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 Title : Unnatural Desires

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   Date : 20150529

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   Synopsis : A mother vacations at the beach with her young son.

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repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals,
anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the
author.  This is a work of fiction.  The author does not condone any sexual
activity among persons under 16 in real life.

   These are just words, people.  Just words.  If you have a problem with
words see a competent shrink or an English teacher.



   --==+==-

   Miss Barbra was pleased with herself.  She had finagled a whole week off
from work and planned on spending the entire time at the beach.  This was
what her Dennis, her son, had asked for his ninth birthday.  She was glad
to be able to do it.  She had felt guilt in the past for the time she spent
on the job and she felt like this was a good start in making up for it.

   They arrived and checked out their room.  She was pleased, it was neat
and clean.  He was pleased, it was barely fifty feet off the beach.  He
stripped and changed into his suit as soon as she opened the suitcases and
disappeared for the beach.

   Miss Barbra had just celebrated her thirtieth birthday several months
ago.  She was a very attractive woman and she knew it.  She was tall and
slim, with wide sensual hips, and an ample bosom.  She was proud of her
breasts, they were still high and firm and crowned with plump pink nipples.
Lucky men that had gotten to see her breasts had only confirmed her belief
that she had great tits.  She was careful to almost always wear a
brassiere, so that they didn't get saggy.  She loved her breasts.

   Her stomach was slim and firm in spite of having had a child, nine years
ago.  She'd worked hard at getting back in shape and seemed to bear no
scars from the experience.  She knew she was lucky.

   The rest of her was just about as attractive as her breasts, in fact. 
She had a fine ass, many men had told her that, too.  And she had a cute
little pussy.  She had laser treatment a few years ago and her pussy was
smooth as silk now.  And she loved the way it looked.  Her vaginal lips
were fat and puffed out nicely and she had a nice fat clit that was usually
visible, even when her legs were together.

   Miss Barbra had her share of boyfriends over the years, but she was
unattached at the moment.  Her last boyfriend had been a complete bastard,
though he looked attractive, and she'd finally told him off and pushed him
out of her life.  She wasn't really in the market at the moment, she was
enjoying taking some time off from romantic entanglements.  She'd had a
thought though...  if something came up, on this little beach trip... 
something quick and easy and free of strings...  she'd go for it.  She'd do
it.  She was a fairly sexual person, as the toys she'd packed in her
suitcase showed, and she enjoyed sex without guilt or hang-ups.  She was a
completely modern lady.

   She walked out on the balcony, and looked for Dennis, out of habit.  She
had no luck, she saw a few hundred kids below her, building things in the
sand or splashing in the shallows.  She sighed and shook her head and hoped
he was having a good time.  He was old enough that she let him run about on
his own, she trusted him and he had proved before he was sensible and
thoughtful and aware of his surroundings.  She didn't worry much about him.

   She went back in the room and went through her dresser drawer, looking
for a swimsuit.  She finally picked one out, her newest, and slid her
blouse and pants off, and dropped her bra and panties.  She pulled the
swimsuit bottoms up and was pleased.  It felt nice and comfortable already.
It was a thong in the back, and she knew her butt looked good in it.  She
pulled the top on, adjusting her breasts, and was ready.  She picked up her
book, her chair and a beach towel, and headed for the beach.



   --==+==-

   Dennis found her an hour later and she gave him her towel, and he spread
it out beside her lounge chair and lay for a while.  They talked, small
talk, and finally he leaped up and disappeared.  She spent another hour in
the sun and went back to the room.  She flipped through the channels but
nothing appealed to her.  She felt herself drawn to her suitcase, and the
special...  special things she'd brought.  She put the suitcase on the bed
and went through her collection.

   Her favorite was a small vibrator that vibrated intensely.  She loved to
place it right on her clit and she could cum again and again when she did
that.  She unscrewed the cap and replaced the batteries with fresh ones. 
She pulled her swimsuit off, leaving her top on, and laid on the bed.  She
pulled the sheet up, hiding her crotch, in case Dennis came in, and turned
the vibrator on.  She pressed it against her clit, sighing with pleasure.
The thing was well worth the thirty bucks she'd paid for it.  She felt her
legs tingle and tighten and she felt the beginnings of an orgasm, that
quickly.

   She was cumming for the fourth or fifth time when the door slammed open
and Dennis rushed it.  As quick as she could she shut the vibrator off, and
tried to calm down.

   "Please don't slam, dear," she finally managed to say, breathing deeply.

   "Sorry, Mom," he replied, giving her a smile, and rushing back out.  She
sighed.  Her orgasm had been spoiled but she'd had enough of them that she
felt satisfied.  She wondered about the wisdom of leaving Dennis in the
room that night and sneaking out to the bar for a drink and to maybe scout
out the available men in the area.  Maybe tomorrow night, she thought. 
She'd spend a little time with him tonight just because it was the right
thing to do.



   --==+==-

   That night they settled in and watched a movie on pay-per-view.  Dennis
was unusually cuddly for a nine year old and she enjoyed the feeling of his
warm body cuddled up to hers.

   "Mom," he said, and she replied.

   "What were you doing when I came home while ago?" he asked and she
almost giggled to herself.  She hadn't thought he'd noticed but he'd made
her.  He'd noticed.

   "Darling..." she wondered how to approach this.  She didn't want to make
a big deal out of it and give him issues later in life...  she thought of
how constrictive her upbringing had been and how it took her years to work
through some of the childhood issues she'd carried in adulthood.

   "Darling, Mommy has a machine that gives her...  pleasure.  Just a
little plastic thing.  That was what you heard." she finally said.  He
nodded.

   "Can I see it?" he said and she sighed to herself.  Well, what's the
harm, she thought.  At least it's small and not really cock-shaped.  She
got up and went to her dresser and retrieved the vibrator from her drawer.
She handed it too him and he examined it perfunctorily and then she showed
him how to turn it on.  He giggled and she was shocked to see him raise it
to his nose and sniff it.  My god, she thought, my son has just smelled of
my pussy.  She felt a guilty stab of pleasure run through her vagina and
giggled again to herself.

   "What do you do with it?" he asked as she turned it back off.

   "Dennis...  it's hard to explain...  I press it against my body, against
certain parts of my body..."

   "Can you show me?"

   Oh dear, she thought.  She sighed yet again.  This had been an evening
of many sighs, so far.

   "No, dear, I really can't.  Let's just say it feels very good, and leave
it at that."

   That seemed to be enough for him and she was relieved to be able to put
the vibrator up.  They settled down onto the couch again and watched the
movie.  He finally went to sleep and she placed a blanket over him and
crawled into her bed.



   --==+==-

   The next day was more of the same.  Dennis got up and disappeared back
down to the beach.  She wandered through the motel lobby, visited the gift
shop, and then went back to her room and changed back into her swimsuit. 
She went down to the beach and spent the morning soaking up sun.  A man
tried to chat her up but she didn't feel any electricity and he finally
gave up and left.  Dennis joined her, and they had pizza at an outdoor
diner and then he disappeared again.  That was pretty much the rest of the
afternoon.  Dennis touched bases with her occasionally but he'd found a
group of kids to run with and do kid stuff.  She was glad for him.

   That night he stayed out until almost dark and then came home and took a
shower and cuddled on the couch with her again.  She wrapped her arms
around him and smelled the fresh clean scent of him.

   "Mom," he said, out of the blue.  "Are you gonna do that thing tonight?
That buzzing thing?"

   She let out and involuntary snort.  What a crazy question for a kid to
ask, she thought.  He's basically asking me if I'm going to masturbate
tonight.

   "Probably not," she said, laughing slightly.  If I do, she thought to
herself, it'll be a silent one after you've gone to sleep.

   "I wanna watch you when you do," he said and she laughed again.  That
seemed to be the end of it.

   They finally went to bed, and as he still sometimes did when they were
home, he crawled into her bed.  She wrapped herself around him, remembering
how quickly he was growing up, and held him tightly.

   "Mom..." he whispered.  She put her ear to his mouth.  "Mom, you were
the most beautiful girl on the beach," he said, and she giggled.

   "Thank you, Dennis, I'm glad you noticed," she said.

   "When I got up I heard some men talking about you," he said.  Oh god,
she thought, whatever is this about?  Did he, for real?

   "What did they say, dear?"

   "One man said, that bitch in the white t-back, I wanna do her hard and
hear her scream.  He was looking at you when he said it and I could tell he
meant you.  Isn't bitch a bad word?"

   She was shocked and was surprised again at the naughty thrill that ran
through her body, centered on her vagina.  Shit, she thought.  What is it
with me lately?  Am I that hard up that the things a stranger says gets me
off?

   "Dear...  it's not really a bad, bad word...  but we don't usually say
it, and we don't call women bitches.  It usually means a dog, in fact.  The
way he said it, though, I suppose I should take it as a compliment."

   "Why did he want to hear you scream?" he asked and she sighed again. 
This was getting complicated.

   "He was referring to me...  having sex with him, dear.  He was being
crude and kind of acting like a male chauvinist pig."

   "Oh," said Dennis.  She hoped he'd drop the subject.

   "But," he said, and she thought, oh crap.  "But, what did he mean, do
you?  He said he wanted to do you."

   "He meant what I said, he meant he wanted to have sex with me."

   She felt a naughty thrill again, talking about sex with her nine year
old son.  She hadn't had "the talk" with him yet, though she knew the time
was approaching.  She wondered what he knew about sex.  She knew kids
picked up young any more, what with TV and the internet at such.  She had
half-heartedly tried to limit his exposure, but she knew he spent time at
other kids houses where there was probably no control.

   She realized that oddly, she was turned on.  Feeling his hot breath in
her face and his body beside her reminded her of being in bed with a man.
I'll most definitely play after he goes to sleep, she thought to herself.
I'll have a good time.  The thought of doing it with someone in bed with
her was even more exciting.  I must be more desperate than I realized, she
thought.



   --==+==-

   When she had lain there an hour and heard his still even breathing, she
carefully reached out and pulled the drawer of the dresser open.  She
selected a larger penis-shaped dildo and carefully pulled her panties off,
trying not to disturb the bed and her son.  She pulled the sheet down and
put the dildo in her mouth, wetting it.  She slid it slowly into her pussy,
feeling the fullness of it.  She idly wished she could use the vibrator on
her clit at the same time.  Maybe tomorrow, she thought, when he goes out.

   "Mom," he said, raising up.  Good god, she thought, he fooled me
totally. She reached down and pulled the sheet up, hiding her nakedness,
her mind trying to think of what to say.

   "I want to watch," he simply said, and sat up on the bed, his legs
folded.

   "Dennis..." she finally said, "I'm sorry, but this is grown-up stuff.  I
shouldn't have let you see that and I'm sorry.  You must forget about it
and we'll go back to sleep.  I'm sorry."

   "Mom," he said, "don't be sorry.  It's not that big a deal, is it?"

   She laughed in spite of herself.  "No, dear, it's not," she said and
smiled at him.  I almost wish, she surprised herself by thinking, I almost
wish I could show him.  She felt yet another naughty thrill when she
thought that.  What would be the worst?  she thought, before she got onto
herself for thinking such things.  She giggled at the ridiculousness of it
all and finally hugged him to her body and tried to go to sleep.



   --==+==-

   The next morning she crawled from the bed, almost surprised that she was
still bottomless.  She took a shower and he was up when she got out.  They
went and had breakfast and she turned him loose.  The day went slow for
her, he joined her for lunch, and then went his own way again.  When night
fell she waited impatiently for him to return, and he did at last.  They
watched a movie and she fell asleep on the couch, with him curled up
against her, spoon fashion.

   She awoke to find him moving about and finally sitting up.  They talked
and he leaned against her again.

   "Mom," he said.  "Can I see that thing again?  That buzzing thing?" she
sighed.  What a one-track mind he seemed to have.  This was getting silly.
She finally nodded.

   "It's in that drawer, dear," she said, pointing.  He slid off the couch
and went to the dresser and pulled the drawer out.  She thought, about that
time, about the other things that were in the drawer also.  Oh shit, she
said to herself.  He didn't say anything, though, he just looked for a
while and finally pulled out the vibrator and came back to the couch.

   "Do you do it, down there?" he asked, motioning towards her crotch. 
"Like you were, last night?"

   Oh shit, she thought, he saw more than I thought he did last night. 
It's time to just get this out in the open, she thought, to get him over
it.

   "Yes, dear," she said, slightly scandalizing herself.  Discussing
masturbation with my nine-year old, she thought to herself.

   He still had on his swimsuit.  He turned on the vibrator and pressed it
against the small lump in the crotch of his pants.  She almost laughed but
she kept a straight face.

   "Dear," she finally said, "it's usually done...  when naked..." she had
no real idea why she'd said it and no idea what she expected of him when
she told him.

   "Can I?" he asked, looking at her.  Oh god, she thought, how did we get
here?  Yet, she had to admit...  it was kinda sexy...  to think about, at
least.

   "Certainly, dear," she said, surprising herself.  He stood, and yanked
his shorts down to his ankles.  She surveyed his soft little cock,
wondering if he was going to inherit his father's largeness when he grew
up. For his sake she hoped he did.

   He turned the vibrator back on and held it near his little cock.  "What
do I do?" he asked, looking at her.  She reached out and took it from him,
feeling that naughty feeling again.

   She pressed the vibrator at the base of his cock, right above his balls.
She had no idea why but she thought that seemed like a good place.  The
thing buzzed madly, and she hoped it was feeling good for him.

   "Does that feel good, darling?" she asked, and he solemnly nodded.  She
pressed harder and on impulse took hold of the base of his cock with her
other hand and then pulled it gently, running her hand out to the end of
it.

   "Oh, mom..." he said, and she snorted at herself.  Jacking off your son,
she said, shame shame.  But it seemed so natural.  She did it again,
grasping the base of his cock and stroking it to the end.

   The third time she was surprised to feel that his cock had gotten a
little harder.  Well, she thought, that's not that surprising...  though
she didn't think it was possible in little boys.  Maybe it is, she thought.

   Before long his cock was firm and almost hard as she stroked the length
of it.  The vibrator was almost forgotten by them both.  She could tell he
was enjoying the feeling of her hands on his body.  She came to with a
start and pulled her hand away.  What am I doing?  she thought.  What in
the hell is wrong with me?

   "Aww, Mom," he said, disappointed.

   "Dennis...  dear," she said, her mind in turmoil.  "This is not
really... proper...  it's not...  done."

   "It felt great..." he said, wistfully.  He picked up the vibrator and
touched the head of his half-hard cock with it.  She sighed.  What would
the worst?  she asked herself, seriously this time.  He wasn't a
blabbermouth...  he might tell his friends, who might tell their parents...
that was the worst, probably.  But...  she knew he'd enjoy it...  she'd
tell him tomorrow to not make a big deal out of it, she'd tell him to keep
it to himself.  To keep it a secret, if he wanted it to happen again.  She
was almost shocked to realize she'd already decided.

   She sat up and reached for a bottle of baby oil that was on the
nightstand.  She dribbled a little in the palm of her hand and lay back
down beside him.  He was still sitting up, rubbing the vibrator against his
little cock.

   "Turn that off, baby," she said, "and let me show you something."

   She curled her hand around his cock and began to stroke.  Quickly his
eyes glazed and he sat there with a silly smile on his face.  Beneath her
hand she felt his cock get harder and harder.  How cool, she thought, he
can get an erection.  She licked her lips, once again shocked to realize
she was anticipating feeling it in her mouth.  What am I now?  she thought.
A child molester?  So what...  this is fun for me and it's gotta be fun for
him.

   She rubbed and stroked and jacked him for a good twenty minutes.  She
idly wondered what would eventually happen, if he'd actually ejaculate, or
have a dry orgasm.  She had no idea at what age his testicles would begin
to produce sperm.

   She jacked harder and faster, hoping that something would happen.  It
never did but she enjoyed herself.  His cock, though small, felt
comfortable in her hand.  She reversed her hand and drew it out to the end,
concentrating on the cap of his cock and he sighed with pleasure.

   "Oh, mom...  that feels...  wonderful," he finally said, and she
giggled. Just like a man, she thought.  He's a man now, a little man, but a
man.  He'll never go back after this.  She wondered if he'd expect this
from her every night, from now on.  I'll do it, she thought, if he does. 
I'm enjoying myself, giving him pleasure.  He deserves it and I deserve it.

   His little cock was rock hard now, and had been for over fifteen
minutes. She didn't get tired of stroking him but after a while she felt
like it was time to move on.  She was anxious for more.

   "Darling..." she said.  "I'm going to do something...  something grown
up...  please think kindly of me, when you're older, and you remember
this..."

   "Okay, Mom," he said, puzzlement evident in his voice.  She sat up
slightly and moved towards him, and lowered her face to his groin.  She put
just the tip end of his cock in her mouth at first, curling her lips around
the cap, tasting the oil on it.  She finally plunged all four inches of it
in her mouth and sucked hard.

   "Oh, Mom...  wow..." he said, and she laughed to herself.  She sucked
out to the end and back down, grinding her forehead into his crotch.  She
started a rhythm, in and out, in and out, and sucked hard each time.

   His little hairless cock felt funny in her mouth after all the
adult-sized ones over the years that she'd sucked.  But it was sexier than
fuck to her and she loved it.  I'll do this every night, she told
herself... fuck men...  I'll blow this sweet little boy until he's a man...
as long as he wants it, I'll do it.

   She had no idea how long she went.  Her cheeks finally started aching as
she sucked.  She scraped him with her teeth occasionally, and even simply
licked his cock at times.  She dropped it from her mouth and sucked his
balls in, licked and loving on them.  They felt sexier than hell to her.

   "Dennis, darling," she said.  "Get on your hands and knees...  stick
your butt in the air..."

   He crawled up on the bed and did as she asked.  She crawled up on top of
him and spread his little ass with her hands and pressed her face into it.
He tasted sexier than hell to her back there, spicy and slightly shitty,
but she loved it for some reason.  She'd never done that to a man, although
she had to a girl in college she'd played around with, at times.  She
licked his little asshole and toyed with it with her tongue.  She tried to
stick her tongue into it, but his sphincter was too strong.  She finally
had enough and leaned back, supporting herself on her pillow.

   "Dennis...  I'll understand if you don't, but do you maybe...  want to
try licking me?  Licking my pussy?" she said, wondering if he'd go for it.

   "Sure, Mom," he said, just like that.  She pulled her panties down her
long legs, spread them, and then reached down and spread her cunt lips
apart for him.  He just stared at it and she stopped everything and gave
him a little lesson on female anatomy.  He touched her clit with a
trembling finger and carefully rubbed her pussy lips.  He raised his finger
to his nose and sniffed and she felt a stab of pure sexiness run through
her body.  Shit, she realized, I'm so fucking turned on...  I'm gonna cum,
before this is over.  One way or the other, I'm gonna cum, hard.

   She finally lay back and relaxed and he approached her cunt, closer and
closer.  Finally he bowed his head and she felt the hesitant touch of his
tongue on her pussy.

   "A little harder, dear," she said, his touch was so light she almost
couldn't feel it.  He pressed in harder, and she sighed.

   "My clit, darling," she said, pointing to it.  "When eating pussy, you
should concentrate on the clit.  Push it with your tongue, hard.  Smash
it."

   He took instruction well and pressed his tongue against her clit.  She
felt the familiar tightening on her calves that told her an orgasm was
imminent.  Good, she thought, this sweet little boy can do it for me.  He
can make me cum.  She relaxed.

   A few minutes later she did cum and it was a good one.  Just the sheer
sexiness and naughtiness of what she was doing made it a good one, she
thought.  He ate cunt like a pro.  He licked and lapped and tickled her
clit with his tongue and she came like a motherfucker.  He stopped,
puzzled, and she almost shouted, "Keep going!" and he did.  She twitched
and jerked and felt chill bumps on her thighs and back and shoulders.  She
had a fine orgasm, one she hoped to have every night from now on.  He's
started something I'm gonna keep going, she thought.  We are gonna do this
every night from now on.  He'll sleep in my bed and we'll fuck.

   Fuck.  We'll fuck, she repeated.  She wondered, she thought to
herself... I wonder if he can fuck.  His cute little cock had gotten hard
and stayed hard...  I've had a kid, she remembered...  but my pussy is
still pretty tight.  Her last boyfriend hadn't exactly been a giant but he
satisfied her completely with his average sized cock.  Dennis's cock was
maybe four inches long, possibly an inch in diameter, maybe slightly less.
I wonder, she thought.  I wonder if he can do it.  I wonder if I can cum
from being fucked by him.

   Why not, she thought.  We've gone this far, why not try?  Why not go all
the way?

   "Mom," he said, raising up from her.  "Mom...  can I...  can I lick...
your bottom?"

   What a peculiar child, she thought.  He wants to lick my asshole.  She
never expected that, she wouldn't have had the nerve to ask him to try,
even.  Some men she'd been with wouldn't even do that, although she loved
it.  She loved having her asshole licked as much as she loved having her
pussy licked.  It felt good and was fun, and was nice and sexy and naughty.

   "Certainly, darling," she said, sitting up, and rolling over on her
hands and knees.  She put her chest down on the bed, her ass in the air,
and felt him moving around back there.  At last he spread her ass cheeks
with his hands, and she felt his face on her butt as he sniffed her.  She
knew she'd be aromatic and sexy, she hadn't had a shower since last night.
She felt his tongue touch her, right in her puckered asshole, and a thrill
ran through her.  My son, she told herself again, my son is licking my
asshole.  My sweet, wonderful son.

   She could do this all night.  She sighed and relaxed, feeling his hands
knead and squeeze her ass cheeks as his tongue rubbed and licked her
asshole.  It was too much.  I haven't had this much fun in years, she told
herself.  What a good idea this beach trip was.  I never thought it'd turn
out like this.  I've had him all these years and never thought to try this
shit.  I'm a lucky girl, to have him.

   She finally turned and moved, separating his face from her ass, and met
his questioning eyes.

   "Dennis," she said.  "You are very good at eating pussy and I loved it.
You make Mommy proud.  Now...  now there's something else I want you to
try. I want you...  to put your penis inside me...  in my pussy, my cunt.
Do you want to try?"

   "Oh yes, mom," he said.  He crawled up on top of her and plastered his
face into hers.  They kissed and kissed again.  She pressed her tongue into
his mouth and licked his lips with it.  He tasted of her ass and cunt and
it turned her on.

   "Dennis," she said, sitting up, and pulling her nightgown over her head.
"Play with my tits, first, darling, suck on them.  Make love to them."

   The next few minutes were as enjoyable as having her pussy eaten.  He
licked and rubbed and squeezed her breasts, and she lay back and enjoyed
it. Miss Barbra, like I said earlier, had nice breasts, and they were
sensitive to touch.  She'd actually had orgasms in the past, from just
having her nipples sucked.  Dennis lay on her body, his mouth on her
breast, his hand grasping each one, and she enjoyed it immensely.  What a
expert he is, already, she thought.  He's going to be dangerous when he
grows up.

   At last there wasn't anywhere else to go.  He was in the right position,
even, she'd already felt his little cock poke her, in her crotch.  She
reached down and stroked it, hardening it up again, and finally positioned
it in the mouth of her cunt.  She grasped his firm young buttocks in each
hand and slowly pulled him into her body.  He went easily, she was wet,
and, he was just a kid, with a kid-sized cock.  She still felt him inside
her, and it felt good.  Not as deep as she was used to, and not as fat, but
it felt good.  And the sheer wickedness of what she was getting away with
turned her on like crazy.

   My son is fucking me, she thought.  My sweet little nine year old son is
fucking my cunt, like a master cocksman.  She drew him out, and pulled him
in again.  And again.  Damn, he felt good.  And, she told herself...  if he
can't cum, we can do this forever.  She wondered how long he could go, if
he'd be willing.

   "That feels great, mom," he said, sighing with pleasure.  He was happy.
He was getting to do things with his mother that he'd never even guessed
existed.  And it felt good.  Dennis was no stranger to the feelings his
penis could give him, he played with it regularly.  Sometimes in the
morning it was rock-hard, and he rubbed it on his pillow or touched it.  He
loved the feelings it presented him with.  And this...  getting to play
with his Mom...  her tastes and smells had excited him and almost drove him
into a frenzy.  He'd never dreamed his mother could taste so good when he'd
licked her, there...  in her girl place...  he'd loved it, and hoped she'd
let him do it again someday.  Even her bottom hole had tasted good and
excited him.  He'd touched his own bottom and sniffed his finger...  he
knew that smell well...  but it had excited him to smell and taste hers. 
He decided if they ever did this again he'd try and do something he'd done
to himself before, he'd stick his finger in her bottom.  That seemed like
fun to him.

   She finally fumbled for the vibrator and smashed it into her clit.  She
came hard as he fucked her, she had no idea how many times, it felt like a
half dozen.  It just blew her away.  Getting fucked and vibrated, that was
too cool.  She knew that normal sex would never again be enough.  This was
too cool.  A sweet young boy to fuck.  She had it all, she had it made. 
She was truly, outstandingly ecstatically happy.  She almost felt born
again, she felt so good.  She sighed and let the feelings carry her away.



   --==+==-

   Miss Barbra took a deep, gasping breath and let her son wrap his hard
muscular arms around her body.  Today had been his eighteenth birthday and
they'd had a fun day.  She knew tonight would be no different.  She was
comfortable with him and he her.  They meshed like a well-oiled machine. 
She spread her legs a little further and felt his questing cock probe her
pussy lips.  His long, fat wonderful cock.  She gave a little gasp as he
pushed into her, and in, and in.  God, he just killed her sometimes, he
went so deep he touched her soul.  Nothing turned her on like he did.  He
was one hell of a fuck-buddy; she had trained him well.  He pulled out and
she gasped for breath as he slammed into her, his pubic bone grinding
against hers.  Damn, he was good.  It just couldn't get any better.  But...
she knew it would.  She knew she'd cum like a motherfucker this time.  She
did every time.  This was just the beginning.  They were just getting
warmed up.



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