REAL SEX

My name is Steve Barr and I'm twenty-five years old. I am a computer security specialist; my job is to hack into the data base of a company; and then hand them a report to help them from keeping it happen for real. I enjoy my work, but it's not my real passion. If I had to list that it would be sex.

I don't mean making love, I mean sex. You know the kind; where you seduce the hottest girl you see in the bar; bring her back home; and fuck the living shit out of her. Maybe you will see her again and maybe not. It's not about the relationship, it's about the sex.

I'm not stupid; I know some day I hope to meet the girl of my dreams, fall in love, start a family; all the normal things. I just figure until that happens; I'm going to enjoy every tight pussy I can.

If that makes me sexist or base, too bad; it's me. The interesting thing is I'm not some stud beefcake or Adonis model. I'm just your average guy; I stand about six feet and weight in about one eighty; I've got that sandy brown hair that makes me look like I've lived on the beach all my life.

How do I get the women? That's easy; I am a porn fanatic first of all. I have probably as much porn stored on my personal computer as most porn sited even have. Masturbation, voyeur, hardcore, softcore, couples, threesomes; the list goes on and on.

What makes the difference is I really watch my porn. Not that I don't wank one out when I do; but I also watch. I watch the guys' technique; I watch the girls' reactions. While professional porn is basically fake and junk; real amateur porn can be very educational.

I learned how to perfect my oral techniques; I also learned all the various positions most women have never heard of or tried. I also learned how to find the G spot; which while difficult to find in a lot of women, when you do you hit gold.

Of course the second thing that has helped; is having a decent dick. No, I'm not ten inches or some porn length. But at a respectable eight inches, and fairly thick; I am larger than a lot of males, and yet not so large to cause pain.

I tend to prefer a slightly older woman. For one thing a woman in her late thirties to middle fifties has a LOT less inhibitions, so they tend to enjoy sex more. For a lot of them they have never had a larger cock; and honestly never had what I like to call real sex. Meaning they get the lovey dovey kind of sex; while many of them quickly find they thoroughly enjoy the rutting pounding kind of sex even more; they just never experienced it. That is until they meet me.

I graduated from college when I was twenty-two; and immediately moved out on my own after getting a job. I loved my folks, but it's hard to bring a date home and have screaming sex when your folks are upstairs.

The last couple of years have been utterly fantastic. I've been getting a steady stream of pussy while learning all the best hot spots in town to hit. I even had three separate women in one night a few months ago; God did that wear my ass out. The fact that many of these women were also married; actually made life a lot easier; since there wasn't the clinging attachment and drama you so often find with a single woman.

Did it bother me to fuck a married woman? It did at first, but when one woman frankly told me it was nice to have 'real sex' and not have to pester her husband; it occurred to me I was just giving them what they wanted while emptying my balls every time. I call that a win/win situation.

I kind of think it was because of everything going so well for me, that led to me making a slip. I wasn't paying attention to the small details; like where a woman lived or what her job was. I had spotted this hot woman wearing a short skirt and tight blouse at a country bar I frequented because of the older clientele.

Her name was Carol and she was there having drinks with a couple of her co-workers. By the time the night ended, Carol had come back to my place. I had eaten her out twice, and fucked her through two loads by the time she wobbled back into her clothes. She kept ranting about having the best sex of her life, and that she wanted to see me again. I knew she was married so thought what the hell.

The second time I got together with Carol, she came to my place. We were both naked within fifteen minutes and I had her legs straight in the air. She was in her forties, and had a fucking tight cunt. I pumped my first load deep into her belly while she squirted on my cock, and then dumped a second load deep into her ass while she screamed my name.

Before she left that night, Carol gave me a half a dozen slips of paper with telephone numbers and first names on them. Telling me they were all co-workers, all married; and all just as needy as she was.

I admit I felt a bit like a gigolo; but the fact I wasn't charging kind of eased that idea. The first number I called had been this fifty year old bleached blonde. She had a fantastic pair of 38D tits that wobbled like melons when she rode me like a wild horse. Fuck, that woman drained my balls four times before she left early Saturday morning.

I figured this was going to be one fantastic fan club. Then the second one got all nervous and squirrely on me when we both got naked. She never really relaxed the whole time; and no offense it's hard to fuck a stiff board.

Needless to say I was a bit wary when I agreed to meet the third one at the same club I had met Carol. I was wearing a shirt like Jon Voight wore in Midnight Cowboy. It was distinctive and easy to spot; I also liked it because it snapped instead of buttoned, which made taking it off a lot easier.

I was sitting at a small table, waiting for this woman Carol had written down as Stella, when I felt a hand come to rest on my shoulder.

"Steve?" the voice was soft behind me.

Turning, expecting to see a woman in her mid-forties, dressed in a white shirt with blue sweater. Oh she matched the description all right, and I felt my blood chill.

She looked over the shirt I was wearing, her eyes wide and frightened. I could see her clutch her purse as she searched for words.

"I should go" she whispered.

As she turned to leave, I did what came naturally. I reached out and took her hand in mine. She froze and looked down at our hands.

"You came a long way" I said finding my voice. "I think at least a drink before you go would be in order." I waited.

"I don't..." she started to say.

I tugged gently on her hand, and she drifted around the small table, sliding into the chair opposite mine. We stared at each other for a moment, until the waitress appeared.

"What can I get you?" the young girl asked.

"Another beer for me, and a vodka with a twist for the lady." I said calmly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you...Stella" I brought her hand to my lips and softly kissed the back.

"Why..." she started to ask. She stopped and looked at me for a moment.

"It's nice to meet you...Steve" she said softly.

I stared at her sitting across from me. Before she had sat, I had seen those long tapered legs; now I followed the contour of her sweater, as what had to be at least 36D's stared back at me. Her lips were painted a soft red and looked like they were begging to be kissed.

"You're staring." Stella broke my reverie.

"You're beautiful." Was all I could think to say.

"Thank you" a soft blush colored her cheeks.

She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped when the waitress arrived with our drinks. I knew she was full of questions, but I didn't want things to go astray. I can't tell you why; but I really wanted things to stay on track. Raising my glass I looked at her flustered face, and smiled.

"To a beautiful lady, a beautiful evening; and whatever it may bring" I toasted.

"You wouldn't?' Stella's eyes were large with surprise.

"In a heartbeat" I softly chuckled.

"But...I'm...." a shocked look crossed her face.

"I am well aware." I cut her off.

I really didn't want to hear the words. I wanted to just enjoy the moments. Stella took a swift swallow of her drink, making a small face at its strength. With glittering eyes she looked at me.

"You shouldn't be having that kind of...reaction." She said calmly.

"Well, it's a bit late for that." I gave my most charming smile.

"Seriously?" she said in a hushed voice.

"Are you asking?" I slowly sipped my beer.

Stella slid her purse onto the small table, I knew then she was here for the duration. This conversation was going to go places I had never imagined in my life. I took a small breath, and decided honestly would be the only route I could go from here.

"Yes, I'm asking" Stella reached for her drink.

I took another sip of my beer, clearing my head. The night had been a surprise; and I needed to think. I wanted to be honest, but I also wanted to be safe. This needed to be her, not some child's game.

"Are you asking me as a man...or something else?" I sipped my drink.

Stella took a large swallow, damn that had to burn going down I thought. She toyed with the glass and then looked back up at me.

"I'm asking for both" she said.

"Well, as a man" I hesitated. "I'm sitting here staring at a beautiful woman...with a raging hard on." There was nothing like being brutally honest I figured.

"Oh my God" Stella whispered.

"As for the ...other" I continued. "I couldn't count the number of times you were the object of..." I smiled.

"Steve" Stella gasped.

I rose from my chair and extended my hand. In the background I had been listening to the music, and what I had waited for finally came. As the slow strum of a guitar sounded, I took her hand.

Stella didn't resist as she slid from her seat, and then followed me to the dance floor. I felt her shudder as I wrapped her in my arms and we began to slowly sway to the music.

"It's been so long" I heard her murmur into my shoulder where she rested her head.

"How long?" I asked softly.

I stroked her hair, while one hand slid down her back. I used the same maneuvers I had found worked so many times before. I could feel her tremble under my fingers. With my fingers spread along her lower back, I pressed her closer to me.

One advantage of an eight inch cock, there is no way in hell they can't feel it when it presses into them. Her head came up and her eyes met mine in surprise.

"You're...hard." Her voice was filled with wonder.

"I told you I was" I smiled.

"But I'm...." again with those words.

My head lowered, my lips capturing hers. I kissed a lot of women, but even I had to admit the electric current between us was more than evident. For a brief second she stiffened, then as my tongue slid into her mouth; I heard a soft moan and her body melted into mine.

My fingers caressed just the top curve of her ass as her breasts pressed into my chest. Her hot tongue dueled with mine as I tasted her saliva. God I wanted this woman.

Pulling her head back, her lips finally leaving mine, she stared up into my eyes.

"You're seducing me" she whispered softly.

I leaned back down and trailed my warm lips along the soft edge of her neck, I felt her shudder again.

"Is it working?" I whispered in her ear.

"God help me...yes" Stella quivered.

I glanced over her shoulder at my watch, it was already almost ten, the night was moving along. As the slow song ended, I took her by the hand and led her back to our small table.

"What time does the lady need to be home?" I asked her.

A look of sadness came into her eyes at my question.

"It doesn't matter" she sighed. "He wouldn't notice anyway."

In that moment, my image of her husband changed. A man I had known for so long went from the loving husband I had thought of him as, to one of the biggest fools and asses I could imagine. It only served to strengthen what I wanted to say.

I leaned down and softly kissed her lips, then pressed my lips to her ear over the growing music.

"Then I think it's time we left" I felt her shudder. "It's the ladies call" I told her.

Stella pulled back and looked into my eyes. I saw surprise, and then desire, and finally a steel calmness come over her. Reaching down she lifted her glass, draining it in one swallow. Setting down the glass, she picked up her purse and turned to me

. "Shall we." She said; I could barely hear her over the music.

Taking her by the hand I walked through the small crowd, as we exited the bar, the sudden quiet settled over us. I led her to my car where I held the passenger door open for her. I watched as she slid into the seat, once again a vision of those toned legs filling my eyes.

As I circled the car to my door, I wondered if I could keep this going. Like all women, she liked to be complimented, appreciated. Could I really do this?

As I slid into my seat, I could see her watching me. I turned to look at her as I started the car.

"You have fantastic legs" I smiled at her.

Stella looked down at her lap, her fingers twitched, and then slowly drew the hem f her skirt up an inch or so, more smooth skin sliding into view.

"I'm glad you like them" she said in a husky voice.

"I don't like them, I love them" I replied as I put the car into gear.

The entire drive back to my place was mostly silent. This was one the most critical parts I had always found. Here was when so many women felt that shame and guilt slip in. I reached over and rested one hand on a smooth bare thigh. My fingers began gently teasing along her inner thigh. I had found the physical contact tended to make things easier for so many women.

"Oh God" I heard Stella mutter as she shivered at my touch.

By the time we reached my apartment, I could already smell the musk of her arousal as it filled the car. She was more than primed and ready.

There were sometimes I knew she needed to be in control; deciding this was really what she wanted, to being able to actually follow through. But, in many others, I had found the older woman didn't want control; they wanted a man. One who would not tell her, but show her how desirable they still were.

When we stepped into the apartment, Stella set her small purse onto the table by the door. She gave a small squeak when I suddenly pressed her body up against the wall. She moaned as I filled my hand with her large breast, kneading the soft flesh through her top. I could feel her diamond hard nipple through the cloth.

"I want you" I whispered, as my teeth gently nipped at her neck.

"Bedroom...now" Stella gasped.

To hell with the bedroom, I had never felt desire lie this. I wanted her, and right now. I turned her body, easing her back until the edge of the couch hit the back of her legs. As she eased down to a sitting position, I slowly knelt between her thighs.

"Steve...oh God" she moaned.

I slid my hands along her bare thighs, slipping under the hem of her skirt. She lifted her hips and began to tug the cloth to her waist as my fingers gripped the elastic waistband of her panties.

Oral sex seemed to be something a lot of men never did, or at best rarely. Why I was never sure. To me there was nothing like the taste of an aroused woman. I began to kiss my way up those tanned thighs, the heady odor of her excitement filling nostrils.

"So long...oh God yes" I heard her moan.

I could feel the slickness along her thighs; see the glisten on that trimmed mat of pubic hair. She was fucking soaking wet already. I felt her fingers wrap in my hair at the back of my head, tugging me closer.

"Don't...stop...please...please..." Stella softly begged.

I extended my tongue, and without warning slid it from the crease of her ass straight up. I scooped her leaking fluids into my mouth and swallowed them.

"Fuuuckkkkkkkkkk" I heard her moan above me.

"Ghhaaaaaaa" a soft mewl came out as the length of my tongue slid along her clit.

Her feet shot up and planted on the edge of the couch, as my tongue drove between her soaked lips. I gripped her hips as she spread wider, her hips lifting to jam her pelvis into my face.

"Oh fuck...eat me you wonderful man." Stella moaned.

I didn't just eat her, I feasted on her. Wet slurping filled the living room as I pulled out that river of flowing hot cream, swallowing it down. God she tasted so sweet I could have done this for hours.

I felt her thighs begin to quiver where they pressed into my cheeks. I knew she was close. I opened my mouth, and sucked the hard bud of a clit in deep.

"Sttteeevvvvvvveeeeeeeeeee" a piercing scream filled the room as she erupted.

Hot cream pulsed out of her as I felt her belly flex. Her first orgasm of the night roared through her as I drank her juices. Stella mewled and gurgled as I worked her drenched pussy.

As her body slowly settled back to the couch, I lifted my head. I was startled to realize that in the short mayhem, she had managed to pull her top and bra completely off. Her heavy breasts now swung free in front of me.

My face still slick from her juices, I leaned in and captured one nipple. Two fingers drove up into her wet hole as I sucked her bud deep.

"Suck my tit's" Stella moaned with abandon. "Oh God finger me baby" she quivered.

"Perfect...beautiful...." Stella moaned as I worked her body.

"Oh shit" I heard a sense of wonder in her voice. "I'm going...to cum...again..." she moaned.

"Don't stop; oh God Steve" I heard her moan.

I curled my two fingers into a come here motion, and began to pump them in and out. I could just feel that small rough spot as I grazed over it with my fingers.

"Oh God...what are you...." Stella groaned.

I increased the speed of my fingers, as her ass once again rose from the couch. Wet sucking noises from my fingers mixed with the sounds of sucking her hot tit flesh.

Out of the corner of my vision I saw her hands claw at the couch as her thighs began to quiver. I raised my head from her spit covered breast and watched as raw pleasure ripped through her for the first time in how many years.

"Never felt...oh my God....Steve..." Stella grunted.

I watched her eyes roll back and a soft keening coming out of her mouth as it hung wide open. I had accomplished my goal. For me as a lover, it was personally important that she have the first orgasm or two. To me this raised her hunger and let her know that she came first, something many older women had not felt from their partners.

Women orgasm in a lot of different ways; some scream through it, others moan; Stella vibrated. Her entire body began to shake as a hot gush of fluids washed over my hand, dripping down onto the couch. I kept the heel of my hand pressed against her pulsing clit as I felt a second flood gush from her body. God, she wasn't just cumming, she was exploding like only a few women had before. I wondered how long it had been since she had enjoyed such pleasure; too damn long I thought.

I was a bit caught off guard when her ass suddenly dropped to the couch, pulling my fingers free with a wet squelch. Her body shot forward and her hands began to claw at my waist.

She was far beyond caring that she was a married woman, or that I wasn't her husband. She was wallowing in physical need now. My jeans came unsnapped and she all but ripped them down over my hips, pulling my briefs down with them.

Warm slender fingers wrapped around my thick cock, and she used it to pull my body closer to hers, aiming the swollen head for her gaping opening.

"In me...dear God put it in..." Stella panted.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

I had never hesitated at this point before, but this time it was different. I needed to make sure this was really what she wanted. There could be no questions afterwards.

"Fuck me" she gasped, staring straight into my eyes.

"Fuck your motherrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" her last word turned into a wail as all eight inches of my cock sank into her.

What I hadn't known when Carol gave me that list of co-workers names; was that she worked at the same company my mother did. I never made the connection with the names, because my mother was Sheila Barr; HER mother was Stella Pendleton. She had used her mother's name to hide who she really was.It wasn't until when I turned in the bar and saw her that I realized what had happened. The unthinkable, my mother and I had connected. As I sank into her hot depths, a brief flash of my father crossed my mind; then her tight walls gripped me.

The man I loved and knew as my father; was nothing more than seventy percent of all men out there in the world. He was absorbed with his work and his golf and his friends. Somewhere along the line, he had left behind a beautiful and vibrant woman who needed satisfaction.

If he wouldn't give it to her, I would; and I rammed my hips forward with all my strength. I felt every inch sink into her as I knelt between her thighs in front of my couch.

"Stteeeveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" mom screamed for the first time.

Her legs came up and wrapped around my waist, her hells pressing into my ass pulling me deeper. Her hands gripped my waist as her nails dug into my flesh, trying to pull all of me into her belly.

It always amazed me how people thought women like Sheila Barr were unique, when they weren't. I had found that as a woman aged, her hormones changed, usually increasing her sex drive; while their husbands usually faded into their work or personal lives.

When I had been younger, I admit my mother had been the focus of many a masturbation session. Probably one of the reasons I so favored older women now in my adulthood. I had never really thought my fantasies of my youth would ever come to reality, but every single one did as her tight walls sucked me in.

"Oh fuck mom" I gasped as my pelvis drove against hers.

I felt my balls slap against her upturned ass when she pushed up against me; this was one hungry female, and I planned to give her everything she ever dreamed of.

I pulled back my hips until just the crowned head of my cock was being bathed in her juices, and then I slammed back home.

"Oh God yessssssssss" mom hissed as her eyes rolled back a second time.

"Like that mom" I panted. "Like your sons cock inside you."

"So good" my mom groaned. "Fuck me baby, fuck me like you mean it." She gasped.

I kicked into high gear, my hips pounding into her. The sound of skin slapping mixing with wet squelching filling the room. After two years of getting pussy like this, I knew how to hold off. I wanted to make this last, I wanted this to be the perfect fuck.

I extended my legs and braced myself on my toes, while reaching down and propping my arms on the couch on each side of her hips. I rocked forward, forcing her ass higher into the air as she clung to me.

This new angle had the effect of dragging eight inches of hard cock along her clit with every thrust, sending a bolt through her belly each time I drove in.

"How....again...so good..." mom moaned.

I watched her face as another orgasm rolled through her ravaged body. Her hair plastered to her sweat streaked face, as I powered into her. I could feel her walls pulse, and a hot stream of pussy cream bathe my cock; I never stopped fucking her.

I matched my strokes to the pulsing along her walls, timing every thrust to meet each wave. Mom gurgled and moaned as her body shook under me. I knew like many women, she was being truly fucked for the first time; her first experience with real sex.

I slowed my hips as her convulsions began to ease down. As her belly fluttered one last time, I eased back to my knees, feeling her legs slowly unfold from around me. Sweat glistened on her breasts as they settled on her chest.

I slowly pulled my still throbbing cock from her depths, looking down I watched a trickle of her white froth dribble from her pussy and down the crack of her ass.

I pushed off the couch and rose to my feet between her lewdly spread legs, my stiff cock standing straight out, her cum dripping from the shaft. Now, it was my turn.

"Suck it" I softly commanded her.

Mom's eyes fluttered open and she stared at my drenched cock. Without a word, she sat forward on the couch, she never even raised a hand to grip me as she just opened her mouth and swallowed me to the root.

I was shocked as her lips sank the full length of my cock, until her nose bumped my pubic hair. Holy fuck, my mother had just deep throated my entire cock.

"Fuuckkkkkkkkk" I moaned as her tongue extended out to swirl around my balls; fuck was she good.

"Mmmmmmmmmm" I heard mom moan as she sucked her own juices from my shaft.

I reached down and wrapped my fingers in her hair as lust drove my brain. My hips began to move as I pumped in and out, fucking her hot mouth.

It didn't take long before I felt that familiar pinch in my balls. Not only did the surprise of being deep throated start me off the fact this was my mother sliding her hot lips up and down me; drove me to the edge.

"Going to cum" I grunted above her.

This was purely force of habit. Some women didn't mind giving blowjobs, but very few were actually into swallowing. The animal growl from my mother; and feeling her head pick up speed as she sucked the life out of my balls; told me this was going to be one of those wonderful moments.

"Shit, drink it mom." I panted as my balls tightened.

"Mmmmhmmmmm" I heard and FELT her moan.

That vibration went straight down my shaft, and hit my balls like lighting a match to a barrel of gunpowder.

"CUMMMMINNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG" I roared.

I heard mom cough as the first thick wad erupted into her mouth; and then I heard the most obscene sound as my mother began to swallow my hot load.

I swore I couldn't even see straight as she drained my balls. I felt her cup and gently massage my nuts as a second and then third wad spewed into her hungry mouth. I had to admit, she could give as much as receive when it came to oral sex.

Pulling my hips back, I heard a soft pop as my cock slid free. The last of my sticky seed dripped out as mom rubbed the head of my cock against her cheeks and lips.

She looked up at me as she gripped my cock; her eyes burning with lust.

"How long...." She rasped out; and then gave a squeal as I reached down and pulled her to her feet.

Turning her around to face the couch, I thought mom was going to lose it right there. She released her grip of my cock and began to scramble onto the couch.

"God yes...yes...fuck me again baby..." she panted.

Mom crawled onto her knees on the seat of the couch, gripping the back. She thrust her ass out at me, looking over her shoulder. I stepped up behind her and with one hand gripped her hip, while with the other I aimed my cock from that dripping pussy.

"Mount meeee...nnnghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" her words turning to a low growl as I slammed forward.

I used my one hand to lever her ass back to me, as my hips slapped into her, watching those twin globes shake at the impact. I couldn't believe how tight and wet she was after giving birth to two children; but I was too far past caring.

This time it was as much about me as it was her; and I began to hammer into her. For over twenty minutes I pounded into her, fucking her like I hoped she had never experienced before.

I slapped those shaking ass cheeks, pulled back on her hair and mashed my lips to hers. One hand slid underneath and kneaded her swinging tit flesh, while my fingers tugged on her distended nipples. I could feel the river of her juices as they oozed out around my cock and ran down her thighs.

With a glazed expression, mom leaned her chest into the couch, releasing her grip on the back. She reached back and gripped each ass cheek in her hands, spreading them wide.

"Ass...in my ass..." she panted.

God my own mother was past redemption; but then I was past caring as I slid my cream coated cock free of her tight pussy. Dripping in her juices, I pressed the fat head against her tight sphincter.

I leaned over her sweat slick back, and with a wet pop, the fat head of my cock slid into her tight ass.

"Oh fuck" I grunted as her walls slammed down on me.

Mom gave a whimper as I sank half my cock into her tight bowels. I reached around her waist and slid my fingers over her soaked clit. I felt her body spasm as I sank the rest of my cock deep inside her ass. My hand was coated with a fresh gush of hot cream as she exploded on my hand.

"So full....oh God." Mom moaned.

For the next ten minutes I pounded into the tightest ass I had felt in my life. It wasn't a total surprise my father had no idea the woman he had living in his house, I felt a pang of regret he would probably never know; then I drove in deeper.

I could feel my balls tightening for a second time. I wanted to cum, but her ass wasn't my top choice. I slid my body over her sweaty back, my breathe hot in her ear.

"I want...I want to cum...in your cunt..." I panted.

Many older women were still fertile. Some still took birth control pills, other had been fixed; but I always tried to warn them when I was going to cum; just in case.

Mom pulled her body forward against the back of the couch. Reaching back she gripped my cock as it slid free of her gaping ass.

"Fill me baby" she grunted as she slammed back at me.

Without having to do any of the work, I felt her volcanic pussy envelope me again. As I felt the ripple along her walls, I felt my nuts tighten even more.

"Are you..." I tried to groan out.

"Just fucking fill me" mom growled.

She had devolved down to an almost animal state as she rocked back and forth, fucking herself on my cock. I just held still and hung on for the ride as she now used my cock, trying to drain all of my seed into her body.

"Fuck me...fill me...Oh shit..." mom chanted.

"Fill your mother" I heard the words that tripped my switch.

With a roar I rammed as deep into her as I could, feeling a heat envelope my balls as my cock jerked deep inside her.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" mom screamed as the first thick wad exploded inside her. "CUMMMMINNNGGGGGGGGGGGG" she wailed as she joined me.

I felt like a half a gallon of hot cum poured out of my balls and deep into her belly. Mom cooed and whimpered as she took every drop. I felt our mixed cream ooze out around my cock as her walls pulsed along my buried shaft.

Finally I felt my spent balls spasm, and slid my now softening cock free. As I turned and eased myself to sit on the couch beside her, mom slowly turned and collapsed beside me.

I glance over at the clock and was stunned to realize it was nearly one in the morning. We had been fucking for nearly two hours straight.

I saw mom reach for her discarded panties, and I knew the time had come. I gave her a moment of privacy as I slipped into the bedroom and pulled my robe on. Usually I made it to the bedroom and had it handy, the fact we had attacked each other like animals in heat meant a lot of my usual motions were a bit different.

Other than the ride to my place, this was one of the most critical times for many of the women I spent time with. The act had been committed, and for many it was the first time. Often guilt set in, or a sense of shame.

When I exited the bedroom, I was a little surprised to see mom mostly dressed. She finished settling her top into place, and then glanced at the clock.

"I better be going." She said calmly.

"Mom" I started to say, stepping closer.

She reached up and placed her fingers against my lips, silencing me. She looked into my eyes, and then gave a small smile.

"It was a pleasure to meet you...Steve" she said in a soft voice.

I watched mom as she walked to the door. I admit I stared at that fine ass a moment before I raised my eyes. She was looking back at me with a smile.

"Are you free next Friday evening Steve?" she asked as she reached for the doorknob.

"I don't have any plans right now." I told her.

"Well you do now" she said in a sultry voice.

Something strange happened the next week; I did something I couldn't remember doing since I had learned what sex was and had fucked my first pussy. I went a week without sex.

That doesn't sound like much to a lot of people; but for me that was not only odd, it was weird. I usually get laid two or three times a week; so to go an entire seven days was not anywhere like me.

By Friday I was a hot mess. I was walking around with a permanent hard on that there was no way I could hide. I took off work early to clean the apartment and pick up; Christ I usually didn't give a shit.

My phone beeped about two that afternoon, and I saw it was from mom.

"Same place, same time?" I read.

"No, same time; my place" I quickly sent back.

A single question mark appeared on my phone. She wanted to know why the change. Why did I change my usual routine?

"I want more time" I typed in.

"How long can you go?" Jesus she was a horny freak.

"Have you ever been fucked all night?" I sent her.

"Never; I'll bring a change of clothes." I shuddered at her words.

I was so bad I even fussed over what to wear; finally settling on just jeans and a t-shirt. When the doorbell rang, I was so nervous you would have thought on I was on my first date.

When mom entered my apartment, I watched her walk through the door. She was wearing a buttoned pale yellow blouse and a short tight white skirt that showcased that fantastic ass.

She set her small bag and her purse on the small stand by the door, and turned to face me.

"Kiss me" she said with a husk in her voice.

I pressed my lips to hers as I pushed into her body, slowly pinning her to the wall beside the door. Our tongues swapped back and forth as we traded warm spit; God she was hot and ready.

When we pulled our mouths back, we were both panting heavily and staring into the others eyes.

"I'm not wearing panties" her eyes smoldered at me.

"Jesus Christ" I moaned as I slid one hand under the hem of her short skirt.

I felt her hand reach down and cup my hard cock through my jeans. God, if I got any harder I would rip the zipper off my clothes.

"I've thought of this cock all week" she whispered.

As two of my fingers sank into the swamp between her thighs, she cooed softly; her fingers working deftly to undo the front of my jeans. I added a third finger and felt her walls grip me; just as my cock sprang free and she wrapped a small hand around the thick shaft.

I began to pump my fingers in and out, her juices coating my hand; her fist matched me as she stroked my throbbing cock, my own pre-cum smearing across her fingers.

Pulling my soaked fingers free, I flex me knees, bringing the head of my cock just under the hem of her skirt.

"I can't wait" I grunted.

Mom lined that fat head up with her pussy; I could feel hot drips on my head as she pressed the tip against her opening.

"Then don't" she grated.

I straightened my knees as I watched her face. With an obscene slurp the fat head of my cock slid inside.

"Fuck" mom grunted.

"Damn right I'm going to fuck you." I hissed in her ear.

I jammed my hips forward, sending every inch I had into her. I felt her trapped body try to give ground, but the wall behind her helped stop her. I stared into her eyes as I felt her walls contract, then stretch to take me in.

"Love that cock" she whispered.

"Then take it" I rumbled.

I pulled back and slammed hard up into her. My height was taller than hers, and when I slammed home, I kept going. Mom's eyes popped open wide as her body lifted from the floor, pinned against the wall

"Steeeevvvveeeeeeeeeeeeee" I heard her scream.

I heard a heel clatter to the floor from her dangling foot; she hung there against the wall, impaled on my cock. She clawed at my chest as her body convulsed; I felt hot fluids flood around my cock as she orgasmed.

I pulled back slammed home again into her quaking body; feeling another hot splatter of her cream. I knew she had to be dripping to the floor but I really didn't listen; my hips began to power my cock in and out of her again and again.

Mom's head banged back against the walls as one leg came up and wrapped around my waist. I was giving her everything I had as I pounded her into the wall. Seven days of no sex ignited every thrust. It was base and primal, almost brutal as I fucked into her. I had been rough before with women, but never like this.

"Fuck me...oh God yes...fuck my cunt..." mom babbled.

I just pounded away at her as I watched her face. Her glassy eyes stared at the ceiling as juices ran out of her. I wanted to cum, and badly; but I wanted her to hit a height that would bring her back to me time and again. I didn't just want her body, I wanted her mind.

I changed my angle slightly, letting my thick shaft drag across her throbbing clit. I watched her shudder as her walls began to tighten around my cock.

Her head rolled forward and her eyes burned with lust. No longer glassy she stared at me. I felt her tighten more, and a look of wonder crept across her face. One thing I had learned was how to tell just when a woman was going to orgasm. If her body wasn't giving enough signals, her rambling was.

"Oh God...don't stop...Steveeee..." she moaned. "Make me...oh fuckkkk..." she whimpered.

So close, but not there yet; I waited. I heard her give a soft grunt and then...I ripped my cock free. My sudden movement back dropped mom back to her feet and she stumbled to keep her balance.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" she wailed.

Here is a tip for all you guys out there. They claim the old fashioned coitus interruptus, reduced pregnancy rates; I don't know. What I do know is that when an older woman hangs on the edge of her orgasm, and you yank free; they come unglued.

"Oh God no...please...more..." I heard mom beg. "Oh fuck...so close..." she moaned.

"Steve...please...don't leave me..." I heard her whimper.

I ignored it all. I grabbed her arms and quickly turned her in a circle. She whimpered and moaned as I shoved her forward to the back of the couch. Before she could move I bent her face forward over the back, and then reached down and jerked her skirt over the cheeks of her ass.

When it dawned on her what was happening, her head jerked up and she looked back at me. Now was the time to make my move. She opened her mouth to speak, but I moved faster. I lunged forward, driving every inch of my eight inch dick; straight up her cunt.

"GGGGHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" mom screamed at the top of her lungs.

Her arms waved wildly as her knees buckled; she settled onto her belly hanging over the back of the couch, she was now mine. I pulled back and slammed into her again, even as hot juice sprayed out from between her thighs and dripped down her legs.

I kept up the pressure as I gripped her by the hips, ramming deep into her again and again. I could feel her walls rippling as she came on my cock. Spit dripped down the corner of her mouth as she mewled in pleasure, I reached over the back of the couch and jerked on the front of her blouse, buttons went flying across the living room as her breasts sprang free. Not only had she not worn panties, she hadn't worn anything at all under her blouse or skirt.

I gripped one swinging breast and lightly pinched her rock hard nipple as I levered into her. I know a lot of people who will say taking a woman like this is demeaning; but honestly it depends on the woman.

Some women; just like men; need to be in control; while others are into sharing. Some; like mom; just needed to be owned. How do you know? When a woman tells you to fuck her harder and faster when she's spread over a couch, believe me, she wants to be owned.

"Fuck me...oh my God yes...ram it in me baby..." Mom groaned.

Her head finally came up and she turned back to me; her eyes were glassy and her face flushed. I pounded into my middle aged mother while she quivered and shook under me.

"Cumming...can't stop...cumminggggggg." Mom moaned.

I bent my body over hers, my chest pressing into her sweat slick back. My mouth was inches from her ear as my hips worked like pistons.

"I'm going to cum." I didn't ask, I simply told her.

"In me...dear God please..." Mom gurgled

"Is that what you want?" my voice filled her ear. "You want your son's hot seed in your cunt?" I whispered.

"IN my cunt...your cunt..." Mom moaned. "Oh God Steven..." her eyes grew wider. "How...I'm going to...oh God..."

I felt her already tight walls suddenly slam down on me like a vise. Mom vibrated under me as another hot splash of pussy cream washed over my cock. Her eyes rolled back until only her whites showed as a third orgasm tore through her.

"Fuck" I grunted as my balls lit on fire.

"Yeeesssssssssss" I heard her moan as the first blast of hot cum washed her walls.

"Fucking hell" I whispered as a second volley fired deep inside her.

"God fill me Steven" mom groaned.

I did just that, I pumped every drop I had into her as she trembled under me. God, I don't think I've ever cum that hard or that much in my entire life.

By the time my balls were finally empty, thick white cum oozed down her thighs. When I pulled back and my cock slipped free, I watched as my cream oozed out from between her abused lips.

Pulling herself off the couch, mom stood on wobbly legs; turning she looked down at my still rigid cock. You could see the white froth that clung to it, mute testament to her level of pleasure.

"Jesus, you're still hard" she whispered in surprise.

"I always am around you." I said.

Mom turned and walked towards my bedroom door, she turned and faced me. I couldn't reconcile the fact she was my mother; I saw a sex hungry woman is y hot seed dripping from her belly.

"Come and get it" Mom whispered; and then stepped into the bedroom.

God we did it doggy; and then missionary. Then she wanted it cowgirl; and I took her sweet tight ass for a ride. By five in the morning; mom finally dragged herself from the bed, and headed towards the shower.

I thought about following her, but Christ I had dumped four hot loads into her during the night; I wasn't sure I had any left in my poor aching balls.

When mom came out she was dressed in tight jeans that followed the contour of her ass like a second skin; her fresh blouse was buttoned halfway up, letting me see the deep cleavage between her tanned breasts.

I rose from the bed and slipped on my robe; it was evident she had decided it was time. Mom watched as I covered my still half hard cock, a soft smile on her lips.

"You could do it again, couldn't you." She seemed a little awed.

"Take your clothes off and we'll find out." I challenged her.

"I would love to baby" mom chuckled. "But his flight is due in at noon, and this old lady needs some sleep." She sighed.

"Fuck his flight" I said softly. "And you can sleep here." I looked at her.

"You mean that don't you?" her voice was soft.

"In a heartbeat" that seemed to be my go to phrase with mom.

I silently followed mom back to the living room where she gathered her purse and bag. As she walked to the front door I called out to her.

"So the same time next Friday?" I had to know.

Mom turned and looked at me for a moment; her eyes seemed to be searching mine.

"No" God my heart dropped right there. "I'm not waiting that long; why don't you pay your mother a visit say Wednesday afternoon."

My semi hard cock shot to steel hard in seconds as I realized she was inviting me into the house this time.

"Mom" I said as she reached for the door knob. "I'm getting addicted to you" I admitted softly.

"That makes two of us" Mom sighed; and then she was gone.

Sunday I had the opportunity to spend some time with Carol; I admit she has a great body, and I did pump a hot load into her, finally. When we were done and she was dressed to leave, she looked over at me.

"So when do you see her again?" she asked me.

"See who?" I glanced up.

Who...dear God Steve" she laughed. "I'm not just her co-worker, I'm her best friend."

"Wednesday" I admitted softly. I looked at Carol; "How much do you..." I couldn't ask the whole question.

"How much do I know?" Carol had a twinkle in her eyes. "Which part, that her name is Sheila not Stella" Carol stepped closer. "Or the fact that you are fucking the living shit out of your mother?" she said.

"Jesus Christ" I whispered.

"Its OK baby" she reached up and stroked my cheek. "I haven't seen her happy in years; and honestly I know love when I see it" she said softly.

"Carol..." I stuttered at her words.

"Steve; the way I see it you've got two choices. Door number one; break it off now before both of your break your hearts. Door number two; give up the game and settle down." Her words were soft but firm as she stared into my eyes.

"Personally, I'd take door number two." She said quietly.

I stood rooted to the living room floor as Carol walked out of the apartment. Did I really love her? Was it that evident that even Carol could see something I couldn't?

I spent the rest of the day and all through Monday trying to sort out my feelings. I loved my mother, I mean shit she's my mom. But did I love Sheila? That was a tough nut to hit.

My answer actually came Tuesday after work. I could have gone with the guys to the bar, hell I know I would have gotten laid. Instead I passed and headed home. When I entered my apartment, I went to the small dining room table and picked up the small post-it notes from Carol that night; with the various names. I glanced at the photo of mom I kept on the small table by the couch, the same couch I had fucked her on; and crumpled them up and threw them away.

"Game is on Dad" I whispered the empty room.

Wednesday, I showered and shaved, cleaning myself in every nook and cranny. As I slipped into my jeans and t-shirt, my phone beeped.

"Bring your suit" mom's message said.

I opened my dresser drawer; starting to reach for the normal suit I took to mom and dad's house. I hesitated, and instead picked up the tighter bright blue speedos; time to fire round one, I thought.

When I pulled into the driveway and stepped out of the car, the warm eighty-five degrees reminded me why my parents had a pool put in. I stepped into the house without knocking, and looked for mom. She wasn't in the living room or dining room, when I entered the kitchen I saw her through the kitchen window.

She was stretched out on a lounge chair lying on her stomach taking in the sun. Her skin had a light bronze to it I had never noticed before. I followed down her bare back, realizing either she was topless or she had untied her bikini top.

My eyes drank in the perfect curve of that mature ass, barely encased in a tight yellow bikini bottom. Standing there, I could feel my cock thicken at just seeing her. I quickly stripped out my jeans and shirt, pulling my suit on; I slid open the patio door and stepped outside.

Mom turned at the sound of the sliding door, watching me. She never said a word as I walked across the warm tiles to her chair. I bent down and picked up the small bottle of lotion off the table, and then slid onto my knees on the lounger between her thighs.

Mom adjusted by opening her thighs more as I got into position. Oiling my hands, I began a gentle massage of her back.

"Mmmmmmmm" I heard her murmur as I worked the muscles in her back.

Not a word of protest came out as my hands slid up along her sides, my fingers gently massaging the sides of her breasts. As my hands worked lower, molding her firm thighs, I could hear her breath quicken to my touch.

I slide my hands up along her inner thighs, listening to a soft moan as my thumbs just grazed the elastic edge of her swimsuit. I slid my fingers under the elastic of her suit bottom, kneading the cheeks of her ass.

"Ahhhhhhhhh" I heard a soft coo.

I slid back on my knees, settling between her feet. Without a word of direction, mom flexed one knee and then rolled onto her back. Stretching out she rested one leg on either side of my thighs, her suit drawing tight over her swollen lips.

I spread lotion up her thighs and sides, then across her taut belly. I have news, age does things to a woman; one of them is it gives her a soft malleable belly that presses so sweetly to you when you couple.

I heard her grunt softly as I kneaded her belly, slowly working my hands upward. Sliding my hands higher, I cupped her now bare breasts; her breasts were warm against my hands from the sun, and her nipples stood like two pencil erasers

I leaned down and softly kissed first one nipple and then the other. I could taste her sweat mixed with the lotion on my tongue.

"Steevvveeee" mom moaned at the touch of my lips.

Her hand came up and her fingers gently ran through my hair as I drew my tongue in slow circles around those hard nubs. Her back arched as she tried to push them into my mouth; not yet, I decided; I wanted her so ready she would cum when I slid inside her.

I began to slowly kiss my way down her trembling body. As my tongue swirled in her navel, I slid y hands up her thighs, gripping the top of her bikini; slowly I began to slide the small cloth down over her hips.

Her ass came off the lounger as I slid her suit down. Each foot came up to free the cloth, and when she brought them back down, she spread them wider letting each foot fall wider to rest on the warm tiles on each side of the chair.

I blew softly on those slick lips, feeling her quiver, and then extending my tongue slid it from the crease of her ass through her sodden lips and across her pulsing clit.

"Oh shit...oh God...never felt..." mom gasped as I used the tip of my tongue to tease her clit.

Her hand came back down; this time her fingers curling in my hair as I feasted on her. I felt her ass give a small jump when I sipped my tongue inside her.

"Oh God Steve...what are you...oh fuck baby..." Mom gurgled above me as I tortured her pussy.

"I'm stealing you Sheila" I whispered up at her.

Her head came up off the lounger and she stared down at me. I know the words registered in her lust filled mind; as did the fact I had used her real name.

I watched her eyes grow wider as I slid one finger into the swamp of her pussy; and at the same time pursed my lips and sucked her hard clit in. Her head suddenly dropped back to the lounger as her hips bucked. Her fingers tightened into talons in my hair as she hung there.

I had been slow and methodical this time, building her to this moment. I could feel her thighs quiver as I drove my tongue in deep. Curling my finger, I gently scraped the tip across that small rough spot.

"Oh God...Steve...Steeveeeee...STEEVEEEEEEEEEEE" mom's voice climbed in volume

Her ass rose off the lounger as she rammed her mound into the bridge of my nose, Her head pressed into the lounger, her feet planted on the warm tile, her body hung suspended in the air for a brief moment.

"YOUUURRRSSSSSSSS" Mom screamed as her body convulsed.

Hot juices sprayed out to cover my face as a violent orgasm ripped through her. Her ass bounced on the lounger as first one wave and then a second pulsed out.

I thought she was going to pull my hair out by the root as she rammed her pelvis into my face. As my tongue lashed her throbbing clit I heard a low growl come from her. I used my other hand to support her ass suspended in the air as I devoured her juices; making a point to noisily lap up the flood that poured out of her.

As the strength ebbed from her muscles, I slowly lowered her back to the lounger. Her legs trembled and the muscles in her belly continued to flex as small aftershocks rippled through her.

I pulled my face from between her clenched thighs, and slid my body up her sweat soaked skin. I stared down into her eyes; glassy and filled with lust.

"I love you mom" I gently kissed her lips."Mmmm no" she shook her head, freeing her lips. "Sheila...call me Sheila baby" she whispered.

"I love you...Sheila" I told her.

"Love you...Oh God..." she gasped as I leaned in.

The fat head of my cock slipped between her folds, stretching her opening. Her eyes locked to mine and she just watched as I eased my body down onto hers.

"Oh God...Steven..." she grunted as the first few inches slid home.

I wanted to slam home in her; pound the living shit out of her. To just own her right there; but I wanted her to BE owned. So I moved slowly, almost torturous slowly. Inch by slow inch I slid inside her gripping walls.

Mom's eyes widened as she felt the growing fullness in her belly. She lifted her head and stared between our bodies, watching the thick shaft of my cock disappear inch by inch.

Mom gave a soft grunt as my full eight inches seated in her. One leg came up and wrapped around my waist, as her hands slid along my sweat soaked back.

"So good" she whispered softly.

I wasn't done; I gripped the sides of the lounger, and pulled myself down more; using my full weight I pressed in...deeper and deeper. What I wanted to do was risky; for some women it could be painful so gentle was necessary. I ground my pelvis down onto mom's mound, watching her eyes.

"Oh God...Steven..." Mom groaned as her clit was mashed between our bodies.

I slowly rotated my body, grinding into her; edging my body just a bit higher I suddenly felt it. The tip of my cock pressed lightly against her spongy cervix.

Mom reached up and gripped my biceps in surprise, her eyes wide. Her leg around my waist tightened, and I felt a shudder run through her body.

"Steve...what are you...oh fuck..." she grunted softly.

Like a tidal wave I watched it roll over her; her eyes slowly rolling back, as her breasts pressed against my chest. She quivered for a moment, and then her hips gave a huge lurch.

"Cum Sheila" I whispered in her ear.

"Oh...my...fucking...GAAAWWWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD" Mom screeched.

I applied the pressure against her cervix again, gently not slamming in; just a rise of fullness in her belly. A hot splash of fluids against my pelvis signaled her release as she convulsed under me.

"Cummming...oh fuck...cummingggggggggg...Steveeeeevvveeeeeee" she keened.

As I felt her walls tighten around my shaft, I slowly pulled back and then powered down into her. You could hear the wet squelch of my cock filling her, followed by her soft grunt with every thrust.

"Ghaaa...Stee...ungghhhh..." Mom's gurgled.

"I'm going to fill you" I told her. "Feel it Sheila...I'm cumming...inside you." My voice was raspy as I plowed into her.

"Oh my God yes...please...inside..." she whimpered.

I felt her nails slowly drag down my biceps as my balls tightened. I couldn't have stopped at that moment if I had wanted to; and I didn't. I WANTED this woman more than anyone in my life.

I felt my cock jerk deep inside her, as hot cum spewed into her spasming cunt. Her eyes stared up at me as I pumped load after load into her belly. God I thought I was never going to stop cumming.

As my balls emptied their precious cargo, I relaxed on top of her. Mom's leg unwound but both arms wrapped around me, her hands resting flat on my back. My head nestled into the crook of her shoulder as I tried to catch my breath. Mom tilted her head, bringing her lips against my ear.

"You want to replace him, don't you." Her voice was warm and husky.

"Yes" I admitted

"Well; consider yourself successful young man" she lightly kissed my neck.

Later we stood in the kitchen as I slowly put my jeans and shirt back on. Mom leaned against the counter and watched me as I dressed. It felt odd, this tie I was the one leaving; and suddenly I hated it.

"First you seduced me" he words were slow and measured, as if she was thinking each word. "Then, you fucked me like no other man." I heard her sigh softly.

"Now...you made love...to every inch of me" he eyes never left my face. "Are you competing?" she asked quietly.

"Am I winning?" I asked as I straightened my shirt.

"Baby" mom stepped over.

I couldn't help but notice the small trickle leak from her suit bottom and down her thigh as she moved; my cum seeping from her sore pussy.

"You've already won." She leaned up and softly kissed my lips.

I can't describe the feeling that swept through me; the joy and pain. I had just stolen someone's wife; and more, I had stolen my father's wife. But I didn't care, I wanted her, and now she was mine.

"He is going to Denver this weekend." Mom said quietly.

"Another one of his business trips" I asked.

"If you consider banging your twenty-two year old secretary business then yes." There was no sadness or bitterness in her voice; only a simple statement of fact.

"Leave him" I said flatly.

Mom looked carefully at me, silent for a moment, and then her face seemed to change, as if she made a decision.

"I want you to pick me up Saturday morning." She said. "I'll be waiting, about ten." She said.

I looked at her puzzled but that seemed to be the end of the conversation. I walked to my car alone; and realized I didn't like this sensation of leaving. Something I had never considered of the women I had been with. Being on the other side of the coin was definitely enlightening.

On Saturday morning, I pulled into the driveway, and found mom already waiting. She was dressed differently than I had seen her before. She had on a knee length dress that was gray and almost somber. I did admire those legs from the knees down, and the curve of her breasts in that form fitting top; but she looked business, so I didn't make any advances.

Mom stepped off the porch with a small bag that she placed into the back seat. She slid into the passenger seat before I could even get out of the car.

For the next forty minutes I drove, and mom gave me directions. We didn't chat much; she didn't seem to be in the mood for idle chatter. I was a bit surprised when my last turn brought us down the long dirt path in one of the city cemeteries.

Mom climbed from the car and went to the backseat. She pulled three flowers out of her bag; two red roses and a single daisy.

"Come on" she told me as she closed the car door.

I wasn't much for the morbidity of death; I preferred life and all it had to offer. But, mom's words didn't offer any rebuttal so I climbed out and followed her.

Silently mom walked through the rows of gravestones until she reached a plot that held one large head stone and one smaller one. Kneeling down she placed a rose on each side of the large head stone.

"You've never visited your grandparents have you?" she said softly.

"No" I said. "I guess it never really occurred to me." I watched her. "I guess I prefer to remember them alive." I added quietly.

Mom just nodded, and then stepped over to the smaller stone. Bending down, she laid the daisy at the stone and then stared for a moment.

"Her name was Megan" mom said softly. "We had been friends and neighbors since I was literally born"

I watched mom reach out and run her fingers over the top of the stone. She turned and looked at me, there was such sadness in her face I wanted to reach down and hold her.

"She died...in childbirth...twenty-five years ago." I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach.

Mom stood and laced her fingers in my one hand, she looked back at the stone, and then into my eyes. I could see the pain and tears in her eyes as she spoke.

"It was her idea...the big goof." She sighed. "I was getting married, and Megan had come up with the idea of this big bachelorette party. You know the kind; a lot of alcohol, a lot of giggling women; and a very hunky stripper."

I saw a brief smile on her lips as she stood there and relived the past.

"I wouldn't do it" Mom sighed again. "I couldn't, I was a faithful wife. Now Megan; God she had the sex drive of a nymphomaniac." I heard mom give a small laugh.

"She fucked him senseless" she looked at me. "Two months later she told me she was pregnant."

Mom reached out and took my other hand; she stood there in the cold wind, staring into my eyes.

"When she died, her parents had disowned her; they were going to put the baby into a home." Her eyes filled with tears. "I couldn't let you...him...oh God" she sighed.

"She's my mother?" I was incredulous.

"You were all I had left of Megan; I loved you as much as I loved her." Mom choked. "I always wanted to tell you; but was afraid...afraid I would lose you."

"Wait" a thought slammed into my brain. "Is she's my mother...then you're not..." I stumbled over the words.

"That depends" she smiled at me. "If you talking about the woman who gave birth to you...then no I'm not." She sighed. "If you're talking about the woman who raised you, kissed your owies, and watched your school programs...the yes I'm your mother."

"What about dad" I had to ask the question.

Mom gave a sigh and stared at our coupled hands. "He never was in favor really, but he did it because I made him." She looked up at me. "That's why you always thought he was a bit distant."

"Bastard" I muttered.

"Well, you don't have to worry about it" she said softly. "When he gets back from Denver the divorce papers will be waiting for him on the kitchen table."

I stared in shock at her. This was my parents for all intents, and she had just told me she was getting a divorce. Then, that forbidden thought crept into my mind.

"Why now?" I asked her.

"Before I answer that; you have a choice" she looked at me. "Take me to my old house, I tear up the papers and life goes on." She tried to read my expression. "Or take me to my new house...and I'll never leave again." She whispered.

I stared at her for a moment. "Get in the car." I told her.

"Steven..." she started to say.

"Get in the damn car" I repeated.

I drove and thought at the same time. A lot of things were going through my mind at the same time, but there was one thing I was VERY sure of.

Mom sat silent, watching the road, I suspect trying to figure out which way I was driving. I admit I took a bit of malicious glee in taking a different route, which caught her completely off guard.

Mom turned and stared at me as I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment building. I could see her eyes glitter with tears, and see the relief in her face. Did she honestly think I could refuse her?

"Steven...are you sure?" she asked softly.

I leaned over and reached past her knees, taking the emergency house key out of my glove compartment. Sorry I'm male, locking myself out had happened before. I handed mom the key.

"Get upstairs." I told her.

I didn't even watch her as she walked away; instead I went around the car and pulled her bag out of the back seat. By the time I entered my apartment and set down the bag, Mom was standing in the living room.

"Steven..." was al she got out before I wrapped her in my arms; my lips crushing into hers.

"Mmmmmmm" mom moaned as our tongues dueled.

I pulled back, my hands finding the top of her dress zipper at her back. You could hear the sound as I slowly drew the tab downward.

"Does that answer your question?" I asked softly.

"God yes" mom panted as she tried to catch her breath from our kiss.

She stepped closer, bringing her head alongside mine, our cheeks pressed together. I could feel her hot breath against my ear.

"Finish what you started" she husked. "Take me from your father." She nipped lightly at my ear lobe.

"So tell me" I said with a chuckle. "What should I call you?"

"When you kiss me like that; call me Sheila" I saw a sparkle in her eyes. "And when you fuck me...call me mom."

"And when I cum inside you?" I rasped.

"Call me any damn thing you want baby" mom all but growled.