The Sitter Ch. 01
A young man's tryst with a house sitter leads to surprises.

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An Oedipus County Tale

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks.

CHAPTER ONE

At eighteen, I was bit on the scrawny side, bespectacled and shy. A textbook case of a late bloomer, my adolescent growth spurt was a good four years late, and I was just starting to gain the adult height and weight I'd eventually develop. Not one of the popular kids at school by any means, and it wasn't unusual for me to be home on a Friday night. Not that I never did anything' I did have friends, and sometimes we'd catch a movie or tool around in my friend Russ's car' but sometimes I'd stay home just for the hell of it. Well, truth be told, there usually was a reason to stay in. Her name was Karen Wojnowski.

You see, my mother was bit paranoid. We lived out in the hills, in a remote location, and she was always afraid of someone breaking into the house. We had a decent security system, but Mom preferred someone be home, particularly at night. When I was sixteen, I suggested we get a dog, but it turned out Mom's allergic. Mom's allergies proved to be my boon, because when Mom started dating and one of my friends got a license, she decided to get one of her friends to sit at the house, just to keep an eye on things. Which brings me to Karen.

Karen was twenty-eight years old, ten years younger than my mother was, and absolutely gorgeous. She had bright green eyes, an aquiline nose, and full red lips that always seemed to be pursed in thought. A smattering of freckles fell across the bridge of her nose, but her complexion was otherwise flawless. A mane of slightly curled auburn hair poured down her back, framing her heart shaped face. She was easily one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen, but that wasn't what made me grin like an idiot at the thought of her. As well as being beautiful, she had an incredible pair of breasts, two perfectly shaped melon-sized hemispheres that seemed to defy gravity, and she had the delightful tendency to wear incredibly tight belly shirts that just thrust her tits into people's faces. Karen was a good couple inches taller than I was at the time, so her massive mammaries were almost at eye level. Quite trying for a teenage boy whose body was just exploding with hormones.

Mostly I felt terribly self-conscious, not only because I was an adolescent with an unhealthy crush on an older woman, but Karen was really cool. She had a great sense of humor, didn't talk down to me or call me "Billy" like most of my mother's friends, and she was a bit of a sci-fi geek like me. She loved sci-fi movies, even the crappy b-grade flicks, and we'd often sit and watch them together, laughing at all the goofy parts and cracking jokes. She treated me like a human being, rather than her friend's kid, and for that reason I felt guilty that I obsessed about her so much.

Most of my mother's friends were beautiful. Beauty attracts beauty, as my dad used to say, before he ran off with his secretary and ditched both Mom and me. When Karen and my mother Janine go out, it's difficult to tell who is getting most of the stares. Mom is a towering six-one, with long straight blonde hair that she likes to tie into a French braid. Her eyes are an icy blue, her nose small and upturned, framed by high cheekbones and offset by full expressive lips that often split to reveal neat, even teeth. Mom is a sun-worshipper, and spends a good deal of her free time (what little she has) in the backyard by the pool soaking up the rays. I have to admit she fills out her yellow bikini very nicely. I may be her son, but it's difficult not to notice her full breasts, narrow waist, and flaring hips. Her legs are long, sculpted by hours doing laps in the pool and biking around the hills near our house. Mom likes to keep in shape; she went on a total fitness kick after dad left and she's kept to the regimen religiously ever since.

I've inherited my mother's coloring: blond hair, blue eyes, tan easily. I'm about average for my age, maybe even a little thin. A touch of myopia ensures I have to wear glasses all the time, and though I spend almost as much time biking and swimming as I do reading, I'm still more than a bit of a geek. I'd just started my senior year, was looking forward to graduation and the freedom of college, and I had little resembling a social life. So a night watching movies with Karen while Mom took one of her clients out to dinner didn't sound like a bad idea to me. The thing is, I had to give Mom the impression I was going out so she would have Karen over. Then I'd pretend to cancel and spend the evening with Karen.

Yes, okay, totally lame. But I was absolutely infatuated with her, and too young and inexperienced to ever make my feelings known to a woman like her. If all I could have was a night in front of the VCR with her once in a while, I'd take it.

Mom kissed me on the head, ruffled my hair, and made me promise to be good. She had a devilish gleam in her eye, and I grinned self-consciously, figuring Mom knew all about my crush. Karen put an arm around me and pulled me to her, my head settling against her left breast. It was warm and soft, and I turned bright red, feeling my dick begin to harden in my pants. I think Karen said something like, "Don't worry about us, Jan. You go and have a good time, and knock 'em dead."

Mom smiled with that same gleam, only this time she was looking at Karen, and then she was out the door. Karen released me, and I stepped away as if bitten. Karen didn't seem to notice. "I brought some vids," she said. "Why don't you make the popcorn and I'll set up in the living room."

"Okay," I mumbled, heading into the kitchen. I threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave and poured us a couple of Cokes. While I waited for the popcorn to pop, I thought about my head on her breast, and imagined what it would feel like without the t-shirt in the way.

"How's it going in there'" Karen called from the living room, snapping me out of my reverie. I self-consciously adjusted myself to hide my hard-on, and filled a bowl with the popcorn. Balancing the bowl and the Cokes, I went into the living room.

Karen sat on the couch, her hair tied back into a ponytail and her jeans-clad legs stretched out on the coffee table. A pile of videotapes sat on the table by her leg, one of them open. She had the remote in hand and hit the start button as I set the bowl on the table. She took the Coke with a smile and hooked a handful of popcorn.

"What are we watching'" I asked.

"A cinematic gem known colloquially as Gamera vs. Knife-head," she explained. "It stars a giant turtle, a low-scale Godzilla if there ever was one, and a teenage Richard Burton. You'll like it, I promise." She laughed, and pointed at the TV screen with her Coke, directing my attention.

She was right, it turned out. Japanese monster movies were some of our favorites. The combination of fantastic miniatures, goofy rubber costumes, and nonsensical stories usually had us in stitches. After one or two of those, we'd throw in Star Wars or a Star Trek movie or something, just to reaffirm our faith in the genre. One night Karen showed me Blade Runner, which blew my mind. However, that night we never made it that far, and to this day I still don't know which *good* movie Karen rented to watch that night.

When the giant monster with the steak knife for a head rose out of the ground, Karen laughed so hard she spilled her Coke. All over her shirt. The soda soaked into the fabric immediately, and I saw two dents rise, responding to the cold. "Dammit," Karen muttered softly, still chuckling. She gave me a mischievous look that I tried to meet. "I should be old enough to hold my Coke," she said. "Could you get me a paper towel'"

I didn't want to move. Mostly I didn't want to look away, but I was also afraid that if I stood, my boner would be painfully visible. "Uh..." I started to say, but Karen's smile widened. "Never mind," she said. "I'll do it." She hopped to her feet, bouncing all the way up, and scampered into the kitchen. In her absence, I tried to adjust my pants again, but realized there was no way I could do it and hide the evidence of my arousal.

I had moments to make my escape, and I took it. I ran upstairs to my room, eased the door closed and dropped onto my bed. As easy as one, two, three, I had my pants unsnapped, unzipped, and my raging hard-on in hand. It felt harder than it had ever been before, and I flexed it, feeling it swell in my hand. I thought about Karen's breasts, soaked with soda, with nipples hardened, distending the material of her shirt. I wished I knew what they looked like beneath that belly shirt, how they would feel cupped in my hands, or -- oh my God -- how they would taste. I was a stroke or two away from erupting when the door to my room opened.

Karen poked her head in, wearing one of Mom's shirts -- tighter on her than it was on Mom -- and opened her mouth to say something. No words came out, but her mouth hung open, and her green eyes widened.

Time froze, and I thought crazily that I should have run into the bathroom to whack off; she would have at least knocked before bursting into the bathroom and make me die of embarrassment.

Motor skills returned slowly, and I rolled over onto my side, trying to hide myself and tuck it away. It wasn't cooperating. My dick should have wilted immediately, but instead it remained stiff as a board. I could feel my face flushing, turning bright crimson, and my chest constricted, making it hard to breathe.

I heard Karen pad into the room softly, and then felt my bed shift under her weight. She put a hand on my arm, her skin warm against my own. "I'm sorry, Bill," she said. "I should have knocked. When I came back to the living room and you were gone, I wanted to make sure you were okay." When I didn't say anything, she asked, "Are you okay'"

"Yeah," I croaked out. "I'm sorry," I spit out.

"You have nothing to be sorry about," she told me. "Most natural thing in the world, believe me."

That caught my attention, even as I was beginning to catch my breath. "Really'"

"Sure. Hell, I do it all the time myself." Karen chuckled softly. "I've even had roommates stumble in on me when I'm doing it. Talk about embarrassing."

I craned my neck around to look at her. She wore a reassuring smile, and, I noticed, there was a gleam in her eye that reminded me of the look my mother had given me before she went out. "Can I ask you something, though'" she said. I nodded, unable to speak. "Were you thinking about me'"

I could only stare, opening and closing my mouth like a fish as my dick swelled with blood.

"I thought so," she said. "You know, Bill, I have to admit I'm quite flattered." The hand on my arm slid down to my chest, and I started breathing heavily again. "I mean, that's a rather large piece of equipment for a --"

"-- boy my age'" I finished.

"Man your age," she corrected. The hand moved down to my lower abdomen. My prick jutted out as hard as it had ever been, throbbing now in anticipation, precum leaking from the tip and trailing down its length. So hard now that the tip almost reached my belly button, and I felt myself grow harder as Karen's palm brushed against my stomach. "I have one more question," she said, her voice lower, almost husky.

"Wh-what's that'" I asked. My voice cracked, but I couldn't have possibly gotten any redder at that point.

"Do you want to finish this by yourself. . . or with a little help'"

"Help," I said with a croak that turned to a groan as Karen's hand wrapped around the base of my cock, squeezing slightly. She leaned over me with a smile, her heavy breasts pressing into my chest as I turned to meet her. Her lips brushed against mine, her green eyes boring into my blue ones as her tongue extended out to taste me. I mimicked her movement, parting my lips slightly, and she thrust her tongue into my mouth. I could taste popcorn and soda and the jasmine tang of her lipstick, as her tongue assaulted mine and I fought back as much as I could, trying to get into her mouth as well. We traded one another back and forth, my tongue invading her mouth, hers dueling mine. All the while her hand expertly stroked my hardness, her palm gently squeezing the spongy tip; using my own cream to coat my cock until it was slick and sloppy.

She pulled back. Her face was flushed, her cheeks pink and her freckles darkened. She was breathing almost as hard as I was, and she smiled. "Where'd you learn to kiss like that'" she asked me.

"Nowhere," I admitted.

"That was your first kiss'" she asked, hand still stroking my cock.

"Yeah," I admitted. "You're my first everything," I added.

Karen shook her head in disbelief. "Your mother is going to kill me," she said. At the mention of my mother, my cock inexplicably jumped in her hand. She arched an eyebrow, but didn't remark on it, other than an enigmatic, "Hmmm."

She released my cock, and I groaned again as it swung free. "Well, if I'm you're first 'everything,' we should try out as much as we possibly can." She sat up, took her t-shirt by the hem, and pulled it over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra. Naked, her huge breasts bounced before me, soft yet firm, milk white with a delicate tracery of blue veins beneath the surface. She had freckles scattered across her breastbone and the upper slopes of her breasts. Her nipples and areolas were strawberry pink and distended, puffy and begging to be sucked.

Without thinking I lurched forward and fastened my lips to her left nipple, nipping and sucking instinctively. I was rewarded with a gasp and a moan from Karen. She put a hand against the back of my head, pushing me into her tit. I reached up to put my hand on her other breast, weighing it with my palm, teasing the distended nipple with my fingertips. She tasted like jasmine, the scent she wore, and I wanted to taste as much of her as I possibly could. I switched over to the other nipple, trailing my tongue across the left breast to the canyon between and over the slope of the right one, before once more fastening my lips to a nipple. Karen continued to moan and ruffle my hair.

She pushed me away and leaned down, kissing me again, her tongue assaulting me once more. The hard nubs of her nipples pressed into my chest, the weight of her hot, spongy breasts falling against me. I felt her hands on my hips, yanking my shirt up over my stomach, and disengaged from me in order to pull it up over my head. Then her naked breasts pressed against my own naked chest, her skin burning where it touched mine, and I could feel her heart beating against my own. We kissed again. I wrapped my arms around her as she began tugging at my pants, pulling my jeans and my boxers down. My pants were quickly tangled, and we broke away once more so I could kick them free.

She regarded me with a hungry look, and then kissed and nibbled at my neck, her heavy breasts pressing against my chest. She moved lower, her lips brushing across my own nipples, her tongue tracing trails across my abdomen. Karen's breasts brushed against my hardened cock, and she caught it between them, trapping it for a moment in the exquisite softness between her tits. I groaned in wonder and pleasure, and she smiled wickedly at me, still with that hungry look.

She grabbed me by the base of my cock and levered it away from my abdomen, straightening it so that it pointed its angry purple head at her face. With a low growl in her throat she bent down, tongue lashing out to taste me. My cock throbbed in her hand, trying to leap forward, but she kept me steady. Her full lips enveloped the head of my cock, sucking slightly. I'd never felt such intense pleasure in my life, and I couldn't suppress a moan. "Oh my God, that's amazing."

Karen lifted her head long enough to tell me, "You haven't seen anything yet." Then her lips enveloped me again, sliding down the length of my cock, encasing me in a velvet warmth. She began to suck, her tongue and mouth pulling at my cock, urging me onward. Instinctively I began to thrust into her mouth, but she placed a palm against my stomach and pulled away with a sucking sound. "If you do that, you'll choke me. Relax and enjoy," she said, and bent down to swallow me once more. She pulled back so that only the head of my cock swelled on her tongue, and then moved forward, driving herself onto me, twisting and sliding along the length of my cock, sucking all the while. Her saliva mixed with my precum, coating the length of my hardness and slurping around the edges of her lips. The slurping sounds alone were driving me wild, to say nothing of how her ministrations felt, but I fought the urge to thrust again and tried to enjoy it while it lasted.

She released me from her mouth again, kissing and nibbling the length of my cock, and took each of my balls into her mouth in turn, sucking each. Her hand, still gripping the base of my dick, began to slide along my hardness, tugging on me, jacking me as she sucked me off.

Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore of the sweet torture, she broke away from me and slid off the bed. "What --'" I started to ask, but she shushed me.

"I was priming the pump," Karen said, "but I don't want it going off just yet." With that, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs, revealing a pair of pale pink panties. She hefted her weighty breasts in her hands, tweaking the nipples with her fingers. "Do you'" she said.

"No," I croaked, "not at all."

"Good. Now get up." I looked at her blankly, but eventually moved at her insistence. When I stood beside her, she grinned again and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. In one quick movement she swept them off and tumbled onto the bed, her tits bouncing and her legs spreading to reveal her pussy. Framed by a neatly trimmed patch of auburn hair, the pink folds of her moist cavern winked at me, opening slightly. I could see the moisture gathered there, and more, I could smell it, a heady fragrance that made my heart pound and my cock swell.

"Your turn," Karen told me, grinning hugely.

"What do I do'" I asked, dropping to one knee.

"Pretend it's my mouth," she said. "And give her a kiss."

So that's what I did. I leaned in low and kissed her pussy, my lips pressing against her, my tongue tentatively penetrating her folds to tease and taste her. "There you go," she said, her voice at a slightly higher pitch than usual. Encouraged, I doubled my efforts, driving my tongue into her. the smell was almost overwhelming, with my nose pressed into her bush, but the taste was magnificent, salty and sweet at once, and I had to have more. I dug as deep as I could, placing my hands on her silky thighs to widen my access. She moaned when I touched a hard nubbin of flesh, her clit, so I concentrated on that, assaulting it with my tongue and lips. Karen started to pant, her tits bobbing as her breaths increased, and with each exhalation she gasped out a "yes" or a "God" or a "Bill." And then, suddenly, her pussy clenched around my lips and tongue, and her thighs scissored closed around my head. My mouth flooded with nectar, and Karen's voice rose another octave as she wheezed out a long "Yeeeeessssssssssssss!"

Her thighs fell away and I raised my head, taking in a deep breath and licking my lips. Karen had a lazy smile on her face, and I tried my best to return it. She sat up, cupped my chin in her hand, and kissed me fiercely, licking her own juices off my chin. "That was very good, Bill." She laughed, a light sound. "That was better than good, that was fucking fantastic."

"Thanks," I said, kissing her again.

"No, thank you," she said. "Now, for the main event," she added, gripping my cock and giving it a friendly squeeze. It lurched in her palm, and she pulled me against her, thighs parting once again. We kissed as she pressed the head of my cock against the nest of fur between her legs, and then pushed it downward, into her opening. Instinctively I thrust forward, and this time there was no resistance; she welcomed me with a groan as I drive into her, my throbbing cock finding a happy home in her clasping pussy. She enveloped me, her inner muscles massaging and pulling at me as I thrust and pulled back, thrust and pulled back. Her hips rose up to meet me, urging me on. My lips found her lips, her chin, her neck, and the canyon between her breasts, slick with sweat. Her thighs wrapped around me, her calves pushing into my ass, forcing me deeper inside her. Both of us moaned and grunted as our bodies slammed together, flesh meeting flesh with a slapping sound.

"Oh God, yes, fuck me Bill," she gasped. "I want to feel all of you inside me."

I thrust deeper, feeling her shift and accommodate me as I went deeper, and then I reached a wall, the head of my cock cresting against the roof of her womb. That was a trigger that set her off once more, and she gave a triumphant cry, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a velvet vise, her body going rigid and shivering beneath me. In response, I felt my cock lurch and throb and a sudden stab of intense pleasure at the base of my cock -- and then I erupted deep within her, jet after jet of cum blasting from my cock into her womb. She shivered and came again, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly as her legs tightened around my waist.

At last I fell away, gasping for breath, my cock pulling itself from her sheathe with a wet, sucking sound.

"The worst part," Karen gasped, putting her hands on her belly. "I hate feeling empty." She rolled over on top of me, sweat dampened locks of hair falling on my face as she kissed me. "That was beautiful, my young man. You fuck like a volcano."

I laughed. "I don't know about that," I said, "but I agree about the beautiful part." I tugged a stray lock of hair behind her ear to look her in the eye. "Uh, Karen'"

"Yes, Bill'"

"Was that. . . uh. . . a one time thing'"

She smiled and gave me a peck on my cheek. "Of course not," she said. "Why, you ready to go again'"

"Let me catch my breath first," I said, "and then, yeah."

She laughed and sat up, tits bobbing hypnotically. "Then let's relax in the Jacuzzi until you get your strength back," she suggested. The Jacuzzi was in the master bath, off of Mom's room. I'd soaked in it a few times after long hikes or a day spent biking in the hills around the house, but I'd never shared the hot tub with a beautiful naked woman.

"Okay," I said, reaching down to pick my glasses up off the floor. I didn't remember losing them, but had to admit it could have happened any time during the melee. As Karen rose and the bed shifted beneath me, I reached for my pants.

"Don't bother," Karen said, bouncing out of my room, the globes of her tight little ass flexing as she left. I looked around, and shook my head. Running around my house without any clothes on wasn't something I normally did, but then this was turning out to be anything but a normal night. I hopped to my feet and followed her down the hall, into my mother's room. The door to the master bath was open, and I could hear water running already.

I felt more than a little self-conscious walking through my mother's room without wearing a stitch and a semi-hard cock waggling around, particularly when I passed the mirror and saw myself, framed by my mother's bed and her dresser. I blushed, not only at the situation, but also because I found myself remembering the time I sneaked into Mom's room and went through her drawers, checking out her bras and panties. I had to admit, seeing Mom sunbathing by the side of the pool had gotten me curious. Still, I preferred the way I'd discovered Karen's measurements: hands on.

I heard water splashing, and hurried into the bathroom. Karen had settled into the rapidly filling hot tub, and gave me a welcoming smile as I entered. I remembered to slip off my glasses, settling them gently on the counter by the sink, and then stepped into the water, wincing slightly at the heat. Karen splashed me. "Don't be such a baby," she said.

"Do I look like a baby'" I said, bending low and tweaking a nipple. She swatted my hand away, but snuggled up when I sat down next to her. I cupped her breasts as she nuzzled my neck and nipped at my chin. We kissed, tongues dueling, as our hands roamed over one another's bodies. I cupped her ass, squeezed and kneaded her flesh, massaged her thighs and played with her tits. Her nipples tasted like strawberries, and I covered every inch of her breasts with kisses. I dropped a hand into her lap and cupped her mound, teasing those folds with a finger or two. In return, she stroked my lengthening rod and cupped my swollen balls.

We played in the water for a while, touching and kissing and caressing, luxuriating in the feel of the water and our own bodies. In a way, this was more special than the sex. The physical feelings weren't as intense, but the emotional connection was stronger. There was genuine affection at work, rather than simple hormones, and I started to believe a twenty-eight year old knockout could have real feelings for an eighteen-year-old geek. I knew the opposite was true, but it was in the hot tub that I actually started to believe Karen really liked me.

Seems dumb, doesn't it' But up until then all my sexual knowledge had come from the occasional porno seen at a friend's house, or late-night viewing on Cinemax, or the occasional naughty story or picture on the web. I thought sex was something men and women just did, without any necessary emotional commitment. I mean, my dad ran off with his secretary, you know' So it was very nice, in the aftermath of that first furious fuck, to be able to relax and just be with Karen for a little while.

Still, it wasn't long before my cock was hard as an iron bar once more, pressed against Karen's thigh. Karen's nipples, hard as diamonds, scraped against my chest as we kissed, and I left her lips to play with her tits for a while. Karen kneaded the back of my head as I did and pushed her breasts into my face. I licked and sucked as much of her breasts as I possibly could, and Karen moaned and sighed as I did. "My tits are so sensitive," she said, "and you know all the right spots to hit."

"Not too difficult," I murmured between kisses. "Nipples kind of stand out."

She laughed. "Most guys would stop there," she sighed.

"Well, you taste so good all over," I said, licking the valley between her pendulous mammaries. I yelped as she grabbed my dick and gave it a squeeze.

"I have a treat for you," she said.

"More' This whole night has been better than a 'treat' so far."

She grinned. "You'll like this, Bill. I promise. Stand up." I did as she asked, water pouring down my body into the bubbling pool of the hot tub. Karen left her hand on my dick, and the motion caused it to angle away from my stomach towards her face. She gave it a quick peck on the tip that made the purple head swell in anticipation. Karen rose to her knees in the water so that her heavy breasts were parallel with my swollen cock. "I think you're just big enough to fully enjoy this," she said, giving my cock another kiss, this time using her tongue to tease the hole and taste my precum.

Releasing my cock, she hefted her tits and pressed them against my cock, wrapping them around my hardness, enveloping my dick in hot, spongy titflesh. The tip of my prick peeked out from between her breasts, allowing her to bestow another French kiss upon the head. Instantly I began to thrust against her, flesh on flesh, the water from the hot tub mixing with my precum and Karen's saliva to create the perfect lubricant. It was different from Karen's cunt, not so tight or hot or powerful, but no less pleasurable. She used her hands to squeeze her breasts and tighten their hold on my cock, and at the apex of each thrust she was able to duck her chin and lash out with her tongue to lick my cockhead. I braced my hands on Karen's shoulders to gain more leverage and increased my pace, fucking her tits with all the speed and force I could muster.

"Mmmm," Karen gasped, "I love a good hard cock between my tits."

My dick pulsed with each thrust, and I could feel the cockhead swell every time her tongue touched me. My balls bounced against the underside of her breasts. Her tits were almost coated with my cream as it practically sprayed from my cock, and my shaft squelched as it slid against Karen's flesh. I could feel the pressure building at the base of my dick. "Oh yes," Karen urged. "Fuck my tits, I want to feel your cum all over me."

"Oh my god," I groaned. "I'm going to cum any second!"

"Yes!" Karen moaned. She pressed her tits even tighter against me, creating a warm, slick vise. Tongue and lips pressed against my cockhead, and the cum churned in my balls, waiting for release. My cock swelled, so hard that I thought it might snap, yet still I assaulted her tits. My balls contracted, tight as a fist, and my cock expanded, the spongy head turning dark purple and doubling in size. "Yes," Karen said again, "spray your cum!"

I groaned, feeling the first charge begin at the base of my cock, and I cried out, without thinking. "Here it comes, Karen!" She squealed in delight as my cock surged from her cleavage and its eye winked at her.

The bathroom door creaked open as the first jet of cum sprayed from my cock and splashed against Karen's cheek. Another followed right behind it, splattering against Karen's lips and chin. My eyes widened in shock and my heart would have skipped a beat had my body not been engrossed in one of the most intense orgasms of my life. Another jet of cum arced from the tip of my cock to land on Karen's breastbone, dripping down the slope of her breast, and my mother stepped into the room.

Karen didn't see her, intent on my spraying cock, and I was too shocked to move or react; my dick lurched between Karen's cum splattered her tits.

"You taste so good, Bill," Karen moaned, licking my still leaking cock.

"Does he'" my mother asked, hooking a lock of blonde hair behind one ear and regarding us both coldly.

Water splashed over the edge of the tub as Karen surged to her feet, knocking me onto my ass. My cock deflated, and I managed the presence of mind to cover myself with my hands. Karen didn't bother, standing proud and dripping wet in the middle of the hot tub, a slightly chagrinned look on her cum splattered face. Mom's full lips quirked into a hint of a smile.

"Janine," Karen began, as a ribbon of semen dripped from her chin and landed on the upper slope of her right breast, "I can explain."

"Jumped the gun a little, didn't you'" Mom asked, shrugging out of her jacket. The heat in the room caused her blouse to stick to her prodigious curves, and I caught a glimpse of a dark bra beneath the pale shirt.

"What'" I gasped. The other two ignored me.

Mom reached out with two fingers and scraped my cum off of Karen's cheek. My cock started to retain it's previous girth as Mom brought those fingers to her lips and sucked them into her mouth. "You're right about one thing," Mom said, licking her lips, "my son does taste good." Mom finally turned to look at me. "How are you feeling honey' A bit confused'"

"Uh, yeah," I said, trying to hide my erection.

Mom's eyes widened, taking in my ineffectual efforts. "Confused, but still excited, huh'"

I nodded dumbly.

Mom leaned over to Karen and brushed her lips against the other woman's, once more licking up the remains of my orgasm. My dick was so hard at this point that it hurt.

"Karen and I have known for a while that you've had a crush on her," Mom began, pausing between sentences to kiss my cum off of Karen's body. Karen's head fell back and she regarded my mother with half-lidded eyes and a familiar, lazy smile as my mom explained. "A few weeks ago, Karen mentioned to me that she was having similar feelings about you. At first I was shocked, but then I tried to look at you through the eyes of a young woman, and I began to understand how Karen felt. I've also noticed you peeking at my body when I'm sunbathing or swimming, and it occurred to me that Karen and I could both have some fun with you." She turned away from Karen, licking her lips.

"I confessed my own feelings to Karen, and she was excited by the prospect of us two horny old broads seducing a virile young man like you." She gave Karen a playful slap on the left breast, adding, "But it appears Karen was a bit more horny than I. The original plan was to wait until I got home tonight -- about now -- and sit you down and explain all this to you, so that, hopefully, you wouldn't freak out. I knew you'd go for Karen, but I wasn't entirely sure you'd want me as well."

"Mom -- " I started to say automatically, but she cut me off with a shake of her pretty head.

"Of course, after what I just saw upon stepping into the room, I don't think I could take no for an answer."

"I. . . I. . ." I stuttered. My cock throbbed between my hands, thick as a tree trunk and leaking cream already.

"When his brain catches up, Jan, he'll say yes," Karen said. "His cock has already decided things for him."

Mom put a hand on Karen's shoulder and looked me in the eye. "This is going to do terrible things to your development, honey. But it's been so long for me, and I could never do it with someone I didn't love, and your so handsome and attentive, and, Jesus, you've got a big cock -- "

"Yes!" I blurted. Mom's eyes widened, and Karen smirked. "As soon as I hit puberty I've wanted to fuck Karen," I said. "And you, too, Mom. But I never thought it was possible."

As soon as the words left my mouth, Mom stepped toward me and wrapped me in her arms, her large tits mashed against my chest and my throbbing cock wedged against her short skirt. Her mouth found mine and we kissed, not like mother and son, but as lovers. Her mouth tasted faintly of cum, as well as the vanilla flavor of her lipstick and perfume. Her eyes looked into mine, and I saw my love for her reflected in them. Love, and lust as well.

Mom placed her palm against my cheek, pulling away from me. The imprint of my wet body was left upon her clothes, soaking through the thin material and making it virtually transparent. The bra was indeed dark, a burgundy color, and I could see twin dents at the peak of each breast. Mom smiled, looking into my eyes. The gold of her earrings and necklace winked in the light. "I never nursed you, you know," she said. "We were still bottle feeding our kids when you were born. Would you like to try it now'"

I nodded, not trusting my voice. Mom stepped back and began unbuttoning her blouse, kicking off her shoes as she did. Karen eased back into the water beside me. She reached out with one foot and toggled the switch to begin the water bubbling again. I hardly noticed. My mother, my beautiful, vibrant mother, was stripping off her clothes only a foot away from me. I gasped as the blouse fell away, revealing her pendulous breasts -- 36DD I knew -- in the snug burgundy bra. Her yellow bikini was much more revealing, but not nearly as erotic. The tan slopes of her breasts threatened to erupt from the tight brassiere, which pressed the two hemispheres tightly together, fashioning a magnificent cleavage. I heard a zip and a swish as Mom's skirt slid down her legs, revealing a burgundy garter belt framing a high cut pair of panties and holding aloft her dark stockings.

"Your mother has magnificent taste in lingerie," Karen murmured in my ear, nipping lightly at my lobe. Mom shook her head lightly, unsnapped her garter belt and tapes, and began to roll her hose down her long, tanned legs. My mouth was hanging open, and I was afraid I was drooling. Karen cupped my jaw and closed it with an audible click. Her hand then dropped to my lap and began to stroke me.

Mom stood on the mat, naked but for her bra and panties, her taut, tanned body all but revealed. She smiled at me, and, seeing my expression, began to chuckle.

"What'" I said, blushing furiously and feeling my shaft begin to wilt.

Mom shook her head. "I don't think you've ever stared at me so intently, Bill," she explained, eyes gleaming. "When I tell you to clean your room, somehow you don't hear me. When I tell you not to drink the orange juice out of the carton, you do it anyway. But when I get naked and promise to fuck you, suddenly you couldn't possibly be paying more attention."

My cheeks darkened further, and I looked to Karen for support. She just grinned. "The words 'deer' and 'headlights' do come to mind," she said.

"Hey," I interjected, "give me some credit. Just the possibility of a night of hot, passionate love with the two most beautiful women in the world would kill most men. I think I'm doing okay."

Mom jiggled forward and gave me a long, deep, soulful kiss that I returned as best I could. My dick lurched, painfully erect in Karen's hand as my mother's tongue danced with my own. Finally she broke away to gasp for air, and regarded Karen with a proud look. "See what a good son I have'" she said.

"He's amazing," Karen agreed. "Wait until he's inside you -- he's a natural." Mom gave me an appraising look.

"Hey, ladies, I'm not a peace of meat," I grumbled.

"Of course not, honey," Mom said. "That is a peace of meat," she added, reaching into the water to press her palm against the head of my cock. I almost came right there, and I could see from Mom's expression that she enjoyed it nearly as much. "How long I've wanted to do this," she whispered hotly, as her hand encircled my hardness and stroked my girth. Karen moved her own hand to hold the base of my cock as Mom slowly jacked me off. With her free hand Karen tipped my chin in her direction and pressed her lips against mine, kissing me hard. Mom kissed my cheek, my ear, my neck, and then let her tongue out once more to trace the muscle in my throat. All the while her hand flew up and down my cock. Karen's hand left my shaft and cupped my balls, squeezing them gently.

I broke the kiss with Karen and turned to Mom. "Y'know," I said, "it's hardly fair that we're naked and you're not, Mom. Or that we're in the Jacuzzi and you're not." I punctuated my statement by reaching up to cup her bra-encased tits, giving them a little squeeze of their own.

Mom gasped. "Getting a bit aggressive, are we, son'" She kissed me again. "I like that."

She stood back a step and reached behind her back to unhook her bra and let it fall, revealing plump, bronzed breasts that stood proudly on her chest, capped by darkened nipples that were thick as pencil erasers and just as stiff. I could not help but notice the lack of tan lines and my cock throbbed in Karen's hand in response. Mom smiled wickedly at me and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, slipping them down her well-muscled thighs to the floor. Somehow she managed to cover herself with one hand so that I saw nothing of the hidden treasure between her legs. The wicked smile evened out to something almost demure, and Mom moved forward, lifting one leg to step into the hot tub. She balanced easily, swung the other long leg over, and then sat down on the lip of the tub, still cupping her mound with her hand.

"Ready'" Mom asked, and I started, as if awakened from a reverie.

"Yes," I said, mouth dry.

Mom withdrew her hand, and for the first time in my life, I saw my birthplace. A neatly trimmed patch of blond fur hovered above the lips of her pussy, flushed and darkened with passion. Her pussy was open and inviting, pink folds glistening with moisture, and the hard nub of her clitoris peaked out at the apex of her cunt.

"Breath, Bill," Karen told me. "You'll need that oxygen in a little bit."

I found my voice. "Mom, you're so beautiful," I said.

She smiled, ducking her head. "Thank you honey."

"I never knew you sunbathed in the nude," I said, still marveling at my mother's beautiful, bronzed body.

Mom laughed, a deep, throaty sound that made my cock throb. "Of course you didn't, silly. Up until now I wasn't in the habit of showing myself off for you." She smiled, showing neat, even teeth. "I usually do it when I know you'll be gone for a while, on a hike or bike ride in the hills."

"Of course," Karen interjected, "that's going to change."

Mom nodded. "Tonight, everything changes." She slid off the edge of the tub, into the water, her long legs framing my body. Under the water, my turgid cock pointed itself at Mom's cunt. Mom cupped her breasts and teased her nipples with her fingers. "If I don't get someone's lips on me soon, I'll be upset."

I surged forward, into Mom's arms, and buried my face between her tits. The vanilla scent of her perfume enveloped me. I kissed the slopes of her breasts, licked and caressed them. I pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger, and then latched on to one with my lips and began to suck. Mom took my head in her hands and pressed me into her tit, running her fingers through my hair and moaning. I'd never heard my mother make that sound, and it excited me immensely, particularly the fact that it came in response to my actions.

I was surprised when Karen nudged up against me and grabbed Mom's free breast so that she too could suckle at Mom's teat. I started to pull away in wonderment, wanting to watch, but Mom pushed me back into her and I began sucking again. I could see Mom's other hand massaging and kneading Karen's head, just as she did with me. Wanting to be the good son, the favored child, I redoubled my efforts, trying to swallow Mom's entire breast in my mouth. My cock pressed against Mom's thigh, precum practically spraying from it, but washed away by the motion of the water.

Karen broke away from Mom's tit and moved upward, finding her lips and giving her a long, soulful kiss. One of Karen's own massive breasts pressed into Mom's, their nipples denting one another's flesh. I tried pulling away from Mom once more, and this time she let me go, intent on Karen. I sat back, trying to catch my breath and stave off the violent orgasm threatening to erupt from my body. The feelings, the scents, the sounds were all so overwhelming. I was still an eighteen-year-old kid, clearly out of my depth, living one of my deepest, darkest fantasies, once thought unattainable.

Mom and Karen parted, and both regarded me with some concern. "Are you okay, honey'"

"Yeah," I said. "it's all just a little. . . much to take in."

"Do you want to stop'" Karen asked, brow furrowed with worry. "Just say the word, Bill." Mom nodded intently.

"Are you kidding'" I said. "I just need to catch my breath -- I'm not stopping now, this close to the promised land." Both women smiled at me, and then at one another. Mom nudged Karen with her nose, a delicate movement that made me realize Mom probably felt the same way about Karen that I did. I would have been jealous, were they not both there in front of me, waiting to fuck me.

"Why don't we relieve some of the pressure, then," Mom suggested, "and then retire to the bedroom, where there's so much more leg room'"

"An excellent idea," Karen suggested. She cupped her hands before her, pointing in my direction. "Janine'"

Mom slid forward, the water swishing and bubbling around her thighs, and put her palms on my hips. "Up you go, honey. I don't want to get any water up my nose."

At her behest, I rose from the water, and she guided me down onto the lip of the tub. My cock jutted out from between my legs, swollen and throbbing, angling directly towards my mother's smiling lips. Her eyes were locked upon my girth, and she licked her lips. With one hand she swept hair behind an ear and with the other reached out to grip my hardness, her hand sliding easily over its slick length.

Time seemed to stand still as my mother leaned forward. Her lips parted, and she aimed my cock at her open mouth. Her tongue darted out to lick the swollen head, and my cock squirted precum into her mouth. Mom attacked my cock, latching her mouth to the tip of my dick and sucking hard. Her cheeks hollowed from the suction, and I lurched in her mouth. Slowly she eased her lips down the length of my cock, engulfing my entire hardness centimeter by centimeter. I groaned and put my hands on Mom's shoulders, resisting the primal urge to start thrusting. Mom buried her nose in my bush, swallowing my whole cock. Then she slid back until only the tip remained encased in her warm and wet mouth. Her tongue drilled into my pisshole, and her saliva and my precum leaked out from between her lips to slide down the length of my dick. Mom sucked me in again, her tongue undulating along the underside of my cock as she swallowed me. She released me once more, letting my cock fall from her mouth, and then began to kiss her way down its length. When she reached the base, she sucked each of my balls into her mouth in turn and then dragged her lips back to the crown.

She sucked and licked my cockhead, swallowing all the juice that sprayed from the top of my cock, and took my cock into her throat again. She released me once more, and looked me in the eye. "Let me taste you, honey," she said. "I want your cum in my mouth." She bent forward and engulfed me, sucking me deep into her throat. I felt the cum boiling in my balls, and again forced myself not to thrust.

Mom sort of corkscrewed her mouth as she drew back again, and somehow that triggered the orgasm that had been building for the last twenty minutes. My cock lurched between her lips and went off, jetting a wad of cum into her mouth. Mom's eyes widened and the corners of her mouth turned up into a semi-smile as she felt my cum splatter on her tongue. Automatically she tightened the seal so that nothing could escape as I continued to cum. But when I kept cumming, Mom couldn't help letting some leak out, dripping down her chin. When the flood subsided, I collapsed against the wall and my cock began to deflate. Mom kept me between her lips, however, sucking up the last few drops of cum sticking to the tip of my dick. Finally she released me, and used her fingers to scrape the cum off her chin and suck it into her mouth.

"Wow," Mom said. "I know you weren't backed up. Was all that for little ol' me'"

"What can I say, Mom'" I told her, gasping. "You bring out the best in me."

Mom's tongue darted out to lick cum off her lips. "I'm so proud of you, honey," she said with a smile.

"C'mon," Karen said, hopping out of the hot tub and grabbing a towel. She jiggled enticingly with each step. "Watching the two of you is the most amazing thing in the world. But I want to see the main event."

Mom smiled shyly at me. "What do you think, honey'" she asked. "Do you think she deserves a show'"

I surged to my feet, my dick already beginning to regain its stiffness. "You bet!" I exclaimed, and both women laughed at my eagerness. Karen batted at me with the towel, and I grabbed it, pulling her into me. Her plush breasts pressed against my chest, and she leaned down to give me a long, passionate kiss.

Mom drained the tub and picked up a towel of her own, drying her lush body with a few quick strokes. With a salacious wink at me, she darted into her bedroom, giving me a chance to stare at her bouncy, tanned ass. Karen broke our kiss and followed the line of my gaze. "I burn too easily," Karen grumbled. "You don't hold it against me, do you'"

In response, I tweaked a nipple. She laughed, and pecked me on the lips. Then she stepped back and used the towel to give me a quick rubdown. I tried to protest, but she insisted. When I was dry, she led me by the hand into Mom's bedroom.

Mom had turned down the bed, and now lay draped across it, a hand in her crotch tracing the lips of her soaking wet pussy. My cock bounced against my stomach as it thickened to its maximum length. I stumbled as all the blood left my brain and surged into my dick, but Karen caught me and kept me from landing on my face.

"Why don't you catch your breath, stud," Karen suggested. "I see a hot, juicy pussy with my name on it."

"Fuh'" I said sublimely, somehow finding a seat on the bed.

Karen shook her head slightly, and slid between Mom's legs, lightly running her hands over Mom's calves and thighs. Mom bit her lower lip and spread her legs. Karen chuckled throatily and placed little kisses up and down Mom's thighs; the muscles tensed and bunched as Karen's lips brushed against them.

I fought the urge to jerk off, and forced myself to put my hands behind my back and watch.

Karen blew gently against Mom's pussy and kissed her stomach, flicking her tongue against Mom's belly button. She still had not physically touched Mom's pussy, but Mom was panting, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, breasts, and thighs. Mom cupped her tits and tugged at her hardened nipples. Karen paused, flipped her long auburn hair away from her face, and gave me a sly look. Mom whimpered urgently, and my cock throbbed at the sound.

Karen pressed her lips against Mom's belly button again, and then kissed her way down Mom's pubic mound. When she reached Mom's pussy, Mom's whimper turned to a moan. Karen placed her hands on Mom's pelvis and used her thumbs to spread the lips of Mom's pussy apart. Karen's mouth pressed against Mom's cunt, her tongue lashing out to lick and taste Mom's juices. One of Mom's hands abandoned a breast and fell to Karen's head, kneading her hair and pushing her face deeper into her pussy. Mom's juices dripped out of her, coating Karen's mouth and chin, and creating a puddle on the sheets beneath them. Her prodigious chest heaved as she gasped with pleasure. Mom suddenly shuddered, and her thighs closed around Karen's head, muscles tensing all over her body.

Mom sagged back, and Karen extricated herself from her embrace. Both women were grinning broadly. Karen crawled up Mom's luscious body to give her a kiss, allowing Mom to lick her juices from Karen's chin. They giggled, and both looked at me. "Aw, poor Bill. He looks so lonely over there," Karen said. "Janine, you'd better take care of him." She rolled across the bed, settling against the headboard on Mom's right.

Mom sat up, spreading her legs slightly and making her gaping pussy wink at me. "I'm feeling a little wrung out, actually," Mom said. "Mind if we fuck tomorrow, sweetie'"

My heart fell, though my dick throbbed between my legs, harder than ever. "I, uh, I guess so. . ."

Mom laughed and slid toward me. "I'm kidding, honey. The very thought of having you inside me gets me charged up and ready. Having you here, on my bed, your cock hard because of me, is making the pit of my stomach do cartwheels and my pussy ache with need." She kissed me, her tongue slipping into my mouth, her tits pressed against my chest and her nipples scraping against me. I returned her kiss with equal passion, tasting her, breathing her in, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tight. She broke away and looked me in the eyes. "I love you, Bill, in more ways than a mother should. It took me a long time to realize that and I hope. . . I hope someday you won't hate me for what we're about to do."

I kissed her again. "Mom," I told her. "I want this. I think I've always wanted this. I love you too, more than a son should."

"Well, then," Mom said with a hungry smile. "Come and get me." She reclined against the bed, pulling me with her. My hardness pressed against her belly, and our skin burned where it touched. Mom gripped me by the base of my cock and aimed me at her weeping gash. My heart thundered in my chest, and I could feel Mom's heart beating just as rapidly. Her breasts heaved, sweat trickling down the valley between them, as the swollen head of my cock nestled into her pussy. "Oh God," she said. Tears formed in her eyes, but she smiled. "It feels so good already," she gasped. "Fuck me, baby. My baby, fuck me."

So I did. With a groan, I levered my length into her sheathe, burying my cock in her pussy with one smooth thrust. I rested there for a moment, too amazed to move. My eyes widened in wonder as her heat enveloped me, washed over me, swallowed me. Mom bit her lip, eyes closing slightly, and I felt my own eyes mist over as well. A tremendous feeling of love, tainted with overpowering lust, welled up within me as I beheld my mother and the physical connection joining us. Mom broke before I did; her hips pressed up against me, trying to force me deeper, and I obliged. "Mooommmm," I cried out, pulling out slightly and driving myself back into her. Her pussy clenched around me, caressing my length as I rammed into her. She was so hot, so wet, and yet so tight as well. I could feel every pink fold with my cock, every ridge of flesh, and then the purple mushroom tip of my cock pressed against the roof of her cervix.

Mom's eyes widened. "Oh my God," Mom hissed. "My baby is so big."

I felt my cock throb and grow larger within her at her words, and I fucked into her as hard as I could. Mom fucked back with equal energy, tits bobbing with each thrust, her hips slamming into mine. Our pubic bones scraping together painfully, but the pleasure we felt was too intense, drowning out all other sensation. We needed desperately to become one flesh -- again -- and this was the only way.

Mom's long, bronze legs wrapped around my waist and her calves pressed into my ass, urging me on. Her arms tightened around my body, pushing me into her breasts. Her mouth sought mine, trying to kiss, but the force of our bodies colliding together kept our lips from meeting. I braced my arms on the bed beside her lovely head, and began to really pound into her. My lower back ached, my arms shook, my thighs and calves quivered with the strain, but I barely felt them. My mind was preoccupied with my raging cock, piercing into my mother's secret hole, filling her completely. Her pussy, a velvet vice, tightened around my flesh, her juices soaking into my skin and matting my pubic hair.

With each thrust, Mom grunted in a mix of pleasure and pain, and I echoed her. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her pussy melted around my cock. Mom's eyes widened even more, and her mouth dropped open. She sucked in a deep breath and released it in a high-pitched whine at the same moment that she went rigid beneath me. The walls of her pussy clenched around me, almost pinching me, and her body began to shake. I paused, still rigid, within her, and when her climax subsided, I kissed the hollow of her throat, then her chin, and then her lips. Her eyes were closed, but they opened, bright blue and shining, when I touched her lips.

"That was. . . that was. . .," she gasped.

"I told you he was a natural," Karen chimed in. I started, surprised. I'd completely forgotten she was there.

So had Mom. "Jesus, Karen, you're still here'" Slowly, I began to thrust into Mom again, and she gasped. "Baby is still hard, isn't he'"

I nodded wordlessly, picking up the pace once again, seeking the rhythm we had momentarily lost. Mom found it again with a lusty grin, her hips jamming against me once more. Karen started clapping.

"We better fix that," Mom added huskily. "Have to take care of my sweetie." Her words made my cock throb and kick within her, but I'd already cum enough times that night to stave off the flood for a little longer. My first fuck with Mom was going to be one to remember for all time, I promised myself. Well, actually, that's implying I had any amount of lucidity at that point. Really, all I wanted to do was make my mommy feel good before I let go.

She grabbed my head with both hands and held it steady long enough to kiss me. I tasted her salty tears on her lips as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Her head fell back suddenly; the second orgasm had come quicker than the first, but this time Mom kept moving through it. Her grip tightened on my shoulders, her legs pressed against my ass, driving me deeper into her, and her eyes rolled back in her skull. She cried out again, her hips on auto-pilot, and I maintained my speed, thrusting into her.

Karen later told me that, at that point, she had half her hand up her cunt and she was dying to jump into the action with us. It took all her willpower to simply watch.

"Oh God," Mom moaned again. "Don't stop, sweetie, don't ever stop. Fuck your mother, fuck me," she gasped. A good son, I did as she asked, driving deeper and deeper into her. Again and again I butted against the roof of her cervix, and her pussy tightened and tightened around my pistoning prick. We fit so well together, almost as if my cock were designed to fit into her socket. Mother and son, locked in an incestuous embrace, connected more tightly, more perfectly than anything else I had ever known. This was the woman who had carried me inside her, given birth to me, raised me. She kissed my skinned knees, taught me right from wrong, held my hand crossing the street, taught me how to read and ride a bike. And now, she was teaching me how to fuck.

Sex with Karen was fantastic, beyond question, both the physical sensations and the fact that a long sought after fantasy had come true. But sex with Mom was more than merely fantastic. It was beyond amazing. It was perfect, so good that it hurt. Fucking Mom was transcendent.

As that realization hit me, Mom's third orgasm crested, and she thrashed beneath me, driven mad with pleasure. Her pussy squeezed me, coaxing my own climax. My toes curled and the muscles in my thighs and back bunched up. My cock rammed deeply into her, the swollen head butting up against the roof of her cunt, tight and juicy, hot as a furnace. My balls contracted and my cock throbbed, bucked, and shot it's first wad of incestuous sperm into my mother's cunt. Another followed behind it, and another, a tide of cum that soaked the inner walls of Mom's pussy, a drop in the ocean as Mom's cum poured out of her and stained the bed and my thighs. And still I came, charge after charge jetting from my cock, my body rigid, my heart hardly beating as my totality centered on my erupting cock.

At last, spent, I collapsed upon my mother, gasping, body limp. Mom cooed in my ear, rubbing me head and back with her hands, and my ass and thighs with her calves.

My whole body ached, most especially my rapidly deflating cock, still embedded in my mother. I was dazed and losing consciousness, but I felt the bed shift as Karen sidled close to us and wrapped her arms around me. She laid her head against Mom's shoulder, giving her a little kiss, and the three of us drifted off to a much deserved sleep.