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. --