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   Alec in Thunderland

   Dedicated to Jryter (ASSTR)

   (-!-)

   My story started when I was sixteen.  I was going through a `growth
spurt' as my Mom once remarked.  "Alec you sure are growing like a weed and
you're getting muscles all up and down your arms and chest too." I remember
her telling me, but when I looked in the mirror, all I could see was a tall
skinny kid with a big nose and long hair.

   If all the young ladies were little white rabbits, I'd be a hare and I'd
teach 'em bad habits.

   If all the young ladies were sweet fruits and berries, I'd handle their
melons and nibble their cherries.

   If all the young ladies were little white flowers, I'd be a bee, and
suck them for hours.

   If all the young ladies were wheels on a car, Then I'd be the piston and
go twice as far.

   I was an only son of my parents and just before my turning sixteen my
Dad died.  After my Dad's death my Mom decided to leave Taxes and move to
Kalkaska to live with my Grandpa's on his farm.  My Mom's Mother had died a
few years earlier and since then my Grandpa was living with a small set of
servants.

   As far as my Dad was concerned he had some sort of extra sense that
allowed him to know the things in advance.  Once we were invited by Mr. 
and Mrs.  Dowson who lived in a three storey old house.  While the children
played Monopoly, my father led the adults in a séance, something he did
occasionally with close friends.  My father was able to tell them things
about their house that only a home-owner would know.  Like how the door
leading to the attic would sometimes be found wide open, despite it having
a tendency to stick so hard it took both arms to tug it open.  During the
séance that evening, my father slipped into a trance and reported what he
was seeing.  He said there was the sound of a young girl crying, hiding in
a kitchen cupboard.  The girl was crying because there had been a murder in
the house, most likely a servant whose quarters were in a sub-basement
below the house.  It scared the crap out of the Dowsons.

   He owned a set of Tarot cards through which he used to tell fortunes. 
It was a common party trick he performed regularly, usually among family
friends.  My father once told my mother's fortune, something that is
expressly forbidden by those who do readings.  But my father persisted and
proceeded anyway.  He dealt his Tarot cards and said to her, "You will be a
young widow".  My father died young, at the age of 41.  My mother Carolyn
was only 35.  He died a mile away from his house, and he told me that an
accident could happen a mile away from home.  He also asked me to take care
of mom in his absence.  His last words to me were, "She is going to need
you now, more then ever."

   My mom's side of the family is Southern Baptist and my grandpa was a
pastor.  However, my grandpa was the worst pastor you could ever imagine.
He would talk and talk and half the church was asleep by the time he was
half way done.  Being that my grandpa was a pastor and my mother was a
former student of a Christian college, religion was a huge part of my
upbringing.  I myself never been an overly religious person, but I do
believe in God and thanked Him many times for looking after me in my time
of hardship.

   The place we were living in had a reputation for bad weather.  While we
used to have dark rain clouds on most afternoons, they were NOT DROPPING
RAIN.  Normally we called that the "dry heaves" because thunder and
lightening would come but no rain.  I think the specifics of these weather
manipulations involved the presence of some chemical, radiation/light wave
or other process that prevents the clouds from releasing rain.  But when it
rained it rained hard.  In a brief period we could see flooding on the
roads.



   For me the life at farm was not as good as it was in city.  It was quite
a culture shock.  I lost all of my friends and asked to take care of some
farm activities.  I got admitted in a local school but with studying and
farm work I had no real time to focus on girls and dating.



   The village had several large barns and assorted out buildings to house
the animals and crops.  Each family owned their own house, but there was a
community kitchen where social events took place and meals were prepared
and eaten.  The dark, rich loam of the farmland, carefully tended for
generations, was bountiful.  A shallow creek, verdant with watercress
undulating between the polished quartz rocks along its banks, ran through
the holler basin.  The pigs provided most of the meat for the table,
alternated with the chickens and their eggs.



   Corn was a plentiful crop.  It was picked fresh from the fields and
boiled on the cob for dinner, canned as whole kernels, or preserved with
green and red peppers as pickerel relish.  Whatever was not consumed
immediately was canned and stored in the cellar -- a hollowed out, granite
rock-lined depression in the side of the hill behind the house.

   One day just before Mom was busy somewhere, Grandpa told me that he
didn't want his farm sold when he died.



   "Alec I know you don't know the first thing about farming, and it's hard
to learn in a short while, but I'd really like to know that you would take
this farm and make it your home one day.  If you think you'd ever do that,
I want you to tell me now."



   "Grandpa, I never even been on a farm except this one, I like it out
here where it's so peaceful and quiet.  I never had but three friends all
my life that really mattered, so it's not like I'm giving up a lot.  If
you're sure about this and you don't think I would mess up all you worked
for, then I think I would do my best and hire some good help and keep it
going for you."



   "Alec, all you got to do now days is find a good farmer to rent it to,
you don't have to farm the land yourself, that is unless one day you wanted
to."



   "Then I can do that Grandpa."



   "I feel better now Alec, you and your Mom's all I got left, and I don't
want to lose all this; it belonged to my Dad and his Dad before that."



   "Thank you Grandpa, I'll take care of it."



   I know what it took two living animals to reproduce.  I had seen dogs
making puppies, Cows making caves.  I did begin to know what made a girl
pretty and I could tell the ones that were pretty and the ones that were
not.  There was a girl named Angela I started admiring.  She was taller,
had hips, legs, and lumps in her sweater.  Best of all when she moved I
could smell her.  Worst of all every time I smelled her I got another
boner.

   I was interested in Angela but she seemed interested in Tom.  He was a
year older than us and was getting ready to start his second year at the
local junior college.  His claim to fame was that he played football.  It
seemed the girls of our town really liked football players.  There was
times when students used to hang out at the pool as a group and joked,
laughed and had fun together.

   If all the young ladies were sweet fruits and berries, I'd handle their
melons and nibble their cherries.

   If all the young girls were like cows in the pasture, I'd be a bull and
fill them with rapture.

   If all the young ladies were sheep in the clover, I'd be a ram and ram
them all over.

   If all the young ladies were bells in a tower, And I were a sexton, I'd
bang every hour.

   If all the young girls were like trees in the forest, And I were a
woodsman, I'd split their clitoris.

   As far as my life at farm was concerned lots of times we just sat on the
porch and looked across the fields at all the corn and waved when somebody
would drive by and blow the horn.

   The only female near me was my mom.  She was a tall, sexy, mysterious
woman that I secretly loved to just sit and look at, any time she was close
by.  However, my real fascination with mom started one afternoon when I
went to her room for something.  What I saw from the open door stopped me
from going in.

   She was lying sideways on her bed, her feet propped up on the foot rail
and I looked at mom a little different.  Her hair was done well and it lay
on her shoulder.  She was propped on her elbow as she lay on her hip now,
her feet high on the foot rail.  I saw mom's white blouse was really filled
up, I had never even looked at mom's titties before, well, not really
stared at them anyway.  I thought of mom naked and my dick really got big
and hard then, I decided to leave without meeting her.  I think this was
when I realized that my mother was a beautiful lady and more than a Mom.

   The next day, mom and I had to go into town for some shopping.  In the
feed-shop I saw the shop owner's daughter, standing behind the counter. 
Her thick glasses and poor complexion made her somewhat homely, but she had
a nice body.  Mom shot me a glance as she caught me staring at the girl's
chest.

   "What was that all about?" she said as we climbed into the truck.

   I acted like I didn't hear her and stared straight ahead with a
glassy-eyed expression.  Mom started the engine and pulled out onto the
highway.  We rode in silence for a ways, but I could sense that she looking
at me.

   The subject of sexuality began to manifest itself frequently in our
interaction.  On the surface, we bonded in our sexual frustration, and our
isolation from the outside world that dimmed our prospects of finding a
partner.

   (-!-)



   One night I noticed an ominous mass of cloud on the horizon, soon the
wind picked up there was no doubt that it was going to be a thunderstorm.
After watching the clouds for some time I entered my room.  I was surprised
to see my mom sitting on my bed.



   "I was hoping I could catch you, I wanted to ask if you would rub my
back, I think I pulled a muscle today."



   "I'm sorry I wasn't expecting you to be up here Mom.  I just wanted to
talk for a while with Grandpa.



   "I am happy that you take care of him .You're really growing up Alec."



   Mom had her thick housecoat on and she turned her back to me as she sat
on the side of the bed.



   "Mom you may need to let your robe down off your shoulders some so I can
rub your back, tell me where it feels sore."



   "Right between my shoulder blades, and Alec I feel embarrassed to let my
robe down, maybe I just need to take a sleeping pill and see if it's not
gone by tomorrow."



   "Mom, I'll be glad to rub your back, now just let your robe slip down so
I can." I took the collar of her robe and pulled it back, she had a hold
but let it slip as I pulled.  She didn't have a gown on.



   I had never in my life even touched my Mom's skin, other than when she
hugged me which she wasn't really prone to do a lot of.



   Now here I was being asked to rub her back and I felt excitement and
nervousness as I looked at her smooth shoulders and arms above where she
still held her robe tight around her.



   I opened both hands and extended my fingers, then lay them against her
back with my thumbs right between her shoulder blades.  I pressed firmly
but not hard into her soft flesh and she jumped.



   "Was that the place, did I push too hard?" I asked when she flinched.



   "No, it's just that I've never been touched like that and I jumped, move
just a little lower and to your right a bit, then use the point of your
thumbs again, I'll try to be still." Mom told me.



   I wouldn't let myself look across her shoulders where her tits were
exposed, or at the mirror she was facing either, I didn't want her to feel
embarrassed about me touching her skin.



   "Yes right there Alec, will you kinda move your thumbs around in circles
as you press down there, I must have either pulled a muscle or pinched a
nerve, it is really sore there."



   "Mom, I've never even done this before, but if you think I can, I'll try
to make it feel better."



   With my extended fingers up on her shoulders and my thumbs against her
back near her spine, I massaged the place as she slumped her head forward
and I felt her relax.



   I moved my finger tips and pressed into her muscles on her shoulders too
as I worked my hands in circles.



   When I would cross the tender spot on her back with my thumbs, she would
give a sharp jerk then droop back down to a slump.



   "Alec, you have such a tender touch, I could just fall over limp as you
do that."



   "Mom you can lie down if you like, then you wouldn't be exposed, that is
if you want me to rub you more."



   Without a word, Mom rose up and turned to lie down on her stomach, her
robe now down even more to expose her middle back and rib cage.  I looked
and saw her left titty mashed and almost out from under her on the side.



   I could hardly believe this was my Mom as I looked down, I had never
even thought of my Mom looking like this under her clothes.



   "Mom can you move over toward the middle of the bed and scoot up toward
the pillow some, so I can sit beside you and put more pressure when I rub."



   Mom didn't say a word, she just scooted over and up at the same time and
I pressed down even harder now along her shoulder blades and back muscles.



   I rubbed down her back more and she moaned that it felt so good and
relaxing.



   I rubbed my hands on the small of her back and she squirmed a bit and
slid up more, I saw the top of her buttocks now and the start of her split.



   My hands felt like a magnet was drawing them as I spread both hands and
rubbed firm but gently on her back just above the swell of her hips.



   I thought I saw Mom push down with her hips, but she just moaned into
the pillow and I kept rubbing.



   Mom squirmed more and moved up and down like a cat when I rubbed her
back from top to bottom.  She was moaning and telling me, "Yes right there,
and press harder right there".



   I looked and her robe was all the way off her buttocks now and just
about to slide off onto the floor.  I could see her thighs and the crease
of her buttocks where her legs became butt.



   At first I felt guilt that I was looking at Mom's backside, and then I
just kept looking.  I felt as if I were looking through different eyes and
seeing beauty where beauty was.  I saw beauty in my Mom's body.

   Roses are red Pickles are green.  I love your legs & what's in between!



   When I would move down to Mom's lower back and press my thumbs into her
tight muscles, she would squirm her buttocks and tighten them into a clench
and release them as I moved back up.



   This fascinated me the way her buttocks could close tight and open as if
to relax and invite my eyes to see more.



   I did see more, as I slid down beside her hips now and massaged more of
her buttocks now than her back.  I pressed deep into the soft flesh of her
cheeks and she clenched and relaxed with my every movement.



   I made a lower movement than usual and my hands were actually at the top
of her thighs now, my thumbs deep between the fleshy globes of her buttocks
and I felt moisture.



   I moved lower to Mom's thighs and she opened her legs wider, when I
moved back toward her buttocks, she spread her legs to where her feet were
actually off the bed.



   I saw her pussy hair now and I saw the wetness between her buttocks.  I
looked hard and still could not see her pussy lips, I felt guilty now and
moved my hands back over her buttocks.  She raised her bottom up off the
bed and pushed back against my hands.



   I pushed my thumbs deep into her split and pulled her buttocks open wide
as I saw her narrow wet pussy and her neatly trimmed hair.



   I touched her lips and she moaned, I leaned over and lay my cheek on her
smooth buttocks and let my thumb slide into her wet opening.  I could feel
her lips and her inner muscles grip my thumb and I pushed it all the way
inside her.



   Mom raised her buttocks more and I let my hand drop between her thighs
and I pushed my thumb deep and moved it as I let my fingers lay on the
front of her pussy and caress her through her short pubic hair.



   Mom pushed and gripped my thumb repeatedly, while her hips moved against
my hand in a fucking motion and I held it tight to her pussy opening so she
could get what she was trying for.



   She pushed back hard and tensed up tight as she bucked her buttocks hard
against my hand and I pushed even deeper with my thumb and made it squirm
as I curled my knuckle inside her.  I felt her clit pop up as the base of
my thumb pressed into her tight lips.



   She gripped my thumb with such force it surprised me and I moved in and
out now, making her hump her buttocks up and down faster as her orgasm hit
her with such a force that she slumped forward.



   My thumb, hand and wrist was still entrapped between her thighs as she
trembled and clenched her buttocks tight to milk the last of the feeling
from her insides.



   "Lie still Mom." I said as I hurried to get a warm wet washcloth.



   When I returned, she had not moved except to breath.  When I sat down
beside her hips, I glanced at her face that was turned to the side and I
saw her looking at me.



   I leaned over and pulled her buttocks wide and washed her all over her
pussy and even up and down the split of her soft buttocks.



   I went back to my bathroom and washed the cloth out and opened my
pajamas and washed my own cum off me where I had shot when Mom got her cum
just now.



   I went back to my room and got clean pajama bottoms and pulled them on,
Mom was sound asleep and I covered her with a sheet and crawled into the
other twin bed in my room.



   I looked over at my sleeping Mom and knew we had opened a new door in
our life, I didn't know what we were gonna find there, but I had a whole
new respect for Mom and her personal feelings now and I felt closer to her
than ever before.

   (-!-)



   Just after sleeping I started to dream.  In my dream I saw my Mom coming
toward me in a forest.  She wore a simple cotton print housedress.  I could
guess she wore no underclothes as her firm but heavy breasts swayed beneath
the thin cotton dress.  As she walked toward me her sensuously rounded hips
swung in unison with the swaying of her proud, prominent breasts.

   There was a stiff breeze blowing so her dress hem was caught in the wind
and as she turned and put her hands down in an effort to stop the wildly
flying dress from exposing her naked privates, I caught the split second in
time when her entire buttocks were exposed to my eyes.



   Mom giggled with embarrassment, and turned to the side as the wind
swirled around her and flipped her dress up once more; this time exposing
her naked pussy.  She was excited, and her pussy lips were wet and puffed,
as if the wind was involved in foreplay with her tender, sensitive
womanhood that had been starved for attention and ignored for a year now.



   She scolded me, laughingly, for looking at her when she was helpless to
cover her nakedness.  I was looking at the bulging bodice of her cotton
dress.  The deep, open valley of her smooth creamy cleavage heaved, as she
breathed hard in excitement, and embarrassment, smiling a demure smile and
looked at him with eyes half closed.



   Her hard ripe nipples were pushed against the thin cotton dress, as if
trying to rip holes of escape for the rest of the proud, wild flesh that
strained to be free.



   "Show Me." I said; in a whisper,



   Mom grabbed the deep vee opening of her bodice, and pulled it down and
away, as her firm, proud breasts began to spill out over the opening in her
dress like water overflowing the banks of a river.



   More and more her breasts spilled out; until the weight of them took
over, and her full ripe, eager breasts jumped from the bindings, and sprang
up and out, to stand proudly at attention, capped by rose colored nipples
that were swollen and rubbery as they stood proudly on the tips of her
resilient mounds.



   The size and weight of her breasts alone was enough to make them sag
slightly, but they defied age and gravity as they proudly sprang back from
being suddenly dropped from their support, to stand nearly perfect at
attention.

   I woke up to find my pajamas soaked in my cum.  `Damn,' I said to
myself. I got up and went to the bathroom.  I washed and changed.  I think
I had some sound sleep afterwards.



   I woke up early as has become my habit here in corn country, and smelled
the smells of breakfast downstairs.  After doing my morning pee, washing my
face and hands and brushing my teeth, I went downstairs with some
nervousness.



   Mom saw me as I came down the stairs into the hallway and she smiled at
me.  She smiled a different smile than I remember seeing this early in the
morning.



   "Morning Alec, I woke up hungry and wanted to cook a special breakfast
for you and Dad.  How was your night?



   "I slept good Mom, but then I always do, how was your night?" I shot
back at her to see what her reaction would be after I had massaged her back
as well as rub her to orgasm.



   "Alec, I woke up at daylight with the most wonderful feeling I have ever
had.  I feel better than I have in I don't know how long and even though I
still have a little twinge in my back, I feel so good and alive and I am
excited about being here in Kalkaska and about the new life you and I are
beginning."



   "Gosh Mom, maybe I need to rub your back more often, if you feel all
this after just one session at the mercy of my expert therapy." I kidded,
not really thinking of what implications I may have just made.



   "I hope that you will allow me to lie on your therapy table again. 
Alec, I feel that I may be guilty of pushing you away from me all these
years."

   "I realized this morning that we have never really been close and it was
me that made us have that gap in our lives.  I'm going to change.  Come
here and hug me Alec and don't worry that I have my sleep clothes on."



   I grabbed my Mom and held her tight against me as she squirmed to get
closer too.  We stood there for the longest and I felt my dick get hard and
pushed back from her waist.  Mom put her hands on my butt and pulled me
back.



   "It's all alright Alec; you are a young growing boy with hormones that
sometimes get aroused by touch.  I want you to know that you can hug me
anytime."



   "Thanks Mom and I have no control over this, when I felt your leg press
to me, it just happened."



   I was still standing close to Mom, my head was pressed to her shoulder,
I am taller than her now.



   "Sit down and eat your breakfast, Dad said he wanted to sleep in this
morning and I'm going to take his tray in to him."



   I ate my breakfast with a smile on my face, I felt like I had not only
moved to Kalkaska with my Mom, I felt like I was living in Utopia and there
was no wrong to ever enter my life again.



   That morning the relationship I had with my mom change, at least to me.
I started to think of her sexually.  Trying to get a glimpse of any part of
her body, since she always wore covered clothing's that covers her body
from neck to the middle shank of her leg, it was impossible to getting any
view.





   At night when we had finished dinner and when Mom got up to clear the
table it started raining.  Grandpa ventured outside to try to stop the
banging of a loose shutter.  The weather had gotten worse: the wind had
picked up and the rain was turning to sleet.  Within no time rain was
coming in torrents, mixed with oversized hailstones, broken by thunder and
lightning.  As I moved to my room the power went off.  Luckily there were a
few candles in the house.  I heard grandpa telling me, "You just stay right
where you are young man, I'll get you a candle."



   He soon appeared in my room with a burning candle.  My mom came in too
behind him.  As he put the candle on a smooth surface I thanked him, "I
really needed that grandpa.  I'll be alright, now you and mom can go on to
bed and get some rest."



   "Let's go Carolyn, so he can rest," grandpa said to mom.  "You and I
need to get some rest too.  I didn't finish my nap this afternoon."



   "You go on dad.  I want to stay here with Alec for a few minutes until
this storm dye down, and then I'll take my rest."



   Grandpa lit another candle with the burning candle and said almost to
himself, "No one should be out in such a storm." He then went away to his
room.



   I remembered times when I was much younger how the thunder and lightning
had always affected my mother back then.  I'd always found it exciting to
watch, never being afraid of it, though it was obvious my mother became
considerably frightened by it.  My dad thought it was foolishness on her
part to show such fear of it when she was as he called it, "totally safe
and nothing to be afraid of."



   "You just lie still.  I'm right here by your side," mom said and slid up
next to the head of my bed.



   She brushed my wild shock of hair back and then leaned down to kiss me
on my cheek.  Due to her shadow over me she missed and kissed my lips
instead.

   As she broke the kiss I felt my pecker jump and jerk.  The next crack of
lightning lit up the night sky, but then a strong flow of air turned the
candle off.

   Without any hesitation mom slipped into bed beside me.  Immediately she
was tucking my head against her breast, her hand gently stroking my face as
I lay there in the crook of her arm.

   That simple gesture took me back to days so long ago when we would often
lie there together in my bed, listening to the sound of the thunder as it
washed over us, eventually moving away.  Very often, she would fall asleep
there in my arms or me in hers, though she would generally get up sometime
before sunrise and make her way back into her own room.  Except for the
very accidental contact of her breast perhaps pressing against me, or an
inadvertent brush against her if I should be spooning her from behind,
there was never any sort of sexual contact whatsoever.



   "You smell good Mom," I said as I inhaled her sweet smell of some light
perfume she uses.



   "My baby boy has grown up to be a very big man, I'm proud that you still
love me, even though you are embarrassed to hold me tight.  We've grown
apart since you've gotten older."



   "I love you Mom, we need to do this more often,"



   "Strangely enough...I've miss doing this too, takes me back quite a
ways," she answered.



   "There is one thing I wouldn't mind doing again," I told her, watching
for signs of her reaction.  Obviously, she knew I was heading somewhere,
though not quite sure yet where that was.

   "Oh?  And what would that be?" she asked.



   "I remember you once telling me how much you enjoyed breast-feeding me,"
I told her.  "Sort of makes me wish I could experience that again," I said.



   She laughed at that.  "Not very damn likely," she told me.  "For one, I
don't have milk in my tits anymore," she began.  "And two...I'm not sure
that it's very wise for either one of us to entertain certain things
again," she said a bit more seriously.



   With mom lying beside me, cradling me as she was, I had no intention of
trying to hide my sudden arousal.  Mother, of course, felt my cock between
her legs.  The cool night air hit my pecker as Mom ran her fingers under my
boxer leg and grabbed my dick.  I froze in place.



   "Mom?"



   "I need to feel to make sure you're alright down there Alec.  Is it
alright if your Mom touches you so she can be sure?"



   "Yeah."



   "Alec, you are growing into a handsome young man, the girls will soon be
swarming all over you.  Then when you show just one of them that you have
such a big cock, the word will get all around; you will have more than one
girl wanting to date you." Mom said.



   "Aww Mom.  Heck I haven't even been on a date, and haven't even seen but
two breasts with nothing on them, and they were yours."



   "Alec?"



   "Yes Ma'am?"



   "Do you ever touch yourself to release the pressure?"



   "Yes Ma'am I do some, but not a lot."



   "Maybe I need to help you release some pressure Alec.  Would you be
embarrassed if your Mom did that for you?  Just for health reasons though,
not that I'd do this otherwise, OK?"



   "Yeah."



   I felt the cool night air hit my swollen pecker as Mom rolled my sheet
back further.



   "Alec, you are really growing up to be a strong young man.  You're
already as big down here as your Dad.  Did you know that?"



   "No shit?"



   "Alec, don't you dare use that language in front of me.  I'm your Mom
and I'm trying to make sure there's nothing wrong with your body."



   "Sorry Mom, I just didn't know my pecker is as big as Dad's and when you
said that, I was wishing I could see it."



   "Well, we'll let it pass this time but you watch your tongue around me
young man, or I'll be forced to spank your behind, you're not too old you
know."



   "Yes Ma'am."



   "Alec, you're growing in my hand.  I'm going to help you relieve the
pressure before you swell so much you do permanent damage to your
reproductive organs."



   "Yes Ma'am and hurry Mom, I need it."



   I was in heaven, I just knew I was.



   Mom was jacking me off in my bed and my pecker was swelling so bad she
couldn't get her fingers around it.



   I shot my cum all over my belly, all over Mom's arm and hand and all
over the sheet.  I was still shooting when I felt Mom put her mouth on my
pecker.  I shot another rapid fire burst of shots then.



   (-!-)



   "Alec?"



   "Yes Ma'am."



   "Is that feeling some better?"



   "Yes Ma'am, but it's still swollen and tingling."



   "I know Honey; I just don't know what you're going to do with your penis
now.  It's way too big for any young girl that's never had one in her,
you'd rip her apart."



   "Is that means that I'll never be able to get married and have a
family?" I was totally saddened with the thought.



   "I doubt if it'll be that drastic, you'll just have to be gentle with
the woman you put this into.  Let her get used to the feel before you shove
it too deep in her pussy.  I meant to say vagina Alec, excuse me."



   "Yes Ma'am, you're excused.  I slip up once in a while and say pussy
too."



   "Well, it's alright for boys to say that word, but respectable women
don't normally call their vagina's a pussy."



   "I understand Mom.  I reckon I'm just deformed for life now Mom.  I'll
never know how it feels to get some pussy on a date because no girl can
take my pecker in her pussy, can they?" I was devastated by the thought of
a life of abstinence.



   "Like I said Alec, I think a girl could take you in her pussy, if you
and she were real careful the first time," Alec's fear of the future was
still bleak.



   "I sure wish I knew for sure before I start dating, now that I'm
sixteen."



   "You just hold still, I'm going to measure you and see how big you are.
Oh goodness there's no light.  I'll have to do that later."



   "Yes Ma'am."



   "I can do this another way Alec, but you have to realize that this is
strictly for personal health reasons and not for pleasure, you understand?"



   "Yes Ma'am."



   Then I felt Mom put her knee on the side of bed and pulled her gown off.



   She slid up over her my big swollen pecker and lowered her body into a
sitting position just below my groin.



   "Hold yourself upright Alec.  I'll measure your pecker this way and we
will both know if a woman can take you inside her wet pussy."



   "Yes Ma'am," I grabbed my rigid cock and stood it up under Mom as she
lowered herself down onto my shaft.



   With my hand still holding onto her ass, I gripped her, holding her in
place, felt the head of my prick knock at the door of her sex, and then
entered her in one single upward thrust, impaling her fully.



   "Yes Alec, it's slipping right in and it's going all the way up inside
my pussy.  Oh it's so deep and it's tingling and jerking up and down inside
me."



   "I can feel it too Mom.  Will it go all the way up inside you?"



   "It will, or I'll still be here at daylight trying."



   I felt Mom slide her vagina right down to the bottom of my pecker now.
She was resting on my testicles and they were tingling and twitching all
around between my legs.

   I held her against me like that, my hand once again soothing and
caressing her ass, slowly feeling her coming around, the pulsating
gyrations of her pussy, her hips now beginning to circulate against me as
we began to finally and so sensually fuck one another.

   I speared her again, and again, over and over.  My cock thrusting
deeply, in and out of that velvety hot sheath as she rode back against me,
gripping and squeezing my shaft with her cunt.  She finally sat up, her
hands reaching down, grabbing the bottom of her shift.  I was mildly
surprised as she yanked it up and over her head, tossing it away.  Her bare
breasts were lustfully calling out as I reached up, taking each one between
my fingers and gently rolling them, hard fat little thimbles of pleasure.

   "Oh fuck!  Fuck!" she cried out, her eyes closing, her hands coming down
to grip my thighs as she now forcefully ground herself upon my shaft which
filled her completely, fully.  I could feel my balls actually caressing her
legs between her thighs, the tip of my prick deep enough to pound against
her cervix as she straddled me, still grinding away, moaning out
pleasurably over and over.



   "Alec do you feel the tingle getting stronger in your cock, my pussy is
tingling too and I am gonna cum all over you."



   "I feel it Mom, let it go.  I'll let mine go inside you at the same
time."



   I felt my cock swell even more and start to jerk like it was hooked up
to a spark plug wire.  I felt her pussy grip my cock and held on tight as I
fucked up into her.



   "Mom?"



   "Alec?"



   "I'm gonna shoot you full, you better be ready."



   "I'm ready Alec, shoot me."



   I shot her time and time again and felt it run down over my swollen
balls and down to my butt cheeks and pool on my bed sheet.



   Mom let my cock rub up against her swollen clitoris and she flooded me
with her juice, spraying out all over us and the bed.



   "Alec?"



   "Yes Ma'am?"



   "I think your cock will be alright Hon.  You'll be able to fuck any
woman you want to, with that fine sexual apparatus."



   "Thanks Mom, you're the best Mom a sixteen year old boy could ever
have."



   "Why thank you Alec, for that compliment.  I need to hurry and wash up
so I can go to my room.  I'll see you in the morning Hon, you just holler
if you need me."



   "I will Mom and thanks again for making sure I wasn't hurt and that my
sexual organs weren't damaged any."



   "They are in exceptional shape Alec.  I think you'll be the envy of all
your friends and all the girls will drop their panties in a heartbeat for
you.  As a matter of fact they'll probably even stop wearing them."



   Mom said as she held a towel to her pussy and grabbed her night gown and
swished out my door and down the hall to the bathroom to wash up.



   I slid over out of the huge wet spot and went into a deep restful sleep.



   I dreamed of flashes of lightning, flashes of white butt cheeks, and he
dreamed of my Motorcycle as all the chrome shined in the light of the
flashes.

   (-!-)



   I didn't avoid Mom the next day.  Not on your life.  At breakfast I
tried to send private messages to Mom through meaningful glances but she
was oblivious to every one.  Not once did I receive an acknowledgement of
any kind.  Mom didn't flash me a secret smile or glance, or avert her eyes
in sudden discomfort upon interpreting an uncomfortable signal.  She was
the same mother I had known every day of my life.  Mom dealt with me the
way she always did.

   At one point late in the morning, when grandpa left the kitchen to visit
the bathroom, I sauntered over to where she was standing and stood beside
her.

   Looking out the window as she was, I casually remarked, "You look really
nice today Mom."

   "Oh?" she replied wistfully.

   "Yeah," I said.  "I don't know what it is but there's something special
about you today."



   I didn't touch her or say anything more.  I left it at that.  When I
heard grandpa approaching I simply walked away, outside, signaling my
understanding that this special moment was over, that it wasn't to be
shared with anyone no matter how close or important.  It's hard to describe
but that quiet moment seemed more intimate than the previous night when she
lay on top of me with my softening cock still dripping between her legs. 
The connection was ephemeral yet concrete and enduring.  I hadn't known
what to expect.  I thought it cruel of Mom to tease me the way she did. 
She flitted around near me sending signals that made my dormant cock sore.
She wasn't brazen but grandpa presence prevented that, but she managed to
let me know she was interested in seeking my moral support again.  A smile
here, a flash of her eyes there, an unnecessary twist of her torso to
emphasize the jut of her breast, the fall of her skirt from her knee baring
the underside of a curved thigh and, late in the afternoon, the incessant
tap of her bare foot as it dangled her flip flop from a painted toe.  Oh, I
got the message all right, or at least I thought I did.

   Then something took my attention away from Mom.  The football player
named Tom invited a group of students back to his house to dance and have
snacks.  About ten of us went.

   Tom danced just with Angela.  He put some slow songs on their record
player and danced very close to Angela.  I wanted to dance with Angela but
since she was occupied with Tom I danced with Betty and with Carole.  I
discovered I liked dancing with both of them and I watched Angela at the
same time.  After dancing to a few songs Tom kissed Angela when a song
ended.  At first I was jealous of Tom and then I paid attention to how he
kissed Angela.  It was nothing like the kisses I had learned.

   Someone suggested to play spin the bottle.  Lucky for me one of the
other kids didn't know how to play either so the girl, Betty, who had
recommended the game explained.

   `We sat in a circle and whoever was "it" spun a bottle lying on its side
in the middle.  The closest person of the opposite sex to where the bottle
pointed when it stopped would kiss the person who spun the bottle.'

   Betty spun first and the bottle pointed at Pete.  Pete was the joker of
our group and he made the kiss a joke.  As their lips touched he made a
loud smacking noise with his mouth.  Betty looked disappointed as she sat
back down.  Pete spun and the bottle aimed at Carole, the shyest girl in
the whole town.  I believed she would blush for the rest of her life if
Pete kissed her.  Again he made it a joke, by kissing her hand.  Now it was
her turn.

   She spun the bottle and it landed on Tom.  Carole said something about
not kissing Tom as she looked at Angela but Angela urged her to "Go ahead,
kiss him." Tom leaned over and kissed Carole full on the mouth and made the
kiss last fifteen seconds or so.  There were Ooooo's and Ahhhh's from the
others around the circle as the kiss lasted.

   Tom spun and got Betty.  She really wanted to be kissed by Tom.  She put
her arms around his neck and was in no hurry.  Tom kissed her just like he
kissed Carole and got more Ooooo's and Ahhhhh's as his reward.

   Betty spun and got me.  A momentary look passed over her that said that
she didn't want to kiss me but had hoped to get another shot at Tom.  I
leaned towards her and remembered my lessons.  My lips touched hers and
softly pressed against hers.  I increased the pressure just a little and
then backed away.  The kiss didn't last long but was effective.  I got her
attention.  We sat back down and I was told to spin.  As I grasped the
bottle I was thinking I wanted to kiss Angela.  As I spun the bottle I
realized I really just wanted to kiss someone other than mom.

   The bottle went around four or five times and stopped, pointing at
Betty. She smiled at me and leaned forward.  I got up on my knees and held
her face in my hands.  I gently kissed her and focused on thinking, "I am
telling you I love you with this kiss." I lost track of time and only the
voices of the other kids brought us back.  We both blushed as we sat back
down.

   I was glad we sat down as I was getting hard.  I didn't think that
getting hard would be a socially acceptable thing in this group.

   I spun the bottle and it landed on Betty.  I didn't get a chance to even
get up on my knees!  Betty said, "Yes!" and jumped onto my lap.  Her arms
went around my neck and she leaned in for her kiss.  As our lips touched I
whispered, "Soft."

   Our lips touched and she pressed hers against mine.  Soft and warm with
oh, so much pent up energy behind the touch.  I put my arms around her
waist and thought, "I am telling you I love you with this kiss." The
pressure from our lips increased and she snuggled in closer to me.

   Angela said, "Hey, we're playing too!"

   The others laughed.  Betty and I just kissed.  I didn't touch her with
my tongue and she didn't open her mouth in invitation.  I just felt the
energy between us and I liked it.  When the kiss did end Betty said, "I
think I'll stay right here."

   It was her turn to spin and she did.  The bottle stopped on Tom.  She
leaned towards him and he leaned to her, then stopped.

   "You sit on Alec's lap for a kiss and all I get is a lean?"

   "When you can kiss like Alec I'll sit on your lap."

   Tom heard a sharp intake of breath from the others.  He had just been
put down by Betty.  His face showed anger and determination and he leaned
closer to Betty for his kiss.

   He puckered up and kissed Betty.  It didn't last long and when Betty sat
back against me she said, "I'll stay right here, thank you."

   Everyone could tell Tom was upset.  He had gone from the most popular
boy to somewhere back in the pack in the space of fifteen minutes.  We
heard Tom's parents in the kitchen and knew they would be intruding on us
very soon.  We stashed the bottle under the couch and put a record on. 
When, a minute later, Tom's Mom came in with a tray of sandwiches we were
all dancing.

   She put the sandwiches down, held her hands over her ears to tell us the
music was too loud, and then she went back in their living room.  Betty was
still holding on to me.  When the song ended Angela and Carole grabbed
Betty and off they went for the bathroom.  I found out later that what they
wanted to know what was so special about kissing Alec.  I also found out
that Betty told them that she felt the kiss all the way "down there!"

   When they came back Angela found the bottle and we all sat in the circle
again.  Betty told everyone that she had had more turns than anyone so she
was letting Angela have her turn.  Angela spun the bottle and then she
stopped it when it pointed at me.  I almost hurt my face, I grinned so
hard.

   Angela wanted to kiss me.  She stood up and walked the two steps across
the circle and sat down on my lap.  I realized that this was probably
something they had talked about while they were in the bathroom.  She
wrapped her arms around my neck just as Betty had done and said, "Please
kiss me."

   I was more than ready.  I leaned and she leaned.  Our lips touched and I
pressed gently.  Angela's lips were softer than Betty's lips.  They tasted
differently.  I thought again, "I am telling you I love you with this
kiss." And, I put my hands just above her hips.  The kiss ended and she
said, "May I have another?"

   Tom jumped up and said, "Enough of this stupid game!  Let's do something
fun!"

   The boys all agreed that throwing a football out in the yard would be
fun.  They got up and expected the girls and me to follow.  I never had
liked football and couldn't think of a single reason I wanted to throw a
football when the alternative was kissing.

   We realized that we couldn't just stay in Tom's house and kiss while Tom
and Pete and Henry were outside.  So we did follow, slowly.  I needed to go
slowly because I was still hard.  We watched Pete throw to Henry and then
Henry threw the ball to Tom.  Tom made a nice catch and then threw the ball
to me, and he threw it hard.  I had a new enemy.  The ball hit me and I
made a noise as it fell to the ground.

   "What's wrong Alec, can't you even catch a football?" The taunt was from
Tom.  I was hurt and angry and took the bait.

   "If I knew it was coming I could catch it.  I don't want to play
football."

   "Alec would rather play with the girls.  Maybe I should see if my sister
will loan you one of her dolls."

   "No thanks, I have all the dolls I want right here."

   From there the fight started.  Tom rushed me and tackled me.  We rolled
around on his front yard until his Dad came out and stopped the fight.

   (-!-)

   Later I walked into my house and saw my Mom and grandpa sitting at the
table.  Grandpa spoke first.

   "Sounds like you had an exciting day."

   "Too exciting for my tastes."

   "I want you to tell us all about it," mom said.

   I told the story, leaving out the game of spin the bottle and the
kissing.  They listened and accepted that Tom had been the antagonist. 
Grandpa wanted to know if I thought I was going to have any more physical
incidents with Tom.  I guessed that Tom wasn't about to let it go.  His
feelings were hurt and his status attacked.

   Mom was worried that I would get hurt.  I told her that though I was not
huge like Tom but I believed I was stronger and certainly faster than him.
Grandpa told me not to hurt him too badly if the fight did happen.  If I
hurt him badly he would be an enemy for life.

   I went to bed thinking about Tom, Angela and Betty.  I thought about
Angela the most but felt my penis notice when I thought about kissing
Betty. Sometime after I went to sleep I was joined in bed by Mom.  She was
nude and she woke me when she snuggled against me.

   "What the..."

   "Shhhhhhh."

   "Mom?" I whispered.

   "I can guess what the fight was about." she whispered

   "I told you what it was about."

   "You kissed Tom's girl didn't you?"

   "Why would I do that?"

   "Maybe you were all playing a game?"

   "I didn't know what the game was until it started.  I couldn't think of
a way to say I didn't want to play."

   "I warn you that your kisses can be dangerous."

   "I don't know what to do now.  Angela wants me to kiss her more."

   "I can only teach you how to be a lover.  You will have to decide about
how to be responsible with what you learn.  I can tell you about the
possible consequences of your actions but you will need to choose what to
do."

   As she talked to me she stroked me.  I was hard and hoped she would suck
me as she had done before.  Mom took her time and continued to talk.

   "Did you use your tongue?"

   "Not at first.  I was gentle and soft like you taught me.  I held them
softly and without touching their breasts or their butts."

   "Show me."

   I kissed her in the same way as my first kisses with Angela and Betty.
In the second kiss Mom pushed her tongue through my lips and we were
kissing with passion.  I shifted on the bed and Mom was lying on my chest.
I could feel skin to skin pressure against my hard penis.

   "You must promise me you will not do this with the girls.  If you do
they could get pregnant.  As much as you want to put your penis inside a
girl's vagina, don't.  If you want to do this come home and we can.  I
cannot get pregnant.  When you were born the doctor damaged my uterus and I
can no longer have babies."

   She shifted again and I felt my penis slide into her vagina.  Nothing
prepared me for the feeling.  We were joined in a way I had never imagined!
I knew my penis was designed to fit in a vagina, I just didn't know it
would feel like it did.  I lifted my hips and thrust up into Mom.  My head
told me to go slowly, like good kissing.  My body said hurry!  I listened
to both voices and thrust slowly and then fast and hard.  Mom thrust back
with matching intensity.  The sounds of our breathing were soon joined by
the sounds of her wetness being stirred by my penis.  I loved the sound the
first instant I heard it and have been addicted to it ever since.

   As we joined Mom lifted herself up and sat astride my hips.  Her breasts
were bouncing slightly right in front of me.  I grasped them with both
hands and held them as we joined.  I pinched her nipples and areola.  Mom
closed her eyes and moaned.  As her arousal increased her motion went from
smooth and rhythmic to jerky and frantic.

   Suddenly she stiffened and began to shake.  I knew she was having an
orgasm.  I felt her vaginal muscles gripping my penis.  I thrust a couple
more times and came myself.  The feeling was quite different from cumming
in my hand or even in Mom's mouth.  I liked cumming inside her pussy more.
Much more.  I told Mom I liked cumming inside her.

   It took us sometimes to regain our strengths.  Then Mom did something I
was not expecting at all.

   Mom turned her face to the bed, reached behind herself with both hands,
and pulled her cheeks apart.  Ahhhhh, now I understood.  Was this what Mom
had secretly understood?  I crabbed my knees forward, fitting in behind
Mom, my cock now rapidly hardening to the consistency of a steel pike.

   "Spit on it," Mom's voice instructed, though I couldn't see her face.

   I bent over and spit on my cock.

   "No, on me."

   Oh.  I redirected my face and drooled spittle over Mom's ass where I
thought her asshole was.  I used my finger to spread it around, searching
for the little gateway.  My finger slipped right into it.  Had Mom prepared
for this before she came downstairs?  I had seen her anus before and it was
a tight little pucker, not partly open like this.  The thought added
tungsten to my rod.  Mom, laying in bed beside Dad with something in her
ass, preparing it for her son.  Oh God, I so wanted to fuck her there.

   I brought my cockhead into contact with my left hand and slid it forward
through my palm to the index finger, still embedded in Mom's little hole.
Pulling it out, I replaced it with the most concentrated bundle of nerves
in my body.

   It was so tight.  My cock bent with effort but was still denied entry.

   "Push," Mom's whisper was strained.

   I pushed forward but my cock simply bent even more.  Using my hand, I
kept it straight while I shoved forward again.  There.  Her ass was giving
way.  I think.  I kept up the pressure.  Yes, I was sure it was giving way.
I wished it was a full moon so I could see better.  Is it?  Is it going in?
Yes, there it is, but so tight...  my god, shove.  Yeah, oh yeah.  Mom was
groaning.  I leaned forward and reached down with my left hand to find her
face, slipped my hand under it to cover her mouth.  Mom groaned and my palm
vibrated with its slick tones.

   I pulled my cockhead out and drooled on Mom's hole again.  Even in the
moonlight, I could see that it was bigger.  Encouraged, I pressed my
hardness in again.  Mom's audible groan split the night.  I lunged forward
to cover her mouth but not before another groan escaped Mom's lips in
response to my sudden move as my cock burst through the gate.  I was in! 
My cock was in Mom's ass!

   I let Mom accommodate to my girth before moving gently to and fro, a
fraction of an inch in and back, then an inch.  I kept doing this until the
grunts vibrating my palm abated, replaced with the occasional murmur.  I
lengthened my strokes and within a few minutes I was fucking Mom's butt
just like I would fuck her pussy.  Mom's throat was behaving so I pulled my
hand back and used both to hold her hips, pulling her ass back as I thrust
forward.

   Soon, it almost felt like a common experience, so I varied the speed and
depth of my strokes, rewarded by Mom's reaction through her breathing, love
whimpers, and soft moans.  She seemed to like it when I suddenly thrust in
hard and held it so I got up on my feet and straddled her ass, gouging my
cock in as deep as I could, in long, slow twists.  Oh yes, she loved that.
And so did I!  I humped her in a series of five or six lunges followed by a
grinding pause, then repeated it all.  This went on and on and on until I
finally realized that we were both getting way to loud.  I pushed forward
and drove Mom flat on the grass, gripped her cheeks and began fucking her
ass very hard.

   I had to release one cheek to cover Mom's mouth again.  I pulled her
chin up to point her face toward the bedroom window where grandpa was
sleeping.  Releasing the other cheek, I grasped Mom's hair and started on
what I knew would be the final part of this ride, at least for me.  I love
that final run where you know you couldn't stop if you tried, that you'd
come anyway, so you just go with it and the woman you're with knows it too
and tries to match you so she can come with you.  I could feel Mom doing
that.  I leaned forward to whisper encouragement in her ear, to tell her
how much I loved her ass, and how much more I loved her.



   Mom snuggled with me the rest of the night.  She had always gone back to
bed with Grandpa after a lesson at night.  We napped and talked until the
sun began to lighten the sky.

   The sky is blue the grass is green.  the harder I fuck the louder the
scream.  the louder the scream the harder I fuck.  so gimme a ring n u mite
b in luck!

   (-!-)



   Next day I missed the school but went to the store by riding a horse. 
As I was coming back I heard someone calling my name.  It was Angela.  I
turned and she was running to catch up with me.  Two steps behind her was
Betty.

   "Is there room up there for us?" Betty asked.

   "You want a ride home?"

   "Yes.  We could walk home but it would take a long time."

   I knew they lived on the other side of forest but I didn't want to miss
their company.  I pulled Betty, up in front of me and Angela up behind me.
I knew that our mare would have no problem carrying all three of us.

   Angela wrapped her arms around me and scooted up close behind me.  At
the same time she was doing that Betty wrapped my left arm around her waist
and pressed my hand against her belly.  My right hand held the reins.  The
smell of these two girls overwhelmed even the smell of the eighteen hundred
pounds of mare we were riding.  When I began to feel my penis swell Betty
let me know she felt it by pushing back against me even more.

   I directed our mare through the fields at the edge of town.  Betty
wanted to talk about the day at the pool and the party at Tom's house. 
Angela didn't say much.  I said we probably shouldn't talk about Tom and
the fight at all.

   They changed the subject.  Well, Betty did.

   "I like dancing with you, Alec."

   "Thanks.  Isn't it just like dancing with anyone?"

   Angela spoke up.  "No.  You don't try any funny stuff."

   "Funny stuff?"

   "Yeah," Betty added, "Some boys think if you agree to dance with them
they can grope your butt and stuff."

   Both girls laughed.  I listened and made mental notes.

   "I like the way you kiss, too." Angela whispered.

   "Yeah." Echoed Betty.

   We rode along in silence until we were at the city park.  Betty said I
needed to stop by the bathrooms.  I did.  We dismounted and went to our
respective bathrooms.  When I came out both girls were sitting on top of a
nearby picnic table.  I walked to them and asked, "Ready to go?"

   "No.  We want another kiss."

   "OK.  I like kissing you both.  Who's first?"

   "We decided I am first," Angela said.

   I was curious.  "Why?"

   "Because she's been kissing Tom and she needs better kisses.  I only
kissed him once.  Ugh!" Betty made a face and both she and Angela laughed.
Then Angela got serious and asked for her kiss.

   Sitting on the table she was just at the right height for kissing.  She
opened her legs and I stepped between them to get really close to her body.
She wrapped her arms around me and I pulled her close and then we kissed.
Again, I did nothing to take the kiss beyond our lips touching.  I was
pretty sure that neither of these girls had ever tongue kissed and would
probably think me weird if I did it.

   I felt her legs encircle my legs and pull my body to hers.  At the same
time she used her arms to pull me closer.  When the kiss ended I did not
back off at all.  We breathed with our lips very close to each other.  I
decided to take a risk.

   "May I kiss your neck?" I whispered.

   I received an almost imperceptible nod.  I bent to the left and my lips
found her neck.  I kissed, gently.  Angela shivered.  I kissed from her ear
down to the edge of her shirt.  Each kiss was greeted with a shiver, a
moan, or a small jerking motion.  I was getting the signals Mom had said I
would get.

   I moved my lips back to Angela's lips.  Her breathing was faster and her
face looked a little flushed.  She took a deep breath and our lips touched.

   A few seconds later her lips parted and her tongue touched my lips. 
When it retreated I touched her lips with my tongue.  First the top lip,
then the bottom.  She shuddered.  She ground her pussy against my hardness,
and I think it was done automatically, without thinking.

   When we ran out of breath I broke the kiss.

   Betty spoke up.  "OK, my turn!  Let him go!"

   I smiled and gave Angela a parting peck.  Our lips touched for less than
a second and she whimpered.  She also let me go.  I walked to the other end
of the table and between Betty's legs with the front of my pants tented.  I
knew that if Betty touched my penis, even through my pants, I would unload
into my shorts.  She looked but said nothing and did nothing, with her
hands.

   We kissed and she wrapped herself around me much as Angela had done. 
The difference was that she knew what my erection was all about and as our
lips pressed together she really ground her pussy against me!  I felt my
juices rising and wanted to stop myself from cumming.  I thought about Tom
and the fight.

   Betty bit my lower lip.  Not hard but enough to bring me back to the
kiss.  She opened her mouth a little and her tongue invaded my mouth. 
Betty knew about kissing.  At least, more than Angela knew!  I joined in
the tongue touching and we really got hot together.  I came suddenly.  I
had felt the urge for some time and when Betty shifted against me I came! I
moaned and didn't even recognize that it was me making the noise.

   Betty broke the kiss and softly asked if I needed to use the restroom. I
did.  I left them sitting on the table and went to the restroom marked
"MENS."

   Inside I went into a stall and pulled down my jeans and used toilet
paper to clean myself up.  When I came back outside Betty was astride the
mare and Angela was waiting on the ground.  I got on behind Betty and
helped Angela up.  After dropping Betty at her house I nudged the mare her
to a faster pace until we were out of sight of Betty's home.  I slowed the
pace and Angela and I talked.

   "Tom's not going to like either one of us from now on," Angela
volunteered.

   "You're right about that.  I'm likely to go home with a black eye next
time he sees me."

   "If he beats you up, come find me.  I'll kiss it better."

   "Now, that sounds like an offer I won't turn down."

   We rode in silence for a ways.

   "Alec, do you know where the old sugar warehouse is, north of town?"

   "Sure.  The river is just north of it and it's near the Swansea farm."

   "Sometimes, when I want some time alone I go there.  I can get some sun,
even take a swim sometimes.  No one ever goes there except me.  If you went
there you could even ride your horse.  No one could see her."

   "I was thinking of going somewhere to morrow that wouldn't be somewhere
Tom might be.  I wouldn't want to intrude on you if it's your private
place."

   "I'm inviting you."

   "The only thing is, my grandpa may have some farm stuff he wants me to
do.  Even my normal chores will take me until about ten.  So, if I'm not
there by noon I probably can't come until the next day.  OK?"

   "You really want to meet me there?"

   "Yes!  I like you."

   "I like you, too."

   The mare stopped by some tall grass and took a few bites.  We were quite
hidden from view and Angela took advantage of that fact and turned around
to face me.  She put her legs over mine and scooted close.  We kissed.

   We kissed again.  Then she broke the kiss and said, "I saw that you were
kissing Betty with your tongue.  I've never done that."

   "Want to?"

   "Do you?"

   I leaned the half inch and our lips touched again.  I parted mine and
touched her lips with my tongue.  She opened her lips just a little and
sucked my tongue into her mouth.  She learned fast.  Soon we were exploring
and enjoying each other a lot.  The mare shifted her weight and I knew we
had better be on our way.  Angela's Mom was waiting for us.

   Angela almost fell off as she turned around, but I grabbed her just in
time.  It was an accident that when I grabbed I grabbed her breast.  After
she was seated again she put her hand over mine and said, "I like how that
feels."

   I removed my hand and said, "So do I, but no more today.  We need to get
you home."

   I walked the horse to the porch of her house and dropped Angela there.
As I was passing through the forest towards the home I saw something
interesting.  I came to a spot where some of the trees were grounded.  Most
of them fell due to soft soil beneath but two were broken.  They were
almost chopped from the centre.  It was an amazing sight.

   After reaching home I told about the broken trees to mom.  She
immediately wished to see them too.  Soon both of us were heading towards
the forest.

   Mom walked out to the wooded area I pointed out.  She was looking the
trees over and smiling.  She walked right past me and went towards them but
then stopped in the middle.  Perhaps she saw something on the grass.  She
dropped to her knees and then flopped forward.  Turning onto her side, she
twisted her pelvis forward and drew her legs up until her legs were bent.

   I strode toward Mom and stopped, looking down at her.  She turned away
without looking at me and stretched her hands out on the grass.  As quietly
as I could, I opened my jeans and pushed them down my legs.  On my knees, I
crawled up behind Mom and flipped her skirt up over her ass.  Quickly, I
ducked down, holding my hard boner to guide it into her magic triangle. 
The tip bumped against her soft flesh and followed the moistness to her
entrance.  I slipped easily inside, grasped Mom's hip, and slid home with a
relieved grunt.



   "Mom, this is crazy."



   "Just keep fucking me.  Fuck me deep."



   "Mom, somebody could come here any time."



   "Don't worry about that."

   I was startled at how her cunt swallowed my cock, which felt larger than
it had ever felt before.  I arched my back to dig as far into her moist
suction as I could get.



   "How's this Mom?"

   "OH yeah, you need to practice on me...  If you want to, that is and
then when you're ready for a relationship of your own you'll be able to
impress the girls."



   Immediately, I started fucking her with a steady, vigorous pace.  I
couldn't hold back, I needed to do her.  I straddled her thighs and she
pushed her ass up to help my cock find its easiest path.  I held Mom by the
waist and stepped up the pace, lunging harder and harder without any
finesse, just a long hard, fast fuck.  I could smell that sweet jasmine
scent of Mom's mingling with the aroma of sex.

   "Hurry Alec, I'm getting my cum, Fuck me like I'm your toy I'm a slut.
Mummy is a slut!"



   I was grunting and wheezing and almost yelling obscenities when I
unloaded my balls.  Gasping, I fell on Mom's back.  Eventually, I managed
to speak.



   "I'm sorry, Mom.  I couldn't stop."



   "You're good Alec, you are real good."



   "Thanks mom"

   "Ever since you were born Alec, I've wanted to be there for you and now
you're a man, I wanted to please you in ways I know no other woman could."

   "I love you Mom."

   "Wanna see me piss?"

   Then Bending from the waist with her back turned to me, mom casually
paused, and then squatted.  The golden stream spurted out with a soft
hissing sound, reaching a couple of feet away from me.  Leaning back on her
elbows, mom lifted her hips as she pissed.  She squeezed her muscles,
making the piss squirt and stop, squirt and stop.  I leaned forward to
stare at her pissing cunt.

   "Ooooh, nice, Mom!" I pushed my hand into the stream of her piss.  "It's
hot,"

   "Of course it is," she purred.  "Hot piss from a hot cunt, right"

   As she finished, she allowed me a generous view of her ass before she
dropped her dress down.

   I licked piss from my hand.

   "Are you going to see her again?" her question took me off guard.

   "Oh, you mean Angela, She wants me to meet her again but I don't know
what to do."

   "Go meet her but keep in mind that Tom has his spies out looking for
you, and he has someone watching her, too,"

   "You are probably right."

   "Let me have your underwear to wipe my pussy with, I'll wash them and
put them back in your room."

   I flopped onto my back and watched her go.  I lay on the grass for a
long time, before eventually getting up and going into the house.

   (-!-)

   Next morning I showered and then dressed for the day.  I wore my bathing
suit, jeans, and a T-shirt.  My old tennis shoes in case I wanted to wear
something on my feet in the water.  When the mare and I walked out of the
barn it still wasn't nine in the morning.  I had decided to time my arrival
at ten-thirty.

   I rode west about three miles and then turned north.  I watched for
people all along the way, and saw no one.  When I was a mile or so north of
town I turned east and went into the old forest.  Rumor had it that the
forest was haunted and the older kids in town had convinced the younger
one's that it really was.  I never believed it.  When I came out of the
forest I was directly across the river from the old sugar warehouse.  I
could see Angela sitting next to a tree near the river.  I knew from past
experience the river was only about five feet deep along here so the mare
and I had no trouble wading across.  We came out near Angela and I tied the
mare to the tree where she would have shade, water, and grass.  Then I
walked a few steps to Angela and took her in my arms.

   She was wearing a green print sun dress.  I guessed her swimming suit
was underneath.  The top of the dress was allowing lots of her creamy skin
to show.  I kissed her on the lips and her tongue welcomed me.  She knew
what she wanted and I was it.

   After a few kisses that created quite a physical reaction in my swimsuit
I broke away a half an inch and said, "We don't need to hurry, do we?"

   "Yes, we do.  I promised Mom I'd be back by one-thirty.  She wants me to
go with her to Scottsbluff today."

   "That still gives us two hours and maybe a few more minutes after that."

   "I have a present for you." She smiled a sly smile.

   "Another great kiss?"

   "Yes, but something more than that."

   "Can I have it now?"

   "No.  You have to wait."

   "My birthday is in November.  That long?"

   "No!  Just later, not right this minute."

   "OK.  So what do we do right this minute?"

   "Unzip me." She turned around and I pulled her zipper down.  Her suit
was instantly visible.  It was the same green suit she wore the day before
to the city pool: one piece that covered her from above her breasts to the
top of her legs.  I hung her dress over a low branch and because of the
color and pattern of the dress it blended into the scenery very well.  I
dropped my jeans on the ground near her dress and put my shirt on top of
the jeans.  Angela was barefoot so I kicked off my tennis shoes.  She waded
out until only her shoulders and head were dry.  I waded in to about my
knees and then dove in, coming up next to her.

   We laughed a little but both could feel the sexual tension building.

   "Kiss me," she said.

   I held her waist with my hands and kissed her.  Our tongues played with
each other.  We explored, probed, danced and laughed in every kiss. 
Angela's arms were around my shoulders and her hips pressed against mine. I
knew she felt me getting and then staying hard.

   We had kissed for a while when she changed the game.  As a kiss ended
she tilted her head, offering me her neck.  I kissed her neck and held her
hips a little tighter.  She took one hand and put it between us, touching
my penis for the first time.  As she grasped my erection she said, "It's
really hard."

   "You do that to me."

   "The wind does that to you!" She laughed!

   "Right now it belongs just to you."

   "OH?" She ducked her head under the water and pulled my suit down,
exposing my hard on!  I felt her mouth engulf the head and suck for a few
seconds.  Then she popped to the surface.  On her face was a look that
asked the question, "Did you like that?"

   In answer I kissed her mouth.  She held me with her bare hand on my
exposed penis.  I liked how it felt.  I wondered what other surprises she
had in store for me.  I didn't wonder long.

   "Hold my shoulders, please."

   I held on to both her shoulders and felt her wiggling under water.  When
her hands came up they were holding her suit!  I was holding a naked
Angela! What a surprise.  I had thought of her as like a princess and had
only begun to discover the fire when we kissed with our tongues.  This was
more than I had anticipated.

   "Aren't you going to touch me?"

   "Yes, I am."

   I was holding her by the shoulders so I turned her around and backed her
up against me.  We felt her bare butt meet my erection for the first time.
Then I tilted her head and started kissing her neck and ear lobe from
behind.  In the first kiss I began exploring her body with my hands.  I
remembered wisdom from both Mom and Grandpa.  "Women don't want to be
groped.  Caress and stroke.  Stimulate and tease.  Above all, never hurry."

   Angela told me later that she had expected me to grab her breasts and
was surprised when I didn't.  I held her close to me with my hands on her
belly.  I moved them up and gently cupped the undersides of her breasts. 
They were buoyant.  I hadn't known that about breasts.  I brushed the palms
of my hands across her nipples.  They were hard and sensitive, causing her
to moan.  I continued kissing her neck, being careful not to get carried
away.  Mom had told me that some people get carried away with passion when
kissing the neck and suck hard enough to leave bruises.  I didn't want that
to happen.

   As I fondled her left breast I dropped my other hand down and felt my
way from her breast to the hair that told me I was where no man had been
before, not even Tom.

   Angela said, "I never let anyone touch me there before.  Just you."

   "Why me?" I asked before thinking.

   "Feel deeper."

   My finger probed into her slit and discovered that she was very wet:
slippery, even in the river.

   "No boy ever made me get wet like that except you, Alec."

   "Oh." I didn't know what else to say.

   "Touch me some more, please."

   I slid my fingers along her slit and with each motion is probed just a
bit deeper.  I remembered Mom's clitoris and what happened when I touched
it.  When I moved my finger up to the top of Angela's slit I felt her
clitoris, and I was surprised.  Mom's was the size of a garden pea and when
she was excited it grew to the size of a blueberry.  Angela's clitoris was
already bigger than Mom's ever got.  I thought they were all the same. 
Life is filled with surprises.

   At the first touch Angela moaned and held on to me tighter.

   "That feels good, but please be gentle." Angela whispered.

   Her ass pressed against my penis and hips.  The water was cool and
moving gently past us but the area between Angela's ass and my body was
warm.  I felt the urge that I had been warned of: I wanted to put my penis
inside her.

   I stroked the clitoris under my finger slowly and gently until I could
sense that Angela was getting close to an orgasm.  I stopped.

   "Sweety, let's get out of the river for a while." I said.

   We walked out together holding each other for support.  Angela made no
move to cover herself or put the suit back on.  When we reached the blanket
she tossed her suit over a branch and put herself on her back in the middle
of the blanket.  I finished taking my suit off and it went alongside hers
on the branch.

   I surprised her by not laying on her or even next to her.  I lay down
with my face near her pussy.

   "What?..."

   "Relax.  I want to kiss you here.  If I do and you don't like it, I'll
stop.  May I?"

   "Yes."

   She raised her head and shoulders so she could watch what I was doing. I
leaned in and kissed her thigh, just where it joined her torso.  She jumped
at the touch, but not away from the touch.  Two kisses later she spread her
legs voluntarily.  I kissed her pussy using my tongue to probe past her
outer lips and into her wet center.  Angela moaned and said, "Oh Honey!  I
wondered what this would feel like!  I love it!"

   Her legs spread even more and I touched her clitoris with my tongue.

   "More!  Lick me there!"

   "Remember, she'll tell you what she likes.  When she does, give her more
of whatever it is." Grandpa told me that and so did Mom.  Angela was
telling me what she liked so I did more of it.  Light touches to her clit
and long slow strokes of the entire inside between her outer lips.  She was
thrusting her hips up to meet my tongue, moaning and holding my head with
both her hands.  I was in heaven.  I loved the power I felt in being the
one getting these reactions from Angela.  I loved her taste.  I loved the
smell of her.  I loved that her pussy was radiating heat and that it was my
fault.

   "Oh, Alec!  I'm going to cum!"

   "Cum for me Angela!  Cum on my face!"

   Her body began to shake!  She sat up and then fell back.  She moaned
from deep inside, sounding more like an animal than a teenaged girl.  Her
pussy began a flood of her nectar and I did my best to swallow every drop.

   Eventually she did calm down.  I moved up beside her and held her.  She
looked at my face and kissed me.

   "I like how I taste on you."

   "I like how you taste to me."

   "I want you inside me."

   "No.  I can't."

   "You're right!  I forgot!  You need the present I brought you!"

   "I thought you were the present."

   "You'll like the present I brought you."

   She reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a foil wrapper.  I'd
seen a wrapper like that when a senior boy had shown it from is wallet. 
She had a condom!

   We opened the package and figured out how to put it on.  She helped
actually get it on.  I was harder than when she held my penis in the river.
When the condom was on she rolled onto her back and opened herself wide.  I
was momentarily tempted to again dive in and lick her to another orgasm,
but my biological urge to merge was stronger.

   I used my arms to hold her legs open and I positioned my penis at the
opening she freely offered.  As we touched, penis to vagina, she looked me
in the eyes and said, "Make me a woman!  Be all the way inside me."

   Tiny bit by tiny bit I slid into Angela.  I bumped into something and
remembered that virgins had a hymen that had to be pushed through in order
to have sex.  I pushed and suddenly I was in!  Angela made one whimper and
then pulled my face to her face.  I was deep inside her pussy and she was
deep inside my mouth.  When the kiss ended she said, "Thank you.  I knew
the first time I kissed you that I wanted to give you my virginity.  Now,
fuck me please.  I am a woman!"

   "Your wish is my command."

   I moved my hips and we fucked for quite a long time.  I realized that
the sex I was getting at home had prepared me so that I wouldn't cum too
quickly.  I stroked in and out of Angela and we both watched as we did it.
I loved seeing my shaft as it slid in and out of Angela.  Smears of blood
coated my shaft and Angela's nectar changed how the mixture looked as each
stroke changed the way we both looked.

   I wanted this experience to be more than just a memory of "I gave my
virginity to Alec." I wanted her to know she had been with a lover and he
treated her well.  I shifted positions and snuggled behind Angela holding
one of her legs up so I could enter her from behind, laying on our sides.
Her reaction was to press her ass back against me with each thrust.

   "Oh Alec, that feels so different!  So good!"

   I noticed her grab her breasts and pull on her nipples.  I had an idea.
I pulled out and asked her to sit on me.  I plopped onto my back and she
figured out my intention immediately.  Angela's leg went over my hips and
she guided my hard shaft back inside her pussy.  When I was in head deep
she sat down hard, burying me all the way inside her vagina.

   "Oh God!  I'm so full!  I can feel you filling me up!  What do I do
now?"

   "Can you lift up and sit back down?"

   She could.  She came up an inch then two and sat back hard.  Somehow she
realized that the faster she could do it the better she would like it. 
Soon she was bouncing on my hips as hard and fast as she could manage.

   "Tell me before you cum!"

   "I'm close Alec!  I'm so close!"

   Using both hands I took hold of her nipples and areolas.  Her eyes had
been closed and they flew open!  I pinched and pulled!  She squealed and
shook!  Her orgasm had arrived and taken possession of her.  She ground her
pussy against my pubic bone and if I had not been holding her nipples she
might have fallen over,

   I have no idea how long we continued to fuck.  I was doing my best to
make sure she had "the time of her life" and wasn't focused, too much, on
my pleasure.  When I got close to cumming I would stop moving or change
positions.  Finally, I sensed Angela was getting physically and emotionally
exhausted.  I asked her if she wanted me to cum in her mouth or her pussy.

   She thought for a second and said, "Even with a rubber it would be safer
if I get it in my mouth."

   I pulled out of her pussy and she pulled the condom off my shaft.  I
wiped my penis with a corner of the blanket and Angela sucked it into her
mouth.  She stroked me with her hands and sucked the head, playing with my
nerve endings with her tongue.  I held her head and fucked in and out of
her mouth.

   Seconds later I unloaded.  Shot after shot filled her mouth and she
swallowed as quickly as she could.  When I stopped spurting she sucked me
dry and licked my shaft clean.  I looked at my watch.  Ten after noon.  We
still had time to eat the lunch Angela had packed.  As we ate I sensed
there was something Angela wanted to say.  She looked at me for a long
silent while and then spoke.

   "Alec, I need to tell you something."

   "Oh?  What might that be?"

   "I had a bet with Betty.  I just won the bet.  I bet her I'd have sex
with you first."

   "So, this was all about a bet!?" I was getting pissed!

   "No!  We both like you a lot!  We both want you as our boyfriend and we
can't figure out how either of us can have you without hurting our
friendship."

   I was quiet for a while.  I didn't move away from her.  In fact I didn't
move at all for quite a while.

   "I have an idea.  First, don't ever tell Betty you won the bet.  The
risk to your friendship is too big.  If being with me hurt your friendship
I would never forgive myself.  Secondly, when you go home go shopping with
your Mom.  I'm going over to Betty's and ask her out.  If she can get away
we might go for a ride on the mare tomorrow.  I will bring a condom on the
ride.  That way you can both be first, and your friendship doesn't get
hurt."

   "What about one of us being your girlfriend?"

   "I like both of you!  I don't want to choose any more than you want me
to choose.  How about if the three of us get together on Saturday and
figure out a solution?  After all, it's now our problem."

   "You think there is a way we can all be happy?"

   "Yes!  Now let's wade in and get the smell of sex off of us."

   We ran into the water and yelped because it felt so cold.  We kissed and
ran our hands over every inch of each other's bodies.  We got out, dried
off, and dressed.  Angela packed up her basket and kissed me one more time.
She walked toward town and I climbed on the mare and waded across the
river, away from town.  If I could remember I wanted to come back to this
spot and take a picture for my scrapbook.

   Down by the cherry tree, that's where she showed it to me, it was pink,
hairy, had a big crack, and it looked like a jungle to me.  So I whipped
out my hairy banana, shoved it up her crack, she let out a big scream, then
I filled it with whip cream.

   (-!-)





   Next day I rode around into town near Betty's house.  Her Dad and
brother were in the front of the yard washing the two year old Buick family
car.

   As I approached they both stood straight and watched me.

   "Good afternoon gentlemen.  Is it possible I could speak with Betty?"

   Her brother answered, "Maybe, if she was here, but she isn't.  What do
you want to talk to her about?"

   "I was going to ask her out.  When she comes home would that be OK with
you?"

   "I. ..."

   "It isn't up to you Lance.  Alec, perhaps you should be asking me that
question." Mr.  Anderson looked up at me.

   "That was my intention, Sir.  Lance was speaking and I didn't want to be
rude and ignore him.  I apologize if I'm handling the situation poorly. 
I've never ask someone out on a date before."

   "She and her mother will be back at supper time.  Why don't you call on
the phone at about seven and speak to her then?"

   "Does that mean I have your permission, Sir?"

   "Yes.  If she wants to go out with you, she can, depending on what you
had in mind."

   "I was thinking about riding out to the quarry flats for a picnic, Sir."

   "Riding?"

   "Yes Sir.  our mare is plenty strong enough to carry both of us.  If
that's Ok with you."

   "It is, if she wants to go."

   "Thank you, Mr.  Anderson.  Well, thank you again and I will call at
seven."

   As I rode away I heard Lance say, "I'll bet he calls at exactly seven."
Then they both laughed.

   On the way home I saw Tom and two of his followers.  They were about two
miles from our farm on a small hill.  Their bikes were behind the hill and
from our farm they would have been invisible.  I wasn't at our farm.  I
rode up behind them and when I was pretty close, about thirty feet away, I
got the mare to make a noise.  She snickers if you scratch her behind her
ears.

   The three boys jumped and looked embarrassed when they saw it was me.

   "Having a picnic out here?" I asked.

   "We were out riding around and decided to take a break," Tom said. 
"What are you doing over here?"

   "Pretty much the same thing as you.  I went for a ride and now I'm
headed home.  If you want a good ride you might go south to Chimney Rock.
We saw two rattlers today on the south side of the rock."

   "It's too late to ride that far today.  What do you mean "we saw?""

   "The mare and I.  Well, those snakes will probably wait for you until
tomorrow.  Say Tom, could I speak to you privately for a minute?"

   "Yeah, I guess so."

   Tom walked over near the mare and I dismounted.  When he was close I
whispered.

   "I got into deep trouble over the fight we had.  I wonder if we can be
friends again or if that game of spin the bottle was so important to you
that we can't be friends anymore.  What do you think?"

   "I'm not your friend!  I don't know why we let a farmer hang with us
ever.  You farmers all smell like horses and shit.  If Angela wants to hang
around with you then she'll smell like shit too." He hadn't been
whispering. I wasn't surprised.

   "So, it'd be OK with you if I asked her out?"

   "I don't care.  I was just having her as my girl for the sex anyway."

   "Oh.  I thought she was a virgin."

   "If you want a virgin you better ask Carole out!" Tom laughed.

   "I'll have to think about that bit of information.  Are there other
girls at our school you've had sex with?"

   "Yeah!  Betty, Alice Weber, and that girl Monica who moved away last
January.  The others I've had sex with don't live in this area."

   "I am impressed.  I'm also sorry to hear that we aren't friends.  Too
bad, really."

   I jumped back on the mare and rode off toward our farm.  I never looked
back.

   In the barn I took care of the mare and then all the other animals. 
Before I was done Grandpa came into the barn.

   "Well, did you see your three friends out on the hill south of here?"

   "Not friends and yes I saw them.  I rode up on them from the south and
surprised them.  I got a chance to talk to Tom and he told me he wanted
nothing to do with Betty or with Angela.  He also told me that he only
dated them for the sex."

   "They waited out there most of the time you were gone.  I looked after I
saw you coming into the barn and they're gone." He paused.  "Did you take
the bait?"

   "He wanted me to get angry and fight?"

   "If you were the new boyfriend and he said that he would have expected
you to fight.  You didn't take the bait and now he isn't sure what you're
up to and he's not sure which girl you want."

   "That makes two of us.  I like them both.  And, they have been best
friends since first grade."

   "Let's go in and talk with you Mom.  This is too good to leave her out
of the conversation." Grandpa walked with me to the back of the house.  I
went in and he showered.  A few minutes later he joined us at the kitchen
table.

   Mom had our supper in the oven and the table set.  She sat with us and
Grandpa got the ball rolling.

   "Our boy has a dilemma.  He likes both girls and they are best friends."
Grandpa was grinning ear to ear.  "He'll fill in the details for us both."

   "It's more complicated than it sounds," I began.  "Angela and Betty have
been best friends since first grade.  They both like me and want me for
their boyfriend.  Angela told me today that if I pick one as my girlfriend
the other will be hurt and it will damage their friendship."

   Mom wiped her brow.  Grandpa nodded.

   Grandpa put his arm around my shoulders and said, "Alec, I love you and
am proud of how you are becoming a man.  Part of the process is confronting
difficult decisions.  You don't need to know what the solution will be
until the three of you get a chance to sit together and discover it,
together.  We will give you all the support we can."

   At exactly seven I called the Anderson's.  It was no surprise when Lance
answered.  He couldn't let this be easy.

   "Anderson's.

   "Hi Lance.  This is Alec.  May I please speak to Betty?"

   "May I tell her the reason for your call?"

   "Knowing you, you already have."

   "Betty, it's some boy who wants to ask you an important question." Lance
yelled without taking the telephone away from his mouth.

   After a short pause Betty's voice answered.

   "Hello?"

   "Hi, this is Alec."

   "Hi."

   "Would you like to go for a picnic ride with me tomorrow?"

   "I'll need to ask my parents if I can." I heard the phone being placed
on the table.  A minute later she came back on the line.  "Daddy says it's
OK.  What time do you want me ready?"

   "I'd like a pretty early start so about ten?"

   "I thought farmers were up early?"

   "I'll be up at four and done with chores by nine.  Then I'll shower,
dress and be on my way to you.  Ten is about as soon as I can get there."

   "OK.  Now it makes sense.  Are you bringing the picnic food or am I?"

   "I invited you so I'll bring the lunch.  Sometime if you invite me for a
picnic you can bring the lunch."

   "Then it's settled.  I'll be ready before ten.  See you then."

   I called Angela and by luck or her plan, she answered.  I set up the
date for Saturday at our farm.  I told her I had a special place for us to
meet that was private and away from prying eyes.  She said that she and
Betty would ride their bikes over.  I got the feeling someone else was
listening so that was all we said.  Well, she ended the call by whispering,
"Thank you."

   I thought about my date all evening and dreamed about it all night.  I
still didn't know what I could do about Angela and Betty.  In the short
term I knew I was going to get another virginity given to me.  Mom had been
right.  Being a good kisser had consequences.

   It was still dark when I walked to the barn the next morning.  It was
cool and the sky in the east hadn't even started to lighten.  As I opened
the door and entered the barn I came present to the barn and why I was
there.  I gathered food for the animals and as I fed I checked them to see
that they were OK.  Most of my farm friends at school didn't like the hogs
they had.  They smell and generally have grumpy personalities.  I had four
that were in my care.  My friends were right; they do smell and can be
downright dangerous if you don't respect them.  As they stood at the trough
eating I scratched their heads.  I realized that I loved these hogs.  Not
like I might love a person but if they weren't here, if they didn't need
me, if I didn't care for them, I'd miss them.  I got different food and
went out to the coop and fed the chickens.  I thought about life without
them.  Back in the barn I fed the mare.  I noticed that the ten pounds of
carrots I'd given her the day before were gone.  I gave her more and walked
back to the house and came back with an apple for her.  She loved apples. I
grabbed the rake and began cleaning the floor of the barn.  It was a little
early to milk the cows.

   As I raked hay and manure I didn't think.  Some days I thought about a
test I'd have at school or something like that but some mornings my brain
shut down and I was like a machine.  My hands and legs knew what to do and
did it.

   When I was done in the barn I walked back to the house.  I turned the
shower on and waited until the water was warm before stepping under the
spray.  Suddenly, my brain was working and gave me the answer!  I whooped
and yelled, "YES!"

   Both Grandpa and Mom came out to see what the matter was.  I was jumping
around in the shower laughing.

   "What's gotten into you, boy?" Mom called over all my noise.

   "I know what to do!" I yelled.

   Grandpa and Mom smiled and went back inside.  It was a few minutes after
eight.  I dried off and went in for breakfast.  I sat down and a plate of
fresh eggs and sausage with toast and jam were put in front of me.  I was
so excited it could have been a live snake and I would have eaten it! 
Grandpa finished his breakfast and went out of the house.  Mom followed him
to the door and reminded him that at ten they were going to Scottsbluff.

   She came back inside and sat by me.  She asked me about my feelings for
the two girls.  She didn't give any advice.  I knew she was asking so I
would think about my feelings and theirs.  She asked if I wanted another
lesson before I went to get Betty.  I had her sit on my lap and we kissed.
I wouldn't call it a lesson, just fun and loving.

   In between kisses I asked her a question.  "Do you love me?"

   "I love you, completely."

   I smiled.  "I thought so."

   "What are you thinking?"

   "Out in the barn I realized that I love you.  I love Grandpa.  I love
the hogs, the chickens, the mare and the cows.  Love doesn't have to be
limited."

   "And..."

   "It hit me in the shower that either and or are not the only choices. 
AND is a choice."

   "Are you talking about Angela AND Betty?"

   "YES!"

   "If we lived in a part of the world where there weren't other people
with other ideas that might work fine but this is a community, and some
people here have some pretty traditional ideas.  You may find this is too
hard a choice to have work.  You may lose both girls for even suggesting
it."

   "We'll just have to talk about it and maybe live with it for a while.  I
think it can work and all three of us can be happy."

   "Some young men would want this just so they could brag to all their
friends that they were dating two girls."

   "Some of the guys I know would tell everyone they had taken a girl's
virginity!  I wouldn't brag.  I wouldn't say anything about it.  It isn't
anyone's business except theirs and mine."

   "Let's get past today before we start making long range plans.  On
Saturday you three can talk about possible solutions to the dilemma. 
Today, be with Betty."

   "Right!  I need to get dressed and outa here!"

   I was half way up the stairs when Mom asked, "Did you put clean sheets
on your bed, Lover?"

   Before I could answer she called out again, "Just get ready and go. 
I'll do it for you!"

   "I love you!  Thanks!"

   Ten minutes later I was on the mare and headed for Betty's, carrying a
picnic basket with me.  I knew we would be going back to my house, but we'd
still eat the picnic.  I didn't take the long way.  I went directly to
Betty's.  Lance was out in the yard tossing a football with two of his
friends.  One tossed the ball to me and it wobbled in the air.  Lance said,
"Sometime you throw like Tom!" and they laughed.

   I asked, "Don't you like Tom?"

   Lance smiled and answered, "He thinks he's Gods gift to our school and
football.  He isn't."

   "If I tell you something he said to me you will hate him as much as I
do."

   "Before you tell me were there any witnesses?"

   "Kyle and Buster were there.  If you confront them they will lie for
Tom. Get someone else to ask them and they'll probably tell on him."

   The younger guy said, "They don't know you and I are friends I can ask
them."

   "OK.  What did he say?"

   "He said he only dated Betty and Angela for the sex."

   "He said he did it with my sister?" He was yelling without the volume,
just the intensity.  I knew Tom was in deep shit.

   "Is that why you're dating her?" He was ready to pounce.

   "I ask her out before he said that.  If he didn't have his two goons
with him I would have taken him on right there.  I ask your sister out
because I really like her."

   "I'm glad someone does.  Be good to her OK?  I wouldn't want to hurt
you."

   "I'll be good to her."

   Betty came out of the house and said, "Are you here to talk to my
brother and his friends or to take me on a picnic?"

   "Hmmmm, I think I'd rather take you on a picnic."

   "Then come knock on the door like you're supposed to!"

   She went back inside.  Lance and his friends laughed as I jumped off the
mare and led her to the porch.  I knocked and she answered.

   "Are you ready?"

   "Yes.  Will you help me up?"

   She came out on the porch and I helped her up on the porch railing and
then onto the mare.  I followed her on and took the reins.  The mare turned
and we waved as we left.  I wondered to myself what was in store for Tom
for saying he had sex with Betty.  I decided I didn't want to know.  I
decided I would know, after.

   I headed south and Betty rode along with my arm around her.  I loved how
she felt against me.  We rode quietly for a block or more and then she
spoke.

   "What do you think Lance will do to Tom?"

   "You heard?"

   "I hate to admit it but I've been right by the door since nine-twenty."

   "I'm sorry I made you wait.  It was rude of me."

   "You're forgiven.  What do you think they'll do?"

   "I don't know.  I do know I'm doubly glad I'm not Tom."

   "Doubly?"

   "First, because if I was, I'd be with two goons instead of here with
you. Secondly, because he's headed for a train wreck and he doesn't know
it."

   "I'm glad you aren't Tom, too."

   We were out of town and far enough south to make the turn towards home.
The instant I pulled the reins to the right at all the mare knew she was
going home and our pace sped up.  Betty noticed.

   "We're going to your farm?"

   "Yes.  It's private and no one's likely to bother us.  I want to be with
you and not be thinking about being interrupted by anyone.  Is that OK with
you?"

   "I was hoping to be alone, really alone."

   I looked ahead and saw Grandpa' truck coming onto the highway, headed
away from us.

   "See that truck?  That's Grandpa and Mom headed for Scottsbluff.  I
don't expect them back before dark.  How's that for alone, really alone?"

   "Do they know we are going to be at your house?"

   "Yes.  I told them I wanted some private time with you and Mom said to
have our picnic right there in our yard.  She said that way if you need a
bathroom or anything it was right there and not behind some bush."

   "Oh.  I like Mom.  It feels strange to call her that."

   "Yeah."

   The mare took us into the barn.  I helped Betty down and introduced her
to the rest of my family.  The hogs ignored her and so did the rest of the
animals.  She didn't smell like food and they didn't know her.

   I walked her to the back door and she stopped me.

   "Aren't we supposed to picnic out in the yard?"

   "We can.  Do you want to?"

   "Yes."

   I led her to our picnic table.  On really warm or hot days Mom would
serve dinner out at the picnic table.  I unpacked the picnic and put it on
the table.  Betty moved the tablecloth to one end of the table and she sat
at the other end.

   I walked to her, remembering when we stopped in the park.  She opened
her legs and arms and I stepped in.  Our first kiss was warm, soft and
promising.  I held her gently, wanting to let her know I wasn't rushing her
and that I was right where I wanted to be.  I thought: "I am telling you I
love you with this kiss." She melted.

   If she hadn't been sitting she might have fallen over.  She went weak in
my arms.  We kept kissing.  Her tongue slid through her lips and touched
mine.  I welcomed her in and our kisses became more intense.

   Betty pulled back and I thought it was for breath.  It wasn't.

   "I want something from you.  I want it today.  I'm willing to give you
something for what I want."

   "OK.  I can't think of anything I have that I wouldn't be willing to
give you, so the answer is Yes."

   "First, I want to know if you meant what you said to my brother."

   "Yes.  Tom did say those things."

   "No.  What you said about me."

   "That I asked you out because I really like you?"

   "Yeah, that."

   "I asked you out because I really like you!"

   "Then, I want something from you.  I want you to love me."

   "Love you?"

   "I want you to take my virginity.  I want you to make love to me."

   "No.  I won't take anything from you.  I cannot make love with you.  Mom
and Grandpa have taught me that the love is either there or it isn't. 
Putting my penis in you won't make love.  If I love you it is a way for me
to express that love.  I won't take your virginity.  I will gratefully
accept it as a gift you choose to give me."

   Tears filled her eyes and spilled out.

   "I knew you were the one.  Mom and Grandpa have taught you how to love.
You are so kind and considerate.  I knew when I was kissed by you."

   Her hands went to my shirt and began unbuttoning.  My hands had been on
her back and I moved them to the buttons of her shirt.  It was a plaid
western shirt and long sleeves tucked into jeans.  When I touched the first
button Betty looked me in the eyes and said, "Take your time, cowboy.  This
heifer ain't runnin."

   I let her finish with my shirt before I started on hers.  She put my
shirt on the table.  I unbuttoned the first button and kissed her.  I
pulled back and watched as I unbuttoned the second button.  She leaned
towards me for another kiss.

   When I leaned back I traced the edge of her exposed skin with a
fingertip.  She shivered.  I unbuttoned the next button and opened her
shirt to the edge of her bra.  As I expected it was white lace.  I leaned
and we kissed again.

   Betty pressed herself against me as our tongues played.  Her hands
pushed on my butt and I knew she felt my hardness pressed against her jean
clad pussy.

   I pulled away again and unbuttoned down to her jeans.  She helped me
pull her shirt out of her jeans.  She unbuttoned the rest of the buttons
and opened her shirt for me.  With deliberate slowness I knelt before her
and kissed her breasts through her bra.  Her eyes were wide and brimmed
with tears as she sucked in her breath at the first touch of my lips to her
bra.

   Her hands went behind herself and I stopped them.

   "No hurry, Sweetheart.  Neither of us is runnin."

   I wasn't practiced at removing a bra as I'm sure she was, but I did get
it open.  I took my time and pulled the bra free of her chest.  I knew that
Mom wore a 36C bra and I knew that Angela was smaller than Mom.  Betty was
smaller than Angela.  Her nipples were very small and hard.  I looked for
long seconds before Betty spoke.

   "I'm sorry they are so small."

   "I'm not.  If I was interested in size I'd date our cow.  Her udder
holds almost a gallon.  I'm not dating your breasts.  I'm dating you.  May
I please kiss your breasts?"

   "If you don't, I'm going to die right here!"

   As I put my mouth close to her breast I breathed out slowly, letting my
warm breath get there first.  Betty took a deep breath and her nipple
touched my open mouth.  I flicked my tongue and the reaction was immediate.
Betty's hands grabbed my head and forced my face against her breast.  As
long as I was there and unable (or anxious) to get away, I sucked on her
nipple.  Gradually I increased the intensity until she began to shake, then
I backed off.

   She let go of my head and pulled me away from her.

   "God, Betty, I love kissing and sucking your breast."

   This delightful girl directed my face to her other breast and I kissed
every spot I could and then I sucked in her nipple.  Nipple and areola were
about the size of a quarter.  When hard her nipple was like a baby pea from
our garden in spring.  It tasted good.  I sucked until she started to shake
and then, again, I backed off.

   "I was about to cum, I think." Betty whispered.

   "Would you like to cum with me at your breast?"

   "Yes.  Please."

   Mom told me that when I found something a woman liked it was the right
thing to do it again.  She was right, again.  In less than a minute Betty
was shaking again.  I put my hand on her other breast and squeezed.  She
moaned and shook harder.  She put a hand over her mouth and screamed.

   As soon as she started to calm down she pushed me away and jumped off
the table.  She said, "Shit!" and tore off her boots and then her jeans. 
As they came off I saw that the entire crotch was soaked.  I wanted to
laugh but I didn't.  I remembered when we were at the park and I had filled
my shorts with cum.

   "Would you like to use the bathroom?"

   "That won't help.  I'm dead!  When my Mom sees these jeans you're dead
too."

   "Follow me."

   I took the jeans and Betty by the hand and took them in through the back
door.  I put the jeans in the washer and asked for her panties.  She
blushed and took them off.  They were black and soaked.  I turned the
machine on and put just a little soap in.  I set the kitchen timer for one
hour and took Betty in my arms.  We kissed.  I told her that the pants
would be out in one hour and one hour after that they would be dry.  It was
over eighty that day and a good ten mile an hour wind from the west would
dry them quickly.

   I kissed her again.  She relaxed.  I guided her up the stairs and into
my bedroom.  She stared at my bed and then at me.  "If you are going to
give me the gift you spoke of, I want you to give it to me here."

   I saw a small nod.  I pulled off my clothes and helped her lie down on
my bed.  The covers had already been pulled down so the fitted sheet was
open and ready for us.

   Betty was a sight on my bed.  Her pale skin and lovely body had me hard
and ready for her gift.  I knelt beside the bed as I did when I was very
young saying my prayers before bed.  Now I knew what I had really been
praying for all my life; a loving nude woman in my bed.

   I leaned in and buried my face in her pussy.  She opened to me and held
my head as I licked her most sacred parts.  As I ate her I took a condom
from the night stand and put it on.  She shook when I touched her clitoris
and within seconds another gushing orgasm tried to drown me!  I drank as
much as I could and then climbed on the bed with her.

   "We may need to start another load of laundry." I said as I kissed her
neck.

   "I think I love you, Alec."

   She kissed my mouth and used her hands to guide me into her.  I slid in
easily although she was small her wetness made it easy.  I felt the ridge
of her hymen but she didn't cry out or even whimper.  We established a slow
rhythm and she made all the right noises.  Soon I was sucking her nipple as
we joined and she came again.  I was wet to my knees and my bed was soaked
but I didn't care.

   Betty's eyes opened wide and she said, "We forgot a rubber!"

   "No.  I have it on.  Want to see?"

   She nodded and I pulled back as I lifted from lying on her.  She looked
and smiled as she saw the condom on my penis.

   "When ...?"

   "You were busy being my lunch when I put it on."

   "Thank you for remembering."

   I slid all the way back inside her and increased the pace of our
coupling and the force.  Betty took everything I had to give and loved it
all!  When I came she held on tight and wrapped her legs around my waist.

   I was willing to lie next to her and cuddle for a little while but the
lake we had created in my bed was uncomfortable.

   We got off and stripped the bed.  It was wet even on the mattress so we
didn't remake it.  I gave Betty a t-shirt to wear and we went downstairs.
We went out and ate the lunch at the table and we talked.  We kissed and
fondled as well.  After we hung her jeans on the line to dry Betty wanted
to know if I still liked her.

   She believed I wouldn't want her anymore when I knew.  I took her in my
arms and spoke the truth.

   "I didn't like you because you were a virgin.  I don't like you because
of the size of your breasts.  I don't like you because you are a great
dancer or the smartest woman in the school.  I like you because I like you.
As far as your being or not being a virgin, I don't care.  This was my
first time inside you.  It was your first time holding my penis inside you.
Everything before doesn't matter to me.  What matters to me is how you
feel. Do you regret having been in my bed?  Do you regret having given me
the gift of being in you?"

   "No.  I knew what I was doing.  No regrets.  Since Tom told you he had
used me for sex, are you wondering if he did?"

   "Not really.  If Tom was the great guy and wonderful lover he thinks he
is you would either be with him or you would still be with him.  Instead,
you are here, with me, and I think that says everything I need or want to
know about you and Tom."

   "Would you be willing to be inside me again?"

   "Yes!  Let me go up and get another condom and we can play here in the
yard."

   As I headed for the house Betty said, "That way by some time next week
your bed will be dry."

   Just before I came out of the house I looked at the table and Betty was
flat on her back with the small tablecloth covering her from knees to
shoulders.  I walked out and to her.

   "I am the great Houdini.  For my first trick I would like to produce a
beautiful naked woman from beneath this tablecloth!"

   Betty laughed and I pulled the tablecloth away from her body.  I sat
beside her at the table and began kissing her breast.  My hands explored
every curve and warm place on her body.  Betty made comments as I touched
her.

   "I like that.  A little to the left, please.  Lower.  Lower.  Yes! 
Right there."

   I turned her on the table so I was between her legs and they draped over
my shoulders.  Lips to lips I caressed and was tantalized by her womanhood.
I breathed in her fragrance, drank in her nectar, tasted her sweetness and
felt her shake and quiver as I gently pushed her towards another orgasm.  I
reached for her breasts and found her nipples.  My thumb and index fingers
held her nipples and squeezed in a pulsating rhythm in sync with what my
tongue was doing to her clitoris.  I felt her about to peak and knew it was
really wonderful.  I was naked and so was she.  The flood that I could not
drink would simply fall to the grassy yard.

   Betty held on to the table edge and shook as she flooded us.  I loved
the feel and the taste of her.  As she shook and held on I stood and slid
the condom on.  She bucked against me when she felt my penis at her
entrance.  I slid in as fluids flowed out of her and all over me.

   "Oh God!  Oh, God!  I'm going to come again.  Do me hard, please!"

   I followed her instruction.  I slammed home and pulled almost all the
way out before slamming in again.  I hit against her pubic bones so hard I
knew I would have a bruise the next day.  So would Betty.  I felt my juices
rising and suddenly I was filling the condom and bellowing like a stallion.


   "Alec!  I can feel you!  I can feel you cumming inside me!"

   I didn't pull out for a long time.  I was getting soft and had to hold
the condom as I pulled back.  My hands were shaking a little as I slowly
pulled the condom off.  Betty sat up and took it from me.

   "I read in one of my Mom's hidden novels that this tastes good," she
said as she upended the condom and emptied it into her mouth.  Then she
swallowed and smiled at me.

   (-!-)

   When Mom and grandpa returned I realized that Mom was looking lost.  As
soon as I found her alone I asked,

   "Is something wrong, Mom?"

   "What?  Oh, no.  N-nothing's wrong."

   She tried to keep her voice steady, but it shook slightly and she knew
I'd caught her in a lie.  I didn't get angry, though.  When she looked up
at me, I knew she saw that I was more startled than anything.

   "What's wrong?" I asked again, more quietly.

   "I'm sorry, son.  I'm just feeling really sad.  I feel like I'm losing
you to girls." She whispered.

   "What?  What do you mean?  You're not losing me to anyone.  What gave
you that idea?"

   "But...but I heard you talk about Angela and Betty in a way I never saw
you talk."

   Tears rolled down her cheeks and splashed onto her dress.  My heart
ached at seeing my mother in so much pain.  I led her farther away from
Jenna so she couldn't hear us, and then wrapped my arms tightly around her
shoulders.  I just held her as she cried her eyes out on my chest.  While
she cried, I spoke just loud enough for her to hear me.

   "You're not going to lose me to any of them, mom.  You're the only one
for me.  I want to spend the rest of my life with you.  Yes, I do like them
and I do enjoy being with them, but it's nothing like when I'm with you.  I
may hunger for other girls, from time to time, but I'll always come back to
you.  They could never mean as much to me as you do."

   "But what about kids?  Don't you want to get married and have kids?" she
asked, looking into his eyes.

   "I don't know, mom.  I haven't thought much about it.  But I have the
rest of my life to decide that.  Would it really make a difference if I
chose not to have kids, though?"

   "I guess it doesn't really matter.  But I always imagined that I'd have
grandkids one day.  And, since you're my only son, you were the one I
imagined would give them to me." She said.

   "I understand, mom.  But, whether I decide to have kids or not, I have
no intention of leaving you for another woman.  Ok?" I replied.

   "Yes, son.  Thank you."

   I kissed her tenderly and slid my arms around her waist.  I felt her
heart flutter in her chest as I surrounded her with my love.  Her lips
parted and she shivered when she felt my tongue slide against hers.  She
wrapped her arms around my neck, lifting onto her tiptoes to return my
loving kiss.

   We went back outside and fed the rest of the animals.  Then we took a
shower together.  Once we came out of the shower I got a great view of her
from behind as she stood on her heels, showing her inflamed pussy and ass
to me.  Without thinking I grabbed her hips and pulled her back down onto
my lap.  "What the?!...  No!"

   "I'm not quite finished yet with you." I said as I moved her over my
lap, my shaft finding her open pussy and slowly pushing inside.  Wrapping
my arm around her chest I pulled her back over me as I began thrusting into
her from underneath.

   Reaching around I found her pussy as I felt my shaft sliding in and out,
rubbing her softly as I kept pushing inside of her, her legs rubbing softly
over mine as we started moving together.

   "No wonder I keep fantasizing about you...  You're completely insatiable
when it comes to sex." She moaned,

   I found her inflamed clitoris and began applying more pressure with each
thrust.  She came down on me, pushing me fully inside as she rotated her
hips, grasping my shaft with her muscles as she moved over me.

   She surprised me then as she grasped the arms of the chair, and pushed
her body up off mine, sitting up and leaning forward as I slid out of her.
Reaching down between us she guided my shaft into her ass again as she
slowly came back down onto my lap, her ass looking so hot as she moved it
over my lap.

   "God that makes my pussy wet!" she moaned as she started moving up and
down on me again.  Leaning back and putting her full weight on me, she
started rotating her hips in small circles as she clenched my shaft deep
inside her.  "Yea, that's it!" she hissed as I reached around and pushed my
fingers into her wet pussy, rubbing my palm over her aroused clitoris at
the same time.

   "That's it, That's it, That's it!" she cried as she picked up speed
alternating between circling and moving up and down on me as her orgasm
built up again.  Moving my other hand up over her breast I could feel her
nipples, harder than I had ever felt them, under my fingers as I started
firmly pulling and squeezing them.  As she sat up I followed her, both of
us still sitting in the chair as she placed her hands on my knees, her ass
moving faster, slamming down onto my lap.

   "Hurt me!" she wailed as she pushed down hard and ground into my hips.
Wrapping my arms around her waist with her still impaled on me, I stood us
up and carried her over to the desk again as she grabbed the edge and
planted her feet wide apart, digging her heels into the carpet as she
started shoving back on me like a woman possessed.

   "Fuck me hard Alec!  Hurt me!" she wailed as I grabbed her hips and
started slamming into her without restraint.  "OW!...  Yes...  OW!.... 
Fuck!!!  yes...  Yes...  Yes...  YES!  She screamed as we pushed against
each other, her ass moving up and down as my shaft moved in and out of her.
Her ass felt sticky and hot as I watched myself moving rapidly in and out,
watching it stretch around me.

   I could see her toes clenched as her orgasm moved through her body as
mine started to hit and I pulled her onto me, her heels coming off the
floor as I emptied my seed deep inside her rectum.  Slowly I let her down
as her shoes touched the floor, her ass was still up in the air as I looked
down at my shaft buried deep inside her with the imprints of my hands on
her hips.

   Now it was my turn for the shaky legs as I tried to step back.  Mom had
other ideas though as I felt her ass clamp down on me, holding me tight. 
"Going somewhere?"

   As she released me I felt myself slide out as I stepped back, falling
into the chair again as she just stayed that way, holding onto the desk and
standing on her toes clenching her ass open and closed.  "And I thought I
was the sex maniac." I breathed shakily as my pulse began to slow down.

   No thoughts of others entered our minds and nothing else existed to us.
Our only thoughts were of each other and of giving our partner as much
pleasure as we could.  I leaned forward slightly and slid in and out a
little faster.  I could feel her clit rubbing against the top of my member
as I pushed deeper inside her.  She rocked her hips back and forth slowly
and seemed unable to stop the shudders racing through her pleasure-filled
body.

   We were so in tune with our partner that we actually came together.  Mom
arched her back and rolled her hips to heighten her pleasure as she came. I
pressed my lips to hers and kissed her passionately.  My hips continued to
rock back and forth and my heart beat painfully inside my chest.  My orgasm
seemed to go on and on and Mom gasped in pleasure as I filled her.

   When we had come down from our high, I pulled out slowly and laid next
to her on the bed.  She curled up in my arms and stroked my chest lightly.
Then she looked up at me and smiled with her eyes full of love.  I looked
down at her, saw the love in those beautiful brown eyes, and whispered
softly.

   "I love you, Mom.  I always have and I always will.  I want to always be
a part of your life."

   "I want the same thing, Alec.  I love you, too.  But I want you get
married to a girl of your choice."



   (-!-)



   Saturday was the very next day.  I didn't sleep very well on my wet bed.
I put two towels over the wet spot and by morning I was wet and so were the
towels.  After I did my chores I carried supplies up to the loft and made
both seating with hay bales and spread a couple bales on the loft floor so
it would be soft and comfortable to lie back on.  I also took a pitcher of
ice water and three glasses up.

   The loft was a great place for us to be.  With the doors open we had
light, a breeze, and the smells from below were lessened.  I had cleaned
the barn as I did every morning but after the loft was ready I swept and
raked it again.

   When I took the sweepings out to the pile I heard the sounds of bicycles
and girls laughing.  My heart moved up to my throat and began to pound. 
They had arrived.

   Betty had been to the farm the day before and Angela had never even seen
it before.  I hugged them both and gave them the tour.  When we turned the
corner of the house and faced the garden I wondered what, if anything, Mom
would be wearing.  She heard us and stood up, wearing bib overalls and a
t-shirt.  I relaxed.  Betty had seen Mom and Grandpa nude so I knew she was
Ok but I didn't know about Angela.

   After the tour I led them to the barn and we climbed to the loft. 
Neither had ever been in a barn or up in a loft before.  They liked it. 
Once they had checked it out they each came to me and we kissed.  Then we
sat down to talk.

   "OK.  How do we start?" Betty asked.

   "Ladies, I would like to begin.  I've thought a lot about what I want to
say, and do, up here today and for a long time after today." I paused and
took a deep breath.

   "I really like both of you.  I want both of you to be happy.  When I
kiss you, when I touch you, when I am near you, I am happy.  If I ask one
of you to be my girlfriend the other will be hurt and maybe even angry.  I
value your friendship with each other as much as I value having you in my
life.  If I am faced with choosing between you, I cannot.  It would damage
your friendship and I won't do it!"

   I took another deep breath but before I could speak they both jumped me.

   Betty helped Angela hold me down and then she began, "You are our
boyfriend.  We talked last night and all the way over here this morning. 
We have shared toys and clothes and homework all our lives.  We love each
other.  We want to share you too!  We won't let you choose."

   "Well, since that's settled all I can say is, Thank you.  You've made me
very happy."

   We shared kisses and touches for a while and then Angela said, "You do
know that this is going to cause a stir in town?"

   "Yeah.  How do we handle this with our friends?"

   "And with our parents?"

   The loft was quiet for a while, while we thought.

   "Maybe this is the time to ask adults who are on our side.  Maybe Mom
and Grandpa can help us figure out how to tell your parents."

   "Let's talk to them at lunch, OK?  Right now I want to enjoy just being
with us," Angela said.

   "Then what do we say to our friends?"

   "We could tell them that you and I have shared everything since we were
three and Alec is part of everything." Betty sat smiling on a hay bale, her
legs folded and lots of leg showing.  I remember thinking I wanted to
remember the way she looked.

   "What do I tell the guys?"

   "Guys only want to know if you're screwing both of us."

   "That is none of their business!"

   "I'm glad.  Tom will laugh at you and spread it around that he had both
of us and you aren't even getting sloppy seconds."

   "Tom is not even ready to battle me with his wits.  He's unarmed!  If he
said that I'd simply say he couldn't keep either of you and I have both. 
End of story."

   "Other boys may ask you in private what you do to have both of us like
you."

   "I care...  No, I'll be honest.  Right up until this moment I have
avoided even thinking this word, but I think it is the right word.  The
reason both of you like me is that I love you both."

   There, I'd said it.  Mom was the only other woman who had ever heard me
use that word.  I'd resisted saying it because of what I was thinking.  I'm
too young to be in love.  I've not known them long enough to love them.  I
don't even know what it feels like to be in love with someone who isn't
your parent." I was finally saying it because that is the name I put on how
I felt.

   Betty kissed me with a long slow soft kiss.  Her lips were warm and just
a little wet.  I tasted strawberries.  When she pulled back she said, "I'm
wet."

   I laughed and said, "There is the understatement of the twentieth
century!"

   Angela laughed too.  I looked over at her.

   "I guess this is my time to talk.  I laughed because, like we told you a
few minutes ago, we share everything, toys, clothes, and you.  We love each
other.  Listen to that.  We love each other!"

   I must have had a strange look on my face.  I knew what she was telling
me and I was so alright with it that my internal conversation was, 'Of
course.' My face must not have been saying that."

   "Alec, did you have oral sex with Betty yesterday?"

   I nodded.

   "Did she about drown you?"

   "Yes!"

   "She has drown me more than once!"

   "I love it!"

   "Me too."

   "I'm telling you that up until you I was starting to think I was queer.
I tested being with boys and always went back to Betty.  I felt cared for
when I was with Betty.  I felt loved.  I kissed you at the party and I
thought, 'This boy just might be able to care.' When we were together here
yesterday and you gave me seven orgasms I knew you were really interested
in me, my feelings.  When you told me you couldn't choose between us I knew
you could love us both."

   "I do ...  and I'd really like to see more of both of you."

   "What would you like to see?"

   "I'd like Betty to take off her top and you, Angela, to take off your
skirt."

   They stood up and took off just what I asked.  I walked to Betty and
dropped to my knees in front of her.  My face went to her left breast and
sucked as much of it into my mouth as would fit.  Her hands held my head
and she took in a deep breath.  I reached out to Angela and held her leg,
pulling her closer to me.  When she was close I switched from Betty's
breast in my mouth to licking Angela's lips.  Her lower lips.

   In between licks I asked Betty to get naked and lay down.

   "I'm down."

   I asked Angela to finish undressing and join us however she wanted to. I
grabbed a condom and put it on.  I knelt between Betty's legs and entered
her.  From ten feet away I had seen how very wet she was and knew she
needed no further stimulation to make entry easy.  When I was all the way
in I leaned to her face and we kissed.  Cock in her at one place and tongue
at another.

   Angela waited until our kiss ended and then sat over Betty's face.  She
faced me and as she slowly lowered her pussy to her friend, lover, she took
my face in her hands and we kissed.

   I could feel the reaction to Betty's tongue by the action I was getting
from Angela's tongue and mouth.  As I sensed what Betty was doing to Angela
I adjusted my strokes and grinding against Betty's pussy.  I didn't really
know what I was doing but it seemed I was doing well, from my
interpretation of their reactions.

   The flow of juices from Betty was soaking the hay.  We didn't care. 
Betty started to shake and she grabbed Angela's tits.  She grabbed hard and
Angela began to shake too.  I held on to Angela and began slamming into
Betty.  She screamed into Angela's opening and Angela almost drown Betty
for a change.  I was so turned on and ready that I felt the sudden flood
out of my cock and into Betty.  I couldn't breathe!  Angela was doing her
best to swallow my tongue!  I popped free and fell to my side.  Then I
popped free of Betty's flood gates and Angela pounced on my cock.  She
carefully pulled the condom free and held it gently as she licked my cock
clean.

   That done she slowly drank the condom contents.  As she put the empty
condom on a nearby hay bale she smiled at me and said, "I would like it if
I could always drink your sperm, unless Betty wants some sometimes."

   "What you both do with it after it's out is up to you.  I'm just honored
and flattered that you want it."

   "I do."

   "I do too.  I like mine straight in my mouth, though."

   "Give me a little recovery time and that can be arranged."

   The bell rang.  We had ten minutes before lunch would be on the table. I
jumped up and looked out the door at where the bell hung on the back porch.
Inga was naked, smiled at me and walked back in the house.

   "Come on ladies!  It's shower time!  We have to be clean for lunch."

   That afternoon we went back up to the loft and joined again.  It was
coupling filled with tenderness and some trepidation.  I told them in every
way I knew that I loved them.  They told each other and me that the love
was universal.

   That was in the summer of 1960.  Angela moved into my room on the farm
before starting college that fall.  Her parents understood her feelings, or
at least they were willing to give us a chance.  The farm became legally
ours when Grandpa died in 1978.