whats a mother to do
part 2
Fantasm
The Debt Collector – Part2
This story is pure fantasy. After reading stories on this website and being impressed with the basic ideas, but disappointed with the lack of description, I decided to mix a few together with some of my own ideas and I do plagerize myself from time to time. I also tried to be a little more descriptive. I encourage more people to do the same. For anyone who doesn’t like the themes listed, such as incest or rape, please don’t read any further. For everyone else, be thankful for the 1st Amendment. I hope you all enjoy!
Diary of a Pain Slut – Week Five of Five
When Maddi Miller gets caught doing naked self-bondage under an interstate bridge, the police take her to the psych ward of the local hospital. She is released but has to keep a diary as part of her thirty day evaluation and submit it to her therapist at the end of each week. This is the final week of that diary. There are five weeks, each more or less stands on its own, but makes more sense if you have read the previous weeks.
Summoning a Demon
Naomi’s boyfriends attempts to summon a demon work too well
Bride Submission: Boss’s Bitch
Bride-to-be submits to black boss in his office.
Stallion Trainer
Madame French thinks she is the best horse-trainer there is. When she tries to assert her dominance over Amistad, she soon learns that cracking a whip won’t break every horse.
Titcage (Chapter 35)
The woman-demeaning lobby group Titcage has retrained its employees as submissive sluts, including the reluctant Claire…
The Neighbour
Jessica is in for a nasty surprise
Filthy Librarian
Abby frequently gets off in the Library with no one watching. Or so she thought..
Living a double life
Living a double life, one of a man married to a beautiful women who is perfect in almost every way. The conversations are great, the attraction is intense and the relationship is perfect. Almost perfect.
My Lover, My Master, My Vampire Part 2
The time has come…
Internet Classified Chronicles (part 3)
A classy girl becomes addicted to online, anonymous hookups.
Secret Fantasy Part 3
My night out
Helping out a friend 2- another business trip.. a mile high
Ginny started to stroke my cock under the airline blanket. It was poking up like a tent. She popped her head under the blanket.
An older couple seduced my wife
Friends of my perents seduce my wife while we are on vaction
Mommy Wants It All
My girlfriend Elisa was my high school sweetheart and now that we were in college we thought that her mother would no longer be able to control her.
Unexpected Emotions 3
I joined this site a few months ago and met some interesting people on here. They’ve led me to do things that I would not have normally done.
New Princess In Trade For Old
This is my first story. It deals with a family dynamic that is all too common. At least, up until the time my wife left…
My life with vampirism finale.
its been over a year since i started this story and i want to say thank you all. im taking a month long hiatus from writing due to school and work but i will be back. i love you all for the support and the vibes. i truly have an amazing audience who i will always respect and cherish. i will be back. their will be sex and we will see our hero again some day soon.
Using my best friends sister pt 2
Tiptoeing around her bigger (and jealous) sister
Kylee’s Redemption
A beautiful girl and her boyfriend get kidnapped and sexually dominated, learning something surprising about themselves.
Samantha’s Dubai Nightmare (Part 01)
A petite, gorgeous 19-year-old blonde American gets lured into working for an escorting agency in Dubai. Once there, she is quickly sold into slavery and forced to serve and pleasure her owner in the most terrible of ways.
My first time sex with my niece.
This is the first time I had sex with my niece.
DEEP AFRICAN CAVITY CONTROL FOR SLAVE WIFE TANYA CH. 1
Never let sexy white women travel alone in Africa.
Hawaiian Sunset
Intro: This story has very little sex in it. It is more of a romance story. So if that thought dismays you it would be best to close and go on to another story. I have written a number of stories typical for this site and wanted to write something a bit different.
Chapter 1
I glanced out the window towards the beach. The green grass sloped away from the house for a hundred feet or so, to be taken over by the sandy beach. It was a calm day and the waves gently ran up the sand before sliding back into the ocean only to be pushed back up again by the next wave. The sun was still above the horizon. It was almost time, she would be coming by soon.
I filled a glass with ice water and walked out onto the patio. It was very warm tonight and the sky was clear with just a few clouds in the distant sky. I had put two chairs out in the middle of the yard overlooking the beach earlier in the day and that was where I was heading now. The first time I had noticed her was four days ago. Each evening she would jog by on the beach and then a half an hour or so later she would walk back by stopping every few feet to watch the sunset. I had hoped she would look my way and perhaps stop and talk for a while, but so far her attention was all for the sunsets.
I sat in the chair and took a sip of the cool water. I was wearing just a pair of shorts and sandals. A light breeze was coming off the ocean; just barely noticeable on my skin. I had just got comfortable when she appeared on my left, jogging on the beach. She was Asian, Chinese I thought, though I wasn’t sure from this distance. Her dark hair was tied up in a ponytail while she ran and I watched as it bounced from side to side as she ran. When she came back I knew it would be let down to fall to her shoulders.
I watched as her steady stride was quickly taking her past me. My hand was restless on the arm of my chair; waiting for her to glance my way so I could wave to her. Her figure was slender but very fit. I was close enough to see how beautiful she was. It took just a few seconds for her to pass me and move out of sight; never looking my way.
I took another sip of water and waited. She would be back; the sun would be setting soon. As I waited I wondered where she had come from. I had lived here for almost ten years and had never seen her before. Was she a tourist? Was she visiting a friend here on the beach? Was the friend a male? Was she already taken before I even had a chance to meet her? She had been here for at least four days. Would she be leaving soon? Was it already too late?
The sun dropped lower and another beautiful Hawaiian sunset was in the making. I watched as the sun dipped low enough to turn the bottom of the few clouds in the sky a beautiful purple with shades of orange and red as it began to drop into the ocean.
I had been watching the sunset for several minutes and had not noticed she had returned. Just as the sun disappeared into the ocean I saw her out of the corner of my eye. A slight movement of her head gave me the impression she had been watching me but as I raised my hand to wave she was clearly looking at the ocean and gave no indication she saw me. I lowered my hand to my side; disappointed I didn’t get her attention.
I watched her as she stood there watching the waves wash onto the beach. Her legs looked trim in her white shorts; trim from the jogging. She had a small tight butt and from the slight angle she stood at to me I had a good look at her profile. Her breasts were small but they looked perfect for her figure and stature; she looked to be about five foot two or three.
I had screwed up my courage and was about to call out to her when she took a step and one again began jogging away from me. She had only taken a few steps when she fell to the sand clutching at her calf. She was stretching, trying to grab her foot when I realized she had a cramp. I jumped out of my chair and rushed down to help her. I knelt down on the sand and took her foot in my hands and pushed on the bottom of her feet and toes to get the foot back at the angle it belonged and stretch the calf muscle to relieve the cramp.
Once her foot was okay I began lightly working on her calf muscle trying to relieve the pain; running my hands from her heel up to her knee and then back down. I looked up to see her leaning back on her elbows, watching me; her face giving me no clue as to what she was thinking. This was the first time I had seen her close. I was right; she was beautiful. Her eyes had a humorous look in them; a sparkle that I liked. She wasn’t laughing at me or even smiling, but it seemed like she was amused by the situation.
Her skin felt so nice beneath my fingers. I didn’t want the moment to pass. She still hadn’t said anything so I finally asked, “Are you okay”? She started to open her mouth but then closed it and didn’t say anything, just cocked her head a bit to the side. Did she speak English? “My name is Paul. What’s your name”? She just looked at me and did not reply.
Deciding to be brave, I made a quick decision. I lowered her leg to the sand and moved around to her side and got down on one knee. I slipped one arm under her knees and the other around her back and stood up. She felt so light in my arms. As I stood she put her arms around my neck. She didn’t say anything but I could see a question on her face.
I turned with her in my arms and kind of pointed with my chin towards my beach house and the two chairs out on the lawn. “I’m just going to take you over there so you can sit down for a few minutes until you feel better”. She still didn’t say anything so I began walking through the sand towards the chairs.
As I walked across the grass I wondered how I could communicate with her. I wanted to know her better. But short of hiring an interpreter how could I even ask her to dinner? As I carried her she continued looking at me and not talking. I felt myself getting lost looking into her eyes. I was so taken with her I almost walked right past the chairs.
I carefully lowered her into one of the chairs. She took the ice water I offered and took a sip. I turned the other chair slightly towards her so I could see her and sat down. We both sat there as it slowly darkened, watching the waves, and sipping the ice water. When I thought she wasn’t looking I would turn to look at her. I don’t know if I had ever been this close to someone so beautiful. Was she married? There was no ring on her finger but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. Was there a boyfriend back in the house she came from or back in China, or where ever she is from?
She finally turned to look at the house. The side facing the ocean was all glass. Each panel was a sliding glass section that could be opened to let the ocean breezes in. On one side of the house was an indoor swimming pool. Redundant with the ocean right there but it was nice to sometimes swim without the saltwater. It was also nice to sit in the Jacuzzi and watch the sunsets. Just thinking about that led me to think of sitting in the water with her by my side.
Then she pointed at the house but did not say anything. Why bother I thought. I wouldn’t understand what she said anyway. I looked back at the house. I pointed at the house and then at myself. I said, “It’s my house”. After I said it I realized how loud I was talking. Softer, I repeated myself; “It’s my house”.
That wasn’t it though. She pointed at the chair she was sitting in and then pointed back at the house. Oh, I finally got it. “No, there is no one else. I live alone; Just me”. How do I get this across? I kind of shook my finger at the second chair and pointed at myself, my chair and then at the house again. I thought she might have understood. She nodded her head and then looked back at the ocean.
Much sooner than I was prepared for, she stood up, gave me a little nod to me and then began easily jogging across the grass. She certainly was a fast healer. She was onto the sand before I remembered, “What is your name”? Seconds later without answering, she had moved around the rocks at the far end of the beach and was gone.
Chapter 2
The next day I drove all around my neighborhood trying for a glimpse of her; hoping I could find what house she was staying at but without success. Then I puttered around all day waiting for evening to arrive. About an hour before the time she would usually jog by, the rain started. Usually when it rains this time of year we get a quick shower for a few minutes but this time it got harder and rained steadily long into the evening. I waited by the window, hoping, but she did not appear.
The next day I drove around again with the same results. As the evening approached I was getting antsy. There were more than the usual few clouds in the sky but it did not seem like it would rain again. About thirty minutes before she usually went by I filled a pitcher with ice water, grabbed two glasses and went out and sat in one of the chairs so I would be ready.
The beach was pretty private, only the occasional property owner usually used it and most of my neighbors were older couples. I would see them walk by in the mornings and evenings, we would wave at each other and that was about it. I sat there watching the waves crashing in on the beach. The waves were higher than normal today, probably the result of the passing storm we had yesterday. I liked watching the water but my eyes kept moving to the left, to the rocks that I knew she would jog around if she were coming today.
Then finally, there she was. She was wearing the same outfit; white shorts and white t-shirt. The contrast of her skin and the white outfit was striking. As she jogged towards my part of the beach I raised my hand and waved but her head did not turn. In a minute she had passed me and had moved on out of sight. I felt crushed. But then that was silly. We don’t even know each other. All I did was just help her with a cramp. I sat down in the chair to watch the coming sunset. I still had hope.
As I watched the waves crash on the beach, every minute or so I’d look over to the right where she should be returning soon. It seemed early when I caught sight of her in the distance. She was walking on the sand right at the edge of the water. Waves would break and roll up the beach and across her feet. I could see she was laughing and kicking the water with her feet. Her laugh was so delightful. She looked and sounded just like a kid having the time of her life.
It was still several minutes away from sunset. She would probably continue walking along the beach and stop somewhere else when the sun dropped into the ocean. I stood and shielded my eyes from the sun so that I could see her better. Looking at her legs, I could still feel the touch of her skin on my fingers; the silky smoothness, the strength underneath.
She walked slowly along the beach, still kicking her feet in the surf, laughing as she walked. When she was abreast of me she stopped and looked towards the sun. There were still another twenty or thirty minutes before the sunset would begin. She would be far from here when she would finally stop walking to watch it. My heart began to sink.
She turned to look towards me and I quickly raised my hand to wave at her. She looked back at the water and then to me again for a moment before she began slowly walking towards me. When she got up to me I said, “I know you don’t understand what I’m saying but would you like to sit with me and watch the sunset”. I pointed at the chairs and then handed her a glass. She stood while I poured her drink for her and then sat down.
We sat there for the next hour, not talking, sipping the ice water and watching the sun slowly set; another beautiful day in paradise. Every few minutes I would turn my head just enough so that I could look at her face, the exotic slant of her eyes, the dark hair cascading on her shoulders, the leg I had touched just the day before. Our chairs were just inches apart; our arms almost touching, resting on the chair arms.
I had turned my attention back to the sea when I felt a light brush on my forearm. I turned to see her fingertips touching barely resting on my arm. I looked up to see her standing. When I started to stand she moved her hand to my shoulder to stop me. I sat there as she turned and began jogging away from me. I sat there for another hour after she had disappeared, thinking of her, and the touch of her fingers on my arm.
Chapter 3
By early evening the next day I felt like an eight-grader. Did she like me? Would she come by today? Would she stop? If I had someone I could pass a note to ask about her I would.
I made some lemonade and took it outside with me. When I reached the chairs I placed the lemonade on the table and took the chair she had sat in and moved it closer to mine. A few minutes later I got up, looked at the chairs and then moved hers back where it had originally been. Then, a few minutes later I reached over and pulled her chair closer again.
I was still sitting there when she appeared. When she reached the closest point to me she looked my way. I lifted my arm and waved to her. She nodded her head towards me and then continued jogging down the beach. I sipped at the lemonade and waited for her return.
It took much longer this time. The sun was already sinking and she had not yet returned. She had never taken this long before. I was beginning to think she had taken a different route and was not returning by way of the beach when there she was; walking slowly on the beach instead of jogging. Usually when she walked by all her attention was on the sunset. This time she was walking towards me and was paying no attention to the sunset behind her; her attention was on me.
While she continued walking towards me I poured her a glass of lemonade and sat it on the table in front of me close to her chair. As she came closer, our eyes were in contact but neither of us said anything. She came up, took the lemonade and sat next to me and took a sip. Our arms on the arms of our chairs; so close it made the skin on my arm tingle as I remembered her touch the night before.
In the next few minutes the sunset ended but she did not leave. We continued sitting there with just the sound of the waves running up the beach to keep us company, both of us occasionally taking a sip of our drink.
I saw him first; a surfer off to our right. He was just sitting on his board, waiting for a wave. I moved my hand over by hers to get her attention and point him out to her. She must have misunderstood what I was doing. She turned her hand over and grasped my hand; our fingers intertwining. As she turned her head to look at me I forgot about the surfer. All I could see was her smile.
I’m not sure how long we sat holding hands; my forearm lying on hers, our fingers occasionally moving around, fingertips exploring each other. Her hand felt right in mine. I liked the strength in it; how she held my hand back. She didn’t just let her fingers lie there in mine.
It had gotten fairly dark and the moon was out when I heard her sigh and turned to look at her. Her eyes were closed; her head resting against the back of the chair. While I looked at her face she brought her other hand over and laid it on top of my hand holding hers. The night had cooled just a bit and her hand was warm on mine. I wondered what her body would feel like pressed against mine; my arms wrapped around her.
Then without a word, she let go of my hand and stood up. I didn’t want the evening to end so soon. What could I do to get her to stay longer? I looked up at the house and had an idea. I made a swimming motion with my hands. “Would you like to take a dip in the pool”?
She watched my hands for a moment and then looked up to me and shook her head. She pointed towards left side of the beach where she disappeared each night. She raised a hand and put it behind my neck and pulled my head down so she could kiss me on the cheek. Before I could recover from my surprise she had turned and was moving quickly across the grass to the beach. I watched her in the moonlight until I could see her no longer.
Chapter 4
It took hours to fall asleep that night. I lay there in bed thinking of the feel of her hand in mine, her fingers, and the touch of her lips on my cheek. Was this all for naught? Would she suddenly vanish as quickly as she arrived? Where did she come from? Why was she here? All these questions and more, swirling through my mind, none answered, as I tried to fall asleep.
The next day progressed like the day before Christmas to a ten year-old. I thought the evening would never come. I was out in my chair with a pitcher of lemonade an hour before the time she usually arrived. I didn’t want to run the risk she might go by early.
But her time came and past with no sign of her. Could she have passed by before I came out? I began watching each direction, a minute at a time; my head swiveling back and forth. Maybe she decided not to run today. Maybe her boyfriend showed up.
The sun was about ten minutes from setting when she appeared on my left; walking, not jogging, across the sand towards me. I stood, waiting for her. She was wearing her usual outfit but was also carrying a small white plastic bag in her hand; the kind you usually get in clothing stores. She walked right up to within inches of me and looked up into my face. Her lips glistened in the light and I had the sudden urge to kiss her. She looked around me and pointed towards the house. I wasn’t sure what she wanted and the question must have shown on my face. She opened the bag and held it up for me to see inside. It looked like there was a swimming suit inside; a bikini.
I nodded and smiled at her and was rewarded with a beautiful smile back. I took her hand in mine and we walked up to the house. I showed her where she could change and busied myself opening the sliding doors so the ocean breeze could come in and so we could hear the waves. I looked at the Jacuzzi and the pool. Which would she want? I decided the pool and jumped in to wait for her.
When she walked out I was struck again by how beautiful she was. She saw me in the pool she walked over with a smile that just lit up her face. I felt warm all over knowing that smile was for me. Her bikini looked great on her. It was black, an unusual color but it looked nice on her, almost erotic, like black underwear. The bottoms were very tight; form fitting on her but the top was a bit too big.
I was at the deep end of the pool; the water came up to about my chin. She looked at me and then began moving to the far end of the pool; the shallower end. I motioned for her to join me but she made a swimming motion with her hands and shook her head. I was surprised; she does not know how to swim.
I moved a few feet into the shallower water to get to the pool ladder. Now the water just came up midpoint on my chest. I motioned for her to come to me. “I know you don’t understand, but come over here and I’ll help you”. She looked at me and halfheartedly shook her head again but she did not move any closer to the far end of the pool. I motioned again with my hands for her to come closer.
Finally she moved over to the ladder and I moved to the bottom of it and held my hands out to show her I would hold her when she came down. She turned around and carefully started down the ladder. When she was about halfway down I put my hands on her hips to let her know I had her. As she inched down I had time to look at her; her trim waist, her backbone, the string tie of her bikini a bit too loose across her back.
When she was about waist deep in the water she turned with one hand still grasping the ladder and kind of jumped to me; her arms grabbing me around the neck and her legs circling my waist. She wasn’t kidding. She did not know how to swim.
I smiled and tried not to laugh; I did not want her to think I was making fun of her fear. But then with her arms and legs wrapped around me it was hard not to smile. “You are safe. I’ve got you. I won’t let you go”. I tried to keep my voice calm and soothing. She might not understand but I wanted to sound reassuring. Her head had been pressed against mine but now she leaned back a bit to look at me and loosened her grip around my neck just a bit. Her smile was infectious. I couldn’t help smiling too.
I took a few small steps into the middle of the pool. When she was what I was doing she tightened her grip and the smile slipped just a bit. “It’s okay. I won’t let you go”. Over the next several minutes I worked to get her unwound from me and tried to explain what I wanted her to do by showing her the best I could with my hands. I was trying to get her to learn to float in the water. It would give her some confidence. Teaching her to swim would take a lot more but it would help to take a small step.
I was finally able to get my hands under her thighs and back so that I could get her to stretch out flat on the water. As she tried once more my eyes kept drifting to the top of her suit. The top was too big and I could occasionally see her breasts. It was so disconcerting. She was laughing and enjoying herself. I didn’t want her to catch me looking and think I was some kind of letch. But her breasts looked so nice. While they were small I felt the desire to hold them in my hands, caressing her. I could feel myself stir just thinking about it. I had to concentrate on helping her to make it go away.
She finally got the knack of it and was floating on the water. She closed her eyes and let her head recline back in the water; her long hair fanning out away from her. I gradually eased my hands away from supporting her and let her float there. She must have floated there in the water by herself for a minute or so before she finally realized I was not supporting her. She let out a little shriek of delight and promptly folded at the waist and sank beneath the water. I immediately grabbed her and lifted her up. I was afraid all our progress would be ruined but when I pulled her up she was laughing. I had lifted her high to get her out of the water; her waist was up even with my chest. When I looked up at her I realized the dunk or my sudden lift of her had caused her bikini top to move up exposing both of her breasts. She looked down at me but made no move to adjust her top.
I started to lower her so that her breasts would not be in my face. I had barely begun when she let out an ‘ooh’ and pointed over my shoulder behind me. I turned with her still in my arms to look. The sunset was in progress and it was a beautiful one tonight. I maneuvered her around so that her back was to me and I had my arms around her waist, holding her tight to me so she would not sink in the water and took several steps towards the shallow end so she could stand on her own. I let go of her that she could stand but she did not move away and in fact leaned back against me. With that encouragement I put my arms back around her waist. We stood there watching the colors change as the sun slowly dropped.
When the sunset was finally over neither of us moved. Her hands were clasped over mine. I did not want the moment to end. I was willing to stand there with her in my arms as long as she was willing to let me. I could feel her fingers moving idly over mine; her fingers tracing the length of my fingers from the top of my palms to my fingertips.
I finally felt her stir and I pulled my arms from her waist as she turned around to face me. Her bikini top was now back in place. She moved up close to face me; her body almost touching mine; a bare inch separated us. We stood there for a moment with her looking up into my face. When her lips slightly parted I could not help myself and I leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. They were cool against mine. Before I could move back to see how she would react she put her arms around my neck and kissed me back. Her lips were soft and warm now. We continued for several minutes. A long kiss followed by staring into each other’s eyes, and then hungrily kissing again.
At some point, I wasn’t sure when, I had moved my arms up from her waist and had lifted her up off her feet, pulling her tight to me. As we continued kissing I felt her tongue brush against my upper lip. I opened my mouth and we began gently touching our tongues against each other’s.
Finally she removed her arms from my neck and turned her head to look outside. It was completely dark now. I don’t know how long we had been standing there in the pool holding each other and kissing. She looked back to me and then pointed at herself and then towards the beach, saying “Go”. I hated for the evening to end, but at least the one word of English she knew wasn’t “No”.
Carrying her once again, I walked over to the pool ladder and then watched as she climbed out. I stayed where I was and watched her as she gathered the few clothes she came with and put them on over her bikini. Then she very slowly waved goodbye to me and was gone. I quickly got out of the pool but I could not see her walking away in the dark. I still stood there; thinking of her. Thinking of the feel of her body pressed against mine, the shape of her breasts, and the touch of her lips on mine. She had large nipples that I ached to touch to see how she would react; would her back arch in pleasure I wondered. Once again it was hours before I finally fell asleep.
Chapter 5
The next day seemed to go on forever. I did some paperwork and checked the clock. I tidied up the house and checked the clock. I tried reading a book but kept losing my place as I glanced at the clock and my mind wandered. I swam laps for a while in an effort to lessen the tension and gradually the hours slipped by.
When the evening finally approached I was outside with my pitcher of lemonade two hours early; I just could not wait in the house any longer. Besides, she might come by early for another swimming lesson.
I sat there sipping lemonade trying to calm my growing nervousness as she did not appear. I had to continually remind myself that I was early; that she had never come by until much later. The ice in the pitcher eventually melted and I had to go back in the house and make another pitcher while keeping an eye out the window for her.
About an hour before the sunset she appeared, early for her, walking calmly around the rocks and across the beach. She wasn’t dressed as she usually was, in shorts and a t-shirt. She had on a simple peach colored sundress, which hung straight and loose on her; held up by spaghetti straps on her shoulders and wearing sandals on her feet. Her hair was tied up on her head leaving her shoulders and neck bare. She was not carrying a bag this time so it looked like there would not be a second swimming lesson.
She walked up to where I was sitting and sat down next to me like she had been doing it all our lives. I poured a glass of lemonade and handed it to her. She took the glass with one hand and then reached for my hand with her other. We sat there quietly waiting for the sunset, sipping our drinks, holding hands, our fingers sometimes exploring each others with never a word being spoken. Occasionally I would look over at her and watch her until she turned to see me and smiled.
And once again I wondered how we would move from here without being able to talk to each other. But it was something I did not want to face yet so I pushed it to the back of my mind.
The sunset finally came and then passed much too quickly. It grew darker as we sat there holding hands. I think neither of us wanted the evening to end but she was the first to move. She let go of my hand and stood up. I quickly stood and faced her. When she did not move away I leaned down and gently kissed her lips once and then straightened back up. She stood there without moving for the longest time, just looking up into my eyes. Then without a word she took my hand in hers and began walking towards the house.
We walked through the patio and through the open section of the wall to the pool. I thought she must have her bikini on under the dress. She is going to stay for a while and I can try to teach her to swim some more. But then she surprised my by walking right past the pool and into the living room. She stopped for a moment and looked around the room before walking towards a hallway with me still in tow. Now I was confused; she must need to use the bathroom and I began to point it out but she walked right past it and went through the open door at the end of the hall into my bedroom. A lamp beside the bed was on, illuminating the room. I was suddenly glad I had cleaned the house.
I thought I knew what was going to happen but I wasn’t sure what to do about it. I liked her, really liked her, maybe more, but we had not even had a conversation yet. I wanted this but I also wanted more than this. Would this help or hurt?
In the moment these thoughts went through my head she had turned, pulled a long pin from her hair letting it fall to her shoulders, and moved into my arms. We stood there kissing; softly at first, exploring each other’s lips and face, then slowly growing fiercer, hungrier. She was on her tiptoes, her arms wrapped round my neck. I pulled her tightly against me, my hands moving from the small of her back up to her shoulders and back down again; feeling her ribs under my fingers, her shoulder blades. I leaned down and kissed her shoulders and worked my way up her neck. I kissed her ear and felt her shiver in my arms.
When we finally stopped for air she pulled her hands from around my neck and took a step back from me. We stood there looking into each other’s eyes for several seconds. Then she reached over with one hand and pulled the spaghetti strap off her shoulder and let it drop down her arm. She continued watching my face while she reached over and pulled the other strap and let it drop. She gave her body a little shake and the sundress dropped to her feet. The only thing she was wearing was a pair of peach colored panties.
I looked down at her; she was perfect. Her pert breasts sticking out towards me, her large nipples fully erect, the flair of her hips, her flat stomach, the panties disappearing in the space between her legs.
I started to reach out to her, to touch her, but she put out a hand to stop me. Oh, right. I reached up to unbutton my shirt but she quickly pulled my hand away and pushed it down by my side. While I watched, she stepped closer and slowly unbuttoned my shirt and then pulled it off my arms and tossed in aside on the floor beside her dress. When she reached for my shorts to pull them down I grew nervous. I knew I was already hard and wondered what she would think when she saw it. But she did not react when I was suddenly freed from my shorts; hard and sticking out, touching her stomach as she stood close to me. She tossed my shorts aside and then took my hand.
We walked over and moved into the middle of the bed and lay on our sides facing each other. At first we just looked into each other’s eyes. I put a hand on her hip and slowly moved it up her side and then gently touched the bottom of one of her breasts. It felt soft and smooth and firm all at the same time. I let my hand run over the top of it and then continued moving up to caress her neck before pulling her head to me so I could kiss her.
We had kissed for just a moment when I felt her hand tug at mine, pulling it back down to her breast. I caressed it softly but then felt her hand push down on mine. She wanted me to use a firmer touch. I squeezed her breast firmly and felt her lean into me and sigh. As I moved to the other breast I felt one of her hands move between us to take me in her grip. Her fingers moved slowly up and down my shaft, squeezing and stroking me; grabbing me tight at the base and pulling my erection against her.
I pulled my lips from hers and moved my head down to kiss to bottom of her breasts, between them, to the sides, but not the nipples. I kept repeating this until finally she took my head in both of her hands and tugged on me until my mouth was against one of her nipples. I open my lips and let the nipple slide into my mouth and began running my tongue around and over it. And then I moved over to the other nipple to do the same.
As her breathing became heavier I slowly began kissing my way down her stomach. I slid down off the bottom of the bed and then came back up between her legs kissing the inside of her thighs, first one side and then the other, slowly getting higher. When I got to the crease at the top of her thigh I felt her thighs tighten against my shoulders. I looked up at her. She had a look of excitement, surprise, even concern on her face as she looked down at me.
I watched her face as I kissed the bottom of her mound and then slowly moved lower until I could gently tug with my lips on one of hers. I watched as the look of surprise and concern became softer and her eyes partially closed. I ran my tongue over the right side and then the left; feeling the texture of her, tasting her. As I slid my tongue between her lips I felt her hips lift up off the bed. I moved an inch higher and let my tongue move along each side of her clitoris without actually touching it. Over and over I repeated that until finally I let my tongue glance against her clitoris, circling it and then move away. I moved back and let my tongue work around it again and then just a little tease of a touch. As I started to move away again she groaned and took my head in her hands and pulled me back. I began slowly, using the broad sweep of my tongue over her clitoris followed by little flicks across it. Her thighs began squeezing against my shoulders then opening wider; her knees up in the air. I moved my arms under her legs and up to her chest; first cupping her breasts in my hands and then running my fingers over her nipples.
It was barely a minute later when I heard her let out a little cry. I kept my tongue on her clitoris and looked up into her face. She was looking down at me with a surprised look on her face, her mouth open. Then suddenly her hips began bucking up against me as her orgasm began. Her thighs squeezed tightly against my shoulders. I could feel her lips move beneath mine as the spasms began deep inside of her.
When she was finished she spread her legs wider once again and reached down to my head and tugged on me to get me to come up to her. I was more than ready. As I moved up on my hands and knees until I could kiss her I felt her arms move down to my waist pulling me against her. I could feel my erection pushing into her stomach. I pulled away from our kiss as I felt her hand move between us to grab me. I looked down between our bodies as she pushed me down between her legs.
As she pulled her hand away I lowered myself onto her. I carefully thrust my hips forward. She was so wet I slipped right inside her. Not knowing if this was her first time or not I stopped just with the head inside of her. I held there just for a moment and then felt her hands on my butt pulling at me, trying to get me deeper in her. It was all the encouragement I needed. I thrust forward. She was so wet I slid into her until our bodies were flush in one stroke. It felt so good in her I couldn’t control myself; I pulled back a bit and thrust hard into her again. With each push into her I could feel her excitement build, her breathing become more ragged. I slipped my hands beneath her hips to pull her tighter to me; thrusting harder and faster into her. I could feel her push up against me as I thrust into her; pulling back until I would almost fall out of her and then push back as deep as I could get in her.
I wanted to slow down, make it last longer but I couldn’t; I was to close. The excitement of our two bodies rubbing against each other was just too much. With one last push into her I felt the tingle begin in me; spreading down to my toes and up to the top of my head. Then a moment later I was cumming in her, filling her; each spurt from me given with a push against her, trying to be as deep in her as I could.
We lay there for a moment, me still on top of her; beads of sweat dripping from our bodies onto the bed, our breathing slowly trying to return to normal. I shifted some of my weight onto my knees and arms. I slipped an arm under her back and then rolled off of her onto my side, pulling her with me. She lay there in my arms, her head on my shoulder, neither of us speaking, both of us still breathing a bit hard.
After several minutes I heard her breathing gradually get slower and steadier. I lay there as she fell asleep on my shoulder, our arms wrapped around each other. At first her body would twitch against me every minute or so as she fell deeper into sleep. I lay there holding her to me, amazed at the evening, but so happy she was lying here in my arms.
I don’t know when I fell asleep. I was trying to stay awake. I wanted to keep holding her; feel her against me. But at some point the strenuous activity took its toll and I drifted off.
It was still in the middle of the night when I woke to find her lying on top of me; her head on my chest. I thought she was asleep but she felt my movement and looked up at me. When she saw I was awake she kissed my chest, then my neck and finally my lips. They were soft kisses, not the frantic, urgent kisses of earlier in the night. I didn’t realize I was already hard until she pushed back against me and I slid into her again.
I lay there while she slowly raised and lowered her hips against me; letting me come almost completely out of her and then pushing herself back against me to get me deep into her again. We did that for several minutes before she put her hands on my chest and rose up into a sitting position on me. She sat there, impaled on me, the two of us not moving, just looking at each other. And then I felt her squeeze me. It felt so good it made me move up against her. She smiled and squeezed me again, and then again.
I reached up and moved my hands across her breasts, cupping them, rubbing her nipples. She stopped squeezing me and began slowly rocking her hips on me, back and forth, never taking her eyes off my face. On one sweep with my hands I rubbed across her stomach and she moaned and pushed down hard against me. I found a spot she likes.
I began alternating, rubbing her breasts and then her stomach. She began rocking harder on me. In just minutes her face tightened, a look of almost pain crossed her face and then she jerked her hips on me, I felt her nails sink into my chest. Her vagina went into spasm around me. It felt so tight, like she had me in her fist. I watched her as she closed her eyes tight and moan, only to open them for a moment, look at me, and then close them again. After about thirty seconds she collapsed on my chest gasping for air.
When she had recovered sufficiently she began moving back against me. I had been on the edge watching her and it took me just a few minutes before I came again. When I had finished we lay there, her head on my chest, my arms wrapped around her.
I don’t know who fell asleep first this time. I only know that when I woke there was light coming in through the window and I was alone in bed. I turned on my side and saw her across the room. She had her panties on and was pulling the sundress down over her head. With a little shake of her hips she had it on and in place. Her hair was a bit disheveled and she began to comb it with her fingers. She was beautiful even in the morning.
She slipped her sandals on her feet and then walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. I reached out to take her hand in mine. What could I say to her that she would understand? How could I tell her I thought I was in love with her? Did she love me or was this just a lark? She reached out with her other hand and brushed my hair back out of my eyes. We sat there for a moment just looking at each other; her other hand against my cheek.
I knew she wouldn’t understand but I needed to tell her anyway. I looked up into her eyes and said, “I love you”.
She looked at me for several seconds and then a big smile appeared on her face. She said, “I love you too. I have to go now but I’ll be back at sunset”.
My mouth fell open. I was speechless. She spoke perfect English. Not even a trace of an accent. Before I could say anything else she got up and was out the door. I flung the sheet aside, got up and quickly put on a pair of shorts. By the time I got to the patio she was halfway across the grass. I watched her walking quickly away just for a moment before I was able to get out a weak sounding “What, how”?
At the edge of the grass she stopped and turned to look back at me. She waved and called back to me, “My name is Sara”. She smiled, turned, and hurried away. I could hear her laugh, the same as the one when she was kicking her feet in the surf, as she walked across the sand.
Once she was out of sight I returned to the house to take a shower and get ready for tonight’s sunset.
Epilogue
As Sara walked across the sand she thought of the things she still needed to accomplish in the next couple of hours. A final cleanup of the house was in order. It was really nice of her friends to loan her their rental house for the week. She still needed to get a couple of presents for her children but she could do that on the way to the airport. And she still needed to get packed.
She followed the path as it turned to the left away from the beach and went up a slight rise to the house where she was staying. She paused and looked back. From here she could just see over the rise and watched as Paul walked back into his house. She wished her husband were more like Don; a bit leaner, a bit taller, a few years younger and better in bed. What a coincidence, their having the same first name. She smiled and went on into the house and closed the door behind her.
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A GOOD NIGHT AT THE GLORY HOLE
Lola is in the mood to suck some strange cock
Big Game
Derek Jenkins squinted his eyes trying to make out what the flashing white lights were he saw, he tried to remember what had happened before he woke. He blinked his eyes trying to focus a flash of light and he remembered being in the game he was running down field with the ball his memory faded. Another flash and he remembered one hit low from the right and another high from the left then the sudden blackness and the feel of cool grass on his helmetless head. There was a sudden realization of what had happened and where he was the white flashes were the fluorescent lights on the hall ceiling of the hospital. Then his mothers face came into view she had tears rolling down her cheeks and she was rattling on about how dangerous the sport was and she knew she shouldn’t have let him play then she was stopped by an orderly and he was wheeled into the emergency room on the gurney.
When he woke up again he was in a hospital room the light was bright and shining in his eyes he tried to turn over and realized he couldn’t move, in a panic he started to call out for his mother. The door made a sudden swoosh and she was by his side. He was frantic and whimpering, “Mom, Mom…I…I can’t move?” She shushed him and leaned in kissing his cheek and said, “Easy baby, take it easy the doctors want to keep you immobile, you hurt your neck in the game.” He started to whimper and mumble, “I’m…am I paralyzed?” Cheryl started to cry too and kiss him again as she smiled and said, “They think it isn’t permanent!” Derek breathed a deep sigh of relief and started to question what had happened and when he could go home. His Mother didn’t have an answer and he started to feel glum and whisper, “I just want to go home?”
Cheryl was trying to comfort her injured son when the Doctor came in to check on him, she quickly turned to the doctor and questioned how soon he could get out of the hospital. The doctor shook his head and said, “I don’t know, the damage is not permanent and the only way he could leave is if you could keep him immobile and take care of his needs?” She looked over her shoulder at her Son and his pleading eyes made her decision for her she nodded and went back to her Sons side. The Doctor arraigned for an ambulance to take him home and the relief in Derek’s eyes made the sacrifice she was going to have to make all worth it. At the house the ambulance attendants carried Derek up to his room and moved him from the gurney to his bed help set his legs in the traction and made sure his neck brace was set, gave her some final instructions and left her alone with him.
The next morning she brought him breakfast and fed it to him gently and wiping his chin between bites, when she was done she crinkled her nose and looked around the room then leaned close to her Son and inhaled. She recoiled and put a finger under her nose, Derek could see her reaction and questioned, “What, what is it?” Cheryl tried not to look disgusted as she whispered, “Honey you played hard in the game and well… you perspired quite a bit? Derek scrunched his brow and said, “What are you trying to say?” Cheryl shook her head and said, “Baby, you kind of smell?” saying with a shrug of her shoulder. Derek inhaled deeply and could smell his own body odor and closed his eyes and mocked, “Whew I need a shower!” Cheryl smiled shaking her head and said, “Baby you can’t get up yet?” Derek now couldn’t get the smell out of his mind and insisted, “Well then Mom, you got to help me out?” Cheryl leaned back a bit and then her eyes seemed to widen as she got the idea she whispered, “You want me to give you a sponge bath?” Derek looked distraught and pleaded with her, “You have to, I can’t lay here like this, what if one of my friends comes over and I smell me like this?”
She smiled and nodded at him then got up and went and got a wash basin and cloth, when she came back into the room she was walking slowly so as not to spill the soapy water, she set the basin on the night stand. She looked him up and down trying to figure out how to start, and then she leaned over him and pulled the hospital gown down off his shoulders to his waist. Derek smiled and looked up at her, as she leaned over him he took notice that her blouse was gaping and he could see down it and her swaying breast. He gulped as she took the cloth over his chest up and down his arms and under his armpits. He could feel the soft cloth and warm water over his ribs and belly he didn’t flinch he didn’t want to get his hopes up. He was surprised that he could feel her washing him, he thought since he had not had anyone touch below his face that he was without any feeling below the neck. He was feeling somewhat aroused and felt his penis unintentionally growing semi erect. Once she was done with his upper body she stood over him staring down at his legs she moved down and washed each leg up to his thighs. She took care to stay below the hem of the gown trying to figure out what to do about his crotch.
Derek smiled and said, “Mom its okay, I need washed down there too!” Cheryl recoiled slightly then realized that he was right and slipped the gown off his hips slowly. The soft material dragging across his penis built his already aroused state even higher, he concentrated trying to calm his ardor but before he knew it his semi hard cock was exposed to his mother. She gasped seeing how large he was down there then turned away then gaining strength she turned back and covered his penis with the wash cloth. Derek gasped as well feeling the warm terry cloth flopped over his slightly straining manhood, Derek apologized for the state he was in and Cheryl became ashamed of her reaction, she smiled and said, “It..It’s okay I’m sure that it was involuntary, now let’s get you cleaned up!” Derek sighed as she grasped the cloth and started to pull it off his stiffening member and started to gently scrub his hip and bum away from where his penis lay. She tried not to look at the ever growing manhood but the more she washed around it the stiffer and longer it grew, she was more and more glancing over at it. She felt like she needed to make light of the situation and whispered motherly, “Well at least we know that you’re not completely paralyzed, some things still work down there?” She laughed nervously until Derek joined in and they both had a giddy moment at the expense of his ever growing cock. It was at least seven inches long and still leaning to one side, so he was not fully erect, the head was bulbous and mushroom shaped darker than the shaft. The shaft was thick and adorned with a fine web of blue veins with two larger veins trailing up to the head, below his testicles were huge like two goose eggs in a hairy flesh sack.
Derek tried to concentrate on something besides the feeling of his Mother’s hands so close to his erecting penis, but every time he glanced down he could see the soft globes of her breast swaying inside her blouse. As she switched from one side to the other she washed his hip and as she rolled up she slid her hand under his growing cock. She tried not to think about it but she could feel the rigid flesh of his shaft on the back of her hand as she wash up and around his pubic hair. Derek could no longer keep himself calm and his cock grew and grew until it stood up off his belly at a full length of eight and a half inches. Cheryl noticed the increased growth and she could feel her heart beating faster and faster and her cheeks flush as well as her chest. She had worked around his manhood all that she could and knew that there was no way to avoid it any longer, she lifted the cloth and draped it over her cupped hand and turned her hand over onto his heavy balls. Derek gasped again and Cheryl tried to ignore it but she knew he was enjoying having her hand cupping his tender flesh; she worked her fingers around and beneath then took the cloth back to the basin to soak it again.
With the cloth draped over her palm fresh with warm soapy water she slowly with a shaking hand lowered it over his hard shaft, her breathing had gotten shallower and she licked her dry lips as she gently curled her fingers around him and slowly stroked upward. Derek felt the warm cloth and tender grip surround his engorged cock and he closed his eyes and bit his lip. She tried to hold a loose grip trying not to excite him any further but she could tell by his labored breathing he was unable to control himself she turned away and closed her eyes as she stroked back down. She had never washed a man’s penis before and wasn’t sure how hard or how much she should keep washing so she went up and back again, she could feel his body tense slightly. She hadn’t noticed that when he tensed up that the corner of the cloth had gotten caught between his legs and was trapped there. Suddenly the cloth stopped moving but her hand didn’t her soapy hand was suddenly filled with his bare flesh, Derek gasped again as her warm silky hand surrounded his cock and glided up over the head. Cheryl instantly felt the change and turned to see what had happened, she watched with her jaw dropping as her hand slid back down his turgid flesh, her eyes grew wide as she spotted the cloth still wrapped around his taught balls. Slowly trying not to bring attention to the fact she held him in her bare hand she continued to slide her hand down, she could feel his cock twitching in her grasp. She eased her grip from around his thick shaft and took hold of the cloth again and she tried again to wash his hard cock, but forgetting to dislodge the rag it just caught again. The cloth slipped from her hand again and her fingers wrapped around the muscle of manhood and gently slid upward again.
Derek couldn’t contain himself any longer feeling her soft, warm hands pumping up his aching cock and groaned, Cheryl glanced up at her Sons face it was contorted and he was gasping embarrassed at her mistake again she slowly eased her grasping hand toward the base. When she reached bottom she could feel his balls convulsing on the heel of her hand and suddenly his cock started to pulsate in her grip. She could feel his balls lift and roll as they built up steam and the thin canal on the underside of his cock bulged she could feel it inflate as the jism rush through his shaft in her grasp. Astonished she glanced back down wide eyed just in time to see her Sons milky white sperm jet out in spurt after spurt puddling on his rippled stomach muscles. He was grunting and groaning, gasping and wheezing. She watched as his cock spewed and dripped his cum in huge globes, she didn’t have the sense about her to release the ejaculating member, just stare in amazement.
Cheryl saw a look of excruciating pain or pleasure on Derek’s face and asked, “Are you hurt, did I hurt you?” He mumbled, “N-N-No!” Simultaneously they both started to apologize Cheryl with a stammering, “I-I’m…so…so… sorry, I didn’t mean to..” Derek with, “I-I…couldn’t help it, it just happened!” After several moments of back and forth pleads and regrets Cheryl finally blurted out, “Okay, okay, well now we have to clean you up some more just relax and let me get this….uh..stuff off of you!” Quickly she pulled the rag from between his legs and laid it flat on his belly and started to scoop up his cum, his cock head was dipped down in a large puddle of sperm and without thinking she tried to run her hand beneath it. The thick head rubbed across the back of her hand leaving a trail of cum along her fingers, she recoiled and took the rag and tried to wipe her Sons sperm from her hand, but it was already full of cum and it just smeared all over both her hands. She stared at her hands in shock then quickly dunked them and the rag in the basin to rinse it away pulling back out she wrung out the rag and went back toward his slowly dwindling penis. She stared at his still large cock and reached then recoiled then reached again, wrapping her fingers around and lifting the bowing shaft, she had to lift it higher and higher to get it out of the puddle of sperm. As the shaft slid through her fingers a bit she had to grip it tighter to hold on, she watched as another large drop of cum formed at the opening of the head being squeezed out by her grasp.
She shook her head in dismay, what had she done? She cupped the rag in her palm and wrapped it around the head swirling it to clean of the glob she had made, then had to hold his cock up as she cleaned underneath it. She had to dunk the rag several times to rinse away the sperm and had to hold onto his cock the whole time, feeling it grow limp in her hand, a sign it had been satisfied and she felt her breath quicken again. She was distraught thinking that she had accidently jacked off her Son to the point of orgasm, she thought to herself why didn’t she just leave it alone, she knew she couldn’t he would have chaffed. Acting as if nothing had happened she retrieved the gown and draped it back over her Sons naked body, slipping his arms back into the sleeves and adjusting it to be comfortable on him. They didn’t speak or look at each other as she finished and took the basin and spilled some of it as she tried to hasten an exit; she gasped and made a whining sound of disgust at her clumsiness then rushed from the room almost crying.
She knew she couldn’t avoid going back into his room so she reluctantly grabbed the mop and headed back her head hung low as she came in and started to swirl the mop around soaking up the soapy water. Derek couldn’t stand the silence and tried to joke, “Hey Mom you missed a spot!” she snapped her head in his direction glaring and quipped, “What did you say?” Derek sheepishly responded, “You, uh missed uh a spot?” She looked at him and he was trying to smile she relaxed and started to form a smile on her care worn face and reached over to poke him in the ribs playfully, he chuckled and she eased in sitting next to him. They laughed away a few tense moment then chatted about anything other than what had just happened, and before long time slipped away and she realized she needed to get him something to eat.
Time had passed without further incident he always seemed to get semi hard when she washed him but she made quick work of it, washing up and back quickly then letting go of his penis before he had a chance to get overly excited. They smiled at the awkwardness they shared then spoke as if nothing had changed between them. On certain days Cheryl just seemed to linger on the washing process, first it started out with spending extra time on his upper body then as time went on she found that she would glance down to see if his manhood was reacting to her gentle touch. When she finally worked her way to Derek’s crotch he was fully erect, she didn’t show an outward reaction but seemed to him that she was concentrating intently.
In truth Cheryl found that she was so enthralled that she stared glassy eyed at the long, thick hard shaft in her grasp and as she stroked up and back she waited holding her breath for a sign from her son. She would hear his breaths become raspy and quick and she thought “Involuntarily” she would pump a bit faster. She was trying to fool herself that she didn’t mean to give her son a hand job, but she couldn’t stop once he started to raise his hips and thrust his shaft in her grip. She would pull the flesh below the head taught and clutch the glands in soft pulsating clamps of her fingers. She would look up at his face, eyes clenched the grimace on his continence and as he would gasp deep and hard, she would divert her gaze to his twitching cock and watch as the plumes of hot silvery sperm would fling in the air and as her fist pumped his cock the cum would sling from the tip onto his belly and her hand. About twice a week she would work him to orgasm all the time apologizing to him afterwards for the supposed unintentional act but she would still be holding his jerking cock in her hand and sliding her fingers gently up and back urging the last drops out before she would clean him up.
Finally the big day arrived for his final check up and she thought this one last time she would have to clean him up her heart kind of sank and she found herself in her room fretting over the fact that this was the last time. Then shaking her head bouncing the reality of it around until she decided to just get it done and over with. She cleaned her son quickly and without incident, but she could see the disappointment in Derek’s eyes she helped him get dressed. She helped him into the car and drove him to the Doctors office, where he got a clean bill of health and his neck collar removed for good. Slowly he worked his stiff neck around wincing as he did and the Doctor told him he needed to take it easy and take his time getting things worked out, but Football was out for this season. Derek was devastated and Cheryl tried to console her distraught son, but she was happy that he was done with the dangerous sport. But she found herself thinking back to giving him his bath and now that was over as well and she was despondent but had to keep up the strong face for him.
When he returned to school he was hailed as a hero and he slowly got back into the swing of things, able to be on the sideline of all the games with his Mom in the stands watchful that he didn’t try to play. The homecoming game was coming around and all the players were told to dress their Mothers in their practice jersey and they would wear their game jersey and practice shorts and accompany each other on a hayride. After the game which they lost, most attributing it to the injured reserve of Derek, Derek found his Mom in the stands and took her hand jogging with her in tow to the hay wagon. All the players showed up with their Mothers in hand and helped them up onto the wagon. Space quickly filled up and soon there wasn’t enough room for everyone, the coach called out, “Okay Players now it’s your turn, your Moms held you on their laps for years now she gets to ride on yours!”
Derek found a space and eased down and took his mother’s hand and pulled her to him, she looked around for any other place to sit but every bail was filled, she was biting her lip as Derek looked up at her and said, “Come on Mom have a seat?” Cheryl was nervous the mothers had all agreed to wear shorts and she had none, she had looked but the only thing she could find to match was a short skirt. She knew that if she wore the skirt her panty lines would show and she had found an old “G” string her husband had bought her long before he left her. Now she was nervous that someone might see up her skirt, Derek quickly tugged her down on his lap and she landed with a gasp she looked back over her shoulder at him and he was smiling, she made a nervous smile as well and tried to settle in on his lap. It wasn’t long and the wagon lurched under the sudden jerk of the horse team and Cheryl slid down her Sons lap catching herself she lifted up and quickly scooted back and plopped down.
In the motion her skirt had caught on the mesh of his jersey and rode up so that her bare bum was in his lap, Derek instantly felt the change in her seat as she wiggled in to adjust comfortably. It had become common place to ignore sexuality and Derek tried to put the thoughts out of his mind, but the slow rumble of the wagon over country roads caused Cheryl’s bottom to rock back and forth on his lap. Soon Derek felt himself getting excited and his dick started to lengthen and thicken with the blood of lust filling it. Derek was biting his lip and trying not to think of his mother’s firm ass pressed on his cock finally in frustration he whispered to his Mom, “You got to stop moving, I’m… getting..” Cheryl quickly quipped, “It’s not me it’s the wagon…” Her voice trailed off as she felt the bulge in his crotch growing and pressing between her ass cheeks. She snapped her head back looking over her shoulder staring wide eyed and in the dim light watched his lips as he mouthed, “I’m sorry?”
She whispered through clenched teeth, “What are you thinking?” He was smiling as he mouthed, “I’m not, your rubbing on me!” She seethed, “Just don’t think about it!” They continued to bump along with her ass cheeks splaying then clamping on his growing cock, Cheryl could feel the reaction and in spite of herself she was growing excited. Derek could feel the heat of his Mothers crotch as it pressed on his clothed cock and it just added to his excitement, Cheryl felt her son’s erection start to nudge at her pussy mound and gasped. Suddenly the horse lurched and Cheryl slipped and quickly she scooted back, the opportunity was there to dislodge herself she thought, but just as suddenly she realized her mistake. The quick downward motion of her ass had caused her to push the front of her Sons shorts down. Immediately they both realized what had happened as his cock sprang loose and flipped up slapping his mother in the ass, they both felt bare flesh against flesh.
Gasping Derek leaned forward and Cheryl snapped her head back looking over her shoulder both wide eyed, the dusk had passed and darkness was on the evening but they could see each other’s astounded look. Derek leaned up and whispered in his Moms ear, “You, didn’t wear shorts?” She mumbled back, “I didn’t have any that matched all I could find was this skirt!” Derek was feeling his cock head rubbing on her bare ass cheek and he whispered a question, “No panties?” Cheryl could feel the bulbous head rubbing back and forth on her ass cheek and she cursed herself before whimpering, “Yes, well No, I mean sort of, it’s a G string” She watched his reaction his eyes went wider and his brow furrowed in dismay. Cheryl quipped, “I didn’t want panty lines!” Derek shook his head and tried to think what to do his mind raced and he formulated a plan. “Next time we hit a bump you jump up and I’ll cover myself okay?” She nodded and they waited all the while his hard cock slid back and forth over her hot wet pussy that was barely covered.
The moment they were waiting for came and as the wagon rocked Cheryl jumped up and Derek grabbed his cock shaft to shove it back in his shorts, but a second bump tipped Cheryl off balance she spread her legs to keep her footing but she fell back. With his hand wrapped around his shaft it was pointed straight up and as Cheryl fell back onto his lap his knees were together to try and pull up his shorts and hers wide she fell on him spread out. As her ass sank into his lap his rock hard cock easily pushed aside the thin string of underwear and her pussy slid down the shaft burying what wasn’t clutched in his hand. They both gasped in shock Cheryl was wide eyed and mouth agape as she slowly looked over her shoulder at Derek, He had the same dumbfounded look on his face as he stared at his Mother. The road had gotten really rough and Derek started to slide off the bale of hay and had to pull his hand from between them to catch himself, the sudden motion drove the rest of his shaft deep in Cheryl and she yelped.
The whole crowd laughed and chided, “Better wrap your arms around your Mom Derek sounds like she’s about to slide off!” Derek and Cheryl made the best attempt at a laugh and smile but he could feel the tight, wet, silky pussy of his mother wrapped around his hard cock and she could feel the thick meat slipping back and forth inside her. Everyone’s eyes were on the Mother and Son and they couldn’t do anything at the moment to change the situation, they both smile and waved at the fellow riders trying to act normal. Derek reacted wrapping his arms around his mother’s waist as they had been told by the reveling crowd. Cheryl waited until everyone seemed back to their own merriment then spun her head back and whispers curtly, “What are you doing?” Derek angrily mumbled back, “I didn’t do it you fell on me, you were the one with the “G” string!” Cheryl realized it had been an accident and she whispered, “Okay, okay what do we do now?” Derek was gritting his teeth as he whimpered, “I don’t know?”
Cheryl could see his obvious discomfort at holding back his pleasure and quickly whispered, “Be careful don’t cum inside me I’m not on birth control!” She put her hands on his thighs and tried to slide up and off but she couldn’t rise high enough without being noticed, then she tried to slide sideways to dislodge him first one way then the other. Derek tightened his grip on her tiny waist and whimpered through clenched teeth, “You got to stop moving, I won’t be able to hold it!” She relaxed and sank back into his lap his long thick cock sliding in to the depths of her pussy, Derek was quivering and she tried to hold still keeping his orgasm at bay. After a few miles of smooth road they both were able to ease the tensions that had built and Cheryl leaned back whispering into her Sons ear, “How long is this Hay ride?” Derek shifted uncomfortably making Cheryl groan and he whispered, “Two hours!” she gasped and repeated his words shocked watching him nod agreement. She tried to deduce how long they had been out so far and she came up with twenty minutes mouthing the number to Derek who nodded, again his eyes clench in concentration.
Suddenly the wagon again started up a rough trail and Cheryl began to bounce uncontrollably on Derek’s lap, they both were gasping and grunting but luckily for them everyone seemed to groan at the bumpy ride. Cheryl could feel the mushroom head of her Sons cock deep in her pussy and his jiggling shaft sliding back and forth over her throbbing clit, she bit her lip trying not to think of how good it felt inside her heated opening. She tried to reposition herself leaning forward but that only pressed her clit harder into the hard shaft causing her to moan softly feeling her body react to the first sexual contact she had in the last five years. Derek felt the orifice surrounding his cock growing hotter and wetter the longer the bumpy road continued, his eyes went wide she was as excited by this as he was and he tried to hold her still. A big bump caused Cheryl to slam down hard on his lap driving him deeper in her and she felt the little electric thrills start to build in her pussy as a second bump hit and Derek’s hands slipped off her hips and up her chest brushing her hard nipples and cupping her firm tits for a moment.
Cheryl flopped back her head leaning on Derek’s shoulder she felt the incidental touch on her breast and started to mumble, “No, oh no not now I can’t do it now?” Derek heard her odd confession just before another bump drove her back down hard on his thick cock, suddenly she started to convulse and he had to hold her hips tight. He looked over at her flopping head her eyes clinched and her bottom lip sucking in and out of her mouth huffing deep breaths, he could feel her tense up and suddenly a vice like grip clamped down on his cock then started to spasm clenching and releasing. Derek was in shock and he clenched his ass cheeks hard holding back his own desires whispering through his clenched teeth, “What was that , did you…did you? Cheryl whimpered in a raspy voice, D-Don’t…worry about it, it was nothing, how…how much longer? Derek knew she was lying but carried on the charade saying, “About an hour, more or less?”
Cheryl groaned and leaned back up putting her hands on his knees to steady herself a short smooth section and Cheryl leaned up and reached back spreading and massaging her ass cheeks before sliding back down his cock. Derek gritted his teeth hard feeling her tight pussy slipping up and back on his shaft, he whispered, “You shouldn’t move, what’s wrong are you okay?” She looked back her eyes half closed and dreamy as she said, “I can’t help it my ass cheeks are getting numb!” He groaned as he started to move, she moaned, “What are you doing?” He shushed her and lifted her up slightly and twisted her so that one of her legs was in between his and the other draped over. The new position caused her juices to leak out and dribble down over his balls causing him to shiver and shimmy. She whimpered lustily feeling her pussy swirl around the thick shaft then exhaled as she now supported her weight differently, he left a hand on her thigh coincidentally. Another round of potholes and his shaft was thrusting up into her again she was already too excited and just gnashed her teeth together as her pussy was pummeled with the biggest cock she had ever felt, that thought running through her mind she felt her orgasm flash.
Derek felt muscles surrounding his cock tense and clamp again and it was too much form him he whimpered, “M-Mom….I can’t huh…hold it any longer!” Cheryl was busy wrestling with her own orgasm to protest and in between spasm she felt his twitching cock as it erupted inside her, his hot cum pumping up to her cervix. As her own orgasm subsided she whimpered, “Oh no…no…you came inside me?” He was still grunting as his cock shot again and again into her, her pussy sucking it deeper and deeper as it convulsed in another orgasm. After several minutes they relaxed and they thought that it would all be over, surely his cock would go limp having cum. But as the ride continued his cock slipped up and back though trying to go flaccid, but the hot silky pussy wrapped around him felt so good he couldn’t will it go limp.
Cheryl felt his cock dwindle slightly then as if out of nowhere it seemed to start to grow harder and harder having caught her breath she looked back over her shoulder her eyes wide once again in awe feeling his cock grow inside her. She could feel it slowly slip deeper and deeper as the length grew back and her pussy stretched out wider and wider as the girth formed. Derek shrugged sheepishly as she cursed under her breath, then she just thought it isn’t his fault it is simply reaction to the contact. A sudden bump and Cheryl had no choice but to throw her arm over his shoulder to hold on leaning in she whispered, “I know you couldn’t help it but now you need to stop thinking about it!” He leaned in and whispered, “I’m not thinking about it, it just won’t stop feeling good, what can I do?” She shook her head and whimpered, “Nothing, we just need to hold on?” He nodded and with the road smooth once again she figured that he might lose some of his ardor, but to her amazement she could feel that he was still growing inside her, longer and thicker than before.
She gasped and looked down at her lap half wanting to see how big it had gotten, it felt as though he would grow too big for her to handle and she leaned her head on his shoulder and whimpered softly. Derek whispered, “I’m sorry, it happens when I stay excited for too long?” The road felt like a wash board and Cheryl moaned through another series of orgasms, the whole time Derek tried hard to keep from getting any more excited. This continued for the next twenty minutes, Cheryl’s body ached racked with innumerable fiery orgasms just as she thought she couldn’t stand any more Derek groaned, “Sorry Mom?” she knew what he meant before she felt the first steamy jet of his cum blast deep into her, she gasped and turned her face to his shoulder sinking her teeth into the muscle and meat as she muffled her orgasmic scream. She had never felt something so intense her pussy kept clutching and milking her son’s cock of his fresh boiling sperm as if drinking it in wanting to have it deeper in her body.
They were both convulsing the rocky road hid their frantic motions, Derek was gasping he couldn’t believe what he felt around his cock, his cock was drenched in her seeping hot pussy juice and it was drooling down mixed with his cum dripping over his flexing balls. They sat quietly trying to compose themselves and as the hay wagon slowed and the clomp of the horses hooves rang on asphalt they breathed a sigh of relief. The wagon suddenly stopped and rocked back, Cheryl felt the last thrust of the enormous cock in her pussy and she felt herself involuntarily flex her muscles around it. They had to wait for everyone to climb off the wagon before Cheryl eased herself up the long shaft causing small gasp to escape her lips as it slid down and out. She stood on uneasy legs and turned in time to see Derek’s now flaccid cock covered in her white frothy juices before he flipped his shorts up covering it and she shivered at the thought. Derek stood up and wobbled a moment then jumped down off the wagon and reached up for his Mother, reluctantly she leaned over as he wrapped his hand around her waist and helped her down.
They didn’t speak on the way to the car the only sound was the squishing and occasional plop of Derek’s cum as it dribbled down between her pussy lips and trailed down her thighs before it broke free and dripped to the ground. At the car they both flopped back in the seats exhausted, Cheryl’s eyes were closed as she spoke, “We don’t need to ever speak of this again!” Derek turned his face to her and said, “How can you say that? I know you felt it, I felt you…and what if you get preg..?” she cut him off speaking through angry clenched teeth, “Don’t mention that, I don’t want to think of that, not now not ever!” The ride home was silent both staring at the road as the headlights shown the path, each had thoughts running through their minds, questions, feelings and concerns.
As they went through the door Cheryl tossed her keys on the dining room table and started to walk through the living room, Derek cleared his throat and she turned as he spoke, “Mom I know it shouldn’t have happened, but it did and yes I suppose I should be ashamed but all I can think is how good you felt!” She covered her face as she broke out in tears whimpering, “We shouldn’t have, we shouldn’t have!” He pulled her hands away and she slowly looked up into his eyes as he whispered, “We didn’t, it was an accident!” She gasped and chokes back the tears crying out, “Was it?” Derek stammered, “I-I did…didn’t intend on it?” She was crying again as she wailed out, “B-but did I?” He stared down at her weeping face the tears running down her cheeks, his eyes filled with a questioning look. Cheryl broke her wrist from his grasp and wiped away the tears. Confession on her mind she whispered, “I liked it when you were hurt and I washed you after the first time and I made you cum I always wanted to do it again, after the first time I went to my room that night and masturbated until I came too!”
Derek was staring at her in shock she looked away and whispered, “Yeah that’s right every time after I bathed you I went to my room and fingered myself biting my lip as I came over and over again, all the while thinking about your hard cock!” He reached out and took her chin in his fingers and turned her face to look at him and whispered, “Mom its okay, it really is?” She shrieked, “NO, NO IT IS NOT….I’M YOUR MOTHER!” He recoiled at her screams and as she turned away and put her hands on the back of the coach he stared at her back before screaming back, “OKAY THEN IF YOU WANT TO RIDE THE GUILT DO IT BUT DON’T DRAG ME WITH YOU!” She spun and slapped him across the face he recoiled and shot a hand up rubbing his face, she started to ball again and turned away clutching the back of the sofa again as she sobbed harder and harder.
Derek went from shock to anger, stepping up behind her he pushed her across the back of the sofa with her ass high in the air, she gasped in shock and turned to look back in fear as Derek screamed, “ALL RIGHT THEN, WHY DON’T WE BOTH FEEL GUILTY!” He flipped up her little skirt and grabbed the soaked “G” string yanking it hard stripping it from her behind, Cheryl shrieked as she felt the silky material whisk over her pussy and up between her ass cheeks the sound of the tearing cloth ringing in hear ears. She stared back over her shoulder amazed at what he was doing. She screamed, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Derek held his hand on her lower back pinning her to the sofa back as he shucked his shorts down and kicked them off whispering back, “I want to feel guilty too!” Her eyes went wide and she wailed, “OH NO…NO YOU DON’T!” She was watching as he stroked his cock up and down getting it more and more erect, fear in her wavering voice she whimpered,” D-Don’t do this, it’s wrong!”
Derek wiped away a single tear as he confessed, “I wanted it to be different for us, but you want to make it wrong, now I will make it wrong too!” With that he stepped up closer behind her she kicked and screamed as she felt him swabbing his cock head up and down her swollen wet slit, she tried to reach back and push his hand off her back but he was too strong for her. She felt the spongy head pressing between her pussy lips and wailed out, “NO DEREK….!” Her words trailed off as he thrust into her driving his whole cock to the depths of her pussy, she gasped and sobbed as his hand eased off her back and he gripped the waist band of her skirt and used it to leverage his thrust he was relentless pumping his huge cock in her hot wet pussy. She was gaping as his long cock pummeled her pussy walls and could hear the loud slap of flesh on flesh as his groin smacked into her ass, she could only hold herself up as he fucked her harder than she had ever been fucked in her life listening to his lusty grunts and her wanton moans.
Cheryl heard the material of the skirt start to rip and quickly Derek yanked hard tearing it from her body with ferocity and tossing it over her landing in front of her wobbling and shaking head his hard thrust causing her whole body to quake. She was whimpering as he slowed down and lifted her torso and tugged his jersey up over her head flinging it in front of her as well she was now completely naked before her son as he pushed forward and he started to slam into her again. She could do nothing to stop him as he leaned forward his chest on her back as his hands gripped her swaying tits tugging her nipples and squeezing her tits gently. He pelvis slapped into her ass cheeks making loud smacking sounds. She could feel his long cock stroking over her clit as she whimpered, “No-no Derek stop please I’m…I’m…!” He leaned down close to her ear his hot breath huffing on her neck as he finished her sentence for her, “Gonna cum?” Cheryl shrieked as he thrust hard into her and her pussy collapsed around his shaft and squeezed harder than ever making Derek grunt at feeling the intensity of her orgasm clinching and easing over and over again for nearly five minutes.
As she quivered and flinched feeling her heated pussy release its flood of juice and lighting like effects she was huffing out in long deep breaths, “Oh god, oh my…how did you do that?” His cock was as hard as ever and growing thicker and longer like the last time he had been inside her, she was whimpering knowing that he would keep going. She gasped deep as she felt him lift torso up then hook his hands under her thighs and lift her in the air leaning her back to his chest as she was upright she slung her hands back and gripped his neck behind to hold herself up. He just lifted her up and let her body weight push her back down impaling her pussy on his enormous cock she was gasping and moaning. She had never been fucked like this before his strong arms lifting her easily up and down on his cock, she was delirious as she leaned her head back on his shoulder and through gasp whispered, “Never been had like this, oh my, oh my…”
After making her cum from the fuck doll treatment he lifted her up and off his cock and spun her around and sat her down on the dining room table and eased his cock back into her fiery pussy she moaned long and loud as he sank the length into her. He starts to slow fuck her, his long cock stroking in deep and pulling out slowly. For the first time he saw her small upturned breast capped with dark long nipples and he sank his face into her chest, she struggled and pushed her hands on his face as he tried to get to her breast screaming, “DEREK, NO DON’T, DON’T PUT YOUR MOUTH ON MY BREAST!” He thrust deep into her causing her to drop one hand back to steady herself on the table and he reached up and took the wrist of the other and folded her arm behind her back. He wrapped both wrist in one of his large hands and held them in the small of her back as he began to suck first on then the other nipple flicking them with his tongue and swirling it around the taught areola. Cheryl shrieked, she had always had sensitive nipples and his suckling took her over the edge and again her pussy exploded sending tingles up her spine and into her hair. Derek had to thrust harder as her pussy clamped down. When she came down from her orgasmic high she felt him short stroking her pussy in fast jabbing thrust, she knew he was close to coming and pleaded with him to not cum inside her.
He eased his cock out of her weeping pussy and said, “I had no intention of cumming in your pussy!” With that he slipped his hands under her arms and lifted her up and lowered her down on her knees in front of him, his hard cock thumping with his heart beat right in front of her face. She stared at the enormous cock slick with her pussy juice and looked up into his lusty eyes as his hand cupped the back of her head and pulled her face forward. She had never sucked a cock that had been in her pussy before and wasn’t about to now. She struggled and tried to push him away but Derek t took hold of her wrist and raised them above her head in one of his hands. She tried to turn her face away from the monstrous cock as it slapped slimy on her cheeks. Derek was reluctant to hurt her, but he was insistent using one hand to lower her jaw as he pushed the bulbous head between her lips. She tried to back away but he began to pump his hips sending the thick shaft deep and she coughed and gagged until he backed off and pumped with short jabs.
She thought about all the fantasies she had thinking of his gooey cum shooting out and as his shaft sank her mouth her tongue swirled around the head and glided down the shaft until it bumped the back of her throat he then eased back and again slid into her mouth down the length throbbing again. Derek started to moan then groan and finally grunt as his orgasm neared. Cheryl could feel his shaft pulsing on her tongue and though she had never swallowed a load of cum before she was going to have to do it this time. Repulsed she felt the first gob of sperm spray out and coat her throat shot after shot of her sons cum she could taste his salty seed on her tongue and she tried to pull away but he held the back of her head in the grasp of his big hand. It was either swallow or drown in her sons cum and instantly she started to gulp the huge gobs of sperm, gulping it down before the next one ejected into her mouth. She felt the warm jism on her cheeks sliding down onto her tongue and the tangy sweet flavor was becoming less and less distasteful.
Derek slumped back sitting on the dining table as his Mother continued to suck his cock and gobble down his sperm, he was flinching and gasping as her raspy tongue coaxed out the last few drops swallowing every bit. Derek looked down on his mothers beautiful face still sucking on his cock head and as he eased it from her lips she flicked her tongue at the tip over and over again slurping up the oozing sperm. Suddenly she realized what she was doing and jumped up and broke away from him and started to run down the hallway, she hadn’t noticed him in hot pursuit and as she tried to sling the door to her bedroom closed Derek caught it and her wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her to him. She was kicking and screaming as he tossed her on the bed she tried to roll away but he jumped on her and quickly rolled her over and yanked her hips up. She was trying to crawl away as he held her hips in his big hands, he growled, “DON’T WANT ME TO CUM IN YOUR PUSSY, HUH!” She squealed as she felt his enormous cockhead prod at her anus screaming, “OH MY GOD NO, YOUR NOT GONNA TRY AND FUCK ME IN THE ASS?”
She screamed and thrash and tried to pull herself along by gripping the covers as his cockhead burst through her tiny rectum lubricated with her own saliva, she wailed in anguish feeling the thick shaft spear into her sphincter. He was pushing hard as she collapsed on the bed face down biting the corner of a pillow as his cock plowed into her ass. She whimpered as the base of his shaft bottomed out and he began to fuck fast and furious pummeling his cock in her bowels. She was balling up the comforter in her fist as she endured her sons sodomizing her, she had never even thought about getting fucked in the ass and now the biggest cock she had ever seen was pumping away at her bottom. She felt him raise her hips and slide a hand down and start to slip a finger over her engorged pussy lips and swirl around her swollen clit. At first she was concentrating so hard on the pain in her ass that she didn’t let go of her grip on the covers then as her clit started to throb her eyes went wide and she began to gasp.
She felt her body start to shudder as she thought to herself, “What the hell is going on am I gonna orgasm from my son fucking me in the ass?” Suddenly she felt his finger penetrate her pussy and his thumb swirling around her clit, she was grunting and gasping and found herself pushing back on his cock. Derek held still as she began to pump her hips back sinking his cock in her ass, she grunted out, “D-damn it don’t stop now!” He felt her hand cupping his on her pussy and he reversed them making her rub her pussy. Then he started to fuck her ass even harder Cheryl scream and pumped her finger in her dripping pussy as she started to shimmy and shudder in orgasm. Derek felt her asshole clench around the base of his cock and he pumped lightly to help bring her off, she was huffing and puffing as she quivered in orgasm. Derek waited until she was starting to recover and just as she turned to look back over her shoulder at him he yanked his cock out of her ass and buried it in her pussy. Cheryl could feel the pulsating throbs as his cock fired shot after shot of hot cum deep inside her pussy, her eyes went wide as she gasped out, “I-I thought you said you weren’t going to cum in my pussy?”
He was shaking his head “No” as he grunted and pumped his cum into her saying, “No I said, you don’t want me to cum in your pussy!” She shook her head as her pussy twitched again in the aftershock of mini orgasms began. As she was satisfied that she had got every last drop dumped into her she felt him collapse onto her back. Suddenly she felt a sense of euphoria she needed this, needed to be taken by a man again even if it was her own son. Leaning back she kissed at his face and lips tenderly before saying, “I guess missing the big game may have not been a loss after all?” His big hand cupped her tiny ass as he pulled his slimy cock form her sloppy pussy and sighed, “I think I made the Big Game after all and scored!”
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