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 Title: It Had to be Done Again


Summary: Their isolated Spring Break continues.


Keywords: inc,fic





   Tom lay back on the bed in his hotel suite, basking in his victory
blowjob.  He had manipulated this gorgeous little college coed into joining
him in his room, and now she was eagerly trying to show him that she was
indeed capable of delivering amazing oral sex.  His hard cock in her mouth
was not enough to prove she was doing a good job--she had seen him take
that Viagra tablet.  Her eyes searched his for affirmation.

   "Come on, sweetie," he said softly, "You can do better than that."

   She really tried, choking herself in the effort.

   Tom's cell phone began playing a tune on the nightstand, and he reached
for it in annoyance.  He saw that the call was from his son, Michael, and
he almost didn't answer it.  Only the thought that it might be a real
emergency made him sigh and take the call.

   "What is it, Michael?" he snapped into the phone.

   "I'm really sorry to bother you, Dad," Michael answered.  "Honestly, I
wouldn't have called, but I am afraid that Mom may be getting frostbite on
her toes.  She won't say anything about it, but her toes have been turning
blue overnight.  I was just going to turn up the thermostat a couple of
degrees overnight, but I don't know the code for it."

   "Oh, come on," Tom snorted, "It's not that cold.  Don't you think you're
overreacting?"

   "Actually, we've had over four feet of snow since you left," Michael
replied, "Dad, I know you're busy.  I just thought that I should tell you
because if she gets frostbite...you might think it would make you look
bad."

   Tom was distracted at that point.  The eager little cocksucker between
his thighs was really doing an amazing job, and her desperate eyes turned
him on even more.

   He thought about telling his wife just to put on warm socks, but he
realized that he had warned her not to do that before, when he instructed
her to dress sexily for him all the time.  Tom decided to relent, and
magnanimously said, "Alright, Michael.  The code is 7477633.  Don't get too
crazy with the thermostat."

   He had to look at the letters beneath the numbers on his phone; the code
was 'piss off' in his mind.

   "Thank you, sir.  I won't bother you again," Michael said into the
phone. "Are you having a good time, Dad?"

   Tom grunted as he filled the sexy little coed's mouth with his cum. 
"It's alright so far," he said.  "I'll see you in three weeks."

   He hung up the phone, and then rose from the bed.  The young woman was
spluttering and choking on the massive load of cum in her mouth, but she
squealed in delight when he spanked her ass and slipped his cock into her
drenched pussy.  Unlike with his wife, he had taken a Viagra to ensure he
would stay hard all night long with this young woman in her early twenties.

   "You have got some real promise," he said, beginning to stroke his
length into her, "Now let's see what you can do with this little pussy of
yours."

   Tom was smug as he fucked this girl and relished her groans.  He knew
she would be back the next day, even more desperate to please him.  They
always were.

   * * *

   Back at the house in Nebraska, Michael grinned at his mother from the
thermostat.  She smiled back as they heard the heater come to life and felt
warm air blow out of the vents.  The two of them had put their heads
together to come up with that little scheme to outmaneuver Tom.

   "Dad said he'll be home in three weeks," Michael said, his eyes roaming
hungrily over her sexy body, "Whatever will we do in the meantime?"

   She took his hand and flashed him a sexy smile.

   "Well, we should get back into that nice, warm bed for starters," she
said.

   Michael followed her gorgeous, swaying ass into the bedroom.  Despite
the evening's cold, she was still scantily clad.  The pale pink, gauzy
nightgown flowed around her body as she walked, softening the curves of her
body without truly hiding anything.  They both knew it was no longer for
her husband's benefit.

   She relished being on display for her son.  It made her wet to see the
look in his eyes as he admired her large breasts, her tempting bottom, and
her bald, puffy little pussy.  She had not worn panties all day, and hadn't
bothered to put her bra back on after he had removed it earlier to suck her
tits while he fucked her.

   Her nipples were still rock-hard when she turned to face him at the side
of the bed.  It was chilly, but the room was warming up nicely.  Michael
shed his robe as he bent to take one of those thick, irresistible nipples
into his mouth.  Valerie moaned in appreciation as his hot mouth sucked her
sensitive nipple.  She reached out to stroke his cock.  She was just
delighted at how hard her son was for her all the time.

   It had only been that morning that she had awakened and taken him inside
her for the first time.  Since then, they had only stopped having sex for
brief periods to get something to drink, to eat, and then to plan for and
make that phone call after the heater shut down.  They had showered
together three times, but that was mostly to wash all of her son's sperm
out of her pussy before he fucked her again.  It wasn't like they stopped
having sex just because they were in the shower; their wet bodies slapped
together loudly beneath the spray as her son's soapy cock plunged into her
pussy.

   "Oh, yes!" she cried out as her son pushed her to the bed and eagerly
filled her pussy again.

   She loved him so much, she realized once more, as she saw his eyes
taking in her body.

   He loved the way her big tits rocked around on her chest while he fucked
her.  He couldn't help but smile down at her.  She looked so incredibly
sexy.  The most surprising thing for him, though, was just how tight and
perfect his mother's pussy felt as it stretched to accommodate his dick. 
They had been fucking all day, and still she was snugly squeezing his
shaft.

   "You are so unbelievably sexy, Mom," he murmured as he sped up the pace
of his strokes.

   He looked down at that amazing sight again, of his cock pistoning in and
out of his mother's wet and wide-spread pussy.  They both groaned when his
cock swelled even larger.  He just got so turned on when he saw that,
knowing it was his mother he was filling with his thick dick.

   Valerie shivered through another tremendous orgasm.  Her son was just
amazing, and had been all day.  She suddenly needed to taste him again.

   "Michael," she gasped out softly, "Can I please suck your cock again?  I
really want you to come in my mouth."

   That was music to his ears.  He would never get tired of hearing his
mother pleading to suck him off.

   "I love you so much, Mom," he whispered to her as he slid up her body to
feed her the cock she craved.

   His balls rested in the top of her cleavage as her mouth took in the
swollen head of his big dick.  Michael reached for a pillow and slid it
beneath his mother's head so that she had a more comfortable sucking
position.

   He's so thoughtful, she thought as she looked up at her son.

   Valerie was easily the most skilled cocksucker Michael would ever meet.
It only took her a couple of minutes to coax another load of her son's
delicious spunk into her eagerly sucking mouth.  That was another sight he
would never tire of seeing--his mother happily drinking his cum.  He moaned
out loud and reached down to gently stroke her hair and the side of her
face while she finished sucking out every drop he had to offer.

   When she had drained him completely, she released his cock with a smack
of her lips and smiled up at him.  He once again shook his head in
disbelief as he smiled back.

   "You are so amazing," he said softly.

   "Thank you," she replied, beaming at the compliment and the adoring look
in her son's eyes.

   He slid back down her body, nibbling and teasing her aroused nipples
again.  He slid his feet off the bed and then stood between her legs,
reaching for her toned calves.  Valerie groaned when she felt him spreading
her legs.  She couldn't believe her insatiable son was already going to
fuck her again.  She was confused when he didn't slide his cock back into
her wet pussy.  What was he doing down there?

   She gasped in disbelief when his tongue invaded the wet folds of her
pussy.  She lifted her head from the pillow, and her eyes were wide as she
looked down at his face between her thighs.  Valerie had not had her pussy
licked in almost thirty years, and she had not expected it at all.

   "Michael, you don't have to do that!" she cried out.  The way her
husband had avoided licking her pussy, she just assumed men didn't care for
the taste of it.  She didn't mind licking her juices off of her husband's
cock, nor her son's, now, but she was under the impression that her pussy
tasted bad.

   "Mmm," her son moaned into her wet snatch.  He pulled his face an inch
away for just long enough to smile at her and say, "You taste delicious,
Mom.  I could eat this tasty pussy all night long."

   He practically dove back into her, slurping her juices with gusto.

   "Oh my god!" she gasped out.

   Her son was a talented pussy licker.  He had her squirming in orgasm in
mere minutes, and he kept right on going until she cried out in a second
spectacular orgasm.  Any doubts she had that he really enjoyed it
dissipated when he stood up and slid his rampant erection into her
freshly-eaten pussy.  He was as hard and thick as she had ever felt, and
his eyes blazed with lust once again.

   "You are--" she started, but then he was pounding her too hard for her
to speak coherently.  "OH!  OH!  YES!  Ohmygodyou--OH FUCK YES!" was all
she could get out.

   She came once more, and then they came together, both of them moaning
uncontrollably just a few minutes later.  Valerie loved feeling her son's
cock filling her with his hot cum, and it made her shake her head from side
to side.  He leaned down and kissed her softly, once again invading her
mouth with his tongue.  She sucked on his tongue, relishing her own tangy
taste.  It served as an arousing reminder that he had just licked her pussy
so well.

   That simple act had sealed it in her mind.  She was her son's woman now.
He loved her and pleased her and complimented her.  She felt sexy and
worthwhile with her son.  As she wrapped her arms around him and they
kissed on the bed, she felt truly happy and relaxed for the first time in
decades.  Valerie giggled when she felt her son's hard cock lurch inside
her.  It made her giddy that he could recover for her so quickly.

   "What's so funny?" he asked, smiling down at her.

   "It's not that it's funny," she said, reaching up to stroke his hair,
"I'm just so happy.  You are simply amazing, Michael.  And you make me feel
amazing."

   "You are amazing, Mom," he replied.

   His hips slowly slid forward, burying his hard cock inside her to the
hilt.  They were both a little tender after so many intense orgasms, but it
didn't stop him from slowly sliding in and out of her while they whispered
to each other and kissed.  After a half hour of that deliciously slow
fucking and making out, they rose from the bed and once again showered
together.

   This time, they did not fuck in the shower.  They did kiss and fondle
each other's bodies as they gently soaped and cleaned each other.  Michael
stood behind his mother and gently shampooed her hair, massaging her scalp
thoroughly in the process.  Valerie was so relaxed after that luxurious
treatment that she almost fell asleep.

   The entire house was comfortably warm when they emerged from the shower
and dried off.  They walked, naked, out to the kitchen and drank some cool
water.  They couldn't help but admire each other's naked bodies as they
stood on the bare tile floor.  Even that floor felt remarkably warmer now
that the heat was restored.

   "Just how high did you turn up the heat, anyway?" Valerie asked her son.

   "Sadly, that's only seventy-three degrees," he answered, "After
practically freezing the past two nights, it feels like eighty in here."

   Valerie slid her right hand over her right breast, feeling her hard
nipple brush her palm.  She made a cute little pout with her lips.

   "You're not going to make me sleep all alone now that it's warmer, are
you?" she asked.

   Michael grinned, but then abruptly looked thoughtful.

   "You know," he said, "We probably ought to sleep in my bed from now on.
I know it's not as big, but we don't have to worry about making a mess of
the bed.  We could just wash your bed linens once and do a nice job of
making that bed.  Then we can do whatever we want in my room."

   "You are so thoughtful," she said as she leaned in to kiss him again. 
"We'll do that in the morning."

   They cuddled beneath a sheet that night.  It took mere minutes for them
to fall into a deep and satisfied slumber.

   The next morning, Valerie was delighted to wake up to the sensation of
her son licking her pussy again.  His talented tongue teased and explored
her, diving deep into her before lapping in loving circles around her
engorged pussy lips.  She squealed when he naughtily dipped down to lap at
her sphincter.  No one had ever licked her asshole before.

   He feasted on her, before finally latching onto her inflamed clit and
sucking on it hard.  He plunged two fingers inside her and wriggled them
against her g-spot.  She screamed out loud at the intense orgasm that
treatment triggered.  It took her several minutes to recover her breath
afterwards, and he was languidly licking and sucking her the entire time.

   "Good morning," he said softly, when he finally released her pussy from
his lips.

   She reached down and tousled his hair, still panting slightly.

   "Have I told you lately that you are the best son ever?" she said with a
smile.

   "Really?" he replied, running his tongue back up her wet pussy, "What
kind of son licks his own mother's pussy like that?"

   "Oh," she groaned, "The very best kind!  Come up here and give your
mother a hug."

   Naturally, his hard cock slid into her waiting pussy as his mouth found
hers.  She moaned around his invading tongue as he filled her hungry pussy
again.  Valerie spread her legs and wrapped them around his back, savoring
that marvelous sensation once again.  It still felt like he was splitting
her open with his thick shaft, even after the marathon of sex they had
enjoyed yesterday.

   She bit down on his tongue when she came again, pulling her head back to
apologize afterwards.  He ruefully ran his tongue around inside his mouth,
checking to make sure he wasn't bleeding.

   "It's okay, Mom," he said with a soft smile.

   She released him from her legs and the two of them got out of bed. 
Michael gave her a kiss and looked her up and down once again.

   "Damn, I will never get used to that," he said, "I need to use the
bathroom, and I'll be right back."

   She nodded at his retreating, muscular backside.  She shivered as she
made her way into her own bathroom, but not from cold.  Her son was just so
damned sexy.

   After they had relieved themselves, they shared another shower in his
bathroom for once.  He pressed her up against the tub surround and fucked
her from behind while reaching around to grope and squeeze her big tits.

   "I wish we had a bigger tub," she gasped, "I would love to sit in a hot
tub with you all day."

   He bit her neck as he unloaded his first orgasm of the day into her
spasming pussy.

   "That would be a really nice day," he panted into her ear afterward.

   His shower had a removable nozzle, so he was able to thoroughly spray
his cum out of her pussy.  That sensation made Valerie come so hard she
nearly fell over in the tub.  Michael had to drop the nozzle and quickly
grab her, holding her steady until her legs regained their strength.

   "Jesus," she panted, "I had no idea that would happen."

   They both got dressed after they had dried from the shower.  Michael
wore a bathrobe, and his mother wriggled into a sexy little teddy.  They
enjoyed a leisurely breakfast together.  While Valerie cooked, Michael
stripped the bed linens from his parents' bed and started the washing
machine.  They cleaned and vacuumed in that bedroom after breakfast, since
he had spied a popcorn kernel on the floor.

   Valerie had dropped to her hands and knees to look beneath the bed,
making sure nothing had gotten under there.  She looked up over her
shoulder to see her son standing behind her.  He was staring at her exposed
bottom, and his erection tented out the front of that robe.

   "You really like my ass, don't you?" she asked.

   He could only nod mutely, unable to tear his eyes from the sexy sight in
front of him.  The bottom of the teddy framed the heart-shaped curve or her
cheeks, and her asshole was parted slightly, just above her slick pussy
lips.  She bit her lip, slowly lowering her head to the floor.  She was
completely aroused in that vulnerable position, knowing what was about to
happen.

   "Please be gentle," she moaned into the carpet.

   Michael was so fixated on her gorgeous bottom that he hadn't heard her.
He shook his head.

   "What was that?" he asked.

   "When you fuck my ass," she answered, "Please be gentle."

   Michael's legs felt like jelly as he half-staggered into his parents'
bathroom.  He hunted through the drawers and the cabinet beneath the sink
before returning to his mother.

   "Where do you keep the lube?" he asked.

   "What lube?" she countered.  She was looking over her shoulder at him
with a baffled expression.

   "Dad doesn't..." he started to say, but then it seemed obvious.

   That sadistic bastard wouldn't have used any lube.  He would have
enjoyed her pain when he fucked poor Valerie in her ass.  Rather than
taking her as she expected, Michael knelt behind her instead and it was his
tongue that invaded her horny little sphincter.

   Valerie was utterly shocked--first, because she hadn't expected it--but
then...well, she had no idea that a man would actually do such a thing! 
She had seen it in a couple of porn movies, but her husband had
fast-forwarded through those scenes in disgust.  At first, she tried to
crawl away from that invading tongue, but Michael slapped her bottom and
growled at her.

   "Stop that," he said, before plunging his thick tongue back into her
ass.

   "Oh, god!" she gasped out.

   She had no inkling just how intense that would feel.  Michael spanked
her a few more times while his insistent tongue fucked her sphincter.  She
was opening for him nicely, her ass soaked with his saliva.  He slid his
right thumb into her pussy, and his fingers teased her clit while he
alternated driving his tongue and his thumb into her.

   Valerie assumed he was getting her asshole ready for him to fuck it, and
she found herself looking forward to it.  Even though Tom was terribly
rough on her when he fucked her ass, she still mostly enjoyed it.  Despite
the pain, she loved the helpless feeling when she was on her knees and her
ass was forced open by his hard cock.  Her little bottom was terribly
sensitive.  Truth be told, she loved the sensation...and maybe even the
pain, a little bit.

   "That's enough!" she finally gasped back at him, "I'm ready now!"

   He just buried his tongue in her backside and began wriggling his thumb
around in her pussy.  She cried out into the carpet as her hips bucked in
orgasm.  Her legs and buttocks trembled afterward.  She looked over her
shoulder at her son again as he rose to his feet behind her.

   She was confused when he held out his hand to help her up from the
floor.

   "I thought you were going to fuck me?" she half-asked, half-stated. 
"I'm ready for you to take my ass, now."

   Michael's cock twitched visibly, but he shook his head.

   "Oh, I am going to love fucking your amazing little asshole, Mom," he
breathed, "But not until we go shopping for some lube.  I want to be able
to take my time, and for us both to enjoy it."

   She finally let him help her up from the floor.

   "I've never used any real lubricant," she said softly, "Does it really
make that much of a difference?"

   "Wow," he said, "You really have no idea."

   He kissed her softly on her cheek.  Michael was still completely hard,
and it took tremendous restraint for him to hold back.  Perhaps it would
not have been terribly painful for his mother--he had thoroughly eaten out
her asshole and soaked it with saliva, after all.  He just didn't want to
take that chance.  He wanted it to be amazing and pleasurable for both of
them.

   "I need to get dressed and see about shoveling off our driveway," he
said, "I may not be able to finish it all today, but I want to get it
started at least.  If we can't get out of here, we'll start running out of
food."

   It was very bright outside, with the sun gleaming off of the unbroken
drifts of show that blanketed their property.  Michael put on his
sunglasses to shield his eyes from the glare and his breath was a visible
cloud of steam each time he exhaled.  He steeled himself for the hard work
ahead as he shoveled his way once across the driveway, marking the edges
before bending to clear the snow in earnest.

   The driveway was a half mile long, curving around the side of one of the
hills on their property before merging onto the main road.  Only a few more
inches of snow had fallen overnight, but it was back-breaking work trying
to clear away all of that snow.  Michael was perspiring heavily, and his
lower back ached before he had even gotten fifty feet from the house.

   This would be so much easier if we at least had a fucking snow shovel!
he thought, rubbing his back.  He held up the sad little excuse for a
shovel he was using.  It was a short-handled garden shovel.  The leading
edge of it was squared, at least, but it was only ten inches wide.  At this
rate, it will take me a week to reach the road.

   "Are you okay, Michael?" his mother hollered from the front doorway.

   He turned and waved, trying to grin through his pain.

   "It's just taking longer than I thought," he shouted back, "The first
thing we're going to buy is a decent snow shovel!"

   She couldn't help but laugh, bitterly.  She shook her head.

   "I'm so sorry, Michael," she said.

   He nodded and turned to get back to work.  Valerie stood and watched his
muscular butt cheeks and the backs of his thighs while he worked.  A couple
of minutes of that was all she could stand, though.  It was bitterly cold
and she retreated back inside.

   She did own 'real clothes,' of course, just nothing very warm.  Back in
California, she had gone shopping regularly, and she certainly didn't wear
lingerie out in public.  She went through her closet and found a sweatshirt
with matching pants, and put those on.  She made a hot mug of cocoa for her
son and took it out to him.

   "You're making some progress," she said after handing him the steaming
mug.

   Michael sipped the cocoa and looked back toward the house, surprised to
see he had covered another fifty feet.  He was already halfway to the start
of the curve.  He pulled up his sleeve to check his watch, groaning when he
saw that he had spent forty-five minutes shoveling already.  At this rate,
it would take him another seven or eight hours of shoveling to reach the
road.

   "My poor back won't last that long," he groaned softly.  He hadn't meant
to say it out loud.

   "Are you in a lot of pain?" Valerie asked, her eyes darting over her
son's body.  She looked worried.

   "My muscles are just really sore," he replied, "I have to bend over so
far with this little shovel.  What I wouldn't give to just have a
flamethrower right now!"

   He flipped the shovel around and blew out his breath in a 'whoosh' as he
pantomimed waving the nozzle of a flame thrower at the banks of snow
coating the driveway.  Valerie laughed for a moment, but then looked
thoughtful.

   "We do have a leaf blower," she said, "Do you think that would work to
blow off the snow?"

   "Hey, it's worth a shot," Michael replied.

   Sadly, the leaf blower was completely ineffective.  At point-blank
range, it slightly melted a little bit of the snow.  It couldn't budge the
wet snow otherwise, even at its highest setting.  Michael shrugged as he
took it back to the garage to put it away.

   "It wasn't a terrible idea, Mom," he said, "I really wish it had
worked."

   He noticed that his mom was shivering non-stop and shooed her into the
house.  Valerie opened the curtains in the front room and watched him as he
went back to work with the shovel.

   Michael sang softly to himself as he worked, doing his best to ignore
the shrieking muscles in his lower back.  The time seemed to go much faster
when he did that, and the pain was tolerable as long as he kept working
steadily.  He did stop when he got halfway through the curve around the
hill.  He had been shoveling snow for three hours straight, and he really
had to take a break.  On the bright side, he was able to see the road from
his vantage point.

   Oh, thank god, he thought, At least they've got that plowed.  All I have
to do is shovel from here to there...

   He was stretching out his back as he walked toward the house, trying to
release some of the tension in those tortured muscles.  Now that he had
stopped, the pain was intense.  Spasms shot through those muscles, throwing
off his balance and causing him to stagger slightly as he walked.  At the
same time, he was calculating just how far he had gone, and how much more
he had to go.  He wasn't quite halfway from the house to the road, but it
was close.  He looked at his watch again.  If his back would allow it, he
might be able to finish before it got dark tonight.

   The house smelled great when he stepped inside.  He had left his shoes
outside after banging off most of the snow and ice.  His fingers were
bright red when he pulled off his gloves.  He blew on his hands and rubbed
them together.  They were sore and stiff, making it laborious to take off
his jacket.  Valerie interrupted his struggles and helped him undress.

   "Here, let me help you," she said warmly.

   "Thanks, Mom," he said, genuinely grateful as she peeled off all of his
soaked and chilled clothes.

   "I'll just put these right into the washer," she said, "You go get into
a warm bath."

   "That sounds like heaven," he answered.

   He tried to lean over to kiss her, but his back stiffened at the effort,
causing him to release a pained gasp.  Valerie dropped the clothes to the
floor and helped guide her son into the bathroom.  She wrapped a thick
bathrobe around him and turned to fill the tub with warm water.  When it
was a quarter full, she peeled the robe from him and helped him into the
tub.

   At first, the warm water hurt--especially his frigid toes and fingers.
After a few minutes, though, he began to thaw and relax.

   "Thanks Mom," he sighed.  "By the way, whatever you made for lunch
smells delicious."

   "Oh!" she said, rushing out to the kitchen.

   She turned off the burners and hastily moved the two saucepans to the
unlit back burners.  She winced as she lifted the lid, and was relieved to
see that she hadn't scorched the potatoes.  She stirred them thoroughly. 
The mixed vegetables in the other saucepan were fine.

   She served up a plate full of lunch and served her naked son in the
bathtub.  She set his drink on the edge of the tub.  Michael had to laugh.

   "I feel like some hedonistic Roman emperor," he quipped.  "Soaking in
the hot tub like this, with a feast to munch on."

   Valerie smiled down at her son.

   "You've earned it, baby," she said, rubbing his shoulders and neck.  "I
just wish I could give you a blowjob at the same time."

   He choked on a bite of chicken, coughing a bit as he looked up at her.

   Damn, she's serious!

   He almost dropped the plate into the tub when he saw the hungry look on
her face.  He recovered, smiling and shaking his head at his sexy mother.

   "This delicious lunch will be fine, Mom," he chuckled.  "I don't think I
would be able to focus on eating if you had my dick in your mouth."

   Her look said she would love to find out.  He was completely limp in
that warm water, though.  The pain in his muscles had thoroughly sapped his
sex drive.  Valerie left him alone, getting her own lunch and a glass of
wine.  She took it into the bathroom, and then got a chair from the dining
room so she could sit next to him while they ate.

   "This bath feels amazing," he said with a sigh, "but I am not looking
forward to going back out there."

   "I really wish I could help you," she said.  "It's ridiculous that we
don't even have another warm jacket between us."

   "That's okay," he replied, "We only have the one shovel anyway."

   After he had finished his lunch, Michael dressed in a dry set of clothes
before pulling the damp jacket back on and stepping outside.  He handed his
mother the drenched shoes that he had left outside, since he had changed
into his basketball high-tops.  She watched him set his shoulders and
trudge down the driveway to get back to work, then took all of the wet
clothes and started them in the washer.

   Valerie could no longer see him from the house.  She fretted about him
as she cleaned up after lunch and moved the laundry into the dryer.  It
occurred to her that she could at least drive their SUV--a Lincoln
Navigator--out to where he was working.  She was worried about him, and
really wanted to help or at least keep him company.  She put her shoes back
on and found her keys.

   Valerie was careful as she drove down the driveway.  She could hear
stray bits of snow and ice crunching beneath the tires.  Michael stood and
turned to look at her as she pulled around the bend behind him.  He smiled
and stretched his back again before walking over to her window.  She rolled
down the window and grinned at her son.

   "I missed you," she said.

   He laughed at that.  "I missed you too, Mom." He leaned in her window to
give her a kiss.  He glanced at the dashboard, noting that there was
slightly less than half a tank of gas.

   "You probably ought to turn off the engine," he said, "This is going to
take a few more hours, and you don't want to run out of gas."

   "Oh," she said, looking at the gas gage for the first time, "That's
smart.  I'm glad you said something."

   She turned off the engine and climbed out of the SUV to keep him company
while he shoveled.  She insisted on taking a turn shoveling, but was far
less effective at it than Michael had been.  He loved her for making the
effort, though.  He let her work at it for a half hour before hugging her
tightly and taking the shovel back from her shivering fingers.

   "Go ahead and warm up in the SUV," he said, "I'll take over for a
while."

   She turned the engine back on, letting it run long enough to make the
cabin of the vehicle nice and toasty.  Michael joined her there for a
ten-minute break, basking in the warmth.

   "These seat warmers are amazing," he moaned.

   "You should recline the seat and get comfortable," she said, "That
should really help your back."

   He nodded and found the control for the seat.  He groaned in relief as
the warm seat cradled his tortured body.

   Valerie could not help herself.  Her son looked so sexy and vulnerable.
She leaned over and unzipped his trousers, fishing out his cock and
slurping it into her mouth.  Michael was frankly surprised that she was
able to get him hard again so quickly.  He would not have thought it
possible after the prolonged cold and the pain in his muscles.  Before his
ten-minute break was over, she had him bucking in orgasm.

   "Wow," he said softly.  He couldn't find any more words at the moment.

   After she had swallowed his load and licked her lips, Valerie smiled at
her son.

   "Thanks for that," she said.

   "Thank you," he replied.

   They basked in the warmth for two more minutes before Valerie turned off
the engine.  Michael kissed her before groaning and forcing himself to get
out of the warm vehicle and back to work.

   With the SUV right there, Michael was able to shovel a narrower path on
the driveway.  It was a couple of feet wider than the Navigator was on
either side, but it shaved off a lot of time.  He did take one more break,
and Valerie did take one more shift shoveling while he did.  At last, they
reached the road.

   Valerie drove them back to the house so that they could shower and
change before going shopping.  They hurried, not wanting to wait too long
to get on the road.

   By the time they reached the city limits, it was once again starting to
snow lightly.  Michael watched the falling snow with a horrified expression
on his face.  His mother reached over to gently squeeze his thigh when she
saw his face.

   "Just relax, baby," she cooed to him, "We'll have a nice dinner out and
figure it out from there."

   Because he had one set of soaked sneakers in the dryer at home and the
second in the washer, Michael had dressed up.  His dress shoes went well
with a nice pair of dress slacks, and he wore a dress shirt and tie beneath
his sweater.  That outfit worked with the stylish dress his mother wore,
though her outfit wasn't as warm as his.  When they walked in to the
gardening section of the Wal-Mart, though, they drew a few startled looks.

   They quickly grabbed a pair of broad snow shovels.  Valerie selected a
slightly smaller one than her son had, making sure it was comfortable in
her grasp.  They strolled through the store, basking in the warmth and
brightness as they filled their shopping cart with warm gloves, thick
coats, winter hats, snow pants and sweat shirts.  Michael thought the snow
boots were overpriced, and said so.

   "Dad's going to have a cow when he sees this bill," he murmured.

   "Don't be silly," Valerie responded, "If we have to shovel our way back
to the house, we will thank God we have these ugly things."

   They moved on to stock up on groceries, but Michael's eyes lit up as
they passed a rack of DVDs that were on clearance.  He grabbed one and
grinned as he showed it to his mother.

   "Sleepless in Seattle, Mom," he grinned at her, "It's the director's
cut, no less."

   She smiled warmly and wrapped her arm around him in a hug as he tossed
it into their cart.

   By the time they had gotten all of their groceries, Michael had snagged
a second shopping cart.  He made sure he stopped in the personal hygiene
section to grab a tube of 'personal lubricant' before rejoining his mother
in the produce section.  When the clerk rang up their purchases, Michael
made sure to look uncomfortably embarrassed when the lube was run across
the scanner.

   The snow was falling a bit heavier by the time they unloaded the carts
into the back of the Navigator.  Once again, Michael looked uneasily at the
falling snow.  Valerie rubbed his sore back reassuringly.

   "It's going to be okay, baby," she assured him.

   They decided on a chain restaurant rather than something fancier.

   "They will have a bunch of televisions," Valerie reasoned, "so we can
see what's going on with the weather."

   They pulled into the parking lot and hustled through the falling snow to
get inside.  There were not very many customers in the place, so they
didn't have to wait to be seated.

   "Is it okay if we just sit at the bar?" Valerie asked.

   "Sure," the hostess replied.  "Will you be ordering food?"

   "Yes, I just figured we could sit and watch television.  Our satellite
has been out at our place the last three days, and we just managed to
shovel our way out this evening."

   "Oh!" came the startled reply, "Did you know we are under a winter storm
advisory?"

   Michael and Valerie both groaned at that.  "No, we did not," Michael
replied.

   They seated themselves at the bar and the hostess gave them menus. 
Michael pulled out his phone.

   "Oh, sweet," he said, "We have wi-fi here."

   Valerie gripped his forearm and pointed at the television screen. 
Michael's jaw dropped when he saw the ominous blue and pink blobs on the
screen--two massive storm fronts were heading their way.

   "What are we going to do?" Michael asked her.

   "Let me borrow your phone," she replied.  He handed it to her, and she
said, "We'll go ahead and order dinner.  I'm going to find us a nice hotel
to stay in until this storm passes."

   Their food arrived quickly and it was very good.  They ate quickly and
left a nice tip.  It was a short drive from there to the hotel Valerie had
found for them online.  She hopped out of the vehicle, leaving it running
while she dashed into the hotel lobby and got them checked in.  They drove
around to park in front of their room.  A foot of snow had already fallen.

   They grabbed bags and ran them inside, Michael made five more trips to
the SUV to bring everything inside while Valerie quickly sorted through the
groceries.  She had him take five full bags back outside.  Those things
would be fine if they froze.  She also found the winter coat she had bought
for her son and put it on him after his third trip to the Navigator.

   Once everything was inside, Michael quickly closed the door behind him,
leaning against it with a sigh as he caught his breath.  He finally took
the time to survey the room, and his eyes widened.  This looked like it was
either a honeymoon suite, or they had checked into some sort of sex hotel.
The bed was actually heart-shaped and it was covered in shiny satin sheets.
There was a large mirror over that bed, and another one in the heart-shaped
headboard.  The carpet was pink or salmon colored thick shag.

   "What the heck?" he breathed, "Mom, what kind of hotel is this?"

   She had been bent over, trying to squeeze as many of the groceries as
she could into the miniature refrigerator.  She looked over her shoulder at
her son's wide eyes and smiled at him.

   "I know," she said, "It looks bad, but this place has a full-sized hot
tub in the bathroom.  That was really what I was looking for, and I didn't
pay enough attention to the rest of the details."

   They both started when they heard the ominous ring tone from Valerie's
purse.  Her mouth dried up as she went to answer it.

   "Hello?" she said into her phone, knowing it was her husband.

   "What the hell are you doing?" Tom's voice was icy.  "It's bad enough
you are splurging at the grocery store, but now you've gotten a hotel?  You
know what will happen to you if you are cheating on me..."

   "Oh, no, it's nothing like that!" she protested.  "Michael had to spend
the whole day shoveling snow just so we could drive out and get food.  We
bought some winter clothes and snow shovels along with the groceries. 
There's a pair of massive winter storms coming in tonight, and the first
one is already here."

   Michael seethed when he heard the desperate, pleading tone in his
mother's voice.  He held out his hand and her expression calmed when she
looked into his compassionate face.

   "Hold on, Tom," she said quickly, "Michael wants to talk to you." Her
hand still shook when she handed her son the phone.

   "Hey, Dad," Michael said smoothly, "I really wish we were with you in
Florida right now.  Can you believe this crazy snow storm we're getting?"

   He pulled his face from the phone, smiling at his mother and blowing her
a kiss.  Of course, Tom had no idea.  He hadn't bothered to watch the
weather since he had flown out of Nebraska days earlier.

   "Actually, I'm still in Atlanta," Tom replied, his voice losing its icy
edge, "I won't fly to Orlando until Saturday morning."

   Tom grabbed the television remote from the nightstand in his own hotel
suite, turning on the TV and finding the Weather Channel.  Even though he
expected to see something about a winter storm, the enormity of that storm
system was shocking to behold.  It was the leading story on Weather
Channel, and they raved about the dangerous and historical nature of this
particular system.  A satisfied smile played across Tom's lips when they
started tossing the word 'blizzard' around on the set.

   "Alright," Tom said into the phone, "I'm looking at the weather on the
TV here.  Are you guys going to be alright?"

   Not like you really care, Dad, Michael thought bitterly.

   "Yes, sir," he replied, "We may be stuck in this hotel for a few days
before we can get out and go home, but we're safe."

   "Good," Tom replied.

   Back in his hotel suite in Atlanta, he watched the sexy little coed
emerge from his bathroom.  She was still dripping wet and she looked
shaken. He loved that look when he took a girl's virgin ass for the first
time--that shocked disbelief.  It made his cock harden as he lay in the bed
and looked at her.  Her eyes widened when she saw it.  She looked
frightened.

   "Take care of your mother," he said into the phone, hanging up and
dropping it to the bed before his son could respond.

   Oh, don't worry about that, you bastard.  I will take better care of her
than you ever did.

   Michael smiled at his mother, handing her phone back to her.  He waited
for her to put it back in her purse, and then he hugged her fiercely.  They
stood like that for several minutes, holding each other tightly and rocking
as they comforted each other.  Valerie finally broke the hug and kissed her
son.

   "Let's get the rest of these groceries put away so we can enjoy that hot
tub," she said.

   "I'll start filling up the hot tub now," he replied, "That's going to
take a while."

   He smiled at her, finally shedding his winter coat and hanging it up
before walking into the large bathroom.  She couldn't help but smile
lovingly at his retreating back.

   He's just so thoughtful, she thought once again.

   Half an hour later, they relaxed in the hot tub.  Their bodies were
still intertwined in the aftermath of their shared orgasm.  Michael's
softening cock was still buried in his mother's clinging pussy and she
savored his hot cum inside of her.

   "I love you so much," she murmured into his ear.

   He kissed her neck and worked his way up to her earlobe.

   "I love you too, Mom," he groaned into her ear.

   Michael admired her sexy body as she gently disengaged from his hug and
rose from the hot tub.  He had a questioning look on his face, but still
appreciated the way her huge breasts shook deliciously and dripped water.

   "We can't have your sperm floating all over the hot tub, now, can we?"
she smiled down at him.

   She stepped carefully over to the shower stall, stepping in and closing
the door.  The glass door was completely transparent.  Michael was treated
to a marvelous show as his mother showered her sexy body and flushed his
cum from her pussy.  Her entire body glistened beneath the warm spray of
the shower.

   She looks like a goddess, he thought as he watched her in awe.

   His back was finally relenting.  The tightly coiled, agonized muscles of
his lower back were slowly relaxing in the hot water of that big tub.  For
the first time since early that morning, Michael was not wracked by
unbearable pain.

   Valerie rejoined her son in the hot tub when she was satisfied that she
was clean.  She basked in his appreciative gaze and could not help but
smile.  Her son made her feel like the sexiest woman alive when he looked
at her like that.  She slipped back into the hot water with a groan.

   "This is so wonderful," she breathed.

   "I can make it better," Michael said.

   He maneuvered her body easily in the water, turning her so that she
faced away from him and pulling her into his lap.  His strong fingers and
thumbs massaged her shoulders and neck.  She felt her body melting under
that expert attention and could only moan softly in pleasure.  If his hard
cock pressed into her ass had not distracted her, she might have fallen
asleep.

   Michael worked her over for twenty minutes, and then he pressed her
forward to continue massaging his way down her back.  There were a few soft
pops as her spine relaxed.  Her lower back was always tense, except for
when he massaged those anxious muscles into submission.  After the massage,
Valerie lay back on her son's chest and he wrapped his arms around her. 
They relaxed in the warm water for another half hour without saying a word.
The only sounds were soft moans of contentment until the heater attached to
the tub kicked on and began circulating and heating the water.

   Valerie finally spoke.

   "We should probably get out of the tub," she said, holding up one pruney
hand.

   "I could just fall asleep like this," he replied in a drowsy voice, "but
I'm afraid we'd drown."

   They helped each other out of the tub and lovingly dried each other off.
The bath towels at this hotel were surprisingly thick and soft.  Valerie
smiled happily as she dried her son's hard cock.  Despite all that
relaxation, this muscle was still delightfully firm for her.  They walked
hand-in-hand to the garish bed and slid beneath the sinfully soft satin
sheets.  They held each other and kissed each other slowly.

   Despite their shared arousal, and despite the fact that the lights were
on, they both fell asleep within minutes.  They were just so warm and
comfortable that they could not stay awake after the long day they had been
through.  Valerie snored softly over her son's shoulder as the gale raged
outside.

   * * *

   Ironically, the young woman that Tom had been mercilessly ass-fucking
all night was named Gale.  She quietly let herself out of his hotel suite,
closing the door behind her.  She had to suppress a whimper as her tortured
bottom throbbed with every step.  That man had not been gentle with her at
all.  He had spanked her ass hard the entire time he pounded his thick cock
into her.  She could practically feel the handprints on her ass cheeks.

   She shook her head and bit back a sob as she made her way out of the
hotel and found her car in the parking lot.  Tom didn't even know her name,
and she knew it.  He didn't care about her at all.  A part of her was
relieved that she had not given him her phone number.  She knew that if he
called her, she would come back for more.  As it was, she knew she would be
tempted to return the following evening.

   She slid into the driver's seat of her car, and could feel cum leaking
out of her pulsing, abused asshole.  She hoped it would not soak through
her pants and ruin the upholstery.  Gale tried to steel her resolve as she
drove home.  She had to be strong, she thought; she had to stay away from
Tom.  By the time she had parked her car, though, she knew she would return
for more the next night.

   * * *

   Valerie awoke before her son did.  She still felt incredibly relaxed and
now she felt rested.  She had no idea how long they had slept.  She lay in
her son's warm embrace and listened to the wind whistling outside their
hotel room door.  The storm had raged all night, and she knew it would
continue all day.  She didn't want to leave the bed, but her curiosity
compelled her.

   Michael grumbled softly in his sleep as she slid from his arms and sat
up on the edge of the bed.  The room was nice and toasty, since the heater
had continued to run all night.  It was a bit humid as well.  The hot tub
was still full and the attached heating unit had circulated that hot water
all night.

   Valerie stood and retrieved her purse from the table.  She pulled out
her phone and saw that it was half past seven in the morning.  She thought
carefully and then looked at the recent calls list on her phone.  Tom had
called at nine-thirty the previous night, so they had probably slept nine
hours or more.  It gave Valerie a naughty thrill to peek out the curtains,
since she was completely naked.

   She gasped audibly.  The snow was piled up against the window, almost
all the way to the top.  Only a six-inch strip at the top of the window let
in the pale light.  Through that little gap, she could still see thick
flakes of snow falling.  It made her shiver.  She looked down and saw that
her thick nipples were rock hard.  She put her phone back into her purse
and rubbed her nipples as she padded into the bathroom to relieve her
bladder.

   Afterward, she peeked in on her sleeping son before closing the bathroom
door so she could shower.  She was incredibly turned on as her soapy
fingers slid into her ass to make sure it was nice and clean.  She bit her
lip to keep from moaning as her fingers spread that little hole open to let
the soapy water rinse away.

   I'm about to let my sexy son fuck me in the ass!

   Her mind savored that thought.  She could picture it easily, after
having his naked body available so much recently.  She dried her body
thoroughly, and then quietly searched through the shopping bags until she
found the lubricant.  Michael's voice from behind her made her jump.

   "What are you doing over there, Mom?"

   Though she had done her best to be quiet, the rustling of the plastic
bags had awakened him.  Valerie was disappointed in herself, until she
turned to see his face.  He had clearly been admiring her ass, and his
erection tenting up the satin sheets bore mute witness to the lust burning
in his eyes.  She held up the tube of lubricant, and loved the way his eyes
lit up when she did.

   She walked over to the bed, her legs weak with lust.  They both noticed
how that made her breasts jiggle and bounce.  Her nipples were again hard
with arousal as she slid into the bed and handed him the lube.  She turned
her body away from him, turning on to her hands and knees and pointing her
luscious bottom at him.  She watched over her shoulder as he rose to his
knees.  His thick, hard cock bobbed in front of him as the sheets fell away
from his body.

   She squealed out in surprise when he grabbed her hips and flipped her
over onto her back.  He reached for a pillow and lifted her from the bed to
slide it under her ass.

   "I want to see your face," he said as he opened the tube and spread the
lubricant over the head of his cock.

   Valerie was surprised at just how gentle he was.  His fingers softly
probed her eager sphincter, coating it with the slippery stuff.  He
carefully opened her horny little hole and she thought that his slick
fingers felt absolutely magical in there.

   Michael was equally surprised at how eagerly his mother's asshole opened
up for him.  He had expected to take a lot of time to prepare her tiny
pucker properly, but she was clearly ready after a couple of minutes.  He
closed the tube and set it aside, then worked the rest of the lube from his
fingers onto the length of his shaft.  Their eyes met as that thick, meaty
head pressed against the tight ring of her asshole.

   "Yes!" she gasped as she felt her son's cock opening her up.

   Michael's eyes were all over the place, and everything he saw just fired
up his libido.  Her eyes were wide with lust, her breasts were heaving, her
nipples were rock hard, and her tight little hole looked amazing as it
spread around the head of his invading cock.  He was only able to go slowly
because he was savoring every second of this incredible experience.

   Oh my god!  Valerie thought, He was so right!  I had no idea how
wonderful this could be!

   The combination of seeing her son's expression while his thick cock
stretched her sensitive asshole wide open was beyond belief.  She could not
recall ever being so aroused.  At that angle, the thick head of his cock
was not only filling her ass, it was also pressing against her g-spot right
through her pussy walls.  Her eyes got even wider and she gasped in
disbelief at the powerful orgasm that washed over her.

   Michael recognized that look, and it made his cock throb.  The tightness
of her backdoor was stimulation enough, but the mental arousal he got from
knowing his mother was having an anal orgasm on his dick...Wow!  That just
pushed it to a new level of amazing for him.  He couldn't help but groan as
he slowly slid his length deep into his mother's hungry ass.

   Valerie shuddered through that first orgasm, causing her breasts to
shake irresistibly.  He was taking her ass!  Oh, she just could not believe
how sensational her son was.  A part of her wanted to be taken roughly,
wanted him to just use her asshole and fuck it hard.  That same part of her
reveled in the way he controlled her now as she looked into his
lust-contorted face.

   "You don't have to be gentle, baby," she said breathlessly, "You can
fuck my ass hard if you want to."

   His eyes felt like they were looking into her soul as they locked onto
hers.

   "I know," he replied simply.

   He wasn't smug about it; his face was somehow loving despite the burning
lust in his eyes.  He was simply acknowledging what she said.  Her ass was
his and they both knew it.

   My asshole is his, she thought, My son will be fucking my tight little
ass whenever he wants it!

   She exploded again, coming so hard that her pussy launched juices onto
her son's taut stomach.  She hoped that he would want it a lot.  Thinking
about him just taking her willing asshole all over their house prolonged
that orgasm for what seemed like hours to her.  She couldn't stop coming as
she pictured him bending her over the kitchen counter, the dining room
table, the back of the couch, the side of the bed...

   "Fuck!" she cried out loud.

   Michael had to hold his cock sheathed all the way inside her because her
entire body was shaking so hard.  The spasms of the muscles inside her
tight ass threatened to crush him in their grip.  He smiled down at his
sexy mom as she babbled through the rest of that intense orgasm.

   "Are you okay?" he whispered gently, after her shaking had ceased.

   She nodded her head eagerly, not trusting her dry mouth to form proper
words.  Instead, her hands clutched as his muscular bottom, urging him to
fuck her.  It was his turn now.

   Michael still refused to rush things.  She felt too incredible, and he
wanted to relish every moment.  Oh, there would be plenty of frenzied
ass-fucking in their future, to be sure.  There would never be another
first time, though.

   In his mind, he was taken back to the sun-drenched beach in southern
California, where he stood in the waist-deep water looking back at his sexy
mother on the shore.  The waves crashed into his back as he feasted his
eyes on her voluptuous curves barely covered by the skimpy string bikini
she wore.  He had been so aroused to see her like that.

   His orgasm crashed over him as irresistibly as the waves of the Pacific
Ocean had done back then, as his eyes took in his mother's gorgeously nude
form in the bed beneath him.  He was fucking his own mother in her ass!  He
was coming in her ass, and she was loving it as much as he was!  Michael
could not help but release a strangled cry as his cock exploded with that
intense orgasm.  Deep inside his mother's ass, his swollen cock head pulsed
and bucked and spewed.

   It felt to both of them like gallons of hot cum were erupting from him.
Valerie shrieked and her nails dug into his butt cheeks as her own insane
climax was triggered.

   Michael collapsed onto her chest, still coming inside her.  It took
several panting minutes for their hearts to stop racing.  Valerie ran her
hands up her son's back until she held his head in her hands.  She lifted
his face up so she could kiss him thoroughly.

   "One thing is for sure," she finally said, "We are going to need to buy
a couple gallons of lube before we go home."

   Michael laughed softly at that, finally causing his depleted cock to
slide from his mother's ass.

   * * *

   It took two days before they could finally leave the hotel room.  A
knock on the door surprised them.  Michael carefully pulled his erection
from his mother's hungry mouth and he wrapped her bathrobe around her
before retreating into the bathroom to retrieve his own robe.

   She answered the door, and a nice young man was standing there with a
show shovel.

   "We've cleared the walkways, ma'am," he said, "They've already got the
roads cleared, so it's safe for you to leave whenever you want to check
out."

   "Thank you so much," she replied.  "Do you know if they've got the
interstates cleared?  We live pretty far out of town."

   "I'm pretty sure those were the first that got plowed," the young man
responded.

   Valerie was pretty sure that she had been plowed, thoroughly, long
before those roads were cleared.  She elected to keep that thought to
herself.

   "Thanks again," she said, "We'll be down at the office to check out in
an hour."

   She closed the door and turned to smile at her son.  He had heard the
entire conversation.  His cock was still noticeably hard beneath his
bathrobe.  Valerie walked up to him and gave him a kiss.

   "Where were we?" she asked before sliding to her knees in front of him.
She lifted his robe to reveal his wet, throbbing erection.  "Oh, that's
right," she said.  Her eyes held a merry expression as she looked up at him
and swallowed his dick again.

   It wound up taking a little more than an hour before they were ready to
check out.

   It wasn't just that last round of hot, sweaty sex; they had to dig out
their SUV from beneath a mound of snow before they could carry their bags
from the room.  Michael chuckled as he looked over the frozen groceries in
the back of the vehicle.  They checked out of the hotel and went to a
restaurant to have a nice late breakfast.

   For the past two days, they had subsisted on yogurt, granola bars, fresh
fruit and some beef jerky.  Valerie had supplemented her diet with lots of
her son's sperm, of course.  The woman was insatiable.  Her own juices
really had no nutritional value, but her son had not been able to get
enough of the stuff.

   After filling their bellies with hot food, they sat back and relaxed.

   "I am really not looking forward to going home," Michael sighed.  "It's
going to be a lot of work to shovel our way back to the house."

   Valerie's eyes got a faraway look.

   "I wish we could just run away together," she said.  Her voice was just
above a whisper.  "We could get on a plane, and go someplace warm where
nobody knows us at all."

   Michael reached over and squeezed her hand.  His face was melancholy.

   "That would be nice," he breathed in reply, "but you know Dad would just
track us down.  Then there would be hell to pay."

   "I know," she said sadly.  "Still, it is a lovely thought."

   Michael released her hand as their server approached.

   "Anything else I can get you folks today?" she asked.

   "I think we are good," Valerie replied, "Just the check, please."

   They did some more shopping, deciding that it was too late to try to
return home when the sun began to set.  They found another hotel to spend
the night, planning to get up early in the morning.  Once again, they ate
dinner at the chain restaurant on the outskirts of town.  It was crowded
this time, and they were both wearing new outfits they had purchased
earlier in the day.  They sat at the bar again, but only so they didn't
have to wait to be seated.

   The weather wasn't on any of the television screens.  After the ferocity
of the winter storms had passed, the weather was warming nicely.  Spring
had finally arrived in Nebraska.  Valerie exchanged a lovely smile with her
son at that thought.  Despite the hardships and the miserable weather, she
could not imagine a more memorable Spring Break that the one they had
shared.

   "What are you thinking, Mom?" he asked.

   She shook her head.  "It will wait," she replied, nodding in the
direction of their approaching waiter.

   They did have a really nice, filling dinner.  Back at the hotel room,
she enjoyed her son's nice, pussy-filling dick once again.  Michael had
learned that his mother preferred it when he was a little rougher with her,
so he fucked her vigorously until she came all over his shaft.  As she
gasped in the afterglow, he gave her a kiss and then got out of bed to hunt
through the shopping bags they had brought inside with them.

   She smiled and rolled onto her belly in anticipation.  When they had
found the silicon-based anal lubricant, Michael had referred to it as 'the
good stuff.' He was right, she realized, as his fingers prepared her bottom
for him.  It took far less of it, and she didn't feel nearly as wet and
sloppy back there when his cock slid into her.  She was lubricated, so it
didn't hurt at all, but this time she could clearly feel every bump and
ridge of his cock when it filled her horny asshole.

   In no time at all, he was able to pound her ass hard.  She was grunting
involuntarily with every thrust, delirious at the sensations her son set
off deep inside her.  He was magnificent, giving her hungry ass the deep,
hard fucking it craved.  Their bodies bounced on the bed with the vigor of
that marvelous ass-fucking, until he stiffened and filled her with another
load of his molten semen.  She craned her neck to kiss him as he lay atop
her back.

   Valerie teased him by flexing her shapely butt cheeks, causing her
muscles to squeeze his shaft.  She cooed into his mouth when she felt him
hardening again inside her.  He rolled her onto her back and lifted her
legs onto his shoulders.  Valerie loved watching her ankles wave helplessly
in the air like that while her son pounded her eager ass.  She loved the
way her son owned her now.

   They showered together in the morning, lovingly washing each other
before the sun had even come up.  They checked out of the hotel and climbed
into the Lincoln Navigator.  Valerie had Michael drive so that she could
suck his cock all the way home.

   It took only two hours for the two of them to shovel the driveway clear,
now that they had proper snow shovels and winter clothes.  It was still
hard work, but they laughed and talked the entire time and it seemed far
faster than it was.  They unloaded the bags and carefully checked over the
food before putting it away.  A handful of items had been ruined, either
because they had been frozen and burst, or because they hadn't been
refrigerated overnight.

   "I'll inspect the house to make sure we don't have storm damage,"
Michael offered after the food was all put away.  "You should call Dad and
let him know we're back."

   Valerie nodded and got her phone.  She felt strange, and couldn't bring
herself to make the call.  It took several minutes for her to realize why.

   I'm terribly overdressed, she thought, I need to put on something sexy
before I talk to him.

   She was still so conditioned after almost thirty years of marriage that
she did it without thinking.  She walked into her bedroom and stripped off
the warm winter clothes and picked out a sexy black negligee.  She wiggled
into the tiny garment and then picked up her phone to call her husband.

   Tom sounded annoyed when he answered the phone.  Valerie's face flushed
when she clearly made out the sounds of a woman sucking her husband's dick.

   "What do you want?" Tom asked.

   "I was just calling to let you know we made it home," she answered. 
"Michael is checking the house for storm damage right now."

   She bit her lip when she heard her husband's familiar grunt, and heard
the woman struggling to take the mouthful of his cum.  She knew that he
often cheated on her, but this seemed particularly crude.  Was he doing it
to punish her?

   "Okay," he finally said, "I'm glad to hear you're safe."

   He didn't sound particularly glad.  It sounded like he really didn't
care about them at all at that moment.  Valerie tried not to cry, but a
tear still formed in the corner of her right eye.

   "Have fun, Tom," she said softly, "I love you."

   He hung up without saying another word.  It was like a slap in her face.

   Valerie sat on her bed and felt miserable until her son came in.  He saw
her face and rushed over to hug her.  She cried into his chest as he held
her in his arms and tried his best to comfort her.

   "He's not good enough for you, you know," he spoke softly into her hair.

   She nodded into his chest, embarrassed at how wet her tears had made his
shirt.  Valerie believed her son.  Intellectually, she knew she had not
done anything to merit the disrespect her husband had heaped on her over
the years.  Well, at least not until recently, and he didn't know about
that.  She saw her son's face as she stepped back from him.  He looked so
concerned that it broke her heart.

   "I'm okay," she said, wiping the tears from her face.  She gave him a
sad smile, which changed when she realized what his return signified.  "Is
the house all right?"

   "I couldn't find anything obvious," he replied with a shrug.  "The heat
is working, we have hot water, there are no broken windows or doors, and
the roof isn't leaking anywhere that I could see.  The satellite dish is
still buried, but it looks like that snow is melting.  I think we're
alright."

   The heater shut down ominously, alarming them both.  After a moment they
realized it was because the outside temperature was warm enough that the
heater no longer had to run continuously.  Things were going to get better.

   That thought helped Valerie get over her disappointment with her
husband. She had to smile when she realized her son's expression had
changed as well.  He was still looking at her, but rather than the concern
she had seen on his face minutes before, he had that lustful look she
loved. He was looking at her tits in that black negligee.

   Tom made her feel so unattractive and inadequate.  When he had hung up
on her, she had not felt desirable or horny at all.  Now, just fifteen
minutes later, she felt sexy and alive and beautifully desirable as she
bent over the kitchen counter to welcome her son's lubricated cock into her
horny asshole.  It was a little twisted, she knew, but this was what love
should feel like.  She grunted out loud with each powerful thrust, and her
breasts rocked beneath the skimpy negligee.

   From behind her, Michael admired the way his mother's ass cheeks rippled
each time he pounded his cock into her tight butthole.  When she looked
over her shoulder at him, she looked unbelievably happy.  It did his heart
good to see her like that.  That feeling of love was slightly at odds with
the raw, lustful copulation taking place in their kitchen.

   I do really love fucking her ass, though, Michael thought as he pistoned
in and out.

   That was a filthy thought, even though it was true.

   "I love you, Mom!" he cried out.

   "I love you, Michael!" she cried back.

   She could feel his cock swelling inside her sensitive bottom.  Tears of
joy streamed down her face as his semen filled her horny ass.  She felt it
running hotly down the insides and backs of her thighs when she spun around
to kiss him hungrily.

   They still had three precious days left of Michael's Spring Break
vacation.  They would savor every moment of each one.

   They lay together in Michael's bed after they had shared another lovely
shower.  Valerie smiled over her shoulder at her adoring son when she felt
his dick hardening between her cheeks yet again.  She loved the way it felt
when the tip of his thick glans pressed against her sensitive rosebud.

   "Hmm," she moaned at him, "You really love my tight little asshole,
don't you?"

   His cock twitched in response, making her chuckle.  Valerie reached for
the lube on the nightstand, pouring a dollop into her right palm.  She
reached behind her to stroke her hand up and down her son's cock,
lubricating it from base to throbbing tip.  It occurred to her as she began
feeding that tip into her eager asshole that her son really had more
experience with anal sex than someone his age should.

   Not that she was complaining, of course.  Michael's thick dick felt
divine as it slowly filled and stretched her eager bottom once more.  He
seemed to know exactly the moment that her relaxed sphincter was ready, and
then he grabbed her hip and drove his full length in and out of her.  She
gasped her way through another phenomenal anally-induced orgasm, loving the
way he buried his cock in her and held it there through her climax.

   "Wow," she panted, "Who do I have to thank for that?"

   "Pardon?" he replied, rising up onto his elbow to look at his mother's
face.

   "Michael," she said, turning carefully to face him, "I'm not stupid. 
Clearly you had some experience before--with anal sex, I mean.  I didn't
know anything about lube, and you were an expert.  You really know what you
are doing when you fuck my ass, and I am grateful.  I was just curious who
taught you how to please a woman like that."

   Michael looked at his mother thoughtfully before answering.  He had
promised he would never say anything to anyone.  They had moved away,
though.  He couldn't imagine that he would see his ex-girlfriend or her
mother again.

   "You have to promise to keep it a secret," he finally said.  After she
nodded, he continued.  "You remember Melissa?"

   "Really?" Valerie replied.  It was hard for her to imagine.  "She always
seemed like such a shy girl."

   "Well, it wasn't her, it was her mom," he shrugged at his mother's
wide-eyed stare.  "Melissa really liked giving me blowjobs, and I loved
that.  She didn't want to try taking me anywhere else, and we kind of
argued about it.  Her mother overheard us, and she approached me later. 
Belinda was happy to offer me her pussy, as long as I could keep it to
myself.  She loved anal.  I had only tried it once before.  She taught me
all about it.  The day before I got into that fight with Dad..." his eyes
got a faraway look.

   Valerie felt her son's hard dick twitch against her belly.  She was
intensely aroused, stroking her son's cock as she pictured it in her mind.
Once he had decided to share with her he went all-out, giving her a
detailed description of his threesome with Melissa and her mom.

   * * *

   Meanwhile, Tom was really enjoying his stay in Orlando.  He jokingly
thought to himself that he ought to keep a tally board in his hotel
suite--he had seduced five different women in only three days.  Lying in
the bed next to him, his latest conquest slept fitfully, still covered in
his cum.

   He winced as another wave of heartburn pain hit him.  There had been too
much of that lately, he thought.  Tom had eaten a lot of really rich foods
when he attended business luncheons and dinners, and he scarfed down a lot
of fast food between meetings and around bouts of sex with these young
women he conned into his room.

   He rose from the bed and staggered into the bathroom, digging through
his overnight bag to find antacid tablets.  He took two of those, and
washed them down with a gulp of water.  Tom looked at his reflection in the
mirror.  He flexed his arms and chest muscles and grinned at his
reflection.

   Not bad for a forty-eight-year-old guy, he thought.  Looking out at the
cum-covered twenty-something girl on his bed, he thought, Not bad at all.

   He brought his fist up to press it against his chest as another wave of
chest pain hit him.  When the young woman on his bed stirred, he grinned
and gulped another Viagra tablet.  It was still early in the afternoon, and
he planned to explore just how far this latest girl was willing to go.

   Tom had no idea that he was killing himself with those pills.  He had
advanced heart disease, made worse every day by his stressful job, lack of
a regular exercise regimen, and his irregular diet.  He had not jogged,
swum, or lifted weights in years.  It was something he had done regularly
when he was younger, and he never thought about just how much time had
passed since he had--it seemed, in his mind, that he had put it off for a
few months, and he kept making excuses to put it off again.

   Occasionally, he would hit the gym or the pool during one of his hotel
stays, but that was never the sort of prolonged workout his heart needed.
Often, he was just cruising the gym or the pool for women.  If none were
present, or if he secured a conquest quickly, he didn't bother to stick
around for exercise.  The constant sex kept some of his noticeable muscle
groups in shape, like his arms and chest.  He looked fit, particularly for
his age.

   There were obvious signs of his deteriorating medical condition, but he
ignored them.  He avoided going to the doctor for regular check-ups, since
he thought he was in good shape.  Tom Henderson had a ticking time bomb in
his chest, and he had no idea.

   He spanked the sexy young woman on his bed, drawing a groan from her. 
She turned to see him grinning down at her.

   "Hey, babe," he said, "Care to join me for a shower?"

   "Sure," she replied, smiling back at him.

   Ten minutes later she was pinned against the wall in the shower, gasping
and shaking her head in disbelief as this complete stranger took her virgin
ass.  He hadn't asked, nor had he been gentle about it.  She had assumed it
was a mistake when his cock first pressed against her rosebud.  She cried
out in pain when it slipped inside, even though there was a lot of soap to
ease its passage.

   When he reached around her and felt her empty pussy, she was initially
relieved.  She figured he would realize his mistake and pull it out of
her...until he fondled her pussy and started to really fuck her ass hard.
It sent a shockwave of pain through her body that took her breath away. 
She couldn't even speak or cry out.  She was shocked beyond belief when she
somehow came--and it was an amazing, intense climax--despite the agonizing
pain shooting through her violated ass.

   She had no way of knowing she was the third woman to receive this
treatment in the last week.  Tom couldn't have told you any of their names.

   * * *

   It was very late on the last night of Michael's Spring Break when they
got the phone call.  Valerie and Michael were spooned together in his bed,
exhausted after all the sex they had enjoyed since coming home.  Valerie
had sighed and retrieved her phone.  She did not recognize the name, but it
was a local number.

   "Hello?" she said.

   Michael watched the color drain from his mother's face.  She nodded
mutely as she got the details.  Michael found himself thinking that over
the phone, that gesture was a waste.  Whoever was on the other end of the
line, they couldn't see her nod.  He helped his mother sit on the edge of
his bed, and rubbed her shoulders gently.  He could hear bits of the phone
call, but was shocked when his mother hung up and told him what had
happened.

   Tom Henderson had suffered a massive stroke in his hotel suite.  A woman
had made an anonymous call to 911, but she had made it on her cell phone
before fleeing the hotel.  The police had brought her in for questioning,
since the man had been only forty-eight years old.  They also found several
other women's fingerprints, and several of them admitted to having sex with
him.  The young investigators put together a lurid picture of Tom's
week-long stay at the hotel.

   Valerie and her son had flown to Florida to see him, and they were
interviewed by the police.  Tom had a sizeable life insurance policy, which
made them suspects if there had been foul play.

   "As far as we can tell, ma'am," the young police detective said to
Valerie, "your husband probably had at least nine women in his hotel suite
over the week he was there.  Were you aware that he was cheating on you?"

   Valerie shrugged miserably as her son tried to comfort her with a hand
on her shoulder.

   "I suspected he was unfaithful from time to time," she said softly, "I
just didn't expect it was like this."

   In the end, the medical results showed that Tom had advanced heart
disease, and that he apparently had been suffering for several years.  No
charges were brought by the police.

   Tom was still alive, but he was in a persistent vegetative state.  Only
the machines were keeping him alive, and he was unaware of his
surroundings. Michael was numb when he saw his father lying in that
hospital bed.  The man had been a monster, but now he just looked feeble
and helpless.  Valerie began to sob, drawing Michael out of his mental fog.
He stepped over to wrap his arm around her in a comforting hug.

   "I still love him, you know," she whispered.  "As cruel as he was, I
always thought of him as a strong, desirable man.  I never felt like I was
good enough to deserve someone like your father."

   Michael was stunned.  He turned her to face him.

   "How could you possibly say that?" he gasped, "He never treated you
right, Mom!  You deserved so much better."

   She shook her head.

   "You don't understand," she said softly, "He was strong where I was
weak. He was ambitious and driven.  Your father was a man who took charge
and made things happen.  When he asked me to marry him, I couldn't say
'Yes' fast enough.  He always provided for his family, and I never had to
work.  When he made love to me...I always felt like I was the luckiest
woman on earth."

   Michael looked around.  There were too many people who could hear him.
He squeezed his mother's hand firmly and she had to smile at her loving
son. They didn't have to say anything.

   They both knew that their lives would only get better from now on.


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