Mom's My "Someone Special" Pt. 01
Chris can't seem to lose his virginity. Maybe Mom can help.
Author's Note: This's yet another one of those kinda long stories, so I suggest you skip it if you're looking for a quick fix. If I'm not mistaken, this's the Incest/Taboo section of the site, so if you feel the need to tell me why mother and son stories are horrible; please...feel free...to keep it to yourself. I always wanted to say that. Finally, all the characters in this story involved in sexual activities are over the age of eighteen and you must be over that age as well in order to read on. Otherwise, enjoy.

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Chapter One: The Curse

I couldn't believe it was my final year of high school and I still hadn't gotten laid. That's right, I was a virgin, a nineteen year old virgin at that, and in this day and age that's just embarrassing. What's worse is all my friends had been able to pull it off, or so they all claimed, and they were all a year younger than me. I started attending school a year later than the average student.

Being a virgin at this age didn't come from a lack of trying if that's what you're thinking. Oh no. I actually came close on a few occasions, but ultimately failed each time. For instance, about a year earlier I was at my best friend's big sister's twenty-first birthday party. And what a party it was. The house was packed full of people. There was booze on almost every table you could find. Girls ran around in their bikinis. And music was played by both a band and DJ.

Nate and I didn't gate-crash this event, by the way. Lindsey was pretty cool and had given the two of us permission to be there. Anyway, during the evening I managed to get into a conversation with one of her university friends. Michelle was her name - if memory serves me correct - a tall slender young thing, with dark hair, pale blue eyes, and a deadly smile.

She must've liked what I'd been saying to her. She couldn't seem to stop playing with her hair or flashing me that smile of hers. I'm no pick-up artist, but I knew these were good signs. I didn't know how good, though, because about twenty minutes into our conversation she said something I could never say I saw coming:

"Do you wanna make out?"

I hesitated as if it was a trick question. "Of course."

With a smile she moved closer in on the couch and rested her arms on my shoulders. Then her face moved in and lips merged with mine. I placed my hands on her waist and pulled her closer as her pierced tongue pushed past my lips. Why can't it always be this easy? Our tongues dueled inside my mouth for a little while before we made them cross over and play inside hers.

"Wow," she said a couple minutes later. "You're a good kisser. You're actually making me wet."

I'm sure this put a silly looking grin on my face. "I'm glad I could be of service."

She laughed. "Let's go upstairs and find a room."

Grabbing me by the hand, Michelle hopped off the couch and helped me up. I must say, I was shocked with how - for lack of a nicer word - slutty this girl was. But I wasn't complaining and if this was how most of the girls in university were, I couldn't wait to get started. We made our way upstairs and entered the first available room we could find, which also happened to be the hostess's room - hopefully she wouldn't mind.

As soon as the door was closed Michelle had her arms around my neck, boobs squashed against my chest and lips locked with mine in a heartbeat. She almost knocked us over. I couldn't say I was used to her kind of enthusiasm, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it. I placed my hands on her small buttocks and made out with her for the next few minutes.

Then she used her chest to push me backwards until the backs of my legs bumped into something. I wasn't sure what it was. Michelle placed her hands on my chest and gave me a hard shove. Suddenly falling backwards gave me a bit of a fright, but to my relief I landed on a bed. This girl's pretty damn aggressive.

She hooked her fingers under the hem of her black shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing the lacy black bra she had on. I'm not great at estimating cup sizes, but her boobs looked to be somewhere between B and C cups. Man I couldn't wait to get an eyeful of those puppies. Fortunately I didn't have to wait too long; her next step was to unclasp and let her bra slide down her pale arms.

"Like what you see?" She placed her hands on both sides of her tits and squeezed them together.

"What do you think?" I looked at the bulge in my jeans.

With a smile she crawled on top of me, crushed her boobs on my chest and pressed our lips together. The feeling of her hard nipples poking into my chest caused my cock to twitch as we continued to make out. As she gently bit my lower lip her hand slid its way down my torso and unbuttoned my jeans. Then it found its way into my boxer briefs and took a firm hold of my cock. I couldn't stop myself from groaning into her mouth. The softness of her palm could make a cloud feel insecure.

As her hand worked its way up and down my shaft, I could tell she was no amateur in the tricky art of the hand job. She made great use of the pre-cum my cock emitted and made sure she gave my glans a little extra affection. Her technique was majestic. When she removed her upper lip from my mouth, she got in between my legs, hooked her fingers into my jeans and underwear and pulled them down. I raised my hips and helped her get them around my ankles.

Now on her knees, she retook a hold of my shaft. My heart pounded as I watched her tongue slip from her lips. Then my eyes closed and legs trembled as she lightly circled her tongue around my glans a few times. When she took me into her mouth I couldn't stop myself from groaning. I gently placed a hand on the back of her head as she moved her lips back and forth, only sucking my cockhead as she used her tongue to stroke my slit for what felt like the greatest minute of my life. Then she pushed her head lower and started taking the rest of my erection into her mouth.

She couldn't get the entire length in, but it didn't matter to me. I was still having a great time. Michelle skillfully bobbed her head for the next three minutes or so, making soft moist noises and causing me to moan and groan. I couldn't believe my luck. I was with a beautiful girl who I'd just met and she was giving me head! The level of my excitement was off the charts! It's not like all my weekends turned out like this.

Michelle popped me from her mouth and looked me in the eye. The look of lust in her eyes was in HD. She got to her feet, removed her shoes and squeezed her thumbs into her jeans. Then she wiggled her hips and pushed her pants down her long smooth legs. Her black thong went down with her jeans in the process, leaving her completely hairless pussy exposed. I removed my shirt as she stepped out of her pants.

The raven haired beauty then straddled my lap and let her pussy hover a couple inches or so above my waiting cock. I thought I was excited during the blowjob but that didn't compare to the feeling I got from knowing she was going to let me fuck her. I'd finally know what being with a woman was like. But I felt no need to rush and earlier on I'd made myself the mental promise of sucking on those wonderful tits.

I placed my left hand on her hip, moved my face in and sucked her left nipple into my mouth. She moaned as she placed a hand on the back of my head, pushing me harder against her tit. Then my right hand came up and cupped her mound. Boy was she wet. I pushed my middle and index finger past her labia and heard a moan.

But apparently my fingers weren't what she wanted inside her. She placed a hand on my wrist, removed my fingers from her sex and placed her hands on my shoulders. "I'd rather have your cock in there." She smiled as her frame lowered.

I thought the moment I'd been waiting for had finally arrived, but to my utter disappointment the bedroom door swung open, causing the descent of her body to stop and both our heads to turn. "Oh my God!" said Lindsey, with her eyes as wide as tennis balls. "Michelle, what're you doing?"

"Ah," Michelle looked at my cock and then back to her friend, "what does it look like?"

"It looks like you're about to have sex with my little brother's friend - in my room."

"Your little brother's friend?" Michelle's head made a quick turn so she could look into my eyes. The look of shock in her own eyes gave me a horrible feeling. She turned her attention back to Lindsey. "Really?"

"Yep." Lindsey nodded with a smile. "He's in high school."

"Shit!" Michelle hopped off the bed and picked up her pants and underwear.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Sorry, Chris, but I didn't know you were in high school." She stepped into her thong. "And I don't fuck kids."

"I'm not a kid. I'm eighteen."

"That's still a little too young for me. Sorry."

And that's the story of how I got cock-blocked by my best friend's older sister.

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Then there's the time we decided to throw a party. Actually, it was more like a get-together and it took place at Dean's house, right after school on a Friday. We had a handful of girls in our grade there. There was plenty of food and drinks to go around. And music was played by a phone connected to a large speaker. I remember being a little bored at first, but that was only until I got into a conversation with Rosemary, a black girl who I was in the same math's class as.

Rose also happened to be one of Heather's close friends - the name of my ex. I'd always found Rose to be attractive, and who could blame me? I mean with those shimmering brown eyes, flawless brown skin, and wonderfully shaped derrière. I'd even seen her on a billboard once, modeling for Pond's. She was definitely what one would call "hot". I never bothered trying to hit on her, though. I didn't think I was the kind of guy she was interested in. So it came as a bit of a surprise when she told me she'd always had a small crush on me.

"Really?"

"Uh-huh." Rose nodded with a smile and took a sip of her drink. "I always wondered why you never spoke to me."

"Umm, if I'm honest, it's probably because I thought you were out of my league."

She laughed. "I think I can let you get away with that excuse."

We continued to chat for a little while longer before I excused myself to use the bathroom. While I was in there, relieving myself, I couldn't stop thinking about Rose. I found it hard to believe she was really interested in me. I also wondered what I was going to do with this information. Ask her out? Try to sleep with her? You know what, maybe I wouldn't do anything at all. No. I had to do something about this. I just wasn't sure what.

Once I finished using the toilet I quickly washed my hands. Then, after I closed the taps, I heard a knock on the door, followed by the sound of my name being called. Before I could answer, the door creaked open and in walked Rose. I was shocked. So shocked I said nothing about this. I could only stand there with my mouth open as she walked up to me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye and subtle smile on her face.

Without a word she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her soft lips against my own. For a few moments I honestly didn't know what to do. It was as if all my knowledge in this field had been erased from my mind. I could only stand there as she continued to kiss me. But then my hands came up, grabbed her hips and pulled her closer as I reciprocated the kiss. All of a sudden my brain was functioning.

I leaned back and balanced myself against the sink as I pushed my tongue past her lips. The soft sensation they provided was amazing. The subtle smell of her perfume made my insides tremble. And the fact her front was pressed right against mine had me swelling in my slacks. I had a full-fledged erection within seconds. I can't believe I'm making out with freakin' Rosemary!

The sound of heavy breathing and smacking lips echoed through the bathroom for the next few minutes. Then my right hand travelled down her hip before it rested on her bare thigh, right under her school skirt, which was patterned like a kilt. I knew where my hand wanted to go next, but I begged myself not to let it. I need to take this slow! What if she freaks out?

But I couldn't help myself. Driven but lust and alcohol, my hand moved higher up her thigh until it was hidden by her skirt. My heart thudded as I waited for her protest. But to my delight it didn't come. Rose continued making out with me as if my hand was exactly where it was supposed to be. Encouraged my hand moved higher up her thigh, until I felt the soft fabric of her cotton panties.

I thought for sure now she would say something about what I was doing. But Rose remained silent. The climb of my hand continued. Once I felt the waistband of her panties I curled my fingers inside them. Rose pulled me closer and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I now knew for sure she wouldn't say anything about what was going on under her skirt.

I slowly flipped my hand over and pushed it downwards. The sensation of her low-cut pubic hairs grazing my palm caused the mild tremble of my frame. Once I had her pussy cupped in my palm my free hand went around her hip and grasped her right buttock. I pushed my middle and index finger past her tight labia, causing her to gasp. As I worked my digits in and out of her she used her hips to grind her clit into my palm.

I wanted nothing more than to whip out my cock, throw her legs around my waist and fuck her good and hard. But I also knew rushing to get your cock inside a girl carried a high chance of turning her off, and I'd come too close to ending my streak to fuck it up now. I slowly worked my fingers in and out of her for the next few minutes, trying my best to get her to cum as we continued to make out. That didn't happen, though. All I could manage was to get her wetter. Hopefully my cock would do the trick.

I extracted my fingers from her sex then pushed my thumbs inside her waistband. Please don't resist. I pushed her panties down her hips. Rose didn't. In fact, she helped me get them around her thighs. My patience had paid off! I placed my hands on her hips, brought her over to the sink and slowly spun her around.

"Please tell me you have a condom."

"I do." I reached into my pocket, pulled out my wallet and withdrew the rubber I kept in there, which I thought would expire before I ever got to use it. And it turns out I was right about that, because once I unwrapped and rolled it down my cock, I said something that had me kicking myself for weeks thereafter. I don't know what possessed me to say it - a lapse in concentration, perhaps. All I know is the words just seemed to tumble out my mouth:

"Heather never let me fuck her while we were together. If only she could see us now."

"What?" Rose looked over her shoulder. The scowl she wore made me realise the mistake I'd made.

"Sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

"Oh. Then how did you mean it, Chris?"

"Ummm." For a few seconds I was lost for words. What did I mean by that? "Nothing."

"Ppppssshhh, yea right." She pulled her underwear back up. "You're probably not even interested in me, are you? You're just tryna fuck me to get back at Heather for dumping you. She's what this is really about, isn't she?"

"No, come on, Rose. It's not like that."

"Yea, I bet." Her eyes rolled. "Thanks for letting me know how much of an asshole you are before this went any further." She brushed past me and walked out the bathroom.

"Fuck my life."

And that's the story of how I shot myself in the foot. I would go through a couple more times of how I almost lost my virginity, but I think you get the point - I couldn't seem to get it done. As a result of all my failed attempts, I started to think I was cursed. I knew I was just being superstitious, but that didn't stop me from thinking I'd become the real life forty year old virgin, and it scared the crap out of me. But that only lasted until the night this story really began.

Chapter Two: The Woman Online

Sitting on the couch I watched one of my favorite shows on TV at the time - Guy Code. If you're unfamiliar with it, it was basically a lifestyle program that discussed all the unwritten rules that come with being a man. Anyway, during this particular episode one of the topics the cast discussed was "online dating", and the general consensus was there was no longer a stigma attached to it. It was supposedly no longer only being done by really desperate people and psychopaths.

I found this to be interesting. But what really got my attention was a story told by one of the cast members. He told us about this roommate of his, who basically used to use online dating sites as a way to sleep with a bunch of women. Every week he'd bring a girl to their apartment, fuck her and move on to the next one. Which didn't sound like something I wanted to do, but it got me thinking.

Back when I was a little younger I used to love playing football, or soccer, and in every team I was a part of I used to play in the centre forward role. Which, in case you're not into the sport, is the position of the player who's responsible for scoring a good deal of the team's goals, and at the beginning of every season I used to struggle to score any. But as soon as I got that first one in, I couldn't seem to stop scoring thereafter.

I was probably being superstitious again, but maybe, just maybe, if I could sleep with one girl that would open the floodgates and my curse would be lifted. And this online dating idea seemed to be the easiest way to get the snowball rolling. Well, either that or a prostitute. But I wasn't that desperate and wouldn't have been able to forgive myself if I lost my virginity to a hooker. A fuck buddy - I could live with that.

When I got to my room I switched on my PC, went onto the internet and did a Google search for "online dating sites". I wasn't interested in joining any of the sites which came up. They seemed too formal and I assumed the type of people on them were looking for real relationships, not somebody to hook up with. I did a search for "horny local girls" next and found a bunch of sites which catered for horny individuals such as myself.

After selecting one with a nice enough design, I paid my three month membership fees, entered most of the details the site asked for and uploaded a picture of myself. A feeling of nervousness and excitement rings a bell as I sent out messages to a few of the twenty-something year olds who lived in my district. Sadly not one of them got back to me. I knew because they were attractive they probably received tons of messages a day and couldn't possibly get back to them all.

What's more, they'd probably already found the guy they were looking for. But even with this reasoning, I couldn't help feeling disheartened. But then, after my profile picture got approved, I received a couple of messages a day from women who liked what they saw on my account. The problem with these women, however, was none of them lived anywhere near where I did. So I didn't even bother trying to establish a relationship with them. I was starting to have my doubts about this online dating thing. But then I received a message from a woman named Jackie:

"Hey there, young stuff. If you're looking for a good time and a woman who knows her way around the bedroom, you know where to find me."

Jackie was in her late thirties and lived only a couple neighborhoods away from me. From her profile picture I could tell she wasn't one of the most attractive women you can find. But you couldn't call her ugly either. I'd call her...above average. She had long jet-black hair, what looked like grey eyes and a huge pair of tits - I believe they were triple Fs. I could also tell she was slightly heavier than the average woman, but this didn't bother me. I actually like curvy women.
I also didn't mind the fact she was twice my age, as the acronym "MILF" was often used while I was on the internet. You can blame that on Mrs. Partridge, my ninth grade science teacher - but I digress. I quickly typed my reply and then after that Jackie and I began IM'ing on a regular basis. We started off by getting to know one another. You know; what we did in our spare time, past relationships, that sort of thing. She also told me about her two kids and job as a chef.

I really liked talking to Jackie. Our conversations just seemed to flow. In fact, I felt so comfortable talking to her I even told her I was still a virgin. Which I thought was a mistake until she told me how much she looked forward to teaching me how to please a woman. After that our conversations took a more sexual turn. I'd stroke my cock and she'd tell me about the amount of fingers she had stuffed in her pussy as we typed out all the dirty details we wanted to do to one another.

I blew my load two to three times a night reading her words, and that only worsened after the role playing game she suggested. It basically involved us typing our way through all different kinds of...let's say; everyday scenarios, and the ultimate goal was to get our character's to hook up. The scenarios may have been a little cheesy and farfetched, but they always got me hard as hell.

"Carrying your hot box of pizza, I walk up to your front door and ring the bell," I typed then waited a few moments for her reply.

"Dressed in my white robe, I open the door, see you and can't help but think: He's a cutie."

"'Hi, ma'am. I've got your pizza here.'"

"'How much is it gonna cost me?'"

"'Fifty bucks.'"

"'Okay. Would you mind waiting in my living room while I get my purse?'"

"'No problem.'"

"I lead you to my living room, where you take a seat on my couch. I tell you I'll be right back and head to my room, where I take the money I owe you out of my purse. But as I do, a naughty idea pops into my head. Here's the thing; I haven't had sex in months. My poor pussy hasn't been stuffed by anything other than my cold dildo.

"And I can't help but think that hunky young man sitting on my couch is the perfect answer to my little problem. With a smile I place my money back into my purse, get out of my robe and into my skimpiest nightie (no panties). Then I head back to the living room, where I say, 'I'm sorry to tell you this, but I don't seem to have enough money for the pizza.'"

I chuckled. "I take one look at what you're wearing and can see where this is going. 'Is that so?'"

"'Uh-huh. Is there any other way I can pay for it?'"

"I examine your sexy body for a few moments. Then I motion you to come and stand in between my legs."

"Mmmmm, my nipples stiffen as I walk up to you and stand exactly where you want me."

"'Are you willing to suck on a stranger's cock just for a pizza?'"

"I nod with a smile."

"'Dose that speak on how hungry or horny you are?'"

"'Both,' I get on my knees, reach into your pants and pull out that wonderful cock of yours before I take it into my mouth."

"'This better be worth the drive here you cock hungry slut.'" Normally I'd never use this kind of language while taking to a lady, but I'd come to learn how much Jackie loved it.

"I pop you from my mouth and say, 'It will be, sir.' I wink then take your cock back into my mouth."

"I like that word, 'sir'. The blowjob isn't bad either."

"I let go of your shaft, brace myself with your cockhead in my mouth and push my head downwards to take you into the back of my throat."

"'Ahhh, at least you know what you're doing, slut.' I place a hand on the back of your head and start moving my hips up and down, jabbing my cockhead into your throat."

"Mmmm, I feel my eyes watering up and want to thank you for the compliment, but I'm too busy taking you into my throat."

"'I wonder what your father would say if he saw you sucking cock like this for food?'"

"I grab your shaft, pop you from my lips and say, 'He probably wouldn't have said anything, sir. He would've just given my ass a good hiding.' I take your cockhead in my mouth and use my tongue to play with it as I suck in your pre-cum."

"'I like the sound of that. Get over the arm of the couch, slut.'"

"'Yes, sir.' I get up and do as I was told."

"I get behind you and rub that nightie covered ass of yours. Then I push your nightie up your hips, exposing your creamy butt cheeks. I use both hands to massage them for a little while, enjoying their soft sensation. Then I pull off my belt and give your ass and nice hard lash."

"'Ouch!' I cry as my pussy saturates. 'That's one, sir.'"

"'Good girl, counting without me having to tell you. But that's not gonna save you from getting spanked...you've been bad.' I give your ass another lash."

"I don't want you to stop spanking me, but I'm too much of a sub to say that out loud. 'That's two, sir.'"

"I give you three more hard lashes."

"And I let out a cry each time and keep counting, 'Three, sir...Four, sir...Five, sir.'"

"Once I get your ass all nice and red, I throw my belt to the floor, take a hold of my cock and press the tip of it against your pussy lips."

"Mmmmmmmm."

"'Tell me how much you want this cock, slut.' I brush my tip up and down your wet lips."

"'Oh yes, I want your cock sooo badly, sir. Please give it to me! I need it!'"

"'Because you're a...'"

"'A cock hungry slut.'"

"I take a hold of your hips, push my own hips forward and drive my cock deep inside of you."

"'Oooooh fuck! Yes, sir! That feels so-so good!'"

"I pull you nightie down your back until your tits are exposed. Then I knead those massive mounds of flesh as I start hammering your cunt."

"'Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me good and hard, sir. That's how I like it. Oooooohhh!'"

"I grab onto your hair and pull your head back so I can say this in your ear, 'Take my cock you dirty slut. Take it all.'"

"I love the way you're treating me. 'I'm taking it as best as I can, sir. Keep giving it to me! I'm almost there.'"

"I give your ass five more hard spankings with my hand as I keep driving my hips forward. Then I grab onto your tits again and squeeze your hard nipples."

"'Fuck!' That did the trick. 'I'm cumming, sir! Oh God yes! I'm cummm-aaahhhhh!'"

"I keep squeezing your nipples and fucking you until your noisy orgasm comes to an end."

"'Oh shit! That was...so goooood!'"

"'Where would you like me to cum my new pet?'"

"'Oh God. On my face, sir.'"

"'Then get on your knees, slut.' I pull out of your pussy."

"'Yes, sir.' I hop off the couch, get down on my knees and take a hold of your pussy juice coated cock. Then I point it at my face and stroke it until you blow a huge load all over my face, hitting my nose, cheeks, forehead, chin and lips. But before you can finish unloading, I take your cockhead into my mouth and suck your last few spurts down my throat and into my belly. Then I look up at you and smile, so you can see what you've done."

After reading her last sentence, I found myself at my desk, panting, all sweaty, with a huge load of spunk on my stomach, wishing what we'd typed had really happened. But that's how I felt after every scenario we typed out. I pulled out a few Kleenex tissues, wiped myself off and tossed them into my trashcan. Then I sat back down and continued my chat with Jackie:

"That was a good one."

"I know. You've got me sitting in a puddle over here."

"Lol. You should've seen my stomach a minute ago."

"I wish I had. I would've licked it clean."

Fuck. This woman always knew what to say and it only strengthened my desire to meet her. "So, when do you think I'll finally get the chance to see you?"

"How 'bout this weekend?"

My eyes nearly popped out of my head. "Really? You don't think that's too soon?" I have no idea why I was asking questions.

"Nope. We've been chatting for weeks now and I'm dying to see that cock of yours in the flesh, so I can stick it in between my lips, tits and pussy lips for real."

My cock twitched, even though I'd cum not so long ago. "What about your kids?"

"They stay at their father's place on weekends, so I'll have the house all to myself."

"Then it's a date."

"Great! JJJ Listen, I've gotta run. We'll discuss the details tomorrow."

After we wrapped up the conversation by saying goodnight, I felt dirty - in the literal sense. I was sweaty and smelt of semen and I didn't plan on sleeping like that. I hopped to my feet and headed to my bathroom, where I stripped and entered my shower. As the water splashed my face and cascaded down my body I couldn't get the thought of Jackie out of my mind.

I was finally going to meet her! And after this weekend I would no longer be a nineteen year old virgin. Moreover, most of the guys my age could only dream about the kind of sex I'd have with Jackie. I was so excited I couldn't restrain myself from dancing as I scrubbed my body. As I did I thought I heard the sound of my name being called, but wasn't sure until I heard it again; Mom was definitely calling me. Wondering what she wanted I decided I'd head to her bedroom after I got done.

Fifteen minutes or so later I turned the taps off, stepped out the shower and grabbed a towel. Then I stepped to my sink and brushed my teeth. The curse will soon be lifted. I looked into the mirror on the wall with a smile after rinsing. Once I switched off the bathroom light, I walked down the hallway and entered my bedroom. I found my mom in there. She was sitting at my desk, facing away from me, and was dressed in a white shirt and baby blue pyjama bottoms. What's more, she had her honey blonde hair tied in a ponytail.

"Hey, Mom, what's up?" I walked to my closet.

"What's this?" She turned to face me as she pointed at the screen of my PC.

Shit. Did I forget to close the chat I had with Jackie?

Chapter Three: Maternal Intervention

"Huh?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Christopher. Who's this woman you're talking to?"

"Umm, she's a friend...a friend from school."

"Stop lying to me. Her profile says she's thirty-eight, and she's talking about kids and an ex-husband."

"Jeez, Mom, have you ever heard of respecting other people's privacy?" I walked to her and closed the internet window.

"Don't try 'n' flip this on me; you're the one in the wrong here. Okay, you know what, let's not argue about this. I'm not angry with you. I'm just...worried."

The apprehensive look in her eyes confirmed what she said. I sighed. "You don't have to worry, Mom. Nothing-"

"What do you mean I don't have to worry? Of course I do. You don't know who this person is. And you're planning on meeting her this weekend? What if it's some fifty year old man, who plans to do...Lord knows what to you?"

I didn't have a reply. Mom had a point. There was a possibility in that being true. I watched Catfish.

"Why're you doing this, honey? You're a handsome young man. Why're you on the internet trying to get into a relationship with a woman who's nearly forty years old? I'm pretty sure there're plenty of girls your age who'd love to date you."

I let out another sigh as I walked to my bed. I really didn't want to have this conversation with her, but there was no avoiding it. I took a seat and said, "It's complicated."

"What's complicated?"

"The reason why I'm talking to Jackie...that woman on the internet."

"Okay, well...try to explain it to me. I'm not an idiot."

I took a deep breath and cleared my throat. "It's a...it's a sex thing."

"Okay. I figured out that much...from your chat. And I guess our discussion on this matter is long overdue." Mom thought for a moment. "You've reached the legal age now and I know all the guys your age want to experiment...sexually - there's nothing much I can do about that. I'm also pretty sure you know why you should always practice safe sex. But why don't you do that stuff with one of the girls in your school?"

"I tried to, but for some reason...every time I try to get...sexual with a girl I end up messing it up somehow."

"So that's what this is about - you're a virgin?" Her eyebrows rose.

I groaned as my head fell back.

Mom laughed softly. "But there's nothing wrong with being a virgin, hon."

"Yea right."

"I'm serious, Chris." She got up and came to sit beside me. "And besides, you don't want your first time to be with some stranger you met on the internet, you want it to be with someone special - someone you can see yourself spending the rest of your life with."

Oh jeez. Trust my mother to say something that gay. "Okay, honestly, Mom, the world doesn't work that way. These days, if you're not having sex then you're a loser - especially if you're a guy."

She mulled for a moment. "Be that as it may, what does this woman you're talking to have to do with this? Nobody's gonna praise you for sleeping with her."

"It's not about getting people to praise me, Mom. It's..." I'd been trying to avoid saying this throughout the conversation, I didn't want my mom to think I was a goofball, but there was no avoiding it, "it's about my curse." I sighed. "I think if I can sleep with Jackie my curse will go away and I'll stop slipping up every time I try to have sex with a girl."

Mom smiled. She actually looked tempted to laugh. "You know how silly that sounds, don't you, hon?"

I nodded.

"But I get it. Everybody's at least a little superstitious. I wiggle my nose before I get on a plane. And I kinda see why you think sleeping with this woman will help you. It's more of a confidence thing. But I still don't trust her. There're a lot of weird people in this world and a lot of them use the kind of site that you're on. I'm a paralegal. Trust me; I know. So please just be patient, hon. I promise you, it will eventually happen - hopefully with the right girl."

It took a few seconds for me to say, "Fine."

*

Two nights later I was in my room studying. If there was anything I took more seriously than my love life - or lack thereof - it was definitely my school work. I planned on becoming an attorney and I knew the kind of grades required in order to do so. I was no genius, but I knew if I studied hard enough no grade was unreachable. You might wonder why I'd choose to pursue this career path. I mean, with all the flak that lawyers get. And it's not because I wanted to make a lot of money. I wanted to become an attorney because it's what my father did. He was my hero and I aspired to be like him.

Dad was killed six years earlier, on the night of my grandmother's birthday. While taking her out for dinner as an extra present, some drunken idiot slammed into them. The hit sent them flying off the road and down an embankment, causing the car they were in to flip over a few times. Granny ended up in the hospital for a couple of weeks, but Dad wasn't so lucky. The head injury he received was too severe. The guy in the other car got out unscathed to add insult to injury, but received a three year jail sentence.

Dad's passing was tough on the entire family. I remember crying, throwing stuff around and punching walls for weeks. But the person my father's death affected the most was my older sister, Kirsten. She mourned as long as everybody else did, if not then more, but it didn't stop there with her. She began drinking, partying and arguing with Mom way more than she normally did. There was even a time we had to bail her out of jail for public intoxication and indecency.

She was out of control and ended up dropping out of high school. Mom did everything in her power to get her to go back, but my sister refused to comply. She's a waitress slash bartender now and lives on the other side of town with her boyfriend, Craig. I check up on her every now and then and she seems to be doing alright.

Sis' downward spiral broke our mother's heart, though, and I think it added extra incentive to me wanting to become a better student. I didn't want Mom to be disappointed in both her children. The only positive thing to come out of Dad's death was the insurance money. It meant we got to keep our house and that my education would be taken care of. Mom didn't make a lot of money as a paralegal. But she didn't need to. We were comfortable.

I flipped a page in my history book. I'd also been thinking about the whole Jackie situation. I'll admit it; I still wanted to meet her pretty badly. I'd given Mom my word I wouldn't, but I was seriously starting to think I was going to go back on it. I was convinced Jackie was really who she said she was. But still, I couldn't help thinking Mom might be right; I could really be talking to some cunning predator.

Maybe I should video chat with Jackie before I meet up with her...Yea. I nodded. Why didn't I think of that before? I heard a knock on my door and once I answered Mom came walking in. "Hey, hon. Do you have a minute to talk?"

"Sure." I swivelled my chair. "What do you wanna talk about?"

"Well," she took a seat on my bed, "I've been thinking about the problem you told me about the other night and I think I've come up with a solution that can help you."

I stared at her for a few seconds then nodded. "Oookkkaaayyy."

"You know my friend Rochelle, right?"

How could I forget her? She was without a doubt my mother's hottest friend and honestly one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen, which includes the people on TV. She had long blood red hair. A dark pair of green eyes, with a splash of brown in her left...or was it her right? Her mildly bronze skin didn't carry a single blemish. And her body should only be described as "magnificent".

She was blessed with a perfectly symmetrical hourglass figure. She had a pair of breasts that brought the image of two coconuts perched in a tree on some tropical island to mind. There wasn't the slightest hint of sag to them and couldn't be called too big or too small. Their size suited her body to a tee. But I'm willing to bet my house she'd undergone breast augmentation surgery.

Rochelle also had spectacular round ass, and a gorgeous pair of legs that looked capable of kicking a football right across the length of a field. She was one sexy woman. And I couldn't think of a single thing wrong with her. Except, maybe she wore a little too much makeup. But now I'm just nit-picking. It's pretty obvious I spent a little bit of time fantasising about this woman, but why was my mom bringing her up?

"Yea." I nodded.

"Well, about a year ago she told me what a strapping young man she thought you'd become and even admitted she wouldn't mind sleeping with you."

I was shocked. I thought my odds in sleeping with Rochelle were as good as trying to get a suntan in Antarctica. I leaned forward and listened to Mom with meerkat ears.

"I told her to keep her paws off you. I know how much of a man-eater she can be. But because of the scare you gave me the other night, and because I've got this sneaky feeling you still plan on meeting that woman, I decided to meet up with Rochelle today and asked her if she was still interested in you."

"And," I leaned forward even more, "what did she say?"

"She said she still is." She nodded. "I'm not gonna lie, I'm not crazy about this whole idea. But I figured, better the devil you know. So, are you interested?"

I'm I interested? Is she serious? "Yea," I said, with a slight shrug, trying not to look too excited. "But how exactly is this gonna work?"

"Good question. It's not like she wants you to just show up at her house, pick her up and take her to her bedroom. Girls don't work that way. Even if the main goal is sex, there still needs to be at least a little bit of romance involved. So here's the deal, you'll take her out on a date this weekend and if all goes well...she'll make you a happy man."
I felt my stomach churn. "I don't like the sound of this idea anymore, Mom."

"Why's that, hon?"

"You know why. I'm gonna mess this up somehow."

Mom placed a hand on her chin and leaned forward to mull for a while. "Okay. Then how about this; why don't you and I go out on a date first? I'll give you some tips and let you know every time you do something that might...turn a girl like Rochelle off."

"Hmm. That doesn't sound like a bad idea."

*

A couple hours later I lay in bed and thought about the next few days to come. I'd also decided to abandon the whole idea of meeting Jackie, which was a bit of a douchebag move, but all the effort Mom was putting in to help me out told me it was the right thing to do. I was definitely excited about my date with Rochelle, but my practice date with Mom had stirred up some dark feelings I'd long suppressed.

About four years earlier my best friend Nate came to stay over at my house. We were in the living room that evening, playing Call of Duty on my Play Station. As Nate got up to head to the bathroom his cell phone fell from his pocket without him noticing. A strange occurrence had taken place earlier that day. When I tried to use Nate's phone to send a new song he had to my phone, he freaked out and snatched it from my hand so he could send the song himself.

His reaction told me he was hiding something - probably porn I figured. And now I had the opportunity to find out exactly what kind of porn he watched. With a smile I picked up his phone and opened his "My Files" folder. I checked his pictures' file first, but there was nothing out of the ordinary in there. I opened his videos' file next and found about eight untitled videos. Wondering what the vids were I pressed play on the first one and was shocked by what I saw.

It was a video of Lindsey, Nate's older sister and the girl whose twenty-first birthday party I'd go to in three years' time. My hand came over my mouth as I watched her towel drop. It was clear she'd just come out of the shower or bath and that she didn't know she was being recorded. I watched my best friend's blonde sister rub lotion all over her petite frame before hopping into a pair of panties, pink shorts, and a blue shirt.

I could only quickly run through three more videos before I heard Nate coming back from the bathroom. They also turned out to be nude videos of his sister. I couldn't believe Nate was doing this. But what was even more surprising was the rock hard erection in my pants. Yes, seeing Lindsey in the nude was nice, but what got me going was her brother's clear fascination with her. I found his lustful actions towards a close family member to be more intriguing than off putting.

Not too long after this incidence, I found myself looking at my mother and sister in a new light, but mainly my mom. She was a beautiful lady, who'd slightly long golden hair and a big pair of brown eyes. I'll be real with you; Mom's ass was nothing to write home about, but her long toned legs and tight figure made up for it. She actually sort of reminds me of Julie Bowen. Mom's boobs were another thing she could easily brag about. They were as nice as her friend Rochelle's, but my mother's C cups belonged to her.

I thought her best feature was her smile, though. I know that sounds as corny as fuck, but I'm being honest. Whenever she'd show off those pearly whites time seemed to slow down to give you an opportunity to take in the exquisite site...Or did that just happen to me? I knew I was one sick puppy for looking at her in this manner and had decided to bury my unnatural feelings deep within.

Chapter Four: The Kiss from Nowhere

Mom and I arrived at a restaurant the next night. Almost every seat in the house was in use. I found the décor to be elegant. And in a funny way, I think that was accentuated by the dimmed lighting. I especially liked the simple way the tables had been set up. What's more, light orchestral music played in the background and nearly every customer was sharply dressed, even though there was no dress code.

We were seated on the second floor, nearby an open door and small veranda, where we were treated to some view. There was a quarter-moon in the partially clouded sky, which was surrounded by an unusual amount of stars. To add to the beauty of the night my mother was dressed in a tight fitting black dress, which showed off the lower half of her legs and an acceptable amount of cleavage. I thought the dress gave her a perfectly balanced look of sexy and classy.

She'd also applied her makeup. Not a lot, though, just enough to give her the naturally beautiful look, which I love. She also had a set of drop earrings in and her hair was stylishly pinned behind her head. She really did look beautiful. I remember feeling somewhat proud when I walked in with her on my arm, even though the two guys who smiled and raised their chins at me had the wrong idea. I myself was in a blue suit, had combed my golden locks and looked "dapper", according to Mom.

"Honey, my eyes are up here." She smiled.

I felt my face turn crimson. "Sorry about that. I was just...admiring how wonderful you look."

"It's okay. Just try not to do that on your date with Rochelle."

"Right." I nodded, grabbed my glass of wine and took a sip.

"Hey, don't get carried away with the alcohol - you're the one driving us home." Mom's smile showed off her teeth.

I realised then I had a cool mom. She'd just caught me staring at her tits, yet there she was making jokes. Okay, that might not have been a joke, but it felt like one. I smiled back as the waiter returned from the kitchen with our food. Mom had ordered a smoked chicken salad for a starter, whereas I'd decided to go with a small bowl of pasta.

"I'm not too sure what to talk about on my date with Rochelle." I grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled Mom's glass. "What's she interested in?"

"Umm...I wouldn't worry too much about what you're gonna talk about if I were you." She took a sip. "Just let the conversation steer itself. Besides, if you get stuck you can always ask her what she's interested in and get the answer from her."

"That's pretty good advice. Got anymore gems like that?"

"A few actually." She laughed. "But off the top of my head; listen carefully to what she says, try to behave like a gentleman, and don't talk about yourself too much - girls hate that."

"Okay." I nodded and decided to immediately take her last piece of advice. "So, Mom, why aren't you on the dating scene anymore?"

Mom looked a little surprised.

I asked this question because a few years after my father's death she finally started seeing other men, which was something that never bothered me - aside from a mild feeling of envy that came up each time I saw her with a guy - I knew she'd eventually have to move on with her life. But for some reason, none of her relationships seemed to last. She'd go out with a guy for a week or two and then after that I'd never see him again. The only relationship that lasted for a few months was the one she shared with Don, but they parted ways a year earlier.

"Umm, I'd rather just focus on my job right now than be in a relationship."

Ah, the classic "I'd rather focus on my career" excuse. "Yea, but, Mom...it's been a year."

"I know." She sighed. "If I'm honest, I'm not dating anymore because most of these men out here only seem interested in sleeping with me and none of them seem capable of making me as happy as your father did. Besides, I don't want to be in a relationship just for the sake of being in a relationship."

"Is that why you still wear your wedding ring?"

Mom's left hand twitched before it rose so she could take a look at her ring. The only time she took it off was when she was in a relationship or on a date. She'd always place it beside Dad's ring, which was in the living room beside his urn and our family portrait. But as soon as that date or relationship was over, it would go right back on her finger. I noticed a flicker of sadness in her eyes.

"I get it." I placed a hand on one of hers. "And besides, you don't need to find another man - you've got me."

Mom smiled. "Hey, did you know your father used to love bringing me here?"

I didn't.

Mom and I ate our food, drank our wine and spoke about everything that came to mind, which included school, work, Kirsten and even the touchy subject of which school I planned on going to the next year, as it was in another province. She also continued to give me advice on how I should conduct myself on my date with Rochelle. All in all, it was a great night and it made me wonder why we didn't go out more often.

We shared a bowl of ice-cream before we paid the bill and then headed to the front desk to pick up Mom's coat. Then we headed to the parking lot, where I made sure I opened the car door for her before I jumped into the driver's seat to take us home.

*

"Thanks for letting me take you out on this 'date' tonight," I said, using air quotes, as we walked to the front door, "and for all the advice you gave me."

"No problem, sweetie. And if you behave the way you did tonight on your date with Rochelle, she'll be throwing herself at you as soon as you get to her place."

I smiled and felt much more confident in my ability to woo her friend. But I still had a couple more questions. "So what do you think I should do when I get to Rochelle's front door? I mean, should I try to kiss her or something?"

Mom stopped walking as she turned to face me. "Well, since you already know she's interested in sleeping with you; yea, you should do that. But as soon as you're done, walk away and act as if you're heading home. She'll invite you inside before you can take three steps."

I turned my head to take a look at the front door then brought my attention back to Mom. "Would you mind...if I practiced doing all that with you first?"

She thought for a moment then shook her head. "Mm-mm."

I took a deep breath, grabbed her by the hand and then walked her the rest of the way to the door. Then I faced her and said, "I really had a good time with you tonight."

She smiled. "I had a good time with you, too, Chris."

"I hope we can do this again sometime."

"I'd like that."

My heart pounded as I placed a hand on her waist and moved my face in. My eyes closed as I felt my lips press against hers. Their soft sensation seemed to put me under a trance. It felt as if my lips melted as soon as they came into contact with hers. There was also the sweet yet subtle smell of her perfume. It caused my stomach to do backflips. I had no idea a simple kiss could feel so good and I couldn't help but wonder if I'd ever find another woman who could take me to heaven with the mere use of her lips.

I expected Mom to pull back right about now - she probably expected a quick peck was how I rationalised - but she didn't. This emboldened me. I placed my other hand on the other side of her waist and pulled her closer as I kneaded her lips with my own. I then gently nibbled her lower lip. To my surprise Mom still didn't pull away. In fact, I heard a faint moan as I felt her arms come around my neck. Then her lips parted a bit and a few seconds later I felt the tip of her tongue against my lower lip.

I decided to go with it. I held her little tighter and parted my lips. Mom followed suit. Then I pushed my tongue inside her mouth and made it play with hers. Please tell me this isn't a dream. Mom and I made out for about twenty more seconds before I pulled my head back and looked into her big beautiful brown eyes. I was lightheaded, but remembered this was supposed to be about practice.

"I'll see you around." I removed my hands from her waist and walked off the porch.

"Hey, Chris!" I heard a few seconds later and then turned around. Mom smiled. "Wanna come inside for some coffee?"

I smiled back. "Sure."

*

"Are you in the mood to watch a movie before we call it a night?" I asked after locking the front door. "It's still pretty early."

"Sure. Just let me get into something more comfortable first."

"I'll make the popcorn."

Mom walked off to her bedroom while I headed to the kitchen. As I entered the pantry, grabbed a bag of popcorn and tossed it into the microwave, I thought about the kiss I shared with her. My head was still reeling from it and I had no idea how it got so out of hand. I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of soda. I also wondered why Mom allowed me to go so far. Was she that committed to the bit? Or was there something more to it? Hmm. I wasn't sure, but whatever the reason I was glad she let it happen.

When the popcorn finished popping, I poured it into a bowl, grabbed two glasses and placed everything on a tray. Then I headed to the living room, where I laid the tray on our glass coffee table and removed my jacket and tie. I took a seat on our largest couch thereafter, opened our recorded movies list and looked for something interesting to watch. Mom walked into the living room not too long after, in a white nightie, which stopped halfway down her thighs. It was the first time I'd ever seen her in it. She was also carrying a white duvet.

"So what're we watching?" she asked as she sat beside me.

It took a few seconds for me to recover from seeing her outfit. "Umm, I was thinking of putting on a horror movie."

"A horror movie, huh? I haven't seen one of those in ages." She grabbed a handful of popcorn. "What's the movie called?"

"The Cabin in the Woods."

"Typical horror movie name. Is it scary?"

"Ahh, not really. But it's the most interesting scary movie I've ever seen and definitely one of my favourites."

"Sounds interesting. Let's watch it."

After I poured the drinks and turned off the light, Mom and I got under the cover, placed the popcorn between us and kicked back to watch the movie. But five minutes into it Mom suggested a change in the way we were seated. She said she was uncomfortable and would prefer to watch the movie lying down. I couldn't see why not. I pressed the pause button then bent over to remove my shoes.

"And take your pants off while you're at it...You look uncomfortable." Once I was left in my boxer briefs and rolled up shirt I got under the cover and lay on my side. Mom lay in front of me and pushed her body right against mine, so she could get the bowl on the couch as well. She also allowed me to have the couch pillow, that way I could watch the movie over her head.

Even though I was uncomfortably squeezed between her and the back of the couch, I really enjoyed the proximity. It felt very intimate. I also enjoyed the sweet scent her hair emitted. It smelt of pineapples if I'm not mistaken. I placed my arm around her and inhaled through my nose as Mom resumed the film. We chewed on the popcorn, sipped our drinks and chuckled at all the quirky bits the movie had to offer. I also couldn't help but smile each time Mom jumped at a random scary moment.

I was really enjoying myself. But about halfway into the movie, I got the fright of my life. I realised I had Mom's lower breast cupped in my palm and that its nipple was trapped between my middle and ring finger. I honestly had no idea how long I'd been doing this, but it must've been a while, 'cause I stopped reaching for popcorn about twenty minutes earlier. Why hasn't she said anything?

I knew the right thing to do would be to move my hand away right about now, but I really didn't want to. The soft yet firm nature of her breast felt too good to release. Besides, Mom didn't seem to mind...or notice. I decided to let my hand be and fixed my eyes on the TV. That's when I noticed the hot blonde chick and her boyfriend were heading into the woods. It caused an inward groan. I'd completely forgotten this movie had a sex scene. How awkward. Especially in the way we were positioned.

I grimaced as the girl on the screen mounted her partner and removed her top. But then I felt Mom's breathing pick up a bit. Was she getting turned on by this? I wondered. Then a mischievous idea crept into my head. I waited a few seconds and then pushed my middle and ring finger towards one another, gently squeezing Mom's nipple. I wasn't sure if what happened next was true, but I could've sworn I heard the faintest of moans.

I waited a few more seconds then squeezed her nipple again, slightly harder this time. "Mmmm." I definitely heard that and it caused my cock to stir. Shit. I hadn't taken this into consideration and felt utterly stuffed. Here's the thing, Mom could've thought I was squeezing her nipple by mistake, but how could she turn a blind eye to an erection? I could see no way. Within seconds I was rock hard and damn sure she could feel it.

To make matters worse the type of boxer briefs I had on had buttons stitched to the front of them. I had no idea why the designer thought this was a good idea. I mean, who opens their underwear to use the toilet? With no way to readjust myself, I could only lie and wait in horror as my cockhead pushed through the seams and pressed against the backs of my mom's thighs. Time seemed to come to a standstill as I waited for her angry response or for her to get up and leave. But neither came. My face scrunched.

A few moments later my curiosity came into play. I decided to see just how tolerant my mother could be. My heart pounded as I slowly thrust my hips and pushed my cockhead a little further between her thighs, which was aided by the pre-cum it had emitted. The sensation was wondrous, but I couldn't fully enjoy it on account of the height of my anxiety. I waited a few seconds, and to my amazement Mom still said nothing. The only difference was her breathing had picked up a little more.

Encouraged and a little more at ease I carefully pushed my hips forward once more and felt the first half of my shaft get swallowed by her inner thighs. It caused my eyes to clench shut. As I sent my cock further in the friction her thighs provided forced a slightly audible groan. I lay still and savoured moment. It felt as if my cock was being strangled by two warm pillars of silk.

Then I felt Mom's legs part, which sent my cock upwards before she clamped her thighs around it again. That move caused the upper side of my shaft to strain against her cotton panty covered crotch. What's more, I could tell they were damp. This revelation made me instantly take back my earlier thoughts. Whoever designed my underwear was a genius.

Motived by Mom's untroubled attitude and clear arousal I slowly pulled my hips back before sending my cock back in. At the same time I adjusted the grip I had on her breast and used my thumb and index finger to gently tweak her nipple, causing Mom to release increasingly louder moans as the pace of her breathing continued to rise.

Her scent drove me wild. Knowing this was my mother amplified the effect. And the soft friction her thighs provided as I pushed and pulled my hips at a quicker pace did wonders in stimulating my cock. I was a man possessed and had no clue what was going on in the movie anymore. Frankly, I didn't care. Who would? All I heard was screaming, cheering, zombies growling and the soft mewing sounds Mom made as I rocked my hips and pinched her nipple.

I have no idea how long I went at it. I was way too caught up in the experience to acknowledge the existence of time. But I do remember when I felt my impending orgasm I held her as tight as I could and trust my hips one last time. I was then washed over by the feeling of euphoria. My eyes rolled back, legs twitched and shaft pulsated as it released the contents of my sac.

Every thought that came to mind was sweet, but none more so than the sentence: This is my mom. Which is probably why I kept repeating it. It prolonged and I think even elevated the mind blowing high of my orgasm, which I came back down from with the loudest of sighs.
My mother and I lay motionless and silent. Enough time passed for our breathing to regulate. I wanted to say something to her, but could think of nothing. I wondered where we'd go from here and if I'd taken things too far. Mom slid off the couch and got to her feet. "I think I'm gonna call it a night." She stretched her back with a yawn. "I've gotta go to work tomorrow. See you in the morning." She walked off.

Her nonchalant behaviour made me wonder if I'd imagined what took place before she stood up. I knew this wasn't the case, though, as I looked over the arm of the couch and saw my cum slowly sliding down her legs. It caused my insides to tremble.

Chapter Five: The Inadvertent Coax

The alarm on my phone went off extra early the next morning. I'd set it to do this because today wasn't any old day, it was a special day; my mom's birthday and she was officially forty-three. I switched off the alarm, rolled out of bed and headed to my bathroom to take a quick shower. When I got back to my room I got into my school uniform then headed to the kitchen, where I entered the pantry and came out with flour, oil and baking power. I also collected sugar, salt, milk, and eggs.

I planned on making Mom her favourite breakfast meal - pancakes. I thought she'd love this as her first treat of the day, because I normally never cooked for her. This wasn't because I didn't want to or was too lazy. It's because, in all honesty, my cooking sucks. I remember the time I tried making us lasagne. My sister coldheartedly compared it to "vomit". But even though I was no Gordon Ramsay, I could whip up a mean batch of pancakes.

I heard Mom turning her shower on as I mixed the batter in a bowl. This didn't cause me to think I needed to rush, though. It's no secret women like taking their time to get ready, and my mother was no exception. I finished making the last two pancakes a few minutes before she walked into the kitchen. She had her hair tied in a bun, wore a dark red blouse, a black jacket, black skirt, black stockings and black shoes. I'd always found a woman dressed in formal attire to be sexy, but Mom seemed to look even more alluring than usual. It was probably because of what took place the night before.

"Happy birthday, Mom." I spread my arms as I approached her.

"Awww, thank you, sweetie." She smiled from ear to ear. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, which I topped off with a hug she purred to. "And you made me pancakes. Awww, what a sweet birthday present."

"And this is just your first one. You'll get the other when you get back from work."

She smiled again. "I can't wait."

Once Mom and I got into our seats we poured our drinks and dug into the pancakes. But the cheerful mood was soon broken. As a look of suddenly-remembering-something came across Mom's face, she slowly placed her fork and knife on her plate. "Honey, we need to talk about what happened last night."

I took a deep breath and exhaled. The inflection she used told me where this was going. "Okay."

"I'm really sorry about-"

"No...Mom, I'm the one who should be sorry. I shouldn't have done what I did."

She thought for a moment. "Be that as it may, I was the parent in the whole situation and should've put a stop to things...I really don't know what got into me." The look of disappointment in her eyes was heart breaking.

After sitting through a lengthy moment of silence I asked, "So what do we do now?"

"Nothing." She shook her head. "We'll just carry on like normal and pretend as if last night never happened. Oh yea and, Chris, what happened at the front door...and on the couch last night can never happen again. Okay?" Her eyebrows rose gently.

A part of me was dying to put up an argument, but I decided against it. I didn't want to pressure Mom into doing anything she was uncomfortable with, especially if it would bring back that look I saw in her eyes moments earlier. "Okay." I nodded.

*

My day at school was hardly different from the rest. I learned, joked with my circle and was dropped off at home by JP, who lived down the street. The only difference was I was a little more distracted in class than usual. I couldn't get the images of the previous night out of my head. The feeling I got from kissing Mom resurfaced each time I thought about our two minutes on the porch. The smell of her perfume and pineapple scented hair taunted me from afar.

Don't even get me started on the feeling of her breast in my palm and body against mine on the couch. I got my ass chewed off by Mrs. Coetzee - to the delight of Dean - after she asked me to answer a question I didn't hear. I was too busy daydreaming about that moment on the couch. It was painful to know I'd never experience those feelings again. But even though I felt like moping for the rest of the day, I knew that wasn't an option. It was still Mom's birthday and I wanted to make sure she enjoyed it.

Since Lidia only came in twice a week to clean the house, and it wasn't one of those days, the first thing I did when I got home was get out of my school uniform. Then I placed the dishes in the dishwasher, mopped the floors, vacuumed the carpets, cleaned the appliances, wiped down all the countertops, emptied the trashcans, polished off the furniture, and collected all our dirty clothes before tossing them into the washing machine. It was one hell of a job, but I managed to get it done and felt Mom didn't deserve to lift a finger.

I made a sandwich not too long after and poured myself a glass of orange juice. Then I headed to my bedroom to browse the internet while I ate. I followed this up with an hour or so of studying. About a week earlier Mom told me she didn't want to celebrate her birthday with a party of any kind, so there'd be no friends or family coming over. But I had something else in mind. I picked up my phone and noticed it was ten past five. Mom normally got home around half past six. I better get started.

I got up and headed to the kitchen, where I pulled the takeout menu off the fridge and ordered two helpings of stir-fry chicken noodles. Then I went into the dining room and laid a silk white tablecloth over our oval shaped table. I placed two short thick round candles in the centre and a thin vase in between them. I wanted to go into our garden to get a flower for the vase, but because it was still winter I had to settle for the fake rose I gave Mom on Valentine's Day.

I finished setting up the table by putting down two eating mats, two wineglasses, cutlery and a bottle of wine. Then I took a step back and inspected the job I'd done. I thought the table looked pretty good. I came up with this whole idea the night before. It was actually supposed to be a second practice date, but I thought it would work just as well as just another birthday treat. Once I dimmed the lights - an idea I got from the restaurant we went to the night before - I went back to my room, got out of my clothes and threw on a white t-shirt, blue jeans, a black blazer and black shoes.

I then reached into my closet and pulled out Mom's gift, which was wrapped in silver gift wrapping paper. I bought it about three weeks earlier and used my own money to get it. I haven't mentioned this, but I had a part time job of doing promotions on weekends and public holidays. I also pulled a bandana out of the closet, placed it into my pocket and then headed to the dining room to place Mom's gift on the table.

The intercom went off as I watched TV in the living room. It turned out to be the deliveryman. I was thankful he arrived before Mom. I placed the food in the microwave, went back into the living room and watched TV for a little while longer as I waited for Mom to return from work. When I heard her car pull into the driveway I hopped off the couch and ran to the dining room to light the candles. Then I headed to the front door to lie in wait. She opened it in a couple of minutes, carrying a white box, and got spooked when she saw me.

"Jeez!" She placed a hand on her chest. "Chris...you nearly gave me a heart attack. Why the hell are you standing here?"

I couldn't stop myself from chuckling. "Sorry. You'll see." I reached into my pocket and pulled out the bandana. Then I got behind her and placed it over her eyes.

"Chris, what're you doing?" She squirmed.

"Trust me," I said, causing her to relax. Once I fastened the bandana I took the white box out of her hand.

"It's half a cake. My co-workers bought it for me."

"Oh okay. I'll put it in the kitchen. Don't move."

On my return, I got behind Mom, placed my hands on her shoulders and led her to the dining room, where I pulled out her chair. Once I removed her handbag and placed it on the table, I told her I'd be right back and not to remove her blindfold. I then headed back to the kitchen, poured the noodles into two plates, grabbed the soy sauce sachets and chop sticks, and then headed back to the dining room.

"Mmmmm, I smell Chinese food." Her shoulders alternated in moving up and down. "My favourite."

"I know." I smiled as I set the plates down. Then I got behind her and removed the blindfold with a, "Voilà."

"Oh wow! Chris," she beamed as she faced me, "this looks beautiful, honey. And the house looks so clean." She looked around the room. "Awww, thank you, sweetie. You've officially made my day."

I remember feeling good as I walked around the table to get into my chair. With the use of puppy dog eyes, Mom asked for permission to open her gift before we ate our food. How could I say no? She shook with excitement as she pulled her gift in and unwrapped it.

"Awww, it's that handbag I wanted to get...when was it?"

I still remember the disappointed look on her face when she checked its price tag a few months earlier. I made a metal note to go back and get it for her as a birthday present. It cost me two arms and a leg, but with the money I made from my promotions, coupled with some lunch money, I managed to scrape up just enough money to get it.

"Thank you so much, sweetie. I really appreciate this."

"No problem, Mom." I poured some wine into our glasses. "So, how was your day?"

She told me all about it as we ate our food. She received a couple of unexpected birthday gifts. She got a text message or phone call from almost everybody she knew. Her colleagues sang her the Happy Birthday song. And even Kirsten called to pass her wishes, which I found surprising, since they hardly ever spoke to one another. Mom also tried to teach me how to use chopsticks again. This was something we went through each time we ate Chinese food, and staying true to tradition I eventually gave up and picked up my fork.

"The only depressing part of my day is knowing I'm yet another year older."

I mulled as I stuck a fork into a slice of the cake her co-workers bought. I couldn't resist. "Yea, but you don't look a day over thirty."

She smiled. "So, are you looking forward to your date with Rochelle tomorrow night?"

"...Yea." I shrugged.

Her face scrunched slightly. "What's with the pause?"

"...Uh, I was just giving it some thought."

She gave me a strange look and then shrugged. "Okay then." She stood and reached for her plate.

"No, Mom...I'll clean up. You just go to your room, run yourself a hot bath and enjoy the rest of your night."

She smiled again. "Okay. I'll just take this, this and this." She picked up her glass, the wine bottle, and her gift. "Bring my old handbag into my room when you come and say goodnight."

"'Kay."

Mom headed off to her bedroom while I finished my slice of cake. I then blew out the candles, cleared the table and took the dishes to the kitchen. After which I closed the windows, turned off the lights and headed back to the dining room to pick up Mom's handbag. When I got to her bedroom I discovered she wasn't there. I figured she must already be in her bathroom. I set her handbag on her bed and said, "Night, Mom."

"Chris, honey...come in here."

I didn't notice it when I first walked into the room, but her bathroom door was open. I walked to it and stepped inside. I expected to find Mom in her work clothes, or in a robe or towel, but she was already in the bathtub. I couldn't see anything a woman would normally hide, though. There were bubbles in the tub as well. I could only see her from her shoulders to her hair, which was still in a bun.

"What's up?"

Mom took a sip from her glass and placed it down. "Don't you wanna climb into the tub with me?"

I hesitated then said, "Is that a trick question?"

She laughed. "No, silly. I just wanna spend a little more time with you before you lock yourself in your room. Don't worry. I'm in my bathing suit."

"Ah, okay." I shrugged then stripped out of my clothes, but decided to leave my underwear on. As I placed a foot into the tub Mom suggested I should sit in front of her. I felt no need to argue. As I leaned back and rested my back on the front of her torso, my body reacted as if I received a small electric shock, as I immediately felt her nipples poking into my upper back and pubic hair against the lower section. "I thought you said you were in a bathing suit."

Mom lifted her glass and took a sip before placing it down. "I lied."

I had no idea how to reply to that. Why did you lie? Was the only response that came to mind. I decided to keep my mouth shut. So what if she was naked? I liked the sensation - especially the ticklish feeling of her mons against the small of my back. The only problem was it caused the immediate rise of my cock. Good thing there were bubbles in the tub, otherwise she might've noticed. I closed my eyes and relaxed as she ran her hand up and down my chest. We sat in silence for a little while. Then I heard Mom whisper into my ear:

"Chris."

"Mm-hmm."

"Don't read too much into this."

Before I could asked what she meant I felt her hand slide down my chest and stomach, which caused my eyes to fly open. Then her hand pressed down on my stomach and finger tips slid underneath the waistband of my boxer briefs. I sat as if someone was painting a picture of me. Mom's hand slid lower then took a firm hold of my erection, causing my eyes to reclose as my mouth dropped open. Then she slowly worked her hand up and down the length of my cock.

I was shocked she was doing this. After our conversation at breakfast, I thought nothing sexual would ever happen between us again. But I wasn't about to bring that up. Nope. I was just gonna sit back and enjoy the ride. Twisting her hand from side to side Mom firmly massaged my cock for a glorious couple of minutes, causing me to moan and groan. Then, to my utter disappointment, I felt her hand withdraw from my underwear. My eyes opened as I made a face. What is she doing?!

I watched her reach for and grab her bar of soap. She dipped her hand back into the water and after a little while, it found its way back into my boxer briefs. She retook a hold of my shaft and continued to stroke it. I could instantly tell why she'd lathered her palm. It made her strokes much more fluent and amplified the softness of her touch. God, I loved her brain. I closed my eyes once more and relished in the feeling of my cock in her grip.

Mom really knew what she was doing. My toes curled each time she reached my cockhead and rotated her wrist. I also couldn't help but love it when she used her other hand to cup and knead my balls with the utmost care, never turning the experience into anything close uncomfortable. I was tempted to ask if she'd taken classes. Mom lathered her hand once more, and then the pace of her strokes picked up, causing me to moan and groan even louder than before.

Then, as she reached my glans, tightened her grip and rotated her wrist, my jaw dropped and I was engulfed by euphoria. My cock throbbed and pumped the contents of my sac and into my underwear and her hand, which seemed to go on forever. And like the hand job giving angle she was, Mom kept stroking until my erection stopped beating. Best. Hand job. Ever. I exhaled loudly.

"Thanks for making today so wonderful," she whispered.

Chapter Six: Second Thoughts

The next night I was all dressed up and ready for my date with Rochelle. I had my black jacket on, a matching Polo t-shirt, jeans, and formal shoes. I'd also gotten a haircut, applied my cologne and made sure my breath was minty fresh. I wanted to leave nothing to chance. I also had a bouquet of flowers with me, which I bought from the store I worked at earlier that day.

Before I left the house I stood with Mom at the front door, where she handed me the keys to her car and gave me the details of Rochelle's address. She also slipped me a little bit of cash, so I wouldn't be completely broke at the end of the night. "You look good," she said as she used her hands to brush my jacket.

"Thanks, Mom."

"Remember the advice I gave you and tomorrow you should wake up feeling like a new man." She smiled. "Rochelle should feel like the luckiest woman on earth."

Just as I was about to leave I thought I noticed a flicker of sadness in her eyes. "Is something wrong?"

She looked up and shook her head with a smile.

*

When I arrived at Rochelle's gated community I spoke to her through the intercom and was let in by security. And on my way to her housing unit I took in the sight of her commune. It was made up of an estimated one hundred housing units, including a café, a gym, a lake of a swimming pool, and a fountain that put on quite a show. What's more, I could tell whoever was in charge of the gardening was the proud owner of a green thumb. The property was undeniably beautiful and I wondered how much it would cost one to live there.

After parking in Rochelle's guest parking spot, I grabbed her bouquet, hopped out the car and walked up two flights of stairs. Then, with my stomach in knots, I took a deep breath and rang her doorbell. Moments later she opened the door with a big smile and even though her attire was somewhat causal, she looked gorgeous enough to make Greek Gods feel unworthy. She wore a red blouse, a black leather jacket, tight jeans and black heels. She also had her jewellery on, reeked of perfume and had applied her makeup. What stuck out the most was the bright red shade of her lipstick.

"Are those for me?" She glanced down at the flowers.

"Ahh, yea." I handed them over.

"Thanks, Chris. They're beautiful." She took a whiff. "Mind waiting in the living room while I put these in a vase and finish getting ready?"

"Not at all. By the way, you look great."

She led me to the living room, where I took a seat on her largest black leather couch. She told me she'd be right back, headed to the kitchen to take care of the flowers and then upstairs to where I presumed her bedroom was. As I looked around Rochelle's home I noticed it had a very modern look. All her belongings appeared as if they'd come right out of the factory. Her artwork looked like it'd been purchased from people who knew what they were doing - not that I knew anything about art. And I got the impression some hotshot decorator came in to throw it all together. The word "elegant" sprang to mind.

But as nice as Rochelle's place was, there wasn't a homey feel to it. I couldn't spot any pictures of family or friends. There was none of the damage that would indicate the presence of little kids or pets. And it was eerily quiet. It seemed like the kind of place you'd rent out to globetrotting businessmen. In my opinion, it was a beautiful but dull environment. And because I didn't know Rochelle very well, it made me wonder about her.

*

I decided to take her to a seafood restaurant I found online. I didn't know much about the place, but it had decent reviews. It also didn't look too shabby. I mean it didn't look like the kind of place where you'd run into the mayor of the city, but it also didn't look like the typical venue where high school kids would hang out. And my biggest reason for bringing her here was I was told Rochelle was a big fan of seafood.
When we got to our table I pulled her chair out for her before I got into my seat and opened my menu. I have to admit; I struggled for words. Rochelle was an intimidating presence. I felt like some socially awkward character in a movie who was on a date with the prom queen. But luckily she decided to break the ice.

"So, Chris, why're you on a date with me and not some girl in your school?"

I laid the menu down. "Umm, well, I don't know if you know this, but I've had a crush on you from...ever since I first met you. And-"

"But you were like ten years old."

"Yea, I know, but...can you blame me?"

She smiled. "Carry on."

"Anyway, when I got old enough I was still...a little infatuated with you, and wanted to go out with you pretty badly. But I was too scared to come and talk to you myself. That's when I got the idea to ask my mom to talk to you for me - I know; pathetic, right?" Okay so that wasn't the entire truth, but it was close enough.

"Aww, I don't think it's pathetic. It's actually kinda sweet. I haven't had a guy gush over me in a while."

"Really?" My face scrunched. "I honestly thought you had a never ending line of guys who're just dying to take you out."

She laughed. "Wouldn't that be nice? But no. All the men in my life are nothing but inconsiderate jerks who only care about money or pigs who only care about sex...It's probably why I have three ex-husbands."

It pained me to hear her say that, 'cause I felt like I fell into the "pigs who only care about sex" category. It also brought to mind something Mom said a few days earlier.

"But to be fair, I can be a bit of a bitch."

"Oh, I'd never say that. I'm having a great time with you and I don't recall you ever being mean to me."

"Stick around."

As I let out a chuckle a waiter arrived at our table. We ordered two glasses of wine and since I didn't know much about seafood I decided to let Rochelle place my order. She ordered me a plate of fish and calamari, which sounded delicious, and went with a helping of prawns and mussels for herself.

"Rochelle, I've been meaning to ask you something; how come I haven't met any of your kids?"

"Ah, well, most of my step kids hate me, and I don't have any children of my own."

"Why's that?"

"Umm, it's because I can't actually have children. I'm infertile."

"Oh. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have asked you such a personal question."

"No, it's quite alright. We're on a date. How else are we supposed to get to know one another? Anyhow, it's the main reason why my first husband left me."

I mulled. "I'm sorry to say this...and I hope I'm not crossing the line, but he was a fool. I wouldn't have left you for the world."

She smiled.

When our food and drinks arrived, we ate, drank and continued to chat. I learned quite a bit more about Rochelle. Her divorce settlements had pretty much funded her lifestyle and allowed her to become the owner of her own makeup and hair business. Apparently, a lot of women liked her look, and it also helped her rack up a healthy following on social media.

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.

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Thanks for reading my story. Hope you enjoyed it. This story should've been delivered a while ago. But due to a couple of trips to the hospital, caused by my anxiety disorder, and a serious case of writer's block after that, I could only get it to you now. I hope it was worth the wait if you're a fan of my previous work. Speaking of which, I want to say thank you to a Lit reader called xilua. Your comment on my last story inspired me to write this. I hope this's what you wanted. I'd also like to give a thank you to allaboutne for helping me with the editing. You're a saint. As always, constructive criticism won't fall on deaf ears - or blind eyes in this case. But if you're going to criticise me I do have one request; please try not to be vague, 'cause I really want to make use of whatever it is you have to say. Let me know if you liked the story and don't forget to vote. Until the next few chapters.

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Mom's My "Someone Special" Pt. 02
A third member joins the party.
Author's Note: I'm sorry I took so long to get this to you. But, hey, shit happens. Since it's been a while, here's a recap of the previous part of the story: There once was a young man called Chris - I know, that line sounds like it was written by a minstrel - who couldn't seem to lose his virginity. So he went online to try and find someone he could end his run of bad luck with and ran into an older woman.

Chris' mom found out about this and tried to put a stop to it. Fearing she'd failed, she decided to set her son up on a date with her friend, Rochelle. But Chris, because he believed he was cursed, was too scared he'd mess up his chances with her. Mom proposed they go out on a practice date. When they got back from it, things got a little...out of hand?

The next day - also Mom's birthday - riddled with guilt, she decided to put an end to their inappropriate behaviour. But later that night, she couldn't help bringing her son to release in the bathroom. The day after that, Chris went out on his date with Rochelle, but backed out of sleeping with her when they got to her place - she wasn't his "someone special." When he got home and relayed this information to Mom, they spend a wonderful evening together :-).

By the way, this one's a little more pornographic, so brace yourself if you're squeamish. I would tell you to stop reading, but since you've gotten this far, I don't have the heart to. Don't worry. I didn't go too over-the-top with anything - or at least I think so. Plus, I like to write for as many people as my story will allow. Sue me.

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Chapter Eight: Life Continues

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.

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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?"
I could only stare. Where the fuck was this coming from? Or was she just screwing with me?

She stood. "I can, if you like?" Her eyebrows rose. "I've been told I give a pretty good blowjob." She kneeled and placed a hand on my cock.

"Kirsten, stop." I pushed her hand away and stood. "What the fuck are you doing? Get up."

"I'm only tryna help you. I mean, your hand is looking kinda swollen, and I doubt your other hand can do a better job than me." She quickly hooked her fingers into my trousers and boxer briefs and pulled them down. My cock sprang up and flicked her nose, like it'd lied about something being on her shirt. Kirsten laughed and wiped off the trail of pre-cum that was flung up her face.

"What the hell's gotten into you?"

"I'm serious, Chris." She looked up with her ocean blue eyes. "I'm just trying to help you." She grasped my cock. Fuck, it felt good. But wrong. "What else are sisters for?"

"Not this." I pulled her hand away.

She frowned. "Oh, but it's okay for you to fuck our mom?"

You know the famous "...hit by a ton of bricks" simile?...Yea. "What?"

"I saw you with her on Sunday. You were butt fuckin' naked on top of her. And don't think I didn't notice you sneaking to her room this whole week, either. You're not as sneaky as you think you are."

I was floored. I sighed and sat. "Fuck," I muttered, thinking. "How did you see us?"

"All I wanted to do was go and tell Mom I was happy to be with her again, and that I was sorry for being so wild in my teen years. But there you were...with your cock between her tits."

I paused. "Damn...You should seriously think about becoming a poker player. I had no idea you knew."

"How long have you guys been fucking?"

"...Uh, not long, really. We actually only started the night before you arrived."

"Okay, so then...why're you turning me down?"

I pressed my nose with my hands as if to say a prayer. "I don't know what to tell you, Kirs...It's just different with Mom." The look that came over her face ripped my heart to pieces. "C'mon, Kirs, don't be like that. Believe you me, I've fantasied about you for as long as I've thought about Mom. This isn't about the way you look if that's what you're thinking."

Damn straight it wasn't. My sister was a sexy number, from head to toe. She had a slender and tall frame. In fact, she was almost tall as Dad and I were at our peaks, which would put her at five foot nine. She also had long light brown hair and an eye-catching angelic face, similar to Aunt Gwen's - our mother's baby sister. But Kirsten looked like a younger and slightly more attractive edition.

Her blue eyes were deeper than my father and I's, as well. She had these cute pouty lips, which she'd made use of to get what she wanted from the old man, and it almost always worked. What's more, her sturdy looking tits most certainly made their presence known in her training bra. It was clear she'd inherited her bust from Mom. Kirsten also had a steamrolled stomach and her shorts did next to nothing to hide her creamy, taut looking, silk made legs that went on for eternity.

All in all, my sister was a solid eight...or nine - depending on the eye of the beholder. So, yea, it definitely wasn't because of the way she looked. But she still wouldn't answer me.

"C'mon, Kirs, I'm serious. How can I make it up to you?"

It took her a moment to look up and say, "Let me suck your cock."

The adorable look in her eyes made my insides quake and erection flow back to full-strength. It screamed at me to let her take me inside her mouth. But I couldn't listen to it. "Why do you wanna suck my cock so bad?"

She sighed, rested her head on my thigh and stroked my shaft with her fingertips, causing it to twitch. "I'm not sure...But I think it's because I saw you with Mom - even though I thought I was gonna puke when I first saw you guys. But then the next day...I accepted it" - Kirsten shrugged - "and became a little jealous of her." She raised her head and looked me in the eye as her fingertips kept stroking. "Not because of you - actually, because of you and not you."

Okay, now I was lost. "What?"

"You see, when I thought about what you guys were doing...something inside me woke up, and I realised I wanna sleep with Dad. But obviously, I can't, and I find that extremely unfair. How come Mom got to sleep with him and now she gets you?...What about me? Why am I left out? And since you're the closest thing I have to him - can you see where I'm coming from?"

I thought and rubbed my face. "Yea," I sighed. "But I still can't let you do what you said you wanted to do."

"Please, Chris." She puckered her maroon lips, leaned forward and let a long drop of spit fall on my glans as her other hand joined the cause of stroking me. Man oh man, it felt good. I was on the edge of caving. "I promise you'll like it."

"Kirsten," I whispered, placing my hands over my face. Then I felt her soft lips close around my cockhead, which made me instantly place my hands on the sides of her face and pull her head back up. I begged her with my eyes.

Her own eyes carried a more determined look as her hands tightened their grip. But then, mercifully, it faded and she released my cock. "Fine." She stood. "If you really don't want me to."

*

I pretty much stayed in my room for the rest of the day as I nursed my hand, read and awkwardly jotted notes. In fact, the only time I came out, excluding the time I went to the bathroom, was when it was time for dinner. During which, Kirsten acted as if nothing weird had taken place earlier on as she spoke with Mom and told her about what happened with Craig. It was spooky, really. I couldn't help thinking my sister had the characteristics of a serial killer. She really should've thought of becoming a poker player.

Inside the kitchen, after Kirsten and I finished putting stuff away, she walked up to me and said, "Tick-tock, little brother. Courtney sent me a text message a few hours ago. She said she's coming to pick me up on Sunday. And since you told me you've fantasied about me for as long as you've fantasied about Mom...I thought I should let you know your window of opportunity's fading." She rubbed my crotch then walked off.

I decided not to sext with Mom or sneak to her room that night. I felt guilty about what had occurred and didn't think I could look her in the eye without spilling the beans. Should I have? I wasn't sure, but decided not to, because even though my sister was the aggressor, I felt I could've done more to stop her advances. Maybe I'll tell her after Kirsten leaves.

Chapter Twelve: Blind Man's Bluff

The next morning, I got to wake up later than normal. For the first time in weeks I didn't have a store I needed to be at. It felt good. I hadn't felt more rested in ages. I got up, did all the usual stuff in the bathroom and then came back into to my room to pull on black shorts, a blue shirt and slippers. It looked like a hot day outside. In fact, it was officially spring the next day. I headed to the kitchen for breakfast...or brunch.

My mother and Kirsten were nowhere to be seen. Since they didn't work on weekends, I wondered where they were as I made myself a bowl of cereal and choked it down. I soon found them. They turned out to be outside in the backyard. They lay on towels placed over two of the four lounge chairs by our pool - which I took care of - and wore bikinis as they baked in the sun.

Birds chirped, trees and flowers bloomed and the faint smell of chlorine was mixed into the wonderful scent of nature. Kirsten's bathing suit was black while Mom opted for the colour orange, sunglasses and a straw-hat. Need I say they looked sexy?

"So you finally decided to wake up," said Mom, pulling down her shades.

"Yep." I stretched my back.

"Do you have any plans for today?"

My head shook.

"So then why don't you join us in the sun?"

"Yea." My sister smiled mischievously. "If you like, I can even rub sunscreen on you like I did for Mom."

Mom gave Kirsten a strange look, but she didn't notice. I headed inside, pulled off my top and got a towel. Then I headed back to the girls, pulled a longue chair closer to Kirs', laid my towel down and reclined. I decided to apply my own sunscreen. I didn't trust my sister. I knew she'd do something inappropriate. For a while, we engaged in everyday conversation:

"Yay! Spring's here. I get to go back to short skirts and dresses."

"I'm writing my prelims in a couple of weeks."

"We're finally going to take that bastard down on Monday."

"When did you get those abs, Chris?"

"Hope we win the elections next year."

Then, inevitably, Kirsten said, "So when are we getting in the pool? The water looks nice."

"How 'bout now?" I said.

"You guys can do what you want...I'm staying dry."

"Oh, c'mon, Mom," said Sis, "don't be such a killjoy."

"I'll be whatever I want to be, young lady."

"We'll see about that." I got up and walked around the chairs.

"Christopher, no. Sit down." She squealed as I picked her up. "Put. Me. Down." She kicked and used her fists to gently pound my shoulder. "I'm your mother and will be listened to!" I walked over to the pool as Kirsten laughed. "Chris, please...I'll never forgive you if you do this."

"I'll take my chances." I shrugged then jumped in as she screamed.

When we floated back to the surface, Mom threw a venomous glare my way as her hat floated away. "I can't believe you did it."

I grinned. Then she splashed my face.

"Oh, this means war." I dived at her as she squealed.

"I'm coming to save you, Mom!" Kirsten splashed in, sending water over our heads as I picked our mother up and sent her back down. Then I felt my sister's hands on my shoulders as she dunked me. It was clear she'd chosen a side. I had to retaliate. I swam underneath her, placed my head between her legs and came up with her sitting on my shoulders. Kirsten laughed and screamed as I fell back and sent us in.

As I resurfaced, Mom fired off a dirty move by wiggling her fingers under my armpits. I burst into laughter then she pushed me under. I came up with her in my arms and sent her back in.

It all escalated into one giant splashing, dunking and tickling battle, which everybody felt the brunt of. It was a fun five minutes or so and reminded me of the old days when Dad was around. Except this time, I didn't have the old man on my side. But fought valiantly, nonetheless - even though my hand was still a little sore. I was much stronger than when Kirsten and I were kids and could throw her and Mom about with ease. They were lightweights.

But then Kirsten decided to betray her ally. As Mom tickled my ribs and drew laughter from me, she stopped with a gasp. I opened my eyes to find her with her hands over her tits as she faced her daughter, who stood behind her with her arm stretched above her head and an orange bikini top clutched in her hand, smiling from ear to ear.

"Kirsten, whose side are you on? Give me that back. I'm standing in front of my son."

"Oh, c'mon, Mom. It's not like he hasn't seen -"

I shot her a look that screamed; shut up!

"- them...on other women before."

Mom was quiet. "Yes, but I'm his mother. Now bring."

"They're just boobs." She swam away and tossed Mom's top onto a lounge chair. "If it'll make you feel better, I'll take mine off, too." She reached behind her back.

"Kirsten, stop it. Your brother can see you."

"So what? How come guys get to show off their chests and we can't?" She pulled off her top and out spilt her tits. Oh me oh my, they looked good; full, firm and perky, with half-inch nipples and poker chip sized areoles a darker shade than Mom's. Unsurprisingly, my cock swelled.

"Have you lost your mind?"

That sounded like a genuine question.

"C'mon, Mom, he's a grown man. We're not gonna damage him." She swam about, doing the backstroke.

Mom turned her attention to me. I gave her an it's-no-big-deal shrug. She removed her hands from her chest and we joined Kirsten in swimming around the pool. There was no more fun and games after the girls' boobs were out. Although, it was a fun game to steal glances. I got caught by Kirsten a couple times, but she said nothing. In fact, nobody said anything. It was a little awkward, but only lasted about five minutes before Mom got out the pool and sat on its deck:

"So what are we having for lunch?"

My sister and I could come up with no answers.

"I've been cooking for you guys all week - not today." Her head shook.

"Hey, I helped you the last two nights."

"What if we ordered a pizza?" I said.

"Ooooo, that sounds good...and a few beers to go with it."

"We don't have beers," said our mother.

"It's called a bottle store, Mom. Me and Chris can go to one and buy the pizza while we're at it."

"Better make it two, or three. 'Cause it'll be your supper, too."

"How 'bout it, little bro?" She faced me as her tits rose and submerged. "You up for a ride?"

*

Once we were dressed up - if you can call a bikini top, denim shorts and sandals "dressed up" - we got into the car and pulled on our seat belts. But I needed to say something to Kirsten before we left, "Kirs, why're you being so aggressive with Mom?"

"I'm only trying to have fun some fun, little brother."

I hated it when she used her little girl voice. I thought it made her sound more slutty than innocent. "Yea, but, take it down a notch, would you. She's not as crazy as you are."

She smiled. "Yea right. Want me to suck you off while you drive us to the store?"

I sighed and started the car.

"Tick-tock, little brother."

*

When we got to the pizza spot, we ordered two triple-decker pizzas, with meat crammed into the crust. We then walked to the bottle store, where I pulled two six-packs of beer out the fridge. For some reason, Kirsten also pulled a bottle of vodka off the shelf. I gave her a what-are-you-doing look.

"Don't worry...I'll pay for it." She shrugged.

When our pizzas were done, we got back into the car, drove to a gas station to top up Mom's tank and then headed home. I placed six of the beers in the fridge as Kirsten placed one of the pizzas in the oven. We then headed outside and discovered Mom had lain a yellow tablecloth over our patio's table. She'd also put down plates, glasses and a bottle of wine.

Once we got into our seats, we broke out the beer, opened the pizza box and pulled out slices as we got back to small talk. Since Mom wasn't a fan of beer, her wine quenched her thirst. I have to come clean; I too wasn't a fan of its taste and had to go back inside to get a bottle of Sprite to dilute it in a glass, which I knew tasted decent. Somewhat surprisingly, Kirsten didn't ridicule me for this. I expected an "OMG, you're such a girl" comment. But she said nothing. I guessed her mean-big-sister days were really behind her.

"So, yea, Courtney's coming to pick me up at around eleven."

"Oh." Our mother thought. "Okay...It'll be sad to see you leave. I've really enjoyed having you back in the house."

"Awwww, don't worry, Mommy. I promise I'll come to visit you more than I used to."

"I hope so."

"It's nice to see you guys have patched things up."

They smiled as they faced me. Then Kirsten's eyes became misty. "Okay, okay" - she took a swig - "enough of this sad talk. This's my last night here. Let's have some fun. How 'bout we play a drinking game?"

Mom looked reluctant and so was I, but how could we deny her on her last night?

"Fine," said Mom. "What do you propose we play?"

"Blind. Man's. Bluff."

"What the hell's that?" I said.

"It's a kind of poker game - I think it's more well-known as Indian Poker. It's really easy to play - all we need is a pack of cards. Each player gets one and holds it against their forehead for everybody else to see but her...or him. Then the dealer, which will be me, counts to five and if you think you've got a higher card than your opponents', keep it. If you fold, you have to take a shot of alcohol. If you stay in and win, you don't have to drink. But if you lose, then you have to take three shots."

"Kirsten, that sounds like the craziest drinking game ever," said Mom. "I don't want to get as drunk as it sounds like it'll make me."

Kirsten mulled. "Okay, then what if we changed the rules by saying if you don't drink, you have to do a dare the other players give you."

Mom also mulled. "Okay, fine," she sighed. "Where's the alcohol?"

"I'll go get it." Kirsten beamed as she stood. "Chris, go find us a pack of cards." She ran off.

"You know this is a mistake, right?" I raised my eyebrows and Mom shrugged. I grabbed a slice of pizza, headed to my room and rummaged inside all my drawers until I found the deck of cards my boss gave me. She used to love giving all her employees weird gifts whenever we had to go see her; fuzzy pens, Rubik's cubes, monocles, etcetera. She was a nice lady, but a little strange.

When I got back outside, I noticed Kirsten had put down and topped up six shot glasses and had placed her blue bottle of vodka next to them. I handed her the cards as I took my seat. She removed the jokers and smiled as she shuffled the rest of the deck. Then she asked if we were ready - to which we nodded - and placed a facedown card in front of each of us. She told us not to cheat by peeking and to lift our cards and place them against our foreheads.

There were grins all around as we examined one another's cards. Mom had a seven of diamonds while Kirsten held a five of clubs. I was sure I had them beat. Kirsten started her slow count. Then, when she reached "three," she folded, but Mom stayed resolute and wore a subtle smile.

Shit. I'm gonna lose. But no. I couldn't fold. I was sure I had her seven beat. When my sister reached "five" she told us put our cards down. I groaned and the girls laughed when I saw I had the deuce of spades. Why was I so confident?

"Alright, little bro. I have to take one shot and you have to take three...Or do you want us to give you a dare instead?"

"Nah, I'll take my punishment like a man." I tilted my head left then right and downed my shots, causing me to cough and the girls to cheer. Once Kirsten drank hers, she refilled the glasses and dealt the second hand.

This time, Sis had a jack of spades and Mom had an eight of hearts. She folded as soon as Kirsten said "one," which made me focus on my sister. She showed no sign of backing down. I wonder what I had and I felt I should fold. I mean, she did have a strong card and an even stronger poker face. But there was something about the look in Mom's eyes when she glanced my way. Fuck it. If I lose, I lose.

My heart pounded when Kirs reached "four." It almost felt as if we were two crazy drivers, playing a game of Chicken, neither willing to give up right of way. But then, Kirsten clucked by folding right before she had to say "five." I took a look at my card and saw I had the queen of hearts. My sneaky little sister tried to bluff me. And it probably would've worked, had it not been for Mom. I grinned as I watched them knock back their shots.

The game went on with each of us refusing to accept a dare as the level of vodka in the bottle slowly lowered. But then, once we all reached our tipsy limit, it basically turned into a game of dares - whenever someone had to take three shots.

Mom was the first to accept a dare after Kirsten beat her with a ten of spades. I took my shot. Then my sister and I quietly conferred. We decided to start off light and told Mom all she had to do was jump back into the pool. She shrugged, stood and dived into the water.
Then came the time Mom and I got to give Kirsten a dare, and I knew her kryptonite. I got up, jogged to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of hot sauce. There was only about a fifth of it left and we told Kirsten to finish it. She gave us a reluctant look. Then she looked at the shot glasses and said, "Fine."

She picked up the hot sauce and chugged it down with immense difficulty. It took her five or six attempts to get the job done. After which, her eyes watered as she fanned her mouth. "I'm so gonna make you guys pay for that."

I was the next to accept a dare after I too lost to Kirsten. The girls huddled up. Then, with both of them wearing goofy smiles, my sister said, "Show us your ass."

I stared. You've got to be joking.

"Hey, you got to see our boobs," said Kirs. "Now show us your butt."

Mom burst into laughter.

I supposed it was fair. I got up, turned around and mooned them for a few seconds to whoops and a "nice ass" compliment. Silly dares continued to be dished out:

"Go roll on the grass."

"Tickle yourself."

"Twerk, Mommy, twerk!"

"Suck my big toe."

Then there was a crazy round where no one folded before Kirsten reached "five" and she beat us with a nine, which caused an inward groan. She thought long and hard as she tried to come up with a two-way punishment. I was nervous about what she'd say; with neither Mom or I by her side to mediate her, it could've been anything. It turned out to be worse than I expected:

"You guys get to spend the next hour completely naked."

"Kir-"

"Nooo." She raised her hand at Mom. "I won and rules are rules. Now strip or drink - I told you I'd pay you back for the hot sauce."

Mom looked at me with concern. I could see she really didn't want to drink. She hated getting hammered. I was prepared to take the shots, but in an attempt to make the dare easier for Mom, I stood, removed my shirt and pushed my shorts around my ankles before I sat and kicked my them away. Looking a little more at ease, Mom followed suit by removing her towel, bikini top and bottoms.

"I always wondered what it would be like to live with a family of nudists." Kirsten smiled. "Here, let me join you guys." She reached behind her back.

*

Later on, as I lay in bed, I was horny as hell. There's no other way to put it. I hadn't had an orgasm in nearly two days and visions of my naked mother and sister haunted me. I had a permanent erection during our hour of nudity and it took every ounce of strength I had not to get up and attack one of them.

Fuck. I stroked my cock with my left hand in my shorts and checked the time on my phone. It was only eight, which was too early to sneak to Mom's room, but I was too wound up to care. Plus, the had alcohol had taken its toll.

I crept to my door, slowly opened it and stuck my head out to discover the coast was clear. I crept down the hallway and pushed open Mom's door. She wasn't inside, but I heard her shower running. I stepped in, closed the door and stripped. Then I jumped onto the bed and lay down facing her bathroom door, gently stroking my erection.

When Mom emerged, she looked a little shocked. But then she smiled. "Are you looking for a little help with that?"

I nodded, smiling back. She dropped her towel, open a drawer and pulled on a dark blue thong. Then she climbed onto the bed and struck me with the sweet smell of her soap. "We're only one more day away before I can let you back in my pussy." She locked our lips as she grasped my erection. Man, it felt good to be with her again. I pulled her closer as I pushed my tongue into her mouth.

Mom and I made out for a little while as she slowly stroked my cock and I kneaded her one ass cheek. Then she pulled her head back with a smile. She got on her hands and knees, crawled backwards and dropped her head, taking my glans into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it and I sighed.

She pushed her head lower and took me deeper, causing my eyes to close. She kept my cockhead in her throat for a few seconds without choking. Then she pulled up until her lips were back around glans. Her head bobbed at a medium pace. It was a glorious minute or so. Then she suddenly stopped when we heard, "Mommy, you bad girl..."

Chapter Thirteen: A Wild Night

As Mom popped me from her mouth, I opened my eyes to see Kirsten as naked as a new born, with her pink pyjamas and black top on the floor. "...Sucking your son's cock. And you gave me such a hard time for showing him my boobs in the pool." She climbed onto the bed.

Mom looked mortified.

"Don't worry, Mom. I'm not judging you." Kirsten shook her head and placed a hand on the back of our mother's. "I think it's hot."

Mom stared at Kirsten with terror in her eyes. But then, as if something registered, she allowed her daughter to slowly push her head back towards my cock.

"That's it, Mommy...Suck on that bad boy."

Our mother parted her lips and slowly took me back into the depths of her mouth. I had no clue what was going on, but my cock still to twitched in Mom's throat. She got back to bobbing her head as Kirsten stroked her hair and watched, smiling. Then she leaned closer. "Would you like me to help you with that, Mom?" My sister pushed her tongue inside her ear, eliciting a moan.

Tell me I'm not dreaming.

Mom pulled up until only my glans remained. As she sucked on it, Kirsten placed her tongue at the side and base of my cock. She slid it upwards until she licked the corner of Mom's mouth and then her cheek. Mom bobbed her head again then tilted it and ran her tongue down the front of my shaft. Kirsten pounced by taking my cockhead into her mouth. My eyes shut and I groaned. Was I dead?

She ran her pouty lips up and down the first half of my cock as Mom slid her tongue lower. I spread my legs for her and she took in my testicles and gently sucked on them as my sister's head bobbed lower and lower. This was far beyond any of my wildest fantasies. Mom and Kirs, using their mouths on me, at same time! I was sure I was in heaven.

The only thing that kept me in check was the slightly painful sensation of my sister's teeth. She clearly wasn't as good at giving head as Mom - in fact, she sort of reminded me of my ex - but I'd be a damn liar if I said I wanted her to stop. Which she didn't, until Mom slid my balls from her mouth and slid her tongue back up shaft. Kirsten moved to the side and allowed Mom to take my cockhead back in as she brushed the top side of her tongue up and down the side of my length.

Mom and Sis took turns in sucking my glans and licking the rest of my shaft, along with balls. It was interesting to watch how they went about it. It was almost as if they had practice in the art of synchronized-head. The thought made me smile, but I knew it wasn't true.

Next, Kirsten placed her hands on both sides of Mom's head and pulled her in for a passionate looking kiss. "You're so hot, Mom." Kirs kissed her again, pushing her tongue inside her mouth and making my insides tremble. "No wonder Chris's fucking you." She merged their lips once more.

After a few seconds, my sister pulled back, pushed Mom's head back onto my cock and crawled behind her. As Mom's head bobbed, she hooked her fingers into the string-like waistband of our mother's thong and pulled it down her ass and legs. Then her face disappeared. Mom gasped and whimpered with my cock deep in her mouth. "Do you like the feeling of my tongue up your cunt, Mommy?" Kirsten smiled.

Mom moaned and kept bobbing her head.

"Jeez, you're soaked. And you should really do something about this hair." I smiled as Kirsten's head moved back in, causing Mom to moan again, which went on for a couple minutes. Once my sister's full head reappeared, she crawled to Mom's side and said in her ear, "Don't you wanna ride his cock for me, Mommy? I really wanna see what it looks like."

Mom moaned and popped me from her lips. She pulled her thong off the rest of the way and straddled me. Her tits hung over my face. Kirsten grabbed one and gave its nipple a squeeze as she grasped my shaft and placed the tip of it against Mom's opening. Mom pushed her frame back and took me all the way in as she groaned. It felt good to be back inside my first home. She gently rocked her hips to and fro as she moaned.

Kirsten crawled back behind her. Then I felt her breath on my balls. "So this's what it's like to see a cock going inside a vagina up close...It's kinda hot." I felt Kirsten's tongue run up my testicles and the base of my cock. Mom gasped and stopped riding me as she looked back at her daughter. "What's wrong, Mom? You've never had your asshole licked before?"

"Mmmmm." Mom closed her eyes then grinded on my crotch.

I ached to see what my sister did to her. From what she said, it sounded like something I might've paid to do so in the flesh. After a little while, Kirsten's face peaked over Mom's shoulder. She grabbed our mother's jiggling tits and rolled her nipples between her thumbs and middle fingers as she licked and sucked her neck.

Then she said in Mom's ear, "Can I have a try?"

For a few seconds, Mom sat still. Then her hips rose and my cock slid from her. She lay beside me and Kirsten climbed over me, standing on her knees. She grasped my erection and lowered her frame, sliding my glans inside her as our mother watched and pitched her nipples. Kirsten dropped lower as her smooth pussy engulfed my cock, causing my eyes to close as she said, "Aaahhh...little brother...so good."

When she got me all the way in, she placed her hands on my chest then pushed herself up until only my glans remained. Then her hips dropped and she rode me, slightly faster and harder than Mom, as she moaned, groaned and quietly used her term of endearment for me.

I pushed myself further back until my upper back rested against the headboard. I raised my hands and cupped her C cups, which I'd been dying to do since we were in the pool. They felt amazing in my palms. They were silk-skinned water balloons, filled with a squishy substance that can only be described as an oxymoron.

I tweaked her nipples with my thumbs and forefingers. Then I took her left nipple between my lips, sucked and ran my tongue around it. I brushed my tongue up the length of her entire tit, then moved to the other to suck on it, too. Damn, Mom and Sis tasted good.

Kirs kept bouncing on my lap, but then I felt a change of positions was in order. I placed my hands under her underarms and rolled to the side. I united our mouths and pushed my tongue past her lips as I withdrew my hips and drove myself back in, causing my sister to moan into my mouth.

It felt a little strange kissing someone other than Mom. But considering the circumstances, I didn't think she'd mind. In fact, I know she didn't, because the smell of pineapples soon filled my nose as I felt Mom's head beside ours. I tilted my head and Mom's lips joined ours for a few seconds. This was yet another first.

I pulled my head back and let the girls go at it as I thrust my way into Kirsten. Mom's mouth muffled her groans. Fuck, they're sexy. In fact, they caused me to drive my way into Kirsten a little more energetically, causing her to groan into Mom's mouth with each thrust. The sound incited my orgasm to come rushing in.

It was surprising I'd managed to last this long. But I suspected the alcohol might've had something to do with it. I thrust my hips one last time and was overcome by glorious bliss as my shaft throbbed and unloaded two days' worth of semen into my sister. As my leg muscles tightened, the back of my one thigh cramped up. It was painful, but oddly felt nice mixed with my climax. I fell to the side and lay next to my sister as I stretched my leg.

Kirsten placed her hands on the side of Mom's head and broke their kiss. "Mommy, Christopher came inside me," she sounded as if I'd taken one of her toys. "Aren't you worried about him knocking me up?" She pouted.

Mom crawled between Kirsten's legs, dropped her head and placed her entire mouth over her daughter's pussy.

"That's it, Mommy" - Kirsten played with our mother's golden locks - "suck it all out."

Watching and listening kept my erection intact.

Mom gulped, licked her way up Kirsten's labia and took her clit between her lips. Sis groaned as her breathing deepened. I cupped her breast furthest from me and kneaded it as I sucked in the nipple on her other breast. Then I heard Kirs groan, "Chris - mmm - go fuck Mom while she - aaahh - she-she eats me."

I sucked hard on her nipple as a goodbye kiss as Kirsten kept groaning. Then I made my way behind Mom, grasped my cock and pushed the first third of it past her labia. I placed my hands on her hips and eased myself the rest of the way in. Mom moaned into Kirsten's pussy has my pelvis met her buttocks. I was right the week before; this was definitely my favourite position.

I withdrew, re-entered Mom and kept at it at a slow place. I didn't want to disturb the pussy munching which took place before me. Since Mom's head was in the way, I couldn't get a good look of what she did to Kirsten, exactly, but my sister looked and sounded like she was in a world of bliss. With her eyes shut, her head moved about as she used both hands to squeeze and knead her tits.

Then her back arched, faced scrunched tightly and mouth dropped open as if someone hit the mute button as she screamed. Her body shook and she loosened the grip she had on her tits. She lay still as her chest heaved. "Mommy," she mouthed.

I'd been so captivated by my sister I'd stopped pushing my way into Mom. She removed her head from Kirsten's crotch as she looked me in the eye and then dropped her gaze to where our bodies were joined. I withdrew my hips and pushed my erection back in.

Mom shook her head. I didn't have a clue what she wanted. She placed her hand on my stomach and pushed me until my glans popped out her. She grasped my cock and pulled me in, squashing my glans against her rosebud.

I raised my head. "Don't you need lube or something for this?"

"Mm-mm." Her head shook as she pulled my cock a little harder. I removed her hand and grasped my shaft. It was coated in pussy juice, but to be on the safe side, I brushed my tip all over her sphincter, smearing it in pre-cum. Then I dropped a string of saliva between her butt cheeks, grabbed her hips and thrust my own.

"Aaahhh." Mom arched her back as her ass opened up, swallowed cockhead and constricted. It felt wondrous.

"What're you guys doing?" Kirsten crawled over and placed her head over the small of Mom's back. "Oh my God. Mommy" - she turned her head, smiling - "you're taking it in the ass!"

Our mother moaned as I slowly pushed my way in. Excluding my erection, my body felt as if it melted. I couldn't help suspecting Mom had gotten me hooked on anal. Kirsten placed her chin above Mom's ass cheeks. "Fuck, you guys are hot." She stretched out her tongue, making its tip slide up my cock.

Once my pelvis was pressed against mom's ass cheeks, I withdrew and crammed myself back in. Kirsten got back to her dirty talk, smiling her entire way through it, "Does it feel good, Mom?...Getting fucked in the ass by your son?...I bet it does. Who knew you were such a naughty girl?"

Mom moaned and got on her left forearm as her right hand went between her legs and moved it back and forth.

"You're gonna cum, aren't you?...You're gonna cum with a nice thick cock up your asshole. Is that what you want, Mom? To cum with your baby boy's cock in your ass?...I bet you do. If you answer me truthfully...I might suck Chris' spunk out your ass after he's done...Is that what you want, Mommy?"

"Aaaahhh." Mom's hand moved faster. Then she mumbled.

"What was that?...I can't hear, Mom?"

"Mmmmmm - yyyyeesss," she groaned, causing my hips to quicken by a notch.

"Well, then, you better make it quick. 'Cause Chris looks like he could burst at any second."

I was pretty sure that was a bluff. Nevertheless, Mom's moved hand faster. But then it stopped and she got on both forearms. Soon Kirs and I heard an, "NNNNNUUUUUHhHHH!" And I felt Mom's rectum repeatedly clenched around my erection as she shuddered, causing my cock to lurch. Then it pulsated as I groaned and euphoria swept over me.

Once the contents of my testicles were drained, I pulled and popped my cock from Mom's sweet derrière. She fell forward and lay on her stomach, back rising and crashing. Kirsten smiled as she grabbed my half-rigid erection. "I've always wanted to try this." She dropped her head and took me in her mouth, looking me in the eye with her ocean blues.

My head tilted as I raised my brows.

She pulled me out. "What?" Her shoulders rose. "Some of us have porn star fantasies. And I want you inside me while I take care of Mom - I don't want a dirty cock in my pussy. Plus, I can always brush my teeth in the morning." She shrugged and took my cock back in her mouth as I shook my head.

With my cock on the flaccid side of life, she easily engulfed the entire appendage and bathed it with her tongue and lips as she looked me in the eye. Oh my. I'd managed to get my cock back up more than twice on many occasions while on the internet. But watching my beautiful sister going ATM with that cute look in her eyes brought my cock back to life quicker than my horniest of years.

I slowly swelled between her jaws, causing Kirsten to scrape me with her teeth. She bobbed her head one last time, managing to get my full length in her mouth and glans in her throat for a few seconds before she gagged and pulled back. Then she smiled and turned to face Mom, who was still on her stomach. I had to move back a bit to give Kirsten some space, hanging my feet off the bed.

Kirsten placed her hands on Mom's butt cheeks and slowly spread them, causing her rear hole gape a little. Milky fluid could be seen inside. "Here's your reward for taking it like a champ, Mom." She dived in, placing her mouth over our mother's rear hole.

"Oooooooo!" Mom howled in a croaky voice as her neck snapped back.

Placing my left hand on her lower back, I planted my left foot by the side of Kirsten and grasped my cock. I slotted my glans inside her. Then, as I heard my sister swallow, I took hold of her hips and sent my cock all the way inside her as her head dropped back down, extracting a moan from Mom. I sawed my cock between Kirsten's moist labia, picking up speed as minutes ticked by.

Eventually, she stopped working on Mom and groaned each time our flesh collided. She timed my rhythm and pushed her ass back to connect with my pelvis, increasing the force as she said, "Oooh...Chris."

Then she let out a loud cry as the walls of her pussy contracted. My goodness, it felt amazing. In fact, it caused my third orgasm to advance at once. I tightened the grip on my sister's hips as her cry continued. I trust one last time and groaned as I set my semen loose.

What a night.

Chapter Fourteen: Until We're Together Again

The next morning, I woke up lying between the girls. Kirsten's head lay on my chest while Mom's was on my right arm. I had no clue when we got under the cover. I closed my eyes and recollected on the previous night. If it wasn't for my sister's naked body snuggled against me, I probably would've thought it was a dream. I honestly felt lottery winners had nothing on me. Which is a little funny, considering how this whole story began. But I guessed the universe always found a way to balance things out.

Minutes later, Kirsten stirred, causing my eyes to open. Her voice gravelled, "Morning, little brother."

"Moring, Sis."

She groaned as she arched her back. Then she placed her hand on the other side of my chest and yawned. "I knew I'd find a way to fuck you."
I laughed. "Well played."

"Whoa...little bro...Who knew you could handle two women?"

"Not me."

She laughed softly. "Although, you can't take all the credit. Me and Mom put work in, too."

"True."

Soon, Mom also stirred. Then her eyes fluttered open.

"Morning, Mommy."

"Moring, hon." She yawned. "What time is it?"

Kirsten turned over and reached for the nightstand to pick up Mom's phone. "Shit. Courtney should be here in two hours. I really should go get ready." She got out the bed then faced us. "Chris...don't you wanna help me in the shower with something?"

"Uhh." I looked at Mom.

"Go ahead." She shrugged.

I pulled off the cover and got out the bed. Kirsten took me by the hand and lead us through the door and to our bathroom. She turned the shower on and since we were already naked, all we had to do was step in.

"So you're really leaving, huh?" I said as I scrubbed her back.

"Yep." She nodded. "Living with you and Mom's been fun, but I can't stay with you guys forever...Plus, I can see you take your weird relationship with her pretty seriously. And I don't wanna be a third wheel."

"Hmm." I got down on one knee and took care of Kirsten's cute little butt and long legs. "It's a little funny you should say that, 'cause a few days ago I couldn't wait for you to leave. But now..." I sighed.

"Don't worry, little brother. Like I told Mom yesterday, I'm gonna come and visit you guys." She spun, grabbed the scrubber and applied it to my chest.

I wondered if she'd keep that promise as I grabbed her coconut shampoo and squeezed it into her hair. I massaged my fingertips into her skull as Kirsten washed me. Once we let the water rinse away the suds, my sister grabbed the bar of soap, lathered her hand and manipulated my shaft and balls. My eyes closed as I hummed. Then I swelled in her firm grasp.

"Well look who decided to wake up and play," she said as she let the water rinse me.

"Be careful, Sis. Mom's not here to save you like she did last night. In fact, now that I think about it, she didn't suck out the second load I put in you...You worried?"

She shook her head, smiling. "Nope. I'm on the pill...I just wanted to see if she'd do it."

"You're twisted."

"And that's why you love me." She got down on one knee, took my glans between her lips and bobbed her mouth up and down the first quarter of my cock as her hand took care of the rest. With her looking me in the eye, I thought the skin on my shaft would soon tear. My sister really knew how to push a guy's buttons. She pulled me from her mouth. "Do you know why I invited you in here with me?"

"To do this?"

She shook her head with a smile. "Yes and no." Kirsten stood and placed her mouth by my ear. "I want you to do to me what you did to Mom last night." She smiled in my face.

I wasn't sure what she meant. Then it hit me. "Ooh."

"I haven't done it with anybody before...and I thought it'd be something nice, and special to share with you alone before I leave."

I wasn't sure what to say.

"I'm not a pro like Mom, so I think we're gonna need lube or something."

"Ummm, okay." I thought. The lube was right there in my room, but it felt a planet away. Then something came to mind. I smiled, stepped out the shower and opened the cupboard under the sink. There it was. I pulled out the small white leather bag - another one of my boss's gifts. I unzipped it and pulled out a small bottle of body lotion. Thank you, Anna.

I stepped back into the shower and showed it to Kirsten. She smiled, spun and placed her hands on the wall. I placed the lotion on the shower's ledge, grabbed the bar of soap and got down on one knee. I pulled Kirsten's one cheek away from the other then ran the bar up and down the cleft of her ass.

Once I felt it was spick and span, I moved aside, keeping her one cheek away from its twin, and let the water hose her down. I placed the soap on its ledge then used both hands to part her cheeks. Man, her darkish little rosebud looked good.

I'm not sure what came over me, but the next thing I knew, my face moved in and tongue circled around her sphincter. "Mmmmm." Kirsten's head fell back as I looked up. "I thought I was the only one who liked to do that. Aahhhh."

I swirled my tongue around her rosebud. I wasn't sure what I expected, but with Sis all soaped up and rinsed down, the tangy flavour was much better than I thought it would be. Once my primal needs were sated, I grabbed the lotion and uncapped it as I stood. I squirted some onto my forefinger, parted Kirsten's ass cheeks and circled my fingertip on her sphincter. I squirted some more into my palm and ran it up and down my erection.

I placed my chin over Kirsten's shoulder. "Are you ready?"

"I think so." She nodded. I grasped my shaft, slid my glans between her cheeks and pushed it against her backdoor. Then I trust my hips. "Aaaahh!" she squealed and tensed up, making me immediately stop.

"Ssshhhhh" - I stroked her hair, then whispered, "relax."

Kirsten took a deep breath and exhaled. "Okay...I'm ready."

I squirted more lotion into my palm and ran it up and down my cock, but tried to grease up my glans a bit more. I placed my tip back against her backdoor and chin over her shoulder. "Relax." I slowly pushed my hips then felt my cockhead ease into her.

"Mmmmmmmmmm."

Her peaceful moan told me she'd taken my advice. I slowly squeezed my way in. Boy, was she tight. Even with the help of the lotion, my cock was in a vice grip. The push of my cock continued, causing Kirs to moan, and once my pelvis reached her cheeks, I stopped. "Well done. You took me all the way in."

"Mmmmhhh...It feels like I sat on a baseball racket."

I laughed. "You really suck at sports trivia you, you know?"

"Okay, little brother, stop messing around...I wanna feel you sliding in and out of me."

Yes, ma'am. I placed my hands on her hips and withdrew my own until only my cockhead remained. Fuck, it looked good. I stretched an arm out for the almost finished lotion, coated my cock once more and then pushed myself back in, causing both of us to groan. After about two minutes of slowly entering and exiting Kirs as I forced out lotion, I felt she'd gotten used to my girth.

I picked up the speed to a medium pace, causing my sister to moan and groan loader. I didn't go balls deep with each thrust. I only sawed the middle section of my shaft between her sphincter, which did wonders in stimulating me. When I felt Kirsten's rear hole tighten and release my cock, I slowly thrust my cock all the way in. I tightened the grip I had on her hips and groaned as my cock thumped and insides rippled.

Fuck. That was good. I exhaled.

Then I withdrew my cock and popped my glans from her rear hole, which instantly sealed and kept my semen in. Kirsten spun. "You've been in all my holes, little brother...No other guy can say that." Her head shook. I smiled and pull her in for a kiss.

We got back to washing each other and once we were done, we turned off the water and stepped out. I grabbed a towel, dried her off and let her wrap herself around it as I got my own. Then there was a small pushing match over the mirror as we brushed our teeth. Eventually, I laughed and let her have it. I was really going to miss my sister.

Once I entered my room, and Kirsten entered her own, I got into some clothes and headed to the kitchen. Mom was there, dressed in khaki shorts and a vest. She made waffles and fired up the coffee machine. I pulled her in and gave her a deep kiss.

"What was that for?" She showed off her teeth.

"Being amazing."

"Okay, Romeo, sit down...What took you guys so long?"

"Umm...Kirsten wanted to give...anal sex a try."

"Oh...okay." She chuckled then shook her head. "Like mother like daughter."

Once "daughter" arrived, we all sat at the table and discussed the location of Kirsten's new address as we ate. It was a twenty to thirty minutes' drive away and was in a decent area. Even though it felt as if we were at a funeral, we all managed to smile our way through the conversation. After which, we headed to Kirsten's room and slowly helped her pack up her stuff as she ran back and forth between her room and the bathroom, collecting her toiletries.

"Jeez, would you guys cheer up...I said I'm coming back."

Mom and I smiled weakly.

Just as Kirsten zipped up her last bag, her phone went off in her pocket. She pulled it out and talked with the person on the other side of the line. "Yea, guys, that was Courtney. She said she's right around the corner and will be here in two minutes."

I picked up both of her heaviest bags and walked out the door until I reached the driveway. The girls were right behind me with the rest of Kirsten's belongings. After a little while of waiting, Courtney's car arrived at the gate and Kirsten opened for her with her control. We all greeted Courtney before I grabbed my sister's bags and placed them into the trunk.

After Courtney got into the driver's seat, Kirsten opened her door and looked back at us with a smile. "I'm really gonna miss you guys."

I smiled as Mom said, "We'll miss you, too, honey."

Kirsten walked to her and gave her a hug. "Thanks for being such a great mom, Mommy."

Once they broke their long embrace, Kirsten leaped at me, throwing her arms around my neck and squeezed tightly. I wrapped my arms around her waist. She whispered, "Even though I didn't always show it...I've always loved you, little brother."

"A small part of me knew that." I shrugged.

She chuckled. "You're a good brother...I'm glad I gave you my butt virginity." I too chuckled. "Oh, and don't worry about me telling Courtney or anybody else about you and Mom. Your secret's safe with me...Be good to her - she's a good woman, and you'll never do better than her...Plus, if you ever hurt her, I promise I'll sneak into your room and cut your dick off in your sleep."

I chuckled. "Don't worry."

"It'll also be nice knowing I've got your spunk in my ass while I'm with Courtney for the next few hours...That'll be our little secret." She gave me a kiss on the cheek before we broke the hug. She walked to the car, placed her foot inside and took one last look at us as Courtney brought her engine to life. Kirsten's eyes watered as she said, "I love you guys."

"We love you, too, Sis." I placed an arm around Mom's shoulders and pulled her in to comfort her.

Kirsten sat, closed the door and pulled on her seatbelt before Courtney backed out of the driveway. It hit me the hardest she was really leaving as I watched. I think a small part of me expect her to be joking. But that wasn't so. Mom and I walked to the middle of the driveway. As the car turned, Kirsten stuck her arm out the window and waved. We waved back. Then Courtney hooted and they were gone.

Mom and I walked inside and closed the door.

"Well, well...alone again, aren't we, Jane?"

"Why yes, we are, sir." She removed her shoes with a smile. "It's been a while."

"True...But it's been fun having Kirsten around." I removed my shirt.

"I know." Jane pulled off her vest. "I'm really going to miss her." She reached behind her back. "And she kinda left me a little hungry for another threesome." Her tits spilt out.

"Really, now?"

"Uh-huh." She nodded, smiling, and unbuttoned her shorts.

"If Kirsten doesn't keep her promise...we could always give Rochelle try." I pushed my pants around my ankles.

"Hmmmmm...maybe." She hooked her thumbs into her shorts and thong then brought her pussy into view. My cock rose as I stepped out my pants and slippers. It longed to re-enter her. "We'll see what happens. But for now, I want you all to myself." She stepped forward and gave me one of those kisses that made my chest burn. Then she grasped my cock and led me to her bedroom.

I honestly loved my sister with all my heart, hoped she'd be back soon, and sex with her was fucking awesome. But it felt good to be alone again with my someone special.

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