Amazon Mom Claims Her Perfect Mate
By the Chuckster
Amazon Mom decides the only man worth spreading her powerful legs for is her well-hung virgin son.
(note: about 10% of the sex scenes in this story are inspired from those in a
story named Unconditional Love, by an author named AngelEyes. Even that text
has been highly re-written, but I wanted to give her her proper due
nonetheless.) This is an adult ficitional story. Anyone underage should not
scroll down or read further.
Hi, my name's Claire. I'm a widowed, 31 year-old, ex-professional female
bodybuilder. I still work out a tremendous amount, although now I train
strictly for strength and body shaping. My husband was a professional
bodybuilder as well. If it weren't for him I wouldn't have decided to do it
professionally, but his
incessant proding didn't leave me much choice. He first noticed that I was
extremely strong for a woman when he and I were high school sophmores taking a
coed weightlifting class together. I was, and am, unusually strong and have
been able to bench press 275, almost twice my weight, since I was 18. If it
wasn't for the one good thing that came out of our relationship, our son, I
could flatly say I wish we wouldn't have ever met.
I've been very strong for a girl(and most men for that matter) all my life.
One doctor, who even mentioned me in a textbook, was able to find out why.
Most people can only voluntarily use a much smaller percentage of their muscle
than they actually have. This is a safety mechanism that the body uses to
protect itself. If you could use all of your muscle fibers at once you'd rip
the tendons they're connected to right off the bone! I use about 30% more of
my muscles fibers than the average person. After my then future husband and I
began to work out I realized that somehow that strength seemed to grow
exponentially. No one adds muscle ever, no matter what you read. You are just
able to make the fibers you can use stronger. With training the same amount of
muscle fibers are able to do alot more work, you get stronger and they get
larger. They don't grow in size tremendously if you're a woman(unless you are
stupid enough to take steriods). But they can be quite noticable if you
already have large-sized muscles and a non-liposuctioned female body. However,
size aside, you can still tremendously increase you strength, even if you're
not the genetic freak of a female I am. When I'm in top shape I'm about five
times stronger than the average woman my height and about three times stronger
than the average man(I'm 5'11" by the way).
Even when I was in my peak competitive condition though, I've always been very
feminely shaped. I luckily have narrow shoulders and a very large bustline.
Without the added bulk under them my breasts would be about a 40DD, they
measure a healthy 46DD. My waist is a washboard flat 30", which doesn't sound
slim, but in proportion to my bust and 38" hips they are very proportional. I
have dark black hair and light blue eyes. When I'm not pumped up, you can tell
that I work out because my shoulder and upper back muscles are larger than is
normal for a woman, but not freakishly or masculinly so. I just look bigger in
those parts. Luckily, as I mentioned before, I have very large breasts and
hips and eyes that more than one man has found himself lost in. So the over
all impression I usually give off sexually is stupification. I've always been
very femine and flirtaous, perhaps out of self consciousness about my body.
But everyone who spends more than a couple of minutes around me knows I'm not
some kind of dyke or dominatrix(although I've had many offers from people of
both sexes wanting me to be both!). Hell, I don't try to even take myself too
seriously, which most larger and/or stronger people fall into. Outside of
professional fighters, strength training and bodybuilding men, I could count
on one hand the people I've met whose ass I couldn't kick thoroughly. However,
I've never used that to even try to intimidate someone into doing something
they said they didn't want to do. Except for the one person I love more than
anyone in my life, that is....
Ironic, isn't it? But I get ahead of myself.
My husband was the first guy who I had more than three dates with in high
school. All the other guys seemed to drop off. Mainly I think because they
were teased unmercifully for going out with me, or they thought that I was an
easy lay and found out I wasn't. Whichever the case, my future husband didn't
mind the taunts, as he had a fetish for strong, tall overpowering women. One
day I was able to get to his porno stash in his room and almost all of it was
bodybuilding women. After a couple of months of seeing each other we started
to have sex. A couple of months later I became pregnant.
He was furious. But not because we would soon be 17 year old parents, but
because of what it would do to my body! We had been training very hard
together and he wanted us both to enter a local body building contest a couple
of months from then. What a reason to be pissed! His father was ridiculously
wealthy, although they lived in just a upscale suburb to avoid people who
would harass someone who flaunted their wealth. Whatever his son wanted, he
got. When I told him I wasn't going to get an abortion he did the honorable
thing and married me. There aren't as many women walking around like me then
there are cheesecake blondes like his mother, so to guys like my late husband
we're gold I guess, pregnant or not. His father gave him a sizable account,
"to get us started off", a new house better than there own, and two new cars.
On top of that he also gave him a cushy job that paid him ridiculously for
what amounted to part time work. We spent twice as much time on his obsession,
working out and competing in bodybuilding competitions, then he ever spent at
work.
He loved playing up the fact that I was a bodybuilder and stronger than
everyone he knew but himself(which, unfortunately was true). He did it to
everyone, even our neighbors. This later caused lots of problems. Although
most of the kids in the neighborhood loved me and knew I was loving and gentle
as any of their own mothers, some of the neighborhood children weren't as
kind. They mercilessly teased Charles about me. I felt tremendously sad for
him and did whatever I could with phone calls to parents who were receptive to
my pleas that they do something to control their children, but not all of them
were. Some were as infantile and insensitive as their twelve, ten and eight
year old children! Doing anything more would have just made things worse and
increase the taunting.
Children can be cruel is a cliche for a reason. Once, when he was eleven I
asked him to just ignore what they said about me, not to do anything and they
would stop. "You know?!?" He glared back.
"Of course I know why you're having all of these fights, honey. There are a
dozen kids that come in and out of this house every week. You didn't think we
only talked when you were around, did you?"
"Who told you?!?" He yelled, incensed to the boiling point. "That doesn't
matter. The friends of yours who told me told me because they were proud of
you, not to hurt my feelings or get you upset."
"What do you mean proud? It was one of the girls wasn't it?" He rightly
guessed that no pre-pubescent guy would admit to being proud of someone.
"Yes, it was. And don't try and get me to tell you who it was, because I
won't." He slumped back down into his chair, realizing that it was stupid and
hopeless to keep proding me. My white knight was finally beaten. He could
protect my name and honor when they were besmirched, but against me he had no
defense. In fact, all the taunting had done over the years was draw us closer
together, and make him feel tremendously protective of me. Sometimes I think I
should almost thank those bullies for making him so sensitive to my feelings
and pushing him closer towards me emotionally.
"I don't care who tells you what, I'm not going to just stand around while
some guy makes fun of you!" "Would you rather keep getting bandaged up every
other day for the rest of your life?" "YES! Yes, I would!" He screamed back
without hesitation, trembling he was so angry. Now it was my turn to be
speechless. My heart filled with love and warmth, and even though he was only
eleven my pussy even twitched a little. My little man had just screamed to the
top of his lungs that he'd do anything to defend me, even if it was just
against words and insults, even if it meant being beaten day in and day out.
There was a ferocity and a covetousness in his voice that rang as true as if I
had been standing in front of some 30 year old lover, a grown man. I stepped
closer to him, now only inches apart. I grapped his face impulsively, shocking
him as I drew us together and kissed him harder than I had kissed his father
since we were teenagers. For the first time toward my son the words formed in
my mind "I'm going to fuck you!." If my lips weren't wrapped over his I
probably would have said it out loud. Then, within a couple of seconds and
just before I was about to shove my tongue into my own son's mouth, my
freaking husband yells "Claire, I'm home."
Reluctantly, I broke the kiss. I needed the several seconds it would take my
husband to find us to try and put a PR spin on my outburst of passion. "Sorry,
I guess I got carried away. You just made me feel so special. You were so
unwavering. You keep doing whatever you feel is best. Just try hard not to get
in trouble at school. You won't get into any trouble with me over the fights.
I trust you baby."
"Oo Okay, mom. I'd better go study."
As I backed away from him I stole a glance at his crotch. I had one advantage
in being able to hide my sexual feelings that he didn't. He had an erection!
Just a simple, closed mouth, less than a minute long kiss had given him an
erection that he quickly covered with his books. But not soon enough. My boy
was only eleven and I was damned sure he had over a six inch prick already,
judging from the bulge I had created! He ran up the back kitchen stairs just
before his father came in the door.
Then, one day a couple of months after he was twelve, all of the taunting and
fights stopped. I couldn't understand it. Then a couple of weeks later a girl
from down the street explained it. Her name was Melissa, she was the same girl
who had first told me why he had been getting into so many fights over four
years ago. We were sitting in the kitchen waiting for Charles to come back
from his cross country training run. Hoping that lightening would strike twice
in the same place I asked her if she knew why Charles wasn't getting into
fights anymore. I secretly hoped that he hadn't stopped defending his mother.
Melissa knew, of course, she had had a crush on him for awhile and kept tabs
on him quite closely.
The answer was not what I had expected or worried about. Quite the contrary.
The guys at school, even those two or three years older than him and who could
and sometimes did kick the crap out of him didn't say a word about me anymore
around him. Some were even complimenting me. They had finally learned that if
they opened their mouths against me they would have to fight him, and even if
they won they would still walk away with at least a broken nose and a bloddy
lip, which is both painfull and unattractive. They had decided they didn't
want to pay the price, regardless of who won. Also, since he was in junior
high there weren't too many guys way older than him anymore and most of the
time he was now winning his fights.
Unfortunately, he was going to get involved in a much more serious fight. A
fight he found little joy in winning, although he was doing what was right to
defend me at the time.
As I mentioned earlier, Charles' father was even bigger and more muscular than
I am. We constantly got into arguments, mostly about his taking steriods and
how it was ruining our sex life. Years before we had become swingers, another
obsession of his. Now, not only was he suffering from sexual disfunction(pain
in his shrunken testicles, kept him from having sex more than twenty minutes
at a time and never twice in the same day), he kept insisting we still go to
these swing parties so he could keep denying there was a problem. The problem
was that everyone noticed that he was through after twenty minutes and I was
spending the rest of the four or five hours getting fucked by our friends. No
one said anything out loud, but everyone knew it. But he seemed to care more
about his bodybuilding than keeping his balls. So every day a little more of
his manhood slipped away and he just got more and more hostile towards me.
Then, one night while Charles was sleeping over at a friends, at some point
during an argument we were having he began to beat me. Again I think, to help
him feel more masculine. I didn't know what to do. I was ready to get a
divorce, but I had no idea how far over the edge that would push him, as he
obsessed over me, or rather my body -which he viewed as some kind of
possession by this point. The next morning, however, the problem solved
itself. We had come out of the kitchen, arguing, which Charles was a little
used to by now and didn't interfer with.
Then he did something that Charles wasn't used to, he threatened me physically
in front of Charles. I don't even remember why he said "I'm going to beat the
fuck out of you" but all I could think of was all of the fights Charles had
had over guys just mocking me. All of a sudden I muttered the word "Shit!" to
myself silently and braced myself.
The words "I don't think so..." came from the lips of my most beloved, my only
beloved, man in the world.
"What did you say?" His father looked towards him, incredulously.
"I said, I don't think so!"
"Charles, please don't get involved. You've never interferred before, don't
start now."
"I've never interferred because it wasn't my place. You can call each other
whatever you want, scream and yell till both of you are blue, you're husband
and wife, you're my parents, there is nothing I can do about that. But if he
ever hurts you I'll kill him."
"You, kill me? I could throw across this room a dozen times without breaking a
sweat."
"If you want to hit her you're going to have to."
"Fine then, tough guy. Have it your way..."
With that he started to bitch slap me backwards. By the time he was about to
slap me a third time Charles had thrown himself between us. Hardly blinking
Frank backslapped him, knocking him down and then kicked him toward the
fireplace. "Real tough guy huh?" He then turned back towards me and started to
hit me again, even harder. Pulling himself up by the mantle ledge he looked up
towards us and saw his father continuing to beat me. Something snapped inside
of Charles. He picked up one of the silver candle holders we always kept on
the mantlepiece. In an instant he crossed the distance between us. He stepped
slightly to the side of my husband so he knew he was there and swung towards
his shoulder, only trying to hurt him. If it would have been be I wouldn't
have been so noble, if he didn't knock him down with the first blow Frank
would quite probably kill him considering the steroid induced rage he was in.
A second later I was pleasantly surprised. Frank had heard Charles coming and
just as he stepped alongside my husband to noblily avoid hitting him from
behind Frank ducked. He had assumed Charles would do what he or I would do and
didn't expect him to be aiming for his shoulder. He ducked right into his
blow, which struck my bastard husband in the temple. The second it landed we
both knew he was dead.
I can't say I'm glad he is dead, but I don't blame myself one bit for being
relieved. Charles took it much harder than I did. He was only trying to
protect me, of course. In fact, trying to not kill him had inadvertantly
caused his father to step right into the blow. They were never very close but
they had had their moments of caring that even fathers and sons that don't get
along have.
There were no charges filed, my son was just defending himself and I and never
intended to actually kill him. I insisted we leave out the part to the police
where he had told his father he would kill him if he hit me. It didn't matter.
He wasn't trying to kill him when the blow actually happened and I wasn't
about to let some melodramatic DA try to blow that up. My husband had a
choice, my son didn't. To Charles, not trying to defend me wasn't an option,
even though he was didn't think he had a chance to succeed he felt he had to
try. He did succeed.
Now, two years later, he is still the only man in my life. The only man I'll
ever be able to trust. I decided to give up the swinging life his father and I
had. Like every woman I notice a good looking guy here and there that I
fantasize about, but I prefer monogamy. The problem is, the only man I think
is worth my spreading my legs for also calls me mom. While I didn't like
having sex with men that were little more than my husbands acquaintences, we
didn't have any real friends, just the ones I was allowed, even told, to swing
with; I have to admit that the sex was great. Unless the lovemaking has been
preceeded by a really big, long, all day buildup, once is never enough for me.
Or if it is, the guy has to hold out for at least an hour.
The build up I've been on has lasted about two years, if you don't count any
of the time I've spent masturbating. Today I was determined to end the long
drought.
Melissa was once again my catalyst. I half wish she didn't have born again
christian parents who wouldn't let her date until she was seventeen, three
years from now! She's very sweet and would probably pounce on my son in a
second if I ever left them alone, which I don't. Unfortunately for her, the
only female who I think deserves him more than her happens to be me. She's
almost like a daughter to me. If I ever let them have enough privacy to screw
I would end up wanting to scratch her eyes out in jealousy, and I don't want
our relationship to end that way. But also I couldn't stop him from dating
other girls, which made me feel bad for Melissa. I couldn't let him turn into
some unsocializing outcast at school. So I had to let him date, where I
couldn't be there to control his every move.
Melissa felt the news she was giving me was bad news, and that maybe she
shouldn't even be telling me because it was "private stuff" Charles'
girlfriend Suzanne had told a friend of hers. Actually the news was bad for
Charles' but estatically happy news to me.
Charles had subroken up with Suzanne because she wouldn't go all the way. She
had gotten him to confess that he had never "gone all the way" either,
although he had dated two other girls. She was telling her friends that that
was all he cared about, and that she was the only girl who was able to take
her in her mouth and he should have been more appreciative about that.
Apparently, she had let the last statement slip, and refused to answer when
they asked how big he was. One of the other girls would only answer a
non-committal "big, real big." The last part of the story really got Melissa
flustered and nervous.
The reason, she explained, that she wanted to tell me was that she knew that
what Suzanne had said about Charles only caring about "going all the way"
wasn't true and she wanted my advice as to what to tell her friends. I told
her to just be honest. Tell them about how close you two are and how he's
never tried anything with you and you're both still great friends, etc. .
"That's true. You're right. But..." "But, what sweetheart?" "I think we could
be more than just friends if you left us alone together for longer periods of
time..." there it was, she had said it. The poor thing was practically begging
me to let her be his first before it was too late for her. Unfortunately, she
was telling all of this to the one person who would insure that it was too
late for her. I felt bad for the girl, but I wasn't feeling bad enough to let
her snatch the brass ring I had depressingly assumed was already gone. She
wasn't about to pluck my son's virginity from under my nose. But now the
question was, how to let her down easy and still keep my newfound virgin to
myself?
"I'm sure you could be too, sweetheart. But your parents are my good friends
and they made me promise to keep an eye on you two and I can't break that
promise to them." I lied. I hardly knew the people and they had made me make
no such promise.
"Damn. I know you like me alot, I should have known that they had something to
do with it!" "I know it's frustrating, but until you're on your own there's
nothing you can do but accept this and at least take comfort in the fact that
they are doing this for what they think is your own good." "I guess I don't
have much of a choice." "Don't worry sweetheart, if anything happens between
you too someday at least you'll know each other well enough to have a better
than average chance for things to last. It's not so bad having a guy as a
close friend, is it?" "No, of course not. I care alot about Charles, in fact,
I think I lo.... "Eeh, Eeh, Eeh," I interrupted. "Don't you dare say it before
you can back it up. You're years away from that and you'll do nothing but
frustrate the hell out of yourself and make me feel bad too." "I, I guess
you're right." "You know I am. Now run along and tell your girlfriends what I
told you and I'll try to console Charles a little on this end. Okay?" "Okay,
Miss Claire, bye now." She bounced out of the back door off on her mission.
'Damn,' I thought. "She almost told me she loved him. Guess I'm going to have
to make sure they see less and less of each other. I sure as hell don't need
fourteen year old competition."
I had decided that tommorrow evening, when he came home from school, I would
end my long sexual drought and his virginity in one fell swoop!
The next day I called in sick and did nothing but think about ways to break
the ice and as close to naked and vulnerable before I made my move. I decided
to pretend to have just come in from taking off from work early and then offer
my tired young man a message. When he put his key in the door I got up off the
couch and threw my purse over my shoulder, and when he finally saw me took it
off again. "Home awful early mom." "Yep, felt like spending more time with my
boy." "Really, sure you weren't just tired." "No, actually I'm feeling very
energetic." I mused. "You tired, son?" "Nope, the whole last twenty or thirty
minutes in PE was totally wasted. Just got pumped up and then did get a chance
to break a sweat, muchless get tired." "How perfect!" I actually idiotically
said aloud. "What?" "Nothing, just your crazy mother rambling..."
I watched as Charles took off his jacket. He hadn't bothered to change back
into his street clothes after his final period gym class, he was wearing his
gym shorts and tank top. His muscles were taught and the veins were
protruding.
"Did you have weight lifting today in gym?" I asked as I kicked off my shoes
and took off my own jacket.
"Yea. Thomas was bitching at me because there was this dare that I could bench
more than him. Well, I won and he got mad and threw one of the benches at me.
I was about to jump on him when Cheryl and coach Thompson came up behind him
and dragged him off. They had seen the whole thing and didn't do anything
until I was about to get him. At least he got suspended and not me... "
I nodded blankly and muttered a totally detached "I see." Thankfully, he was
too exasperated about the whole situation as he was retelling it that he
didn't notice how I was looking at him. He was unaware of the thoughts I was
having while my eyes scanned his well defined chest and legs. My boy was going
to be a heartbreaker, I thought to myself. His black hair dangled over his
face as he was sitting on the stairs bending over loosening the shoelaces on
his shoes. I could see the faint distinction of his balls through the opening
up his shorts. My pussy was so wet !
I walked over to him and touched his right arm. Squeezing his bicep I said,
"Wow, you are
growing up."
Oblivious to my intentions he just blushed. "Stop making fun of me, Mom. I'm
still no where near as strong as you are..." "Baby, I could care less how
strong you are. I work out now because I like the way it makes my body look. I
wasn't making fun of you. I was marveling at how hot looking you're getting,
not how strong you are. I like your body type better than I ever liked your
father's. You're tall, already as tall as him, not as muscular, but you've got
a good bit of muscle on you, not at all like one of those boney kneed track
athletes. You're what women refer to as a long-tall cool drink of water. I
honestly couldn't care less how strong or
weak you are. Actually, I prefer the men I'm attracted to to be weaker than I
am, that way I know I can always 'get some' even if they aren't in the mood!"
"Mom! Stop talking like that!" he nervously blurted out.
"Well, it's true!"
"Maybe, but I don't feel comfortable with you telling me about what turns you
on, you're my mom!"
"You're right. Maybe I should just find a nice plot of land and start digging
my grave now..." I coyly, mockingly said in a dejected tone of voice."
"Mom, I don't mean that. Your gorgeous. I just mean... I don't know..."
"What you mean is that you're embarassed about listening to your mother
talking about sex." Then and there I knew I had an ice breaker I could use to
begin my seduction!
"Yeah, I guess that's it," he had to admit.
"Well that's going to have to change sweetheart. I've been thinking about how
to break the ice for weeks now, but I think its time you and I have a talk
about sex. But first, I want to see how that hairy chest of yours is coming
along. Stand up."
"Mom!"
"C'mon baby, you know how proud I am that you've got such a hairy chest at
such a young age. Your father was almost completely hairless and I haven't
gotten to see yours in months... Here, if it'll make you move a little faster
I'll show you my bare chest first!" I sneered, starting to pull my blouse from
my skirt.
"No, that's okay. I'll do it!" He nervously blurted out and began to pull his
shirt out.
"Darn, I almost hoped you'd stall..."
"Mom! Either you're teasing me unmercifully or you're in desperate need of a
boyfriend.!"
I smiled. "I think I'll let you squirm awhile before I let you know the answer
to that question. Now be a good boy, stand up and loose the shirt. Let me see
you." He stood up. "Take your shirt off and show me your beautiful hairy
chest." My insides were burning. I could feel the wetness running down my leg.
Quickly he lifted his shirt up, but not taking it off. "It's coming along just
fine, see.." "Shut up and flex you tease!" I sounded so corney he probably
didn't think I was really agitated. I was. I hate cunt teases as much as men
hate cock teases, there are just alot less of them for us women to deal with.
Finally, he flexed his right pectoral for me. As it jumped so did my pussy.
His chest hair was almost twice as thick as it had been the last time I had
seen it. I could smell the testosterone oozing out of him!
"I didn't tell you to lift up your shirt babe. I told you to take it off. Take
the damn shirt off Charles. I wanna see the whole package. Stop teasing me." I
huffed with more than a little genuine agitation as I looked at his nice hard
chest. He would probably keep growing for awhile, but he definitely looked hot
already.
"Mom." He chuckled innocently. He lifted his shirt over his head and dropped
it on the stairs. "Okay, see?" He was really shy and blushing, but I would
soon break him of that.
I stepped forward a bit and placed my hands to his chest. I felt him flinch a
bit. I began running them up and down, over his stomach and back up to his
chest. Running my hands down the length of his arms I pulled myself to him.
"Charles." I brought my face within inches of his full lips and looked into
his hazel eyes. I could sense his nervousness. "Do you know how long it's been
since...."
Just then the damn telephone rang! I considered just letting it ring but then
realized if I did he would realize immediately I was putting the move on him
and I wanted to seduce him our first time, not slam fuck him on the living
room floor. I sighed as I walked away to answer it. Out of the corner of my
eye I could see Charles use the chance to grab his shirt and walk into the
kitchen. Fuck! I was so pissed and horny all at the same time.
"Hello?"
"Mrs. Woods, this is Frank Simmons with Casey, Simmons & O'Conner. I have here
a bill that has been unpaid since last...." I sat down on the couch and
listened.
By the time I had finished, muted the receiver and took the phone of the
hook(just turning the phone off would have let him hear the other phones
ring), I was so pissed that some asshole had interupted my darling son and I
that I was twice as anxious - and horny - as before.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen Charles had begun fixing himself some cereal..
"What the hell was that?" He asked himself while moving around in the kitchen.
"She didn't just hit on me, did she?" He shook his head. "Nah. She's my own
mother....there's no way." He laughed it off and sat at the table eating.
I finished the call and walked into the kitchen, seeing Charles sitting at the
table, hovering over a bowl of cereal. He looked up at me.
"You're not going back to work?" He asked.
"Nope, I'm finished for the day." I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms
around his upper body, leaning over his shoulder. "You've gotten to be such a
big boy Charles. When did you grow up on me?" I was trying to break the
nervousness between both of us. I was nervous too, yes.
He chuckled.
"But honey, I don't remember giving you permission to put that shirt back on."
It was a V-neck t-shirt. I love those. They're so easy to tear off! The shirt
tore all the way down as I leaned over from behind simply grasped both sides
of the collars and pulled. Once that was done I just had to pull it back down
and off his shoulders like a men's dress shirt.
He had gone from chuckling to being more than a little shocked, but I had
achieved my purpose. I wanted to make it obvious to him that I was feminely
attracted to him but also strong enough to do just about anything I wanted to
him.
"Now, back to what I was starting to talk to you about earlier, the sex
thing..."
"Mom, they cover all that in school!" He was desperately trying to get out of
this but I wasn't about to give an inch of ground.
"I really don't care what they taught you in school. I'll be damned if I'm
going to trust the school system and locker room bullshit stories to teach you
what you need to know! Most guys think they know everything and end up with a
some poor wife who has to fake orgasms their whole marriage."
"Mom!"
"It's true. You don't know how many frustrated married girlfriends I have. And
the only reason for it is stupid male pride that doesn't allow guys to really
admit they don't know what they're doing and forces women to not tell them
what to do and how to please them in fear of hurting their precious pride!
It's really sad."
"I'm not like that, mom. I know I'm not god's gift to women, and I still have
to learn almost everything, and I will. It's just that I don't feel
comfortable talking about it with you, mom. I would never let myself become
like one of those guys. You know how over anxious I always am to please women.
Sometimes I even think something is wrong with me, I usually agree to
everything so fast."
That was definitely true. When I asked him to go to counseling with me to help
us deal with not having his father with us anymore, that was something our
doctor had noticed about him. She felt that since his father had been such a
heel to me he was trying to make up for it by falling all over himself trying
to do anything he could for me and anything else with two legs and a clit.
He finally broke down in tears one day and admitted to both our doctor and I
that he he had sworn to himself he would never do any of the things to women
his asshole father did to me. He would always be polite, gentle and loving
towards women and never cheat on whoever he married(He had mistaken a comment
Frank had made once about another woman we had swung with and how much better
she was than me, he had mistakenly thought that he was bragging about having
had an affair. I decided it was best to not clear up his little
misunderstanding. The swinging didn't involve his and our relationship, and I
didn't want to take a chance that he would think less of me or feel jealous.)
"I know wouldn't, honey. You'd never do anything intentionally to be
inconsiderate or hurtfull to a woman. I didn't mean you would be like that, I
just meant to make the point that fear about talking about these things stops
people from enjoying one another. It leads to sadness when they could be
spending the same time making each other ecstatically happy. But even when
you're completely open with a girl, there are still things you should know
that neither of you may have learned."
"Do you and Suzanne talk a lot about sex?"
"We did. But it doesn't matter. I broke up with Suzanne last month."
I squeezed his hand, pulling up a chair next to him. "I'm sorry baby. You must
be heart broken."
"Not really..."
He seemed a little sad but truly didn't seem heartbroken.
I, of course, had known they had broken up through Melissa. I was hoping to
use the subject to get him to open up a little and also, I must admit, feel a
little vulnerable and in need of consoling. Instead, I had just depressed him.
But I still had one card up my sleeve. I needed to ask the big question. "So
did you at least get to have sex with her?"
I tried to sound casual and matter-of-fact. I wanted him to feel that he could
tell me anything. I wanted to be the coolest mom.
"I don't want to talk about that mom, I'd feel like I was betraying Suzanne.
You told me that
women don't like guys that talk about what they've done with them sexually."
Damn it! He had me dead to rights! He also looked upset and had a distant look
on his face. I had upset him by bringing up Suzanne.
Looking away and down he tilted the bowl to his lips, finished the milk at the
bottom of the bowl and stood up. I let go and let him walk over to the sink.
As he was obediantly rinsing out the bowl, as I taught him to do, I walked up
behind him and started running my finger nails up and down his back like I
used to do to soothe him as a baby and toddler.
"Do you remember me doing this to you when you were little? You used to love
it."
He shook his head. "Yep, sure do." I could see the goosebumps appearing all
over his back and shoulders, a second later a shiver went up his spine, the
weird tickelish sensation caused him to shake his head involuntarily and
giggle. "Come with me and stretch out on the couch." I grabbed his hand and
led him
to the living room.
"I miss the closeness we had back then. Let me give you a fingertip message
and see if I still have the magic touch." I smiled.
"Okay." He smiled, his laughter and the warm memories I had evoked had made
him somehow feel relaxed and at ease - even after the subject matter we had
just discussed.
He told me later what was going through his mind: "I suddenly thought to
myself, 'I'm being way too uptight. Here she is, she's my Mom. She loves me.
She's trying to talk to me and help me and I'm giving her all this flack and
reading way too much into this. If I can't let my guard down with my Mom, who
can I open up to?' "
He was right that I would move heaven and earth for him, but he was so so
wrong about being able to let down his sexual guard with me. He was as good as
fucked.
"Great. Lay down on the couch Charles." Hoping I didn't let one tenth of the
nervousness and anticipation I felt creep into my voice. His thoughts were so
innocent. Mine were predatory. He laid out on the couch, stomach first, as I
kneeled on the carpet beside the couch. I started moving my nails lightly up
and down his broad back.
Then I started to get bolder, pushing his knees apart and caressing his inner
thighs all the way up to the very start, but not yet across, his firm but
cheeks. Suddenly his expression changed from innocent amused contentment to a
combination of confusion and arousal. Charles was sensing that my touch wasn't
the same as when he was little. The touch of my hands and fingernails
caressing him were beginning to arouse him. He mistakenly glanced up at me. I
was smiling like a chesir cat, and instantly raised an eyebrow, letting him
know I knew I was getting to him. His mouth opened just a little and he turned
his head back down sideways, not knowing what to say in his embarrassed yet
aroused state. He could feel his cock growing into the cushion of the couch.
He closed his eyes and tried to make his penis go down, but it wasn't working.
I was turning him on despite his best efforts to block me out.
I moved my hands to his sides and down his legs, moving up his inner thighs
again. This time I brushed the tips of my nails over his tight ass. That made
him jump and turn over without even realizing that he was revealing his
swollen cock he looked at me.
"Mom?!?" He looked confused.
"It's okay Charles. What's the matter? Did that tickle?" I smiled. My eyes ran
down his chest and stopped dead at his swollen cock. "Good heaven's, my son is
huge!" I wasn't just buttering him up either, he had to be at least 8
inches(later I found out he was a fraction over 9) ! Most grown men would have
killed to have a cock the size of my fourteen year old!
He quickly covered himself with a throw pillow. "Mom!" He was embarrassed. He
didn't want me to see him like this, to see what my touch had done to him.
"It's okay Charles. I'm flattered to be able to get that kind of reaction out
of you, sweetheart. Just turn over so I can do your front, you can close your
eyes. I won't look." "I don't feel comfortable Mom, just let me take a nap
here on the couch." He said, rolling back onto his stomach and only then
pulling the pillow out from under himself.
I bit my lip and decided it was time to take the reigns.
"No. I don't think so." I said very firmly, getting off the floor and sitting
up on the couch next to his knees.
"Wha... What do you mean, no?" He said.
"I mean its been a long time since I've been close to you physically, too
long. And I'm not taking no for an answer just because I'm giving you a
hard-on. As a matter of fact, it's been a long time since I've been close to
one of those too!" I ended with a sultry sneer.
"Mom!"
"Yell mom all you want son, your mom's not going to save you. I'm going to be
the one your mother, I, always warned you about!" With a snicker I yanked the
pillow from him. Grabbing him by the waist of his shorts I spun him onto his
back. His left shoulder was the only part of him I had not spun completely
onto his back. Triumphantly I leaned my right arm and shoulder against his
left upper torso, pinning him flat on his back.
"Now be a good boy and let mommy have her way. I just want to be as close to
you as possible. I promise I won't do anything you won't like."
"Really? You promise you'll stop if think you're going to far?"
"If it's something you don't like, yes dear, of course." What I didn't tell
Chuck was that I was going to measure whether or not he liked it by how hard
his cock was, not whether or not he told me to stop.
"Okay, then. Maybe I'm just being a little uptight. I trust you ..."
"Great!" I smiled and said out loud, but inside I was saying to myself 'Dumb
move. I'm going to have to teach you to never trust a horny woman, even if she
is your mom. But I didn't need your trust, just your submission.'
My hands slowly began rubbing his chest again. All the while though, my sights
were fixed on the enormous cockhead outlined in his shorts. I know damn well
he knew what I was staring at, because I never let my gaze leave his crotch.
The massage was little more than an erotic yet haphazard caressing now. I
didn't even pretend to even look at his chest or stroke it in any sort of
organized way. Suddenly I snapped my head up. Catching him, catching me. My
pussy puckered. It was time to take it to the next level. I scooted down until
my face was only inches from his shorts encased cock. He was even bigger than
his father was(pre-steriods, of course). "There, doesn't that feel good?" I
was running my finger tips across him now, slowly.
"Mom, what are you doing?" He asked lifting up onto his elbows as my mouth
hovered over his swollen member. I began breathing hot air on it. Then I dived
downward, running my tongue up and down the material being pushed up by his
erectness. My left hand ventured up his thigh and into his shorts. It was so
hot inside his shorts.
"Just lay back and relax Charles. I know what I'm doing." I smiled as I
openned my hand and wrapped my fingers around his throbbing manhood. He was so
hard, so very thick, I couldn't even get my fingertips to touch around his
thickness.
"Ohhhhhh." He nerveously gasped out as the feeling of my hand touched him. His
hand darted down over his shorts holding my hand steady against his cock.
"Mom! Stop! This is too much."
"Nothing doing baby. I only promised to stop if it was something you didn't
like. This nice hard on tells me you much more than like this!" I brazenlingly
glared up at him. "Now take your hand off of mine son. You know I'm strong
enough to do whatever I want to you, but I'd prefer that it didn't come to
that. Now do as you are told young man."
"You said you'd quit if I asked you to. You didn't say anything about me being
out voted by my cock!"
"Well dear, that's partially true. I may have misled you a little, but you
should have read the fine print. I also stated that it would have to be
something you didn't like, and your hard on tells me you like this. And yes,
you are therefore out voted, two heads to one!" I snickered and giggled in
triumph.
"Besides, I bet I can make you move your hand with only the very slightest
touch."
I leaned down and began to run my tongue up and down the top of his hand. His
skin was salty from sweating in gym class, and i'm sure he was sweating now
from being so nervous. I sucked one of his fingers into my mouth and looked
into his hazel eyes. He moaned and shut his eyes, but didn't fight as I
pulled his hand off his cock and brought it up to my now raised head. After a
couple of minutes of me fellating his fingers he was a moaning, trembling,
erotically beaten mass of a young man. He was at my mercy and he knew it.
"Charles, open your eyes and look at me. It's been so long for me Charles. I
need to feel loved. Don't you love me? Don't you want to show me how much you
love your mother?" I asked with the saddest look in my eyes.
"Of course I love you mom, but I don't think we should be doing this..." I was
stroking his swollen member again, this time with a little less urgency. I
needed to find out some things before I took what was rightfully mine. Yes, I
mean it - rightfully mine. If it weren't for me, this beautiful young man
would not exist. I, no one else, carried him for nine months. Was there
another woman walking this earth who could say that? Had his little girlfriend
spent three years of her self-absorbed life wiping his ass for him?
"Are you still a virgin sweetheart?"
"No, not really..."
"What do you mean "not really"?
"Suzanne and I, we, we petted and had oral sex, but we didn't go all the
way..."
"Did you like the oral sex baby?"
"Yes..."
"How did you feel about going down on her?"
"I liked it."
"What did you like about it?"
"The way it made her react, the trembling, the ... well you know..." He said,
embarassed.
"You mean you liked to look up into her face as you sucked her pussy till she
screamed and creamed?"
"ha, ha, Yeah. That's about it. And that look she always gave me afterwards. I
could float around on cloud nine for a week after she gave me that look." he
laughed. It felt good to see him laugh and loosen up a little. I had luckily
hit upon just the right thing to make him laugh too. Joking and laughing about
his making a girl cum had made him feel a little more self-confident too.
All of a sudden something else occured to me. I always asked every guy I was
with that question about oral sex [unlike my son and his girlfriend though, we
had usually done far more than oral sex] to see if the guy really liked eating
pussy or whether or not he was just doing it because he thought he owed it to
me. You could always sense if they were telling the truth by their reaction.
All of the other guys, even the ones who obviously loved it always answered
with something about how it tasted, or smelled or the splash of my pussy juice
on their chin, etc. My son was the first guy that ever answered that he liked
it most because he liked to see the girl enjoy cumming! He was most turned on
by the fact that she was being pleased!
I shouldn't have pushed it, but I had to ask..."Why on Earth did you two break
up then? Why didn't you go all the way?" Immediately my heart sank as I
realized I was stupidly taking a chance of bringing him down again, but I had
to hear his version of Suzanne's story.
"She was afraid I was going to hurt her. She wanted to take her cherry with
something smaller like a plunger handle first and then let me screw her a
couple of days later. I'm a little over nine inches. I know it would have hurt
at first but I promised her that I'd stop if she was in too much pain, but she
didn't trust me
enough to stop afterwards. I told her 'Fine. Go fuck yourself. But I'm not
going to fuck you after you've given a piece of wood something you wouldn't
give me.' She said I wasn't being logical. I told her she could go fuck logic
if she wanted to but I wasn't going to put up with being treated like some
kind of computer program. I know maybe I should have been more understanding
mom, but she knew how much it meant to me, she should have taken a chance and
trusted me."
"I understand baby. I think it was a combination of she being afraid and not
understanding how much it meant to you. But if she couldn't understand that
she was an idiot and didn't deserve you anyway. If she did understand it and
still asked you to do that after you made her that promise then she's a
coldhearted bitch and she still doesn't deserve you."
"Do you really think so, mom? I thought maybe I was being a little
insensitive."
"Baby. You saw all the hell your insensitive bastard of a father put me
through and you've always been the exact opposite of him in every way. There's
a big difference from standing up for want you want and telling a girl how you
feel and being insensitive. It probably would have been very easy for you to
sneak up between her legs when she was having an orgasm and taking her
maidenhood even before she knew you changed positions, but you didn't did
you?"
"No. As a matter of fact, I thought about that lots of times. It would have
been so easy to take her cherry before she even new what hit her and pull out
and then refuse to fuck her until a couple of days later, and prove to her she
was wrong. I thought about that over and over."
"But the difference is you didn't, did you?"
"No, I didn't."
"Then that just proves to me she was an idiot who didn't know what she had."
Then it struck me like a ton of bricks - here I was telling my son how great
he was for controlling his longings and not forcing his girlfriend into
something she didn't ask for and here I was about to practically rape him.
Talk about put your foot in your mouth!!!
I would still use force if I had too, but I felt it was time to go lighter on
the intimidation and heavier on the seduction.
I leaned up toward his face and pressed my lips to his, pulling him into me
with my hand holding the back of his head. Slowly I slipped my tongue into his
mouth and ran it around his stiff muscle. I moved my body above his, stradling
him on the couch and layed his head back. As I kissed him I unbuttoned my
blouse and slipped it off. His resistance and openhearted confession about why
he was still a virgin had only
enhanced my desire to fuck my own son, and show him what it is like to make
love to a real woman. Unfastening my bra I moved my hips above him and rubbed
my pussy mound over the material that was holding back our skin from touching.
We were still able to feel the heat though and that made it even more
enticing.
After several minutes of our torrid, slow, dry humping I whispered out between
sweet, tender kisses... "Forget about that bitch, Charles! What she forgot was
that you were offering her your virginity too. It didn't mean a damn thing to
her baby. But it means everything to me. I want it more than my next breath. I
don't have a cherry to offer you. Just an experienced, loving, caring woman.
Who can love you more than the woman who gave you life? Any woman can be your
wife. There is only one woman in the whole world that you've ever been truly
been joined with, a part of. That's me. You're the only man I'll ever be able
to trust again sweetheart, and I'm the only woman who will always be there for
you no matter what. What other woman deserves your cherry more than me? Let me
make love to you Charles. I need it." I whispered out between sweet, tender
kisses.
He moaned and grabbed my arms as if he was about to pull me off of him.
Instead he just pushed my shoulders back just enough to look me fully in the
eyes, "Mom, I love you but I'm not sure about this. What if I fall in love
with you, mom. It could ruin everything if it didn't work out the way one of
us wants. I'm not sure I want to risk what I have with you now..."
I glared at him with a sensual, determined, "I'm going to fuck you!" look. "
If you fall in love with me, you'll only be where I am already, with a lot
more sex under your belt. Don't be afraid, I won't try to keep you to myself
for long. For a few months at best, I probably won't be able to let you have a
girlfriend without wanting to kick her ass, but I'll eventually get acostumed
to the idea - I promise. I won't even stand in the way of you getting married.
But you have to sneak Mom a good hot fuck every now and then though, even
after you're married. That's one thing I won't budge on. But I promise I won't
blame or hate you for being with other women. Sex together won't ruin what we
have because of my jealously, I promise. So just relax and stop worrying.
You're not leaving this couch a virgin and that's final! Relax and enjoy it or
fight and struggle the whole way. Either way your sperm is going to end up
inside me. I almost hope you do struggle. It would be hot either way, but know
that I will have my way..."
"No mom, that's not what I meant about falling in love with you being
dangerous Mom. I meant..."
"Really! I don't really care what you meant, damnit! I'm sick of begging you
and I'm sick of being put off. You're not sure, FINE! That's okay, I'm more
than sure enough for the both of us! IF YOU RAISE ONE GOD DAMNED MORE ARGUMENT
I'LL GAG YOU WITH MY FUCKING PANTIES!!! NOW SHUT UP AND PREPARE YOURSELF FOR
YOUR FIRST PIECE OF ASS!" I slowly and forcefully muttered.
In one lightening fast move I reached down and violently jerked down his
shorts, freeing his manhood from the confinement of his shorts. I felt it pop
up and slap my pussy lips. Before he had a chance to do little more than look
down between our bodies I had guided it to my opening. In a much more
affectionate, even pleading yet still anxious and determined voice I said, "I
want it Charles. Once you feel what it's like to be inside of me you won't
want to stop. I promise." It was time, I could wait no longer. I thrust myself
down onto him "Oh yes!" I screamed, gasping from the girth of his penis.
I watched as my virgin threw his head back and drew his breath in.
"Ugh!" His hands went to my sides and gripped my hips. "God mom!" I felt his
body underneath me tremble from the tighteness of his mother's pussy wrapped
around him. His cock pushed against every wall.
"Ooooh yes." I was so wet with juices that I had been able to thrust him in to
the hilt before he was even able to grasp my hips. I could feel his penis
touching my cervix and stretching my lips to its full elasticity. I let us
both take an exquisite moment to savor the first stroke of our incestous
coupling. A minute later though I was slowly I sliding up and down the length
of him, feeling his bulbous, mushroom- shaped head against my spasming pussy
walls. Within just a couple of minutes though, I was going full bore. Working
my hips up and down on my son faster and harder than I have ever rode any
other man in my life.
He openned his eyes and looked up at me. His breaths were getting spuratic.
"Mom, that feels so good. You were right. I don't want you to stop, but
please, slow down. This is too much for me to handle all at once..." I heard
every word but couldn't stop or even slow myself. I promised myself that I
would make it up to him later with a long, slow, leisurely fuck. But I just
couldn't right now. "I'm sorry baby, Momma can't right now. It's been too long
for me to take it easy on you. I'm sorry baby, we'll go slow the next time - I
promise." I began moving faster upon him, I couldn't wait any longer. I needed
to cum around something real, something that wasn't battery operated. I needed
to cream around my own son's virgin prick.
"Yes!!! You feel sooooo good!" I moaned out as I pressed my chest against his
heaving torso. He laid there in awe, watching me ride his swollen cock. His
hands rested against my thrusting hips. His head was cocked down, his eyes
were fixed on my two bouncing breasts. He was watching his own mother fucking
him, and he just couldn't believe it. Raising up, I ran a hand down my
stomach, ending at the hood of my shaven pussy, I licked my lips and began to
stroke my swollen knob. The touch made me scream out, "Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I
looked down at him. "Doesn't this feel good sweetheart? Isn't mommy tight?"
He couldn't answer me, just grunt an intensely strained "uh-huh". As I looked
back up into his face I realized that he was struggling to keep from having an
orgasm before I did, trying to please his mother. He was so sweet. His first
thoughts were to please me, even though I was virtually raping him. His first
time
really should have been for him to just let go and enjoy himself. It warmed my
heart that he was being so considerate. He rightly sensed how badly I needed
to come, and loving his son-fucking mom, wanted to please her. My
mother-fucking young man really did love me!
Eventually though, his pelvis started to thrust uncontrollably. His grip on my
hips got tighter. I knew that he was going to cum soon when I reached behind
me and caressed his balls. They were tightening closer to his body. Soon his
cock was expanding inside me. I knew any moment a huge load would be coming my
way. In a moment I would claim my son's virginity. Vigorously I began rubbing
my clitorous, bouncing harder, faster, deeper. I could feel my pussy beginning
to spasm, my swollen knob becoming more sensitive as I circled it with my
finger tip. "I'm going to come all over you baby. Mother's going to come all
over her son's virgin cock!"
Starting to cream, I watched him close his eyes and clinch his teeth as my
pussy started squeezing and milking him, as the waves of hot sticky wetness
traveled down his length. He moaned out. I could see his abdomen spasming, his
body thrusting up into me, he wanted to feel his cock explode inside his
mother.
"OH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes! YES! HELL YES!!!!!!" I was
definitely not quiet. I showered his swollen cock with my juices as I
continued to ride and buck against his body. I clasped onto his cock like a
vice. Milking him. Covering him with the sweet juices my orgasm was providing.
His head suddenly jerked back, he pulled me down close to him, my tits mashing
against his chest, he screamed the words I longed to hear. "Its your's mom.
All of it. Here it comes, Aaaagh!!!" his cock exploded deep inside me. "Yes,
baby! That's it! Do it! Come for mommy! Come in momma's hot cunt! Give me your
virgin sperm baby!" He grunted and groaned, eyes closed, as his hot semen
filled me. He came so hard that I felt as if I was sitting on the openning of
a firehydrant. The pressure, and amount of semen that he released came gushing
back out of me and down to his balls. His orgasm lasted longer than mine. It
lasted about three minutes. Then his spasms slowed. His body seemed to have
melted into the couch as he relaxed. I could feel his cock deflating inside me
and slide out.
I fell to his chest, spent and exhausted, and rested my head on his chest. His
breathing was shallow, his chest expanding so fast that I thought I might have
to soon give him CPR, it was like he was going to pass out. Somehow I knew
that he had never cum so hard in his life. I vowed that this was to be only
the beginning.
I rolled off of Charles and layed between him and the back of the couch. I
pulled him on his side to face me, running my right hand over his sweaty chest
and outlining his pecks. I looked up at him.
"Wow... See, sweetheart. I told you that it wouldn't be so bad. Your first
time wasn't all that disappointing, was it baby?" I coyly asked, waiting for
his response. I WAS the cat who had just swallowed the canary.
His own mother had just coerced him into sex. But freely now, he admitted all.
He admitted that he had loved every second of it. The feeling of his own
mother's pussy wrapped around his 14 year old cock was a feeling of ecstacy
that he had never felt. And how could he forget the awesome cum. He had never
felt so much semen come out of his cock, or had an orgasm last as long as that
one did. I had rocked his world, as girls his own age would say. He wound up
the discussion with an exchange I will never forget.
"You were right mom. I've never felt anything like that.."
"So do you forgive me for being so forceful with you? Do you still love me?"
"God yes. I love you more than ever mom. I still feel a little strange, but
you were right. I could never love any other woman, muchless teenage girl,
more than you." It was the most thrilling words I had ever heard in my life,
from the man I wanted to hear it from the most.
"I love you too baby." Was all I could manage before I choked up with joyfull
tears. I was quick to explain to him that they were tears of joy. He beamed
back at me with the brightest smile I had seen him have in years.
Our first orgasm together had taken alot out of us both. My new man and I
drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
Chapter Two - More Than I Bargained For
About four hours later I awoke. My newly made man snoozing away. Quietly I got
up, showered, and ordered pizza for the two of us. I even had the forsight to
cover Charles with a blanket before the pizza guy rang the doorbell. It
wouldn't have been cool for any of his high school friends to see him like
that, I reasoned. Several of them worked at the place I order from.
However, brilliant me planned for everything but the money. Just as I was
about to answer the bell I remembered it. Not paying attention I opened the
door while rooting through the now apparently empty change purse I kept by the
table behind the door.
"Come in," I said, without so much as turning around to look at the pizza guy.
"I have to get my purse from the kitchen, I'll be right back!" and then
jaunted towards the purse in the other room. Just as I had found the money and
reached the door to the living room I heard a girl's voice scream, "NO!"
Running in to see what the hell was going on, I stopped dead in my tracks when
I rounded the corner of the hallway leading to the living room. I had assumed,
of course, that being a pizza delivery guy the young man I let in wouldn't go
further than just inside the front door. So I saw no danger in leaving my
freshly fucked son under the blanket nude.
There was one problem with that. I hadn't let in the pizza guy. I had let in
little Melissa!
She told me later that when I let her in and told her I was going to get my
purse she just shut the door and assumed I was on my way out and would only
get a minute or two to see Charles. She trotted over to the couch and plopped
her butt down next to Chuck(the name I rarely use for Charles, but that she
preffers). Just as she saw his eyes flutter open she yelled "Get up sleepy
head!," and yanked the blanket off of him before he even recognized her,
muchless had a chance to stop her. Boy was she surprised. She said nothing at
first, she couldn't believe she was actually seeing my son completely naked!
Then she looked down at his crotch. He had been too shocked to even try to
cover up himself. While she was a virgin, it didn't take a rocket scientist to
see that he had just fucked another girl. That's when she had screamed "No!"
"Melissa! I didn't mean to let you in. I thought you were the pizza guy!" "How
the hell can you let him just lounge on a wet spot in the middle of the couch
after screwing some girl?!? I knew you were more open minded than my parents
but this is ridiculous! Who was the bitch?"
Finally, Charles chimed in. " I can't tell you that Mellissa, it wouldn't be
fair to her. I wouldn't go around talking about you, don't ask me to do it to
another g...woman." While trying to tell her this he had begun to say "girl"
and automatically corrected himself and substituted the word woman. While it
wasn't intentional, and would have garned him brownie points with his English
teacher had she been there, his "freudian correction" wasn't very helpful at
that particular moment. Mellissa, being the smart girl she was, didn't miss
this faux pas. "Woman! You screwed an older woman?" Turning her thoroughly
angry face toward me she began unloading in my direction. "How could you let
this happen? Where were you when..." Suddenly it hit her and she stopped in
midsentence, her jaw falling open as she stared at me. Like an idiot I let her
get to me and an expression that couldn't possibly be mistaken for anything
but guilt and denial swept my face. Charles, realizing we were a word or two
away from verbalizing everything tried to step in. "She didn't know. I feel
asleep on the couch after the woman left and didn't get a chance to get to my
room before she came in. Then you came..."
"Charles, son, stop it." I was beginning to come around a little. I decided
that even though we had been discovered I still wasn't ashamed of what Charles
and I shared. "What?" "I said, stop it. I'm not going to lie to Melissa about
this." "Mom, what are you talking about? What do you plan on saying?" "Be
quiet for awhile sweetheart, let me handle this... Melissa, I can see by the
shocked look on your face that you've figured it out. I care about you too
much to lie to you about it. Charles cares about you too, but he's frightened
for me, he's afraid you'll tell someone your "suspicions" and the two of us
will be seperated. You know what he and I have gone through together. Neither
one of us could handle that. I'm going to tell you right now, I don't plan on
stopping our relationship either. I won't lie to you and try to tell you this
is just a one time thing and beg you to overlook it. My son is the only man I
can ever love and trust again and I plan on keeping him. If anything develops
between he and you, I'm telling you right now, you'll have to share him with
me. I'm not going to sneak around behind your back to make love to him.. There
are about three ways this can go. You can accept this, and after I've had him
to myself for a few months I'll let you two have that privacy you were asking
me for, although I'd like to be there the first time. A second way is that you
could understandibly find that unacceptable and just say nothing about Charles
and I'se relationship. Thirdly, you could run out that door screaming and call
the police. They'd have Charles and I tested, and find his semen inside me.
Charles would become a ward of the state and end up being shipped from foster
home to foster home and I would go to jail. Which will it be?" "Miss Claire, I
would never do that to you guys. I love you both. I'm jealous. I'm hurt. I'm
angry. But I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. But I also love Chuck too much
to share him. So I think I had better just go. I'd rather not know what it's
like to be intimate with him than be intimate and then have to turn him over
to you like some kind of baton. So I'll just have to give up on my stupid
dreams and find a baton of my own." She said, with an air of finality, slowly
standing up. "But I'll always love the both of you, and I'll keep your secret.
I would probably have done the same thing if I were you, all those years of
watching him defending you and taking everything those guys threw at him made
me wish he loved me enough to do those things for me- but he wasn't, he was
doing them for you... and you should be the one who has hh-him..." she
stammered out as we both broke down and cried uncontrolably, holding one
another in our arms for support. After a good solid five minutes of bawling,
we parted and I kissed her on the forehead. "I love you too, Melissa. I'm
sorry it worked out for you this way. I wish you could accept sharing Chuck,
but I understand how you wouldn't want to. You're probably the only girl I'll
ever truly think deserves to share him. I don't know how I'm going to handle
anyone but you marrying him if he decides he wants a family a few years from
now. I still want you to come over and see us. You're the daughter I never
had." "Thank you. That means a lot. But if you want a daughter just make one!
Then you won't have to worry about him leaving to start a family!" "That...
that might be a dream come true. At least for me, Charles and I haven't
discussed it. But it's a little dangerous." "It can be done. My Aunt's son
raped her one night when he was drunk and their baby turned out just fine. The
born again christian doctor that counseled her said that those kinds of
problems can take several generations to start unless there is already an
existing problem. Go to a doctor and have them do that genetic profilling
stuff." "Honey! You really think Charles and I could have normal healthy
babies?" "My Aunts living proof!" "Thank you. We'll think about it, maybe even
check into it." I couldn't help but beam my brightest smile yet towards my
shocked, yet tentatively grinning son. "I'll give you two guys space for at
least a couple of months before I think about coming over. Take good care of
your white knight!"
Finally, Charles and I were alone. A few minutes later we had our pizza and
mulled over everything Melissa had said. After we had finished I noticed that
Chuck seemed to be still a little agitated. "What wrong, honey?" "I can't
believe you just offered me to her like that." "I... I thought you kind of had
the hots for Melissa, honey. Was I wrong?" "I did. Although you never let me
get past first base with her. But that was before the two of us made love."
"Well, sweetheart. Didn't you believe me when I said I would eventually let
you see other women, or girls, as it were." "That's another thing that ticks
me off..." "What do you mean..." "I was trying to explain to you how I felt
and you just threatened to shove your panties down my throat!" "In your mouth,
dear, don't exaggerate." I giggled. He didn't. "Whatever. The point I was
about to make when you did that was that if you made love to me I didn't want
to be "shared" or "share" you for that matter. "Of course I wouldn't be with
anyone else sweetheart. I thought I made that clear when I told you you were
the only man I could ever trust again. I should have been more explicit, I'm
sorry. But are you saying that you don't think you want to see anyone else
either?" "Yes. I know I don't want to be with another woman, muchless some
teenage girl, no matter how lovable and sweet. Then you go and offer me to her
like I had nothing to do with the decision!" "God, sweetheart. I'm sorry. I
never thought about it that way. I also never imagined you would want to
basically make me your wife. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made that offer to
Melissa." "So. Will you help me move my things into your room tomorrow?" "I...
I don't have a problem with that..." I said, my voice trailing off weakly.
"But" he said, "I hear a but in there" "But... but let's give this a few
months before we make a final decision on the marriage thing. You're very
young. You might change your mind." "No. I don't think so. I've made up my
mind." My son said unequivically and almost matter of factly. "As far as I'm
concerned, you're my wife." "Don't I even get a night to think if over?" "Did
you give me a night to think over making love to you?" "No... I guess I
didn't." "Then, no. It's a done deal as far as I'm concerned wifey. I'm going
to go get some orange juice to bring up with us in case we get thirsty, want
anything else?" "No, honey. I'm fine." "I know that. No need to brag!" "Very
funny, Casanova. I'll meet you upstairs!" His little comment had made me feel
girlish and blush like a teenage. I wasn't too sure how this was going to turn
out in the long run, but I decided to just enjoy myself, enjoy my son, and
give him as much pleasure as I could one day at a time. He was totally right.
I was the one who forced him into this before we could agree on any ground
rules beyond egotistically giving him what I thought were concessions(that I
would eventually share him, even let him get married if he "slipped his old
mom" a hot fuck every now and then). It never occurred to me that those
concessions might not mean anything to him. That if I fucked him all those
protective promises towards me and women in general would kick in and he
wouldn't want anyone else. I was an idiot to not think about all those
vehement promises that he would not cheat on the woman he loved like his
father had. I'd sometimes fantasized about my spending the rest of my life
with Charles as my husband. The idea thrilled me, but I would have watch his
moods closely and talk to him about his feelings constantly. I didn't want to
selfishly force him into missing out on having a family someday, it had to be
his choice.
Then I remembered Melissa's suggestion, and my pussy twitched. Have my own
son's babies? I couldn't think of a man whose children I would rather have, a
man who deserved to have children more than my compassionate new lover.
On the other hand, did I really have any other choice but to bare my sweet
son's children? What would happen to our love if I did let some other woman
have his children? He would have a tremendously strong bond with that woman
and her children. I would be the third wheel. He would still love me, but how
much? Once he CREATES a mother, won't his wife have a tremendous hold on him,
as determined as he is to be a loyal man?
SCREW THAT! If he has decided that I'm his wife, then I have decided too. Next
week we'll go see my kinky cousin, an M.D. who also specializes in genetic
counseling. Charles shouldn't suspect anything. She's my doctor and he's been
saying for awhile he feels silly going to a pediatrician at his age. He may be
a little shy though, dropping his pants in front of his older cousin. He'll
have to get over it, though. As a matter of fact, I think we'll tell him we
need to test his sperm for fertility. It will be true, you know. But I also
think that instead of sending him to the restroom with a cup I'll instead
extract the sample myself; right there in the office in front of Karen! That
should get him over any nervousness he may have dropping his pants in front of
her in the future!
I'll have to meet her first and talk over why we'll really be coming to see
her, but I'm sure she'll get a kinky thrill out of it and go along. I think
I'll wait for the results before I say anything about Charles and I having
children. If it looks like we can without any problems, I may not even say
anything until the "rabbit dies!"
I can't wait to finally breast feed again!!!!
