Mother s Manifesto Her Education
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I had spent a couple hours in the mall by myself - brooding and thinking, hating myself, hating my life. After the mall closed I made my way by skateboard to the back of the house, parking myself between two large garbage bins and waited in that dark cold alley.
It was like Jason had explained, it was dark and empty as promised. He had even given me a slip of paper with the fucking alarm code on it. Too easy. Gord had reminded me to wear gloves and all I had was my old baseball batting gloves.
I had no idea what time it was but I had to have been waiting for hours and was shivering constantly. Was it cold or fear?
Leaving my board I slipped through the rear gate into the immaculately tended back yard moving in what I thought was the shadows up to the rear door. There, the large terracotta potted plant sat as promise - with a tilt, the key was found. My heart thumping and feeling as if my entry life was on the balance at this moment I slipped it into the door lock as instructed and turned. Nothing but a click as it unlocked. I eased the door open and stepped in, my head quickly scanning for the touch pad to the alarm. It was easy to find, behind the door and blinking red in distress.
My chest hurt my heart was pounding so hard and the number memorized was punched in with violently shaking fingers. Then it went green and I breathed again - blinking with astonishment.
Taking a deep breath I closed the door quietly behind me and looked around the darkened mud room to this large home. Just as planned - quiet and dark.
I stepped quietly on my sneakered feet through the shadowed house to a door at the back of a short but wide hallway - it opened revealing the expectant office. As had been drilled into me by the impatient Jason I strode to the back of the large dark wood desk and moved the chair so as to get at the picture. A large print of a family - mother smiling proudly, dad looking stern, the two young boys looking bored and the daughter, about my age, looking angelic. The girl looked familiar - someone at school I think. It didn't matter.
The picture swung wide without a sound revealing the steel door behind. The keypad chirped at each digit, which caused me to shiver again with fright. Then the click and it opened wide to show its contents.
Just scoop it all out I was told and was surprised that a thick wad of bills lay there, a couple shiny compact disks and several documents and envelopes. I put them into my empty school bag and retreated the way I had come.
The first half of my criminal career was over.
Upstairs was the second half - the jewelry in the master bedroom. The curved wide stairs were silent as I made my way up to the top floor and then down the hallway. As I turned the expected corner I froze as the flickering of a candle revealed the first hint of habitation.
As I stood there the only thing I did was curse silently - this had been a stupid idea and had been too easy! I hadn't even thought to cover my face like the fool I was!
Then I heard it, small splashing noises coming from the room I was supposed to find the jewelry in.
Would Gord be happy if I only came back with the stuff from the safe? It had looked like an awful lot of money. Moving my feet ever so slowly I eased towards the half open doorway at the end of the hall - the single candle looking bright in the shadowed expanse.
It was the master bedroom as predicted and it looked recently lived in. There at the foot of the bed, discarded clothing - a skirt and blouse, pantyhose and white panties. More splashing coming from around the corner - probably an on-suite bathroom. Then the sound of water rushing down a drain and wet flesh moving against porcelain.
I should run, flee and take what I've already retrieved to the gang. Then the pad of wet feet and the older woman from the photo stepped into sight.
Miraculously she never turned her head to look at her half open doorway and see the shadow of a guy standing there. But surely she must hear the loud pounding of his heart or the rattling of his shivering bones?
The woman was short and heavier than the print downstairs suggested and she was also naked. Her wide white ass moving and glistening with the water from her bath, small clusters of bubbles still clinging desperately to her flesh. She was drying her limbs as she walked to her bedside table, leisurely displaying herself inadvertently to me.
She spent a lot of time drying her huge white breasts - even bigger than mothers I realized with surprise at the comparison. Then the towel moved over her generous round stomach and then down to her legs to her small feet.
What was she doing here - I was told the whole family was supposed to be gone?
The woman dropped the towel and opened a drawer on the bedside table - retrieving a tube of something and squeezing a generous amount of its contents into the palm of one hand. I watched still frozen in place as she worked from her ankles to her upper thighs and then to her breasts, which was enchanting to watch. The white flesh kneading delightfully to her aggressive touch.
Then the woman shifted her position a little, bringing her legs up onto the bed and laying on her side, one knee bent and the heel pressed into the top of the bed to hold it high. One of her hands slipped down between her wide soft white thighs and disappeared from view but I heard the woman moan gently and I knew from watching mother what was happening.
All too soon her big ass was pumping forwards as her hand stayed between her legs and I thought the sight delicious - the woman beautiful in my hungry eyes. The she stopped and reached again to the bedside table - pulling out a long thin box, which opened to reveal a clear plastic object shaped like a man's penis. Not being as naive as you may think I knew a dildo when I see one.
The older woman took another tube and squirted some onto the rubber cock and rubbed it in before laying back onto the bed and spreading her legs wide. This unintentionally gave me the perfect view up her thighs to that darkly glistening area between her legs. The woman reached down with both hands and I could see the dildo disappear slowly from view as the woman let out a loud moan of pleasure.
Taking a deep breath she set her heels into the edge of the bed, brought one hand up to one huge breast and then began to move that plastic cock in and out of her body as her hips moved to meet it.
I was incredibly excited - my fear having been overcome by the hardness in my pants, by the sight of this incredibly sexy woman in the shadows before me. I was like a fly on the wall and she had no idea that she had a witness to her pleasure.
Was this what mother did after she left me at night? I could hear mother, louder than this woman, as she pleasured herself.
The sloppy wet sounds coming from the shadows between the thighs was intoxicating as was the growing earthy scent that filled my head. The desire to run was now countered by the need to enter into that room and join the woman - to put my virgin cock into that sexy woman and release this hot passion within me.
Luckily I simply stood - rooted to the spot like the shadow I was.
The woman was becoming rather animated in her movements, her big ass not touching the top of the bed any longer as she shoved herself up into that clear plastic cock. Just when I thought I could not contain myself any longer the woman let out a loud gasp before grunting as her body thrashed wildly before me a half dozen times until she froze in an upward arch, her shoulders and heels holding her off the bed, the screech of her pleasure turning to a scream in no time. Then it was over and she collapsed onto the bed, gasping to breath, her white flesh looking wet again but this time in perspiration.
She rolled onto her side, that clear cock thrusting out behind her obscenely. I waited and watched, nothing for a long time until I thought I could see that dildo slowly grow larger, easing itself out of that passage it was held within. It was a hypnotic sight and the woman never even moved as the cock finally fall to the base of her big white buttocks as if forgotten.
I stood there until my feet hurt and my knees ached and I guessed that she was asleep, trying to discern any hint of a break in the pattern of her deep regular breathing.
Then I took a step back and then another before I froze. I had come here to do a job and regardless of how hot that show was I could still complete it if I wished. My movement reversed and I stepped ever so slowly into the room, holding my school bag open before me.
There to the left of the door was the cosmetic table and the small hardwood box I was told held the jewelry. Half watching the woman, who had not moved at this moment and opening the box I completed the last half of my job as I carefully moved all the sparkling gold and diamond items from it into my bag. I was about to leave, suddenly feeling rather proud and powerful at my accomplishment when my feet stumbled on the pile of forgotten clothing at the foot of the bed.
I bent over and retrieved the white cotton panty looking at the sleeping woman on the bed before bringing it to my face to inhale her scent. Musky and sour, different than mothers but rather delicious just the same. The panty went into my bag as well.
And rather than wisely leave I stepped around the bed and leaned carefully over - a finger and thumb gently retrieving that still slippery rubber cock from its place against the woman's ass. I did the crazy act of bringing it to my face and inhaling the still fresh scent upon it - my tongue slipping out to taste the slippery tart flavour of this sexy older woman.
Within ninety seconds I had retrieved my skateboard from the back alley and was rushing home. The back door still open and the alarm turned off behind me.
Mom looked furious when I stepped into our own home well after midnight. She was wearing a long tee-shirt as a nightie and had her arms crossed over her large sagging breasts.
"You better have a good explanation young man!" I could see that she could barely contain herself.
Something in me snapped and I totally forgot myself.
My bag dropped by my feet forgotten as I rushed forwards to press mother violently against the wall, my mouth crashing desperately into hers. She grunted at the impact but did not fight me as my tongue shoved past her lips and my hands mauled her meaty breasts.
I was humping her thigh desperately and my hands were like claws as they tore at that old tee shirt covering her - tearing it to get at her big soft breasts. When they were exposed and her only cover slipped to the floor torn and forgotten as my mouth rushed to devour those big fat nipples - sucking as if my life depended upon it. Mothers hands held my head, gasped and stiffened each time I hurt her - but other than that did not fight me.
She was just a slut like all the rest! She started this - its her fault I feel so fucking confused and lost!
My hands tore at my own pants unsuccessfully until her smaller calmer hands helped, my cock jerking from my dirty denims painfully. She was moaning now and her lips had sought out my own to kiss, lifting one of her knees high and pressing her exposed sex towards and against me.
I reached down and fumbled with my hard cock trying to find the path to glory when I groaned like a trapped bear and my cock began to spurt its seed upon my parents inner thigh and outer cunt lips. My groan turned to a squeal of loss - so fucking close!
Mother held me against her, again standing on both of her bare feet, her hands gently stroking my messy head of hair. It was over - the madness and heat of witnessing that woman's defenceless pleasure was but a distant memory. Suddenly I felt exhausted and only half realized that mother drew me through our house and to her bed as if I were a small child.
I awoke in my mother's bed alone and naked - confused for the first moment until I remembered it all. A flood of emotions ran through me - one of the highest was embarrassment. I had intended on raping my mother last night but if not for my premature ejaculation, would have.
The scent of her on the pillow and the sight of her personal effects in the room caused me to remember her reaction to my aggressive actions - the sounds of her moans of pleasure, the way she had helped me free my cock from my jeans or how she had lifted one foot off the floor and hooked it behind my leg to expose her sex to me.
I had been right about one thing last night, it had been a moment that would change my life. I'm just not sure how yet.
I strode naked down to the kitchen, following the smell of cooking, to find mother standing with her bathrobe at her customary position at the counter. Her head turned at my entrance and her eyes flickered down to my soft hanging member. I sat down ignoring her look at the table.
She came over with a plate of bacon and some eggs after a few minutes and then sat perpendicular to me. She put one elbow on the table and rest her head upon it - watching me eat.
At the last bite she asked in a soft voice, "I don't know what is going on with you Barry but I want you to know I love you." I could see that mother was holding back her emotions as if she were a damn about to burst, that she looked concerned.
Her hand reached across the table for her own, her eyes holding mine.
"Do you want to talk about it honey?"
What was there to talk about - while committing a felony last night I had watched a woman older than her shove a dildo into herself until falling asleep exhausted. I recalled what was in my school bag and stopped myself from jumping up to find it. Hell, I was supposed to go to Gord's place after I had done the job - Linda was supposed to be mine for an hour even. Even that simple thing I fucked up.
The silence was thick and I felt tears in my eyes that I fought off. Mother sighed and stood to retreat, frustrated and probably holding back her anger. Instead of letting go of that hand holding us together I drew her firmly towards me. In surprise mother took the step to stand before me, her eyes blinking innocently.
Like the man I was not I felt an inner strength creep over my normal uncertainty, confusion and fear. I let go of her hand, knowing she would not retreat, and used both of mine to open the knot about her robe. I pushed it wide exposing the pale flesh beneath - my eyes moving from her wide surprised look to those big sexy white breasts that were starting to sag. Then my eyes drifted lower and took in the groomed kinky brown hair between her legs, my mouth suddenly watering strangely.
Reaching up I pushed the robe from her shoulders so that it fell to her feet forgotten. Mother was trembling slightly as my eyes moved slowly back up to hers - I could smell her pleasure already coming from between her thighs. "You should go finish the dishes mom."
She just blinked, the trembling quickly disappearing, before she nodded dumbly and turned back to the sink. My eyes followed her jutting meaty ass as it moved deliciously with each step. Without a doubt I knew it would not have been rape the night before.
The bag was where I had dropped it in my fever last night - and I brought it to my room and stuffing it beneath my desk where I normally left my school bag. I then went to the bathroom and took a very long hot shower - feeling much better when I came out. The reflection in the mirror looked different than the confused boy the day before. Looking past the image I realized that I was different - last night had changed me.
I found mother in her room seated at her bed with the phone against her ear. "I know what it says Jude but god help me I can't resist him... yes, yes, I know", a little sad laugh, "... your right, perhaps I need to get laid more often." Mother sighed and then seemed to notice me standing in the doorway watching and listening to her.
Turning I went down to the living room and waited - knowing she would soon follow.
With her voluptuous mature body moving deliciously mother strode to me as naked as I had left her an hour before. She sat across from me and looked at me nervously. "How much did you hear honey?"
Enough. "John is fucking his mom isn't he?"
Mother jerked in surprise, her mouth moving but without a sound.
"I saw the photo in the drawer so don't deny it mom."
Her surprise turned to anger at the realization that I had broken her privacy.
Before she could attack me verbally I asked another question, "What is that book 'Mothers Manifesto' you have mom?"
Her reaction took me by surprise - I had only wanted to flank her attack and defuse it. Instead she turned a bright red and then starred nervously down at her hands, as they rubbed insistently at her bare thighs. There was something more here I thought - something more than simply mother trying to seduce me into doing good at school or John boning his mom. "How much did you read Barry?" She couldn't meet my eyes.
"Enough." I lied.
Those eyes slowly rose to look at me almost in fear, sadness and love, "I knew something had changed in you - I never guessed you read it."
Whatever the book was, was intriguing me intensely at this point.
"So you know." She swallowed thickly and took a deep breath and looked right at me. "What do you think?"
This time I was unbalanced, "About what exactly mom?" I was conscious of the rise and fall of her large breasts as she breathed.
"About us being secret lovers."
She spoke it so calmly I thought I must have misunderstood.
My silence must have confused her, "The book is right of course, it is only natural." She forced a nervous smile at me, "I feel more love and desire for you than any other person alive Barry."
The days of frustrating peeks of her body, the kinky deals instigated by her and even the way she had calmly drew my cock from my jeans the night before so as to fuck her there standing in the hallway - it was all coming together. That book - 'Mothers Manifesto' - had to have been a hell of a book to change the mother I remembered only a short while before into this naked sexy woman before me.
"So John and his mom?"
Mom nodded affirmatively. "She was the one that handed me the book. It worked wonders for their relationship." Mom had slipped forwards on the seat, sitting almost anxiously towards me.
"And what you were saying to Jude?"
Mother's face again began to turn red in embarrassment - but not as deep a colour as before. "It is true my love I can't resist you. I just have to look at you to know it. It warns about letting this happen, that I should be the one that calls the shots - but god help me but I can't." She looked about to cry and my heart suddenly filled with empathy for this woman - my mother. "Jude was telling me the same thing, that I was a fool for not taking control."
'Taking control', she meant of us - of this new sexual relationship she was contemplating. It all fit, the deals for panties, the loose clothing and even the suggestion of sexual favours if only I stayed home with her, if I got good marks at school. I felt violated - used and mistreated. She had thought to control me - me!
All my life someone has told me what to do and how to do it. Dad bossed me around and then he just up and left. My teachers. Gord. And now mom.
But with mom it was different, I had to realize coldly to myself, she wanted to control me and knew she had too but had been unable to do so. The naked woman across from me was my mother and I had just been told I held all the cards now. It would have been an empowering moment if I had not guessed this power was not already in my hands. Of course that guy in the mirror this morning was different than the day before so this knowledge was digested differently - this woman across from me looked upon differently.
I stood suddenly, realizing I was starting to feel confused and scared - like the boy in the mirror before today and I didn't like it. "I need some time to think about things mom - give me a couple hours and then bring the book to my room please."
She nodded, suddenly looking scared. Did she think I would deny her?
I closed the door to my room and escaped - and one way to do this was to get my mind off my mom's voluptuous inviting body was to open my school bag and see what I had stolen the night before.
Ignoring the jewelry and cash then putting the panty and the dried sticky dildo to the side, I pulled out the envelopes and disks.
The labels on the disks were initials - 'M and D' along with dates. I turned my personal computer on and slipped the disk in - having to look at the disk itself to see what was on it. The first was dated nearly three months before and contained a handful of video files - all very large. I opened a media player application and then opened the first file in the series.
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