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 DECISIONS

   Sandy was more than a little upset with herself as the early morning
light brightened the hall.  Her son had been due to arrive home from school
late last night, and though she really wanted to be awake when he arrived,
sleep had gotten the better of her.  She thought about going to his room,
to check on him, but then thought the better of that idea and retreating to
her room, found her bathrobe and slowly made her way to the kitchen.

   As she poured her first cup of eye-opener she thought about the past
three lonely months and wondered how much, if any, she had crossed his
mind. It had been a big adjustment for both of them when he had decided to
enroll at State University, and though it was difficult for her, Sandy knew
that it was the right thing for him if he was truly to pursue his life's
dreams.  But for her, it meant loneliness, and anguish, that her one and
only was no longer there for her to take care of, to pamper, to fill her
days with love and joy.

   She sighed as she remembered their weekly telephone calls that she had
made him promise to make, and he had faithfully done.  Just the sound of
his voice made her day, and as they got comfortable chatting, their
conversations sometimes touched on things that, well, quite frankly sort of
turned Sandy on.  In addition to school, work, and his special projects,
Sandy was a bit enamored by his personal life, specifically, his seemingly
numerous girlfriends.  Very rarely it seemed that he had the same one for
longer than two weeks.

   Being the overprotective Mom, Sandy queried him about who, and why, he
seemed to go through them like some people do changes of shirts.  He would
just laugh and say, "None of them measure up to you Mom."

   Somewhat taken aback by his revelation Sandy remembered eking out, "In
what way?"

   "In every way," he had replied immediately.  "Smarts, looks,
consideration of others...and well," here he had paused momentarily, "Being
down right...sexy."

   Not knowing how to answer that, Sandy simply chuckled and demurely said,
"Well thanks...thanks a lot.  It does your poor old mother good to hear
something like that."

   She was glad he wasn't there when he said that as even in denial, Sandy
found herself blushing at such a compliment.  When the conversation hinted
at the sexual side of his relationships, though she felt a bit out of
water, Sandy felt some unusual pulls and arousal as he would try and laugh
off her inquiries, and conversation would, at least initially, become a bit
stilted.  Then, a little over a month ago, he replied to her questioning
with a remark that Sandy had mulled over, time again, each and every day
since.  "You know, Mom," he had said matter-of-factly, "What it boils down
to, is that none of these girls could make love like a woman like you."

   Sandy had been at a loss for words when he said that, and she found
herself wondering where such a thought like that had come from.  What did
he know about her `love' life, and what did he base such a remark like that
on?  She had given herself a bit of a sarcastic laugh as in reality her
`love' life was almost less than zero.  If it weren't for that little
silver bullet she kept in her bedside drawer, it would be zero.

   She took pride in keeping herself in shape, not for anyone special, just
as her own personal sense of what was right.  As she thought about a
response, he continued to surprise her.  "Mom," he softly said,
"I...ummm...have...a confession to make."

   "A confession?"

   "Yes.  You know those light blue bikini panties, the ones with the
matching lacey bra?"

   Sandy took careful time in buying her lingerie, and again though it
wasn't for anyone special, she just liked having things look right.  "Yes?"

   "I...uhhh...well, I took them...my last morning before leaving for
school.  They were on the bathroom floor after you had showered...and,
well, I took them."

   Hearing that, Sandy immediately felt some deeper tingling...some deep,
hidden urges, fighting to make their way to the fore.  She had simply
thought she had misplaced them, and had gone out to buy another pair when
she couldn't find it.  Never had it crossed her mind that, something like
this had happened.  "Whatever for?" she remembered asking rather meekly.

   "To have something...something intimate of yours...to have with me...to
feel you...close to me.  They were a bit...soiled...and I loved having your
scent...and...taste."

   Sandy was reeling at his words...and she felt the rapid moistness
dampening her panties.  "I...I...don't know what to say?"

   "And Mom," his voice got very low...hushed...as he continued, "I use
them..."

   "Use them?" Sandy's breath was coming in rapid, shallow gasps.

   "Yes," he replied so soft that Sandy pressed the phone hard against her
ear so as not to miss anything he had to say.  "All the
time...especially...late at night...when I'm lying here in my lonely bed,
fantasizing...about...you...having you...so soft against my...rod..."

   Unconsciously Sandy had let her hand fall between her legs, and she was
rubbing herself with an intense vigor as she took in his words.  "Oh
Tommy," she gasped, "I...I...don't know what to say."

   "Don't say anything Mom," he whispered, "Just...just think about what I
just...shared with you.  Please."

   And Sandy heard the click of the cell and knew the conversation, for the
moment, was over.  She recalled the conversation, several times, and felt
not only the deep, primal urgings, but found herself, wondering...thinking
about her son in ways that she felt incredibly conflicted about.  But it
didn't stop her from using her silver bullet that night, several times, and
each time she found her thoughts and fantasies filled with images of her
son.  And it was very good.

   Sandy went to the gym three times a week with her best friend Jenny.  On
Monday, having had two nights and a day to think about her conversation,
Sandy felt like she needed to share, at least some of it with Jenny to get
some perspective, and perhaps advice.  Taking their customary energy drink
after working out, Sandy shared some of the night's conversation.  Sandy
was somewhat surprised by the rather beaming look on Jenny's face when she
concluded by saying, "So, I'm kind of in a quandary as to how to respond,
or what exactly to say when he calls again this week."

   "It's natural," Jenny replied, "Natural that is for a son to have, and
feel, sexual urgings toward his Mom.  The real question revolves around
you...what you feel, and think...about Tommy." Here she paused to lock her
eyes with Sandy's and continued, "Do you want him...in that way...are your
feelings for him...towards him...more than just a Mother's love?"

   Sandy felt her cheeks burning as she hadn't shared her rendezvous with
the silver bullet and her fantasies with Jenny.  "You don't have to answer
that if you don't want," Jenny said, "But if I'm as good at reading
people's thoughts as I think I am, I already know your answer."

   Was it really that evident?  Was her want and desire to have her
son...to let him have her, so, plain and evident as Jenny seemed to make
it? As they got up to make their way to the shower Jenny leaned over and
quietly said, "If you should decide the answer is no, call me up when Tommy
gets home and let me know.  He can fill my garden...and any other hole he
wants to fill whenever he wants."

   Jenny winked at Sandy and hooking her arm dragged her off towards the
locker room.

   Sandy went to bed that night with varied thoughts swirling in her mind.
The fact that her best friend wanted her son was a stunning revelation in
itself, but her remarks, about `more than just a Mother's love'
reverberated in her soul.  She had stripped naked, and reached for her
silver bullet.  As she brought herself to several orgasms she wondered what
it would be like...him, naked, lying with her...the feel of his manhood
penetrating deep inside her...the taste of him in her mouth, the thought
that he might want to...tantalize her garden with his tongue.

   Her orgasmic forays brought sleep quickly but she was jarred awake by
the ringing of her phone.  She glanced at the clock, 1 a.m., who could be
calling at this hour?  "Hello?"

   There were several seconds of silence, and Sandy was about to repeat
herself when Tommy's voice split the night.  "Did I...wake you?"

   "Ummm...no Baby, no you didn't," Sandy lied.  "I was lying here reading
a book.  What's wrong, why are you calling so late?"

   Again there was several seconds of silence before he answered. 
"Well...I was wondering..." he stammered.

   "Wondering?" Sandy echoed.

   "Yes," he replied, "Wondering if you had given any thought to what I
shared with you the other night.  And wondering if it made any difference
as to whether I should make other plans for next week instead of coming
home."

   "Oh Tommy," Sandy blurted out, "Of course it doesn't change the fact
that I want you to come home next week.  I miss you Baby, and I want you
here, at home, with me."

   "What...what about...the other?"

   It was Sandy's turn to take several seconds to reply.  "I...I...don't
really know Tommy.  It was such a...surprise...what you said...what you
shared.  Maybe, when you get home we can...talk about it.  It's so...so
very...complicated.  You know?"

   "Yeah...I guess so," he softly replied.  "But Mom," here he paused, "Do
you think...maybe...that...well...there's any chance you might...feel some
of the things...some of the way...I feel for you?"

   "Oh Tommy," Sandy gushed, "You know I love you...and want nothing but
the best for you.  It's just, well, complicated...My being your Mother and
all.  I mean, it's not something I really ever...considered...before...if
you know what I mean."

   "Sure Mom, I understand."

   There was a long pause, lasting minutes instead of seconds.  "Mom,"
whispered Tommy, "I...I'm using them."

   "Using them," Sandy asked confusedly.

   "Your panties...Your soft, light blue panties...I'm using them...right
now...I'm stroking my throbbing cock, thinking about what it might feel
like, buried deep inside you...and oh, God Mom...it feels so good."

   "Oh Tommy," Sandy said breathlessly.  She ran her hands over her taut
nipples, hefted her orbs in need, and let her hand roam to her now hot and
very wet garden.

   "I can see you Mom," Tommy said in halted words, "Naked, in the
shower...damn Mom you're so fine.  Curvaceous, sexy, such great
breasts...and I love the landing strip above your lips...so damn sexy."

   Sandy was riveted.  She scrambled to find her silver bullet and began to
work it up and down her lips, alternately probing herself as he talked. 
"Tell me more, Baby," she quietly spoke into the phone.

   "Do you know how many times I wanted to walk into that shower with you?
Or come into your room at night?"

   "No Baby," Sandy purred.

   "To feel you, your naked body next to me...to taste your succulent
breasts...to burrow my head between those long, sexy legs...feasting on
your nectar."

   "Oh Tommy, Tommy," she gushed.

   "I'm...I'm...cuming Mom...Oh God I can't hold it back..."

   "I'm cuming too Baby," Sandy shrieked into the phone, "Mommy's cuming
too..."

   Her world exploded into a cataclysm of color and warmth.  She rocked and
thrashed about the bed reveling in wave after orgasmic wave of pure,
unadulterated lust and love for her...son.

   "Yes Mommy, yes..." shouted Tommy through the phone, "Fuck your Baby,
Mommy...fuck me good..."

   The seconds turned into minutes as Sandy tried to bring a calming to her
quaking soul.  As she began to come down from her orgasmic bliss the
enormity of what just took place swept over her.  She had masturbated, with
her son...over the phone.  And he too had done so...and she was
simply...amazed.  Oh there had been times, with other lovers where things
were said, and things got a bit hot and heavy.  But never anything like
this.  So alive...so vibrant...so intense...it was...wonderful.  And for
the moment, she felt no guilt...just wondering if it had been somewhat as
good for him.

   She didn't have to wait long to find out.  "Oh Mom," a breathless Tommy
spoke, "That was...incredible.  I can't believe how much I shot over your
panties...I've never come like that.  My only regret is that I wasn't
shooting it inside you...it seems such a waste."

   Sandy smiled at the thought and wondered how his hot, thick spunk would
feel deep inside her chamber.  That's when she knew, no matter what...when
Tommy got home...she would...have him...take him...fuck him as long and as
often as he would like...and let the chips fall where they may.

   "Tommy...it was...quite incredible for me too."

   "Would you like me to call again?" he asked.

   "MMMM...Baby...only if you feel the need...and want," purred
Sandy...silently hoping he would, every night.

   "Well, its finals week, so it might be...late, after studies."

   "Whatever...whenever Baby..."

   "Okay then," he said with a bit of regret in his voice, "I guess I
should let you go so you can get some sleep..."

   "Sleep well Baby," Sandy replied with more than familial affection in
her voice, and let him click off into the night.

   Sandy basked in the afterglow of her frenzied activity then soon drifted
off to sleep.  When the morning came, she felt the initial doubts come
creeping in, and before long was hopelessly entwined with feelings of guilt
and remorse.  Though she couldn't deny her pleasure, the fact that she had
engaged in things sexual, with her son, hung heavily on her mind.

   As the day wore into evening, Sandy's fears and misgivings multiplied.
The phone call she had so deliriously wanted last night was now one she
hoped wouldn't come.  She had decided that what she had done was wrong,
that as the adult she should have taken control, exerted a firmer hand and
not let herself and her misguided son fall into such tempestuous waters. 
Though she dreaded the call, she felt, in her mind, that it was the right
thing to do.  To tell him it had been her fault, that she had been weak and
given into her longings and needs that she had so long ignored.  She would
tell him to come home, that they would talk things over and set themselves
on a straight and narrow path that would include not only rebuilding their
relationship but help Tommy make new ones, with girls his own age that were
more...appropriate for him.  The problem was...what she held in her mind
conflicted with what she felt in her heart.

   The angst and emotions of the day must have got the better of her for
when the phone rang at just after 1 a.m.  she was asleep on the couch in
the front room.  Trying to gather her wits about her before answering the
phone, Sandy took one long, last, deep breath and picked up the receiver.
"Hello?"

   "Hey Mom," Tommy said with youthful enthusiasm, "How are things?  Did I
wake you?"

   "No...no, you didn't," Sandy at first lied, then decided to correct
herself.  "I mean yes, yes you did, I was asleep in the other room that's
why it took a few rings before I answered."

   "Oh," Tommy responded with concern now entering his voice,
"Then...ummm...maybe I should let you go, so you can go back to sleep...and
uhhh...we can...ummm...chat another night?"

   "No...no Tommy," Sandy hastily replied, "I want to...ummm...talk, we
uhhh...need to talk."

   Sandy felt like an incredible weight had just sunk deep inside her.  She
was confronting her deepest fears, and suddenly felt as though she had
neither the strength or will to go forward.

   "Talk?" queried Tommy, "Okay...ummm...what about?"

   Sandy let several seconds go by before she answered.  "About us Tommy,
about what I let happen last night and why we can't let this come between
us."

   "Mom?"

   "No Tommy, let me finish.  I can't deny what happened last night, nor to
be truthful do I want to.  It was wonderful, incredible, but...it
was...wrong.  I'm your Mother Tommy, not just your latest college conquest,
needing her over active hormones taken care of.  I love you Baby, more than
you'll ever know but what we did, what I let happened, shouldn't have..."

   "Why not Mom?  If you liked it, if you enjoyed it as much as you say you
did, and as much as I know I did...what's wrong with that?  I love you too
Mom...more than I can say...and, if you'll let me, in a way I can only say
is the truest way I want you to know my love.  I don't want a college
conquest...I don't need a college girl...I need...and want...you Mom."

   "Oh Tommy," Sandy started to reply.

   "Mom, I have been away for almost three months now, and the main reason
I left wasn't because of the scholarship or education, it was to let me
sort out what I feel for you, and have felt for a very long time.  If
anything, these past three months have convinced me that if anything,
losing you...or going on with my life, without you in it, is not what I
want.  And, I am going to do everything in my power to convince you, to
show you that my love, my desires, my want and need for you is not only
genuine, but is a love that can and will meet the test of time."

   "What happened last night...what we shared last night could have only
happened if you have some of the same feelings I have.  Maybe you didn't
realize it at first, that's why I tried to get you to think about things
the other night so that when and if something happened...you would at least
have been in touch with some of those emotions...some of those
feelings...and...well...we could take things from there."

   Sandy was amazed at his grasp of the situation, and how what he not only
had gone through but how he was so mature and forth right in his thinking.
"Tommy," Sandy tried one last time, "It's not that I didn't enjoy it, or
that I haven't reveled in the feelings and longings you have ignited in
me...it's just, well as your Mom...I can't help but feel that it's not
right, a relationship between us would be...if not ethically, certainly
morally wrong.  Can you understand that?"

   "Mom, we are two mature, grown adults...and what we want...who we
want...is and shouldn't be anybody's business but our own.  I don't tell
others how to live, or who they should live with...but as for me and my
life, I know what I want...I know who I want...and that is to spend my days
living with, and loving, you.  Don't say another word.  Just tell me you'll
think about it.  I won't call again until I come home next week.  That
should give you plenty of time to sort things over, think things through,
and then...we can take it from there.  Okay?"

   "Oh Tommy," Sandy stammered, "I really don't know what to say now, I
feel so confused.  But yes, for now, I promise you I will think things
over, and then when you come home, we can sit down...talk them
through...and come to some kind of...resolution."

   "I can't ask for anything more than that Mom...Take care."

   And with that said, Tommy disconnected his phone.

   Sandy had a long, fitful night of precious little sleep.  Her dreams
alternated between hot, lustful passions and eternal condemnations from on
high for her foray with her son.  When she finally decided to call it a
night she dreaded what lay before her.  It was Wednesday and her day to
pick up Jenny and go to the gym.  She could call and try and beg out of it,
but she knew that wouldn't stop Jenny from either calling or coming over to
find out the `latest.' So begrudgingly she put herself together and headed
out the door.

   Jenny had not even closed the car door before she burst "Well?"

   Feigning ignorance, Sandy echoed her friend, "Well, what?"

   "Don't play that game with me Sandy," Jenny scolded her, "You know quite
well what.  What's the latest on the home front?"

   Sandy sighed and then responded, "We've chatted...and agreed to sit down
and talk things over next week when Tommy gets home from school."

   "Chat?  Talk?" an exasperated Jenny replied, "That boy wants to be over
you like an elementary kid on a new monkey bar on the playground.  What's
there to talk about, either you're in...or you're out."

   "Oh Jenny it's not as easy as that and you know it," an equally
exasperated Sandy countered.  "He's my son...I'm his Mother...and...such
things aren't...right.  Are they?"

   "If you're asking me to be your social conscience you already know where
I stand.  Hell, welcome him back, use him, play with him...and see where it
goes.  If nothing else you'll be getting `some', and dare I say a quality
`some'...and who knows?  Who cares what you choose to do in the privacy of
your own home.  You are both adults, and I am sure...Mother and son
aside...you will both handle things in a mature, adult manner.  Who
knows..." and here Jenny leaned over and put her hand on Sandy's right
thigh, slowly moving up and down the inside...drawing ever
near..."Maybe...just maybe...you'll decide to...share."

   "Jenny!" Sandy exclaimed, "What...what...are you...thinking?"

   "Well," a rather demure Jenny responded, not lessening her playing with
Sandy's inner thigh, "If you decide not to have a relationship with Tommy,
I'm dead serious about wanting to try...and fill the void.  I have had some
incredible, orgasmic pleasures ever since you first talked with me...and
some even better ones involving you and me...sharing him."

   Jenny cast a glance at her friend hardly believing what she had just
heard.  "I'm serious Sandy," Jenny said staring directly into her wide open
eyes, "Dead serious."

   Sandy was glad that the trip to the gym was relatively short as she
couldn't quite think of anything to say as a response to what Jenny had
just unloaded.  She pulled the car into a spot and jumped out of the car
and hurried towards the door with Jenny right on her heels.  "Think about
it Sandy...keep an open mind...and think."

   As she went through her warm ups and exercises Jenny did just that. 
Think.  Jenny touching her had not been an issue.  They had shared some
moments of intimacy together...initially the result of an evening of a bit
too much wine and flipping through cable late one night to see clips and
pieces of porn shows.  They found that they enjoyed one another and had
spent several more times together sharing and pleasuring one another.  But
this...oh man...this was a whole new level and playing field Sandy wouldn't
have thought of in her wildest imaginings.  Throughout the morning and on
the ride home Jenny kept dropping hints and barbs about Tommy, her, and
Jenny...such that when Sandy finally got home she was completely flustered.

   "Now, not only am I thinking about my son...but him possibly having an
affair with my best friend...or maybe even...the two of us."

   The day seemed to drag all the longer as she continued to battle urges
and feelings...thoughts and recriminations...but finally the evening
arrived and Sandy made her way to bed.  So boxed and bottled, she stripped
naked, reached into her nightstand searching for her ever popular silver
bullet and began a slow, languished affair with her favorite toy.  She
thought about Tommy...what it might be like...and brought herself to a
climactic finish...as she felt her first orgasm wane she found herself
thinking about Jenny...and her having Tommy...and to her surprise she was
rewarded with an even more intense climax.  But when she came down from
that high, she found herself thinking about the two of them...and
Tommy...and she proceeded to ratchet up an orgasmic frenzy that almost
equaled what she had experienced the other night with Tommy over the phone.

   Spent and exhausted, Sandy soon fell asleep...and woke up the next
morning more refreshed and invigorated than she had for the past several
nights.  She made her way to the kitchen, where the coffee waited and
pouring her a cup slumped down onto a chair.

   Tommy was due home late Tuesday night...and for Sandy the days simply
couldn't pass fast enough.  Not only did her vexations continue, but Jenny
had decided to be her `moral guide' and between the crawling of the
time...her confusion...and Jenny's pontificating...Sandy was about done in.
The last thing Jenny said as she jumped out of the car Monday was "Call me
when you can," leaving her with a devilish smile of lewd and lascivious
proportions.

   Sandy spent the afternoon continuing to mull over what to say...what to
do...and how to handle his arrival.  Tommy had kept his word and not
called, even on their regular night to let her know what time he might get
home.  Because of classes, tests, and having to pack his room Sandy figured
it would be late.  Not really settled anymore in her mind's eye Sandy
retired to her bedroom where she undressed...then pausing for a few
minutes...continued to strip herself naked.  She put her sheer blue robe at
the end of the bed...giving her a glimpse into the subconscious workings of
her mind...and her heart.

   Every car that passed, every noise outside the house had her up and
reaching for her robe.  But though there were many cars and a lot of
noise...none of them were Tommy.  Soon sleep overcame her and she fell
asleep, naked, on top of her bed...

   *********

   Sandy made her way quietly around the kitchen, and smiled as she passed
the mud room.  There, in two neat piles was Tommy's dirty laundry, and
conspicuous on top of the pile nearest the doorway was her cum crusted
light blue panties.  She reached down and pulled them towards her, lifting
them near, to smell.  It was like an aphrodisiac...and she felt a nervous
excitement running through her body.  They were damp, sticky, like...they
had been very recently used...and Sandy was overwhelmed by a desire to have
his scent washed over her.  She ran the sticky wetness over her breasts,
down her midriff, and buried them between her now aching legs.  Vigorously
she worked them between her lips...and soon she was jerking to and fro with
from an intense climax.

   She steadied herself on the dryer, and wondered, if maybe Tommy had used
them, after seeing her, naked on her bed last night when he got home.  "Oh
I hope so," she thought to herself.

   Sandy got one load ready, and started the wash then made her way back
into the kitchen for some more coffee.  She had picked up the panties, and
as she sat on her chair, she thought of Tommy and teased herself with them.
Sandy tried to map out what was going to happen this morning, what to say,
and how to handle things.  She felt a bit guilt having fallen asleep naked,
knowing Tommy would think maybe...but then wasn't that what she was really
thinking, just not wanting to admit it to herself?  Why else would she have
stripped herself naked, left herself so easily disposed...and alluring.

   So many long and tortuous days had passed so excruciatingly slowly...and
yet Sandy was no clearer in her mind's eye as when she first told Tommy
they needed to talk.  Tommy's sensible maturity, Jenny's ceaseless
badgering, and her own winsome longing and loneliness...oh God, what to do.

   She heard some shuffling down the hall and knew Tommy was heading for
the bathroom.  When she heard the shower come on she thought it best to
slip down the hall to her room, get some clothes on, and then see if Tommy
might want some breakfast.  But Sandy came up short in the hallway as she
drew near the bathroom.

   The door was partially open, whether by accident or design, and Sandy
got her first real look at the budding man her son had become.  Her first
thought was when did my `little boy' grow up?  He had only been gone a
little over three months but over that time he had really changed.  But
then, her thoughts were not as erotically deigned as they were now.  She
scanned his lean, athletic body and now understood Jenny's desires.

   Her thoughts became much more prurient and exotic as she let her eyes
drop to his now firm and erect manhood.  She let her pent up lustful
feelings loose, her body was tight, alternating currents of heat and desire
ran rampant.  She stood, transfixed, staring at his body, his manhood, and
watched in fascination as Tommy soaped up his very hard rod, and slowly
began to stroke himself.  She started towards the door, she wanted
desperately to touch him, to help him, to feel his throbbing monster and
his tantalizing body next to her...but something held her back.  She
listened, as Tommy began to moan, softly he whispered her name, and then he
brought himself to a shattering climax and Sandy watched in fascination as
load after load of his thick spunk shot into the air.

   She retreated towards the kitchen, having forgotten her initial reason
for being in the hall and waited.  Several minutes passed and she heard
Tommy make his way back into his room.  More than a little disappointed
that he hadn't come to the kitchen or greeted her yet this morning, Sandy
plotted.  She went into the mud room, put the first load of clothes into
the dryer and started the second load.  Then she headed back down the hall.

   Taking her que from Tommy, Sandy left the bathroom door slightly ajar as
she stepped inside, and shirked off her robe.  Setting the water she
stepped inside, determined to present herself in a most lascivious fashion.
She took her time letting the hot water run over her.  As it did, Sandy
thought about their conversation the other night..."I can see you
Mom...Naked, in the shower...damn Mom you're so fine..."

   "Can you see me now, Tommy," Sandy wondered as she lathered herself,
"Are you watching me now," she whispered.

   She took her time, fondling and cuddling her breasts, again hearing
Tommy's voice, "...Curvaceous, sexy, such great breasts...and I love the
landing strip above your lips...so damn sexy." As she found her inner
thighs and garden, she let her arousal quicken, thinking back to how
amazing Tommy had been while showering.

   She gushed as her antics brought her to fruition, so hard was her climax
she needed to put out her arm and steady herself before letting the water
once again run over her, rinsing away the soap.  As she stepped out onto
the carpet, dripping wet, searching for a towel she felt disappointment
waft over her.  She had hoped that maybe Tommy would take her
offer...and...well...But Sandy soon found reason to smile when she noticed
the door had been fully opened, letting her know that what she had hoped,
in part, had come to pass.  Tommy at least had been interested enough to
watch her...

   As she toweled herself off, lost in thoughts of the next move, she
thought she heard Tommy calling.  Stepping out into the hall, she did hear
Tommy, and yes, he was calling "Mommy...ohhh Mommy."

   She stepped across the hall and poked her head just inside his door. 
She was glad she hadn't said anything, for when she looked inside, Tommy
was lying on his bed, sheets partially pulled up...and Sandy was once again
given an insight to her son...his needs...but better yet, his desire... 
The air was electric...filled with erotic passions that Sandy thought had
long ago been left behind.  She could see the tenting of the sheet his
manhood formed, watched him working his wondrous cock, vigorously, as he
kept repeating, "Mom...oh God Mom..."

   The time for words was long past...it was time for actions to speak
louder than words...so Sandy discarded her towel in the hall...and quickly,
quietly made her way across the room.  She knelt at his bed, slipping her
hands under the sheet...placing them above his...and slowly began to work
the throbbing member she had only just dreamed about...but now...now...had
time to know...to pleasure...to experience....She slipped away the sheet,
tilted the massive rod towards her, and lowered her mouth over him.  She
felt his hand on the back of her head, gently guiding her...and she
knew...SHE KNEW.  They were stepping over bounds...traversing deep
waters...and there could be...would be...no turning back.

   Sandy greeted her son's thick mushroom head with her tongue and was
rewarded with a thick, overflowing of precum.  She sucked on his head for
several seconds inducing more of his sweet nectar to tantalize her
tastebuds.  She then lightly closed her teeth just beneath his crown and
slowly worked up and down the length of his throbbing, hard monster.  She
couldn't believe not only his length, but girth...so arousing.  Tommy
showed his appreciation by grasping the side of his bed with either hand
and groaning loudly, "Oh Mom...fuck Mom."

   Sandy slipped one hand on his hairy chest, and coddled his balls with
the other as she continued to massage his meat with her mouth.  As she
worked his rod, deeper, and deeper into her mouth she took him...and when
she though she had maxed out he roared, "I'm cuming...dear God
Mom...I'm...cuming..."

   Sandy not only welcomed his spunk but was amazed at the copious amounts
of his golden seed.  Two, three, four...she lost count of the number of
loads he delivered...and though she tried valiantly to take all he gave
her, soon it was overflowing...running down her chin and dripping onto her
breasts.  She couldn't believe how wonderful he tasted, nor how aroused she
had become to know she was now baptized with his seed.  She cleaned and
licked his thick, now semi-erect member, as Tommy fought to regain control
of his quaking body.

   Tommy lifted her from between his legs, and gently guided her to the
bed. "Your turn now Mom..." he said in a soft, tender voice.

   He slowly rolled her over, widened her legs...and began to slowly lick
the inside of her thighs...first one...then the other...as he drew near
Sandy's wet, hot lips...he suddenly rose and finding her fullness, began to
lick the overflow of his seed from her breasts.  Sandy had never
experienced anything so erotic.  Then he softly kissed her lips as he
fingered her slit, gently slipping one, then two fingers inside her
entrance which caused Sandy to gasp in surprise.  Sandy loved the softness
of his kisses...the taste of him on her lips...the gentle way he was
arousing her already wanting passions.  He slipped his tongue between her
lips and drew her into him...and Sandy was reeling...lost in the amour of
the moment...the erotic, passions that she felt were washing over
them...and her undetered desire to experience more, to experience all, of
the love her son...Tommy...had to share.

   He quickened the action of his fingers thrusting in and out of her, and
she began to shudder, and tremble...Sandy knew the excitement of the moment
would soon overwhelm her.  Tommy sensed it too...and cascading down her
neck with butterfly kisses, softly whispered in her ear, "Not yet Mom...but
soon..." and lightly, quickly traversed her breasts, her abdomen...and in a
wink buried his head between her legs.

   He fondled her fullness with his sticky, wet fingers as he explored the
length of her slit.  Teasing her entrance with probes of the tip of his
tongue, Sandy quaked and moaned in delight.  He found her hardened clit and
sucked it greedily as he continued to tweak and pull her nipples and cup
her full, firmness.  He took his time, exploring every fold, every crack
and crevice of her aching lips...and soon...was eating his way to her
heart...and she exploded in delirious delight...arching her back, screaming
in joy...and breaking off orgasm after climactic orgasm...rubbing her
garden...grinding her garden against his face.

   Sandy couldn't believe the height of her glory...nor could she ever
recall being so full of joyful passion.  Tommy drew her knees up, kissed
her gently on the lips...where she tasted herself on him...and it
was...good.  He brushed his chest against her overly excited nipples, and
Sandy felt his thick head slowly penetrating her flaming hole.  "Oh Baby,"
Sandy purred, "Oh Baby...come to Momma...give it to me Baby...Love your
Mommy..."

   And he did.  Slowly...languidly...gently...he made love to his Mom...to
Sandy...and loved her in a way...she had never known...nor could she have
imagined.  Slowly he teased her entrance with his thick, hard head...as he
pushed himself deeper inside her garden, Sandy tightened her muscles around
his girth...urging him deeper...begging with her body for him to ravage
her...take her...use her...to his and her delight.  As he made his way
inside her deepest chamber, he played with her beauties...kissed her taut
nipples...whispered sweet words of love and encouragement as he thrust into
her...seeking her depth...seeking her soul...wanting to steal her heart. 
And Sandy let him...wanted him...forever gave herself to him...in the
wrestlings of their bodies, souls, and minds.

   Sandy couldn't imagine him getting any bigger...or harder...but as he
quickened his thrusts...as his whispers of love turned into moans and
groans of ecstasy...she could feel him expanding...and Oh God...she wanted
him...deep...deep...inside her...wanted to feel the explosion of his hot
golden seed within her walls...wanted the joy and ecstasy of riding his
rod...returning his love...as they fought for...sought the stars.  One last
sweat soaked cry of hedonistic delight...Sandy's walls felt as though they
had been torn asunder...when she knew...SHE KNEW...she had gone to where
only a few had traveled...and as they rocked and quaked...as their bodies
joined as one...so too did their hearts and souls.  As load after precious
load of his hot liquid filled her...Sandy felt as though she were
traversing the heavens...and hoped beyond hope this love...this feeling
would never end.  Out of control...beyond belief...Sandy convulsed...and
moaned her delight on the end of the only man she could say she had truly
loved...and been loved in return...He no longer was her Son...she knew
that...but he was oh so much...so much more than she ever dreamed...

   Exhausted...spent...like a rag doll tossed away...Sandy collapsed onto
the bed.  "Oh Mom," Tommy whispered, and gently rolled her onto her
stomach.

   He lifted her hips, kneaded her cheeks...and Sandy felt the hard thick
head of his cock as it spread wide her rose bud.  She couldn't believe his
stamina...nor his ability to be...so hard...for so long.  She had never
been used like that...and though she wondered...she felt no intrepidation
in the gentle hands of her lover.  "I'll be careful Mom," he
whispered...almost as if he were reading her mind.

   Carefully he kneaded her buttocks with his strong, yet gentle hands. 
With his thumbs he expertly worked around her bud, stretched by his massive
head, yet giving way as he played with her.  He would work his thick, hard
rod gently into her anus, then pull back to almost out.  Their love juice
served as a natural lubricant having dripped down her crack and pooled
between her legs.  After several such forays, he leaned near her ear and
whispered, "I know something that will help."

   Extracting his cock, Sandy felt the warm, gentle touch of his tongue as
he brought it up from her slit, around her bud, softly probbing, tasting
her as he moistened her even more.  The sheer eroticism, the thought of her
son making love to such a forbiidden zone sent shivers of lust and pleasure
wafting through her body.  When he had spent several minutes further
preparing her, he once again opened her with his thumbs and eased his head
inside her.

   This time he slipped in, as if she were made for him and slowly, yet
ever so gently Tommy began to gain deeper entrance into Sandy.  "Does it
hurt?"

   "Just a little, but please don't stop," Sandy quickly replied, "It...it
feels so good...and...and I want you Baby...I want you deep inside
me...that's where you belong."

   It never reached the animalistic, heated thrusts of their inital love
making, but Sandy could feel him growing, and marveled how good it felt as
he kept probing her ever deeper.  She found herself responding in kind, as
he plunged into her, she offered herself up to him and together them began
to find a gentle rhythm.  She felt his thick rod expanding now filling her
even more...and in anticipation...in zealous, lustful glee, Sandy could
feel herself ever rising.  He cupped her breasts and gently rocked in and
out...and as he squeezed her babies hard, she heard him cry out, "Oh
fuck..."and spurt after wonderful spurt of his thick spunk filled her ass
with his seed.  Sandy couldn't believe her ecstasy...the novelty of their
love making had once again brought her to a heightened climax of not
one...not two...but several orgasmic explosions.

   When they collapsed again, together...onto the bed, Sandy wondered if
their time was passed.  But Tommy didn't take long to turn her over, adorn
her with kisses, and let his hand roam her eager and willing body.  Sandy
lost track of how many times they made love that day.  She couldn't believe
it.  As the brightness of the day...gave way to the shadows of the
evening...they were still making love.  Exploring exotic
postions....pleasuring one another as only lovers know how...and sharing
and giving themselves to one another.

   Sometime in the early evening hours, Sandy reached for her phone.  Tommy
looked at her with a quizzical expression.  She smiled, and placing her
finger on his lips, she quietly said, "Shhhh..."

   When the phone on the other end clicked, and Jenny answered
"Hello?"...Sandy simply said, "I have something...and someone...I want to
share with you.  Can you come over?"

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