("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
`6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`)
(_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-'
_..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
(((' (((-((('' ((((
K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
_________________________________________
WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit
material. If you do not wish to read this
type of literature, or you are under age,
PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
_________________________________________
Scroll down to view text
--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your
consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------
A Mother's Dilemma - 2
by Solrac (fast_sol@yahoo.com)
***
Can a Mother's love become more? Would jealousy drive
her closer? (F/m-teen, reluc, inc)
***
Chris, still in a sexual daze, left his room and walked
tentatively down the hallway at his mom's call. As he
reached her door he braced himself for what was coming.
He knew he had gone way too far, but he had been right.
She had wanted it. She had really wanted it. He turned
and stepped into her room.
"Chris... Chris, come he... no, I... uh, Chris I... I
just wanted to tell you goodnight honey. Don't be
upset. Don't think I'm angry, I mean, I am but it's not
just your doing. I'm upset that I let things get so
completely out of hand. Everything just... just got out
of control. We'll get past this and we'll talk.
Tomorrow morning we'll have a nice breakfast together
and everything will be fine. We'll make everything
fine. We can't let this come between us."
In an attempt to lessen the tension she forced a smile,
"And I'll put the laundry in the chute tomorrow, ok?
Chris? Promise?"
Chris mumbled a little shamefaced, "Yeah, I guess so."
"Goodnight Chris."
"Goodnight mom."
"Hey, uh... mom."
"Yes?"
"I... uh... never mind, nothing."
"Chris, it's ok. I'll be ok. We'll be ok. It just,
happened."
Karen lay back pulling her sheet tightly to her chin,
her insides shaking. She closed her eyes, trembling at
how close she had come to asking him to lie down with
her. She wanted to be held, needed to be held so much,
missed the feel of a man's strength enclosing her, the
smell of his skin, his hands holding her breasts. She
just had so little time for relationships. The men at
her office were such jerks and most of them her
subordinate.
She turned gazing at the luminous LED of her clock and
once again felt the hard length of Chris in her hand,
the warm smooth skin. Eyes closed, her fingertips
lightly touched as her hand again caressed... her lips
softly pulled apart as she felt the warm wetness splash
against them and fall to her breast. The tip of her
tongue touched her bottom lip as her teeth lightly bit,
her hunger aching, scolding her that she had not pushed
her lips over him...
With a soft cry of despair she turned to her back.
Somehow, she had to control him, control herself. Could
she deny him and keep their closeness. She mustn't lose
him, yet, if he continued to push her what could she
do. Could she play this game just a little, and yet
keep him at some arm's length?
She got out of bed and walked to her son's room pushing
the door open peering into the darkness. She walked to
the edge of his bed.
"Chris."
"Yeah mom."
"Chris, will you hold me. Just hold me for a little
while if I lie down?"
"Sure mom."
"I just want you to hold me, that's all. Just for a
little while, please Chris?" she quietly asked laying
down and turning her back to him.
Chris put his arm around her pulling her close, yet
trying to keep his hand from her breast. He felt
himself stirring and lengthening against her. Karen
tensed and Chris began to pull away.
"No, it's ok Chris, I understand. It doesn't bother me,
just hold me and I'll get up in a minute."
Karen's eyes fluttered, opening in some confusion then
remembering where she was. Chris' hand was holding her
breast, his hips and legs were folded tightly against
her. She could feel the outline of him pressed to her.
He was asleep. Pulling his hand tightly to her, her
hips instinctively pressed against him. She could
barely remember when she had felt so warm, comfortable.
Pushing herself away Karen got up and silently went
back to her room.
"Good morning Chris. Here baby, sit down. I have your
breakfast ready. I think after we eat and I clean up
the kitchen I'll run down and have the car washed. I
won't have a minute to do it next week."
They ate quietly with a nervousness and hesitant
smiles.
"I have to run to the office for a couple hours after I
have the car cleaned. Then I'm meeting Jane for lunch
and we're going shopping at the outlet mall out on the
edge of town. I may be late. Is there anything you want
me to pick up for you?"
"Uh... no. Hey, mom, look, I'm sorry, last night I
didn't mean... I just.. I don't know."
Karen's heart ached at the misery on her son's face,
his eyes filling with tears. Reaching across the table
she lay her hand over his.
"No Chris, stop. It's ok. We're ok. It, it just
happened. I'm still your Mother and you're still my son
and I love you so very very much. I don't want us to be
sorry for what happened, but, we can't keep up with
this tension between us. I can't think, I can't work. I
never know what you're going to do. I don't know, but
we'll work it out."
She got up moving around the table to hold his head
against her breast and kissed him on the forehead.
"Now lets just try to forget it for now, ok? So tell
me, what are your plans for today?"
"I don't know mom, mess around the house some. Maybe
catch a ride or walk down to the Garden Center and see
what I'm going to be doing. I'm going to start as soon
as schools out."
"Well, before you leave be an angel. While I'm cleaning
up here get the dirty clothes out of your room and
start the wash, ok?"
"Yeah, sure mom."
He heard the door swing closed and the car start as his
mom backed out of the drive. Chris closed his eyes and
felt the fullness of her breasts against his cheek when
she hugged him at the table. He had watched the soft
curves of her ass stretch her skirt as she turned and
walked across the kitchen. An instant stirring forced
him to shake off the thought. A long walk to the Garden
Center would pass some time and expend some of the pent
up energy he felt.
Chris found where he would punch the clock and what his
starting duties were to be. Some of the people that
worked there knew Chris and his Mother and they were
glad he would be joining them for the summer.
The woman showing him around pointed out the huge array
of flowers they had in stock. It seemed every time she
leaned to point at something she brushed her almost
matronly large breasts against his arm.
"This is a perfect place to work Chris. You're right
here where you don't have any excuse not to pick up
some flowers for your girlfriend. You do have a
girlfriend don't you?"
"Uh, yeah, yeah I guess I do, kind of."
"Well here, take this vase of spring mix. It's marked
down and she will love them. Don't you know we women
love flowers. You men are so... well anyway tell the
cashier I said to give you the employee discount and
the sale price because your going to be working here."
"Thanks Mrs. Sovell."
"Oh don't worry about it, and Chris honey, don't call
me Mrs. Sovell. Please, call me Joan."
The cute girl at the register looked him over and asked
who the flowers were for. Chris stammered out that they
were for his Mom. With a little brighter smile she told
him how sweet he was to get them for his Mother and
that she was really happy that he would be working with
them this summer. Chris blushed and mumbled a quick
thanks.
He caught a ride home with a customer he knew. Setting
the vase on the kitchen table Chris went to his room
and changed into a pair of gym shorts. His mom's
exercise bike and a weight bench were in the spare room
and he flipped on the radio as he lay back on the bench
to work out a little.
"Karen... Karen, wake up!" Jane called out as Karen
stood staring into the store window. "Where are you
today? Or for that matter for the last week. Is
everything all right at home? At work? You just seem
really out of sorts. Come on, lets go sit for a
minute."
"I'll get us some coffee and you tell me what's going
on."
"I don't know Jane. It's just that some days, most
days, I think Chris is about to make me crazy. He's too
old for the teenage years but he grew up a lot slower
than his class for some reason and he really missed all
that, which was wonderful for me at the time. It just
seems like he's deep into them now and one minute I
think I want to strangle him and the next I want to
love him to pieces."
Looking over the edge of her styrofoam cup Jane asked,
"Ok, so whats he doing?"
"I think it's his hormones raging. I swear Jane I think
he's just a walking hard-on."
Jane shrieked with laughter. "Oh my God Karen. Is that
all? Are you kidding? Then find him a girlfriend. My
God he's so hot. Have you ever really looked at him? I
can't believe the girls aren't calling him day and
night. He looks like a Greek God. On second thought,
just send him over to my house. I'll work off those
hormones for you."
"Now how are you going to do that?"
"I'm going to fuck him all day long."
"JANE! Oh God Jane don't you say such a thing. You
wouldn't!"
"Oh wouldn't I? I would fuck the boy silly, and while I
was at it I would teach him how to treat a woman.
"Hush Jane, someone will hear you."
"Well, there are things he needs to know. Things a
Mother can't teach, or maybe not anyway. Well, Karen, I
would. An older woman would do well to show a young man
how to treat a girlfriend or wife. Some night during
her moment of bliss, his lovely wife will thank me.
And, while I'm teaching... it would be nice to have
some of that delicious young manhood sending little
shivers and quivers of delight all over me."
"JANE, that's my son we're talking about. Now stop."
"He's working at the Garden Center this summer isn't
he?"
"Yeah, he starts the week after next I think."
"I know a couple of the girls that are working there.
Those wild hormones will be taken care of soon enough
Karen."
"Jane, I don't want him in any kind of trouble with
some young girl. He has college, an education to worry
about. He just wants a job and that would be a
wonderful place for him to work."
"Karen, I didn't say anything about young girls."
"JANE, God you're impossible. I don't want my son
messing around with any of those females down there,
young or old. He has a future to look out for."
"Mmmmmmm well, I do have a few things he could do at my
house. Like... me?"
"That's enough. You've got me a nervous wreck now. I
won't be able to trust you around him, or those little
summer bitches at the Center. I have to get home. I
haven't anything laid out for supper and now you about
have me sick with worry."
Jane laughed as she got up kissing Karen on the cheek,
"Well, all right dear. Maybe I'll give him a ride home
from work some day."
Grabbing her purse and laughing with her as they parted
Karen warned, "You stay away from my son. If anyone is
going to corrupt him I will."
In shock, Karen suddenly realized what she had said as
she walked down the concourse towards the exit. "Oh my
God, I can't believe I said that. Surely Jane didn't
hear, or make anything of it," she thought.
As she drove home she bemoaned the thought of the girls
working at the Center as well as Jane. In a moment of
thought, seriously, would she rather it be one of those
girls or someone like Jane? At least an older woman
wouldn't be trouble. And Jane was right about most men
being such louts when it came to knowing what a woman
needed and wanted.
Chris groaned as he pushed up the barbell one more time
and rested it on the supports. He lay there waiting for
his arms to relax. His thoughts soon turned to the girl
working the register at the Garden Center. She was
really hot but the image of Mrs. Sovell, Joan, soon
replaced her. She wasn't too much older than his mom.
He could still see the soft curve of her breast as it
disappeared at the white edge of her bra. Her full
breasts strained against the material of her blouse as
she twisted, turned and bent over showing him the
garden stock. She had the soft full rounded hips of an
older woman and yet still promised a nice figure hidden
beneath her clothes.
A stirring beneath his gym shorts, slowly reached
uncomfortably down his thigh. Chris reached down
pushing his shorts below his hips and wrapped his hand
around the growing member. Eyes closed, his hand began
moving up and down the rigid length as his thoughts
returned to Mrs Sovell... Joan.
Karen stood in the kitchen, her eyes misted in tears
looking at the flowers Chris had brought home for her.
They were so beautiful. Her heart was melting at his
thoughtfulness. He could be such an angel when he
wanted to be. She heard the radio from the spare room
and walked down the hall to hug him and thank him for
being so sweet.
Staring in shock, and then captivated, Karen stood
quietly at the doorway watching her son move his hand
up and down the hard swollen shaft. Closing her eyes,
she couldn't remember, perhaps it was the way he was
laying, that made it look like... he looked so big...
As she watched agape unbidden thoughts tugged at her.
Who was he thinking of? Was he thinking of one of those
girls? Of Jane? No, God no she was being silly, not
Jane, yet she could not stop gazing at his movements
and wondering with the slightest tinge of... jealousy?
Chris suddenly opened his eyes and looked toward the
door. "Oh Jeez mom, I'm sorry. I swear I didn't know
you were home. Mom I'm sorry," as he began to sit up.
Grasping her courage before she fled, Karen walked
quickly across the carpet with the corner of her lip
turned up in a slight smirk.
"What Chris? You think you know how to do that better
than me? Better than a woman?" Kneeling down next to
the bench she pushed her hair back and smugly quipped,
"This is only yours to carry around. It actually
belongs to women, or someday your wife. So, I'll show
you how you should really do it."
Her small hand slipped around the base of the swollen
shaft. Slowly Karen began moving her hand up and down
the length of him. She reached with the palm of her
other hand and lightly circled the rounded tip
spreading the little droplets that her grasp was
coaxing from him. Fingertips lightly caressed the
underside of the velvet curve as her hand continued its
slow rhythm.
Reaching lower her hand carefully held his balls,
lightly squeezing each time her hand stroked downward.
Over and over her hand slowly slid up and down his
cock. Her long nails softly scratched the wrinkled skin
below as they moved upwards toward the base and finally
pushed her other hand higher on the rigid warmth.
Both hands now encircled him and began to move quicker
pumping up and down. Karen slid them together, the
fingertips and the heels of her palms touching as she
now held his throbbing cock between them slightly
rocking back and forth as they caressed up and down the
hard length. Her heart pounding Karen gave a soft cry
at the sight between her hands. The swollen reddish
tip, the veins slipping down the length disappearing
beneath her hands, skin pulling tight as she moved her
hands downward and the little beads of slipperiness as
she slid upwards. She closed her eyes and leaned
forward pressing the warm tip against her cheek as her
hands continued to slide up and down.
Chris couldn't believe what his mom was doing. The
incredible feeling of her hands. He knew he couldn't
wait much longer, felt the tightening, his muscles
tensing, fingertips digging into the bench. He had
watched his mom, her lips lightly parted as she stared
entranced, heard her quiet wail of need as she pressed
his cock to her cheek.
"Mom, oh God mom, It's...it's... I can't wait..."
He looked down at her holding him tightly against her
cheek. Without thought he reached down grabbing his
cock pressing it to her lips.
"Chris, no, noooo," she moaned trying to turn away but
his hand followed pushing harder.
Karen could feel him begin to thrust harder, his hips
beginning to lift. She held him tighter waiting for the
rush of wetness. Startled as his hand moved over hers
pressing the rigid tip against her lips, she turned
trying to move away. Chris pressed harder forcing his
cock against her. With an aching cry of abandon Karen
took him pulling him deeply into her mouth. With a moan
of hunger she moved her lips quickly up and down his
cock.
"Mom, Jeezzz mom I'm... I'm going to cummmm...
please..."
Karen's hand moved furiously pumping up and down the
throbbing hardness. Her lips barely caressed the tip as
she whispered, "Ok baby, ok, come on Chris... come
on... cum for me... come on baby... please, cum for
me... yes... oh yes, oh God there it is... there it
is... cummmmm baby..." She quickly slipped her lips
over him as the warm spurts of cum covered her tongue.
Karen quickly swallowed as Chris groaned and spilled
more cum into her. Her lips slid tightly up and down
the length of his cock as her hands squeezed the last
drops from him.
Patting him on the stomach she pushed to her feet.
Karen whispered with a voice thick with a need of her
own, "There Chris, now that's how you do it."
As she turned the corner from the doorway she ran down
the hall and up the stairs to her room. Closing the
door behind her she leaned back against it gasping, her
heart pounding. Her hand slipped beneath her skirt to
touch her panties now soaked with her desire. She
hurried to her dresser reaching for her dildo and the
bottle of lubricant. Kicking out of her panties and
skirt she fell to the bed in a moan as she poured the
slippery liquid into her hand and spread it over warm
folds of her pussy. Karen pressed the hardness between
the slippery swells and a soft cry escaped her as she
moved to take the entire length inside her warm
opening.
As her hand moved back and forth between her thighs,
behind closed eyes Karen was entranced. The sight of
her hands wrapped around Chris' cock. The velvety soft
feel brushing against her cheek as she held it tightly
to her, the warmth as it throbbed beneath the touch of
her fingertips... the feel of the warm hardness as her
lips slid over him, the wetness spilling inside her
mouth covering her cheeks, tongue... she tensed turning
to her side thighs closing tightly... an aching cry of
release.
It was the last week of school as Chris tentatively
stepped into the kitchen. His mom had stayed in her
room though he thought her heard her once after he went
to bed.
"Good morning Chris. I loved the flowers, they're
beautiful. That was so sweet of you. Did you pick them
out?"
"Uh, no, Mrs. Slovell helped at the Garden Center when
she was showing me around."
"Well, I don't believe I know her."
She's kind of nice. Told me to call her Joan but I
don't know. She's alot older."
"Older? Well, I hope you mean older than me. I guess
you should call her what ever she wants. Is she your
supervisor?"
"Yeah, sort of. I guess I'll be working with her most
of the time."
"Well, I should meet her sometime."
"Sure mom. Hey, I have to go or I'll be late."
Chris hesitantly leaned forward, then kissed his mom on
the cheek.
Karen watched as her son walked down the drive. Mrs.
Scovill? Joan? Her lips tightening she decided she
would have to meet this Mrs. Scovill that wanted her
son to call her Joan. The phone rang and she walked to
the counter to answer.
"Hello."
"Karen, how are you today? Feeling better I hope?"
"Jane, yeah, much better actually. Maybe I just needed
some rest."
"Well, you had me worried. Is Chris available to do a
couple of things for me this afternoon?"
"What? uh, oh... JANE," Karen laughed, "You leave your
hands off my son you wanton bitch. I remember what you
said."
"Oh, well then, I guess you decided to follow your own
advice?"
"Well Jane, just what advice was that?"
Jane laughed, "Well if you're not going to let me
corrupt him, then I guess you've decided to do it
yourself? Remember? You said?"
Karen stood stunned. Her heart skipped as she tried to
regain her breath, her voice.
"Karen? Karen, I didn't drop the call did I? Are you
still there?"
She forced her heart to slow, "Jane, that's uh...
silly. You can't imagine... you can't think...?"
"Oh Karen, I'm just kidding. I'm glad to hear you're
feeling better. I do want to stop over later. I need to
drop off your carpet cleaner I borrowed and I've bought
this wine I heard of that you'll just love. I got a
bottle for you too so I'll see you about five, ok?"
"Sure, stop on by. I'll make sure I'm home from work by
then. I'll stop and pick up something for us at that
new Italian place. You can have a bite to eat here...
Yeah... ok.... bye."
Swinging around and glancing at her watch she had to
grab her purse, briefcase and rush for the door.
Jane pulled the cork on the wine, filling their
glasses.
"Where's Chris? Isn't he awfully late?"
"I don't know. He may have had something after school.
He should be along soon. Why?"
"I just hoped to see him. It's been a few weeks."
"Maybe he stopped at the Garden Center for something. I
swear Jane, he brought me the nicest flowers. Over
there on the counter, see."
"And who suggested them?"
"Well probably his supervisor at work. But it was sweet
of him to bring them to me?"
"Who is she, did he say?"
"A Mrs. Sovell I think? Joan, she told him to call her
Joan."
"Hmmm, I know her. She's married to the branch manager
at the bank just down the street from there."
"Is she nice?"
"I think so. She's alone a lot and that's why she
works. I think they make him put in a lot of hours.
Here have some more wine."
"Jane, it's my third glass. I can barely speak without
slurring now. You know I rarely drink."
"Oh quit whining," with both of them laughing at that
and turning at the sound of the door.
"Hey, Hi Chris, we've been waiting for you. Well, at
least I have. I think your Mother has had one or two or
maybe three or four glasses or wine too many."
"Hi mom. Sorry I'm so late. I was at the Center and
Mrs. Scovell was showing me around some more."
"Hmm, Mrs. Shovelli is it," Karen slightly slurred
laughing. "Oh, I'm sorry Chris. We tried to wait but I
didn't know you were going to be so damn late."
"No, it's Mrs. Sovell, mom. You drank too much didn't
you."
"Oh God Jane, I don't think I can stand up," stumbling
as she pushed herself up. "And I have a terrible day
ahead tomorrow. I told you not to give me so much
wine."
"Well, it's late. Chris and I will help you and then I
have to get home. The wine was really nice wasn't it,
and the Tortolini was wonderful."
"Chris, help me. We'll take your mom up and put her to
bed."
They got her up the stairs and Karen lay back on the
bed.
"Chris, I'll hold her while you get her shoes and jeans
off. She can't sleep this way."
Jane pushed her up pulling her sweatshirt off and over
her arms as Karen protested. Chris tugged and pulled
her jeans over her ankles trying not to stare at the
French briefs that almost rolled off with her pants.
"Ok Chris, throw a blanket over her and turn the light
out. I'll call tomorrow. I might have some things you
could do for me at my house. Think you would have
time?"
"Sure, just let me know when."
"Ok, take care of your mom. I'll let myself out."
As he heard Jane go down the steps he threw off his
shirt, kicked off his shoes, and pushed his jeans over
his feet. He stood staring at his mom, his cock
achingly hard. His fingers grasp the waistband pulling
her panties over her hips and ankles. Amid her
continuing mumbled protests he unsnapped her bra and
tossed it on the chair. He pulled open her dresser
drawer and poured a puddle of her lubricant in his
palm. Moving over her and straddling her hips he kissed
the soft slope of her breasts. His lips pulled her
nipple as his tongue traced little circles, flicking
over the stiffening pinkness.
"Chris, Chris, stop honey, what are you doing?" her
hands weakly pushing at him.
His fingers dipped between her thighs pushing through
the thick dark tangle of curls. The pink bareness
hidden beneath was quickly slippery. His fingers
lightly massaged her clit, slowly moving lower easily
sliding inside her then moving back out and lower
between her cheeks, his fingertips toying... teasing as
he felt the muscles of her ass squeeze him.
"Oh God baby, that feels so good. Chris? Chris? Wait.
Oh no, no you can't, please, we can't. Stop Chris," her
arms pushing against him. "We have to stop baby. Here,
please, come up here, let me do this. I'll do this for
you."
Karen pulled him up to her, taking him into her mouth,
the tip of her tongue tracing the warm hard length. Her
fingers wrapped around his aching shaft swiftly moving
back and forth as Chris' hips moved against her.
"No, no... I want you, I want inside you." Chris
groaned as he pulled away moving between her legs
forcing them apart.
"No Chris, we can't baby, please, please come back up
here. Let me... I can make my baby feel so good. Please
come up here."
Karen's legs were straight and tense as Chris tried to
push them apart. He held himself up with an elbow
taking the hard length of his cock, slowly sliding it
up and down. The rounded tip smoothly slipped between
the warm slippery mounds of her labia... then higher to
caress her clit and then again moving lower... pressing
between her rounded cheeks to tease, circle, torment...
hearing her gasp as her cheeks clenched tightly around
him... then slowly moving higher.
"Chris, no.. don't do that, please, stop, stop doing
that baby, you have to stop doing that." Karen gasped,
a little cry as she felt the hard shaft press between
her cheeks, lingering, pressing against her harder this
time. "Oh God no, no Chris... not there, please stop,
please baby... I can't stand that."
Yet her body trembled, the soft smooth roundness of her
ass clenching tightly around the teasing hardness as
her hands held his arms tightly. With each whispered
protest, with each time he slid the warm enticing
hardness across her sensitive skin, her thighs opened a
little wider her knees lifting higher... higher until
they were pulled against her breasts. His arms held him
over her as his hips moved sliding his cock across her,
pressing between her cheeks, then higher, the smooth
wet tip softly kissing her clit.
"Oh my God Chris, Chris honey, please, please don't...
I'm your Mother, you can't do this to me, you can't, we
can't... please baby, this isn't right. Please, don't
do this."
"I want you. I want you mom, I can't help it, I'm not
sorry and I can't wait any more." Chris breathed as he
paused, then began pushing inside her.
Karen's fingernails dug deep into his arms as she felt
him begin to enter her.
"Noooooooooo oh nooooo." Karen moaned as she felt each
inch of him slowly push inside her. So slowly, her
breath held... until... their hips touched, resting,
pressed tightly together.
Then he pulled away and began a slow seductive...
mesmerizing rhythm. Over and over he pushed deep inside
her as she gently rocked back and forth against his
hips. Her eyes closed, lips slightly parted lost in her
desire. Karen lifted her head, hands pulling on his
arms, straining to look between them. Her breath came
in trembling gasps, watching as his cock glistened with
wetness moving in and out of her. Her pussy clung
tightly to him as he moved inside her. She sensed his
quickening, sensed the throbbing, the swelling inside
her, her head falling back.
"Ok baby, ok, come on... I know... it's ok, I know,
soon now," her own eyes widening as she felt her hips
pressing harder against his thrusts.
"I'm... I'm... mom I'm going.. to cum..." Chris moaned
as he began pounding hard against her.
"It's ok, come on, come on baby, cum for me..." she
whispered, her breath quickening as her arms pulled him
closer her lips resting against his cheek. ""Come on
baby... cum for me, please cum for me... please... come
on, oh God please... hurry, cum in me Chris... I need
it... need it, so bad... hurry."
Karen felt him tense, his muscles tighten as he began
filling her with a wet warmth, "Ohhh God there... don't
stop, please... harder baby... fuck me harder... please
baby... there... there... oh god I'm cumingggggggggg!
Fill me... please baby, I want it... it's mine, all of
it... again... oh God there it is... again...
ohhhhhhhhhhh."
She leaned against the hallway wall her fingers
muffling her gasps. Her legs were trembling, her heart
beating wildly as she tried to move silently down the
stairs.
As she backed out of the drive she pulled over, her
hands shaking. She felt her panties against her skin,
soaked. Her face buried in her hands, she cried... in
what, she wondered. The horror of incest? Or was it the
incredible desire searing through her? The beauty of
them together, they were so beautiful? Jealousy? She
had just watched her dearest friend... Screwed? No,
no... made love to? Fucked? Yes, fucked, incredibly
fucked by her... son? By Chris?
Jane closed her eyes, Chris looming into the darkness,
looking down at her, quivering and helpless, his strong
body pounding against her, whispering in her ear,
cumming in her... pouring himself inside her. She
shivered, her teeth biting tightly against her bottom
lip as her orgasm rippled through her.
Opening her eyes, she drove down the road wondering,
what she would do. Could she ever let Karen know that
she knew? Anyone? That she had watched in stunned
silence?
She knew one thing certain. She had to have Chris. Had
to make him want her, Jane's fingers were white as she
gripped the wheel...
***
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Kristen's collection - Directory 54