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 The Package - Part One Author: Anak Vagu - andrusius@gawab.com Themes: mF,
mom-son, voyeurism, teasing, nylon fetish

   by Anak Vagu, copyright 2004, Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this
work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly
indicated.

   Right after I turned 16 several things began to change in my life.  The
beginnings were several bizarre occurrences that a young man would only
dream about.  My father died when I was 9.  As far as I knew my mother
Ellen (42) did not have any boyfriends during the seven years since my
father died.  My mother is very petite with 34c breasts she is slender with
a wonderful sort of mom ass.  It is not enormous and not small.  Just right
and plump.  I knew her as a conservative executive for a large Eastern
corporation.  I have to admit being a sucker for a woman in lingerie.  Like
many young men my age I wondered into my mother's room one day to examine
her store of lingerie.  My heart pounded as I sifted through her lacey
panties and bras.  I nearly fainted when I discovered her store of
pantyhose and stockings.  I bought a pair thigh high stockings for my
girlfriend Ann but she wouldn't wear them because she thought they were too
slutty.  I should not get too carried away here, for I only found one pair
of black lace top stockings in my mother's drawer.  But thoughts sifted
through my mind as to when she wore them and whom she wore them for?  Did
she wear them for my dad, or did they have no sexual connotation
whatsoever? Naturally my forays into my mother's undergarments expanded to
her laundry basket.  Her soiled undergarments regardless of what they
looked like were worth their weight in gold.  I think she began to be
suspicious when I volunteered to do laundry.  She was quite pleased with
this arrangement.  But, no sooner had these investigations began when she
caught sniffing the sweet crotch of a pair of her cream colored pantyhose.
"Aaron", what are you doing?  I couldn't answer to save my ass.  I turned
several shades of red and I can't imagine what she thought when she saw me
there with an obvious trouser minnow in my sweatpants.

   Of course this changed our close relationship.  Her reaction was not to
scold me, but she wanted me to move to a room in the basement, which was
just off of our entertainment room and garage.  There was a bathroom down
there and I guess because I was getting older she wanted to make sure we
both had our privacy.  Reluctantly she allowed me to continue to do the
laundry though.

   I was sexually active with my girlfriend Ann for about a year.  What
started as kissing eventually evolved to oral sex and then full blown
fucking.  But like any young man in my position I wanted to try everything,
the problem was that Ann did not.  It was during one of our lovemaking
sessions that another one of these bizarre occurrences took place.  It was
a Friday afternoon and my mother usually does not arrive home until 5:30.
It was around 4 and Ann and I were fucking on the couch in the
entertainment room.  I was trying to coax her in to letting me fuck her up
the ass.  Come on I said we've done just about everything please let me
fuck your hot ass.  At least let me rim you baby.  NO it's too disgusting.
It was during this session of pleading for some ass when it occurred to me
that I did not close the garage door when I got home from school.  It was
when I was asking Ann if I could jam a finger up her ass when I noticed my
mother in the doorway to the garage.  When I saw her I thought she was
going to flip out.  But she stood there for a moment and leered at Ann and
me.  I think she hung out in the stairwell and listened for a while. 
Aaron, Ann whined, your too big to fuck my ass.  Just get a condom and fuck
me I have to pick up my brother in 30 minutes.  At that I opened one of the
condoms that I put on the end table next to the couch.  I knew I hadn't
heard my mother yet go up stairs.  So I just got down to business.  After
Ann rolled the condom onto me I pulled her on top of me and forced her on
to my cock.  When Ann would start to moan got that would almost always make
me come.  But knowing that my mother was in the stairwell I figured I would
try to give a verbal performance.  Oh yeah Ann fuck me with that hot pussy.
Oh your so big she said.  She starting screaming fuck me with your big fat
cock.  I was hoping that my mother was getting all of this.  I had Ann so
worked up from foreplay that she started screaming in orgasm within
minutes. Are you going to come for me baby I shouted come on come for me
sweetie.  She moaned uncontrollably saying yes yes Aaron I'm cumming.  At
that I was so fired up that I threw her on the floor, whipped off the
condom and jammed my cock in her mouth making her eat my come.  I told her
that I think my mother is coming home early today.  She got dressed and
split.

   When I went up stairs my mother was still in her work clothes in the
kitchen.  She had on a beige skirt suit with matching colored hose.  In my
opinion she looked flushed her cheeks were red.  She said I was worried
about you, in fact a year ago I thought your were gay.  But in the future I
would appreciate you not that sort of thing on my expensive furniture. 
When she said this it should be noted that I could tell she was nervous,
her speech was not fluid it was sort of cracked and breathy.  I couldn't
say anything other than ok, but I shit you not, she was smiling at me and
looking me up and down.

   I went out to hang out with Ann again that night.  To my surprise she
dumped me.  Years later I would find out that she was kind of uncomfortable
with having sex with me.  Later that night when I got home that night I was
totally bummed about it.  When I went down to my room I noticed that the
door was ajar and that in the doorway were the beige pantyhose that my
mother was wearing.  The crotch still smelled like pussy and they were
still moist.  Was this a gift or a reward?

   The following week Ann was already dating some jock and telling everyone
that I was a big time pussy and that my dick was small.  Over these two
points I would get into several fights that week.  My mother was pissed
about this.  I was not a boxer by any means, but I can't say that I lost a
fight either.  I explained to her that these fights were not my fault, I
really did not want to fight anyone.  But when someone is calling you a
pussy and laughing about your supposed small cock you need to learn to kick
some ass.  My grades began to fall not bad, but bad enough for my mother.
She dragged me in to see a guidance counselor who suggested that I try the
alternative high school.  By the end of the week I was enrolled there.  I
really did not know a whole lot of people there, but I enjoyed it.  The
school had an open campus policy, which meant if you did not have class you
were free to do what you wanted.  You weren't confined to study halls and
that sort of thing.  The one person I did know was my friend Robert.

   Robert was two years younger than me and lived in the house behind mine.
We used to hang out a lot when we were younger.  We played little league
together and that sort of thing.  He lived in the house right behind ours
with his mother Roberta.  I always thought it weird that son and mother had
so similar names.  I must admit that from a very young age I had a bit of
crush on Roberta.  She was a divorced Latina around the same age as my
mother.  She had long dark hair, which at one point I remember was so long
it was down to her ass.  She was quite short, but had a wonderfully plump
ass that would make me drool with excitement as I would watch her prance
around Robert's house in business suits or whatever.  I mean that was thing
that really turned me on about Roberta and my mother as well, they both
dressed well.  Not sexy in a come fuck me now sort of way, but in a classy,
seductive erotic manner that left brush burns on cock from jacking off so
much.  Roberta's breasts were wonderful as well, I believe they were about
a 36C.  In any event I always found her delicious.  Hanging out with Robert
again renewed the fire in loins that I had for his mother.

   After a few weeks at the new school I made some friends and began to
settle down.  It was on a Thursday night when my mother told me that she
did not want me to go out on Friday night because she was expecting a
delivery and she would not be around to pick it up.  I was disappointed
because Robert had invited me over to his house to hang out.  Instead I
just hung out alone.

   So, it was Friday evening and I was home as my mother had wished.  But
no sign of said package or of my mother - which is odd because normally she
would call and let me know when she would be home.  Around 7:30pm my mother
called informing me to just stay put and that the package would be home
later.  Well I made myself some dinner hung out in the entertainment room,
which is adjacent to my bedroom.  I began to get a bit pissed because of
the absence of my mother and the whereabouts of this bizarre package, which
was to be delivered during off hours.  Around 11:00 without a sign from
neither my mother or the package, I went to bed.  Because my mother usually
sleeps upstairs I have grown accustomed to going to bed with my door open.
It was really late when I was awoken by the sound of voices.  As I groggily
looked at my clock to see what time it was 12:25, I heard the voice of my
mother and another male voice.  I got up from bed and noticed that the
lights in the entertainment room were on.  As I looked out into the
entertainment room from my bedroom I saw my mother making out with some
dude on our couch.  She was wearing a rather conservative looking outfit
and for whatever reason this made the scene that was playing out before my
eyes all the more exciting.  She had on a dark blue plaid skirt and a cream
colored blouse, dark blue pumps and navy blue tights that had thick
horizontal stripes that made her legs look so toned and hot.  I took in
this sight wondering if it were some sort of dream as I plopped down into a
chair in my room which looked directly out into the entertainment room. 
The man was rather portly and had on a suit.

   "So your wife and kids are away for the weekend Gary." Yeah the portly
fellow replied.  "And you need a hot piece of ass to tide your over?" "Yeah
Ellen" he giggled.  "Good" my mother replied.

   Gary, I thought, with wife and kids.  While I could not see the fat
fucker's face I knew who he was.  He was a co-worker of my mother's.  He is
fat and hardly attractive at all.  But that is not necessarily a problem.
The problem is that he has the personality of trailer trash despite be an
educated professional.  He is the kind of back slappin' idiot that makes me
quiver and I was about to watch my mother get it on with him.

   "Isn't that your son's room", Gary asked.  "No he sleeps upstairs" she
replied.

   What the fuck, I thought, this was a lie.

   "Is son home is that why we are down here." "No he is spending the night
with one of his friends."

   Another lie.  Now this was getting interesting.  Here was my mother
about to have sex with one of her nasty co-workers.  She wanted me to stay
home to wait for a "package" which never arrived.  She lied about these
things.  It then occurred to me that Gary could not really see me in my
room.  This was because of how the lights were set up.  We have over head
rack lights, which it occurred to me, were all directed towards the couch
where my mother was straddling this fat guy's lap.  My mother got off of
Gary's lap then she turned towards my room.  And, I shit you not, she was
looking right at me at she began to pull her blouse out of her skirt and
started unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a lacey blue bra that was
straining to contain her 34C's.  Surprisingly she did not fully take her
blouse off it was just open like that.

   Looking right at me, she started saying Do you want to fuck me?

   "Oh yeah," Gary said.

   "Do you want to fuck my ass", she said again looking right at me.

   "You know it Ellen, I would love to come in your ass".

   "Does your wife do Anal?"

   "No"

   "My husband was into it.  It took me awhile to be able to enjoy it
though."

   Then she turned around and unzipped her plaid skirt letting it fall to
her feet revealing her ass only covered in her striped/ribbed Navy Blue
tights.  I know I gasped as I realized that my mother was not wearing
panties.  It was just so sexy to see the white globes of her ass hiding
behind her relatively conservative hosiery.  Verification of this fact came
shortly after when Gary blurt out "I didn't figure you the kind woman to go
without panties.  That's kind of slutty and kinky."

   "I took them off before we went out.  You couldn't tell I wasn't wearing
panties when you felt me up in the bar?"

   My mother then tugged apart Gary's trousers and shoes.  Pulling his
pants and tighty whities off his legs.  I just could not envision this
fatty have a big cock, but I guess my mother needed some loving.  I really
just wanted to jump in there and enjoy the fun.  The next thing I know my
mother is bobbing her head up and down in Gary's crotch obviously giving
him a blowjob.  Damn this looked so hot.  She really knew what she was
doing to.  I heard the obvious slurp of her lips and tongue smacking and
lapping up Gary's minute member.  This sight was almost unbearable to
watch. This fat guy moaning on the couch that I watch TV on while my mother
is half naked giving him a blowjob.  Did she really want this guy? 
Couldn't she find anyone better?

   A few moments later Gary pulled my mother up from her knees and her
pulled her blouse from her shoulders.  He fondled her breasts through her
lacey bra and worked his hands down to her fine ass as she was rubbing her
nylon-covered crotch over his wimpy manhood.  That bastard.  That's my ass
I thought.  God I wished so much at that moment that it was me that she was
servicing.  To rub the fine globes of that pantyhose covered ass would be a
dream.  Eventually Gary fumbled my mother's bra undone and played with her
titties a bit.  I could not see her titties because her back was to me at
the time.  No problem her ass was a lovely view.  Then I heard an obvious
tear as Gary tore open my mother's Navy colored tights and began working
his fingers into her pussy.  She was moaning like you wouldn't believe.

   "That's right baby stick your cock in my pussy eewww", my mother cooed.
She was grinding herself into Gary's crotch for several minutes.  I had an
awesome view of Gary's hands kneading the cheeks of my mother's ass.  Owww
eewww my mother screamed practically at the top of her lungs.

   "That's right you like it baby, you love Gary's cock", Gary blurted out
like a jackass.

   I wanted to slap the fucker because he was on the verge of ruining this
experience for me.  He has my mom's hot ass in his hands and says something
like that.  My mother looked over her shoulder in my direction again and
said "put a finger up my ass.  " I practically came when in my pants when
she said this.  I was not really thinking about her as my mother at this
point in time.

   All right she said climbing off of Gary's cock and turning so that her
ass was jutting out into his face.  I need your cock in my ass.  Lube my
ass up.  Gary spit in his hand and started to shove a finger up my mother's
ass.

   Ow she said, not with your spit use the KY.

   Where is it, Gary asked.  On the table next to the couch my mother said
as she picked it up and handed it to him.  In no time he lubed up a few of
his fingers and started lubing up her ass.  During this time my mother
looked so sexy staring practically right at me.  She knew I was there.  Why
was she putting on this show for me?  She was grunting and wincing in
pain/pleasure from Gary's finger being jammed up her ass.  In what seemed
like a century Gary forced my mother to her knees.  She struggled with him
a little bit and turned around.  I was going to get a shot of this fat
fucker nailing my mother up the ass.  Did she do this for my benefit?  I
had to assume so.  As Gary was turning around I got glimpse of his wee man.
The poor guy had to be pushing 4 inches hard.  But his cock was bizarrely
thick, like two maybe three inches.  It looked bizarre as a matter of fact
I wondered if he would be able to get it up her ass.  Slowly he hovered
himself over my mother's backside.  I didn't get a great glimpse of the
penetration.  I heard it.  It was not the sound of Gary's dick entering my
mother's ass that I heard but the gasping moaning sort of grunt that my
mother let out.  OOWWWW, slowly baby, slowly baby, she said gasping for
breath.  But he didn't listen.  He started bucking her ass like you
wouldn't believe.  I didn't think that a guy that out of shape could work
like this.  It was hard to tell if my mother was enjoying it.  I knew I
was. The view of my mother being pummeled in the ass was briefly thwarted
by the view of Gary's hairy ass and the numerous rolls of fat descending
like lava from the sides of his nasty torso.  Why was she fucking this guy?
In no time at all my mother was screaming as Gary's thick little guy was
pounding her.  And he was pounding her.  Despite his physical
irregularities he did know what he was doing.  Eventually he slowed down
his bucking.  Then he would alter his rhythm from slow to fast as well as
the character of the motion.  He did not just plunge like I would.  He
would grind.  I noticed that as he ground in to her ass she would scream
and moan.  Occasionally he would slow his pace to grab her tits from
beneath and maybe a cop a brief feel of her pussy.  So despite the nasty
way this look it was sexy and erotic and I don't ... exciting to see my
mother being a slut for this unpleasant looking man.  Eventually my mother
reached one her hands to work her pussy over as she was getting plowed in
her ass from behind.  Then there was the sound the gushy sound of sloppy
sex.  It's hard to describe the sound of my mother's ass being fucked, but
it was equally exciting.  In a flash Gary got aggressive almost too
aggressive for he pinned my mother face first on the carpeted floor of our
entertainment room.  One of his right hand was grabbing her hair and
forcing her to the carpet while his left grabbed the elastic waistband of
her tights.  I was startled because my mother's reactions were as if she
were in pain.  I thought I was going to have to step in, when she blurted
out that's it ride me like a slut.

   OWWWWW I'm coming.  Oh Gary you got me good, you really got me good.

   "Are you going to cum for me Gary, can you come for me baby." When she
said that I nearly came right there.  Then I knew Gary felt the same way,
when he said I already did.

   "Did you come in my ass," my mother said, giggling.

   "Yes", Gary said.

   "Oh baby" she said.

   Gary got off her and immediately started getting dressed.  My mother
still was on the floor, and I looked so hard at her gaping asshole and the
trickle of come dribbling out of it.  I have never thought about this sort
of thing before but as I looked at her spent ass laying just feet from my
door, I wanted to get up from my chair and lick her ass and pussy clean.  I
don't know if I was dizzy from what took place before my eyes, or if my
mother was sticking her ass out towards me and swaying it back and forth as
an invitation to get down on my knees and pay homage to this act that I had
witnessed.  I was shaking part in disbelief and part from excitement.

   As Gary was pulling up his pants my mother stopped him and said here let
me clean you up.  I nearly came again as I realized that she was sucking
his cock after he had just fucked her up the ass.  What a magnificent
woman. "I love the taste of my ass on a man's cock", she said.  Gary
finished dressing and left kissing my mother on the forehead heading up the
stairs and out the front door.

   The damage was amazing.  My mother was on her knees for a few moments
longer after Gary left still dressed in her now come splattered and sweaty
Navy striped tights.  Her normally prim and proper bobbed-style hairdo was
disheveled like any common whore.  She stood up with her fine ass her
asscheeks red from the working over they received, pulled down her tights,
crumbled them up in her hand wiping both her crotch area and ass with them,
walked into my room no more than an inch away from me in the chair and said
special delivery dropping her tights into my lap.  Once again I found
myself speechless but managed to mumble out a thank you.

   The next morning while I drank my coffee and listened to the news, my
mother and I made several references to the package.  Did you like the
package?  Yes.  What about the package did you like?  Everything from start
to finish, the delivery and in transit routes were all of equal worth. 
Have I used the package?  Several times.

   Yet there were two questions that made a rather large problem of the
situation.  What was the package?  Will there be more packages?  The
response to these questions was rather disappointing as my mother was
hesitant to respond.  She glanced upward as if in deep thought, yet did not
respond.  In fact, She left room and left me quite confused.  However, it
was not clear to what the "package" was.  Was it just her tights or was the
act.  I wanted it to be both.  However sick it sounds I wanted to be Gary
last night.  And what's even sicker I want to clean up after him.  I knew I
had to tell her just to get it off my chest.  But now was not the time. 
Considering her reactions to those two questions.  I had no idea how she
would react to me spilling my guts about wanting to fuck her like Gary did.
Right then and there while I watched the events of the world unfold I knew
that I was screwed.  I not only wanted to fuck and defile my mother, but I
also realized that I wanted to and would be willing to clean up after any
man who would have her.  What a journey that lay before me.