Flower Institute

The Flower Institute in old Amsterdam made its claim to fame for its name by elegant deflorations. It orginated last century, after a special request from a young lady of noble class in Poland. She provided the founding capital for the erection of the foundation with its noble aims. Look what happened. Her hymen was on auction. Not to the highest bidder. Her financial offer was set. The most promising gentleman would get the honour to make her a woman. The announcement was only in Polish. As a well educated girl, she knew real gentlemen speak at least five foreign languages. Hence Polish wouldn´t be a threshold she thought. In stead, it would help the first pre-selection. People, who spoke Polish only, would not rank high. Her conditions were clear. Usual things: Health certificate. Money in the bank. Bridal suite in the best hotel. Only one night. No meeting afterwards. She didn´t explain Peter Pan why she chose him, and being a gentleman, he didn´t ask her. For sure he was very curious. Pete Peterson was happily surprised to see her. She was much prettier than on the photo she had send him after being chosen. He knew she was good looking, as she had said so inviting for the contest. The twinkle in his eyes and involuntary smile made her trust him, right from the moment they met in the lobby. She radiated her fresh beauty. At her 18th birthday. They looked like an ideal couple. Dressed at their best. She accented her her tall slender figure with a long evening gown. She didn´t wear much underneath. He came in tuxedo, showing his own style with his two-tone jazzman shoes, at those days a bit en vogue, as Joe Jackson wore similar in his most recent and jazzy clip. In their suite he kissed and loved her all night. She couldn´t remember how often he made her come, leaving her hardly time to regain her breath. First time he just embraced and caressed her. He took only her dress off next and made her orgasm harder. Pete completely undressed her and licked her to heaven. He got naked as well and taught her to make him firm and wet for her. She eagerly let herself get lost in his lessons of love and lust. She completely forgot why she met Pete. She did remember, and with a big and a kiss, when he finally took her flower. As he had promised, indeed it didn´t hurt. In fact, she was so satisfied with her gentle and loving initiation that she decided to double the stake and ask the gentleman to institutionalise his quality service for young ladies. So, opposite to her intentions, she did get involved with Peter, Pan Professor Peterson, as President of his Institute.

A New Tight Ass

I nailed a beautiful young guy over the weekend. I saw him out at a gay club, one of those that caters mainly to college guys, twinks and young gym bunnies. If you aren’t the type to describe yourself as a "hottie," a "boi" or any other young label, you’d probably be ignored in a place like this. Myself, I am 66, 6 feet, 310 pounds of hard muscle; tan with body hair shaved close or down to nothing. I’ve got 7.5 thick inches and I wanted a young bottom to plant my load in. I couldn’t think of a better place to find one. The young men in this place usually stick together in small groups. The place was hot and already more than half of them were shirtless; many had already stripped down to just their underwear. Though the hot young flesh on display was nice to look at, I prefer my bottoms to be a little more inhibited. I knew as soon as I saw him, he was the one I wanted. He was cute and young, probably 20 at most. He had the preppy look with stylish dark hair, green eyes and a long lean body that was going to look great stretched out naked under me. You could tell he was shy. He was sitting alone at a small table in the corner, nursing a bottle of beer, eyeing the half naked men dancing under the lights. He hadn’t looked in my direction yet. I walked over near him and stood against the wall. I looked down at the back of his neck, feeling my own neck tingle as I imagined how delicious his skin would feel against my lips. He must have sensed me looking, because his head turned. He looked at my face, then his eyes dropped to my crotch. Back to my face, then back to the dance floor. I could see the color flush into his cheeks. I didn’t say a word, just crossed my legs and waited for him to look back again. Thirty seconds later he took another look, this time quicker. I walked over and took the other seat at the table. "See anything you like?" I directed my gaze out onto the throng of dancing twinks but made sure he could see my crotch as my hand gentle caressed my bulge. He said something to me, but his voice was so quiet and timid that I couldn’t comprehend a word of it. This was bullshit. I cut to the chase. "Why don’t we get out of here and go back to my motel. I can’t even think in all this noise." The k** knocked his beer bottle over and looked directly at my bulge. Then his eyes met mine. "How about it? You want to see what I have under here?" I stroked myself obscenely and stood up, walking out of the club. The night air was cold, a slap in the face compared to the sultry atmosphere inside. I stood by my car and lit a smoke, waiting to see if the quiet guy was coming out. I was halfway through my cig when the door opened and he slid out. He loitered near the front of the club, working up the courage to walk over to me. Let him sweat it, I thought. In a couple of hours I knew he’d be doing whatever I wanted. Finally, he ambled over. "Got a place?" He was shivering a little and I’m not sure it was entirely from the cold. "Maybe. What about you?" "Mine’s over on the other side of town. Not really close at all. It’s pretty small. Yours is probably closer." I let him yammer for a bit then tossed my smoldering butt and exhaled. "You drive. I’ll follow." He seemed like he wanted to say something, but didn’t. He walked to the far end of the lot and started up a small car. I hopped in my own and peeled out after him, making sure to stay right on his ass. Ten minutes later we pulled up in front of a small house in a residential area. "Nice place," I said, checking out the neighborhood. He looked scared shitless, like one of his neighbors might see him returning home with a stranger. He walked us up the driveway, to the garage. "I don’t live in the house. My place is up there." He glanced up at the upper level of the garage and unlocked the side door. As I followed him in, I read his name off the punched label on the mail box. Jason. As I climbed the stairs, I was trying to count in my head how many Jason’s I’d left loads in before. The place was small, just a studio with a small kitchenette and a pull-out sofa bed. I told Jason to pull out the bed while I used the bathroom, which was barely large enough to stand up in. In the bathroom, I tore off my shirt, dropped my jeans and eased my sticky briefs down. I sat on the toilet long enough to kick off my shoes and socks. Totally naked, I went back out into the main room. "Ohmygod," was all Jason said, gawking helplessly at my cock, which stuck out like a club. The bed had been pulled out, but he was still dressed. I walked up to him and put my lips close to his ear. "Let’s get you naked," I moaned, rubbing his ass through the seat of his tight jeans. I let my hand slide between his legs and close in on his crotch. He was hard, and hung from what I could tell just by feeling him up. I sat Jason down on the edge of the bed and took hold of his sweatshirt. I pulled it over his head, taking a minute to appreciate his smooth tight body and clean fresh smell. I held his arms aloft, caressing the dark hair in his pits and then moving my fingers to tease his nipples, which were large, dark and perfect. I pushed Jason back on the mattress and climbed on top of him, bringing my warm wet mouth to one of his tits. He closed his eyes and moaned, putting his fingers in my hair as I fed. I ground my cock against the front of his jeans and reached down to unzip him. I could feel the (wet and sticky) head of his cock peeping out of the top of his low-rise briefs. I stopped feeding on his chest long enough to work my way down and wrestle him out of his jeans. I pulled back his underpants and watched in delight as his beautiful cock snapped back and smacked his tight belly. A dark treasure trail snaked from his navel into his sweet-smelling pubic hair, from which the aforementioned beautiful cock jutted. "Do you suck?" he whimpered hopefully. I took his rod in my hand and looked up at him. "Jason, I do everything." I took his dick in my mouth and carefully took him all the way in, letting him enjoy the talents of my mouth while wondering how in the fuck I knew his name. He squirmed like most do while getting sucked, panting and begging as I brought him closer to the edge. I would stop only long enough to ask little questions: "Does this feel good? Do you want me to stop? Do you think this might make you cum?" I teased him closer and then cruelly removed my mouth from his wet cock. I tongued the shaft, inching closer to his smooth egg-like nuts. He liked having those licked. I lifted the sac, burrowing my tongue into the nerve-laden spot behind the balls. Gentle at first, then firmer. My eyes roamed up to his cock’s slit, which was oozing pre-cum. I pushed my tongue into his miracle inch and dragged it even farther south. "OH MY FUCK!" Jason’s entire body tightened up and his gasps were coming once or twice a second. I spun the tip of my tongue devilishly around the perimeter of his asshole, working it gradually right into the target. "You like that, huh?" I asked. He answered with his body, thrashing around in extreme pleasure. He snatched a pillow from the top of the sofa and buried his beautiful young face in it. I could only imagine the stifled screams of pleasure that were lost in the pillow; Jason surely didn’t want the sl**ping landlords in the small house to wonder what sort of carnal activities their young tenant was up to at one in the morning. I rimmed him tenderly, feeling his tight hole relax against my talented tongue. I lifted both Jason’s legs and placed them on my shoulders. I wet one of my fingers and carefully began to open him up. It took awhile to insert the finger (his hole was fighting the intruder) but his slot began to release its tension, with a lot of tongue action. I slid the finger back out and licked two more, easing the pair in before his hole had a chance to tighten back up. I flexed my fingers and felt him stiffen. I moved my mouth to his cock, taking him to the balls. He was in heaven. I kept the fingers buried and began to weasel in a thumb. Once I had it in past the first knuckle I was able to pull that smooth fuck hole open. The head of my cock is pretty thick and I knew Jason was going to have to be pretty loose to take it. "Got any lube?" I asked, jacking his hard cock while he tried to think about my question. Jason’s right arm flopped back and felt around at the small table next to the sofa bed. He pulled open a drawer and fumbled around. He came up with a large jar of Vaseline. Messy, but effective. I flipped the plastic top off the jar and scooped out some of the grease. By the looks of it, he’d been using the Vaseline as jack off lube for awhile. I slathered enough of the jelly on my hard cock so I wouldn’t tear him open when I buried it. "Are you going to fuck me?" he whimpered, squeezing my neck with his calves. "You want it, don’t you?" I let my tongue tease the dripping head of his cock while he decided. "Put it in slow." He knew how big and thick it was. "And not all of it. Just the tip. I’ve never been fucked before." I reared up and began to push my greasy cock head against his fluttering asshole. "I’ll go slow," I promised. The tongue action and finger fucking had already loosened Jason up quite a bit more than I had thought; my slippery hard-on sank into his ass like a thick hot poker. "Oh man!" he moaned, his hands on my pecs. His fingers squeezed my nipples, pulling them hard as I sank deeper. "Only half! Please, only half!" I reached down and felt. "It’s all the way in." I smiled as he winced, then I began to slowly pull my dick out of him. His entire body flinched when I slid it back home, my greasy pubes rubbing against his open hole. Each time I pulled out a little faster and added a little more f***e when I buried it again. Jason was going nuts, giving me every variation of "Oh my God!" known to man. The pillow was cast aside and he instead had his face against my body, voraciously kissing my chest, neck and face as I long-dicked his virgin hole. I have pretty good stamina, allowing me to give a hot guy a nice long fuck before cumming. Sure, I could feel my balls ready to boil over, but I concentrated on fucking Jason’s brains out until his ass was a nice willing receptacle for the load that was about to explode inside him. I reached down and took Jason’s cock in my hand and began to jack him off. There was enough pre-cum on his dick to really get him close. "Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!" he finally gasped. He arched his back and began to fire ropes of sperm. With each squirt, his tight ass squeezed me; I couldn’t hold back any longer. I looked him in the eye and told him that I was going to cum. He simply wrapped his arms around my neck and let me fuck him, my scalding seed flooding his tight young ass. It felt like I was emptying a gallon of hot jism up inside him and I could tell from the look in Jason’s eyes that he could feel my thick liquid filling him up. I told him that I was breeding him, as I was breathing hard and starting to sweat. My left leg started to spasm as I tightened my ass and again and again, trying to drain every last drop into his tight ass. Both drained, we lay intertwined on the bed, neither of us speaking. I left my cock (still hard) up his ass and began to fuck him again once the urge returned. Before the sun came up, I gave Jason three more loads. I left him naked with his freshly-fucked hole leaking cum, pulling away in my car before the neighbors got up and saw me leaving

Grace 3-The Client

The author kindly advises that this scenario contains descriptions of groupsex and graphic language and is only suitable for persons over 18 years old. Grace 3-The Client (Grace fucks in a cage at a groupsex party) Two weeks later Grace found a message on her phone. Alex told her the city client expected her in the evening noting the time and the address. Dressed in jeans and a jacket, Grace arrived on time at what turned out to be a stately home. She rang the bell, was let in and shown a large room at the back of the building. The window blinds were closed. The carpets were red just like the upholstery and lighting. There were red sofas in the dimly lit room and a red podium in the middle with a cage the size of a modest car. It was high enough to stand in. Alex had given her some details but didn’t tell her about the cage. She met the guests; one man and three women in dark formal evening wear entered the room. Soft rhythmic music was playing, champagne was served and Grace mingled, drank a glass or two and entered in polite conversation. As the evening progressed Grace noticed how the women were trying to touch her up. Alex had told her about the ‘audience’, to expect groupsex. The females were kissing her and she eagerly kissed them back. At the same time she felt a hand opening her pants and fingers moving between her legs into her panties. More and more she was touched and groped by the man and women alike. Buttons came undone; her clothes fell to the ground. Grace was the only one naked in the room between these four people in evening attire and shared amongst all present. She was asked to place one leg on the couch and slightly squat. All four people took some lube on their fingers and inserted it between Grace’s legs. She closed her eyes and gasped when fingers entered her cavities. A servant opened the cage. Grace was asked to enter and went inside. In the middle of the cage she slightly squatted with her legs spread and placed one foot up against the side of the cage. She opened her pussy lips with the fingers of one hand, with the other hand she held on to the roof. The audience had a good view of her exposed genitals. Grace was nervous. She didn’t know what would come next. Two naked African men appeared. They were both muscular, well endowed and rock hard. The cage opened, the men were let in and the door closed. They liked the sight of Grace squatting in front of them. The men virtually attacked Grace’s crotch from both sides. The women were very close to the cage as to not miss anything of what unfolded. The men were frantically licking her inside and out, vigorously sucking her pussy lips. Grace was horny and enjoyed these hot tongues penetrating her. After five minutes of frantic action she lowered herself to the ground. Grace went quickly on all fours, spreading her legs wide, arching her back, pushing up her ass. One man immediately mounted her, entering her slit with his hot rod. She crawled through the cage to get away. A deliberate ploy. It made the action look more dynamic. The man behind her latched on to her. The other one f***e-fed his cock into her mouth. Grace pulled herself up against one of the sides to give the audience a spectacular view of the meat penetrating her. She spread her legs parallel to the cage grille half a meter from the ground. She was hot as hell and wanted the men probably more then they wanted her. One black man clung on to her from behind and fucked her vertically between her widespread legs while the other one squeezed her boobs, licked her neck and deep-kissed her. To relieve the friction she pushed her ass up in the air. That only made it more intense. The raging cock went even deeper inside, wildly pumping her red hole. The women were on the other side of the cage, only inches away from the cocks and tongues sliding into Grace. They saw up-close how Grace’s area between her legs was red, swollen and throbbing. The men were pushing each other to gain access to Grace’s holes. The women were egging the men on to fuck harder. Grace was now hotter than she had ever been and couldn’t get enough. The friction between her legs drove her wild. She slowly dropped from the side of the cage offering herself to the men as fuck meat. She was on the floor of the cage on her back, spreading her legs as wide as possible, pushing her pelvis up. She invitingly presented herself to them. The men sensed how hot Grace was, that she was as ready for mating as they were. The pace of stabbing cocks and penetrating tongues increased. Grace loved every minute of it. The dim red lights and pumping music turned her on even more. The audience was right next to the cage as to not miss a second of this fuck spectacle between a hot young teenager and two raging studs. After what seemed like an eternity one of the men grunted, latched on tighter to Grace’s midriff and shot his load. Grace felt how the hot liquid ran down her cavity. The black man let go and immediately the other one took over. He stabbed his burning cock into her slit. Her hot pussy lips clamped the fast sliding meat. The pace was furious. The guy was panting and grunting. The women in the audience loved the hot fuck show. They had a close-up view of the action. They were by now all naked and fingering themselves out of hotness and excitement. Grace turned around and pushed her bum up, opened her ass cheeks with one hand and spread her legs wider. The man’s cock left her slit and pushed into her anus. She felt the hot meat entering her cavity. Suddenly he moaned, stiffened up and deposited his cum deep inside her bowels. She felt the hot spunk hitting her inside walls. Grace was close to losing it. The women in the audience saw how Grace’s muscles tightened. She trembled, her legs turned into jelly. She was panting heavily and grimaced. With a slight squeal liquid squirted out of her pussy, spraying over one of the men. Grace fell to the floor exhausted. The cage was opened and she climbed out. The rest of the evening was spent fucking on the floor and couches. Grace’s first hot and anonymous groupsex experience. Tongues penetrated her deeply from all angles and the women fucked her with strapons in many positions. She didn’t know these strangers but that didn’t matter. She eagerly spread her legs really wide to give the men and women the best possible access to her red holes. Tongues licked the length of her crotch. Lips and fingers worked her clit. At one point she was on all fours on the ground licking someone’s clit while a woman’s head was between her legs eating out her wet slit. Grace came several times that night. It was early next morning before she put her clothes back on and returned to the University grounds. She had trouble going to sl**p. Her genitals were throbbing and carnal images filled her mind.

Gwen 4

We left the shoe store and started wandering down the mall.  We did some window shopping finding an outfit in a store window that she liked.. a red plaid jumper (short skirt of course) with high white stockings/socks that came up over the knee and a little white shirt.  I couldn't say no to her.  So instead of going in with her, I hust handed her my card and said, just that outfit, I am starving.  She giggled and disappeared into the store.  a few minutes later she came back out wearing the outfit with her new boots.  except she left off the shirt.  turns out the little jumper laced up the back, so it fit up snug from her waist up, and sort of pushed up her boobs.  the skirt was a pleated kilt looking thing, and when she spun around to show it off, it showed quite a bit of ass and twat... I grabbed her hand to make her stop twirling the skirt around.  I looked around and there were quite a few guys around, teenagers, young men, middle aged fathers, grandfathers and all of them were rooted to where they were standing, staring.  the women with them had huge eyes, and were gasping, except for a couple who I think might have been gay or bi from their obvious appreciation of the displey.  Did I tell you she had a sweet little ass, round and firm and oh so edible...  She hugged me and pulled me down for a kiss on the cheek and whispered "I am so wet right now, it is about to start running down my legs.  she licked my ear and started dragging me down the mall toward the food court.  I wanted a slice of pizza, so I went through the line and got a huge slice of pepperoni, nasty and greasy, like Pizza should be.  Gwen didn't want pizza, so we went on to the corndog place.. you know with the girls in the funny hats... She knew one of the girls from school and they giggled and chatted for a minute, Gwen introduced me to Karen.  Karen was taller and a bit heavier, not really overweight.  But she had a major set of boobs.  early bloomer.  damn.  Karen was cute, reddish hair and braces. Gwen got her corndog and drink, and with a wicked grin at Karen we walked away.  She picked a table that was in a corner, then sat with her back to the room, I sat with my back in the corner.  I started in on my pizza, and she looked at me with an evil grin and started licking her corn dog, up and down, staring me in the eyes.  She wrapped her mouth around the end of the corn dog and started bobbing her head up and down, like it was a cock.  I looked around in a panic, but noone else could see what she was doing.  She kept going for a minute stopping occasionally to lick the end of it, then suddenly she bit of the tip of the corn dog, and I nealy jumped out of my seat.  She just laughed...  Once she finished lunch, she grabbed me by the hand and dragged me into a sexy lingerie shop. We walked around, she would pick up little wisps of sheer cloth and ask me what I thought.  I woulde mumble something and feel my face getting redder.  She took a handful of things and said I want to try these on, you can go with me.  I was sort of stunned and just followed along wandering what I was going to say to the sales girl.  Gwen turned back and told me that Karen's big s****r Caitlin worked in here. Caitliin greeted us from behind the counter. she was a fully redheaded version of her younger s****r with a major set of tits, at least a 38DD, in a low cut shirt displaying what she had to great advantage. Gwen held up her handful of stuff and said "we want to try these on.. n Caitlin smiled and said, "sure, dressing room 4, all the way to the end.

My friends penis...

My favorite part in adult flicks, was to watch the bitch drop to her knees and lick the man’s cock. I loved watching the cock fucking the mouth of the subdued bitch. I also loved the sight of the whore getting showered with thick white man cum on her well fucked face. I knew I had to try it. Only, I didn’t want to shove my cock in a woman’s face. I wanted to get down on my knees and get my face fucked by a well hung man. The problem was, that I had no one to ask for it. I had no faggot friend, and I was afraid that, if I asked a stranger for it, he would then fuck my ass open wide. The idea of a burning man rod stretching my tight rectum open, was terrifying me. The natural choice was Jim. Well built and handsome, he had always had great success with women. His bitches always looked great and were raving about his beautiful cock. I was going to taste it soon enough. After all, he was a friend of mine and would never open my ass against my will. For days I looked for a chance to ask him for his cock seed. Finally, a day we were hanging out at his place, I did. He froze with surprise. I was afraid he was going to beat me up instead of feeding me his rod, but he didn’t. I started begging for it. I said I wanted to lick him good and hard, and that I would tell no one. My cock was getting rapidly hard and I understood I just loved begging for it. Finally, he looked at me and said “ If you want to lick it Angel, go for it”. I almost came when I heard that, but restrained myself. I bend towards his crotch and unbuckled him. I was about to take his cock out of his pants, when he grabbed my hair and stooped me. “Not like that. Get up and get naked. I like my bitches stripped when they blow me”. I got up from the couch we were both sitting, and started to undress trembling with lust and horniness. I turned my back at him and took my clothes off. I had just asked for his seed in my mouth, but was too shy to strip facing him. As I bent myself to take off my boxers, I felt my asshole stretching and heard Jim moaning with lust. “What an ass” he said and grabbed my left asscheek, shoving the tip of his finger in my little hole. I jumped and turned around, only to be faced with a naked Jim. A great cock was waiting for me. He had stripped naked himself and stood there wanking his cock softly. It was a good 9incher and thick, an absolute fantastic. “Get down on it Angel” he commanded, and I obeyed instantly. I dropped on my knees and he f***ed it past my lips. I grabbed the rod and took over. I started licking his shaft from its base to the sweet cock head. Its taste was much better than I had hoped. I could get easily addicted… I slurped at his cock head, either licking his peephole or taking it in my mouth. I loved it. I took it out, held it up and went for the sack. It was there, big and beautiful. I worshiped it with my tongue, licking each ball or wrapping the whole sack with my lips. I could only fantasize of the load they had in store for me. Jim was moaning with pleasure. I looked at his face and saw him looking down at me with immense lust. I went back on his cock, taking it in while I still had his balls in my palm. I licked and wanked him slowly until I felt his balls tighten. He took his cock out of my mouth, a string of saliva still connecting his beautiful shiny cock head to my well fucked lips. He started jerking off like a madman, only inches from my face and my open, waiting mouth. And then I got what I had worked for. He shot his sticky cum all over my face. On my forehead and my nose, on my eyes and in my mouth. He shot a lot and I loved the feeling of hot cream coming down my face and dripping on my chest. He tasted great and I wanted more. I grabbed his cock again and started licking it clean much to his pleasure. I had soon licked it dry, but was happy to see that it wasn’t going limp, so I went for it. I started blowing him again. I wanted him to cum in my mouth this time. I wanted his cum straight from the source. But Jim had other plans for me. “You had your pleasure, Angel, now I am gonna have mine. I want you on your hands and knees. This load is not ending up in your mouth, sweetie”. I was scared to death. It was ridiculous of course. I had just received his load on my face and was working hard for a rerun, but was scared shitless when It came to him shoving that stick of his up my round bum. On the other hand, I knew I would want to know what it feels like to have a cock opening your rear passage. Instead of having a stranger brutally fucking my little virgin ass, I would rather give my cherry to Jim right now. I stood up silently, took a pillow from the couch and threw it on the ground. I knelt in front of it and bend over it, my elbows and chest resting on it, my legs spread as much as I could. I felt my hole stretching and got hornier than ever. He kneeled behind me and started to play with my ass. He massaged my globes and fingered my tight hole with as much as three fingers. I was looking over my shoulder at him, a grimace of pain on my face, a grimace of excitement and lust on his. He put his burning cock on my crack and started going up and down slapping me on my hairless asscheeks. Suddenly, he put his head in my butthole and pushed. I yelled and grabbed the pillow, biting my lower lip which was still covered with cum. He was too big and my little boyish hole was – still- too small for him. This was soon going to change, but it hurt like hell. He kept pushing but just couldn’t get past my sphincter. I took my hands of the pillow, grabbed my globes and pulled them apart as much as possible. Now that I had dropped on all fours, I would have him fuck me even if it ripped me apart. “Fuck my ass open, big guy” I told him over my shoulder and he did. With a powerful thrust, he went past my ring and deep into my rectum at once. I screamed in pain, embraced the pillow again and let my cheeks cling around his cock. The feeling of being bent and fucked by a powerful man, your ass helpless at his disposal your rectum belonging to him, was great though painful. From then on, it was a revelation. Each push took him further inside my body. Each inch gave my ass new measurements. When he was all the way in, I could feel his pubic hair scratching my ring. He kept still for a minute giving me time to relax. And then the real fucking began. He started going in and out with increasing speed. He ended up pounding my ass, me shouting when he came in and moaning for more when he went out. He was obviously experienced and my anal passage soon relaxed as much as possible under the circumstances. He was fucking the living hell out of my ass, making himself a whore out of me. After a good and long fuck, he shoved his cock in my belly held still and started cumming in my ass. His cum filled all vacant space, warm but soothing for my ripped rectum. After he was done he bent over my back and whispered in my ear that this was the best ass he had ever had. In the meanwhile, I had already cum twice. Once when his cockhead went past my ring, and once when his cum filled my bum. I was satisfied and was thinking I should have bent my ass open a long time ago. After he went soft, he pulled himself out and helped me sit on the pillow. It was difficult with my newly stretched butt sore from the fucking it had received, but I managed. I took his limp cock and cleaned it with my mouth. It would be ungrateful to leave my worshipped sodomite like this… “You are a great fuck, Angel, and I have a final gift for you”, he said pulling his cock from my mouth. I had a gift of his coming down my face and one coming out my asshole that was still trying to take its former size, so I would take anything he wanted to give me. He aimed at my well fucked face and started peeing f***efully. I didn’t try to avoid it. I kept my eyes shut and opened my mouth to taste his final offering.

Fixed Up

Fixed Up – The Complete Story (MF, Cons) It was nearly noon, “time to think about lunch,” I thought to myself as I looked up from my computer screen for the first time in an hour. As my focus went from close-up to distance I was shocked to see Stacey part her legs, and this time she was NOT wearing panties. Her silky smooth pussy, fully shaved, seemed to glisten in the half-light under her short skirt and between her parted legs. I gulped and thought, “I need to look away, it would not be good to get caught shooting this beaver!” But my gaze was fixed and I don’t think anything could have pried my eyes off that beautiful site. Her clit peeked out of the folds of skin begging for attention and at the moment this thought crossed my mind I saw her hand appear under the table and her fingertips sought out that glistening slit. She paused for a second with her middle finger tip on top of that cute little button, and then it slid down and disappeared inside her pussy! “Whew, I need to catch my breath,” I thought as I watched that finger go deep into her puffy little snatch. I felt my cock harden in my pants, aching for attention at the erotic site that was playing out in front of me. As a reader to this event you must be thinking you are stepping into the middle of something, so I will take a moment to bring you up to speed on what was playing out in front of me. I work for a medium sized insurance settlement agency, we have the top three floors on a 10-story building and for the most part this is a pretty modest workplace, although casual dress is encouraged. Business has been slow and top management decided that it was time to renovate the 9th floor. In an effort to keep customer service up where it should be some VP decided that we could double up the workstations on the 8th floor where I worked. One Monday morning there was a loud commotion as the maintenance people began setting up folding tables in the normally wide aisles between the rows of desks. I knew they had proposed this but had no idea what to expect, but within a couple hours a long row of tables was strung down the middle of the aisle in front of me and the IT guys were stringing cables and power as others set up the work stations. Stacey, a very thin apricot blond, would be taking up position right across from me according to the large paper sign taped to the front of the table. This table barely fit between the two large posts that ran down the center of the large room. These posts were about 3-foot square provided the only privacy that she would expect during the time the renovation would take. Most of the people moving down from the 9th floor had private office spaces and Stacy was the only one in her row that had some expectations of privacy to each side. I knew Stacy and trust me, her very wide eyed innocent appearance had been the motivation for many jerk off sessions once I got home. Now when I say I know her I should explain that I have worked with her professionally on a couple settlements and have seen her in the elevator on a weekly basis. She knows my name but we have not socialized or ever exchanged a social word in the 8-years I have worked here. Stacey had an arm full of papers and files as she made her way to the table. She was walking down the new aisle between my desk and her table and as she got near my desk she said, “looks like we’ll be neighbors for a while.” Stacey always dressed nicely, casual, but very crisp and stylish. Today she had on a cute little short skirt, a soft fuzzy sweater, and low heels that made her slim legs so shapely. She did not wait for a comment from me as I looked up from my work. She turned to face her table and nearly lost the bundle of work she carried. As she tried to maintain control she bent at the waist to put it down on the table and her short floral skirt crept up showing her creamy cheeks with a bright red thong string up her backside. I looked down at my desk trying to maintain my composure. Typically in a day at work my mind may wonder to some smutty scene buried in my imagination and I have one of those many sexual thoughts that surveys tell us most guys have. But to have this slender woman show me her butt nearly had me blowing a load in my pants. The entire event lasted for about 4 seconds, but it would burn in my mind forever! As she regained her balance and stood up she casually tugged on the skirt and found a passage between the next set of tables and took her seat. She seemed not to care that her butt was in plain site, and there is no way that she could not have know how much she showed off. I had put my head down while trying to peek over the computer screen to see her move into place. She did not make eye contact and was in no way flustered by what just happened. I tried to get my mind back on business but my cock ached and I could not help sneaking a peek her way from time to time. Realizing that my mind had been on lunch I checked my desk clock and at that point I must have gasped as I noticed that the little round clock lined up perfectly with Stacey’s crossed legs clearly visible under the table. She was on the phone typing madly on her computer but there was a casual air to her pose as her shoe dangled off her toe. Her toenails were neatly trimmed and painted to match her nails that flew across the keyboard. This was doing my aching cock no good. I noticed it was time to punch out for lunch and I knew I had to get some relief or my cock was going to explode! I grabbed my coat off the back of my chair to hold in front of me, as I knew my erection would show through my thin pants. I am not one of those guys that have a cock to brag about, but when I get hard it sticks straight out and I didn’t need a tent to reveal what was on my mind. I punched out quickly and hurried to the elevator to ride down to the ground floor. My plan earlier plan was to go to my car for a short nap, but now I wasn’t sure what to do as my cock ached for attention. I stepped into the open elevator door and as I turned around the doors started to close. Suddenly a hand appeared between the closing doors and I recognized the apricot colored nail polish and knew instantly that it was Stacey. She stepped in, winked at me, and then turned with her back to me. I could smell her perfume, a very subtle sweet smell of flowers it seemed to me, but I was no judge of this sort of thing as my past girlfriends used little of the stuff and I never had a relationship long enough to buy them any. The doors began to close again and a large woman pushed through them forcing everyone to the back of the car. Stacey moved back towards me and I could feel my hand brush against the soft fuzzy sweater in the small of her back. I was still holding my coat over my hard-on and feared that if she moved any closer I’d jab my cock into her ass. The doors closed and the ride went quickly, my cock throbbing and feeling hot as a poker. The car stopped once on the 5th floor to let off one rider, which caused some jockeying for position to allow the person out. As everyone shifted a bit I felt the tip of my cock push against the soft backside of Stacey and was so embarrassed as I had no where to go to get out of the way. When the doors closed everyone moved back into position for the shorted ride to the ground floor. Stacey left quickly without a word and I was so relieved as I was sure she’d know it was my cock poking her. I made my way to my car in the parking garage across the street and in the dim light of the ground floor I opened my fly and let my hard cock free of its confines. This was risky, but I needed to get some relief. I cupped the head of my cock in the palm of my hand and felt slick pre-cum coming out my slit. I rubbed gently smearing the small amount of liquid around and then gave about 4-pumps on my gorged cock and let go a wad of cum that hit the steering wheel. I was shocked I had cum so fast and held my hand over the end to catch the rest of the thick cum in my hand. It was so slippery and warm I wanted to rub it all over the head of my cock but thought better of it. I cleaned up with a stray napkin lying on the seat and got things back in place before leaning the seat back to try and clear my mind. I closed my eyes and all I could see was the creamy rounded cheeks of Stacey’s butt and that satin thong string peeking out between the crack of her ass. I had to get my mind off this or I would be hard all over. I must have drifted off to sl**p as soon as I had that thought and was roused by my cell phone that I had set as an alarm before leaving the building. It was hard going back to work, I had a project with a deadline and I could not get in this condition again. I made my way back to my desk and was relieved to see Stacey had left a little sign on her table saying, “back at 4:00 PM”. This meant I had 3-hours to get some work done and I buried my head in my computer with no further thought of the late morning events. I was called to my supervisor’s office a little before four so did not see Stacey when she returned to her table. My meeting was short and to the point and as I left she said, “I think they put Stacey across from you, would you drop this folder off for her?” “Egad,” I thought, “all I need is to get close to her now.” I grabbed the folder and headed back to the central part of the office. I saw Stacey on her phone so thought that made it easier not to get into a discussion of my hard-on poking her in the butt. As I approached her table, arm outstretched with the folder as if I was throwing firewood on a fire, Stacey held her hand over the phone and mouthed, “thank you,” and went back to the phone. I dropped the folder and stepped around my desk to finish up a few things before quitting time. I was relieved that she did not give me a look or attitude, she seemed just the same as in the morning when she flashed me her butt. I tapped around on a spreadsheet trying to get back into the swing of things, but my gaze was drawn to my clock and at that moment Stacey uncrossed her legs as if my gaze had flipped a switch to make them move. As she moved in her chair her legs parted a bit and I could see the red satin thong from the front side and I felt my pecker harden again. I looked back at my screen and did not dare look up the rest of the day. I saw movement as Stacey got up from her desk and looked up as she said, “see you tomorrow Phil,” and like this morning moved away not waiting for my answer. I looked at my clock, no pretty legs to frame it this time, and noticed it was past quitting time so I logged off the system and headed for home. I knew I’d be jerking off again and I had a front, back, and leg view to get me over the top tonight. I stepped out of the elevator on Tuesday morning and could see down the row of tables that Stacey was busy on the phone and as I stepped around my desk I noticed she was wearing a sheer fabric top with some sort of camisole to guard her modesty. It was such a pretty mint green color, and her strawberry blond hair lay softly on her shoulders contrasting the light pastel fabric color. I noticed the top had a plunging neckline and I could see the small cleavage peeking over the top of the neckline. Stacey had small breasts that always had the same shape, smooth and rounded. I had the feeling that she way a foam-lined bra as I made every woman’s breasts a study. When a woman has larger breasts change shape based on the bra they wear, but in this case Stacey must have had one style of bra as they never changed shape. My mind was a mess, I had jerked off twice last night, spewing cum all over my chest the first time. I had to concentrate on my job, there were too many chiefs setting at tables during this renovation period, I did not need them noticing my gawking at the sex pot setting across from me. As I logged onto the system I was greeted with a reminder that our team was having a short meeting this morning in our supervisor’s office. I had enough time to grab my folder and coffee and headed to the meeting. I had a presentation to make on the progress of our settlement so needed my focus and setting there looking at Stacey would not have helped. Like yesterday, as I left the meeting my supervisor said, “I hate to make you and errand boy, but Stacey will need this folder, can you drop it off?” It wasn’t a question, I was down towards the bottom of the food chain and took the question as an order. “You bet” I said as I headed back to my desk. As I approached Stacey’s table she looked up and smiled as she said, “good morning Phil, it looks like I owe you again for your help.” I tried not to look like I was going to drop and run so I got close to the table when a co-worker said, “Stacey, did you return that call yet?” Stacey had her hand out as if to take the folder from me as she turned her head to nod at her assistant. As she turned at the waist she leaned a little forward and her top gapped open and I had a perfect view of her breast and nipple as the bra gapped open as well. As I suspected, it was a foam lined bra, like a soft little cup that did nothing to hold her boobs up, rather it gave her more shape than she’d have without it. Her nipple was very prominent, it was as big as a pencil eraser and it seemed to be pointing right at me. Stacey was not paying any attention to me as she reached out for the folder and I had to move it to where her hand was. My view down her top lasted but a few seconds, but like the creamy butt shot, it would burn in my brain forever. The erect prominent nipple, dark as the walnut top of her table, set against the pinky-blush of her breast and was the most erotic thing I could imagine. As soon as her fingers closed on the folder I let go and realized at that second that she had not fully gripped it. Feeling it leaving her fingers she reached with the other hand to catch it and this brought her other breast into view as they both peeked up at me. “Woops, guess my mind wasn’t on business,” Stacey gasped as she grabbed the falling folder and sat back in her chair. I blushed a bit as she seemed to catch me staring at her tits, but she didn’t seem offended as she spun around to drop the folder on a small side table that had appeared overnight beside the post on her right. I was trembling as I reached my desk, I don’t know why my cock was not poking out in front of me, but as I sat down I remember thinking, “this is going to be another tough day.” I tried to concentrate between phone calls and other interruptions and the view across the aisle was pleasant, but not overly erotic. I must confess, Stacey was erotic in my mind regardless of what she was doing, but at least there were no beaver shots, thong shots, or nipple slips so I could get some work done. After lunch I nearly had my project completed and as I looked up I saw Stacey looking directly at me over the top of her computer monitor. I smiled but she seemed a million miles away as she did not respond to my smile. I was not offended nor did I put some sinister meaning to the lack of a returned smile. I glanced down at my clock and at that moment realized what was going on with Stacey. Her legs were parted, not just a bit to like yesterday when I got a peek at a red satin triangle between her legs. Her slender legs we parted wide enough to give me a full view of her pussy, that was clad in pink satin panties today. Her hand was lying on the edge of her skirt as if she had been playing with herself. “Was that my horny mind?” I thought. As I stared at the site in front of me I could swear that I saw her slit traced by what had to be very thin nylon or silk panties. There was a bit of shine to the panties that seemed to enhance the slit and it looked like a little bump near the top of the slit. “YIKES, I am looking too closely” I thought as the details played back in my mind. My stare was unbroken and then I saw her middle finger move down a bit and I could swear she played the fingertip over that little bump. “My GOSH” I thought, “She is masturbating right in front of me.” My cock was fully erect and as I shifted to make room for it my gaze was broken and I had the feeling I was being watched. I glanced up to see Stacey staring at me, this time she was not a million miles away. She had a pen in her hand and she slipped the rounded tip of it between her lips for a moment and then pulled it out and smiled at me as if to say, “love to suck your cock, why not come over here and lets get it on.” I was uncomfortable with my thoughts and had a sheepish smile to return to her as I turned to open a drawer digging around for a file. I had no right to think such thoughts, Stacey had not said a word or made any overt act to give me such thoughts. I needed to concentrate or I was going to blow a load right on the spot. Well you can rest assured that the rest of the week I was tortured daily to a panty display between those pinkish thighs, and as much as I tried not to stare it was impossible to look away. I was jerking off morning, noon, and night, trying to get a grip on my sexual arousal. But each jerk off made me bolder. I wanted to approach her to ask her out, but I knew if she agreed I’d do something stupid and then work would be pure hell. On Wednesday Stacey appeared to be wearing white cotton panties and she spread her legs far enough for me to notice that they were trimmed in thin pink lace. My first view of these panties occurred as soon as she arrived at her desk. She sat down quickly and spread her legs wide open as she set her brief case on the floor beside her chair. She had a fuller skirt on today and as she placed the bag on the floor she reached under the table to pull the skirt under her and flipped it up higher showing me her crotch as well as the waistband of what was a skimpy little bikini front, “this has to be a thong” I thought as I noticed the fabric disappear between the back side of her pussy. By the middle of the afternoon I was dying for another peek between her legs. And right on cue at about 2:00 PM she got that far away look in her face and parted her legs. I could swear that her panties were wet as they looked darker than they did in the morning and I again noticed the outline of her slit and again that little nub at the top of the slit. She did not touch her crotch today but began to move her legs open and closed, then crossed her legs hiding my view. But the erotic scene only got better at this point. She began to swing her foot and I knew she was pleasuring herself as the movement shortened between swings and got faster. Then it stopped and I looked at her face and saw it flushed. Her complexion, like the color of her hair, had that pinkish tint and the flushed looked was very pronounced, not like a blush, but I knew she had brought herself to the top of the hill and I wondered how wet her panties would be now. As I thought this I noticed her blink her eyes a couple times, then she looked right into my eyes and smiled that seductive, “cum get it big boy” look as I thought of it. I was hard again, harder than the other days. I seemed to have a perpetual hard-on this week and just knew that I was going to explode with a couple strokes tonight. Stacey was smiling at me as if she knew what I was thinking, and I could swear that she was mocking me with her hand. She had formed her hand as if she was stroking a cock and made a couple jerks, then she slid that hand under the table, begging me to watch. She seemed to give that jerk-off motion two more times, then parted her legs and pulled her skirt all the way up to show me the large wet spot in her cotton panties. She dropped her hand to her crotch, rubbed it all over the wet fabric, and then raised it above the table and licked each finger. I thought I was dreaming, this was beyond any fantasy I could dream up, yet I had no way to evaluate what I was seeing. Women do not come onto me. I am just a plain young man, not fat, but not some hunk either. Yet Stacey seemed to be showing me wildly erotic scenes and how should I read these? There was a bit of commotion down the aisle and this seemed to break the spell for both of us and I ended my day by rushing out, coat in from of me, and this time taking the stairs down a couple flights to avoid any elevator trips that were too close quarters in my aroused state. Thursday started off just like Wednesday. Another panty show as Stacey sat down. The panties today were white, but definitely NOT cotton. There were nearly sheer and I could clearly see her slit through the fabric but couldn’t see the bump that I had noticed before. I wanted desperately to see more but a guy simply doesn’t walk across the aisle and ask this cute vixen to spread her legs and let me see her cunt! As I slipped out for lunch I decided to set on a park bench in front of the building to eat an apple that I brought with me. It was a warm sunny late fall day so it felt good to set in the warm sun and feel the cool crisp air all around. I was lost in the thoughts of the erotic scenes over the past days and did not notice what was going on around me. I felt something brush my leg and looked over to see Stacey had sat right down beside me. Her leg had brushed mine as she sat down and to her left was another office working squeezing into the small space left. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I tried to move over to make room. Stacey dropped her hand on my knee saying, “you’re good, we have plenty of room.” Her hand lingered on my knee for a few seconds as she pointed down the street to the left saying, “Karen, isn’t that car just like yours.” As Karen looked away Stacey pulled her hand up my leg and lifted it off before getting to my crotch. “That was an overt act” I thought to myself. “No one does that if they are not looking for a response,” I concluded in my erotic hyper state. But now was no time to be making a move, but I was positive she wanted to get together and I wanted it as bad as she did. That was the end of the touching but my mind was filled with the warmth of thinking this little minx was hitting on me. Karen got up first headed back to work and crossed in front of me. Stacey followed her and as she stepped to my right she touched my shoulder and said, “Gonna CUM”. Now I know that is not how to spell the word, but just the way she said it made it sound so erotic and I just knew what she meant. Like other times, she moved off without waiting for me to answer and I was left to struggle with another raging hard-on to cover up and no way to get relief before going back to work. I had to move quickly to get punched in and sat down to finish up the afternoon. My crucial project was completed yesterday and I was just completing some odd cases that needed not much more than a rubber stamp and pass onto others. By the middle of the afternoon my cock was at full attention again. I was like a trained a****l; show him the treat often enough and they begin to know when to start jumping through the hoops. I glanced over the top of my monitor and noticed Stacey typing madly on her keyboard and decided there would be no show this afternoon as she was far too busy. But I was wrong, just like the other days she started to stare right at me without really seeming to notice me. Then her legs parted and her hand found that spot where the nub should be, and then she started to trace around that spot. As she moved her hand away for a moment I noticed the bump that had been missing this morning, and then her hand went back to work on that spot. She moved her fingers quickly and then pressed tightly against it without moving. I looked up; again the flushed look as she looked directly at me and smiled again. I gulped hard and tried to pry my eyes away, not wanting to break the spell, but also knowing that this was getting me deeper under her spell. Then my computer beeped and announced e-mail. I glanced down at the screen and was shocked to see e-mail from Stacey. I glanced back at here and she mouthed, “Open it.” Then she stood up, adjusted her skirt, grabbed her coat, and walked down the aisle. She was wearing heels today and her butt bobbed back and forth making the skirt sway from side to side as she headed for the elevators. I glanced at the clock and realized that we had been having mind sex, my new term created this week, for almost an hour. I had an hour to go and my cock ached again. I hesitated a moment with opening the e-mail. Our company has a very strict policy on e-mail use and anything in this e-mail would bi visible to the IT boys that use a key word search looking for violators of the company policy. I opened the e-mail and was relieved to notice that it was nothing overtly erotic. It did, on the other hand, intrigue me. She wrote, “I just love my job here, don’t you? Hope everything comes out okay for you at home. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow!” I knew instantly she was taunting me and yet in such a subtle way that unless a person had been setting at my desk the last 4-days they’d pick up no hidden messages. I went home with a messed up thought process. I wanted to ask Stacey out, yet my luck with woman did not have a good track record. I had been dating Sue, another co-worker, up until a couple months ago, but that had ended badly and I was not ready for another rejection. Sue worked as an executive secretary on the 10th floor and our relationship was pretty hot the first couple months. Then she started to worry that the fact that I was on the low rung of the corporate ladder might not reflect well on her if the executives found out. So it was like we had to sneak around to be together and when I mentioned it she got pissed off and made a huge scene in the lobby of our building. She made it sound like I was hitting on her and she didn’t approve, it was ugly and I did not want to have the same issues again. I jerked off a couple times when I got home, but the excitement of the public display by Stacey had dimmed a bit and I wanted more than my hand and a picture in my mind. By morning I was a wreck, her e-mail played over and over in my mind. Did she want me to approach her? Maybe she knew Sue and was trying to make my life miserable. Maybe this was a test by the HR people; my mind was full of every angle, except that perhaps she just wanted to see me. I guess my self-esteem was not back to normal at this point. I arrived at work and Stacey was not at her table as she had been the last several mornings. The top of the table looked like it was cleaned off so now I worried that my daily diversion was gone and any hope of trying to get close to her would be gone. I got busy with my duties and got lost in a new settlement since it looked like it was going to be a boring day across the aisle. I had really built this up as the day that I’d make my approach. The morning dragged on and no Stacey, I was so upset that I had let a perfect opportunity pass, so I buried myself in my work until lunchtime. I left the building with no desire to do anything, so I slumped down on the bench we’d shared to try to clear my mind. I guess I was hoping that she’d be there but my hour passed with no one near me. I was pretty gloomy by now so went right back to work and ignored everything around me trying to finish up this project before quitting time. It was Friday and instead of what might have been a hot date, I was going home to my thoughts of Stacey and her sexy shows. The office is always noisy on Friday’s as everyone cleans up projects for the week and gets ready for a weekend. But I was not in the mood for the usual jokes and chat. As I worked on filling out some paper reports I was alerted to e-mail and glanced up from the pile of papers to see that it was e-mail from Stacey. I glanced up over the monitor and there she was! Stacey had slipped in without notice and was setting at her table, hands on the keyboard and smiling warmly at me. I opened the e-mail, she wrote, “Miss me?” I looked over the monitor, smiled, and shook my head yes. Another e-mail beeped at me, and I looked down, Stacey again. I opened it to read, “Ready?” I looked over at her and she had her middle fingertip in her mouth. She pulled it out, pointed it towards the table and my eyes followed it like a trained dog. It was at this point that she parted her legs, revealing that she was not wearing panties, and let that moistened finger rub the nub of her clit, then buried it inside her. I felt flushed, I know my face must be red; I wanted her so badly. My cock was hard as a rock so there was no way I was going to stand up. I could not take my eyes off her hand, as she worked her finger in and out of her pussy. I swear I could smell her across the aisle, but knew it was just my mind. I wanted to grab my cock but had to maintain some control. Stacey stopped moving her hand under the table and I broke my stare long enough to look at her face. She was staring directly into my eyes and with her free hand made the jerk off sign she’d made before. I was shocked, she was taunting me and she had to know she had me aroused. I glanced down again and as I did she slowly slid her finger out of her pussy, I could see the wetness as she closed her legs, and then crossed them hiding her sex from my view. Then she began rocking her lower leg again and as I looked up at her had that far away look. She was masturbating again, she would cum and I would be her all sexed up and no way to relive myself. I was so distracted that I had not noticed the time, it was nearly quitting time and others were cleaning up their desks in preparation to leave. I looked back at Stacey just as she started to cum. Her foot stopped moving, she uncrossed her legs and her hand went right to her pussy, holding it tightly until the sensation eased, or at least that is what I told myself. My heart was pounding in my chest; I thought I’d have a heart attack or something if this did not stop. I wanted more, yet I feared we’d get caught in this display and both loose our jobs even though I was just a casual observer. Stacey pulled her hand away and I followed it as she brought her wet fingers to her mouth and like before she licked them clean. My phoned buzzed at me, it was like a shot was fired as I came back to the reality of the work place. It was a co-worker needing a final figure on my form so she could wrap up her work as well. I gave it to her after sum fumbling for the right sheet of paper. By the time I had completed the call it was quitting time and I had missed anything that remained of the sex show across the aisle. I looked up and Stacey was gone! Just like that, she must have slipped out quickly. Now I was worried, were all these women in this together? Had Sue set them up to drive me insane? I had a hard on that throbbed for attention and now I had to get out of the building without giving my excitement away. It was a wild Friday afternoon departure with everyone headed out at the same time. I decided to take the stairs like I did the other day. If I could get into the stair well I’d have time to get down a few floors and let the hard-on subside before getting in the elevator. I grabbed my coat, hit the time card machine and bolted for the stair door. I ducked through the door and once in the stairwell leaned against the wall trying to compose myself. My heart was pounding wildly, my cock ached, and I had to get my mind right or I’d probably fall on the stairs. I grabbed the rail behind me with both hands not concerned with the raging hard-on at that moment and closed my eyes and tried to breath slowly, and then I felt a presence, I had heard nothing, but it seemed like I wasn’t alone. I opened my eyes and there was Stacey, standing right in front of me, dangerously close. My cock was sticking straight out and as I formed a thought of what to do she stepped right up against me. She ground her pelvis into my hard on, I could feel it touch her and the she seemed to hump against me. I felt her pelvis rise and my cock, still in my pants, slipped between her legs. I was speechless, I worried that someone would enter the stairwell and we’d be in trouble. I wanted to stop her, but I couldn’t. I was so horny that I wanted to fuck her right here. I could smell her perfume, it was that light floral smell again, so subtle, so intoxicating. And yes, I could smell her pussy, the odor wafted up from her steamy cunt and I was totally out of control. I had never had such an erotic thing happen to me and didn’t have a clue what to do next. I didn’t need to form a plan, before I knew it Stacey had unzipped my pants, fished around and had my bare cock in her hand. She stroked it a couple times, then lifted her skirt and mounted my cock like before. I felt the head of my cock touch her shaved pussy mound, she moved around a bit and it slid into her wet slit. As I said, I was out of control at that point and instinct took over. My hands went to her butt and I pulled her closer as I bent at the knees a bit to position my cock where I had wanted it from the moment she showed me her bare butt on Monday. I felt the tip of my cock at the opening I desired and was ready to shove it in when she pulled away. “You are going to need to wait for that big boy,” she mocked in false anger, “we need to be a little careful here.” My cock felt cold from her wetness and now in the open air. I knew I had oozed some pre-cum and now I wanted to cum. She knew it and was not doing this to tease me, as I was about to find out. I felt her hand close around my cock and she started to pump it furiously, leaning in against me. I knew I wouldn’t last long with all the pent up frustration, and on the 5th or 6th pump I felt my balls tighten and she must have felt my cock swell as she stepped aside still holding my cock. I grunted and she aimed my cock at the door to the office and I shot a stream of white slimy cum all over the door. She held on as I shot wad after wad, and when I was done she rubbed me gently and I felt her work my cock back into my pants. “We’d better get out of here, we made a hell of a mess on that door.” I looked over and saw the slimy streams of cum streaking down the door headed for the shiny tile floor below it. I turned back and looked into her eyes, they were pretty blue, something I had not noticed before. Stacey had that flushed look like in the office, yet I knew she had not cum with just the touch of my cock. There was a gentle look in her face, yet I knew she was in charge of the moment, and quite honestly, she could have demanded I throw myself down the stairs and I would have done so to please her. Stacey moved towards me and I felt her lips brush mine. She smelled of flowers and sex, and I could smell my messy cum as well. We kissed, gently at first, then her lips parted and I felt her tongue touch my lips. I let her slide it into my mouth and then I was lost in lust again. I wanted her, all of her. I had to get her naked and make passionate love to her.

My brown beginning part 6

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Sara group fuck hotel

Sara is in a hotel room, legs held wide open, bare feet in the air,stretched wide , but also legs held firmly apart by two street whores - nothing too pretty - real fuck slags. She is a brunette, with long wavy hair, dark eyebrows, dark brown eyes, a fit and toned body - set off with bikini lines. She is unshaven and her black curly pubes run between her legs all around her puckered asshole. There is a hint of black hair running in a thin line from her pubic bone all the way to her tummy button. She has pretty feet, her toes painted dark red. Her breasts are small but pert, with brown nipples, stiff and jutting out, super sensitised because of her situation. She is totally naked, covered in sweat. All of this in a off a public restroom off a highway. She has already been 'had' by some strangers, who have cum inside her - cuz there is seed dripping from her into an increasingly large and creamy puddle on the floor under her ass - her cunt hair is all matted and creamy and her pussy lips are swollen and red, pussy open and used, asshole relaxed and coated with cum.....there is a heavy smell of cum and sweat in the air. there is a splash of cum on her tummy where someone has obviously 'pulled out' of her and jetted on her belly (which is a fucking waste!) the soles of her feet are dirty where she must have walked barefoot and naked into the toilet before being 'used'. One of the whores say's "we need more cock for this bitch! - only hung guys - no small cocks, we wanna see her gasp and cry out - - - we have all night to use her - fuck us first bareback if you need to so get full, but unload in her :-) One of the handful of strangers in the room, his cock out, glistening with leaking seed and pointing stiffly upward says "We should wear skins - what about VD!" The whore laughs at him and states "This bitch gets off on this you fukkin queen - she needs real cock, real cum, real skin! Off strangers! You don't like it - fuck off, now get that foreskin back and unload those balls into this fresh meat!!! No skins, bare cun't - bare ripped cock only!!" She is just a mess - her hair is matted and whisps of it are stuck to her forehead, she is grinning, a sort of leer really, pure lust - she is half dreaming and half awake, lost in sex with strangers, feeling the sensations from in her belly - her womb full of cum from who the hell knows who....she needs to piss so much, but she does'nt want to spill any cum - every time she laughs or coughs, streams of sperm sputter out of her, down her ass and drip in long streaks onto the floor with a just audible 'splatter' - a couple of guys have just walked in. Sara leans up and looks to her right, looks at the swollen pulsing uncut cocks which will shortly be deep in her open body, spurting fresh, hot seed into her open womb. - one is huge! his stiff uncut cock (at least 12 inches) and heavy balls hung in full view - he has postitioned himself between her legs - cock, its foreskin tight back over this swollen engorged purple head, already shining with pre-cum - pointing upward, veins defined and pulsing. He has his hands on her hips - she has her head up - looking down between her legs - cunt hair, soapy and the black hair matted with live sperm - she is so wet - he will be able to enter her - right up to the balls in one clean thrust......'take your time' she says to him, smiling openly - brown eyes looking right into him........'cherish it'.....the two whores take a tighter grip on her legs as she swings in the harness - - just at the right height for him (He grins whilst he thinks about how his wife cries out if he fucks her too deeply, this will be fun, he will be able to penetrate Sara all the way to his balls, she is completely open and will be unable to alter her position. Up to the cervix!) - - each put one hand under her buttocks, pulling both down and out - exposing her insides for his penis. 'Ride her stud' says one of them 'but slow and when you cum, just keep still and deep honey......be selfish - fill her belly with arms and legs - she's ovulating, look at how stiff and dark her nipples are - don't waste it. Fuck her and leave her' - she laughs and Sara grins, but nervously, he is big and thick, and she needs to take all of him in her body - - he slides in - slowly - she gasps - there is an obscene 'sqwelch' as the flood of sperm from at least 10 previous guys is both f***ed through her cervix and deep into her womb, as well as all over the floor and his balls. He is jammed all the way in - only his balls visible - firm, large oval shapes in his ballsack - they were hanging loosely between his legs before he entered her, now, his testicles aching, heavy and charged with cum, they have ridden up and each is tight alongside each side of his swollen cock. Sara has her feet in the air, with him still and firmly between her legs (he is being selfish, holding deep - cock knob jammed right against her firm cervix, he holds still and feels her - deliberately pulsing his own ass, so he can really feel the pleasure - he is rock solid, he will take his time. He has three daughters and a Son at home - he can make babies, he has form, he is a good fuck and he knows it! - Her toes were pointed, but now, due to the effort of taking him, her bare feet are arched back - toes curled upward with the strain....."oh fuuuuuck', she moans - her eyes wide open and startled - "Wow - he is fuckin h huuuuge!" - One of the whores says "Relax honey - take that cock, relax and take if to the root - feel it, feel it". As Sara tries to relax, she looks over his shoulder - the guy with him, with his distended cock already out, has been joined by more men - most already masturbating....she will need to pace herself - the smell of sperm and sweat is almost overpowering,,,,,,,she is going to cum again. Before she does so - he unloads, in long powerful pulses. She can feel each spurt - although her insides are warm, she can still feel each hot splash against the back wall of her abused vagina. One of the whores, seeing what was about to happen - is behind him - cupping his bollocks firmly in her hand - she is sqweeeezing his balls hard, in time with each pulse she can feel "Stay deep babe," she says as he groans in pleasure "Don't pull out" The other whore, who has her hand flat on Sara's bikini line announces to the men in the room "Fuck guys, I can fucking feel that! Each fukkin pulse - I can feel a bulge in her body - she gonna be pregnant for sure!" There is laughter in the room - a distorted sick sort of laughter, this is lust, this is like a common stud farm. Once the guy has finished he starts to withdraw - Sara, her head still up - nipples stiff and hard, looks around her at the scene. As he pulls very slowly out, she arches her back upward so as not to spill his seed, with her cunt full, she masterbates to a climax - moaning as her pelvic floor muscles pulse - taking his hot sperm deep into her, she doesn't spill a drop, he is the one.........Although now spent, his bollocks emptied and now slowly descending in his scrotum to hang heavily in the sac, his cock is still semi hard, a big and thick phallus by any standard, its foreskin now covering most of the distended helmet again, an inch of undelivered sperm hanging out of the open hole, dangling as it slowly stretches away from his cock, white and very thick. The shaft is covered in a white mucus - sperm from previous strangers and Sara's cum mixed together into a thick paste which covers him right up the shaft smearing his balls and the base of his pubic bone. 'Come here hon', says one of the whores, 'let the guys have some pics'. Sara sits half up - supported on her elbows with her legs still wide apart - the bare soles of her feet together. She is open for all to see, swollen red pussy lips and a clear hole into her body all covered in white foam. She is gaping about an inch wide caused by a combination of being fucked by a hung cock and sexual excitement. Her cunt lips are parted perfectly framed by her pubic hair. The stud stands beside her head, with his waist level with her face. His cock hangs half hard, drooping but still engorged, the veins on his shaft thick, like rope. He cradles her head with his right hand and rests it against the outside of his hip so her head is right alongside his genitals - the shaft of his wet cock presses against her cheek - its length running all the way from her eye line to her chin - his bollocks hang just below her face, the intended inference is clear.....i've just had this woman, and she loved it. Her belly is full of my seed. Sara slightly opens her mouth and gazes into the many eyes watching the scene - her stud gropes her left breast, with little care, like a a****l trader testing the stock. 'Photograph her you sick fucks ' says one of the tarts, 'post the images all over the fucking net'!! Sara's eyes flutter as a number of flashes from mobile phones go off - this is a truly obscene sight. The stud moves away from her, leaving a streak of white mess smeared down her face and cheek. ....now its time for more....'OK then' says Sara --'fill my belly'. She stands up, helped by both women. She is about 5'6", shorter that the men in the room. As she stands upright she cannot help but unload some of the sperm and her genital fluids from inside her body - some falls directly onto the floor between her feet with a dull, thick splosh sound - the rest pours thickly and slowly down the insides of the legs, in white streaks. She laughs in a low obscene drawl...'yep - that does it' she smiles.. She smiles gently with her eyes shut, enjoying the feeling of hot fluid on her skin. Two of the men are standing beside her, each with an arm around her waist - she in turn has her arms around their backs with her hands on their shoulders. Both men are fully erect, balls hard and swollen, cocks straining upward - each pulsing in time with the pulse of their hearts. The older man, wearing glasses is big and thick, uncut with a red and raw looking knob end - the hole at the end is more like a little pit than a slit, making him 'open' all the time. Some pre-cum has smeared all over the helmet and all over his retracted foreskin - but its more creamy than clear and Sara can smell it - its strong and pungent. The other guy has a bent tool which sticks out at 45 degrees, covered in thick veins - he has a very long foreskin and even though he is erect it fully covers his knob - the loose skin at the end wet. The shape of his helmet is clearly defined under the hood and is swollen - far bigger than the shaft. Sara gazes at it and licks her lips - 'I can't wait to feel that pull back in my tummy' she says and laughs. 'Slow down, slow down you cunts' says one of the whores - now its time to just use her, slowly. Sara, lie back again honey and just take these cocks in turn' She has a glass bowl in her hands and once Sara is back in the harness, she sits cross legged under her arse, with the bowl. 'If you guys spill any out of her - i'll collect it.......we gonna pore it into her ass at the end!' Now the situation has slowed down, each man is able to take his time enjoying her selfishly - holding back just before climax. One guy - too close to cumming for comfort, pulls out of her with an obscene 'plop' sound as his huge purple helmet leaves her body, he rests kneeling beside her and she uses her finger to collect a stream of pre-cum with which she coats her ass-hole while all watch. There is a steady 'slap-slap-slap' sound as their cocks fuck her in turn. She is half lying back and half upright so that she can look down her belly and both feel and enjoy the sight. Her black pubes are now covered in a white foam, her clit poking out through the 'v' of her cunt lips - sticking up through all the spent semen of her partners. At times, she reaches down her tummy and masturbates with her middle finger, sometimes dipping her finger into herself along with the phallus inside her. No-one talks anymore, her gasps, the sounds of sex and the atmosphere are enough. What a night.

Further meeting

Met my redhead again this morning... I was hard even before I got out the car, she was wearing a blue skirt to just above her knees and a blue blouse... I love buttons to undo... she looked so sexy this morning ,and she knew it... I have a condom or two in my pocket as well... well we met and took a short walk off hte path and into a clearing, the sun was barely up and it was chilly, but she must have been there earlier as a blanket was on the ground and an opened up sl**ping bag... I laughed and she said we both know what we were there for so why mess around... I took off my shirt, my shoes, socks and trousers... I stood looking at her in my boxers... she came over to me and knelt down in front of me, still fully clothed... my boxers were off in a flsh and I felt her warm mouth encircle my cock... she was up for it... man this was sooooooo good, she sucked on my throbbing bone moving up and down its length with a passion... my knees started to quiver as I felt my juices rise... I pulled her head down onto my dick harder, holding her hair I face fucked her, I could feel her resisting a little as I drove my cock into her mouth... Fuck my cum exploded out and into her mouth... some dribbled down her chin as she gagged and swallowed my seed... wow what a start to the morning... I was spent... I layed o nthe blanket and covered myself in the bag... she slowly undressed herself as I watched... her blouse and lacy... oooh so sexy bra came off... her tits were so pert and her nipples so hard... she turned around and dropped her skirt to the ground and stepped out of it... her arse was covered in a silky material now, I could see through it and so wanted to kiss her cheeks... she removed her panties and bent forward... I could see her neatly trimmed pussy between her legs... she turned around and straddled me... I reached to mytrousers and got the condoms out of my pocket... I opened one... she squatted down on my legs and took the condon off me... slowly she licked my still sticky semi hard cock until it was rigid again... she rolled the condom onto my dick... I thought she was going to climb onto my shaft but she moved further up mu body until she sat over my face... she lowered her sweet smelling, moist pussy onto my face... I felt buried in mer muff... my fingers spread her pussy lips wide and my tongue went to work... she did taste so nice... I trust my fingers and tongue into her... I used my whole mouth to suck and grind on her clit... it had the desired effect and she cum as she straddled me... her juices were all over my face now.... so yummy, I kept licking her cunt opening until she climbed off and lay next to me... I rolled ontop of her and she willingly parted her legs... I opened them further and lay on top of her... my cock founds its way into her wetness with a little help from her hand... missionary style! I moved slowly in and out of her... no rush... I looked down on her as I proped myself on my elbows... still moving in and out of her wet but tight muff... I started to move a little faster, the slapping slurping noises showing how wet she really was... she looked up into my face not making a sound... her legs came up aroung mine as she started to contract around my cock... she was cumming again... I fucked her harder now and she lifted her head of the blanket and with her arms around my neck buried her face into my cheek... fuck me harder she whispered, I did so... I could hear her little moans as she cum... I fucked her as hard as I could until she told me to stop... I did but I so wanted to carry on... she slipped my soaking cock out of her soggy cunt and keeping hte condom in place gave me the most exquisite and sensous hand job I have ever had, all the while looking into my face and telling me how much she loved eating my cum... I felt myself getting close to another explosion... I told her to speed up, to wank me harder and faster... she did not... eventually the ecstatic torture started to pay ... I felt myself fighting to hold back my cum as i was enjoying it so much... I moaned out htat I was going to shoot my load... take the condom off I groaned... instead she slipped my back inside her cunt and told me to fuck her... I did but not for long... my second orgasm was as hardas my first one... I thought it would never stop... as I slip out of her she pulled the full condom off my cock... I lay back... she leant and bent forward and licked my dick, cleaning it... as i watched she emptied the condom into her hand and drank my spunk down... that was so horny... we lay together for a while before she got onto her knees and put her bra back on... was the day over... she smiled when I asked if she was going... before I got home for lunch the other condom was filled up... a little further into the woods, I had eaten her pussy again and she had left me with a sore cock after sucking me dry and not stopping... role on next week is all i can say, I have not had sex like this in years! The only down side was her not letting me take a picture of her naked with my cum on her face...

JILL

Hopeless... Chris was growing quickly for his age. His life was full of the typical teenage adventures and problems, a body that was flooded with hormones causing most of them. The alarm had rung some time ago and his mom had yelled for him to get moving twice. He stretched and rolled out of bed, the virtually permanent erection of a teenager bouncing and leading the way as he headed for the bathroom to take his shower. He threw his clothes on for school still half-asl**p. It had been a long week last week with exams and playing ball. The next couple weeks should be a breeze, he thought, school's almost out for the summer. He planned to work on some local farms and part time at a garden center. He ran down the stairs and walked to the kitchen, still rubbing the sl**p from his eyes. His mother stood at the sink rinsing off a few dishes. Cereal sounded fine this morning and Chris leaned forward around his mom trying to reach for the cereal box in the cabinet above her. With one hand opening the door and the other reaching for the box he stumbled, unable to maintain his already poor balance. Jill Morgan was a Realtor with a large commercial property oriented company. At 37 Jill was still very young looking and considered a successful woman at work. She had to go in early today and was already dressed in her usual business suit, skirt and white blouse. Her jacket was hung on a nearby chair. Jill's week had not been a great one as there were seemingly always problems to be dealt with. Her mind was already working on some ideas that she had to correct a few of these. As Chris reached one legged and one armed for the cereal he fell against her. He grabbed for the counter top and his youthful erection pressed firmly against her rounded cheeks. Accident or not, each was acutely conscious of the sexual nature of the contact. Jill felt her face redden as she tried to move away. "Dammit Chris!" Jill yelled. Chris struggled to regain his balance and straighten up. Throwing his shoulders back to move away he pressed even harder against her. "Jeez, sorry, mom, I was just trying to reach in and grab the cereal." He braced himself for her angry reply. "Watch where you're putting that thing," Jill snapped. She immediately blushed realizing what she had said and was further embarrassed by the sharpness of her retort. She saw the startled look on his face. "I'm sorry baby, I just have a lot of things on my mind. Next time just be sure you're a little more under control when you reach for something Chris. Don't be in such a hurry. You could have waited a minute or asked me." She turned away but Chris saw her cheeks were flushed with anger or embarrassment, which he wasn't sure. "Ok mom, next time I'll watch it... and go slower" he retorted. He was a little surprised at her sharp response but even more so at his reply. "Now why in the hell had he opened his big mouth and said something so stupid," he thought. "He was only going to make it worse." His mom didn't respond, she only looked up at him out of the corner of her eyes. He ate his breakfast quickly and hurried out the door to school. Jill finished rinsing the dishes. She could still feel the impression of him against her derrière. She paused and laughed at herself. It had been quite awhile since she had experienced something like that, remembering when her husband used to slip up behind her at the sink and hug her, with a similar accompanying impression. It seemed like all she had time to do was work. Commercial property was male dominated and she was struggling to find acceptance and succeed. Her ex- husband, Thomas, was a lawyer and spent too much time on his practice. Jill wondered if she had used that as an excuse to spend so much time with her work. They just seemed to pass in the night and that hadn't been often enough to save their marriage. It wasn't always like that. There were times she ached for those intimate moments that they had. Like those little moments at the sink. Sighing to herself she considered, oh well, she always had her big pillow. But it still didn't take the place of, and her face flushed warm again as she remembered Chris falling against her. She was shocked and chided herself for the thought. Jill scolded herself for her sharp words to Chris and remembered his brusque reply. Oh well, he'll get over it. Finishing the dishes and cleaning the table, she set off for work. Chris had never considered his mom in a sexual manner. Well, he thought it was pretty cool checking out her panties and bra in the clothes hamper once. Although he had never really thought sexually about her before, Pandora's box had been opened and now his interest was piqued. At the end of the day, while walking home, he was unable to remember a single thing that had occurred; the whole day at school was a total blank. He walked in the house and he didn't expect his mom for a couple hours. They rarely ate before six and then often ate carryout as her work left little time for cooking. He threw his books on the bed and thought about what he wanted to do. He slipped into his Mom's room and looked around. Moving to her dresser he slid open the top right drawer. He slipped his fingers over the smooth nylon and cotton material of her panties. He held a pair up and tried to picture his mom wearing them. "Damn," he mumbled as his imagination pictured her, his eyes closed, his mind slipped to the next logical and provocative picture. Chris carefully laid the panties back in the drawer and closed it. He started to turn away, then opened several others. In the top left one he found her vibrator in back behind her hose and socks. He stared agape at the smooth life like latex. Holding it in his hand, suddenly realizing where it had been, the image of his mom with it burned into his mind. He carefully laid it back in the drawer and picked up a little bottle of lubricant. It had been opened so he knew she had used it. He closed the drawer. Pausing, he reopened the drawer to remember exactly how everything lay. His heart pounding, he went back to his room, quickly undressed and went to the shower to relieve the tremendous erection he now had. Jill came home with some supper and they sat quietly eating. She asked about school and his plans for the summer. Chris watched her, his glances no longer the same ones of the days before. He had never noticed the smooth curve of her hips or the softness of her thighs as her skirt rode higher when she sat at the table. He had never noticed the bounce or shake of her ass before as she walked across the room or stood at the sink washing dishes. He gaped as she stretched and her breasts pressed tightly against her blouse. Later after their evening baths he could barely keep his eyes from the impressions her nipples were making through her robe and blatantly gazed as her robe fell open for a moment and he could see them clearly outlined through her old nightshirt. That night he did something he would have never dreamed of. With his eyes closed and his hand moving smoothly over his hard aching cock, he thought of his Mom. The thought of the feel of his cock against her that morning. As he came in almost painful spurts, her image raced through his mind..." The following morning, even though Chris tortured himself with thoughts of the previous night, he didn't have the nerve to press against her again. Chris sat at the table and watched his mom. Jill washed the plates and cups, her skirt lightly swaying over her hips. Soon he was wishing he had tried the cereal box routine again this morning. He silently vowed that the next day he would live up to what he had said, yet knowing he would probably be too afraid to. Jill had noticed that Chris hadn't eaten his usual bowl of cereal this morning and only had toast and jelly. The reason suddenly came to her. She sat down across from him and looking over her coffee asked with a tiny smirk, "No cereal this morning Chris?" He blushed, mumbling, "uh... no Mom not today," but then seeing the look on her face he realized she was chivying him. He looked her deliberately in the eye and clenching his jaw added, "Tomorrow, maybe I'll have some tomorrow." It was Jill's turn to blush as she looked away. "Good God, Jill" she said to herself, "what kind of a thought is that. You're feeling neglected because your own son didn't press his dick against the cheeks of your ass again?" She shook off such an image and shouted her good-byes as she quickly rushed out of the house, glad that the drive to work would keep her mind occupied. Chris sat for awhile at the table. He finally grabbed his books thinking he was going to be late and dashed out the door. It had been a frantic day at work for Jill and she was tired. Her head was pounding and she carelessly bathed and threw on her nightshirt and panties. It was still early as she walked into the living room where Chris was watching TV. "Chris, my head is killing me and I'm going on to bed. Don't stay up too late, you have school tomorrow." She leaned down to kiss him on the forehead telling him good night. She went to the bathroom and took a couple cold PM capsules and went on to bed. Chris was still holding his breath. His cock was throbbing. His Mom had just carelessly walked in with her old thin nightshirt and panties and no robe. As she bent down to kiss him goodnight he even got a quick glimpse of her pink nipples. He would never have looked or even given second thought before, but now he slipped up to the bathroom for his shower. Once more he repeated the act of the previous night, but this time there was no confusion as his hand pounded back and forth over his hard cock and he groaned a whisper as huge spurts of cum mixed with the deluge of water... "Mom, mom, oh God mom..." Wednesday morning dawned bright and sunny. Chris was out of bed at the first sound of his alarm. He took a quick shower, and started to dress. He struggled to keep his morning erection in his boxers. He slipped his sweat pants on and held his erection against his abdomen with the elastic of his sweats. He pulled a tee-shirt and sweat shirt over to hide it. With the sweat pants holding him up the tip of his cock was almost touching his navel. He took a deep breath gathering his nerve for what he was determined to do. He didn't want to change his schedule too much or his mom would get suspicious, besides if he were too early she wouldn't be at the sink. He arrived in the kitchen at the precise moment his mother rinsed the first cup. He watched her carefully as he walked toward the sink, waiting for her to turn around, but her thoughts were at work. This time Chris lined up directly behind Jill before leaning forward. His aim was flawless. His hard cock pressed between the smooth globes of his mother's finely curved flesh. As he leaned forward allowing his weight to press himself harder against her, he raised to his toes reaching in the cabinet. The movement mocked an age-old rhythm against her cheeks. Jill gasped at the blatant contact. Her voice failed her and she could only stand unmoving as he retrieved his cereal and very slowly disengaged from his obviously sexual thrust. The hard impression between her cheeks burned into her even as he moved away. Before she could recover her composure, he had moved to the table and poured the cereal into his bowl. She swung around to face him. Her lips opened for the strong rebuke she was about to deliver then recalled what she had previously said and his flippant reply. Her own fault she thought, maybe I provoked it. Jill was able only to bitingly reply, "Were you able to reach everything today Chris?" "Yeah, thanks, mom, I got everything." "Yes, well, I hope you got what you wanted." Jill was stunned by her comment, even with her sarcasm. She had no idea why she had said anything that gave accepting acknowledgment to his actions. Why hadn't she just slapped him? Chris couldn't believe she wasn't beating him or screaming for what he had done and had even implied that she was aware it wasn't an accident. There was a cold silence, neither spoke and Chris quickly left for school. School was a worse drag than the day before had been. He wondered how his mother would treat him during the evening. He figured he was due to really be in some trouble for this morning. He smiled to himself, knowing he got even for her teasing and now whatever she did about it, it had been worth it. After Chris left for school, Jill had about thirty minutes until she too had to leave for work. She moved as though in a fog. She was having a difficult time accepting the fact that her own son had made a sexual advance to her. Even more trouble understanding why she hadn't slapped him or grounded him. She had little doubt that the first time on Monday had been an accident, but there was no mistaking the episode today for anything but what it was. Chris had deliberately pressed his erection against her, even going so far as pushing upward after the initial contact to increase the sexual connotation of his movements. Her first reaction was shock, astonishment at what Chris was doing to her. For the next few seconds she had been too involved in the feeling of it against her to think of anything else. Finally she had to admit to herself that the hardness pressing against her cheeks was her sixteen-year-old son's cock, and it was no accident. But her real concern was her immediate response. She had been angry the first time, shocked, but then taunted him to cover up her anger. Not expecting him to really come back, this morning left her completely unnerved. She sat with her coffee trying to calm herself. Her face flushed with embarrassment and shame. She had a warm ache in her hips, and her own son had sparked the response. She could still feel the impression, burning against her skin. Afterwards, her knees had been weak, and rather than finish the dishes, she had grabbed her coffee and sat down at the table. It was her fault. She should have ignored him, not tried to cover her own embarrassment and anger with a c***dish taunt. What should she have expected? But why, why would he do this to her? "I'm fine," Jill thought. "I've had a hard couple of days this week and it's just catching up to me." And immediately the unbidden thought, "My God it was so hard." She buried her face in her hands wondering why in the hell she thought of that. Jill planned on getting to bed early this weekend and getting lots of sl**p. Sounded like a perfect weekend to put all this to rest. The phone rang; it was her best friend, Jane, begging Jill to meet her after work and help pick out a new dress for a party she was planning on attending. Jill accepted immediately. It would mean she would be out when Chris got home and he would be in his room for the night by the time she got back from Jane’s. She wasn't sure she could face him; she really didn't know how to handle this morning's incident. Chris too was relieved to find his mother gone for the evening. He wasn't sure how to respond if she challenged him on the incident during breakfast. But as luck would have it, he saw a movie was going to be on TV that he had been waiting to see. It started at 9:00 and went until 11:00. Without giving it another thought, he stayed up to watch it. As the movie was ending, his mother arrived home. Chris couldn't face her and kept his eyes glued to the screen. "Chris, you going to bed?" Jill asked. "Yeah, about eleven thirty," Chris responded. He still didn't face her. Jill walked around the chair he was sitting in and stood between him and the TV. "I don't understand this little game you're playing in the mornings young man." It wasn't exactly the words she meant to say. Somehow they didn't come out right. She had gone over it in her mind exactly how she was going to scold him. "I was just playin around mom, I'm sorry." She studied him for a moment. Her voice dropped to hushed tones. "You'd better watch what you are doing. It's not a game and I'm sorry if I let you think for a moment that it was." For the first time he looked at her. "What?" "You heard me. You had better think about what you are doing carefully." Jill turned and went to her bedroom. Chris tossed and turned until the wee hours thinking over his mother's comments. But there was little doubt in his mind he would do it again. It had become a game, no; it had become more than a game. A test of wills and he wanted to win, but wasn't even sure what it was that he was going to win. He wasn't even sure he understood her remarks. But she would have to stop him. It would be her will against his. Thursday, he again rose early and dressed. He was anxious to get to the kitchen. He was hoping her little talk would make her think he wouldn't try anything this morning. Finally he went down the hall and entered the kitchen. His mother was just leaving the table. She stopped in the middle of the room. "Good morning, honey, you're up early this morning," she said, with a slightly f***ed smile. "I couldn't sl**p. I guess I was looking forward to getting started today." "Would you like me to get your cereal?" Jill asked. "No, that's okay, mom. I can get it myself." But Chris didn't move toward the cereal shelf. He stood leaning against the doorway into the kitchen. "Well, alright Chris; get the box you want." Chris hesitated then stood rooted to the floor. Jill continued to stand in the middle of the kitchen waiting for Chris to get his cereal. Starting to feel silly and foolish standing there and surprising herself, she quietly carried her dish and cup from the table to the counter. Leaning against the sink front, she began running water into the sink. Her words last night had ended this foolishness. Chris walked to the table and stood by his chair. He waited a couple minutes hoping she would think he wasn't going to do anything. As she became distracted with the dishes and the news on the radio he moved toward the cabinets. As he walked by Chris found himself directly behind his mom, her form bent over the sink rinsing the cups. It took him another second to make up his mind, to gather his nerve. Then throwing caution to the wind he turned and stepped forward. The very thought of what he was about to do and the fact that his mother had gone to the sink when she could have continued to wait him out in the middle of the room, caused him to become even harder. Chris leaned against his mother's fleshy rear-end. He heard her gasp, a quick intake of breath, her hands slapped against the sink as his rigid hardness pushed between her cheeks. This time he knew she was aware he was doing it on purpose rather than by accident and could stop it if she wished. As his hand reached the cereal box, he rode up and down his mother's cheeks. Chris risked everything by moving in a sensual motion between them. But he had gone too far to be denied. Jill had stopped rinsing the dishes and stood with her head tilted down almost in a stance of submission. In fact for a moment, he thought he felt her pressing back against him. He continued his sexual advances against his mother for much longer than previous incidents until he felt her tremble. Finally sanity returning he grabbed the cereal box and pulled away from the softness of her curved cheeks. He heard her sigh and straighten up and after pausing, Jill began to again rinse the dishes as she had in the past. She didn't turn to look at him or speak to him. He ate quickly in the ensuing silence. Finally he finished. He put a finishing touch to the morning by doing something he seldom had done since he became a teenager. He walked to the sink and kissed his mother on the cheek. "Bye, mom, see you tonight." He heard her gasp at his kiss and she turned her head and looked him in the eye. "Good-bye, Chris, We'll talk when you get home." He couldn't read the look in her eyes, but it certainly didn’t look encouraging. He knew he was in for it when she got home that evening. He hoped that was all it was going to be. Jill was stunned by the morning's events. She was well aware she could have waited until Chris got his cereal before she moved to the sink. The seconds ticked by and she felt incredibly silly standing there like that in the middle of the kitchen. She didn't think. Surely he wouldn't try that again. But by not waiting she had opened herself up to the contact. She tried to excuse her actions that she didn't have time to wait, that she had to get the dishes rinsed and get ready for work. But that didn't explain the sudden nervousness, the weakness in her knees when she saw Chris waiting by the door for her to go to the sink. It didn't explain why she was moist at this very moment or the warm ache in her hips. It also didn't explain the well of tears filling her eyes. The question she was afraid to ask herself was, what she was going to do about her fifteen-year-old son humping her every morning at breakfast. An unbidden thought flashed through her mind chilling her... mothers didn't do that with their sons. All day she was in a confused state, making errors she would never have made. Every time she sat down in her office chair she thought she felt him pressing against her. Tears filled the corners of her eyes, unsure if it was her son's actions or her lack of response that frustrated her so. By the time she drove into the driveway at home she was able to think of nothing else. She wasn't prepared for Chris arriving at the same time, as a friend dropped him off at the end of the drive. Chris walked up to his mother and took hold of her door just as she tried to step out of her car. His eyes fell to her thighs as her skirt slid up. Her pantyhose were sheer and her creamy thighs demanded his gaze. Jill was unable to recover from her actions by lifting her other leg quick enough to close herself, so for what seemed to them both like minutes, but were in reality seconds, she was open to his searching eyes. In the past he would have turned away, but now he couldn't tear his gaze from her displayed charms. "If you like looking at my panties that much, when I take them off I'll give them to you. Or were you expecting a view of something else?" Jill said with more than a touch of irritation in her voice. "I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry, really I am, but I couldn't help it, it's just... I don't know... you're not like a mom, or other moms, I think you're beautiful. I just can’t stop looking at you." Jill was stunned. Of all the things Chris could have said he had blurted out the one thing that could cool her anger. He hadn't tried to lie out of it or come up with a smart remark, but had told her exactly how he felt. She had always taught him to tell the truth and take your punishment. Jill looked away as she whispered, "But, honey, are you forgetting I'm your mother? What's been happening lately isn't proper behavior between a mother and her son." "Mom, you told me to be careful about what I'm doing. That it's not a game. Well I'm sure of what I'm doing." "Chris, I didn't really mean that. What you're thinking just can't happen, honey, it just can't." Jill suddenly realized that all during their talk she had never closed her legs. God, it was no wonder he was acting like he was. She stood up, pushed the car door shut and fled toward the house. The situation had gotten out of hand and her feelings were getting in the way of her morals. Friday morning Jill had an early meeting. She dressed quickly and left before Chris was up. She was thankful she had postponed another incident or confrontation with her son. Tomorrow was Saturday; maybe she would get a chance to cool down his raging hormones before things got totally out of hand. Chris ate his breakfast in silence and the whole day at school he was edgy and hard to get along with. His best friend called him a jerk. Chris of course didn't try to explain. What could he say; "I'm mad because I didn't get to push my dick against my mother's ass?" Neither spoke during dinner that night. When he was finished he went straight to his room. His mother had put on a robe that reached from her ankles to her chin. He wasn't likely to get any views of her anyway. He went to bed looking forward to morning. As Chris walked into the kitchen the next morning Jill was sitting at the kitchen table drinking her coffee. She shook with tension when Chris came through the doorway. "You're up early for a Saturday," she said, really not expecting him up for a couple more hours. Her gaze flicked to his pajama bottoms looking for his erection. Her mouth went dry, but her knees shifted. "God," she thought, "I'm like a teenager, thinking about sex when a male walks by." But she wasn't ready for sex, well at least she shouldn't be, this was Chris. Trying to break the mood Chris lamely spoke, "Hey mom, schools out in a couple weeks. It's great. We'll be done and "That... that... that's all folks." I'll be getting up extra early in the morning to go to work at the garden store and other days a little later to go bale hay and straw. I won't be getting up at the same time as you go to work." Chris had stopped just inside the door. He glanced once at the cereal cabinet but didn't bother to move in that direction. Jill was acutely aware of his actions and kept telling herself she would not give him any opportunity to f***e himself against her. If he thought she was going to get his cereal for him, he had another thing coming. As he leaned against the door frame she asked what his plans were for the day and then gave some thought to her own plans. The phone jarred Jill out of her thoughts, and without thinking she rose and went to answer it. The phone was mounted on the cabinet end next to the window by the sink. She stopped in front of the cabinet and pulled the white receiver to her ear. It was Jane, anxious to tell her about the party she was going to. Jill leaned on the cabinet looking out the window as Jane cajoled her trying to get her to join in. Chris was surprised by the thin, filmy, gown his mother was wearing. He knew she hadn't expected him up this early. It was pale orange and her French style briefs were plainly visible underneath, the gown fell just below her hips. He couldn't see a bra strap. He was instantly hard, incredibly hard. He stood, admiring her beautiful back, her rounded hips and shapely legs. Finally he slipped quietly forward to a position behind her listening to her as she chatted away to Jane. The soft curve between her cheeks was a shadow under the gown and panties. He was still in his pajama bottoms. His cock had grown to achingly large proportions and he was fairly gasping for breath thinking about what he was going to do. His heart pounding in his ears... his throat catching, terrified, yet unable to stop. He slipped up and positioned himself directly behind his mom and only inches away. Forgetting all consequences, he reached down and pulled his cock free of his pajamas. Chris pushed himself downward and thrust forward. His maddeningly hard cock easily slipped between her legs pushing her filmy gown upward and he suddenly found himself pressed tightly between her thighs and resting against the thin material of her panties. "Ohhh, God Chris," Jill shrieked, "Ohhh, no... NO." Chris had leaned against Jill and his head was close enough to hear Jane on the phone. "What's wrong, Jill? What's going on?" Jane asked. "Ahh...ahh ohhh... Chris just spilled some hot stuff all over the place. I have to go. I'll call you later Jane, Bye," Jill cried out as she dropped the phone. Chris pushed his hands around her waist until they met under her breasts. He could feel the weight of them resting on his wrists. His cock got harder. He leaned forward a little more, trapping her against the counter... burying himself even deeper between her thighs. Jill squirmed, trying to get free of her son's grasp, but only succeeded in creating a sensual motion between them. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, feel it throbbing, pressing upwards.... "Chris, no, no, honey, don't do this. You shouldn't have your, your.... against me like that. I'm your mother. Stop it... GODDAMMIT STOP IT CHRIS!" Chris lowered himself slightly and then pushed inward and upward against her, lifting her higher against the counter, her toes just grazing the floor now. "But mom, you said I had better be careful and watch what I'm doing. And so I am. Remember?" "Uhhhh," Jill grunted as Chris drove harder between her thighs, rubbing across the slippery material of her panties. She felt her herself clench tightly... shivers of warmth... her knees weakening... "Chris honey, please... you shouldn't want your own mother like this. Come on, please Chris, let me go, let me down." She continued to struggle, but at even at fifteen he was a lot bigger and stronger than she. The struggling only increased the friction between their bodies. As he again thrust between her thighs she tried pulling up, leaning over the counter to scramble away but only succeeded in allowing her thighs to open further as she tried to move. She had forgotten the position of his hands. As she leaned forward his hands slid higher and suddenly he had both hands on her breasts. They were equally surprised. Her nipples pressed into his palms and the thin material offering no protection for her, she may as well have been naked. Chris quickly took advantage of the accidental gift. He began kneading her breasts, his thumbs tormenting her nipples. Jill squirmed harder than before. "Chris, quit. Let go of my... oh God stop it Chris, quit feeling me like that." Jill was gasping, her heart pounding... she could feel his hardness burning between her thighs. As she struggled trying to push up and away from the counter the movements of his cock and her struggles had pushed her panties to the side over the soft swells. She could feel his bare hardness against her; feel him sliding back and forth across her bare moist swells as he held her... pressing upwards. Her nipples stiffened from the touch of his fingertips. His hardness slipped between the tender swells now slippery with the onset of her body's betrayal. Jill shrieked with desperation as she realized he was actually going to slip inside her any second. She shrieked again as she realized she was becoming wet for him. She started to spin one way then reversed her direction. The ploy worked and she was able to spin around. But Jill realized her mistake when she found herself face to face with her son and his rigid hardness pressed again against her pussy. Chris too was caught unaware. It took him a moment to realize his good fortune. He dipped slightly and thrust hard against her. Quickly pushing and looking down Jill gasped as she actually seen for the first time her son's cock. As she looked up she stared... her face inches from his... they both paused... Jill had stopped struggling as the shock of the closeness registered. The feel of the large warm hardness nestled against her pussy. Before she could fully understand the forbidden action, instincts betrayed her... responding as a woman. Her eyes closed and she felt her hips lift and her pelvis press downward against the hardness. For longer than either of them would have believed, they paused, each feeling their sexuality pressed tightly against the other. While her body was saying yes, yes, Jill's mind was screaming no, no. Finally she f***ed Chris back. The shock of pausing face to face had caused him to relax his hold around her. Jill slipped away and moved to the middle of the room. "Chris, Chris, my God, what are you doing, what are we doing?" she wailed. "You have to stop this right now. You act like you're trying to screw me. God dammit you can't do this baby." Chris had never heard his mother swear or cry before in anger. "But I do want to uhh... do it... with you... I love you, you're the only one I have ever been able to talk to or be myself around. I'm sorry." He hung his head dejectedly. She stepped forward to hug him in his misery but quickly stepped back as she felt his still hard cock press against her thigh. "Listen Chris, I love you too. I'm your mother, we're supposed to love each other but not like a girlfriend- boyfriend or a husband-wife love. As far as me responding, women's bodies sometimes react to sexual contacts that they don't really want. I'll admit it, I felt flattered, felt good when you were against me. After all you are very manly, strong and sexually well endowed, any girl would have wanted to respond the same. But the reality is I didn't want you to continue. It was... started out... a game, just playing. I'm so sorry it got out of control or you thought the wrong thing. As for you wanting to...screw me, well, honey, at your age boys want to screw anything with a pussy." Jill laughed to try to take the sting out of the rebuke and to lessen the tension between them. "That's not true, mom, most of the girls in school don't even interest me. And they don't act interested in me either." "Chris, that's not true. They are just being coy; they don't want you to know. My baby is big and strong and handsome." Jill felt a flush slip over her cheeks as the unbidden thought of "really big" capered in her thoughts and she severely chastened herself for the use of "well endowed". "Chris, this thing has to stop. You can't go around trying to have sex with your mother. Now why don't you go to your room and cool off a little then come down and I'll fix you a nice breakfast." Chris went to his room and stretched out on the bed, replaying in his mind the scene in the kitchen. True, when he thought about it she claimed she didn't want to do it, but he was sure that was her head talking not her body. He had to get her thinking with her body. He knew she had felt him, wanted it... remembered her remark about well endowed. He smiled as he began to think of what he could do. He would not give up. As Chris left the kitchen, Jill sank into a chair at the table. Her nipples were hard; pushing her thin gown into little tents over her rounded breasts. Her thighs were clenching, the swells of her pussy swollen with desire. It had been so close she shuddered... if he had gotten inside her... "Oh My God", Jill thought, "I would never have been able to stop him. Had he f***ed me just a little longer, he would have been inside me, taken me. He would have ****d me, Chris would have fucked me." Her will was still stronger than his. What should she do? She knew she couldn't just stop everything like nothing had ever happened. Did she dare allow a little sexual play to occur between herself and her son? She wouldn't let him do anything to her of course, but would a little playing really hurt anyone? Could she control him if she set the rules ahead of time? She loved him dearly and would love to give him pleasure. She knew she was rationalizing, making it seem less a violation, yet wanting desperately to keep him under control even if it meant playing his game with him. She would play her own little game. She would set the rules and pick the time to keep him from getting so aggressive. Chris left the house early in the evening to go to a show with some friends but in his usual fashion told his mother he would be home by midnight. Jill sighed in relief that he would be out of the house and she could relax and be in bed before he returned. At ten Jill took a steaming bath. She poured in a cap of bath oil beads, some bubbles and slipped under the hot water. She sighed, pushing away all the crazy things that had been happening. Her hands caressed her thighs, toying with the soft sensitive skin as her fingers slipped higher. Humming softly as searching fingers slipped between the warm swells, moving higher to gently circle her clit. A glow of inner warmth spread through her as her fingertips teased and toyed. Her lips parted slightly as her fingers slipped lower, sliding inside her then back up to gently circle her clit. Her legs closed tightening her thighs against her hand as Jill slipped her fingers back inside her. Her hips slowly twisted as she dreamed a sensual encounter. Jill's eyes opened. She shook her head pulling herself from the tub wondering what was getting into her. She toweled off, pulled on panties, a t-shirt and took a couple PM headache capsules. She went to her bedroom knowing tonight she would sl**p. Jill lay there, her mind drifting back to the warm pleasure in the bath. Her fingers once again drifted to touch her sensitive lips, across her hips, her hand pushing inside her panties searching. Her fingertips slipped deeply inside her still moist pussy, aching to sate the growing fire inside. Her eyes filling with lust, need, she glanced at her dresser thinking to get her vibe, then rolling to her side she slipped out of her panties and pulled her pillow between her knees. Jill's arms hugged it to her breast as her hips twisted and rocked against her pillow. Her clit rubbed against the soft warm material as she fantasized of being taken, seized and ravished, willingly submitting herself to the pleasure f***ed upon her. She squeezed harder, a whimper escaping as her hips searched for that moment of release. Jill pressed her clit harder against the material, so close... closer... there... there... as she came warmth flowed over her hips. Knees clasped tightly to her pillow, sighing, slipping off to sl**p... yet, the subtle ache of something... missing, she hugged her pillow. Chris slipped in and took a shower. He pulled his pajama bottoms on and padded quietly into his room. Surprisingly he didn't hear any noise in the house. He thought his mom would still be up. He had thought a lot at the movie and realized he had been a jerk and felt really bad about it, it was just that when she was there and he was achingly hard, he couldn't help himself. He didn't want her to be mad at him and thought maybe that was the reason for the silence. Chris slipped off his bed, thinking she might be in her room reading. He walked down the hall and pushed her door open. He stood there agape. The soft dim light from the hall caressed her skin, casting her bed in a faint glow. She lay there on her side, her back to him, her t-shirt on, knees pulled up. His eyes fixated on the gentle curve of her bare hip tapering down seemingly forever. The shadowed crevice between her cheeks disappeared in darkness between her thighs. He didn't know how long he had stood there holding his breath. His heart was pounding in his chest. Chris stepped into the room slightly closing the door behind him, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dimness. He silently stepped over to his mom's sl**ping figure hugging her pillow. He watched quietly, never realizing just how beautiful she looked to him. His hand reached out trembling. His eyes watched her for the slightest movement, his ears listening for the slightest change in her breathing. Fingertips touching the curve of her hip he paused, then gently caressed. The softness of her skin, Chris caressed her cheeks his bl**d pounding in his ears. Fingertips inexorably searched, closer as he closed his eyes trying to calm his nerves. He slipped his hand over the curve of her rounded cheeks, his fingertips touching soft curls. Chris couldn't believe he was actually touching her. Pausing, moving ever so slowly he pressed them deeper moving them forward over the soft swells. Her thighs were warm against the sides of his hand. Pausing again to watch for her stirring he slipped his fingers between the warm folds. Ever so slowly moving them back and forth, holding his breath he watched her. Chris slowly softly continued to caress the warm swells of her pussy and so slowly, he felt a moistness dampen his fingertips, the folds of her pussy clinging to his fingers… and now, the moistness easing his way, becoming slippery. He slowly, carefully slipped them deeper inside her. Chris froze. He watched his mom hug her pillow tighter, then press her face deeper into the warm soft material. Then ever so slowly he resumed his quest. Gripping his nerves he pressed his fingers deeper and felt them slide inside her. Her warmth, wetness, the feeling was incredible. Pausing Chris slowly pulled back. He was trembling wondering what he would do if she awoke, yet, he slipped his fingers back inside her deeper as the soft curls pressed against his palm. So very slowly, smoothly, slowly repeating the rhythm his fingers could feel her becoming wetter; he felt her squeeze on them. Her hips pressed slightly backwards. Chris felt dizzy with excitement. He knew what he wanted to do, had to do. He stepped back catching his breath, slowing his wildly pounding heart. Returning to her side, hesitating to see if she still slept, he reached down and caressed her skin. Sliding his hand down over the rounded curve, he spread his fingers holding the soft warm skin of her thighs apart. Pushing deeper he watched as the pouting lips opened wider, clinging to his fingers, enclosing them. As he pressed deeper opening her much further, testing her he stopped as he heard him Mom lightly gasp. Watching her, Chris almost groaned in relief as he realized she was still asl**p. She was dreaming. Her hips pressed back and feeling her move he pushed deeper. Chris watched as his mom hugged her pillow tighter, clinging to it. Her hips slowly moving to a distant pleasure, a distant love as she dreamed. He heard her breathing quicken, holding quietly still as she turned to her back, her legs splayed. He knew she would awaken soon if not already. She was hugging her pillow tightly to her breasts, soft moans breathing over her lips. Chris pushed the elastic over his erect cock and let his pajama bottoms slip to the floor. Reaching up he gently took his Mom's hand and pulled it to the side of the bed, pressing his dick into her palm. He paused, waited for what seemed an eternity as her fingers closed around his hardness. Her hand slowly moved as his hand slowly caressed the swells of her pussy to the lift of her hips. He watched in pleasurable agony as Jill moved her hand over his cock, slipping to the tip, then downward pulling the skin tight... suddenly stopping... so still. His heart stopping as his mom pulled the pillow away. Jill moaned, "Oh GOD, Chris, NOOOOO.... oh God nooooooo what are you doing," she wailed. She tried to sit up and turn over but Chris held her down, his fingers searching and circling her clit, teasing, torturing. Jill tried to sit up just to collapse back on the sheets. Her breath came in ragged gasps, sobbing, then moaning. Chris could feel her hips lifting and her thighs tightening. he knew she wanted it. Knew that she wouldn't stop if he held her, that she couldn't stop. He glanced back to see her arms hugging her pillow tightly. Chris bent down and ran the tip of his tongue over her clit, smiling as he heard her gasp of pleasure. Chris felt her hand on his thigh moving. Looking down as her fingers closed over his cock, the tip glistening from wetness. Then, her hand, moving... faster. He bent back down to pull her clit between his lips as her hips thrust against the fingers now pushing quickly inside her. He knew he couldn't hold off much longer. He tried to move, wanting inside her, to get over her but Jill held on to him tightly. Chris looked back at her. Jill was watching him. Her lips were parted with passion and desire. Her hoarse whisper, "No baby, this way... only this way..." as her hand slid faster pulling on him tighter. Chris turned and leaning down pulled her clit between his lips again. His tongue traced little circles around the stiffening warmth as Jill's hips lifted, her moans louder. He could feel her stomach muscles tighten, heard her whisper becoming a moan. "Oh God... oh God... there... oh there... it's cumming... now... oh now... Ohhhhhhhhhh Goooddddddd nowwwwwwwwww... Cccummmmmmiinnnnnggggg..." He felt her shudder as her thighs clenched tightly. Her knees pulled up pushing him away. Jill laid there, her breasts heaving, out of breath. She turned back over looking at Chris still standing there. "Come here baby, you still need to cum don't you?" Jill began a slow movement of her hand up and down. Pausing at the top to tickle and caress the sensitive ridge around the head. Chris groaned; his eyes locked on to the exotic sight. Then she squeezed him tightly and slid down the shaft. Back and forth cupping him with her free hand and her hand now slippery she began rapid strokes up and down. She stared, disbelieving, thinking to herself, "My God... I didn't realize... how big, my Chris." Chris thrust his hips forward as the speed of Jill's hands increased. She stared at the purple head disappearing and emerging from the top of her hand. She heard Chris's moan, felt it grow in her hand and knew. Jill quickly leaned forward touching the tip with her warm lips as his warm cum spurt against them, slipping down her cheek to her arm and against her breast. Then, it was over. Jill sat there at the edge of the bed. They had crossed the line, she blamed herself, and she should have seen it coming, stopped it. "But my God I needed that so bad", she thought. She looked up at Chris, smiled, and patted him on the thigh, "Go to bed honey, this was once in a lifetime, not again... OK? No more." As he left and she walked to the bathroom tasting him on her lips, wondering, how she would stop him. She had held him off, kept him from getting inside her. Yet, would she be able to the next time he tried? Did she want to... Later she smiled to herself as she heard her son being sick in the bathroom. He had just found out that the real thing was a lot more shattering than the fantasy. It was one thing to dream of having a sexual liaison with your mother; it was a lot different when it really happened. She wondered how he would feel if she let him have her. Jill closed her eyes. Tomorrow, another day. She knew he would try again when he recovered, and she would fight it, wondering who she was fighting, and if she would win. END