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NEIGHBORS 14

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Author's Notes: NEIGHBOR'S is second book of the Gold Club Series. Book
Two deals with the seduction and recruitment of a respectable 40something
couple into the bisexual, anything goes, Gold Club. After a few short
weeks of progressive debasement and debauchery, Jim and Candice willing
commit heretoforeunthinkable sexual acts. (MF, MF, MF, Mf, MM, FF,
MmF, oral, anal, exhib, interr, ws, mast, inc, preg, cons)

NEIGHBORS By Art Martin CHAPTER 14

SATURDAY WEEK TWO

I didn't set the alarm and we nearly overslept, waking at 8:30 AM when
the telephone rang.

"Hello... Morning Gina... You're running a little late? That's okay
Baby. Ya'll just come on over when you're ready. Hey, the dinner your new
cook fixed last night was great. She's a good cook... Yeah, no problem
baby."

"Come on Candice, we got to get ready to go."

"Go where?"

"Sailing!"

"Oh, that's right. Give me half an hour, okay?"

"Hey, you won't need too much clothes. But be sure and wear something
sexy."

"I know, but I've got to do something with my hair!" She was right! Her
hair was a mess!

I shit, showered and shaved and dressed for sailing, wearing cargo
shorts over my black brief swim suit, a bright green tshirt and deck
shoes. I found a baseball cap to help keep the sun out of my eyes. I got
out a large ice chest and filled it with beer, wine, water and a few soft
drinks. I threw together a picnic basket of junk food, chips, and cookies.
I couldn't find anything to make sandwiches with except for some pita
bread, and then I remembered the left over pot roast. I fixed several
bagels with locks and cream cheese to eat on the way to the marina, chugged
some special veggie juice and took my meds.

Preparations complete, I made a quick call to Mike and at 9:20 the
Prescotts were ready. Mike brought over a jug of Donk's veggie juice and
put it in the cooler. We loaded the car and finally around 9:40 Candice
was ready and we headed for the marina. The girls were very talkative.

"You have a nice boat, Jim," said Mike as we boarded the Lazy Daze.

The Lazy Daze was a nice boat. Jack and I had bought her several years
ago. She was a much nicer boat than we could have afforded on our own.
The kids had used the Lazy Daze three weeks ago, and of course today she
had to be cleaned and a few minor repairs made before we could cast off. I
saw a lot of little things wrong that I needed to correct before they
became big things and I made a mental note to spend a day out here fixing
her up. A friend of mine advised me before we bought her that "If it
flies, floats, or fucks, rent it!" and over the years I have learned to
appreciate that wisdom. As nice as the Lazy Daze was, she was still a
maintaince black hole.

After about an hour we were ready to go. We cast off and I fired up the
diesel auxiliary and puttputted out of the marina and into the lake. Mike
gave me a yellow pennant with the initials GC.

"Bob asked me last night to give this to you."

"I thought you had dinner with your boss."

"I did. Bob was there. My boss was congratulating me for landing an
insurance contract with Franks Engineering for the processing plant Bob is
building near Hutton. Ted, my boss was gushing about how valuable I was to
the company, it was embarrassing."

Gina added, "What do you think he would say if he knew you let Bob butt
fuck you on a regular basis?"

Mike laughed, "I think I wouldn't have a job."

We hoisted the mainsail, a job made easy with Mike's help. I killed the
auxiliary as the sail caught a breeze. We hoisted the pennant and then the
jib. I adjusted my course to tack into the wind at an optimal speed. The
Lazy Daze heeled over to starboard and flew across the waves. Mike really
didn't know anything about sailing. I had to tell him to move to port to
help balance the boat.

The day was perfect for sailing. Being right on the water, you get a
real sense of speed as the boat made way. It was exhilarating and every
one was all smiles. Candice began stripping down to her swimsuit, and we
all followed her lead, shedding all unnecessary clothing.

Candice wore the thong bikini she bought last week. It was only the
second time I'd seen her in it and it took my breath away. It was the hot
pink one and the bottoms only partially covered her pussy mound. I
marveled at the sexy effect that the thin strings that made up the majority
of the swimsuit had on me. They ran from the crotch to the tie sides and
then around back, where another thin string joined and then completely
disappeared between her ass cheeks. The top only covered little more than
her nipples, and her bosoms bulged out from all sides. The suit left
little to the imagination. She was damned sexy looking slut!

Mike wore a leopard print thong. It had a little flap in front and the
only thing it covered was his genitalia. I was sailing with Tarzan! Me, I
was modestly dressed in the black brief trunks.

Gina, she wore only a yellow thong bottom. She didn't even bring a top,
but she did wear a belly chain. She turned towards me and I nearly fell
off the boat. She was wearing her nipple rings!

My hardening dick was getting tangled up in my trunks and as I struggled
with my pecker I said, "God damn Mike! You let her go out like that!"

"Yeah! I like her like that. Don't you?"

I couldn't get my pecker adjusted without pulling down my trunks and
then pulling them back up.

Mike reached behind Candice and untied her tiny top. "Hey, babe.
You're over dressed. Where do you think you're going, to church?" After
removing the top, he reached into his bag and produced a belly chain for
her and put it on. He began gently squeezing her nipples. "All you need
now are some nipple rings like Gina. How about it Jim? Wouldn't she look
great in nipple rings?"

I had never considered it before and as I thought about it, I wished she
did. "Damned right, Mike. She would look great."

Gina bent down and removed one of her diamond toe rings and placed it on
Candice's left middle toe, opposite of her ankle bracelet. "Here Candice,
wear this gift from your lesbian lover." Gina then kissed and suckled her
right nipple. Shit, it was going to be a wild day!

We got numerous catcalls from passing powerboats, both for the girls and
for Mike. A few would cruise along side for a while and gawk.

It was about time to come about and begin a new tack.

"Mike, Gina! Listen up! In a minute I'm going to change my course.
When I say, 'Prepare to come about!' Be ready to duck! The boom is going
to swing from the starboard side to the port side. As it swings around,
duck under it and move from port to starboard. Watch it, or it will knock
you on your ass and maybe overboard! Everyone understand? Okay! Prepare
to come about!"

We had a jerk cruising on the starboard side and I tried to wave him off
so I could tack to starboard, but the dumb ass wouldn't yield. Fuck him! I
put the rudder hard to starboard and as the Lazy Daze came about the boom
swung to the port side. Mike didn't duck quite enough and the boom grazed
his head.

"Oww!!"

"Move to starboard Mike!"

The wind caught the sail and the boat heeled over to port. Mike lost
his balance and fell to the deck still holding his head.

"Shit!"

"I told you to watch it Mike! Are you okay? Next time, you'll know
what to expect."

Mike was smarting and a little embarrassed, but I didn't feel sorry for
him. He had two nearnaked slut nursemaids to tend to him. The idiot in
the powerboat had to gun it to get out of my way and avoid a collision.

It took us about 2 1/2 hours tacking into the wind to get to Mermaid
Cove and in spite of the soreness of my butt we had a grand time getting
there. There were several boats at anchor in the cove. In the center were
two boats flying a yellow GC pennant, one a large cabin cruiser, the
Satyrist and the other a 27foot sailboat called Pure Pleasure. All eyes
were on the Lazy Daze and its crew and soon the whistles and catcalls
began. As we pulled in I scouted the other boats. I could see that the
Lazy Daze crew was over dressed.

We anchored about twentyfive feet to the port side of Pure Pleasure.
Most of the boats at anchor had one or two couples aboard, or at least
close by in the water. There were three couples on the Satyrist. I saw
Bob on the Pure Pleasure. He must have been the envy of every guy not in a
boat flying the yellow GC pennant. Bob had four naked girls with him. We
exchanged greetings. In spite of having the four luscious sluts with him,
Bob's eyes were fixed on Candice.

He called out across the water for all to hear, "Jim! When do I get to
fuck her?"

I replied, "Anytime you want Bob!"

"How about now?"

"She's yours if you want her!"

"I want her! I want to fuck her! I'll send over two of my sluts for
you and Mike!" He had the girls line up in a meat parade. "Who do you want
to fuck first?"

I looked them over. Damn, they were all goodlooking babes. I
recognized the pretty petite brunette as Dr. Marin's wife/nurse; I had
always pegged her to be in her early thirties. She had a great body.
There was a red head, about 5 foot six, nicely proportioned and freckled
all over, she must have been in her thirties. There was an oliveskinned
beauty, with long brown hair. She looked to be MiddleEastern, and she had
a figure similar to Candice. The forth was a tall blonde, with silicon
tits like Gina, and young, very young, maybe in her early twenties.

"I'll take the darkie and the blonde!"

"I'll bring'em over in the dingy and we'll trade sluts! Your slut wife
better not have those god damn panties on when I get over there!"

With that, Candice put on quite a show of removing the pink thong to
more catcalls and whistles.

Gina whispered into Mike's ear. Mike called over to the cabin cruiser.
"Greg! You have any sluts to trade for Gina?"

"Take your pick Mike!"

"We'll take Heather!"

The cabin cruiser pulled along the port side and Heather, a honey blonde
with generous natural tits, came aboard. She looked to be in her
midthirties. Gina went aboard the Satyrist. I was a little surprised
when one the guys on the cruiser came onto the Lazy Daze. He flashed a big
grin as he felt up Candice and then he dove into the water and swam to Pure
Pleasure, just as Bob pulled alongside with his two sluts.

The Satyrist pulled away and circled back, anchoring in between and aft
of Pure Pleasure and Lazy Daze. By that time Bob and Candice were aboard
the Pure Pleasure. The crews of all the other boats watched as we shifted
the women around and when we finished, each GC boat had two men and three
women. Mike introduced me to the three gorgeous sluts, Heather the honey
blonde, Kayla the exotic Syrian, and Babs the stereotypical blonde bimbo.
We chatted for a few minutes. I really didn't have much of a chance to get
to know any of them, but Heather was a talker. No matter, I didn't need to
know them to fuck them.

All of a sudden I heard cheers coming from the other boats. I looked
around and there on the foredeck of the Pure Pleasure, Candice was on her
knees giving Bob a blowjob! Everyone in the cove was still watching as Bob
laid her out onto the foredeck and began fucking her. The fun had begun.

On the Satyrist a couple started making out on the foredeck. He was an
older guy, with a stocky athletic build and lots of gray. He was darkly
tanned all over. I surmised that he was an outdoorsman who rarely went
outside with any clothes on. She looked like a teenager, small tits and
short black hair, very petit. She was lightly tanned, and contrasted
sharply with her lover. She was more than a head shorter than the man.

Mike came up with three coins giving one to each woman. They were to
flip coins; odd man (woman) was to be fucked by me on the foredeck of the
Lazy Daze. I won the Syrian beauty, Kayla for my first fuck of the day.
She was about four inches shorter than me and had nice, firm 38C tits with
dark areolas. She had the classic hourglass figure with a 28 inch waist
and about a 37 to 38 inch hips. She had thick shoulder length dark brown
hair and her pussy mound was shaven, all except a thin strip. She was a
stunningly beautiful woman in her mid to late twenties.

I led her to the foredeck. She said absolutely nothing. She just
smiled sweetly and lovingly gazed into my eyes with her dreamy dark brown
eyes. She placed her hands around my head and kissed me tenderly yet
lewdly. I caressed her back and her bare ass. Her skin was silky smooth,
a delight to touch. Her hands, closely followed by her full and sultry
lips, ran across my neck and then my chest, where she nibbled and sucked my
nipples. As her hands explored my torso lower and lower I realized that I
was the only person in the entire cove that had any clothes on at all. I
thought she would correct that oversight when she started to remove my
swimsuit, but she only pulled it down just enough to get to my throbbing
penis.

Kayla licked at the glans. Then she ran her tongue down the underside
of the shaft to the base. She cupped my hairy balls, feeling their heft.
She licked my cock like a Popsicle, covering every square inch. She slid
her tongue around and around the ring of the glans. She kissed and teased
the tiny slit in the tip. Pressing her full lips to the tip, she slowly
parted her lips and slowly took my rock hard dick into her hot voracious
mouth. She mouthed and flicked the glans with her tongue and then took it
deeper. She expertly massaged my throbbing dick with her tongue and sucked
and sucked. On a scale of 1 to 10, that blowjob was a 9. I only
downgraded it from a ten because she pulled off before I ejaculated, which
was a good because I had a long way to go.

She lay down on the deck, legs spread for me, placing her heels far
apart to present the whole of her naked pussy. I got rid of the damned
swimsuit, kicking it off to one side. I returned her oral favor and
started with her lips and ears and gradually moved down to her dark nipples
and then down to the sweet prize. I passed her pussy by as I licked and
nibbled my way down to her toes.

I found her feet to be very beautiful and I was incredibly turned on by
her toe ring. I began sucking her toes, one at a time until I completed
one foot and then I licked and nibbled my way back up to her crotch where I
teased her pussy lips before penetrating her vulva with my tongue. I
licked the insides of each of her labia and before I touched her clit, by
that time, she was gasping for breath.

I spread her dark red pussy lips with my two thumbs and circled the base
of her swollen clit with my tongue. I rubbed my nose up her slit taking in
her wonderful scent, wallowing my face in her juicy pussy and then flicking
her hard little clit with my tongue. She came hard, clasping my head
between her legs. I continued licking her clit as she squirmed and
squirmed.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh!" she cried out loudly.

I heard a cheer go up from a nearby boat. Her orgasm subsided and
before she had recovered I put her legs over my shoulders and slowly
penetrated her pulsating and sopping wet cunt with my hard dick, slowly
driving in as deep as I could go. I concentrated on thrusting her so that
I stimulated her Gspot with each and every stroke. She was very
responsive and came again after only five minutes of fucking. I pulled out
while I could before I pushed myself over the edge, and left her lying on
the deck.

In the back of the boat on the aft deck, Mike was finger fucking Babs
while Babs sucked on Heather's tits. Babs was really hot and was ready to
fuck when I told Mike, "Foredeck's yours."

He pulled Babs off Heather's breasts and took her forward. Kayla was
still lying on the deck and he positioned Babs in a 69 with Kayla, so they
could both eat pussy while he fucked Babs in the ass.

I turned my attentions to Heather. I had her lie on the port gunwale
and as I stood next to her I raised her inboard leg and sucked her toes.
From my vantage point I could clearly see that her pussy lips were swollen
and darker than normal. Fuck juices coated her inner thighs. I wasn't
expecting a virgin, but it was obvious that she had been fucking aboard the
Satyrist before coming aboard the Lazy Daze.

I didn't need to spend much time on preliminaries with her. I finished
her toes and slid my tongue down her leg and directly into her honey hole.
She tasted distinctly different from Kayla, a mixture of pussy juice and
semen. I sucked and lapped up as much fresh sex juice as I could before I
lapped up the residuals on her thighs. I then attacked her clitoris from
the side while I ran my middle finger up her vagina, stimulating her G
while I flicked her clit with my tongue. She damned near fell overboard
when she came.

I gave her a minute or so to recover. Meanwhile I used the time to maul
her lovely large breasts. She had puffy areolas the size of an old silver
dollar, and thumb sized nipples that always seemed erect. She was one
damned sexy looking slut.

I looked forward. Mike had switched Babs and Kayla around and he was
now fucking Kayla in the ass. I had Heather stand and bend over gripping
the gunwale. I took her pussy from behind standing up. I took my time,
screwing her leisurely with long twisting strokes, gyrating my hips as I
pushed in and pulled out. As I looked out across the water while screwing
her, I became aware once again of the catcalls, hoots and hollers coming
from various boats surrounding the three GC boats. We were putting on
quite a libertine spectacle, as we lewdly fornicated in the open.

I watched the action on the Satyrist. While Greg fucked Gina with Gina
on top, the grayheaded man fucked her ass.

I controlled and suppressed my own orgasm by pulling out and squeezing
the head of my dick. Once the urge passed I would plunge back into her and
fuck away, all the while watching Gina. I started working over her G with
my dick and she quickly came again, bucking and jerking as she held to the
side of the boat. I pulled off of her and she collapsed to the deck still
holding the gunwale.

Kayla and Babs remained sitting on the foredeck talking to each other as
Mike came aft. "Jim, Babs needs a good pussy fucking. Go fuck her while I
pop this slut's ass."

I went forward. My dick was only semierect so I stuck it in her face
as she sat. She didn't need any additional encouragement as she took the
glans into her mouth. As far as blowjobs go, it rated a 7, but then again
her primary purpose was just to get me hard so I could fuck her.

I laid her out in the missionary position and I barely penetrated her
pussy with my cock before I withdrew. Nine times I just parted her
quivering pussy lips with my dick and on the tenth I rammed it deep causing
her to gasp for breath. I slowly withdrew completely and eight times I
parted her pussy lips and then rammed her twice. By the time I got to five
and five she was panting and she started begging me to fuck her hard.
Instead I made the next four shallow thrusts as agonizingly slow as I
could. She came before I completed the entire series and I continued to ram
her hard as she came and then came again. I made a mental note that I
should take her to Houston with me sometime.

I was still banging Babs when the boats around the cove began sounding
their horns in warning. I stopped fucking her and stood up. There at the
entrance to the cove came a sheriff's patrol boat! The GC boats weren't
the only boats sponsoring a fuckfest and everyone started playing the
innocent around the cove. The deputies cruised around checking out at the
exposed flesh. After about the third pass, the patrol boat pulled along
side of Pure Pleasure and the deputies boarded her.

They made a great show of checking life jackets and inspecting the boat.
One deputy talked with Bob gesturing towards the Lazy Daze. The other
deputy returned to the patrol boat and as he headed towards the Lazy Daze,
the officer remaining on board Pure Pleasure disappeared below deck. I
quickly counted heads, there were only two men and two women on deck.
Candice was not to be seen.

As the patrol boat approached the Lazy Daze I nervously asked Babs, "How
old are you?"

"Twenty last month. Why?"

"Just checking." Twenty! She was legal but damn, she was the same age
as my son Ben, two years younger than my oldest daughter Sara and only two
years older than my youngest daughter Sandra. No matter, she was willing
and old enough.

The patrol boat pulled along side Lazy Daze and the officer boarded us.
He checked my papers and went through the motions of inspecting the boat.

The deputy spoke to Mike. "We got it cleared from your boss over there.
You got any rubbers on board?"

"Yeah, we always bring some along just in case."

"Good, I'll need one." He turned and pointed to Babs. "Okay Honey, get
below."

Mike dug around in his bag and then handed him a condom. The deputy
went below. Mike and I watched from the deck as he undressed and then
fucked Babs. After about five minutes he was finished and he got dressed,
discarding the used condom on the cabin deck for one of us to pickup and
dispose of it. He made a great show of bringing up a lifejacket from
below. After giving the lifejacket to me, he returned to the patrol boat
and picked up his partner who was now waiting for him. Candice then came
on deck of Pure Pleasure and was holding a used condom in her hand. She
was not so subtlety waving it around. Bob made her knock it off.

The lull in the action was a perfect time for a little refreshment. I
asked, "Any of you sluts want a glass of wine, beer, water, or a soft
drink?"

The girls all affirmed that they would like some white wine and Mike
asked for a beer, then he changed his mind. "Jim, you and I had better
have a glass of Donk's juice, we'll need it."

As Mike poured the wine I got out the left over pot roast and pita bread
and fixed everyone a pocket sandwich. I wanted a beer but drank the veggie
juice anyway.

"Thanks, JimButt," said Heather as I gave her a sandwich. "I was
getting hungry."

"Me too," added Babs.

Kayla said nothing. She just smiled and kissed my hand as I gave her a
sandwich.

"Ummm! This is delicious," said Heather as she savored the spicy meat.
"Did your wife cook this Jim?"

"No. Mike and Gina's new cook did. Good stuff, huh?"

Heather continued, "You know JimButt, you're quite the talk at the gym.
Mike, did you know that he took all of Donk's dick up his ass yesterday?"

"What?"

"Yeah, he took in all of Donk's dick! First time in his life Donk was
able to bury it completely. I hear he caused quite a stir, lots of
witnesses. They nicknamed him JimButt in honor of his unique physique. He
has made Donk a very happy man. Now he has someplace to put all that
meat!"

Taking a swig of beer, Mike asked with a touch of anger in his voice,
"Is this true? Why didn't you tell me?"

I answered defensively, "I didn't think about it."

"You didn't think about having a twelve inch dick run up your ass?"

"I..." He cut me off.

"JimButt, you're my slut, understand?"

"Uh, yeah Mike, of course."

"I knew you liked dicks. Now on your knees slut and spread'em!"

I didn't even think about it, just I got down on the deck on all fours
and let Mike penetrate my ass with his welllubricated dick while the three
girls watched. I didn't care who was watching, but I was surprised to find
it didn't hurt at all.

I realized then that Mike had ass fucked all three girls and was now ass
fucking me. This guy really did have an anal obsession, and I was his butt
boy. I really enjoyed him running his dick in and out of my ass, it was a
nice fit and the head of his dick stimulated my prostate with every stroke.
Repeatedly suppressing my orgasms with the girls meant I couldn't last very
long as my prostate was already fully charged. I squeezed my dickhead as
hard as I could to suppress ejaculation but to no avail, and when I came,
my cum shot about two feet past my head, splattering on Kayla's foot.

Mike pulled out and I just had to stay where I was for a minute. I was
still regaining my senses when Kayla presented her beautiful foot for me to
lick clean. I sucked each of her toes again and lapped up my cum. Just as
I finished her fifth toe, Babs and Heather presented their toes for sucking
and I alternated between their feet until the task was completed only to be
presented Mike's foot. He has big feet and his toes just weren't as
attractive to me as the girls' toes were, but I did my best and gave him a
good toe sucking. I was still sucking his big toe when the Satyrist pulled
along side to exchange sluts. Gina and the two girls who were on the
Satyrist came aboard the Lazy Daze and Heather, Babs, and Kayla boarded the
Satyrist for transportation to Pure Pleasure, where they would be exchanged
for Candice, Marsha, and the red head, Reggie.

Mike introduced me. "Girls, this is my next door neighbor, JimButt.
Jim, this is Cindy Smith, King's wife."

Cindy was a tall honey blonde with blue eyes, big tits, but otherwise
very lean with the body of a female body builder. She definitely wasn't
unattractive, but bulging muscles on a woman just didn't seem to go
together, I just prefer the soft curves of a fit woman.

Mike continued, "I'm sorry honey, I don't know your name."

The petite girl with the short black hair said, "I'm Tanya, Tanya
Bradford."

Gina interjected, "She's Tina Bradford's daughter Mike."

Mike asked, "Does your mother know you're here?"

"Oh, yes! She and Bob Franks are old friends. Mom was one of his sluts
in college. She's in Europe right now. I've been staying with Bob and
Carl the past few weeks. I guess I'm going to stay for a while as I am
supposed to enroll as a sophomore at Rockford High School. Carl and Tom
are so much fun!"

I studied her face and naked body intently. She was obviously a minor.
No way could she be older than fourteen. I asked, "How old are you Tanya?"

"Fifteen. But mom got me an ID that shows I'm eighteen, so there won't
be any trouble."

Mike asked, "What kind of ID?"

"A New York drivers license, birth certificate, and Social Security
Card. They show my name as Tanya Franks, Bob is supposed to be my dad.
Actually he's shown as my dad on my real birth certificate, but Mom says
he's not. She just put him on there when I was born, because she knew that
if anything ever happened to her, Bob would take care of me."

I couldn't believe that this little girl was here with us on a sleazy
outing like this. I asked her, "Does your mom know your having sex?"

"Oh, yes silly! That's why I'm here. Why else would she leave me with
Bob and Carl! I've had a few boy friends and Mom lets some of her friends
sleep with me. Mom said I was ready to learn what the best thing in life
was all about. But she warned me to stay away from Tank Baxter."

Jesus! I just wasn't ready for this. I looked down. Yes, she wore a
gold ankle bracelet just like all the other sluts here. She was no virgin.
I'd already seen that. Stay away from Tank Baxter? That's Wendy's dad.
How does her mother know Baxter? Shit! Wendy was Ben's friend in junior
high and high school. I always suspected Ben was involved with her
sexually, but how involved? Christ, she now lived in one the apartments of
the condo at State U.

Mike said nonchalantly, "JimButt, take Tanya forward and fuck her."

"Mike, I..."

"She's here to be fucked, now go fuck her!"

"Yeah, JimButt," she said, "I like sex, don't you? What's the problem?
I'm perfectly willing just like everyone else here. Besides it's okay with
my mom!"

Mike turned and dove into the water. I decided that orders or not I
also needed a quick swim and I dove in after him. The water was very warm,
but it was still refreshing as it cleansed the sweat from my body. Besides
it got my mind off my butt hurting from yesterday, and it gave me a chance
to think. I felt someone swim between my legs and Tanya popped up out of
the water not three inches from my face. Mike saw me not ten feet from
him.

Mike shouted at me, "God damn it! What the hell do you think you're
doing! I told you to go fuck her! Don't you ever listen? Am I going to
have to beat your god damned ass to get you to listen!?"

Little Tanya came to my rescue. "Leave him alone! He's just being
shy."

Mike exclaimed, "Shy!? JimButt shy? I hardly think so!"

She disappeared underwater. I could feel her grip my dick and then
playfully suck it. Suddenly Mike began to furiously swim towards me. I
thought he was coming after me, but he passed me by as he sprinted back to
the Lazy Daze. I turned and saw two guys on my boat; one was pulling on
Gina's nipple rings while the other was getting the shit beat out him by
Cindy. Mike flew up the boat ladder and physically picked up the guy who
was messing with Gina and threw him overboard. He turned and picked up the
other guy from the deck, making sure that he had rammed a finger up his ass
and threw him overboard.

Mike roared, "These are my sluts, you god damned assholes!!! Mine to
fuck! You're not invited, so stay the fuck off my boat!" The two
interlopers retreated back to their ski boat. Neither one of those guys
was small; each had to be at least 180 pounds. Mike had picked them up
like they were little kids. Shit, he really was Tarzan!

I decided I'd better get back to the boat and fuck this cock sucking
little mermaid before he got angry with me. After all, she was a willing
slut. A little young, but she was willing. As I climbed aboard Mike
glared at me.

"Okay, okay Mike! We're coming! We just needed to cool off and freshen
up a little."

I helped her up the ladder and when she was on deck I asked her, "Okay
baby girl, how do you want it? Up your pussy or up your ass?"

Mike growled, "I'll take her ass, you take her pussy." He reached around
and ran his hand up her ass crack. "Have you ever been double fucked
little girl?"

"Yeah," she said, "That's the way Carl and Tom like to do me."

What a little slut! Here I am concerned about becoming a pedophile and
she's already more experienced sexually than 98% of the women in the world.
I was now more than ready to break another taboo.

I squeezed her left nipple. Tugging gently I said, "Come on little
slut, let's fuck!"

I led the way to the foredeck, followed by Tanya and then Mike. Mike
asked her, "When Carl and Tom double up on you, how do they do it?"

She taunted him, "You don't know how?"

"Of course I do slut! What I want to know is the pussy man on top or is
he on bottom?"

She looked puzzled. "Pussy man on top? Oh, I get you! You're a dirty
old man you know that! The pussy man is on bottom! What else?"

"I'll show you slut! Now get down doggy style!"

With all the bickering and anger of the past few minutes, neither Mike
nor I had a hard on. He called for Gina and Cindy to come forward and suck
us until we were hard. Gina got me up before Cindy got Mike up, but when
he was up, he greased his pole, positioned himself and his dick slid in
effortlessly in her young, but experienced ass. He fucked her ass doggy
style for about five minutes and then he rolled her over on top of him. He
hooked her ankles with his feet and spread her wide. His hands were on her
breasts.

"Okay JimButt, now give her a good fucking!"

Mike continued to thrust gently as I ran my fingers from Mike's
glistening dick up her wetly throbbing vaginal slit to her clit. I
twiddled her twat for a few minutes until she was hot as hell. I sank my
dick into her tight little pussy and slowly penetrated her to the max.
Mike had only half his dick up her ass. He deliberately positioned his
dick so that the first half of her love tunnel was tight as it could be,
crowded by the girth of the underlying cock only a few millimeters away.
This insured that her G would be rubbed hard by my prong. Past the G and
it wasn't so crowded and the area where his dick ended felt like a bump
rubbing the underside of my dick. The real question was who was going to
come first, she or me?

All together we were well over 500 pounds of wanton flesh, but little
Tanya, the receptacle of our manly sex organs, made up only eighty pounds
of the fuck sandwich.

After ten minutes or so she came first. Her tiny orgasming body
thrashed between Mike and me, but I wasn't far behind and we climaxed
nearly together. I lay still on top of her as my dick shrank inside her
pussy. Mike motioned me to get off, I thought he didn't need the extra 200
pounds on top of him, but as I moved off, he rolled her over and fucked her
from behind as she lay sprawled on the foredeck, alternating between slow
thrusting and fast thrusting. Candice always loved it when I fucked her
like that and the intense anal stimulation of the technique pushed little
Tanya to another body thrashing climax.

Mike picked her up off the foredeck and carried her aft and laid her
down on some seat cushions. I went to the ice chest and asked if anyone
wanted something to drink. Gina and Cindy opted for white wine and I
automatically pulled out two beers for Mike and I.

Tanya was quickly recovering. She asked for some white wine. Mike
spoke up forcefully, "No you can't have any wine little girl. You're not
old enough! Here have a Coke!" The irony went over her head but it struck
the four adults as being hilarious. After what Mike and I just done to
her, I laughed like a mad man until my sides hurt.

"What's so funny? My mom lets me have wine when someone sleeps over."

Mike said with finality, "No! You're too young." We rolled around in
stitches until we were exhausted.

Tanya was now pouting. I guess she felt like she was the object of some
joke. Making her into a nympho was one thing, but making her into an
alcoholic was quite another matter. She was in fact too young to be
drinking alcohol. I wanted her to feel better, and I idly picked up her
foot and started sucking toes. She liked that. I could see she was oozing
cum and I wasn't about to let that go to waste. I picked her up and placed
her on the starboard gunwale so her 'dad' on the Pure Pleasure could see
what I was doing to her if he cared to watch.

Mike took Cindy forward to the main fucking area of the foredeck and
when I'd finished cleaning Tanya's pussy I turned to see what they were
doing. Mike had her butt in the air and he was eating her ass! Not just a
flick of the tongue here or there, but really orally working her asshole
over. I sat next to Gina to watch the obscene act.

"Cindy really likes that," Gina commented. "So do I."

I thought back to Candice eating out my butt last night, but we were
drunk. "You want me to eat out your ass?"

"Not necessarily now, but maybe before I leave on my trip tomorrow." I
wanted to delay this for a while, but I knew I would do it if she asked
again. I decided to change the subject.

"Gina, what do you know about her?" I asked gesturing towards the petite
teen.

"Well I met her mom, Tina, about three years ago. Tina was one of Bob
Franks' sluts during college. Bob, Harry DuBois and Doc Marin shared
sluts. Tina told me she was in love with Bob and would and did anything he
asked of her. When they graduated Harry married Gayle, Doc married Marsh
and Bob married Sally. There was another full time slut of theirs,
Roxanne; she married Tank Baxter. Tina was left out in the cold and so she
went her own way. Bob kept in contact with Tina through the years, screwed
her at every opportunity, bought her artwork and supported her financially.

"Three years ago when I met her it was at a big showing of her work in
New York and then in San Francisco. She asked Bob to be there with her and
I accompanied Bob over those three weeks because Sally, Bob's wife, was
very sick. She died of cancer a little over two years ago. Anyway, the
three of us slept together and I became good friends with her. She told me
she had a twelve year old daughter and really didn't know who the father
was, but when Tanya was born, she listed Bob as the father because she knew
he'd take care of her if anything happened to her."

"During the show she left Tanya with some good friends. They were
artists also. No sooner had Tina dropped her off and left for New York,
her friends told Tanya they wanted to paint her in the nude. Well, Tanya
had modeled nude for her mother all her life and didn't think anything of
it. To make it short, the child wasn't allowed to wear any clothing for
the entire three weeks and she was passed around from man to man to woman
to man and was offered to anyone who visited to model with her."

"Tina was upset when she returned, but she discovered that Tanya wasn't
forced into anything. Tanya said she was willing and had enjoyed it. Tina
knew then that Tanya was just like she was, a slut. Tina was also very
impressed with the quantity and quality of the artwork produced with Tanya
as the central model. Tina accepted a half dozen works as gratis and sent
them on to Bob."

Gina continued, "After that Tina had a whole series of shows in LA,
Boston, Fort Worth, Chicago and elsewhere, and thereafter she left her with
her artist friends whenever she would be out of town, and she was out of
town a lot. Her friends got busted on drug charges a few weeks ago while
Tina was in town. Fortunately Tanya wasn't there when the cops raided the
place. Tina said that a lot of very fine art work of Tanya was
confiscated. She's trying to recover the art for her friends, and she has
Harry working on it. It was Harry's suggestion that Tanya come to
Rockford. She's been trying out various places to live; the best fit is
with Bob and Carl. Carl is only a year older than she is."

That explained a lot. I surmised that Gina was one of those people who
somehow always knew what was going on, and she was quite willing to share
that information with me. I looked over at the Satyrist. My slut wife was
sucking off the grayheaded man.

"Gina, over on the Satyrist, the blonde hair guy, that's Heather's
husband, Greg. Right?"

"That's right."

"Who's the grayheaded man?"

"You don't know?" She giggled, "That's my daddy!"

I nearly fell over. "That was your daddy fucking you in the ass?"

"Oh, yes. He's been doing that and more to my brother and me since we
were kids. You really didn't know?"

I was shocked. "No."

"He's a photographer and he made kiddie porno movies with Brad and me,
you know dick sucking, ass fucking, gang bangs, that sort of thing. He got
caught, and Mom and he were sent to prison. He got out last year after
serving ten years and after my mom died in jail of brain cancer."

She continued, "I know, you think he's awful. Well, all the profits he
made from those movies he put into trusts for Brad and me. I don't know
about Brad's, but my trust is worth a lot."

My curiosity was up. It was none of my business but I had to ask. "How
much?"

"You nosey bastard! Okay, this is strictly confidential and only
because you think my daddy is awful. Even after the market decline, my
share is worth over three million dollars."

"Three mil..."

She cut me short. "My daddy did that for me! You still think he's
awful?"

"I didn't say he was awful, I was just stunned." I gathered my wits and
decided to change subjects again before I probed into something I didn't
need to know. "The guy over there with Bob on Pure Pleasure, who's he?"

"That's Tony Marin, Doc's youngest brother. He's a pharmacist, he's in
charge of the pharmacy at Memorial Medical Center."

"Greg Lockly. What does he do?"

"He'll do anything."

"I mean professionally."

"He's a real estate developer. That's how he can afford that boat."

"How about King and Jarred?"

"King's a sales rep for a medical supply company. Jarred, that's
Lockly's son, he has an electrical contracting business."

"Cindy is King's wife?"

"Yes. She's also Heather's daughter."

"Now that you mention it, they do look alike. Where is King today?"

"Oh, he and Jarred, and Shamar and Jamal, all went up to State U for a
body builder completion. They're strutting their stuff."

"Why didn't Cindy go with them?"

"Oh they had a spat about something. She's tight lipped about it but
whatever it is, she's really hacked off at him. It's not about sex, that's
for sure. I think it's about money. She likes to spend more than he makes
and he likes to gamble."

Mike came aft with Cindy after poking her butt. "You two going to just
sit there and knit? Come on JimButt, you're falling behind!"

I was rested up enough and ready to go again. I replied, "We were just
taking a short break and talking about a few things."

"For Christ's sake you two are next door neighbors! Fuck now and gossip
later!"

Gina helped me out by going down on my flaccid member and bringing it to
life. She pulled off and said to Cindy, "Come on Cindy, let's take him
forward and gang bang him!"

They took me to the foredeck and I lay down on my back. Gina sat on my
dick, and taking it up her pussy. She rode me for a few minutes and then
gave me to Cindy. The two sluts traded off every few minutes for the next
half hour.

They only stopped when the boat horns sounded their warning of the
approaching sheriff's patrol boat. It was the same two deputies. Again
they cruised around the cove looking over all the naked women. They
boarded a few boats and made inspections and then pulled along side Pure
Pleasure. One deputy boarded her while the other came over to Lazy Daze
and boarded us. Again he went through the charade of inspecting us.

As the deputy rummaged around the deck he said, "I see you have a new
set of whores."

We didn't reply. He looked over at Tanya. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Yeah, right! Let me see your ID."

"If you don't believe me you can ask my daddy."

"Where's your daddy?"

"Over there." She pointed to Pure Pleasure "That's our boat. My ID is
over there too."

He looked over at Pure Pleasure and shook his head. "That's your
daddy?"

"Yeah, I'm Tanya Franks."

"Okay Tanya, you're eighteen, I believe you. Why don't you go below
decks for me?" He turned to me and said, "You have a rubber?"

Mike handed him a condom and he went below. We drank a beer and watched
him hump her for a good fifteen minutes. I looked over at Pure Pleasure to
count heads. Kayla wasn't on deck. When the sheriff's deputy was finished
he dressed, discarding the used condom by tossing it on her. He left and
then picked up his partner from Pure Pleasure and they departed the cove
having done their job of protecting the public.

I dove into the water to cool off some. Mike, Tanya and Cindy followed
me. Gina stayed aboard, reluctant to get her hair wet. The engines of the
Satyrist came to life and soon it was along side to exchange women.
Candice, Marsha and the red head came aboard Lazy Daze and Gina, Tanya, and
Cindy boarded Satyrist for transport to Pure Pleasure.

Pretty and petite Marsha spoke first. "Hi cutie! I've been waiting all
day to get to you. Come on, show me what you've got." She stroked my penis
until it was firmly erect. "I see that all your booboos are better. I
hear you really know what to do with your dick. How about your tongue?
Are you a good pussy licker?"

Eating pussy is about my most favorite thing to do, and an invitation
like that must be accepted. I accepted by asking her. "Are you a good
cock sucker?"

We didn't bother to move from the aft deck to the foredeck, we just sort
of automatically went into a 69 right where we stood with me on top. I
teased her pussy for a long time, by nibbling on her vulva, licking the
edges of her labia, and burying my nose in her clitoral hood, before I got
down to serious muff diving. After working over her clit for a while,
licking and sucking it, I spread her hood and blew softly on her swollen
clitoris, chilling it. Opening her wide, I engulfed her chilled sex into
my warm mouth. She jerked at the sudden change in temperature.

I ran my tongue down and into her vaginal canal, exploring the love
tunnel that had already been traversed today by the cocks of several men. I
went back up and earnestly stimulated her clit to an orgasm. As I broke
off oral sex with her I rated her blowjob at only a seven, and then I
decided I was being unfair. I really didn't give her a chance to work me
over as I was actively fucking her mouth the entire time.

Turning around, I spread her legs wide, almost forming an inverted 'T'.
I spread my knees wide and tucked under her legs and penetrated her while I
remained upright. This allowed me access to finger her clit as I fucked
her pussy. After almost ten minutes of fucking she came again, this time
really hard. I could feel her pussy repeatedly contracting around my dick
until she struggled free of any further stimulation. I was glad to stand
up, as the slip resistant deck was hard on my knees.

"Damn honey! You are good!" she exclaimed. "We'll have to do this more
often."

"How about Wednesday at your office?"

"I had already planned on that sweetie!"

The red head grabbed my still hard dick and went down on me earning a
nine on the blow meter. She was almost as good as Candice or Gina. I
needed to fuck this slut to make my day complete, and I had to fight to
hold back from having an orgasm. I pulled out of her wonderful mouth and I
had to squeeze my dick just below the head to suppress coming. She got
down on all fours and put her head on the deck. I knew what Mike was going
to do to her so after I sank my dick in her snatch, so I penetrated her ass
with my middle finger. While I slowly stroked away at her clasping pussy
with my lustswollen dick, I thrust my finger rapidly in her ass, and when
I stroked her cockhungry pussy fast, I just curled my finger, hooking it
in her ass and holding on. She got very vocal being treated this way.

"Oh shit! Oh, Jesus! Oh shit! Yeah baby, fuck me! Fuck me harder!
Harder! Oh, shit baby! Fuck me! Oh please fuck me hard! Oh, Jesus!"

As jaded as the occupants of the nearby boats had become to the
activities taking place on the GC boats that day, several people stopped
what they were doing to check out what I was doing to her. I couldn't hold
back any longer and I let it rip when she began to uncontrollably thrash
around in her own moment of pure ecstasy.

Mike had finished with Candice and was standing there watching me prep
the red head's ass for the final assault. I pulled off and he immediately
rammed it home and fucked her ass hard. She continued to hoot and holler
until she let out a scream that could be heard across the cove. Mike let
her collapse unto the deck, pulling his dick out of her ass as she fell.
We each had only one more slut to do.

Mike leered down at Marsha, pecker at the ready. Marsha wantonly pulled
her legs towards her chest, offering him his final asshole.

Candice reached around my chest and tenderly hugged me. "You save any
for me Jim?"

"You know I always have something for you, Babe."

We went to the foredeck, not to fuck, but to make love. We tenderly
kissed and stroked each other's bodies until nature provided me another
hard on. My passion rose and we copulated in front of strangers and
friends alike. We lovingly fucked for a long time until I heard the
engines of the Satyrist. She pulled along side to take Marsha and the red
head back to Pure Pleasure.

I caught the redhead from behind just before she boarded and massaged
her nicely freckled tits. "No one introduced us," I said.

"Reggie, Reggie Patterson. See you tonight at the party."

Soon the Satyrist was back from Pure Pleasure and Gina returned to the
Lazy Daze. As I prepared to get underway, Pure Pleasure maneuvered under
auxiliary power to leave Mermaid Cove. I had to hurry to fall in line
behind Satyrist. As we left, the remaining boats blew their horns in
appreciation of the lewd entertainment we had provided them.

As she cleared the cove Pure Pleasure hoisted sail for the downwind run
back to the marina. My rigging jammed. The Satyrist stayed with us in
case we need a tow. It took me over ten minutes to make repairs and hoist
sail. Satyrist blew its horn and sped away easily overtaking Pure Pleasure
in a matter of minutes. It was about 3 o'clock in the afternoon and I
figured with the favorable wind, it shouldn't take much more than an hour
to make it to the marina.

Halfway back to the marina we heard the sharp 'Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!'
of the sheriff's patrol boat. It was the same two officers who boarded us
at Mermaid Cove. They signaled us to pull to and they boarded us, tying
off the patrol boat to the stern of the Lazy Daze. The four of us were
still naked. They looked around.

The first deputy said, "We allow nudity at Mermaid Cove, not out here
where little kids might see you." He pointed to Mike and me. "You two.
Get some pants on!" He pointed to Candice and Gina. "You two, get below
decks." He turned to Mike, "I hope you still have a couple of rubbers we
can use on those two whores."

Mike answered, "They're not whores, they're our wives!"

"They act like whores."

"No, they act like sluts because they are sluts. They fuck because they
like to fuck. They're not for sale, they're free!"

"Whatever. You got rubbers or do we arrest you for public indecency?"

"Just a minute." Mike rummaged around his pack. "Here, this is all I
have left. Use these on them." He held out two brightly colored French
ticklers.

"God damn!" exclaimed the second deputy.

The girls hadn't gone below yet and the first deputy said to the second,
"I already fucked that one today," pointing to Candice, "Dave, you fuck her
and I'll fuck the bitch with the nipple rings."

Mike said, "Why not fuck both of them? Just use the same rubber."

The two deputies looked at him incredulously. The second replied,
"Okay, we'll fuck'em both!"

Mike gestured to Gina and Candice to go below saying, "Below decks
girls. You sluts aren't finished fucking today!"

He tossed Officer Dave a tube of KY. "Use it liberally with those
ticklers. Give them a good ride girls!"

The girls and the sheriff's deputies disappeared below deck. I looked
around for my swimsuit and remembered I took it off on the foredeck. It
was long gone, no doubt floating around Mermaid Cove. Mike and I both
found our shorts and put them on.

Soon we were back underway, towing the patrol boat, which slowed us down
considerably. Mike and I drank some veggie juice chased with a beer and
periodically looked down the hatch to see what was going on. The cops had
good stamina now, having shot off twice in the past four hours or so, plus
the dulling effect of the French ticklers meant they could hump away for a
long time before coming. The prolonged use of the French ticklers had the
opposite effect on the girls and they came hard and frequently. I saw the
cops switch girls at least once and Mike said he saw them switch off twice.
It took an extra thirty minutes to make it to the marina towing the damned
patrol boat, while the girls and cops fornicated below.

As we approached the marina we struck sail and I fired up the auxiliary.
That got their attention. Deputy Dave popped his head out of the hatch and
asked, "Where are we?"

"Rockford Yacht Club Marina," I said.

"Damn! Why didn't you tell us where we were?"

"You were too busy fucking my wife. Now if you don't mind, we have
other things to do today. By the way, take your used rubbers with you."

He disappeared below deck and in a minute the two deputies were on deck
and dressed. "Thanks guys! Those two are some hot babes! See you around.
Soon I hope." They boarded their patrol boat tossing the wellused French
ticklers into the water, and then sped away.

We tied up at my slip. Mike and I unloaded the gear unto the dock, and
then loaded it in my Jag. The exhausted girls were still below, having
fallen asleep. Mike tossed them shorts and a shirt.

"Come on Gina! Let's go! Wake up Candy! Put your pants on before I
fuck you again. Everybody up!"

As usual after a sail, there were a lot of things that needed to be done
to the boat, but also as usual there wasn't time or energy to do what
needed to be done. I decided to procrastinate and take care of everything
later. There was silence on the way home from the marina, as everyone but
me caught a nap.

"Damn! It's already past six, " said Mike as we unloaded the car.
"I'll pick you and Candy up in a half hour."

Shit, I was tired and not really up for the party at Bob's, but I also
knew that I had to attend. "I need a bite to eat and a nap Mike. Make it
an hour."

"Okay buddy She said, see you in an hour. Don't eat too much. Bob
always puts out a big spread. Dress is casually, very casual."

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BETSY'S BIRTHDAY (Chapter 127)

They had another barbecue in the Kelleher's back yard to celebrate
Betsy's first birthday. All the usual suspects were in attendance.

Kristin had asked to talk to Sophia privately, so they were huddled in a
corner of the backyard. Everyone else was gathered in the general vicinity
of the picnic table.

"Hey, Warren, you know what?" Jess, sitting next to him, said. "Your
little brother is a hunk."

Ryanwho heard herlaughed, as did Warren. "Hey, Jess, if you're going
after my brother, you'd better like sharing. And not just with one, with
about ten."

Ryan laughed. "Oh, it hasn't been that bad."

"You should see it," Warren told Jess. "Every time I step into this
house, there's a new girl on Ryan's arm."

"Well, of course," Jess grinned. "Like I said, he's a hunk. Plus, if
he's your brother, Warrenhe's probably a sweetheart and very smart."

"That's me all over," Ryan grinned.

"So," Jess continued, "if he hasn't yet found his Sophia, why not play
the field?"

"Well, that's what I had been thinking," Ryan said.

Jess picked up something from the way that he phrased that. "Things
have changed, haven't they?"

"Yeah," Ryan admitted. "Well, maybe."

"Laurel," Warren guessed.

"Good call, big bro," Ryan grinned.

"Clue me in," Jess said.

"Laurel Tingsley," Ryan told her. "She lives out in West Boylston, near
Worcester. I met her in March. Georgia Tech held this gettogether for
everyone from around here that's going to be attending in September.
That's where we met. We hit it off, and started emailing and IMing and
that. We've seen each other a number of times. That's tough, West
Boylston's not close, and we're both working for the summer. But we've
managed, about every other week. She went to the prom with meand Warren's
wedding."

"Oh, you mean the stunning redhead I saw you dancing with?" Jess
grinned.

"That's her," Ryan grinned. Then the grin faded. "That night, after
Warren's wedding, we made love for the first time. Jess, I'm not
inexperienced, OK? But, with her, it wasamazing."

"And now you guys are going to the same college," Jess grinned.

"Yep. We're going to date when we get there and see what happens."

"From what I understand, Laurel's in my league academically," Warren
said.

"She sure is," Ryan grinned. "And, despite what you said earlier, Jess,
I am not. I hold my own; but with Warren and Kris around I'm the family
dummy. And Laurel is going to Tech on a full academic scholarship."

"And she's not impressed with Mister Basketball Scholarship one little
bit," Warren teased.

"Actually, she is. That, plus the fact that I could have gotten into
Tech academically, though I wouldn't have gotten a scholarship. But she's
impressed that a jock like me treats her like a person. She was known as a
first class geek at her high school."

"She's gorgeous, though," Jess pointed out.

"Yeah, and she's not shy or withdrawn or anything. I don't know. I
guess when you're at the top of everything academically, you're a geek by
definition. She was surprised that I didn't think she was a geek," Ryan
laughed. "Until, at the wedding, she met Kristin."

"That'll do it," Warren laughed.

"Oh, yeah?" Jess snorted. "Kristin, my ass. She could've met you when
I first did and she'd know what a geek is."

"Jess, honey, I've got news for you," he grinned at her. "I'm still a
geek."

Ryan, who knew the whole story, said, "He is, Jess. And you sleep with
him!"

"Oh, no, what have I done?" Jess mockwailed.

Sophia and Kristin grabbed their food and headed over to a corner of the
back yard. They sat on the grass. "So, Kris, what did you want to ask me
about?"

"Sophie, what is sex like?"

Sophia almost choked on her hamburger. "What?!?"

"I can't ask my mother," Kristin said softly. "I don't have a sister. I
have no close girlfriends. You're the only one. And you are my sister
now, actually."

"That's so sweet," Sophia beamed. Then, she looked right at Kristin.
"Kris, you and Tom haven't....."

"No, just kiss. I mean, if I had, would I have to ask you what it's
like?" she giggled.

"Well, unless you were asking me what it's supposed to be like. Anyway,
why, then, were you asking? Are you thinking about it?"

"Yes. No. I don't know," Kristin sighed. "Look, I've known you and
Warren have been having sex since I knew what sex was. When I got to be
old enough that Mom didn't care what you guys were doing in Warren's room,
I noticed that you'd always come downstairs looking very happy. And Ryan?
The night of your wedding, he was with Laurel." Kristin explained who
Laurel was. "When I saw her the next morning, she looked like she had died
and gone to heaven."

"I know what's going on around me," she continued, "but I never thought
of it personally, because guys seemed completely beyond me. Then Tom came
along. And, God, Sophie, when he kisses me? Wow!"

Sophie smiled at her sisterinlaw. "So, something's waking up."

"And how."

"Kris, do not rush into anything. Please. Trust me on that one."

"I won't. Heck, I don't even know when I'm going to see him again!"

"I know. I'm worried that, when you do see him, you'll be tempted to
rush it, just because you don't see him that much."

"No. I'm just, you know, wondering."

"OK, then. To answer your original question, it depends, and on a lot
of things. The first and most important is the guy."

Kristin blushed bright read. "I, er, heard two girls in my class
talking about that."

"About what, exactly?" Sophia asked.

"Well, one was saying how great her new boyfriend was, because he was
really, you know." She blushed deeper. "Big."

"Bullshit," Sophia laughed. "That's someone trying to impress a friend.
Listen, Warren's not small....."

Kristin interrupted, dismayed. "Oh, God, I don't know if I want to know
these things about my brother>"

"Hey, Kris, you asked me what sex was like. Who do I have sex with?"
Sophia asked bemused. Kristin looked a little sheepish. "Don't worry,
I'll try not to go into too much graphic detail. Anyhow, Warren's not
smallbut he's not huge, either. I've had bigger. I've never had better,
and it's not even close. Size means nothing. Attitude means everything."

"Attitude?"

"My pleasure is as important to Warren as his own is. If not more so."

"Oh."

"That is what I mean when I say the guy makes a difference. A lot of
other things make a difference. Your attitude." Kristin looked at her.
Sophie smiled. "It's a whole lot better if you are completely sure you
really want it."

"Oh. You mean, like, what happened to you before Warren."

"That's a lot of it. But it even happens nowadays. Look, Warren and I
love each other, we're together, and we take care of each other. There are
days that Warren's really in the mood, and I'm not, but I'll give in for
his sake." Kristin shot her a look. "Oh, Kris, that goes both ways. In
fact, it probably goes the other way more often. I'm generally hornier
than Warren is, believe it or not." Kristin giggled at that. "But, what I
was saying was, the more I'm in the mood, the better it is. If I can say
that about Warren, imagine what it was like going to bed with guys when I
was really unsure and hesitating. It's really not worth it."

"How will I know?" Kris asked her.

"You will," she smiled. "Trust me."

"OK. When it's the right guy, the right time, I'm really sure, all
thatis it really that good?"

"Oh, Kris, you won't believe it. Trust me. You won't believe how good
it is."

They talked a little longer, then headed back towards the rest of the
crowd. It was cake time. A kid's first birthday isn't complete without
watching her attempting to eat chocolate cake and getting it all over
herself!

A week later, and Warren and Sophie were headed back to Wisconsin.
Because they'd be living in an apartment and not the dorms, they had a lot
of stuff to move. So, they rented a truck. However, they still wanted
Warren's van out there with themand neither of them wanted to drive alone.
So, they worked out a plan. Warren would drive the truck, and Crash would
accompany him as far as Chicago. Jessie would ride with Sophie and Betsy
in the van until Milwaukee. They bought walkietalkies so they could
communicate on the road.

Sophie was driving along the Mass Pike. Jess was sitting in the
passenger's seat, wearing shorts, her sandals off, and her foot was up
against the dashboard. She was painting her toenails.

Sophie looked at her, bemused. "How you can do that in a moving car is
completely beyond me."

"I'm good," Jess grinned.

"So what do we have today? Pink? Purple? Black?"

"FuckMe Red," Jessie grinned. "My favorite."

"It would be," Sophia grinned back. "So, what's the deal when we stop
tonight? You coming in the hotel room with us, or Crash?"

"You guys."

"I thought you and Crash might, you know....."

"I offered," Jess grinned. "He turned me down. It's Liz."

"Ah."

"Hey, Jay really is a monogamous guy. The only time he ever cheated on
me was right at the end, when it was all falling apart." Jessie grinned.
"I think he's really stuck on Liz. You know that nut flew out to LA last
weekend just to see her?"

"Cool," Sophia giggled. "This really doesn't bother you."

"Nope. I'm happy for him. And I've liked Liz since you introduced me
to her. She's very downtoearth, considering. If those guys work it out,
I'll be happy."

"And what about you?"

"I'm fine, Sophie," Jess grinned. "Yeah, I'm looking, I won't deny it.
But I've got you and Warren in the meantime, I know you guys love me, and I
love both of you. I'm only 21. No rush, you know?" She gave Sophie a wry
little grin. "Not everybody finds their soulmate at 14, Miss Romantic."

"I know," she giggled.

"Mama!" they heard from the back seat.

"Ah, someone's awake. Hi, Betsy," Sophia said.

"Hi, Betsy," Jess echoed.

"Mama! Ahnshess!" Betsy chirped.

"Was that 'Aunt Jess'?" Jessie asked.

"Yeah, I do believe it was!" Sophia said.

"Ahnshess!" Betsy repeated.

Sophia cracked up laughing. Jessie just looked at her. "She said Aunt
Jess before she said anything even remotely resembling Grammy. Do not tell
my mother!"

Jessie joined in Sophia's laughter. "Wouldn't dream of it."

"You what?" Warren was asking Crash at just about the same time.

"Flew to LA last weekend. I was supposed to finish the summer job last
Friday, but I decided to end Thursday. Called Liz up and asked her what
she'd do if I hopped on a plane to come out and spend the weekend with her.
She said she'd do a jig, then fuck my brains out," he grinned. "Now, come
on, what would you do?"

"Fly to LA," Warren laughed.

"You're a wise man, Warren," Crash intoned with a chuckle.

"So, what's up with you and Liz?"

"Long distance romance, pretty much. We talked a lot about it this
weekend. We're pretty crazy about each other. We either instant message
or talk on the phone for hours every night. It's going to be tough, no
doubt, but there's definitely something there."

"Does Jess know?" Warren asked.

"Jess knows everything. I even thanked her," Crash laughed. "For two
things. One was breaking up with me when she didit really was one hell of
a wakeup call. The other thing was taking me to bed back in February and
showing me what I was doing wrong."

"Not that that would make much of a difference with Liz, unless she's
changed."

"Nope," Crash laughed, "she still cums if you look at her crosseyed.
But it's good for me, you know. I don't want to have to rely on her
reactions."

"And Jess is OK with everything?"

"Jess is lonely. She's fine with me and Liz, but she's lonely." He
looked at Warren. "And I'm probably overstepping my bounds in a big way,
here, but I don't think you and Sophie are enough. Not in the long run."

"Crash, we know that. Both of us."

"OK. As long as you know that." Crash sighed. "I now agree with Jess
and I breaking up, but I will love her until the day I die. I want her to
be happy."

"You know I want the same thing. As does Sophie. I think she is happy
now." Crash started to say something, but Warren cut him off. "Not in the
long run, yes, I know. But, don't forget how young we all are."

"True. I just feel older," Crash said ruefully.

"That, pal, is because you're losing your hair."

"Oh, thanks a lot. I'm not even 21 yet, asshole."

"Sorry, but you have a receding hairline."

"I've always had a high forehead, where the hell have you been?"

Finally, Warren and Sophia got to Madison.

There was an apartment complex right on the edge of the campus. It was
reserved for Seniors, graduate studentsand married students. That's where
Sophia and Warren would be living this year. They had a twobedroom
apartment on the third floor.

Right down the hall were Papa Bear and Cait. They had stayed in Madison
all summer, and had done a lot of helping to get Warren and Sophia the
apartment. Now they, plus Mike and Alexawho were up on the fifth
floorwere helping the duo get their stuff moved in.

They took a couple of days to get moved in and get themselves together.
A few days before classes were to start, they had scheduled some ice time.
They had called before they got there and had nailed down their ice time
for the semester.

About a half hour before they were supposed to hit the ice, they were
getting ready, gathering their stuff up, and also Betsy's so they could
drop her off at the day care. The phone rang. It was Kathy, their coach
in Wisconsin.

"Hey, Kath!" Warren answered. "Yeah, we've got ice time in a half hour.
We figured we'd see you then. What?"

Sophia looked on as Warren's face fell. By the time he hung up the
phone, he looked like he wanted to strangle someone.

"What did she say, Warren?" Sophie asked worriedly. He told her.

Sophie was horrified. "WHAT? Jesus Christ, how could she do that to
us?"

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A Different Love {Redman} {bd inc mF reluc}
October 2000

Authors Note: I would be interested in any comments or
corrections that readers might care to share with me. I
can be reached at redmanseductive.

Also, this work is not intended to be read by minors.
If you are not legally an adult in your country or
culture, please do not read it. This story is a work of
fiction. Everything in it is a product of my own
imagination and does not represent the way that anyone
of any age should be treated or to represent a norm of
acceptable behavior. In particular, I do not through
this story condone sexual acts between minors and
adults.

A Different Love

I tightened the ropes on mother's wrist, once again
thankful that she slept so soundly. Controlling her
arms was the most important thing. I watched her eyes
carefully as I looped the rope around her right ankle
and as it went around, her eyelids fluttered. There was
no sense risking more. I would only get one chance to
do this properly. With a gentle but firm pull on all
three ropes her limbs were stretched to three of the
corners of the bed.

As I tied off her arms, mother began protesting. She
ordered me to release her. It was the first order
mother had given me in six years. I ignored it,
securing her arms, and then placed the strip of tape
over her mouth, despite all her attempts to avoid it.
Her leg had become loose, but was easily recaptured.
The second leg completed my initial task.

I looked down on my prize. It was the first time I had
ever bound a woman. The knots looked serviceable. I had
done it thousands of times in my head.

Tomorrow was my sixteenth birthday. My mother was the
only person who had ever loved me, the only person I
had ever loved. I might be destroying that love. I
hoped that I wasn't. In any case, the new course of my
life, of our lives, was now irrevocably altered.

"Calm down, mother," I said as gently as possible. "I
don't want to scare you any more. It must be
frightening to wake up bound to your bed with someone
standing over you." I sat on the bed, stroking her
hair, neck and face softly. "I haven't gone crazy.
You're going to be safe."

"I'm still your son and I love you more than I've ever
loved anyone or anything. I would never want to do
anything to harm you, mother."

"Tomorrow is my birthday. I saw the cake you bought:
the same one we always share to celebrate my birthday.
But this year is special to me. The old rituals you
shared with your little boy won't do anymore, mother.
This year I have to take control of my own life. This
year, your son becomes a man."

"I know you've done the best you can do. I've seen you
struggle to make as good a life for us as you can. It
hasn't been easy raising a child by yourself. I've
tried to help and I know you love me, but mother, our
lives have to change. You're a wonderful person, but
you're too disorganized. Our lives are chaos because
you make every decision at the last moment, never
knowing from one moment to the next what you'll do.

"I can't live like that anymore, mother. I have to have
more control. I have to do this, even if you end up
hating me. I hope you don't. It's Friday evening.
Before this weekend is over, you may hate me more than
any person you've ever known. I hope that's not the
case. I want you to love me, but it will have to be
another kind of love from now on. It will have to be a
different love, maybe even a strange love."

I began to slowly unbutton my mother's blouse. Her eyes
began to fill with panic again, so I kept my voice
gentle, trying to allay her fears.

"Mother, I'm going to try to explain to you something
that you've never understood about me. It's something I
realized a long time ago. You've always known I was an
organized person. You've depended on me to cook and
clean and organize our lives to what little degree they
are right now. I mean, what other fifteen year old pays
the family bills so that the checks arrive on time?"

Her blouse was fully unbuttoned so I softly stroked her
belly with my right hand, spreading the blouse out to
reveal as much of her pale flesh as I could.

"When I started studying psychology, I thought I might
have a compulsive disorder. But I know that I don't
have any compulsion to do these things. I can control
them. In fact, with me it's all about control."

I unzipped her pants, spreading them to uncover even
more of her stomach to my caress.

"What you may not know mother is that I've always had a
desire to dominate people. I've always wanted to be in
charge. Ever since puberty I've wanted to dominate
women. All through classes at school, I imagine tying
up my teachers and the girls that sit next to me. In my
mind, I would explore their bodies in wonderful ways. I
wanted to show them such pleasures."

I reached under mother with both my hands on either
side of her, briefly hovering over her body, and
unsnapped her brassiere. While I couldn't pull it off,
I was able to push it forward and expose her breasts.

Mother's breasts were more beautiful than I had
expected. They were about the size of a small
grapefruit cut in half and her nipples were a dark
brown color. The aureole was a much lighter shade and
circled in a band about three quarters of an inch wide.
I had never seen a woman's breasts before, but these
looked soft and inviting. I looked at them far too
long, loosing control for just a moment.

I shook my head, clearing it. "But more than teachers
or clates or anyone else, mother, I've dreamed of
dominating you. When I make your breakfast every
morning, I dream of feeding you from my fingers in
little bites, pressing each morsel in your mouth while
you worship me at my feet. There are hundreds of ways
that in my mind I have tied you to tables and chairs,
caressing your body and making love to you. "

"Mother, my desire for you is more than I can bear
alone. If I keep it bottled up inside anymore, I'll
explode one day, probably destroying us both. I'm
asking you to help me to control it. I need your help,
mother. I need your help to control my desires."

I think I was getting through to her a bit. She was
still afraid, but the panic was retreating. Perhaps a
person simply can't stay panicked any longer than she
had. Even as I raised up off the bed and began to
remove my clothes, she didn't panic anymore. I tried to
stay out of her line of sight, but even to my ears the
sounds of my disrobing were harsh and loud.

"I'm not going to rape you, mother. At least, I don't
want to rape you. It's my hope that by the end of this
weekend, you'll give yourself to me. I want to make
love to you. I want it desperately, so desperately that
I'm willing to risk alienating the only person who's
ever loved me."

I knelt beside the bed, still trying to keep my body
from her view for fear of frightening her more. I
untied her right arm and, holding the wrist firmly,
pulled off her blouse and the bra off of her arm. She
struggled against me, but her struggling was neither
fitful nor angry. She simply resisted with all her
strength, a steady, firm resistance.

But I'm big for my age. I'm bigger and stronger than
mother.

"Can I tell you what I've concluded about you while I
take off the rest of your clothes? Mother, you're a
good person, but you have a knack for being attracted
to the wrong man. I'm not being critical, even you've
joked about being a magnet for losers. You've always
gone for the strong, macho type, haven't you? The
bigger the guy, the rougher he treated you, the better
you liked it. Didn't you?"

"I heard you some nights, I know you tried to be quiet.
There's nothing to be ashamed of, not between you and
I. I've heard you with men and I've seen the way you
like to be treated."

I untied mother's left arm and removed her blouse and
bra completely, leaving her naked from the waist.

"You're a very submissive woman, mother. You need a man
that will dominate you, a man that's stronger than you
are. That doesn't make you a weak person or a bad
person. But you choose men who dominate you through
their cruelty, through hate."

After I tied her arm down again I sat on the bed next
to her. Mother finally realized that I was naked, the
length of my left thigh rested along the left side of
her body. As I looked into her eyes, I could see her
apprehension. She probably thought I was going to
violate her immediately. I had thought about this a
long time. We had all weekend together. I would try to
be patient.

"Mother, I need to ask you some questions now. I know
you're afraid. Just try to nod yes or no, please. Do
you need to go to the bathroom?"

Her eyes widened, afraid of what might happen if she
nodded yes. She shook her head firmly no.

"Mother, we have all weekend. You're going to have to
go to the bathroom at some point, dear. In the morning,
we'll have to take a shower and we'll be doing that
together. There's no reason for you to be more
distressed than you already are. If you need to urinate
or defecate, I won't abuse you or do anything weird or
kinky when you do. Do you understand?"

I had debated whether to use the words "piss or shit"
with mother, but I had decided that these words might
panic her even more. In any case she nodded somewhat to
my question, though I doubted whether she truly
believed that I would not abuse my control of her body
at this point.

"Now I want you to think, mother. Other than being
afraid, other than being tied up and frightened, are
you in any pain or is there anything else that is
making you uncomfortable that I can rectify?"

I saw her mind began to work behind her eyes. I doubted
she was in pain. The soft ropes I had used had been
tested thoroughly. I had tied up my own legs much
tighter and left them tied all night without damage to
the skin. I was worried that she might be excessively
thirsty or have an itch somewhere that might be
distracting her. But I could see that she was trying to
think of some way to appeal to me to untie her or at
the least to remove the tape.

"I'll remove the tape soon, mother. You'll have to
promise me that you won't scream or bite, but I don't
intend to keep you mouth taped up all weekend. I
promise you that before I do anything other than touch
you like I'm doing now, you'll have a chance to talk me
out of it. But mother, I won't be talked out of this.
Now again, are you in pain, are you thirsty, are you
hurting?"

Her eyes were teary and her mournful expression almost
touched my heart, but she shook her head no.

"Now, one last thing, mother. I'm about to untie your
legs for a while. I have to remove your pants. I know.
I know you don't want me to remove them, but I'm going
to do it. Now you can kick and squirm, but even if I
have to sit on you, I'll get them off. I'll cut them
off with scissors if I have to."

"I'll make you another promise though. What I would
prefer to happen is that you let me take your pants off
without fighting me. If you do that, I'll leave your
legs untied for now. The only reason I've tied your
legs is so you won't be kicking and thrashing. Do you
understand?"

She nodded that she did.

"Will you promise not to kick or flail?"

Her eyes were pleading with me, but I refused to give
an inch with my expression. Reluctantly, my mother
acceded to my bargain. That was an important milestone.
There was at least hope that she would give me more
concessions later.

I untied her legs one at a time and true to her word
she did not kick at me or fidget excessively. She did
press them together and as I rose to place my hands at
her waist, I saw that she squeezed them together even
tighter. I gathered the sides of her pants and panties
together, making it obvious to her that they both would
come off. I had no desire to surprise her more and no
delusions that removing them was titillating in any
fashion.

"Mother I know you didn't promise to open your legs so
I could strip you easily, but if you keep your legs so
tightly closed it may hurt when I pull them off."

I suppose the gentleness of my words had some effect
because she relaxed her legs enough for me to work her
pants off, albeit clumsily. When I got the pants off
she began to squirm about, trying desperately to find
some means to cover herself from my view.

But I had learned my lesson when I had uncovered her
breast and could only stare at them fascinated. I let
my mother see that I wouldn't gawk at her now. Instead,
I folded her pants slowly and then came back to sit
beside her.

The physical task of stripping my mother of her clothes
was accomplished. The psychological task of stripping
my mother of her reluctance now began.

"See, mother? The ceiling hasn't fallen in on us. Look
into my eyes. I'm still the same. You're still the
same. I'm still your son and I love you. You're still
my mother and I hope that you still love me."

"You're a beautiful woman, mother. There's no woman
that I've ever seen that was more beautiful to me than
you."

"I know you enjoy sex, mother. I've heard you with
other men and I've heard you whimpering in the morning
as you pleasured yourself. I've smelled your sheets
while you're in the shower and I know that if I wake
you up early enough, you'll finger yourself every
morning."

"You need a man, mother. I need a woman. You love me;
at least you loved me as a son, even this morning. I
know I love you. I love you even more now than I ever
have. Being in control of you like this, it makes me
want to love you and protect you for the rest of our
lives."

"Who can tell us that we can't find our pleasure in
each other? Who can say we shouldn't be together?
Society? Society is more fucked up than you or I would
ever be. Some ancient moral code? Forget that! Love is
stronger than moral codes, mother. If moral code or law
or anything else stands between me and you, then I'll
defy them all!"

But I was loosing control again. I had to force myself
to breathe.

"Now, I want to let you talk, mother. I want to take
the tape off of your mouth, but before I do that, I
have to touch you first. I wish I could control myself
more, but I'm still young and I'm new at this. My hands
are itching to touch you right now. I can smell your
body from here and it's intoxicating me. I promise to
try not to overly excite you. I think if I do it now, I
can control my urges. If I wait too much longer, until
after you have a chance to talk, I can't make that
promise. Just let me do this now, and then you can
speak."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my breathing and
my racing heart. My penis was rigid and my body was
excited. Even more than the physical tension, though,
my mind was racing with a million thoughts. This moment
would begin my work of convincing my mother to become
my lover.

I began with her head, stroking her hair and rubbing
her temples softly. I caressed her ears and felt the
line of her jaw. I touched the front of her neck
lightly with my full hand and then drug it to the back
of her slender neck, tickling the hair of the nape
lightly. I bent over and softly kissed my mother's
mouth through the plastic tape.

I felt each hand and wrist, checking not only the
tension of the rope but to see if it was biting her
skin excessively. Underneath the rope, the skin was
tender, but not yet raw. Because I had stretched her so
tightly, there was not enough play for her to flail. I
could detect no rope burns. I continued down her arm
and felt the tension in her muscles and the slight
roughness of her elbow. If I succeeded in winning her,
I decided right then to make her use a lotion on them
every night.

When I got to the end of her arm, I bent down lower and
smelled the rich, loamy fragrance of her underarm. I
nuzzled it and drug my face across her chest, carefully
avoiding the sensitive breast tissue.

I sat up for a moment, not trusting myself to proceed
too quickly, and took another deep, cleansing breath.
Then, looking mother firmly in the eye, I lightly
cupped both breasts to the palms of my hand. Her
breathing was raged and shallow. Her nipples lay at the
joint of my finger and palm. As I held my hands on
them, they both began to harden ever so slightly.

I drew my hands down her body lightly, brushing her
breasts with my fingertips and then began to stroke her
slender belly. Mother had a thin frame without being
skinny, but the tone of her muscles was not firm. She
was soft, which felt lovely for now, but I decided that
she would join me in my daily exercises when she was
mine. I loved her body as it was, but I wanted her to
be healthy and vigorous all her life. I thought of all
these things as I rubbed my cheeks across her stomach
and pressed the lance of my tongue into her
bellybutton.

I traced down the outside of her hips and then each
pelvic ridge, making love to their tilt and texture
with my hands. I combed her pubic hair with my fingers
and tried to decide how I would shape and trim it.

Mother had again tightened her legs maniacally, so I
avoided her concerns briefly by sitting on the end of
the bed and placing both feet in my lap. Her feet were
in atrocious condition. She had dry skin and calluses
and had probably never had a pedicure in her life. I'd
decide later how to make her care for them. What did I
know about woman's feet? Just another thing I had to
learn. Even so, I found them intriguing because I had
never touched her feet before.

I ran my hands lightly over her calves and thighs. They
were tense and I could sense a little of the panic
returning to her eyes. I had not parted her thighs yet,
but touching her from head to toe had calmed my nerves.
More importantly, it had firmed my resolve. With the
smell of her on my hands, with the scent of her in my
nose, I was free to remove the tape from her mouth.

I stepped off the bed and moved up around to my
mother's right side. I sat beside her, again pressing
my thigh all along the length of her chest.

"OK, mother. You've done very well so far. You promised
not to fight me with your legs and you did that. I'm
going to remove the tape now. I'm willing to let you
say as much as you need to say. But I don't want to
deceive you, mother. I won't be talked out of this. It
won't do you any good to order me to release you or beg
to be spared. I love you and I know this is for both of
our good."

"Let me just say one last thing more before I remove
it. I won't make you promise not to yell. You might not
be able to help it. I know I've frightened you and I
don't want to force you into a position of lying to me.
But, mother, if you yell and try to attract the
neighbors, I'll have to put the tape back over your
mouth. Just think about that. You don't want to spend
this whole weekend with tape on your mouth. I don't
want that either."

"So, I want you to think about it. If you can keep from
yelling, if you can talk to me in a normal tone, we'll
both get at least a little of what we want. This might
hurt when I pull the tape off now. I'll try to be
gentle"

The tape didn't come off her mouth easily. I refused to
yank it off, because her skin was tender. So I eased it
off, trying to minimize her discomfort. She flexed her
jaw a moment in silence, the tears forming in her eyes.

"Jimmy, you can't do this. It isn't right. Please let
me up right now and we'll forget about this. Please,
Jimmy!"

She was so lovely, pleading with me. I wanted to give
her everything, but I knew that I couldn't this time.

"Can you forget that I've seen you naked, Mother? Or
forget seeing me? Can you forget that I've touched your
breasts and tasted your belly? I'll never forget it.
Not if I live forever. I don't want to forget. I
couldn't forget how beautiful you are."

"I'm not beautiful, Jimmy. I'm just your mother. Every
boy thinks his mother is pretty. It's OK to think that
way. That's normal, but you can't do this."

"I can do it, mother. I have done it. I don't care if
it isn't normal. I don't even like normal people, do
you?"

"Of course you do, Jimmy. You don't want people to
think we're sick or deviant. You don't want to have to
hide who you are."

"Mother, I don't care what other people think. Who I am
is a young man that thinks about tying women up all day
and dominating them. Who I am is a boy that wanted to
tie his mother up and fuck her since he was twelve."

"Don't talk like that, Jimmy. That's vulgar. You don't
think like that."

"Mother, we're naked in your bed and you're tied down
to it. I'd think it's pretty obvious that this is
exactly how I think."

"This is just. just a mistake. Just an aberration. As
soon as you start dating girls your own age, you'll
forget all about this. Now untie me, please."

"It's not a mistake, mother. I started planning this
last year. Last year you gave me a cake on my birthday
and all I could think about was tying you down on the
kitchen table and eating the cake off your belly. I
wanted to smear your breast with icing and lick them
off. I wanted to put the candle in your vagina and."

"Jimmy stop! I don't want to hear any more. I can't
hear any more."

"I know, mother. I didn't think I was going to be able
to convince you with words."

"What do you mean, Jimmy? What are you going to do?"

"Your mind won't listen to me yet, mother, but I hope
your body will. I'm going to convince your body that
this is right, that we're right for each other."

"You can't rape your own mother, Jimmy! You'd never
forgive yourself."

"I don't need forgiveness, mother. I know this is right
for me. I believe this is right for you. But you're
right in one way. I don't want to rape you. Give
yourself to me, instead!"

"I can't do that, Jimmy. I'm your mother. It isn't
right."

I put my finger across my mother's mouth silencing her.
Her lips felt hot against my flesh.

"This is not something I can stop. I have to go
forward. Come with me and I'll try to make you happy."

Mother just shook her head and looked away from me,
sobbing. I felt sorry that I couldn't convince her yet,
but I had never expected that I could.

"Mother, I'm going to touch you again. I'm going to try
to convince you with my hands and my mouth. I know
you're not agreeing to this. I know this is already
legally rape. It has been since I took your clothes.
But I'm not going to use my penis yet. I'm going to
make love to you with my fingers and my tongue. Do you
understand?"

"Jimmy, you can't!"

"I can, mother. The question is, can I do it without
you screaming? Do I have to put the tape back over your
mouth?"

"NO, please. Don't use the tape. I'll be quiet. Please
Jimmy, don't do this."

"Mother, I'm sorry I haven't convinced you yet. I have
to do this." I allowed myself a small smile. "You don't
have to be completely quiet, you know. I've heard you
at night."

She blushed and hid her face from me.

"I love you, mother. I always will."

I crawled on the bed with my mother and pressed my
cheek against her diaphragm, hugging her lower body to
me. Her stomach rose and fell to the pattern of her
sobbing. I held her for a long while, my penis pressing
against the flesh of her thigh. I considered where I
should start with her. Should I begin with her face,
her breasts or between her legs? I wished I had more
experience with women. Maybe if I knew what she needed,
I could convince her more easily.

But, I couldn't know what she needed. I could only know
what I needed. At the moment, I wanted to kiss her. So,
I'd start with her face.

I rose above mother. Her sobbing paused as she waited
to find out what I would do. She gasped as I threw my
leg over her body, was startled as I straddled her
frame. I placed my hands on either side of her face and
bent down to kiss her on the mouth.

Mother tightened her lips, refusing to part them for
me. Instead I kissed them chastely, then began to taste
the exterior of her mouth with my tongue. I licked the
line of her lips, trying to part them with delicate
pressure. I began to rub her temples with my thumbs and
her ears with my fingers. When her lips wouldn't part,
I turned her head slightly and kissed her cheeks
lovingly, tasting her tears. They were so sweet that I
followed their course to her closed eyes and kissed
each eyelid with the lightest pressure.

I tried to kiss her mouth again and her lips parted
ever so slightly. Her jaw was clenched, however, so
even past her lips, my tongue was stopped at her teeth.
Even so, I could kiss each full lip separately and
nibble on them, causing her breathing quicken even
faster.

I retreated from her mouth for the moment and slid down
to kiss and caress her neck and shoulders. Her ears
were so inviting that I reached and took one lobe
between my teeth, nipping it softly. Then I ran my
tongue behind the ear, quick and darting. When that
drew a gasp, I turned her head and traced my tongue all
along the curve of her ear, flicking it purposefully
inside, tasting the canal.

Mother moaned, sought to move away, so I held her down
and used the flat of my tongue to fuck in and out of
her ear. Her back was arched and I could feel the
strain on her arms and shoulders. I held her jaw and
pumped her sensitive ears for a long moment until it
seemed like she couldn't stand it. When I released her
jaw, her faced snapped around, freeing her ear from my
tongue, but exposing her mouth.

My tongue speared her quickly, penetrating like a
lance. Her eyes flew open as our tongues met and she
inhaled deeply, preparing to scream. My body felt the
movement though and instinctively pressed down against
her belly with the hot shaft of my penis.

Mother was so startled by my actions, so overwhelmed by
the sensations on her body, her eyes flew up and down
in shock, her mouth open and gasping. I took advantage
of her state completely, exploring the inside of her
mouth with my tongue, tasting her gasping breath.
Instinctively, her lips closed on mine, her tongue rose
to meet my own for an instant. They danced together in
her mouth briefly and then mother realized that her
lips and tongue had betrayed her. Her eyes flew open
and she drew back, closing her jaw shut behind her.

But I had won a small victory. I pressed for more.

I quickly slid down to her breast and cupped them,
dragging a nipple to my lips. Mother gasped again and
her body arched toward me again. My hands retreated and
my fingers danced up her sides until I could firmly
grasp just under her arms, all the while sucking that
sweet nipple. I lightly stroked her underarm, trying
not to tickle her. When her nipple had had enough, my
tongue found its twin and roped it into my mouth. My
hand immediately dropped to cover the deserted breast.

I could have stayed at her breast for a very long time,
but her legs were thrashing about, trying to unseat me.
I knew if she continued twisting so, the ropes would
burn her wrist, or worse, she might dislocate her
shoulder. So, while her legs were thrashing, I took the
liberty of placing one of my knees between mother's
thighs.

Her thrashing stopped as mother tried to repel this
invader, but having gained the foothold, I surrendered
her breast and moved to my last remaining, undiscovered
territory.

It was difficult to pry mother's thighs apart. She was
begging me to cease, but by this time I was lucky to
have the control not to plunge myself right into her. I
forced her legs open and descended onto mother's vagina
with my lips, my tongue spearing her as it had so
recently done her mouth. The moment I tasted her, I
could understand why mother was struggling so fiercely.
Her cunt was already very wet and as my tongue fucked
her, her groaned filled the room, filled my whole
world.

I have no delusions that I knew what I was doing. No
doubt my movements were clumsy and green. But mother
was so ready to be taken, so keen for release, that
mere moments between her legs and her thighs were
wrapped tightly around my head in orgasm. Small
rivulets splashed against my eager tongue, lapping her
goodness into me, filling me to overflowing with love
for her.

I was between my mother's legs and she was cumming on
my face. There was nothing I couldn't do. There was
nothing I couldn't accomplish.

Author's note: I would be happy to continue this story
as a series if anyone is interest in seeing it
continue. To express yourself, write
redmanseductive.