"Are you sure you can't go, Honey?" "I'd love to, Rocky, but I have two clients
scheduled for today. I should have left the day open." "No, it's not your fault,
Ron. Denny's birthday isn't until Thursday. I didn't know until last night that
he has something planned for next weekend. He was so cute on the phone. He was
acting like a pouting child about getting his birthday presents early, and when
he asked us to come up today, I didn't have the heart to say no." "Well, I'm
gonna miss you. Give Denny my love and tell him not to drink all that beer at
one sitting!" "I'll miss you, too. Have a fire going when I get home tonight.
I'll need it after six hours on the road, today." "And a glass of wine or two?"
Ron smiled and raised an eyebrow with the question. "At least two glasses!" I
finished pulling on my gloves and circled around the kitchen table to whisper in
Ron's ear, "and you know how I get after two glasses of wine!" His hand crept up
my leg and under my skirt as we kissed. His fingers pressed against my warm mons
-- they felt strong and exciting through my panties and pantyhose. I pulled
myself away with great reluctance, "Oh, my! What you do to me! You better not be
too tired tonight! I've been super-horny for over a week and you haven't been
able to stay awake! It's been a long time!" Ron affectionately smacked my buns,
"Tax season, Rocky. You know what that's like! Don't worry, Baby, I'll be plenty
awake tonight -- even if it *IS* tax season." With a final wave, I made my way
outside into the crisp, cold air. I got into the "Z," all gassed up and loaded
down with goodies for Denny, and headed down the road. The car warmed up quickly
so I stopped before I entered the Interstate and removed my jacket and gloves,
making for an even more comfortable drive. There's something so relaxing about
speeding along an Interstate. I was in our new 300ZX, the road was dry, traffic
light. It was the perfect drive to just let the mind wander.
Here I was on my way to help my son celebrate his 21st birthday! Twenty-one! I
still couldn't believe it. I had just turned 40, myself, but I could still
clearly remember my 21st birthday -- February 14th, 1974. By then, I had already
been married to Mac almost three years, and Denny was a happy, bouncing baby
about to turn 2. I couldn't have been happier. But, by the time Denny was 5, the
marriage was over and Mac was long gone, never to be heard from again. You'd
never get me to recommend getting married young to anyone -- I found out the
hard way that you couldn't base a marriage on great sex in the backseat of a
Chevy. The next ten years flew by. I finished my degree and got a great job.
Denny and I made a terrific pair. It was just the two of us and we were very
close. Mother and son, friends, confidants, and we even successfully suffered
through his puberty years together. And then... just when I thought I'd never
meet a man I could get interested in, along came Ron -- sweet, solid, stable,
dependable Ron. My accountant, old Mr. Foster, was forced to retire for health
reasons and Ron bought his practice and client-base. It was only after two tax
seasons and an IRS audit that he finally warmed up to me and I felt like I was
being appreciated for more than a pretty face and a pair of big boobs. Denny was
pretty much grown when Ron and I married and he graciously accepted Ron into our
house and life. Ron didn't try to become "Super Dad" and Denny didn't stomp
around the house "marking his territory." They respect each other and get along
very well; often, comfortably sitting together to watch a game or action movie
on the TV. So, life is great, right? Well, sort of. In all the important things
it's great. And I'm not going to whine or complain about my life because I can
look around me an see other people much worse off. No, as I was driving along, I
was having a tiny, little pity-party for myself and the fact that I was 40 years
old and had suddenly become MY MOTHER! And I wanted to know how it happened! I
felt too young to have a 21-year-old son, who was a senior in college. Take
music, for example. I'm still hip, or so I think. Sure, I listen to oldies on
the radio most of the time, but I like R.E.M. and U2 and when I listen to that
lead singer of PEARL JAM sing with all that intensity, it gives me shivers.
Hell, I was even at Woodstock (Well, almost at Woodstock -- it was the summer
before my junior year in high school and seven of us (4 boys and 3 girls) piled
into somebody's big, old car and took off for the festival. Unfortunately, the
New York State police stopped us miles from anywhere because of the number of
people clogging the roads, and we all spent the weekend at some campground
listening to the radio, drinking beer, getting high, and screwing our brains
out! Pretty much the same fun we would have had if we *HAD* made it to
Woodstock!). And, take my body (and there's still a few men who would like to!)
-- still not too bad. I'm pretty and petite and my figure's still good. I still
have the legs to wear a short skirt and the buns to wear jeans. The big boobs
sag a little lower but Ron says they're still high on my chest and very sexy.
And maybe the hips and waist are a tiny tad thicker, but, overall, still pretty
good. I wanted to know when the transition occurred. All of a sudden, you're not
in the young, hip (or hip hop, for sure!) crowd. You're now one of "THEM" -- and
"adult." What a pisser!
Oh-O! Shit! I was so busy daydreaming that I wasn't watching my speed, and now
there was a state trooper right behind me, with his lights flashing in my
mirror! I signaled and started to move off the road to my right. The trooper
stopped behind me and was fixing his "Smokey the Bear" hat in the mirror before
he opened his door. I took that delay to give my make-up a quick check in my
mirror, and to wiggle my skirt a few more inches above my knees (Hey, it
couldn't hurt!). I rolled down the window as he approached, and he leaned way
down (the "Z" is very low) to ask for my driver's license and registration. He
was tall and young and looked great in his uniform (and he knew it). His metal
name plate said "T. BOYD." I saw him glance at my chest first, and then he let
his eyes settle on my thighs. Maybe I was going to luck out! Pulling out all the
stops (and risking my membership in the National Organization of Women!), I
blinked fast and looked up at the young trooper a little almost-teary-eyed,
"H... How fast was I going, Officer? I didn't pass anybody in a while and I'm
not really in a hurry to get anywhere." "You were doing just under 70. I clocked
you as you came around that turn, Ma'am."
Good! So he hadn't been following me for long, as I daydreamed. "Roxanne Chase,
Windy Crest... All the information on the cards is correct and current?" "Yes,
officer. Everything's correct." He returned to his car and I watched him writing
and talking on the radio. DAMN! It looked like I was going to get a speeding
ticket. I was already dreading calling our insurance agent. Officer Boyd got out
of his car and leaned over mine. His face was close enough that I could smell
his cologne -- Aramis, one of my favorites. He was really close and I was
getting a little tingle out of the situation. I had a flash of a fantasy of me
having to suck him off in the back of his cruiser, not to get a ticket. It was a
sexy thought. "Mrs. Chase..." he was talking in his sternest voice, but he was
having trouble keeping his eyes off my thighs. "Uhm, Mrs. Chase, I'm going to
let you go with a warning. Keep the speed down the rest of the way." "Thank you,
Officer Boyd. I will." "I promise." "Well, if you're headed
anywhere east of here, you won't have a choice -- they're supposed to be getting
snow up ahead pretty soon." Just what I needed! I hadn't checked the weather for
Philadelphia before I left and Denny didn't warn me about an impending
snowstorm, but he would only hear about the weather if they broadcast it on
ESPN. "Well, thanks for the warning, officer... and the warning... about the
snow." With one last glance at my legs, then my breasts, and a smile right at
me, Officer Boyd moved away from my window. "Sure. Just drive careful, now."
Back on the road with just a warning. YES!
I didn't hit any snow until I was only about a half hour outside of Philly; but,
when I did hit it, it was one hell of a storm. I was too close to Denny's and
too far from home to turn back, but it took me well over an hour to get to the
campus. The "Z" was slipping and sliding and I did two thrilling "one- eighties"
on the very slick streets. I exhaled with relief as I crept onto a campus
parking lot near Denny's apartment and turned the ignition off. Here at last,
and safe. The last hour had been a real bitch! I stepped out of the car and into
at least four inches of icy, wet, cold snow. Counting my shoes as ruined, I
grabbed my purse, gloves and jacket and ran, sliding and slipping my way to the
front entrance of Denny's high-rise dormitory. I grabbed the house phone on the
wall and dialed Denny's number. "Yeah?" "Is Denny there?" "Yeah, hold on."
Whoever answered, dropped the phone on something hard and it clattered in my
ear. Then I heard in the background, "Hey, butt-face, there's a cunt on the
phone for you." "Who is it, asshole?" It was Denny's voice. "How the fuck should
I know? You're the big pussy-hound." "Fuck off!" Then into the phone, "Hello?"
"Denny!" "Mom!? Uh... Where are you?" "I'm downstairs. I need you to get me past
the security desk." "Oh, sure. I called Ron to tell him about the weather and to
tell you guys to stay home." "Denny, can we talk about this up in your
apartment? I'm wet and freezing my buns off out here." "Oh! Sure, mom. Sorry.
I'll be right down." "Bring some strong backs, Dear, the car's loaded with
stuff." I stepped inside the double doors and waited for Denny to come down on
the elevator and sign me in. The college made sure their residences were secure,
and since the campus wasn't in the best neighborhood, I didn't mind the
inconvenience if it helped keep the students (including my baby) safer. The dorm
I was standing in was one of four high-rise apartment buildings. Denny had lived
on campus all four years; but, this year, his accommodations were in the most
coveted dorms, reserved for jocks and lucky upperclassmen. Denny's apartment had
a large living room dining room combination, a kitchen, three bedrooms and two
baths. He had three roommates -- Brian was another senior and Steve and Tom
bunked together and were Juniors. They were all in the same Fraternity together
and seemed to get along well. The elevator opened and Denny and two boys I
didn't recognize got off. He signed me in at the desk and when I passed through
the gate I was finally able to hug my little boy. "Hi, Baby. How are you?"
"Great, Mom. I can't believe you got here through this stuff -- especially in
the `Z.'" "Well, it wasn't easy. Honey, can I go up to your apartment and get a
pair of dry socks on? My feet are freezing! Here are the keys. The car is about
20 spaces over to the left and 2 or 3 rows back. Make sure it's locked." "No
problem, Mom. We're right behind you." And they were. By the time I caught the
next elevator and got my bearings, I had just knocked and was getting the
apartment door opened when the three of them came banging and thudding off the
elevator and down the hall. It was just after noon on a Saturday, but it looked
like Denny and his roommates had a small party going, already. There was a
basketball game on the TV, but the volume was turned down so as not to interfere
with the stereo, blasting music I didn't recognize. But the real entertainment
was the snow. With the curtains drawn back, the view from the fifteenth floor
was spectacular -- it was snowing and blowing, and you could barely see the
ground. I followed Denny into his bedroom and he handed me two mismatched white
socks -- after smelling them! As we talked, I reached up under my skirt and
wiggled my wet pantyhose off my hips and peeled them down my legs. The dry socks
felt warm and wonderful. Denny and his friends were happy to see two cases of
Sam Adams beer and a couple bottles of wine disappear into the refrigerator.
From the kitchen, I called Ron to tell him I was safe, then I asked if anyone
was hungry. When I got all affirmative responses, I opened the contents of a
Tupperware container I'd brought into a pot and turned on the oven. "I brought
it all, guys -- spaghetti, meatballs and homemade bread. Ready in about a
half-hour," I announced. The smells of home cooking must have permeated the
halls, because kids kept arriving, and soon I figured I better put on a second
pot of sauce and more pasta. As the crowd got bigger and bigger, I was trapped
in the kitchen, serving plates of food and slicing the bread. Denny's friend,
Brian, fought his way through the crowd, handed me my second glass of wine, and
began to help me with the starving herd. The stereo was blasting and people were
talking and it was fun to be a part of it. Brian stayed to help me with the
dishes, and we talked about music and school, and the snow. My third glass of
wine was history and I knew I was buzzed as I accepted my fourth. I was giddy
and my skin felt super-sensitive as Brian inadvertently brushed against my hip
or breast as we worked together. I pushed my way through the crowd, holding
Denny's birthday cake with the lit candles on it. I could feel Brian's hands
holding my hips as I bent over to place the cake on a low coffee table in front
of the birthday-boy. Brian and I made our way back into the kitchen and opened
another bottle of wine as the cake disappeared in the living room. The afternoon
passed into evening, and we sat and talked and played drinking games and looked
out the window at the snowstorm. Occasionally, Brian would ask me to dance and
as he pressed me close, I could feel his hardness between us. We ran out of wine
but, by then, I was too drunk to care, and switched to beer. When I finally
noticed how tired and blitzed I was, almost everyone had moved on to another
party somewhere, and the apartment was empty and looked like what Times Square
on New Year's morning must look like. Still sober enough to realize that I
hadn't expected to spend the night and had no other clothes, I asked Denny if I
could borrow a large t-shirt or sweatshirt. "Sure, Mom. Second drawer down. Take
your pick." I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth with my finger, then
went into Denny's room. I carefully took off my skirt and blouse and hung them
on hangers. I debated leaving my bra on, but decided on comfort over modesty --
it always feels so damn good to take it off. I picked out what looked like
Denny's cleanest sweatshirt, and dropped it over my hands and head. I stood
there in Denny's old sweatshirt, tugging it down over my hips and checking how
short it was one me -- it barely came down to my crotch and I could see a tiny
sliver of my white panties between my thighs in his mirror. I was just shrugging
and figuring I was only going to sleep it in anyway, when there was a light
knock and the door opened. It was Brian. "Hi, Rocky. I was just wondering if
there was anything you needed that I could provide for you." I couldn't
remembered exactly when we had moved from "Mrs. Chase" to "Rocky," but I let it
slide. I stood very still. I figured with that short sweatshirt on, if I moved
at all he'd see even more of me exposed. He was leaning against the door jamb,
smiling. He was bare- chested and was wearing only blue, silky-looking pajama
bottoms. His shoulders were broad, his chest was smooth and hairless, and his
stomach was rippled and hard-looking. Quite a package. "Where's Denny?" "He
passed out on the sofa. Dead to the world. It's just the two of us left. Well?"
"`Well' what, Brian?" "Is there something you need?" There was no doubt in my
mind that he was hitting on me. I guess all those brushes against my buns and
breasts and the slow dancing weren't inadvertent, after all. I was old enough to
be his mother and I was his best friend's mom! He was supremely confident in his
masculinity and appeal, but I didn't know how I would ever be able to look him
or Denny in the eyes the next morning if I accepted his blatant offer. "No,
thanks, Brian, there's nothing I need." "How about want? Is there anything you
want, Rocky?" "No, Brian. There's nothing I want. Now, goodnight, Dear, and
thanks for the offer." He smiled and shrugged, "Okay. Goodnight, Rocky. See you
in the morning." Don't ask me why, but as I laid in bed, I couldn't sleep. The
long drive, the snow, the pasta, all the booze -- instead of knocking me out as
soon as my head hit the pillow, I was antsy and restless and wide awake. Maybe
trying to sleep in Denny's lumpy mattress on the floor had something to do with
it. Maybe being horny and feeling more than a little tingly had something to do
with it, too. A little while later, as I laid there, I heard the apartment door
open and close, and then noise in the next bedroom. It was just what I needed in
my already-aroused state! Through the thin wall, next to my bed, I heard a
couple getting it on, loudly. They were humping away, and she was a real moaner.
It seemed to go on and on and I felt myself sweating as I listened. My panties
grew warm and wet as I placed my ear against the wall, secretly listening to
their climax. Then they were through and I was left alone and hanging! I must
have drifted off into a light sleep after that, because I awoke to the sound of
the toilet flushing and, next, the bedroom door opening. Assuming it was Brian
making another attack on my virtue, I feigned sleep, staying still and quiet,
facing the wall away from the door. The door closed and I listened to someone
undress and then collapse onto the mattress. It was Denny and he was immediately
asleep. In his drunken state, he must have forgotten about me and reflexively
returned to his bed after going to the bathroom. I rearranged the covers over
the both of us. There was no where else in the apartment for me to sleep (except
maybe Brian's bed!), and there was no way I was going to wake Denny to get him
to move, so I told myself I would be out of bed long before he woke up, rolled
over and tried to get back to sleep. Before I could drift off, Denny moved
closer to me in the narrow bed, and I felt the lump of an erection pressed
against my back. Then he rolled over on his back. There was enough light in the
room from the small reading light on Denny's desk. Tempted beyond behaving, I
rolled over and, giggling to myself, lifted the covers. My God! Denny's boxers
were tented up and straining against what had to be the largest penis I had ever
seen. My son! Feeling like a naughty girl, I folded back the covers. His
erection was standing straight up and the material in his shorts had to be near
its tolerance for ripping. At first hesitating, and then giving in totally to
the urge, I reached to the slit opening in his shorts. I just had to see!
Denny's penis exploded through the opening, standing even taller. Not only was
his penis long, it was almost as thick as my wrist. The head was deep pink,
shiny, and huge. I had never seen another cock like that in my life. I
snickered, thinking back to all the times I had given my little baby a bath,
never dreaming he would grow something like this. The cooler air must have
gotten to Denny, because he pulled on the covers and began to roll over. I
scrambled back into the blankets, still thinking in wonder about the prodigious
penis on my son. Denny moved again, and we were arranged like two spoons -- his
front to my back. His erection was still there, and no longer hidden in his
shorts, I could feel its warmth pressed against me. Telling myself I was
readjusting my position to get more comfortable, I squirmed and wiggled and when
I stopped, my son's huge, hard penis was pressed between my thighs. I was
getting very wet. I'd had a sex-buzz all day, from the state trooper fantasy to
Brian's not-so-subtle feels, his blatant offer, the wine, and the couple in the
next bedroom -- Goddammit! I was horny! I was playing a game with myself. I was
as curious as I was horny. As I moved away from Denny to slide my panties down
my legs, I knew I was going to blame whatever happened on the wine. When I moved
back into position, I let the cock press between my thighs, again. Another
slight movement and it was at my wet slit! I could feel its heat and hardness in
my wetness, touching, but not yet penetrating me. I was gasping for breath with
excitement. I lifted my right leg, opening myself. I pressed my hips back and
the cockhead began to enter me. I was so near cumming! A little more and I can
feel the huge knob slip all the way into me. Denny was still asleep, but his
reflexes took over for him. His arm fell across my shoulder and breasts. His
hips thrust at me forcefully, ramming more of that super prick deeper into my
pussy. He began to hump me. My son was fucking me in his sleep and I was loving
it! My climax began with an explosion and took off from there. Denny humped me a
few more times and then he came inside me with a grunt. After just a few more
soft thrusts, he rolled over and began to snore, again. Finally, I fell asleep.
I was far away. I wasn't sure where I was, and the weather was confusing. It was
snowing, but the sky was a bright blue, and I wasn't cold. I was laying on my
back, on the trunk of a Pennsylvania State Police car. I couldn't see the
markings, but I knew it was a State Police car. The lights were flashing. I was
naked and spread open. There was something or someone between my spread legs,
and I was aroused. I looked down my body and saw the brown "Smokey" police hat
jerking at my crotch, and I knew it was Officer Boyd wearing his hat as he ate
my pussy! I wasn't going to get a ticket! I put my head back on the trunk and
watch the snow fall from the blue sky as I concentrate on what he's doing to me.
His strong tongue penetrates me, and then his mouth moves to my clit and gently
sucks it between his lips and teeth. I was quickly nearing an orgasm and was
anxious to surrender to it. Officer Boyd stopped eating me and moved up my body.
I whimpered when his mouth left my pussy. The hat still hid his face as he
lowered his mouth to my nipple. I missed his mouth on my pussy. His hips pushed
forward and I felt his penis seeking my cunt. I moved to help it and I gasped as
its head found my wet slit. Officer Boyd grunted. Then he grunted again as he
thrust his cock between my labia and deep into my pussy. It was good. It was
very, very good. Officer Boyd felt so big, so filling. In and out, his cock
pounded into my greedy pussy. Each plunge crashed my ass cheeks into the trunk
of the car, but the trunk was soft and comfortable. "Make me come, Officer Boyd!
Make me come!" I begged.
Who's `Officer Boyd?'" My eyes popped open. It was Denny! His face looked up at
me from under the covers. I must have been dreaming the setting, but the sex was
real! My son was fucking me! "Denny! Stop! Get off me!" "Come on, mom. You
didn't want me to stop last night." "Ohhh..." His cock was still pistoning in
and out of me, and like last night, I knew I had never felt a monster-cock like
his before! "Please, stop, Dear. It's not right. We can't do this." "Mom, please
don't make me stop, now. Please." Denny was pumping faster and faster. He was
going to cum inside me. I reached to his face and held it between my hands.
"Alright, Dear. You can finish." But he wasn't the only one nearing a finish.
Involuntarily, I felt my hips rising to meet his thrusts, my arms moved around
his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist and I felt him slip even deeper
inside me, if that was possible. I was cumming! I was cumming and I didn't know
if I would live through it! The pleasure was going to kill me! I had never,
never felt a orgasm like that! I bit into my son's tender shoulder to keep from
screaming, and as I did, I tasted his blood in my mouth and his semen in my
cunt. I passed out.
I opened my eyes. The dark room was spinning and I was having trouble taking
deep breaths. Denny was sitting on the mattress, smiling down at me, pressing
one warm washcloth to my forehead and another to his shoulder. "Wow!" he said. I
reached to touch his hand, "Yeah, wow. This was never supposed to happen, you
know." He nodded. "I'm sorry I let it happen, Dear. It was wrong, and I
shouldn't have done this to you." "Are you kidding? I wanted it to happen, mom.
I've ALWAYS wanted to do what we've just done -- for as long as I can remember."
I was touched and felt a tear form in each eye. "But a boy's teenage fantasy is
just a fantasy, Denny. Normal mothers and sons don't do this. I'm scared I've
harmed you." "I'm not harmed. I've never felt happier in my life. Is that a
harm? Will you get pregnant?"
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