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As we walked to the bathroom, it dawned on me that what we had already experienced was unlike anything that I had ever seen in the gay porn selections on line. It was soft, sensual, honest and filled with passion. More importantly, it was real – two real men, pushing the far side of middle age, discovering the joy and excitement of confiding in each other, sharing thoughts that they had kept to themselves most of their lives.

My new friend reached over to turn on the water and took some time to adjust the temperature. I had a wonderful view of his ass, round and soft, with his balls hanging just below. I studied the beautiful crack between his cheeks. Somewhere at the bottom of the cleft, lay hidden his rosebud. I wondered what it looked like. My thoughts were interrupted when he turned to me and suggested that it was time for me to get out of my clothes.

He reached to pull my t shirt up and over my head, and then slid my cycling shorts down, revealing my cock, still stiff as a result of the activity in the other room. Then he leaned over to help me remove my socks. Standing beside me, he guided me into the front of the tub before stepping in behind me.

“I want to show you how much I appreciate what you just did,” he said. As he lathered up a washcloth and began washing my back. The warm water running over my body and the touch of his hand gently massaging my muscles with a soapy washcloth was relaxing in so many ways.

I could feel his cock pocking me from behind and he reached around and began washing my bedava bahis chest, his body touching mine. He took great care to be gentle around my nipples, and then he slid his hand down, across my belly. My cock jumped when he circled it with his palm, no washcloth at this point, just his soapy, slippery hand sliding down my cock before gently fondling my balls. His cock was now snuggled between the cheeks of my ass. Obviously, he had rubbed soap on it as well because it slid so smoothly up and down my crack.

As a married man, and one who appreciated the beauty of the female form, I had no problem identifying what it meant for a woman to be sexy, but I never quite understood what women identified as sexy in a man, and I certainly had never experienced the feeling of actually being sexy. For the first time in my life, there in that shower, with my friend’s hands enjoying my body, I felt sexy. I felt like I had the ability to turn on the man behind me, and I relished the experience.

He whispered to me that when we got done, he had a special pair of panties that he wanted me to put on. I smiled and told him that I was eagerly anticipating the feel of them, but that I was not quite ready to leave the hot water, and even though I was facing forward, I sensed that he too was smiling.

Next I felt one of his soapy hands on my ass, rubbing my cheeks and then sliding between then, inching downward. I spread my legs a part, signaling that I did not want him to stop but rather, that I wanted him to continue bedava bonus downward, to explore. Soon after, I felt a jolt of excitement as his finger grazed my asshole. So that there could be no mistake, I told him that I wanted to be clean everywhere for him.

His left hand was still on my cock; he raised it to my chest and pulled me close to him, his chest brushing against my back. At the same time, his finger penetrated the outer ring of my rosebud. It was gentle and subtle, but there was no mistaking that the tip of his finger was inside of me.

“Do you want to be clean here?” he asked.

I responded that I wanted to be especially clean there. It is difficult to relate the flood of thoughts that passed through my mind as he slowly pushed in deeper, the feeling was intense, so erotic, so naughty, so sensuous. I was completely vulnerable, yet so excited to share this experience with my new friend. It amazed me as I came to realize how connected we were in such a short time, how our thoughts and ideas resonated with each other.

I became aware that his left hand had returned to my groin. He was fondling my balls which, at this point, were heavy and full. After measuring their weight with his palm, he began sliding his hand up and down my shaft.

The combined sensations were almost too much to take. His finger now fully penetrated my ass. Slowly, he moved it in and out, almost completely withdrawing before sliding it back in, to the point where I could feel his palm tightly against my deneme bonusu ass, and his other hand stroking my cock.

I had read that some guys get a feeling like their balls are beginning to boil just before they come, but I had never experienced such a thing until now. My orgasm began to take shape deep in my balls. I told him that I was about to cum and encouraged him to continue just what he was doing. I could feel his body fully engaged against mine, rubbing as he continued to finger me and jerk me off. I felt the warm water splashing against my face, and I looked down to see my rigid cock pointed towards the front of the shower with his hand sliding up and down.

Perhaps it was that visual that triggered the spasms. My ass tightened around his finger, and he pressed against the underside of my cock as the cum pumped through it. I wanted to look down to see it, but I simply could not open my eyes, the pleasure was so intense. I fell back against him and was grateful to feel him support me, as I feared that my legs would buckle. Slowly my senses returned and I was aware that he had withdrawn his finger and was washing his hands. I looked at the wall in front of me and saw my cum slowly dripping downward. Then I turned and faced him. It felt entirely natural to reach out and embrace him. He responded by stepping forward and putting his arms around me, dropping his hands to my ass and pulling me close.

We stood like that for a time, and then he suggested that maybe it was time for another cup of tea, to which, I readily agreed. We turned the water off and stepped from the tub to dry ourselves. He left the room briefly but then returned with a sexy, feminine pair of light green panties, soft and lacy, and he handed them to me and then took a step back to watch me step into them.

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“Your pregnant!” Marie said in a shocked voice, the shock was showing on all Kim’s sisters too and Lee faces.

“Yep, I am… your not mad are you mum?” Kim was a little nervous at how her mother would react, but April grabbed her hand and held it for support.

“Lee what about you?” Marie asked looking at her son, as did all his sisters.

Slowly he got up and looked at April, who smiled at him before he looked at Kim, a small tear welling in her eyes as she thought the worse.

“Kim” he paused for a while, everyone holding their breaths “You will make a great mum and I can’t believe that I’m gonna be the dad of the most beautiful baby in the world” he rushed over and grabbed his sister, hugging her close as she burst out in to tears, April and most of his sisters all joining her in floods of tears as they rushed up to join in a big, naked family hug. All eyes went to Marie who was still on the bed.

“Mum?” Lee said

“I can’t believe it, I’m gonna be a grandmother” April rushed over and hugged her mother who was crying

“You’ll be the best grandmother ever mum” she said as Marie smiled at her daughters and son

“And just think you’ll be an aunt” she smiled through some tears as the rest of the family once again joined in the hugs.

“We’ll be a big happy family, all of us!” Lee said as he and April shared a kiss and cuddle.

Two weeks passed since the night Kim announced her pregnancy and Lee and April were as strong as ever, the whole family had talked over Kim and Lee’s baby and they couldn’t be happier, all agreed this would be the most loved baby ever.

“I can’t believe your gonna be a dad” April said as she and Lee laid in bed together, a slight sweat on their brows from the night of sex they had just enjoyed

“I know, its all surreal still” Lee said as she hugged his naked sister to his body, her breasts firmly pressed into his chest as she kissed him lovingly and he caressed her hair.

“You will make an excellent dad Love, and Kim will be a perfect mum” she beamed as she kissed her brother again, her legs over his as she straddled his thighs to lay over his body, his soft cock slightly springing back to life against her stomach as her breasts brushed against him.

“Just think what it will be like to have a kid around again” April smiled as she felt the cock harden against her skin and push into her stomach

It had been decided that Kim would go over to stay with Lee and April a lot of the time after the baby was born, but because their place wasn’t really big enough for a family it best if she stay at home with their mum and sisters.

“I don’t remember having any kids around, I’m the youngest remember” Lee teased as April laughed and kissed him hard on the lips, her body rubbing against his as his cock throbbed against his sisters body.

“Well I sure do remember it” April said as she reached down between them and grabbed his cock, stroking it as she looked into his eyes and smiled

“Hmmm April that’s so nice” Lee moaned as his sister rubbed his cock up and down with her hand, squeezing at different points to add different pleasures.

“I know Love, but this is better” April slipped under the cover and kissed down her brothers stomach, trailing her lips until she felt his cock head hit her throat and begin to slip closer to her chin. Once it was there she moved her head up and in the dark sucked the head into her mouth, her tongue licking around it as she lowered her mouth down, the soft lips closed tightly around the shaft as it went.

Lee moaned out loudly as April sucked his whole cock into her mouth, her throat filling with his cock as her tongue licked the underside of his cock the best it could.

“Ohhh god April!” he called out as he reached down under the cover and grabbed her hair, slowly massaging it as she bobbed her head on his cock, her teeth running up and down the shaft lightly as she sucked harder still and licked all over the head when she had enough cock out of her mouth.

April was near the bahis firmaları bottom of the bed as she reached down and began to rub her own pussy while holding her brothers cock in the other hand, the fingers of her right hand slipping in and out of the dripping hole between her thighs, the hole still filled with Lee’s cum from about thirty minuets before when he had fucked her.

Lee couldn’t help but moan loudly as his big sister worked like an expert on his cock, sucking and licking in all the right places before taking him deep into her throat, her breath washing over his cock and making the pleasure more, herself in a wash of orgasm as she felt the cum on her fingers as she pushed them into her own pussy and scooped some out smearing it onto her clit which she pulled and rubbed.

“Hmmm” April moaned in the darkness beneath the sheet the smell of sex all around her as she sucked her brother’s cock and came over her own fingers, her mouth closing tightly around his cock as she squeezed her pussy muscles onto her fingers in orgasm.

Lee couldn’t stand this new tightness in her mouth and his orgasm came hard, a jet of cum shooting into his big sisters mouth, cum that April swallowed fast as she felt a second load come and a third dribble out, all filling her mouth and resting on her tongue as she swirled it over his cock and sucked it off.

“My little brother is gonna be a dad, wow this is such a special day” Stacey said as she and Lee sat in the living room of their mothers house and chatted.

“I know” Lee smiled at his sister who smiled back, before leaning in and kissing him softly on the lips, her tongue licking his lips as his hands and arm’s moved around her waist and hugged her close.

“I have been thinking about it all the time since she told us” Stacey said as she broke the kiss. Lee too had been thinking of Kim’s pregnancy and the night they had shared together, it was so special taking her virginity.

“I know, this was the last thing I was expecting,” he admitted

“Don’t you like the idea or something?” Stacey asked as she ran her hands over his back.

“I love the idea, knowing Kim is having my baby it’s just strange” he said as Stacey leaned in and kissed him again.

“Yeah I bet it is Lee, you know I have been thinking all about what’s gonna happen to Kim, how her belly will swell, her tits getting bigger, the emotions she’ll have…” Stacey trailed off as she looked into her brother’s eyes; he looked back with a smile as she thought about being a dad.

“Its all such a weird thing that’s happening, my sister having my baby…” Stacey’s lips pressed onto his cut off Lee again.

“Lee I want your baby too!” she said leaning back and looking deeply into Lee’s face

“What?” Lee said his eyes wide open like his mouth.

“I want to have your baby too Lee, I want to feel it grow and kick inside me, watch my belly swell knowing that its your baby that’s there, us loving it together with the others all a happy family” Stacey went on, telling her brother how she has fantasised about getting pregnant since the first time they had sex together.

Lee couldn’t help but feel a twinge of arousal as he listened to his sister and thought about how it would be to knowingly get her pregnant.

“Me and April have talked it over and she said if that’s what we want, she’s cool about it, she said we are all a family and she loves us all, so the more of us who have kids the more of us there is to love” Stacey said suddenly, Lee had worried about what April would think if he did indeed get Stacey pregnant

The thought of getting Stacey pregnant washed over Lee, he had really got turned on by the thought Kim having his kid and to knowingly get another girl pregnant well that was something he couldn’t resist.

“You really want to have my baby too?” he inquired, Stacey nodded eagerly as she saw the look in her brothers eyes

“I sure do Lee!”

“Well we’re not going to make a baby sat here talking are we” Lee said with a grin at his sister who grabbed him around the shoulders and neck and pulled him over to her, their lips pressing together as her tongue’s found each other’s.

“Lets go make a baby!” Stacey said standing up and dragging her brother by the hand to the stairs.

In the bedroom Stacey pushed her brother onto the bed, quickly she jumped next to him, ripping his kaçak iddaa t-shirt over his head Stacey began to kiss his chest, her lips kissing over his nipples and down to his stomach.

“Hmmm” Lee moaned as Stacey licked around his bellybutton and kissed back up his torso to his neck and mouth, once again her tongue finding his as she held his head tightly, her hair loose and falling over their faces.

Stacey broke the kiss and stood off the bed looking down at her half naked brother, the lust in his eyes showing just how turned on he was, as did the bulge in his pants.

Quickly Stacey pulled her top off, revealing her naked breasts; she’d not worn a bra, as she normally didn’t when it was just her and family in the house. Lee looked at her perfect breasts, her nipples already hard and pointy as they heaved with her heavy breathing; she was so aroused that her pussy juice was soaking her panties.

Looking into Lee’s eyes, Stacey slid her pants down, standing clad only in a pink pair of tight fitting cotton panties she wiggled her body at her brother, her breasts jiggling, they weren’t as big as her sisters but still they were a nice size and perfectly shaped.

Lee’s eyes went down her sleek body to the panties covering her pussy; a visible dark patch was coming though them much to Lee’s excitement. Stacey smiled and leaned over at the waist, her breasts falling from her body as she grabbed Lee’s jeans and undoing the belt and zip, pulling them down his body along with his underpants, his cock springing free and throbbing in front of his sisters face, before she licked the head and smiled up to him as his eyes closed tightly in pleasure.

“I think your enjoying this” Stacey said as she stood again and wiggled her hips pushing the wet pink panties down her long legs, to the floor, quickly she picked them up and tossed them to her brother, Lee felt them fall onto his chest just below his head, the aroma of her aroused pussy filling his nose and driving his cock wild, it throbbed and bounced as he sniffed up more and more of that scent.

Stacey smiled as she watched her brother cock bounce, she was thinking about that cock, buried in her tight pussy, filling her with seed, making her pregnant, she had worked out that now was the ideal time to get pregnant she was right on her most fertile time.

“Want to make a baby then little brother?” Stacey said seductively as she slipped onto the bed next to her brother, laying her arm over him she kissed his cheek and nuzzled his neck.

Lee smiled as he felt his sisters’ face on his neck, her breath making all the thoughts of what he was going to do flood into his mind, and making his cock throb harder and get firmer!

Stacey reached down and took his hard cock in her hand, slowly working her palm up and down the shaft as she kissed her brothers neck and moved to his mouth kissing him deeply again.

Lee moaned as he felt his sister tighten her grip on his cock, she worked her fingers over the head and down the shaft quickly before moving to slower more deliberate strokes, a big blob of pre-cum coating the head as she played with it, Stacey’s fingers rubbing it all over the shaft as she moaned into her brother mouth and felt her own juice drip from her pussy and down her inner thighs, soaking them before she pressed one over his stomach and slipped into position on top of her brother, his cock just inches away from her wet, needy pussy lips.

Stacey looked down at her brother as she held her body over his and smiled down at him, his eyes filled with lust for her and hers with lust for him too. She leaned down, keeping her pussy over his cock and kissed his ear before whispering into it

“Are you ready to get me pregnant little brother?” she just said quietly

“YES!” Lee shouted as Stacey lowered her body down to her brother’s, his cock head hitting its mark on the first try, opening up her lips and pressing into the heat of his sisters tight pussy, the shaft slipping in too as Stacey moaned out and shut her eyes tightly taking her brother’s cock deep into her own tight body.

Finally she had him fully in, her pubic mound resting on his as she slowly ground into him, Lee’s cock throbbing deeply in her pussy as she moved her hips all around, moving him to different angles and changing the pleasure for them both.

“Ohhh god Lee” Stacey called out as she began to kaçak bahis lift her pussy off her brothers cock, her thighs straining to push her up leaving only the head of her brothers cock in her tight pussy before forcing the whole thing back in deep in one downwards thrust.

Lee grabbed his sisters waist tightly as she ground into him again and began a fast passed thrust up and down his cock, her breasts bouncing as she flung her head from side to side and shouted with pleasure as her clit hit her brothers pubic bone with every thrust he began to make.

“Ohhh god Lee… yes… fuck me… harder!” Stacey moaned as she bounced on her brothers’ cock harder, his own thrusts upwards adding to the intense pleasure they were sharing. Stacey’s tight pussy gripping him tight and not letting go as Lee’s cock pounded into his sister.

Reaching up Lee grabbed Stacey’s head and pulled her down to him, kissing her hard as she fucked him, her ass hitting his thighs hard as the tight, wet pussy between her thighs took his cock deep, Stacey would hold him there for a second letting it throb inside before making another thrust leaving half his now wet and shiny cock exposed before letting it slide back inside hard.

“Ohhh yesss!” Stacey called out as she felt Lee fuck her hard, thrusting his hips up to meet her downward ones, his mouth kissing hers and his tongue finding every little place in her mouth as her breasts and hard nipples rubbed into his chest, sending shocks through her body right to her pussy.

Lee moaned too, knowing that at the end of this he would be dumping his cum into Stacey, cum that would, they hoped, make her pregnant, that thought was driving him wild with desire and pleasure as it was Stacey too, knowing her brother was going to fill her tight pussy with his seed sent her into orgasm.

Stacey’s mouth opened wide as she leaned back and her body tensed, Lee could feel her pussy tighten as she came hard on his cock, her juice flooding the tight hole he was in as his cock throbbed inside her.

Quickly he rolled Stacy over, her orgasm still in full flow she could do nothing but let Lee push her onto her back as he was now between her thighs, Stacey screamed as she felt him begin to thrust his hips hard, his cock pounding into her hard as her orgasm washed over her harder, Lee fucking her all the way though it.

Stacey finally began to come down from her orgasm and wrapped her legs around her brothers’ waist, holding him tightly to her body as he fucked his hard cock deeply into her pussy over and over, his body hitting her clit and making her cry out with every one, Lee himself moaning between kisses on his sisters lips and neck.

“Ohh god Lee… do it… fill me full of your precious cum… make me pregnant!” Stacey encouraged her brother as he fucked her hard and deep, his balls aching they were so full of cum, cum he so wanted to fill his sister with.

With Stacey telling him to cum in her and make her pregnant Lee could hardly hold off any longer, he felt his balls tightening with every thrust into her, the new cum added from her orgasm making it even nicer to shove his cock deep into her tight sexy body, the tightness of her inner walls gripping him as the sweat on their bodies made their skin slap together when they met.

“Ohh god Stace I’m gonna cum so hard!” Lee said as she felt his cum getting ready to blow from his cock into her.

“Do it Lee… fill me soo much!!” Stacey shouted as she felt him thrust as deep as he could get into her.

Lee couldn’t hold on any more, his balls pushed his cum up his shaft and just as he got his cock deeply into Stacey a massive blast of cum shot out into his sister’s body. Stacey instantly felt the cum fill her so deeply, she knew that it was racing to make her pregnant and that thought sent her into orgasm again, Lee’s cock blasting yet more of the thick cum into her body, as his cock throbbed and swelled the more cum he shot.

“Ohhh god!” she managed to moan as Lee pumped more cum into her tight pussy, she felt so full as it was packed so deeply and full that some of the white liquid began to backflow past Lee’s now shrinking cock and coated the lips of her pussy.

Finally Lee slipped out of her and Stacy lifted her hips off the bed, the cum sliding back down her tight tunnel, sighing happily she slipped a pillow under her ass and settled on the pillows.

“Lee come here” she patted the spot next to her before Lee laid with her hugged up tightly as they looked at each other.

“Yeah Stace”

“You don’t know how much fun it will be when we are pregnant” Stacey said with a wink.

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A boy realizes his feelings for his single mother. It’s the same old story! But wait, what’s his neighbor doing?

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story, etc. etc.

/ / /

Nicole Burke was an average girl – most people considered the blonde’s most memorable feature to be her gentle, angelic face.

During college, she fell for a much older widower she frequently saw at the pub and, despite birth control, became pregnant at age 19. Shortly after she gave birth to their son Cody, her husband died in a freak industrial accident.

She began the difficult life of a single mother. Her parents had disowned her for the pregnancy, and her in-laws cut off all contact with her, considering her unlucky. She considered herself blessed that she still had the house. Her neighbor Zoe was a stay-home mom and gave her valuable childcare advice, and occasionally helped babysit Cody while Nicole worked part time.

Cody, to his mother’s immense relief, was a pleasant child. He wasn’t fussy, and from a young age knew of his mother’s hardships and demanded little. Growing up, he frequently visited the Harts (the neighbors) – studying, doing odd jobs, playing video games or using their home gym.

Eventually, puberty came for Cody and he began showing an interest in girls. There were some pretty ones around, and he came while masturbating to them, but none struck him as proper girlfriend material. He never brought a girl home, and Nicole even jokingly asked whether he was gay.

Then a dream soon after his 18th birthday changed his life forever.

It was his first ever wet dream of his beloved mother, and he came from his strongest orgasm ever from the imaginary blowjob. After that, he started paying more attention to her and reflecting on their time together.

They were physically comfortable and quite open with each other. No, they were not nudists, but in the hotter days of summer, they thought nothing of wearing less at home. Cody would go topless, and Nicole would wear a sports bra for her D-cups (they never shrunk down to her original B-cups even after Cody stopped breastfeeding) and loose-fitting shorts.

Cody’s scholarships helped their finances greatly, and Nicole moved towards working the stock market at home and less part time work. This meant that Nicole was a lot less frazzled and spent more time at home. Cody enjoyed watching his mother put her tight and flexible body through yoga poses.

After several sessions of jerking off exclusively to his mother, without any change in his attraction for her, Cody accepted that it was not lust but love. He was not sure how she felt in return, but after browsing erotica and forums, he concluded that there was a good chance that most mothers either lusted for their son or could be won over in time. He promised himself to be her partner.

/ / /

Nicole could not pinpoint a single incident or date, but she felt that Cody’s attitude had changed somehow – he had a different sort of air to him.

It was not something as obvious as drugs or smoking.

He was home more often, obviously skipping lessons, but still hung out with his friends and kept excellent grades. The college did not raise any issues about him, so she did not think he was being bullied.

He was becoming either more frequent or more careless with his masturbation (of course she knew he watched porn and jerked off, she was his mother, and not computer illiterate.) He used tissues less often, but her socks and yoga pants in the laundry basket were almost always crusty and smelt of cum. Unless he was renting those out, it could only be her son’s cum.

Their accidental light touches around the house seemed a little strange and more frequent.

Then things got weirder. The cum-filled tissues in Cody’s dustbin stopped appearing and instead, her bras and panties became his obvious cum-rag victims.

When Nicole dusted his table and moved the mouse, the screensaver would invariably stop and reveal incest erotica, or MILF or incest porn, paused on the screen. Cody pretended never to notice, even if he was right in the room as it happened.

They had a long tradition of a goodbye or welcome kiss for each other on the cheek, but they became quick pecks on the lips.

After some time, just as Nicole thought things had stabilized, things progressed even further and she knew for certain that Cody was declaring his attraction for her. Using her clothes to jerk off was understandable, if you considered that hers were the only female clothes around. The porn was fairly normal, and he might have been too horrified to react to her discovery. But now there was no more room for misunderstanding.

He kept a digital photo frame filled with photos of her. Some were from her Facebook, going back even to her teenage years; some were copies of her wedding and other photo albums; some she had never seen before and were taken at home, of her doing chores or yoga. The stink and stains of cum on the device were unmistakable.

Their innocent kisses bahis siteleri of greeting were definitely not normal anymore. Although they were still just a touching of lips, they lasted longer and the pair would kiss one or two more times before breaking off. Cody started putting his arms around her waist to hold her closer, and his hands inched dangerously lower to rest on her butt, over her clothes.

Nicole was not an idiot. She knew Cody had not-very-son-like feelings for her. While she was past 38 years old and not supermodel material, she knew she was busty and attractive. She was also not a saint free of sexual desires. It had been years since she had slept with a man – after a few rounds of unsatisfactory sex, she had completely stuck to pleasuring herself.

After years of living with Cody and his recent increased attention, it should come as a surprise that he had never actually caught his mother masturbating.

Nicole had a very healthy sex drive and after grieving for her late husband early on, masturbated nearly every day, sometimes two to three times a day. It was a suffocating compulsion that left her mind hazy and body aching, and she had to relieve it to be able to get any work done.

Cody had never witnessed his mother pleasuring herself because she learned to be extremely quiet and to stifle her moans, and tended to masturbate when he was not home or she was alone. Having not had a girlfriend, he did not recognize the musky odor of a woman’s arousal which lingered around the house.

That said, after her epiphany about Cody’s lust, Nicole, out of curiosity, tried fingering herself while imagining her son a few times. It worked, it was amazing and it was even more explosive when she did it while wearing underwear stained with his cum and she held more of his crusted seed to her face to smell and lick.

And each time, after she came down from the orgasm, she would feel guilty, ashamed and conflicted. This man was without a doubt her flesh and blood son, yet she was aroused by him as a woman. Was she simply craving sex and resorting to the closest male around? Had she failed as a mother, spending so little time bonding with him as a child that her mind and body now recognized him as a mate instead of family?

/ / /

One morning, Cody was about to leave for school and Nicole was at the doorway seeing him off, in a black sports bra and gray track pants. It was one of those days. She had woken up late and horny, and had been too busy making breakfast to masturbate. It was getting seriously uncomfortable and she wanted, no needed, Cody out of the house soon so she could have some me-time, although she did not voice it.

They were right at the front door now. Heck, maybe once he was out the gates proper, she would lock the door, lean back against it and finger herself right there. That was a good idea. She could leak and squirt to hell and back, and if she left the door open afterwards, the smell would have dissipated by the time Cody returned home.

Cody stepped closer to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. Two seconds, three seconds.

Hands held her bare shoulders and pulled her closer. Cody kissed around her lips – to the left, to the right, below, on her nose. Their lips met again. One, two, three, four seconds. (Yes, this feels good, but you’ll be late. Please go.)

The hands left (Yes! Time to go!) and arms snaked around her waist, pulling the two bodies closer together. Another kiss. The hands on her back slid down briefly then up to the band of her sports bra. (Feels good, but I’m getting more aroused too, not good.)

She was slowly pushed backward. She almost stumbled but finally backed up against the wall. Her son continued forward and pressed against her (That’s new.) With their height difference, his crotch was higher than hers, and through their clothes, she could clearly feel his shaft ending higher than her navel. (I’m definitely using that image later.)

Cody stepped in with one leg between her legs, and slowly rubbed against her crotch with his well-muscled thigh. Nicole could not hold back her wetness and felt her fluids drench her panties. An obvious wet patch was growing on her gray track pants, but neither person was looking.

Nicole’s head was in the clouds. She felt like a young woman again, enjoying sex like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. For the first time, Cody pressed his tongue into her lips. Her tongue moved to meet it within her own mouth and she started to-

(No! No! No!)

Forcing herself back to reality through the euphoria and arousal, Nicole broke their first French kiss and turned her head away. She was sweating like a dog and flushed and breathless, but mustered the strength to push her man – no, her son – away weakly.

“This is wrong, this is very wrong,” she choked out, unable to meet his eyes, before pushing open the front door and running out.

/ / /

Zoe was going through her morning routines. It was going to be an easy day with few chores. She canlı bahis siteleri would be alone. Her children had moved out long ago, and her husband had already left for work. Then she was startled by a frantic knocking on her front door. What could be the matter, so early in the day?

Opening the door, she was surprised to see her neighbor Nicole panting, hair disheveled and eyes going in and out of focus, and quickly let her in. Her track pants had a dark patch in a very suggestive area. She helped the younger mother to a couch in the living room.

“Nicole, honey, what happened?” she asked, rubbing comforting circles on her back.

“Son… back… wall… crazy…”

“What?”

“He- door… can I, please… please… sorry- please please-“

“Nicole?”

Without another word, Nicole pushed a hand into her sodden panties and curled up in a fetal position on her neighbor’s couch. She had escaped to this house in confusion but her arousal was driving her so insane that it cracked her sense of propriety. Within seconds of pushing her fingers into her vagina, she came and squirted hard, with some drops flying up out of her pants onto the couch. She carried on fingering until she came a second and third time within a few minutes, and then burst into tears from shame, still curled up.

Zoe, who had been struck speechless as she watched her younger friend masturbate beside her, on her couch, recovered and resumed rubbing circles on her back. The two women were close enough to talk about their sexual escapades, and Nicole had hinted about her disabling sex drive before, but they were hardly close enough to masturbate in front of each other, so this was really a bolt of the blue.

Nicole’s breathing finally slowed and but her face was still red from crying.

“What’s wrong, Nicole?”

“I was- I mean, I think I’m in trouble. I did something really bad.”

A patience silence.

“I think I’m attracted to Cody. Oh shit, Zoe, you cannot tell anybody, please, I wasn’t even going to tell you…”

“Okay, okay, this is really sudden. Do you want to tell me more about it?”

“No- Yes- It’s not that sudden. It’s been going on for a while, I just never told anyone. He… I think he’s been trying to seduce me for a while and things got a little chaotic.”

Oh boy, this is going to be big, Zoe thought.

“Nicole, I think we’ll need to talk about this a lot more. It doesn’t sound like a simple thing. You need to sort your thoughts out a little, and I’ve got to go out for a bit. Is this evening all right with you?”

“Thanks Zoe, I’ll pop by.”

“You’re a mess, girl. If you don’t feel safe with Cody today, tell him to come here to use the gym. Or help me with my lights, or something.”

“I’ll do that.”

Zoe did not voice the other thoughts racing through her mind. Her family found Cody to be an overall good boy, and welcomed him into their home. She felt no ill will when she chatted and joked with him. In the past few months, he had become shy and somewhat evasive talking about his mother. He often came to her place to use the home gym (her husband bought it but seldom used it) but recently there were times when he visited with a raging boner and obviously used the weights to work through his frustration.

These two points seemed unrelated before today, but now Zoe had a suspicion and wanted more information.

/ / /

It was mid-afternoon when Cody let himself in and greeted Zoe. The brunette was lazing in the living room watching an action movie.

“Hi Zoe. Mom said you needed to fix your lights? Or move something?”

“Oh, she did?”

“Well, yeah. She didn’t sound very sure though. I didn’t bring any tools.”

Zoe grinned at her sort-of-nephew-son-pet.

“We’ll get to that later. Grab a beer and sit with me. There’s some good stuff on the telly. I want a Pepsi.”

“Okay…”

Cody did as he was told. Coming to this place as often as he did, it was not unusual for him to chill with Zoe or her husband, especially since their children moved out. He sat down politely beside the older woman. A few minutes later, Zoe spoke up.

“Cody, do you know how old I am?”

“Erm, between forty and fifty?”

“I’m forty-six. Am I ugly?”

“What? No?”

“Aren’t you going to make a move on me? Or are you hoping I will take the lead? Or am I way too old for you?”

Cody gave her an amused look. It was not that uncommon for her to tease him. “What’s the occasion? If you wanted that to happen, you would’ve done it a long time ago. We had plenty of opportunities.”

“There doesn’t need to be a special reason. Today can be our first time.”

“And that shotgun on the mantel, which your husband makes no effort to hide, can shoot a neighbor for the first time too.”

Zoe did a spit-take and they laughed.

“So, no sex?”

“I am honored to have gained your favor, milady, but I have someone in mind.”

Zoe’s smile widened. There were sparks of mischief dancing in güvenilir bahis her eyes. “Have you snagged her yet?”

Cody hesitated. “She’s close to me, but it’s a work in progress.”

Zoe threw an arm over Cody’s neck and yanked him closer. “Come on, lie down. Therapy time!”

“I don’t need therapy.” Cody did not move. It made for a comical scene – the older, smaller woman trying to maneuver him to lie on the couch, while he resisted.

“Therapy time! Head! Lap! Now!”

Cody sighed and obeyed, and they settled into a comfortable position with Zoe sitting upright and Cody lying with his head on her lap, looking up at her face. There really wasn’t much breast obstructing his view – ‘A’ cup, he recalled. Zoe often whined to him that her breasts were way too small even after breastfeeding three children, but his mother had ‘cow tits after just one brat’.

Zoe was tall, matching Cody’s height, while his mother was shorter. Zoe had wavy brown hair that extended just past her shoulders, while Nicole’s sleek blonde hair was a bob cut. Both were slender, with low body fat (apart from Nicole’s breasts) but Zoe was more muscular.

Despite being 46, nearly a decade older than his mother, Zoe was a heck lot more energetic and toned. She used the gym almost as often as he did. From the stories she shared, he knew she could go to insane lengths to get what she wanted. Besides, she seemed to really want to talk about something.

The television was shut off.

“Your mom was here earlier.”

Silence.

“She looked like she had a good hard fucking and wanted more. Just about ripped off my door like a rhino. You should’ve seen her. Do you think she found a man?”

“She did?” Cody could not keep the crestfallen tone out of his answer.

“I think so. It was this morning.”

Cody’s heart sank further, before Zoe continued to speak.

“I reckon it was just before you left for school. You didn’t see her before you left? Did she bring home a man last night?”

There was a short silence as Cody’s mind halted, then started up again. He connected the dots, realized his misunderstanding and blushed. He tried to sit up but Zoe’s hand was already holding his forehead down. She looked down at him, still waiting for an answer.

“No, she didn’t have sex. It was just the two of us. No one else was around.”

The brunette quirked her eyebrow and Cody realized his slip.

“I mean, argh, didn’t, no…” His face was getting hotter.

Zoe had a gentle look on her face and placed a quieting finger on his stammering lips.

“Your mother, Nicole, she looked excited – any idiot could have told you that. But she was afraid too. She’ll probably come here later when you’re gone to talk about it. Do you want to tell me about it?”

“But…”

“Cody. I’m not your family or your girlfriend, and this sounds like a big issue you can’t tell just anyone. But I think we’re close enough to talk about it, even if you don’t want to listen to my opinion afterwards. I did put off your mother to hear your side of the story first. That’s got to mean something to you, surely?”

The youth closed his eyes and sighed. After a few stops and starts, he began to pour out his heart to Zoe, telling her about his feelings, guilt, misgivings, actions and plans to seduce his mother. Zoe listened quietly and stroked his hair.

“You’re pretty serious about this, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I’ve fallen for her. Really, really badly.”

“It’s illegal, and a taboo. You can’t get married, and if you get her pregnant, there’s going to be trouble. Don’t give me that,” she chided as Cody protested, “of course she will get pregnant. If you succeed, you’ll be at home fucking her brains out from morning till night, and through the night, every day. Birth control can’t win that. Also, you’re 19 – that’s pretty young to commit to a woman for life.”

“I’ve thought about all of that and I’m sure mom and I will keep it a secret. You’re the only one I will tell. And she’s the only one for me.”

A long silence followed.

“I’ll help you get together with Nicole. I’ll need to think on it a little, but for now don’t let her know I’m helping you.”

“Really? Why are you helping me?”

“You sound serious about her and you’ll be good for each other.” She paused. “Besides, it’s going to be fun.”

“That’s the real reason, isn’t it?”

Zoe lowered her face to his until her shoulder-length brown hair was draped around his face. The curtain of hair blocked out their surroundings, and the two were isolated in a very intimate way. She usually did this to tease him if they were alone.

“I have a good husband and I’ve been a good, faithful wife. But you don’t know how much action women really want. You don’t even know how horny your mother gets every day. If I play this right, I’ll be able to get some… satisfaction… out of this… side business,” she whispered.

/ / /

That evening, Nicole visited Zoe, this time looking much more civilized. Zoe had ordered her husband to go and play with his other manly friends as she wanted to talk to Nicole privately. She had turned on a voice recorder app on her phone – for in case she ever needed blackmail material to help her matchmaking efforts.

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It was around 8 am on a Saturday when I pulled up to my Moms’ condo. It had been over a year since I had last seen her (at Dads’ funeral) and I was really hoping her grief was finally moderating. I had made it a point to call her every Sunday and had recently noticed an upbeat tone in her voice as well as what seemed to be a more positive outlook on life so I hoped she was finally coming out of the stages of grief.

Hopefully my little surprise would cheer her up even more. It had taken me eight months but I had finally been able to find a new job near Seattle and now I could visit her regularly. I had kept quiet about my move in order to really surprise her and now, with the move accomplished and with my 90 day probationary period over, I had a really wonderful birthday present for her.

With my truck keys in hand, I took the elevator to the top floor, and walked to her door. She had given me the key to the condo at the funeral in case I ever visited and she wasn’t home when I got there so I unlocked her door and walked in. Closing the door quietly I stood still, listening for any clue as to where she was, and silently walked into the living room.

She wasn’t there and a quick glance into the kitchen showed it, too, was empty. The balcony was unoccupied as well although two wine glasses and an empty bottle of wine caused me to smile. Fucking outstanding, I thought to myself, she’s made a friend. I moved towards the hallway and stopped as I considered the implications.

If she was out, looking into her bedroom wasn’t an issue. If, however, she was home with a friend then announcing myself would probably shock her silly especially if they were being intimate.

Given those two options I decided discretion was the better part of valor and retreated to the living room sofa. I sat there for about 5 minutes before I realized if she was being intimate with a friend then one of them (or maybe both) would eventually need the bathroom and having them see me waiting would definitely be uncomfortable for all concerned.

I had just gotten up when movement caught my eye and I saw a man, mid to late thirties, stumble out of Moms’ room. He was about my height but the resemblance ended there. Where my hair was short his hadn’t seen a clipper in quite a few years. He had a beard (which also hadn’t seen a clipper in years) while I was clean shaven. He had a huge beer gut while frequent workouts kept my belly flat and toned.

He saw me, stopped, and growled “Who are you?”

I smiled and said “I’m Helens’ son. I came over hoping to surprise her on her birthday.”

He scratched his matted pubic hair (I noticed he had a small dick), farted loudly, than grinned. “My bitch isn’t seeing company right now.” He gave a coarse laugh and added “Especially family.” He scratched his right armpit, farted again, than showed me an evil smile.

Something about him set my nerves on edge and I realized I had settled into a fighting stance. He seemed oblivious because he smiled and said “On the other hand if you’re that cunts son than maybe you need an ass-fucking too.”

My jaw dropped at his remark and he started to become erect. “It’s been awhile since I had a pretty boy moaning under me. Come to Daddy, boy. Let me give you what I gave your momma.”

Enough was enough. My attack left him flat on his back, grimacing in pain, while I twisted his right wrist in a direction it was not designed to go. I had my foot on his throat and I grinned as I asked him “Who’s moaning now?” He didn’t reply so I twisted his wrist harder and let the pressure from my foot lighten just a little. He screamed in pain and I chuckled a bit before repeating the question.

He just whimpered and shook his head, refusing to answer, and I realized that Mom would really be pissed if I broke her boyfriend beyond mending. “Listen up asshole.” I told him. He looked at me with pain filled eyes and I gave him my patented shark grin.

“I’m going to talk to my Mom. If she says you’re her boyfriend I’ll let you walk away. If she says you’re a rapist then I WILL plant your dead body where no one will ever find you. Are you one hundred fucking percent clear on this?” He just stared at me so I added “If you don’t answer me I’m going to break your wrist.”

“Fuck, please don’t!” he begged in a pained voice. “She picked me up last night and told me to fuck her like a whore.” He moaned as I increased the pressure almost to the breaking point. “She never mentioned she had a son.” His eyes showed no lie as he added “I just did as she asked, man, and then I let my elephant mouth overload my mosquito ass when I saw you. I’m sorry I insulted you, dude.”

I locked gazes with him and nodded. “I still need to talk to my Mom. You had better hope she confirms your story.” He nodded his head and I walked into my Moms’ bedroom. My jaw dropped because she was naked, face down, and pantyhose secured her hands to the headboard. Semen was dribbling out of her ass and from the matted pubic hair she had taken more than one load up her casino siteleri pussy.

Rushing to her bed I asked her “Are you okay, Mom?”

She moaned, turned her head away, and whispered “Oh God, Ronnie, you shouldn’t see me like this.”

“Did that bastard rape you?” I asked and she heard the anger in my voice for she shook her head.

“No, Ronnie, he didn’t rape me. I asked him to do this to me.” She sobbed a couple of times, probably ashamed for me to see her like this, than asked “Would you untie me please?”

I had a hard time working the knots free for they had been pulled tight (I sternly forced my mind away from thinking about exactly why) and finally freed her after a long couple of minutes. I heard movement behind me and glanced up as the asshole darted in, grabbed his clothes and shoes, said “Sorry again, man, I’ll dress in the living room and then split.”

“Turn your head away, Ronnie.” I heard my mother ask and when I did she got up off the bed and walked into the adjoining master bath. I stared at the mattress for a couple of minutes as my mind traveled down some very dark and twisted paths before finally shaking my head and walking out. There are some things a son should never learn about his mother.

I was standing on the balcony, still grappling with what I had seen, when Mom joined me. She is 5 foot tall, and probably weighs no more than 95 pounds. Her reddish-brown hair hangs to her waist when allowed to and she has deep blue eyes, a button nose, and full lips. Her 43 year old figure is stunning with large breasts (for her body type), a narrow waist, a tight butt, and toned thighs and legs.

She’s smart, funny, and most of all practical. Growing up all my friends had loved her and, as we matured, often commented that they wished that they would find someone like her when they married. Some of the guys had made MILF comments but that stopped after I beat a couple of them up.

She came up next to me, and we looked out at Puget Sound for a couple of minutes, then she sighed and said “I wish you would have told me you were coming out here.”

“I’m sorry, Mom, but I wanted to surprise you.” I replied.

She chuckled and said “You did.” I sensed her looking at me so I turned my head and she added “I’m not going to apologize for what you saw.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to, Mom, and it’s really none of my business anyway.” Something had been bothering me and I suddenly realized what it was. I hesitated and seriously considered not delving any deeper but realized I had to know. “When I met what’s-his-name in the hallway he said you had picked him up last night.”

She nodded yes and I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered “Please tell me you didn’t have unprotected sex with a stranger.” I opened my eyes and saw that she was giving me a considering look and I wondered if she would answer or tell me to mind my own business.

She looked back out at the Sound, sighed and wrapped her arms around herself, than turned to face me. “Let’s go inside, son, I would rather not have this conversation out here.” I followed her into the living room and sat on the couch while she sat on the far end of it facing me. “I assume you asked that question because you’re concerned about my contracting S.T.D’s and/or H.I.V?”

I nodded yes and she smiled. “This is going to be a long story, and you’re going to learn some things that will probably shock you, but before I start let me just say that while yes, I did pick up Frank, and yes he was a stranger, I know for certain that he has a clean bill of health.” Before I could say anything she raised a hand to forestall me and continued. “Many years ago your father and I joined a very private club that catered to people who shared the same sexual desires. One of the rules for membership is that each member must submit to a monthly blood test to determine if they have an S.T.D. and I met Frank through the club directory.” She paused as if to invite a question so I jumped in.

“So this isn’t something new?” I asked. “I mean it’s not a reaction to Dads’ death?”

She shook her head and then said “Oh no, Ron, not new at all.” She looked down at her hands for a moment than asked me if I would open a bottle of wine. I went into the kitchen and spent several minutes fulfilling her request and when I went back into the living room she was staring out into space with a small smile on her face.

I filled two glasses and set the bottle on the glass table which caused mother to frown so I quickly placed a coaster under it and, as I handed her a wine glass, she rewarded me with a smile of thanks. I settled onto my end of the sofa while she stared into her wine glass as if the secrets of the universe were contained within it.

“I think you know your father and I met when I was 17 and he was 19?” She looked up in time to see my affirmative nod and continued. “The day after my eighteenth birthday he took me out to see a movie and invited me to his apartment afterwards.”

A small smile was canlı casino playing across her mouth as she said “I knew I shouldn’t but your father was so charming I accepted. He had a bottle of champagne and after a couple of glasses I was quite giddy.” She looked at me and the small smile became a grin as she added “I was a terrible tease back then and I teased your father one too many times.”

She sipped her wine (I had forgotten I was also holding a glass so I did likewise) and after a moment continued. “I forget how it started but I said something and your father replied that I should have my bottom spanked. I dared him to try and suddenly I was across his lap, my skirt was up, and he was spanking me.”

She shifted on the couch and her eyes were far away as she re-lived the moment. “I felt his erection pressing against my abdomen and I don’t know if it was that, or the champagne, or the burning pain he was inflicting on my backside but I suddenly climaxed.” Her eyes refocused and she told me “I had played with myself before, as all girls will, but the pleasures I had given myself paled in comparison to this. It was like a supernova deep within me.”

She was breathing heavily and her nipples were threating to cut right through her t-shirt as she continued. “By the time I had recovered I was flat on my back on the floor, my panties were gone, and your father was in me.”

She gave a little giggle and said “He raped me, thrusting his hard dick in and out, and I enjoyed every damn minute of it. It was a hell of a night, Ron, a hell of a night.” We both sipped our wine and she added “I lost my virginity, learned I could have multiple orgasms, and became pregnant.”

I damn near spilled my wine I was so surprised and she must have seen it for she nodded her head at me and leaned back onto the sofa. “He took me three times that night, Ron, that first time on the floor and then twice more in his bed. To this day the best I can describe it is like being in a small rowboat on a raging ocean. A wave would take me as high as the sky and then I would slide down the backside. I would rest in the trough for a moment then another wave would take me away.”

She giggled again and told me “By the time he was done I was almost delirious with pleasure but of course I couldn’t let him know that so I nagged him to drive me home, which he did, and then he fled in fear of my fathers’ wrath.” She gave me a wry grin and said “To say that your grandparents were less than thrilled about their eighteen year old daughter coming home at three in the morning reeking of sex would be a massive under-statement.”

I grinned, then laughed, and said “A real Oh Shit moment, no doubt for all sides, so what happened next?”

She smiled and replied “Well, of course Father insisted I have no more contact with the violator of his daughter, Mother lectured me firmly about the dangers of unprotected sex once I admitted to her your Dad hadn’t used protection, and your Father actually wrote an apology letter which was smuggled to me by your great-aunt Christine.”

By this time I was in stitches and Mom was openly laughing. “What none of them knew was that all I wanted was your father between my legs so I could go to paradise again.” She threw her head back and howled in laughter. “Score one for the studs in life, Ron, in which your father ranked at the top of my list.”

She drained her glass and held it out to me. I set mine down (still half full) poured her another, retrieved my own, and waited for her to continue.

She stared into her full glass and quietly said “I was amazed, and confused, when I missed my period. I didn’t say anything because good girls didn’t get knocked up before they got married.”

My burst of laughter startled her and she asked “What’s so funny, Ron?”

“I was just thinking of a joke about good girls and nice girls.” I replied. Her body posture invited the tag line so I said “A good girl goes to a party, goes home, and goes to bed. A nice girl goes to a party, goes to bed, and goes home.”

She was sipping her wine when I delivered the punch line and she laughed, causing a fine mist to moisten the carpet, than she set her glass down. “Oh my God, Ronnie, well put. In your Fathers’ case I was definitely a NICE girl.”

I grinned at her and, attempting to get her back on track, said “So it was a double ring wedding?”

“Both barrels, kiddo.” (She had obviously caught that joke!) “One week after I announced I was pregnant we were married. Charlene White, my best friend, was my maid of honor while Jack Carter was your fathers’ best man.”

I smiled and said “No doubt Grand-dad was lurking in the background ready to defend the family honor.”

She gave a crow of laughter and said “Lurking my ass, he was in the front row, shotgun and all, with mother standing next to him reminding him it was bad form to shoot the father of their grandchild!”

I stood up and said “Mom, I’m so glad we had this talk, and I hate to cut it short but I have a couple of kaçak casino presents for you.”

She made a sit down motion with her free hand and replied “We’re not done yet.” so I sat back down. “On our honeymoon night your father was gentle, considerate, kind, and attentive. I had one small orgasm, which was quite unsatisfactory, and cried myself to sleep.”

“We talked about it the next morning, or rather I talked and he listened, and that night he tied me to the bed and spanked me. He called me filthy names as he fucked me, and then he stuffed a coke bottle into my….” she stopped herself, blushed, and continued “Well, no need to get too graphic. Suffice it to say I had a lot of really powerful orgasms that night.”

She was, once again, staring into her wine glass. I watched as her hand tightened around the wine stem so hard I was half afraid she would break it. “I was so ashamed afterwards, knowing that I liked rough sex and being dominated, that I actually thought about killing myself.” She looked at me again and smiled. “Good girls don’t do that.”

I thought about nice girls but refrained from saying so. She shook her hair (which had fallen across her face during her confession) and said lightly “Fortunately for you I talked to my mother and, in what was probably our only frank discussion about sex, she confessed she had the same thoughts but that Father was too kind, or too afraid, to treat her roughly and she was too timid to suggest it.”

This time it was I that stared into my wine glass. Her story had resonated deep within me and I realized then that I was my fathers’ son.

“Anyway, after your father died I quit going to the club, quit having sex for that matter, just sort of drifted along. About 2 months ago I came to the realization that I needed sex the way I needed food or drink so I went back. Frank is the fourth man I’ve had sex with and, quite frankly, they’ve all been very poor lovers.” She sighed deeply and her eyes filled with tears as she concluded “Without some kind of emotional attachment sex is just sweaty work for me.” She fought the tears but they won and she cried out “Oh God I miss him soooo much.” before sobbing into her cupped hands.

I quickly set my glass down, slid over to her, and wrapped my arms around her. She rested her face on my chest, her arms around my neck, and cried for a long time. I have never felt more helpless as my mother cried and all I could do was rub her back and make comforting sounds.

Her sobs became sniffles and then finally went away entirely. I handed her some tissues from the box she kept on the side table and watched as she dried her eyes and blew her nose. She gave me a weak smile, kissed my cheek, and said “I’m glad you’re here. How long can you stay?”

I smiled at her and said “Mom, I’ve been hiding a secret from you.” I thought for a moment then added “2 secrets.”

She instantly looked worried and asked “What secrets? Why hide them from me?” Her face paled and she whispered “Oh my god, you’re not sick are you?”

I shook my head and gave a little laugh. “I kept the first one secret because I wanted to surprise you and I was never going to tell you the second secret at all. Okay, the first secret is that after Dad died I started job seeking in the Seattle area because I didn’t want you to be all alone. Three months ago I found one. My 90 day probationary period was up yesterday and I’ve got a real estate agent helping me find a house.”

Her eyes widened, she flashed me a high wattage smile and, with a glad cry hugged me. “I’m so happy you’re here, Ron, and that I’ll be able to see you more often. This is the best birthday present I can think of.” she whispered in my ear before giving me a kiss on the cheek.

I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her before spilling my second secret. I hesitated a moment because I really wasn’t sure how she would take it. Taking a deep breath I looked into her eyes and began. “Do you remember saying how I was just like father? Same color hair and eyes, same way of walking, of how we could almost be twins?” She nodded yes so I continued. “Up until today I didn’t realize we had something else in common.”

She looked puzzled and a bit confused so I asked her “Do you remember me talking about Janet?” She nodded again and I gently said “She was my sub.” She didn’t catch on at first but I could tell when it sank in. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped and she made as if to back away from me but I held her in a firm grip.

“She didn’t want to move to Seattle so I freed her shortly before I left.” Mom still wasn’t processing too well so I spelled it out. “I was her Master and she was my sexually submissive slave.” Looking into her eyes I saw something I never ever wanted to see. I swear I could see the fear growing in her and as she started to struggle against my grip I gave her a firm shake and said “Stop that, Mother.” in a commanding tone.

To my surprise, she stopped moving, but the fear in her eyes remained so I lifted my hands from around her waist, gently placed them on her shoulders, and softly said “You are my Mother and I love you, honor you, and respect you. I will never try to get you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with and I will never bring this subject up again.”

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I licked my lips, and stood up. I took a step to the couch, and realized that the panties were still looped around my knees I hiked them up, and stepped forward.

“Scoot over,” I said. “I want to lay next to you.”

Lee wordlessly scooted all the way over to the left side of the couch. I watched his cock jerk and bounce as he did so. His cock did not waver an inch. Even after dropping a huge load, it was still rigid. I knew then that we were going to be in for a marathon of a night.

“Looks like that thing likes me,” I said.

“That, he does,” Lee replied, still breathing hard. “That, he does.”

“I want you to lean back, and relax,” I said. “Turn on the TV if you want. I want to make out with your good friend for a while.”

“My good friend?” Lee asked.

I shook my head, and leaned across his body. I grabbed his cock, and angled it toward my face. “This good friend,” I replied, wrapping my lips around his cock.

His cock instantly twitched in my mouth, and I could taste a fresh run of precum. I began to wonder how many times I could get this guy off in the course of the night. I guessed that it had been a while since his last sexual experience. He seemed instantly ready for round two, though I had wanted to pace things out. I didn’t want to spend him too quick, and have the guy pass out on me early. I pulled off of his cock, and started licking its head.

“Mmm,” Lee said. “That feels good.”

“I like having your cock in my mouth,” I said. “Any time you want this thing sucked, just give me a call.”

I bobbed a couple of times, going balls deep on my second time around. I felt Lee’s thighs tense up. I squeezed his right thigh softly with my left hand.

“Just relax,” I said, deepthroating him again. “Let me do all the work here. I want to spend some time with your friend. If you want to shoot, go ahead. But just relax.”

Lee exhaled deeply, and I returned to my duty of slowly making out with his cock.

Three minutes later, I heard a vibrating sound. Lee reached over to the end table, and picked up his cell phone.

“It’s bahis firmaları Alan,” Lee said. “He’s asking me if we’re having any fun yet.”

“What are you going to tell him?” I asked, again sliding my mouth slowly to the base of his cock.

Lee hissed. “Oh, that we’re having fun all right.”

I pulled up, and slurped up some spit that was around the head of his cock. “Good. I’m glad that you’re having fun.”

“Of course I’m having fun,” Lee replied. “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re totally awesome. I can’t believe Alan has never said anything about you. I was out here a year and a half ago.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Me and Alan have a weird thing going on. We can go months with nothing.”

Lee scoffed. “I don’t know why. I’d be around every day, if I lived here.”

“You barely even know me though.”

Lee ran his hand gently through my hair. “You’ve made quite an impression.”

I licked a glob of precum from the slit of his penis. I guessed he had a point. I had just sucked his dick, let him fuck me, and swallowed his cum from a condom. And now, I was sucking his dick again. I thought that I was doubtful that he had ever received such attention. I told myself that I probably should have taken things slower, but with that big, hard cock inches from my mouth, I only deepthroated him again. Besides, I did not have too much to be afraid of. In nine days, Lee would be back on a plane, heading to some bank in Cincinnati. If Lee became too clingy, I figured that the distance would keep him tame to some degree.

“Quite an impression,” I repeated. A part of me liked receiving compliments.

“Yeah,” Lee said. “Let me tell you, I’ve had a shortage of awesome people in my life.”

While I knew that I had to be careful—that this guy was a stage or two away from telling me that he loved me—hearing him call me awesome enticed me. I wanted to show him awesome. I wanted to wholly and completely define the word for him. I wanted to be that meaning.

I stood up, and slid my panties to the floor. The room had started to get hot, so I took off the XXL kaçak iddaa tee shirt I was wearing. I was now totally naked before him.

“Stay there,” I said. “I want to sit on your cock.”

I turned, and bent over, slowly dropping my ass toward his cock. Lee picked up a fresh condom from the nightstand. I grabbed his dick, and stroked it a couple of times. I looked at him and shook my head.

“I want the real thing this time,” I said. “You think you can give me the real thing?”

Lee dropped the condom, and it fell somewhere in the margin between the couch and the nightstand. I lowered another couple of inches, and could feel the tip of his cock against my ass. I angled his cock an inch to the left, and could feel it press against my hole.

Still, his cock was larger than I was used to, and it was quite a stretch to get him in. My ass did not slide freely down it, until it was more than halfway down. I still took it slow—so slow that it felt as though I was sitting—sinking on a 24-inch cock. When Lee was balls deep, I sat there in place, and exclaimed a quiet: whew. While I had just been pounded by that thing some minutes before, it still felt like quiet a feat taking the whole thing in.

“Damn,” I said, reaching below to massage Lee’s balls with my fingertips. “I feel that. I love having your cock in my ass.”

I started gyrating my hips, and grinding my ass into his crotch.

“Does that feel good?” I asked.

“Mmmm-hmmm,” Lee replied. “You have no idea just how good that feels.”

I put my palms on his thighs, and pushed myself up a couple inches, and slid back down. Lee thrust his hips as I bottomed out on him, and sent a huge chill up my spine. There really is no way for me to be sure, but I don’t think that I have been more deeply penetrated before or since.

“I like when you go deep,” I said, lifting myself up again. “See if you can do that again.”

I slid back down, and again Lee thrust into me. It was not as deep as before, but I still felt chills, and goosebumps along my arms and legs.

“Keep doing that,” I said. “That kaçak bahis feels good. Your cock is making me feel good.”

Lee seemed to become excited by the encouragement. He was no longer the timid man, worried about hurting me. Now, he was thrusting in me as though trying to hurt me. But with every thrust, I felt a wave of chills roll through my body. We quickened our rhythm until wave over wave started rolling through me; just as one ebbed another started to climb and radiate through me.

It was no more than three minutes of this that something unexpected happened. I felt an orgasm buildup from somewhere far away. Every chill down my spine brought me closer to this. I continued to rise, and fall, and let Lee crash into me for another minute.

“Oh, Lee,” I said. “Don’t stop. I’m going to cum.”

Lee, ever responding to encouragement, started to thrust violently in me.

My orgasm rushed through me, and I shuddered against Lee’s touch. I came hard, shooting all across Alan’s carpet. The orgasm was long. The orgasm was intense as it pulsed its way through me. For a second there, I had a legitimate concern that Lee had just fucked me into a seizure. Once the orgasm began to subside, I leaned back into Lee—both our bodies slick with sweat—and I started to laugh quietly. I gripped onto Lee’s knee in fears that gravity was going to get the best of me.

“What’s so funny?” Lee asked, panting between his words.

“Nothing’s funny,” I replied. “Just that that was pretty good. See? You’re not the only one having fun.”

A few seconds later, once I thought that I had my wits about me, I slid off Lee and stood up. His erect penis bounced a few times, as though beckoning me to come back. It did not need to. I was coming back, beckoning or no.

“It’s hot in here,” I said. “Come on, Lee. Why don’t we take a shower, and cool down a second before I finish you off. I think that I need to adjust Alan’s thermostat. He’s one of the weirdos from Phoenix. He thinks that anything under 86 degrees is cold. No kidding, the guy wears sweaters and jackets until May.”

Lee stood up, and followed me into the restroom. “I thought so, too. But thought it was only me.”

Once Lee was close enough behind me, I reached back and grabbed his cock—still erect—and led him to the restroom like that.

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I’ve been seeing my current boyfriend for almost two years. This is a very accurate day in my life with regard to that.

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I love the way my hand opens and closes around him. My pink fingernail polish sets his cock off nicely. He’s so big! 9 ½”, I know because he let me measure it once, teased me about doing that after he made me measure my little thing too. My little penis barely 3″ when erect, I am little-boy like. I feel my sissy-like thing squirm in my panties as I do what he likes, do one of his favorite things. I masturbate him. I love giving him hand jobs. I get to see his cock up close, watch it and him respond to my teasing and the things I do to drive him crazy.

He is slippery and shiny with K-Y jelly. His cock is covered in it. The slippery, squishy and sticky sound of my hand moving on him is punctuated with his moans and heavy breathing, that and him saying ‘fuck!’ or Ahhh!’ a lot. I love how my fingers squeeze shut as my fist reaches the top of the head of it and then open back up slowly as my hand moves down and over his shaft. He is so thick that I can barely get my fist closed around it. And so hard, he is like a rock. When he fucks me it’s like having a hard rubber or metal dildo put up inside of me. I know that feeling intimately, have felt it too many times to count!

I can feel every vein of his erection as I move my hand over it. I particularly love the edge of the bottom of its head, so big! I stop every now and then at the base of the head. I close my thumb and middle finger in a tight circle and hold it up just below the head. I move the tip of my index finger over the hole of it, push down gently into his urethra and make tiny little circles in his precum. I know that makes him squirm and wiggle. I love the feeling of power doing that to him.

“Fuck! Ooooo…my god…uh…What are you doing?…ahhh, oooo, don’t stop…”

He is lost to my hand. He gasps as he says that to me, his eyes closed. I love the sounds, the noises, he makes when I do this for him. He tenses. I see his muscular upper legs tighten, shake and stiffen, raise slightly off of the bed as he arches his back. I feel his butt tighten in my other hand. I feel him clench his cheeks as he lays on the bed next to me, my fingertips just barely into the crack of his rear end. I am sitting up with my legs tucked up under me, one hand under his butt, the other on his beautiful erection, sitting beside him. I am slightly kneeling and looking down at him. He is naked. And he is gorgeous. I look down over his cock and balls, the hard abs of his stomach, his well developed and muscled body. He is the man that owns me. And I feel my little thing stir, get wet on the end as I look at him and think about what I am for him. I’ll do anything for him and he knows it.

I feel his firm right cheek in my hand as I grip him, hold him in place as my other hand strokes and works on his cock. I pump his cock slowly and methodically. I fuck him with my hand. He loves this!

“Do you like that, Daddy? I want you too. I love doing this for you.”

I purr to him. His eyes are closed. I see him bite his lip slightly as I lean forward and kiss just the end of it. His hands palm down on the bed at his sides, I see his fingers dig into the sheet and close, clutch them in his fists.

“Uh, uh, uh…yessss…fuck…you hot little bitch, don’t stop…ahhhh…”

I am wearing sheer panties, cute little ruffles in the back with a sheer white front panel. My soft penis shows a wet spot on the end of it through my girly underpants. I am wearing lace top thigh high stockings with little pink bows in the back at the top of each. My shoes are 3″ spike heel open-toe pumps, shiny patent leather showing off my pink toenails. My hair and makeup are perfect, super model like. I went blonde canlı bahis for him today, big blonde hair with a pink bow in the front over sexy bangs. Baby smooth top to bottom with a lubricated tight little hole, not messy, just slippery enough for instant access, that is what he likes. I met him at the door like this with a sexy little silk short robe over it all that barely covered my rear end. He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me deeply as soon as he came in the door. He pinned me to the wall and French kissed me. Off came the robe, he slipped it down over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor as he put his hand down the back of my panties and pushed his middle finger into my slippery little hole. He made me come up onto my toes.

“Oh my.”

That was all I said as he took his tongue out of my mouth, pulled his lips off of me and finger fucked me. He pulled his finger out of me and pushed it into my mouth. I hate when he does that but never deny him.

“I’ve been thinking of that little ass of yours all day. Let’s go.”

He slipped his finger out of my mouth and took me firmly by my arm and led quickly up to my bedroom. As soon as we got there I didn’t have to be told. I undressed him. I took his clothing off of him like the good little, dirty little, sexy little girl I am for him. I am his mistress. I do what pleases him. I’ve been doing this for him for almost two years now. I know what he wants even before he says it.

When I knelt in front of him and took his shoes, sox and pants off, I took my time pulling his underwear down slow and off of him. I let his semi erect cock fall out in front of my face. I let it bounce in front of me and kissed it while looking up at him. When he was naked he went to my bed and laid down.

“Jack me off. Get over here. Put that slippery stuff on your hand.”

That was all he said. I know what he likes. I know how to do this for him. I took K-Y from the night stand drawer next to my bed. I wanted to fix my lipstick but I didn’t. I didn’t want to keep him waiting. I’ve heard that tone before, that demanding tone that means, ‘NOW!’.

I feel him throb in my hand. I love that feeling. I bend forward and flick the hole of his cock, run the pointy end or my tongue up it as my hand slides down the full length of his shaft to his balls. Just a quick lick with the point of my tongue makes his whole body shake. I push into his hole.

“FUCK! Ohhhhhhhhh…”

He leans straight up, puts his hand under my arm into the pit. I feel him grab my panties with his other hand and rip them down. He almost tears them. I hurry to raise myself up to accommodate him stripping off my underpants. It all happened so quickly I almost fell off the bed. I feel him yank me over on top of him. I sit up on top of him, feel his hard cock push up against my butt. With my legs to his sides I raise up to let him into me. I know what he wants.

“Ahhhh, ohhhh…”

I cry out. I always do. It hurts when he first enters me, separates me like that. It’s so big and it never gets easier to take him in for the first time. He holds his cock up with one hand, reaches around and grabs my right cheek with his other and pulls my rear end apart. I feel it at my tight little hole, feel the huge head of it press against me and separate me. And then it’s in me. All the way, quickly, I cry out, loud. He says nothing. He just grunts, moans as he pushes deep into me and pulls back out slightly, stabbing me the way he does. I feel every inch of it. I feel the huge head of it deep inside of me. I feel his hand pull out from between my legs, brush roughly against my little balls. I wince, whimper, cry out, letting his cock go up into me deeper. I feel him take my hips in his hands as he lays back down onto the bed. He moves me up and down on him, ignores my whimpering bahis siteleri and crying out, as he holds me tightly in his hands and starts to fuck.

I sit straight up on top of him. My tiny soft little boy like penis bounces as he fucks me. It feels like his cock is in my throat, all the way up inside of me to my throat! When he comes thirty minutes later I have tears in my eyes. I feel the tiny bruises he will leave on my hips with his fingertips, feel them dig into me. I feel cum drip from my butt, down over his erection and onto the bed with the first powerful spurts. He gushes, he cums huge. He always does the first time. I feel five strong spurts and then several weaker ones. The bed is soaked. The crack of my rear end is covered with him. I am full of him and ready to explode.

He holds me up tightly in place and milks himself to the end, the last drop.

“Oooo, that’s the way it’s supposed to be, little girl. That’s it.”

He pulls himself out of me. I feel it ‘pop’ out as my butt, feel my little hole around him to the end of his cock as he pulls free of me. He lifts me off of him, almost pushes me off the bed. I don’t have to be told or asked. I move down between his legs and start to suck him clean. He lays back on the pillow with his arm across his eyes, lays back and says nothing as I lick, suck and swallow.

“You know, there is nothing like that tight little ass of yours. Nothing. This never gets old, Princess.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

I put him into my mouth all the way. Even soft he is huge. I suck and lick the last of me and him off of his cock. I pull my mouth off of him and hold it up as I concentrate on licking and sucking his balls clean.

“My daughter went back to college today. Her boyfriend picked her up and drove her back to campus. I don’t even want to think about what he does with her like I do with you.”

He laughed as I ran my tongue up between his legs, buried my face into his crotch as I licked his inner cheeks below his balls. I pushed my tongue up and flicked his hole, felt him squirm.

“You really are a good girl. Every man should have a sissy mistress like you. My wife isn’t half as hot as you are. And she’s hot, Princess. But she won’t do the things you do. Don’t think I don’t appreciate that, you hot little bitch.”

I feel his hand on the back of my head.

“And you are a hungry little bitch. That is the best kind.”

He sat up, pushing my face and head back slightly. He reached down and took his soft penis in his hand and held it up, pointed it toward my face. I took it into my mouth. I run my flat tongue across the bottom of the head of it, over the hole. I pulled up onto my knees, pushed my rear up and out, arched my back. I knew he could see my butt in the mirror. I could feel his cum run out of me and down my left leg across the top of my stocking.

“I love doing this for you. I could do it every day.”

I put him back into my mouth after pulling him out, looking up at him and whispering that to him. He looked at me in the mirror, didn’t see my face as I said that. I felt him start to get hard again as I worked on him. As his cock grew bigger in my mouth I started to pump it, masturbate it with my mouth. I felt my little thing bounce between my legs as I pushed my butt out with my legs spread slightly. I was on my knees bending down over him. I moved my head up and down on him.

“You really are the perfect girl. You are…uhhhh, oooo….”

When he came the second time he took me by the sides of my head. He held me tightly as he came in my mouth. I can never get him all the way into my mouth, can only get just over ¾ of it into my mouth before I start to choke. When he came and the first spurt of it hit the back of my throat I felt him pull my face down onto him. I choked slightly bahis şirketleri and felt his cum explode in mouth and run out around the edges of my lips. He held me tightly and fucked my mouth as I struggled to swallow for him. When he finished he pulled me up and off of him. He pulled my face up toward him. He pulled me up and top of him, face to face. He smiled at me, saw my cum covered lips, my smeared lipstick.

“Go fix your makeup, you’re a mess. You’re too cute to be such a smeared up little girl. Go.”

He patted my bare butt. I pulled myself up off of him and up off of the bed and walked to my makeup room. He was right. I was a mess. I could feel my butt throb as it always does after he uses me like that. I felt it throb in a good kind of numb way. I love that feeling.

When I went back to the bedroom he was gone, his clothes up off the floor. I went downstairs and found him at my front door. He just stood there with my silk robe in his hands. He put it over my shoulders, helped me back into it.

“You, Princess, are special. Don’t ever forget that. And you’re mine. Don’t ever forget that either.”

He put his hand on my naked butt when he said that, squeezed it.

“I do it for you, Daddy. Only for you. You own me. I want you to love that.”

“I do. And don’t think I don’t appreciate that I can be demanding with you. If I had more time I’d put that slutty little butt over my lap and spank you, have you do your dirty little show for me too. You know I love my little bitch when she’s being a whore. Next time.”

I know he likes that, watching me masturbate while standing in front of him, finger fucking myself with one hand, struggle to make myself cum with my other, while he times me. My ‘dirty little show’, he likes to tease about that.

“When will you visit me again? You know I want you here every day. I’d do this for you every day, you know I would. And I hate that you have to leave so quickly!”

I moved up close to him, pushed myself up into him. I kissed his ear.

“I’ll be back day after tomorrow. She’s out of town for two days. I’ll have time to let you take care of me then. And don’t think I don’t appreciate your hungry always-ready attitude. I know what you need. And I like to be the man that feeds that. Next time maybe all in red. You know the outfit I’m talking about.”

He brought his hand down so hard across my bare butt it made me come up onto my toes. A loud ‘SLAP’ reverberated off of my hallway walls as I cried out sharply, felt some more of his cum run out of me.

“Daddy! Ooooooo…”

“I have to go. You think about what you just did, think about the fact that I can have you like that anytime I like. Princess, you be a good girl.”

He kissed my cheek. I know he’ll never kiss me after he cums in my mouth, especially after he’s fucked my rear end. I didn’t put my mouth up toward him. I felt him pet my butt, run his hand over my cheeks. I pushed up against him.

“Bye, Daddy. I’m your little girl. You now that.”

He opened the door and walked out. I watched him walk to his car. I closed the door and went slowly back upstairs to my bathroom. I did what I always do after he leaves. I stood in front of it and masturbated. I looked at the little bitch in the full length mirror. I felt my wet rear end, his cum in me and all over me between my cheeks. I could taste his cum in my mouth, taste my rear end in my mouth. I masturbated slowly looking at the ‘girl’ in the mirror. I am his mistress. I am his. I am his sex toy. I am his. I am his dirty girl. I am his.

I came all over the floor. Slowly dripping cum from the end of my soft little thing as my hand moved over it, I watched the short little baby like spurts. I caught some of it in my hand. I smeared it across my freshly madeup lips. I smiled as I looked at what I saw before me in the mirror. I stayed full of him for the rest of the day. I left the mess on the bed and floor. I left the mess on my face too.

I felt like the whore I am. I felt wonderful!

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Author’s Note:

Yay! A return to the world of Deviant Spawn! Finally, lol.

Due to the length, I’ve broken this story up into 4 parts, each about 2 to 4 pages in length. Don’t despair (I know I’m horrible about posting quick updates), the story is already completed in full and all chapters have been submitted. No long wait for parts 2, 3 & 4!

If you guys enjoy reading about my boys, and if you haven’t already done so, then check out WickedWendyDru’s awesome series Dust & Ash. Dust & Ash is also about a band & my boys/Jazzy will feature in some of the later chapters.

Just a few words of warning on A Deviant Spawn Betrayal. First, as if the name doesn’t totally give this away, the tone of this story is completely different than Rory’s. Completely. As you’ll immediately see, everything is not peaches and cream with Shane & Rev. You’ve been warned…

Second, I don’t want my readers to be jarred unexpectedly, so you should know this story is told in 2 different tenses. I received an anonymous comment on A Deviant Spawn Christmas that I should write the story about what happened between Shane & Rev on Christmas Eve and I liked the suggestion so much I took it and expanded on it. Don’t know who you are, Anon, but thanks for the idea! So, the flashbacks are told from a 1st person perspective while the rest of the story is told from a 3rd person perspective. Both perspectives are Shane’s and, for the most part, they are at complete opposite ends of the emotion spectrum. In essence, this story is 2 stories rolled together into 1.

Lastly, for all my music aficionados, I’ll tell you upfront which songs Shane & Rev made me think of. Creep by Radiohead really puts me in the mind of Shane while Snuff by Slipknot makes me think of them both but more so Rev. If you know anything about these 2 songs, then I think you already know what the tone of part of this story is going to be.

And I want to give a heartfelt thanks to avidreader_01 for being my Beta reader.

As always, comments & suggestions are welcome.

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“You ruined my fucking life.”

~Linda Wilkinson to nine year old son Shane~

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February 4, 2011

Shane Wilkinson stood on the tips of his toes, craning his head this way and that, searching for a familiar face in the baggage claim section of JFK airport. In particular, Shane searched for one familiar face. He searched for the face of the person who’d convinced him to fly up from Orlando for a quick visit starting the Friday before and ending the day after Deviant Spawn’s last concert of their current tour.

Despite his serious misgivings, Shane had agreed to dunh, dunh, dunh…The Visit, as he’d come to think of the trip, when his best friend Rory had suggested it. Rory claimed to be in desperate need of something from his past to help keep himself grounded in his new whirlwind lifestyle as the fiancé of Taz, the mega-celebrity lead singer of Deviant Spawn. And since Taz had arranged a fast approaching, extended vacation to Massachusetts for him and Rory to plan their upcoming May wedding, thereby preventing Rory from visiting home anytime soon, Rory had decided a visit from Shane would be the perfect solution.

Shane was well aware the reason presented by Rory as the basis for The Visit was bogus. The real reason had to do with Rory’s need to make sure with his own two eyes, before he jetted off to Boston with Taz, that Shane was doing as good as Shane often assured him he was during their near nightly phone conversations. Because, afterwards, Rory would be too busy to hound Shane as he critiqued possible wedding sites, bitched over dry cake tastings and ripped new assholes for his flaming, bourgeois wedding consultants.

And the argument with the florist was sure to be an epic distraction all of its own accord once Taz’s color choice for flowers was revealed. Shane could just imagine how the whole scene would play out: Yes, Rory did know black roses were morbid and, no, he didn’t care that stargazer lilies were a trendy alternative while still being nontraditional unless they, too, could be provided in the needed quantities in black.

Certain aspects of Shane’s not so distant past fueled Rory’s concern for him. And a couple incidents had occurred a few weeks ago, incidents Shane refused to talk about, which worried Rory. Rory was convinced the incidents could prove to be just enough to launch Shane head first into a depression Shane had barely beaten the first time around.

In theory, much as Shane dreaded the inevitable confrontation with his best friend, there wasn’t much about The Visit for him to stress about. All of his expenses were being paid, after all. Plus, Deviant Spawn did hold the spot of being his favorite rock band of all time. And not only was he going to be spending time with Rory, Shane was going to be seeing Deviant Spawn perform for free…for the second time. And by rights of his friendship with Rory, Shane would also güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri be mingling and hobnobbing with the three men who made up the band…for the second time.

And The Visit certainly beat the hell out of spending yet another weekend without Rory, his bestest ever, his only bestest, to get into mayhem with. Because the thought of that just sucked. Majorly.

But there was a drawback. The reason behind Shane’s misgivings. And it was a doozy, one which sent the theory flying right out the door.

The Visit would make seeing Revelin again unavoidable.

Revelin St. James. Deviant Spawn’s lead guitarist. Deviant Spawn’s awesomely hot and gay lead guitarist. Who Shane had had a one night stand with on Christmas Eve. Followed by a totally embarrassing meltdown over the man on Christmas Day. And an emotionally painful encounter with him seven days later on the first day of the New Year.

The incidents Shane refused to talk about.

But Shane could deal with seeing Revelin again. He would deal with seeing Revelin again.

Because, truth be told, Rory wasn’t the only person with an ulterior motive. Shane’s agreeing to The Visit had very little to do with keeping his best friend rooted in reality. And a whole lot to do with Revelin.

Shane hoped for the opportunity to speak in private to his one-time lover about what had occurred between the two of them. But Shane was afraid Revelin would reject his request to talk, would reject Shane’s explanation for his actions on New Year’s Day even if he did agree to talk—thus, the basis of the uncertainty Shane felt towards The Visit in general.

After his scan confirmed Rory still wasn’t in the vicinity, Shane rocked back onto the heels of his feet. There was an older couple to his right who, from the look of the mountain of Louis Vuitton bags piled in front of them, had decided to lug the contents of their entire house across the country. And was waiting for yet more of their crap to arrive.

A quick glance around revealed most of the people from his flight already had at least one of their bags in their possession, making Shane wonder what Jet Blue god he’d pissed off. He’d been standing there for fifteen minutes, just like his fellow passengers, waiting for his luggage to be unloaded. However, unlike his fellow passengers, Shane’s luggage consisted of a single bag.

To Shane’s left, just behind him, stood three college age girls. The fourth member of their group stood right by Shane’s side. The guy wore his obviously bleached, nape length locks swooped down over one eye and, from what Shane could see of the visible one, his eyes were tinted a deep shade of honey. He was the same height as Shane, slim—almost willowy—with a pointy, upturned nose and lips which appeared well suited for the forming of flirty, mischievous grins.

Somehow, the guy had been relegated by his female companions as the retriever of bags while the trio occupied themselves in other ways. Mainly, the three seemed to be entertaining one another by seeing who could sigh the loudest, stomp their feet the hardest and devise the most interesting manner to elsewise indicate their impatience.

Shane totally got their frustration. He was two seconds from indulging in a bit of stomping of the combat boots of his own when the guy spoke to him in a voice so high it barely qualified as masculine. “Let me guess…here for the Deviant Spawn concert.”

I’m here for Revelin, Shane thought. “Something like that. You?”

“Uh, yeah. Hello, you do know that Taz is getting married in a few months, right? It’ll take much longer than normal for the guys to put their next album together and to hit the road on another tour.” The guy stuck a hand out. “Eric.”

Shane grasped the extended member. “Shane.”

Eric’s wrist was limp, his grip inconsequential. “You from the Orlando area, Shane?”

And the handshake lasted far longer than Shane would’ve liked. The need to wipe off the feel of Eric’s dead fish touch was an overpowering urge he had to fight hard against. “Pine Hills.”

“Crime Hills? You actually live there? In peace? Make that, you live there in one piece?” A grimace flitted across Eric’s face. But he quickly covered his disgusted reaction with an, “Ignore me. Especially since we’re practically neighbors. I attend UCF,” he explained, studying Shane. “Actually, do we already know each other? You look real familiar…”

“We’ve never met,” Shane replied, positive his answer was the truth. Just as positive he knew why Eric thought he looked familiar.

“Er-ric!” one of the girls whined. “Pay attention! You just let one of my bags go by!”

“Either shut the fuck up, Jessie, or waddle your ass up here and grab your own damn bags,” Eric said with a toss of his head.

The girl muttered, “I will, just as soon as your new weirdo of a friend moves out of my way.”

“Better watch your mouth, bitch. My new weirdo güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri of a friend lives in Pine Hills. I bet he can beat you up.”

“Who you calling a bitch, slut?”

“Who you calling a slut, bitch?”

Shane mumbled in response, not really saying anything, but just making a sound to acknowledge the two friends’ catty swipes at each other. Ready to be away from the foursome, he lunged for his bag right as it made its long awaited appearance around the conveyor’s bend.

“Wanna exchange numbers?” Eric asked as Shane straightened and shouldered the backpack. “We should keep in contact with each other while up here. Back home, too, I mean. Just as long as you know, no offense, I’d never come visit you at your house. But you can always come see me up on campus.”

Shane considered Eric’s request as he considered Eric himself. There was a crooked grin on Eric’s face. It highlighted just how attractive he was, in a sassy sort of way.

But there was something about the young Carson Kressley lookalike that really put Shane off. Which was ridiculous considering Shane couldn’t identify what that something was. Nor did he know Eric well enough to have formed a dislike of him.

But still…

And was Eric flirting with him?

Better yet, was Shane ready for that?

The most important bond Shane had ever formed in his life was his friendship with Rory. And though they’d been involved with one another sexually, they’d never become involved with each other romantically, a deeper, emotionally entangled involvement which terrified Shane. And now that Rory was no longer in Orlando, Shane was left with no other friends at home and definitely with no lovers or love interests anywhere around.

Making a new friend would be good, but fuck, just the thought of doing so, or of becoming involved in something more meaningful, made Shane feel like his entire body was suffocating. It made his skin tingle, made it feel too tight all over. He felt physically ill.

So many possible implications and so many possible unfavorable outcomes. Any type of relationship, whether it was a simple friendship or an affair full of passion and life, meant learning to love. And opening himself up to another person. And baring that part of himself that was the real him that he didn’t like to expose to anyone but Rory. And trusting that part of himself to the care of someone new.

That part of himself he’d long ago walled off. An unconscious defense mechanism which had resulted from the personal quest of his mother to tear him down whenever he’d sought out her love or affection while growing up.

But it was as a result of letting those exact same self-doubts rule his actions that shit had turned so sour with Revelin, wasn’t it?

Christ, he was so screwed up.

Shane didn’t want a relationship with Eric—didn’t particularly want a friendship with the guy either—that much he knew for sure. But he did want more with Revelin. A whole lot more. He wanted passion and life and love with him. He craved a lifetime’s worth of what he’d tasted just the barest hint of at the end of two thousand ten with the man.

But how could he truly expect to ever get anywhere with Revelin if he couldn’t even open himself up to making this one new fucking friendship with Eric now?

“You really don’t seem like the kind of person who’d be interested in getting to know someone like me,” Shane hedged. Eric’s zipped up winter coat prevented him from seeing Eric’s entire outfit, but Shane’s imagination conjured a fitted, fuchsia shirt made out of some type of sparkly material to accompany the tight, shiny, dark pants he could see.

“I am,” Eric assured. “Very interested.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

Yeah, why not? Shane echoed to himself. “You are talking about getting to know one another as just friends, right?”

“Just friends?” Eric’s smile widened. “Sure, right, just friends.”

“Umm, Eric,” a different member of the trio said, “I’m not exactly the expert on gay men or anything, but I’m pretty sure you two play the same position.”

“Well, I am the, quote-unquote, expert, Lyddy, and just because me and Shane are both, ahem, catchers doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends. Isn’t that right, Shane?”

“Right,” Shane forced himself to agree amid the chorus of the girls’ ewwws. He was scared to death of getting to know Eric better, of inviting Eric to get to know him better, but he was going to fight his demons, goddamn it. The battle was one he was fully prepared to win.

And accepting Eric’s offer of friendship was a small victory for Shane. One that placed him mentally in a much better position to deal with Revelin.

After they’d swapped contact information, Shane made to move away from the luggage carousel…right as Eric’s friend Jessie rushed to fill Shane’s void. The void Shane hadn’t quite managed to yet leave.

She knocked into him, güvenilir bahis şirketleri pushing him back a step, but instead of apologizing, she sniped, “Move it, freak.”

“Going, bitch,” Shane returned with a bright smile. Strange as it was, he was grateful to her for her disrespect. Her nastiness flung him solidly back into his comfort zone. Unlike the exchange with Eric, this type of encounter was something Shane knew a little something about.

He’d been dealing with it his entire life.

The Queen Bitch, aka his mother, specialized in the spewing of hateful comments. On the regular. Meaning being called a “freak” by a stranger meant less than nothing to Shane. Far as insults went, it was actually kind of lacking. Rory’s penchant for referring to him as an animal well known for its stubborn disposition and the loud braying noises it made carried more bite.

Pressing his fingers to his lips lightly, so as not to smudge the black lipstick he wore, Shane then blew chubbs a kiss. While she busied herself retrieving her jaw from the ground, he danced around her to the tune of Eric’s tinkling laughter and headed to one of the building’s exits. Eager for his first taste of New York with a foundation of solid ground beneath his feet, he stepped out the sliding glass doors.

And found himself the unfortunate victim of a brutal assault mounted by the nighttime winds of early February.

Shane quickly reached the conclusion that waiting inside for Rory was the preferable option to the frozen tundra. Just as he was about to beat feet in a hasty backtracking, the cell he still held in his hand chirped. The screen indicated he had a new text.

From: Emma Frost

Where the hell are you???

The message was from Rory, the moniker the name he’d chosen long ago in their comic book infatuation as the character he felt was his alter ego. In X-Men world, Emma Frost was an evil shrew turned good. And her change of character had no bearing at all on the reason why Rory identified with her. He’d chosen her because he felt she was the fictitious epitome of beauty in the female form. And, pretty as he was, Rory represented the feminine facet of beauty in the male form.

Hey, no one had ever accused his friend of being deep when it came to his pretty boy good looks.

Shane, on the other hand, had changed monikers as he himself evolved throughout the years. First, he’d been Wolverine during the time he still tried to conform to what he thought his mother wanted from him as well as to society’s expectations. Strong, manly, masculine. What the world expected of boys.

But after his very first encounter of the sexual nature with a Rory attired in a homemade Emma Frost costume, it became apparent to Shane that, although he’d been playing the part of Wolverine during their faked skirmish, he was not Logan and Logan was not him. Especially considering the only reason that encounter hadn’t reached culmination was due to the ill-timed entrance of Rory’s father.

After that, Shane referred to himself as Northstar of X-Men fame. Then as the rogue superhero Midnighter from The Authority. And, finally, as Midnighter’s husband/partner in The Authority’s team of superheros, Apollo. But, one by one, he’d eventually cast all three aside because, outside of the fact they were homosexual, he felt no true connection to the characters.

In more recent months, he’d settled on DC Comics’s Klarion. The witch boy. Chosen in spite of the character’s heterosexuality because Klarion looked different, a characteristic Shane could identify with. He was different.

And just like the original version of Klarion, Shane felt incomplete.

Sliding out his phone’s keypad, Shane typed out a reply.

To: Emma Frost

Freezn my nuts off. Bad. Very bad. I adore my nuts. Love them! More than whats healthy. Be warned, lose mine, takn yours…or tazs.

Before Shane could hit the send button, the door behind him slid open. And a familiar voice filled with elation shouted, “Shane!”

Readying himself to receive an armful of Rory Banks, Shane returned his cell to the holster clipped to the waistband of his skinny jeans and dropped his backpack to the ground. He heard Rory’s fast approaching footsteps and whirled around at the last moment, just in enough time to catch Rory when he launched himself out the building’s exit. Granted, Shane had about two inches on Rory’s five-eight height and about fifteen or so pounds on Rory’s one-fiftyish weight, but he was no match for a Rory moving at the speed of light and with all the power of one of Jet Blue’s AirBuses. He almost found himself bowled over by the staggering force that was his best friend in motion.

Shane planted a hand on a nearby wall to steady the two of them. Then wrapped both arms around Rory’s gray wool peacoat covered waist and hunkered down slightly so he could burrow his face into Rory’s scarf covered neck.

A million things he both wanted and needed to say ran through his mind. He settled on a muffled, “Shit, I’ve missed you, dude.”

“Well, that was very anticlimactic,” Rory replied, returning the embrace. “We haven’t seen each other since Christmas and the best you’ve got for me is a ‘Shit, I’ve missed you, dude’?”

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Conference champs! And a berth in the nationals, but only making through the first two rounds of play before being defeated by a west coast team. Still, Sami and the rest of the team thought, as well as the Coach, a season to build on.

Sami was chosen as MVP of the season, an honor which both surprised and pleased her, making her feel, more than ever, that her choice to come to school here was the right choice.

And as quickly as it had begun, the spring semester was coming to an end and finals were around the corner. Sami had already registered for the summer semester, deciding to stay in N’awlins over the summer months. She would turn 19 in a few weeks and her plan was to try to graduate by her 22nd birthday, if not before.

T wasn’t going to be at school during the summer; instead, she’d intern with one of her father’s businesses, getting paid of course, but more to learn the business. Like Sami Toni was an only child, and would inherit the family businesses someday. Unlike Toni, Sami would inherit virtually nothing, except for the good looks that her parents provided with their genes.

That was fine, Sami didn’t bother worrying about the fortune of others; she would make her own way in life, confident that she could, and would.

Sami continued to sit for Marcia, once or twice a month, and playing along with the sham and pretense of ‘sitting for Marcia’, she and Marcia always, but always, made love afterwards. And, as with the first time they had slept together, Marcia always slipped three, one-hundred dollar bills into Sami’s shirt or hand, afterwards.

Sami took the money, gladly, adding it to her ‘freedom fund’, and not worrying about the morality of the situation one bit, at least, not for a while. Besides, Sami enjoyed fucking Marcia and would have done it just for the thrill of having sex with this forty-something. But, no doubt, the money massaged her conscious, at least for a while. Did Sami think of herself as a prostitute? No, of course not, but it is what it is.

As has been said before, the remorse would eventually come from this, but for now? Sami posed, Sami fucked Marcia, and Sami banked the coin.

Billie and Sami developed a relationship much like Sami had with Toni, ‘fuck buddies’ through and through; the difference was that with Billie and Sami, it was all about the sex and, with T, the friendship transcended the sex.

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Finals were finally over and most of the students, those not continuing with summer classes, were packing to go home for the summer. Bonnie had chosen to take summer classes as well, so it came to be that she and Sami stayed roommates.

For Bonnie’s part, she seemed to be coming into her own, her demeanor much more confident since her breakup with Roy and her standing firm against her parents regarding the ending of her engagement to Roy.

She looked to Sami for practical, common sense advice and solutions to problems, loving Sami’s ‘country-girl’ sense. She also thought of Sami as much older, definitely much wiser than herself, though they were of the same age, separated by only two months. She and Sami seemed to be talking more and enjoying each other’s company more than in the first semester, often breakfasting together on the weekends.

“Sami, there’s a package for you in the mail room; I forgot the tell you, sorry,” Bonnie said when she had remembered the notice in the mailbox they shared in the dorm.

“Cool,” Sami said, a bit excited that someone had sent her something. Probably some more CDs from Charlene, Sami thought as she went to fetch the package. Charlene was obsessed with ‘mixing’ CDs with her favorite music and often sent Sami copies.

But not this time, the package was from Germany. Bev? Sami wondered as she brought the somewhat hefty, small package back to her room. Bonnie was curious as well and watched Sami open the box, and watched as Sami just stared at the contents, seemingly astonished at whatever it was inside the box.

“Well, Damnit Sami, what the hell is it?” Bonnie asked impatiently. Bonnie’s language had become somewhat saltier this past semester, undoubtedly a result from the increased interaction with Sami; Sami had a ‘potty mouth’ her mom used to say when Sami forgot and uttered curses in her presence.

Sami slowly, almost with a reverence, lifted from the package a Nikon SLR camera, along with a couple of extra lenses. Sami recognized it immediately; it was Bev’s camera, one that Bev had let Sami use for art projects in high school sometimes.

Bev had pointed Sami towards photography as an art-form, and while Sami had good technique with brushes and pen and ink, she really loved photography.

One of the things she was saving for with her ‘freedom fund’ was to buy a SLR camera, much as this one.

Sami saw the small envelope with her name on it, but decided to wait for some privacy before she opened and read it. Bonnie admired the camera and when Sami told canlı bahis her it was from her Art teacher from high school, Bonnie thought that cool as well.

“Do you have to work tonight, Sami?” Bonnie asked as she dressed to run over to the sorority house for a meeting.

“Nah, I’m off, why?”

“I don’t know; I’d like to celebrate the end of the semester and all but don’t really feel like going out,” Bonnie said.

“Too bad we’re not old enough to buy liquor; we could have our own end of semester party here and not worry about having to get home,” Sami replied, the thought of getting a bit hammered suddenly inviting to her for some reason.

“Ooooh, you know what? I bet there’s a bit of liquor left over at the ‘house’; want me to see if I can snag some?” Bonnie asked conspiratorially.

“Sure,” Sami eagerly agreed, “and we could order in some Chinese or something if you’d like and, you know, kinda’ having a ‘girls night’ of our own.”

“I like it!” Bonnie agreed with a big smile on her face at the thought of ‘hanging’ with Sami.

“Well, wish me luck with the liquor search, and I’ll see you in a couple of hours,” Bonnie said, then leaving for her meeting.

“Good luck with your thievery,” Sami joked and as soon as Bonnie closed the door behind her, Sami retrieved the envelope from the box, opened and sat on her bed to read it.

My precious Sami,

 I do hope this early birthday present makes you smile; you didn’t think I’d forget your birthday, did you? I finally did it, Sami, I finally bought one of the new digital SLR cameras, this one, a Canon. I love it, Sami, almost as much as I love you, but of course, it can’t compete with you for my heart.

 I miss you so terribly much, my darling, I miss our times together, both in bed and out, and wish you were here, with me. Perhaps next year we can plan on meeting somewhere, during the summer? I’d love that.

 Enjoy my, now your, camera Sami-girl; Make me proud! (tee-hee) and please write or email when you can, it always makes my day.

 I love you sweetie, and pleasure myself often thinking of our times together. But, remember, above all, that I love you.

      Loving you,

      Bev

Sami read and re-read Bev’s letter several times, her heart swelling with loneliness with each reading. She brushed the trickle of tears from her eyes and hiding the letter in her private place, she could feel the loneliness pulling at her innards.

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“Look at what I snagged,” Bonnie said, all proud of herself; and fishing into her backpack, Bonnie pulled out a bottle of Bacardi 151 and some limes in a baggie. The rum was about three-fourths full, Sami noticed, and wondered why it was called ‘151’.

It wouldn’t be until the next morning as they nursed horrible hangovers that they would read the bottle’s label and understand that it meant 151 proof, hence, 75% alcohol.

But the hindsight would serve their hangovers little good.

Knowing that they were going to have a grand time, Bonnie offered to grab some cokes from the machine and some ice from the maker down the hall. Sami said she’d shower up, since she hadn’t yet that day, and wouldn’t be long, saying over her shoulder that Bonnie could choose which Chinese restaurant to order from.

Standing in the shower, Sami’s sense of loneliness seem to wrap around her soul as she ‘re-read’ Bev’s note over and over, in her mind. Finally, Sami came to embrace the thought of getting a bit drunk with Bonnie; maybe the rum could bury her loneliness.

Bonnie took her turn in the showers after Sami returned to their room, saying that she had worked up a bit of a sweat helping her ‘sisters’ move some furniture at the house. Glancing out of their dorm window, Sami noticed how empty the campus seemed as students departed, as if the quiet of their normally noisy dorm wasn’t enough of a reminder.

Showers taken, food ordered and eaten, they lit a couple of candles for ‘ambiance’ they both said jokingly as the Summer Sun was below the horizon now, dusk coming on quickly to the campus.

“Music, movie or TV,” queried Bonnie as Sami made their first round of Cuba Libres, following the directions from the bottle of 151; squeezing the lime over the ice in their mugs, and throwing the squished lime into the mugs, Sami ‘guesstimated’ the proper amount of rum and then, added the cola. Stirring them both with a pencil, Sami handed Bonnie her mug and they smugly toasted each other, both taking a long pull at their drinks.

“Movie” Sami answered, “You choose which one.”

Bonnie chose a comedy, one of the National Lampoon movies which, while funny for the most part, didn’t really need to be watched for plot developments.

It took very little time for the 151 to show its strength to the girls, both feeling the buzz before they had drank half of their first drink. Both of the girls kinda’ liked the ‘high’ the strong rum was providing. Sami thought the high was very bahis siteleri much like good weed, ya’ know?

Finishing their first drink, Bonnie quickly jumped up from their girl-talk and movie watching to make them each another, following Sami’s directions as she did so. For Bonnie, this opportunity to spend this kind of time with her roomie, made her happy; it made her feel that she had, somehow, been accepted by Sami as a friend. Bonnie really admired the confidence that Sami exuded, finding it both refreshing and worthy of emulation.

They were sitting on Sami’s bed, backs against the wall, pillows added for comfort and neither was particularly invested in the movie. Both of them were tipsy, to be sure, 151 being the devil’s brew when it comes to strength.

“Ooh, Sami, Sami, Sami; I think I’m a little bit drunk,” Bonnie said after letting her head fall onto Sami’s shoulder, almost spilling her drink when she did so.

“Fuck, Bonnie, I think I’m a whole-lot drunk,” was Sami’s reply, both of their voices betraying the alcohol’s effects.

“Good! Now you can fill me in on your love-life, or sex-life, or whatever you call it,” Bonnie said, then adding before Sami could protest, “You said if I ever got you drunk enough, you’d fill my ears about your boyfriend or whatever.”

“Yeah, I know I did, but Bonnie, I’m not sure you really want to know all that stuff.”

“Yes, I do!” Bonnie exclaimed, “You promised,” her voice changing into a bit child-like and whiney.

“Tell you what, I’ll start and tell you something you don’t know about me, okay,” Bonnie offered as a compromise.

“Okay, but remember I warned you, okay?”

“I’ve never had an orgasm from sex with a guy,” Bonnie said with a bit of redness creeping up the side of her face, “Okay, your turn.”

“I’ve never had an orgasm from sex with a guy either,” Sami honestly answered.

“I would fantasize, sometimes, when Roy and I had sex,” Bonnie offered as her next tidbit.

“I’ve fantasized while having sex, also,” Sami answered honestly.

“Yes, but I’ve fantasized about what it would be like with a girl or a different guy than Roy,” Bonnie said, sure that she had one-upped and shocked Sami.

“I’ve fantasized about a different girl when I’ve had sex with another girl,” Sami honestly said and wishing immediately that she could take it back.

Shit, shit, shit, why the fuck did I say that, Sami thought, not daring to look at Bonnie, and keeping her eyes glued to the TV.

Had she looked at Bonnie, she would’ve seen Bonnie’s mouth opened and her eyes wide at Sami’s statement.

“You’ve had sex with a girl?” Bonnie asked as her tipsy mind tried to get itself wrapped around what Sami had said.

Taking in a deep breath, Sami turned to face Bonnie and sitting cross-legged in her bed, she did just that.

“Okay; you asked for it and I’m drunk enough not to give a shit, I guess, so here goes,” Sami said, her words slurring just a bit.

“Bonnie, I’m gay; at least, I’m reasonably sure that I am. I’ve had sex with a guy only once and have sucked dick only once, that same night, but it wasn’t so great for me, so I haven’t been back for seconds.”

“Mostly, Bonnie, I have sex with girls, or women; there it is, you wanted to know, so there it is,” Sami said matter-of-factly, “and if you want to get another roommate, I understand and wouldn’t blame you, okay?”

Bonnie was a bit shell-shocked but when Sami said the thing about getting another roommate, she snapped out of it.

“What? No, what are you saying? I’m not that shallow, Sami, it’s just that, well it’s just….” Bonnie’s voice growing quiet.

“It’s just what, Bonnie?”

“Well, the only lesbians that I ever knew about were all boyish-looking, you know, kinda like a…., looking like a…”

“Like a butch? Or a dyke?” Sami finished her thought for her.

“Yeah, like that; but, you don’t look like that at all, not even remotely so,” Bonnie protested, “I mean you’re pretty, well, fucking gorgeous, and not boy-like at all.”

“Thanks for the gorgeous thing,” Sami said, inwardly pleased that some people thought her so.

“How old were you when you first, you know…” Bonnie pressed, her curiosity aroused now, never having been around a ‘dyke’.

“The summer before high school, with a very good friend,” Sami said not wishing to identify her first fuck as her cousin.

“Just like that, out of the clear blue?” Bonnie questioned further.

“No, no, it started with innocent kissing games and it felt good; so good that when it escalated to touches, and feeling each other up, I didn’t feel like it was a bad thing. I mean, truthfully, it felt really good and still does, if you want me to be honest.”

“I’ve played kissing game with friends and all but it never went further than that,” Bonnie offered to Sami.

Laughing a bit tipsily, Sami said, “Well then, you haven’t kissed the right girl.”

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“It’s crossed my mind, from time to time, and who knows? I might yet, but for now, it’s just not high on my list of priorities,” Sami answered honestly.

Turning to face Sami, with her legs crossed as Sami’s were, Bonnie just looked at Sami as if she wanted to ask her something.

“What, Bonnie? There’s something else you want to know?”

As if searching for the right words, Bonnie didn’t respond right away and finally she said, “In a minute; I want to ask you something in a minute but I think we need another drink first.”

Getting up from the bed, Bonnie grabbed their mugs to fix them another drink. When she returned, she resumed her position across from and facing Sami, handing Sami her drink.

“Not sure we need this, but fuck it; here’s to you,” Sami said as she raised her mug towards Bonnie.

“Fuck it! I’m with my friend, sharing secrets, and it feels fucking great,” Bonnie replied as she raised her mug back to Sami, her words slurring slightly.

“So what’s it like to, you know, kiss a girl and make love with a girl,” Bonnie asked with honesty.

“It’s soft; softer than with a guy, and easier, because you already know where all the parts are,” Sami answered, laughing afterwards.

Bonnie laughed along with Sami, remembering the first few fumbling attempts she and Roy had with sex.

“Especially kissing, especially kissing another girl, that’s where you really notice the difference,” Sami continued, “with guys, there’s beard scratching and guys just kiss harder, like the harder it is, the better it is, you know?”

“I do know,” Bonnie admitted, “Roy has a heavy beard and sometimes I’d get a rash from his beard when we were making out.”

“Yeah, well, you don’t have that when you kiss another girl,” Sami agreed.

Silent for a few heartbeats, Bonnie looked up from her mug, looked at Sami full in the face and asked, “Show me?”

“Show you what?” Sami replied.

“Show me how it is to kiss a girl, you know, properly,” Bonnie answered.

“Oh, Bonnie, I’m not sure you want to go down that road, do you?” Sami asked.

“Why? Aren’t I pretty enough, or hot enough for you?” Bonnie asked, pressing her request.

“Yeah, sure, you are; you know you are, but Bonnie, I mean, we’ve been drinking and if my horny motor gets to running and all, well, I’m just not sure that you really need to see that.”

“How ’bout if you promise to stop, if I ask you to,” Bonne pressed further, “I really want to know how it feels to kiss a girl that knows how to kiss.”

Thinking about it for quite a while as Bonnie just kept looking at her, Sami said, “Okay, but just kissing.”

Then, putting their mugs on the end table by her bed, Sami told Bonnie to scoot a bit closer; when she did so, Sami placed her hands on the side of Bonnie’s head and slowly pulled it towards her own.

Sami pressed her lips against Bonnie’s, softly, tenderly, surprised at just how soft Bonnie’s lips felt to her own. They kissed like that for almost a minute or so, no tongue, just soft lips kissing soft lips. Breaking off the kiss, Sami saw that Bonnie’s eyes were closed, and her lips pursed for more kissing.

“Want some more?” Sami asked in a soft voice.

“Yeah, that really felt nice,” Bonnie said, closing her eyes again and leaning towards Sami.

Sami kissed her again, soft and tender, but this time she slowly worked her tongue across Bonnie’s lips, and when Bonnie’s lips parted ever so slightly, Sami slowly slid her tongue into Bonnie’s mouth. Bonnie’s response was to open her mouth wider to accept Sami’s tongue, soft moans coming from her throat as she did so.

Bonnie raised her hands to Sami’s arms as Sami’s hands held her head, barely touching Sami’s arms, as if unsure if she should do so.

Dropping her hands to Bonnie’s arms, their kiss became heated and more passionate; Sami’s experienced hands rubbed tenderly up and down Bonnie’s bare arms, the sounds from Bonnie increasing as she became, obviously, turned on by Sami’s kissing of her.

Sami was now becoming turned on as well, as Bonnie explored Sami’s mouth with her own tongue, loving how it felt so different than with Roy. Breaking their kiss, Sami kissed Bonnie’s face, here and there, the whole while moving her hands along Bonnie’s arms. Putting her lips to the side of Bonnie’s neck, Bonnie rotated her neck in concert with Sami’s kisses, tilting her head back as Sami’s lips and tongue explored her neck, and her upper chest where it was exposed in her scoop-neck blouse.

Bonnie’s hands were running through Sami’s hair, as she moved her head around to accept Sami’s kisses. It felt so good, so fucking good, thought Bonnie, the heat in her crotch now a roaring fire.

Bonnie felt herself being pulled along with Sami as Sami fell back onto the bed and Bonnie went willingly, her desires now controlling her very being. She and Sami stretched their legs out as Sami rolled Bonnie onto her back, their lips locked in another passionate kiss, their tongues rolling together in the hottest kissing and make-out session that Bonnie had ever had.

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It was late. It was only a couple of hours ago that Tina had left David’s apartment.

She knew David never remembered to eat when he was working on his book, so she decided to surprise him with dinner. She planned to stay only long enough to eat the Chinese food she had bought for them, give him a kiss that he would not soon forget and then let him get back to his writing.

Using her key, Tina unlocked the apartment door, quietly slipped in and looked around but she didn’t see him. She looked over to where David’s desk was in the corner but this time there was no David behind it. Normally, he would be sitting in the chair so engrossed in his work that he would not even lift his head when she entered.

Hearing strange noises, Tina put down the heavy reinforced bag of hot food and walked towards the bedroom door. Turning the doorknob slowly, she pushed it open and stood there looking at the smooth naked back of a lovely blonde. She just happened to be sitting upon a prone man, and that man just happened to be HER David. A gasp slipped out of her mouth before she could stifle it with her hand.

Tina could barely see because her vision was blurred from her tears. David leaned over and looked at her from around the naked body above him. He saw her standing stock still with big sad tears rolling down her cheeks. Suddenly, blinded from tears and pain, Tina ran out of the apartment. She was not even sure where she was going.

Tina wandered aimlessly, before she unwittingly found herself sitting on the steps of the brownstone building where her good friend Anita lived. She looked up at the dark sky just as a misty rain started to sprinkle on her face.

“How appropriate,” she thought.

She was cold and shivering but more from shock than from the rain when Anita walked up and found her young friend literally on her doorstep.

“Tina? Tina, what is wrong? What are you doing sitting out here in the rain? Are you crying? She asked while she slipped a hand beneath Tina’s arm and lifted her up to bustle her inside.

Tina was silent until she got into Anita’s warm, dry apartment before fresh tears spilled out.

“Ohhh oh oh Anita” Tina stuttered, “David. It was David and a blond. Ttthey were tttogether… in bed!”

Anita opened her eyes wide in understanding and hugged her wet friend to her bosom and comforted her by rocking her in her arms.

“Shh, it is ok, hon… tell me later. Don’t try to talk now. Let’s get you out of these wet clothes and into a nice warm bath. Once you are warmed up and feeling better we can talk.”

Tina was so used to Anita mothering her. Anita, being 15 years her senior, met when Tina got a job at the newspaper office where she was already working. Anita took the younger woman under her wing from that very first day and they became fast friends ever since.

Taking Tina into the bathroom off of her bedroom, Anita sat her down on the toilet while she bent over the tub to turn on the taps. Adding a large amount of bubbles to the steady stream of water made the soft fragrance fill the air. Turning back to Tina, who was just sitting there with sad, silent tears rolling down her cheeks; not sobbing, just tears, Anita lifted the tee shirt from her body. Obediently, Tina lifted her arms to aid her. Putting her arms around Tina’s small body, she unhooked her bra and dropped the dripping garment on the floor with her wet tee shirt.

“Stand up, honey and slip off your sandals” Anita told her

As if in a daze, Tina stood up and slipped off her sandals and Anita unbuttoned her jeans before she tugged them down. They were so tight that Tina’s panties came down with them until they reached her knees. Tina placed both her hands on Anita’s shoulders to balance herself as her friend stripped off her jeans and then her panties. bahis firmaları

“Get into the tub and lay back, you will feel better in no time. I am going to get us both a drink.” Anita said as she helped her petite friend into the bubbly scented water and adjusted the bath pillow behind her head.

Leaving Tina alone for a few minutes, Anita scooped up Tina’s soggy clothes and took them into her kitchen. She opened the doors that hid the apartment sized washer and dryer and started a load of Tina’s clothes. Noticing hers were damp too, Tina stripped down and tossed hers in the washer as well. Naked, Anita went to the fridge, got out a bottle of wine, filled two Over-sized wine glasses and took them into the bathroom.

Anita sat down naked on the toilet seat and handed a glass of wine to Tina. Both naked women sipped their wine as if they were at a table in a classy restaurant rather than naked in Anita’s bathroom. Anita placed her glass down on the tub’s edge and told Tina she would be right back. Anita went into the adjoining room and put on a big white robe, then found her old pink one for Tina and took it back into the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet seat again, Anita dropped the robe on the floor and picked up both glasses of wine and handed Tina’s to her.

“Drink!” she said, “I want to hear all about this and you need the fortification.”

Tina gulped the wine and handed the empty glass to Anita, smiling at Anita with her eyes still glassy from her tears. Without a word, Anita went and refilled them both.

When she returned, she handed one back to Tina and said, “Ok, what happened?”

Tina told her friend what had happened with a fresh flood of tears. Anita listened carefully but was not surprised. She had seen David with that blond a few times and she had suspected something was going on but she was not about to tell her friend that.

“What am I going to do now?” Tina cried.

“Well, for now, you are going to get out of that tub, put on this robe and we are going to have another drink. You will stay the night and worry about what to do tomorrow.” Anita told her.

“You are such a good friend, Anita, Thanks.” Tina said, as she stood up in the tub-full of bubbles almost slipping and falling over with the wineglass in her hand.

“Whoa, there.. careful” Anita admonished. “Let me help you.”

Taking the wine glass from Tina’s hand she gripped her arm to help her out of the tub and onto the bath-mat.

“Must be the wine and I haven’t eaten. I am feeling a bit drunk.” Tina giggled for the first time since she came running out of David’s apartment. It was the wine that made her giggle because nothing was funny, not really. In fact, she hurt like hell.

Taking a big fluffy towel, Anita started to pat her friend dry. She took the towel and dried Tina’s lovely neck, her soft shoulders, down her slender arms, her back and finally her breasts. Anita looked at her friends’ wonderful breasts and saw the nipples harden.

“Hmmm, nice” she thought.

Anita then kneeled down to dry Tina’s legs and feet, turning her around to dry her pert little bottom. Her hands pushed at the insides of Tina’s thighs to get her to open her legs so Anita could dry her sex. Anita’s hand trembled from the contact with her naked friend. She had always been secretly in love with Tina, but being older and knowing that Tina had David, she never explored the possibility. She pulled herself together taking the pink robe and helping Tina into it. She guided Tina into the living-room and then went to freshen up their wine.

The warmth of the room and the release of a long heart to heart with plenty of tears made Tina mellow and feeling a little tired. Anita suggested they go to bed when she saw her friend try hard to hide a yawn. Tina offered to sleep kaçak iddaa on the couch but Anita said she would not hear of it; her bed was plenty big enough for the both of them. With that, Tina dropped her robe and crawled naked between the warm fresh sheets and luxuriated in the wonderful comfort. Anita, joining her, returned from the bathroom. She left a night-light on so that it glowed softly in the room. She wanted her guest to be able to find her way around should she need to get up late in the night. In the softly lit room, Tina took Anita’s hand and thanked her friend for her understanding tonight.

Anita squeezed it back and told her, “That is what friends are for.”

After a moment, Tina sat up, letting the covers fall into her lap, leaving her breasts bare. She turned to her good friend and kissed her softly. Surprising them both, her tongue slipped out and caressed Anita’s full lips.

Pleased even though she was shocked, Anita returned Tina’s kiss allowing her own tongue to slip out and meet her friends. Tentatively, Anita’s hand rose to cup Tina’s lovely breast. Tina moaned and pushed her chest forward into Anita’s warm hand. Allowing the moan to be her guide, Anita caressed Tina’s nipple making it harden and pebble up in her palm. She pinched it slightly and Tina moaned again in pleasure.

Pulling away from Tina for a moment, Anita looked into her eyes and asked, “Tina, are you sure?”

Tina answered, “Yes, I am sure, but I have never been with a woman I am not sure I can please you as I want to.”

Anita smiled, “Honey, just do what comes naturally and it will please me.”

With that said, Tina reached out to lower the sheet so she could look at Anita’s breasts. They were much larger than her own breasts, and the nipples were much darker. Tina put her finger on one nipple and watched as it grew. Tracing the outline of the areola feeling the little bumps as it puckered in pleasure. Enjoying Anita’s reaction, she traced the other breast the same way.

“Oh Tina” Anita moaned, “That is so nice.”

Tina looked into her friends passion filled eyes and lowered her head to take a plump nipple into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around and around, laving the tender tip. Sucking it hard, she took as much of her breast into her mouth as she could get before letting it pop out of her mouth to suck on the other breast in the same way. Anita was in heaven. She could not believe this was happening. She had fantasized that something like this would happen but never thought it really would.

Tina stopped, smiled at her friend and said, “Anita, I am not sure what I should do.”

Anita was so aroused, just as much from the words as she was from her actions. Her friend was telling her she wanted to please her but she was not sure how.

Anita pushed Tina back onto the pillows and reached over to caress Tina’s breasts. They were small with little pink tips that hardened nicely. Anita got up and straddled her friend, bending over to let her tongue flick at the tasty little buds. She did this slowly at first and then faster and harder as she felt Tina responding. The two women were moaning softly. Their heavy breathing making their lovely breasts heave just a little but in such a tantalizing way.

Anita positioned her body above Tina’s making sure that their nipples came in contact with her friends. Now, nipple to nipple, they gasped as if they had a little spark run right through them. Anita kissed Tina passionately and Tina didn’t hesitate to return it with equal passion. Their tongues danced and played together, enjoying the warm wetness of each other’s mouth.

Anita rolled off Tina and rested on her side. Slowly, she pulled back the covers to bare the rest of Tina’s body. Anita looked down at Tina laying there naked before she scooted down the bed kaçak bahis to crawl up between Tina’s legs.

“Open your legs for me, hon. Show me your treasure.” Anita whispered.

Tina spread her legs for her friend and felt her slit open slightly. She felt it fill with her natural womanly moisture. Deep in the V of her opened legs, the heady scent filled the humid air. Anita enjoyed the view. She wanted to enjoy the scent too. Then she slipped out her tongue to enjoy the taste. With a gentle hand, Anita placed both thumbs on Tina’s shaven labia and spread the lips open. She could see the wet pink flower and she heard the little smacking sound as Tina’s tender lips parted. Anita bent her head in close to inhale the scent that caused her own pussy fill with juices. Anita’s tongue pointed out, the tip reaching to taste Tina. The experienced tongue flicked ever so gently across her clit, slowly, over and over again. Anita cupped Tina’s ass gripping her to bring her tangy cunt closer to her face. She felt Tina’s bottom cheeks tighten in her hands and felt her thighs tremble beneath her Body. Sliding her tongue deep inside that wet pink slit, tasting her cum as it flowed so sweetly into her mouth.

“Ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh,” soft little moans slipped out from Tina’s mouth.

These sounds were like music to Anita’s ears. Anita was well aware of Tina’s orgasm and knew when it began to subside. Tina’s body stopped trembling and it collapsed in her hands.

“Anita, that was so wonderful. Come here and kiss me please.” Tina said.

Anita needed no more invitation than that. She crawled up her naked friends body and laid herself breast to breast, tummy to tummy before she kissed her. Tina could taste the tangy flavour of herself on Anita’s lips and chin and this made her moan and squirm even more.

Abruptly, Tina rolled to her side, pushing Anita off of her because she wanted to explore her friends’ body too. Crawling down the bed, Tina opened Anita’s legs and sat between them on the sheets. Her fingers and nails scraped softly and tenderly along her tummy, up the insides of her thighs and allowed them to slip into the downy softness of her pubic hair. Tugging gently on a tuft of hair, Tina caused Anita’s lips to open with tiny smacking sound assuring Tina that she had a plentiful flow of juices for her to taste; and for the very first time.

Never having been with a woman before, Tina wanted to slow it down; wait and just look and explore the other woman’s body with her eyes and fingers first. She opened her friends’ lips and peeked inside to see the juices make the soft pink shell colour, shine. Pulling back the hood of her clit, Tina bent over to blow soft warm air on the sensitive bud and watched it plump up before her very eyes. Her finger traced the inner lips from clit to ass, back and forth feeling more and more wetness flow with each stroke. Tina couldn’t wait any longer, she slipped her finger deep inside to feel the inside of another woman’s cunt for the first time. It was hot. It was wet. It was wonderful.

She slid in another finger and pumped it in and out in a fucking motion, taking her moistened thumb and circled Anita’s clit. Tina looked up to see how she was affecting her friend and she saw Anita thrashing her head from side to side. Her hips began to tremble and rise up off the bed with Tina’s fingers still embedded deeply inside her.

“ohhh Tina, I am cumming” Anita yelled.

Tina felt Anita’s vagina muscles contract on her fingers as she orgasmed. Even though she was her inexperienced, Tina could tell when Anita had returned from her trip to ecstasy. Slowly, she slid her fingers from Anita’s soaking cunt. Even more curious, Tina slipped them into her mouth and sucked the juices off them one by one.

She looked up to see saw Anita watching her smiling.

“Come here” Anita demanded.

Tina crawled along her naked friends body and cuddled in her arms. She felt safe and warm and sated as Anita caressed her soft back with such a gentle hand.

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The taxi’s wheels half-splashed, half-crunched down the side street of slush. Whistling as he drove, the cabbie wheeled to the curb, sliding the last few centimeters.

“There you go, folks. 911-13th Ave. Avalon Apartments. That’ll be $21.50.”

Cooper McAllister dug into his wallet and handed over a bright Canadian twenty and a five. “I’m embarrassed to say that one winter in the USA has made our money look odd. Anyway, keep the change.”

?”Thanks.” The cab driver tucked away the money. “Watch your step there, ma’am.” Lora McAllister gave herself a gold star for remembering to wear proper boots for the trip north. She stepped into the slop of ice and snow as carefully as the driver suggested. Cooper did a sliding step around the back of the car to offer his hand. Her big bear of a husband made a welcome anchor post, assuming he didn’t do a flying splat on to the pavement himself.

Reaching the freshly scraped concrete of the sidewalk felt like a successful mountain ascent. Having passed some magical boundary of responsibility, the cab tooted his horn and pulled away. A cheery shout came back to them, “You folks enjoy the great weather!”

“My god, he’s serious.” Lora pursed a smile and shook her head. She hiked the collar of her green cloth coat around her neck.

“Well, the snow is melting, the sky is blue and the sun is shining.” Cooper looked up. “Though the Avalon is blocking it right now.”

Lora snorted, clutching her coat around her. “It’s barely above freezing. Yesterday we were getting a last all-over tan session by the pool. I refuse to say this is ‘great weather’.”

Shoving his hands deep in his jacket pockets and hunching up his shoulders, Cooper sighed and nodded. “I didn’t want to admit we’d become a pair of namby-pamby snowbirds.”

“Well, we have. So deal with it.” Lora huddled under her husband’s arm, letting him be the wind break. Or, to be honest, the small breeze break. It still freshened the cold more than she liked. “Is there any chance we could stop enjoying the great weather and go inside?”

She felt her husband’s solid chest move against her face with a great intake of air.

“Sorry, my queen. Just savouring the return of the old Canuck instincts. There’s spring time in that air.”

“Hurry up, Cindy! I’m late for my own bachelorette party!”

“Then they can’t start without you. Get a grip, Akiko.”

Cooper and Lora turned as a pair of young women scampered in a clatter of boot heels up to the door of the apartment building. The length of leg exposed by their dresses made Lora feel more namby and even pamby about feeling the cold. She gave another shiver as she held Cooper’s arm to the door, following the ladies.

The foyer didn’t really have the room to host four people. Personal spaces had to be temporarily adjusted, but being out of the fresh, fresh air made that a fair transaction for Lora. And there was no hardship being in tight spaces with these women. Laughing and rosy-cheeked, they had a hot kilowatt of charisma each. Lora felt Cooper shift slightly, stand a bit straighter, suck in a gut that really didn’t exist and bringing a casual hand up to smooth his pepper & salt hair. She couldn’t fault him in the least. She felt some interesting tingles going up and down her own body.

“That’s a lovely scent you’re wearing. Or you’re wearing. I’m not sure who, but it works very well scooched close up like this.”

?Lora smirked to herself as Cooper let loose his charm. Totally uncontrived and natural as breathing for the big stud. Both young women laughed, but the bachelorette didn’t turn from her examination of the building directory and intercom system. The tall woman with the full mane of walnut brown hair gave Cooper and Lora a winning smile with deep, twinkling eyes. Then she did a tiny double take. She frowned slightly with a cock of her head. “This sounds plain goofy, but do I know you?”??He wishes, Lora thought to herself. And, with some pride at the sight of her distinguished man and his full head of thick hair, this chick should be so lucky.

Cooper made a show of studying the radiant face before he smiled back. “I’m sure I’d remember. I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”

“Sorry.” She looked back and forth between Cooper and Lora. “This is gonna bug me all day. I know there’s a connection somewhere. I’m Cindy…”

The intercom speaker blasted through the introduction in an explosion of static, music and voices. A voice shouted out of the tinny soundbox. “Who is it?”

“It’s Akiko and Cindy!”

“What? Be quiet everyone! Who?”

“It’s the fucking guest of honour! Let us in!” The small woman bellowed. The door buzzed and unlocked. Akiko skipped through, Cindy right behind. The willowy woman paused, holding the door open for them to follow. Lora waved a thank you. ?

“We’d better go through the formalities. Make sure he’s even home.”

Cindy smiled and let the door close. Cooper took his turn at the button display, bahis firmaları reading the list of names to find the correct code to punch, a finger going line by line. Lora watched through the glass as the dazzling Cindy and sinfully cute Akiko were met by a gaggle of women bursting from a door marked “Community Room”. A toffee-skinned goddess with a blue and white paper party hat on top of her copper cascade of hair led the way with hugs and squeals. Lora gaped, feeling a rare pang of insecurity and age in the face of all that young beauty. The svelte young women jiggling about in chic sausage casings sent other potent surges and urges to wash away the insecurity. A humming purr of pleasure leaked out of Lora’s throat.

“What was that, dear?” Cooper turned from punching the code. “Holy jumpin’ jeezus on a pogo stick. They’re all gawdamn gorgeous!” He took an involuntary step forward to watch the flock of lovelies disappear into the Community Room. Lora admired that neither her husband or herself actually pressed their faces against the glass.

“Roll your tongue back in your mouth, dear.” Lora shakily smiled, giving her husband a prod in the arm. “They’re young enough to be our daughter…” She stopped in mid-sentence. The cliche expression brought a blushing deep heat up her neck to her cheeks. Her eyes darted between the floor and Cooper. For his part, her words caused Cooper to swallow and his left eye twitched.

The intercom squawked with their son’s voice. “Hello? Who is it?”

Lora gave herself a little shake, took a breath, and forced a steady tone to her voice. “It’s Mom and Dad, dear.”

“Great! C’mon up!” The door buzzed like a saw again. Cooper opened the door and held it for Lora. The muffled roar of the bachelorette party filled the small lobby area. It held their attention for the few steps it took to reach the elevator, wondering what might be going on inside.

“Afternoon.” A smooth feminine voice snapped Cooper and Lora to reality better than a gunshot. A woman wearing a sweeping kaftan of black and deep burgundy joined them at the elevator, sorting through envelopes and a magazine. “A nice haul of actual mail today. Unusual in this day and age.”

This building wouldn’t give them a chance to regain their composure.

Nature, gravity and life caused the majority of women and men to sag and bag as 50 years rolled over them. Cooper and Lora had enough good sense to understand that nobody won a fight with Time. Every day a person got older, and that was the law. However, they decided they would at least go out with style and grace. Diet and exercise and the tiniest bit of discreet surgery kept them both, in all immodesty, looking damn good. And here, apparently, stood a woman with an identical philosophy.

Lora took off her coat. She felt more than warm enough now. Cooper did the opposite, actually closing the bottom button. Ah. She sussed it out. The front of her hubby’s pants had become a little tight and unseemly to public viewing.

The dark kaftan pattern set off the cascade of blonde hair to perfection. Lora patted her own loose bob of black curls. The curl was natural, but the black came from a bottle, as would the blonde hair in front of her. Cooper told her regularly that her trim, vital body and energy meshed perfectly with the black of her youth. She did not intend to give up the dye until the first grandkid was born.

“It’s a very slow elevator.” The woman smiled apologetically. She slowly looked the visitors up and down. The fires behind the blue eyes made Lora feel both naked and nude simultaneously. The first flushed her face with embarrassed heat. The second made Lora want to whip that kaftan up and over her head. Something in the way the lush curves moved under the silk suggested a complete lack of undergarments.

“Let me guess…you’re Zachary’s parents?”

Cooper grunted a half laugh. “How did you know that?”

The blonde woman chuckled. “No witchery involved at all. He mentioned earlier this week he expected a visit. Quite excited about it, really.” Once again the smouldering eyes appraised both the McAllisters. “And there is certainly a family resemblance.”

The elevator dinged and the doors slid aside. The three stepped aboard. Like the tiny foyer, the small elevator required a forced intimacy that no one seemed to mind too much.

?”Well, you’ve guessed it correctly.” Lora stuck a hand out. “This is Cooper and I’m Lora. It’s nice to know Zach has met people since moving here.”

“Oh, I’m being rude.” The blonde shook hands, her nails elegantly manicured. Lora felt glad she had had a chance to touch up the swimming and sun damage on her own hand. “I’m Morgan. Zach and I met before he had actually moved in. When he was still apartment hunting. He’s been a great neighbour ever since. Taking time to make a single, older woman feel wonderful. He has so many talents. You two did a marvelous job.”

“Umm, thanks.” Cooper’s rugged face had a sheen of sweat. “We did our best.”

The elevator dinged again. The kaçak iddaa McAllisters stepped out. Morgan gave a small wave with her magazine. “Delightful to meet you. Have a good visit.”

Cooper took a moment to whip off his coat. The material in the front of his trousers strained to keep the bulge contained. He looked down and shrugged helplessly. Lora snickered and gave the bulge a quick palm grope and squeeze. Nice and hard. He sucked in a sharp breath and glared at her. She affected an innocent expression and turned as an apartment door opened.

“Mom!” Zach stepped forward and swept Lora up in a big bear hug. As big as his dad, he carried her into the entrance way of his home.

“Put me down!” Lora laughed. “Have some respect for short people and old mothers.” In her protests, she did notice that Zach had kept up his physical fitness routine. His chest had the same firmness as Cooper’s and squashed her breasts in the way that made her wish for an all day hug.

Her son set her back down on her feet, grinning. He turned to Cooper, closing the door to the hallway. “Dad!” Son and father enjoyed an awkward manly embrace as Cooper tried to keep his coat in front of his pants. Zach stepped back, chuckling and confused. “Here, I’ll take that.”

?Before Cooper could protest, Zach had his coat in hand and reached for a hanger. He stopped at the sight of the circus tent in his father’s pants.

Cooper spread his hands in helpless motions. His mouth worked and then he smiled a crooked smile. “You’ll have to excuse the old man, son. Do you have any idea of the number of red hot sex bombs partying on the ground floor right now?

Lora pursed a smile as Zach turned a bit red, busying himself with hanging their coats. He was always the shyest of her brood.

“That’d be the bachelorette party. I forgot about that. Girls only, Dad, so whatever you saw is all you’re going to get, I’m afraid.”

Cooper laughed. “A damned shame. I was hoping you could hook your Dad up with one or three of them.”

Zach blushed a little, again. Lora shot Cooper a reproving stare.

“Well, yes I guess, but not, that is…it was posted on the Community Room calendar. I don’t know if I…”

?Lora stepped out of her boots and took Zach’s arm. “Never mind, dear. We’ve got days to hear all about your winter in a new city and a new life.” She gave his muscular arm a squeeze. “I can’t tell you how happy it makes me that you’re blossoming so well with new friends and activities. When you left the old home town to move here, I was worried. Even with Harry living here, cross-country moves like that can either liberate or crush a person’s spirit.”

?”New friends? Who do you mean?” Zach seemed a bit nervous yet.

“We met a charming woman named Morgan in the elevator.”

“Oh. Good.” Zach swallowed and his left eye gave a little twitch. After these months apart, Lora had a new moment to marvel how much Cooper and his son looked alike, with a healthy dose of his mother’s curly hair, if nothing else. No wonder Morgan spotted them right away. Lora’s mind idly skipped to Cindy…

“This is quite the set-up you have.” Cooper walked into the immediate space from the door. Lora shook her head and paid attention as Zach perked up with pride.

“This is my office-studio. 99% of the world would have this down as the ‘living room’. Being self-employed is a solitary business. This way I can enjoy the big balcony windows while I work and see the world go by. Also, if a client actually comes by, I don’t have to take them all through the apartment.”

Taking in the huge drafting table and computer desk combination across from the comfortable chairs, Lora smiled. “So you explained in your emails. It’s a lovely arrangement.”

“Right. I keep forgetting what I’ve sent you. Or what Val or Harry might have passed on.”

“Just give us the tour as if we’re newbies, son. We won’t yawn at any repetition.”

?Most of the remaining apartment had a typical layout. Lora felt pride in the male, but tasteful, decorating scheme. Her first born shared her artistic and creative aptitudes. Not that Val or Harry were dull. They and their father had lively imaginations that had other outlets.

“That is an exceptional bed, Zach!” Cooper stepped into the room and gave a big, two palm push-bounce to test the mattress and the frame. “Solid as a rock. Big as a hockey rink.”

“You must get lost in all that space, dear.” Lora ran a finger over the smooth red satin sheet and raised an eyebrow. She let her fantasies out for a romp across the king size spread. The fun that could be had on a bed like this. Lora made a note to replace the one at home as soon as they got back.

“I take up a little more room than you, Mom.”

“But what about guests?”

“Huh? What…?”

“You’re a fully grown man, Zach. I have no illusions or delusions that something other than sleeping goes on here.”

?”Mom!”

“Don’t backsass your mother, boy.” Cooper smirked as he plucked a photo off the wall. A black and kaçak bahis white portrait captured a merry moment in the life of a bewitching Japanese woman. Her black hair swirled as she looked back over her shoulder and her eyes sparkled. “Would this be the delightful Linda, maybe, perhaps?” He waggled his eyebrows.

?Zach snorted at the teasing and half-smiled. “Yes, that’s Linda. Though I think I might cancel tomorrow’s supper rather than expose her to you two. I think all that southern sun is melting all your inhibitions!”

Lora’s stomach did a little flip at the comment, but she kept her smile from betraying the fact. Cooper hastily replaced the photo. “Uhmm…don’t you dare. And I’m paying for that supper, for your information.”

Cooper followed his son into the kitchen, where good-natured arguing commenced on who picked up what cheque. Lora ran her tongue tip over her lips and stepped lightly back into the bedroom. It’s definitely a law that mothers are allowed a little snooping. Her ear quivering to keep track of the men, Lora carefully slid the drawer of the night stand open. She expected only some cheeky evidence to prove her teasing correct. In point of fact, the drawer fairly bulged with packages of condoms in a selection of styles, two bottles of assorted top grade lubrication, a large bottle of massage oil and a several bright blue silk scarves.

“Fuck me!” Lora couldn’t stop the stunned exclamation from popping out, but she managed to throttle it to a whisper. The sheer quantity of sexual support gear demanded a repeat gasp. “Fuck me!”

Then Lora realized her choice of words. Discovering her son to be a gawdamned sexual dynamo and responding with the bleat that someone fuck her. The lightning skipping through her veins now would not happen inside a conventional mother. Her nipples began to rise, and they were as hard to hide as Cooper’s erection when fully aroused. A suggestion of moisture developed between her legs. Lora slid the drawer closed with a trembling hand. No, she could no longer make any claim to being a conventional mother. She tried to catch her breath as she stepped out into the hallway.

Zach led the way with coffee mugs in each hand. The building’s blueprints had this labeled as the ‘master bedroom’, but Zach had claimed it as his “social room”. He settled his parents down on to the sofa before making the second trip of cookies and snacks. Lora felt she would burst from not being able to tell Cooper what she had discovered, but their son was too quick.

“You have a good eye for furniture.” Cooper ran his hand over the pseudo suede green fabric. “Not too many couches in this world that let us stretch right out.”

“What’s the use of a couch that you can’t sleep on? It was Val’s bed when she visited.”

“What, you didn’t share that colossal bed with your sister? She wouldn’t take up much…”

?Cooper trailed off, his left eye twitching ever so slightly. Lora gnawed her lip and her darting, nervous eyes saw Zach’s eye twitching in perfect synchronization with his father. Her mind began to speculate…

Zach broke the stumbling silence. “Did Val’s visit to you guys go well? Did she spill her big crazy plan?”

“Yes.” Cooper’s big hands flexed as if gripping his nerves with brute strength. He spoke carefully and deliberately. “Yes, it was a very interesting visit. It really caught us by surprise. Her plan to move here, that is. That’s what surprised us.”

Lora joined in. “We can’t quite see the fascination of this town. I believe I’d been here once in my life before Harry made the move and now all three of my children will be living here. Harry had a great job opportunity at the time, so he makes sense. Your transplanting I sort of understand. I haven’t seen Val so fired up about an idea since Kelvin proposed to her. What the heck did you do to your sister? “

Zach’s mug sloshed a tiny drop, which he caught with a napkin. He leaned out and took a cookie.

“I guess she had a nice visit here. The way she told me, she wouldn’t be so alone when Kelvin went on his business expeditions.” He ate his cookie in one bite and pasted a smile on his face.

Cooper readjusted his seat and recrossed his legs. He smiled softly. “I know you kids get along, but such an upsurge of brotherly-sisterly love is really something.”

Zach began to cough and choke. He waved his hand to stop his parents from leaping to their feet and stepped out to the bathroom. Keeping an ear out for her baby’s condition, Lora turned to her smirking husband. She gave a half-smile and narrowed her eyes.

“I think we’re sharing a similar notion about our son. And our daughter.”

“I think we are.”

“You should see his bedside drawer. We need to buy some stock in safe sex businesses. Every pharmacy for blocks must be sold out of condoms.”

?Cooper’s thick eyebrows went up his forehead as his eyes widened. Then his smirk grew to a grin. “I’ve heard of late bloomers, but this is incredible. I guess a proper parent should be shocked or something. I’m feeling…jazzed.”

Lora cast a quick glance to the bathroom. The sound of water running came through the open door. She nibbled her lip. “Should we share our lifestyle secrets? About Val?”

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