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 Title: Tag You're it


Summary: A simple childhood game turns into much more.


Keyword: inc,fic



   It was a stupid, stupid, and dumbass thing to do.  But I did it anyway.
And I spent the better part of the rest of the night telling myself just
that.  I mean come morning, there was no way I was going to be able to
explain it, surely she'd know....  figure it out.  And then, there'd be
hell to pay.

   Not like we both hadn't been paying it already.

   My father had left two years prior.  He'd gotten a fairly substantial
promotion, and with that an enormous pay increase, a brand new office to go
along with the title, not to mention a sweet sexy administrative assistant
they're now called, to wait on him hand and foot...oh, and in his case, add
cock to that list of duties too.  Don't get me wrong, he'd worked long and
hard for that, but once he'd reached his new glorified status, for whatever
reason, mom was no longer worthy of his new suddenly sexy self.

   It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he was banging the new
assistant, nor did he deny it (somewhat to his credit either) after mom
confronted him about it.  But...it didn't end either, though their marriage
soon after did.

   The divorce wasn't all that messy.  Mom got a reasonable amount of money
from him to live on, though she also had a fairly decent job herself.  At
least one in which for a time she could lose herself in, which she did. 
And, she was still able to provide reasonably well for the two of us as I
finished out my final year of high school before deciding which university
it was I wanted to attend.  The one thing I'd already decided was to take
off the summer, relax, see the sights, enjoy myself and have a little fun
before knuckling down and hitting the books again.  Something my mother was
delighted to hear, as I'd be staying with her for a while yet, before
moving out and living on campus as was my intent.

   I guess it was the thought of her being really alone that began to get
to her.  And though she hid it for the most part well enough, there were
times I could hear her crying in her bedroom late at night.  That was
followed with her having a bit more wine in the evening that I'd seen her
normally consume, and as I was later to learn, with her taking sleeping
pills on top of that.

   After the divorce, friends and coworkers tried to fix her up with dates.
She went on two in the beginning, each one a total disaster.  Needless to
say, she wasn't too enthusiastic about going out or meeting anyone else
again after that.  And not that mom wasn't attractive, she most certainly
was.  She was only then thirty-nine, not even forty yet.  Dad was ten years
her senior, and now, here he was messing around with a woman half his age,
barely older than I was at eighteen.  But like I said, I thought mom was
attractive looking, and she was my own fucking mother for hells sakes!  She
was in reasonably nice shape, sure...she didn't have the body of a twenty
something year old anymore, but I'd seen the looks she was given whenever
we went out to do any shopping, or on a handful of times, actually enjoying
an evening out together over dinner.  She got looks, and I looked at her
appraising her myself whenever she did, though at the time I didn't realize
I was looking at her the way that I was.  Nor did I realize I was now
starting to feel a tiny bit jealous of it when guys did.  It was neither a
thought nor an emotion I had ever had to consider before, so when I first
had them, I had no idea what they were...or why I was even having them to
be perfectly honest about it.

   Everyone talks about how they've stumbled into their parents dressing,
or rather undressing by accident.  Maybe I did when I was younger, but the
truth was, if I had, I didn't honestly recall or remember it.  Obviously,
that memory or image wasn't one important enough for my recall files to be
locked away for future perusal.  But that all changed after I began to look
at my mother in a different light, especially when I came home one night
quite unexpectedly.

   I worked a part time job, not that I really needed the money.  Mom saw
to it that I had whatever I needed, if and when I really needed it.  The
job was for nothing more than some self spending money (mainly for dates)
though I had just recently broken up with my own long-time girlfriend over
what else?  Sex.  We'd been dating for almost the entire time in high
school and hadn't done diddlysquat.  Now that we'd graduated, I figured
we'd move forward a little faster than we had, a few hand jobs here and
there, and some heavy petting was evidently as far as it was going to go in
the foreseeable future.  When I informed Penny I was going to eventually be
attending a university a slight distance away, her dreams of marriage,
raising an immediate family came to a screeching halt.  And with that, so
did the amount of intimacy we'd been having up until then.  Saving herself
for marriage (as she put it) wasn't in my immediate future, and with that,
the relationship simply came to an end.

   Needless to say, I was climbing a few walls myself, so the friction at
home wasn't exactly conducive to making things any easier on mother either.
I had gone into work as planned, but upon arriving, was asked by another
friend of mine who I worked with if I was willing to trade him the night
off as he had a major date planned for Friday.  Since I didn't, nor would
have anytime soon, I agreed to trade him, and thus found myself having the
night off unexpectedly, going in to work for him the following night
instead.

   I wasn't at all surprised to see mom's car in the driveway of course
when I got home, though I also knew she wasn't expecting me to be there
when she did.  Which meant that no doubt she wouldn't be worried about
fixing dinner, and had no doubt already snacked on something, along with
several glasses of wine by now.  Often whenever she did that, as she'd been
doing, she'd drink just enough wine to get herself a bit tipsy, though
sleepier, and crawl up into bed considerably earlier than usual if I wasn't
going to be around.

   I didn't exactly make a whole lot of noise when I came in, but I didn't
take my shoes off or try and walk around quietly either.  There was no
noise coming from the TV, so I knew she'd most likely already gone upstairs
to bed, even though it wasn't 8:00 in the evening yet by the time I had
gotten home.

   Her bedroom was at the opposite end of the hallway from mine, which I
would have to pass by at the top of the landing.  I figured to stop, check
in on her, and then go and change clothes and get into something comfy for
the night.  After that, I'd fix a sandwich, pop myself down in front of the
TV, and with luck, if she was indeed sleeping, switch over to an adult
station, watch some soft porn, stroke myself off a nice one, and head on up
to bed myself afterwards.

   As I reached the top of the stairs I noticed two things.  One, there was
still light coming from underneath the door in her bedroom, which meant she
was very likely still up.  It was possible she was reading, as she loved a
good book, but it had been a hell of a long time since she had.  Two, the
door wasn't entirely closed.  It didn't stand wide open, but it had a good
six inch gap in it, which immediately told me that she very likely was
sitting there reading, sort of listening for any sounds coming downstairs.
And though I had told her I had to work, it was just as likely possible she
either didn't remember that, or had forgotten, and was perhaps expecting to
hear me come home soon.  Either way, I figured to peek in on her before
heading down the hall to my own room.  With luck, she'd be asleep already,
and I'd simply close her door and proceed on with my own plans.  If she
wasn't, well...then I'd have to play things by ear and see how the rest of
the evening went.  With luck, I'd eventually still get that stroke off in
one way or the other.

   Normally I would have just barged right in, especially as her door was
partially open, and told her I was home.  And as I prepared to do just
that, I suddenly checked up, hearing something strangely unfamiliar, but at
the same time, all too familiar as I stood there thinking about it.

   A few months back I had walked in on my mom and a friend of hers,
Sharon, as they sat at the kitchen table over coffee.  This was during the
time when she, along with a few others was either trying to set mom up with
someone, or at the very least get her out of the house.  The weird thing
was the looks on their faces when I unexpectedly walked into the kitchen,
not to mention the sudden mad dash to stash away whatever it was my mother
had been holding in her hand at the time.  I hadn't seen anything, but it
was obvious to me whatever it was, it had embarrassed the two of them
tremendously.  They both sat there red faced, looking guilty as hell,
something I wasn't used to seeing my mother look like, or Sharon for that
matter.  Sharon was by all accounts rather wild in her own right, I'd
overheard enough conversations which had convinced me of that, so seeing
the two of them pretending to be doing something other than what they had
been, I found quite amusing.

   Pretending I hadn't seen or suspected a thing, I soon grabbed some
cookies and milk and headed off to watch TV.  Later that night after she'd
reluctantly gone out on one of her two disastrous dates, I did what any
bored curious kid would do.  I went through her things.  And it's not like
she had some secret hidden away wall panel, or even a safe to lock things
in.  She didn't.  For some oddball reason, women tend to think they can
hide things in their panty drawer, like that is some sort of natural ward
against kids rummaging through things.  As though we'll all freak out at
seeing our moms bras and panties and such.  Truth was, I knew whatever it
was she was trying to conceal from me earlier would no doubt be hidden away
beneath all that silk and lace, which it was.

   Now, we all know (even if we really don't think about it) that our moms
and dads have sex.  Usually, most kids would rather NOT think about it to
be perfectly honest.  I know in the beginning, I thought pretty much the
same thing myself.  But this took things in an entirely new direction. 
Curious, I rummaged through her "unmentionables" as she called them, and
soon after discovered what it was that she and her girlfriend had initially
been laughing about, and after my walking in on them...trying to hide.

   I had turned it on, curious, hearing the somewhat faint buzzing of the
vibrating toy as I held it in my hand, surprised that she had one, the
image now indelibly burned inside my head of my own mother using it on
herself.

   It was that very same sound I now heard as I stood there just outside
her bedroom door.

   I knew now what it was she must be doing.  Perhaps it would have been
more prudent for me to quietly walk down the hallway to my own room and not
disturb her.  The problem was, I was again curious, if not actually
aroused. And as they say about the cat, I figured I had a few lives to give
up yet, so approached the door quiet as a mouse in order to peer inside. 
Little did I know I'd soon be giving up one of those remaining lives.

   I found myself standing at the door, likewise holding my breath as I
slowly inched my way forward as though she could hear me if I didn't.  The
light from the bedside nightstand the only light, which was on, but it was
enough to clearly see by.  Mom, lying on her back, eyes closed, one hand
cupping one of her magnificent breasts, which I now saw for the first time
really, though my attention was quickly drawn to her other hand.  Though I
had an idea what to expect as I peeked in, I was still surprised, if not
outright shocked by what I was looking at.  The same vibrator I had once
found was now buried deeply inside my own mother's cunt.  I heard her moan,
taking a moment to glance up towards her face, glad to see her eyes were
still closed.  I stood there watching her as she playfully teased her
hardened nipples with her fingertips.  Mom held one of them between two
fingers, pulling on it, stretching it upwards, and pinching it firmly as
she did.  Simultaneously, she continued to slide the vibrating toy in and
out of herself, sometimes allowing it to simply glide over her obviously
wet slit, tickling her extended clit before shoving it deeply back inside
that wet glistening furrow.

   I felt my cock throb, realizing only then how hard I was.  Reaching
down, I undid the top button on my jeans, my hand slithering down inside
the waistband of my shorts.  The hardness of my prick was a bit of a
surprise, more so because it had become so while I stood there watching my
own beautiful mother lying on the bed pleasuring herself.  Her breasts
though somewhat flattened against her chest, where nevertheless erotically
displayed.  Her dark swollen nipples very much apparent as she took turns
playing with them, the erotic sounds of her moans combined with the
slickness of her obviously wet cunt were easily heard as I continued to
stand there in the doorway quietly fondling myself.

   Which is about the time my cell phone rang.

   The moment I heard it I stepped back away from the door.  One hand down
the front of my jeans, the other reaching back to fish out my cell from my
back pocket.  And of course the sound of my mother's voice, nervously
asking..."Daniel?"

   I wanted to die.  But by the sound of my mother's voice coming from the
bedroom, I thought maybe she wanted to do the same thing too.  Having no
other alternative, and knowing I couldn't just sit there, I pulled out my
shirt covering as best as I could my obvious erection, especially as there
was no time to button up my jeans.  Cell phone in hand, I was looking at it
as I entered, trying to act as nonchalant and as casual as I could, as
though I had just then been passing by my mother's bedroom.  I clicked the
phone shut, looked up and smiled.  Mom was obviously still naked, and had
only had enough time to grab one of her very large oversized pillows
placing that over herself as I entered.

   "I didn't know you were going to be home," she said obviously
embarrassed.

   "Yeah, me neither," I said, trying to sound like I had just arrived, and
that I had no idea what she'd been doing in here when I entered.  "Just got
home seconds ago," I lied, seeing the look of relief on her face, though
she likewise glanced at my now wrinkled shirt, shirttails hanging out which
wasn't at all how I normally wore them.  "Gonna grab something to eat,
watch a movie and then hit the sack," I told her.  "Need me to get you
anything?"

   "Ah no...thanks, in fact, I'll probably get up myself here, tried to
sleep, but can't.  Ok if I watch a movie with you?" she asked.

   "So much for my stroke off," I thought.  "Sure...want me to fix you a
sandwich too?"

   "No thanks, I've already eaten.  But I wouldn't mind another glass of
wine," she said holding up her empty glass to me.  "Fill one for yourself
while you're at it."

   Mom was obviously flushed in the face, and I knew it wasn't from the
wine.  The pillow she held against herself did little if anything to hide
the fact that she was totally naked beneath it, and even something as
simple as that made her look even more sexy to me than when I'd seen her
fully naked, pleasuring herself.

   "Ok mom," I said taking the empty wine glass.  I quickly headed back
downstairs, thankful to have dodged a bullet, though even then I wondered
if in fact I really had.  Her look had made me wonder as though she were
about to say something, ask me something else, but then had thought better
of it.  By the time I had made myself something to snack on, poured two
more glasses of wine and returned to the family room, she was there waiting
for me.  She had thrown on one of her comfortable terry cloth robes,
something I was used to seeing her in, and had settled down on the couch. I
handed her, her wine, and then took a seat in the chair kitty-corner across
from where she sat.  "Anything in particular you'd like to watch?" I asked.

   One thing I didn't want to do was to have to sit through some sort of
chick-flick.  If that's what she decided to pick, I'd have no other choice
however but to do so.  I couldn't very well get up and leave her sitting
there watching it alone when she'd made some obvious effort to want to
spend time with me.

   "Actually..." she began nervously.  "I'm sort of in the mood for
something a bit more adult, perhaps even on the naughty side," she then
added, to which I had nearly choked on my wine after sipping it.

   "What do you mean...exactly?" I said looking at her, not a hundred
percent sure she had actually meant what I'd just heard, though that made
her laugh nervously when looking at me.

   "You heard me, something sexy, naughty.  I know you enjoy watching those
adult channels, so maybe we can find something not too uncomfortable to
watch together on one of those."

   I didn't answer, though I started to flip through a few available
programs off the adult channel.  The problem with that was, even the names
of the available movies were highly suggestive.  I felt myself growing red
in the face as we sat there browsing through some of the listings.

   "There!  That one," she said.  I read it, surprised that the title had
intrigued her, which was bad enough.

   "Lonely mother finds comfort in the arms of a younger man."

   "You sure mom?  These might not be exactly hard core, but they are
pretty explicit."

   "Make you feel uncomfortable to watch something like that with your own
mother?" she asked.  Her speech sounded a bit slurred as she spoke.  I half
hoped another glass or two of wine, and perhaps she'd grow too sleepy to
continue watching the program, and perhaps go on up to bed.  Though just
the thought of that was an instant reminder to me of what I'd watched her
doing earlier when she was.

   "Well no...not exactly, it's just that I'm surprised you might find
something like that interesting enough to want to see it," I told her.

   "Well then?"

   I pushed the accept/play for that particular movie, and then sat back in
my seat taking a mouthful of my wine emptying the glass.

   "Oh good...pour us another before it starts," mom indicated once again
holding up her empty glass.

   I stood, but as I did I felt the press of my erection against my jeans,
turning quickly in order to face away from her, and then all but ran into
the kitchen, taking my dirty dishes and the two empty glasses of wine with
me.

   "Why don't you just bring us back another bottle while you're in there!"
mom called into me.

   I was glad for the time to reposition my now somewhat awkward hard cock
within my pants, opened a fresh bottle of wine, and re-emerged a few
minutes later.  The movie was already playing, and whatever preliminaries
had occurred already I had missed.  An older woman was already being
propositioned by a much younger looking man who had come in to sit next to
her at a very darkened theatre where she sat towards the back all by
herself.

   "No woman in her right mind would go into some sort of seedy movie
theatre all by herself like that," mom commented.

   I couldn't have agreed with her more, but that wasn't the point of the
movie, and told her so.  "Maybe we should find something else to watch," I
suggested.

   "No, no...this is fine!" She laughed.  "And I know that it's not very
realistic, I'm not quite that naïve," she giggled, once again telling me
she was already feeling the effects of the wine.  "I just find it a bit
amusing is all."

   We sat watching it together, in silence.  Especially when the younger
man eventually reached over and began massaging her breast.  Within
moments, he'd managed to undo the buttons on her blouse, his hand suddenly
worming itself inside where he began to fondle her.  By the look on her
face, she was enjoying it.  Awkwardly, I glanced over towards mom,
pretending to take a drink as I did so.  To my surprise, she had leaned
over slightly trying to face away from me as she sat there on the couch,
but it was evident that one of her own hands had disappeared into the
opening of her robe.

   "God!  Is she actually touching herself?" I wondered.

   We continued to watch, and I continued to get harder and harder, I had
finished my third glass of wine, now feeling it a little myself, reaching
for the bottle to pour another.  Seeing this, mom quickly drained her own
glass, holding it out to me.  As she did, she removed her hand from inside
her robe, and not too carefully either as it parted considerably,
especially as she then leaned forward.  "Here, fill me up again too!" she
asked.  As I poured, I could see her right breast entirely, it had all but
fallen out of her robe.  Even when she sat back, the front of her bathrobe
remained partially open, the fullness of that same breast now openly
exposed and just sitting there, though her nipple had just barely secreted
itself back behind the material of her terry cloth robe.

   By this time the young man was running his hand up and down her
partially exposed leg, inching ever forward and higher until it had
eventually disappeared beneath her somewhat short skirt and remained there.
By the expression on the woman's face, it was obvious as to what he was now
doing to her even if you couldn't see it.

   "I bet you've done that a time or two haven't you Daniel?" she asked,
her speech once again sounding a bit slurred along with her giggle as she
said that.

   "Mom!" I said feigning shock at her comment.

   "Oh come on Daniel, I'm your mother, you can tell me.  I bet you have,
haven't you?"

   "Not in a long...long time," I finally admitted.  "Not since Penny and I
broke up, that's for sure!"

   "So, you're telling me your not seeing anyone, or doing anything?" she
asked, her speech sounding even more slurred than it had.

   "Didn't say I'm not doing anything..." I said boldly, wondering as I
said it what kind of response I might get from that.  Once again mom
laughed, even more nervously, her face growing red as she thought about
that, though I wondered if it was from the wine or embarrassment, though
most likely both.

   "Know what you mean," she said.  "Me too."

   We again sat in silence watching the movie, I was glad that it wasn't
anything really hard core as they didn't show anything too explicit, though
we both watched as the woman now reached over, unzipping the young man's
pants, her hand quickly finding its way inside where it suggestively showed
she was jerking him off.

   "Maybe you'd better help me upstairs to bed after all," mom said
struggling up to her feet as she said it.  She wobbled precariously as
though about to fall over.  I jumped up, just reaching her before she did.
But as I did, the front of her robe came entirely open, she was naked
beneath it but didn't react to the fact that she was, nor that I could
obviously see her.  "Guess I had a bit too much to drink," she told me
apologetically, though she didn't make any effort whatsoever in closing her
robe back together as I began to guide her shakily back up the stairs to
her room.

   It took a great deal of effort in getting her up there.  Twice I had
nearly lost her, once having to all but lift her and carry her up, my arm
coming into direct contact with her bare breasts as I did so, but somehow I
managed it.  I finally did pick her up, carrying her down the short
corridor off the landing into her bedroom, and then placed her gently down
onto the bed.  I wasn't sure what else to do, and nearly turned leaving her
the way that she was, half in and half out of her robe, and not yet under
the covers.

   "Help me Daniel," she said somewhat feebly, and then lay there
struggling to get out of her bathrobe, even though I'm sure she knew I
would see her naked if I did.  But the fact she had asked spurred me into
action.  I managed to get one arm out of the robe, basically exposing her
completely.  It was inadvertent, and unavoidable contact as my hand grazed
one of her breasts, reaching over to try and wrestle out the other arm, she
even giggled when I did that, making it more difficult as though fighting
me rather than helping me.

   "Tag, you're it," she said in a very slurred sounding speech, her eyes
closed, and suddenly appearing to have passed out after having said that. I
just stood there looking down at her totally nude form, the words a
reminder of so long ago now.

   As a child we had played a very innocent game together, and even then
only on the weekends.  It had become a challenge for the two of us, if I
could approach and touch her without her catching me before I did, I would
then say "Tag you're it." Having accomplished that small feat, I was then
granted something simple, like an extra cookie before dinner, or an extra
half hour of TV before bedtime.  If mom was able to do the same thing to
me, then it usually meant I had to straighten up my room, or take out the
garbage, which was normally dad's job.  Things like that.  And the only
other rule was, we each only got one shot at it during the day, Saturday or
Sunday.  If we failed, either one of us, then we had to wait until the next
day before trying it again.

   Her comment had seemed strange to me hearing her say it.  It had been a
long time, a very, very long time since we'd last played that particular
game.  She was for whatever reason remembering that, though why she had,
and what she'd meant by it before passing out remained a mystery to me.

   I should have simply stepped out of her room and gone back to mine.  But
there she was, naked and beautiful lying right there in front of me. 
Though my erection of earlier had dwindled considerably, it now came back
with a vengeance.  A combination of the movie perhaps, quick tantalizing
peeks at my mother, the suggestive, almost flirtatious conversation we had
shared, suddenly had me rigidly hard once again.  Mom lay quietly unmoving,
her breath was easy, steady and calm, by the looks of it, she had indeed
passed out, and was now sound asleep.  And now, here I was, horny as hell
and my own mothers delicious nude body laying there staring up at me.  Like
I said, I shouldn't have, whatever possessed me at the moment defied all
reason, all logic, all morality.  But even then I didn't see it as being
all that wrong.  All I was doing was looking.  I certainly wasn't touching,
no matter how tempted I might be.  All I was doing was looking...and
remembering.  Remembering the way she had looked as I spied on her through
the open door.  The way her hands had caressed and played with her breasts,
those same magnificent breasts I was staring at now.  And like then, just
as they were now, so hard, so firm and erect.  "Was she aroused?" Probably
not I considered.  Though the room certainly wasn't cold, just being naked
and uncovered the way she was, was no doubt responsible for that.  Still...

   "Fuck!" I said aloud, looking at her as I'd said it, but there was no
recognition, no stirring in her lovely nude form.  I took my cock out and
began to slowly stroke it, ever the much aware of the slightest movement,
but there was none aside from her calm breathing as I watched her chest
rise and fall, her breasts so full, so lovely as she lay there.  Tempted
yes, I wanted to reach over, finger one.  "Did I dare?" I stood there
asking myself.  "What if she woke, saw me standing there, dick in hand
hovering over her?"

   I decided she was too far gone to wake up to that.  Wrong as it was
perhaps, I was myself too fucking horny not to.  "Just a touch," I told
myself.  "A simple quick touch of her nipples, her breasts."

   Shakily, literally scared to death, I reached over, one finger just
resting atop one of her hard elongated nipples.  I pressed it, expecting
her eyes to pop open when I did, but they didn't.  She didn't even stir
really, though I heard her murmur briefly, unintelligible, yet pleasurable
sounds.  I touched her again, this time softly, ever so softly rolling that
hard nubbin between my fingertips.  Once again she murmured, but said
nothing, continuing to lie still.

   "Fuck!" I said again, once more expecting a response, though none came.
Dick in hand I moved around to the side of the bed, I was at just the right
height, leaning over just a bit, just a tiny fraction, I could just reach
her, now rubbing the pearly-dropped head of my dick against the other
nipple.  As I did, I left a snail's smear of lubrication upon her breast,
seeing the glistening glow of it on her flesh there in the light of the
bedside lamp.  I did it again, even squeezing the head of my own prick,
opening the tiny little slit, working it much like a mouth now as I
purposely placed it against my mother's tit, kissing it.  Again I worked
it, squeezing, another fat droplet of moisture oozing out to drop, and then
drool down the side of her nipple.  I now rubbed that with the tip of my
cock, delighting in the decadent sensation, once again hearing the murmured
moan of what...pleasure?  Perhaps.  Obviously I had interrupted her earlier
from reaching climax, perhaps as she dreamt, fantasizing or thinking about
whatever it was she'd been thinking about, had come back to her now as I
teasingly played with her nipples.

   Suddenly she stirred, I stood up, prepared to thrust my cock back inside
my jeans, but her eyes remained closed, if anything her legs fell apart
even more widely now.  As they did so, my attention was now drawn down
between her legs, her almost hairless split fully revealed to me.  She
didn't shave, perhaps trim maybe, but the soft fine downy hair was sparse
quite naturally, almost nonexistent without her having to do anything.  I
noticed then how thick, pink and full her outer lips were, puffy as though
aroused.  I sat down on the bed next to her, once again just looking not
touching, assuring myself she was still fast asleep.  Only then did I dare
do what I had only moments ago done to her breasts.  I gingerly placed my
fingertip on her lips, slowly sliding it upwards along one side and then
down the other, repeating the process several times as lightly as I could
manage to do it until I had once again assured myself she wouldn't wake
while doing this.  Satisfied, only then did I actually run it directly up
the center of her pink glistening split, pressing only slightly, just
enough to feel the inner folds of her sex suddenly surround my finger, the
moisture evident as I did.  I held my finger up to my nose, smelling her
heat, her essence, then sucked it, savoring the taste of her, her flavors.
I wanted more.  Once again I dipped, running my finger up her very slick
groove, accidentally brushing against her hard little clitoris.  I held my
breath, my eyes locked on hers, but she made no movement, her eyes
remaining closed though I did notice her breathing seemed to be a bit
quicker.  I touched her again, tickling her clit gently, softly, her
breathing slowly escalating as I did so.  I could hear my own heart
beating, felt it threatening to explode from within my chest, especially as
my finger then wormed its way inside her.  I felt the heat of her
surrounding it, wondering what it would feel like around my prick.  My cock
felt like steel, throbbing almost painfully as I sat there slow-stroking
myself, stroking my mother, finger-fucking my own mother simultaneously. 
Before I knew it, I felt the pleasured surge, knew my climatic release was
eminent.  I looked about wildly, trying to find something, anything to
catch it in...but I was too late, too needful.  I looked down, before me
lay my own beautiful, sensual, erotic mother.  I came.  I came again,
squirting, squirting.  I stood there, a torrent of my spunk splashing down
against and upon my own mother.  I watched ribbon after ribbon of my sperm
criss cross against her breasts, down her tummy, even splashing against her
pink petaled lips as I dowsed her like a fire hose gone wild.

   And then I stood there, looking down at what I'd done.  "Dumbass, stupid
fucking dumbass!" I called myself.  I had just shot the best fucking wad of
my life, all over my own mother.  She was slick with my cream, and I knew
there was no way in hell I was going to be able to adequately explain that
by morning.  There would be no excuse.  She would wake, eventually remember
and then discover what it was I had done.  There would be no way I could
face her, nothing I could say or do by way of apologizing for what I'd so
foolishly, so stupidly allowed to happen.

   And then I remembered.  Maybe she need never know, well...not really
anyway.  Once, Penny had let me titty-fuck her at the drive in.  I had cum
all over her breasts, dowsing her almost as much then as I had just now
creamed my own mothers body, though over a much wider area of course. 
There had been nothing available to wipe up all the sperm with, so I had
simply sat there massaging it into her chest, her breasts until it was all
gone.

   "Natural lotion," Penny had teased me, enjoying the sensual erotic feel
of my hands upon her as I did so.

   I crawled back onto the bed, slowly, softly, and ever so cautiously, I
began rubbing my cum into my mother's body until it was entirely gone.

   After it was, I pulled the covers up and over her, kissing her forehead
before I left, whispering the words as I did so.  "Tag...you're it." I
stood briefly at the door looking back at her, but she didn't move.  I
stepped out, closing it behind me and then padded down to my own room where
I slept soundly until morning.

   **

   I woke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, which I shouldn't have. 
The kitchen was too far away for one, and my door being closed for another.
I opened my eyes, the aroma even stronger now as I did so.  I rolled over
looking up.  Mother was sitting in a chair across from me, just then taking
a sip.  She pointed at the nightstand next to my bed, another sat there
waiting for me.

   "Good morning," she said wide-eyed bright and alert, which I still
wasn't.

   "Morning," I responded, though now a small fear began to course through
me.  "Why is she here?" She was still wearing the same robe she'd worn last
night, though I hadn't took notice of anything else.  I didn't dare.

   "Sorry about last night," she told me.  Only then did I sit up, careful
to keep the sheets covering my obvious nudity as I did, reaching for my
cup.

   "Nothing to be sorry about," I told her, though in truth it was I who
should be apologizing, especially after what I had done.

   "Too much to drink I guess," she went on by way of explanation.  "I'm
just sorry that I wasn't very good company for you, I know you haven't been
having a very good time of it lately either," she added.

   "It's ok mom, really.  No harm, no foul." I have no idea why I said
that. I took another sip of my coffee.

   "We still need to talk, you and I..." she then said.  I felt chills
suddenly race up and down my spine as I looked over towards her.  "But you
really do need to shower first," she then said smiling.  "I'll get
breakfast started while you do, then we'll have a nice quiet breakfast
together, and have a chat.  I think there's a few things we both need to
discuss and consider."

   "Ok," I said simply, waiting for her to stand up and leave so that I
could.  But she continued to sit.  "What?"

   Mom just smiled.  "You saw me naked," she began.  "So..."

   "So?"

   "So what?  It's ok for you to see me, but your own mother can't see her
own son as well?"

   "Fu...I mean, mom...that's different!"

   "Oh?  How?"

   "Uh, um, you weren't exactly in the best of conditions when I put you to
bed last night, and I couldn't very well leave you all tangled up in your
bathrobe the way that you were now could I?"

   "I suppose not," she said looking at me over the rim of her cup.  "So
that's all then?" she then said.

   "What do you mean?"

   "You just undressed me and helped me into bed."

   I wanted to swallow my tongue, long moments passed, an eternity really
as I sat there trying to think of something else to say.

   "Well, I did sit with you for a while," I told her.  "Wanted to make
sure you were ok."

   "And was I?  Ok I mean?"

   "Ah yeah..." I said starting to feel weird, wondering if she was
remembering anything, even vaguely, and was fishing for something else,
which is when she stood.

   "You shower, I'll start breakfast, and then we'll talk." Mom finally got
up and left the room.  Only then did I jump out of bed and head into my own
bathroom to shower.  I'd barely gotten inside, my head beneath the almost
too hot shower when I felt mom's finger pressed against my ass.

   "What the fu..." I said stopping myself short.  "Mom?"

   She had opened the sliding glass door into my shower.  "Left you some
fresh towels," she told me.  I still had soap in my eyes, though I had
turned looking over towards her.  "Oh...and by the way...Tag, You're it!"

   With that she once again turned and left the bathroom, leaving me to
stand there mouth agape, wondering just what the hell she had meant by
that. "What did she remember?  Or think she remembered?" I now asked
myself. "And was that the reason she wanted to sit and have a chat with
me?"

   Trembling, worried, confused, alarmed...every emotion in the book, I
hurriedly dried myself off, dressed, and stumbled downstairs into the
kitchen.  Mom was humming a tune to herself when I entered, a second fresh
cup of coffee waiting for me as she stood there scrambling some eggs.

   "Hungry?  How many?"

   I had been earlier, but at the moment, my appetite had fled.  I was too
nervous to think clearly at the moment about anything, though glad for the
coffee as I sipped it, giving my shaking hands something to steady
themselves with.

   "What did you mean when you said that," I asked.

   "Said what?"

   "You know...Tag?  You're it?"

   "What do you think I meant by it?" she asked turning around to face me,
though she spooned out half the eggs she'd just scrambled onto my plate as
she said that.

   "I don't know...that's why I'm asking," I told her.

   She smiled.  "Eat first, then we'll talk."

   I watched her as she worked her way around the table sitting across from
me.  The fact she was still wearing the same robe she'd had on the night
before made me a little apprehensive.  Especially as she sat down, and the
front of it once again showed a great deal more cleavage than normally,
even when she'd worn it before.  Though her breasts weren't exactly hanging
out or anything, it was difficult enough not to sit there and stare at her
anyway.

   "Your ah...boobs are almost falling out," I politely tried to tell her,
feeling my face flush to some degree as I stared back down at my plate.

   "That didn't seem to bother you too much last night...or did it?" she
asked.  I looked up just as she took a bite of her eggs, though she also
sat up a little straighter in her chair, the robe opening even more as she
did so, one breast nearly fully exposed now.

   I almost choked on mine.  "You knew," I said almost whispering.  "God
mom...I'm sorry!"

   "No reason to be," she openly admitted it herself now.  "Was just
curious as to how you felt about it this morning, after having had a moment
to think about it.  Besides, I could have stopped it anytime too you know.
But I didn't.  And now...having said that, maybe it is time for us to talk
about it."

   I didn't know what to say.  The fact that she was very much aware of
everything that had happened spoke volumes.

   "Listen Daniel, to be honest here, and I think we need to be.  At first,
I was admittedly a little more uninhibited than I might otherwise have
been...thanks to the wine.  But I'm not using that as any excuse either.  I
wasn't that intoxicated, certainly not as much as I led you to believe that
I was.  And for that, I apologize to you.  But...I was also curious.  I
kind of figured you saw me earlier, you did didn't you?"

   Now it was my turn to tell the truth, though I wasn't quite as bold
about it as mom was, merely shaking my head yes that I had.

   "I thought you had been," she told me.  "And at first, I was of course
embarrassed by that, that you had caught me, playing with myself.  But then
inexplicably, I became aroused by it too.  Maybe that was wrong, and maybe
it's because of that I allowed what happened after that to happen.  But I
was Daniel, God help me, I was aroused.  And because I was, I was then
curious to see just how far you might go after that."

   "Guess you found out huh?" I said feeling more than a bit sheepishly.

   "Yeah...guess we both did.  But the point is Daniel, I allowed it to
happen, I allowed things to continue because I wanted to continue them. 
Like I said, I could have stopped it at any time after that, and I didn't.
And the reason I didn't, is because I liked it, hell Daniel, I loved it! 
And I wanted more than that, a lot more...but then, you left.  So...what I
want to know now is, is why?  Did the fact that we did what we did, freak
you out?  Does it bother or upset you now knowing what it was I allowed you
to do?"

   I just sat there staring at her with my mouth open.  "Are you kidding
me? No!  That was the most erotic, sensual experiences of my life mom, but
that's just it...you are my mother, and I shouldn't be saying this, or
feeling this about you, but I wanted to do more, a hell of a lot more, but
the last thing I wanted to ever have you do...is hate me because of it!"

   I watched as mom stood, watched as her hands undid the last almost
undone tie of her belt as her robe fully opened.  She stood there, her body
fully revealed to me once again, her exquisite breasts, her hard erect
nipples already stiffening even as she stood there in front of me.

   "You do indeed remember the little game we used to play on the weekends
yes?"

   "Yes," I said breathlessly sitting there looking at her.

   "Well, I think...we've sort of started playing it again now haven't we?"

   "Yes," I said once again, though still not sure to what extent it was
that she'd meant by that.

   "Then let's just continue doing that, for the time being at least.  At
whatever point one of us decides we no longer want to play, or shouldn't
then the game ends.  Fair enough?"

   "Fair enough," I answered, though I honestly, or perhaps stupidly still
didn't know where this was all headed.

   But she was smiling, and that in turn made me smile.

   "Well then, like I said earlier in the shower, Tag, you're it.  That
means...you owe me something doesn't it?"

   "It does," I said as I sat there drinking her in.

   "And that means, whatever we want the other one to do for us, just like
before too yes?"

   "Yes."

   Once again she smiled, turning that into an even bigger grin.  "What I
want then baby, is for you to finish what you didn't quite finish last
night."

   Mom now walked around the table until she stood directly in front of me.
She then lifted one leg, placing her foot upon mine.  As she did so, she
displayed herself quite openly.  I almost drooled, sitting there looking at
that wet juicy slit again, only this time with mom actually offering it to
me, wide awake now, unpretending.

   "Go ahead Daniel, touch it, please...please touch me."

   This was one time that she didn't need to ask me twice.  I easily
reached up, sliding my finger back and forth between her swollen lips,
feeling her shudder as I did so, hearing the catch in her breath as I eased
my index finger inside, worming it about softly.  As close as she was, it
was no effort at all to then lean over, the tip of my tongue just barely
grazing her as well.  I began to taste my mother's cunt, my head swimming
in the intoxicating aroma and flavor of her.  I again felt her shudder, her
hands suddenly coming up to hold onto the top of my head for support and
balance, though I simultaneously felt her hands press me even more fully
against her at the same time.

   "Suck it Daniel, suck it...please baby, suck it for mommy!"

   In all the time Penny and I had fooled around together, I had never once
gone down on her.  Not that I didn't want to, or hadn't tried.  It was just
another of those things she had felt would eventually lead to another. 
Just the way the hand job would eventually lead to a blow job, something
else I'd never experienced before either.

   And now, here I was, licking and sucking my own mother's cunt!  I was
still fingering her too, the delight of the sensation, and the slickness of
my finger as I stroked her in and out, soon after adding another much to
her delight.  My lips still pulling at her sweet precious clit, my tongue
occasionally flicking it instead, then back to sucking or simply running my
tongue up and down between her lips as she stood over me, still holding my
head against herself, panting hotly as she did so.

   "Oh fuck baby fuck!  That's it...oh yes, just like that!  Make me cum
baby, make mommy cum!"

   She was thrashing against me, wildly.  My fingers impaling her, though
at the moment it was hard actually keeping them inside her, so I simply
pressed inwards, holding them there.  My lips now clamped like a vise
around her tender hard clit, sucking it like a nipple.  A second later she
quit thrashing, becoming more like a petrified piece of wood as she
suddenly became very still, even her breath suddenly stopping.  She hovered
on whatever ledge that it was, and then suddenly and simply exploded.  The
sheer magnitude of her pleasured scream surprised me, the deep moan
sounding unlike any sound I had ever heard her make before, traveling far
up from the depths of her soul until it unleashed itself in her guttural
cry of release.  As she did, her pussy likewise seemed to come apart, her
lips fluttering, but I soon realized that was because of the liquid spray
that now began bathing my face.  I sat drowning in her essence, content to
do so, content to suffocate if I could, lapping at her, drinking her in as
my mother showered her pleasure all over me.

   I continued to lovingly sit there lapping up what remained of her
spending.  She quivered, and then stepped away on shaky legs finally
sitting down.  "Oh my God!" she said breathlessly.  "Oh my God, Daniel,
that was...heavenly!  I'd almost forgotten what that felt like."

   "Then I did alright?  Ok?" I asked.

   She just sat looking at me with the biggest smile on her face I had ever
seen before, certainly in not quite such a long time now anyway.

   "Better than alright," she told me.  "Where ever on earth did you learn
how to do that anyway?" She asked.

   "No one...first time for me," I told her feeling embarrassed at the
admission.

   "Seriously?  No one?  Not even Penny?"

   Now it was my turn to laugh.  "Penny and I didn't do nearly as many
things as you might think we did mom," I told her.  "And that's just one of
them."

   It was then that mom glanced at the clock and realized what time it was.
"Oh my God!  I hate to finger-fuck and run baby, but I'm going to be late
enough to work as it is!"

   Hearing mom use the word "fuck" was strange enough, but the fact I'd
just done that and more still left me sitting there with my head spinning,
not to mention a very aroused hard cock.  She smiled turning, "I know you
have to work late tonight, but tomorrow we at least have the weekend to
continue our game, if in fact you still want to," she told me.  "Take the
day to think about it, I know that this is all still pretty new for us
both, and I'm sure we both need to consider the implications of it should
we decide to," she finalized.  Mom hurriedly headed upstairs to dress.  I
licked my lips, the sweet taste of my mother's spending still clicking to
my face.  I had already made up my mind with regards to all this, waiting
until she came back down the stairs grabbing her keys on her way out the
door.

   I stood in the hallway hidden behind the alcove as she grabbed her
briefcase and peered back behind her, no doubt looking for me.  Heading
towards the door, I stepped in behind her as she passed, my hand firmly
placed upon her ass as she reached for it.

   "Tag...you're it!" I said smiling.

   **

   I got home just before midnight.  Mom's car was in the driveway, but all
the lights were off inside the house as I entered.  I had noticed as I
approached that even the bedroom window of her room showed nothing but
darkness, obviously she had had another long hard day and had gone to bed.
I entered the house through the front door, heading immediately for the
kitchen to grab myself a coke from the fridge before heading off towards
the family room where I decided to watch a little TV before going to bed.

   I hit the light switch as I entered the room, but the overhead light
didn't come on.  I figured it must have burnt out, "A chore for tomorrow,"
I thought as I headed over towards the couch intending to turn on the table
lamp.  It was then that I saw her, or rather the outline of her as she
stood there in the middle of the dark room obviously waiting for me.

   "Mom?" Even though it was dark, I could see by her silhouette that she
didn't have anything on.

   "You tagged me before I got out the door this morning," she finally
responded.  I could hear the nervousness in her tone of voice, though there
was obvious excitement there too.  "It's not quite past midnight yet," she
then added in that same tone of voice, "So it's still technically your
turn. What would you like me to do?"

   I set my coke down on the coffee table.  My mind already a blur as I
considered my obvious options, still not quite fully believing this really
was happening, or about to as I found myself now believing.

   "Suck me?" I questioned as I stood there in the darkness.  I heard her
chuckle, but that was soon followed with a pleasurable sigh too.

   "Been a while since I've even done that," she said.  "I'm sure I'll be a
bit rusty."

   Like I would even know.  The number of times I had tried to get Penny to
suck me even just a little had been an adventure in and of itself.  Mom
could have been the worst at doing it and I'd never know, for me...I was on
the verge of experiencing my first ever blow-job, from my very own mother
no less, already my cock was hardening rapidly as I saw her finally moving
towards me, but not before grabbing several large comfy pillows off the
couch, tossing them down on the floor between us.

   "Take your clothes off and lay down," she half whispered with a lusty
catch in her voice.  I scrambled out of my clothes quicker than I ever had,
soon after standing there, my rigid prick bobbing up and down in front of
me.  "Hmm, you certainly don't have your fathers cock," she then said as I
positioned myself on the floor as mom stood over me looking down.  There
was just enough light coming in through the window outside to see well
enough by, and I could certainly see her as she stood there looking at me.
Though her comment made me wonder what she had meant until she clarified
that.  "It's much, much bigger," she grinned enthusiastically, joining me
there on the floor amongst the pillows.  Like an idiot, I guess I expected
her to simply attack my cock, but she didn't.  Instead, she lay beside me,
her lips reaching mine as we kissed.  It wasn't a brief somewhat
affectionate kiss either, but a long deep soulful one that sent shivers up
and down my spine.

   In addition to the kiss, I felt her full soft breasts pressing against
me, the twin points of her nipples digging into my chest, my hands
automatically coming up to touch her along the sides, feeling the weight of
them, the fullness as we continued the languorous erotic kiss. 
Reluctantly, she finally ended it, the dance of our tongues parting, the
taste of her still fresh on my lips as she slowly began to make her way
down, her tongue, lips kissing, nipping all along my chest down to my
belly.

   "Oh God!" I moaned as goose bumps emerged running ahead of her mouth all
the way to my groin.  "Fuck!" I then moaned, the vulgar word I had so
carefully avoided using in front of her in the past, now sounding
erotically wicked, sensual instead.  I heard her small laugh as she
continued tickling, exploring me with her tongue and lips.

   "Excited are we?" she murmured into my flesh, and then adding, "Don't
hold back...just enjoy," she breathed against my skin, once again licking,
nipping and kissing my naval, lingering there for several long precious
moments as her tongue now fucked, stabbing into it as though it had in fact
become a miniature cunt, reminding me of the rapturous joy I had
experienced with her earlier on that morning.

   Mom took some measure in delight at teasing me as I soon after felt her
tongue swirling around and about my prick without yet touching it.  The
area of my groin suddenly intensified in sensitivity, every single little
nip, or tongue lick causing me to bounce, shiver, or arch my back in
pleasure.  When her warm soft hand finally surrounded my shaft, it was all
I could do to keep myself from ejaculating right then and there.

   "Relax," she whispered, though I heard the excitement in her own voice
as her tongue finally landed on the tip of my shaft, spearing the tiny eye
slit she found there momentarily.  "Enjoy..." she moaned into the top of my
cock, just seconds before her warm succulent mouth encircled it.

   "Holy fuck!" I grimaced through my teeth, hissing the pleasured words as
I felt mom's lips gently begin to gobble down my shaft, slowly making their
way downwards towards my balls which she now fondled gently, softly,
rolling them within the palm of her hand.

   Lying on the floor as we were, the full moon cast its light in upon us,
giving us just enough to see by.  Like a spectator watching, I glanced up,
if there had been a man in the moon, he'd have been smiling, I certainly
was.  I looked down and over back towards my mother, her lips only then
slowly working their way back up my shaft.  I felt her hand following,
grasping my hard firm erection, the slow soft stroke of it in an opposite
direction from her lips, a tug of war with my prick that drove me nearly
mad with desire.

   "Oh fuck!  Fuck!" I moaned again over and over.  Mom had slightly
increased her tempo, her mouth now working my shaft with deliberate
forceful strokes.  I certainly wasn't huge by any means, but the girth of
my prick had caused her to have difficulty breathing around it, though I
was sure that was due in part to her own excitement as well.  I felt the
drool of her saliva, somehow making the whole experience even more
decadent, more wicked feeling.  The slippery sounds her mouth and hands now
made as she stroked me, sucked me, and periodically just licked me as I lay
there.

   I could already feel the churning deep within my balls, surprised that I
had held out for as long as I had already.  These were new sensations for
me, the thrill I was experiencing was beyond anything else I had ever
known. If mom was indeed rusty at doing this as she'd said, I could only
imagine what a non-rusty blowjob would feel like.  I fought with all my
strength trying to delay the inevitable, once again hearing her words as
she felt my internal struggle through my prick.

   "Don't fight it baby, if you're ready, then just lay back and enjoy it,"
she mouthed around me.

   At that moment I wanted to cum so bad, and then of course I didn't
either.  I wanted this sensation, this experience to go on and on forever!
I felt her mouth totally engulf me, somehow impossibly taking my entire
shaft fully into her mouth and throat.  I felt her lips nibbling, tickling
the base of my prick, my balls tighter than they had ever been, her hand
cupping them, working and now milking them.  There was no hope for it then.
The pleasured pain of struggle finally gave way, the intensity of release
already soaring up through the length of my shaft.  I soon felt the first
surge, the explosion of my spunk as it began to pummel the inside of my
mother's mouth.  I heard her gag on it, taking it, finally allowing herself
to actually expel my spunk, drooling it about my shaft though she continued
the up and down sucking motions of her lips.  I watched as my cum poured
from her mouth, only to be gathered up once again as she consumed my prick
in its entirety.  At the tip, she again spit, my cream now frothy as though
having been churned, watching it flow like poured syrup once again down my
shaft, her hands taking pleasure in playing in it, sticky strands linking
themselves between her fingers as she continued the time-stopping pleasure
of my cock.

   Though I was long since done, laying there in the afterglow of delights
I had never known or experienced before, I continued to feel the soft
gentle caress of mom's lips and tongue upon my rapidly deflating prick. 
How long she did so, I didn't know, drifting in and out of consciousness
after that, waking to find her each and every time still cuddled up on the
floor next to me.  I could feel the softness of her breasts once again
pressed against my side, one leg thrown over mine in repose, my hand
resting gently and comfortably on her ass.

   It was the filter of sunshine dancing on my face that woke me, informing
me it was again morning.  I woke, mom nowhere to be seen, but again the
aroma of freshly brewed coffee alerting my senses.  I finally sat up,
stretched and then slipped into my jeans, padding barefoot into the
kitchen.

   Mom turned smiling as I entered.  "Oh good, I was just about to come in
and wake you," she told me.  I was somewhat disappointed to see that she
was dressed, all ready for the day.  "Sharon's on her way over," she then
informed me, giving reason for the change.  "You might want to straighten
up the family room," she grinned.  Letting me know as she said that, that
Sharon might pose a few awkward questions in seeing it the way it was now.
"And shower too!" she then added wiggling her nose.  "Not that I mind it,
but you do tend to smell a little like hot sticky sex!" Mom poured me a cup
of coffee handing it to me.

   "Have I got time enough to at least drink this?" I asked.

   "Twenty minutes worth or so," she said smiling.  I had turned to sit
down at the table then briefly.  As I did, I felt her hand touch me from
behind.  "And by the way...Tag, you're it!"

   I grinned into my cup without turning around to look at her.  "Be
careful when doing that, I'd hate to embarrass you in front of Sharon," I
told her.

   "You wouldn't!" she said in a semi-worried tone of voice.  Once again I
just smiled, and then left the room to straighten up and shower before
Sharon got there.  My mind already swirling with the erotic possibilities.

   I liked Sharon.  She was the one who had purchased the vibrator for my
mother, though she had also set her up on one of the two disastrous dates
she had had too.  Like mom, Sharon was approximately the same age give or
take a year, and though still married, I had overheard a few phone
conversations between them.  Sharon certainly wasn't no prude, and dallied
from time to time on the side whenever the mood, or the guy struck her
fancy.  She had made mom blush more than a few times, sharing with her in
detail about some of her on the side sexual excursions, and though mom at
times would interrupt her with the word, "Sharon!" feigning shock and
surprise at some of her antics, I knew she had loved every minute in
hearing them.

   By the time I had finished showering and slipped into a pair of tight
fitting cut off jeans and a tee shirt, I could hear the two of them once
again chatting away down in the kitchen over a cup of coffee.  I quietly
made my way down stairs, curious as usual, and wondering if I might in fact
overhear anything of interest.

   "Frankly Sam, I'm surprised at your reluctance to share with me, you
know perfectly well that I share all my naughty fun experiences with you!"

   Mom's name was Samantha, but everyone had always called her Sam for
short.  I stood just outside the kitchen entry, standing behind the wall
listening.  I heard mom lower her voice conspiratorially as she spoke.

   "To be perfectly honest with you Sharon, you'd probably be shocked even
if I were to tell you.  And I don't want to lose you as a friend if I were
too for another thing.  I'm still not sure about it myself yet, and until I
am, I'd really prefer not discussing it."

   I frowned worriedly upon hearing that.  It sounded to me like mom was
already having second thoughts about it all though I listened as she
continued.

   "Even your telling me about your ex-brother in-law and his new wife is
nothing in comparison to this, and you know how shocked I was when you told
me about that!"

   "Shocked yes, but it made you horny too," Sharon teased.  "I know,
because I can always see it in your face when you are.  Tell me you didn't
later on masturbate while thinking about what I shared with you either!"

   There was a momentary pause of silence, and then I heard mom laugh. 
"You know me too well," she admitted.  "Yes...I did in fact, thanks to your
gift to me.  But that still doesn't change anything Sharon, I just can't
tell you about it, not yet anyway.  Not until I've come to better terms
with it myself!"

   "You know I'm not going to let up until you tell me," Sharon warned,
"Especially now that you've got my curiosity up.  Obviously that perpetual
smile on your face has something to do with it, I haven't seen you look
this happy in months!"

   That one did make me smile, but I also decided it was now time to make
an appearance, have a little fun with this, and see just how flustered I
could make mom feel in front of Sharon without giving too much away.  I
retreated back up the stairs quietly, and then proceeded on back down the
stairs normally.  Sure enough, they both heard me long before I had come
into the kitchen, mom already pouring me a fresh cup of coffee even before
I entered.  I watched her sit that down, likewise adding a few additional
cookies to the plate they'd been eating from.

   "Much better!" Mom grinned as I came in and sat down.  She turned
towards Sharon.  "He had a bit of a late night last night if you know what
I mean," she said winking at her, though likewise tossing me a cautious
look too.

   "Oh, I see," Sharon laughed.  "Not surprised by that either," she said
looking at me with a more than friendly gleam in her eyes as she did so. 
"Ah...to be young again I suppose."

   "Yeah well...I'm a lot more inexperienced than you might think," I
actually found myself sharing with them both.  "In fact...I just got my
first ever blow-job last night, and it was incredible too!"

   "Daniel!" My mother half screamed out, her face suddenly going ashen,
though all Sharon did was laugh hysterically at my honest declaration.

   "God...I remember giving my first blow job to a young kid a few years
back, most incredible experience of my life, and even though he came within
seconds after I'd even started, I still remember how erotic that was to
this very day!"

   "Sharon!" Mom now exclaimed once again, her face going from totally
bloodless in color, to suddenly near purple.

   Once again Sharon laughed teasing her.  "Oh come on now Sam, Daniel's
certainly not a kid any more, and even if he's your own son, you should
start looking at him more like an adult."

   Hearing those words almost made me cough to death, especially looking
over and seeing the look on mom's face as she stood there looking back and
forth between the two of us.

   "Ok, so what am I missing here?" Sharon asked seeing her reaction, and
then mine.  There was a terminal long pause, neither one of us saying a
thing, simply looking at one another with knowing expressions on our faces.
"Oh my God!"

   Sharon looked back over towards me, her eyebrows raised in question. 
All I could think of to do was sit there and grin somewhat stupidly.

   "Oh my God!  You did...didn't you?" Sharon said now looking away from
me, back to my mother who looked like she was about to pass out at any
moment.  "You sucked your sons cock!"

   It wasn't just hearing her say it, but the way she had said it I found
both interesting as well as arousing.  She wasn't appalled, or shocked in a
bad way by realizing it.  Surprised yes, certainly that, but she now smiled
devilishly as she locked her eyes now on my mother.

   "So...how was it Sam?" she grinned, only then turning to look at me. 
"Or should I be asking you that instead?"

   "Well, like I said," I began only then daring to look back up towards my
mother, who continued to stand there, mouth open looking about to faint. 
"It was the best fucking experience of my life!"

   This time mom didn't say a word, even about my language, though Sharon
once again burst out laughing.  "Oh for hells sakes Samantha, sit down
before you fall down!" she admonished her.

   "I can't believe..." mom finally stammered, once again causing Sharon to
laugh.

   "What, that I'm not totally surprised or as shocked by this as you
thought I would be?  Surprised yes sweetie, but only because it's you. 
Hell honey, if I had a son even half as good looking as Daniel is, I'd have
probably done the same thing myself, and long before now too!  Frankly, I'm
not all that surprised that it did either!  The two of you have always been
close, especially after that terrible mess with your husband.  But seeing
you finally smiling again, especially after what must have happened last
night, then as far as I'm concerned, whatever goes on between the two of
you is perfectly fine by me.  As a matter of fact, I'd give a month's pay
just to see you two together!"

   Once again mom now sat, staring at her friend.  "Sharon!  You're not
serious...are you?" she asked.

   I don't think she really was until mom said that.  "Dead serious!" she
suddenly announced.  "I'd love seeing the two of you together!"

   I stood at that moment, the opportunity one that I felt was too good to
pass up.  At first, mom didn't realize my intentions as I'd picked up my
coffee mug as though going over to pour myself a fresh one.  I set it down
on the counter instead, coming up from behind her.  I leaned over, as
Sharon watched me do so, smiling knowingly.  I then kissed mom's neck, my
hands reaching around in front of her to land upon her breasts where I gave
each one a friendly little squeeze.

   "Tag mom...now you're it!"

   Sharon's look was questioning at the statement.  I saw mom's eyes close,
her mouth trying to work.  "We...we can't Daniel, not really, not in front
of Sharon, we just can't!"

   I needn't have answered however, and didn't, as Sharon answered for the
both of us.  "Oh yes you can sweetie, please?" she actually asked.  "I was
serious Sam, that's something I would truly love to see myself!" And then
with that, she reached up, undoing her blouse soon after exposing her
breasts as she sat touching herself.  "Though I do hope you don't mind me
enjoying myself while I do so," she grinned hotly.

   That settled it for me at least.  Before mom could object or say
anything further, I released her breasts, now likewise beginning to undo
the buttons on the blouse she was wearing, finally exposing her lacy bra
clad breasts which my hands immediately went back to caressing and playing
with.

   "Not here," she finally moaned excitedly.  "Upstairs!"

   **

   The three of us raced upstairs to mom's bedroom.  By the time we got
there, Sharon was half naked already.

   "Where's that vibrator I got you?" She asked.

   "There, in the drawer," I said pointing, and then realized what I'd just
done.  Sharon gave me a curious look, and then smiled.  I turned towards
mom, shrugging my shoulders.  "What can I say?" I grinned.  "I was
curious." She tried giving me a stern look, but then cracked up and
laughed.

   "I guess I should have known better...knowing you," she said, and then
removed the rest of her clothing just as Sharon and I had done, slipping
onto the bed.  I looked over appreciatively at Sharon as she took a seat in
one of the large comfortable armchairs in mom's room.  Almost immediately
she threw one leg obscenely over the arm of the chair, her very shaved
pussy literally winking at me.  Sharon too had nice breasts, a bit smaller
perhaps than mom's, each capped with a very pink somewhat smaller nipple,
but just like moms, both were tingly hard.

   "Ready whenever you are!" Sharon announced lustfully.  "And don't mind
me...I tend to moan and groan a lot whenever I'm enjoying myself," she
again giggled.

   I crawled in between mom's legs, once again staring at that beautiful
precious cunt of hers.  "Bend your knees," I said, watching as she did,
seeing her lips suddenly spread, swelling and getting all pink and puffy
again the way I'd seen them do the first time I had ever touched her.  I
settled myself in then, reaching up, my hands surrounding each one of her
breasts just as my tongue began to dance and slide up and down her rapidly
moistening split.

   "Ohhhhh!" Sharon moaned from off the side though I didn't turn to look
at her, too happily consumed with the delicious taste of my mother's cunt
as I lay there lapping it.  Mom was moaning too however, deliriously so,
her hands already on top of my head, fingers wrapping knots of my hair
around them as I continued licking and sucking her.  I reveled in the
hardness of her twin nipples as I pulled and played with them.  It was as
though there was a direct line of current running from each all the way
down to her cunt, it seemed to spasm, clench and pulsate each and every
time that I thumbed or tweaked her hard erect nipples.

   "Oh baby!  Baby!" Mom mewled out erotically.  "That's it baby yes...eat
your mommies pussy!" she said forgetting for a moment that Sharon was
sitting there perhaps and could overhear everything we said or did.

   "Oh fuck!" Sharon exclaimed wantonly.  "You have any idea how fucking
hot it was to hear you say that?" she asked.  I could hear the whir of the
toy as she busily used it against herself.

   Mom answered that with another statement, laughing somewhat nervously as
she did so.  "Yes...and my son's cock is fucking delicious too!" she told
her.  Once again Sharon moaned and I heard the pummeling of her cunt with
the toy as she sloppily used it against herself.

   Meanwhile I was once again in heaven, the taste of my mother's cunt, the
sweetness of her nectar as it flowed from within, now pouring into my mouth
in thick little drools that made me feel intoxicated, my head dizzy with
the erotic atmosphere we'd created.  I let go of one of her tits, my
fingers now sliding inside her, and though I didn't know it, or understand
it at the time, I had found mother's "G" spot, stroking the spongy soft
little spot inside.  She groaned deliriously as I did that, "Fuck, oh
fuck...fuck...fuck!" she cried out in raptured bliss, just as Sharon did
sitting beside us, doing the same.

   Though my cock was threatening to poke a hole in the mattress, I
continued to tongue-fuck mom's cunt, curling it, stabbing it inside her as
far as I could, then resting as I merely licked it, or sucked her clit,
which had by, now swollen to nearly twice its size.  As I had done to her
breasts, I suckled her clit, softly at first, but as her hands and fingers
dug even more urgently into my scalp, I then intensified the pull on it,
drawing her ass literally up off the bed as I did so.

   I heard as well sensed it when Sharon stood up, walking over towards the
bed.  I glanced up briefly, saw her hands reaching over, now kneading mom's
breasts.  I saw mother's eyes open in surprise momentarily, closing again
however as she succumbed to the pleasure my lips and mouth were giving her.
I lay looking up, watching the hot wanton expression on Sharon's face as
she sat there looking at the two of us, me eating my mother's cunt, she
playing and toying with her breasts as I did so, the whir of the vibrator
now held deeply inside Sharon's cunt as mom reached over taking it within
her hand, now fucking her very best friend with it as she sat there.

   The sexual intensity of the moment couldn't last, and it didn't. 
Whatever my fingers were doing seemed to trigger something deep within my
mother, taking her by surprise before she even realized what I'd been doing
or what was happening.  She just simply screamed, arching her back.  I held
on for dear life, my lips once again clamped firmly around and about her
clit, sucking it as hard as I could.  My fingers still walking inside her
cunt simultaneously as the first streams of her spending seemed to explode
from her pussy.  Even Sharon was surprised at this, seeing the almost misty
like spray suddenly surge from the opening of mother's creamy rich quim,
drenching us both.

   "Good God Sam!" Sharon cried out enthusiastically, "Cum sweetie!  Cum!"
And then she was doing the same.  No doubt the sensation of my mother
fucking her cunt with the toy helped, but I had damn near climaxed myself,
having not as yet even been touched though the bed rubbing against my hard
stiff prick nearly brought that about.  But there was no doubt whatsoever
for either one of us, that the sight of mom's pussy suddenly spending
itself in several wet spurting ejaculates had caused Sharon in joining her,
and nearly myself.

   Too sensitive for me to continue, mom finally pushed me away, curling up
into a small ball momentarily, still shuddering, still throbbing as a
series of mini little orgasms wracked her entire body even though no one at
the moment was even touching her.

   I finally rolled over onto my back, my cock hard and stiff, purpler in
color than I had ever seen it with the head looking about as angry as it
had ever been.

   "Wow," Sharon moaned softly while looking at it.  "That's the most
beautiful cock I've ever seen before in my life!" she said simply.  I felt
embarrassed by that, once again rolling over and sitting up, but not before
mom had.  I reached up, placing the tip of my finger against the still
moist area of her split.

   "Tag, you're it!" I announced.

   "What would you like?" She began, now looking over towards Sharon,
including her as she spoke.  "From either one of us?"

   Tempting as that was, there was only one thing I truly wanted at that
moment.  "You know what I want," I told her as I now knelt between her
legs, my hard stiff prick dripping with desire, the thin streamer of
cum-drool already suspended between us, connecting the two of us together
long before I had even touched her directly with my prick.

   "You sure?" she asked.  "Maybe you'd rather save something like that for
a future girl friend or lover, and not your own mother," she spoke.  Sharon
sat in total silence, just watching, wondering curiously, perhaps even
hopefully at my answer.

   "I'm sure mom...right now, the only person I can imagine taking my
virginity, would be you." Without another word, I felt mom's hand reach
around taking my cock in hand, placing it at the opening of her wet
glistening sex.  She herself placed the head of my dick just inside.  I
felt the warmth of her neither lips kissing it, surrounding themselves
about it.

   "Fuck me," she whispered.  "Fuck me Daniel...fuck me."

   I slid inside her, slowly...allowing myself the pleasure and the
opportunity to experience each and every inch of the ecstasy I felt as I
slid inside her.  I could not believe the sensation.  The heat, the warmth,
the slick slippery sucking of her cunt as it greeted my cock welcomingly.
The same cunt that had once berthed me, the same sweet cunt I had now
devoured with my mouth, and in which I now slid my hard stiff dick inside.

   Sharon moaned, her fingers once again busy on her own cunt, unabashedly
finger-fucking herself, her hands busy at her breasts, watching us,
watching as my mother deflowered her own son for the very first time.

   Even Sharon seemed to shimmer away into nothingness for the moment.  The
only sensation I had or was even aware of was the sound of mom's breath,
quickening with every thrust, the arch of her back, her pelvis slowly
rotating, greeting me each and every time I withdrew, plunging in again
into the depths of her soul, her being, her entirety.  I don't know how I
was able to last, certainly far longer than I would have thought, though
the urge to finally spill myself grew stronger with each passing moment.

   "You...you can't cum in me," she announced sadly hesitating briefly
before saying it.  "I'm not...safe," she announced openly.  I knew what she
meant, and understood that, the sensation already boiling within my balls,
only seconds away now from exploding.  "Fuck my tits Daniel, fuck my tits
and cum," she then urged.

   Too close to delay, I pulled out, hurriedly repositioning myself,
resting my rigid staff between the sweet valley of her breasts, which
Sharon now helped in creating, holding mom's tits together in her own hands
as my prick began the final assault upon them.  Together now, side by side,
Sharon placed her head next to mom's expectantly watching, waiting as I
thrust the last few final times between those magnificent breasts.

   "Oh fuck, oh fuck!  Here it cums!" I cried out, and then felt my eyes
close involuntarily, the pleasure far too great for that first moment to
keep them from doing so.  Only after the first did I open them again,
watching now as my prick spewed forth a torrent of cream.  Both mother and
Sharon happily, excitedly, catching my spunk with their mouths as I poured
out my pleasures, the forcefulness drenching the two of them entirely.

   Exhausted, I sat back on my haunches, my prick still dripping, still
semi erect.

   Watching them kiss, watching as they each licked off the stickiness of
my climax from one another's faces, soon after sharing it with one another
had given a renewed, very surprised firmness to my rapidly reawakening
erection.  I waited patiently watching, finally locking eyes with my
mother. It was as though we'd both been thinking the same thing at the very
same time.  I reached over, just as she did, each one of us placing a hand
on one of Sharon's breasts, smiling at her as we did, as we spoke.

   "Tag, you're it."


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