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 Title: Rex and Jo


Summary: Fate and moms in the modern world. 


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,romance,hot,sex





   Rex

   CHAPTER 1

   My buddy Gary and I hurried into class.  English 302 - Greek Tragedies.
We were business majors at the University of Tennessee but we had to take
humanities electives and I liked to study the classics.  Gary only took the
class because he knew I'd help him study.  It was a small class with just
eleven English majors and us.

   The semester was nearly over and exams would start in a few days.

   I settled in my seat moments before Professor Pythia arrived.  She was
an ancient-looking woman but her mind was sharp as a tack.  She wrote on
the blackboard behind her, "Fate." She turned to me and said, "Mr Polybus."
The professor called all of us by our last name.  My full name is Rex
Polybus.  "Imagine you are in ancient Greece.  The oracle at Delphi tells
you that you will kill your father and marry your mother.  What do you do?"

   Of course I recognized the prophesy from Oedipus Rex.  To buy time while
I thought of an answer I said, "Well ...  Oedipus tried to flee from his
fate, and that didn't work." I paused and considered.  "I suppose, since I
don't believe in fate, I'd ignore the prophesy and go about my business."

   Professor Pythia's thin lips slowly turned up in a smirk.  "The oracle's
prophesies had a long record of accuracy.  A resident of ancient Greece
would not ignore her."

   Damn.  So much for the easy way out.  "Hmm.  In these Greek tragedies
fate can't be avoided, right?"

   "True," the professor answered and encouraged.  "Your fate cannot be
avoided."

   "But the prophesy says nothing about when the tragedy will happen?"

   "No, it doesn't."

   "Okay.  I'd continue with my life, doing as much good as I can until the
prophesy is fulfilled."

   The old professor actually smiled.  "A wise answer, Mr Polybus.  There
may be hope for you yet.  When you say 'doing good', do you mean good
deeds?"

   "I suppose."

   "What if one of the good deeds is the lever that the fates use to lead
you directly to fulfilling the prophesy?"

   I shrugged.  "It's fate.  There's nothing I can do about it, I'm
doomed."

   Her smile disappeared and she suddenly looked sad.  "Doomed?" The hair
on the back of my neck stood up.

   "If my fate is predetermined, I don't see that I have any options," I
answered.

   The professor stared into my eyes.  "What happened when Oedipus learned
that he'd killed his father and married his mother?"

   "Oedipus poked his eyes out and his mother hung herself."

   "Were they doomed to do that?  Did the prophesy say anything about the
rest of their lives?  Did they not have options?" she asked with a strange
urgency.

   I pondered for a moment.  "They could have accepted what happened and
moved on, either separately or together.  She didn't have to kill herself
and he didn't have to blind himself.  They didn't knowingly do anything
wrong and didn't deserve punishment."

   The smile returned to Professor Pythia's face.  "Excellent answer.  As I
said, there may be hope for you yet, Mr Polybus."

   CHAPTER 2

   After class, Gary and I went to Crossroads Cafe for lunch.  "That was
pretty intense with Professor Pythia and that fate stuff," Gary commented.

   "Yeah," I agreed.  "She's a strange old lady, but a good teacher."

   He was quiet for a moment, then asked, "Do you think there are a lot of
guys with that Oedipus complex?"

   "I doubt it," I replied.  "Although some of the moms at football games
are fucking hot."

   "Yeah.  A lot of MILFs." His chuckle seemed forced.  I wondered if he
felt self-conscious because his wife Amy was a lot older than him.

   Suddenly an argument erupted a few tables away from us.  "We ain't
getting no fucking divorce!" yelled a guy with long greasy black hair and
the ugliest god-damn face I think I'd ever seen.  I'm ugly myself but this
guy was brutal.  He looked like a troll.

   "Yes we are!" the woman with him answered just as loud.

   Smack!  The ugly guy viciously backhanded her across the face and she
fell off her chair to the floor.

   I was moving before the sound of the hit faded.  I pulled the greasy
fucker out of his seat with my left hand and slugged him with my right.  My
big fist hit his nose like a sledgehammer and blood splattered.  He tumbled
to the floor.  I stood over him and growled, "You want to hit somebody? 
Take a swing at me, asshole."

   The bastard didn't want any part of me.  He held his broken nose and
backed away.

   My size tended to have that effect on people.  I'm six feet four inches
tall and 240 pounds of solid muscle.  My face is intimidating too.  It
looks like a boxer who's been hit a thousand times.  I tend to scare women
and children ...  and men who make me angry.

   "This ain't none of your business," the stupid fucker tried to argue.

   "I made it my business when you hit a woman.  Now get out of here."

   He backed toward to the door.  "Come on, Jo," he commanded the woman he
had hit.

   "Fuck off, King.  I ain't going nowhere with you," she told him.

   He scowled and went outside.  After tossing a suitcase out of a van, he
squealed tires out of the parking lot, which I guess was supposed to
intimidate me.

   The woman and I walked outside to watch the van speed away.  "Thanks
kid," she told me.  She looked me up and down like a slab of beef, with a
gleam in her eyes.  "You scared the shit out of him."

   "Being big has advantages."

   I wondered what a babe like her was doing with the troglodyte I just
scared off.  She was tall, nearly six feet, and slim.  Her mascara was
heavy and red lipstick bright red like a slut's, but her face was as pretty
as an angel's.  High cheekbones, little nose and cute dimples.  Her long
brunette hair was a tousled mess.  I guessed she was about 30.  She looked
like a trailer-trash version of that model, Miranda Kerr.

   In spite of the cool spring weather, she wore only a cropped red tank
top and a tight black mini-skirt.  Her skimpy clothes showed off an amazing
snake tattoo.  The tail of the snake tattoo ended at her left ankle.  It
spiraled twice around her leg, continued up her side to her shoulder, then
spiraled three times around her left arm.  The head of the snake was drawn
on her wrist and the snake's tongue licked the back of her hand.

   Her boobs made nice bumps in the tank top and her butt was round and
perky.

   "Are you okay?" I inquired.  She had a hand over her mouth.

   "My lip hurts but I'll be fine," she assured me.

   "Is that your suitcase?" I asked.  She nodded so I fetched it from the
parking lot.  "You live around here?  I can give you a lift home."

   She shook her head, still watching me intently.  "I lived in the van my
asshole husband drove away in.  We're in a band."

   "Oh?  What band?"

   "King and the Serpents.  The asshole's name is Kingfisher Laius, but
everybody calls him King.  He sings and plays keyboard.  I'm Jocasta, the
asshole's soon to be ex-wife.  You can call me Jo.  I play guitar and sing
a little."

   I'd never heard of their band.  "Pleased to meet you, Jo.  I'm Rex
Polybus." I stuck my hand out and we shook.

   "Have we met before?" she asked.  "You seem real familiar."

   "I don't think so.  I'd remember that tattoo."

   She smiled and held out her left arm to give me a closer look at the
realistic snake tattoo.  "Do you like it?" she asked.

   "Yeah.  It's great.  Sexy," I replied.  Her smile broadened.  "Um ... 
what are you going to do now?"

   Jo shrugged and her eyes locked on mine.  "You're my knight in shining
armor, kid.  Got any suggestions?"

   Throwing caution to the wind, I suggested, "My apartment is three blocks
away.  Stay with me until you figure out what you want to do."

   Her nose flared and eyes dilated.  "You sure about that?  You ain't got
to take care of me, you know."

   "I'm sure it will be awful having a beautiful woman stay with me, but
I'm willing to make the sacrifice."

   "Okay then.  Lead the way, big guy."

   I grabbed her suitcase and she took my arm.

   "Rex, is everything okay?" I heard Gary call out.

   I'd forgotten all about him.  "Yeah, fine," I answered.  "See you
tomorrow."

   CHAPTER 3

   I looked back over my shoulder as we walked down the street.  "Will your
husband come back looking for you?" I asked.

   She shook her pretty head.  "King ain't the type to fight for anything.
When things don't go his way, he cuts and runs.  I'm sure he's already on
the highway to Atlanta."

   I thought he must be a true jackass to leave behind a woman like her,
but I didn't say it.

   I had a one-bedroom corner apartment in a new glass-and-steel apartment
tower close to the university campus.  We rode the elevator up to the
eighth floor.  "Nice place," Jo praised, admiring the floor-to-ceiling
windows. 

   "It's good to have rich, generous parents," I replied.

   She turned her attention from the view back to me to tease, "So you're
brave, tall, dark, handsome and rich?"

   I smiled.  "My parents are rich, not me, and I'm not close to being
handsome."

   "Says who?" She put her right hand on my chest and felt my hard pecs
through my t-shirt. 

   "Every girl I've ever met."

   "Stupid girls," she scoffed.  Her hand slid up and behind my neck.  Her
other hand joined it.  "This is where the knight in shining armor kisses
the damsel in distress," she hinted.

   I doubted this woman had ever been a damsel or in distress her whole
life, but if she had a fetish for ugly dudes, I was ready to play along!  I
counted my lucky stars, wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her.

   Her lips were soft against mine.  They parted and our breath mingled. 
Tongues darted out to touch.  We kissed and licked playfully for a few
minutes.

   My big hands rubbed her back and slid down the curve to grab her
terrific butt through her short skirt.  I loved that firm but pliant feel.
She wiggled in my grasp and purred, "Mmm," into my mouth.

   Her little boobs rubbed my chest and I praised, "You're a good kisser."

   "I was just thinking the same about you, kid." Her eyes were bright with
mischief and her face flushed with passion.  "Show me the bedroom."

   I praised God for slutty babes who like to get right down to business
and led her into the bedroom.  It had floor-to-ceiling windows and a big
soft bed.

   Jo pulled her tank top off over her head.  "Just so you know, I ain't
usually like this.  I ain't never been with no man but King."

   I doubted that, but asked, "So why me?"

   She unfastened her bra and tossed it aside.  "I don't know.  Maybe cause
I finally got away from my asshole husband.  Maybe cause you saved me from
a beating.  Maybe it's cause I feel like I already know you from
somewhere." Her skirt and panties fell to the floor and she kicked them
away. 

   Jo's body was a work of art, and I don't only mean the big snake tattoo
on her left side.  She was tall and sleek.  Her tits were smallish handfuls
but high and firm on her chest.  Her pink nipples were outsized and stood
up stiff.  A deep belly-button punctuated her narrow waist.  Her pussy was
bald and the cheeks of her ass were pert and round.  A large proportion of
her height was in long coltish legs.

   "What do you think?" she inquired.

   "Beautiful.  You're in great shape."

   "Thanks.  I work at it.  Now you.  Get those clothes off."

   I whipped off my shirt and Jo walked behind me.  She traced two fingers
along my shoulder and the back of my neck.  I shuddered with lust.

   I dropped my pants and underwear.  She stood in front of me and grasped
my half-hard prick with both hands.  My cock quickly sprang to steel-hard
stiffness.  Jo reverently stroked it and told me, "You got a big dick,
kid."

   "Bigger than your husband's?"

   "Uh huh.  Longer and a whole lot thicker.  I don't know if it will fit."
She gave it a hard squeeze as if trying to compress it.

   "Jesus, Jo!  Easy!  It fit in three other girls.  We just have to take
it slow."

   She let go and flopped on her back on my bed.  Her legs spread wide. 
"Let's try it, Rex.  Push that thing in me," she said eagerly.

   The mattress depressed under my weight as I climbed between her long
legs.  I pushed a finger in her pussy to test for readiness.  She was as
wet and warm as any I'd had.

   The head of my cock spread her lips.  I pushed in very slowly, watching
her expression for discomfort.  Her eyes grew big as she watched the first
couple of inches go in.

   "Fuck, that's thick," she groaned low and throaty. 

   Her tight little pussy parted as I inched in.  Her walls clung and
squeezed.  It was a good thing she was so wet.  I shoved a little harder.

   "Ugh," Jo grunted.  Her hips wriggled and her head rolled back.  "So
much dick."

   "It's half in," I encouraged her.

   Her head snapped up and her eyes bugged.  "Half?!  Fuck!  It ain't all
gonna fit!"

   I couldn't resist chuckling.  "Relax.  It will be okay.  Pussies stretch
to fit."

   "Well, don't break it," she told me and laughed.  "God, this is so
weird. How did I end up in bed with you?"

   "Do you want to stop?"

   "Nooo!  Fuck me you dummy."

   I withdrew and stabbed in hard.  A couple more inches buried in her.

   "Fuuuuuck!" She writhed and her head swayed side to side. 

   I steadily shoved in.  "Only a couple more inches," I told her.

   "It's making me crazy, Rex.  Gimme it all." Her hips bucked at me.

   One last big flex of my hips and finally it was all in.

   "Goddddd," Jo groaned and spread her legs as far as they would go.  "I'm
so fucking stuffed!" She squirmed to try to get comfortable.

   I held still.  "Are you okay?"

   She bit her lower lip and squirmed more.  Sweat beaded on her forehead.
"Yeah but ...  damn Rex ...  it's like being plugged into an electric
socket.  Tingling spreading out ...  oh fuck." Her whole body shivered. 
"Woooo, that feels good."

   I figured she was ready, so I slowly drew back.  Her hands scratched my
back and she gasped, "Ahhh." Then I shoved in hard.  "Oof!" she huffed.

   Her pussy gradually conformed to my size and each thrust was easier and
smoother.  I humped her with long steady strokes. 

   Jo hummed with satisfaction.  Her hips moved in time with mine.

   "Feel good?" I asked.

   "Oh yeah.  So fucking good." A dreamy smile spread across her lips. 
"Keep doing that.  It's perfect."

   I leaned down to kiss her and our lips locked joyfully.  She mewed like
a kitten and her hips became even more animated.  I kept long stroking her.

   Suddenly Jo gasped and her arms and legs snapped around my neck and
thighs.  "Oh shit!" she exclaimed as her body convulsed in orgasm. 

   Her arms and legs gripped so tight that my movement was constricted.  I
let my full weight press down on her slim body and slowly twisted my cock,
waiting for her to calm down.

   Jo took a deep breath.  "God damn, that was a good cum."

   My ego inflated.  "Glad I could help," I quipped.

   She gave me a long passionate kiss of thanks, then uncoiled her arms and
legs from around me.  "Fuck me, Rex," she urged.  "I want you to cum too."

   "Your wish is my command." I propped myself up on my arms and returned
to fucking her with long strokes, but this time they were faster and
harder.

   Her fingers clutched the bed sheet and she bent her legs to plant her
feet firmly.  Then she used her leverage to buck upwards to meet each of my
strokes.  I marveled at her strength and her activity in bed.  She was a
fucking dream!

   Faster and faster I banged away at her tight cunt and she kept tempo
right along with me.

   I felt my sap rising.  "Gonna cum!" I grunted.  My most fantastic orgasm
ever overwhelmed me.  I shoved my cock in hard and held it there while
every muscle in my groin forced out the cum.

   Jo keened, "Eeeee!" Her arms and legs wrapped back around me and her ass
wildly jerked.  Her head tossed and her her whole body shook with the
tremors of another orgasm. 

   My cock ran out of cum to pump and my hips relaxed.  I exhaled and
exclaimed, "Christ, Jo!"

   Her body was still trembling slightly and she continued to cling to me
with arms and legs as if her life depended on it.  Her eyes were unfocused
and vacant.  "R-r-rex," she muttered.  She was completely out of it.

   I rolled us over so she was on top and my weight wasn't on her.  My arms
held her tight.  I kissed her gently and waited for her to snap out of it.

   Slowly, gradually the trembles stopped and she relaxed.  Her lips became
more responsive to mine.  "What the hell was that?" she asked with wonder.

   "That was crazy."

   "I never cummed like that before," she confessed.  "Did I pass out?"

   "I don't think so, but you were pretty out of it."

   She wiggled her ass experimentally.  "How is that fucking log still hard
and buried in me?" she asked with disbelief. 

   "I don't know.  Surprises me too," I told her.

   "Well, let's do it again."

   I made a move to roll on top of her again, but she held me on my back.
"I want to do it like this," she said.  She raised up, nearly releasing my
rampant prick.

   We both intently watched as she lowered herself again, impaling her
tight pussy on my fat cock.

   "Oooo," she moaned.  "You're so fucking big."

   "The perfect size for you."

   "Yeah.  Fucking perfect," she agreed while bouncing herself down, inch
by inch.  She brushed the hair out of her face.

   I cupped her firm tits and rubbed my thumbs over her hard nipples. 

   "Pull them," she told me.  Her hips raised a few inches then pushed
fully down on my hard cock again. 

   I lightly pinched and tugged her long nipples.  She nodded.  "Harder." I
tugged with more force.

   She lifted up the full length of my cock and eased back down.  Her hips
worked into a rhythm, rocking up and down with long easy strokes. 

   A blissful expression formed on Jo's pretty face and her eyes glazed
over again.  She rode me like a horse for several minutes.  Having already
orgasmed, I was able to last a long time but eventually I felt the urge
building.

   I put my hands on her hips and urged her to pick up the tempo.  She took
the hint and rocked with more urgency.  Shorter, faster strokes pummeled
her clenching pussy.

   "I'm close, Jo.  Cum with me," I told her.  My strong arms got her to
move faster and faster.  "Cum.  Let it go.  Cum!"

   "Aaahaaahhaahh," she moaned.  I could tell she was on the precipice. 

   My hips jerked and I shot off again. 

   Jo's back arched and her head snapped back.  Her body tensed then quaked
with spasms.  Her mouth hung open but no sound came out.  Her orgasm didn't
last as long this time.  She gasped and all the tension left her.  She
slumped forward to rest on me.

   My cock finally softened and slipped out.  She whimpered.

   The dazed look left her eyes and she slid off to cuddle against my side.
One arm and one leg flung possessively over me.

   Her eyes closed and she fell asleep.  I listened to her soft breathing
for a few minutes until I drifted off too.

   CHAPTER 4

   When I woke, Jo's eyes were open and staring at me.  I wondered what
time it was and glanced at the clock.  7:09 pm.  We'd fucked and slept away
the afternoon.

   "Are you going to kick me out now, kid?" Jo asked.

   The question startled me.  "Hell no.  Why would I do that?"

   "Because you fucked me and I'm just a stranger."

   "And it was amazing.  I want to do it more.  You're not going anywhere."

   She sighed with relief.  "Thanks.  It was amazing for me too."

   "Seriously, you can stay as long as you want.  Even if you decide you
don't want to sleep with me," I reassured her.

   "That's not a problem," she laughed. 

   "Good."

   Our eyes were only a few inches apart and we comfortably stared into
them for a long moment.  "I wonder if we have anything in common other than
sex?" she said.

   "It will be fun finding out."

   "Uh huh," she agreed.  "How old are you?"

   "I'm 19," I told her.  "How about you?"

   She winced.  "36."

   She was older than she looked.  "I don't care about the age difference
if you don't," I replied.

   She shrugged.  "We'll see.  You're in college, right?"

   "I'm a sophomore at UT.  Business major."

   "I didn't finish high school."

   "But you played in a band.  That's impressive," I countered.  "Do you
have other talents?"

   She thought for a moment.  "I'm really really good at attracting
lesbians."

   My eyebrows shot up.  "Seriously?"

   "Like bees to honey.  I only been with two men, including you, but I
been with a whole bunch of women.  King liked to watch and girls are a lot
of fun," she explained.

   "Holy fuck," I exclaimed.  This woman was too good to be true.

   CHAPTER 5

   At six o'clock the next morning I woke.  Long, lean, beautiful Jo
sprawled on the bed by my side.  I was tempted to wake her for a fuck, but
I figured she needed sleep more than I needed sex.

   I showered and put on gym shorts, t-shirt and sneakers.  "Why are you up
so early, kid?" Jo groaned.  Clearly she did not approve.

   "I workout before my eight o'clock class," I explained.

   She pulled the sheet up over her head and muttered, "You're nuts."

   I tugged the sheet down and kissed her gently.  "I'll be back around
eleven thirty.  Let's go out for lunch."

   She grunted vaguely and rolled over.

   I stuffed clothes in my backpack to change into after my workout and
left.

   After a hard workout, I was feeling good on my way to my eight o'clock
class.  This marketing class was the last one I had to attend before exams.
My friend Gary was in it too.  "So, what happened with the snake tattoo
lady?" he immediately asked.

   I grinned.  "Her name is Jo and she's in my bed right now."

   "You are the man!" Gary cheered and we high-fived.  "You beat the crap
out of the husband and bedded the wife.  Not a bad day's work."

   "Surprised the shit out of me," I admitted.  "Hey, I'm taking her to
lunch at the Copper Kettle.  Why don't you and Amy meet us there?"

   "Okay.  Amy is always looking for reasons to get out of the apartment."

   "How's she holding up?" I inquired.  His wife Amy was a stay-at-home mom
taking care of their baby.

   "Pretty well.  Amy loves being a mom but she gets lonely sometimes."

   I texted Jo to let her know that Gary and Amy were coming to lunch with
us. 

   When I arrived home at eleven thirty, the sight of Jo made my eyes open
wide.  "Wow," I told her.  "You look hot."

   She had on a sheer gray sleeveless top, a black spandex mini-skirt, and
black cowboy boots.  Her black lace bra was visible through the top.  Her
long brunette hair was brushed to a shine and draped in waves over her
shoulders.  Her lipstick was a deep plum color and her eyeshadow was smokey
gray.

   She gave me her sultry smile and said, "Thanks, big guy."

   "You'll make eyes pop.  Girls don't dress like that in Knoxville."

   Jo looked down at herself.  "I always dress this way.  It's kind of
expected in a band."

   I was right.  Jo turned heads all along our walk to the restaurant and
Gary's eyes bugged when he saw her.  I made introductions.

   Gary's wife Amy was as stunning as Jo, but in a different way.  Amy was
a few inches shorter, platinum-blonde, and had a lot bigger breasts that
strained the top of her dress.

   The women hit it off right away, and Jo's sexy attire didn't faze Amy.
"How old is your baby?" Jo asked. 

   "Five months.  She's adorable but letting a babysitter take care of her
for a few hours is a welcome break for me.  You and Rex just met?"

   Jo nodded.  "Yesterday.  He rescued me from my idiot husband and is
letting me stay with him until I figure out what to do next.  How long have
you known Gary?"

   "All his life.  He grew up to be such a great guy I just had to have him
for myself," Amy giggled.  "I married him before college girls could get
their claws into him."

   "I'm relieved to meet someone who isn't a teenager," Jo admitted.  "You
look about my age."

   "I'm 34," Amy replied.

   "I'm 36."

   "It's about time you met a real woman, Rex," Amy said to me.  "Isn't she
a lot better than those teenage girls?"

   "Miles better.  No comparison," I concurred.

   The four of us had a great time together.  Jo told us about life on the
road in a small-time rock band.

   "What did you like most about being on the road?" Amy asked Jo.

   "Traveling around and seeing the country was great, but we never had
much money and had to make do.  Some things about that were fun though,
like rain showers.  Early on, just a few months after I ran away with King,
we were camping in a field somewhere outside of Atlanta.  It weren't a real
campground, just a place where broke people like us camped cause it was
free.  Probably illegal.  Anyway, there was no showers or nothing and after
a couple days I felt gritty and stinky.  It poured rain so I grabbed soap
and shampoo and went outside naked to wash.  The whole outdoors was my
shower.  I did that lots of times after that.  I love it even though rain
is usually pretty cold."

   "Did anyone ever see you?" Gary asked.

   "A couple times, but if they seemed dangerous I just went in the van. 
It was no problem."

   After lunch, Jo and I went home and continued to learn about each other
by asking lots of questions.

   "Are you from Tennessee?" Jo asked.

   "Yep.  A small town called Corinth," I answered.

   "Corinth?  I grew up in Thebes!" The two towns were close to each other,
about two hours from Knoxville.

   "Small world."

   "It's kinda spooky.  I still feel like I know you from somewhere.  Maybe
we ran into each other there."

   I shrugged.  "Maybe.  You still have family or friends there?"

   She shook her head.  "My family kicked me out a long ago, when I was 15
and they found me in bed with King.  I've never been back to Thebes.  No
reason to go."

   "15?  Wow.  That must have been hard."

   "Usually I tell people that King seduced me, but that ain't what
happened.  I was a bored girl in a small town and I wanted out.  It wasn't
hard getting him in bed or convincing him to take me with him.  I've always
been pretty enough to get my way."

   "So you were with King since you were 15?  What went wrong?"

   She shrugged.  "Up till recently being on the road was fun.  You know,
traveling, playing in bars, drinking and goofing off.  But I'm tired of it.
And King was always kind of an asshole and he got worse as he got older."

   "Is there a story behind the snake tattoo?" I inquired.  My finger
traced the design on her arm.

   "King said I was like the snake in the Adam and Eve story.  I tempted
him into sin.  It was a load of crap because he was born rotten.  But I
agreed to get the tattoo because I like the way it looks."

   "I like it too," I told her.  "It's wild."

   "Your girlfriends don't have tattoos?" she asked.

   "A: I don't have girlfriends," I informed her.  "And B: I don't know any
girls with great tats like that.  A few have little hearts or butterflies
or stuff."
She gave me her sultry smile.  "Do you think I'm a snake leading you

into temptation?"

   "Could be.  You are having your wicked way with me."

   Jo laughed, "Wicked my ass.  You're my knight in shining armor,
remember? Everything we do is pure as snow."

   Jo and I easily settled into life together.  Being with her seemed
completely natural.

   CHAPTER 6

   To celebrate the end of classes, Jo and I went to Preservation Pub to
see the Greek Chorus Band.  They were friends of Jo's.

   We arrived during their first set, but when they took a break the four
members of the all-girl band rushed over to see Jo.  They were dark-haired
and rough looking.

   The lead singer gave Jo a big hug and a long kiss on the lips. 
"Jocasta!" the butch woman exclaimed.  "It's been too long."

   "I know, Rocky.  Two years at least," Jo said.

   "What are you doing here?  You playing in town too?"

   Jo shook her head.  "I left King and the band.  I'm staying with Rex."
She took my hand.

   Rocky's eyes opened wide in surprise.  "I'll be damned.  You finally
wised up and dumped King." Then to me she said, "Congrats, Rex.  Jo's a
good woman." She gave me a fist bump.

   Jo and Rocky chatted for a couple minutes and I watched.  Jo was
completely comfortable in a world I hardly knew existed.  Not a bad thing
but it showed our differences.  I also wondered how many girlfriends Jo had
even though she was married.

   The band went back on stage and Jo led me to the dance floor.  She was a
good dancer, very sexy of course.  I'm not bad myself and I found it easy
to move with her.

   We left around one in the morning.  Just us.  For a while I wondered if
Jo was going to invite the band to come home with us, but it didn't happen.
I was partly relieved and partly disappointed.

   "So, you and Rocky," I said as we walked home.

   "Yeah," Jo replied with her sultry smile.  "For a few years we hooked up
whenever we were in the same town.  King got off on seeing me with women
and I liked it too.  Did you like it when she kissed me?"

   "Yeah, that was hot," I admitted.

   "Good.  I like putting on a show for you, Rex."

   CHAPTER 7

   Everyone at the university got serious about studying in the couple of
days before exams.

   The room that my English study group usually used was occupied, so I
invited them to my place.  There were just four of us: two girls, my friend
Gary, and me.  The girls were a redhead named Nanette who wasn't as sexy as
her name, and a gorgeous Hispanic girl named Natalia.

   I should have warned Jo that we were coming because she was watching TV
wearing just one of my white button-down shirts.  The big shirt fit her
like a loose dress, but it was a classically sexy look nonetheless.  It was
open four buttons down and it gaped to show plenty of skin between her
breasts.  She popped up off the sofa when she realized I brought guests. 

   I made introductions.  "Jo, this is Nanette and this is Natalia.  You
already know Gary."

   Jo towered over Nanette but was only an inch or two taller than Natalia.
"Pleased to meet y'all," she said to them, but her focus was on the
Hispanic girl.  The two beautiful women stared into each others eyes for a
moment, as if starstruck.  Jo muttered, "Damn you're sexy."

   Natalia blushed and swallowed.  "Um ...  thanks.  You're pretty too."

   Natalia was a smoky sensuous kind of hot with long dark hair and tanned
skin.  Like Jo, she was unusually tall and her leggings and t-shirt did
nothing to hide a curvy body.  A round ass perched beautifully at the top
of long shapely legs.  Her waist was narrow and stomach flat.  Her tits
were full C-cups with some heft to them.  Her plush cupid-bow lips invited
dreams of them wrapped around my cock.

   Jo snapped out of it and told us with a sultry smile, "I'll leave you to
your studying.  I'll be in the bedroom if you need me." She kissed me, then
said to the others, "Nice to see you again, Gary.  And I'm sure I'll see
you girls around." She gave Natalia a saucy wink.

   The Hispanic girl blushed deeper red as we all watched Jo saunter into
the bedroom.  The tails of the shirt swished and taunted us.

   "Oh.  My.  God," Nanette breathed.  "How did you catch her, Rex?"

   Implied in the question was that Jo was way out of my league, which was
correct.  She was sexy as hell and I had a brutish face.  "I have no idea,"
I admitted.

   "Natalia, your face is beet red," Gary teased her.

   Natalia looked dazed and couldn't pull her eyes away from the bedroom
door.

   "Do you want to go ...  um ...  talk to Jo, Natalia?" I asked the
blushing girl.

   She blinked three times and asked me, "She was just teasing, right? 
She's not really ..."

   "Jo is bisexual," I informed her.  I guessed that Jo's flirtations with
Natalia were partially for my benefit.  She liked to feed my girl-on-girl
fantasies.

   "Let's get to work," Gary suggested, rescuing Natalia from the awkward
conversation. 

   We covered a lot of ground by one o'clock in the morning.  "I'm beat,"
Gary announced and packed up his stuff.  "Do you girls want me to walk you
home?"

   "Thanks, Gary.  I'm tired too," Nanette accepted.

   Natalia said to me, "I'd like to cover the last two books."

   I nodded.  "Me too." 

   So gorgeous Natalia and I stayed up and reviewed the books until three
in the morning.  "I'm done," I finally gave in.  "I can't keep my eyes
open."

   "Me neither," she agreed.

   "I'll take you home if you want," I offered, "or you're welcome to crash
on the sofa."

   "Um ...  yeah.  I'm too tired to go anywhere.  I'll text my boyfriend
that I'm staying here."

   I brought her sheets, a blanket and a pillow then went to bed myself. 
Jo was asleep and I was too exhausted to consider waking her for sex.  I
was out like a light in minutes.

   I awoke at nine in the morning and the bed was empty.  Soft sounds came
from the living room.  I pulled on shorts and went to investigate.

   I silently crept into the living room and grinned.  Jo was on top of
Natalia on the sofa.  They were naked and sweaty.  Lips were locked in a
voracious kiss and fingers delved in each others cunts.

   The girls quietly moaned and writhed for a couple minutes while I spied
on them.  Jo was clearly the aggressor but Natalia responded eagerly to my
girlfriend's cues.  It was the hottest thing I ever watched.

   Jo broke their kiss and softly urged the girl beneath her, "Cum for me
again, honey.  I know you can do it.  One more." Jo's hand moved faster.

   I wondered how many times Natalia had already orgasmed and how long
they'd been going at it while I slept.  My cock stiffened and I dropped my
shorts to stroke it.

   Natalia moaned and gasped.  She cried out, "Jo!" and her body quivered
in orgasm.  Her head tossed, throwing out her long black hair.

   "Good girl," Jo praised.  "Ride it out.  That's a good girl."

   Natalia quieted and they shared a loving kiss.  They were so engrossed
in each other that they didn't notice me sit in the chair by the sofa.

   "That was beautiful," I said.

   "Shit!" Natalia yelped, startled by my presence. 

   "It's about time you woke up," Jo told me.  She rolled of the sofa and
straddled my lap, facing me on the chair.  We kissed.

   "I should go," Natalia said.

   "Stay, honey," Jo told her.  "I want you to watch." She was on her
knees, hovering over my steel-hard cock.  She grasped it and asked Natalia,
"Doesn't Rex have an amazing dick?"

   "It's so thick," the girl hesitantly stated.

   My older girlfriend settled her dripping wet pussy onto my cock, and
proceeded to wiggle and bounce her way down it.  With effort she gradually
took more and more of me.

   "Does it hurt?" our one-girl audience asked.

   Jo shook her head.  "It stretches me but feels awesome." She bottomed
out then rose up and stuffed it all back in again.  "How long were you
watching?" she inquired of me.

   "I saw you make her cum."

   Jo smirked.  "Then you missed the first three times.  She's a
firecracker."

   I looked over at Natalia.  God damn that girl's boobs were great.  A
perfectly shaped big pair with nice dark nipples.  She was biting her lower
lip and twiddling her clit.  Her attention was focused on my cock sliding
in and out of Jo's grasping pussy.

   The stimulation of Jo's tight cunt and my classmate watching us was too
much.  "I'm going to cum," I warned.

   "Me too," she gasped and rode me faster.

   My hips lifted off the seat and I bucked five big shots of spunk into
her.  Jo shuddered, making her little tits jiggle in the most erotic way.
Her eyes rolled up for a moment and she gasped for breath.

   I kissed her chest, neck and face as her tremors subsided.  She kissed
me and her tongue darted in my mouth.

   I was still hard, but instead of going for a second time, Jo lifted off
of me and returned to the sofa with Natalia.  "Did you like watching?" she
asked the girl.

   Natalia nodded and blushed.  "You two are ...  hot."

   Jo kissed her, then suggested, "Let's take this in the bedroom." She led
the eager girl by the hand and beckoned me to follow.

   Jo sat with her back against the padded headboard and spread her long
legs.  Her pussy was sloppy with my cum.  "Eat me, honey," she told
Natalia.

   When the girl hesitated, Jo grabbed her by the hair and forced her head
into her crotch.  "Lick," she demanded.

   Natalia whimpered but went to work.

   My cock was still hard and had sniffed out a new target.  Natalia was on
her knees and bent over to suck Jo's pussy.  My animal brain saw a naked
girl in doggy position and wanted some.  I rolled a condom on my prick.

   Natalia was fit but had a prodigious ass on her.  Wider and rounder than
Jo's.  It was a benefit of her Hispanic heritage, I guess.  Her wet cunt
winked at me between her legs.

   I climbed on the bed on my knees behind Natalia and put my hands on her
hips.  She tried to jerk away, but Jo had a firm hold on that dark hair. 
"Relax, honey," Jo told her.  "Rex wants to fuck you with his big dick.  Is
that okay?"

   Jo lifted Natalia's head so she could respond.  "I ...  I guess so," the
girl agreed.

   Jo pushed the girl's face back against her pussy.  "You're going to like
this."

   I guided my cock head to her nether lips.  She squirmed, then stilled,
accepting the inevitable.  Surprisingly, her pussy wasn't as tight as Jo's.
It was a snug fit but not gripping.  And she was as wet as could be.

   Five firm thrusts buried me to the root.  She huffed against Jo's pussy
in reply to each one.  I held it in and slowly twisted it to give her a
chance to get used to me.

   "Isn't it amazing?" Jo asked the girl. 

   Natalia only whined.

   "She has a talented tongue," Jo told me.  "This is her first time with a
woman but she knows just what to do."

   I leaned over Natalia's back and reached around to grab her big hanging
tits.  The soft mounds were perfect for handholds.  My hips humped her like
a dog.

   I pinched her nipples and kept up a steady hump, hump, hump of medium
strokes.  She rocked her ass in time with me, revealing her enthusiasm.

   Suddenly Natalia froze, shivered and squealed.  I very slowly moved my
cock to help extend her orgasm.  She didn't cum as hard as Jo, but the
shivers lasted for about a minute.

   "Such a good girl," Jo soothed Natalia and stroked her hair.  My
girlfriend looked up at me and said, "Again, Rex.  Long and slow this time.
Like you do me."

   I knelt upright again and returned my hands to Natalia's hips.  My cock
glided in and out with long easy strokes.  Her pussy was a good fit for
this.  Snug enough for stimulation but not tight enough to bring me off
early.  She slightly rocked on her knees to match my rhythm.

   Jo scooted under Natalia so they could kiss and talk while I fucked. 
"Isn't it the best dick?" Jo asked.

   "It's fantastic.  Now, I understand why you're with him," the girl
giggled.

   Jo kissed her.  "His dick is just a bonus.  I was attracted to him the
minute we met.  And he's the best guy.  You college girls are stupid for
ignoring him."

   "Yeah," Natalia agreed. 

   My ego was massaged by the girls' praise.  They silently kissed as I
steadily stroked that pussy for several minutes.

   "Are you getting close?" Jo asked Natalia.

   "Uh huh."

   Jo reached between the girl's legs and played with her stiff clit.  "Cum
for us, honey," Jo told her.  "Cum on Rex's fat dick."

   "Ooooo!" Natalia wailed and she toppled over the edge.  Her back arched
her whole body tensed.  "Oh ...  fucking ...  god!"

   I pummeled her grasping pussy with three hard rapid thrusts and popped.
My legs strained and my butt clenched.  Streams of cum filled my condom.

   I was lightheaded when I pulled out of her and tumbled on the mattress.
Natalia collapsed beside me and Jo on her other side.

   "So awesome," Natalia marveled.  She spotted a clock and yelped, "Shit!
I have to go!  Jake is going to be worried about me." She rushed into the
bathroom to shower.

   Jo cuddled against me.  "She's a naughty girl," she commented.  "She
didn't hesitate for a second when I kissed her awake this morning.  And she
wanted your dick even though she's living with a boyfriend."

   "She's almost as naughty as you," I replied.

   "You should thank me for seducing her for you."

   "Just for me?"

   She laughed.  "Okay, for both of us.  She's sexy as fuck."

   Naked Natalia bounced back into the room, fresh out of the shower.  She
quickly kissed Jo.  "Thank you for everything." Then she blushed and we
kissed for the first time.  "Good luck with exams, Rex," she softly told
me. "I really really liked doing it with you."

   We heard her scramble into her clothes in the living room and dash out
of my apartment.

   "She's a very hot girl," Jo stated.

   "Yeah," I agreed.

   "Is she a better fuck than me?"

   I shook my head.  "No.  She's good but I didn't feel any of the
electricity I feel with you."

   Jo grinned.  "Same with me.  She was fun but with you it's serious."

   CHAPTER 8

   I was sitting on the sofa with my iPad, studying.  Jo came in and laid
down with her head on my lap. 

   "I feel guilty," she said out of the blue.

   "Why?"

   "Living here with you is so much easier than being on the road and I
didn't do anything to deserve it.  I'm just mooching off of you."

   "You're not mooching," I assured her.  "You're my girlfriend.  You live
here."

   She made a face.  "How is that not mooching?  And since when am I your
girlfriend?"

   "Aren't you?"

   "I'm too old to be your girlfriend," she argued.

   "Age has nothing to do with it.  We live together and sleep together. 
That seems like a girlfriend to me, but you can call it whatever you want."

   Jo thought about it for a moment.  "I guess girlfriend is okay.  But
I've got to find a damn job so I can help pay for stuff around here." She
had been looking for a job for days with no luck.

   "What about your busking idea?" A busker is a musician who plays in
public for tips.  She was a pro so I figured she could make at least a
little money that way.

   She frowned.  "I've never played alone before."

   "I'm sure you'd do fine.  Give it a shot.  If you don't like it, don't
go back.  There are always two or three buskers on Market Square, so it
won't be like you're the only one."

   The next day I got home from an exam and Jo raced into my arms.  "I did
it!" she yelped.

   I hugged her and swung the excited woman around.  "Did what?"

   "I played my guitar and sang on Market Square and people gave me money!
$63!  That's not bad for three hours, right?  At first I felt all
self-conscious but after I got my first tip it was easier and I sang
louder. People stopped and listened," she enthused.  She was all smiles.

   "That's great.  I knew you could do it."

   "Five guys and two women flirted with me," she informed me with a smirk.

   "I'm not surprised, dressed like that." She was wearing skin-tight jeans
and a cropped t-shirt that exposed her flat belly.  I lifted the shirt off
over her head.  She was bra-less. 

   "None of them was nearly as hot as you," she assured me.

   "I'm not hot," I replied and continued to strip her by pulling down her
pants and panties.

   "You are to me." I lifted her onto the kitchen island.  "You're so damn
strong," she marveled at the ease with which I moved her.

   "Lay back," I told her, then stripped, grabbed her legs and put her
ankles on my shoulder.  I guided my cock to her opening and leaned forward
to nudge my way in.  Her cunt opened reluctantly.

   "Big dick big dick big dick," Jo muttered.  She tilted her pelvis to try
to take me easier.

   She was so sexy.  Everything about her spurred my lust and sent energy
directly to my cock.  Fucking her while standing gave me a feeling of power
and dominance.

   I leaned farther forward, pushing her legs with me and doubling her
over. My full weight bore on my thick cock and speared her pussy with one
long thrust.

   "Fuuuuuuck," she moaned.  Her long legs twitched on my shoulders.

   I gave her no time to adjust to me.  I pulled back then leaned in again,
jamming all the way in.

   I worked into a forceful rhythm.  Her tits jostled with every thrust and
her angelic face showed the strain of being taken hard.  Her hands grasped
the edges of the counter top.  Mine grabbed her hips and forced them to
move in time with me.

   "Rex," she gasped and her body shuddered.  Her head rolled back in
orgasmic delight.  Her legs closed and tried to crush my head. 

   In response I leaned my weight all the way forward.  Her legs bent back
to her own shoulders in a test of her flexibility. 

   My cock held fully in and twisted side to side as she rode out her
orgasm.

   "Shit, Rex," she finally moaned.  "You're hurting my legs."

   I eased up and took her legs off my shoulders and guided them around my
waist.  "Uhhh," she moaned as the strain came off her leg muscles.

   I changed tempo to fuck her with long, slow strokes.  I wanted to make
her cum again before I nutted.

   "Are you going to pick up guys when you play on the square?" I asked.

   "Fuck no," she instantly answered.  "You're my only man, Rex."

   "What about women?" I continued to fuck her.

   An orgasm rolled over her and her eyes lit up.  "Maybe.  Would you like
that?"

   "Damn, Jo," I groaned.  "You are a piece of work." I squirted deep
within her and enjoyed the euphoria of orgasm surging through my brain.

   CHAPTER 9

   One evening at dinner Jo watched me with a serious expression on her
pretty face.

   "Something wrong?" I asked.

   "I'm wondering how long you'll want to be with an old woman."

   "You're not old."

   "You know what I mean," she told me.

   "Stop worrying about it.  We're great together," I pointed out.

   "Yeah, but why?  We aren't alike."

   I didn't like this whole conversation.  "Well, if it's not working for
you, you can leave anytime, Jo."

   "Don't get all insulted.  I'm just thinkin' out loud."

   "Whatever." I went back to eating.

   "For Christ's sake," she muttered and crawled under the table.  She
unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.  Even though I was annoyed with
her my prick sprang to life under her touch.  She licked the length of my
shaft.  "You got no reason to be mad at me," she said from beneath the
table. 

   "Sorry," I apologized.  It was hard to be mad at a woman who was playing
with my dick.  "It sounded like you're looking for a reason to bail."

   "I'm not.  I was just wondering," she told me then sucked my cock into
her mouth.  Her head bobbed and her tongue caressed the bottom of my dick.

   "Mmmm," I moaned in bliss.  "You are one hot fucking woman."

   Her mouth popped off me again.  "So we're okay?"

   "Yeah.  Of course."

   She shoved my chair back and crawled from under the table and onto my
lap.  She reached under her skirt and wiggled out of her panties, then
speared her tight wet pussy on my rigid cock.  She inhaled audibly and
closed her eyes as she took me.  "I really really like you, Rex," she
whispered in my ear.  "Probably more than I ever liked King.  But it's
scary cause you're so young, so cut me a little slack, okay?"

   "I will," I promised.  I was thrilled to hear how much she liked me,
because I was falling for her hard.

   CHAPTER 10

   My mom called and made it clear that I was expected to go home for a
visit when exams were over. 

   Jo was reluctant to meet my parents, anticipating that it would be
awkward because of her age and background.  "They won't want me in their
house," she told me.

   "That's not true.  They're rich but not snobs," I assured her.  My
parents are both doctors and do very well.  "Come on.  It's only for two
nights, and they have a pool."

   That got her attention.  "An in-ground pool?"

   "Of course.  Do you like pools?"

   She nodded.  "We used to sneak into motel pools on the road.  I love to
swim and lay out in the sun."

   "I'll buy you a new bikini if you'll go with me."

   "You got a deal."

   Jo shopped for a new bikini for the trip.  I concentrated on passing my
exams.

   Exams are pure hell.  You cram non-stop leading up the exam, regurgitate
all you know to answer the questions, then repeat for the next exam.

   I got minimal sleep all week and thanked God when my last exam was over
on Thursday.  Relief and euphoria flooded me.  I walked on air back to my
apartment, fell into bed, and slept.

   Jo woke me when she arrived home from busking on Market Square.  "How
did it go?" she asked.  "Are you done?"

   "Done," I affirmed.

   "Finally," she enthused and kissed me.  "I'm glad it's over.  You were a
pain in the ass to live with all week, kid."

   "Sorry," I apologized and kissed her again.

   CHAPTER 11

   My summer break arrived.

   The morning of our trip to visit my parents, Jo put on slashed skinny
jeans and a black t-shirt.

   "I see you're making a real effort to look good when you meet my
parents," I sarcastically commented.

   She shrugged.  "They aren't going to like me anyway." That was the end
of the discussion.

   As a reward for going with me to my parents, I let Jo drive.  She loved
my Porsche 911 and we blasted along the hilly highway in record time.

   She parked on the circular drive in front of my parents' home and
exclaimed, "That is a fucking beautiful house."

   The modern glass-and-steel home was cantilevered over the side of a hill
outside of the town of Corinth.  It overlooked a picturesque valley and a
small creek.

   "Home sweet home," I said.

   "How rich are your parents?"

   I shrugged.  "I don't know.  They're both surgeons.  They make a lot of
money and dad has a knack for investments."

   We went inside and I called out, "I'm home!"

   My parents hustled out to greet us. 

   My mother was 48 and my dad 52.  I didn't look anything like Dad.  Mark
Polybus was shorter, thinner and had lighter hair than me.  He was also
reasonably handsome and I was pretty damn ugly.

   My mom, Marie Polybus, was a good-looking woman and my friends call her
a MILF.  She was five and half feet tall and had a toned body.  Her big
tits were her most prominent feature and they stretched her t-shirt.

   Mom gave me a hug, then I introduced the newcomer.  "Mom and Dad, meet
Jo."

   Mom smiled warmly and gave Jo a hug.  "Pleased to meet you," she greeted
my girlfriend.  "Rex never brought a girl home before.  It's so exciting."

   "Mom," I groaned.

   Dad gave Jo a quick hug.  "Welcome," he told her with a genuine smile.
"Any friend of Rex' is a friend of ours."

   Jo was relieved by the warm welcome.  "Thanks, I'm happy to be here. 
Rex, you didn't tell me your mom was so beautiful."

   Mom blushed and replied, "I don't hold a candle to you, dear."

   The women locked arms like old friends and walked into the house
chattering a mile a minute.

   Dad and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows.

   "They hit it off well," I said.

   "Thank your lucky stars, Rex," he informed me.

   I nodded.  The alternative would be gruesome.  We grabbed the overnight
bags and joined the ladies in the living room.

   "We're so blessed to have Rex," Mom told Jo.  "I'm not able to get
pregnant but adopting him was the best decision we ever made." 

   "The best," Dad agreed.  "We love being parents."

   "He's a lucky boy," Jo said and squeezed my hand.

   We talked, had dinner, watched a movie, and generally had a good time
with each other.  It all made me feel very adult.

   CHAPTER 12

   That night in bed Jo said, "To me your parents are heroes for adopting.
I had a baby when I was 17 and gave him up for adoption.  I always hoped he
found a good home."

   I stared at her and had a very uneasy feeling.  I did the math in my
head and it added up.  "You gave a boy up for adoption?"

   "Yeah."

   "19 years ago?"

   "Yeah," she answered.  Her face clouded over as the pieces fell into
place.  "No way.  You can't be my baby."

   "What day did you give birth?  And where?" I asked, incredulous.

   "August 12 at the hospital in Thebes."

   I grimaced and sat down hard on the bed.  "Fuck!" I groaned.  "That's my
birthday and where I was born.  You're my mom."

   Jo's eyes bugged.  "No fucking way!  No god damn fucking way!" Then she
unexpectedly giggled and hugged me.  "That is so hot!"

   "Hot?  It's fucked up," I argued.

   She pushed me so I was on my back and climbed on top.  "In my head you
stayed the tiny baby I gave away," she told me.  Her hands roamed over my
broad chest.  "I never dreamed of you as a big strong man with a big dick."

   "Don't, Jo.  We can't."

   "Oh, bullshit," she scoffed.  "We've already done it a hundred times."

   "But that was before we knew."

   "So what?  The damage is done.  Did you ever wonder about me?" she
asked.

   "Of course, but I sure as hell never suspected you were a hot piece of
ass." 

   She laughed.  "Now we know why we felt a connection when we met.  What
were the odds of us meeting in that restaurant?"

   "A billion to one," I guessed.  "It had to be fate."

   She nodded and leaned down to kiss me.

   Our lips touched but I jerked away.  "Don't!  We can't."

   "Why not?  It's a miracle we found each other.  I ain't giving you up
now." Her hands stroked my abs.

   "Stop it," I objected.

   "You stop being stupid," she insisted.  "I won't let you ruin a good
thing."

   Suddenly all of my childhood insecurities and anger resurfaced.  She
gave me away!  She didn't want me!  I rolled her over and pinned her arms
to the bed.  "You bitch," I growled.  "You selfish fucking bitch."

   My cock was suddenly steel-hard so I shoved it in.  Jo gasped, "Yes! 
Fuck me baby!"

   I slammed her pussy over and over.  "Ugh, ugh, ugh," Jo grunted.

   "Why did you give me up?" I demanded.  "Why?!"

   "I was too young to be tied down by a crying baby," she confessed, "and
King didn't want you either."

   My mother's lack of remorse infuriated me and I continued to fuck her
hard.  "I can't believe that slimy fucker is my father.  I should have beat
him to death when I had the chance."

   "You're better than him.  In every way."

   "I should have let him hit you."

   Jo rocked her hips, loving the hard fucking.  "You don't mean that.  You
love me."

   With a roar of anger and frustration I came and painted my birth
mother's womb with my spunk.  "God damn it, Jo.  God damn it," I growled.

   She came too.  She quivered and clawed at my back in ecstasy.

   I tried to pull out but she clung to me with arms and legs.  "That was
so fucking good," she moaned.  "Sex is even better now that we know."

   I was strong enough to easily break away from her grasp, but I didn't.
"You're a crazy bitch," I grumbled.

   "And you love it.  Come on, Rex.  Admit that you want me; now more than
ever."

   My cock was beyond hard and still sheathed to the hilt in her hot, wet
cunt.  I flexed my hips and felt the thrill of her walls clench in
response. "I want to chain you to my bed and fuck some sense into that
stupid head of yours," I seethed.

   Jo grinned.  "You can if you want.  I'll do anything for you baby.  I'm
a shitty mom but the best damn lover you'll ever have."

   I flashed back to Professor Pythia questioning me about fate and
Oedipus. Fate could lead us into situations, but it was up to us to decide
what to do next.  I drew back and began to fuck again, slowly this time.

   "Make love to Mommy," she whispered in my ear.

   "Shut up," I grunted.

   She kissed me and our loins kept up the sensuous slow fuck.  Surge in.
Draw out, dragging the head across her g-spot.  Repeat.

   "Mmm," she purred.  "We have so much time to make up for," she softly
said.

   "Are you going to leave me again?"

   "No.  Never."

   "Yeah, right," I cynically responded.  I believed not a word.

   We continued our slow fuck.  Jo took my head in her hands and stared in
my eyes.  "I am really happy that you've had a good life and grew up to be
a great guy," she sincerely told me.  Then she hesitantly asked, "Are you
going to make me move out?" 

   I was balls deep in the bitch.  How could I even consider sending her
away, no matter who she was?  "No.  I want you to stay."

   Jo exhaled in relief and her sultry smile returned.  She writhed in time
with my thrusts and whispered, "It's so fucking amazing now that I know how
wrong it is."

   I didn't tell her I agreed but she could see it on my face.  Thinking of
her as my mom ramped up the electricity between us one hundred percent.

   CHAPTER 13

   I woke to find Jo staring at me, as she often does.  Light peeked around
the window blinds and lit her tousled hair from behind.  She looked every
inch the wayward angel. 

   "Morning," she softly said.  "I heard noises downstairs and I can smell
coffee.  Your parents are up."

   All of the emotions from learning that she was my mother welled up in
me. Anger, shame and frustration.  I wasn't over it by a long shot.  I
wanted to lash out.

   She leaned in for a kiss, but I grabbed her and rolled her onto her
stomach.  I stuffed a pillow under her hips to elevate them a little, then
positioned my cock head at her cunt lips.  I jerked my hips and speared
into her as hard as I could.

   "Uff!" Jo grunted.  "What the fuck, Rex?" she whined.

   "Shut up," I ordered.  Even after the screwing I gave her the night
before, her resilient pussy was tight and clinging.  My third hard thrust
buried me to the hilt.

   I rested my full weight on her back and grabbed her shoulders.  Then
with every muscle in my body I worked to fuck her as hard as I could.  I
really got into it.  I rocked in and out so vigorously that the the bed
headboard slapped the wall on each stroke.  Whack!  Whack!  Whack!

   It was a hell of a workout for my core, let me tell you.  I had never
been that physical with a girl before. 

   I wasn't trying to please the bitch, but she must have liked it because
after just a minute or two she wailed, "Babyyyy!" Her body shook in the
unmistakeable signs of her orgasm.

   That set me off.  I drove in and held there to pump cum deep in my
mother's cunt.  Her hot, wet, tight, grasping, silky cunt.  Damn.

   When I was done I rolled off onto my back.

   Jo rolled onto her back and looked at me.  "Was that punishment for
being a shitty mom?"

   "Yeah."

   She nodded.  "When can we do it again?"

   I couldn't resist chuckling.  "You bitch."

   She laughed with me and traced a finger across the bumps of my abs. 
"Let's shower, baby.  I want some of that coffee I smell."

   I reached for her pussy in the shower, but she blocked me.  "Nope.  It's
sore, buster.  That's your penalty for being so rough."

   "Sorry," I belatedly apologized.

   "Don't worry about it.  You didn't hurt me, and I know this is hard shit
to deal with."

   I hadn't even considered her feelings.  "Are you okay?" I asked.

   She nodded and her face lit up.  "The more I think about it, the more I
like it.  After all these years, I'm with my baby boy.  I mean, really with
you and spending all this time and stuff.  It's like having a family in a
totally fucked up way."

   The shower sprayed over us like warm rain.  The water ran down her
curves and I was sure I'd never seen anything as beautiful.  I thought
about what she said.  Family.  We were family.  "I'm glad I finally found
you," I truthfully told her.

   "Do you mean it?" 

   "Yeah."

   Jo threw her arms around my neck and kissed me all over my face.  "You
make me so happy, baby."

   "Keep that up and I'll drag you back to bed, sore pussy or no," I
warned. She released me and we finished washing each other.

   "Good morning, sleepyheads," Mom greeted us when we walked into the
kitchen.

   "Morning," Jo purred and gave Mom a hug.

   I poured coffee for both of us.  I got a bowl of cereal and Jo found
yogurt in the refrigerator.

   We joined my parents at the kitchen table.  Dad was reading on his
tablet computer.  He looked up and joked, "Something must be wrong with
your bed.  It's really noisy."

   I blushed but Jo laughed.  "That's Rex' fault.  I think he broke it. 
The boy is insatiable."

   "Jo!" Mom gasped.

   "You look pretty strong too, Mark," Jo said to my dad.  "Do you and
Marie break beds too?"

   "Maybe a couple in our younger days," Dad played along.

   "That's enough of that," Mom told them.  "What do you want to do today?
It's going to be hot.  Want to use the pool?"

   "Sounds good to me," I answered.

   "Me too," Jo agreed.  "Let's get the summer started."

   CHAPTER 14

   I laid on a lounge chair and absorbed the rays of the sun.  Jo did
likewise on the chair next to me.  She wore a little red bikini.

   I watched her and thought, this is my mother?  The sexy, slim tart in a
bikini?  Really?  My mind just wouldn't wrap around it. 

   Marie Polybus had always been Mom to me.  I looked over at her.  The
48-year-old woman was good-looking in her own right.  Her big tits filled
her bikini top to overflowing, but it was still impossible for me to think
of her in a sexual way.  I guess that was a good thing.

   Mom stretched like a cat and groaned.  "God, I'm so stiff," she
complained.

   "How come?" Jo inquired.

   "Too many hours working," Mom explained.  "I'm on my feet all day and it
makes me ache all over."

   "I have just the thing for that," Jo exclaimed.  She grabbed a bottle of
sun tan oil and walked over to Mom's lounge chair.  "Flip over.  I'll give
you a massage."

   "She gives great massages," I confirmed for Mom.

   Mom rolled over onto her stomach.  Jo climbed on the lounge chair and
knelt straddling Mom's waist.  She untied Mom's bikini top to get the strap
out of the way, then drizzled sun tan oil all over her back.

   Jo's hands started the massage at Mom's shoulders.  It began lightly
then pressed harder.  "Mmmm, that feels good," Mom purred.

   Dad and I both watched the women with avid interest.  Jo glanced at us
and smiled but didn't say anything.

   Her oily hands slowly worked down Mom's back, rubbing and kneading.  Mom
occasionally made little grunts and moans.

   "You're in great shape, Marie," Jo complimented.

   "Thanks.  I try," Mom responded, sounding very relaxed.

   Jo's hands slid down onto Mom's sides and squeezed the sides of Mom's
big tits.

   "Hey!" Mom yelped.

   "I'm just being thorough," Jo coyly explained.

   Mom turned her head to look up at the woman massaging her.  She grinned
and said, "You are pure trouble, Jo."

   Jo grinned back.  "That's what everyone says." Her hands slid back to
Mom's sides.

   Mom gasped and squirmed but didn't try to stop it.  "Trouble," she
muttered.

   Jo relented and moved her hands to Mom's lower back.  She worked out the
tension there for a while then scooted down to straddle Mom's legs.  Her
hands grasped Mom's round ass cheeks and Mom laughed, "I don't think you
need to massage there."

   "Butts need loving too," Jo replied and pressed down hard.

   "Jesus," Mom groaned and squirmed again.

   Jo's hands spent a few minutes working their way down Mom's shapely
legs, then rubbed Mom's feet.  Mom appeared to be a completely relaxed
puddle of goo by the time the massage was finished. 

   Jo retied Mom's bikini top and turned to me and Dad.  "Show's over,
boys," she told us with a smirk.

   "Marie, did that feel as good as it looked?" Dad asked.

   "Uh huh," Mom drowsily agreed. 

   "I agree with Mom," I said to Jo as she settled back on her own lounge
chair.  "You're trouble."

   "And you love it."

   Dad went over to Mom and whispered something in her ear.  She looked up
at him with a sparkle in her eyes.  "Now?" she asked.

   In answer, Dad took her hand and helped her stand.  Without a word to us
they hurried into the house.

   Jo watched them go and whispered to me, "Your mom is about to get a good
fucking."

   "Yeah, looks that way," I agreed.

   Jo sighed, "I'm jealous."

   "Jealous of what?  I give you 'good fuckings' all the time."

   "Not that!  I'm jealous that she got to be your mom."

   "You gave me away."

   "I know.  I did a stupid thing.  Does that mean I can't be jealous?" Jo
asked. 

   "I guess not, but it worked out better this way.  Mom is great at being
a mom," I told her.

   She pouted.  "What am I good at?"

   "Being a sexy bitch."

   Jo laughed.  "You're right!"

   From inside the house came Mom's squeal, "Eee!" And then laughter from
both Mom and Dad.

   I blushed and said, "I guess your massage really inspired them."

   "They ain't the only ones.  Excited me too," admitted Jo.

   "Yeah?"

   "Hell, yeah.  Marie is a sexy woman.  If she wasn't your mom, I'd be the
one inside with her right now." She pushed me onto my back and yanked off
my swim trunks.

   "Jesus, Jo," I objected.  "We can't do it out here."

   "Why not?  Marie and Mark are busy and there ain't nobody else around."
She untied her bikini bottom and tossed it aside.  Both of her hands
grabbed my prick and it swelled quickly.  She gave it a few quick licks and
sucks and it was hard as steel.

   She straddled me and wriggled the fat head of my cock into her tight
pussy.  "I love when your monster first pops in me," Jo told me.  Then she
gave me her sly smile and said, "Fuck me like Mark is fucking Marie."

   She really knew how to push my buttons.  I grabbed her hips and forced
her down the full length of my staff in one go.  "Ah!" she gasped.

   My powerful arms lifted her back up.  The lips of her little cunt clung
and dragged out as she rose.  The sun shined hot on her tall slim body
towering over me.  I jammed her back down, fully impaling her.  "Ah!" she
gasped again.

   We worked into a vigorous rhythm of bouncing her up and down on me. 
Sweat glistened on her skin.  She pinched and pulled her own nipples.

   It didn't take long to topple Jo over the peak.  Her eyes closed and her
movements became a frenzy, then she tensed and shivered all over.  I slowly
raised and lowered her, dragging out her orgasm.  "God," she groaned and
collapsed in a satisfied heap on top of me.

   We became still and silent.  I heard faint moans from inside the house.

   "You ever listen to them fuck before?" Jo asked.

   "I never spied on them, but a few times I heard things and knew what was
happening.  I think they have an active sex life."

   She grinned.  "We do too."

   "You can say that again."

   "Are you going to be able to cum?" she asked.  Her pussy squeezed my big
cock, which was still hard and in her.

   "I don't know.  It may be too soon." She'd already drained my balls that
morning.

   She sat up and began to slowly rock on my my cock.  It was like a silky
wet warm caress.  "That feel good?"

   "You know it does." I put my hands on her hips.  "But if you want me to
cum you have to move faster."

   Jo smirked.  "Maybe I don't want you to cum.  Maybe I want to keep you
hard and fucking me until Marie sees us.  Has she ever seen your big dick
all hard and slick with pussy juice?"

   "Christ, Jo!" I groaned and looked around but saw no sign of my parents
yet.

   She giggled like a little girl and picked up the pace, bouncing on me
like a pogo-stick.  "She might be watching from a window right now," she
taunted.

   I moaned and thrust my hips up at her, desperate now to cum. 

   Jo's long hair tossed and she dripped sweat onto me.  "Cum, baby!" she
urged.  "Show her what you can do!"

   That did it.  My back arched and I lifted Jo two feet in the air. 
"Fuuuuck," I groaned as my balls clenched and shot a small load.

   I slumped, exhausted.  My cock shrank and pulled out of Jo.  She put on
her bikini bottom and helped me back into my swim trunks.  Then she cuddled
with me on the chaise lounge.

   A couple minutes later I heard Mom say, "Y'all look tired." She was
standing a few feet away.

   "I done wore him out," Jo answered.

   "Mark is worn out too.  He's taking a nap."

   "Men just ain't got no stamina," Jo replied and they both laughed.  "I'm
kind of feeling energized myself."

   "Want to take a walk down to the creek?" Mom asked her.  "It's pretty
this time of year."

   "Sure," Jo agreed.  She gave me a quick kiss.  "Rest up, honey."

   I nodded sleepily and watched the two bikini-clad women walk away.  The
sound of their flip-flops gradually receded into the distance.

   I wondered what Jo would get up to alone with Mom.  And that made me
nervous.

   What was this effect Jo had on other women?  Just like she told me, they
responded to her like bees to honey.

   I laid there for several minutes, listening to birds chirp and bugs
buzz. I had an urge to go find them, but I also thought that maybe it was
better if I didn't.  Things can't be unseen.

   So I stayed there and waited.

   They were gone for maybe a half-hour.  It seemed like forever.  They
walked back to me hand-in-hand and grinning broadly.  Mom blushed when I
caught her eye, so I guessed something happened.

   "How was your walk?" I innocently inquired.

   "Fun," Jo answered.  She let go of Mom's hand and flopped on the lounge
next to mine.  "Now I'm tired too."

   I decided not to ask what that meant.  Mom sat on the other side of Jo
and we all chatted about the wildflowers they saw and many other innocent
topics.

   Dad eventually joined us and we all splashed around in the pool.  It was
a fine way to spend a hot day.

   CHAPTER 15

   Before dinner, Jo and I retreated to my room to shower and get
dressed. 

   She's so damn sexy in the shower.  The warm water rolls down her tight
curves.  "I kissed Marie," she announced apropos of nothing as she washed
me with a soapy cloth.

   "Jesus, Jo," I moaned.  I wasn't sure I wanted to hear this.

   "She's a good kisser.  Real soft lips.  And those big boobs are real
soft too, with big brown nipples.  They felt heavy in my hands." She
watched my reaction and gripped my cock.  "I got my fingers in her bikini
bottom too.  She was wet from fucking Mark.  I made her cum.  Did you hear
her?"

   "No," I replied, relieved that I didn't. 

   "She's real noisy."

   "Jo, I don't want you to do anything else with Mom."

   She pouted.  "Why not?  I can tell you think it's sexy." My cock was
hard in her hand.

   "It's just too weird.  Don't, okay?  Promise me."

   "I won't, I promise," she quickly responded with a worried look.  "I'm
sorry.  I didn't mean to make you mad."

   I sighed.  "I know.  How do you get all these women anyway?"

   Jo shrugged.  "I don't know.  Girls have always liked me.  Are we okay,
baby?"

   "Yeah.  We're okay.  Just don't do it again."

   "I won't," she assured me.

   We finished our shower and dressed.

   Dinner was remarkably normal.  Dad grilled steaks.  We drank a lot of
wine.  We talked like normal people who aren't in twisted sexual
relationships.

   We watched a movie, and when it ended Dad yawned, "I'm bushed.  Too much
sun and fun for me today.  I'm off to bed."

   "Me too," I agreed.  I could hardly keep my eyes open.  "Coming, Jo?"

   "You go ahead.  I'll help your mom clean up," she told me.

   I gave her a look but headed for my room.  I waited for a minute then
snuck back down the hall to peek into the living room. 

   The two women were in an embrace and kissing.  Their hands rubbed each
others back.  Jo broke the kiss and sighed, "Rex doesn't want me to fool
around with you anymore."

   "You told him?" Mom asked.

   Jo nodded.  "Didn't you tell Mark?"

   "I did." Mom grinned.  "It made him so excited."

   "Rex too, but he says it's too weird.  I don't want to make him mad."

   "Me neither," Mom agreed.  "It's disappointing though.  I really like
you, Jo."

   "I really like you too.  We can still be friends, right?"

   "Of course."

   They shared one last long kiss and parted.  "We better get to bed.  Rex
will wonder what we're doing," Jo told her.

   I backed down the hall to my room and Jo arrived moments later.  "Did
you watch?" she inquired.

   "Yeah."

   "Sorry about the kisses."

   "That's okay.  Thanks for not doing more."

   CHAPTER 16

   We left after breakfast.  Mom and Dad went outside with us to see us
off. I hugged them both goodbye.

   Jo hugged Dad, then gave Mom a big hug and a quick kiss.  "We'll visit
again, soon," Jo promised.

   Mom nodded and blushed when she looked at me.  "Have a nice summer,
Rex," she called out as we slid into my car.

   I drove for a bit and Jo said, "Okay, I admit she's great and I really
am happy that you had a good childhood and all ...  but I'm still jealous
that she's your mom and not me.  I want you all to myself."

   My hand stroked her leg through her jeans, and my fingers bumped against
her pussy.  She spread her legs wider.  "You do have me to yourself ... 
Mom."

   Jo inhaled sharply and froze.  "Say it again," she pleaded.

   I gently squeezed her pussy through her jeans and repeated, "Mom."

   She quivered with delight.  "Will you call me that when we're alone?"

   "Yeah, but only if you're not jealous of my other Mom."

   She grabbed my free hand with both of hers.  "Deal," she agreed.  She
thought for a long moment then asked, "If I'd always been your mom, do you
think we'd of fucked anyway?"

   "I doubt it."

   "I don't know," she countered.  "I'm a kinky girl and you're exactly the
kind of big brute of a guy I like.  I might've tried to seduce you when you
got old enough.  You think you could've resisted?" She guided my index
finger into her mouth and sucked on it.

   "Hell no, I couldn't resist," I admitted.  I pulled my hand from her
grasp and returned it to the steering wheel.  "When we get home, I'm going
to fuck you silly, Mom."

   "I know, baby boy.  I know."


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