****** A Trip To Mom's by Dreamside69 ******
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A Trip To Mom's


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I

The warm summer breeze blew in Al's face as he stood waiting for the bus. The
bus would come any minute now and take him to his mother's place. His semester
had ended a week ago and he was now about to stay at his mother's for the rest
of the summer. His parents had split up two years ago, when he was 12. His
mother now lived in a town 40 miles from him, with her new man and his
daughter, Amber.

He lived with his father most of the year, but on vacations, holidays and in
the summer, he lived with his mother.

Al saw the bus come around the corner; he picked up his bag and got ready to
board it. He spotted a good seat at the back of the bus and sat down. He
started to think about Amber, his stepsister. He had only met Amber once, last
summer. She was 17, three years older than he was, and she had been away most
of the time that summer, he remembered. Nevertheless, they had become close
during that short period they were together. He liked Amber a lot, almost as
much as if she had been his real sister.

There was one special thing that he remembered from his last visit there, which
he never would forget. It had all begun because he and Amber shared her
bedroom. They had separate beds, of course.

However, one morning he had woken up early. Amber had thrown aside the sheets
in her sleep. He had lain there and got a full view of her young body that was
bathed in the morning sun. She was wearing a pair of white satin panties and a
white bra that matched. Her breasts pressed against the fabric of the bra and
they had looked so soft, he wanted to touch them. He wanted his finger to
stroke over her bra, just for a moment, to touch her soft breast. He didn't
dare touch her, of course.

He had never thought about sex before. He had never been interested enough to
bother about it until that day. When he looked at Amber, sleeping on the bed
next to his that morning, something awoke inside him. He had seen her panties
clinging to the contours of her vulva, and he had become aroused just by
looking at her.

He had started to caress his cock through his shorts. It had felt so good,
caressing it and watching Amber's almost nude body at the same time. Now,
sitting in the bus and remembering it, he cursed himself for not touching her
when he had the chance. Now, if he got another chance, he would not hesitate,
he would touch her. He thought that he would have a good chance to, as they
shared the same room the summer before and he supposed that they would do the
same this year. Instead of touching her that morning, he had flipped his cock
up through the waistband of his shorts. Slowly and gently, he had started to
stroke his foreskin over the top of his cock. Jolts of pleasure had spread
through his crotch as he had increased the strokes.

Just as he had begun to feel the climax coming, Amber had begun to wake up.
Immediately he had stopped the strokes and lain down, pretending that he was
asleep. He had heard Amber get up, and after a few minutes, she had left the
room.

"Ticket, please."

The conductor's hard voice dragged him away from his thoughts. He fumbled a
little before he found the ticket in his jacket. The conductor examined it
closely and then gave it back to him. Everything seemed to be in order and Al
was relieved. He looked out of the large bus window and saw the passing
landscape.

He remembered how he had laid there in the bed that morning after Amber had
left the room, and wondering if he dared to continue jerking himself off or
not. It felt so good, he had thought, but at the same time, Amber could be back
any minute. He remembered how he decided to jerk off in the bathroom later.
That way, Amber would not catch him masturbating.

He remembered that he had waited until after breakfast, so he could be sure
that everybody was finished in the bathroom before he went in there.

Carefully he had locked the door after him. He had dropped his shorts on the
floor and sat down on the toilet seat. Slowly he had started to fondle his soft
cock, and after a while it had begun to grow. Soon it was rock hard!

He remembered how he had wanted to increase the pleasant feeling the stroking
of his cock gave him. It was then, when he had looked around in the bathroom,
that he had spotted the laundry basket and had gone over to it. He remembered
how dirty he had felt, going through the laundry with his hands. It was as if
he was doing something really nasty or a really dumb thing. However, he had
found what he had been looking for under a tee shirt. Amber's white satin
panties that she had been wearing the night before.

He had grabbed them and then gone back to the toilet seat. As he had begun
stroking his cock again, he had placed the panties over his nose. As he smelled
the crotch of her panties, the aroma from her pussy had filled his nostrils. He
remembered that he had jerked his cock frenetically after he had smelled
Amber's pussy on them. When he had thought that he was reaching his climax, he
had wrapped the panties around the top of his cock. The friction of the satin
against his sensitive cock head had brought him over the top.

Al swallowed as he thought about it, how he had squirted "inside" of Amber's
panties, and he was almost as excited now as he had been then. He decided to
stop thinking about that incident. He was too much aroused as it was already.
Soon he had to do something about the bulge growing in his jeans.
Unfortunately, the small toilet on the bus was out of order, so he could not go
in there to ease the pressure. He decided to try to get some sleep instead and
soon he was asleep, rocked by the gentle motion of the bus.

After a couple of hours on the bus, he arrived at his mother's town. His mother
and stepfather were there at the station to meet him. He could not see Amber
and was disappointed. However, he was told that she was back at the house
preparing their dinner.

When Al saw Amber for the first time, he smiled. She was gorgeous. Her long
blond, almost white hair reached down to her blue skirt. She was also wearing a
white polo shirt. That, combined with the skirt, made her look very mature, he
thought. She did not see him at first, but when she finally did, she smiled
too, and seemed to enjoy his presence.

Al thought that the dinner was great, and the atmosphere was pleasant. They had
always got along rather well: Al, Amber and his stepfather. Al liked their
company and they seemed to like him too.

Amber smiled at Al and was incredibly nice to him during dinner; he did not
even need to clear the table. Amber just told him to sit still and she would do
it for him. As she leaned over him from behind to take his plate, he felt her
breasts press against his back. He could feel her soft teenage breasts against
him and how his cock started to grow.

Al did not know if she did it on purpose, or if it was just by accident. He
glanced at her and she did not seem to notice. However, when his stepfather
said that they all should go out in the backyard to drink their coffee, he got
worried about the bulge in his pants, but to be sure, he put his hands in his
pockets before he got up. It looked like nobody saw his bulge, and if anyone
did, nobody mentioned it.

As they sat in the garden, his mother began to talk about his stay there.

"Al, we have a surprise for you," she told him.

"You have? What is it?" Al asked, curious.

"You're going to have your own room to sleep in while you're here!" she told
him.

Al did not know what to say. This was clearly a surprise for him, but not a fun
one. He had thought that he would sleep in Amber's room, like he did the summer
before, not in his own room. Now he was disappointed. He now knew that he would
not get a second chance to touch Amber while she was asleep.

"That's... nice, mom!" he said and tried to sound happy.

"Drink up your coffee and I will show you!" his mother said to him.

Al drank up his coffee and followed his mother to his "new" room. It was
upstairs in the house, right beside his mother and stepfather's bedroom. "Could
it be worse?" He thought, "not even on the same floor as Amber's, and next to
my mother's room. How cruel fate could be!"
The room itself was rather good. It had a bed with a little table right beside
it, a shelf with some books on it and a small closet.

"Do you like it?" his mother asked him.

"Yes, it's nice," Al said to her and tried to sound joyful over the fact that
he had his own room, albeit against his will.

"I knew that you would like it, Al. Now you can have the privacy whenever you
want to. I know that kids like you need it," she said and gave him a big hug
and left him alone in the room.

"What in the world did she mean by that?" Al thought. Al lay down on the bed,
put his arms behind his head, and stared at the ceiling. "What could she have
meant?" he wondered. Did his mother knew something about what he used to do
with himself? Could his father had caught him doing it and then told his
mother?

Al was sad the rest of the evening; not even a comedy on the cable network
could cheer him up.

He peeked at Amber who sat at the other end of the sofa from him. Her face
looked so pretty and he saw the shape of her breasts through her polo shirt. He
thought that her breasts had become larger since last year. He wanted to touch
those round swollen globes of soft flesh. He looked down past her skirt and
noticed how tanned her legs were.

"Here are some snacks!" his stepfather said, when he entered the living room
with a large bowl of chips, "Take some!"

"Thanks," Amber said and leaned forward, grabbed a fistful of chips and then
sat back on the sofa.

Al took some chips too and tried to enjoy the movie. It was hard though, trying
to think of something other than that he had to sleep in a different room to
Amber.

Half way through the movie, Al noticed from the corner of his eye Amber slide
her legs up on the sofa and stretch them out. Her skirt slipped up a little bit
over her tanned thighs. "If she just could just drag her knees up a little," Al
wished. It was as if someone had heard his wish, because shortly after, when he
looked at her again, she did just that.

She slowly dragged her knees up to her chest, not conscious of what she
revealed. Al stared between her legs. He saw the fabric of her white cotton
panties pressed against her pussy lips. His cock rose and strained against his
jeans. He could not tear his eyes away from that beautiful sight.

Al just wanted to throw himself on her, hold her down, lift her skirt up and
tear her panties off. Then he would unzip his jeans, force his pounding cock
into her soft vagina and fuck her hard.

"Al!" his mother said.

"Ehh what, mom?" he answered and dragged his eyes away from Amber.

"How's dad doing?" she asked him.

"How's dad? Why does she want to know that?" he wondered. Then it hit him; she
had seen what he was doing.

"Oh, dad's just fine. He sent his regards," he said and started to watch the
movie again.

Al did not dare to peek up under Amber's skirt any more because his mother
looked at him repeatedly. She had caught him looking under Amber's skirt.
Suddenly he was ashamed of what he had done. Although it was not something
terrible he had done, he nevertheless felt badly that he was so worthless that
he had to peek at his stepsister.


II

When Al went to bed and lay there in the darkness, he thought about what he had
seen. He pictured Amber's white panties under her skirt. How soft her inner
thighs had seemed to be, and how he had wanted to touch her. "It was a damn
shame that mom should see me," he thought. However, at the same time, he
thought that he had betrayed his mother in some awkward way. He felt ashamed of
that, and he had some trouble getting aroused at the memory of Amber's panties.

After a while, Al could hear some strange sounds. They seemed to come through
the wall from his mother and stepfather's room. He moved his head closer
against the wall and placed his ear against it. He could hear voices from the
other side of the wall and he listened carefully.

"Steven! That was so nice," he heard his mother say, "Do it again, just a
little bit harder... That's it, Steve!" Soon Al understood what they were doing
in there, or were about to do. He got excited by hearing them talk dirty to
each other. At the same time, he was choked hearing his mother talk that way.
He had never thought that about his mother before. At once the shame that he
had felt just moments ago was gone. If his mother could be dirty, so could he,
he reasoned.

"You are so wet!" he heard Steven say, through the wall.

"You feel that, don't you? Stick a finger inside me and you will see how hot I
am too!" his mother said, "Oh, yes baby! Fuck me with your finger! That's
right, faster... faster." Al took his shorts off, grabbed his already hard
shaft and started to jerk it in long slow strokes.

"Now, suck me, baby!" he heard Steven say to his mother.

"Oh yesss! I shall lick your big lollipop until you are almost cumming!" his
mother answered.

It got quiet in the room, but after a while he heard Steven groan. "My mother,
apparently, did a good job sucking Steve's cock," he thought. He pictured his
mother's red lips around his own cock as he started to jerk faster. He pictured
his mother licking and sucking on his cock and he is squirting inside her
mouth, and his mother swallowing every drop of his sperm. The thoughts in his
head almost became too much for him and he was forced to ease up on his strokes
before he came. He did not want to cum just yet; he wanted to hear more first.

"Was it good for you?" he heard his mother ask Steve.

"Yeah, baby! You were great," Steve answered, "You stopped at just the right
time, too!"

"Would you like me to ride you, so you can watch my breasts bounce up and
down?" his mother asked.

"Yeah, that would be nice!" Steve said.

Soon he heard his mother moan loudly. He realized that she must now have
Steve's cock inside her. Soon he heard a series of short moans, both from his
mother and from Steve. He pictured his mother lowering herself onto his cock,
and how it would slowly slip into her. That was too much for him and he stroked
his cock with long fast movements. He continued to jerk as he came and he
humped the shaft against his hand. He felt his palm covered with sticky sperm
and he dried it off on the sheet.

Feeling very relaxed, he turned over on his back and closed his eyes. Soon he
was dreaming wet dreams about his mother and Amber, about all three lying in
the bed together, naked and horny. When he woke up during the night, he
expected to have his mother and Amber beside him. However, they were not there
and he regretfully drifted back to sleep.

When he finally woke, the sun was shining in his eyes and he sat up in bed. The
clock told him that it was almost noon and he went out of his room, heading
towards the bathroom. He was not quite awake and he did not bother to see if
the bathroom was occupied or not. He just walked right in.

His mother gave a short scream as he entered the bathroom. Al was waking up
fast as he watched his mother standing there naked. She first tried to cover
her private parts, but when she saw that it was just Al, she did not bother.

"Al, what a naughty boy you are, sneaking up on me like that!" she said to him.

"I'm sorry, mom. I guess that I was not quite awake. I did not realize that you
were in here. Sorry."

"That's all right, son," she said calmly, "I will soon be done, so do what you
came here to do."
Al could not avoid looking at his mother's dark bush as he went by her, and he
pictured Steve's cock buried inside it. The thought of his mother's plump
breasts bouncing up and down made him aroused. He lifted the toilet seat and
let his shorts fall to his ankles. He grabbed his cock, which had become a
little swollen because of his thoughts. As he stood there peeing, he got a
strange feeling that someone was looking at him like he had ogled his mother.
He saw out of the corner of his eye that she was peeking at his cock.

Knowing that his mother was looking at him made Al even more aroused. It felt
strange, he thought. Because of that, he felt his cock start to get bigger. He
stopped peeing and quickly drew his shorts up over his growing shaft.

He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible before his mother noticed the
embarrassing state he was in. He looked down at the front of his shorts as he
passed his still nude mother and saw the large bulge growing there. Suddenly
his mother stopped him, laying her hand on his shoulder.

"Al...?" she said to him.

Al stopped but he did not turn around.

"What is it, mom?" he asked her slowly.

"I... No, forget it!" she said and let go of his shoulder.

Al did not bother to ask what his mother wanted to say to him, he was just glad
to get out of there before she spotted his erect cock in his shorts. He moved
quickly to his room so that nobody would see him, especially Amber.

When he reached his room, he closed the door quickly and turned around. There
was Amber, looking at him, with a book in her hand. The surprised look on her
face betrayed the fact that she had noticed the large bulge in his shorts. They
just stood there and watched each other for several seconds. Al did not know
what to say, and put his hands in front of his shorts. He could feel his hard
shaft pushing against his palms.

Amber was dressed in the same skirt that she had worn yesterday, but she had a
tee shirt on today. Suddenly he noticed her stiff nipples under her tee shirt.
"God," he thought, "she's not wearing a bra." As she started to walk towards
him, her medium sized breasts slowly bounced with every step she took. She
stopped in front of him and looked into his eyes. Al looked into her blue eyes.
Her eyes held him spellbound and without a word, he moved closer to kiss her.

Their lips met and they kissed. It was a long and deep kiss, and each tongue
swirled around the other. Al felt his cock start to pound in his shorts, and
when their mouths finally parted, Amber whispered, "I am so horny, Al. Have you
ever made love to a girl before?"

"No, not really..." Al said to her truthfully.

"That is okay. I will show you how if you want me to," she said to him with an
innocent look.

Al could not say anything; he just nodded his head in answer. She understood
and she took his hand and guided him to his bed. They crawled onto the bed and
started to kiss each other. The kisses were long, deep and hot, and made them
both excited. Al wanted to touch her breasts so he let his hand slip up under
her tee shirt. Soon his fingertips found the soft skin of one of her breasts.
Quickly he cupped his hand over it and began to squeeze it. As he started to
massage her breast, he noticed that the kisses got hotter and deeper, and he
knew that she liked it. It meant a lot to him, that she liked what he was doing
to her. It boosted his self-confidence; after all, this was his first time with
a girl.

Amber stopped kissing him and moved upwards on the bed. Her chest was at the
same level as Al's face and she took off her tee shirt and pressed Al's head
against her soft white teenage breasts.

Al knew what he was supposed to do next. He sucked Amber's nipple into his
mouth and soon her breasts were covered with his saliva. She moaned softly as
he worked his tongue over her nipples.

Al felt Amber's hand between his legs and she began to caress his hard shaft
through his shorts. She squeezed and fondled it for a while, then she said,
"Al, I want to have this inside me!"

Al felt dizzy. "Christ! She wants me to fuck her!" he thought, and he was
praying that this was not just another wet dream that he would wake up from. He
let his hand drift under her skirt till he reached her panties. As his hand
slid back and forth over her panties, her breathing got harder. His fingers
felt how soft and warm she was. He started to caress her harder and her panties
slid into her swollen crack, becoming moist with the juices gushing from her.

Amber lay completely still as Al inserted a finger under the waistband of her
panties. He felt how wet she was and he remembered what Steve had told his
mother and decided to do the same.

"You're so wet!" he whispered to Amber.

She answered him with a soft, "Mmmmm."
Al slid his finger inside her and as he moved it back and forth, Amber's moans
got louder. The more Al caressed her crack, the more Amber stroked his shaft
that she had now pulled out of his shorts. When Al pushed his finger inside
her, she got all wild and started to stroke his shaft harder and harder.

"Amber-You must take it easy...!" he whispered, afraid that she would make him
cum before he had been inside of her.

Amber stopped jerking him and said, "Fuck me! Now!"
She rolled over onto her back and dragged her skirt up to her waist. Al reared
up over her and she spread her legs for him. She grabbed his cock and guided it
to her wet crack. Al felt her move the panties aside from her swollen pussy and
she inserted his cock between her hot slit.

He had dreamed about fucking her and now he was so close, he was nervous. He
started to move his hips forward and he heard Amber moan as he slid inside her.
He felt the wet soft flesh of her vagina encircles his shaft, and he started to
thrust his hips back and forth, making his shaft go in and out of her. Every
time he pressed his cock inside her, she screamed with pleasure. He loved it
when she did that, so he started to fuck her harder. He was delighted that he
could make a girl feel good; after all, it was his first time.

"I love having your hard cock inside me!" she whispered to him.

Al did not know if she was tight or not, because he had nothing to compare it
with. Nevertheless it felt good, and the slippery walls of her vagina caressed
his shaft. He looked down and saw that Amber's eyes were closed and she was
massaging her breasts with her hands. The sight of her squeezing her breasts
together made him more excited. He started to fuck her fast and hard. He heard
small wet noises coming from her pussy as he fucked her.

He felt his shaft start to swell and he knew that he would soon come. Amber
noticed it too and gasped between her moans, "Pull it out... Quick... You...
can't... cum inside me."

Quickly he slipped his cock out of her and he started to stroke it. He squirted
over her belly and over her breasts. He looked down and saw that Amber was
rubbing her crack with her hand. She was rubbing it fast and soon her hips
started to quiver. Her whole body shuddered and she moaned as she came.

As they lay there beside each other, Amber held Al's shrinking cock in her
hand. Al noticed something strange with the door. He was sure that he had
closed the door, but now it was open a little bit. "That is strange. Could it
have been a draught...?" he thought and looked at the window.

It was closed, and so he discounted that possibility. "Maybe I just didn't
close it properly..." he thought and stopped thinking about the door.

He leaned his head against Amber's shoulder and felt the warmth and softness of
her body. He closed his eyes and believed that he now must be in heaven.


III

It was afternoon and Al had both showered and eaten after his encounter with
Amber, his beloved stepsister. He had planned to sit in the backyard, read a
book and just take it easy for the rest of the afternoon. He looked over the
bookshelf in his room and after a while he found a book that he thought might
be good.

The sun shone brightly as he sat down on the chair in the garden. He decided to
take off his sweater and sunbathe as he read the book. He began to read and
became wrapped up in the book. It was about a secret agent who had been
captured by the enemy and he found it quite exciting.

He took a sip of the cola that was on the table beside him and started to think
about Amber, and what they had done. He imagined that it was not against the
law to make love to his stepsister. Nevertheless, he was underage and that was
maybe against the law. He got a bit nervous when it became clear to him that
they had broken the law. He was unsure if HE had done something wrong, or if it
was just Amber that had broken the law.

Then he remembered that a friend of his had told him that in some states it was
legal to have intercourse with a 14-year-old. Still he was nervous because he
did not know if that was true or what the law was in this state. "Maybe you
will go to jail..." he thought and got scared, "but who's gonna know about it?"

He remembered the crack in the door. Someone could have seen them. He knew that
he had closed that door properly, he just knew it. Maybe Amber's father had
spotted them; maybe he was going to report him to the police!

He could not concentrate on the book he was reading, so he closed it and laid
it on the table. He grabbed the glass of cola and drank it all up in one single
gulp. After a while he calmed down, and thought that if Amber's father had
spotted them, he would have said something by now. HE would have said something
if HE had been in Steve's position, he thought, and closed his eyes.

"Wake up, Al!" he heard his mother's voice far away in his dreams. "Hey, you
will get sunburned if you lie here much longer."

Al opened his eyes and saw his mother leaning over him. He looked around to see
where he was and then he remembered that he was lying in the backyard.

"Oh, I must have fallen asleep," he told her.

"Yea, you sure did," she said to him and laughed.

Al looked at his mother in a way that he had never done before. He looked at
the light brown hair that surrounded her face, her bright blue eyes that stared
at him, her full red lips that smiled, her white teeth. His eyes moved down to
where her loose-fitting tee shirt was gaping open. He saw that she was wearing
a black bra. She stood up and looked down at him with her hands on her hips.
"Her breasts are nice," he thought, as he saw them pressing against the tee
shirt. He imagined that they must be at least twice as large as Amber's young
breasts. He looked at her belly, noticed how flat it was, and how nice her
thighs were.

When he thought about it, his mother looked like no other 39-year-old mother he
knew. Most of the mothers of his friends were plump and not good-looking. His
mother was indeed a good-looking woman.

"Al, what is it?" she asked him, as she noticed his dreamy looks.

"Oh nothing, mom. I am just tired. I think that I have to go inside now before
the sun burns me," he answered and stood up.

"Look at you... You are all burned!" she said and looked closer at his bare
chest.

Al looked down to and saw how red his chest was. "Darn!" he thought and knew
how this would feel later.

"This is bad," he said to his mother.

"Yes, it is, but do not worry. I have some sun cream that will ease the pain,"
she said calmly.

That relaxed him a little and they both went inside. When they entered the
kitchen, they could feel tension there. Steve and Amber stood there beside the
sink. They both looked so serious as they stood there and Amber even looked
sad.

Al was scared that Steve had called the police to arrest him and Amber, and he
felt his heart beat faster.

"Something has happened," Steve started slowly, "Amber's mother is at the
hospital."

"No! That's terrible!" Al's mother gasped, "What's happened to her?"

Al was relieved that it was not about the fact that he and Amber had been
making love earlier. But at the same time, he was sad for Amber's mother.

"It's nothing serious," Steve said, "She just broke her leg when she was
playing softball."

"Oh, it is a relief to hear that," Al's mother said and sat down at the kitchen
table.

"No, it's not so serious, but still Amber wants to see her," Steve said.

"Okay... I can understand that," Al's mother said, "But doesn't she live, like,
20 miles from here?"

"Yes, that's right," Steve said, "And I have to drive here there now, tonight."

At that point, Al noticed a bag beside him and realized that it must be
Amber's. It became clear to him, as Steve explained it, that Amber would
probably be away for a couple of weeks and that he would stay there a couple of
days too. That meant that he and his mother would be all alone in the house.

Al was disappointed that Amber had to leave. This ruined his chances of fooling
around with her again. God, it had felt so good to be there with his cock
inside her. He got almost angry with Amber's mother. "Why did she have to break
her leg just now?" he thought, "Couldn't she had waited a couple of weeks?"

Al helped Steve and Amber pack their car and he got a huge hug from Amber. He
had started to feel a little better about the fact that she was leaving. He
stared after the car as it drew away and he knew that Amber would be gone for
quite a while. Maybe he would not see her for the rest of the summer...

IV

Al and his mother sat in front of the television set and watched a talk show.
Al sat in his robe because he had taken a shower right after dinner.

His mother ate popcorn out of huge bowl beside him and looked closely at the
television. Al began to feel his chest start to burn from the sunbathing he had
done earlier. His skin was very hot and painful and the fabric of his robe made
it worse.

"Mom..." he said.

"Yes, Al," she answered him.

"Did you say that you had some cream that could take away the pain?" he asked
her.

She looked at him and asked, "Is your chest hurting?"

"Yes mom, it is," he told her.

"Okay," she said and put her popcorn bowl on the table, "Wait here and I will
get it for you."

"Thanks mom!" he said, gratefully.

Al looked at his mother's firm bottom as she left the living room. She looked
good, he thought, his mother looked nice. Soon she came back with a little
plastic bottle in her hand and sat down beside him.

"Al, open your robe and lay down and I will rub this onto your chest," she said
and pressed out a little spot of cream into her palm.

Al untied his robe and opened it for his mother. He then lay down on the sofa
and his mother started to massage the cream into his chest. It felt so relaxing
to him and soon the pain was gone. His mother's hand went slowly over his chest
and over his nipples a few times. It felt good.

"Just some more and then we are done," his mother told him and put more cream
on his chest.

Al felt a little drop of cream land on his stomach near his shorts.

"Oops," his mother said, "Let me wipe it off you."

She accidentally brushed her hand against the front of his shorts and he felt
his cock react to it.

"Are we done now, mom?" he asked her impatiently, as he felt his cock rise in
his shorts.

His mother did not answer him; instead, she laid her hand over the front of his
shorts. He felt her palm press against his growing cock and she started to
breathe faster.

They did not say anything; they just looked into each other's eyes. Al felt
strange, he could not quite understand what was going on. His mother looked at
him with a strange look and he saw that she had her mouth open a little bit.
She wetted her lips with the tip of her tongue and pressed her palm harder
against his swollen cock. All the time she looked at him, awaiting his
response.

Al knew that he should feel disgusted at what his mother was doing to him, but
he did not. Instead he felt excited about it, and he imagined that she was
Amber. That worked for him, he pictured Amber's gentle hand over his swollen
cock, and became even more aroused. He pushed his hips upward against his
mother's palm and she smiled at him. She started to caress his shaft more
intensely and he closed his eyes in pleasure, thinking of Amber.

Al's mother put her knees on each side of his legs and slowly she drew his
shorts over his hips. Al looked down at his swollen cock, which stood almost
straight up. As his mother took his cock in her hand and started to jerk it, it
became stiffer. She pulled his foreskin over the top of his cock in gentle
strokes and Al started to breathe heavily.

She lowered her head over his cock and took it into her mouth. Al gasped as his
mother started to suck him. He felt like he was not there, like he was in some
sort of dream, both bad and good at the same time. This was not normal or sane,
he knew that, but at the same time, he did not want his mother to stop sucking.

She sucked him wonderfully, he thought. She let her tongue tease the top of his
cock as she caressed his balls with her hand. Al closed his eyes and moaned as
his mother took his whole shaft inside her mouth and started to move her head
up and down over it. He heard his mother lap up the saliva that streamed down
his shaft.

Al sat up on the sofa and looked down. He could see his mother sucking his cock
frantically. Her mouth was like a pump on his cock, and pulses of lustful
feelings were spreading through his body. He noticed her bottom also moving up
and down, and he thought that she must be rubbing her pussy.

Just as Al was about to cum, his mother stopped sucking him and sat up. She
smiled at him, and Al thought that his mother was sure enjoying this as much as
he was. She leaned backwards on the sofa, lifted her bottom and took her jeans
off. Al looked closely at his mother's black panties and saw her pubic hair
through the transparent fabric.

"Come here," she said to him with a soft voice, "Lie on top of me."

She spread her legs as Al moved his body over her and immediately she wrapped
her legs around his back. Al started to hump his cock against her crotch. His
logic was gone and had been replaced with pure sexual excitement. All the
thoughts that had raced through his brain when his mother had sucked him, like
was it right or wrong, were gone now.

"You naughty boy, what do you want to do?" she said to him and laughed, "Do you
want to stick your wee-wee inside of me, huh?"

"Yes, mom! Please let me. Let me stick it in!" Al moaned impatiently.

"Like you did to Amber, you mean?" his mother said with a grin.

Al froze and looked at his mother. Suddenly he realized who had opened the door
that day. It had been his mother. His mother had been spying on him and Amber
as they fucked. "That was embarrassing," he thought, "to have your own mother
peeking at you as you fuck." Suddenly he felt empty inside and the sexual
excitement that he had felt just moments ago had gone. He loosened his mother's
legs and moved himself backward on the sofa. He felt bitter about his mother's
behavior. He looked at her surprised face; she could not understand what was
wrong.

"How could you do that?" he asked her.

"What do you mean?" she answered.

"Watch me, mom. How could you do such a thing!"

"I don't understand, Al. First, you hump your stepsister, which is not
something a mother should condone. Then you accuse ME of doing something wrong!
Second, would you have liked me to burst in there and spoil everything for you?
Would you have preferred that instead?"

He knew that she was right. Of course he had not wanted her to interrupt. If
she had done that, Steve would have had to be told about it too, and that he
did not want.

"I guess you are right, mom," he said slowly, ashamed.

"I AM right, Al. I like sex as much as you, probably more. And when I saw you
hump Amber, I wished that it was me lying there, instead of her," she told him.

They sat quiet for a while. Al looked down at his now shrunken cock and his
mother looked at him.

"Don't you want to anymore?" she asked him slowly after a few minutes.

Al did not know, he was not sure. It was not right to fuck your mother, but at
the same time it felt so nice to be inside a woman, he thought. He got confused
and an inner conflict raged within him as he raised his head and looked at his
mother. She had dragged her knees up against her chest and spread her legs. One
of her hands was inside her panties. He could see how intensively her hand
worked. His cock started to grow again as he saw the erotic sight of his mother
playing with herself.

"Forget about what happened yesterday, Al. Come here instead!" she encouraged
him.

Al hesitated for a moment, before he slowly moved his naked body over to his
mother's side of the sofa. He looked between his mother's legs and saw how her
hand worked faster now inside her panties.

"Al, you masturbate too!" she told him, breathing heavily.

Al wrapped his fingers around his soft shaft and started to draw his foreskin
up and down as he watched his mother masturbating in front of him. Slowly his
cock became stiffer as his jerking increased. Then his mother took her hand
from her panties and reached out to Al. He saw that her fingers were all wet
with her juices.

"Lick them, Al," she told him and Al moved his head forward and put out his
tongue. "Lick them for me!"

Her fingers tasted salty, but at the same time, he thought that it tasted well
also. She put one of her finger inside his mouth and he almost choked. Now Al
was aroused again, almost more than before, and he jerked his cock faster as he
licked his mother's finger.

"Ease up, Al!" his mother told him and put her hands on top of his hand,
stopping him from jerking his cock any more. "I don't want you to squirt all
over the place!" she told him.

"But mom, it feels so nice!"

"Are you so anxious to come, Al?" she asked him and Al just looked at her and
nodded his head.

"Okay Al, if you really want it," she said.

"Yes mom, I want to! I can hardly wait to... come!" Al said and looked
expectantly at his mother.

Al saw his mother lift her bottom, take her panties off and throw them on the
floor. He examined her dark bush closely and he saw that the pubic hair was
moist.

"Do you want to stick it in here?" she asked him as she ran her index finger
over her swollen crack.

"Yes, I want to!" Al said and swallowed.

"Come here," she said and lowered her bottom a little bit and grabbed Al by his
hips and pressed him against her.

Al felt his cock press against his mother's hot pussy and he began to push.

"Wait a little. Wait!" his mother said to him and grabbed his cock.

Al felt his mother guide the top his cock through her hot labia and further
into her wet vagina. He felt her wet slippery inner flesh surround his shaft.
His mother's vagina was not as tight as Amber's, but still it felt nice to be
there, inside her. His mother grabbed him by his buttocks and pushed him
against her, forcing him deeper inside her.

Al began to fuck her, first slowly and then faster and harder. His mother
unbuttoned her blouse and took out her breasts from her bra. He saw her begin
to squeeze them hard and she moaned.

Al closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling, thrusting his cock deeper and
deeper inside her. Although Amber's pussy had given his shaft more friction
because it was tighter, his mother's pussy was warmer and wetter then Amber's.

He felt his mother's hand touch his belly, and her finger was against the shaft
that was moving in and out of her. Her hand began to move in circular motions,
and he knew that she was rubbing her clit. When Al saw his mother begun to bite
her lip and close her eyes, he knew that he was about to come, and he increased
the speed.

"No, Al! Not just yet! Do not come now!" His mother gasped, as she realized he
was about to squirt.

"I... I can't... hold..." Al did not end his sentence before he felt his cock
spasm and several spurts of thick creamy sperm shot out of his shaft.

He squirted deep inside her and he almost screamed as he did it. Exhausted, Al
dropped over his mother's body, still with his cock buried inside her. She
hugged him and whispered in his ear, "I guess it's okay, Al. You are so young,
but I will teach you how to be even better. I think that Amber would appreciate
that too!"

Al could hear his mother's voice far, far away, before he drifted off to sleep.
His mother held him close to her warm body, and she felt his cock slowly become
smaller and eventually slip out of her. Soon she was asleep too.


Epilogue

Al looked around at the parking lot. He could not see his father's van
anywhere. "Typical," he thought, "I wouldn't be surprised if he forgot to pick
me up." He turned around and looked farther down the road.

Al suddenly felt a raindrop against his forehead; he looked up in the sky and
saw some dark clouds. "Great," he thought, "now it is beginning to rain." Then
he saw his father's van turning into the parking lot. His father pulled up
beside him and got out.

"Hi Al! Forgive me, but I was held up with an interview, sorry about that.
Should I take your suitcase?"

"Yes please, do that," Al said to his father. "An interview, you said?"

"For the guest," he said as he threw Al's suitcase inside the van.

"The guest?" Al thought as he entered the van.

"What kind of guest, dad?"

"You know that extra room we have?"

"Yes, I know."

"I thought that we could use the extra bucks if we rented it out. So I did."

"Okay... To whom?"

"To a girl. She works as a gym instructor downtown. I think that you will like
her, she's really nice! But enough about that now. Did you have a great time at
your mother's this summer?"

Al laughed a little and than said, "Well, it has been a developing time for me.
Yes, I have learned a lot, dad."

"What developing? Have you been in some sort of summer school or what?" his
father asked ironically.

"Well, you could say that, dad, you could say that..." Al said enigmatically.

"Is it something that you can use, then?" his father asked him.

"Yes dad, definitely. Definitely..."

The van went down the road with a happy Al inside it, heading to new
adventures...

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