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It was fairly late by the time they finished dinner. Cheri cleaned the kitchen while Evan put away their beach gear. The sun and water play had tired them out; even so Cheri was somewhat disappointed when Evan dropped her off at her room and although he gave her a kiss that curled her toes, he left her there alone and went to take a shower in his bathroom. She showered, put on a nightgown, turned out the light and sat down on her bed.
What is wrong with me? she thought to herself. Here I am an old woman upset because a handsome young man seems to be avoiding my bed. Could it be I'm not attractive enough for him? But no, he certainly seemed to summon the appropriate attention and responses when I'm near. She smiled as she remembered his stiff cock trapped between her thighs earlier in the day. If that isn't it, then what could it be?
It struck her hard and fast, I'm his mother! That's what he thinks of me and maybe that's all he will ever think of me. Not a woman, not even his sex slave, just his mom! Oh God, she thought, what if that's all I'll ever be? Never to feel him taking possession of me, never to feel him in me! Just his kitchen drudge for the rest of my life! Despair hit her and she curled up facing the wall and started to cry softly to herself.
Evan took his shower, a cold one, and changed into the boxer shorts he wore as pajamas. He was confused, really confused about what his mom told him today. This was the stuff fantasies were made of: A beautiful young mother telling her horny young son that she's all his. She seemed to make it pretty plain that he could do anything with her; he assumed that meant sex also. Oh God, sex with his mother! He must be dreaming! She was too perfect, too good for him. He had felt her next to him, had his cock between her legs, but to actually fuck her? To have his dick inside her! That would be like making it with a goddess! How could a mere mortal even think of such a thing?
He sat there pondering the imponderable for a while and even though he didn't feel a bit tired he thought he should try to get some sleep; there was school tomorrow after all. He was a bit thirsty so he got up and walked down the hall for a drink and a piss before trying to sleep. On his way past his mom's room -- mustn't think of what on the other side of the door -- he thought he heard crying. He stopped and listened very carefully. Yes, he did hear something, just like someone was crying into a pillow or something like that. Worried, he knocked softly on the door and opened it a crack.
"Mom? Is that you? Is everything all right?" He couldn't see anything but he could still hear sniffling like someone was trying to hold back tears.
"I'm fine, baby," came the muffled reply. It was obvious she had been crying and probably still was. He pushed the door open and stepped into the dark room. There was a little moonlight coming in through the window and he could just see the curled up bump in the middle on her bed. Slowly he shuffled over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Reaching over, he placed his hand on her shoulder. He could feel the silent sobbing as she tried to quietly hold her pain inside.
"What's the matter, Mom?" he whispered. "Was it something I did, something I said? If it is, tell me. I'm sorry."
He felt her shake her head, he thought, no. What could it be? Whatever it was was tearing her apart and he couldn't have that. Cautiously he crawled in the bed with her, stretching out beside and then wrapped himself around her. One arm slid under her head to pillow it off the bed and the other around her cradling her tightly in his arms.
"What is it? What's wrong?" he whispered.
He could feel the heat of her body through the thin nylon nightgown; it felt almost like she was naked beside him. Oh jeez, he thought, the last thing she needs is for me to pop a rod now! But the feel of her through the flimsy material couldn't be denied. Without conscious effort, or control for that matter, his cock began to stiffen.
She felt wonderful/terrible. She really did try to hide her crying, especially when he knocked and came in the room. Then he lay down behind her all of him pressing against her and her nightgown feeling like there was nothing there. He was asking what was wrong but she couldn't tell him, could she? No, this was her problem not his; her problem! But there he was, this magnificent male animal, in bed with her. Shit, she could even feel him get an erection! All he had to do was lift the gown and plunge into her, she was already wet enough to float a boat! And he kept asking, asking, asking!
"Damnit! What the hell is wrong!" he growled in her ear. She jumped a little and the answer popped out without her even thinking about it.
"I want you but you don't want me!" she wailed.
"You want me to what?" he said gruffly.
"I want you to fuck me!" she started crying again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry!"
Suddenly he moved away from her taking his arm from around her and getting out of the bed. Miserably she lay there sobbing knowing she had ruined everything. She wondered what life would be like now but couldn't bear the thought. Maybe he'll just send me away, she thought, lock me away like the crazy bitch I am.
"Shut up and get out of that bed!" His voice was sharp and icy. He barked commands that couldn't be disobeyed. The shock of his voice halted her crying immediately while she scrambled to do what he told her.
"Turn on the light and stand in the middle of the room, Wench!" Her body moved to obey before her mind could comprehend what he said. This was a totally different Evan; this was a true Master. She shuddered but the crying had stopped.
Feeling her way to the light switch she turned it on and blinked back tears and the light turned everything to a blur. Quickly she walked back the center of the room and stood facing him.
"Yes, Master." It was all she could think to say right then. Her vision was returning and she saw Evan sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her. It was a very icy look, no smile.
"Strip for me."
She reached down grabbing the hem of the nightgown preparing to pull it up and over her head.
"No!" he said. "Slowly, very slowly, and dance for me while you do it."
Her heart began to beat quickly; he wanted her to perform for him, using her for his pleasure and she knew now, really knew where this was going to lead.
Releasing the hem she started to slowly sway with her hips, her feet moving slowly side to side, head and upper torso moving to an unheard beat. Slowly at first and then more quickly, she moved, thrusting her hips, drawing them back, lifting the gown to expose some long lithe leg and then letting it fall back, teasing, taunting, promising. Moving quicker as her own desire peaked she would jump near him brushing her covered breasts across his cheeks then jumping back before he could reach out to touch.
She had never done anything so erotic even with all the games she had played with her husband. Here she was seducing her man, drawing him into her. Face flushed, heart pounding finally she couldn't stand being clothed any longer and she pulled the gown over her head and threw it to the floor. Breathing heavily she stood in front of him gloriously naked, hair flung out around her head like a halo and the faint sheen of sweat on her breasts.
He stood up and crooked his finger to her drawing her forward. Just in front of him he indicated she should stop.
"Prepare me," he said.
Hands shaking she grasped his shorts at his hips and slowly drew them down to the floor. Just past his groin his cock sprang out almost hitting her in the face. She moaned with anticipation and quickly yanked the shorts down as far as they would go. He stepped out of them leaving them on the floor in a pile.
Looking her in the eyes he said, "Get on the bed. Prepare yourself for me."
Moving past him she spread herself on the bed, legs apart, knees slightly bent. She was completely open to him, ready to accept him into her however he decided to do it. She closed her eyes and tried to still her beating heart because surely he could hear it and its loud beating would disturb him.
She felt the bed sag and heard the springs creak as he slowly climbed onto the bed. He didn't touch her but she could feel his presence and body heat moving next to her, over her. Lips softly enclosed one of her nipples and she almost screamed. His touch was like a bolt of lightening flashing through her body. He began to suck gently and the bolt of electricity became a river and the current flooded her body with sexual sensation.
How long he suckled she couldn't tell but suddenly it was gone and she whimpered wanting to grab his head and return him to his nursing. Just as suddenly the lips began working on her other nipple and the torrid sensations resumed. She was a quivering mass of nerves and sensations; she desperately wanted him to mount her, to thrust his cock deep in to her claiming her for his own but she couldn't move.
Again the lips left her nipple and she could feel them working their way down her stomach, over her navel and finally to the soft patch of pubic hair she kept above her mons. She felt hands spreading her thighs even further apart exposing her sex as an open crevice of bubbling desire.
A tongue touched her outer lips and an orgasm ripped through her body powerful enough that she thought she had passed out for a minute. She had never, ever felt one like that! The tongue continued to work at her vaginal entrance but her body shoved aside her conscious being and took over. Grabbing his hair she pulled with all her might dragging him up and on top of her.
"Fuck me! Fuck Me! Fuck me now!" she screamed. Releasing his hair she began clawing at his back and thrusting her hips up at him trying to impale herself on his magnificent cock. She blubbered and whimpered, screamed for him to fuck her, fingernails digging into his back. Cherie was pure animal now, a female needing to be breed and nothing was going to interfere with that.
Finally she felt the head of his cock touch the entrance of her cunt and with a primeval scream drove herself up and onto him and the same time he drove down into her. She was being impaled, ripped apart, it had been so long and this was the largest cock she had ever taken but she didn't care; the slight pain instantly became pleasure as he sunk to his balls in her willing body.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as her second orgasm ripped through her. She squeezed him so tight she drove the air out of his lungs for a moment. Then he began to thrust into her. Out then in, in and out. Long steady thrusts to begin with, each time he withdrew until only his head remained inside her grasping lips and each with thrust her drove in deep until he could physically go no further.
With each thrust she felt him deeper inside her than anyone had ever been before; she was in ecstasy, but it wasn't enough now. She was a bitch in heat and she wanted him cuming in her right now! Her heels pounded on his butt cheeks trying to drive him even deeper. Her nails raked his back urging him on.
"Fuck me! Harder! Harder! Fuck me, you bastard!" she screamed hardly aware of what she was saying. Her brain was no longer in control; she was nothing more than a rutting animal.
Finally he drove into her hard, forcing himself as deep into her clutching cunt as he could go. His body suddenly became rigid, every muscle frozen in place. She could feel his cock expand slightly as his seed traveled its length and burst from the end into her waiting body. With the first splash of sperm-laced semen against her cervix she was engulfed by another massive orgasm. Her body became as rigid as his, mouth open, unseeing eyes staring at the ceiling. Her world narrowed to his cock, her cunt and the waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
As the last spurt of sperm dribbled out of him and into her, their bodies began the slow process of relaxing. A few muscles at a time, a calf, then the leg, maybe an arm until they both lay like boneless masses of flesh. She was still pinned under him but his weight didn't bother her; in fact it made her feel safe and protected. After a few minutes she tightened her legs around him slightly and hugged him to her cooing little meaningless sounds of love and contentment in his ear as she rubbed his back. She tried to keep her mind blank, just drifting in the wonderful sensations of their sex act, well it certainly couldn't be called making love! This had been a mutual explosion of lust!
But as she drifted on her little pink cloud of euphoria something was starting to make itself known through her dreaminess. Evan had never gone soft! Even after emptying himself in her he was still hard as a rock! Not only that, she could feel the minute thrusts as he moved in and out of her by only fractions of an inch. Gradually his thrusts became more pronounced but still they were very slow, very gentle. She could feel herself respond, her wet and sloppy cunt becoming a little wetter, her hips rolling slightly giving him more room and a better angle. The hot flash of desire she had felt during their first fuck was replaced by a warm glow and became just a little warmer and deeper as his gentle fucking continued.
This time she wasn't just a bitch being bred, she was a woman receiving her man's love. Gradually his pace increased, but still much slower than the first frantic screwing. She received him, opened up to him, a partner in their love rather than an object of his lust. Her first mindless need for sex slaked, she realized this was true heaven: a man who loves her inside her, giving of himself and taking what she offered. This thought caused little shakes and shudders to run up and down her body, almost mini-orgasms, continuous little orgasms rippling through her very soul.
The pace of his thrusting increased, a little less smoothly and a little more desperately. Knowing he was close again, she tried to meet his thrusts, grabbing his ass with her hands and pulling him into her with just a little more force. Finally his body shuddered and she could feel the spurt of his remaining semen enter her vagina. She felt ecstatic at being able to give him pleasure, that he had used her as she was supposed to be used. Again she ran her fingers through his hair and cooed to him until he finally relaxed.
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