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                             Spring Training
                                by colt45

Copyright© 2004 by colt45


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Description: The story of a young mother who wants to get in shape for her class reunion. Asking her son for help, she loses a little weight and gains a whole lot of love. 

Codes: MF mF FF harem rom 1st teen cons inc mother son bi het lght OF anal mastrb lac preg
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Chapter 1



Debbie looked at her reflection in the mirror and back down at the card she held in her hand. She was not pleased with what she saw in either. What she saw was a middle-aged woman with a "matronly" figure; the face was still pretty but the body had definitely softened with age.

Twenty-year high-school class reunion, she thought. Has it really been that long?

"Yes it has," she said aloud to the reflection, "and you've really let yourself go. You look like crap!"

She took stock of what six years of widowhood and the resulting inattention to her personal appearance had wrought. Thirty-eight years old, a pretty face with just a hint under the puffiness of the beauty that had been there before, shoulder length blond hair, dark almost to the point of being brunette, tall at five feet ten with a bosom that would have been enormous on a smaller frame. Her legs had once been slender but now were beginning to thicken, especially as they flared into cellulite-covered thighs and a well-rounded buttocks. She was carrying about 30 more pounds than she should and looked it.

I can't go looking like this! she thought. The least I can do is lose a little weight and get in shape! Looks like I better spend some time in the gym.

Walking over to the dresser, she rooted through the drawers for some workout clothes. Nothing she found seemed to fit. Everything was about two sizes too small; even the athletic bra fit her like the skin on a sausage. Settling for an old pair of her husbands' sweatpants and sweatshirt she headed downstairs to the basement.

When her husband was killed in a commuter airline crash the resulting insurance and lawsuit settlement had left her a fairly wealthy woman. With part of her newfound wealth she had had a portion of the basement professionally remodeled into a small but well equipped gymnasium. She had envisioned working out as a therapy to help deaden the pain of her loss, but also anticipated that her then 12-year-old son Mark would use it as he grew up. She had been half-right. While her grief therapy had consisted mostly of Ben and Jerry's ice cream, Mark had become seriously involved in athletics and spent a considerable amount of his time there.

Walking down the basement steps she could hear loud music coming from the direction of the gym. As she opened the door and looked around she was assaulted by the blaring sound. The gym was a well-lighted, 20-by-30 area filled, but not overly crowded, with gleaming exercise and weight equipment. It looked even bigger than it was due to the mirrors that had been installed on every wall giving an illusion of great depth to the room.

Debbie glanced around the room and her eyes settled on her son off to one side. He was flat on his back at one of the machines pushing a bar vertically into the air above his chest. She walked towards him, noticing the numbers on the weights behind his head as they rose and fell with the rhythm of his expanding chest. Two-hundred twenty pounds they said. My God, she though! He's lifting almost one and a half times what I weigh!

As she approached the weight machine Mark slowly lowered the bar, took a deep breath and sat up.

"Oh, hi, Mom," he said. "You need me for something?"

"No honey. I just thought I would get a little exercise myself."

"Great idea. I was just finishing up for today; you want me to help you with anything?" He stood up and stretched. When he did, Debbie involuntary took in a little breath.

Mark was now seventeen years old, almost eighteen, stood just over six feet tall and weight about 180 lbs. He was in superb condition with broad shoulders and a muscular torso that tapered down to relatively slim hips. His shirt was off and she could see every muscle rolling beneath his skin as if they were chiseled in stone. He split his time between playing wide receiver on the varsity football team and the wrestling squad and looked every inch the athletic god that he was.

He was state runner-up this year,  she thought to herself, and next year he'll be state champion. Then it seemed to hit her all at once: My God, he's beautiful! She couldn't remember the last time she had seen him without his shirt or wrestling singlet and was stunned by the sheer perfection of his body. The slight glistening of sweat covering his chest combined with the slight musk smell of a heated male animal magnified the sense of a herd bull in his prime. Her stomach suddenly felt like a knot had been twisted in her intestines. No, she thought, not just my stomach, lower. For the first time in over six years Debbie felt a stab of desire between her legs, a warm moist feeling that she had thought gone forever.

Trying to remain nonchalant she turned her head away and said, "N-no, I think, well, I guess I'll just try some of these on my own."

"Ok, Mom, whatever you say. I'm going to take a shower and get some studying done. Exams are coming up soon and I want to be prepared. Do you want me to change the station for you before I leave?"

"No, this one is okay, but could you turn it down a little?"

"Sure, no problem! I like my head-banging tunes loud when I pump iron. Gets the juices flowing ya know." He flexed his chest and loudly grunted "Uhr-raw!" He walked over and turned a knob on a panel next to the door. The volume of the music lessened considerably and he headed into the combination shower/toilet next to the gym.

His final flex set off twinges in her lower abdomen again and as she watched him stroll from the room she couldn't help but think, He is going to have to beat the girls off with a stick soon. Then another thought came to he unbidden. Or maybe they are going to have to beat his stick off! She couldn't help but think, With that package up on top, what is the package like below? Blushing furiously at her last thought she turned back to the gym.

"Where to start?" she asked herself aloud. Maybe a little run on the treadmill will "get the juices flowing",  she thought. Putting thought to action she walked over to the machine in question. Having used it a few times when it was first installed she had some slight idea of how it worked. Reaching over she flipped the on/off switch. The treadmill softly hummed and the long rubber tread started to move, the readout on the panel read "6 MPH." Thinking that was awfully slow she hit the increase-speed button until it was going 10 mph.

That should do it,  she thought. The faster I go the faster I'll get rid of this flab!

Jumping onto the moving belt she immediately found herself running as fast as she could just to keep from being thrown off. This is just what I need!

Five minutes later she was breathing heavily and starting to sweat. After seven minutes her heart was pounding, her lungs were on fire and her legs began to feel like lead. At ten minutes she couldn't keep up and was practically thrown off the machine.

"Oh my God, oh my God," she gasped. She struggled up the treadmills readout and look at the calories-burned reading: it said 10. She had about killed herself and had burned fewer calories than what she would get in one spoonful of ice cream! She felt like crying.

Over the next few weeks Debbie did her best to continue with her workouts. She was convinced that the more she sweated, the more she would lose. She ran on the treadmill until it hurt and stopped then tried some of the weights but they hurt too much. Trying everything she could think of and at the end of two weeks she weighed herself again, she had lost only one pound! She was devastated!

Coming home from his last day of school Mark found his mother with her head in her arms sobbing at the kitchen table.

"Mom, what's the matter? Are you all right?" he cried.

"Oh, Mark, I am such a mess!" still sobbing as she raised her head. "I tried and I tried but I just can't do it! I'm a cow and that's the way everybody is going to see me!"

"What are you talking about, Mom?" He was puzzled but could sense there was no immediate danger. "You're no cow! What's this all about?"

Debbie proceeded to tell him about the upcoming reunion and her attempts to get back into shape, her subsequent failure and utter sense of hopelessness.

"Is this really that important to you, Mom? I mean I think you're pretty and if you could stand to lose a few pounds, well that's okay too."

"Yes, it's important to me," said Debbie, "I hadn't realized just how important it was until just how. For the past few years I feel I have been drifting: no purpose, no focus, and no direction. I want that back. I want to feel good about myself; I want you to feel good about me! I feel like if I can't do this I'll be a useless lump for the rest of my life."

"Well, how about getting yourself a personal trainer, someone to come in and help you? Just like when my coaches run us through our conditioning. Sometimes it takes someone outside of ourselves to keep us motivated and focused on our goal."

"Oh no! I can't have some stranger in here. I just can't!" Debbie started to sob again, but then she suddenly stopped and looked up at Mark. "But what about you? You've done this before, you know how to get in shape and stay there! You can do this for me!"

"I don't know, Mom," he hesitated. "I know what coaches do to us when we go through conditioning. It's tough, even brutal! I don't know if I could do that to you."

"Please, you must! If you love me you'll help me! I don't care how you do it, or what you do to me, just help me get this done! Please, Mark, I'm begging you! Please help me!" She grabbed his hands and looked desperately into his eyes.

"Okay, Mom, okay, I'll help you all I can. But you know this isn't easy. It's going to take a lot of hard work, dedication and motivation. You may even end up hating me before it's all done," he said looking at her with an almost sad expression.

"Baby, I could never hate you! But I really need to do this, and not just for my silly reunion. I need to do this for me, so I can look myself in the mirror in the mornings, so I can have some pride in myself, and I want you to be proud of me too!" Debbie's eyes were still puffy and red from crying, but there was a glint of determination there also.

"Okay," Mark said, "then we start tomorrow. Today we begin by changing your diet and you need to pick up some new workout clothes. I'll get a training schedule set up and pick up a few things myself. You know, Mom," Mark said with an evil gleam in his eye, "this is going to hurt you a lot worse than it's going to hurt me!"

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"Time to get up! Let's go! Get out of bed!"

Debbie rolled over and looked at her clock. Six o'clock! She rolled back over and looked at Mark standing in the doorway. "You have got to be kidding. We'll start in a few hours; now let me get some sleep."

"Get out of bed, you fat cow! Move it!" Marks voice was loud but not to the point of shouting.

"Mark! You can't talk to me at way. What are you thinking of?"

"From now on you will address me as Coach. Not Mark, not son, not baby or honey. Do you understand? If we're going to do this it will be my way or no way!"

Debbie took a short intake of breath and looked into he son's unblinking eyes. What she saw sent a chill down her spine. She felt a little apprehension, a little confusion, and maybe even a little fear. But there was also a hint of something else, a warmth in the pit of her stomach, a sense of pleasure, just a hint, but still there. Here was someone who cares about me, someone who will take care of me. Someone to look up to after all these years.

"Yes Mar ... Coach," she whispered. "We'll do it your way."

"Good," he said, "then get your ass down in the gym right now." He turned around without a backward glance and strode away.

She got out of bed quickly making her way to the bathroom where she did her business and put on her new spandex workout clothes she'd laid out the night before. Still a little lightheaded from sleep, she went down to the basement gym.

Mark was standing in the middle of the gym floor looking straight at her as she entered the room. He had his feet placed shoulder width apart and his hands clasped behind his back. His faced showed no expression and his eyes glinted like two pieces of pale blue ice. He was wearing a tight pair of nylon coach's shorts and a gray t-shirt that emphasized rather than hid his muscular build. Her heart started beating rapidly when she saw him, wondering just what she'd gotten herself into. But like a rabbit caught by the eyes of a snake, she couldn't do anything but stand there and tremble.

"You will start with warming up exercises," he said. "Watch what I do and follow along exactly." He proceeded to show her how to stretch her legs, arms, abdomen and back.

"You will begin and end each session with this routine. Do you understand?"

"Yes, dear ... I mean Coach."

"Good, now begin." Mark watched his mother try to repeat the stretching exercises he'd just shown her. His heart had been beating faster since he woke his mom up that morning. This is a real rush, he thought to himself. He had never felt this kind of power before, having always been on the receiving end of this kind of "coaching." He could even feel his dick start to get semi-hard. It wasn't that he found his mom all that sexually appealing ― in fact the flab rolls squeezed out between her warm-up clothes were fairly unattractive ― but the thought of dominating and controlling someone was exciting. And while he was at it he had to admit that even though she wasn't in the best of shape his mom did have a pretty face and if she lost weight could be very attractive. Debbie groaned as she finished her stretching and stood up.

"Now we will start you on the treadmill. This should get your heart rate up. Get up here and let's get you started." Moving over to the treadmill Debbie stepped onto the dreaded belt. Mark reached over and started the machine, setting the level at 3 mph. The speed was that of a comfortable, if fast, walk so Debbie had no trouble keeping up. Mark picked up a clip that was attached to the treadmill by a long thin wire. Uncoiling the wire he attached the clip to her earlobe.

"This is a heart rate monitor. Your target heart rate is 120 beats per minute. Let's see how long it takes you to get up to that level." A small heart begin to flash on the treadmill's display and the number 98 appeared next to it. After two minutes the number started to slowly increase, first to 100 then to 105.

"This is pretty easy, Coach. I don't think I'll ever get to 120," Debbie said with a smile.

"Just shut up and save your breath; in about five minutes you're going to need it!" Mark looked at her unsmilingly with ice-cold eyes. "You will not question me do you understand?" When she didn't say anything he repeated, "Do, you, understand?"

"Yes! Yes, I understand, uh Coach!" That feeling in the pit of her stomach was back: a little fear mixed with a little excitement. God, he's sexy when he speaks to me like that, she thought. Blushing at that thought she turned and focused on the display: the heart rate now read 115.

"Good. Now listen while I explain your regime for the next few months." He began to tell her how she would get up every morning for a brief one and a half-hour warm-up followed by breakfast and a one-hour break. This would be followed by an intense two-hour workout. After lunch there would be another one-hour break followed by another two-hour workout, a soaking in the hot tub and then dinner.

"The rest of the evening will be yours, if you can move by then," he said with a hint of a smile.

While he was explaining her program beads of sweat began to break out on her forehead. What she thought was an easy pace was beginning to wear her down and her breath started to come in little gasps.

Looking at the display Mark saw her heart rate was now over 120, climbing up to 125. "Good," he said, "you are now at your target rate, we will keep this up for the next 10 minutes."

Debbie was starting to get tired and slowed down, moving back on the belt a little.

"Keep moving, bitch!" he shouted and gave her a light smack on the butt with his hand. The little tap, while not painful, surprised her so much she involuntarily sped up to match the machine. In fact it distracted her so much she entirely forgot that he had just called her a bitch.

At the end of ten minutes Mark turned off the treadmill and allowed her to get off. She was covered with sweat and visibly laboring for breath.

"Now we will continue the workout." True to his word Mark led her through a series of aerobic exercises and calisthenics for the next half-hour ending with the stretching routine he had shown her earlier. By the end of the workout she felt completely worn out.

"Good start. Now go get a hot shower and come upstairs for breakfast."

His praise made her feel good and helped relieve the ache in her muscles. Although she wasn't really that hungry the thought of some breakfast made her stomach growl. She went next door, stripped for the shower and got under the hot running water. As she exited the shower area she remembered she hadn't brought anything down to put on. The thought of putting on her sweat-soaked workout clothes didn't appeal to her so she put on one of the long, terrycloth robes they kept down there for just such an occasion.

When she walked into the kitchen she found that breakfast had already been laid out. A glass of tomato juice, coffee, a large bowl of unsweetened cereal and two eggs.

"I don't think I can eat all this!" she exclaimed.

"You will," said Mark. "Your body needs the fuel. Remember this was just a light workout; the real workouts come later."

As she sat she could feel her muscles tighten. A feeling of lethargy seemed to pull her down into a dark pit. What was she thinking? She would never be able to do this! But she really had to try; she couldn't give up this easily. What would Mark think of her? The thought of her son as he put her through the paces of the workout gave her that queasy feeling again, and maybe something more. She felt something like an itch between her legs. She crossed her legs and clamped down hard. She knew what she felt wasn't right, but she was too tired to care and besides nobody but herself would know what she was thinking.

When they had finished breakfast Mark got up and said, "You clean up in here. I want you down in the gym and ready to go in one hour." With that he turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Who does he think he is? she thought. Do I have House Slave written across my back? She grumbled to herself even as she cleaned up and put away the breakfast dishes.

One hour later she discovered what Mark had meant by a "real" workout. After stretching he led her through a series of rigorous exercises including the stairclimber ― a truly hideous torture device ― weightlifting and short runs on the treadmill. By the end her muscles felt like jelly and she could barely see straight.

Shower, lunch, clean, start again. By the end of the day she felt like someone had beaten her all over her body. After the dinner dishes were done it was almost more than she could do to drag herself to bed and cry herself to sleep.

The next four days were a nightmare. She felt like she had died and gone to Hell. Her body was continually in pain. She was so tired she couldn't even work herself up to a good cry. Through it all Mark had been relentless. "Move it, you bitch!" "Get your fat ass going, you cow!" Never once did he smile. His only praise was to now and then say, "Not bad for a fat broad." Oh how he must hate me, she thought. What did I do to deserve this?

By the end of the last workout on Friday she could do nothing more than sit in the bottom of the shower stall crying while the water poured down on her.

It took her a minute to realize that the water had stopped. She looked up to see Mark smiling with a big towel held out for her.

"Mom, you've done wonderfully. Come here and get dried off, I have a special surprise for you."

At first she could only think to herself, My God, he is seeing me naked! But she was too tired to even work up a concern. She stood up on wobbly legs while he began to towel her dry. When he finished he draped her in a clean dry towel and then wrapped her hair in a second towel. He took her hand and led her out of the shower into the changing room.

"Time to weigh in, Mom. Here, step up on the scales." She noticed that a set of medical scales had been set up. He pulled her over to the scales and had her stand on them. Five pounds! That is all she had lost, just five pounds! Tears started to well up in her eyes.

"I only lost five pounds! Oh Mark, I can't do this! All this and only five pounds!" She started to cry and almost fell off the scales.

Mark grabbed her and pulled her to him resting her head on his shoulder. "No Mom, this is fantastic! Five pounds is a tremendous amount. This is a great start! I couldn't be prouder of you!"

She sniffed and looked up at him. "Do you really mean that?"

"Yes, I do. Do you realize you have to burn off about thirty-five hundred calories just to lose one pound of fat? That's one hell of a lot if you think about it, more than twice what you should eat in a normal day. That's why it so damned hard for most people to lose weight and why it takes so long. Nobody said this was going to be easy or quick. Now, come over here. I have a special surprise for you." He pulled her close again and kissed her forehead sending a tingle up and down her body. Taking her hand again he gently pulled her over to a low table that had been set up on the far side of the room. The table was about waist high and had been draped with towels.

"I borrowed this from the school training room; they said I could use it for the summer. Now, lie down, face down, and let's see if we can't help those sore muscles of yours." He turned her around and unbound the towel. Keeping it wrapped around her he gently pushed her down onto the table pulling the towel back and draping it over her so that it covered her buttocks and most of her back.

Oh this is wonderful, she thought, he's going to let me sleep for awhile. Just as she was drifting off she felt something wet and warm touch her calf.

"This is called therapeutic massage, Mom. It's something they teach us in sports medicine. This is warm baby oil; it helps the massage and it's pretty good for the skin too. Just try to relax; I think you'll really like this!"

Starting with her foot and slowly working his way up her leg he gently worked on her cramped muscles, concentrating on those areas where he felt knots and spasms. First one leg then the other, his kneading fingers worked from the tips of her toes to the top of her thigh just below where the towel started.

Debbie was in heaven. She had never felt anything like this before. As intense as the pain had been, the pleasure was even greater. Half asleep she felt like every nerve he touched burned with electricity. As he worked up to the top of her other thigh her legs relaxed on their own, parting slightly. I don't have any underwear on, she thought; I'll bet he can see right up to my pussy! I really should do something about that, she thought dreamily. But just as she was beginning to stir the hands left her thigh and started working on her neck and shoulders. Once he started working the tight knots out of her neck all thoughts of moving disappeared. He can jump on and fuck me, she thought. I don't care! Just so he doesn't stop! Actually the thought of having him jump on and fucking her brought a little smile to her lips, and a little moisture to her vagina. It had been so long and he was so handsome! What a nice little fantasy!

For his part Mark couldn't believe how good it felt to be massaging his mom! He knew he had been hard on her all week. He was determined to be ruthless and he had been. But he also knew the first couple of weeks had to be the hardest or they would get nowhere. He knew how good a massage felt on aching muscles and he wanted to reward his mom for all the hard work she'd put in over the past week.

But he never thought of how good it would feel to him! The warm oil helped his hands glide over her flesh, finding the tense stiff muscles and kneading out the knots. She was still overweight and looked it, but her skin felt good and as he worked his way up her legs they seemed to relax and open all by themselves. He could see her pubic hair under the edge of the towel where her legs met and after her legs relaxed and parted he could just barely see a little pink outline of her cunt lips! After finishing her legs he had a raging hard-on, for his mom yet! As he reached the top of her thighs she stiffened a little and started to move. He decided he had spent enough time there and started on her neck and shoulders. As soon as he touched her neck he could feel her let go with a soft sigh and relax completely.

Pushing the towel down her back to just above her buttocks he began working on her back and arms. Too soon he was finished.

"Mom," he said softly, "Mom, it time to get up. Here's a robe. Why don't you go upstairs and get dressed. I'll have dinner ready in about half an hour."

She moaned softly and climbed off the table keeping her back to him. She stuck her arms into the robe he held for her and dropped the towel. Wrapping the robe around her and with his arms around her middle he tied the belt. She turned around to face him, still within his arms and leaned into him.

"That was the most wonderful thing I have ever felt," she murmured into his chest. "Thank you, Mark." Her eyes widened a little and she pushed away. "I'm sorry, I mean Coach."

"No, Mom," he smiled, "its Mark now. It's the weekend; I'm only the coach during the week. Your ass is mine during the week but the weekends are all yours. You worked hard and you deserve a break." His smile dropped a little and the icy glint was back in his eyes, "Within reason that is of course."

"Yes, sir!" she said, that tingle coming back as he spoke. "I'll just go upstairs and get dressed!" She reached up and placed her hand on his cheek. "That was truly the most wonderful feeling I have ever had. When can I have another?"

Taking her hand in his Mark said, "When you work hard. You earn a massage; it's not automatic. Hard work, a massage; slack off, nothing."

"Okay, baby, I understand. I'll see you at dinner." She leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. She turned and walked out the door. Mark brought his fingers to his lips. I wonder what that was all about? he thought. Well, it's nice no matter what.

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Chapter 2



Dinner was pleasant but nothing special. After doing the kitchen cleanup, she didn't even think about whose job it was anymore; she wandered into the living room and sat down next to Mark on the couch while he watched TV. She curled up with her feet tucked under and dozed leaning against his shoulder. He put his arm around her and they cuddled there on the couch like it was the most natural thing to do.

The rest of the weekend was laundry, housecleaning and grocery shopping: everything that she couldn't get done during the week because she was too exhausted to even move. The one exception being that on Saturday night Mark recommended that they go see a movie as a treat. Debbie thought it was wonderful, except when Mark forbid her from getting butter on the popcorn. The icy glare and the lowered voice menacing when he said, "No butter, do you think we worked your ass off all week just so you can have butter on your popcorn?"

That look and the voice gave her a shiver she was expecting, with some anticipation if she was honest with herself. The tingle that little bit of domination gave along with a moistening of her vagina caused her to smile at herself. My God! she thought. I feel like I'm dating my son! They held hands through the entire movie; she hadn't felt so alive in years!

Monday morning the regimen started again. The workouts were back and so was the coach. Mark was just as relentless and just as unforgiving as he had been the week prior. He called her names, smacked her ass when she didn't move fast enough and generally drove her as hard as he could. The difference was that now she had a goal other than her weight loss. She knew if she busted her butt, really put forth the effort she would earn that small part of heaven that a massage gave her. And for the next three days she sweated and pushed, really driving herself.

At the end of each day there was Mark holding a towel for her as she left the shower. She didn't even think about him seeing her naked anymore. It seemed so natural when he wrapped that towel around her and led her to the table where he would take her to nirvana!

Each time they would start the same way. She would lie face down on the table while Mark draped the towel over her buttocks. She could feel the tension and pain seem to ooze out of her pours as he started on her feet and slowly worked his way up to her calf, around the knees and up to the meaty part of her thighs. By this time their routine included a number of exercises designed to turn her "butt of flab" into "buns of steel" and her butt cheeks ached and felt like they consisted of hundreds of tiny knots. She secretly wished he would keep going higher and use those magic fingers to relieve the soreness she felt, but she wasn't sure that was such a good idea. She came close to begging him to massage her ass; the problem was it wasn't just her butt that ached. With every caress, every slow kneading of her sore muscles she could feel the desire build up in the pit of her stomach. Longings so long absent were beginning to resurface. She could feel her pussy first become moist, then wet and finally it felt like her lubricating juices were flowing out and puddling on the table. When he touched her legs they would go limp like they had been deboned and they would spread, not wide enough to make it obvious, but wide enough to offer an unrestricted view of her sex.

All thoughts of modesty had been forgotten long ago. If he wants to see his mom's old pussy, she thought, then let 'im, he's certainly earned it. It can't be very interesting to him, she mused. He can probably have all the young cunt at school he wants. That thought brought a stabbing flare of jealousy to her stomach!

She was certainly wrong about his interest. Every day the rush he received from dominating his mother got a little bit better. Each time he yelled at her, smacked her ass, or ordered her around he felt a surge of excitement. This excitement began to manifest itself as a sexual excitement. He had to keep rigorous control of himself to keep from sporting a hard-on throughout their workout sessions. But when it came to the massage at the end of the day that was impossible. Almost from the minute his mother lay on the table his dick was as uncomfortably stiff as a piece of steel and it remained so until he could get upstairs and jack off before dinner. Although he conscientiously worked over every part of her body, his favorite time was when we worked on her legs.

Almost like magic her legs would relax and splay open when he began rubbing her feet. As he moved up her calf and toward the thigh he would be privileged to see her vagina in all its glory. It's not like she held her legs open for him but he could see under the towel and view the wisps of soft brown pubic hair and the unbelievably pink slit of her cunt. It was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. He really wanted to feel her ass in his hands, soothe the still plump globes under his fingers. The rolls of fat were still there but he could sense the change in her practically day by day. Her legs were becoming firmer; the "wings" under her arms were less pronounced and as her abdomen tightened her potbelly seemed to shrink. She still had a long way to go but he had seen the pictures of her as a younger woman in a slinky one-piece bathing suit. She had been a real knockout and was getting back to there again.

By the second Thursday Debbie was both physically and mentally exhausted. She could hardly drag herself out of the bed that morning and was feeling cross and rebellious. She snapped at him when he corrected her on her technique, slowed down when he told her to keep moving and smacked her ass. During the morning sessions he continued with his heavy-handed coaching seemingly ignoring her outbursts and temper tantrums. By the afternoon session he became fairly quiet, offering quick biting critiques of her performance and little more than superficial instruction. His eyes narrowed and lips formed a thin narrow line. If she had looked she would had been able to see the controlled anger reflected in his eyes. But Debbie was blissfully unaware of this. She became intoxicated with her seeming newfound power and independence. We'll see who's in charge here, she thought. I'm the mom and I'll do what I want. He's here to help me, I'm not here to please him, she smirked.

At the end of the session Mark left without a word. Debbie finished her stretching and strolled to the shower. She was still tired but nowhere near as exhausted as she normally was; it had been a much easier workout than usual. As the hot water flowed over her she smiled to herself. She could already feel Mark's hands on her body, the smell of the warm oil, and the sexual excitement of displaying herself to him. She turned off the water and turned expecting to see him waiting to wrap her in that big warm towel. Nobody was there. She looked out in the changing room. It was empty: no Mark, no table!

She started to panic. A little fear crept into her voice as she tremblingly said, "Mark, I mean, Coach? Where are you?" She felt like she had been punched in the pit of her stomach; there was a giant hole there and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

She quickly dried off threw on a robe and ran up the stairs and to the kitchen. Mark was finishing putting dinner on the table.

"Mark honey, what's wrong?" The words seemed to come out of her as a plaintive wail. There was not reaction from Mark, he acted like she was invisible, a nonentity.

"Please, Mark, I mean Coach, please talk to me! What's wrong? What have I done? Please say something!" Tears were welling up in her eyes and a choking sob escaped.

"What's wrong?" Mark quickly turned towards her, his eyes like burning ice, "What's wrong? You tell me what's wrong!"

"I ... I don't know what you mean," all her bluster and bravado from earlier evaporated. Mark said nothing as he stared into her eyes and moved closer to her. He stopped when his face was about a foot from hers. This close she could see the coldness in his eyes, the absolute lack of emotion. She suddenly felt terrified, like a frightened mouse staring into the eyes of a snake that was about to strike. She couldn't turn away and she began to tremble.

"I ... I guess I wasn't very cooperative today. Maybe, that is, maybe I didn't listen very well, and I suppose I didn't work as hard as I should have..." her voice trailed off and tears started pouring down her cheeks. She started sobbing out loud and uncontrollably. He said nothing, looking at her with that unchanging expression.

"I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, Coach! Please give me another chance! I can do better, I will do better! Please give me another chance!" Crying uncontrollably she reached out and hugged him tightly and slid down to her knees with the side of her face pressed into his groin.

"And if I give you another chance what will you do to make up for this wasted day?" His voice was impassive but she could feel his cock start to harden next to her face. She couldn't believe how big it felt! Her fear was still there like a fist grabbing her in the pit of her stomach but desire was suddenly a bright flame vying for position along with the fear. My God! she thought. Maybe he'll make me suck him off!

Unconsciously saliva started to flow in her mouth. What would she do if that was what he wanted? She already knew what her answer would be: if that is what he told her to do, she would do it! It was all she could do to stop herself from yanking down his shorts and cramming that monster into her mouth! She wanted her own son to face-fuck her! She wanted to feel him cum in her mouth and taste his juice!

"I'll do anything! Anything you tell me to! Just please give me another chance!" She hugged him even tighter forcing her face up against the outline of his stiffening member.

He reached down grabbing her by her shoulders and gently but firmly pushed her away from him.

"Very well," he said. "You will be in the gym at 7:00. We'll have a special workout to make up for your poor performance today. Now get to the table and eat."

With an intense sense of relief she stood up and walked to the table and sat down. She was ecstatic that he was giving her another chance but she also felt disappointed. She had wanted him to use her! She knew she had turned him on, she had felt that! Why didn't he take advantage of that chance? She could only believe that he thought she was too old, too fat, and too ugly. She teared at the thought but sat upright in her chair and determined that she would finish this regime. She would lose this weight, she would become someone her son could be proud of, someone he could desire!

They finished dinner in silence. Afterwards while Debbie was cleaning up Mark went downstairs to the gym.

At 7:00 Debbie entered the gym. Mark was standing in his normal position. He looked at her and smiled, it was not a kind smile. Debbie cringed and a slight shudder went through her body. "Stretch," was all he said.

Debbie started her stretching exercises trying to do them as perfectly as she knew how. When she had finished he pointed to the stair machine. Her heart sank. Of all the routines they employed the stair machine was the worst.

Designed to simulate climbing a flight of stairs the machine could be set for different velocities and levels of resistance. The worst feature was that if the user didn't keep up with the set speed a buzzer sounded letting everybody know you were falling behind. Whenever Debbie used it before and slowed down the buzzer would sound and Mark would give her a sharp smack on the butt. It was designed to work the calves, thighs and butt muscles; it hurt worse than anything else in the gym. Well I guess I deserve this, she thought as she tentatively approached the machine.

"Take off your top," said Mark.

"What?" Debbie was more than a little surprised.

"I said take off your top, do it now!"

Debbie blushed hotly. This must be part of the punishment, she thought. Humiliating me by making me exercise half-naked in front of him! Well we'll see about that! I don't care if he sees my breasts; in fact I want him to. She reached down and pulled the top off in one motion.

As the top came over her head her mammoth breasts swung free. Debbie had always been proud of her breasts and in her overweight condition they had become truly gigantic but with surprisingly little sag or droop. She pushed her shoulders back making them jut out even farther. Let him see them, she thought, let him get an eye full!

Impassively he pointed to the machine and she stepped onto the pedals.

"Grab the bar," he said. She reached forward and grasped the twin handles attached to the frame just under the display.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a metallic object. Before she could react he snapped the handcuff on one of her wrists, fed it around the bar and grabbing her other wrist snapped the second one on. She was now tied to the machine!

"What are you doing!" she shouted. "Where did you get those?"

"Just a little souvenir from my time in the police explorer scouts." Then he smiled wickedly, "I thought since you have had a little problem with your attitude you might need some encouragement tonight."

"Oh yes, we have one more motivational device here." Hanging from his hand was a jack with two wires coming out from it. Attached to the ends of the wires were small alligator clips. "I was thinking that you probably will have trouble keeping up tonight and I don't want to hurt my hand smacking you all night, so I thought this might help."

He plugged the jack into a hole labeled "External Horn." Taking one of the clips in one hand he grabbed her left breast with the other. Pulling on the breast he attached the clip to her nipple.

Debbie started crying.

"Shut up bitch, this will only sting for awhile and if you keep up you won't have any problems."

He walked around to the other side of the machine and attached the other clip to her right nipple.

"It hurts! Please take them off," Debbie cried. It didn't hurt, if fact it felt rather nice, no one had squeezed or pinched her nipples for a long time. She didn't want him to know that though, she felt humiliated, like she was some kind of animal being trained for tricks in the circus.

"No, I think we'll keep these on for tonight. But now I think you need a little demonstration." He reached toward the display and set the level at 2. He then placed his finger on the horn on/off switch. He looked into her eyes and pushed the button.

Normally with the level set on 2 and the pedals not moving the buzzer would sound. However with a jack in the external horn slot the impulse that would normally activate the buzzer was rerouted through the wires and clips attached to her breasts. She felt like two small animals were biting her nipples hard! The pain was intense and continued.

"Oh God! Make it stop!" she wailed.

"Simple enough," he said, "just start climbing."

She began to furiously pump in the pedals. When she reached the preset level the pain stopped. She sobbed softly but kept pumping.

"This seems to be working just like I thought it would," Mark stated. "Maybe we should use them more often." Still sobbing Debbie hung her head down and swung it from side to side mouthing the word "no".

After five minutes Mark silently increased the level to 3. Debbie struggled to keep up with the machine. Twice she slowed down and was shocked into speeding up.

Again Mark increased the level. Now her legs and butt were on fire, the pain was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was as if all her previous workouts were just warm-ups for this one. Finally her legs started giving out and she was getting shocked almost continuously. Just when she thought she was going to die Mark thumbed the horn off.

"You may stop now," he said. He reached for the clips on her nipples and gently took them off. He then held her breasts, one in each hand, and softly rubbed her swollen nipples. After the torture they had received the gentle touch almost made her cum.

"These are far too precious to be treated this way," he said softly. "Let's try not to let this happen again." Even with her painfully cramped legs the soft caresses fired a desire in Debbie that almost took her breath away.

"I'll be good," she whispered, "I'll try my best and never talk back again."

"Very good," he released her breasts, which brought a whimper from Debbie, and reaching into his pocket retrieved a small key. He took the key and deftly unlocked the handcuffs.

"I will see you here in the morning, regular time." Having said that Mark turned and walked out the door.

Debbie gathered herself and after her shower crawled into bed. As she fell asleep she couldn't help but remember, not the pain or the soreness, but the gentle hands cupping her breasts and softly massaging her sore nipples.

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Debbie hurried into the gym at exactly 6:00 AM. She was apprehensive, wondering how Mark would act given her performance yesterday and subsequent "extra training." She saw him standing in exactly the same spot he always did, looking at her in exactly the same manner. She could feel her nipples tighten up with anticipation as she remembered the gentle caress of his strong hands on her breasts the night before.

"Good morning," he said. "Let's begin with our stretching."

Something has changed,  she thought. The tone of voice was the same as was the glint in the eyes, but there was a subtle difference she couldn't quite pin down. Then it came to her. He had never said "good morning" before; it had always been "Stretch" or "Begin now," but never a pleasantry or a welcome. She flushed with pleasure. He cares! He really cares about me! Yes, he cuffed her to that machine, and yes the electrical shocks to her tits had been very painful, but she had deserved it, hadn't she? Yes she had, and she resolved to do the very best that she could today!

Stretching was pure torture. Her legs and butt felt as if someone were stabbing her with a knife every time she moved. But by the end of the stretching routine the pain had subsided to a dull ache and she was ready to begin her workout.

To her surprise the day proceeded as if nothing had happened the night before. She diligently worked at her exercises pushing just a little farther than she had ever done before. Mark for his part still yelled when she seemed to falter and swatted her a couple of times, but actually found cause to praise her when it was obvious she was pushing herself to the limit.

Hot water from the shower splashed into her face and cascaded down her body. She felt like a rag doll. Her muscles felt tired and loose but she didn't feel quite the same amount of pain that she had felt the week before. Shutting off the shower she pushed wet hair away from her face and wrung out the excess water. Turning toward the changing room, her heart leapt to her throat. Mark was standing in the doorway with a huge towel spread ready to wrap around her. She ran over to him and threw her arms around him burying her head in his shoulder softly sobbing. Tenderly he wrapped the towel around her and started to dry her off.

"Shhhh," he whispered, "everything's okay, Mom. You did great this week. Let's weigh in and, if you'd like, I'll give you a massage."

"Oh yes, Coach! That would be wonderful! I love when you do that, it makes me feel so good."

"Not Coach, Mom, it's the weekend; just call me Mark now." He led her over to the scales still toweling her dry. Wrapping the towel around herself and holding it in place she stepped onto the scale.

"Another five pounds, Mom! That's great; you are really losing it fast! Ten pounds in two weeks is really something! Now we can't expect to do this every week, but damn, you've had a great start!" He had a huge grin on his face. He led her over to the massage table and helped her up again taking care to drape the towel over her buttocks.

As she lay down she issued a little sigh of relief. In fact, she thought to herself, if I was any more contented I'd purr like a kitten. The pleasant feeling of laying down and letting her muscles relax was suddenly eclipsed by the surge of sensual pleasure as Mark dripped the warm oil on her skin and started to rub her feet and legs.

"Oh God, honey, that feels so good!" she groaned as he kneaded and soothed her abused muscles. "Don't stop, never stop! This is what I dream about every day! I don't think I could stand it if you ever stopped."

"I won't, Mom. I'm here for you. Whenever you need me, I'm here for you."

Mark couldn't believe the change in his mom over just the past two weeks. The tone and definition in her muscles was nothing short of miraculous. The saddlebags on her thighs were going away and the cellulite was slowly disappearing. She still had a ways to go but he could see the form of a beautiful woman starting to take shape within the pile of flab that had been there. He smiled to think that he was helping to draw that beauty out from the prison of fat.

As he reached the top of her thighs and prepared to start working on her upper torso he heard her say, "No, please don't stop there. Please do my butt cheeks. They hurt so badly, I need you to do them, too."

"Sure thing, Mom. Anything you want." He gently pushed the towel draped over her ass up till her whole bottom was exposed. He dripped the warm baby oil over her cheeks and set the bottle down next to the table. Starting with the left cheek he began to slowly, but firmly, knead the rounded globes. He could feel the tenseness leave her muscles as he deftly worked them over.

"Ohhh, ahhhh..." small incoherent sounds escaped Debbie's mouth as her son rubbed and prodded her sore butt and lower back. A wonderful glow seemed to be emanating from her groin, spreading warmth throughout her whole body. She knew that right then she could be had for a song, maybe even a short whistle. She felt as relaxed as she ever had in her life. Not only that but she felt wanted, cared for, yes, even loved.

She turned her head slightly, enough that she could see Mark through lowered lids. She couldn't believe that this gorgeous, self-possessed, and dominant man was taking care of her. She wasn't sure exactly when she had stopped think of him as a boy, or her son, but as a man, but there was no doubt that he was. He was the boss stud in the pasture and she was just his mare. Her fantasies took off with her. I'm his mare, she thought, I wonder if he'll breed me?

Her eyes glided down over Mark's shirt-covered chest to his narrow waist and down to the front of his shorts. She let out a small gasp. The bulge in the front of his tight shorts was gigantic! It looked like he had stuffed a banana in his pants! My God, her head was swimming, he's huge! Not only is he the boss stud he must be hung like a horse! There could be no doubt: If his mind didn't want to breed her, his body certainly did! If she hadn't been so relaxed and almost half-asleep she wasn't sure she could have helped but reach out and grab his member.

Maybe, she dreamed, maybe when I get skinny again, maybe he'll want me. It was a horrible thought, her conscience screamed, how could you even think of this! He's your son! But as she gazed at the swelling in his pants she knew that just like a stiff dick has no conscience that stiff dick would destroy any conscience she might have. Ah well ... maybe when I'm skinny.

As he finished with her back and arms Mark bent down and kissed the back of his mother's neck. He had to be careful that he didn't rub up against her. He had a raging hard-on and was so stiff it almost hurt! He couldn't let her see how turned on he was by this; the embarrassment alone would kill him. Worse than that she might stop the massages and the workouts altogether. That is something he couldn't tolerate!

"Mom, why don't you rest here for a while? I'll go get dinner ready. Is that okay?"

"Yes, dear, I'll be up in a few minutes," she murmured.

She heard him walk up the steps and close the basement door. Stretching like a cat getting up from a nap she rolled onto her side. Her vagina felt like it was on fire! Slowly she let her hands move down her front, pausing briefly to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples. Both nipples were fully erect, engorged with blood. The feeling as she pinched and rolled them was like little electric shocks, not pain like there had been on the stair machine but more like electric sparks that shot through her body straight to her groin. She continued down over her stomach until her fingers brushed her downy brown pubic hair. Moving farther down to the top of her slit she pressed two fingers into herself until she felt the little nub of her clit. She started gently rubbing herself while waves of pleasure washed through her body.

"Mark, oh, Mark," she softly murmured, "you should be here, you should be doing this." Without conscience effort she rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide apart. She rubbed harder as she felt the moisture of her cunt turn to wetness and then liquid as her juice leaked down into her ass crack and over her anus. She imagined Mark towering over her, his rigid cock poised to impale her. She could see him bend down, placing the head of his turgid member at the entrance of her pussy, then begin to slowly push it into her. Inch by inch she could almost feel him fill her desperately aching cavity.

"Yes my stallion, yes my stud!" she whispered, "take me, breed me. I am yours, I am yours forever!"

The orgasm hit her like a hammer. Her back arched off the table as her fingers squeezed and pinched the nub of her clitoris. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. She stuck her other hand in her mouth and bit down to keep from screaming.

Finally it was over. She lay on the table, sweating and breath laboring. It had been the most intense orgasm she had in years, maybe in her entire life! She couldn't believe how good it felt or the intense pleasure of being taken, and used by the virile male animal Mark had become in her imagination. It had been so realistic it shocked and excited her. She wanted Mark to fuck her! She wanted her son to mount her, stick his dick in her and fuck her until she couldn't cross her legs for days! There was no revulsion at the thought, just euphoria!

She slowly sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the table. Getting up on wobbly legs she took a quick shower to wash off the sweat and sex. After rinsing she toweled dry, wrapped up in a robe and went upstairs to dress for dinner.

Mark had prepared an especially nice dinner and even set out a glass of wine for her, a special treat since alcohol was not on her permitted diet. She couldn't believe how good simple, wholesome food tasted. She was learning to eat right, eat until full and then stop. The amazing thing to her was that she really wasn't hungry all the time like she used to be. Things were definitely changing for the better.

After cleaning up the dinner dishes she strolled into the living room where Mark was watching TV and again curled up next to him. Putting her head on his shoulder his arms naturally circled around her and pulled her into him. She drowsily watched the shows with him while absently caressing his stomach with her hand. After a while she noticed the bulge in his shorts begin to get larger. At the same time his arm pulled her in a little tighter, his hand dropping down off her shoulder to her body just under her arm, inches away from her breast. She really wanted him to go all the way, cup and caress her breast but she was too tired to do much more than coo gently into his shoulder. She knew one thing: her dreams would be very pleasant that night, filled with stallions running around in meadows chasing chubby brown haired mares.

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Chapter 3



The next two weeks flew by. The workouts became a grinding routine but each day Debbie could tell she was improving. Her clothes fit better and then became loose. Jeans she hadn't worn for years suddenly had increased in size and became wearable. She was still tired at the end of the day but no longer in the intense pain the earlier workouts had caused. She could lift more, run farther, climb faster but best of all her weight loss continued. She was now down about another ten pounds and getting fairly near to her original goal, but she was losing interest in pounds as numbers. Now she was more interested in fat and where it resided on her body. Her legs were actually looking sleek, her tummy flat with just a hint of puffiness. Her arms lost their "wings' and began to show real muscle definition, the face slimmed down and her bottom was beginning to be "softly rounded" rather than a squishy chunk.

The workouts changed also: less intensity with more endurance and strength training. Mark finally recommended they shift their afternoon workouts outside where they would bike, run or swim. Debbie felt wonderful to be outside. She could actually appear in public in a bathing suit without dying of embarrassment and had more energy than she had in years. While they still spent time at home watching TV cuddled up on the couch they also went out to concerts, movies and the theater. She enjoyed herself more than she could remember ever having enjoyed herself.

The one thing Debbie refused to change was the massages. When one day Mark politely asked her if she still felt she needed them she practically broke down and cried, begging him not to take them away from her. He agreed, telling her he didn't want to stop but thought she should have the choice. She told him not only were they still needed because of their physically healing properties but for the emotional release she felt because it was him giving them to her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and solemnly told her he would give her massages for as long as she wanted him to, forever if that is what she wanted.

As her body became accustomed to the constant exercise and the muscle pain gave way to a feeling of exhilaration and health, the massages were needed less for physical recuperation and renewal and became a sensual experience, a bonding between mother and son. It was more of a courtship ritual than physical therapy.

As her weight loss progressed Debbie's self-esteem and body awareness increased. She was no longer ashamed of herself. She knew she still wanted and needed to lose more weight but the changes already evident were substantial and difficult to ignore. She began to intentionally, although obtrusively, tease Mark with glimpses of her body.

At the end of the fifth week Mark had finished massaging her legs and had started working on her ass and lower back. He kept moving and re-draping the towel over her as he worked his way up her body. Suddenly she reached back, grabbed the towel and flung it to the floor.

"This is silly," she said. "You've seen my ugly old butt enough to know what's there. There's no need to mess with this any longer!"

"That's okay by me, Mom, but you're wrong about one thing: You do not have an 'ugly old butt.'" He continued working his hands up and down her spine, kneading her shoulders and neck then moving down again to manipulate what were becoming very taut buttocks muscles. "I don't know if I have told you enough times but you have done a wonderful job. I am so proud of what you've accomplished and what you're still trying to do." Then he blurted out, "I'm sorry if this makes you feel uncomfortable but you are a very beautiful and sexy woman. I never realized just how beautiful you were and I'm so glad you decided to allow that beauty to come out again."

"Honey, it doesn't make me uncomfortable hearing you say that. You've been wonderful to me. I know you care for me and love me. Hearing you say this makes all this work worthwhile."

Actually hearing him tell her she was beautiful and sexy did make her uncomfortable, but not in the way he'd meant it. Hearing him praise her looks and acknowledge her hard work effused her whole body with such a warmth and sense of well being she would have sworn she was glowing! But it also stoked her desire, already at fever level, to new heights. During their sessions she looked for and was always rewarded with a view of his raging erection. She knew he must be taking care of himself after each massage was finished, just as she did each day when he went upstairs.

She thought it was so unfair that each of them had these burning desires and couldn't take care of them in a mutually satisfactory manner. Although she couldn't quite bring herself to initiate anything it didn't stop her from teasing him unmercifully. While he was massaging her she would unobtrusively let her legs spread apart giving him a full and unfettered view of her pussy. She had even started to shave and trim her pubic hair leaving little more than a soft downy fur patch. Not enough so it could be called bare but enough to allow a full unhindered view if he wanted.

With her newfound self-assurance she began to dress more provocatively. Around the house she would wear tight short-shorts and tank tops or tube tops with no bra. Her new workout clothes were tight spandex body stockings and a brief sports bra. The effect was to emphasize her body's sexiness even more than nudity would. She was sure it was having an effect on her son and it thrilled her.

To say she was having an impact on Mark was an understatement. He knew he was attracted to her even when she was still heavily overweight: his raging erections during their massage sessions made that painfully obvious. But he found as the weeks went by that it wasn't just during these sessions. He could understand that handling a nude woman, seeing her pussy, ass and tits would turn him on but it was becoming an almost constant problem now. When they cuddled up on the couch and she stroked his side or abdomen he could feel her heat next to him. When he had his arm around her it was all he could do not to reach down and cup that gorgeous breast only inches away from his hand.

Then the times they would be in the kitchen or doing laundry she would bend over and unconsciously display herself to him. Or was it unconsciously? He could never be sure. All he knew was that he found himself masturbating four of five times a day and it was his mother he was fantasizing about when he did. He was finding it very difficult if not impossible to remain aloof during their training sessions. He didn't know how she could remain oblivious to his erection; he felt like he was walking around with a permanent hard-on, but since she didn't mention anything about it he was afraid to do anything that would bring it to her attention.

He did decide to try fighting fire with fire. Football season was just around the bend and he knew he needed to get serious about his own workout program. Debbie had progressed far enough that she no longer needed constant supervision during her sessions in the gym. He thought this would be a good time for him to get his own workouts done. So when she would start on one station he would work on another. With the walls being mirrored it was easy for each of them to see the other while they worked on their own exercises.

While he had been supervising Debbie's training Mark had always worn a loose-fitting t-shirt and coach's pants. This changed when he started his own workouts. He almost never wore a shirt and his workout shorts were tight, stretchy and brief. It didn't take long into a workout before he was covered with a sheen of sweat, almost like he was oiled, and his muscles were bulging with effort.

The effect on Debbie was dramatic. The sight of her perfectly proportioned son going through his paces was almost more than she could stand. During their gym workouts she could hardly keep her eyes off him. As she ran on the treadmill she could see him behind her on the bench press or curling, his chest expanding, muscles bulging to the extent they seemed to be about to break out of his skin. She felt like a bitch in heat. She couldn't masturbate enough to relieve the burning desire that ached almost like a physical pain.

Even when they spent their afternoons out she couldn't get enough of him. She would watch him swimming laps in the pool after she had finished or as he continued around the track after she had run her three or four miles. Jealousy would flare into almost hate when pretty young girls would come over to him at poolside or at the water fountain on the bike trails. She felt extremely possessive and wanted to dig her nails into every one of the little bitches who flaunted their tits or asses at him. The fact that he didn't seem to pay them much attention did temper her jealousy, but she was quick to latch onto his arm and snuggle up next to him as soon as she could. He was her stud and no other little filly in heat was going to take the place of the number one mare in this pasture!

She was concentrating on her son so much that she was totally oblivious to the looks other men were giving her. Even those that were brave enough to approach her were politely brushed aside; they didn't interest her at all.

By the end of the sixth week the sexual tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Mark was working out as hard as he could, almost overworking, just to control his desires. He was in a state of constant arousal and losing sleep to the erotic dreams that filled his nights. Debbie prowled around the house trying to find something that would take her mind off her son and that devastating package he kept in his pants. Every time they touched or even looked at each other it was as if electric sparks were jumping between them. This couldn't go on much longer and it didn't.

It had been raining on the Friday of the sixth week. Since there was no place to go outside they decided to complete their final workout of the week in the basement gym. Both found it impossible to keep their eyes off each other. When Debbie looked over at Mark she would catch him staring at her then both would quickly look away. When Mark tried to sneak a peak at his mom she seemed to be already looking at him and he would blush and quickly avert his eyes. They both worked especially hard trying to keep their minds on what they were doing. When they finished they were both tired and sweaty.

"I'll take a quick shower and get ready for your massage, Mom." He tried not to look at her as he picked up his gear and almost ran for the changing room.

"I'll be right there," Debbie said to his back as he left the room.

Slowly she finished her stretching and started to peel her workout clothes off as she walked toward the showers. Dropping her sweaty togs in the laundry hamper, she moved toward the shower with just a towel in her hand.

As she approached the shower she heard water running and stepped into the stall. The shower was very large, 5 by 7 with two showerheads and built-in benches along the sides where one could sit and still be under the running water. Mark had his back to her as she entered. The breath caught in her throat. His back was the shape of an inverted pyramid: wide tanned shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. His butt was stark white in contrast to his golden skin. Legs long and muscular met at a cute perfectly defined ass. He looked like a Greek god to her. He had his hands in front of him and it looked like he was trying to pump something in front of him.

He heard her and looked back over his shoulder. He gave a little gasp and tried to turn even farther around towards the wall.

"Mom! I'm sorry! I couldn't help myself." His eyes look to be filled with tears. "I can't help it! It hurts so much!"

Debbie's brain waves flat-lined. All she could see was her stud, her stallion, her man and he needed relief. There was no hesitation, no thinking about it. She dropped the towel and slowly walked over to him. When she was about two feet away she reached out a touched his shoulder turning him around until they stood face to face. He had both hands over his groin in a vain attempt to cover his raging erection.

She placed her other hand on his other shoulder and started to bring both hands down across his chest toward his groin. As her hands descended she slowly sank to her knees. Once on her knees in front of him she gently grabbed his hands and pulled them apart and away from his cock. His member stood out and slightly up, stiff as a piece of steel. It was eight inches long and perfectly proportioned for its length. Her eyes glazed over as she released his hands and slowly moved to grasp the object of her desire. As she firmly grasped his cock in one hand she was only slightly aware of the warm water cascading over them. His prick glistened wetly and there was a small white drop oozing out of his piss hole. Like a mouse watching for the snake to strike her eyes were riveted to his pulsing manhood. It felt like a velvet-wrapped steel rod as she slowly moved her hand up and down the shaft. Without conscious thought she stopped jacking him, tightened her hold and brought her lips to the bulging head.

She could feel a shudder passing through his body as the head pressed past her lips. Wrapping them around the shaft, she gently sucked on him drawing him further into her mouth. She could only get about half of him in so as she gently sucked on his cock her hand firmly but slowly moved up and down the exposed portion of his shaft.

Mark's mind was as blank as his mother's. At first he thought he was going to die of embarrassment when she caught him jacking off in the shower. He normally would have waited until he got to his room to relieve himself but the need became almost painful after the workout. He had turned toward the wall hoping against hope that she had not seen what he was doing. When he felt her touch his shoulder and gently turn him around, he almost ran from the room. As he turned and saw her, he froze like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming truck. Here was the most beautiful woman he could imagine, water cascading off her like some mythical nymph.

His heart began to pound when she started to run her hands over his chest and then slowly sank to her knees. Without conscious volition his hands were moved back away from his prick. He could do nothing but stare as she reached out and grasped him firmly in her hand. The feeling was indescribable. He had masturbated himself hundred's of times, that was nothing like having his mother's gentle hand firmly wrapped around him.

He almost passed out when she leaned forward and gently sucked him into her mouth. As she sucked on him and gently jacked his shaft he could feel the orgasm building in his balls. He had been ready to cum just before she entered the shower and now it was impossible to stop. He wanted to warn her, stop her before he spewed in her mouth. He knew she wouldn't want his stuff in her mouth but he couldn't move his hands to stop her.

"Ohhhh, Mom! Ohhh, I'm going to cum, I can't stop it!" he cried.

She began to suck harder, jacking faster with the hand on his shaft and reaching around to grab his ass with the other, pulling him into her as tightly as she could.

She could feel him start to cum almost as soon as he did. In her mouth his shaft and head seemed to expand and harden. Suddenly he shuddered and erupted, spewing globs of sperm and semen into her mouth and down the back of her throat. She swallowed as he came, drinking his juice like a she-bear going after honey. When he finally stopped she let him slip out of her mouth where she began to lick him clean.

Mark stared down at his mother still licking his already clean dick. Suddenly something clicked in him: he was no longer seeing his mother, he was looking at his woman. His to hold, to care for, to protect and yes, to service.

Bending down he slid his arms under hers and lifted her up and into him. He bent his head down and kissed her lips fiercely crushing her to him in a rib-bruising embrace. Without a word he released her with one arm and with his other arm still around her back bent down, placed his free arm behind her knees and picked her up. She felt light as a feather to him. She leaned her head against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her out and into the changing room.

They dripped water as he carried her over to the table he had set up earlier. Her eyes were closed and her breath shallow as he laid her on the table. He gently disentangled her arms from his by grasping her wrists and bringing them back to her shoulders. When the heat of his body left she was instantly afraid he was leaving her and her eyes opened wide and struggled to hold onto him. He easily kept her arms pinned at her shoulders as he bent to give her a long deep kiss on the lips. She relaxed returning his kiss with increasing ardor. His tongue gently parted her lips and tentatively played along her teeth. As she opened her mouth to his probe his tongue delved deeper until it touched her tongue. They caressed each other with gentle probing, their tongues entwined.

After a while he withdrew from her mouth, lifted his head and gently kissed both her eyelids. He again softly kissed her mouth and then worked his way down the side of her neck leaving soft kisses as he went. She cooed as he continued down to her breast and circumnavigated the nipple with his feather light touches. Finally he opened his mouth and gently sucked her nipple in. He began to lightly bite her nipple, catching it between his teeth, pulling on it, releasing and sucking it back into his mouth. She was on fire and her coos became moans. Taking her now-free hands she placed them on the back of his head and pulled him into her, trying to force as much of her breast into his mouth as she could. Breaking contact with that breast he moved to the other where he repeated the process.

Her breath was coming short and sharp, her heart pounding. There was no conscious thought at all, only emotion, the need to breed, to mate, to be taken by the male. Fire coursed through her veins. She was nothing more than a bionic sex machine. There was only one thing she wanted, one thing she was designed for and that was the only thing that mattered.

He released her nipple and moved down her stomach stopping briefly to plunge his tongue into her navel. Keeping his hands on her at all times he moved to the end of the table where he grabbed her legs behind the knees, lifted and spread. She was displayed to him in all her glory. Her small patch of downy pubic hair, labia slightly parted and glistening wet. The aroma of aroused woman hit him like a hammer to the head. His penis, slightly softened after his first ejaculation now became fully erect and rock hard. He slowly dropped his head and sticking his tongue out lightly touched the wet lips of her slit.

The instance he touched her, Debbie erupted with an orgasm. She screamed, grabbed his hair and tried to force him back into the channel from which he came so many years before. As her orgasm subsided and she relaxed her hold he stuck his tongue into the fold between her lips and ran it up and over the small nub nestled there. Her second orgasm hit even harder than the first. She squeezed his head with her thighs until he thought his head was going to pop. Hardly able to breathe, he kept his tongue sliding up and down her slit even as she shook and shuddered beneath him. All at once her legs relaxed and her hands dropped off his head. He withdrew his tongue, lifted his head and climbed onto the table between her legs.

Her second, or was it third, orgasm blinded Debbie to anything outside her own body. The waves of intense pleasure were so acute as to be almost painful. As those feelings subsided she could open her eyes and look up. She saw her son between her legs, rising up just as he had in her fantasy. His golden body placed between her splayed legs, his mammoth prick inches away from her cunt. He leaned forward looking her directly in the eyes both hands placed on the table to either side of her. His mouth came down to rest on hers, the smell of pussy heavy on his breath. He broke contact and rose up slightly moving his hips forward as he did. The head of his prick touched the lips of her cunt lightly and then he stopped. The look he gave her was one of asking permission, although his eyes said he fully expected to receive it. She smiled at him and raised her legs placing her heels on his ass cheeks. She then started to draw him into her body.

Speaking the first words since entering the shower she said, "Take me, my stallion. Take me now! I am yours."

Without a word he moved his hips forward slowly pushing the head of his prick into her. He withdrew until he was almost out and pushed forward again. Again and again he pushed in and pulled back, each time another fraction of an inch of his cock sank further into her body.

To Debbie it felt like she was being slowly impaled by a telephone pole. The heat produced by his slow deliberate fucking was driving her out of her mind. Her heels were pounding on his ass trying to drive him into her faster and further. Finally he hit bottom. With his balls resting on her ass she squeezed him a tightly as she could trying to hold him inside. After a moment she relaxed slightly and he pulled back until just the head of his prick was still in her. Barely stopping he plunged back into her until she was again fully impaled. Again he withdrew and plunged back in. Then he began to fuck her hard and deep. She thought she had died and gone to heaven! It was better than her fantasy, better than anything she had ever had. Her husband had never fucked her like this. She couldn't believe what he was doing to her. She had created the perfect man and he was taking her now!

His mother's cunt felt like a vise made of butter. Mark wasn't thinking; his hindbrain had taken over. He was an animal breeding his mate, fucking his woman. He pounded her hard and fast, each lunge shaking the table beneath them. His mother was screaming incoherently, wordless sounds, meaningless except to convey her intense pleasure. He again felt the pressure building in his balls, that pressure urging him on faster and faster until he felt as if his hips were a blur as he pistoned in and out of her. Finally the pressure built to where he thought he would explode and he did. He rammed into her one last time holding himself there while he spewed his sperm into her waiting womb. He could feel each and every ejaculation as it left his balls and traveled down his cock into his mother's belly. After he was done he collapsed onto her just barely holding himself up enough so as not to crush her.

When she felt his ejaculation start Debbie was hit by another monster orgasm. Her legs and arms locked around him dragging him down to her. She couldn't move. The intense pleasure held her rigid. As his ejaculations diminished he relaxed, collapsing on top of her like the air being let out of a Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon.

He lay there his head next to hers, arms under her shoulders, gasping for breath like a fish out of water, her own breath ragged and labored. Her legs released their hold on him but she still used her hands to stroke his back. Their breathing returned to normal and although they were wet from shower water and sweat their bodies had stopped trembling.

Mark lifted his head and looked her in the eyes. "Oh Mom, I love you so much. That was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me."

"Me too, honey," Debbie said smiling up at him. "But don't call me Mom. I'm not your mother anymore. I may have given birth to you but I'm not your mother. I am your woman, your lover ... even your wife if you will have me. I think I gave myself to you weeks ago; it's just now you're taking possession, and possess me you do. You own me, I am yours. I want you to own me, take care of me, and protect me. The question is do you want me?"

He just smiled and said. "You are mine, just as I am yours. I will protect you, care for you, love you. You are my woman and I am your man."

As he said this she could feel his dick, still inside her, start to get hard again. Still looking into her eyes he began to rock back and forth, slowly, gently fucking her, taking her as a man takes his woman.

Their next fuck lasted a long time. Having already cum twice Mark had lost his hair-trigger. He glided into her slowly, sometimes resting for a second or two before withdrawing to where just the head of his dick remained inside. They were slow deep strokes that gave a low, warm pleasure rather than an intense fiery burn. They look into each others eyes, kissed, nibbled at each others lips, ears necks. It was a bonding rather than a mating.

As the minutes went by the pressure began to build. She raised her knees, bringing them back almost to her shoulders giving him more room. His strokes became faster, shorter, more demanding and punishing. When they finally came their climaxes were intensely pleasurable but not the shuddering, mind blanking orgasms of before.

The held each other in their arms for a while, softly stroking each other. Mark's cock softened and slid out of Debbie's vagina trailing a line of boy juice and woman sauce. Mark pulled himself off the table and helped her to stand. Without a word he led her to the shower where they stood under the tepid stream rinsing the sweat and love juices from their bodies. They toweled each other off, donned robes and walked hand in hand up to the kitchen.

Mark sat down at the table while Debbie put something on the stove to heat up; both of them were starving. He couldn't keep his eyes off her as she swayed around the kitchen. He couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. Some little part of him was puzzled that he felt no remorse, no guilt, he wasn't sorry a bit about what they did. In fact he intended for it to happen again and again and again! She caught him looking at her a few times but this time he didn't glance aside when she did. He looked her right in the eyes with a look of a man surveying his beloved property. She blushed and looked quickly back at the stove.

She made sure that dinner was coming along nicely and walked back to the table and sat down across from him. She started to look at his eyes but then rolled her head down and stared at the center of the table.

"You know Mark," she said hesitantly, "we need to talk about..."

"What is there to talk about, Debbie?" he said clearly. He reached over and with two fingers under her chin lifted her face up so they looking into each other's eyes. "You are my woman now and I am your man. We could never go back to what we were before and I would never let that happen anyway. You are not my mother and I am not your son. I need you. I need you close to me, with me. You complete my soul. And yes I want you physically. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I want to touch you, taste you, feel myself inside you. Don't you worry about that, or maybe you should worry since I fully intend to fuck you bowlegged. You may not be able to cross your legs for a week. Now, what else is there to talk about?"

Her eyes glistening with tears she smiled at him. Grabbing the hand that lifted her chin she lightly kissed his fingers and said, "If you're sure, if you are really sure, than there is nothing else to say. You know I am yours, heart, soul and flesh. If you want me, then I'm here for you."

"Good, then that's that!" He pulled her to him and gave her a long hard kiss. After what seemed forever he gently pushed her up and off his lap, gave her a swat on the butt and said, "Now wench, how about some dinner here!"

"Oh right away M'lord!" She curtsied holding her robe out to each side like it was a ballroom gown. She then turned and walked back to the stove exaggerating the sway of her hips.

"You keep walking like that and the only dinner we'll be talking about will be where to put the hot beef sausage!" Mark growled just loud enough for Debbie to hear. From the stove she look at him over her shoulder and wiggled her hips even more.

"You can have this whenever you want and how often you want; you know that. But I think you might want some dinner first. Any man that just came three times ― even a young stud like yourself ― will probably need some rest and fuel before he starts servicing the wife again!"

She saw that Mark had a slightly puzzled, maybe even pensive look on his face and wondered what was wrong. Before she could say anything he stood up and walked over behind her. Placing his hands on her hips and resting his chin on her shoulder he said, "Is that what you are now? Are you my wife? Is that how you see yourself?"

She suddenly thought to herself, Oh my God I've scared him! Why did I have to say that? It was so stupid! She spun in his grasp to face him and looked up at him tears welling up in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mark, it just came out! I'm whatever you want me to be! I'll be your woman! Your whore! Your maid! Anything! I know we can't get married, but it just came out. I won't say it again! Do you forgive me? Please?"

He smiled a little, leaned forward and kissed her forehead. While he did that his hands left her hips and grabbed her ass pulling her in tight. He then looked over her shoulder, his eyes slightly unfocused, like his thoughts were a million miles away.

"Forgive you?" He then said, "Nothing to forgive. It sounded strange when you said it. It sounded right, but strange. My wife. Yes that is exactly what you are. And maybe my whore at times, and maid, nurse and even, dare I say it, a mom now and then. As for getting married, ... Well, we will see about that. Who knows what the future will bring. But like it or not you are my wife whether or not we have a piece of paper that says it!"

She hugged him so fiercely he could almost hear his ribs creak. Holding her for a moment he then swatted her butt again and said, "You'd better get back to fixing dinner, you burn it the first night of our honeymoon and I may have to take up wife-beating as a hobby!"

Turing back to the stove she grinned over her shoulder at him and said, "Maybe I'll need a spanking later! What would you say to that!?" He just grinned back at her and started setting the table for dinner.

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Chapter 4



The sun streaming in through the window touched her face and began the process of bringing her from dozing into full consciousness. Something was different. It didn't feel wrong, just different. She knew she was in her own bed ― the spongy mattress that hadn't been replaced in ages told her that ― but there was a difference and not a subtle one. She rolled over colliding with the body lying next to her. That was the difference! She had slept alone for so long the presence of someone else registered as an anomaly to her sleepy mind.

She rolled over propping herself up on an elbow and gazed down at Mark. He was on his side with his back to her. She could see the movement of his shoulders with his regular breathing indicating he was still very much asleep. Poor thing,  she thought, he must be exhausted! She remembered being carried up to bed. Carried up to bed! Now when was the last time that had happened? Then being gently laid down. He stripped off her robe and pulled back the spread and covers before pulling the sheet up over her. Peeling off his shorts, he moved to the other side of the bed and slipped under the covers. They were both much too wrung out from their last orgasm to do much more than cuddle. She held him tightly with her face pressed into his chest while he wrapped his arms around her and caressed her back, hip, and hair.

They must have both dozed for a while because the next thing she remembered was waking up feeling him become hard where their groins met and pressed together. Without speaking she pulled him over on top and spread her legs allowing him to drop into the vee they created. Still clasped together he began to thrust gently with his hips, the head of his stiff member prodding her vaginal lips, spreading them slightly with each forward thrust. Thrust, withdraw, thrust, and withdraw. Each time going in just a little deeper. Finally he was fully entrenched, his balls resting lightly on the cheeks of her ass where they meet her thighs. Holding himself deep within, he started to lightly kiss her neck working up to her cheek, her eyelids, her nose and finally her lips. His tongue gently touched her lips and she parted them giving him access. Tentatively he explored her mouth, first her teeth then lightly touching her tongue. Feeling him inside her at both ends caused her heart to beat a little faster, she held him a little tighter. Slowly his hips began their thrusting again. A slow steady rhythm, in and out, in and out, it seemed to go on forever. This wasn't fucking, this was making love!

As he continued his thrusting, the pleasure within her slowly built. Not so much like a hot burning fire but more the warmth of a gentle summer afternoon. She marveled at his control. He kept a slow steady pace even as the pressure for release mounted within them both. She could feel her own orgasm just under the surface and her arms could feel him tense and shudder with his effort.

"Cum inside me, my stallion" she whispered into his ear. "Claim me again for your own."

As if her words triggered something within him, his thrusting became quicker, more urgent; he began pounding hard and deep into her. She was completely filled and she could feel the tip of his penis as it collided with her cervix on each deep thrust.

"Now, my love! Do it now!" She now longer whispered but shouted to the room. He thrust one more time pushing himself as deeply into her as he could. She could feel him become rigid as his cum entered her, splashing off the deepest reaches of her cunt. As if his ejaculation released her trapped orgasm she felt her own climax tear through her body in waves of pleasure. Her arms crushed him to her breast, legs crossing over behind his ass trying to drag him even further into her depths. After a few moments they both relaxed and rolled away from each other onto their backs completely spent. After all, four times within twelve hours was quite a feat even for a seventeen-year-old stud! They both lay there gasping for breath. Debbie could feel his juice ooze out of her and run down the crack in her ass but she was just too exhausted to do anything about it. It wasn't long before sleep overtook them both.

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As she gazed at the sleeping form of her lover ― it was impossible to think of him as her son ― she began to think of the ramifications of what they had done and what it would mean to them.

As if feeling her eyes on him Mark began to move. He rolled onto his back and stretched his arms over his head. He saw Debbie looking at him and smiled. "Good morning, beautiful."

"Good morning to you, handsome." She smiled back at him. Her smile quickly went away and she said, "Mark we need to talk." As soon as she said it she could see him tense up and a worried expression crossed his face.

"I'm s-sorry. It's all my fault! I..." Before he could say anything else she pressed her fingers to his lips silencing him.

"No it's nothing like that, my love." She smiled at him again and she could see him begin to relax. "I wouldn't change or stop this even if I wanted to, which I don't!" As she emphasized the last words the remainder of the tension left his body and the smile came back to his lips. "But things will be complicated for us. You know as well as I do that nobody would understand what we have between us. It's not..." she hesitated slightly, "normal."

He rolled over to his side facing her and propped himself up on his elbow just like she was. In this position he could look her right in the eyes.

"Oh, I know that" he said, "I realize we will have to be careful, discreet even. In public you will have to be Mrs. Debbie Matthews, dedicated mother and homemaker. I will have to be Mark Matthews, teenager, student and athlete. Even though I don't really care what anyone thinks of us, I know we have to keep this secret. They would cause us too many problems if they knew."

With his words Debbie felt a sense of relief. She knew she could never go back to the way things had been before but she had been worried whether or not Mark would be able to understand. The depth of his maturity continually astounded her. She knew she could never do without him as her lover any more than she could go without breathing.

"It shouldn't be too difficult really. It's not like you've been out all that much in the past few years and I don't have any silly attachments either." He grinned and reached over to trace the outline of her breast with his fingers. "The hardest part will be for me to keep my hands off you while we're out in public! I damn well know I won't be able to when were in private!"

She laughed and grabbed his hand pulling it to her lips and kissing it.

"Well, we will just have to make sure you get enough in private so you'll be too worn out to do it in public!" She pushed his hand back towards him and scampered out of bed before he could reach for her. "But right now I need to get a shower. I'm filthy! Someone has got cum all over me and I need to get clean! And after that I need some breakfast, I'm starved!"

He made a halfhearted grab for her and she giggled, scampering back out of his reach. He then rolled over and got out of bed.

"All right, you heartless wench. I guess I could use a shower, and come to think about it I'm kind of hungry myself."

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As the summer progressed, so did their relationship. In public they made a concerted effort to be the epitome of your normal mother and son. If anyone noticed that they maybe sat just a little too close together, looked at each other a little more than others might or even touched each other continuously it was never remarked upon. They were in fact very discreet. They held hands in movie theaters, sat next to each other in booths at restaurants and touched each other's arm, shoulder or hand when they talked. An outsider would conclude that they were very close but nothing outside the bounds of propriety. It could have been noted that they were almost never without each other's company, but since neither had any real close friends outside themselves it was generally not commented upon.

Debbie did notice that she was the subject of much more attention from men than she was used to. When she had been younger she had been hit on quite often, but this had dropped off to almost nothing after her first husband died. She couldn't help but think of him as her first husband; her heart definitely said that Mark was now her husband. Her responses were polite but cool. She could abstractly appreciate the attention but could not find even a smidgen of interest for these men.

Mark always found himself surrounded by teenage fillies when they found themselves in places where these young women tended to congregate. Debbie understood their attraction. Boy, did she understand it! He was a senior now, handsome and as far as they knew unattached. As a star of the football team and wrestling squad he had a high profile and attracted attention wherever he went. She couldn't help but feel a stab of jealousy whenever she saw those taut young bodies, slim legs and firm tits practically bursting out of their tops. That jealousy would disappear as soon as he looked her way. His smile would become huge, tender and possessive. She could see the way he treated his wannabe harem with a cool almost banal indifference. His looks for her were anything but indifferent. It was times like that when it became difficult not to run over to him, throw her arms around him and shout to those little hussies, "Leave him alone! He's all mine!" She even overheard a couple of the rejected tarts wondering if he was gay. She smirked to herself thinking about how he had fucked her into a lathered frenzy the night before, not once but twice!

But she did resist just as he did. It actually became easier as time went by. It became almost a game, a part to play. They tried to see if they could get the other hot and bothered while seeming to remain completely innocent. It really wasn't a fair game. Unless he wore a sack that would cover his groin Marks erection could be seen for miles and Debbie was becoming an expert in finding ways to elicit this response. A dress that showed a little too much thigh, bending over with a low cut top, maybe a pair of short shorts and high-heels. She marveled at the fact that this young Adonis not only found her attractive but that she was able to sexually excite him to such an extent. She knew he could have had any unmarried women in town anytime he wanted and probably most, if not all, of the married ones, but she was the one he craved and desired.

Although their conduct in public was for the most part dignified and demure, their private life was anything but. Mark couldn't keep his hands off his mother when he was with her. Her body fascinated him. The combination of soft curves, hard muscles and a face that would have launched a thousand ships if she had been in ancient Greece set his heart pounding whenever he looked at her. He found himself more in love with her every day. Even after they had just finished a vigorous sex session he just wanted to be close to her, softly touching her, talking to her. The amazing thing was that they did indeed have a lot to talk about. His interests far exceeded the normal sports, sports, girls and sports that seemed to fill most boys his age. He liked music, drama, theater, movies and books. He was more that able to hold his own in an adult conversation, if fact Debbie found herself learning more than she thought she would during these intermissions.

But he was still seventeen, almost eighteen, as if it mattered, and his sex drive was in all ahead full. She would have thought that having sex two or three times a night would become boring after just a little while. It didn't, if anything it became even more exciting as they became accustomed to each other and learned what the other wanted and needed.

Debbie was somewhat surprised to learn that she really liked being in the submissive role. She loved having him dominate her, doing with her whatever he pleased. She let him tie her to the bed unable to move while he tickled, licked and sucked her from head to toes. During these sessions her desire for release would become almost physically painful and her climax so intense that once or twice she actually fainted. She had complete confidence in him and knew without any doubt he would do nothing to actually hurt her. They were able to discuss their fantasies openly and explicitly in a way most couples could not even after being together for years.

For his part Mark took to the dominant role like a fish takes to water. He reveled in having his beautiful mother become his willing sex slave. The sweet torture he put her through excited him all the more because he knew she loved whatever he was doing. The only fantasy she denied him was that of anal sex. He brought it up once and she openly admitted the thought of his massive member crammed into her anus scared her. She loved when he pushed one or two fingers into her butt-hole while he was eating her out but the size of his penis terrified her. He was slightly disappointed but respected her wishes, understanding that something the size of his cock in her little brown hole would probably be very painful. Besides, everything else was too perfect to worry about something as minor as that.

One of the things Debbie truly loved was to be taken doggie style. With her head down and her ass in the air she felt like a brood mare being bred by the herd stallion, one of her most exciting fantasies. She always remembered the first time he took her that way.

She had been in the bedroom getting ready for bed while Mark was downstairs closing up for the night. She was stretched out on the bed feeling very, very submissive and hearing him climb the stairs without much forethought got up on her elbows and knees. She bent her head down resting it on her folded forearms, her butt aimed straight towards the door her cunt gaping and glistening. As he walked through the door she wiggled her behind at him.

"Have you come to breed your mare, my stallion?" she said in a sultry voice. "Your mare is in heat and needs your great big horse cock to satisfy her."

As he entered the room Mark was almost struck speechless by the sight of her firm but well-rounded ass sticking up in the air. Her legs were spread about shoulder width apart her vagina lips shining pink and wetly sticking out from her downy patch of pubic hair. He became stiffly erect immediately. Taking his clothes off as he walked to the bed he reached out cupping the firm globes of her ass in both hands.

"Oh she does, does she?" he said spreading her ass apart until he could plainly see the little brown hole of her anus just above her glistening vagina. "Well let's just see how ready she is, why don't we?" He bent down until his nose was almost inside her and inhaled her musky perfume. She was very wet and as he ran his hands over her ass she shuddered slightly.

"Well" he said, "this little filly seems to be ready but we wouldn't want to breed her out of season now would we?"

"Oh no, M'lord!" She really loved calling him by that honorific. "I can assure you she is in season and ready to be bred. She needs to be mounted and rode hard M'lord, rode very hard, M'lord!"

"So you say, so you say, but how will we know for sure if she is ready? I know, I have heard that one can tell by taste if the mare is ready to be mounted. Shall we taste her and see if this is true?

"Oh M'lord, please taste me, please use that golden tongue of yours and taste me!" Debbie was practically moaning into the bed sheets. The anticipation of him tonguing her caused her to spread her legs a little wider and push her butt back into his face.

His hands gently spread her cheeks again opening her sex to him completely. His tongue snaked out of his mouth and lightly touched the lips of her vagina. As he touched her she sucked in a breath and shuddered like his tongue was giving off electric sparks. He ran his tongue up and down the outside of her vulva not quite plunging into her but never breaking contact. She began to sob and tried to force her ass back into his face. He reached around and gently grasped one of her nipple between his thumb and finger and began to rub the little nub back and forth between them. He increased the pressure on the small nub tweaking it almost painfully. He had found earlier that she enjoyed her nipples to be used harshly, it was almost impossible for him to pinch them too hard. Her sobbing became ragged and her shudders became shivers. She mewled back at him.

"Oh God, my stallion, my master, take me now, mount me! Oh please, dear God, do it now!"

"Very well, wench, it would appear this filly is indeed ready to breed. Well, we will take care of that!"

He released her breast and climbed onto the bed behind her. Using both hands he spread her ass apart and placed the head of his penis at her entrance. With no warning he drove forward in one fluid motion until he was fully imbedded up to his balls. She screamed as he did so. After plunging in fully he stopped and waited for her reaction.

"Oh God yes! Yes! Don't stop now! Ride me, my stallion! Ride me hard!" She was grabbing the bedcovers and screaming into them as she pushed back into him trying to get him even further inside her.

That was all he needed to hear. Grabbing her by the hips he started to thrust his pelvis at her almost violently. In and out, long deep strokes. From this angle it felt to her that he was going to force his cock all the way through and out her mouth. She couldn't believe how deep he was going. She could feel every inch of his velvet rod as it plunged in and out. She was in heaven. There was no doubt that he was in total control, she was nothing more that the vessel for his lust. He was the stallion and he was taking his mare! Her mind went blank; she became nothing more than a cunt's life support system. Her only function was to receive his seed, to become his brood mare. Life had no meaning except for his cock pounding into her cunt!

Finally after what seemed a lifetime he pulled back on her hips as hard as he could shoving himself into her as far as he could. He exploded into her screaming as he did. She felt his ejaculation as if from a great distance. Her body had been writhing in pleasure but when she felt him cum, her own climax struck her like a bomb going off.

They both collapsed onto the bed trying to get enough air inside them to stave off unconsciousness. After a few minutes Mark weakly pushed himself up and off her falling next to her on the bed on his back. She turned her head toward him and reached out putting one hand onto his heaving chest.

"Oh my Lord, my stallion, your mare thanks you. That was..." she swallowed before continuing, "That was the most amazing experience of my life."

He look over at her and said, "Yes it was, but if my mare thinks her stallion is up for that one more time tonight she had better be looking for another stallion; this one will be dead!"

They both were laughing as they rolled into each other's arms and drifted off to sleep.

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With August came the beginning of football season. Mark had two practices per day, one in the morning and the other in the afternoon. If the seasons changed, very little else did. Although he came back dead tired from his afternoon session a quick shower and some dinner seemed to revive him. Or maybe it was his lady waiting for him. Either way the result was the same: there were times when he would fall asleep on the couch but feeling that warm body curled up next to him brought him instantly awake and ready for action.

For her part Debbie knew he needed sleep, food and some down time, but she also knew that blowing his nuts into her a couple of times a night didn't hurt either! If she felt he was too tired she would lead him to bed and spoon with him letting him slowly fuck her from the rear, a much gentler pleasure than they often indulged in but satisfying just the same.

In addition to looking out for him during his own training, Debbie had other plans that included him. Mark's birthday was coming up in a few weeks and she wanted to make it special for him. She always felt guilty for not letting him fuck her in the ass. She knew he understood her fear and was grateful bordering on reverence to him for not pressuring her, but she still felt guilty for not being able to give him everything he wanted.

She thought to herself, If I can train myself into losing weight why can't I train myself to take him back there? One day while he was at practice she visited a local sex shop and purchased a number of dildos of various sizes. She had a small one the size of her finger, another the size of a hotdog, another the size of a large sausage and one huge one that she estimated to be about the size of Mark's own sweet peter.

Every day while he was gone she would take out her training aids and with the help of a tube of K-Y jelly gently practice slipping them up her butt. At first she could only get the small one in. It felt good but even the small one felt like a telephone pole was impaling her. As she got used to it she found there was a technique to taking them in. She learned to relax her sphincter muscle allowing the head of the dildo entry, once the head was in she was home free! As the training sessions progressed what had been an onerous chore became a pleasure. She found the pressure of the dildo in her ass caused her vagina to moisten and she brought herself to many orgasms rubbing her clit while plunging a dildo up her ass!

A week before his birthday Debbie was ready to try the monster. She gave herself an enema, a different kind of pleasure all by itself, and lay down on the floor with her legs propped up on the bed. Using a large syringe with no needle she injected a good amount of KY into her ass and liberally coated her 'tools.' Concentrating on relaxing her sphincter she quickly inserted and removed the two smaller sized dildos. It had gotten so she could hardly feel these two as they went in. She then started pushing in the large cock-shaped one. Slowly working it in and out, push then pull, she finally felt the head pop through her muscle ring. She held it a minute until her ass became accustomed to the object invading her delicate rectum. Slowly she pushed it in, deeper and deeper until all six inches were inside her. Oh God, she thought, this really does feel good! How would Mark feel in there? Sweating at the thought she removed the dildo and picked up the monster. If I can take this then I can take him, and she so wanted for him to enjoy the pleasure of her ass. After playing with her toys she was beginning to believe she would get as much out of this as he would. She again injected more K-Y into her rectum and made sure the monster was well coated. The Monster as she thought of it was about eight inches long and almost as wide as her wrist. She had jammed it into her cunt before and was pretty sure it was about the same size as Mark.

She brought the Monster slowly to her anus spreading her legs as wide as she could. The head was like a mushroom and the entire thing looked like a baseball bat to her. Could she get in? She knew she had to try. Gently she pushed; the resistance was tremendous. She felt no pain as of yet but the tip was just barely inside her. She pushed harder and harder until she thought she was going to rip herself apart.

Suddenly the head flashed past the guardian muscle. Intense pain coursed through her body. She was being ripped apart! She must get it out! But no, she let go of the monster and lay there accepting the pain and relaxing her bowels. Soon the pain faded. She still felt as if a huge pole was impaling her but the pain was going away! As soon as she able, she again started to slowly push the huge rod into her rectum. Inch by inch it disappeared into her. She found that the farther she shoved it in the easier it got! She could feel every bump, every groove cut into the skin of that monster! Suddenly she was surprised to find the base tucked up against her butt. She had taken the whole thing! She knew she could take Mark now and no matter if there was a little pain involved she would now be able to give him everything he wanted! Plus she found she liked having her ass crammed full! Just another little bit of excitement she had been learning about!

Debbie practiced her newfound trick for the next week. By the end of the week she was a little sore but she knew what she was going to do come Saturday night!

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"What would M'lord wish to do to celebrate the anniversary of the date of his birth?" Debbie curtsied in front of Mark.

"What to do for my birthday, huh?" He rubbed his chin as if deeply contemplating an answer. "Well I guess I could ravage the serving girls as usual. Some of them have been a little uppity lately; maybe they need to be taught a lesson. A little stiff discipline might be just what they need. What do you think?"

"Oh M'lord that would be up to you of course; you alone are responsible for the discipline with the staff. Oh I mean of the staff of course. But might I suggest something?"

"Of course you may my dear, and might I add you are a pretty little thing, maybe you should come up and clean out the master's chambers about bedtime."

Debbie loved this play-acting and grinned saucily as she again dipped in a curtsy. "Of course M'lord it would be my honor but to my suggestion. How about dinner at a nice restaurant with your lady fair, a little dancing and then rapine and plunder?"

"Why that sounds wonderful! Shall I make reservations?"

"No need M'lord. Your staff had already taken care of it for you." The grin on her face turned a little wicked and she reached for his pants. "Now maybe we should get your other staff taken care of..."

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Mark hadn't thought of his birthday as any big deal but was looking forward to a night out especially since the idea seemed to please Debbie. They look through his wardrobe and it was agreed that he had nothing to wear for an evening out. Mark wasn't much of a clotheshorse and any nice suit he had was by now far too small for him. This meant a shopping trip.

Driving to the mall, their first stop was the men's store. Debbie picked out a tasteful tailored two-piece, expensive but made to last. She loved the way it hung on him, accentuating his fine build. Wearing that suit he could have easily pass for a young man in his early twenties. They had it fitted and promised by Saturday morning.

As they exited the store Mark took Debbie by the arm and guided her towards an upscale boutique. She protested that she had a closet full of clothes and didn't need anything new.

"Yes, you do" he insisted, "I doubt if a tenth of what you have fits you any more and what does will be years old. I can't have my escort looking like some old frump, now can I? We need to get you something that really displays what you have. You've spent enough pain and suffering getting to look gorgeous. Let's show it off!"

"Do you really think I'm gorgeous? I still don't know what you see in this old body"

Still holding her arm he stopped and turned her toward him. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure to see. You could be a centerfold in any girly magazine if that's what you wanted. When you enter a room there isn't a man alive that doesn't wish he could be on your arm. Now stop fishing for compliments and get that pretty ass of yours moving!" He turned her back toward the store and smacked her on the rump.

They looked at almost everything in the store and settled on a simple floral print with a low neckline and a hem about four inches above the knee. He picked it out for her and at first she was sure it was totally unsuitable. She tried it on just to please him but when she came out of the dressing room his reaction almost convinced her she was wrong.

"That's perfect!" he said. "There won't be a woman that doesn't hate you and a man that isn't stiff as a board!"

She blushed at his flattery but stopped to stare when she looked at herself in the mirror. The dress really was perfect. She hadn't seen herself dressed up in ages and couldn't believe what she saw.

The simple cut of the dress clung to her curves like a second skin. The low neckline showed an ample amount of cleavage without being overtly obscene and the high hemline placed her long lean legs on display perfectly. Not only did the dress suit her but also she was surprised at the taste her son showed in picking it out. It was sexy without being trashy, dressy without being too formal, and appropriate for the season and occasion. The dress took ten years off her age. Her eyes began to tear as she turned toward him. Without warning she threw her arms around him and kissed him hard on the lips.

Still holding him tightly she whispered in his ear, "I can't believe what you have done to me, my love. I am pretty now and it's all because of you. I love you so much."

He reached his arm around her and drew her tight against him. "I only helped bring out what was already there," he whispered in her ear. "The beautiful woman was inside you all the time; she just needed a little help getting out."

A young salesclerk with a huge, prominently displayed chest wandered over as they broke their clench. What a nice young couple, she thought. Definitely a younger man but my goodness what a catch she has made. What a gorgeous hunk of man flesh he is!

"Can I help you?" she said, "Is this what you picked out? That is lovely on you!" Turning to Mark "Will you need anything else to go with it for your, ummm, sister?" she said hopefully.

"Definitely not my sister" he said putting him arm around Debbie making it obvious their relationship was not brotherly. "I think all we need now are some shoes to go with it."

"Very well," she was obviously disappointed. "Then let's get this wrapped up for you."

Debbie changed back into her skirt and blouse in the changing room. They paid for the dress and left looking for a shoe store.

"Did you see that young slut?" Debbie hissed through her teeth, "I think she wanted to drag you into that dressing room and fuck you right there."

"Yeah, I get that a lot, but considering what I have at home, fluff like that doesn't interest me."

Taking his hand she looked down at the ground and whispered to him, "Thank you M'lord. I hope I please you. I know I can't compete with the young girls of today but what I have is all yours; you know that."

"You do please me, wench." As he said it a slight shiver went down her spine. "Now what would please me more is finding a nice pair of shoes to put on your pretty feet." Taking her hand he led her to the shoe store.

They looked over the selection and picked out a pair of pumps with three-inch stiletto heels. CFM shoes Debbie thought to herself, Come Fuck Me shoes. They asked the salesman to bring a pair in her size to them.

"Will you help me try them on?" she asked as she stepped out of the clogs she was wearing and sat in one of the chairs.

"Of course M'lady, your knight is here but to serve you!" He lifted her foot and started to place the shoe on her when she murmured, "Do you see anything you like down there?"

As he lifted his eyes she slowly parted her legs revealing that when she got dressed back in the dress shop she had neglected to put her panties back on. He could plainly see her soft downy pubic hair and the moist pink lips of her vagina nestled between her soft thighs.

"Ah yes," his voice almost squeaked, "Mmm, very ... ahh ... nice." He had trouble concentrating on what he was doing and missed getting the shoe on her foot twice before he finally succeeded.

She was thrilled by his reaction. She loved to tease him and couldn't believe that even given the number of times he had screwed her, the sight of her sex still distracted him.

"These are perfect," she said after finally getting both shoes on, "absolutely perfect. I'm done, are you ready to go home?" They paid for the shoes and headed for the car.

Driving home Mark glanced over at his mother. Her long tapering legs jutting out from her short skirt were a true vision. He reached over and placed his hand on her bare knee. Slowly he started to caress her, working his hand up her thigh until it disappeared under her skirt.

"Ya know," he said in a conversational tone, "you really should be more careful what you flash around down there. Some unscrupulous person just might try to take advantage of your, ahhh, lack of undergarments." He gently grabbed a tuff of her pubic hair and lightly tugged on it. "In fact some might even take it as an invitation, if you know what I mean." He released her hair and started to softly rub his middle finger up and down her exposed slit. She moaned and parted her legs allowing him full access.

"Maybe," she panted, "it was meant to be an invitation, or maybe I'm just trolling to see what I can catch!" As she parted her legs he inserted his finger into her up to the second knuckle but as she said "catch" she quickly closed her legs shut trapping his finger in her. She looked over at him and grinned evilly. He grinned right back at her and started wiggling his finger inside her.

"Well maybe some of us like being caught!" He could feel her start to get extremely wet, her legs relaxed a little and she started to thrust against his finger.

"No fair!" she said between clenched teeth. "You don't fight fair!"

"Ah well if it's a fair fight you want then you've come to the wrong place." He pushed his finger in deeper matching her thrusts. "I don't fight fair; in fact I just take what I want. What do you think of that?" His finger had found her pleasure nub and he began to vigorously rub it.

"Oh M'lord, M'lord, take whatever you want, it is all yours." Her head rolled back on the seat and her eyes closed. Her breath came in short sharp gasps. She groaned and spread her legs even wider. Her hands dropped into her lap and grabbed his pulling him even farther into her. It didn't take her long and when she came it felt like a short hot charge had been ignited in her groin. Her legs snapped back together holding him deep within her. As her climax washed over her, she shuddered and jumped in the seat.

As the feeling subsided she relaxed and drew his hand up to her lips giving it a light kiss. She could smell her own musky odor on his finger and she tentatively stuck her tongue out to taste her juice. It had a very distinctive flavor, mildly exciting and very feminine. She had never tasted herself before; even when she cleaned him off after fucking, the overpowering flavor of male was what she tasted.

"Intoxicating isn't it?" He smiled, "Now maybe you know why I crave it so much. You are my drug and I think I'm addicted."

Just then they pulled into their driveway. Picking up their packages they walked into the house, she a little wobbly and him a bit stiffly. As soon as he shut the front door she whirled around and dropped to her knees reaching for the buckle of his pants.

"Please, M'lord," her eyes were somewhat glassy, "your servant requests a special boon. Please let me service my master. It is my duty and I have been remiss."

"Then get on with it, wench!" He held his arms away from his sides giving her unfettered access, "Do your duty fully or there will be spankings before the eve is nigh."

She quickly unbuckled his belt, unsnapped and unzipped his pants and with a single motion pulled both his pants and briefs down to his knees. His erection jumped out straight almost hitting her in the face. A single drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip. Using her right hand she grasped his rod at its base, stuck her tongue out and deftly licked the tiny droplet from its tip. Using her tongue she proceeded to lick his engorged glans until it glistened wetly. Pressing her lips against the head of his cock she forced him into her mouth. She began sucking, drawing him even further into her cavity. Her hand began slowly riding up and down the exposed portion of his shaft. She could feel him place his hands lightly on the sides of her head. Raising her eyes she could see his face while she gently sucked on him. His eyes were closed, mouth open and head slightly back. He was softly moaning. She smiled around his rod and started sucking harder and moving her hand quicker. She reached around and grabbed his ass with her other hand, digging her fingernails into his muscular butt she drew him in tighter.

She could tell when he was about to cum. His penis began to jerk around in her mouth, the glans seemed to expand and his body suddenly went completely rigid. Seconds later he exploded sending streams of sticky, salty semen to fill her mouth. She swallowed and then swallowed again. Moments later he stopped squirting but she continued to suck and lick him clean. He began to soften even as she sucked harder trying to get the last little drop of his juice. Finally she released him and he plopped out of her mouth.

She looked at him demurely and said, "Did this one pleasure you, master?"

He was having trouble catching his breath but after a couple of tries he looked down at her and said "Adequate wench, barely adequate. You need practice but you do have potential."

He bent down and picked her up under her arms drawing her to him. He kissed her hard on the mouth silencing any possible response. She melted against him returning his kiss with all her heart.

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Saturday found them preparing for their night out. Mark showered and dressed quickly then moved downstairs to watch TV while he waited. He heard the click of heels on the stairs and looked back to see Debbie walking slowly down. His heart almost stopped. He jumped up and stared at her, his mouth suddenly gone dry.

She had put her hair up and applied a minimum amount of makeup. The dress fit her perfectly accentuating her proud bosom. Her legs in stockings and high heels seemed to go on forever. She looked like a fashion model, a well-endowed fashion model, taking her turn on the runway.

"Do I look all right?" she asked tentatively.

He couldn't say anything. He went to her, picked up her hand and brought it to his lips. Finally he found his voice. "I have never seen you more beautiful, my precious lady." He continued to stare into her eyes. "I truly must be dreaming. I can't believe I am so lucky as to be with you. Thank you, my love, thank you."

She blushed prettily and lowered her eyes. "You don't have to say that, you know. I'm pretty sure you're going to get lucky tonight no matter what."

"I don't know if I can say this without sounding stupid" he stammered, "but right now sex is the last thing on my mind. You are so beautiful I just want to be with you. I am so proud you allow me to be with you. You are like a piece of art, I feel blessed just to be able to look at you."

Her blush deepened even more. "I want to be pretty for you Mark. I want you to be proud of me. I wish I could show the world that I am really yours, your woman. If I can make you happy, that's all I ask."

"You make me happier than I have a right to be, my lady." He placed her hand in the crook of his arm and led her towards the door. "Let's go let the world see just what it is they're missing."

Dinner was excellent. The supper club Debbie picked out was an hour away so there wasn't much of a chance they would meet anyone they knew and it had a reputation for fine dining and good dance music. As they were led to their table by the maître d' they could almost hear the heads snapping and necks creaking following her as she walked. There wasn't a man in the house that didn't have his eyes on her.

She is magnificent! Mark thought. She shimmered and flowed as she moved across the floor. More than a few husbands and dates had had their shins kicked as they were seated at their table. More than a few of the women present scoped out the tall muscular youth escorting the attractive older woman but by and large they were much more circumspect than their male companions.

Mark ordered for them including a bottle of a fine wine he knew his mother liked. A small appetizer, salad, fish and desert made for a memorable meal. Mark drank very little of the wine as he was technically in training but ate everything else with gusto. After dinner they moved to the dance hall.

Mark had never danced in so formal a setting before but he watched the other couples on the floor and decided he could do what they were doing. He led her to the floor and held her close as they moved around the room. His heart was pounding; he couldn't believe this beautiful creature was here with him in his arms. Her smell was intoxicating. His earlier denial of a desire for sex was long forgotten. He was hard as a rock and trembling with adrenaline. In her heels they could look each other in the eyes without bending their heads. He felt like he was getting lost as he looked into her clear blue pools.

Debbie was in heaven. She could feel the passion he had for her from the minute she walked down the stairs. She had never felt so loved and desired. It wasn't just for her body she knew; he could have that anytime he wanted. She felt truly pretty for the first time in years. He wanted to show her off. She was his beautiful possession and he wanted to display her to the world. As they danced she felt his arms around her and she felt safe and secure. In her heels she could look into his eyes and see the desire and love he felt for her.

But as they danced she could feel the passion become entwined with lust. This was truly a mating dance. Two coming together in a ritual as old as time. As she melted against him she could feel his erection grow, becoming more pronounced with every step they took. As she felt the heat raising in him her own body responded, her breath becoming short and shallow. She was quickly going from the princess on the pedestal to a bitch in heat! She decided it was time to go. If he didn't explode soon, she knew she would.

As they walked to the car arm in arm Mark told her, "I can't wait to get you home! I don't know if I can take it for that long!"

"Oh I have a little surprise for you, birthday boy. We aren't going home tonight. There is a nice hotel here in town and I booked us a reservation for tonight. We'll be there in about five minutes. Can you wait that long, lover?"

"Even five minutes without you is to long" he groaned.

It was more like fifteen minutes once they checked in and carried the bags Debbie packed up to the room. It was the honeymoon suite. A huge bed was the centerpiece of the tastefully decorated room. There was even a bottle of fine domestic champagne on ice.

As soon as the door was closed Mark's trembling hands went to loosen his tie but Debbie placed her hands on his and stopped him.

"Wait just a little, my love. I want this to be something special for you." She placed a finger on his lips, "Don't say anything yet; just come here with me." She led him to the loveseat along the wall and pushed him down. "I want to take my clothes off for you first." She knelt before him with her back towards the chair.

"Unzip me please." She said looking back over her shoulder.

He reached out and grasped the small zipper fob and slowly drew it down her back. Her dress opened before him like the pedals of a flower.

"Now unhook my bra." He fumbled for the catch and they sprang apart under his fingers. She stood up still looking back at him and slowly let the dress fall off her shoulders and down to the floor. He couldn't believe his eyes, she had garterless stockings that came up to the tops of her thighs and no panties! She made no move to remove her stockings and high heels. Slowly she turned posing for him as she finally faced him. She was the perfect sexual being. He felt the blood pound in his head, little white spots danced in front of his eyes.

"See anything you like?" she said softly.

"Yessss" he hissed and instantly he was standing.

She stepped over to him and began to remove his clothing.

"Just stand there baby, let me do it."

She peeled the suit coat off his shoulders and threw it onto the chair. Next she loosened his tie and pulled it from around his neck. One by one she unbuttoned his shirt down to his pants where she undid his belt and unhooked the front clasp. Off came the shirt and undershirt. His chest was heaving as she gently ran her hands over it and down to his stomach, where hooking her thumbs in his waistband she drew his pants to the floor. Untying his shoes she helped him step out of them. He now had nothing on but socks and briefs. His erection could plainly be seen tenting the front of his shorts.

She led him over to the bed and sat him down on the edge. Bending down she removed his socks, his eyes captivated by her gently swaying breasts. Pulling him to his feet she grasped the waistband of his briefs and pushed hem down. His erection immediately sprang out in front of him. She paused momentarily to rub her cheek up and down the shaft pulling her head back she kissed the tip licking the ever-present drop of pre-cum from his piss hole. He groaned and shuddered.

"Patience, M'lord. We have much better to come yet tonight," she said pulling his briefs down and off. "Sit and make ready, my love."

She kissed him lightly on the lips turned and walked to their bags. Reaching into a side pocket she pulled out a small bag and walked back to the bed. She sat beside him pulling her legs up under her.

"I have a very special surprise for my birthday boy," she whispered, "how would you like to fuck me in the ass tonight?"

Mark's heart went to his throat. The one thing he had always wanted to try with her and she was offering it to him now! "We can't, beautiful lady," he said. "I know you're afraid it will hurt and I won't do anything that will hurt you."

She smiled at his concern, loving him even more because of his willingness to forgo his own fantasy to alleviate her own fears.

"Yes we can, my love. I have been practicing for a while and I know I can take you without much pain. I want to do this with you, and for you. It is my present to you. But you are going to have to help me prepare. Will you do that?"

He wasn't sure what she meant by practicing and he intended to ask about that later but right now there was only one thing on his mind. "Of course I'll help you! What do I need to do?"

Opening her bag Debbie withdrew her syringe and tube of K-Y jelly.

"The first thing we need to do is get me lubed up as much as possible." Opening the syringe and the jelly tube she squirted half the tube into the syringe. She handed it to Mark.

"You're going to take this and inject it up my butt," grinning she continued. "That should give you some practice for your hot beef injection later. Then you get to grease up that monster of yours and we get to see just where we can fit it in!"

Climbing to the middle of the bed Debbie folded her arms under a pillow and laid her face on the pillow. Her butt stuck up in the air just like it did when she wanted to be bred by her stallion.

"Now take that syringe and inject me with the lube. Make sure all of it goes in." Her voice held a slight ragged edge, whether from fear or excitement he couldn't tell. Maybe it was both!

"Now stick a finger in me and work it around a bit. This will help me loosen up a little."

Spreading a little jelly on his index finger Mark spread her cheeks exposing her little brow hole to him. He placed the jelly-coated finger over the puckered orifice and began to push. Surprisingly her anus opened up to his finger and it slid right in.

"Ahhh yes, that feels good, baby. Now work in and out a bit."

Slowly he withdrew his finger until just the tip remained inside then pushed as deep as he could. In and out, in and out, he could feel her sphincter muscles pull at his finger as he withdrew and draw him in as he pushed.

"Oh yes! That's wonderful! Now try it with two fingers."

He withdrew completely and immediately placed his index and middle fingers at her opening. Again he started pushing. At first there was some resistance but shortly the muscle relaxed and both fingers slipped in easily. In and out, in and out all the while Debbie was cooing and telling him how wonderful it felt. Finally she told him to take them out.

"Its time for the big show, my stallion. Are you ready? I know I am. Grease that monster up and place your head at my hole. I'll push back onto you, if that's okay?"

Quickly he agreed and grabbed the tube of lubricant. Squeezing a thick glob onto his penis he coated it with the slippery goo. Rising up on his knees behind her he spread her ass apart with one hand while guiding his cock with the other. He placed the tip next to the entrance of her anus and held it firmly.

"I'm ready when you are," he said. He could feel her start to press back into him, a slow gentle pressure at first but increasing as time went by.

Debbie was filled with a strange mixture of wild desire and crazed terror. As she felt him nestle his cock in her crack next to her butt she suddenly realized a number of things. First, she had never practiced with the dildo in this position. Secondly, when she was on her back guiding it in she was in total control, but not now. Although intellectually she knew Mark would never purposely hurt her, the fact of the matter was he was the one in control. If he decided to slam his hips forward, she was going to be impaled whether she was ready or not. She was relying on his self-control and nothing else. The thrill of being once again dominated, even if it was a passive domination, sent tremors through her. The animalistic vision of the stallion mounting his mare or the bull breeding his cow excited her. She wanted to be that mare, to be used as the receptacle of her male's sexual needs. But now he was going to be using her asshole for something nature never intended it for.

Secondly, as she pushed back against him it became obvious that his cock was no dildo. It may feel like a piece of steel in her hand but it was no ridged plastic toy. His head was soft and gave with the pressure spreading its mushroom head even wider as she pushed back into him. Would it ever be able it fit? She knew if they could get the glans through the muscular ring everything would be all right, but how it get it there? That was the question. Relax,  she told herself, relax, relax, relax.

Mark took his hand off of his shaft and with both hands spread her cheeks even farther apart. He could see the smashed head of his cock pressed tightly against her hole and he felt a moment of concern. It was so big and her anus so small! He was afraid he would rip her apart. Even as these thoughts ran around his mind he could see changes taking place. The soft head of his penis, smashed flat against her then seemed to elongate and slowly ooze through the tiny annular ring. As if being sucked in by some huge vacuum it began to slide faster into her bowels. Suddenly the head popped passed her sphincter and lodged in her rectal cavity the flared ridge of the glans preventing its expulsion like the barbs of an arrowhead. The instinct to ram forward impaling her with his full length was intense. With an almost godlike self-control he held himself still.

"Oh my God, you're in me, you're really in me!" Debbie whimpered into the pillow.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, concern overriding any possible sexual pleasure. "If it hurts I'll take it out now!"

"No baby, oh my God no, it doesn't hurt. You are so big. I feel so full. Just stay still for a minute and let me get used to this, big boy!"

Debbie had felt her sphincter start to relax just as she practiced but the speed at which he entered her was shocking. One second she felt the muscle give way and the next he was in her! There was no pain and that surprised her, but the pressure was unbelievable! Along with the pressure were the beginnings of intense pleasure. It was like losing her virginity all over again! The fear of the unknown had worried her before but now that he was inside her she knew she wanted more. She wanted him all the way in!

As she became accustomed to the feel of him inside her she began to push back slightly. He slid in easily about an inch. No pain, just pleasure. She pulled back until the head was just inside the opening. Push again then pull, push then pull. Each stroke brought him a little deeper into her bowels. Finally when she pushed back she could go no further, her ass pressed against his hips. She had taken all of him! Violated, used, degraded, wonderful! All these feelings raced through her body. She turned her face toward him trying to look him in the eyes.

"Take me you, fucking animal!" she shouted, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

Mark was amazed at the wildness he could see in her face. Her face contorted, teeth clenched she seemed more the untamed tigress than the normally passive mother he was used to. Hearing her words stung him into action. He grabbed her hips and slowly withdrew half of his shaft from her bowels. It felt like he was fucking a furnace. Her rectum grabbed him like a hot velvet vise; she was so tight he thought he could feel the contours of every inch of her colon. In and out, back and forth, slowly at first then increasing in speed as he could feel the pressure build up in his balls. He had been excited for so long tonight he knew his first ejaculation wouldn't be long in coming.

Debbie buried her face in the pillow and began screaming incoherently. The pleasure was the most intense that she had ever felt. Wave upon wave crashed through her until she felt like she was going to black out. It was like she could feel every ridge of his shaft, count the veins and bumps, as he rammed into her. Never had she felt this and never would she do without it again!

Mark's mind seemed to detach from his body like he had been drugged. The thinking being inside drifted back to watch as the animal took complete control. His universe was now ramming his cock as far into her as possible and spraying her with his seed. Without warning his hands cruelly forced her back into him, his hips drove forward as far as they could and he began to coat the inside of her rectum with his cum. Rope after rope of his semen shot into her until he felt like his whole body was emptying. As he began to cum her body went rigid and began to shake uncontrollably. The climax blanked her mind forcing out anything except the excruciating pleasure.

He collapsed driving her into the mattress. They both lay there gasping for breath and shaking uncontrollably. After a few minutes he put his arm around her and rolled the both of them onto their sides his cock still lodged in her ass.

"My God, Mom, that was wonderful! Thank you!" It was the first time he had called her Mom when they were alone since they began having sex.

She softly caressed the arm holding her and smiled.

"I'm not your Mom, baby. I'm your ass-fucked bitch and don't you forget it! Yes that was wonderful and I'm telling you now it won't be the last time you ream me like this now that we know it fits in there just fine. In fact it belongs there! You are magnificent, my stud!" She rolled away and his softening penis plopped out of her rear.

Getting to her hands and knees she looked down at him. Leaning down she softly kissed him on the mouth.

"Happy birthday, my handsome man." She rose up to her knees and stretched her arms over her head. "Now why don't we jump in the shower and get cleaned up? You still have at least two other orifices to service tonight and I want to get started right away!"

And service them he did.

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Chapter 5



August rolled along and soon it was September. School started and football season was in full swing. Debbie loved going to Mark's games. She'd always supported him, going to the games or matches, helping with the booster club, cleaning uniforms and getting him back and forth to practice. It had been her duty and she never complained, but now she had more than just a mother's interest in what he did. Now he was her champion fighting the barbarians, her gladiator battling for her favor. She had never paid much attention to football as a game before; it had just been something her son played. Now she watched the games, studied the plays, learning the whys and wherefores of the American religion called football.

As she learned more about the game she came to understand what Mark did and why. She was stunned when she suddenly realized just how good he really was. People called him a natural, a phenom (she agreed but not for the same reasons), the greatest thing to happen to their football program since shoulder pads. He shattered records for yards received and scoring; set a state record for yards returned on kicks and made academic All-American by maintaining a 3.9 grade average (would you believe he got a B in Sex Ed?). She was as proud as any mother/lover could be. Then the college scouts started to come around.

"First rate education and a full ride scholarship, Mrs. Matthews!"

"Beautiful campus!" "World class facilities!" "The best facility in the state!"

Dinners, lunches, and invitations for campus visits. On and on it went. Mark listened to all of their pitches, took notes and studied the options.

At some point it dawned on Debbie that Mark was going to leave home. Maybe she had subconsciously avoided thinking about the future but when she thought of it at all she saw him going to the local college and living at home with her. It was becoming obvious this wasn't going to happen. The local school was decent but not in the same class as the institutions that were heavily recruiting him. Her heart was aching but she couldn't see anything she could do about it. Finally one night it came to a head.

They were sitting on the couch watching TV as they often did, Mark with his arm around her and she snuggled in close to him. Her emotions were writhing and she felt she was going to explode if nothing was said. 
"Mark" she whispered tentatively into his shoulder.

"What, babe?" he absently replied.

"Where are you going to school?" She kept her face pressed into him not trusting herself to look him in the eye.

"I'm not sure yet. I have it narrowed down to three. They all pretty much offer the same thing and each would be a good choice but we need to make a visit to each before we decide."

"Then you aren't going to stay here?"

"No, of course not." His words hit her like a hammer. Wanting to be strong and stoic she tried to hold back but emotion overcame her and she started sobbing softly.

Realizing something was very wrong his attention suddenly was fully on her. He put both arms around her and held her tightly. "What's wrong? What did I say? Is it leaving here? I didn't really think you would care that much."

"Of course I care!" Anger at his words and the thoughtlessness behind them ignited a fury in her. "Of course I care! I love you! I'm not sure how I could live without you! Can't you see that? How could you not see that?" She started hitting him in the chest with her fist. "Don't I mean anything to you? Am I just a piece of ass you fuck and forget? Oh how could you!" Suddenly she couldn't even work up the strength to strike him; her gentle sobbing turned to gushing tears and she collapsed completely on his chest.

"What do you mean leave you? I'm not going anywhere, we are." His shocked expression turned to one of thoughtful contemplation. He started to smile when he fully realized what she said and what she must have thought. Taking one arm from around her he lifted her chin to look her in the eyes.

"You ninny! I would never leave you." His words floated into her mind but didn't seem to connect. "I couldn't live without you and you know it."

When it hit her what he meant, she hugged hard enough to force the breath out of him.

Turning back to the TV he grumbled, "Piece of ass. Fuck and Forget! Females!" A smirk formed on his lips. "Besides what would I do for a serving wench? I'm not about to break in a new one now that I just got this one about trained."

Debbie was sobbing again but now it was with relief and joy. Grabbing a handful of his shirt she looked up at him and whispered, "Take me to bed now! I need you now. Right now!"

Without saying a word Mark disentangled her arms from around him and stood up. He bent down and picked her up just like he had the first day they made love and carried her toward the stairs. After all a boy should do what his mother tells him to, right?

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The next few months were busy ones for everybody. There were colleges to visit, school work to do, mothers to fuck. Was the work never done?

They discussed what they wanted out of a college. A full-ride scholarship, of course. A good business school since Mark was leaning towards that as a major. A mid-sized campus with plenty of off-campus housing; after all she couldn't live in a dorm and he wasn't going to live without her. And one that was far away from here!

"This will be a new start for us," Mark told her. "Someplace where nobody knows us. We can be ourselves and not mother and son." They knew they would never be able to completely bury that fact but she agreed a fresh start far away would help.

They finally choose a school and Mark signed a letter of intent. They would sell the house at the end of the school year, move to the new town and get settled in before football and classes started next year.

Everything was perfect, life was perfect. Then disaster struck.

Mark had left for school that morning leaving Debbie to sleep in a little bit. It was the last day before the holiday break. Getting out of bed she started walking towards the bathroom when a wave of nausea hit her. She barely made it to the toilet before throwing up. Damn, she thought, I don't need to get sick; I'm too busy for this crap. Lifting her head and wiping her mouth off she felt a little better. Maybe it was nothing,  she said to herself. Maybe a little breakfast will settle my stomach. At the thought of food the nausea hit again and she began dry heaving in the commode.

Shit, maybe it's just the start of my period. It never hit me like this before but who knows?

With the thought of her period the blood drained out of her face. She rushed into the bedroom, opened a drawer and pulled out a little calendar where she tracked her cycles. Oh my God, I'm late, she thought. I'm never late! Then she remembered, she had been late once before. She never really paid attention to her periods before this. Cramping wasn't much of a problem for her and the two of them found they could fuck in the shower when her flow was the heaviest, or she could suck him off or he could ass-fuck her; it was a messy time but not a problem. She felt her world crashing in on her and she collapsed to the floor.

Mark came into the house and dropped his books to the floor.

"Wench, where is my dinner!" he bellowed. Silence met him.

"Hello? Where were you babe?" The car was in the driveway so she had to be here. Shouldn't be working out at this time of day and there really wasn't anywhere else to go. So where was she?

As he climbed the stairs he heard crying coming from their bedroom. He ran the rest of the way and stormed into the room. Debbie was lying on the bed curled up into a ball. Something was definitely wrong!

"What's wrong babe, what's happened?" She didn't look hurt but when he tried to touch her she pulled away from him.

"I've ruined everything, everything! Your life, my life. Oh God I'm so terrible! I should die!"

"What are you talking about? What's wrong?" he shouted. Sitting on the edge of the bed he looked around the room. On the dresser were a box and a plastic cup with a stick in it. The box read "First Response Pregnancy Test." Mark wasn't an academic all-American for nothing. He smiled and lay down on the bed putting his arms around her even as she struggled to get away.

"So that's what this is all about. Well I've heard that pregnant woman do get a little emotional but I didn't expect it to be this bad!"

"How can you joke about this?" she screamed flailing her fist back at him. "I've ruined everything! Everything is ruined! I just don't know how it happened!"

"Well" he drawled, "I may have only got a B in Sex Ed but I have a pretty good idea of how it happened."

He sobbing was interrupted be a little giggle; after all, what he said was pretty funny.

"I mean you did tell me to breed you, and what do you expect? I mean what do you think I got hanging on down there, Christmas tree ornaments?"

Debbie giggled some more and twisted around in his arms to face him. It broke his heart to see her red puffy eyes and blotchy face, she must have been crying all day.

"Oh Mark, what am I going to do? You don't want a baby and if they find out you got me pregnant they'll take her away from me and then I lose her and you and ... We tried so hard after you were born and I couldn't have another one and what will I do and where will I go and..."

Mark waited patiently for her to wind down. "First off," he said, "nobody needs to know its mine. Someone may suspect ― I doubt it ― but even if someone does, they can't prove it without testing and they can't do any testing without your approval, so they aren't a problem. Secondly, I may have only got that B in Human Sexuality but I got an A in logic and due to the empirical evidence, I deduce it wasn't your problem you couldn't conceive. Thirdly, this doesn't change our plans one bit. They have a nice hospital on campus and I'm sure they know how to deliver a baby. So where you go is with me.

"Now as to what you will do, well again it's obvious from my scholastic achievement I am no expert but I expect as to what you will do is get a nice round belly, bigger tits and in about 7 to 8 months a little person will pop out from between your legs. That should just about cover it."

"But you don't want a baby," she whispered into his chest. He didn't say anything. She looked up into his eyes and something clicked for her. "You do want this baby. You really do want our baby! Oh my God, I love you!" Wonder filled her as it dawned on her that he wanted this baby as much as she did. Crying again she buried her face in his chest again.

Mumbling to himself Mark said, "Jesus Christ, what is it with women and crying? It's a damn good thing my clothes are drip-dry." Her crying turned to laughter as she held onto him safe within his arms.

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"You are definitely pregnant, Mrs. Matthews. You are only about six weeks along but everything appears normal." The doctor removed his glasses and set them down on the desk in front of him. "There is something I need to ask: I don't usually get into this discussion with my patients but, well, you are an older woman, unmarried ... Do you intend to keep the baby?"

"Oh yes" Debbie smiled at him, "I want this child more than anything."

"Good," he picked up his glasses and replaced them. "You are a little more mature than most of my patients but now days that is much less of a problem than it used to be. The exercise is good; keep it up. Your weight is optimal and your heart and blood work look very good. I would like to see you take some extra vitamins and dietary supplements. Oh here is a sample of a cream, you can get it over the counter, use it on your stomach and breasts during your term, it will help with the tightness and it also helps reduce stretch marks. Other than that everything looks very good, do you have any questions?"

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Christmas break came and went. The pace of their lives slowed somewhat; one requirement of his scholarship was that he not participate in any other inter-school sports so he gave up wrestling and concentrated on school work. His days were spent at school, homework and time with Debbie.

One of his greatest pleasures was applying the skin cream to her stomach and breasts. Usually this ritual was done just before bedtime, sometimes immediately after sex. Since she wouldn't be showing for another few months there was no purpose for the excise other than both of them liked to do it.

Debbie would lie in bed on her back naked while Mark gently rubbed the cream over her stomach. Starting where her pubic hair began he rubbed in circular motions working the cream into her skin over her still taut belly. Slowly he worked his way up towards her breasts where he gently massaged each magnificent globe. Inevitably he would bend down and take a nipple in his mouth and lightly suck and chew while he manipulated the other teat. Due to the new hormones flooding her body Debbie's breasts and nipples had become super sensitive.

Legs spread, knees bent, without fail desire would begin to burn within her and she would pull him on top of her demanding he fill her now-sopping void. Since learning about the baby, Mark's lovemaking had become very gentle and tender. He would ease himself into her as if he were afraid she would break. Slowly he stroked into her sometimes riding her for half an hour before they arrived at their climax. While it was wonderful, as was everything he did to her, she missed the hard pounding of her sexually crazed stallion.

Finally one night when he was on top of her slowly fucking away she reached up and grabbed his face in her hands and looked him in the eyes. "You know Mark I'm not made of glass; you won't break me."

"I know" he said looking down at her, "but I don't want to do anything that might hurt you or the baby."

"I know you don't, honey, but you're not going to hurt me or the baby. This is wonderful, it really is, but what I really want right now is for you to pound that big boy into me, ride me like I know you can. I want to be used, abused and totally fucked hard and wet."

"Are you sure?" His look was questioning.

"Yes I'm sure, now do your duty Mr. Big Shot!"

Grinning he pushed up with his arms fully extended. Then pretending to scowl he looked down at her and said, "Just who do you think is giving the orders around here, bitch?" Reaching back he hooked his arm under her knee and drew it up where it rested on his shoulder. "I'll use your cunt anyway I damn please." His other arm drew up her other leg to his shoulder. She lay there splayed out under him, legs over his shoulders completely open to his every whim. Placing his hands on the bed just over her shoulders he looked down at her.

"If I want to fuck you slow, then I'll fuck you slow; if I want to fuck you hard then I'll fuck you hard!" On the second "hard" he rocked forward picking her butt up off the bed as he did and drove his shaft deep into her.

She groaned closing her eyes and licking her lips she hissed, "Yesss M'lord, I am your cunt and you decide what you do to me. Oh God that feels good, yes, yes, fuck your cunt, M'lord fuck your cunt hard!"

As if releasing energy pent up for the past few weeks, Mark began to drive into her hard and fast. With each thrust forward her legs draped over his shoulders lifting her ass into the air forcing her cunt up and onto his massive cock. The pleasure that had been a warm glow suddenly became a burning maelstrom. Her pussy felt like it was being hammered, pounded and beaten into submission and she loved it! Within minutes he grunted forcing himself as deep into her as he could and held it there releasing his seed. As soon as she felt him tense up, her own orgasm started stabbing through her belly like a hot poker.

After he flopped down next to her breathing hard and covered with sweat she rolled on her side facing him and stroked his chest. "I've missed that, my stallion. I don't think you've ever been that deep in me before." Giggling she said, "I wouldn't be surprised if after that our daughter came out pregnant herself."

"So you think it's a girl, do you?"

"Oh yes, something inside of me seems to know. It's a girl just like I knew for certain you were a boy. You won't mind a girl, will you?"

He rolled over to face her. "Of course not! The only problem I can see is I know she will look just like you. Given that I can just imagine the time I am going to have keeping those little bastards from trying to mount her. Boys think of only one thing you know: all they want to do is fuck and fuck and fuck. Unlike me of course." Debbie giggled again.

"Well a daughter it is then, so what are we going to name her?"

Debbie looked thoughtful for a minute. "I was thinking of Eve, because she is truly the start of our new life."

"Well," Mark rolled over onto his back and closed his eyes, "we certainly can't call her Chastity after her mother."

Debbie punched him hard on the arm and giggled as she snuggled up next to him.

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The next few months moved quickly. Mark was still busy with school and off-season training while Debbie concentrated on preparing the house for sale. One day while cleaning the bedroom she noticed an envelope that had fallen behind the dresser. She picked it up and opened it. It was the invitation to her class reunion now months in the past. She had forgotten all about it! She smiled thinking that this little piece of paper was what started the whole crazy wonderful life she now led.

She started to throw it into the trash but suddenly stopped herself. I'll just keep this, she thought. To her it wasn't just another expired invitation but like a birth announcement, the birth of her new life.

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The sale of the house went smoothly and very profitably. Mark handled the negotiations through a real estate agent and Debbie was shocked when she saw the price they got for it. Unsurprising to her Mark turned out to be a sharp negotiator, almost instinctively knowing what was the best price he could get and dealing firmly to get it. The contract allowed them to stay until after graduation.

Mark graduated with high honors, but not Magna Cum Laude, (that damn B in Human Sexuality again!) Only they knew his true final exam grade for that class was growing under the gently swelling belly of his proud mother sitting in the audience!

As with most pregnant women Debbie began to show after about the first four months. Very few people in town even suspected she was expecting and if they noticed they probably thought she was just gaining some of the weight back that she had lost earlier. But for anyone who knew her well the glow of health and vitality she radiated would have been a dead giveaway.

After graduation they sent most of their belongings to storage and set out house hunting in their new town. It turned out they had plenty of help. The college athletic booster and alumni organizations were not allowed to provide gifts or remuneration to athletes but information and advice was free and eagerly given. It didn't take them long to find a nice older home, far too large for their present requirements, but reasonably priced and adaptable to their needs. The addition of a gym, steam room, sauna, shower facility and an area dedicated to massage was quickly accomplished at more than reasonable cost when certain words were put into certain ears about supporting the new freshman football star. Their new home quickly became their nest where the outside world ended at the door and their true life began just inside.

Football was not a sport on campus so much as a religion where the players and coaches were minor deities ― overworked deities, but deities nonetheless. Workouts and practices began almost as soon as they arrived. Mark's time was filled with strength training, play development meetings, scouting report sessions, freshman orientation and anything else they could think to occupy him. College football made no allowance for wives or wife equivalents; after all, if they wanted him to have one they would have issued him one with his pads. The pace was grueling for Mark but he worried more about his mother. He had the support of the team and the various organizations to help him when needed it, she had nobody.

He brought up his concerns to her one day while they were snuggling on the couch relaxing. His arm was around her rubbing her by now huge belly.

"Honey, you need some help around here. I try but I can't always be her when you need me. Maybe we should think about hiring someone to help around the house. You're really going to need it when the baby's born. It's going to be the start of the season and you know what that means for me. You're killing yourself now. I can't imagine what it's going to be like when the baby's here."

"Are you saying I can't cut it? I'll have you know I had one baby, raised him and he seemed to turn out all right." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she spoke to him.

Chuckling he leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I don't know if he turned out all right; I hear he's quite a motherfucker if you know what I mean." She gave him a little punch but started to smile.

"But think of this. You're going to want to go to the games, including the away ones. It's going to hard enough with a newborn around here let alone on the road. Plus wouldn't it be nice to have some help with the laundry, cooking and shopping? I feel like I've been letting you down with the work. If I could be here I would, but you know I can't. Think about it. If you want to, we can look around and see who is available. No need to commit to anything; we can just look."

Debbie hadn't said anything but did think about it over the next few days. Her back seemed to ache all the time now. Mark's massages helped but only enough to let her sleep at night. Her belly was huge. She hadn't put on all that much weight but what she had was all in belly and boobs. She felt like a cow and had trouble even bending over to pick up something from the floor.

One night over dinner she tentatively broached the subject and told him it might not hurt to look for someone. He agreed and said he would send a query through the campus employment pool and they could see who applied. This pool drew not only from the college students but local residents looking for work around campus. The position was for a full-time nanny with light housework, shopping and some cooking.

Debbie was disappointed with most of the applicants. The majority seemed to be blond, blue-eyed, busty coeds much more interested in what Mark was doing and where he fit into the equation than how they would help take care of a new baby. Unsurprised but still elated, Debbie was glad to find Mark summarily dismissed most of them as lacking credentials without even a look at their oversized chests.

"A bunch of stupid bitches," he growled as he rubbed her tired feet and swollen ankles. "As if I'd let some bimbo who only thought of a baby as a dress-up toy near my daughter!"

"Some of them were very pretty, don't you think?" she said, teasing him.

"Bah!" he growled, "I have the most beautiful woman in the world right here. I have no use for airhead silicone symbiots!"

She practically purred as she laid back and let him work on her feet.

"Well most of what we've seen have been students; maybe we'll get some of the locals soon."

"I hope so; I don't like seeing you work so hard." He bent down and kissed her foot lightly. Turning her foot slightly outward her kissed and nibbled at her ankle. Shifting his position he started working his way up her leg kissing the inside of her calf and up to her thigh.

Debbie moaned softly and spread her legs giving him unfettered access. The increasing size of her belly had made it uncomfortable for her to have his monster prick rammed up inside her and the resulting slowdown in their sex play left her horny much of the time.

Mark slipped to the floor and gently laid her legs over his shoulders while continuing to work his way toward her groin kissing every inch of her inner thigh. The robe she was wearing fell open leaving her naked to him. Reaching her mound he took a deep breath smelling her rich, pungent, musky scent. The tongue darting out of his mouth lightly touched the lips of her vagina, running up and down her moistening slit. Listening to her moan he let his tongue gently part her lips to eagerly lap at the fresh juice she produced. He inserted a finger into her cunt withdrawing it when it was fully coated. Leaving her pussy the finger trailed down to her ass crack to poke lightly at her puckered anus.

"Oh God Mark that feel so good! Don't stop baby, eat your bitch out! Make me cum! Oh please don't stop!"

Too busy to say anything he pushed his finger into her ass up to the first knuckle and let his tongue find her clit. While his tongue played with her distended pleasure nub he slowly stroked his finger in and out of her butt.

"Oh God, oh God ohgodohgodohgod ... Ahhhhhoooowww!" She grabbed his head and pulled him tight against her, trying to shove his face into her cunt. She began to shudder and shake screaming incoherently. Her body relaxed and she pushed him away.

"Oh baby! What you do to me! God, I love you! Now get up here! I bet I know someone who needs a little relief about now."

Not arguing, Mark quickly stood while she sat up on the couch. Reaching up she unbuckled his pants and pulled down both them and his briefs in one motion. His throbbing erection sprang out at her.

"My! This bad boy looks angry doesn't he? Well let's just see what we can do to calm him down, why don't we."

One hand firmly grasped his shaft while the other went around grabbing his butt pulling him in toward her waiting mouth. As her lips passed over the blood filled head she began to suck strongly drawing him further into her gaping orifice. Stroking his shaft with one hand she released his ass and cupped his balls with the other. Fondling, stroking and sucking, it wasn't but a few minutes before the excruciating pressure from his balls manifested itself in a torrent of sperm flooding her mouth. She swallowed everything she could and then started cleaning him off with her tongue until he softened in her hand.

Letting his flaccid penis slip from her mouth with a final kiss to the tip she look up at him demurely and said "Does your wench please you, M'lord?"

The look of love and the long gentle kiss on the lips gave her the only answer she needed.

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Chapter 6



It had been a warm morning and the afternoon was even hotter. Debbie had just sat down for a cup of tea when she heard the doorbell ring. Grumbling, she heaved herself out of the chair and waddled to the door.

Standing on the porch was a slim Asian girl. Her long black hair was tied back in a lose braid falling halfway down her back. Debbie noticed right away that although she definitely had Asian blood she was bigger-chested than your average oriental and her eyes were rounder than expected; her hands were clasped in front of her.

The girl kept her eyes looking down towards Debbie's feet. Suddenly she bowed from the waist and spoke softly. "Mrs. Matthews? I am Kikiroko Fujimora. I have come to apply for the position of nanny."

"Please come in Ms. Fujimora." Debbie stepped back as the girl entered the hallway.

"I usually don't interview without Mr. Matthews but why don't you come in and sit down."

Debbie ushered the girl into the living room and gestured to a chair across from hers.

"Please have a seat. Would you like some tea?"

"No thank you, Mrs. Matthews, but please allow me." Without waiting for a response she walked over to the table next to Debbie's chair and poured a cup. Refolding her hands she gave a slight bow walked to her chair and sat down. Sitting straight not touching the chair back, legs primly together and eyes downcast.

"Before we go any further my name is Debbie; no need for 'Mrs. Matthews.' Now please tell me a little bit about yourself."

Kiki, as she was called, was originally from Okinawa in the Japanese islands. She was twenty years old and had been in the US for three years. Her cousin was a visiting professor at the university and she had come over to assist him in his research as well as pursue her own studies. She was well into her own course of study at the university but her cousin was due to leave soon and she would lose the faculty tuition discount when he returned home. She was looking for work with a flexible schedule that she could fit around her classes. Without continuing on as a student she would be forced to return home. This last she said very softly with her eyes fixed on the floor.

"You don't want to go home, do you Kiki?"

"No Mrs. Matth ... Debbie-san." Kiki's eyes brimmed with tears.

"Why not, honey?" Debbie asked softly.

Kiki bit her lip and closed her eyes. "I must tell you my shame. You need to know. I am a halfbreed, tsuihousha, an outcast. My father was an American GI stationed in Okinawa when he got my mother with child. He refused to claim me and soon left for America. Later my mother married and they had their own children."

"Oh honey, that's nothing to be ashamed of! You had nothing to do with what your father did or didn't do. Surely nobody can hold that against you?"

Kiki looked up at her. "You don't understand, Debbie-san. In Japan to be a halfbreed is very bad thing. No one wants you. No one hires you. In Japan halfbreed is good only for labor or as..." her eyes dropped along with her voice, "a prostitute."

For some reason Debbie liked this girl. Certainly her heart went out to her, but there was something else as well. Maybe she's feeding me a bunch of bull,  Debbie thought, but she didn't think so.

"I'll tell you what, Kiki: Mark will be back this evening. Let me have your résumé and you come back at about seven so he can meet you. If everything works out I think you can have the job. As you can see I need a little help around here. It will be a big job, but if you're willing we can give it a try."

"Yes, you are almost mama-san." She got an almost wistful look in her eyes. "Thank you, Debbie-san. I promise you will not be disappointed. I work very hard. I help you very much." She stood up believing she had been dismissed. Debbie struggled to get up but Kiki was instantly by her side gently pushing her back into the chair.

"No, mama-san" she said firmly. "You rest. I let myself out. I will be back tonight." Debbie slumped back into her chair gratefully.

Debbie sat and sipped her tea wondering if she had done the right thing. There was no logical reason for it but she felt something wonderful had happened.

During dinner Debbie told Mark about Kiki, a little apprehensive that he might take affront that she had already for the most part hired the girl.

Mark just waved his hand and said, "If you like her and want to try it then she's yours."

"I checked her references and they seem to check out. Also I looked up a little bit about Japanese culture while I was at it. She's right; Eurasians in Japan are treated like crap, legally!" Debbie enjoyed playing the subservient to Mark, but it was her choice. What she read about the treatment of non-Japanese ― and Eurasians were considered non-Japanese ― made her blood boil.

Looking at her with a very serious expression Mark said, "Then by all means you must save your young lady from those evil Orientals." His face was serious but his eyes were laughing.

"Oh you!" missing with a half-hearted swing, he started laughing out loud.

At precisely seven the doorbell rang. Mark answered the door, Debbie following behind him.

Kiki was standing on the porch obviously dressed for an interview. She had on a long print dress and covered her to the ankles, feet in plain flat sandals, hair brushed till it shined and flowing over her shoulders and down her back.

Mark smiled and held the door open for her. "You must be Kiki, konbanha Kiki-san." He bowed to her as she entered.

Kiki's mouth dropped open in surprise and she bowed deeply and started speaking Japanese very quickly.

Lifting his hands in surrender he started laughing and said, "Please, please, I'm sorry I've just used up about all the Japanese I know! Please come in."

"You honor me greatly ikkano aruji," her head still bowed.

Debbie stepped around Mark and giggled. "Hello Kiki. Won't you please come in?"

They sat and talked for a while, Debbie and Mark outlining what they were looking for and what the pay would be.

"You would Debbie's companion and helper," Mark stated. "If it's all right with you I don't see any reason why you can't start tomorrow."

"Doumo arigatou,  Mark-san," Kiki said as she got up to leave, "Debbie-san, I will be here in morning."

Within a week Debbie could never imagine living without her. She was a constant companion, helping with the cooking, laundry, and shopping. With no classes in session she spent almost all day with Debbie from early morning till just before the Matthews were getting ready for bed. Debbie found her to be extremely bright, funny and wonderfully friendly. Once she became accustomed to Debbie she began to trust her as a friend more than an employer and they would spend hours chatting like magpies. Debbie loved every minute they spent together but somehow that bothered her.

"Kiki, don't you have any friends you'd like to see? I love the time we have together but a beautiful young girl like you must have dozens of boyfriends chasing you around. You shouldn't be spending all your time with an old cow like me."

"Oh no, mama-san," Debbie never could break her of calling her that, "it seems very difficult to make friends here and the boys ... Well all they want to do is ― how do you say it? ― get in my pants."

"They can't all be like that. Don't you want a boyfriend?"

Kiki hesitated for a second and softly replied, "I want what you and Mark-san have, mama-san. I see that you love each other very much. I know it is much to ask but I want nothing less."

Debbie hugged the girl tightly, "Oh Kiki, you'll have that someday. You are too precious and wonderful not to have everything you want. But there's more, isn't there? Its not just boys being boys, is it? You can still enjoy yourself even while they try their best to poke you." She looked down and patted her big belly. "And sometimes it's even fun if they do. So do you want to talk about it?

"No, mama-san." She buried her face in Debbie's shoulder. "Maybe sometime, but not now."

They were standing crying in each other's arms as Mark walked through the door. "What's wrong? What's happened? Are you okay?"

Breaking apart, Kiki began drying her eyes and Debbie said, "We're fine, nothing's wrong."

"Well something must be wrong. What's the problem?"

Debbie sternly looked at him and said: "Men!"

"And what has my ignoble sex done now?"

"All men want to do is screw and leave!"

"Ah, yes, well, I think I'll leave now and go set the table," he turned and walked out quickly muttering something about females, crying, and Christmas tree ornaments

Kiki turned to Debbie, "Christmas Tree ornaments?'

Debbie started laughing "I'll tell you about that some other day."

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The two of them ― and when he was available the three of them ― became inseparable. With Kiki helping, the housework went quickly and easily. Meals took on a definitely oriental flavor, something Mark and Debbie learned to appreciate. Kiki was amazed at the amount of food one man could eat and not gain a pound, except maybe for muscle.

"That's the football training, Ki. He burns up as many calories as I can force down him. He's a wide receiver. That means he's running all the time, for hours on end."

Kiki had a puzzled look on her face. "I have heard on this Feetball. It is a game I know but I do not understand. I know Mark-san is very popular here at school. Everybody knows him and when they find out who I work for they want to know about him. Especially the girls." Kiki blushed furiously as she said it.

Debbie laughed knowing Kiki was embarrassed to tell her Mark was the target of all the young hotties on campus. "Yes they do have a tendency to follow him around, don't they. Well he is a very handsome man isn't he?"

Kiki blushed a deep red and said "Yes, very handsome man, most handsome at school."

"Well I think so too and of course playing football helps. If you want to know why football makes him so popular try thinking of him as a well-known Sumo wrestler back in Japan."

Kiki's face lit up with understanding. "Ah Sumo! Yes, very popular! Yes, I see now. Mark-san very important! But he seems to be so nice, like real person not some, mmmm, Big Shot!"

"That's the way he has always been. He doesn't pay much attention to the fuss; says it's silly for everyone to treat him like he was something special just because he can catch a ball and run with it. Just treat him like you would everybody else, that's what he likes."

"But mama-san he is the ikkanoaruji (master of the house) and it is my place to treat him so. It is my honor to serve him and show the proper respect! You act as servant to him, I have seen it. Should I do no less?"

"Yes Kiki, but I enjoy serving him. That's my choice; it's a game we play. You can treat him with all the respect you want, he deserves that, but he is just a man like any other. Well maybe not like any other man; he is unique and he's ours to take care of."

"Yes Debbie-san, we must take care of him very well!"

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"Welcome back to Wildcat Roundup! Today we have a special guest with us: Mark Matthews, the freshman phenom wide receiver. Mark, thanks for coming today."

"It's a pleasure to be here, Bill."

"So Mark, your first college game is under your belt and what a game it was! Ten receptions, 175 yards and two touchdowns! Practically career numbers in just one game! Tell everybody out in our listening audience what it feels like to be in the Big League and how you like our school!"

"Thanks, Bill. I'm glad the team had a good game and I'm happy to help in any way I can. But remember without Marcus, our quarterback, our blockers and running backs I wouldn't have had a chance to help. This is a team effort. I'm only one of the weapons our coaches have. I love the school and couldn't think of being anything but a Wildcat."

"And that's all the time we have. Again, thanks for joining us, Mark."

"Thank you, Bill."

"When we return, Bruce Baccus, head coach of our Wildcats, will join us to discuss next week's game."

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Debbie knew Kiki had been taking classes ― she was over here on a student visa for God's sake ― but she never even thought to ask what her major was. The day she found out Debbie almost decided to marry Kiki herself.

Her back had been killing her for the past two months. She was sure the baby had to weigh 20 pounds and she was carrying every pound of it sticking right out in front of her. Mark had insisted he continue their massages even if they didn't always result in sex ― well not always anyway. But he could only do it in the evening when he was home. That helped a lot and she didn't think she would be able to sleep at all without them, but that left the rest of the day for an aching back and swollen feet. After bending over to pick up a dropped sock she rubbed her fists into the small of her back and let out with a loud groan.

"Are you okay, Debbie-san?" Kiki called from the next room.

"Oh I'm all right Ki; my back is hurting is all. That's what I get for carrying around this heavy little beast I guess."

Kiki rushed into the room and set down the basket of laundry she was carrying.

"Here, let me help." She came around behind Debbie and started to rub her lower back.

"Oh that feels wonderful, Ki! Mark's massages help so much but he can only do them at night. Oh this is good."

"Then you should have one now, mama-san." Grabbing Debbie's hand they walked down to the massage room.

"Kiki this isn't part of the job description. You don't have to do this, you know."

"Hush mama-san, you're hurt I can help. I would do this for you even if you didn't pay me. Besides I am studying to be Physical Therapist; this is good practice for me."

Kiki had Debbie take off her blouse and stretch pants and lay on the table. She couldn't lie on her stomach so she settled for her side leaning over toward her stomach. Kiki looked at Debbie's maternity bra and panties and shook her head.

"No, no. Everything off, now."

Debbie blushed. She hadn't been naked in front of anyone but Mark and her doctor for ages. Kiki noticed her blush and smiled.

"No need to be embarrassed, Mama-san. In Japan it is normal to be nude with other people, even strangers, and I'm no stranger, am I?" Taking some oil from the oil warmer she spread it on Debbie's back and began to rub the pain away.

Her gentle but firm touch was so different from Mark's. The pain and ache seemed to melt away. There wasn't the extreme sexually electric feeling she got when Mark's hands were on her but there was still pleasure and a feeling of total trust and contentment. Kiki worked her way up the back, down the legs, the arms, neck and shoulders. Gently rolling Debbie over onto her back she massaged the front of her legs and feet.

Debbie was surprised when Kiki started gently rubbing her distended belly. Kiki told her she must keep these muscles well taken care of so that once the baby was born her belly would be flat again very soon. By the end Debbie felt loose as a dishrag and completely pain free.

"Oh Ki, that was wonderful! I do love you!" She grabbed one of Kiki's hands and brought it to her lips. "I don't know what I would do without you!"

Kiki looked down at Debbie and said softly, "I love you too, Mama-san." She bent down and lightly kissed Debbie's cheek. Debbie turned her head and lifted her lips to the young girl's. Their lips softly pressing together she released Kiki's hand and moved hers to rest gently on the back of the younger woman's neck, holding her in place. She held her neck not so much to prevent her from moving but to guide her toward her lips. It was a long gentle kiss, not so much sexual as sensual. This wasn't the kiss of a sex partner; it was the kiss of a best friend. She released Kiki's neck and they both reluctantly broke the kiss together.

Looking up into her friend's eyes she smiled and said, "Thank you. That was wonderful. I hope I didn't scare you. I promise I won't do that again if it bothers you."

Answering her without words Kiki bent down and kissed her on the lips again, a real kiss, a kiss with love and feeling behind it. She lifted her head and smiled.

"Debbie, you and Mark-san have been so kind to me. I feel like I belong here. Thank you letting me be a part of your life. I have been lonely for so long. Thank you." Tears started rolling down her cheeks.

"You do belong here with us. I know we've been together for a very short time but I feel as if I have known you all my life." Struggling to get up Kiki put an arm around her back and helped her sit up. Debbie looked over to her shyly. "Kissing a girl doesn't bother you?"

Kiki laughed and said "Girl kisses are nothing, Debbie, not like when you kiss Mark-san. Girls kiss and play all the time." She suddenly looked frightened. "Does it bother you? I not want to do it if it bothers you."

"Kiki, I have never kissed another woman like that. I thought it would be strange but with you it felt like the most natural thing in the world. No, it didn't bother me at all!"

Looking relived, Kiki began to help Debbie dress. "Good. Then you get plenty of girl kisses. Now we get you upstairs for your rest."

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Something's different,  Mark thought after he had been home for a while. He didn't think he had ever seen the two women any happier. They fawned over him. Getting his dinner, bringing him something to drink, taking his shoes off. They giggled and whispered to each other acting more like giddy school girls than grown women. But they were happy and he was getting more attention than he could hope for so what the heck! Some things,  he thought, are better left alone.
 
Later that night after Kiki left Mark and Debbie were cuddling on the couch, not even watching TV. Debbie just wanted to be stroked and held.

Suddenly there was a tremendous pounding on the front door. Mark jumped up and rushed to the front hallway where he flung open the door. There was a blur and he found himself with a sobbing girl plastered to his front, her arms locked around him squeezing him tight enough to crack ribs. She was crying the sobs racking her body as she mumbled a continuous stream of unintelligible Japanese.

He closed the door and wrapped his arm around her, stroking her hair and cooing to her.

"Shhh Kiki it's all right now, It's all right. You're safe. You're safe now."

Debbie was just entering the hallway when Kiki saw her, releasing Mark she ran to Debbie, wrapped her arms around her and began crying into her shoulder.

"Oh mama-san, mama-san, mama-san..."

Debbie put her arms around the obviously frightened girl and whispering to her led her into the living room where they sat on the couch. Mark sat down in a chair looking at the two enmeshed women.

It took awhile to get the full story but it appeared that shortly after she left their house Kiki was accosted by two men who taunted and screamed obscenities, telling her exactly what they intended to do. She turned and ran back to their house with the two men chasing her; they only left her alone when she ran up to the door and started pounding on it.

Finally she calmed down enough so that she lay with her head on Debbie's shoulder, eyes closed very close to sleep. Mark looked at Debbie with a puzzled expression on his face. She had quite a scare, it was obvious, but her reaction was extreme even for the perceived danger she had been in. Debbie looked at him and mouthed the words: "I'll tell you about it later." Then she said aloud, "You're going to have to take her home tonight."

Mark looked at the still-trembling form and said, "No way. She's not going anywhere tonight. Let's get her to bed and I'll call her cousin." Gazing down again he continued, "I don't know what kind of shock she's had but I don't think she should sleep alone tonight. I'll carry her up to our bed and you two sleep there. I'll make up the bed in the back room and sleep there."

"Oh Mark, you'd do that? It's all right with you? We haven't slept apart since ... Well, you know when. Are you sure it's all right?"

"Don't be silly, Deb. She needs you more than I do. Let's get you two to bed and I'll make the call."

Mark put an arm around Kiki's shoulders and one under her knees. It took a little bit for Debbie to pry Kiki's arm from around her but when she did the girl immediately wrapped them around Mark's neck holding on like she was afraid he was going to let go. He carried her upstairs Debbie following. Kiki was almost asleep already; she had been totally exhausted both mentally and physically.

"Here, help me get her undressed," Debbie told Mark. Mark looked questioningly at her but Debbie just used her hands to shoo him over to the bed.

"Don't be a ninny. She hasn't got anything you haven't seen before and I can't do it myself."

They gently removed her clothing leaving on her bra and panties. Mark covered her while Debbie stripped for bed and went to the bathroom. She came back in wondering what she should wear. Since she started sleeping with Mark neither one of them wore anything to bed.

"Just get in. You'll be fine," Mark told her.

Debbie crawled into bed beside the sleeping girl. Kiki started to softly cry and Debbie wrapped her up in her arms pulling her close against her chest. Softly stroking Kiki's hair she began cooing to her, within seconds Kiki stopped crying and snuggled into Debbie's warm embrace.

Mark covered both of them and looking down said, "Now this is a picture worth remembering."

Sticking her tongue out at him Debbie whispered, "Oh go on, you; be off. None of your male fantasies now." She smiled up at him. "Thank you for understanding. I love you, you know."

"I know you do, and I love you. Now good night. He bent down and kissed her. Hesitating just a moment he leaned over and kissed Kiki on her exposed cheek. Kiki seemed to smile and snuggled even closer to Debbie.

Turning the light out as he left the room Mark went downstairs to make the phone call and get his own bed ready.

You poor thing, Debbie thought to herself as she held Kiki tightly. What has happened to you? Why are you so scared? Whatever it was it must have been horrible.

Kiki shuddered a little and began to cry softly again. Debbie stroked her hair and mouthed little wordless soothing sounds while pulling Kiki's face in tighter to her breast. Unconsciously Kiki began to nuzzle Debbie's breast, her lips lightly sucking on the rounded globe. Without thinking Debbie arched her back bringing her nipple within the reach of Kiki's lips. Her mouth opened slightly, took in the proffered teat and began to gently suckle.

Debbie's body was racked by a wave of tenderness. The sensations created by that mouth sucking on her hypersensitive nipple were incredible. The feel of the soft lithe body pressed against her, so different from Mark's hard muscular one, so different yet so right! Debbie's hand stroking the hair drifted down to run along the smooth back, over the slight swell of the hip to the soft mound of the panty-covered rear end. Without warning an orgasm hit her. It was more a welling out of pleasure as it was a blinding flash but it was wonderful just the same.

Kiki had stopped sucking and was just nuzzling her breast as Debbie looked down at her in the moonlight. It hit her, just like it had with Mark, she was in love with this little slip of a girl! She could no more abide the thought of losing her than she could of losing Mark or her baby. Oh, how complicated life can be, she thought, and wonderful, most definitely wonderful.

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The sunlight streaming in through the window woke the sleeping pair, still tightly clasped together in their embrace, arms locked around each other. Debbie looked at Kiki and their eyes locked together. Kiki's body went rigid, her eyes very round and mouth half open.

"Oh mama-san, what have I done? I am so sorry..."

"Shh darling, be quiet now. Just lie still," Debbie whispered and then smiled. Kiki's body relaxed all at once as if the air had been let out of her. Debbie bent her head and pressed her lips against the young woman's, her tongue slipping out and lightly playing along the closed lips. Slowly Kiki's lips parted granting access to Debbie's probing and in that damp sweet orifice their tongues met. They danced together, softly stroking, lightly touching as their lips pressed together more firmly. Finally they broke apart. Smiling, they stared into each other's eyes.

"How do you feel, baby?"

"So warm, so safe. I had a dream about you: you protected me, you kept them away. Mark-san was there too, so strong, so angry with them. He protected me and brought me to you." She buried her face in Debbie's chest. "I don't ever want to leave mama-san." Raising her eyes up to Debbie's, "I love you. I know it's not right but you must know. I love you."

"I know you do, baby, and I love you. It's not wrong, love can never be wrong. Now shhhh. Be quiet and lie here with me."

They lay there softly stroking each other until the baby pressing on Debbie's bladder forced her to get up and go to the bathroom. When she returned Kiki had made the bed and was holding a robe in her outstretched arms. She had already put on one of Debbie's old ones. Debbie slipped into the robe and they kissed once more.

"We had better go see what our Mark-san has been up to. You never know what trouble men get into when they are left alone." Giggling, Kiki followed her from the room.

Strolling into the kitchen they found Mark busying himself at the stove fixing breakfast. Over his shoulder he smiled at them and said, "Good morning beautiful ladies. I hope you slept well; I should have breakfast ready here soon."

Scampering over to the stove Kiki pushed him away and with shooing motions of her hand chased him off.

"You go sit down. I do this." Backing away with his hands raised in surrender he had almost made it when she reached out and hugged him tightly. Raising her face to look at him she said, "Thank you, Mark-san. I know I shame myself before you but you protect me I know." She took her hands from around his waist and grabbed the sides of his face. Dragging him down to her and standing on tiptoes kissed him hard on the lips.

Quickly she released him and pushed him toward the door. The expression on his face was that of a pole-axed steer.

"Okay, okay, I'm going. Let me grab my coffee and I'll get out of here."

"No coffee!" she scolded. "Tea. Coffee bad for you, tea good. Now go."

"But I like coffee..."

"Coffee bad, tea good, now go!"

Mark walked over to Debbie, put his arm around her and kissed her. Her body tingled as he did. He still has it,  she thought. Mark turned around and watched Kiki scamper around the kitchen.

"Wow, what got into her?" He said.

"Family, baby, family. What did her cousin say last night?"

Mark shrugged, "Nothing really. It didn't seem like he cared all that much. I have everything taken care of"

Debbie grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room.

"I don't think she should go back there, Mark. I think she should stay here with us." Looking into his eyes she expected to see surprise or even anger, what she saw was mild exasperation.

"Of course she's staying here. I told you I had it taken care of. A couple of the boys from the team are swinging by to pick up her things and bringing them over here this morning. You don't think she'll mind, do you? She would have had to move soon anyway; her cousin is leaving in a couple of weeks and she couldn't keep his place. I guess I should have asked, but I thought it was the right thing to do. We can put her in the back room. She'll have privacy and everything she needs right here."

Debbie flung her arms around his neck, getting as close as she could with her belly in the way, and kissed him hard.

"You amaze me, M'lord, you absolutely amaze me. Yes, it was the right thing to do and no, I don't think she'll mind."

If it bothered Kiki she hid it well. Squealing, she ran over to Debbie hugging and kissing, then preceded to hug and kiss Mark, back to Debbie for another hug and kiss and was heading back to Mark when he held her at arms length practically bouncing in his hands.

"As much as I really enjoy this, and I do, I need to get something to eat and get to class."

Suddenly Kiki was in scolding mode again shooing him over to the table telling him to eat and be quick about it. He only had half an hour until class started and he couldn't be late. Classes were too important and his practice clothes would be ready soon and...

He sat down at the table beside Debbie shaking his head. "What have I done? Did I get another mother?"

Debbie reached out and held his hand. "Worse than that baby: I think you have another wife."

Edited by Morgan



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Chapter 7



Kiki had been living with them less than a week when Debbie's big day came. Her water broke on Tuesday morning while the girls were cleaning downstairs. Calling Mark on his cell phone, Kiki told him to meet them at the hospital and four hours latter the Matthews family was increased by one beautiful baby girl, Eve.

Mark had no problem ditching practice. He had already talked to his coach about the upcoming event and other than grumbling about needing to be there to lay the keel but not to launch the ship, he agreed to let Mark go for a couple of days.

It probably helped that the wide-receiver coach had already talked to Coach Baccus about their young phenom. "He already knows more about the defenses in this league than they know themselves. I have never seen anybody soak up scouting reports like he does. He and Marcus seem to know instinctively what the other is thinking and doing. I swear if Marcus had an itch Matthews would be there to scratch it. If it wasn't such a bad precedent I'd just tell him to show up for the games and forget practice."

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Debbie's world couldn't have been better. A beautiful baby girl whose father believed the rising and setting of the sun depended on her smiling face. That same father hovered over the new mother like a wolf guarding his last piece of meat and of course so did her wonderful helpmate/companion without whom the daily chores would have been unbearable.

Having a baby can put a bit of a damper on one's sex life but the soreness was fading and soon Debbie knew she would be able to get that monster back in where it belonged. Oral sex was fine and of course Mark was responsible for kissing and licking away as much of the soreness that he could; he said it was a dirty job but someone had to do it. Still, she had become used to sex as a steady diet and the hunger hadn't gone away, just the frequency.

A couple of weeks after the birth Debbie restarted her workout regime. In addition to wanting to lose the flab she gained while pregnant she found she missed the regular exercise and the proud feeling a well-toned body gave her. Although she didn't insist on company, she was pleased when Kiki decided to join her in the daily workouts. Having developed an internal discipline, she never would have believed a workout buddy was really required, but having someone there to share it with did made everything go quicker and much more pleasantly. Besides, there were the massages after the workouts to look forward to. Although they were not the sexually dynamic events one of Mark's massages were, they had a wonderfully sensual and somewhat erotic feel to them, more like a golden glow than a burning flame.

Their exercise program was relatively low impact for the first few weeks, more to tone and return the firmness lost than the high impact calorie-burner she had embarked on over a year ago. Initially she wanted Mark to review and recommend an exercise program but found that Kiki was well versed in training and rehab, another benefit of her TP training. Mark did examine the program and even had one of the team's trainers review it for safety and appropriateness. His candid and highly complimentary appraisal made Kiki's face blush a deep red.

Without overdoing it to the point of being disingenuous, he let her know in no uncertain terms she had done a much better job than he could have and he was confident Debbie was in the hands of a competent professional. This small act of kindness, Mark told Debbie, was the truth and no great importance should be placed on it, seemed to elevate him in Kiki's eyes from head of household deserving of respect to that of minor god. It pleased Debbie that her son could do such a thing without seemingly conscious effort, but it pained her to see just how much support Kiki's self-esteem needed.

One area where Kiki needed no additional image building was in her massages. Her hands were like steel feathers kneading sore muscles and soothing abused joints. Mark's hands were those of a lover; Kiki's were those of a healer. But, Debbie thought, maybe a little more.

Never in her entire life had Debbie really thought of other women in sexual terms. She could appreciate another's beauty and admire a well-formed body but it was always men who pushed her buttons. It was men who could take her, dominate her and give her the burn of sexual desire. Yet ever since the night Kiki was accosted and they had slept together, Debbie was acutely aware of Kiki's body in more than an abstract and platonic manner. While they had not repeated that night together, Debbie remembered the feel of the girl's body next to hers and the soft lips suckling on her breast. The memories of that night always caused her breasts to tighten and nipples to start leaking milk.

It was difficult to deny the interest she felt, especially when they showered together after their workouts. Mark had insisted they replicate as much as possible the gym and shower room from their old house. The shower they installed was even larger than the original with three massaging showerheads and benches along the walls.

After one particularly invigorating workout the girls were both showering, scrubbing the sweat and dirt from their bodies. Debbie kept turning, trying to be discreet, eyeing Kiki as she lathered the soap over her taut form. She was certainly a pleasure to look at. Slim but perfectly formed legs flowing into slightly flared hips, a tiny waist under breasts that were not huge but beautifully formed with nipples like dark erasers jutting out and slightly upturned. Blue-black hair hanging wetly over her shoulder draped down to the middle of her back. Light brown skin, almost a light olive, without a blemish or mark covered the almost hairless body. Her pubic hair was a small downy patch just barely covering the mound of her sex so sparse it wouldn't have been visible if not for its dark color. She looked like a china doll or fashion model.

The motherly feelings she had during the night they spent together were quickly being replaced by a more familiar burning sensation in her groin. For some reason having sexual urges for another woman didn't bother Debbie; that she seemed to have assumed the role of mother in Kiki's eyes and she had these feeling did. Of course,  she thought wryly, having motherly feeling didn't stop her from fucking the young stud who just happened to be her son. Grinning to herself she turned back to the shower.

Finishing her shower and shutting off the water she turned toward the towel rack finding that Kiki already had her hair wrapped in one towel and another draped around her body knotted just above her breasts. She held out a towel to Debbie as if to wrap it around her.

"Let me dry you off," she said. With the towel in both hands she began to rub Debbie dry starting at the shoulders and working her way down to the feet.

"T-Thank you, Ki." Debbie's breath felt a little constricted. The gentle ministrations of the soft towel over her body reawakened the burning sensation in her groin. Her breasts constricted and pale drops of milk formed on her nipples. As she stood, Kiki's eyes filled with the sight of these milky-white dew droplets. Her eyes became very round and a soft sigh issued from her mouth. Debbie stood stock-still like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car, her breath coming in ragged gasps. As if mesmerized, Kiki's head bent forward, her mouth slowly approaching the leaking teat. Tentatively a small pink tongue jumped from between slightly parted lips lightly touching the engorged nipple and milk began welling from the nipple.

Stifling a groan Kiki's eyes closed and as her tongue retreated, the lips parted wide sucking the entire nipple and areola into her waiting mouth. Her arms went around Debbie pulling her towards the softly sucking girl. One of Debbie's arms snaked around Kiki's shoulders while the other gently cradled the back of her head, holding the nursing woman tightly to her breast. Debbie felt the milk within her release and gush out into the waiting mouth, the arm around Kiki's back explored the slim body to the extent it was able. Debbie began cooing to the trembling woman.

Suddenly Kiki's eyes fluttered open and her head snapped back releasing the nipple. A look of shear panic crossed the elfin face and she tried to draw away. Smiling Debbie held the girl by slipping her arm down to Kiki's waist and with the hand still holding Kiki's head guided her to her mouth. A gentle kiss soon turned passionate with Debbie's tongue lashing out from open lips slashing into the girls accepting orifice. Their tongues met and very soon Debbie's ardent embrace was being returned. Lips locked, Debbie dropped her arm from around the slim waist, snaking it between them she began to undo the knot holding the towel in place. As the knot came free Debbie gently pulled the intervening cloth out from between them and dropped in to the floor. Her arm shot back around the younger woman harshly pulling them together grinding naked flesh against naked flesh. Kiki's hands dropped from Debbie's back and grabbed her soft pale ass in a death grip pulling their hips together grinding pubic mound into pubic mound.

Debbie's entire body was trembling with excitement. Her hands roamed over the slim body pressed tightly against her, the milk gushing from her teats making their bodies slippery as they moved against one another. Breaking their clinch but keeping her arm tightly around the slim waist Debbie led the girl from the shower into the massage room. As if drugged, the younger woman moved with the tall blonde keeping tightly pressed up against her side. Reaching the massage table Debbie gently pushed the trembling woman onto the table and down on her back. Releasing her grip she positioned herself between the outstretched legs and stared down into the inviting vee. Kiki's vagina was plainly visible through the sparse pubic hair. The small pink lips glistened wetly as they pooched out from her mound. Debbie began to kiss and nibble the insides of the thighs moving from the knees to just outside the flower-like lips. Kiki moaned and closed her eyes placing her hands lightly of the sides of Debbie's head neither guiding nor resisting, just resting there.

Debbie began to lightly lick the exposed cunt lips doing exactly what drove her crazy when Mark did it. Kiki shuddered and moaned tossing her head from side to side. Finally Debbie's tongue dipped into the little honey pot tasting the fresh juices waiting there. The taste was exciting, the aroma intoxicating: the unmistakable smell of a woman in heat. Her tongue delved deep into the slit gathering all the juice she could and drawing in into her mouth. When she had cleaned it out enough, her tongue found the tiny nub near the top of the slit and started to lightly caress it. Kiki began to buck wildly on the table, legs closing to hold Debbie's head trapped in their embrace, her entire body went rigid, trembling with the violent climax. After a moment or two her body relaxed and Debbie climbed onto the narrow table, stretched out next to the panting girl and held her tightly.

Kiki's eyes opened and she looked at Debbie with an adoration she had never seen before, unnerving in its intensity. Softly they caressed each other, hands moving over soft skin, tracing hips and bellies, fingers tracing the shape of breasts. Kiki rolled over on top of Debbie pelvis to pelvis and began to gently kiss her. Debbie's hands roamed lightly over the slim body above her.

Breaking the kiss Kiki moved down to the neck kissing and nibbling as she traveled. Down from the neck, around the breasts, kissing and licking the engorged nipples then proceeding across the belly to the navel where her tongue delved into the small indention. Debbie's breathing became fast and shallow, her breath hissing out between clenched teeth. Past the navel to the venus mound teeth gently tugging on the patch of downy pubic hair. Continuing on to where the tongue and lips gently teased and tasted the sweet nectar of Debbie's cunt. Kiki slowly inserted one finger into the wet opening reaming it slowly like a small cock. Debbie's body was set on a hair trigger and when the tiny tongue tentatively pushed into her cleft Debbie's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. It flashed in her cunt and burned through her entire body. Her mind went blank and her body shuddered. The feeling was incredible.

As her senses returned Kiki was lying next to her softly stroking her side. On her face was a pensive almost fearful look. Debbie smiled at her diminutive friend, leaned over and gently kissed her on the lips.

"Kiki my darling, that was wonderful."

"Debbie-san, you are not angry with me?" The fearful look was being replaced by a smile but it was still there in the background.

"Of course not, baby. Why would I be angry? I love you, my little flower, and now we have made love together. How could I be angry? Does what we have done bother you?"

"No Debbie-san. It was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. I have never been with a woman before, or a man." Her smile turned to a little frown, "But what will Mark-san say? Will he make me go away now? I don't want to hurt you or hurt him. I know how much you love each other. I don't want to cause any trouble." Tears welled in her eyes and she buried her face in Debbie's shoulder.

"No crying now, honey. I don't know what Mark will say but I know he won't make you leave; that much I do know. I love him and I hope you realize I will continue to love him, as often as I can. This was incredible but it doesn't take the place of my man."

She reached down and tilted Kiki's face up so they could look in each other's eyes. "I wanted this. It's not something I've ever done before but I intend to do it again if you will let me." Looking at the young woman she said, "You are my friend and now my lover. Both are precious to me. You let me worry about Mark." Getting a wicked gleam in her eye she continued, "If fact I know just when to tell him! Now we need to clean up and get upstairs. Eve should be done with her nap and I hope she'll be hungry, I know I'm ready for her lunch!"

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Within days the doctor gave the final clearance for "full marital relationships" as he put it and that night Mark and Debbie fully enjoyed themselves.

"Oh wow, I missed that." Debbie practically purred as they lay on the bed together.

"You and me both," Mark stretched on his back a dreamy look on his face.

Screwing her courage up she rolled on her side and look at him. "Mark, I have something I need to talk to you about."

"What is it, babe?" he muttered half asleep.

"It's about Kiki."

His eyes sprang open and he looked over at her sharply. "What's wrong? What's happened? Has she been having problems again? Damn, I knew I should have got one of the boys to escort her around campus."

Putting her arm on his chest she was surprised and elated by his protectiveness.

"No, nothing like that; she's fine." Biting her lip she said, "I don't quite know how to say this so I'll come right out with it: She and I have made love."

His face carried the expression of a pole-axed steer. "Wow."

Expecting more of a reaction Debbie was somewhat confused by this lack.

"Is that all you can say? I just told you I fucked a woman and all you can say is 'Wow'?"

Rolling over on his back and looking up at the ceiling he twisted his face into a pensive frown. He was silent for a few moments and then he looked back at her.

"I think 'Wow' pretty much covers it," he said.

"I-I don't want you to think I'm some kind of pervert or for you to feel threatened. I love you and want you as much as I ever have, maybe even more if that's possible. It's just something that happened. I liked it and she liked it." The anxiety showed on her face. What would he think, what would he do? She thought she knew but you could never be sure. Would he want Kiki to leave? Is he hurt? Would she be hurt if he told her the same thing? Fear began to gnaw at her as he remained silent. What he did completely blew her away.

He started laughing. It started as a small chuckle and small gasps of breath, then he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His body began to tremble and he was wracked by what she at first thought were sobs. Pained by his supposed hurt she began to reach out to him, fearing she could lose him. Then she realized he wasn't crying, he was laughing. He was laughing so hard he couldn't breathe! The relief released her fear and suddenly she was angry with him. How could he scare her so much? How could he laugh at her? Instead of reaching out to comfort him she pushed him off the bed.

He fell to the floor curled up in a ball, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"What's so funny?" she demanded. "I don't think this is funny! Here I was scared shitless at how you'd react and all you do is laugh your silly ass off! Just tell me what is so fucking funny!"

Slowly he got to his feet still holding his side. He wiped the tears from his face and looked down at her.

"What's so funny? What's so funny, you ask?" He looked at her and broke out laughing again. The look she gave him would have killed if it were physical. Trying to control himself he put his hands up in surrender.

"Okay, okay, hold on." He composed himself and with a serious look glared down at her. "You were afraid that I would think you were a pervert."

"So... ?" she hissed between clenched teeth.

"So..." he hissed back at her, "I just got done fucking my mother until I can barely walk and you're worried that I might think you're a pervert." Losing control, he again doubled over falling on the bed laughing and gasping for breath.

A smile started on her lips, she tried to remain passive but the incredulity of what he had just said hit her. She started to giggle, then to snort and soon she was rolling around on the bed laughing almost as hard as he was.

Later when they had both settled down she looked over at him.

"So it's okay with you? I don't want you to feel threatened."

"Should I be?" he answered.

"No," she whispered. "Never. You are the only man in my life, the only one I want. My being with Kiki won't change that."

"Well then as long as you two aren't going to run off in some lesbo love affair I guess it's all right with me."

"You're something pretty special, you know that, Mark Matthews? I can't imagine how it makes you feel but to react this way is pretty special."

"I'm not sure I could tell you how I feel. I guess I can understand wanting to have sex with Kiki, as a man that is. She is pretty sexy, if fact the second sexiest woman I know. I suppose I feel a little jealous." She started to speak but he covered her lips with his fingers right away. "I said a little jealous. But mostly I feel happy for you and Kiki, especially Kiki. She deserves so much more than she's gotten so far."

Debbie smiled and snuggled up next to him.

"I suppose what it really makes me feel is horny. Man, the thought of you two girls going at it, oh my..."

She noticed his penis, still glistening from their recent lovemaking, was beginning to harden as his thoughts sent blood racing to his manhood.

"Oh, you are such a guy! I'll never understand why two women making it does that to you," giggling she reached over to capture his growing erection, "but since it does it would be a shame to waste the results."

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Later, as they laid completely spent, she murmured into his ear. "I'm glad you don't mind. I'll tell Kiki. It worried her quite a bit."

He grabbed her hand and held it. "I'll tell her. I think it would be better coming from me." He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it. Dropping both back to the bed he fell quickly to sleep.

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"Kiki, do you have a minute?" Mark walked into the kitchen having left Debbie nursing Eve in the living room. Kiki whirled around and slowly walked toward him with small mincing steps, her eyes downcast.

"Yes Mark-san, what can I do for you?" she whispered.

"Debbie told me what you two have done." Her head whipped up like she had been struck. Her eyes darted wildly around as if looking for an escape route. God, she's scared, he thought. The poor thing is terrified. He reached out grasping her by the shoulders, half expecting her to run.

"It's okay, Kiki. Do you understand? It's all right." The fear in her eyes turned to astonishment and then tears began streaming down her cheeks.

"I didn't want to hurt you, Mark-san. I love Debbie and I love you and little Eve. I never want to hurt, it felt so good, it ... it..."

Mark pulled the trembling woman into his arms letting her cry against his shoulder. "Shhhh now, no need to cry." He pushed her back so that she could see him smile at her. "If it makes you two happy, that's good. It doesn't affect what's between Debbie and me. Besides, when you put two of the most beautiful women in the world together something like this was bound to happen."

Kiki looked up at him, saw his smile was a genuine expression of his caring, and the fear lifted from her like the unveiling of a piece of art.

"Two most beautiful? No, no, Mark-san. Debbie is beautiful, not me. I'm plain, uninteresting. I'm just happy she likes me."

"Two most beautiful, Kiki, I meant two. I don't know where you got the idea you're plain but you're not. You are a truly beautiful, sexy woman. I know if I didn't have Debbie I would have trouble keeping my hands off you."

A shadow passed across Kiki's face. Quickly he continued. "Don't worry, Kiki. As much as I might desire you as a woman I do have Debbie and I respect you too much to try to do anything stupid. I really didn't mean to scare you. I know something happened in your past that must have been horrible."

She started to say something. "It's something, I ... can't ... don't..."

Putting his fingers to her lips he quieted her. "No. You don't have to say anything. Not now, not ever if that is what you want. Some day if you want to, then we can talk about it, or maybe just to Debbie. Either way I want you to know we are here for you; whatever happened, we are here for you. We don't have to know what it is. Do you understand?"

The girl nodded her head slowly.

"Good. I didn't want you to worry and I didn't want you to leave because you thought I might object. You are part of us now, Kiki. There will be a place for you here always."

Kiki began crying even louder and threw her arms around him crushing him and burying her head in his chest. He put his arm gently around her back hoping to give her a sense of security.

Debbie walked in carrying the baby. "I heard crying, what's going on here? Mark, have you been scaring Kiki?"

Kiki lifted her head and looked at Debbie. "Oh no Debbie, Mark ... Mark-san has made me very happy, very happy. I have a family now." She looked up at Mark and kissed him fully on the lips, hard then pushed him away wiping the tears from her face.

"Silly girl tears, just silly girl tears. You two get out of my kitchen. I have dinner ready soon but only if you leave me alone. Now go!" Chasing them away with shooing motions they scurried from the room.

Debbie's life was a dream come true. A man she loved and who loved her, a woman she loved and who loved her and a perfect baby that was the center of all of their lives.

Edited by Morgan



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Chapter 8



Sometimes silver linings have a tendency to wrap themselves in dark clouds. Debbie thought life couldn't get any better until the day she came home to find Kiki sitting on the living room couch holding Eve, crying. The sobs racked her slim body, tears were running down her cheeks and dropping on the baby's receiving blanket while Eve stared up at her beloved nanny with adoration but no understanding.

Rushing over to the pair Debbie's heart began to hammer in her chest. "Kiki, what's wrong!? Is it the baby? Is Eve all right?"

Shaking her head Kiki said through the sobs, "No, no, Eve is fine, Eve is perfect! I will miss her so much!" Lifting her head, she looked at Debbie her eyes red, face puffy. "I will miss you so much, I miss you all! Why does this happen? Why now?"

"Miss us? We're not going anywhere! What makes you think anybody is going anywhere?"

Without saying anything Kiki handed Debbie the folded letter she held in her hand. Gently taking it from the sobbing girl Debbie opened it and read...

From: District Commissioner, Immigration and Naturalization Service

To: Kikiroko Fujimora

Subject: Termination of Student Visa Privileges, Kikiroko Fujimora... 

Short and to the point the letter stated Kiki's student visa was going to be canceled. The reasons were couched in very official bureaucratese but seemed to stem from her stepfather denying her further support or a residency in Okinawa, the shithead! The date given was the end of the present school term. Debbie felt like her heart had stopped. This couldn't be happening! She wouldn't let them do this to Kiki! She wouldn't let them do this to her!

Getting down on her knees and wrapping her arm around the two she said, "Don't worry, baby. We can deal with this. There must have been a mix-up. We'll get it fixed, you won't be going anywhere." Secretly she hoped she was telling the truth.

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"I don't know what we can do," said Mark looking at the letter.

"We have to do something! We can't let them take her away!" wailed Debbie.

"I said I didn't know what we could do; that doesn't mean we can't find out what can be done." He gently rubbed Debbie's shoulders and then gave her a hug. "Some of the alumni boosters are big-time lawyers; I'll give one of them a call and see what's going on. Give me the letter and I'll find out what I can."

"They would do that for you?" Lifting her head Debbie found just a glimmer of hope blooming in her chest.

Mark snorted. "Not for me they wouldn't, but they sure would for their football star. It's time to use what we have. Give me a day or two to see what I can come up with."

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Debbie was sitting at the kitchen when Mark walked in and sat down across from her.

"Where's Kiki?" he asked.

"Upstairs with Eve. Do you need her?"

"No. In fact, I wanted to talk to you alone."

"Go on," Debbie wrinkled her nose in a puzzled pout.

"I have some information on Kiki's problem," he began. "I talked to one of the alumni attorneys today and he let me know what we're up against."

Bringing her hand to her mouth she felt her heart sinking. "Is it that bad?"

"Bad enough," he said grimly. "He told me there is no way we can fight them on the visa. It seems they go through these cycles every now and then where they try to look tough for the big boys in Washington. He said during these pogroms they fight hard and they fight to win. Unfortunately they have all the cards stacked in their favor. Christ, they even have their own judges and courts!"

"We're going to lose her?" Debbie reached out and grabbed his hand in hers and started crying.

"Well, there is a way," he said hesitantly. "But I don't know if she'll want to stay that badly."

"What is it Mark! Tell me!"

"She can marry a U.S. citizen. If she's married we can probably stop any deportation."

"Married? I don't know if she would. I don't know if she could! Oh my God, who could she marry?"

"The question is who would she marry. She could marry just about anyone. Shoot, I could find fifty guys in the next hour that would marry her based on her looks alone. The real question is who would she marry, and it has to be a real marriage, not a sham. She would have to live with him, be with him, you know ... be his wife. They check on that and if they find it's not a true marriage, off she goes."

A thought began to form in her mind. "You mean she would have to live with him, always?"

"Yeah, pretty much, at least enough to show the marriage isn't a sham," he said, shaking his head.

"And clean the house?"

"I suppose so, if that's how they work it out. We're talking about marriage here, not slavery."

"And do the shopping, and the cooking. Take care of the babies, all that?"

"Yes, yes and yes. It might entail any or all that. But more importantly who could we get that would take care of her? You know men scare her. Whatever happened to her must have really scarred her. I'm not her father or her brother but damn it ... she deserves someone kind, someone that will treat her right. She doesn't need just any swinging dick that would use her just because she's in a jam!"

Debbie's smile lit up her face. "You are absolutely right, baby. She needs someone she can trust, someone she feels comfortable with, someone she can live with. And I know just the man for her!"

"You do? And just where are you going to find this saint? The term will be over in May. We have to find him now! He's going to have to court her and marry her by then. I don't see how, and I don't see a guy like that around here. The boys I know I wouldn't let touch her!"

She patted his hand. "Then we'll just have to find someone over eighteen, single, kind, smart, understanding and in love with her."

"Like I said, Deb, I don't see a lot of them around here."

"We don't need a lot, just one. You."

"What! You want me to marry Kiki? But you ... I ... we..."

She cut off his stammering. "Are you saying you wouldn't marry Kiki?"

"Well of course I would..."

"Then are you saying you wouldn't still hump your old mom even if you had a pretty young wife around?"

"Sure, but..."

"So what's the problem? You share me with her, why can't I share you with her? You can't marry me, legally anyway, and this wouldn't change anything."

"Doesn't matter," he started shaking his head, "She wouldn't marry me; I'm not sure she would marry anyone."

"So you would marry her if she said yes?"

He grinned at her, "Only with my mother's permission."

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They lay together on the bed bodies glistening from perspiration and excreted mother's milk, limbs entwined and chests still laboring after their vigorous lovemaking. Kiki had her face buried in Debbie's neck softly stroking the older woman's side and hip. Debbie rested her cheek alongside the girl's head smelling the fresh clean scent of her hair while running her fingers up and down her spine.

"Kiki, we have something to talk about, honey," she whispered into the delicate flower-like ear next to her lips. She could feel the lithe body pressed against her tense at her words and the head nodding slightly into her shoulder.

"We can't fight the visa termination. We tried to find a way around it, talked to some people who know immigration law, some very important people. They tell us it can't be done, not now." She could feel if not hear the soft sobbing that wracked the slim form in her arms.

"There is another way though: you would be able to stay forever, they could never send you away, but..." she hesitated for a moment.

"Anything Debbie-san," came the soft whisper next to her neck, "I will do anything to stay here with you. Nothing would be worse than leaving you and my baby, Eve. Nothing! I would find another job, work day and night, I would do anything!"

"Would you get married?" She felt the girl's body suddenly become rigid and start to tremble.

"If you married a U.S. citizen they couldn't send you away. You could stay."

"Married, to a man?"

"That's the usual custom in this country." She felt Kiki relax somewhat and a sob was interrupted by a slight giggle. The soft stroking at her hip turned into a feather-light punch. Debbie smiled. If she could eliminate some of the fear maybe this would work out.

"This man ... He would marry me and I would be his wife?"

"Of course."

"He would want me to take care of his home, the cooking, cleaning, all that?"

"Probably."

"He would want me to lie with him? Have his babies?"

"If he is any kind of man I'm sure he would want that, yes. Whether you do or not would be between the two of you."

"But Debbie-san," raising her head from her sheltered position she stared intently at the older woman, "if I was his wife and kept his house as a wife must I would no longer be with you and my family here. I want to stay here in America but I don't want to leave you. That would be worse than having to go back."

"Well, that would depend on which man we found for you, now wouldn't it? We want someone kind and gentle, someone who understands you and will let you stay with us." She reached down and cupped a firm round breast and squeezed gently. "Someone who understands what is between us and will allow this to continue. Does that sound like the person we need?"

Nodding her head slightly Kiki said "Yes, but I do not know of such a man. I do not think there is such a man."

Kissing the girl lightly on her forehead Debbie smiled and said, "Ah yes, my pretty one, there is such a man, one, and we both know him very well."

"We know this man?" and incredulous look springing to her face, "Who is this man? This prince, the ... how you say it? ... knight is lighted armor?"

"Knight in shining armor, you mean. And yes, his is a prince, but think, who do we know that would meet all our requirements?"

"I can think of no one, Debbie-san."

Debbie lightly held the young woman's face in her hands and looked deep into her eyes.

"Mark. Mark is this man."

Kiki moved like she'd been struck by a snake. She arched her back and tried to move out of Debbie's embrace but Debbie held her firmly not allowing her to move away.

"Mark? Oh no mama-san, Mark is your husband, you are his wife. He cannot marry me, he is married to you! You cannot end your marriage just for me to stay in this country! No, that is not right! No, I will not do this!"

Still holding the girl firmly Debbie started talking in a low soothing voice.

"There is something you need to know about Mark and me. Something very important and very private, Mark and I are not married."

Confusion replaced the shocked expression. "But Debbie, he is Mr. Matthews, you are Mrs. Matthews, my baby is Eve Matthews. You must be married, no?"

"No, we're not. You know I'm somewhat older than Mark, don't you?"

"Yes, but I see how much he loves you and you love him. Older, younger, what difference it make if you in love?"

Laughing Debbie answered, "Not much difference at all. I'm glad you see that Mark and I love each other, and we do. I love him so much it hurts sometimes, but it can make a difference. You see I am old enough to be his mother. I was married to a Mr. Matthews but he died. That Mr. Matthews was Mark's father; I am his mother." She looked at Kiki intently trying to gauge her reaction.

Kiki's eyes broke their lock on Debbie's and she looked down between.

"I wondered," she said softly. "So strange, to have one's own son as lover." Suddenly she looked up, "And baby Eve?"

"Is my daughter by my son, yes. I don't know if you can accept this. I know it is very, very different, but very wonderful. I could never give him up, but..." locking eyes again, "I could share him with someone I love. I could share him with you."

"He would be willing to marry me? He would do this for me?" She said looking at the older woman sharply.

Stroking the velvet cheek lightly Debbie said, "Yes. But this is something you must talk to him about. You must also ask yourself if you're willing to do this. We already think of you as part of our family, but are you willing to really become part of us, forever?"

Without saying a word the young woman began crying and hugged her lover fiercely as though she were afraid to let her go.

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Mark was sitting on the couch reading a text on international business practices when Kiki walked through the door. Debbie followed her in but stopped just inside the doorway and leaned against the wall. Walking over to the sitting man the young woman knelt directly in front of him her eyes staring at the floor in front of her.

"Mark," she started, "your mother has told me of your proposal." At the word "mother" Mark looked at Debbie sharply; she looked him in the eye smiling.

"I can not explain the feelings I have for your offer. I know you do this out of sense of duty and honor." Tears running down her cheeks she looked up at him. "I would try to be best wife I could but I cannot let you make this sacrifice for me."

Tossing his book aside he slid off the couch and knelt in front of the crying woman.

"Kikiroko Fujimora, I have three women in my life that I can not live without. First is my daughter, second is my mother, and the third is you. I plan to make no sacrifice for you. In fact I plan to make no sacrifice at all. I want us to be together, all of us ― one family. I can't have you leave. I love you, we love you. Will you marry me, Kikiroko Fujimora? Will you marry us?"

He reached out and folded his arms around the shaking woman.

"I want to be your husband Kiki or at least as much of a husband as you want me to be. I ask nothing more than for you to be with us. Will you stay with us?"

Her arms wrapped around him holding him tightly as the soft crying became body-wracking sobs.

"Yes, oh yes, oh yes," came the soft whisper. Mark pulled her up and sat down with her in his lap, head tightly pressed to his chest. He stroked her hair with one hand while holding her with the other. She lifted her face to him and he bent down to tenderly kiss her lips. Nothing imposing nor demanding, they kissed as two people sharing a moment together expressing their love for each other.

Tears streaming down her cheeks, Debbie moved toward the embracing couple and sat down beside them stretching her arms around both of them.

"My loves," she blubbered. "My loves. You've made me so happy. Oh, how I love you both so much!"

The three of them sat there for a long time just being together, enjoying each other's presence. As often happens the real world in the guise of a fussing baby brought them back. Sighing Debbie kissed them both and stood up.

"Well, someone is hungry," she lifted her milk engorged teats with both hands, "and I'm about to burst. I'd better get up there before she really gets angry." Turning, she started upstairs to the nursery.

Wiping her eyes Kiki placed her arms around Mark's neck and gave him a long slow kiss. Breaking away she jumped to her feet.

"Debbie take care of baby, I take care of dinner for the rest of us." Looking down at him she wagged a finger at Mark and then started walking towards the kitchen. "You get back to study! A man with two wives and a baby needs to get a good job. You need to study hard!"

"Good lord!" Mark muttered as he reached for the textbook, "What have I gotten myself into now? I don't know if I have two wives or two mothers!"

"I heard that!" came simultaneously from the kitchen and upstairs. Mark just smiled and opened his book.

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The plans for the wedding went quickly and smoothly. One of the alumni boosters was an attorney specializing in immigration law and helped the new couple fill out and submit the required paperwork.

"This is a big decision for the both of you," he told them during the last visit to his office. "I can't emphasize enough that this is and must be a 'real' marriage to evoke the spousal exemption clause. You can't be man and wife in name only. They expect you to live together, be together ... truly be man and wife."

"That shouldn't be a problem," Mark smiled, "Kiki is already living with me. She is already my wife in all but name anyway."

"Well be that as it may, young man," the attorney harrumphed, "I wouldn't want to hurry a young couple any faster than they should, especially for young college students just getting started, but I can tell you this: babies make a family that even the INS can't argue with. No matter what is actually the case, they can ― and do ― cause problems with foreign marriages. But if there is a child I have never seen them successfully argue the marriage isn't real."

"Thank you sir, we'll keep that in mind." Mark and Kiki stood up, shook the lawyer's hand and left to go home.

Leaving the office Mark took her hand as they strolled down the street.

"Mark?" Kiki bit her lip and stared straight ahead.

"Yes, honey?" when Mark glanced over at her, she was blushing, her face turning a deep red.

"Do you want to have babies with me?"

Mark slowed and frowned, thinking furiously of an answer.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to," she said quietly.

"Oh, I want to tell you," he looked over at her shyly. "I just want to make sure I say it correctly. I want to make sure it's clear, and honest. I want to be able to tell you what I want, not what I demand, just what I want. They can be two very different things you know. Yes, I want you to have my children. I know we have little Eve and a more perfect child I can't imagine, but I guess I'm greedy. I want more. I want babies from you and more from Debbie."

Blushing himself he continued quickly, "I know it sounds terrible, the big man wanting to impregnate his harem, but that is what I want; I can't help it."

He stopped and turned her around to face him taking her other hand in his.

"But no matter what I want, I demand nothing." He looked into her eyes willing her to understand what he was saying. "I - will - never - force - myself - on - you. That is my promise. I know something happened to you and because of it men scare you." She started to speak but he squeezed her hands and continued speaking. "Men scare you and I know I scare you." She started to shake her head no but he kept talking, not letting her say anything.

"Shush. Please, let me finish. You don't have to tell us what happened if you don't want to, ever. Or you can just tell Debbie if that is what you want. But whatever it was, we can't deny it happened."

Taking a deep breath he said, "I find you very exciting and desirable. You are a beautiful and yes, sexy woman. I would have to be made of stone not to admit that I want to take you to bed. But I never will unless you want it also. This is not a duty that you have to perform as my wife. I love you for you the person not just your wonderful body, if we never make love I can live with that. Do you understand?"

"Yes," tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke, "but I need to tell what happened to me. You need to know. I ... I want you also but when I think about it I get so frightened."

Releasing her hands he put his arm around her and kissed her forehead. "Tell you what, why don't the three of us sit down tonight and talk about it if you feel like it. How does that sound?"

Dropping his arm he grabbed her hand again and started walking down the street again pulling her along with him. She scurried to keep up with him his hand clenched so tightly in hers he thought his fingers would crack.

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That night after the dinner dishes were done and put away the three of them sat around the kitchen table drinking tea, Debbie and Kiki on one side, Mark across from them.

"Kiki and I talked a bit this afternoon," Mark started, "about babies and sex. I told her truthfully that I do desire her but that she should never feel an obligation to have sex with me unless it was really something she wanted. Sex just isn't that important." Debbie arched her eyebrows at him and he blushed deep red. "All right, it's important," he admitted, "but not as important as Kiki. Besides," he leered at his mother, "I can't say as I've been deprived lately, now can I?"

Debbie laughed lightly and turned to the girl. "What he says is true, honey. He really means it: if you don't want to have sex with him we can adjust." She gave a heavy theatrical sigh, "If necessary I will sacrifice my body to slake his ravaging male lust." Mark started laughing and Kiki giggled. "But seriously, honey, sex is great but you're more important to us. If you feel like you can tell us what happened to you then that's fine, maybe we can help; if you don't want to that's okay too."

Kiki stopped giggling and took a deep breath. "You ― both of you ― need to know why I am as I am. I'm not proud of what happened but you are my family and you deserve to know."

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Thirteen year old Kikiroko left the drugstore heading home. School was done for the day and she was needed at home to help her mother care for her younger siblings. Her drunken stepfather was no help and her mother relied on her even more with each new baby that came along. The medicine for her sick younger brother was tucked in the pocket of her worn but clean school uniform. She was late and knew she needed to hurry. Taking a short cut she started down an ally that would take her to the street where she lived.

Suddenly she was surrounded by a group of older boys, some from her school and some that had dropped out already.

"Look what we have here, the halfbreed slut. Where're you going slut? Out lifting your skirt for the sailors again?" It was one of the older boys. She knew him slightly; he was a bully and ruffian, a troublemaker who had been harassing her for many years. Not saying a word she kept her eyes down and moved cautiously around him. He moved to block her path.

"My mother is expecting me at home. Please let me go now," she said.

"Your whore of a mother is expecting you, is she? Well just let her wait. Any bitch that would spread her legs for an American GI deserves to wait." She blushed wondering if she ran if she could get away.

"How many GIs have you been spreading for, little slut? Maybe you want some real Japanese men to satisfy you. You think you could satisfy real men?"

Someone roughly grabbed her arms. She started to scream but a hand clamped down over her mouth and she was dragged through a doorway into a garage. Hands held her arms and legs while a dirty rag was stuffed into her mouth. Crying and barely able to breathe she felt coarse hands mauling her legs and tiny budding breasts. Her skirt was lifted exposing her white cotton panties.

Fingers hooked the waistband of the panties and yanked hard ripping them away from her body. Her bald vagina was exposed to the cool air. A finger poked at her pussy lips trying to force its way inside her.

"The bitch is dry. Maybe she needs to see a real man to excite her"

To her horror the older boy stood up and unbuckled his pants dropping them to the ground around his ankles. His four-inch penis standing erect he knelt down by her head.

"Is this what you want slut? This is what you need isn't it? You need a big cock in your face to get you wet, don't you?"

Supporting himself with one hand the boy grabbed his dick and leaning over began rubbing the head over her face. The pre-cum oozing out of the tip left wet trails over her eyes and near her mouth.

The terror of her situation caused her mind to freeze up; she knew what was going to happen and knew there was nothing she could do about it.

"I think what she needs is a good fucking," said one of the boys holding her down. "Get in there and fuck her. Then the rest of us can have a turn."

Laughing, the half-naked boy stood up and hopped around to kneel between her legs. Slowly he lowered himself until his prick just barely touched her bald vaginal lips.

"What is going on here!? What are you doing?" Someone shouted behind them. It was the voice of her stepfather!

Suddenly the hands that held her were gone and she was free! Hearing the sounds of running feet she got to her feet crying. Seeing her stepfather she ran to him holding her arm wide wanting nothing more that the protection of his arms. As she approached he swung and hit her on the side of her head.

"You slut! You whore! You shame me, you shame our family! You spread your legs for anyone just like your mother! You disgust me! Get out of my sight!" She tried to tell him what had happened but he raised his hand to hit her again and she turned and ran away from him. She now knew she was bad, a shame to her family!

She never told her mother what had happened. From that day on, whenever he had the chance he called her foul names and reminded her how she brought shame to him and the family. Finally when she was seventeen she had the opportunity to be sponsored for studies in America. She left, never looking back.

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All three were crying as she finished her story. Debbie wrapped her arms around the girl saying, "Oh my poor baby, oh my poor child." Mark held her hands in his so tightly it almost hurt bringing them to his lips kissing them and rubbing them against his cheeks.

"Those bastards!" he said. "How could they do that to you? Oh my God, Kiki, now I understand! How could you not hate men after what they did to you?"

Sniffing and trying to be calm Kiki said, "Now you know my shame. I brought shame to my family, I am nothing but a slut, a whore; decent men will have nothing to do with me. I should leave you before I shame you also."

Debbie's voice cracked as she held the girl and stroked her hair, "Oh my God, baby, you did nothing! Nothing! They tried to rape you! How could they do this to my precious baby?" She broke down crying unable to say anything more.

Looking over the table at Mark she couldn't believe the pain in his expression, the tears running down his face. Bringing her hands to his lips again she heard him say, "I can't believe what they did to you. I am so sorry, so very sorry. I don't want you to be afraid of me but now I know why you are. You are safe now, safe with us. We love you, I love you."

Gently she extracted one hand from his grasp and laid it on his cheek tracing the moist trails of his tears.

"You are not ashamed of me? You don't despise me?"

"Oh course not! How could I be? This wasn't your fault; you were the victim for God's sake!"

"Then you still want me? For you wife? As a woman?"

"Yes, of course," he said slightly flustered. "But that's unimportant. After hearing that I couldn't even think of sex. The mere thought of it must terrify you!"

"A little," still stroking his cheek, "but now I think not so much. Maybe now that there are no secrets I can think about it again." She smiled at him and his face lit up with joy.

Debbie wiped her eyes and blew into a tissue. She straightened up in her chair and looking at Kiki said, "Have you ever seen a man make love to a woman? I mean really make love, not just fuck like in a porn movie."

Blushing Kiki shook her head, "I have never even seen this fucking. I have never seen a 'porn' movie."

Smiling at her Debbie asked, "Would you like to? See us make love, that is? I would like to show you just how beautiful it can be, but not if it will scare you."

"You want me to watch you and Mark make love?" Kiki's eyes got round and glassy; Mark's got a little round also.

"How are you going to know if you want to do it if you've never seen it? Besides as co-wife you should know what you have the rights, too," grinning evilly, "you may be angry I'm keeping it all to myself." Mark guffawed across the table.

Blushing prettily Kiki whispered, "I think I would like to see you make love. I always wanted to but I thought it was because I was dirty like my stepfather told me."

"Honey, there is nothing dirty about it," Debbie smiled, "well maybe sometimes but that's when it really gets fun!" This time Mark started blushing a bright red, both women looked at him and then each other and started laughing.

"Tell you what, let's get the baby settled down for the night, lock up the house and meet in the bedroom. It's about time you had a little sex education from some experts." Looking over at Mark she smiled sweetly and added, "At least one of us knows what we're doing anyway."

"What?" Kiki seemed mystified.

"Damn B," Mark growled. Looking up at Kiki he said, "Never mind. I'll tell you later." He got up and left the room. He could hear Debbie laughing all the way up the stairs.

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Mark locked up downstairs, put away his schoolwork and wandered upstairs to the nursery. Debbie was just pulling a very full and satisfied baby girl away from her breast as he walked in.

Taking the baby from her he kissed and cooed to the gurgling child as he burped her. Getting that manly belch he wanted, he changed her diaper and tucked her into a clean sleeper. Holding her while she fell asleep he looked over at Debbie.

"Do you think this is a good idea? Having Kiki watch us, I mean. I don't want to scare her any more than she has been. I can't believe what those bastards did to her."

"I think it's a very good idea, the best in fact. After all, it was mine," she grinned at him. "Seriously, I want her to see two people in love making love to each other. It may help or it may not, but it will show her sex can be beautiful and painless."

"Painless for whom? Then she better not see you when you really get revved up," he said.

Still grinning she said, "Well we'll just have to save the wild stuff for some other time. I think I can be satisfied with a nice gentle fuck from my stallion. Think you can put on a show, big boy? Won't have any performance anxiety will you?"

"You wiggle that beautiful ass at me and I think I could fuck you on the 50 yard line at half time of the Superbowl, you sexy slut!"

"Good. I'll meet you in the bedroom. Don't be late or we'll start without you!"

"That I'd like to see!"

"Later love, later."

Mark walked into the bedroom to find Debbie and Kiki already there. Kiki had on a full robe covering her from neck to ankles, Debbie wearing the robe she usually nursed in. It was short and partially open in front exposing a great deal of cleavage. The younger woman was obviously nervous; Debbie very calm.

"I, I didn't know what to wear," Kiki blurted.

"Anything you want, baby," Debbie crooned. "Whatever you're comfortable in. Mark and I sleep naked usually and for this we will definitely be naked. You'll know when you're comfortable; you decide." She patted the edge of the bed. "Now I want you to sit right here. Don't be embarrassed. We belong to each other now, there is nothing any of us can do that we can't show each other. Now sit." Kiki sat down on the edge of the bed tucking her legs demurely under her.

Sitting on the other edge of the bed Debbie gestured for Mark to come to her. "Come here, big boy; let's see just what we have here." Mark stood in front of her but a little to the side giving an unobstructed view to the younger woman.

"Now," Debbie began as if she were giving a lecture, "what you have to do once you catch these wild animals is skin them before you can eat them." Mark rolled his eyes and Kiki giggled as Debbie began to unbutton his shirt starting at his collar and working her way slowly down the front. She peeled the shirt off him pulling the tail out of his pants and threw it to the floor. She ran her hands over his bulging chest tracing the well-defined pectorals and abdominal muscles.

"Would you like to feel this? It won't hurt you although it may bother him quite a bit." Giggling Kiki tentatively reached her hand across the bed and lightly caressed one pectoral using the tips of her fingers. She quickly took her hand back like she touched a hot coal.

"Feels nice, doesn't it? Well it gets better, much better. Touch wherever and whatever you want. This is the pleasure we give between ourselves. We offer our bodies out of love and take from each other the same." Her hands continued their gentle glide over his exposed torso her voice mesmerizing. "You can't hurt us, or shock us, disappoint, degrade or disillusion us. All we want to give to each other is pleasure. We find that when we give pleasure we receive it tenfold. Now let's see what Santa Claus brought us this Christmas."

Running her hands down his abdomen she grabbed his belt buckle. Unfastening the belt she undid the button and slowly pulled the zipper down. Hooking her fingers in the waistband she pulled his pants down until they fell by themselves to the floor where he stepped out, kicking them aside. The front of his boxer shorts tented out a good four to five inches. Debbie reached up and stroked the protruding fabric.

"Oh my," she said, "What do we have here? Is this a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see us?" She stopped stroking and grabbed the waistband of the shorts and looked over at Kiki.

"Are you ready to view the merchandise, my dear? Now remember some settling may occur and the contents of the box-" she snapped his waistband eliciting a slight grunt from Mark, "-ers may appear smaller than it actually is." With one swift move she yanked his shorts down to his knees. Released from its confinement, his fully erect eight-inch cock sprang forward almost hitting her in the nose.

From the other side of the bed there came a loud gasp. Debbie and Mark turned to look at Kiki, her eyes large and round, the trembling fingers of one hand covered her wide-open mouth.

"Oh!" The young woman seemed to be having trouble taking a breath. "It's so big!" She stared at the long shaft with its flared head like a bird caught before a striking snake.

Smiling Debbie reached out and wrapped her hand around the pulsing rod, lightly stroking up and down the shaft.

"We do grow them big in our part of the country." Still grinning she looked at the girl trying to show by her own example there was nothing to fear. "Remember it doesn't cost much more to say 'Super size it!' when you order. This is the Louisville wife-tamer model and believe me it hits a home run every time!" Although sports were not her forte, baseball came close to being a religion in Japan and she understood the reference, giggling at what Debbie said.

Giggle or not she was frankly terrified by what she saw in front of her. The size of Marks penis far exceeded what she had imagined. A member that size should be hanging from a bull or maybe a horse! The mental image of that immense thing crammed into her tiny opening sent flashes of fear racing through her body. Intimately familiar with Debbie's body she knew, she just knew, there was no way that could fit in the older woman!

"Remember, baby, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, ever!" Debbie could see trembling in the slight form and she reached out to gently stoke her cheek, "You can just watch if you want but maybe you would like to just touch it, feel it."

Kiki's head was shaking back and forth her silently mouthing the word no but one hand reached out toward him as if it had a mind of its own. As her trembling hand approached his cock, she looked up at Mark as if to ask permission. He smiled tenderly down at her giving his silent approval. Debbie released his prick, grasped the outstretched hand and gently drew it to him, letting the fingers lightly stroke up and down the shaft.

Kiki was horrified, mesmerized and, she was surprised to find, more than a little excited. Her fingers lightly explored the length and breadth of the imposing phallus. It was warm, almost hot to the touch, a smooth velvet covering over a granite core. She could feel it move under her fingers pulsing slightly with every beat of his heart. Debbie released her hand but Kiki continued her tactile exploration. Up and down the shaft, gently tracing the flare of the head, it fascinated her and this fascination appalled her, but she couldn't stop. Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, holding it like it was an egg or a fragile piece of glass, she continued moving her hand back and forth from the head to the base.

"You can't hurt him" Debbie whispered. "Believe me, it won't break."

At her words Kiki's hand clamped down on the engorged cock until her knuckles turned white. It gave slightly, like a hard rubber ball when squeezed. Holding him firmly she began to jack him like she had seen Debbie, his skin practically burning under her hand. Suddenly he groaned and she quickly let go thinking she was hurting him. Looking up she saw his eyes closed and head thrown back. Debbie thought she knew what the young woman was thinking.

"Oh honey, you didn't hurt him," she said. "He likes that. Here, let me show you."

Reaching out again she grasped the throbbing erection and drew it to her mouth. Sticking out her tongue she licked the tiny drop of pre-cum off the end and spread it over her slightly parted lips.

"Mmm, that's good" she moaned, "but I want it all now." Quickly she drew his member into her mouth sucking as she went until only four inches remained outside still grasped firmly in her hand. Slowly she began jacking the exposed shaft while moving her head up and down on the implanted portion.

How disgusting, Kiki thought, her eyes glued to the glistening shaft as it appeared and then disappeared into the mouth of her lover. I wonder what it tastes like? It had felt so nice, so hot. Watching her friend fuck her mouth on the rigid shaft, saliva began to involuntary form in her mouth. She had heard of doing this before but had never imagined seeing it; this was something whores did to their customers, not something wives did to their husbands! Without thinking her hand parted the front of her robe pushing aside the short silk gown underneath and began to softly rub her pubic mound. Her vagina had become very wet while touching Mark and watching Debbie suck his cock. Her heart began beating faster and her breath came in short little gasps. She was torn; she didn't think this was right but both of them obviously enjoyed it very much!

Mark's hands couldn't stay at his sides any longer. He reached up cupping Debbie's head, caressing her hair. His eyes were still closed, his breathing labored and he moaned like he was in great pain but his actions told a different story. Debbie franticly increased the pace of her hand and her bobbing head.

Suddenly Mark screamed and went rigid. Debbie forced her head down on his cock as far as she could and began swallowing. After a few minutes his body relaxed and Debbie withdrew his pole from her mouth and began to lick him clean. Still holding her head in his hands he tilted her face up and sinking to his knees drew her in for a long and passionate kiss.

Breaking the kiss Debbie turned toward Kiki and seeing the girl playing with herself smiled and said, "Interesting, yes? I just love having him cum in my mouth; it's such a powerful feeling and it tastes wonderful!"

"He is done now?" Kiki said quizzically.

Debbie turned back to the kneeling man noting his still rock-hard cock jutting straight out.

"Oh no, hon, we've just gotten started. I love sucking him off because I love the taste and because afterwards he lasts a lot longer when he mounts me." She jumped up from the bed and untied her robe. Throwing it off, she stood gloriously naked before them. Pulling him up to stand she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him another long passionate kiss.

Pulling back slightly, breathing hard, she looked into his eyes and said, "It's mama's turn now. Do you think you can handle that, my stallion?"

Without a word he picked her up and placed her gently on the bed. Her legs spread automatically giving Kiki and Mark an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy. He crawled between her legs grabbing her thighs and pulling them apart even farther. Bending down he began to gently lap at her vagina with his tongue.

"Oh Mark, oh Mark, oh baby, do me! Please don't stop! Oh God it feels so good!" Debbie hissed between clenched teeth.

Eyes glued to the writhing woman, Kiki felt lightheaded; the pleasure radiating from her lover's face was incredible. Never during their lovemaking had she seen or felt the naked lust and desire being displayed. Her hand pressed harder into her groin fingers slipping into her slit finding her tiny nub and stroking it.

Debbie arched her back grabbing Mark's head and pressing his face into her crotch. She shuddered and moaned flinging her head from side to side. Finally relaxing she grabbed his hair and pulled him up to look directly into his face. Totally oblivious to her watching soon-to-be co-wife, she wrapped her legs behind him and using her heels tried to force him into her.

"Fuck me now!" she hissed. "Fuck me now, my stallion! I want you in me now!" She reached down, grabbed his throbbing cock and pulled it toward her waiting cunt. He thrust his hips forward slightly lodging the head of his dick in her sopping slit.

Fingers still firmly implanted in her own cunt, Kiki scurried to the end of the bed where she could see the immense organ preparing to enter the older woman. Intuitively she knew it couldn't possibly fit. She just knew her friend would momentarily be ripped open by this massive intruder but Debbie's reactions were far from fearful. Instead she beat at his ass with her heels trying to drive him in, grabbing at him with clawed hands desperately attempting to impale herself. His hip moved forward and as if by magic the engorged rod sank smoothly into her about an inch.

"Yes, yes, yes, now, now, now!" Debbie screamed.

He withdrew until Kiki could just see the flared head, then he moved forward driving even deeper into her. Debbie was blubbering now pulling on him, thrusting her hips up to meet him. Slowly, in and out, forward then retreat, more and more of his cock sank into her until finally his balls rested on the cheeks of her ass. Kiki felt like she had just witnessed a miracle, Debbie had taken the whole eight inches and was begging for more!

The look Debbie was giving him was that of pure adulation and lust. The girl could hear but not really believe the words coming from her friend.

"Fuck me, my stallion! Use me! Breed me! I am your mare, take me!"

Mark did just that. Slowly at first he withdrew and then pushed back until he was buried to the hilt. Back out, in again. Out, then in. In, then out. Faster and faster until his plunging was one smooth motion. Kiki rubbed her own clit faster and harder in concert with his strokes until finally her orgasm exploded. She fell to the bed, body rigid and unable to move, her face pointed toward the interlocked pair. Suddenly Mark pushed forward holding himself deep within the writhing woman. Debbie screamed, clenching him tightly, drawing him as deep into her body as he could go. The two trembled and shuddered together moaning into each other's shoulders. As their bodies relaxed Mark pushed himself up to his elbows kissing and nibbling the lips of the softly cooing woman.

Debbie twisted her head to look at her friend through half closed eyes grinning like the cat who just ate the canary. She stretched one hand out to the younger woman while stroking the hair of the man still poised above her. Kiki withdrew the hand still entrenched in her own cunt and reached to gently hold it. They lay there looking and smiling at each other until Mark finally rolled off the top and plopped onto the bed between them on his back.

Debbie also rolled over and laid her head on his chest, wrapping his arm around behind her, pulling her close to his side. She smiled, motioning the young woman to the other side.

"Take off you robe and lie here with us, honey," she murmured. Sitting up the girl silently removed her outer garment and tossed it to the floor. Gingerly she lowered herself beside the reclined man and placed her head on his chest, his arm surrounding her, pulling her in tight. She gasped at the strength and tenderness she felt. Face pressed against him she could feel his heart beating as it slowed, resting now from its exertion. It was a sense of total belonging, of becoming a part of the whole. She had never felt this loved, this cared for, before in her life. Tears welled up in her eyes and dripped down onto his gently moving chest.

Their eyes were locked together as they rested on their man, noses almost touching. Debbie reached up and gently stroked her cheek. "I wanted this to be a little less ... energetic ... for you," she whispered, her smile getting even bigger, "but I guess I got a little carried away, but then I usually do."

Kiki looked at her friend/lover with wonderment, "It, it was incredible!" Her eyes glanced up at Mark's now sleeping face, "He is so big! How could you get it in you? But you enjoyed it so much!"

"Honey, we women are built to take it. It may seem impossible but we could take much bigger if needed." Her hand left Kiki's cheek and traveled down Mark's taut stomach to lightly caress his now flaccid penis. "Not that we would ever need more than this."

"My love," Debbie whispered to Kiki, "I never want it to seem that I am pushing you but the experience of having him inside you is the most wonderful thing I have ever felt. I love my time with you, I always will, but this is a joy that you couldn't even imagine until you try it. When you are ready I promise I will be there with you. Now, baby, just sleep; sleep with us now." She placed her hand on top of the young woman's and closed her eyes, thinking to herself that they needed to get a bigger bed.

Edited by Morgan



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Chapter 9



Kiki woke slowly the next morning. At first she was a little confused and unsure of where she was, but for some reason it didn't bother her. She felt something she had never felt before: a great warm mass pressed against her back and a weight around her middle holding her in tightly against that mass. It felt a bit like Debbie, but more so, much more so! It felt wonderful, so right! This is where she belonged! Waking a little more she lifted her head and cracked open her eyes. She could see an arm draped over her middle holding her firmly but gently against someone. It had to be Mark! Their positions had changed in the night and her shift had ridden up leaving her naked butt pressed back against his groin. She wiggled it just a little and got a rush of excitement as she felt him move and murmur next to her. Then hearing him softly snore into her neck she knew he was still asleep.

She wiggled her ass back into him again and was elated, and terrified, when she felt something large and smooth begin to harden and press between her thighs just under her ass. Her heart beat faster; she wanted it to stop, no, she wanted it to continue! She didn't know what she wanted! There was an emptiness somewhere down there that ached to be filled. She seemed to have no conscious control over her body as her ass pressed back into him and her thighs parted slightly allowing his growing member to push in between them. He began to thrust slightly and his now rigid cock slid between her thighs brushing the lips of her cunt. Her body ached. She wanted to reach down and guide him into her but, trembling, she couldn't move.

Bending her knees slightly and arching her back brought his thrusting member closer to her pussy, parting the lips just a little as it slid back and forth. She was on fire! The sensations were incredible! Each thrust burned along her slit sending a wave of agonizing ecstasy throughout her body. The hand holding her moved up to cup a breast through her gown sending another shudder along her form. Suddenly an orgasm hit her, pressing her ass back as far as she could and holding her legs tightly together she felt a sticky warm wetness spread over her stomach as he came, spurting wildly between her thighs.

As if suddenly coming awake from a dream Mark reared back releasing her breast and crying out in horror, "Kiki, oh my God, I am so sorry!"

Unclamping her legs she rolled over and wrapped her arms around him, preventing him from moving any further away. He was shaking in what was obvious fear and probable anger at himself.

She tilted her head and pulling him in as tightly as she could kissed him hard on the mouth. She held him feeling his body tremble with self-loathing.

"It's okay my love, it's all right," she whispered. "It was wonderful, wonderful." Cooing to him until his body relaxed and he tentatively wrapped his arm around her.

Tears were still in his eyes as he said, "I am so sorry; I never wanted to take advantage of you, never."

She smiled at him and kissed his nose.

"Silly man! You did not take advantage of me, I took advantage of you!"

"And that's as it should be!" came a voice from the doorway. Debbie walked in holding the baby and grinning from ear to ear. "And how are my two lovebirds doing this morning... ? As if I didn't know!"

Both Mark and Kiki blushed as they rolled apart. Debbie walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. Eve squirmed in her mother's arm and reached out for her other parents, at first unable to decide whom she wanted finally settling on daddy.

"Here, you take her down and get her something solid to eat," Debbie told him. He got out of bed, threw on a robe and took the baby out of her mother's arms.

Bending down he gave Kiki a kiss saying, "I really am sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

She reached up, grabbed his ear and pulled him down to her again. She kissed him and the baby saying, "You'd better not be sorry! Now go, she hungry!" Both girls watched as he left singing to the baby while she squealed in response.

"He loves her so much," Kiki sighed.

"Yes he does." Debbie turned back to the girl. "Now, how are you?"

Blushing Kiki whispered, "I am fine, really, fine."

"I watched the whole thing; at least I think it was everything. I'm pretty sure he was asleep," Debbie's look intent, "but I'm pretty sure you weren't."

"No, I wasn't."

"You know you could have woken him up any time, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Then why didn't you?"

Kiki looked down at her soiled nightgown. "I ... I didn't want to." Quickly she looked up at Debbie, "Am I bad? I wanted him to do that to me. No, I wanted him to do more but I was afraid. I almost pushed him into me but I couldn't do it."

Sitting down on the edge of the bed Debbie put her arms around the young woman.

"It's okay, baby. I know what the desire feels like." She gave the girl a little shake, "Lucky for me I'm not afraid to act on it. But then I'm certainly not a virgin. You are a virgin, aren't you?" Kiki bit her lip, nodding her head yes.

"Well, that nothing to be ashamed of, really! It's not a disease and even if it was it can be cured with one injection!"

Giving Kiki another little shake she said, "Honey, your first time should be special. Now I'm not saying having him pound into you from the rear isn't special ― believe me it can be ― but I want it to be really special. When you're ready let me know. We'll get you ready for him and him ready for you. You saw how much I enjoyed last night, right? Well I want that same pleasure for you. I want you to dream about him, hunger for him, lust for him! You can, but you can't do that and be scared of him."

Kiki looked at Debbie. "I am ready for him. I burned for him today, I wanted him in me so bad it hurt, I just didn't know what I should do about it."

Rubbing Kiki's back Debbie said, "You just let me know when you're ready and I'll take care of everything. Just make sure you are really ready."

"Debbie, I am ready." She spoke softly but clearly, her eyes bright but slightly unfocused.

"Are you sure, baby?" As the young girl's head slowly nodded, Debbie's smile got even bigger. "Okay honey, then we'll do it tonight. It will be your wedding night, or would you rather wait for you real wedding night?"

"No!" came the quickly hissed reply.

"Oh my! Someone is developing a little case of the hots, now aren't we? That's good. You think about what it is you want from our relationship today, and it's perfectly all right for sex to be one of the big ones. We'll fill in the paperwork and say the words later; tonight you will be married to us."

"But I already feel married!"

"Tonight honey you'll know you're married!"

Standing up she fingered the soiled nightgown and looked at the wet sheets.

"Now you know why we sleep nude and change the sheets almost every day!"

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Debbie cornered Mark in the kitchen while he was cleaning up from the baby's breakfast. Little Eve was tucked snugly into her bassinet in the living room sleeping off her morning feeding. Debbie was still breast-feeding the baby but they were supplementing her diet with some solid food now. Besides, thought Debbie, with as much milk Mark and Kiki drained from her it was going to be a long time before she ran dry. It was a real pain to continue leaking all over the place but the pleasure she and her spouses derived from the suckling, it was worth it.

"Mark, Kiki..."

He whirled around a look of extreme anxiety on his face.

"Oh God, I hope I didn't screw everything up! Is she all right? I didn't mean to ... attack her! I was asleep and having this really nice dream and then I woke up and..."

She went to him and placed her fingers over his mouth. "It's all right honey, she's fine. I think it scared her a little but even more than that I think she really wanted you to make love to her. She's not very experienced in this, you know, and I think her hormones are kicking in bigtime. She's been afraid of men for a long time and now that she's found one that is kind and gentle, someone who loves her and wants her as a woman, she wants what nature tells her she should want." Grinning she grabbed his crotch playfully. "The only problem is he's hung with a piece of meat that a horse would envy and the sight of that bad boy angry understandably scared her."

Blushing, Mark said, "I'm glad she wants to go through with it. I think we all do." A look of anxiety crossed his face, "You don't think I am too big for her, do you?"

Releasing his crotch she patted his cheek. "Don't worry, my sweet man, you'll fit just fine. After all if we can stuff him up my ass we can get him into her sweet pussy. Women can adapt to almost any size; we just need to go slow and easy and I'm sure you can do that."

"Yeah, no pressure," he muttered.

Laughing she said, "I'll be right there, baby. You just follow my lead and let Debbie take over."

"I am truly the luckiest man on the face of the earth," he sighed, "I do love you you know." He wrapped his arm around her and bent down to give her a kiss.

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The bedroom was lighted with the soft glow of a dozen candles. The freshly cleaned bedding turned down, pillows spread attractively. Debbie had Kiki sit on the edge of the bed. The young woman was in a beautiful silk robe tied loosely around her waist. Her long black hair was unbound and cascading down her back, her hands nervously clenched in her lap. Debbie, also adorned in only a robe, sat next to her gently rubbing her shoulders.

"Are you ready for your husband now, my love?" she asked softly.

Kiki could only nod her head not trusting her own voice. Reaching over to the nightstand she picked up a small bell and rang it twice.

Seconds latter Mark slowly entered the room. He wore a midnight-blue silk robe draped over his shoulders falling down to just above his knees. It was tied loosely in front, the material gathering just enough to accentuate his wide shoulders and slim waist. In the candlelight he looked magnificent. Both women involuntarily held their breath as he glided over to the bed. He stopped directly in front of the sitting girl and knelt on both knees. Reaching out he grasped both of her hands and bending his head brought them to his lips. He softly kissed both of her hands and looked up into her eyes. Then he spoke.

"Kikiroko Fujimora, would you do us the great honor of becoming our wife, to live with us, be one with us, to love us? Debbie and I have found that we are not complete without you. We beg you to become one of our family, as life mate, friend and lover. Will you become one with us?"

Her eyes never left his although they were so big and round it looked like they would fall out of her face.

"Mark Matthews, I am honored to be asked to join your family. I have never known love and kindness such as I do here. I would be proud to be your wife, your friend and," she gripped his hands tightly, "your lover."

Debbie felt faint. She hadn't talked to Mark about what he would say or do once he entered the room. She pretty much thought he would remain silent like he had when they made love with Kiki watching. These words were beautiful, perfect! Tears flooded her eyes blurring her vision. This was a true marriage ceremony; regardless of what they did later there was no doubt that as of this moment the three of them were married. Their hearts, bodies and souls were united into one being. His very short but beautiful request bound them in an unbreakable bond!

Standing, Mark pulled Kiki up with him. Releasing her hands he slowly untied her robe letting the sash fall to the floor. The front of the robe parted slightly reveling smooth olive skin from chest to abdomen, the downey fuzz of pubic hair just visible through the folds. From behind Debbie grabbed the shoulders of the robe and pulled it back and down off Kiki's slim form. The robe snagged on Kiki's arms as they stretched forward still holding Mark's hands tightly. Releasing his hands she allowed the robe to slide to the floor with a soft rustling sound.

She stood gloriously naked before them, her firm breasts slightly heaving with each breath, the small brown nipples erect and jutting out. Eyes still locked, she reached for his sash and untied it, letting it drop to the floor with the other. As the robe parted his throbbing erection sprang into view but she saw nothing but the still limpid pools of his eyes. Her hands gently pushed the robe off his shoulders until it too fell in a pile on the floor. Stepping closer she wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her lips to his. As they kissed, she could feel his engorged member poking into her belly. Her anxiety disappeared in a raging burning lust that abruptly consumed her.

Suddenly it was clear that this was her man and he was going to claim her tonight! She didn't care if he ripped her open from crotch to neck, she was his and she wanted him to take her, make her his own!

Melting against him she moaned into his parted lips, her tongue slashing into his mouth to taste him, touch him, consume him! Their lips still locked, he gently picked her up, one arm behind her back and the other under her knees. He stepped to the bed and knee walked to its center where her laid her down. Breaking their embrace he reared up and over her, her arm following trying to pull him back down. Instead he held her wrists, stretching them out to each side. Leaning down he began to gently kiss and bite her neck, working his way down the front to her breasts. Capturing one erect nipple in his teeth he gently tugged. Her body felt as if every nerve was on fire, burning her to the very core. As he started to suckle on her tiny nub she began to moan and shiver. He continued to hold her arms firmly locked in place while her body burned with exquisite tortuous pleasure. As soon as he freed them her hands shot out grabbing his hair, forcing him fiercely against her breast, attempting to cram as much of the golden globe into his mouth as possible. Expelling the nipple from his mouth the lips continued their journey down her body across her stomach to the navel where his tongue explored this tiny indention. She curled up slightly, fingers still tightly gripping his hair. A slight sheen of perspiration glistened over her body, eyes tightly closed, teeth clenched, breath hissing out between them.

Her legs spread open exposing herself fully to his ministrations. The scent boiling up from her crotch assaulted his nostrils, hitting him like a hammer. It was the scent of a fully aroused woman, a bitch in heat; he could smell her desire, her need. Leaving her navel, the journey continued, kissing, licking, nibbling, down to her pubic mound and into the soft downy hair. Moving to position himself between her outstretched legs he began to lightly lick her vaginal lips, tasting and savoring the juices from her now sopping wet cunt. Her taste amazed him; it was completely different from his mother's! He knew he was somewhat inexperienced when it came to women but he wondered if every woman had her own individual taste? Not that he cared; it was the difference between ice cream and chocolate cake; both were wonderful, just different.

Kiki's brain felt like it had been short-circuited. When Debbie had sucked her breasts and licked her cunt the pleasure had been intense, but this defied description! It was the difference between a fiery furnace and a warm blanket. The warm blanket kept you safe, secure and comfortable; this consumed! His tongue slipped in between her cunt lips brushing her clit and immediately sparking an orgasm, tearing a scream from her mouth and causing her legs to snap together trapping him inside. Her body shuddered and shook as she lost conscious control of her limbs.

As her orgasm subsided, only one thought consumed her: getting him into her, getting that magnificent cock into her as fast and as far as it could go! She pulled at his hair trying to drag him up and into position, tears coming to her eyes because he moved so slowly!

"It is time my loves, it is time." Turning to the sound Kiki barely noticed that Debbie was naked beside them gently stroking her shoulder.

"Now!" she hissed to the older woman, "I want him now!"

"Yes my love," Debbie whispered softly, "you're ready for him now. Take it slowly baby. Enjoy this moment; he will be here for the rest of your life. Enjoy this first time as much as you can."

Turning back to Mark Kiki's arms strained with effort as she tried to bodily drag him up to her. Resisting her surprisingly strong pull Mark slowly moved between her legs until their groins were pressed together, his prick lying atop her cunt lips the head almost reaching her navel. He reared up and over her supported by his arms, their eyes locked together. Slowly he began to move his hips; letting his cock slide back and forth over her lips, her juice coating the underside of his member. She began thrusting against him trying to drive him in even though his head wasn't yet in position to enter her.

Reaching between the two lovers Debbie grabbed his cock and guided the head positioning it and then holding it so that the tip rested against her slightly parted labia. Beads of sweat on his brow demonstrated the conflict inside, between the desire to slowly deflower his new love and his desperate need to ram into her as hard as he could.

"Slowly, my love," Debbie whispered to him. "Let her take you as she can. You're both doing wonderfully! Slowly, oh so slowly! Kiki baby, relax and open yourself to him. Let him in you just a little bit."

The wildness was still in the girl's eyes as she felt the tip of his cock start to part her cunt lips, the bulbous tip resting just inside with the flare of his glans still outside. She continued to thrust against him impaling herself on his huge pole a fraction of an inch at a time. Each time she moved, her legs strained to open wider as he slowly disappeared into her clutching channel. She began speaking Japanese through clenched teeth, the words unintelligible to him but their meaning crystal clear. Debbie's hand prevented him from any further penetration than she deemed prudent. Although he tried to hold himself still, Mark could feel his hips involuntarily moving forward to meet her thrusts.

Finally the head slid past her spread lip and entered her canal. A scream tore from the girl's lips causing both Mark and Debbie to look at her with anxiety. It became instantly obvious, as her body became rigid and shook, that the scream was not due to either pain or fear but that his slight penetration had triggered another climax.

Kiki knew the exact moment his cock head entered her cunt. It felt like someone was trying to jamb a baseball bat into her, but instinctively she knew that was exactly where it belonged. Thrusting her hips against the intruding rod her juices coated the head allowing it to slip down into her entrance touching nerves she never even knew she had. When it finally slid in there was a momentary flash of pain quickly replaced by a blinding wave of ecstasy as her second orgasm of the night exploded within her.

As her breathing calmed and her muscles relaxed her eyes fluttered open to again lock onto her lover's face as he reared above her. Noticing his grimace, the sweat breaking out on his chest, her heart ached with love for this man that was taking her with such deliberation and tenderness; the pent-up desire must be causing him close to physical pain. Deliberately she moved against him, allowing him to sink another fraction of an inch into her until Debbie's hand halted the plunge. She backed away slightly then forward again. Debbie relaxed her grip allowing more of his massive cock to slide into the younger woman. Back again then forward. There was no feeling of pain just an incredible sense of pressure and fulfillment as he slowly explored virgin territory.

Debbie removed her hand as the girl fucked herself onto her son's cock. Watching as inch by inch disappeared it seemed impossible that this slight young thing could take all of him. Finally with about an inch remaining outside Debbie reached behind and firmly shoved Mark's butt, the final inch sliding home leaving his balls resting on the splayed cheeks of Kiki's ass. Debbie had never been this close to the sex act before without being one of the primary participants. She thought she would be feeling jealousy as her young stud claimed another woman for his stable but she didn't. She loved the two of them and knew without a doubt in her heart that he would come back to her; in fact, he had never left. The young woman now impaled by her son's prick was now more than a lover to her; she was now her co-wife bonded together by the eucharistic sharing of their man's love, closer than sisters, closer even that just lovers, they were family together.

As soon as he penetrated to his maximum depth the two young lovers froze as still as statues. Their groins and eyes locked together, chests barely moving sweat glistening from their skin. He was trapped in a warm moist vise gently grasping at him as he lay buried in her. She looked up at him and understood what Debbie had meant when she called Mark her stallion and she his mare. He was in her completely and she could feel every inch, every vein and ridge. Every nerve in her violated cunt fired at once telling her pleasure-wracked body that her man was claiming her for his own. He reared above her, pure male in every sense of the word. Right now his only function in the universe was to plant the seed in her for future generations. Her only function was to accept that seed and nurture the fruits of this union. She didn't care if he ripped her open or pounded her black and blue, her only goal was to have him cum inside her, planting that seed.

Releasing his hair but their eyes still locked her hands moved over his chest, down over his hips and clenched his buttocks, her fingernails digging in as if to prevent him from escaping. Using her hands she pulled at him trying to bring him in even deeper. This triggered him to action and he began to slowly rock in and out of her, withdrawing an inch or two then pressing back in to his maximum depth. Matching his strokes thrust for thrust she heard their flesh slap together as their groins collided.

So softly at first he couldn't really believe he was really hearing anything but increasing in volume as their strokes became quicker and even more urgent: "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me! Fuck me! fuck me!" she screamed. As their bodies banged together his cock a blur as it pistoned in and out of her, the cry became ever more demanding.

Realizing that Kiki's tender virginal cunt was going to be bruised and extremely sore if this continued, Debbie reached behind the two and gently squeezed Marks balls. He shuddered and plunged in one more time, finally holding himself deep within her as his cum shot out drenching her newly violated cunt with his sperm. Her legs wrapped around him, heels pressing him even deeper while her body shivered and shook with another tremendous orgasm.

Suddenly his arms gave way and he collapsed on top of her. Her hands released his butt and wrapped around crushing him to her. Eyes closed, their lips sought each other's, kissing lightly with passion but no lust. After a while her legs relaxed and flopped to his sides, he rolled off her to the side, head propped up on one elbow gazing at her, he lightly caressed her breasts and stomach. Her fingers gently rested on his caressing hand as she murmured his name and, eyes fluttering, she dozed, tucking her head in next to his.

Debbie stretched out next to the sleeping girl resting her cheek on a shoulder looking with bright eyes across the taut breasts at her smiling son. Reaching out she caressed his shoulder, running her fingers up and down his arm.

"You were magnificent, my stallion," she whispered to him. His hand stopped caressing Kiki and gently pushed Debbie's hair back away from her face, his palm resting on her smooth cheek.

"We were magnificent, my beauty," he whispered back. "Having you here with us was..." He hesitated looking for words, "Perfect!"

They lay like that awhile, softly touching each other, touching the sleeping girl, just being with each other. Finally her hand drifted down his body gently holding his flaccid prick still wet from sex. It began to grow and harden in her hand. Lightly she rubbed it, slowly moving her hand up and down the hardening shaft until it again felt like a velvet-covered iron rod. Their eyes locked and he grinned at her. She answered with a slow seductive smile and a look behind half lowered lids. He rolled onto his back his cock sticking up like a flagpole. Picking herself up she silently moved to straddle him, her breasts lowered, a nipple barely touching his lips.

Lips parting he drew the proffered nub into his mouth and began to suckle. Debbie felt her milk let down and gush into the waiting mouth. She shuddered. Nursing had always been an incredibly sexual experience for her even with the baby, but with one of her lovers it was like a fuse connected directly to her cunt had been lit. Carefully so as not to dislodge his grasping lips, she reached between them, grabbed his steel hard prick and guided it to her sopping pussy. Planting the head firmly inside her she began to lower herself on the waiting pole. Inch by inch he disappeared into her waiting portal. When he had finally delved as far as he was able, she began to move her ass up and down slowly fucking herself on his cock. This time the mare was riding the stallion, taking him where she wanted to go, a slow leisurely pace each groaning with pleasure at her manipulations.

As the milk ran out of one breast she quickly moved to the other letting his grasping lips lock on and provide welcome relief. She moved faster as her need for release became more demanding. She felt a light caressing touch on her back, butt and thighs. Gazing over she saw Kiki at her side eyes bright, smiling, her gaze locked on the entwined couple. Debbie smiled wickedly at the girl and increased the speed of her humping. Grinning just as evilly Kiki reached between the splayed legs and fondled Mark's balls. Within minutes he released Debbie's nipple and groaned as milk spilled over his face. Suddenly Debbie felt him shudder and release a warm spurting deep in her cunt, triggering her orgasm. Waves of pleasure rocked her finally subsiding to a warm glow that infused her whole body.

Reluctantly she rolled off and stretched out beside him, head gently resting on one shoulder. Kiki pulled the sheet up over the three of them and lay down on his other side, assuming what was to become their most often-used sleeping position, a thoroughly fucked man sandwiched between his two women. His arms surrounded both, pulling them into his side as the three fell softly asleep.

Edited by Morgan



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Chapter 10



The April wedding was a very small private affair with a local judge presiding, Debbie as matron of honor and Mark's old quarterback, Marcus, as best man. Their household now had two Mrs. Matthews and the happy trio honeymooned in their own home. It was a weekend of total debauchery, sex and sleep. The only difference from that of a normal weekend was the lack of studies. Mark and Kiki were still taking classes but decided a few days away wouldn't kill them.

The INS paperwork was filed requesting permanent resident status for Kiki and, pending any future investigation, would be granted in whatever time frame the lords of bureaucracy deemed necessary. Kiki began the process of obtaining citizenship, relinquishing the ties to her birth nation without a second thought.

May brought the end of the school year and exams. Amazingly, both Mark and Kiki breezed through their tests hardly breaking a sweat. Probably because they studied together huddled on the couch while Debbie provided them sustenance (food and tea, no coffee!), moral support and care for the baby. She would often curl up next to them the three as close as a pack of puppies squirming next to each other. It was a perfect system except being together there was a tendency for hands to stroke, fingers to tickle, lips to nibble and more often than not study sessions devolved into three-way fuck-fests with books and papers forgotten on the floor.

Debbie was happily surprised to find just how well her two spouses did in academics although when she really thought about it she realized it shouldn't have surprised her at all. She had known almost from the day they met that Kiki was a brilliant, truly gifted, young woman with an iron-hard work ethic. She was already destined to graduate with honors even given her prior circumstances and now, with a rock solid support system, bloomed in the classroom. Before she was shy and reclusive, speaking out seldom and then only when called upon. Now she had a family that supported her, believed in her and without any doubt loved her to the very center of her being.

With this came self-confidence and assertiveness without being overbearing; she was an intellectual asset to any class she took. She was someone that knew her own self-worth and her value to the ones who loved her. She was highly in demand as a study partner (politely declined) by fellow students and as research assistant (accepted when it fit her schedule) to influential professors and visiting doctors. As a fourth year student she was already receiving tentative offers for employment upon graduation.

No, Kiki was not the surprise, but Mark was. Yes, she had always known he did well in school (except Human Sexuality that she loved to tease him about) but there was absolutely no reason he shouldn't be a basket case now. After all while still in high school he took his mother as a lover, excelled in sports, and earned a full ride scholarship to a prestigious college. His only accomplishment in college so far was: be a football hero, become the object of desire by practically every cutie coed, father a child, marry his mother's lover and spend hours each night servicing two nymphomaniacs. Something almost every young man does, right? Debbie worried about him sometimes and talked about it with Kiki.

During one of their girl talks, just sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea, the subject again came up. Kiki got a thoughtful look and sat silently for a bit.

"It's his focus," she finally said. "He has his life focused on family, football and fucking." She still blushed when she said it but continued, "These F's give him the ability to focus on the big A: academics. To him the school work is just something he needs to do to allow the other three to continue, and I'm not sure but that football is the same to him: just a job that needed to be done and done well."

"True," replied Debbie, "but I wonder if I have stolen his youth, forced him to grow up too quickly, deprived him of his childhood? Does he resent the burden we place on him? I mean he doesn't go out guzzling beer with his teammates, can't chase girls who would just love for him to catch them, or anything else that normal young men get to do before they have to settle down."

"Well," Kiki said with a very innocent look on her face, "why don't you ask him the next time he's eight inches deep in your ass riding you like a bull taking his cow. Please let me know if he thinks he's being deprived."

Shocked at hearing this coming from her normally reserved and demure co-wife, the words took awhile to sink in. As they did, she realized how utterly ridiculous it sounded when said out loud. She knew exactly what he would say, especially if asked at that particular time. Envisioning the scene of her turning her head to look at him and ask if he felt deprived as he pile-drove his massive cock up her shit chute was utterly hilarious. She started to giggle, then to chuckle and then broke into uncontrollable laughter, tears streaming down her face. Across from her Kiki tried to maintain an impassive façade but when her co-mate's laughter broke free, hers followed. Soon both women were snorting, gasping and laughing, holding hands across the table.

At just that moment Mark chose to stroll into the kitchen. Seeing the two laughing women he casually asked, "What's so funny?"

Instantly the laughter ceased like a switch had been turned off. They looked at him with an innocence that guaranteed butter wouldn't melt in their mouths. As one they turned to look at each other and suddenly the two broke down in gales of laughter even harder than before if that was possible. Instinctively he knew this was something he might not want to know about. Slowly, not turning his back on them, he inched his way to the counter to draw a cup of tea. Warily he watched them. Their attention was back on him again and he felt like a piece of raw meat being eyed by two hungry lionesses. The laughter had subsided to mere bursts of giggles but still their eyes impassively followed him.

"Come over here, husband," Kiki said demurely watching him through fluttering eyelashes. "My co-wife and I have a question for you." Debbie's eyes went big and round as she looked over at the girl, she minutely shook her head, no. Kiki just smiled sweetly back at her.

Mark could almost hear the sirens going off in his head, the flashing red lights, the Robot, his arms waving wildly saying "Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!" Cautiously he approached the table, like a mouse asked to sit with two very beautiful but deadly cats. Setting the cup down, he turned a chair around and sat astride leaning his elbows on the chair back.

"Yesss?" he said warily.

Turning back to him Kiki said, "My co-wife has been worried that you may feel deprived, that we may have stolen your ― how do you say? ― young manhood. She thinks that maybe you don't like to be cooped up with us two, that you can't do what other young men at the school do. You're a married man now, can't go drinking, chasing young girls, go on these panty raids. Well, husband, tell the truth: Do you feel deprived? Is there something you missed that you would want to do?"

Relief flooded him ashe sighed heavily. "Is that your question?" Looking directly at his mother he continued, "Do you really worry about that?" Debbie just looked at him anxiously. Chuckling he reached out to grab a hand of each in his. Looking straight at his mother he said, "Oh my yes I'm deprived." Her look went from anxious to morose as he continued, "I am the proud father of the world's most perfect child. I am married to the two most beautiful women I have ever known, both of whom I am madly in love with. I get more sex than any four men should; I'm at a great school for which I don't pay a dime; and I get to play football hero. Sounds like deprivation to me." He stood up and bent down to gently kiss his mother.

"I realize my life is not what one would call normal," he said standing up straight, "but I thank the powers that be every day for what I have. I see what my peers go through every day, getting drunk, trying to get laid, doing as little as possible and still pass. They are trying to put off growing up as long as possible, just like Peter Pan. Well I've seen the grown-up world and to me it's nothing to fear; in fact, it's something to be cherished. I know I'm still very young and it may sound silly but with you two my life is already complete. Whatever comes in the future will just be a bonus to what I already have.

"Do I feel deprived? No. What I feel is pity for everyone who doesn't have what I already do. Now you can go on and worry about this all you want but you can be sure I won't." Cocking his head as if hearing something he continued, "Now I think I hear the baby asking to take a little walk around campus." He rounded the table, gave Kiki a quick kiss and started for the door flinging back over his shoulder, "Who knows what we'll find? You know nothing attracts girls like a baby."

"And if you find one," Debbie yelled at his departing back, "just be sure you let her know she can only have what the two of us leave behind!" They heard his laughter as he walked down the hall.

Looking over at Debbie Kiki smiled and said, "Are you satisfied?"

"I guess so," sighed Debbie, "it must be the mother in me still wondering if he's going to be all right ... if what I do with him is right."

"Ah yes," harrumphed Kiki, "Well you're not his mother, anymore. You're his wife. You're the mother of Eve, not the man. He's happy, I'm happy, you're happy. If this is wrong then I don't want to be right! What we have is different yes, but it is good, very good! Hie? Yes! Now I have wash to do. If you're quick you catch up with our husband and help him walk the baby, and maybe keep these big-boobed sluts away from him!"

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The warm summer drifted along in a heated haze. Both Kiki and Mark decided to take a couple of summer classes. For Kiki it would mean early graduation; for Mark it would kill some time and help catch up from the lighter schedule he kept during the football season. Debbie had become interested in writing and both of her spouses urged her to start taking classes part time.

"That's ridiculous!" she exclaimed. "Someone my age taking college classes? Don't be silly!"

The three of them were lying in bed after a particularly amorous bout of lovemaking and somehow Debbie had ended up in the middle flat on her back.

"Silly? No, silly is not trying." Mark was on his side propped up on his elbow looking at her. "Silly is not seeing if it is something you might like to do. Silly is thinking that 'someone my age' can't or shouldn't do this or that. Evening college was designed especially for someone like you. It allows nontraditional students the opportunity to try different things while not forcing you to take classes during the day. Let me point out a couple of things to you. And mighty fine points they are I might add"

Causally reaching over he lightly flicked one of her nipples that jutted up into the air. A little drop of milk flew over to hit Kiki on the end of her nose.

"One: You have an interest in writing."

The younger woman giggled tried to lick her nose and flicked the nipple closest to her.

"Two," she said, "We are here to take care of the baby at night." Milk droplets flew hitting Mark in the face.

"Stop that, you two! You're teasing me." Debbie wanted to be cross but the little bit of attention her nipples were getting was already lighting little flames of desire. Her breasts began leaking, small droplets forming into larger drops poised on the tops of her teats.

"Three," said Mark flicking more milk in his junior wife's direction, "you have an interest and it would be a shame not to find out if you really like it."

"Four," Kiki grinned evilly sending even more back his way, "you're not too old, you're just right."

"And five," another flick of sprayed milk, "we aren't going to stop until you say yes!"

"Okay! Okay, I'll do it! You're going to hurt me if I don't!" Her voice sounded a little hoarse, shaky and totally lacking in conviction. In fact her nipples felt no pain, just a burning desire.

"Here I kiss and make better." Kiki leaned over and drew a nipple into her mouth and began to softly suckle. Mark did the same with the teat on his side. In unison their hands began to roam over the woman's body, touching here, caressing there. Debbie's body was on fire. The feeling of her two lovers nursing, their touch lighting fires up and down her skin, her legs opened without conscious volition exposing her now sopping pussy to their ministrations. Kiki's fingers touched her there first, gently following the outer lips, caressing her Venus mound, finally delving into her to stimulate her clitoris.

Finding her co-wife wet and ready Kiki released the nipple she was sucking and began to kiss and nibble her way down the older woman's body. Rolling over she positioned herself on elbows and knees, her lips firmly attached to her friend's cunt. Still working her fingers in and out she kissed and licked at the pink lips slowly and gently.

Mark's hand traveled down toward the inviting slit only to find it otherwise occupied. He broke his lock on his tit and looked down to see his junior wife lapping his senior wife's cunt. He scrambled to his hands and knees, pausing to give Debbie a long, deep kiss, their tongues entwining and caressing within her mouth. She moaned into his mouth as Kiki's tongue lightly brushed her clit.

Breaking the kiss Mark moved to the bottom of the bed where Kiki's magnificent ass stuck up in the air inviting, almost daring him to mount her. He parted her cheeks and bent down to lick her now dripping slit. Up and down his tongue roamed capturing the little drops of girl juice forming on the tiny petal-like folds of skin.

On the next trip up the slit his tongue brushed lightly over the small puckered asshole so daringly exposed. A low moan issued from the girl's mouth firmly implanted in cunt. Without hesitation he elongated his tongue and poked it past the little ring of muscle into her tiny anus. Kiki shivered, the feeling of his soft/hard tongue entering her tiny portal was as exciting as it was unusual. She had seen Debbie take him up the ass, marveling that so small an opening could accept such a massive object, but the pleasure her friend received from such treatment was undeniable. She had been willing to try to train her own ass to accept him but she could only get the medium sized dildo inside her and that with a considerable amount of pain.

Debbie and Mark had agreed that ass-fucking was not for her, although she did enjoy a finger or two stuck in there while being eaten or fucked. The sensation was completely different from a hard dry digit; this felt like a small live animal was crawling inside her. The feeling was both scary and terribly erotic. The fact that he was willing to stick his tongue in her there drove her desire to fever pitch. She momentarily lifted her face from the delicious cunt and called back to him. "Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

His oral digit withdrew from the small puckered orifice and giving it one more lick he moved forward to press his groin to her. Her legs splayed out slightly as she arched her back presenting herself for mounting. Grabbing his cock he ran the head up and down her slit wetting it with her juices. Placing the glans at her entrance he began to hump his hips at her causing the mushroom shaped head to part her lips and enter a fraction of an inch more with each thrust.

As she felt him begin to enter Kiki started to rock back towards him pushing his thick rod even further into her sopping pussy. As the flared head passed beyond the outer lips and firmly lodged in the steamy tunnel Mark released his cock and brought his hands to her hips, lightly pulling with her movements as she impaled herself on his thick shaft.

As each inch of his turgid member worked its way slowly into her tight tunnel, the feeling of being split apart coursed through the young woman's body. No matter how many times he screwed her the moment of his entry always felt the same: the intense pressure of a huge object being jammed into her tight cunt. She could feel every ridge and vein as his cock pushed everything in its way to one side in its single-minded journey to plum her depths. It felt like she was sitting on a fence post and slowly sliding down around it. The feeling was wonderful. Having that huge piece of meat slide into her certainly gave her a filled feeling but also one of being fulfilled. She never felt more of a woman, a female, then when he was using her as a receptacle for his lust.

Oh, she had felt more loved, desired, even wanted before. There was nothing like the sweetness of lying curled next to Debbie, soft body to soft body, or sitting in Mark's lap as they did nothing more than kiss and caress. Tenderness yes, love yes, those feelings were not for these times. This was lust. This was a male taking and breeding his female. She understood why Debbie called him her stallion during lovemaking, why she screamed to be bred, because that is what he was doing. When he began to pound into her, clenched in the vise-like grip of his hands, she knew that right then she was not just his wife, she was his bitch being bred, his mare being used to propagate the species. She arched her back allowing, no, demanding that he deposit his seed as deep into her as possible, unconsciously willing his sperm to fertilize her egg, impregnating her.

His full eight inches fully implanted, Mark began to back out, the muscles around the walls of her cunt contracting, gripping, trying to prevent him from leaving her. Back until the head was the only part still left inside, then a quick thrust forward driving into her until his glans banged into her cervix. As he begins the long slow pistoning strokes a moan involuntarily escaped her joining the moans coming from her lover whose cunt she has been so sweetly torturing.

His strokes become slightly quicker, they were now one fluid motion as he plunged in and out, out then in. Her tongue lashed into the sopping slit rasping along drinking the juices flowing from the older woman. Debbie's moans were becoming shrieks, her hands held Kiki's head trying to press that delightful tongue deep into herself. It was a three-way race to see who would cum first, a race that all would win and none would lose.

Having cum twice before that night Mark had an unfair advantage over the other participants. While his desire was high his need to cum was blunted allowing him the pleasure of hammering away at Kiki's super-tight cunt without exploding too quickly. Debbie was the first to go, her orgasm flashing inside her, legs closing up and around Kiki's head. Kiki felt Debbie's orgasm as the cunt tried to clamp down on her tongue and thighs closed to press against the sides of her head. Like a chain reaction this orgasm sparked her own as the feel of the pounding cock was suddenly displaced by the waves of intense pleasure emanating from her groin. Her hands fondling Debbie's ass clenched, fingernails digging into the soft flesh. She was unable to move in her climax. Trapped in a headlock at one end and impaled at the other, the best she could do was hang on and accept the feelings as they burned through her body.

Mark could feel Kiki's orgasm as he could hear Debbie's. The soft, accepting cunt he had been fucking suddenly gripped his cock like a homerun hitter gripping a baseball bat. Her muscles almost vibrated, he shortened his stroke and quickened the pace. He rabbit fucked her, hips blurring as he jabbed in and out. Finally the pressure became too much and he drove in one final time burying himself as deeply as possible before spewing into her grasping orifice.

All three collapsed in a pile of tangled limbs heaving breasts and sweaty bodies. For awhile there was no real effort to disentangle themselves. Kiki rested her cheek on Debbie's thigh, Debbie lightly stroking her young lover's hair. Still firmly implanted Mark held Kiki and rolled to the side where they lay spoon fashion still locked in coitus.

"Well," Debbie said after awhile, "I don't think you two fight fair but I guess I will have to take those classes now."

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Surprisingly Debbie found that she really enjoyed the writing classes she took at night. The students were generally older, some even in their seventies; few were in a degree program and therefore interested in the class for its content and not just as another required credit. The instructors were fairly laid back responding to the maturity and interest of their students. Of course Debbie got hit on like a piece of raw meat in a bear-baiting contest, even one bull-dyke creative writing instructor thought she might like a little private tutoring.

Debbie was flattered by the attention but completely unimpressed. Sex she had, love she had, she already had everything they professed to offer and had no desire to try any stranger. One thing she did love to do was dress a little provocatively. Short skirts, heels, hose, neckline with a little cleavage, makeup and just a hint of perfume. Mark laughingly called her a prick tease and said she look like the poster child for Justifiable Rape. This always got him a big kiss, a little squeezing tease of his own prick and a promise of much more than a tease later. She loved to see the sexual pressure in the classroom start to rise when she sat down and crossed her legs, or gave an oral presentation in front of the class, or for that matter when she just stretched and yawned.

It was a fun game that she hadn't played for many, many years and really couldn't believe she could play now. Until one night she wondered if she had gone too far.

She was walking back to her car after class let out a little after 9:30 when a shape moved on the edge of her vision. SNICK! She turned and saw a grubby little man holding a knife inching toward her, a knife gleaming in his hand.

"Well what do we have here, a pretty lady," he hissed. "Want some company tonight, pretty lady? Sure you do. You just come with me and I promise I won't hurt you. We'll have all kinds of fun, yes we will."

Debbie was terrified, her books dropped to the ground, she tried to think of what she should do, where she could run. He approached, a beam from the parking-lot lights reflecting off the knife. Her mind blanked out; all she could think about was her baby and how she would miss her growing up. Tears began to stream down her cheeks.

Suddenly a large shadow appeared behind her attacker and he became airborne. The shadow moved too quickly for Debbie to follow but as soon as her ex-attacker hit the ground there came a crack that could only be ribs breaking followed shortly by a number of solid thumps leaving no doubt that other parts of his anatomy were no longer naturally connected. The would-be rapist was little more than a heap of dark rags on the ground.

The shadow straightened and turned toward Debbie. Whoever it was was huge! The lighting behind the figure softened his outlines until he looked more like a great grizzly bear than a man. Debbie's heart almost stopped. Could this be even worse than her previous attacker? Fear caught her breath, allowing her only short, shallow gulps of air.

"Are you all right, Ms. Matthews?" the shadow spoke. As he spoke the form moved toward her and into the light of one of the street lamps.

She knew that voice! She knew that face! "Monk is that you?"

"Yes ma'am. Are you okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?" It was Bradley "Monk" Becket, a member of Mark's football team! She didn't remember what position he played; he wasn't one of the starters, but she had met him a few times at various functions. She thought she had seen him in her class but hadn't had a chance to talk to him yet.

"Oh thank god you were here!" She ran over to him hugging him as tightly as she could, the tears welling up on their own. He patted her shoulder lightly and moved her toward her waiting car.

"Everything is fine now, ma'am. Let's just get you home. Here, you get in; I'll drive. Let me get your papers first." He guided her to the passenger side of her car and gently ushered her in, then he closed the car door behind her. She felt like a rag doll. The fear was still with her but the adrenaline high was gone causing her body to shake uncontrollably. Seconds later the driver's door opened and the car sank to the left with the heavy weight sliding behind the wheel. He turned, gently placing her purse and books in her lap.

"Key's, Mrs. Matthews?"

She fumbled in the purse and finally was able to find her key ring. She held the keys out to him with a hand still shaking from nerves. Taking the keys he found the right one, inserted it into the ignition, started the car and put it in gear.

Debbie didn't quite pass out on the way home but it flew by as kind of a dream. Monk was on his cellphone telling someone about what happened. She heard what she thought were a lot of "Yes, sir" and "No, sir" and "I'm bring her in now, sir." The next thing she remembered was being lifted out of the car by two strong arms she knew very well and being carried up to be laid carefully on her bed.

"I think she's in shock, Kiki. Please help her get undressed and I'll be up after I take care of Monk and Eve. It might not be a bad idea to give her one of the Valiums; it'll help her sleep." Soft whispers answered, too low to be heard.

"Well you know what's best. I'll be up in a little bit."

Small soft hands started to undress her. She tried to help but her own hands seemed to get in the way and finally she just laid them beside her and allowed herself to be undressed. When she was naked, the covers were pulled up. Minutes later someone held her head up and pressed two small tablets into her hand.

"Here, take these," said the voice.

It had to be Kiki of course and Debbie smiled. "What are they, baby?"

"Just muscle relaxers. They will help you sleep."

"Okay," she said in a kind of small, sleepy voice. She swallowed the pills and lay back down. The mattress creaked and a warm soft body pressed against her, arms wrapping around her holding her tight. She felt safe and secure and quickly drifted off to sleep.

She woke slowly, warmth pressed against her back. By the position of the legs, the smoothness of the skin and the size of the body she knew it was Kiki. Everything felt good, felt right, felt wonderful. Suddenly she remembered what had happened the night before and she tried to sit upright in the bed. However, as she tried to move the arm draped around her waist tightened forcing her to remain lying down.

"Shhh, stay still," someone whispered as she nuzzled her ear.

"But, last night ... Monk ... the creep..." she wasn't making a lot of sense right then but as she struggled slightly the arm continued to tighten.

"I said hush, just rest. Everything is already taken care of. You're safe now." Ironically there was a little chuckle as Kiki continued, "Fact is you were always safe, even from the creep."

Debbie wasn't sure she understood what she had just heard. "W-What?"

"Mark needs to explain" a small harrumphed came from the direction of her back, "and maybe say he's sorry, too. But he'll be up here soon; we'll talk then. Now you just lie with me."

He's sorry? Debbie wondered what Mark had to be sorry about. That he wasn't there to protect me? For talking me into taking these classes? These certainly weren't his fault. What did he have to be sorry about? Well, whatever ... Right now it felt too good just lying here being held.

She must have dozed for a while because suddenly she was awake and looking into those wonderful blue eyes again. He was lying beside her, his nose inches away from hers.

"How are you doing, baby?" he whispered.

She reached over and placed her hand on his cheek, drawing him to her. She lightly kissed him, lips barely touching. Her body still felt limp, like she had been through an especially strenuous workout. She smiled lazily.

"I'm okay, honey," she whispered back to him. "I was just so scared I would never see any of you again. All I could think of was not being able to watch Eve growing up. Thank god Monk was there. I don't think I really properly thanked him; he was so brave to get involved. We were just so lucky he was there."

"Lucky for us, yes, well..." He lowered his eyes and fumbled for words.

"Mark! You need to tell her." The voice came from behind Debbie's shoulder. Suddenly she was conscious of the slim arm still wrapped around her waist. Debbie took her hand from Mark and placed it on Kiki's, giving it a little squeeze. She looked back at Mark more than just a little puzzled. His face was bright red and he acted for all the world like a small boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. She couldn't remember the last time he looked this way to her. "Tell me what?"

"Well," Mark started, his eyes still not meeting hers. "Monk wasn't there exactly by luck."

"What do you mean not exactly by luck?" Her eyes narrowed sensing something was going on that she might not like.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that Monk was supposed to be there, just in case something like this happened."

"You mean you had someone following me? And just what was he supposed to do? Stop me from flirting with the professors? Tell you who I talked to, who I was with?" She wasn't sure if she was angry or not, but right now she felt it couldn't hurt to sound that way.

She propped her head up on her hand and looked down at him. He wasn't under the covers and was dressed in a light warm-up suit. Levering himself up he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and turned his torso around so he could see her.

"Yes. No. No." He hesitated, "And no, I think." He looked at her imploringly. "Monk was not there to spy on you. You may find this hard to believe but I told him not to report anything or interfere unless you were in trouble." He looked down at his hands. "Look, I remember when those two clowns attacked Kiki." He looked over at his junior wife; she smiled back at him. "And while the results were definitely one of the best things that ever happened to us, I have no intention of letting it happen again." Debbie started to say something but Mark held up his hands, effectively stopping her retort.

"I knew you wouldn't like the idea of a bodyguard; I know I wouldn't. So a couple of guys I know are taking the same classes you are and I kind of asked them to keep an eye on you while you go to and from class. Believe me, if there hadn't been any trouble you wouldn't have ever known they were there." He reached out and grasped her hand. "I'm sorry if you're angry I did this, but I'm not sorry I did. You are too precious to me ― to us ― to lose to some stupid mugging. This town isn't 100 percent safe; no place is, really. I had the means to protect you when I couldn't be there, so I used it." His chin jutted up and his eyes bored into hers, daring her to chastise him.

Debbie smiled and gave up any pretence of being angry.

"Well," she said, "I suppose if you had asked me I would have told you I didn't need an escort, and I would have been wrong. But a couple of things still bother me." Scrunching up her lips she went on, "Monk is a senior in, what, criminal justice, right? What is he doing taking a night course in creative writing? That can't be in his required courses, especially through evening college. So why is he taking that course? Who is paying for it? And are you paying him?"

"Well," Mark looked a bit sheepish again, "no he didn't have to take the course, he's auditing it. Yes, I paid for the class for him and, well, he isn't exactly getting paid to watch you."

"What do you mean he isn't exactly getting paid? Either he is or he isn't. Which is it?"

"Let's just say he was doing it as a kind of audition, something for his résumé." When he saw the blank expression on his mother's face he quickly expounded, "Look, there's an agency in Florida, one that hires, trains and provides bodyguards to some of the best-known celebrities in the world. It's not easy to get an interview with them and even harder to get accepted. This is a dream job for someone like Monk. There are thousands of college athletes that graduate every year and aren't quite good enough for the pros. Does that mean they aren't good athletes? No, just not the very best. Monk is strong, quick, highly trained and smart; believe me I checked on him before he got the assignment. He will never be a pro and he knows it, but a well-trained well-placed bodyguard can earn hundreds of thousands per year, travel all over the world and meet people he could only dream about as an ex-jock. Let's just say his assignment watching over you was a shot at the interview and his performance last night earned him the acceptance for training after he graduates. What he does with it afterward is up to him."

Now Debbie was really puzzled.

"But why would this agency care about how he watched over me? They don't know me and I'm sure they couldn't care less even if they did." There was something missing, something left out. The pieces just didn't fit together quite right.

"Well," Mark said slowly, "they probably care since you're part owner of the agency. I generally make it a rule not to interfere, or at least to interfere as little as possible, but now and then I recommend someone for an interview and even for acceptance. When I do they usually take my advice."

"What do you mean we own part of this agency? When did we do this? How did we do this? What else do we own that I don't know about?" Debbie was aghast. She knew they had some money left over from her former husband's insurance settlement but Mark had been paying the bills and dealing with the banks. Maybe she should have taken a little more active role. Goodness, did they even have any money left?

"When you gave me signature authority, I saw that we had far too much cash; it was just sitting there doing nothing. So I found a few little investments that will help grow our capital." He saw a look of trepidation in her eyes and he grinned as he said, "Before you get all wound up we are better off now than we were then We haven't lost any and in fact are a bit ahead. Now we have some stocks, some bonds, investment properties and partnerships and even a few strange things like this company. I found out about this little security agency with a great reputation going broke, bought in, hired a new business manager and now its doing quite well, thank you. And if every once in a while I send someone to them they are willing to give them a shot, no special favors. I wouldn't want anyone substandard coming from our agency, even as a favor for a friend; it's bad for business. But I am willing to give them the chance to make it or fail on their own. So you see Monk will be given a chance for something he never had a prayer at before." Still looking in her eyes he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it softly. Still holding onto her he said, "I know I got the better part of this deal, but he is very happy about it ... very happy!" He grinned even wider.

"Turns out as a bonus he got to stomp the shit out of what turned out to be a serial rapist. Seems someone saw something in that parking lot last night and called the cops. When they got there, they found this pile of human crap still lying there. He's wanted, very wanted, and as soon as he gets out of the hospital, maybe in six months or so, he'll be going to trial for a number of things including murder. Funny thing is, though, he will probably never walk again, or hold anything like a knife. Seems he hurt himself pretty badly when he slipped and fell. All he seems to remember is seeing a beautiful angel with a golden halo in the parking lot." He released her hand bringing his up to stroke her blond tresses.

Suddenly he jumped out of bed and started walking out of the room. Over his shoulder he said, "I can live with you being mad at me, but I can't live without you. I'm going to get the baby, be back in a sec."

Debbie flopped onto her back and look over at her co-wife who was grinning like a cream-filled cat. "So how long have you know about this?" she demanded.

Wholly unrepentant, Kiki smiled at her and replied, "About three weeks. I suspected something a little before but made him tell me three weeks ago."

"How did you catch him?" Debbie asked wondering.

"Six-foot-four football player decides to audit the same two evening classes I take, I start to wonder. I watched him as I walk home, always follows, not too close, not too far. It didn't take long to figure it out." Then she got a wicked grin on her face. "Fun part was getting Mark to admit it once I caught him."

Debbie scrunched down in the bed and started lightly sucking one of the small brown nipples peeking out from the sheet. Letting loose the tasty morsel for just a moment she asked, "And how did you get our lord and master to fess up?"

Kiki sighed as the older woman began sucking on her firm excitable breasts.

"He's easy," she said. "One day while we were studying together we started playing around. I start to suck him off and just as he about to cum I grab his dick at bottom and squeeze hard and say, 'Not until I get the truth!' For while I think he won't tell me anything, but he knows I know so he say 'Okay, okay, I'll tell you everything. Just please finish me, please!' So I suck him off and after he finish me we talk all about it.

"Ohhh, yes that feels good!" The large suckling attached to her breast was starting to get to her. Her breasts were on fire and her pussy began to get wet and leak a little. One hand moved down and cupped a large mammary of her senior wife. Then she began to pinch and pull the large brown nipple that promptly started leaking milk.

Debbie raked her fingernails down the light brown abdomen ending by running her fingers through the soft downy pubic hair beneath. She sucked harder trying in vain to get the smaller firm protuberance to relinquish a supply of milk it did not yet have. Fingers gently parted coral colored lips feeling the hot wetness underneath, searching throughout the by now profoundly wet slit for the little nub that would drive her lover crazy.

Responding with like heat Kiki began to twist and pull the milk-engorged nipple spraying the watery fluid over both their bodies. Kiki's legs spread of their own volition allowing greater access to the probing fingers. Debbie began to savagely attack the young woman's clit rubbing then pinching then back to rubbing until Kiki was little more than a quivering lump unable to wreak the havoc she had planned.

Unaware of the activity taking place in the bedroom Mark walked in with a bundle of very squirmy child in his arms. When she saw her mommies in the bed, she screamed and reached for them squirming even more wildly. When he saw what was going on, he started to leave, something not well accepted by the little princess in his arms.

"Sorry," he said, "we'll be back a little later." Turning he started to leave the room when their "perfect child" decided she wanted her mommies and breakfast; daddy wasn't going to do right then and she proceeded to tell the world. Debbie was quite willing to let her wait but Kiki wasn't.

"Wait," she called after Mark. "Bring her back here." She closed her legs and gently pulled Debbie's hand away from her cunt. Reluctantly? sure; slowly? you bet, but away nonetheless. Looking over at Debbie she said, "She needs you now. I can wait."

Looking at her obviously frustrated partner Debbie whispered, "Are you sure? She can wait, you know." Kiki shook her head and gestured toward the now happy child being carried to the bed. Stretching her arms out Debbie received the baby and nestled her up to one teat where the babe immediately latched on and started suckling. Having taken the baby she looked up at Mark and gestured toward her co-wife with her chin and eyes.

"I think I can take care of this. Maybe you can help someone else out with a little problem." He looked over at the younger woman who was curled up, eyes scrunched shut, trembling with the need for release.

Grinning back at Debbie he said with a fake Texas drawl, "Well ma'am I'll see what I can do, always happy to oblige the ladies when I can ya know." Having said that he walked around and kneeled next to the bed. He reached out and caressed the naked woman, letting his hands slowly drift up and down her prone form. She shivered and her eyes opened slightly, a small smile played on her lips when she saw him.

He continued to lightly touch her from shoulder down to toes, feather-light fingers working their way up and down her side. Over the buttocks, down the outer thigh, around the back and up to the neck. Soon she rolled onto her back legs spreading apart, the scent of highly aroused woman becoming very, very noticeable. Lifting a leg he moved it over his head and draped it on his shoulder moving her body around until he was kneeling between her legs. After placing her other leg on his opposite shoulder he began to kiss and lick her inner thigh moving slowly from the inside of the knee down to just below the dark down of her pubic hair.

First one thigh then the other. Up one side and down the other. Each time he closed in on her fiery portal her breathing began to come in short panting breaths, her hands cradled his head and her fingers combed through his hair. She moaned through gritted teeth eyes scrunched shut her hips making little thrusting motions into his face. Finally, after one of its innumerable trips down the inside of her creamy smooth thigh his tongue flicked out and lightly caressed her wetly glistening labia sending a shock throughout her entire body. Debbie's teasing and play had placed her on a razor's edge; Mark's talented tongue honed that edge until you could almost hear her nerves hum with anticipation. As soon as his tongue touched her delicate pink lips electricity seemed to leap from it burning the delicate membranes as it explored her slit from top to bottom.

Body trembling she licked her lips; this sensation wasn't quite an orgasm just one long, continuous feeling. Her nerves were firing, sending this information to her brain but her brain wasn't quite sure how to interpret it yet, so it sent random instructions back to her muscles letting them quiver and twitch as the feeling coursed through her body. Finally his tongue abandoned her outer lips and gently pushed inward parting the fleshy petals like a hot knife through butter.

When the fleshy invader found her tiny nub and began to flick its tip over and around it, the reaction was immense and immediate. The orgasm that hit her left no doubt as to its origin or nature. The pleasure was so intense as to be almost painful. She could feel every muscle in her body contract, her back arched hands pushing with all their might trying to force his face deep into her body. Legs clamped together holding his head in a velvet vise from which there was no escape.

His tongue continued to torture her clit rubbing and caressing the little bundle of nerves. Her orgasm continued on and on as he continued his oral ministrations. A scream tore from her throat startling the nursing child only a few feet away from her. As the scream removed air from her lungs her contracting chest muscles wouldn't allow her to take another breath; her lungs began to burn until she relaxed her legs and pushed his head away from her as hard as she could. Caught off balance he rocked backwards and landed flat on his back looking up at the ceiling.

The offending implement of wonderful torture removed, her orgasm subsided allowing her muscles to relax and air to reenter her lungs. Lying there gasping for breath, sweat pouring down her body, her eyes slightly glazed over as her body tried to return to normal after that intensely sensual assault. Her muscles felt like rubber as she lay there barely able to move.

From his position on the floor Mark could hear her labored breathing and he wondered if he had unwittingly done something to hurt her. He rolled over and pulled himself up by the edge of the bed. He got up to his feet and leaned over her a hand cautiously touching a cheek moving her head so he could see her eyes. They seemed to be slightly unfocused, not really seeing anything. He wasn't sure if this was bad or just an aftermath of what was obviously extreme physical exertion.

Suddenly her eyes focused on his face and her hands lashed out grabbing him by the ears. Brutally she dragged him down to her and mashed her lips to his, her tongue delving deep into his mouth. Surprised but realizing this was probably not the reaction of someone who was hurt or angry, he kissed her back with passion if not the same forcefulness. Her need for air necessitated her releasing him from their lip lock. Relaxing her hold on his ears she began to run her fingers through his hair staring at his face as she gulped for air.

"Wow, now that looked like fun!"

Both Kiki and Mark looked over to a wide-eyed Debbie cradling a semi-conscious baby in her arms. "I thought you might be dying there for a minute, but what a way to go!"

Kiki smiled weakly at the older woman before turning her attention back to the man hovering above her. Her arms flopped on the bed over her head, her body seemingly unable to function at the moment.

Mark bent down and gently kissed her forehead before standing up. "Well I sure hope that takes care of your problem, ma'am," touching two fingers to the brim of an imaginary hat in salute. "We guarantee satisfaction so if you ain't satisfied just give us a call and we come back until you are." He stretched and continued, "But right now I have to get to class and need to wash this pussy juice off before I go. I don't want to share this particular perfume with anybody!" He walked around the bed and kissed the baby and Debbie, blew another one to Kiki who barely give him a little wave of her fingers, and left the room.

Debbie rolled over toward Kiki letting the baby slide down to the bed between them fast asleep. After two attempts Kiki also rolled over so the baby was sandwiched between the two naked women.

"Was that really as good as it looked?" Debbie whispered looking her partner in the eyes. Kiki's smile was that of a cat having eaten the pet canary and knowing she would get away with it. She nodded her head, yes, the smile glued to her face. Closing her eyes, she softly caressed the baby as she drifted off to sleep.

Edited by Morgan



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Chapter 11



The saying goes, "Time flies when you're having fun". Debbie always thought it was a silly saying but before she realized it, two years had come and gone. Football seasons flashed by in a stream of broken records, television interviews and even an article in Sports Illustrated. Classes came and went. Kiki graduated with honors and started graduate classes since she wanted to wait for Mark to graduate before looking for employment and that was at least another year away. Debbie still took classes and never once regretted the looming hulk of the escort assigned to her for that particular evening. Eve got bigger and bigger, cuter and cuter, and began to look like a little copy of her mother.

Mark was in his senior year, his last football season. There was talk of Heisman Trophy and the very real possibility of a pro career, even a first-round draft choice. Classes would be easy; they always were. Their investments continued to grow adequate to their needs, which were fairly simple; after all, when you spend most of your time in bed you don't need a lot of money.

Life was good, very good.

Humming to himself, Mark brought the razor up and under his chin taking a big swipe at his morning beard. In the bedroom he could hear someone stirring.

Suddenly he felt like he had been tackled from behind as his face smacked the mirror. Looking sideways he saw Debbie kneeling in front of the toilet retching, her face a picture of nausea and pain. Dropping his razor in the sink he moved behind her gently holding her hair away from her face.

"Debbie? Honey? Are you all right? Do we need to get you a doctor?" He tried to think if something was going around. Usually if one of them caught something it came through the baby first, but he couldn't remember her being sick lately.

Debbie lifted her head, her face very pale and waxy. "Oh Mark, oh God I didn't think this could happen again. Oh baby, I'm so sorry!" Her eyes were filled with tears. He knelt down and hugged her.

"What do you mean you're sorry? For getting sick? Good lord, woman what are you babbling about?"

She turned in his arms and looked him in the eyes. "I've felt this way only twice in my life Mark, I know what it means. I'm pregnant! I just know it!" The tears started rolling down her cheek.

Mark looked a bit puzzled for a minute then it hit him and his face lit up and he hugged her as hard as her could. "Oh my God that's wonderful! Oh baby that it terrific! I can't wait to tell Kiki!"

"You're not angry?" Debbie sniffed. "You don't think it ridiculous that this old broad is knocked up again? You really don't mind?"

"You silly bimbo," Mark whispered in her ear, "I thought we went through this already. This is the best news I could ever have."

Behind them came the sound of running feet. Kiki burst into the bathroom hair streaming and a wild look in her eyes. Seeing the two of them kneeling on the floor in front of the toilet she stopped abruptly next to them wavering slightly as she stood. Suddenly she doubled over, vomit spewed from her mouth covering the two on the floor causing Debbie to begin retching into the john again. The slight woman straightened up slightly, her face as pale as Mark had ever seen it. In a very small shaky voice she said, "Debbie, I don't feel so good."

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The trip to the doctor only confirmed what they already knew: both were pregnant. Each was approximately four weeks along and they were given the same tentative delivery date. Mark was almost unbearable, a cross between a strutting bull and hyper-attentive mate. While the attention was wonderful to a point, Debbie was somewhat relieved when football conditioning and practice ate up most of his time. The two women were perfectly capable of doing what needed to be done. Even the morning sickness was less a problem than an irritation: after all they got up, threw up a couple of times and that was that; no problem for the rest of the day.

Soon Debbie came to the conclusion that every woman should have a fellow preggie to see her through what can be very trying times. She never had that kind of support before. When pregnant with Mark she was an eighteen-year-old newlywed, with no friends, no family. With Eve she had shunned any potential friendships, first because she was far too wrapped up in her relationship with Mark and secondly to avoid any potentially embarrassing questions concerning the father.

Now she had a partner to share the experiences with, someone to whom this was a new and exciting journey. Given their close conception dates, she was somehow sure he had nailed them both on the same night; their bodies experienced their changes at about the same time. Being her third, Debbie understood and anticipated these normal developments; to Kiki everything was new and exciting. The rush of hormones, the spread of the hips, breasts becoming tender and very sensitive, being alternately exhausted and energized, and yes even horny. Debbie was able to feel everything twice; it felt both frighteningly new and yet familiar at the same time.

For Kiki having Debbie there with her was a true godsend. Naturally at first she was consumed with worry. Was the baby all right? What if she hurt it? What could she drink, eat, wear? Every new sensation, every change she went through was mirrored in her partner. She could talk about it and know she was understood. Mark tried, she admitted. She loved the way he fawned over them. If he treated them like they were diamonds before now they were spun glass. He alternated between strutting like a proud bull around his pregnant harem and a fussy mother hen trying to do everything he could for them, hardly allowing them to move let alone do anything around the house. Finally in a pique of hormone-induced rage she chased him out of the kitchen with a serving spoon threatening to put knots on his head if he kept bothering her.

"Our husband," she fumed to Debbie one morning over tea, "is becoming a pain in the ass."

"Yes," Debbie chuckled back, "but such a delightful pain it is."

"True," Kiki harrumphed, "I didn't see that it was bothering you much last night." Sighing she blew on her tea and took a small sip. "I always dreamed of what it would be like to be treated like a princess but this is ridiculous! I'm not even showing yet and he treats me like I'm an invalid!"

"He does try too hard," Debbie agreed. "But his heart is in the right place. The spoon was a good idea, though; I used to use a rolled up newspaper." Kiki giggled at that.

"Seriously though," she continued, "we won't become uncomfortable for another five or six months but by then nether one of us will want to be doing the work around here. It was so wonderful having you here for Eve; I can't even imagine not having some help around the house. We have the money. Our husband may be a pain in the ass sometimes but that little shit sure knows how to invest. We have more money now than when we moved here! Maybe if we tell him we intend to hire some help we can get him calmed down a bit. Right or wrong, he worries about us all the time."

"I know," the younger woman sighed. "It's the only thing that keeps me from really giving him a good smack." Looking up she said, "Did you have anyone in mind?"

"No, not really. I thought we would just put out feelers like we did with you. Not that I'm looking for another wife!" Debbie laughed reaching out her hand to grasp her lovers.

"I should hope not!" Kiki giggled. "Just what he needs, another woman! Why I think sometimes the two of us are going to kill him! Not that I hear him complain too much!" They both laughed at that.

Looking a little more serious Kiki continued. "But I think we must be very careful. Our strutting stallion is becoming very famous I think, and with that comes dangers from the sick people out there. Also we need someone who will be very, umm, discreet. I have seen what can happen to famous persons who become involved in these sex scandals, and you must admit our lovely stud could certainly qualify for one of those."

The possibility of exposure had always been one of Debbie's greatest fears. As his prowess on the gridiron increased year after year so did the notoriety. Star status could be a burden as well as a blessing. As records for yards receiving were shattered, national attention was inevitable. So far the university had adopted a "Don't ask, don't tell" attitude. Some may have suspected their novel living arrangement but as long as Mark and the girls kept their actions discreet there had never been any questions asked. Mark deftly avoided any mention of his private life and so far even the normally nosey national media hadn't taken any undue notice. Debbie sometimes felt cheated that she couldn't lie down on a blanket and smooch with her lover in one of the campus parks like any other couple but the fear of exposure was too great. They weren't a normal couple and nothing could change that.

"God, I really fucked up by getting pregnant again, didn't I?" she moaned.

"Bullshit," Kiki fumed. "It's none of their damn business and we'll get through it just fine. We just need to be careful, that's all."

Squirming around a bit she continued, "Besides I think I know someone who can help us. I can guarantee not only will she be a great help to us but she would be absolutely discreet."

"Who is this wonderful person?" Debbie quizzed. "Do I know her? I can't think of anybody like that right off the bat. Most of the coeds around here would either do nothing but try to get in Mark's pants or turn us in to the tabloids."

"My sister."

"Your sister?"

"Yes," Kiki said firmly. "You know that after she had me, my mother married and had other children. One was my sister Niko. She's eighteen now and has been trying to come to the U.S. to study. My mother's husband said he couldn't afford it but he had no trouble sending my half brother. Now he says he can't send her to university at all. Of all the people I know, I would trust her absolutely!"

"But it's been how long since you've seen her? Five, six years?"

"True, but we have kept in touch. I write, she writes, I call. We were very close when I lived with them even though she is five years younger. We always got along very well, if for no other reason than we both hate her father!"

"But do you think she would want to come?" Debbie hesitated slightly. "I mean would she be comfortable being ... well, for lack of a better term, your maid?"

Kiki giggled slightly pressing her fingers against her lips. "Oh, I know she wants to come. Every time I talk to her she begs me to let her come visit. I think she plans to visit and then never go back! As for being my maid ... Well, it's not too different from what she does at home and do you think she wouldn't want to help her sister? Especially since I'm carrying her future niece or nephew? Believe me she would kill for the chance."

Debbie slogged on not wanting to concede the point right away. "Well then what about Mark and me? The three of us, for that matter. What will she think about our arrangement? You know, three in a bed? Some help would be nice, but I'll be dammed if I'm going to sleep alone just to get it!"

"Five in a bed you mean," patting her still flat stomach. "I don't know, but I do know even if she didn't understand or approve we could trust her to be quiet about it. I would trust her with my life!"

Giving up, Debbie raised her hands in surrender. "She sounds perfect. We'll talk to Mark and see about getting her over here. Just for my own curiosity why haven't you had her over here for a visit already?"

"She wasn't an adult yet," Kiki said. "Her father wouldn't let her come and until I finish and get a real job I couldn't afford the plane ticket."

"You ninny!" Debbie exclaimed. "Just ask Mark for the money, or better yet just put it on your credit card. It'll get paid with all the other bills!"

"But it's so much! I couldn't do that!"

"Oh come on now, you're his wife! Everything that's ours is yours; you should know that by now! If anything, I'm the one hanging on here by charity." Debbie's eyes misted for just a moment before she shook her head. Can't change the world, girl,  she thought to herself.

Kiki saw the momentary pain in her lover's eyes and reaching across the table clenched Debbie's hands in hers.

"I wish we could all be married, really married!"

"I know baby. I do too, but that just isn't possible." Disentangling herself Debbie stood up. "I guess I'd better get this place cleaned up. Maybe we'll make a special dinner tonight, a nice romantic one, you know seduce our man, get him all hot and bothered and then talk to him about your sister."

"Do you think he will have a problem with her coming here?" The anxiety was evident in the younger woman's voice.

"Honey," Debbie chuckled, "you bat those beautiful eyes at him and wiggle that cute ass and he won't even hear the question. He'll be saying yes before you can say 'Can we... '"

"Hmm, he's not what you would call a hard sell, is he?" Standing up Kiki stepped over and wrapped her arms around the buxom blonde's waist pulling her tight until their breasts smashed together and their lips met in a twirl of tongues.

Pulling back to catch their breaths Debbie smirked. "No, he's not a hard sell, but you could sell him anything when he's hard. Come to think of it I'd have a bit of a problem saying no myself."

"Well then," the younger woman said, "if you can't say no then maybe we should do something about it!" Moving her arms from around Debbie's waist down to cup her ass she gave a none-too-gentle squeeze and pulled tight forcing their groins together. "Besides it's you that has control of him. You spread the cheeks of this beautiful ass and I don't think he even remembers to breathe! He's so in love with you if you asked him to jump off a tall building he'd only ask which one! And tell the truth if you asked me, I'd be right there behind him!"

"Oh you sweet talking liar!" Debbie grinned as she let her own hands roam over Kiki's back and buttocks. "Why I do declare you must think if you whisper sweet nothings in my ear that you can have your dastardly way with me, and by God you would be right! You up for a little morning shower, honey?"

"Only if we can be dirty getting clean," Kiki smirked.

"Oh I think that can be arranged! Let me grab the baby monitor, Eve's taking a little nap. I'll meet you downstairs in the shower!"

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Kiki was already naked and wet with her back to the door as Debbie strode into the shower stall. She could hardly stop herself from running over to the other woman. Instead she walked softly and wrapped her arms around Kiki's chest, drawing her tightly against Debbie's body, her hands gently cupping the smaller but very firm breasts. Fingers began tweaking and rubbing nipples as Kiki's ass began to gyrate back against her pubic mound causing ripples of pleasure to emanate from her moistening cunt. Reaching over she retrieved a dollop of scented body wash from the dispenser on the wall and began to gently rub it over her lover's body.

Kiki also got a handful and turning inside Debbie's embrace began to wash her friend's body, paying particular attention to the slightly sagging breasts and pubic mound. Retrieving more body wash Debbie turned the younger woman and began to wash her back. Hands glided over pale olive skin down to the still wasp-thin waist and over the gentle swell of ultra-feminine hips and into the crack between the cheeks where a finger lightly probed the anus before gently pushing in to bury itself up to the second knuckle. Moaning softly Kiki spread her legs apart and leaned forward, both hands against the stall wall thrusting her back onto the impaling digit.

Keeping her finger firmly implanted in the younger woman's ass, Debbie dropped to her knees, the incredible pale globes of Kiki's buttocks now only inches from her face. Slowly she finger fucked the tiny puckered orifice as her other hand mauled one silky smooth cheek, pulling it sideways to expose the impaled hole. Debbie heard her friend moan and felt her spread her legs even farther apart thrusting her bottom up even farther until she stood on the balls of her feet, knees bent, allowing her lover full access.

The warm water cascading down on them both added a sense of surreal, almost dreamlike quality to the action. Withdrawing her finger Debbie heard Kiki's moans of pleasure turn to a whimper of dismay. Quickly, using both hands now, Debbie spread the cheeks as wide as possible and leaning forward allowed her tongue to softly glide up and down the crease, flicking tentatively around and over the small puckered hole, sometimes dipping down to tease the puffy lips of Kiki's cunt. Both women were careful to shave all pubic hair from their crotch except for one small tuff of hair just above the vagina leaving their sex fully exposed and baby smooth.

Kiki's whimper had returned to a moan interspersed with sharp expletives urging her lover on. Body shaking with exertion and excitement, she slowly lowered herself until her feet were flat on the tile floor while leaning forward even farther giving that wonderful tongue full and unfettered access to work its magic.

"Yes! Oh yes! Eat me love, please eat me!" she groaned as Debbie continued to tease the outside of her sensitive anus. Suddenly Debbie spread the butt cheeks even farther apart and pushed her face into the beckoning valley. Extending her tongue like a miniature penis she drove it as deep into her lover's ass as she could. Kiki's reaction was instantaneous. Debbie could almost feel her friend's orgasm as her body shuddered and the tiny ring of muscle clamped down on her tongue threatening to trap it inside.

Kiki had felt this once before when Mark reamed her but this time the feeling was much more intense. The orgasm ripped through her body turning her muscles to jelly; she could just barely remain standing. As her shuddering subsided, she felt the probing tongue withdraw. Turning, she bent down and lifted Debbie to her feet and immediately clamped her lips to the older woman's, thrusting her own tongue into Debbie's mouth, sucking the sweet juices from her lovers oral cavity. Breaking their embrace Kiki turned and shut off the water, grabbed Debbie's hand and dragged her out of the shower into the changing room where she proceeded to dry her lover's body with the towels always left there.

Debbie stood meekly and accepted the gentle ministrations of her lover. The room was warm but the evaporating water left a slight chill making her nipples tight and pointed, more so than from just the sexual stimulation. Seeing her normally submissive co-wife take charge as she quickly ran the towel over her damp body excited her.

The smaller woman was now the dominant and this change caused a shiver unrelated to temperature to run through Debbie's body. She suddenly realized that this was how she really saw herself: the submissive female being used for others' sexual gratification. As much as she enjoyed the gentle, loving sex she had with Mark and Kiki it was the times he thoroughly dominated her that really turned her on. The times she was face down on the bed, her rear high up in the air as he pounded into her cunt or ass, less making love that using her for his sexual gratification, breeding her, fucking her, that she felt truly in her place in the universe. Now that it was her diminutive co-wife that was leading her, showing her where to go, what to do, she shivered with anticipation.

Kiki finished with her drying and after swiping the excess water off her own body threw the towel at the hamper. Grabbing Debbie's hand again she pulled the silent woman into the massage room and practically threw her onto the table. Kiki's face was a mask of pure lust and desire. Normally she wasn't a particularly forceful or aggressive person but right then the focus of her entire being was to get her lips and tongue into her lover's body. At her silent direction Debbie lay on her back on the table, her legs naturally opening allowing her mistress full access to her body.

Climbing up between Debbie's legs Kiki grabbed behind the knees and thrust them up and forward until they were pressing against Debbie's breasts. Leaning down Kiki captured a nipple in her mouth and began to vigorously chew, biting with her teeth hard enough to leave small marks in the raised nipple and areole. The slight amount of pain went through Debbie like an electric charge. Her already wet pussy was flooding with juice and her body shuddered with desire. Reaching out Kiki caught a hand and placed it behind the knee, a none too subtle hint that Debbie immediately understood. Grabbing her legs she pulled even harder until her cunt and asshole were fully exposed, available for use.

Her hands free, Kiki quickly moved down her partner's body where she began to lap the copious juices flowing from Debbie's cunt. When the initial surge had been lapped up she began to enthusiastically attack the cunt with both tongue and teeth causing Debbie to moan and squeal with pain and pleasure. Sucking the clit into her mouth Kiki began to nibble at the small fleshy knob as the blonde shook and shuddered beneath her. Sensing the onset of an orgasm, Kiki suddenly stopped and lifted her head grinning evilly at the whimpering woman. Gritting her teeth Debbie tried to thrust her groin up, trying by sheer will to draw those torturing lips back to her seat of pleasure.

But Kiki had other ideas. Extending her tongue she began to lightly lap at the area surrounding the small puckered anus. It tasted slightly of soap and musk, a delightful combination the girl had never experienced before. Debbie was burning for release. As often as she had been thoroughly fucked in the ass by Mark he had never reamed her with his tongue. With great deliberation Kiki finally placed the tip of her tongue at the center of the little star and began to press inward. As the tiny fleshy member pushed past the protective ring of muscle Debbie's orgasm flashed through her body causing her to violently shake and tremble. In and out the young woman thrust her tongue, using her tongue like a small cock fucking her lover's ass, each penetration causing its own small flash of pure pleasure. Finally it became too much and briefly Debbie blacked out. When she came to Kiki had crawled up and was lying on top her face nestled in the crook of Debbie's neck.

With arms that seemed to have been drained of any strength Debbie enfolded them around the slight soft body, its weight a wonderful comfort as it pressed her into the table. Turning her head slightly she could see that Kiki's eyes were closed and her breathing softly regular. Stretching her neck she began to lightly kiss the side of her lover's mouth until Kiki's eyes cracked open and a slow smile came to the lips.

"Let's go up to bed, lover," Debbie said softly. "I think we need a nap." Fuck housework,  she thought as the two disentangled themselves and hand in hand made their way upstairs.

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True to Debbie's prediction Mark offered no resistance to Kiki's request to bring her sister over from Japan to stay with them. The fact that he had just been fucked and sucked into a virtual stupor by two beautiful women may have had something to do with it but even without that extra incentive it was highly unlikely that the love-smitten man would have been able to refuse either of his pregnant fillies anything if they had asked.

"Have our lawyer take care of the paperwork. Eliminates any potential for problems," was his only comment. Later as they cuddled on the couch he confided to Debbie that he had some reservations about bringing a stranger into their home, not just to help them out but to live with them.

"She's only a stranger to us baby," she said as she sat in his lap nuzzling his neck. "Niko is Kiki's sister and she trusts her completely. The least we can do for Kiki is trust her."

"I do honey, I do," sighed Mark. "I'd just hate to have to, um, modify our living arrangements because someone else is living with us."

"Why you selfish little prick," she giggled as she bit his ear. "All you care about is getting enough food for two men and enough sex for four!"

"I am not a selfish little prick!" he said, trying to sound hurt. "I have it on the best authority that I am a selfish big prick! And I do not need enough sex for four; enough for three is quite sufficient, as long as it's three really horny guys!"

"Yes, you are a nice big prick," she cooed wiggling her bottom into his groin. "And both your wives intend to keep this bad boy fully occupied no matter who is living here with us."

"Well that's good to know." Craning his neck he looked down at her. "But just to let you know I want the three of us sleeping in that bed upstairs. I don't care if the President of the United States is staying with us, nobody is going to change that!"

"Yes dear," she said kissing him lightly and then snuggling down even further into his embrace. "I do love you so much."

"And I love you too, Wench."

"Yes M'lord..."

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Two months later the two women and one stroller-bound toddler were standing in the airport lounge waiting for the last passengers to disembark from the Japan Air flight. Debbie immediately recognized the girl exiting the Customs/Immigration area. Even if she hadn't seen her photograph, it would have been pretty obvious. Whereas Kiki's features were softened by her Eurasian heritage Niko was pure oriental. Long almost blue-black hair cascaded off her shoulder coming down to the middle of her back, delicate facial features with classic Asian eye folds, and short, certainly no taller than 5 foot 1." She was slim with almost no bust and long bare legs sticking out from under her pleated skirt. If looks alone didn't confirm her suspicions, then the reaction of Kiki and this young woman when they finally saw each other did. Both squealed and literally ran into each other's arms; it was surprising that the force of their meeting didn't knock them both to the ground.

It took a few minutes but eventually Kiki broke the clinch and with her arm still tightly entrenched around her sister's waist led the younger woman over to the waiting Debbie.

"Deborah, this is my sister Niko," Kiki said with evident pride. "Niko, this is Deborah Matthews, my husband's mother."

Bowing as deeply as she could while still constrained by her sister's arm, Niko said very simply, "Mrs. Matthews it is a great honor to meet you. My sister has told me of your generosity and assistance in allowing me to visit you. I am deeply in your debt."

Reaching out Debbie took one of Niko's hands and held it with both of hers.

"My name is Debbie, Niko and if you truly feel you are in our debt then I must insist that is what you call me. Besides, we are overjoyed that you could come and help us out, although whether this is just a visit or something more we'll have to discuss later. I'm sorry Mark couldn't be here to meet you. He wanted to but unfortunately he had both a class and practice this afternoon. But that is just as well; it gives us girls a bit of time alone before the big lummox gets back and stirs up trouble. Shall we find your luggage and head home?"

"Of course, Mrs. Matthews..." stopping herself as she saw Debbie wagging a finger at her, "Ah, Debbie. Oh my, who is this beautiful little girl?" Eve had evidently had enough of not being the center of the universe and was squalling and reaching for whomever she could get her hands on, even this new playmate who looked a lot like Momma Kiki.

"This is Eve and we will have all the time in the world to get to know each other later but we have to get your things now and if we let this little hellion lose now we'll never get her back in the stroller."

"But whose is she?" asked Niko with a puzzled look.

"She's Debbie's daughter," chimed in Kiki. "Remember the reason I came to stay with Mark and Debbie was because Debbie needed help with the baby. I know I wrote to you about it long ago."

"Oh, yes, but where is Mr. Matthews, I mean your Mr. Matthews, not Kiki's Mr. Matthews?"

"Well," said Debbie. "There are a few things we need to talk about, but let's do that at home."

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The look on the young woman's face was not exactly horror, but it was certainly shock.

"I do not understand!" Niko gasped looking at her sister. "Your husband is the father of his mother's baby? And is the father of your baby now?"

"Oh yes," Kiki stated calmly a little smile hinting at the corners of her mouth. "And of Debbie's next baby too. You see we are both pregnant!"

"And you approve of this?!"

"Oh very much, yes!"

"But this is so wrong!"

"No, Niko, not wrong. Unusual, yes, but not wrong. I have never felt something to be so right in my life. I share my life with two people who love me and whom I love more that life itself. I know this is difficult for you and seems very strange but I hope you will try to understand. This is who I am now. This is who I will remain. I have a husband and a co-wife."

"I don't know..." Niko turned and bowed her head.

"We hope you will come to accept us for what we are Niko," Debbie interjected. "But we will understand if you don't. All we ask is that what you have learned about us stays private. Kiki said she would trust you with her life and I would like to think I could also. If this became public it would be very bad for all of us. But if how we live bothers you to the extent you can't tolerate being with us we will find you another place to live."

"And then what? I will be sent back to Japan? I have very little choice here do I?"

"Nobody will send you anywhere you don't want to go, Niko." Debbie reached out and cupped Niko's chin bringing her face around so they could see each other's eyes. "If you can't stay with us it will hurt your sister but you will still be welcome to remain here is the States. If you want, we can have your visa changed and you can enroll here in the university. You can be a full-time student and we will find someone else to help us."

"But I can't afford to go to school..."

"That's not a problem, Niko." Releasing her chin Debbie lightly brushed the young woman's hair out of her eyes. "You're family now, even if you don't want to be. You are my wife's sister. The school will be taken care of regardless of your decision."

Niko pushed the chair out and stood up. "I, I need to think ... May I have a little time?"

"You may take all the time you need, Niko."

Niko turned and started for the kitchen door. As she did, Kiki called after her. "Niko." She stopped and turned back towards them. "You are my sister, now and always. No matter your decision I want you to know that I will always love you." Niko shook her head and fled toward the back bedroom.

"I'm not sure that went very well," mused Debbie as the two women looked after the departed girl.

"Ah, it went very well, I think," Kiki said as she slurped her tea.

"Do you really think so?" Debbie looked skeptical.

"Oh yes, "Kiki murmured. "My sister was very surprised and ... embarrassed, but she will decide to stay, I am sure."

"Well if you say so."

Niko stayed in her room for the rest of the afternoon, not even coming out for dinner. When he got home Mark was filled in on the results of the not-so-happy reunion and was told two things: One, not to worry; and two, stay out of it! Although his life experience wasn't that extensive it was enough for him to understand that when it came to trouble between women and family matters it was best for men to stay the hell away and let them sort it out for themselves. Since this problem was both, he fully intended to stay as far away as humanly possible.

Say what you will about good intentions, reality doesn't always allow good sense to rule the day. That evening Mark was studying in the living room on the couch when he heard a sound behind him. Turning, he looked behind and saw a strange girl standing in the doorway.

"Hello! You must be Niko."

"You must be Mark."

"Guilty," he said grinning. "Well I'm sure I'm going to get in trouble for this but would you like to come in and sit down?" Standing he gestured toward a chair opposite the couch.

"Yes, thank you." She sat down but remained stiff and upright, almost as if she wanted to be as uncomfortable as possible. Sitting himself back down on the couch Mark casually crossed his legs and smiled as the teen looked at him with an almost expressionless face.

Inscrutable,  he thought. The inscrutable oriental.

"Well, did you find them yet?" he said finally breaking the silence.

"Excuse please?" she said looking somewhat taken aback. "Find them? Find what?"

"My horns, of course." When she just looked puzzled he continued, "You know horns ... All devils have horns, don't they." Sticking his fingers up to his temples he simulated a pair of horns coming out of his forehead.

Suddenly a knowing look came over her face and she began to laugh. Embarrassed she covered her mouth with her hand but still giggled.

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to stare. How rude of me."

"Well I'm sure what you heard today came as a bit of a shock to say the least. It's not every day you hear your sister's husband sleeps not only with her but with his mother, and has two children by her."

"I just seems so strange, so ... unnatural."

"I'm sure it does. All I can tell you is it feels like the most natural thing in the world to me and it seems to be the same for Kiki and Debbie."

"But how do you ... I mean where do you ... When can you... ?"

"Ah well, down to the nitty-gritty. I don't know if I should be the one answering these questions or if they should. Again I will probably get in trouble for this but let me try to answer what questions you have, those that I can anyway. If it deals with feelings or beliefs then you will have to ask that person directly ― I can answer only for myself. So let's try some short, easy questions first. By the way you speak English beautifully, better than Kiki did when we first met."

"Thank you. I have studied it for about ten years now. It was my dream to major in English at one of your universities here. Kiki has told me you were studying Japanese."

"Studying it, yes. Unfortunately Kiki tells me I still sound like a Korean pig pretending to speak Japanese. I don't seem to have the knack for languages. I can understand quite a bit but have a difficult time making myself understood. But anyway what is your first question?"

"Why two women?"

"Because I love them and they love me."

"Where do you sleep?"

"In our bed. The three of us share one bed."

"So you don't have one one night and the other another night?"

"No. Let me try to make this clear: it isn't me having one or the other it's us having each other. I know with two women and one man it might seem like it's both of them servicing me but that isn't the way it is at all. If anything, I'm the one servicing them, which works out pretty well come to think of it."

"They don't mind being in bed together with you?"

"Hmm ... Again you'll have to ask them about what exactly they are feeling ... Let me ask you this: What has Kiki told you about her relationship with Debbie?"

"That they love each other. They call each other co-wives, or just wives."

"Would it shock you to know they were also lovers?"

"Kiki had not told me that," Niko looked thoughtful, "but I am not surprised. In fact it was very much a surprise when we heard that she married; Kiki has never before seemed to look for ... companionship ... from men."

"I can understand that," Mark replied. "She was terrified of men when she met us. If you don't know why, then the reason for that you will have to discuss with her. Anyway, she and Debbie were lovers long before she and I were. In fact we didn't become lovers until just before we were married, as quaint as that sounds."

"So you didn't love her until after you were married? Then why did you get married in the first place?"

"Oh, I loved her, make no mistake about that. You could say we were forced to get married, and no it wasn't because she was pregnant. It was because she was going to be deported and marrying a US citizen allowed her to stay. By that time it would have destroyed all of us to be separated. I loved her and needed her but sex wasn't part of that need. After we made the decision I like to think she came to trust me and desired that intimate connection, but you will have to ask her about it. The decision was hers and hers alone. Now the sex is truly a three-way deal: I have it with both of them and they have it with each other."

"This is still very strange," Niko was quite for a moment. "If I were to stay, would you expect to have sex with me?"

"Absolutely not!" Mark chuckled. "For one I am already married and for another they would kill me!"

"Then why would you allow me to stay?"

"It's not a matter of whether I allow you to stay; it's whether I can convince you to stay. Debbie and Kiki want you here; that's good enough for me. Look, Kiki misses you, misses her other family, at least her sisters and mother. It would make her happy to have you here and as far as I am concerned making Kiki happy is one of my only worthwhile goals in life. I don't know you but I know and trust my wife completely. If she wants you here then I want you here. By the way, would begging help? If not begging, then maybe groveling? I'm not that good at begging but I can grovel with the best of them."

Niko started giggling again then suddenly stopped and straightened up in the chair. "You are not like I thought you would be. I do not know if I approve of this arrangement but I do know I love my sister."

"I won't pretend that your approval really means that much to me but I would appreciate your acceptance, if for no other reason than your sister's happiness. Just let me be clear: you are my wife's sister and are welcome here for as long as you want."

Just then there was a sound behind him and as Mark turned he saw both Debbie and Kiki stride into the room.

"How long have you two been out there eavesdropping?" Mark accused.

"Long enough," said Debbie. Looking over at Niko she continued, "I hope this beast hasn't been telling you stories about us or browbeating you about staying." Both women walked around the couch and sat down, one on each side of him.

"I don't know what this 'browbeating' is but I know he is no beast. If anything I can see this poor man is, how do you say it, henpecked!"

"That's me!" Mark laughed. "I am definitely whipped for sure!"

Suddenly serious Niko looked straight at her sister and said, "Kiki, are you truly happy? Is this the life you want? Do you really want me here?"

"Sister, this is my life. These people are my life just as you are part of that life. I have never been happier than I am right now. If I were to lose you I would grieve but if I were to lose either of them I would die."

"Then there is nothing else to do. I will stay," she said with an exaggerated sigh. "After all I cannot let my niece or nephew grow up to speak Japanese like a Korean pig, now can I?"

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Epilogue

It was moving time again, hopefully for the last time. It isn't like they had to move all that many times,  Debbie mused as she sifted through papers in her desk drawer. There had been the move out of their wonderful little house at college after Mark graduated and was drafted into the NFL, second round not first. It was to northern California for the next twelve years while he played. Then the next two years in Southern California when the team moved.

When they offered to let him be traded or given an outright release, Mark instead retired without a second thought. Eve was in high school by then and Mark Jr. in middle school. Kiki's three were also working their way through various stages of elementary and middle school so it didn't seem fair to uproot everybody just because Mark was no longer tied down to one location. He was content to run the holding company their investments had grown into and claimed all he needed was a laptop, cell phone and a couch. He didn't care where in particular the couch was located.

Kiki had finished her post-graduate work in physical therapy while waiting for Mark to graduate and when he went to the NFL, it only seemed natural that players became her primary clients. Even after his retirement she continued with a small, selective client base that had expanded to cover seemingly all professional sports. Southern California had more than enough to keep her busy without having to chase clients around the country.

Niko did stay with them, delaying the start of her studies until the two new babies were older. She moved out to California with them and completed her degree at one of the prestigious Bay-area schools. There she met the man of her dreams and married. Curiously enough it turned out to be Mark's old college teammate, Marcus, then the quarterback for his NFL team. Marcus may have been the leader on the field but there was absolutely no doubt who was the boss at home. She picked out where they were going to live, right next door to the Matthews of course, and eventually her four and the Matthew's five became as inseparable as a pile of puppies.

Interestingly enough, throughout their lifetime friendship Marcus only once ever alluded to the Matthew's unique lifestyle. Once after being severely whipped up on by his diminutive wife for some male malfeasance ― probably left the seat up again ― Marcus shook his head and said, "Man, I don't know how you do it. I can barely handle one at home let alone two." Needless to say he was still probably the second happiest man on earth.

Debbie's call to write had borne fruit with several highly acclaimed books for young adults to her credit. What wasn't well known was that she also had a good number of very steamy romance novels to her credit, written under a nom de plume of course. Berated by critics as little more than soft porn, they featured a great many allusions to stallions and mares and sold almost as fast as they could be printed. Preferring a desktop computer to a laptop, she could function almost anywhere with only an occasional trip to New York to visit her publisher.

But now Kiki's youngest was graduating from high school and there wasn't much of a reason to stick around. The three of them had always dreamed of retiring to some secluded beach retreat where their lifestyle would no longer be open to public scrutiny.

It actually hadn't been as bad as Debbie feared it would. There was some gossip about the loose morals of a woman with two out-of-wedlock children but that was considered tame by then. Actually Mark had become somewhat of a minor saint to the religious fanatics for not only supporting his Jezebel mother but forgiving her, accepting her children and raising them with his own. At one point Debbie thought they were going to have to call 911 when after reading this Mark laughed so hard he couldn't breathe. Luckily a swift kick from her co-wife sobered him up enough to get some badly needed air back into his lungs.

Then of course there was the time that darling little Eve went on an absolute rampage when she was informed by her first-grade teacher that her family couldn't consist of two mommies and one daddy. She had been told to draw a picture of her primary caregivers, (remember this was northern California somewhere around a city with the initials SF) and extended family wasn't acceptable. It was explained that two mommies were wonderful and two daddies were even more correct, but two mommies and a daddy just wasn't done! Not PC, don't you know! It was inferred that little Eve had been spending far too much time around daddy's NFL locker room given the rather earthy language she used to debate the topic. She received a stern finger wagging, an extra helping of ice cream and two extra stories at bedtime. Mark may have been a strict disciplinarian when it came to errant mothers but was a tower of Jell-o when it came to his own kids. Besides he privately approved her use of the term "fucked-up bitch" in the context it was used.

But even that episode had resulted in very little hue and cry. Given that professional athletes in general seemed to be engaged in a hobby one could only label as indiscriminate breeding the Matthew's public persona was by contrast rather dull, almost normal.

Now they were ready for the final move to their private beach retreat. The movers were coming the next day and Debbie wanted to gather her own personal papers rather than let some stranger paw through them. As she leafed through the pile, a card slipped out and fell to the floor. Puzzled, Debbie bent over and picked it up and turned it over to read the faded print.

"You are cordially invited to the twenty-year reunion of the Class of..."

Taking that card she walked over to the mirror and looked, comparing what she saw to that dowdy overweight woman of some twenty years ago. At sixty, her boobs sagged a bit and there were a few age spots here and there, but the rest was remarkably firm and sleek. She had never given up her exercise regime since that fateful spring and looked like a woman in her forties. Debbie felt she was still sexually attractive, not much of a stretch since her husband proved that to her almost every night even after twenty-some odd years of marriage, and him with two demanding women to satisfy at that!

Debbie decided the first thing she would do is get this card framed and hung in their new house. If someone asked why it was there, well, she just might have a story to tell...

Edited by Morgan


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