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Karen's puffy eyes and tear streaked cheeks assured him all was not to be well. "Don't hi me Chris," slipping into sobs, "Don't talk to me. Don't come near me. I want you to just leave me alone while I try to deal with this. Chris, you took advantage of me. God dammit you know that I would have never, NEVER allowed that to happen. It was the same as rape. You're my son. If I couldn't trust you, who is left that I can?" "But mom, you..." "NO, don't but mom me. God knows I know what I did, I know how I reacted. Like some fuc... some ruttish bitch. I'm ashamed, God how can I look in the mirror or at you without anger or shame." "Don't you understand what you did?" she screamed. "Just stay away from me until I can sort it all out. I don't know what we're going to do, what I'm going to do. I can't work today. I can't go in like this. Just leave me be Chris, I don't want to talk to you right now." "Do you want me to move out? To leave?" "No Chris, I don't want that," Karen replied brushing away her tears. "I just don't know what I want. I don't know. I just don't know. Maybe it would be best. Just go. Just go and let me think, please." It was a long week. The days were too short when he was away and what little time during the few evenings he spent at home slowed to a crawl. They occasionally passed with neither speaking. He wanted to talk to say something, but Karen always turned away. Chris finally timed his comings and goings to miss his mom completely while staying a few nights at friends. He was only going to school a half a day now and was working at the Garden Center afterwards. Chris had been at the dock unloading spring and summer stock. They were caught up and now that school was out he would be in the outside lawn and garden area full time. "Chris, I am so happy you're back. And do I ever need the help. These things are just too heavy to move around for an old woman like me." "Hi Mrs. Sovell. They've had me in back all last week." "Well Chris, it's really nice to have you up here. I've missed you." she replied as she gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek. "And what did I tell you about calling me Joan? I feel old enough without you referring to me as old Mrs. Sovell. And none of that ma'am stuff either." "Uh, Joan, come on, you're not old at all. At least I don't think you are. You don't look old. I think you look really great." "Well, that's sweet of you to say. You know one of those snippy little girls at the register asked about you last week. Are you going to go up and see her? I won't say anything if you do, just don't spend too long." "No, I don't think so. I'll stay back here. What do you want me to do?" "Well hon, we need to move all these plants over there and set them up on stands. And then we have all those bags there to move and it hurts my shoulders to do it." Chris reached down lifting the planters, the feel of her large full breasts as Joan hugged him still causing some twitching between his legs. To his relief carrying the plant covered his growing erection. The morning went all too quickly. He ate lunch with Joan in the break room while she chatted away at the things she needed done at home, but aches and pains kept her from finishing. "Hey, look uh... Joan. I could stop over and help you. I'm not really doing anything else after work." "Oh could you? Really? You wouldn't mind? That would be so sweet but I don't want to take up your time with your girlfriend or anything." "Well, I don't think I have a girlfriend right now anyway." "Oh, I thought you mentioned one the other day when you took the flowers." "Well, you know how it goes." "Oh, I'm sorry Chris. If you're not too busy later and don't care, I would love for you to stop over and help me some. You can keep me company for awhile. I'll fix something for us to eat unless you have to run home. "No, I don't have to be anywhere, but you don't need to fix anything for me." "Of course I will. If you're going to help me it's the least I can do. I guess we had better get back to work or we'll both need some help." As he returned to work, his thoughts still on the openings between the buttons of Joan's tightly stretched blouse, he heard his name. "CHRIS, Chris, I heard you were working here. How are you?" "Hey hi Aunt Jane." "Quit calling me aunt. I'm not really your aunt and do I look like an old aunt?" she laughed. "How's your Mother? I haven't talked to her in a week." "We're sort of not talking right now. She's kind of mad at me so I've been staying out of her way." "Oh, that's a shame. You want me to say something to her?" "No, no don't, it might just make it worse. Is there anything I can show you here or help you with?" Jane turned hiding the lift of her eyes as she thought of several things she would like him to do. "No, no Chris, I just stopped to pick up a hanging basket for my porch. If it's kind of bad at home you know you can always stop over and stay a little while with me. I have plenty of room and that way your mom won't worry and will know where you're at. You can stop over tonight for supper while you decide. I get tired of eating alone anyway." "Uh, well Aunt Jane, I promised Mrs. Sovell I would help her some after work tonight, but maybe I'll stop over after that if you're sure it's ok?" Eyebrows slightly raising, Jane glanced toward Joan, "Well, I insist Chris. You stop over after you help out Joan. You can stay in the spare room and I'll call your mom and tell her." "No, no don't call mom. I'll tell her." "Well ok, I have to run now but I'll be expecting you later." she said as she turned and walked over to Joan. "Hi Joan, I see you have Chris working for you? His Mother and I are good friends." "Oh, hello Jane. I haven't seen you for awhile. How have you been? Yes, Chris is working here and he's even going to stop over after work to help me with planting a few bushes. He's just the sweetest thing. I'm just getting too old I think to dig the holes to plant them." "Sure Joan, I know what you want him over for. Harold out of town?" "JANE, you hush, I wouldn't... and I never. And even if Harold was home I couldn't get him to help me plant the bushes. I've been trying to get him to plant them for a week and yesterday he had to go out of town for a few days." "Well, you be good to Chris, I love him like he was my own." "Oh don't worry Jane. I'll fix him supper and send him home. I won't work him too hard." Joan laughed. Jane turned and walked away her thoughts a blaze of hidden anger. "Sure Joan, and I bet I know just what bush you want planted." She blinked her eyes trying to push away the building fury at the picture of Joan and her Chris together. "Oh God listen to me, like he's my Chris. Well, he is, kind of." Once again Jane's thoughts returned to what she had witnessed. She had wondered how things had been at Karen's. Now she had a little idea of it. "Chris, do you know her?" Joan asked. "Yeah, she's my mom's friend. Has been forever I think." "Oh, I've seen her here and there. Jane's nice. A really petite pretty woman isn't she? Nothing like my big ole butt dragging around here." Chris tried to cover his laugh, "Joan, I told you that you look great. I'm not kidding. You really do. I mean, you've got a great figure. I mean, what do you want me to tell you?" "Yeah sure, for an old woman you mean. Well, just keep up what you're saying. You're doing fine." Joan grinned. "No, come on now, I mean it." "Well, ok Chris. You are just the sweetest thing." The day finished quickly and soon enough he found himself digging in the wet dirt planting bushes for Mrs. Sovell. "CHRIS? Chris, you come in now as soon as you finish. I have dinner for you." Chris walked around back to kick his muddy shoes off. "Oh Chris, you've gotten dirt and mud all over you. Here, come with me," Joan said as she lead him back to the adjoining bath in her bedroom. "Put your clothes in this basket and I'll throw them in the wash. It will only take an hour. Here is a robe for you to wear until they're done. As soon as you finish with your shower come eat." "No Mrs. Sovell. I can't have you do all that." "Hush, it's no problem at all. I have some of my own to do." Chris undressed pushing the basket into the hall and taking his shower. He ate a small supper as Joan moved around cleaning and straightening her house. Chris got up and walked back the hall looking for his clothes. Stepping into Joan's bedroom he found her folding the laundry. Watching her bend over the basket, her breasts stretching the white material of her blouse, his erection pushed unnoticed against the borrowed bathrobe. "Oh, hi Chris. Was your supper ok? Did you get..." as Joan turned her eyes were captivated as the sash had loosened and gravity now slowly parted the robe, the opening sliding down the length of his cock. "Uh, Chris, Chris hon." her hands trembling. "You... you need to..." Chris shrugged realizing it was too late now to cover up. He stepped forward watching to see what Joan would do. She stood frozen in place a range of emotions shaking her, but it was too late. She could only see the bouncing waving hardness as Chris came closer. He reached out taking her hand pulling it against him. He felt her wrist graze the rounded tip of his cock as her fingers encircled him. Fingertips lifting her chin, Chris kissed her, lips muffling her soft cry of resistance. "Chris, I can't, we mustn't." her lips helplessly against his. "Then, let go." his whisper caressing her lips. "I can't, oh God I can't," as her full lips began to move, lightly brushing over his. He backed her slowly against the bed unzipping her shorts and pushing them down over her soft hips, falling to the carpet. His lingering kiss held her as his fingers unbuttoned her blouse, pushing it over her shoulders to hang from the hand that was now beginning to move back and forth. The hooks of her bra parted, straps slipping from her shoulders, her heavy pendulous breasts falling free against his chest, her bra dangling with her blouse. "Let go Mrs. Sovell." "Joan," she whispered through his warm breath. "Chris, I'm afraid." He reached down easing her hand away, her clothes falling. Chris pushed her back onto the bed. His eyes were riveted to her large smooth breasts, the areolas large dark brown circles sweetly tipped with her large stiffened nipples. His hands reached for the waist of her white cotton panties pulling them over her full well rounded hips and to the floor. Joan pushed herself back on the bed reaching to grasp his cock again, her fingers in vain trying to encircle the warm hardness as she quietly cried, "Hurry Chris, please, before I say no." The heady rich scent of her sex widened his eyes, his cock was twitching, jerking uncontrollably in her small hand wetting her wrist as the tip slid across her. "Oh my God, oh my God oh God Chris, hurry, come here... please hurry, hurry Chris." "His hand could feel the heat from her pussy as it slipped between her heavy thighs, fingers easily pushing between the sodden lips and inside her. Joan gasped as his teeth lightly bit her nipple. A keening moan escaped as he sucked it hard between his lips. "Chris, now, I need it now," she cried pulling him over her and upwards their lips pressing urgently together. Joan's hand quickly pressed his hardness to her moist folds, pushing him between them. Her thighs opened wide, her knees pulling up. Her hands grasped his arms. Long polished nails dug deep, her signal of his entry. "Stop, stop... don't move, please wait." Chris paused feeling her muscles convulse around the hard length of him inside her. "Ok, ok now, now Chris... take me." she whispered. As her hands held her breasts up to him Chris began to slowly move back and forth inside her, both suddenly jarred from the intense pleasure at the ring of the bedside phone. "Chris, stop, stop, please don't move. Oh my God I forgot, he calls every evening at this time. I have to answer it. It's my husband. Don't say anything, please, please Chris not a whisper." "Hi hon. Fine, how are you, how are things going?... I had a salad tonight Harold what did you have?" Chris wickedly grinned as his cock twitched and jerked inside her. Joan's eyes closed as her teeth bit her bottom lip. He moved slowly pulling away to the very tip, then gently, quietly pushing back inside her. Joan tightened her thighs trying to stop him, but Chris slid easily between them. Her fingertips dug deeper into his arm, sharp nails biting. "Yes hon, weather is fine. Oh, it's just... Someone from the Center helped me plant the bushes and I did some house work, that's all. Just ran in to grab the phone so I'm a little out of breath is all." Chris watched as her eyes opened. He could see the panic in them, her head twisting no, pleading. He knew he was winning the quiet struggle as her hips moved for him, her knees lifting. A slow rocking rhythm as he pushed deeper inside her. "Hon, Harold, I have to run, really. I have to go. I have to pay... the boy... from the center. He's waiting... I'm sorry, I... have to run. Call me later?" The phone fell to the carpet as she missed the cradle. "Chris, I can't do this. That was my husband and I feel terrible, please I can't anymore. Please stop." Chris stopped moving, his hips pressed tightly to the back of her thighs, his cock twitching inside her. "Then push me away Mrs. Sovell." Joan closed her eyes turning her face away. "I can't, oh God I can't." "What do you want me to do?" "Do it." "Do what?" "I just want you to do it, please Chris." "Do what? What do you want me to do," Chris whispered as his warm breath and lips lightly played across her cheek. Joan paused, then as her eyes opened looking up at him she moaned, "Fuck me. I want you to fuck me Chris." He grinned as he pulled back and drove himself into her. Her breasts shook and her knees rocked to his thrusts. She looked up at him and whispered between gasps, "I'll get you for that bit with the phone. Oh you'll pay Chris. You'll pay for that." Her arms pulled him closer as desire, need, and the incredible sensations of his cock sliding inside her pushed away everything else. Her breasts ached as she gasped. Her hips burned with passion from the unrelenting thrusts. Her face flushed with heat as she felt her orgasm nearing. Her muscles tensed, then turned to jelly as her pussy convulsed around the hard length pounding inside her. "Oh God, hon... hurry.. hurry... there, oh God cum with me... ohhhhhh... please hon... cum in me... now, there... nowwwwww.. yes... yes... there... right there..." Chris sat up watching Joan sleep. He quietly dressed letting himself out. He liked Joan and knew that no one should see him leave. It was a long walk to the nearest all night fast food place where he sat and waited until it was time to go to work. "Karen?" "Oh, hello Jane." "Have you heard from Chris?" "No, not for days and I'm a little worried. Have you seen him or know where he is staying?" "I talked to him at the Garden Center yesterday when I was there. He looked fine. He told me that you two weren't talking but didn't get into why. He was going to Joan's after work to help her with some bushes. Afterwards he was supposed to come here. I was going to make him supper and see if I could get him to go home and talk to you." "Jane, the money Joan's husband makes? You told me he was a banker or something didn't you? She could have hired someone to do that couldn't she?" "Well, I think maybe she has taken to him. They work together and she said something about fixing him supper and then sending him home. It looks like the sending him home part didn't work out." "Jane, you don't think...?" "Oh Karen, I don't think so. Surely he wouldn't. Not with her? That conniving old bitch might want him to though. I don't know. You know how young men are. But Chris is so nice. Maybe he wouldn't? I'm hoping he'll stop over after work today. If he does I'll fix him something to eat and talk to him, try to get him to call you or go home." "I do miss him Jane. I hate it being at home alone. I'm so used to him being here and helping me with things. I miss him so much I can hardly stand it. It's just, we really had a terrible misunderstanding. It's been going on two weeks since we've talked. I haven't seen him for almost a week. I don't even know for sure where he is." "Don't worry Karen. Don't worry. I'll talk to him tonight and bring him home." "Ok, I have to run, I have this damn meeting I have to go to. I'll talk to you later. Ok?" "Ok Karen, Bye now." Karen buried her face in her hands. "God, why don't these fucking women leave him alone. He's my son. I want him home. Jane. Jane wouldn't would she?" Yet Karen knew. She would. The pang of jealousy bit into her deep as the corners of her eyes filled and her lip trembled. The thought of Chris with that Joan woman, or even Jane... Karen shivered with despair. She would be a little late getting away from work tonight, but she would start calling Jane as soon as she got home. She wiped her eyes and picked up her folders and walked to the hallway. "Hi Karen, I'm going to your meeting too. I was assigned to your project so I guess I'm working for you." "Oh, hi John. Well, we always need good legal help." The nearness of him made her nervous as he brushed against her walking down the hall. "My God Karen," she thought. "Get control of yourself." She stopped suddenly, realizing it wasn't John... "Was it? The little tingling sensations began when she was talking to Jane about Chris." "Karen? Karen? Are you alright?" "Oh, sure, I'm sorry John. I just got lost for a moment. Something I have to do tonight." As her lips tightened and she straightened her walk she thought... "Yes, yes, something I have to do." Work went well, considering. Joan didn't mention the previous night and Chris didn't bring it up either. He figured he would wait until she said something. As they walked out she turned and hugged him, kissing his cheek whispering, "Thank you Chris. You were wonderful, you really were. Maybe, I'll buy another bush." As she turned to walk away Joan paused looking back, "But I'll still get you for that little meanness with the phone." He stared as she walked away to her car. The stirring in his jeans growing to uncomfortable lengths from the feel of her breasts pressed against him. "Well, tonight he guessed he would go over to Aunt Jane's and eat supper. See what happens from there. He had a couple friends he could stay the night with or he could stay at Jane's. It didn't look like it would be another night with Joan." "Chris, Chris where have you been?" Jane exclaimed as she opened the door. "You were supposed to be here yesterday. I was worried about you. She stretched to her tiptoes to reach up and hug him tightly. "Well, I'm glad you're here now. Come on, sit down while I fix you something to eat. Did you work today? How was it? Do you have to work tomorrow? Oh listen to me, I am asking questions quicker than you can answer." "That's ok, and I don't need anything to eat. I got something on the way over here. I just wanted to stop and let you know I was ok." "Well, that was nice of you Chris. You can stay the night here and I can run you to work in the morning if you like. That is, unless you want me to run you home?" "No, uh... I don't know about that. Maybe I should, could uh, maybe stay here for the night? I have some clothes in my backpack if I could wash them?" "Of course. I have the spare room ready Chris and I'll throw your clothes in the wash. Lets go back and I'll get you something to wear to bed." Chris followed her back to her bedroom where she pulled out some pajama bottoms. "Here, these were my ex husband's. A little large, just draw them tighter. You know where the spare room is. You can use the hall bath. Throw all your clothes out and I'll put them in the washer." "Sure, thanks Aunt Jane." "Chris, what did I say? You can call me Aunt in front of your mom." Chris laughed, "Yeah well, ok... Jane." "Janie Chris. Most everyone calls me Janie and you're old enough to call me Janie too. Hey, I have to run to the store. You want to come with me? I'll stop and rent us a movie to watch tonight or tomorrow." The movie was a bomb and they wondered how the actors could even make it without erupting into embarrassed laughter. The phone awoke them from their torture. "Chris, go take your shower and I'll get the phone." "Hello," as she picked up the phone. "Karen, I was wondering if you would call." "Jane, is Chris there?" "Yeah, Chris is here. He came over after work. We went to the store and then watched a movie we rented." "Jane, is he coming home?" "I asked, but he said no, maybe he shouldn't. I think he is afraid you don't want to see him. You want me to bring him over?" "No Jane, not if he doesn't want to. Don't force him. I just, well... I miss him being here. It seems like forever. I don't know what to do. Will you talk to him?" "Of course Karen. If he's not comfortable coming home tonight I'll insist that he does tomorrow. I'll keep his backpack and clothes in the washer so he'll have to stop here after work." They said bye and hung up, Jane looking thoughtfully out the window, "Sorry Karen. Not tonight... not tonight." Jane heard Chris in the shower and went to her room carefully picking out her nightwear. A hot bath left her skin flushed and tingling. She pulled her pink nighty over her head and stepped into the loose french briefs. Pausing at the mirror, she thought she looked pretty nice considering she was a year older than his mom. Her breasts were smooth and nicely curved, yet weren't big enough to worry about drooping. Her skin was still soft. Her nipples were long, areola small and dark, reflecting a shadowed outline through the sheer material. Satisfied and smiling, Jane walked down the hall to the living room. She twirled in front of Chris, "If I had wings, I could be a little pink angel?" Jane laughed. She stopped, noticing the grin on his face. "What Chris, what are you laughing at?" She backed him across the room poking him in the stomach with her finger. "Come on, tell me... what are you laughing at?" With a little curl to her lip she asked, "What, you think I'm funny? Huh? What do you think is funny about me?" Laughing and trying to fend her off Chris sputtered, "No, no. Aunt Jane, I mean Janie. I think, uh... you're cute. I just, just never paid attention to how little you were. I was thinking more like, kind of like a... pixie. A cute little pixie." "Oh you do? And you think you're so big? You think you'll hurt little pixie Janie?" She kept pushing him about the room, taunting and poking him with her fingers. Janie stopped suddenly looking down pensively, "Uh oh, Chris... Chris I think he's flirting with me." "What?" "Him..." pointing at his pajamas. "I think he's come out to flirt with me. What do you think?" Chris looked down suddenly realizing his cock had slipped out the front of the PJ bottoms. "Oh God, I 'm sorry Aunt Jane. I didn't mean..." She pushed him off balance and against the table as he reached to cover himself. "What, you don't want him to flirt with me? I think it's quite flattering and very sweet of him. Just look how long and hard he gotten. I think he likes me. He doesn't think I'm too little, a pixie." Her hand grasped the hard length squeezing him lightly. Her small fingers made his cock look even larger than it's already considerable size. Looking up Janie smiled sweetly, "Chris, I think he really really likes me, don't you?" "Uh, yeah, I guess so." Jane slipped to her knees her hand beginning to move slowly, teasingly back and forth whispering quietly, "You like me, don't you? Hmmmm? Do you think I'm too little for you? Hmmm baby?" She leaned to lightly kiss the rounded warm tip. "Chris?" His throat tightened as he looked down, her nighty falling forward so he could see her small breasts and long very dark nipples, "Yeah?" "Can you cum twice?" "Uh... yeah, yeah I think so," he moaned. "Good, I need you to," as her lips brushed across the tip of his cock, the pearl droplet making them glisten. Her thumb pushed his cock straight up as the tip of her tongue slid down the warm skin then slowly kissed her way back to the tip. Looking up she grinned impishly. "Chris, watch. I want you to watch me." His knees trembled as he watched Jane bite her lips and then take him deep into her mouth. Pausing, he could feel her throat move against the tip, her tongue curling around and then slowly pulling away. Her eyes glanced upwards to make sure he was watching then began a slow rhythm, her lips tightly clasped around his warm cock. Her hand pushed his legs apart and then lightly held his balls. Chris' fingers clamped tightly to the table edge. He watched her head move back and forth. Her lips stretching the skin of his cock as she pulled away, then pulling against the rounded tip as she took him back deep inside again. Pausing, her lips barely touching the tip she whispered, "Chris? Can you really cum twice?" Gasping, "Yes, yes I can." "Oh God the sweetness of youth," as her hand began moving quickly over him. Jane's hand was almost a blur as it slid up and down his cock. Her lips slightly open, poised, waiting. She glanced up to watch his eyes with a teasing smile. "Come on Chris, come on baby. Cum for me, I want to see you cum. I want lots of cum." With a little pout she asked, "You want to cum for me don't you Chris. Don't you? Please... I want to taste you." Chris looked up as his hands tightened, his muscles tensed and he almost painfully felt the surge pour through his cock as the first spurt hit her cheek. Jane yelped and quickly pushed her lips over the hard length of him as he filled her mouth, coating her cheeks and tongue. She swallowed quickly taking the next and the next as her hand continued to squeeze more from him. Jane looked up with a little giggle as she stood. Wiping her cheek with her finger, she pushed it into her mouth, "That's mine. I earned it, didn't I?" Still holding him tightly in her hand she turned and led him down the hall. "Follow the little pixie Chris." In her bedroom Jane turned and pulled the nighty over her head. With a little shake of her hips the bottoms fell to the floor. Chris gasped at her nakedness. She was the mirrored opposite of Joan. Short cropped hair. Breasts small with long dark nipples. Her hips were narrow and curved sweetly tapering gracefully down her thighs. What lay between in a carefully trimmed tuft of curls, the small swells of her pussy, bare for his eyes. She smiled teasingly as she pushed herself back on the bed. "Come here Chris," Jane whispered as she pulled her knees up and opened her thighs. "Closer baby." as she pulled him to her breast. Jane's hands pressed his mouth to her nipple as her eyes closed, the thought rushing over her, almost spoken, "I'm going to show you how to treat your Mother." His lips pulled the nipple between them his tongue slipping in little circles over the areola. She moaned, almost giving in to her desire as she felt hard length of him slide against her thigh. "Now the other," she moaned pushing his lips across her breast. Her nipples were aching. "Chris, bite them, please,just a little... ohhhhh yes, like that, again... her fingers tightening in his hair. "Now, I want you to do this," as she pushed him lower. His tongue slipped between the moist folds tormenting and searching. Her knees pulled higher, thighs opening... "Lower Chris, please..." as Jane pushed his head down his tongue slipping between her cheeks, circling, teasing, lightly probing and sending little shivers of warm delight through her body. Chris moved slowly his tongue caressing the curve of her until he paused at the swollen bundle of nerves, caressing, circling, teasing... then softly pulling her clit between his lips. "Yes, oh God yes... Chris easy... easy.. oh there... oh God do that again baby." Suddenly pushing him away and gasping, "God Chris, I can't take that anymore. It's making me crazy." Jane pushed him over to his back her knees straddling his hips as her hand reached between them grasping his cock. "Mmmm aren't you afraid you'll hurt a little pixie with that? Think you'll hurt me? Think I can't take it? Well... maybe we should be careful." Jane's hand lightly brushed the warm hardness over her now soaken labia. "Maybe just a little? You think? Think we could we put him in just a little?" she mocked. Her hips settled and Chris felt the tip of his cock slip between the folds and the warmth of her pussy enclose him. He could feel her tighten, clenching against him. Her hands rested against his chest as her hips carefully moved. As his hands moved to her hips Jane pushed them away. "No, no Chris. We have to be careful with little Janie." Her hips lifted and settled a little more. She pulled his fingertips to her nipples, "Pinch them... please baby, pinch them a little." Jane gasped with pleasure as his fingertips tightened, twisting. She fell forward in a swoon then tried to push away as she felt his hands quickly move to her hips. He grinned at her his hands tightening on her. "Chris, no, don't. Chris, what are you going to do?" "This," as he picked her up and turned her over his body now looming over her. The hard length of his cock brushed against her pussy easily slipping between the wet folds. "Oh my God," Jane cried. "Chris, please, please don't hurt me. I know I was teasing you, I'm sorry Chris." "Chris?" "I'm going to fuck you... the way I want.. AUNT Jane." "Chris, oh God Chris wait, stop, please wait...." screaming as his cock plunged deep inside her. She was pounded by his thrusts. Her soft cries of pain bordering with fear quickly slipped into a burning pleasure, then an aching wail of need. Her teeth bit into his chest as she lost all vestiges of control. Jane couldn't move, couldn't speak. Her arms held on to him tightly as she lay there with her thighs loosely open, her knees pulled to her breast as Chris drove into her over and over. Jane felt him slow... hesitate, knew he was going to cum. The knowing ripped through her as she achingly cried... "Chris, oh God Chris... yes baby... cum... fill me... please baby... cum for me... ohhh God here ... yes... oh now... now, me too.... ccumingggggg..." They lay there gasping for breath, hearts pounding, slowing, resting. "Well Jane, Aunt Jane, whatever... you took it pretty good for a pixie." Laughing Jane opened her eyes looking up, "Well, you know what they say about big women little women." "No, what?" "Hmm, something about little woman all pussy." Her lips caressed his neck, kissing his shoulder, her hips lifting to press against him... searching for the warm sweet length of him, "Chris, Chris baby?" "What?" With a mischievous pout she whispered, "Can you do it again? Right now? Please? Please... please Chris, come on, pretty please just for me... fuck me. Fuck me again..." Her lips caressed his chest as her hand reached between them coaxing him harder, once again. It was long, slow, and sweet. They fell asleep holding each other, the ringing phone just a distant noise. "GOD DAMMIT," Karen cried slamming the phone down. What are they doing. Why won't Jane answer the phone?. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks as she fell to the chair. Her shoulders shook with sobs. "That fucking Jane, that fucking bitch. I know what she's doing. I just know it. Her and that fucking old whore at the Garden Center, that... that... that Goddamn Joan. Joan. Oh Chris I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Karen got up and walked around the room tears falling freely from the soft curve of her cheek. "What am I going to do? Oh God what am I going to do? I want my baby home, but... I can't, I just can't." Karen went up to her room to take her bath. At the mirror she paused staring. "Why, why didn't she have a boyfriend, a man. Why didn't she allow herself one? She knew she could. God knows John would leap on her if she wasn't further up the corporate ladder. And he was much younger. What the hell did she think she was saving herself for? Why wouldn't she give herself to anyone, or be with someone." It was a long night of tossing and turning before she drifted off. Work went quickly at the Center. Joan made it known her husband was home. It was surprisingly unstrained for them. They got along extremely well and Chris really liked her. He smiled, knowing that someday, she would buy another bush. Jane picked him up after work. Her skirt rode high as she drove giving him cute little smiles all the way home. In the house Jane turned hugging him. She quickly reached down unzipping him and pulling the cramped hardness free. "Look, look Chris, I told you he likes me didn't I? He's all nice and hard. Chris, Chris, pick me up." She threw her arms around his neck pulling and as he lifted her his hands found the bare cheeks of her ass. "Fuck me Chris." "Here, now?" "Yes, here, now. Please, hurry. I have to take you home tonight and I want this. God I want this," as her lips urgently sought his. Chris leaned her against the wall and pushed inside the wet warmth of her pussy. "Oh God I've thought about this all the way home. Hard Chris, harder, please... really hard. Fuck me Chris... ohhh fuck... fuuckkkkk." He pounded into her as she keened a quiet wailing, her lips at his chest, his hands at her hips. They both came, almost agonizingly. He held her against the wall breathing heavily as they recovered. She finally slipped to her feet straightening her skirt. Turning away she said, "We'll eat something, then I promised your Mother I would bring you home. Of course if you'll go. I can't make you go, I don't want you to go, but Chris, she's crying to see you. She does love you." They ate, then he sat on the sofa holding her. It was near dark when the phone rang. Jane answered it assuring Karen they were on their way. She held his hand tightly as they drove. She leaned to kiss him as he got out of the car. "Chris, Chris it will be ok. Now I expect you to come see me." She reached over and ran her hand over his cock and pouted, "And bring your friend. I know he likes me." He laughed as he got out and walked into the house. Karen was anxiously waiting, her hands damp. She quickly wiped her eyes as Chris came in the door. "Hi mom." Tears immediately gathered at the corners of her eyes. "Chris," Karen whispered. "Oh Chris," she cried and ran across the room hugging him. "Oh my God I've missed you so much, her tears dampening his cheek as she clung to him. The house has been so empty. Come here, come here. Sit down. Please, I'm shaking so hard I can hardly stand." Karen sat in his lap her arms around his neck. "I'm sorry, my God I'm acting so silly, I can't stop crying," as she brushed at her tears." "Hey mom, it's ok. I've missed you too. I really have." "Well, thats so sweet of you Chris, but you've been busy with work and at Jane's and places." "Yeah, but I've thought about you. It wasn't the same as being home with you." Chris held her tightly, she was still more to him than just his Mother. He tried to quell the stirring but nature had it's way and his cock lengthened pressing up hard against her cheeks. Karen felt the stirring, the twitching, the hardness pushing. She quickly got up and moved away. "Oh Chris, oh Chris no..." "Mom, I'm sorry. I am, but I can't help it. I can't stop it." Karen walked to the counter looking out the window, all the thoughts, arguments she'd had with herself over the weeks now looming before her. "Mom, just ignore it. It will be ok. We can just ignore it." Karen turned walking to him crying. "No Chris. You can't ignore it, we can't ignore it and it wouldn't be ok. I love you and I want you here, with me, where you belong. I was so lonely and I missed you so very much." She took his hand pulling him up and walking across the kitchen. She whispered to herself, "I'm going to end this. Here, now. We are both going to have what we want... what we need." Karen walked him to the spare bedroom. Chris watched as his mom turned away from him and began unbuttoning her blouse. It dropped to the floor. She unfastened her slacks and her thumbs pushed them down over her hips, feet stepping out and kicking them aside. Reaching behind she unfastened her bra and shrugged the straps from her smooth shoulders tossing it aside. She turned lifting her eyes, looking at him. Her dark brown hair touched her shoulders, Her breasts were full yet not too large and tipped with enticing nipples. Only a sexy hint of tummy filled out to soft curving hips. He could see her dark mound through the lacey white panties. "Chris, I don't have a lot of experience. I'm... not sure what I'm doing. I know I'm not young and beautiful, but this is what I am. I'm offering myself to you. I'm terribly afraid and you'll have to help me. Chris, hurry, hurry before I..." "I think you're beautiful, incredibly beautiful. Mom..." "NO, no, no Chris. No." Her eyes closed, hands tightened. "When we are here, in this room. I am not your Mother, your mom. You are not my son. Not in here. I will be whatever you want me to be. I will do anything you want me to do. I mean anything." She smiled, "Maybe I can learn some new things. Maybe you can teach me." Karen reached down and slowly pushed her panties down over her hips letting them fall to her ankles and kicked them aside. Chris undressed hardly taking his eyes from the breathtaking form of his mom. His cock jutted out twitching and jerking in it's desire. "What do I want? Well Mo.. uh Karen. I want to know what you want. How I can please you. I want to make you happy." Karen could hardly take her eyes from the hard length pointing obscenely at her, beckoning to her base desire, her need. The tip of her tongue touched her lips as her teeth lightly pulled them. "I want you to stay with me. I want you to hold me. Hold me for a just little while. Then, make love to me." "Is that all?" She lifted her gaze from the tormenting pull of his cock, "Then I want you to fuck me Chris. I want fucked. I really want fucked." "Anything else... Karen?" Her eyes took on a little glint with a wry twist to her lips as her arms moved around his neck. Karen felt the hardness pressing warmly against her, "Yes, sometime, teach your poor old moth... me, show me something. Something new. A little adventure. We have a long time, and I don't want my... lover, to become bored." He held her as they lay there on the bed. She closed her eyes feeling his hardness nestled between her thighs, her own desires convulsing... her hand reaching for him, turning, her thighs opening knees lifting, a soft sigh as he slowly entered her. Jane listened in the darkness of the hall her hand pressed tightly between her thighs the other smothering her gasps. She cried at the beauty, the incredibly erotic thought of Karen and Chris together. She loved them both so much... tears clouded her sight as she slipped away down the hall and to the door... But, she could not give him up. Share him with Karen perhaps, but give him up? Not now... *** ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 54