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 The Couch - by J.Arthur -

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   Alan and his single mum Angela have a hard life.  Forced to live in
cheap digs, barely surviving.  With little room or furniture.  They spend
most of their time sitting on the couch.  While doing homework, now fifteen
year old Allan progressively over time explores his Mum's rear thighs while
she is asleep on her side on the couch.  (Fm, inc, mast, rom, cons, m1st
preg)

   ***

   I'm Allan by the way...  At twenty four I recently completed my
engineering degree in computer science and electronic engineering.

   Shortly before graduating, being recommended by my lecturer, I was
offered and accepted a position with a large electronics company developing
software for the company's electronic controllers plus other computer based
industrial electronic equipment they manufacture for industry.

   This is my first job in the work force, being young and keen to do my
bit for society not to mention the fortnightly wage packet.  The job itself
is nothing flash as far as engineering technologies goes, just a routine
job with a large diverse international company with few bells and whistles.

   I'm required to turn up at eight am with the factory work force to be on
hand if any problems arise, starting the trouble shooting process of the
problem before the remaining two company electronic engineers arrive in
working office hours.  Otherwise I plod along, writing and testing the code
for the jobs I have been assigned.

   After I have twelve month experience with the company my contract
requires me to move interstate to oversee a newly planned production plant
the company is building for government contracts recently signed which
resulted in my employment.

   Being the newest and youngest member of the engineering office, I get
the...  shall we say, mundane jobs the other two engineers would rather
avoid.

   Stan, next in line in the hierarchy in our office, specialises in
programming temperature controlling devices, like what he is currently
working on for a line of specialised continuous conveyor baking ovens.  His
job is to modify the controller's software to satisfy the customer's unique
requirements.  Like at the moment is busy with the controllers requiring
different operating characteristics from our standard product model.

   Then there's Ken.  He's in charge of the engineering office, with many
years experience, guiding me through my teething problems of joining my
first company and the work force.  Showing me how to organise myself with
the tasks I'm to do.

   Ken is a long time older employee that started like myself, just out of
university in his case when the company was first establishing itself in
this country.  Ken of course works on the bells and whistles stuff.  He is
currently redesigning one of the company's controllers to accept extra
inputs plus work faster for a production line baking painted products for a
military missile contract with some distinctly unique requirements in the
process to do with radar absorption material or something we don't need to
know about apart from how to get the material to stick on the surface then
bake it on.

   As I said I'm a plodder.  Yes I was smart enough to finish my degree in
five years instead of the usual four.  Thanks mainly to my Mum.

   Things have never come easy for me.  When at school I seem to put in
twice the effort of other students to achieve mediocre grades.  It seemed
to go with my character.  I don't stand out in the crowd, I kind of blend
in the background.  I was hiding behind the door when my father's good
looks were handed out, so Mum says.  I have curly brown hair and I'm a
little thickset for my height, as mum tells me with a smile.  You see I
take after her.

   My mum is my rock.  It was her love and belief in me.  When she would
arrive home from work, gently pressuring me to do my homework when I would
rather be doing other things.  You know how it is, nothing specific, as
long as it wasn't homework.

   Understanding the value of a good grounding in the three R's.  Mum being
the one when I had homework, urging me on by my side, helping when she
could, pushing gently when I needed pushing.  Badgering when it was needed.
Sometimes she made life downright difficult for me.  You see she wanted me
to do well.  Maybe she could see something in me I couldn't.

   Fortunately my weak subjects were English, Geography and History...  oh
year, I forgot chemistry.  So it was Mum who guided me towards Engineering
where these 'weaker subjects' were not vital in the overall scheme of
things.  If it had not been for Mum pushing me, I would have gone along
with the easy flow, receiving poor scores at school and would now be
working on a dirty factory floor for a third the wages I now receive.

   I do have a liking for electronics.  Mum making sure I had the latest
computer she could afford on her income for my studies before I went to
college.  I mean back then, lap tops were unheard of unless you were filthy
rich, so it was a cheaper 'clone' PC's that were flooding the market that
she brought.

   Mum went without for me when I was growing up.  Then we lived in a small
two bedroom flat in a cheaper suburb closer to her work.  Later
fortunately, within an hour's travelling by bus to my collage.  I know she
hardly ever brought herself anything except work clothes and shoes only
when they were really needed.  Then mostly from the 'Thrifty Shop'.

   After I finished school, going on to college, my uniform became less
expensive as I wore casual jeans and cardigans with 'T' shirts.  Mother
detested my wearing sneakers.  Of course all from the Thrifty Shop.

   Well I suppose by now you are wondering about my dad.  Mum wondered
about that too.  She told me as soon as there was a hint of a pregnancy he
took off in a cloud of dust so thick Mum would say she didn't see which way
he went.  We would laugh at that together, although many years later.

   I was nearly two years old she told me, when she found the money to hire
a lawyer to find him, getting him into court to pay maintenance.  He had in
the meantime started another family so the payments were patchy and as I
grew older petered out.  Mum explained it was not worth perusing as the
lawyer and court cost were more than the payments.

   There was a small separate income apart from mum's wages, which scraped
us through in those early years, when we lived in the one roomed flat she
rented originally before I was born.  Her Grandmother on her father's side
had left her her stock in the family retail business.

   Mum would have gone to work in that business but her little
indiscretion, (that's me) saw her not welcome in either the family home or
the family business, because she would not 'get rid of it'.  Having just
finished school went out to work at an opposition store, not that far away
in the next suburb.  I did mention we lived in a cheap one bedroom flat at
the beginning?

   We rarely saw her parents, that's my grandparents.  As they were still
put out that their only daughter had become an unmarried mother, tarnishing
the family's good name.  Mum told me back then, it was a terribly
embarrassing phenomenon for all involved.  Mum told me the generation
before that didn't have unwed mothers because the father of the girl would
stick a shotgun in the backside of the boy and march him up the isle to his
daughter.  I know it hurt her deeply about her family.

   I can just remember some of the bad times in the middle of winter when I
was about six we were freezing cold without money for heat, cuddling up in
bed together fully dressed to keep warm of a night.  Those winters seemed
endlessly long.

   Things for us did gradually improve when we had enough money for
electric heating and hot water in later years.  I don't remember but Mum
said we hardly had enough to eat at times.  And I have no doubt Mum would
go without to see I didn't.

   I also suspected (when I was older) she had prostituted herself in those
early days on occasions in our apartment block as she would mention she had
to pop up to Mr.  so and so flat when I was very young, leaving me on my
own.  I vaguely remember there was some drama Mum had with a supposed
mugger knocked her around about then too, because she didn't want the cops
involved.  I never asked as I am sure she would never tell what she went
though in those early years for us to survive.

   So that is roughly how I grew up.  I see the turning point of our lives
when we moved into the two bedroom flat in a better neighbourhood.  The
economy had picked up in those early to middle years of my schooling. 
Mother was doing well with her sales commissions, so the stocks were doing
well also.

   I was about fourteen years old when Angel came into my life.  Angel was
suddenly there, larger than life, the woman of my dreams, my soul mate, the
woman I just knew I would spend the rest of my life with.

   First let me dwell here for a second or so.  I know I'm not the sharpest
knife in the kitchen.  But the words 'soul mate' I can't think of a more
appropriate matching of words for a situation than soul mates.  There must
be a word for it but English remember.  (Even I can see the words go
together like a hand in a glove or hand in a sock, as I grin to myself. 
Yes I'm a sock man.  No don't get the wrong idea now, that's Mrs.  Palmer
and her daughters.  (That's the latest in joke with the boy's at school).

   At that tender age, the revelation of a soul mate hit me, shocking me to
my boot straps...  sneaker laces.  This revelation was so earth shattering,
my young mind couldn't comprehend the sudden change.  For days I walked
around in a dream as my mind grew accustom to the change.  My mum Angela,
named after her great grandmother had suddenly become my Angel.

   You may see the word association but I didn't.  I remember seeing on my
great grandmother's dressing table when I was very young just before she
died, two oval picture frames of the Ark Angel Gabriel hovering outside an
upper story gable attic room window with a female helper angel at hand.

   I thought, that helper angel, was the most beautiful female form, I had
ever seen in my young mind.  Today I would call her the sexiest, most
desirable woman I had ever seen...  Well the point I'm trying to make is my
Mum looked nothing like her.

   Anyway, what was Gabriel doing hovering outside someone's bedroom window
in the middle of a moonlight night without his horn?  Well maybe he just
wasn't excited yet.  'Now I told you about the kitchen knives.'

   My mum Angela looked more like a cherub you would see in the old
master's paintings.  Well not quite, Mum was a little heavy and what made
it worse, she was short, all of five foot four and a half inches of her in
her underwear she would say.  'I never did get that'.

   She would assure me I got my good looks from her.  (Haaa see, she hadn't
looked in the mirror for some time obviously).  Well I could boast I was
two inches taller than her in the buff with the tip of my erect penis
coming up past her belly button by an inch.  When we were standing toe to
toe pressing against each other.  (Now I'm getting a little ahead of myself
aren't I)?

   What I'm saying is, neither of us are candidates for pin-up posters. 
That was brought home to me in the next few years when the girls would
ignore me.  It was crushing to my ego, (which was something I didn't know I
had), but it made me realise with my shy awkward nature I was destine to be
a loner.

   I would live in hope that some girl would take pity on me, even smile at
me but it never happened.  Whenever we had to pair up for chemistry classes
(which I hated remember) before I went to collage to do a project, I
usually ended up with another plodding dork like myself to do the
experiment with as there were more boys in our class than girls.  Yes two,
exactly two, would you believe.

   I can distinctly remember another turning point in our lives back when I
was twelve, wrapped in mum's arms on the couch (see, there it is) crying my
dam eyes out because not one of the girls I asked, would go to the school
dance with me.  I lost heart after asking the fourth one.

   Being so dejected, no, gutted, by the experience, I never went to
another school function except graduation.  I can remember laying in mum's
arms, lying back on that couch for hours on that occasion as she tried to
calm me as I kept holding onto her crying my dam heart out.

   The feeling of her soft well proportioned breast against my upper body
was the most wonderful feeling I had ever had.  I had an erection that
lasted for all the time she held me and a good time after.  In the end she
had to get up to go to the toilet breaking the spell.

   Our couch was the place where it seemed to me to be no man's land,
between Mum and myself.  Ever since I can remember we had that old thing.
It was given to Mum by a co-worker who had brought a new one, dropping it
off for us.  I can just remember her husband helping Mum carry it up the
stairs to our second floor one bedroom apartment.

   I must have been six or seven at the time.  It was the only piece of
lounge furniture we were to have for nearly fifteen or so years.  It was
nothing fancy mind you, just a plain design that you wouldn't call real
comfortable but it was better than sitting on the floor.  There was no TV
till I was eight I remember and that came from a fire sale from one of the
branches where mum worked with the cabinet being water damaged.

   We did have a radio which I remember we would have on most of the time
playing music in the background while we were home.

   The couch became the centre of our existence at home, no matter what. 
We would eat our dinner while watching the news.  I would then do my
homework with my feet curled up under me laying back against a cushion as I
leaned against Mum's hip who would also have her feet tucked up under her
mostly in her dressing gown as she read a magazine or book or we talked
with me spooned against her hip as I would cuddle into her side.

   I would lean in against her when I was reading for homework, with my
head on her upper arm and shoulder but mainly I would use her hip which she
would jut out for me so I could use it to rest my homework book to write
in, with my other books spread around.

   After some time, I found it quite comfortable.  I don't know how mum
felt because there was never a complaint from her.  Sometimes she did groan
when she got up to go to bed.

   That couch became the centre of our world.  By the time I was fifteen we
were still sitting together on the couch.  By then I was deep into the
homework cycle.  I don't know, but having someone to discuss the problem or
talk too aloud as I went through the exercises was more than comforting
helping me a lot.

   Mum would go to sleep towards the end most times where I started to cop
a feel of her left breast if her arm was in the right position.  Over time
I learnt to gently rub her nipple till it stood at attention through her
dressing gown and bra.

   Sometimes she would wake to find me busy writing in my homework book as
she looked down at her nipples then look back at me to see if I had seen
her arousal.  Mum would pull her dressing gown tighter around herself then
settled down again.

   I would grin to myself as I ease my erection back against her bum.  Once
Mum looked around at me when she felt me do it then went back to her
reading.  You see I had got in the habit of resting my book on her raised
hip as she was partly turned away from me.  Remember her hips were not
exactly narrow.  Child bearing was the description I was to learn in later
years.  Anyway it was ideal for me to rest my homework book on as a
makeshift table.

   Being pressed up against Mum's broad bum did things to my penis.  Mum
would catch me blushing now and then.  She strangely said nothing, turning
back to her book while I went on fantasising about her hidden treasure
nestled only inches from my erection, separated by three or four layers of
clothing between us.

   As my homework load increased as I progressed through school the more
time I seemed to spend on the couch with mum after dinner.

   I became more adventurous as time went on.  Mum had had a talk with me
when I was twelve about the birds and bees.  I could never understand why
it was about cross species sex, the dirty little buggers, and why the birds
and bees?  She never explained that either.  Well why not ladies and dogs
or ladies and horses.  It doesn't sound the same does it?  You see, I used
to listen at times on the edge of a huddle of boys from my class at recess
when they were always discussing such stuff that someone had seen pictures
of or heard about from an older brother.

   Later on I found sometimes over time, if mum was sitting just right I
could slide her dressing gown up from the back of her folded legs, enough
to feel her panties and discover to my surprise she was wet.  I had an idea
at first if she had wet her pants but thinking about it, it didn't smell
like that so I figured she may be discharged fluid like I did when I was
excited which was a sign maybe Mum was excited as well.

   I didn't understand if I was getting her excited when she was asleep or
when she was awake earlier.  She had me fooled if she was awake because it
sure sounded like she was asleep.

   I remember the first time I found the courage, I was almost sixteen. 
With my heart pounding in my chest like a drum, with trembling fingers, I
slowly pushed my fingers toward her panties from the back into the vee
between her inner thighs where they were wet.

   Mum groaned but didn't stir.  I froze for a time, then when nothing
happened I got a little more adventuress, sliding my finger slowly under
the leg band of her panties, wiggling slowly back and forth in the
restricted confines trying to get my finger between the sopping wet cloth
and hair covered skin, Mum groaned louder.

   In fright I slipped my finger out real quick.  Pushing her nightgown
back making out I was doing my homework on her hip when she looked round.

   That was my first real feel of a woman's genitals, breasts I figured
don't count course they stick out, easy to get at.  That experience lasted
me months of masturbation.  Well till the next better experience.

   There was a time when I developed the habit of letting my knee press in
between her thighs when she was awake as I reached for a reference book on
the seat beside me.  Mum would look around at me finding there was a
perfectly valid reason for the pressing sliding knee, which seemed to
placate her as she would settle again.  Over time I grew tired of this as
it was doing nothing for me but getting Mum used to the idea of me pressing
into her there.

   A few weeks after that first night of pressing with my knee Mum went to
sleep again beside me while I was doing homework.  She did seem very tired
these days, going to sleep on the couch as I worked.  I had slowly eased
her dressing gown up on this occasion, I couldn't feel her nightgown which
must have ridden up.  I let my fingers slowly slide down the back of her
thigh towards where I knew her genitals would be.  'Genitalia' what a
stupid ugly sounding word.  Yes I know it's from Latin, I looked it up in
my dictionary.

   Letting the back of my fingers slide down her skin now being bolder with
a little experience.  I was letting her body curves guide my fingers.  Only
a couple of inches to go I guessed, my fingers were trembling.  I just knew
I was going to muck it up and she was going to wake up discovering me with
my fingers in her panties, that would be the end of everything.  She
probably wouldn't sit on the couch with me any more but I couldn't stop
myself could I.

   Pressing on ever so slowly listening to her breathing.  I don't know how
I didn't wake her as my fingers were trembling so badly.  To my surprise I
felt pubic hair, lots of it, matted and wet then there was warm wet skin as
my fingers pressed deeper then began to slide.

   Suddenly I realised.  Where the hell were her panties?  There were none,
she wasn't wearing any.  My god I had hit the jackpot!  My penis was rock
hard, so hard it hurt.  I had to relieve the bending of my shaft in my
pants.  It hurt so bad I had to pull my fingers away from between her legs
to relieve the pain.

   Stretching yawning, as if I was tired to cover my action as I jammed my
hand down my pants releasing my erection.  I settled back down against
Mum's soft worm hip, leaning against her arm I whispered.  "Goodnight
Angel." Her head came up from the back cushion it was resting on twisting
she gave me her cheek to kiss so I aimed for the corner of her mouth.

   I began to rise when she took my right hand as I lifted it off her hip
raising it to her mouth, she kissed my fingers affectionately.  As I turned
on the couch collecting my homework books heading for my room with my groin
covered.

   As soon as I shut my bedroom door, placing the books on the dresser I
stripped my clothes off then threw myself on my bed rolling on my side I
dived into the pile of dirty washing beside my bed looking for one of my
discarded socks.

   I was gasping for air as the sock was slipped over my erection as I
began beating the shit out of it with one hand while clasping the base and
my balls with the other.  About five strokes before I groaned through my
gritted teeth as the fiercest and longest, most excruciating, delightfully
beautiful climax I had ever experienced burst into the woollen vagina.

   This vagina was squeezing my hard erection like a gloved vice.  I
collapsed onto the bed going straight to sleep as soon as I finished
pumping my seed.  The experience had been so stressful in a nice way I went
out like a dam light forgetting the bedroom light.

   Waking a little after two in the morning, with the light still on,
laying prone face down on my bed, cold and stiff.  Being drowsy from an
exhausted deep sleep, my fuddled brain was not logical as I struggled off
the bed, switching off the light, as I opened the door, heading down the
passage.  Mum's bedroom door was ajar as I knew it would be.  She always
left it ajar in case I needed her.  Well daa, I needed her now.

   Stumbling my way into her room, going to the other side of the bed.  My
side, in my mind.  I climbing into bed beside Mum, she was laying on her
side with her back to me as I cuddled into her back feeling her body warmth
and comforting softness.

   "Allen, what are you doing?" she asked alarmed as I cuddled in waking
her.  I clung to her tightly murmuring.  "I need to hold you Angel." There
was silence for some time then.  "We can't do this Allan." It was too late
I was asleep.  I didn't feel her hand move back over me feeling my hip,
realising I was naked.  There was a sharp intake of breath then she was
quite for a while as I slept deeply.  I did not feel her hand resting on my
hip and bum cheek as she went back to sleep.

   Awakening to her stern voice bringing me out of the most beautiful sleep
I could remember.  "Allen what the hell do you think you're doing?" I came
awake instantly.  I could feel something dragging on my erection as I
realised mum was upset about something.

   "Allan you can't do this.  You're too old to be sleeping in my bed.  You
can't sleep with Mummy any more." I watched in stunned silence as she threw
the bed covers back, as she slipped off the bed heading for the bathroom.
Before she disappeared out the door I could see her nightgown had climbed
up her back with the crack in her bum cheeks wet.

   Realisation hit me as I looked down to see my penis at full mast oozing
precum from the head.  I realised then I must have got a woody cuddled up
to mum and she felt it, getting upset.

   What I didn't see on the way to the bathroom, Mum slipped her fingers
into her bum crack into my goo then slipped them in her mouth to taste to
see if I had a wet dream and shot my load near her vagina.  She was
relieved when she didn't taste sperm but to be safe she headed for the
shower.

   I got out of her bed and sulked back to my bedroom.  I couldn't see the
danger I posed to my mother.  I of course didn't understand that there was
sperm in everything I dripped from the end of my penis to one degree or
another.  All highly dangerous to a woman not on birth control.

   Mum did not seem as upset as she was when we sat down to breakfast.  I
was expecting a tirade which to my complete surprise did not eventuate. 
She was quite calm and collected when she looked me in the eye telling me I
could not sleep with her again, explaining I was too old for a boy to be
sleeping with his mother.

   I was going to protest when Mum put her hand up to me in a stop gesture,
I understood that was the end of it, no amount of arguing on my part I knew
would change the outcome.

   Shattered, I immediately dropped into a dark mood with tears welling in
my eyes.  I stormed out of the flat heading for school minus my homework
and lunch a half hour early.  Lucky my bus pass was in my wallet.

   I did not see her cry as she dressed for work washing her face before
applying her make-up, washing the tear stains away.  She knew she had hurt
me.  Being a teenage boy not understanding the full implications being
selfish where my affections towards Angel were concern.

   Imagine my surprise when arriving home that evening mum sang out as
usual as she came through the door, being a little late having done
shopping.  To my further surprise she sat on the couch next to me.  I think
I realised then it was the bed that was out of bounds, not both like I
imagined.  I felt better but for the life of me I could not see the
difference.

   Warming to her I managed to hug her as we sat side by side.  Imagine my
surprise when I found she had brought takeaway and it wasn't anyone's
birthday.  I was ecstatic as there was still the couch.

   It took a week or so to get back to normal.  Well as normal as I could
figure it.  It was a Friday night as we normally stayed up to ten even
eleven sometimes.  I think mum was being nice to me because it was after
ten, I was stretching my homework out as she was beside me with her head on
the couch cushion with her feet tucked up under her while breathing heavy,
asleep.

   My hand was trembling again.  It was slowly easing its way from in
behind lifting her dressing gown and nightgown.  I couldn't believe it,
there was no panties again.  Her crutch was wet and slippery as before.  I
was easing the tips of my fingers down along her pussy lips.  That's what
the boys called them at school.  Dam they were hot plus so slippery.

   Angel was quite, she hadn't moved as I slowly felt round.  I had no real
knowledge of what I was doing with her anatomy but I was in heaven.  This
time I made sure my erection was not caught in the folds of my pants as I
constantly checked it with my other hand.

   I began to explore a little, sliding my fingers a little deeper feeling
her shudder in her sleep as I felt a hard little bump of skin.  I giggled
to myself as I explored on easing my fingers back as they sank deeper.  My
fingers were going slowly into her body.

   Angel stiffen then growl in her sleep.  I eased out feeling her settled
as I held still waiting for her to wake.  She didn't, so I went back to
slowly rubbing at the front where there was no noises from her.  Well not
then anyway.

   It was nearly midnight, I wondered when she was going to wake up
catching me feeling her as I had my other hand on her left breast slowly
stroking the hard nipple.  Suddenly mum groaned in her sleep that sounded
like.  "Harder." Well I shit myself thinking I had woken her, now in
trouble, again pulling my fingers out.

   I straightened myself then lent back over her kissing her on the cheek
being surprised how easily she woke.  "What time is it?" she asked as she
looked at the cheap mantle battery clock.  "Gosh it's almost midnight." She
looked at me asking.  "Did you fall asleep too darling?"

   Being surprised when she didn't wait for an answer untangling her legs,
putting them on the floor rising to her feet a little unsteadily.  I could
see the dressing gown had caught up where I had lifted it seeing a flash of
her bum and her wet crutch as she pulled the garment out not seemingly to
notice as it fell into place.

   My homework book was in my lap to cover my embarrassment.  I was
astonished I had got away with it.  "Time for bed Allen." Was the last she
said as she sleepily went to the toilet.

   As soon as mum had gone to the toilet then to her bedroom I went to my
room looking for two socks tonight.  Did they get a beating.  I couldn't
believe I had felt up my Mum.  I had of course heard the boys talking at
school about fingering the girls, boasting they had been, which I very much
doubted, the loud mouths.

   Here I was, Allan the plodding dork, without a true friend or girlfriend
well even that wasn't true now was it, I had Angel.  I slept like a log
that night I'm sure with a smile from ear to ear.

   Mum had to rouse me as I was dead to the world when she came in to my
bedroom.  I was greeted with a cheery good morning when I entered the
kitchen.  My breakfast was waiting when I sat down.  Mum was still in her
dressing gown as she poured out my milk.  I watched her very closely.

   Looking up at her smiling, glad to see her happy.  To my surprise Mum
leaned down kissing me on the lips.  I couldn't believe it, what had I
done? Well I had an idea but that did not really jell because I couldn't
see the difference of being in the bed or on the couch.  (remember, the
knife).

   Then she looked seriously at me as she lent down into my face saying. 
"You know not to tell anyone what happens here darling." I looked back into
her piercing eyes nodding saying.  "I wouldn't tell mother." Her face broke
into a smile then she leaned forward kissing me gently on the lips with her
eyes shut.  Wow.

   Something had happened between us, suddenly being barred from the
bedroom didn't seem so important.  I couldn't wait for tonight.

   We did our chores as usual.  Mid afternoon we had a break while we were
waiting for the washing machine to finish its cycle.

   To my surprise mum sat on the opposite end of the couch to normal,
laying back in the corner lifting her inner leg up onto the couch cushion,
opening it wide as she turned at an angle jamming herself in the corner. 
Her dress was a loose one, laying on the cushion between her open legs as
she hitched it up some.  Patting the cushion in the gap for me to sit.

   I sat back between her legs as she opened them wider for me as I sat
back leaning against her body.  I felt her arms go around my waist with her
hands folded together.  I did not see the danger here till my erection grew
to full mast.  I felt her intake of breath as she felt it rise up under her
hands.

   "Sorry Mum." I tried to apologise as I was embarrassingly solid.  "I
can't help it." I tried to excuse my libido as our drinks were left on the
coffee table.  I felt her arms tighten around me as she cuddled into my
back as her hands tightened rubbing over my erection.  I gasped with
surprise as she giggled letting me go as she lay back lifting her drink
from the coffee table.

   We sat there in silence, I had my left hand on her upper thigh, this was
awkward for me but I wasn't going to move before she did.  Too soon I felt
mum squeeze me again as she had finished her drink saying.  "The washing
machines finished." Patting then with a firm rub on my still solid
erection. Opening her arms for me to get up, mum headed towards the kitchen
to refill the washer and dryer.

   Mum didn't look at me as she went about her work.  My erection, it
seemed like, lasted the rest of the afternoon.  I could not rush off to my
bedroom to relieve it as Mum would know.  She did not seem to notice my
condition which I was trying my best to hide.

   Mum offer me to do my homework during the afternoon.  I did not see the
smile as I refused telling her I would do it tonight as usual.  Well for me
anyway.  I thought after, maybe she was serious, maybe I missed an
opportunity.  Dam.

   After dinner Mum seemed to be busy doing things for ages.  The dryer was
still going as she finished the washing up as I sat impatiently on the
couch waiting for her to join me as I pretended to do homework dragging it
out.

   Finally she joined me as we cuddled up as usual.  To my disappointment
Mum switched on the TV to watch a move which had started early.  So we
watched the move together as I put my books down cuddling into her back and
side.

   I was surprised when Mum twisted her shoulders lifting her arm placing
her arm around my shoulder hugging me to her with my cheek against the side
of her breast.  It felt soft and unrestrained as I cuddled in.  she had
untwisted her hip so my erection was pressing into the side of her bum
cheek.

   When the movie was over Mum got up going to the toilet then made a drink
for us.  I got serious with the rest of my homework as she turned for me so
I could use her hip as usual.  I cuddled in going to work.

   It was quite as I looked at the mantle clock.  It was after eleven.  I
had done most of my homework and would finish the rest tomorrow night.  Mum
was asleep as I slowly pulled her dressing gown up the back of her thighs.

   I really hadn't noticed till I thought back about it much later, it was
easier to pull her dressing gown up lately.  I figured she must have pulled
the other side up as she sat down where I couldn't see.  I did notice Mum
had straightened her legs some with her feet over the edge of the couch a
little this time.

   This made it easier for me to spoon into her closely.  Again I found
there were no panties.  She was wet and slippery like before.  My trembling
fingers were sliding slowly up between her lips looking for her little nub
of skin which I knew was called her clit or clitoris.  I had looked it up
in the school library in a book of anatomy studying the parts and names of
the female body.

   Finding her little stiff sensitive organ, gently rubbing it as I felt
Mum stir then groan.  I grinned as I felt the power I had when I
manipulated her body.  My erection was as tight as it had ever been,
hurting in its confines of my trousers.

   Slowly I eased my hips away from her.  Undoing my fly releasing my
erection.  It felt good being free as I eased back in against her so she
wouldn't see it if she woke.  I found by accident or design my erection was
nearly by my hand which was slowly massaging her lips and clitoris.

   I slipped my legs harder in against Mum's then pushed my knees harder
into the back of hers.  My erection was in my hand now pressing at her sex.
I only intended to let it rest against her labia lips but found as I eased
my hips up and down Mum began groaning in her sleep.

   Well this wasn't enough for me, I had a taste, Mum was obviously
enjoying it more with the head of my penis pushing between her swollen
slippery lips as my finger slowly rubbing her clitoris.

   Not really meaning for it to slide in further as Mum seemed to move back
on me as I felt myself sliding inside.  This was the most fantastic feeling
I had ever had.  I almost passed out with excitement forgetting my good
intentions as my erection head slid into the entrance of her wonderfully
warm wet love tunnel.  I'm sorry I forgot its name as my brain was spinning
out of control.  The feeling around my head was nothing like the sock.

   Suddenly I found myself pushing as I felt mum's body squeezing my
erection harder than her hand had done previously this afternoon.  The head
of my erection was sliding in mum's sex, my other head was spinning with
stars and comets shooting around as I heard myself crying out as my body
went ridged as my erection began spurting that hard and long I never
imagined possible.

   Mum was groaning as her sex felt like it was squeezing the life out of
me.  I was in shock as my eyes were shut tightly as I unloaded into her
beautiful body again and again, I couldn't stop.  I didn't want it to ever
stop as I pushed in as hard as I could.

   I did not see Mum look around startled, as what she felt was not right,
feeling my pulsing organ inside her body.

   "ALLAN!" She screamed in horror.  "What are you doing?" I opened my eyes
to look into her shocked face.  My face must have changed to something
close to terror as I realised I had done something terrible from the sound
of her voice, but no idea what.  It had felt so beautiful, so wonderful, so
perfect.

   Mum scrambled up off the couch then looked back at me with my exposed
erection coated with my white sperm, her face went white as she looked
between her legs to see my goo leaking from her vagina as she looked at me
again in horror then turned, running for the bathroom.

   "Allan." She screamed.  "Help me quickly." I was galvanised into moving
as I went after her as I could hear the bathroom cabinet cupboard bang open
as I saw her bending over on her knees as I entered.

   "Quickly." Hold the hose under the tap.  She had got the cheap hair
washing hose which fitted the tap on the bath, not the sink as she ripped
the fitting off each end handing one end to me.

   "Stick this under the cold tap, turn it on quickly." I did as I was told
as I held the tube up into the unthreaded tap mouth, turning the tap on
feeling the water pressure surge through the tube as I held it tighter.

   I looked around to see mum had turned to face me as the hose was not
very long with her legs wide open, her knees half bent, guiding the now
spurting hose up into her sex.  My eyes were wide as I watched the white
plastic hose disappearing into her body as she kept sliding it up inside
herself.

   There was something very erotic about the scene to me, with mum's legs
wide, bent in a semi squat position with her gown open exposing all her
naked front as her knees protruded with her breasts fully exposed with her
hand pushing the hose up inside her as deep as it would go as water gushed
out of her body over her hand onto the tiled bathroom floor.

   The look of relief on her face told me she was satisfied with her
actions.  I looked on the flooded floor not seeing my fluid against the
white tiles.

   After a minute or so I watched her pull the hose out of her as she
nodded to me to turn it off.  All I could do was stand there red face
embarrassed as I watched looking between her legs as water dripped out of
her body.

   "Hand me the towel." She demanded as I moved to please her every demand
as I knew I was in big trouble as she held the towel in between her legs.

   She looked up at me with a worried face saying.  "Allen we were only
meant to masturbate each other.  Not have sex, I thought you understood
that.  I'm not on the pill I would get pregnant with your baby, do you
realise that.  I would have to quit work for months and how would we live
then.  We can't afford a baby.  Allen your too young for me to be having
sex with.  Darling I could go to goal if they ever found out."



   I suddenly realised the consequences of my actions, I hung my head in
shame as it hit me harder and harder.  I didn't know what to do but stand
there looking and feeling like a dam dork.

   Mum was running warm water into the sink grabbing a washer, soaping it
up I watched her wash between her legs.  This is the first time I had ever
seen her do her personal hygiene stuff.

   My face was still red when she looked up at me with the washer in her
hand beckoning me over.  I felt the warm washer on my hardening erection as
she washed it for me.  I don't understand how as I was hard as a rock
watching her wash herself but when she touched me I got even harder.

   I was so close I gasped and pulled back then she realised what she was
doing then I felt the washer cover me and her firm hand squeezing as she
rubbed me up and down, I was gone, I couldn't help it, I exploded.

   The stars and comets returned till I found myself kneeling on the
bathroom floor with Mum holding me upright as I held onto her arm.

   She was smiling down at me as her swaying breasts were suddenly the
focus of my attention as I could still feel Mum holding my penis with the
washer as I felt euphoric.

   We were back sitting quietly on the couch.  Mum was holding me in her
arms as she spoke gently, explaining the situation fully to me.  "Your
seaman has sperm in it even when your dribbling precum.  Usually there is
not enough sperm to get a woman pregnant but many a woman has been
surprised with a pregnancy not realising how it happened.

   So you can't get your penis anywhere near my vagina or I could get
pregnant, we don't need that now.  Again I realised she hadn't said she
never wanted to get pregnant.  I looked at her as she smiled at me.

   Mum hugged me tightly as I hugged her in return.  I whispered into her
ear as we hugged me.  "Would you have my baby one day Angel?" I felt her
body stiffen as she held me for a long time as I was out of my depth here,
then she let me go putting her hands on my shoulders holding me firmly as
she looked me straight in the eyes asking.  "So you did mean to impregnate
me?"

   I was shocked as I watched her smile as I went crimson stammering.  "No,
I didn't mean..." She laughed as I felt her grip my shoulders tighter.  I
watched as her face smiled as when she looked at me with love saying. 
"Darling I would have your babies till I couldn't have any more." I smiled
asking.  "When?"

   Mum shook her head looking down when she does as she's thinking
seriously then looked up smiling saying.  "When you're working, finished
school, and bringing in an income that will support us.

   I groaned thinking that would take forever.  She saw the look on my face
saying.  "That won't be that long, two more years at school then four at
collage, it's not that long." She smiled to cheer me up adding.  "And it's
not as if you have to wait that long for us to have sex.  The legal age in
this state is sixteen between consenting adults so how long is it before
your birthday?"

   My face must have brightened as she commented.  "Six weeks is it?" I
grinned correcting her.  "Five weeks two days." She laughed saying. 
"Aren't you lucky it's not six years?" I grinned seeing it all clearly now.
How inexperienced I had been.

   I put my arms around her neck drawing her to me with confidence I never
knew I had as I hugging her as I whispering in her ear.  "I love you
Angel." She kissed me on the ear whispering back.  "I know you do darling
and I love you right back."

   We hugged each other for how long I don't remember.  Finally with
reluctance we parted.  Mum stroked my face saying.  "Well my little man I
had better get myself off to the doctor on Monday for the contraceptive
pill." She smiled as I felt her hand squeeze my erection through my shorts.

   "Allan, pull down your shorts so I can see it please." I was stunned as
I felt her squeeze me again.  This didn't figure in my mind as part of the
sex act but I found myself sliding off the couch as I hooked my fingers
into the elastic waist sliding my trousers and shorts down as mum let go of
my bulge she was holding.

   I know she had seen it before in the bathroom.  She gasped as my near
six and a quarter inch rock hard erection came clear, springing into
prominence.  "Oh Alan it's beautiful," she reached out gently cupping it
with her fingers adding, "that will fit inside me perfectly." She smiled as
she dragged her eyes of it looking up into mine smiling than looked back
down adding.

   "It looks like you got your father's monster...  I screamed blue murder
from the second he pushed it in me taking my virginity, to when he took it
out.  I was sore for weeks." She looked at me again adding.  "It looks like
you did got his genes, I'm sure if I was sixteen and a virgin, yours would
look like a monster to me."

   Smiling she looked at the clock.  "Time for bed darling." I felt
deflated it was over.

   Seeing the look on my face of dejection then she smiled impishly saying.
"How about we climax each other before we go to bed?" My eyes must have
widened as she grinned.  I felt her squeeze me drawing me towards her in
between her legs as she widened them.

   Her robe had fallen open revealing her body again.  My sight of her
pubic hair and breasts was suddenly blocked as her head appeared over my
erection.  My eyes widened as I groaned as I felt her wet warm mouth
envelope my head.  I hardly had time to steady my stance as I bent my knees
slightly up against the edge of the couch as my hands involuntarily went to
her now bobbing head grasping her tightly as I groaned loudly as my sperm
spurted into her like a fire hose.

   I felt her stiffen as the first spurt entered the back of her throat as
she came down on me.  Then the second as I felt her balk then the third as
her mouth seemed to turn inside out as she threw up around my spurting
erection as she pushed me away coughing trying to clear her throat as she
gasped for air.

   The towel was still beside her as she grabbed it covering her face as
she threw up again.  I had stopped spurting now dribbling the remains of my
climax as Angel continued coughing clearing her throat.  She had lowered
the towel holding it ready as her eyes were streaming watery tears.  Every
time she tried to talk she began coughing again.

   It was five or so minutes before she quietened enough to talk without
coughing.  Tears still streamed down her cheeks as she dried them on the
towel.  "I'm sorry Allan, I thought I could do a better job of it than
that." She smiled up at me adding.  "I promos darling I will do better next
time." Smiling she looked at me seductively adding.  "I'll have to practice
a lot on you won't I?"

   I could only grin with the promise of heaven she was offering.  I
watched as mum lowered herself further into the couch with her bum sitting
on the edge now as she opened her legs wide saying.  "Now darling it's your
turn.  Make your mother feel good."

   Realising what she wanted.  I Lent down unsure of myself feeling
confident she would guide me.  When I was on my knees kneeling between her
legs looking up at her sex, I forget the name again in my excitement.  I
was about to bend in when her hands opened her lips exposing herself she
began instructing me.

   "Tonight we will make it quick and easy.  Run your tongue around my
clitoris there.  Work it up and down over it till I come.  Enjoy yourself
darling." Her finger was rubbing slowly over her swollen clitoris pointing
the way for me.

   Well for a fumbling plodding dork I did well.  Mother moaned and groaned
from the time the tip of my tongue pressed against her hard erect nub.  I
didn't realise it got erect like my penis till much later but boy did she
perform.  If I hadn't held her hips tightly with my hands she would have
jumped off the couch I'm sure.

   Her shuddering climax amazed me as I kept rubbing her clitoris with my
tongue as I had no choice as her hands were holding my head tightly against
her sex.  Boy did she scream her head off.

   After when she quietened letting my head up from between her legs she
held my head in between her breasts as she quietened.  My erection was hard
as a rock again.  I found if I flexed my hips a little the tip could reach
her pussy lips.

   She felt it touch her and I swear, she took off from the couch straight
over me trying to get away from it screaming.  "No Allan you can't touch me
you randy little goat.  I told you, not till I'm on the pill."

   Seeing my ridged state of affairs the angry look on her face softened
then she sat me down on the couch kneeling down in front of me with my legs
open as she worked her way in between saying.  "I'll do better this time."

   Grasping my erection in one hand with the other hand on my balls I
groaned loudly as I felt her worm wet wonderful mouth descend over my
erection again.  "Oh god Angel, that's beautiful." Being my third climax
for the night it took some time for me to achieve.  I don't know where it
came from but I managed to shoot three or four heavy spurts into her mouth.

   This time feeling my climax approaching Angel held still on me as I
spurted strongly into her again as I groaned my pleasure.

   It was a wonderful feeling, feeling her sucking the fluid out of my
balls as my spurts diminished as she held me tightly in place.  This was
what I had dreamt about.  I had masturbated so often in my room.  Now I
wasn't alone as I held her head against my stomach with my wilting member
still fully inside her mouth.

   Finally she lifted off.  Her eyes were shining brightly as she drew my
head down to hers kissing me passionately.  Her tongue was trying to force
my mouth open as I realised what she wanted complying.

   Her tongue tasted funny as I stiffened as I realised it was my sperm
still in her mouth.  She had not swallowed.  Feeling me stiffen she held me
tighter as her tongue darted around forcing my mouth open wider as she rose
from her knees over me.  I could taste myself, musty and sour as she lifted
away from me smiling as she deliberately swallowed then licked her lips
saying.  "There darling your sperm is in my belly where it won't make me
pregnant.  Come and wash up.  You might want to clean your teeth."



   She was right I wanted to clean my teeth.  I had never thought of having
my sperm in my mouth.  That in my mind had been the domain of women as she
smiled widely commenting.  "You had better get used to it because when you
come in me I'm going to sit on your face so you will have to eat the lot."
Laughing she raised and lowered her eyebrows then leaned in hugging as she
kissed me passionately.

   Smacking my bum, mum headed for the bathroom.  I followed finding her
sitting on the toilet peeing.  I tried not to look as I went to the
washbasin listening to her as her pee tinkle into the water.  I couldn't
help but smile, suddenly all her private personal stuff was out in the open
to me.

   "What?" she asked as she sat there finishing.  I looked at her almost
naked form with her dressing gown folded up her back.  Forgetting my teeth
I bent down to her upturned face kissing her as I groped for her breasts
with both hands while she was distracted.

   She pushed me back gasping.  "No, you horny bugger, I got to get some
sleep." Wiping herself with a folded piece of toilet paper, rising to her
feet her dressing gown fell down around her body as she washed her hands
then between her legs with the washer.

   Looking at me she commented.  "Wash your face you've got my goo all
over." I grinned as she dried herself as I turned on the tap reaching for
the washer.

   Mum was in the lounge room tidying up.  I came up behind her as she
stood from bending over the coffee table lifting the cups to take them back
to the kitchen.  I wrapped my arms around her top capturing her breasts
with my hands as I whispered in her ear.

   "Can I sleep with you please darling?" Leaning back against me with a
sad tone in her voice.  "Sorry darling not till I'm on the pill.  As shore
as eggs if you do, sometime in the night that thing of yours will get into
my vagina and I will get pregnant and that will be the end of our
comfortable life we have now."

   I knew she was right as she asked.  "Do you want me to suck you again?"
I could feel my erection slowly rising as I pulled away from her.  "No mum
I'll last till tomorrow." She laughed then commented.  "I suppose now it's
happened you'll went it every day." I grinned nodding.

   She put on a look of exasperation which broke out into a wide smile as
she lent in kissing me gently on the lips adding.  "And darling I wouldn't
begrudge you one little bit."

   We said goodnight in the hallway with a long deep kiss.  Reluctantly we
parted as I headed for my bedroom.  Despite my taking a long time to go to
sleep with all the evenings images churning over in my mind when I did go
to sleep I slept the sleep of the dead.

   It was mum's voice which penetrated my conscious.  I realised her hand
was wrapped around my morning erection squeezing gently as she kissed me.
"Time to get up Allan, breakfast is ready darling." Before I could grab
hold of her she wriggled away heading for her bedroom.

   Boy did I have trouble peeing.  I was almost horizontal over the bowl
trying to pee when mum passed the door then went away giggling.

   Breakfast was the strangest I had ever had.  I came up behind mum
sitting at the table wrapping my arms around her squeezing her breasts
through her dressing gown as I kissed her ear then let her go as I sat down
to my serial as mum reached over pouring the milk for me.

   She looked at me as I hoed in asking.  "Did you enjoy yourself last
night?" I looked at her with loving eyes.  I couldn't say anything with my
mouth full as I nodded enthusiastically.  She smiled as I emptied my mouth
as I gasped.  "Mum it was absolutely stupendous." A new catchword doing the
rounds at school.  I reached for her hand squeezing it as I drew her across
towards me, she giggled withdrawing saying.  "No you horny boy we have
shopping to do this morning...  later."

   We retreated to our bedrooms then I headed for the shower hearing mum
come in a few minutes later as I washed my hair hoping she would come in. I
was almost finished when the door opened as mum stepped in.  I let her
under the shower as I washed between my toes leaning up against the wall as
I watched her pelvic region as she turned in front of me wetting down. 
Thinking how dam lucky I was.

   I leaned down kissing her pubic hair as she squealed then I made a hasty
retreat as I felt the washer flick my bum cheek then slid the door shut
behind me.  Looking in the mirror as I dried myself.  I had started shaving
the last year and now I needed to shave every day which I hadn't.  I must
have looked a scruff.  As I shaved I listened to her in the shower.

   Finishing up I heard the taps turn off then she stepped out drying
herself.  I felt her warm clammy body against my back as her arms wrapped
around my waist, then her fingers wrap around my fast rising erection
squeezing it.  "All mine." She breathed into my ear then squeezed hard. 
Ducking away, I was left with an erection as she went towards her bedroom
drying her hair with a towel.

   In the supermarket doing our weekly shopping.  Things were always tight
with mum's wage.  We went for the cheaper cuts and specials.  We were in
the isle with the woman's products as I watched mum search along the isles
shelves into the chemist stuff, looking for something.  Then her expression
changed picking up a small jar I saw it was Vaseline.  Putting it in the
cart she went off ahead of me while I followed.  Finding what she was
looking for picking a small box from the shelves, she came to the cart
showing me the box which meant nothing to me, pointing to a word on the box
I could make out, 'Condom'.

   For some reason my spirits soared then I blushed red as I imagined every
shopper in the store knew we were going to do it.  I looked around to see
if anyone had seen, no one appeared to be taking any notice of us.  Mum
giggled seeing my embarrassment making me go redder.  I realised we were
going to be doing it as soon as we got back home.

   Going through the checkout I was so embarrassed I kept my head down as I
dug the items from the trolley, placing them on the conveyor belt.  The
checkout chick smiled at me, I knew she knew the condoms were for me.  That
made me blush deeper as mum paid for the goods.  "Have a nice day." Were
her parting words as she greeted the next customer.  Yes I was certainly
going too whether she cared or not.

   Mum grinned at me as we carried the grocery bags for the two blocks to
our flat.  Once inside with the door locked I swept mum into my arms
kissing her passionately.  She laughed as she pulled away saying.  "Well
let me guess, you want to use a condom?" As she put the milk and juice in
the fridge.

   Wrapping my arms around her as she stood back up instead of grasping her
breasts I began to undo her shirt buttons.  I felt her hand slide up my
groin as she pulled on my trackie pants.  They were soon around my ankles
as I felt my shorts joining them as she slid them down.

   I couldn't concentrate as she kept moving as I tried to undo buttons. 
At last her shirt opened to reveal her bra.  I looked at it puzzled, 'how
the hell do you undo a dam bra?'

   Mum smiled seeing my dilemma solving the problem for me.  Pulling the
straps down off her shoulders slipping her arms up through the shoulder
straps.  Slipping her fingers into the bra pulling the garment down off her
breasts with a swift tug revealing those two beautiful mammary orbs of
pleasure that jiggled and vibrated till they regained their natural shape.

   Sliding the bra around till the rear clasp was below her breasts she
undone the hooks letting the device fall to the floor.

   In years to come I became so proficient at undoing that device I could
walk up to her kissing her passionately, while holding her upper body in my
arms, grinding my groin into hers.  I would slip my hand up her back under
her track top pressing my fingers over the clasp feeling for the double
strap thickness, pressing my finger and thumb hard against the strap on
each side of the clasp pinching the clasp together as I slid my fingers so
the two pieces of strap moved opposite so the hooks came unhooked.

   She would only realise what I had done when with both my hands I slid
them around her front then unobstructed up under her bra clamping my
usually cold hand over her beautiful orbs of pleasure as she would scream
with shock and pleasure as her nipples lengthened as I felt them hardened
in my cold hands.

   All I could do now though was to stare at her breasts as I realised they
were all mine to squeeze, pull, poke or suck if she would lend them to me.

   My track top was being dragged over my head as I realised she was still
half dressed.  I dived into her waist as my arms became free.  I found the
waist band and her trackie pants sliding them down her hips towards he
ankles exposing her panties.

   Licking my lips seeing the last obstacle in my path to heaven.  I heard
her giggle as my fingers hooked into her elastic as they began sliding from
the top down.  The gusset became stuck in her meaty crutch as I could see
she was sopping wet as her thick thighs opened spreading her legs for me.

   At last she was naked as I could smell her excitement.  I was beside
myself as I groped at her crutch with my hand as I drew her into my other
arm kissing her as I felt my finger slide in between her pussy lips.

   Her hard nipples were pressing against my chest as her arm surrounded my
shoulder with her free hand grasping my erection firmly.  I think we both
groaned as my finger slid up inside her vagina.  I've been practicing the
names, remember.

   When we reluctantly parted I was being led to the couch in the lounge
room.  "Hand towels." She whispered in a harsh sexy voice.  I went off to
the hall built in linen cupboard for the items.  When I came back she was
standing there waiting for me with the Vaseline in one hand and the box of
condoms in the other smiling.

   Taking the box of condoms, opening the top she deftly extracted a foil
handing it to me.  I looked at the foreign object in my nervous fingers,
unclear what to do.  Anticipating this having put the box down, as I stood
there not shore what to do next.  Leaning in kissing me gently she grasped
the centre of the foil firmly between her fingers and thumb ripping one
corner open from one side to the other exposing the translucent rubber. 
(Rubber?) - another silly name to confuse me.  Why not 'inner tube' it
sounds just as bad but makes better sense.

   Extracting the condom in her fingers as she deftly turned it over
pressing it to her lips she blew into the ring, popping out the little
bubble in the end.

   Looking me in the eye as she knelt down to my erection placing the
rubber over my ridged tip, squeezing the bubble between her fingers then
rolled the condom down my shaft.  I had to grit my teeth squeezing my eyes
shut tight as I felt her fingers working down my shaft trying not to cum. I
was relieved when she stepped back saying.

   "Now lubricate me." I opened my eyes to see her smiling face as she
handed me the Vaseline jar minus the top.  I pushed my finger into the
stiff grease as I felt her fingers pushing mine forcing them deeper.

   She grinned as a wad of grease emerged on my fingers as she guided them
in between her legs, looking up into my eyes as I felt my fingers push up
into her sex as my brain began to spin as she worked my fingers into her.

   All too soon she moved them back out clamping them around my shaft
lubricating the condom.

   Thrusting a hand towel into my greasy hand I wiped the grease off as I
watched her climb onto the couch.  Looking up at me she smiled saying.  "I
think it fitting we have our first proper one here."

   I couldn't agree more as Mum opened her arms laying propped a little in
the corner for me to join her.  Her legs magically opened exposing her
greased sex as I stumbled in between on my knees as I Lent down into her
arms as my hips felt her legs as she guided my erection.

   I groaned loudly as I felt myself sliding inside her hot tight body. 
She was gasping, I don't know with surprise or pain as I jerked into her
again and again with my hips as I felt her clasping body gripping me
sending overload shock waves through my erection up my spine to my brain as
I spurted strongly.

   I couldn't help it as I groaned and gasped with each spurt as I felt her
arms and legs tighten around my shuddering body.

   I seemed to have laid there for hours as I shuddered continuously.  Well
it was only less than a minute as my balls felt like all life had been
drained out of them.  Mum was cooing something in my ear that didn't make
sense as I lay engulfed in her arms and legs.



   Finally I began to apologise for my sudden climax.  She only smiled
kissing me on the nose saying.  "You will do better next time." She
wriggled indicating I should get off her as her arms and legs opened.

   My erection was still hard as mum groaned as I slipped out of her
vagina. Now I was thinking straight.  I was amazed at the hole I left in
her body.  I could see right inside as I watched it slowly close.

   I moved back onto the floor standing helping her up as she reached out
for my hand.  Before I realised she was on her knees with her hands on my
erection drawing the condom up my shaft pulling pubic hairs as I flinched.
She stripped the rubber off my erection holding it upside down in the air
to show me the contents saying.

   "That is the most sperm I have ever seen a man give.  I haven't seen a
lot but that is more than twice as much as normal.  Boy you must have
another set of balls inside somewhere." Grinning at me I knew she was
joking.  I watched as she leaned forward engulfing my erection into her
mouth as she sucked the cream off me.

   Handing me a towel I watched as she wrapped it around my erection then
placing the open end of the rubber in her mouth then upended it as I
watched the contents slide into her mouth as she stretched it then ran her
fingers down the device milking its contents.

   I watched her lick her lips then swallow.  Looking up at me she said. 
"Now it's safe." Then headed for the kitchen to boil the kettle as she
washed the condom under the tap making a balloon of it inspecting it for
leaks.

   Rinsing the condom with hot water she rolled it up carefully then knelt
in front of me fitting it back on my still hard erection saying.  "Now we
can finish the job."

   Taking me by the hand leading me back to the couch she lay back with her
legs open again.  The hole in her vagina had closed but I knew I would open
it back up again.  Applying more Vaseline as she wiped her fingers she held
her arms out for me to join with her.

   Guiding me in as I was too high again I felt that velvet glove squeezing
hard as I eased in.  "Oh Allan." She moaned, "you're going to be bigger
than your father when you finish growing." I smiled as she groaned again as
I was nearly all the way inside her.

   This time I began moving back and forward jerkily not knowing what I was
doing.  She explained it to me as I smoothed out as I spread my knees wider
against her thighs as I settled myself better as her groaning increased as
she was now driving her hips up to meet mine, thrusting together.

   In a remarkably short time I was sliding fully in and out of her as I
felt her body begin to shudder under me as I felt her grip tighten.  "Push
it in hard at the end of the stroke." I did that, feeling an immediate
reaction as the last inch I rammed in harder.

   "No." She called, "short stroke me now, just the last inch, fast and
hard." I complied, ramming the last bit.  "Slower." She gasped as her body
began shuddering as she went as stiff as a board as her vagina clamped me
like a vice as my testicles boiled then I began spurting into her again.

   I felt her body stiffen even more as her nails were digging into my back
something fearful distracting me, as I tried to shake her hand off.  I was
almost spent when her fingers eased from my back as I began relaxing in her
arms which now held me gently with her legs locked with mine.  I cannot
describe the beautiful feeling of peace and well being I felt in our cocoon
of love and ecstasy.

   Only on rare occasions when I was older, when we were experimenting with
different toys and techniques would we reach pinnacles of climax we had
just achieved.  Then she would rake her short fingernails across my back as
she screamed through her climax into my mouth as her body seemed to do body
presses under me.

   With her legs up over my shoulders and her vagina filled with a condom
filled with ice water packed in with the fingers of one of my hands
stretching her vagina walls, with the tips of my fingers bent over rubbing
her 'G' spot inside mercilessly with my erection fully inserted in her
rectum as I unloaded in her she would tremble and shudder for minutes at a
time as I pounded her hard and furious through her climax.

   When I lifted off she smiled at me asking.  "Did you enjoy your first
real sexual experience darling?" (see, she forgot what it was called too.)

   I could only smile dreamily as she pulled me down kissing me
passionately as I wilted inside her.  I was soon to learn that no matter
what I felt after having sex with her like pulling out and flopping beside
her to go to sleep, instead I lay in her arms cuddling her propped up on my
elbows, even if I shrink slipping out.

   Her enthusiasm for sex never waned.  I also was to learn she liked long
foreplay sessions, yes on the couch, where else before we went to bed.  She
would tease me with no bra, knickers or night gown under her dressing gown
as I would try and recreate my first insertion into her vagina.  If I
managed to get inside her then it was time for bed and the real serious
stuff.  I always suspected she cheated but could never prove it.

   I was about thirty three when we spent a fortune revamping that old
thing.  We had double stretch springs installed and completely upholstered
in the same colour but this time it was soft leather not vinyl as it was
cracking and splitting with age and of course wear.  he, he.

   The kids, yes there are three, two boys and a girl, don't understand why
we keep that old thing when we have the latest and best.  But Mummy, yes I
call her mummy in front of the kids as some dads do, explaining patiently
that it was a reminder when we started out we had nothing, only the old
couch plus our love for each other.


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