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Alice stared at the bottle of Bacardi and sighed. Twisting the cap off, she started to upend it into her glass, but at the last moment stopped. Finding solace in the bottom of a liquor bottle had not yet been the proper answer to her problems. Neither had the pills the doctor had prescribed. They both made her feel tired and lethargic, which was a far cry from the way she used to be. She wanted to feel alive again and all these things did for her was make her feel sick, and weary, and depressed.

She looked up and into the mirror. Her face was still very pretty, but her looks were being dragged down by worry and concern. Her husband seemed to not understand, and time was marching on, leaving her behind in its wake. There would come a day when the things she had done would come back to haunt her. She could deal with that. It was those things she wanted to do; needed to do; that were going to give her the most damning of nightmares. She didn't want to have a baggage-load of possibilities she never took the chance of doing cluttering up her psyche.

She went into her default mode and began to cry a little. Wiping away a tear, she stood tall, went to the master bedroom, and walked into the bathroom. Pulling out her bubble-bath soap, she filled the tub with hot water until the suds were to the rim. With slow deliberateness, she undressed, staring at herself in the mirror, running her hands down her sides. She was still a looker, but there was really no one to see it anymore. Henry seemed preoccupied and hadn't paid her much attention in years. True, she had hardly felt up to much of anything for months after their child had been born, but once she did, he seemed to have gone blind to her charms.

She slipped into the water with a sigh, relaxing into the soothing water and closing her eyes, tuning out the rest of the world.

If life were only as comforting and enjoyable as a warm, soothing bath.

On the other side of the wall, peering through a miniscule hole that had been carelessly drilled years earlier, was a clear blue eye belonging to an eager young man. He had two eyes of course, but one was closed and the other was focused on what he could see on the other side.

He had a name, and that name was Dennis.

He wasn't the boy he used to be, not by any means. He had grown up some; maybe not completely, but enough that he wasn't the small mischievous child that had earned him a muddy reputation in the neighborhood. He was still notorious, but his mannerisms were hardly innocent ones as of late. He had aged, and with that maturity his tastes and actions had changed.

It was the first day of summer vacation, and for the moment that meant the house was empty except for himself and his mother. He could have been outside, hanging out with his friend Joey, but right now he had other things on his mind. It wasn't that Joey wasn't a lot of fun...being the little wimp that he was...but it was time he set his sights higher.

And closer to home.

He got up from the hole in his wall, moved the dresser back in front of it, and decided he needed a plan. He wasn't all that good at plans, largely because he often just did whatever it was he wanted to do. This situation was obviously going to take more finesse than he was used to generating and that meant having a strategy.

He sighed audibly. The time for thinking was going to have to wait however. There was a more pressing concern to be dealt with. Opening a drawer and rummaging through the rumpled clothes, he came away with a bottle of Jerkins. That and an old sock was all he was going to need for the moment. He stripped off his pants and shorts, dropped on the bed and proceeded to jack off to the thoughts he had of everything he wanted to do with his mom.

He knew her body well, having taken every opportunity over the past year or so of utilizing that hole he had drilled. It had been one of the few childhood incidents that hadn't landed him in hot water but only because it had never been noted. On his side, the dresser hid it. On the other side, it came out just under one of the handles. He could never have done that now if he had tried his best. It was a chance incident and he thanked his lucky stars that no one had ever discovered it.

He himself had forgotten about it until he was looking for something he had dropped off the top of the bureau and rediscovered it. Since it was still feasible to look through, he decided to wait and see what wonders he might discover beyond it. The view was limited of course, but it looked straight upon the tub.

And of course, directly at his mother when she was bathing.

He cursed every bubble that blocked his view, but as she didn't use bath soap habitually, he forgave her for the occasional obstruction of his rapt adoration. He didn't get much of a chance to see a such a nice set of breasts, and despite the fact that this woman gave birth to him, he still wanted to get back up inside her in the worst way. It was a crush, wrapped in an infatuation, and tied up all nice-like with a ribbon of perversion. And those pert melons, topped with perky pink cherries were foremost in his mind.

It made him all warm and horny inside.

His hands, filled with a goodly dose of lotion, went to work with a furious frenzy on his cock. He wanted her so badly any more that he hardly needed the addition of physical stimulation to make him cum. Still it felt great so why not? Hell, he had woken up countless times from a dream-filled sleep to find his covers sticky from his nocturnal fantasizing. Today, his wad was sitting right on the brink, and it came in no time at all. All he needed to do was imagine her sucking him off and the load came charging out as though it were the real thing.

In his mind it was hitting her all across the face.

He lay there panting for a while, gloriously relieved by his most recent masturbation. He heard people say that is was wrong to do that, or a sin, but he was always left wondering why anyone should care what he did in the privacy of his own bedroom. That made them the weird ones, not him.

After a bit, and with a drawn-out sigh, he hauled himself up and stood on the floor. Looking about, he spied a dirty t-shirt and used it to wipe up the lotion and body fluids. He wadded it back up and threw back into the pile when he stopped and looked around. His room was an unholy disaster. He had never been neat, but this was truly getting to be an ugly sight. He had an idea, and while it might not be a good idea, it had merits to it that needed to be fostered.

He began stripping everything down. His bedding was disgusting, mostly because he always told his mother to just leave it alone. He wasn't even sure it would come clean now, but he would try. The washing machine gave him some trouble until he figured out the buttons, and then sent his sheets on their merry way to cleanliness. He tore everything out of his closet and sorted through it, putting back the stuff that was still clean, and culled out clothes he wanted to keep and others that he had outgrown but had been too lazy to work with. By the time the washer was done, and he had loaded the dryer, he had another load on its way. It was about this time Alice noticed the noise, drained the bathwater, dried herself and got dressed.

She went straight to the utility room, saw the machines running and hollered for Dennis. He was about halfway through his purge when he heard her yell his name. He smiled, then wiped the grin from his face. He looked at her as though it was no big deal.

"Dennis, what is going on?"

"I got thinking," he said matter of factly, "of how much you get taken for granted around here, and I thought I would start pulling my fair share like a real man would."

She just sort of stared at him, her mind not comprehending what he was saying. She finally found her voice.

"That's very kind of you honey, but that is my job."

"Why? Who says? I can't hold up my end of the household? Who says you have to slave away and not be appreciated?"

She found herself flustered and embarrassed and she couldn't fathom why she felt that way.

"It's my job as wife and mother!"

He put on his best look of innocence and allowed it to turn into one of incredulity.

"Is that in the Bible or something?"

"I don't know! It just is!"

He shrugged as though he found the matter childish.

"That doesn't make it right. And what are you going to do, stop me?"

She reconsidered.

"Of course not. It's just that this is all so out of the blue and all."

"Yeah, I suppose. I was thinking that I've been pretty lazy lately, and kind of out of touch. It came to me that maybe I could make up for it by being a better son. I decided that maybe I needed to show you how much I care."

"Honey," she said with a tear in her eye, "That is so sweet!"

"Thanks," he said, keeping his voice neutral, "I know I have a long ways to go to make up for all the bad stuff, but I hope to achieve my goal one day."

She leaned in a hugged him tightly to her chest, a position he would have once complained about, but today found it to be giving him yet another painfully hard erection. Why he had never thought of being nice before this moment was beyond his stupid mind. He relished the feel of her tits pressed against him, and though the embrace only lasted seconds, he swore he could feel her nipples tighten up under her blouse. He moved to break off before she did because he didn't want her to feel his cock standing at attention in his pants. Eventually he hoped she would feel it, but not today, under these circumstances.

He continued churning his way through his room the rest of the afternoon, turning the once haven of chaos into something more akin to a nascent man's den. He even bagged up a lot of his old toys and such, knowing that he had to leave behind what he had to been to be what he wanted to be.

"Here mom," he said without emotion. "You can give this stuff to charity if you like."

She was busy in the kitchen getting dinner ready.

"What is it?" she asked, hardly looking away from her pots and pans.

"Just a bunch of old things I don't want anymore. Toys and the like."

She stopped what she was doing and opened the bag.

"But honey, this is everything you grew up with! You used to love this stuff to no ends!"

"Yeah, I know. I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not much a of a kid anymore."

She stood back and knit her brows, seemingly reassessing him for the first time. He was taller, still slim, but that boyish face had matured. He retained his adorable freckles, but they were now blending seamlessly with his new look. She had still been thinking of him in terms of a youth. The youthful part was giving way to something manlier.

"It has been a mother's prerogative to not notice. But you are not as you once were. I guess admitting you were growing up meant I had to accept that I was growing old."

"You're not old! I've seen the wedding album! You look the same now as you did then!"

She felt the heat rise in her cheeks and he was quick to notice. It was amazing what a few compliments could do. She leaned down and kissed him on his forehead and he had to fight the urge to kiss her on the lips. Again, it was too early for overt displays. He accepted the buss with grace and smiled. He had been acting surly and unruly for too long. It was going to take some time to put matters where he wanted them to be.

Inhaling deeply, part as a cover for his present heightened sexual state and in part to see what was on the stove, he asked;

"What's cooking?"

"Nothing special. Spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread and a salad."

"Sounds and smells good. Can I help?"

"Can you...help?"

"Sure; is there something I can do to help you out?"

"Honey, you've already been a tremendous help by cleaning your room."

"I guess so. It still needs the vacuum ran across the floor and the rest of the clean clothes put away."

"Then why don't you do that, and I'll finish in here. Deal?"

"Ok. I'll see you again after pop gets home."

Her face fell into a bit of a frown.

"Yes, when your father gets home."

He busted his butt to get the rest of the mess under control. He emptied the sweeper bag twice and, in the end, was amazed to find his carpeting to be two shades brighter than it had been. He shook out his curtains and washed the glass panes on his windows. By the time supper rolled around, his personal space was nothing like it had been in the morning. His friends had been in it many times before, but he wondered now how disgusting they had found it. Now that it was clean, he could imagine their feelings on the matter. It was now a room he could bring a girl into.

If she accepted his proposal.

Supper had been for many months now, eaten in a subtle, sullen silence. He took the initiative of opening a conversation, which drew the immediate notice of his father.

"Is something wrong with you Dennis? Have you managed to get into trouble again?"

"Nope and nope! I'm feeling pretty good today is all."

He looked over at his wife. She smiled sheepishly.

"He even cleaned his room!"

He turned back to his son.

"Now I am concerned..."

"Very funny pop I woke up today and realized I wanted more out of life. I'm not a kid anymore so I tossed everything that tied me down in that way."

Henry was silent for a moment. Then his eyes narrowed.

"Seems all so sudden. What brought this on?"

"Looking...at...myself...in the mirror," he lied quietly. "Time marches on and all of that."

"Hmph. You are growing up. Glad you finally took notice. You were getting to be a bit full of malcontent."

"Not sure what that means pops. Surly?"

"Close enough. Most guys only go to these lengths if they want to impress a girl." He paused. "Wait; new girlfriend?"

Dennis almost choked, but he just smiled and nodded in the negative.

"No pop. No girl. I'm just trying to be someone you both can be proud of."

Alice bravely spoke up, finding her voice in all of this.

"I'm already proud of you!"

He smiled at her.

"Then I have all the more reason to try even harder!"

True to his word, once supper was finished he shooed her out of the kitchen and told her to go sit with her feet up. His father scratched his head, but like in matters with the proverbial horse, he dared not look too deeply into the matter for fear of what he might find. His son had always been a little odd, but this recent manifestation had him completely confused. However, as it was for the good, he kept his mouth shut. Alice was at odds at how to handle the situation, being the queen of the kitchen.

Dennis waved her off with the advice of;

"You go and spend some time with pop. I'll be along when I'm done washing and drying."

As he expected, his father was in his slippers, smoking his favorite pipe, and reading the evening newspaper, while his mother was watching the television. He looked from one to the other and marched over to the bookshelf and pulled down a scrapbook. He knew it well, because he had been through it dozens of times. It was almost as good as his secret stash of Playboy magazines, only this was better because it had photographs of his mom. He waved it around the air.

"Anyone want to go through this with me?'

His father lowered his paper and grunted.

"That old thing? Why?"

But Alice took a different tack.

"Sure honey, it might be fun looking back on the years."

"Pop?"

"No. You two have fun. I'm reading what's going on in the world."

Dennis was neither surprised nor disappointed. It was the reaction he figured he'd get from his dad. He might know what was going on in the world, but he had to wonder if he knew what was going on at home.

"Suit yourself."

He opened the pages and followed the first few years of life for his parents, eventually coming to his baby pictures, which his mother cooed over, and then to ones of him in his most mischievous period of life. There was one missing, the corner tabs that held it alone on the page. He knew which one belonged there, and hoped its absence was overlooked. It wasn't, but he dismissed it casually when his mother noticed.

"Must have fallen out," he said blandly.

"I wonder which one it was?"

"No clue. I'll check around for it later."

That ended the matter as far as she was concerned. He knew which one it was, as it was his favorite one in the album. It was her in a bikini, watering the plants, while he was talking to her. It seemed like a long time ago, but he swore she still looked the same. He kept it hidden in one of his girly magazines for safe keeping, for he never wanted to ever lose it.

When it came for bedtime, he went to his room without an argument. Whether he understood the eventual reaction to his decision or not, by putting them together alone, he was forcing them to exist together in the same room without a common cause. Up to this point he had always been the topic of conversation, and now that his demeanor had seemingly changed for the better, they no longer had a commonality to work with. Without his bad behavior, they had nothing with which to bind them

They sat in the living room until well after night fell, and the flickering light of the television illuminated bewildered faces until the button was clicked and it too went dark.

In the morning he fixed his own breakfast before heading outside. He normally just wandered as he pleased, but that wasn't going to be doing him any good in reaching his goal. He went to the shed, got the mower, trimming the grass as neatly as could be. Once done, he grabbed a broom and swept up the sidewalk. And to ice the cake, he got down on his hands and knees and weeded the flower beds.

Alice was so pleased with him that the smile on her face almost made him feel ashamed for his motives. He consoled himself with the thought that any happiness she might feel was better than no happiness at all and that in the end, he hoped to make her joy something even more tangible.

And long lasting.

So for the next few days he went well out of his way to be as good a son as he could devise. He was rewarded by the sight of her worry lines vanishing, and that smile presenting itself ever more willingly upon her face. It was as wondrous to see as the return of the birds in springtime. More importantly, it brought him ever closer to his goal.

Despite his success, he still hadn't managed to come up with a plan to broach his feelings to her. She was very happy with him, and that was great, but to move beyond that, she needed to look at him as something more than the little boy everyone seemed to peg him as being. She needed to see him as he saw himself, and that wasn't going to be easy, even if she had claimed otherwise.

One day when he was sitting at the breakfast table, and after his father had departed for work, Alice watched him and felt a wave of love for him. He had been so troubled before, as though he was floundering in life. He seemed to have found a purpose, and she wondered if Henry had been right. Was there a girl involved?

She quietly walked over to him, leaned down and was going to put a kiss on his cheek. He saw her out of the corner of her eye, and not knowing what she was up to, moved to look at her. His timing couldn't have been better. Her lips met his, making his eyes go wide. He froze, not sure what he should do. It was obviously an accident, and yet he wanted it to be more. She held the embrace for a second or two before realizing that something was amiss.

Opening her eyes, it was her turn for a startled reaction. Her pupils went wide and her pulse quickened, and in her confusion let the kiss linger even longer. He was about to return it when she pulled away, the color in her cheeks the brightest pink he had ever seen.

"Sorry about that honey. I didn't know you were going to move your head."

His heart was racing.

"It's alright. It was kind of nice actually."

She was flustered, but her words came out amazingly clear.

"Yes. Yes it was."

He leaned back over and gave her a peck on the cheek. `

"This is kind of nice too."

And not knowing what else to say or do, he got up and left the kitchen. He had a bulge in his pants again and it was going to need some taming. Alice watched him go with a blank stare. For a second, she had forgotten he was her son. Those lips...

Over the remaining portion of the week he continued his scheme, taking time over the weekend to hang with his friends. Come Monday, the weather had warmed to the point that sprinklers and kiddie pools were out in force. He put on his Bermuda trunks and urged his mother to come outside and join him. She demurred as tactfully as she could.

"I have fair skin. I burn so easily."

He knew it was only partially true. As a family, they used to go to the beach all the time. The sun never stopped her back then.

"You could put on suntan lotion like you used to."

She was still struggling to find a way out.

"But I need it all over my skin, not just the spots I can reach."

He smiled as innocently as he could.

"How about if...I act as your cabana boy? I'll go get your lounge chair, and I'll put on your lotion, and I'll even get you something to drink if you like."

She laughed and smiled.

"Fine. But I doubt my suit even fits me anymore!"

He followed her to the master bedroom where she rummaged around in the closet. She came away with a rather dowdy one-piece she had bought a year or two ago. It was plain and ugly and he hated it. When she held it up, he made no bones about giving her his opinion of it.

"It's ugly. Sure, you can make it look good, but why bother? You still have your bikini?"

She frowned a bit.

"Bikini? I don't think that would be a good idea, not with the neighbors and all."

"Why not? You used to wear them. I remember Mr. Wilson always paid attention when you wore one."

Her cheeks went red.

"All the more reason."

"Seriously mom. It's a great day out and you might as well enjoy it. If you really want to wear that old thing, go ahead, but I'll put good money on it that you'll feel better in your bikini."

She sighed.

"I doubt it even fits now."

"Maybe. Try it on and see."

He left her rummaging around again, and from his bedroom he heard a quiet cry of success. Apparently, she had found it.

If there had been a wager she would have lost. He knew it before she came outside, for he had his eye to the peephole, and while he couldn't see much, he could see just enough. She had a pleased look on her face as she modeled it to herself, not knowing she had an audience. He was more interested in what was under the two pieces of cloth, but he got a good glimpse of that as well. She had a light patch of fuzziness between her thighs that matched her hair that he found to be extremely enticing and he got the slightest glance at it as she undressed.

It was something he wanted to study - in depth.

He had hightailed it outside and was arranging the lounger and a small folding table when she appeared.

"Would you look at this!" she said, pleased with herself. "The suit still fits me perfectly!"

He smiled hugely, keeping his voice even, though he was on the verge of having it crack.

"Yes it does, and very nicely," he said, working to keep the drool from coming out of the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, you flatterer you!" she said, turning red.

Despite her reply, she seemed to actually take him at his word. And why not; he did mean it after all.

She surveyed the scene. Under the dappled shade of the old elm tree was the lounger and the table, complete with an empty glass and a bottle of suntan lotion. She looked at it for a moment, then looked at him. A smile came across her face, though she said nothing to indicate her mind.

"You really deliver when you want to, don't you?"

"I'd like to think so," he said proudly. "I can deliver whatever you happen to need, whenever you need it."

She raised her eyebrows, allowing her grin to turn a bit more on the wry side.

"Lotion for now, cabana boy. Even here in the shade I'll not risk a burn. After that you can fetch me my drink," she said lightly, obviously enjoying the attention.

She sat down on the edge of the chair and handed him the bottle. He dashed some of it into his hands, rubbing one into the other, and then moved around to do her back. She pulled her lovely hair back away from the nape of her neck to keep it from getting oily.

Dennis' hands shook as he started, aware that for the first time he was touching her in a way that superseded the normal mother/son context. As his palms moved across her skin, the sweat on them was commingled with the lotion, hiding at least that portion of his nervousness. He grew marginally braver as he slathered her shoulders, for she sighed and slumped a little as he worked it in. He lingered there a bit longer than was necessary, finally moving to work the sunblock across her entire back. He carefully avoided the strings of her bikini, covering ever last inch of skin, not because he had to, but because he wanted to. When he finished her lower back, he stood, and when she realized he was finished, she sighed again.

With a graceful pivot she eased back on the lounger. She stuck out one arm at him, upon which he continued his dedicated application. He did both in short order and found himself flummoxed when she lifted a leg for him to do. He couldn't help but stare at the juncture of her lovely thighs, but he pulled his eyes away and went to work as was expected of him. From the tip of her toes to the shapely inside of her legs, he did as he was directed until he felt fully in a lather. His hands quivered at how close they were to the prize.

And yet he kept his cool...the best he was able...for he didn't want to appear awkward and inexperienced.

When her legs were done, and she thought that he considered himself to be finished, he took the bottle and poured some of it into her bellybutton. She stared at the small whitish pool laying there as though he had desecrated the area with his own ejaculate.

"What?" he asked with a smirk. "It's a perfect little reservoir for the lotion, and besides, I happen to like my navel to be tickled now and again and thought maybe you did too."

He was glad he had on his Bermuda shorts. Anything else would have betrayed the raging boner he had lurking under there. He took his finger and poked it into the puddle, hearing her suck in a breath as he did. His cock was getting so hard he felt it was going to burst at the seams. He fingered her there for a bit before moving on to finishing the job he started. She was all ohhs and ahhs, and it was driving him crazy. He swirled the lotion around, even dipping to put some just under the waistband of her bottoms. It was quick and furtive, and barely for a second, but he was sure she knew it wasn't an accident. He felt her tense up, but if she had an opinion on the matter, she kept it to herself.

When he felt he was done, he stopped and stood there expectantly. She cracked open an eye and appraised him. Her silence was daunting. Finally, she motioned for her upper torso to be done.

He thought he was going to lose his mind.

With exaggerated care he lotioned her chest, very carefully trying to avoid any further appearance of impropriety but knowing full well he was going to do something. Dammit, he had to do something or else he was going to hate himself for being a chicken. He rubbed the tops of her breasts with the utmost care. His balls were on fire now, and his cock was threatening to grow an inch or two to accommodate the blood flow that was flooding to it. Her nipples were showing through the material, not overtly so, but it was a certainty that they were making themselves known almost as much as his cock was. With a furtive swipe, his hand ended up inside one of her cups and his hand brushed the hardened tip.

He finished and stood back up, slouching slightly to hide the bulge in his shorts. He noticed the questioning look on her face, but he chose to ignore it. What he did was either an accident or it wasn't, and there was only one way she was going to find out which one it was. He waited for her to ask, and part of him hoped that she would. Part of him quietly pleaded that she didn't get angry. He was more afraid of failure than he had confidence in the success of his attempted seduction. Still; she was a worthy prize if he could win her.

"There's enough on your hands to do my neck and face, cabana boy," she finally said as she closed her eyelids.

He finished in record time, just wanting to either keep doing this, or to be finished. The whole thing was driving him crazy and it was making him jumpy.

She opened her eyes and smiled.

"Very nice. Now I think I'll have that drink you promised. Chop, chop!"

"Yes ma'am," he said with more respect than he meant. He was losing control and was getting flustered. The glass slipped out of his hands and hit the grass, not breaking, but earning him a light-hearted admonishment from his mother.

"Careful now! We don't need broken glass in the yard, now do we?"

"No ma'am!"

He wiped his hands on his shorts, gathered up the glass and ran inside. He was unsure what he was going to get her, but it wasn't going to be ice tea or lemonade. Both were refreshing, but hardly what this situation needed. He remembered reading up on a few drinks and having tried them (secretly of course) but had generally stayed away from getting blitzed for fear of retribution. He recalled one he liked, and the house had most of the ingredients, so he poured the rum, the lime juice, the orange liquor, and the simple syrup. It wasn't quite like the recipe had called for, but what the heck was orgeat anyways?

He came back out bearing his concoction and presented it to her. She made a face, sniffed it before taking a taste. Her eyes lit up, but at the same time, her face grew stern.

"What is this?"

"It's called a Mai Tai."

"This is very good...and it has alcohol in it. When did you learn to make cocktails Dennis?"

Her tone was a little intimidating.

"From a magazine."

"Is that so. The articles are worth reading?"

"Huh?'

"Nothing. So you've been into the liquor cabinet before this?"

"Maybe," he said sheepishly.

"And your father thought it was just me draining the bottles. I'm glad to know I had help."

"Are you angry?"

She scowled for a second before letting it go.

"Furious. But I had an idea. I wasn't always old you know."

His shock was genuine.

"You're not old! Grandma Mitchell is old!"

She knew heartfelt emotion when she heard it.

"True. But remember, I was your age once. Things were a bit different back then, but not all that different. I used to sneak a nip now and again."

"Really?"

"Honest and cross my heart," she said with feeling. She made the sign across her chest, allowing her fingers to dance across her bosom. He was pretty sure her fingers lingered over her nipples for a second or two. If not, her nipples were left pressing anxiously against the fabric of her top for no reason. She eyed him for a minute.

"Cabana boy have a seat."

He turned to do as she said before remembering he only brought the one chair. He bolted for the garage, grabbed a regular folding chair and raced back. Before he could even get it set up she had drained the glass, which was now quite empty.

His smile was hard to contain.

"Would you like another one?" he asked hopefully.

"Why yes, that would be nice."

He returned bearing another, only this one had a three shot's worth of rum in it. He was hoping she wouldn't notice. She took the glass, mindful of the condensation dripping from it, and motioned for him to sit.

"So Dennis. I agree with your father. I think you have your eye on a...girl."

He cleared his throat.

"What if I do?"

"I think it's wonderful! It seems to have made you a more thoughtful and caring person, and I for one like the change."

He nearly vibrated in his seat.

"You do? Really?"

"Absolutely! I mean, who wouldn't be swept off their feet by such a wonderful young man as you? And I must say that I would approve of any girl whom you managed to sweep off their feet with your wiles."

He started to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat. Did she really think all of this was because of some imaginary girl? There was no one he had his eye on besides her, and wasn't she understanding that by now?

She suppressed a grin at his discomfiture. He seemed at times to be too bold, and at others, too timid. It was inexperience at its finest. He knew what he wanted but he had no real idea how to get it. And yet, despite his present fumbling, he had managed to hit the bullseye. Under normal circumstances, she would have handled the matter kindly and delicately, diverting him from his efforts. This was far from normal.

She needed the attention as much as he desired to give it. She took a sip from the drink, noting the extra kick to it. Liquor was quicker, but it was hardly necessary. She smiled and handed the glass to him.

"You have some too. What's life if you can't share in some of its little pleasures?"

He jerked at her words, barely noticing the glass. He took it without looking at it, swallowed a mouthful and handed it back. She took it and set in on the table. Shaking the moisture from her hands, she then put them to her cheeks.

"Cool hands in the summertime are great, but not today I think."

He just sat there, silent, wondering what she was taking about.

"Dennis, I want you to know that I approve of the new you, if that's the way you wish to look at it. You've gone from being selfish to being helpful, and someone I can rely on. I can rely on you, can't I?

"Sure. I mean, I think so. I want to give you everything you need."

"Wonderful! The house is virtually spotless, the yard looks better than anything your father ever did, and you've gone to great lengths to improve who you are. There remains only one thing that needs further tending to."

He felt a little betrayed inside. What more did she want from him?

"What else could possibly need attending?" he said with a tired voice.

"Me. I need tending to honey. I assume that's what all this has been about, hasn't it?"

She stared at the bulge in his shorts, which was, at the present moment, making itself very apparent. Figuring he had nothing to lose, he popped the fly and let it out.

"This might do nicely, don't you think?"

She put her hands to her cheeks again, finding them satisfactory and then slid one of them into the baggy legs of his shorts. She had no trouble finding his cock and she pulled it back through the opening. She was wise enough to not make a production of this. He let out a gasp and nearly jumped up out of surprise.

"I thought you'd never ask," she cooed seductively.

He nearly choked on his words as she took him in hand and caressed it gently.

"Has this been that obvious all along?" he asked, just knowing he had to know.

Her smiled grew as her hand worked over his willing flesh.

"Not at first. But a mother has intuition you know. And you aren't a child anymore, even if you aren't quite a man. But I can help you in that aspect if you like."

He was going to answer her with all kinds of romantic words, but instead his mind told his body who was stroking his cock and it exploded inside of his Bermuda's like a howitzer. He jerked as he blew his load, but the hand on his cock stayed affixed firmly to its task. Once he got over the shock, embarrassment set in.

"Sorry about that."

"Why?" she asked sweetly, but determinedly. "You weren't going to be any good to me the way you were. Just look how fast you popped!"

He was red in the face over the incident, but her treatment of it was matter of fact.

"You're not pissed at me?"

"Not in the least. I just took the edge off of your libido so that the rest of the afternoon might be more enjoyable."

His heart-rate suddenly jumped.

"You mean..." he started, not daring to finish his question.

"What? That I'll share a bed with you?"

He found her term so quaint he almost laughed, but he thought better of it.

"Uh. Does that mean you'll have sex with me?"

"That has been your plan all along, hasn't it?"

He gulped before answering.

"Yes."

The hand inside his shorts, slippery from his recent load, continued to stroke him until he thought his eyes were going to roll back inside his head. His cock was as hard as it had been just minutes ago, and maybe even more so. It was pretty damned difficult to tell under the circumstances.

When she spoke again, her tone was a bit wistful.

"Darling, your father and I haven't had sex in a year. It's like he doesn't care for me anymore. It also apparent that you do in the most intimate of ways. However, that being said, there will be a few rules to follow."

He nodded, too eager to care what they were, and knowing that down the road, they could probably be bent in his favor.

"Rule number one is the most important. Unless I say otherwise, we only do this here at home. I'll not risk us getting caught. Two is simple. We speak of this to no one. And three is this; if I think you are acting inappropriate for our surroundings, I will correct you. I don't need you acting like a love-sotted fool. People do stupid things when they're in love."

"But I'm not..."

She gazed at him shrewdly.

"No?"

"Well...maybe. I know I feel something."

"It doesn't matter one way or another. You are a fine boy...young man...but you do need to work on your discretion. You have done well up to now, but you will need to improve if our fun is going to last."

"Last?"

"Oh," she said with a mock annoyance to her tone. "Perhaps I misconstrued your intent. Was all you were interested in was having a one-night stand?"

"You would do it more than once?"

"As much as you like; or rather, as much as we have time for. Practicality often outweighs desire."

He nearly pulled his shorts off then and there he was so excited. He forgot that quickly that her hand was still up inside there, and the fact that they were outside and visible to the neighbors...who for once didn't seem to be around. If not for the fact that her hand grabbed him hard and she gave him a quick admonishment, he might have set a record in the matter of undressing.

"Calm down Dennis! For heaven's sake, we're outside! It's only by a miracle that Mr. Wilson hasn't come over to the fence to get nosy. I hardly need you naked and cavorting about like a satyr."

He didn't know what a satyr was, but if they were like he was right now, he envied them.

He was barely apologetic this time.

"I'm so horny! I just can't wait!"

She hushed him,

"You can, and you will. Things like this can be spontaneous, but that doesn't mean you can't take the time to do them right."

He sobered up. She was right. He had done this before, and always in a clandestine manner. Because it was his mom meant they had to take even more care. She saw the comprehension wash over him.

"Good. Follow me."

She went inside and he followed, keeping his eyes on the prize, which in this case was the lovely pair of buttocks sashaying enticingly in front of him. He wanted to rip down those panties, but he restrained himself. There was no point in spoiling things when he was this close to getting it all.

Once he was through the back door, she turned and locked it. Going to the front one, she secured it as well. Heading to the bedroom, she ushered him inside, then went to the windows. She pulled the blinds and drew the drapes. The room was still well lit, but much cozier and infinitely more private. She turned on the bedside lamp for ambience and then put her hands on her hips.

"You see. I have no need or desire to be disturbed. Isn't this much better?"

He nodded slowly, but inside his body and mind were racing to get naked.

"One last thing I think."

She pulled a comforter from the closet and spread it on the bed.

"No need to make a mess on the clean linens, now is there?"

"We could do it in my bedroom!"

"We could and we might, but not today I think."

Her smile was only spoiled by the slight tremble that traversed her body. She shivered a little but recovered her poise and inhaled deeply. With expert and practiced ease, she reached behind her back and undid the snap holding her top in place. The piece came loose and she pulled it from her shoulders and off her arms, holding it for a moment before dropping it on the floor.

He just stared, slightly slack-jawed, as she ran her hands underneath her breasts to rub away the intent where the underwire had pressed into her skin. He couldn't even bring himself to blink as she massaged them with firm squeezing motions, even when he felt his eyeballs were going to dry up. She finished by bringing her thumb and finger together and giving each nipple a solid tweak before she called the job complete.

He was still staring at her chest when it dawned on him that she was removing her panties. He rather wished he was like a chameleon at that moment; able to keep an eye on both portions of her anatomy at once. Figuring he was going to have free access to them eventually, he opted to keep up with her strip tease. He was literally mesmerized by her motions and found himself trembling as she worked her bikini bottom down and then kicked it into the air. It landed neatly on a chair in the corner. She then slid a hand through her lightly colored pubic hair, very obviously lingering in the region of her slit as she fingered herself openly. Her quiet moan was more enticing than any come-on he had ever heard.

He hastened to drop his own meager clothing when he recalled the mess inside. He paused, turning a bit red, and sheepishly asked her;

"Should I clean up first?"

"Heavens no! There will be plenty of time for that later. And this isn't later, this is now!"

His ego was foolishly going to argue with her, but she had already moved on. She reclined on the bed, against the pillows, and had her legs open just wide enough to be interesting without being overtly vulgar. She gave him the come-thither finger and he moved so fast to get his shorts off he tripped and crashed into the bed. He was almost beyond the point of having any self-respect, but he managed to recover and land on the edge of the bed. He rolled and stared at that Madonna that was his mother, suddenly aware that though he wanted her so badly it hurt, and she was just within reach, he felt his bravado dry up.

She wrinkled her nose but kept her question plain and nonchalant.

"Surely you've done this before?"

"Uhhhh..."

"Margaret? She always did like you a lot."

"Yeah, actually. But it wasn't like you'd think. She seems to have fallen for someone else."

"Is that so? That is very odd. For years she seemed keen on you. I wonder why she still hangs around the house if not for you? Even so, you must have more experience than just her? No?"

"A little," he said, thinking of how much of a wuss Joey was. His mother need not hear about that though. She rather liked Joey.

"Then why so hesitant all of the sudden?"

"Because it's you. I mean, really you."

She smiled, and put on a pose that looked eerily familiar, though he couldn't place it.

"And not some lady in a magazine..."

It came to him all at once

"You know about my stash?"

"I do. I found them only recently, and the missing family photo with them. I don't have the same bikini as back then, when you were so small and adorably innocent. Mischievous, mind you, and prone to causing mild havoc, but that seems so long ago. Look at you now."

She leaned in and gave him a kiss. Something inside him snapped and he responded as though she were an angel come down from heaven just for his pleasure. And seeing as he was a chronically naughty soul, the kiss held more titillation for him than any other he had ever had. His mother was an angel, and in a way, he was doing something he shouldn't do, and that wasn't the half of it. She wanted it too! There was too much going on for his mind to grasp, so he wisely shut it down.

Alice held his kiss for a good long while trying to get him to slow down and appreciate the subtlety of good lovemaking. She used to enjoy it nightly, back in the day. She could even recall the day that Dennis had been conceived, or so she claimed. But that was then, and this was now, and now was the time for action. She didn't hope for perfection this day, only an outlet for long suppressed needs and desires.

And to that end she didn't need him blowing too quickly for several reasons. For one, if he came too soon he would disappoint himself, and despite the more than apparent fact that his ability to recharge was part of what typified his age, she wanted something long and satisfying, not numerous short and quick penetrations. She needed it good and she wanted it badly. But there were always conditions.

"I presume you managed to get ahold of some condoms?"

His eyes came open.

"No. It's easier to get dirty magazines than it is to get condoms."

"Hmm. That makes this a little awkward. But we'll make it work."

With the practice of an experienced woman, she guided him on top of her; a position he was more than ready to accept. She guided him carefully; not inside but resting on her rapidly moistening slit. With a mild admonition to only slide up and down there, she relaxed and let him loose. While happy to oblige, he was also irritated at being told what to do. He bristled at being treated like a novice. He wasn't, even if he couldn't go into detail over his past exploits.

Some things were better left unsaid.

He fought against claiming his prize, instead temporarily bowing to her request and sliding back and forth over her clit. It wasn't like he couldn't have gone down on her, but that wasn't what she had asked for. To be so close and yet to be denied. He threw an internal tantrum and jerked in place as hard and as fast as he could. Predictably enough, it didn't take too much of this treatment for her to have her little pink nub sensitized. In a matter of a few minutes she was clutching the sheets, head arched back into the pillows, eyes wide open, a cry of primal sensuousness escaping her lips.

He has seen her orgasm in the tub before, but this was ten times more vivid. And loud. He hoped that the neighbors didn't hear that, not that it would matter. She had locked up the house tighter than a drum. And thinking along the lines of tight, he now considered it to be his turn, and delved into the depths he had been dreaming of for so long.

He tilted back, hooked under her knees and brought her legs up into the air. She was still in the throes of her orgasm and hardly noticed his manhandling. He noted the delicate feet attached to equally dainty ankles and compared how much she remained youthful, just like in her photographs. But this was only a passing note. There was something much more important to contemplate.

And with her legs spread, he was gazing right at it.

Her slit was a raging hot pink slash traversing a patch of short, bushy blonde hair. He stopped for a moment to get that image fixed in his head. He wanted to remember it before he started to pound it...and her...into submission.

Satisfied with his critique, he pushed her legs even farther forward and with a solid, forceful thrust, entered her for the first time. He would have loved it regardless, but she proved to be far snugger inside than he had predicted. Heck, she was tighter inside than Margaret was, which didn't make sense to him at the time. All he could do was silently thank his father for ignoring his mother for so long, as all that inactivity had made her hole shrink...and that was all the better for him.

She grunted just a little as he plowed into her, blissfully unaware in her delirium that he wasn't clad for the deed. For him, it was just about perfect, for he was all the way in and he could feel the end of her hole tickling the tip of his cock. A condom would have ruined the experience. He pressed in with as much force as he could muster and decided that this was going to be just about as flawless as he imagined it. With a growl he launched himself into fucking her as hard as he had in his dreams, and he intended to continue until he was completely satisfied with the outcome. She might cum easily, and he had to admit he had as well, but there were hours before his father arrived home from work and he intended to utilize every one of them.

His hips became a blur of motion, and within the first few thrusts his mother's eyes came wide open. All she could do was stutter a few syllables in a staccato manner.

"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...myyyyyyyyyyy"

He was glad she was getting into it, but that was her concern, not his. She hadn't been fantasizing about him for a year of more. No, it had been him about her, and now that he had her, it was all or nothing; and nothing was not an option. All it was going to be.

He was glad her earlier stroking had made him cum. She was right in saying that he would have blown too soon otherwise. She was smart, his mom was, and pretty. Pretty is what counted right now. He had longed to see her face from this exact vantage point and now that he occupied it, it was a vision fulfilled to perfection. The mind behind it had other uses, but they weren't uses had had need for at present.

He relished the feel of his balls slapping her in the ass, and the close-fitting comfort of her hole. He hadn't expected virginity tightness. There was something to be said for that, but this was equally nice in its own right. It was the hole he had wanted for so long; worked to get; and had finally been rewarded with. He was never going to give it up.

All his patient work had been realized, and while he was where he wanted to be, he intended to continue his efforts to keep her from changing her mind in the future. There was always blackmail, and while part of his modus operandum, it was not going to be completely effective here. Still, the more he did today meant there was going to be more he would get away with later. He had to show her who was going to be boss in this relationship, at least regarding their newfound intimacy. There was an old saying bout the spirit being willing while the flesh was weak. He had both aspects more than covered.

His brain barely interfered with his body as he carried on like never before. His mom was grunting from the repeated blows to her nether regions, and the lubrication there became a literal flow. She was right in opting to cover the bed and he assumed she was acutely aware how she reacted during sex. It was good to know. Every solitary thing he learned today was going to be good to know at some point in his future.

She was enjoying herself immensely. That was good. No point in her not getting into this. He wondered, however, just how much she could take, and for that matter, how much she would take.

And he wondered just how far she would go in making him satisfied.

After all, this was going to be all about him.

He slammed away on her, making her keep a continuous grip on the comforter and forcing her to utter an amazing array of sounds he had never heard her make before. No, not even those few times in the past he had caught on that something was going on in their bedroom had his ears picked up anything quite so enticing. It was a good sign he was going to have her repeatedly, and with any luck, on a daily basis.

His hands were starting to cramp from the strength of the grip he was maintaining on her ankles, and as the force of his slamming was for the moment keeping her legs where he wanted them, he opted instead to reached around and down and give her nipples a tweak. He did it hard; not nastily hard but enough that she knew they were being played with, and that he meant business. Her back arched, bringing her pelvis solidly against him, and he found that he liked that particular motion.

He tweaked them again.

And again.

Each time she rose to meet his body, almost as if it were an automatic response to his rough handling of her delicate parts. So; his mom did have a few kinks. He liked that. But all of her moving about and the reason for it was making him hornier by the minute. With redoubled effort he launched into her with a sensual rage, something akin to anger but more finetuned to be as sexual as possible.

Under different circumstances it might have been called rape

But this was consensual, so it was acceptable.

Right?

He sat back up a little and as he did so, her legs dropped to the sides and onto the bed. He fell on top of her, got his hands under her ass, and put his lips on hers. She was so distracted that at first she didn't know enough to respond, but after a little nip or two on her lower lip, she got the hint and met his kiss with her own. She was going to do as he directed or else.

His fingernails dug into the tender flesh of her buttocks as he brought their bodies together as tightly as he could. With a willful attack on her private region, he unleased himself with all the aplomb of a horny teenager, which was, in fact what he was. He could feel his balls tightening up, and with all his will he fought it down for as long as he could. In the meantime, he fucked her as hard as he could, knowing full well that when he was done, there was still going to be plenty left in the afternoon to do more. He had it in him, and she was going to have it in her.

She kept her lips attached to his for only so long before she let go; necked arched back and her throat emitting a wondrous range of cries. Dennis found this to be the icing on the cake, and with a cry of his own, he pumped her full and kept going until his ejaculations were dry and painful. Even then, out of sheer stubbornness, he didn't let up until his cock lost its rigidity and he didn't have a choice.

He didn't pull out, but he did stop moving laying on top of her, feeling his lungs screaming for air, and knowing that she was in the same state. She was gasping for air like a fish out of water, her hands furiously working the fabric of the comforter. Her chest was heaving as much as his, with the movement accentuating the attractive firmness of her nipples. They were digging into his skin like little pink stilettos. The feel of them proved to him how horny she was, and that concept accentuated his own needs that much more. As much as he had wanted this day, he really, really never thought it was going to happen. Now that it was, he didn't want it to end.

He was feeling randy again, if he had ever stopped feeling it, but he knew they both needed a rest. His spirit was definitely willing despite the huge amount of tension he had just burned off. He felt he could give it to her all day, but his mind knew they didn't have all day, so it turned to calculating the best use of their remaining time. Mother she might be to him, but for now, she was nothing more than his little fuck-toy and it was time to put her through her paces. He imagined all of the things they would do together, and those thoughts made him very happy.

And it reawakened his cock as though it had never waned.

His position on top of her was so comfortable that found himself drifting off and violently shook himself awake. His ferocity to bring himself too made her jerk awake as well, and while her eyes were unfocused and blinking, it was obvious she had a purpose. She pushed him off to the side, got up groggily and made for the bathroom. Her knees buckled and down she went. He jumped up, grabbed her arm and wrestled her to her feet. She tottered a bit so her went with her to make sure she didn't fall.

She plopped on the toilet with less than feminine grace, did her business and then stood, a little better this time. She stood in front of the mirror, gazed at the disheveled hair and pink cheeks, and smiled so warmly his heart almost melted. She turned to him, the grin still there, and tousled his shock of blonde locks.

"Wow. Just wow kiddo."

"We're not done, are we?" he asked, knowing that he had intentions regardless of her answer.

Her legs shook a little as she asked, "More?"

"I was sort of hoping..."

She started to fall and only failed at it by the effort he put in in keeping her upright. He put her hands in his and led her back to the bed. As he sat down on the edge her knees buckled and her head ended up in his lap. He didn't mind a bit.

However, when she didn't do what he had expected, he took matters into his own hands. He reached down and rubbed his cock across her lips, finally getting a little more aggressive and pushing the fully-harden organ into her mouth. She fought at first, but in his determination, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her close until she almost choked.

He let up a little but not altogether. Instead, he began working her head back and forth, keeping her in line whenever she tried to get free. It was obvious this wasn't something she was used to doing, but it was indeed something she was going to need to get used to. There were going to be times when he was going to need a little relief and there wasn't going to be an opportunity to doing anything more elaborate than a quick blowjob.

He whispered down to her ears;

"I'm not above returning the favor you know..."

She immediately quit fighting him and relaxed, allowing her tongue to move expressively across his cock. Her lips tightened around his shaft as she suddenly went from struggling to complying. He rather had liked the sensation of her resisting, but for now, it was better to get her to just go with it. No point in scaring her off with unnecessary force. That would be a game they could play as a later date.

She began sucking on his cock with gusto, so much so he almost let go of her head. He restricted himself to having his fingers wrapped up in her hair, sort of like a leash, just in case she got any ideas about quitting. She would be done when he said she would be done and he wasn't above letting her know when that was.

She adjusted her body to be squarely on her knees, and even moved her hands to behind his butt and lower back for added leverage. In no time she had her neck moving back and forth, pulling in his cock all the way and slathering it with saliva. Every once in a while, she would pull back slowly, lingering lovingly over the head, licking with excruciating slowness before returning to her rapid oral attack on his appendage. It was evident she knew what she was doing. He had never had anything like it before and that meant that someone in his friends group was going to be out of a job.

On top of that, she was expertly fondling his ball sack, keeping his testicles in a constant state of motion...like they needed any help. His whole body was awash with teenage hormones, and his libido was over the top. It was all he could do to keep himself from cumming in her mouth. No point in wasting it there.

Today that is.

As it was he finally fell back against the bed, gasping and moaning with as much volume as had his mother earlier. She continued unabated before letting off slowly, winding it down until she was off of him and staring at him lovingly.

"I take it you liked?"

He could only nod.

"I presume you want to do some more before it's too late today?"

Again, the nod.

She stood up, her legs evidently having recovered their strength. She crawled up onto the bed with feline grace, burying her head in the pillows and sticking her ass in the air. Dennis watched the display upside down, as his head was tilted back against the comforter. The minute her butt was up though, he jerked around and got up behind her in a flash. He didn't even ask any questions, not really wanting any answers. He spread her apart, stabbed that pink slash with a fury and buried himself balls deep inside her. She raised her head a bit, clutching the sheets again but settled back in as he grabbed her by the hips and went to work.

The bed was rocking in no time, with the head board slapping the wall as an echo to his aggressive pounding of his mother. She was uttering little yips and cries as her hole received more than enough attention to make up for a year's dearth of sexual activity. He loved the submissive position she had chosen, and he felt a little like a king as he loomed over her semi-prone form.

His cock was drilling her long, hard, and deep. His balls were already on edge from the grand sucking she had given him, and he was forcing down the urge to blow yet again to be able to continue fucking her like he was. He slowed down for a moment, getting his body to relax just enough, and then poured himself back into drilling her like there was no tomorrow.

Of course, there had better be a tomorrow. He was already making plans for it.

Fifteen minutes later he was still pile driving her with no end in sight. He had overcome the urge to blow his load and was on a steady course to making her walk bowlegged for the next week. He could feel her hole closing up around him, though whether from the abuse or from something more dramatic he could not say.

She said it for him.

With a garbled cry, she pushed up on all fours and began to push back against him, sharply rocking into his forward thrusts with viscous abandon. Her ass was slamming into him even more than had had been moving it, and so intent was she that he let go, leaned back on his hands, and let her have her fun. He had to brace himself solidly so forceful was she. He had had both willing and unwilling partners in his short life, but his mom was topping all of them hands down.

Her motion became steadily more erratic, with her jerking body becoming ever more jittery and convulsive. After a few minutes of this she let out a screech and collapsed on the bed, utterly spent. However, in doing so she left Dennis still in his position behind her. As he watched her hole oozing fluid and her limbs vibrating uncontrollably, he was both happy and angry. Happy for her, but upset that this wonderful finale had not been shared. He had held off to make the whole thing last, and here she was, in the throes of an uncontrollable climax.

He didn't let his emotions run away with him. Even if she was done, he was far from finished. There were hours to go and things to do. Let her quiver and shake.

He moved from between her legs, pulled them together so that her ankles were touching, and quietly slid into position on top of her thighs. He put a hand on each buttock, spread them wide, and gazed at the pink hole staring back at him. It was convulsing in time with the rest of her, and that made it even more enticing. He slid his cock up to it, guided it with one hand, and shoved inside during one of the moments it was cinched tightly closed.

Initially she didn't even react. He pushed in, laying down on top of her, hands on either side of her supporting his weight. Her sphincter was pulsating around the base of his cock and he just about exploded. He hadn't expected to visit every orifice she had in one day, but damn if this wasn't the best yet. He was pretty sure that it had been untapped until just a few seconds ago, and that made he even more randy just thinking about it. He did a few experimental thrusts, and since she didn't seem to mind, he picked up the pace.

It took a moment for Alice to come around enough to have any awareness of her surroundings, and when she did, she knew she was getting fucked again, but something was different. It felt odd, and she couldn't determine why. Then it dawned on her what was happening and she lost it.

Her head snapped back and cracked him in the forehead in her struggle to get loose. The pain wasn't terrible, but it did make him mad. He quickly sat up, and then dropped his hands onto her back to hold her down.

"Dennis, what are you doing?"

He chuckled a tad bit evilly.

"You need to be told?"

She struggled to move.

"You can't do that!"

"No, I think I can - because I am. You've seriously never taken it up the butt before?"

She stopped squirming, which was a disappointment to him.

"No," came the whisper.

"Then how do you know you don't like it until you've tried it?'

"But it's wrong."

He actually let out a laugh.

"Sure it is. Why?"

She refrained from saying anything.

"Look mom, I'm in and I intend to stay in until I blow my wad one last time. I'll take it easy on you unless I think you're getting into it, in which case it's a free-for-all. Either way I'm in for the duration."

"OK," was all he heard her say as she relaxed back onto the bed. He didn't trust her though and kept his hands on her shoulder blades, just in case she decided this wasn't for her. He meant what he said, he was in until he was ready to leave.

Her ass underneath him was a firm pair of pale mounds, and he was relishing that and the pink puckered butthole he was now securely locked into. He fought down his instincts, reminding himself that this was his mom and not Joey. Joey had learned to take a lot over the years, but he didn't wish to spoil his new relationship with his mother by hurting her.

Well, not unnecessarily so.

He locked his knees on either side of her thighs and put his hips in gear. He watched his cock disappear into her ass and slide back out, and he felt a thrill run through him. He was in places his father never had been, or so he assumed. That made him feel particularly proud. He had to think of other things to try over the next few weeks. Summer was not going to last forever, and school was going to mess things up. But in the meantime...

He bored into her ass like a piston in an engine, giving her every deepening strokes as he kept his speed even and smooth. A couple of times she shifted on the bed, pushing against him weakly, but unless she fought him insistently, he had no plan of letting her up. Even if she fought him tooth and nail he just might not let her up. This was just too good not to enjoy.

The longer he went, the tighter she got, and that feeling eventually got the better of him. Overriding his best efforts, his balls decided to let loose and all he could do was pound away with a fury as his wad came shooting forth. Alice shrieked a little as he tore into her, but she fought down her response and buried her face in the pillows, even latching onto and biting one with fierce desperation.

Even when she knew he was finished he continued to pound away until with an audible pop, he came out and dropped down on top of her. Her ass was on fire, but instead of the nausea and self-loathing she thought she was going to feel, she felt strangely vibrant and alive. A mixture of pain and pleasure had done more for her in an afternoon than all of the therapists, and pills, and alcohol ever had. As she lay there, teeth locked onto a pillowcase, she suddenly experienced a euphoria unlike any she had ever felt before. That fire in her backside sparked another in her heart and at that moment, she knew what her summer was going to be like. It seems she had found a purpose with someone who had a purpose for her.

Dennis was feeling his heart race, even though their physical activity had ceased. True, he was panting and gasping for breath, but it was the fulfillment of his dream that left him in starstruck amazement. And for the first time in a year he felt satisfied with the results of his sexual encounter. They others had been fun, but they always lacked something.

He had finally found it.

He rolled off her and onto the bed and as he did, she rolled to face him. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair was a mess but the glow on her face spoke a thousand words.

"You, young man, are an incorrigible trouble maker."

He wasn't sure how to take that.

"Is that a good thing or a bad one?"

"I'm still deciding. Let's just say that I've had my eyes opened. And I'm seeing a lot more clearly now."

"And what do you see?"

"A wonderful future ahead of me. Have you ever heard of home schooling?"

His heart leapt.

"No, but I think I like the sound of it!"

"Mmm. Me too."

And with that they curled up on the bed and unwisely, fell asleep.

Dennis woke first, and when he did, he sat bolt upright. He had been dreaming, and in his dream, he had been doing the same things he had been doing for real. Only, for a brief second, he remembered it all as a dream. Then his mother turned in her sleep and his gaze went to her nude form, spread out and as inviting as could be. His cock went hard and the drain on his blood reserves fogged his mind. He shook his head to clear it.

It was his mother there, and this was the master bedroom, not his own.

It had been real!

Before he could jump her again, his eyes fell on the bedside stand and the alarm clock there. It was five minutes to five! His father got off of work at five and was home every night by five thirty. He smacked her on the butt, his pleasant dreams gone for the moment.

"Mom! It's almost five!"

She groaned a bit and opened her eyes.

"It's what?"

"Five! Dad will be home in half and hour!"

"Good for him," she said sleepily, turning back into the pillow.

"That will be bad for us! We need to get things put back to normal before he gets home. Oh shit!"

Her eyes came open again.

"What now? And do watch your language."

"Supper! You didn't fix any supper."

"I was spit roasted," she said dreamily.

"Mom, this isn't funny! Pop will kill me! And you!"

"Donelo's," was all she had the energy to say.

"Donelo's Pizza? Yeah! I'll call and order one now!"

"Good boy," she said tiredly. "You do that."

He ran off, called in an order for a large deluxe, and jumped into the shower, hoping she was going to do the same. He hopped into a new set of clothes, went outside to tidy up the yard and came back in. Sticking his head in the door he saw her still laying there motionless.

"Mom! You have to get dressed. You just gotta!"

"Don't tell me what to do! I'm enjoying the afterglow, and here you are being a killjoy."

"Seriously mom, you need to get a move on it," he said as evenly as he could.

"You were more fun before you got all pushy."

He was left staring at her, wondering what to do.

"Please?"

She opened an eye.

"Fine. But I'm not getting all dolled up for your father. It would be a waste of time. I'll be down when I'm good and ready, and, if you need money for the pizza, I have some in my purse."

She got up, stretched her legs, purposely doing the splits, and then extended her arms to loosen up her shoulders, deliberately jutting her breasts out in unison. Her feet hit the floor, and she bent over to touch her toes, standing once again and looking back at him.

"Go! I'll clean up a little. I'll be down when I'm good and ready."

Dennis watched her, torn between his desires and his caution. He wanted to tackle her onto the bed and have at her again, but his limited wisdom told him it was a stupid idea, no matter how tempting she was making it. He whisked the comforter off as the bathroom door closed behind her, smoothed out the wrinkles that were left behind, and dashed to the laundry room to stuff it in the washer. From there it was to the telephone to call in the order.

He sat downstairs waiting anxiously for his father, and impatiently for the pizza.

Thankfully, the pizza arrived first.

Sadly, his father arrived right after it was delivered.

Dennis placed the box on the table, gathered up silverware, plates and napkins, and then hurried up the stairs to see if she was ready. The door was closed, and upon examination, he found it locked. He went back down just as his father came in through the side door. He sniffed the air and gave his son a questioning look.

"Pizza?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

Dennis dug into his brain for a suitable lie.

"Mom wasn't feeling great today. Something about a headache. I suggested ordering out and she said she had money in her purse. Is something wrong?"

His tone dared his father to say something unpleasant.

"Not with me. Does she need a doctor?"

Dennis was about to answer when a voice cut him off.

"No."

They both turned to Alice. She was still flushed, and her hair was only lightly brushed out. She looked wobbly on her feet, but she held herself proudly. She was only wearing a robe, and Dennis had to wonder if there was anything else under it.

"I had...a migraine. I don't suppose you now what it's like to have that kind of headrush. Everything pounding until your ears reverberate and it feels like the bed won't stop moving. They're very distracting, and I am afraid I was unable to make supper."

Dennis said nothing, amazed his mother could lie as easily as that. Then again, to someone who knew what had gone on, her description wasn't likely to have been far off the mark. The question was whether or not his father would buy it.

"Maybe you should go back to bed then. You do look a bit worse for wear."

"No, no. I'm up now. I won't be the most sociable of conversationalists, but then I am sure you two will be too busy eating pizza to talk. No point in it getting cold and going to waste."

Henry sat at the head of the table, and Dennis and Alice sat in their usually spots across from each other. Dennis opened the box, allowing the wonderful aroma to waft through the dining room.

"Do you want to try a piece mom?"

"Just one," she replied with a slight smile, eyeing her husband.

"Are you sure you won't want more?"

He felt her toes on his crotch.

"We'll see. Maybe later I'll feel up to another little slice of heaven later."

Henry eyed her.

"What?"

She sat up a little taller in her chair.

"I said I might feel up to another slice of pizza later on."

"Oh, I guess I misheard you."

Dennis smiled. She had come through loud and clear.