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 Title: Nude Dancing # 02: Mom


Summary: Bobby dances with his mom - and more.


Keywords: inc,fic





   ***Wedding Day, Tampa, Florida, Saturday, September 2nd 2006***

   Natalie and I spent the rest of Friday night in her bed, making love
again and again before we fell into an exhausted sleep that was only
interrupted when the dawn sun splashed brightly into the room and roused
us.

   "You better go Bobby, mom might wake up," my sweet, red haired sister
whispered in my ear.

   "Too bad, I'm not finished with my big sister yet," I said with a
smiling growl, then rolled on top of her and found her lips with mine.

   "Bobby...don't...stop," she squealed when I finally pulled my tongue
from her mouth.

   "I love you."

   "I gotta get some sleep...before the wedding...I'm the Maid of
Honor...pleassssse," she complained as my lips captured one of her puffy,
pink nipples.  And then I was in her, completely filling her with my blood
filled cock, slipping effortlessly up the slick, now widely stretched
channel, in one long, hard thrust.

   "Oh Bobbbbby," she groaned as her ankles locked behind my back, trapping
me inside her.

   Five minutes later I stumbled from Natalie's room, naked, my cock
swinging, heavy between my legs, sticky with her juices, a six inch strand
of cum swinging precariously from its tip.  Then collapsed into my bed and
was dead to the world until my alarm woke me some six hours later.

   Minutes later I groggily tumbled out of bed and started towards the can
-- butt ass naked.

   "BOBBY!"

   "Mom?" I squawked, my hand racing downwards to cover my penis.

   "You shouldn't walk around like that," she chastised.

   "Sorry ma, I thought you guys were getting your hair done," I mumbled,
my face reddening.

   "Natalie left earlier...then she's going to the Welsh house to get
dressed...my appointment's at one-thirty."

   "Want me to drive you?" I offered.

   "Not with you dressed like that I certainly don't," she answered, and
now there was a small grin at the corners of her mouth.

   "Isn't your hairdresser called Monsieur Claude?  It might just make his
day," I teased, then wiggled my hips provocatively while watching how mom's
eyes darted towards my groin.

   "You're terrible," she answered but with a laugh.  "And Bobby, don't go
back to bed.  We've got to leave by three-fifteen."

   "Do you think I'm going to be late for a date with the prettiest girl in
town?"

   "Hah, hah...gosh, I've got to leave...there's bacon and eggs in the
kitchen honey," she said, leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the
cheek, and then, after one last quick surreptitious glance down at my
groin, turned and rushed towards the door.

   But if she had stayed a few seconds longer she would have seen her son
in all his fully erect glory -- there was no way my hand could have
disguised that.  Moving into the can and then standing over the toilet bowl
I wondered just how much she had seen.  And what did she think of what
she'd seen.  God, not mom too, I thought to myself as I tried to piss
through a rock hard hose...

   ...It was a glorious late summer Florida day, and with lower than normal
humidity it was perfect for a wedding.  When Mom, my date for the day, came
down the stairs at three-ten I couldn't stop the appreciative whistle that
escaped from my lips.

   "Stop that," she said but her smile betrayed her pleasure.

   "What happened to that old lady I was supposed to escort today," I
teased as I watched mom descend the last couple of steps.  My buddies had
always claimed my mom was the hottest mother in town and if they had seen
her walk down those stairs that day their tongues would have been hanging
down to their knees.

   At thirty-six, her tall, trim but shapely body, combined with her light
skin, blue eyes and blond hair, clearly reflected her Swedish ancestry. 
Unlike my red haired sister there was no mistaking the common Viking
heritage mom and I shared.  Two tall athletic blonds.  "You look great
mom," I said.

   "You should be going with one of your little girlfriends, not me," she
answered as I took her hand.

   "They'll all be jealous of me...all the men at the wedding," I promised,
then bent over and gave her a light peck on the lips.  "You're beautiful
ma," I insisted, staring into the blue eyes just inches from mine.

   "I'm an old woman," she said with a grin, then added, "Now c'mon, we
don't want to be late for Chrissie's marriage."

   "You should go out more...date...there must be hundreds of guys who'd
die to go out with you," I argued as we were driving towards the church
minutes later.  But it was a discussion we'd had before.  Both Natalie and
I had tried to raise the subject with mom many times over the proceeding
three or four years.

   Dad had died when I was only nine and it was only when Natalie and I had
became teens ourselves, when we had started to feel the hormones rushing
through our own young, developing bodies, that we realized that mom was
seemingly going without.  At first she had brushed off our timid enquiries.
Then when we got older, fifteen...sixteen, Nat and I worried that she was
going without because of us.

   Her statements that, "I'm too busy for men," or "I have to take care of
you guys," or "I've got to work overtime -- you guys got university coming
up," or "once you're gone I'll," and on and on, had made us feel guilty. 
Made us feel mom was missing out because of us.  She had even refused to
let us work nights or weekends during the school year, insisting instead
that we study and get an education, that flipping burgers for five bucks an
hour was stupid when she could make fifty or sixty bucks an hour working
overtime in the ER.

   It was weird.  For a couple of years at least I'd been encouraging her
to date, Natalie had too, but at the same time I had slowly come to realize
that I dreaded the thought of her in another man's arms.  Now that I'd lost
my virginity, now that I had been dancing naked for hundreds of women night
after night, I'd realized I had been growing even more possessive of her.
Why shouldn't it be me who sleeps with her I'd asked myself more and more
often in the preceding months.  It should be I who replaces my father in
mom's bed, I'd told myself.

   "Don't you worry about me," mom answered, breaking into my reverie,
"once I get you off to university I'll go wild."

   "Yeah sure mom," I agreed, having heard this same line at least fifty
times over the last couple of years.  "I love you...  even if you don't
like men," I told her, when after finally reaching the church and parking,
we were walking up the path to the front door.

   "I do like them...but you're my only man right now," she teased back.

   "That's what I'm afraid of," I answered with a wry smile.  Mom blushed
and I had an almost overpowering urge to take her in my arms and kiss her.

   "I wish we were getting married," I whispered in her ear as we stood
just inside the door of the church waiting for the usher to guide us to our
seats.

   "What a crazy thing to say,' she said with a little titter in her voice,
and I felt her hand tremble in mine.

   I got more than a few curious yet knowing looks from the girls during
the wedding.  It was the first time they'd seen me since they'd seen me
naked at the club.  I'd wondered how they'd react.  Jacqui and Trish,
bridesmaids, both gave me appraising glances; even Chrissie, the bride,
gave me a grinning look when she passed down the aisle on the arm of her
father.  She looked beautiful in white and for just a second I wished it
was me she was marrying.

   Of the girls who'd seen me dancing nude at the club only two nights
earlier, it was only prissy Amanda who totally ignored me.  But that was no
surprise; she'd never really liked me anyway.  She'd brought her boyfriend
to the wedding, a rich guy called George from Boston who was in Law School
and he was one of those guys who walked like he had something stuck up his
ass.

   Watching her during the wedding I decided I'd have a little fun with her
during the reception.  I thought why not, she'd been pretty free with her
hands when I'd been dancing naked for her.  In fact she hadn't been shy at
all with her comments when she hadn't known it was her best friend's
brother whose cock was swinging in front of her.

   But during the actual ceremony I found my eyes drawn again and again to
the bodice of mom's summer dress.  As my sister Natalie, whose bed I'd
shared the last two nights, stood next to her best friend at the altar, it
was the tops of mom's milky white breasts that continually tantalized me.
That made my cock tent uncomfortably in my suit pants.  Knew mom couldn't
help but notice.  Wondered what she thought...actually wanted to take one
of her hands so primly placed in her lap and place it on my throbbing
manhood...

   *****

   The reception was held at a local hotel and mom and I were some of the
last guests to walk down the reception line.  Bold, black haired Jacqui was
the first of the girls in the line and coyly inquired if I had brought
'Robin'.

   Mom, just ahead of me going down the line, turned and asked Jacqui,
"Robin?"

   "Oh, it's just one of Bobby's little friends Mrs.  Cooper," the little
minx said as she winked at me.

   "I don't think I know her," mom mused aloud.

   Giggling, Trish, the short brunette with the largest and most impressive
breastworks of the girlfriends, butted in with, "We were all introduced the
other night Mrs.  C, and I must say we were all quite surprised and
impressed."

   Yours truly just had to smile sweetly and try to hurry mom down the
line. Fortunately neither my sister Natalie nor the bride brought up
'Robin', 'Robin' who was in the process of filling with blood and
lengthening in my pants.

   "How come I haven't met this Robin?" mom asked after I'd escorted her to
our table and held her seat for her as she sat.

   "It's a joke ma...you know how the girls are always trying to kid me."

   "So I won't get to meet her?" mom asked.

   "Not tonight ma," I said, omitting to tell her she had seen 'Robin'
earlier in the day when I'd popped into the hallway naked.

   It turned into a great party after the meal finished and the dancing
started.  I danced with both Jacqui and Trish at the reception and neither
of them, in spite of their being with dates, was shy in taking the
opportunity to both tease and compliment me.

   "Do I get to see 'Robin' tonight?" sexy Jacqui, Natalie's wildest
friend, teased as we danced a slow one after dinner.  "I think I feel him,"
she laughed as she plastered her body against mine.

   "Do you?"

   "Uh huh...and if I'm not mistaken he seems to be getting bigger."

   "I guess he likes you," I teased back.

   Of course I danced with Natalie and mom, although both were so popular
that I only got a couple of dances from each during the party.  The only
one of the friends I didn't get up on the dance floor was Amanda, the three
or four times I tried to get her up for a dance she rebuffed me with one
excuse or another.  It just made me a little more eager to get her alone.
It was near eleven at night when I finally got my chance.

   "Hey, there you are," I said with feigned surprise in my voice as she
passed the doorway I was lurking in.  "I was afraid in all the rush we
wouldn't get our dance tonight." I had followed her from the reception hall
and watched as she had strolled down the long hallway past various other
halls on her way to the lobby, where I watched as she'd bought some
cigarettes.  Then I'd ducked into a doorway when I'd seen her start back.

   "Bobby?  What are you doing here...I mean..." I could see her shock at
seeing me, saw her eyes quickly flit nervously as she looked for a way to
escape.  I grabbed one of her hands and led her through the open doorway.

   "But...we can't go in here," she said almost desperately as I led her
through into the deserted and dimly lit meeting room.

   "Just for one dance," I urged as I took her into my arms and pulled her
against my body.

   "There's no music...George's waiting," she said as she tried to pull
back from me.

   "You weren't so shy the other night," I teased, holding her tight.  "In
fact I seem to remember you were quite happy to-"

   "That was disgusting.  You should have told us...dancing naked," she
said scornfully.

   "I seem to remember you were quite eager to see Robin...in fact I think
you might even have touched him," I laughed as my palms settled on her bum
and pulled her even tighter against me.

   "I was drunk...I don't remember...don't...please Bobby," she stammered
as her face reddened.

   I slid my hand between our bodies and quickly unzipped myself, then
grabbed one of Amanda's hands and led it to the gaping opening through
which Robin's head was proudly emerging.

   "We can't...somebody will come...George would never understand," she
complained even as her fingers circled me.

   "It's just one dance," I replied as my hands started to lift Amanda's
dress up her legs.

   "What are you doing?" she cried when her dress was above her waist and I
started to push her panties down.

   Not one blond hair graced the mound that I bared, not one hair
camouflaged the bright red slit that lay exposed.  I pulled her against me
so that my raging cock was trapped between her inner thighs.

   "We can't...please Bobby," Amanda protested but I knew she was as
excited as me.

   "When do you go back to school anyway?" I whispered in her ear as I
danced her around the room.

   "Thursday...not til Thursday...please Bobby, let me go," she pled even
while adjusting her legs so that my penis was fitted perfectly against her
now moist gash.

   "So we've got a few days," I said as I released her and then bent and
picked up her panties off the floor.

   "I don't want to...I won't...now give me my panties," she ordered, her
composure and her bossy manner restored.

   "They'll make a good souvenir," I said with a smile.

   "But you can't...how will I explain to George?" she asked.

   "Amanda, surely you're not going to let him see you undressed tonight?
You guys aren't even married.  What would your poor mom say?" I asked as I
twirled her delicate, lacy pink panties in the air and then turned and left
the room whistling.

   "You're horrible...I hate you," Amanda hissed at my back.

   An hour later, Mom, Natalie and I were among the last to leave the
party, all of us a little high from the excitement and the drinks we'd
imbibed, mom especially.

   ******

   "Is mom okay?" Natalie asked as I supported mom as we walked towards the
front door of our house.  It was just past one in the morning and we'd just
got home from the reception.  Mom, who hardly ever drank more than a couple
of alcoholic drinks in an evening, was, now that the dancing was over,
really starting to feel the champagne she'd been sipping all night.

   "Yup...just a little too much to drink," I said, smiling at my sister.
"You looked beautiful today Nat." She blushed quickly as she smiled shyly
back at me.

   "You too mum," I added as I gave my mother a kiss on the cheek.  We got
her inside and I sat her down on the couch in the living room.  Natalie
rushed off to make some coffee while I went upstairs to change.

   "Bobby, help...she passed out.  Mommy," Natalie called, then nodded
toward the couch when I came back into the living room dressed just in my
boxer shorts.

   "You got mommy drunk so you could take advantage of me," I teased as I
encircled Natalie in my arms.

   "Nooo...she could wake," Nat cried, wriggling to escape me.

   "I'll carry her up to her room," I answered as I bent and lifted mom
into my arms.

   "You're sticking out," Nat said, pointing to my semi hard penis that had
escaped through the slit and out into the air.

   "Robin's hungry for you," I said with a menacing leer.

   "Mom will see...put him back," she ordered as she tried to push my penis
back in my shorts even as I carried mom toward the stairs.  I was rock hard
and still protruding proudly when I gently laid mom on her bed.

   "Take off her shoes," I told Nat as I turned mother sideways and then
lowered the zipper on her dress.

   "I can do that," Natalie answered as I slipped one strap off mum's
shoulder.  "Bobby...you shouldn't," she added, looking up at me as I
slipped the other strap off and pulled the dress down to her waist.

   "Ma's wearing pretty sexy underwear," I said, then gave a short wolf
whistle.  My cock was at full attention.

   "She'll wake," Natalie warned.  Then she hissed, "No Bobby," when I
unsnapped the yellow, silk demi bra that held up and displayed her breasts
so perfectly.

   "They're almost as nice as yours," I said when I'd bared my mothers
chest.  For a second I was tempted to sit on her stomach and slide my now
throbbing shaft between her still perfect breasts.

   "They're bigger than mine," Natalie said, a touch of envy evident in her
voice as she watched her mom.

   I stood and embraced Natalie from behind, then cupped her breasts
through her gown and whispered in her ear, "You're the prettiest girl in
the world." But she was right.  Although hers were firmer and rode slightly
higher on her frame, moms were larger, rounder and fuller than her
beautiful daughters.

   "Oh Bobby, we shouldn't," she cried while she pushed back against my
surging shaft that had fit itself into the crack in her bum.

   "I wish you weren't leaving," I said as I lowered the zipper on
Natalie's gown.  It rustled as it fell around her feet.  "Sexy underwear
too," I complimented as she bent to pick up the dress.

   "I have to hang it."

   "I want to see them," I insisted as I undid her bra.

   "She might wake up," Natalie protested feebly as my fingers moved to her
nipples.

   "Look at moms," I whispered in her ear as I caressed Natalie's body.

   "We shouldn't...its wrong," she moaned as she slipped one of her hands
behind her back and grasped the pole that was now pushing insistently
against her bum.

   "Both of us drank from them, drank momma's milk," I said softly as I
gently pulled my sisters nipples.  "Do you think she has any more for us?"
I asked as I released Natalie and moved towards the bed.

   "Don't!  She'll wake...please Bobby," she begged as my lips closed over
my mother's nipple.  I sucked from one, then another, then slowly stood
back up and kissed my sister.

   "You're terrible," she lied as I bent my head and took one of her long,
thick, pink nipples deep into my mouth.

   "I got to hang the dress...it'll be ruined," she said as she pulled away
from my grasp.  Grabbing the dress from the floor she took it to mom's
cupboard where she found a hanger.

   I moved back to the bed and slowly peeled moms matching panties down her
legs as Natalie watched.  "Cover her Bobby...please," she hissed as I knelt
between mom's legs.  Natalie slowly slipped her own panties down her legs
as she watched me.  Her red pubic patch was a lovely contrast to mom's
wispy blond curls.

   "Soon," I promised, then lowered my head down between mom's legs.

   "Please Bobby," Nat pled as she watched my nose and tongue disappear
into her mother's sex.

   My cock sprang upward, arching in need, throbbing as it demanded the
vagina whose smell and taste were driving me wild.  The vagina that had
borne me out into the world so many years ago.

   "BOBBY!" Louder now, Natalie cried, as she struggled to pull my head
back from my mothers centre.

   Angry, wild, almost crazed with lust I leapt from the bed and engulfed
my sister in my arms...then lifted her up roughly and dropped her down onto
my burning spear.

   "Oh Bobbbbbby," Natalie moaned as I lowered her to the bed and started
to pound inside her.  Five minutes later I spewed my seed into my
screaming, orgasming sister.  Mother had slept through it all!

   We spent the rest of the night in Natalie's bed.  A night of hard urgent
fucking that we both knew would have to last us for weeks...

   ...At four o'clock the next day, another sunny Florida Sunday afternoon,
mom and I drove Natalie to the airport.  And then for minutes I held my
sobbing sister in my arms before she finally freed herself and disappeared
through the gate.

   "You two looked more like boyfriend and girlfriend than brother and
sister," mom said as we walked towards the parking lot.

   "I wish, she's so beautiful, so nice," I said.

   "I miss her too Bobby," mom admitted, "so much."

   "I know mom," I said as I took her hand.  "Its crazy, we all belong
together."

   Mom and I kissed as man and woman for the first time thirteen days
later...

   *****

   But before that I fucked Natalie's friend Amanda before she returned to
school and her upper class boyfriend.  My senior year of High School had
started on the Monday after the wedding but I was determined to live up to
the threat I'd made Amanda at the reception.  She had said she was flying
back to university on the following Thursday so my time and chances were
limited.  I gave her until Wednesday.  I knew George had been scheduled to
leave Tuesday night.

   "Amanda?" I whispered hoarsely down the line, trying to disguise my
voice and pass for the twit of a boyfriend she had.  I was sitting on my
motorcycle in her driveway.  It was noon hour Wednesday and I'd just left
my Chemistry class.

   "Yes...who's calling?  Is that you George?  Where are you?  Did you get
home?"

   "I miss you," I answered, mimicking George's foppish Bostonian accent.

   "I'll be there on Friday," Amanda said, a girlish giggle in her voice.

   "I'm so horny...I want to fuck you right now babykins," I said, using a
term I'd heard the jerk use at the wedding reception.

   "GEORGE!"

   "Are you in your bedroom?" I whispered huskily.

   "Uh huh," she said, a deep sexy pant expelled as she spoke.

   "Is your mom home or are you all alone?"

   "All alone."

   "Take off your clothes babykins...Georgie wants to see his sexy Mandy
naked."

   "No...you're crazy," she giggled.

   "Send big George a picture of his little sweetie," I enticed as I walked
into the Jones backyard where I found the patio door wide open.  Standing
in their kitchen I unbuttoned my shirt even while talking Amanda into
getting naked.  "Use your webcam...please babykins," then added, "I just
took off my pants Amanda...I'm sitting on my bed...I'm holding the big boy,
he wants to see you.  Georgie poo wants to see his little sweetie pie," I
crooned.

   "I shouldn't, you're so bad," she complained as I lowered my shorts and
hung them on the staircase post.

   "Are you naked?"

   "Maybe," she whispered as I slowly climbed the stairs.

   "Rub the phone between your legs-"

   "George!  No!"

   "Touch yourself babykins," I urged as I approached her open bedroom door
at the end of the hall.  "Pretend I'm standing just outside your room,
naked, about to come in-"

   "I wish you were," she whispered, then screamed when I walked through
the door.

   "You little slut," I laughed, and as she dropped the phone, then stood
and tried to dart from the room, I simply captured her and lifted her into
the air.

   "Nooooo....pleasssse Bobby," she pled as I pulled her naked body against
mine.

   "I hate you," she moaned as I pushed my cockhead into her.  Groaned when
I tried to force my shaft deep inside of her tight, clenching little cunt.

   "It's too big," she protested but I could feel her opening up, adjusting
to me.  I was standing in the middle of the room, holding her aloft, her
tight ass supported by my hands, impaled on my thick shaft.  I simply
lifted her up and down, and on each dropping of her body another inch
levered its way inside her cunt.  She drummed her little fists futilely
against my chest as more and more of my cock was welcomed inside her.

   And then she was on her back on the bed, my body covering hers, and when
one final lunge buried me completely her resistance suddenly died.

   "Bobbbby," she groaned as I started to move my hips slowly in and out.

   "Do you like little Robin babykins?' I asked.

   "I hate him," she groaned as she thrust her pelvis upward off the bed to
meet my penetration, "and he's not little."

   "Should I take him out?"

   Her legs snapped shut around my back at she hissed her response, her
need obvious.  "Fuck me...fuck me Bobby...fuck babykins you
bastard...yes...oh god yes," she groaned as her sexual juices flooded
around my pistoning prick.

   She was coming for the third time, writhing as she screamed under me,
when I finally shot my thick, warm ejaculate deep inside her.  Then I
fucked her again.  Doggie style.  Then, showing a rare and unexpected
talent, she swallowed me whole, hungrily sucking my cream down when I
finally came.  Then we made love again, a third hard fucking that finished
the two of us.  I finally stumbled out of her bedroom at about four thirty
in the afternoon, her last words to me, "I'll be home for three weeks at
Christmas...or if you wanted you could come visit me in Boston..."

   I wondered as I rode away if I'd put a baby inside her.

   *****

   "I've got Saturday off," mom announced the next morning at breakfast. 
She'd just got in from her overnight shift at the hospital.

   "How come?  Do you have a date," I blurted in surprise, aware at the
same time of a jealousy born somewhere deep inside of me.

   "No...I just wanted a weekend off for once.  Maybe we could do
something...we never see each other any more honey."

   It was true, with mom working twelve hour, overnight shifts six days a
week we hardly ever saw each other.  We'd breakfast together most mornings
after she'd got in from work and then see each other around dinner time
before she left for work.  But we never really just sat around and talked.
"I'll take you to dinner...we'll go on a date...you and I," I said without
thinking.

   "A date?  You're crazy, I'm your mother," she laughed as she shook her
head.

   "We can see a movie afterward," I said, ignoring her protest.  And
within seconds we'd agreed to dinner and a movie, a family night out as mom
called it.

   ***Saturday, September 9th -- First date with mom***

   It was just a mother and her son going out to grab some Italian food and
see a movie, a typical event that probably was going to be repeated in a
million American households that night, but even so we were both nervous
when Saturday afternoon arrived.  Mom even suggested we order a pizza in
and rent a movie instead.

   "Unh uh, we're going out.  I'm going to find you a boyfriend this year
if it kills me," I promised.  "This will be a practice date, a warm up for
the real thing when you finally find a man," I teased.

   "You're so funny," she sneered.

   "C'mon, get outta here and get dressed.  You're handsome date is going
to pick you up in thirty minutes," I ordered.

   "What'll I wear?"

   "Hah!  Like you've never been on a date before."

   "I haven't...at least not for ten years," she said wistfully.

   "Something sexy...and put on some of the perfume you were wearing at the
wedding."

   "Sexy?  What perfume?" mom asked.

   "Pretend I'm a handsome man you're trying to impress...one of those
doctors you're always chasing around the hospital," I said with a smile.

   "I am not," she started to protest but then stopped and smiled when she
saw my grin.  "Ha, you think you're so smart, don't you?"

   She finally decided on a simple, off white, pleated skirt that reached
just below her knees, topped by a spaghetti strapped, dark blue, silk cami.
I could see she was self conscious as she slowly came down the stairs.  Her
breasts jiggled with each step she descended.

   When she reached the bottom I handed her a bouquet of red roses I'd
bought earlier.

   "But...how come," she stammered, "It's not my birthday or anything."

   "Your first date in ten years?"

   "Thanks Bobby," she finally said, then, with a tear slipping down her
cheek, leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek.  She was wearing
the perfume!  And as she leaned over I could see the top third of her
breasts and couldn't help but notice the sexy, light blue, lace, half bra
she'd worn to display them.  She wanted her son to see her breasts, wanted
to excite me, I realized.

   We had fun!  It was just a small, inexpensive neighborhood restaurant
but the dim lighting, the intimacy of a small, candlelit corner table, the
carafe of house wine, the way our knees touched under the table, the great
food, it all contributed to creating a new sense of closeness between us.

   For the first time in our lives we talked to each other as adults.  I
found that I liked her.  Liked the way she talked directly to me -- like an
equal.  During the hour and a half we lingered over dinner we discussed
politics, her work, my choice of universities, Natalie, our hopes for the
future.  She was more intelligent than the girls I normally dated.  She was
a welcome change from the high school girls who giggled as they discussed
make-up and clothes and the mall and...

   We even skirted around the issue of sex.  She tentatively probed, asking
me who I was dating, what teenagers were doing these days, was I serious
about anyone.  She didn't actually ask the question I knew she wanted
answered.

   But I told her anyway.  "I'm not a virgin mom."

   "Oh," was her only immediate response, the surprise evident in her eyes
and open mouth.  "Do you want to talk about it?" she finally asked.

   "The movie's starting soon," I said, stalling but said in a tone that
indicated I just might like to talk about it in the future.

   "Oh, ok, maybe later," mom answered, a cute little blush on her cheeks.

   "And maybe we can talk about your sex life too," I threatened lightly as
I took her hand.

   "Ha.  Not much to talk about there," she grumbled with a grin.

   After we'd walked hand in hand across the square to the local Cineplex,
I tentatively placed my right arm around my mother's shoulders as we sat
back in our seats as the film started up.  Ma had picked a chick flic in
spite of my protestations but she made no comment when my right arm
encircled her; in fact instead she leaned her shoulder against me and then
adjusted herself so her head rested comfortably in the crook of my
shoulder. I lightly, almost absent mindedly, caressed her upper arm and
shoulder with the hand that was draped around her.

   Her top was loose enough so that I could easily see most of her breasts,
full, white breasts whose pink nipples were just covered by the wispy lace
bra that struggled to contain them.  She continued to watch the film,
pretending complete interest in the characters up on the screen, when I
took her left hand, which had been lying limply in her lap, into mine.  For
the rest of the film our hands remained interlocked, an unvoiced promise of
the future total intertwining of our bodies.

   ****8

   "A dance?" I asked after we'd finally got home just before twelve and
had settled in the living room, neither of us having been quite ready to
end our wonderful night.

   "It's late...you should save your dancing for your girlfriends," mom
answered, but the excitement in her eyes belied her words.

   We danced just once, to a slow tune that just encouraged us to lock our
bodies together.  We hardly moved, just swayed together, my blood filled
penis against her mound, her hard nippled breasts pushed urgently into my
chest.

   I was afraid to kiss her when the dance ended.  I knew that if I did
nothing could stop me from simply forcing her to the carpet and stripping
her of her clothes.  Nothing would stop me from forcing her legs apart and
penetrating her.

   "I better go," mom said.  "We can't...I had a wonderful evening," her
words stammered nervously as she backed towards the door.  I knew as she
fled she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

   Later I lay in my bed for hours, naked, stroking myself softly, the
still lingering scent of mom's perfume and the vision of her milky white
breasts driving me again and again to a spurting ejaculation.

   ***Saturday, September 16th --Second date with mom***

   We ate Mexican the following Saturday before heading to Tampa's number
one Latin Salsa dancing club.  Mom had been dubious when I'd suggested it
early in the week, complaining she didn't know how to do it.  She learned
pretty quick!

   Mom could dance!  It was she who first got Natalie and then me dancing.
My success as a nude dancer could be directly traced back to the
encouragement she'd given Natalie and I as kids.  But since dad had died
her dancing had been confined to home, to laughing evenings where the three
of us would dance for hours.

   And while she may have enjoyed it, these fun evenings with her young
children, it had been dancing without the excitement of sex, without the
potential of the evening ending with a man and woman naked, thrashing
entwined in ecstasy.  That night, for the first time, I saw the truly
sexual animal that lay at the heart of my mother, the erotic woman that had
lured my father.

   "I'm getting old," mom complained after returning from the dance floor,
a slight pant in her voice.  But it was her flashing, happy smile that
really indicated her mood.  She was sweating, the deep v-neck in her dark
red dress gaping open, her breasts heaving and her nipples hard under the
thin silk.  She'd originally refused to wear it when I'd presented it to
her that afternoon.  I'd slowly worn down her arguments that it was too
expensive, too young for her, too immodest.

   "You'll look beautiful mom," I'd promised.  "You have to dress like this
if you're going to go salsa dancing.  C'mon, try it on," I'd urged as I
held it up against her body.

   Two minutes later, after disappearing into her room, she'd reappeared, a
small blush on her cheeks, excitement in her eyes.

   "It's too..." she exclaimed, her hands indicating the bust line, the way
the hem rode high above her knees.

   "Ma, if you're going to go Latin you gotta go all the way."

   "But Bobby...do you really think it'll be all right?"

   "You'll be the prettiest girl in the room," I promised, but then added
as I ran my eyes over her, "And it'll even better without the bra."

   "It will?" she asked as her fingers tried to move the bra straps so they
wouldn't be seen.

   "You don't wear a bra with that dress mom," I instructed as though I was
some fashion designer, then simply stepped behind her and undid the clasp
and then smoothly removed mom's bra.

   "But, people will be able to see," she started to protest.

   "That's the point," I said with a smiling leer.

   "BOBBY!"

   "Do you own a thong ma?" I teased, then jumped back from her threatened
smack.

   Mom had worn the dress!  And she looked more than good in it.  As every
male's eyes in the club attested to.  And mom had fed off the attention.

   She hadn't stopped dancing since we'd arrived in the club two hours
earlier.  The only blond woman in the club, her beauty had been like a
beacon, continually drawing man after man into her light.  "Hah," I
complained, "just when it's my turn to have a dance you pretend you're
tired."

   "I'm not that tired," she laughed as she grabbed my hand and led me back
towards the dance floor, "and you seemed to be doing all right young man.
It looked like that last little girl you were dancing with was going to eat
you."

   "Mother!"

   Salsa is sex!  Once those Latin tunes start reverberating in your head,
it's all you think about.  And with the prettiest woman in the room in your
arms, her love for you clear in her eyes, there's nothing else.  And over
the following half hour in that club, we made love to each other.  No,
there was no penis penetrating a vagina, but there was a man and woman who
with every dance step we made proclaimed to the other (and to everyone
watching in he club) our desire.

   It had been thirteen days since Natalie had left.  I kissed mom for the
first time later that night.  After we'd got home.  We were both excited.
Happy.  Feeling sexy.  We didn't talk.  Instead for minutes, just inside
the front door, we let our lips and tongues explore the other's.

   "We can't...its wrong," she panted desperately when our lips finally
separated, then Cinderella-like she fled up the stairs barefoot, leaving
just two shiny, red, high heeled dancing shoes as evidence she'd been
there. For minutes I stood rooted to the spot, looking upwards to where I'd
last seen mom, furiously masturbating until my penis finally shot out
spurting strands of cum that arced out and then downwards and onto her
shoes.

   ***The Following Weekend --in Miami visiting Natalie***

   I had organized to visit Miami and the University for the weekend of the
22nd to 24th, ostensibly to decide if I was going to join my sister Natalie
there the next fall.  Of course I had already decided I was going to enroll
there!  It was just an excuse I'd used with mom to justify my trip.  The
real plan was that Natalie and I were going to rent a hotel room on South
Beach and then spend three days making love.

   "Don't you need any money?" mom had asked me Wednesday night at dinner,
the day before I was to leave.

   "No, I'm still ok," I'd answered, "still got some left from the summer
job."

   "But you've been spending so much lately honey.  Dinners and flowers for
me...a dress...  your girlfriends...now this trip...you haven't asked me
for a cent all summer." It was almost as much complaint as it was question.
"You're not still working are you?" she went on to ask.

   "Just the odd job," I answered casually, not wanting to raise any of
mom's suspicions just then.

   "We agreed, no working during the school year," mom complained, my mom
who had no idea I'd danced all summer in the strip club, instead believing
I'd been working a shift at a local health club.

   "It's just a couple of nights a week," I said, hoping she'd drop the
subject.

   "That wasn't our deal young man," mom said in her most parent like
voice. "I don't want you making poor grades for some five dollar an hour
job.  I have lots of money."

   "You work too hard mom," I answered, "and besides, if I don't take you
out you'll just sit at home and watch TV."

   "I will not."

   "And next weekend I'm taking you dancing again," I promised as I moved
towards he door.

   "Is your sister working too," mom asked just before I was able to
escape.

   "Don't think so...she didn't say anything...why?"

   "She hasn't asked for anything either.  Not for books, or school, or-"

   "She's got a scholarship mom...and worked all summer."

   "Still," mom started, her curiosity definitely raised.

   "I'll ask her, let you know when I get back," I promised, "but I gotta
go now mom, I promised Karen I'd help her with our history project tonight
before I left."

   "Alright...  but you and I are going to have a talk when you get home,"
mom threatened.

   I went directly to the club from home, and got home just after two with
enough money in my pocket to pay for my weekend in Miami.  I'd danced some
forty table dances during my shift.  Naked.  For maybe twenty different
women.  Young and old.  Fat and thin.  Good looking and not so good
looking. They all wanted 'Robin'.  They couldn't even begin to guess that
the only person who was going to get close to 'Robin' over the next three
days was my big sister!

   Natalie and I didn't go anywhere near Coral Gables and the U from the
time my plane landed in Miami Thursday night until I left Sunday afternoon
at five.  Instead we went directly to South Beach where we checked into a
small, upscale Art Deco hotel as man and wife.  Mr.  and Mrs.  Robert
Cooper.

   It was different, exciting to finally be able to act as lovers in public
without worrying.  For three days we did things that we wouldn't dare have
done at home.  Kissing in public, walking hand in hand on Lincoln Drive,
having my sister lying topless on the sand next to me, holding her in my
arms in the breaking surf, dancing wantonly together in the clubs, walking
naked together down a nude beach...

   And being away from home somehow the sex was even better if that was
possible.  We had time to explore every inch of the others body, to lick
and suck and kiss and touch and...

   To simply revel in the feel of Natalie's moist cunt all around my penis
as I left it buried deep and motionless inside her for minute after minute.

   To taste her.  Lick her little pink erection until her thrashing center
spewed out her female orgasm onto my lapping tongue...

   To feel her moist tongue run moistly up and down my length until she
took my spouting cockhead deep into her mouth and swallowed my seed...

   To slide my penis repeatedly through the channel I'd formed between her
breasts...

   To force my bulb through her tight but lubricated anus...

   And finally to push my sperm deep into her depths as her insides spasmed
around my cock.

   When we finally kissed goodbye at the airport gate Sunday afternoon we
were more in love than ever.  She didn't have to ask me what school I was
going to attend the next fall.  Or who I was going to live with.  She knew.

   But she didn't now that there would be three of us living together...I
hadn't told Natalie before I left that I was going to sleep with her
mother. That our future was three people, not just the two of us.

   ***Saturday, September 30th --Third date with mom***

   We stayed home for our third 'date', mom having insisted that she'd BBQ
some steaks, that I shouldn't waste all my money when we could stay home. I
also knew she was eager to grill me on where I was getting my money.

   "So talk young man," mom ordered as we sat sipping our wine after we'd
finished eating.  It was almost ten but the tropical heat still lingered in
the night air.

   "Promise you won't get mad," I demanded as I stood and walked towards
the hot tub that sat at the edge of the patio, a tub situated so that it
was protected from prying neighborly eyes by a thick hedge.

   "Why?  What have you been up to Bobby?" mom asked suspiciously as she
stood.

   "C'mon, get your suit on...I'll tell you the whole story in the tub."

   "But," she started, then stopped when I pulled my t-shirt over my head
and then slipped my shorts down my legs, leaving me only in a pair of
boxers.

   "I could tell you some other time," I said casually as I stepped down
into the swirling water.

   "Don't you go anywhere," she ordered in her most authoritative voice,
"I'll be right back."

   And she was, carrying a couple of towels and dressed in a slinky black
bikini that accentuated every one of her curves.  She couldn't help but
notice that my wet boxers were lying in a heap at the edge of the patio.

   "Its dark ma, no one can see," I said when I saw her quizzical look. 
Except maybe you mom, I thought to myself.

   "Still, you shouldn't be naked in front of your mother," she answered
dubiously as she put the towels on the table and picked up her glass and
started towards the tub.  "Is your story going to make me mad Bobby?"

   "You better bring the bottle mom," I warned.

   "You remember how I was supposed to work at the club this summer," I
finally started after she'd lowered herself into the warm, swirling waters.
She sat directly across from me in the six foot diameter tub.

   "What do you mean supposed to?  You did work there...didn't you?"

   "Do you remember the night of my birthday?" I asked.

   "Your birthday?  What does that have to do with where you worked this
summer?" mom asked as she slid around the tub towards me, all her motherly
suspicions now raised.

   "It's sorta complicated mom," I said, a dubious tone in my voice.

   "We have all night young man," mom insisted.

   "But-"

   "No buts Bobby," mom ordered as she grabbed my arm as I started to slide
away from her.

   So, with yours truly sitting naked in a hot tub, with my penis (a soon
hard penis by the way) floating in the water, with my bikini clad mom
sitting so close to me that our bodies almost seemed connected from hip to
ankle, I started to tell mom the story of where I'd worked all summer and
how I'd got the job in the first place.

   "You went to a strip club on your eighteenth birthday?" mom demanded
when I'd told her how I and my two buddies had snuck into the club. 
"That's disgusting," she said when I told her I'd had a girl dance naked
for me.

   "She took you home to her apartment?" mom screeched when I told her the
next part of the story.  Then she really exploded when I explained who the
girl was and what happened.

   "A whore?  A Cuban whore?  Twenty how old?  Seducing my baby?  Is she
one of those illegal's?" mom spat out at the top of her voice.

   "Ma...the neighbors...they'll hear."

   "Fuck the neighbors," ma answered loudly, then swallowed her full glass
of wine in one gulp.  I was stunned.  I'd never heard mom swear in my life,
let alone use the 'F' word.

   I waited until she finally mumbled out an, "I'm sorry."

   "It's OK mom," I said as I put my arm around her shoulder.

   "It is not OK Robert, in fact it's very much not OK.  Now I wonder son
if you could tell your mother how your sleeping with a diseased, immigrant
prostitute has anything to do with where you worked this summer?"

   "Maybe we should discuss that tomorrow," I delayed.

   "ROBERT!"

   "No more shouting?"

   "Tell me," she ordered quietly but with steel in her voice.

   It was weird.  I was sitting naked in a hot tub, with my arm around mom,
and with a hard-on throbbing painfully against my stomach, and I was about
to tell my mother I'd been working as a male stripper for the last four
months.  I realized I wanted to tell her, wanted her to see my cock.

   It didn't go that well!

   The story took a while to tell.  It was interrupted numerous times by
angry comments and by demands for clarification.  Mom finished the bottle
of wine.

   I at last came to the end of the story, the final confession being that
since school started I had still been working Wednesday and Friday nights
at the club.

   "So, let me just see if I've got this straight," mom finally started,
her eyes boring into mine.  "My eighteen year old son, who I believed was
an honest, loving child, has for months been lying to his poor mother.  His
mother who's been working sixty and seventy hours every week so he won't
have to." Getting no immediate response from me she demanded, "Is that
right?"

   "Yes ma," I admitted.

   "Sleeping with foreign prostitutes?"

   "She wasn't exactly a prostitute ma."

   "And spending his nights in some dive taking his clothes off for a bunch
of sick, perverted women?"

   "Yes ma," I agreed, knowing there was no point in arguing.

   "Get out...go to bed."

   "What?"

   "Bobby if you don't immediately get out of my sight I may just drown
you."

   My, "But ma," was simply met by a stony glare and her arm pointing
towards the backdoor, a place she obviously expected me to disappear
through ASAP.

   In spite of my trying to cover myself with my hands, she couldn't miss
the hard-on I was sporting as I hopped out of the tub and scrambled towards
the door.  Her ominous words, "We will be talking about this again young
man," were directed at my back as I disappeared through the door.

   *****

   The next day, Sunday, was difficult for both of us.  We both stayed in
bed til almost noon, our plans to not see each other foiled by bad timing
when we both arrived in the kitchen at the same time.

   Mother made breakfast.  Silently.

   I told her about the money later in the afternoon.

   "How much," she demanded when I'd told her how much I'd made over four
months.

   "Over forty thou ma," I answered softly.

   "You gave some to Natalie didn't you?" Seeing my nod she went on, "And
she knew where it came from?"

   "She wasn't much happier than you...about my dancing I mean," I added.
"I had to convince her to take it.  I told her you wouldn't have to work so
hard...that maybe you'd finally get some rest...be able to go out..."

   "You used me as an excuse?  God Bobby, I want you to quit...no, I'm
ordering you to quit."

   "No...I won't," I refused as I stood and then left the room.

   We started in again at dinner.  "Why not?" she asked after she'd banged
down my plate in front of me.

   "It's not just the money...I mean sure that's the most important thing,"
I tried to explain.  "I like it," I finally admitted quietly.

   "You like dancing naked?" she asked incredulously.  "Why?"

   "I like performng...I like it when they look at me...touch me...I like
it that they want me..."

   "Its just sex!  That's not what I taught you...it's not love," she
cried.

   "It makes me feel like you felt the other night at the club...when you
were dancing...flaunting your body...showing them all your-"

   "I wasn't naked!  Men weren't touching me," she yelled back.

   "I was.  They all wanted to.  I wanted you, I love you!" I yelled, then
stormed away.

   *****

   "I know you do," mom said an hour later.  She was standing in the
doorway of my room.

   "How many men have you slept with anyway...since dad died I mean?" I
asked.  I could see the anger flash across her face, then a wry smile
appeared as she walked across the room and sat next to me on the bed.

   "I've maybe had sex ten times in nine years...with three men," she
finally admitted.

   "Do you like it?  I mean did you and dad-"

   "Yes, we loved it," she said as she put her arm around me.  "I miss him
so much honey," she added as we hugged.

   We rested in each others arms silently for a good ten minutes before mom
finally broke the silence by asking, "So, are you going to stop dancing?"

   I countered with, "Are you going to start having a little more of a sex
life?"

   As she wiped a tear from her cheek she answered, "Yes, I think I just
might.  Especially if I can get you out of the house once in a while."

   "Well, I'll be dancing some nights, maybe you could-"

   "Bobby," she warned.

   "Well, come and watch then.  Wednesday.  You can see what it's really
like."

   "I certainly have no plans to go to any club where men take off their
clothes," mom promised.

   I fell asleep imagining what it would be like to slide the stool between
mom's knees, to mount it naked, to let her see what her son had become...

   ***Wednesday, September 20th -- The 'Cock Pit' Club***

   She had disguised herself but there was no way I wouldn't recognize mom,
black wig and dark framed glasses notwithstanding.  She had slipped into
the club just after eleven-thirty and chosen a small table in the back up
against the wall.  She had arrived just in time to see me go up for my turn
on the stage.  I'd known she'd come.

   I pretended I didn't notice her as I went through my routine; instead I
concentrated on the screaming women who surrounded the stage.  But I was
surreptitiously watching every move she made as I danced around the
stage... as I slowly let my Batman costume cape fall off my shoulders and
fall to the stage...as I peeled the red, silk cock sheathe tantalizingly
down my penis while the women chanted, "ROBIN...  ROBIN...  ROBIN...,"
until my cock was swinging free in the humid, smoke filled air.

   When the second song of my set ended, after pulling on my immodest
penile covering, I descended the two steps from the stage to the club floor
where I was met by a throng of excited, giggling women, who as they stuffed
dollar bills under the elasticized cord, didn't hesitate touching my
muscular, sweat covered body.

   Anonymous hands and fingers that shamelessly ran over my groin and butt.
Married thirty year olds who fought to squeeze and caress my naked teenage
flesh.  I finally broke away and headed for the area where mom sat, but
stopped on my way and grabbed a dancing stool before continuing towards her
table.

   "Don't Bobby, go away," she hissed when I slipped the stool between her
knees, her eyes darting everywhere to check who was watching.

   "They'll call me to another table if I don't pretend I'm dancing for
you," I explained as I hopped up onto the stool and knelt in front of her.

   "I didn't know...didn't know they'd be so wild...crazy," mom stammered,
struggling to keep her eyes on mine and not letting them drift lower.

   "They're just having a girls night out...just having a little fun," I
said as I pulled the bills from my where the women had stuffed them.

   "Its disgusting...they shouldn't be allowed to touch you," mom said but
now her eyes were avidly following my fingers as they pushed aside the
thong and released a cascade of dollar bills.  "Is it like this every
night?" she asked.

   "Pretty much."

   "And that's why the girls were asking about you Robin at the wedding?"
she asked as she nodded her head at the letters that spelled
R...O...B...I...N the length of the material.

   "Un huh.  I told you that you might not want to meet him," I said with a
smile.  I could feel my cock starting to grow.

   "You and the girls making me think it was your girlfriend," she
complained.

   "They were more surprised than you ma.  When I took off my mask and let
them see my face I thought they were going to have heart attacks."

   "Does it ever get," mom started, then stopped.

   "What?"

   "Get hard...I mean erect...when you're dancing?" mom asked as her face
reddened.  I was already stretching, lengthening as she asked the question,
a process that only sped up at her words.

   "Not often...the boss doesn't like it.  I did when the girls were here
though."

   "The girls saw it?  Natalie?" she asked as she stared at my thickening
snake.

   "Yeah.  It was weird, I wanted them to see it," I answered as my cock
bobbed upward against my stomach, now fully erect.  "I want you to see it,"
I added, then moved even closer to her.

   "You're like your daddy," she finally said after seconds of silence.

   "Am I?"

   "Yes honey," she whispered, seemingly mesmerized by my penis which was
bobbing just inches from her stomach as I knelt on the stool between her
legs.

   "I love you mom," I whispered back as a drop of precum dripped from the
tip of my cock and fell stickily onto her hand which rested in her lap.

   She left a minute later, blushing as she nervously escaped, her final
words a stammered, "We'll talk later...not tonight...I don't...oh, you
can't keep doing..." Her last words drowned out by the relentless noise of
the club.

   She was lying on her back on the top of her sheets when I entered her
room just after two in the morning.  She was naked, her legs spread wide,
and even in the dim light I could easily see the pink opening of her sex
through the thin blond curls that did little to mask it.

   Though she didn't move and though she was trying to control her
breathing, I knew she was awake.  I watched her silently for minutes before
I finally tip-toed away but I heard a low moan escape from mom's lips as I
left.

   ****Loving****

   I woke before mom the next morning -- quickly showered and then filled
the bath tub with water and bubble bath.

   "What?" mom squealed when she came awake as I lifted her out of her bed
and started to carry her across the room.

   "BOBBY!!!!" my naked mother shrieked as I carried her into the bathroom
and stepped into the tub.

   "Don't," she tried to order as I lowered her slowly into the warm water.

   "You're terrible," she accused as she looked up at me standing above
her.

   "Am I?  I asked.

   "No honey," she finally whispered as she reached up and circled my
straining penis with her hands, pulling me down to join her in the soapy
water.

   "Oh mommy," I moaned as I slowly slid down to my knees and then kissed
my mother's lips.  It was the hungriest kiss I'd ever tasted, mother's
almost desperate need clear as her lips crashed against mine, as she pushed
and forced her wet tongue deep into my mouth.

   Her fingers were still clasping my penis tightly as our bodies came
together in a wet and soapy embrace that sent a flood of sudsy water
cascading over the side of the tub.  I grabbed her still firm bum in both
my hands, lifting her upwards as I spread her wider.  Her hand desperately
guided my penis until my bulbous cockhead was perfectly placed to split
her. I pushed upward as I forced her hips down over me.

   "Oh Gawd...Bobby...I've been waiting so long baby...soooo long honey,"
mom gasped as my penis slid smoothly inside of her tight but lubricated
channel.

   We were oblivious to our surroundings, the water, the bubbling suds, the
hard surface of the tub, as we coupled urgently.  Mom's cries of passion
echoed between the tiled walls as we both rushed towards orgasm, an orgasm
soon arrived at by both of us.  It had hardly taken a minute inside mom
before I was uncontrollably spurting my sperm into the woman who'd borne
me.

   But I knew I had no reason to apologize for my premature ejaculation,
knew her orgasm was unlike any she'd had in ten years.

   "Leave it in," she cried as our bodies separated.

   Laughing I drew her up with me as I stood, kissed her even as her hand
captured my still rock hard manhood.

   Guided back inside her I stood, holding her against me, then stepped out
of the bath tub and started to carry her towards her bed.  Her legs locked
around my back as her tongue slid in my ear.

   "It's beautiful," she whispered.  "Your cock...it's so beautiful."

   "You're the beauty," I insisted as I set her down on the bed on her back
with me on top of her.

   "Fuck me...fuck mommy...fill mommy up," she demanded as her nails
penetrated my back.

   I did, but this time I didn't hurry.  Slowly pushed my full, thick
length to the bottom of her depths, then slowly retreated, making her feel
every fat inch of my manhood.  "Nooooo," she moaned as my cockhead popped
out of her, leaving her empty.  Then took first one, then her other nipple
in my mouth and stretched them with my teeth.

   Then I slowly penetrated her again as my fingers found her pink,
clitoric erection.  Again and again I slowly filled her, accompanying each
slow thrust with kisses and caresses.  Finding her clitoris and rubbing it
with the lubricated head of my cock each time I pulled completely out of
her.

   "Please...please baby...leave it...faster...yes honey," mom demanded
when I started to thrust in hard, short, deep strokes.  Then I lifted her
legs onto my shoulders, opening her completely, as my cock started its
bucking ejaculation inside of her.

   Then she licked me from head to toe.  "Aren't you going to cook me
breakfast?" I teased as her tongue inched towards my erection.

   "Eat me," she ordered, then swung her hips so that her engorged, oozing
gash was above my mouth.  Then she slowly lowered her mouth over my
straining shaft, swallowing me as her fingers found my testicles....

   An hour later she was sitting impaled in my lap at the kitchen table,
naked, spooning the omelet she'd just cooked for me into my mouth while she
slowly raised and lowered herself on my cock.

   Then, replenished by the food, we got serious about the lovemaking.  For
like twenty-four hours straight.

   "You're bigger," mom groaned as I rode her doggy style on the living
room floor sometime in the afternoon.  I pulled her back into me by her
breasts each time I thrust my hips forward, grinding every inch of my thick
sex into her depths.  Her sounds muffled somewhat by the fact her mouth was
buried in the thick pile of the rug, she was squealing in pleasure when my
hose splashed out its thick load of cream...

   In the late afternoon, as a rain cloud poured down a teeming shower upon
us, we sat entwined in the hot tub, making love slowly as the sounds of
thunder roared in the distance...

   Later, as I lay on my back in our bed, mom spent an hour eating me. 
Licking me, sucking me, then stopping each time she sensed I was
close...then slowly starting again.  Then finally bringing me to orgasm,
she held her mouth open, welcoming the strand after strand that spurted
from my cockhead....

   "I love you, I want your baby inside me," were mom's last words to me
that night as we lay panting after one final coupling.

   "You're my wife now," I whispered.

   ******

   It was easy after that first day and night.  It had simply been so good
that neither of us even questioned what we were doing.  There was no moral
dilemma that faced us.  There was no chest beating or recriminations.  Any
hesitation mom had previously had was washed away by the lovemaking --
lovemaking she'd gone without for close to ten years.

   I moved into her room.  Within two weeks mom had changed her shift so
that she was working days, and although she still worked twelve hour
shifts, she only worked five days a week.  We spent our night's locked
together, making love with an intensity that almost scared me.

   I finally told mom about Natalie and I three weeks later.

   "Your sister?" she gasped, still panting from the bout of lovemaking
we'd just finished.

   "Yes."

   "Does she know...about me?"

   "No."

   "Maybe she won't want-"

   "We'll always be together...it was destined, fated...you're both my
wives now," I promised.

   "Put your baby inside me," mom demanded as she rolled on top of me.

   ****Thanksgiving with Natalie***

   Natalie knew three minutes after she'd walked in the front door on the
Wednesday night of the long Thanksgiving weekend.  She'd gotten a drive
home with one of her classmates who also lived in Tampa.

   She knew when I engulfed her in my arms like a lover seconds after she'd
arrived...as she felt my tongue hungrily slide between her lips her eyes
widened in surprise as they sought out mom...

   She knew when I lifted her in my arms and started to carry her up the
stairs to her bedroom...

   She knew when, as I was urgently stripping the clothes from her body,
she looked up and saw her mother standing in the doorway...watching
silently...

   She knew when I knelt between her naked legs as she lay open on the bed
and brought my throbbing penis to her already engorged and moist gate...

   Natalie knew when she cried out a needy groan of, "Ohhhh Bobbbby," as my
cock slid inside her...

   Knew when she saw her suddenly naked mother sit down on the bed next to
her and take her hand in hers as my penis pistoned inside her...

   "Mommmmmmmmyyyyyyy," she screamed as I completely filled my sister.

   She knew when, after I'd ejaculated my cum deep inside her, I pulled my
still hard penis from her and slowly inserted it into her mother...

   The next morning, all of us still sticky and sweaty from our night of
lovemaking, we started to make plans for the rest of our lives.

   THE END
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