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   Romances Of Shame

   When I was a kid, I often wondered what brought my parents together. 
Where my Mom was kind of a free spirit, my Dad was kind of a nerdy guy. 
He's not known for doing too many stupid things.  He seems to be the
opposite of Mom; not that she does stupid things.  It's just my mom is the
kind of person that will do things on a whim; try anything once.  She'll go
off the path in a heartbeat.  My dad is pretty...reserved.

   My Mom had a sister named Fajeena who was like a friend to her.  They
were close in age and I really never bothered who was older than whom.  I
remember when I was fifteen, I heard my aunt ask my mom if she was
"Allowed" to wear the bathing suit she had on.

   Mom and Aunt Fajeena were sitting around the pool and I was sitting on
the steps in the pool when she'd asked.  Mom had a really nice two piece on
that didn't hide one single curve she had and I'm sure more than a few
women had paid good money to get the kind of cleavage that bathing suit was
showing off.  I waited, ear cocked in that direction, trying hard not to
look like I was eavesdropping, for my mom's response.

   I was more than a little shocked.

   "I don't have to ask him shit!" She says kinda harshly.  Then she leans
into her sister a little more.  "He can have a say in what I wear as soon
as he learns how to fuck!" She tells her with quite a bit of attitude.

   I'm sure had they looked over in my direction, it would have been quite
easy to see that I'd heard what my mother had said.  My jaw fell so quick
that my bottom lip hit the coping of the pool.  I couldn't get the taste of
chlorine and bare feet out of my mouth for the rest of the day.

   My aunt laughed and then the laugh faded to something more sorrowful as
she started at my mom.  She no doubt saw the same bitterness that I saw
from all the way over on the steps.  "It's not any better?" She asked.

   Mom shook her head slowly, "No.  God knows I love him but he stumbles
around the bedroom Fajeena like a drunk, fat guy with one leg and a limp."

   That picture made me chuckle just a little bit, but it was enough to
give away my position.  I had to get up and seek a better vantage point if
I hoped to hear the rest of THAT conversation.  And I really wanted to hear
the rest of it.

   I made my way into the house as fast as I could, snuck into the garage
and climbed up onto the workbench as quietly as I could.  I shimmied the
window up just enough so that I could listen.  I couldn't have been more
than 15 feet from them and the window was partially veiled by a few tall
junipers.  Perfect.  Mom went on to tell Aunt Fajeena that on the few times
he attempts to "make love" to her, that it's "...less than satisfying...".
It was easy to see that she loved my dad and didn't want to bash him but on
the other hand, there seemed to be a great deal of disappointment, or maybe
it was frustration, in her voice.

   Mom looked around, surveyed the immediate area, I suppose making sure I
wasn't around.  "Sometimes you just wanna FUCK." She complained to her
sister.

   I nearly fell off the bench.  I'd never considered my mother just
wanting to......Fuck!  A different light was shining on my mom.

   "And it might be nice to do it in the car one time, or in the kitchen or
on the median of I-43 for Christ's sake.  Just something that has nothing
to do with the missionary position." She went on.  "Maybe I should try to
get him in a closet where we can't lay down.  Maybe slip into the bathroom
with him while the kids are doing something and have a quickie...Anything!"
She griped.

   I couldn't believe my ears.

   "I guess it's not like when you were a kid, huh?" Aunt Fajeena pointed
out.  "Back then you seemed to have no problem finding someone to fuck."
she added.

   Holy shit!  Mom was a slut, I thought.  The light had gotten a little
brighter.

   "Yeah well, I'm married now, with kids....but I gotta tell you Fajeena,
I've been getting pretty, I don't know..."

   "Horny?"

   Mom shook her head.  "You know that I play with myself in the bathroom?"

   Aunt Fajeena smiled.  "Well...no, I...I didn't know that." she stumbled
through the words with a huge smile on her face.  She seemed pretty happy
about my mother's confession.

   "Yeah!  And not just once-in-a-while when I take my shower either...  I
mean EVERY time I take a shower.  I even , sneak in there in the middle of
the day sometimes...I just get so horny.  "

   Aunt Fajeena looked like she was letting that sink in, "Have you thought
about getting a...  "Fuck Buddy"?

   I couldn't believe this was my aunt and my mother talking.  God, I
wished I could be a fly on the wall all the time when they hung out. 
{Instead of a clumsy kid with an erection on a work bench in the garage}

   "I can't do that."

   "Why?"

   I was beginning to think my aunt had no scruples, and quite frankly,
that was fine with me.  My aunt was quite the looker too; blonde hair like
my mom's, except hers was a lot longer, down to her waist.  They shared the
same pouty full lips and pretty green eyes.  Aunt Fajeena was a little
heavier, more meat on her, but she wasn't fat by any means.  And her boobs
were quite a bit smaller than her sister's.  Actually, I think a better
description would be...My mom's tits are way bigger then her sisters. 
They're bigger that anybody's sister's.  I guess when God was giving out
big smoldering boobs, it appeared that it was every other sibling that got
the blessing.

   Anyway: Mom told Aunt Fajeena that she was afraid to start some kind of
an affair with anyone.
"Suppose Jerry found out?  Secret phone calls, getting dressed up to go
to `The grocery store'.  Suppose someone saw me?  I couldn't do it to him.

I mean...I love him.  He's pretty great everywhere else." Mom told her."

   "Well would you do it if it were anonymous?"

   "What do ya mean...  `Anonymous'?"

   "Like a glory-hole..." Aunt Fajeena suggested with a huge smile.

   "A what?"

   "Oh dear sister, you've certainly been a sheltered child, haven't you?"
Aunt Fajeena smiled.

   "Well evidently I'm not the whore my sister is." Mom told her returning
the grin.

   "You don't know the half of it." She remarked.  "Come-on, time to surf
the Web." she told my mother.  I watched as they got up and went into the
house giggling like a bunch of school girls.

   Listening to my mother and my aunt talking like that had gotten me
pretty excited.  It also made me notice, I mean REALLY notice, how really
hot my mother was.  She's tall, pretty slim, 110 lbs if I had to take a
guess.  Maybe she just looked skinny because her tits were so big.  I don't
know.  All I DID know was that she was pretty hot.  I remember thinking my
dad must be crazy for not playing with those luscious titties at least
twice a day.

   From that day on I kept an eye on my mom.  Every time I saw her go into
the bathroom, I eased up and put my ear to the door.  I wasn't sure what I
expected to hear but I tried to listen anyways.  One morning I had my ear
to the door and I could hear what I thought was groaning.  I tried to peek
through the cracks around the door but I couldn't see shit.  I even dropped
down to the floor and tried to look under the door.  The only thing I got
for my efforts was a rug burn on the side of my face.  She was louder now.
I could plainly hear her moans and it was driving me crazy that I couldn't
actually see what she was doing.  Well...I KNEW what she was doing, but I
wanted to see her DOING IT.  Frustrated, and maybe even a little
pissed-off, I ended up going up to my room to jerk off.  I found that when
I jerked-off thinking about what Mom might be doing in that bathroom, I
would cum like a horse.

   For the next few weeks, following my mom to the bathroom and then
running upstairs to jerk-off became a ritual, but I had to be super
careful. I was always on high alert watching out for my dad or my little
sister.  It would do no good getting caught with my ear up to the bathroom
door when my mother was in there "Going to the bathroom" or "Taking a
shower".  I mean, how can you explain something like that?

   What..."I'm waiting my turn and fell asleep against the door.""I thought
I heard Mom yelling for help." Maybe I could just stand there by the door
with a roll of toilet-paper..."...just in case Mom runs out..."

   I had to keep a watchful eye on the narrow hallway while I kept an ear
to the door.  There were a few times that someone came around the corner
heading towards the basement door or the bathroom while I was being a
pervert, but if I was paying attention, I could just back away from the
door a few steps and act like I had to pee.  I'd face the bathroom door,
shift around on my feet a little and act surprised when someone came up
behind me.  It was risky, for-sure, but it was well worth it.  Listening to
my mother masturbate behind that door had become an obsession.

   I began to think of different ways that I could spy on my mother during
her special sessions.  Naturally, drilling a peep-hole some place was my
first thought.  The way the house was laid out, this was the only bathroom
in the house.  Two walls of the bathroom faced outside, one towards the
back yard and the other to the side of the house.  The wall paralleling the
side of the house was out of the question.  There were no bushes or fences
to conceal me.  I didn't need one of the neighbors calling up my mom to
tell her that her son was doing strange shit on the side of the house. 
Plus, anyone could just walk around the corner and there I was, out in the
open with my eye pressed against the aluminum siding.  The other outside
wall faced the backyard, the pool.  Better for sure.  At least there was a
fence to provide some privacy.  The other wall was towards the garage. 
That was more feasible.  Still pretty risky, but more feasible.

   I got my chance one afternoon when my parents took my sister to the mall
for some shopping.  I surveyed the work area.  There were a few shelves on
the wall but I thought I could drill a hole right at the side of the middle
shelf, about the size of a dime, and maybe just let something hang off the
shelf a little to cover it.  I got the drill, put a bit in and was ready to
go...until I realized I had no idea where this hole would come out on the
other side.  I dropped the drill and headed to the bathroom.

   Shit!  The best I could figure, the hole would come out on the tiled
wall in the shower, about three feet down from the ceiling.  That would
never do.  There's no way my mom wouldn't notice THAT.  Plan B.  I went
outside and took a look at the window.  It looked promising.  If I could
find something to stand on, I'd have no problem seeing in.  There was a
little cover from some tall bushes but trying this in the daytime would be
pretty daring.  I decided that I'd have to settle for the night shift; it'd
be safer that way.  Besides, Mom took a shower every night...If I was
lucky, she'd be horny most of the time.  This was good.  I figured that
when it was dark out and the light was on in the bathroom, she'd never be
able to see me unless she came right up to the window and cupped her hands.
I'd be able to look right in.

   There was my plan.  I wasted no time finding something to stand on.  In
the garage, there was a relatively small cooler.  I made sure no one was
around and brought it out to the bathroom window to make sure it would get
me up high enough to see in.  It did.  I stood on it and it brought me high
enough up to lay my chin on the window sill.  That was all I needed.  I
tucked the cooler behind one of the bushes and went up to my room.  I
couldn't wait.  My dick was already hard just thinking about it.

   I locked my door, jumped out of my pants and flopped down on the bed.  I
didn't need any magazines for this one.  When I grabbed my dick, I wasn't
sure it was mine.  It was thicker, harder then it's ever been; a tool, a
cock to be reckoned with.

   I pictured mom getting undressed to take a shower, slipping her jeans
off, then her cotton panties.  She stood there, my hot mother, and tweaked
her nipples, gently pulling on them, rolling them between her thumb and
index finger.  I imagine her cupping her hands under each fleshy mound,
tilting her head down and pushing her lovely tits up to her mouth.  I don't
know if my mother could actually suck her whole nipple into her mouth...but
in my imagination, she had no trouble.  She sucked them and bit them
softly, twirling her tongue around each one in turn...then kissed them
softly.  I heard the same soft moans I'd heard at the bathroom door.

   My hand was moving like a machine on my dick.  If I could harness that
power and use it for the good of mankind...I would think about that later.
Her head falls back, as her fingers separate the lovely folds of her pussy.
In my daydream, the light glistens off the wetness of her pussy.  Each tiny
droplet sparkles with her excitement.  She moans as her fingers find their
place inside her and she begins to fuck herself in earnest.

   When she stares at me through the window, puts a foot up on the side of
the tub and spreads her legs wide for me to see...I'm mere strokes away
from cumming.  The tip of my dick is swollen and beat read; pre-cum
dripping, splashing onto my stomach as I jerked it furiously.  I want to
see my mom cum, match the picture with the sounds I've heard from the other
side of the bathroom door but I run out of time.

   I may have screamed when I came...I'm not totally sure, but a long thick
rope of cum shot over my shoulder and splashed the headboard.  Another hit
me right in the face, my forehead and ricocheted into my hair.  The next
blast slapped my chin and splashed up onto my lips; the smell thick in my
nostrils.  I watched wide-eyed, as I milked the rest of my incredible load
out onto my stomach and over my knuckles.  It formed a puddle at the base
of my cock; matting my pubic hair and tickled my balls as it ran down onto
the bed.

   Holy shit!  It was awesome.  I laid there for quite a few minutes
shaking my head; couldn't believe it.  This Incest thing was intense.  My
dick was getting hard again just thinking about the possibility of spying
on my mother; putting a scene to the sounds I've heard behind the door.

   Mom usually took her shower at night around 9:00, sometimes 10:00.  That
was good for me, it was dark, and on a moonless night, behind the foliage
and under the eve of the roof...the bathroom window was barely noticeable.
Of course that changed when the light in the bathroom came on.  I would
have to make sure I stayed off to the side.  And the fact that my father
was a night-owl made it that much more risky.  There were a lot of nights
{Weather providing} when dad liked to sit at the table near the pool with
his lap-top and work.  At least I think it was work.  After hearing Mom and
her sister...I was pretty sure he wasn't looking at porn.  I couldn't tell
you how long he stays out there each night; I'm usually in bed before he
comes in.

   At 8:30, I made sure I was in the living-room watching TV so that I
could keep an eye on the bathroom.  Sure enough, I noticed Mom heading to
the bathroom for a shower around 9:15.  For the first time I noticed what
Mom brings into the bathroom with her.  I made a mental note.  Her bath
robe was hanging over one arm and tucked firmly under that arm and held in
place with her other hand, was a rolled up towel.  It seemed odd to
me...There were towels in the linen closet in the bathroom.  I figured
maybe it was a favorite towel or something and didn't give in another
thought.

   As soon as Mom shut the door I was up and out the back door.

   "Fuck!" Dad was sitting at the patio table, face buried in his lap top.
I was really wound up.  I was already adjusting the boner in my pants.  I
had pins and needles I was so hyped.  I can't describe my disappointment.
For hours all I could think about was my mom in the bathroom doing...Stuff.
For a second, I considered trying to sneak to window and try to make myself
invisible on my box so that I could see what goes on in there.  He was
immersed in that lap top, but I chickened out.  I wasn't gunna blow it
before I even got a glimpse through that window during "Shower Time".  It
would be different {Horrible...but different} if I got caught out there
after I'd put some time in on my box, as-it-were.  But to get caught before
I'd even had the chance to SEE what goes on when Mom's in there by
herself...Well...That'd be horrible.  Even if all I got to see was her
getting in and out of the shower before I got caught...it would be worth
it. That was a scary thought, but that's how bad I wanted to see my mother.


   I reluctantly turned around and went back into the living room and
flopped down on the couch.  If I was lucky, maybe the old-man would finish
up whatever he was doing and come inside.  I noticed I'd mustered-up a
little contempt for my dad as I sat there unable to focus on whatever was
on the television...waiting.  I wasn't just mad at him because he was
ruining my plan and inadvertently robbing me of my fantasy {and a super
intense jerk-off session} but because he wasn't...I don't know...making Mom
happy, I guess.  From hearing her talking to Aunt Fajeena, sex was pretty
important to her.  Hell...I sure know it WAS to ME!

   As bad luck would have it, Mom came walking out of the bathroom before
Dad came in from the backyard.  I cocked my head as I watched her walk from
the bathroom to the stairs.  She had her robe on; silk, I think.  It came
to mid thigh.  What leg I saw was smooth and shapely.  She walked
like...like a young girl; with a spring in her step, not a care in the
world.  I figured that whatever she does in the bathroom puts her in a
pretty good mood.  It was funny, what Mom did in that bathroom put me in a
pretty good mood too.  I hadn't given any thought to staring until Mom
stopped abruptly.  She looked at me for a second.  "What?" she asks with a
tiny smile on her face.

   I wondered if she would still have smiled if she knew why I was staring
at her and what I'd been thinking about.  Not likely.  I jerked my head
back on my shoulders, surprised that I'd been noticed...Caught.

   "What?" I repeated rather witlessly.

   "I asked you first."

   "Nothing." More wit.  I wasn't much in the clinch.

   The smile broadened on her lips.  Her hair was wet, wrapped in a towel,
she had no makeup on, the small robe was tied loosely around her slim
waist; allowing her cleavage and the meaty side of one boob to be
seen...and I saw.  She was really quite hot.  The perfect MILF.  Her smile
seemed sweeter, brighter than I'd ever noticed before.

   Then I noticed something a little odd.  She had a towel "Rolled up" and
tucked under her arm again.  Not that it's odd to bring a towel to and from
the bathroom, it was just the way she carried it.  I could see a rolled up
towel INTO the bathroom, but the towel coming out should be...I don't
know...NOT rolled up.  It didn't look natural.  Her one hand held tight to
it, pushing it into her armpit.  It looked like to me she was...protecting
it.  My first thought was, "What's in that towel?" Mom went on her way and
I was left with daydreams and hard-ons.  Off I went to my room to play with
both.

   The next day, Saturday, I kept an eye on Mom and it looked like it might
pay off.  It was just after 1:00 in the afternoon, Dad was taking my sister
to soccer practice.  Mom walked past me hopefully on her way to the
bathroom.  She stopped at the kitchen.  "What are you up to today?" she
asked from the kitchen threshold.

   "Nothin, just hanging out."

   "Not going anywhere?"

   "Nope."

   "No friends to hang out with?"

   I knew what she was doing, or at least I thought I did.  She wanted to
get in the bathroom and she would have preferred if I wasn't home.  I
figured I'd help her out a bit.  It would be in my best interest too if she
thought I wasn't home.  I flipped the TV off.

   "Actually, I was gunna hop on my bike and head over to Jeff's..." I told
as I got off the couch.  "...See if he maybe he wanted to ride out to
Greenbrier and hang at the skate-park for a while."

   Mom was all over it...  "Well that's a good idea.  I hate to see you
just sitting around the house.  You should be out in the sun, getting some
exercise...chasing girls." She tells me.

   I could feel that my dick was already starting to stir.  The more she
tried to push me along, the more sure I was that she was heading for the
bathroom for one of her sessions.  I was fighting off a boner and if Mom
didn't let me cut this conversation short so I could get out back and
"commence to hopping on my bike"...we were gunna have a problem.  A big
problem.  A problem with pre-cum dripping out of it.

   "Um, Sweetie..." She says.

   I didn't want to...but I stopped...right there in front of her.

   "What about that?" she asked as she nodded down the hallway towards the
bathroom.  I almost shit myself.  I have no idea what I looked like but I'm
thinking of that little kid with his hand in the cookie jar.  Did she know
I was going out back to spy on her?  I shook that ridiculous thought right
out of my head.  There was just no way she knew.  "Your skateboard." She
says.

   I looked down the hallway and sure enough, there was my skateboard
leaning against the wall by the garage door.

   I put my best "I'm an idiot" look on my face, which slipped on just like
it belonged.  It felt way better then that guilty "Holy Shit" look I was
more than happy to get rid of.

   I hurried over and grabbed my skateboard.  I figured it'd be best if I
just head right out through the garage, considering the growing ailment
between my legs.  I had a hand on the doorknob when Mom called out, "No
kiss goodbye?"

   Because of this new light I now saw my mother in, because she had
somehow become my major reason for masturbation...the thought of kissing
her good-bye both pleased me and scared me at the same time.  A chance to
get that close to her...to her face, her lips...excited me and that's what
scared me.  My dick was already on its way to solid form, it needed no more
encouragement.  If my dick could talk, I'm sure at this stage his voice
would be thick and deep; a heavy bass for sure.  Rather than risk
being...caught...with a Mom induced boner, I choose the easy, safe way out.
I brought my hand to my lips, made a loud, humming, `mmmmmmah' into my
fingers and sent my kiss on its way to my pretty mother with a wave of my
hand.

   "Love ya." I told her honestly, and made my get-a-way.

   I ran through the garage, around the house, skateboard in hand, through
the gate and quietly up to the bathroom window behind the tall bushes.  I
leaned my board against the house and retrieved my box from under one of
the Junipers.  I placed it under the window, seeded it into the dirt...and
carefully stepped up onto it.  I peeked in from the side of the window
frame.  The blinds were closed most of the way but I could still see.  I
made a mental note to go in there and open them before tonight.  As it was,
I think they helped hide me better in daylight the way they were now
anyway.

   Mom had wasted no time.  In the same amount of time it had taken me to
sprint around the house, {I moved like kid trying to catch up with the ice
cream man} she had taken her pants off and perched her pretty ass on the
toilet seat.  I would have preferred to watch her get undressed, but I
guess peepers can't be choosers.

   I had a profile view.  Again, I would have preferred a head-on shot, to
be looking right between her legs, to be able to see the pinkness.  I
wanted to see the wetness of it, watch her fingers sliding in and out, but
the tip of my dick rubbing against the aluminum-siding told me that this
view would be just fine.

   Mom had her legs spread wide, one knee touching the vanity and the other
resting against the toilet-paper holder.  She still had her panties
on...Light blue with tiny yellow flowers around every edge.  They looked
like they could be my sisters.  I'm not sure why, but I found that
incredible sexy.

   Her hand was tucked into them, making small slow circles as I watched.
The sight was unbelievable.  I watched as the circles became faster and the
crotch of her undies rose and fell with more conviction as every second
that passed seemed to pull her deeper into the trawls of passion.  Each
second was doing the same to me.

   I could hear the quite moans and groans that escaped her as her head
fell back against the extra roll of paper in the little, red, knitted house
that covered it.  I'd unsnapped my jeans and, I too, had slipped my hand
down into my underwear; mine perhaps a little more unexpected than my
mother.  I held tight to the windowsill with one hand and onto my dick,
just as tight, with the other.

   In a relatively short time, Mom had worked herself into quite a state. I
wasn't doing bad myself.  I had to stop playing with myself and squeeze my
dick really hard to keep from cumming.  This was just so much better than
I'd imagined.  Mom was swaying her pretty ass around on the toilet seat
like that was the only relief she could get from a bad case of poison ivy.

   She grabbed the front edge of the vanity with her free hand, her
knuckles were white as she tightened her grip and began to hump her other
hand.  The extra roll of toilet-paper hit the floor, along with the air
freshener and the box of Kleenex.  The back of Mom's head bumped lightly
off the wall in time with her thrusts until her body stiffened, her legs
slammed shut on her hand, and she froze.  Her mouth hung open in a silent
scream, a mixture of ultimate pleasure with a shade of disbelief.  She
stared up wide-eyed at the ceiling.  The only movement, her breasts heaving
up...up...up as she tried to get air and keep it; an endless string of
short, tiny gulps...in...in...in...in, no air leaving.  I found myself the
same way.  I was frozen as I watched, unable to even blink, my mouth
hanging open just as wide, my chin resting on the windowsill.

   As I slowly became aware of the dick in my hand, I also became aware
that a car was pulling into the garage.  I pulled back from the window with
a wild jerk, the box shifted under my feet and I fell back into the holly
that a moment ago hid me.  It now cradled me like a baby...  A baby with
his jeans unbuttoned and his hand in his shorts holding onto his incredibly
hard dick for life.

   "Fuck!" I groaned rather loudly as a few of the weaker branches gave way
to my weight letting me settle into the bush a little further.  I could
only hope my mother was too involved with her own goings-on to hear the
dilemma I'd gotten myself into and my rather loud comment on the matter.

   I rolled out of the bushes as fast as I could, trying to button my jeans
and kick the box under the juniper all at the same time.  I prayed that my
father would just go through the garage and into the house and not straight
to the back patio table with his lap-top.  I guess God looks at perverts a
bit spitefully.  I froze when I heard the gate open.  I laid perfectly
still, my cheek in the dirt, as I watched my dad's shoes go by from under
the bushes.  My pants were at least buttoned, {I could have thanked God for
at least THAT, but I doubted He had anything to do with it.}

   I laid there for almost an hour and a half, at my estimate, before my
father got up and went in the house.  It was just as well, all better to
legitimize my "Hanging out with Jeff" story.  I walked in through the
garage, skateboard in hand, {In front of my boner actually} The hour and a
half that I laid in that flowerbed should have been spent trying to figure
out what the fuck was wrong with me...what I was doing...but instead was
spent flowerbed-dreaming about my mom.  I came in through the garage.  I
said my quick -Hello's- and -How ya doin's- [So much blood had gone to my
dick that I was having trouble forming words.] as I made my way to my room
to take care of this albatross between my legs.  I swear to God, a box of
puppies and ferrets mixed would be less trouble than my dick was turning
out to be.  A big box.

   I thought that maybe I should rethink this whole Mom thing before I got
caught.  There would be no explaining something like that.  There would
only be wrath and support groups...and, of course, therapy.  I knew that if
I got caught, things would change forever.  But first things first.......I
had to take care of this boner before it popped.  I'm sure there'd be no
explaining that either.

   This went on for more than a week before everything changed.  I'd seen
Mom pleasuring herself five other times after my near-death experience that
first time.  {I had given the whole Mom thing more thought as I said I
would.  I decided that it was the coolest fuckin' thing in the whole
fuckin' world!  And the way it made me cum, jerking off right there at the
window on my box or when I got back to my room, was....Awesome.  And as it
was, based on those few things...it took only .025 seconds to come to a
decision.  I wanted to watch.}

   I'd taken to pulling my dick out right there at the window the last
couple of times I spied on my mother.  I figured getting caught spying on
my mother through the bathroom window while she masturbates was about the
worst thing that could possibly happen, so what's it matter if I have my
dick in my hand when I'm caught?  It's kinda like a burglar with a gun...A
preacher with a bible...a baseball player with a bat.....It's kind
of...Expected, ya know?

   I had run into the bathroom earlier that night and opened the blinds a
little more for my viewing pleasure; hoping Mom wouldn't notice.





   (2)



   Friday night, about 9:45, I was standing in the shadows behind the
spruce on my box with a hard-on that threatened to knock me off the box
each time it collide with the aluminum siding.

   When the light switched on, I flattened against the side of the house
like an escaped convict avoiding the spot light that would surely send him
away forever.  I stayed like that for a few minutes waiting to see if she'd
notice the blinds and come to the window to close them.  A few minutes
seemed like forever as I stood frozen on my milk box; my heartbeat
thundering in my ears, rapid fire.

   I slowly moved my head into position.  I had a much better view with the
blinds open more.  Mom was just taking off her blouse.  She'd turned the
shower on, either to make anyone coming to the bathroom door think she was
showering or to muffle any moans and groans of pleasure that might escape
her pretty mouth.  She'd taken the rolled up towel {It had become the norm
in her evening sessions} and placed it on the vanity.

   I watched as Mom undressed.  It was slow and painstaking but certainly
no striptease.  I watched as she reached back with both hands and unhooked
her bra.  She tossed it in the corner with an uncaring sweep of her arm.  I
was no more than six or seven feet away.  I could see the small freckles
that dotted her shoulders and made a scattered path to the V between those
luscious tits.  A few even speckled a fading path along the fleshy mounds
on their way to each taut nipple.  Her areolas were rather large, circling
each nipple the ways a smooth sandy beach circles a solitary island.  They
looked soft; the lightest brown, the color of coffee after you've stirred
in too much creamer.  Her nipples were meaty, plump, the size of marbles,
soft pink, the color, and shape of an eraser on the end of an unused
pencil...but the size of marbles.

   Oddly...she looked kind of sad.  A look that seemed out of place
considering what I figured she was about to do.  I thought for a second
that maybe she's just gunna...take a shower.  I watched as she unbuttoned
her shorts and began to slip them down over her curvy hips.  She swayed her
hips and thighs slowly side to side as she inched those shorts down more
and more.  The dance was sexy, erotic and alluring; the perfect marriage of
innocence and desire.  Just the act of getting undressed had become as much
a turn on as the raw passion I'd witnessed each time I'd seen her touch
herself through this window.  I got to see the encore as she removed her
panties the same way.  She stood naked in front of the vanity, her left
side to me.  The roundness of her ass cheeks and the profile of her beasts
seemed to fill the window frame.  My eyes flickered back and forth between
the two.  It was like looking at two works of art hanging side by side on a
wall in the art shop.  Trying hard to decide which was more appealing:
which one you liked more.  I like THIS on that one...but THAT on this one.

   My eye bounced right to her hand as she picked up the towel off the
vanity and began to unroll it.  In its protective center lay a long, brown,
rubber penis.  I'm guessing rubber because of the way it flopped side to
side when she picked it up and examined it.

   She seemed to study it as it lay in her hands; her gaze shifting from
the dildo to the reflection in the mirror and back again.  I was dying out
there on that box.  I wanted to jerk the window open, stick my head in
through the blinds and tell her, "For fucks sake woman!!!  Get to it!!! 
I'm gunna die from a goddamn dick aneurysm out here."

   But even as I anticipated the upcoming extravaganza...I could see there
was something wrong.  She didn't seem to have that urgency she'd had before
her other sessions.  Even though she was naked, a vision of sexuality, I
began to feel a kind of concern.

   I watched as she rubber her thumb slowly over the head of that fake cock
appearing to be deep in thought.  As she brought her eyes to the mirror,
she looked troubled.  She didn't look like a horny woman, about to pleasure
herself.  She looked more like she might cry.  She licked her lips as she
stared at herself in the mirror.  She rubbed them together and puckered
them a few times as if she meant to kiss her reflection.  She ran her
fingers through her beautiful blonde hair and then shook it out vigorously
only to run her fingers though it again.

   It looked to me like she might have been checking herself out.  But not
in a vain, conceded way.  It looked more to me like she wasn't very happy
with the way she looked, like maybe she wished she was better looking. 
Maybe she thought she wasn't good enough for Dad and that was the reason he
wasn't so...creative...in the bedroom.  If that WAS what she was
thinking...the poor woman had lost her mind.  She was undeniably hot.  I'm
willing to bet a whole bunch of the pretty girls in Mom's high-school
didn't like my mother one little bit.  I bet they were jealous and, in my
opinion, they had good reason to be.  I think Mom still carried a lot of
that youthful beauty, and she carried it very well too.  Better than very
well!

   To be honest, I can't really define the look on her pretty
face...Guilt...Sorrow...Perhaps even loneliness.  Maybe she was feeling a
bit guilty for having to lock herself in the bathroom to "Get some relief".
This whole sex thing with my dad {Maybe...This whole NO sex thing with my
dad...would be a better way to put it} seemed to be really taking a toll on
her.  Maybe she was contemplating her sister's advice and wondering what it
would be to take on a lover or even where the nearest gloryhole was.  I
don't know.

   Just when I started feeling bad for what I was doing, Mom slid one hand
to her breasts and brought that rubber cock to her mouth with the other. 
She massaged her tit and pinched and pulled at the nipple as she watched
herself slowly rub the tip of that fake dick over her lips.  We both
watched as she parted her full lips and let the tip of her dildo slip past.
Her tongue greeted her long brown friend with a ballet of pirouettes and
tiny nibbles.

   I was in danger of cumming before I even got my dick out of my pants. 
It was near impossible to keep vigil behind me and watch this sensual
torment in front of me at the same time.  I would have to rely on my ears
for any warnings.  Mom's hand moved to the other breast as we watched her
kiss and trace her lips over all sides of that lucky rubber cock.

   A minute later, Mom has one hand between her legs and she's giving
"Lucky Dick" a slow blowjob in the mirror.  I'm doing all I can do to stay
perched on that box and keep from cheering her on through the window.  I
watched as she held "Bubba" by the very end with her fingers and coated its
entire length with the spit from her mouth.

   I almost banged my head on the glass when she stopped.  "No!  No!!!" I
screamed in my head so hard my ears popped.  I watched as she picked up her
towel and turned towards the bathroom door, dildo in hand.  I wondered
where the hell she thought she was going like that.  The thought confused
me.  I stared mindlessly while she closed the distance.  I'm shaking my
head...Fast, nervous shakes...begging shakes Please no!  Don't stop!

   I gasped, a hard gasp for air that almost sucked my mouth to the glass
like a plunger when Mom threw the towel on the tile floor and lowered the
sweet cheeks of her ass onto it; her back against the bathroom door, her
legs spread wide facing the window, the dick to her mouth again putting on
the finishing touches.  I spied; my hard dick free of my pants...but held
captive by my immoral thoughts and my tight grip.  A shiver ran through me
each time the head of my overheated dick touched the cold, smooth siding. I
found the feeling oddly exhilarating and made attempt to move further from
the house.

   The lips of Mom's pussy we puffy, swollen with desire.  I stared at it
like a hungry child stares at a birthday cake through the bakery store
window.  And just like the tiny icing roses that surround the cake, Mom's
pussy lips surrounded the pinkness of her pussy.  Her wetness was obvious
in the well lit bathroom but what really caught my eye, what really made my
hand clamp down on my hard dick was the fact that it was bald,
hairless...Smooth...  as the cheeks of her ass and the soft plumpness of
her titties.  She shaves it!?!.  My head slowly cocked to one side with awe
and wonder.  My mom shaves her pussy, I thought, thrilled by this simple
thing.  It was kinda funny, I saw her sitting on the floor naked,
beautiful, with that big dildo in her hands, ready to fuck herself silly
and it was the fact that she shaved her pussy, that that seemed to
captivate me.  It was that, that made her so...so...sexual.  I remember
thinking how lucky my father was, and how stupid he was.  So stupid...that
my mother had to do this; secretly pleasure herself on the bathroom floor.

   I just couldn't figure my father out, but I would ponder all that later
on in the night.  I had no time for sleuthing and mystery solving at that
point.  After all, you really didn't care where the sweet peach was grown
or how it made its way to your kitchen...You only cared what it tasted like
when you finally got it in your hand.  And Mom's pussy looked like if you
bit into it, the juices would squirt from the corners of your mouth and run
down your chin.

   One hand entered my frame of concentration and came to rest on the
smoothness that was at one time covered with pubic hair.  No doubt as soft
as the wavy blonde hair that covered her shoulders.  Two slim fingers
rotated around the tiny hood that covered her clit for a few seconds before
they spread apart, taking the lips of her moist coochie with them.  The
head of her friend came into view and slowly nuzzled its way into the
pretty pink entrance to her pussy.  It lingered as if it was their first
introduction.  They greeted each other, small talk let to play and then she
welcomed the slippery thing inside.

   I watched as Mom began to slowly fuck herself with that rubber cock
while she tickled and strummed at her clit.  What started as a quiet
get-together, soon turned into a heated romp.  Mom's eyes were closed, her
head moved side to side against the door as she nibbled on her bottom lip,
and the towel that cushioned her lovely ass, now began to polish the tile
floor beneath her.  I couldn't hear her.  I didn't have the luxury of being
on the other side of that door, but the way she moved her mouth, her lips
formed the words I couldn't hear....She was as deep into her fantasy as
that dick was inside of her.  And both her lips and that dildo moved with
the same urgency.

   That's when it happened:

   As she bit her bottom lip and rolled her head, her eyes opened and she
looked right at me.  Our eyes met.  I jerked my head away from the window.
I felt the hardness of my dick run away like children from a spankin.  I
froze; one hand against the house, the other filled with "Just got adda the
pool" dick.  I had stopped breathing and my mind was racing.  Overflowing
with excuses, reasons, repercussions.  They all bunched together in my
brain and came out as...Holy Shit!  (At least I didn't fall off the box)

   "She didn't see me." I heard myself whispering franticly.  "She
couldn't...It's pitch black out here...and the light...it's so bright in
there.  I don't know how much time passed; a few seconds, a minute, ten? 
Nothing happened.  The window didn't fly open...No body yanked me off the
box and pull me though the bushes.  Nothing.  My eyes shifted back and
forth, back and forth as I waited for the world, as I know it, to come
crashing down.  When that didn't happen, I calmed somewhat, and slowly
peeked around the trim of the window frame, like a little kid peeking in
his dark closet late at night expecting to find the goddamned boogie
man...except I still had my soft dick in hand.  (I guess at the moment I
figured he was all I might had left of the old world and I wasn't quite
ready to give him up)

   To my surprise...and unexpected delight...Mom was still on the bathroom
floor, her coochie full of rubber dick and her hand slowly massaging her
clit and rubbing the smoothness of where hair once grew.  I jerked my head
back from the window, closed my eyes and sighed a great sigh of relief. 
She didn't see me...Couldn't see me.  I took another deep breath, and
slowly brought my eye back to the edge of the window.

   She was in fact where I'd left her, but she seemed as though she'd lost
some of her enthusiasm.  She still pleasured herself, but she moved the
brown dick between her legs, slower, in and out, in and out, pushing it
deep inside every-so-often and making a rolling motion...first one way and
then the other.  A more casual fuck had replaced the fever I'd witnessed
just a few minutes ago; a fever that was ready to brake.

   Her ass no longer pushed the towel around the floor.  It had turned into
more of a slow sway of her hips and a gentle thrust upward each time she
buried that fake cock inside her pussy.  But most noticeably, the thing
that captured and held my attention were her eyes.  They were open with a
glassy stare.  Not only open, but seemingly locked on the window I hid
behind.  Now I'm no Sherlock Holmes or nothin', but I figured that the fact
that I was STILL standing on this box and she was STILL sitting on the
floor with that dildo between her legs, was a fine indicator that she'd
never seem me.  And the few times I'd peeked around the corner had gone
un-noticed as well.

   I got bolder.  My dick was once more breathing the fresh air of Virginia
and the firmness had found its way home.  With my hand firmly around my
cock, I leaned further in front of the window.  Still, Mom worked her
pussy...and stared at the window.  "Penny for your thoughts" I thought
amused at my own wit.  With the freedom and courage that invisibility
brings, I gave my dick a little shake and started to move my hand to match
my mother's rhythm.  Watching my mother do this was far better than
anything I'd ever imagined.  Way hotter than any porn I'd ever seen. 
Between trying not to fall off that goddamn box and trying hard not to
cum...my hands were full.

   Mom picked up the speed as I also did, her eyes, seeming, never left the
window and my eyes never leaving her.  All of her.  From her wide open legs
to the blonde hair that lie over her shoulders, tickling the outside
roundness of each tittie.  She began to suck on her bottom lip again and
her pelvis found the same song that my hand and her toy seemed to share. 
Her eyes appeared to stare through me.  Soon her pelvis led the way.  The
towel was now just a crumpled rag shoved against the bottom of the door. 
One foot had found a firm hold on the edge of one of the vanity doors.  The
other foot still looking along the edge of the tub for leverage, sliding
along the smooth, rounded corner of the tub again and again.  Her head
tilted back as much as the door would allow, but not enough to keep her
from staring...At me.  Her approaching orgasm forced her to plant her
wandering foot on the small drop rug in front of the tub.

   This new found anonymity had a peculiar effect on me.  As if watching my
mother...replacing imagination with reality, wasn't thrilling enough, the
idea that she was looking at me, knowing I was there, I was watching, it
was ME...made me literally shake inside.  It somehow made me part of it;
part of the thing she was doing on the bathroom floor while the water ran
in the shower fooling everyone but me and her.  It made me feel
like.......like we were in the same room...together...  doing.........what
we were doing.  My hand tightened around my dick until I could feel the
hard/spongy cartilage in the center and my hand created a rhythm of its
own. At some point I was aware of the light rapid-fire tapping of my
knuckles on the siding, but gave it none of my attention.  A small plane
falling into the pool behind me wouldn't have warranted more than a quick
glance from me at that point.

   Mom, with her free hand planted to one side, fingers spread wide on the
tile floor, arched up, pushing with both legs, her ass lifted higher as she
drove Lucky Dick in to the hilt and held it there with the palm of her
hand. Her mouth dropped open wide and then quickly slammed shut.  Her once
full lips now forming a single tight line under her nose, her face
flushed....Had I been on the other side of the door I would have no doubt
heard the urgent moans and grunts I'd heard before, perhaps a low growling.
But Mom's eyes......her eyes...they never broke their gaze, never strayed
from the window...from me it felt like.  I stared back at my mother as we
both came.

   It was many long seconds, minutes maybe, it could have been forever if
I'd had presence of mind to look for a shooting star to wish upon, before
Mom allowed her shapely ass to slowly come to rest on the tile floor again.
Her legs lay limp, open, and useless on the floor.  "Big Brown" slid out on
the wave of slippery juices that now poured from my mother's soaked coochie
and plopped on the floor and slid to rest against one thigh.  The hand that
once held it now gently teased her puffy wet pussy lips, slowly, and very
gently.  She looked exhausted and was no doubt tender.  Her eyes finally
closed.  Except for those three fingers on her pussy...nothing moved.  Had
it not been for those few slippery fingers caressing Mom's glistening lips,
I might have called 911 and then made my way through the window.

   When all was said and done, I'd painted the side of the house with cum
and Mom finally found her way in the shower.  I was sitting on the couch
already waiting for my next chance when she strolled out of the bathroom,
rolled up towel tucked under her arm.  She seemed in a hurry to get up
those steps.

   The next day, Mom didn't take her midday "Brake".  She DID however, take
her nightly shower, but Dad farting around in the back yard `til all hours
of the night made it impossible for me to do my thing.  I had to settle for
jerking off in my room before I went to bed.  The next day my stupid sister
was home all day hanging around, so when I saw Mom head into the bathroom
around 1:00, I was shit-outa-luck.  I didn't dare risk being found outside
the bathroom window or getting caught with my ear to the door and a bulge
in my pants.  It wasn't worth getting caught and ruining the nights ahead
that I might get to watch my mother.

   It was like that for a long few days.  There was always someone around
that made it too risky to indulge myself in my new hobby.  A few nights
later though...I got another chance.  My sister was in bed and me and my
dad were in the living room watching a baseball game.  The Yankees were
playing and it was only the top of the third when Mom tried to slip in
under the radar.  I saw her out of the corner of my eyes as she scurried
through the living room with her robe draped over her arm and her rolled up
towel tucked securely away.

   I slipped out and made my way to my perch outside the bathroom window.
It went almost exactly as it had a couple of nights before, except this
time, from the time I first eyed her through the blinds, she kept glancing
towards the window...every few minutes, it seemed; enough so that it made
me nervous and I stayed back from the sill and just peeked around the
window jam with one eye.  I felt relatively safe, after all, if she could
see me, well...she wouldn't be doing it.

   It seemed like it moved along a lot slower this time, I was treated to
another amazing show.  There seemed to be a lot more foreplay this time. 
She spent a great deal of time on her tits; rubbing them, pushing them
together, and making large round circles with them as she squeezed and drug
her long fingernails over them ever-so-lightly.  She spit on her fingertips
and wet her nipples; long shiny runners of spit connecting her fingers to
her open mouth and then to the hard nipples that I wanted to touch so
badly. They looked incredibly hard from the moment she sat on the floor
against the door but now...now they looked even longer and darker.  I
thought of those little marshmallows you put in your hot chocolate which
turned into a vivid picture in my head of covering each swollen nipple in
Hershey's chocolate syrup, the excess slowly making its way down the bottom
of each white globe in a thick, sluggish river, onto her flat stomach to
puddle in her sexy innie.  Chocolate covered Mom, I thought.  I could say
the thought made my dick hard, but fact is, my dick was hard before I
jumped my perverted ass up on that little cooler outside the window.

   After a while, I felt comfortable enough to venture out from around the
window frame.  When I did, mom glanced at the window and held her gaze.  I
felt a moment of uneasiness but as soon as she locked eyes to the window,
her pace picked up, so I didn't give it another thought before I began to
stroke my dick.

   I wasn't disappointed.  As before, her climax was hard and exhausting.
In her thralls, it appeared her head bounced off the door a few times and
her foot had pushed against the cabinet door of the vanity with enough
force to strip the screws and knock the flimsy door off its hinges.  She
spasmed and jerked all around the small bathroom floor trying to get all of
that rubber cock inside her.  None of this slowed my mother down.  She
thrashed and flayed around on the floor, finally settling in an exhausted
heap, her eyes closed, her pretty tits heaving like one of those old rigs
trying to pump oil from the ground.  And until that moment of
exhaustion...her eyes never left the window.

   This time, I came so hard I did fall off my perch.  My legs just gave
out.  My last spurt of cum sprayed the leaves of the Holly bush as I came
to rest on my back in the mulch.  I couldn't help but shake my head at the
craziness, but there was no time to waste on the moment.  Between the noise
that my mother must have made in the bathroom and the cry of "Oh my God!"
that I think I bellowed on my way down, I figured someone was gunna get
caught and I didn't want it to be me.  I scurried up, secured my dick, (A
dick that was as hard now as it was when I'd first pulled it out) shoved
the little cooler under the bushes and ran out to the pool.

   I was in no condition to head into the house just yet.  Besides the
hard-on that I feared would never go away, I was just to wound up too see
anyone.  I sat at the tiny table by the pool and checked myself as best I
could; looking for dirt, leaves, mulch, cum on my clothes.  Anything that
might suggest that I'd been anywhere near the bathroom window.  I closed my
eyes and let my head fall back on the chair.  I took deep slow breaths and
enjoyed the light, cool breeze that swept over my sweaty face.  I thought
about what I was doing, the risks I was taking and decided with a small
measure of reluctance (A tiny measure and a bit of concern as well, because
I knew without a doubt that what I was doing was wrong, very wrong, and I
knew it was just a matter of time before someone caught me )...  that I
couldn't wait for the next time.

   I went to sleep that night, jerking off again, visions of my lustful
mother, being the last things in my head before I drifted off.





   (3)

   As luck would have it, the next day I was in the pool floating around on
the raft {On my stomach} day dreaming, when Mom came walking out of the
house talking on the phone.  As I floated over closer to where she was
sitting, I could tell she was talking to Aunt Fajeena again.  She was
talking quietly and sneaking a peek in my direction every so often.

   (I'd say that my dick started to move around just thinking about what
they might be talking about, but the truth was...that birddog had been out
hunting all morning and was ready to pull the birds right out of the
goddamn trees by now)

   I thought my presence in the pool might chase my mother in the house for
more privacy so I decided to give my mother her "space" so that she could
talk freely.  I paddled over to the steps, slid off the raft and headed up
the steps out of the pool.  (It would seem that I had achieved the first
three stages of a good hard-on: Reason, anticipation, and good blood flow)
I held my little air filled raft between me and my mother until I reached
the sliding glass doors that led into the kitchen.  The hundred and forty
times I glanced over at her, she was sitting there, holding the phone to
her ear, watching me leave.  I assumed waiting for me to get out of ear
shot so she could talk to her sister, or maybe I just looked like I was up
to something.  I figure both.

   Once in the house, I made my way to the garage and up onto the
workbench. The window was already open enough from the last time I'd
perched my ass up here to eavesdrop.  Mom WAS waiting for me to leave... 
What I heard took away both my breath, and my ability to hold onto a
rational thought.

   "I do it every night" I heard her tell my aunt.  "I don't know, that was
the first time I noticed."

   Noticed what?  I wondered.  I swallowed hard.  I watched and listened,
all but shoving my head through the small cap in the window, as my mother
went on.  I would've loved to pick up one of the other phones, I badly
wanted to hear Aunt Fajeena's side of the conversation, but Mom was on her
cell phone.

   "I'm almost positive." She tells her sister.

   "I don't know."

   "I don't know."

   "Could be, I guess."

   "But suppose it isn't." She said with a wonder in her voice; like little
girl talking to her best-friend about the boy she has a crush on.  "Bobby
told me that Tommy said he liked me."

   "Suppose he's lying?"

   "...But suppose he isn't."

   Come on Mom...Give me something, I begged under my breath.

   "I'm telling you Fajeena..."

   I watched Mom glance around the yard before continuing.  She lowered her
voice a little bit more.  I strained to hear.  "It...really turned me on."
She says; sounding a bit surprised at her own words...or the fact that she
was actually telling her sister about it, or maybe she was just surprised
at her own reaction to the whole thing.  Hard to say.

   "I know, right..."

   "Never..."

   "I just kept doing it..."

   "I did to!"

   "Swear to god."

   "I never knew" I hear her tell her sister as she shrugged her shoulders,
shook her head and looked up towards the blue sky.  Now I have my temple
pressed so hard against the window frame that I'm rubbing the paint off,
and my chin...my chin and jaw are beginning to hurt trying to push the
wooden sill out of the way so I can get closer, hear better.

   And then my dick went soft, my chin gave up trying to move the sill and
slapped the wooden bench below instead.  "FUCK." I whispered rather loudly.
I ducked down out of side incase I'd been loud enough for her to hear me. I
froze there below the window, wondering what kind of facility they'd be
sending me to; wondering if they would allow me visitors and if so...would
anybody even come to see me.

   "How do you know Fajeena?" Mom asked her sister.  "Have you ever had
anybody watching you do it?"

   "She saw you!!!" A harsh voice in my head screamed.  If I had to put a
picture with the voice, I'd say a grey-haired judge, narrow eyed and
staring at me in disgust over the rim of his glasses, slamming down his
gavel and motioning for the bailiff to take me into custody.

   She had seen me at the window last night.  Dear god.......But no way, I
though......

   I was a mess up there on the workbench crouching, trying not to be seen.
It was hard to get a thought straight before another one popped in my head
to take its place.  If she'd seen me...why, why in god's name, did she just
keep going?  Why didn't she do something...Why was I still running free? 
There was no way.  I had to listen.  I had to make sense of it.  Surely I
was misinterpreting something.

   I wasn't sure what I'd missed in my frenzied search for wits and
answers, but the next thing I heard was Mom telling Aunt Fajeena that she
didn't know, "It was just too dark." She'd said.

   If I was getting this right, Mom HAD seen me...But she didn't know it
was ME.  That thought made my heart forget to beat until my lungs gave a
little nudge in protest.  I gasped and the firmness that had been abruptly
chased from my dick just a few moments ago, was welcomed back with open
arms.

   "I had no idea something like that would make me feel all....all..." Mom
lowered her voice so much I couldn't hear and I wasn't close enough to
attempt to read her lips.

   "I've never felt anything like it." She went on to say with a little
more volume and a little more wonder in her tone.  "I know..."

   "Have you?"

   I don't know what my aunt's response to that was, but I heard my mom
jokingly say, "Well that's because you're a whore."

   "Sure..."

   "Uh-huh"

   "Yep"

   Then Mom told Aunt Fajeena not to mention this to anyone.

   "No, I'm not saying anything to him." She says

   "Shit, for all I know...He is the one at the window and if I say
anything...Well...It might ruin it."

   I assumed she thought "Him" was my father.  I prayed.

   (I have to admit, later that night, the thought that Mom might know it
was me at the window, and she was still willing to pleasured herself while
I watched...Well...When I could finally get out of my bed and stand, I had
to take a shower to wash the cum off.)

   And then I heard all I needed to hear,

   "I wanna do it again." She tells her sister.

   "I don't know...I just do...I really liked it."

   "Yeah.  I'm not gunna do or say anything to anybody...Well you're
different...I can tell you."

   "I don't know, I guess I'll see if he comes back tonight." She tells my
aunt.

   "I know..."

   "Yeah."

   "I will.  Love you too."

   I was so deep in thought that I sat up there on the work bench long
after my mother had hung up and gone in the house.  She knew someone was
watching her, yet she was willing to do it anyway.  Wow!  I was beginning
to see that there was yet another side of my mom I never thought existed. I
doubted my father even knew this side of Mom.  I kinda wondered what he
would do if he knew; if it would turn him on or freak him out.  Kinda like
a little boy telling his Priest that he thinks he might be gay...It could
go either way.  Only the guy at the window knew, I thought.

   Well, in the next weeks, I managed to watch my mother a few more times
as she pleasured us both with her escapades in the bathroom.  Obsession
just didn't describe it.  I fell asleep each night with my dick in my hand
and woke each morning with a hard-on.  I dressed accordingly.  I even
started to put two pair of underwear on to better pin down my overactive
best buddy.  I let the first pair slip down a little and let the tip of my
hard dick stick out past the waistband.  The second pair, I pulled up to
hide the tip.  I had to pay close attention when I was around my mother. 
I'd often found myself staring...daydreaming.  A lot of times I felt like I
was nine, sitting in the garage with an old Playboy I'd found in a box
under the workbench and I'd gotten my first look at some titties.

   Each time I watched her was just like the first; just as new and
exciting, just as hot.  The level of lust (and in my case, obsession) grew
with each episode.  Now when I spied, I stood on my cooler, almost out in
the open, my head fully framed by the window frame as if I was a welcomed
guest at the neighborhood peep-show, staring at the exotic dancer as she
stared back from behind the tinted glass.

   I hoped to make it appear (To Mom) that it might actually be my father
at the window spying on her.  Everyone was already well aware that he spent
a great deal of time in the backyard at night on his lap-top anyways.  He'd
be the most likely suspect.  I thought that might not only put my mother a
bit more at ease but also keep the heat off me.  It took a while for me to
realize that if she thought it was him, she might bring it all up one night
in a hopeful attempt to pull a confession from him and maybe even bring him
out of his sexual cocoon, so-to-speak.  If she did that, there was no doubt
that he would be out here in the bushes waiting for the perp the very next
night.  I really didn't want to come running out and duck behind the
bushes, dick in hand, reaching for the cooler, only to find my father there
waiting for me putting his non- confrontational days behind him.

   As it turned out, something happened that I'd never even considered in
my wildest dreams.  (And I had some wild-ass dreams too)

   On this particular night, around 8:30, I'd told my mom that I was
hanging out over my friend Jimmy's house and told her I'd be home by 11:00.
This lie was designed to further push suspicion towards dad.  I was
becoming quite the conniver.  The bite in the ass was; I had to sit in the
flowerbed behind the bushes (From 8:30 to almost 10:00) and wait for my
mother to "Take her shower".  Another downside was that if my father
decided to spend the evening out by the pool, I'd be shit-out-of-luck.  I'd
be trapped there until he decided to go in and god knows when that might
be. It didn't take but a second to surmise that all of this was well worth
it though.

   Anyway, I was sitting on my little cooler, tucked away nicely behind the
bushes, waiting for the light to go on in the bathroom when the window
suddenly popped open.  The light hadn't gone on, I didn't hear the blinds
being pulled up, there was no warning...The window just popped open.  My
life flashed before my eyes.  I sat motionless, frozen, afraid that if I so
much as moved a single hair on my ass check, that I would surely shit my
pants.  To my relief, I heard the window blinds rustle and then the light
flipped on.  I thought that maybe she was just hot in there.  It certainly
made sense that she would be.  I was a bit worried that she may have closed
the blinds all the way and I wouldn't be able to see.  I made sure I was
alone in the backyard then slowly took my place perched on my stand ready
to peek around the widow frame when I saw a little piece of paper sticking
out of the window...Right there on the sill, held there by the weight of
the blinds.

   What the fuck?  I stared at it, like it was a snake that would strike at
any moment.  I was afraid that if I touched it, it would break the spell,
ruin this world that I had somehow gotten so comfortable in.  By the time I
looked through the window, through the blinds, Mom was already in the midst
of her routine.  Both hands were full of her luscious breasts, her beloved
dildo lying on the floor, just in reach, waiting like the star of the play,
for his queue to take the stage...do his scene.  Her eyes were focused on
the window, never wavering, hardly blinking, excitement and desire shinning
in each eye with just a hint of what might have been...hope.

   Periodically, I glanced at the small piece of paper protruding from
under the blinds, the note.  I was a bit surprised that it kept drawing my
attention away from my mother.  I wouldn't have thought that even the
villagers busting down our fence, their hands filled with torches,
pitchforks and anything they could grab to beat the town pervert to death
with, could have pulled my attention from my mother's display, but it did.
I wanted to know what it was, what it said, almost more than I wanted to
watch the show my mother was now so willing to put on...

   But I was afraid.  Afraid of somehow confirming my existence, showing my
mother that it was ME...and not her husband that found her so alluring
...so desirable.  It was all I could do to keep my hands off that little
piece of paper.  I was so scared that when Mom was finished, she would
retrieve the note before taking her shower.  I watched as her orgasm took
her as it had each night I'd watched before; hard and completely.  As she
lie there trying desperately to calm her breathing I took the opportunity,
seized the moment.  I put my dick away.  I hadn't cum along with my mother
the way I had each other night; the tiny piece of paper made sure of that.
I jumped off my perch, snatching the note from the sill as I did.  I hit
the ground and made a mad dash to the side gate.  I couldn't have been more
excited...Or scared...if I'd found a whole suitcase full of the mob's money
and "No-Neck Sal" was hot on my heals.

   I hit the street and turned towards Jimmy's.  The folded piece of paper
felt no lighter than a brick in my hand.  I didn't stop until I was two
blocks from the house.  There, on the corner of West Rolling Hills Rd., I
stood under the street light, breathing hard, sweating, unfolded the note
with a pair of hands that would lose a surgeon his license to
practice...and read the words.  With my back against the cool light post, I
slowly slid down until my ass settled on the hard concrete.  Holy fuck!

   "Do you like what you see?  Stick your cock through the blinds if you
do."

   I was too stunned to read on.  I sat there staring at the note, staring
though it.  The thoughts and pictures that swirled around in my head took
the place of everything around me.  If she didn't think that was my dad
outside that window...  "Jesus Christ" I heard myself whisper.  The thought
made my head spin.  And I don't mean that metaphorically...I mean that I
thought I was gunna pass out.

   I looked down at the note again, trying to concentrate on the words.  As
they came into focus, I shook my head, not believing what they said.  "I'll
give you the best blowjob you've ever had."

   I sat under that street light `till well after 12:00.  I finally came to
my senses, the note in one hand and my other mindlessly rubbing the front
of my pants.

   As what seemed to be the norm, my dick was as hard as quantum physics to
a second grader.  I could only hope that it was gone by the time I got
home, but I knew better.  I tucked the note in my pocket and started my
long trek home...The longest two blocks that man has ever walked.

   As it turned out, I slipped into the house unnoticed.  I hurried to my
room, stripped down to my boxers, turned the light off, and jumped into
bed. I waited as long as I could to see if anyone would come in to check on
me.  I jerked off twice thinking about that note and what it might mean
before I drifted off in a restless sleep that was crammed full of erotic
dreams and scenarios.  I woke in the morning with the same goddamn boner
I'd gone to sleep with.  I began to think of my boner the same as my Saint
Christopher's mettle, those little brown streaks on my underwear, that
fuckin' mole above my left eye......It was just something that was always
there.  The load I dumped on my chest before I climbed out of bed barely
softened it.

   I spent most of the morning, and into the day, in my room trying to
figure out what to do about my mom...about the note.  Maybe it was a trap,
I thought.  But to be honest, the other thoughts and ideas that bounced
around in my demented little head had pushed that thought right out like
chilly does farts.  I finally decided that I wanted to find a way to take
my mother up on her offer.  I was gunna find a way to get my ass up high
enough on that windowsill so that I could stick my dick right through the
blinds.

   Now it accrued to me that once I stuck my dick through those blinds that
she'd see that it wasn't my father's.  (Unless I'd inherited his dick.  I
wasn't sure if there was a dick jean) I mean, certainly she'd be able to
tell.  Once there, with my dick through the blinds, I'd
be...vulnerable...to say the least.  She could simply sweep the blinds away
and see it was me or she could grab hold of my dick and scream bloody
murder until my dad came to the rescue.

   Needless-to-say, it was a risky protection, but there was no doubt in my
mind that any blowjob given from my mother would be the best blowjob I
could ever have.  I was determined.  I mean, what could be the worst that
happens...

   Well, in the next weeks, I managed to watch my mother a few more times
as she pleasured us both with her escapades in the bathroom.  Obsession
just didn't describe it.  I fell asleep each night with my dick in my hand
and woke each morning with a hard-on.  I dressed accordingly.  I even
started to put two pair of underwear on to better pin down my overactive
best buddy.  I let the first pair slip down a little and let the tip of my
hard dick stick out past the waistband.  The second pair, I pulled up to
hide the tip.  I had to pay close attention when I was around my mother. 
I'd often found myself staring...daydreaming.  A lot of times I felt like I
was nine, sitting in the garage with an old Playboy I'd found in a box
under the workbench and I'd gotten my first look at some titties.

   Each time I watched her was just like the first; just as new and
exciting, just as hot.  The level of lust (and in my case, obsession) grew
with each episode.  Now when I spied, I stood on my cooler, almost out in
the open, my head fully framed by the window frame as if I was a welcomed
guest at the neighborhood peep-show, staring at the exotic dancer as she
stared back from behind the tinted glass.

   I hoped to make it appear (To Mom) that it might actually be my father
at the window spying on her.  Everyone was already well aware that he spent
a great deal of time in the backyard at night on his lap-top anyways.  He'd
be the most likely suspect.  I thought that might not only put my mother a
bit more at ease but also keep the heat off me.  It took a while for me to
realize that if she thought it was him, she might bring it all up one night
in a hopeful attempt to pull a confession from him and maybe even bring him
out of his sexual cocoon, so-to-speak.  If she did that, there was no doubt
that he would be out here in the bushes waiting for the perp the very next
night.  I really didn't want to come running out and duck behind the
bushes, dick in hand, reaching for the cooler, only to find my father there
waiting for me putting his non- confrontational days behind him.

   As it turned out, something happened that I'd never even considered in
my wildest dreams.  (And I had some wild-ass dreams too)





   (4)

   On this particular night, around 8:30, I'd told my mom that I was
hanging out over my friend Jimmy's house and told her I'd be home by 11:00.
This lie was designed to further push suspicion towards dad.  I was
becoming quite the conniver.  The bite in the ass was; I had to sit in the
flowerbed behind the bushes (From 8:30 to almost 10:00) and wait for my
mother to "Take her shower".  Another downside was that if my father
decided to spend the evening out by the pool, I'd be shit-out-of-luck.  I'd
be trapped there until he decided to go in and god knows when that might
be. It didn't take but a second to surmise that all of this was well worth
it though.

   Anyway, I was sitting on my little cooler, tucked away nicely behind the
bushes, waiting for the light to go on in the bathroom when the window
suddenly popped open.  The light hadn't gone on, I didn't hear the blinds
being pulled up, there was no warning...The window just popped open.  My
life flashed before my eyes.  I sat motionless, frozen, afraid that if I so
much as moved a single hair on my ass check, that I would surely shit my
pants.  To my relief, I heard the window blinds rustle and then the light
flipped on.  I thought that maybe she was just hot in there.  It certainly
made sense that she would be.  I was a bit worried that she may have closed
the blinds all the way and I wouldn't be able to see.  I made sure I was
alone in the backyard then slowly took my place perched on my stand ready
to peek around the widow frame when I saw a little piece of paper sticking
out of the window...Right there on the sill, held there by the weight of
the blinds.

   What the fuck?  I stared at it, like it was a snake that would strike at
any moment.  I was afraid that if I touched it, it would break the spell,
ruin this world that I had somehow gotten so comfortable in.  By the time I
looked through the window, through the blinds, Mom was already in the midst
of her routine.  Both hands were full of her luscious breasts, her beloved
dildo lying on the floor, just in reach, waiting like the star of the play,
for his queue to take the stage...do his scene.  Her eyes were focused on
the window, never wavering, hardly blinking, excitement and desire shinning
in each eye with just a hint of what might have been...hope.

   Periodically, I glanced at the small piece of paper protruding from
under the blinds, the note.  I was a bit surprised that it kept drawing my
attention away from my mother.  I wouldn't have thought that even the
villagers busting down our fence, their hands filled with torches,
pitchforks and anything they could grab to beat the town pervert to death
with, could have pulled my attention from my mother's display, but it did.
I wanted to know what it was, what it said, almost more than I wanted to
watch the show my mother was now so willing to put on...

   But I was afraid.  Afraid of somehow confirming my existence, showing my
mother that it was ME...and not her husband that found her so alluring
...so desirable.  It was all I could do to keep my hands off that little
piece of paper.  I was so scared that when Mom was finished, she would
retrieve the note before taking her shower.  I watched as her orgasm took
her as it had each night I'd watched before; hard and completely.  As she
lie there trying desperately to calm her breathing I took the opportunity,
seized the moment.  I put my dick away.  I hadn't cum along with my mother
the way I had each other night; the tiny piece of paper made sure of that.
I jumped off my perch, snatching the note from the sill as I did.  I hit
the ground and made a mad dash to the side gate.  I couldn't have been more
excited...Or scared...if I'd found a whole suitcase full of the mob's money
and "No-Neck Sal" was hot on my heals.

   I hit the street and turned towards Jimmy's.  The folded piece of paper
felt no lighter than a brick in my hand.  I didn't stop until I was two
blocks from the house.  There, on the corner of West Rolling Hills Rd.  &
Summerset, I stood under the street light, breathing hard, sweating,
unfolded the note with a pair of hands that would lose a surgeon his
license to practice...and read the words.  With my back against the cool
light post, I slowly slid down until my ass settled on the hard concrete.
Holy fuck!

   "Do you like what you see?  Stick your cock through the blinds if you
do."

   I was too stunned to read on.  I sat there staring at the note, staring
though it.  The thoughts and pictures that swirled around in my head took
the place of everything around me.  If she didn't think that was my dad
outside that window...  "Jesus Christ" I heard myself whisper.  The thought
made my head spin.  And I don't mean that metaphorically...I mean that I
thought I was gunna pass out.

   I looked down at the note again, trying to concentrate on the words.  As
they came into focus, I shook my head, not believing what they said.  "I'll
give you the best blowjob you've ever had."

   I sat under that street light `till well after 12:00.  I finally came to
my senses, the note in one hand and my other mindlessly rubbing the front
of my pants.

   As what seemed to be the norm, my dick was as hard as quantum physics to
a second grader.  I could only hope that it was gone by the time I got
home, but I knew better.  I tucked the note in my pocket and started my
long trek home...The longest two blocks that man has ever walked.

   As it turned out, I slipped into the house unnoticed.  I hurried to my
room, stripped down to my boxers, turned the light off, and jumped into
bed. I waited as long as I could to see if anyone would come in to check on
me.  I jerked off twice thinking about that note and what it might mean
before I drifted off in a restless sleep that was crammed full of erotic
dreams and scenarios.  I woke in the morning with the same goddamn boner
I'd gone to sleep with.  I began to think of my boner the same as my Saint
Christopher's mettle, those little brown streaks on my underwear, that
fuckin' mole above my left eye......It was just something that was always
there.  The load I dumped on my chest before I climbed out of bed barely
softened it.

   I spent most of the morning, and into the day, in my room trying to
figure out what to do about my mom...about the note.  Maybe it was a trap,
I thought.  But to be honest, the other thoughts and ideas that bounced
around in my demented little head had pushed that thought right out like
chilly does farts.  I finally decided that I wanted to find a way to take
my mother up on her offer.  I was gunna find a way to get my ass up high
enough on that windowsill so that I could stick my dick right through the
blinds.

   Now it accrued to me that once I stuck my dick through those blinds that
she'd see that it wasn't my father's.  (Unless I'd inherited his dick.  I
wasn't sure if there was a dick jean) I mean, certainly she'd be able to
tell.  Once there, with my dick through the blinds, I'd
be...vulnerable...to say the least.  She could simply sweep the blinds away
and see it was me or she could grab hold of my dick and scream bloody
murder until my dad came to the rescue.  Needless-to-say, it was a risky
protection, but there was no doubt in my mind that any blowjob given from
my mother would be the best blowjob I could ever have.  I was determined. I
mean, what could be the worst that happens...

   ...I end up running down the street, my mother, haven been pulled
crashing through the bathroom window, holding firmly to my stretched-out
dick as I drag her along the sidewalk, her screaming "I got him!  I got
him!", my father in close pursuit, my little sister right behind him, until
the police (Results of no less than half the neighbors calling 911) come,
engage in a slow speed chase, following me down the now-crowded street,
commanding (Through the loud-speaker on the top of their squad car of
course) that I release my poor mother before they're forced to shoot me. 
Well...Like anybody else in that particular position...I would like to
think I would stop.  I look through my legs, behind me, ask my mother (Who
has lost a tiny bit of her allure and a whole lot of her "Give you the best
blow job you've ever had" attitude) "Does this mean I don't get that
blowjob you promised me?"

   I'm still waiting for an answer as the nice orderlies buckle the buckles
in the back (The straight-jacket is a little snug but all-and-all...it's a
nice fit and white does go with anything) as they help me into the van that
will bring me to my new home and my new friends.

   ...I end up running down the street, my mother, haven been pulled
crashing through the bathroom window, holding firmly to my stretched-out
dick as I drag her along the sidewalk, her screaming "I got him!  I got
him!", my father in close pursuit, my little sister right behind him, until
the police (Results of no less than half the neighbors calling 911) come,
engage in a slow speed chase, following me down the now-crowded street,
commanding (Through the loud-speaker on the top of their squad car of
course) that I release my poor mother before they're forced to shoot me. 
Well...Like anybody else in that particular position...I would like to
think I would stop.  I look through my legs, behind me, ask my mother (Who
has lost a tiny bit of her allure and a whole lot of her "Give you the best
blow job you've ever had" attitude) "Does this mean I don't get that
blowjob you promised me?"

   I'm still waiting for an answer as the nice orderlies buckle the buckles
in the back (The straight-jacket is a little snug but all-and-all...it's a
nice fit and white does go with anything) as they help me into the van that
will bring me to my new home and my new friends.

   As it turns out, that afternoon, I go into the backyard to find Mom on a
small ladder with a bucket of soapy water and a sponge, cleaning the
windows.  I slip into the pool and watch her as she goes from one window to
another.  At first, I'm a little concerned about what she'll think when she
reaches the bathroom window.  Surely she'll see the cooler there and know
that it's from our garage.  After a few nervous seconds, I figured that
might actually help the whole "Husband spying on me thing".  After all,
it's his cooler and his garage.

   For a second I realized there's probable 5 or 6 gallons of cum on the
side of the house and surrounding area.  I shrugged...Nothing I can do
about it now.  At least she'll know that her little shows are appreciated.

   Welp, Mom spent a good bit of time cleaning the bathroom widow, climbs
down with her bucket of water, turns and looks at me for a brief second
before she simply walks into the house.

   "Ya want me to put the ladder away for ya?" I yell out.

   "That's OK sweetie, I'll get it in a minute."

   Well, she didn't.  A minute turned into an hour and then the day turned
into evening and the ladder remained right where it was.

   "Jesus!" I thought.  "Can it get any easier?"

   I figured that she wanted "My dad" at that window tonight and she wanted
to made damn sure that he could reach his cock up to those blinds.  That
pretty much clinched it for me.  Assuming my father didn't ruin this by
hanging around the pool tonight...I was gunna climb that ladder, stick my
hard dick right through the blinds...and get a blow job from my beautiful
mom.

   I hurried to my room.  I all but danced naked on my bed.  I paced, sat,
I stood, sat again.  I didn't know what to do with myself.  I considered a
hundred ways to keep my old man out of that back yard, short of killing
him. To my amazement, that evening at the dinner table, my father announces
that some of his buddies at work had asked him if he wanted play poker with
them tonight.  He asked my mother what she'd thought about that.  "Well, I
think that'd be great." She tells him.

   Not being known for my quickness, I'm thinking that my whole night is
ruined.  If he's out playing poker, and I stick my dick through that
window...Well...

   "I bet you'll have a lot of fun tonight." She tells him with this weird
little smile on her face.

   Then it hits me...  She thinks he's just kidding around...making the
whole "Poker thing", just like I'd done when I said I was going over
Jimmy's last night; like it's a little game they're playing.

   "What are you going to do tonight?" He asks her.

   "Oh, I'll find something to keep me busy." She tells him flirtatiously.

   It's kinda nice to see my mom like this.

   I pipe up, "I'm gunna hang out at Jimmy's again tonight if that's OK" I
tell em, playing my own little game.  "Unless you need me here." I added.

   "No that's fine." She says before I finish the last syllable and shoots
a look and a little smirk at my father.  We all smile with our own agendas.

   Dad smiles because he's going to play poker with his buddies.

   Mom smiles, thinking her and my father are finally going to break though
that "Missionary sex" wall.  (Blow it into a thousand pieces.)

   And me...Well...  I'm just happy there's a god that answers prayers. 
And if there really IS such a god, my little sister will be invited to a
sleepover tonight.

   As it was, my sister stayed home, but to my utter joy and disbelief, she
had a friend sleep over that had brought a bag of DVD's with her.  They
would be spending most of their time in her room.

   At 8:30 or so, Dad was gone, Sarena was in her room with her little
friend engrossed in a movie, and I yelled upstairs to my mom that I was
leaving to go over Jimmy's.  I was actually trembling; enough so that I
wondered if I'd sounded any different when I was yelling up the steps.  I
ran, with the tip of my dick peeking out of the waistband of both pairs of
underwear, tickling my bellybutton and threatening to leak onto my T-shirt.


   I stumbled behind the bushes, almost falling as I made the turn,
situated the ladder in such a way that I'd be able to climb up to the fifth
step, turn sideways, and part the blinds with that fireplace poker I now
kept hidden away under two pair of boxers...  I sat on the cooler and I
waited.

   Earlier than usual, to my delight, the light flipped on in the bathroom.
I stood up in front of the ladder, rested my forehead on the cool aluminum
of the ladder and took a deep breath.  I needed air.  I needed to breath,
but as much as I sucked in...it didn't seem to be enough.  I was in danger
of suffocating.  They were going to find me in the morning, a crumpled heap
of pale flesh at the bottom of this ladder, all my blood having rushed to
the bulbous red balloon that was once a normal dick between some normal
legs.

   I was on the third step before I even realized that I was breathing
again.  It would seem my dick, unwilling to wait any longer, had taken
control.  I stopped on the third step, peeking between the slats of the
blinds, to find my mother brushing her hair in the mirror.  She pulled the
brush through her long, wavy, blonde hair slowly, gently, caressing it more
than brushing it, seemingly taken back with more of how it felt rather than
what it was doing to her beautiful hair.  I was mesmerized.  Her lips were
the color of strawberries, parted slightly, showing a hint of her two front
teeth.  Her eyes were dark with mascara, eye shadow the color of dark
chocolate that faded to the lighter, creamier color of creamed coffee. 
They were closed as the brush made its way through her hair, pulling her
head back slightly with each stroke.  The show was both intimate and yet
erotic.

   As amazing as this was to watch, it was what she was wearing that stuck
in my mind.  A see-though nightie, white lace, with the thinnest of
spaghetti straps that barely kept if from falling to the floor, it dangled
freely, swaying with each movement of her arm as she brushed her hair, held
away from her flat belly by the roundness of her large breasts, like the
firm poles of a circus tent keep the canvas off the performers and those
like me...that are just there to watch.  It floated inches above a matching
pair of panties that were little more than a few strands of fine lace. 
Typical attire for your everyday tantalizing Playboy Bunny...But on
her...on my mom...it looked like a blanket of dancing candle flames, that
could have been put into motion by the urgency of uneven breaths.

   To say she was a vision, falls way short of the truth.  I watched as she
opened her eyes and watched herself slowly lick her dark lips in the mirror
with the tip of her wet tongue.  It was obvious that wetting them was not
her only intention.  Not only did she look sexy (Very sexy) but she was
feeling sexy as well.  In spite of what I was doing, the wrongness of it
all, I found a surprising kind of...joy...in that.

   For a second I was overcome with a few different feelings.  I was both
happy and sad at the same time.  I was so glad that she was obviously so
turned on by this whole thing.  She, no doubt thought that my father was
finally ready to step up, become the lover...the spontaneous, aggressive
partner she'd always wanted him to be.  But it made me sad to think that
she was wrong.  That, because of me, her bubble, perhaps her whole world,
would be popped and the happy, sexy, beautiful woman I now watched from
outside the window...would fall apart.  I'm a bit ashamed to say that
watching my mother, the way she looked, the way she moved, all thoughts
were steered right back to my hard little friend.

   She didn't glace at the window, she made no attempt to see if she was
being watched.  I suppose she just knew I'd be out there...that her husband
would be watching her.  I watched as she slid both hands under the thin
fabric of her nightie and ever-so-slowly began to massage her tits.  She
cupped them from underneath, pushed them up, gently kneaded them, and
rolled them slowly in opposite directions.  She did everything sexy that a
woman could do with a pair of beautiful tits.  She even pushed them up to
her mouth, craned her neck, and softly kissed each nipple in turn leaving a
light smear of red lipstick over each boob.  I stood on that ladder, slowly
shaking my head, completely unaware of anything else in the world.

   Mom slowly un-toweled what had been, so far, her lover in these
bathroom-getaways we'd both come to love.  She slid the fingertips of one
hand down her belly and let them tease the very top of her lace panties as
the other hand brought that rubber cock to her lips.  I'd seen this show
before, but this was the difference between black and white TV and HD.  She
kissed the tip, letting her strawberry lips linger on the bulbous head like
you would a secret lover that you were glad to finally see.  She opened her
mouth slightly and twirled the tip of her tongue over and around the
redness her lips had left on the smooth rubber.  My hands were
white-knuckled on the window frame as she sank her mouth down over more
than half of her rubber dick.  Her head moving to the dick, as her hand
held it steady.  It was slow and erotic and would have made a long length
of rope stick straight out had the rope been lucky enough to find itself
where I was.

   Just as slowly, her mouth backed off the life-like cock, leaving it wet
and shiny, leaving a noticeable red ring halfway down were her lips had
stopped.  She turned her head and began to kiss and lick the sides of her
dildo, all of it, head to base...and then up again.  These were the lips, I
thought, that would be doing the same thing to my dick if I managed to stay
on this ladder, get the balls to stick my cock through the blinds, and
didn't get caught.  She was no doubt showing my father what he was in store
for.

   I watched as she sucked the large helmet into her mouth, her cheeks
hollowed as her fingers slid all the way into her pretty panties and began
rotating in slow-motion over the love button that I wanted so badly to suck
into my mouth.  It was then that she cut her pretty eyes to the window.

   She opened her mouth a tiny bit, just enough to allow a thin string of
spit to dribble out over her bottom lip and make its way down her chin. 
She smiled around the head of her cock as if to show me that she was more
than willing to get sloppy...sluty...if it came to it.

   At this point I was attached to the house.  I was part of the window and
the ladder was part of me.  Even my hard dick was speechless.  All I could
do was watch this.  I gave absolutely no thought to being found out or
caught.  It would have taken the Jaws-of-life to pry me from that window.
And I would have been kicking and screaming the whole way.

   Mom spit on the head of that cock, pulled her hand from her panties (Her
fingers visibly wet) and spread the slippery mess all over the sides of her
dildo with her fingertips.  I felt like I was standing up-side-down on that
ladder.  She gave one last glance towards the window and then moved to the
commode.  This was different.  This gave me a side view but brought her
much closer to the window.  She sat down.  She was close enough that I
could hear her hum a soft, alluring tune as she sat.  She didn't take off
her sweet panties.  She sat on the toilet seat and spread her legs wide. 
One foot perched on the toilet paper dispenser and the other leg draped
over the edge of the vanity, the heal of her foot hanging off the front. 
She let her fingers glide slowly down her stomach, over the lace of her
elegant panties, down the crotch until she could hook a long nail of a
single finger into the lace of her panties on the inside of her creamy
thigh.  She pulled the delicate material to one side as she brought the
shiny, wet dildo down.

   I was looking down on her from my perch.  She was closer, but the view
was hindered a bit.  I could see the hardness of each nipple through the
slits in the blinds as they pressed against her nightie and I could see
better now, her striking face.  So close to the window now, I could even
hear her breathing, her sighs.  I couldn't see the actual pinkness off her
pussy as I could when she had had her back to the door facing the window,
but I could see the head of her fake dick slowly disappear past the white
lace and hear the quiet moan escape her as it slipped into the wetness of
her pussy.  This was even better.  I found myself just watching her face
for the most part.  I was in awe.  I got great pleasure from watching the
expressions, the sexy way she sucked her full bottom lip into her mouth as
her pleasure increased and the soft whispers that passed her lips.  When
she leaned her head back and looked up at the window, up at me, from below,
with that dreamy want in her eyes...I felt my legs start to shake.  All I
wanted were those lips around my dick; the blowjob that I had been promised
if I'd only stick my cock through the blinds.  But I was afraid.  Well,
afraid is only little orphans on the roof of a burning building.  I was
something else; something a little deeper.  Through all this, my dick had
remained holstered behind tons of underwear, ready to take flight with its
master if the need became apparent.

   As if she knew, Mom slipped the rubber cock from between her legs and
closed her legs.  My stomach rolled and dropped, I swallowed.  It felt like
I was trying to swallow a mid-sized car...with trailer.  She placed the
dildo on the vanity and turned her body towards me as she rested one knee
on the toilet seat and gripped her side of the window sill with both hands.


   "Are you ready?" I hear her whisper.

   I couldn't move my mouth to answer even if I had had the words.  Her
face was little more than 12 inches from the window.  I was unable to move.
There I was.  This was it.  I was all in.  Either she was going to pull the
blinds up and see me in all my perverted glory...or I was about to get the
best blowjob I would ever get.  Either way, I was unable to respond.

   A normal kid would have jumped his ass off that ladder and made a B-line
to someplace else...But then again...A NORMAL kid wouldn't be up on a
ladder outside a bathroom window peeping on his mother.  I don't know how
much time had passed.  For all I knew...Sarena had grown up, gotten married
and now had eleven kids of her own.  Oh if they could see their uncle now,
I thought.

   "Stick it through the blinds." She coaxes me.  "Come on."

   I had decided that I was crazy to even think I could do such a thing. 
What, was I crazy?  But one of my hands was already unsnapping my jeans. 
My dick sprang out like a young mare leaping out of the starting gate on
its way to fame and big money.  My movements were jerky, uncoordinated at
best as I freed my happy pecker and tried my best not to fall though the
window onto my waiting mother.  Two slats of the blinds parted.  A sliver
of light poured out into the darkness and illuminated the trembling hand
that held my engorged dick in place.

   To my amazement, the light was followed my three long, slender fingers
with long nails the color of my mother's lips.  Unwilling to wait any
longer, my mom slid the two fingers along the belly of my dick and wrapped
her thumb over the top.  I saw little sparks of light everywhere.  I felt
as though I'd jumped in the pool with a plugged in toaster.  I sucked in,
swallowed no less than 34 pounds of air which my lungs took hold of and
refused to let go.  "Oh my GOD!" I whispered.

   "Oh my GOD!", because it felt so good and "Oh my GOD!" because neither
of us moved.  We were both frozen in time.

   I knew in an instant that she knew it wasn't my father's dick.  My heart
shot to my throat and just when I was about to spit it out onto the window
sill...Mom started to move her fingers.  Slowly, softly, like one might
squeeze a plump peach to determine its ripeness.  Her remaining fingers
closed around it and she gently tugged on it, drawing it in...through the
blinds...into the bathroom.  It was hard to see, like looking through a
picket fence as you ride by on your bike, but I could see enough to know
that that warm wet feeling was the inside of my mother's mouth.

   I stood there braced against the house, nothing separating my mother and
I but a flimsy venetian blind as I indeed got the best blowjob that I could
have ever imagined.  She worked it slowly, lovingly.  Covering it with tiny
wet kisses and bathing it with warm spit as she slid her hand over its
hardness again and again and again.  The only thing that kept me from
shooting my load the second she'd touched it was the fact that I was in
shock.

   It was like being tackled at the one yard line, falling in for that
winning touchdown and jumping around, cheering and hugging your fellow
teammates without even realizing that you'd broken your leg back on the
other side of the goal line.

   My mother swept my balls up into her other hand and rolled each happy
ball between her fingers as she tasted my cock.  At first it was slow and
wanting the way you might savor a favorite meal.  But soon, there was more
fever and passion to her approach.  The slurping and sucking sounds filled
the bathroom and poured out the open window as she swallowed my dick over
and over.  The gentle tasting was finished and now she tried desperately to
fill her mouth with what filled her hands.  Then I heard the sound of the
thin slats bending and crumbling as her hands came through, pushed my pants
a little further down and took firm hold of my ass checks.  She pulled me
closer, almost through the window, sucking me and swallowing my entire cock
with each long hard bob of her head; her nose rubbing against my pubic
hair.

   That was it for me.  I clung to the wood on each side of the window,
silhouetted, like a man crucified...the ladder creaking, teetering back and
forth on shaky ground as my hips jerked and I shot my load into my mother's
mouth.  My eyes were slammed shut, but I could hear and feel her response.
She moaned and grunted as each rope shot into her mouth and down her
throat. She greedily lapped it up and swallowed all I had to offer.  When
there was no more, she gave my poor cock one final suck.  It popped from
her mouth as she fell to the toilet seat.  One hand went straight between
her legs, ignoring her rubber toy, while the fingers of the other hand
caressed her lips as if she couldn't believe they had just been wrapped
around my dick.  I could see a few globs of my cum that had found their way
to her chin.  She ran her fingers through them and pushed them into her
mouth.

   "I want to fuck!" She blurted out as her orgasm thrashed her.  She
pushed so hard on the back of the toilet that the lid popped up and banged
the wall behind her.  She went on as if the only thing in the world that
mattered was her pussy and the way it trembled.

   "Tomorrow...Tomorrow..." She grunted as she worked her fingers and
jerked her hips.  "Tomorrow night!" she told me as she sucked in her last
breath before collapsing onto the vanity.

   "Oh my god" she whispers to the cool marble top.  She lifts her arm with
what looks to be the last ounce of strength she has.  She motions to the
window with her drenched hand; something between a good-bye and a come
here. "Tomorrow" she tells me again before she drops her hand into her lap.


   With my mind and wits returning, the realization of where I was and what
I was doing, came flooding back like kids into a toy store with pockets
full of Christmas money.  I jumped from the ladder, tucking my dick where
it belonged.  For the first time in days, it felt like it was getting soft.
It was a beaten, scared little dick now, and for the first time in a long
time, it cared more about the consequences than it did the experience.  I
was four blocks away with my thoughts before my dick even had the nerve to
get hard again.

   She wanted to fuck.  Jesus Christ!  How in the hell was I gunna manage
that?

   I snuck into the house well after 11:00.  I figured there was a good
chance my dad wasn't home yet and thought for sure that Mom would be in
bed. I figured it would be a straight shot up the steps to my room.  I just
wanted to free Willy, climb into bed, relive the best night of my life, and
play with myself.  Seemed like a simple plan.  I eased the door shut behind
me and headed straight for the steps.  My hand was buried deep in my
pocket; diddling the swollen head of my dick in anticipation of the handjob
I was gunna give myself if I could just make it to my room.  I can't begin
to describe how desperate I was to get upstairs and grab hold of my new
best friend and make him the happiest dick ever.  (My hand had been in my
pocket the whole way home.  I was constantly aware of the hardness of my
cock; how sensitive it was, how swollen.  I kept rubbing my thumb over it,
feeling it, in spite of the fact that I was close to cumming in my pants.)
I was almost giddy with excitement as I approached the staircase.  Had I
been a little gayer, I may have burst into song.  (Not that there would be
anything wrong with that)

   And then I hit a brick wall...Mom walked out of the kitchen just as I
reached the bottom of the steps.  I froze and stared at her; part of me
scared and part of me simply entranced.  ( I couldn't help but picture her
with my dick in her mouth ) She looked a little worried, bothered.  She
looked down at the floor, walking as if she were deep in thought.  She
looked young and beautiful, but her body language suggested something
different.  Her shoulders were slouched a little and her thumb was pressed
against her chin while two fingers slowly, softly glided over her reddish
lips; side to side and then in a complete circle as if she was remembering
what she'd had in her mouth just a short time ago.  I wanted to believe
that her evening rendezvous had been as exciting and awesome for her as it
had been for me, but then again, I was well aware of what was going on;
she, on the other hand ...  from the moment she'd first closed her fingers
around my dick, I believe ...  had a mystery on her hands.

   When she saw me...she stopped abruptly.  Her arms fell quickly to her
sides.  Her face changed.  She looked almost...embarrassed.  She seemed a
little surprised to see me.  Her characteristics took on more of a cautious
nature.  Her pretty eyes shifted back and forth, the way people sometimes
do when they're put in an uncomfortable situation.  She looked like someone
that had a secret and she looked like she might be sizing me up.

   Now my dick still had a mind of its own.  He began to throb.  He was a
happy dick, a happy dick for sure...a bold and brash dick, for the most
part, and he had every reason to be; Watching Mom form her words with those
beautiful lips, lips that had just been sliding over my dick, had ceased
him as firmly as her hand had just a short time ago.  I wasn't even aware
that my thumb continued to poke at my dick through my pocket.

   "You OK Honey?" Mom asked a bit suspiciously.

   I heard her...I wanted to answer...Knew I should...But the words weren't
there.  I just stood there with one hand on the banister and the other in
my pocket.

   Your dick is hard-Those lips-Her tits-Answer her-Don't stare-Those
eyes-You're staring-SAY SOMETHING!  I begged myself.

   I waited too long and Mom's gaze drifted down; down to my pants; my
pocket to be specific.  When I saw her head cock to one side a tiny bit and
her pretty eyes open a little bit wider and the brow above her left eye
creep up well above her eye, I realized she was looking at my pants ... 
moving, the tiny circles in my pocket, I swallowed hard.  Her eyes drifted
back to mine.  And for a few long seconds...we just stared at each other. I
thought I was caught.  I was pretty sure that Mom had known, as soon as
she'd closed her fingers around it, that the cock she held at the bathroom
window was not my father's.  I thought she'd made the connection.  Maybe
that's what she was thinking about as she came out of the kitchen.

   "How's Jimmy?" She asks, guarded...  suspicious.  My first thought was
that Jimmy had called looking for me.  Her brow furrowed a bit when I
didn't answer right away.

   I took a deep breath and shook my head "Yes", like an idiot, answering
the first question she'd asked.  My mind was playing catch-up.

   "He's `Yes'?" She replied, her head cocking a tiny bit more as she
studied me.

   "Yeah, no...I mean, yes, he's OK, he's good." I swallowed hard again. 
It would have been easier to swallow a piece of furniture...The couch
maybe...with someone sitting on it...holding a cactus.

   "Are you OK Sweetie?" She asked again.  This time I could hear more of a
concern.  It was do-or-die time.  I drew a long deep breath, and pulled my
hand out of my pants pocket.  I brought it up to my face and wiped my eyes
with the back of my hand, preparing to jump.  I wet my lips and then began
to tell her how I'd run into Cathy Bickers on my way home.  (Cathy lives
three doors down.  She's a few years older than me and hot as shit) My
mother knew I had a crush on her and I hoped that would explain a lot,
especially the lump in the front of my pants)

   "Did you stop and talk?"

   "Yeah--Well, a little--Kinda."

   "Did you ask her out?" Mom said as a smile began to form.

   "Nooooo!" I proclaimed as I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

   "Why not?  She seems like a nice girl and she's really pretty too, huh?"

   I saw my chance to escape..."Moooom!  God!" I exclaimed.  "...I'm going
to bed?" I told her as I shook my head side to side and put a foot on the
first step.

   "No kiss?" She asks in a tone that was hard to read; maybe disappointed,
maybe something else.

   My stomach dropped.  I sighed, and turned towards her.  She smiled a
weak but sincere smile and took a step closer to meet me...she waited.  I
closed the distance between us and tried to give her a quick peck on the
check, but she threw her arms around me and drew me in.

   I could feel those wonderful breasts, the ones I'd just watched her
playing with, (The picture still crystal clear in my mind) pushing into my
chest.  I slipped my arms around her and slid my hands to the small of her
back......And when I did, I felt like I was coming in from a cold, wet
winters day...and she was the warm, soft blanket that I could bury myself
in.  The warmth covered all of me.  She smelled great, a hint of
honeysuckle in her freshly washed hair.  I kissed her on the cheek for what
should have been a quick second, but lingered into two or three.  I knew
she had to be able to feel the huge bulge in my pants against her hip, but
oddly enough...I didn't really care.  I was in a place where nothing seemed
to matter, except the way it felt to be there.

   She took her hand and swept the hair away from my eyes with her
fingertips.  She pulled her head back a bit and focused on my eyes.  I saw
no contempt, no uneasiness; only the love that a mother usually has for a
son.  I'm almost ashamed (Almost) to say that the only desire I had at that
particular moment was to hold her tighter and kiss her again.  My lips
touched her cheek again.  This time, I let my lips softly drag across her
hot cheek as I took a slow deep breath; loving the way she smelled.  For
the short time my lips touched her, I felt a kind of calmness; a sense that
everything was as it should be.  When I became aware of how tight I was
holding her and how heavy my breathing had become...I pulled away and ran
up the steps.

   "I love you." She told me, and those three simple words made me think
that everything was OK.

   She knew...She didn't know...I didn't care...Everything was OK.  I
stopped midway up the steps and looked back over my shoulder.  "I love you
too Mom." I told her; the words never meaning so much.  I ran up the steps.


   For a brief moment, as I walked to my room, I thought that if I were to
stop this now...end the madness...I might be able to get away clean,
so-to-speak.  I might be able to file this under "Crazy" and be done with
it; just an awesome memory that would keep me jerking off for years to
come. The thought was merely fleeting at best.  The second I closed my
bedroom door, my dick reminded me how useless it would be to try and stop
now; knowing there was a chance that I might be able to...fuck my mother.

   I sat up in my bed after bringing myself to a furious orgasm in record
time.  I was spent and didn't feel like getting up to take a shower. 
Besides, I didn't think I could take another encounter with my mom, so I
just leaned over the side of my bed and grabbed my dirty shirt off the
floor.  I mindlessly wiped what cum I saw in the dim light, off my stomach
and my chest.  I even felt a little running down my cheek, I wiped that
away as well as I thought about what might happen the next time I get a
chance to climb that ladder.  I was a little surprised that I hadn't even
noticed I'd cum on my own face.  I wiped my hands, threw the shirt back on
the floor and flopped my head back down on the pillow like a 100 lb.  bag
of sand.  I sighed; a loud exhausted, content sigh.  I would have liked to
have laid there and made my plans, weighed my options, strategized...But I
drifted off to sleep; the sweet smell of honeysuckle and thoughts of my
sweet mom fading away as I closed my eyes.





   (5)

   I slept like a baby through the night, didn't even open my eyes until
9:30 the next morning.  Normally, someone might have woken up from such a
sleep wondering if it had all been a dream, had it really happened, but not
me.  As I changed my underwear, I could plainly see the smeared lipstick on
the hard shaft of my dick.  (My dick knew little softness these days) I
stared at it; sat on the edge of my bed and gawked.  I ran a finger over
the reddish marks and shook my head with disbelief.  Before I knew it, I
closed my fingers around it and started to move my hand up and down like it
was just part of my everyday routine.  Up in the morning-Jerk off-Brush
your teeth-Get some breakfast.  It was a matter of seconds before I was
flat on my back with my head filled with images of my mother.  The way her
hair smelled and how soft her skin felt when I'd kissed her good night.  I
pictured her sucking my dick, the way her pretty lips looked and felt
around it, the way she'd hesitated for that quick second...and then given
into her lust and took me into her mouth.

   When I was done, I got my shit together as best I could and headed
downstairs to take a shower.  Clean and refreshed, I made my way to the
kitchen for some breakfast.  I stopped at the threshold and watched my
mother empting the dishwasher.  My dick (Which only knew two stages now-
Hard and semi-hard) began its little dance.  I swear to Christ, that
impediment between my legs was becoming more and more like an unruly child
every day.  It seemed that every time it saw what it wanted, the tantrum
began...And he was relentless.  Any like most kids...a good spanking didn't
seem to help much.

   The words she'd blurted out in the bathroom...  "I want to
fuck"...burned in my ears.  I thought of the note.  I saw the words she
written as clearly as I saw my mother bending over now in the kitchen. 
"The note!" I thought.  "My pants!" I turned towards the stairs, "Jesus
Christ!"

   I dug the pants I'd been wearing the day before yesterday out of the
dirty clothes basket in my room.  I fingered the pockets until I found it.
I pulled it out, opened it...and stared at the words.

   My mind drifted a little as I pictured my intervention...

   Friends and family, all sitting nervously in the living room, their eyes
filled with concern; some contempt; my father with that "You little
son-of-a-bitch" look on his face, the school counselor, the pastor from our
church, a fragile looking old guy with a gray beard, pen and pad in hand,
that could only be the physiatrist, and two strapping guys, (One holding a
rope) that looked like professional wrestlers, sitting just off to the
side. (Muscle...In case things went badly) It would turn into an "angry
mob" lynching sure as my dick knows no boundaries.

   I took the note.  Unwilling to through it away, I decided to never let
it leave my possession.  I folded it into a small square, pulled my wallet
from my back pocket, and stashed it behind a picture of my mother and then
made my way back down stairs.

   "Morning Sweetie."

   She seemed in good spirits.

   "Want some eggs?"

   "Yeah, sure, that'd be great."

   "Toast?"

   "Sure, thanks."

   "Your aunt Fajeena is coming over this morning." Mom announced as she
pulled the carton of eggs and the butter out of the fridge.  Eggs in one
hand, butter in the other, she kicked the fridge door closed with a
graceful sweep of her foot.  I watched her every move, I watched and
listened as she told me,

   "Yeah, we're gunna hang out today, catch up a little...maybe swim for a
bit." She says, cracking an egg into the frying pan.

   I sat back and pictured my mom and aunt frolicking in the pool in their
tiny bathing suits; splashing, rubbing up against each other.  It didn't
take long before I was imagining them caressing each other's tits and then
doing away with their bathing suits all together.

   "Bobb, Bobby ?" I heard my mother's voice from a million miles away.

   I turned my head to find her standing in front of the stove, spatula in
hand, "Earth to Bobby..." she smiled.  "Thinking about that little Cathy
Bickers again, are you?"

   No ma, just picturing you making-out with your sister, naked in the
pool...  I thought, a half smile nervously forming at the corner of my
mouth.

   My attention immediately leaped to the lump in my lap where, (Hidden by
the table, thank God) my hand had taken up permanent residence.  Hoping to
explain away anything odd my mother may have noticed...I shook my head
"Yes".  It would seem that Cathy Bickers was going to be my failsafe excuse
for any incoherent moments, spontaneous bulges in my pants and any
otherwise odd behavior for the foreseeable future.

   "You should ask her out." She tells me as she slips two pieces of bread
into the toaster and pushes it down.

   By the time Mom had delivered my breakfast, I had explained how I could
never do that.  Cathy was "...out of my league."

   She mussed my hair and told me that was nonsense, "You have a lot to
offer a girl." She tells me with a smile I found both beautiful...and
somehow curious.  I nearly choked on my eggs.

   There was a lot of crazy shit going through my head.  She was hard to
read.  Was this some kind of reference to what she'd held in her hands last
night; to what she'd hesitantly wrapped her lips around?  I had no way of
knowing for sure.  I'd have to stow away in the garage and listen in on my
mother and Aunt Fajeena and see if I could get some insight into this whole
crazy thing.  It would be nice to hear both sides of the conversation for
once.

   Things couldn't have worked out better.  Aunt Fajeena showed up about
noon, sashaying nonchalantly through the garage door.  My first thought was
that I was glad I wasn't perched out there on the workbench when she walked
through the garage.  My second thought...My aunt's pretty hot.

   She had a short terrycloth robe on that barely went down to the bottom
of her ass, her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail that sat high on the
back of her head, her sun glassed pushed back, resting on the top of her
head.  My eyes roamed the length of her body and settled on her pretty
face. She looked like she had way too much makeup on for a day of swimming
in the pool...but what did I know.

   Dad said his hellos and goodbyes.  My little sister hugged and kissed
our aunt before dad herded her out to the car and took her to the mall to
get a new pair of cleats for soccer.  He asked if I wanted to ride along. I
declined of course and told him; (In ear shot of my mother and Aunt) that
Jimmy and I were gunna head on up to Greenbrier Park to do some skating.

   I leaned into the living room and asked Mom if she wanted me to take the
ladder and put it back in the garage before I left.  She blushed, and told
me not to worry about it.  She still had some washing to do on the siding.
"...some tuff stains..." she said.  "I'm going to have to spray some Clorox
on them and let them sit.  I meant to do that last night" she told me. 
"...but I got preoccupied." She added in a lower, more lighthearted tone.
If she was bothered or even regretful of anything that had happened in the
last few days...it didn't show.

   I wanted to give my mom a little kiss goodbye before I left "for
Jimmy's", but thought twice.  I didn't want to take the chance that Aunt
Fajeena might be just a little more insightful than Mom as far as any
inappropriate body language or unfitting lingering...Not to mention this
whole boner-in-my-pants thing.  Besides...I was worried that Aunt Fajeena
might be just brash enough to call me out on anything that seemed...  "out
of place".

   By noon, I was comfortably (If not nervously) perched on the workbench
as Mom slipped off her flip-flops and Aunt Fajeena dropped her terry cloth
robe and waded into the pool.  They were quite the sight.  Aunt Fajeena had
a flattering one-piece on, white with some kind of light-blue flowers that
swept from her tummy to over one shoulder.  Mom....Mom had on her bikini.
The top looked like it was trying to spit out her tits while the bottom
looked as though it was hanging onto the roundness of her ass like a rock
climber desperately hangs onto the side of a mountain.  I watched,
listened, and waited.  It was hard hearing as they swam towards the deep
end but as I controlled my heavy breathing, I could hear them whispering.

   "So have you confronted him?"

   "No."

   "Why not?  This is what you've always wanted, isn't it?  For him to, you
know...get it together."

   Mom slipped under the water and swam back to the shallow end; back
towards me.  Aunt Fajeena sighed and then followed.  Mom swept her wet hair
back, wiped the water from her face, and adjusted the top of her bathing
suit around her lovely tits.  Aunt Fajeena surfaced beside her.  They
stared at each other for a long second.  In my world, they would have
leaned into each other, parted their wet lips, and fallen into a soft but
deep kiss that would have quickly turned into something that would have
made my dick explode...Literally.  But that wasn't the case.  They stood
there, less than a foot between them, quiet; my mom looking for words...my
aunt waiting to hear them.  And then...At the same time...Aunt Fajeena's
mouth and mine...dropped open.

   "It's not him." My mother says; concerned that her sister might freak,
yet at the same time, on the verge of giddiness none-the-less.

   "What do you mean, it's not him?"

   "I mean, it's not him."

   "You sure?"

   "I think I would know my own husbands cock Fajeena.  I mean, true...I
don't get to see it all that often, but believe me, the cock that came
through that bathroom window last night...was not his."

   "Holy shit" Was her sister's response followed by a quick and
bewildered, "Well...Well then, who the hell's cock was it?" After a second
she added with a big smile, "Was it bigger?"

   Mom shrugged and waded towards the steps shaking her head; not sure she
should say it...knowing how crazy it sounded...but she said it anyway.  "I
don't know who it was." She told her sister matter-of-factly unwilling to
turn and look her in the eyes right away.  Then she smiled and whispered,
"It was a pretty nice one." and turned to head out of the pool.  My aunt
watched her as she walked up the steps and made her way to her towel.  Aunt
Fajeena followed closely behind.

   "Angie?" She called out as she stepped up real close to her sister. 
"What-da-ya mean you don't know who it is?  Are you..."

   My mother cut her off, "Fajeena, I know what you're thinking.  Don't you
think I've thought the same thing?  I'm crazy...I know." She told her
sister.  There was no hint of uncertainty in her voice.  "I realize how it
sounds.  I realize how..." Mom stopped abruptly.

   Aunt Fajeena put a sympathetic hand on her shoulder and spun her around
to pull her into her arms.

   "I know it's insane." Mom went on as her sister held her.  "...but
it's...it's amazing Fajeena.  I don't have words for it." She told her
sister; shrugging her shoulders again, showing that she didn't understand
it any more than her sister did.

   "How `bout hot...or exciting?  Do those words work?" Aunt Fajeena asked
with an understanding smile and a gleam in her eyes.

   Mom smiled back, a shaky smile, realizing that her sister was beginning
to understand.  I watched her shake her head, tiny little shakes, as her
smile grew.

   Although Mom didn't really need to, she went on to explain how empty
she'd been feeling, how unsatisfied, how lonely she'd been for such a long
time.  As a matter-of-fact, she went on and on and on.  It was really
pretty heart wrenching.  "...until this." She finally said.

   "But Honey..." Her sister looked concerned again.  "...Suppose he's...I
don't know...crazy or something?" she finished.  Her question hit home with
me.  From outside, I'm sure it would seem like I was.  Hell...from inside,
it wasn't looking so great for me.

   "You know" Aunt Fajeena continued, "This has the potential of going
really bad." She stated the obvious.  And once again, she was right on the
mark.  This whole thing had the same potential for bad as sliding down a
sandpaper sliding board naked into a kiddy-pool filled with gasoline with a
box of matches strapped to each cheek of your ass...and it would take a
long time to put that fire out.

   "I know Fajeena, I know." Mom agreed.  "I don't know how to explain
it...But I just have a feeling if he was gunna do something to me,
something bad...I think he'd have done it long before now." She reasoned.

   "But he's peeking in windows." Aunt Fajeena reminded her.

   "I think that maybe...maybe he's as lonely as I am." was Mom's response.
(Shaky ground, for sure) "And the way it makes me feel...The...the
orgasms..." She whispered leaning into her sister, "...the way I
cum...Jesus Fajeena...It leaves me so drained I can't move."

   They sat around the tiny table silently, reflecting for a while, until
my aunt asked my mother if she had any suspicions, "Who do you think it
could be?" She asked my mom.

   "I...I don't know...One of the neighbors?  The mailman?  Maybe its
Brian." She speculated, nodding towards the neighbor's house.  (Brian
Weathers lived next door.  He and his wife had been over to countless BBQs)
"He would certainly know the lay-of-the-land, as it were." Aunt Fajeena
agreed.

   "He seems to pay a lot of attention to me when he and Beverly come
over."

   "Sweetie..." Her sister said, "...All men pay a lot of attention to you
at those BBQs." She informed her.

   "Not this much!" Mom giggled.

   They sat there for a little bit before Aunt Fajeena spit out the words
that I so desperately hoped would be left unsaid.  "Did you ever thing it
might be someone a little closer?" She asked my mother in a very low and
suggestive voice not wanting to be characteristically blunt.

   "What-da-ya-mean?"

   "Tommy." She blurted out.

   My mother's eyes narrowed as she looked at her sister, obviously
processing the notion.  After a long and seemingly painful few seconds, Mom
shook her head slowly.  "No way..." she whispered slowly, softly.  I
couldn't tell if she was dismissing the idea wholeheartedly...or if she was
getting her head around the possibility.

   I felt like a first-time skydiver staring out the open door at the vast
world a million miles below me; unsure if I was gunna end up curled into
the fetal position under one of the seats waiting to land or if the
instructor was gunna push me out.  I held my breath.

   "I'm his Mother." She finally said, the short sentence both a question
and a statement.

   Aunt Fajeena snickered and placed a loving hand on her sister's knee. 
"He's a boy Sweetie." She told her matter-of-factly.  "They have dicks, ya
know." She patted my mother's knee a few times and then rubbed it the way
an elderly grandmother might do after passing on words of wisdom.  And then
she said something to my mother that somehow let me breathe a little
easier...

   "Ya know Sweetie, in the big scheme of things...there's worse things."
She shook her head knowingly.  "...More threatening things too." She added.

   "Worse than my son wanting to have sex with me?" she asked as if she
couldn't imagine what could be any worse.

   "Much worse." Aunt Fajeena declared.  "Much worse." She said again to
make the point.

   They sat quiet for a little while.  Feeling I'd heard enough and not
wanting to take the chance of being caught up on the workbench when my
father and sister got home, I slipped down and headed to my room.  With Dad
and my sister gone and my aunt and mother in the backyard sleuthing, I
figured I would go to my room and give this whole thing some more thought.
Wouldn't-ya-know-it, it wasn't long before one thought lead to another and
I was pulling my dick to the image of my mother laying on the bathroom
floor with that big rubber dick sliding in and out of her sweet pussy.  The
only thing different...Her sister was sucking on her luscious round tits
while she did it.

   I have to be honest; where most kids might have figured they were
getting too close to the fire...I seemed to be content with the heat.  I
should have stopped while I was ahead, closed up shop, as-it-were,
especially considering that Mom was now "Dr.  Watson" to aunt Fajeena's
"Sherlock Holmes".  Just doing what I was doing pretty-much showed I had
all the brightness of a 2-watt bulb.  I couldn't possibly keep this charade
up for too much longer, but I didn't really care I guess.  The thought that
I could very-well be feeling my mother's hot wet coochie around my
always-hard dick pretty soon seemed to be reason enough to put it all on
the line.  This was an obsession, full-blown, and like a strung-out junkie
standing mid-day on the corner in front of the police station trying to
score just one more bag, nothing else much mattered.

   "I want to fuck".  I wasn't really sure exactly how to go about getting
my dick into my mother.  I decided that next time I set out to spy on her,
I would leave HER a note.  I grabbed a pen and a slip of paper and sat at
my desk.  Tell me what you want me to do, I wrote.  I stared at the note
for a minute or so before I realized that I was an idiot.  Like she don't
know your handwriting, I whispered out loud as I shook my head.  I quickly
typed and printed out the note.  My plan was simple, Next chance I got, I'd
take in the show (At the glamorous "Bath Room"; where the lighting,
acoustical overtones and the sheer ambiance, far overshadow the limited
seating and restricted view) and then slip the note in the crack of the
window and hope that the next time I get to watch...there's a response
waiting for me on the sill like last time (Assuming SHE finds the note and
no one else) In hind-sight, my plan seems a little risky.

   As it turned out, I didn't have to wait very long for the opportunity to
slip into the back yard and park myself outside the bathroom window.  That
very night, my sister was engrossed in a movie on the living-room couch and
God saw fit to make it rain.  Dad was confined to the house (His room
actually) at his desk, working on his computer.  But it would take more
than a little rain to keep me away from the bathroom window.

   At 9:00, I heard Mom call out to my father and tell him that she was
going to take her shower.  The tone in her voice was misleading.  It
sounded as though she were letting him know so that he could do whatever he
needed to do to get outside the bathroom window for their secret
get-together , but I knew better; we both knew better.  We both knew that
it wasn't my father that had been peeping on her.  I made it a point to
head to my room so that I would pass my mother on the steps.  We looked at
each other; again, a hard read.  It looked to me like she might be sizing
me up, perhaps thinking about what her sister had said to her...perhaps a
guilty conscience on my part...Who knows?  "Not going over Jimmy's
tonight?" she asked holding tightly to the rolled up towel under her arm.

   It may have been me, but it seemed she'd asked more like a cop than a
wondering mom.

   "Nah, it's raining."

   "Your dad could bring you...if you really wanted to go, I mean." I saw
her fingers flexing on the covered dildo snuggled in her armpit. 
Nervousness...anticipation...Hard to say.

   I got the feeling she was trying to get rid of me...maybe my father as
well.  Maybe she was concerned that one of us might wander outside at the
wrong time and catch her Peeping Tom.  Maybe she just wanted to make sure
that I was over Jimmy's and my dad bringing me there would prove that that
was indeed where I really was.  That way, if her new friend were to show up
at the window...it would be proof positive, in spite of what her sister had
implied, that it wasn't me...her son...who's dick she'd sucked the other
night.  I briefly wondered what that knowledge might do to her.

   "Naaah, I got about 15 emails I haven't answered and I haven't checked
my Facebook for a few days.  That should keep me pretty busy for a little
while." I told her.

   I got an impulse, an urge, to touch her arm, tell her everything was OK,
tell her not to worry.  But how could I tell her that after all that had
happened; all that I'd done.  I hurried to my room and just stood outside
the door.

   When I heard the bathroom door shut, I made my way quietly and swiftly
to the garage.  Stopping for a brief second to listen at the bathroom door,
I heard some rustling around and new I'd better hurry.  I snatched a
plastic poncho that hung on nail by the door on my way out, stuck my head
through the opening and stepped out into the wet night.  I hurried around
back to the window.  I was just about to step up onto the ladder when the
window slid open.  I took a silent step back and froze.

   I saw the blinds move and got ready to run.  They moved side to side a
bit and then fell still.  I waited for the window to close again, but it
didn't happen.  I waited in the rain unsure of what to do; my weight
leaning towards the side gate and one hand in my pocket, white-knuckled
fingers clenching the note I'd printed out.  I was ready to pull it from my
pocket in the blink of an eye and eat it if necessary to keep it from
falling into enemy hands.  Then...Like a little kid waking early on
Christmas morning with the hope of finding Santa by the fireplace munching
on cookies and milk, the thought shot into my head.  She was opening the
window...FOR ME!  She was opening the window as she'd done the last time,
so that I could stick my hard dick through the blinds for her.

   I approached the ladder like a rat approaches a trap.  I wanted to leap
up those steps, rip the blinds out of my way and leap into the bathroom.  I
wanted to show my mother that it was ME...and tell her everything; all the
things I thought about her, all the things I wanted to do...but the last
thread of sense that held all this together held me back.  I swallowed
hard, and slowly placed a foot on the bottom step of the ladder, and pulled
myself up.  I craned my neck and to my surprise...there was a small piece
of paper wrapped in a plastic bag lying on the wet windowsill.  Plastic
baggie, I thought.  Good idea.  I was afraid to touch it as I had been
afraid to touch the last one.

   I stretched my neck a little further and peeked through the blinds.  Mom
had turned the shower on and taken her place in front of the mirror.  She
was fully naked; her nipples already full and hard.  Either the
anticipation or the cool breeze from the open window and the rainy
night...it didn't really matter; they were beautiful.  I wanted to kiss
them, trace over my lips with them...maybe close my eyes and softly press
my cheeks against the fullness of each mound; first one cheek and then the
other, gratefully, lovingly...the way you nuzzle your face into the soft
ear of a loving dog you've had forever.

   As I hear myself speak...I take note of the texture and sincerity of
each word.  They sound more like the words of someone in love rather than
words of a depraved horny boy.  Somewhere along the line...I guess
something changed.

   I watched in awe as, one by one, she pulled her makeup from her makeup
bag and placed them on the vanity.  I watched her apply each product, to
her eyes, her face and then to her lips.  Watching her move her lips, form
an "O" with her mouth, trace over the fullness of them, leaving the creamy
pink color, was like watching a "Slow motion moment" when the hot girl
comes out of the pool dripping wet, her eyes closes, her head tilted back,
her arms up, her hands pulling her wet hair back from her face.  The
close-up shows each cool water droplet as it finds its way around each
curve of her face, rolls around each lip to slowly drip off her wet chin.
It was easy to get lost in the moment.  If anyone could see this seemingly
simple thing, they would understand what motivates me, the reason I let it
get this far, the reason I couldn't turn back.

   Every few seconds my attention was drawn to the wet plastic bag that
held my mother's note.  She seemed to take great care putting on her
makeup. Even though all of it would be washed off in the shower soon
enough...she took the time, made the effort, to create a mood...to make
herself even more beautiful; for a stranger...for someone that obviously
made her feel like she was worth it, I suppose.  She had no idea that she
needn't bother.

   I silently slipped my fingers over the wet plastic bag as I watched her.
As she pulled the brush slowly through her hair, I slipped the bag off the
sill, opened it, and pulled the small piece of paper out.  I opened it with
shaky hands, glancing every other second at my mother, unwilling to miss
even the smallest thing.  With the note out of the plastic bag, I took the
few seconds to read it before it was ruined by the rain.  'Stick it through
again when you're ready for me,' It said.

   I don't know how long I stared at that note but I did until the words
were too smeared to read any longer.  When I looked through the window, my
mother was finished brushing her hair.  At that moment, I was unaware of
the chilly rain, the fact that I was perched on a ladder outside the
bathroom window, or that at any moment my father or sister could come out
of the house and catch me doing something that I would never be able to
explain.  All I was aware of or cared about...was my mother.  I carefully
climbed two more steps, rested my hand on the top of the window frame and
steadied myself.  I unsnapped my jeans and with one hand I worked my
throbbing cock from its nice warm hide-a-way.  I kept it warm with my hand
as I watched my mother.

   I watched Mom go through her long seductive dance.  More than once I had
to release my hard dick and let the cool rain sooth it, keep it from
bursting into flames.  The last thing I needed on this dark rainy night was
a signal fire.  As Mom licked that rubber cock to get it wet and slippery,
I slowly made my way up one more step bringing my hopeful cock about a foot
above the wooden sill.  I saw Mom cut her eyes towards the window as she
kissed the very tip of that dildo.  She drew her head back a tiny bit from
the rubber cock.  She stared at the pink lipstick that covered the tip and
then seductively licked her lips.  I could plainly see, with each heave of
her breasts, that her breathing was getting heavier.  I think mine had
stopped all together.  I felt a tightness in my chest that I was sure would
soon cause unconsciousness and an unsteadiness in my legs that would make a
long stay on the ladder pretty unlikely...  I rested my upper thighs
against the sill to steady myself.  I felt the tip of my dick touch the wet
coolness of the blinds.

   I saw Mom cut her eyes again in my direction.  She reached up with her
free hand and grabbed the medicine cabinet.  The mirrored door swung open.
I could see the reflection of the window and vaguely make out my outline in
its frame behind the slats of the blinds.  I couldn't imagine what she
gunna get now.  She slowly turned; the dildo in one hand, her other hand
empty.  She hadn't taken anything out of the medicine cabinet.  I cocked my
head a little.  Then I felt my jaw tighten, my teeth clench when Mom took a
step towards the window.  I assumed she was going to take her place on the
toilet below me like last time and continue the ritual.

   My entire being was one tight rubber band ready to snap.  I didn't think
I could get more rigid, but even as the thought formed, my fingers dug
tighter into the wet wood around the window.  I could feel the paint
cracking under my grip.  My other hand froze, locked even tighter around my
dick when Mom rested her elbows on her side of the windowsill.  With the
dildo flopping over in one hand and her forehead nearly touching the blinds
just inches from where my dick threatened to peek through....Well...I
couldn't even swallow.  I couldn't even stroke my cock, and believe me...my
cock needed some serious stroking...

   I watched as the hand that held that rubbery cock briefly disappeared.
Next time I saw it, it was framed by my mother's ass cheeks, pointing at
that hot moist spot that I wanted so badly.  She rested her chin on the
sill and I heard her softly moan as she lifted her ass slightly and began
to push the fat head of my rival into her pussy.  I watched, like a dream,
as she started to work it in more and more; deeper into the slickness.  I
could hear the wetness of her pussy as it slipped in and out.  I could even
smell the faint alluring aroma of her hot coochie over the sweet fragrance
of her perfume.  It would seem that Mom was just as excited as I was.  The
only real difference...she seemed to have no trouble letting the occasional
moan escape her where I was having a hard time even breathing.

   As Mom began to work that long dildo in and out of her wet pussy, the
squishing sounds echoed off the tile walls and her soft moans came through
the open window like fingers to grab my swollen cock.  It was then I glance
at the mirrored door my mother had opened on the medicine cabinet.  I could
see clearly through the slats, the reflection of my mom's ass as that
rubber dick disappeared and reappeared, again and again.  I watched as she
brought her other hand around and with her long, delicate fingers, she took
hold of her lovely ass cheek and pulled it away from the other.  With her
chin planted firmly on the windowsill, her sexy mouth inches from my rigid
dick, she fucked herself slowly, methodically with that dildo; pulling it
out, rubbing it along her ass-crack, making small circles, and teasing her
clit with the tip before plunging it back inside her coochie.  I could see
all of this in the small mirror behind my mom.

   She had obviously given this a great deal of thought.  I was glad.  More
than glad.  I was...was overwhelmed.  A hundred thoughts rushes through my
head but none of them took me away from the picture in front of me or the
fact that I was about to cum all over the blinds and probably all over my
mother's face.

   Unable to help myself any longer, I eased forward.  I let my swollen
boyhood part the thin slats of the blinds.  I arched my back, leaning back
as far as I could without falling.  With my chin pressed against my chest,
I could see my cock and my mother's mouth through the same few slats.  I
pushed forward a tiny bit more and watched as Mom open her pretty mouth and
welcomed her hard stranger.

   "Mmmmmmm" she moans as her lips closed around me and the hot air that
rushes out of her nose tickles my belly.  I push harder, my stomach forcing
the flimsy blinds further into the bathroom, my balls parting the slats
allowing my mother access to all of me.  My boldness is rewarded with a
loud moan, a sweet kiss on the head of my slimy prick and a gentle but firm
lapping of my blue balls.  She sucked each one into her warm mouth in turn.
Breathing hard, moaning and sighing, she did to my balls what I wanted to
do to her huge tits.  She rubbed them all over her face; kissed them,
licked them and made love to them like they were a separate entity.  Like
she needed them.

   And I suppose at that moment...she did.  She needed this as bad as I
did. This had become as much of an obsession for her as it had for me. 
Oddly enough; it made me feel like this was all OK.  Like this
was...normal.

   There was no way that I was going to hold on any longer.  With my balls
deep in her mouth...I started to cum.  A thick white rope shot from the tip
of my thick cock and shot over her shoulder and onto her back.  Mom quickly
wrapped her fingers around my stiff shaft and began to pump it with some
attitude.  The next long rope ricocheted off her upper lip and splashed
over her cheek and into her hair.  She moaned and grunted as she wrapped
her sexy pink lips around the tip of my cock and stroked and gulped down
what she milked out.

   There didn't seem to be any concern about the noise we were both making
or the fact that I was no doubt quite visible standing so high on that
ladder silhouetted by the bathroom light.  I held white-knuckled to the
window frame, my knees shaking, flirting with collapse and
hyperventilation. Mom had abandoned her fake cock and gave my spurting dick
all of her attention and (For both of us, I think) there was nothing in the
world except my cock and the cum that shot out of it.  Mom lapped, kissed
and swallowed with the occasional glob of thick cum escaping from the
corner of her mouth.  She quickly retrieved it, pushing it back between her
lips with the head of my dick.

   As the frenzy died down and the lust settled, Mom began a slow,
seductive massage with her lips, up and down my cock.  Giving it tiny
little sucks and kisses, licking up any cum that had tried to get away. 
After a few minutes of this bliss, Mom kissed the base of my still-hard
dick and kissed her way slowly to the tip.  If she was doing this to keep
me hard...there was no need.  I knew full-well this puppy would never see
another soft day.  She released me and I watched as she licked every drop
off her fingers and then searched around her mouth with her long sharp
tongue for leftovers.  Unwilling to end this...this...encounter, I boldly
reached through the blinds with my hand, my arm, and slid my hand around to
the back of her head.

   "Don't stop." I whispered with a husky breath as I arched my back more
and pulled her back to my cock.  She smiled a teeny bit and opened her
mouth to take me back in.  I watched as the most beautiful woman in the
world made love to her son's cock with her mouth.

   It wasn't long before I became extremely aware of the fact that I was no
longer hidden by the bushes.  I was sure that my silhouette was as
noticeable, if anyone were to look, as the Bat signal was to the citizens
of Gotham City...but I truly didn't care.  And then, as if sensing the same
thing...Mom pulled her lovely mouth off my dick, stepped back and flipped
the light switch off.  Before my eyes adjusted, I could feel my mother's
warm mouth around me again.  The feeling made me let out a long soft sigh,
like settling into your own warm bed after a long day of hard work.  I
rested my cheek against the soaked window frame and fell into the feeling
my mother was giving to me.

   I'm not sure how much time passed, but I felt my mother kiss the tip of
my happy cock one last time and then she was gone.  A sudden wave of...of
sadness flushed over me.  Damn, I thought.  I didn't want it to stop, but I
figured she was right.  We'd been at it for quite a while.  I heard
movement in the bathroom; things shifting, maybe something being dragged. I
heard what sounded like metal against metal.  I pulled back a little and
grabbed my pants.  I was getting ready to button-up and high-tail it when I
heard my mother's voice.

   "Don't move." She whispered.

   As I squinted through the window trying to see, but there wasn't really
enough light to see.  I could make out the outline, the shape of my mother,
each curve but that was all.  I watched as she fumbled around but I wasn't
sure what she was doing.  In less than a minute, I saw Mom's hand reach
through the blinds and take hold of my ever-hard dick.  I gasped.  My eyes
focused on her hand and what it held.  I watched as, this time, it was her
that pushed against the blinds, pushing them out, out past the frame,
threatening to rip them from whatever held them to the wall.  With the
light of the moon I could see what was happening.  Mom had her ass half way
out of the window, my dick tight in her hand, drawing it to her, guiding
it, leading it to her needy cunt.  In a sense...she was bringing it home.

   When I saw what was actually happening and finally grasped the moment, I
ripped the poncho off with one quick pull, pushed my pants down well out of
the way, and lunged forward nearly falling through the window.  (Which
would have in no way stopped me.  My mother either I think) My cock slid in
easily and completely as Mom groaned and softly cried out over the running
water, "Oh fuck yyyyyeahhhhh."

   Hearing her words so clearly swung the gate open and let the bull out to
buck.  There was an orgasm somewhere deep inside my mother...and I was
gunna find it.  I stuck both hands through those blinds and filled them
with the softness of her firm ass; squeezing to the point that my fingers
hurt.  I gave no concern to the marks I must be leaving on my mother's
smooth ass and apparently, neither did mom.

   "F-u-c-k me!" fluttered from the dimness and floated out the window in a
long low, annunciated growl.  "Oh god yes...Fuck me!"

   I'm a good boy and I did what I was told.  I slammed into my mother; the
blinds bending and crinkling, the window rattling as my forehead slapped
the raised window, my mother gasping and me biting my lip and trying, the
best I could, to draw in enough air through my mouth.  I heard stuff
falling on the floor; no doubt what ever was on the back of the tiolet or
the makeup on the sink vanity.  A few times Mom's footing seemed to slip
and she flirted with falling off whatever she was standing on.  She
recovered without skipping a beat but to be honest, at that point, I had
such a firm grip on her ass and my dick was so deep inside her, I believe I
could have held her there with her legs hanging limp, slapping against the
wall as I fucked her.

   I should have been concerned about the loud slapping sounds that echoed
of the walls and pushed their way past me each time our bodies met...But I
was busy.  I was sure that the sporadic moans and gasps that my mother
couldn't seem to control would draw concern by anyone passing in the
hallway...But I didn't care.  Mom was pushing into me as best she could
considering the position she was in.  I shook a leg free from my soaked
pants and brought a knee up to rest on the wet sill for better leverage.  I
was all but in the bathroom now and Mom was all but outside.

   It was like sticking your hand in the cookie jar and wrapping your fist
around a hand full of cookies.  You can't pull your hand out.  And I wasn't
about to give up the cookies.

   I had worked my hands to Mom's waist and was pulling and pushing
frantically.

   "Oh Jesus!  Do it!  Yes do it!" Mom groaned.  "Holy fuck!"

   Her words were hardly more than hollowed gasps, thin and whispery like
the steam that now fogged the mirror and the glass of the window, but they
were like a bolt of lightning to me.  The thought that I was making her say
such things...I was the one fucking her good and hard, hard enough to make
her feel this good, good enough that she couldn't keep the passion inside
...Well...There are no words to paint that picture, no way to share that
feeling.

   That second load was working its way to the exit.  I could feel Mom's
tight pussy sucking on my crazy cock like a plunger on a stopped-up sink.
We pushed and pulled at each other, ground and rocked and somewhere in
midst of rattling windows, broken blinds, hot, wet slamming flesh, and,
lustful moans of sinful pleasure...we both reached the place we'd been
running to.

   Mom froze, her whole body becoming ridged.  I felt her sopping pussy
clamp down on my dick like an angry fist.  I held tight, ground into her,
my pubic hair tickling her asshole, arching as much as I could, using her
as a counter weight.  I held her firmly, strongly, if not brutally by the
hips, rocking my ass ever-so slightly until her contractions released that
orgasm I'd been hunting so franticly for.  Her hot juices washed over and
around my throbbing cock and drenched my tired balls and ran down my thighs
to the rainy windowsill.  My cock burst inside her causing her ass to jump
and quiver and push back even harder.  We hardly moved as I emptied my load
so deep inside my mother there was no doubt in my mind that she could taste
it.  A low humming, a constant whine escaped my mother as I felt her body
start to limber.  I held her tight in my grip as the last of my load found
its place.

   As the last of bliss drained away and the real world took its place, I
began to feel the full weight of my mother on the other side of the window.
Remembering the effect that each hard orgasm I'd seen my mother have had on
her when she'd pleasured herself, made me realize that we were gunna have a
problem pretty soon if Mom didn't get to steady ground.  I no sooner had
the thought that I felt my mother slipping away.  With my face pressed hard
against the window, one knee planted precariously on the wet, slippery
wooden sill and the ladder (With one foot on it, my soaked pants dangling
from around my ankle) shaking beneath me, I tried as best I could to ease
my mother down; down to the floor.  I could hear her trying to catch her
breath, but it seemed like she had surrendered to gravity's pull.  It
didn't feel like she was making any attempt to catch herself or make her
way down off of whatever she was standing on.  The toilet with one foot I
figured, but had no idea what her other foot was on if anything.  I was
more than halfway in the window when Mom slipped from my grip.

   I lunged to get a better grip but when I did, the ladder fell away from
the house.  I hit the ground with a lung emptying thud.  I heard Mom let
out a small yelp and then more stuff hit the floor.  I jumped up, wet bark
dangling from my bare ass, my wet pants tangled around my feet, and pulled
myself up to the window.  I was just about to ask her if she was alright
when I heard my father at the door.

   "You OK Babe?"

   Mom answered quickly.  "I'm fine.  I just slipped getting out of the
shower Hun.  It's kinda dark in here."

   "Dark?"

   "Yeah, the light bulb went out in here, ya think you can get me a new
one?" She asked, barely able to talk with any real volume.  "They're in the
pantry, third shelf."

   "Yeah, yeah, I'll get it...You sure you're OK?"

   "Yeah Sweetie...Never better." She told him.

   It was obvious that Mom was all right.  I wanted to say something. 
Bye...Thanks...Had a swell time...Something, but I took the opportunity to
scram.  With any luck, I'd be able to sneak upstairs while Dad changed the
light bulb and Mom got dried and dressed.







   (6)



   I didn't see mom again until dinner time.  She was quite, a bit
preoccupied I guess; enough so that Dad asked her if everything was all
right.

   "Yeah, fine." She tells him as she moves the food around on her plate
with her fork.  "I have a report I have to finish by Monday, that's all.  I
can't seem to get it out of my head."

   She shot a quick glance in my direction; a snotty glance.  We sat and
ate; my father asking the usual questions.  "How was school?"

   "How's baseball goin'?" Bla-- Bla-- Bla-- Bla...

   Every once-in-a-while, I caught Mom looking at me.  She was hard to
read. One second she looked mad, the next it was gone.  I was beginning to
worry about the repercussions heading my way.

   The rest of the night went relatively normal.  After dinner the dishes
were cleared, Dad sat down in front of the TV {The Yankees were playing at
home} and Mom sat down at the dinning room table and opened her briefcase.
The only thing really different was the fact that I found myself looking at
my Mom a lot.  For a second I wondered how my Dad managed to get a woman as
beautiful as my Mom and how lucky he was.  Then after a few more minutes of
thought I realized with the bitching and the mood swings Mom was notorious
for...I figured that maybe Dad broke even on the whole thing.  But she
certainly was hot

   Her hair was back in a pony-tail; the tail hanging well past her
shoulders.  She had a long, pretty off-white sun dress on that had
some-kind of yellow and pink floral print over one shoulder and down the
other side.  She seemed to float as she walked.  She was bare foot;
something she didn't do often.  I found it very "Girl next door", although
she was way more beautiful than any girl that had ever lived next door; or
on the whole street actually.

   Her make-up was light, her lips a pretty shade of pink.  Her make-up
looked fresh; like she'd freshened up a bit before dinner.  That was
something she didn't normally do.  She looked much younger then
forty-three. She looked... ...Well, like she should be on the cover of some
magazine.

   I was sneaking glances at my Mom so much that I started to feel pretty
self-conscious.  I told them that I had a book report coming up and headed
up to my room "To read".

   "That's my boy." My old man boasted.

   "He somethin' isn't he Kat?" {Kathy} Dad asked, never taking his eyes
off the TV.

   "Oh yeah, he's something alright." Mom agreed as she looked away from
her paperwork only to find me staring at her again.  I was close enough to
first see her cheeks fill with color and maybe a hint of embarrassment in
her eyes and then, the next second, her lips tightened and her eyes
narrowed.  She quickly turned back to her work.  Talk about hard to read,
Holy Fuck.  It was like living with Mrs.  Jeckle & Mrs.  Hide.

   I went upstairs and read for a book-report that wasn't due for three
weeks.  I straightened up my room and fucked around on my computer.  I did
anything to try and stop from thinking about what Mom had done this
afternoon.  But wouldn't ya know it; I ended up on a porn site dedicated to
"Mature Women".

   I was browsing through pictures and movie clips, stopping at the ones
that reminded me of my Mom.  There were a lot: `Moms' getting themselves
off; home alone, in the car, even in store dressing rooms.  It was wild.  I
saw `Moms' doing there `son's' best friends and even their son's
girlfriends too.  And I watched movie clips of `moms' doing more than one
young boy at a time.  It was pretty hot.  I didn't see any Mom's doing the
family pet but I'm sure, given the time, I would have eventually wound up
there.

   I`d gotten sucked into the computer and was shocked when I noticed the
time.  It was 12:20.  Normally my parents would say good-night before they
went to bed.  I figured that Dad had fallen asleep watching TV again and
Mom was probably just pissed off or too embarrassed to bother.

   I got up out of the chair and looked down at the bulge in my pants.  I
gave it a little rub and kinda smiled, picturing my Mom on her knees in
front of me.  I still couldn't believe it.  I grabbed hold of the bulge and
started to prance around the room like I was riding a stick horse. 
Evidently I was in an exceptionally good mood.  "I guess I'm gunna have ta
take care of you before I'll be able to go to sleep, huh Partner?" I told
the front of my pants.  "You'll have to wait a few minutes though."

   I figured I'd get ready for bed, {I sleep in my old gym shorts.} then
I'd slip down to the kitchen real fast and get a drink before I came back
up to deal with this hard-on I had.  I slipped into my gym shorts, adjusted
my hard dick, and headed for the kitchen.

   I quietly walked down the steps.  Sure enough, there was dad sleeping on
the couch snoring away.  I slipped into the kitchen and reached for the
light switch.

   I saw my Mom, her back to me, still sitting at the dining room table in
front of the work she'd brought home.  She had changed for bed.  She wore a
pretty short, black night dress with thin straps that showed a great deal
of leg.  It was pretty hot.

   She was leaning back in the chair, her head tilted way back and she was
pulling at the scrunchie that held her hair in a ponytail.  I watched her
arch her back as she stretched.  She was tired.  I couldn't help but stare
as she freed her long hair, ran her fingers through it, and then shook it
out with a quiet moan and the slow, sexy swaying of her head.

   She reminded me of one of those hot babes on the shampoo commercials. 
"More shine-Better body"

   I watched silently, Dad snoring in the back ground, as she stretched her
arms over her head and then she wiggled her fingers to loosen them.  A slow
tired grown escaped her as she dropped her hands and rubbed her neck and
shoulders.

   I was mesmerized.  I could feel my shorts getting even tighter.  I
instinctively reached down and adjusted my dick again.

   "Jesus." I heard my mom whisper.  "I can't believe it." She moaned
quietly to herself.

   I was pretty sure I knew what she was thinking about.

   I watched from the shadows of the kitchen as Mom massaged the back of
her neck.

   "You have to stop thinking about it." She advised herself under her
breath before putting her elbows on the table and burying her face in her
hands.

   She shook her head slowly with regret and sighed long and slow.

   It was right then, remembering the attitude Mom had when she first
caught me this afternoon that I got an idea...

   I quietly walked up to my Mom.  I reached out and put my hand on her
shoulder.  She jerked around and saw that it was me.

   "You scared the shit out of me." She barked quietly.  Her eyes
immediately caught the big bulge in my gym shorts as I stood next to her.

   "I was just thinking about you, Mom."

   This time it was me that was throwing around the sarcasm.

   "Yeah well, I'm having a little trouble finishing this report so if you
don't mind. . ."

   Her eyes bounced back and forth between my eyes and my shorts nervously.
She leaned to one side a little to catch a glimpse of the couch.  Dad was
still sleeping.  I just stood there.

   "What do you want Robert?"

   " I just came down to get a drink and saw you here.  You look kinda. . .
. . .stressed."

   "Well, I have a lot on my mind."

   "I bet you do."

   Mom cocked her head a little, trying to figure out what I was up to. 
She again looked at the erection I was sporting.  "I don't think you should
be walking around like that." She says nodding her head towards the front
of my shorts with a disgusted look on her face.  She shot another look
towards the couch.

   I looked down at the bulge.  "It wasn't like that when I came down the
steps." I lied.

   "Is that so?"

   "Yeah, I got that watching you doing the hair-thing and all." I told her
matter-of-factly.

   She looked a little surprised at my bluntness and a little uncomfortable
with it as well.  I was glad to put the shoe on the other foot.

   "Robert, what do you want?" She asked sternly.

   "I'm not really sure."

   "Something else to hold over my head no doubt." She hissed with a snotty
whisper.

   She turned to her paperwork for a few seconds while she assessed the
situation.  She bit her lip a little and softly scratched her face with her
long fingernails.  She turned a little more in her chair so she could see
the couch better and talk to me at the same time.  She looked worried.

   "That should have never happened Robert. . ." She started.  ". . .but it
did and we can't change that." She says.

   "I know."

   "I think it would probably be best if we just forget today ever
happened." She says.

   "Best for who?" I shot back; glad that I was actually holding some good
cards this hand.

   "So what are you going to do...Blackmail me?" She says, shocked that I
might even consider such a thing.  Blackmail hadn't really entered my mind
`till then.

   "I have an idea." I told her.

   "Is that so?"

   "Yeah..." I leaned in closer, "How about... ...another blowjob?" I asked
with a lump in my throat.  I was really hoping I didn't look as scared as I
really was.  I was fucking around with fire here.

   She jerked her head back on her neck.

   "Robert!" She shot a look towards the couch.  ". . .You need to shut up.
What if your father wakes up and hears you?" She asked in a quiet but stern
voice.

   "Well... ...that wouldn't be very good." I said sarcastically.

   She stared at me for a few seconds.

   "Bobby?" {I was "Bobby" again}She looked pretty tense.  "We can talk
about this tomorrow morning after your Father leaves to play golf."

   She had a hopeful look in her eyes.  But she hadn't let me off the hook
that easily this afternoon.  "We can do that." I told her.

   She looked a little relieved.  But before she had a chance to say
anything or get to comfortable, I told her, "But for right now..."

   She looked at me attentively.  "I think that maybe you should take care
of this."

   I swallowed hard.  I wasn't sure what was going to happen but I did it
anyways.  I pulled the front of my shorts down.  A bold move for sure. 
Sink or swim here.

   "Bobby!" She gasped as she slid her chair back real quick.  She looked
down at my hard-on and jerked her head towards the couch again to make sure
my dad wasn't sitting there watching all this.  He snored lightly with his
back to us.

   "Robert!  Put that thing away before your father wakes up."

   I leaned in towards her a little and whispered, "I guess we'd have some
explaining to do, wouldn't we Mom?"

   "You can't be serious..." She hissed.  "You want me to do that
...Here?...  Now?"

   I was standing my ground.

   Believe me, the thought of my Dad waking up and catching me exposing
myself to mom, scared the shit out of me.  But the thought of what my Mom
had done earlier that day; the picture of her with her lips around my cock,
well;it was like a drug.  I really wanted more.

   Her eyes flickered back and forth from my Dad back to the hard dick
right in front of her as she shifted nervously in her chair.  She certainly
looked conflicted.

   She looked the way I probably looked when she stood over me in the
living room this afternoon telling me that I didn't have much time to
comply with her demands.

   She groaned quietly as she scrutinized her predicament.  She could have
just got up and run up the stairs but she didn't.  She truly was running
out of time.  Dad could wake up at any second and see us and she knew it.

   I didn't respond.  I just stood there with my dick out, waiting.  I felt
kinda like the family pet that shit on the new carpet.  I wasn't really
sure what was gunna happen but I knew it was coming.

   "I can't do this... ...I won't do this" She hissed under her breath. 
She took a deep breath; looked over nervously at Dad, and then shot a quick
look around the kitchen.

   ". .  Not here." she whispered anxiously.

   "In my room?" I suggested, more than surprised at her responce.

   "No;Not in your room, Robert." She rolled her beautiful eyes.  " If your
father wakes up. . ." She cut her eyes at him, ". . .and sees that I'm not
in our bed, he'll come looking for me.  "

   "How bout the garage then?" I asked with a smirk on my face.  {Like the
movie she'd caught me watching} She exhaled loudly and rolled her eyes
again.

   "I can't believe this." She groaned.

   She looked at the couch one last time then back to me.  She stood up
slowly, "Come on..." I tucked myself in and followed my Mom.

   "She's really gunna." I thought.  "Holy shit!"

   I felt like a little kid that just stole Santa's sled.

   Mom led the way to the garage.  She opened the door, took one final
glance back through the kitchen before descending the five steps into the
cool garage.  She walked directly to the front of my Dad's cherry MG; the
furthest spot from the kitchen door, and turned to me with her hands on her
hips.

   "Did you shut the door?"She hissed.

   "Yeah."

   "Are you sure Robert?"

   "I shut the door Mom!"

   "Lower your voice.  I don't like having to do this one little bit
Robert." She lied.

   She sounded pissed again.  But I really didn't care.  All I could
concentrate on was that I was going to watch my beautiful mom give me
another blow-job.

   It was dark in the garage.  I flipped the tiny light on above the
workbench.

   "Turn that light off."

   "No."

   "What do you mean `No'?  If your father opens that door he's going to
see us."

   " We can duck down behind the car.  I want to watch you."

   "What?  Watch?  Why?"

   "Because you're so hot." I told her honestly.

   She stared at me for a few long seconds but said nothing.  She rubbed
her lips together.  I thought she was about to change her mind then she
slowly, seemingly reluctantly, squatted down.  "Come- mere." she says
reaching out for the top of my shorts with a certain measure of distaste on
her face.  I stepped right up to her and she pulled my shorts down to my
knees.

   "We have to hurry." She whispered.

   "I know... ...Before someone catches us.'" I quoted the movie.

   "I just knew this was the kind of shit that got you off." She whispered
under her breath and shook her head slowly as she started to run her long
fingers over my hard-on; examining it.  Her tone was harsh but her eyes
were soft and wanting.

   She glanced up at me, "Incest..." She whispered.  "It's so wrong to make
me do this, you know that don't you?" She added as she returned her
attention to the hard dick in front of her.  She plucked a tiny piece of
lint off the tip of my dick with her long fingernails and flicked it to the
floor.  She returned to her scrutiny as she moved my hard dick from one
side to the other; inspecting, seemingly indifferent like it was a job
she'd been doing forever.

   She could take all night as far as I was concerned.  She looked
incredibly sexy down there.  "How long have you been thinking about me like
this Robert?" She asked me as she ran her fingertips over me.  It was
getting a little hard concentrating on the conversation as I watched her.

   "I don't know, for a while I guess."

   "I can't see why you would want me to do something like this to you."
She says.  The question sounded sincere.  "You mean besides the fact that
you're gorgeous?" Another burst of honesty.

   She looked up at me as she crouched there.  She looked like she actually
appreciated the compliment.  She turned us both a little so that the light
from the workbench showed her pretty face more clearly.  She caught the
long strands of hair that hung in her face with the fingernail of her pinky
and hooked them behind her ears; first one side then the other.

   "Is that better?" She says as she looks up at me.  There seems to be no
sign of resentment in her eyes.  She opened her mouth wide and I watched my
dick slowly disappear.  I gasped, "Jeez!"

   When she had it all in her mouth she wrapped her full pretty pink lips
softly around it and sucked.

   She stared into my eyes as she slowly, very slowly, pulled her head back
until just the red tip was left between her lips.  She was putting on a
show.  She was teasing me.  Showing me just how sensual she could be. 
"Jesus!" I moaned and rested one hand on the front of the car to steady
myself while I watched her do it again.  "You look so...so...amazing... 
doing that." I told her.

   Her pointy tongue twirled slowly around the head of my dick as her hand
slid down to the base.  She didn't look like someone being blackmailed.  I
felt her pinky touch my ball sack.  She held me firmly and began to bob her
head back and forth over me in earnest; taking all of my hard cock all the
way in her mouth until her lips touched her fingers.

   She wasn't fooling around.  She wanted to make me cum as fast as she
could and she knew just how to make that happen.

   She took it out of her mouth and started jerking me off real fast as she
glanced at the garage door.  She shut her eyes and let her tongue flicker
around the head some more.  The head of my dick slapped her lips
repeatedly, smearing her pink lipstick and covering her lips with my
pre-cum.  "This is disgusting. . ." She whispered.

   I lost my breath when Mom licked her lips and filled her mouth with it
again.  I felt her moan as she sucked it.

   I slipped my hands behind her head and pulled her beautiful long hair
back into a ponytail so I could better see her face.  She stopped and
looked up at me again with just the head of my dick in her mouth.  I held
her head still, I felt her slide her hands to my bare hips.  I slowly
pushed forward.  She let me slowly start to fuck her mouth.  She didn't
look so mad now.

   I can't describe how she looked.  All I can say is that she looked
hotter and sexier than any slut I'd seen in any porn magazines or any
movies.  I could hear her, "Ummm&; Ummm&; Ummm; &Ummm..." each time I
pushed it in her mouth.  I could feel the tip of my dick hitting the back
of the throat with each stroke.

   After a few minutes she pulled back, letting my dick fall from her
mouth. It was really wet now.  She spread her spit all over it as she
stroked it quickly.  That squishing sound filled the garage.

   Then mom stared at my cock and got this disgusted look on her face and
said something I wasn't expecting; "I bet you think about fucking me too,
don't you?" She hissed as she stroked me.  I was a bit surprised at the
sharpness of her tone.  The show that she was putting on made me
temporarily forget that she "Didn't want to do this".

   She looked at my cock as she pumped it and talked.

   "You probably want to make me bend right over your father's car I bet,
so you can stick this thing in me and fuck me with it right now, don't
you?" She bitched.

   I thought the questions might be rhetorical.

   She looked up, "Is that what you're gunna make me do Robert?  You gunna
tell me you'll tell your father what we did. . .  what I'm doing now." She
stroked me more aggressively.  " Is that what you're gunna tell me so I
have no choice but to let you do that to me?

   She was moving her hand faster now.  "You're gunna blackmail your own
mother... ...Aren't you?  So you can fuck her?  Aren't you Robert?"

   I was "Robert" again.  She looked kinda mad kneeling there in front of
me as she sucked my dick back into her mouth.

   I thought that behind the phony anger I could see the pleading.  I told
her with a quick breath what she wanted to hear, "Yes!"

   She took one last look at the door that led to my father.  I swear I saw
her eyes roll back when she sucked my cock back in between her lips.

   She sucked and licked it for a minute or so, like she loved the taste;
like it was a big Pop-cycle and she couldn't get enough of it.  She pinned
it to my stomach with her lips and kissed the belly of it; kissing her way
to my balls.  It felt amazing.  It was all I could do to keep from cumming.

   I have to admit, I wasn't thinking much about my Dad catching us at this
point.  I don't think I could've cared less at that moment.  I was way too
wrapped up in my Mom.  It became quite apparent that Mom wasn't giving Dad
a lot of thought either when she stood up and turned to face the car.  She
pulled her night dress up around her waist, and leaned over the hood of the
small car.

   Her ass was beautiful.  A thin black string from her thong separated her
firm ass checks.  The thin, transparent patch of material that covered her
pussy, looked wet.  It was soaked with her juices.  The juices that I, no
doubt, made her secrete.

   She looked back over her shoulder, almost maliciously, "Here!  Is this
what you really want Robert?" She hissed as she reached back and caught the
string of her thong with a long fingernail to pull it to one side.  I
hesitated.  I wasn't sure who was in control here but quickly decided I
didn't care.

   "I knew this was what you wanted when I caught you jerking off to that
movie... ...You wanted to fuck me, didn't you?  Come on then; Fuck me!."
She demanded through gritted teeth.

   I slipped up behind her.  My hard cock slipped easily into her wet
pussy. I felt mom push back hard to make sure she had it all.  She made
small circles with her ass as she pushed back.  She released her thong,
rested both hands on the car, and laid her cheek on the cool red hood of
the little MG.  "Come on!" She scowled.

   I fished her thong out of the crack of her ass.  It was soaked too now.
I pressed it to the cheek of her nice round ass with one hand and held her
lacey night dress out of the way with the other so I could see better.  I
started to fuck her.  Slow at first; watching it go in and out of Mom's
slippery, pink pussy.  "It matches her lips..." I thought.  I started to
fuck her faster and harder.

   In just a few minutes Mom lifted one bare foot up and propped it up on
the front bumper.  She positioned herself more securely on the front of the
car and then did the same with her other foot, spreading them far apart and
crouching to keep her ass low enough, giving me a better view and better
access.  She pushed back on me using the bumper and the windshield for
leverage.  She felt tighter and it felt like I was in even deeper now.

   I held her there and shoved forward as she pushed back.  It felt amazing
and the view was incredible.  My Mom grunted each time my balls smacked her
clit.  Each grunt seemed to get a little louder as my thighs slapped into
hers.  "Umh&; Umh&; Umh&; Umh&; Umh&; Umh" I don't know how I lasted as
long as I did.

   "I'm gunna cum!!!" I groaned through my tight lips.

   My mom didn't slow down a bit.  If anything, she moved her ass faster in
response.

   I let go of her thong and filled my hands with the roundness of each ass
cheek.  I spread my fingers apart and dug into ass as I drove up into her.

   "I can't believe you're making me do this..." She grunts.  I hear her
whine through labored breathing.  "You're making me cum!  I'm cumming!  I'm
cumming too Bobby!!" {I'm "Bobby" again}

   The timing couldn't have been better.  I started to shoot a tremendous
load of spunk into my Mom's sweet pussy as she pushed up onto her hands and
rocked her ass up and down and side to side.  She moved her ass in small
circles as she pushed off the windshield of the car.

   "Oh God Bobby!!!  FUCK!!!"

   I could feel her ass quivering.

   "Oh God!" She says and buried her mouth in her forearm and bit down in
an attempt to muffle her moans.  "UMMMMMMMMMMMMM" she groaned.

   We both came and came hard.  I could feel stuff pouring out of her pussy
with each trust, running down my balls and onto my thighs.  I could feel it
splashing my legs as my balls slapped her pussy.

   Mom collapsed on the front of the MG trying to catch her breath; her
heavy breathing drowning out what she was trying to say.

   I let my hands glide over her firm ass-checks, running both thumbs down
the crack of her ass; marveling at its shape.  I hear her moan quietly as
my thumb eased over her asshole.  I pulled out and slide my fingers down to
her soaked pussy.

   I took a few seconds feeling how wet and swollen her pussy lips were. 
They were soft and slippery.  I touched her clit.  It was hard and swollen.
She jerked her ass in response each time my fingertips glided over it.  I
could feel that Mom's pussy was smooth, shaved and I spread some of the
wetness over its softness.

   I don't know how long we stayed there like that but I was in no hurry to
leave the garage.  At that point, I doubt I could have even found my way
back to my room.

   She mumbled something again, but I still couldn't understand what she
was saying with her face buried in her arm.  I stepped around to the front
fender, "What?" I whispered.  "I can't hear you."

   She lifted her head and looked over at me.  She took a deep steady
breath and released it.

   "I suppose you'll tell your father about this if I don't let you fuck me
tomorrow too." She bitched as she lay her head back down on the car and
concentrated on breathing.

   I couldn't believe that after all this, the "bitchy" had returned full
force.  I smiled and tucked my wet dick back into my shorts.  Nothing she
could say now could ruin my mood.  Then Mom did something else that shocked
me.  She slid off the hood of the car and dropped down to her knees in
front of me again.  She pulled me to her by the front of my shorts.

   "You'll probably want to do some more sick shit to me after your Dad
leaves for the Golf Course tomorrow, Won't you?"

   She griped as she exposed my tired, wet dick.  She glided the tip of one
finger down its slimy length as it hung semi-soft in front of her.  She
twirled her finger around the sloppy head a few times then rubbed her thumb
and finger together.  She looked like she was in deep thought as she
watched her fingers sliding back and forth together.

   "You'll wanna do something depraved ...Like fuck me on the kitchen table
or cum on my face, I bet. . ." She hissed, staring at my prick the entire
time she bitched.

   She wrapped her fingers around my wet, semi-hard dick and pulled at it
roughly, angrily, stretching it.  It didn't really hurt but her attitude
kinda caught me by surprise.

   "This is incest..." She reminds me.  "You're sick..." She growled as she
took me in her mouth again.  I leaned back on the hood of Dad's car while
she sucked my dick clean.







   (7)



   I woke up pretty early considering how late I got to bed the night
before.  Already my head was spinning with the memories of yesterday and
the prospects yet to come.  To be honest with you, I thought that maybe all
of yesterday might have just been a dream.

   I smelled coffee.  I checked the clock; 7:20.  I was sure my Dad had
showered and eaten breakfast by 7:00.  With little doubt, he'd already
grabbed his clubs and was on his way to the golf course to hit little balls
with funny little sticks.  I couldn't help but wonder what the day might
bring.  Maybe HOPE would be a better word.  I assumed my Mom was awake and
was pretty curious to see what her reaction might be to the night before.

   I couldn't see why we just couldn't enjoy our
new-found.........relationship.  I mean, she'd made her point.  She wanted
me to "know" that she was totally against such immoral and deviant
activities ...Fine.  She wanted me to "know" that she was not a willing
participant; she was being "forced" to participate in this disgusting
incestuous liaison...Fine.  If pushing the blame off on me helped her do
that―Then fine.  I could live with that.  No problem.  I just wanted
to do more stuff with my mom.  It seemed pretty simple to me.  I'm sure
that was my dick thinking for me but sometimes my dick had quite a head on
its shoulder.

   I realize that I was only 17, but I'd never experienced anything like
the rush; the bold-face, undeniable shiver of excitement that shot through
me when my mother gave in to the lust.  There are no words.  You could have
dipped my balls in gasoline and lit them on fire for all I cared......as
long as she was the one rubbing the Neosporin on them when all was said and
done.

   She had put up a good front and I was hoping we could get past all the
bullshit now and just enjoy the moment...or moments; lots and lots of
moments.  Of course, the BOX being Giant Stadium and the MOMENTS being the
lint I pick out of my belly-button.

   I threw a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt on and headed down stars to
put a toe in the water so-to-speak.  I truly hoped she was in a good mood.

   I was both shocked and delighted as I walked into the kitchen.  Mom was
sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and the morning paper.  She
looked like she was ready to have her picture taken for the cover of
Cosmo... ...or make a porn movie.

   My first thought was, "Fuckin' `A', she's as happy about this whole
thing as I am and Dad's out tying to play golf.  She looked like she'd
gotten up this morning ready to play the part; ready to play the hot mom
that gives in to her desires;The stunning MILF waiting for the unsuspecting
pizza guy&; There was gunna be no bullshit this time and I can't tell you
how happy I was.  My dick squirmed his approval.

   Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, tied with a long, thin,
red ribbon.  She had her glasses on but I could see that her eye make-up
was much darker then last night; much darker than it usually is.  Her
lashes were long and thick with mascara.  Her full lips were the color of
the ribbon that held her hair back.  She had a like blue house dress on
that, for some reason, kinda reminded me of Leave It to Beaver's mom except
as I remember, Beaver's mom never showed much tit on that show.  Mom had
unbuttoned the first two buttons at the top of her dress, allowing a
beautiful view of her cleavage and the fleshy roundness of her large tits;
enough so that it was clear she had no bra on.  If that wasn't enough, I
could see the outline of her nipples as they clearly pushed on the
relatively thin material of the dress.  {Something else I believe June
Cleaver never showed.}

   Her dress was pretty short, five or six inches above her knee, showing a
great deal of leg.  Her legs were long and smooth.  My eyes followed them
all the way down under the table to her feet.  She was bare footed and her
toenails were painted the same color as her beautiful lips.  It was clear
she'd spent some time this morning getting ready...But ready for what?

   I was trying desperately not to get hard.  I wanted to be a little
cooler than that.  I wanted to at least appear like I had some
self-control. Although I guess my performance yesterday on the couch might
have distorted that conception somewhat.

   "Morning," I said lightly as I made my way to the cupboard for a glass.

   She looked up from her paper, scrutinizing me silently for a few long
seconds, "Morning." She replied rather coldly and returned to her paper.

   I felt the temperature drop 10°.  Perhaps I'd misjudged the weather a
bit.  It felt like there was a good chance of squalls up ahead.  I suppose
her memories of yesterday were not quite as fond as mine.

   I poured a glass of juice and sat down cautiously at the table across
for her.  I felt like I was sitting my bare ass down on a hand grenade
wondering how I was gunna clean up this mess if it went off.  For a second
I wondered if that was the kinda mess that could even BE cleaned up.

   "Going somewhere this morning?" I asked her as peaceably as possible.

   "No"

   "Ummm..." She didn't appear to be in a talkative mood.

   "Why?" She added without looking up from her paper.

   "I don't know, you just look like you're ready to go somewhere."

   She looked up from her paper, tilted her head down slightly, and looked
at me over the frames of her glasses.  "And what's that supposed to mean?"
She asked.

   "Wow!" I thought.

   "Nothing." I told her defensively.  "It's just . . .  the way you look."

   "The way I...  LOOK?

   "Well, yeah...I mean...."

   She let the paper drop on the table and focused her full attention on
me. I shut up, swallowed hard and shifted my weight around on that hand
grenade.

   "And how, exactly, do I...  `LOOK ?

   I guessed we weren't finished with the bullshit after all.  I somehow
felt that maybe she should be reading a copy of, I'm OK You're OK or Sybil
or maybe something on the terrors of PMS, instead of the morning paper. 
Maybe a couple of pamphlets on anger management would be nice.

   {On a side-bar: Mom isn't like this with just me, she gives Dad his
appropriate share of bitching when needed.  Evidently, I was getting the
lion's share.  She wasn't always like this.  I'm not sure what happened to
spawn this version of my mom but I remember a time when she was relatively
pleasant and caring most of the time.  I think I was in the fifth or sixth
grade...}

   "Well, you look really..." She stared me down "...Really great like
that. I just figured you were going out, that's all." I told her but I was
pretty sure she wasn't planning on going out like that...I mean unless
there was a Pornography convention going on in town that I didn't know
about.  Maybe the advocates for legalizing prostitution were having a rally
I was unaware of.

   "I look `great' like THAT?" She repeated.  "What do you mean―
`LIKE THAT'?  Like WHAT Robert?"

   I wasn't sure what to say.  Where was all this hostility coming from? 
Jesus, I thought.  I get caught ONE TIME jerking off on the living-room
couch and shit hits the fan.  You would have thought I'd got caught jumping
up and down on her bed with dog shit on my shoes.  For fuck sake!  I didn't
know what her problem was and it was starting to get tiresome.  She was
quickly snatching away my good morning.

   "Is there something wrong with the way I look?" She questioned me.

   What was I gunna say to that?  Even if there was something wrong with
the way she looked {And there wasn't} I'd have to be brain dead {Or maybe
Larry The Cable Guy} to even mention it.

   "No, no Mom, not at all.  I just mean you look really pretty, beautiful
as a matter-of-fact , you know. . .Hot?  You'd really turn heads walking
down the street."

   "Walking down the street?"

   "Yeah."

   "Like a whore?  You think I look like a whore!?!" She asked angrily. 
"Is that what you're trying to say Robert?  Is THAT what you think of me
now?  You think your mother is a WHORE?" She stared at me waiting for an
answer.

   I felt like the fat little kid that just got caught eating everybody's
lunch.

   "No!  No!  Of course not...No..." I was floundering; already looking for
the closest exit.  "...  I mean you look like a...a...a movie star or
something." I tried to explain as best I could as I wondered how the fuck
the conversation had gone from Good-morning to "I think you're a whore."

   "Oh..." She paused.

   I took a breath while she rubbed her pretty lips together.

   "Like the star of one of those movies you like to watch in my living
room, is that what kind of movie star you mean?" She snipped and stared at
me with her pretty blue eyes.

   If I'd seen this mood-swing coming...I could have ducked.

   The truth was that Mom looked as hot as any centerfold I'd ever seen. 
My mind wandered for a moment.  I pictured my Mom in the pages of Playboy
and under the first pictur;

   Kat; A forty three year old Para-Legal from New Jersey.  Her turn offs
are working, cleaning the house and the sound of laughter.  Her turn ons
are Sports cars, Bitching, Incest porn and fucking young boys...

   "Robert?"

   "Uh-What?"

   "Well, is that what you think of me now?" She asked, taking a sip of her
coffee; the white cup a profound contrast to her red lips.  I could see her
lip prints on her cup as she set it down.  I couldn't get the picture of
those lips around my cock out of my head.  I watched her lick her lips. 
Yes, she did look like a whore; a beautiful, sexy, high dollar whore.  She
was Hot.

   "No, no!  I mean you look. . . . . .Great; I stupidly tried to lighten
the mood; Like you might be going to some `Hot Moms Convention' or a Hot
Librarian contest or somethin'!"

   "Robert. . ." She stared.  ". . .Is that supposed to be amusing?  After
what you made me do last night, now you want to make jokes?"

   "What I MADE her do." I thought.

   "I just think you look hot Mom, that's all." I told her honestly, with
equal measures surrender and frustration.  "I think you're really pretty,
that's all, nothing between the lines, no hidden meanings."

   "Is that so?" She asked staring over her glasses.

   I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head, "Yeah, that's so. . .. . . 
sorry."

   She had really taken the wind out of my sails.

   "Dad leave?" I asked knowing full well that he had.

   "He has." She told me.  "Why, something you wanted to talk to him
about?" Her tone was cold and snotty but her eyes were filled with concern.


   She kinda pissed me off.  She had obviously made an effort to look good
this morning.  Not GOOD......but SEXY.  And she did!  She looked great!  I
couldn't figure her out.  I felt like she was just "Sticking it to me". 
Was she actually going to stick with this "You made me do it" bullshit? 
Did she really think I was that stupid?  I'm 17 not 5.  It was kinda
insulting.

   I made a mental note to make it a point to find out what had turned my
mom into such a bitter person.

   "Yeah." I told her with a little attitude of my own, ready to play her
little game.

   "Listen Robert..." Her tone had changed somewhat.  She sipped her coffee
again; she looked deep in thought, like maybe she was looking for just the
right angle; the right approach.

   "I know what's going on here; what's going on in that sick little mind
of yours." She tells me.

   "You sure didn't think it was too sick last night when you were sprawled
all over the hood of Dad's MG." I thought to myself.

   "And what's that Mom?"

   She took a long leisurely sip of her coffee then set the cup down on the
table in front of her.  Thick on the dramatics.  She took off her glasses
and laid them on the table next to it.  She took a long look at the red
lipstick on her cup, ran her delicate finger over it and them rubbed her
finger and thumb together.  She appeared to be lining up her ducks......Or
just stalling for theatrical effect.  She took her pinky and dabbed at the
corners of her mouth then examined it.  I assume looking for any traces of
lipstick.  She rubbed her lips together slowly to smooth them.  The whole
thing was very erotic.

   I felt myself getting extremely warm.  In spite of the fact that
everything was going rather poorly in my option, my dick seemed to thing
otherwise.  It was kinda funny: Where I was barely treading water looking
for someplace to put my feet...  My dick was ready to jump head first,
as-it-were, into the mucky water.

   "Robert, I saw the kinds of movies you like to watch." She shot me a
quick look.  I guess to catch my reaction.  When I didn't give her one, she
went on.

   ". . .`Mothers' doing things to their `Sons'. . ." She glanced over
again then back down to her coffee cup; lightly dragging her finger through
the lipstick stain again.  ". . .  `Sons . . .  fucking their Mothers." She
stated as if she were disgusted; throwing a little more emphasis on the
word FUCKING.  Still I gave her no reaction.  " . . .Incest Robert. . . ."
She whispered as she looked up at me as if to see if I understood the
meaning of the word.

   I like Babysitter movies too but didn't think it was such a good idea to
mention it at the moment.

   ". . .And I know that you were looking at ME yesterday when your little
dick got hard again, NOT the movie." She tells me with this judgmental look
on her face and a hint of pride in her eyes.

   What?  Did she forget I was there too?  She was right about me though; I
was looking at her.

   And what's with the "Little dick?" bullshit?  I thought that was kinda
harsh.  I mean, maybe I couldn't knock the bottom out of that thing last
night but I thought I at least gave the sides a good talking to.

   "So now that you've got me under a barrow, so-to-speak. . ."

   "Under a barrow?" I protested from across the table unable to take
anymore.

   "That's right Robert.  Now...because of something that. . . . . . 
something that you wouldn't understand. . . . . .a brief lapse in judgment
that you, yourself facilitated. . ."

   "ME!"

   "That's right!  Because of that movie, the movie that YOU brought into
MY house. . . . . .I'm now held hostage in my own home. . ."

   Jesus, was this shit getting' deep, or what?

   "I know full well what incest could do to this family. . . . . .  I had
no choice last night but to submit to your dirty blackmail.  Now I have to
be subjected to your depraved, immoral behavior in order to. . . .  to. . .
.  keep this family from imploding."

   I was amazed.  Talk about your distorted view.  I actually found myself
concerned about her mental health and quietly hoped that whatever it was
she had......  skipped a generation.

   "Really. . . . . .Imploding?  That's the way you see it huh?"

   "Certainly. . .  So get on with it."

   "With what?" I asked, a bit disgusted myself now.

   "With whatever filthy things you're planning to blackmail me into doing
this morning to keep your father from knowing about all this?"

   I'd had just about enough.  She was obviously going to push this whole
thing off on me; like I was a sick fuck that held a gun to her head when
she grabbed my dick on the couch.  I wanted to ask her, if I was
blackmailing her into doing all these depraved, immoral things, then why
had she fixed herself up like a whore this morning?  Had I made her do that
too?  But I could feel the pin to that grenade rubbing up against my
asshole so I held my tongue.

   She looked into my eyes like she was trying to read my thoughts; see if
I was falling for this bullshit I guess.  I didn't waver.  I stared right
back at her and sipped my juice.

   It was hard not to stare at her.  In-spite of all the bullshit, she was
so alluring.  And even though she was playing the victim and trying to look
all pissed off, she still looked super-hot.

   We held each other's gaze until she finally looked down at her coffee.
Her voice was calm, almost sad.  "This has to end.  That's all there is to
it."

   "I'm pretty sure it's up to me when, and if, this ends." I wasn't
feeling like I was on especially solid footing in that moment.

   "No.  It's up to me.  It has always been up to me." Mom was having a
hard time looking at me directly.  "I was afraid of losing something I
didn't deserve to have anymore.  I was so busy being angry with you, and
lying to myself, that I couldn't see the truth."

   I didn't know if I completely understood what she was saying.  I all of
the sudden felt like a child again--a child that was in way over his head.

   "It's not that big of a deal, Mom.  I'll take it down a notch, and as
long as you play along everything can be good the way it is."

   "That's just it, things aren't good the way they are.  They haven't been
for a long time."

   I could tell she was trying hard to not cry.

   "What if we make a deal?"

   "I tried that with you before and you didn't hold up your end of it."

   "That was me being stupid, but this time I'm serious."

   There was a small glimmer of hope in her eyes.  "What is the deal?"

   "Just one more time, then I'll leave you alone forever.  I swear."

   She looked at the floor and didn't move for a while.  I stayed still as
my heart thumped in my chest.  It couldn't be over.  Not yet.

   "No," she whispered.  "I can't let this happen again."

   "Only one last time, Mom.  That's all."

   "What do you want to make me do?"

   "Only stuff we've already done before.  Nothing you don't want to do."

   The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself.  I waited for
the angry comeback that she never wanted to do any of it, but she didn't
make her usual denial this time.

   "This really will be the last time, Robert.  One way or another.  I
don't know why I'm trusting you, but last time means last time. 
Understand?"

   I nodded and held my breath.  She stared me in the eye for a good long
time.  I guess she was convinced that I wasn't bullshitting her this time
because she untied her robe and let it fall to the floor.  Without me
having to tell her, she took off her pajama bottoms and pulled down her
panties.  Mom then took off her top.  She wasn't wearing a bra and just
like that she was standing there totally naked.  My cock went from zero to
hard in 2.6 seconds.

   "What do you want me to do?" she asked.

   A thousand perverted things raced through my mind, but for some reason
all I wanted to do right then was give her a hug.  Maybe it was because of
how sad she seemed.  I just wanted her to not feel so bad about this
anymore for some reason.

   I picked her up in my arms and took her to my bed.  I took of my dress
too and was on bed with her in seconds.  Her warm, naked body against mine
felt so good.

   I couldn't keep myself from touching her.  My hand caressed her lightly,
roaming over her belly and thighs as she lay quietly.  My touch ventured up
and I ran my fingers over each of her soft breasts, lingering at her broad,
sensitive nipples.  They responded quickly and I felt my mother's body
relax.  Her eyes were closed, but I couldn't tell if she was taking in the
sensations or if her mind was elsewhere.

   My hand soon found its way down between her legs.  Her scratchy whiskers
had grown out so that they were curly little hairs that felt soft to touch.
As one of my fingers tickled up and down her slit, she opened up her legs
for me.  That gave me a good feeling inside, along with an excited tingle
up my back.  I gently spread her lips apart and explored deeper.  While my
hand was at work on her pussy, I leaned over her and began sucking on a
nipple.

   I had only been at it a few seconds when I felt something strange. 
Mom's hand was on my head.  Her fingers played through my hair as I suckled
her tit.  She pressed down some, pushing me against her large, pillowy
breast.  I assumed she wanted me to suck harder, and so I did.  I thought I
heard a small moaning sound coming from her, but it could have been my
imagination.  I played with her clit, kept sucking, and rubbed my hard dick
against her side.

   Mom's hand slid down to my back.  It was the first time I was almost
sure she was getting into it.  How cool was that?

   I forced myself to stop sucking her nipples, and moved my hand away from
her very wet pussy.  Her eyes snapped open and she seemed confused and
maybe a little frustrated.

   "In the living room today," I said, "if Dad didn't interrupt you were
going to give yourself an orgasm, weren't you?"

   She cleared her throat before trying to answer.  "I told you I wouldn't
do that in front of you."

   "I know that's what you said, but it looked like you were almost going
to cum."

   "Well, that doesn't matter now, so there's nothing to say about it."

   "Why don't you want me to see you have an orgasm?"

   "A woman should only share herself like that with her lover, not with
her son."

   I nibbled the side of her breast and pushed my stiff cock against her
some more.  "I know you don't want to admit it, but your pussy is soaking
wet and I can tell you're horny and excited." I let that sink in for a few
moments.  "You deserve to feel good."

   I took her hand and placed it over her pussy.  I pressed her hand into
her warm softness.  At first she didn't do anything and just let her hand
lie there.  After a minute, her fingers started to move.  Hardly at all at
first, then more and more.  She was doing it.  She was pleasuring herself
because she wanted to and not because I was forcing her to do it.  This was
the most exciting thing yet.

   Mom turned her shoulders a tiny bit, then lifted her chest up some,
bringing her breasts toward my face.  I knew exactly what she wanted.

   "Do you want me to suck your tits while you play with yourself, Mom?"

   She nodded ever so slightly.

   "Tell me," I said in a nice way, not like it was an order.

   She resisted for a few seconds, then gave in.

   "Suck my tits, Robert.  Suck my nipples for me while I masturbate."

   I gladly did what she asked.  Strangely, it felt different this time.  I
mean, her nipples felt the same in my mouth as I sucked them and ran my
tongue all over them, but knowing that I was doing it as much for her
pleasure as mine made it different...better.

   "Does that feel good for you, Mom?"

   "I shouldn't be doing this," she panted and kept right on playing with
herself.  "I shouldn't be masturbating my pussy in front of my son." She
opened her legs more and slid two fingers into her hole.  It wasn't like
when I made her do it that time before.  She was seriously fucking herself,
and totally getting into it.

   I went back to squeezing and sucking her boobs for her.  The hand that
Mom wasn't touching herself with groped around until it found my dick.  She
grabbed me and gripped it tight.

   "You like my cock, don't you?"

   "Yes," she breathed.  The wet noises from down there got louder.  "My
baby has such a nice cock.  It feels so good in Mommy's mouth." She began
jerking me with one hand while banging her pussy with the other.  "I like
tasting your cum, and feeling it on my tits."

   She wasn't holding anything back tonight.  The floodgates had burst.  I
had wanted to believe all the things she was saying were true this whole
time, but I wasn't completely sure until I heard her saying it without
being threatened.

   "I love you so much, Mom."

   I didn't know why I blurted that out all of the sudden.  I tried to
remember how I was supposed to be mad at her for cheating, and for being a
slut whore of a mother, but I couldn't be angry at her with everything that
was going on.

   "Put your cock in my mouth.  Let Mommy suck your penis one last time."

   I got up on my knees and shuffled over to where she could turn her head
and take my dick between her lips.  She sucked it, kissed it and licked it.
I loved seeing her do this to me, and I could also look down the length of
her naked body sprawled out on my bed and see her hand working over her
pussy hard and fast.  I didn't realize you could treat a delicate pussy as
rough as that and have it still feel good.  I guessed that she must know
what she was doing.

   Just as I was getting close, Mom stopped sucking.

   "Jerk yourself off for me.  Masturbate into my mouth." Her whole body
was squirming and she was probably close to getting off too.  "You like
that, don't you?  When I eat your cum?"

   "You're so nasty," I moaned as I began beating off right in her face.

   "So fucking nasty," she said before licking a drop of pre-cum from the
head of my cock.  "What does that make me?  Tell me what I am, Robert."

   I wasn't sure what she wanted me to say at first, then I got it.

   "You're a slut, Mom."

   "Yes."

   "You're a horny fuck slut."

   "I'm a slut for my baby's cock," she moaned as she thrashed around even
harder on my bed.  I started to get worried that we might wake up Dad.  "I
shouldn't be doing this," she repeated.

   "It's what whores do," I said, ready to blow, but not wanting to yet.

   "You saw me being a whore, didn't you?  You saw me spreading my pussy
for that man."

   "I did."

   "And you saw me down on my knees sucking his fat little dick."

   "I'm going to cum, Mom!"

   "Right in my mouth, baby."

   My balls clenched, and that funny feeling ran up my spine.  I pointed
the end of my cock at my Mom's open mouth, and let my cum squirt onto her
outstretched tongue.  Spurt after spurt shot out of my cum hole.  Some of
it landed on her lips and chin.  I hadn't seen my mother look that happy in
months.  She didn't have to hide it this time.

   "Uhh...uh...uh...mmmmm!" she grunted as all her muscled tightened up and
her hand moved faster than ever down between her legs.  Her hips came up
off the mattress.

   She was holding my load in her mouth, but when she started cumming she
swallowed it down.  Right a she did, her orgasm really took off.

   Her legs shook, and she clenched her jaw tight to keep from screaming
out.  She moaned and groaned and bucked against her hand for about five or
six seconds then all of the sudden went limp.  Her body fell slack and the
only sound was her breathing hard.

   I stared at her in awe.  I'd never seen anything like that before, and I
knew I wouldn't ever forget it.  Her body was shiny with a light coating of
sweat, making her even more sexy than she already was.  Her fingers
continued to tickle up and down her swollen pussy lips.  I wasn't sure what
I should do, so I just knelt there with my dick in my hand and waited.

   "Oh, God, why did I do that?"

   It made me feel a little bad that she was regretting it so soon.

   "It felt good though, didn't it?"

   "Yes," she sighed.  "I obviously can't deny that."

   "And you really like sucking my dick and swallowing my stuff?"

   She gave a little chuckle.  "No comment," she said, then licked her
lips.

   "Want me to suck your boobs some more?" I was desperately trying to find
a way to keep her in my bed with me.

   Mom turned to me with a strange, hungry look in her eye.

   "Since this is your last hurrah, how would you like to suck something
else for me?"

   "Like what?" My heart raced.

   She bit her lip, like she was reconsidering and I got a little scared
she was going to change her mind.

   "How would you like to suck Mommy's cunt?"

   It was like a bucket of ice water got dumped over my head.  Not only was
my mother asking me to lick her pussy, but she actually said the dirtiest
word ever invented!

   "I haven't had my cunt sucked in years.  This might be my only chance."
She must have noticed the big grin on my face.  "You like hearing me talk
like that, don't you?"

   "I never thought that you even knew the word cunt," I told her honestly,
"much less say it in front of me."

   That got a giggle out of her.  "Well, I figure at this point I've done a
lot worse in front of you.  What harm could one little word do?"

   "So...you seriously want me to lick your, um...cunt?"

   "Seriously." The tone of her voice let me know she meant it for real.  I
quickly got down between her legs, realizing that I had no idea what to do.
"I'm going to spread my pussy lips open, and I want you to lick it up and
down nice and soft at first." Problem solved.

   As soon as I got comfortable, my mom parted her outer lips.  Her smell
was strong; probably because she just had an orgasm.  It was all wet, and a
darker shade of pink than it ever was before.  I was so glad she came into
my room before I turned off my lamp.  My face was just inches from my mom's
pussy--inches from her hot, wet cunt--and I could see everything clear as
could be in the dim light.

   "You've tasted mommy's pussy before," she said softly.  "You're not
scared, are you?"

   "No," I answered right away.  "I just wanted to look at it for a
second."

   "Take your time.  When you're ready to start, remember slow and soft,
okay?"

   It was almost too much for my brain to handle.  This was really going to
happen.  I was actually about to suck on my own mom's pussy.  I thought
about it a lot when I was jacking off, but I didn't think I would actually
get to do it.  God, she smelled good.

   A thin dribble of nearly clear pussy juice was leaking out of her hole.
I decided to start there.

   I closed my eyes, leaned in, and stuck my tongue out.  The instant it
made contact with the warm flesh of my mother's most private place reality
melted away.  I was in another world.  All that existed was the sensation
of her.

   Mom let out a small moan as I licked around her hole, making sure I went
slow like she told me.  Her flavor was more mild than I expected from the
way it smelled.  Her pussy tasted like nothing else.  It wasn't sweet, or
bitter.  It just tasted like...Mom.

   As I was licking she continued to hold her pussy lips open.  She began
moving a little, pushing herself against my tongue.  I worked my way up to
where her inside lips were.  I licked them slowly, and kind of flicked them
with my tongue some.  She seemed to like that.

   "Shit, that's good," she groaned.  "Suck my pussy lips for me, honey."

   I did as she instructed.  I carefully took one between my lips and gave
it a light suck.  Another moan told me I was doing it the way she wanted. I
pulled away slightly without letting go, tugging her delicate flesh before
releasing.  I sucked on the other one the same way.

   "I can't believe my son is sucking my cunt right now," she said
breathlessly.  "Do you like it, Robert?  Do you like eating Mommy's pussy?"

   "It's awesome, Mom.  I love it." I went right back to it.

   "Suck my clit, baby." Her finger tapped the spot she wanted my mouth to
be on.  "Right here.  Suck Mommy's cunt right here.  Nice and easy."

   I gave it a little kiss first, and heard Mom gasp.  The hairs stood up
on the back of my neck.  I suddenly realized that I might be able to make
her cum.  It was more than I'd dreamed of to just see her do it for
herself. I never dared think that she would let me get her off.

   After another soft kiss, I gave it a lick.  I was easily able to feel
the hard little nub of her clit.  I zeroed in on that and wrapped my lips
around it, sucking gently.  Mom must have turned her head and buried her
face in my pillow because her long moan was muffled.  The muscles of her
legs tightened up and her thighs closed in against my ears.  I was lost in
heaven.

   I thought I knew what it felt like to have power over her.  I thought I
knew what it meant to be in control.  Now, with my mouth lovingly locked
around my mother's most sensitive spot, I realized what it was to truly own
someone.

   I could make her moan for more with a quick kiss, make her catch her
breath with a swirling lick, or make her squirm with a firm, well-placed
suck.  She was helpless.  Completely at my mercy.

   Even so, I had no desire to use this power against her.  All feelings of
anger and resentment were gone.  I didn't want to hurt her, or make her
suffer.  I wanted to please her.  I wanted to be the one to give her what
she needed.  It was all about her now, not me.

   "That's it," she panted.  "You're doing good.  Suck and lick at the same
time...yes, just like that.  Oh, fuck, right there, Robert.  You suck
Mommy's pussy so good."

   Hearing her saying all those dirty things, and telling me how good I was
doing, made me want to do it even better.  I never wanted anything as much
as I wanted to make my mom cum right then.

   Her hands moved away from her pussy lips.  I took a peek and saw one
slide up to her tits.  She grabbed one of her boobs and squeezed it
hard--harder than I ever had.  She began pulling and twisting her nipple.
Her other hand ended up on the back of my head once again.  Like the other
time, she lightly pressed my face more firmly against her pussy.

   "Yes, just like that," she said in a raspy voice.  "Keep going...a
little faster...good...yes...suck my pussy, baby...suck mommy's cunt...make
mommy cum...yes...make mommy's cunt cum..."

   Mom was humping herself against my face.  My jaw was hurting a little,
and my tongue was starting to get tired, but I kept going as fast as I
could.  She was almost there.

   "Oh, fuck, yes...eat me...eat my cunt, Robert...Oh, Robert...yes!  Yes!
Unnnnggggghhhh!"

   She grabbed my head with both hands, and she shoved her cunt against my
mouth.  Everything was happening at once, and it was all a blur.  I
couldn't breathe, but I didn't stop sucking and licking her clit as her
legs clamped tight around my head.  I heard her scream into my pillow.  If
someone was out in the hallway they would have been able to hear it for
sure.

   Then just like that she was pushing my head away.  Her whole body
shivered, then it did it again.  She covered over her clit like she was
trying to protect it from me.  I thought maybe I did something wrong.  Then
I heard her laugh breathlessly.

   It sounded beautiful.  A mix of pure happiness and satisfaction.  For
the moment, she didn't have a single care in the world.  I felt strangely
proud, knowing I gave her that feeling.

   "Was that okay?" I asked selfishly.

   "Give me a second, honey...whew..."

   I waited.  The coolness of her pussy juices drying on my cheeks was a
nice sensation.  I kissed the inside of one of her thighs.

   "Mmmm...that was very okay." She tussled my hair.  "My horny, young
man." She uncovered her pussy and trailed her fingers up over her mound. 
"But I've got one more..."

   "One more what?"

   "I can feel it.  One more orgasm in there that needs to come out." Her
touch moved down to her saliva-drenched clit.  "Put your finger in me."

   I wasn't sure I heard her right.  "But you said before that--"

   "It's okay now, I want it.  Find my hole with the tip of your finger,
and then slide it inside my pussy."

   I didn't have to be told a second time.  I did as she asked.  The
opening to her vagina was wetter than ever.  I circled around a few times,
then pushed my index finger slowly inside.  It felt weird, and amazing, and
softer than anything else in the world.  So perfectly warm, and wet.

   Her cunt flexed and clutched around my finger.  It startled me at first.
I didn't know how strong a woman could grab onto something with her pussy
like that.  I right away thought about what it would be like to feel her do
that to my dick.

   While I was sliding my finger into her slick hole, she had begun playing
with her clit again.  It was like we were masturbating her pussy together.

   "You can put two fingers in if you want," Mom said in that same
seductive voice I'd heard her use with the stranger back when I first
caught her.

   I added a second finger and it felt like I was stretching out her hole
when I did.  It didn't seem to hurt her at all though.  Just the opposite.
She was moving her hips and kind of fucking my fingers back as I worked
them in and out.

   "Turn your hand around, honey."

   It took me a second to figure out what she meant, then I rotated my hand
so my palm was facing up.

   "That's it," she said.  "Now press your fingers up and keep moving in
and out."

   I pushed my finger up against the top of the inside of my mom's pussy. I
never realized there were so many different parts and things down there on
a woman.  It was more complicated than I ever imagined, but I must have
been doing it right because she began moving faster and letting out short
little moans while she rubbed her clit harder.

   "Fuck Mommy's pussy with your fingers." She was already getting close to
cumming again.  "You like that, Robert?  You like having your fingers in my
cunt?  Fucking Mommy's pussy with your fingers?  Oh, fuck, that's it right
there...nngggghhhh!"

   And just like that, she was wracked with another intense orgasm.  She
just about crushed my fingers, but I kept them buried in her hole as she
thrashed around and fought not to scream out.  I could feel a surge of
wetness suddenly soaking my fingers and running down onto my bed.

   "Holy shit, that felt good," Mom stammered.  "We might both end up in
therapy for the next ten years, but that cum was worth it." She chuckled to
herself.

   It was pretty great that she was able to make jokes about what we were
doing.  It had turned me on back when she was always mad at me for forcing
her to do dirty things, but I realized that it was even hotter when she
wanted to do nasty things voluntarily.

   Her hand moved down to where my fingers were stuck inside her.  She felt
around where they entered her, then gently eased my hand back until my
fingers came out of her.

   "As good as it was, I can't do this all night.  We have to finish it."
She toyed with her swollen pussy lips enticingly right in front of my face.
"I suppose you want to make yourself cum one more time before we're done?"

   "Definitely."

   "How do you want it?

   I took a longing look at her pussy.  "In there."

   "Oh, honey, no." She didn't sound upset, but more like she was sorry
about it.  "You don't want to fuck me.  It might seem like a good idea to
you now, but you'll always regret it if you do.  Trust me."

   It was a long shot, but I had to at least give it a try.

   "Okay, then how about your butt?"

   A look of shock came across her face.  "I'm certainly not going to let
you fuck me in the ass!  My, God, Robert!"

   "No!  I meant I want to I jerk off on your butt."

   "Oh." She smiled.  "That we can do."

   "Roll over," I said.  When she turned onto her tummy it almost felt like
I was back in charge again.  A buzz of excitement went through me.  Another
jolt followed when I got a good look at my mom's ass being served up for my
pleasure.

   "How's that?" Mom looked back at me over her shoulder and gave her
backside a little wiggle.

   "Perfect."

   "I don't know why you'd want to cum looking at my flabby old butt."

   "You've got a nice ass, Mom, and you know it." I was kneeling on the bed
next to her, and reached down to grab a cheek in each hand.  "I love it." I
massaged my mom's full ass.  She rested her head on my pillow and relaxed
while I fondled her.

   "Your father used to love it, too," she said wistfully.  "I don't even
think he notices it anymore."

   "Did you ever let Dad fuck you in the ass?" The question just popped
out.

   Mom chuckled.  "Are we playing truth or dare now?"

   "Sorry."

   "Well, it's not like I have any dignity left to protect, so I might as
well be honest.  Yes, your mother takes it in the ass on occasion."

   By this time I was jacking off with one hand and feeling her butt with
the other.

   "Do you like it, Mom?  You like getting fucked up the ass?"

   "When everything is just right, it can feel really good.  There's
something very naughty about having a cock back there that makes it
special."

   "You're such a fucking slut."

   "I can be," she agreed with a sly smile.  "How are you doing back there?
Sounds like you're beating that cock of yours pretty hard."

   "I'm going to cum all over your big, beautiful ass!" I exclaimed and
pulled my dick faster.

   "Mmmm...that's my horny little boy.  Cum on Mommy." She reached around
and began rubbing her own butt.  She dug her fingers into her fleshy
backside, and even gave herself a little spank.  "You like my ass?"

   "Fuck, yeah!"

   "What about this?" She lifted her hips and spread her butt cheeks apart
with her hands.  "You like this, too?"

   I couldn't believe what she was showing me.  I would have cum instantly
on the spot, but I think I went numb all over for a minute.

   "I...um, yeah...oh, hell, yeah!"

   "Can you see it?  Can you see my asshole, Robert?"

   "I see it, Mom."

   "Cum on it.  I want you to jerk off on Mommy's asshole.  Can you do that
for me?"

   "Sure!" I never expected my mom to act that way.  "You're so damn
nasty."

   "This might be my last chance to have some fun for a long while to come,
no point in holding back." She waved her ass in front of me, showing off
her asshole in all its glory.  I was about ready to pass out.

   "I'm gonna cum," I warned her.

   "Cum on my asshole, honey.  Put the tip of your cock right up against it
and cum all over it."

   I quickly did what she said and touched the end of my cock head right up
against her butthole.  The second I made contact I started gushing spunk
all over it.

   "Oh, fuck, Mom!  Holy fucking fuck!"

   She giggled into my pillow as I milked that last of my jizz out onto her
rear end.

   "Put your finger in there," she said as the spasms were still going
through me.

   "Are you kidding right now?"

   "I have to cum again," she said urgently.  "Stick one of your fingers in
my asshole."

   Mom's gooey butthole was so slick with my spunk that my finger went in
easy.  As soon as it did she moaned a happy moan and started fingering
herself again.

   "Fuck my ass, honey.  Go ahead.  Finger fuck Mommy's asshole."

   I pumped my finger in and out.  It was even tighter than her pussy, and
her asshole muscle gripped my finger hard as I fucked her.

   "This is so wrong," she said half into my pillow.  "I shouldn't be doing
this with you, Robert.  I'm the worst slut mother...God, that feels
good...my son's finger is in my asshole...I'm going to cum...oh, fucking
hell am I going cum!"

   Her fingers were going wild on her pussy, and my finger was making loud
squelching sounds as I jammed it deeper into Mom's ass.  Her butt was going
every which way as she brought herself to another orgasm--or maybe it was
more than one, because she was practically flipping out for three times as
long as before.

   When she finally stopped thrashing around, she started laughing again.
It was such a good laugh.

   "Mmm...don't take your finger out yet, honey.  Give me a minute."

   I stayed where I was, with my finger in up her butthole and my cum
smeared all over her ass crack.  She was fiddling lightly with her pussy
still, and every few seconds she would clench her ass around my finger.

   "I'm sorry," she said after a while.  "That was too weird, wasn't it?  I
shouldn't have asked you to do that."

   "It was pretty crazy," I agreed, "but I liked it."

   "You like playing with your mommy's asshole?" She laughed that playfully
seductive laugh once more.  "We make quite the kinky pair, don't we?"

   She reached around, patted my hand, then took hold of my wrist and
slowly drew my finger out of her ass.  I was happy to see it was perfectly
clean, except for a thin coating of my cum.

   I lay down next to my mom.  Neither one of us said anything for a long
while.  It was nice just to have her there beside me.  I thought about how
angry I was with her before and felt shitty about it all.  She was lonely
and horny.  It wasn't all her fault that she was looking for a little
excitement that Dad wasn't giving her.  What she did with that guy was
stupid, but at least I could understand why she did it.

   "Do you hate me?" I asked in a small voice, afraid of what her answer
might be.

   "You're my son.  I'll love you no matter what, Robert." She put her hand
tenderly on my chest.  "I was more angry with you than I'd ever been in my
life at first, but I know it had to be difficult for you to deal with
walking in on me and seeing your own mother acting like a shameless whore."
She kissed my shoulder.  "We both made mistakes."

   "I'm sort of glad we did."

   I wanted to hear her say the same thing back to me, but instead she just
gave my chest a loving pat.  Her thumb played casually over my nipple, as
if it was the most natural thing in the world.

   "You know, Mom, we don't have to stop if you don't want."

   "Haven't you had enough for one night?" she teased.

   "No, I mean you can keep coming to my room at night and I can make you
feel good when you want.  That way you don't have to go find strangers to
do it with."

   "If there's one thing I can promise, it's that my stranger days are
over." She snuggled a little closer to me.  "I appreciate that you want to
be there for me, but it can't happen, Robert.  Even if I wanted to, we
would eventually get caught.  You may not see it now, but it would ruin
your life.  It would ruin everything if it happened that way."

   "But I know you like it, and it feels good for you, doesn't it?"

   "This has to be the end of it, sweetheart.  It doesn't matter that it
feels good.  It's bad on so many levels.  Satisfying my sexual needs isn't
your responsibility, and it never should be.  Stopping now while we can is
the best thing for both of us.  Trust me, sweetheart."

   I was afraid to say anything else because I didn't want her to know that
I was getting choked up over this.  I didn't want to look stupid in front
of her and start crying like a baby.

   "Everything will be fine," she whispered.  "You'll see."

   Her hand caressed my chest a little more, then moved down to my stomach.
Her finger twirled around my belly button.  I never wanted her to stop
touching me.  After a little while her hand was on my cock.  I was more
than halfway hard, and I got stiff again right away.  She squeezed the head
gently, tickled the length of my shaft, and cupped my balls in her palm.

   "Would it be okay if I sucked your penis just one more time?"

   Like she even had to ask!  "Sure, but I don't know if I can cum again."

   "That's okay.  I just want to feel you in my mouth."

   She reached over and turned my bedside light off.  Her body slid over
top of mine.  Her big, soft tits pressed against my belly.  She kissed the
tip of my cock, then gave it a couple sensuous licks.  Mom took me between
her lips.  The warm wetness of her mouth, and the experienced motions of
her tongue, lulled me into a trance.  I felt like I was floating in space,
and I was nothing but my cock, and Mom was the only other person that
existed.

   She sucked my penis, and licked my balls.  She rubbed it on her cheek,
and ran the tip of her tongue along the slit of my little cum hole.  My mom
was taking her time.  She was doing this for herself, not for me.  It had
to have been almost twenty minutes before I said something.

   "I think maybe I'm going to cum."

   Mom began sucking me with a purpose after that.  She held onto my balls
as her head moved quickly up and down.  The small sucking sounds she made
as she did it were making it even better.  Then, when she started moaning
with my cock in her mouth, that was the best.  I couldn't help but thrust
my cock deeper.  She took it without a problem and so I basically began
fucking her face.  She kept moaning and bobbing her head up and down along
with my thrusts.  The whole time she was gripping my balls tighter, but it
didn't hurt at all--it felt fucking fantastic!

   Seconds later I was shooting yet another one of my loads down my
mother's throat.  She sucked really hard, like she was trying to get every
single possible drop of cum out of me.  Mom forced my cock as far into her
mouth as she could and held it there.  She finally pulled back, and my dick
came out of her mouth with a loud pop.  She gasped for air.

   "Shit that was good," she murmured in a hoarse voice.  "I never would
have imagined that I'd love the taste of my own son's cum so much." She
gave me one more quick suck, then slipped out of bed.

   I listened to her getting her things on in the dark and tried to ignore
the empty feeling that was growing inside me.

   "Goodnight, Robert." She came to the side of my bed, leaned down and
gave me a kiss on the lips.  I could smell my own cum on her breath.  I
made a desperate grab for her breasts.  Mom stayed where she was and let me
squeeze and feel them through her robe.  "You understand that this is it,
right?  No more fooling around between us." She kissed my forehead.  "For
our own good, yes?"

   "Yes," I managed weakly.

   "Tomorrow we're back to normal, like none of this ever happened."

   She stood and headed for the door.

   "I love you, Robert."

   "Love you, too, Mom.  I really do."

   And with that she was gone.  I knew she was right about everything, but
that didn't make it hurt any less.





   (8)

   Mom wanted to avoid me and to her good luck my aunt Fajeena asked Mom
for help.  She asked to send me or dad to help her settle into her new
house.  Her husband was on a bussiness trip and she only had a daughter in
the house.  She was needing a man to move big things.  My dad quickly
agreed to help out but then it was obvious that he had a hard on for my
aunt, my mom stopped him from going.  Mom decided to go herself along with
me.

   Once we reached her house we found her house was in disarray.  Boxes
were scattered everywhere and her living room was cluttered with household
items.  Mom started helping aunt Fajeena in arranging the kitchen and I was
asked to look after the boxes.  I unpacked and arranged some of her boxes
in a reasonable order.  I was nearly done, when I opened a box full of my
aunt's panties.  It startled me and I started to close up the box but the
silk fabric and colors mesmerized me.  They were small and feminine and
seemed full of secrets.  I slipped my hand into the box and it felt as if I
was brushing my hand against the silky skin of a woman.  My dick got hard
instantly.  My head filled with hot air and my hand was keen on touching
every panty.  I imagined myself laying under a circle of women, raising my
hand out and brushing my fingers against their wet panties and pussy lips.
At the bottom of the box, I felt something that seemed out of place, a
large plastic scepter that I couldn't identify.  When I pulled it out, I
discovered it was a pink fleshy dildo.  I dug it back under the panties,
closed the box and sealed it shut just as my aunt walked in.  My mouth went
dry.

   "Are you playing with my panties?" she asked.

   "No!" I said.  I was holding the box close to me to hide my hard on.

   "Isn't that what boys your age do?" she said.

   "What--I don't know," I said.

   She walked over to take the box and I was ready for the humiliation of
my giant hard on.  To my good luck her daughter entered the room and
started talking to her.  I was annoyed of my cousin, Not that she ugly or
anything but I just wasn't interested in my her.  However I was thankful to
her at that time because of her intervention my hard on subsided.

   By evening it was obvious that there was a lot of work still left.  My
mom gathered her things to leave but aunt Fajeena requested her to let me
stay for the night.  I was beat but I was eager to get home and jerk off.
"Robert why don't you just stay the night here," my mom announced, as a
gesture to resolve the issue.  My Mom said said her goodbye to her sister
and left.  "We'll get started early tomorrow morning" my aunt said.  It was
good to hear that there was no more work.

   "You're going to have to forgive me baby.  I think you might have to
sleep in my room tonight honey." She said sadly.  "Oue beds are yet to be
unfolded and I only have mattresses in rooms." She was packing something
into a box in the kitchen when she said this so I didn't think twice before
saying,

   "That's no problem aunt; I can sleep on the floor."

   "Don't be silly baby.  The floor is really dirty," She replied.  I
wasn't going to argue with her over this.

   "Very well then, I guess it can't be helped." I had just finished this
sentence when I realized what we were really talking about.  I would be
sleeping in the same bed with my beloved aunt.

   "I'm going to take a shower," she yawned "But you better turn in soon,
we have an early day tomorrow." She said it in a tone of authority that my
mother used to use when I was still young.

   Her room was for the most part empty except for her mattress and a night
stand.  I hadn't brought any extra clothes because I thought I would be
sleeping on the couch or in my cousin's room somewhere.  So, here I was
debating on whether I should just sleep with my clothes on.  I was
embarrassed by both thoughts of having my clothes off or having my clothes
on.  Finally, without further deliberation I decided to sleep with my
undershirt and jeans still on.  I tucked into the far side of the bed and
turned over to face the wall.  I wanted to create the illusion that I was
already asleep when she returned.  As I lay there I could feel my dick
beginning to get hard.  I hadn't even seen her yet but my dick was already
preparing for the female that would soon arrive.

   "Baby...  are you asleep already?" she whispered.

   "No not yet..." I replied.

   "Do you think tomorrow we can move this old, heavy cabinet out of here?"
she asked.

   I rolled over to see what cabinet she was referring too.  She was
wrapped in towel and was drying her hair.  Her legs and arms were gleaming
in the light.

   "Yeah I'm sure we can manage" I choked.

   "Good," she smiled.  "I thought it would be too heavy." She said.

   "Now turn around you little perv, while I put something on." She said
jokingly.

   After a couple of seconds I felt her slide into bed finally.  I kept to
my side and shut my eyes as if I'd fallen asleep immediately.  She got
under the covers and lay on her side leaving a generous gap between us.  It
felt weird sharing the bed and I tried to force myself to sleep but then I
remembered the dildo packed at the bottom of the box.  I wondered if she'd
used it in the bed we were now sharing.  I had flashes of her legs wide
open as she pushed the dildo into her moist pussy.

   An hour later, I heard her breathing even off.  My dick was hurting from
being hard for so long.  I decided to just jerk off in bed as discretely as
possible and started rubbing my self but the bed immediately began to
shake. I put my other arm out in hopes of stabilizing the bed but it did
nothing and my aunt ended up turning over against my hand.  I stopped.

   Her soft round ass was practically cupped in my hand.  I pulled away
slowly but allowed my hand to slide along the back of her smooth legs.  She
didn't move an inch.  My hand ran up and down her thighs and I imagined it
was my dick brushing against her skin.  I couldn't help but stroke my cock.
I wanted to cum hard all over her sheets.  Suddenly I felt her body move
and I stopped again.

   My heart was banging against my chest and the room was quiet enough to
hear my cousin snoring down the hallway.  Her arm came out from under the
blanket and I expected her to turn the light on but she didn't.  I heard
her mouth moving and then what sounded like her spitting.  I didn't move,
stiff as my dick.  Then she brought her hand back under the covers and went
right for my cock.  I nearly nutted right there and then.  Her hand was as
wet as a pussy and she stroked my dick like she'd been doing it for years.
I lay there not knowing what to do, acting as if I was asleep with a hard
on.

   Her small hand seemed even smaller as she took a hold of my pulsating
cock.  "Oh God...  its so big...  and so hard" she gasped.  It seemed she
wasn't going to let go anytime soon.  She knew I was awake as she pointed
my dick downwards between her ass cheeks.  I was under the notion that she
had panties on but I was pleasantly surprised to find that this wasn't the
case.  Sure she had put "some" clothes on.  She had just forgotten the
panties.  The tip of my cock pushed into one of her ass cheeks.  I could
care less, that I was nowhere near the mark.  I just wanted to feel her
body with my cock.  I pushed forward letting the precum of my dick smear
all over her ass cheeks and back.  She wanted to guide my dick between her
ass cheeks but I was too excited and too impatient.  Suddenly she squeezed
hard...  very hard.  It didn't hurt, not in the least; my solid cock was
just stopped momentarily as she whispered,

   "Wait baby."

   She held me in place as she maneuvered herself in position for my cock
to enter her mature pussy.  She leaned forward a little to give me a better
angle and then pushed her ass back.  My dick could feel the folds of her
pussy and a couple of times I felt I could finally penetrate.  However, the
juices from her pussy kept my dick sliding forward or backwards but never
deep center.  My left hand that had spent most of the time fondling her
breasts headed downwards now, to assists my cock to the task at hand.  I
could feel the hair of her pussy and it was soft and wet.  I found the
entrance to her pussy and used two fingers to hold the lips open.  From the
other side I pressed my cock forward until I finally got my tip inside her.
She whimpered and sighed,

   "God I've missed this feeling so much."

   I squeezed forward and was ready to impale her then and there but I
noticed there was too much resistance.  Either, she was squeezing me out or
her pussy was too small.  When I attempted to dive my cock all the way
inside her, she pulled away from my grasp.

   "ow, ow, ow, ow...." She painfully cried.

   "You're too thick baby..." She giggled as she resettled herself.

   Perhaps it was the fact that had been not been penetrated for far too
long.  Perhaps it was because she was just too small.  Perhaps it was a
combination of the two.  She turned around to face me.  We hadn't seen each
other's faces since it all began and now I could see her depraved and cock
starving plea that painted her face.  My aunt, the one who was like my
second mother, was laying here hungry for my cock and I was dying to give
it to her.

   "I think I know how we can do this." She offered.

   She stood up and scurried to turn the lights on.  Her shirt did very
little to cover anything.  Her ass was plump and my cock ached at the
seductive movement of my aunt walking gingerly towards me.  She pulled the
sheets away leaving me stark naked on the bed.  She gazed hungrily at my
cock that was pulsated with the rhythm of my heart.  She moved my legs
together and straddled me, her pussy landing on one of my knees.  I lifted
my leg higher to feel the soft treasure she had between her legs.  After a
short while she smiled and came forward like a mother lioness.  I came up
to meet her kiss and our tongues wrestled in each other's mouths.  Her
ample tits softly settled on my chest and my cock kept grazing her pussy as
we tasted each other.  Finally she went down to inspect my cock.

   "God no wonder it didn't just slide in...  look how thick it is..." she
said amazed.

   "It's your fault tha..." I trailed off as I saw her wrap her mouth
around my dick.

   I had gotten my dick sucked before and I had seen countless of pornos
where girls suck the life force out of men.  This however was different. 
My aunt wasn't sucking my dick...  she was eating it.  She let her saliva
slide down my shaft and she hustled to swallow as much as she could.  She
would then take it out of her mouth only to inspect it again.  She would
then lick the sides until finally my dick was completely shiny with the
natural lubrication of her mouth.  Once she was satisfied with her work she
lifted herself off my legs and quickly made her way up to my cock.  I could
only stare in amazement as she did all the work.

   "Watch this..." she said seductively.

   My right hand held my cock at its base and pointed him upwards.  She on
the other hand grabbed my cock from the top and led him into her pussy. 
This time my cock slid more easily through her lips.  I watched my aunt
gradually drop all her weight on to my throbbing spear.  Slowly, my cock
started to disappear into her, until finally she got all 7 inches into her
womanhood.

   It was hot inside her.

   She rocked back in forth slowly, letting my dick feel the inside of her
glorious pussy.  I enjoyed seeing her tits sway back in forth.  As she got
more comfortable with me inside her she rose a little and we both looked
down to see our copulation.  It was fucking beautiful.  Her neglected pussy
had covered me completely in her juice and the veins on my cock shined in
the light coming from the hallway.

   She was still looking down at what was left of my cock when I buried
back inside her.  She immediately threw her head back, taken aback by the
force behind my thrust.  I had been patient until now.  My aunt had
lubricated me well enough and she was already in ecstasy, no longer
concerned with my size.  I sat up and wrapped one arm around her while
keeping the other one behind me to offer support.  I began to fuck her at a
sustained rhythm, fucking her upwards from that position.  Her legs were
draped to either side of me and her arms were draped around my neck. 
Although the position didn't allow my cock to come out very far I could
still feel the walls of her wet warm pussy as my cock came in and out of
her.

   The smell of her hair was intoxicating.  It was the soft feminine scent
my aunt always had.  This unlocked another sudden burst of urgency...  this
is my aunt I'm fucking.  I laid her on her back less softly then I had
hoped.  My dick popped out of her pussy and was already eager to plunge
back inside her warm pussy.  She reached up to me and said

   "Come to me baby."

   Like a mother asking her baby to walk towards her, when he's still
learning his first steps.  Little encouragement was needed however.  She
had just finished saying "baby" when I stabbed my piston back inside her.

   "I'll show you baby..." I said loudly.

   My thrusts were becoming more full in there length.  I could pull almost
all my dick out and impale her all over again from this position.  There
was nothing to impede my progress any longer, as my balls slammed into her.
The smacking sounds after ever penetration filled the empty room.  I was
sucking on her tits when she yelled out,

   "Oh God I'm cuming baby."

   Indeed she was.  I could feel her pussy throbbing and her juices spilled
all over me as I paused to see the beautiful display.  She squirmed with my
cock still inside her as she had a full body orgasm.  I dropped my head
again to suck on her tits as she kept cuming onto my dick.  Slowly, I began
to propel my dick into her again.  But suddenly I go the urge to have her
suck my dick so I pulled out of her and brought it to her awaiting mouth.
She gargled it down and I fucked her face with the same determination I had
just fucked her pussy.



   I couldn't believe what I was doing to my aunt.  This was the same aunt
who used to shower me with presents every Christmas and every birthday.

   This was the same aunt who hosted every Thanks Giving dinner for us, and
here I was towering over her with my cock deep inside her mouth.  A couple
times I grabbed her by the hair and slapped my dick on her face.  She only
giggled and said,

   "what are you doing baby...  let me suck it already..."

   After having received my ointment from her once again I went back down
to her pussy.  I realized that I had not given her the same attention she
had given me so I dove my tongue and mouth onto her pussy.  Like a savage
wolf trying to eat her pussy.  She tasted like heaven and I licked her
until my jaw got tired.  I was going to take a look at her face when I felt
her hand on the back of my head.  She wanted me to continue eating her out.
I couldn't complain and instead wanted to grant her, her wish.  I buried my
mouth between her pussy and licked inside.  I could here her coo in
pleasure and I couldn't help but grab my dick and play with it as I ate her
out.  Finally she let me back up and said passionately,

   "I want you to fuck me hard baby.  Fuck me like an animal."

   My dick was drying out from being out too long.  That quickly changed
however, as her pussy lubricated me once again.  I fucked her roughly
trying to reach deeper insider her womb.  I wanted to fill her insides; I
wanted to fuck up everything inside her.  She lifted her legs off the bed
as I in pumped downwards, crushing her body deeper into her mattress.  My
thrusts then turned from being rough to outright violent.  I lifted her
legs up over my shoulders and rammed her pussy until her head was dangling
of the side of the mattress.  I didn't care if she slid onto the floor as
long as her pussy stayed with me.  In time she did slide off and only her
ass was on the bed, the rest of her body dangled down to the floor, her
head resting against the carpet.  I had my way with her from this position
for a good while until she pleaded to me to let her turn around.  She was
crawling back onto the bed when I jumped her.  Like a confused bitch she
turned back to see me preparing to assault her doggy style.

   She bent down letting her tits fall onto the bed and at last I had a
perfect view of her pussy.  It was light pink inside with white creamy foam
around the edges.  I still hadn't come inside her but the precum and her
wet pussy had made a nice mixture inside her pussy.  I once again led my
dick into her pussy this time with less force but with more speed.  I
fucked her with the eagerness that only a young stud could provide.  My
dick slid into her ready to release its load.  I could see her ass wiggling
in response to the dizzying speed of my thrusts.  Eventually I had to slow
down as I could feel my cock preparing to fire.

   Unlike my previous ejaculations this one came deep from within me.  My
balls tensed and my dick got even harder.  My aunt sensed what was
happening and she reached back and began fondling my balls, my dick still
deep inside her.

   "Cum for me baby...  Cum..." she pleaded. ..

   And with that I injected a hot, white, milky, stream inside her. 
Filling her up like a jelly doughnut.  My dick pumped and pumped my sperm
inside her.  I didn't move...  I couldn't...  It was as if I had become
paralyzed.  She slowly brought her hips and ass down to the bed...taking me
with her.  I laid on top of her with my cock now covered in our mess.  I
could feel her breathing hard underneath me.  I somehow managed to get up
to inspect my work.  I gently persuaded her to open her legs a little.  Cum
oozed out of her...

   I rolled over and laid beside her...  she then reached down and grabbed
my now semi hard cock....

   "Good boy...  now go to sleep" she whispered.

   I dozed to sleep with my limp cock inside my aunt's hand.  The next
morning I found myself in the same position with my shorts mysteriously
back on and the sheets thrown over me.  I sat up and I felt the sheets
under me sticking to my body still damp and musty.  I was thrilled to know
it wasn't a dream.

   When I finally exited the room I discovered my aunt and cousin at the
table having breakfast.  My cousin was quiet, chewing on bacon but my aunt
was chipper and loud talking about her plans for the day.  She was already
prepared to leave for some shoping and offered me some of the left over
eggs in the pan.









   (9)



   The next few days were rough.  I tried to forget about all the stuff
that had been going on, and go back to being normal like Mom said, but
every time I saw her I just wanted to rip all her clothes off, and let her
suck my cock or stick my fingers in her pussy or up her ass.  All I could
do was look at the pictures and the video and jack off whenever it got too
much for me to handle.

   One morning I was eating a bowl of cereal at the kitchen table before
school and Mom was making scrambled eggs for my dad, when he walked in with
just his boxer shorts and a t-shirt on.

   "Susan, where's my gray suit?" Even if it wasn't for the tone of his
voice, I would have been able to tell he was annoyed because that's the
only time he uses Mom's whole name like that.

   My mom froze and didn't answer right away.  Something was wrong.

   "Oh, darn it." She turned with a pained look on her face.  "I'm sorry. I
meant to pick it up from the dry cleaner's yesterday, but I completely
forgot."

   "For fuck's sake, are you serious?"

   "Your blue one is clean Jerry, can't you just wear that?" she offered
quickly, trying to salvage the situation.

   "I wore the goddamned blue one the last time I met with these guys.  You
want me to look like a one-suit moron?  It's the vice-president of the
whole region, Susan, is that so hard to get through your thick skull?"

   "I know, I'm sorry, it's my fault.  I can call and see if the cleaners
are open and run over right now if they are."

   "Don't be stupid," my father fumed, pacing back and forth in his
underwear.  "Even if they are open, which they probably aren't, there's not
enough time."

   "How about your black suit--"

   "I'm not going to a fucking funeral, Susan.  Jesus Christ, what is it
with you lately?  You've been walking around with your damn head up your
ass for weeks now!  Losing the credit card bill, then running the car
battery dead, and now this."

   "I'm sorry," she repeated.

   I'd seen my mom and dad have arguments like this before and never really
paid much attention.  This time was different.  I was getting really angry
about how he was treating her.  And I was even more pissed off that she
just stood there and took it so submissively.  I felt a stab of guilt when
I realized that if she wasn't that way then I probably would have never
gotten away with making her do all those things with me when I was
blackmailing her for sex stuff.  I was just as much of a shit bag as my
father was...maybe worse.  I didn't exactly know it at the time, but I was
definitely taking advantage of that submissive side of my mom's
personality.

   "If you had half a fucking brain you'd be dangerous," my dad growled as
he stormed off to deal with his suit crisis on his own.

   Mom looked at me with watery eyes, and an expression of profound
embarrassment.  She wanted to say something, but instead turned back to the
scrambled eggs with her head bowed.  I felt a big lump in my throat.  For
the first time ever I thought about going and punching my asshole father in
the face.  He wasn't a big guy, but he could still probably pound the crap
out of me if he wanted.  Not being able to do anything about it made me
even more mad.

   I got the hell out of there, and spent the rest of the day at school
being pissed off.

   When I got home I was relieved that my mom wasn't there.  I went on the
computer in the living room and surfed around for a while.  I didn't know
what I was looking at--my brain was a million miles away.  I didn't even
notice that my sister Sarena was home from school until the TV went on
behind me.

   "Get out of here, puke," I snapped at her.

   "No, you get out, butt wad." She plopped on the couch and began flipping
through channels.

   I started up a stupid game of solitaire.  After a while Sarena spoke up.

   "Are you in trouble?" she asked.

   I ignored her.

   "Robert, are you in trouble or something?"

   "No.  Now shut up."

   "Then why is Mom acting so weird toward you?"

   "She's not acting weird.  Watch your gay show."

   "It's on a commercial, jerk face." She pouted behind my back for about
three seconds.  "And she is too acting weird."

   "Okay, fine, you want to know what's going on?"

   "Yes." I could hear the eagerness in her annoyingly peppy little voice.

   "Mom told me not to say anything, so you have to keep it secret."

   "I will.  Tell me."

   "Nah, I shouldn't.  You're too young."

   "Am not, Robert.  Stop being a suck head."

   "Fine.  Mom accidently walked in my room and caught me masturbating."

   "Oh." She was quiet for a few moments.  "What's masturating?"

   "You're such a baby, you don't know anything." I laughed at her and
watched her get more upset.  "Masturbating is when a boy plays with his
dick or a girl plays with her twat."

   "Oh, I already knew what that was."

   "Did not."

   "Yeah, huh."

   "How?"

   "I seen Daddy do it before."

   This got my attention.  I turned to face her.

   "What do you mean?"

   She bit her lip and looked away, staring at the TV like she realized she
said something she shouldn't have.

   "Hey, I told you my secret," I reminded her, "you have to tell me
yours."

   She chewed her lip for a few more seconds.  "Sometimes when you and
Mommy aren't here Daddy watches TV with me and I sit on his lap.  His
thingie gets hard, you know, and a couple times he took it out and pulled
on it to make it get soft again.  I only didn't know what doing that was
called, that's all."

   "What else happens?"

   "Something comes out.  It's not pee.  It's white and kind of gloppy
looking."

   "No, I mean does Dad do anything to you?"

   She bit her lip and shrugged.  "I don't know."

   "I'm not going to tell," I assured her.

   "Daddy said I wasn't s'posed to tell anyone or I'd get in trouble."

   "I'm your brother, you can't get in trouble from me."

   "He sometimes rubs here between my legs." Her hand went down to her
crotch to demonstrate.

   "Does he hurt you?"

   "No," she answered slowly.  Her cheeks blushed.  "It feels okay, I
guess."

   "I'll bet it does." I was totally blown away by all of this.  I never
would have guessed my father was molesting my little sister.  Maybe that
explains why he wasn't interested in taking care of Mom in the bedroom
lately.

   "What's a twat?"

   "Huh?" I realized Sarena was looking at me expectantly.  "It's that
thing between your legs that Dad likes to rub."

   "Oh, Daddy says it's called a pussy."

   It was weird hearing her talking about all this, but I liked it in a
way.

   "It's called a lot of different things

   "Are you in trouble for Mom seeing you masturating?"

   "It's mastur-bating," I corrected her.  "I'm not really in trouble,
everybody does it.  It's just that Mom was a little freaked out when she
saw how big and sexy my dick is." It was stupid, but also kind of fun to be
teasing her with all this talking dirty.

   "Eww, gross." She flipped around a couple of channels.  "You're not
going to tell, right?"

   "Not if you don't want me to."

   "I like it when Dad watches TV with me," she said without looking at me.


   It seemed that being a horny slut ran in the family.

   "Fine, but if anything happens that you don't like, come tell me. 
Okay?"

   She nodded.  I turned back to the computer and a plan to turn this to my
advantage began to form in my mind.

   It only took me about a week and a half to gather up everything I needed
to pull it off.

   Things were tense around the house for everyone.  Dad seemed intent on
bickering with Mom over any little thing.  Mom wasn't exactly avoiding me,
but I think she was having a hard time being 'normal' around me, especially
with Dad harping on her all the time.  Sarena wasn't talking as much,
either, and she was spending more time by herself in her room.  In the
middle of all this, I was pissed at my asshole father and couldn't let him
know that I was angry at him.  I felt bad for my mother and just wanted to
give her a hug and let her know it was going to be okay, but I didn't trust
myself not to do something stupid, like grab her butt while I was trying to
comfort her.

   As shitty as it all was, I made it to Sunday morning and everything was
in place to execute my big plan.  This was it--all or nothing.

   Sarena had spent the night at a friend's house and wasn't due home until
after lunch.  Dad was off at the hardware warehouse like he was every
Sunday, and Mom was just getting into the shower.

   I made the phone call.  The plan was in motion.

   I gathered up everything and went quietly into my parents' bedroom.  I
quickly connected our video camera to the TV they had in there, and then
rigged up the bed.  The water in the shower turned off.  I checked my
watch. The timing was almost perfect so far.

   The nauseous feeling in my stomach got worse as I stood there waiting
for my mom to finish drying off.  If the next part didn't work, the plan
would be completely screwed.

   The bathroom door opened and I heard her coming down the hall.  My heart
beat faster.  She stepped into the room.  There was a towel wrapped around
her head like a turban, and another around her body.  Her tits were
squeezed tight and were barely contained.  She was startled when she
noticed me standing there.

   "Oh!  Robert, what are you doing?"

   "There's something I have to do," I said in a nice way.

   "What's that?" She went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of panties.

   "I need to lick your pussy and make you cum."

   She froze for a second.  Then chuckled.  "Very cute, Robert.  Not going
to happen."

   I stepped up behind her.  She could see me in the reflection in the
mirror mounted over the dresser.

   "Yes, it is." I was using the most confident voice I could.  "Because I
know you want it."

   "No..." there was no conviction to her denial.  "We're not doing this
anymore.  You promised."

   I tugged at her towel and it fell away leaving her naked.  She didn't
even try to stop it from dropping to the floor.  I kissed the side of her
neck.

   "All I've been able to think about is the taste of your pussy, Mom.  I
need it."

   "Your father--"

   "Is an asshole." I reached around and cupped my hands over her freshly
showered breasts.  "And won't be home for at least another hour."

   "We can't do this..." Even as she protested, she leaned back against me.

   "Have you been thinking about sucking my cock?"

   "No...I..."

   I let one of my hands slide down her body to her patch of downy hair.

   "Yes you have." My fingers toyed with her lower lips.  "You want my cock
in your mouth, and you want one more taste of my cum.  Don't you, Mom?"

   "Yes..." she whispered as my finger parted her lips and found her wet
hole.

   "Go lay on the bed and spread your legs for me."

   "Are you blackmailing me?"

   "No.  I just want to make you feel good." I circled my finger around her
clit to prove it.

   "We have to be quick," she insisted.

   "Don't worry, I'm almost about to cum just looking at you."

   This made her smile.  She pulled away and moved across the room,
removing the towel from her head and letting her wet hair free.  She got
onto the bed, settled back, and opened her legs just as she'd been told. 
God, what a beautiful sight that was.

   I was expecting her to put up more of a fight, but she must have been
wanting this as much as me.

   She watched me anxiously as I went to the side of the bed.  I took her
wrist, lifted it, and moved it toward the bedpost.  That's when she noticed
I had attached a strip of cloth there with a loop.

   "Robert, no, honey...you don't need to do that."

   I slipped her hand through the loop and cinched it snuggly around her
wrist.  "I don't need to, but I want to." I moved around to the other side
of the bed.

   "There's not enough time.  Your father could come home early."

   I took her free hand and tethered it securely to the other bedpost.  She
didn't even try to resist.

   "I'm going to tie you down, then lick your pussy, then cum in your
mouth. There's nothing you can do about it except be quiet and enjoy it. 
Got it?"

   She nodded, looking worried but excited.  Now that I understood how
submissive she was, it made this a lot easier.  I slipped a loop over her
left foot and tightened it.  She had to spread her legs a little wider for
me to get the other foot secured.

   There she was.  My mom naked on the bed, spread eagle and helpless.  I
looked her over hungrily.  I loved how her whole body shivered with
anticipation; her pussy lips already swollen and flush with excitement.

   In that quiet moment, the sound of the garage door opening was plain to
hear.

   Mom's eyes went wide with panic.  "Someone's here!  Your father!  Untie
me, hurry!"

   "Relax," I said more calmly that I thought I was capable of.  "I'll take
care of it."

   I walked out of the room, leaving her in a state of near terror.

   She may have been able to hear our voices downstairs, but probably not
what was being said.  She would have at least been able to tell for sure it
was my father who had returned early.  Mom definitely would have heard two
sets of footsteps climbing the stairs and coming down the hallway toward
her bedroom.  I knew this would be difficult for her, but it had to be
done.

   Mom was pulling against her restraints when I stepped into the room
leading my blindfolded father along behind me.  She instantly went still,
holding her breath in shocked confusion.

   "This must be one helluva surprise," my dad said as he gamely played
along, feeling out ahead of him blindly.  "What is your crazy mother up to
this time?"

   "You'll see," I promised and led him across the room toward the old cast
iron radiator.  I maneuvered him into position, making sure he was facing
away from the bed.  "Okay, now hold your hands out in front of you."

   My dad stood there with a dopey smile and held his hands out palms up
like he was expecting some kind of present.

   "Susan?  You there?" he called out bemused.  My mom didn't make a peep.

   The chain clinked noisily as I lifted it.  This was the trickiest part
of the plan, so I had to move fast.

   "What the heck is that?" my father asked, his tone more curious than
suspicious.

   Before he had time to realize what it was, I clapped both handcuffs
around each of his wrists.  The smile instasntly dropped from his face.

   "Robert, what's going on?  What is this?"

   I quickly moved away and stood between him and the bed.

   "Don't say anything," I instructed her.  "Trust me."

   Trusting me looked like the last thing she was ready to do.  Her face
was an angry red.  Despite the look of hatred she was giving me, I couldn't
help but notice how hard her nipples were in the middle of all this.

   Dad pulled the blindfold off and turned around.

   "What the hell--" his sentence was choked off when he saw his naked wife
tied to their bed.  A dozen emotions flashed across his face before a
thunderous rage fixed his expression.  "Susan, are you all right?  What's
he done to you?  Robert, let us go this instant!"

   "Dad," I said in as steady a voice as I could muster.  "Shut up and
listen."

   "You little shit!" He charged at me but only had enough slack to make it
about two feet before being brought up short, like a noisy little dog on a
leash.  The handcuffs were threaded through a chain that I got from the
garage, which was looped around the heavy iron radiator.  He kicked out at
me, but wasn't able to reach.

   "Robert, what are you doing?" my mom sobbed behind me.

   "What I'm going to do," I unbuttoned my shirt as I spoke, "is lose my
virginity."

   "Are you fucking insane?" my father lashed out again.

   "Dad, I'm going to fuck your wife right in front of you, and you're
going to watch quietly, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it."

   "If that's what you think, you perverted little fucker, then you got
another think coming!  You stop this right now, otherwise I'll see that
you're locked up for the rest of your insane life--if I don't kill you
first myself."

   "Robert," my mother pleaded, "do what he says.  Let us go and we can
figure this all out."

   I dropped my shirt on the floor and went over to where the video camera
was rigged up to the TV.  I hit the play button and a shadowy image of our
living room appeared on the screen.

   "What the fuck are you playing at?" my father growled angrily.

   "I said that you were getting a surprise when I called you, didn't I,
Dad?"

   On the TV screen my Dad appeared and sat down on the sofa.  A few
seconds later Sarena came in with a big bowl of popcorn and set it down on
the coffee table.  Dad patted his lap, and she hopped up and settled her
butt over top of his groin.

   "Turn this off right now!" my father yelled.  "Susan, tell your son to
cut the shit this instant!"

   "Robert, what is this about?" In her heart I think she already knew. 
"Jerry?  What am I going to see on this video?"

   "Nothing, Susan, I swear it's nothing!" He pointed at me with cuffed
hands.  "It's him, he's trying to trick you with some kind of sick game. 
Turn this off!"

   Mom watched as my father's hand drifted down her daughter's body and
found its way between her legs.  She parted them willingly and let him rub
her down there.

   "Jerry, no," Mom gasped.  "She's only eleven for God's sake."

   I fast forwarded to the part where he took his cock out and stroked it
as Sarena watched with an innocent smile.  At one point he invited her to
try and she gave his dick a few tugs.

   "It's not...I didn't..." my father's voice trailed off feebly.

   "Turn it off, Robert," my mom said coldly, "I've seen enough."

   My dad stood there with his head hung like a man defeated.  I looked at
Mom, and she met my eye.  There was pain, but there was also something
else. Something much darker and more powerful.  She now understood exactly
what I was doing.

   I undid my pants and took them off.

   "Dad, take your pants down."

   It took a second for it to sink in that I was talking to him.  He looked
up.  "What?  No."

   "Do it or this video goes straight to the police.  How do you think that
will impress the regional vice-president in charge of asswipes?"

   His face went from an angry crimson to a pasty pale color in a matter of
seconds.  He began fumbling with his belt buckle.  "What are you going to
do to me?" His hands shook violently as he pulled down his zipper.

   "Do what I say, and maybe I'll let you get away with it.  Fuck with me,
and I'll destroy your life."

   His pants slid down his bandy legs.  He looked like a pathetic fool.

   "Please don't take this out on your mother.  She didn't have anything to
do with it."

   "Aren't you the chivalrous motherfucker all of the sudden?" I taunted.
"Drop your shorts, too."

   He hesitated, but all I had to do was glance toward the video camera and
he followed orders quick enough.  I told him to kick his pants and
underwear away out of reach and he did it.  He was left standing there with
his hairy balls and limp cock hanging out.  He was a beaten man.  But I
wasn't done with him yet.

   "Now you're going to watch while I fuck Mom the way she deserves to be
fucked." I pulled my own underwear off.  My cock was only half hard, but I
knew it would be at full strength in no time.  "If I see you closing your
eyes, or turning away, that video goes to the cops.  Got it?"

   "Got it," he answered in a hushed tone.

   I turned to my mom.

   "You don't need to do this, Robert.  You've made your point," she said,
trying to make me see reason.

   "He's got to see that you're not his anymore." I glared at my father. 
He wasn't able to meet my eyes.  His dick and saggy balls just dangled
there, withered scraps of useless hairy flesh.

   I approached the bed and leaned over my emotionally brutalized mother. I
caringly sucked one of her nipples, using my tongue and lips to try to
soothe her.

   "Robert..." she breathed.

   "It's going to be okay, Mom.  I promise."

   I kissed my way down over the warm swell of her tummy and smelled the
fragrant scent of her sex.  The hairs stood up on the back of my neck and
my cock pulsed to full length.  I kissed and licked her furry lips, then
ventured deeper.  I caressed the delicate skin of her smooth inner secrets
with my mouth.  She couldn't resist squirming under me as I explored her
vulnerable pussy.

   "When was the last time you did this for her, Dad?"

   All he could do was look on dumbly.  I went back to work on Mom.  I knew
how she liked it and I did it just the way she taught me.  She tried to
hold back, but she was completely at my mercy.  It took nearly five
minutes, and my tongue was about to give out, but I got her to cum.

   Mom did her best not to make any noise, but she couldn't completely keep
in a strained moan.  It didn't matter, anyone who knew anything about women
could tell she was having a powerful orgasm.  Damn, it felt good to be able
to do that to her.  And right in front of my good-for-nothing father on top
of it all.

   I checked to make sure he was still watching.  He was.  Not only that,
but he had a hard-on with a long dribble of pre-cum drooling from the end.
I almost had to laugh.  Mom wasn't lying when she told me I had a bigger
dick than he did.  It almost made me feel sorry for the clueless bastard.
Almost.

   I made sure he got a good look at my hard cock, before I turned and got
myself in between Mom's legs.

   "Don't let him do this to you, Susan," he whimpered pitifully.

   "There's nothing I can do to stop him." She looked up at me with her
big, sad eyes.  "If he wants to fuck me, he's going to do it no matter what
I say."

   "I love you, Mom ," I whispered only loud enough for her to hear, then
pushed my hips forward.

   My cock found her opening as naturally as if it was made just for me. 
The tip entered her, and the world went all blurry.  I eased my shaft into
her tight wetness.  My mother's vagina received her own son's cock like it
was the only purpose it ever had.  I pushed myself all the way into her
until I couldn't go any deeper.

   "I love you, too, Robert.  Oh, God, I love you so much."

   I didn't really know the first thing about how to properly fuck a woman,
so I just did what felt natural.  I began sliding my dick in and out of
her. She couldn't move much with the way I had her tied up, but she matched
my thrusts as best as she could.  Mom was fucking me back.

   It was by far the best feeling I'd ever experienced in my whole life by
a thousand miles.  I resolved to do this every single chance I could as
much as I could.  My cock was wrapped in the softest, warmest, wettest
embrace imaginable and there was nothing that could possibly exist in the
universe that was better.  Not only did I actually have my dick in a pussy
for the very first time, but it was my beautiful mom's pussy.  The most
loving and accepting pussy that I would ever know.

   "I love your pussy, Mom," I blurted out as I pumped in and out of her.

   "I love your cock."

   "I'm already about to cum..."

   "Don't cum inside me, baby." She wasn't being quiet about it anymore. 
It was like the two of us were the only ones there that mattered.  "Please
don't cum in my pussy."

   I fucked her more and more.  I wouldn't have been able to stop even if I
wanted to.  Mom was humping her pussy up to meet my thrusts and letting out
increasingly louder moans each time my cock reached the deepest part of
her.

   "I'm cumming, Mom!  I'm sorry, I have to...ahhhh!"

   Everything lost its meaning for a few seconds, and I pushed myself as
deep as I could go inside my mother's pussy and released every ounce of
sperm I had to give.  I came so hard it made my balls ache.  It was the
best pain I ever knew.

   "Oh, God, don't stop," my mom cried out.  "Fuck me, Robert!  Fuck me!"

   As soon as my brain kicked back into gear I did what she was screaming
for.  I pulled back and jammed my cock into her, then did it again, and
again.

   "Harder!  Fuck me harder!" she screamed.

   I poured every bit of strength I had into giving her what she needed. 
She was close to coming by the sound of her begging and I wanted to make
her feel as good as I did.  I rammed my cock into her cum-filled pussy hole
as hard and as fast as I was able.

   "Fuck my cunt!  Fuck my slutty fucking cunt with your big cock!"

   A chill ran up my back when I heard her yelling that, knowing my idiot
father could hear it all.

   "Oh, God...oh, shit...oh, shit, yes!  Yes!  Yeeeeees!"

   And just like that my mother came on my cock.  I'd done it.  I made a
woman cum with my dick.  It was the most powerful feeling I'd ever known. I
kept fucking her as best as I could with her bucking and thrashing under
me. She pulled against the restraints with all her strength.  It was so
sexy the way her muscles tensed up and flexed all over her body.

   "One more, one more," she panted.  "Fuck me!  More, more, more, yes!"
She came again almost before her first orgasm was finished.  Holy shit this
was awesome.

   Her body relaxed.  Her eyes were closed.  She was breathing heavy.  Her
huge breasts rose and fell enticingly.  Her body was covered in a slick
coating of sweat.  She was perfect.

   The best part of all, though, was when I saw the little smile on her
face.  That's when I was a hundred percent sure that everything was going
to be all good.

   I waited almost a minute before finally pulling out of her.  A trickle
of my cum spilled out of her pussy hole when I did.  I knew I'd never see a
sexier sight than what I was looking at right then.

   I got out of bed and faced my father.  His hard-on was starting to
droop. I noticed a puddle of spunk on the floor in front of him.  The loser
had actually gotten off watching his son fuck his wife.  The good thing was
that there was no hiding from it.  He knew he was humiliated beyond all
hope at this point.  There was no question that I had absolutely no respect
for him, and he had lost all authority over me forever.

   "Never heard her cum like that before, have you?" I commented as I
passed by him.  He could have reached me easily and probably done some
damage, but he just stood there and let me go.

   I disconnected the video camera and packed it up.  I then went and
carefully undid Mom's restraints.  First her feet, then her hands.  There
were some red marks, but nothing too bad.  I put my clothes on, reached
into my pants pocket and took out the key to the handcuffs.

   "He's all yours." I handed her the key and walked out.

   I went to my room and waited.  I knew what I thought would probably
happen, but I couldn't be completely sure.  There wasn't any yelling or
screaming.  I heard someone go up into the attic and come back down.  A
little while later the garage door opened and then closed.  Everything was
quiet after that.

   About an hour later there came a tap at my door.

   "Yeah?"

   The door opened and my mother peeked her head in.

   "It's just me," she said in a soft voice.  "Are you okay?"

   "Forget about me, what about you?"

   "He's gone." Mom stepped into my room.  She was wearing her bathrobe,
her hair in a wild tangle that despite everything that just happened was
sexy as hell.  Even with her puffy red eyes.

   "Is there anything I can do?"

   "I could use a hug."

   I sprung out of my bed and went to her.  I wrapped my arms around my mom
and squeezed her tight.  She melted into me, her face pressed against my
neck.  It made me feel strong for some reason.  He was gone.  The reality
of it was barely beginning to sink in.

   "What now?"

   "I called Sheila's mom and arranged for Sarena to stay over again
tonight."

   "Okay..."

   "I don't really want to think about tomorrow just yet." She kissed me on
the cheek.  "Do you want to come lie down with me for a little while?"

   "Yeah, sure."

   I followed her to her bedroom.  I couldn't help but notice that it still
smelled like sex.  The puddle of Dad's jizz had been wiped up.  The closet
door stood open and most of his shirts were missing.  The chain and
handcuffs were lying by the radiator.

   "Where did you manage to get those things?

   "Joey's uncle was a cop.  He swiped them last summer when they went to
visit."

   "I can't believe you planned all this yourself."

   My mom stepped up to me and began unbuttoning my shirt.

   "Um, yeah...I had to do something."

   She pushed my shirt off my shoulders and ran her hands over my chest,
looking at me admiringly.  It gave me a good feeling all over.  She gave me
a nice kiss on the lips, and I felt even better.

   Mom went over to the bed and shrugged off her robe.  She was naked
underneath.

   "Come lie down with me," she said then slipped under the covers.

   I hurried to strip off my pants and underwear, and join her.  She
snuggled up into the crook of my arm, resting her head against my shoulder
just like you see in all the romantic movies.  Mom's naked skin against
mine was electric.

   "I want to be sure you know that I had no idea he was doing that with
Sarena.  Did she tell to you about it?"

   "She told me, but don't worry, she's okay.  She doesn't know it was
anything bad, and he wasn't doing anything that was really hurting her."

   "Still, he's her father."

   "And you're my mother."

   "That's different." She didn't seem sure about this.  "I mean, you're
practically a man." Her hand moved down and gripped my cock.  "You are a
man.  She's just a child."

   "We're all fine," I assured her.  "Don't worry."

   "I won't.  Not today, at least."

   She stroked me until I got hard, which didn't take long at all.

   "And you're not mad at me for fucking you without permission?"

   "I should be, but I'm not.  But the next time I tell you not to cum in
my pussy, you better listen."

   "There's going to be a next time?"

   "You'll find out soon enough." She gave my hard dick and tight squeeze.
"There is one thing I'm mad at you for."

   "What is that?"

   "You promised you were going to put your penis in my mouth and you never
did."

   "Nothing's stopping you now."

   She looked up at me with a strange expression, a kind of shy desire. 
She wanted to say something, but didn't quite want to say it.  I quickly
figured it out.

   "Listen you whore, I want my cock sucked."

   "No." She shot back.  "It's all covered in dried cum, I'm not going near
that disgusting thing."

   I pulled the covers back, and pushed my mom's head down toward my
crotch.

   "You're going to put my cock in your mouth, Mom, and swallow my load
like a good little slut or you'll be sorry."

   "Mmm, I thought you'd never ask..." she wasn't able to say anything more
because I was shoving my dick halfway down her throat.

   Yes, everything was definitely going to be good from now on.