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My Pride and My Vengeance: Ch. 1 Getting Your Foot in the Door.

What’s up, my names Taylor Fitzroy. I’m just your somewhat typical high school sophomore. I’m typical in that I go to school, deal with my dumb teachers, and I deal with my idiot teachers. I’m not typical in that I exercise and that I have real ambition. Not like these idiot that think they’ll go to Hollywood, be discovered, and be famous. My ambitions are not that superficial.
If you’re curious on how I look, well, I don’t mean to brag, but I’m a tall, muscular 16 year old. I have blond hair, blue eyes, and chiseled features. My so called friends say that my eyes look like I want to kill someone and my eternal smile, that I always have on, looks like I’m expecting something good, but the combination of the two makes me look like I’m enjoying getting revenge on some poor sap.
It’s the first day of my sophomore year at Rock Ridge High School and I just not trying to kill anyone… yet. I know what you’re thinking, and I do have anger issues that stem from my past. I’ll tell you more about that later, but in the meantime I’ll take about the present and presently I just want something to preoccupy my time so I don’t kill someone… yet. Due to my ambition, it has to something challenging, something few could pool off and above all, fun. And I think I found it.
My 3rd period class, U.S. History. The teacher’s name was a first year teacher, Robert Sanger. He looked like a man in his mid-twenties and had horn-rimmed glasses, but other than that he looked rather plain and unremarkable. History, not just U.S., was certainly a passion of his, he pretty much skipped the required introduction and started the lectures, he added tid bits of facts about some ancient countries blah, blah, blah. Though he may speak with a passion about history doesn’t mean I’ll actually pay attention to what he says.
Sometime during class he he said something about to me that just pissed me off and I decide I was going to amuse myself by constantly humiliating. Before I continue to tell you what he did keep in mind that I’m a narcissist, and of the two branches, healthy and destructive narcissism, I shamefully admit that I’m the destructive one. I try to force myself to the more healthy side, but sometimes my destructive nature gets the best of me.
Now onto what he did to me, during class he said “I bet you all didn’t know that the Americas was originally discovered by the vikings, but they failed to establish a permanent establishment.”
I replied, “I bet you didn’t know that we all don’t care and never will, but go on pretending that we ever will.” Some of my classmates gave laughing and shocked awes that I would say that to the teacher.
“Then should I give you your F now or give it to you when you flunk for not paying attention.” My classmates started laughing even louder. He damaged my pride, so now he must die now.
For the remainder of class I was thinking of a fitting humiliation for what he did to me. As we were leaving I saw something on his desk and it came to me, what is the most most humiliating thing a man can suffer. It is something so humiliating it shall forever damage his self-esteem, something that can ever ruin his life, and above all make him learn not to cross me. Once I saw his wedding photo I knew I had to take his pretty little wife and fuck her brains out. My eternal smile just became even wider as I leave his class.
***
Once I can home, I went to my room, I go to Facebook, and try to find his profile. It took some time, I didn’t think there would be so many Robert Sanger’s there are. Once I find it, I download his profile pick and use some software to find the precise location where it was taken and cross reference those coordinates with map quest to find where they live. I’m very tech savvy. They should really turn off the geolocating feature on their cameras, you never know who can find out where you live. Then I check out his and his wife’s profiles and learn her name is Lucretia Sanger and her job is a children’s novelist. Good luck with that one.
Once it’s about 8 o’clock, I sneak out and I jog to their house with some black clothes in my book bag. It’s a few miles away and I like to jog a lot. I suppose I could jack my neighbor’s car are again, but you never know how many times you can do that before you actually get caught. Though I do have a fall guy, he’s black, so they’ll get him instead of me. Sad, but true.
Before I arrive at their neighborhood, I change into my black spying clothes and jump their gate into the neighbor hood and sneak through the bushes so nobody spots me. After traveling few blocks through the bushes, I see their house.
The Sanger house is a large, freshly built, two-story building. My first thought on seeing the house is… How can they afford this place, it must cost a fortune!? I know it’s a buyers market out their, but still, he’s a freshly graduated high school teacher and she’s a children’s novelist. There is no way they can afford this place and they didn’t inherit it, it’s too new for that.
I sneak through their yard and look into their window and see those two at the dinner table. Lucretia looked like a sweet, innocent housewife. She’s a beautiful woman with ample tits and the face of an angel. What was she smoking when she married Rob? Damn, I want to rip those clothes off and fuck her in front of her husband.
They’re talking about something very import. Though I can’t hear them, I can still read their lips. To sum up their conversation, they’re talking something about credit card fraud, that explains the house, and not wanting to be found by the IRS for tax evasion. It seems to be Rob’s idea as Lucretia seems to be against it saying they don’t need a big house and what not as Lucretia wants them to buy everything with their own money that they earned.
After their talk, they head up stairs and get ready for bed. Luckily, there’s a tree right by their upstairs bed and bath rooms. Lucretia takes a show before brushing her teeth and heading to bed. As she does though, I take out my camera, zoom in and take pictures of her naked body. Pretty soon Rob joins her, with his small pecker, and get busy in the show, and I catch it all on tape. It’s quite important for what I have planned.
Afterwords I head home for some sleep. I need all the rest I can get for what I have planned for tomorrow.
***
After school the next day, I ask one of my friend to drive me near the Sanger house. Since her husband is still at the school for beginning of the year teacher stuff, I can have ample time to start my plan with his wife.
My plan to take her has three phases.
Phase one, arguably the most difficult and most important is to fuck her, or some other lewd shameful act, and make sure she won’t tell anybody. What makes this so difficult is if I go too far, she’ll call the cops or her husband and I go back to the Juvenile Detention Center. I’ll explain that one later.
Phase two involves me returning for another round and fucking her in a way that she’ll love it even more than her husband and also degrading her into a cock hungry slut. With my larger than average cock and my youthful stamina will give me an edge over him, plus there are somethings I’d like to try out on her.
Phase three involve showing him what I’ve done with his wife and how much she loves it. There’s no point in a secret humiliation, he won’t suffer. I am thinking about getting her pregnant though. If I get her pregnant with my kid, then he’ll suffer much more.
Now even though I have this plan, I must make sure my pride doesn’t make me think I can’t do something beyond my abilities. As Daddy says, “Make sure you you are capable of doing a job or else you’ll be in over your head.” I don’t like the man, but he has some good advice… sometimes.
I walk up to the front door and ring the door bell. Lucretia answers and she looks stunning with that black corset and miniskirt. Damnit, I want to rip those clothes off and fuck her right now. But I have to be patient.
“Hi, may I help you.” She says with a sweet smile.
“Yes, I have something to discuss with you, Mrs. Sanger.”
“Hmm, about what?”
“It’s a closed door kind of thing.”
“Umm, okay? Come on it.” She’s a little curious, but that’s still no excuse for letting a complete strange into your home. You never know what he might do once he’s inside. Hehehe.
Hmm, it may just be me, but the house looks even better looking at it from the inside, than looking at it from outside the window.
“Nice house. How could you afford such a nice place?” I like I don’t know.
“Oh, my grandfather recently passed away.”
“Hmm, and here I thought it was tax and credit card fraud.” I say teasingly.
The moment I say that she just stops for a few seconds, turns back at me with a serious expression and says, “What did you want to talk about?”
“Hmm, I think you know.”
“Did the Dukes send you?”
“No, who are they?” I wasn’t expecting that one. Who are they? They do kind of sound familiar “Oh, they must be the people you stole from.”
“How do you know about us?”
“I don’t think I’ll tell you. At least just yet.”
“What do you want? Money?”
“No, no, what I want is more simple and then I’ll be out of your hair for good.”
“Spit it out.”
“First, I want to see you naked.”
“Please don’t make me.” she says as she hold on to her clothes. “Don’t you want some money?”
“I told you to strip, now snap to it.” I command her. “Or do you want me to call the police”
She unbuttons her shirt and slowly takes it off. Next she takes off her shoes and unbuckles her belt so she can take off her pants. Now she’s only in her underwear and socks.
“There’s still more to take off, my pet.”
She then takes off her socks.
“You’re still in your underwear.” I point out.
“P-Please don’t make me.”
“Hmm, perhaps I should go to the police about your not paying your taxes and give your husbands student pics of his nude whore wife.”
“What did you say?” She sounds shocked. “About nude pics.”
“Oh, did I forget to mention.” I show her pics of her naked in the bathroom. “I even have photos of you and your tiny husband fucking in the shower.” I show her those two. Her face becomes bright red. “Now snap to it.”
She unhooks her bra takes it off. Then she takes off the final article of clothing she has, her panties, she slides them down her legs. Now she is butt naked, but she is covering her tits and cunt with her hands.
“I want to see your lovely privates.”
“Please anything but that!” tears are flowing from her face.
“Anything? How about you suck my cock then.”
“You know what I mean!”
“How about it I get naked, too.” When 5 seconds after I say that, I’m in my birthday suit and my six pack ab, my large biceps, and my monster, rock-hard cock are in full view.
The moment I take off all my clothes, her face grows bright red again and lets out an embarrassed shriek. Then she covers her face with her hands and looks away, but soon looks back as her eye peeks through her fingers and eyes my cock.
“You like what you see?” I smurk. “Do you know how big it is. Much bigger than your husband’s tiny thing.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She closes her the gap between her fingers in front of her eye. As she does so I take out my android and start recording this. “Rob has a big penis.” Now she’s either a liar or and idiot.
“By they, nice tits.” The moment I say that she drops to the ground and covers her tits. “You do know I’ve already seen them and have pic of them.”
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” She notices the smart phone and says, “No! Please stop recording this and delete all of that.”
“Yeah, like that’s going to happen.” Really, why would I delete these beautiful video? But I do need to draw a line, I can’t go to far on our first… session. I just need to go far enough and do something that will let me go a little farther, like comforting her a little. So I wrap my bulky arms around her and tell her, “It’s all right. I’m here.”
“Then let’s stop this.” But we’ve come so far.
“Not yet.” I put my index finger into her cunt and begin to rub her g-spot and I rub her clitoris with my thumb. The moment I do her body starts to release loosen up and also starts to get a little wet as well.
“Aaahh, stop! Please stop!”
“Sorry, but I can tell you’re enjoying this so much.” She is, she’s really starting to pant. Does her husband ever stimulate her sensitive spots? Or even know how to? “I would hate to stop it now.”
She’s enjoying this, but it’s not enough. I want her to know just what the difference between me and her hubby are. I grab her hand and pull it onto my hard cock. She is now feeling my manhood. What a lucky gal, don’t you think?
“Try stroking my cock.” And lo and behold, shortly after I said that, she started to slowly stroke my cock. It was a rather slow and weak for a hand job, or any job for that matter, but it’s a start. “That a girl.”
Lucretia’s face was so red from embarrassment and made such cute moans. I was pretty sure she was going to soon, so I grabbed her hand and made it stroke my cock faster. I wanted to cum onto her naked body to mark her like a dog marks it’s territory.
Well, soon enough she did cum, and almost passed out. She was lying on the floor, but I still made to give me a job. Well about 10 minutes after she came, I cum as well, damn my naturally long endurance. My cum sprays all over her face. Too bad her mouth was closed, I want her to taste my seed.
She started touching her in disgust. It’s like her face is saying, “What the hell did you put on my face.”
“Try putting it in your mouth. My seed taste delicious.” I tell her with the widest grin possible.
“No, now get out. You’re done right.” She says with a serious puffy face. “You said once you were done, you’d go away and I’d never see you again, right?”
“You’re right. I did say that. And I’m a man of my word.” I was lying, and if you know me well enough, you’d know that sometimes I makes promises just to break them. I grab my clothes, put them on, and tell Lucretia, “Good bye. And be sure not to tell anyone about this, not even your husband. I wonder what he’d think if he heard another man made your cum?”
As I walk out the I notice her tasting some of my cum. After I’m outside I look at my phone and look at what I just recorded. She forgot that it was still running. Well phase one of my plan went of without a hitch and on Friday I can carry on with phase two and actually go into that cunt of hers.
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You be the Mom, I’ll be the Dad, ok Sis?

You be the Mom, I’ll be the Dad, ok Sis?
….Sis and I were talking when my sister first came up with this little game of ’mom and dad’ she wanted to play. I’m Bobby and she’s Glenda. I think back and I think she just wanted normal parents. Now she could pretend we were the ideal parents.
…..We want to tell you how we grew up with a secret home life of our own.
…..Our parents fought a lot verbally. They both drank to much and it was a way of life in our house. Glenda was 2 years older than me and we were close. My room was in the basement where it was quieter and I could wank pretty much in private. One evening as I lay in bed, I thought about my girlfriend naked, as usual, and I heard the door quietly open. Slowly down the stairs came Glenda in her nightgown. She had a cute build, nice tits and cute ass…but she unfortunately was my sister. We smiled as she came over and lay beside me. “They’re at it again. It’s so nice down here, I’m going to trade bedrooms and you can stay up there.” she said.
…..“No way sis, you can stay down here until they go to sleep, but I’m not living up there.” I said.
She said: “Ok, I’ll be the ‘nice’ mom and you be the ‘nice’ dad, Ok?” “Mom and dad?, those are girl games. How about you be a stripper and I’ll be the watcher. Now that would be a hot game.”
….She rolled towards me smiling that ornery smile of hers. She said: “What ever you want…’Daddy’….” I said: “Oh really? Is ‘Mommy’ going to do a sexy strip tease for ‘daddy‘?”
….She rolled out of my bed and started trying to act all sexy and feeling her body over her nightgown. She lifted it up to almost her pussy and squeezed her tits. I said: “No no, ya gotta ‘be’ sexy, not just act sexy.
…. “Help me daddy. tell me what a guy likes to see a stripper do.” she said. I coached her a little and I started getting a boner. She saw it and whispered: (“I must be doing better daddy.”) The sexier she danced the bigger my boner got. She jumped in the bed and snuggled up to me. (“…you’ve made mommy all horny daddy. You’re the ‘daddy’ and you have to ‘fix it’.”)
…..I had my hands behind my head watching her. I looked at her and that little cutesy smile. ….We could still hear our mom and dad arguing up stairs. She snuggled closer, pushing her tits and pussy into me. We continued to whisper. I said: (“…you made daddy get a boner…you’re the ’mommy’ and your suppose to ’fix it’…right?”)
….I figured that would put an end to her game of ’mom and dad’. I wasn’t into having sex with my sister for real. Wanking…. oh hell yes, I thought about fucking her many times, but the real thing…no way…I thought…or…use to think….things were changing as I looked at her tits (no bra) and her (no panties) body. I began to look at her as a hot bodied girl, and not a sister.
…. She paused.
Glenda thought…..
…..what am I going to do. I love this game of ’mom and dad’, it’s makes me wonderfully horny. If I stop right here and do nothing, the game will end. I know how he says he not an incest guy, but he seems different now that it’s staring him in the face to do or not to do something. I don’t want to be the first one to commit to doing something, and I know he doesn’t ether.
….I’ll make a little move and see if he makes a little move. Damn this is making me really horny now. I can feel the wet in my pussy. He’s got a big boner and is not even trying to hide it. Here comes my little move Bobby. God I hope he responds. We’ve never talked about sex, but I would love to have sex with that boner of his.
…..I didn’t move my body but just whispered: (“…how can mommy ’fix it’ with it all covered up?”)
Bobby thoughts…..
…..She still wants to play the game. Damn her, now I’m on the spot do something. I‘ve got idea. She’ll ether go or no go, to make a real move on me.
I turned out the lights.
…..We didn’t talk. Both our thoughts seemed like they were loud speakers in our heads. I slowly reached over and took her hand by the wrist. I placed her limp hand gently on my boner She took my limp hand and gently placed it on her tits. We had just made a move on each other and we both giggled. We had just dual committed to feeling each other up.
….Her tit felt wonderful and warm as I let my fingers feel it. Her fingers gently felt my boner. We didn’t speak, but ‘mommy and daddy’ began our first ‘real’ feel up.
Glenda…..
…..When I felt his hand pick up my wrist, I got mega chills. I felt my pussy contract and flex inside. The juices began to flow. I gasp for breath and my heart began to beat hard. Then when he didn’t remove his hand, after I placed it on my tit ….a warm glow came over me. His fingers felt so good gently feeling all around it and feeling the nipple. My hand continuously trembled as for the first time ever, I felt his nice boner. It felt so warm and hard now. I held back my urge to moan a little and kept quiet. I began to gently stroke it. It now stood straight up, making a big tent in his shorts. It was time to get the tent out of the way…..
Bobby….
…..what a hot feeling to have her tits to play with for real, not just imagine. They were full and warm. Her nipples became hard quickly as her chest moved up and down. This was just a mutual feel up, that’s all. I told myself. No incest here….a….like….just good friends scratching each others back….yes…that’s all it was. I knew other guys who had copped a feel on their sisters, and no big deal. We told ourselves we were just ’cool’ and respected each other as brother and sister.
We lied…..
…..I wanted to fuck her bad….I rolled on top of her. She whispered out of breath: (“…oh daddy!“…)…She pushed my shorts down and put her hand on my bare boner and started stroking it.
Glenda….
……Just a little friendly feeling us up, between brother and sister?….no…not now. I was the mom…. and dad and I were headed to have our first sex. I closed my eyes and pretended he was my new husband and I his new wife. It was our honeymoon and our first sex was happening now……
…..I helped him roll on top of me as a little moan slipped out. I had his bare warm boner in my hand now and I loved stroking it. I’ll just put it between my legs and …..oh my god…he is rubbing it up and down on my wet slit. I want it in me so bad. I put my hand on his and together we felt it slowly start in me. My fingers grabbed his butt cheeks as my hips began to move….
…..“GLENDA, ARE YOU DOWN THERE?”…shattered everything. Bobby quickly rolled off me and I went scrambling to the bottom of the stairs. “Yes, I’m coming up, be right there mom.” Mom mumbled something about what the hell are the lights off for, damn kids something, and walked away. Up the stairs I went, leaving our golden moment behind….
Bobby….
……I had quick pulled my shorts up and took covers and covered up my huge boner. I expected to hear more yelling…but all went quiet. I could still feel my boner start in her pussy. Warm, wet and oh so smooth. My butt cheeks tingled where she had held them so tight. I kept taking more breaths as my heart thumped hard. I couldn’t help but smile as the event replayed itself over and over in my mind.
….It was just suppose to be a friendly brother sister feel up….what happened? It felt like a giant magnet pulling us together, and it was still ’on’. My mind raced for when an opportunity could be planned for ‘when‘….we could have our first ’real’ hot sex…..
…..I talked to sis about when was the best time to keep playing her little game some more. “Oh?…so you like my ’girls’ game do you?” she said.
….“I’m the dad and I want to keep the mom happy, that’s all.” I said. We both chuckled as our arms went around us. We were in the laundry room and our hands started feeling us up. Mom and dad were in the living room and It was excitingly risky.
….Glenda was warm and our breathing went heavy. She pushed her nice tits into my chest. I pushed my semi-hard cock into her pussy to make her jump. We loved making each other hot by sneaking it right under mom and dads nose. They pretty much ignored us as they popped another 6 pack.
…..Glenda whispered: (…“dad, mom needs some loving tonight. Are you in the mood?…I don’t have a headache or anything, so… I think I’ll go to the basement late tonight and let dad make mom happy…or is dad to tired?”)
….. I said back: (…”mom is so sexy I want to make her very happy tonight….dad will be waiting with a nice erection for mom.”) She said: (..we’re such good parents I think we should reward ourselves, don’t ya think?…it will be kind of like a ‘honeymoon’ for us. I’m going to get ready now.”)
….We had made ourselves very horny and we couldn’t wait for ‘late’ to get here.
Glenda thought….
…..God I wish our dad was like Bobby. I’m making him our dad from now on..…and with me as mom, we can have sex anytime we want…and I want dad…. tonight…..
….I got in the shower and dreamed of tonight as I washed myself and rubbed my soapy pussy. I heard the creak of the bathroom door opening…I knew it had to be daddy Bobby. I peeked and it was. I whispered loud…”Get out of here daddy, we’ll get in trouble if we get caught in here together. Bobby smiled and whispered back: “Daddy’s and mommy’s take showers together all the time, just let me see you real quick.” I slid the door back so he got a quick peek, and before I could shut it, he got in a feel of my soapy pussy then ran his finger up my clit. I giggled. then he went out and closed the door.
…..My new Daddy gave me warm pussy feelings when he did that….
….I used my sexist scented soap, I did my hair up and perfume everywhere. I picked out a tiny nightie with easy access to my pussy and tits. I heard mom and dad leave to go bar hopping. I wanted to run down to the basement and attack ‘daddy’ like parents do when the kids are gone for a while….why not? I put my robe on and headed for the basement.
Bobby….
….My sister was now the hottest girl in my life. That shower feel up was like a video in my mind and played over and over. The thought of tonight was driving me crazy. To have my cock start in her warm pussy, and then stop was torture.
…..We waited. I lay in my bed with a hardon that wouldn’t go down…wait…mom and dad leaving?…I heard their car leave. That meant about two to three hours of them being gone to the bar. Having ’mommy’ come down here was to much to hope for. We didn’t want to get caught if something happened and they came home.
….I heard noises up above me. ’Mommy’ was walking around. The I got chills as I heard the basement door slowly open. Down she came with a robe on. We smiled as she did a sexy little strip for me taking off her robe. Damn she looked hot, and with a tiny little nightie on. She slithered into the bed like a snake going after prey. We giggled and our bodies slowly came together under the sheet.
….”Mom, you smell wonderful and you feel so warm.” I said.
“Dad, did you have a hard day at work today?”
“No mom, I took the day off, I have a honeymoon to go to tonight.”
….Those were the last words we spoke as we began. We kind of went crazy with our legs and arms wrapped around us. We moaned and our hand started feeling all the things we couldn’t feel before. I tore that nightie as I rushed to get at her tits and suck on them and those nipples. He hands were all over me feeling everything. Slowly we moved onto the next thing…going 69.
…. I turned and took her little panties and tossed them. There was the hottest looking little bush ever. We got on our sides and I dived in. She moaned and twitched with each lick. I felt her warm lips around my hardon. Her fingers felt everything, my balls, hardon and her tongue felt wonderful. We were really turned on by now. I turned and we finally were going to have the sex we wanted. I said: “You’re the best mom ever. Will you be the ‘mom’ in my life for ever and ever?”
….She said: “Dad, I would be honored to be the ‘mom‘…may I?”
…. She reached down and put my hard erection in the entrance to her sweet wet pussy. We both moaned as it slid in so warm and smooth. We swear the earth began to move as we felt our bodies and let our tongues have their way with us. She fit perfect and her warm slick pussy was mind blowing. Her warm legs came and wrapped around mine as we lost it in joy beyond description. Our bodies became one fucking machine. The bed began to rock like I’d never heard it.
….
Her arms held me so tight it made my balls come alive with action. Her pussy massaged my cock like her mouth. I started to cum as my head was pounding. She started yelling wild words of euphoria. I remember her saying over and over…”oh god oh god oh GOD “ as she tensed up so tight she shook. “OH GOD!” was the last thing I heard as my cock exploited with a massive shot of cum, and it just kept going…. I have never fuck so fast in my life. She was right with me making wonderful sounds of pleasure. We ran out of air…and we didn’t care as indescribable things ran thru our bodies. I kissed her tears of joy as we passed out….
——–
….We woke up to sounds above us. It was mom and dad in their bedroom fucking. They were of course drunk and having a good time.
….We smiled at each other and laughed. This ‘mom and dad’ had just rocked ourselves into a new world of peace and joy. Oh my, I still had an erection and it was in it’s favorite place.
….We started in again with our own life. “Damn ‘mom’ your such a hot mom.”
“Damn dad, your such a hot lover….but we’d better be quiet, we don’t want to disturb ‘Mom and Dad’.

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MY UNCLE & I
Prologue:
For the sake of this letter I will use the name Julie because I always liked the name. Last summer I got an invitation to visit my Uncle Bob and his girl friend in San Diego. I had not seen him in for over three years. I was so excited about seeing him again and when I got off the train and saw him standing there my legs became very weak and I started to cry. He took me in his Arms and gave me a big hug. We drove to his girl friend home that was on the out skirts of San Diego. It turned out to be a four bedroom and three bath ranch style on about seven acres. They had a large dog kennel with about thirty purebred dogs and a bunch of mixed breeds they boarded for other people. She owned six male and eight female Great Danes; four Saint Bernard’s one male and three females; four Afghans, two male and two female; four Mastiffs, two male and two females. People came from all over the world to buy their dogs. The fact that all their dogs were trained to fuck on command had gotten a lot of attention in the dog world.
That night was really special because his girl friend April ate my pussy. It was the first time I had ever had a women do that and she really turned me so when Uncle Bob shoved his beautiful cock into my really wet pussy it brought back a lot of great memories. I felt his perfect cock sliding in and out of my hot fuck hole. My Uncles cock to me was the perfect cock at seven inches long and three inches in diameter. Just big enough to fill me but not to big to be painful. He fucked me twice that night and I watched him fuck April which really made my pussy so wet that I finger fucked myself until I climaxed. being with my Uncle made me feel like I was in heaven.
The following morning he let me use his computer. Out of curiosity I found this forum on his site. I new that he often used the name Shaggy Bob for some of his correspondences and I found he had written many stories here so I began reading them. I must admit that they turned me on. I asked him if I could write about him and me and would he post it on this forum. He agreed so I decided to write this.
The Story:
My Mother was of Mexican decent and a fourth generation American. She was five years older than my Dad. I have a ½ brother and sister and two younger sisters. My ½ brother and sister were four & five years older than me and were from Moms previous marriage. My Dad is three years older than my Uncle and was nineteen when Mom and Dad had me. All the days of my growing up I heard many stories about my Uncle and how many women he had been with. I also realized after reading his stories that they must have been true. Based on the stories I read I came to the conclusion that he also had been fucking his own mother, my grand mother since he was fourteen. I asked him about his Mother but he wouldn’t tell me anything but maybe some day he would explain it.. He also has fucked two of my mother’s four sisters over the years. He was only 16 when I was born. My brother went in the Army when he was 18 and my sister got pregnant and married just before her 17TH birthday.
I was thirteen when my life changed. My Uncle started baby sitting for us at least once a week so that my Mom & Dad could go out. Both my sisters and I loved Uncle Bob; he was a lot of fun and treated us as adults even when we were very young. I loved to get on his lap facing him and for some reason I didn’t understand would grind my pelvis into his groin. When I was about eleven I noticed that his pants would get very hard and bulge out and rubbing myself on it made me feel good. He usually would lift me off himself and say you’re getting to big to sit on my lap Julie. I would giggle and jump right back on his lap and he would tickle me until I couldn’t stand it and would have to get off him.
I think it must have been my Latin blood because I began to develop very young. By the time I was twelve I had tits that were 33b’s. My brother use to play with them and suck on my nipples that would really pop out when he did. Just before he went into the service I let him finger fuck me and he gave me my first climax. I was about 5 foot tall and weighed maybe 100 lbs at the time. I am only 5’2” and weigh just five more pounds now but my tits are 34cc’s.
After my brother went into the service and my sister got pregnant and moved in with her husband was when my Uncle started baby sitting us. My Dad asked Uncle Bob to baby sit one night because they wanted to go to his reunion. After that it got to be a regular thing every week, usually Friday’s but some times on Saturday. That would give Mom & Dad a chance to go out and have some fun. Uncle Bob was divorced and had an apartment about a mile from us. I use to put my little night gown on and get on his lap. Both my sisters did the same thing. But when I sat on his lap I would get this great feeling as I rubbed my pee hole over his crotch. Like I said earlier he would get a hard on and then make me get off him.
About the fourth week I had a climax while rubbing myself on his lap. Cum seeped through my panties and some got on his pants. When I got off you could see the white stuff on his pants. I was so embarrassed but he pretended not to see it and just went into the bathroom and wiped it off. I had started masturbating after my brother made me cum while finger fucking me so I wasn’t that surprised just embarrassed. From that time on Uncle Bob would let me rub myself on him until I came. When I did I would hug him and tell him how much I loved him.
Just after school let out that summer my cousin was getting married in Blythe and Mom & Dad were invited to the wedding. We didn’t want to go because Blythe is so hot that time of year and my cousin’s family didn’t have very good air conditioning, just swamp coolers, so Uncle Bob agreed to watch us that week end. That night after he took us to McDonalds for dinner and we played our usual games with him we all went to bed. Uncle Bob was in the living room watching TV when I got up to pee about 11:30. I decided to go in and get on his lap and make myself cum because I really felt horny and had not done it earlier. I took off my panties and went into living room. He was in his pajamas so I jumped on his lap and put my arms around his neck and started rubbing myself on his lap. It didn’t take long before I felt him getting hard so I started grinding my self on him faster and came very quickly.
He looked at me and said, “Honey you are getting to grown up to do this, you could get into some real trouble.” I just grinned and leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. We started french kissing each other and my pussy became very hot and I came again. It was then that I realized that his cock had come out of the hole in his pajamas with my grinding and I could feel it sliding back and forth across my opening. I felt so hot as I began to really move myself back and forth on his cock and I was breathing very fast. I don’t know what made me do it but I lifted up reached down and took his cock and put the end of it at the entrance of my hole and pressed my self down onto him.
It wouldn’t go in, so I took both my hands and pulled my pussy lips apart and pushed. He went into me about three inches and hit my hymen. “Honey I don’t think this is a good idea, you are a minor and my Niece and could,” I pushed down hard and felt him go all the way inside me. Oh shit I said because the pain was terrible, “get pregnant,” he finished saying. I just sat there on his lap and could hardly breathe. After about two minutes I began to move up and down on his cock and the pain turned to pleasure. It took about three minute’s before I came for the third time. That made me begin to really ride up and down on him faster and faster. I came again and then again. My vagina felt like it was on fire. Suddenly he lifted me off him and shot a load of his cum all over my Ass and stomach. He milked himself until there was no more white liquid coming out and then he lowered me back onto his cock. He fucked me for over twenty minutes the second time and I came so many times I couldn’t keep count. My breath was heaving in and out so fast I thought I was going to die. I had never felt so excited in my life. When he pulled out of me he came on my tits and rubbed his sperm all over them and my stomach.
We sat like that for about ten minutes as I kissed him and told him how much I loved him. He took me into the bathroom and we showered together. As we showered he took the end of the shower nozzle off and shoved it into my pussy and douched me out. He said he wanted to make sure I didn’t have any cum up there. We then went into Mom and Dads bedroom where he laid me down and spread my legs as he shoved his tongue into my vagina. I can tell you I had never felt anything so sensational in my life. I felt like my pussy was full of electricity as he ran his tongue up and down my slit. When he tickled a spot at the top of my slit I thought I would die it felt so good. My Ass was jumping all over the place and he made me cum so much I could hardly catch my breath. He sucked and probed my little hole for almost an hour.
Finally I grabbed his head and told him I couldn’t stand any more that I was going to pass out. He slid up and began to suck my titties as I felt his hard cock enter my love hole. He fucked me slow with long easy strokes. He fucked me for close to forty minutes and made me cum over and over. The feeling of his hands on my tits also made me quiver as he kneaded and sucked the nipples. I can tell you now that no one has ever made me feel the way I felt that night. When he withdrew his cock and let his sperm shoot onto my tits I had another climax. He then licked all his own sperm off my tits and tickled my nipples with his tongue making me giggle.
He took me to my bedroom and put me to bed reaching under my covers and finger fucked my pussy. He made me cum again before he left. It took me quite awhile to go to sleep as I re-lived what had happened that night. I woke up about 5:30 in the morning because I had to pee and after I finished I sat on the toilet and rubbed my pussy lips and the area above my slit that I later learned was my clitoris. I got real wet so I snuck into Mom & Dads room where my Uncle Bob was sleeping and crawled into bed with him. He was nude because he hadn’t put his pajamas back on so I took hold of his dick and put it into my mouth. His dick tasted kind of salty and smelled like my pussy.
When I got him hard I sat there admiring how big it was as I sucked and moved my hand up and down his shaft. I found out later that he had a seven inch cock and about three inches around. I stood up and then straddled him sitting down on his beautiful cock. I moved up and down his shaft and I could feel how tight and full it felt inside me. Uncle Bob woke up and rolled me onto my back lifting my legs high above my head. He began to shove his magnificent cock in and out of me. I could hardly believe how good he felt inside me. I began to breathe faster and faster and I felt that wonderful feeling well up inside me as I got close to an orgasm. I whimpered as I exploded into a magnificent climax. When he pulled out of me I quickly took his cock into my mouth and began to suck. It only took about 30 seconds before he erupted into my mouth. I had never done anything like it before and it caught me by surprise. I choked and some of his cum went down my throat but some of it ran out the sides of my mouth and onto my chest. I continued to swallow as much of it as I could.
I felt so alive, I started french kissing him and muttering how much I loved him. He made me feel so wonderful as we lay there while he played with my breasts and licked the cum off my chest and tits. He sent me back to bed. When I woke up it was almost ten o’clock. When I went into the kitchen Uncle Bob was making pan cakes and my sisters were sitting at the table watching him. Teresa the one who was two years younger had her legs up with her feet on the front of the chair she was sitting on. Her little night gown was pulled up and you could see her tight little bare pussy. My pussy had grown some hair around it the past year and was a jet black like my hair. I motioned for her to close her legs and she giggled as she sat up.
Uncle Bob took us to the LA Zoo after breakfast and we had a wonderful time. I had a lot of trouble keeping my hands to myself. A couple of times when my sisters were watching one of the animals in their cage I would take my Uncles hand and place it between my legs. If no one was around he would slide my panties to the side and insert a finger into my pussy. I have always been amazed at how quickly he could make me cum. I still remember how I always got so hot whenever I was around him. We got home about four and Mom & Dad were not home yet but there was a message on our answering service telling us that they would be back before nine o’clock.
The kids went out in the back yard to play as Uncle Bob began to fix dinner. I set the table and while we were letting the potatoes boil he bent me over the sink and fucked me doggy fashion as he kept an eye on my sisters playing in the yard. He made me cum three times before he pulled out of me. He shoved his cock into my mouth and came. This time I swallowed every bit of his cum and I felt so grown up and could not get enough of my Uncle. I was so in love with him. We had dinner and My Mom and Dad came home about 8:30. I almost cried when Uncle Bob left.
That summer I had to go to summer school because I had let my grades fall. I stopped by his office after school that first time and when I arrived there was a women talking to him. I couldn’t believe how jealous I became. I went in and he introduced me telling me that she was a client that had just bough a house through him and was there to pick up the keys. I could tell by the way she looked at him that maybe she wanted more than just the keys. I could have scratched her eyes out. My Uncle is not what you would call handsome but he was very attractive in a physical way. He was 6’2” tall and weighed about a hundred and ninety pounds. He had spent four years in the Navy and was a boxer on his ship.
After the women left I told him how much I loved him and wanted him to fuck me as often as we could. He told me that we must keep this to our selves that not only was I a minor but his niece and if anyone ever found out he could go to jail plus my Dad would never forgive him. He tried to tell me that it was a mistake and we should never do it again. I began to cry uncontrollably and I told him I would never tell anyone ever. He took me in his arms and tried to console me but I kept crying and telling him how much I loved him and wanted him. I couldn’t stop crying until I felt him put his hand up under my skirt and pushed my panties aside and inserted a finger inside my pussy.
I immediately stopped crying and opened up my legs. He went over to the front door and locked it turning off the lights and sat down on his chair and inserted his cock into my vagina after pulling my panties off. My legs straddled him and it felt so good as I felt his cock slide up into my cunt. He lifted me up and down his shaft for almost fifteen minutes before he turned me around and fucked me doggy style over his desk. He made me cum so much and my pussy wanted that cock of his deep inside me. After words he drove me home and let me out of his car a block from the house.
For the next three weeks I came buy his office every day after school and he would fuck me and eat my pussy. I couldn’t concentrate at school because all I could think about was my Uncle Bob and how much I loved him. He found out about my grades and told me that if I didn’t get them up to a C or better he would stop seeing me. That scared me so bad that I really forced myself to study. I brought my grades up to a “B” average. By the end of August summer school was over. For the rest of the summer when Uncle Bob baby sat us I would sneak into the living room after my sisters were asleep and I would let him fuck me. He fucked me sitting on the toilet, over the kitchen table, on the back porch and sometimes I would sit on his lap facing away from him with his cock in my cunt as we watched TV. I think I like that most of all.
One such night Uncle Bob was finger fucking me and he found a spot inside my vagina that set me on fire as he shoved his fingers in and out. When I came I thought I had peed because I shot so much water/cum all over the couch. My scream of ecstasy woke my sisters up. When they came into the living room Uncle Bob told them everything was Ok that I had spilled a glass of water onto the couch. That seemed to satisfy them and He took them back to bed. He later told me that I had had a “G” spot climax. Over the years my Uncle Bob has been the only one that could make me have those kinds of orgasms.
For the next two years my Uncle fucked me at least five times a week. Several times my sisters almost caught us. I also got very upset when my sister Teresa started doing the same thing to Uncle Bob that I had done sitting on his lap. She asked me why I got so made at her because she hadn’t done anything. I asked her that when she sat on Uncle Bobs lap how did it feel. She told me that it made her feel real good down there, pointing to her pussy. I told her that she should stop that it was a nasty thing to do. I told Uncle Bob what was happening and he promised not to let the her do that anymore. I think I was more scared that he would want to fuck Teresa than anything else.
Uncle Bob did a lot of dating and I would get furious whenever I found out he was fucking someone, which was all the time. He had three married ladies he use to visit during the week. I threatened to tell their husbands but Uncle Bob told me that if I didn’t stop being such a pain in the ass he would end it. I was so afraid of losing him that I kept my mouth shut. I liked being fucked by him to much to take a chance that he would end it. It never dawned on me that the threat of exposure was more fearful to him than my being cut off.
Uncle Bob moved to Manhattan Beach with a friend so I didn’t get to see him as much. I met a boy who I liked very much when I was fifteen and let him fuck me. I got pregnant and we went to Utah and got married. It was a mistake. He was a lousy lover and would cum to quick. We lived with his parents for two years. I finally had had enough and ran away to my Aunts in Blythe. My one Aunt took my son and raised him, later she adopted him while I went back to school and got my high school diploma. I lived there three years.
Occasionally my Uncle would come with my Dad and Mother to visit. We always had a great time. I remember the first time he came, he was sleeping on the couch and I snuck into the living room and got on top of him. I was so excited I came as his cock slipped into my wet hot hole. I think the thought of getting caught added to the excitement. I remember that we fucked for a long time that night. He came twice before I went back to bed. The first time he came on my tits and the second time in my mouth. Another time I heard him go into the bathroom and I snuck in and he fucked me while he sat on the toilet seat. Many times when no one was around he would fuck me doggy fashion with my dress up just enough for him to put his cock into my always waiting pussy. More often than not I would have one of those magnificent “G” spot climaxes when he fucked me like that. It always made a mess on what ever floor we wee standing on so we got to where we would put a towel down and stand on it as he fucked me.
My Uncle Bob never came inside me until I was eighteen when I started taking the pill. I remember how great it felt when his hot sperm shot up into my vagina that first time. It made me cum just from the feeling. I still love the feel of his cum each time he shoots a load of cum into my love hole. I let him fuck me in the Ass on my 19Th birthday. It hurt like hell at first but he took a lot of time. When he finally was fully inside my Ass I thought I was going to shit. My ass felt so full and when he began to move in and out of me very slowly I kept thinking I was going to shit all over him but as he moved in and out of me it kept feeling better and better until to my amazement I came. it was and after awhile it felt good. He was always very gentle with me. He is the only one I have ever let up my Ass. I also love him because he always made sure I came several times before he would shoot a load of cum inside me.
I started living with a guy who owned a bar in Blythe. He was older and a pretty good lover but was very jealous of me. I worked as a bartender in his bar and a lot of guys would hit on me and we fought all the time about it. He didn’t have as big a cock as my Uncle and not as good at eating my pussy like my Uncle did. I did fuck several of the guys who came in but only ones that were married because they could keep their mouth shot. Most of them were Mexican or of Mexican decent and none of them had very large dicks. I think the biggest was maybe 6”’s. I would always fantasize about my Uncle when any one fucked me. Whenever my Uncle came for a visit I would find a way to sneak off and fuck him.
Every September Uncle Bob would come for the dove hunting with my Uncles in the fields around Blythe. Also besides fucking me he was fucking my Aunts when he came. I didn’t realize it until I began reading his stories. I should have caught on especially after I came into my Aunts house and found my Aunt leaning against the sink one afternoon. Her face was all flushed and her dress was hiked up on her ass. Uncle Bob was sitting on the kitchen chair and both were breathing a little heavy. I asked her what the matter was. She told me it was nothing it was just so damn hot. She took her skirt and fanned it and then let it slide back down. I now know that my Uncle had been fucking her doggy fashion when I came into the house. I would have had a fit had I known then that he was fucking my Aunts. Even now I get a little pissed thinking about it. I didn’t blame my Aunts because my Uncles were always drunk at night. I think it was because it wasn’t me. Even when he said his stories were fiction I could tell that there were always a good deal of his life in them.
There was something about my Uncle that just kept drawing me back to him. When He would enter my pussy with his cock or tongue I would go simply crazy with desire. I never seemed to get enough of him and no sooner we would finish fucking than I would want him inside me again. I tried to get pregnant by him but never did. When ever he left I would cry for hours and my pussy would ache for his cock. This went on for almost six years.
The first few days in San Diego I spent reading his stories and letting him fuck me. I even began to eat his girl friends pussy and we had some great nights doing just that. I loved it the second night when she was eating my pussy and Uncle Bob fucked me in the Ass. It had been a long time since I had cum that much. When I read his story that she co-wrote about how to fuck a dog I really found I got turned on and masturbated while I was reading it. I asked my Uncle if she really let her dogs fuck her. He said “Would you like to watch her fucking a dog?.” Just thinking about it made my pussy wet and I told him I would love too.
The following morning before they opened for business we went out to the kennel. She brought two of the biggest Great Danes I had ever seen into a shed they had. Inside the shed was a chair, one of those big soft ones. She was still in her robe and when she took it off she had nothing on. Uncle Bob’s girl friend had a great body for a 40 year old. Her tits were firm and she had long legs. She was 5’9” tall and weighed about a 135 lbs. She asked me to eat her pussy so it would be nice and juicy for the dogs. She sat on the chair and I got down on my knees and began to eat her pussy. I could hear the dogs straining at there leashes as I ate her. I was just getting into it when my Uncle slipped his cock into my exposed pussy really turning me on, I started sucking and running my tongue in and out of her hairless pussy with gusto. I sucked on her clit with a furry and she began to cum one after the other. My pussy was on fire also and I came several times. Right after I felt my Uncle cum deep inside me he helped me get up.
She turned over and put her knees on the chair and my Uncle led one of the dogs over behind her. He began to lick her pussy and I was amazed at how deep that dog could get his tongue inside her. I heard her command the dog to mount and he did. I watched in fascination as his dick slammed into her pussy. Uncle Bob had me get down and close so I could watch what was happening. I couldn’t believe how fast his dick was going in and out of her as I knelt down just behind the dog with my own pussy dripping my Uncles cum.
I heard her moan as his long dick slammed into her. When I saw his knot on his dick begin to swell my eyes almost fell out. It got huge and when he finally forced it into her he slowed down some and was just making little jerking motions. She was moaning something awful . Uncle Bob told me that when the dog was making those short hard jerking motions was when the dog was really cumming inside her. She reached back and took hold of his back legs and began to rotate back and forth on that dog’s dick. She kept doing that for over fifteen minutes as she kept moaning with ecstasy. “OHHHHHHHH GOD OHHHH SHIT YESSSSS . OHHH HOW HE MAKES ME CUMS” she cried. Finally the dog pulled out of her and I was astonished at how long he was. Uncle Bob told me that from the tip to the knot was 6 & ½ inches and the knot was 3 inches plus another inch behind the knot and his balls. That meant that she had taken 10 & ½ inches of his cock inside her.
I thought the show was over but my Uncle went over and unleashed the other dog. He didn’t wait a second but mounted her just like the other one had. I again watched with fascination as that dog pile drove his cock in and out of her. This ones knot was even bigger, almost as big as a soft ball. When it went inside her pussy and stayed there I watched as he pumped his doggy cum into her. She was moaning and jabbering something I couldn’t under stand. When he stopped pumping her she again took hold of his hind legs and forced that cock back an fourth inside her pussy.
All in all it took about forty minutes for those dogs to fuck her from start to finish. She curled up and laid in the chair after the dogs dick came out of her for about twenty minutes. My pussy was so wet I could see drops of cum on the cement floor where I had been kneeling. My Uncle asked me if I wanted to try it. I told him that I was really turned on but was afraid that the dogs were two big. I told him that the biggest cock I had ever had was his. Finally I said I would if they had a dog that wasn’t so big. My Uncle said that he would make sure the knot didn’t go in the first time until I got use to a dog’s dick.
We decided it would be my turn after breakfast. When his girl friend got up I noticed her legs were a little shaky but she smiled and said, “I can never get enough of them.” She told me that about a previous she let twenty of the dogs fuck her. She said she fainted several times from the shear ecstasy of it. She also said she could not walk for about two hours because she was so drained. She also said that that her goal was to eventually let all 30 dogs fuck her. Wow I thought.
We finished breakfast about 10 O’clock and then went out to the shed. I sat on the big chair as my uncle’s girl friend began to lick and suck my pussy. It didn’t take very long before I began to cum. Uncle Bob came into the shed with an Afghan and a large black dog that looked like a huge Bull but was called a Mastiff. He asked me which one I wanted. I said the one with the smallest knot. He tied the Mastiff up and led the Afghan over to me. I turned around and that dog started licking my drooling cunt. His tongue was a little rough but it felt food when he snaked it up into my pussy and then raked it across my clit. He told the dog to mount and he did, boy did he. He slammed the longest Dick I had ever had into the depth of my pussy. I felt its cock begin to swell and fill my pussy. I felt his knot on the outside of my pussy hammering my opening as he was jamming that long cock in and out of my pussy like a jack hammer. He gave a huge shove and his knot went inside my pussy and at the same time the narrow end of his dick shot into my uterus about an inch. I exploded in a series of climaxes. He held me tight and with little quick jerks I felt him begin to shoot his hot cum straight into my uterus. I thought he would never stop cumming. Squirt after squirt shot into me. I came almost every time I felt that hot liquid hit my uterus.
I just knelt there with that long big cock buried deep inside my stomach it seemed like forever but was only about five minuets. I kept cumming long after he stopped fucking. I felt him finally withdraw his cock but before I could take a breath the other dog mounted me and jammed his cock deep inside me. He was much bigger around than the Afghan and he stretched my pussy just like my Uncle does. Like the Afghan he pumped my pussy like a jack hammer when suddenly I felt his knot go inside my vagina opening and begin to swell. Boy did that knot swell as he filled my pussy cavity to where I thought I was going to split. He stopped jamming his cock in and out of me and held me real tight and began to have those short little jerks as he pumped his hot doggy cum into my hole. His knot was sliding over my “G” spot and I exploded with a huge climax. As tight as his cock was in me I still shot a bunch of water/cum out the sides of my pussy. I think I fainted for a few seconds. I was cumming and I didn’t want it to stop so I reached back and grabbed his hind legs Like I had seen April do and began to push that knot back and forth inside my fuck hole. I fucked that dog’s huge cock for over a ½ hour because I couldn’t stop cumming. I was moaning and groaning something terrible as saliva was running out the side of my mouth as I fucked that dog’s huge cock.
I finally started to come down off the high. When the dog pulled out of me he almost pulled me out of the chair. I couldn’t move I was so exhausted. After about twenty minutes I was finally able to speak. I told my Uncle that I had never had such a great experience. I said the dog was the first one to make me have a “G” spot climax other than him. That on a scale of 1 to 10 it was a 12. I also told him I haven’t been that excited since the first night he had fucked me when I was thirteen. later on I found out that the Afhgans cock was eleven inches long and that was why he was able to penetrate my Uterus.
That evening April asked me if I would like to try another dog. I told her I would like to be eye ball to eye ball with her and watch one of her dogs fuck her as another fucked me. She brought in a Great Dane and a big Akita she was boarding. What a turn on. To watch the expressions on her face as that huge Great Dane fucked her while at the same time feeling the Akita’s cock pounding my hot pussy was indescribable. I watcher her roll her eyes up into the back of her head as her dog fucked her and pumped his cum inside her. My pussy was on fire as that knot entered me and soon made me have another of those huge climaxes. The next morning they asked me if I would like to move in with them.
Epilog:
Well it’s been just over a year now. April accomplished her goal and was able to fuck all thirty dogs this summer. It took just over five hours. My Uncle and I helped the dogs mount her one after the other. There was so much doggy cum you could have taken a bath in it. Her pussy was so swollen we had to put ice packs on her. It was five days before her pussy was back to normal. I was kind of glad because my Uncle fucked me twice a day while she was recuperating.
The most dogs I have let fuck me at one time was eight. I was so exhausted after words that I slept for two days. I really am turned on to dog fucking. Their knots really make me cum like a fountain but for pure romantic pleasure I love my Uncle. He knows just how to pleasure my tits and pussy. My Uncle and I take turns eating Aprils pussy and April and my Uncle Bob share mine.
The End.

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Modern mage Chapter 21

A little more character and group dynamic building here. I will get to the confrontation in time, but I believe that the story is driven by the characters and their relationships as much as by the actions and conflict. Hope you enjoy this chapter as well as the others.
After waking I looked over to the other side of the bed. Sindee was laying there sleeping peacefully with a smile brightening her features. I sat there on the side of the bed a few minutes content in watching her sleep. Every time that I looked at her I felt myself to be the luckiest man that ever lived just to have her in my life. I was fortunate in many ways; such as in the bond we shared because I knew without doubt that she felt the same as I did. Sindee was an amazing woman and I was going to ensure that nothing happened to her or any of the rest of us on the first of March. I also decided not to wake her right now so turned off the alarm. Today was the last day of vacation before she returned to the hospital for work.
I got up and through on some shorts and a T-shirt before heading to the kitchen quietly closing the bedroom door behind me as I went. I decided to surprise Sindee with breakfast in bed so I started to pull out all the fixings I would need from the fridge. It didn’t take overly long to prepare and fortunately Sindee slept until it was ready. I stepped into the back yard and grabbed a white and pink rose from the garden one of the werewolves was tending in the back yard. I used a simple bit of Life Magick to remove the buds and encourage the plant to heal and grow before applying just a little more to have both bloom fully open. I placed then in a small crystal vase on the tray with her breakfast. I made her an omelet filled with green and red peppers, scallions, cheddar cheese, chives and sausage with wheat toast, orange juice and coffee. Some may ask why I took the time to make it all by hand when as Mages there was almost nothing we couldn’t just get as at a whim. I like to think that because we have those abilities taking the time to do simple things by hand means more. It also fills me with pride that I am able to bring a smile to her face with such gestures.
I quickly opened the bedroom door before going back to the kitchen for the tray table. I carried it into the bedroom and set in on the dresser before crossing to her beside. I leaned down over her until my face was inches from her own. I gently kissed her lips as I cupped her cheek with my right hand. As Sindee woke she returned the kiss, deepening it with the passion we shared. As we broke the kiss I leaned back a little, smiled and said, “I love you more than I can ever say.”
Her eyes shined brightly in the dim light through the curtains before she replied, “I love you heart and soul and you know that. I know how much you love me because I can feel it through our bond.”
There was nothing else that needed to be said in that regard. “I brought you breakfast,” I told her as I turned to the dresser to get the tray. Sindee sat up against the headboard and slid to the middle as I returned with the tray placing it over her lap. “Enjoy my love.”
She smiled and patted her hand on the bed beside her in a gesture for me to sit. Picking up the small crystal vase, she leaned in to smell the two roses I brought in with breakfast. She placed the vase back before picking up her fork and smiling as she looked at all the food I brought her, “Are you trying to fatten me up or are you going to share this all with me?”
I chuckled at her statement, “With your metabolism and how active you keep use both I couldn’t fatten you up even if I wanted too. You’re perfect for me. You eat and if you don’t finish it, I’ll help but mine is out on the counter waiting.”
“No one is perfect Andrew, we all have our flaws,” she replied. “If you think I am perfect what happens as we change?” she asked in a serious tone.
I smiled even bigger, “I never said you were perfect, just perfect for me. We both have flaws that make us who we are and as time passes I keep falling more and more in love with you.”
“Good answer,” she said as took a bite of her omelet. The sound she made as she tasted it made me think of our conversation from the previous evening.
“Keep making noises like that and we may start working on those children before you finish eating,” I said with a lascivious grin before standing fully and stepping back. “I’ll be back in a moment with my plate to join you for breakfast.” I ran quickly to the kitchen and back.
We ate breakfast together, talking of family and growing up as we did. She convinced me to speak more of growing up within a large family, focusing me on the fonder memories from before that last summer. Sindee spoke of growing up as an only child and of her many pets and of the friends that she has lost touch with. Simply put we had a relaxing morning as any normal couple could by discussing our families past and plans for the future. We found that on one subject we were in complete agreement; both of us wanted a large family both in the children we brought into our lives and in the extended family of our friends. That and that Arthur and Jaq were the first choice for guardians in the event anything happened to either of us. Neither of us had known either Arthur or Jaq for a long period of time, but the quality of the time that we have known then told us everything we wanted to know about how fit they would be in that regard. Now all we had to do was ensure that all four of us survived what was coming in about three weeks. Unfortunately, that thought meant it was time to get out of bed.
I took the dishes out into the kitchen while Sindee got up and started. I shoved the dishes into the dishwasher but didn’t start it as I heard the shower turn on in the master bathroom. I returned to join Sindee in the shower which was a pleasant ritual for the two of us. It’s always nice to have someone to wash you back and I enjoyed washing her hair for her. Sindee’s hair flowed down her back like silk, falling almost all the way to her waist as she allowed it to grow, just trimming the ends as needed. As we assisted each other in the shower I ran my hands over her body, gently scrubbing her skin clean. Her skin was soft and warm, stretched taught over her toned muscles. While she was petite, Sindee had a core of strength and packed a lot of power in her small frame and gentle demeanor. I was reminded again that the only reason I was able to keep up with her during some of our workouts and most of the runs we took were because of my longer legs and the stamina built from the life I’ve lived over the last several years.
After our shower we dressed for a casual day, getting her ready for work the next day and my preparations for the coming fight. I had a thought that while I didn’t much like the general idea it was something that had to be done. “Sindee, I think we should work on more combat training for you, not just Magick,” I suggested to her.
She smiled at me, “I was wondering when you were going to think about that. I’ll tell you that while I have never used weapons before I have taken martial arts since I was young.” She gave me a teasing smirk, “My mother was taught to fight by her parents and decided that I should be able to protect myself as well.”
“I’m glad I’ve never made you angry then,” I smirked. “You think you can take me on?” I challenged with a grin and a laugh.
The sickeningly sweet smile she directed my way should have been warning, “I don’t know if I can beat my tough strong husband, but let’s change and I’ll try.” She turned and headed into the bedroom, returning quickly in her workout gear. “I’ll be waiting out on the back lawn,” she stated in a more serious tone without the smile.
I quickly ran into the room and threw on my sweats for working out and fight training because I wanted to see what she already knew. I also had this ominous feeling that I had said something I shouldn’t have. I was walking out to the backyard to join her when I realized that not only was the feeling still with me, it was steadily growing like a smoldering flame that could burst into an inferno. I pushed the thoughts aside as I joined Sindee and stood about five feet away from her.
She had the most serious expression I’d ever seen on her face at that moment when she said, “Whenever you’re ready Andrew.” There was no mistaking the challenge or the edge of temper in her voice.
I knew she was a red head and had the steel spine to match it before we ever got married. I knew she was an incredible multitalented woman who excelled in a male dominant profession. What I didn’t know, but would soon find out was how well she could fight.
I stepped in quickly with a jab for her rib, holding back my strength but not on speed. I knew I had her right up until the second that I was in the air. Somehow my feet had left the ground and as I tried to figure out had that happened I belly-flopped onto the grass with an audible thud having the wind knocked out of me. It took me a minute to roll over and sit up, another couple before I managed to catch my breath. I looked up at Sindee who was standing over me with a triumphant look in her eyes and a smile on her lips.
“Perhaps I should have asked questions instead of assuming that your classes were basic self-defense, and also not have underestimated a woman as amazing as you are.” I smiled at her before continuing, “I apologize for my assumption.”
She gave me that same smile from when I offered the challenge in the first place, “You’re forgiven, but I should remind you of something. I’ll quote a movie line that you seem to like: ‘Assumption is the mother of all fuck ups.’ I think that applies in this situation, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yeah, and I’ll have the lumps to remind me of it. I’m not healing these unless it becomes an issue as sometimes a little humility is a good thing,” I hung my head for a moment. “Ready to go again, and this time neither of us hold back as we evaluate what we each know and can learn.”
She gave me a mock-vicious look, “Ready whenever you are.” She reached down to give me a hand up.
I took her hand and as soon as my feet were settled I pulled her arm toward me in preparation for a throw. As soon as I started to pull she moved into my side faster than I was pulling her. I was turning my body in order to complete the throw as her foot made contact with the back of my knee causing it to collapse. As I dropped to the one knee I pulled her against my back and turned the throw into a roll. As we both came over with her pressed into my back Sindee released my elbow and swung to the side away from my back which caused both of us to hit the ground with a solid thud. We rolled away from each other and both got quickly to our feet. We continued to exchange attacks and blocks with neither of us able to gain an advantage. While I had height and reach and a slight strength advantage over her, Sindee’s agility, and speed were nothing short of amazing. We were more evenly matched than either of us realized. We were dead even on stamina and just kept going until neither of us could lift our arms to swing and could hardly continue to stand. When we were finished we just sat down on a bench by the garden together. That’s when the laughter and applause reached our ears.
I looked up to see that most of our resident pack of werewolves and a few others had shown up during the sparring match. Markus and Kyra were standing at the front of group staring at the two of us with looks of awe on their faces. Most of the other werewolves were talking, making gestures with their hands; I guessed that they were discussing the techniques we were using. The three trainers that had been sent to help with everyone’s combat abilities were looking at the two of with varied expressions of curiosity. The unarmed combat instructed decided to walk over to us. While I watched him approach I spotted Roarke standing to the one side with an evaluating expression.
The unarmed instructor, Garret, stopped a couple feet away and asked, “If I might ask, with the way you two fight why did you need to send for me?”
I looked up, making eye contact before I replied, “While I am trained I am neither focused on my fighting techniques as I have other areas and skills that I need to teach to several people, and more importantly I am not a combat instructor and would be a poor substitute for someone with your experience.”
Sindee also replied right at the end of my answer, “Like Andrew I am trained to defend myself and part of that is the ability to fight back properly. I am also still learning to use my other abilities properly and wouldn’t be able to focus on their training as they deserve.”
Garret’s features took on an evaluating cast before replying, “Fair enough, I can understand and agree with both of your reasons. I will say there is little more I can teach you but I will do so and request that you both aid me in the training when I may need you. Providing of course it doesn’t conflict with your other duties and responsibilities.”
Garret got his answer in stereo as we both replies, “Okay.”
After he turned to walk away, I waived Roarke, Marcus and Kyra over. While they approached across the yard I turned to Sindee, “Is there anything else I should know?”
She smirked, “Not that I can think of right now, but I may have a few more surprises for you as time passes.”
“I just love surprises,” I replied with a grimace.
Marcus and Kyra stepped up and he spoke up first, “I remember when you could barely defend yourself Andrew, where did you learn all of that?”
“I’ll tell you inside later as it isn’t general knowledge and I forgot until now that you didn’t know,” I replied.
Kyra was smiling and looked at Sindee, “Remind me never to get into it with you. Even as a werewolf I think you’d still kick my skinny little ass around the yard.” She laughed and the sound was one that could brighten up a room, no wonder Marcus was so taken with her.
Sindee simply laughed before joking back, “I reserve ass kicking for the men who act like asses. Besides, I think two tough women like us will agree more than argue. Especially with our taste in men.” Marcus and I both gave her looks a mild indignation before laughing; after all she had a good point.
Roarke laughed at the joke before speaking, “First I must say that I am thoroughly impressed by both of you. Second I have to ask Andrew; were you going easy on me that first day we met?” Marcus gave use both a curious look but remained silent.
I looked up at him before replying honestly, “Roarke, I wouldn’t say I was being easy on you as much as I really didn’t want to kill you when we started out. I have managed to go since my awakening without killing a pure mortal and hope to maintain that streak as long as possible. I was also unarmed against you with your Primium infused sword so I was at a disadvantage there as well, no way to use subtle magick against you.” Marcus’ look of curiosity became one of shock and confusion, which is when I remembered that he hadn’t heard about any of this yet.
Roarke however looked confused as well, “What’s Primium?”
Marcus spoke up first, “Primium is an extremely rare material that acts as a form of counter-magick. The more of the material present the more effective it is against a Mage or other spell casters. A mage would have to use spells that could cause a backlash on them to get past small quantities of Primium. The warrior wielding a sword with significant amounts of Primium would be well defended against Magick and any mage close to the weapon would find their ability to use magick limited.”
I spoke up when he stopped to take a breath, “That’s why I kept trying to open distance between us when we were fighting.” I stopped to take a breath, and then looked up at both of the mean before me, “I should have done this already, but I will correct the oversight now. Roarke this is an old friend and ally of mine, Marcus.” Roarke reached out his hand to Marcus, “And Marcus, this is Roarke; a relatively new acquaintance and I hope friend and possibly ally in what is to come. I hold no ill will toward him from our introduction as he was misinformed and manipulated by someone else.”
Marcus reached over and took Roarke’s hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you and will accept Andrew’s opinion and hold no ill will for you either.”
Roarke shook his hand before looking to both of us in turn, “Marcus, it’s my pleasure as well. Thank you both for your acceptance and forgiveness.”
I replied quickly, “Nothing to forgive, you were being used as a weapon and had no personal grudge against me. I think we need to find your benefactor however so that I may convey my feelings toward him personally.”
Roarke laughed, “Just the same, thank you. I’d also like to convey my opinion of being used to him personally.”
“If you’ve been trying to reach me for the last few days, I apologize as there was a need for Sindee and I to get out of town for a few days with a couple of friends and we just arrived back last night,” I told Roarke.
“Nothing to apologize for as this was the first time I sought you out and you are also entitled to live your lives, especially after I tried to end it,” Roarke replied sheepishly and lowered his gaze.
“Roarke, look at me,” I said. He raised his head to look me in the eyes before I continued. “You have nothing to apologize for, as I’ve said you were being used. I’d like for us to get passed that. More importantly though is that I’d like to count you as a friend at the very least. After sharing our stories, I feel that we are cut in part from the same cloth. Now, you came here today for a reason and I think we should probably get to it soon. How about we go inside and relax some.” I turned to Marcus, “If you’re willing Marcus, could you make or order something for lunch while Sindee and I shower and change so we can talk and eat together?”
“Sounds like a plan Andrew,” Marcus answered quickly. “Does anyone have a specific request for lunch?”
A few of the spectators among the werewolves and other guests shouted Pizza all at once so I looked at Marcus and told him, “Pizza it is, just order a dozen assorted pies for everyone out here. For Sindee and I an all meat and a super-supreme, get whatever Roarke wants for him and whatever you and Kyra want. Tell the pizza place to put it on the card on file and I’ll sign when it gets here.”
Sindee and I stood up and leaned on each other as we swayed back and forth while walking back into the house. Over my shoulder I shouted, “Since I’m providing the food and we already provided the entertainment, you spectators can make the Soda, Ice and Alcohol runs. We might as well make an afternoon of carousing and fun out of today’s events. Also, there are some tables in the shed for the food and drinks when it gets here. Baring rain the inside of the house is off limits due to discussions of a personal nature, alright?” The answer was a chorus of Yeses and Okays.
As I headed for our bedroom I grabbed my phone off of the counter and texted Arthur about the party and Roarke’s arrival with an invite to him and any of his people to join us if they desired. Sindee and I took quick showers to clean the seat and back lawn off of ourselves. We took them separately as we didn’t want to get too distracted and keep everyone waiting long. Sindee changed into a nice pair of fashionable black jeans and a dark forest green cami that set off her eyes and hair. I threw on a pair of black jeans and a black T-shirt, simple clothes that suited me for relaxing. Sindee went out to the living room to join the others as I ran to the basement.
On the way back up with the item I went to retrieve I checked my phone for messages and spotted a reply from Arthur: Party sounds great. Jaq, some of the Gang and I will be there soon.
I had to chuckle as I realized that Arthur, like myself, never used text messaging abbreviations. Not sure why, just an ingrained habit from how I was taught growing up. I was taught to treat any form of communication in a manner that would leave a good impression and things like that are difficult to change once you habitually practice them.
Upon entering the living room, I walked across to where Roarke was seated, “I believe this is yours and I meant to return before now.” As I spoke I handed the box I was carrying with me from the basement over to him.
Roarke carefully accepted the long box and opened the lid, “Thank you, but you bested me and have a right to keep the sword. It may sound old fashioned, but it was how I was trained when it came to such weapons, especially the more rare or unique ones.” He closed the lid and handed the box back to me.
“Am I correct in understanding that a refusal to accept it on my part would be an insult to your honor and to that of your adopted family?” I asked.
Roarke’s reply came quickly, “It could be construed that way, however I feel no slight toward that aforementioned honor at your request to return it as you were unaware of my family’s traditions and my training in that regard.”
I bowed respectfully toward his, “Then I accept the blade as earned and offered to me. Now am I correct in believing that what I do with this sword is my decision and your family and personal honor have been satisfied?”
Roarke looked at me with a curious and slightly suspicious expression before replying, “That would be an accurate assessment.”
I smiled at him with the widest grin I could situate on my face, “Than as a token of our new friendship and trust, I present you with a unique weapon that will defend and aid you in your future. I would be honored if you would accept it in that spirit and use it that you may remain alive and my friend.”
Roarke looked at me for a second and burst out laughing. It was a pleasant sound from him as when he laughed it was with his entire being and showed genuine mirth and contentment in the moment. After a minute he managed to catch enough of his breath to reply. He reached up and took the box from me, “Then it would be my pleasure to accept the sword as offered and I agree with the sentiment of calling you a friend.” He set the case before him on the table, opened the lid and ran his fingers along the length of the flat of the blade before continuing with,” And I will say well played. There are very few I know with the ability to fence verbally as well as they fight.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment as I have been told on numerous occasions that I talk too much,” I replied.
Marcus spoke up first. “That’s the truth, can’t get him to shut up most of the time.”
Sindee’s reply was right behind his, “And he’s an expert at placing his foot in his mouth.”
I looked at Sindee, “You too my incredibly gorgeous and true love?”
“After what started today’s earlier entertainment; Yes,” she replied.
I raised my hands in surrender, “Fair enough, you all win.”
The food arrived about five minutes later and Arthur, Jaq, Sam, George, Talia and even JD put in an appearance today. While the rest of the group headed out back to the garden party, Jaq and Arthur joined us in the living room. We spent the first part of the gathering getting everyone up to date on how it is that Arthur, Sindee and I had come to know Roarke. And Roarke explained that her had been doing a lot of thinking regarding the direction his life had been going and the hard truths that his recent adventures, specifically his fight with me and his conversation with Arthur at the Existence had forced him to face and work through in his mind.
Roarke was quiet for a moment before he cleared his throat, “What I had to face was that I had assumed that if you weren’t human, you were a danger to the human race. Until meeting Andrew and failing to kill him I had never had call to look at what I had been doing closely before. Not only had I failed to kill Andrew, I had expected that he would respond by killing me. When I came to in his basement he was still lying in the middle of the floor, unconscious but breathing so alive. I was sitting there tied to a chair and expected to be tortured for information when he woke again. I was resolved to pain and death by remaining silent. When he woke and Sindee came to his aid I was taken aback by their interaction. First I remembered him moving between me and the sound of a door opening right before I stabbed him and then his moving forward, pushing my sword deeper into his body to allow him to stop me from moving on after he died. The way they treated each other didn’t seem like the way the file describing his monstrous behavior would have suggested. I realized that no one really considers themselves as evil and my assessment of the situation may have been clouded by my head injury. After he was able to get up and moving he came to sit before me and talk while Sindee took my arms and healed the damage done to them while I attacked Andrew. He started talking and got me to open up and after hearing my story he was appalled to the point that he released me from my bonds without even asking for my word not to attack either of them. Not only that, but they provided me with food and drink and spoke of their own pasts to me. I was to say the least confused when I left here. After everything else, Andrew gave me advice that after talking to Arthur that night and continuing to think about everything I saw, I realized Andrew’s advice was a subtle guide to get me to find Arthur and the Existence. I arrived there and was welcomed by Arthur who sat and drank with me; spoke to me of choices and the real world behind what people see. I sat in a place surrounded by what only hours before I would have considered abominations and dangers to all humanity. I watched beings who up until I saw them there, I would picture in battles with each other that threated to spill over as a danger to the human race. I saw humans that were willing donors to vampires, not servants but friends from what I could see. I saw bitter rivals meeting in peace there. After observing and having my world flipped from black and white to all colors of the rainbow and every shade of gray as well I needed time to think. I spend the last several days wandering the city at night, watching what went on when I spotted supernatural beings. There was some fighting between the raced and even within the races but nothing that they allowed most of humanity to see. I only spotted it because I knew how to look for it and stayed hidden as not to disrupt my search. I also so races working together or holding uneasy truces with each other. Most of the feeding activity I saw left the victim alive with little memory something had happened or being done by willing donors such as in the club. I came to realize that everything I know about the supernatural is an assumption based on my limited experience of it. I thought about how I was manipulated into being someone else tool and weapons and hated myself for failing to see it on my own. I’m still trying to decide what I’m going to do for my future, but I wish to call any of you who will have me friends.”
I answered first with, “I already told you that I see you as such, and if you wish as you decide on your future I would like to call you an ally in the battle I’m fighting to save humanity and the supernatural races.”
Arthur spoke next, “I’ll have you as a friend as you are a good man at heart Roarke. Everything you’ve said here today only makes that more apparent to me. My door will always be open to you.”
Sindee spoke softly, “Our initial meeting may have been rocky at best, however I can find it in me to forgive you as you were being used and misguided. In addition to that I’ve had rocky starts with some of my best relationships, for instance Andrew was in a four day coma and my patient when I met him initially and he had just dealt with a serial killing mage of some kind. That and he was only sixteen so my feelings were still in the range of not entirely legal.” She stood and crossed over to him. She leaned down and gave him a friendly hug and peck on the cheek, “So here’s to a new start and a welcome to our extended family.” She stood and moved back to join me on the couch.
Marcus’ response suited him well, “I believe that the best way to defeat an enemy is to turn them into a friend as everyone in that situation wins. Andrew is a dear friend who accepted me into his family as did Sindee. I find that theirs is an example worthy of following and I would be honored to count you as a friend and to be counted among yours.”
Kyra who was normally quiet in similar gathering spoke up, and as she always spoke from her heart I was glad she did, “I have not had the rocky start that you had with them but they accepted me instantly and without reservation. I find them doing the same here with you. By their example, it is my honor and proud decision to do so as well.” She blushed and lowered her face. Marcus simply moved his right hand under her chin, tilting her face up and kissing her. She blushed deeper but managed not to shy away from the group again.
Jaq spoke last, “I’m not always the most forgiving person because of my profession, but I can understand people being manipulated. I’ll accept you as a friend and enjoy your company. I simply ask that you give me no reason to regret that choice”
Roarke had tears running down his face, the emotion overwhelming his control, “This is the second time I have been accepted into a family that wasn’t mine by birth. I am more honored now that I have been and will do everything in my power to ensure that none of you regret the choices or words you spoke today. I don’t know how I can remain a hunter in light of the revelations form this last week and today so I have much to think on before I decide my future. Thank you all again.
Arthur cleared his thought to speak, “I’d suggest Roarke that you go out back and talk to JD here or come into the club whenever you want to speak with him. JD was a Hunter like you are, his focus had been vampires but had hunted other beings as needed when they presented a threat to humanity. He has learned to select and research his targets for the most part. His situation is not entirely unlike yours, however a major difference. He had some special talents that weren’t strictly human and when they were discovered the other Hunters he had known stopped working with him, and then started to hunt him down. He may be able to give you some needed perspective.”
The rest of the evening turned into a party for everyone as those of us sitting inside joined in to the entertainment out back. The combat exhibitions that Sindee and I had started earlier had been taken up by different groups. As the night progressed almost everyone had joined in to show off some moves with the exceptions of Sindee and I who were already exhausted from our earlier match and Arthur and Jaq who seemed more intent of each other than on the fights. JD and Roarke put on an exhibition as they started speaking and were well matched. After about ten minutes the two of them took a walk along the property’s edge away from the crowd to converse as Arthur suggested. Sindee and I called it an early night after everyone promised to clean up when they were done, she had work in the morning and I simply wanted to spend time between the two of us.
We walked into the house, locking up behind us and headed for out room. I’d barely gotten Sindee through our bedroom door and closed it when I pulled her around to face me and kissed her with all the love and passion I had. I slid my hands to her hips and raised them slowly, lifting her top and grazing the smooth skin of her ribs as I lifted her top off. As I broke the kiss to pass the top over her head she took that moment to quickly yank mine up, making me step back and lean so she could remove it from my taller fame. There was not going to be a slow and gentle caressing tonight, all the emotion and energy we had work up today led us toward a manic, hungry need for each other. We stripped ourselves down on the way to our bed. With everything that had happened between us and all we had discussed of family we were determined to start working on those children tonight. Our bodies came together on the bed and our friends, the war, the world and everything else faded away. The only thing that mattered to either of us was the other half of our souls, the person in our arms and the sharing of pleasure and emotion between us. Nothing else existed but us for a time. It was a feeling that I wished would never end. We fell asleep with our bodies bound together as tightly as our hearts and souls and the Magick that connects all of it.

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Loving and knowing my spouse’s heart:
Chapter 6
In the morning a knock at our door awakens us, I only let go of Isabel long enough to pull the blankets up to Isabel shoulder. She turns her head to look at me.
A servant enters the room, on a table, she places a tray containing breakfast, my stomach grumbles at the smell of the food. Isabel stomach grumbles in return, apparently our appetite heightened because of last night’s activities. The servant bowing and says, “The King request your presence shortly, once you eat, wash, and dress. The King should be available within an hour and a half. If there is nothing else I will take my leave.”
Once the server has left the room Isabel jumps to her feet and runs for the breakfast. She divides the food into two plates, and waves me to come to sit beside her, once I reached the couch I pull her onto my lap. Isabel giggles as I begin to feed her. Isabel feeds me in return, before long we both finished our breakfast, and I pull her up over to the bathing pool. Scented soaps and clean washcloths are on a small shelf near the pool along with some large towels. Isabel and I splash and play a little inside the pool, the water seems to stay warm without ever needing more hot water. I dry Isabel, gently caressing her with the large towel.
Isabel quickly dries me and we again dress, not in the same clothing we wore for our wedding, we have other fine garments ready for us within the cabinet. The King’s Stewart comes seeing that we are dressed he smiles and says, “The King should be ready within a few minutes if you would accompany me.”
Escorted into an audience chamber we wait for King Patrick. The King’s new blue chair and ottoman are now in one corner of the room, and other comfortable looking chairs face the chair I created for him day before yesterday. A book on an end table near the chair, apparently the King has enjoyed his chair as he read. I can just see him there reading a story to his grandchildren as they spread across the carpet, Isabel and I set holding hands and cuddling our youngest.
The image seemed so real for a moment, but how can that be. I am the son of a farmer; cast down into slavery and freed by a master wizard, now just entering adulthood, a journeyman wizard and married to the most beautiful girl I have ever known. How can I see, Isabel and my children as the Kings grandchildren?
The Kings voice as he wishes us good morning brings me back to the present. I cannot help but a smile crosses my face as I look into his eyes. The King asks jokingly, “Lady Isabel was your husband gentle enough last night? If not I could always have him flogged as a reminder.”
Isabel giggles at the King’s joke. Mischief is in her eyes, Isabel says, “My King, he was gentle enough last night, but if he ever fails to be so may I call upon you?”
My face gives away my shock as I look from the King to my wife. They can no longer hold back their merriment and laugh aloud. Isabel finally says, “I feel my husband will never give me cause to ever request such a thing sire.”
Still laughing the King manages to say, “I do believe you are correct my dear lady Isabel. His caring for you has already cost me ten gold, not a mistake I will make again.”
Seeing our confusion he continues, “Justin and I wagered, about him breaking your maiden hood, I said Julius was in such a hurry that he would forget to block your pain. Apparently, Justin knew you better young men.”
Isabel smiles warmly, caresses my face, saying, “My husband is a kind and gentle soul. He would cause no one pain if given the opportunity. However, if the need arises he has not or will not shrink from his duty to protect the innocent.”
The King says, “I have heard the story, of how the Raiders were going to attack Camarillo. Duke Julius your Captain Michael and Master Justin reported the incident. Now I find I have not only chosen well, a wise Duke, but a strong protector for that city as well.”
I smile and bow thinking the King for his complement, and wish I can live up to his trust. Smiling brightly the King says, “At least you are not like the other dukes, preferring to allow their guards and soldiers to face the danger, when the danger proves too great for their men, they run. I think you two are far too noble to allow another to face the danger in your stead. However, young Duke, I would have you not face such great danger that good wisdom should tell you to ask for assistance. One ship of Raiders I know you can face, with the ease you defeated them; possibly two would only provide you a challenge. You need not stand alone if the numbers are greater, send word and my forces will join yours.”
After he sees, I understand the King continues, “Young Duke you and Lady Isabel are far too valuable to lose. The word of your bravery now stirs the hearts of many of my Duke’s in their duties to their cities. Your example shall do more good than you could know. The warning that the gods can judge them, and their Royal status will not protect them, has yet to reach its full impact. I have been away for so long. I fear my kingdom has fallen from the righteous.”
There were rumors that the King searched for his missing son for over a decade. It said that the King would only appear once in a great while, and the dukes truly ruled in his absence. Many of the dukes were loyal and just to the King and the people. Others like the former Duke of Camarillo had become wicked, serving only their desires.
The King smiles and says, “Enough of this, we have other more joyous thinks to discuss. Along with some other minor business, for instance when can you enchant several of the crates for the kingdom’s granary?”
I smile and say, “Sire, we can have your twelve complete before the spring harvest.” There was a few crops that are planted in the fall and sprung up in and grew to be harvested early in the year. Crops like spring wheat and early barley, along with some early fruits, and most berries harvested before the heat of summer. The earliest are the berries, now in late spring they will soon be ready to harvest. Without the magical crates, the crop must be quickly, eaten or made into jams, jellies, and wine for later, or go to waste.
The King smiles, “It would be good to have fresh cherries in the dead of winter. My wife loved those, and our Cook found a way to preserve cherries and we had some fresh cherry pie on the winter solstice the last year we had together.”
Justin chuckles as he enters. He says, “The Cook had hidden a large bowl full within your box, King Patrick. You did not leave your wife’s side that year as she carried your child, when the Queen craved cherries she remembered the hidden bowl. That is when she retrieved them, and decided to make a pie your wife’s favorite.”
The King chuckles and says, “If I had known the wardrobe would worked like that, it would have been my pantry long ago.”
Isabel giggles, “Perhaps sire we can make a pantry for your cook, Julius needs only to change the spell for the crate slightly to create shells in the pantry the cook simply walks into from a doorway.”
I smile at my wife’s confidence in me, Justin says, “Sometimes, easier said than done. Although young Julius seems to have a talent at altering spells.”
With a shake of my head I say, “With my wife’s assistance I would be willing to attempt it sire.”
The King chuckles and says, “And in so doing yet another thing I need be grateful to you for the deed.”
I chuckle as I shake my head no and say, “Perhaps your cook, but not you sire. I know of many of the great things you have done. The entire kingdom owes you much, think of it as a gift from a loving citizen nothing more.”
The reason the King had been searching for his son, his mother and he sent away from New Cowan for their protection during a siege by an Orc army when the boy was only a baby. Eventually the siege was broken, but no one knows what occurred to the Queen and Prince.
The entire kingdom knows how the King routed the Orc army. King Patrick and a small number of his Knights raid the orcs encampment killing their leadership, before long the Orc army was doing as much damage to itself as our army. Eventually the remainders of the Army of Orcs retreated into their own territories.
Only three duchies had suffered greater than what New Cowan had, those were on the invasion route, two cities now abandoned, and the survivors now rebuild one, so few citizens had been left alive from the orcs onslaught. Now only Fort Raymond guards the frontier, the Fort named for the Knight Raymond who set forth the plan that brought about the destruction of the Orc army.
The King chuckles and says, “That may be so, but it will not stop my gratitude.”
Isabel smiles and says, “Perhaps then you could invite us back for a piece of fresh cherry pie during the harvest feast.”
The King smiles and bows to Isabel saying, “It would be my honor to have you as my guest during this harvest Fest.”
Isabel curtsies to the King and says, “Thank you sire.”
The King chuckles and says, “Once you have your household in order, may I visit you?”
Without hesitation I say, “Your Majesty is always welcome, in order or disarray. Isabel and I will have many children, so order may be a rare thing in my home.”
The King smiles sadly, and says, “Julius, I wish you and Isabel all the happiness and as many children as the gods can bless you with.”
Isabel’s hand drops to a top her womb. I step behind her and cover her hands and I feel the new life growing in her womb, as I kiss her neck I whisper, “Yes love, you now carry our first.”
Isabel’s eyes widened with shock and joy, she spins in my arms and our lips meet brightening the room with our glow. The King confusion shows on his face. Justin chuckles and says, “Be careful with your blessings my King, apparently they are very fast acting. Isabel is now pregnant.”
King Patrick eyes light up with joy and says, “Congratulations my two young friends, may the child be healthy and strong.”
Isabel turns in my arms again so we both bow as one, Isabel in a bright voice says, “Thank you sire.” I can hear her inner voice, (I need to tell my mother, I hope my father will be happy. Oh, Julius I love you so much.)
I whisper, “I love you too Isabel.”
Justin chuckles and says, “It has begun Isabel, be careful of your thoughts your husband should soon begin to hear them clearly.”
I chuckle and say, “Yes my love, we should inform your mother and father very soon, I am sure your father will be overjoyed.” Isabel’s inner voice is all giggles, as she comes up onto her tiptoes to kiss me once more.
The King says, “Jeremiah most certainly will be overjoyed, having won that wager. He will be here shortly. Julius can think to stop her pain, but not keep her from becoming pregnant on your wedding night. The gods truly favor you.”
Justin says, “It was not always King Patrick, poor Julius lost his parents to Raiders who took him as a slave very young in his life. Julius wears the brand of a slave to this day, sold and resold when I come upon him he was nearly eight years old, but so malnourished he looked two years younger easily. I had to do a spell to retrieve the memory from him of when the Raiders took him, one the multitude saw how he became a slave they sought vengeance on the Raiders. My spell allowed him to remember and identify those who killed his parents.”
Isabel looks confused and asks, “Where would such a brand be, I felt none on Julius.”
Justin says, “I had healers try to remove the scar the brand had created, but none could.”
The King says, “Remember the woman who sung at your wedding, several healers try to cure her arthritis but none could, when your glow surrounded us all, her arthritis was healed.” The King slides up his sleeve, “Remember the scar I received from that Orc’s sword that nearly took my arm.” Justin shakes his head yes, and the King displays his arm to Justin. Justin examines the Kings arm it has no scar. The King continues, “This morning is the first in many years I have awoken without the pain to remind me of my lost son. The goddess come to me in a dream, she said soon I would know my son. I pray that is so.”
The King has a sad smile, “I have missed so much of his life, if only I had listened to my wife and let them stay. I pray that I will miss no more, that the goddess truly did answer my prayers.”
As the King was talking, I could not help but reach behind my back just above my hip where the slave scar had existed. My hand slides my shirt up and out of the way, as my hand, slides down my knuckles catch on the loose pants as I am scratching the skin where the scar had been. I so hated that scar, and what it stood for, for years I had to carry papers saying that I was no longer a slave. Now that my magic is strong enough, no one would make the mistake of trying to enslave me.
The voice of my mother-in-law as she calls to her daughter causes me to turn. I withdraw my hand not wanting to look like I am scratching my ass. The funny thing is the spot actually itched I guess having the scar there so long it was an odd sensation being actually able to feel the skin there. I realized my clothing is in disarray as I hear a gasp from behind me. I moved to start to straighten my clothing, only to have my hands jerked away. Turning I see the white face of the King as he knelt to look at the spot where the scar had been. Suddenly he turns to Justin and shouts, “Justin, you said you scribed for him. How can he be in your care without you knowing he is the Prince? ”
Justin in just as much shock as the King says, “Sire, I truly did not know. I scribed for the Prince, others scribed for the Prince also, and none could find him. It is as if the gods wished him hidden.”
Isabel in shock looks at me, “Does this mean I am a princess?”
I say, “First I must be recognized as the Prince, I am just my father son now. Until the ceremony to recognize me as the Prince, I do not hold that title. Until that time you cannot be recognized as the Princess.”
Justin in shock states, “My Gods could it be that simple, the mistake we all made. We made the mistake of scribing for a Prince, when we should have been looking for your son my King.”
The King slumps heavily in the chair I created for him, still white faced as we move closer, and I kneel before him. Looking Into my eyes he says, “I ordered my wizards, clerics and all who had any magic to scribe for the Prince. Could we all have forgotten that no ceremony proclaiming you Prince had occurred?”
Looking into my father’s face for the first time that I can remember I say, “If the gods wished it. Perhaps it was to answer many prayers not just your own.”
Justin still shaking says, “I had many clerics, and other healers try to remove the brand a slavery and scars from Julius. All finally gave up telling me, the gods wanted him to carry the marks.”
Holding my father’s gaze I say, “Do you know how many nights I laid in torment, praying to the gods that the next day would be better, for strength so the whip would not find me. I heard my prayers echoed no slave wishes to disappoint their master. Given the power, I will see that no man is a slave. No man should have the power to brand another and call him slave. I think that is a prayer the gods meant me to answer.”
Isabel wraps me in her arms as tears freely fall, she says, “My poor Julius, no one will ever hurt you again.”
Energy practically crackles around us. The King says, “Lady Isabel I share your sentiment, Julius my son I spent so many years searching for you, so many hours every day praying to the gods that you were safe and in good health. I think I nearly lost my kingdom in my efforts to find you, but it was something I would give up for you.” He reaches down and picks up both of us pulling Isabel and me into a hug, now the energy surrounds the three of us protectively.
Is as if the King had not noticed it before and ask, “What is this that surrounds us. It does not hurt when it touches me, but I can since the danger in it.”
Smiling at my father, I say, “That is love, it protects from those who would do you harm and is deadly to those who wish you ill, it welcomes those who love you and will protect them also.”
He smiles, “How do you know this?”
There before us in the armor of light stands the Lady, the goddess Aphrodite. She caresses our faces, and the lightning vanishes as we sink to our knees. She says, “I have hidden Julius many years, his mother prayed for his salvation, as she gave up her own life to protect him. No greater act of love is there. I answered her prayer.”
“I placed him in the arms of a loving woman and a gentle man to raise him from a baby. When the Raiders came, he was far too young, but I soften the heart of the man that would have surely killed the boy. Nevertheless, a man that evil only love can do so much, so he took your son as a slave branding him. That brand covered his birthright, the birthmark shared by all male members of your line. I would not allow it healed away, until the proper time. I brought Justin to train him, to care for the boy and end his suffering.”
“Patrick this is your son. Soon you will have need of him, he will be a great man, and he and his wife will show the true power of love to many.” With that, she is gone.
Isabel and mock anger says, “I told you I did not want to be royalty. All the while, you are the son of King Patrick.” When my face displays shock at my wife’s words, she can no longer hold her laughter. My father’s laughter rings through the halls, bold and bright warming the hearts of all who hear it, those who do instantly began to laugh along with him.
Jeremiah shakes his head as he laughs, finally as everyone begins to calm and quiet returns he says, “When Justin told me Julius was a former slave, I nearly curse the gods for blighting Isabel to be bonded to him. Then upon seeing his dowry, I was humbled. Then the gods showed me how much he truly loved my daughter. Calling her weight in gold and a third in diamonds mere dust compared to her. I knew I was truly wrong in my estimation of Julius.”
Smiling at me, he continues, “Then, I find that I still had underestimated this young man. He is wise enough to take direction of those more skilled than he is. He is powerful enough to bring about great destruction when needed. He is kind enough to see to the needs of even those taken wrongfully as slaves. Truly, he is noble, kind, wise and his love for Isabel outshines us all. When it comes his time he will make a great King to carry on for you sire.”
Looking into my father’s face I say, “I would not have it be any time soon, I have lost a lifetime I will plead for the gods to give us that time twice over, that I, and your grandchildren could come to love you, not as our King but father and grandfather.”
The King says, “I know not how long the gods would grant me, but I do hope I will come to know my grandchildren, that they would love me as their grandfather.”
Isabel giggles at her mother’s confusion looking into her face she says, “I already carry our first child. The baby should be born near midwinter.”
Father nudges me, “Perhaps it would be good for you to create that pantry, and we may save some berries to answer my daughter’s cravings.”
Is only then that I realized how much my life truly has changed in so short of a time, less than a week ago I was no one other than an journeyman mage showing promise, now I am the son of the King, married to a true princess, a beauty of body and spirit.
Isabel’s hand interlaces with my hand, smiling she says, “You heard the King. We have some enchanting to do. So where is the carpet, so we can go gather wood for the job?” I kiss my wife on her cheek.
My mother-in-law looks to Justin and ask, “Is it safe for the baby for her to do magic?”
Justin chuckles and says, “It should be safe enough, because the child is going to be a mage himself. Most of their children are going to have magic.”
Jeremiah and Justin comes with us, along with two of father’s guards, Captain Michael and his wife and daughters. The cook hands us a picnic basket, with enough food for everyone. Will do our enchanting and bring back the finished items.
One of the guards carries a standard, as we fly across the wall guard salute. I am not sure I will ever get used to that, but I understand it is a way to show respect.
As we traveled we move up River, no one has lived here in many years, the land is overgrown and in need of care. Alone chimney stands in a meadow, once a farm now only ruins of the farmhouse remain. A deep wood borders the farm, and looks like an excellent source for the wood we need. I fly the carpet as Isabel gathers the wood at Justin’s directions, he points out several old and dying trees. As Isabel gathers the wood, Justin replaces the tree using an acorn from the tree taken. A young healthy tree replaces each Isabel gathers into her ball to use later.
After we gathered enough wood, I fly back to the meadow for a picnic lunch. From the air, it looks very peaceful, no sign of the troubles that caused the farmer and his family to abandon the land.
The two guards look around before they say, “This old farm is peaceful enough now, but this is where the main encampment of orcs was set up. Up there on the hill is where the King destroyed their leadership, after that the Army fell into disarray. Many of them abandon the siege, and others begin infighting try to decide who was fit to lead. We would station archers their arrows would find any the orcs who looks strong or capable enough to lead. Many a brave man died near here, but soon the will of the orcs was broken and they retreated.
Captain Michael warns his girls, “Do not go very far, and be careful where you put your feet. Orcs use poison weapons. I doubt any remain after all these years, but they have to be a reason why the farm was never reestablished.
One of the two guardsmen say, “No one wanted to live this far away from the city, it would take too long to reach the safety of the walls. The land was poison for years, not many people ever venture this way, so no one knew the land has recovered.”
I nod my head yes and say, “Perhaps I should help it along, remove anything dangerous so the land may recover more quickly.” The two guards grin and nod their heads. I direct everyone to a single spot and set the wood down near it. I begin my gathering spell pull all sharp or dangerous objects from the nearby Meadows and woods. Items clink together as they begin to form a ball of red-hot metal; spear tips old rusty swords, old knives, and other weapons of various designs. As a fine looking sword begins flying towards the ball I feel Justin reach out and take it, I relaxed the hold of the spell has on it. Only a few other items Justin removes before they melt down to nothing but base metal.
Allow the metal ball to cool growing solid, then black as water from a brook washes over it until the steam stops rising. I allow the ball to settle to the ground it being no longer dangerous. The two guards stare at how much metal is there. One states, “It is hard to believe that much was left behind. I would not believe orcs to run away so quickly to leave so many weapons.”
Justin chuckles, “It was fortunate we managed to talk a Dragon into attacking the Army of orcs, it cost the King’s weight in gold but was worth it.”
One guard chuckles and says, “We should bring the ball of metal back perhaps that will pay back the treasury some of the lost gold.”
I commend the guard on his idea. “That is a very good idea, may I have your name to ensure you get the credit.”
His fellow guard says, “Lieutenant Ben Stander, of Able Company.”
I smile and toss him my small pouch of gold coins. It only holds ten, I say “Consider that a down payment, once the metal is sold all see that you receive a portion.”
Lieutenant Stander looks stunned, “That is not normally how things work. The Duke normally keeps everything.”
I wave away the purse as it offered back. Smiling I say, “I am not that Duke. I will speak to the King if I have done anything improper. Consider the gold as my apology.”
The two guards bow to me, and they go begin walking a perimeter, each moving some distance away, one checks the hilltop, while the other checks the timberline. After they walk the wide circle, they return.
Justin, Isabel and I are discussing how to create the pantry, I am worried because it will have a doorway and more likely children, servants or even guess may step into the pantry and have the door accidentally closed. We discuss a warning spell, to be weaved into the enchantment, warning you not to close the door if someone is inside. I think that is a fair idea, although someone still make close the door not realizing the danger. If time stops when the door closed, a person stopped aging, to do that you die.
I asked Justin a question, “What if time never stops when you close the door, only slows down?”
Justin thinks for a moment and ask, “How could we do that?”
I state, “On the crates, you concentrate and see that it is closing and the sand falling through the hourglass stops.”
Isabel giggles and says, “Instead of seeing the sand stop, see it taking an hour, a day, a week or even a month for a single grain of sand to fall through the hourglass.”
Justin chuckles, “How about a year, it has to be easier to slow time than to stop it. That would make them much easier to create. All we need to do this catch a rabbit or two to test it. Drop the rabbit inside the door and close it. Open the door again and see how far the rabbit got away. If it only moved a foot or two, you knew time slows only becoming normal when the door opens. If the rabbit is all the way to the back corner when you open the door, possibly the enchantment did not work so well. But if the rabbit is dead, you stop time instead of just slowing it down.”
Isabel is a little reluctant to use a rabbit, until I explained. We will use it for dinner later, no matter the outcome. Isabel tells us she does not like rabbit, in any form for dinner.
Justin chuckles, “Perhaps that is why you did not like the stew, and you still cleaned your bowl the first night you two were together.”
Isabel’s face drains of color as she asks, “That was rabbit stew? I thought it was just really bad lamb stew.”
Justin’s face reddens and I changed the topic. “Perhaps we can just use some kind of insect? Like a butterfly or grasshopper, I imagine the girls can catch one or the other for us.”
Isabel hugs her uncle and for her apology she says, “You know I do not like rabbit, so for rabbit stew it was really good.”
Justin chuckles and says, “Just for that you guys will always cook when you come for your education.”
I chuckle and inform Isabel, “You think his rabbit stew his bad, the stew I make is worse, I do not use rabbits, it is all vegetable.”
After we chuckle for a while, we go back to creating the pantry. We start by separating a large piece of the wood, it forms into a long box, a doorway forms on one end, when the door opens I bring more wood in and create shelves. We begin decreasing the length until it is only a hand width on the outside of the box, the inside the box is still just as deep. Nearly thirty feet deep by eight feet high and ten foot wide, a central aisle with shelves on both sides deep enough to store many items. Concentrating on the effects that occur when you close the door I see the image of an hourglass with a single grain of sand falling through once a year, inside the box with the door close, while time on the outside remains unchanged.
The girls bring us back a grasshopper and we try to test the pantry. I step into the pantry holding the grasshopper and I said it on the shelf. Everything appears normal and I walk outside. I look at the grasshopper on the shelf and it looks like is beginning to get ready to jump to move further down the shelf. I placed my hand on the door and it slides back into place and disappears. There is a carved relief of the Royal seal in the center of the door, and you need to place your hand just below it to activate the door.
I suggest we have our picnic lunch, and then we can check and see if the enchantment work correctly. The girls had picked some flowers, and they give some to Isabel and a like amount to their mother. Isabel gives the two girls a hug and peck on their cheeks and a thank you.
Even the guards join us, enjoying the food the cook had stored for us in the picnic basket. I asked several questions and the guards smile giving me their answers, both men enjoy their work. They are not required to do much other than guarding the royal family and guests at their current posting. Both men are veterans, although neither were in the Army during the siege that happened over a decade ago.
As the conversation goes around they begin to ask questions of me, and I look to Justin and Isabel before I answer. When Lieutenant Stands ask, “Sir there is a rumor going around, is it true are you the lost Prince?”
Captain Michael look shocked and asks, “Duke Julius? I know a little about your past, you would be the right age. However, you have the brand from where you were a slave.”
The two guards struck silent by that information, Isabel nods her head yes and so does Justin so I inform them. “During our wedding ceremony, the brand was removed as many there were healed. Even the scar on the King’s arm from over a decade ago is gone. So is my brand, this morning the spot itched so much I ran my hand over it, that spot had no feeling from the brand until today. After the King saw my birthmark, the goddess Aphrodite explained she had hidden me away until now.”
I could have turned into a dragon and the two guards would have been less impressed. After a few questions, we start the story from the beginning, using all the information we have the patch it all together. Guards look on in wonder as we each tell our portion and at all rings true. Michael’s two girls pet on me as I described how bad it was to be a slave. I can see anger in the guards’ faces at the retelling of my mistreatment, and then Justin and Michael and their share the story.
Finally, Isabel and I have our first meeting, and how I called her an Angel and gave her a halo. Then she recalled the events that led up to our last meeting. Justin explains about our bonding, and the events that led up to my arrest. Captain Michael begins from there telling of the wicked Duke, his misdeeds and right up to the point where Isabel and I dragged off by the Duke. I tell of the torture I suffered at his direction, Isabel tells of how they were going to manipulate her. Captain Michael puts in a few more details about how the Duke and his court had run, telling of the runner and finding his dead body.
We finally tell of the night of trial, all that we remember, and the morning after. Jeremiah explains how we defended against the Raiders, and finally our trip here.
The guards stand at the end of our telling, they bow deeply when they straighten they salute. I stand in return their salute, and say, “If you salute my rank, I salute your service.”
There is crashing in the woods, as something large moves fast and not caring how much noise it creates. The guards immediately move into defensive positions, I stand with Isabel to my back, as Justin and Jeremiah moved to the flanks, and the Captain comes to my shoulder with his sword drawn and ready. Isabel stands between his wife and daughters and the rest of us.
The large black serpentine had preceded only by a four foot long forked tongue emerges from the undergrowth. A drake, not a true Dragon, but a lesser reptilian cousin, in the wild they are very dangerous. It drawn to the smell of the food, and since this area abandoned long ago, it set up its territory in the vicinity. It is possible to train them, but that requires imprinting as a hatchling. Obviously, this creature is very wild, and since were in its territory it will consider us food. If it would just Justin and myself we probably could evade the drake, but with this, large of a party that is not an option.
Before the guards charged, I bring forth a lightning bolt that strikes the drake running through its tongue directly into its body. It started to charge, however as the lightning bolt struck, its legs froze and it slid forward on unmoving limbs. The lightning bolt continues to ark until smoke rises off the tongue and around the feet. Once I released the lightning bolt, the creature drops to the ground, obviously dead.
Isabel breaks the silence, as she pats be on my ass giggling she says, “You are going to have to teach me that spell.”
Justin chuckles too, “That is one hell of a lightning bolt you have.”
The guards chuckle and say, “I thought it was our job to protect you. Now I feel like the one being protected.”
I chuckle and say, “Those who would be great truly serve the many.”
The guards give me another salute; once for sure no other creature will emerge from the woods the two guards go and begin to skin the drake. They inform me that a tannery will pay a huge sum for the skin. I tell them to use it to create a fund for widows and orphans of any guard who fell doing his duty. I tell them that we must take care of our own, I would not have a man lose his life in performance of his duty and his widow and orphans starved to death.
I think my generosity shocked the two guards more than the lightning bolt shocked the drake. As they work, I can hear them talk.
We check the box finding the grasshopper as it just begins to spring up as the door slide open. I am fairly satisfied that it is working the way we hoped, but without an hourglass at our disposal it would be much too difficult to truly estimate how well it is working.
Justin does is discovery spell on it, and his eyes widened as does his smile. He says, “I do believe is going to work just the way you wanted it to. A single grain of sand per year through an hourglass, and it did not kill the grasshopper. Although, we will have to repeat it to make sure is not a fluke.”
My father in law chuckles and says, “I would appreciate one of those in exchange for a crate. Actually, two would be great, one for the ship, one that I may transport food. Besides that I think they are better because they do not kill anything you place inside.”
I asked, “Now that we figured out how to change the spell, we can make the crates the same way. Only they would not be good for storing food for indefinite periods. Although, as slow as time moves once the door shut you can come back six months after leaving hot rolls to find them still too hot to eat, ”
My father-in-law finishes my sentence saying, “and Rebecca about to stuff her mouth with one, only to wonder why her mother is so upset over it.”
Isabel giggles and says, “To Rebecca the door shut only a second before, once it opens she would then discover the bread is too hot. I wonder if she would notice it is a different season outside.”
Justin says, “At least she would be a life to notice. I think this is much better than the old way.”
Jeremiah says, “I would not mind even the fact it would allow a rat to remain alive for a very long time within the crate, it could not eat much once the lid is closed.”
I shake my head yes, “I have always feared what could occur with the old enchantment. At least this way a mistake would not be deadly, but it made lead to missed birthdays, not the end of them.” A second thought hits me and I say, “Or seed grain that would never sprout, when you place grain in the old type crates it is dead, usable, but it will never sprout to grow again.”
Justin says, “Because time slows down and does not stop within the pantry, a person could take a hundred years to walk out, but walk out a life.”
Isabel says, “Surely someone would open the pantry before then, but I see your point.”
I say, “We will have to ensure that the door can be open from within, and once you touch it the enchantment allows time to move normally. Who would like to take ten years to open a door?”
We modify the spell on the current pantry, and create two more. Six more crates, with the new enchantment, three for house Morgan, and three for Father, the King. Once the guards have finished skinning the drake, we leave and head back to the city, the large iron ball trailing behind. Once across the wall I take the two Royal guardsmen to the tannery, and we drop off the drake hide.
A large bag of gold I hand to the Lieutenant, and he shakes his head thinking I only said it jokingly before. I instruct him to inform me when it runs low so that I may replenish the fund.
We then moved to the smelters area, many blacksmiths and metals smiths located in this area, after finding one willing to purchase the large metal ball, I accept the one thousand gold he offers, and he produces a letter of credit authorizing the transfer. I look to Justin he nods his head affirmatively, and the guards inform him that it will be going into the royal treasury.
As we return to the palace, and I set back down in the courtyard, Father is there, I even show him the grasshopper we had left in the pantry and explain the difference between it and one of the crates with the old enchantment. He smiles and gives me a hug.
The King says to one of the nobles giving him a hard time. “Do not let me catch you in this enchanted pantry; if you go missing I should leave you there for a year or two. It would only be minutes to you but paradise for me.”
The two guards addressed the King. The lieutenant begins, “Sire you wanted us to report any problems.” The King nods and looks at me. The guard begins, “As we were finishing our lunch, a drake attacked sire.” Given me a bow the guard continues, “Julius, hit the beast with the lightning bolt that must have lasted a five count killing the creature. He then had a skin the creature, selling the hide he wishes to create a fund for widows and orphans of the guard. We were at the old orcs campsite, he also gathered up all the old metal abandoned as they fled. He sold it for a letter of credit.”
I hand my father the letter of credit, “For the royal treasury, it is from the spoils of your victory.”
The guard Lieutenant says, “If I may sire, your son is a lot like you, kind and generous, courageous and powerful. I would stand at his side, any day, against any force. I would feel as I was the one being protected, much the way my father described being at your side.”
Isabel wraps her arm around me. Jeremiah and Justin chuckle as they nod their head yes. Finally, Captain Michael says, “The same as I feel in his presence sire.”
The King chuckles and wraps his arms around Isabel and me. He says, “I feel I have not only found my son, but my champion as well.” Looking at the guard Lieutenant he says, “He killed a drake.” It was a statement instead of a question.
The Lieutenant says, “Yes sire, nearly without effort, he reacted and we needed only to make him aware of any other danger. Fortunately none came.”
I smile at the lieutenant and say, “The two would rush to have fought the creature to its death or their death to protect us. They are brave and loyal.”
The King points out, “You will need a personal guard, men that should train with you, and know what to expect. Your strengths and weaknesses, wizards are very powerful, but an arrow through your heart and you are still just as dead as any man is.”
His words are true, and they come from the understanding of a father. Thankfully, he is not over protective, under the circumstances it could easily have occurred, but I think he understands and respects my strength, my ideals, as he is beginning to get to know who I truly am.
Isabel whispers into my ear, “Husband I have yet to give a dowry, we had believed you orphaned. Will you help me gather my dowry?”
I nod my head yes, “Of course my love, I will help you in any fashion that you desire.”
We possibly could remain for three more days, but I knew that soon Camarillo would require its Duke. Father was holding court; disputes either between duchies, or between matters that covered more than a Duchy brought to the King’s court. Occasionally, someone with enough power or wealth would petition the king’s court to overturn of Duke’s decision, all those matters heard, and I do realize at one time in the future I will be the one hearing the king’s court.
After presenting the pantry to father, we had to make a brief stop in the kitchen and installed it for the cook, after I explained how the magic worked, and warned her not to allow anyone to stay within, or they would have a large chunk of time missing.
The cook placed to chickens within the pantry. She wanted to ensure that it did not kill them, tossed them in the air before closing the door. When the door was open the chickens still had not landed, but clucked loudly and ran once they did.
When I explained to her that once the door is closed time slows down within the pantry without stopping, therefore it does not kill any living thing. I warn, with the door closed the person inside will not realize how much time has passed. They are aware of only a few moments that passes as the doors shuts and opens. If you do not open the door but once a season, everything you left within would be as fresh as the day you shut the door.
The cook asks, “You mean I can cook a meal on Monday and serve it Friday just as hot and fresh as it was on Monday after closing the door?”
I say, “You could prepare a pie, place it upon the shelf within the pantry, and serve it a decade later barely cooled, time only moves normally within with the door open, If the door remained open for only an hour during that decade, the pie would only cool for an hour and a minute.”
The Cook giggles now that she understands; she gives me a kiss on the cheek and says, “Thank you young wizard, I think I might finally get a day off. I will make several dishes ahead of time, to serve hot and ready without me even being in the kitchen.”
I smile and say, “Very true, and you can store away much more fresh fruit, vegetables, and berries that would spoil otherwise. You can have fresh berries in the dead of winter, but remember everything ages normally when the door is open. However, do not close the door thinking I can get something from the shelf on the end. That short walk would take you a hundred years to us. I think the King would be rather upset if his dinner was that late.”
The cook laughs, “Very true young wizard.”
The cook begins to explain to her staff, that the door is to remain closed as long as possible, opened only as briefly as necessary to retrieve or store an item. No one is to remain inside to organize the shells once the door is closed.
Satisfied that the cook truly understands and will explain it to her staff Isabel and I leave for our shopping.
We take our leave of our fathers who are talking business anyway, with the lieutenant and the other guard who accompanied us earlier today, Isabel after gathering several diamonds from the first dowry now hers, and we head to the market. She sells four diamonds, now holding a purse with over a thousand gold we buy six rugs. One will replace the rug Justin gave us. Two will be for Isabel’s father, the other three Isabel will try to enchant. Isabel buys to ornate mirrors; they are small and handheld but excellently crafted.
New Cowan, is two days walk from the coast, and two more to the major duchies along the coast road to the north another three days walk is a city of Bethany. Bethany is the major trading port for the northern half of Cowan. The next largest city down the coast is Camarillo. Only small fishing villages dot the coast to the south of Camarillo for nearly six days walk, then the city of Edmonton, along with its Duke controls much of the coast on South. They also have the largest harbor in the kingdom. A road stretches along the coast, from Bethany in the North, all the way to Edmonton in the South; the coast road connects with roads leading inland. Most of the duchies of the kingdom are rather small, some just of village with a tower for the Duke. Others have sizeable farmlands stretching in every direction from the seat of the duchy.
The problem is with a kingdom this large it takes months before word spread from one end of the kingdom to the other. With a small carpet, a messenger can make the trip within a week. Isabel bought three small carpets of sufficient quality that a single messenger with a dispatch pouch could move from Duchy to Duchy. I do believe that would be something my father would truly appreciate. He is not so much about himself as being able to serve, and protect the people of his kingdom. I am glad my wife can see that, it goes to speak of her heart as well.
When Isabel stop at a dress shop, she dragged me in with her. I was surprised when she went to the area that held dresses for younger girls. Looking through she found two of different size that looked identical in style, slightly differences in color. She asked if the Captain’s daughters about that size. I shook my head yes what I could tell the both were about that same size. The dresses might be just slightly too large for the girls now, but the girls are growing. Isabel paid for the dresses and we left.
I stopped by the tannery to which we sold the Drake hide, our two guards look confused when I began bartering to buy the leather made from it. Drake hide is extremely tough few arrows and bolts can penetrate the leather, in conjunction with chain mail, it can make a light tough armor, perfect for a mage.
Isabel spotted me the money until my treasure retrieved from Camarillo Keep, and the leather would be ready in two days. Isabel was not sure what I plan for the Drake leather. I was going to use it to protect my wife, at least as much protection as it would grant. If I cannot keep her from danger, at least I can give her as much protection that magical armor will provide. Drake leather is one of the necessary elements used in creation of magical armor.
Having set upon this course there are several other items I will need to acquire, and perhaps my father-in-law would be the best source for those items. If clan Morgan did not have the items, I am sure that they will have the contacts that can either procure them or direct me to individuals that can.
We stopped by an armor Smith, and I inquire about Elvan chain, specifically star silver, unfortunately he does not have any, and the only source within the kingdom is at Bethany, an armor Smith in Bethany purchases the star silver link material from the elves. He acts as intermediary between the elves and dwarves. The dwarves mine the raw star silver, refine it, they make some of the best swords from it. The elves on the other hand, can work it into such a fine link that the dwarves are willing to give up some of the star silver to attain the fine star silver material.
I ask Isabel, “Would you like to go to Bethany tomorrow? I have need of star silver material; it is the only source within the kingdom.”
Isabel is well traveled and educated by her parents in the ways of merchandising. Certain rare items are always in demand by wizards. Drake hide leather, star silver material, diamond dust, are but a few items used in creating magical armor. Isabel says, “That is a city that we should not linger in, the clan has lost people there. They just went missing and no search can find them. There should be enough Drake hide leather, for two suits of armor. Remember, to protect me you must also protect yourself.”
Forgetting myself, I step forward and give my wife a kiss causing us to glow. The Smith gasp as the scars from years of working the forge disappear from his hands and forearms. He flexes his once painful hands and smiles as he gives blessing to the gods.
He asks, “Does that occur each and every time you kiss your lady?”
With a smile I say, “My Angel’s halo is seen with each kiss. I am unsure if it heals all touched by the light.”
George, our second guard pulling down his shirt looking for an old scar, he says, “It does take care of the old painful wounds.”
Isabel giggles and says, “Love heals all wounds.”
The Smith looks at is pleading, “Please come to my home, my son injured his arm this morning and the physician is going to take it off tomorrow. If you can help, I will do anything, I will pay any price you ask.”
Isabel moved by his story, not the promise of payment. Isabel says, “We will come, if we can help you need make no payment, love is always given freely.”
The Smith we learn his name is Craig, a tall broad shouldered man with black hair and brown eyes, with huge hands as we walked to his home people move out of the way. Not that he is a bad person, but the look of urgency on his face and his size give all reason to move aside. His home is not very far, in the middle of the city a middle-class neighborhood. Isabel and I are accustomed to such places, but our two guards are nervous and feel out of place. I can just hear Captain Michael scolding me for going into such a neighborhood without his protection.
The truth is in a neighborhood like this one the more guards around you the larger the target you are. If Isabel and I had our normal clothing, no one would ever pay attention to the two of us walking together through a neighborhood like this. A journeyman mage and the daughter of a merchant would be a normal site for this neighborhood. Although neither of us are that anymore, I am sure the rumors of my return are spreading through the city.
We finally reached the home of Craig the Smith, slightly larger than many around it, a small fenced yard and a stone walkway leads to the front door. Many children are in the front yard, they seem quite sad most likely the brothers and sisters of the injured boy.
Craig opens his front door and holds it for the guards, Isabel, and I. Craig’s wife a large woman herself, not truly fat just tall with broad shoulders for a woman, greets us. She looks as if she could work right alongside her husband at his Smithy. It is easy to see the distress on her face, and she steps into her husband’s embrace. He explains, “My love Jenna, I brought some people who may help. Look at my hands.”
The woman examines her husband’s hands with look of hopeful wonder. She asks, “How?”
Isabel answers, “The goddess Aphrodite’s blessing, when we kiss the light of our love has the power to heal, when the goddess wishes.”
Jenna practically pulls Isabel up the stairs and I follow and then Craig and the guards. In a small bedchamber, his grandmother is holding the weeping four-year-old boy; he was in so much pain. One arm is obviously terribly broken, swollen and in a wrong angle. I immediately put the boy to sleep using a simple sleep spell. I know the arm must be straight before the healing magic will work properly. I tell Craig what we need, and what we must do first. His eyes widened as I tell him what might happen if we do not.
Only a few minutes later, he comes back with the boards, and a couple sheets we move the sleeping boy, his mother holds him, even in his sleep, the pain is evident on the young boy’s face. I cast the spell the blocks pain and the little boy relaxes. Craig extends his arm pulling at least two inches longer than the other is. Unfortunately that is necessary, I concentrate on the boy’s bones within his arm, I need to set them back into place in my hands extend as they begin to glow. Once the bones are where they originally were. I direct Craig to release the tension slowly on his son’s arm using a board to support it holding it straight and then gently rapping the arm with the sheet.
Justin had took me to several healers in the past, although they were unable to help me. I did learn a few things from them. This was not the first broken bone I had set. However, it must have been one of the worst, and on a boy so young.
Fortunately, no bone broke the skin, although many have cut the muscles within his arm. Isabel and I step close together, we move into a kiss allowing our love to come forth. We do not brake our kiss until we hear the boy’s voice exclaim, “Mommy my arm does not hurt anymore! Why do you have it tied to a board?”
His Mother Jenna unwraps the boys arm once free he hugs his mother, who has tears running down her face she is so happy. The boy asks, “Mommy why are you crying.”
Jenna says, “I am so happy, my little Patrick.”
Craig shakes my hand so energetically he nearly pulls my arm from its socket. I smile and say, “That is better than any payment, to see you and Jenna so happy.”
Isabel says, “Miracles are done by the gods. We mortals cannot take credit for what they do. No payment to us.”
I smile and shake my head yes. Addressing the child I say, “Be careful little Patrick, I do not know how many times the gods will look on you kindly.”
He says, “Okay, but I had to save Kitty.”
Jenna explains, “Kitty is his little sister, she had crawled into the street, Patrick waved off the wagon that would have hit her, unfortunately the back will hit Patrick.”
I chuckle and say, “Be careful little hero, if you save the wrong damsel in distress she may just end up being your wife.”
Isabel slaps me on my ass, and I turn wrapping her back into a hug and pull her into a kiss, again the room brightens from our glow. Looking into her eyes I say, “You my love are the right damsel for me.”
Isabel blushes and says, “Fortunately, you are the right hero for me.”
As we lean in for another kiss, Little Patrick’s voice causes us to pause as he says, “Yuck, you are going kiss again, I like the light but do you have to kiss to make it.”
Isabel and I break out laughing, smiling I say, “We have no other way to make it other than kissing.”
The little boy’s voice says, “Well if that is the only way.”
Isabel and I smile and I ruffle the boy’s hair, I tell him, “Just keep your sister from getting into the street from now on.” The boy shakes his head yes, and Isabel and I turned to leave followed by our guards.
It is getting late so I call the carpet, we wait on the front porch has the children run in, they tackled the little boy as he emerges from the house, his father pulls them all into dinner. The carpet descends has Craig asks again, “Are you sure you will take no payment? I am sure your actions more than likely saved my son’s life.”
Smiling I say, “Seeing the smile on Jenna’s face was more than enough payment.”
Craig ask, “When I give thanks to the goddess Aphrodite, whose name should I give as her messengers?”
Before I can stop him George says, “Julius and Isabel of house Cowan.” The large man’s eyes widened as he sinks to his knee.
Shaking my head as the carpet lands I say, “Rise Craig I am not the Prince…”
George again interjects, “yet. You are your father’s son.”
The Lieutenant chuckles, “That you are. Rise Craig the son of the King wishes it.” We climb upon the carpet and are quickly out of sight.
Arriving back in the courtyard, escorted into the dining hall, we find dinner in progress. When we arrive, the cook pulls me in Isabel into a hug giving us a kiss on the cheek each. Smiling she says, “I hope you do not mind the hot rolls, I made them just after lunch.” With a giggle she continues, “I even made all three meals for tomorrow. They are in the pantry, and I will have a single day where all I have to do is go to the market.”
The King chuckles and says, “She has not stopped talking about the pantry, to her it is the greatest enchantment ever devised.”
Jeremiah smiles and says, “She may possibly be right. How many people would not starve to death if each household had a King Patrick’s miracle pantry?”
Isabel giggles, “I love the name. Sire it was your idea.”
The King chuckles and says, “Isabel my dear lady please refer to me as Father, or if you like Dad. I so want to hear my son, and now my daughter-in-law refer to me as a member of the family.”
I say, “For so long I have always wanted someone to call Dad, Master Justin did a very good job of raising me, but we both knew he was not my father, but now you are my Uncle Justin. Dad when you set at court I hope you do not mind that I still refer to you as my King, Sire or my Liege. Formality where it is required, is that okay Dad?”
The King chuckles and says, “You always will be my son, my soon to be Prince, but that is more than okay son.”
Isabel clears her throat and says, “If you wish to be called Dad by me, I have no problem as long as you drop the lady in informal settings. Okay Dad?”
The King and Jeremiah both chuckle. The King says, “Yes, that goes for you too Jeremiah just call me Patrick because we are in-laws.”
Jeremiah looks at me and says, “That means you do not need to call me your chieftain also, you may call me Dad as well, or Jeremiah.”
Justin says, “Pretty good week for you, you went from an orphaned ex-slave journeyman wizard to Duke and uncrowned Prince, married with a family on the way.”
Smiling I say, “I think they will only be a few more weeks as good in my entire life as this one. Those will be good weeks as well, the ones when Isabel gives me a child for us to love.” Isabel pulls me into a kiss and the whole room chuckles as we glow.

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Fantasy

Oh That Incest!! – Mommy’s Love Knows No Boundaries.

Chapter 3
The workweek was very busy for Sue. She had to
work late several nights and she brought work home
with her. Tommy had the playbook from his new
school to read, so they didn’t have time to talk
about the events of the weekend. Neither of them
knew what to say to the other anyway, so it was
a good time to assess their feelings.
Sue felt guilt about what happened. It felt like she
had taken advantage of her son’s innocence.
Tommy was concerned that his mom would be angry
with him for pushing her too far. Although, she
didn’t act upset and their conversations at the
dinner table seemed normal. Still, he felt juvenile
for not controlling himself and squirting in her face.
Yet, she had left his sperm there, refusing the
offer of his shirt.
On Friday evening Tommy got up enough nerve to
ask his mother if she wanted to go on another
date. He feared the worst when Sue said that they
had to talk.
After a quiet dinner, Sue asked Tommy to join her
in the living room.
Here it comes, Tommy thought.
Sue patted the sofa next to her when she saw
Tommy start to sit in a chair across the room.
She took a deep breath and looked into her son’s
eyes. “Tommy, I feel bad about what happened last
weekend.”
“Mom… I… I… uh…” Tommy started to
speak.
“Let me speak,” Sue said taking her son’s hands
in hers. “I’m sorry about what happened at the
lake. A mother should never do anything like that
with her son. I had too much to drink but that’s
no excuse; I was totally out of line. I, I…” Sue
began to cry.
“Mom, God, you have nothing to be sorry for. I
was the one that started it, I should be
ashamed,” Tommy said, hugging his sobbing mother.
Tommy held her for a long time before he felt like
he had to say what he was feeling. “Mom, I…
I… have to tell you that it was the greatest
experience of my life, no matter whose fault it
was,” Tommy said, lifting his mother’s tear streaked
face. “I never, ever, want to hurt you… or
make you cry.” Tears began to fall from his eyes.
“Oh Tommy, I love you.”
Tommy brought his lips to hers in a loving and
tender kiss. When he pulled away, he held her
face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe away
her tears. “I’ll try harder to control myself,” he
promised.
“And so will I,” Sue added, and a little smile
crossed her face.
Tommy smiled back and said jokingly, “But you
have to remember, I’m just a horny teenager.”
Sue raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, she broke out
laughing. Tommy joined her, almost falling off the
bed.
When Tommy stopped laughing, he looked at his
mother with that smile of his and said, “How
about another date?”
“You’re incorrigible,” she said.
“I know. That’s why you love me. Another date,
please!”
“All right, but you have to promise to behave,”
Sue said lightly.
“I promise,” he answered excitedly.
“Wait a minute. There have to be some rules.”
“Alright,” Tommy answered, ready to agree to
anything. “Give me the rules.”
“I don’t know all of them but most importantly,
we have to control ourselves. Things have gotten a
little out of hand so far.”
“Does behaving mean that you can’t teach me
more about girls and guys and stuff?”
Sue was quiet for a minute. She knew she was on
very dangerous ground. Her rational brain was
screaming for her to stop all this. Yet, her
emotional side was winning. Finally she spoke. “No,
but it does mean that we have to know when to
stop. When I say ‘stop’, that’s it. You have to
stop whatever you’re doing, as hard as that might
be. Do you agree?” Sue could feel excitement begin
to course through her.
Tommy thought he was going to scream. He wanted
to jump for joy. This was beyond his wildest
imagination. He calmed himself and said in a
controlled voice, “Fair enough, you’re the boss.
Tomorrow night then?”
Sue took a deep breath and said, “Tomorrow
night.”
The following evening, they went out to a late
dinner and came back home. Tommy didn’t try to
kiss her or take advantage of the fact that she had
drunk a few glasses of wine. He was a perfect
gentleman except that he did try to look up her
dress.
Sue just looked at him when she saw his eyes and
said, “Behave.” However, overall, she was
impressed with his control and, strangely, just a
little disappointed.
It was an unseasonably chilly June evening, so
Tommy started a fire in the fireplace while Sue
when upstairs to change. Then he went to the
kitchen and got a bottle of wine and a glass for
his mom. He brought a coke back for himself and
put some soft music in the CD player. He lit
several scented candles around the room.
He was sitting on the sofa when Sue came back
down. She had put on a pair of sky blue silky
pajama pants and top. The blue in the outfit
matched her beautiful eyes. Tommy whistled in
appreciation as he handed her a glass of wine.
“Would you care to dance?” Tommy asked. “I’m
not that good but I’m a quick learner.”
“Great idea! But I thought you didn’t know how?”
“I don’t,” Tommy smiled sheepishly.
“Alright, I guess this is a good time for a lesson
then,” Sue said taking a quick drink before putting
her wine on the table. “Your father had two left
feet but he tried hard and was going to take
lessons before he…” Sue’s voice trailed off. She
stepped forward and took her son in her arms,
placing her head on his shoulder.
Within seconds, she realized that he needed some
major work. She pulled back and smiled at her
son. “You definitely need a lesson,” she said with
a laugh. “Now the first thing is, DON’T STEP ON
YOUR DATE’S FEET.”
“Ah Mom, I know that,” Tommy responded.
They danced for the better part of an hour. Sue
taught him how to hold a girl and how to move
smoothly around the room. Tommy was a fast
learner and got the hang of it very quickly. Finally,
they tired and sat on the sofa together.
“That was great Mom, thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Mom, can I ask you a question?”
“Anything dear.”
“Well, all… all the boys talk about things. You
know, girls and things. They… talk about… you
know… oral sex.”
Oh here it comes! thought Sue.
“I… I … was just wondering if girls really like
to do that… uh you know.” Tommy began to
stutter a little, as he became nervous with the
frank question. Suddenly he stopped and his face
flushed. “I’m… sorry, I shouldn’t ask a question
like that.”
“Of course you should ask. How else are you
going to learn,” Sue said, feeling suddenly like a
teacher.
Her response calmed Tommy’s nerves so he
continued. “I know there are a lot of girls that do
it, but do they really like it? I mean… you know,
like the taste?” Tommy was only being partially
facetious with the question. The boys in school all
talked about it but he was curious to know if
women really liked.
“Well, I think a lot of girls like to do it. Your
dad and I…” Sue stopped, not wanting to get
too personal. “I’m sure there are lots of girls that
like it, but I’m not sure they really like the taste.
I guess it’s like Scotch, you have to acquire a
taste for it,” she said and smiled. “I think the
thrill of doing something like that for someone you
love is what I like.” Sue paused for a second to
let him absorb that. Then she added, “Girls also
like to have it done to them, it’s a two way
street you know.”
“Really! I mean… I’ve seen it in movies but I
thought it was just for show,” Tommy said, truly
amazed.
“Of course they do. Don’t be so self-centered,”
Sue said almost in anger. Then her tone softened.
“A man should be just as willing to use his mouth
on a woman as having it done to him. A man
that is good with his mouth will have a lot of
girlfriends.” Sue laughed a little self-consciously,
feeling a little thrill go through her groin at the
thought.
As Tommy sat there thinking about that, he felt his
already hard penis begin to pulse. It did sound like
fun. “Mom,” Tommy said, then hesitated.
“Yes?”
“Mom, since you are my teacher about dating girls
and stuff, would you tell me… uh tell me
about… about… you know the oral sex stuff.
I… mean… how does a girl do it?” Tommy asked
taking a big chance. He figured his mother would
see right through his farce.
Sue sat silent for some time. She held her
wineglass in her hand and stared at the wine,
swirling it around. She felt that old thrill go
through her. “Tommy, I think that’s going a good
bit too far.”
“Okay, I just thought I’d ask. Can’t hurt to ask,
can it?” Tommy said trying to act like it had all
been a joke.
“No it can’t, but let me think about it,” Sue
said putting her glass down on the table. She
leaned over to Tommy and brought his lips to hers.
She had wanted a kiss so bad tonight. Tommy was
being too much of a gentleman.
They held each other, kissing passionately for a long
time. Finally, Sue felt Tommy’s hand on her silk
covered breast. It’s about time! she thought. Sue
moaned into her son’s mouth as he squeezed her
soft breast. Then, she surprised Tommy by reaching
up and slowly unbuttoning her pajama top, all the
way down the front as their lips stayed locked
together. Then she pulled the top open and pressed
her naked flesh to her son. They moaned into each
other’s mouths.
Finally, when they broke away, both of them were
breathing hard. There was fire burning in Sue’s
eyes.
Tommy’s eyes were wide as he looked down at his
mother’s naked chest. He bent his head and started
to kiss down her neck when he felt her hands on
his cheeks.
Sue held Tommy’s face in her hands and looked
into his eyes. Oh hell, she thought, I can’t resist
this boy. Still staring into his eyes, her hand
moved to his crotch and rubbed gently over his
penis. It was throbbing and stretched down the leg
of his shorts. Sue gasped as her hand wrapped
around the shaft. She squeezed him, working down
the cloth-covered protrusion. It felt huge.
Deep inside, Sue’s brain was screaming… Stop!
Stop!
Then Tommy felt his mother’s hand move to his
belt. His heart began to beat wildly.
Sue pulled back and used both hands to open her
son’s shorts. Then she slid off the couch and onto
the floor between his legs, her blouse flapping
carelessly open. She reached up, grasped the waist
of his shorts, and pulled on them. Tommy sat
wide-eyed looking down at his mother.
“Give me a little help, will you?” Sue said.
Tommy came out of his trance, lifted his butt off
the sofa, and let his mother strip his pants and
underwear over his bare feet.
Sue sat back and gasped again. Her son was now
naked from the waist down and his raging erection
was throbbing in front of her face. She studied it
for a second time. He had cum so quickly in the
park that she didn’t really get to see it that well.
His penis was beautiful and perfect. It was longer
and thicker than his father’s, with blue veins
bulging on the sides and a perfectly mushroom
shaped crown. Sue slid her hands up his thighs,
moving forward until she was inches from his penis.
She looked on in wonder at his equipment. Slowly
her hands took hold of the shaft, gently, almost
like it was fine china.
Tommy moaned and bucked his hips.
“Settle down, we don’t want you to go off too
soon. A good blow job should be slow and
sensual,” Sue said, bringing his leaking cock close
to her lips.
Tommy almost climaxed from his mother’s words
alone. “A good blow job,” she had said. He
began to tremble all over.
Sue shot her tongue out, flicking it across the head
and tasting his sweet juice.
Tommy moaned again.
She used her tongue to lick around the head,
teasing the sensitive skin where the head and shaft
met. Sue was being very careful not to over excite
him. She knew from last weekend that he could
cum very quickly.
Sue took the head into her mouth, gently sucking
it, then using her teeth to put a little pressure
around the edges. Sue loved oral sex. She was one
of “those girls” that liked the taste. It had been
one of her favorite things to do to Tommy’s father.
And, she was very good at it too. Tonight, she
used all of her skills to work her son to a peak
and then she would back off, keeping him on the
edge for a long, long time.
Tommy stared in amazement as he watched his
beautiful mother worship his cock. She seemed to
be in a world of her own. He watched as her
tongue licked him and then her mouth sucked him
inside. He would moan each time she would take
the shaft deep into her mouth. Several times, he
began to throb, near orgasm, but his mother would
squeeze tight at the base until he was under control
again. It was the most incredible feeling he had
ever felt.
Sue worked on him for over a half-hour, literally
making love to his penis. However, she knew that
Tommy couldn’t take much more. The truth was
that she couldn’t take much more either. She now
wanted him to cum as bad as he did; she thirsted
for his sweet juice. It had been a long time since
she had tasted sperm. Sue had acquired a taste for
cum years ago.
Tommy wanted to thrust his hips up at his mother
in the worst way, but he sat still, letting her take
the lead.
Sue wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft
and held it tight as she pulled her head back and
stuck out her tongue, flicking the tip. She looked
up at her son who was still staring wide-eyed at
her. Then she closed her eyes and put her mouth
over the head of his penis. Her hand moved up
and down several times rapidly. That was all it
took.
Tommy thought his head was going to explode. He
yelled loud enough for the neighbors to hear and
his hips lifted off the sofa.
Sue’s head moved back in surprise at the force of
his ejaculation but kept the head in her mouth. The
hot cream hit the back of her throat, choking her
momentarily. She swallowed just in time for another
blast to enter her mouth. She was ready this time
and swallowed it down rapidly, waiting for the next
shot. It came quickly, filling her mouth to over
flowing. She tried to swallow it all but it was just
too much. It dripped from the corners of her
mouth and ran down to her son’s balls. As his
sticky white cum dripped from her chin, Sue felt
that familiar tremor in her pussy. Suddenly, she
took a huge swallow and began to climax. She
bucked her hips as her vagina throbbed. She lost
control for a moment and stopped sucking. As her
mouth filled, she quickly realized she had to
swallow.
Tommy thought he was going to die. He had never
felt anything so intense. He couldn’t believe that he
was sitting here on his sofa, squirting cum into his
mother’s mouth. And, she was drinking it! He
could hear her struggling to swallow it all. Now he
knew that his mom was right; some girls do like
the taste.
When he could cum no more, Sue released his
depleted penis and moved her tongue down to his
balls to clean up what had spilled from her mouth.
Tommy was lying back exhausted. When he opened
his eyes, he saw his mother’s pretty blue eyes
staring up at him. Her lips and chin were coated
with his white cum, but she had swallowed most of
it. Tommy couldn’t resist; he reached down and
pulled his mother up to him.
Sue was surprised when Tommy brought his lips to
hers; they shared a very wet and intimate kiss.
Both Tommy and his mom realized that the ice had
been broken and that there was no going back. The
best that Sue could hope for was to control how
far they went. However, she knew that that was
going to be exceedingly difficult. After all, she had
her own needs. However, she na‹vely thought that
if she could keep him satisfied orally then he
wouldn’t try to push it further.
The following morning she was in the bathroom in
her bra and panties getting dressed. It was Saturday
and she wasn’t going into work for a change. She
saw Tommy looking into the bathroom through the
slightly opened door. With a sigh, she turned and
looked at him.
Tommy smiled and pushed the door open. “Good
morning Mom,” he said as he stepped into the
bathroom.
“Good morning sweetheart.” Sue kissed his lips
quickly and turned back to the mirror to put her
makeup on.
Tommy stood behind her and wrapped his arms
around her waist.
She saw him looking over her shoulder at her thinly
dressed form. Her nipples began to harden under
her thin beige stretch bra. Then she saw his hands
slowly moving up her stomach and over her rib
cage. When his hands reached her bra-covered
breasts, his lips touched the tender area of her
neck. A chill ran through Sue and she whispered,
“Tommy.” However, there was no admonishment in
her voice and she didn’t say stop.
Slowly Tommy pushed his fingers under her bra. “I
want to see your breasts,” he whispered. When his
mother just moaned, he boldly pushed the bra up,
letting both breasts pop free. “Oh God,” he
moaned when he saw her large breasts in the
mirror. His hands covered the soft flesh and began
to knead them like cookie dough.
“Tommy,” Sue moaned again, rapidly losing control.
She could feel her son’s hard penis pressing into
her panty-covered buttocks. Her own hips began to
push backward. With a deep breath, Sue spun
around in Tommy’s arms. She saw him smile and
as he bent to kiss her lips. Instead of giving him
her lips, Sue slid to her knees. Quickly she
unsnapped his shorts and pulled them down. She
gasped when his penis sprung out and hit her in
the face. He hadn’t worn any underwear.
“Oh God Mom,” Tommy moaned as his mother
took his penis into her mouth and began to suck.
His hips began to move back and forth, forcing his
penis to the back of her throat. He watched as
her face showed the pleasure she was getting from
sucking him. Tommy was rapidly reaching the point
of no return. “Mom,” he hissed. When she didn’t
respond, he said it louder. “Mom!”
Sue groaned around her son’s penis and looked up
at him.
“Mom… can I fuck your ti… breasts?”
Sue opened her eyes wide in surprise. God, he
was so much like his father. That was one of his
favorite things to do. Slowly Sue pulled his penis
from her mouth. She looked up at Tommy and
smiled. Then she kissed the swollen head lovingly
before sitting up on her knees until his penis was
between her breasts. She reached behind her,
unsnapped her bra, and dropped it to the floor.
Then she took a bottle of cream from the counter.
Without a word, she squirted it between her breasts
and then closed the mounds around him, imprisoning
him in her soft flesh.
“Ohhhhhh!!!” Tommy moaned as the warm flesh
enveloped him. He watched in excitement as she
began to move her breasts up and down, her
mouth catching the head when it reached her lips.
Tommy knew that he wasn’t going to last very
long. This was just too wild. His hips began to
move quickly, forcing his penis between her breasts
so rapidly that she couldn’t catch the head in her
mouth any more.
Sue held her breasts tightly around her son’s penis,
looking up at his pleasure filled face. She saw him
grimace and knew that he was close.
“Oh God Mom… I’m going to… ohhhhhhh…
cummmmm!!!” Suddenly, Tommy’s penis throbbed
and shot a huge string of juice into the air, hitting
his mother’s chin and running down her chest. Then
another blast hit her and then another, splattering
across her chest. It kept coming until there was
nothing left but a slow trickle.
When the last drop was squeezed out, Tommy
staggered backward. He saw his mother looking at
her cum-covered breasts. Then he watched her begin
to massage the thick juice into the soft skin.
Sue was lost in her own world for a few minutes.
When she realized that Tommy was staring at her
she stood up. “I have to get dressed now, so
give me a little privacy please.”
“Uh… okay,” Tommy said.
As soon as Tommy was gone, Sue closed the door.
She pulled her panties down and began to
masturbate with one cum-covered hand. She used
her other hand to caress her juice-covered breasts
until a strong climax roared through her.
Finally, Sue sighed and dressed, pulling the bra
over her still wet breasts. Strangely, she felt less
guilt now. It seemed that each time got a little
easier. That worried her.
The following evening, Sue and Tommy were
scheduled to go down the street to a neighbor’s
house for a graduation party. Sue was dressed in a
low cut black cocktail dress. The dress exposed a
lot of her breasts and required a bra.
Tommy moaned about having to wear a tie but
when he saw the way his mother was dressed, he
shut up. His eyes stared at her exposed chest.
“Wow Mom!” was all he could muster.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said with a
laugh. “Let’s get going.”
Sue and Tommy walked down the street to the
Wilson’s’ house. It was a large home with stone
pillars in front and a circular driveway. In the
back, they had a large pool with manicured
hedgerows for privacy. The house was the largest in
the neighborhood and was almost out of place.
However, the Wilson’s were nice people and fit in
well with the community.
Shirley Wilson greeted them at the door and hugged
Sue. She kissed Tommy on the cheek and invited
them inside. There was already a crowd of people
inside the house. Within seconds, several women had
Sue in a conversation. Tommy smiled and wandered
around the room. He knew many of the kids but
not too many of the adults. There were a number
of teenaged girls that came up to Tommy but he
spent little time with them. He kept his eye on his
mom.
Once in a while, Sue would look around for
Tommy. She would smile when she saw him looking
at her and then make a face, indicating that he
should mingle with the girls. When he would shake
his head no, she would purse her lips in
exasperation.
Sue had consumed quite a bit of wine in the first
hour of the party. Every time her glass was empty,
someone would give her another glass. Soon, she
was feeling the effects.
The next time she looked for Tommy, she saw him
near the sliding glass door leading to the pool.
When she caught his eye, she saw him make a
motion with his head for her to join him. She had
a feeling he was up to something so she shook her
head no but smiled sweetly. For the next few
minutes, every time she saw him, he would motion
for her to follow him. Finally, she gave in and
walked toward him.
“Let’s go out and get some air,” Tommy said,
leading his mother out the open slider.
It was a beautiful moonlit evening with a cloudless
sky and fireflies flickering their mating calls. Tommy
and Sue walked down the sidewalk, past the
hedgerow. When they reached the end, Tommy
pulled his mother to the other side. He quickly
pulled her into his arms and brought his lips to
hers.
“Tomm… mmmmm…” Sue moaned as she tried
to protest. This was very dangerous, she thought
but was unable to dissuade him as his tongue
pressed into her mouth. Soon, Sue gave up her
protest and melted into Tommy’s strong arms. She
felt his hands sliding down her bare back and
across her dress to cup her buttocks.
Tommy pulled his mother’s groin to his and let her
feel how excited he was.
Sue moaned again and pressed back.
“God, I needed that,” Tommy said breathlessly
when their lips parted after a long kiss. “Every
time I looked at you I wanted to rush over and
kiss you.”
Sue could feel her head spinning from the kiss and
the wine. She brought her lips to his for a second
kiss that lasted even longer. She worked her tongue
into his mouth and felt him immediately capture it
with his lips. She moaned as they pressed their
lower regions together even harder. His hands
cupped her buttocks under her tight dress, squeezing
the supple flesh in his strong fingers.
One of Tommy’s hands slid around and then down
to Sue’s naked thighs.
“Tommy,” Sue said as she felt him slowly moving
it up her leg. In spite of her admonishment, her
legs moved slightly apart. “Oh my God,” she
whispered as his hand reached her vagina.
Tommy moaned as his fingers felt a woman’s private
parts for the first time. He could feel the swollen
and wet lips under his searching fingers. Then a
finger found the dripping hole.
“Tommy, Tommy, please,” Sue pleaded as if she
couldn’t stop him. A slow moan escaped her lips
as his finger slowly slid into her body.
Within seconds, Tommy’s hand was dripping with his
mother’s sex juice. He moved his finger in and out
of her warm hole, loving the feeling of her slick
inner flesh. Quickly, before she could protest, he
added a second finger. He heard her moan again
and her hips pressed down, taking both fingers all
the way inside.
Sue had lost control. Her hips began to work up
and down on her son’s fingers and her head was
spinning wildly. It took only a few more thrusts
before she began to tremble.
Tommy was a little surprised as his mother began
to shake. Suddenly, he realized that she was
climaxing on his fingers. He smiled and worked
them into her harder, creating a loud sucking sound
in the otherwise quiet night.
When Sue stopped shuddering, she almost collapsed
into Tommy’s arms.
Tommy looked over the hedgerow and saw that they
were still alone. He placed his hands on his
mother’s shoulders and began to gently push
downward. “Suck me,” he hissed, as she went to
her knees.
Sue head was still foggy as she settled to her
knees on the cool grass. “Tommy, this is crazy,”
she said as she looked up at him, her eyes still
sparkling with fire in the moonlight. Yet, even as
she spoke, she was opening his pants.
Tommy kept looking back across the hedgerow at the
house to make sure no one came outside. He
turned back in time to see his mother take his
penis into her mouth. “Ahhhhh!!!” he groaned
as her talented mouth took possession of his hard
shaft.
Sue moaned as well as she tasted the sweet flavor
of his penis. She felt Tommy’s hands on her head.
She let him direct her head back and forth. Then
she began to move her hand back and forth, trying
to bring him off quickly. Even in her wine-fogged
brain, Sue still knew that someone could come upon
them at any time.
Fortunately, it wasn’t going to take long for Tommy
to cum in his mother’s mouth. However, suddenly,
he wanted something different, something really nasty.
He pulled back, his penis coming out of his
mother’s mouth with a pop.
Sue looked up at him in surprise. Then she felt his
hands on her shoulders pushing the straps of her
gown and bra down her arms. “What are you
doing?” she whispered in panic.
Tommy didn’t answer as he pushed her straps down
until her breasts were free from the bra. He
pointed his penis downward. “Jerk me into your
bra,” he whispered excitedly.
“Good God Tommy, no!” Sue exclaimed in protest.
Still, she grasped his penis and began to masturbate
him. She jerked on his penis in rapid motions, her
hand moving in a blur.
“Yes, yes,” Tommy moaned as his legs tensed.
Sue was breathing hard again. She couldn’t believe
what she was doing but it was turning her on
nonetheless. When she heard Tommy moan, she
directed the head of his penis into one cup of her
bra. She shivered as she watched his thick white
juice splatter into the cup. When several squirts had
coated the inner liner of that cup, she moved the
head quickly to the other cup. Soon, both sides
were coated with Tommy’s thick discharge and it
was running down, pooling in the middle.
Suddenly, there were voices coming from the house.
As the voices grew closer, Sue quickly pulled her
top back up, pushing her breasts into the wet
material. She moaned as Tommy’s hot cum coated
her nipples. Then she helped Tommy get his penis
back into his pants. Just as they stood up and
stepped from behind the hedgerow, Shirley Wilson
and a friend walked by.
“Oh that’s were you are,” Shirley said. “I told
Marge that I saw you go outside with Tommy.”
“Uh… yes, Tommy… uh and I needed to get a
little air.”
“Well, come with me, I want Marge to tell you
about a community project that she’s working on.”
Tommy watched as the two ladies led off his
mother. He smiled. God if they only knew! he
thought.
Sue followed the two women back into the house.
She could feel her sex juices filling her panties as
her breasts swam in her son’s juice. She could
even smell it and hoped that no one else could.
She knew that she would have to escape them soon
and find a bathroom to take care of her own
renewed desires
After the episode at the party, Sue and Tommy
gradually became comfortable with their new
relationship. Sue still knew it was very wrong but
she no longer chastised herself for it. It was what
her son needed right now she rationalized. It was
their little secret.
They both grew very casual about how little they
wore in front of each other. It seemed to Sue that
Tommy was always stopping in to talk when she was
getting dressed. It never took long for Tommy to
show that he was interested in more than
conversation. Sue rarely protested.
Each morning he would stop by as she dressed for
work. Within seconds, she would have his penis in
her mouth. Then a minute later, she would be
drinking his sperm. Most evenings it was a replay.
Sue was actually disappointed when they missed a
morning or evening. She almost felt like she had
become addicted to her son’s semen.
Sue was in her bathrobe after her shower one
morning a week or so later. She had just taken
her panties out of the drawer when Tommy tapped
on the door. Sue told him to come in.
“Good morning Mom,” Tommy said brightly as he
sat on the bed.
“Hi sweetie.”
“What’s on the agenda today?” Tommy asked
watching his mother closely.
“Well, we have a lot of yard work to catch up
on so I think we had better stay home and get it
done.”
“All right, if we have too,” Tommy said in mock
exasperation.
Sue untied her robe and dropped it from her
shoulders, standing naked unashamedly in front of
Tommy.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Tommy said sincerely.
“Thank you,” Sue whispered. There was no longer
any embarrassment at being naked in front of him.
As she bent over and picked up her panties, she
saw his eyes staring at her breasts as they swung
naturally below her. She took her time pulling her
panties up, beginning to enjoy the show. As the
silky panties crossed her thighs, she turned her back
to him and heard him gasp.
Tommy had an erection before he walked into the
room but now it was throbbing in the tight confines
of his shorts. As his mother went to get her bra,
he pulled his zipper down and freed his shaft from
its prison.
It was Sue’s turn to gasp when she turned around
and saw him holding his erect shaft. Every time she
saw it, it looked bigger, she thought. She
swallowed hard as she stood frozen, holding her bra
in her hand and watching him slowly move his hand
up and down. In all the years she was married,
she had never seen her husband masturbate. While
she had asked him to on occasion, he had always
refused. He said that he would be too embarrassed.
It was obvious that Tommy didn’t have that
problem.
Tommy watched his mother’s face as she watched
him masturbate. He found it an incredible turn-on
to have her watch him. “Do you like watching me
masturbate?” Tommy asked breathlessly.
It took a moment for Sue to answer. Her throat
was suddenly dry. “Yes,” she choked out in a
hoarse whisper.
“Then sit down and I’ll show you how I like to
do it.”
Sue backed up until she sat in her vanity chair,
her eyes never leaving Tommy.
Tommy stood up and slowly stripped off his shirt.
Then he opened his shorts and began to pull them
down. Suddenly, he turned until his back was to
his mother. Like a stripper, he slowly pulled his
shorts below his buttocks. Tommy was as surprised
as his mother at his boldness.
Sue sat fascinated as she watched her son strip for
her. Tommy had been just a little boy the last
time she saw him completely naked. He certainly
wasn’t a little boy anymore, Sue thought as his
shorts fell to his feet and he kicked them away.
She scanned his naked body from behind. His
shoulders were broad and rippled with muscles. His
waist was narrow and his hips jutted out from all
the strenuous training. However, his buttocks were
his best asset. They were rock hard and perfectly
shaped globes. His thighs were strong and lean
without an ounce of fat. He could be a male
stripper, Sue thought.
Slowly, Tommy turned around. His penis was now
pulsing and there was a long strand of clear liquid
hanging from the tip. Tommy began to stroke
himself again. More of his clear juice bubbled out,
stretching in a silvery string toward the carpet. “Oh
God Mom, I’m getting close,” he warned. Tommy’s
hand moved rapidly up and down until his thighs
tensed. When he was ready to squirt, he held his
hand under the head. Suddenly, he began to pour
the contents of his balls into his outstretched hand.
Sue watched in excited fascination as her son
climaxed into his own hand. She saw his hand fill
with his sperm and begin to spill over the sides.
With a moan she dropped to her knees and quickly
licked the cum dripping from his palm. As soon as
Tommy was done, Sue turned his cum filled hand
to her mouth.
In another similar incident, Tommy caught his mother
just as she was ready to go out the door to
work. He brought her to him and kissed her
passionately.
“Tommy, my makeup,” she protested as he kissed
her lips, then her face and neck.
“Suck me!” he said like a command.
Sue moaned and moved quickly to her knees in
front of her son. She set her briefcase down and
took his penis into her hand. She heard him groan
from far away as she caught a drop of dripping
juice on her tongue, following it with her mouth to
the swollen head. “Mmmmmm!” she moaned deep
in her throat as she sucked the head into her
mouth.
Tommy grasped his mother’s face in his hands. As
his hips began to move back and forth, he could
see the head of his penis sliding in and out of
her mouth under her cheeks. He pressed his thumbs
to her cheeks and felt his shaft as she sucked it
deep into her throat.
Sue sucked Tommy until she could tell that he was
getting close. She was ready to drink his sperm
when she felt him pulling on her shoulders. In
surprise, she let him slip out of her mouth and
she stood up. She let Tommy’s lips capture hers
without protest now. Her makeup could be fixed
afterward.
As their bodies pressed together, Sue could feel his
erection pressing against her stomach. She moaned
as their hips began to move against each other.
She knew that she was going to have a wet mark
on the front of her skirt. When she felt Tommy’s
hand move down to push her dress up she began
to shiver. However, when he grasped his penis and
pushed it between her legs she said, “Tommy,
no!” Suddenly, she realized that she was lucky she
had her panties on. It was the only thing
preventing penetration. Sue almost sighed when he
didn’t try to do anything else. She wasn’t sure she
could have stopped him.
“Oh God Mom!” Tommy moaned as he moved his
hips back and forth between her warm thighs. He
could feel her sex lips pressing down on the top of
his shaft, the gusset of her panties rapidly becoming
soaked with their combined juices.
When Sue was certain that Tommy was near
ejaculation, she pushed him away from her.
Tommy thought that she was going to go to her
knees and suck him again. However, he was
surprised when she reached down and pulled the
crotch of her panties away from her sex. Then for
just a second, Tommy thought that she was going
to let him penetrate her.
However, Sue had other ideas. She took Tommy’s
penis and situated it between the wet crotch of her
panties and her dripping sex lips. His penis was at
an odd angle, pointing downward. That made Sue’s
sex lips split apart and cover the shaft with her
wet and swollen flesh. She slid her panties back
over her lips, trapping his penis inside the silky
material. Then, she began to move back and forth
again, massaging him with her swollen lips. She
knew that Tommy wouldn’t last long.
Almost as soon as he felt her blood filled lips on
his penis, he groaned and his penis lurched,
spewing his thick cum onto the gusset of her little
red panties.
Sue’s climax wasn’t far behind. When she felt her
vagina being sprayed by her son’s semen, her legs
shook and her body went into convulsions. If Tommy
hadn’t been holding her, she would have collapsed
to the floor.
When Tommy felt his mother’s body stop shaking,
he staggered back in exhaustion.
Sue found it difficult to focus her eyes. She backed
up unsteadily and leaned against the front door.
When she could get her breath again she shook her
head. God that was close, she thought.
Tommy smiled at his mother with exhaustion on his
face. Then he pushed his now soft penis back into
his pants and said, “Have a nice day.”
Sue picked up her briefcase and opened the door.
As she stepped out onto the front porch, she was
suddenly very much aware of her sodden crotch. For
a second, she considered going back into the house
to clean up. A naughty thrill went through her as
she walked down the sidewalk to her car. Sue went
to work with her sex lips swimming in Tommy’s
sperm.
Sue was sitting at her desk one evening, still in
her white blouse and blue skirt that she had worn
to work. She was thinking about her and Tommy’s
relationship as she did quite often. She had done a
lot of soul searching during the last few days. Their
relationship has progressed well beyond anything she
could have ever imagined. So far, it had been
limited to oral sex and a little masturbation. The
nagging question on her mind was where did they
go from here? It was getting more and more difficult
for her to control things. It had been so close the
other day.
It seemed that almost every time they were
together, they couldn’t keep their hands off each
other. He would touch her or kiss her and that
would start it. She would respond and things would
get out of control from there.
“Hi Mom,” Tommy said, coming into the room
and sitting down.
“Hi Tommy. I thought you were going to the ball
game with Joey?”
“I was but he has a cold and cancelled out.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’d rather be home with you.”
Sue looked at him and shook her head. “What am
I going to do with you?” she asked rhetorically.
“Love me,” he said with a big smile and opened
his arms to her.
Sue put down her pen and then walked over to sit
on Tommy’s lap. She kissed his lips and then
snuggled into his arms. Suddenly, she felt so
protected in his embrace.
“Mom, you… uh… we have… uh done a lot
of… you know… things,” Tommy said hesitantly.
Sue was silent, wondering where this was going to
go.
“You said… uh… you said that it was selfish for
a man just to take and… and not give back.”
Immediately, Sue knew what was coming. It wasn’t
like she hadn’t expected it. However, she that what
he was going to ask was a big step.
“Will you teach me… to uh… you know… do
oral on you?”
Sue was silent for a long time. She could feel her
heart beating hard in her chest. There was a
tremendous struggle going on in her head. On one
hand, she had done so much already, what was
the difference if she let him do it to her? On the
other, she knew that it would be taking their
relationship to a new level. However, the thought of
having his mouth on her was incredibly exciting. So,
what would be the harm? Who would know?
“I… I don’t know Tommy,” she said reluctantly.
“Let me think about it.”
Tommy felt a thrill of excitement go through him.
Every time she said that, she came back and did
what he wanted. “That’s fair,” he said and his
hand moved up to caress her breast.
Sue could feel his erection pressing into her
buttocks. With a sigh she slid off his lap and knelt
between his legs.
Tommy smiled and opened his pants. He reached
inside and pulled out his swollen erection. When Sue
went to grab it with her hands, he grabbed her
wrists, holding her hands away. He lifted up slightly
and slid the head into her mouth. He watched his
mother suck him for a few minutes and then, with
his penis still in her mouth, he stood.
Sue backed up and let Tommy stand in front of
her. She knew what he wanted when his hips
began to move back and forth while he held her
arms over her head. He wants to fuck my mouth,
she thought. A moan escaped her stretched lips as
she let her son use her mouth.
When Tommy let go of his mother’s hands, he
grasped her head. He was happy to see that she
let her arms slip idly to her sides. Tommy’s hips
continued to move back and forth as he pulled her
head toward him. He heard his mother choke and
eased up but then he felt her move forward,
forcing him to the back of her throat again.
For some strange reason, Sue suddenly felt very
submissive. It wasn’t like her to play that role.
However, at the moment, it felt right. She moaned
submissively and let her son pound into her mouth.
As his movement grew more rapid, saliva began to
drip from the corners of her stretched mouth.
Tommy’s legs were spread wide and his knees
slightly bent as he moved rapidly in and out of her
mother’s willing mouth. His fingers were curled
tightly in her hair as he moved almost violently in
and out. It was a strange feeling of power to
Tommy. He was in control.
Within seconds, Tommy felt his balls begin to
tighten. He was ready to climax far too soon.
Suddenly, Tommy pulled away from his mother. He
let go of her hair and grabbed his shaft at the
base. He was going to try to stop the climax like
she had taught him. However, when he looked
down and saw her face looking at him expectantly,
he knew that he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Sue’s breath was coming in great gasps. Her eyes
were opened wide as she stared at her son’s
quivering penis as she sat back on her haunches
and waited.
Tommy could feel his sperm backing up as he held
his penis tightly at the base. Suddenly, he bellowed
and eased the pressure on the base. His sperm
flew out with such force that it arched across his
mother’s head, landing in her hair. The next blast
hit her directly in the face, splattering on her
forehead and dripping to her cheek. Then another
blast hurtled toward her.
Sue closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs
together as her own climax began. Her sex lips
throbbed with pleasure as she felt her son’s juice
continue to cover her face. She held her face out
to the spray as if she were in the shower, loving
the warm liquid.
Amazingly, Tommy’s climax seemed to go on and
on, covering his mother’s face and splattering on
her white blouse and skirt. Finally, as his climax
dwindled, his legs weakened and he fell back into
the chair. Through hooded eyes, he saw his mother
scraping his cum from her face and putting it into
her mouth.
At the breakfast table the following morning, Tommy
brought up the inevitable question. “Mom, you said
you would think about what I asked.”
Sue looked at her son and smiled. “We’ll see,”
was her only commitment. Sue had made up her
mind but she wasn’t ready to reveal her answer to
Tommy yet.
‘We’ll see,’ Tommy thought. That’s as good as
yes. He couldn’t control the smile that crossed his
face.
Sue and Tommy decided to go to their favorite
restaurant that night. As always, Tommy was ready
early, waiting at the door for his mom. When she
came down she was wearing a very short skirt with
high heels. However, on top, she had on a dark
sweater that buttoned down the front with a white
blouse underneath. The top looked like something
that a schoolteacher would wear. However, the skirt
looked hot. Tommy was curious about her selection
of clothing but decided not to say anything.
When Sue got into the car, she made sure that
she carelessly spread her legs, giving her son a
clear view of her shiny pink panties and the creamy
white skin above her thigh high stockings. Once he
was in the car, Tommy was bold enough to reach
over and place his hand on her thigh. He drove
with one hand and used the other to slide her
skirt up so he could see her panties. Sue let
Tommy’s hand move up until he reached her
panties, stopping him only when she thought he was
being distracted from driving. She grabbed his hand,
leaving it on her thigh, and gently told him to pay
attention to the road.
Sue and Tommy got their special table in the back
of the restaurant, giving them the privacy that they
wanted. The two chatted until the waitress took
their drink order. When she left, Sue said she had
to go to the ladies room. Several minutes later she
returned and stopped next to Tommy. She held out
her hand, indicating that he should open his hand.
She placed a piece of balled up material into his
hand and sat down.
Tommy looked at his mother with raised eyebrows
and then opened his hand. He felt his penis lurch
in his pants when he saw the silky pink balled up
material. It was his mom’s panties. Suddenly, he
saw the waitress out of the corner of his eye and
quickly put the hand holding the panties below the
table. He didn’t know if the waitress saw what was
in his hand but he did know his face was as red
as a beet. His mother just smiled at his obvious
distress.
After they had ordered dinner and the waitress was
gone, Tommy pulled his hand from under the table.
He looked at the tiny pair of panties and saw that
the crotch was soaked. Not even thinking, he
brought the crotch to his nose, inhaling deeply, his
eyes on his mother all the time.
Then Sue watched with shock as Tommy casually
opened the crotch and brought it to his lips.
He kissed the wet material and then made a show
of sticking out his tongue and licking the gusset
from one end to the other.
Sue sighed deeply and closed her eyes as a shiver
ran through her.
Tommy’s penis was now fully erect. It was his first
taste of his mother’s sex juices. He felt his hand
trembling as he forced himself to ball the material
up and put into his pocket. Then he reached down
adjusted his penis in the very tight confines of his
pants.
Sue suddenly realized that Tommy had one-upped
her. However, Sue wasn’t done yet.
When dinner was served, Tommy and Sue ate in
silence, looking at each other with loving glances.
About mid-way through the meal, Tommy saw his
mom look around the restaurant. Seeing that no one
was close by, Sue reached up and began to
unbutton her sweater. Tommy thought she was
starting to get warm. When all the buttons were
undone, Sue pulled the sweater away from her
chest. Tommy was shocked to see that the blouse
was totally see-through; he could see all of his
mom’s firm breasts with her hard pink nipples
pushing through the material. Tommy could no longer
concentrate on dinner. His thoughts were on the
fact that his mom was sitting across from him
naked under her clothes and that he just might get
to eat her tonight.
“Mom, can we go?” Tommy asked, his food only
half eaten.
“I think that is an excellent idea, besides, I think
I owe you a lesson.”
Tommy’s penis throbbed in his pants and he jumped
up and practically pulled his mother out of the
restaurant.
Driving home, Sue took off her sweater and sat
next to her son with only her see-through blouse
covering her chest. Tommy was going crazy trying to
keep his eyes on the road.
Sue knew that it was dangerous to tease him this
way when he was driving. However, she had been
thinking about what she was going to let him do all
day and it was driving her crazy with desire.
It was difficult for Tommy to keep within the speed
limit as he rushed home. He had barely come to
a stop at the house when he jumped out of the
car and ran around to open the door for his
mom. As Sue swung around, he got a close look
at his mom’s exposed vagina. His eyes opened wide
in shock when he saw that she had no pubic hair.
The normally soft blond hair was all gone, leaving
her lips smooth and shiny. Tommy stood frozen
looking between his mother’s legs. Now his heart
was pounding so loud that he thought she might
hear it.
When Sue made the decision to let Tommy eat her,
she decided to shave herself. His father loved her
that way. As she got out of the car, she stood in
front of him with a wide smile. “What’s the
matter sweetie,” she asked, knowing the answer
already. She smiled, realizing that she had the
upper hand again.
“Uh… uh… nothing,” he struggled to say.
Sue turned and walked toward the house, still
smiling.
It took a few seconds for Tommy to realize that he
was standing on the sidewalk alone. He hurried up
the walk and followed his mother into the house.
“Tommy, get me a glass of wine and bring it to
the living room for me please,” Sue said, turning
to go into the living room.
Tommy rushed to get the wine, shaking so bad that
he nearly broke the glass. He tried to steady his
hands as he walked back to the living room. He
saw his mother sitting on the sofa waiting for him.
When he handed her the glass, his hand was
trembling so much that the wine almost spilled over
the top. He didn’t notice that his mother’s hand
was shaking as well.
Sue took a large drink of wine and patted the seat
next to her.
Tommy sat down without a word. He was afraid
that his voice wouldn’t work.
Sue sighed and said, “Tommy, this is a big step
for us. I know that you have wanted to ea… uh
perform oral sex on me for a long time. Frankly,
I’ve wanted it just as much, if not more. It is
one of the things that I miss most about Bob. He
was very good. Your father… your father and I
used to do that all the time. In fact, the first
time was on a sofa just like this in his mother’s
house. It was so crazy because his parents, your
grandparents, were sleeping in the next room. We
did many crazy things,” she added as her eyes got
misty and she stopped talking.
Tommy reached over, took his mother’s hand, and
sat silently, waiting for her to continue.
“I’m so confused sometimes Tommy. What we’ve
done is so wrong but… but I can’t resist you. It
could be so dangerous for both of us. It’s all so
crazy.”
“Mom… uh… we don’t have to do.”
“Shhh,” Sue said and placed her fingers on
Tommy’s lips.
Sue stood up in front of Tommy and slowly began
to unbutton her blouse. She shrugged it off her
shoulders and paused, letting Tommy look at her
large breasts so close to his face.
Tommy could see her excitement as her chest moved
up and down with her rapid breathing. His own
breath was beginning to come in short gasps.
Slowly, Sue began to pull her skirt up her thighs.
She paused for a second when it was just below
the level of her crotch, teasing Tommy. Then she
pulled it to her waist and a little moan of
excitement escaped her lips.
Tommy gasped. He had never seen anything so
exciting in his young life. On display in front of
him was his mother’s very wet and swollen sex.
There wasn’t a speck of hair anywhere on the
surface, from her navel to her thighs. The outer
lips were so smooth that they were almost shining.
The inner lips were protruding and there were
strings of her sex juice hanging precariously, ready
to drip to the floor. Her thighs, all the way to
the tops of her nylons, were sparkling with her
juice.
When Sue saw that Tommy was ready to grab her,
she pushed him back. “Wait,” she said and turned
to walk over to a comfortable chair. She left her
high heels on and her skirt pulled up around her
waist as she sat in the chair. Then she lifted her
legs and threw them over the arms of the chair,
pushing her sex out at her son in an obscene
manner.
Sue crooked her finger at her son and said in a
breathless tone, “I think the best position for you
is on your knees between my legs.”
Tommy jumped up and hurried over to his mother,
his eyes never leaving her displayed sex.
“Take your clothes off first.”
Sue watched as Tommy stripped in record time,
throwing his clothes on the floor in his haste. Then
she looked at her son’s totally naked body. Her
eyes traveled up and down his body, settling on his
pulsing erection. God, he’s going to drive the
women crazy someday, she thought.
Tommy fell to his knees between Sue’s legs and
brought his mouth very close to her swollen and
leaking sex. He put his trembling hands on her
thighs, forcing them further apart, intending to dive
in.
“Just a minute, sweetie,” Sue said, putting her
hands on her son’s shoulders to hold him back.
“You need a few lessons in the female anatomy
before you EAT ME,” Sue said, emphasizing the
words “eat me”.
Tommy sat back and watched as his mom spread
her legs even further apart. As he looked on with
wide eyes, his mother used her fingers to open the
pink lips. Tommy felt his mouth begin to water. He
could smell her excitement and see the juice
bubbling in her open hole.
“You see this little button here?” Sue said, pointing
to her clit. “This is the center of a woman’s
sexual arousal. It is very sensitive and needs to be
treated with great kindness. I will tell you more
about that in a minute. Down here are my outer
and inner lips.” Sue stretched the inner lips apart,
letting him see how flexible they were.
“The outer lips are not as sensitive and can be
handled a bit more forcefully. However, these,” she
said, fingering the inner lips, “can be quite
sensitive. Look how wet they get when I get
excited.” Sue tried to keep her voice calm and
appeared to be very matter-of-fact in her
description. However, on the inside she was burning
up with need. Watching the wonder and excitement
in her son’s eyes was almost more than she could
stand.
Tommy could see the thick juice now trickling out of
his mother’s hole. He could feel his own penis
pouring juice out as he waited for her to let him
eat her. He was breathing through his mouth now
in an attempt to get enough oxygen. His head was
spinning like he was falling from a great height.
“Inside the hole is where the cock goes and is
very receptive to a soft tongue.” Sue began to
breath very hard as she forced herself to continue
the description. “Ohhhhh!” Sue moaned when her
finger brushed against the sensitive clit. “As I… as
I showed you before, this… this is my… my
clit,” Sue said, spreading the lips wide and letting
the tiny nub peek out, her hands shaking with
excitement.
Tommy focused his eyes where his mother was
pointing. He was fascinated by the smooth piece of
flesh between her lips. It almost looked like a
miniature head of a penis.
“My clit is… is… very sensitive. When I’m this
excited, even a little touch can send me off. It’s
very swollen now. Be very gentle with it, please,”
Sue said, almost delirious.
Tommy knew most of this stuff from high school
biology. However, that had been a big joke with
none of the boys paying much attention. Now,
watching and hearing his mom talk about her sexual
parts had him shaking with desire. His eyes never
left her sexual parts as she began to use her
finger to massage her spread lips.
“Ohhhhh Jesus!” Sue moaned, closing her eyes in
pleasure.
He watched in amazement as she put first one
finger inside of herself. Then she added a second
and a third until all three fingers were inside her,
almost to the last knuckle. When she pulled them
out, they were slick with juice.
Sue held her trembling fingers up to her son.
Tommy’s mouth closed around all three fingers,
sucking loudly. Was it him or his mom that moaned?
The taste was like nothing he had ever tasted
before. It was thicker and much sweeter than the
little bit he had tasted on her panties.
“I want you to put your tongue right here
Tommy,” Sue said in a shaky voice, pointing to
her spread open hole. “It’s time for you to
practice your lesson. I want you to eat my juicy
cunt. I need your tongue so bad, please, please,
EAT ME NOW,” Sue said, suddenly losing control
and almost screaming.
Tommy quickly bent forward, his mouth inches from
her dripping lips.
Sue placed both hands on the sides of his head,
trying to pull his face into her steaming crotch.
Tommy resisted, now the one torturing them both.
With his face an inch from her dripping lips, he
breathed in deeply; her wonderful smell excited him
tremendously. Then his tongue came out to touch
the slippery lips. He heard his mom moan, as his
tongue touched her sex for the first time. Then his
tongue brought the taste into his mouth.
Sue watched her son swallow her juice and moaned.
She grasped his head again, her desire back under
control for the moment. “Gently, gently, lick around
the lips,” she instructed, moving his head with her
hands.
Tommy let his mother move his head around, his
tongue stretched out for her pleasure. Suddenly, he
wondered why his friends talk about this in gross
terms. He found it a beautiful and intimate act. He
knew instantly that he would love it for the rest of
his life.
His mom didn’t need to hold his head any longer
as Tommy began to use his tongue and lips on his
own. His mouth covered her hole and he began to
suck the swollen lips inside. Then he bit them
gently and then used his tongue to lap across the
wrinkled surface.
“Ohhhhhhh, that’s it, that’s it, suck them, suck
my lips. Oh my God, I can’t stand it. Suck me,
suck Mom’s cunt,” Sue screamed almost
incoherently. Then, she began to buck her hips into
his face. She pulled his head up slightly, his tongue
making contact with her swollen clit. Her legs shot
up and wrapped around his neck, imprisoning his
mouth in her wet flesh.
That was all she could stand. Suddenly, she let out
a long wail and went over the top, shuddering and
screaming as a tremendous climax overtook her. She
pulled the poor boy’s head hard into her convulsing
vagina, almost smothering him in the process.
Tommy didn’t mind at all. His face was inundated
in his mom’s juice. Her lips were spread on his
face, spreading her slick juice from his chin to his
forehead. It almost felt like his face was buried in
a juicy watermelon.
“Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh my God
Tommmmmmmmmyyyyyy!!!” Sue’s hips were pushed
up in the air and she was almost on her back on
the cushion of the chair.
Tommy let his face be used for his mom’s
pleasure. He pushed his tongue deep into her
convulsing hole and the slick walls inside her vagina
quivered around it.
Sue’s climax went on and on. Each time she
thought she was done, Tommy would hit a new
spot and bring her to a peak again. She thought
she might pass out as her heart pounded and she
gasped for breath.
Finally, Sue’s body began to relax with little tremors
still running through her. Then, she had to push
Tommy’s face away from her now sensitive sex lips.
She had never had a climax as good or one that
lasted as long. Her body felt like a limp rag. She
was slumped on the chair; both legs still wrapped
around Tommy’s neck. When she looked at her son
kneeling between her legs, there was a silly grin on
his face. His face was literally covered with her
juice.
“My God, I had forgotten how good it felt to be
eaten,” Sue gasped when she could talk again.
“Tommy, you just gave me the best climax of my
life. Thank you… thank you, you were wonderful.
I love you so much,” Sue said, looking into his
eyes lovingly.
Tommy sat back on his haunches, smiling like the
cat that ate the canary.
“Come here and let me take care of you,” Sue
said, pulling Tommy from his kneeling position.
Tommy jumped up and stood next to his mom,
bringing his dripping penis close to her mouth.
“God, I love this cock,” Sue said to herself as
she brought her son’s swollen penis to her face.
As she held his shaft tight, she could actually feel
his wildly beating heart though his penis. When she
squeezed she saw a large clear drop of liquid
bubble out then run down and across her fingers.
She closed her eyes, bringing the head to her
mouth. She and Tommy moaned as her lips circled
the swollen head. The head filled her mouth as her
lips squeezed the shaft. She held it like that,
sucking just the head. Her saliva flowed, coating the
head in her warm mouth. She almost forgot about
Tommy as she lost herself in the excitement of
sucking him.
Suddenly remembering that her son was attached to
this incredible penis, she pulled away and looked up
at him. Then she said in a whisper, “I am going
to suck your cock Tommy. Your mom wants to suck
all the juice out of your balls. Do you want me to
suck you? Do you want your mom to swallow all
that delicious sperm? Tell me, tell me you want me
to suck you until you squirt into my mouth.”
“Yes, yes, please, put it back in your mouth,
please suck it,” Tommy moaned at his mother’s
nasty words.
Sue took his penis deep into her warm and wet
mouth again, making loud sucking noises, which
were intended to let her son know how much she
loved sucking him.
Tommy couldn’t take much more. He had held off
as long as possible. It felt like an explosion in his
head as chills went through his body. His body
tensed and his hips pushed forward. It almost felt
as if it were happening in slow motion when his
penis throbbed and a huge load of cum began
traveling up the long shaft. He could feel it rushing
to be released.
Sue was prepared for it this time. She moved his
thrusting shaft back slightly so she could take the
first strong squirts into her mouth and not her
throat. Suddenly, her son began to spew like a fire
hose, filling her mouth over and over with his thick
sperm. Sue swallowed each shot and sucked for
more, her hand pumping up and down rapidly.
Incredibly, the thrill of her son’s sperm squirting
into her mouth excited her again. Sue felt her sex
lips quiver and another little climax shook her.
Eventually, the flow slowed and then stopped. Sue
continued to suck hard, trying to get the last few
precious drops.
Finally, Tommy pulled away and staggered over to
the sofa and fell, gasping for breath. He saw his
mother still on her knees, smiling at him. There
was not a drop of his cum on her face anywhere.
She had swallowed it all.
It was a night that both mother and son would
remember forever.

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