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Food-n-Fast is a imaginary company, as are all the people in the story. If you enjoy this story, please E-mail the author with encouragement, recommendations, and illustrations to: [email protected] This story 7800 words and has 6 chapters. This is version 6.8 MOM'S HERO - Ellen & Eric Momshero.txt from momshero.zip PROLOGUE I don't know when the idea came to my mother to have sex with me but I think I know when the idea germinated into a plan. And I think it was a plan, one with several points where either one of us could stop without fear of exposure. Mom works for the government, supervising several people. I think it's a fairly important job. About once a month, she invites her co-workers over for drinks and a night of talking. Only once has a man shown up and if you heard what the women say about men, you'd understand why he never came back. I don't think any of the women are married. I know that one older women is a widow and several about mom's age are divorced too. The youngest, Molly, just out of college, isn't married yet. She's cute and always talks to me a little when she come over. CHAPTER ONE Summer vacation had finally arrived. Mom said I had one more summer to goof-off before my senior year. I could use some money for the summer though. The heat of summer arrived this week too. Mom works an experimental rotating schedule, four ten hour days a week, alternating Monday and Fridays off. It lets her have a four day weekend every other week. Today she had to work. The monthly girls' bitch session started after work. Since it was hot, they settled around our kitchen table, where is was easy to make frozen daiquiris. I was playing on mom's computer in a corner of the living room. It's a brand new IBM-PC computer system. It even had two floppy drives. It's for mom's word processing but I can run some great Basic games on it too. And, it was free from dad as part of the divorce settlement. Dad's company bought him a new AT with a hard drive. As usual they bitched about work, bosses and mostly men. Their department has several men in it and as mom said, "Not one of them has any balls." The other women heartily agree proclaiming all men to be pigs and those that work with mom, including her boss, are a bunch of cockless wimps too. In time the topic turned to sex and the general lack of it for the women around the table. Even the younger lady claimed not to have any sex life. One of the older women named Liz, said she just wanted a boy around a few days a month, for sex, when she felt like it. The widow claimed to have had partner just for sex after her husband died. She said it was like tennis, when either was feeling horny, they would call the other for an afternoon or evening of sex. No commitments, promises, and each was free to do what they wanted. "Recreational" she called it. Mom said she was scared to sleep around like that. The widow said "That's just the point, Ellen, I don't sleep around. I have just one partner when I feel like it". Molly said she had heard about a new VD going round that killed people. The other lady said she had heard it just killed queers who did it in the butt. They talked about ways of seducing men without looking too forward. The general consensus was to initiate physical contact with the man on some pretext. Liz said it was easy, but then all men are easy. Mom asked "In any case, where can you find a man worth the time?" I couldn't believe my mother was talking like this. The older lady said men closest to her, like friends, neighbors and co-workers were the best candidates. That brought a laugh "There isn't a real man in the building." one lady said, talking about co-workers. "Talking about real men, did you hear about Eric?" mom asked the group. My ears perked up at my name. She went on to tell them what had happened the night before. It was really nothing. A purse snatcher grabbed a handbag out of a shopping cart at the Food-n-Fast parking lot. He was running toward me when the lady yelled. I tried to tackle him but missed and tripped him instead. Some other people held him until the police came. Anyone on the football team could have tackled him better. I was just in the right place at the right time and got lucky that I tripped him. CHAPTER TWO The following Friday was mom's day off so she slept in. I was up early. The Food-n-Fast had called Tuesday and wanted me to come in for a job interview. Mom had been really proud, cutting the article out of the newspaper and sending copies to everyone. Mom yelled "Eric, can you help me? I forgot that I have a meeting today at work and I'm late." I went down the hall to her room. She was standing with her back to the mirror, looking at it over the shoulder. All she had on was her black skirt and white bra. Mom's got a pretty good figure. It's complimented by her short brown hair. She's always changing the cut to match the current fashion for women in business. She's average height (I'm a little taller now), with great legs, and large breasts. She has mostly 36D cup bras in her drawers. She is always trying to do something about her butt although it looks OK to me. She had both hands behind her back, working on the bra hooks. Her boobs were pointed straight at me as she looked over her shoulder. I stopped at the door. "Come here and hook this will you? I'm late." She turned her back to me, still holding the ends of the bra straps. I stepped up behind her with my heart fluttering. I had seen my mother in her bra before but always just for a second as she crossed the hall or pulled on a sweater. Now I was standing right next to her and able to see the bra in detail. The bra had four metal hooks and one was bent down. I slipped a finger nail under it and lifted enough to get it hooked. She turned around with a blouse in one hand, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'm late." she said as she put the blouse on and buttoned it. During that brief period I was able to look right at her boobs in the bra cups. The bra was rather structured with lots stitching for reinforcing. The bottom half of each cup was solid fabric. The top half had panels of lace. I could see skin thru the lace. She disappeared down the hall "I'll be home right after the meeting." That afternoon she got home just as I did. She asked "How did the interview go?" I said "OK, they said they would get back to me." Mom said "Come and tell me all about it." as she walked to her room. She sat down on the bed and pulled her shoes off. "The first thing they said was that if I had stopped that guy while I was at work, they would have to fire me. No heros allowed." I was standing near the door. She stood up and walked to her closet unbuttoning her blouse. I was tempted to leave as she took it off and hung it up. She said "Sounds like my department. Well, what did they say? What type of job is it?" "They gave me some stuff to read. They want someone to stock sheaves in the evenings." I said, not really thinking about it. I was more interested in watching her. She was now dressed much as I had seen her that morning, with just the skirt and bra on. She reached back and tried to unclip it. I held my breath. Would she really take it off while I was there? She continued to struggle with the clip, her back still to me. "Darn, the hook is still stuck. Can you get it?" I stepped forward again, always ready to assist. It was easy to unclip the bent hook but I took my time. "Well, did you get the job?" She stepped into the recess of the closet and dropped the bra off her shoulders. I was off to the side a little so I could see the side of one breast under her arm as she reached up for a robe. What a sight it was. Her back was still had the pale look of winter and the breast was almost ivory white. It hung down some and swayed as she moved. "They look... Ah they'll call me next week." I stammered. Mom pulled the robe over her, covering up."That's wonderful. Thanks for helping." As I turned to go she threw the bra at me "That's one of my favorites. Can you fix it with your model boat tools?" I looked at it for a second and said "I may have to use the school's drill press on it, OK?" smiling at her. "Don't you dare." she laughed, untying the robe, opening it, and retying it. She had opened the robe wide, enough for me to see both breasts and her black panties. The breasts were tipped with wide pink circles around the nipples. They were beautiful, even for the fraction of a second I saw them. The nipples themselves were flattened into the breast. The pink rings were maybe two inches across. The boobs sagged a little and were big enough to touch together. I had to leave quickly, feeling rush of heat in my crotch. CHAPTER THREE The next day, Saturday, was really hot so I went up to the apartment building pool, mostly to look at girls. Seeing my mother like that had got my blood flowing and checking out a few bikinis seemed like a good idea. It wasn't. It just made me horny with no outlet except to go home and jack off. Mom was home all day so I didn't even have a chance to jack off with her bra. I had played with her silky panties before but never tried her bras. The silk and nylon of her panties rubbing against my cock turned me on and I usually would cum quickly. I had to be careful not to get my cum on them. While I was fixing the hook, I felt and touched all of the bra, concentrating on the inside of the cups. I went back to the pool again thinking about the bra. I had to lay on my stomach most of the time. When I got home, mom had an early dinner ready for me. She was back in her robe, her hair in a towel. She was getting ready to go to an afternoon movie. She always did a good job on her make-up. Her eyes were her best feature, next to her tits, at least to me. She usually had mascara on and did her eyebrows so you couldn't tell she had done anything. Today, she had even put on lipstick. I think she was going with another lady from work, maybe with a blind date. She didn't put much makeup on when it was really hot but it would be cool in the theater. I sat down to eat, thankful that she would be gone so I could jack off without interruption. "Eric, did you fix my bra? Can you bring it here?" Shit, she wanted it back. No problem, I could play with another bra when she left. I could see her from the back, sitting at her dresser as I walked down the hall to my room for the bra. It looked like she had on panties and pantyhose over them. She was naked from the waist up, facing the mirror, doing her nails. Wonderful. I got it and walked into her room. She now had her hands up, blowing on the nails to dry them. From where I stood, her arms blocked her reflection in the mirror. I walked up behind her. Looking down over her head, I could see the reflection of the breasts perfectly. She said "My nails are wet. Can you carefully put it over my arms for me? Careful." She raised her hands. It took me several tries to get the bra right side up and all the straps straight. All the while I was staring at her tits. I was getting hard inside my Levis. The bra finally fell in place and I hooked it without being asked. She stood up and turned to face me. "Close but not quite." she laughed. I was already looking at her tits. Neither one was in the cup. Both were half pinched out at the bottom. It looked like it hurt. She still had her hands up in the air, like a surgeon. "Could you please pull the bra down?" I hesitated a little trying to decide what to touch. "They don't bite" she said in her best management voice. I grabbed the straps under her arms and pulled. It didn't work, she just leaned into me. I pulled on the center, between the cups and on the side. She fell on me again. She was laughing now. I suddenly felt very hot as my face turned red. She said "I'm sorry. Reach in back and unhook me and put it on right." To do this I had to put my arms around her, pressing my chest against her boobs. I unhooked it quickly. "The girls will love you." She said, stepping back. "It's OK, you can touch them." I put one hand under a breast and pushed up, pulling the cup down over it. This was the first time I had ever felt the bare flesh of a tit. It felt soft but heavy. The underside was warm, maybe moist with sweat. I did the same with the other, trying to remember the sensation of touch as much as I could. Somehow a quick feel of a boob through a sweater at school wasn't the same! My forehead was sweating and my heart was pounding. I had gotten a hard-on. I was starting to hurt inside my pants, all cramped up like that. I had to leave. Mom said. "You did very well. I'm glad you helped me...that you don't mind, you know, touching me. You don't mind do you?" Did she plan to talk all day? I almost said I liked touching her but instead "It's OK. I don't mind. I liked helping. Anytime." I mentally kicked myself. Why did I say that? Anytime, anytime, sure I'm willing to play with your tits anytime. I nearly ran out of the room as she pulled on a new miniskirt. Needless to say, once mom left, I got one of her bras and lay in bed jacking off. I had picked one with lots of lace on the top and satin on the sides. I rubbed the material over my hard-on, imagining that I was doing it between her boobs. I could feel the shape of her tits and smoothness of the fabric. It was great. I don't think I had ever been so excited. When I came, I shot cum all over. I pulled the bra away just in time. Afterward, sweating from the late afternoon heat, I lay replaying the afternoon in my mind. I hadn't forgotten what she looked like with the pantyhose over the black panties. I could see the panties well, so maybe the pantyhose was that 'Nude to the Waist' brand. I wondered what she would look like without the panties under them. Early evening, long before I expected, I heard mom's voice outside. I still had the bra in my room so I rushed to put it back before she came in. I tried to look casual as she looked into my room. "How was the 'Right Stuff'?" I asked. "Hot" she said in disgust. "The air conditioning was supposedly broken and it had to be a hundred degrees in there. I'm soaked." I could see damp patches of sweat under her arms and on the center of her stomach. Even her make-up looked smeared with the heat. She pulled the damp fabric away from her stomach, "I think there was a river of sweat running off my boobs. I need to cool off." She pulled the blouse out of her waist and unbuttoned the lower buttons, up to her bra. "And you should have seen the guy Molly brought along. What a weasel. If he's an example of the new sensitive man, I'd rather spend my evenings with my real hero." She blew me a kiss as she walked out, rubbing her hand under the blouse. That last comment made me feel good and I got up, following her to her room. She was taking the blouse off as she walked down the hall. I asked "Is the hook fixed OK?" Mom started to reach back to unhook it but stopped and said "I don't know. Why don't you do it for me?" I walked up behind her and unhooked all the hooks at once. I let go too fast and the elastic whipped the ends around her. "Careful" she said rubbing under her arm. She turned to face me, holding the bra on with one arm. She was lifting one bra cup a little and rubbing under the edge of the cup. "I think the heat gave me a rash." I tried my best to inspect the area with the professionalism of doctor. "Can you get the cortisone cream for me? Some hand lotion too." When I got back, she had taken the miniskirt off. I sat down to the left of her, on the bed. She lifted the bra over the left tit a little and said "Rub some on right here." I put a dab on my finger and wiped it over the red area. She reached up and pulled the straps off her shoulders and dropped the bra into her lap. She tossed it into the hamper. "That feels better. Put more on." I sat frozen in place looking at the bare breasts of my mother next to me. Every other time I had seen them, it was an accident, only a partial view, like from behind or the side yesterday. Or like this afternoon when it was just chance reflection in the mirror. This time she knew, she wanted me to see her half naked. "Go ahead, rub some on." I put more cream on my finger and rubbed it on the red marks under her arms. She lifted one breast and said "More here". I rubbed the cream in along the lower edge of her breasts, lifting and feeling them as I did. The nipples had popped out a little, protruding maybe a quarter inch. She leaned back on the bed and said "Is this easier? You don't mind do you?" The boobs flattened against her chest, forming large mounds now more rounded on top. They sagged a little off to the sides. She crossed her arms over her stomach, and pushed the breasts higher up her chest. I said "Anytime" Shit, again. I squirted some cream on my right hand and began rubbing it under both breasts and down the sides, under her arms where the straps cut into her. As I did, I could look at all of her. Her lower legs were hanging off the bed. From her thighs up she was laying back on the bed. She still had on the pantyhose. It gave her legs the look of a nice tan, compared to the smooth pale skin of her stomach. I could see the black panties thru the top of the pantyhose. They were shiny nylon with lace around the top. They came half way up to her hip but the pantyhose went all the way to her waist. Her belly button was just above the waist band. For some reason I wanted to kiss it. I had lost track of what I was doing. "Here" she said, taking the bottle of hand lotion. "Let's use this." She opened the top and squirted it in a circle around each nipple. I took a deep breath and put my hand on the nipple and smeared it around, and rubbed it in, feeling her breasts and nipples as much as I wanted. My left hand was in my lap and seemed to have a mind of it's own, trying to rub my crotch. I was wearing loose fitting shorts so my hard-on was hidden but trapped down in the pouch of my jockey shorts. I wanted to loosen my shorts so my cock could straighten out. Mom was really enjoying my massage of her tits. She closed her eyes and arched her chest up. She would sigh a little as I rubbed over the nipples. She didn't mind when I pinched them a little with my finger tips. I loved rubbing the lotion down the cleavage between her breasts, where only hours before I had imagined my cock. "Oh yes, more" she said, squirting a trail of lotion from her cleavage down to her navel. I spread it out over her stomach and lower chest with my left hand, as my right continued to play with her tits. I hadn't realized how narrow her waist was until now. I rubbed the lotion all over her stomach and down over the sides of her waist. Then I brought both hands up to her tits and rubbed both of them. The nipples were hard and stuck out from the breast. I rolled them a little between my fingers and tweaked them until mom giggled and said to stop. I went back to massaging the breasts. She put her hand down over her pussy. I watched her finger rub herself through the white panel in the pantyhose. I leaned over and kissed a nipple as she moaned and sighed "Oh, Oh" several times. I continued to suck and kiss for several seconds until she moved. She sat up and said "I bet you can't remember the last time I nursed you. That was nice." Shaking her head, she continued "But I think that's enough fun for today. This is getting a little crazy." She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. CHAPTER FOUR Sunday morning she got up early and went to the apartment building exercise room. It wasn't much but it had some machines we didn't have money or room for. I lay in bed masturbating, again, thinking about her tits. Would this happen again? Did 'enough for today' mean more later? I was still in bed when she returned. She knocked and walked in my room wearing tennis shoes, loose red shorts, and white tanktop. She had a bra on under it. Her legs had a little tan up to mid-thigh. From there up her skin was a smooth pale peachy color. She was sweating a little and her brown hair was matted to her forehead. She sat down on the side of the bed, "We need to have a little talk." She always did this, wanting to talk before I was awake enough defend myself or object. "Do you understand that I'll always be here for you? That I love you?" I nodded. "Good, I do love you and don't want you hurt. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. Did last night upset you at all?" I said "No. It was, well, I liked, you know, putting cream on you. It was, you know, nice." I didn't know where this was going but decided to help it in the right direction. "I mean, it was great." "I'm relieved to hear that. You understand that some people would get upset, that this has to stay between us? We can't undo what has happened and if we want to enjoy it again, we can't tell anyone else." she cautioned. "I understand how people feel about people in the same family touching. But I love you too, and want to do it again." There, I said it, I wanted to do it again. "Good, so do I. Maybe we can do some other things too. We'll wait and see about that. One other thing. I don't want you to neglect other girls. I want you to date girls and have fun. And if you want to be with me anytime, just ask. I'll always be here for you. You don't have to wait for me to ask you." Then she said "You better get going, kid, there's a cute girl down at the pool and she's, as you say, stacked. You can watch her while you do the laundry. I'm going to the mall shopping, see you for dinner." "Oh mom." I whined. Well, laundry wasn't bad if I could lay by the pool between loads. It somehow took me the whole day to do laundry, girl watching at the pool, jacking off in my room, and reading the Food-n-Fast employee manual. I thought a lot about what mom said and couldn't decide what to do next. So, when she got home, life continued like normal. After dinner I played computer games and mom wrote checks. CHAPTER FIVE Mom had Monday off too. She said she wanted to go to the pool and get some sun. She had realized that she looked too pale while trying on clothes. Mondays at the pool were always quiet. When I got out of the bathroom, she had her swimsuit on. It was a two piece. The bottom came up almost to her waist. The top was full cut as well, to hold in her tits. The shoulder straps were designed to be removable but mom rarely did. The suit was black with silver panels on the sides of her hips and the outside of the cups. The silver fabric was see-thru when wet. The pool maintenance man was the only one at the pool. As he left, he told us to stay out of the water a while until the chemicals were mixed in. Mom found a spot in the sun, close to an umbrella and spread her towel out. I settled in beside her. From this corner, you couldn't see any of the apartment windows or balconies, and the six foot wood fence provided a lot of privacy. Mom gave me a big smile and said "You want to put suntan oil on me?" She rolled over on her stomach. The sun tan oil was a clear oil and very slippery. I started at her shoulders and worked down her back, skipping over the bra straps, and spread the oil down to her waist. I put more on my hands and got up on my knees to rub it on her legs. I admired how beautiful and clear her skin was. When I got to her ankles, she said "Wake me in twenty minute." When I woke her, she offered to put some oil on my back. I was pleased that she would want to do that. I liked the idea of her hands rubbing oil on me. I could feel my cock swell a little with the thought. As she spread the oil across my back, she commented on how strong I had become. Boy, does she know how to swell my head. She tickled me, intentionally when she rubbed the oil in around my waist. She skipped down to my ankles and work her way back up. As she came up my thighs she rubbed her hands deep between my thighs, and I spread my legs a little as she reached my butt. She ran her hands up under my swim suit feeling my butt a little. My cock could now drill a hole through the towel. I felt her stop and sit upright. She said "I hope no one comes." I looked up as she dropped the top of her swimsuit on the grass and lay on her back, handing me the oil. I was a little stunned, here we were in public, out in the sun and she was topless. I looked around quickly, no one could see us. I sat up nearer to her and spread oil over her. I started at the breasts. They looked a different in the sun. They jiggled a little as I spread the oil. The skin was almost transparent and I could see little veins under the skin. Laying back like this the breasts were eight inches across and about two inches high. They almost touched in the center. The nipple was sticking up, more than I had seen before. It was a little off center of the dark patch. When I rubbed the nipple it was stiff to my touch and bounced back as I rubbed over it. I went on to the rest of her chest and stomach. When I got to her lower belly, I was in uncharted waters. I didn't know if there were any limits but I continued, rubbing oil right to the edge of her suit. It was a little too tight to put my hand under, as she had done to me. I kneeled and started on the far leg, a discreet distance down the thigh, and finished at the foot. Her legs were firm from all the exercise. I loved the smooth feel. I spent more time on the near leg, caressing it and really massaging the oil in. As I neared midway up the thigh, I did as she had and worked more oil into the inner thigh, between the legs. She responded by spreading them a little. When I got to the top of the thigh I decided to linger a little and use extra oil. I delicately used one finger to rub in the oil up to the edge of the suit. I was rubbing along the crease where the leg meets the body. I could see her take a deep breath and put a hand over her breast. I rubbed my finger toward the center, getting closer to the pussy. I had been moving my finger slowly, rubbing in small circles. When I got to the edge of the pussy, I quickly ran my finger down the inside of the thigh, from pussy to butt. She arched her back and then her hips for an instant. I drew it back along the edge of the suit slowly, rubbing in little circles again. Her eyes were closed and she was lightly brushing the nipple. She lifted the leg and raised the knee up into my lap, exposing more of the inner thigh to me. Her pussy was almost open, only partially covered by the crotch of the suit. I couldn't actually see the pussy lips but I could tell where they were. The cloth pinched into the slit a little, and the edge of the suit pulled in toward the center. I rubbed oil in even closer as mom's hips began to move again. The fabric in the slit of her pussy looked damp. I switched to rubbing the oil with middle finger and positioned the index finger to lay right in the slit of her pussy. As my hand moved, I touched the fabric over the pussy lightly, and then harder as my finger worked it's way into the crack. She spread her legs for minute then drew the knees together, tight, trapping my hand in her pussy for a moment. Then she relaxed and said "Not now." She sat up and examined her crotch. She said "Looks like I need to shave." I had notice some heavy dark stubble along the edge of the suit. The legs were smooth, recently shaved. "Let's get some sun first." She lay back, still topless and pulled a towel over her face. I lay down on my stomach but my hard-on was too uncomfortable like that. After a while when it didn't go away, I rolled over on my back. I loosened the draw string of my suit and the tip of my cock poked out the top a bit. I rubbed myself a little but stopped. I was too close to cumming and didn't want to do it here. I pulled my suit up to hide it. We both got too hot at the same time and slipped into the pool. It was warmer then last week and felt good. Mom had gone in without her top and sent me back to get it, in case someone came. She hooked it around her waist. She and I swam a few laps. It seemed to me that I had done this before. It was a vague recollection of swimming with mom, but naked at some family friends pool. The memory passed. I dove under water and swam along upside down near the bottom as she swam laps. It was quite a sight to see her boobs moving as she swam. I came up for air and dove again. She saw me and dove down to me. Her boobs seemed to be floating upward, giving her a Barbie Doll figure. I caught my breath, sitting on the steps in the shallow end and mom swam over, gliding up my lap until we were face to face. I put my hands over both breasts as she gave me a quick kiss, on the lips. She didn't have any make-up on, that I could tell, even this close. I had never realized how fine and delicate her light brown eyebrows were. Without eyeliner, she looked beautiful, maybe even younger. She pulled herself up and sat in my lap facing me, legs on either side. We were both still slippery from the oil. I was playing with the tits, savoring the feel of oily flesh. She slid forward on my legs until her pussy was against my hard-on. I regretted that we both needed to wear suits in public. She pumped her hips a little and her pussy rubbed against my hard-on. She said "You make me feel so young, I can't believe it. Do you remember swimming a Liz's?" Before anything else could happen we heard voices. Mom jumped off me and swam to deeper water, pulling up her top. Three teenage girls, one of which I knew from school came in. They were all really skinny and had on two piece suits, in bright day-glow colors. They all wore their hair the same. They were cute, about my age and only had tits because of the miracle of foam rubber. Mom got out of the water and picked up her things. I swam over to the edge of the pool nearest the girls and greeted them. Mom said "I'm going to fix lunch. Come up when you're ready." I was glad mom wasn't jealous about me and other girls. The girls talked to each other mostly and flirted a little with me. One knew about the episode in the parking lot. Once my hard-on was gone, I headed up to the apartment. CHAPTER SIX I walked into find mom topless again, making sandwiches. I kidded her about licking any stray mayonnaise off her. She kidded back "Oh would you?" looking down at her boobs to see if there was any there. After lunch she asked if I would like to shave her. Would I! I went to get the razor and shaving cream. She picked up a towel and asked if we could use my room, the light was better in there. I had to laugh when I walked in. She had spread the beach towel out over my bed and was laying spread eagle on it. Her arms were hanging over either side and her legs were spread to the corners of the bed. She still had the suit bottom on. I sat down on the bed and shook the can. I was about to dab on the cream when she reached down with one hand and pulled the crotch of the suit over, exposing half of her pussy. The edge of the suit was in her slit. I could see all of the outer pussy lip and most of the fleshy inner lip. It was soft loose skin, bright pink and shiny with moisture. The outer lip had hair stubble up to the edge. Mom had been shaving her pussy! At the upper end of the slit I could see long hair again. She had only been leaving a large triangle of hair above the pussy. I spread the cream on and began to shave. It was more difficult then I expected, the skin would move around more than on my face and working between her legs made it tough to get the right angle. I like the road grader method of shaving rather than the bulldozer approach. It's dangerous but does a better job. (I'll be happy to teach it to any girls reading.) I finished one side and began to pull the suit to expose the other. Mom lifted her butt up and said "It's easier if you take it off." I dropped the can and pulled her suit off to leave her naked. I spread cream over the entire pussy this time, only leaving the big patch of hair un-lathered. She said "Do a good job, I don't want you to scratch your face." Now I knew were I was headed! I wanted to work quickly, to get to the prize but still enjoy what I was doing. It may be weeks before she would need to shave again. She giggled and said "It's getting inside." as she scooped two fingers of cream out of her cunt hole. She wiped the cream on my thigh and then rubbed it in. As I shaved, she rubbed more and more of my thigh, working up to the swim suit. I paused as she ran her fingers under to suit, and over the inner liner covering my balls. I moved a little, spreading my legs. The suit was too tight for much of her hand so she just felt my balls for a while. Finally she pulled her hand out and felt up the front, feeling the shape of the hard-on through the suit. She said "Your suit is wet. You better take it off before things turn into prunes." I stood up and pulled it off. My cock stood at attention, pointed straight up to the ceiling. She said "My, oh my, you have grown since the last time I played with your penis. We should go swim at Liz's again. We don't need suits at her pool." I was embarrassed and sat down next to her and returned to shaving the last of her pussy. She wrapped her hand around my cock and played with it, then started stroking it up and down. I could have cum at any second. Attending to the business at hand, so to speak, I pulled the towel up and wiped the last of the shaving cream from her pussy. She put the other hand in her crotch and felt it. After rubbing a little, she said "What do you think, is it smooth enough?" I put my hand next to hers and run my hand over her pussy. "Oh yes, it feels very smooth." I didn't stop rubbing. I rubbed my whole hand over the outer pussy area, enjoying both the feel of the hair of the triangle as well as the smooth flesh of the area around the lips. I could feel a firm mound forming the top of the pussy slit. The slit began there and as my fingers explored, widened a little, and I could feel the small firm knob of her clit. Below that the inner lips began, soft and fleshy, warm and red. Her legs were still spread wide, opening the hole to her cunt. It too was red and warm, almost hot. It was moist and opened for my finger. I returned to the clit, her finger was along side it rubbing lightly. I rubbed on the other side of it, and when she removed her hand, sighing in pleasure, I put a finger on the other side and rubbed a faster. Her hips moved and then bucked up and down as she sighed and breathed out hard. She suddenly stoked my cock hard, in time with my massage of her clit. She stroked faster and harder and I followed, rubbing her faster as well. As I moved my fingers or changed area rubbed she would say "Yes, yes" as I found spots she liked. After a while she stopped me and moved my finger to her opening. I slid my finger in again, finger fucking her to the same pace as her masturbation of me. My hand was getting tired. I put my other hand over her pussy and switched fingers in her pussy. Now the palm of my hand was over her clit and I pushed down with it to massage it as I pumped my finger in and out. She became wetter and wetter. After several minutes, she closed her legs, let go of my cock and reached up to my head. She raised her head, pursing her lips in a kiss, gently motioned me to lower my lips to hers. We kissed like no other mother and son, hot and passionate, mouths open. Our tongue probed and played with one another. I kissed her face and nuzzled her neck. Her hair was moist with sweat around her neck. She giggled when I nibbled at her earlobes. I returned to kissing her neck and continued down her chest. I kissed and sucked each nipple and licked around the outer edge of her breasts, bringing a tickle induced laugh out of her as I licked under the arms. Her stomach and belly were kissed all over, with my tongue drilling into her naval. The odor and feeling of her pubic hair on my nose was unbelievable. I licked at her pussy and found her clit, sucking it a little and licking around it as she guided me, moaning in pleasure when I did it right. She lifted my head, pulling me back up to her. I straightened out on the bed beside her and wrapped my arms around her. The sensation was overwhelming, our lips and tongues passionate in the kiss, her breasts pressed against mine and under my body her hand grasping my cock. Her other arm came around my back, circling my waist. It slid down over my butt and she held one butt cheek. With her body and arms, she signaled me to move on top of her. My cock came to lay in her rich pubic hair, moist with sweat. It was a feeling unlike any before. She spread her legs as I slid down feeling my cock sliding into her slit. It was so warm and moist. It slid back and forth so easily. I could feel it just touching her hole, the tip almost catching on the upstroke. It felt as if the lips of her pussy could curl around my cock, wrapping it up. She drew her knees up and threw her legs around my waist, heels touching my butt. I raised my hips as she arched her back and suddenly the head of my cock was inside her. She tightened her legs around me and I thrust myself all the way in. She squeezed her pussy muscles, tightening around my cock. I buried my face into her neck, and reached down to hold her butt. We pumped and fucked and throbbed, faster and harder, deeper until the pressure within me exploded in cum. Her cunt muscle pulsated around my cock and she panted in a pleasure. I took several slow stokes into her, extending the feeling, slippery with cum and her juices. I lay on top of her feeling my cock shrink and slowly squeezed out, finally dropping out, wet and sticky with cum. We rolled over, side by side, and fell asleep. The day was still young. This was going to be a summer vacation to remember. EPILOGUE by Ellen By the end of summer, my son had realized that the 'stuck' bra clip had been a rouse. I routinely put my bra on backward around my waist, clipped it and pulled it up. I knew that he was looking at my boobs when I exposed them 'by accident'. I would have stopped my plan had Eric hesitated to touch me or fled my bedroom when I first took the bra off. That summer, Molly took up selling cosmetics and intimate items part time and found me to be a good customer. She told the ladies at one of their bitch sessions "For a woman not getting any sex, Ellen buys more sex toys then any newly wed." SPECIAL NOTES BY THE AUTHOR: This fictional story is the property of the author. E-mail address for the author: [email protected]. Other titles (some are available at MrDouble's web page): Shower Hero, F/m; Paint Hero, F/m; Model Hero, m/f/M; Icewater Hero, M/f, Condo Hero, m/f, Aunt Hero, F/f,m; Swimmer's Hero, m/f; Lightning Hero, m/f; Starlight Hero, m/f; Morning Hero, f/M. P. C. Comment: The purpose of this story is to inform and educate you as to the perils and horrors of incest, which are self-evident. THE END *---(:> MrDouble's Palisades <:)---* www.mrdouble.com Kick The Stones..... *---(:> Mr Double <:)---*