Copyright © 1999, Sydney. ALL Rights Reserved Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade : Saturday AM, January 30, 1999 Without the written permission of the author and during 120 days after the above mentioned date of first publication this story may be downloaded uniquely for your private use. After the limit date mentioned, the story may be freely distributed on condition that this notice remains attached, but not for profit, and providing the usual precautions have been taken to prevent it being read by unauthorized persons, especially under age children, or by people who might be offended by its contents. The author may be contacted by emailing [email protected] or [email protected]. A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: dannymom.txt http://www.mrdouble.com Danny's Mom (F/m con inc.) by Sydney I was about fourteen when I realized I was different from the other guys in school. At first taking a shower with them was embarrassing, but the comments and frank looks of envy soon brought the knowledge home that I was special. My cock hung down almost all the way to mid-thigh when soft. It really didn't get a lot longer when it was hard, but did fill out until it was almost two inches across. When I measured it with a ruler it was twelve inches long. My mom was a flirt. Dad never said anything about it in my presence and may well not have cared. It seemed that she was always attracting more then her share of conversation from men no matter where we went. I grew up with her acting that way and didn't really pay it much mind. I know now that she was all ways sex hungry. I was about a month from my fifteenth birthday when I found out just how much this quirk would effect me. I was in the bathroom, taking a shower when it began. My cock was hard as steel as I rubbed it from base to the knob at the glans. I'd soaped up a good lather and was intent on getting my nut. I'd turned away from the spray of water, beating away, when the bathroom door opened. "Oh my, Danny. I didn't know you were in here," Mom said. She stood in the doorway with a shocked look plastered on her face. "My God, you've grown up." Of course my face turned red all the way to my toenails. I just froze, praying she would close the door and go away. But, she did no such thing. She just stood there staring at me through the gap in the shower curtain, her hand at her throat. "Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h," came floating out of her chest somewhere. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity she retreated. That was the end of my jack off session. The funny thing about it was that Mom didn't say anything about what she'd seen. That night, she and I ate in silence. I don't think I looked up from my plate more than twice and both those times she was looking at me in the strangest way. Dad was on the road most of the time, so Mom and I eat alone often. When it got time to do the dishes she sat back and watched me. My nerves were shot in the first place, and her staring at me got to me quick. The next thing I knew I was breaking dishes. "I'm sorry, Mom," I said. "That's all right, Danny. Just clean up the mess. I'm going to change. I'll meet you in the living room and we'll watch some television. That all right with you?" I just shook my head up and down. For her not to be upset with me for breaking a dish was unheard of. What was happening here? I'd sat down in the armchair when Mom joined me. She walked in wearing the thinnest nightgown I had ever seen in my young life. Mom's not a very big woman. She only stands at five foot two in her bare feet. She doesn't have great big tits either, but what she does have stick right away from her chest. The thing that got my cock hard that first night was the way her hard nipples stuck out through the pail green nightgown. When she walked across the front room to get to the couch the light from the lamp backlit her body. I could actually see the hair between her legs. What in the world was happening? It seemed that from that day onward Mom was always showing me skin. I'd come out of the bathroom and she'd pass me wearing just a towel. As often as not, she would brush against me and the towel would drop loose. She was always coming into the front room with her nightclothes on and little else. She went to wearing dresses and would show me plenty of leg getting up from the table or couch. I was confused. She acted as if I was a different person suddenly. From the time she'd stood watching me jack off in the bathroom things seemed to change, she treated me more like an adult, asking my opinion, even running her hands through my hair when she'd pass. Then Dad came home and everything was back to where we'd all ways been with each other. Gone were the friendly pats. Gone were the nightly shows of flesh. If I'd not known there was something happening between her and I before the way she was acting while Dad was there would surely have opened my eyes. The first night Dad was gone on his next trip out of town Mom showed up in the living room with one of his open armed undershirt. The scooped neck barely covered her nipples. That part would have sagged to her knees if her erect nipples hadn't caught on the seam line around the head hole. When she sat down and crossed her legs I could see all the way up her hip and under her ass cheek to where the lips of her pussy pressed out. Even across the room I could see the moisture covering the hair around her cunt. She was so wet that the hair actually pressed itself into her crotch in ringlets. I couldn't help the hard on that began forcing my cock down my leg and out the leg hole of my shorts. I didn't try to hide it this time. She knew what she was doing and it was an exciting thought. She was horny for her own kid. I was that lucky kid. I didn't know where this was going to take us, but knew I wanted to go alone for the ride. "Danny, are you all right?" Mom asked the moment my cock's head pushed out into the light. "Sure. Mom. I'm fine." My eyeballs must have been laying on my cheeks. I know my eyes would not break away from the slit of pink flesh being pressed together by her crossed legs. Mom's leg, the one crossed over the other began to swing backward and forward. "Do you like what you're looking at?" "I-I-I-I-I-I," stammered. I was pretty sure I was on the right track with her in this matter, but she was my mom and that put me a decided disadvantage. "It's really all right, Danny. I don't mind you looking at me. The truth to tell, I really like it. I must admit you have sure grown since I gave you baths." It was all right for me to look. Look I did. My hand moved from my waist to the leg of my shorts and I squeezed the shaft between my fingers and thumb. Glancing up into Mom's face I realized her eyes were fixed on the head of my cock. It was leaking the clear fluid that comes out of it just before I come. I glanced down and could see the shine from the table lamp against the liquid where it was smeared into the leg hairs of my leg. Those hairs were circles of wet ringlets. Mom looked up into my eyes and smiled. "Is that all for me?" she asked. "I can't help it, Mom. It's, it's like it has a mind of its own." "I'm not mad darling. I'm flattered. It makes your old mom proud to make you hard like that." Mom's smile told me she meant every word. "It makes me wonder though." "Makes you wonder what?" I fell right into her trap. "If looking at me does that to you, it makes me wonder how hard it would get if you touched me." "Oh shit. I . . . I think I'm going to come," I blurted out. "Stop touching yourself!" Mom used that voice that meant I was suppose to do exactly what she said to do. She came up off that couch and was kneeling at my side even as my breathing gasped from my throat. As she bent forward coming off the couch the undershirt gave up any attempt to cover her tits. The neck hole was open enough I could see the hair just above her pussy between the globes of her breasts. All of the front of my beautiful mom was on display She acted so suddenly my hand did pull back and the feeling of imminent explosion slowly went away. Looking into my eyes Mom told me. "If this is going to go any farther than right where we are it has to remain between us. I could get into a lot of trouble even letting you see as much as I have." "I won't tell anyone." No, I wouldn't tell a sole. Mom's hand came up and between my legs from below. Her fingers grasped the shaft just below the flared head of my cock, and skinned the material of my shorts upward. First her thumb and forefinger, then a second finger, then a third. By that time my shorts were beginning to bunch into too much material to move upward easily. "uuuuuuuuuuuuwwwwwwwwh," my breath whistled past my teeth. Mom's eyes came up from the head of my organ and locked with mine. She never quit looking directly into my eyes as she lowered her face until I could feel her lips lightly kiss my thigh just below my cock. Suddenly her eyes shifted to the end of my shaft and she lunged forward, taking four inches of cock into her mouth. The sight of mom nursing on my cock, the feel of hot wet suction all around the shaft, the marvelous experience of her tongue wrapping its self around the head was too much. "I'm going ta come," I warned. There was nothing I could do about my climax now. I was beyond stopping for anything. "M=m=m=m=m=m," Mom moaned as my sperm spurted against the roof of her mouth. She didn't stop moaning until I'd stopped coming. And, I didn't stop coming for a long time. Spurt after splash after jet exploded into her sucking mouth. When the final seep was finally out from my organ, Mom twisted her head, forcing my cock up away from my thigh. That almost gave her another shot of come. She looked up into my eyes and I could see the smile come around her eyes even before she'd taken my cock from her mouth. Slowly the smile reached her cheeks and lips as she pulled away. Her eyes were shining. In one motion Mom's hands both found the fastener of my shorts and the zipper was torn open. Once my shorts wide open she grasped the waistband and pulled downward. My short's legs turned inside out and final began moving toward my feet. When she stopped my knees were held together with the discarded shorts. She stood, swung one leg over my thighs, knelt on the cushion. I could smell her excitement. The musk of her pussy surrounded us. Her other leg came up, planting itself at my other hip. Her hands were busy too. The undershirt left, flung over her shoulder and into the corner in an unguided heap. The moment she was completely nude she brought both hands up to my face and bent forward for a kiss. Her tongue was instantly in my mouth, her lips crushed against my own. I felt one hand leave my face and glance against my stomach on its way down. She lifted my still hard cock between her fingers and sat down on it. I was wide enough she had to search for the center of her opening, but once lined up slowly began to slip into the hottest wettest place. I knew I would never be satisfied completely without that feeling. I would seek this hole for the rest of my life. I knew I could not live without pussy. "Oh my God, you're filling me so Good," Mom panted against my mouth. "Please Mom. Please don't stop. Keep it up," I moaned back. "Oh God I think I'm going to come again." My hips were thrusting, churning my cock into her body. I would pull out as far as the chair would allow and thrust back upward using the back of the chair and my heels against the floor to help shove my shaft into her. I could hear the wet sounds of our bodies coming together. I could feel the grasp of her cunt along the length of my cock as she suddenly froze above me and screamed her climax to the world. I jetted into her clasping channel, the flex of my stomach muscles so tight that I would feel the stain latter. My shaft jerked against her insides as the climax of my life claimed me. Danny's Mom part Two. Written by Sydney In my last story I told you how Mom walked in on me while I was jacking off in the shower and how the two of us moved slowly into a relationship that had little to do with being Mother and Son. I will admit to being completely confused, but eager for the next adventure. Here in I'll try my best to relate some of the things we did together. After coming twice into Mom's body, first her mouth, and then into her cunt, and only moments apart, we both weren't sure how to act around each other. I'm sure if we hadn't had the week of my Dad's travel to settle those feelings into some kind of understanding we would have gotten caught sure as hell. As soon as my dick began to shrink, Mom sent me to bed. She was upset, but I couldn't figure out why. I knew she'd come like gangbusters. Why was she so upset? Was she pissed off at me? Did I somehow do less than she thought I should have? Even then, I don't think my head had hit the pillow before I was into the most satisfying sleep I'd experienced since Mom opened the bathroom door on me three long weeks ago. The next morning Mom woke me by shaking me by the shoulder. She was already dressed. "Come on lazy bones and get up. I've got breakfast almost done." I sat up and blinked a few times, pulled my piss hard-on up under the elastic of my under wear and hauled my ass out of bed. I'd almost reached the bathroom when Mom stepped out the door. Her eyes dropped down my body and I heard her gasp at the sight of four inches of cock sticking up along my belly. "Oh Danny! Hurry up. We gotta talk," she said. "And, put some cloths on for Christ sake." I showered, slipped into a pair of shorts and went to the kitchen. Settling into my chair at the breakfast table I watched Mom carry a huge plate of pancakes over to me. She put the plate down and sat down across the table from me. Neither of us said a word for the first few minutes. I buttered and put syrup on my breakfast, cut into the stack of flapjacks and was bringing the first bite to my mouth before she said anything. "Danny. About last night," she began. "I don't want to up set you like I did ever again." "What make you think I was upset, Mom?" I asked. "Well, you sure looked upset." Mom's hands were clasped between her tits and folded into fist at the table's edge. Her whole body seemed to be primed to run. Run from what I wasn't sure. "I sure didn't feel upset," I told her. "Oh Danny! I don't know what to say." "Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked. The meal she'd put in front of me said a lot. She was feeding me like she did when she was particularly pleased. But the conversation seemed just a bit out of sink with the way I was feeling. "Yes! There I've said it. I did enjoy myself. But, I don't know if we should continue. I need to know more about the way you feel about it." "Mom, nothing in my short life has been as exciting, or as satisfying as what we did. Don't worry about what I think. You're the one who has to feel the same way." Somewhere in the last twelve hours I'd gotten more adult in my thinking. "Well, now I don't know what to think," she said. "I'm going to go into the front room while you finish your breakfast. Maybe that will give me some time to think about what you've just said." Mom got up from the table and twisted at the waist, then turned her hips and started toward the door. As she turned, the skirt of her housedress flipped up and I got a flash of flesh for just a second, and then she was gone. Finished with my meal, I drifted to the front room. I wasn't sure if Mom had enough time to think about our situation or not. Just in case she was still deep in thought I just peeked around the corner of the doorway. Mom was sitting on the couch, the TV was on but she was simply staring out into space. I stood there and tried to figure out where she most likely would be going with this. A slight movement at her crotch caught my attention. A closer look found that Mom's arm lay at her side, covered by the flare of her skirt. The hand at the end of her arm made the movement at her crotch. Mom was playing with her pussy. The instant I stepped into the room I could smell her. The musky aroma of excited woman filled the air. Mom's eyes were slightly glazed when she looked up at me. I moved across the room and sat in the armchair we'd used to fuck in the night before. "Danny, I don't seem to have much choice in the way I feel about you. Do you understand?" I could see the hand in her crotch still moving even as I sat there trying to figure out what to say next. "I don't want us to destroy the love we have for each other. But, I don't want to go back to the way things were before either." "I don't think our playing around will effect my love for you," I stated. "But, can you still take direction from a woman you take to bed?" "Why not? Mom, you're all ways going to be my mom. Are you really afraid I'll start telling you what to do? I don't think so." "That's a good point, Danny. But, there are times when I'm going to want you to tell me what to do. I don't feel real comfortable about leading when we're in bed or fooling around. At the same time, then if I see you doing something in our regular life I don't want you to do, I will feel a need to guide you. I get all mixed up." I sat there and thought about what she'd just said. If I got it right, she wanted me to lead when we were messing around, but still do what she said when we weren't. Okay, how hard would that be? Then, I realized that it wasn't all that simple. When did I lead? When did I do as I was told? "What if we make up some kind of code? When we get to a point you want me to take the lead, just sound off with the code?" Mom seemed to be looking into the future; a blank stare is all I got for a moment. It looked to me like she was doing her best to think about what I'd just said, but what her body was feeling right then kept her from getting two thoughts in a row. "Baby, would you do you're old mom a favor?" "Sure. What can I do for you?" "I want . . .. No, I need you too . . .." Mom's hand came up from her crotch, lifting the skirt in the process. When she stopped she was holding the hem just below her breasts. Her shapely legs now completely bare all the way to her crotch. She slipped her hips toward the edge of the couch cushion and her knees sprayed apart. The lips between her legs came into view. I knew she'd been playing with herself when I walked in, but the open slit down there was still a bit of a shock. I didn't reply to her, just stood and moved across the space between us, and dropped to my knees in front of her. I scooted a bit toward her and pressed her legs even further apart. My hand came up slowly, feeling the soft silky skin of her inner thigh as I brought my fingers toward the wet slit at their apex. "Any time you want me to get into this you only have to ask," I told her. Mom groaned deep in her chest. As I got closer, her legs opened fully. She brought her knees up and clasped my head between them, wrapping my neck in a velvet smooth vice. Her hands came down to the back of my head and pulled me into her cunt. She wanted to be pleased like she'd done for me the night before. I only hesitated for a second. What would it taste like? I knew its smell. I like the odor, why shouldn't I like the taste? Even as those thoughts ran through my mind I took her direction. There was so much to learn about. The taste was great. The instant I got my lips against her slot I loved it. My tongue flicked out and was immediately coated with her moisture. The odor and taste were not exactly the same, but I still loved the tang of Mom's pussy. "Oh fuck yes," Mom cussed. "Eat me, Danny. Eat my pussy for me." I really didn't know what I was doing yet, but began to explore the different textures. The opening of her pussy was roped with tiny muscles. I drove my tongue as deep as I could reach and extracted the slippery fluids running out of her body. I could feel the bumps of her muscles slide under my tongue as I drove it in and out. My mouth and nose filled with the spicy taste and smell of her heated parts. Mom's hands came down and grasped my face, one at the back, the other under my chin. She pulled slightly, realigning me within her crotch. She brought my mouth much closer to the hair on her belly than the hole up into her guts. "That's where it feels the best," she gasped out. "Right there at that little bump." I was licking her all over, but the instant I found her clit with the tip of my tongue I knew where she wanted me to concentrate. Her hips rose up off the couch at the touch of my tongue, and she pulled me into her pussy with her hands tangled in the hair at the back of my head. Her gasp of pleasure told me I'd been shown a magical place. I would not need to be led here again. Mom's hips began to trust up into my face as my tongue slipped over and around her clit. She was moving like she'd done last night with my cock up inside her body. Her ass was coming up off the cushions; her thighs were flexing with her effort. My face was coated with her fluids. Her breath was rasping past her lips. I was certain she couldn't keep this up for very long without coming. It didn't matter that I'd only read about a woman climaxing before last night. I knew she was on the verge of some type of cliff and wanted her to slip over it. If I could figure out just a bit more stimulation she'd come. I wanted to hear her scream out her pleasure just like she'd done last night while filled with my cock. My fingers came up off the floor and slipped up under my chin. I slipped my tongue downward and lubricated the middle finger with spit, and returned my tongue's attention to her clit. I drove my middle finger into the cavity of her body and she instantly began to come. Her thighs almost choked off my air, and her hips rose until the opening of her body was pressed toward my face. I continued to drive my finger in and out as my tongue rubbed the little bump up at the top of her slit. She began to relax, only to return to a panting, screeching climax. Then, she'd relax again, but just before her legs would slip from my shoulders a new climax would claim her and she'd grasp me by my head and tighten her legs around my neck once more. I took her to four trembling, thrashing, climaxes before she pushed me away. "I can't stand any more, Danny. I'm just too sensitive." I backed away then and looked up her body into her eyes. The love and lust I found there was payment enough for hours of this kind of labor. Labor that could only be described as a labor of love. "That was fantastic, Mom," I told her. "I'm sure glad you like it, Danny. Your liking it is going to make letting you do me a lot easier." "Don't ever feel you can't ask," I told her from deep in my heart. "I love doing that for you. I want to do it all the time. I leaned forward once more and brought my tongue up from the small strip of flesh separating her asshole from her cunt to the small clit at the apex of her sex. "Oh shit," Mom cussed again her hips lifting as my tongue pasted over the little bump. "Come here, young man." I looked up into Mom's eyes as I felt her pulling me by the back of my head. I rose to my knees between her wide spread legs lifting her hips as I came up until her ankles slipped to my shoulders. She sprayed her knees apart and reached up and pulled the buttons loose at the waistband of my shorts. In seconds she'd opened the zipper as well. She slid her hand inside my shorts and pulled my cock from the confines of my underwear. She lay there before me, her hand slowly stroking my hard-on her eyes full of the huge cock in her hand. "I want this a little bit different this morning," she said squeezing my cock. "Like this Danny." With that Mom slipped her legs off my shoulders and knelt on the couch facing away from me. I could see there was no way to align our bodies in this position. For the first time since Mom had flipped her skirt up onto her chest I was deprived of the sight of her pussy. She reached around behind her and lifted her skirt up over her ass cheeks. Once more and I could look into the pocket of her sex, this time from the rear. I rose to my feet and stepped closer to her offering. Mom's hand came up from between her legs and grasped my shaft about mid-way down it's length. She pulled me closer, guiding my cock's head between the slick folds of her pussy. She rubbed the coating of pre-come that covered my glans into the mixture of pussy juice and saliva coating her pussy. She smeared the head of my cock in our combined juices until I was well lubricated and then pulled me into her body with her fingers. "Don't worry about hurting me," she told me. "Just drive it home. I want all of it, now!" My hips flexed and I drove my cock deep into my mom's body. In one stroke I felt the end of her tunnel being pressed by the head of my cock. Even with her request for all of it there was another inch or so out of her body when it came to a stop. "Please Danny. Give it to me. Give it all to me." I could feel her fingers exploring the part of my cock still remaining out side her body. Mom's hips had pressed back while I was sliding my cock deep in her body, and she rolled her hips down and away as I took a second stroke. My cock all most came all the way out of her body. I could see the tiny swollen lips of her pussy open as the crown of my cock pressed them outward. I moved a small bit closer with my feet and drove my cock into her body. I could feel a hard surface deep inside her come into contact with my cock's head at the bottom of my stroke. I heard a whooshing noise as her breath was forced from her chest. Looking down between our joined bodies I could see the hair at my crotch smashed into her butt cheeks. I was as deep as I'd ever get inside mom. We began to stroke, pulling out almost all the way and then driving our bodies back together. I could feel the hard bump deep inside brush against the head of my cock every time I drove deep. I could feel the cheeks of her ass smash into my lower stomach as well as hear the smack of flesh hitting flesh as we came together. I could smell her now too. Fuck, it made me hot. Mom began to grunt the instant I started shoving cock into her and only stopped gasping as she neared her climax. That's when she started talking. "Danny, I want . . . I want to . . . I want to feel . . . feel you come! I want . . . I want to feel . . . you come . . . come deep inside." That did it. I was almost there in the first place and her telling me she wanted me to come deep inside was just too much. I felt the area just behind my balls tighten and the sack holding them tighten, there was a rush of feelings in my guts that exploded up and out through my cock, as jet after jet of sperm filled Mom's body. The head of my cock was up against the bump in her body and I could feel the head of my cock rub against it with each spurt of come. Mom couldn't hold it any longer. Her body began to shake as her climax took her over the top. My come seemed to be the extra she needed to come. She screamed so loud that I was afraid the neighbors might hear. I felt the walls of her pussy gripping me as she joined me in coming. Where ever we went with this from now on, I was pretty sure the concerns she'd shown earlier in the day had been put away. I sure hoped she would give me opportunity after opportunity to fuck her silly. Give me some ideas out there guys and girls. What should she do next? Copyright © 1999, Sydney. ALL Rights Reserved Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade : Monday AM, February 22, 1999 Danny's Mom Part 3 Written by Sydney Mom seemed to be avoiding me, and once again I was completely confused. We had fucked twice and she'd even taken a load right from the head of my cock into her own mouth. Now, she seemed to snap every time we spoke. I wasn't allowed to see her partially dressed, much less naked. She wasn't getting up in the morning before I had to leave for school and when I got home in the afternoons a note on the kitchen table would listed the chores she expected done. I figured she was testing me. Would I rebel? Would I confront her with our new intimacy? I would never do that. If she never shared her body with me again I had my memories to keep. I would always be her son. Whatever she wanted from me I would do. I was her willing slave. I came home that afternoon expecting a long list of chores, but found no note. I went through the house looking for Mom. She wasn't in the front room, although the TV was on. I went to her bedroom without finding her. As I walked down the hallway to my room I heard the shower running. Walking up to the door I noticed it was partially open. I could now hear low groaning noises coming from near the floor. I pressed the door open a bit more and looked in. I swear, at that point I was frightened that she'd fallen in the shower and needed help. The sliding shower door was open at the end closest to the room's door. Mom, sat against one corner, her legs sprayed open, one foot wedged against the edge of the shower door the other foot invisible in the floor of the shower. She was holding the massage attachment with its pulsing flow of water directed between her legs. "Oh fuck," she mumbled. "Hurry up Danny. Please get home to Mommy soon. I can't keep this up too much longer." A quick look at her face assured me she'd not noticed me standing there. The water was beating against her slit, which was open enough I could make out the pink enter flesh of her body. Most of the spray was striking her right where the hair between her legs folded into her wide gaping crotch. "I'm gonna come again," she said. At her words I looked up at her face, not sure if she were talking to me or not. She didn't seem to know I was there. Movement from a bit lower caught my eye, and I watched her hand come up and grasp her small breast between her fingers and thumb. The pressure she applied to the base of her poor tit caused the nipple to bulge out with blood. "A-g-g-g-g-g. Oh Fuck!" she moaned from deep down in her chest. Her ass flexed upward pressing her clit into the flow of water from the massager. I watched as the insides of both thighs flexed for long moments, her cries of passion bathing my ears. My cock was uncomfortable, extended down my pants leg like it was. I could actually feel the moisture escaping from its piss hole dripping onto my leg. Mom's climax waned slowly, but eventually she opened her eyes. I suppose I moved slightly for she quickly spied me standing there. "Oh, Danny," she said. "How long have you been there?" "Long enough," I said. "You sure are hot!" "Danny, don't you know better than to say that sort of thing to your mother?" Not knowing what to say, and afraid I'd said too much all ready I simply waited for her to continue. "Its nice to hear, anyway," Mom said in the next breath. She let go of the showerhead, which swung to the other end of the shower stall and promptly sprayed her in the face. Mom leaned her head back and accepted the spray on her face. Slowly, awkwardly, she straightened her body until her feet were solidly against the shower's floor and reached out her hands to me. I grasped her hands and helped her from the floor. Once standing she ordered. "Out of those clothes, Danny. I want all of the day's sweat off your body." My sexy mom moved out of the shower and began undoing the buttons of my shirt. Before she'd completed her task I'd managed to undo my own belt and jeans, sliding them over the swell of my ass and down my thighs. I think it would have been faster if I'd done my own disrobing but it sure wouldn't have been nearly as much fun. Once my pants were down I stood obediently still as Mom slipped the shirt off my shoulders and down my arms. The shirt was soon a pile in the corner of the bathroom. Mom slipped to the floor and eased both shoes, then socks off my feet before slipping my jeans the rest of the way off my legs. She met my eyes from down there before her hands made their way to my waist and pulled my boxers off. My cock was jutting up into the air, fully hard and leaking pre-come. She had a bit of a tussle getting the material of my boxers to clear the head but finally managed. The instant my glans cleared the elastic my cock shot up into the air, aligning itself along my lower body, pointing at my chin. "Step into the shower, Danny. I want to make sure your really clean." Once wet from the hand held spray, now adjusted from the pulsing splash to a gentle rain, Mom began to wash me. She used her hands covered in soapy lather to wash me from neck to toes. My surprise at her passing my cock and ass on her way down was rectified once she's soaped my feet, working the lather in and around each toe. Satisfied with her handy work to that point she once again sprayed me down and relathered her hands with slippery soap. "Danny, does our doing these naughty things upset you?" Mom asked as she wrapped her soapy hands around my pole of a cock and began scrubbing. One hand would slip up and down the shaft; the other worked up lather in the hairs on my ball sack. "Gosh no, Mom. I love it," I told her. Her hands now slipped around my waist pulling me closer to her body as she worked the soap into the crack of my ass. She seemed to take special notice of this area, scrubbing the area between the cheeks even working across my small puckered asshole. "The last few days I've worried myself sick about what we've done. This afternoon I couldn't control myself any longer though. I just had to have more of this." Mom's hand's grasped my soap-covered dick, one just below the other and began running up and down the twelve inches of man meat. "I've decided I can't do without it. So, if I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it all the way." I wasn't sure exactly what she meant by all of this, but what ever it was I was all for doing more of it. Her hands felt marvelous on my cock. My only concern was coming too fast. "I want to introduce you to some new things, Danny. Is that all right with you?" "What . . . whatever you want," I told her. The feelings along my cock shaft were driving me nuts. She leaned back on her heels, holding her soapy hands away from my body and told me to clean the soap from my front. She then took me by the hips and turned me to face her. Once she had me where she wanted me to stand, she leaned closer, and ran her hands around my ass cheeks and into the crack back there. My cock bumped into the side of her face as she worked her soapy fingers into untouched territory. "I'm going to talk dirty to you. Would you like that?" she asked. She didn't wait for a reply though, just kept slipping her soapy hands into the crack of my ass and went on. "I'm going to clean you up back here and then I'm going to stick my tongue in your asshole and eat it. I'm going to fuck your little rosebud with my tongue, Danny." "Oh-h-h-h-h-h," I moaned as her fingers found the dark opening of my body. My cock was jerking up against my abdomen and the side of her face, smearing us both with my pre-come. "I'll bet you'll like it," Mom said. She found my opening back there and shoved her finger deep inside my body. The soap lubricated it enough it didn't really hurt. In fact it felt really good. I almost lost it then. I don't know how I prevented the come from exploding into her face and hair. "You do like it, huh?" The nastiness of what she was doing, the words she was using seemed to turn her on too. The muscles around her eyes relaxed and the lids of her eyes lowered to half-closed. I was almost at the end of my rope. "If you don't stop Mom, I'm gonna come." She bent to retrieve the hand held spray then, having me bend at the waist as she rinsed me clean of soap. I was sure I'd never been as clean back there as I was at that moment. "Danny, dry me while I do you," she told me, handing me a fluffy white towel and taking up one herself. She'd almost dried in the air except for her hair and some splashes from when she'd rinsed me. I stopped at her breasts for a few moments, squeezing and rubbing the nipples into complete erections with the texture of the towel. Mom was all business with the drying of my body. She finally stepped in close enough I had to stop my own rubbing to let her inside my arm's reach. I could feel the head and shaft of my cock press against her naked belly as her towel did a quick job on any water still covering my back side. "There now," she exclaimed. "I want to fuck your brains out! Is that all right with you, Danny?" She didn't really need an answer. I think she was talking more for the effect her words were having on both of us than in an effort to communicate. She sure was having one hell of an effect on me. Once completely dry, Mom grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall toward my room. At the door, she released her grip and bounced into the middle of my bed. "Would you do your old mom a favor? She asked in a playful coy voice. "Anything! Anything at all," I answered. Holding her hand out in invitation she went on as I joined her on the bed. "Would you pretend I'm your girlfriend and make-out with me?" My arms wrapped her deliciously naked body as I settled on the bed. I leaned forward bringing our mouths together. Her lips were soft and smooth and I could feel the tickle of her breath against my cheek. I felt the tip of her tongue touch my lips just the tiniest bit. My own tongue slipped out until I could feel her lips part. I spent moments savoring the taste and texture of her tongue and lips working against my own. The build up of the last half-hour and our kisses quickly brought my breathing to a rush. I could feel her stretched out along my body; her small breasts pressed against my chest, my swollen cock throbbing between our bodies. Mom's lower body pressed forward and I could make out the texture of her pussy hair against the shaft of my organ. Her legs began to twine around mine, her feet stroking my own. She began to gently thrust her groin against me, pressing the shaft of my extended cock between her swollen pussy lips. I pulled away from her lips and ran light kisses down her cheek and into the hollow of her neck. I found the lobe of her ear and nibbled softly. In response her arms pulled me tighter against her body. I could now feel her moisture coating my cock where she pressed against my cock. Her legs were spread apart opening her crotch to rub along a portion of my cock's surface. I captured the tip of her tit between my teeth, bringing a gasp from her as I began to worry its end. The feelings my biting her tit caused brought her shoulders arching off the bed as she fed me tit flesh. Twisting and pulling herself up right Mom squatted above me. Her eyes were ablaze with lust as she ran both hands through my hair and directed my lips to her once again offered titty. "Enough," she moaned after only a moment. "Enough for now." She straightened her back until she sat against my middle, her crotch smashed into my rigid shaft. She took a few strokes, hunching her delicious ass and soaked pussy against me. "Roll over, Danny," she directed. "I'm going to do you now." Even as she spoke her weight lifted from my middle and her hands helped me roll to my stomach. Once I was settled, I felt her press against the swell of my ass and then slither down toward my feet. Both hard spikes of Mom's tits slipped across my ass, as her hands kneaded my back. Then, her lips began kissing the swell of my ass cheeks where they rose from the small of my back. I could feel the skin becoming wet from her tongue bath. Both cheeks of my ass and even the crease back there became wet. Her tongue and lips were hot where they touched me and the air was cool where the wetness she soaked me in evaporated. Her knees pressed against the inside of my things forcing them outward to give her room to kneel on the mattress between them. Her lips suctioned and her tongue bore between my cheeks. She was there, pressing, tonguing against the muscles surrounding my ass hole. The tip of her tongue found the opening and pressed deep. I never knew there were those kinds of sensations. The idea alone fanned my lust. The feelings caused my own moans to flow into the room to her ears, as I lifted my hips to give her easier access. "I cant take any more!" I shouted as I rolled to my side, forcing her tongue to leave my dark hole. "Oh God, come here." My hands pulled her willing body up to my chest allowing me to finish turning over. I could not wait another second. I had to have her. Now! One hand slipped beneath her soft ass cheek and lifted while the other straightened my stalk away from my body. She was forced to lift until her leg, supported by my hand, was straight out away from my hips, giving me room to slip the crown of my cock into the lips of her pussy. I watched as those lips opened to my shaft and pressed inward as the head of my cock gained entrance to her cave. Moisture ran from her body, the hairs between her legs plastered in ringlets against her crotch. The lips of her pussy were puffy and glistened with wetness. They opened to the demand of my shaft. As I began to sink into her belly the lips rolled inward. Four then six inches disappeared inside her. A lift of her body slid half of what I'd gained outward. A shift and she sank back until only three inches remained outside her snatch. "Oh Fuck," she gasped as she hunched forward then back. Another inch disappeared. Her hands found the flat of my chest and she began to thrust her crotch forward and back. My eyesight left where we joined and took in the total rapture on her face as she slowly, stroke after stroke, took me inside. My hips flexed on her next rearward hunch and our crotches finally joined fully. "Fuck, you fill me completely. I can feel you way up inside, Danny." Her hand left my chest and pressed against her belly as if feeling for the end of my cock. "Fuck me! Fuck my brains out! She shouted as the clamp of her enter muscles signaled her first climax. She never fully quit coming. Each stroke brought a new climax thrashing through her body. "Oh Yeah!" she shouted. "Oh Danny! Come Darling! Come inside me. Fill me up!" I wondered if the neighbors were home. My breath caught and was squeezed out of my lungs as the muscles of my stomach tightened and relaxed only to tighten into a knot as my come exploded against the very end of her cunt. She continued to hunch, driven by her repeated climaxes as jet after jet of come filled her body. She was too small and tight to contain all of my come and my meat as well. The white sticky juice from both of our bodies began to dribble from her lower lips, causing a froth of love juices to coat both of our crotches. Finally we began to slow. Neither of us could catch our breaths for moments. Our bodies were coated with sweat so thoroughly I could feel the steel hard tips of Mom's tits slide against me as she lay breathing hard against my chest. "I guess you do like the naughty little details," she whispered against my neck.