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Josh Takes Mom To College (F/m, Inc. rom)
From: broker6@ix.netcom.com (c) 1999
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Josh's hand slipped lightly up and down the shaft of his seven-inch
cock and, while squinting his eyes so they appeared to be closed, he
watched a naked form appear in the hallway just a few feet from his
bedroom door.
The only two people in the house were Josh and his mother, so the
naked figure hovering just outside his door had to be his mother,
Nicole.
My God! It's working, Josh thought to himself as he watched the nude
form of his mother creep down the hall toward his room in the soft
light spilling into the hall from the flickering candles on his
dresser.
Josh's heart raced at the significance of this. It meant everything
he had done the last few days was working. Of course, she wasn't in
his room yet. She wasn't in his bed, asking him to make love to her
flooded pussy yet . . . but . . .
Josh continued stroking his massive cock, but not too seriously. As
hot as he was -- hotter now that his mother approached the trap he had
set --Josh didn't want to take the chance of having an orgasm before
his first serious roll in the sack with his mother, something he was
almost sure would happen in the next few minutes if things went right.
Her seeing him stroking his cock was part of the plan. Another part
was for her to hear him softly calling out her name. But she had to
get closer for that. Patience, he thought. Patience. Just keep
stroking. And when she's close enough, start saying her name with
lust and love.
Josh watched as she entered, but stopped, in the doorway of his room.
She was definitely naked. Light from the candles on his dresser
bathed her full and finely shaped breasts, and cascaded down her
pretty, poochy little female belly. In her late 30's, her hips had
the fullness of maturity, but her muscles were taught, her well-formed
ass tight, giving her an ageless appearance that caused more than one
man to wonder how old she really was. Perhaps it was her blond hair
that made her face look so young, her slightly small but perky,
upturned breasts that made her look 30, and those sensuous hips that
gave her that "I know what it's all about" look of an older, more
sensuous woman. Josh lay in the semi-darkness and drank it all in . .
. his beautiful, blonde mother, naked breasts catching the light,
swollen clit poking out of her pouting pussy lips . . . it made his
cock swell another notch. For a moment, he considered stroking
harder, spewing a long stream of white-hot cum straight into the air.
As she stood wavering in the door way, Josh mentally patted himself on
the back. He hoped this would work. He lit the candles, turned on
some soft music, and then he lay in his bed and started stroking his
cock, but in such a way that his elbow lightly tap-tap-tapped the wall
that separated their bedrooms. If what had just happened between them
paid off, she would hear the rhythmic thumps on her wall and come to
investigate. Somehow, deep in her subconscious, she would know what
was going on, what he was doing. His elbow-thumping would have the
same effect as jungle drums calling a lost tribe member, and she would
be inexplicably drawn to it.
And, sure enough, here she was, standing naked in the doorway to his
bedroom. She lifted herself lightly on tip-toe to better see into the
soft haze. Her beautiful legs, muscles taught, caught the candle
light as she strained to peer through the soft light where her
handsome son lay stroking his cock.
Now, Josh thought to himself. Now is the time to start calling out
her name. "Mmmmm . . . Ooohhh . . . . aawww . . . mom . . . sweet,
sweet mom . . ." Josh sighed, stroking steadily.
Hearing her name caught her unaware, and she momentarily pulled back.
Josh watched through his squinted eyes, hoping he hadn't scared her
away, hoping she was not aware that he could see her.
"Ooohhh . . . mom . . . come to me . . . come to me, sweet mother . .
. I need your pussy so bad . . . sooooo baaaad."
Nicole reappeared in the door, paused, and then took several tentative
steps toward Josh, and then another hesitant step or two. She crept
forward in halting inches and millimeters. It took a full minute to
cover the few feet from the doorway to the end of his bed.
"Uunnngh . . . Mom . . . oh, where are you when I want you . . . mmmm
. . ." Josh moaned, closing his eyes to the slimmest of slits. By
now, she was so close he couldn't see her face. She was visible as a
blurred form from her sweet little nipples down to where her pubic
hair started.
Josh eased up on his cock and played with his balls. He massaged his
sack with his left hand while absently letting his right hand ride
lightly over his cockhead. Careful, he thought. This really feels
good. Having the object of his lust standing not more than a couple
of feet away added pressure to his already aching balls. God, I'd
really like to splat a load right on the ceiling, he thought. But I
can't. I have more serious work to do, he smiled to himself.
Carefully, he peered out of the slits in his eyelids. His mother was
now at his side. She was leaning forward just enough that he could
see her face. It was blurred, but he could make it out as she bent
toward him. As she did so, she took a small side side-step, parting
her legs, to gain a more stable standing position. Her shapely legs
glowed with a halo from the candle light behind her on the dresser,
and now, with her legs apart, her blond pussy hair glowed like burning
gold. Gingerly, her right hand slid between her legs. Josh knew she
was searching for her clit.
"Aawww . . . mmmph . . . oh, Mom, where are you . . . bring me your
pussy . . . bring it to me, pleeeaaaassse" Josh whispered into the dim
light that surrounded him, saying it as though he were alone.
And then he saw it . . . her hand arcing out from her body. It was
reaching into that space just above his cock. It stopped about half
way there, hovered a moment, and then continued slowly on its journey
that within a couple of seconds would bring it in contact with Josh's
bulging fuckmeat.
Josh closed his eyes. He knew it was only a matter of seconds before
she claimed her prize -- his swollen hot cock -- but he closed his
eyes because he truly wanted to be surprised when her gentle hand
settled on his burning manhood. He wanted to be able to open his eyes
and, even if he weren't SURPRISED, he would be surprised . . . if by
nothing more than when, at last, she -- Nicole . . . his mother --
took that final step across a boundary some cultures hold as
sacrosanct. As he closed his eyes to await those few remaining
seconds before her hand closed on his cock -- seconds that would seem
like hours -- Josh smiled inwardly, remembering the simple way it all
started just a few days ago.
In fact, it was a simple set of phone calls that started it all. Who
was it again, Josh wondered, trying to remember who had called.
Jenny. Yeah, that's right. Jenny. She called to ask Josh something.
He couldn't even remember what it was, but she got it wrong, and
called back. Then, she called a third time on another matter.
Through it all, Josh's mother, Nicole, had been puttering around the
study, but Josh was unaware that she even noticed the three calls
until she said something.
"I think that girl has the hots for you, Josh," she said.
"What . . . ?" Josh barked, jerking his head bolt upright. Hots?
This was new . . . hots . . . from his mother. She was basically a
reserved person. He'd never heard his mother say anything like that
before.
"Hots? Wha'd'ya mean, Mom?" Josh asked.
"Well, that's the third time in a few minutes that she's called to
talk to you." "Good grief, Mom . . . she lost something . . . has her
library card in it . . . wanted to know if I'd seen it," Josh replied.
"Hmph!" Nicole retorted with mock irony. "Any girl who calls three
times in ten minutes has more on her mind that a library card, you
handsome devil, you." Handsome devil? Who, me, Josh thought. Of
course, privately, Josh thought himself . . . well, not bad . . .
handsome, actually, but now his mother saying it made it different
somehow.
"Aw, C'mon, Mom."
"Don't 'c'mon' me, Josh. I've had my eye on you. You've become a
handsome young man," Nicole said, a definite note of seriousness in
her voice. There was something else in her voice, too, but Josh
couldn't put his finger on it . . . a yearning with echoes of the past
in it. "Especially during the last semester of school. You've turned
you into a man . . . a really handsome young man," she sighed.
This sudden flow of complimentary words caused Josh to sit up a little
straighter, listen a little more closely, even blush a bit. Not that
his mother hadn't said nice things about him in the past. She had.
She had always been head cheerleader in the Josh-Fan-Club. It was
more the tone in her voice, an elusive quality that sent a tingle
down his back.
Nicole stopped in the doorway on her way out of the room, turned and
said, " . . . and mighty sexy, too." With that, she gave Josh a big
stage-wink, and added, "It's enough to make a mom jealous."
That did it. Little bells and whistles clanged in Josh's head. What
was this all about. Mom, jealous. Nawwww . . . . Still, Josh
couldn't shake it . . . that new tone in her voice, a contrived wink,
sexy-me, and now she's jealous? Plenty of girls have called me, he
thought. True, the calls seemed to become more frequent, but this had
been Josh's last year in school. Graduation was last week. There had
been a ton of activities in the last month or so, and a ton of phone
calls as well.
Still mildly unsettled about his mother, Josh got up and wondered
around the study. He stopped and glanced at himself in the mirror
above the fireplace. On the mantle were several small framed photos.
Several were of his mother and his father, Mat, who had been killed
three years earlier in a crossfire during a rebel firefight somewhere
in Central America. Josh's father had been a freelance
writer/journalist. He always picked trouble spots to report on . . .
for two reasons: He loved the challenge, and it paid more. But, if
he loved danger, he also loved his family, and he kept a healthy
insurance policy in effect just in case. And then one day, it
happened. Mat was behind the berm of a shell crater when a handful
of rebels burst over the top shooting anything that moved. That had
been three years ago, and thanks to that insurance police, Josh and
his mother lived comfortably. It didn't take Josh long to decide to
become a journalist like his father, and he had spent his last three
years in high school taking journalism classes and working for the
school paper. And, true to his father's tradition of freelancing,
Josh had written some freelance articles for his local newspaper.
His work was good enough that he had received a scholarship at
Northwestern that fall. Since money wasn't a problem, Josh had
decided not to work this summer. He was going to stay home and study,
hopefully to get a leg up on his first year in college.
As he went over these things, he absently picked up one of the framed
photos and glanced at it. It was a picture of his father with a back
pack slung over his shoulder. Several cameras dangled from his neck.
He was smiling broadly, squinting into the sun and waving. Suddenly,
mat caught his own reflection in the mirror. The way he glanced up at
himself, kind of sideways, through narrowed eyes . . . it was like
seeing a younger version of the man in the photo. Suddenly, little
explosions started going off in Josh's head. Mom . . . jealous. Me .
. . dad.
"I wonder . . . I wonder?" Josh thought.
Josh glanced at the photo and at the mirror again. Could mom be
seeing him in me . . . me in him. And in a flash, a whole new realm
of possibility flooded Josh's mind. Until that moment, his mother had
been nothing more to him than just a mom . . . a good looking mom, to
be sure. A few of the guys at school had kidded Josh about his hot
mom, and a couple who didn't know, asked Josh if she was his
girlfriend.
Josh had a hard time keeping his mind on his studies the rest of the
afternoon. He'd read a paragraph, and then, minutes later wake up to
discover he was involved in a lurid scene in his mind. It usually
contained his mother, or her perfume, or her lingerie . . . something
to do with her. A couple of recent event also kept popping into his
mind. Like the time several days ago when he dived into the bathroom
only to find his mother toweling off from a shower, her lovely back to
him, water spots sparkling down her pretty ass like diamonds in the
morning sun. Or, a couple of days ago, coming out of his bedroom,
which was next to hers, and literally bumping into her in the hall.
She was wearing a short, completely see-through little nighty, and her
nipples poked through the sheer fabric like pink mulberries.
" . . . . Josh . . . . Josh . . . . ?"
Josh came to. His mother was standing in the doorway, calling to him.
"Where were you?" she smiled.
"Uh . . . I . . . uh . . . thinking, I guess."
"C'mon . . . dinner's ready," she said, heading for the dining room.
When Josh stood up to follow his mother, he was surprised to learn he
had a hard-on, and he had to lag behind while shifting his cock. He
wore baggy sport shorts, and a loose-fitting muscle sweater. It was
difficult to hide a seven-inch hard-on in clothes like this.
Dinner was uneventful, but Josh found himself taking more interest in
his mother than he had in a long time. In the end, Josh found himself
doing and saying things his father used to. It was, and wasn't,
conscious on his part. It was a little like that joke about telling a
child he can have an ice cream cone if he doesn't think about it.
Suddenly, all he could think about was his mother.
The scene from the den, as he stood looking at his father's photo and
at himself in the mirror, and his mother's more than passing interest
in him seemed to be leading Josh down a path of which he was unaware
only hours before.
And, frankly, he liked the feeling it gave him . . . especially
between his legs. Was it possible, he wondered. Me? Mom? What is
it she's seeing when she looks at me, he wondered. Me? Dad? Maybe
the two of us. Maybe just me? I must confess, he told himself, it
would be wonderful to fuck mom. She's gotta be horny . . . and she
thinks I'm handsome and sexy. And besides, she's about the sexiest
woman I've ever seen.
Josh still carried memories of the actions of his father from several
years earlier, and, true to them, when dinner was finished, Josh said
to his mother, just as his father used to, "C'mon, I'll race you to
see who washes and who dries."
Nicole stopped in mid-motion, as if paralyzed. It lasted only a
moment, but the look on her face told Josh all he needed to know.
For one brief instant, a look crossed her face. Her eyes became deep
and bottomless. Instinctively, she wet her lips so they glistened in
the evening light. Something . . . something was on her mind.
As they chatted away while doing their few dishes, Josh made sure he
touched his mother whenever possible. By standing on one leg, he was
able to touch her hip with his. He'd seen his dad do that, too. When
Josh's cock started to harden at the thought of what was going on, he
wondered if this had happened to his dad, too. It was okay if it had,
but what was he going to do if it got worse, if it got really hard.
Through sheer force of will, Josh managed to keep it half-hard.
Still, he got the impression his mother noticed the bulge in his
shorts once when she turned and took a dish from him.
When they were finished, Josh excused himself, saying he needed to
study some more. Then, before leaving the kitchen, he flung an arm
around his mother's shoulders and pulled her toward him and said -- as
his father used to do -- "Great job, old skate." Again, Nicole's
knees seemed to go weak. Josh really hadn't planned to do that, but
he was glad he did when he saw the result.
Back in the den, Josh tried to study, but as the night wore on, he was
beset with a wild range of mixed feelings. What was he up to? What
was happening in his head . . . in his mother's head? Was it fair . .
. to him . . . to her. And if it came to pass, what would be the end
result? Would they grow to hate each other? Josh knew he couldn't
stand that. His mother meant too much to him. Finally, he put his
books away. It was past 10:30. He had seen his mother heading for
bed a half hour earlier. He was worn out. He knew nothing he had
read that evening had stuck. Ultimately, he thought, I have to stop
thinking about this. That's what I'll do. Stop thinking about it.
I'll forget about this, get a good night's sleep, and start with clean
in the morning.
Happy with is decision, Josh padded in stocking feet down the hall
toward his bedroom, relieved that he had given up his lustful thoughts
about his mother. She was a good looking woman, to be sure. And
sexier than the average 20-year-old, to be sure. But . . . nawwwww .
. . not mom . . . mot me and . . . . .
That's when Josh heard it. At first, it sounded like a child's cry.
Then, it sounded like someone trying to stifle a cough. So many
different sounds he couldn't decide what he was hearing. He stopped
about halfway down the hall, and cocked his head, trying to identify
the direction of the sounds. He held his breath and listened.
"Mmmmmmm . . . . <sigh> . . . Ooohhhh . . . ."
What the . . . ??? Josh wondered.
He listened again. It was a choking -- kind of a clearing-your-throat
sound, and it was coming from his mother's room. No question about
it. Suddenly, Josh was worried. She had gone to bed a little early.
Maybe she wasn't feeling well, and now, she was sick, perhaps choking
in her sleep.
In three strides, Josh was at her door, pushing it open. He stepped
into her room and was about to call to her when he stopped in his
tracks. Illumination from the yard light streamed through the window,
casting light into the room. And, there, in the glow of the light, in
the middle of the bed was Nicole, Josh's beautiful mother, naked,
lying on her back, knees up, legs wide, shoving a large, pink dildo in
and out of her puffy pussy lips. She stroked the dildo with her right
hand, while her left hand massaged her swollen breasts and tweaked her
nipples. Her head was thrown back, while her pussy and hips thrust
upward, grinding into the dildo. Nicole brought her left hand down
and began massaging her clit in up and down strokes.
"Ungghh . . . ooohhhh yeeesss . . . fuucckk mmeee . . . oh,
baaabbbyyy," she moaned, driving the dildo in, and pulling it out so
fast it made little slurping noises as it slipped between her pussy
lips.
Josh blinked hard. What a sight. Not that he had never seen a woman
doing her thing. In fact, he had seen his mother's pussy, briefly, a
couple of times, especially in the last few days. A pussy wasn't new
to him. After all, some of the girls he went to school with . . .
well, you know . . . but this was his mother's pussy, and it was wet,
and slurpy and slippery, and that big thing kept disappearing deep
into her steaming fuck tunnel.
"Ohhh . . . baby . . . I want it, I waaannntt iiit," his mother
moaned, rolling her head from side to side. She rubbed her clit so
fast it made little slap-snap-snipple sounds.
Baby? Who was she talking about, Josh wondered. But he knew he
didn't have time to stand there and puzzle over who his mother was
thinking about just then. He had to get out of there. He had to
leave for several reasons. First, he felt quite out of place standing
there watching his mother writhe in sexual lust while she stretched
her pussy lips until her clitty stood as erect as Josh's cock was
starting to do. Which was the second reason he had to get out of
there. He had a hard-on unlike any he'd had before. It was all he
could do to keep from ripping off his shorts and jumping his beautiful
mother. He knew that if she were any other woman, his seven -- no
make that seven and a half -- inch cock would be deep in her pussy.
More than that, though, Josh just plain felt terribly out of place.
Well, not really. He knew the place he wanted to be. In HER! But
not like this. He had to get out of there. Slowly, he began backing
up, trying with all his might to remember exactly where everything was
in her room. With a little luck, he could back out of the room and
she would never know.
Josh was moving backward in safe little steps, but he couldn't tear
his eyes off his mother as her shapely breasts heaved higher and
higher into the night, and her hips thrust upward, then pulled down
sharply as the slurping, snick-snack noises of her fingers as they
flew across her clit.
"Mmmmmm . . . ooooohhhhh" she moaned. Then, in fast little grunts " .
. . ah, ah, ah . . ."
They came faster, and Josh knew that any moment, her climax would take
over, that she would thrash and flail her lust-crazed body. Now was
the time to escape, he thought. Quickly and without looking, he took
one, and then another big backward step and turned to go. But he
miscalculated. When he turned, he came sharply abreast of her
dresser, which stood just to the side of her bedroom door. It slammed
backward against the wall. All those girl-things on the top of it
rattled and skittered like marbles bouncing on a hardwood floor.
"Umph!" Josh muttered. "Damn . . . !" he hissed silently.
Suddenly, everything went quiet. The skittering on top of the dresser
stopped. Nicole's moaning stopped. Josh's silent cursing stopped.
Utter silence. Slowly, Josh turned his head. His mother lay frozen
on the bed, her hand still clutching the dildo buried deep in her
dripping pussy.
"Who is it . . . ???" Nicole called into the twilight. ". . . who's
there?" she asked.
Before Josh could answer, Nicole sprung to a sitting position, the
dildo still deep in her pussy.
"Josh? My God! Josh, is that you?"
Josh tried twice before he managed to squeak, "Yeah . . . it's me,
Mom."
Instinctively, Nicole grabbed the sheet and pulled it over her. But
she got the corner, and it covered mostly one arm and a shoulder.
Somehow, it made Nicole feel better and she sat up a little
straighter, and adopted something of a mother-to-son voice, seemingly
unaware that her beautiful dildo-stuffed pussy shined out at Josh.
"What in the world are you . . . ."
"Mom," Josh interjected, "I'm sorry. I was on my way to bed and I
heard . . . I heard you . . . and, well . . . I thought you were . . .
hurt, maybe."
It was one of those Oriental moments when both sides need to find a
way to save face. Never mind Nicole's body glistening with glossy
sexual perspiration, a huge dildo sticking out of her pussy, pointed
straight at Josh. Never mind the huge woody Josh sported, his rigid
cock straight out in front of him like the lance of a knight doing
battle in the lists.
About that time, Nicole, looking at Josh in silhouette, noticed
something not quite right about his clothing. "Josh," she sad
sincerely, "what do you have in your pocket . . .?"
"Uhh . . . Mom . . . I . . . don't . . ." Josh stammered, turning
toward his mother, crossing his hands in front of his cock-tented
shorts.
Nicole leaned forward, peering into the half light, trying to make out
what it was about Josh's clothes that made them look so . . . funny.
Suddenly, her breath caught. She knew exactly what was under there
and where it came from.
"Josh! You have a . . . a hard-on," Nicole blurted out. "Don't you .
. . don't you?
"I . . . I . . . guess . . . I do . . ." Josh stammered. It was
such an odd moment for him. In one instant, his fantasy was almost
coming true, and at the same moment, he was terribly embarrassed and
uncertain. Here he stood, in front of an exquisitely built and
obviously horny, under-serviced woman, with a hard-on that looked like
it would last well into the next century. Josh tried jiggling up and
down in minuscule little jiggles, hoping his shorts would somehow
billow, would somehow flair or settle and hide his ragingly hard cock.
When that didn't work, he quickly tugged at the waistband. Much to
his horror, just the opposite happened. When he pulled the elastic,
he somehow tugged in an upward motion. The leg of his shorts just
kind of popped up, looping over the head of his cock, which made it
peek out from under the fabric. It pointed directly at Nicole.
Once again, her mouth fell slack. Absently she licked her lips . . .
again . . . for the second time that day. Staring back at her from
beneath her son's shorts was a fat and very hard cockhead. My God,
she thought, how wonderful that would feel in my pussy instead of . .
. , and she quit . . . slammed shut her mind.
"Uh, Josh . . . why don't you go on to bed now. We'll . . . we'll .
. . . " and she let her words trail off.
"Okay, Mom. Yeah. Good idea . . . g'night," he babbled. Wheeling on
one foot, he was out of the room in one and a half strides. In
another three strides, he was standing in his bedroom in the dark, his
cock fairly bursting in it's skin, It felt like a ball-park frank
roasted until the skin starts to split.
Josh ripped off his shorts and baggy shirt and threw himself
stomach-first onto his bed, near breaking his hard-on in the process.
He quickly rolled over and started massaging his cock. It was so big
it actually hurt. He thought about getting up and closing his door,
but then he thought, "What the hell . . . she didn't . . . why should
I."
He lay there in the dark, stroking his cock. The vision of his mother
with that dildo racing in and out of her pussy glowed in his mind like
the old comic book Batman light signal beaming out into the night. He
couldn't shake that vision. God, his mom was hot. Her pussy lips,
even in the dim light were so puffy, so fat, so juicy. And those
sweet, pink little inner lips sucking the dildo, hanging onto it as it
slid out, and folding under, following it into her juicy tunnel.
Pumping his cock harder, Josh caught a whiff of his mother's pussy and
perfume that lingered in his nasal cavity. It mixed with the slightly
earthy smell of the pre-cum that oozed from the large, purple head of
his bouncing cock. Josh felt his orgasm approach, and purposely
slowed his pumping action. He just could not get rid of the vision of
his mother fucking herself with that dildo, of her fingers flying up
and down her slit. He decided to slow down and enjoy it as long as it
wanted to replay itself in his mind. He gathered pre-cum from his
oozing cockhead and lubricated the splitting shaft of his cock. In
his mind, his hand became his mother's vagina and he let the warmth
from the friction carry him forward. Stroke by stroke, he came closer
and closer to the scene unfolding in his mind: His mother, his very
own hot, sexy mother begging him to touch her, to stroke her dripping
pussy, to lick and suck all the juice from her dripping slit, and to
finally slip his cock into that gooey slit, the very same cock that
had come out of that opening 17 years earlier. Josh slowed his
pumping. His stomach was tense, his balls were drawn up so tight they
hurt. He needed to explode, but still he held off. One more time . .
. one more time he wanted to replay all this in his mind, and as he
did so, and as he realized he could no longer hold off the giant load
of cum that was surging through the hidden channels in his body, he
also realized one more thing: No longer did he feel odd or nervous
about wanting the woman who lay only a few feet from him, separated by
that thin wall. As his cum, propelled by a giant blast furnace deep
in his belly, rose and spit upward like a rocket, Josh knew that he
was going to have her for his own . . . and SOON! And, as the final
ounce of cum drained from his pulsing cock, Josh knew that as soon as
the sun rose in the morning, he find a way, a plan that would get his
cock into his mother's sweet pussy.
The only thing Josh could think of the next morning when he awoke was
what he called the direct approach. "Hell," he thought, "I'll just
ask . . . more or less." The more he thought, the more he liked the
idea, with a couple of minor changes. He wouldn't come right out and
ask, but he'd come close to. The morning after would be a good time
to bring it up. Don't wait until it's an old has-been event. Surely,
he thought, it must be fresh on her mind, too.
Josh slipped on his shorts and headed down the hall. He found his
mother at the kitchen sink, doing dishes.
"Mornin' Mom," he said, walking past her. He flopped into a chair at
a small table in the sunny end of the room.
" . . . Josh." she replied, not turning around.
He couldn't tell what her first word was. She must still be
embarrassed about last night, the thought. Somehow, feeling that she
was embarrassed made Josh feel a bit more sure of himself, like he had
an advantage, even it was a small one.
Josh got up and got himself a cup of coffee and flopped down again.
He noisily stirred in sugar, thinking she might turn to see what he
was doing. She kept her head down, working at the sink.
At last, Josh said, "Mother, I think we should talk."
She kept on working, but said, 'Looks like it's going to be a lovely
day."
"Mother . . ." Josh said, adding a note of insistence in his tone.
Nicole stopped dead still. Her shoulders drooped. My god, Josh
thought, she's crying. Josh crossed the room in a few big steps. He
flew up behind his mother and put his arms around her from behind.
Instantly, he became aware that his frontal area was pressed firmly
into her soft, shapely ass. But that didn't seem to matter just then.
"Mom," he said softly and with deep concern, "we need to talk about
this. C'mon, sit down."
Josh guided her to the table. He got her a cup of coffee and sat
across from her in such a way that he could drink in her figure, which
was clad in a simple cotton robe that revealed her shape here and
there as the sun from the windows behind her lit her from the rear.
She sat forward, elbows on the table, forehead on the back of her
hands, not looking at Josh.
For some reason, Josh was happy about this. Again, he felt he had the
edge, if there was one to be had.
"Mother," he said again, softly. Reaching across the small table, he
rested his hand on her arm. She tensed, as though to pull back. Josh
kept his hand on her arm.
"Oh, Josh . . . I'm so . . . so . . ."
"Mother,' Josh interrupted, "listen to me . . ." Josh launched into
an oratory that even he felt was slightly beyond his years, but it was
things that needed to be said, all the same -- in spite of the fact
that Josh meant to bed this woman before much more time passed.
Generally, Josh tried to get his mother to accept reality, to accept
the obvious. Everyone, Josh pointed out, is a sexual creature. We
all have needs, desires, wants, fantasies and most of us act on them a
whole lot more than anyone realizes, Josh said, feeling better that he
was doing a pretty good job remembering a chapter from his senior
psych class.
"You're no different from zillions of other people," Josh said, and
after a short pause, he added " . . . and neither am I."
He paused for a moment, and before he could go on, Nicole raised her
head and looked squarely at Josh, her eyebrows up slightly, as though
something had just sunk in.
"I know . . . I know," she sighed, "but, Josh, MY GOD . . . I mean . .
." and she trailed off again.
"Mom, will you stop," Josh said with a slightly put-on tone of
exasperation. "For God's sake, Mom, you're the most beautiful woman
I've ever seen," he said emphatically. "You can't tell me you don't
have urges. You can't tell me you haven't had needs since dad died.
You had them before he died and you surely have them now. You're
needs didn't die with him, you know. Look, Mom, I'll say it again . .
. we all have needs . . . hell, I even have needs . . . which . . .
was probably . . . apparent . . . last night," Josh said, pausing now
and then for emphasis and effect. As Josh said it, visions from last
night came flooding back, and a familiar tingling in his groin began
sending tiny shivers up and down his cock, causing it to raise itself
slightly to a half-hard-on state. Josh was aware of the awakening of
his "little giant," but he was not aware the way he was sitting with
his legs crossed loosely that anyone sitting across from him had an
unobstructed view into his loose shorts and his rising dick.
Nicole, hearing Josh call attention to his own needs, caught her
unaware. Up to this point, she had been thinking almost solely of
herself and her needs, as well as her shame at being caught raunching
her horny pussy by a son who more and more reminded her of the way
life used to be for her. And then, right in the middle of it all as
she lay spread-eagle on her bed last night, slamming away at her
pussy, there was Josh with his shorts standing at attention, obviously
sporting a stiff cock that reminded her so much of . . . how it used
to be. With these things in mind, and Josh's words about his needs
fresh in her ears, she turned her attention to her son.
"Oh, Josh . . ." she said. She was going to say something else, but
the sight that presented itself to her stopped her words in her
throat. There, in front of her, and within arms reach, was the most
beautiful hard-on she had seen in at least three years. Another
glance told her Josh was not aware that his cock had crept out of its
hiding place. She was sure Josh knew it was hard, but she was also
sure that he still thought it was safely hiding under the leg of his
shorts.
Josh saw her hesitate. "Yes, Mom . . . ?" he said at last.
"I . . . uh . . . I know, Josh," she said, finding her voice, shaky as
it was. "I know you have needs, too. I'm sorry, I was just thinking
of myself . . . and what you must think of me for what I was doing
last night."
"Aw, Mom," Josh comforted. "For cryin' out loud . . . you're not the
only one who does stuff like that."
"Wha . . . Josh, you mean you . . .?"
"MOM, for cryin' out loud. gimme a break . . . don't you suppose I
ever get . . . get . . . horny?
Hearing his words and seeing what she saw before her, suddenly, Nicole
could not resist. "It looks to me," she smiled, " like that's exactly
what you are right now." She dropped her gaze to Josh's crotch.
Josh followed her eyes and was surprised to see his cock peeking out
from the leg of his shorts. The mere mention of it from his mother,
and knowing she was sitting there looking at in the full light of day
caused Josh's cock to leap to attention. It went from half to full
mast in an instant, causing the fabric of his shorts to slide down the
long shaft of his swollen penis. Instinctively, Josh reached to cover
his throbbing cock. But, in mid-reach, he had a better idea. I am,
after all, going to seduce this woman, he thought, and like the old
joke says, if it feels so good out, leave it out. Instead of covering
himself, Josh let his hand fall so that it draped over his cock, but
did not hide it completely.
"Yes, Mother," he said with feigned propriety, "I get horny, too."
With that, Josh started massaging his cock . . . imperceptibly at
first. Just little squeezes, gentle stroking with the tips of his
fingers, and then, thumb and fingers, and finally unmistakable
movement of his fingers and thumb grasping his cock and sliding
forward and backward.
Nicole froze in place. She opened her mouth to speak, but it was a
full 10 seconds before a sound came out. "Josh!" she said, half
snapping like a mom to a child, and half breathless, like a woman to a
man. "Josh, stop that, please. After all, I'm your mother."
Josh grinned, but continued stroking his cock. Not in a lewd way so
much as in a way that said, "Aw, c'mon, mom . . ."
"I know you're my mom," Josh said, moving his had slowly up and down.
"But, after all, this is only fair. I got to see you doing yourself
last night. Now, it's your turn. Besides, I think you should know --
really KNOW -- that I have needs just like you," Josh said. He
continued stroking his cock in a casual way, watching his mother as
she turned her head away slightly, but with her eyes still locked onto
his cock.
"Josh . . . stop that," she said, head turned, but eyes locked on.
"What's'a'matter, Mom? Getting all wet?"
"JOSH!"
Josh slowed, but did not stop stroking. He lowered his voice.
"Sorry, Mom. But do you know how much you turned me on, last night?"
Nicole squirmed in her seat, and suddenly, Josh realized one of her
hands had been missing from the top of the table. By leaning forward
another inch, Josh saw Nicole's hand, firmly between her legs. She
looked like a little girl who had to pee, holding herself with her
hand.
Nicole fell silent, and Josh continued stroking his cock. Nicole
opened her mouth a couple of times as if trying to say something, but
she seemed to lose her voice. Her eyes were riveted to her son's
cock. Josh stroked on, but not fast. He felt close to orgasm, but
for some reason, he held back. There's time, he thought . . . there's
time. At length, he switched from fingers and thumb to his whole fist
and very deliberate movements. He pulled up so that the skin on his
cock bunched up around the base of his corona and finally jumped the
coronal ridge and nearly closed over the head of his swollen prick.
Then, slowly, he let his hand back down to the root of his shaft,
pulling tight the skin just below the purple head of his cock.
Suddenly, Nicole jumped to her feet. "Josh, this has got to stop!"
she said, and fled the room.
"MOM," Josh called after her.
"She stopped at the door and turned. "Josh, we can't do this again,
and we're not going to talk about it anymore. Anymore!!!"
Josh was surprised, at first. But on reflection, he decided it went
okay. Better than he thought it might. At first, her fleeing left
him with the thought that he had failed. But, she sat there watching
like she was in a trance, he recalled. And she slipped her hand
between her legs, too. In all, Josh concluded, it went much better
than I thought it would. In fact, my guess is she's up in her room
right now beating her clitty to smithereens. Bide your time, he
thought. Bide your time.
The next few days were tense. More so around bedtime than others.
Tension seemed to be everywhere. And, for some reason, Josh and
Nicole kept bumping into each other in the oddest places. Josh would
finish a shower, and with nothing on, he would wander the house
looking for his socks, and when he found them and bent down to pick
them up, Nicole entered the room.
Likewise, Nicole, having retrieved clean panties and bra from the
dryer in the basement, would run into Josh on the stairs on her way to
her room. Never, she thought, had things like this happened before
and with such maddening frequency or with such highly charged
overtones. It was as if the harder they tried to avoid each other,
the more they bumped into each other, and almost always it was in a
state of near or total undress. And sadly, Nicole realized, her pussy
was wet almost all the time, and her nipples were almost raw from
standing at attention and rubbing on the fabric of her clothing all
day.
Through it all, Josh continued to study the best he could, which
wasn't easy with a continual half-hard-on and a nearly naked mother
scooting around the house. But Josh managed to force himself back to
his books. He was even getting back into a rut again, studying until
around eleven or midnight. Sadly, he had to admit that he didn't seem
to be making progress in the Nicole department, although both of them
seemed to be seeing a lot more of each other's bodies than they ever
had in the past. Josh spent some time thinking about this in relation
to his senior year psych course . . . could it all be Freudian, he
wondered. Could it be something both of them were doing
"accidentally?" It would explain a lot of things. For example, it
would explain how two related people could "cross the line" without
appearing to do so. After all, if it was purely accidental, well, who
could complain about that. Having this little talk with himself
around 11:30 p.m. one evening made Josh feel better. Perhaps there
was still hope, he thought, making his way quietly down the hall
toward his room. He was quiet because Nicole had come by the study
more than an hour earlier to say goodnight. She would be sound asleep
by now . . . .
And that's when Josh heard it again. And this time, it was
unmistakable. It only took once to hear and remember the whimpering
sounds his mother made when she stirred her pussy with that big dildo,
or the little mewing sounds she made when she rattled her clitty with
her fingers. And what's more, the door to her bedroom was open, as if
inviting entry.
Josh slipped up to the open doorway and peered in, not bothering to
half-hide behind the wall. As before light from outside filtered
through her window and, as before, there lay Nicole, her blond hair
and bush glimmering in the light from the outside. And right in the
middle of that shining pussy hair was the silhouette of a hand
grasping a pink dong. Little slurping noises drifted up from those
wet pussy lips that sucked the dildo in deeper and deeper until Nicole
sighed and whined like a cat begging for milk.
Josh stepped quietly into the room, and, his heart racing. But this
time, it was not out of fear of discovery. It was because he felt
sure that, no matter what happened, because of the open door, he had
been "invited in." Instantly, Josh's little sausage became a major
league balogna. Without thinking, he slipped the leg of his shorts
over it, and began massaging it's length. Glancing to his right, Josh
saw the dim outline of his mother's dresser. What the hell, he
thought. Why not. A couple of sidesteps put Josh up against the
dresser. And one little shove with his elbow caused a repeat of the
previous night. Things on the dresser rattled and rolled around like
dried beans on a kitchen counter.
"What . . . what's . . . who's that?" Nicole called, sitting up. Her
beautiful breasts swayed from side to side, nipples standing erect and
silhouetted against the light from the window.
"Nobody," Josh said softly. "Just me."
"Oh Josh . . . Josh . . . I'm sorry. Did I forget to close my door?
Again? My God, what you must think of me," she said, dropping her
eyes like a coy little school girl.
"Yeah, Mom, you forget to close your door. I was on my way to bed and
I heard you . . ."
"Oh, I'm so embarrassed . . ." Nicole said. But through it all, she
never took her hand off her pussy. In fact, when Josh peered through
the dark, he could see the little finger of her right hand looped over
the dildo, holding it in place, while her middle finger made little
circles around her clit. Josh realized she was masturbating even
while she talked to him.
If Josh wasn't mistaken, her open flaunting of her sex, like the open
door of her bedroom, was another invitation. Clearly, she could see
Josh stroking his cock, and she made no effort to conceal or cover
herself. In fact, she was massaging that sweet clit which was about
the size of a marble, and growing.
"Oh, dear," Nicole continued. "Josh, can you forgive me?" she asked,
all the while her fingers made little noises as they slipped back and
forth across her clit. Josh had reached that point . . . that point
just a click ahead of the point of no return. Already in his head, he
was seeing his body arcing through the air, landing smack on the bed
beside his mother, and, while in mid-air, he shucks his shorts like an
acrobat so that when he lands beside his mother, all she has to do is
spread those gorgeous legs and, as if by magic, his thick prick slides
neatly into her waiting pussy.
But, damn it, she walked out on me the other day, and there I was,
cock in hand, ready and willing. Now, apparently she's ready and
willing and she thinks I should fall on her and pound her pussy into
seven kinds of orgasm. Damn! Damn, damn, damned if I will. She's
going to pay for that. So . . . she wants to know if I can ever
forgive her . . .? Sure I can. You bet I can.
"Of course I can forgive you, Mom. I'm sorry I burst in on you again.
It won't happen again," Josh said in his most apologetic and caring
voice. With that, he turned and walked out of her room. As he turned
to go, he was heartened to see her eyebrows shoot up, her mouth drop
open.
Gotcha! he smiled to himself.
He left his door open, too. His cock was still standing straight out
in front of him as he entered his room. In a hurry, Josh lit the
candles on his dresser, and then he put on a CD sexy New Age music.
He knew the light would filter out into the hall, as would the sound
of the music. He knew the next few minutes were the weakest part of
his plan. But, if he had done everything right, walking out on his
mother when she obviously expected him to fall into her bed, would
bring her, possibly on her knees, to his bed.
He dropped his shorts and got into bed, being careful to position
himself so that when he took his cock in his right hand, his elbow
just touched the wall that separated his bedroom from his mother's.
He waited a couple of minutes, and then began moving his hand on his
cock, more for the noise his elbow made against the wall than the
effect his fake jacking off had on his cock.
And that's when he saw her figure out in the hall, just outside his
door, and that's when he squinted his eyes shut so she would think he
was lost in his own pleasure, so she would think he had given up on
her. Mother's guilt! He was counting heavily on that emotion now as
he watched her respond to his words while waving his cock in her face.
She was at his bedside, now, her hand still hovering like a spacecraft
orbiting his cock.
Yes, Josh thought, coming back to the moment. That's how it all
started, and this was how it would end. She still had to cross the
line, she still had to drop her hand and feel the pre-cum that
dribbled down the sides his engorged cockhead, she had to want it bad
enough to throw caution out the window.
Josh had just gripped his cock at it's root, down where it flared out
to about a half inch more girth than up higher. He always liked
feeling his cock in that place, that sensitive place where it
disappeared between his legs. If he circled his cock with his fingers
and thumb and squeezed, it made his pussy-tool ache and throb, but in
a way that promised relief when his cooling semen washed over whatever
was in front of it. This night, it would be his mother's cervix. The
cum would well up through his cock and plunge into her pussy,
splashing over her the entrance to her womb, the place from which he
came, and because his cock was so large and wide, his cum, like water
in a brook, would seek the path of least resistance. It would flow
backward, up her love channel, and out and it would spill downward,
coating her sweet little rosebud of an asshole, lubricating it for
later, for after Josh had let his cock soak in their mutual cocktail
of love -- her pussy juice and his cream of love.
Josh cracked open his eyes again. She was there, by his side, her
hand still above his cock, but lowering a millimeter at a time, down,
down, and down farther. It was then that Josh changed his mind.
Watching her hand lowering itself onto his love-tool, he realized that
he was madly in love with his mother. She was his genesis, his
beginning, his life-source. He loved her for that, and it was an easy
thing for that to become true love. He no longer wanted to punish
her, to make her beg or crawl or demean herself. After all, his
revelation told him, this was the woman with whom he was going to
spend the rest of his life, and so he reached out to her.
He lifted his hand until his fingers touched hers lightly and since
they were already part of each other, the communication was instant
and electric. Both hands stopped in mid-air, fingers touching lightly
at the tips amid the glow of candles and the sounds of sweet music.
And then, Josh slid his hand up slightly, opened his fingers, and
gripped her fingers gently with his. The connection was made, the
message passed and received.
Silently, Nicole sat on the edge of Josh's bed. They gazed at each
other steadily for a full minute. That's how long it took for Nicole
to lean forward and lower her mouth to his. Their lips met, and if
emotions sparks, the whole house would have burst into flame.
Leaning forward that way, Nicole's breast pressed into Josh's chest.
He released her fingers and dropped his hand into her lap.
Instinctively, she parted her legs and Josh's fingers found her
slippery slit. He gingerly fingered her swollen clit. His first
touch made Nicole jump as though pricked by a needle. She stiffened
for a moment, and then relaxed and reached into the darkness with her
free hand until it found what she wanted . . . Josh's nearly bursting
cock.
Slowly and in unison, Nicole and Josh began massaging one another.
Josh rolled his mother's clit beneath his fingers while she raised and
lowered her dainty hand up and down his love shaft. Finally, she
broke the kiss and Josh slid over, making room for her on the bed.
"Not just yet, sweet boy," Nicole said. "There's something I want to
do first. Your father and I used to do this." And she turned and
lowered her mouth over the pulsing, throbbing knob of Josh's cock and
began licking like a kitten lapping milk.
"Oh, Mom . . . Oh, my God . . . dear God in heaven . . ." Josh
sighed.
Nicole pushed him back and he understood she wanted him to lay back
and enjoy.
Nicole licked and sucked, stopping now and then to run her tongue the
length of Josh's meaty love mast. Meantime, she cupped his balls in
her hand and squeezed them gently, stopping now and then to lick and
suck them into her mouth. Then, it was back to his cock which she
sucked with fervor and love.
Josh could feel the familiar twinges begin deep in his belly. He knew
it was only a matter of time before she got his innermost love potion.
He was happy beyond words, and was just thinking how there could not
possibly be one more thing she could do to him that would make him
happier when she did just that.
She had just taken his cock into her mouth when she changed positions
slightly. Josh knew something was going on, but he was so delirious
that he didn't pay much attention. Suddenly, he felt the head of his
cock bump into something solid. It was the back of Nicole's mouth.
And then, as if by magic, he felt all the muscles in her throat go
slack, and he felt his mother push firmly and steadily.
Slowly but certainly, Josh's cock began to slip into her throat. She
was deep-throating him. Josh was alarmed momentarily. Surely she was
not going to take his entire seven inches. Could she do that without
injury? But still she held her hand on his chest, and still she
pushed and still his cock sank deeper and deeper into her throat. She
didn't stop until her nose pressed against his pubic bone, until his
entire cock disappeared into her mouth.
Well, Josh thought, that's got to be it! That's got to be the
ultimate in love between a mother and son, in fact, the ultimate in
love making. But again, Josh was in for a surprise. Somehow, Nicole
began swallowing. Each swallow caused the muscles in her throat to
ripple downward pulling the head of his cock deeper and deeper into
her throat and, Great God, bringing Josh to the brink of heaven on
earth.
It also triggered the ultimate in Josh. He could hold back no longer.
From deep within, his white lava began to flow. Spurt after spurt,
contraction after contraction rocked his body, jerked cock and filled
his mother's throat with salty-sweet love-cum.
Through it all, Josh was stricken with amazement. How can she do
that? How can she hold her breath so long. Josh was sure he had been
cuming for half an hour, which in truth was probably more like thirty
seconds. But she had his cock in her throat for . . . what? . . . a
minute . . . two minutes. My God, he thought, I have the most
incredible woman in the world, and beautiful part is, I've had her all
of my life.
Slowly, Nicole released Josh's cock. As it slid out of her throat and
out of her mouth, it began doing that damned typical male thing. It
deflated.
"Not to worry, Mom, " Josh said. I just realized this week that I've
been wanting to do this for so long that I'm sure my cock will make a
valiant comeback in not time.
"Oh, Josh . . . and what is it you've been wanting to do?"
Without explanation, Josh rolled his mother on her back and began
kissing her sex-hardened breasts, paying particular attention to her
nipples, both of which felt like mulberries frozen hard by the north
wind. He kissed his way down to her sweet little belly, dipped his
tongue into her naval, and on down to where her body split in two,
where two halves of her came together, where, tucked inside these two
halves was a sweet, hard little point that reached out into the night,
begging to be kissed, licked and sucked.
Josh directed a breath of hot airflow across her labia and clit. When
he took another breath in readiness to do it again, he inhaled her
sex-scent and instantly, a connection was established between his nose
and the root of his cock, which began to swell at the scent of her
steaming pussy.
He flicked his tongue like a Cobra until it touched Nicole's swollen
clitoris. She jumped again. "OH, GOD!" she cried. "OH, JOSH, BABY,
" she moaned. "Do me . . . do mommy . . . do mommy's itty bitty
clitty."
Josh needed no prodding. He ran his tongue the length of her swollen
and dripping slit, noticing where his tongue dipped into wetness, and
where it rode over high points, and, at the very end, where it found
the sweet, puckered rosebud of her ass lying silently sleeping, but
ready to be awakened just behind the entrance to her tunnel of love.
Up and down his tongue traveled until he felt her surrender completely
to the application of his pussy-juice slickened tongue. Then, on one
of his down stokes, he let his tongue travel farther back, while
simultaneously he raised her legs, spreading her pussy wide open, and
changing the angle of her bottom so that her rosebud now lay exposed,
inviting his tongue to its entrance.
Josh splayed his tongue wide and covered her rosebud, and then, in the
tiniest of movement, began letting the roughness of his tongue awaken
the nerve endings that lay just beneath the surface of her relaxing
asshole.
"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD . . . what are you doing . . . don't stop
ohgogohgod don't stop."
Josh swirled his tongue round and round her asshole, stopping now and
then to push the tip just to the point of possible entry, and then,
back out and round and round again.
"OH BABY . . . you're so good to me. You're so good to mommy . . .
keep it up sweetest of sweets . . . I'm so close . . . dooonnnn'ttt
stoppppp."
Josh shifted his attention, now, to the sweetness above, to her love
tunnel that flowed with sex-nectar, and to her button which stook out
at least three quarters of an inch. Josh scooped up her button with
pursed lips, drawing it in with suction, and expelling it with quick
little bursts so that is was propelled in and out of his lips at
lightening speed.
"Oh baby . . . oh sweet thing . . . Josh. . . baby . . . " and then in
fits and spurts, she begged, "bite . . . .it . . . sweet . . . baby .
. . bite . . . mommy's . . . cli . . . cli . . . clit. AWWWW . . .
OOOOHHH . . . GODGODGOD . . . I'm cuuuumm . . . .
cummmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnggg . . . cummmmiiiinnnnngggg."
Nicole bucked her hips up, thrusting her dripping pussy and her hard
clit into Josh's moth.
"BITE . . . bite . . . bite it!!!"
Throwing her head back, arching her back, pumping her cunt upward and
grabbing Josh by his hair, Nicole's pussy began pulsating, her vagina
opening and closing in fierce muscular contractions that so intrigued
Josh that he stuck his tongue into her pussy on one of the moments of
her contraction-releases only to have it thrust out like a stone from
a slingshot the next time her vaginal muscles closed again.
At last, the throbbing began to subside. But Nicole held Josh's head
firmly in place, his lips pressed against her love-slickened
pussy-button. He flicked it gently now and then, and each time,
Nicole reacted with a flinch as though she had just been hit by
something. Little by little, the muscles in her tummy relaxed, her
love tunnel motions subsided, and her flow decreased, which
disappointed Josh who was lovingly lapping the overflow.
Being related had its benefits, they both discovered, when it was
obvious that words were hardly necessary. By instinct, Josh knew what
his mother wanted. He slowly raised himself until his mouth was even
with hers. He lowered himself and kissed her, and when he did, his
newly swollen cockhead fell exactly into place at the entrance of
Nicole's slippery cunt.
For some reason, Josh was more interested in kissing his mother at
that moment than anything else in the world. Slowly, with care and
tenderness, his tongue searched out hers. Finding it, he began
flicking it as though it were her clit. The sensation melted her, and
as her body relaxed the head of Josh's love-muscle broke the seal of
moisture in her inner lips and in one gentle movement, Josh's meat
slid inside a place it had been only once before . . . seventeen years
before.
Slowly and deliberately, Josh and Nicole began a slow, gentle rocking,
occasionally broken when Josh would withdraw several inches of
cockmeat and then, gently let it slide forward. These moments
sparkled like gems of closeness and slowly, both Josh and Nicole felt
the tension building, and still there was no old fashioned humping and
thrashing. It was long, slow, and sensuous with more and more long,
seven withdrawals and seven inch insertions, long flowing cock-pussy
loving. And then it gripped them both, that tickle, that tingle in
her breasts, tummy and clit, and in his stomach and the head of his
tingly-meat.
Without signal, both picked up the pace, their lips sucking each
other's tongue, her hands gripping his ass, pulling him deeper, his
arms around her upper body, smashing her tits against his chest.
A combined orgasm was only moments away when Josh put his mouth to his
mothers ear and breathed, "Come with me this fall . . . come be with
me when I go to school. . . be with me forever."
"Oh, Josh . . ." and Nicole shuddered, unable to stop as the orgasm
that had been building inside her. It welled from deep inside and
erupted upward like a volcano gushing hot, flowing cunt juice, and
simultaneously, Josh's cock began squirting a cooling, white cream
that soothed Nicole's vibrating pussy.
And that fall, the whole school of journalism was abuzz with news of
the hottest new couple on campus, a couple who, obviously, were madly
in love.