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Subject: REPOST: as req: WATCHING MOM CHAPT 3&4 (mF,voy,inc,anl)

   CHAPTER THREE

   There were shadows across the bed from the one light that shone through
the open bathroom door.  At first, Paul thought how much he wanted all the
lights on, bright, so he could see every inch of his mother.  Then, he
began to realize that the shadows were playing with her, too, moving and
teasing the outline of her face as she looked at him.

   They were silent for some time and lay side by side, holding each other.
The feel of her milk white breasts against him, flattened, the pinkish
nipples like centers of heat, made his cock swell even larger but there was
no rush, no hurry.  They were facing each other, yes, their lips inches
apart.  One of his mother's legs snaked over his thigh and then down his
leg, holding him tight.  The heat of her cuntal region was steady and
strong and he felt traces of her red hair brush against his forehead,
tickling him.  They had done nothing after getting under the covers
together but savor the feelings that passed between them and it was as if
everything and everyone else in the entire world had vanished.

   "A moment ago," she said, " you made me feel so very good.  Like a woman
again."

   "You are a beautiful woman," Paul managed.  "And it felt good for me,
too, mom."

   Even in the shadows he could see his mother blush.  "I want you," she
said in a small voice.  "But not if this is something bad for you.  Not if
you think it's wrong."

   "It's love," Paul said.  "I mean, it really is."

   "Have you ever had anyone else?"

   "No," he admitted, and he thought his mother seemed relieved.

   "To be your very first," she said, "is something special.  But will you
tell others?"

   "No," he said.  "I won't tell anyone."

   "Because I don't think they'd understand," his mother said.  "I don't
think they'd like it."

   Paul smiled.  "No, I don't think they would."

   His mother's red hair was splayed out on the oversized pillow like a
cloud in the sunset.  "Are you scared?"

   He nodded.  "A little, yeah."

   "Of what?"

   "Of not making you happy," he said.

   His mother laughed gently.  "You know my friend, Alicia?" When Paul
nodded she continued, "About a month ago she came over and brought
some....movies.  They were very adult movies and she and I watched them
together.  We left one in the VCR that night and I know you found it."

   It was Paul's turn to blush.  He HAD found it by mistake one morning
when he punched the PLAY button.  What he saw had astonished him and he'd
jacked off three times before noon that day.  He didn't know the actress'
name, but she had taken on two guys at once, one guy solo several times and
then two other women.  He'd tried to rewind the film and put it right back
at the same place in the film as where he'd found it, but there were so
many sex scenes he obviously had chosen the wrong one in his excitement. 
His mother knew?

   Another thought seemed to rise up in the very back of his mind.  Unable
to sleep, he had wandered downstairs the night that Alicia was at the
house. His mother and Alicia were both curled up on the couch, asleep.  At
the time, he had assumed they'd simply fallen asleep watching television -
which was still turned on - but now, remembering the scenes with the two
women having sex, he began to wonder.....

   But that thought was driven out of his mind as his mother moved her hips
slightly and pressed against him.  "If you saw that tape, Paul, you know
what to do.  You can do anything you like with me - tonight - and try
anything you want.  I want whatever you can give me."

   His cock, which had deflated slightly during this time, now suddenly
sprang back to life.  "Anything?"

   "Make Mommy happy," she said, hips grinding with more urgency now, "by
making yourself happy."

   Paul kissed her.  It was a gentle kiss, light on the lips, and then he
felt his mother's hot-tipped tongue trace a path across his closed lips. 
Instinctively, he opened his mouth a bit and felt the tongue enter him,
touching his tongue and swirling the tip.  He responded by moving his
tongue and entered her mouth, their juices mixing and their heat rising. 
The gentle kiss deepened and she clutched at him and pulled him even more
tightly to her.

   "Fuck your mommy," she said in a breathless voice as they separated
slightly.  "Please fuck your mommy good."

   Paul's cock was straining now and he rolled on top of his mother.  She
urged him upwards a little and he found himself sitting astride her at the
tummy.  She raised her head slightly and took hold of his throbbing tool,
carefully laying it down between her breasts.  Then, she placed her long
fingers on either side of her tits and pressed them together so that they
engulfed his cock.

   "Fuck mommy's titties," she said.  "Please...."

   Paul began to move forward and back, feeling the ecstasy of his dick
moving between the soft mounds of his mother's boobs.  In the shadows, her
pale skin that matched her beautiful red hair seemed almost like moonlight.
His mouth dry, Paul humped faster, his cockhead appearing and disappearing
from the opening between her tits near her throat.  His mother put her head
back and licked her dry lips.  Those full lips then opened slightly and she
moaned softly.  "Do mommy's titties turn you on?" she asked.  "Do they feel
good all around your big cock?"

   "Yessssss...." He managed.  "They're so beautifulllllll...."

   "They're your titties," she said.  "Yours.....All yours....."

   Pre-cum ran in rivulets from his piss-slit as he moved faster now, and
she knew he wouldn't last long this way.  Lisa put her head up and managed
to position herself so that her lips touched at his cockhead as it moved
up, sucking as it came to her lips.

   "MOMMMMMM," he said.

   "That's all right," she cooed.  "Let it go.  Mommy wants it all....this
way....first.  Then.....we'll play....when you don't have such a big load
to lose...."

   The shadows moved now across her face, softening it.  Paul looked down
and saw his mother squirming with delight and anticipation.  The thought of
what was happening - his cock sliding between those beautiful breasts, the
ones he'd lusted after when he'd seen just a hint of cleavage in bathing
suits and dresses.  The breasts he'd seen through the window when he peeked
at her, firm and proud and pink-tipped with hard, beautifully sculpted
nipples.  The bresats that now held his cock, the breasts of his mother so
pliant and firm at the same time, hot.

   "MOMMMMMMM!" he said again, although it more a strangled cry, and he
felt his cock surge upwards toward her face as it shot gobs of cum into the
air.  Some of it landed on those perfect breasts, some on her face, some in
her hair.  He collapsed on her, breathing heavily, and she wrapped her arms
around him.  Still fighting for air, he managed to roll over and lay in his
side.  His mother smiled, taking her finger and brushing across one patch
of cum on her breast.  She brought it to her lips and tasted it, licking
the tip.

   "You're so very good," she said.

   Then, she reached over and took her still damp towel from the pool and
carefully cleaned herself, lying back.

   "Are you all right?' she asked after he had laid there for a time.  It
could have been two minutes and it could have been two hours, he wasn't
sure.

   Paul managed to nod.  "Are you?"

   "Oh, yes," she said, and looped an arm around him.

   In another moment he was atop her, between her legs, and he felt those
legs wrap around him and hold him so his cock was at the center of her
heat. She began to move her hips gently, rotating them, dry-humping him. 
He looked down into her eyes, distant and yet fire-bright.

   "You're so young," she said, "and strong.  You can make mommy so happy,
so quickly.  I feel you getting hard again...wanting me."

   It was true.  If this was to be their only night together, his body was
responding with almost miraculous regeneration!

   She moved faster now, her long fingers reaching down and taking hold of
his cock.  Suddenly she flipped him around and moved down, taking his shaft
in her hand.  Then, without hesitation, she plunged her head down and took
him into her mouth.

   Paul groaned.  The feeling of her warm mouth was more than he'd ever
experienced.  Here was his mother, naked, breasts swaying, sucking him off.
She bobbed her head faster and he felt himself responding, growing harder
now.  She gently played with his balls as she sucked and he would have
given anything to have cum between those lips, to have filled her
completely with yet another load, but his mother had other ideas.

   She lay back, legs open, and he glanced down at her lovely cunt.  There
was a patch of the soft, cottony red hair over her slit, but he could see
clearly what awaited him.  His mother pulled him closer, taking his erect
penis in her hand, and guided him to the opening.  He stiffened even more
and then felt the heat on his cockhead as he slipped into the tight, wet,
warm velvet glove of his mother's pussy.

   It was like moving into a hot massage and he began to recall the things
he'd seen in that video, the one his mother and her friend Alicia had
watched.  With that knowledge, Paul began to move.  His cock had cum twice
now and he felt he could last a little longer - something he knew his
mother had carefully arranged.  Confident now, he began to move quickly but
firmly, slapping his belly against his mother's as his cock rose and fell,
appearing and disappearing into the faint red storm of hair.

   "Oh god......" his mother moaned, head back and eyes fluttering.  "Oh
god, yes!  Make mommy's pussy feel good, baby.  Make it happen for
mommy...."

   Paul moved faster now, sweat starting to form on his back.  He felt a
strange sense of power that moved above and beyond his excitement.  His
cock was sliding in and out of his mother's pussy!  It was hungry for him,
the pussy lips glistening and swallowing every move.  The hot, clasping
begging for what he could give her - a son's stiff cock.  Fragrant juices
were everywhere, on the bed, on his cock.  His mother whimpered and threw
her head from side to side as he fucked her harder now, settling into a
rhythm that seemed as if it might on forever.

   "Stir it for me, baby," she said.  "Stir up all my juices....around and
around...."

   Hearing this, he began to move his hips in a more circular motion so
that his cockhead, now deep within his mother, would tease and massage the
wildly tingling walls of her inner pussy.  That seemed to throw his mother
into another world and she babbled, bucking her hips wildly to meet his
motions.  Suddenly, in the midst of this power and passion, he realized he
was about to come again, the swollen cunt lips which wrapped around him
were so tight and so hot and so forbidden.

   "Yes, baby," she managed.  "Now, baby.  Come with your mother.  Come on,
baby.  I'm......  I'm....CUMMING!!!!"

   With that, she broke off into a wild spasm and scream that drove Paul
into his own explosion.  Their juices mingled as he shot one more time up
in her.  She screamed, desperately rotating her hips, and he filled her
crack with his own heat as she gave back the same.  They moved together in
a kind of dance, out of control but in control.  The feeling went on and on
as he spurted into her and the pulsating folds of her pussy drank in all he
gave, rippling along and squeezing his shaft.

   They fell together, holding each other, and lay panting and sweating in
the coolness of the shadows.  Paul lay, panting, and felt her long fingers
move along his temple, down his cheek, and to his chest.

   "Sleep, baby," she said, breath jagged.  "Sleep next to mommy.  We have
one more time before our night is over.  One more time for something so
special and secret."

   He wondered what that might be, but sleep overtook him.  He drifted off
and seemed to hear from a distance his mother saying something about, "a
naughty mommy with very naughty thoughts."

   END OF CHAPTER THREE

   CHAPTER FOUR

   Paul awoke somewhere in the night with his mother's lips wrapped around
his cock, suckling it and drawing it back to its full hardness.  He groaned
and reached down, lacing his fingers through her long red hair and holding
her so as to get every inch of his cock down her throat.  He felt his toes
curl and he arched his back, feeling her bob up and down along his shaft as
she sucked furiously.

   Then, she looked up at him, pulled her head back slowly so that his cock
made a gradual and sensual appearance from between her lips.  She smiled,
sweetly, that same smile he had seen all his life.  It was a mixture that
offered security (as only a mother could) with a kind of sexy pout that
drove him crazy.

   "How's my very big boy?" she asked.

   "Fine," he said in a dry voice.  "You're wonderful, mom."

   "Do you want to sleep some more?" she asked.  "Our night is almost over
and wanted you to have one more taste of me before the sun comes up."

   "I want you," he said.

   "I've been awake, watching you," she said.  "I showered to make myself
all fresh for you, too, and I was going to let you sleep a little longer
but I couldn't stand it.  Not when I saw what you had waiting for me."

   She took another lick of his cock, eyes closed, and kissed the head. 
"You have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen."

   He blushed.  "Thank you."

   "Did you see the entire video the other night?" she asked.  "All the
naughty parts."

   "I think so."

   She laughed.  "And did it turn you on?"

   He nodded.  "Yes."

   "And who did you think of when you masturbated?"

   The blush on his face deepened.  "I thought about you, mom."

   She gave a little squeal.  "Really?" She took his cock into her mouth
one more time, slowly and then drew it out again with great care and
deliberation as if savoring the flavor a long, perfect lollypop.  "And what
would you like to do to your mom?"

   Paul ran his tongue around his lips.

   "Show mommy," she said, sitting up slightly and spreading her legs. 
"Show me something, and I'll show you something."

   Emboldened, Paul moved and lowered his head between his mother's legs.
She had taken a shower, yes, and had put on some kind of powder that
smelled wonderful.  Through it all came a fragrance, though, that was
purely her own.  He suddenly felt hungry and put his face down, remembering
what one of the men in the nasty video had done to the woman.  Paul began
to tongue his mother's pussy, lightly at first, flicking along the slit. 
His mother reacted immediately with a stiffness that ran through her entire
body.  "Oh, god," she moaned.  "Yes."

   Her fingers touched at his head and guided him slightly to one side
where his tongue felt a small rise.

   "That's it," she said, wildly.  "That's where you lick mommy.  Lick
everywhere, but come back to that one spot....please....That's mommy's
clitty....."

   Paul obeyed.  His tongue again moved up and down the slit, darting
inside now and then to taste his mother's juices.  He became drunk,
intoxicated by her fragrance and taste, and licked faster and deeper,
always returning to that clitty spot where he would lick and suck, his
tongue swirling flattened against it.  He felt a strange but strong
connection to his mother's movements - perhaps because she was his mother.
He knew what made her feel good by her tensing and rippling, by the way she
thrashed about.  He licked faster at the clitty, which now seemed to grow
larger and larger.  He was able to suck the area up slightly and the clitty
responded by offering itself.  As his mother's pussy juices ran down his
chin, coating his face, he worked faster and harder.  He reached up along
her flat tummy and took ahold of her nipples, taking one between each thumb
and index finger.  He began to twist and pull as he ate out his mother, her
screams growing louder now.  The noise moved through his entire body as if
bypassing his ears and, indeed, her thighs suddenly clamped down on his
ears.

   She was close now, closer, and then it was as if the heavens opened and
the rain fell.  Her juice suddenly flowed like honey in the sun and Paul
felt his mother flog about wildly, bucking, hips thrusting as she screamed.
This was an orgasm far more powerful than the ones that came before and he
relished the taste and feel of her as she came.

   Those beautiful, soft thighs relaxed and his mother turned over to one
side, body heaving with the efforts to catch her breath.

   "Perfect....." she managed.  "My god, you're perfect....I thought I was
going to die."

   Paul smiled up at her.  He had heard about men kissing women's pussies
and, indeed, had seen the actor in the movie doing it to the star as she
lay on a couch with her legs spread.  The idea had seemed odd to him,
something he hadn't wanted to consider trying.  To put it mildly, it looked
gross.  But now, having tasted his mother's warm cunt, having had the
juices all over his face and tongue, having felt that power of the orgasm
that ripped her, he was more than eager to do it again and moved to her
thighs, kissing them.

   "Wait," she said.  "No, I'm too sensitive.  And I have something else I
want.  Something else I need from you before our night is over."

   She began to rub his cock - which was already hard - and then she
reached over and took some kind of tube from beneath her pillow, guiding a
portion of the contents onto her open palm.  Paul waited.  She smeared it
around her hands and then reached back down to take hold of his dick,
moving up and down the shaft.  The liquid felt oddly warm and soothing, but
the touch was pure electricity and got him even hotter.  He sat, back
resting against the headboard of the huge bed, and watched as his mother's
fingers expertly moved around him, covering his cock and releasing it,
coating it with a generous amount of the lotion.

   "What????" he began.

   "Just wait," she said.  "I want you...."

   With another squirt of the lotion into her hands, she moved her fingers
down to her cunt and then back, lower somehow, her eyes fluttering.

   "Mom???" Paul began, but then decided to wait and see what she had in
mind.

   His mother got up on her knees, brushing her long red hair off her
shoulders so it fell down her back.  She got on all fours now, her ample
breasts hanging down so that they now looked even larger.  "Get behind me,"
she commanded.  He saw a different look in her eyes now, one that
frightened him a little.  She looked so intense, so completely wild with
her needs, that he was uncertain and paused.  "Now," she said.  "Mommy
needs you so bad.  Mommy wants you to put that perfect cock right up my
ass."

   Paul was astonished by what he heard.  "Yours ass?" he asked.

   "Please.  I haven't had it that way in so long.  I may never again.  But
tonight...I want my son to fuck me in the ass.  I'll die if you don't, I
swear it!  I've been naughty, fucking my own son.  I have to be punished. I
have to be treated like I'm naughty.  Please....  Show me how naughty I
really am."

   The idea of having his mother in that way suddenly ignited his brain. 
He moved up onto his knees, his cock growing even harder, and he inched
closer.

   "Spank me," she said.

   He was unsure and said, "What?"

   "Spank me.  Mommy's so naughty.  I let you come all over my titties,
didn't I?  Isn't that terrible?  I held them up for you, played with the
nipples, pulled them, made you come all over me."

   Paul looked down at his mother's beautifully rounded ass, so white and
trembling slightly in the shadows.  He wet his lips a moment and then gave
her a gentle kind of slap.  There was a dull kind of WHACK and his mother
spasmed.

   "But I've been SOOOO naughty," she said.  "I played with my pussy in
front of you.  I let you fuck my titties, remember?  I let you put your
hard teenage cock right there and I held that cock with my tits.  I let you
moveup and down between them...."

   Paul gave her another slap, a little harder this time.

   "Yes, and then I sucked you off, Paul.  That cock I've been seeing for
your whole life, watching it grow.  I'm your mother, Paul, and I sucked
your dick and made you come all over my face and hair...."

   Paul spanked her again, harder still, but it was the sound that seemed
to turn her on.  She rocked forward, her great breasts swaying.

   "And I let you fuck me, Paul.  Your own mother.  I let your big cock
into my tight pussy and I made you cum all up inside me.  You filled me up,
sweetie.  You filled mommy's cunt up and you let me have it all...I've been
so naughty.  Treat me like the naughty mom I am..."

   Paul was beginning to get dizzy with passion.  He was only half aware of
her fingers now as they reached back and took hold of his cock, directing
it toward her puckering little anus, half hidden betwen the pink-flushed
ass cheeks.

   "Fuck mommy's ass," she said.  "Make me feel naughty...."

   His mother had greased his cock with expert attention and had also
managed to put some of the lotion on her anal mouth.  Paul's cock was
guided by her fingers until it touched the opening.  He looked down, drunk
now with power and passion, and spread her quivering ass cheeks to reveal
her hole.  He placed a finger at his cockhead and moved slowly forward.

   "Yessssssssssss....." she hissed, head back.  Her long red hair now
spilled across her flawless back.  "Slowly.  Make mommy feel naughty,
baby...."

   Paul's cockhead moved forward slowly and met some resistance.  Then,
amazingly, it popped inside and the snug anal ring closed around it.  His
mother screamed and cursed.

   "I'm so fucking naughty, baby.  I've been so bad.  That's it.  Make me
even more naughty."

   Paul felt his cock moved deeper now in the passion inflamed anal
passage, the round of her buttocks joggling as they took the pressure of
his tool.  His mother's eyes were closed now, but there was a smile on her
face of bliss.

   "Yes, baby.  Your dick is in mommy's ass now and it feels so good.  So
tight, so big, so ready to shoot that jism all up inside me."

   Paul started moving now, the cock going in and out of the squirming hot
passage.  The tight elastic anal ring squeezed down on him now and held,
her ass puckering in desire.  Her upthrust anal cheeks quivered as he began
to pound harder now, moving wildly.  Each time he came forward and his body
slapped at hers, those tits bounced and jiggled, hot, a shock wave going
through them.

   "Faster!" she said.

   He obeyed, his dick pounding her ass with unbridled passion.  Her sweet
behind clenched widly as her nether hole tightened even further, the
passion building.

   Paul was somewhere else now, head spinning.  His cock was moving in and
out of his mother's ass faster now, pumping deep.

   "Give it all to me," she screamed.  "Make me yours.  I'm your slave. 
I'm your mother and I can't help wanting you up my ass, baby.  I'm so
naughty.  Such a naughty mother...."

   Then, her words gave way to grunts and screams.  In his wildness, Paul
slapped her ass again and again, far more gently than it sounded, just
enough to spark her on.  His tool was inflamed with passion and with jism
aching to be set free, but still the two pounded, his cock deeper and
deeper, her passion growing, her screams louder.

   Finally he felt everything within his mother begin to tremble and shake.
With his cock up his mother's ass he could feel all of her passion rising,
holding, and then beginning to break forth in a wild release.  At that same
moment he felt himself ready, balls poised to empty, and he moved faster.
The two screamed at the same time and Paul felt rivers of cum pour out of
him up his own mother's hot, throbbing ass.

   "Up my ass!!!" she screamed.  "Up your mommy's hot, naughty ass!!!!"

   He came and came again as she bucked wildly, screaming and thrashing
about.  Jism poured from him and the heat seemed to spread through her
entire body as she came, too, breasts bouncing and eyes rolled up.

   Then, panting, they lay together.  They didn't move for quite some time
until she finally pulled free.  Paul felt the last tug of her hot passage
as he popped out and he lay helpless.  His mother kissed his neck and cheek
and vanished.  From somewhere in the distance he heard the sound of water
running.  She reappeared and guided him to a hot soapy bath where he could
relax even further.  He was so weak, he remembered times when he had been
sick and had been taken care of by his lovely mom.

   He relaxed down into the water and felt every muscle in his body give
way.  He had never been so sleepy, so tired, so at peace.  After a while
his mother came back in and took a wash rag and soaped it up, giving him a
perfect hot back rub and cleansing before drying him off and putting him
back in bed.

   The sun was coming up.  He could see the rays of light through the
window.  Their one night was over and he wished it would never have ended.
But it had.  And he slept.

   It was noon when he awakened - noon on a Saturday - and he was sleeping
in his mom's bed.  He sat up, startled, and then realized where he was and
that none of what had happened had been a dream.  It had all been very,
very real.

   Naked, he stood up and wavered a bit as he walked toward the door.  He
found his towel on the floor and wrapped it around him and slowly walked
down the hall.  He wondered if his mom was out swimming?  That was when he
heard a soft moan from a woman's voice.

   Not his mom.

   He carefully peeked around the corner into the living room.  There on
the couch was his mother, naked, her long red hair going every direction.
Alicia, her best friend, was going down on her, expertly licking at his
mother's sweet red cunt.  Both women were unaware he was there.  Alicia,
taller than his mother and more slender, had blonde hair that fell to her
shoulders and, if anything, her breasts seemed larger than his mother's. 
They had more of a droop to them.  Her ass...it was perfect.  It was
sticking up in the air, too, as Alicia worked her tongue faster and faster
on Paul's mother.

   His mother was grabbing at her own nipples, tugging at them.  Paul was
getting hard.  Alicia was beautiful.  Her ass was maybe fifteen steps away
from him, waiting.  His cock was harder now, and he stroked it, peering
around the corner.

   Alicia was beautiful, yes.
   But he was watching mom.  
   
   THE END????