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Motherfucker
by rache

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross All rights reserved rache696@yahoo.com
Intended for adults only
See chapter one for codes and synopsis

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Motherfucker
by rache


Chapter Three


"I thought you guys were breaking up?" Chris said from the backseat of
my car, an old Honda Accord that I'd worked off over the previous
summer.

It wasn't a really cool car, not at all, but it was mine and I even
paid the insurance, although I was covered on Dad's policy. Still, I
felt proud of it anyway, and so I didn't usually mind giving my
friends a ride when they needed one. Like Chris and his girlfriend,
Ginny, who were on their way to her house after school. I wondered if
she had any idea her boyfriend had fucked my girlfriend and my
knuckles were white around the steering wheel.

"Yeah," Ginny chimed in. "I heard you guys had a big fight in the
library."

"Nope!" Wendy said, sitting beside me in the passenger seat. "Just a
little misunderstanding."

"So you kissed and made-up, huh?" Chris laughed and I really wanted to
punch him.

"We're gonna do more than that!" Wendy giggled, reaching for my arm
and leaning as close to me as the seatbelt would allow.

I mostly ignored her and found myself looking at Ginny in the rearview
mirror. She sat in the middle of the backseat, wanting to be closer to
Chris as he sat behind me. I could see her face just fine in the
mirror and I wouldn't call her ugly or anything, but Ginny wasn't
pretty either. She had sort of dull brown hair, brushed and styled
sorta, but nothing like Wendy's thick mane of wild black hair. My
girlfriend looked like a gypsy and that's what her favorite Halloween
costume was, by the way. Wendy made an awesome gypsy and she had the
sexy outfit and little cymbals for her fingers and a bandana thing for
her hair and...

Fuck! I still loved her.

I had to pretend I didn't though. I had to act like Wendy meant
nothing to me until someday when I least expected it, I'd wake up to
find that she really didn't...and then...I had no idea. I'd be really sad
probably.

So I looked at Ginny in the mirror, practically staring at the girl
while I drove, and after a minute or two she noticed. The girl
happened to catch my eyes reflected in the mirror and she'd been
whispering something to Chris, but she stumbled and stuttered for just
a second before regaining her composure. Wendy hadn't noticed and
Chris was a dope anyway. I couldn't believe Wendy had let him fuck
her! So he didn't pay any attention when Ginny's hazel eyes went back
to the mirror and I saw her cheeks turning pink as she smiled self-
consciously.

A lot of girls found me attractive. I knew it and I suppose it's the
reason Wendy and me had started dating in the first place. I'd never
give a girl like Ginny a second look because I knew I could score a
really hot girlfriend, you know? It isn't good or bad and I never
really thought about it because that's just the way it is in high
school. And everywhere else too, probably. But now I was taking a
second look and Ginny wasn't so bad.

She just needed to change her hair and get some nicer clothes. Maybe
lose like ten pounds or something, because she was sorta big, but not
really fat. She had nice tits anyway. Some serious melons on that girl
and her ass looked nice enough, so maybe not even ten pounds. Ginny
just had to get rid of that little belly she had, that's all, but I'd
fuck her anyway. I'd do it just to know I'd laid some pipe in Chris'
girlfriend and that would be some good payback, I figured.

Especially after I told him all about it.

I'd fuck every girl in school if I had to, I thought, smiling as a
plan started coming together in my head. Not every guy who'd fucked my
girlfriend had one of their own, but a lot of them did. Heck, a lot of
them had little sisters too. Randy Hanson had a sister in eighth
grade. Fuck was her name? I couldn't remember, but I'd seen her and
remembered how she giggled shyly and followed me around the fair the
previous August. She'd been pretty cute for a little 13-year-old
rugrat and if Randy had popped Wendy's cherry? I could sure pop his
little sister's, right?"

Payback's a bitch.

And the best part was that I wouldn't have to take no for an answer,
would I? Wendy had taught me that. A girl only says no because she
wants to be taken by a man. She wants to know how badly he needs to
fuck her. How he'll do anything to get his cock inside her horny hole.
Oh yeah. Wendy had explained that to me all right and I'd been paying
attention. No doesn't mean no, it just means stop asking and do it!

"Hi." I said without actually making the sound, just mouthing the word
at Ginny's reflection.

She rewarded me with wide eyes and a shy smile, glancing at Chris
before mouthing her own silent, "Hi!"

That's all it would take, I figured. I never claimed to be an expert
on women, not hardly, but I had pretty good instincts anyway...my
experience with Wendy notwithstanding...and that one secret shared
between our reflections would get me everything I wanted eventually. I
just had to be patient and let Ginny come to me. That's the other
thing Wendy had taught me - Girls are basically evil and Ginny would
cheat on Chris in a heartbeat if she thought she could do better than
him.

Or even if Ginny only imagined it would be kinda funny to fuck his
best friend, I thought with a smile for Wendy. She just hugged my arm
that much tighter, pulling my right hand to her bare left thigh as she
smiled back. What a bitch! I wondered if she'd stop me if I slid my
hand higher, under her cheer skirt and towards her shorts. Probably, I
figured, and probably that's what she expected me to do now that we
were all lovey dovey again. So I didn't try anything. I just stroked
Wendy's silken skin and tried to remember that I wasn't supposed to
love her.

"Thanks for the ride, man," Chris said ten minutes later as I pulled
to a stop in front of Ginny's house.

She got out of the car and came around to the driver's window, my
window, and bent over at the waist to thank me personally.

"Thanks for driving me home, Jimmy," Ginny said, pulling some brown
hair out of her eyes and I could see down her blouse. The girl's ripe
tits were hanging heavily against her bra and she had a nice pair,
like I said.

"Anytime," I smiled back at her. "Just give me a call if you ever need
another one."

"Okay!" she giggled and waved, ignoring Wendy completely.

"What a retard!" my girlfriend snorted after we'd pulled away from the
curb. "God! Tell them to take the bus next time."

I didn't say anything to that, knowing Wendy had gotten the same view
as me and hadn't appreciated Ginny's flirting at all. I was surprised
Wendy hadn't called the girl a slut, but I supposed her hypocrisy did
have limits. Maybe Wendy even had a conscience lurking somewhere in
the bottom of an old purse buried inside her closet under a heap of
dirty clothes. Wouldn't that be something?

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"Where are we going?" Wendy asked, looking out the window and
frowning.

"Your house," I replied, although it should have been obvious and I
suppose she just wanted to make a point.

"I don't want to go to my house!" she said. "Turn around. We're going
to your place."

"My dad's working until six," I told her. "What are you gonna do,
watch TV for three hours?"

"Oh! Ha-ha...very funny," Wendy rolled her eyes. "No, you know what I
want to do, Jimmy."

She wanted to hug my arm again and I ignored her this time. We didn't
have a captive audience in the backseat to impress. I needed the
practice anyway since every fiber of my being wanted to throw the car
in park, take Wendy in my arms, and kiss her. I wanted to love her so
badly and I couldn't, but I did, except I didn't want to. I had to
find a bridge and jump, that's what I really wanted to do. After I
kissed her.

"Come on," she purred, rubbing my shoulder and down my arm. "You know
I didn't mean all that stuff I said this morning, right?"

"What stuff?" I asked innocently.

"About how I'd never have sex with you," she sighed. "I want to do it
right now."

"Hmmm..." I shrugged as if I didn't care.

"I always did, even if you don't believe me," Wendy said. "I can prove
it too, you'll see. I won't say no anymore, I promise."

Wendy sat back and lifted her butt off the seat long enough to push
her cheer shorts down her long legs. They were red like her skirt and
I had no idea what she might have been wearing underneath, but I soon
found out when Wendy spread her thighs, pulling her skirt out of the
way so I could see her neatly trimmed sex. She had dark public hair,
but only a thin strip of it just above her slit. I tried not to stare,
but I'd never seen her pussy before and it looked as perfectly
beautiful as the rest of her.

"You can do anything you want to me, Jimmy," she whispered, tossing
her shorts over her shoulder. "You can lick me or dick me, suck me or
fuck me...Do you wanna tie me up?"

"Uhhh..." I swallowed hard and stared at the road, but my eyes were
drawn back to Wendy's pink vulva as she began to slide her long middle
finger between her pussy lips.

"You can tie me down and spank me," she sighed. "I know I was bad. You
can make me cry. I deserve it. Don't you want to punish me?"

SLAP!

I blinked as Wendy suddenly spanked her vulnerable sex. Hard too!
She'd spanked her cunt and I almost swerved into a FedEx truck parked
in front of somebody's house.

"Ohhhh..." she breathed, rubbing her pussy and nodding her head. "See? I
like it. I never let anyone spank my pussy before. You can be the
first. Spank it for all those other cocks I fucked, Jimmy. Spank it
hard, okay?"

"You're crazy," I whispered, looking between Wendy's lust glazed eyes
and her now obviously moist pussy. I could smell her juices and see
her labia glisten with excitement.

"Kinda," she giggled. "I just want you to love me. I want you to
forgive me, that's all. I deserve to be punished."

"Yeah, you do," I agreed, feeling my heart racing and I found it
almost impossible to stay under the speed limit.

We drove past Wendy's house doing forty in a thirty zone and if I got
pulled over, this was gonna be real embarrassing! I wasn't sure how or
when or even if I'd changed my mind about dropping Wendy off at her
house, but I didn't stop. I took the next left, squealing the tires on
the asphalt, and forced myself to lift my foot off the accelerator.
There were a lot of kids coming home from school and a ticket I could
live with, but...Fuck! Why wouldn't she leave me alone!

I glanced at Wendy's pussy again, helpless to avoid it, and she had
her middle finger inside. The girl was jilling off while she sat
there, watching me as I tried to get us home safely. Her other hand
played with her tits through the golden cheer top she wore. Wendy
massaged her tits, squeezing them in time with the slow, steady
pumping of her finger in her juicing hole. Her mouth was open and I
could see her tongue, so small and pink, darting between her luscious
lips as she gasped for air. The girl's thumb had found her clit and
Wendy stroked that swollen bit of flesh until it pointed outward like
a tiny cock at the top of her slit.

"Touch me?" Wendy asked in a soft voice I didn't think I'd ever heard
from her before. "Please?"

She sounded like a little girl dying of something terrible. Not a
whisper or even a breath, but something else. Like a shadow escaping
her lips and falling onto my heart. I frowned and took another left
and all the streets looked the same.

"I'm sorry," she said. "Just...touch me...here...feel me inside. Please?"

Wendy reached for my arm, taking me by the wrist and pulling my right
hand off the steering wheel. She made soft sounds, tiny whimpers of
pleasure as she turned slightly and pushed her sex towards me. My
fingertips touched the swell of her mound, the softness of her curling
pubic hair and the amazing warmth of her skin beneath. She'd pulled
her finger from her sex and I could feel her hand wet with arousal as
she guided my hand lower.

"See?" Wendy whispered. "It's okay now. I won't ever say no again.
Feel me, Jimmy. I'm so hot for you."

I could barely breathe and my cock strained uncomfortably in my pants.
My gut ached and I knew I couldn't trust her. Every word she spoke had
to be a lie. Wendy was evil, I reminded myself, and we were only
together because she'd blackmailed me. I'd tried to break up with her.
I hated her. Wendy. I loved her so much it made me crazy and I felt
her pussy beneath my fingers, warm and wet and inviting. She pushed my
hand against her, forcing me to rub her cunt and feel the soft folds
of her pussy yielding completely.

Wendy covered my hand with hers, curling my middle finger beneath her
own and we entered together. Both of us were fingering the girl's
slippery hole and I could feel her long, delicate finger stroking
mine, sliding across the knuckles and joints as she urged me to fuck
her pussy that way. My palm covered her clit and Wendy pressed her
hand against mine, wanting to feel more pressure than I was giving
her. I felt her clitoris stiff and hard beneath my skin and she'd gasp
and jerk every time I'd push against that nub of sensitive flesh.

"Make me cum...Make me Cum...Make me cum..." Wendy kept repeating in time
with her rapid breath, saying the words so quickly I could barely
understand them.

We seemed to be drifting along the street as I didn't give the car any
gas at all. I could barely watch the road and my foot hovered near the
brake as I tried to remember that any second I might have to stop. I
should have just pulled over, but I took another left instead. As long
as I kept driving I couldn't kiss her. I couldn't fuck her. I couldn't
trust her. The car would save me, that's how truly crazy I was just
then. I wasn't even really fingering her, I told myself, Wendy had her
finger next to mine and she was the one doing all the work. She pumped
her pussy hard and fast while all I did was curl my finger inside her
cunt and move it around slowly, wiggling the tip as if scratching the
buttery walls of her cunt.

"Ohhh! Oh! Yes!" Wendy squealed, lifting her hips and squeezing my
wrist so hard it almost hurt.

She was cumming and I could feel it inside, that odd quivering
sensation of her pussy sucking on my finger. Wendy bounced around
crazily, bending her back and putting her neck and head at such an
angle I was afraid she'd break something. She reminded me of my mom
sorta, except...more. I dunno. The whole thing kind of surprised me,
especially when Wendy suddenly sat up and lunged towards me, throwing
her arms around my neck and kissing my face while I tried to yank the
car to the right and...Stop!

We hit the curb with a thud and I had both feet jamming the brake
pedal to the floor as I pushed her away from me. I turned my head and
avoided her lips. I wanted to kiss Wendy so badly I thought I was
dying, but I just couldn't do it. All I could think about was how
she'd cheated on me. The things she'd said that morning. The vision of
her with my own father, fucking him the way she'd never fucked me. And
now she wanted to make love? After slapping my face with the truth?

"What's wrong?" Wendy breathed, pawing at me with her hands, trying to
get me to look at her. "I love you!"

"We're here," I told her, almost choking on the words because I didn't
want to say them.

"What? Where?" She blinked and looked around as if she'd forgotten we
were even in a car. "You brought me home?"

"Yeah," I whispered. "I'll see you at school."

"Jimmy!"

"Just..." I shook my head. "Get out, Wendy. Go home. I have to think
about everything."

We sat in silence for a long half-minute while she waited for me to
change my mind. I could feel Wendy's eyes and all that sexual energy
had turned to something else.

"Oh yeah?" She pushed herself off me with a hard shove. "Well, don't
think about it too hard, Motherfucker! Thanks for the ride! Jerk!"

Wendy slammed the car door shut so hard I thought she might shatter
the window, but I guess they build that stuff pretty strong. She gave
me dirty looks over her shoulder all the way across the front lawn
too. I know because I had to watch her. Wendy's black hair seemed to
swim through the air as the wind pulled it from her shoulders. Her
pleated skirt moved left and right with her hips and ass, those long
legs of hers...She moved like a cat, I swear. Wendy stalked away with
all the grace of a panther losing a fresh kill, retiring to lick her
wounded pride and plot her sweet revenge.

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"Man oh man oh man oh man..." I sighed, laying on my bed and holding
Wendy's little red cheer shorts to my nose.

I hated myself for doing that. Sniffing a girl's panties? It seemed
kinda retarded and they weren't even panties, but Wendy hadn't been
wearing anything else, so...I could smell her. I could even taste her as
I licked the nylon briefly and imagined I had my mouth on her cunt. My
right hand held my cock tightly and I wasn't really jerking off, I was
just sorta teasing myself.

Wendy had made my dick ache in the car and I needed to let my love
muscle stretch, that's all. I wasn't going to wrap my girlfriend's
shorts around my cock and jerk off...Was I? Oh yeah. Like I hadn't been
getting enough sex. Between getting my first blowjob the night before
and losing my virginity that very morning, and then getting my second
blowjob from that faggot Kyle at school, now I had to jerk off with my
slutty girlfriend's cheer shorts because I'd been too stupid to fuck
her.

I could have just boned her and then dropped her off! What the hell
had I been thinking about? Self-preservation mostly. A man can't live
without self-respect and slipping my cock into the biggest slut at
school just because she happens to be horny? It's supposed to be the
other way around, isn't it? I felt torn by my desire and loathing, my
love and anger for Wendy. I jerked off thinking about her with the
guys I went to school with, fucking my best friends. I could see them
in my head, pushing themselves between Wendy's widespread legs and
sliding their cocks inside my girlfriend's eager cunt.

It wasn't me that I imagined while gripping my dick through the soft
nylon of Wendy's shorts, but my friends. All of them gathered around
the girl, taking their turns while I watched helplessly. They had
their cocks out and while one of them would fuck her, Wendy would suck
another and jerk off two more with her hands. And always her dark blue
eyes were fixed on me, daring me to put a stop to it...or join in, or...
something. But all I did was sit there and jerk off and watch her take
another boy's hot cum inside her beautiful cunt.

"Shhh..." Mom's voice, and especially her touch, opened my eyes and
yanked me out of my fantasy, if that's what it had been.

"Mom!" I gasped, feeling embarrassed the way any teenage boy would at
getting caught masturbating naked on his bed.

"I came home early," she whispered, smiling beneath her blonde hair as
she replaced my hand with hers.

"We can't...I should...Uh..." I stuttered and stammered and we hadn't had a
chance to talk about what we'd done. I didn't even want to! I'd buried
all thoughts of my mom deep and hadn't thought about her all day long,
at least not like this!

"Did you miss me?" she wondered, kissing my chest and sliding Wendy's
cheer shorts up and down my cock. She didn't seem to mind at all.

"I don't know," I told her honestly, knowing that probably wasn't what
she wanted to hear, but Mom's bright blue eyes didn't waver from mine.

"I know," she sighed and kissed my left nipple. "It's so confusing,
but I love you, Jimmy. All you have to do is remember that."

She squeezed my cock hard and bit my nipple gently between her teeth.

"I love you so much. I'll do anything for you," Mom whispered. "We
have each other now, don't we?"

"Yeah," I breathed, watching as she dragged her tongue across my chest
and flicked it across my right nipple before taking that dark nub
between her lips.

"It's too late to go back," she sighed a moment later, after sucking
and biting my chest and giving me a pink hickey around my nipple.

That had felt amazing for some reason and my hands were in her golden
hair, long and luxurious like silk beneath my fingers. God! Mom looked
so beautiful, even dressed for work in a conservative skirt and
unbuttoned blazer, with a plain white blouse covering her bra and
wonderfully large breasts. She worked at a bank as a loan officer and
I could easily imagine the dozens of men she dealt with everyday
fantasizing about her. Like my friends at school who would say the
most outrageous things, wishing they were me just so they could be
close to her.

If anyone found out that Mom and I were having sex...Shoot, we were
having sex! I hadn't even admitted that to myself, not really, and as
dumb as that sounds, it's true. I'd locked those thoughts away and
refused to consider them. But now Mom pressed her body to mine,
kissing my face as she let go of my cock and tossed Wendy's shorts to
the floor.

"I need you," she whispered, smiling and even giggling breathlessly as
she straddled my prone body on the bed, kneeling and towering over me
like a goddess. I swallowed hard as Mom reached for her skirt and
pulled it upward slowly, exposing her alabaster thighs an inch at a
time. She teased me that way until I saw the shape of her sex, her
plump vulva covered with soft blonde hair.

"Mom, um...maybe we shouldn't..." I started saying, but we both knew that
we were beyond stopping. My cock lay stiff against my belly, oozing
precum from the tip as Mom took it in her fist.

"I know," she told me, making a face and biting her bottom lip as she
brought my cock to her naked pussy. "But it's too late for that...too...oh!
...late...Yesssss..."

"Ugh!" I gasped as my cock stretched the mouth of her already moist
pussy. Mom lowered herself slowly, gently engulfing the entire length
of my prick with her tight, wet hole and I had a perfect view. I'd
never seen anything more amazing in my life than the way her sexy
mouth swallowed my cock completely.

"Fuck me...Fuck me, Jimmy...Mommy needs your cock...Ummm..." she moaned
softly, urging me to fuck her and I did.

I held her hips while she sat upright on my dick, sliding up and down
with her palms flat against my chest. Mom's eyes shone with lust and
love, her smile warmed me all over and I'd seen it before, that look
of pride she'd so often given me as a child. When I got an A on my
homework or drew a picture she especially liked; when I'd learned how
to ride a bike and swim and a thousand other little things...Mom had
always been there to hug and kiss me and give me that special smile.

Now I'd learned to fuck and she'd taught me that too. I pulled her
down as I lifted my hips, driving my cock deep to stretch her tender
cunt. I found the very bottom of her sex and the dull sensation of
touching the pillow of her cervix brought my mother to a sudden
shuddering climax. We'd just started and I hadn't expected it at all,
but Mom fell on me, pushing her tongue inside my mouth desperately as
her pussy clasped itself around my cock with spasms of raw pleasure.

I came as well and it seemed like that must have been the shortest
fuck in history, but we didn't care. Thirty seconds after getting my
cock inside her, I held my mom tightly with my arms around her back
and my cock spurting semen into the depths of her incestuous womb. I
chased her tongue from my mouth into hers and Mom nursed on it like a
small pink cock, teasing me with her tongue and offering low, guttural
moans from deep in her throat.

"Ohhh..." Mom lifted her head and laughed lightly, red faced and giddy
like me. "See? No lightning..."

"Lightning?" I laughed, feeling my cock pulse slowly, weakly as the
last of my orgasm leaked into my mother.

"...God knows how much I love you, Jimmy," she said, but I couldn't tell
if she was being serious or not. it sounded sort of crazy to me.

She slipped off me slowly and I just lay there, feeling somewhat
guilty as Mom found Wendy's cheer shorts and started putting them on.
She hadn't even taken off her shoes, I realized. Mom had fucked me
fully dressed, except for her panties and I slowly figured out that
she hadn't been wearing any. I wondered if she'd gone to work naked
under her skirt or if she'd just taken them off before finding me in
my bedroom.

"Not a bad fit, huh?" Mom giggled as she pulled the red shorts snug
against her cum filled pussy and they weren't much more than oversized
panties anyway.

"They, uh...look good on you," I offered somewhat nervously.

I had no idea how I was supposed to act after having sex with my mom.
Normal, whatever that meant, no longer seemed to exist in our world.
Those shorts did fit her pretty good though, but Mom wasn't all that
much larger than Wendy anyway. A little taller maybe and Mom
definitely had bigger tits, but they shared the same sender build and
flat tummies, round hips and perfect heart-shaped asses. My mom, as my
friends had tried to tell me, was every bit as hot as my girlfriend
and now I could finally admit it.

"Thank you," Mom replied happily, pulling her skirt back down and
smoothing it, fixing her rumpled blouse and blazer.

The color in her cheeks wouldn't fade though and her hair was unkempt
and wild and she looked incredibly sexy. Like she'd just been fucked,
I told myself with a confused ache in my gut. I'd just fucked my mom...
again...and my cock was still hard. I wanted her again, despite the
guilt and nervousness I felt, the odd feeling that the world had
fallen off axis somehow. I wanted to make love to her one more time.
For a long time too, a lot longer than thirty seconds! And that
thought made me suddenly afraid that maybe Mom thought I was still a
little kid or something. I wanted to impress her, you know? But I
didn't want to act like a jerk either and I didn't know what to do.

"Are you alright?" Mom asked with a look of concern clouding her
beautiful face. "What's wrong?"

"I'm, uh...okay," I said, smiling nervously and wondering if I shouldn't
at least try to cover up my sticky cum-covered cock. "I just..."

"I know this is a little...different," she sighed and sat down on the
edge of my bed. "We'll figure it out though, right?"

"Yeah," I nodded as Mom's tender hand rubbed my chest.

"Are you worried about your father?"

"Ummm..." I blinked at that because I'd sorta forgotten all about him.

"You don't have to, Jimmy," she promised with a scrunch of her nose.
"He won't come between us as long as he has Wendy."

"Oh."

"I know you love her and I'm sure she'll make a wonderful wife and
mother," Mom told me without a hint of humor, "but she's a slut and
always will be."

"I know."

"That's why I'm going to take care of you from now on," she whispered,
smiling and leaning down to kiss me. "Just like I always have, Jimmy.
I love you more than anything else in the world, remember?"

"Yeah, Mom," I agreed and she'd told me that many times over the years
and I'd always believed her. "I love you too."

"I know you do," she giggled into my mouth as her hand slid lower to
find my erection. "A mother can always tell."



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end ch.3
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