From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Mom Helps Out
Date: 2 Aug 1996 15:48:06 GMT

			    Mom Helps Out

	Mom and I never had our talk the day she had the difference of
opinion with her sister, but about a week later she sent Susan out to
my darkroom to tell me she wanted to see me in her room.

	She was in another negligee, but this one was much thinner
than the previous one I had seen her wearing, so I was able to see the
nipples of her rather large breasts quite clearly, as she swung around
on her vanity stool to face me when I entered the room.

	"Close the door dear," she smiled, flushing as she saw my
appreciative eyes sliding over her scantily clothed body. "Aunt Norma
is in town today, but I wouldn't want Susan to see me dressed this way
with you in my room."

	"I was just wondering dear," she said in a soft tone, the
flush in her face deepening now, as she looked up into my eyes, when I
stood before her, "if you're suffering now that Marie is gone, because
I haven't forgotten my promise to help you when you get yourself all
worked up."

	Actually I didn't need any help at all, but I couldn't tell
her that I was now fucking Susan on an almost daily basis out in my
darkroom, so I did what any good American boy would do under similar
circumstances, I lied.

	"I try not to think about it," I said, finding I was almost
choking on the words, as I let my eyes drop to her lap and discovered
that I could now make out the dark shadow of her pubic forest beneath
the thin material, "and if that doesn't work I take a cold shower."

	"Oh you poor baby," she whispered, smiling up at me, as she
reached out and unbuckled my belt, "you should have told me, I would
have taken care of it for you."

	If I had screwed Susan that day, as I usually did when she was
finished making the beds, my prick might not have responded so
quickly, but now my passions soared, as I looked down into her smiling
face, so by the time she had pushed down my pants and shorts my eager
young shaft sprung forth, hard and ready for fucking!

	"Oh God," she murmured, staring at the throbbing cock as she
took it in her warm hand, then in a more controlled voice she
whispered, smiling as she once more lifted her eyes to my face, her
hand moving slowly back and forth on the thick shaft, "You really do
need some help don't you darling?"

	At this point it I was too excited to do anything but grin
back at her, but I was already wondering how she intended to take care
of me. She didn't leave me wondering for long however, for she
suddenly leaned forward and engulfed the bloated head of my hard prick
in her warm moist mouth, never taking her eyes from my face, even as
she moved her head back and forth slowly, letting her full lips slide
over the rubbery head, until it was almost out of her mouth, before
sliding it back in again.

	"Don't hold back darling," she whispered, releasing the prick
from its oral trap for a brief moment, "let it go whenever you're
ready to give it to me."

	She had barely gotten the cock back into her mouth when it
exploded, shooting the searing cock juice down her throat! I had come
so quickly that she gagged for a second before hastily swallowing the
rest of it, as it pumped into her tightly clamped mouth, then her hand
was milking it as she sucked away the last vestige of my sexual
tribute.

	"Satisfied now sweetheart," she whispered, smiling up at me
again, daintily wiping the remains of my hot offering from her lips,
with a tissue from her vanity, "or would you like to fuck me too?"

	It was strangely exciting to hear my own mother asking me if I
wanted to fuck her, not only had I never heard her use that word, but
now with my cock juice still coating her tongue, I was not only able
to accept the idea of her using such language, but able to actually
tell her that I wanted to fuck her.

	Even though I was no virgin anymore, when she positioned
herself on the bed, it was the first I had ever seen a woman totally
naked, so even after I had stripped myself, scrambled between her
lifted knees and into her waiting arms, my young cock was still as
hard as a rock.

	Due to the length of time her poor little pussy had been
neglected, Mom felt some discomfort when I forced the hard shaft into
her fiery pit, but once she had greased it with her natural
lubrication, she went berserk, as she tried to make up for all the
years she had been denied the pleasure of being fucked.

	Happily for the two of us, her foresight of draining my balls
before letting me get my cock into her hot hungry cunt, we were able
to fuck until she was completely exhausted.

	"Oh God darling," she gasped, staring up at me with pleading
eyes, "I can't take anymore, give it to me now!"

	"You want me to cum in you, Mom?!!" I asked in surprise,
feeling my own climax approaching as I stared down into her beautiful,
smiling face.

	"Oh, yes darling," she whispered, punctuating each word with a
gasp as I hammered the breath out of her, "put it in me. Give me all
you've got lover, give it to me!"

	No longer the least bit embarrassed, I scooped up her legs and
threw them over my shoulders, leaning forward so her knees were almost
beside her face, ramming my throbbing prick into her quivering cunt,
until it was completely buried, before releasing my hot load sticky
cock juice.

	Mom lay there smiling up at me with glittering, lust-filled
eyes, as my cock jerked and pulsed within her, squirting my hot load
deep in her heaving belly. After I had finished draining my aching
balls in her drooling cunt, I let my mother's legs slip from my
shoulders and collapsed on top of her, both of us panting loudly.

	She allowed me to savor the fabulous sensation of her educated
cunt milking the last drops of semen from the buried prick, until it
finally slipped from her of its own accord, before gently pushing me
from her perspiring body.

	"Come on darling," she whispered, "we have to get cleaned up
before Norma gets home. I don't want her to know I'm letting you fuck
me."

	When I had entered her room, I had been a young man full of
life and vitality, but when I left it, I felt like a tired old man. My
knees were actually shaking as I made my way downstairs to the kitchen
for a cup of coffee to give me strength.

	"My god, you look terrible!" Ruth laughed, as I almost
staggered into the kitchen, "Sit down, before you fall down!"

	"What have you been doing you young devil?" she grinned, after
pouring me the needed coffee and sitting down across the table from
me, as I sipped the hot brew, her amused eyes meeting mine, "Taking
some more pictures with Susan again?"

	"No," I grinned back at her, "besides the next time I want to
take those kind of pictures, I'm going to take YOU to the greenhouse."

	"Forget it, honey!" she laughed, flushing brightly, but never
taking her eyes from my face, "I'd kill you!"

	"Who knows," I laughed, sipping some more coffee, "I might
want to commit suicide!"

	We had no more time to pursue the subject, for Susan came
rushing in to inform us that she thought Aunt Norma was moving out!

	Perhaps I shouldn't have been so vindictive, but when I
arrived in the living room and found Mom and her sister engaged in a
rather emotional discussion about Aunt Norma wanting to move out on
her own. As I sat down beside my mother on the sofa, she continued
trying to persuade Aunt Norma that she should remain with us, at least
until she had found some sort of employment. It was then, for the
first time since Aunt Norma moved in on us, I took her side by telling
Mom to let her go if she wasn't happy with us.

	The expression on Aunt Norma's face, when I spoke, was enough
to convince me that all this talk of leaving was merely a sham to get
her sister's sympathy, so Mom would make concessions to her to
persuade her to stay with us and I lost no time in expressing my
opinion.

	"She hasn't been happy here since you fired Marie," I
repeated, grinning at Aunt Norma as I spoke, "so why force her to stay
when she's so unhappy? After all, if she finds it so terrible living
here with nothing to do but go shopping for you once in a  while, let
her go, maybe she enjoys working for a living."

	"I suppose you're right dear," Mom sighed, from the glint of
amusement in her eyes, she obviously also realized the truth now, "it
would be selfish on us to insist she stay here if she's so unhappy."

	It was hard to control the laughter I felt bubbling up within
me, for Aunt Norma was staring at her sister in open disbelief, for it
was all too obvious that she had never expected her sister to agree to
her leaving, despite their earlier disagreement.

	"Well what do you expect me to do?" she asked, her usual self-
confidence shattered now as she tried desperately to find a way to
back off from her threat to leave and still save face, "You've made it
all too clear that you don't care about me anymore, ever since you
fired Marie and never got another maid to take her place."

	"If only reason you want to leave is so you can have a maid,"
I grinned, not giving my mother an opportunity to offer her one, "why
don't you hire one for yourself?"

	"It seems as though Bill understands your problem better than
I do," Mom grinned, getting to her feet now, "so I'll leave it up to
the two of you to decide what you're going to do."

	As I watched Aunt Norma's expression, I wished I had my camera
with me, for it was something that should have been saved for
posterity. She stood there staring, in speechless dismay, at the back
of her departing sister, her expression giving mute testimony that she
had never dreamed that her future would depend on me, when she had
tried this ploy to regain her former position of authority.

	In all the years I had known her, I had never seen Aunt Norma
look as dejected as she did when she turned to face me, after we heard
her sister's bedroom door close behind her.

	"All right," she sighed, flushing brightly as her dull
lifeless looking eyes met my amused ones, "you win. I'm smart enough
to know when I'm beaten, so what do I have to do to stay here?"

	"I thought you wanted to leave," I asked in mock surprise,
"how come the sudden change of mind?"

	"You know damn well I never wanted to leave," she said, in a
flat voice, "so let's stop kidding each other now and tell me what I
have to do to stay on here."

	"Why not just tell her that you've changed your mind about
leaving?" I asked, stalling for time, for I knew damn well she would
never have given me the satisfaction of admitting defeat, if she had
any place else to go, but I needed time to decide how I would make her
pay for all the past the grievances she had done me.

	"You know damn well I can't do that without admitting I was
bluffing and she would never forgive me for using those tactics with
her, so we both know that you're my only hope of staying on here now,"
she replied, proving she was smart enough to realize I also wasn't a
fool, "Now tell me what I'm going to have to do to get your support."

	She knew without my telling her, her cheeks flaming, as I
lifted my eyes from her long slim legs to her flushed face, leering at
her like a true cad, but to my astonishment, neither her expression
nor her voice showed any of the indignation and disgust I had
expected.

	"If that's your price," she said in a cold unemotional voice,
"I guess I'll have to pay it."

	"That's my price," I grinned, recovering from her calm
acceptance of my visual suggestion, "but I'm not going to take you,
you're going to do it to me."

	"You mean you're just going to lie there and make me do it to
you?" she asked, staring at me incredulously, for it had been quite
clear from her attitude that she intended to deprive me of any
pleasure I might get from her, by lying like a corpse while I used her
body.

	"Now you've got it!" I laughed, enjoying the expression on her
face now to the fullest, as I watched her picturing in her mind what
it would be like impaling herself on my cock.

	"Isn't it enough that you're making me a prostitute," she
asked, visibly shaken now, as she continued to stare at me, "without
making me do it to you?"

	"I'm no fool," I replied, watching her carefully as I spoke,
"I know damn well you would somehow arrange for Mom to catch me
screwing you, but if you're the one taking the initiative, you're
going to have a hard time convincing her that it was my idea."

	"Why would I do anything like that for God's sake?" she asked,
trying hard to keep her eyes from wavering from my probing ones, "I
couldn't admit I did it to get you to allow me to stay, without
admitting I had no intention of moving in the first place."

	"So she would think I forced you to do it," I grinned,
returning her gaze as I spoke, "which would accomplish the two things
you want most right now, give you the upper hand over her again and a
chance to get rid of me, by proving I really am a sex maniac after all
and should be sent away to that military school."

	"What do you think she would do to you," she asked with
flicker of hope in her tone, "if I were to tell her that you want to
turn her sister into a whore?"

	"Be my guest," I laughed, determined I wasn't about to give
her anything that she might think would upset me, "but I suggest you
pack your bags first, because she is going to think you have a one
track mind, if you use the same old story of my forcing myself on a
woman."

	"If I do what you want," she asked, her tone and expression
telling me more eloquently than words that she knew she had no
alternative now, "how can I be sure that you won't arrange to have her
catch us in the act and blame me for it all, so she will end up
throwing me out anyway?"

	"Oh come on," I chuckled, letting my eyes slide over her well
shaped body as I spoke, "if you're good at it, why would I want her to
catch us?"

	"When do you want me to do it?" she asked meekly, her cheeks
flaming again, as she dropped her eyes to her hands that she was
wringing in her lap.

	"Suppose you come to my room tonight," I replied softly,
"after she's gone to bed, then we will both be undressed and
comfortable?"

	"All right," she said, her voice quivering, "but don't expect
me to be as good at it as Marie, because I only did it once when I was
still in high school."

	It was past midnight, when Aunt Norma slipped silently into my
darkened bedroom, but not before light from the hall had illuminated
her lovely naked body through the thin nightgown she was wearing,
confirming my suspicion that she had a beautiful figure, that her
usual attire concealed completely.

	"Oh God, turn out the light!" she gasped, when I flicked on
the lamp on my night table, which allowed me the pleasure of seeing
her feminine charms more clearly, "It's bad enough I'm here without
being embarrassed even more by letting you see me dressed this way!"

	"You might as well get used to it, honey," I grinned, making
no move to turn out the light as I let my eyes feast on her clearly
visible body, "because in a minute you're going to be showing me a lot
more than you're doing now, so stop wasting time and take off that
pretty nightgown before it gets torn, and come to bed like a good
girl."

	"You are a bastard," she said softly, as she looked at me with
something closer to hatred than anything else, before pulling the
flimsy material over her head, "You could at least treat me like a
woman, instead of lying there inspecting me like a piece of meat."

	"If you don't know the difference between a man admiring a
lovely looking woman and one looking at a piece of meat," I laughed,
as she stood before me, naked and defiant, staring down at me, "I can
understand why you never got married."

	Some of the hardness left her eyes at my words and a flush
came to her cheeks, as she suddenly threw up the sheet under which I
was lying and slipped in beside me.

	"Now will you please turn out the lights?" she asked, sounding
a little breathless as her warm leg came in contact with my own naked
body.

	Without saying anything I did as she asked, for I could feel
my cock stiffening at the first touch of her warm skin, then as I lay
back next to her, she spoke again, her voice actually trembling now.

	"How do I do it to you?" she asked, sounding as though she was
going to cry at any minute, as I slipped my hand between her warm damp
thighs and began to slide a finger along her pussy's tight lips, but
she didn't try to resist me in the least, even when I began to gently
probe between them.

	"Relax," I whispered, surprised when I felt her pussy already
coating my finger with her natural lubrication, "I'll do it to you
this time."

	She didn't speak again, until I had thrown off the sheet and
was preparing to fuck her, her whole body trembling as she timidly
slipped her arms around my neck.

	"Oh God don't hurt me!" she sobbed softly, as I probed the
lips of her still tight, but now well lubricated cunt, with the
bloated head of my eager cock, "It feels so big, I don't know if I'll
be able to take it!"

	"Oh Lord!" she gasped, when I suddenly plunged it into her
tight slippery cunt right up to the hilt, her arms damn near breaking
my neck as she squeezed it, then with a rather surprised tone, she
whispered in a quivering voice, more to herself than to me, "My God!
You're in me!"

	When I slowly started fucking her, she gradually relaxed, then
as I continued to pound away at her tender clinging pussy, she began
moaning deep in her throat and her hips began to pump up to meet each
thrust of my aching prick, until she was throwing herself around like
a woman possessed, her warm spends soaking my bed.

	"Oh God," she moaned, in a gasping whisper, "I love it, it
feels so good, I wish it would never end."

	After having fucked my mother earlier, I thought for a while
that my horny aunt would get her wish. Mom had drained my balls so
completely I was having a hard time getting excited enough to give her
the hot load she was now begging me to give her.

	Even if Mom hadn't fucked my brains out that afternoon, the
shock of finding out her cold tight lipped sister was really a cock-
hungry, completely uninhibited woman, once she had a prick stuck in
her tight little cunt, would have been enough to slow my coming.
Naturally, not having to control my emotions so I wouldn't come too
soon, I was able to appreciate the irony of the whole thing, as I
continued to pound away at the moaning woman beneath me, for instead
of making her suffer for her past treatment of me, I seemed to be
giving her more pleasure than she had in years.

	How long I fucked Aunt Norma that night before I finally shot
my hot load into her upthrust cunt, I have no idea, but I do know I
was too exhausted to do anything but fall on top of her gasping for
air, as she rained kissed on my face, her arms so tight around my
neck, I expected to hear it snap at any moment.

	Of course it was some time before I was able to talk again
without gasping between each word, but she still hadn't released her
legs from around me, as she tried to stop my slowly softening cock
from slipping out of her slippery pussy.

	"I'll tell Mom that I appealed to your better nature," I
whispered, after some thought, "and you decided you would stay on for
her sake. Who knows, she might be so touched she'll give you that maid
after all."

	"Why not tell her the truth," she giggled softly, as my cock
finally dropped to her wet thigh, "that it would take a team of horses
to get me away from here now that I know what a fabulous fuck you can
give a woman?"

	It took a little while to convince Aunt Norma that I couldn't
fuck her again that night, but eventually she returned to her own room
a,fter agreeing with my idea of a new maid, leaving me to ponder the
fact that all my elaborate plans for revenge had gone for naught. But
oddly enough, I no longer cared, for I knew, without her saying it, I
had just acquired my most passionate and demanding mistress.

	The next few weeks were rather hectic for me, for Susan came
to my darkroom most afternoons, for a little sexual fun and games,
while my loving mother insisted on relieving my sexual frustrations at
least three times a week, whether I needed any relief or not, but it
was Aunt Norma who nearly killed me, for she would sneak into my room
almost every single night, fucking me until I was too exhausted to
move.

	Fortunately all my mistresses became less passionate as time
passed, not that I wasn't fucking them all still, but they weren't
quite so demanding. Even Aunt Norma had slowed down to the point where
she only came to my room twice a week.

	It was to be expected I suppose, as I learned to satisfy all
my mistresses without killing myself anymore that I should notice
Ruth's figure, as I sat sipping coffee in the kitchen while she stood
by the sink washing dishes.

	She had a very nice body for a woman of forty-five or so, for
though she was thinner than any of the other women in the house, she
still had breasts that pushed out her loose fitting house dress and
her ass though small was nicely rounded, but it was her long slender
legs that were her most outstanding attribute. She wasn't a pretty
woman, but she was still very attractive in a plain sort of way and
her good nature and sense of humor more than made up for her
unspectacular facial features.

	She paid no attention to me as I stood up and took my empty
coffee cup to the sink, but she damn near dropped the dish she was
wearing, when I slipped my arms around her waist, after putting down
the cup and saucer, pulling her back against the hardness of my cock,
that had developed as I had been watching her.

	"Oh God," she laughed, as she put down the dish, "you scared
the hell out of me you young imp!"

	"I have decided that life isn't worth living anymore," I said
softly, encouraged that she hadn't pushed me away yet, "so I decided
to let you help me commit suicide."

	"Oh for God's sake!" she laughed, after a moment or two,
obviously puzzled by my words, then recalling what she had said months
ago, "I'd forgotten all about that, for a minute I thought you were
serious."

	"The question is whether you were serious," I chuckled,
allowing my hands to slip up to her breasts and start kneading them
gently even as I spoke, "or whether you were just bluffing."

	"Oh God, stop it," she whispered nervously, pushing at my
hands, "before someone comes in and sees us."

	"No one is going to come in," I replied softly, resisting her
efforts to push my hands from her firm unfettered breasts, "and you
know it. Susan and Aunt Norma are both out shopping and Mom is in her
room napping."

	"Oh no, stop it honey," she whispered, her nervousness
increasing to near panic, when I slipped my hands from her breasts and
pulled up her house dress, but she made no further attempt at actually
stopping me, "You'll get me fired."

	Encouraged by her lack of resistance, I quickly shoved down
the little panties, revealing her well shaped ass, then quickly
dropped my own shorts and pants, freeing the already hard shaft and
within seconds, I was pushing it between the lips of her tight cunt,
as I pushed her forward over the edge of the sink.

	"Oh my God," she moaned, as her pussy surrendered to the
insistent cock and let it slide into its hot fiery depths, then I was
fucking her from behind with hard powerful thrusts.

	"Uhhhhhhhh, yessssss! Fuck me! But for God's sake hurry up
before we get caught," she whispered, the panic gone now, but not the
nervousness, a few minutes later, as her hot slippery hole greased up
my pumping shaft.

	"Push your ass back," I gasped, hammering her now, as I felt
the heavy load of cock juice beginning to churn up from my aching
balls, "so I can get it in deeper and I'll give it to you."

	"Go ahead," she whispered, a little breathless herself now,
leaning farther forward as she complied with my request, "give it to
me!"

	Looking down, I could see the cream flecked lips of cunt
grasping the thick prick between them, as it slid in and out of her
and that was exciting enough to trigger my climax.

	Pulling her back with both hands on her hips, I buried the
pulsing cock as deep as possible, then she was moaning softly as she
felt the hot load of love juice squirting into her belly.

	Naturally as soon as I finished unloading my sex offering, I
withdrew the dripping prick from her swollen pussy, allowing her to
straighten up again.

	"You little devil," she said softly, turning to face me, as
she pulled up her panties again, ignoring the sticky cream dribbling
down her thighs, as she faced me, her face as red as fire, "you could
have gotten me fired, if your aunt or mother had caught us."

	"I don't know if I can believe you," I grinned, realizing she
wasn't the least bit angry with me for fucking her, only worried about
getting fired for letting me do it, "after all you said you would kill
me and here I am alive and well."

	"All right lover," she grinned, her voice still barely more
than a whisper, as she suddenly reached out and took my hand, pulling
me toward the kitchen door as she spoke, "come to my room, where we
won't have to worry about being caught and you can finish the job you
started, then we'll see whether you're alive and well by the time I
get done with you."

	By the time I left her bedroom about an hour later, I was
sorry I had given into my impulse to fuck her, for she had damn near
succeeded in making good her promise of killing me. She had fucked me
continuously, pinching me, to cool my ardor, when I was getting ready
to come, then driving me to nearly climaxing again, before repeating
the whole thing again, so she was able to prolong our wild bout until
she was completely satisfied.

	It was amazing, for as I sat, totally exhausted, at the
kitchen table, sipping another cup of coffee, she was once again
busily working around the kitchen, as though nothing had happened. No
one would have believed that only a few minutes earlier she had been
fucking like a wild woman, for after a quick shower, donning a fresh
house dress and her hair back in place, she looked exactly the way she
had when I had first entered the kitchen.

	"What's the matter dear," she grinned, pouring herself a cup
of coffee finally and sitting down opposite me, "was Ruth too much for
her lover boy?"

	"God you were fabulous," I replied honestly, as I grinned at
her, "but for a while I thought you really were going to kill me after
all."

	"You're pretty fabulous yourself honey," she whispered,
reaching over the table to take my hand as she looked into my eyes,
"I've never been so well fucked in my whole life."

	With the addition of Ruth to my string of mistresses, I was
now fucking every woman in the house, but, even though it was a highly
enjoyable pastime, I had little time for anything else, for when I
wasn't actually fucking, I had to rest up for the next time I would be
in bed with one of them.

	My plans for vengeance had backfired on me, for I all I
accomplished was making a physical wreck of myself and my troubles
aren't over yet, because Mom is talking about me getting married,
assuring me that if my wife neglects me, she'll take care of me
sexually. Naturally, all the other women assured me of the same thing,
when Mom made her plans for me known. My only hope now is that my
future wife will hate sex, but the way my luck is running, she will
probably be a fucking nymphomaniac!

			       The End