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A captivating account of a son's lifelong love for his
beautiful Mother. Told from a third person perspective,
this story traces an eighteen year old's initial
admission of his unrequited love for his 34 year old
Mother. From his initial admission, the story traces how
a forbidden fantasy evolves into a fully matured romantic
love affair between Mother and Son. Scrupulous details
depict their ascent toward marriage, and sexual rapture
between the two.

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This story is entirely fictional. The characters in this
story are not real, nor are
they in any way related to
any real living individual. The intent is strictly for
the enjoyment of all readers, and it is not an
endorsement of any theme and/or lifestyle.

I welcome all feedback as long as it is
supportive and
heartening. [email protected]
Enjoy...

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My name is Shannon, and I work for an affluent college
just outside of Chicago. I recently turned 30 years old,
and have been single for the majority of my life.
Admittedly, it's been an easy way to go for me and my
finances since my parents were well off ever since I can
remember. In fact, their large, charitable donations to
the college landed me the job five years ago. I didn't
see the point in working since money was never an issue
for us, but now I clearly enjoy having a Monday through
Friday job in the bursar's office on campus.

I've never lasted longer than a year in any of my

relationships, with both men and women. I began
experimenting with other women when I was at college
the very one I work for now.

It was the typical "curiosity killed the cat" thing, yet
a few relationships proved far more
meaningful than
others. Not to sound haughty, but I was very proud of my
features... Very busty, and lots of curves to explore. My
measurements have been virtually identical since I
reached my zenith at 25... 38d-30-38. I was given my
raven tresses and eyes from my mother, and my abundant
features from my father. And I also inherited a shapely,
full backside from my dear Mother, whom, even to this
day, is a complete and total knockout.

In the winter, my skin emanates an nice olive complexion,
and in the summer, it turns to a nice, evenly tanned
chestnut hue. Anyone who thinks plentiful and larger
women are not attractive, then I say to them; don't limit

yourself to just one type. Of the women I have bedded,
the absolute best have been the ones who weren't your
People magazine cover girls.

Being of an independent nature most of my life, I always
tried avoiding any long-term
commitments. I receive a lot
of offers from both sexes, yet I try to be discreet and
somewhat selective in who I go out with. And considering
where I work, there are always batches of young men and
women to gaze and admire. Yet one in particular caught my
eye one day...

David was a fresh faced, handsome freshman that had
stumbled into the bursar's office one day for some help
with his living arrangements. My co-workers were all at
lunch, and I was the only one there who could help.
Immediately, my eyes noticed something different about
this young man. He was a tall, very attractive 18 year
old who obviously seemed out of place in his first year
there.
Yet his demeanor didn't seem to reflect any type
of arrogance of self-assurance.

His features held the bluest eyes, almost like two
sapphires staring right at you. His styled, light brown
hair fit nicely into his boyish charm... a
smooth, acne
free face didn't seem too manly. In fact, his face
partially reminded me that of a woman's. I didn't make a
practice of dating the students. If it did happen, it
would usually be with the seniors. That way if the
relationship ended in disaster, I wouldn't have to see
them the next year. But something about David made me
want to know more.

After a congenial, friendly conversation, David and I
soon had his problem solved. I could tell he was very shy
and somewhat intimidated by my outward sexuality. I am a
very outspoken and open woman, and blatantly complimented
David on his good looks. I was dressed in a revealing
gray suit that day, one
that hugged my voluptuous, curvy
figure. At times, I kept noticing David peeking at my
full, rounded ass when I was up walking around, or at
another desk. My senses could tell he too was intrigued.
I soon bridged the opportunity by
asking him for dinner
that night. He accepted.

I decided to wear one of my black cocktail dresses to
dinner that night. I ended up taking him to one of my
favorite downtown restaurants in Chicago. He too dressed
for the occasion, and looked radiant as he escorted me
into the establishment. The atmosphere was perfect for a
classic seduction... and that, I will admit was
intentional. The thoughts and visions of him between my
legs kept swirling throughout my head, and before this
night was finished, I knew I had to have him inside me.

Coming back to my home, safely located outside the
suburbs, I invited David inside. He knew as well as I did
what we
both obviously wanted. But I could tell he was
bashful and reserved about staring too long at me.
"David, it's okay to look at me. I didn't wear this dress
just to be warm tonight," I said as we sat in the dark,
lowly lit den.

"I'm
sorry. I just didn't want you to think that's all I
wanted tonight." He said. I smiled, standing up in front
of him. What a sweet boy, I thought. His manners were
flawless the entire evening, courteous, respectful, and
ever the gentleman. Glowing with passion and appetite, my
hands reached for the thin spaghetti straps that clung to
my tan shoulders, and pulled them slowly down my
shoulders. My eyes on his the entire time, I watched as
he saw the thin material slide down my curvy body. He was
mesmerized.

Remembering his stares at my backside, I turned around as
I continued to peel the dress down the arch of my back.
With the material hugging the
width of my ass cheeks, I
glanced back at David-- intentionally swaying my wide
hips slowly... He was hooked, and I knew it.

"Tell me what you like about me, David," I whispered as
the dress fell upon the floor. He stammered, obviously

uncomfortable at verbalizing his desires-- as most people
typically are.

"It's just... nice." He managed to utter.

"What else, David? I see the way you're looking at me--
my ass. What do you like about it?"

I continued as I backed up, narrowing the gap between his
face and the softened texture of my cheeks. I could hear
his breathing swell.

"God, it's... just..." he floundered.

"Round?" I said.

He sighed with appreciation. "Oh God yes. So beautiful."

"So you like girls with a full ass?" I cooed as I inched
closer to him.

"Uh-huh." He managed to reply.

"Put your hands on it, David. It's okay. I want you to

touch me. Feel my ass in your hands."

I said as his palms quickly placed themselves on each
supple orb.

He was clumsy at first, yet his obvious appreciation soon
translated itself into a slow, careful massage. My
eyelids fluttered as
David's actions arrested my senses.
A mere boy, yet I could tell he would be a skilled and
thoughtful lover once properly educated. With my hair
dangling freely around my neck and shoulders, I flung it
back around my shoulder so I could see the look in his
eyes as his grateful caresses continued.

That was something I truly got off on... the look in
someone's eyes as they were gently submerged into the
waters of lust. There he sat, not once taking his eyes
off my bronzed globes. His fingers pressing themselves
into the plumpness of each orb... his pale ivory skin
matched against the mahogany hued flesh of my ass. I
shuddered.

Turning
around, I began to loosen the constraints of my
black-laced brazier.

The look in his eyes was of disappointment, yet
fascination as the bra fell to the floor, revealing my
large, motherly breasts. Not to be presumptuous, but I
did feel good
about my body. I glow every time I make
love to a man or a woman.

I know that each lover I devour, they are genuinely
satisfied with my healthy physique. I wasn't going to
torture myself or starve to be something, or someone I'm
not. And as David's youthful hands reached up to cup my
savory breasts, I exhaled in elation as his face soon
buried itself in my inviting cleavage. His moans became
muffled between the deep valley of my bosom as my hands
ran through his thick, short hair. My knees soon sat on
each side of him as I easily straddled him... Nothing
else mattered at this point except the two of us...

I felt the smoothness of his
actions, like he
intentionally took his time so he wouldn't forget. Which
compared to any other young man David's age, made no
sense whatsoever. 18 year olds usually rip their pants
off just getting atop a female... this was nothing of the
sort. This
boy had talent. He was going to make some
woman very happy one day. Except this night... he was all
mine.

"I'm going to love pulling that seed from your cock
tonight." I managed to say as his hands (again) found my
ass. All he could do was moan once more. This was my
cue...

Locking lips with David for the first time, I could feel
the shudders in his frame... There was so much
anticipation in his eyes. I smiled, knowing he was going
to have his first orgasm with me. The ever-growing
prowler, I felt a wave of hunger wash over me... That was
all the inspiration I needed to fall to my knees, and
release this young man's
cock.

Flinging the zipper down, he and I thrust the cumbersome
material down passed his ankles. I typically liked for my
lovers to be as comfortable as possible, so I whisked his
shoes and socks off all together. I hated those hastened
moments of hunger when two
people don't completely shed
themselves of their clothing... For me, that made it even
less personal.

And then, as I crawled upward to his groin, my eyes saw
the length that he was given. My mouth about dropped when
I saw his massive, throbbing manhood. It must have been
ten inches long, and a nice thick width. This was going
to be a beautiful night indeed.

After dousing his quivering penis between my breasts, my
head lowered and lips parted... It was then I felt a tug
at my head-- motioning me to look up.

"I'm a virgin," murmured David.

I smiled, not because of his naiver‚, but because I was
going to have the pleasure of taking this young man's
virginity away from him. Young men have so much energy
and potency built up in them at that ripe age.

"And I don't have a rubber." He went on to add.

My response to that of my tongue easing out, and running
across the tip of his trembling penis.

I didn't care... he had to be inside me and soon.
Besides, my tubes were tied when I was 26 after realizing
c***dren were in no way a part of future. As my tongue
felt the softness of his head, my lips parted further as
a large amount of my saliva flowed out over his cock.
That was my little touch to prepare the feast... like a
fly when it consumes its nourishment. David's cock was my
nourishment... All I needed was his seed gushing down my
throat.

Almost gagging, I engulfed David's solid, weighty cock.
It soon became sheathed with my torrid saliva. It now
glistened as I bobbed up and
down on his incredible
length. God it was so long... David's hands soon rested
themselves upon my head, gently running his fingers
through my lengthy strands.

I liked that... I liked that a lot. No forceful
movements, no slamming my head into an unnatural rhythm.
He
gasped, I swallowed... He bucked, I swallowed more...
I knew this was not going to last long. But that was
okay. I was his first, and it surprised me that he lasted
this long. There was a quick spurt of pre-cum juices that
poured over my tongue. My low moans vibrated enough to
send him into convulsions... His entire body began to
thrust and buck on the couch. His manhood almost fell out
of my mouth, yet my hands now held David to the couch. My
palms secured on his sweaty chest as I was bent on making
this boy cum. And yet this was still not enough.

His manly strength consumed him whole as he cried out in
sheer rapture. David was cumming.

My lips held their lock, my tongue secured beneath the
head of his cock. A torrent of sperm jolted outward, and
into the dark confines of my mouth. His fingertips dug
into my skull, and I wasn't about to wince from the pain.

Another thick flood of David's broth flooded my mouth. I
held as much of it in as I could because I enjoy taking
my time in savoring every drop I can.

But this was simply too much. Contending with his
involuntary violent reactions, and trying to taste his
life-giving bouillon was all too much. Thick dribbles of
his seed soon spilled down the length of his shaft. It
was then I took my first whole swallow of David's sperm.
I groaned in utter delight as I felt his warmth descend
into my belly. Yet as soon as the flood of his broth was
ingested, another was waiting for consumption. I
delighted in the feast... He was cumming for me.
I made David cum.

It was as if he wouldn't stop cumming. There was so much.
And despite how long it took, I made sure every trickle
of his seed was ingested. The aftershocks soon set in as
David began to catch his breath. By this time, my head
was tilted to the side, letting the tip of his penis poke
outward through my cheek. The massive bulge caught his
eye as he now began to caress my sweat soaked hair once
more. My movements slowed, almost to a crawl as I tasted
the last pulses of his semen ooze out. Much to my
amazement, his cock had not lost its command as of yet.
My mouth still felt the rigid texture, not yielding in
the least bit. I knew this was going to be a long, yet
fruitful night.

After both of us shed the remains of our clothing, I
walked David to the third floor of my home where my
bedroom was. My fully nude shape entranced him. I too was
enthralled by his... so muscular and hard. Just like a
young 18 year old man should be. There, walking hand in
hand through the large, darkened hallways of my home was
David and I... about to mate like two unbridled a****ls.

I admit, I was mesmerized by his genuine thoughtfulness
and care. His actions were not rude or rushed in anyway.
It could easily make any helpless woman fall quickly in
love with him... Staring into his eyes made me feel at
place-- comfortable. And when we reached the doorway of
my large bedroom, he surprised me completely by whisking
me off my feet, and into his arms. I laughed out loud,
amused by the romanticism he seemed set on adding.

"What's wrong?" he asked politely in his thoughtful,
tender voice. My amusement faded, realizing this young
man probably had read this in a book somewhere in his
youth.

"Nothing. Just never had that happen to me before." I
whispered back as I let myself enjoy the affection. He
still carried me across my room where my king size bed
awaited.

"I like the way you talk to me." He quipped.

"Yea?" I replied.

"Yea. You don't talk down to me."

"I like hearing you have sex with me. Verbalizing your
feelings and wants
through words." I said as he gently
set my frame onto the bed. "It makes it so much more
powerful."

"Yea. I like it." He returned.

I echoed his sentiment by positioning myself comfortably,
easing my legs apart as he motioned himself atop me. My
hands came to his lower back as he lunged forward to kiss
me. This by far was his most forward act of aggression
all night. Again, I had no complaints.

Our kiss matured as our tongues twisted together in a
most passionate exchange. I could tell this boy was a
lover, not a fighter. I loved being seduced by his deeply
affectionate and understanding heart. It was refreshing
to say the least.

Inexperienced, David fumbled his still throbbing cock to
the outer lips of my quivering vagina.

With some helpful whispers and nudges, he soon mounted
me, easing his eager cock inside me. I gasped as I felt
every inch move inside me. Recoiling on the bed, my lungs
heaved in breathless foresight. He felt so good inside
me.

"Oooh, David. You're so deep." I said under my breath.
"So deep."

"Shannon. I..." he tried to say. His senses were on
complete overload, taking away his ability to structure a
sentence.

"Say it, David." I said as I felt him shift inside me.
"What do you feel?
Tell me what you're thinking of."

"You're just..." stumbled David as he slightly withdrew
the tip of his cock.

"I can't believe I'm doing this."

"What else?"

"You... You're so... beautiful." He said as he
pushed the
rest of his length inward.

This sent me into a complete state of delirium. All ten
inches of him had safely lodged deep within my cervix. My
legs stretched outward, and came around to lock him into
place. He wasn't going anywhere. I took my left arm, and
wrapped his neck with it to bring his drenched face into
the folds of my cleavage. It was there he floundered his
way into a steady rhythm.

"You're so deep, David."

He bucked... "Oh yes. I want to be... deeper."

"You can be."

He cringed in helpless awe. "You're so beautiful
Shannon."

"You're mating with me, aren't you?" I asked, trying to
get him to open up more.

"Yea..." he said between thrusts.

"Don't be afraid. Don't worry... I want you to cum inside
me, David." The look on his face said it all.

It was if he wanted to say "Really? I can do this?" It
was like I granted him his all time wish. I knew so many
men had been conditioned not to ever plant their seed
deep inside a woman's womb. That astigmatism was so
unfair, and once that old fashioned notion was discarded,
he and I could truly begin to grow... I soon took notice
of his sweaty brow. The look in his eyes made me so
happy. I could tell he was once again close to cumming,
and I began to chant soft words of encouragement. The
hope in that young man's eyes... that look of longing and
optimism.

"So much hope, isn't there?" I cooed in his ear. He head
resting on my shoulder and his lips to my ear. He quickly
jolted, obviously responding to my words.

"Oh baby, you can say it. Say what you feel to me." I
said as his cock surged deep within my aching womb. So
much hope.

"God Shannon. You have me... you have me." He gasped as
he thrusts became more insistent.

He then sat up on his hands, and initiated all of his
potential. Soon, the slaps and grunts of us echoed
throughout the room as overwhelming authority took its
command. It was as if that boy wanted nothing more than
to crawl inside me whole, and stay there forever. At this
point, I would have allowed him to do so if it was
physically possible... I wanted him that bad.

I decided to lay off on the verbalization of our passions
for now, and let him focus on mating with me. To give
David some variety, I shifted to my side so that he could
penetrate me sideways. He seemed to like that. But it was
when I got on all fours that he truly found his home...
With his hands secured to my wide comfortable hips, David
began pounding away.

He began crying out now, as I did too... I knew he liked
looking down at my wide ass slapping against his now
sweaty groin. It was becoming too much again. David was
cumming once again. And this time, it was inside the
deepest regions of my womanhood. That young man's living
essence was coursing throughout my veins, and there
wasn't a thing I could do to stop it.

The night evolved from simple missionary style sex to
more curious, experimental copulation.

I had a few years of experience on David, and I did

everything in my power to show him the joys and delights
of great sex. And it was amazing. Not for six hours did
that boy go limp once... I began to show him the various
techniques of foreplay... I showed him how to taste a
woman's vagina the right way. Using words and actions, I
showed him how to fall into a complacent style all unto
his own.

By the early morning hours, David's longing for my
backside prospered as he tenderly experienced anal sex
for the first time. I gave him complete instructions on
how to do it, and do it with grace and understanding.
I made sure that he knew it was all about the woman, and
not him in order to feel complete euphoria during anal
sex.

Yet the pleasure he induced me with was nothing compared
to the joy of feeling his soothing warm semen permeate my
lush rectum. He was truly a pro just waiting for his day.

The next morning came as we awoke in each others' arms.
Lazily waking up, I called in to work and said I was sick
with the flu. David merely flopped his head back down to
sleep.

Both obviously not ill or stricken, we fell asleep in the
cozy warmth of one another. David seemed to relish the
afterglow... In fact, he was the first male I've ever
been with to not only encourage it, but foster it. He
continually amazed me. Yet I began to worry that he might
(in some way) mistake this for love. I had to be careful.

I awoke around 3pm that afternoon and decided to stir
David awake with a sensuous blowjob.

Again using no hands, it wasn't long before David filled
my empty stomach with his life giving seed. To further
his open-mouthed wonder, I turned him over and began
kneading his athletic, well-toned ass. If he liked my ass
so much, he just had to enjoy what I was about to do to
his.

Parting my lips, I smothered my face between his cheeks,
and initiated an unmerciful tonguing of his asshole.
David went into convulsions as my tongue skillfully
traced his opening, slowly easing inside him, and around
his sensitive cleft. He must have liked it because within
minutes, he was sporting a fully erect cock once more...
and naturally, it found it's way back inside me... we
fucked all afternoon.

That evening, David and I eventually collapsed outside in
my Jacuzzi. We had just finished a lengthy sixty-nine
with myself on top. To amaze him even more, I decided to

kiss David with a mouthful of his own sperm... something
I had never tried with any man before. Much to my own
surprise, David didn't refuse or deny the kiss as his
warmth trickled out into his own mouth. Encouraged, I
placed my hands on the back of his head to ensure the
strength of this deed... We both swallowed his semen
without any reservation.

Cuddling up in the steamy water, we began to share our
thoughts and feelings about the previous night and day. I
found out that he was indeed a true romantic at heart,
and was happy to hear that he wasn't falling in love with
me. He cared for me, just as I did for him, but he knew I
wasn't going to be the love of his life. It was at this
point, I grew curious about him.

"What's your favorite fantasy, David. I mean, the most
erotic and taboo thing you've ever wanted to do in your
entire life." I asked as my breasts nudged against his

chest. "And don't just say you wanna watch two women get
off. That's too easy."

"Well, that is what I'd like to see one day." He said
with that boyish grin I had grown so fond of.

"I mean you-- yourself." I continued. "Don't be shy.
Nothing is too outrageous or sick for me."

He laughed once more, this time sitting up in the water.
I could tell his interest has been piqued. "No, no, no.
Trust me, mine are pretty freaking sick." He answered.

I was now hell bent on finding out what this fantasy was.
"And me licking your balls and ass isn't sick? You can
tell me."

He looked off, knowing I was right. I could tell there
was some serious reservation about this.

Gee, this had to be really good. I helped him along by
reaching beneath the water, and gently stroking his
already stiff cock. I knew then he was aroused. In my
most seductive, tantalizing voice, I cooed in his ear...

"What is it you've always wanted to do, but never could?
Who is it you've always wanted?

Hmm? David..." I whispered again... "David?" I said as my
tongue slid into his ear.

"My.. my Muu... my Mother." He said under his breath.

I sat back, truly taken by what he had just said. This
was truly unique, if not downright
sick.

"What did you just say?" I asked, still trying to be
reassuring.

"Hey-- you asked." He said, almost offended.

"I know, but... wow. I wasn't expecting that!" I said. I
began to think about what he had just said. Considering
the encouragement I preached to this boy since the night
before, I shouldn't be so hard.

"What u hmm..." I tried to structure a complete sentence.
"What-- why you're Mother? I mean, is she-- was she
abusive or something?" I asked.

He quickly answered, offended yet again. "No. Never."

"Okay. Well then, how long.... how long have you felt
this way?"

"Since I can remember." He said gazing off into the
distance. I could tell his heart was sincere and open.
Now I wanted to know more about this taboo desire.

After a long talk about his background, David's mother
appeared more and more like a self righteous, conceited
bitch. Leaving her c***d to be raised by her parents was
one thing, but to totally ignore her c***d was something
I felt was wrong. From what I understood, his Mother cut
off all communication with her parents as well, except
for a yearly Christmas card with a picture of herself
enclosed.

After a few tears and a couple of glasses of wine, David
revealed that on some occasions, he would sneak her
picture from the fireplace mantle and take it to his bed
so he could stare at her image for hours on end. A most
intimate heart to heart, he admitted to me that he even

fell in love with her in a certain way. These were
intimate confessions that would shock most, yet held me
captive as I continued to listen.

The way he described it, the manner in which he spoke of
her was that of a lost lover... a soul who had held its
claim on his own as true soul mates. By the end of the
night, I was convinced that the one
true love in David's
life was his very own Mother.

After some much needed sleep, David awoke the next
morning nestled beside my lower back. He seemed to fancy
the comfortable warmth of it, and I wasn't complaining.

Later I found out that he said that the first thing he
wanted to see that morning was the high rounded globes of
my ass. After a quick bite to eat, we parted ways with a
deep soul kiss. We both had just spent over 48 hours
together, yet it was time to go back to our "lives". Yet
his words and mannerisms held me captive. Not only the
gentle, yet intense way he made love to me, but now this
scenario between he and his mother kept appearing in my
mind.

I began contemplating what she may look like. I imagined
how she would react to having David mating with her.
Never before had I ever thought about the concept of it,
nor would I have ever allowed this to happen to me or

anyone I loved, but for some reason, it kept coming to
the forefront of my every thought. Could a young man
truly fall in love his own Mother? The way a man would
his wife, or girlfriend? I had to find out.

We arranged to spend that weekend together back at my
place. I told David to bring enough clothes for a stay,
yet we both knew he wouldn't wear any of them.

It was Wednesday, and I had two days to do some
investigating. Having access to all the students'
personal records, I pulled David's up late that afternoon
to get the
phone number to his Grandparents. Gathering my
courage, I called and spoke to his Grandmother. I
introduced myself as someone who was coordinating a High
School reunion for her daughter, and was wanting to get
in touch with her.

She bought it, and happily gave me her number... I even
found out her name. Sandra. My stomach quickly jumped.
"Even her
name sounds sexy." I thought to myself. The
Grandmother concluded that they haven't spoken in quite
some time, but did know how to contact her in case of any
emergency. I thanked her, and quickly planned my next
call.

"Nelson Real Estate, this is Sandra. May I help you?"
said the soft-spoken, elegant voiced female. I stammered,
but quickly hatched a scheme.

"Hi Sandra. My name is Shannon Thompson, and I got your
number from a friend of mine here at work. They said you
were the one to talk to, to find the best house around."
I
said in my most enticing, flirtatious voice. I turned
on the charm all the way, and she immediately picked up
on it.

After the cordial introductions, I found out she was just
outside the city, and had several million-dollar homes up
for sale. As I listened to her intoxicating, penetrating
voice, (just like the libidinous, edgy voice Demi Moore
has) I
came to the conclusion that she was definitely
reachable, and quite flirtatious herself. The two of us
hit it off, sharing quick stories of our lives, and how
we both came to our professions.

By the end of the conversation, I found myself oddly
attracted to this complete stranger. We set a time that
Friday to go look at one of her homes. And as I hung up
the phone, I could tell we were both looking very forward
to the meeting...

The situation now presented a problem. David was due in
that Friday evening, and my meeting with
Sandra was
scheduled for 4pm. I quickly told David to wait for my
call that night after I finished my meeting. I told him
nothing of what my plans were. Yet as all the possible
scenarios played out on my head, it soon became apparent
I was setting all of this up for David to finally see his
Mother face to face after 18 years. The fleeting thoughts
of a possible
love affair between the two also took
shape... I had to stop. This was getting all too awkward
for me to think about. I was becoming quite aroused by
the mere thought of it all... and I wanted to make it
happen no matter what.

Friday came, and before I knew it, I was face to face
with Sandra. We met at her plush office late that Friday
afternoon, and I was instantaneously struck by her
prominent beauty and disposition. She was a sumptuous,
full figured blonde who had an almost identical body to
mine. Perhaps an extra two
or three pounds.

She stood about an inch higher than me, and that was
certainly not a problem on my account. I could tell
Sandra was the ultimate professional. She had a gentle
radiance of a rare beauty few words can illustrate. I
simply wanted nothing more than to swallow her whole
right there in her office. Dressed in a light tan, form
fitting suit, I could
tell she too loved to show off the
curves and features she had so generously possessed.

As I sat across from her in the entrance of her office, I
soon made the comparison that she looked almost identical
to Suzanne Somers. That wide, vivid smile... lengthy
flaxen locks of hair that fell nicely around her
shoulders. Eyes that caught yours no matter where your
gaze fell upon... And her irresistible aroma; that of a
spring arrangement of the most exotic flowers. Her entire
body was that of a gentle Callililly...

steady,
wondrous, and quite exorbitant. Her stirring
aroma saturated my senses, Her skin held a most delicious
shade of bronze-- not as dark as me, but certainly enough
to make you catch your breath. Her short skirt displayed
two of the deepest of yellow thighs that made my heart
flutter upon looking at them. And they were just the
right thickness too-- ample, yet not chubby--
perfect to
burrow my fingernails into as I brought her lips to mine.
I admire women who don't feel ashamed of their weight or
size.

In fact, I think most people prefer more fleshy women in
my honest opinion. Her large breasts were nicely shrouded
in her blouse and jacket, yet the jacket dipped low
enough to reveal the top portion of her smooth, bountiful
cleavage. I was finding myself aroused and drawn to this
woman whose son just had intercourse with me two days
prior to our meeting. If she only knew that her own
son's
penis had just been lodged deep inside me. I decided then
that she was going to find out for herself.

Sandra and I drove together to a secluded subdivision
outside the city. It was getting to be dusk outside, and
the setting sun was illuminating Sandra in a glorious
light. She was truly a beautiful woman. The obvious
flirtation between us flourished as she and I
strolled
through the empty hallways. Quite honestly, I didn't pay
much attention to the details, except in rooms or areas
where I envisioned she and I locked together in a
thoughtful, devoted kiss. Her smiles grew in succession
as did mine... featherweight touches upon each other's
arms or shoulders hinted what was obvious. I could tell
that she was enjoying my company tremendously.

Perhaps she was thinking the same thing... perhaps she
was basking in the identical salacious thoughts of me.
Our two bodies swathed
together, completely unsheathed
and bare... my breasts snuggled safely against hers...
our hands entwined together... long, reassuring stares
into each other's eyes as kisses ripened into bountiful
feasts of one anther's most intimate hopes. Her soft,
golden hips coming to rest above my head as my fingers
grip her thighs.

There truly is something to be said about a woman
loving
another. An unspoken trust, a mutual loyalty that only
two females can experience. A man can give us a thrill,
yet a woman gives us the much-needed finesse. It's a
recipe that only two women can truly know and comprehend.
And Sandra and I were about to mix our ingredients
together.

My head was spinning. Not expecting such genuine
feelings, I simply had to say something to her... I had
to break the silence that was both evidently consuming
us. After the tour, Sandra and I walked out the front

entrance as she turned to lock the door.

"So what did you think?" she asked in that edgy utterance
of hers as the keys flipped the lock.

"I really liked it, Sandra. You're good at this." I said,
complimenting her.

Turning back towards me, she pulled her hair behind her
left ear in what I call a "beauty" move... Us ladies do
that, sometimes involuntarily, but she was doing it
out
of unabashed flirtation. I just knew it. And now the
twilight of the evening (what photographers call "magic"
hour) glimmered behind her.

"Please, call me Sandy." She said, flashing another one
of her enchanting smiles, which melted me right there. If
I made it with her, she would be the most magnificent
creature I would have ever bedded in my entire life. I
stepped towards her, lowering my face to look at her
through my brow. My face plainly had the "fuck me" look
across it, and I wasn't
ashamed in the least bit.

"Wanna make out?" I said in a hushed tone. She hesitated,
realizing what I just asked. It wasn't so much of a
question as it was a statement. I didn't regress or back
off. My left hands reached to gently nuzzle her
cheekbone. Her eyes immediately pulsated to a close as I
took this as her silent approval. With that, the gap
between our lips dissolved as my lips
smoothed out upon
hers.

My eyes closed, allowing my sense of touch to cherish
this kiss. There was no retreat from Sandra at all... no
doubt, no hesitancy... just assurance. And as our lips
shaped themselves into a soothing, comfortable
disposition, I inhaled her now familiar aroma I had grown
so fond of. She was so gentle. As with any first kiss, it
is always memorable-- treasured for all time.

I felt the warmth of those pouty lips move in sync with
mine. A slight whimper of awe escaped from
Sandra as my
fingertips eased upon each side of her gorgeous face. It
was like touching a priceless, rare porcelain doll.
Sandra motioned first by penetrating our kiss with her
tongue. Welcoming her advance, my lips promptly clasped
it. It was then I exhaled loudly-- a moan of absolute
astonishment. Sandra was inside me. If I ended the kiss
now, I could at least say I've had a Mother and her
son
both inside me. I trembled by the mere thought of the
imaginative concept.

Sandra's hands found themselves safely tucked in mine
now. Her tongue grew daring, and began running across my
teeth. Her hands secured my face in place as I just
relaxed and relished her bold aggression. Now tracing my
lips with her tongue, Sandra cast her hot breath upon my
face along with a low hungry moan... I then felt her
dripping tongue flatten itself upon my right cheek,
whetting my entire face in long,
drawn out laps. Taken by
her primitive deed, all I could do was gasp.

Like a cat licking its milk, she lapped my entire face...
my forehead, my jaw, lower neck, my nose... Never before
had I experienced such a forceful kiss from anyone. My
make-up was completely wiped away, yet I think Sandra
didn't care. I think she would have been happy with dirt-
- as long as it was a part of me, she wanted it.
Her
tongue then fell into my left ear lobe as I could clearly
hear and feel this woman's carnal passion reach its
undeniable crest.

"God you're so beautiful." Sandra groaned into my ear as
a sloppy tongue filled my ear canal.

I smiled, falling into her arms as my mouth secured
itself around her neck.

"Oh my God-Shannon," She yelped as my hands reached
behind her back for support.

I could taste her salty perspiration now, which was a big
turn on for me. I loved making a
woman sweat. It was then
I realized we both were still on the porch, still dressed
yet hungrily swapping spit with one another. In the
bewilderment of the kiss, she somehow stepped back in an
attempt to calm herself down.

"I just met you." She uttered in a defenseless tone.

"Then let's get to know one another better," I whispered,
soothing her doubts with an infallible kiss. I could hear
the
hesitancy in her voice.

"Have dinner with me tonight," I hissed as another wet
kiss drenched Sandra's ear lobe.

The tip of my tongue circled about, nestling itself
inside her ear as gave me the answer I was looking for...

"Oh God yes!" She said with a shudder.

I giggled as she did too, but our laugh was brief as our
mouths once again indulged themselves in an inspiring
kiss. Her entire mouth opened as far as it would go...
her lips falling just below my nose and lower chin. My

hands reached back to hold her head in place so that
nothing could break this kiss...

She amazed me. There is nothing more erotic than being
with someone who truly wants you in every way possible...
we both wanted this, and there was nothing to stop it
from happening. We arranged for dinner at my house later
that evening.

There was much to prepare for.

David arrived at the house much to
his relief. Dressed in
an enticing white cocktail dress, I greeted him at the
door with a meaningful embrace. Always the gentleman, he
complimented my dress, saying the ivory fabric made a
nice contrast to my mahogany skin. Little did he know
what plans I had in store for him that evening.

I had arranged for him to arrive two hours before his
Mother arrived, that way I could prepare him for his
irrefutable destiny. We made our way into the living room
where David and I shared an
expensive bottle of
chardonnay. Cuddled together on the couch, we made out
for the better part of an hour. I intentionally held
back, not wanting to let the petting to get out of
control. Between the slurps of our ravenous kisses, I
asked David...

"Have you ever watched a woman seduce another girl
before, David?"

With his hands on my bare shoulders, he groaned a low
"no". A sly grin came over me as
I held his face in my
left hand, looking directly at his astonished expression.
In a hushed, intimate tone, I began to inform David of my
plans.

"I met your Mother earlier this afternoon, David." I said
as he caught his breath... his interest was piqued.

"I'm sorry, but what you told me really moved me."

He was at a loss for words. "You mean... you really did?"

I nodded yes, biting my lower lip. I was hoping he would
approve.

"She's coming over here in about
another hour." I said,
noticing his void and motionless state.

He approved all right. He entire being was seized with
the possibility that his dream could actually happen... I
could sense his growing apprehension and nervousness.
With my finger pressed to his lips, I shushed him
carefully as I sensed he was becoming scared.

"I want you to watch me make love to her, David. There's
plenty of hiding areas in my
bedroom so you can see us.
You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I asked as his eyes never
once left mine... he nodded yes.

"But..." he began to say... "What does she... I mean...
does she... you and her, I mean... like each other?" He
asked innocently. Again, I nodded yes. His eagerness
caused me to smile.

What a devoted young man.

I leaned over to softly kiss his lips. After doing so, I
whispered; "I kissed her just like I did you now."

I looked down to his
lips, tracing them with my finger.
"Her hands felt me just like yours did.

Her breasts against mine." I whimpered just thinking
about Sandra's intoxicating beauty. And her irresistible
fragrance.

"Oh David, I can't wait to make love to her-- she's so
gorgeous."

David moaned in delight. I could feel his cock growing
beyond the constraining material of his pants. I was
bestriding him by this point, and felt his
growing
ambition with each breath we shared.

"I can see why you want her." I said as his hands grasped
each of my full thighs.

"She's so beautiful, David. I want her so bad." I said as
my hair now fell around his face.

David moaned, this time louder as he hands snuck beneath
my dress so he could feel my ass.

"Want me to make love to your Mother, David-- huh?" I
asked as my each of my breasts now enshrouded his face.

"Uhm-hum." he moaned in
approval.

"And you want her too, don't you, David?" I asked.

"Yes." He said in a suppressed voice.

With that, I quickly undid his pants and lifted my
cocktail dress up around my waist. I went against my
standards, waiting to be fully unclothed, but this was
something far too erotic and desirable... With a gentle
nudge, my hips slowly came to rest over David's groin...
his anxious cock eased into my already dripping
womb.

As I felt him completely inside me, my eyelids fluttered
closed as my legs began to lift myself up and down. His
face still safely secured between my breasts, I brought
my arms around his neck so he would stay there for the
duration of the fuck. The sheer power of his actions said
it all... He wasn't making love to me at this moment...
he was making love to his Mother, and I knew it.

"We won't be doing this anymore, David." I said with my
lips pressed
against his head. "From now on, the only
woman you'll make love to will be your Mother," I said as
he let out a boisterous moan of hope. His thrusts grew
relentless, like a wave of complete and total vehemence
washed over him. His fingers gripped the cheeks of my
large ass, digging themselves in to make sure he couldn't
let go...

I cringed, knowing full well that this thrilled David to
no end. His thrusts grew more rapid as
he shuddered
beneath me... I lost complete control of myself,
surrendering my senses in the euphoria of the
possibility. Images of David and Sandra now came into
view as I could see him humping wildly against his sweat
soaked Mother... a savage a****l unleashed, driven by a
compelling force to mate...

"You two belong together, David." I managed to say as I
took a much-needed breath.

"Mother..." He gasped, encouraging yet another fervid
lunge deep
inside me.

"Oh my handsome son." I moaned, now matching his thrusts
with equal intensity.

All that could be heard in the living room was the
resounding smacks of our bodies and his breathless grunts
of compelling hope. I locked David in place, making sure
there was no eye contact whatsoever between us... If
there was, the momentum of our primal act would loose all
it's strength.

"You're home, David. You're home where you
belong." I
whispered lovingly.

With that, David cried out in absolute veneration.
"Mother! My..." another gasp took it's hold. "My dear
Mother," he shouted as I felt a flood of his sperm
overfill my womb. "I love you... God I love you so
much." He proclaimed as thick jolts of his seed
coursed throughout my pounding womb.

"Oh David." I replied, not once stopping my merciless
ramming of his cock.

He threw his head back, summoning more of his
seething
essence.

My arms quickly smothered his eyes as he continued to
shoot syrupy, savory ropes of sperm deep inside me. With
all of his might, he brought my hips down to ensure that
his sediment took root. I could tell this boy wasn't
terrified of making a woman pregnant.

In fact, he probably longed for it in the depths of his
heart... then another torrid image filled my mind of
Sandra's bulging stomach, carrying her and
David's c***d.
I trembled at the thought, and by the feeling of his
semen still pulsing inside me. This was becoming
something far-reaching, and quite undeniable.

We lied together in each other's arms as we did our best
to catch our breath. It was by far the most physically
exhausting act of intercourse we shared, yet so rewarding
for both of us. I finally opened my eyes to gaze down
upon the smitten young man. Already waiting was his
mouth, wide
open as I accepted his meaningful kiss. His
hands reached up, running his fingers through my auburn
tresses. With his gaze falling over mine, he kissed me
with the authentic delicacy this moment justified.

"I can't believe you..." he said. "I've never told anyone
this before."

"I like encouraging my lovers to be themselves." I cooed.

"But, aren't you jealous?"

"Why should I be? It's what you want, David. All those
years. I
want you to be happy... to be with the girl you
truly love, even if she is your own Mother." I said,
nestling my breasts upward, closer to his neck.

A keen sense of silence fell over us as David continued
his slow, gentle caresses.

"I love you, Shannon." He said, looking directly at me.

"I love you too, David." I replied, meaning every word of
it. This intense, most fulfilling moment made me realize
this was going to be the most life changing
occurrence
I've ever had.

The doorbell rang a little after eight pm that night.
Answering it, my eyes fell upon the golden haired beauty
I saw hours before.

"Hi Shannon." Said Sandra in a nice, low tone.

She was dressed in an stunning, ankle length gown. It was
a strapless gown that hugged every ample curve she
possessed. The coal black velvet glimmered nicely in the
soft light from the doorway entrance. Sandra looked

fabulous. Her lengthy hair was pinned up carefully, her
make up was simple, yet perfectly accentuating the
twinkle in her blue eyes I so admired earlier that day.
Us ladies do notice these things ever so carefully. We
watch each other, critique the other's choices and looks,
and I was doing no different with Sandra. Yet I could not
find anything out of place on this female. And that
fragrance...

I greeted her with a smile, offering to take her purse

and the thin shawl that clung to her evenly tanned
shoulders. I could tell her sumptuous tan was all
natural. She didn't have that leathery look that so many
ladies have after sitting in a tanning bed for hours. My
eyes fell upon her shapely cleavage, which caused me to
speak...

"God you look so incredibly beautiful." I said with a
genuine smile.

"Yea?" she asked as she raised her arms outward, bringing
herself in for our
first kiss of the evening. Right before
her lips discovered mine, I heard her whisper, "So do you,
darling... so do you."

God I had to have her... right then and there. But I had
to wait. This was a lady who required finesse and
delicacy, which I had no problem providing for her.

We walked hand in hand to the dining room where I pulled
out the chair for her to sit. The room was lit with just
two candles that sat on the table, creating the perfect

romantic atmosphere I wanted. (David actually thought of
the candles as he helped me prepare the setting and
dinner.)

The ever-courteous woman, Sandra offered to help me with
dinner. I told her no, and to just relax and let herself
be pampered. I love to indulge women who radiated
elegance, grace, and pure charm. As I served her salad,
Sandra and I exchanged a coy grin as she caught me
peeking at her distinctly visible
cleavage.

"Be careful, darling. I might have those for dinner
before the main course." I cooed.

Her unforgettable reply was; "I was hoping they would be
the main course." With that, she added the prefect touch
by cocking her eyebrow in one of the most seductive looks
I have ever seen come from a woman.

I sat next to her on the corner of the table. I never
liked sitting across from anyone I ever shared a date
with. As we ate our salads, we began to
share more of our
lives with each other. It was splendid. I loved listening
to her low, edgy voice as she spoke of her job, her
ambitions, and her hopes for the future. My salad maybe
had one or two bites taken from it before I asked her if
she wanted to take a walk with me. Her only reply was
taking her hand in mine as she stood up.

"I'd love to." She whispered.

Our walk took us around my pool outside, and into the
gardens
nearby. It was a warm September night-- perfect
for a gentle stroll. As we walked, Sandra apologized for
her actions earlier that day at the house. She expressed
her willingness to be with me, but felt it was all too
sudden for us to be together like that. I agreed, saying
I was sometimes too aggressive in my pursuits. I found
out she had been bisexual since her days in High School,
but quickly came to an end when she got pregnant at 16.

Playing it off,
I thought to myself; "And now that c***d
is upstairs, waiting for his dear sweet Mother." I could
only grin with delight as our stroll took us back to the
pool. We poured each other a glass of wine as we both sat
on a lay out deck chair beside the water. With her at my
side, I took notice of how the sparkling water
illuminated off of her golden hued face and neckline.
Laying my head on her shoulder softly, I snuggled beside
her as our
evening evolved into more intimate
circumstances.

She in turn rested her head above mine, wrapping her
right hand in mine.

"You're so beautiful, Sandy. You just amaze me." I said
as she delicately traced a circle on my bare, left knee.

"Not bad for trying to sell you a house, eh?" She replied
with a hushed laugh.

"Bet you weren't expecting that?" She said, repositioning
herself so we could look at one another.

I slowly shook my head
no as my hand lifted up to caress
her cheek. Her eyes closed, moaning at the touch as her
hand grasped mine. Before long, our hands were entwined
together as we stared into each other's eyes for what
seemed to be an eternity.

"I want to make love to you tonight." She murmured
quietly. "And I want to wake up in your arms tomorrow to
see your eyes looking at mine-- just like we are now."

I couldn't take this much longer. She was
saying all the
right things-- giving me all the right looks a girl could
ask for. I lunged forward to smother my lips against
hers, enveloping my arms around her neck. Her reaction
was just as eager. In about one second, my tongue was
stabbing the inside her mouth with conclusive need. Her
mouth once again swallowed me just as it did on the porch
earlier... She was an incredible kisser. Her lips were
the softest of any velvet I have ever touched.

A
loud suction sound was heard as my lips tried to inhale
her tongue into my mouth. Our nostrils pressed for air
since our mouths were obviously occupied in a s**thing
kiss. Realizing the need for privacy and Sandra's quest
for romance, I stood up quickly with her hands in mine.
She knew all too well where I was taking her... With an
aroused expression, Sandra stood with me as I guided her
into my house, hand in hand. As we strolled slowly

together, I took it upon myself to express to her what my
plans were.

"I'm going to make love to you all night tonight, Sandy."
I said with the most urgent gesture I could muster.

There was no silliness, no laughs, no giggles... only two
women who were bent on becoming one.

"I'm going to taste you..." I said as Sandra's eyes
rolled back into her head, moaning in awe.

"I'm going to lick your thighs... your hips..." I said as
we continued
making our way to the gigantic staircase. I
continued the verbal coitus she seemed to bask in.
"...Then I'm going to turn you over and taste every inch
of that mouth-watering ass..."

"Oh God Shannon." Sandra exhaled as she thrust herself at
me for a kiss. I backed off intentionally as I wanted to
continue my plans.

"Shush... Then my tongue is going to slide into the
cleavage of your ass..." I said as I took a step back
upon the
staircase.

Sandra was mesmerized by this point. All she could do was
look upon me with utter astonishment. Like her son, I
could see the hope in her eyes. So much hope.

Together, hand in hand, we began pacing the stairway.
Sandra wanted to go faster but I motioned for her to stay
with me... Her eagerness was obvious, but then again, so
was mine.

"...Then you'll feel my hands part your supple cheeks as
my tongue lays itself flat on your
asshole. You'll tell
me how it feels as I make love to your ass for the next
hour or so, won't you, Sandra?"

All she could do was hang her head, growling in
unrelenting desire. She let out a loud moan of
frustration and rapture, one that took me by surprise.

"Oh GOD Shannon, I'm gonna have you everyway I can." she
bellowed out, still grasping my hands with hers. We were
almost halfway up the stairs when she tried to kiss me
again... I
held her back again with my arms firmly
locked.

"Tell me how you're going to take me, Sandy." I asked in
my lowest tone possible. "Make love to me in words." I
quickly retorted.

She sighed, searching for any possible words that could
express what she was feeling at this very moment. I could
tell she wasn't used to verbalizing her desires. And that
was okay because most people typically aren't.

"I just... I would taste you with my
tongue... drink from
you." She stammered.

"You're doing good. Keep going." I said in a supportive
tone.

"To taste those..." She sighed in fondness, staring
directly at my own cleavage. "...Those healthy breasts.
God they're so beautiful-- perfect."

"What else do you want to do to my breasts, Sandra? Think
about it." I said as we reached the top of the stairs.
Sandra was about to burst at the seams. She was coming
undone, and I could
see it in her face.

"They're so large... full." She whispered as we neared my
bedroom.

"Just like yours." I replied. "Imagine our breasts
smothered against each others."

That was it. She lunged for me in the most commanding act
I'd seem from her all evening. A scalding kiss quickly
ensued as her face then dropped to my bare cleavage. Her
hands tried to lift me from behind so we could get into
my bedroom faster, but my arms
around her head twisted
her around slowly so we could cross this doorsill
together. Her face remained smothered in my breasts as we
glided into the room... I motioned her away for just a
moment as I stepped back.

"Stay there." I said.

I knew David had to be somewhere in the room, but I
didn't know where to be exact. Perhaps that was a good
thing at this point... I didn't care. All that mattered
was this resplendent, voracious female in front of me.
At
that precise moment, I watched Sandra reach behind her
head to unleash her flowing saffron tresses she had
pinned up earlier. As it spread out across her shoulders,
I cast a telling smile of wanton desire at her...

Our eyes locked together as she shook her head slowly,
letting her hair fall completely free. Forget the song
and dance... the hesitation... I raced for her right
there, enveloping her entire being into my arms. The

clothes could be shed later... Her lips crushed
themselves against mine as my lungs slurped her impatient
tongue inside my mouth.

We both came alive at this moment... the two of us lit
the fire that would burn for hours... days... perhaps
even an eternity. Both of our beings would come together
this evening in the most amazing act of affection and
lust two women could ever live through. Our bodies
ordained themselves into a new intonation as we eased

onto my bed. This wasn't to be a meaningless tryst that
would end with a phone number on a crinkled piece of
paper... No. Sandra and I both knew this was something
more eloquent.

Our actions slowed as she came to rest atop me... we
sensed the stillness of our flesh... absorbing the warmth
in each other's skin-- breast to breast... woman to
woman. Her head stopped just inches above mine as our
gazes came together once more. Her
eyes said it all... no
smiles, no doubts... a moment in time that would forever
be remembered by both of us.

Her speechless intent seized my restless existence. I
wanted to say something... I wanted to vocalize my
feelings. My longing for verbal intercourse was equally
matched by Sandra's desire for the silent moments of
understanding, especially between two women. I gave in, I
caved... she was seducing me with her utter serenity...
and her soul. It was
a language I wasn't aware of until
now. And when her lips came to rest upon mine, it was as
if she poured herself down my throat.

Sandra moaned... I cried, letting my helpless resonance
echo throughout her wide-open mouth... I then answered by
stabbing her mouth with my tongue. It was all I could do
before completely surrendering myself to her... Sandra
was my first... the first to ever take me by complete
surprise. It was as
if we both were complete virgins
until tonight. I was falling in love...

The night evolved as it should have... Sandra's eagerness
proved its merit by immersing me in her domain-- keeping
me safely submerged for what felt like hours. All
thoughts of time and the outside world vanished in the
wake of Sandra's merciless tongue. There was no curve
untouched, no crevice left cared for. Gentle cries
flourished into gasping screams as daylight soon
slithered
through the windows, and I had still yet to
return any gestures of my sweetening love for Sandra.

It was then I realized that her son was (or should have
been) somewhere close by. We both didn't hear a peep the
entire time we made love. It was an exceptionally carnal
notion to think of... Sandra's son, so close... yet so
far away.

Sandra's wish was granted the very next afternoon. She
awoke to find herself sealed in my arms--
her head safely
nestled against my left breast. Our hair was jumbled from
hour upon hour of swaying and thrusting. Our make-up had
vanished, hers due mostly to the tongue bath I bestowed
upon her entire face hours before. I caught my breath,
amazed by how beautiful she looked even without the
makeup... but then I knew, as all women do about each
other.

My right hand reached upward, slowly so that my movements
wouldn't interrupt her peaceful slumber. Her
rounded