Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: It Had to be Done


Summary: Busty mom, hung son, isolated house.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Author Note- My Whole collection of incest stories is a work of fantasy.
All characters are over 18.  In real life, incest is wrong, and turning
your reluctant, busty mother into your sexual plaything is bad, mmkay?



   Michael was the youngest of four children of Tom and Valerie Henderson.
He sat in his third period Algebra class and reflected on what a sadistic
bastard his father was.  They had packed up and moved three weeks before
spring break of Michael's senior year of high school, forcing him to start
over in a new town in a new state for the ninth time in his life.  It was
no wonder his older brothers and sister never visited once they left home.

   This wasn't idle teenage anger, Tom really was a sadist.  He was
fiercely competitive, dominating, and was a borderline sociopath.  In
short, he was perfect for his career in sales.  Tom was ruthless in his
pursuit of promotions, but his sales numbers usually propelled him to the
top of any short list when his supervisors needed to fill a vacancy.  Tom
put his career ahead of his family, and had shown in the past that he would
move without hesitation.

   When the head of the corporate office in Omaha had to step down for
health reasons, Tom was primed to take over that plum position.  It never
crossed his mind that his wife and youngest son would be bothered leaving
their lovely Los Angeles suburban home and moving to Nebraska.  Valerie was
visibly upset when Tom announced that they were moving, but she was so
submissive to her husband that she never so much as murmured in protest.

   Michael tried to escape from his abusive father.  He approached his
three best friends and asked if he could stay with one of their families
until graduation.  One of his friends' parents was concerned, and called
Tom directly.  Tom was smoothly reassuring on the phone, letting them know
this had to be a simple misunderstanding.  At the same time, he was
seething at his son for making him look bad.

   Michael heard his mother cry out.  It was the only warning he had before
his father was on him.  Because he had seen his father beat the living shit
out of his older brothers, Michael had been taking martial arts courses for
the last few years.  However, his dad was a fifth degree black belt. 
Michael did his best to defend himself, but it was a very one-sided fight.
It would have been much worse, but Tom was enraged at his son for having
the temerity to actually block or deflect all those punches and kicks. 
When he lost his temper like that, his attacks were more predictable.

   They battled through the living room for twenty minutes, knocking the
furniture over as they went.  In the end, Tom got his son in a choke hold.
He might have actually killed his own son if Valerie hadn't softly
dissuaded him with a gentle touch on his forearm.

   "Please, Tom," she begged him, "let him go."

   Tom grunted in disgust, dropping his son to the living room floor.  He
stood over Michael and glowered down at him.

   "Don't you EVER embarrass me like that again, you got that?" he spat
out.

   "Yes, sir," Michael responded, rubbing his throat.

   Their broken couch and coffee table were left in the driveway when they
drove away in the moving truck.

   Michael had a really tough time fitting in at his new school.  He wasn't
tall or athletic, but he was a decent-looking young man.  Unfortunately,
this late in his senior year of high school, most of the girls in his new
school already had boyfriends.  He looked around the class at some of the
cute girls.  In his mind it was a checklist he had already gone through. 
Only one of those girls was interested, and she had a boyfriend.  Michael
really didn't want to have to fight that guy, and a girl who encouraged
that sort of confrontation was probably more trouble than she was worth.

   He sighed quietly to himself and tried to focus on the math.  It was the
last day of school before spring break.  He went through the rest of his
classes, and talked with the handful of classmates he was beginning to
befriend.  It was an uphill battle being Tom Henderson's kid and trying to
be liked.  Michael got through the day and went home.  He looked out the
window that evening, just shaking his head as he watched fresh snow
falling. It was spring break, for fuck's sakes!

   His mom walked up behind him and gently rubbed his shoulders.  He had
watched her reflection in the window as she approached.  She always wore
sexy little robes or gowns around the house.  It was what Tom wanted. 
Those outfits invariably showcased her huge breasts.  It was the reason
Michael stopped inviting any of his friends over after the sixth grade. 
His friends understandably could not take their eyes off of his mom, and
her hypnotically swaying bosom in particular.  He understood, because he
had been hypnotized by those amazing breasts almost every day of his life,
even though it was his mom.

   Michael had developed amazing self control as a result.  Valerie had
almost never seen him ogling her body.  The handful of times she had caught
him looking, it was so fleeting that she thought she must have imagined it.
This skill set carried over when Michael went to school and moved over his
lifetime.  He was not intimidated by pretty, well-endowed girls.  He never
embarrassed himself or got caught staring at them.

   In his last school, he had dated some of the most attractive girls.  He
had inherited enough of his father's dominating personality that he was
able to manipulate them into doing whatever he desired.  Most of the time,
he desired a nice, wet blowjob.  It had been a solid month since he had the
pleasure of his girlfriend's soft mouth nursing a load of his cum from him.
He missed Melissa.  Well, he missed Melissa's eager, lush body.  He
probably missed Melissa's horny mom even more.

   Of course, neither of them was in the same league as his own sexy mom,
who was now rubbing his neck and shoulders.  Sighing as she looked at the
snow with him, she spoke up.

   "I can't believe this," she said in her breathy little voice, "It's
ninety degrees at our house in LA right now."

   "Yeah," Michael grunted.

   He stood and enjoyed her touch for ten minutes.  Then he turned around
her body and returned the favor, working his strong fingers into the
muscles of his mom's shoulders and neck.  He actually had taken some
therapeutic massage training the previous summer, for a job at the local
mall.  When Valerie sighed and dropped her head, he got to admire her
shapely ass.  The short, translucent robe made no secret of her tiny pink
thong.  That vision never failed to stir a solid erection in Michael's
boxers.

   Later that evening, Tom returned home from the office.  He was brusque
as he announced that he was leaving for the airport and that they were on
their own for dinner.

   "Where are you going, Dad?" Michael asked.  He wasn't disrespectful in
the way that he asked.  He wasn't trying to antagonize his father, and he
knew his mother wouldn't even ask.

   "We have a group in Atlanta that they need me to oversee.  After that,
I'm heading down to Orlando.  I'll probably be back in three or four
weeks."

   Inside, Michael was seething.  He and his mother would be stuck here in
the freezing cold while his father played in sunny Florida.  He held that
resentment inside, smiled and said, "Have a good time, Dad."

   Valerie thought about it, and found her voice.  "Tom, couldn't we all
go? Michael is on his spring break, so we could--"

   "No." Tom's voice was cold as he cut her off.  He didn't even bother to
explain, just got his things together.  A taxi was there to pick him up
fifteen minutes after he had walked in the door.

   It was not the first time Tom had left his wife and kids for weeks at a
time.  Valerie's married life had consisted mainly of those prolonged
absences punctuated by his dominating presence.  She was a woman plagued by
insecurity.  She really didn't think that she was attractive enough.  She
had always been self-conscious of her large breasts, but felt that they
were the only thing that kept her successful husband around.  When he said
that he expected her to dress sexy for him all the time, she made sure her
outfits displayed her breasts prominently, and showed off her ass as well.

   Her older boys and their friends had openly displayed their admiration.
Valerie had enjoyed the attention, and had felt attractive when those boys
and young men had been around.  Unfortunately, Tom would fly into a rage
when he caught them looking at her, often running off those friends for
good.  Far too often, he would beat his oldest sons into submission.

   Until that one fight before they left California, he had never had that
sort of confrontation with Michael.  Michael had always been careful to
avoid antagonizing his father.  He had a very keen, calculating mind.  He
was skilled at hiding his emotions.  That was unfortunate for poor Valerie
and her low self-esteem.  With her oldest sons long gone, it had been years
since she had felt sexy or appreciated.  These days she felt old and
unattractive, unaware of Michael's arousal whenever he was around her.  She
certainly never got any validation from her domineering husband.

   When the taxi took Tom to the airport, Valerie sighed and poured a tall
glass of wine.  Michael watched as she quickly drained that glass and
refilled it.  He shook his head.  This was going to be a very long
'vacation,' he thought.  Minutes later, he realized that it would be worse.
The heater shut down audibly.

   They had bought a spacious house far outside the city limits of Omaha.
It sat on a very large plot, with two good sized hills and what could
either be described as a small lake or a very large pond.  The house
probably cost half what their much smaller home in Los Angeles had been
worth.  It was new, and it took a while for Michael to figure out the
complicated menu for the climate control system.

   He eventually figured out that his father had set the climate control to
save power.  The heater would not come back on until the temperature inside
the house had dropped below fifty-six degrees.  It would be miserably cold
for twelve hours every night.  Michael clenched his fists.  They were rich,
dammit!  Why his dad had to be such a miser was just another part of the
sadistic enigma.

   Michael trudged to his room and stripped off his school clothes.  He
wrapped a thick robe around his naked body and found his thick wool socks.
He then walked back to the living room and sat next to his mother on the
couch, pulling the thick comforter over them to keep them warm.

   Valerie had already finished her second glass of wine and was slowly
sipping her third.  She hadn't realized how chilly she was until she felt
the warmth of the comforter over her thighs.  She smiled gratefully at
Michael.

   "Thanks," she breathed, "I didn't realize how cold it was."

   Michael smiled back at her.  She was unaware, but her thick nipples were
hard as pebbles.  They were clearly visible through the thin material of
her gown.  Michael's eyes feasted on those mouth-watering breasts out of
his peripheral vision.  His hard dick was already starting to work its way
up from his lap, out of the front of his robe.  He got a small thrill from
that; knowing that his hard, naked dick was just a foot away from his
mother's bare thighs under the blanket.

   The sun had set, and the light from the television was soon the only
illumination in the house.  When Valerie arose to get another glass of
wine, she was already a bit unsteady on her feet and shivering from the
cold air.  Michael admired her swaying, almost naked bottom and reached
down to slowly stroke his erection beneath the covers.

   His calculating mind crunched the numbers.  He would have her, he
thought.  He would have sex with his busty mom many times before his father
returned.

   It had to be done.

   He couldn't rush it, he thought.  He didn't want to scare her off, and
certainly didn't want her calling his father.  It would have to start off
subtly.  He carefully concealed his hard-on within his robe again. 
Valerie's hands shook noticeably from the cold when she returned.  Michael
gallantly offered his spot on the couch, and covered her up to her neck in
the warm comforter.

   "Here you go, Mom," he said gently, "Have my spot.  It's already warm."
His hands slid down to her shoulders beneath the comforter.  "You're
freezing!" he continued, "Let me get you something warm to wear."

   Valerie was just grateful.  Her son was so sweet and considerate, she
thought.  Her body basked in his residual warmth on the couch and covers as
she snuggled into them.  He returned a couple minutes later with her
bathrobe and her bottle of wine.

   "Should I get another bottle for you?" he asked, "This one's almost
empty."

   "That's a good idea," she nodded, "Thank you!"

   Michael draped the robe over her front, beneath the comforter.  His
hands 'inadvertently' brushed her hard nipples and her shaved pubic mound
as he smoothed it over her body.  He walked to the kitchen and returned
with a fresh bottle of wine, setting it on the coffee table next to the
first.  He was shivering at the invasive chill when he finally handed her
the glass of wine and rejoined her under the warmth of the comforter.

   Valerie leaned against her son, and she sighed when he wrapped his arm
around her shoulders.  She sipped the rest of the glass of wine.  When the
show they were watching finally ended, Michael reached for the remote and
searched for something else to watch.

   "Would you like to watch a movie?" he asked, "I could make popcorn."

   Valerie realized with a start that they hadn't had dinner.  She had been
waiting for Tom to get home, to tell her what to cook.  Popcorn wasn't a
nutritious meal by any stretch of the imagination, but it was food.

   "That sounds nice," she said.

   Michael hurried to get the popcorn started and return to the warmth of
his mother's side.  It made cool air swirl around Valerie's calves and
ankles, giving her a chill.  Michael noticed her shivering again and asked,
"Are you okay?"

   "My feet are really cold," she chattered back.

   This was getting ridiculous.  "I'm going to turn up the heat," Michael
announced.  "We are going to get sick if we leave it this cold."

   Valerie nodded.  She hated to disobey her husband, but Michael was
right. She jumped a bit when she heard him swear.

   "Son of a bitch!" Michael hollered from the thermostat, "He put a
password on it.  Do you know what the code is?"

   She didn't.  She just shook her head miserably.

   The microwave dinged then, letting them know the popcorn was ready. 
Michael poured it into a bowl and brought it back to the couch, refilling
his mother's glass before sliding next to her again.  They were now both
shivering as the cold air washed over their feet.

   "This isn't working," Michael said softly.  "Mom, do you think we could
watch this in your room?  We could get under the covers in there and we'd
be a lot warmer."

   "Good idea," she said, and they gathered up the popcorn and wine. 
Michael slung the comforter over his shoulder and hustled ahead of her.  He
turned on the bedroom light and spread the comforter over the one already
on the bed, providing a deep layer of insulation for them to slide beneath.

   At first, it was really chilly there under the sheets.  Valerie did not
mind at all when Michael curled up next to her and pulled her body to his.
He was so much warmer than she was, she thought.  It was nice of him to
share that warmth with her.  In fact, it just felt nice to have him cuddle
her like this.  She turned onto her side so that his front was able to
press into her back.  That just felt perfect.  She felt very affectionate
to her son as his body spooned up to hers.

   Michael wrapped his arm around her body.  His hand once again came into
contact with her big, heaving breast.

   "Sorry," he breathed into her neck.

   "That's okay," she replied.

   Valerie realized she had made a mistake with that answer.  Michael did
not remove his hand.  It did feel nice and warm, though.  It wasn't like he
was squeezing or groping her, so she didn't say anything more.  She was a
little bothered that his bony knee was somehow pressed into her bottom,
though.  She squirmed a bit.  Her eyes opened wide when she realized it
wasn't his knee.  She had just managed to work the head of his cock right
into the cleft of her ass.

   "Sorry about that," he breathed again, this time rolling away and
pulling his thick cock from her cheeks.  He also released her breast.

   Valerie noticed that it had gotten significantly warmer under the covers
by then.  She pushed the bathrobe from her and rolled over to find the
television remote.  She sat up against the pillows so that she could see
the television, and Michael did the same.  He reached over to the
nightstand and handed her glass of wine to her.  He set the bowl of popcorn
between them on the bed.

   "I'll help you wash the covers before Dad gets home," he murmured to
her.

   That was another good idea, she thought.  It would be a real problem if
Tom came home and found popcorn crumbs in their bed.

   Before she could finish that glass of wine, Valerie had to use the
bathroom.  The cold air was a shock to her skin when she emerged from the
warmth of those covers.  She shrieked out loud when her bottom came in
contact with the frigid toilet seat.  She was a little embarrassed when her
son came running in to see if she was alright.  He seemed to be embarrassed
to see her shaved pussy exposed like that.

   "Are you okay, Mom?" he asked as he turned his head away.

   "Sorry," she gasped out, "The toilet seat was just really cold.  I'm
okay, though."

   Still keeping his head turned away from her, Michael stepped into the
bathroom and turned on the hot water tap in the sink.  "That should warm up
by the time you are finished," he said, "Then you can use a warm washcloth
to clean yourself."

   "Thanks," she said to his retreating back.  That was another really good
idea.  She would never have thought of it.  She would have had to wash her
hands in frigid cold water.

   That warm washcloth felt very nice as it cleaned and soothed her
clenched little pussy.  She rinsed it out and washed her hands as well. 
She looked into the mirror and realized her nipples were still incredibly
hard and protruded noticeably.  She was a little sad that Tom would not be
there to enjoy them.

   Valerie walked unsteadily and lurched a bit heading back to bed. 
Michael softly took her wine glass from her and set it back on the
nightstand on his side of the bed.  "That's enough for tonight, Mom," he
said, "You don't want to get really drunk, and you don't want to be going
to the bathroom all night."

   She nodded at that suggestion.  She was already beginning to
submissively obey her son.  "Thank you," she said.

   She felt his warm arm wrap around her back and happily slid next to him
in the bed.  He pressed play and they watched the rest of the movie.  She
opened her mouth each time he fed her a piece of popcorn.  Because of the
wine, she didn't realize she was licking the salt and butter from his
fingers.  Watching her do that turned him on something fierce.  He had to
carefully control himself or he would have moaned out loud.

   An hour later, she had to use the bathroom again.  Michael helped steady
her as she walked to the bathroom, once again turning on the hot water for
her before he left.  Valerie did not notice his foot sweeping her thong out
the door, and really didn't think about the fact she wasn't wearing
underwear beneath her short gown when he helped her back into the bed.  She
was slightly drunk, and it was nice just having all the attention her
loving son was giving her.

   It felt so pleasant to snuggle up with his warm body in her bed.  She
could only imagine how cold she would be if he wasn't there beside her. 
Instead, it became really warm.

   "Mom, I am starting to sweat in this bathrobe," Michael said toward the
end of the movie, "Is it alright with you if I take it off?"

   "Sure," she said.  She leaned back to give him room, and he untied the
robe and removed it.  He folded it neatly in his lap atop the covers, and
then he set it on the nightstand.  She had to admire his muscular back as
he leaned away from her.  He held his arm out to her and she wiggled back
into his body.  Her head felt right at home lying on his chest like that.

   Michael looked down at her face.  She wasn't even watching the movie
anymore, he realized.  Her eyes had closed and she had a soft smile on her
face.  He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy as it pressed
against his thigh.  She had not realized he was now naked in her bed.

   It was late.  Michael debated with himself, but decided that was
sufficient progress for tonight.  After all, he was sleeping naked in bed
with his mother, and she wasn't wearing panties.  His mom had been
drinking, and he wanted to make sure she didn't think he had taken
advantage of her.  He pulled her chin up and gently kissed her on the lips.

   "Good night, Mom," he whispered.  He turned off the television.

   "Good night," she whispered back.

   Valerie awoke several hours later.  She desperately needed to pee.  She
gasped when her bare foot touched the cold floor of the bathroom.  It
almost made her wet herself as her bladder clenched in response.  That did
remind her to turn on the warm water, though.  She bit back a groan of
discomfort as her bottom was once again chilled by the frigid toilet seat.

   The water was barely warmed by the time she hurriedly finished relieving
herself and washed her hands.  She hastily wiped her pussy clean and then
looked at herself in the mirror.

   "Why am I doing that?" she wondered.  She normally just wiped with
toilet paper.  She rinsed out the washcloth and hung it up, scurrying back
to the warm haven of the bed.

   She really couldn't see anything after she turned off the bathroom
light, so it wasn't until her body was pressed against her son's that she
remembered he was even there.  Her head had the familiar mild headache of a
hangover, but she could remember everything clearly.  She had simply
forgotten he was there.  His steady breathing told her he was still asleep.
She did not take long to fall back to sleep next to him.

   Michael's voice awoke her in the morning.

   "Mom, what are you doing?" he said softly.

   She realized that she was slowly stroking his hard cock with her right
hand.  Her head was on his belly, beneath the sheets.  In the pale light of
the morning, she could see his straining cock head inches from her face. 
She might have even taken him into her mouth, she thought, if he hadn't
said something.  She pulled back from him and paled at the thought.

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

   Valerie had no idea that he had wrapped her hand around his dick and
encouraged her to start stroking him.  His face gave away the fact that he
was enormously turned on, though, as did his erection tenting the sheets.
Valerie realized that she was turned on as well, faced with this obviously
virile cock.  Tom had not had such a rigid erection for her for quite some
time now.

   Michael whispered to her then, "Sorry, Mom."

   She would have asked why, but she saw.  He seemed reluctant, but his
hand slid beneath the sheets and began stroking his thick shaft.  Valerie
wanted to protest; her mouth opened but she just watched silently as his
hand moved up and down.  She could not take her eyes from the sight.

   She finally did peel her eyes away to meet her son's gaze when he spoke
to her again.  His voice was soft and had a reasonable tone, like he was
explaining something to her that she should have known.

   "I'm going to need your help, Mom.  I'm getting really close and I don't
want to stain the sheets."

   She nodded and lifted the sheet, neither registering nor resisting his
hand as it found the middle of her back and guided her to his lap.  Her
mouth was still open and welcomed her son's throbbing cock.  His fat cock
head felt right at home in her mouth.  It was moist with his pre-cum, and
the buttery, salty taste delighted her taste buds.  She licked it clean and
kept right on sucking.  It felt completely natural when he began bucking
and spewing the main course into her mouth.

   Tom had trained her well.  Not a drop escaped her lips.  There was a lot
more cum than she was accustomed to, so her gulping was audible.  When she
had swallowed all of her son's hot, tasty cum, she slowly released his
spent cock and looked up at him with wide eyes.

   "I'm sorry," she stammered, "I could have just gotten a washcloth or
something..."

   "It's okay, Mom," he said, pulling her to him for a reassuring hug. 
"There wasn't time.  You just did the most natural thing.  It had to be
done."

   He looked at her then, and smiled softly.  "Thank you.  That really did
feel amazing."

   Valerie beamed at him.  She wasn't stupid; she knew that sucking her
son's cock wasn't something she was supposed to do.  She also knew that he
had really wanted her to do it, and maybe had pressed her into it.  The
part that had her smiling was the compliment.  Her husband had not thanked
her for sucking his dick in twenty years.

   She slid out of the bed and was surprised to see Michael giving her body
a lustful look.  She stopped where she stood, scarcely able to believe it
as his eyes roamed over her breasts and pussy.  Valerie shivered under his
gaze.  She really thought up until that moment that her son thought she was
unattractive.  He shook his head and smiled softly.

   "Sorry, Mom," he apologized again, "I just realized how sexy you look."

   He got out of bed and she got a nice long look at his bobbing erection
before he wrapped himself in his bathrobe.  He came around the bed and
hugged her, then retrieved her bathrobe from the side of the bed and gently
wrapped her in it.  She shivered as he looked her body up and down before
closing the robe and gently tying the belt around her.

   She probably should have protested as he kissed her lips softly, but it
just felt nice.  It only lasted a minute.

   "I love you, Mom," Michael said softly.  He left her with a smile on her
face as he went to get his shower.

   It took a while for the water to warm up, but once it was there the
shower felt really refreshing.  Valerie emerged and sighed in relief when
she felt the warm air finally coming out of the vents.  She dressed in lacy
little panties with a matching bra and garter belt, thigh-high stockings,
with a sheer, short robe over the ensemble.  The bra barely contained her
enormous breasts, and her pale pink nipples and small aureoles were clearly
visible.  So accustomed was she to dressing this way that it didn't even
register that she was displaying her body for her son.

   Looking out the window, Valerie could see that three feet of snow had
fallen overnight.  The house was a half-mile from the main road, on a six
acre plot.  They did not realize that the road had already been plowed,
since it was out of sight from the windows of the house.  Valerie assumed
they were stuck in the house until the snow thawed.  She really felt badly
for Michael.  He would have enjoyed such a splendid spring break if they
had just stayed in Los Angeles for another month.

   Now, he was stuck here with her.  She would have to try to make it up to
him, she thought.  Unbidden, she pictured his hard cock again and that look
on his face when she had sucked him dry.  It gave her a shiver.

   She smiled as she felt him approach.  His arms felt so good as they
wrapped around her waist and he hugged her from behind.  She finally turned
around after he released her to see that he was wearing flannel pajamas. 
She tried not to stare, but the opening in the pajama bottoms gaped open
enough that she could clearly see the thick shaft of his cock.  She
wondered idly if he was still hard.

   Michael was careful, once again, not to stare openly at his mother's
body.  He looked into her eyes and said, "You look beautiful, Mom.  How was
your shower?"

   "Once the water finally warmed up, it was glorious." Her smile was
lovely.  "What would you like for breakfast?"

   "Eggs and pancakes would be nice," he said.  He got to watch her sexy
ass as she walked into the kitchen to start breakfast.

   "Should I make some coffee?" Michael asked as he followed that hypnotic
backside.

   "That sounds good," Valerie replied, unaware of the marvelous show she
gave him as she bent over to get out a frying pan.

   "Must not rush this," Michael said to himself as he carefully avoided
looking directly at her barely concealed pussy and asshole.  Seeing her
bent over like that, he really wanted to just pull her skimpy panties to
the side and fill her with his cock.  He busied himself starting a pot of
coffee, and then got out of the kitchen to let his mom get to work cooking
their breakfast.

   He had considered offering to cook breakfast, but realized that would
probably have been a mistake.  As much as Michael resented his father, he
had her well-trained.  As long as he didn't push her too fast, she would
naturally try her best to please him over the next few weeks.  His cock
throbbed as he looked at her in the kitchen and imagined that sexy woman
pleasing him.

   Trying to keep himself occupied--and to avoid getting caught
staring--Michael turned on the television.  He groaned when he saw that the
snow-covered satellite dish was providing no signal.  Valerie looked up at
the sound.

   "What's wrong?" she asked.

   "The satellite is down," he answered.  "That means we don't have
internet, either.  Do we have some DVDs unpacked that we can watch?"

   She thought a bit before answering.  "I think I saw a box of them in the
garage.  Over on the far side wall."

   Michael made his way to the garage, putting on some slippers to keep his
feet from freezing on the cold cement floor.  He found the box, alright. 
His eyes opened wide when he realized that he was looking at his father's
rather substantial porn collection.  It wouldn't have been obvious to
anyone else; the DVDs were all in cases with regular movie labels.  Only
the small, handwritten titles on the back right corner of each one gave
away the true contents.  He closed the box back up and thought over how to
use this to his advantage.  Finally, he carried the entire box into his
parents' bedroom and set it on the floor.

   They sat down for breakfast, saying little as they ate.  Valerie was a
decent cook, but it was another thing in her life to make her insecure. 
Michael was aware of it as she looked at him anxiously.  He smiled at her
as he ate.

   "Thanks for breakfast, Mom," he said.

   "You're welcome," she replied.  It hadn't been a compliment, but she did
appreciate the acknowledgement.

   When they had finished eating, she cleared the table and washed the
dishes.  Once again, he slipped behind her and hugged her.  She could feel
his erection pressing into her bottom, and smiled.  At least I can manage
to turn him on, she thought to herself.  He released her and then pulled
the recliner over to the large picture window.  He sat and looked out at
all the snow.

   It would have been lovely if it wasn't such a drag to be stuck inside.
He briefly contemplated going out in the snow, but they hadn't bought any
warm clothes suitable for it.  His jacket was warm, but they didn't own any
winter coats, gloves, or boots.  It seemed that going outside would be fun
for about five minutes.  After that it would be miserably cold really
quickly.

   Valerie came over and stood next to him, reaching down to stroke his
hair.  Michael reached his arm up and wrapped it around her waist, pulling
her gently to him.  She slid into his lap and sighed as his arm squeezed
her in a nice hug.  They both groaned when they saw more fat flakes
drifting down from the sky.

   "It would be pretty if it wasn't supposed to be spring break.  You
know?" Michael said softly.  He was speaking directly into the side of her
right breast, his lips almost touching her.

   That sensation, along with the falling snow outside, made her shiver in
his lap.  Her nipples were erect, clearly visible to him and right in front
of his face.  She wondered if he was always this hard; she could clearly
feel the outline of his rigid cock below her.

   "It makes me feel a little chilly just looking at it," she said.  She
wiggled her bottom a bit in his lap.  His erection rose in response, and
she felt it clearly poking her cheek.  Valerie sighed and reluctantly stood
up.  She looked down and was surprised to see her son's throbbing erection
clearly protruding from the pajama bottoms.  It did look very nice, she
thought.

   Michael watched her as she checked him out.  He wondered if she was
aware she was licking her lips.  He counted silently to twenty and then
stood up, pushing the recliner back to its position in the living room.  He
was aware that his dick was waving wildly in front of him the whole time.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his mom's eyes following it
while he pushed the recliner.

   Michael made a show of being embarrassed as he tucked his cock back into
the pajamas.  "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mom!" he said, "I should be more careful
about these pajamas."

   "It's okay," she said.  She smiled softly when it promptly popped right
back out.  She had to admit, she enjoyed the show.  Her pussy was moist as
she once again stared at that nice thick dick.

   Michael groaned and tucked it away again, hitching up his pajama bottoms
to keep it contained.  He looked at his sexy mother standing there, and
spread his arms helplessly.  Her breasts bobbed and weaved hypnotically as
she approached with her arms spread and hugged him.

   His cock throbbed against the inside of her thigh.  Valerie sighed into
his ear at the sensation.

   "Maybe we should watch one of those movies," she said.

   "Okay."

   He once again followed her heart-shaped ass into her bedroom.  His cock
escaped again when she stopped and bent over right in front of him to open
the box and rummage through it.  He managed to tuck his erection away and
crawled back into the bed.  Once again, he had claimed his father's side.

   "Ooh!  'Sleepless in Seattle!'" she looked over at him, "Would you mind
if we watch this one?  It's one of my favorites."

   "That sounds fine," he gave her a smile.  He wondered what the movie
actually was on the DVD.

   Valerie once again showed her sexy ass to her son as she bent to put the
disc into the player.  Michael kept imagining how amazing it would be to
fuck her from behind when she did that.  Her body jiggled delightfully as
she hopped into the bed and slid next to her son.  He put his arm around
her and softly rubbed her back as she laid her head on his chest again.

   They both had shocked looks on their faces when 'Busty Nurses 4' lit up
the screen.  Valerie's was authentic.  She scrambled from the bed, but
Michael hit stop on the remote, blanking the screen.  Valerie turned to
him.

   "Sorry," she gasped, "we must have put the wrong DVD in that case."

   "I'm sure it's not your fault, Mom," he said.

   As she once again dug through the contents of the box, Valerie realized
what had happened.  Her face was red as she turned to her son.

   "These are your father's DVDs," she said, "They are all porn."

   "Oh!" Michael said.  He got out of the bed, "I'll see if I can find the
other boxes of movies, then."

   They both looked around the garage, and in the spare bedroom, but they
didn't find the 'regular' movies.  Michael hadn't stashed them or anything;
they had just been put into a storage closet in the hallway and neither of
them knew it.

   They spent a few hours unpacking some of the boxes they had found.  It
was something that needed doing anyway.

   "It's not like we can sit around watching porn together," Michael said
to her, "I mean, could you just imagine that?"

   Valerie laughed at the suggestion, but then she did start to imagine it.
In her mind, she could practically see her son's rampant cock bobbing in
front of her as the dirty action on the screen turned him on.  It wasn't as
if those movies had no effect on her--she would probably be just as horny
watching them with her son.

   They took a break after a few hours and had a light lunch.  After lunch,
they stood at the picture window again and Michael massaged her shoulders
and neck.  At least another foot of snow had fallen.  She shivered even
though warm air was blowing out of the vents right onto them.  His hands
worked down her back.  His thumbs pressed into her muscles and worked out
the tension in her lower back muscles.  She was always tense there.

   "Maybe I should give you a full massage after dinner," Michael said.

   "That sounds nice," she responded.  It had been a while since he had
given her a full massage, but she knew he was really skilled at it.

   They unpacked a dozen more boxes before taking another break.  Michael
got dressed and went outside for a few minutes.  He returned and banged his
shoes together outside the front door.  The snow flew from them, and then
he came back inside.  He hung up his jacket and shook his head.

   "I was hoping I could reach the satellite dish to clear the snow off of
it," he said, "but it's just buried under a big dome of snow up on the
roof. I didn't see any way to get up there."

   Valerie nodded at him as he explained all that.  She stood and watched
as he stripped off his pants and wool socks to hang them up.  They also had
snow caked on them.  For once, he wasn't sporting an erection in his
boxers. He walked into the kitchen and warmed up a cup of coffee in the
microwave.  He added cream and sugar and held the steaming mug in his cold
hands to warm them.  He looked a little miserable as he spoke up.

   "Mom, what are we going to do all week?  We have no television, no
internet, it's freezing outside, and we can't go anywhere." He shook his
head and sipped his coffee.  "This has to be the worst spring break, ever."

   Valerie wrung her hands at that.  She could not think of anything, and
it made her feel like a failure.  Oh, they had some board games.  She knew
that was too lame to even mention.  They had found some books, but nothing
that would make for a memorable vacation.  Most of those were motivational
and sales books anyway.

   "I guess we'll just have to sit around and watch porn all week," she
finally said.  She had thought it would come out funny, as a joke, but she
realized after she had said it that there really wasn't anything better to
do.

   Michael shook his head and chuckled at that.

   "What's so funny?" she asked him.

   He looked a little embarrassed, but answered, "Sadly, if we had the
internet I would probably be looking at porn right now."

   After he had said it, he covered his mouth.  "I shouldn't have said
that, should I?"

   She smiled at him.  Granted, she was his mother, and she shouldn't
approve of such a thing.  Still, she felt like it was a compliment that he
would trust her with something like that.  She couldn't help it; the image
of him stroking his hard cock to porn sprang into her mind.  She smiled at
her son a little sadly.

   "I guess I'll make the popcorn," she said.

   Michael looked at her uncertainly.  "Um...I was planning to take a
shower.  I figured that would feel nice after the cold outside.  Plus I did
work up a little sweat moving all those boxes around.  I'll be back in a
bit."

   As she watched him retreat to his bathroom, Valerie realized she had
also been perspiring.  She spoke up.

   "I'll use your shower as soon as you're done," she said.  He turned and
nodded acknowledgement.  She had another thought then.  "Wait." He stopped
and looked at her.

   "We should use the master bathroom.  Just grab your bathrobe and shower
in there.  I'll bring the popcorn and I'll shower after you."

   "Okay," Michael got his bathrobe and a towel from his bathroom and then
hung up his flannel shirt in his closet.  He walked past the kitchen with
the towel wrapped around his waist.  When the popcorn was finished, she put
it into the bowl they had used the night before and padded into her
bedroom. She could hear Michael in the shower.  She set the bowl back on
the nightstand and peeled her lingerie off.  She tossed the sexy outfit
into her hamper and then looked around for her bathrobe.

   It was hanging in the bathroom.  She realized that and made her way in
to grab it.  Of course, Michael had just finished his shower.  He stared
wide-eyed as his naked mom walked in.  His hard cock bounced up in salute.
Valerie vainly tried to cover herself with her hands, but her massive
breasts evaded her attempts.  Michael looked at her hungrily and licked his
lips.  That look sent a shock to her pussy.

   He managed to look embarrassed and covered his erection.  He turned his
head away.  "The water's nice and warm," he croaked out.  He cleared his
throat and said, "I'll leave you to it."

   He grabbed his robe and made a show of not staring at her while sliding
by.

   The water was warm.  It felt really nice as it cascaded over her body.
She did stroke her soapy pussy to a nice little climax in the shower.  She
tried not to think about her son's hard cock while she did it.  That made
her recall how nice--how natural--it had felt when she had him in her mouth
that morning...and then she was shivering in orgasm.  The image of her
son's tasty dick was firmly in her mind when she came.

   After her shower, Valerie looked at her reflection in the bathroom
mirror.  Her huge boobs shook as she brushed out her hair.  She couldn't
help it; she was picturing her son thrusting his cock between them the way
her husband enjoyed.  She was turned on, but a little disgusted with
herself.  She shook her head and gave her reflection a stern admonition.

   "Don't be that girl," she said softly to herself.  "Don't be the kind of
mom who has sex with her son."

   She wrapped her bathrobe around her voluptuous body and tied it tightly,
then made her way to the bed.  Michael looked at her as she slid beneath
the covers next to him.  He popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth and
spoke to her softly.

   "Are we really going to watch that movie?"

   Valerie didn't trust herself to speak.  Instead, she smiled at her son
as she pressed play on the remote.  The screen lit up with the credits,
with a montage of the Busty Nurses getting dressed.  That was followed by
the individual porn stars in action, introducing each one and giving a
preview of the sex action to come.  It was clear to her that Michael was
already completely hard before the movie even started.  She reminded
herself again that she was not going to have sex with her son.

   By the second sex scene, Valerie could feel her moist pussy leaking
slightly.  She was glad to be wearing the bathrobe.  Her lacy panties would
have been soaked through.  Michael was throbbing visibly through the sheet.
To keep from touching his erection, he focused on the popcorn.  He would
pop one into his mouth, then turn and feed one to his mother.

   She was focused on the action on the screen.  Once again, she heard her
son softly clear his throat and ask what she was doing.  Only then did she
realize she had two of his fingers in her mouth, licking and sucking on
them just like the big-titted girl on screen was doing to the fat cock
between her lips.

   They were both red-faced as she released his fingers and mumbled,
"Sorry."

   Michael's breathing was ragged.  "Me too," he said.

   She watched him lower the sheet and expose his pulsing erection.  His
hand reached shakily down and wrapped around the shaft.  He was looking
from the television to her face.  "Here it comes," she thought, "I have to
be strong and tell him no."

   "Mom, could you do me a favor?" he asked.

   "Michael, I am your mother.  You can't ask me to do that," she said. 
She got it out a little quickly, but felt proud of herself for being
strong.

   His expression was sheepish.  "You're right," he said.

   She smiled, pleased until he went on.

   "I just wondered if yours were bigger."

   "What?" she asked, puzzled at that.

   "I was looking at you, and at that 'nurse' on the screen.  She's got
really large breasts, but I thought yours might be just as big, if not
bigger.  You're right, though, you're my mom and I shouldn't be asking to
see your breasts." He turned back to watching the screen, "She really has
nice big ones, don't you think?"

   She looked at the porn star's breasts, waving wildly around as she was
bent over and pounded from behind.  They were nice big tits, she thought,
but really hers were probably bigger.  She was disconcerted, though.  She
had really expected Michael to ask her to suck his dick again.  Perhaps he
would have been bold enough to ask to fuck her.  She watched him slowly
stroking his cock and realized she was disappointed that he hadn't asked
for anything sexual.

   Compared to what she had imagined him asking, showing him her breasts
seemed trivial.  After all, they had been almost displayed in her lingerie
every day.  She looked at the screen again and was a little annoyed. 
Dammit, her breasts were bigger and nicer looking than what that busty
nurse tramp had!  She impulsively leaned over and kissed Michael's cheek.

   "I'm sorry," she said in her soft, breathy voice, "That wasn't what I
thought you were going to ask.  Here," and she turned to face him.  She
opened her bathrobe and her glorious melons were right in his face.

   "Wow," he breathed.

   He nodded as she held up one, and then the other for him to clearly see
just how big, heavy, and perfectly proportioned they were.  Michael pulled
his bath towel over his erection and shook as he shot a load of cum into
it. He never took his eyes from her breasts except when he briefly closed
them.

   "Thanks, Mom," he murmured.  "I knew you had big ones, but they are just
perfect.  I always assumed your lingerie just made them look better than
they actually are, but clearly I was wrong."

   Valerie blushed at that.  Tom would never have complimented her breasts
like that, much less admitted to being wrong about anything.  She felt so
sexy in that moment, basking in her son's attention.  She left her robe
open and enjoyed it every time she saw him admiring her body.

   They watched the rest of that movie and two more.  Michael deposited a
second load of cum into his towel, and he was looking at her again when he
did.  Valerie could scarcely believe how turned on she was.  It was all she
could do to keep her hands away from her drenched pussy.

   They turned off the television and she fixed dinner.  Her son once again
hugged her from behind, and she really enjoyed feeling his hardness pressed
against the crack of her ass.  She was all sorts of turned on after
watching those movies, even more so from watching Michael stroke his cock.
What had her most aroused, though, was the way he paid attention to her. 
He made her feel so sexy.

   Halfway through dinner, they heard the heater turn off again.  Michael
looked a little miserable at the sound.  Valerie wondered why; last night
it had been cold, but they had been fine.

   "It's going to be so cold tonight," he said after he finished chewing
and swallowing.

   "Why?  We were perfectly warm last night."

   "Well, yeah, but I'll be in my bed, you'll be in yours.  It will be
really cold without you."

   "You're not going to join me tonight?" She was surprised.  She had just
assumed he would be there, keeping her warm again.

   "Well, I was thinking about what you said earlier.  You are my mom,
after all.  It's probably not a great idea for us to be sleeping together."

   Valerie felt like something important had just been yanked away from
her. She needed her son in her bed with her.  She just couldn't imagine
lying in her bed all night, cold and alone.  Well, she could imagine it. 
She just didn't want to.  She realized she had stopped with food still in
her mouth.  She forced it down and looked into Michael's eyes.

   "Please, Michael," she said, "Don't make me sleep alone tonight."

   "Mom..." he shook his head and took another bite.  He chewed
deliberately while thinking over what he should say.  After he swallowed,
he said, "Look, I appreciate what you tried to do today.  You have made
this whole miserable spring break almost bearable.  But, we've been
watching porn all evening.  I am all kinds of horny, and I have been
realizing just how sexy you are all day.  I am worried I might do something
inappropriate with my own mother.  I mean, I actually asked you to show me
your breasts, for crying out loud.  What kind of son does that?"

   She shrugged that off.  She had showed him her breasts, and that had
actually been nice.  If he did something inappropriate, she would just tell
him to stop, she thought.  None of that seemed bad at all compared to the
thought of sleeping all alone in a cold bed rather than snuggling up with
her son.

   "I don't care," she finally said.  "I want you to cuddle up with me and
keep me warm tonight.  I don't want to be alone.  Okay?"

   He raised his eyebrows at her response, looking like he was going to
protest.  Then he shivered.  "Is it just me, or is it already getting
chilly in here?"

   Valerie got up and checked the thermostat.  It had already dropped to
sixty-six degrees.

   "It is colder," she said, "Tonight is going to be really cold.  Please,
Michael."

   "Alright," he said, "I'll try to be good, Mom, I promise."

   Before he came to her room that night, he put on shorts beneath his
flannel pajamas.  His body felt warm pressed against hers immediately.  As
he had suspected, though, it soon became unbearably warm beneath the sheets
and both comforters.  He was drenched in sweat.  Valerie was also sweating
in her bathrobe from the body heat radiating from her son.

   "Oh, crap," she heard him whisper, "I'm going to get Dad's side of the
bed all sweaty.  This was a bad idea."

   "It's fine," she replied, "We'll be washing these bed linens before he
gets back.  Just take off those pajamas."

   While he sat up and removed his pajamas, she slipped off her bathrobe.
She was only wearing a lacy black thong.  She heard her son groan.

   "This is ridiculous," he said.  "These shorts are just drenched in
sweat, and my whole body is soaked.  I'll go grab a quick shower, and I'll
be right back."

   "That's a good idea," she said.

   He picked up his sweaty pajamas and took them with him.  Valerie
immediately felt much cooler without him in the bed.  He returned several
minutes later, but she heard him muttering softly.

   "Oh, yuck.  The sheets are just soaked with sweat on my side.  Should we
change them?"

   She really didn't want to, but it had to be done.  She sighed and pulled
her bathrobe back on.  They turned on the lights and stripped the bed. 
While Michael put on clean sheets, she put the sweaty sheets and the bottom
comforter into the washing machine and started it on a long cycle.  Michael
was waiting in the bed when she returned.

   "I will need to move those linens into the dryer in two hours," Valerie
said, "otherwise they will get a little funky in the washer."

   Michael nodded.  He understood how the hard water would leave sulfur
deposits if it was allowed to sit.

   "Should we set an alarm for it?" he asked.

   "The washer has an alarm," she replied.  She left the bedroom door ajar
so that they would hear it.  She kept her bathrobe on and slid into the
bed. It felt really nice when Michael rolled onto his side and hugged her
to his warm body.  She sighed gratefully.

   "Thanks, Michael," she whispered.

   "I love you, Mom," he whispered back.

   "I love you too."

   The rhythmic thumping of the washing machine lulled them both to sleep.
Michael had planned to try something, just to gauge her reaction and figure
out what she might be willing to do with him.  Instead, he was sound asleep
while holding her in a gentle hug.

   When the washer alarm went off, it did wake Valerie.  She gently
disengaged from her son's embrace and moved the bed linens into the dryer.
She realized, shivering in the laundry room, that she had again perspired
on her back beneath the robe.  She turned off the light in the laundry room
and carefully made her way back through the darkened house to her bedroom.
She hung her bathrobe in the bathroom and slid once again into her son's
warm embrace.

   Michael awoke in the middle of the night.  It took him a few disoriented
minutes to figure out where he was and what had awakened him.  His hard
cock was being urgently sucked.  He had initiated nothing.  By the time he
realized what was happening, he was already at the point of no return.  His
mother's hungry mouth slurped every drop of his sperm right out of him.  He
bit his lip to keep from crying out in pleasure.

   Afterward, she slid up his body.  He could feel her massive breasts and
hard nipples from his thighs all the way to his belly button.  She turned
onto her side and laid her head on his shoulder.  She sighed happily...and
then started to snore softly.  In the meager light, he could not see her
face.  Had she been asleep the whole time?

   The thought was mind-blowing.  He lay awake in the bed thinking about it
for a half hour.  Naturally, thinking about his busty mother submissively
sucking his cock in her sleep rapidly brought his cock back to life.  There
was really only one way to find out, he thought.  He carefully turned and
slid his body up the bed.  He presented the throbbing head of his cock to
her lips, gently pressing it in.

   Valerie moaned softly in her sleep, and then she began to actively suck
her son's cock again.  Michael was enthralled.  She was really good at
this, he thought.  She gave a better blowjob in her sleep than any of his
high school girlfriends could on their best night.  He prided himself on
his stamina, but she drove him over the edge within ten minutes with her
insistent sucking and licking.

   After she had swallowed it all, she smacked her lips and rolled away
from him.  He tucked his drained cock back into his boxers and spooned up
behind her.  He was still marveling at what had happened when he fell back
asleep.

   Valerie awoke feeling wonderful.  Her son was spooned behind her, and
his cock was hard within his silk boxers.  It felt really nice pressed
against her bottom like that.  His strong arms encircled her body, and his
right hand felt like it belonged there as it cupped her right breast.  She
sighed softly and smiled to herself.  He hadn't tried anything, she
thought. His concerns had been completely unfounded.

   She carefully turned in his grasp to face her son.  He had a blissful
expression in his sleep.  He looked so handsome lying there like that.  Her
nipples hardened against his chest when she felt his hips press forward in
his sleep.  His cock was pressed against her panties, applying a welcome
pressure against her labia and clitoris.  It was a shame he was her son,
she thought.  That thick dick would fill her up nicely if she let it.

   She lay there facing him and enjoying being held and slowly dry-humped.
It felt like he was getting harder.  She was definitely wet.  The thought
flitted through her mind that she really ought to stop this, but she
dismissed it.  It felt really nice and she didn't want to stop.  Michael's
hand began to slowly stroke her back, and that sent shivers down her spine.
He was slowly pulling further back and pushing further forward each time.
He moaned softly in his sleep, and that sounded so sexy to her.

   The soft silk of the boxers was slowly being pressed aside.  Michael was
aroused, but he really was asleep.  Valerie was so wet that she was unaware
of the subtle change.  That cock had escaped the leg opening of the silk
boxers and was now pressing insistently between her legs.  She lifted her
left leg over his thigh, but then the drenched little panties slid down
just a little as gravity exerted its pull on them.  She stifled a groan as
she felt the thick tip of him press between her wet little lips.

   That felt really nice.  Because she thought his boxers still contained
him, she didn't realize that she was welcoming his naked cock right into
her.  She just assumed that the boxers would keep this penetration to a
nice teasing little pressure.  The ridge of his thick glans felt just
amazing as it parted her lips and slipped inside.  His hips slowly pumped
forward and back.  She bit her lip as that first fluttering orgasm hit her.

   "Wow, that really was nice," she thought.  "I really, really should stop
this now, though."

   She just couldn't bring herself to do it.  It just felt too good.  When
that thick ridge brushed her g-spot, she shook in even more intense
orgasmic tremors.  Michael's hand slid down her back and pressed her ass
toward him.  She realized she had spread her legs open wider to accommodate
him.  It felt better and better as it went on.

   She finally felt his wiry pubic hair and the edge of the boxers against
her shaved pubic mound and realized the truth of what was happening.  By
then, though, it was far too late.  Her will to stop this was gone.

   Michael's eyes fluttered open as she kissed him passionately.  He was
incredibly aroused, but it took a moment for him to realize what his mother
was talking about.

   "Whatever you do, don't stop!" she gasped into his mouth.

   It had been Michael's plan to slowly seduce his mother over the course
of the week.  That had not been her plan.  Once she felt her son's thick
cock pleasing her pussy, Valerie knew how they would be spending the rest
of their time alone together.

   Her nails raked his back and shoulders as she pulled him on top of her.
He continued to slowly fuck her surprisingly snug pussy.  Michael shook his
head as he watched those amazing breasts bounce tantalizingly on her chest.
He was half convinced this was still a dream.  Then her convulsing pussy
soaked him with her girl cum and he comprehended the truth.  He was fucking
his mother's deliciously tight pussy, and she had been the one to make it
happen.

   He held his full length inside her as her orgasmic shaking slowly
subsided.  He smiled down at her, enjoying the way her pussy gripped his
length within her soaked channel.  Her breathing returned to normal and he
read the guilt that began to spread over her expression.  She looked like
she was about to say something he didn't want to hear, so he leaned down
and buried his tongue in her mouth for the first time.  His hips started to
pump his length in and out again as he claimed her eager mouth.

   When her expression had changed back to the wanton horny one he had seen
earlier, he finally broke off the kiss and lifted his chest up from hers.
He was really able to fuck her thoroughly in this position.  He smiled at
her again.

   "Mmm.  Good morning, Mom."

   "Ooh!  Good morning!" she replied brightly.

   She lifted her spread legs into the air, giving her pussy to him
eagerly. She moaned when he finally sucked her hard nipple into his mouth.
It felt so good, she thought; so natural.  Her body was his to do with as
he pleased, and she would love every moment of it.

   The rest of spring break was going to be so much better for the two of
them.

   to be continued....
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