Title: Mothers Manifesto - Centre Of The Storm
Keywords: mF, inc, mom, son, teen
Author: Caesar
Summary: Contrary to his mother's perception, his life is not so easy.
 


A tidy young lady of Streator
Dearly loved to nibble a peter.
        She always would say,
        "I prefer it this way.
I think it is very much neater."



* Note: Followup to Mothers Manifesto - Her Education


Mothers Manifesto - Centre Of The Storm

by Caesar, copyright 2007

$Revision: 1.2 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

It was the headache that awoke me.  The pounding in the back of my
skull - threatening to send me to a most painful of deaths.  With each
beat of pain, waves of spots could be seen in my eyes.  How much had I
drunk last night?

At first it made no sense, I had not been out drinking again had I?
Or, at least I don't remember drinking anything!

Then it all came back and I snapped my heavy eyes open to view the
painfully bright morning light to confirm that I was still alive.  My
memories certainly were!

Wow!

The waves of pain suddenly stopped and I considered just how confusing
my life really was, how it had lead up to last night.  At least I was
in my own bed rather than down the hall in mother's!

You read that right.

If being a fifteen year old nowadays was not stressful enough, mom
goes and starts acting all weird on me for the weeks leading up to
last night.  Here I am carefully moving through school so the jocks
don't beat on me yet again while trying to fit in with Gord and his
crew, as no one fucks with them, all the while my parents are going
through a harsh divorce, then my mom starts, like, making moves on me
or something.

When I think I figured it all out about her; she wanting to encourage
me to do better at school by giving me little flashes of herself, mom
destroys my illusions and takes it even further.  Sick shit right?

I think I am just a plain average kid with a messed up world around
me.

What do I mean about mom and I?  She is regularly giving me her
panties to jerk on, though in her defence I was stealing them from the
dirty hamper anyways!  While Gord is wanting me to start producing
some cash for the crew - telling me that a cut will be mine, as well
as the use of his slave girl Linda.

Tell me again that I shouldn't be confused?

Sure, mom's plan had been working - I was staying home most nights
rather than hanging with the crew, and my last couple of marks from
school were higher than I had gotten in years.  But Gord was hounding
me to the point that I was starting to worry about getting a beating
from him as well.

Fuck, if I could only just stay in bed the rest of my life!

 -*-

This morning mom was acting a little more apprehensive than the last
weeks, her eyes nervously stealing glances at me - like I was
contagious or something.  She moved about the kitchen without a word
or a sound, not even complaining how late I had slept in, serving me
bacon and pancakes - my favourite.

Last night, mom had simply starred at me in the darkness of her room,
not giving me the answer to still my fears and worries - a son should
not feel this way towards his mother, should not, even when presented
with such obvious delights by her, even consider sampling them.
Should he?

Yet I have considered it - more than once!

I was feeling embarrassed this morning I never said a word to break
the silence and I should have.

The weeks leading up to this moment had been surreal around our home.
Mother looking at me constantly when together and then the way she
started to dress in loose revealing clothing.  It was almost like she
wanted me to notice her, to stare at her big droopy breasts or shapely
smooth legs.  We could not be in the room together without her hand
touching me somewhere - on the arm, head or knee mostly.  And the
attention she gave me was absolute when together - her whole being
watching and listening to every word I had to say.  Where was the
woman that I had known growing up - the one that was too busy working
to attend my band concert in middle school, or the one that seemed to
always choose dad over me in every discussion the three of us ever
had?

Outside the house, wishing I could loose this stigma of being a
virgin, a nerd, and then mom goes and dangles her carrot before my
eyes.  I mean, talk about stress.  And its not like I could talk to
her - ask her why she was being so provocative!  No guy would ever ask
that of his mom!

Besides, its really fucking turned me on!  She is sort of plain, do
you know what I mean?  Chubby with large breasts and a thin somber
face that rarely smiled - you never looked at her twice in a mall.  No
guys walked up to her and asked for her number, or even seemed to
notice she was alive.  She, from my perspective, lived a lonely sad
life, one that I never once thought twice about.  For all that I was
torn between wanting her - wanting to touch her round meaty ass, taste
her lips and to see how her eyes blazed as she watched me masturbate.
She is my mom for fucks sake!  But I had never seen so much female
flesh in my life and to this virgin, she was looking very seductive!
God help me, but I want her like I've never wanted anything else in my
life.

"More pancakes Barry?"

I shook my head to clear out my thoughts, "No thanks mom."

So thats how its supposed to be - yesterday she had sat grinding
herself into my crotch while giving me kissing lessons and then this
morning its 'what would you like for breakfast'!  Its all so fucking
unreal.

Is it any wonder I went off my rocker last night?

It all had come crashing down the evening before - everything you
know?  Guilt, lust, doing the right thing or the wrong.  Fuck!  I just
lay awake soiled in my own come for hours, starring at my ceiling,
reliving and unsuccessfully trying to suppress my roaring emotions.
Praying for this internal madness to calm itself.

I received no answers from the darkness of course.  I'm not nuts -
just a pervert.

This morning I feel a lot better than I did last night - not perfect,
I never felt that good, but at least I was back to my old confused
self.

The last few days I have had the feeling that mom would have done
anything I asked.  It was the look in her eyes when I talked to her,
the way she held her breath when I touched her.  I tested the waters
again and again - touching her large ass and breasts - she always
seemed willing, often pressing back into my hand, sometimes moaning in
pleasure.  And then watching her lick my come from her breasts after
jerking me off was just out of this fucking world!

Believe me when I say that I would never have instigated these
encounters.  Oh sure, a few peaks up her skirt or borrowing her
panties for a jack off session - all normal right?  Well, maybe a
little warped - but nothing close to how things are now!  How can I
not do the things I'm doing - there seems to be little in the way of
boundaries, and the fact that its my mom really does not hit my
conscious until long after I act.

Mom has been offering me more if only I would stay home nights, get
better marks at school - it was all so transparent.  Somehow mom was
trying to manipulate me using her body - she must guess that I was
such a looser to still be a virgin and could not control myself even
when it was my own mom.

Sure mom - flash me your tits and I will stay home because I can't get
a girl my own age to do the same!  The sad thing is, is that its
working.

It may not surprise you, but Gord's slut Linda no longer holds as much
sway over me as she had a month ago.  I would have sold any drug,
broke into any home for Gord - only for a touch of Linda's tiny perky
breasts.  But her small adolescent tits could not compare to mothers
bountiful hangers - white smooth flesh, so soft but firm, delicious!

Mother was offering me much more than Gord for much less and life did
not seem any clearer.  Why did it have to be so complicated?

Mom stood up from the table and took my empty plate and cup away - of
course my eyes watched how her ass danced and wiggled in the tight
shorts she wore.  I'm a guy, how could I not look when she was giving
me such sexy shows?  There was no confusion on my part there - she was
doing this for me - I was supposed to look.  When I didn't, it felt as
if she were embarrassed or humiliated.  Like I said - makes no sense.

Wanting to know if we were okay - you know what I mean, if going off
the deep end last night had ruined anything between us - I stood and
strode up behind her.  Placing one hand on her round meaty ass I
leaned in and kissed her cheek.  This would have been an unthinkable
act, for either of us, only weeks before.

Mom's response was to let out a barely audible groan, press her ass
into my hand and smile widely at me with a sparkle in her eyes when I
was finished.  Our agreements were still in place - her panty would be
warm and ready for me at bedtime tonight.

Tell me again that I wasn't supposed to be confused?

 -*-

Linda was seated on the old patched couch reading some chick magazine
when I slipped through the doorway - leaving my skateboard against the
wall I approached her.  "Gord around Linda?"

She didn't even look up at my entrance, and finished blowing a bubble
with her gum before answering - "In there."

She may not be gorgeous, but she was very cute.  I have seen her do
things, at Gord's command of course, that had made my fantasies pale
by comparison.

There was a rumour that her old man had broke her in before her mom
drove him off - then Gord took her under his wing.  She was a hanger
on, one of the more regular sluts that Gord enjoyed and employed.

Since she was ignoring me, I stepped past her through the sheet
covering the doorway.  Gord was rolling a joint and talking in hushed
tones with Jason - a guy from his crew - both seated on an old dirty
broken down couch.  They both looked up at me with disdain and
immediately stopped talking.  Gord spoke first, "Barry, how is it
hanging?"

"Uh... fine Gord."

Jason turned his head away in disgust.  I felt like a wart on a horses
ass when he was around.

Gord licked his joint along the paper seam and then passed it over to
Jason - who attached a roach to it and then lit it.  They were
ignoring me as they both took a long drag.

I blurted out before I lost my cool, "I just wanted to tell you Gord
that I'm in - I'll do it."  It was the answer to my sanity, to embrace
something outside of what mother was offering - even if it may land me
in jail and I knew it to be wrong.

A squeaky bellow behind me, through the sheet curtain, "Did you light
it without me Gord?"

"Fuck off Linda!"  Jason hated Linda - though, I remembered, he had no
problems fucking her.

Linda slipped through the sheet behind me, pressing her round perky
tits against my back as she slipped past me.  Jason ignored her and
passed the joint to Gord - who then passed it to his slave Linda.  She
took a long drag as Gord looked at me unconvincingly.

"I mean it this time Gord - I'll do it."

Jason took the joint from Linda and took a long drag before mumbling,
"Lamer."

Gord nodded his head, seemingly accepting my statement and ignoring
Jason's comment.  "When are you going to do it?"

My heart was thumping violently in my chest and my head felt dizzy -
the room was filled with marijuana smoke, perhaps it was affecting me?

Linda sat at Gord's feet, waiting for her turn as Jason's attention
seemed to have moved from me to Linda's perky tits.

"This week."

Gord nodded again, and I think I was starting to convince him that I
was ready to do this thing, that I would do whatever it took to become
a member of his crew.  It was the price of admission evidently.  "This
week then.  Friday - just like we told you right?"  Gord took a drag.
"Come back with the stuff okay Barry?"

Of course, I thought.  "Sure Gord."

Jason leaned forwards and pulled the loose neckline of the tee shirt
down below Linda's pert adolescent breast.  She took a drag on the
joint and did not even seem to notice - neither did Gord.  I could not
help but take in the wide dark brown nipple as Jason rolled it between
thumb and forefinger.  It was so different from mothers, looked almost
new in comparison.

Linda was available to any of the crew, with Gord's consent of course.
There was even a rumour of a second girl - though I had no idea who
she may be - that Linda and the second often did each other before
taking a train of guys each.

Gord looked at his crew member fondling his slave's tit and smirked,
took the joint from her and then unzipped his fly.

Time to leave - I had been forgotten already by the two guys anyway.
A last look over my shoulder before exiting the small dungeon-like
room, I saw Linda moving her head up and down Gord's hard pink pencil
dick even as Jason had the second breast out of her tee-shirt as he
roughly fondled her brown nipple.

I was disgusted and feared Gord and his gang - but what was I to do.
I just didn't fit in in school - the jocks wanted to beat me up, the
cool kids took pleasure in humiliating me when they took the time to
notice me.  I was under the radar and no one cared.

 -*-

I shared a Chemistry lab table with a girl named Sara and I was in
love with her and no one alive knew it!

Sara was a small mousy girl, always wore her long hair tied up and had
thick glasses and was always very shy.  She wore skirts and blouses to
school each day, flat shoes and often carried her books as if a shield
with her arms folded over her chest.  She was not beautiful, was no
cheer leader nor was she one of the 'in' crowd - but to me I thought
she was perfect.

She checked the temperature of the alcohol that was in the Pyrex
beaker above the lit bunson burner and wrote down her observation.  My
job was to slowly stir the alcohol and then to add the 'mystery'
chemical after the liquid reached a certain temperature.  With a lab
partner like Sara, it was easy to look that much smarter.

It was more than grades of course - as I never really was very good in
school - it was this girl that I've known since grade one.  The shy
quiet one - the good girl with the good grades.  The one that knew my
name but we never spent time outside of school together because we
were such an odd mixture.  We were comfortable together, as there was
never any awkwardness between us that I endured when I try to talk to
one of the hot girls in my school, and oddly she seemed to enjoy my
company.

"Another minute Barry."  I smiled in response... but she never even
looked up at me, keeping her eyes riveted to the thermometer.

One of the jocks at the other end of the lab bellowed just before his
beaker slipped of the wire rack and smashed to the floor spilling its
hot contents.  I saw one of his bulky friends behind him smirking
triumphantly and was thankful that it was not me they were jerking
around.  The girl seated next to the jock starred at her partner like
he was gum on the bottom of her shoe but he was too dense to even
notice.  But the rumour was, that same girl was going out with one of
the basketball stars even while dating a half-back from the football
team - girls were such morons.

Sara looked up at me for only a second and then back down to our work.

Only fifteen more minutes for the class and then our results were due.
This lab, with Sara's help of course, should give me a rather good
mark.  A shudder ran down my spine and ended between my legs -
remembering the deal I had with mom.  What a time to think about that
with Sara standing so close to me, I could smell her lovely hair.

"Now Gord!"  Sara sounded excited - this shit always fascinated her.

I tipped the second, smaller, beaker into the boiling liquid as Sara
leaned closer to the thermostat.  "Slowly...!"  I did as directed.
Then I saw my partners eyes widen and I knew the desired results were
showing up - the temperature of the alcohol was dropping.  She quickly
returned to our results sheet and began to frantically write.

"Did it work?"

Sara looked up this time to give me a triumphant grin, "Perfectly!"  I
was able to return a smile before she went back to her notes.

God she had a terrific smile.

Yup, it looked like a good mark for us this time.

 -*-

"How did your lab test go today honey?"  Mom looked up from her meal
and waited for an answer.  Never before had she been so intent on what
or how I was doing in school - it was taking some getting used too.

So much depended upon my answer.  "It went well mom."  I never
mentioned that I was working with Sara - I never spoke her name
because I feared someone may read my interest in her and use that
knowledge against me.

She smirked out the side of one mouth, making her laugh lines more
prominent, "Another 'B' then honey?"

"Probably."  Maybe even an 'A' this time believe it or not - but I
dare not say that until I was sure.

Mom mumbled beneath her soft smile as she returned to her food, "I
can't wait!"

Until just bare days before, I had not seen my mother smile since the
day dad said he was leaving us.  They lived, what I thought, was a
content lifestyle - she seemed to spend most of her waking hours
making sure her husband was satisfied.  And get your mind out of the
gutter, I'm talking about making sure his work clothing was clean and
ironed, that the house was spotless how he liked it, that supper was
always on the table for him when he got home from work.  She was a
dutiful and, seemed to be, happy in her life.  It obviously shook her
when he had left.

With supper over I made my way to my room and sat staring up at the
ceiling.  Mom would be knocking on my door in an hour, I knew from
experience, ready for her show, to hand me her still-warm, and even
damp, panty.

I can't lie and say the whole situation did not turn me on - I was
going past the boundaries that I had only ever done in fantasies.  The
largest problem was that it was with my mom and I felt nearly sick
because of the fact.

Did I want to fuck mom?  I asked my self for the hundredth time.

I did want to fuck Linda... I think.  I wanted to belong to something,
Linda represented that.  Getting a blow job with four other guys
sitting around drinking beer and smoking joints was the 'in' thing
with this group.  And if I was in their group, no one would fuck with
me at school or out - I would belong to something.  Linda was their
willing submissive toy and using her would cement me in with the crew,
it would be the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Linda was cute enough, of course, but really was nothing to write home
about and I would not even consider her if not for Gord.  But then,
for this virgin, any chance for female flesh was worth any risk right?

Then there was Sara.  She, I did not simply want to have sex with.  My
fantasies make my face flush with embarrassment - as they were more of
the romantic type than hyper-sexual.  I wanted to be her hero, I
wanted her to look at me the way mom looks at me now - as if I only
needed to nod and she would sit upon my lap and allow me to kiss her.

And mom... well, I had sex with mom in so many different ways and
places in my mind, but in the post-orgasmic awareness I thought it
would be wrong in so many ways to fulfil any of those fantasies.  I
loved her, you know what I mean.  I even felt sorry for her how dad
just abandoned us, left her for a new version.  Mom had always been a
mystery to me - a woman and an old person.  She unsuccessfully tried
to hid the pain of her divorce and probably even her loneliness as
well - but it was obvious to me in the emptiness of her eyes.  Only
these last weeks, as things have heated up between us had something
returned there - a passion that I don't ever recall seeing before.  I
wanted that for her, I wanted her to be happy.

Did I want to fuck her though?  I mean outside the realm of fantasy?
I certainly can't blame her for everything that has gone on between us
- I didn't have to put up with her crazy offers, to even reach out and
fondle her when she walked past me.  I blame my dick and not my mind -
my dick got hard when I saw mom bend over, seeing her bare ass beneath
a long tee-shirt, or tasted her warm moist full lips upon my own.  My
mind knew it was wrong, knew that my life would be ruined if anyone
found out what was going on in our house - but at such times my dick
was in charge.

A knock broke me out of my thoughts and mom poked her head in, a
tentative smile on her face, "Ready honey?"  I had been home at six
just like our deal stated.

I sat up onto my elbows, "Sure mom."  She happily opened the door and
strode in, pausing just inside the door allowing me to look upon her.
Mom wore only a long male white collared shirt, the kind with the
buttons up the front - though only the bottom four were attached,
leaving a generous amount of cleavage exposed - and a knee-length
skirt, she nearly always wore skirts out of the house.  She reached
beneath the hem of her skirt to ease down her bikini white cotton
panties.  Mom really had some sexy curves, and I watched hypnotically
as the cotton brief slowly slipped down the smooth white skin of her
hips, thighs and then calves.  She stepped out of the garment and then
stepped towards the bed and purposefully placed it into my hand, her
eyes already blazing towards me.

I was hard.  I was always hard at this moment.  Mom did that to me.
Seeing Linda's bare tits didn't excite me as much as seeing my moms
large hangers.

Mom stepped back and closed the door to my room before turning and
leaning her back against the wall to watched me carefully.

The first time she had done this, just watch me jerk off I mean, I was
nervous - but I quickly became so hot that it no longer mattered.  And
it was obvious that she really enjoyed the show I put on for her.  It
turned me on when mom was turned on.  Many of my fantasies involve
watching her as she was now about to watch me.

I unbuckled my belt and then unzipped my jeans - my hard cock sprang
up from my flat stomach as if it was attached to a spring.  Mom's eyes
were locked on its pulsating head as soon as it tasted air.

I opened the warm panty in my hand and found the crotch and saw that
there was enough moisture within it to cause it to darken.  It came up
to my nose and I inhaled mother's scent as if it was the most
intoxicating delicious smell I had ever experienced.  In fact, there
was nothing magical in that smell - only that it was a sweet earthy
scent that was strangely seductive and I could not get enough of it.

One of mother's hands was already rubbing outside one bare thigh, her
skirt pulled up nearly to her hip to give her access, the other hand
was inside the open top of her shirt and obviously fondling her bare
breast.  My guess was that she was not even aware where her own hands
were.  She really got off, probably as much as I, on these little
encounters of ours.

I ensured the warm damp crotch of the panty was placed directly
against the sensitive smooth head of my penis as I wrapped mom's panty
around it.  With an unconscious groan of desire I grasped it
possessively.  She really got off on this shit and that turned me on
incredibly.

"Oh honey!"

My hand knew what to do and began its movement up and down - smooth
steady strokes at first, fast jerking strokes later.  My mind began to
take the image of my dear thirty-nine year old mother before me and
twist it.

	 On her knees holding her breasts up, her shirt unbuttoned and
	 open in the front, her hands between her soft sexy thighs
	 touching herself, kneeling naked before me with breasts
	 hanging and the crack of her ass wide enough to see all.
	 Then I joined her in my fantasies, kneeling she was slowly
	 sucking my cock... then she was on her knees I was holding
	 her hips as I drove in and out of her clenching hot cunt.

I was getting closer.

One of mom's hands was now moving suggestively between her thighs,
beneath the skirt and she looked as she had been last night after we
had made out and dry humped each other.  She really got off on this
doesn't she?

	 Fucking her on her knees, mother reached around to pry her
	 ass cheeks apart, the finger of one of my hands fondling her
	 hard round anal muscle - entering her there.

Groaning seemed to awake me from my fantasy and I felt my cock jerking
in my hand, filling the crotch of mom's panty.  Mothers' eyes were
wide and watched it all unfold before her.  I could see her nipples
were hard, thrusting against her male-shirt suggestively.

Then it was over and I lay gasping for breath - amazed, as always,
that fantasies about mother always came so easily, so readily.
Perhaps it was with the visual aid and audience that helped?

Mother eventually stepped forwards and leaned over at the waist,
enough for me to see down her billowed open shirt top for her hanging
hard nipples.  She gently unwrapped my cock from her soiled dripping
panty.  As I watched she held my softened member in one hand and
gently cleaned it with a clean part of her panty - taking a long time
to do a thorough job.

I could smell the fresh scent on the fingers that had been between her
soft sexy thighs.

Then she held one hand wide open with palm up, her abused undergarment
sitting on top, and rushed to my closed door.

In only moments I heard her through the walls of my house,
masturbating herself without modesty.

Had she tasted my ejaculate from her own panty?  It is not such an odd
thought, remember that I have seen her lick her own breasts clean
after jerking me off onto them.

My cock began to harden yet again!  God - will it never end?

 -*-

The next day was Friday and over breakfast mother asked, "Would you
like to do a movie and pizza together tonight?"  The omelet she served
was filled with cheese and bacon and was delicious.

I had thought to go to the skateboard park - Gord and some of the guys
may be there and since I have been scarce lately, thought it would be
politically correct of me to show my face... but mother was still
wearing only that single button shirt, with nearly half of each breast
revealed and she looked very sexy.  So I pushed my chair back from the
table and reached for her hand and gently guided her to sit
perpendicular on my lap.  A bold move, I know, but you must understand
- this was being offered me constantly, any attempt on my part to be
forward was only met with acceptance.

My heart was pounding so hard as blood rushed to my cock, knowing that
she was bare against my denim lap.

She looked flushed but pleased at my act, looked right into my eyes.
Not sure what to do then, but knowing I liked her weight upon me, I
leaned forwards and kissed her gently upon the lips.  That first kiss
took her by surprise, but she closed her eyes and tilted her head for
the second - and it was better by far.  Her lips opened and I slipped
my tongue gently into her mouth and she groaned against me, holding my
tongue with her lips and sucking it as it moved about inside her.

Good god I was so fucking hard.

Then I pulled back and mother's eyes opened and blinked and waited.  I
could have her right now, right here on the kitchen table or on her
knees on the linoleum floor - she just sat looking at me, waiting for
me to command her.

Gord may call Linda his 'slave', but I think there was a more
submissive quality within my own mom than that other slut.

"Can I ask you a question mom?"  My voice sounded strangely calm,
considering how nervous I felt.

Mom wiggled her ass a little and I knew without a doubt that she had
my hard cock pressing through my pants into her soft round ass.  Then
she bit her bottom lip and nodded affirmatively.

"Whats going on between us?  Why are you acting this way?"  There, I
said it finally.  Why was she acting so fucking wild when we were
alone - what the hell has gotten into her?

Mother seemed surprised at the question and moved her face minutely
away from my own and her brow wrinkled as she thought of the answer.
Then when I thought she would not speak a word, she finally answered,
"I love you Barry and wanted to make you happy."

She said it so matter-a-factly that it seemed odd, us seated here with
our mixed saliva on our lips, my cock poking into her ass.

With a trembling hand I lifted it and slowly slipped it beneath the
open top of mother's shirt - she held her breath until she gasped as
it cupped the underside of her full soft breast.  And god did it feel
magnificent!  Warm and soft, smooth and firm, even heavier than
expected - the jutting nipple pressing into the middle of my palm.
Here was mother, for all practical purposes, naked on my lap with my
hand cupping her tit while her sex was probably drooling onto my jeans
and she just sat there looking at me anxiously, her breathing laboured
and her body seeming to tremble randomly.

I wanted to see it, I wanted to see that full white breasts with its
dark wrinkled nipple that I held in my hand.  Why was she letting me
do this?

With a flip of my wrist, I pushed the edge of her mans shirt to the
far side of her boob - boldly exposing it .  I held it gently beneath
its curve, weighing and testing its beauty.  I felt her eyes upon me,
could feel her shiver upon my lap, my hard cock pressing into her soft
heavy ass.

My next move came without thought, without any planning - I hefted
that gorgeous tit as I leaned over, immediately engulfing the fat
brown nipple in my moist lips.

Mother hissed and one of her hands found the back of my head to hold
me lovingly, she ground her ass roughly into my entombed cock
suggestively.

God god, I could feel the leathery nipple thicken and harden beneath
my tongue and sucked harder in response.  And until I tried it, I
would never have guessed that clean smooth skin would have such a
taste - almost a sharp tang that I sucked from the flesh with my
hunger.

"You make mommy feel so good Barry!"

Why was I doing this?  I may not understand what warped reason mother
may have for letting me touch her, seducing me with her middle-aged
body - but I knew that I would feel guilty about doing this later.  I
was instigating this travesty.  What kind of sick bastard would do
this to his own mother?

I pulled my hand and mouth from my mother's saliva cover breast and
looked up into her feverish eyes.

There was absolutely nothing forbidden to me at that moment - if I
wanted too, I could have my virgin cock inside my own mother in less
than ten seconds.  And I know as certainly as the sun will rise
tomorrow morning that it will feel nothing less than fantastic - but I
can't.  Not like this, not now... not with mother.

Then she spoke gently and with great conviction, "This is how its
supposed to be honey - this is how a mother should love her son."

The comment confused me and it did not sound like something mother
would say - but my only response was, "My omelet is getting cold mom."

She blinked about half a dozen times before she seemed to hear me, her
face flushed and her eyes glazed, she slipped off my lap and walking
quickly from the kitchen.  I looked down to see the wide damp spot she
had left right over my crotch.

 -*-

I could not get mother from my head all that morning, and only when
Linda came up to me at my locker at noon did something besides mothers
sexy fat tit come to mind - the way her breast stretched as I sucked
upon her flesh.

"Barry?"

She stood next to me and it struck me mute as she had never said my
name before.  I just turned towards her and nodded.

"Gord told me to tell you that I'm yours for an hour tonight - after
you show up with the stuff."  She looked almost bored, telling me that
she was sexually offered by her boyfriend for an illegal act.

It was not her casual comment about potentially having sex with her
that shocked me - but the fact that I had planned to stay home with
mom, a movie and a pizza, as well as those big soft available tits was
in conflict for something else I had agreed to do for Gord and his
crew.

Linda just smiled out the left side of her face, a smile I believe she
thought seductive while I only thought she looked retarded, as she
strode away.

As I stood there cursing silently to myself Sara was coming down the
hall, her eyes looking pleasantly towards me, a smile on her naturally
red lips.  "Hi Barry?"

"Hi Sara."

"You look a little angry - something wrong?"

Yea, I had planned on breaking into this house to prove myself to Gord
and his crew at the same time I was supposed to be at home sucking on
my mothers breasts while eating pizza and watching a movie.  I would
say something was wrong wouldn't you?  "No, nothing really."

Her smile widened and her eyes caused little flutters deep inside my
gut, "I think we aced the Chemistry lab the other day."  Now Sara
looked almost nervous.  "I think we make a good team."

A smile widened on my face uncontrollably, she following by example.
"Thats great Sara!  I like being partners with you."  My face was
burning with embarrassment and hoped it was not too obviously red.

One of her slim hands reached out and gently touched my upper arm, "I
like being with you too Barry."

Then it became awkward, both of use just smiling stupidly and starring
boldly into the others eyes.

A minute later, as she was striding away, with numerous looks over her
shoulder towards me, I recalled what mother offered if I received an
'A' in a test.

 -*-

I rushed home after school and immediately went to my room - mom not
being home from work yet.  What was I going to do?

The sun was shining and there was a light breeze outside - I opened my
curtains to view the world outside my home when I saw her laying on
her stomach next door.  It was Jenny - the person of most of my
adolescent fantasies until only recently when mother took centre
stage.  She was eighteen years old and before she graduated last year
from high school, she was the uncontested hottest chick.  Since
graduation I have barely seen her, but knew she was working the tables
at a restaurant down near the truck stops across town - she had also
gained a few pounds but I thought she looked hotter with the extra
curves.

She was laying in her back yard, beneath my windows, laying on her
stomach.  The two piece bikini too small for her expanded frame, the
top untied so that her generous tits bulged out beneath her torso.  I
felt myself harden in my pants at the sight.

This girl had dated all the right guys - centre for the hockey team in
the winter and then had started to date the quarterback in the spring.
There had been rumours the year before that the quarterback had shared
her amongst some of his offensive line - even a whisper or two of her
getting drunk and taking on eight guys in a train.  I wanted to
believe it - as it was a fucking hot thought, her naked with eight
hard cocks waiting for her - but looking at her flawless tanned skin,
I found it hard to believe.  After graduation she just disappeared,
along with most of the rest of her peers.  The quarterback got hurt
within the first month at college, screwing up his scholarship - he
was pumping gas now.  The hockey centre was supposed to go university,
his parents could afford it, but he got some girl pregnant in the
spring and now he works over at the carpet place as a sales guy.

A somber thought came to me - was this what was in store for me after
I graduated in a couple years?  Was I doomed to just exist in some
no-end job, the high point of my life being high school?  Well, high
school was certainly not the high point in my life - in fact, other
than seeing Sara, I hated every second.

There were others that had moved on with their lives - the future
looking more exciting than the past had been.  Perhaps those are the
people that I should envy?  Mom's best friend Jude had a son a year
older than I - John, who had always been a likable guy - I could
believe that he was going places after high school.  It appeared that
he was going through life just acing his courses, that he was a
standoffish but also everyone liked him.  We never really hit it off,
and I had always thought it was because of our age difference.

A phone rang outside my window and I watched as Jenny reached over and
put a cell phone to her ear.  Instead of the pleasant and soft voice
that I had been used too, she screeched out, "What the fuck do you
want now James?... I can fucking care less you twit, I told you that I
wanted that CD for the weekend and... listen, thats not my fucking
problem you worm... what...!"

The whole scene was turning me right off - gone was the fantasy that
this girl had presented, one of beauty, grace and sexuality.  Suddenly
I could see her future - fat with four kids, on welfare and suing her
ex-husband truck driver, spreading her legs every chance she got,
reliving her past while drinking away her present.

I closed my curtain again and sighed - as confused as ever about the
night ahead.

 -*-

Sitting on the edge of mother's bed I inhaled the scent of her room -
a mixture of exotic feminine smells, from old perfume, candles, oils,
hair spray and whatever else women use.  I came in here to be near
something familiar - hoping that I could come to a direction for my
night.

It really was a tough decision.  My mind told me that becoming
intimate with my mom was wrong, evil even - and to go commit the
felony instead.  My heart told me to stay home, to show my mom my lab
mark and to enjoy whatever happened.  Remember that morning, reaching
out to pull her to my lap - I could do that tonight, put her hand on
my dick, place my hand between her legs.  The thought alone caused me
to shiver.

Opening the bottom drawer to mother's dresser, her underwear drawer, I
rummage through it.  A clean white lace panty that would look so
delicious on her - a single white thigh high stocking, seamed.  Hadn't
mother worn thigh highs to our last meal out - her legs looked fucking
fantastic!  A old looking red plastic lined folder lay on the bottom
of her drawer and I drew it out, a single title, "Mothers Manifesto".
Odd name.  I was about to open it when two photos slid out the side of
the folder and landed on the carpet by my feet.  I put the folder down
and retrieved them.

I stumbled backwards at the photos in my hand, shocked.  Laying on a
bed, her wrists bound by something that looked like thick white rope
to the dark wooden headboard was Jude, my mother's best friend.  She
was naked and I could see her from her navel up.  Her hair was a mess,
her face dishevelled with eyes glinting and her lips smiling in weary
contentment.  On her face was drops of pearl-coloured liquid that I
instinctively knew it as sperm.  The second photo was Jude also,
wearing black thigh highs and heels, kneeling perpendicular to the
bed.  Behind her knelt her son John, completely naked - his hard penis
half disappeared within the folds of his mothers sex.  Both were
smiling for the camera, lecherously.

What the fuck was this?  And how did mom end up with these pictures?

I had no time to think about what I had just seen as I heard mom's car
arrive home.  I thrust the red folder back to the bottom of her
underwear drawer and then shoved the two photos between its covers.

Suddenly I did not want to see her right then - my confusion doubled
by what I had witnessed - so rushed from her room and snuck out the
back door before mom could enter our house.  I had to have time to
think.

 -*-

I had spent a couple hours in the mall by myself - brooding and
thinking, hating myself, hating my life.  After the mall closed I made
my way by skateboard to the back of the house, parking myself between
two large garbage bins and waited in that dark cold alley.

It was like Jason had explained, it was dark and empty as promised.
He had even given me a slip of paper with the fucking alarm code on
it.  Too easy.  Gord had reminded me to wear gloves and all I had was
my old baseball batting gloves.

I had no idea what time it was but I had to have been waiting for
hours and was shivering constantly.  Was it cold or fear?

Leaving my board I slipped through the rear gate into the immaculately
tended back yard moving in what I thought was the shadows up to the
rear door.  There, the large terracotta potted plant sat as promise -
with a tilt, the key was found.  My heart thumping and feeling as if
my entry life was on the balance at this moment I slipped it into the
door lock as instructed and turned.  Nothing but a click as it
unlocked.  I eased the door open and stepped in, my head quickly
scanning for the touch pad to the alarm.  It was easy to find, behind
the door and blinking red in distress.

My chest hurt my heart was pounding so hard and the number memorized
was punched in with violently shaking fingers.  Then it went green and
I breathed again - blinking with astonishment.

Taking a deep breath I closed the door quietly behind me and looked
around the darkened mud room to this large home.  Just as planned -
quiet and dark.

I stepped quietly on my sneakered feet through the shadowed house to a
door at the back of a short but wide hallway - it opened revealing the
expectant office.  As had been drilled into me by the impatient Jason
I strode to the back of the large dark wood desk and moved the chair
so as to get at the picture.  A large print of a family - mother
smiling proudly, dad looking stern, the two young boys looking bored
and the daughter, about my age, looking angelic.  The girl looked
familiar - someone at school I think.  It didn't matter.

The picture swung wide without a sound revealing the steel door
behind.  The keypad chirped at each digit, which caused me to shiver
again with fright.  Then the click and it opened wide to show its
contents.

Just scoop it all out I was told and was surprised that a thick wad of
bills lay there, a couple shiny compact disks and several documents
and envelopes.  I put them into my empty school bag and retreated the
way I had come.

The first half of my criminal career was over.

Upstairs was the second half - the jewelry in the master bedroom.  The
curved wide stairs were silent as I made my way up to the top floor
and then down the hallway.  As I turned the expected corner I froze as
the flickering of a candle revealed the first hint of habitation.

As I stood there the only thing I did was curse silently - this had
been a stupid idea and had been too easy!  I hadn't even thought to
cover my face like the fool I was!

Then I heard it, small splashing noises coming from the room I was
supposed to find the jewelry in.

Would Gord be happy if I only came back with the stuff from the safe?
It had looked like an awful lot of money.  Moving my feet ever so
slowly I eased towards the half open doorway at the end of the hall -
the single candle looking bright in the shadowed expanse.

It was the master bedroom as predicted and it looked recently lived
in.  There at the foot of the bed, discarded clothing - a skirt and
blouse, pantyhose and white panties.  More splashing coming from
around the corner - probably an on-suite bathroom.  Then the sound of
water rushing down a drain and wet flesh moving against porcelain.

I should run, flee and take what I've already retrieved to the gang.
Then the pad of wet feet and the older woman from the photo stepped
into sight.

Miraculously she never turned her head to look at her half open
doorway and see the shadow of a guy standing there.  But surely she
must hear the loud pounding of his heart or the rattling of his
shivering bones?

The woman was short and heavier than the print downstairs suggested
and she was also naked.  Her wide white ass moving and glistening with
the water from her bath, small clusters of bubbles still clinging
desperately to her flesh.  She was drying her limbs as she walked to
her bedside table, leisurely displaying herself inadvertently to me.

She spent a lot of time drying her huge white breasts - even bigger
than mothers I realized with surprise at the comparison.  Then the
towel moved over her generous round stomach and then down to her legs
to her small feet.

What was she doing here - I was told the whole family was supposed to
be gone?

The woman dropped the towel and opened a drawer on the bedside table -
retrieving a tube of something and squeezing a generous amount of its
contents into the palm of one hand.  I watched still frozen in place
as she worked from her ankles to her upper thighs and then to her
breasts, which was enchanting to watch.  The white flesh kneading
delightfully to her aggressive touch.

Then the woman shifted her position a little, bringing her legs up
onto the bed and laying on her side, one knee bent and the heel
pressed into the top of the bed to hold it high.  One of her hands
slipped down between her wide soft white thighs and disappeared from
view but I heard the woman moan gently and I knew from watching mother
what was happening.

All too soon her big ass was pumping forwards as her hand stayed
between her legs and I thought the sight delicious - the woman
beautiful in my hungry eyes.  The she stopped and reached again to the
bedside table - pulling out a long thin box, which opened to reveal a
clear plastic object shaped like a man's penis.  Not being as naive as
you may think I knew a dildo when I see one.

The older woman took another tube and squirted some onto the rubber
cock and rubbed it in before laying back onto the bed and spreading
her legs wide.  This unintentionally gave me the perfect view up her
thighs to that darkly glistening area between her legs.  The woman
reached down with both hands and I could see the dildo disappear
slowly from view as the woman let out a loud moan of pleasure.

Taking a deep breath she set her heels into the edge of the bed,
brought one hand up to one huge breast and then began to move that
plastic cock in and out of her body as her hips moved to meet it.

I was incredibly excited - my fear having been overcome by the
hardness in my pants, by the sight of this incredibly sexy woman in
the shadows before me.  I was like a fly on the wall and she had no
idea that she had a witness to her pleasure.

Was this what mother did after she left me at night?  I could hear
mother, louder than this woman, as she pleasured herself.

The sloppy wet sounds coming from the shadows between the thighs was
intoxicating as was the growing earthy scent that filled my head.  The
desire to run was now countered by the need to enter into that room
and join the woman - to put my virgin cock into that sexy woman and
release this hot passion within me.

Luckily I simply stood - rooted to the spot like the shadow I was.

The woman was becoming rather animated in her movements, her big ass
not touching the top of the bed any longer as she shoved herself up
into that clear plastic cock.  Just when I thought I could not contain
myself any longer the woman let out a loud gasp before grunting as her
body thrashed wildly before me a half dozen times until she froze in
an upward arch, her shoulders and heels holding her off the bed, the
screech of her pleasure turning to a scream in no time.  Then it was
over and she collapsed onto the bed, gasping to breath, her white
flesh looking wet again but this time in perspiration.

She rolled onto her side, that clear cock thrusting out behind her
obscenely.  I waited and watched, nothing for a long time until I
thought I could see that dildo slowly grow larger, easing itself out
of that passage it was held within.  It was a hypnotic sight and the
woman never even moved as the cock finally fall to the base of her big
white buttocks as if forgotten.

I stood there until my feet hurt and my knees ached and I guessed that
she was asleep, trying to discern any hint of a break in the pattern
of her deep regular breathing.

Then I took a step back and then another before I froze.  I had come
here to do a job and regardless of how hot that show was I could still
complete it if I wished.  My movement reversed and I stepped ever so
slowly into the room, holding my school bag open before me.

There to the left of the door was the cosmetic table and the small
hardwood box I was told held the jewelry.  Half watching the woman,
who had not moved at this moment and opening the box I completed the
last half of my job as I carefully moved all the sparkling gold and
diamond items from it into my bag.  I was about to leave, suddenly
feeling rather proud and powerful at my accomplishment when my feet
stumbled on the pile of forgotten clothing at the foot of the bed.

I bent over and retrieved the white cotton panty looking at the
sleeping woman on the bed before bringing it to my face to inhale her
scent.  Musky and sour, different than mothers but rather delicious
just the same.  The panty went into my bag as well.

And rather than wisely leave I stepped around the bed and leaned
carefully over - a finger and thumb gently retrieving that still
slippery rubber cock from its place against the woman's ass.  I did
the crazy act of bringing it to my face and inhaling the still fresh
scent upon it - my tongue slipping out to taste the slippery tart
flavour of this sexy older woman.

Within ninety seconds I had retrieved my skateboard from the back
alley and was rushing home.  The back door still open and the alarm
turned off behind me.

 -*-

Mom looked furious when I stepped into our own home well after
midnight.  She was wearing a long tee-shirt as a nightie and had her
arms crossed over her large sagging breasts.

"You better have a good explanation young man!"  I could see that she
could barely contain herself.

Something in me snapped and I totally forgot myself.

My bag dropped by my feet forgotten as I rushed forwards to press
mother violently against the wall, my mouth crashing desperately into
hers.  She grunted at the impact but did not fight me as my tongue
shoved past her lips and my hands mauled her meaty breasts.

I was humping her thigh desperately and my hands were like claws as
they tore at that old tee shirt covering her - tearing it to get at
her big soft breasts.  When they were exposed and her only cover
slipped to the floor torn and forgotten as my mouth rushed to devour
those big fat nipples - sucking as if my life depended upon it.
Mothers hands held my head, gasped and stiffened each time I hurt her
- but other than that did not fight me.

She was just a slut like all the rest!  She started this - its her
fault I feel so fucking confused and lost!

My hands tore at my own pants unsuccessfully until her smaller calmer
hands helped, my cock jerking from my dirty denims painfully.  She was
moaning now and her lips had sought out my own to kiss, lifting one of
her knees high and pressing her exposed sex towards and against me.

I reached down and fumbled with my hard cock trying to find the path
to glory when I groaned like a trapped bear and my cock began to spurt
its seed upon my parents inner thigh and outer cunt lips.  My groan
turned to a squeal of loss - so fucking close!

Mother held me against her, again standing on both of her bare feet,
her hands gently stroking my messy head of hair.  It was over - the
madness and heat of witnessing that woman's defenceless pleasure was
but a distant memory.  Suddenly I felt exhausted and only half
realized that mother drew me through our house and to her bed as if I
were a small child.

 -*-

I awoke in my mother's bed alone and naked - confused for the first
moment until I remembered it all.  A flood of emotions ran through me
- one of the highest was embarrassment.  I had intended on raping my
mother last night but if not for my premature ejaculation, would have.

The scent of her on the pillow and the sight of her personal effects
in the room caused me to remember her reaction to my aggressive
actions - the sounds of her moans of pleasure, the way she had helped
me free my cock from my jeans or how she had lifted one foot off the
floor and hooked it behind my leg to expose her sex to me.

I had been right about one thing last night, it had been a moment that
would change my life.  I'm just not sure how yet.

I strode naked down to the kitchen, following the smell of cooking, to
find mother standing with her bathrobe at her customary position at
the counter.  Her head turned at my entrance and her eyes flickered
down to my soft hanging member.  I sat down ignoring her look at the
table.

She came over with a plate of bacon and some eggs after a few minutes
and then sat perpendicular to me.  She put one elbow on the table and
rest her head upon it - watching me eat.

At the last bite she asked in a soft voice, "I don't know what is
going on with you Barry but I want you to know I love you." I could
see that mother was holding back her emotions as if she were a damn
about to burst, that she looked concerned.

Her hand reached across the table for her own, her eyes holding mine.

"Do you want to talk about it honey?"

What was there to talk about - while committing a felony last night I
had watched a woman older than her shove a dildo into herself until
falling asleep exhausted.  I recalled what was in my school bag and
stopped myself from jumping up to find it.  Hell, I was supposed to go
to Gord's place after I had done the job - Linda was supposed to be
mine for an hour even.  Even that simple thing I fucked up.

The silence was thick and I felt tears in my eyes that I fought off.
Mother sighed and stood to retreat, frustrated and probably holding
back her anger.  Instead of letting go of that hand holding us
together I drew her firmly towards me.  In surprise mother took the
step to stand before me, her eyes blinking innocently.

Like the man I was not I felt an inner strength creep over my normal
uncertainty, confusion and fear.  I let go of her hand, knowing she
would not retreat, and used both of mine to open the knot about her
robe.  I pushed it wide exposing the pale flesh beneath - my eyes
moving from her wide surprised look to those big sexy white breasts
that were starting to sag.  Then my eyes drifted lower and took in the
groomed kinky brown hair between her legs, my mouth suddenly watering
strangely.

Reaching up I pushed the robe from her shoulders so that it fell to
her feet forgotten.  Mother was trembling slightly as my eyes moved
slowly back up to hers - I could smell her pleasure already coming
from between her thighs.  "You should go finish the dishes mom."

She just blinked, the trembling quickly disappearing, before she
nodded dumbly and turned back to the sink.  My eyes followed her
jutting meaty ass as it moved deliciously with each step.  Without a
doubt I knew it would not have been rape the night before.

 -*-

The bag was where I had dropped it in my fever last night - and I
brought it to my room and stuffing it beneath my desk where I normally
left my school bag.  I then went to the bathroom and took a very long
hot shower - feeling much better when I came out.  The reflection in
the mirror looked different than the confused boy the day before.
Looking past the image I realized that I was different - last night
had changed me.

I found mother in her room seated at her bed with the phone against
her ear.  "I know what it says Jude but god help me I can't resist
him...  yes, yes, I know", a little sad laugh, "... your right,
perhaps I need to get laid more often."  Mother sighed and then seemed
to notice me standing in the doorway watching and listening to her.

Turning I went down to the living room and waited - knowing she would
soon follow.

With her voluptuous mature body moving deliciously mother strode to me
as naked as I had left her an hour before.  She sat across from me and
looked at me nervously.  "How much did you hear honey?"

Enough.  "John is fucking his mom isn't he?"

Mother jerked in surprise, her mouth moving but without a sound.

"I saw the photo in the drawer so don't deny it mom."

Her surprise turned to anger at the realization that I had broken her
privacy.

Before she could attack me verbally I asked another question, "What is
that book 'Mothers Manifesto' you have mom?"

Her reaction took me by surprise - I had only wanted to flank her
attack and defuse it.  Instead she turned a bright red and then
starred nervously down at her hands, as they rubbed insistently at her
bare thighs.  There was something more here I thought - something more
than simply mother trying to seduce me into doing good at school or
John boning his mom.  "How much did you read Barry?"  She couldn't
meet my eyes.

"Enough."  I lied.

Those eyes slowly rose to look at me almost in fear, sadness and love,
"I knew something had changed in you - I never guessed you read it."

Whatever the book was, was intriguing me intensely at this point.

"So you know."  She swallowed thickly and took a deep breath and
looked right at me.  "What do you think?"

This time I was unbalanced, "About what exactly mom?"  I was conscious
of the rise and fall of her large breasts as she breathed.

"About us being secret lovers."

She spoke it so calmly I thought I must have misunderstood.

My silence must have confused her, "The book is right of course, it is
only natural."  She forced a nervous smile at me, "I feel more love
and desire for you than any other person alive Barry."

The days of frustrating peeks of her body, the kinky deals instigated
by her and even the way she had calmly drew my cock from my jeans the
night before so as to fuck her there standing in the hallway - it was
all coming together.  That book - 'Mothers Manifesto' - had to have
been a hell of a book to change the mother I remembered only a short
while before into this naked sexy woman before me.

"So John and his mom?"

Mom nodded affirmatively.  "She was the one that handed me the book.
It worked wonders for their relationship."  Mom had slipped forwards
on the seat, sitting almost anxiously towards me.

"And what you were saying to Jude?"

Mother's face again began to turn red in embarrassment - but not as
deep a colour as before.  "It is true my love I can't resist you.  I
just have to look at you to know it.  It warns about letting this
happen, that I should be the one that calls the shots - but god help
me but I can't."  She looked about to cry and my heart suddenly filled
with empathy for this woman - my mother.  "Jude was telling me the
same thing, that I was a fool for not taking control."

'Taking control', she meant of us - of this new sexual relationship
she was contemplating.  It all fit, the deals for panties, the loose
clothing and even the suggestion of sexual favours if only I stayed
home with her, if I got good marks at school.  I felt violated - used
and mistreated.  She had thought to control me - me!

All my life someone has told me what to do and how to do it.  Dad
bossed me around and then he just up and left.  My teachers.  Gord.
And now mom.

But with mom it was different, I had to realize coldly to myself, she
wanted to control me and knew she had too but had been unable to do
so.  The naked woman across from me was my mother and I had just been
told I held all the cards now.  It would have been an empowering
moment if I had not guessed this power was not already in my hands.
Of course that guy in the mirror this morning was different than the
day before so this knowledge was digested differently - this woman
across from me looked upon differently.

I stood suddenly, realizing I was starting to feel confused and scared
- like the boy in the mirror before today and I didn't like it.  "I
need some time to think about things mom - give me a couple hours and
then bring the book to my room please."

She nodded, suddenly looking scared.  Did she think I would deny her?

 -*-

I closed the door to my room and escaped - and one way to do this was
to get my mind off my mom's voluptuous inviting body was to open my
school bag and see what I had stolen the night before.

Ignoring the jewelry and cash then putting the panty and the dried
sticky dildo to the side, I pulled out the envelopes and disks.

The labels on the disks were initials - 'M and D' along with dates.  I
turned my personal computer on and slipped the disk in - having to
look at the disk itself to see what was on it.  The first was dated
nearly three months before and contained a handful of video files -
all very large.  I opened a media player application and then opened
the first file in the series.

The quality was bad but I saw the office that I had robbed, on the
main floor of the house last night, in black and white - seated behind
the desk, the camera facing it, was the old guy in the print which
hide the safe.  He was seated sideways and before him was a head
moving up and down above his lap.  Some chick was giving the old guy a
blow job and by the looks of that hair, it wasn't the darker mane of
his wife.

I was about to shut it off, not interested in watching the old pervert
fuck some other woman besides his wife when the girl stood up from her
hidden position behind the desk - naked, slight and very sexy.  It was
the guys daughter who bent over the desk, her teenage face facing me
before looking over shoulder and reaching behind herself to spread the
cheeks of her ass.  Dear old dad at that point stood up, his tiny hard
pink dick sticking out of his slacks as he aimed himself - the face of
his daughter registering when he pushed into her.

I was starring at a spot to the right of the camera, her mouth open as
her body rocked violently at each thrust from her father.  He was
speaking and I realized that the video didn't have audio - and after
he spoke she rolled her eyes.  It was at that point that I knew she
was faking it - the pleasure I mean.  I am no expert in the pleasure
of women, of course, but I could see that her face did not register
with the scene - looking disjointed in some ways.

Fast forwarding it was nearly ten minutes of the same hard pounding
incestuous fucking.  The second video file showed them changing
positions - she rolling over onto her back with her thin teenage legs
spread wide and high.  More of the same - the guy fucking his daughter
an incredibly long time.

The third file had him seated back in his chair as he held his dick as
his daughter mounted him - his tongue hanging out of his mouth like a
dog as she lapped at her small breasts and nipples.  Then they were
kissing and it was obvious it was with plenty of tongue.

The final file had him shove his daughter to her knees, her face
turned up and smiling with what I knew as fake pleasure as the old guy
pumped himself onto her face.

My god, are we all so sick and perverted?  Was mom and I just as
disgusting as those two?

Of course I tried another disk - this one in the same office, two
large files just with the daughter doing a strip tease before the desk
- her back turned to the camera for most of it.  I skipped the other
files and tried another disk.

This one had different initials and was dated rather long ago - it
contained the same woman I had watched in the shadows last night.  It
was obviously secretly taken - with her reading a novel of some kind
on her bed, then masturbating.  Almost forty minutes of fucking
herself with the same clear dildo and another smaller toy that she
used in her bottom.  It was rather sexy - here was the woman easier to
see than the shadows from the night before if only in black and white.
I felt suddenly sorry for her - her slob of a husband was cheating on
her with her daughter as well as taking secret videos of her in her
most private of moments.

Two other disks contained the same as the first - scenes involving
incestuous sex with his underage daughter.  The last, though, had him
having sex with another woman - older than his daughter but much
younger than his wife.  He even fucked this one in the ass.  She cried
practically the whole thing even up to the point he shot his load on
her face.  It lead me to believe that it wasn't consensual and I
wondered what kind of filth I had uncovered.

 -*-

Mother came to my room as requested, wearing nothing but a nervous
smile and the red binder.  I calmly took in her voluptuous soft mature
body and realized I could do whatever I wanted with her - a heady
thought and my cock responded accordingly.

She slowly turned red and trembled randomly standing in that one spot
until I reached for the book and she came to sit across from me as I
opened it.

I opened it between us on the top of my bed, mother watching nervously
and silently.  More details came to me this time - how the contents
looked very aged, poor quality as if it were a copy of an old fax or
something.  Turning a few pages in he realized it was written as if
one woman was speaking directly to another and even after a few
paragraphs it was apparent that the book was instructions on how to
seduce and control your son.  It spoke in terms of love and lust, of
secret passions, fantastic sex and even long romantic relationships.
It was written to seduce the woman reading.  The back of the book had
lined pages with dozens of initials, some hand written comments and
even details about how the seduction was done.

I pointed at the last set of initials and asked, "Jude and John?"  Mom
nodded.

Rather dramatically I closed the binder and looked at mom almost
sternly, "Shall we fuck now mom?"  My heart was beating incredibly
fast.

She blinked twice and said nervously, "If that is what you would like
honey?"

What did I want?  Mother's nipples were rock hard and wrinkled
tightly, her shoulder trembled almost constantly and that scent was
drifting up from between her wide soft thighs making my head spin.  I
don't recall feeling so empowered in my life and I liked the feeling.
Mother would do it too - she wanted me to tell her to lay back and
spread her legs or to suck my cock, just looking at her was proof
enough.

But did I want her?  Like that I mean?

There was Linda available to me now - after I deliver the stuff in my
school bag to Gord.  But Linda was a skank - used and boring.

Then there was Sara and my heart leaped at the thought of her.

Mothers hand reached out and touched my knee bringing me back to the
present - to this naked willing woman that was also my own mother.
She wanted this - maybe even needed it.

Rolling over I crawled upon the top of my bed to kneel before her,
pressing her back so that she fell onto her back, her knees spreading
naturally.  It was my first good look of her sex, trimmed pussy, pink
lips already glistening with wetness.

Without any fanfare or foreplay mother reached out and grasped my
cock, guiding it towards that wonderful place between her legs.  I
sunk effortlessly within her body - realizing with surprise at the
tightness deep within her, of the heat and how wet it felt.  Her face
screwed up in instant passion and her back arched her stomach up into
mine - mother moaned loudly and smiled with pleasure.

I began a slow fuck of the soft sexy woman beneath me and realized
nothing but desire in the act.  No lightening bolt shot out of the sky
to strike me - no police showed up to carry us off to jail - I was
simply a teenage guy loosing his virginity with the one woman he could
trust and who loved him more than she could ever express.

Her knees spread even more, coming up almost to her rib cage, those
big titties bouncing hypnotically back and forth on her chest.

I remembered my lessons and bent down to kiss those full red lips, she
instantly accepting me, welcoming me with her hungry tongue.

Mother was going wild beneath me, gyrating and moaning so deliciously,
her sex echoing like a raunchy indescribable symphony.  I was quickly
getting close as mother's hands stroked my chest, my back and even my
clenched buttocks.

"Here it comes mother!"

"Oh God Barry - yes my love - yes!"

My first blast of seed triggered something within my mother and she
began to scream and claw at me before tensing up both inside and out,
my cock pumping itself dry within her as her scream echoed off my
walls.

Her eyes opened just as her body felt as if her body collapsed
exhausted and sweaty - she looked at me as if I were a god.  A look I
have never seen given to me before and I liked it - a lot!  Then her
eyes began to water and I instinctively knew it to be happiness.

 -*-

Mother was humming some unknown tune as she make a big roast beef
supper - my favourite.  I stepped into the kitchen for the third time
since she started to cook and slipped my hand beneath the tee-shirt
she wore, her only garment, to grope her ass as I leaned in to kiss
her neck.  Mom giggled with pleasure and arched her neck for me.

She was available to me I told myself again and I was already thinking
of fucking her soon - maybe right here in the kitchen!  It was naughty
and deliciously sexy - my mom on the floor, maybe on her knees, as I
fucked in and out of that hot wet cunt of hers.  It caused my head to
spin and my cock to jerk perceptibly.

Then the phone rang and I sighed disappointed and mother giggled again
playfully as I withdrew from her.  She wasn't going any where, I knew
that for a fact.

The voice on the phone tore me back to the reality of my life, "That
you Barry?"

It was Gord.  "Hi Gord - I have been meaning to call..."

"Listen you little prick.  We know you got the stuff okay.  So why
didn't you come by last night - are you holding out on us fuck nuts?"

My heart turned cold suddenly and I thought I better explain rather
quickly.  "It didn't go as you guys said it would Gord - the mom was
home and I was stuck in the house until she fell asleep."

"Why didn't you come back after you were done?"  His voice sounded
less angry.

"Man, it was almost morning and my mom was freaking when I got home."
An exaggeration perhaps but close enough to the truth to be
believable.

"Okay okay.  So when you going to bring it?"  He didn't sound like he
was being very patient.

"I can probably bring over before supper - but then mom made a nice
supper and..."

"In fifteen minutes then.  I suggest you don't stand us up again."  He
hung up rather firmly.

I stood there breathing heavily with the old fear and confusion coming
back.  Behind me, back in the kitchen mom was humming happily but I
knew life wasn't going to be as simple as all that.

 -*-

I carried my skateboard over to Gord's place - not caring if I was
within the 15 minute demand or not.  This gave me time to think - most
of what I thought of was of mother, being inside her, fucking her and
how god damned great that felt!

Jason led me to Gord who sat on that same ratty couch rolling a joint.
"Show me."  He didn't even look up.

It was Jason that took the bag from me and poured the contents out
onto the floor - jewelry and the cash.  Gord finally looked up from
his joint, glaring at the mess on the floor before turning his gaze
upwards.

"That was it?"

I just shrugged rather convincing, "Thats it."  No disks, no dildo or
panties.

He didn't look happy.  Linda came through the doorway and stood there
watching me as if seeing me for the first time.

I realized she meant nothing to me and I had no sexual interest in
her.

"What else did you expect?"  I starred at Gord blankly.

He sat there glaring at me for a long while, possibly considering that
I was lying.  Or more accurately, noticing that something within me
had changed - that I was a different person than the one he had sent
out to rob this place.  Gord turned back to his joint, finishing it up
with a lick to seal it.  Finally, he spoke, "Where are the disks?"

A shot of fear hit me in the gut when I realized he know about the
disks.  I had left them out of the bag not because I wanted to kept
the filth, or to somehow protect the girl or her incestuous father -
no, I did it to protect that lonely middle-aged woman that had
masturbated for me.  Gord had no way to know if I had found disks or
not, "Thats what came out of the safe if you believe me or not." I
said pointing to the pile on the floor.

Gord lite his joint and starred at me through the thick smoke drifting
up before him.

It was Jason that spoke up after nearly a minute of silence, "This is
going to fuck up our plan Gord?"

Gord looked at his crew member with disdain, "There is another way."

"There is?"  Evidently even Linda knew more than I did about what the
hell was going on.

Gord sighed, as if disgusted at having to explain his plan to retards.
"We'll have to film the old man ourselves.  Just to be sure."

Jason started to smile and nod, Linda just turned her attention to the
join in Gord's hand.

At this point I had enough and asked the obvious question, "What is
going on?"

Gord waved to Jason to explain as if I were not worth his time, "The
slut came to us, wanting to blackmail her father for revenge - and the
old man is fucking loaded."

"The daughter set this up?"

Jason laughed at my stupidity, "Who do you think gave you the number
for the alarm?  Moron."

"You said you would take me to Disney Land Gord?"  Linda was actually
whining.

Gord rolled his eyes in content, "Just another day or two Linda -
don't fucking go nuts on me."

Jason seemed to realize that I was standing there - a liability, and
looked threatening at me while asking the head of his crew.  "What do
with do with this worm Gord?"

Gord didn't even look up.  "Don't say a word about this to anyone
Gord.  Okay?"

Who was I going to tell?  "Of course."

"Give us a couple days to consider your entrance into my crew.  Give
us a call alright?"

"Sure Gord."  I backed out of there with a breath of pleasure.  I
could care less if I ever saw Gord or the rest of his crew again or
not.

 -*-

Mother watched me as I studied her wide nipple as if there was going
to be a test later.

I was feeling quite good - having withheld the incriminating disks
from Gord and had gotten out of there with with my head in one piece.
On top of that I had lost my virginity that same day and feeling
better about myself than I ever remember feeling.

Just a short while before I had lain naked while I read Mother's
Manifesto - amazed and shocked as well as titillated.  Mom lay at my
side sucking me slowly, leisurely and very lovingly.


 -*-

It was a Sunday that I had never had before.  Mother was happier than
I can ever remember, walking around half dressed giving me little
glances my way to let me know that she was available if I should want
anything.  And I simply felt different.  Maybe it was loosing my
virginity and then spending nearly a whole day fucking but I knew it
was something else - I felt older for one.

Mother left me lay around in her bed until nearly noon when she
playfully dragged me to the shower - experiencing another first,
sharing the task of cleansing is very enjoyable.

Mothers Manifesto was enlightening - revealing why my own parent had
been acting so queer these last weeks, while also being rather
shocking to be thought of in that way.  Was it true that most guys
looked at their mother's in some sexual light?  But what of the
details on how to subdue and subjugate the son's - my words not the
manifestos'.  Why had that not happened between mother and I?

Oh she tried, to be sure.  The deals - flesh for marks, staying at
home, better grades.  That was all out of this sordid essay.  Mother's
attempts at this had failed, I was still my own person - oh sure I
suddenly felt and was thinking differently but it wasn't due to
anything mother did had it?

"Mom?"

She looked up pleasantly from her book, where she sat perpendicular to
me on the couch, feel and calves on my lap.  A nice lazy Sunday.

"Do you remember Sara?"

Mom frowned in thought, "Your fourth grade teacher?"

My face was becoming warm, embarrassed and I suddenly thought that
this was not such a good idea after all.  I endured though, "No, the
block over.  You remember - the girl that played the angel in the
Christmas play from grade one?"

Mother smiled at the memory - watching her little boy play one of the
Wise Men bringing gifts to the baby Jesus.  I think there is still a
video tape around here somewhere that dad took.  "That shy little
thing?"

I didn't take this comment negatively, Sara had always been very quiet
and is still rather small for her age.  I nodded, "Yes.  What do you
think if I asked her out for next weekend?"

Mother's eyes shifted for only a moment - but enough for me to realize
that this was not as black and white a topic as I wished.  Here we
were seated together so intimately, one of my hands pawing her smooth
soft calf as both of us read - secret lovers - satisfied from a night
of pleasure.  I was asking about another woman like the moron I was.

Mother calmly spoke, "Do you think this the best time to 'date'
Barry?"

I shrugged but knew that answer was not enough, that to be responsible
means standing up for yourself and what you believing in.  "Mom, I
have been in love with her since we were in the first grade together.
And I really care about her."  My tongue felt thick and I had to force
it to continue to work.  "Its not about sex okay - it is about wanting
to be a part of her life."  I didn't want to say it out loud but
mother was a great sexual outlet - why did I need another?

Mother's face slowly softened and her eyes watered so that two drops
of tears rolled down her cheeks.

That caused me to become defencive, "I knew I shouldn't have said
something - you would never had understood!"  I pushed her feet off of
my lap in anger.

Mother sat up and spun around to straddle my thighs with hers, her
hands holding my shoulders against the back of the couch.  "Now listen
here Barry...", her voice softened considerably, "it has been a crazy
couple of weeks and hearing that my baby wants to date is a little
surprising."

With moist lips, mother kissed me tenderly until my ebbing anger
allowed me to kiss back.

"Sara seems to be a wonderful girl Barry - I am very happy for you."

I had to blink about a dozen times before her words sunk in.  "Then
you aren't mad?"

Mother nodded negatively, "Not in the least.  I want you to promise me
that you will still be home and studying on the school nights okay
buster?"

I nodded quickly, "Of course mom."

She looked a little sad suddenly, "And I want you to promise to keep
your old mom company in her bed too?"

Perhaps thats what this was all about - mother was worried that now we
had finally coupled that it should be ruined so quickly after it had
started.  My hands slipped around the soft hips to grasp the buttocks
upon my lap.  I pulled her into my chest for a kiss which all too
quickly became passionate.

Mother's hands slipped from my shoulders down between us, loosing the
drawstring on my sweat pants - drawing me out, stroking me to full
hardness.  She then rose up onto her knees, aimed and then descended -
impaling herself to her very depths.

With a loud sigh of pleasure her eyes clasped shut as I just watched
my parent intently.  The manifest had said to use love to get the life
you wanted your son to have - and mother was probably thinking that
this was exactly what she was doing.  But I knew her too well, she
needed this new relationship with her son more than I did - we were
forever joined, no matter what our futures held for the other.

Mother began to move slowly up and down upon my lap, her sex already
hot and very wet, my fingers slipping further to fondle her tiny hard
wrinkled little anus.  Mother smiled at the touch and pressed her ass
back just enough to impale my digit to the first knuckle.

"Yes Barry...!  Even there... yes, I would do anything for you my
love... anything!"

Her movements were becoming more aggressive, desperate.

We had awoke that morning with a nice long lazy fuck I wasn't feeling
the need to finish any time soon.  My mind recalled Gord's stupid plan
- the only real victim there was not the daughter but the ignorance of
the mother.  If I anonymously sent the disks to the mom she would
certainly have the upper hand - the same that Gord had wanted over the
old man.  Sure it was cruel and it would hurt her - but her life was a
lie already?

I pulled mother's tee-shirt over her head leaving her naked upon my
lap - those big fleshy breasts bouncing delightfully before my very
eyes.

Tomorrow I will ask Sara to go to a movie next weekend - some chick
flick that she would enjoy.  I didn't doubt that she would accept -
remembering how she had looked at me last, touching my arm almost
nervously.

I wanted to laugh - life seemed to just make sense now, it wasn't
scaring and confusing any more.

Yes, I would court Sara - not doing anything that she felt
uncomfortable with.  In the meantime I would fuck mother - nothing
could get me to stop that now that I've started.  Her soft curvy body
was nothing less than delicious and I felt overjoyed to 'own' it for
myself.

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