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A Mother's Dilemma - 3
by Solrac (fast_sol@yahoo.com)
***
She's pushed him away. Now can she get him back? (F/m-
teen, inc)
***
Chris walked into the kitchen unsure of the greeting he
was to receive.
"Hi mom."
Karen's puffy eyes and tear streaked cheeks assured him
all was not to be well.
"Don't hi me Chris," slipping into sobs, "Don't talk to
me. Don't come near me. I want you to just leave me
alone while I try to deal with this. Chris, you took
advantage of me. God dammit you know that I would have
never, NEVER allowed that to happen. It was the same as
rape. You're my son. If I couldn't trust you, who is
left that I can?"
"But mom, you..."
"NO, don't but mom me. God knows I know what I did, I
know how I reacted. Like some fuc... some ruttish
bitch. I'm ashamed, God how can I look in the mirror or
at you without anger or shame."
"Don't you understand what you did?" she screamed.
"Just stay away from me until I can sort it all out. I
don't know what we're going to do, what I'm going to
do. I can't work today. I can't go in like this. Just
leave me be Chris, I don't want to talk to you right
now."
"Do you want me to move out? To leave?"
"No Chris, I don't want that," Karen replied brushing
away her tears. "I just don't know what I want. I don't
know. I just don't know. Maybe it would be best. Just
go. Just go and let me think, please."
It was a long week. The days were too short when he was
away and what little time during the few evenings he
spent at home slowed to a crawl. They occasionally
passed with neither speaking. He wanted to talk to say
something, but Karen always turned away. Chris finally
timed his comings and goings to miss his mom completely
while staying a few nights at friends.
He was only going to school a half a day now and was
working at the Garden Center afterwards. Chris had been
at the dock unloading spring and summer stock. They
were caught up and now that school was out he would be
in the outside lawn and garden area full time.
"Chris, I am so happy you're back. And do I ever need
the help. These things are just too heavy to move
around for an old woman like me."
"Hi Mrs. Sovell. They've had me in back all last week."
"Well Chris, it's really nice to have you up here. I've
missed you." she replied as she gave him a hug and a
kiss on his cheek. "And what did I tell you about
calling me Joan? I feel old enough without you
referring to me as old Mrs. Sovell. And none of that
ma'am stuff either."
"Uh, Joan, come on, you're not old at all. At least I
don't think you are. You don't look old. I think you
look really great."
"Well, that's sweet of you to say. You know one of
those snippy little girls at the register asked about
you last week. Are you going to go up and see her? I
won't say anything if you do, just don't spend too
long."
"No, I don't think so. I'll stay back here. What do you
want me to do?"
"Well hon, we need to move all these plants over there
and set them up on stands. And then we have all those
bags there to move and it hurts my shoulders to do it."
Chris reached down lifting the planters, the feel of
her large full breasts as Joan hugged him still causing
some twitching between his legs. To his relief carrying
the plant covered his growing erection.
The morning went all too quickly. He ate lunch with
Joan in the break room while she chatted away at the
things she needed done at home, but aches and pains
kept her from finishing.
"Hey, look uh... Joan. I could stop over and help you.
I'm not really doing anything else after work."
"Oh could you? Really? You wouldn't mind? That would be
so sweet but I don't want to take up your time with
your girlfriend or anything."
"Well, I don't think I have a girlfriend right now
anyway."
"Oh, I thought you mentioned one the other day when you
took the flowers."
"Well, you know how it goes."
"Oh, I'm sorry Chris. If you're not too busy later and
don't care, I would love for you to stop over and help
me some. You can keep me company for awhile. I'll fix
something for us to eat unless you have to run home.
"No, I don't have to be anywhere, but you don't need to
fix anything for me."
"Of course I will. If you're going to help me it's the
least I can do. I guess we had better get back to work
or we'll both need some help."
As he returned to work, his thoughts still on the
openings between the buttons of Joan's tightly
stretched blouse, he heard his name.
"CHRIS, Chris, I heard you were working here. How are
you?"
"Hey hi Aunt Jane."
"Quit calling me aunt. I'm not really your aunt and do
I look like an old aunt?" she laughed. "How's your
Mother? I haven't talked to her in a week."
"We're sort of not talking right now. She's kind of mad
at me so I've been staying out of her way."
"Oh, that's a shame. You want me to say something to
her?"
"No, no don't, it might just make it worse. Is there
anything I can show you here or help you with?"
Jane turned hiding the lift of her eyes as she thought
of several things she would like him to do.
"No, no Chris, I just stopped to pick up a hanging
basket for my porch. If it's kind of bad at home you
know you can always stop over and stay a little while
with me. I have plenty of room and that way your mom
won't worry and will know where you're at. You can stop
over tonight for supper while you decide. I get tired
of eating alone anyway."
"Uh, well Aunt Jane, I promised Mrs. Sovell I would
help her some after work tonight, but maybe I'll stop
over after that if you're sure it's ok?"
Eyebrows slightly raising, Jane glanced toward Joan,
"Well, I insist Chris. You stop over after you help out
Joan. You can stay in the spare room and I'll call your
mom and tell her."
"No, no don't call mom. I'll tell her."
"Well ok, I have to run now but I'll be expecting you
later." she said as she turned and walked over to Joan.
"Hi Joan, I see you have Chris working for you? His
Mother and I are good friends."
"Oh, hello Jane. I haven't seen you for awhile. How
have you been? Yes, Chris is working here and he's even
going to stop over after work to help me with planting
a few bushes. He's just the sweetest thing. I'm just
getting too old I think to dig the holes to plant
them."
"Sure Joan, I know what you want him over for. Harold
out of town?"
"JANE, you hush, I wouldn't... and I never. And even if
Harold was home I couldn't get him to help me plant the
bushes. I've been trying to get him to plant them for a
week and yesterday he had to go out of town for a few
days."
"Well, you be good to Chris, I love him like he was my
own."
"Oh don't worry Jane. I'll fix him supper and send him
home. I won't work him too hard." Joan laughed.
Jane turned and walked away her thoughts a blaze of
hidden anger. "Sure Joan, and I bet I know just what
bush you want planted." She blinked her eyes trying to
push away the building fury at the picture of Joan and
her Chris together. "Oh God listen to me, like he's my
Chris. Well, he is, kind of." Once again Jane's
thoughts returned to what she had witnessed. She had
wondered how things had been at Karen's. Now she had a
little idea of it.
"Chris, do you know her?" Joan asked.
"Yeah, she's my mom's friend. Has been forever I
think."
"Oh, I've seen her here and there. Jane's nice. A
really petite pretty woman isn't she? Nothing like my
big ole butt dragging around here."
Chris tried to cover his laugh, "Joan, I told you that
you look great. I'm not kidding. You really do. I mean,
you've got a great figure. I mean, what do you want me
to tell you?"
"Yeah sure, for an old woman you mean. Well, just keep
up what you're saying. You're doing fine." Joan
grinned.
"No, come on now, I mean it."
"Well, ok Chris. You are just the sweetest thing."
The day finished quickly and soon enough he found
himself digging in the wet dirt planting bushes for
Mrs. Sovell.
"CHRIS? Chris, you come in now as soon as you finish. I
have dinner for you."
Chris walked around back to kick his muddy shoes off.
"Oh Chris, you've gotten dirt and mud all over you.
Here, come with me," Joan said as she lead him back to
the adjoining bath in her bedroom. "Put your clothes in
this basket and I'll throw them in the wash. It will
only take an hour. Here is a robe for you to wear until
they're done. As soon as you finish with your shower
come eat."
"No Mrs. Sovell. I can't have you do all that."
"Hush, it's no problem at all. I have some of my own to
do."
Chris undressed pushing the basket into the hall and
taking his shower.
He ate a small supper as Joan moved around cleaning and
straightening her house. Chris got up and walked back
the hall looking for his clothes. Stepping into Joan's
bedroom he found her folding the laundry. Watching her
bend over the basket, her breasts stretching the white
material of her blouse, his erection pushed unnoticed
against the borrowed bathrobe.
"Oh, hi Chris. Was your supper ok? Did you get..." as
Joan turned her eyes were captivated as the sash had
loosened and gravity now slowly parted the robe, the
opening sliding down the length of his cock.
"Uh, Chris, Chris hon." her hands trembling. "You...
you need to..."
Chris shrugged realizing it was too late now to cover
up. He stepped forward watching to see what Joan would
do. She stood frozen in place a range of emotions
shaking her, but it was too late. She could only see
the bouncing waving hardness as Chris came closer. He
reached out taking her hand pulling it against him. He
felt her wrist graze the rounded tip of his cock as her
fingers encircled him.
Fingertips lifting her chin, Chris kissed her, lips
muffling her soft cry of resistance.
"Chris, I can't, we mustn't." her lips helplessly
against his.
"Then, let go." his whisper caressing her lips.
"I can't, oh God I can't," as her full lips began to
move, lightly brushing over his.
He backed her slowly against the bed unzipping her
shorts and pushing them down over her soft hips,
falling to the carpet. His lingering kiss held her as
his fingers unbuttoned her blouse, pushing it over her
shoulders to hang from the hand that was now beginning
to move back and forth. The hooks of her bra parted,
straps slipping from her shoulders, her heavy pendulous
breasts falling free against his chest, her bra
dangling with her blouse.
"Let go Mrs. Sovell."
"Joan," she whispered through his warm breath. "Chris,
I'm afraid."
He reached down easing her hand away, her clothes
falling. Chris pushed her back onto the bed. His eyes
were riveted to her large smooth breasts, the areolas
large dark brown circles sweetly tipped with her large
stiffened nipples. His hands reached for the waist of
her white cotton panties pulling them over her full
well rounded hips and to the floor.
Joan pushed herself back on the bed reaching to grasp
his cock again, her fingers in vain trying to encircle
the warm hardness as she quietly cried, "Hurry Chris,
please, before I say no."
The heady rich scent of her sex widened his eyes, his
cock was twitching, jerking uncontrollably in her small
hand wetting her wrist as the tip slid across her.
"Oh my God, oh my God oh God Chris, hurry, come here...
please hurry, hurry Chris."
"His hand could feel the heat from her pussy as it
slipped between her heavy thighs, fingers easily
pushing between the sodden lips and inside her. Joan
gasped as his teeth lightly bit her nipple. A keening
moan escaped as he sucked it hard between his lips.
"Chris, now, I need it now," she cried pulling him over
her and upwards their lips pressing urgently together.
Joan's hand quickly pressed his hardness to her moist
folds, pushing him between them. Her thighs opened
wide, her knees pulling up. Her hands grasped his arms.
Long polished nails dug deep, her signal of his entry.
"Stop, stop... don't move, please wait."
Chris paused feeling her muscles convulse around the
hard length of him inside her.
"Ok, ok now, now Chris... take me." she whispered.
As her hands held her breasts up to him Chris began to
slowly move back and forth inside her, both suddenly
jarred from the intense pleasure at the ring of the
bedside phone.
"Chris, stop, stop, please don't move. Oh my God I
forgot, he calls every evening at this time. I have to
answer it. It's my husband. Don't say anything, please,
please Chris not a whisper."
"Hi hon. Fine, how are you, how are things going?... I
had a salad tonight Harold what did you have?"
Chris wickedly grinned as his cock twitched and jerked
inside her. Joan's eyes closed as her teeth bit her
bottom lip. He moved slowly pulling away to the very
tip, then gently, quietly pushing back inside her. Joan
tightened her thighs trying to stop him, but Chris slid
easily between them. Her fingertips dug deeper into his
arm, sharp nails biting.
"Yes hon, weather is fine. Oh, it's just... Someone
from the Center helped me plant the bushes and I did
some house work, that's all. Just ran in to grab the
phone so I'm a little out of breath is all."
Chris watched as her eyes opened. He could see the
panic in them, her head twisting no, pleading. He knew
he was winning the quiet struggle as her hips moved for
him, her knees lifting. A slow rocking rhythm as he
pushed deeper inside her.
"Hon, Harold, I have to run, really. I have to go. I
have to pay... the boy... from the center. He's
waiting... I'm sorry, I... have to run. Call me later?"
The phone fell to the carpet as she missed the cradle.
"Chris, I can't do this. That was my husband and I feel
terrible, please I can't anymore. Please stop."
Chris stopped moving, his hips pressed tightly to the
back of her thighs, his cock twitching inside her.
"Then push me away Mrs. Sovell."
Joan closed her eyes turning her face away.
"I can't, oh God I can't."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Do it."
"Do what?"
"I just want you to do it, please Chris."
"Do what? What do you want me to do," Chris whispered
as his warm breath and lips lightly played across her
cheek.
Joan paused, then as her eyes opened looking up at him
she moaned, "Fuck me. I want you to fuck me Chris."
He grinned as he pulled back and drove himself into
her. Her breasts shook and her knees rocked to his
thrusts.
She looked up at him and whispered between gasps, "I'll
get you for that bit with the phone. Oh you'll pay
Chris. You'll pay for that."
Her arms pulled him closer as desire, need, and the
incredible sensations of his cock sliding inside her
pushed away everything else. Her breasts ached as she
gasped. Her hips burned with passion from the
unrelenting thrusts. Her face flushed with heat as she
felt her orgasm nearing. Her muscles tensed, then
turned to jelly as her pussy convulsed around the hard
length pounding inside her.
"Oh God, hon... hurry.. hurry... there, oh God cum with
me... ohhhhhh... please hon... cum in me... now,
there... nowwwwww.. yes... yes... there... right
there..."
Chris sat up watching Joan sleep. He quietly dressed
letting himself out. He liked Joan and knew that no one
should see him leave. It was a long walk to the nearest
all night fast food place where he sat and waited until
it was time to go to work.
"Karen?"
"Oh, hello Jane."
"Have you heard from Chris?"
"No, not for days and I'm a little worried. Have you
seen him or know where he is staying?"
"I talked to him at the Garden Center yesterday when I
was there. He looked fine. He told me that you two
weren't talking but didn't get into why. He was going
to Joan's after work to help her with some bushes.
Afterwards he was supposed to come here. I was going to
make him supper and see if I could get him to go home
and talk to you."
"Jane, the money Joan's husband makes? You told me he
was a banker or something didn't you? She could have
hired someone to do that couldn't she?"
"Well, I think maybe she has taken to him. They work
together and she said something about fixing him supper
and then sending him home. It looks like the sending
him home part didn't work out."
"Jane, you don't think...?"
"Oh Karen, I don't think so. Surely he wouldn't. Not
with her? That conniving old bitch might want him to
though. I don't know. You know how young men are. But
Chris is so nice. Maybe he wouldn't? I'm hoping he'll
stop over after work today. If he does I'll fix him
something to eat and talk to him, try to get him to
call you or go home."
"I do miss him Jane. I hate it being at home alone. I'm
so used to him being here and helping me with things. I
miss him so much I can hardly stand it. It's just, we
really had a terrible misunderstanding. It's been going
on two weeks since we've talked. I haven't seen him for
almost a week. I don't even know for sure where he is."
"Don't worry Karen. Don't worry. I'll talk to him
tonight and bring him home."
"Ok, I have to run, I have this damn meeting I have to
go to. I'll talk to you later. Ok?"
"Ok Karen, Bye now."
Karen buried her face in her hands. "God, why don't
these fucking women leave him alone. He's my son. I
want him home. Jane. Jane wouldn't would she?" Yet
Karen knew. She would. The pang of jealousy bit into
her deep as the corners of her eyes filled and her lip
trembled. The thought of Chris with that Joan woman, or
even Jane... Karen shivered with despair. She would be
a little late getting away from work tonight, but she
would start calling Jane as soon as she got home. She
wiped her eyes and picked up her folders and walked to
the hallway.
"Hi Karen, I'm going to your meeting too. I was
assigned to your project so I guess I'm working for
you."
"Oh, hi John. Well, we always need good legal help."
The nearness of him made her nervous as he brushed
against her walking down the hall. "My God Karen," she
thought. "Get control of yourself." She stopped
suddenly, realizing it wasn't John... "Was it? The
little tingling sensations began when she was talking
to Jane about Chris."
"Karen? Karen? Are you alright?"
"Oh, sure, I'm sorry John. I just got lost for a
moment. Something I have to do tonight." As her lips
tightened and she straightened her walk she thought...
"Yes, yes, something I have to do."
Work went well, considering. Joan didn't mention the
previous night and Chris didn't bring it up either. He
figured he would wait until she said something. As they
walked out she turned and hugged him, kissing his cheek
whispering, "Thank you Chris. You were wonderful, you
really were. Maybe, I'll buy another bush." As she
turned to walk away Joan paused looking back, "But I'll
still get you for that little meanness with the phone."
He stared as she walked away to her car. The stirring
in his jeans growing to uncomfortable lengths from the
feel of her breasts pressed against him. "Well, tonight
he guessed he would go over to Aunt Jane's and eat
supper. See what happens from there. He had a couple
friends he could stay the night with or he could stay
at Jane's. It didn't look like it would be another
night with Joan."
"Chris, Chris where have you been?" Jane exclaimed as
she opened the door. "You were supposed to be here
yesterday. I was worried about you. She stretched to
her tiptoes to reach up and hug him tightly. "Well, I'm
glad you're here now. Come on, sit down while I fix you
something to eat. Did you work today? How was it? Do
you have to work tomorrow? Oh listen to me, I am asking
questions quicker than you can answer."
"That's ok, and I don't need anything to eat. I got
something on the way over here. I just wanted to stop
and let you know I was ok."
"Well, that was nice of you Chris. You can stay the
night here and I can run you to work in the morning if
you like. That is, unless you want me to run you home?"
"No, uh... I don't know about that. Maybe I should,
could uh, maybe stay here for the night? I have some
clothes in my backpack if I could wash them?"
"Of course. I have the spare room ready Chris and I'll
throw your clothes in the wash. Lets go back and I'll
get you something to wear to bed."
Chris followed her back to her bedroom where she pulled
out some pajama bottoms.
"Here, these were my ex husband's. A little large, just
draw them tighter. You know where the spare room is.
You can use the hall bath. Throw all your clothes out
and I'll put them in the washer."
"Sure, thanks Aunt Jane."
"Chris, what did I say? You can call me Aunt in front
of your mom."
Chris laughed, "Yeah well, ok... Jane."
"Janie Chris. Most everyone calls me Janie and you're
old enough to call me Janie too. Hey, I have to run to
the store. You want to come with me? I'll stop and rent
us a movie to watch tonight or tomorrow."
The movie was a bomb and they wondered how the actors
could even make it without erupting into embarrassed
laughter. The phone awoke them from their torture.
"Chris, go take your shower and I'll get the phone."
"Hello," as she picked up the phone. "Karen, I was
wondering if you would call."
"Jane, is Chris there?"
"Yeah, Chris is here. He came over after work. We went
to the store and then watched a movie we rented."
"Jane, is he coming home?"
"I asked, but he said no, maybe he shouldn't. I think
he is afraid you don't want to see him. You want me to
bring him over?"
"No Jane, not if he doesn't want to. Don't force him. I
just, well... I miss him being here. It seems like
forever. I don't know what to do. Will you talk to
him?"
"Of course Karen. If he's not comfortable coming home
tonight I'll insist that he does tomorrow. I'll keep
his backpack and clothes in the washer so he'll have
to stop here after work."
They said bye and hung up, Jane looking thoughtfully
out the window, "Sorry Karen. Not tonight... not
tonight."
Jane heard Chris in the shower and went to her room
carefully picking out her nightwear. A hot bath left
her skin flushed and tingling. She pulled her pink
nighty over her head and stepped into the loose french
briefs. Pausing at the mirror, she thought she looked
pretty nice considering she was a year older than his
mom. Her breasts were smooth and nicely curved, yet
weren't big enough to worry about drooping. Her skin
was still soft. Her nipples were long, areola small and
dark, reflecting a shadowed outline through the sheer
material. Satisfied and smiling, Jane walked down the
hall to the living room.
She twirled in front of Chris, "If I had wings, I could
be a little pink angel?" Jane laughed. She stopped,
noticing the grin on his face.
"What Chris, what are you laughing at?" She backed him
across the room poking him in the stomach with her
finger. "Come on, tell me... what are you laughing at?"
With a little curl to her lip she asked, "What, you
think I'm funny? Huh? What do you think is funny about
me?"
Laughing and trying to fend her off Chris sputtered,
"No, no. Aunt Jane, I mean Janie. I think, uh... you're
cute. I just, just never paid attention to how little
you were. I was thinking more like, kind of like a...
pixie. A cute little pixie."
"Oh you do? And you think you're so big? You think
you'll hurt little pixie Janie?"
She kept pushing him about the room, taunting and
poking him with her fingers.
Janie stopped suddenly looking down pensively, "Uh oh,
Chris... Chris I think he's flirting with me."
"What?"
"Him..." pointing at his pajamas. "I think he's come
out to flirt with me. What do you think?"
Chris looked down suddenly realizing his cock had
slipped out the front of the PJ bottoms.
"Oh God, I 'm sorry Aunt Jane. I didn't mean..."
She pushed him off balance and against the table as he
reached to cover himself. "What, you don't want him to
flirt with me? I think it's quite flattering and very
sweet of him. Just look how long and hard he gotten. I
think he likes me. He doesn't think I'm too little, a
pixie."
Her hand grasped the hard length squeezing him lightly.
Her small fingers made his cock look even larger than
it's already considerable size. Looking up Janie smiled
sweetly, "Chris, I think he really really likes me,
don't you?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess so."
Jane slipped to her knees her hand beginning to move
slowly, teasingly back and forth whispering quietly,
"You like me, don't you? Hmmmm? Do you think I'm too
little for you? Hmmm baby?" She leaned to lightly kiss
the rounded warm tip.
"Chris?"
His throat tightened as he looked down, her nighty
falling forward so he could see her small breasts and
long very dark nipples, "Yeah?"
"Can you cum twice?"
"Uh... yeah, yeah I think so," he moaned.
"Good, I need you to," as her lips brushed across the
tip of his cock, the pearl droplet making them glisten.
Her thumb pushed his cock straight up as the tip of her
tongue slid down the warm skin then slowly kissed her
way back to the tip. Looking up she grinned impishly.
"Chris, watch. I want you to watch me."
His knees trembled as he watched Jane bite her lips and
then take him deep into her mouth. Pausing, he could
feel her throat move against the tip, her tongue
curling around and then slowly pulling away. Her eyes
glanced upwards to make sure he was watching then began
a slow rhythm, her lips tightly clasped around his warm
cock. Her hand pushed his legs apart and then lightly
held his balls.
Chris' fingers clamped tightly to the table edge. He
watched her head move back and forth. Her lips
stretching the skin of his cock as she pulled away,
then pulling against the rounded tip as she took him
back deep inside again.
Pausing, her lips barely touching the tip she
whispered, "Chris? Can you really cum twice?"
Gasping, "Yes, yes I can."
"Oh God the sweetness of youth," as her hand began
moving quickly over him.
Jane's hand was almost a blur as it slid up and down
his cock. Her lips slightly open, poised, waiting. She
glanced up to watch his eyes with a teasing smile.
"Come on Chris, come on baby. Cum for me, I want to see
you cum. I want lots of cum." With a little pout she
asked, "You want to cum for me don't you Chris. Don't
you? Please... I want to taste you."
Chris looked up as his hands tightened, his muscles
tensed and he almost painfully felt the surge pour
through his cock as the first spurt hit her cheek. Jane
yelped and quickly pushed her lips over the hard length
of him as he filled her mouth, coating her cheeks and
tongue. She swallowed quickly taking the next and the
next as her hand continued to squeeze more from him.
Jane looked up with a little giggle as she stood.
Wiping her cheek with her finger, she pushed it into
her mouth, "That's mine. I earned it, didn't I?"
Still holding him tightly in her hand she turned and
led him down the hall.
"Follow the little pixie Chris."
In her bedroom Jane turned and pulled the nighty over
her head. With a little shake of her hips the bottoms
fell to the floor. Chris gasped at her nakedness. She
was the mirrored opposite of Joan. Short cropped hair.
Breasts small with long dark nipples. Her hips were
narrow and curved sweetly tapering gracefully down her
thighs. What lay between in a carefully trimmed tuft of
curls, the small swells of her pussy, bare for his
eyes. She smiled teasingly as she pushed herself back
on the bed.
"Come here Chris," Jane whispered as she pulled her
knees up and opened her thighs. "Closer baby." as she
pulled him to her breast. Jane's hands pressed his
mouth to her nipple as her eyes closed, the thought
rushing over her, almost spoken, "I'm going to show you
how to treat your Mother."
His lips pulled the nipple between them his tongue
slipping in little circles over the areola. She moaned,
almost giving in to her desire as she felt hard length
of him slide against her thigh.
"Now the other," she moaned pushing his lips across her
breast. Her nipples were aching. "Chris, bite them,
please,just a little... ohhhhh yes, like that, again...
her fingers tightening in his hair.
"Now, I want you to do this," as she pushed him lower.
His tongue slipped between the moist folds tormenting
and searching. Her knees pulled higher, thighs
opening... "Lower Chris, please..." as Jane pushed his
head down his tongue slipping between her cheeks,
circling, teasing, lightly probing and sending little
shivers of warm delight through her body.
Chris moved slowly his tongue caressing the curve of
her until he paused at the swollen bundle of nerves,
caressing, circling, teasing... then softly pulling her
clit between his lips.
"Yes, oh God yes... Chris easy... easy.. oh there... oh
God do that again baby." Suddenly pushing him away and
gasping, "God Chris, I can't take that anymore. It's
making me crazy." Jane pushed him over to his back her
knees straddling his hips as her hand reached between
them grasping his cock. "Mmmm aren't you afraid you'll
hurt a little pixie with that? Think you'll hurt me?
Think I can't take it? Well... maybe we should be
careful."
Jane's hand lightly brushed the warm hardness over her
now soaken labia. "Maybe just a little? You think?
Think we could we put him in just a little?" she
mocked. Her hips settled and Chris felt the tip of his
cock slip between the folds and the warmth of her pussy
enclose him. He could feel her tighten, clenching
against him. Her hands rested against his chest as her
hips carefully moved.
As his hands moved to her hips Jane pushed them away.
"No, no Chris. We have to be careful with little
Janie." Her hips lifted and settled a little more. She
pulled his fingertips to her nipples, "Pinch them...
please baby, pinch them a little." Jane gasped with
pleasure as his fingertips tightened, twisting. She
fell forward in a swoon then tried to push away as she
felt his hands quickly move to her hips.
He grinned at her his hands tightening on her.
"Chris, no, don't. Chris, what are you going to do?"
"This," as he picked her up and turned her over his
body now looming over her. The hard length of his cock
brushed against her pussy easily slipping between the
wet folds.
"Oh my God," Jane cried. "Chris, please, please don't
hurt me. I know I was teasing you, I'm sorry Chris."
"Chris?"
"I'm going to fuck you... the way I want.. AUNT Jane."
"Chris, oh God Chris wait, stop, please wait...."
screaming as his cock plunged deep inside her. She was
pounded by his thrusts. Her soft cries of pain
bordering with fear quickly slipped into a burning
pleasure, then an aching wail of need. Her teeth bit
into his chest as she lost all vestiges of control.
Jane couldn't move, couldn't speak. Her arms held on to
him tightly as she lay there with her thighs loosely
open, her knees pulled to her breast as Chris drove
into her over and over.
Jane felt him slow... hesitate, knew he was going to
cum. The knowing ripped through her as she achingly
cried... "Chris, oh God Chris... yes baby... cum...
fill me... please baby... cum for me... ohhh God here
... yes... oh now... now, me too.... ccumingggggg..."
They lay there gasping for breath, hearts pounding,
slowing, resting.
"Well Jane, Aunt Jane, whatever... you took it pretty
good for a pixie."
Laughing Jane opened her eyes looking up, "Well, you
know what they say about big women little women."
"No, what?"
"Hmm, something about little woman all pussy."
Her lips caressed his neck, kissing his shoulder, her
hips lifting to press against him... searching for the
warm sweet length of him, "Chris, Chris baby?"
"What?"
With a mischievous pout she whispered, "Can you do it
again? Right now? Please? Please... please Chris, come
on, pretty please just for me... fuck me. Fuck me
again..."
Her lips caressed his chest as her hand reached between
them coaxing him harder, once again. It was long, slow,
and sweet. They fell asleep holding each other, the
ringing phone just a distant noise.
"GOD DAMMIT," Karen cried slamming the phone down. What
are they doing. Why won't Jane answer the phone?. Tears
streamed freely down her cheeks as she fell to the
chair. Her shoulders shook with sobs. "That fucking
Jane, that fucking bitch. I know what she's doing. I
just know it. Her and that fucking old whore at the
Garden Center, that... that... that Goddamn Joan. Joan.
Oh Chris I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Karen got up and walked around the room tears falling
freely from the soft curve of her cheek. "What am I
going to do? Oh God what am I going to do? I want my
baby home, but... I can't, I just can't."
Karen went up to her room to take her bath. At the
mirror she paused staring. "Why, why didn't she have a
boyfriend, a man. Why didn't she allow herself one? She
knew she could. God knows John would leap on her if she
wasn't further up the corporate ladder. And he was much
younger. What the hell did she think she was saving
herself for? Why wouldn't she give herself to anyone,
or be with someone."
It was a long night of tossing and turning before she
drifted off.
Work went quickly at the Center. Joan made it known her
husband was home. It was surprisingly unstrained for
them. They got along extremely well and Chris really
liked her. He smiled, knowing that someday, she would
buy another bush.
Jane picked him up after work. Her skirt rode high as
she drove giving him cute little smiles all the way
home.
In the house Jane turned hugging him. She quickly
reached down unzipping him and pulling the cramped
hardness free.
"Look, look Chris, I told you he likes me didn't I?
He's all nice and hard. Chris, Chris, pick me up."
She threw her arms around his neck pulling and as he
lifted her his hands found the bare cheeks of her ass.
"Fuck me Chris."
"Here, now?"
"Yes, here, now. Please, hurry. I have to take you home
tonight and I want this. God I want this," as her lips
urgently sought his.
Chris leaned her against the wall and pushed inside the
wet warmth of her pussy.
"Oh God I've thought about this all the way home. Hard
Chris, harder, please... really hard. Fuck me Chris...
ohhh fuck... fuuckkkkk."
He pounded into her as she keened a quiet wailing, her
lips at his chest, his hands at her hips. They both
came, almost agonizingly. He held her against the wall
breathing heavily as they recovered. She finally
slipped to her feet straightening her skirt.
Turning away she said, "We'll eat something, then I
promised your Mother I would bring you home. Of course
if you'll go. I can't make you go, I don't want you to
go, but Chris, she's crying to see you. She does love
you."
They ate, then he sat on the sofa holding her. It was
near dark when the phone rang. Jane answered it
assuring Karen they were on their way. She held his
hand tightly as they drove. She leaned to kiss him as
he got out of the car.
"Chris, Chris it will be ok. Now I expect you to come
see me."
She reached over and ran her hand over his cock and
pouted, "And bring your friend. I know he likes me."
He laughed as he got out and walked into the house.
Karen was anxiously waiting, her hands damp. She
quickly wiped her eyes as Chris came in the door.
"Hi mom."
Tears immediately gathered at the corners of her eyes.
"Chris," Karen whispered. "Oh Chris," she cried and ran
across the room hugging him. "Oh my God I've missed you
so much, her tears dampening his cheek as she clung to
him. The house has been so empty. Come here, come here.
Sit down. Please, I'm shaking so hard I can hardly
stand."
Karen sat in his lap her arms around his neck. "I'm
sorry, my God I'm acting so silly, I can't stop
crying," as she brushed at her tears."
"Hey mom, it's ok. I've missed you too. I really have."
"Well, thats so sweet of you Chris, but you've been
busy with work and at Jane's and places."
"Yeah, but I've thought about you. It wasn't the same
as being home with you."
Chris held her tightly, she was still more to him than
just his Mother. He tried to quell the stirring but
nature had it's way and his cock lengthened pressing up
hard against her cheeks. Karen felt the stirring, the
twitching, the hardness pushing. She quickly got up and
moved away.
"Oh Chris, oh Chris no..."
"Mom, I'm sorry. I am, but I can't help it. I can't
stop it."
Karen walked to the counter looking out the window, all
the thoughts, arguments she'd had with herself over the
weeks now looming before her.
"Mom, just ignore it. It will be ok. We can just ignore
it."
Karen turned walking to him crying. "No Chris. You
can't ignore it, we can't ignore it and it wouldn't be
ok. I love you and I want you here, with me, where you
belong. I was so lonely and I missed you so very much."
She took his hand pulling him up and walking across the
kitchen. She whispered to herself, "I'm going to end
this. Here, now. We are both going to have what we
want... what we need."
Karen walked him to the spare bedroom. Chris watched as
his mom turned away from him and began unbuttoning her
blouse. It dropped to the floor. She unfastened her
slacks and her thumbs pushed them down over her hips,
feet stepping out and kicking them aside. Reaching
behind she unfastened her bra and shrugged the straps
from her smooth shoulders tossing it aside. She turned
lifting her eyes, looking at him.
Her dark brown hair touched her shoulders, Her breasts
were full yet not too large and tipped with enticing
nipples. Only a sexy hint of tummy filled out to soft
curving hips. He could see her dark mound through the
lacey white panties.
"Chris, I don't have a lot of experience. I'm... not
sure what I'm doing. I know I'm not young and
beautiful, but this is what I am. I'm offering myself
to you. I'm terribly afraid and you'll have to help me.
Chris, hurry, hurry before I..."
"I think you're beautiful, incredibly beautiful.
Mom..."
"NO, no, no Chris. No." Her eyes closed, hands
tightened. "When we are here, in this room. I am not
your Mother, your mom. You are not my son. Not in here.
I will be whatever you want me to be. I will do
anything you want me to do. I mean anything." She
smiled, "Maybe I can learn some new things. Maybe you
can teach me."
Karen reached down and slowly pushed her panties down
over her hips letting them fall to her ankles and
kicked them aside. Chris undressed hardly taking his
eyes from the breathtaking form of his mom. His cock
jutted out twitching and jerking in it's desire.
"What do I want? Well Mo.. uh Karen. I want to know
what you want. How I can please you. I want to make you
happy."
Karen could hardly take her eyes from the hard length
pointing obscenely at her, beckoning to her base
desire, her need. The tip of her tongue touched her
lips as her teeth lightly pulled them.
"I want you to stay with me. I want you to hold me.
Hold me for a just little while. Then, make love to
me."
"Is that all?"
She lifted her gaze from the tormenting pull of his
cock, "Then I want you to fuck me Chris. I want fucked.
I really want fucked."
"Anything else... Karen?"
Her eyes took on a little glint with a wry twist to her
lips as her arms moved around his neck. Karen felt the
hardness pressing warmly against her, "Yes, sometime,
teach your poor old moth... me, show me something.
Something new. A little adventure. We have a long time,
and I don't want my... lover, to become bored."
He held her as they lay there on the bed. She closed
her eyes feeling his hardness nestled between her
thighs, her own desires convulsing... her hand reaching
for him, turning, her thighs opening knees lifting, a
soft sigh as he slowly entered her.
Jane listened in the darkness of the hall her hand
pressed tightly between her thighs the other smothering
her gasps. She cried at the beauty, the incredibly
erotic thought of Karen and Chris together. She loved
them both so much... tears clouded her sight as she
slipped away down the hall and to the door... But, she
could not give him up. Share him with Karen perhaps,
but give him up? Not now...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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