Chapter 2080 - @2

Rochelle also felt free enough to tell me about her first job as a nude model, which she got into after dropping out of college. It was information that stunned me. But she said she didn't do anything vulgar. The magazines she posed for only published tasteful material. I also told her a little bit about myself, but my life seemed far less interesting. She hung on my every word, though, and threw in a chuckle every now and then.

It surprised me to learn how easy she was to talk to. I thought I'd stutter through half of my sentences. But it felt like I was talking to a friend. I also nearly told her about my predicament in the sex department, but thought it would be best to keep it to myself. I was sure she too hadn't exposed all her secrets and I didn't want to come across as obvious.

"You know, Chris, I have to admit; I didn't think I'd have this good of a time tonight."

"Ouch, that hurt." I placed my hands over my heart.

She chuckled. "I'm glad I decided to come out with you, though."

"Me too." I stuck my spoon into my hot fudge Sunday. "But the night isn't over yet."

"It's not?"

"Mm-mm." I shook my head. "How does bowling sound?"

"Pretty fun actually."

"Great. But before we leave, I've been dying to ask you something all night."

"What is it?"

"My matric dance is coming up pretty soon and I don't have a date. Would you mind if I took you?"

She thought for a moment and then smiled. "Sure...Why not?"

I couldn't ask for a better end to our dinner date. I'd just booked the most gorgeous woman I know for my matric dance, which was basically our prom. I'd be the most envied guy on the night. After we finished our plates of desert I paid the bill and then led Rochelle back to the car with our arms linked. I opened the door for her, got into the driver's seat and drove a few blocks down the road. The bowling alley wasn't far away from the restaurant.

When we got inside we got our shoes and headed to the lanes. And before we got started I let Rochelle know about my competitive side and that I wasn't going to take it easy on her. With an air of confidence, she told me she was up for the challenge. I thought she was underestimating the difficulty of the game, but she was actually pretty good. And I found out why. Bowling was an activity her family did on a monthly basis when she was a young girl.

Even though we were both trying our best to win, we didn't let that get in the way of having fun. We tried to psych each other out before we'd bowl. She teased me over the two gutter balls I bowled. There was a celebratory dance or two over a strike. And there was even a little flirting involved. It was an entertaining half an hour or so. After all was said and done I ended up winning the game by a few points, but was humble in victory. I told her I thought it was a lucky win, which was actually true. Once we got our shoes back we headed back to the car and drove back to Rochelle's.

*

"Thanks for letting me take you out tonight," I said when we reached her front door.

"No problem, Chris. I really enjoyed myself. Do you wanna come inside for a nightcap?"

I thought for a moment then shrugged. "Sure."

Once inside Rochelle got two glasses from the kitchen. She rinsed them out and handed them to me. Then she told me she'd be right back and that there was a bottle of scotch in the living room. I headed to the living room while she headed upstairs. I found the bottle she told me about on a small table. I poured some into the glasses, took a seat and waited for my host to return. As I took a sip from my glass I wondered where the night was heading. The date had gone well and I thought I knew what that meant. But for some reason, I wasn't as excited as I was a few days earlier.

After taking my fourth sip Rochelle appeared at the top of the stairs. My jaw dropped when I noticed her attire. She was in a sheer black robe that stopped at her knees, red lingerie, black thigh highs and red heels. Never in my life had I seen a sexier spectacle. She came down the stairs and then walked into the living room. The "click-clank" sound of her shoes heightened my nerves as she approached me. She stood between my legs and held her robe open, showing off her exquisite physique.

"How do I look?"

I opened my mouth to reply but no words came out. Rochelle smiled, removed the glass from my hand and straddled my lap. She placed her forearms on my shoulders, moved her face in and united our lips. For some strange reason, this moment wasn't as great as I thought it would be. Don't get me wrong, Rochelle wasn't a bad kisser and my cock loved having her on top of me, but something was off and I couldn't put my finger on what it was.

But what the fuck was wrong with me? I was with this gorgeous woman who I'd fantasized about for literally my entire teenage life and I couldn't appreciate it. I wondered if it was just one of those rare nights where I wasn't in the mood. I doubted it, but decided to put my negative thoughts aside and went along with the ride. I pushed my hands lower and grasped Rochelle's firm ass cheeks as I kneaded her luscious lips with my own.

Then I felt her mouth part and tongue push past my lips as she used her hips to grind into my crotch, causing my cock to stir. As we made out for the next few minutes I used my hands to explore her frame. It felt like I was caressing silk. Once Rochelle worked my jacket off my shoulders she got to her feet and allowed her robe to fall to the floor. Then she used her forefinger to give me the "come hither" motion and walked towards the stairs.

I got up and followed her up the stairs, admiring the sight of her wonderfully shaped ass. It was as if it'd been sculpted by someone who'd brushed up on the golden ration. I was tempted to lean over and take a bite. When we reached Rochelle's room she had me stand at the foot of her king sized bed. She then crawled onto it with the finesse of a panther stalking its prey. She arched her back and used her neck to flip her hair over her shoulder as she looked back and pierced me with her green eyes.

She wagged her derrière then placed a hand on her left buttock and run it up and down her thigh. Then she spun around, stood on her knees and moved her hips with the skill of a Latin dancer as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Teasingly she held her bra cups to her chest, not even exposing so much as an areola, as her hips continued to sway for a little while longer.

Then she smiled and tossed her bra to the floor, bringing her gravity defying boobs into view. I doubted there was a single straight guy on the planet who wouldn't want to motorboat them. Hell, a few gay guys probably would've wanted to do the same. Rochelle fell back on her pillows and cupped her breasts. Then she pushed her one tit higher up her chest and sucked its nipple into her mouth, without breaking eye contact.

She did the same thing with her other breast and then squeezed her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear. She pushed them up her thighs, over her stockings, down her calves and past her high heels before tossing them to the floor. Then her left hand went over her sex as her legs came up and spread apart, creating the letter V. She looked like a Playboy photographer's wet dream.

"What're you waiting for?" The bottom of her heels planted on the bed as she removed her hand from her waxed crotch.

I grabbed my shirt, took a step forward, but was stopped by a deafening thought. It caused me to release my shirt and exhale loudly. "I'm sorry, Rochelle...but I just can't do this."

She studied my face for a few seconds. "Can't do what?"

"...I can't sleep with you. It just doesn't feel right."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" She sat up.

I could tell I'd offended her, so I tried to give her the most flattering explanation I could think of. "Look, earlier tonight you told me all the men in your life are only interested in sleeping with you, and I feel like I'm one of those guys. You honestly deserve more than that."

She laughed. "Chris, sweetie, I know nothing real's ever gonna form between us, and that's honestly not what I'm hoping for. This is just about two adults enjoying themselves."

I thought for a moment. "I hear you, but...I just can't do this. Something in my heart tells me I shouldn't. I'm sorry."

Chapter Seven: Life Begins

When I got home I couldn't help but wonder if I'd made a mistake. I mean, I put all that effort into making sure my date with Rochelle was a success and I end up backing out as soon as I get what I wanted from the beginning. I felt as conflicted as a housecat in clothes and didn't know what to do next. But that'd be something to mull over another day. I just wanted to go to bed and forget about my night.

I tossed Mom's car keys into our key bowl then headed to my bathroom, where I took a leak. As I washed my hands I heard Mom call my name. I wondered how she knew I was home then remembered I'd flushed the toilet. I let her know I'd soon be with her, dried my hands and then went to my room to hang my jacket. Then I headed to her bedroom. I found her lying under a duvet with a book in hand. She also had her reading glasses on and wore her white PJs.

"Why're you home so earlier, hon?" She laid her book on the nightstand and removed her glasses. "I wasn't expecting to see you until tomorrow morning. Did everything go well?"

"Ahh, yea," I said, scratching my head, then muttered, "I guess."

Mom got out of the bed, sat on the edge and patted the spot beside her. I walked to her and took a seat.

"So, did you manage to...get that monkey off your back?"

I shook my head. "No."

She looked confused. "I thought you said your date went well."

"It did. I mean, we had dinner, we went bowling, she opened up to me and we even ended up back at her place."

"Okay, so then, what went wrong?"

"Ah...do you really wanna talk about this?"

She gave me a look that said; what do you think?

I exhaled loudly. "Okay, so, when we got to Rochelle's place we started making out on her couch. But for some reason it just didn't feel right to me. In all honesty, I couldn't help but compare the kiss to the one you and I shared the other night. The passion and intensity just wasn't the same. Anyway, eventually we got to her bedroom, where she stripped out of her clothes and invited me to sleep with her. But I couldn't do it. 'Cause the words you said to me the other night rang more loudly in my head than ever before.

"You said my first time should be with someone special, with someone I can see myself spending the rest of my life with. Which is kinda weird, 'cause that probably wouldn't have affected me a week ago. But I guess something's changed inside me. Anyway, Rochelle's great. But she just didn't fit the description. And I think the main reason I couldn't go through with it is - can I be blunt with you?"

Mom sat quietly for a moment, then nodded. "Of course."

I took a deep breath. "The real reason why I couldn't sleep with Rochelle is because the entire time I was with her I couldn't help but wish I was with you instead. In fact, I haven't stopped thinking about you for the last few days. And when I thought about the advice you gave me on who I should lose my virginity with, only one person in the world came to mind. I know it's wrong, and-"

Before I could finish Mom lunged forward, wrapped her arms around my neck and locked our lips together. It happened so fast for the first few seconds I didn't know how to react, or what was going on. But then I was hit by that feeling. That feeling I don't really know how to explain. That same feeling I didn't get from my kiss with Rochelle. It was as if my soul had been set ablaze. Or I'd taken my first shot of whiskey.

I wondered what caused it. Was it Mom's sweet scent? Her soft lips? Her aura? A combination of the three? I didn't know. And I couldn't help but wonder if she'd ruined kissing other women for me. Probably. But I didn't care. Mom was all the women I'd ever want or need, wrapped up into one perfect package. My hands came up and grabbed her by the waist as I returned the passion she put into her kiss.

Then I felt a leg move across move across my thighs as she straddled my lap. We continued to make out without the involvement of tongue for...who knows how long? The sound of heavy breathing, soft moans, and smacking lips was the only thing that could be heard. We were hungry for each other. Then, as our mouths opened and tongues finally embraced, I pushed my hands under the hem of Mom's pyjama top and slid them up the sides of her waist.

I loved the feeling of her skin. And by going off that alone you could never tell she was in her forties. She felt as soft, smooth and taut as any woman in her twenties. I pushed my hands higher up her body then felt my thumbs come into contact with the undersides of her tits. It instilled me with a strong desire to have them in my palms. I slid my hands down her torso and removed them from her top. Then, as she nibbled my lower lip, I reached for her most southern button and pulled it out of its hole.

I did the same thing with her next button, then the next one, and the one after that, until her shirt fell open. My hands came down and fell upon her ample tits. My thumbs rested against her stiff nipples as my palms slid down the sides of her breasts. I cupped them from beneath, pushed them upwards and instantly fell in love with their weight. In fact, my erection had me thinking it would soon puncture a hole through my jeans.

I kneaded the doughy orbs of flesh with the care of a masseuse then used my thumbs and forefingers to tweak her nipples, causing Mom to moan into my mouth. This went on for a little while. Then Mom broke the kiss and looked me in the eye. The look of lust in eyes was clear to see. She wanted to do something dirty. She removed her shirt quicker than anybody I'd ever seen, then reached down, unbuckled my belt and unfastened my jeans.

She got to her feet thereafter and I got my first ever glance at her tits. They still had a nice shape, but might've hung a little lower than most guys my age would like. It didn't bother me, though. I thought she looked great for a woman with two kids. I wouldn't even agree with her if she told me she wanted to undergo plastic surgery. Mom also had these beautiful bright pink nipples that were complemented by her slightly tanned skin. I was dying to wrap my lips around them.

She got down on her knees, dug her fingers into my jeans and underwear and pulled them down. I raised my hips, kicked my shoes off and helped her get them around my ankles and off my feet. Mom also pulled my socks off. I figured she was one of those women who hate the sight of a naked man in socks. She rested her forearm on my thigh, while her other hand took a hold of my shaft, causing my eyes to close.

Then I heard and felt her spit two gooey gobs of saliva on my cock before she slowly worked her first up and down its length. My eyes reopened as her head went down. I watched with more interest than a Game of Thrones viewer as the tip of her tongue stroked its way up my slit. Then she took my glans into her mouth, compelling me to let out a groan. She pulled her head back and audibly popped me from her lips.

Then she took me back into her mouth and popped me again, and again, and again. It made my toes curl. Mom took me into her mouth once more, slowly slid her head halfway down and then brought it back up with the same haste. She then got into a steady bobbing rhythm that had me clutching the sheets for a couple of minutes. And the sloppy sounds she made only added to the pleasure of the experience. Mom did something that blew my mind next.

When she got to my glans she paused then slowly pushed her head downwards until her lips were wrapped around the base of my cock. My body shook as I let out the loudest of my groans. How the hell did she get me into her throat? I'd gotten a couple of decent blowjobs before this, but Mom was on another level. I didn't get to sit in her throat for very long, though, 'cause she soon started chocking, causing her to pull back up. She looked up at me with watery eyes. But she also looked determined to get the job done.

"I've got a plan," she said with a smile, rose to her feet and helped me up. Then she got onto the bed and lay on her back, with her golden hair and head dangling over the side. I'd never seen this before, so I wasn't sure what to do next, until Mom looked into my eyes and opened her mouth like she was at the dentist. Of course. I smiled, took a step forward and pushed my cock into her mouth. Then I realised I now had the opportunity to use my hips. Mom's a genius.As I pushed my hips forward I noticed the second advantage to this position. It was much easier to get inside her throat. All I had to do was make sure I didn't sit in it for too long. That way she wouldn't chock. As I pushed my cock in and out of her throat I noticed a third advantage. Mom's tits were right there to be play with. I used my fingers to pinch and pull on her nipples as I continued to rock my hips, which caused Mom to moan and her mouth to vibrate around my cock as the globes on her chest jiggled back and forth.

All of this was too much for me to handle. "Ahh, Mom, I'm about to cum." I pulled my hips back to withdraw from her mouth but felt Mom's hands come up and grab my ass, which kept my cockhead in her mouth.

Then I was struck by euphoria. My cock pulsated and spewed a disgusting amount of semen into my mother's sweet mouth, which didn't faze her in the slightest. She just held my ass tight and used my cock as a straw to suck the semen out of my testicles, not letting so much as a drop leak from her lips. She amazed me. I remembered when I came inside my ex-girlfriend Heather's mouth, which was literally once before she pulled her head back. She was pissed as fuck!

"Jeez." I exhaled loudly. "Mom, that was incredible."

"Thank you, sweetie." "She smiled and stayed on her back. "Your semen's as tasty as your father's was." She licked her lips.

I felt a need to return the favour. "Don't move," I said, pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side. I then walked around the bed, jumped on and spread Mom's legs apart to kneel between them. I hooked my fingers into her pyjama bottoms and pulled them down. Mom lifted her ass and stretched her legs to allow her bottoms to come off. Then, as I tossed them to the floor, her hand shot over her crotch.

"What's wrong?" I raised my head and noticed Mom had her other hand over her red face. She was also smiling wide enough for me to see a few of her teeth.

"I haven't shaved."

"Oh." I laughed softly. "So what? I don't care about that." I reached for her hand, but she wouldn't let me move it. "Mom, c'mon."

"Switch the light off first."

"No. I wanna see you in all your naked glory. A few hairs on your pussy s'not gonna make me see you as any less perfect." I tugged her hand again. She resisted for a couple of seconds, but then moved her hand away.

I honestly couldn't see what all the fuss was about. It's not like she had a total forest down there. It was more of a nicely tamed bush. I could even make out the folds of her labia from underneath the tiny blonde locks. In my opinion, Mom's vulva was beautiful. In fact, it turned me on even more. I got down on my stomach, placed my head between her legs and tongue at the peak of her perineum. Then I slowly slid my tongue up her slippery labia.

This wasn't the first time I went down on a female. Not even the second. But Mom was the second female. Heather limited us to oral sex, fingering and hand jobs - she said she wanted to save herself for marriage - so I wasn't a complete stranger to a woman's most sacred area. I'd also gone online to get some tips on how to improve on my technique. I thought if I could make Heather cum hard enough she'd let me fuck her. But as you know by now my attempts were futile.

As I approached Mom's clitoris I made sure I lightly traced my tongue around it, completely avoiding contact. I felt her left leg spasm as she released a hoarse groan. When I got back to her pussy lips, I slid my way back down until I was at her perineum once more. My lips then worked their way up and down her vulva about five times, smooching everything in sight other than her most sensitive spot. Her hairs made it a unique experience. I switched back to my tongue and used it to slowly circle her clit as many times as I could in an estimated thirty seconds.

I then slid my tongue back down her pussy lips and pushed it inside her opening, causing Mom to gasp as she did half a sit-up. As I wiggled my tongue inside her I felt Mom's hand come down on my head. She then used her slightly long nails to massage my skull as she purred. It felt good. I wiggled my tongue inside her for a little while and enjoyed her tangy taste. Then I pulled out and kissed my way back up her labia to circle my tongue around her clit a few more times.

Mom was a moaning, groaning mess, and when I looked up I noticed her chest rising and falling acutely. I decided to put her out her misery. I wrapped my lips around her clit, sucked it into my mouth and flicked it with the tip of my tongue. "Oh my - Chris! What're you doing to me?" Her body writhed as she whimpered.

I sucked her clit in and out of my mouth a few times and then used my tongue to give it a merciless stroking as I pushed my middle and forefinger deep into her sex, which caused the loud sound of an "AAAAAAHHHHH!" I curled my fingers inside her repeatedly, in an attempt to locate and stimulate her g-spot, and I was rewarded with the long chant of my name. Then, when I sucked her clit back into my mouth, Mom suddenly went quiet.

Her body shook violently. Her cunt discharged a clear liquid. And then a rough ten seconds later she went limp. I was scared for a moment or two. I thought she had a heart attack, or a seizure, or a stroke, or something. But when I rose to look at her face I was greeted with a big goofy grin as she stared off into space. "Are you okay?"

Her brown eyes slowly rolled over as she shifted her focus to me. She nodded. I smiled and gently lowered myself on top of her to merge our lips. Mom's hands came up and rested on my back as our mouths opened and tongues wrestled. The juices of our genitalia blended inside our mouths as she delicately ran the nails of one hand up and down my spine, causing my entire body to tingle. We kissed for at least two minutes before I raised my head and gazed into the windows of her soul.

"You ready?" Her eyebrows rose.

"Yea." I nodded, reached down and took a hold of my erection. I pressed the tip of it against her opening. Then I regained my balance, thrust my hips and was engulfed by satisfying warmth.

"Congratulations. You're no longer a virgin."

I laughed then lowered my head to unite our lips as I thrust myself further inside her, causing Mom to moan into my mouth. I had nothing to compare her with - other than her throat - but her pussy felt tight. Even though there was a fair amount of natural lubrication, I was as snug as a leg in a stocking. I removed my lips from her mouth, nibbled her earlobe and stuck my tongue inside her ear as I continued to thrust my way inside her.

Then I kissed my way down her neck, across her collar and up the swell of her right breast before I used the tip of my tongue to lightly trace her areola. I loved the sweaty taste of Mom's skin. I took her stiff nipple into my mouth and savoured the feel and taste of it. Then I used my lips to knead it for a little while, causing Mom to breathe harder as she mewed. After swirling my tongue around her nipple a couple times I kissed my way over to her other tit and gave it the same treatment I gave its twin.

Then I moved my head back up to Mom's and continued to make out with her as I kept on pushing my cock inside her. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. Not only was I having actual intercourse for the first time, but I got to do it with the woman I wanted the most in the world - my beautiful mother. I couldn't see how life could get any better. As her legs came up and wrapped around my waist the pace of my thrusting hips picked up somewhat.

Then I broke the kiss and gazed upon Mom's beautiful face. What a sight it was. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open. And her face contorted each time I re-entered her, which she combined with an "oooo" an "aaahh" or the cry of my name. I thought it was beautiful and it caused me to fuck her a little harder. Then I felt the walls of Mom's cunt contract around my shaft as she let out the loudest of her cries. It caused my orgasm to approach with fury. I was hoping to last a little longer than this, but I couldn't fight it off.

Fuck it. I held her tighter than ever before and thrust myself as deep inside her as I could. Then I was washed over by the most intense orgasm of my life! My cock pulsated with violence as it released a frightening amount of semen. The clenching walls of her pussy milked me for everything I was worth. And knowing this was my mother - the woman who brought me into this world - and that I could possibly get her pregnant, only made my orgasm sweeter. I didn't care about the consequences.

As I came back down to earth I felt obligated - obligated to thank God, to thank the universe, to thank fate, to thank my lucky stars and everything else that played a hand in me not being able to close the deal with all those women that came before. 'Cause if I had, I never would've gotten to share this beautiful moment with the woman I loved the most in the world - Mom, my someone special.

I rolled off Mom and stared at the ceiling. My chest rose and fell. My head reeled from the intensity of my climax. It took a while for me to regain my bearings. Mom and I moved up to the headboard and shared a pillow. Her arm slid across my chest as her left leg slid up my own. An arm slipped under her head and pulled her closer. I inhaled through my nose and took in the smell of her pineapple scented hair, causing my eyes to close.

"That was amazing," I said.

"Mmmm, I know. You made me feel like I was with your father again. Are you sure this is your first time?"

I smiled and wasn't sure how I felt about what she said, but took it as a compliment. "Yea, I remember you guys did make a little bit of a noise when I was a kid."

She giggled. "I was always worried about you and your sister hearing us. Your old man really knew how to get me going."

"What did you guys get up to?" There's a question I never thought I'd ask her.

"All kinds of stuff."

"...Like?"

She was quiet. "Like the stuff you and that woman on the internet were typing."

"Really?" My face scrunched.

"Uh-huh." She nodded, giggling. "I have to admit; even though I was shocked by what I was reading, I got a little turned on by your conversation. I don't really care for being degraded through name calling during sex, but I used to love the feeling of your father's semen on my skin. I used to let him cum on my stomach, tits, feet, ass and sometimes...even on my face. I don't know why, but I used to love being naughty for him.

"Oh, and we used to love roleplaying, as well. Sometimes, when you and Kirsten weren't around, I would get into one of her school outfits and a pair of stockings. Then I'd head to your father's office, where he'd be sitting behind his desk waiting for me. I'd be the naughty school girl who got sent to his office for bad behaviour, and he'd be the no-nonsense principal. After telling him what I'd done wrong, he'd put me over his knee, hike up my skirt and give my ass a good hiding.

"Then he'd blackmail me by saying if I didn't let him have sex with me, he'd have me expelled. Not wanting to get into trouble with my parents, I would timidly agree and tell him he could do what he wanted with me. He would then strip me out of my shirt and thong, make me suck his cock - while he did some work - then give me a good fucking on his desk. Sometimes, he would even stick it up my ass."

Even though I found that story to be kinda hot, hearing my mother using this language shocked me. Her last sentence was even more of a shock. "You used to let Dad stick it in your bum?"

She giggled. "Mm-hmm. I used to love fulfilling all his fantasies. Even grew to enjoy anal sex, and demanded he fuck me in the ass at least twice a month."

"Guess I'm gonna have to get used to hearing you talk like this, huh?"

She giggled again. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I bet you didn't know your mom could curse with the best of 'em."

"You got that right." We lay in silence. "So, are you gonna expect anal sex from me, too?"

"Uh-huh." She nodded then almost mumbled, "But only if you want to."

I have to admit; I hadn't given anal sex much thought. Before now, all I wanted was to get my cock inside a vagina. But I was intrigued by idea of it. "I wanna fulfil all of your fantasies, Mom."

"Be careful what you say...you might bite off more than you can chew."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, during the day, you could be forgiven for thinking I'm just a boring ol' prude of a mom. But behind closed doors, I can get...a little kinky."

I thought back to when she sucked and swallowed my semen. She had a point. But I wanted to know what else I could expect. "Can you give me example, other than anal?"

"Umm, well...do you think you're man enough to give your mom a spanking?"

I laughed. "Probably not...I don't like the thought of inflicting pain on you."

"Gary was also reluctant about giving it a try at first. But after twisting his arm, I got him to indulge me. You really do remind me of him, you know. Your personality is almost the same. Your dedication to working hard is identical. You even look the way he did in his younger days. You've got his blue eyes, his strong jaw and his cute little nose. The only thing you've seemed to inherit from me is my hair colour."

"...Oh, yea? Then what about these small hands?" I used the arm I had around her to lift her left hand and pressed the front of it against my right. My fingers were about half an inch longer than hers.

Mom laughed. "That too." She raised her chin and pressed our lips together. "I love you, Chris."

"Love you, too, Mom. Always have, always will."

She smiled. "So, do you think you've got enough energy for one more round?"

"Mom, with you, I could go all night."

"We'll see about that."

Her left leg slid across my waist before she lay on top of me. Her face came in and lips merged with my own. I was struck by that wonderful feeling again. With my hands on her waist, I held her tight as I pushed my tongue past her lips. We made out for the next few minutes, causing my cock to swell and push its way between our bellies. We were newlyweds or teenagers who'd discovered the joys of kissing.

When her head finally pulled back, she looked me in the eye with a smile that displayed her teeth. She got onto her hands and knees and spun, placing her head over my cock and backing up to hover her crotch over my face.

She took hold of my shaft. Then her lips were around my glans, causing my eyes to close. She swirled her tongue around it, then slowly took me further in until her lips were around my base. My face scrunched as I groaned. Her head bobbed slowly. Her legs spread and pussy inched closer to my face. I took the hint and placed my hands on her ass cheeks. I'd never been in this position before. Mom seemed determined to fulfil my every fantasy.

I pulled her closer. My tongue ran up and down her moist labia. The tip of my tongue slowly circled her clit for a while. Then I drew the letter "I" on it. I followed it up with an "L" then an "O," a "V" and an "E," and ended up writing the sentence, "I love the sweet taste of Mom's pussy," which she moaned and groaned through as she sucked my cock louder and faster.

I repositioned my right hand and penetrated her with my middle and forefinger. I sucked her clit in and out of my mouth. I moved my fingers in and out of her as we used our mouths to bring the other pleasure for the next few minutes.

After the mild tremble of her frame, she popped me from her lips and crawled lower down the bed. Mom grasped my cock and pointed it skywards as she stood on her knees. She penetrated herself with my glans, regained her balanced and dropped her hips. She gasped as her head fell back.

She purred as she sat still for a few seconds, then used her legs to slowly push herself upwards until only my glans remained inside her. She dropped her hips again, bounced off my lap and got into a steady bouncing rhythm. I placed my hands on her hips and mediated her pace, which increased little by little as time ticked by.

During this, I couldn't help noticing Mom's pink little rosebud, which was revealed to me every few seconds. It surprised me to know Dad used to get his cock in there. I'd seen him in the nude before and even though he couldn't have been compared to the most coveted of porn stars, it still seemed as if they'd managed to get a square peg in a round hole. I looked forward to giving her backdoor a try. For now, though, I only wanted to enjoy the pleasures her pussy provided.

Mom stopped bouncing as she landed on my crotch one last time. Without dislodging me, she spun until we were face-to-face. She moved in and united our mouths. Our tongues duelled as she used her hips to grind on my lap. She pulled back and rode me.

My eyes fell on her ample tits. I loved the way they shook as their delayed bounce moved them about. I leaned in and took her hard left nipple into my mouth, eliciting a moan. I sucked and swirled my tongue for roughly half a minute before I moved on to her other nipple to give it some attention, too. Fuck, I loved her taste. After going back and forth between her boobs a few times, I lay back and watched Mom as she rode me.

Her eyes were closed and mouth was parted. I took delight in seeing her face contort every few seconds. I couldn't get over how sexy it looked. It appeared as if she enjoyed a sweet spot or line between pleasure and pain. When she stopped bouncing, her body shook again, more violently this time. She let out a hoarse cry.

Seconds later, serenity came over her face. Her breathing regulated. Her eyes opened. She smiled and said, "Is there any other position you want to try before I hit you with my coup de grace?"

I wasn't sure which part of that sentence I found more interesting, but decided to focus on the question. "You know, now that you ask, I've always wanted to give doggie-style a try."

"Okay." She shrugged, pulled herself off my cock and got on her hands and knees as she looked over her shoulder. "Hop aboard."

God, I loved this woman. It seemed all I had to do was snap my fingers and she'd make any wish I had come true. I got behind her and placed my left hand on the small of her back as I used my other hand to slot my glans inside her. I grabbed her hips and slowly thrust my way past her labia until my pelvis pressed against her buttocks.

"Mmmmm," Mom moaned.

I withdrew until only my cockhead was left, then pushed myself back in. Even though this was only day one of my sexually active life, I knew I'd discovered my favourite sex position. It provided full access of her body in a way I could control, with much less work required than missionary. The only drawback was I couldn't see Mom's face. But I guessed you couldn't have it all.

Gradually, the pace of my hips picked up and eventually my cock entered and exited her in a brisk rhythm. The gentle sound of my pelvis connecting with her ass filled the room, accompanied by the slightly noisy cries Mom made, "Aaah...Mmm...Aaah...Ooohh." I found this extremely erotic.

I wondered how much longer I could last and realised the goal I had to fuck her all night was nothing but a pipedream. But I wasn't about to cave in yet. I wanted to see how she planned to finish me off, and enjoy this position a little while longer.

I reached under Mom's torso and grabbed her swinging tits as I ploughed her. I squeezed and rotated her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers as my palms kneaded the rest of her globes, causing the loudest of her cries. I nearly came. I released her tits, placed my hands back on her hips and thrust my way in until I felt I'd had enough.

I extracted my cock, lay back and rested against the headboard. Mom spun and pushed my legs further apart as she sat in front of me. She leaned back, balancing herself with her arms, as her legs came up. What's she doing?

She clamped the soles of her feet around my cock, which I was the last thing I expected. "Your father used to love it when I would do this to him." She smiled then slowly slid her small feet up my pussy-juice coated erection until they were around my glans. She slid them back down with the same haste and got them around my base.

I have to come clean; I'd never had a foot fetish and didn't get why some guys did. But for some reason, I enjoyed this. It felt naughty. When she got her feet back around my cockhead, I placed my hands on the upper sides of them and tightened their grip, which caused me to moan. I then helped Mom slide them all the way back to my base before we slid them back up.

We moved her cute little feet up and down my cock for the next two minutes or so, picking up speed. Eventually my hands and her feet were a blur and I could hold back on longer. As I felt my scrotum stir, I moved my hands away. Then my shaft pulsated and I let out a noisy groan. Mom kept her feet firmly around my cock as four or five runny white spurts spewed from its peak. They splashed on the inner sides of her feet and ran down her soles. Some of it ran down the top side of her one foot.

Till this day, I struggle to remember much of what happened after that. It was as if I'd had one too many drinks and only parts of my memory could be retained. What I can remember is, every two hours or so I woke up and climbed back on top of Mom. We kissed. Then I re-entered her and deposited what little amount of semen my testicles could muster before I blacked-out again.

I think this took place three or four times.

I couldn't get enough of her. It was almost as if sex would be outlawed the next day - not that that would've stopped me. Even though I technically didn't achieve my goal to fuck her all night, I felt I'd gotten close enough, and was happy with my attempt. This was definitely the wildest night of my young life. Or should I say so far?

Chapter Nine: The Unexpected Guest

The next morning, I was awoken by my internal alarm. For a few seconds, I didn't know where I was, whose warm body lay against me or whose breast was in my palm. Then the memories of the previous night flooded my mind. They caused a smile. Mom. Somehow, I'd woken up next to the woman of my dreams. How did I get so lucky? And could life get any better? It was a doubt.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed having her in my embrace for a few more seconds. I would've loved to sleep-in and cuddle with her for the next few hours; maybe indulge in a little morning sex, too. But that wasn't possible. I sighed, got out of bed and pulled on my boxer briefs and shirt. As I collected the rest of my clothes, the alarm on my phone sounded in my jeans. I pulled it out and killed the noise. Mom lay fast asleep and I didn't want her disturbed.

I took one last look at her. She looked beautiful in her sleep and as if she was at peace with the world. Again, I wondered how I'd gotten so lucky. I used a finger to pull her hair out her face and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "See you when I get back," I whispered then left.

When I got to my bathroom, I stripped out my underwear and shirt, tossed my clothes into my hamper and handled my business on the throne. Then I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. As I cleansed myself, I thought about the events of the previous night in Mom's room. My word, it was a smorgasbord of moments deposited into my spank bank. In fact, an erection came on as I recollected.

I took hold of it and stroked away as I thought about how it felt to be inside her mouth and throat - how her heavenly pussy tasted - how her stiff nipples felt between my lips - how her heavy tits felt in my palms - how her small feet felt around my cock - and, of course, how it felt to be inside her, with me on top, her on top and me behind her. Like I said; it was a smorgasbord of spank bank worthiness.

In the end, I could only produce two drops of cum. Mom had really taken it out of me. I chuckled then shampooed my hair. After I finished showering, I wrapped a towel around my waist and brushed my teeth. Then I headed to my bedroom and got into my work clothes, which consisted of black shoes and jeans, and a dark blue shirt and cap of the company I promoted that day. I headed to the kitchen next, made myself a cup of coffee - boy, did I need it - and poured a bowl of cereal.

As I sat at the kitchen table and ate, out of nowhere, I became concerned. I wondered if Mom would wake up, decide the previous night was a mistake and then tell me she didn't want us to be together in that way anymore. She did have the track record of changing her mind the next day. I doubted that would happen, though. During the conversation we had after our first round, I got the impression she was over the taboo fact we were mother and son.

My only real concern was what would happen after I finished school and had to move away? Leaving her behind had always been a painful thought, but now it felt ten times worse. Maybe I should find a school nearby. I took in a spoonful. I decided to let that worry go for now and cross that bridge when I got to it.

*

At the grocery store I worked at that day - a bus trip away from my house - I had my table setup and cups filled with samples of the yogurt brand I promoted that day. As usual, I was bored out of my mind. My job didn't require much work or knowhow. And if I'm honest, the simplest of simpletons could've done it. Since the company I promoted was a household name, I didn't have to try sell the product.

All I had to do was ask customers if they'd like a try, record the rating they gave the new flavours the company experimented with, write down the prices the store sold the different packages at - to see if they were consistent with other stores - and take pictures with a couple of the customers who bought the product. Like I said; it was boring work. The only thing that kept me awake was the fact I was in the cold section of refrigerators.

Time slowly ticked by.

As I handed a mother and her little girl cups and plastic spoons, I thought I spotted someone I knew out the corner of my eye. I turned my head and saw the redhead coming my way, pushing one of those small trollies which held two baskets. She wore black heels, light grey stockings, a silver silk skirt and blouse, and a large emerald on a golden chain. It was Rochelle! Shit. I didn't think I'd see her so soon. If ever there was a moment in my life I wished the ground would open up and swallow me, this would be it. I dropped my head and made as if I was busy. Maybe she wouldn't noti-

"Hi, Chris." She smiled when she reached me.

Guess not. I scratched the back of my head. "Hi, Rochelle."

"You know; it's considered rude to leave a girl the way you did last night."

"Yeeaa, I know. I'm really sorry about that." I wanted to give her the real reason I ditched her - I thought it might help her understand - but for obvious reasons, I couldn't.

"Guys don't usually turn me down, you know. I actually can't remember the last time it happened."

"Is there anything I could do to make it up to you?"

"Mmmmm, I'm not sure. I'll give it some thought. I'm still not sure I've forgiven you, yet."

"Can't say I blame you."

She studied my face. Man, those eyes were intense. "So...am I still your date for your dance?"

I'd honestly forgotten all about that, and it was one of the last questions I expected to hear. "Uh, yea, sure. I mean...if you still wanna go."

"I was actually looking forward to it. I never got to go to mine. So, yea." Her shoulders lifted.

"Why didn't you get to go to yours?"

She smiled. "I'm not sure if I should tell you that. And this isn't the place for that kind of conversation."

I chuckled. "Okay. I look forward to taking you to mine."

"Don't disappoint me like you did last night."

"I won't." I hoped she wasn't talking about sex. "Can I offer you a cup of yogurt before you leave?"

"Noooo, thank you. I'm on a strict diet. In fact, I'm still angry at myself for eating that plate of desert last night."

"Okaaay. I'm not sure why, though - anyone can see you're in great shape."

"Always the charmer, aren't you, Chris? See you around." She placed her hands on her trolley. "By the way, and just so you know...I always get what I want." She smiled then pushed her trolley off, sending the heavy aroma of her perfume my way.

Well, that was a surprise. I wondered what else today had in store for me. Hopefully, not much. I only wanted to spend the rest of it relaxing with Mom after I knocked off. Thinking of whom, I pulled out my phone and checked the time. The time for my break had arrived. Actually, I was already four minutes into it. I bought an energy drink, left the store and found a quiet spot in the barely crowded mini-mall, where I took a seat on a wide wooden bench. I pulled my phone back out and rang Mom.

"What you up to?"

"Nothing much," she said in a croaky voice. "I'm actually still in bed. I'm exhausted." She yawned. "You at work?"

"Yep. I called you 'cause I'm getting off at one and I was wondering if you wanted to come and have lunch with me. I'm at the Purple Lake shopping centre."

"Oh, okay. Sounds great. And it gives me a couple more hours of shuteye before I need to get ready. See you at one."

Once I said my goodbye, I went for a stroll and spent the rest of my break outside in the sun, browsing social media sites as I sipped my drink. Since the store I worked at was different almost every week, I had no work friends and had gotten used to being alone during this time. It wasn't as depressing as you might think. It gave me time to clear my head in my otherwise busy life. Right now, though, all I could do was think about Mom. It put a smile on my face and warm feeling in my chest.

When time struck for me to get back to work, I headed back to the store, handed out samples and jotted down ratings until my time at work was up. I then packed my gear, got my form stamped by the manager and headed to a computer services store to fax my papers to my boss. Then I headed to the parking lot to wait for Mom. She arrived roughly two minutes after I did.

For some reason, seeing her excited me. It was almost as if I hadn't been living with her for the last nineteen years. I placed my bag and cap in her trunk and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She wore light jeans, a dark brown sleeveless top, which looked like a loose tank top, flat shoes and had her golden hair clipped behind her head. She looked pretty. We headed inside and found a spot we could eat at.

Even though it was after noon, Mom decided to order a plate of sunny-side up eggs, sausages, toast and a cup of coffee. She said she hadn't gotten to enjoy breakfast and couldn't understand why meals eaten in the morning were "deemed unusual" to do so afterwards. I agreed with a laugh, but decided to go with a burger, a side of chips and a glass of soda.

"So when did you finally wake up?"

"Umm, about two hours after you called. I think the last time I woke up as late as I did today I was in my twenties."

I chuckled. "Can't say I blame you. I'm surprised I managed to drag myself out of bed - I'm knackered."

She smiled. "So, was last night everything you dreamed it would be?"

"That and more." I smiled back. "And I'm actually happy you asked me that."

"How come?"

I hesitated. I wasn't sure if I should give her the answer, but, from a lack of thinking, I was the one who'd opened the door. "Well, after what happened the other morning, a part of me expected you to come here and tell me last night was a mistake and you want us to stop."

A serious look took over her face.

Fuck. I knew I should've kept my mouth shut.

But then her expression softened. "I have to admit; coming to terms with how our relationship's evolved hasn't been easy for me...Especially after the first night of this crazy chapter of our lives. I was so ashamed of myself." She took a deep breath. "But I've slowly come to realise that you're the man I want in my life. No other one cares about me or loves me as much as you do...with exception of my father, of course.

"And that's such a complicated word, don't you think? Love. We all pretend as if the way you love a sister, or friend, or a child, is somehow different from the way you love your spouse. But it's not really, is it? The only difference with a spouse is there's lust involved. And I guess a small part of me, which I've absolutely refused to acknowledge, has lusted over you for a while now.

"...And who can blame me? You're a handsome young man - I probably would've jumped your bones years ago if I was your age and you weren't my son. I mean, for goodness sake, you're a dead ringer of the man I was married to. So it should make sense, right?" She sighed. "But I don't know. It's all so complicated...I'm just telling you how I feel."

That was a lot to digest, but I understood where she came from. I placed my hand on hers. "I hear you. It is complicated. And all I know is you're a 'dead ringer' of the woman of my dreams, Mom."

Her eyes lit up. "You're still calling me Mom?" She leaned forward with a smile, face scrunched and mouth open. "After - thank you," she said to the waitress as she placed our drinks down.

I thanked her, too.

Mom took a sip of her coffee and once the waitress was out of earshot, continued to yell in a whisper, "- After what we did last night, and after what I just told you?"

I laughed. "Sorry. I'm just used to it. What do you want me to call you?"

"Jane, of course. Don't act like you don't know my name."

I laughed again. "Okay. Sorry, Jane." As I lifted my glass and took a sip, I noticed a pale section on one of her fingers. "Where's your wedding ring?"

She took a look at her left hand. "I decided to take it off."

I stared. "Why?"

"Well, this morning, I decided I was going to stop fighting my feelings and just make our new relationship official. And I didn't want my ring to keep reminding you I used to belong to another."

"You know you don't have to do that, right? I know you used to be with Dad - taking off your ring 'snot gonna change that."

"Yea, I know, but...it still feels like something I need to do. I think it's time I finally and truly let go of your father. He'll always have a special place in my heart, but I belong to you now...and no one else."

"Okaaay, if that's what you really wanna do. I'll support whatever decision you wanna make." I shrugged.

"And that's why I love you so." She placed her hands on the table as she came in and gave me a kiss that lasted a few seconds.

"Aren't you worried about somebody we know seeing us?"

"It makes it hotter, don't you think?" Jane grinned. She had a point. The waitress arrived with our meals and set them down. "So did anything interesting happen at work today?"

I thought. "Something did, actually - it's funny you should ask - I ran into Rochelle."

Her eyes widened as she bit into one of her triangular slices of toast. "Really?" She wiped her mouth and I nodded. "That must've been awkward."

"Not as much as you'd think, hey. It went over much smoother than I expected."

"So she wasn't angry with you?"

"Naahh, I didn't detect any anger. If anything, she was only disappointed." I ate a chip.

"Poor girl. I really feel bad for her. All those looks, but she can't find or keep a man to save her life."

"I did, however, promise her she could still be my date for my matric dance."

"You didn't."

"What was I supposed to do? I asked if I could take her last night on our date. And then, today, she told me she never got to go to hers."

"Okay." She shrugged and picked up her fork and knife. "Did she tell you why she couldn't go?"

"Mm-mm." I shook my head and swallowed the bite of my burger. "But I got the impression it had something to do with sex."

She laughed. "It did. I'll let her tell you about it on your date. But for now, I could tell you a better and juicer story about her you might want to hear."

"Go ahead."

"Well - I probably shouldn't tell you about this over a meal, but...screw it." She shrugged and I chuckled. "About...eight years ago, while you were on a camping trip and Kirsten was at...Jenny's house, your father and I invited Rochelle to come over. Like almost every guy, Gary had always had a threesome fantasy, and like I told you last night; 'I loved to fulfil all his fantasies.'

"And I thought Rochelle was the perfect candidate to help me make this one come true: We got along. She was beautiful - a little too beautiful, I'll admit...but I never really felt threatened. She was sexy, naughty and lastly, she'd finalised her divorce proceedings with Gary's asshole of a boss a few months earlier. She basically checked all the boxes.

"Anyway, after she got to our place, it didn't take long for music to be played, shooters to be downed, and dirty sex stories to be told for laughs. And eventually, I leaned closer to Rochelle, breathing on her neck, and told her that Gary had never seen two women kissing before. She was more than happy to put on a show for him.

"Now, I have to admit; I'm not really into kissing...or sleeping with women. But like I told you; I loved pleasing my husband. And eventually he joined in on the fun, aided by Viagra, and gave us both a long hard pounding on the couch. It was fun, but a onetime thing...And somehow we've managed to stay friends."

Jane said she was "a little kinky" the night before, but clearly I only knew the half of it. I was rock hard. Good thing I was seated by a table. "Umm, that was...unexpected - I'll admit. But hot."

She laughed and we continued chatting as we ate our meals. After we got done, we paid the bill, tipped the waitress and decided to walk around the shopping centre. Even though its crowd had thickened since that morning, I had my arm around Jane's shoulders and she had hers around my waist. I guessed it was really official - we were an item.

I couldn't remember a happier time in my life. Not even when I was a kid and got a Play Station for Christmas. I felt my eyes water and I kissed Jane on the side of her forehead. We walked in and out of stores, checking to see if there was anything worth buying. Jane ended up purchasing a skirt, a blouse and floral dress. "Spring's right around the corner," she said with a smile.

We spent our final period of time in the mall by an indoor fountain. Facing the same direction, I had my back against a square black pillar and arms around Jane as we watched customers and their kids flick coins into the water as they made their wishes. I couldn't help wondering if someday Jane and I would have our own toddler or toddlers to do activities with. That'd be awesome.

She spun and looked up, placing her hands on my chest. The smile she wore and look in her brown eyes told me what she wanted. I smiled, too, moved my face in and merged our lips as I slid my hands down her waist. Our mouths opened and tongues played as shoppers passed us by. To them, we must've looked like a younger man and an older woman in a progressive relationship. If only they knew. I felt myself harden at the thought.

About a minute later, we stopped making out, and once my erection subsided, headed back to the parking lot. I opened the driver's door for her. I was too tried to take the wheel. I placed her bag of goods in the trunk then got into the passenger's seat before she started the car and took us home. As we drove up our driveway, my face scrunched as I spotted someone sitting by the front door.

"Look who's here." I pointed.

"Kirsten." Jane faced me, looking confused. "What's she doing here?"

Chapter Ten: Treading Lightly

"Hi, Mom...little brother." She smiled as she got off the large black bag she sat on.

Our mother and I spoke over each other as we greeted her.

"What're you doing here, honey?"

"It's a long story. I'll tell you inside. Could you give me a hand with these bags, Chris?"

*

When we got to my sister's bedroom, I laid her heavy bag next to its twin and then took a seat in the chair by her old dresser. Jane was on Kirsten's queen-sized bed, while my sister was on her knees on the floor, removing items of clothing from the bag she'd unzipped. The girls did all the talking:

"You still haven't told us why you're here, hon."

"Oh, yea. Me and Craig broke up this morning, and I needed a place to stay while I try 'n' find somewhere else to live."

"Well, you know you're welcome to stay here as long as you like. Why did you guys break up?"

"Umm." She placed a shirt on the stack she made. "Actually...I'm the one who broke up with him."

"Why?"

"Well...it's kinda embarrassing." She stopped unpacking and pushed her long light brown hair behind her ear. "You see, Craig sorta has this drinking problem. He's not really an alcoholic, 'cause he doesn't drink every day, but every once in a while he gets trashed and starts to lose the plot. He gets angry at and the smallest things and usually ends up fighting some guy, or breaking stuff in the apartment. But a couple of months ago...he...sorta slapped me."

"What?" Jane leaned forward. I thought the same question as my face scrunched. "Why?"

"He was being an asshole towards one of my friends while we were out one night, and when we got home we got into a big fight about it and...he slapped me. He told me he was sorry about it the next day and that it would never happen again. But last night, I - umm, something happened, and he did do it again."

"I don't care what you did or what you said. A man should never lay a hand on you...Are you okay, sweetie?"

"Yea." She stroked her face. "He didn't even get that good of a shot in. But I could tell he wasn't gonna change, so I decided to leave him."

"Good." She nodded. "He doesn't deserve you. And you're right; he's not going to change. In fact, he'll probably get worse...You did the right thing by leaving him." A moment later, Jane stood. "Listen, hon, Chris and I are going to let you finish unpacking and get settled in. Are you hungry?"

"A little."

"Okay, I'll make you a sandwich." She looked my way.

I exhaled heavily through my nose, stood and placed a hand on Kirsten's shoulder. "Glad to see you back, Sis."

"Thanks." She smiled.

Jane and I walked out the room, closed the door and talked on our way to the kitchen.

"Can you believe that?"

"I know," I said. "I didn't have a clue that Craig guy was such a douchebag. I'm tempted to drive to his place to strangle him."

"You'll do no such thing. What will that solve?"

"But we can't just let him get away with this. Should we go to the cops?"

"No." She sighed. "I doubt Kirsten will want to get him arrested, anyway...and have to appear in court. Plus, you can't even tell she was assaulted. What if he denies it? Let's just let it go and let him implode by himself. I'm just happy she's not with him anymore. And I know he'll eventually get his comeuppance."

I sighed, too. "Guess you're right." We reached the kitchen. But it still didn't feel right. "Listen, Mo- I'm mean, Jane. I'm gonna go take a nap - I'm still feeling tired."

"Okay, hon. But before you leave, I think you should go back to calling me 'Mom' while your sister's around. I don't want her to know about us - or not yet, at least - and she'll probably find it strange if you keep calling me by my first name."

"Okay." I shrugged. "I'm not even used to calling you 'Jane.' So it shouldn't be a problem."

"There's one more pill you won't find that easy to swallow...we can't have sex while she's around, either."

I knew the answer to this question, but said, "Why not?"

"You know how noisy I can get during sex." She smiled. "And what if she walks in on us?...Don't give me that face."

*

When I got to my bedroom, I removed my jeans and shoes, then lay on my bed. It was hard to believe how my luck had turned. I finally get a woman to sleep with, the woman I wanted the most at that, and then the very next day she halts it. I was honestly happy to see my sister again, but, man, talk about bad timing. I sighed.

But maybe there was a loophole I could exploit. If Kirsten wasn't in the house, technically she wouldn't be "around," and I could capitalize on the opportunity. I yawned. But I couldn't think of a time Mom and I would be in the house and my sister wouldn't. My eyes drooped. I know this sounds mean, but I hoped she found a place soon.

*

I wasn't sure how long I'd been out for, but by the time Mom woke me up, it was dark outside. "Come and have dinner with us." She kissed my cheek.

I rubbed my eyes and stretched my back with a groan. "I'll be right there."

She left and I got into a pair of pyjama bottoms and stepped into my slippers. Then I headed to the dining room and I took a seat by the table. Mom had prepared us roasted pieces of spiced chicken, rice, peas, baby carrots, mashed potatoes and gravy. It all smelt divine. I said grace for us all. Then cutlery clinked against plates as we engaged in conversation:

"So how's your life going right now, Kirs?" I said. "Other than what happened with the D-bag."

"Oh, same ol' same ol' - waitressing, bartending." She shrugged. "But actually, I've been thinking of going back to school."

"Really?" said Mom.

"Mm-hmm." She nodded and swallowed. "Not high school, though. I was thinking of a training college."

"Oh, alright. Have you thought of a course?"

"Ummm, I haven't really checked which courses they'll let me take without a national certificate. But I was thinking of becoming a PA...or a call centre operator."

"It's simple enough to get that information," I said, "just go online."

"I know. I just haven't gotten around to it yet."

"When are you thinking of starting?" Mom said.

"At the beginning of next year, so...three or four months."

"Okay. Just let me know when you want to go and register - so I can get the payment information." For a few seconds, Mom stared at her daughter with pride in her eyes. "I'm really glad you're doing this, Kirs. It sounds like you've matured."

After we got done, I placed the plates in the dishwasher and leftover food in the fridge. Then I headed to my bedroom and put in a couple hours of studying before I turned off the light, pulled off my bottoms and got into bed.

I soon discovered my powernap had worked a little too well in refreshing me. I couldn't get back to sleep. As I tossed and turned, thoughts of Mom plagued my mind. I still found it super unfair I couldn't be with her right now. I sighed. But maybe there was something else I could do with her in the meantime.

I reached for my phone, opened my messaging app and found her contact. I opened our last chat, typed, "Whatchu up to?" and hit send. Seconds later my phone vibrated. I read:

"Just reading my book. Why do you ask?"

"That's not important. Whatchu wearing?" I typed, feeling like some drunken boyfriend looking for a booty call.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"That's why I asked."

"I'm in a white tank top and pyjama pants."

"Don't you want to take your pants off for me?"

"Just did. I'm only in my tank top and panties now."

My cock swelled as I pictured her. "Is it a thong?"

"No. But I can put one on if you like."

"No, that's okay. What I do want you to do, though, is reach into your panties and rub your clit for me."

"Mmmm, I'm doing it."

I reached for my cock with my free hand and stroked it through my underwear. "How does it feel?"

"Good. But I wish it was your tongue instead...Don't get any ideas."

Her second message, which stopped me writing "That can be arranged," caused a smile. "Okay, now stick two fingers into that tight box of yours."

"I'm plunging them in and out of me. I wish you could hear the sound."

Fuck. Me, too. "Okay, now pull them out and suck on them for me."

"You're so bad...Mmm, I didn't know I tasted so good."

"I did" - I smiled - "now go back to rubbing that clit for me and then squeeze your nipples."

"Mmmm, I'm so turned on right now."

That went double for me. I got out my bed, opened my desk drawer and pulled out my small tub of petroleum. But then the idea of jacking off seemed ridiculous. I'd finally gotten a partner who was down-to-fuck me and now I planned to go back to self-abuse? Like I said; ridiculous! Even if my sister was in the house.

I put the tub back into its drawer, crept to my door and slowly opened it. I stuck my head out and looked down the hall. There was no sign of Kirsten. I tiptoed towards Mom's room. As I passed my sister's door, I noticed - underneath it - her light was on. I hoped she was asleep and forgot to turn it off. I crept further down and once I reached Mom's door, I carefully opened it and peaked inside.

Mom's lower half lay under her duvet. True to her word, she wore a tank top and her pyjama bottoms lay on the floor. She was transfixed by her cell phone as her free hand moved under the cover. I smiled and stepped inside. She must've sensed my presence. She looked my way as her hand stopped moving. "Chris, what're you doing in here?" she whispered with her eyes wider than usual behind her reading glasses.

"I couldn't keep myself away from you," I whispered back and crept to her bed. "You're too irresistible."

"Well, I'm flattered, but you need to leave."

"Oh, c'mon, Jane." I climbed into the bed. "Kirsten's asleep. She's not gonna walk in here." I closed my lips on her neck and gently sucked, causing a moan.

"Yea, but what if she wakes up to go to the toilet and hears us? Mmmm...And I told you not to call me that."

"We'll be quiet, I promise." I kissed her neck again. "And I should be allowed to call my woman by her name - at least while Kirsten's not in the room."

She sat and moaned quietly. Her breathing deepened. I licked and sucked her neck, careful not to leave marks, and used one palm to knead her tits. I still couldn't get over how good they felt. They made my cock harder than trying to fully understand quantum mechanics. I slid my hand down her stomach next. I pushed my fingertips inside her waistband. She grabbed it. "Don't go there. You might be able to keep it down, but I know I can't...Would you mind if we just cuddled for a while?"

I thought. "I guess not...But only if you take your top off."

She removed her glasses, pulled her top over her head, making her tits bounce, and tossed it on top of her pyjama bottoms. Then she got under the cover, facing away from me. I followed suit, placing an arm around her as I cupped her lower breast. I loved having her body against me. It reminded me of our time on the couch a few days earlier. My erection lay nestled between her buttocks as I kneaded her tit and pulled on its nipple for a couple minutes.

"You know, Chris, I really want to have sex with you, too. But I just don't think it's appropriate right now."

"I know. But we don't know how long Kirsten's gonna be around. What if she plans to move out in six months?"

She sighed and turned to face me. "I hadn't thought of that." Her hand came up and landed on my cheek as she ran her thumb down my lips. "But we can do other stuff while we wait and see."

"Like?"

"Oh, I can think of a thing or two." She smiled, moved her face in and locked our lips. Her hand disappeared under the cover, found its way into my boxer briefs and took a firm hold of my shaft. I groaned into her mouth. She slowly worked her soft palm up and down my cock, rotating her wrist each time she got to my glans. I slid my hand down the side of her back and pushed it inside her panties to grasp an ass cheek as our lips kneaded one another's, which went on for a while.

Then I broke the kiss, pulling my hand out her underwear, and pushed my boxer briefs down and off my legs. I moved up the bed and balanced myself with my shoulder against the headboard. With her head on the pillow and my cock pointing at her face, Mom wrapped her hand around it and ran her tongue up my slit, drawing a string of pre-cum from it.

She took my cockhead into her mouth and sucked it in and out a few times. She pushed her head lower and took me in further until I was in her throat. It felt good to be back. My eyes closed as I hummed. Mom pulled her head back, repeated the slow process and sucked me off for the next couple of minutes, causing soft noises. I groaned as her pace quickened.

Then the idea of something I'd wanted to do since my first days of watching porn came to mind. I withdrew my cock from Mom's mouth, pushed her onto her back and then straddled her torso, lining my cock in the middle of her chest. I placed my hands on the sides of her tits, pushed them towards one another and squeezed them firmly around my erection.

This gave me such a rush. My ex's boobs were nowhere near the size of Mom's. Trying this with her would've been silly. I pulled my hips back until my glans submerged under Mom's doughy orbs, making them wobble, then pushed myself back up until my base lay underneath. I sawed my erection and delighted in the friction her tits provided.

As I did, Mom dropped her chin, placed her hands on the backs of mine and flicked my tip with her tongue each time my glans poked out. Minutes flew by as I sawed my cock between Mom's boobs and enjoyed the stroke of her tongue. This all extracted soft moans from me. Then my orgasm rushed in. I squeezed her tits tighter, thrust my hips once more and then bit back a noisy groan as my shaft pulsated and euphoria washed over me.

About four thick wads were released from my slit. The first of which splattered Mom's chin. But the rest weren't as powerful and could only reach her upper chest. I guessed I hadn't fully recovered from the night before. I panted as my eyes closed and head fell back.

Then my senses returned to me. I looked down at Mom. She looked super sexy with spunk on her chin. Like a MILF porn star - my very own MILF porn star. How many guys my age could say that? For the umpteenth time, I wondered how I got so lucky.

I got off the bed, walked into her bathroom and ran warm water over the corner of a towel. I came back into the room and wiped Mom off. Once I tossed the towel into her hamper, she handed me my underwear and I pulled them on. "So I guess spending the night in here's out of the question, huh?"

She gave me a look that said; what do you think?

I smiled, leaned in and pecked her lips. I made my way to the door, which I noticed was ajar. I was sure I'd closed it. But then again, wasn't sure. I opened it, looked down the hallway and found no one. I crept to my room and noticed Kirsten's light was now off. Then I got into bed and tried to get some shuteye.

*

The rest of the week was mundane and went by slowly - or so it felt. Mom and Kirsten went to work, while I headed to school. The only exciting parts of it took place when the lights were out, which, funny enough, went by fast. I'd sext with Mom for a few minutes, then sneak down the hall and enter her bedroom to fool around for a while. She still wouldn't let me inside her, but she was more than happy to bring me to an orgasm in other ways.

Monday night, she gave me a blowjob that made me think; she's getting better at this, before I deposited a heavy load into her mouth, which she sucked and swallowed before sending me on my way. Tuesday, she gave me one of her magical hand jobs, aided by the Vaseline I brought, that made me coat her hand. I made sure I restrained myself from whacking off the entire day.

On Wednesday, Mom had her feet around my - this time lubricated - cock again and I helped her work them up and down before I coated them, as well. On Thursday, I decided to relive our moment on the couch the week before and sawed my cock between Mom's thighs, but this time, her ankles were around my neck before I plastered her stomach and panty covered crotch.

Even though I never got any pussy, I had to admit; it was a great week.

Chapter Eleven: The Clock Starts

After I got dropped off by JP, I entered the house and headed to my room to change out of my uniform. I headed to the kitchen thereafter, made a couple grilled cheese sandwiches, poured a glass of soda and then headed to the living room to watch TV. I found my sister there. She sat on the couch with her long legs folded - I didn't have a clue how she could do that - wore denim shorts, a white training bra and had her focus locked on her phone as her thumb moved about.

"How come you're not at work?" I sat on the couch, placing my food on the coffee table.

"It's my day off." She kept her eyes on her phone.

"Oh, okay." I grabbed the remote and flipped through channels. "So did you find a place to live yet?"

"Why?" She looked up. "Are you bored of me already?"

"A little." I shrugged.

She smirked then dropped her head. "Smartass."

"Nah, I was just -" The sound of the intercom went off.

Kirsten looked up again. "Go see who it is."

I stood and went to do just that. I was surprised by who it turned out to be - Craig; my sister's ex. I wondered why the hell he was here. I told him I'd be right with him then walked back to the living room. "Kirs, it's Craig."

"Oh." She sat quietly and it looked like her brain was at work. "I didn't think he'd come here when I told him I'm not working today."

"Do you want me to turn him away?"

"...No. It's okay." She fixed her hair. "Let him in."

I was hesitant about that, but what could I do? If she wanted to see him, she'd see him. I went to open for her ex. He pulled into our driveway, stepped out his lime hatchback and walked my way. He wore DC shoes, light jeans, a muscle top and sunglasses.

I reluctantly gave him a fist bump as he greeted me and stepped into the house. The stench of alcohol on his breath was pungent. I took a look at his car and shook my head. What an idiot. People like this are the reason Dad's dead. I sighed then walked with him to the living room.

"Babe, can we talk somewhere in private?" he said in his deep and rough voice, removing his sunglasses.

Kirsten stood and placed her phone in her pocket. "Okay." She walked to the sliding door and pulled it open. Craig followed her through it and closed it behind them. They sat at the table of our roofed patio and their conversation got underway. I couldn't hear a word they said.

I sat on the couch, grabbed one of my sandwiches and bit into it as I tried to focus on an episode of MythBusters. But it was difficult. My attention kept shifting back to my sister and her ex. I wondered what they talked about. Normally, I couldn't care less about other people's relationships - not even celebrities'. But this was my sister and I worried she'd take him back.

Time went by as I ate, took sips and concentrated on Adam and Jamie. Then I heard loud but unclear squabbling. I turned my head and noticed Craig now stood over Kirsten, with a hand around her arm. I got up, made my way to the sliding door and pulled it open.

"...of my arm, you're hurting me."

"Kirsten, stop acting like a brat and let's go."

"I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Craig, buddy, I think it's time for you to leave." I stepped onto the patio.

"Stay out of this, Chris. This's between me and my girlfriend."

"I'm not your girlfriend, Craig. I broke up with you, remember?"

"Craig, I'm warning you, let go of my sister and get out of my house." I stepped closer to him.

"Oh, yea? And what the fuck are you gonna do if I don't, little boy?" He let go of Kirsten and pushed my shoulder.

"Craig, stop! That's my brother."

Now, Craig wasn't exactly what one would call "scrawny." Actually, he was larger and taller than most guys and looked like he spent a fair share of his time in the gym. I also knew he used to play as a fullback in his Varsity Rugby team. I wasn't the smallest of guys, but it was clear he had a size advantage over me.

But I didn't care. This asshole had not only assaulted my sister once, but twice. And now he had the nerve to come and bully her in her own house. Fuck that. Something inside me snapped. For a moment, I was erased from time and space. And the next thing I next thing I knew, my hand was sore and this heap of a man was on the floor, writhing and groaning with his hands over his face.

I felt tempted to give him a swift kick on the side of his head, but something told me I needed to stop and go cool down. I walked into the house, stepped into my room and I sat in the chair by my desk. "Ahh, fuck." I flung my hand about with my wrist. Jeez, that guy's got a rock for a head.

About ten minutes later, I heard a knock on my door and once I answered, Kirsten walked in.

"Is he still here?" I got up.

"Calm down, champ. He's gone home. In fact, he said he's never coming back and both of us can go fuck ourselves. Here." She tossed me an icepack, which I caught. "Thought you might need it for that deadly fist of yours. You should've seen his eye after he finally got up. It looked like he got hit by...Mike Jordan."

I smiled weakly. I think she meant "Tyson." If I'm honest, I really didn't feel like going into round two with her ex, and was happy he was gone. I sat and applied the icepack to my knuckles. "Thanks."

She was quiet, then sauntered over. "I'm the one who should be thanking you."

"Don't mention it."

"No, really, I should." She sat on my desk, keeping her feet on the floor. "I didn't know you cared about me that much."

"Why would you go and say something like that?"

"I mean, I did know - you're my brother, of course. But growing up I was kinda mean to you - especially after Dad died - and I thought you might still have some strong feelings about that."

"Sure, you weren't always the most pleasant of sisters. But a lot siblings don't get along." I shrugged. "And I thought it was just your way of mourning Dad."

"And what about before then?"

"Okay, okay, I'll admit; you were always a bitch."

She chuckled. "I'm sorry."

"It's cool."

She was quiet then said, "So...when did you learn how to talk to girls?"

Call me self-conceited. Say I have a wild imagination or a tenuous grasp on understanding the female mind, but somehow, I got the impression she was flirting with me. "Umm...I have no idea." I shook my head.

She chuckled again. "You've gotten funnier, too."

"Yeeaa, what were you and Craig fighting about, anyway?"

"He wanted me to take him back and go home with him. And like the spoilt rich kid he is, he can't take no for an answer."

"Oh yea." I mulled and she studied my face.

"Do you wanna know what we fought about before I came here on Sunday?"

"Uh. Yea, sure."

"Well, we were out at a club the night before, and I...sorta got into a make out session with my friend, Amanda."

It took a few seconds for that to sink in. "Sort of?"

"Definitely." She nodded.

"Sooo...you're in the closet?"

"No." She laughed. "I'm not gay - I mean, I am, but...I'm bi. And when Craig saw me, he got super jealous, and when we got home we got into a big fight about it and - well, you know the rest."

"Yeeaa." I nodded. "I'm not sure why he got so angry, though. It sounds like a threesome opportunity to me."

"That's what I thought. But I guess some guys are just really possessive...Have you ever had a threesome, little brother?"

"Uhh, no."

"Would you like to?"

This conversation had reached its weird point. My sister and I never talked like this. "Doesn't every guy?"

"True." She shrugged. "But a lot of them don't get their wish. I've been in one, though...But there weren't any cocks involved."

I felt my cock twitch. "You mean?"

"Uh-huh." She smiled and nodded. "Three vaginas and six tits."

I stared. Somehow, she knew the questions which came to mind.

"It happened two years ago. I was living with Courtney and Teresa at the time. And one night, we were all drunk, lying in Teresa's bed and still in our clothes from the party we came from. We -"

"Do you ever not party?"

She smirked. "Is that really what you want me to talk about?"

I opened my mouth, but then closed it.

"Thought so. Anyway, we were all laughing and complaining about all the guys we saw that night - who weren't much to look at - even though we let them buy us drinks. Then, out of nowhere, Teresa said she wished she was like me and Courtney - who, by the way, was also bi. And Teresa knew we'd spent a few nights together...It wasn't anything serious." She shrugged. "We were just roomies with benefits.

"Anyway, when we asked Teresa why she said that, she told us that way she wouldn't have to sleep alone, and that the alcohol had made her horny. Courtney pointed out the obvious and said she still didn't have to sleep alone, even though she was straight, and that she hadn't had her lesbian experience yet - which is something every girl must do. I smiled and agreed as I pushed my hand up Teresa's short dress and pulled her thong to the side.

"She didn't move. She just sat there frozen as I push my fingers inside her pussy, which she moaned to. Then Courtney pulled her in and made out with her as I continued to fingerbang her. Then I pulled her panties down her legs and Courtney pulled her dress down her arms to get Teresa's big tits out. They're bigger than mine." Kirsten squeezed them, causing my cock to twitch again. "Then the next thing Teresa knew, I had my head between her legs and tongue up her cunt as Courtney rode her face.

"It all turned into a big sweaty scene of moaning and groaning. Ass, tits and pussy galore - which were all licked and suck, by the way. I even gave Teresa a rim job as Courtney worked on my pussy. Fuck, that girl really knew how to use her tongue. I also got off on the fact Teresa was a straight chick. I'd always wanted to bring one over to the dark side and show her what she's missing. We did it again about two weeks later, but after that Teresa said she was done and preferred cock."

Fuck. I shook my head. What was wrong with the women in my family? Did they have no limits? But then again, who was I to judge? I was the guy who perved over his mother for the last four years.

"Are you gonna take care of that, little brother?"

I looked at my crotch and noticed the tent I pitched in my white track pants. Her story had really done a number on me. I looked up. "No."

"You can, if you want to. I don't mind."

"No." I shook my head and shrugged.

"You know...it's kinda weird a sex story about your sister turned you on...Would you like me to help you with it?"