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I am a 34-year-old high school teacher. I am 5’7”, 125 pounds with brown hair and eyes. I ran track in high school and college and I still maintain my 35C- 25- 34 figure with five visits to the gym every week. My male students are always flirting with me but I am a no-nonsense teacher and usually cut them off before they get themselves in trouble. I also dress as conservatively as I can. Oh, I notice how attractive some of my students are. A few in the past have actually been surprising gentlemen. I just respect my marriage, and my job.

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One weekend, my husband, decided to take me to the beach for the day. Our local beach is separated from the town by a conservation area. It’s a 15 mile drive through a sanctuary to get to the beach.Â

We had a great time soaking up the sun, playing Frisbee and bodysurfing. As usual, the guys at the beach enjoyed looking at my attributes. I always enjoyed the ego boost but then again, there were plenty of other girls they were looking at as well.Â

On the way home, my husband’s truck started missing and began lurching.

“Damn fuel pump! I’ve been having problems with it for weeks.”

Suddenly, the motor stalled and we drifted to a stop on the side of the road.

“Nothing like waiting ‘till the last minute to fix it, huh?”   I lamented.

He looked at me with a look that let me know I was better off silent. He popped the hood and climbed out of the truck. I got out and stood beside him as he peered into the engine compartment.

About this time, a car passed by us and slowed to a stop in front of us. It was a large convertible filled with kids coming back from the beach. The driver stepped out of the car and walked over to us. Shane Billups had been a student of mine a couple of years ago. Since graduated, the ex-jock stood 6’2” with black hair and blue eyes. It was easy to see why his car had a few girls in it.  Â

“I thought I recognized you Ms. Perkins. Having some car trouble?”

“Fuel pump, replied my husband. Think you could run my wife into town and get me a new one?”

I could smell the odor of marijuana in the air, and I’m sure my husband could too.

“Not a prob’, hop in the car Ms. Perkins.”

My husband gave me some instructions and as I turned to go he said, “Don’t get too high!”

I climbed in the front seat between Shane and another guy. There were two girls and another boy in the back. As we started down the road, a joint materialized from the back seat. Shane took a hit and passed it to me. I took it and was about to pass it to Shawn, the guy sitting next to me.

“Come on Ms Perkins. School’s out. Lighten up a little and relax!”Â

It had been a few years since I’d smoked pot, but I took a small puff and passed it to Shawn. I felt the burn in my lungs and held the smoke as long as I could.

“There you go,” was Shane’s only response.

In no time the joint made its way around to me again, and again, and again. And each time, I took a hit. By the time we arrived at the auto parts store, I was high as a kite.

We picked up the part and headed back out to where my husband was busily working on his truck. He kept his tools in the cargo box of his truck, so he was pretty involved when we arrived.

“Here’s your parts honey. Want me to stay and help?”

He looked up at me and smiled.Â

“You’re stoned! This is going to be trickier than I thought. You’d be more of a hindrance than a help. Go party. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

I kissed him goodbye and told him I’d have Shane give me a ride home. I let him know dinner would be on the table when he got there.

As we headed back to town, I asked Shane to drop me off at my house.

“What’s your hurry Ms. Perkins? Wanna come to a party?”

I knew I should have gone home, but the combination of my buzz and Shane’s infectious smile clouded my better judgment. Besides, my husband did give me permission to go party.

“Well, maybe for a couple of hours, I replied. And my name is Jen.”

“Sure thing Jen.” With that he patted me on the knee and I felt a shockwave travel up the inside of my thigh.

Shane came from money. He lived in an older section of town where the houses were on gated property and set well back from the street. As we pulled up to the palatial residence, there were already several cars parked in the loop.

Shane invited me in and escorted me to the back of the house where the pool area was. There were probably 15 to 20 people either in the pool or lounging around by it. The smell of weed was everywhere and the blender at the poolside bar seemed to never stop running.

I had on my bikini from the beach, but had put on a pair of tennis shorts prior to leaving.

Shane gestured for me to sit next to him and I accepted the offer, sitting on the edge of the pool with my legs dangling in the water.Â

“You wanna drink? I think the drink du jour is Pina Colada.”

Before I could answer, Shane had jumped up and walked to the bar where he quickly made two cocktails. He handed one to me upon his return and again sat down beside me.

I had severe cottonmouth from the pot and took a long gulp from my drink, feeling its contents warm my insides on the way down.

“You’re not so tough once you take off the teacher costume,” he smiled at me. I caught him glancing down at my breasts, provocatively displayed in my swim top.

“I couldn’t very well let you kids run all over me now could I Shane?”

“I never got away with shit in your class. You were tough! Equals now though, right?”

“Right,” I replied.

With that we did a handshake and started laughing. I was relaxed, probably too relaxed. But I was enjoying myself and the break from the routine. I suddenly caught myself looking down at the bulge in Shane’s crotch and quickly looked up. He was returning my stare and I wondered if he had noticed.

Shane and I continued to make small talk. Apparently, his parents were in Europe for the summer and he had remained behind to attend summer classes at the local college.  Eventually a joint made it around to us. There wasn’t much left to it and Shane commented on it.

“You’re always screwed when you’re at the end of the line.”

He stood up and extended his hand to me.

“Come on. I’ve got a secret stash.”

We stopped briefly at the bar to freshen our drinks and then he led me upstairs and down a long hall to a bedroom. Upon entering, it was immediately apparent that this was a guy’s room. Spartan in decoration except for the trophies on the wall and a huge bed situated near the entrance to a private bathroom.

“Have a seat,” he gestured as he walked towards his dresser. While he was rummaging around in one of his drawers, I sat down on the edge of his bed.

He walked over to the bed and sat down next to me. He had a small glass pipe and a lighter in his hand.

“Hash.”

With that he lit the bowl and took a slow draw from it and exhaled.

“Careful,” don’t take too much.”

Before I could take a hit, he stopped me and stated, “Here, let me shotgun it to you.”

“What’s that?”

“I take a hit and then blow it into your mouth as you inhale. That way you won’t get too much.”

He took a hit from the pipe and then leaned towards me. As he did, he reached across with his left arm and placed it on my right thigh to steady himself. It startled me at first, but he was already leaning into me and had placed his lips an inch away from mine. As he gently blew the smoke out, I sucked it in to my lungs. I felt the pit of my stomach tighten up as I became so very aware of our closeness. As he finished, he gently pecked me on the lips with his and pulled away.

“Always better when you do that with the opposite sex,” he smirked.

“I see!” I feigned disdain with a smile. In reality I was aroused.

“Now you try,” Shane said, and handed me the pipe.

I repeated what I had seen him do, and again he leaned into me. This time, when he placed his hand on my thigh, he seemed to caress it more than grab it. It was more like I sighed the smoke out and into his mouth. When I finished blowing, Shane kept his face where it was, inches from mine. He exhaled and whispered, “You forgot the end part.”

“I did?”

“Yeah. We’re going to have to keep doing this until you learn to do it right.”Â

He leaned in and pecked my lips again.

“Really?”

“Yes.” He leaned in and kissed me again. I let him.

“Practice makes perfect.”

He kissed me again, this time toying with my lips with his tongue. I opened my mouth to let him in, teasing his tongue with my own.

He ran his right hand up through my hair and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me to him in a long, slow, passionate kiss.

Maybe it was the pot, maybe the alcohol. Or maybe it was just the fact that I had needs that had not been met in a long while. Suddenly gone from my thoughts were my husband on the side of the road, fixing his truck. I had a man built like Adonis preparing to take me, and I wanted it to happen. The fact that it was one of my former students, added to the taboo.

Shane suddenly broke our kiss and stood up. He bent and lifted me in his arms like I was a child. I yelped in surprise and then giggled, throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him to me in another long kiss. He carried me around to the side of the bed and gently lay me down. He pulled his shirt off, exposing his chiseled physique before climbing on top of me.

We resumed our heated exchange and for the first time in years, I was “making out.”

Sometimes he was on top, sometimes I was. But as we continued to maul each other with wet, deep kissing, the passion continued to grow. We were dry humping each other to the point that I actually experienced an orgasm.

While I was on top of Shane, he suddenly pulled the strings to my top that kept it tied and pulled it away from me. He pulled me to him and took my left breast into his mouth.

“Oh God Shane! Oh baby that feels so good!”

Electricity shot through me as Shane did things with his mouth that I had never felt before. His hands ran down my back and he cupped my ass pulling me into his crotch. I could feel the thickness of his cock against me.

Suddenly, Shane rolled over on top of me, still working on first one breast, then the other.

I felt his hands unbuttoning my shorts. All I could do was run my hands through his gorgeous hair and encourage him.

“Yessss! Oh God yes Shane! Make love to me!”

He practically ripped my shorts off of me and I couldn’t have cared less. I had never been so aroused in my life. I was no completely exposed to him and I could see the approval in his eyes.

“God you’re perfect!”

Shane was in a kneeling position straddling me and I quickly sat up to help him remove his shorts. I undid the snap and separated the Velcro. His cock hit me in the face when it popped out – and what a cock it was!

It was as big around as a paper towel roll, and nearly as long, probably 10 inches. The rumors I had heard about him around school were true. I took it in my hands and made an attempt to put it in my mouth, but Shane had other ideas.

“Later! I can’t wait.”

He pushed me back on the bed and climbed between my legs. I used my feet to pull his shorts all the way off.

When I felt the head of his cock enter my vagina, I got scared.

“Shane, please go slow baby. I’m not used to that size.”

“I’ll go as slow as it takes Jen. I would never hurt you.”

The way he talked to me was as much a turn on as his body.

He propped himself up on his hands and slowly eased his monster cock into me. He’d put it in an inch and fuck me with it for a few strokes before advancing it another inch. I felt my pussy walls stretching wider than they ever had.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Uuuuuggghhhh Ooooooooohhhohhhh!”

I had my hands on his hips and worked with his rhythm. Orgasm after orgasm rocked through me. I already knew I wanted to be with Shane again. I was fucking a real man and a fantastic lover.

In no time, Shane had worked his entire cock into me. He lay down on top of me and allowed me to get used to his size.

“You okay baby?” he whispered into my ear. “I love the way you feel inside.”

He began to gently nibble on my ear and kiss me, tenderly at first. At the same time he slowly swiveled his hips, moving his cock around inside me.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me Shane babeee, just don’t stop!”

“I had no intention of stopping. You wanna see me again?”

“Yesssss! And again and again and AGAINNNNN!”

His strokes became longer and harder and I pushed my hips up to meet his thrusts. I clawed at his back with my nails and smothered him with kisses. I felt like I was going to pass out with the pleasure. My husband hadn’t given me a strong orgasm in years, and now I had lost count of how many earth-shattering explosions Shane was giving me.

He rolled me over on top of him and I rode him to many more as he massaged my breasts

“Fuck Shaaaane cuuummiiinnnnnggg!”

I collapsed on him in exhaustion, my hair matted around my face. He stroked my back and kissed me.

“We’re not done yet honey.”

“I don’t think I have another orgasm left in me.”

“Don’t worry; I might be able to coax a few more.”

He rolled me off of him and pulled his still hard cock out of me. He then rolled me over onto my stomach.

“Oh Shane, honey, please be gentle.”

“I’m trying to drive you crazy, not drive you off. Relax.”

With that he pressed his cock between my ass cheeks and gently sawed it back and forth along my anal cleft.

“Mmmmmmm, that feels nice! I love your big cock touching me.”

I instinctively spread my legs allowing him better access and, accepting the invitation, he entered me once again.

He slid his cock all the way in and I felt the head nudge my cervix.

“Fuck me babeeeee, oh shit fuck meeeee!”

“I could do this to you every day Jen. God you feel fantastic!”

He pistoned in and out of me like a machine. He was tireless.

I couldn’t stop myself from moaning as, true to his word, I came again and again.

I felt him pick up the pace and I arched my back, feeling him go even deeper. With one last thrust, he impaled me and I felt him shudder. Then I felt the vibration of his come filling me.

“Oh Shittt!” he groaned, as he pumped more and more of his seed into me.Â

Only then did my head clear long enough to realize that we had not used any protection. After having two children from a previous marriage, my husband had had a vasectomy. We had never had a desire to have children. Now my womb was filled with the fertile sperm of a 20-year-old. Still I encouraged him.

“Fuck baby, I feel you cumminngg in me. Cum in me pleeeaaasssee!”

Shane collapsed on top of me, kissing my neck, my face and any other part of me he could reach. I turned my head to suck his tongue into my mouth.

Finally, he rolled off of me, but pulled me to him in a tight embrace. We continued to kiss.

“I meant what I said about seeing you again,” he said between kisses.

“I’m married, and I’m older than you. Why me?”

“Because I’ve had a crush on you since the 10^th grade. Today was like a dream come true. Now I’m lying next to the best lover I’ve ever had. That’s why you.”

The boy knew all the right things to say. I looked up at the clock on Shane’s dresser.

“Shit! You have to get me home!”

We didn’t say much as we put our clothes back on. Semen poured out of my well-fucked vagina, but I let my shorts soak it up.

As we settled into his car, Shane leaned over and gave me another breathtaking kiss.

“That’s the goodbye kiss I can’t give you in front of your house. Call me.”

I made it into the house and had leftovers warmed and waiting for my husband when he arrived home, greasy and sweaty.

I heard the front door shut while I was in the shower, washing away all evidence of my

tryst, but not my lingering desire, and definitely not my confusion.

“How was the party?”

“Lot’s of dumb kids. But the pot was good.”

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Stay tuned for part 2

Dirty sex is definitely the best sex.

And where we had it was anybody’s guess; at home when we had the house to ourselves, in my car, even back at Ritter’s barn, where it all began.Â

We were insatiable for each other.

Mom competed in a fitness contest in a neighboring state, and when Dad indicated that he didn’t want to go, I gladly volunteered to be her assistant.

We spent an entire weekend acting as a couple, and the after party was especially memorable since Mom placed third in her division.

It wasn’t just the sex either. I started calling Mom by her first name, Beth, when we were together. She had someone that appreciated what she did and supported her in her fitness contests. We would travel to neighboring towns to avoid detection and held hands like other couples did.Â

The hardest part was trying to maintain the normalcy at home. We would invent things to argue over just so it would look like a Mother/Son argument. Then, when all suspicions were erased, we’d have a quickie in the garage while Mom was doing laundry or a fast blowjob when she helped me take out the garbage.

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I worked for my Dad two to three days a week learning the business. Sometimes I worked with the men doing the construction, and sometimes I would work in the office learning the administrative side of things. I began to see my Dad in a different light after Mom and I became lovers.Â

He looked tired, worried too much about the business, and badgered the men too hard and worked too much.

One day while I was working in the office, Dad left to do a site plane on a new development. I was in the office doing some ordering when I heard a voice from the door way.

“Where’s your father?”

I looked up to see my beautiful mother, wearing a light blue sun dress and holding a picnic basket standing in the doorway.

“Hey Mom!”Â

I had to keep up the pretenses in the presence of our secretary.

“He’s doing a site plan. Should be back in a couple of hours.”

“Shoot! I brought some food for my two men.”

“I’ll have seconds.” I said, as I rose form my desk and walked over to give her a hug.

I released her from my embrace and poked my head out into the outer office where our secretary sat.

“Daphne, you can take lunch now. Come back at 1:30.”

“Thanks Jeff. See you in a couple.”

As Daphne drove off, I turned from the window that I had been looking out of and went to my mother.

“Hey Baby, I just lost my appetite.”

I pulled her to me and our mouths met as they always did; hungry for each other’s.

“God I hate being away from you.” She mumbled as she undid the button to my jeans.

I pawed at the spaghetti straps of her dress with one hand in an effort to free her tits for my mouth. My other hand snaked up under her skirt to begin the task of removing her panties. My lust for her was almost carnivorous.

“Sorry for the absence Beth.” I panted between kisses. “Can I make it up to you?”

“Make love to me, make love to me, and make love to ME SOME MORE!”

My jeans and boxers were down to my ankles in a nano second and she had my tee shirt pulled up and over my head so fast, I don’t remember taking my mouth off of hers.

She started stroking my already hardened cock and before I could say please, she was on her knees with my dick in her mouth.

It’s difficult to describe what my mother is able to do with her mouth, but her mouth and tongue seem to work independently from one another. Her fingers gently caress my balls as if coaxing the contents out of them. The goal is to keep from coming the second she starts, because her ability to get me off is a guarantee.

Within minutes, I was blasting a load of cream down her throat, which she hungrily gulped down, moaning, her new craving satisfied. Â

I pulled her up and pushed her onto the desk behind her. I knelt down between her legs. She placed them over my shoulders and pulled my head into her crotch.Â

No problem, I was headed that way anyway.

I ground my mouth down onto her sexy hairless snatch as she let out a moan that was loud enough to wake the dead.Â

It didn’t matter since no one was around to hear us.

I lashed at her pussy and dragged my tongue up from her asshole to her clit and back again. I was in heaven.

“I love eating your pussy Baby!” I slurped out the words like a china man eating noodles.

“No one makes me feel like you do Jeff! Nooo oonnnee! I can’t stop cummiiinnnnggg!!! Â

I didn’t waste anytime after her orgasm started as I quickly stood up, grabbed my aching cock and pressed into her soaking vagina.

“Yyyyeeesssssssss!” she hissed at me.

She yelped in surprise as I picked her up, supporting her weight with my hands under her brick hard ass cheeks. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist as I penguin walked, my jeans still around my ankles, over to a huge leather couch we had in the office. We couldn’t stop kissing each other.Â

I fell back onto it in a sitting position with Mom on top of me. She unwrapped her legs and placed them behind her, straddling me in a kneeling position.

“I am gonna ride you cowboy until there is no more come left in you!” she whispered in my ear.

We kept our eyes fixed on each other’s the entire time as Mom slowly pistoned herself on top of me. I cupped her ass to help her and lowered my head to take first one, then the other of her nipples into my mouth. I could feel every pleasurable inch of Mom’s vaginal walls traveling along my dick.

Gradually, the tempo increased. And with it, our breathing became faster and our moans became louder.

“I want….! Allll of ittttttt!”

All,   of,  what?Â

She was gritting her teeth as she concentrated on my eyes.

“ALL!”

“OF!”

“YOUR!”

“CUM!”
“IN MEEEEEEEE Ohhhhhhh Shitttt!!!!

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She tensed at the top of her stroke and then slammed down onto my cock.

I had gone cross-eyed trying to hold it in as long as I could, and I let loose with both barrels, pumping her full of my seed.

“YES BABEEEE YES!!!” she moaned, as she held on to my neck like it was a life preserver.

As my own orgasm faded away, we sat there for a moment just holding each other.

Suddenly, I could make out what sounded like sobbing coming from my mother. I pulled her head away from me to look into her eyes. Sure enough, she was crying.

“What’s wrong Beth?”

“First, I’ve fallen in love with you, my own son,” she sniffed. And now I’m carrying his child.”

She was looking at me as she said that, I think gauging my reaction.

“Are you kidding me?”

“I’ve been waking up nauseous the last week. So this morning I used a pregnancy test and it was positive.”

I was speechless. Part of me was ecstatic about the fact I had made the woman of my dreams pregnant. As much as my mother had fallen in love with me, I too had fallen deeply in love with her. On the other hand, I was sure Dad would kill us both when he found out.

“Wow! I just assumed you were on birth control Mom. Dad’s gonna kill us!”

“Your father and I have been having problems for months. We both decided that having another child might help our marriage. I quit using protection before you and I started our affair.”

“So Dad will think the baby is his then. What’s the problem?” I pulled her to me in a loving kiss, letting her know I was happy with the news.

Mom let out a long sigh. “The problem is, I haven’t had sex with your father in weeks. He’s having some problems in that area.”

“You better figure out a way to have sex with him then,” I said. “Viagra or something!”

“I don’t want to have sex with anyone but you Jeff. Doesn’t it upset you that I have to have sex with another man?”

“We’re not in the most usual of relationships Mom.” I said flatly. “Of course I’m upset. I don’t ever want another man to touch you but me, but we don’t have a choice.”

As we sat there still coupled, the office phone rang. In one move, I swiveled Mom off of me onto the couch, stood up, shuffled over to the desk and answered the phone.

I listened to the other end as I stared at my beautiful mother sitting on the couch. A wave of fear overwhelmed me.

“My mom is here now. We’ll be there in ten minutes.”

I hung up the phone and reached down to pull up my pants.

“That was the worksite. Dad passed out and called an ambulance to take him to the hospital.”

Mom’s face went white. “Oh my God!”

We quickly cleaned up and made it to the emergency room in less than 10 minutes.

After we checked in, a nurse came out of the ER and escorted us to a private waiting room, telling us a doctor would be with us shortly.

Both of us were silent; both from shock and guilt. Before we had a chance to talk, the doctor walked into the room. Mom was sitting on a couch and I was standing.

He looked at Mom. “Missus Brooks?”

“Yes. And this is Jeff, our son.”

I’m Doctor Buck. Your husband Roger has had an MI, a heart attack.”

Mom bit her lip in anguish. I walked over to her and placed my hand on her shoulder.

The doctor proceeded to tell us that Dad had suffered a massive heart attack and was currently on life support. He was unable to breathe on his own and his heart was severely damaged.

We stayed in the hospital as Dad was transferred to ICU. Two days later he suffered a stroke and died.

Writing this story can’t begin to tell the reader the amount of guilt both my mother and I had, even though prior to his death, we both wanted to be with each other.

Mom was inconsolable at the funeral, and we barely spoke to each other for several days afterwards.

Then, one night, I awoke to the sensation of a wet mouth hungrily sucking on my growing cock. Looking down, I recognized the flaxen hair of my beautiful mother and reached down to run my fingers through it.

Realizing I was awake, she stopped her ministrations and looked up at me.Â

“I need you Jeff! I need you to be my man!”

I pulled her up to me and we embraced in a long, slow, passionate kiss.

“How long do you want me to be your man?”

“Forever.”

We spent the rest of that night making love to each other, and making plans for our future.

I took over the business and ran it better than my Dad ever did.

My sister moved to California and became quite open with her sexual preferences.

Mom gave birth to a handsome son, our son. Nobody thought it odd that I continued to live at home, since I was now head of the household and my “brother” needed a father figure.

We ended up selling the business and I started a new company in another state. My mother and I married and produced another son. Years later, we are still happily married, and the sex is as fantastic as the first time.  Â

Mom and I jumped in my ’68 Ventura station wagon that I had tricked out, and took off.  We live out in the boonies a little bit and the home center was a good 20 miles away.  As we traveled down the highway, we noticed that storm clouds were building off on the horizon and Mom remarked that she hoped we could beat the storm.

I have to back up a bit and describe my family here.  My Dad is a big lumberjack of a man.  He was a lineman in college and met my mother who was a track athlete.  Mom is 5’7” and built like a brick shithouse.  She has light brown hair and green eyes with a knockout smile.  She had some breastwork done and she competes in fitness competitions even at the age of 37.  She has about two ounces of body fat.  My sister and I are both tall and athletic and neither of us has ever had problems attracting the opposite sex.

Back to the story.   We made good time to the home center and picked up the trailer that was already loaded and ready to go.  Dad is a big contractor in town and the home center gives him lots of perks.  Every guy that walked by took a double take at my mom as she stood at the counter paying for the load.  She was wearing denim cutoffs and a tank top and I just shook my head at the guys as they stared, letting them know I was irritated.   I never looked at my mom sexually.  I knew she was hot, but she was my mom. 

We pulled out of the parking lot and headed for home, not thinking to cover the load we were hauling, and by this time the skies were really turning black.   Mom called ahead to tell Dad about the weather, and he let her know in no uncertain terms that he didn’t want any of the bags of concrete ruined.  I stepped on the gas as we headed out of town.

As the first few drops of rain hit the windshield I told Mom that we needed to find someplace to duck out of the rain until it passed over.  A mile further down the road I turned down a dirt road and headed into an apple grove.

“This is the Ritter’s property.  Where are we going?” my mom asked. 

“There is an old barn where we can pull the trailer into.” I told her.

“I don’t even want to know how you know about this place,” she laughed.

 

The rain was falling pretty steady when I pulled up to a gate in the grove.  “Mom, get out and open the gate and then shut it after I pull through.”

“I guess this means I’m getting wet.”

“We both will be soon enough.” I answered.

I pulled through the gate and waited for mom to shut it and climb back into the car.  She was soaked.  “Shit! We gotta hustle.” I groaned, and drove down a little path that led to a small barn.  We both jumped out and opened the bay doors to the building.  I was drenched in 30 seconds.  There was a tractor parked right in the middle of the barn, which made it necessary for me to back the trailer into the barn.  This left the front of the station wagon sticking out into the rain, but at least the trailer was out of the weather.  I jumped out of the car and ran into the barn where Mom was examining the contents of the trailer.

“We might lose the top two bags of concrete.” She said.  “Everything else looks okay.”

I looked out at the rain, which by now was coming down in sheets.  This was going to be one of those 3 or 4 hour storms.  Mom called Dad and told him where we were.  I could hear him yelling as she hung up the phone and walked over to me.  She looked out at the weather.

“Stranded.”

“It appears so.”

“Good in a way.  Your father is pissed.  We should have covered the load according to him.  He’ll be cooled off by the time we get home.”

The storm had dropped the temperature and the wind had kicked up.  I looked over at Mom and noticed that she was shivering.  I couldn’t help but notice her hardened nipples sticking out through her sheer bra and tank top.

“Your headlights are on.” I joked.

“Easy fresh guy, I’m freezing to death.  I wish I had worn a work shirt.”

I moved around behind her and put my arms around her.  My arms were crossed just below her breasts and I pulled her back against me in an effort to shield her as best I could.  

“This should help a little.” I said.

“Such a gentleman I raised.  That helps a bunch.  Thanks honey.”

She crossed her arms over mine and we leaned against the side of the car watching the rain come down.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that before I became aware of the warmth of my mother’s body against me.  I also became aware of her ass pressed against my crotch and the feel of her breasts against my arms.   It all kind of happened at the same time.  My chin rested against the top of her ear, and I suddenly began to notice the smell of her body.  I felt my cock begin to stiffen a little, and I shifted around a bit to get my crotch away from her ass.  This also caused me to move my head to the other side of hers.

Mom was oblivious and snuggled back into me again.

“Quit moving honey, I’m just warming up.”

I tried to think about anything and everything to keep my mind off my growing cock, but it was not much help.  The heat of her body and the musk of her smell were making me crazy.

After a few minutes of silence, Mom let out a sigh and shifted ever so slightly against me.  Maybe it was my imagination playing tricks on my lust filled mind, but it seemed as if the pressure of her ass against me increased ever so slightly.  She shifted again a few minutes later and her hips moved just a fraction across my groin.  Every minute or so, she would shift weight on her feet and rub her ass against my now rock-hard dick.  This shifting, intentional or otherwise, went on for several minutes.

My lips were so close to my mom’s ear that it was all I could do to not start nibbling on it.  Mom shifted again, and at the same time I noticed that her breathing had changed.  It was a little faster and deeper.

I was about to pull away when she pulled my arms up closer under her breasts and squeezed them against her.

“This feels nice.” She said huskily.  “It’s been a long time since I had a pair of strong arms around me.  Don’t let go.”

“How long you need me to keep you warm Mom?”  My lips brushed against her ear as I spoke into it.

“At least until the rain stops,” she sighed and her head dropped back against my chest.  She was deliberate this time as she rubbed her ass against my painfully hard cock.

There were no more pretenses on my part either, as I started to nibble on her ear and whispered back.  “Let’s hope it rains a while.”

She groaned as I moved my hands up to massage her beautiful firm breasts from behind.

“God honey, what are you doing to me?”

I took my mouth off of her neck, where I had been raking it with my teeth; long enough to reply back to her. 

“Keeping you warm.”

I was really working her over with my mouth as I nibbled and licked her neck, shoulder and ear.  I had moved one of my hands up under her tank top and was squeezing her tits through her bra.

“Noooooo!”

She reached for my other hand, which I was working down to the crotch of her shorts.  She was strong, but her resolve was fading quickly.  Even as she strained to keep my hand away from her holiest of holies, she continued to rub her ass against me.  She couldn’t stop me from grabbing her crotch and pulling her back against me as I ground my hard-on into her ass.

“Oh shit, baby, please, we shouldn’t, God, you feel so good!”

Mom was mumbling and had placed her hands against my legs.  Suddenly, I spun her around and grabbing the back of her head with one hand and her ass with the other, I pulled her into me for a long, violent, kiss.  There was no hesitation on her part and our mouths mashed against each other so hard I tasted blood.  I wasn’t sure whose it was, but I didn’t really care.

Mom pushed away from me and looked up into my eyes.  The look in hers was something I had never seen before, not even in the girls I had fucked in the past.  It was like one of those nature shows where the lion is looking at the antelope.

“I want you son!  I want you so bad.  I need you so bad”

“Wait here.” I stepped out into the rain and opened up the back door to the station wagon.  I reached behind the seat and grabbed a blanket that I kept there.   My mom wouldn’t be the first girl I had fucked in this barn.

I stepped back into the barn and grabbed Mom’s hand.  I led her past the tractor to what used to be a horse stall.  It had a couple of crates in it, but the floor was carpeted with an ample amount of hay.  It was pretty fresh, because I had put it there just a couple of weeks earlier.  I spread the blanket out and turned towards my mother, who, up to this time, hadn’t said a word.

I pulled her to me in a long soft embrace.  “I want you too.” I said.  “I want you to feel how much I want you.”

I peeled my shirt off and threw it to the side, and with our eyes locked on each other’s, I took her shirt and bra off.  I stared at her gorgeous tits for about one second before I lowered my mouth over her left nipple and began to work it with my tongue.

Mom melted into my arms.  “OH GOD! BABY, Ooooooh Goddddd!”

I felt my mom’s hand move down to my crotch and she began to squeeze my cock through my shorts.  She was moaning almost non-stop as she worked her hand past the elastic band of my shorts and boxers.  When her hand came in contact with my cock I almost came right then.

“Holy Shit Honey, you’re thick!” she moaned.  “Did you stick a tree in here?”

My cock wasn’t the longest in the world, only about 7 inches or so.  But it was thick.  The guys on my football team called me a fire hydrant when I first started showering after practices.  Now my sexy mother’s hand was doing its best to wrap around it.

I switched sides and began sucking on her other tit as I worked at unbuttoning and unzipping moms cutoffs.  The harder I bit her nipples the harder she jacked my dick.

I got down on my knees and using both hands worked her shorts down and off her hips.  I then eased them down her legs and she obligingly stepped out of them.

I was now staring face to face with her flat tummy and beautifully shaved snatch.

“God you’re hot!  You’re so fucking sexy!  I’m gonna fuck you for days!”

I stood back up and it was her turn to pull my shorts off.  She slid down my legs and rubbed her face into my crotch.

“I wish we weren’t so dirty, baby.  I want to feel you in my mouth so bad.”  She yanked my shorts down and my dick popped out and hit her in the face.

I was so turned on staring down at my mother.  Her body was perfect, flawless.  Every guy in the gym wanted to fuck my mom, and now here I was getting ready to do what so many men fantasized about.  She was working my cock with both of her hands and staring up at me.

“Fuck me baby.  Come down here and make love to me.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice.  I knelt down next to her and pulled her to me again in another long deep kiss.  Just kissing her was making me crazy.  She sucked on my lips and bit them.  Her tongue did things inside my mouth that no one had ever done before.  I pushed her back on to the blanket and lay on top of her.  I stuck my hand down into her snatch and slowly rubbed her clit with my finger.  She was so wet she was dripping and she bucked up against my hand.

“Fuck me honey, please, just fuck me! I can’t take it anymore.  God I want you!”

I positioned myself between her spread legs and brought my cock up against her cunt.  I placed the tip of it inside her and began to slowly shove it in.  

“Ooohhhhhh Fucckkk mmeeee!” she cried out.  “You’re gonna’ split me in twooooo!”

I had my cock about halfway into her and it was all I could do to keep from shooting my load. “God Mom, you’re tight!”  I pulled my dick out a little and slowly sank it back into her.   “Unnghh, God, oh shiittt! “You’re gonna kill me with.., that.., thing.., but don’t stoppppleasedon’t stoppp!”

I pulled out again, and with one final shove buried my cock all the way into my mother’s hot cunt.   She let out a squeal and her eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head.  I think she was having an orgasm.  Her mouth stayed open but nothing came out.  I lowered my mouth over hers and just lashed away at the inside of her mouth with my tongue.

I raised myself up on my elbows and looked down at her.  “You okay Mom?”

She pulled me back down to her and began nibbling on my earlobe.  “You have the fattest cock I’ve ever felt son, she moaned. Go slow, and make love to me until the rain stops.”

We started out slow.  I slowly thrust in and out of her, gyrating my hips as I did.  Mom arched her back and thrust up against me.  Her nails dug into my back.  I lowered my head and took first one and then the other of her tits into my mouth.  We were sweaty and sticky as we rolled around on the blanket.  We couldn’t get enough of each other’s kisses.  The pace began to quicken and it wasn’t long before I was pounding my stiff rod in and out of Mom’s quim.  She was practically screaming as I slammed away.  She was arching her back so high the only thing touching the blanket was her shoulders and the heels of her feet.

I couldn’t take any more though and I felt that familiar burning sensation in my balls start to build.  

“I’m gonna come Mom!”  Oh shit baby, I’m gonna come!”

Mom grabbed hold of my ass and pulled me against her as I fired my load deep inside her.  I couldn’t believe how much was coming out of me as I kept shooting jet after jet into her.

“That’s it baby, fill your momma up.”  Oh God it’s so hot in me!”

We both finally came to a stop and I slumped down on top of her. I kissed her again, this time softer.  “This is unbelievable, I can’t believe we just did this,” I said.

“It’s my fault dear.  I’m you mother.  I should have stopped this.  God, what have we done?  What have I done?”

In less than an hour, I had gone from just having a foxy mother to being a mother-fucker.  The guilt Mom was feeling wasn’t echoed by me.  I was still inside her and as I looked down at her sweaty, dirty face, I knew I had to have her again.

“No one needs to ever find out Mom.  It just happened.  It doesn’t change the way I feel about you, in fact, if anything, it has made my love for you stronger.”

I started nibbling on her chin and licking her lips.  I could feel my cock growing inside her.

“But it’s wrong Jeff!  So wrong!  We can’t.”

She started to kiss me back and my cock continued to stiffen.

“We shouldn’t,” she moaned.   “Oh God baby, you feel so good in me!”

Suddenly, with more strength than I expected, she flipped me over on to my back and stood up.  She held out her hand. 

“Come with me.”

She led me out of the barn into the rain.  It was cold but my lust was so strong it could have been snowing for all I cared.  Mom sat down on the long hood of the car and pulled me to her in a long passionate embrace.

“I guess I do need this,” she panted as we broke our kiss.  “I’ve been a little neglected at home.  Your father barely touches me.  I’ve always wanted to make love in the rain Jeff.

Please make love to me?”

Mom wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her.  She lay back on the hood of the car and with me supporting her legs with my hands as I pounded my cock into her again and again.

“You won’t be neglected at home anymore Mom,” I panted.  “I’ll make love to you every day.”

“Ohhhhhhhmyyyyessssweeeetbaaabeeee!  Don’t ever stop fuckeeeeeeng meeeeee!”  Mom quivered in a shattering orgasm as she came all over my cock.

After a few minutes in this position, Mom slid off the car and turned around.  She bent over the hood of the car and I fucked her from behind as the rain fell on us and rinsed us clean.

I exploded again inside my sexy mother’s pussy filling her up with more come than I had ever done before in a single orgasm.

By this time, the rain had started to let up.  We went back into the barn and dried off with the blanket.  We put our damp clothes back on and started out for home.

Neither of us said anything as we drove home, each lost in our own thoughts.  But as we pulled into the driveway, Mom reached over and gave my hand a squeeze.  Dad came out of the house with a scowl on his face and inspected the rain damage to the trailer contents.  He started to mumble about the bags of cement that were ruined, but Mom cut him off.

She looked at me and asked for my wallet.  Curious, I pulled it out of my pocket and handed it to her.  She opened it and pulled a five dollar bill out and handed it to my Dad.

“You’re son and I are wet, tired, and hungry.  This should pay for the losses.  Now, I’m going inside to take a bath.  Anything else you want to complain about?”

With that, she turned and walked into the house.  Dad looked at me, but didn’t say a word.

I started to unhook the trailer and told him I’d cover it up.  He shrugged his shoulders and followed Mom into the house.

While I was in the shower cleaning up before dinner, I couldn’t stop thinking about what Mom and I had done that afternoon.  My dick hardened at the thought of fucking Mom again but I refrained from jacking-off and quickly finished my shower.

During dinner, Mom was quiet and barely made eye contact with me, but thankfully nobody seemed to notice because Dad grumbled about the weather screwing up his plans the entire time.

 

The next morning, Monday, I woke up at about 9 a.m.  I got up to relieve myself and then went back to my bed.  I didn’t have classes on Monday, so my day consisted of going to the gym, studying and doing my chores in the yard.  

Dad had already left for work and my sister was in class all day.

There was a knock on my door and my mom asked if she could come in.  She entered my room, wearing a full-length bathrobe, pulled a chair up next to my bed and sat down facing me.

“Are you okay?” I asked.  “You didn’t say a peep last night at dinner.”

“I’m fine.  I was just a little confused out about what happened yesterday.  I feel a little guilty.”

“Me too.” I said.  “I guess we kinda got caught up in the moment huh?  Now that it happened, I’m trying to sort some things out in my head.”

“Like what?” she asked.

“Put aside for a moment that you are my mother and what we did is incest.  That’s the worst of it!  I also had sex with a married woman, an older woman, and it was sex with the sexiest, most passionate woman I have ever been with!”

Mom blushed a little at my last comment and shifted in her chair.  “You’re my son Jeff.  I can’t, we shouldn’t, can’t do this.” 

It was apparent that Mom was struggling with her morals.  I wanted to grab her and hold her and comfort her right then.

“I am also a married woman, like you said, and even if my marriage isn’t the best, I have to honor it.”

“But you did enjoy it didn’t you?” I inquired.

“Oh baby, of course I did.  But I am your mother.  We are going to have to get past this and just leave it as a beautiful memory.”

“Seems to me that I was looking at this a little different than you Mom.”

“How’s that Baby?”

I’m a man in this house too.  I’ve loved you since birth and if your husband isn’t taking care of you than I can, - will!”

“You’re going to make this complicated aren’t you Jeff?”  She stood up and started to walk towards the door.  As she reached the door, I answered back to her.

“I’m just planning on making you a better offer than what you have now.  And deep down you want that offer”

She stood at the door her back to me and one hand on the doorknob.  After a minute she said without turning, “You want to go to the gym with me today?”

Nice change of subject.

“Sure Mom.  Give me a few minutes to get ready.”

Mom turned to face me and the last thing I expected to happen did.  She walked towards my bed and at the same time loosened the belt on her robe.

“Let’s get our cardio out of the way before we go.”  She shed her robe, letting it fall to the floor and climbed on top of me.