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Thank you ------------------------------------------------------- Ma's Decree by Rymer My Pop's in the oil business, so he's often away from home for months at a time while he supervises explora- tion in the Venezuelan rainforest. I suppose we could all move down there, but our life is here, and he won't be working in the jungle forever. So here we stay in Houston, my Ma and I, while he hacks through the jungle like Indiana Jones. I miss my Pop a lot, but it's not such a bad life: petroleum has paid for our three story, five bedroom house, and I go to an exclusive private school. Ma doesn't have to work, so she fills up her time with volunteering and various causes. Ma's always been a good-looking woman. She's a very well preserved 36, close to six feet tall, with shiny brown hair, blue eyes, and a nice figure (not that I'd ever really noticed). She's also what you might call eccentric. She's always doing things that she claims are good for us or the planet, and there have been times when Pop and I have been forced to join in her causes, like when we ate tofu for every meal in protest of the British "mad cow" scare, and it's been years since any of us wore anything other than a natural fiber. She drives a little electric car, but I draw the line at this; I prefer my Miata. I never know what to expect out of Ma. That still didn't keep me from being flabbergasted at what I saw when I went in for breakfast one Saturday morning six months ago. I staggered in wearing only my shorts (we've always been casual and realistic about our bodies in our house) only to find that I'd been upstaged. Ma was standing over the oven wearing nothing but an apron! As I watched, she bent over to take a tray of muffins out of the oven, and I got a damned good look at her pussy. I sprang a woody in about half a second, and quickly sat down at the kitchen table before she could turn around and notice. My mind was a welter of confused thoughts. I felt guilty as hell for getting a hard-on from looking at my own Ma, but damn she looked good, better than any of the little prick-teasers I went to school with! Her skin was smooth, unblemished, and well-tanned, without any tan-lines -- I knew she sunbathed nude, so did I, but we'd prudently never done it together. That might have to change. Her ass was round and tight, and her legs were long, limber, and heavenly. I never knew that a 36-year-old mother could look so... nice. I swallowed hard and tried to will my erection to go away; but that only made it harder, and now I could feel the juice leaking out the tip. 'Damn!' Clearing my throat, I said, "Uh, Ma? Why are you naked?" She turned around and smiled, "Hi, honey. Well, I've decided we're going to become nudists. I've been read- ing about it. It seems such a free and natural life- style, and the nudists always seem so happy." And well they should, if their family members looked anything like Ma. My gaze was fastened on her incre- dible tits. They were perfect: rounded and cantaloupe sized, not too big or small, tipped with dusky brown nipples that begged to be sucked. Ma was still talking, but I wasn't hearing any of it; I didn't break out of the daze until she said my name sharply: "Mark!" I shook my head, looked up at her face. She was smiling. "Why don't you join me? You never wear much anyway." I shook my head. "Uh, that would be a problem." "Why? What's wrong with au natural." "Nothing, Ma, I guess." Again my eyes were fixed on those magnificent breasts. "I, uh, would just find it embarrassing." She smirked. "I've seen it all before young man. And you don't think those Speedos you wear in the pool hide much, do you?" I shrugged; never thought of that. "Yeah, but, uh, I hate to say this, but I'd have a hard-on all the time, and you know..." She looked at me strangely. "Just from being nude?" She really didn't get it. My innocent Ma. "Hell no, Ma," I burst out. "I'd have a hard-on from looking at you all the time!" She looked thunderstruck for a second; then a smile played across her lovely face. "Really? How flattering. Do you have one now?" "Uh, yeah. Big-time." I felt tides of lust wash through my body, starting to push away the guilt. Ma slowly took off the apron, exposing the bare little crease at the juncture of her legs. Her nipples were starting to get hard as little rocks, and I swear I could see her clit poking out between her nether lips. She walked slowly toward me. "Show me," she breathed. The lust took over fully, and I stood proudly, breath- ing fast. My nipples were hard too, and my rod felt like a bar of steel as it strained at the front of my underpants. "Oh, my poor baby, that must hurt," Ma said. "Should Mommy take care of it for you?" I was beyond speech for a moment. I just nodded. Ma got down on her knees in front of me and stared at the bulge outlined by the fabric of my briefs. She wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed her way down my muscled belly; then she slid her hands into the waist- band of my shorts and pulled them slowly down. When my hot rod was exposed, she smiled again. "Ooh, baby, that's a nice one." Flattery will get you everywhere! Ma trailed one hand down across my but- tocks, along my thigh, and then up across my sprem- ladened balls to the base of my cock. She blew a hot breath across it and it twitched involuntarily, to her amusement. Then she kissed the tip. I almost lost it then, I had never thought even for one moment in my life that something like this would happen. I couldn't square what was happening with what I knew about Ma, she would never do anything like this. But she was, and she was making me crazy. I decided I'd better think about something innocuous like baseball scores for a while, or this wouldn't last. Her lips engulfed the entire head of my cock, and I thought hard about the upcoming Astros-Rangers game. But this was my sexy Ma, not some bubble-headed cheerleader! I lasted maybe a minute before I spewed a bucket of cum between her hot lips. I pulled out at the last second, and the last two sticky jets soaked her perfect neck and tits. Talk about a pearl necklace! I came so hard I could hear my come splat against her skin! Ma pumped her hand up and down my cock, milking out the last of my spunk and licking it away with a flick of her tongue. "Mmm, that was good, baby. And you're still hard, just like I hoped. Mama needs some fun now." She stood up, and braced herself against the sink, ass in the air in invitation. I could see the juices dripping down the inside of those luscious legs from her saturated snatch. I was still overcome with lust for my mother, but I had gained a little control over myself. I thought about Pop, and felt awful for a second. Who says a hard dick has no conscience? "I really loved it, Ma, but fucking you would be incest. Isn't that wrong?" "Not if no one knows, baby, and who's to say what's wrong between a pair of consenting adults?" She reached behind her with one hand, spreading apart her pussy- lips like some Internet centerfold, revealing the hot pink depths within. "Now pound me with that big cock yours." "But what about Pop? What would he think if he found out you'd fucked another man?" I asked, losing what was left of my resolve as I stared at the tight little orifice from which I'd emerged 17 years ago. She laughed lightly. "Don't worry, baby, we have an... understanding. When he's away from home, he helps him- self to those hot little Latin women, and I get whatever cock I can. Hell, I fucked your friend Tim Jefferson just last weekend." My eyes widened. Tim, the kid who delivered our paper...? She had good taste, I guess; he was a handsome kid, in a swarthy kind of way. Maybe fifteen. The thought of my own Ma giving it to the paperboy dissolved the last of my inhibitions, and I moved up behind her and laid my pipe to her in one hard thrust that took me in to the balls. She yelped and reared up like a mare surprised by a stallion. I let her hold us up and wrapped my hands around those bounteous tits, catching the nips between my fingers and tweaking and kneading gently as I thrust. She wasn't as tight as one of my cheerleaders, but she was tight enough, and the unusual angle of entry, combined by the fact that she was my mother, added a whole new exciting dimension to the act of fucking like I'd never felt before. To hell with the cheerleaders! I'd never pass up any pussy that came my way, but my Ma was my preferred fuck-partner from now on! She squirmed and wailed beneath me. "Oh Mark, Mark, fuck me! Oh, your big cock feels so good, you can fuck Mommy forever!" Having come already once that morning, I was primed to last for a long time before I blew again. I pounded my mother's cunt hard and fast for half an hour, plowing her through orgasm after orgasm. Presently, though, I felt my nut-sack contract, and I pulled out quickly, shooting my load all over Mom's back. Breakfast was forgotten as we stumbled into the shower together to wash off my come. It wasn't long before that devolved into another cock sucking session, and within minutes we were in bed together, screwing like minks. We kept it up that way for two days, and at the end of it I agreed to Ma's nudity decree-at least while Dad's not home. After all, it makes it easier to fuck whenever we feel like it. Well, that was six months ago, and Pop's been home and gone. We cooled it while he was here, but I managed to bend her over in the laundry room once, and she sucked me off in the bathroom two weeks into the stay. That was a close one-Pop almost caught us, but I managed to hide in the laundry hamper while Ma pretended to be peeing. The things we do for love! Ma's still very much in love with Pop, but we're never going to stop our fuck-fests. We love each other and each other's bodies too much; ours is a purer lust than any married couple can feel. Ma's given up her other extramarital partners, and lately she's been talking about making a baby with me. Pop would never have to know-we'd say it was his, and it would be, in a way. I must say the thought is intriguing. So you see, now I'm set for pussy for life. I don't know what got into Ma that Saturday morning, but I know what's gotten into her nearly every day since -- my hard cock! ______________________________________________________ Kristen's colleection - Directory 8