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(m-teen/F, reluc, inc) *** I don't know what switch was tripped, but when puberty hit, my sex drive was in overdrive. I can remember finding anywhere I could to masturbate: school bathroom, guy's locker room, girl's bathroom, classroom during class, anywhere. I wouldn't whip it out during class, but I would be rubbing it and would cum in my jeans rather often. The only bad side effect (aside from being raw) was that it would make me really tired, so for the next hour I would be dozing off in class. I don't know how I got through 10th grade. It felt like I slept through the whole thing. I hadn't had sex yet. Not with a girl, at least. I was a little shy, but my hormones were driving me nuts. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to feel what it was like to fuck a woman, not just some girl. My cock was average. I compared myself to the other guys in the locker room. A couple were bigger than me, most were smaller than me, so I was feeling pretty good about my size. Growing up, I'd always been around beautiful women. My mom always had her friends over. They always dressed nice and had short skirts and blouses with necklaces that would hang down between their breasts. I loved looking at them. They wouldn't really notice me, but I would stare at them. I loved their breasts. I wanted to touch them, suck on them, fondle them. I never did got the chance, though. I found some of dad's magazines in the bathroom that I would masturbate too often. Needless to say, I was a sexual time bomb waiting to go off by the time I was 15. It happened one fall day... I'd just stopped home to grab a few things between school and football practice. I didn't know if anyone was home or not. I was in a rush, so I went straight to my room to get a change of clothes. I heard some clanking of dishes in the kitchen, and heard my mother humming to herself. I loved her voice and loved it when she would sing me to sleep as a child. "Carl?" she called. "Is that you?" "Yeah, mom." I called back. "Just getting a few things for practice." "Ok, honey." My hormones started knocking at the back of my brain. I wanted to know what mom was wearing and what she smelled like. I could already smell different perfumes. She must have just had a party or some of her friends visit. "I just had the girls over." She called. "They asked about you." I was slowly walking to the kitchen door. She was in a white blouse and a flowing skirt that ended just above her knees. "I think we're going to show up at one of your games to watch you play," she kept going, not knowing if I was listening or not. I was intoxicated by now. Her hair was flowing brown and curly just like I liked it. Most guys would call her a MILF, but she was my mom. Mine. It was then that something in me snapped. She was MINE. I wanted her. So I took her. "What do you think, Carl?" she called, still humming to herself. "You listening to .. OH .." I'd walked up behind her and gently wrapped my arms around her stomach in a hug. "Oh! Hi, baby." She smiles patting my hands. "Hi, mom." I said back. "I love you." "I love you, too." I smelled her hair and the perfume she wore. I was drunk with her. A buzzing filled my head as I felt my body respond to her. "Did you hear?" she asked. "I said, me and the girls are going to come... Carl..." She giggled. "What are you doing?" I was rubbing my hands over her stomach very gently and softly. "Nothing Mom," I replied. "We were going to come to one of your games." She continued. "Would you like that?" "Yeah," I said. I pulled her hair to one side, exposing her neck. I kissed her neck gently, tasting her skin with my tongue and my lips. She shuddered at this. "Carl, are you ok?" She dropped the dish she'd been washing into the water and put her hands on the rim of the sink. "Carl, you shouldn't .. Oh, baby .." She leaned her head to one side, giving me more access to her neck. I kissed up to her ear and sucked and nibbled on it. I had one hand on her crotch, grabbing at her pussy through her skirt and my other hand under her blouse grasping at her breast, squeezing it. "Carl, we shouldn't... you shouldn't..." She was trying to protest but was protesting the wrong way, leaning into my body, her hands reached up around my head, pulling me closer. Then it happened and I knew she was mine for the taking. She turned her head and our lips met. Sure, I'd kissed girls before, but today I was kissing a woman. Her lips parted and her tongue touched mine and it felt like fire. It consumed us both. My hand tugged at her skirt to find an opening. I wanted to touch her bare pussy. She helped by lifting her skirt up to her waist and my hand found purchase. I felt the warm wetness and smelled her muskiness as I played with her. Her hand had reached behind and was grabbing at my cock through my pants. She finally slipped her hand inside my waistband and I felt her soft hand grip my bare cock. This drove me wilder and wilder. Before I knew what I was doing, I'd pushed her forward and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to me. I ripped open my fly and pulled out my cock. Mom was breathing heavy and she'd opened her blouse so her tits were hanging free. I shoved my cock between her cheeks, but didn't find my way in. She reached down and grabbed me, guiding me in. "Gently, baby," she cautioned, breathlessly. I felt my cock going in. It felt like nothing I'd ever felt before: warm, wet, encompasing. My cock was back inside the same pussy that had birthed me. I pushed all the way in, and was rewarded by a deep moan from mom. I slowly pulled out and pushed back in. "Oh, baby." she moaned seductively. "Hold still." She began to rock her hips and fuck herself on me, bracing herself on the counter. "Oh god!" I could feel her pussy muscles squeeze me tight. She squealed and pushed hard on me, calling out my name. "Oh .. Carl .. Baby!!!" I couldn't believe that my mother was cumming on my cock. I felt what I could only describe as her peeing, but I felt her squirt on my balls. Breathing heavy, she pulled herself off of me, trying to compose herself, but I wasn't done. I turned her around and started kissing her, tasting her mouth with mine, holding her to me. She kissed me back, her hands grabbing at me like a vice. She wrapped a leg around my waist, pulling her pussy close to my cock. I pushed back inside her and held her. "Carl... we shouldn't..." she said between kisses. "I'm... your... mother..." I didn't listen. My only response was to lift her other leg around my waist and hold her up. She ground her pussy to me. Carefully, I carried her to the kitchen table and laid her down. She unlocked her legs from around me and spread them wide. "Carl?" she looked at me innocently. "Why?" "Because, I love you, mom." was my only reply. I grabbed her hips and began fucking her hard and fast. She moaned with every bounce, egging me on. "Oh god! Oh god! FUCK ME! FUCCK MEEE!" I could feel her pussy squeezing me, holding me in place in her. She propped herself up on one elbow, while her other hand went to her clit, fingering herself and rubbing herself. "Oh... God... Carl... Fuck!" Again she came on my cock, but this time I wasn't far behind her. I could feel it building in my balls and tickle its way up my cock to my head and back down. "Oh fuck Carl... what are you doing?" I could myself swelling. I was moaning as my climax build. "Are you...?" she moaned. I looked her in the eye and kept fucking her. "Oh Carl, No... oh... fuck me Carl! Fuck me!" When I came, it felt like I was a fire hose, spewing my seed deep inside her. I pushed my cock deep, pushing up against her cervix. "Carl!!! FUCK!! OH MY GOD!!" My cock pulsed and shot seed in her and I felt her milk my cock for every drop. I was breathing hard, she was breathing hard. I collapsed on her and she put her arms around me, caressing me gently. "Are you ok, mom?" I asked breathlessly. "Yes, baby." "I'm sorry..." "Shhhhhh..." she soothed."Don't." We stayed there for a few minutes, cuddling, until... "Get up, baby." she said. "We have to clean ourselves up before your father gets home." "I need to get to practice." "Don't worry about that." she smiled at me. "I'll talk to your coach. I'll tell him something." I went to my room and re-dressed myself. I didn't hear mom behind me. "I'm hopping in the shower..." she said. When I looked at her, she'd dropped her blouse and skirt to the floor. She stood in the doorway naked. Her supple body teasing me, making me crave her more. "Would you like to join me?" I didn't say a word. I got naked and followed her into the shower, where we made love again and washed each other. She let me cum in her again. I could tell that this was the start of a wonderful relationship. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 72