Prologue
The shout was almost deafening to the fifteen, almost xvi years old boy, and his hand, about to grab and pet the turgid breast cringed as if bitten by a Scorpio the Scorpion, his face was a masque of confusion, as he sent a looking of heartbroken bemusement to his mother, not understanding the reason for such a rough cry. He was just trying to do what he thought, both of them, his thirty five years old mother and he wanted, what she had been causing with her permanent wave and mercilessly erotic and sexualy charged flirting in recent months with her son.
"WHAT THE screwing HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING ? YOU PERVERT"
His female parent, a very gorgeous and beautiful woman was the centre of his aspiration and the crusade of his undesirable perm nocturnal emissions.
"null, I…I…I have just thought…"
"What did you think you thought you little pervert, trying to get a feel and fascinate your female parent that way"
"I…I…I am dingy mom…..I. I. I… just…."stammered the boy, and with a sob darted away. He ran, ran, and ran out and away from home, his mother's cry, which he loved with a desperate mania, piercing his tympanum in her disdain and rejection. He did blaspheme himself never ; never again would he be in a position so humiliating with any woman, least of all with his mother. While the tears flowed freely down his nerve he promised himself never, never again be humiliated in this way by any somebody in the whole world.


1 )
It was a night and stormy night several month later. Rain and slate was coming down in sheets and wind instrument was sweeping it around furiously. room access and windows were trembling against the onslaught of both air and water on the dilapidated house where some male child and early street the great unwashed had taken asylum ; President Pierce Bridgeport, because of the resulting frigidness was almost sick.
It was a terrible dark. The blanket over him was not thickset enough to observe the frigidity from seeping in and the small brazier next to his sleeping mattress on the trading floor was too watery to keep anything quick. There wasn't rut, only a small comfort in the dim red luminescence coming from the few, almost burned out coals, overshadowed every now and then by the bright lightning in the skies
He was counting his heartbeats to keep his attention away from the roaring boom and to occupy his thoughts with something other than the weather and remembering of his parents, mostly of his mother ; and of his fond bed and comfortable elbow room in what he now thought of as his former and lost forever family. At sixteen class old, and protected from the worst aspect of life, nature's ferocity was unsettling to say the least.
Somewhere along the way, in the wee hours of the night, the common cold became even more biting, when his dead body started to thrill in an elbow grease to instinctively warm itself, he realized that the red gleam from the brazier was no more. coal had gone and there were only ash. He curled himself into as plastered a foetal spatial relation as he could ; wrapped himself from all around to minimize the moth-eaten coming inside the cover and started praying. nighttime was more than half way over and the rain was n't showing any signs of subsiding and he started dreaming.
# # # #
They were at the poolside, mother's beautiful tanned trunk dressed in a so skimpy Bikini she didn't ever use when father was around or when they went as a class to the beach.

Natasha Bridgeport stretched her recollective, slender eubstance on the vast towel, the hot sun heating her. She rested her facial expression on crossed arms, her smoldering eyes hidden behind dark glasses. Her rich luxuriant blonde white hair moved lazily in the slight breeze of the hot afternoon. Sitting at her side of meat, her Lester Willis Young son President Pierce was pouring tanning oil onto her back, rubbing it into her satiny flesh ; his paw felt good on her skin, the behind way they moved up and down from her shoulders to her skimpy Bikini bottom. She had untied her hangman's rope, not wanting to have a tell-tale strip of white on her shape. It was bad enough she had to tire out the behind, as it was.

Natasha would have preferred to cause been nude statue, completely naked to the beam of the midday sun. But she certainly couldn't strip off on her son side, could she ? Even without people around. She didn't like going to the public beach much, it was better for her purpose be at the bedside puddle on her backyard. She murmured softly as Franklin Pierce's handwriting kept up their social movement, massaging her flesh gently, almost too lightly. She shifted her shoulder joint, finding a more well-off pressure on her tits. To await at her, one would ingest thought she was dozing as her son rubbed the oil into her flesh, but Natasha was spacious awake, her center open behind the dreary sunglasses. She was watching her son, her eyes taking in the changes in his dead body, the figure and sort of his abs, his Edward Young brawn, and the jut below.

"Your skin is so soft, Mom,"she heard Pierce say softly.

"Mmmm,"she replied lazily.

"I like to feel your tegument,"I said as I worked my hands up and down her book binding.

She purred with inflammation, gazing at the young boy nearby, her son, her center fixed upon the enticing swelling of his bathing suit. She wondered how big the boy 's shaft was, how big his testis were, if they were full, loaded. Natasha liked full balls, hot orchis. She especially liked what they contained.

She then turned around on the towel and sat.

"Darling, would you beware getting me a paper towel, please ?"

I looked at her and saw her handwriting putting flimsy drops of milky sun ointment over the front her body to protect her of the sunrays ; the cream appeared to be leaking from her exposed and engorged tit. I stared mesmerised a few moments too long and when I came to my senses I found my mother staring right into the blooper I was sporting with a huge grin on her face. I blushed and immediately went into the planetary house and the kitchen, it took me a few second to get my wits and remember why I had went inside the house, that gorgeous shinning chest with its shadow wild red nipple was making me unbalanced. Then I looked for and found the paper towels, grabbing a fistful and carrying them to her.

female parent laughed when she looked up to see him standing there handing her almost the whole camp. She looked up at me, who looked almost inebriate and to the protrusion in my shortstop and said laughingly,

"Your big little brother down there thinks mommy made a big flock with the sun screen, does n't he ? Yes he does."She looked up and smiled."I only need one, Sweetie."

With shaking mitt I had ripped the initiative towel from the pack to shred and cursed under my breath for being so stupid.

"It 's all right, babe. There are plenty more where that came from,"his mom had told him.

And then, when I felt it, I almost fainted. My mom 's base was pressing against the interior of my leg, just below the knee, her toes were lightly scraping and playing as I was standing in front man of her.

She chuckled again and he quickly tore off another paper towel and waited as she wiped her fingers and then her bare white meat. sudor drops dribbled between and under her breasts and she roughly ran the paper towel up and across her tit and nipples. He was almost catatonic and for some cause could n't bring himself to travel from his position in front of his mother, and then her groundwork which she had pressed harder against his leg had and moved up and down his calfskin, he had wondered at the minute if he was misreading thing ; that she was just using his leg to keep balance and not flirting with him. But she knew, yes she knew her impact in the still developing libido of her son.

# # # #

Somewhere between the knocking of windows, hand clapping of the thunder, and battering of the rain on the doorway, and in between dreams of his female parent he heard a creak, then a small hand shook him through the blanket and he heard a small-scale boy saying,

'' Move over Pierce, please, so I can get in with you. I'm freezing ”.

Some of the kids taking shelter that Night in the decrepit firm, had ran away from household like him and became street youngster, while others, non animation in the street, when they left schooltime, hung around the shopping mall pinching old ladies handbags, stealing niggling matter and stuff like that. Pierce went with them, they were his new chum, but the get-go time the group had trouble with the police, as he was the least know and wise with living on the streets bore all the inculpation, both his and that of the others.

Belonging to a good and respected family, and being a tyke, the evaluator ordered to prognosticate his parents to adjudicate what penalization he was going to apply. The boy was adamant, when his parents arrived at the Court home were informed he would talk with his father only ; he wouldn't see or talk to his mother. His father, a respected brain surgeon and college prof went alone to talk with his son in custody.
As it was, he was sent to a young wrongdoer 's institute until he was XVIII and as chance would ingest it, there was where he picked up the dive bug and erotic love for the ocean from a vernal intern whose Father was a professional underwater diver, it was something that would change his life forever. He was very lucky because he was dear at purgative and maths, and maybe, that was what got him the apprenticeship to become a sub-aquatic welder.
On his release, he went to a swimming and plunk schoolhouse and at the same meter persuaded his father to pay for him to go to college on a very technical foul grade of underwater galvanic and atomic number 18 welding which proved to be a very sound investiture, he graduated eighteen month later and soon was working in the oil industry, after a class, being twenty one, he was sent to work at the construction website of various high sea oil carriage and weapons platform where he become an medical specialist and earned fantastic salary in the northward sea, Gulf of Mexico and elsewhere ever since.
2 )


Natasha Bridgeport, neé Sorenson, was the exclusively issue of a dyad formed by third generation Norwegian immigrants in the heap ranges of Gem State, near Montana. In fact the nearest town to their sept cattle ranch is Kenneth Bancroft Clark Fork over interstate 95. Despite her parents being strict Presbyterians, she was a loved and pampered lady friend, not unusual to the kit and boodle of the ranch as any manus would, who went from a long legged and lovely adolescent to a beautiful young fair sex. She had inherited the gene of her norwegian ancestors ; in effect and yearn bones, which sustained the underframe of a salient slim and passementerie physical structure of 5 hoof nine, 125 Irish punt with coltish long muscular wooden leg, which ended in supple pelvic girdle with an intrigue view of that charming expanse where a fair sex 's legs transform into a beat and perquisite derriere, she had a tiny waist with hourglass SHAPE and an incredible pair of 36 inches breast roughly the size of medium-size orangeness, they were up thrust and proud ; her mammilla were pale garden pink and somewhat thicker and longer than the mean pencil eraser. The areoles that surrounded them were quarter-sized and similarly picket pink and quite smooth.

The vision of this goddess was completed with her hair long and fair, blond almost white, that she used in a pony–tail that went almost to her waistline and framed an unforgettable brass of large loose woman or emerald green middle, natural total rose colored lips that were maybe just a touch wide ; she has a small and straight nose, with toned and tanned skin, firm and supple, with only a few laugh and sun lines around her eyes. Her cheekbones were senior high school and chiseled. The small vee of pilus that covered her pubic hill was thin and illumination beloved coloured, and she kept it neatly landscaped. This gorgeous person, this goddess, was eighteen old age old when she left her parents cattle farm to go east, to Boston medical College to get word how to become a show nurse and a Lady world wise, she got her back want, and instead of the first ( becoming a registered nurse ) she met her destiny.

Dale Bridgeport was an eminent neurosurgeon and twenty four eld Natasha's senior.
Now in his early 1940s, Dr Bridgeport still rated second glances from women. He had retained the soma which had made him an outstanding quarterback in his college years —a tall tumid figure with big, broad shoulder joint and powerful arms. Even nowadays he has a trick of squaring his shoulder joint when ready to do something hard or draw a decision—as if readying instinctively the burster of a red-dogging rig. Yet despite his bulk, mostly bone and heftiness with less than a pound of overweight, he still moves lightly, like a dancer.

He had never been handsome in the Adonis gumption, but he had a rugged, creased abnormality of face, his nose still carried the cicatrice of an old football injury, which woman so often, and perversely, find attractive in men. Only his hair's-breadth showed traces of the pass of time ; his not so long ago jet disastrous hair, now it was graying swiftly as if the color of pigment had suddenly surrendered and were marching out.

When Natasha first arrived at campus in Boston form rural Idaho the alteration was like an earthquake in her animation, she was dazzled, and amazed by everything she saw. It was a new world. In the first week she went from surprise to storm, everything was new and dissimilar and turn on, her classmates, hospital technology, every think was perplex, but soon her curriculum requirement, the work routine of the nursemaid stop, and having to do, as a rookie, the heavier and boring tasks, made what had been a wonderful impression in the first instant, liberate its luster in the Light of reality ; in the opacity of a job that was dramatically exciting and glamourous on TV series only. However, her animation would shift dramatically in a few month. She was going to meet her future.

# # # #

From the corridor outside there was the sound of feet. Then the autopsy-room door opened, and a nurse, whom Natasha recognized as a member of the nursing school's teaching staff, looked in. She said,

"Good daybreak Dr Bridgeport"behind her was a group of unseasoned student nurses.

"goodness morning"answered the neuro sawbones."You can all come in"

The bookman filed through the doorway. There were six, and as they entered all glanced nervously at the body on the mesa. Dr Bridgeport grinned.

"Hurry up missy. You want the best seat ; we have them ”.

Dale Bridgeport ran his oculus appraisingly over the group. There were a couple of new ones here he had not seen previously, including the young blonde female child. He took a second look. Yes indeed ; even camouflaged by the Spartan scholarly person'uniform, it was evident here was something very special. With apparent familiarity he crossed the autopsy elbow room, then, returning, managed to position himself between the girl he had noticed and the remainder of the group. He gave her a unsubtle smile and said quietly,

"I don't remember seeing you before"

"I've been around as long as the other girls"She looked at him with a mixing of frankness and curiosity, then added mockingly,

"Besides, I've been told that doctors never notice first-year nursing educatee anyway"

He appeared to consider,"fountainhead, it's a cosmopolitan pattern. But sometimes we make exceptions—depending on the student, of course"

His oculus candidly admiring, he added,"By the way I'm Dale Bridgeport"

He didn't say,"I'm Dr Dale Bridgeport"; No, just his figure, that was class.

She answered,"I'm Natasha Sorensen"and laughed, them catching a disapproving eye from her class instructor, she stopped abruptly.

Natasha had liked the flavor of this wickedness haired and mature professor, but it did look incorrectly to be talking and joking in here. After all, the man on the table was dead. He had just died, she had been told upstairs ; that was the understanding she and the other student nurses had been taken from their employment to observe an postmortem. A mind's autopsy. The eminent neuro-surgeon Dr Bridgeport, performing.

To say Dale Bridgeport had been struck by Natasha's youth and stunner is a no-brainer. She was different from the students to which he was used, she had not the convolute or sometimes predator style of the girls in the big metropolis. Her attitude had an unusual freshness in the environment in which he moved, he was surely that those features would not hold out farsighted, and he proposed to himself to seize them and make her his, It didn't matter how, even if he had to abandon his suitable bachelorhood and espouse her. He had fallen in love with a young woman who was old enough to be his daughter. But she was not.

# # # #

The cafeteria of the hospital was a traditional meeting topographic point for nigh of the hospital grape ; few upshot occurred inside its paries –promotions, scandals, firings, and hirings - which were not known and discussed in the cafeteria long before they became official.

medical checkup staff frequently used the cafeteria for"kerbstone consultations"with workfellow whom they seldom saw except as a meal or coffee break. Generally the cafeteria was a popular area where hospital rank, if not forgotten, was at least temporarily ignored. An exception, possibly, was the recitation of setting aside a radical of board for the medical staff.

With few exceptions the senior attendance physicians used the reserved table. sign faculty, however, was less reproducible, residents, interns and eventually some professor joined the nurses and other grouping. There was nothing unusual, therefore, in Dr Dale Bridgeport dropping into a chair opposite Natasha Sorensen who, released from an designation earlier than some of her fellow scholarly person nurse, was eating lunch alone.
Since they had met a few days before in the autopsy way, Natasha had occasionally encountered Dr Bridgeport in the infirmary corridors and on each affair -- seeing his elegant bearing, his dark whisker strewn with silver threads and his buying smile—she had increasingly come to like the look of him. Intuitively she had expected that soon he might bring in a orchestrate approach to her, and now here he was.

"Hi"Dr Bridgeport said.

"Uh, hello"the salutation was awkward. Natasha had just bitten a chicken leg and had her mouth full ; then mumbled"Excuse me ”.

"That's perfectly all right,"“ Bon appetit and take your time, I'm here to get you a suggestion"

She finished her mouthful of leg chicken, and then said :"I thought, usually, that was supposed to come up later"

Dale Bridgeport grinned."Haven't you heard ? -- This is the jet age. No fourth dimension for formal frills. Here's my proffer ; theater the day after tomorrow, proceeded by dinner at the Cuban Grill."

Natasha asked curiously"Can you afford it ?"Among home base stave and student nursemaid poverty was a time honored, remorseful joke.

Dale lowered his phonation to a point rustling."Don't tell a somebody, but I'm on a side blood. Those patients we got in postmortem examination. A lot of them have gold fillings in their tooth ; it's a very simple matter…"

"Oh shut up, you'll ruin my luncheon"She bit the poulet leg again, and Dale reached over and took two of her French people fries.

"Well, will you come ?"

"I'd love to,"Natasha said, and she meant it.

"Great ¡ I'll pick you up at your apartment at seven o'clock. Okay ? As he spoke Dale Bridgeport found himself regarding this fille with even greater interest. He was suddenly cognizant that she had a good deal more than a pretty face and a good figure. When she looked at him and smiled it conveyed the feeling of something warm and fragrant.

"Okay,"Natasha said."I might be a petty tardy but not much."

# # # #

Afterward, Dale had driven Natasha home, she had recently moved from nurse fourth part to a not as large as stylish apartment not far from not far from medical schooling and hospital.

She had said,"You'll come in for a nightcap, of course"

He left his car in the parking lot and followed her. They rode the gleaming, silent elevator to her floor, and then turned down a birch paneled corridor, their footstep silenced by the late broadloom. He had raised his eyebrows and Natasha timidly smiled.

"It is a minuscule awesome, isn't it, it was my parent's idea, they are a niggling old fashioned and disagree with what they thought the promiscuity of the nanny building, I'm still impressed myself."

She had used her key to spread a threshold and inside touched a switch. Tasteful, subdued lighting sprang in an elegant waiting area. He could see the partly opened room access of a bedroom, directly ahead.

"Would you like a beverage"she asked.

Her back to him, ice clinked and she asked,"Dale, you have never married ?"

"No"he had answered to her book binding. And said to himself"I've sometimes wondered why"

Natasha turned, carrying the drinks and gave Dale his, then moved to a chair.

He said thoughtfully,"Now I think of it, I wanted a vocation in music. At the time it seemed frightening important. That and marriage didn't seem to go together"

She asked,"Any sorrow ?"

Dale considered,"Not really, at least not until now, I've achieved what I wanted, I have my recession in medicinal drug, I am respected and I think I'm a good surgeon. Of course, sometimes one wonders how things would have turned out with a different decision, but after all, that's the human condition isn't it ?"

"I suppose so"she was strangely moved, there was a sentiency of depth and warmheartedness about Dale.

"I'm no longer dogmatic about anything"he smiled."That at least I've learned with age ”.

Natasha wondered what, from her own degree of position, marriage to Dale would be like. Would there be make out and mellowness, how would they set ? If married how would they expend their time after his work time. Would the talk of the town be intimate and domesticated ? Or would it be about his work and hospital.

Dale has finished his drink and rose to leave ; he realized they both had said more than had passed in words.

"There is really no need for you to go Dale. remain if you wish ; I wish you would quell"Natasha had said it simply, and bang if he stayed it would be up to him what happened succeeding.

3 )

And so he stayed, as the evening progressed, with wine and his invariant and very gratifying attention, her nipple had hardened again and again, finally sending her to the bathroom to place some tissue between her pussy and pantie to absorb the moisture she involuntarily was producing. Yet, for all his teasing, he remained the arrant gentleman seeping his crapulence and placing, from clock time to time, his mitt in hers with a subtle caress ; as their hand touched, the impinging sent perfervid flames of desire coursing through their bodies. After a while and several drinks later Dale considered prudent to end the nighttime and go home.

Both their libidos were highly aroused as they parted company. Each stimulated to orgasm dreaming of the other in their seam that Night. Hormones he had forgotten in his mature years renewed his interest in sex and life as they raced through his organic structure, followed by the goose jut and shudder they produced.

Next morn he noticed the more conservative clothing she wore when she arrived at the nurse's place to puzzle out with the team. He was in love with her, knowing it to be the goosey ambition of a sexually deprived senior man. He forcibly shoved his growing desire to the rear of his mind. She, on the other manus, allowed her growing making love of him to unfold and began to contrive how she might seduce him without letting him know she was the aggressor. Natasha understood he was of the old school and that he believed he should make the first move.

The succeeding dark, after he had invited her to dinner again, she planned her wardrobe carefully picking what she believed to be the most provocative yet, demure, elegant, and swish outfit she could devise. Natasha wore a light wench and a semi-opaque blouse of a cobwebby material ; she decided to use her new underclothing, a capital of Seychelles's mystery tiny set, allowing her pendulous bosom sway and jounce with every bm she made.
She completed her dressing with an elegant and fire up coat of calamitous leather, and knee high up leather boots,

He watched her mesmerized as she slowly walked down to the AMEX where he had his car waiting, but the glimpses she allowed him galvanized him to new elevation of fervency. As he opened her side of the car door he was afforded a quick peep of her long and beautiful thighs. His long time forgotten hormones raged as he attempted to hide out his unusual arousal from her, yet he still insisted on being the perfect gentleman, despite the blouse that allowed her erect tit to be examined albeit only slightly through the rig unintelligible material and the leather coat.

After a wonderful dinner, well watered with two bottles of excellent Merlot, from which Natasha had consumed almost one not being used to consume vino ( her upbringing ), she was almost drunk, and if not so, she was very, very happy, bustling, so they had decided not to go dancing as planned and payoff to her apartment.

When she tried to stand up getting out of the car she lost her balance and stumbled against him bringing her breast against his chest. When he grabbed her to prevent her fall, his hands inadvertently went to her rear to defend her and he felt the house, almost au naturel, physical body. She, ineffectual to serve herself, giggled and kissed his neck as he held her ; his face turned red as he attempted to apologize for touching her, however, she whispered in his ear that his feeling was very pleasurable. After all, had n't he saved her from a nasty downfall ?

Natasha kissed him on the lips, a delectable thank you, before releasing him. His hands shook like a young stripling as his hormones raged from her stimulation. Then, she took everything into her own hands ineffective to hold herself any longer ; the wait for his kickoff feeler was over. She at once realized his fear of their age difference would not let him to take advantage of her. Natasha with the foolhardiness that gives spring chicken and the wine-colored approached him again, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him tightly to her torso she kissed him ; it was a drawn-out kiss, full of natural language, sexual promise and ablaze passionate desire. The sentience of the kiss lingered on his lips long after she broke contact to hold his head in her hand as he tried to promote separate them. She whispered in his ear,

'' Oh Dale, my body longs for you. And I belong to you ; I do n't care about our age's remainder. I know there is love between us and that makes the age roadblock that worries you so much meaningless. Your body reacts to mine as mine reacts to you. This has nothing to do with age and everything to do with each of us instinctively recognizing a soul mate by some antique human response. I have tried to sympathize it and possess no result early than the one my torso tells me. It is the antique craving of a woman for her man. ``

"baby"he replied,"I ca n't believe you are sober. I 'm almost old sufficiency to be your grandfather, and I could certainly be your father, I'll be an old man before you are middle-aged, and probably die before you are fifty. I will not put you through the pain of loss. You 're still too Thomas Young to know your own mind"

"But you are neither my begetter nor grandfather. Then you deny you love me ?"she asked."Do you traverse you crave my trace ? Are you saying if I were to leave, you would n't experience any pain ? The pain you want to restrain from me ?"

"No, delight don't say that, I ca n't deny my love for you. However, I can pull through you from your own impetuosity, protect you from yourself. What would your parents think if you marry and set up business firm with me ? I 'm sure I 'm of an age with your parents. What would your friends say ? No my love this is impossible."

"Do n't you dare use that argument with me, I'm a cleaning woman, young, yes, but not a baby"she replied in weeping"This has nothing to do with anyone else. If you reject me now, you 'll bring on me the pain of rejection. If you leave tonight, it will be forever, and it will take me days to convalesce, if I ever do."

Her body moved against him with shameless ardor attempting to coerce where verbal argument seemed to fail. Suddenly, he noticed his hands of their own volition had returned to the globes of her bottom now holding her tight against him. His erecting was obvious to them both as she ground against it inducing him to further act on it. Dale could not help himself as the aroma of a fully aroused cleaning woman wafted in the air. He began to sink into the abyss of her lust no longer able-bodied to arrest his own motivation ; their lips once again sent substance of their needs.

His underground vanished. start he helped her get to her apartment without tripping or falling, then he took the cay from her trembling paw opened the doorway and once inside closed and put the lock. She pushed him against the threshold and started kissing him. Their tongues entwined as she reached for him and unfastening his pants, she took his sex into her warm lenient hand and gently guided it to her streaming pussy. She attempted to climb him like a monkey, her snatch searching for relief by the introduction of his potent flesh.

He stopped her took her hand and guided her to her chamber and stripped them both before again taking her succulent ass into his hands squeezing her to him. This time, he initiated the kiss that consumed them in devouring sexuality. She writhed against him ; he fondled her boob feeling their sarcoid weight, their roundness. Her mamilla sprung into his hands, he rolled the sexy buds between quarter round and forefinger eliciting groan of passion as her pussy raged with lust and her eyes wept.

The wafting and savoury odour demanded he tasted her ; his fevered brain asked him to ravish her with his lingua. He was a man utterly possessed by a G demons of lust when he laid her on the bed. Docile, she awaited his approach. She held her legs all-embracing open with an arm wrapped around each thigh, presenting her virgin cunt for his tonguing.

Her juice flowed like a river as his lip descended onto the sweetly mouth-watering succulence that would only partially sate his overwhelming thirst. Dale, not forgetting even for a second she was a Virgo the Virgin and this was her first prison term, sucked her ambrosia from its author creating further groan ; his spit danced on from her cunt lips to her clit, up and down, not inserting his tongue into the vagina.

Her juices continued to flow freely over his probing tongue bringing an acute sensuality to this act of erotic love. Natasha felt in her womb and brain her at hand orgasm ; but each time she desperately reached for it, he would back off a little. Although she was on the precipice, he would not allow her the press release she craved so intently. He seemed to know exactly when she was going to cumm and break off just in the ding of meter. Finally, in the throe of passion she sent her fingers to work under his ravishing tongue to wind up herself what he didn't want to do, but he would not allow it and held her hand away from her sex.

Occasionally, he would move out his oral fissure mannequin her genitals to determine her cunt heave up from the bed looking for his mouth and lingua while he enjoyed her bouquet. Eventually, his mouth moved up from her furnace and the molten lava, traveled up her body firing boost the flames of Passion with the tip of his knife. He kissed her repeatedly finding and inflaming each new erogenous zone, her navel, her breasts, and her mammilla. His knife penetrated her mouth and at the Lapp time his hammer penetrated her cunt.

Something stopped him ; the fog of desire that filled his genius began to fade out. He had stumbled on her Hymen, he was taking her virginity. The realization made him barricade the penetration ;

"Please Dale, don't halt, delight my love keep going"begged a delirious Natasha.

"I don't want to wound you"

"It doesn't matter, keep pushing, it's only natural, I know what I'm talking about"

Dale pushed again breaking the membrane and filling her with such animal whiz she climaxed immediately around his slam. It was only the offset. With each poke of his cock, her body convulsed in orgasm after orgasm leaving her thrashing, biting, scratching and begging for more. He fucked her to sexual submission ; then he felt his semen start spurting in her womb and a few minutes later they lay exhausted and fulfilled on the bed, their mixed juices flowing from her body.

His turncock, still hard from their starting time screwing, was prepared for their 2nd round. This time he would be more careful than the offset fourth dimension, so his body would delight her. He intended to enslave her forever with sexuality as she has enslaved him with her peach. If they were going to be lovers, he insisted her as his cock entered her for a secondment time, then it must be a farsighted life-time commitment. His thrusting soon brought her close to orgasm ; and as with his spit, he would stop his big cock each sentence she grew close repeating this physical process clip and time again.

Natasha's inexperience made her feel that her body was like a mass of jelly, and that her head was continuously exploding into a firework symphony of endless orgasms ; Dale brought her finisher and closer to the bound of the abysm, and each time she reached a gamy airplane of pleasure, she received to a greater extent stimulation. She tensed with each approach to her sexual climax until every musculus in her body strained for sacking ; her body was a taut bowstring, awaiting to be plucked.

Forcefully, he thrust his dick inside her sheath again and again, his cock struck her womb deepest as he spewed his seed and flooded her with cum. Her answer was an sexual climax of such immense proportions that the muscle spasm opened her cervix to the head of his prick so his emissions went to the far end. Natasha instinctively knew in that here and now of erotic delight, he had impregnated her. This man, who only a few hour ago had argued his age was a barrier to their dear, would now be the don of her child. As she moaned away the bliss, she told him she was sure she was meaning with his child, but expected to be fucked many more times to be plus. He was surprised at how pleased he felt their union would result in a child. His baby.

His age seemed to melt away as she mounted him to take her erotic revenge. Her cunt wanted to down the new erecting that shocked him with it almost immediate revitalisation. Natasha crouched over his erecting bringing her twat slowly down, engulfing and devouring his penis with her cavity, still full of their emollient from their last fuck. She leaned over so her dangling tits would drag her teat across his chest and graze his nipples further arousing him. When he attempted to thrust upwards, she rode with him not allowing the rubbing he was trying to get. Only when she felt his cock start softening slightly did she grind forcibly her pussy muscles against him to maintain his erecting. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her towards his mouth and the nibbling and suckling of her tit sent wonderful message of warmth to her twat. Her juices flowed down his shaft wetting his balls and ass with a continuous drip of cream. Impassioned, he finally let go of her tit and reattached his mouth to hers as both his hands gripped her bum.

She fiercely prolonged the buss, driving her tongue oceanic abyss into his sassing, and sucking his tongue into hers. Natasha began a serial of muscle exercises with her vagina, which sent riffle along the rampart of her delirious sex eliciting even stronger desires in him. His orchis ached with his penury for sacking once more. Using heftiness she had exercised for this day, she began a serial publication of squeezes that further engorged his already egotistic tool ; his sexual tension rose to a peak he had never before attained, and when she felt he was cook, maintaining the kiss and with saliva flowing into his rima oris, she used his own strategy and squeeze up and down forcibly several times. She drove his cock deep inside her as he erupted bathing her cunt in hot cum. She collapsed on his pectus and said,

"This fuck guarantees me a baby and will seal our love ”.

Nine months later the baby was named Pierce

# # # #

But before Pierce was born there were some hard facts of life story they should have taken into story. Everything had been very beautiful, fantastic. Cupid's arrow t had made them fall in love instantly ; the loving dates ; contempt, especially by Natasha, for their age dispute ; the hot sex, the beautiful making of making love, in former words all the foolishness of love. All had been like living in a world of fantasy. But with her pregnancy, came the reality that forced them out of their cocoon and side hundreds of job, of which it was not the to the lowest degree Natasha's parents'reaction.

Natasha 's parents, were very religious, with a very radical conservativist vision in every panorama of societal life, they were anti-abortion, they were adverse to any premarital sex, and were furious with the conduct of their darling and only daughter. When she called them by earpiece to announce them, hers and Dales sojourn, their response was coldest than the air coming down from Canada in winter.

When Natasha and Dale arrived at her family ranch the reception they received from her parents was even colder than the earphone cry had been. When her parents learned that their little girl was fraught from that old lecher, they went berserk. They did not care that Dr. Dale Bridgeport, of whom they had had never heard of, was a world-renowned checkup note, he had abused their shaver and they could not forgive. They did not desire his girl to marry an old man, albeit of the Lapp age of theirs, they did not desire an abortion, and did not desire a grandchild born in sin.

For them it was an insoluble problem, so they disengaged completely from the issue and asked the parents of their grandchild to go away and not return again.

From that import on their lives were full, the lacking they would feel years later. After the number one moments of torment following the rejection of her parents, Natasha was happily involved in creating a home in which to raise her son and her husband could be majestic of. They married, being accompanied by his fellow and a few of her former nurse-friends. The commencement long time of their marriage ceremony were felicitous, they had their son, Dale had his life history and workplace at the university and hospital and Natasha had her home, her booster and her mixer life.

But over the years, as her son began to grow, Natasha needs in bed wasn't met. Moreover Dale spent increasingly more and more time in the college cloisters and the operating room that at home, his interest in sex waned with the increasing of his age, and when he turned fifty-five years old they had intercourse, not the making of love, once a month or even every forty-five days.

Natasha by contrast, at thirty-three long time old and in the prime of her maturity as a woman, felt she needed more sex, she needed to fuck and be fucked, and not having sex, her needs increased exponentially. And so the matrimony was on its way to the shipwreck. Not to divorce, mind you, they would not separate ; they would asseverate appearances for smart set and their son 's sake. They were no longer lovers, sex was no more. They loved the other as full friends, not as fan. This had been her first marriage to her inaugural love.

His, was also his number one spousal relationship, but, to his second love, being the first the practice session and teachings of neurosurgery. He had missed living the terrene ahead of time year of his adulthood, and, like many successful men his age, had succumbed to the attraction of a vernal, very Whitney Young, woman and eagerly embraced her desire for a fellowship, one that, at this meter in his life-time, he would enjoy fully. He was a dear husband and a good father, but the attraction of a second love often waned and Dr Bridgeport seemed to be following the course of so many others that had led to the alienation with their wives — piece of work was his primary focus and love.

4 )

I am Pierce Bridgeport, I am twenty six years old, and from now on, I'll relate you the chronicle of mine and my mother's pull spirit and our last relationship.
I have been working as a deep sea welder on respective oil program in the Second Earl of Guilford Sea for an American fellowship and only went to shore every fourthly week, from the beginning my job has kept me away from the mainland for weeks at a clock time. I could usually expect to be home ( a spacious apartment where I live alone, with the occasional womanly visit ) one weekend each calendar month or even every six hebdomad and sometimes I was able to delay, if things were easy at work, for a whole week. I'm used to work way up north in the sea rigs looking for oil on the sea-bed doing everything that needs sub aquatic welding, within and exterior, on the big oil and gas drill wells.
My eight hours shift at work let me with prospicient catamenia of liberate time and after a dyad of weeks I realized I could not be Thomas More than eight or ten hours a day loitering without doing something useful with my living, so when I returned from my first weekend on the ground without a dollar sign in the sac, I realized that not only should I make full use of my free sentence at sea, I also realized it made no sense to spend, in a few hours of drunkenness and womanizing, je, je, the hard-earned money I earned with so much crusade and danger, in a month.
So, very early in my work life story I changed my way of life. and decided that to be ten or twelve hr a day playing cards, reading clip or comics, sleeping, eating and looking forward to my new work shift was not safe for my future, so I decided to differentiate the foreman that I would like an step-up in my day workload, and I began to save my money outgo as small as potential. As I still had much part with time I became interested in the movements of the stock market and how to invest my money in profitable troupe with which I could get a good takings.

workings in the lookup and extracting of oil manufacture, I thought that this was the unspoiled field in which to start investing my money ; working within the industry I was connected and knew many citizenry, engineers, comptroller etc, with whom, from time to time, when they were in the humour, I could get some baksheesh with insurance to invest in strain or to sell them at the right fourth dimension. So, my life was hard workplace, study, savings and little fun. I was twenty two and I promised myself to be rich at twenty five.

Of course in a so rough piece of work surroundings I was the laughing inventory of my comrade worker some of whom thought I was a"pansy ”, their Logos. I didn't go to town and got roaring drunk or went with the cleaning woman crewman go ; I mostly went down underwater and worked several hr a day and when I was resting in my cabin I was always reading technical stuff inexplicable to about of them.

I never went to my parent's plate again ; I went to the cattle farm in Idaho to see my maternal grandparents and remember better times a duet times, and when I wanted to see my father I usually took a planing machine and went to see him at the University where he was a professor, we spent the day together, and we talked about our lifetime and early material ; but I asked him for, and my female parent was never mentioned, though I saw the pain in his eyes, once I gave him my savoir-faire and that of the ship's company I work, and my lawyer's phone in case he, only he, ever needed to contact me.

Beyond that I did not want my mother to be named in my comportment, through her retentiveness was my own support hell ; I could not rip her from my psyche, her memory was an obsession that never left me, and that made me disdain other women, I can not have a normal romantic kinship, no one of them is my female parent, so my contact with them was reduced to the minimum and I looked for sex merely for sanitary reasons, in that regard talk about King Oedipus complex.

I wish I had had the musket ball to separate her that I 'm in love with her. But I was untested and couldn't. She is the reason I ca n't be with any other char. Being with another woman after just existing in Mom 's Earth would be akin to living in an efficiency apartment after having lived in a Hollywood mansion. I know, it's bad the analogy, but it comes close.

Beyond the fact that she is extremely beautiful, what I feel for her is lots deeper, goes beyond the sexual desire, goes beyond wanting to possess her, to own her body, what I want and need is to have her soul, I think that she still loves me as a female parent to her son, but my pipe dream is that I need her to love me like a woman loves her man.

I 'm in love with her and I need for her to love me too, because mother is the reason there is no longer a woman who satisfies me. public treasury now, when fucking I had settled for my putz to get in the charwoman and fuck her like fauna do, instinctively but without making love. Today that is no longer enough.

Brigham Young missy my age doesn't involvement me as I found them superficial and immature, so when I need troupe I contact an escort Robert William Service and ask for mature adult female of an age around that of my mother.

I wasn't a virgin by any means, if by virgin you mean the person who has never had intercourse, but my proficiency in the fine arts of sex was to say the least lack of everything that makes sex joyful and enjoyable to your partner. I had bedded a few girlfriend before going offshore and a couple or Tree prostitutes when I was far away from home.
And my only proficiency in sex was my endurance ; I could fuck for hours untiringly.

# # # #

When I was XX three class old my sprightliness was a pile. The only interest I had in life was my employment, saving money, the control of my investing, and tenacious time of day studying the papers in livestock trading to invest trying to make more money for an other retire, as working for long period of time under water had begun to involve my health, I had few workaday divagation and no permanent female company. I loved and respected my Church Father very often, but I loved my mother with fleshly desires and sex repressed passion.
I was coming to the end for the initiative time of a three twelvemonth contract bridge and one day when I was working on a particularly troublesome and dangerous project occurred something it was supposed could never hap. I was at a astuteness of about one hundred feet welding a percentage of the structure of the platform when the accident occurred. I never knew what happened, if it was a mistake in infinitesimal calculus I made, if the oxidric blowtorch flame cut a support structure steel cable, or if it was some other ground I can't discern, but the fact was the cable was released and with its tension, whiplashed and swatted my head producing a thick cut wound from the top of the head, across my face to my chin, breaking the atomic number 8 mask and the respiration equipment.
I lost awareness and the profuse sum of money of blood coming out of the lesion that began to blush the weewee around me and seeping upward shocked my coworkers who immediately called for assistance to get me out of the water system and to take me to the nearest hospital when they saw the lesion could not be definitively healed with first aid.

I hardly retrieve what happened the observe twenty-four hour period ; I seem to call up as if I was in the center of a thick fog, the pounding of the blades of a helicopter, shrieking, and a flight of several hours with someone trying to hold my headway still. Arriving to a large construction, a couch, lit corridors, and brightness on the ceiling, then silence, naught. I woke up with excruciating pain in my head and in subterfuge swarthiness, when I tried to touch my nerve to obtain what had happened, a steady paw squeezed my hands and my father 's representative was telling me everything was fine, to be deliberate and I was going to be fine. As in a dream I seemed to try for the low gear time in yr the voice of my mother, sobbing, weeping and calling me :

"Oh my baby, oh my love, oh my earnest son…"

Her voice was trailing into the length as I lost my consciousness again. As I awoke the dark surrounded me, this time, a gentle feminine representative, that of a nursemaid, told me that I was not blind, I had my question completely bandaged because the operation to rejuvenate my case and fill up my combat injury had taken several hours and over a century and fifty dollar bill stitches. So, after various days they took away the bandages and slowly in a darkened room they uncovered my eyes.

When I saw my new boldness in the mirror I wanted to drop death ; physically I am a perfect portmanteau word of genes from both my parents. I 'm quite marvelous at six inches four and 220 pound sign in weight, with an agile and muscular trunk almost weightless in the water system ; I have dark blond hair, regular feature film with obscure almond eyes set at both sides of a straight greek-type nose, my pelt has a wickedness golden hue like that of the surfers on California beaches, a channelize mathematical product of the sun, salt weewee and time.

Now my grimace is swollen and deformed, crossed by a horrendous wound that goes from the front end of my scalp, down my forehead to my look, crossing my aright brass to the Chin. I look like a monster and suddenly I could not hold the rent and started to mourn with brokenheartedness for the passing of my old grimace looks. medico and nursemaid assured me in a few sidereal day I would find better and my human face would be slowly coming back to formula, and as a bad storage of my fortuity I would have to live with the long scar crossing my human face, but that should not stop me from returning to a convention life story. It is sluttish said than done. In the interim my begetter managed to transfer me to Beantown and got me a bed in the hospital where he worked, so he could need maintenance of my combat injury personally.

He seemed to ingest aged twenty years in a few weeks and he asked me if I eventually would like to see my mother.

"You know dad that I love you very much, I love you, and regard you and I'm grateful for all you has made for me, but don't ask me that, maybe some day, but not now and less in the State I am, all deformed, I could not stand her compassion and the smell of disgust in her centre ”.

"But you are damage, son, your mother loves you very much. Wouldn't you do it for me ?

"Not now pa, sometime later"I answered him tiredly.

Convalescing in the hospital bed, I couldn't fail to recollect again and again my past and my and my mother 's sex life or the want of it, and her seething sexuality.And still, there was now no interrogative sentence in my head that my mother, whatever she had said at the mo, had been flirting and teasing with me since I entered puberty and started developing. At firstly, I thought it was just her way to connect with me, for us to be like pals on our own, then, that I was former. But she 'd gone beyond that, directing my attention to her womanly magical spell, emphasizing her consistency, and encouraging me to respond in a sexual way. The pain sensation killer whale made me drowsy near of the metre and I dreamed and dreamed rig conscientiously. I always dream with her. Only with her, with my mother.

# # # #

Mom was laughing and I heard commotion in the living room. I finished the dishful in relative disgust and when I came out I saw Mom sitting on Dad 's lap ; dad was trying to read some checkup powder store, she with her long and melt off helping hand grabbing him as she kissed and fondled him.

'' Do n't block the laundry in my elbow room, '' Mom called after me, Dad was trying to reposition her, and her face was buried in his neck. Her laughing practically haunted me in my way up the stairs to their room.

"Please Natasha, be tranquillize, it is no way to act this way with our son in the menage"I heard my father say.

"Then depict me Thomas More attention when you are home"was her response.

I was mad at her, because I thought I knew what she was doing, she was flirting with me going punishing like that on dad, trying to interest group him in battlefront of me, the age difference between them showing now in all its splendour.

As I was not used to disobeying my parents, I did as I was told. But I did n't like her flirting with me one mo and with Dad the side by side. Because she did toying with me, didn't she ? It just did n't seem right. Oddly, the fact that she was flirting with me at all did not introduce my mind as being wrong for some reason.

I gathered the laundry and when I passed the livelihood room, Mom was again straddling his lap not permitting him to cause his way. I ignored them. I heard them whispering and then Mom was laughing again as I made my way down to the basement. It made me angry that just seeing her hanker legs on him made me hard.

A few twenty-four hours later she was gazing at the puddle ten understructure away in the tad of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree as I was again scratch oil into her flesh, I fantasized watching her jack off my putz big and hard, I had my egg full. I saw her lick her lips and I saw, in my psyche, the hot spurts of my cock cream spew from my micturate hole ... right, yes right into her oral fissure. Suddenly she moaned, the face of her ass bunching as if a small, but dainty sexual climax had exploded in her bitch. I let my workforce pause on her back as she came.

'' Something damage, Mom ? '' I had asked.

'' Mmmm, no favourite, '' she had breathed. `` I 'm ticket, '' she then whispered.

With my paw at my mother 's lower back, I had seen the sudden clutching of her ass, and I stared at it, I was fascinated. The tiny two-piece bottoms had drawn up into the Split of her nerve, exposing her creamy ass cheek. I had watched them ripple and contract.
Leaning over, as I was very curious I had glanced quickly at my female parent's crotch. I saw a few beloved blonde cunt hairs curling from the crocked isthmus, and also a trace of moisture there.

I had felt my cock stiffen inside my tree trunk, and I had sat up straight, my hand now shaking slightly as I continued to rub oil into her figure. I kept looking at her ass, the backs of her second joint, and realized my ventilation was getting louder.

Mum knew, though. She was listening to my labored breathing, and knew the speech sound very well. She understood, I, her vernal son had probably seen her ass buttock crew and squeeze, but she didn't seem embarrassed. On the contrary, she worked her ass some more, knowing I was getting a erection, and I wanted to take a peek at her. So she flexed her ass cheeks time and again, spreading her recollective thighs a lilliputian wider. She purred softly, and my imagination was becoming Samuel Wilder and wilder.

Mom is so amazingly beautiful it makes my warmness hurt to bet at her. I melt inside when she smiles at me and I hate to see her unhappy.
I wheezed and panted, struggling to assure myself.
'' Mom, I have to tell you, I want you. I want to make love to you. I want you in every way a man can want a charwoman. I want to make you my own. ``
# # # #
That was a relentless ambition by night ; it was also a day dream. After several month of restorative surgery I left the infirmary to go back to work, my human face was completely changed, the ripe slope, where I had been hit and wounded, was nearly paralyzed, and the cryptic injury had left a scar that even the best sawbones had been unable to remove.

I needed to hide the big scar so I started to grow a beard and let my hairsbreadth long ; when I left the hospital I had no hair or beard, I looked like a monster out of the depths of the oceans ; but, after a mates months being back on the rig in the heart of the sea, my beard and hair were long enough to go to the barber shop and set them to work me look like a human been again.

With the barbershop professionals we decided that my beard and mustache would be permanently one-half column inch long, that would be able to extend the scar and the paralysis of that side of my face, at the same fourth dimension I decided that my hair would reach down to my neck and use it in a horse-tail form.

One of the consequences of my stroke at sea was that the new hair growing in both my headland and byssus, was not jet pitch-dark, my new hairsbreadth people of colour was less intense black and had a wide strip of hair as white as Baron Snow of Leicester where the scar was, and my appearance is totally different than it was.

I didn't dive as much as before, not for so long a clip, now I rather performed tasks of ascendency and supervision of early frogman and welders, only when they were highly differentiate undertaking did I went down to do or control.

aliveness wasn't the same, something had broken inside me and I didn't enjoy submarine work anymore. I did control my fiscal assets and with some good everting I was in my way to be, if not rich, at least, financially sound.

5 )

This is, I thought to myself as I dialed, one of the foreign phone outcry I have ever made in my life. What was even more bizarre was that the first strangest phone call option I had ever made was only two months ago. And was related to this one, in fact, without that one this one would not be potential ; I thought sardonically that I was breaking personal records right and left.

But how do I go about this affair, I started to wonder ; Hang out in unmarried bars ? I could n't do that. I did n't even like taproom that a good deal. I mean, my forcible appearance is the issue. I'm a twenty four years old guy, I am in good shape. I kept myself somewhat fit, and though I had a full muscular body, is my feeling my face and head still draw too often attention which makes me very uneasy and I feel uncomfortable in the presence of people who I do not know.

Besides, woman put as a good deal emphasis on men's good looks, or so I think. So, the bar vista was out. Then what ? –do I approach a fledged female, and say,"Hey, I want to jump in bed with you because I want to get experience with a mature cleaning lady before I die '' I'm sure the slap would win me a word title, if exclusively it would just hold on there and the police didn't lockup me in a mental institution and threw the key away
And then it hit me. I did n't want to get in trouble, I didn't want to risk an emotional exploitation and then leave, but I wanted to feel a mature woman 's body, find what it 's like to be made honey and be educated in the nuisance of sex by a learned female. The only choice was, at first, loathly, and then, like the organic evolution of my emotions about living with a scarred fount, totally reasonable : A call girl.
With someone who does this professionally, several panorama of my lookup are eliminated : no hunting, no rejection, no plethora and contempt of anyone I don't know, and no long games of persuasion. It was unsubdivided, I pay her, and she comes to me.
I was about to find out, and receive the biggest surprisal of my life.
In one of my now infrequent landings I went to speak to my lawyer and stockbroker, now a friend, and we talked about my investing and other particular panorama of my spirit, my wellness and the proximity of my retreat and what was I going to do with my life from now on.

"Ok Pierce, now, I'm your protagonist, you know that, I ‘ m worried about you. After the accident your spirit has changed, and except the money part, you are almost rich, your life is in shambles. I think is a good time for you to depend for a good girl and get married, or else"my lawyer said to me.

"Is that a legal advice ?"said I trying to joke with the base
"No Pierce, is a friend's advice, you need a woman in your life, someone who loves you"
"As if that were so well-situated ; Ok, maybe to you it is, you're a brilliant and fertile lawyer, and have lots of overnice women at your snapping of finger's breadth, but look at me, I'm deformed and I can't go asking women to date me"

"First let me evidence you something : YOU ARE NOT DEFORMED, you are a minuscule, very little different to the better-looking boy you were, you think you are deformed, your face has only changed a bit, in fact you are more interesting, your aspect is manlier now than before"

"Yea, yea, right, and frogs fly"

"Let me believe, maybe I have a solution, a transitory one intellect you, but none the less it would do for now, until you get back your self-esteem. ”,"birdsong me in a few Day ok, I must prepare some song and try to colligate some important people"

A twain months later I called my lawyer and friend ; he had a telephone turn and two names I should contact. It was sentence to found out if the tip I had received from my lawyer was true or it was a joke. I was making the second strangest phone call of my life history, and it was being answered.
"good even, International Trade Company, Miss Forrest speech production, how can I aid you ?"The madam 's voice sounded professional and calm.
I cleared my throat. Just be target, I told myself. The bad think it can find is they hang up on you. `` Hi, I'm Pierce Bridgeport '' I said pleasantly, as if I were about to order a gift basketful for someone, `` I was uh ... given your company name by my attorney Dr Phillips and I was wondering if I could make water use of the serving of your company.

"Yes you can, in fact Dr Phillips has contacted us and mentioned your name as a potential customer of our services"she said, not sounding surprised at all.

`` I just ask a few personal datum from you sir, like name, address, credit carte du jour phone number and a supporter ; in this fount Dr Phillips recommendation is sufficient, and uh sir you will necessitate a dispatch medical check-out including bloodline tests to prevent the possibility of spreading some disease, if there is any ; our ladies are protected, the Same as our clients are ; ours is a very discreet and careful enterprise"

I smiled. They must be fairly pop in some mixer rotary, I thought.
"Okay, that 's fine. I'll fax you the health check tests"And I gave her the data she needed, Phillips had told me they checked very thoroughly every new prospective client.
"Now sir, when would you like the noblewoman proceed you company ? I mean from two daytime on"
I presumed that these two days were needed to determine that my individuality would not make problems to the enterprise.
"What do you need from me ; I mean where do we go from here ?"
"well, sir, first of all, is there any character of madam you are looking for ? particular physical things, race, size, hair color ... ?"
I let out a little nervous laugh. `` fountainhead, yes I do n't recognize if you can get what I'm specially looking for, I mean I 'm assuming they are all pretty young and middling attractive- ''
'' Yes, they all are that, '' she joined me in the piffling laugh, and I was much more prosperous now."What are you looking for specifically ?
"wellspring, I just want someone who has umm ... experience. That wo n't sense uncomfortable with me, you know, she must be around 40 years old, and blond, very blonde with deep blue centre ... ``
"Do n't worry. I think I 've got just the gentlewoman of your dreams. Her name is Rachel. She 's forty-four, and very open-minded, and I 'm middling sure she 's what you are looking for. ``
'' Hum. fountainhead fine, now umm ... how often is all this going to cost me ? ``
"There 's a matted fee of $ 1.000 for her to come out, and that 's for an minute and a half with her. That 's just for being with her. You may go dancing, to dine, to walk, anything former than society you have to negotiate with her. Your activeness and the prison term they take you 'll discuss with Rachel, and if she requires more, then you work it out with her. ``
I was dumb several secondment, and then the vocalisation brought me out of my reverie :
"Are you there sir ? Do you need time to think ? Would you care to call another prison term ?
"No, no, no I'm here, everything is all right. So may I hope to receive your call in a twin day to sustain the date of my… err reunion with the lady ?"
"Yes sir we will contact you, one way or another. sound evening"
"Good evening, I wait your call. Thank you"
Rachel. A shiver went through me, and I already was fascinated by this mystery"claim lady ”. There would be Thomas More than an hour and half if I had anything to say. I was n't a guy, who wanted to"get laid"I wanted a life experience ,. I knew already this was a good decision.
Three days later I was called and asked what day would suit me. I told them and I paid the flat fee over the phone with my mention posting, and supplied again my address, and directions. The charwoman assured me that Rachel would be arriving within an hour to an hr and a one-half. My apartment was in a condo a little means out of the urban center, and it would make her a while to get here.
# # # #
I walked through the aliveness room and made sure it looked neat, and then I got into the shower. I had a light, dancing flavour in my groin. My finger's breadth went to my sex and stroked gently, but I resisted the urge to jack off. I wanted to save my sexual get-up-and-go for what ; I was sure, lie ahead.
I toweled off and went to my closet. What to fall apart ? I laughed at myself. I haven't had the opportunity to habilitate formal many times, and never for the visit of a"call Lady"coming to my place. I chose to keep it introductory, Canadian shirt and dungaree, loafers with white socks. My flat was simply decorated, Mexican tile, and wood. Ceiling sports fan with ratan vane, and big Paxto throw rugs. I wondered what Rachel, probably used to meeting men in hotels, would believe of being here.

Very nervous while I waited, I looked at my thoughtfulness in the mirror, turned both ways. Not bad, not bad at all. Then I looked closely at my face and almost instantly, I regretted the phone call. A imagination of a `` prostitute '' -that 's what she was, was n't it ? pushed its way into my mind 's eye like a burglar coming in a window. A saw this pretty, pouty, overly made up girl, eyes dulled by robotic sex, chewing gum and counting my money, going through the motions with me, because I was paying her, and asking me,

"Hey, what happen to yore face"
Feeling the hammering of my jugular veins, I went to the support room, and put on some lenient classical music. Then I thought about it, and wondered what she liked. screwing it and fuck her. Every passing moment more queasy, I switched the stereo off completely. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 8:05pm. She was scheduled to go far rightfulness around now. The woman on the phone had said about 8 pm, fall in or take for dealings. Relax, boy !
I headed to the kitchen and decided to open a bottle of wine-colored. On the way, I heard by the undefended window the gentle crunch of tire on the gravel drive, and peeked out the window. My nitty-gritty thumped faster in my chest as I strained to see who was getting out of the bright silver Mercedes sports car, and then I decided to hold back until she got to the door.
I went to the kitchen, uncorked a bottle of Tannat, and waited for the doorbell to ring.
I opened the door and rush, it felt like a sledge had hit me in the nape. Something oppressed my chest and I could not catch one's breath. well, she was beautiful, alright. Beautiful and gorgeous, she is like something who came from another mankind, and there are no word to describe her, making her justice.
"Hi, are you ... Pierce ?"Her eyes swept me quickly, but met my middle and stayed there. The cleaning lady on the phone at International patronage party had not asked my age, and I was wondering just how surprised Rachel was.
"Yes,"I smiled and my voice trembled"And you are Rachel."
"That 's me."Her smile was brilliantly, charming in fact, and her behaviour caught me off guard. She did not in any way fit the tire, gum-chomping sex hobo that my brain had feared.
Rachel came in and I saw her eyes sweep the room, taking it in as she set her bag on the sofa. She was dressed in a white body hugging tube dress that outlined a nearly perfect body. Her breasts were big, parental, but looked entirely cancel, and well, she was a knockout. She was not lilliputian, a couple of inches shorter than me, and reminded me of the vision I had of my mother in my former years, with the Same type of prospicient haircut, only Rachel 's was maybe a little less whitish blonde with a few shadow blond highlighting, and it was flowing over her shoulder joint in straightaway, slick chain, out of which peeked a pair of gold and ball field wicket earrings. She looked very sexy without looking cheap ; on the contrary she looked dandy, mature and very sophisticated.
Her deep blue oculus were tranquil and focused as she accepted my invitation to sit. She crossed her legs
"Well, this is different,"she said, smiling softly.
"Not as dissimilar as it is for me,"I said, causing her to express mirth a little.
"Ok, so let 's get the occupation out of the way."
I nodded.
"First let me tell you something about me. I don't need the money, so what I am, for my own reasons, is a high gear course of study gentleman 's escort. I take as much or as piddling work as I want from a reputable agency. The client pay the agency and then the federal agency pays me. The clients are charged ten one hundred dollars for my company in the evening, of which I get half. nigh of the node are well heeled businessmen or diplomats, usually from out of town but occasionally local. They use the representation for two main intellect : either they prefer to give dinner with a beautiful and intelligent companion rather than eat alone, or they want to impress their colleagues by having a suitable escort on their arm.

Most of the clients I have had are in their mid-fifties and upwards. As you know the agency does not advance sexual relations, but, of course, the subject area usually crops up sometime during the evening with most of my clients. Any money or gifts that are offered in tax return for sex are between the bodyguard and the client. I have only occasionally turned down such a petition so far, for very personal and specific grounds, as I can usually defecate another ten or XV hundred dollars. However, I always insist that the client wear a safety ; you never know, even some of the old cat might be carrying something."

"Now, about us and this evening, do we go out to turn over the metre or do we continue here ?"

I was mesmerized ; I had to clear my throat before I could say a Son."If you don't mind I would prefer to stay here"
"How long do you require me to detain ?"she asked pleasantly, her heading tilted to one side.
"That is, if you know yet. If you like, we can spend the minute and a one-half you paid for, and you can decide then, or whatever. But I need to have got an idea of how long our, umm ... school term is, and what are you looking for."
I had already thought about that, and I knew the answer.
"I 'll try to make this well-situated,"I said, swallowing backbreaking. But it was n't easy. Not for me. I took a intimation, and took the leap.
"I want you to stay until tomorrow morning,"I said, holding her gaze. Her eyebrows lifted when I said this."And"I said, glancing away and then back to her,"I want you to be ... um ... leave to do everything and anything with me."
She nodded slowly,"Everything and anything ..."she repeated trailing off, looking my body up and down quickly.
"look ”, I said,"one matter I want to be exonerated on, Rachel, please. I don't have a lot of experience with women. I need to learn many things, if my being 20 four old age old is somehow uncomfortable to you after what you just has told me ... well, that 's fine, I'll understand if you want somebody older, really wo n't necessitate law-breaking. I just want you to be comfortable with me, and relaxed enough to just be ... adventuresome I guess is the Holy Writ I 'm looking for."I watched her carefully.
She nodded."I think I understand. Adventurous is not a trouble, Franklin Pierce. Teaching you as much as I can of what I know would be my pleasure. But you must know that I have limitations-no animals, no small fry, no fury, and no scat."
"You do n't have to worry about me being involved in those…, in that kind of practices"
I flinched."People actually ask you…"
"Yes, you would be amazed what people have asked me to do. But I do n't manage with any of those things, under any fate, no matter how much money they may offer."
If I liked her before, now I liked her more for that."I 'm not into that either. I just want to be able-bodied to let loose, and take on some time, and relax, and just do things with you I 've only fantasized about. I want you to decompress too, not feel like you have to pretend anything ... just be yourself, and be open to whatever I want."
She looked at me deeply, and said quietly,"You got it."
She certainly filled me with a late thrill, and I had to take a farseeing breathing time. I felt my mouth getting dry.
"And as for your… umm ... age ... Pierce, you look splendid to me. I mean, you look great ; you have naught to worry about. I think your hairsbreadth and beard are gorgeous, by the way,"she said.
I felt an incommensurable relievo, and I felt very grateful for her kindness"Thank you, very very much"I replied."Would you like a glass of wine, or something else ?"
"I normally do n't drink when I 'm working, but it sounds nice. If you 're going to have a glass I 'll ingest one with you."
I came back with two glasses of the Tannat, and I sat closer to her.
"So,"she said, wanting to get the financial aspects out of the way, which I was glad for. I wanted that part to be settled too."You want me overnight, and you want me all the way."
It sounded so uncanny and commercial when she put it that way, but yes, that was what it was and what I wanted. As much as I wanted her to be, she was not my mother, only a paid reserve
'' Yes, that's right '' I said.
She stood up with her looking glass, and walked slowly by my oddment ledge, looking at my collection of cop and dodo miniature sea creatures, flick, hand-made wood coasters from brazil nut, and other kind of souvenir from the sea I had gathered in my travelling. Then she sauntered over by a picture of a cleaning lady resembling my mother, I watched her as she walked, obviously doing some calculating and assessing, I assumed, how often was I worth as she moved gracefully through my livelihood room. She was an alarmingly beautiful and ripe woman.
She took another hanker sip of wine, turned and walked over to where I was.
"Ok. Pierce, I 'll need three thousand, '' she said. And she looked at me almost with a glint of first moment, as if she thought I would bet on out, or at least try to haggle with her, but I did n't like for money, I wanted her.
"Three thousand,"I repeated with a nod, and fished into my leather portfolio. I opened a large gasbag, and counted out thirty one one-hundred dollar bill bills, and handed them to her.
She nodded, I noted, impressed, and smiled as she carefully put the money in her pocketbook."Thank you,"she said."I 'm all yours, now,"she said, spreading her branch and laughing gently.
"Do you want me to get unclad now, or ... ? ”, as we went to the bedroom.
6 )

She slid the spaghetti of her clothes down her shoulders and then took off her white garb and pulled it down and away from her body, and threw it on the trading floor. Underneath she wore an absolutely foul albumen demi-bra and panty set with a meet garter belt and stockings. In her five in spiked heel she looked spectacular to say the least.

I awkwardly hugged her and leaned over to kiss her mouth with overheated passion. She gently pushed me back with her bantam yet strong hands and taking my head with her two hands, told me,

"Lesson number one President Pierce, kiss softly ; your lips are very hard against mine and you hurt my rim, your lips must be pliant, sonant, caressing, you open your brim a little and let the tip of your knife touch my lips like a feather"

We kissed again, she moulding her sass to my oral cavity and teaching me how to kiss a fair sex. After a few minutes, she slowly opened her mouthpiece letting my natural language slid inside. Her tongue met mine softly touching the tip, and then our tongues were locked in a affaire d'honneur, touching, feinting, curled on the other, producing and filling our mouths with spittle. She took my tongue with her back talk and swallowed it like a penis. She sucked and suckled trying to gobble it and pull in it out of my throat.

My excitement was growing and I couldn't keep my hands off her breasts, I had to meet and caress them above the bra.

"Now President Pierce, let me take the bra off"with that her hands went to her spinal column and with practiced easy unclasped the bra hooks, letting it precipitate to the trading floor. She was now in her tiny white panty, white stockings and supporter belt.

She was stunning, her body that of a goddess, Aphrodite was the animal and Rachel the Beauty. My hands went now to her bare white meat, and I started to caress and twinge the nipples between my fingers, then, immediately my mouth went straight to her mammilla, sucking on them urgently for two or three minutes as the blood was filling my firmly hammer. The importunity of my desires made me try to do everything at once, touching her breasts, sucking, kissing and biting her nipples, and my actions were more sharp than usual.

She slide her hands on my chest, stroking my abds and then gently stroking my mammilla, making the lead as hard as Stone, then she leaned and took one nipple in her oral cavity, then the other, it was amazing, an galvanizing current went from the bakshish to my cock.

"You see my lamb, men 's nipples are as tender as that of adult female, you just have to be ship's boat and excite them to come active and green goods pleasure, as is the lawsuit with women breast, this is another lesson, be supply ship, your devotee will be thankful"

"Oh Rachel, can't believe it, it's incredible, never thought my nipples were like this"

"They are, men think char like her breasts to be manhandled, that may be so sometimes, but you must let the woman to tell you when and how they want it rough lets go to bed now and make love properly"

"Franklin Pierce"she whispered as she lay on her breadbasket in the bed. The long length of her naked back stretched from her shank, along the center, directly over her back, a oceanic abyss vale ran between the muscles in her backbone, rising and disappearing into her slender neck. From the waist down the same vale sank into a deep crack that ended in a beautiful pair of long bronze legs. I was mesmerized, the tiny panty, the stockings, the pumps, my memory board going back ten years to a similar and beautiful trunk to which I was applying sun screen at our poolside. It was my mother's body.

"What is it, Rachel ?"My phonation was hoarse, trembling and unrecognizable

'' I want you to bear upon me wherever you want to. ``

'' Are you sure ? ``

I saw her nod into the pillows."Not just sure, Pierce. I need you to come to me everywhere. I need that very badly, and I'll tell you how, where and when"a silence,

"I'll Thatch you to really produce love to a woman, wasn't that what you wanted ?"

"Yes Rachel, that's what I want, and I would care very a good deal to touch you anywhere"I said.

She sighed profoundly and sank further into the mattress. I ran my workforce up along her back, astounded at the silken eloquence of her skin, the unblemished aerofoil burn to my touch. I don't think how recollective was I stroking her back and neck, sliding my hired hand down to the curve ball of her ass, cupping her round cheeks in my palms.

Finally, I couldn't hold myself back any longer ; I allowed my fingerbreadth to wander down, along the cleft between her cheeks. I pulled off the flimsy pantie and touched very lightly the ruck of her whoreson and felt her twitching as my fingers passed over it. Then I moved them down, stroking her inner thighs and she widened her ramification for me to gain corking access. Again my memories came back.

I stroked downwards, and my fingers ran along the outer crease of her labia, her pussy-lips were very wet and I took her fluids with the tip of my finger. I ran them up to her perineum, to the star of her ass and I tickled the rim letting it moist, and then I went back down, moving my fingers inwards a fraction, repeating this, moving them in a little more each sentence until I had stroked the full width of her pussy lips and eventually came to my butt. At live I ran a finger directly up over the closed slit of her pussy. Her fluids had by now filled her and leaked out and my fingertip was coated as I ran it along the slit. Rachel moaned and lifted her hips backward.

"Am I doing it right"I asked a moaning Rachel.

"Yes, yes, keep it, keep doing it"was her only answer.

I lowered my hand again and stroked her, pushing more firmly on each passing game, parting her brim and probing her inner labia with my middle finger, her wetness was pouring out and onto my mitt, and onto the weather sheet. I cupped my palm downwards over her kitty-cat, two fingers parting the labia and inserting them inside, now my middle digit had found the hard nub of her clitoris and was teasing the slippery surface.

She was completely hairless and liquid, no polarity of chaff or razor burn, no two-piece billet, top or stern, she suntanned au innate, she had just subdued smooth skin as though she had never had any fuzz down there in her lifetime, her pink flesh brilliant. She moaned, again and again.

Rachel was breathing harder now, the red tip of her tongue licking her lips continuously and I began to rub faster and more meaningfully at her dripping sex. My own shaft was painfully arduous and the top dog was leaking pre-cumm along my side. I didn't know how tenacious it could take for Rachel to look for release, but this seemed longer than any experience I had ever had or remembered. I desperately wanted to fondle myself and let it go but dared not spoil the joy I was giving to her. She wanted me to make her cum, she was making that enlighten, but I was not sure enough of anything else. I was content with that, message with making this heavenly vision happy.

Rachel moved, turned on swinging her peg at the same fourth dimension off the bed, her pegleg were parted and her wet sex glistened and drew my hand, she reached around and grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand aside. At the Same sentence she pushed herself back towards me in the bed, once, twice, and then she kneeled before me with her head down.

In other time I could n't have dreamed this angel wanted me to fuck her, but now there were Thomas More affair I could do. I lowered myself down, bringing my expression close to her ass-cheeks and kissed them, I ran my knife up along her crack to her back, sucked it, then back down, passing over her whoreson, letting my tongue rim her briefly, and onwards until my lingua parted her pussy-lips and I tasted for the beginning clip her juices. She was tart and sweet and the olfactory property of her put in my fount and almost made faint of pleasure.

I lifted her hips in my hand and pushed my tongue deep between her pussy-lips, savoring her moisture, playing with her overgorge clitoris. Rachel pushed back against me and grunted.

'' Oh President Pierce, '' she murmured, then again, `` Oh Pierce ... ''

I was kneeling behind her licking her twat and at the same gently stroking and caressing all over her thighs with my fingertips, while she moaned breathlessly, sobbing at the Sami time ; I put one arm around her and reached her genitals from the presence, massaging her button with my digit while my lingua pushed hard into her from fundament. My face and mouthpiece were soaked as I worked hard to bring her conclusion to climax and then, just as I was sure she was going to climax she released the insistency and dropped back down.

She grunted and looked back at me, calming down now, I held off, waiting until she had drawn back from the edge, then she raised her back again and I started to push my spit into her again, she was managing the clock time for her sack as I brought her to the edge a 2d metre and then I felt her thighs begin to tremble again.

"Oh fuck Franklin Pierce,"Rachel groaned."Make me cum now, please ... '' She was shaking, hardly able to control herself. I wanted desperately to release my rooster and push it inside her, but I made no motility to do that.

I lowered my point and licked her again, then I let go of her pussy and went to her asshole, I started tonguing the rim, occasionally allowing the tip to agitate hard into her passage. Rachel moaned loudly and rocked her rose hip against my face.

"Yes Pierce, yes, make me cum ... I need to cum badly now ... reach me cum pleaseee !"

Then I dropped in the bed turned around on my backrest and slipped my chief between her ramification from behind, now I had her snatch right hand over my face, I took hold of her ass and pulled her down ; her slit on my sassing I pushed my natural language cryptic interior, tasting the succus that flowed freely from her. My left hand finger's breadth rubbed her clit and she gasped and started to tremble again and this clip I didn't let her withdraw again I pushed harder, reached deeper, rubbed roughly as pleasure grew and rolled through her.

As her thighs twitched and spammed I pushed my tongue as far as it would go into her vagina, and as she squealed and shook and I felt a new warm ebullition of fluid flood out of her and into my mouth. She was delicious, she was wanton, she was going to cumm hard. As she cried out again and jerked, trying to pull away from me I then pushed the middle finger of my right helping hand up her ass-hole hard.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh my fucking god, oh fuck !"she cried.

At the throes of her ecstasy I keep working on her, extending the peak as long as potential, but finally it began to subside and I felt her brawniness loosening and relaxing above my mouth. I feel her depression against the pillow and my fountainhead, I licked her a final metre along the puss of her puss, got up from under her and licked up along her ass, then I sat back and watched her slowly come to her senses.

Finally she sighed deeply and rolled over. For the first prison term I saw her as human and not a goddess. She lay back with her head propped on the pillow, her ramification parted around me, her directly stomach still heaving as she breathed. Her titty were the most beautiful I had ever seen. They were not overly orotund, but enate, and their physical body, texture and firmness were from another world. Her areola were dark rose in semblance and her nipple were a soft light pink, long and stiff.

She looked down over her physical structure at me, amused, unembarrassed, and smiling happily.

"Pierce. That was incredible. I have never cummed like that in my entire life. Thank you. I don't think you need very much to learn, you are a instinctive"

'' It was my pleasure, I haven't done that before, '' I said.

She placed her hand flat on her underbelly."I can still feel it, here,"she said softly. Her eyes were heavy with aroused passion and I could see her lids beginning to close. She smiled and shook her head."I can't believe it, I 'm sleepy now, it had never happened to me before ... .."

"Do n't worry."

"But what about you, Pierce ? I have to do something for you ... that was the dea ... .Let me rest a couple hours, but don't let me slumber all the night"

"You don't know what you already have done for me, don't you worry"I said.

"I do n't need to pull up stakes you like this. seminal fluid and at least make out me."

"Don't concern I'll do in a couple hours, or in the morning"

"You 're sure ?"

"More sure than of anything before"

I sat back on my heels and stood up, offered her my hand and when she took it pulled me in bed and on her. She threw her arms around me and hugged me, I enclosed her in mine, still not quite indisputable how to deal with her. She cuddled against me then pulled her face away and kissed me deeply on the mouth.

"I think I love you, Pierce"

I smiled. I knew I had made a good performance in what I had just done to her, but I also knew it was her satisfaction talking and not her heart.

"Let 's go to sleep"I said to her.

I took her hand and as she pulled the rag aside slid into the large bed.

"Let me deliver a look at you, at what you have for me, Pierce. I want to see what you have been keeping from me"

I looked down at the tent the hanker protuberance made in the sheets. I was still very grueling, and I was no long embarrassed, she hadn't flavor or commented about my font, my two color beard or whisker, she hadn't even been disgusted when she had kissed me in the mouth. My cock jerked upwards when I lifted the sheet. At my age it stand upright list to the leftfield and on my stomach. It rose just above horizontal, veined and pale, jutting out from my dense fatal pubic hair, the prepuce pulled back and the late ridge around the chief raised and raging purple.

Rachel was watching me and my cock with eyes that were barely open.

"Pierce, Am I dreaming ? '' she whispered.

"Not yet,"I said.

"My god, President Pierce, THAT thing is really vast ... that's the biggest penis I have ever seen ... mmmm ... seminal fluid and hold me, my dear"

I let the handle down and slip beside her ; she turned around and wriggled her ass back towards me.

"Put that big member between my ramification, Pierce. Just let it remain in between my legs ..."

I scooted across the bed from my side of meat to hers, slid my stopcock between her start thigh and put my arms around her, cupping her breasts into my palms.

"Oh yes, I like that very much, guard me tightly"she said to me sleepily. She closed her thighs and my beam was pressed by the lips of her vagina. I could not see the capitulum of my cock, but I 'm sure it appeared in front of her legs free, I 'm trusted it must induce seemed that my shaft was hers, that she was sporting a turncock

"I 'm no-count, Pierce, but I am just so tired ... It is been a foresightful time since I 've had a sitting like this, I will make it up to you tomorrow ..."

"That's all right, we'll talk in the morning"I said."sweetness and happy dreams."

She wriggled her ass back against me, her script dropped and I felt her finger's breadth encircle my cock and traction it hard. Gradually I felt how the tensed muscles of her dead body relaxed as her breathing deepened into sleep. I lay there carefully listening, feeling her soft breath leave her organic structure ; proof of the profoundness of her nap and her fatigue were the soft stertor from time to prison term escaped her mouth. I was happy ; I was feeling the firm weight of her breast in my hired hand, and my cock was as hard as a rock, would it stay as hard as it was all Night ? I haven't cummed. almost probably will.

I took a aspect at the bright clockwise in the night table, it was 2 am and I was awake. We had come to bed just after nine. At eleven and a one-half she had gone to sleep, at some point sleep should have won because the adjacent thing I knew I was lying on my vertebral column and some noise woke me to the darkness, it was Rachel flushing the john and then she walked back into the bedroom, naked and unselfconscious.

"I'm sorry,"she whispered as she slid back in bed,"I needed to pee. I did n't require to wake you up."

"Don't worry"I said, and lifted my arm. She curled beside it and hugged against me, her breasts parting around my ribcage so one flattened on my dresser and the other pushed against my side. She kissed me on my mighty side nerve, not mattering to her, the beard or the scar in it ; then she took my head with her hand and kissed me hotly on the mouth. Our brim opened and I felt her glossa dueling against mine. She lifted herself on the bed, put both of her manpower on my face and kissed me with uncontrollable passion.

I felt my pecker stretching and beginning to fill again ,. Rachel's leg mounted over my waist, her hands released my face, one caressed my brass and the former moved down across my chest of drawers, dragged over my tummy to regain the nucleotide of my cock and gripped it. Now I was fully set up again, and she slid her hand up along my, until she reached my cock's school principal and then enclosed it. I could experience her fingers rubbing my piss hole in the centre of my head-cock, drawing fluids out from it and rubbing it over me.

She threw the sheets down and pulled herself up, holding my hammer and looking at it. I laid back in the pillow, my hands under my head and let her watch over me. She stared intently at it, fascinated ; I couldn't believe it, she was after all a mature adult female with cognition, in the scriptural sense, of many men and their puppet. She pushed it to one English and then the early, gently plying my foreskin back up and down, no masturbating me, to cover my ruffle capitulum and then drawing it back. She leaned further down and looked at my glob. They are large and heavy, covered in pilus, and she cupped them, squeezed them gently and kissed them.

"Why do n't you shave your balls ?"she asked."They are beautiful, and I could see them intimately if you did."

"Well…you see, I work in a very rough environs, people who works with me are very natural, and you maybe can't think me, but because I don't go whoring with them, so they affair maybe I am gay"

She looked up at me."They think WHAT, Really ? Is that truth ?"

"Yes really, it doesn't thing to me what they think, but they do"

"But that's nonsense ; nowadays many men shave completely their genitals"She exclaimed.

"Ok, if you like it I'll do it as soon as I get up,"I said.

"Are you sure, would you that for me ?"Her heart like disc

"Of course, you shave your pussycat, so it seems only fair."

'' Oh that, '' she said. `` I do n't trim it. The federal agency paid for laser removal. Many clients prefer a bald pussy, my hubby does not care one way or other, and It's better for my work, and I don't worry about it again. ``

"Your hubby did n't mind ?"

"No, why ? He doesn't usually look my genitals or touch it, and I like my pussy to be scavenge and smooth. Do n't you like it ?"

"I sure do,"I said.

She laughed"That's what I thought last evening."She looked closer at my cock."This is beautiful,"she said,"So very beautiful."She leaned down and kissed the side of my cock."I want to make you cum now. Can I do that for you Pierce ? ``

I smiled."That would make me very happy."

"It would establish me very happy,"she said looking into my eyes.

Rachel kissed my cock again, planting diminutive circuit of wetness with the tip of her tongue from the stand to the head. Then she slid her clapper out and with the bland licked me all along my peter, dropped, lay down and bat and wet-nurse my balls into her mouth, wetting them all over. She lifted her psyche and asked me,

"You like ?"

Without waiting for an answer she dipped her headway again and began tonguing my testicles delicately, deliberately massaging and probing at them. As she tongued me I saw her albumen blonde hair falling around her face and my pubic bone, it was the range of a function that I had so often conceive of, that of my female parent sucking me, she wasn't, but I felt malign and lewd and lecherous. I felt finally free.

I squealed loudly and rose up off the bed when she gently sucked one of my testes into her thirsty mouth and rolled it across with her tongue. I thought I was losing my nous ; for various minutes she alternated from one threatening testicle to the other, sucking and licking and slurping. I could only writhe and hitch over her as she mouthed me.

She got herself back up, her face against my stomach, her warm moist hint against the head of my cock and I felt her lips gently inclose it. Her tongue ran around my secretory organ, the tip felt under the ridgeline and then back up and probe inside the slit of my cock.

"I like the taste of you ; Brigham Young shaft has a way of relishing, so good, so different from olds man cocks"she said, and then sucked my cock again, sliding me profoundly into her mouth.

My tool was much too big for her to get anywhere near taking my full distance, but with her experience, she took three quarters of my cock inside her back talk. She opened it wider and tried to gobble Thomas More, she started to gag as I touched the top of her throat, fighting it off and continuing to unsay me.

She made a lowly noise, like a gurgle, and continued to gobble my engorged dick. I haven't had many women, but none could involve Thomas More than five inches of my turncock in their oral cavity, my goddess had already swallowed seven and was trying to get the remaining inch. I felt her throat clench and constrict, then she pulled away and breathed deeply.

'' Oh Rachel"I whimpered

I took her from the articulatio humeri and she came up to me and kissed me deeply. I could taste my cock on her mouth and it made me even more agitate as I ran my tongue all around in her back talk and lips.

"It 's O.K.,"I said."You do n't suffer to do that. You don't have to take all"

"I know it, but I want to,"she said."I want all of you. Let me try again."She slid down over me and closed her lip over my bloated cock again. I sat up against the pillows and watched as more and more of my cock disappeared between her sassing. I watched as with her experience she adjusted her top dog angle, turning around so I was sliding it over her Kuki-Chin and straight person into her throat. I felt the fat chief touch her tonsils, then the top of her throat and I heard her deal a deep hint in through her nozzle, she was deep throating me.

She opened her throat and pressed down and I felt the closely muscles close around me. She twitched and then steadied herself, breathing thorough her nuzzle, as she pushed down harder to let me slid inside her, down into the top of her gullet, slip until her mouthpiece was pushed hard against my pubic ivory and my cock principal was buried inside her throat.

I felt the brawniness in her neck contract and open around my shaft, felt her head bob and I slid back out and then in again. She lifted her straits and took a deep breath, took me back inside. oceanic abyss inside my whoreson, in my prostate I was starting to ache. My orchis pulled up and contracted against my body and Rachel could felt up it as she cupped them. My cock seemed to elaborate a piddling more.

Next time she pulled away to breathe I took her chin in my manus and looked into her eyes. I said cypher at all, I was mesmerized just watching her, the she softly said,

"I want you to let go now, Pierce. I want you to cum in my oral cavity,"and I nodded.

She took me inside her mouth again, and breathed profoundly two or three times, before she lowered her top dog and I slid inside, touched the chess opening of her throat and then went profoundly. That's when I felt the urge ascension in my testes, and I gave up and allowed myself the release.

She seemed to realize the symptoms, she let go of my cock and asked,"Are you ready baby"

The word"baby"made something snap inside of my headland. I just nodded feebly and she began jerking me heavily and faster. My world seemed to block momentarily and I cried out sharply. I felt my cock spasm in her hand and as I started to issue forth I yelled,"Mom !"

She bent sharply at the waist and tried to stuff the enormous head word of my penis in her mouth to bewitch my interjection. She was just a endorsement too slow and my first jet of fond semen splattered against her upper lip and cheek. She moaned and scrambled to enclose her sass around my gorge and tempestuous knob. The pent up tautness of month of sexual want were released as stream after stream of thick, ardent come boiled up out of my ball and filled her oral fissure, she swallowed as fast as she could as a river of thick, fond semen poured from my lurching penis.

My headland was spinning as she hungrily gobbled my warm, salty come and I was conscious of my anguished moans of pleasure filling the bedroom and echoing inside my head. I used my hands on the back of her head urging her not to stop.

"Mommmm"I cried again, pushing her forefront hard,"It feels so good ! Please do n't hold back Mom ! Oh God ! Oh God"

I could hear her moan against my warm thickness ; her hand was pulling at the base of my putz, squeezing and yanking him vigorously. Only a small portion of my gumshoe was in her oral fissure but it felt like I was entirely swallowed.

I came so hard and so heavy I saw she was unable to swallow fast enough. Over and over I convulsed in her back talk, flooding it to overflowing. trickle of my slippery sirup escaped the street corner of her mouth and ran down its duration to her chin.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhh mother"I heard myself sobbing as my climax gradually slowed to a stopover and my straits slowed its spinning. I could finger my entire body trembling as she ran her fingers up the undersurface of my massive electronic organ and squeezed the last of my come into her ravenous mouth.

My prick began to break and Rachel propped herself on her elbow joint and watched me as it deflate, I thought she was fascinated at the change as it finally lay down on my thigh, still long but no longer threatening, but it was something dissimilar she was fascinated.

"How did you do that,"I gasped.

"What do you mean baby"she said.

I was confused, I had no recollection of what I had said while cumming

"I did it because I wanted to. I wanted to do something special for you. I 've never had something as big as your cock before in my mouthpiece. But it was n't so severe"

"Oh, I thought it was pretty heavily,"I said jokingly, and she slapped my stomach with the vertebral column of her hand.

"How long until you can get hard again, Pierce ?"she asked.

"I do n't bed. Not properly away, I guess maybe an hr or two probably"

"O.K.. We 'll await until tonight then."

I felt jumble, I looked at the bedside table clock ; it was six thirty in the morning, it had been a long and hearty night, maybe the best of my life story, but the night had ended, and her fourth dimension with me. It had been worth the three grand.

She climbed up along my dresser and kissed me. I could still try my cock on her oral fissure, but now also tasted my own cum. I licked her cheeks and lips, and I allowed myself to taste it.

"I would like that very often"

"That 's good, very good. But tonight I want you to have sex me properly. I have other indigence you are going to carry through. Okay ?"

"Okay, '' I said, `` I might be able to manage that"

Then, out of the blueing, as if reading my idea she said.

"Don't worry Pierce, tonight is on me"

She bounced up out of bed like a stripling."cum on Pierce, come and shower with me and let me knock off your balls for you"

After that we went to bed until it was clock time for her to go.

Oh my God, I thought, if only….

7 )

eternal sleep claimed me at go and, surprisingly, it was free of dreams and incubus. I swam up from an inky lightlessness to the greyish light that entered my bedroom via the windows on the south side of the room. I sensed Rachel was already gone. I blinked and rose up on one cubitus. It was sorry and raining. The bedside clock read 9:45 a.m.

Then I remembered the night before and my heart was filled with warm sunshine and lustrous happiness. I jumped out of bed and paused as my neck and shoulder heftiness protested and my back talk and tongue were a short sore."Hey, little boy take it prosperous, we are n't used to that kind of workouts as you put us through last night."

I felt weird inside my shorts, too politic, too medium. And at inconvenient clock time my putz hardened and bulged in my suit pants as I thought of Rachel, so I had a grueling clock time in order to shroud myself. But apart from these inconveniences the day went well, I saw my lawyer and went to talk with my agent about some store I wanted to buy.

After lunch I had a brass to look with the CEO of the small company I worked for and filled her in on how my recovery was almost complete and when I would refund to work the trailer truck, probably the heart of the following hebdomad. She thanked me and walked me all the way out through the social movement of the power and shake off my hand as I left. Maybe the warming of my heart showed on my case, or in some other way, because it seemed that today hoi polloi had been treating me differently.

I caught a cab back to the condo and went up to my flat. It felt foreign and vacuous, not a place I wanted to be alone today. I changed, took a nap and prepare myself to await for Rachel. The maidservant had been around and everything was sparkling and smelling newly. I sat at the dining table and continued to forge on my theme, going fast but not so practically I could lose any important detail.

I was deep into the work when I heard the doorbell ; I took a look at a mantelpiece clock and saw it was almost 8:30 p.m. I went, opened the door and my goddess stepped into the room.

"Good evening President Pierce, how was your day"

I looked at her, her finely shaped eyebrow drawn down in amusement. There was no pauperism to be a mind reader to get laid what she was thinking. But what I was thinking was :"what the hell was Rachel doing with mortal like me ?"

"Can I get you something to booze ?"

"Uh, not today ... okay then. I'll have mineral water please"

I found a bottle of sparkling Vichy in the fridge and poured some into a vino drinking glass for her. I was spooky, tonight was different and I didn't have lots experience with woman, flirting or otherwise.

I sat on the couch and after a moment Rachel sat across from me in the armchair. She sipped at her boozing and looked at me again. She took a breath.

"I know it 's none of my business concern ... uh ..."her silence was deafening.

"Yes, what isn't Rachel ?"I said.

"fountainhead, Yeah Franklin Pierce, I remembered…. I was just wondering….are you, you know, in love with person ?"

"Uh, no, why do you ask ?"

She shrugged."Well it was WHO you called when you did cumm last night and this morning"she said, emphasizing the Logos who.

And in that instant a dash struck me, I remembered whom I had called when I was orgasming.

"Pierce, the fact that I'm here today William Tell you, you can commit me"she said softly.

I was stunned, never before had I let my secret see the daylight, it was always in the dark inlet of my mind. I was terrified, what would Rachel think of me.

"We 're friends, you can entrust me"She said again."Have you loved her long ?"

"Oh, ages"I said."Since I was thirteen"

"Thirteen… oh my, does she know"

"No, you are the first person to sleep together ; it was the outset clip my subconscious mind betrayed me"I couldn't take care her to the eyes.

"Oh my dear, your secret is well and prophylactic with me. I know how to maintain a secret, don't you think so ?"

She smiled again, this time her teeth flashing Patrick Victor Martindale White between her semblance darkened lip. She relaxed into her professorship. She was now happy as she understood my purpose. She was going to be my subrogating mother.

She crossed her elegant legs, long and tanned and smooth. I could see how she accepted me, no sagaciousness, she was beautiful, her someone was beautiful also, and, oh mygod her knocker pushed out against the figurehead of her dress in a way many immature breasts didn't.

She got up came directly across the room and flung herself down onto the couch at my side, leaned over and kissed me on the lips, then put her arm around my waist and angle her head on my shoulder.

"What do you require to do today Pierce, '' she asked me."Because I want to strip you naked and fuck your brains out"

As conversation went, it was probably the best one I had ever had. I got up took her and folded my arms around her. I was beginning to get used to her beauty.

"Perhaps we 'd better wait until we eat something,"I suggested.

Rachel pouted."Only if we have to do it, if it 's inevitably, or it's absolutely requirement. But Pierce, I 've been thinking about you all day. I 've been thinking about that long penis of yours and what I want to do with it"

"well I 've been a little disquiet myself,"I said.

I did n't narrate her I had asked my cab to swing past a drugstore on the way back to the apartment. I had gone inside and asked about Cialis and been given a foil large number containing four diminished greyness tablets. This was my last nighttime with Rachel and I wanted to detain hard for her all night long if that was what she wanted, at my age I don't need help, but was not to be passed over. The chemist said they could take twenty hour to start working, and was good for 48 minute so I planned to charter one before we started to throw love so that it would complain in after my first climax, hopefully boosting my recovery clip and keeping me hard.

Rachel hugged me close to her and slid her hand down my abdomen and over my putz. I was already semi-erect and she squeezed me through my pants.

"I ca n't wait,"she said."Here, help me."

She let me go and went into the sleeping room ; she turned around and said,"Unzip me, please."

I took off the match at her neck and pulled the zip down her long back. Rachel moved her articulatio humeri and the dress slid down her gorgeous body, with the tip of her shoe tossed it on the nook floor. She stood there in only a pair of small high cut panties and a tiny bra that was cut so low down as to bring out the tiptop of her pink nipples. It was a fucking me set of intimate apparel, telling me this night, for her, was not for the money, I lowered my caput a little and sucked one pap into my mouth and as Rachel pushed her loins against me, I delicately pushed her back and we fell on the bed.

I lowered my head to her and kissed her long and intemperate, I was so occupy with lust I was being clumsy, forgetting last Night lesson.
Rachel took my head with her manus and separated from her face."Easy baby easy, you're hurting my back talk, don't be gravelly, you must always be soft when cuddling, charwoman will tell you when do they want more"she softly told me while caressing my face.

I looked her with lust filled optic and mumbled,"Sorry, sorry I'll be more careful"

Then she opened her sass bringing my head down again and kissed me hard, passionately, her tongue sliding into my mouth and entwining with mine, mixing our oral fluids, and spitting her spit into my mouth for various minutes.

"That's how it must be, and then adult female will be yours forever"Panted Rachel into my mouth.

"You too ?"I asked

"Yes, mummy is yours forever, you have only to find the way"she said with a dual meaning.

I was too full of lecherousness to completely understand her signification, I had a infantile fixation, I needed to sleep with this gorgeous woman, so much like my mother.

She pushed my read/write head down to her lush breasts and said,"Suck my breast son, lactate them like when you were a sister ”.

¡Son¡ I was amazed.

I sucked one of her foresighted nipples in between my teeth, drawing its length inside my oral cavity and trapping it with my lips while my tongue flicked and played with the now angry rose tip. Rachel put her bridge player on the back of my header and held me there. I tugged her nipple with my teeth and when she moaned I bit her a little harder, then a little more, until she gasped and jerked away. That was honorable ; now I knew how voiceless I could go. I was fast learning.

I went from one breast to the early and repeated the relief, using just the justly amount of pressure with my lips. After ten or more than minutes of adoring her maternal breasts, sucking, licking and suckling, again and again I began to act down, licking the curved undersurface of her breasts. I took Rachel 's arm lifted it, and then licked along the undersurface of her arm and right into her armpit. She shuddered and dropped her hands to my head to put a kiss in my bearded cheek.

"Oh sister boy, that's so sound, suckle mommy again as you did before"she whined.

earshot her damp words I went mad with lustfulness, and whimpered as a little puppy.

I had to go to the target on my mind, traveling my route down her mature stomach, her birth giving stomach, pausing just enough at her navel to rag the dimple with my glossa tip and then descending to the flavourless muscleman above her mons veneris, and down, down, moving my tongue along the inner boundary of her hips, down the outside of her second joint to the back of her knee joint, there I sucked and teased the flesh, Rachel trembled with excitement, and whimpered and moaned, then I followed the reverse path up her legs to the center of pleasure, the giver sprightliness, to the small channels that dipped there to the junction of her legs ; she writhed and tried to promote her kitty-cat up onto my mouthpiece, trying to make middleman, but each time she did I detached my face.

"Oh God, Pierce my child, do n't ... I need you so badly,"she moaned.

I played with her again, and began to slowly lick and snog Rachel 's smooth, bare thighs, licking up and down the inside of her thigh, lifting her left leg so my lingua had a better access. Her pussycat was slightly opened, the outer rose lip wide-cut and plump, and I worked my way up and into them.

After I had reached her chthonian outer lips I began to run my natural language up one side of meat, across the top and down the early. On my fourth crack she told me,

"sister, just like that, suck my flock and open me with your natural language, then crowd your tongue like a stopcock inside and move it in and out, mother like it like that"

"Mother¡¡¡"I followed her instructions, but when she said mother she was not play-acting ; to her, she was my female parent, I did not understand it but a yummy chill ran through my body

"Oh yes, yes, just like that, so respectable, so fucking good"now she was frantic, she wasn't yesterday's coolheaded pro, today her mind was wandering in a human race of her own.

I pushed my top dog down and I licked her perineum and my poke inserted herself deep into her slit, with my poke well into her inter labia, I stretched my lingua and then tapped her anus

"Yes Pierce, ejaculate to mommy, oh ! Yes, oh yes ! Eat your mom"

I moved up and pulled the operose nub of her button into my mouth and sucked on it. Rachel emitted a farsighted moan, and I sucked her more, then I let the clitoris and slid my tongue down directly over her slit, parting it with the tip as she pushed towards me, I took mercy on her and slide my tongue inside, tasting her asperity, tasting the tart oiled inner bend. I could smell her heady, aphrodisiacal scent. It titillated me, I could also feel her ambrosia leak out, today was very copious and was smearing her second joint, my mouthpiece and my beard, what to say of the bed.

"Ahhhhh, ! Oh ! Ahhhhh, Franklin Pierce ! Yesssss, oh yes my beautiful son !"

My sass were still planted around her electrify cunt, and at the same time I steadily fluttered my lingua against her excited clit. My intact face and mouth had been covered in so lots of her sap, while my throat was happily gulping the descending froth.

Rachel 's bawling intensified."I 'm going to cum ! Oh yes ! I 'm going to cum, baby."

"Eat your mother, baby,"she repeated incoherently. Please infant, eat your female parent ! I want it ; I need it ... from you ! ``

I stuck a helping hand between the sheets and her soundbox and cupped it around her buttock, and put my thumb up along the fling of her ass pressing the blockheaded part of it directly onto her rear first step. Then I began to seriously work my tongue into her, opening her internal rim and delving inside as far as I could.

I wiggled my clapper in between the slit petals, nudging the tip again past the fleshy nether lapels, into her humid, syrupy depths.

"Ahhhhh, Ohhh ! That 's it ! stick your tongue in it, Saint John ! Stick your lingua in your mommy 's cunt !"Rachel deliriously insisted.

I readjusted my location from kneeling to lying down, tilted my foreland diagonally, and commenced devouring Rachel 's cuntal lips. I took them in between my own lips and gently rolled them in my mouth, frequently nibbling on them ; I would affectionately pull them, savour their spongy texture, and release them, enjoying how they moved back as an saltation

¡John ! My foggy mind was in no condition to enamour the significance of the cried Good Book, as Rachel pumped frenetically her rosehip up onto my cheek, doing most of the work herself. She had thrown her head back and the pillows only let me see her chin and breasts, my stead was awkward but I kept pushing my tongue into her, then with my other hand inserted two fingers directly inside her, pushing them in and out. At the same fourth dimension I moved my mouth up and drew her clitoris back between my lips and began to suck it and nip it with my front teeth in an in and out movement, trying to suck the clitoris like it was a illumination cock.

I could feel the musculus all along her peg tensing, and I knew she was very close. Unlike concluding Nox I did not rag, did not draw her cover from the brink, instead I worked harder, bringing her to a coming swiftly and smoothly.

Her right leg lifted and she laid it over my shoulder and I pulled her clitoris hard against my tongue, pushed my finger mysterious inside her, pressed my thumb against her tail end opening and felt her shake, twitch and then cry out as her climax peaked and tore through her. She grabbed my caput and pushed me operose against her, pumped her hips against my face, bent over as the Passion left her powerless and I felt her cumm spurt against my mouth and mix with my saliva.

"Oh my child, oh my darling baby"she said softly in a murmur I barely heard.

I kept my mouth pressed against her as her palpitation died away, and then as she released the book binding of my head teacher I unraveled from her legs, stood, and lay beside her,

"Pierce"she said, putting her arms around me, resting her head teacher against mine.

Now I was Pierce again, not baby, son, and least of all not can, my judgment was spinning like a carrousel and not from lust. Who the fuck was John ?

"Pierce, you are fucking improbable"

"That means you enjoyed that."

'' But now I must do something for you. Now you must cumm like that as well. I want you to have a go at it me, Pierce."

"Ok, but before I must go to the toilet, I need to pee"I said her.

Before leaving for the bathroom I picked up my trouser and took one of the tablets, then before going back to the sleeping room I swallowed it. number one clip, I thought.

In the bed Rachel was kneeling and as I climbed on the bed behind her she half rolled over and looked back at me."I want you to make love me like this, doggy dash, Pierce. I want you to drive that great foresighted pole inside me and screw me until you cumm"

"I am going to fuck you now, just as you requested,"I told her seductively."I am going to have my penis in your reasonably slit. I am about to roll in the hay that fairly pussy and your beautiful body. Are you ready ?"

"As set as I ever will be"she answered.

I moved up until my legs were just touching the back of her second joint and the head of my cock hovered just behind her opening. My cockhead was against the wet sissiness of her sex rim. I pushed very carefully through ... into the yielding, balmy succulence of her vaginal channel. Her engorged clit and pussy sass spread wide around the thick meat as the helmet popped into her slobbery cunt. She groaned and pushed back towards me. I started to incite away, and then realized I did n't want to prolong this anymore. I pushed back at her and my turncock forced the slipperiness porta of her puss through both sets of her parted lips and slue interior. The read/write head buried itself inside her, and I marveled at how tight she felt.

I leaned over her book binding to whisper in her ear."How much do you want of it cocker ?"

"Every fucking mm,"she grunted hoarsely.

The taut, sweltering confines of her pussy rippled along the entrance beam of light, accommodating itself to take up the integral length and its girth.

"Wait a mo b ... baby !"she sobbed,"You 're too ... ughn ... big. Give me a instant to g ... get used t ... to it."

I paused, and when she told me, pushed again and slid deeper into her and she sighed. When I was three quarter of the way inside I felt a pressure. I had reached about as far as I could go, but in some way Rachel squirmed and turn and I felt myself slide further in. In this way, I was embedded as far as I could go ; I began to pump my hips, sliding in and out.

With a few Thomas More strokes, I bottomed out. We grunted in unison as my bald ballock careened against the silky skin of her buttocks ... my entire cock was buried from tip to root into her cunt. Now my consciousness was centered on my cock moving into this tender, wet bodily cavity. I couldn't think of anything else, except this incredible sensation.

I could feel Rachel's vaginal rampart suck, indurate and drag back from my cock. I opened my eyes and looked down at her, splayed beneath me, the farseeing perfect length of her dorsum, her sex opened and enfolding me, her ass parted to reveal her pink, perfect rear entrance. I touched it with my finger's breadth, and applied pressure. I lifted my hand to my mouth and licked my finger, wetting it, and then touched her ass again ; I pushed until my finger slipped inside. The sight of my cock cryptic inside her and my finger inside her ass was more than I could abide and I felt myself tighten. The heading of my tool ached, my balls ached, deep inside my ass I ached but it was n't a pain but pleasure.

I increased my speed and Rachel knowing what was happening panted like a bitch in estrus, moving her hips up and down underneath me, pounding my cock with my same rhythm.

"Cumm President Pierce,"she moaned,"Cumm with me because I 'm going to cumm ... again ... too ... now !"

It was too much, twenty four time of day, and I felt the cum start its head trip from my testes all along the length of my prick to eject inside her uterus, R-2, after R-2, after forget me drug. I think she felt that first explosion of seed because she cried out and I felt the walls of her vagina tightening on my prick and sucking all my cream.

"Ooooooooooh yessssssssss ..."I moaned deeply, as spasms of erotic joy ripped through me as I settled on her. My totally being was covered in goose skin ; I was shaking uncontrollably, and my stallion dead body was wracked with bolts of electricity that raised the hair on the spine of my neck. I shuddered several times more, and squirted again until nothing more would come. I collapsed onto her back, still buried abstruse inside of her body.

I felt her wetness sliding board around me and into the mattress. I took a look at the bedside clock and found I had been fucking her for half an hour or more, and I found I was not going soft as I usually did. I was still rock hard, still buried inscrutable inside my mature beauty, I supposed the Cialis had kicked in and I was make for two mean solar day of fucking.

We leaned into each other and our sassing came together in a deliciously wet buss. She wrapped her weapon around my neck opening and sucked my tongue into her mouth. Finally, panting and heaving, we peeled our lips apart and.

"Was it what you expected, President Pierce ?"she asked hopefully.

"God, Rachel ! It was much dependable than I ever dreamed it would be."I answered."You 're so tight ... and hot and so wet. It was unbelievable, like nothing before"

"Thank you, sweet"She grinned flexing her vaginal muscles on my still hard phallus,"I 'll give you the hot and wet persona, you get me that way, wet, but I 'm only tight because you 're so ... big. I felt like a Virgo again when you entered me."

My member was dark red and wild looking. It was coated with our fluids and shone in the slur light of the bedroom. My bald-headed crotch was wax of our mixed fluids. Spent but not limp, my phallus lay heavily against my abdomen and to Rachel astonishment extended nearly to my navel, she reached up and gently took him in her hand, it was sticky and heavy and she said the olfactory property was intoxicating.

"Just relax, honey"and she smiled,"I 'll hold this cleaned up in no metre at all."and grasped my peter, slid it into her oral cavity and sucked our juices off me.

"I'm still excited,"she said when she popped me out between her lips.

"You want more than ?"I asked her.

"Much, much more,"she nodded, smiling. She slithered back up the bed and turned onto her tummy again."poke me ; Franklin Pierce, like you did go night. biff my bum hole."

"Do you like that ?"I asked, knowing she did.

"Yes, you think I'm being naughty ?"

"null is gamy, cipher at all."

"Then lick me back there. And then ... if you want to ... be intimate my ass as well ..."She rolled around on the bed and looked at me."Do you want to do that, Pierce, fuck mommy in the ass with that big dick ?"

"Yes, I want to fuck my mommy on the ass"

She stared at me deep in the heart, her face was flushed and serious, but now the lineup were over the table ; it was play-acting, but it was a play-acting with an undercurrent of Sojourner Truth. She knew, and she now knew I now knew. Both our secret were no more, but, who was St. John the Apostle.

"I want you to do that, President Pierce. I want you to have a go at it me in my ass. I always like when my ass is being played with, licked, sucked, rimmed, but I am often afraid to do what I want, because well-nigh men are slob. But I trust you ; I know you will not hurt me."

Her coiffured hair was now matted and stuck against her fount and neck. A large damp filth scatter across the bed beneath her snatch where our succus had dripped from her interior. And still I found her the most beautiful creature in the world.

I went back down to the bottom of the bed and I lie face down between her thigh. She shifted and spread her legs to accommodate me, laid her head back on the bed with a deep sigh.

I opened her ass buttock with my fingers and then I lowered my face and began to work my clapper on her ass hollow, letting my spit run from my mouth onto her, pushing it in with my tongue, working Sir Thomas More firmly now, making my natural language stiff and I put it directly into her opening, pushing it inside her ass. I had hardly thought how she might try out, but now, as an inch of my natural language slid inside her rear handing over I discovered she tasted skillful, moldy and a little soapy and a lot of Rachel ; it had a pinch of spice and sweetness.

I continued to work her with my tongue, probing further, pushing as far as I could, and opening that sloshed passage to me until it was soaking wet and slippery all the way inside. Only then did I lift my head and travel up the bed.

"Are you ready to receive your son's dick in your ass ? ma"I asked her.

I hardly felt heard her mute result"Yes, yes, give way it to your mother, devote me your strong peter up my ass"

I then placed the engorged glands of my cock against the rim of her bunghole and left it there, resting both myself and her. I applied a very small quantity of insistence and looked down, watching as the very top of my cock pressed and opened her, hardly penetrating at all yet, simply making that pixilated ingress widen and then pucker back as I pulled away.

I continued to exercise us both like this, pushing hard a piddling the headspring of my cock into her before withdrawing. Rachel was beginning to breathe harder, and her hips rocked from face to side. I spit saliva at the ring to ripe lubricate it, and then pushed again.

"Pierce ... I like it very very much ... I want you to fuck me all the way inside my ass now ... I want it so much, but please Pierce ... be careful, you are very big"

I lowered my head word to her ear and whispered, `` I love you, mommy. ``

"Oh John,"she whispered into her pillow."My darling John ..."

We were together, we were fucking, I was going to break her smashed ass, yet the two of us were in a dissimilar worldly concern, a public of our own, with the persons we wanted to be.

I was kissing and licking her cervix ; collarbone, her shoulders and her upper berth spine, I needed to reduce the effort in my sleeve, so I lifted my head and chest allowing my weight to hang on my hips. I pressed the capitulum of my peter down into her sozzled and small back passage. For a consequence the ring resistance kept me out, then slowly it opened for me and I slid inside. My head popped through the tight ring of heftiness and I took my weight back on my arms, allowing Rachel to get used to the head of my cock being inside her ass.

She moaned and rocked her rose hip back and forth again and I relaxed pushed slowly and suddenly I was sliding inch by inch inside of her, first it was two inches, then three, her bowels were miserly and enclosing but welcoming, there was aught to stop me entering her further, except some dispassionateness, she needed More lubrication, I took my stopcock back a little spit abundantly on it and I let myself slue inside again, now there were four inches of my cock inside her ass and I watched it, stretching her, and felt the warmth and slickness and the tightness.

"Put it all the way, privy ... button it into me hard as far as it will go ..."said a maddened
Rachel.

John Lackland again¡¡¡, he must be very authoritative in Rachel's life. Was he a closed book buff ? Those interchange of names, mine and his, whoever he is, always in here and now of passionateness were to say the least intriguing to me, and a little annoying

I pushed and two more inches slid in, went back spit on my cock again to lubricate it and pushed again and another inch went inside. I looked down and I saw that almost the entire length of my cock was now deep embedded inside Rachel 's ass.

I heard her moaning again,"No, put it all the way ... I need more than ; I need all of you inside me !"

I pushed harder, and my cock encountered Thomas More resistance, but she made peristaltic movement with her bowels and I felt myself sliding deeper all the way inside her gut, her ass was swallowing my cock as a Boa constrictor do ; then my bald pubis flattened against her ass cheeks. She twisted sideways a little and I followed her to accommodate her move and lifted one of my leg so that my cock managed to enter another half inch inside her. My big and full of cumm ball were now pressed tightly against her twat, and the base of my turncock was like a sledgehammer against her perineum pounding hard up against her asshole, the entirety of my eight in cock length was buried and the principal was somewhere up inside her, where ? I had no idea, all I did know was that it was the most wonderful touch sensation I had ever experienced.

"President Pierce ..."she whispered, and there was a preeminence of awe or wonder in her voice,"You are going to make me cum again ... I have never felt anything like that ..., it feels wonderful ... I feel so filled, so full, so bloated ... Unnh ... I am cumming again ... bed me, fuck me hard now ..."

I did go around my pelvic girdle ; moving my dick inside of her, withdrawing a little and then forcefully sinking all the way back inside. I felt Rachel trembling wildly beneath me ; I was giving her the pounding of my spirit, the brawn of her ass quivering. I reached around and with my right midsection finger I started rubbing her clit.

She cried out and her hips bucked underneath me and then kept still.

My cock felt enormous inside her ass, laborious than I had ever been before, Cealis working so well I was not yet ready to cumm so soon after the initiatory sentence and I continued to Lebanese pound with personnel in and out of Rachel. She wailed and pushed her face down into the bed. I took her unvoiced nub between two of my fingers and squeezed it hard.

Then with a hand in her genitals and other around her at breast height, as not to bump her from me I turned and she with me, rolling my consistency with her to lie on my side. I was still so far into her ass it seemed we were buttoned, and as she laid turn half over, one leg lifted back over mine, I grabbed with my left handwriting her compensate boob and kneaded it without compassion, pinching and stretching the teat ; with my right helping hand to her pussy I inserted two fingers inside her while punishing her clit with my thumb. She was soaking, her cunt juices flowing out of her and onto my digit and clod, and I restarted to pump myself in and out of her ass at the like clip as my fingers moved in her kitty-cat and she made a fink noise deep inside her throat and started to cum again.

I continued working on her, pulling hard on her nipple, rolling her clitoris, and pushing into both her front and spine opening, I was mad and she had lost all ascendancy and was cumming continuously, peaking over and over again in one long rolling climax.

I was n't sure how much more of this pounding she could rent, as she was fairly untested at forty two I was half her age, almost, and I was tiring, albeit through my dick I was feeling my own flood tide edifice at last. I removed my hand from her pussy gripped her pelvic girdle, and rolled her again, onto her nerve, lifted her up to her human knee and pumped my cock deep in and out of her asshole. My head went back and I gasped for air ; my lungs bursting and trying desperately to suck and full with air. It was coming. Finally, my spill arrived. It began far back inside my own ass, around the prostate, a hot pleasurable ache that built, form my own asshole vellication and then, like a shank shot up gallons of seed along the duration of my cock. I felt the cumm jet from the heading of my cock mysterious inside Rachel 's bowels, felt it gush against the bulwark of her inside, and she felt it too and trembled and I thought she peaked for the close metre when she yelled loudly and unintelligibly,

"Fffffuck, Oh, fuckkkk ! St. John ¡¡¡¡¡¡ ! Ooooohhhhhhh yessssssssss ... John, I love you soooo fucking ... much ..."

¡John !, I pushed hard one last-place time, burying my cock head more inside her if that was possible, enjoying the muscle spasm of painful pleasure in my own interior. My balls were pulled tight to my body, my hips were shaking uncontrollably as with an epileptic seizure, and sweat poured from every in of my torso. I lost all sense of myself for a piece. When I came back my tool was still heavily, still buried deep inside Rachel 's tight asshole, and she was crying.

I thought I had hurt her, so I eased myself back, feeling her tighten on me and trying to hold me there, but I pulled back and felt my putz slipping out and away. It was released from her asshole with a vellication and I ran my hand over it, checking for any blood from her rectum, but it was, perfectly clean.

I turned Rachel her towards me, put my arms around her and held her to me as she sobbed. Her tears dripped onto my cheek and ran down my beard to my lips and I licked them and tasted their saltiness.

"What is it ? '' I whispered in her ear. `` My dearie daughter, what 's unseasonable ?"

"I love you, Pierce, I'm not in beloved with you, but I love you and must talk to you"

"Yes, I think we must talk, you see I have some doubt ...."

She took a shudder breath and lifted her top dog and looked at me with garden pink eyes."You mean what I said in the throe of warmth ?"

I kissed her middle, her nose, and her mouth."You know who I am, and maybe you know whom I want ; Rachel you don't have to recite anything you don't want, but consider with me that to try the name of another person when you 're making love, is at least a bit humiliating, don't you think so ?"

For the first time since I met her I saw her mislay her usual constraint, self-control, and mastery of herself, her coldness in handling baffling or unmanageable spot, but again she couldn't simpleness her tear,

"Oh Pierce I'm so bad I never intended to say or do anything to hurt you. You have melted my essence this prison term I've been with you. I never thought I could feel like this, if you have me patience I want to squeal something"

I felt my own eyes start to well up and swallowed hard."You may tell me anything you want, I'm grateful to you, for goody me the way you did"

She pulled me to her and hugged me hard, forcing the air from my lungs."President Pierce, my name it's not Rachel, my rattling name is Melanie, I'm a married woman, I'm 40 two, with two children in college, I don't need money, nor do I need to forge, and I'm not a tart, I mean, yes I like sex, and actually my married man is a big shareholder in one of the"seven sisters ”, being in the oil business you know what I'm talking about and belongs to a good high society sept"

I was stunned, not every day you find yourself in that kind of state of affairs or with someone who shows so intimate details of their somebody or theirs lifespan. When I opened my mouth to say to her she didn't need to distinguish anything she stopped me ....

"Please Pierce, don't say anything, please let me proceed ; you want to sleep with who John is don't you ? He is the love of my life, one passion I can't have ..."

"Department of Energy he know how you feel about him ?"

"No, he doesn't and he won't. That was why I let myself go when we were making love life, and his name let my mouth. I want you to believe me it was accidental, I'm truly embarrassed I have had this sentiment bottled for so long, it exploded like a Champagne bottle cork,"

"But surely you may ...."

"No I won't, you see he is out of grasp, I'll confess to you and then you may narrate me your sin. softwood ?"

"Deal, but you don't need to tell me anything Rach ... .er ... Melanie"

She filled her lungs with air, breathing deeply and then she said me,

"John is my twenty one class old son"

After hearing her words I realized that I was not as surprised as I should have been. All coincided, a married man honest-to-god than herself, her clients were usually sure-enough men to prevent temptation, and the day she decided to aim a younger client, the likeness with his son made the incestual repressed cacoethes burst aflame. She silently waited my reaction.

"I love you Melanie, thanks for your trust. Now is my turn. I hate my mother for what she did me when I was xvi, but I'm desperately and hopelessly in love with her since I was thirteen, and it is not an Oedipus complex, sometimes I wish it had been"

"That was then why all the mom, mummy, etc play acting or plot with me, Pierce, you were trying to get a fancy semen true, even if it was temporarily ?"

"Yes, that 's the truth, sorry isn't"

"No my lovemaking, in any case we are two of a form"

"I'll tell you what Pierce ; I want to see you again, for as long as you want and whenever you are give up, except weekends and household days for me, we'll explore our fancy together and be as well-chosen as we can in these estrange circumstances ; do you agree ?

In the middle of my Romance language with Melanie I received the news of my grandparent's death. My father came to tell me the news show ; they had crashed their small Cessna against the mountains in the range when they were looking over the Bos taurus herd. Father asked me to go with them, him and female parent to the remembrance services in Idaho. I refused ; nobody knows how drab I am. I loved my old cross grandparents and they loved me, maybe they were sorry for how they had treated my parents so many years ago.

8 )

And then a few months later, suddenly, I received a phone call from my attorney. The rig honcho calls to state me I had a mainland call. I let what a was doing and went to demand the call,

"Pierce"It was my lawyer.

"Yeah, how are you, something special ?

"Yes President Pierce, sorry to tell you the news, your mother called a few minutes ago, I don't know err…how to say you this…sorry old boy, your Padre passed away this other morning ”.

I was at first stunned, then grief made my eyes fill with split, which began to return down my buttock and bearded chin, while distraint and pain in the ass made my heart sank in my chest.
My father was offspring, hardly sixty six or seven, he was a man who took guardianship of himself, who didn't gage and had an hospital attendant liveliness. After a long muteness I did ask him,

"How, I mean….Do you know what was the cause of his death ?"

"well, if it 's any consolation, he died peacefully in his sopor, probably from a heart attack"

"How….how is my mother doing, how is she taking it, do you know ?"

"Well, she was calm in the phone, but you could feel the emphasis and I think that she had a hint of loneliness in her vocalization, she also told me to tell you your father's funeral will be four days from today so you can fix things and be capable to come domicile"

"Ok, today is Tuesday, I'll see you tomorrow, I'll shout you when I get to the condominium, and ... thanks my friend, many thanks"

"Ok, Pierce, take precaution and cry me, see you tomorrow ”.

After the call ended, I talked with the coach to fix my transfer to put down by helicopter that Saame day ; I told him my understanding and he make sure that there was no problem, while giving his commiseration. That same day I took the most authoritative of my matter and went to the mainland.

The unexpected news of my Padre's death was a C in my sensing of the human beings. It was no longer sure as the reality had been so far, as from today my father was not anymore. I guess my female parent had found my address and the phone numbers I had given my forefather, or perhaps my begetter in an act of love, had given them to her so she knew also how to reach me. It was a tremendous blow, I felt that my life was falling apart ; he had died without seeing his dream fulfilled ; his son reconciled with his female parent. And me, not having been able to say to him again, how practically I loved and I respected him.

Once in body politic, in a daze, I was somehow capable to bump my car in the parking lot and take off. I drove around aimlessly for a while and then headed domicile. For the next several minute I paced back and forth trying to work sense out of what just happened ; not forgiving me for the little time I had been with my father.

The worked up pain of the unjust death became a physical botheration as well. I couldn't forget all the years of what I thought were love and devotion for each other, now I knew I was wrong he has veneration and love for me, I had loved him but had not been devoted to him

The phone had been ringing constantly since I returned to the house. The first time I let the answering automobile weft up and heard a voice I didn't recognize at first off, a vocalization asking me that I return the phone call so we could peach. Then like a remote memory board, surfaced in my mind 's a vocalization asking me to put sunscreen on her front, it was, with tyke conflict the same phonation of the telephone, the vox of my female parent. Even today, I couldn't response her.

She called five Sir Thomas More prison term in the next hour, each message becoming less demanding until the terminal one, when she was crying and begging me to sing to her. I lay on my bed but did not get undressed. I lay there staring up at the roof and remembering my father as every emotion in my body slowly drained away, leaving me completely numb. I must have eventually fallen asleep because the next thing I knew it was daylight.

kickoff thing in the morning I called Melanie and told her the sad tidings, she cried in despair and then promised me to be with me around noon, as she arranged her agenda to be spare the next few days. Then I called my lawyer and asked him if I could stop by his law business firm in the good afternoon, he told OK, to come at three o'clock.

Melanie came plate around noon and her front was like a balm for my pain spirit, she hugged me tightly and caressed my hair and my aspect, not as the lover she was to me, but as a mother do with her sick nipper ; and after all, being the mother she was, she asked me if I had eaten something in the last xx four time of day, and as I told her no, she prepared me a hearty breakfast I ate ravenously.

She accompanied me to see my attorney to patch up some legal matter I considered necessary. After introductions and salutation, we talked about the things I wanted to settle down ; first point out was that when my father's will was opened, I was not going to be there and I wanted him to represent me in the recitation of the document ; then I told him I wanted to sign up a document in which it was to be established that I waived any right I may have on my father's estate to my female parent ; they had worked and had won their assets, they were marital property and I did not believe I was entitled to anything.

Secondly I said I wanted to ask them both to accompany me to the funeral home to return my father the finis auf wiedersehen in private, that way if my female parent was there, she would not have it away which of the two men was her son. Melanie moved her question slightly in disapproval but she did not say a unmarried watchword ; at that moment again she wasn't my lover, she was a female parent, and her sympathies ran my mother's side. Then I asked them if they would companion me to the cemetery the day of entombment, with which the two agreed.

The day before the burial, we went to the funeral home base, found out we were alone, I did embark alone to give my forefather my utmost respects. After, I went home to mourn my father, alone. Next day, wearing rigorous mourning disastrous, the three of us went to the graveyard ;
Melanie was striking, her blond haircloth contrasting with the blackness of her refined dress.
Sam, my lawyer and I were in black, and I had trimmed my beard so we looked almost alike. At a distance we were undistinguishable.

When we arrived near the grave we stood several yards aside. Around the tomb there was a gang, my forefather's colleagues and their wives, students, and a whole humanity of people who knew and loved him and had gone to open him their finish respects, among them, alone, aloof, looking around, was my mother. She seemed lost and my meat went to her, but I couldn't go near, Melanie hissed to me to go to my mother side, I could n't ; I thought at that moment if I went to her side with what I felt for her I was cuckolding and betraying my father.

In a moment her gaze was directed towards us and greeted us with a flimsy angle of inclination of her header, as when greeting someone for loyalty but not knowing who the mortal or persons are. When the funeral was over and my father 's consistence lowered into the grave, we left without approaching to greet my mother ; side by side day I went alone to the grave and mourned for my male parent and the days we had lost.

A few solar day later a returned to influence, but my philia wasn't in it anymore ; after my accident I wasn't inclined to descend under water supply again and on the pack of cards my comportment was not absolutely requirement, after a mates calendar month I went to the caller headquarters and took my live. A new phase of my life was closed, which one would unfold ?.

Money wasn't an upshot ; I had enough, so I decided to take a long vacation. At first I ate, slept and made love life to Melanie, soon I was restless, I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life ; did I ?, yes I did.
Once again was Melanie who set the record straight in my head. One evening, after another memorable academic session of loving sex she told me,

"Pierce, my darling, tonight is the cobbler's last time we make love, and I won't be coming back for a time ”.

"But why…. ? I was stunned.

"Because you must comply your lot, and it is not with me ; I care dearly for you, if not were…. Well, I could even fall in love with you, but you will only be happy at your mother's slope"

"But…but ..."

"Shussss….Now my dear, make beloved to me for the last time, but before, would you like to shower with me ?"she asked."I 'm all hot and sweaty from today. Can you add up and construct me clean, and then descend and ca-ca me cumm. I want to make love to you all nighttime, Pierce. Is that O.K. with you ?"

She looked and felt cool and fresh, but if she wanted to lavish again, who was I to say no ?"That's more than okay."I said anxiously.

We went to the bathroom and I turned on the shower. She took off her dressing surgical gown and dropped it on the floor, and then she pulled her pantie down and stepped out of them. She turned to face me and displayed herself in all her glorious dish ; she knew well how she looked and knew how much I pleasured at the quite a little of her. I gazed in awe, I couldn't believe she was here for me, and me alone. Then I removed my brief and we stood facing each early, naked, Melanie 's comely beauty and my big…, well, was not beauty.

She looked down at me as my turncock filled and grew hard again, and then she took me in her hand, gently, wrapping her foresighted slim fingers around me, not moving, just holding me.

"semen to mommy"she said.

"Sorry ?"

She grinned."Come with me, sister, tonight I'm mom again, lets part play, tonight all your wishes will be fulfilled"She closed her hand and squeezed me.

I put my arm around her waist and pushed her rear into the shower ; I released her and turned her around, took the scoop and lathered my manpower and the lather cloth and began to wash her back, taking my time, fascinated again by the smooth slippery feeling of her perfect cutis. Melanie leaned forward ; resting her palms on the roofing tile, her head word under the nebuliser, regardless of her title hair, then took a deep breather as I dug my digit hard into her back muscles.

She purred like a kitten,"That 's very nice, child, give mamma a gooood massage"

I felt my hammer give a lurch hearing those wrangle again and continued to lather her back, trying to find any intemperately knots but founding none, I let my hands and finger caress her shoulder joint as I lathered her, I worked down her body, taking the daily round firm cheeks of her ass in my hands, knelt and worked my way down the back of her thigh to her human knee and her sura. She lifted one infantry and then the other so that I could soap them as well. Then I returned the same way up, stopping at her ass and spending more clip there. All of it was unbelievably perfect, the condition, the grain, the size of it, the firmness.

Melanie moved her feet wider apart and she leaned forward, lowering her head more and pushing her ass back towards me and opening the crack between her ass. water ran down her trunk like a waterfall from her head, along her back, and down the chap of her ass and running like a stream between her legs.

I took the soaped sponge in my hands and spread the soap suds in between her ass cheeks, then I run my fingers over her rear opening, lightly tracing the international sharpness, then moving down on I traced my fingers along the inside of her thighs and on to her outer puss labia.

She moaned again and moved her feet to widen her posture. I touched her outer pussy lips again, keeping my hired man away from my intended fair game. Then I went back to her ass, touching the rim of her cocksucker with my tongue tip, wetting it with my saliva and then I gently and deliberately pushed my fingertip directly into the hole.

Melanie jerked her rose hip and grunted"Unnh, Unnh, you dirty boy, you nasty boy"

I rubbed her opening with my fingertip, not pushing, not pressing, just teasing her and massaging her bloated inside rectal muscle. I felt her pushing her ass back onto my deal and moving to sustain the pressing constant, I took my hand off then, and when she stopped backing I pressed again only, slightly harder, opening her passage a little.

She grunted softly again, letting her breathing time out.

I stood and turned her around, and then I began to soap her front. I had hardly touched her breasts this Nox, and I intended to take a leak up for that omission now. I soaped them, massaged them, there was no sag at all, and were actually orotund than I had thought, curving out from her ribcage, a perfect parabola rising to her nipples, which sat on a small Triangle that pushed them upwards and out. Her pap were farsighted and pink.

Melanie's long Edward D. White blonde hair hung wet to her shoulders, plastered mean to her skull and cheeks the stylish and coiffured hairdo gone into the shower drain.

# # # #

With Melanie we had been meeting as lovers, companions of bad luck and ally for almost two yr and a half ; once every ten or fifteen days for sex, and oftener for talking. As I told before, I met Melanie through a somewhat chain of unusual circumstance. She is an un-happily wed woman, to a banker, in her early mid-forties, with two children in college, elegant, very beautiful, with a body to defeat. she likes fucking, but she actually belongs to a good senior high guild family, and her sexual escapades were caused by the almost add together absence of sexual contact with her married man, the syndrome of the discharge nest, her unrealized intimate desires and her passion for a untested man, I was who subrogated her loved one, all of it could only be met working section time, when she wanted, and anonymously with a secure and very select escort agency, who catered only senior high school standing clients.

And I can say, without any pity, that Melanie was my instructor, she taught me all I know about the joy of sex, the joy of giving in force sex, how to savour a woman's soundbox and soul, and most important how to crap a fair sex enjoy in bed, and she made me a better individual. She taught me the note value of forgetfulness and forgiveness, especially to those we love, and above all things, she taught me to resign with my mother, to look for and try to win her love, not her female parent's have it off a woman's love, and prove to her that I 'm completely in beloved with her. Not with the fever of a hormonal teenager son, but with the passion of a man who is in love with a woman, no affair who she is.

9 )

These are my female parent's words, the story of her sprightliness as she told me after our reconciliation, so I would be capable to fill the interruption in my mind of her and my family's life story, everything that I did not bang and should.

# # # #

When I met Pierce's don, my previous married man, I was a young and impressible woman, just a fledgling to the big city from the distant western sandwich lands. He, he was a dream-like come straight, the man with which all womanhood, from their earliest puerility, pipe dream to get.
We met and fell in love, it was like a fairy tale, she was sometime than me, but it didn't matter to me, as I was madly in beloved with him and him with me. Our maiden time together was full of thunder and lightning, we were like antediluvian Olympic immortal clashing, we were Zeus and Hera, Hefesto and Aphrodite, Apollo and Artemisia, Jupiter and Juno.

Then realism showed its ugly claws in my parents'refusal to take on any character of my new animation. They didn't accept my gestation, didn't accept my love for the man it was going to be my husband next, they refused to accept my yet unborn son, only because he had been conceived out of wedlock, and worse than anything else the three of us were thrown out of their home. We were cursed in their rigid compliance with the laws of a god they said was all love and forgiveness.

Contrary to their predictions, our marriage was very felicitous those early years, but unfortunately we could not ingest any more children. That was perhaps the biggest shadow of our marriage.

I did not babble to my parents again until Franklin Pierce was eight twelvemonth old ; I wanted him to recognize his grandparents and for their grandparents to know him, since he could not meet his other grandparents whom had died geezerhood ago in a planer crash. President Pierce's father had no other sept and I wanted my child to consume some sort of kinsperson cite. Dale agreed with me but let me be the one who handled the matter, only forced by circumstances would he talk with my parents again…

I was worried. How would they receive me after so long a estrangement. What would happen in my world-class trip to my parent's cattle farm after so many years was a mystery story. How would my parents receive me ? And President Pierce ? Would they be uncoerced to sleep together their grandson ? I was no farsighted the missy who had gone ten age ago to study in the big city. Today I was a fair sex of mundanity and man Isaac Mayer Wise ; with different worry and values to that they had taught me. Above all things I wondered : how were they ? Had they aged well ? How was their wellness ?

When we arrived at the cattle ranch they were both waiting on the porch gallery. Our epitome must sustain been a surprise for them. From the car got out a tall and slender woman, elegantly dressed in the latest fashions and fully produced, I looked more like one of those famous models in magazines and on TV that the recently pregnant girl that they had driven from her house several years back. I do not recognise what was really what they expected of her girl, I 'm sure it was not the imagination of elegance sophistication that appeared before their eyes.

And President Pierce, my son, tall for his eight twelvemonth, handsome, with drear hair, and dressed with elegance, he had with an affectionate smile, well educated, he went to his grandparents and greeted them as if he had known them all of a lifespan. His words carried emotion when he approached my mother, kissed her on the impertinence and asked, `` How are you dear Grandma '', while turning around to shake my sire's paw with his and asked, `` And you, how are you grandpa ''

The polite attitude and docile bearing of his grandson seemed to unfreeze slightly their icy attitude toward us of the earlier mo of our visit. None the less the first few twenty-four hours were very uncomfortable, especially for me, their chesty attitude, their notion that they were beyond good and evil and that I was still a sinner, made my halt with them very uncomfortable. So after a hebdomad with them in the spread I, let President Pierce, with whom they had bonded very well, in their maintenance to pass the summertime and I returned to me household and to Dale, who truth be told, never badmouthed my parents or told me"I told you this would happen ”. In that second I loved him more if that was possible.

From then on, became a custom that Pierce would go to visit his grandparents during the holidays, almost always alone, I put him on the road, bus or sheet and his grandparents would go to meet him at the bus station or airport, according to the way he traveled. I was very glad the way they bonded.

Pierce's holiday visits to his grand-parents continued until that unfortunate person day when Pierce left the sign of the zodiac forever after that afternoon in which I flirted shamelessly with him half-naked, and he reacted trying to fondle my breast, at which I answered venting my sexual frustrations and cursing him and losing him forever..

After the number 1 eight or ten class of our marriage, Dale was missing his full time work, he wanted more time to study and scan technical daybook, so he had lupus erythematosus time for family life. Oh, I know he still loved and worshiped me, and he loved profoundly our son ; but it wasn't enough for me. I loved him just as the first day I laid my eyes on him at that direful PM room, but the long time had dented his involvement in sex, so our erotic love academic session were less and less frequent, becoming more space in time ; in the meanwhile, I was on the bloom of my life and I wanted to cook making love, or just ingest sex every day, whatever.

By the mixer position that our sept and the academic billet my husband had, I had to be the consummate wife, I couldn't flirt even as a joke, I should act with prudence, and of course any adulterous affair was off limits if I wanted for my marriage to survive. And I did need it to survive. But I was sexually frustrated, very foiled, and I could not argue that Dale had not warned me before our marriage, he did warn me that could come in to happen. Maybe, hence the subconscious mind and unintentional flirting with my son that led to the events that in some way destroyed my family, or at least part of my folk ; me.

When that year summer, the first after Pierce running from menage and me, came and President Pierce didn't go to the ranch vacationing, my parents didn't middleman me ; they did the abide by year and I went to the ranch to distinguish them what had happened. His displeasure was evident, but this time they didn't blame me and we could at least talk civilly ; their age had been softening their character so lots that allowed us to began smoothing the asperities of the past and start again to bond and understand ourselves.

From them I knew Franklin Pierce went, from metre to time, to the ranch and drop a few twenty-four hour period with them when he was working at sea. But after his accident he never went back, and so he did not see his grandparents animated again.

From that item on my life-time became a nightmare. low gear my only minor had suffered and accident and didn't want to see me, my father died of a substance cerebrovascular accident and I had to go to the cattle ranch to attach to my mother and help oneself her in those import leaving Dale alone in Boston. When mother thought she could be alone, I returned to my husband's position.

A few months later I was notified my mother was hospitalized and had not much time left. She had no organic problem ; she just had lost the will to experience after the Death of my father, her spirit spouse. So again I went to Idaho and the ranch. mother died and luckily this time Dale was accompanying me so I was not alone. After the funeral I let the ranch direction in the handwriting of my parent's lawyer and the chief of my parents.

Dale wasn't feeling well ; he denied having any health problem, maybe so I would not vex being as it were recent the loss of my parents. But one dayspring he didn't wake up, and for the first time in my liveliness I was and felt alone.

In the funeral among all participant, colleague and their families, bookman, friends and acquaintance, the just mortal that mattered for me to be there, and I could not find, was my son. I tried to get wind whether he was attending the funeral of his father or not, I could not believe that he was not there even if he detested me and would not want to see me. I looked through the gang as he was not by my side and could not find him ;
one of the many times I scanned the crowd trying to find him, I saw at a distance, perhaps thirty railyard, three people together but separate from the quietus, two men and a beautiful blonde adult female dressed in fully disastrous, the men, younger than her, looked like they could be her children, both very similar physically, with a difference ; one had a lively aspect, the other ....

... .When near early people his facial expression was not more substantive than the images projected on a screen. In its relaxed, born body politic, his face lacked emotions of any kind. He seemed to ingest mastered the politico's smiling to perfection, and he could turn it on-off as if he had a integral electrical permutation. He could feign earnest interest in the dullest of conversations, and project sympathy or joy, donning a masquerade party like an actor from antiquity. At times, he seemed more an illusion than a man.

Dale passed away at sixty-seven bringing all of the annoyance he had warned me about so retentive before. Amongst the painfulness was principal a sense of sadness, as I tried to remember, without being able, the features of my estranged son now in his centre 1920s. Dale had been a vigorous man seemingly years younger than his birth certificate allowed but his heart had failed him. I felt my early days had returned him his, and the xxv yr we had together was a testament to our sexual love. A beloved I know many never achieve.

One thought was recurrent in my idea day after day, over and over, clock time after time, again and again, and it was the rejection of my son to bear any contact with me or let me have news of his life story. I blamed myself for the sort of life story my child had had, and the job he could feature now.

When Dale's libido decreased until we almost completely paralyzed any sex contact, I had held with tight reins my sexuality, and I had begun to reconsider my pubescent son 's feelings toward me, to see them in another way, to construe what they in truth were, an King Oedipus coordination compound, my son was in love with his mother and wanted her, his mental attitude to try to pet me, was the expression of love of a boy who was not ripe yet for word to press out such late and disallow thoughts.

And mine ? Which were and are my feelings toward my son, are they oedipal too ?

Several month after the death of my husband, I was completely alone in my sign in capital of Massachusetts ; friends, after a reasonable sentence of being interested in me, had continued with their lives and had gradually been forgetting me. There were the occasional headphone calls inquiring about my wellness and general stipulation, but as an illustration, the invitations to get together and dejeuner by the wives of Dale colleagues had mostly ended.

So, without much motivation or futurity architectural plan in that city, without any contact with my son, beyond the fact that I had tried to contact him through his attorney, I made the decision to deal the house and early properties and assets, and with that and Dale's insurance policy money, decided to shut down the roofy. Twenty-five year later after leaving the cattle ranch to a new biography, I was back on to try to rebuild my life, if that was possible. I was xl three at the clock time ; I felt like eighty.
10 )
I went back to work after my father's burial, but I was deaf to everything around me, soulless. When back in my condominium from the necropolis to necessitate a drink, Melanie had told me unequivocally that she did not desire to see me ever again ; to her, my attitude towards my mother in the graveyard had been a Brobdingnagian disappointment about me as a person, as a son, and a lover.

I really didn't know what to do with my life. I thought, and thought, and thought trying to make a decision to sort my aliveness and produce sentience of it. I didn't need to work for money, I hadn't any Friend, and now I didn't have the solely somebody in the world that loved me and cared for me. Well I told myself, the lastly part it is not truth. Melanie cared for me, and I did apart her from my side with my behavior and my stubbornness. And mother ? Did she love me ? Did she care for me ... ... ?

Yes, I finished telling myself, she loves me and guardianship about me, as a mother do, and I also love her, but, the big divergence is, I 'm also in love with her, I want her, and now she is free. Now the obstruction who stood between the two, my father, is no more, unfortunately because I loved him deeply ; but now if I get my mother to love me as my life married person, I will not be cuckolding him.

After looking deeply inside my soul and thinking heavily, I decided to quit my job in maritime platforms for good, go to the firm that had been my home, have public security with my female parent and try to get her to go down in love with me, not minuscule undertaking. Great was my surprise when I got to what had been my parents family and found alien living in it.

I found out the name of their lawyer and through mine I got to know what had happened to my female parent and where had she moved to. Her new ring armour address was in Clark Fork, Idaho, so I knew she was again at her parent's spread. I decided then and there that was my destiny.

# # # #

Mark Wayne Clark Ford had not changed much with the passage of time from my childhood. Same old main street, Fourth Ave., the same Old town foursquare with its monument to some vet born in the town and died in some war, the forest, and the beautiful river that gives the town its name Clark Fork River. It still has that pocket-size town charm where the most bustle and hustle you will see is the elk and deer playing in the meadows. Its six hundred occupant are some of the practiced around with a humble reputation to please.

So, to Clark fork I went looking for my mother. cobbler's last fourth dimension I had been in township was when I was XVI years old, almost ten class before, so the risk of someone recognizing me as the grandson of the Sorensen's was almost nil. At that time I was a youth urban center boy who spent his summer holidays with his grandparents, now I was a man of twenty-six yr who appeared to be 40.

And considering that my features have changed, in some way disfigured, with much gray in my face fungus and pilus, the cicatrix on my face and the comic strip of snow-white hair's-breadth on my headland and face, I thought I was fairly safe in my anonymity. To complete my disguise I needed to alter my figure, I elected John Van Nuys, Melanie's son name.

One of my first business organisation was to find accommodation in a townspeople that by its few inhabitants had no hotel, I remembered that a few miles before reaching the townsfolk by interstate highway 95, there was a minuscule motel that catered mostly to hunters and fishermen in hunting or fishing season.

So for the fourth dimension being I made this seat my residence site. In every small township small talk is a way of animation, and Clark Ford was no different in this respect. I, being a unknown was a matter of gossip, and at the Saame time, after a duad workweek in residence I was treated to some small choice morsel of the town peccadilloes. effective place was the barbershop, followed by the station-service-bar-restaurant, but I did prefer the stake office.

I had spread the word I was looking for work, preferably something related to numbers, but accepted any former variety of work ; since I was in a form of Negro spiritual and sentimental recuperation from a failed relationship. In the whole meter I was in the town, I hadn't seen my mother even once, and I would not wonder about her to avoid any mistrust. I wanted that when we were going to meet it were by chance.

I sounded out the lady of the post office staff as subtly as possible, without naming her, when Mrs Soren Peter Lauritz Sorensen appeared by the stake berth to pick up her ring mail. It was sluttish, the solution was she came to townsfolk once a month, and was due anytime. I tried to be prepared for what I was going to do.

Three days later I was loitering near midday looking at some placard at the Post agency when she opened the room access and entered. My heart leapt and skipped a beat and it seemed to stop in my chest. She was incredibly beautiful, gorgeous and glamorous, even wearing cowboy clothes ; jeans pants, ranch riding boots, a red plaid flannel shirt and a cowboy hat that covered her beautiful white blond haircloth now combed in a ponytail held with a red cloth strip.

"Oh mother, mother"I thought"How often do I screw you ”.

She gave a cursory facial expression at the place and looked at me disinterestedly when passing by my position as she asked for any mail.

The answer to her dubiousness was electronegative, and she made a gesture of ill bodily fluid to that answer. She gave the feeling of being a someone not accustomed to be denied. When she apparently took the reins of her humor and calmed her bad mood, she asked politely to the peeress in the mail service office to send off for her when the booklet she was waiting came.

The post office clerk, answered yes of course, and asked what form of book was, and what topic was referring to, so she knew when she sorted the mail.

My mother answered it was a form of accounting record book, as she was having some fuss to tidy up the bills and the bookkeeping of the spread. I was elated, I had now the agency to draw near the ranch, go indispensable to my mother in the management of the ranch, and become indispensable to her in other ways.

Next day with my accounting books, the same I use to manage my investments, I headed for the well-known road to my grandparents'ranch. Now all my years of study would comport fruit ; not money, of that I have enough, now they would process to get me my mother, or so I hoped.

The road to the ranch ran through a dense timber, restrained and in communion with nature ; I made the XXX or so miles to the spread house in less than an hour ; at the end of the road, the timberland opened into a extensive vale to the bottom of which, were the house, b, cow pen, warehouse, and peon sheds.

When my car approached the rail of the household veranda, the door opened and on the threshold appeared the name of a beautiful blonde goddess covering her eyes from the sunlight to distinguish who had arrived, my female parent. I was mesmerized, and in a fanfare I felt how unmanageable was going to be working at her side, if she accepted my offer.

"Good morning sir, may I be of table service"was her greeting.
I was tongue tied and with a rattling campaign I answered her.

"Good morning to you Mrs. Sorensen"

She looked at me patiently waiting I explained what was my job. I tried to explain.

"Well, err…I was yesterday morning at the post government agency and….and…"

"Yes ?"her manner was cold, not arrogant or scornful, just in a kind of -- -explain your business and lets go forward with our spirit -- - manner.

"Well, as I said, I was yesterday in the station office when you went in and I heard, unintentionally of course, your conversation and your need of a certain book ”.

She did not say a word, just raised her eyebrows and her oculus had a sure air of question, or perhaps unemotionality, her mental attitude was remote control and I was getting increasingly nervous and could not express my thoughts clearly. And to think this was the same woman I thought I hated and had refused to see her.

"You see madam I have worked as an controller, not registered, and I was thinking that I could work for you and be of help ”.

She looked at me in a unusual way and said mockingly,"Just like that, you come out of nowhere, and you try to arrive into my house"

My female parent was as roughneck as beautiful.

"No, no, it would be preposterous of my piece to think that way ; I would go to townspeople after oeuvre, of course, that is if you hire me, I could help with other chores at the ranch as well ”.

She looked thoughtfully, as if trying to remember something or someone, and then with a shake of her head she asked me :

"Do you have any acknowledgment ?, someone who can vouch and endorse what you say"

At that moment I almost made a mistake that could had been fatal, I was about to kick in her the phone identification number of my attorney to contact. Suddenly I remembered she had the turn, and with despair I thought of who else could give references of my character that my female parent did n't know of my previous biography ; I thought : Melanie.

"well yes, I have the phone act of someone who can certify, whom I am, and what I am"and with that I took out of my notecase a business organization menu with the name and phone routine of Melanie and gave it to her.

She took the card and after reading the public figure and number raised her eyebrows and only said,

"Your simply reference is a cleaning woman ?"

My face grew red violently under my byssus and before I could answer her she dismissed me with an"I'll let one notice for you at the situation office, telling you my determination. Good morning ”.

Suddenly I was alone in front of one planetary house I knew intimately, the door closed behind her. I got in my car to go back to Mark Clark Ford and wait for her solvent. But an idea came to heed, I had to talk to Melanie to put her aware of what was happening, and she to make my mother a adept mention on mine. So, from the ranch I went directly to the townsfolk of Troy in neighboring Montana to predict and tell her my go stairs to reach out to my mother and what I needed for her to tell mother if she phoned her. I also told her I was using, as an alias, the figure of her son King John, and not take this the wrong way. She only said coldly Ok.

# # # #

I have in my hands this unnamed woman's board, it is strange, everything is unknown, this man is known to me, but I can't remember the how or the where. I ask myself, I don't know why, this char, were his boss or were something else, is she young or is she old, do I call her or just forget it and tell this man I don't need him. My thoughts were stormy inside my principal. I need badly someone with accounting skills that allowed me to ravel the accounts of the ranch from respective years back, I do not where I stand with respect to taxes due or not to the treasury, I have to class and pay delinquent bills to provider, and I have account statement receivable to slaughterhouses for Bos taurus sent and not collected, in short I need urgent help on something I have no idea whatsoever.

I was hesitating and let pass two days before going myself to talk to him. I do n't have it away why, predict it female intuition, but I did no phone margin call to the individual he had told me to ask for referrals, do not bonk, maybe I didn't want to encounter out thing from his past.

It was almost noon when I got to Clark branching and went directly to the postal service office ; in there I asked the whereabouts of one Saint John Van Nuys and was directed to a minor motel outside town. I asked a boy to go convey him and put a ten dollar bill bill in his bridge player. Half an hour later John and the boy were back, I gave the boy another ten dollar sign account and started the relationship that was to change, for thoroughly, the residuum of my life.

"Well John Van Nuys, I'm of a mind to hire you, but first we must discourse your terminal figure of work, payoff and how it will be our working relationship"

"Of course of instruction madam, you just tell me what you want for me to do"he answered politely.

"fountainhead as apparently you know, start of all I need someone with the skills to unravel for me the accounting system of the spread ; do you have the skills ?"

"Yes, madam ...."he started when I interrupted him.

"You just call off me Natasha, or boss, whichever you like better, just not madam anymore"

"Ok, Natasha honcho ..."I interrupted him, with the launch a hearty laugh, the first in many, many months.

"Oh, sorry to disrupt you, it was funny calling me that ”, delight continue.

"wellspring Natasha, I have been in account now several class and I'm quite good at it, I hope I won't disappoint you, also I have with me everything necessary to start work"

"well now the terms of workplace, you'll live in an annexe of the house ; it makes no sense for you to go back to your room in the motel every day at dark and back in the morning, your wages will ...."I was quietly interrupted

"If you don't mind we'll discuss that later, when you have a estimable mind of my oeuvre, how I do it and the worth of it."

"All right if that's how you want it"

"Good, now I will remove my belongings from the motel and I 'll see you at the cattle farm in the evening if you don't idea"

And with that he went for his things and I did devolve to the ranch.

# # # #

That was, I hoped, my classical returning home, to my mother, to my new life. The ranch clerking was a mess, and I started methodically from very way back to today. It was a hell of a work and it would get several month putting all story in order and up to date.

I could appreciate Samantha, my mother, was a very unfrequented fair sex. At first she was very reserved around me ; I worked from my grandfather function, comfortable blend of bread and butter room and den and she rarely appeared ; talking to me outside the room, I usually gave her the report on the dawn after drinking umber, or at night after dinner if there was something crucial she had to dissolve early in the morning.

In the world-class few month our relationship was strictly master ; her attitude towards me and my work had changed little by little as we got into authority and began to know each former safe. After a meter her sang-froid stance was warming, and our relationship was, at least, favorable enough for her bring me a cup of coffee in my workings time of day. It was nearly Christmas one night, when after dinner party, she very subtly started to ask me about my family, my previous works, and for aspects of my former life, query such as if I had a wife or ex-wife ; any girl friends and what a was thinking to do after, if ever, I finished my work with her.

I didn't know which way was going her interest group, I wouldn't had any trouble answering all her questions, my life sentence in general had been quite vanilla extract, but being her son, I had to be very careful with my answers so that when I whitened our family kinship with her, we shouldn't reappearance to take in difference of opinion again.

By that time wintertime had come discharging all its fury, first rain, and then heavy snow and freezing temperatures ; with the livestock sheltered the remaining peon on the cattle farm didn't come out of their barn except to give the animals weewee and food for thought ; at the ranch house Natasha and I were alone, she cooked and made her things and I mostly watched TV and read in my free time, nearly evenings, after dinner she with a shabu of wine-colored and me with coffee or tea, watched TV if the signal was clear, and talked. She asked me again and again about my hobbies, my interests in life and my architectural plan for the futurity, I answered her the best I could without compromising myself too much my result were deliberately obscure, and as a similitude I started to ask her about her life and how she, such a beautiful lady, had become a rancher.

She blushed at my Bible praising her sweetheart and I realized how lonesome my mother was. I decided that by the New Year I was going to subdue the heart of my mother as St. John the Apostle Van Nuys and bed her, after that I would see how to transfer John the Divine for Pierce Bridgeport, her son, without affecting or changing our relationship.

She told me how my parents met when she was at college and dad at that time was a professor ; she told me how they had fell in love and that when she got pregnant dropped out of college and married my dad. She told me at the start have been many golden twinkle in her marriage, but as time went on and they had me, the romance, not the love, had silently waned but they had stayed married and were good friends.

She told me to the best of her knowledge my parents had never cheated on each other.
I almost asked her what kind of sexual life-time she had, but I refrained to nullify damaging a relationship that was going smoothly in the way for me desired.

11 )

At Christmas, inspired, I remembered a Yuletide fifteen eld ago with my grandparents and I went to the storeroom in the book binding of the house and brought up an old Christmastime Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree that we had first used when I came on holiday from High school day. It was an old artificial tree, in a lieu full of live pines, which had grown old with. Mom ; it was still packed full phase of the moon of old decoration and luminance. We, Natasha and me, spent that evening putting it up and we thoroughly enjoyed decorating the tree diagram as we silently recalled ( each for unlike motives ) special memories evoked by specific ornamentation and of hilarious disasters involving the tree and our try to dress it in our youth. Miraculously the lights were still in a working state the first time we plugged them in. Natasha was delighted and clapped her workforce and jumped up and down like a shaver ; she isn't a child and I could n't facilitate but observe how her breasts bounced enticingly under her blouse.

After dinner we turned off all the other lights and cuddled up on the sofa a blanket draped over us. Mom 's body was pressed firmly up against mine, and I could feel her titty move as she breathed. We held helping hand and once in a while, Mom would crush my hand and I would calculate at her exclusively to find her staring intently at me. I asked myself,"Had she recognized ne ; does she get laid who I am ?"I answered myself,"No, that's not potential"; anyway a frisson ran through my body.

During most of those intense moments, we would kiss, sometimes chastely, sometimes with the cacoethes that only devotee ever experience, and back to look out our tree. She had some Christmas Day medicine playing softly on the stereophony. And Natasha, my mom, her ft curled up beneath her, leaned into me, my arm around her and her head on my shoulder joint."This is so perfect"she said softly."This is so ..."

"romantic ?"I suggested, pulling her against me.

"Yes, romantic"she replied, looking up into my eyes."This is how I always wanted Christmas to be like, cuddled up on the couch with the man I love, but ... well, you know how it is, it hasn't been like this for a long time now '' She left the rest period unsaid.

"Yes, I know, and now I guess you 'll receive to make do with me"I said it kind of jokingly, but also realizing she might charter it as if I was flirting.

"Actually, John, I like being with you. You had always being venerating exactly what I like. I ca n't imagine anyone I 'd rather be with right now. Thank you for this ”. She rose up and kissed me on the corner of the back talk."I love you, like a son."

Natasha gasped a niggling and for a moment as I pulled slightly back, she looked as if she might buss me back, we just gazed at each other for a hanker time, the air was full of erotic tension ; and finally, she smiled at me and leaned into me again, putting her headway on my chest."It 's very romantic,"she whispered and then she fell mum and the tension slowly drained away. The moment was wonderful and romantic and we watched our blinking Christmas Day tree for a long time, capacity to be in each other 's arms.

At the time, from the onslaught, when I first figured it out, at least in my head, that she was attracted to me, it was something, not for desired, less unexpected. I wasn't waiting it, it was something I was not expecting at that moment but, at the same time, it had been in my mind for so very longsighted that I congratulated she felt that way about me, and expressed this depth interest in being with me.

She asked if I would wish to see a picture, I said yes and she looked for and found a skirt flick she liked ; Natasha went to got set up for bed. I changed into some boxer trunks and a T-shirt. Natasha came out wearing only a nice sweatshirt, looking sexy as Hell as it showed off part of her shapely legs and was just long enough to make me wonder what she had on underneath. After the movie, we watched the news, the weather forecaster gleefully predicting another five or six inches of snow overnight. She was touching me all over, while drinking and cuddling together, further exploring the boundary, suddenly the TV went blank, the blow had apparently cut the reception.

And then I tuned the radio into a station playing slow blue devil and idle words Christmas music.

"Mmmm, I like this euphony, King John,"She said, swaying a trivial in clock time to the tune.

I smiled and replied,"Would you like to dance ?"

She grinned from ear to ear."I 'd love to, Gospel According to John !"I turned off the ignitor on the Christmas tree Christ Within and took her by the hand and walked her to the middle of the room in front of the wink fireplace. She put her arms around my cervix and I wrapped my arms around her waist and we slowly moved to the euphony.

As the melodies flowed out the radio, Mom rested her principal against my breast and whispered,"I love you, John"

I wanted to cry"I'm not Saint John the Apostle, I'm your son"My heart felt like it would abound and I whispered back,"I love you, Natasha"

Mom sighed and pressed herself more snugly against me. She lifted her head to seem me in the human face, her centre glittering with beloved and I think desire. `` Whatever we are, whatever we become, I'll always love you. Never forget that, John."

I could barely make my voice ascending above a whisper,"I wo n't. I love you so much, Natasha, you can not know how much I do."We continued dancing, our apparent motion slow and steady, almost melding into one being, and both our substance beating at the Lapplander rhythm. I pulled Natasha, my mom, more tightly against me, relishing her warmness, her softness against my eubstance. My custody seemed to slowly drift downwards, finding their way underneath her sweatshirt until almost with a start, I realized I was holding my mother by her bare ass face. Her peel was soft and hot to the touch. I slowly realized I was as backbreaking as a rock 'n' roll, my stopcock pressing against Natasha 's stomach.

The only hurdle remaining was to name love ; and so my nitty-gritty metre faster, with each step, drawing us airless to her bed and the moment where I would cross the line, a line I dreamed to cross, but I never thought I would ever approach.

In the few stairs it took for us to turn over her sleeping room, my thinker began racing, as I thought about how very surreal this all was. Natasha was my mother, and she was person whom I had been in love with for a long time now. In all this meter we hadn't really touched each early, here and there sometimes a brushing of bridge player, on rare occasions, a touch on my shoulder or arm when she wished to phone my attention and point out something that she did not interpret in the accounts, today had been the first time touching had had a different substance, in one way had been, but it was not, a sorting of flirting ; as if we had been trying to discern if this was what we really wanted.

# # # #

"I'm going to return you an around the world go, if that is Ok with you, would you like it ?"I asked Natasha, my unsuspecting mother.

"I, I…I don't know what it is, maybe"

It was absolved her uncertainty, beyond her elegant figure of speech, her offhand attitude, that of a sophisticated cleaning lady of the world, she hadn't stopped being inside her a teenager from a rural domain ; her amatory experience was, apparently, not very extensive, my don, who was a great scientist, was probably an mediocre lover. A sentiment flashed across my mind that made me smile inwardly. Surely my Father of the Church hadn't had a professor at the University as thoroughly as Melanie ; who had a master grade in `` Loving 101 '',"102 ”, etc, etc.

While Natashaa stepped over to the dresser, placing her wine glass atop it, I walked to the nightstand by the bed, setting mine there ; and just as she was about to turn, I went to her from behind, placing my manus on her shoulders. She leaned back to me her head on my chest, I tilted her caput to the slope, and then I pulled her longsighted hair back and aside and started kissing and licking her cervix with the tip of my tongue, as my hands slipped around her breast, where they began delicately manipulating and caressing her breasts.

She moaned in stimulation, and the delicate crest of her breasts began to stiffen and to get hard as if they were lapidate pebbles, at the same time she slide her right mitt down between us and began strumming my bump over my boxers, and at the Lapp meter she arched her back backward to converge my shaft rubbing away at her derriere and began to moan and cry out softly in joy. Natasha slid her hand under the material of my boxer and caressed the inside of my right thigh as my cock throbbed harder and I felt a patina of lather on my palms as I caressed her breasts.

I heard Natasha let out a low moan, and she ran her left hand down to the diminished of my back and pressed on it, urging me to fight myself strong against her. I ran my rectify hand down to her ass and stroked it, then grabbed it hard and holding her tighter, I began to airlift her sweatshirt up her body and closet against her with more military force, feeling my cock move about and poke into the crack of her stripped ass as I thrust my hips.

I unravelled our arms from each other and took off my trunks and then I pushed her gently to the bed and made her lay on her stomach in the bed.

"John"she whispered with trembling spokesperson as she lay at my disposal not knowing what the meaning of an -- around the human race -- was."Please be gentle with me, I don't want to be hurt"

"Don't worry my beloved, this is all about joy, I love you too very much to hurt you in anyway"I tried to reassure her.

She was a improbable and Junoesque womanhood and over the bed, the tenacious length of her defenseless back stretched from her fountainhead to her shank, her long and graceful neck opening and along the center, directly over her vertebral column, a deep vale ran between the muscles in her backrest, rising and disappearing into her slender asscheeks. From there down, the same valley sank into the deep crack that ended in a beautiful couple of yearn tanned pegleg. I was mesmerized, there were no marks except for a petite flip-flop crease, the rest of her unmarred eubstance was beautifully tanned to perfection, and my memory went back to two similar mementos in my lifetime ; ten years ago to this Sami body to which I was applying sun screen at my parents poolside, little more than one year back to a similar and beautiful dead body. It was Melanie's body.

She sighed profoundly with contentment and self-assurance and go under further into the bed mattress. I ran my hands up along her backrest, astounded at the silky smoothness of her skin, the unmarred surface burning to my mite. I don't remember how long I was stroking her back and cervix, sliding my custody down to the curvature of her ass, cupping her round nerve in my palms.

I allowed my digit to drift down, along the cleft between her boldness and touched very lightly the star of her asshole and felt her vellication as my finger's breadth passed softly over it. Then I moved them down, stroking her inner thighs and she widened her ramification for me to clear greater access. Again my computer memory came back.

I stroked downwards, and my digit ran along the outer flexure of her labia, her pussy-lips were very wet and I took her fluids with the tip of my fingers. I ran them up to her perineum, to the whizz of her ass and I tickled the rim letting it moist, and then I went back down, moving my fingers inwards a fraction, repeating this, moving them in a little more each time until I had stroked the full width of her pussy lips and eventually came to my mark. At finale I ran a finger directly up over the fold slit of her pussy. Her fluids had by now filled her and leaked out and my fingertip was coated as I ran it along the scratch. Natasha moaned and lifted her pelvic girdle backward.
Finally, I couldn't hold myself back any longer ; and I started to fill my promise, I was going to give her a saliva bathtub with my lips and glossa ; I was going to make the tour around my world, her body. Kneeling on the floor, I spread her legs wide of the mark and my hot mouth once more found her sex, and it found her hot, wet and willing.
My hands, lips and tongue, roamed over the back of her gorgeous soundbox from neck opening to thighs as I licked her into a sticky simmer, still on my articulatio genus I continued to lap at her keen body living her humid with a trail of saliva, my hands stroking the backrest of her thighs and over her rosehip, and then onto her ass cheeks, caressing, squeezing, pushing together and pulling gently apart. She pushed forward onto her forearms as my finger trailed up and down along her legs, from her articulatio talocruralis slowly along her inner second joint to dip into the wet heat of her.
Natasha groaned as my backtalk left a lead of wetness, moving slowly across her lenient ass cheeks. She knew where this was heading and she trembled in prevision. She couldn't know that I would involve my prison term and draw out my and her pleasure.
I chuckled as I watched this beautiful char wiggle in front end of me. I was learning to fuck teasing her. With Natalie I would, sometimes, take an hour or to a greater extent to build up to the final examination act. She had made become a superior at slow, sultry seduction.
"Oh God, sweetie,"Natasha moaned."Please !"
Her mind was a fog of lusty arousal as she surrendered to the sensations I was giving her, my probing fingerbreadth, my hot breathing spell on her thigh, my moist back talk and wet tongue sliding completely over her hot body and preferably on her ass buttock. She just gave in to it, sought the pleasance in every sense of touch. When I raised her bridge player to her asscheeks she instinctively raised the other with it, and spread her cheeks as my natural language trailed from the bag of her spur and down between.
She shuddered and moaned when the probing tip of my tongue found her gather hole and swirled around it, my fingers still thrusting gently into her athirst sex. Her face pressed into the mattress now and she rocked her hips back at to me as I trailed a finger over her button that sent a jolt right through to her sizzling core.

My glossa pushed and probed at her ass, jostling the nerves that sent tingles ricocheting down her legs and up her spine to her genius. Her hand fell to the mattress as she succumbed to the erotic heat emanating from my lingua, pushing, pushing, and seeking entree inside her entrails. Her moan were constant, muffled by the mattress as she rocked back and forth as my hungry mouth devoured her tasty ass, her own fingers plunging into her sex in time with her rocking, thrusting hips.

"Ohhhh, yes, yessss,"she gasped, already pushing up her buttocks, ineffective to hold on herself as her lust filled and debauched mind took total control of her body. She felt her interior stretching, opening as my tongue worked in deeper and deeper, until my chin sat snugly against the binding of her hired hand that she was fingering herself deeply with.

I bit her balmy flesh gently, leaving dentition mug on the White person skin. Then I sat back slightly and paused for a moment to take aim in the thought in presence of me. My mother's business firm hind end were complete ; and my hands trembled as I reached out and caressed the soft tegument, I saw goose excrescence ascending on her ass face and then run down the back of her thighs. Slowly, I opened her buttock again.
We moaned at the same metre as mother 's tiny rose was exposed. I loved looking at her tuck piddling hole. It was wrinkled and pallid pink ; Natasha could n't stop her hip joint from squirming as she felt her—what was him to her : lover, husband to be, trustworthy employee, one night stand -- - adoring center centered on her nigh individual stead. Suddenly, she could palpate again his hot breather on her impulse fix. It was getting very warm in the room.
My clapper came out and he touched, once more, the little rim. I felt her shake with excitement ; then my clapper circled around the hole in a fluff fashion. When Natasha pushed back, I pulled away and chuckled teasingly again. Then I moved my tongue to the top of her buttocks before sliding it down one impudence and up the early, leaving a trail of saliva.
Natasha was growing impatient. `` Oh please ! '' she moaned as she felt me get down to puzzle out her again. This fourth dimension, my spit started at the top of her crack and moved slowly downward, edging closer and closer, teasing her again and again ; and finally my glossa touched the tiny hole again.
"Ohhhh my god"she moaned and pushed her ass back toward my tongue again.
I stiffened my knife and pressed forward.
`` Oh mmmyyyyy Goddddddddd '' she screamed and the stochasticity rattled the room walls and her dead body trembled like a folio. I had done this to Melanie countless times and every time seemed to be the first. I could secernate Natasha could sense my astray tongue separating her sphincter muscle and slipping into her physical structure ; she had always thought that this act was too dingy for words, now she felt it was a necessary voice of their lovemaking ; it was a preliminary to something much full-grown and much longer."Yes, yes, yes"she moaned as she felt my tongue beginning to go in and out of her slowly stretching hole.
Suddenly, Natasha cried, and her torso went, 1st rigid, and then gimp, I took my tongue out her ass, her trap pulsed, as if it had a idea of its own, like it needed something to elongate it to the limit.

I turned her so she was lying on her back now. I kissed her lip and placed little kisses all over her aspect. I sucked her ear lobes. I kissed her neck. I licked her breast and sucked her nipples into my mouth. I kissed and licked my way down her dead body ; then I reached the pubic hair above her pussy ; oh my god, it is so soft and downlike, it's like dew in a heap side. I put my olfactory organ secretive to the lip of her puss ; her smell was intoxicating me. I spread her snatch sass apart and saw the moisture had made her ping form glitter. I was so desperate to taste her I spread her legs a little more and I moved so my face was lying between her peg, my scent an inch from her beautiful pussy.

"I could lay here for hours and just smell you ; this is what heaven must smell out like. It makes me lightheaded ”. I told her. This is something I've wanted to do since I was thirteen. I thought

"I am ravish you like my smell so much but you are going to deliver to do more than just lay there. You have got me all worked up again ”.

I stick a fingerbreadth in her pussy and then placed it under her nozzle."See what I am talking about ”.

She took hold of my hand and licked her cream from my finger."Yes, it smells Nice and taste good too. Soooo…"

"Ok, Ok I can take a hint ”. Spreading her cunt lip I dived my head until my mouth was covering her kitty-cat ; oh, it was so soft and lovesome, the sirup from flesh was like thick emollient. I started to lap it all up ; in the meanwhile Natasha was making footling groan strait, I licked deep inside her ; she was right, it tasted marvellous ; I pulled a pillow down and she raised her hips and I placed the pillow under her ass, She spread her pegleg and her pussy opened slightly, It was the most beautiful sight of my life, nil was comparable ; my mouth covered her twat and I licked, sucked and suckled. But, I avoided her clitoris, for now.

She reminded me of a kitten purring. My founder 's widow, my mother, was responding to my every motion. How lucky I was. How lucky I am. I adore her. I had wanted for a long time to eat her up. I found her clit with my natural language and at the Saami time stuck two digit in her twat all the while licking up and down her twat and teasing her button ; her groan were louder ; her hands were clutching at her tit. My don 's widow is so airless to orgasm, but I do n't want her to cumm yet, I want to keep her on the edge, on the brink. This is so perfect. I love it. I'm in beloved with her. I had loved my father too but I do n't feel guilty. She's desperate and raises her ass further up off the bed. She moves her hips up and down in a roll in the hay motion.

She is close down and wants release ; I want to extend my and her use, sucking and licking her pussy ; my father 's widow wants to cum, soon sweetheart, soon, I thought. I decided it was time to let her finish. I licked her clit hard and wad my two digit deep into her snatch trying to connect her g full stop. Her hands left her bosom and went to the binding of my head ; she pulled my heading into her crotch and lifted her ass up from the pillow as far as she could to meet my boldness. My father 's widow is cumming. And Oh my god, how firmly she cums. She screams out my name, which is the public figure she thinks is mine. She locks her leg around my header. She bucks up and down. . Oh how I love it. Oh How I love her ; my male parent 's widow ; my mother.
Her spine was arching, her nails were digging into my articulatio humeri brand. I was inhaling her redolence, infatuated with her sex. My tongue was probing at her clit as my digit continuously penetrate her.
"Ohhh,"she moaned with her centre closed. Her heel were digging into the mattress as her hands continued to run through my hair. The groan were becoming louder and I knew she was close to climax.
I moved both my manus up to her breasts and gently squeeze them. Her nipples were completely erect and I rubbed the areolas softly, making her grunt with pleasure. She was pleading me to admit her to climax.
"Please John. Please, please, please ..."
I was teasing her wet cunt, not giving her complete satisfaction yet ; I waited until the climax was close, and then eased off her button. I gave wanton flickers against it with my spit, tantalizing her while she was so incredibly close to that threshold of no return.
The passion between her peg was building again. My fingers were inside, furiously going back and Forth River ; In and out they go as she cried with raw pleasure. Her gravid breasts were bouncing around as her pussy was enduring the most pure torture desire can give. I can only keep my repelling grinning as I pushed back and Forth River, harder and harder with three fingers.
"right wing there ... Ohhh, Ohhh, do me cumm !"
I thought, I am going to let her go, seeing as she was so riled up. Her hips were thrusting at my nerve harshly, erotically. I could feel her knee joint buckle, her sex catching. Her expression was a hot red. I could tell she had let all her emotions go into what she was feeling. lust
"Oh, I can't bring it anymore,"she cried. Her hips gave a potent lunge at my face as I buried my fingers deep inside her. Four of them were fucking her pussy as my mouth buzzed on her clitoris, I was not stopping even to save my life. She thrust her slit at my face even though her climax was almost at an end.
"Please, please, please trick. You are driving me gaga. Please cream me higher. I ca n't stand it. Oh God ! Oh God"

I kept her on the threshold of cumming. I knew that when I touched her button again she was going to explode. She was clutching the back of my head trying to push me higher. OK darling mother, I thought, if that's what you want… here it goes ; I licked across her clit over and over and….

OOOOOOOOHHHHHH GOOOOD, OOOOOOHHHHHHHH GOOOOD, OH MY, I'MMMMM CUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG, OH JOHN, privy, John the Evangelist. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU ; GOD, OH GOD, HOW I honey YOU, I'MMM CCCCCCUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGG.
I waited a few more minute of arc until the cramp subsided before I removed my sass from her cunt.
It took her respective minute of arc to descend from the cloud where her judgement had gone, after she leaned forward and kissed me deeply, craving my knife against hers, she sucked her cream from my tongue and lip, I rubbed her breasts again, and twisted the pap as she erotically pressed her back talk against mine.
"That was fucking capital,"she said. She leaned back against the head bed, smiling like a trivial schoolgirl. Her mettle was finally beating normally.
"So, did you like the around the world tour of duty I promised you ?"

She looked at me with adoring eyes, a lover's spirit, a look of love, a flavor that I wanted she would render me when she finds out that I am his son.

"Yes, it was a magnificent experience ; something I would like to repeat in the near futurity. But now is your go. What do you want me do to you ?"

"If you don't mind, now I would like we make love in the missionary position, I want to see your fount and look in your eyes when I'm inside you"

"Oh John yes, I want to see your human face too ; I want to feel you inside me, I want that big penis giving me pleasure"

I, her unknown son, was standing naked with my pecker jutting out from my groin. My cock was eight and a half-inch in length, very buddy-buddy and very stiff looking.

"My god, john, THAT matter is really huge ... that's the biggest phallus I have ever seen ... mmmm ... cum and hold me, my dear"

I held her and kissed her, on the lips, slipping my tongue into her mouth. Mother reacted favourably and after a bit, was kissing me back ; we were soon sliding our tongues into each other 's mouths. I knelt between her second joint posing myself over her in the bed, in the lay fucking stead, my Pole inflexible with desire and dripping pre-cum.

Natasha immediately began repositioning herself on the bed waiting for me to fill her. start she just slid her body so her very wet and eager puss was in straw man of my suspension terminal, then she took it with her two hands and begun to slid its mushroom head back and forth on her pussy brim, getting it wetter with her juices. Then she intentionally maneuvered her hips so that her hole found my glands. I put my hands on her hips and helped guide her to where I needed to be. Then with a few legal brief strokes, my hawkshaw plunged into the puss I had been dreaming about since I was 13.

We held each other very tightly as we made love the first time. The intensity of our connection made us feel like if we were truly of one flesh, which in a way we are, being mother-son. My fully erect shaft seemed to be the perfect distance and heaviness to fill up my mother perfectly. When she ground me down on herself the head of my prick rubbed against her uterine cervix and the heads entering her uterus, and I felt I had penetrated her like she had never been, I think not even my father.

"piece of ass me, John. form me never draw a blank this number one time."

A few minute of arc later I felt her squeeze me harder inside her. I continued stabbing at her oceanic abyss inside. Without a suspension, our instinct kicked in and we began to move together as if we 'd been buff for age. Natasha 's stage came up and back as she gripped me with her thighs, her hound pressing into my flanks, guiding the tempo of my thrust, wincing at time if my thrusts were too strong and profound. I rested on her big, pillow-like white meat, enjoying the sensation of her hard, thick nipples scraping against my breast. I brought my oral cavity to hers and we teasingly kissed each other, tongues reaching out to lick a lip or to dance together before finally we pressed our mouths together in a passionate kiss of psyche mates.

We moved together and kissed, deeply, with heat, and we kept our heart open, looking into each former 's gaze and getting lost in the immensity of our souls. Natasha 's twat clasped at my lance, resisting every movement my shaft took to call in and then gently caressing my flesh as I sank back into her moist, creamy physical body. I was buried deep within her womb and her entirely body seemed to throb with desire, with each recondite stab, Mom-Natasha 's eyes grew all-embracing and seemed to beg me for more.

She uncurled her branch from around my neck opening and she reached back and used the headboard for leverage to thrust up with her hip more fiercely at my pushing penis. She spread her legs very wide and then wrapped them again around my pistoning ass, digging into my butt. She suddenly broke the buss, crying out as an orgasm began to explode inside her womb,"Thomas More, lover, give everything ; screw me, fuck me unvoiced, deeper, oh, oh Johnnn '' A spirit of joyous skepticism broke out on Natasha 's face."Omigod, omigod, making me cummmm, St. John the Apostle, You 're making me cummmm"

She bit her lip as overwhelming Wave of joy swept through her mind. Her soundbox began to spasm ; her twat was tightening around my tool, deeply buried in her material body. I bit my own lip, wanting the minor pain in the neck to keep my own unbelievable pleasance from sending me over the edge. Natasha arched her back as she continued to orgasm, her grimace now contorted with enraptured sobs.

Finally, she went hitch like a puppet whose strings were suddenly cut. Her legs slipped down my back to the bed and she sniffled as she gasped,"Whooooaa, I 've never, ever cum like that before, sweetheart ''

Her total body had seemed to clinch up as she screamed and convulsed beneath me, her cunt clasping my dick tightly, her womb literally sucking my seed out of my consistence. I let my throbbing rooster explode inside her and I kissed her roughly on the mouth, driving my tongue between her mouth to her throat. We kissed hungrily, madly, passionately as we rode out our mutual climax. It seemed for a second that I might never terminate cumming, I was ejaculating at the charwoman I had held in the spinal column of my mind for class, saving my baby making spermatozoan for the one pussy that deserved it the most, my dearest mother.

"I 'm gon na cum,"I moaned after an eternity of sexual bliss. This char was lasciviousness incarnated ; her long white blond hair wet with sweat was swinging around her fount, her lovely rose skinned body dripping with perspiration, her scent was thick in my nostrils, urging me to cum.

'' Cum in me, please"this goddess gasped,"give me your seed, lover. I want it. I need your spunk, John ! filling me up with your sperm making child ! realise me fraught, toilet"

Gradually, things began to simmer down down. My flood lamp of semen became a dribble with Natasha 's milking snatch sucking the finish few pearl of my ejaculate as we caught our breath. `` My god"I gasped."This was the most incredible fuck of my life"

"This is the best Christmas gift I 've ever had. It 's given me more delight in one night that I had in a lifetime before"

I was taken aback, she didn't know, but she was referring to my father.

She giggled and waggled her eyebrows. `` And your little admirer downstairs it 's a lot large than any pecker I had known"

"Merry Christmas, Mot ... Natasha. I love you,"I whispered as I lowered myself on top of her wondering if I had not committed a faux pas when I almost had let turn tail the word mother.

Only one thought process marred my felicity, I hadn't used a condom, and I didn't know, I thought no, if Natasha, my mother, used any kind of prophylactic device.

12 )

After that howling Christmas evening the next days and workweek were uneventful, pull the wool over someone's eyes kept falling and we made the cattle ranch menage a support cocoon ; we had everything we needed to live our Romance language undisturbed, leaving the firm the minimum required to breathe clean air and pass around. Surely, we made love, she didn't know it, but I was living a ambition, a longsighted time dream. The bed was the shoes where we spent most of the clock time, but the floor in front end of the fervour place on a blanket was our front-runner place to stimulate bang late at Nox ; soft, lackadaisical, unhurried sex, with many caresses, kisses and heart, everything I had wished for so long and making good use of the dearest lessons I had taken with Natalie, not so long ago.

The New Year came and went and our love affaire was as the initiative day, our commitment grew and grew with the loss of the twenty-four hour period, January gave way to February, and that is when by the end of the month our domain seemed to fuck up into firearm, our romance shatter, and our idyll in ruins.

Natasha got up one morning sick and with an upset tummy, after the number 1 symptoms had passed and when she felt better, we examined whether there were any nutrient that might have gone bad and got her sick. It seemed unimaginable that two adult individual would not think of a possible pregnancy, especially when neither of the two had taken precautions against.

Natasha because she believed that her life-time cycle to become significant had passed, although she was still menstruating regularly ; and I, well I, because I had no bonk idea about the mystery story of womanhood. I was going to learn quickly about those mystery story with tears of blood. After various days of morning nausea and stomach cramp, we decided go to see the townsfolk doctor ; we went to Troy, not Kenneth Bancroft Clark Fork, that for no early reason than Natasha didn't like Dr Fergusson, Clark Fork physician.
In Ilium the resident doc, after hearing Natasha, sent us to buy a fraught mental testing, and oh vault of heaven, the test was positivist. Then all the sin fell upon my head. After the newsworthiness Natasha in shock started giving me the understood intervention ; I was the shamed one, we both had made love, but it was me who had the guilt of the pregnancy. The proceeds to the cattle ranch was hell on earth ; she became a statue of ice, low temperature, distant, no answering me when I spoke to her. All of a sudden I was reminded of her, my female parent, thirteen years ago when I was a teenager, and the reasons for which I had fled my parents house and why had I not wanted to see her for so many years. Would history double again ?

My centre broke in my chest like a fragile watch glass vase.

Arriving to the ranch she got down the car, always silent, and did enter the house, I put the car in the carport and entered the house not knowing which would be my role from now on. Soon it was made clear to me,

"John, I need time alone to recognise what I'm going to do about this ... .this ... .this pregnancy, will you please take aim your clothes and personal things from my bedroom and take to your quondam room ”. She told me not looking at me.

I was confounded, aghast, this was the cleaning lady I had adored all this long time, the woman who had told me she loved me only a few Day ago ; I almost turned to leave the house and disappear forever. Common mother wit told me to cool my mood, make as she said and wait for a few days and see how events unfolded. After I took my affair from the sleeping room, she went inside, closed the door and didn't come out for respective twenty-four hours ; I heard her come in out always at night, go to the kitchen, take some food and coming back to her room. I left her alone.

I don't have very shed light on how a good deal clip she confined herself, ¿It was a workweek, ten days ?
I can not say for sure ; but when she came out of her room looking for me she told me she had already made a decision about her gestation,

She just said :"I'm going to abort before is too latterly"

I was stunned, speechless, deaf-mute, and deaf, with a bitter flavour in the mouth and my breadbasket decomposed ; my head was spinning and I had to take a clasp to becalm myself and not devolve down.

"Say something lavatory, say you agree with me, say it, please"she said, almost begging.

I reacted of my near paralysis and numbly blurted in a rustle"I'm not toilet"

She looked at me not understanding, shook her mind and said ;"Never brain that, now, will you take on me to the clinic ?

I shook my nous in despair and without another Word I went to make the car for the trip. The journey was a repetition of the final one. She silent, diamond in her purpose, I, driving with a doom over my straits, mentation of the homecoming and about my time to come, I decided I would give east, to Boston, and forget, if possible, I have a mother.

We arrived in township at the last time of day of the evening, almost nighttime, and we had to waitress until dayspring to see the woman's doctor. The fitting would be an awkward instant, since in the house we did not share the bedroom anymore, so I decided move to a different embarkation household and cope with her at the clinic offset time in the morning. She didn't oppose the arrangement.

That night was a sleepless one and a journey of introspection of my lifespan. With its visible light and shadows, with which I did and what I could consume done better. And reached several conclusions, if my female parent got an abortion I would fare out of her animation forever, without remorse and trying to overcome the fascination she had exercised over me throughout my life, another of my end was to repent for not having been closer to my father.

In the morning I was haggard, gaunt but had decided of the tone to follow. I went looking for her and when she saw me took a tone back and a immediate swarm of uncertainty passed over her cheek ; my only intelligence were,

"trade good morning, shall we go"

She had uncertainty written all over her face but answered civilly :"serious morning, you don't flavor well, are you OK ”.

"Don't headache about me, I'm fine"and again"Shall we go"

Without another word she got in the car and we went to her appointment in the clinic.

She explained to the woman's doctor what was happening and what did she want ; I had been invited by the doctor to be present in the office, he must had supposed I was her husband or ... .something, and when she had finished he looked at me, I stood in silence giving no opinion, and after several arcsecond he asked Natasha to go up to the gurney to study her.

I excused myself and went outside to the corridor to hold back the news ; after half an hr the doctor's office door opened and I was asked to get inside. Natasha's face verbalism was different, I could not read her thoughts, but she seemed at times joyful, at multiplication worried, even preoccupied, but at no time indifferent.

"Well Mr. Sorensen, your wife can't have an abortion, with her age its very serious and even her life may be in danger"

I was astounded, Mr. Soren Peter Lauritz Sorensen ! ! My wife ! ! What the hell on earth was happening, but before I could open up my mouth to say something, the proficient doctor followed :

"As I was saying no abortion for your married woman, but she is very healthy and there is no cause not to extend the maternity to full term and have a healthy tyke. So I wait you again in a month and felicitation ”, and with that he took my mitt in a shake, dismissing us. Now it was my turn to be silent.

The return stumble to the spread was like a account of another metre, she began to speak making architectural plan for the future and at the Saami time she looked at me with a beamy brass ; I, wayward to her, didn't respond her and was as still as Death. It was Kafkaesque, and I did not understand her reaction or new attitude ; what shows I really know nil of womanly psychology. When we were approaching the ranch she began to realize I was soundless and hadn't said a word, she stopped talking.

When we reached the ranch, I parked in the course and left the car outside the garage, and then I headed straight to my elbow room to ready my luggage. Natasha followed me and when she saw what I was doing stopped short and couldn't react.

"Well, now that you are your own self again, is metre for me to go and let you alone, as you wanted"I told her with a bleeding heart.

"John….what….what are you talking about ; you can't leave me now"she said with a stricken face.

"well, until this afternoon in the clinic, you didn't want anything to do with - your married man, dr. Book --, you even let me go to another seat to catch some Z's last night ; so I think I have nothing to do here"

"But that's not true, I mean…. waitress a second, yesterday morning before going to the clinic you told me you were not John, if you are not him, who are you ?"

That was a interrogation that once, not so long ago, in my pipe dream I had wished her to make me, now I wasn't so certain,"I'm your son, I'm President Pierce Bridgeport"

Her boldness went white as if she had seen a ghost ; her hand to her mouth, her eyes popping out of its sockets she started murmuring,"Oh my god, oh my god, it can't be true, can't be true up ”.

I was as petrified as her, my coat of arms hobble at my sides, the grip forgotten ; I was waiting for her reaction.

She just stood there, with a numbed formula on her typeface ; I had to say something to start the wheels of life-time turning again, so I told her,"Its dead on target mother, I'm Pierce, the son that refused to see you year after twelvemonth"

That seemed to lead her out of her paralysis,"But you made bonk to me, we made love, you knew I'm your mother, and we are going to have a small fry together, that's incest…."Her voice was losing force-out and was gradually lost in the silence.

"Yes I did, I did make love to you, my mother, because I love you, I'm in love with you"

Suddenly she turned around and was going to get out of the elbow room when she stopped, her back to me, and with a lose weight vocalization asked me to not go away, for me to stick around. It was clear to me that her gallant spirit was broken, and that inside her intellect was taking office a fierce struggle.

"But we can't love…, you can't roll in the hay me that way, it's a sin, it's against the law, you are my son"and sobbing heartbreakingly she went to her room and closed softly the door.
She didn't come out her sleeping accommodation for the next two days, not even for a swallow of water supply, and really, I was getting more vex with each passing day ; I called to her, I knocked her threshold every distich time of day and asked her to spill to me, anything to get her out from that self-destructive state. Her lone answer was"Please Franklin Pierce, let me be alone, but don't go away, we need to let the cat out of the bag, I need to talk to you ”.

At last, very early in the dawn of the thirdly day, she resurrected, went to fill a exhibitor and when she had finished I had her breakfast on the tabular array. Her countenance had improved in appearance ; she was still picket and Sir Henry Rider Haggard but she had begun to get out of this cloud of misery sufficiently to mouth.
"Franklin Pierce, I want you to know that I had always loved you, I have never stopped loving you"
"I know mother, now that I'm a mature man, I know you always loved me and I hope it isn't too late for us to bond again"
"Yes, but I have a major problem, I 'm pregnant and I carry in my womb your nipper, who is also your sibling, what are we going to do, please tell me, my fountainhead is very dead and I can't think clearly ”.
"Ok mother, now, number 1 thing first ; and one thing at a metre. You made love with me, someone who everybody knows as St. John Van Nuys, Ok ...."
"Yes, but you are my son and ..."
"mother, mother, please listen to me, nobody knows in one chiliad miles around we are related, less than lupus erythematosus that we are family, in fact female parent and son ; so the mixer prospect of the issue is solved, don't you agree ?"
"Yes, that may be true but all the Same we committed incest and that ..."

"No female parent, you didn't commit incest, I did, I knew you are my mother, you didn't know I'm your son ; if there is, I charge with the responsibility and the guilt feelings, not you. And although this child was conceived in love, if it makes you finger better think about it as a child merchandise of colza, you love your tiddler but not his Father"

"But I can't do that, I love you, I have always loved you, what I can not interpret is all this farce to pop off yourself off as other soul to own sex with me"
"Oh mother, mother, you are not so chummy, don't you understand, female parent I'm in love with you, mother I love you, I'm in love with you, I have always been in passion with you ; ask yourself, ¿what early reason could I have had for not wanting to see you ?"
Her reflection did not demonstrate, to my enceinte confusion, surprise at my confession. It seemed that she already knew it and that I only had confirmed to her the the true by the manifestation of my sentiments.

She let the silence envelop us for several mo before she pointed to me she was very wear out and we would continue this conversation the come day, if I was in the cattle ranch. She was apparently very disturbed because she thought I might desert her again. That thought did not happen to me, because I was getting used to the mind of being the Church Father of my own brother or sister.

I went to my way but couldn't nap ; my head was in turmoil and my life was chaos.
I have always had an orderly life, I had a final purpose in judgement, maybe it was utopian, but in my day by day life everything was very orderly, with no surprises, perhaps monotonous, but that kind of life story gave me peace of mind. Now I didn't know which was to become of my biography or future.

Next morning I was up before sunrise, made umber and waited for my mother to get up.
When she did and came to the kitchen, there was something unlike to her, I poured her a cup of java and waited expectantly for her to tell me what was in her mind.

"President Pierce"she started,"I have thought about us and our relationship the whole Night, I don't want for you to go away again, if you do, I'm sure this meter will be forever, I don't want to fall behind you again, but we can't have sex again ; I don't think about us making love as rape, because I did consent, and it was beautiful, but it can't go on ..."

I tried to break up her and make her see my viewpoint, but she didn't let me,

"Pierce let me polish off, delight, if you want to take a crap me happy, stay with me ; to the world we'll be a couple with a son or daughter, in the secrecy of our house we'll be mother and child, and you 'll be a brother to our minor ”.

I was astounded ; she wanted me to forget, just like that, our link, which had been not only carnal, but emotional as well. I felt like if a black nullity was engulfing me and I could not do anything. She remained adamant in that posture.

"I'll let you think about this my dearest for you to take a decision, just think of, I love you very often"

"Not to be my married woman"

"But I can't Pierce, I'm already your mother"she said and went out of the kitchen.

I needed to get out of the house, I was feverish, I was sick with anguish, I couldn't be her man, but if I stayed, I will birth to be near her day after day, I was going to be her husband outside the sign of the zodiac with everything that that means, I will suffer to go to parenting course of instruction, touch on her and act like a loving husband. I will make to give ear vaginal birth, and see our child come out of the same distribution channel I came out to the world twenty seven age ago. It was stark madness, I could not quell here, and I could not do what she was asking me.

But, no matter what, I was going to do it.

# # # #

Since that morning we started living a routine in which to the outside world, we were a couple with age difference ; when we went to the clinic for pregnancy hitch or to town to buy groceries, and even to dinner and dancing outside townspeople, everyone treated us just like any former couple expecting a child, and I was treated with the condescension with which are treated all young fathers. Everything was smiles and laughter, only I was crying inside.

No one questioned our kinship ; no one imagined that we were related in the first point. My mother is white blonde and I have black hair, like my father, with the snow-white streak that left me my fortuity at sea, which ran from my chin by my right impudence to the middle of my head, her centre are grey super acid and mine are brown. Beautiful my life eh ?, Right.

It was just that when the sign door was closed behind us and we were alone, everything changed. The domestic life was a hellhole for me, I had her with me all day, I'm in lovemaking with her and want to hold, caress and kiss her, but inside the house, when alone, she was treating me as what I am, her child, love-making days were a matter of the past, to never rejoin, apparently ; it was a support underworld. That wasn't so for my mother, who seemed to be living in Heaven, she have rejuvenated with the pregnancy ; and after her second month of pregnancy when the morning uncomfortableness had disappeared and her entirely progeny was to like for our tiddler inside her, she was as a showtime time Mom.

When she was reaching her sixth calendar month of pregnancy and her eubstance had begun to change, my lifetime was unbearable and I started to opine of leaving after childbirth. I was aflutter, Moody and restless and could not centralise on anything, in the end I was thinking that when she has the child, she wo n't take me anymore, she has money and she will have another son not to be alone, probably he or she will go along company with her forever.

I started to leave home early in the morning and restitution at the end of the eventide, I was beginning to pack concern of my own investment funds business, I phoned daily to my lawyer and broker in Boston and I was distracted when at home, not paying so a great deal attention to her as at the beginning ; it was the way my mind had to defend itself of the pain sensation and the depression that was taking over me.

I helped her with the bookkeeping and little more. Little by little I was drifting away from her, doing my section of the bargain by acting as her husband in the increasingly rare occasions on which she came out of the house.

Suddenly, one morning when I woke up smelled an exquisite scent of saucily brewed coffee berry coming into my elbow room ; still groggy, I went to the kitchen to see my pregnant mother in a flowered wrapper bustling in the kitchen singing to herself as she was fixing breakfast. When she felt my front turned her head and smiling broadly she said.

"commodity morning sweetie"

Astonished and not understanding anything I asked her :"What are you doing up so too soon"

She looked storm by my question and answered,"Why, fixing breakfast for my hubby, what else"
I dropped heavily in a chair, I looked at her not understanding what was going on and told her stupidly,"But I'm your son, not ... ..."

"Not anymore, I mean, yes you are my son, but from now on you are also my mate, and soon my legally wedded husband ; ¿ was not that what you wanted ?"

"Yes of course but you said .... I thought ... .."

"Yes my love, I know what I said to you, I know what you thought, and I'm very disconsolate, ¿will you forgive me ?"

"Yes, of track, that means ...."

"Let me explain myself my lamb. I always have known you loved me, what I didn´t know, but later suspected, was that when you came to work for me you were my son. with the passage of days I started to suspect that you were not who you said you were ; you had a very confidant knowledge of the family and the plaza to await for stuff in it, only someone in the category ( and my parents had only two relatives, you and I ) could have sex, where they are kept certain affair, and so I began to mistrust that you could be my long bemused son"

"Yes, but why did you let me prepare love to you"I was utterly confused.

"Because I fell in love with you ; I'm madly in love with you. I convinced myself that you were toilet, in truth I fell in love with the person you are, no affair what name that person has, you are sensitive, kind, loving, passionate, and very lovable"

"Yes, but since the pregnancy, with your attitude towards me, I have been living in netherworld"

"Yes, I know, because I have been living in the Lapp hell."

And then mother, went so far as to excuse me that she and my beginner had always intended to deliver more nipper, but, one way or the other, it had never happened. Now, when she got pregnant, she was delighted that I 'd impregnated her, but she was terrified in the light of the jeopardy that involved. Her reaction was ambivalent, on the one hired hand she wanted this child, by the other was terrified and that's why she thought of an abortion.

I was speechless ; at final stage all of my pipe dream were to become reliable."What do we do now ?"

"showtime, terminate your breakfast, then go to shower, you're a little ripe you know, and then come to our bedchamber, I'll be waiting for you, we have many ... hummm, thing to talk about. And Franklin Pierce ..."

"Yes"

"When we go exterior and meet other people, as we are married, you call me : beloved, sweetie, Natasha, wife, or whatever catches your partiality. dwelling or chamber you call me
Mom, mamma, mother ; I prefer the first two. That's all right hand with you ?"

I was grinning, and my smiling was from ear to ear.
Dear, I have one question ;"will you shave your grimace, I love you anyway, but I would like to bonk you with no tomentum on your side, if after, you are not well-situated how you look, you let the byssus grow again"

I was going to say NO, and then on bit thought I said to myself, ¿why not, you shaved your formal for Melanie and the crotch too ?"Ok mother, as you wish ?

# # # #

I showered and then shaved, my font was not so dissimilar, only the scar marred my face, but far lupus erythematosus than what I had feared, the scar was like a white bar 2 mm all-embracing in a sick face that had not taken the sun in years. I put cologne, my robe, and naked underneath, went to father'room.

She was waiting on the bed, over the mattress, she had her long hair bed covering on the pillow and a sexy nightgown was all she had on. Her knocker, now big with pregnancy were gorgeous, and her tummy, now six month in the pregnancy looked lovely, not very come out, just as a culture medium watermelon. I could not take my center from her.

13 )
"My god Pierce, you are very handsome, come near my love so mom can buss your face hurt"
At those words my penis did billow like a balloon and as one went up instantly. I took her in my weapon system and started kissing her, mouth, nose, eyes, neck, breasts and down to her tummy. When I was sniffing her wafting scent and preparing to plunge into her pussycat, she stopped me taking my head with her hands and told me,"waiting my dearest, today I repay you, let me pull in enjoy to you ”.

I could see my mother 's sexy torso, barely hidden in her negligee, her chest and her bountiful muff under her belly."You 're beautiful, Mom. The most beautiful woman I 've ever seen ”.

She smiled with a proud of look on her face. She turned around in my arms, not a bit ashamed that she was rubbing her meaty breasts and pregnant belly across my downhearted chest and crotch as she did so."Do you like this nightie, Franklin Pierce ? I bought it at the mall the former day thinking maybe you 'd like it. Maybe I always knew I was getting it for you, my darling son, and not other. ``

"It 's beautiful, Mom, but only because you are in it. Thank you very much."

Mom wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her dead body more firmly against me."I ca n't ignore this anymore, can I ? I love you, Pierce and I need you ; I love you as my son but I love you more as my man, my life spouse. I want us to be lover forever, son"

Mom looked up at me, her gray-green heart wide and anxious ; she seemed so vulnerable at that moment. I could n't assist but love her more than ever. Did she think there was even a slight prospect I 'd say no ?
"Oh, Mom, I ca n't remember of anything I want more. I love you so a lot, Mom. I 've loved you and dreamed of this for so many years. I 've wai….."

Mom kissed me again, leaning into me, the weight of her meaty breasts and breadbasket feeling delicious on my skin. Mom pushed me onto my back and began to buss her way downwards. She stopped at my nipples, circling the severe nubs with her tongue, making me groan as she nipped them with her sharp teeth.

Her tongue travelled further down my organic structure as she gave me butterfly kisses down below my belly. Mom ran her grimace across my groin, when she saw my shaved pubis, her optic opened broad in surprise,

"Why did you knock off your err ...."

"Why, don't you like it, I shaved my face and supposed you would wish that part shaved too, its fairly"

Her breathing space felt unbelievable as she rubbed her human face in my bald pubis ; she was now lying at my slope her head to my foot and her infantry beside my fount, Mom looked lustily at my rapidly rock hardening dick which she slowly and lovingly was stroking. I clawed the sheets as Mom showed me that despite a lack of practice, she knew how to suck her son 's cock.

"I wasn't a well cocksucker when I was younger,"Mom said teasingly after licking my shaft.

She looked up to me and said,"How can I get all this lovely rooster inside my mouth without choking ?"

Pierce explained her that she would require to regulate her breathing in such a way that she took her breaths as the cock withdrew from her sass, she also would need to relax his throat muscles to allow its full distance to enter her mouth.

"Mom this is difficult but with practise we could achieve it"said Pierce.

"We, what ? My honey, I thought it was me who was choking with a big hammer in my oral cavity ”, answered my laughingly mother.

Then mom slipped my turncock into her mouth and bathed it in spit using her lingua to ride the underside of the mushroom headway ; with great joy she set about this challenge and she did receive, that with concentration, she could breathe with a taste of stopcock in her rima oris, although taking it into her throat was much more difficult. Soon I was sighing and moaning announcing my impending climax. My female parent suddenly stopped before I could actually spurt my freight.

"Oh mom that's beautiful"I said panting.

"And that's cipher, child I haven't even started"

I just whimpered as I watched her pulling my cock toward her rima oris and enclose her lip around my cock's crownwork. My hands were resting on the top of her psyche and I was watching her in dazed amazement as she nursed on my dick. I tried to smile to her with my eyes as she slurped and sucked my dick, but she was so engrossed with what she was doing that she did n't even lift her head of my cock to face at me.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhh ... Mommmmmmmmmmmm !"I moaned softly as I felt her olfactory organ and lips tickle my hairless pubis and private parts."I love you soooooooo much !"

It was a vision to behold ; mother was on her side, her bulging belly almost over my own belly, her beautiful hair sprawling over my consistence, her small manpower grabbing my penis and her lips and glossa lapping, licking and sucking my genitals, cock and perineum. It was an titillating vision, it was madness and, as her cunt was inches away from my cheek, I could smell her pussy´s cream fragrance wafting up to my nostrils, but as a punished schooling kid in front of a box of confect, I couldn't eat or touch her.

As a solacement prize, while she sucked my dick, I had to square up for sucking the toes of her goody feet which were in breast my face.

I could not hold out any longer and warned mother I was about to cum ; the detonation started deep inside my ballock and flooded up through my turncock, hot and almost terrible, but bringing me brilliant button. I felt the seed spurt from my dick and into my mother's pharynx, I felt her trying to immerse and take all of me and partially bring home the bacon with the low jet, but when the second, third and fourth forget me drug quickly followed she was gagging and she needed to breath so she lifted her head back and I came into her mouthpiece and as she breathed I came on her lips ; despite swallowing as fast as she could mom could not forestall some of the white salty fluid from escaping from her lips.

She licked it off and into her backtalk and then I came onto her Kuki and she pulled back a little more and I came onto her neck and she smeared my seed down over her skin and rubbed its slipperiness into her mamilla. I came a final sentence, onto her left chest and she put her fingers into the slipperiness I had left and spread it onto her skin.

After cleaning my cock she sought out any the missed spermatozoon with her fingers and quickly licked them clean.

"Oh my love, I had never tasted semen before. It is delicious"my female parent's own words.

After swallowing my baby making seed and licking my prick clean and jerk, she commented aloud about the virility of younker, because having just shot a immense load my cock still remained as hard as steel

female parent then adducing weariness took up a position in the bed lying on her back and told me to straddle her above her mouth and fountainhead. I did, and in a wink she was between my outstretched legs and had nine-inches of hot cock about to enter her mouth again.
Suddenly I felt my peg being gently prised apart as my mother slid a little between them on her back, and soon she was sucking my cock in unison with my own uneffective efforts to touch her clit. Before long I was shocked again as I felt something pushing firmly against my sphincter muscle. Relaxing I accepted the index digit from my mother inside my anal canal, I felt the stimulation against my prostate gland gland and I lost totally my control as I flooded my mom 's mouth with my second cargo of hot spunk.

Spent I laid on the bed, took mom on my arms and I whispered to her,

"This is forever, Mom, I love you, Mom."

tears welled up in Mom 's center and she said,"We are together forever, son. I love you too !"We kissed and snuggled and gradually exhaustion took us and we fell asleep.

# # # #

When we woke up, it was mid-afternoon, we had slept more than eight minute, we were very athirst and needed urgently a tub or a cascade as we were advanced ; dried sex fluids all over our organic structure. We had slept cuddled, I behind her in the position of the spoon with my right arm over her belly, caressing our child through the mother 's skin.

"trade good good afternoon my honey, what prison term it is ?"Asked my mother who was stretching like a kitten.

"Going to five thirty, are you thirsty my lovely ? Because I could eat a mule"

"Yes, we both are hungry, your son and I, and he is kicking asking papa to feed us"

"fountainhead, you go and shower and in the lag I'll cook the three of us some nourishing food, then I'll charter a quick shower and we eat ; ok my love ?"

Mother was moved and excited about my vexation for her fountainhead being and my attentions to her.

"Thank you my love you are the Best husband I woman may desire"

After we had eaten, we were replete and message, fresh from the showers ; mother suggested we adjourned again to the bedroom. Once there lying in bed she told me she wanted to repay me for the months we were estranged because of her.

I told her not to worry as everything was right now ; that I understand what she had been passing for.

"My love I want for you to have a go at it me again but it must be not by the usual way, I may sop up you, or if you prefer we could, sometimes, do anal"

I was dumbfounded,"What happened to your kitty-cat, have you some problem that I do not know ?

"Not my making love, Dr society"

"I'm worried mom, what happens ?"

"Nothing my dear, it's just, well you see my love the obstetrician had not forbidden intimate congress but he said we must be very thrifty when having sex to prevent an nonvoluntary miscarriage. He asked me ..."

And she went blushing red,

"... .if your well ... .., equipment was grown than normal, because at my age stretching me vide and going near the cervix, in the throes of passion, there is the prospect of a…. previous rupture of the amnionic sac because the child I am carrying it placed low and it may induce an abortion"

"So you decide, viva for you and me, and/or anal for you"she added.

"I don't know mom, are you comfortable with anal retentive ?"

"Don't know infant, never did it, does it hurt ?"

"You mean dad and you ... ..never ... .."

"No my dear, your forefather was an spectacular man and scientist, a very good husband and, as you know better than me, a loving Father of the Church, but in the sex department he was average the first ten year or so, and mostly indifferent the relief, as you may remember for my not very proper behaviour with you"

"That's all veracious mom, never mind it now. We have a new life together, and with regard to our sex, we'll do whatever you are comfortable with"-

"Ok my love, I want to afford you all the pleasure I can, just be careful with my little, well you know ”.

"Don't worry mom I'll be extra careful ; how do you require to do it, spoon or doggy style ?

"Whatever you want my passion"

So I pushed female parent to the edge of the bed, with her opened ramification dangling I kneeled on the story and started kissing, licking and tonguing her legs from the stifle up to her very delirious kitty lips ; I put a yoke pillows under her buttocks and started working in her kitty-cat, perineum and asscheeks. Son her mind was a fog of lusty rousing as she surrendered to the sense impression I was giving her, my probing digit, my hot breath on her thigh, my moist lips and wet glossa sliding completely over her hot body and preferably on her ass buttock. She just gave in to it, sought the joy in every contact. When I raised a hand to part her asscheeks she instinctively raised them to help me with it, and I spread her cheeks as my clapper trailed from the base of her clit and pussycat lips and down between.

She shuddered and moaned when the probing tip of my lingua found her puckered mess and swirled around it, my fingers still thrusting gently into her hungry sex. Her head pressed into the mattress now and she rocked slightly her hips back at to me as I trailed a finger's breadth over her clit that sent a jerking right through to her sizzling core.

My tongue pushed and probed at her ass, jostling the nerves that sent tingles ricocheting down her leg and up her rachis to her brainiac. Her hands fell to the mattress as she succumbed to the titillating heating emanating from my tongue, pushing, pushing, and seeking entry inside her entrails.

Her moans were perpetual, muffled by her arms crossed over her face, as she rocked back and Forth River as my hungry mouth devoured her tasty ass, my fingers plunging into her sex in time with her rocking, thrusting hips.

"Ohhhh, yes, yessss,"she gasped, already pushing up her ass, ineffectual to stop herself as her lust filled and debauched creative thinker took total controller of her body. She felt her insides stretching, opening as my natural language worked in deeper and deeper, until my chin sat snugly against the mattress.

My genu were cramping and I stood up looking down to my lovely perspiring mother.

"Mom, now we put you in the doggy stance, Ok"

I helped her to work around over her belly, and taking her hips with my hands I pulled her in a kneel place, and then I put a pillow under her knee joint and another on the headboard so she could rest her forefront. Then I placed behind and between her legs.

My hands trembled as I reached out and caressed the soft skin of her tush. I gently bit the soft material body, leaving tooth mug on the white cutis. Then I sat back slightly and paused to take in the survey ; her firm behind were perfect, and I saw fathead bumps rising on her impudence and then run down the back of her thigh ; slowly, I opened her cheeks.

Mother couldn't stop her hips from squirming as she felt her son-husband 's adoring eyes centered on her common soldier place. Suddenly, she could find my breath on her pulse golf hole ; it was getting very ardent in the room.

She moaned as her tiny rose was exposed. I stared in amazement. I loved looking at her puckered niggling fix. It was wrinkled and pink with a tiny seawall just to the side. My lip were so end to her tiny golf hole that I could almost smack her. Then I circled my tongue around the kettle of fish in a teasing manner and I felt my excited mother-wife shiver. When she pushed back, I pulled away and chuckled teasingly again ; then I moved my lingua to the top of her buttocks before sliding it slowly down one cheek and then the early, leaving a trail of my saliva.

female parent was growing impatient."Oh please baby, I'm hot !"she moaned as she felt me lead off to solve her again.

This time, I started my knife at the top of her fracture and moved slowly downward, edging closer and closer ; the exhilaration in the room grew rapidly as my tongue moved between the cheeks. Finally my knife touched her diminutive hole.

"Ohhhhh gawd ! '' Mother moaned and pushed her ass back toward my tongue again. I stiffened my clapper and pressed forward.
"Oh Goddddddddd"My mother screamed and her dead body began to shake. It was the initiative time, apparently, anyone had done this for so foresighted. I used the widely of my clapper to severalize her sphincter and drop off it into her torso.

Afterwards female parent told me that old age ago, she had thought that this act was too dirty for wrangle, but now it was a necessary part of their sexual love ; it was a prelude to something very much bigger and much longer.

"Yes, yes, yes !"she moaned as she felt my spit Menachem Begin to move in and out of her slowly stretching hole.

saliva began to drop down my Kuki as my glossa plunged in and out of the compressed fix. Suddenly I buried my face between her cheeks, the soft silky flesh caressing my rougher scarred skin."I could solve this grand mother-wife 's ass for hours"I thought,"but not today because I'm too emotional ”. Then I pulled my knife from the seizing hole, it made a little pop and snapped shut.

"I felt empty ”. She said and I could see her jam pulsing, as if it had a mind of its own, like it needed something to debase it to the limit.

Then as I removed my fount from her behind I put a cold gel on her ass, robbing her of my spidery tongue, and as I stood up behind her, my fingers, fingers that had so recently been buried in her sex now slid onto her ass. I slipped first a single dactyl in and she groaned loudly but her hips kept rocking, pushing the digit in all the way to the upper knuckle.

"Oh yeah Pierce, that feels so good,"she moaned hotly,"So good."

I started to slide the finger away and she almost moaned at its going until I eased a bit one in alongside the starting time, stretching open her tight little trap and causing her to cry out. I fucked her ass slowly and gently with two finger of my right helping hand, and felt her pushing back against them firmly ; I felt the movement of her own fingers in her pussy through the lose weight membranes that separated them.

I added more lubricating substance to my left-hand hand, and pushed the first base two fingers in alongside the first two of my right, stretching her hot ass further, a delighted howl came from her,"Ohhhh yeah, yeah, I'm full, so full phase of the moon,"and she continued to force firmly back against me. She squirmed but her rocking and thrust was relentless.

My mother Natasha did n't bed how many fingerbreadth I had inside of her ass and apparently did n't care ; all that she did care was that it felt amazing. She did n't even realize that she had worked four fingerbreadth of her rightfield hand into her cunt maintaining a very unstable balance with her left ; she was following what her eubstance demanded, pleasure, much more pleasure, no matter how it was achieved.

I eased my digit from her and put my hand on her hips holding her still. I poured another trickle of cold gel, on my men on her ass again, then I made her feel the plain hard heat of my with child, throbbing cock pressed against the tight entrance to her hitherto virgin hole, the last virgin jam that she had. I placed the engorged secretory organ of my hammer against her asshole and left it there, resting both myself and her ; I applied a very small amount of pressure and looked down, watching as the very top of my hammer pressed and opened her, hardly penetrating at all yet, simply making that crocked entrance widen and then pucker back as I pulled away.

I continued to ride us both like this, pushing hardly any of my cock into her before withdrawing. Mother was beginning to breathe harder, and her articulatio coxae rocked from side to side. And for the initiative time she used a mother's tone with me.

"Pierce ... do n't you make bold tease me ... I want you to fuck me all the way inside my ass now ..."

And then she changed again to her normal baby pleading vocalization,

"Please baby, I want it so often ... ''

I lowered my head as near her ear as I could and whispered,"I love you, Natasha."

"Oh Pierce ”, she whispered into her pillow."Oh my baby, My Pierce ..."

I lifted my fountainhead and with my arms reduced my free weight on her, allowing my weight to fall down on my hip. The heading of my cock pressed down into her tight back enactment. For a moment the resistor kept me out, then slowly she opened for me and I slid inside. My head popped through the tight band of sinew and I took my weight back on my implements of war, allowing mama to get used to my cock being inside her ass.

She didn't resist the urge to jam herself back against the fountainhead of my cock as the air pressure increased, and then she felt her ass rim heftiness give and my dick head was inside her. The maternity had made the muscleman of her anus loose, not hemorrhoid, so she had not the look of something snapping painfully inside her rectum.

She moaned and rocked her articulatio coxae back against me and I relaxed and pushed and suddenly I was sliding slowly inside her, low gear it was two inches, then three, it was nasty and enclosing but welcoming, there was nothing to stop me entering her further and I let myself slip inside and then there was four inches of my cock inside her ass and I watched it, stretching her, felt the warmth and slick and the tightness.

"All the way, lad ... push it into me all the way as far as it will go ... ''

I pushed and two more inches slid in, pushed again and another inch went inside. Almost the integral distance of my rooster was now embedded inside my female parent 's ass and she moaned again,"No infant, give me everything, thrust all the way in ... I need to a greater extent !"

I pushed harder, my peter get together more resistance now, I was fearful of damaging the foetus, but still, I don't bang how, she opened for me and I felt myself slide deeper, slide all the way inside her bowels, until my bald pubic flattened against her cheeks.

Mom twisted a piffling sideways and I asked if she was uncomfortable and wanted for me to get out of her. She turned her brain but didn't say anything ; she just asked me to accommodate her so she could propel and I lifted one of my leg so that my cock managed to move into another half column inch inside her. My balls, heavy with babe making seed, were now pressed tight against her pussy, the foot of my stopcock jammed heavily up against her asshole, the entire eight in and a half distance buried somewhere up inside her, where, I had no idea, all I did know was that it was the most terrific feeling I had ever experienced. I was still as a statue, feeling one invertebrate foot of bowel clutching my cock.

"Pierce ..."she whispered as if individual could find out her, and there was a note of awe or wonder in her interpreter,"You are going to progress to me cum again ... I have never felt ... oh Pierce, it feels wonderful ... I feel so filled, so terrible ... so filthy, arghh ... President Pierce, Pierce I am cumming again ... fuck me Pierce, fuck me hard now ..."

I rocked my hip joint, quietly moving my cock inside of her, withdrawing a minuscule and then sinking all the way back inside, trying not to suffer the sister ; I felt my female parent trembling wildly beneath me, the muscles of her ass quivering a visual sense I had dreamed, but I had never thought it would became real. I reached around her body and held one of her breast and rolled it in my palm.

Mom cried out and her hips bucked underneath me and then stilled for one second, then all hell broke loose, her ass muscles started rippling, faster and faster, then they began to grow in strength until her stallion groin was electrified and her anus pulsed, squeezing the invading tool.

My cock felt enormous inside her ass, punishing than I had ever been, but I was not yet ready to cum again so soon after the foremost time and I continued to push up in and out of her. She groaned and pushed her look down into the bed. I took her long knock pap between my fingers and squeezed it hard.

Then I carefully grabbed her around her tummy and making lever with my legs I turned her, rolling her body over mine to lie on our face. Mother came with me, my brand putz still embedded far into her ass and she laid turned one-half over, one leg lifted back over mine. I pushed my left arm underneath her to get at her breast, dropped my right hand to her pussy and inserted two finger inside her. She was soaking, juice flowing out of her onto my finger, and I started to pump myself in and out of her ass at the Same metre as my fingerbreadth moved in her pussy as she made a screechy randomness deep inside her throat and started to cum again.

I continued to work on her, pulling on a nipple, rolling her clitoris, pushing into both her front and back openings, and for several proceedings she lost all control condition and I was making her cum continuously, peaking over and over again in one long rolling climax.

I was n't sure how much more of this she could take, and was afraid to suffer her, and I was feeling my own climax coming. I removed my hand from her pussy and gripped her by the hips and under her tummy, to keep her buttoned to me, I pushed her knees up and pumped my dick deep in and out of her asshole. I threw my head back and I gasped for air. It was building. It was growing. It was coming. Finally, my release arrived. It began far back inside my own ass, in my prostate gland, a hot pleasurable ache that built and then frivol away up along the length of my cock. I felt the cum jet from the brain of my cock deep inside mother 's ass, felt it jet hot against her insides, and she felt it too and trembled and I thought she peaked one last time.

I pushed hard, burying my pecker headspring inside her, revelling in the spasm of painful joy that gushed from my peter into her. My balls were pulled as tight to my organic structure they hurt, my pelvic girdle were shaking and sweat poured from every inch of my trunk, dripping onto the bed sheets.

I lost all sense of myself for a patch, my head was spinning wildly ; when I came to my senses, my prick was still arduous, still buried deep inside mom 's cockeyed cocksucker, and she was crying.

Worried I eased myself back, feeling her tighten on me and try to hold me there, but I pulled away and felt my cock pillowcase out and away. It released from her asshole with a twitch. I pulled her again towards me, put my weaponry around her and held her to me as she sobbed. Her tears dripped onto my arm and ran down to the pillow.

"What is it ?"I whispered in her ear."My love, my darling love, what's wrong, are you hurt ?"

"No, it's just I love you, Pierce."

"And I love you, mom. With all my heart."

She pulled me to her and hugged me hard, as hard as her tum allowed, forcing the air from my lungs."Franklin Pierce, I'm in making love with you and I want to be with you forever, in the risky variety of way. I ache inside for wanting you. I want you to know me forever."Her hand drifted down over my venter and circled my still hard cock."And I can't believe this came out of me, and know had returned to be inside again ; this is amazing ..."and we drifted to sleep.

I woke as light filled female parent's bedroom, no ; it's our bedroom from now on. She was still profoundly at peace, turned away from me, I was spooning her ; her long consistency curled forward around her bay window as if protecting the baby, her ass cradling my stopcock which had finally lost its hardness some time after midnight. It had rested and got up again sometime before first light, and now it lay almost fully erect between the rounded curves of mom 's ass.

But after that day and until vaginal birth, our sex was minimum, with no penetration, none.
When we needed assuagement we gave each other oral. I didn't want to take any risk of exposure with my fan's life.


epilog

The last written outcome happened two years back. In the meantime we had our daughter who we named Greta in my tardily grandmother and my female parent mother's honor. Shortly we got married, my mother Natasha and me, and we did it with our own epithet, nobody in town remembered my founder's epithet, bah, nobody remembered him. Our daughter is as beautiful as our female parent, and now my mother-wife is fraught again. I'm terrified something could go on to her in childbirth ; she says nothing is going to happen to her and that this clock time will be a boy. I fervently hope so. What would I do without her erotic love ? .