about maybe ruining your life and Jenny's life," I said.

"You wouldn't be ruining my life, and I doubt that Jenny thinks having a baby would ruin hers. You were a joy to raise, and you've been a bigger joy for the last week. I wouldn't trade a second of the time I've had with you for any other man's company.

"It wouldn't surpri... No, I'll let her tell you what she thinks about it. Tell him what you think about maybe getting pregnant, Jenny," Mom said.

"Jacob, nothing would make me happier than having your baby. I'm old enough now to want one pretty bad, but I knew two months after I married Robert that I didn't want one with him, that's why I was on the pill. And I won't try to tie you down to an old woman, if I do get pregnant," she said.

"But won't it break Gramps and Granny's heart?" I asked.

"How sad do they look when you go over to see them? For that matter, neither of us would have to tell him it was your baby. I'd want to though," Mom said.

"Me too, I'd be dying to tell them, but I wouldn't if you wanted it that way," Jenny said.

"I just don't understand."

"Daddy would be so happy he'd probably piss his pants, if he thought that you had gotten us pregnant, he doesn't put much stock in what he calls 'That ridiculous incest taboo, ' none at all in fact," Mom said.

"Did he ever..."

"No, dammit, he wouldn't hear of it and we both tried, I've begged him," Jenny said.

"Me too."

"Then why..."

"Who knows, he's just that way. He always tried to tell me that it was out of respect for mother, but I know she feels the same way about incest that he does. He just didn't want to for some reason," Mom said.

"Why do you think he'd be so happy to know I was doing it then?" I asked.

"He's told me more than once that you were the only man good enough for me," Jenny said, in a quiet little voice.

"Damn, he's told me that same thing and I always thought he just meant as my son. I wonder if he's secretly hoped this would happen all along," Mom said.

"You can't out guess Daddy, he's a wily old fox. I do know that he wouldn't say an unkind word if we called him up right now and told him that Jacob had just finished with me and was starting on you," Jenny said.

"You're probably right, but I'm not sure that I have the nerve to do it, at least until Jacob has finished with me again," Mom said, and giggled.

My dick had gone down during what was a serious discussion for me, but it was climbing right back up, now that Mom and Jenny had let me know it wasn't that serious after all. I pulled Mom to me and kissed her soundly, as I took a titty in each hand and started thumbing her nipples.

She was through giggling at once and more than willing to get into the swing of incest with her baby boy, and I was really happy about that. She pushed me over onto my back and lay on me, wiggling and squirming and generally lighting my fire again.

Aunt Jenny didn't stay down long either; she was kissing around on my neck and ear and trying to reach down to get a hold on my dick. I was glad when she found what she was looking for.

I wanted to keep up with what Jenny was doing, but with Mom's titties so close and her lips locked onto mine, it just wasn't possible. I realized at once what one of the benefits of a mirrored ceiling might be, especially for multi-partner sex.

Twenty-five or so seconds later, I couldn't have given a rat's ass about looking at Jenny, no matter how pretty she was, how big her titties were or how fine her ass, because someone sucked my dick into their mouth about then, and I could tell that they knew exactly what they were doing with it.

It had to be Jenny, because Mom's mouth was occupied on mine, and I knew right away that she hadn't been making an idle brag about knowing how to suck on a dick. Her tongue was making hundred mile per hour laps around my dickhead, and the suction she was putting on made it feel like it would burst, soon.

I wanted to push my hips up and get more of my dick into her mouth, but when I tried, she raised her head enough to foil that trick. She was taking it in slowly, deeper and deeper as she went along, but she had her own pace. I decided to let her do her own magic for the time being, and I put my full attention back onto Mom.

I had to have some nipple play and so I broke the kiss and latched onto one of them. Mom didn't mind, but I nearly laughed, when she reached back to take hold of my Johnson and put her hand in Jenny's face instead; she was surprised and more than a little bit.

She strained her neck into a twist, trying to get an eyeful of Jenny's technique and it nearly pulled the nipple out of my mouth. To bring her back into focus, in the here and now of the upcoming fuzz bumping, I slipped a hand off one titty and pushed it down in among her pubes, finding her clit right away, and giving it a little flick.

Jenny had my balls cupped in one of her hands now, as I slid a finger up into mommy's fire pit. Aunty played with my nuts with her fingers, while she kept up the dick sucking. I pumped my finger in Mom for a couple of minutes, but she was plenty wet enough, so I grabbed one of Jenny's ass cheeks and started tugging her toward me with my weak grip on it.

She resisted for a few seconds, but then she let my dick pop out of her mouth and gave it a kiss on the tip right at the last. She turned around and laid out right up against my side, pressing her titties into me and reaching to suck on my earlobe.

"You're going to fuck my sister now, aren't you?" she asked, in a breathless voice.

"Yes, I am, Aunt Jenny, yes I am."

She shivered all over at that and went back to nipping my earlobe while her hand played on my chest.

I took hold of Mom's waist and moved her back toward my dick. She caught on at once, raising her hips and getting in position to hide my weenie, up her. It was bliss as my dickhead parted her wet pussy lips and heaven as she lowered her tight tunnel around me. I managed to keep still and let her set the pace all the way down.

Good God, her tight pussy felt good, and she didn't need any hints from Jenny about its inner workings. She seemed to stroke and pet my dick with it, even though I know that isn't possible. It was so good though, and looking up at her beautiful face, fat titties and feeling her soft ass settled down on me just made me weak.

Jenny had noticed the vacant space on my upper body and she quickly put her titties and the rest of herself into it, leaning over to squash her twins into my chest and latch her sweet, dick sucking mouth onto my lips. She was a hellacious kisser too.

Mom was just getting up a good head of steam for her locomotion, raising and lowering her delightful ass slowly but surely. I flashed on one of the stories I'd read and I could feel my dick throb inside Mom, while Aunt Jenny's tongue was doing wonderful things in my mouth.

I broke our kiss to whisper in her ear.

"Jenny, I need to practice licking pussy, would you sit on my face?"

"I'll do anything you want me to do, and that sounds like fun. You know that it'll leave Holly and me facing each other don't you?" she asked.

"The thought had crossed my mind," I said.

"You nasty little devil, you want us to kiss and feel up each other don't you?"

"As a matter of fact, yes," I said, smiling.

"Your wish is my command, Holly's too."

She raised and straddled me, facing Mom. Just before her lovely ass blocked my vision, I could see a smile spread over Mom's face. Then there was a pussy in my face; a hot wet pussy, and I started licking it.

"Hi, sissy, whatcha doing?" Jenny asked, with a little girl's voice.

"Just riding Jacob's pony, it's fun, what're you doing?" Mom asked, slipping into little girl mode too.

"I'm riding Jacob's tongue, wanna kiss some?"

"Jacob wants us to, doesn't he? He's so nasty, but it'll be fun too," Mom said, and then their little game was over as they came together above me.

I was really wishing for some mirrors now, but I'm not sure they would have helped. The view out from under Jenny's pussy wasn't really a wide-angle shot. I was having a ball down there though. I loved the taste of her pussy, as much as Mom's, and it felt so hot and sexy with her thighs on me.

I must have been doing a good job, or else kissing on Mom was winding her up, but Jenny started squirming her pussy around on my face, smearing her love oil all over it. I reached up with both arms to see if I could get hold of anyone's titties, and I didn't have any trouble.

I guess they had their arms around each other, because all four titties were unattended. I teased a nipple for each of them and after a minute or two; I switched breasts. Mom had me getting close now and I could tell that she was right there with me. I reached for Jenny's clit with my tongue and when I found it, her ass shifted gears too.

As I whipped her clitty with my tongue, I saw one of her hands reach down to tickle Mom's. That was the beginning of the end of this fuck and it was wrapped up in seconds. Jenny's finger set Mom off and when she went, her pussy took a death grip on my dick. I shot my hips up and started blowing come, and I got Jenny's clit with my lips and sucked hard on it.

They both screamed but I couldn't make a sound, since I was busy sucking. In only a few seconds they crumpled down on me and I loved it. Female flesh was within easy reach, no matter which way I groped.

A few minutes later they'd caught their breath and snuggled up to lay beside me, one on each side. I spent a minute wondering if life could get any better and then drifted off to sleep.

I woke the next morning with my dick in Mom's mouth, while Jenny was coaching her on the blowjob. She must have given her some classroom instruction first, because Mom was already a lot better at it. When she swallowed my dickhead, and kept it down, licking the underside of my shaft all the while, I blew off, moaning loudly.

"How was that?" Jenny asked.

"Great," I said, pulling her down for a kiss.

I pulled Mom to me too, and gave her a thorough kissing, and then we all headed for the shower. It was tight, but we managed to all get in, and a good time was had by me.

They fixed some breakfast next and I was glad because I was starved. After we finished eating we went back to Jenny's apartment and started packing. We didn't try to move any of her furniture, but we got most of her clothes and a lot of the other stuff.

We spent most of the day at that and it was tiring, by the time we stopped and had a little supper, I didn't want to do anything but go to bed.

"See, Holly, he isn't so tough to handle," Jenny said, climbing into bed naked.

"You'll see, we won't have a full day of work for him everyday. We'll be the ones worn out by this time tomorrow," Mom told her.

I decided to keep quiet and go to sleep and that's exactly what I did, intending to be ready to make aunt Jenny eat her words, and other things, first thing in the morning.

Damn, I was sore everywhere when I woke up, it even hurt to reach out and grab hold of Mom's titty. She moaned too when it woke her. I didn't see any need to let Jenny sleep either, so I released Mom's titty and got a grip on one of Jenny's ass cheeks.

"Oh God, it hurts to move," she said, as I pinched her awake.

"When you're right, you're right," I said.

"Who's going to get up and find the aspirin?" Mom asked, pleading.

"I guess I'm elected," I said.

I found them in the bathroom cabinet and I went to the kitchen to get us a big glass of water. Jenny promised to name her first child after me, when I came back with it.

"You'd better," I said, and made the mistake of laughing.

We all took two aspirin and then I got back between them in bed. We went back to sleep for about an hour.

When we were finally able to get out of bed we went to the shower. The warm spray helped us all out and the soapy naked women took my mind off the pain a little. We were still moving slowly, even after we were out and dressed though.

Mom and Jenny made breakfast, while I sat, watching them and drinking coffee. They were only wearing T-shirts and the flashing of a nice bun every now and then along with their wobbling titties had me hard the whole time, even though my sore muscles kept telling me that I did not want to get anything started.

After breakfast, we sat in the living room and tried to find something on TV. We had to settle for CNN, but we really weren't watching it. Mom finally decided that we needed to go for a walk, or something, to get our muscles warmed up.

"I don't want my muscles warmed up, I want them to quit hurting," Jenny said.

"Mom is right, if we just lay around, it will take longer for them to stop," I said.

"Oh, all right, come on, Holly, we can't go walking dressed like this," Jenny said, then she and Mom went into the bedroom.

I went to my bedroom to put on some sweats and shoes. Of course, I was ready a half-hour before they were, but when they came out in those sexy shorts, I didn't mind. They'd put on bras for this, and I even liked that for a change of pace.

"Did you put on panties too?" I asked.

"Yes, we're wearing panties," Mom said.

"Good, if we get rid of these stiff muscles, I might be able to pull them off you when we get back. I've got one muscle that will stay stiff," I said, leering.

"Oh God, Holly, I see what you mean. We have to find him a couple of girlfriends too," Jenny said, but she was smiling.

We headed out toward a nearby park where a lot of people jogged and stuff. We were walking along a little trail, minding our own business, when a guy jogged past us. He let out a half assed wolf whistle as he went by. It chapped my ass a little but I couldn't really blame him.

He went on up the trail, but then he turned around and came back by the other way, smiling like a big goofball and staring hard at Mom and Jenny. I could just tell that he was some kind of clueless fitness geek, and I wondered about him being able to jog, without his pocket protector.

He slowed down as he approached and I looked him over, expecting him to stop and try talking to Mom and Jenny. He was six foot, maybe six one and so thin that he looked like he hadn't eaten in a week. I was glad when he didn't stop; I guess even he could see that he didn't have a hope in hell.

A few minutes later I heard someone else jogging up behind us but I didn't turn around to see who it was. It was the same guy though and when he went by this time he reached out and slapped Jenny lightly on the ass, then he kicked his pace up to run off.

Aunt Jenny squeaked when he did it, but the guy was already ahead, before I realized what he'd done. I didn't need this shit with my muscles so sore, but it was here now and I broke into a sprint.

I could tell that I would catch him easily after four paces. I was the fastest guy at our school and by a good bit. It was thanks to my long gone father probably, but I could do a 10.3 hundred and I was pounding on the guys heels in only a few seconds.

He heard me coming, no doubt, so he tried to speed up even more, and he wisely didn't try to look back. It didn't do him a bit of good though, and when I was on him, I let him have it, as hard as I could, right above the kidneys. I thought about wrapping him up, like a real tackle, but I didn't, because my arms were bare and the trail was gravel.

I just rode him down, hard. He was too stunned to squirm much, and before he knew what was happening, I had one of his arms behind him, and was pulling his hand up toward his head with all my strength. I'd never heard a man scream like that before.

"Oh, oh, God that hurts. Please stop, please," he begged.

"That was my aunt, you son of a bitch, and it was also sexual assault. She's probably calling the cops now, on her cell phone," I told him, and then the real begging started.

I know that he would have gotten on his knees to beg if I'd turned him loose, but I didn't. He was still pissing and moaning when Mom and Jenny got there.

"What have you caught, Jacob," Mom asked.

"I think it's a real live pervert, Mom," I said.

"At least, but not much of one," Jenny said.

"You want me to hold him while you call the cops?" I asked, and he started begging out loud again.

"Too much paper work, just rough him up a little and send him on his way. By the way, asshole, if we see you here again, I'm going to let Jacob really hurt you," Mom told him, then she and Jenny walked on.

I gave his arm another yank and then let him have a hard fist right over a kidney. Turning him loose, I kicked him squarely in the ass, and turned around to catch up.

"Damn Jacob, I didn't know you were so fast, or so strong," Jenny said, bragging on me when I caught up.

"I have to be, to keep all the other men away from my harem," I said, and laughed a little.

"We'll have to get some of those slave girl outfits Jenny, to show him our appreciation," Mom said, giggling now too.

"I'm going to show him my appreciation all right, but not with an outfit. I'm going to show him with a blow job," she said.

"Me too, Jenny, me too," Mom said.

I walked out a little in front of them then and made a big show of looking all around. I know it made them curious and finally Mom asked.

"What are you doing, Jacob?"

"I'm looking for somebody else's ass to kick," I said, and they howled.

Mom and Jenny weren't lying either. We all felt a lot better by the time we got home and they ganged up on me. They spent nearly an hour licking, kissing and sucking on my dick before they let me come. It was so good that I was asleep in five minutes.

I didn't sleep long, maybe fifteen minutes and then woke to find myself surrounded and snuggled between them. It seemed like a good time to practice licking pussy to me, and later I just had to see if my dick would still go up them.

We broke for supper around six and then retired for the night, to get down to some serious incest.

Sunday morning, I woke up with a major boner and I couldn't wait to hide it in Mom. Then Jenny went down and sucked it up hard again, so I hid it in her. Things were really going right in my life.

We scrambled out of bed around eleven, showered and ate breakfast and then dressed to visit Gramps and Granny.

They both bragged on how big I was getting and of course Mom and Jenny had to tell them about the pervert incident. Gramps chastised them a little about not calling the cops.

"I know it would have been a hassle to deal with them, but you could have called me too, and I'd have made it as easy as possible. I'm sure that he'll steer clear of you two now, especially if he sees Jacob, but he's still loose and he might just pick a weaker victim, next time," Gramps told them.

"But Daddy, all he did was swat me on the ass," Jenny said.

"That's all he did before Jacob stopped him, that doesn't mean it's all he'd have done if he had gotten away with that. You didn't get a chance to see his next move," Gramps said.

I decided that Gramps was right; if I'd left the guy alone, he might have tried something else later. Maybe I should have tried to break his neck with that tackle, instead of just skinning him up.

We moved on, mostly talking about Jenny moving in with us. Gramps and Granny thought it was a great idea, and I noticed both of them looking at me differently when they thought I couldn't see it. They also passed a few looks between themselves. I guess Mom and Jenny knew them better than I thought.

We got back home around six, had a light supper and were in bed by seven. Mom had insisted, since we'd need to leave a little earlier tomorrow for me to take Jenny to work too. We consoled ourselves over the upcoming school week with a miniature orgy.

We didn't even have time for me to get a blowjob the next morning, but I did get a treat when I let Jenny out at her school. She gave me a naked beaver shot.

"You're going to teach commando today, huh," I asked, as she gave me a kiss goodbye.

"Not on your life, I've got a pair of panties in my purse, I just wanted to make sure you'd remember to pick me up this afternoon."

Mom gave me a look at her naked heart too, when she got out, but she told me that she didn't have to worry about panties, since she taught such young kids.

My day at school seemed boring after the way it started, but things picked right back up that afternoon. I got Mom first and she showed me that her pussy was still there for me to look at. When I let Jenny in, I saw that, if she'd worn panties that day, she'd taken them off before she got in the car. I was in a hurry to get home.

"You don't have to rush, Jacob. Holly and I will still be horny when you get us home," Jenny teased me.

"Not for long," I bragged, and I did my best when we did get there.

We ate supper almost right away and went directly to bed. Mom said it beat hell out of a few glasses of wine and the TV.

I guess you might say we got into a routine for the workweek. We went to school, came home, ate and got into bed. I could live with that, and it looked like that was the way we'd keep on for a while, until Thursday afternoon.

The phone was ringing when we got in the door and Mom picked it up.

"Hello."

"This is Holly Felton."

That's all I heard, since Jenny needed me to help her get her panties off. She was on her hands and knees on the bed, and I was committing incest, dog style, when Mom finally came in, dropping her clothes to join us.

"You and I aren't going to work tomorrow, Jenny," Mom said.

"Uh. What are we going to be doing," Jenny said, pushing her ass back at me harder.

"We're going to a job interview," Mom told her, and all at once I was fucking air.

"A job interview," Jenny said, as she turned around and sat on the bed.

"Yes, a job interview, but I didn't mean to cause fuckus interuptus. Lay down Jacob, I'll take care of that," Mom said, and when I did, she straddled my hips and impaled herself.

"What kind of job interview are we going on," Jenny asked.

"Do you know who Jackson Breslin is?" Mom asked her.

"Sure, he's the head of that big firm, downtown. Daddy knows him and always spoke highly of him."

"His son, Jack Breslin, has twin girls and a son. I think the girls are around sixteen and the son is almost exactly Jacob's age," Mom said, as she started posting on my pole.

"That was Jack Breslin's wife, Sharon, and she said that they want to home school the three, starting as soon as possible," Mom said.

"Well what kind of job would that be, surely it doesn't pay much. Usually people that home school their kids don't have a lot of money to spend on it," Jenny said.

"Jenny, they're filthy rich, even though she sounded really nice. She told me that it would pay considerably more than what the state pays, and that the benefits were much better," Mom said.

"I can't believe that, and why are both of us going?" Jenny asked.

"I suggested that, but she seemed glad that I did. I told her if it wasn't right for me, or if she didn't think I was the one, that you might be interested," Mom said, and she was more or less just trotting along now, not trying to get to the finish, but giving me thrills by the second anyway.

"I don't mind taking another day off, but I still can't see it being worth our while," Jenny said.

"Since I've stolen your place, why don't you go call Daddy and see what he thinks," Mom suggested.

Aunt Jenny headed into the other room to use the phone and Mom turned her considerable attentions back to me.

"You know, Jacob, I'm beginning to see how much I really like fucking, roll me over and pound me, how bout it?"

I was happy to and in a few seconds I was between mother's legs and they were coming up around my ass for a good grip. I pushed it up her as far as it would go and then just hammered it in and out. God almighty, it got good for a few minutes there.

Mom and I were lying side-by-side, kissing and cuddling, when Jenny came back in, a few minutes later, and she looked shocked.

"What did Daddy say?" Mom asked her.

"He said that the Breslin's were probably the nicest and most generous people that had ever been in Atlanta. I had a hard time getting him to quit singing the old man's praises, and he said that Jack was even nicer than his father. He doesn't know the boy, or the twins, and barely knows Sharon.

"I asked him if he thought they could pay a decent salary for a teacher to home school their kids. He said that Jack pays his receptionist seventy-five thousand a year," she said, and just sat on the edge of the bed.

"Jesus, that's more than both of us make," Mom said.

"Oh, he knew more too, like the benefits she mentioned. Daddy said the only insurance they carry is for catastrophic illness or injury. They cover their employees themselves, fully; prescriptions, dental and everything," Jenny said.

"That would be great, imagine not having to spend a day on paperwork for a doctor visit," Mom said.

"Oh, and get this, do you remember that murder a few weeks ago, in that apartment complex, near the college?"

"Yes, they haven't caught anyone yet," Mom said.

"Daddy said that Jimmy's tutor lived in that complex, and that when Jack found out about the murder, he called all his kids out of school and sent Jimmy over to pick the girl up. They moved her into their home, and now a limo takes her to class, and waits for her to get out," Jenny said.

"You and I may end up mud wrestling for this job, with Jacob as the referee," Mom said.

"Daddy doesn't think so, he says that they'll hire us both," Jenny said.

"Why would they hire us both, it's only three kids?"

"I don't know, but Daddy said to count on it."

"Well, what am I going to do tomorrow?" I asked.

"Go to school, they aren't hiring a stud yet," Mom said, and then they both giggled.

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"My Mom's Fuzzy Heart" is final with this chapter, but all the characters are moving into Jimmy's house in "I Feel Lucky." I hope you enjoyed this part and that you'll continue to follow Jacob, Holly, and Jenny in their new home.

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