Message-ID: <43627asstr$1059358206@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: El Sol X-X-Sender: munster@er6.rutgers.edu X-Original-Message-ID: X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2003 16:30:37 -0400 (EDT) Subject: {ASSM} "The Wolf Summers" by ElSol (Chap. 5/10) (Mdom, Incest) Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2003 22:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, hecate Author's note for Email: I do not read this email address contact me at munster (at) remus (dot) rutgers (dot) edu. <1st attachment, "summer5.txt" begin> The Wolf Summers ElSol ----- Chapter 5: Oedipus calling The end of a young story ----- My freshman year of high school was a time of adjustment. The twins and I did not start out popular. High school made the twins go deeper into themselves and I was not very far behind in weirdness, at least in the eyes of our classmates. Normally the twins' money and my being their friend would have brought people around, but we replaced three popular seniors on the swim team. The twins had talent and I had the same training and technique so without talent no one in the school could compete. I had not understood that when I tried to prepare the summer before. I had used the twins as my measuring stick believing swimmers like them would be the obstacles to getting on the team. The people were good but not twin good. The team coach was not about to give up a winning season in a school deprived of winning in most sports so he did not question making the room for us. The three seniors were a part of the core in-crowd. It was funny how even the unpopular kids will not talk to you if the in-crowd shuns you. I think as tough as it was for the twins, they actually welcomed the excuse to collapse into themselves. Rachel seemed pained by it all but more for me than for her sons. I cannot say it was pleasant, but I had my schedule. Our real swim coach had cut our practices to 5 days a week believing our physical, mental, and emotional changes meant practice could be something that centered us but should not be our center. I sold the twins on making two of our practice days on the weekend. It meant we would get sleep at least two days during the week and left me better able to handle my martial arts training. I was not doing too badly elsewhere either. Iris went to a public high school so she did not feel the peer pressure to shun me. I had sex at home anytime I wanted, my baby sister had reinstuted me reading her to sleep most nights and after December my stepfather had been permanently kicked out of the of our apartment. He cheated on my mother during the rejuvenated period of their relationship. I do not think my mother was crushed, it was more like she was embarrassed at the sympathy her family was showing her. They were all too supportive as if to make sure my mother had no reason to let him back into our lives. I could have told them there was no chance of that, he was never going to forgive my mother. Later, I realized the rejuvenation period had convinced her things had to end if other things were to occur. He had cheated with a younger woman out of high school only on the technicality of dropping out. There was something celebratory in his eyes when my mother confronted him. The stage had been set by my mother for it. Marisa had been picked up by one of my aunts for the evening. She had tried to take Iris and me with her but the look in my mother's eyes when it had been suggested glued us to the sofa. The argument was fairly standard. He had just walked in the door. "I have to talk to you." my mother said to him, the ice in her voice a dead giveaway that she wanted to do more than talk. "Can't you give me some time to get settled?" he said looking at Iris and me on the couch. There was a question in his eyes but Iris and I were not going to make a sound. "Who is Omaira?" she said the ice actually getting colder. It became him trying to duck the questions, trying to delay the inevitable admission, and even trying to turn it back on her. The last was a mistake. "So what? I can tell Rachel that you were fucking her husband. Where would that leave your precious little boy... he'd have to go to a public high school... poor fucking spoiled baby!!" She laughed. It was the vicious, happy laugh of someone holding a straight flush when others are betting the table up. Iris and I looked at each other with identical looks of panic and curiousity. My mother looked at him smiling and he began to squirm. His face said he did not want to hear what she was about to say. He was the only one who did not. "Rachel was the one who seduced me." she said the words lovingly. "She was fucking me for months before Roger ever touched me. He was more than she wanted to handle, and as my lover she could make sure I was everything she thought he deserved." The breath froze in everyone's lungs but my mother's. "This little 'get-back together' thing." scorn now laced her voice as she spoke, "It has been the longest I haven't fucked her since we met." She let the words hit him, allowing each one to make its mark on him before she continued. "And as soon as all of your shit is out. I'm going to drive over there and start fucking her again because you were not worth these last few months." I sat on the sofa for hours thinking about her words. My world had not been tilted on its axis by that much since I had seen my uncle's hand on Iris's ass. I called the twins and asked them some serious questions. They confirmed the affair between our mothers and seemed nervous about it as if they did not know how I would react. I had a laughing fit on the phone that made them more nervous until I explained how little chance I gave my stepfather of ever walking through our door again. My mother fed my stepfather poison that day and opened my eyes to doors in the sexual lives of the people around me. I was right; he left and never came back. It was not the last confrontation for any us that year. Maybe the situation in high school would have gotten worse, except the seniors decided to confront me. The twins and I won the issue when our swim season started with an invitational tournament. Everyone else was systematically crushed under the juggernaut that was our training. The twins showed the first true sign of Olympic potential and I found that I could reach beyond myself in support of their effort. They were brilliant in individual competition but we were made for each other in relays. Our relay rotation became set in stone that first competition. Sean hit the water first, he had what it took to intimidate people at the block and loved to crush the hope out of other teams with the his leg. The second never mattered except that day it was another senior core member of the in-crowd. I swam the third leg and loved wielding the axe on what little hope might be left. Patrick swam anchor and no matter how big the lead he drove forward with his best. We had found our niches. The seniors we had replaced on the squad knew they had lost. The coach had been right to replace them and it galled them. They confronted me after school and some of the lesser in-crowd came with them. I listened to their words, and their threats. My lack of reaction made them angrier. The twins slid around them to stand by me. I had been in martial arts training since I had started swimming. The twins had been trained by their father and after his death by Michael, their father's and now their mother's right hand man. I knew they did not have the time in that I did, but they were born knowing how to fight together. Sean looked a question at me and I pointed at the one I had decided to hit first. We shifted positions so that we were opposite our chosen targets. The noise in the hallway stopped, the seniors wanted a physical confrontation but wanted it on their terms. The twins and I were not made to accept anything but our terms. It would have ended quietly if the senior second leg of our relay had not shown up with the higher members of the in-crowd. It was a problem for the seniors facing us. The second leg wanted us on the team. He was seeing glory and the fact that neither the twins or I seemed to care about what other people thought of us. The only approachable swimming hero would be him, the rest of our teams sucked so he would be the only popular athletic hero in the school. High school is cutthroat when it comes to things that will make someone more popular. He made his new opinion of the seniors known and that forced their hand. The one by me took his swing, it was untrained and wide. I had been waiting for it. The moment he began the motion I countered with a shorter, crisper hook moving inside the arc of his power. He dropped hard, and when I turned to help the twins their guys were down to. By the position and noises coming from the guy at Sean's feet, he had been kicked solidly in the groin. Patrick had taken his senior's motion and used it to slam him into the wall locker head first. We looked at the lesser in-crowd but the violence and the eyes of the higher in-crowd members forced them to become uninvolved. It all washed over, the principal was not going to touch three popular seniors and three emerging athletes when everyone said nothing happened. The second leg senior smoothed things over internally by elevating the three senior to higher positions in the social ladder. They became avid supporters of our swim team. I was surprised by the finesse our second leg showed in avoiding future problems. We are very large supporters of his political aspirations now. The summer started with the mountain having moved to three very unlikely Muhammads. We were not a part of the in-crowd, but the younger future female leaders of the in-crowd had encircled us. The twins and I entered another protective relationship. The girls knew we would never be a part of the fold but we had our reasons for wanting to be inside it. They got access to a valuable high school resource, winning male athletes. Later, when the twins had a growth spurt and filled out, the ladies got access to the best looking males in the school. I had an edge that high school girls did not have the experience to deal with but I was still more approachable than the twins so I had a wider range of usefulness. Our presence in their fold effectively made them the in-crowd as we moved through grades. The twins and I gained the protection of the in-crowd's natural insulation. All in all the relationship served everyone involved very well through high school. Summer started with another brutal swimming schedule set by our coach. We had no school so there was an opportunity to erase weaknesses in technique and get over a few plateaus. I had my schedule to live by so life seemed like it would stay normal, at least my idea of normal. I got up early to go to practice. I went home, occasionaly had a sexual session with Iris or took a nap or both. I spent the afternoon with the twins, or some of our female classmates or both. I took my martial arts class late in the afternoon, went home, played with Marisa and Iris in a stepfather free zone. After Marisa had been read to sleep my mother would go into her room, and Iris and I would sequester ourselves in ours for some pleasurable before sleep sex. It would have been a great summer. Iris had become a more creative sexual partner with a hunger that still matched mine. The girls my age in the newly formed in-crowd pack had begun to get sexually curious at least enough to allow groping. None of them were laying claim to the twins and I but seemed to have agreed to share us equally for now. It started like that but it became darker in moments of stupidity. It became something to remember when moments of sexuality took control of our actions. Everything in my life changed and became clearer in the first Tuesday of July. The silence in the apartment was the first thing I noticed when I entered. I had visited the twins after my martial arts class so it was late but Marisa would have been waiting for her story. I could see the light in my mother's bedroom was on and I heard voices coming from it. I put my bag down and walked to the door. I heard Marisa crying, Iris trying to comfort her, and my mother's voice shaken also attempting to comfort Marissa. I pushed the door open. They were all sitting at the bottom of the bed. My mother was holding a white towel to her head. Marisa was in Iris's lap bawling trying to get to my mother. My mother seemed dazed and could only touch Marisa's hand and mumble words to get her to stop crying. The room froze when I stepped inside. Iris let Marisa go so that my baby sister could run into my arms. She buried her head in my neck and the crying grew stronger. "Stay here!" I said to the women in the room. I turned around and carried Marisa to her room. It was obvious she did not know anything except my mother had been hurt somehow. I whispered to her as I walked around her room to let her cry herself out. I usually read a chapter or two from her favorite books before she went to sleep but that night she fell asleep in my arms. I put her in her bed and covered her. I sat there watching her sleep for a few minutes before I turned off the light and walked back to my mother's room. They were sitting holding hands when I stepped in. They started watching me warily. They challenged me by keeping quiet even though it was obvious I wanted to be told what had happened. It was the wrong contest and I only needed them to confirm what I believed. My mother started to babble the story. She was still dazed from the incident and less than coherent. Marisa had wanted cookies to take on her visitation weekend with her father and my mother had gone to get the ingredients so they would not be forgotten later in the week. There was a store a couple of blocks away and it was a beautiful night so she had walked. On the way back, she had passed my stepfather's favorite bar. He had been standing outside with a few of his friends. It was the first time that they had seen each other since the serving of the divorce papers. My stepfather had made things difficult by filing for custody of Marisa. He had confronted my mother and his lover had joined in the fray. They had screamed and yelled some very unfriendly things but my mother was getting the best of it since she had willingly done what he accussed her of. It should have ended at words but the lover was a firestarter and egged my stepfather giving him the courage for what he wanted to do deep in his soul. He slapped my mother and his bitch laughed. My mother slapped him back just as hard but because of the crowd it had greater effect. It should have ended there and it almost did but when my mother turned to walk away he moved on her. He grabbed and pushed her down. I do not think he meant it to happen but her head struck the fire hydrant. She had lain there with his bitch yelling down at her before everyone walked back into the bar. She had gotten up and stumbled home. I walked to my mother's phone and called for an ambulance. "David, no. That's not necessary." she said trying to get up. She was not in full control because Iris had to take her hand. I called Michael, the Smith family right hand man. My mother had come back from Puerto Rico to a job as his personal assistant. He was in charge of the financial situation that Rachel's husband had left her and the twins with. He picked up on the first ring since it was for a phone that he thought only the twins and their mother had. I told him who was calling and why. He asked a couple of questions and told me he would take care of the hospital. My mother was becoming agitated about the fuss I was making. I stared hard at her and said "Mother, stop!" She tried to stare at me down but they had been waiting for me to get home. I pointed Iris to the livingroom and we walked my mother there. We waited until the knock on the door came. The paramedics were very friendly and caring. Iris stayed to make sure Marisa did not wake up alone in the apartment. Michael was waiting for us at the hospital with a doctor. He took me aside and asked me more questions while my mother was put in a wheelchair and taken away for x-rays. I told Michael what I knew about the situation. Michael had been the Roger Smith's protege. He was young at 26 for someone in complete charge of finances the size of the Smith fortune. It was not that they were impossibly rich but that their assets were in companies that needed leadership at the top. Michael was not the best man for the job being too conservative, and plodding in his thinking. I saw in him why Roger had been chosen though. Michael was loyal to a place so deep that his subconcious would cause his death before he broke with that loyalty. Roger found him and pulled him out of whatever hole made Michael carry sadness with him. With Roger's death, Rachel and twins had been left a fortune and Michael's loyalty as their inheritance. It was what made him perfect for the job of managing the fortune if not necessarily the best for it. He sat with me and tried to distract me. He talked of Marisa a lot knowing what a place she had in my life. I knew he loved her too because his wife did not want children. I was convinced Marisa had a crush on him because he was the only one who ever put her in a quandary of who to hug if we both walked in the same room at the same time. I let him distract me until the doctor came out. The doctor told us while she did not have a concussion it had been a close thing. Most of what she was feeling was emotional stress at the situation combined with the strike against the fire hydrant. She would be fine in the morning if we just let her sleep. She was more coherent when we got her into Michael's car. Michael looked around our block unhappily. It was not too bad but my mother's divorce costs had us waiting to move somewhere better. My mother sat down heavily on the sofa and looked lost for a moment. Michael was watching me and waiting. I looked around the room and knew what I had to do. I went to kiss my mother on the cheek and whispered I would be back. My mother protested my leaving, feminine instinct screaming what I was going to do. "It's okay, Helen. I'll keep him out of trouble." Michael said stepping between us when she got up to walk to me. She stared at him questioning his right to do this. "A man has to do some things to be a man, Helen." Michael said guiding her back to the sofa. "I've met your brothers so you know that." He kissed her cheek and turned towards me. He nodded towards the door. I started walking out of the apartment only to have Iris grab my hand. I looked at her and she moved close to whisper in my ear. I had not needed any more reason or justification for what I was planning to do but she wanted a piece of what was coming for herself. It was not a long walk to the bar but the cool summer air stoked what was inside of me. Michael walked in his natural place over the right shoulder of a someone with purpose. The transition into the darkness of the bar went unnoticed except for the small hesitation to place him. His firestarter was laughing loudly and was the first one to notice us. I waited for Michael to pick the ones most likely to interfere. The bitch nudged my stepfather and pointed to us. No one recognized me except the two of them, but there was enough experience in the room to realize what Michael would do to get me a shot at the target. They moved out of our way as we walked to his table. "Oh... is the big man here to defend his mommy..." he joked to his playmates as he started to get up from the table. It was in my way and the fastest way to move it was to push it over and aside. It was not a small table and the move surprised everyone near us. They all took a step back and that moment's hesitation was all I needed. I hit him with a perfectly placed Mexican style hook to the body. I felt his body give but I took a step back and waited. It would not be enough to beat him senseless if he did not have a chance to fight back even at fifteen I understood how much closer to finished it would be if he took his shots and still ended up on the floor. It had been a good shot and it took him time to recover. He threw his blow as soon as he recovered. He had tensed and my body had registered the blow before it began. I turned with it in a boxer's twist to take away the impact. I returned with one of my own as his hand returned. I was shorter than he was not yet fully formed but I only gave up twenty pounds and was building to a physical peak very few ever reach. He threw again only to absorb two in return. He grew wary feeling that I wanted to drag it out, that I wanted to convince him it was never going to be worth it to step into my life again. I had years of training for this and the anger had kept building while I waited. We traded the blows of two males trying to hurt each other for a while when I heard a chair breaking behind me. "Gentlemen, this is about the two of them. Please do not make it between us." He rushed me and it caught me by surprise. I had been too well trained for him to do something that would force trained instinct to take over. My instructors had at times beaten those instincts into me. To beat a full grown male, there could be nothing but action and reaction until the opening came. They had prepared me better than any of us knew. His rush was met by my own more compact one to freeze him in place. His had been born of anger, mine was the first move in a series created by my training. There was no hesitation as I became the training. We hit and I bounced back to kick him just above the knee. He went down and I kicked him again in the chest. I heard his grunt but the the right hand was already moving. I hit him square with all the leverage of my better position. I would have followed him down but Michael grabbed me from behind. He turned me around and started me towards the door. He recognized the natural end the training had striven for in this situation. The bartender yelled about the damage to the bar and the patrons joined him. Michael stopped and let me go. I turned to look back at my stepfather. His bitch was making simpering noises over him as he stared hatred at me from the floor. I stared back at him willing him to get up. "That's enough, David." Michael said to me calmly. I looked at my stepfather and at Michael. I sighed very loudly. "Are you sure?" I asked him. Michael turned around to look at my stepfather. "Wait here." he said as he walked to crouch by my father. They exchanged words. My stepfather was angry but Michael seemed wiling to absorb what was necessary to get his message across. Slowly, the conversation turned and my stepfather's words became less angry. I saw the bitch show surprise and take a step away from Michael. I sat at a stool on the bar smiling at someone rubbing up on the bad side of Michael's loyalty. Rachel had reports that Michael was much more relaxed at his office now that my mother ran heavy interference where she was allowed to. Michael knew it also which made my mother a valuable asset to the Smith family. Michael talked until my stepfather started to give angry nods at him. Finally, Michael patted him on the shoulder and got up to talk to the bartender. I saw him pull out a checkbook and write one out to the bartender that caused a very sneaky smile. I doubted the owner would ever see any part of it. Outside the bar, I asked Michael how much the damage had been. I wanted to pay it back. He stopped and looked at me, "Rachel's husband had plans for you, David." I nodded, no one knew about my conversation with Roger on his deathbed. He looked up and down the street, "They are very similar to the ones he had for me." I was not surprised by that. He met my eyes and smiled warmly, "I see it in you, what he saw. Rachel never agreed but last summer she called me and said she wanted those plans to move forward." I nodded again. "If it works out, you'll pay me back and a lot more. If it doesn't we'll talk about how much you owe me, okay." I looked up and down the street. Finally I replied, "Okay." "You're not going to ask what they are?" he asked already knowing the answer. I think I surprised him with my answer. "Similar to your life right?" I asked meeting his eyes but not willing to betray Roger's final confidence. He nodded. "I think your wife's a bitch but other than that it's not a bad place to be." He looked shocked for a moment and then laughed while pounding on my shoulder. We walked home in the companionable silence of two men raised in the image of the same father. He did not come up to the apartment but drove off after shaking hands with me. I opened the door to see Iris flipping through channels. I tried to sit down next to her but she stopped me with two hands on my chest. "Your mother wants to see you." she said and pointed me towards my mother's bedroom. She kissed my cheek before walking to our room and closing the door behind her. I stood in the livingroom thinking about whether or not I wanted to deal with my mother tonight. There was not really a choice, if I did not want to be woken up by her in a panic. I walked to her door, opened it and walked inside. I thought she might have been asleep and moved to turn off the light by her bed. She sat up suddenly. "David!" she said and moved to the side of the bed. She stood up, grabbed my arms and studied my face. I had the bruises you would expect from a bare knuckles fight like the one I had initiated. "Sit down." she ordered pointing to the bed. She had not interfered in my actions so this was her due. I sat on the bed while she walked into her bathroom. I had always been surprised by the quality of the layout for what was essentially a rent controlled apartment. She came out with a collection of first aid stuff and started to pat my face down with alcohol swabs. She bumped my side and I winced in reaction to a spot I had not noticed hurt previously. She caught it and backed up immediately. "Take the shirt off." she ordered again. I was about to argue with her not wanting to be half-naked but she reached down and started to take the shirt off on her own. I gave up to the inevitable and did what she wanted. She maneuvered me on the bed so that she could work on me while I was comfortable. I let her do what she needed while my mind drifted to what had happened. I fell asleep and woke up to darkness and her warm weight hugged to me. What happened next, I would not be able to explain completely for awhile. I could say she was still feeling the effects, physical and emotional of what had happened. I had come down from the rush of a fight and the rush of what comes after. Maybe for both us it was that I had fought for her and won, a male seems to have natural urges concerning what he is due in that situation and I think so does a woman. It could have been the first opportunity to do what Oedipus had been calling for since that day in the shower when her eyes had touched my groin and I grew harder with need for her touch. The truth was it was in nature. I was already hard when my eyes opened. I knew the source of the heat that had hardened me. For every fantasy that I had of her, social training still had me afraid of being in the same bed. I tried to extricate myself from underneath her but she woke. She wrapped her arm around my chest and tried to pull me back to her. I turned to back away but that only gave her an opportunity to wrap both arms around me and pull. I slipped and came down half on top of her. At the time, I thought she did not know who I was because she buried her face in my neck and tried to slide beneath me. I reacted to the motion by lifting a leg. She got a leg between my legs so that I was straddling it. I was close to a panic when she relaxed. It caused me to relax my weight and settle on her. A part of me wanted me to say something that would cause her to realize what she was doing, but the part with the fantasies fought it to a standstill. I felt her arms move on my bare back and thought again she must not know who I was but was only reacting to my presence. The part that wanted me to tell her who I was won, and I turned my face to hers to speak. Our lips touched and the the fantasy was too close for the minor victory to hold. I kissed her, a small gentle querying kiss. It was returned and her arms tightened around me. She initiated the next one and I was drawn into the situation as fantasy became reality. I grabbed her face in my hands and deepened the kiss. Our tongues touched and caressed the other hungrily, for me the hunger was driven by years of dreams. I moved my leg so that I was completely between hers. She was wearing a long nightgown so my placement pinned her legs to the bed. She did not fight the imprisonment but continued adding depth to her kisses. We continued kissing for a long time, before need became great enough for me to take the next step in fulfillment. I put my arm on her right breast and kneaded it gently. She broke the kiss and gasped as I used my thumb to play with her nipple. If she had said my name, we would have stopped but instead she moaned as I dropped kisses on her neck. She ground herself on my groin as she extended herself to give me all of her neck. I switched hands so that I could play with her left breast. We were too caught by the drumbeat of our darkness for what came to be elegant. I no longer wanted to stop what was happening by making an issue of who she was doing it with. I continued to kiss her neck while my hand undid enough buttons to open the top of her nightgown. I reached inside and placed my hand on bare breast. She gasped again at the contact and her hands stroked my back. I brought us into another deep kiss while I played with one breast, shifted my weight and then played with the other. She continued to grind herself on me. My dick was screaming to be inside my origin. I could no longer ignore it, or stop what I wanted to do. I moved down her body, opened the top of to expose a nipple and took it in my mouth. She came up to push her breast into my mouth. I reached a hand down and grabbed her nightgown below her hip. I started to move it upwards by bunching it where my hand was. I took enough of my weight off to make the move easier. I switched breasts and she again tried to push it into my mouth. I brought that side of the nightgown as far as I could. I switched from sucking her breast, to licking her nipple moving from breast to breast as I inched her nightgown upward. Finally, I had the bottom of both sides of the gown in my hands. It had taken time but her breasts were a fantastic distraction for both of us. I grabbed both sides of the nightgown in fists and forced it upwards as I moved up to take her into a kiss. She froze for a second but reacted to the touch of my tongue. It was touch and go as we kissed hungrily and I worked her nightgown above her hips and to her waist. I was about to settle my weight on her when she propped up and put her hands above her head. I did not need anymore and took her nightgown off throwing it beside the bed. She wrapped her arms around me and dragged me down for a kiss. We rubbed bare chests together and kissed enjoying the heat of naked flesh touching naked flesh. When I touched her breast with my mouth, my hand could play with her other breast with out interference. She squirmed beneath me as I settled into feeding from the pleasure of her breasts. My hands traveled along her body touching her. I was too hungry for it to settle anywhere specific. My hands grasped her hips only to pull her up so that I could get handfuls of her ass. I was rapidly approaching the insanity of need to bury myself inside her. I reached between her legs and felt the moistness of need equal to my own. She had soaked through her thin panties and my touch drove her closer to orgasm. I moved up to kiss her, pulled her panties to the side and penetrated her with two fingers. She was hotter than any woman I had touched like this. She was a woman in full need and it drove me past whatever might have stopped this insanity. I moved my fingers out of her and started to stroke at her clit while continuing to kiss her. I used my other hand to work my sweatpants down my body. It was not long before my cock sprang free and kissed air. The throbbing in my ears grew louder as we came closer to what would fulfill our physical needs. I felt her get closer to orgasm and slowed to keep her where she was. Orgasm might clear her mind and leave me crying with want. After what seemed forever, I was free of my clothing. I moved to settle my weight between her legs again. I kept myself from contacting her pussy with my dick, something else that might clear her head. I needed it to be a done deal when we touched there. I stoked the fire in her pussy higher with my hand knowing she had to be on the brink so her body would not allow her to stop. I had been taught by Blanca how to get a woman's panties off when you are making her body control her mind. Taking a woman's panties off requires enough movement and separation of contact when in the position we were in that she might get shocked into thinking. Thinking bad, feeling good. I penetrated her with my fingers and started stroking them in and out of her while I moved a hand underneath a knee. I moved my body so that I could use it to lift her other leg. Her legs got high enough to make it one swift movement. I reached underneath her with my free hand and pulled her ass up. I pulled my fingers out of her and ducked it to join my other hand. I grabbed the top of her panties beneath her ass, pulled my body back, pulled them over her ass and away from her pussy, I used the motion of bringing her panties off her leg to straighen her legs, and took them from her body. Her legs dropped and I felt hesitation, but as they separated I put one hand back on her clit, threw the panties aside, and dropped my lips onto hers. I reached up to grab her hair, pulled back on it, and attacked her neck. It was too much for her to protest the joint nakedness of a son and mother in bed. I let go of her hair and kissed her again. It was in her taste that she would not protest unless I did something to acknowledge we were mother and son about to consummate something that had started with her eyes on my dick. I penetrated her deeply with my fingers and she gasped again and bit my neck. I placed my obscenely hard dick on the palm of the hand with fingers inside of her. I turned myself so I was correctly aligned with her body, she did not even tense at what I was about to do. Her bent legs moved up my body to perfect the angle. I pulled my fingers out of her and used my hand to align my dick with her entrance. It was a perfect one stroke penetration burying me completely inside her. I pushed my dick forward until I touched her pussy but I kept going. It was like we were opposite magnets and we had broken the plane of magnetic attraction. I touched her and she drew my dick inside her. I penetrated her with no hesitation from beginning to end. My hips touched her body as I hit bottom. At least, I thought I had, but she hitched her hips in a quick movement and I settled deeper inside of my mother. She gasped at her own motion, and I kissed her neck as I felt myself surrounded by heat and moistness. The moistness and heat increased as she convulsed. I had kept her close to the edge too long. The stroke into her and her motion had taken her over the top. She screamed as she drove her nails into me. It was half a protest and half satisfaction. Her pussy squeezed me harder than anyone else's had. If she were not my mother, I would say her pussy had been made for me. It was not the physicalness of the act of course. She was not only my physical source, but the emotional source of everything I had ever felt. I had been jealous of my stepfather having her. I had hated her in childish anger. I had resented her. She owned my first smile. Everything I had ever felt she was the beginning or the center of. This is why physically it was the best, because the penetration of my mother was wrapped in every emotion I had ever felt. I felt her coming down. I pulled my hips back and pulled out of her completely. I fucked completely into her again. I pulled out again and fucked into my mother again. I do not know how many times I pulled my dick out of her body only to fuck her again. None were as good as that first one, but each was better than anything that had come before my mother. She wrapped her legs around me to trap me inside of her. She was getting close again. She started to move her pussy on me to entice a masculine reaction. She got it. I grabbed her face in my hands and kissed her. I pulled up to the limit her legs had set and fucked hard into her. She grunted into my mouth. Her legs relaxed but their trap was no longer necessary. I was ready for my own pleasure. I fucked my mother in almost out of control hard strokes. She tried to coordinate motions to meet my strokes but it only delayed our pleasure. She did not stop and I did not want her too. Stretching an impossibly short moment was what we both wanted. I fucked my mother hard and she grunted her pleasure at my actions into my mouth. I felt it in my balls, the ache that I felt when I woke in her bed relaxed as my cum started its journey. I pulled out as far as I could without pulling out of her and fucked into her as hard as I could. It started her second orgasm, it was big enough that she was still starting when I pulled out and stroked into her hard with the last stroke before my cock shot into her. It was exactly that a shot of cum from my dick into her. She took it as her due at the heart of her orgasm. Her legs tightened around me as her pussy tried to squeeze me out. I was too big and too hard for that to work. I felt the second shot of cum leave my body and her pussy softened into accepting my dick's presence as she came out of the other side of orgasm. She pulled my head down to kiss me, ground her hips and squeezed my dick with her pussy. Her pleasure was slowly waning and she concentrated on mine. I needed her motion, squeezing, and her kisses to come down from where I had gone to. I took my face away from hers and placed it in her neck and relaxed on top of her. My internal clock woke me up for practice the next morning. I froze knowing where I was, remembering everything that had happened the night before. I looked over and she lay naked beside me facing away from me. She was hugging a pillow in her arms. It must have been a very deep sleep because she did not wake up when I got off the bed, and gathered my clothes to leave her room. I was not mentally present at practice and my coach saw it in my eyes when I came in. The twins had been talking to him so I thought they must have told him about my mother's visit to the hospital the night before. He took it easy on me just letting me swim endurance building exercises. I could be thinking of other things while I did them. I got home and noone was there. I was happy for that. I lay in my bed trying to nap but thinking of how much I had wanted what had happened the night before, and of the fantasies I had of her touching me after the shower incident. My martial arts class was not much better than swimming but luckily our instructor was in a forgiving mood and we practiced our forms heavily. I had promised the twins and our female in-crowd I would go to the mall with them. We looked like any other teenagers at the mall except that I was still lost in thought. Brittany, the senior female and heir apparent to be next year's leader of the in-crowd was not happy at my lack of attention. She had slowly as the summer passed leveraged other girls away from me. She would move to a more likely male candidate, the football captain or something during the school year, but she was solidifying her position as the senior female by marking me as hers. The twins were unmarkable as only the wild girls who liked not knowing if they were switching on her dated the twins. I let Brittany charm me into paying enough attention to her to push the other girls farther away from making a play at her leadership role. We all visited the Smith house for dinner. The girls were in obvious awe of Rachel who was stunning to any sex, and being served dinner by a pair of maids. Rachel teased me about Brittany every chance she got and I smiled at her. She tried to make sure I was not taking Brittany seriously, but the look I gave her told her she had nothing to worry about. I opened the door to the apartment to have Marisa rush into my arms. I walked into her room and heard about her day. I tucked her into bed. I read until she fell asleep and past that. I think I was hoping she would be asleep and I could avoid a confrontation about the night before. I closed Marisa's door behind me and walked into the living room. There was noone there. There was light coming from my room and I stared at it making the choice between confrontation or not. If I walked into my room and something started my mother might interrupt to start the confrontation. Iris and I naked might make that confrontation much uglier than it was going to be. I opened the door to my mother's room and stepped inside. The same light that had been on the night before was on but my mother was not in her bed waiting for me. I looked around and heard the shower running. I should have waited there for her. It would have been the right, the sane thing to do. The fantasy that had been at the cause of the night before had not released its grip on my soul though. The magnetic pull of her drew me towards her bathroom. I opened the door and looked inside. She was in the shower, I could see the naked shape of her through the frosted glass. I could hear a low feminine humming coming from her. There was enough steam in the room to tell me she had been inside for awhile. I I I started to take my clothing off keeping my eyes on the glass as she moved behind it. It was a standalone shower large enough for the both of us and my need. I walked naked to the door and opened it. Wet has always been my favorite color and the air in my lungs burned as I looked at my naked mother as the water poured on her. She turned startled by the cold air as it pressed onto her. "David, no!" she said turning towards me and covering herself. The insanity that prevented my stopping the night before, made its presence known. There could be no stopping as long in the depth of her eyes there was a womanly softening as I stood naked before her. She put up a hand to stop me as I stepped forward. I grabbed it, kissed the palm and slipped it around my waist as I moved to kiss her neck. "No, David." she protested but it was ineffective as the hand that now gripped my hip. Her head fell back to give me her neck. I kissed, bit, and kissed again. I reached down to take the hand covering her pubic hair and put it around me also. Her instincts made her hug my waist as I stepped into full body contact with her. I pressed her back into the wall of the shower and kissed her neck, shoulder, hairline, wherever I could touch with my lips. I pulled my head back from her. "David, baby, no." she pleaded with me but her leg wrapped around mine and she stroked me with it. My dick was pressing against her stomach and she rubbed it with her skin. I kissed her and she kissed me back surrendering to what had not finished the night before. We had not acknowledged each other, and it had left it undone. We had travelled the path of social taboo, but with our eyes closed. The pleasure as complete as it had been was not complete enough. She had now said my name but today was not connected to the night before. We had done something we had both wanted but neither had ackowledged the other. At least that is what I told myself after it was done. She pulled her leg up to my hip as I reached between us and touched her pussy. She was slick, not with the water, but with her own heat. I dipped a finger into her and the slickness increased. I could not hold on anymore, the need had come at the full strength of the night before the instant I saw her image on the glass. It had grown as our bodies touched. I went down to sit on my heels and pulled her down with me. She took the opportunity given and placed herself carefully. She let me pull her down and her pussy was impaled by my dick. She gripped me with her pussy, put her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. It was not the most comfortable position but it was for her more than it was for me. She leaned back and I raised up enough to get comfortable. She moved her pussy on my dick, small circles with me in her depth. She was rubbing her clit on me giving herself pleasure. "David!" she screamed as her pussy put a vise grip on me. She came back to hug me to her and kiss me as her orgasm passed through her body. She settled down with my hard dick inside her, and her kisses gentled as the orgasm released its hold on her. I grabbed her ass, pulled her off of me and stood us both up. She was staring at me when I grabbed her hand. I drew her out of the shower and in front of me. I reached around to grab her breasts in my hand. I kissed her neck as I guided her out of the bathroom and over to her bed. She put her knee on it and pushed back against me. I kneaded her breasts and continued the assault on her neck. I switched over to the other side of her neck. I began to pay special attention to her nipples and she reached back to caress me. I moved my hand down her stomach to her pubic hair and then lower until I could touch her pussy. I split her lips with a finger and dipped a knuckle inside. She pulled away so that I came in contact with clit. I let her control the action and rubbed small circles on it. She started to gyrate her hips and I knew it was time to continue. I grabbed a fistful of her hair with my other hand and pushed her head down. She let me and this bent her over giving me the necessary angle to fuck her. I took my hand from her hair when she brought her other leg onto the bed and settled her knees far enough apart I fit perfectly behind her. I put one hand on each cheek and spread her ass to give me easier access. I did not need to guide myself into her. My dick was pointing almost straight at her. I dipped my knees to get my head aligned with her entrance. I moved forward. It was exactly like the night before. My dick made contact with her pussy and was drawn in until my hips were touching her asscheeks. She did not come right away like the night before. It took my stroking in and out of her a few times before her head dropped to the bed, her back arched and her pussy tried to squeeze me out. I grabbed the inner curve of her hip and pulled back while pushing my dick into her to prevent her body from expelling me. She moved her hips on me to drag out the pleasure of her orgasm. She stayed with her head on the bed and her back arched in what I later called the full submission position. I let myself do what I wanted and looked down at myself. I pulled back slowly until I was just tipping her. I pushed back into her just as slowly. I kept this up with my hands spreading her, hypnotized by my dick fucking my mother. She came again to the rhythm of those slow full penetration strokes. This time her pussy convulsed in gentle squeezes around my dick. I put one leg on the bed to change to a better angle. I felt like I was getting deeper and could fuck her with more power. I started stroking her with the power of the new position. It was not as pleasurable as directly behind her ass so I lasted longer than I should have. After a minute of hard stroking, she came again and her pussy tried to push me out but the new position and my hardness let me stroke though its attempt. It forced her back up again as I fucked her through her orgasm. She screamed into the bed as a pair of willful strokes peaked her again. Her pussy opened for me and it drove me closer to the edge. I grabbed her by each side of her waist and used my grip to pull her back to add more power to my dick penetrating her. I was creeping closer and closer to orgasm. The closer I got the faster my strokes became. Her body had come down but the tempo change started her back up again. She was far from it but when my orgasm was about to begin I fucked into her as hard as I could, pulled back, fucked into her as hard as I could, pulled back, and fucked into her as hard as I could again. Those last powerful strokes pushed her to the edge where my cock vibrating and shooting inside her forced her over. This time when her pussy squeezed it milked another shot of cum out of me. I kept myself in the position as we both came down from the effects of our orgasms. I did not want to release her so I pushed her forward on to the bed with my hips. She let me guide her as I turned us so that we were spooned together on the bed. This time she fell asleep before I did. The next morning I woke with her draped on me. She grumbled as I crawled out from underneath her but did not waken as I left. I was much more involved that day in swim practice. I visited with the twins since I did not have martial arts practice that afternoon. We horsed around and Rachel joined us for some sun. She was wearing a small bikini and I had a feeling that she knew I was very aware of her. I went home and everyone seemed extra alive around the house. Marisa insisted on me playing with her before dinner. We had a very loud dinner together. Iris and I cleaned up with a lot of bumping and fooling around. My mother seemed to be avoiding contact with me or my eyes. She went into her room and we all heard her lock the door. Marisa and I continued to play while Iris watched television. Marisa wanted extra chapters that night and for me to act the voices out. I did it willingly even attacking her instead of the good guys in the book. She finally fell asleep leaning against me. I walked outside and tried my mother's door. It was still locked. I did not think anything of it. I went to my room and grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms. Iris watched me from her bed as I moved around the room. We had not had sex since Sunday which was the longest we had ever gone. I did not pay attention to her and went to take a long hot shower. I felt restless so I turned the TV on before I went to bed. It was a mistake. There was a movie on cable with lots of softcore sex including one of my dream actresses. It made me horny to watch a Rachel look-alike naked on the small screen. The movie built to a fever pitch and added to the simmering fire of the two nights before. I could have walked to my room and fucked a willing Iris but I knew it would not be enough right now. I was tenting my pajamas as I stood to turn off the television. I walked to my mother's door. I used the knob but it was still locked. It was a cheap indoor lock so I lifted the door by the knob and pulled it to the hinges. I pushed the door inward and it popped out of the lock. I walked inside and closed the door behind me. Her implied refusal had opened a door inside me. The whispers were angry screams that she would dare deny me. Those whispers knew things about all of us that I was refusing to look at in the light of day. She had been waiting for me because the door popping out of the lock made her sit up. I was not wearing a pajama top so all I had to do was push my bottoms down and step out of them. "David, get out of here!" she hissed and pulled the cover to her chest. The whispers were drowning everything but what they wanted out so her words meant nothing to me. I walked to her bed as she hissed at me again. I grabbed the covers and ripped them out of her hands. She backed up to the head of the bed as I climbed on the bed. "David, you can't do this!" she said as she put her hands in front of her. She was proven wrong as I grabbed her feet and pulled her onto her back. She was wearing another long nightgown but this one had buttons down the entire front. I was straddling her so she put her hands on my chest and tried to push me away. I grabbed the nightgown at each side of the buttons and popped the buttons halfway down. She gasped as air touched bare skin. I moved downward so that I could rip the rest of the buttons. The motion surprised her and she did not move to intercept me when I settled between her legs. My mind noticed she was not wearing panties which made one less barrier. I was still beyond thought though. "David...no!" she whispered as I grabbed each side of the collar of the nightgown and pulled her to me. I stopped her protests by kissing her. Her hands were pushing me away but her lips were kissing me back. I let go of the gown and reached down to her knees. I grabbed her underneath each knee and pulled her legs up spreading her. I pushed her knees down to her body, I looked down and her pussy was exposed for my dick. "David, please!" she said. The whispers told me she was pleading for me to get to it. I pulled my hips up, aligned myself correctly and dropped into her pussy with my dick. I hit bottom and the strength left her hands on my chest. I was still angry at her locking the door. I fucked into her with steady power. Even the whispers left me as I became a hard column of flesh fucking my mother into never locking that door on me again. She came hard the first time and I increased the power of the strokes. She came again soon after and I fucked her harder. The third orgasm caused her to scratch my chest in protest to its power. I turned her body slightly to get more leverage and fucked her even harder. I was getting the most penetration I could from being on top of her and her protest on my chest became a pleading for more of what I had to give. I was young with a tremendous amount of physical training and the dark side of who I had always been wanted her submission as every other female in this position had submitted to me. The part of me that my uncles had been training with their lessons had complete control of my libido. I pounded into her trying to fuck her in half. She took every bit of it and came and came and came again. My body must have felt her submission to my will because between moments I went from being nothing but hard flesh fucking her to a son fucking his mother into orgasm after orgasm. She was crying my name and her pussy was squeezing me to give me pleasure, her body having surrendered to the pleasure of our joining. I came so hard I nearly blacked out from the power of my orgasm. She pulled me down and moved her hips to drag out my pleasure. She squeezed me with her pussy, let me go and squeezed me again. The milking this time was her wanting, needing to give me the pleasure she could. We lay with me on top of her kissing until I slipped out of her body. I got up from her and moved to stand by the bed. She looked up at me with her hand touching my thigh keeping us in contact. I moved down and gave her a son's kiss on the cheek. I picked up the pajamas on the way out of her room. I made sure the lock was not set when I closed the door behind me. Iris made a mistake by still being up and giving me a challenging look as I stepped into the room naked. She was used to steady sex and days without it was not something she liked. She looked directly at my crotch and at me making her desires clear. The dark side was still in control and it liked Iris challenging me as much as it liked my mother locking doors. I was young enough to start to get hard. I smiled as I walked to her bunk. She moved to her side and tried to get up but I held her down. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed my dick to her lips. She opened her mouth to take me in but tried to spit me out as she tasted my mother on me. She recognized the taste of another woman and there was only one other in the house. I pulled her hair back until she winced while looking at me. I brought my now harder dick back to her lips. She tried to keep her mouth closed but it only took a hard look for her to open for me. Every now and then Iris liked to make me make her do what I wanted. I held onto her hair until she got used to idea of my mother's taste on my cock. I felt her relax so I let her go. She pushed me back and I let her to see what she was doing. She pushed me to lie down on her bed keeping me in her mouth the entire time. I lay on my back with her between my legs. She grabbed my dick in one hand and looked at me. She kept eye contact as she licked my mother from my dick, balls, pubic hair and anywhere else she found her flavor. She held the eye contact as she moved up and fucked herself onto me. She held the eye contact until her orgasm made her drop her head back and close her eyes. Friday was another day that we escorted the female in-crowd around after practice. Brittany had definitely staked a claim on me and she used the afternoon to solidify that claim. I did not mind so much since I had other things on my mind with the new situation at home. We ended the excursion with Brittany dragging me off so that we could make out. She did not let me really touch her but she was a very hungry kisser so I knew my time could come. Noone in the group would respect her claim without more than just a couple of kisses. High school can be so cutthroat when it comes to things that will make someone more popular. My martial arts class was a lot of fun as we did a two team tag sparring tournament for forty five minutes. My legs were jello as I walked home. The house was quiet as this was Marisa's one weekend a month with her father. I had not grown anymore accustomed to not having her in the house. Iris and my mother were sitting quietly having a meal. I sat with them and ate from the plate waiting for me. I should have showered right away but I did not feel like it. They kept whispering to each other but I tried to give them privacy. After I was done, I put my dish away and sat in front of the television changing channels. The women moved to their respective rooms and I decided to take a bath instead of showering that night. I was not the only one who was luxuriating I discovered when I opened my mother's bedroom door. I had not thought about going into her room that night. I had put on a pair of pajama bottoms and as I left the bathroom I walked into her room as if it were something I did every night. She knew I had entered the room but she wanted our woman's power of seduction over me as I had our man's power of submission over her. She was sitting in front of her mirror putting lotion on her legs. It was a presentation as she caressed the lotion on to herself. She was wearing a wisp of see-through lingerie but the profile shot of her left my imagination doing the work. Blanca had done me the favor of teaching me not to fight seduction. There is a time when a woman wants the seduction to become more but she will signal you when it is time. I leaned back against the door and watched my mother. She was humming in soft latin tones and I could feel the thrum of her body as it pulsed to the beat of the song playing in her mind. I had no doubt she was aware of the audience and had been waiting for me to enter the room. She continued applying the lotion slowly on her leg until she had to lean on her opposite side to apply some to her hip. She transferred attention to her other leg, it was tougher for me to see but I did not move for a better view. She finished with the lotion and picked up a hair brush. She started to brush her long black hair with her eyes closed. Her body's thrumming increased as her mind remembered good things from the past. It was a presentation so I had no doubt she was thinking of the nights before. How long we were there, me against the door, her in her chair I could not say. It came suddenly though, the signal that it was time for it not to be seduction anymore. She snapped her head towards as if she was surprised to see me standing there. She stood up and faced me. My mother was my height at the time about 5 foot six. She had been a little chunky before my stepfather was kicked out but spending most of her free time with Rachel had trimmed her down as far any heterosexual would want her to. She had black hair that fell past her shoulders with just a small amount of wave to it. Her body was defined by her curves. She had every curve Rachel did in a four inch shorter frame. Her breasts were a D cup which the new exercise regimen had given some youthful lift back to. She had a small waist that expanded out to hips that had stamped my preference in women. She was lighter skinned than the rest of our family, not so much that you would confuse her for caucasian but enough to make her exotic among our own kind. She was wearing a see-through teddy that tied only between her breasts. It was red as if to call for the red in my eyes to come out. I looked down between her legs and noticed that the teddy ended mid-hip and split at the bottom to show her lack of panties. She had trimmed her pubic hair. I pushed my pajama bottoms off my body and walked to her. This was to be the final acknowledgment of what I had been born to. She put her hands as if to stop me and backed up to the wall behind her. I kept coming until her hands were touching my chest. I did not even hesitate to move forward when we contacted and her hands did not try to stop me as our bodies came into contact. I grabbed her hair to expose her neck and put my teeth where jugular would be. With my teeth on her throat, I acknowledged my family had been waiting for my tainted blood to dominate my being. I thought about what actions in the past had made our family more animalistic than society would want us to be. I was the latest vestige of something dark in all of us. My uncles, aunts, mother carried a stain in their eyes. Of the younger generation that lived in the States, Iris and I were the oldest and the only ones born in the old country. I had met some of my older cousins from the old country. I remembered them with my mother's life pulsing in my mouth and only half of them had the stain that I carried. I remembered the beginning. An incident with a cousin when she and I were too young to have been sexual with each other. It had seemed so natural though and when caught we had not been punished by her father, my godfather. Here was what had been hiding before Iris and I consecrated what I had always been inside. I stood with my teeth on my mother claiming my position as the leader of our small pack. It was not a threat but a statement of fact that I was in control of our sexuality. My family were wolves cursed to wear human flesh but they were slowly straining it out of the children. Marisa did not carry our nature but I enjoyed the slow surrender of my mother as her body relaxed and accepted my will. Her hands soft already on my chest softened into caressing me. I held on to her though for the pleasure of dominating a woman that enjoyed being dominated. Her hands traveled downward and played along my abdomen. My muscles reacted to her touch and shivered beneath my skin. Her hands continued down until they were both encircling my hard cock. She caressed it by stroking me gently. She took one hand off and reached down to cup my nutsack. She whimpered a small pleading. I understood the nature of it and let her go. I stepped back and put both hands in her hair. She met my eyes as she stroked me and smiled at me. She put both hands on my dick and started stroking me by running one hand up and off my dick, returning to my base as the other hand did the same. It was a constant upward stroke making me harder. We stared into each other's eyes, mother and son, lover and lover, wolf and wolf. For the first time in my life, I admitted what came next was my nature. I stepped back again and pushed down on her shoulders. She went down to her knees and studied my groin. I looked down at her enjoying the view of my mother on her knees preparing to orally pleasure her son. She started with pushing up my dick and licking the underside from base to small hole at the tip. She then proceeded to lavish my nutsack with long strokes of her tongue. She licked the inside of my thighs only to stop long enough to take head of my dick into her mouth and run her tongue around it. She took my dick out of her mouth and looked up at me. The smile was the happiness of one who has missed the darkness and was welcoming its embrace. She pushed at my hips turning me and crowded me until I sat down on the bed. Having positioned me where she wanted she put my dick back in her mouth. She did slowly, with love and knowledge of the pleasure she was giving her son. There are women who suck cock with great technique, but they cannot match those women who suck cock with complete surrender to the pleasure of her man. They are nothing at that time but lips on the cock, hands that stroke to give pleasure without having to think, anticipation of the vibration signalling the apex of pleasure, and acceptance of a man's essence. I have met women with great technique but the ones that worship at the temple of your dick are far between and none ever came close to my mother. She lost herself to stroking my dick with her mouth, letting me go long enough to lick me , only to return. She never pushed the pace to one to simulate my fucking her mouth. She kept it slow and long drawing the orgasm out at its own pace. It was less than five minutes before I grabbed her hair in preparation for it. She took the signal but still did not push. It was a long approach to orgasm that started with tingles on my chest that became my stomach muscles tightening and releasing in pulses that became pushing my hips towards her that became my ball sack aching as release approached that became lava flowing through my dick that became my pulling her head down on my dick so that I was at the back of her throat when I came in her mouth. She let me hold her in place sucking and swallowing what my body was giving her. I relaxed and she pulled back so that only my head was in her mouth. She put her thumb at the base under my dick, she used it to apply pressure there and moved it up my dick. It drew the cum that had not had not been a part of the ejaculation out of my dick. She did it again drawing the last drop out of me. She then did her sadistic best to drive me insane by licking, and sucking my overstimulated cock. Finally when I could take no more I pulled her away from me by her hair. She kept her hands on me and signalled that she would give me a break with gentle caresses. I let her go and she became a cat licking milk from my groin. She got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the sink running and straightened myself on the bed. I stared at the ceiling thinking more about our family. She came out of the bathroom and turned on the lamp by her bed. She walked over to the door and turned the overhead light off. She walked to the foot of the bed. She untied the ribbon from between her breasts, and pushed the teddy down her body. She crawled onto the bed and over my body. She stared into my eyes and kissed me. I tasted mouthwash and smiled to myself at the wonder of some women. She pulled back and looked deeply into my eyes. I smiled at her, it was obvious she thought it was her turn to be pleasured. A woman having surrendered to her man does have a right to certain things. I pushed her head back and began with suckling kisses where my teeth had touched her neck. It was a rare weekend off from swim practice and martial arts training. My swim coach had given us the weekend off and my martial arts school was participating in a tournament that my instructor had not wanted me to be in. It was too small for there to be enough kids my age and I would have to compete against adult males. There were too many chances for egos to get inflamed if I started to win. He knew that with swimming I could not afford an 'accidental' injury. Marisa was with her father so there was no reason to move from my mother's bed in the early morning. I felt my mother get up from the bed and move to the bathroom. I dozed to the sounds of my mother doing her morning toilet. She came back to the bed and curled up against me. I felt the lace of last night's lingerie and almost smiled at the meaning of it. I turned to encircle her in my arms. She pushed her butt up against my groin as I put a hand on a breast and played with a nipple through the fabric. I went back to dozing for about an hour interposed with carressing her stomach, her hips, her breasts, her neck, every place I could touch with only moving my hand. My dick became insistent after awhile. I am a morning horniness type of male, if I'm allowed to sleep the necessary amount of sleep and come awake slowly when my eyes open to stay it will be because of raging hormones. I got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom to clean up also. I looked at my mother's shower after brushing my teeth with her toothbrush and could not resist the illicitness of using it. The hot water did nothing for my horniness and the cold water that I liked to finish with also had little effect. I dried myself off and walked back into my mother's bedroom. She was on her stomach with a pillow under her. It raised her hips up just enough and my dick came to the ready. She turned to look at me and smiled as she saw my reaction. She moved her ass from side to side in invitation to my dick. A woman on her stomach is my favorite sexual position, a guaranteed way to a quick and hard orgasm. More things began to click in my mind as her smile told me she knew exactly the reaction she was getting from me. I walked over to the bed and climbed on. She tightened her ass and released as I straddle her. The teddy was halfway down her ass but did not cover anything important, it only added to the sexiness of my mother's position. I grabbed a buttcheek in each hand and spread her ass. Her pussy opened and showed the glistening of arousal. I saw no reason considering her actions to do anything but fuck her. I pulled up and pointed my dick at her. I moved forward until I had just my dickhead inside her. I was in rare control considering the position and the woman so I began to pull in and out of her with just the head of my dick. She moved her ass in small circles to entice me but I could feel the heat and moisture in her pussy increase. I had read that a woman's pussy greatest sensitivity is in the first two inches. I gave my mother two inches, took them away and gave them back. The movement of her hips became more enticing as her body attempted to deepen the penetration. I knew why she wanted more but I kept up with what I was barely giving her. It was more to continue watching the head of my dick penetrating my mother's pussy from that angle again and again than to torture her. Her pussy gripped me when she came, I could barely penetrate deeper because of the action of orgasm on her pussy. I pulled back and forced my way deep inside her in disregard to her physical reaction. I pulled one leg up to get better leverage and fucked her at the same pace as before but with greater length to my stroke. Her first orgasm had barely subsided when the deeper stroking started a longer one inside of her. It felt good to fuck into my mother as she lay on her stomach with orgasms assaulting her body. She reached back to my hips and started screaming into the bed as my leg dropped back on to the bed and I started short strokes keeping myself as deep inside of her as I could. I put my hands at her waist and gripped her tightly as I fucked her at depth. After another orgasm from her I had enough and settled my weight on top of her and stroked for my orgasm. She understood what I was doing and grabbed onto my forearms and moved her ass to help me. In that position with my weight pinning her to the bed I could not hold out long. It was the most satisfying orgasm so far because she had initiated the situation. She kept her ass moving, kissing my hands as her pussy clenched and unclenched to draw the most out of my orgasm. I lay on top for a lot longer than I normally do on a woman. She had lost weight so I was now bigger than her at least in weight but she did not seem to mind the feel of me on her. I was mostly doing some thinking about my situation when I decided to get up and investigate the knowledge my mother possessed about the position we had fucked in. I did not bother dressing as I walked out of her room. Iris already knew from the taste of me the night before what was going on. She was in the kitchen almost finished with preparing breakfast. I had a very specific morning diet of fruit, calcium enriched OJ, some toast and yogurt. It was not that hard to prepare but it was easier if the entire family followed suit. She had just finished cutting a pineapple and was sorting it into portions for the three people in the house. She was wearing another very thin summer dress that outlined her form very nicely. She did not hear me come into the kitchen and did not realize I was there until I slipped a hand under the dress to caress her naked ass. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled as she looked down at my dick. She did not complain and put her hands over her head as I grasped the dress pulling it up her body took take it off. I pinned her against the counter and kissed her neck. She reacted by grabbing my hip with her free hand. I turned her around, put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down. She did not react as the night before when she tasted my mother on me. She knew what I wanted and cleaned her from me. I kept her there until I was hard again. I was fifteen years old and that means a tremendous recovery time especially considering my family's sexual drive. I pulled her up when I was hard enough and pointed to our breakfast. She picked up the servings for two people, and I picked up my own. I guided her with a hand at the small of her back to my mother's room. She never hesitated; I had already made my statement of fact about who controlled her sexuality. There was no surprise in my mother's eyes as Iris walked naked into her room. Iris crawled onto the bed and handed my mother her food. I sat down between them and we ate in silence. They started talking about Michael's pronouncement at work after the fight with my stepfather. My mother had been working for Michael for a year and he had decided on her bonus. The divorce was costing my mother especially once my stepfather started making noises about custody. We were doing okay but my mother's plan for a house had to be put aside. Michael expressed an extreme dislike for the neighborhood his personal assistant was living in. He had instructed my mother to find a house in a better neighborhood. The company would buy the house and my mother would pay back the loan interest free. Normally, my mother would have refused immediately but there was no doubt in anyone's mind that my mother was very good at her job of keeping Michael sane and on schedule. Most the subsidiary companies' management had turned to my mother immediately as a more efficient method of getting Michael's attention. She was becoming a valuable enough individual that these considerations had to be taken into account. My mother also had to consider it even if just for her children. They moved to talking about where to look for a new house and what we should be looking for if she accepted the offer/demand. I do not think they realized that each had a hand on one of my thighs and were stroking their way to my penis. They continued to talk about small things even after their hands interlaced on my dick and I had two women stroking me. It was moments later that both turned to me expectantly. I expanded on what I had learned from Blanca and Carolina about controlling the action in a threesome where the male is the axis. I understood some of their behavior after that weekend. Their need was equal to mine but society pressure made them not want to accept having a nearly insatiable sexual appetite. Ceding control to me allowed them complete freedom, it was yet another excuse in a pile that I drummed out whenever I thought about how fucked up it really was to be in the dominant position of a three way sexual relationship with your mother and your aunt. My mother returned the favor cleaning the flavor from my dick after I fucked Iris to a series of intense orgasms. I sat in a chair and directed the action as Iris and my mother made love to each other for my benefit and their pleasure. Iris held my mother's ass cheeks apart while I fucked her asshole for the first time. I cemented my control of our relationship by allowing them all the sexual freedom that what I called our wolf nature wanted. Rachel intervened and used every trick in a lover's, best friend's, fellow mother, and boss to convince my mother the offer of the house was something that would benefit everyone involved. My mother told Michael her decision on the house issue the next Monday. We moved a couple of towns over where the neighborhood was houses instead of apartment buildings and the cops were paid well enough to make sure things stayed well in hand. Marisa and I attended private schools so nothing would change for us except we had moved closer to our classmates. Iris had to move schools but she seemed excited about the change. I do not think she had much in common with the people in her school and the move gave her a reprieve from having to make connections. The house had two floors and a basement. The bedrooms were all on the top floor along with a playroom/office for Marisa and my mother. Iris even had her own room for the first time. I had asked if we could convert the storage room in the basement to my room. My mother had seen no reason not to since it was fairly obvious it had served that purpose before. Most of our time from the middle of the summer to the end was taken up with cleaning up the house and getting it ready for the move. The twins and Rachel were a large help the entire time but we had very little time the rest of the summer for other things. This affected someone's plans in a way that caused her to make a mistake with me. She forgot that I had a dangerous edge too sharp for a girl in high school to push against. The problem for Brittany, the senior in-crowd female who wanted to be the leader of the pack, was that her options had run out. The twins had started to hook up with the wildest of the soon to be senior girls who was just as popular as Brittany. Brittany had been playing with me during the summer but nothing serious because the main attraction was still our football team's quarterback. The team sucked but he had talent. The problems for Brittany started when he moved out of state because his father was transferred. She had already layed the groundwork with me to begin something but then we began the house hunting and moving process. I did not have a lot of time between practices, house dealings and the new sexual situation at home to hang out with anyone other than the twins. Brittany had options but she was the type that had to have clearly defined victories and in the male department of our school I was as the best if the twins were taken. The fact that our star quarterback was not returning did not become commonly known until August so it left Brittany very little time to do something about someone else having control of 2 of the 3 most available males in the school. She started to come over and help in the moving even dragging along her little sister, Michelle. My mother kept raising eyebrows at Brittany helping but did not say anything even in private. I was not going to complain because Brittany was 5 foot 8, long black hair, hazel eyes, about a 38 D, with a body kept trim by being the captain of the cheerleading team. I did not actually think anything was going to happen between us because she was going to be a senior and I, a sophomore. I thought she was biding her time before she made a move on one of the senior footbal players or whoever swam with the twins and I. Brittany was thinking exactly that, keep other women away from me until she had a lock on someone closer to her level. Neither of us counted on the fire inside her and that I was gasoline for it. She did not mean to push me. It was a bad reaction to the cruelty of high school girls. It was the last week of summer break and the in-crowd had gone for a mall visit to do some last minute back-to-school shopping. It was the first time my mother had extra money and she had even given me money for some new clothes. The friend of the twins had been slowly crawling up Brittany's temper by making it obvious that she had the twins socially wrapped around her pinky. High school girls can be so amusing sometimes with how they think the male mind works. Brittany retaliated by taking charge of helping me pick out clothing and basically fawning over me. The other girls spent their time watching the sniping match and giggling at particularly good hits. A smaller crowd of the twins, their friend, a couple of the other girls, Brittany and myself ended up in twins' house. Rachel was at a business meeting ensuring people understood Michael had her complete trust and if she had to get involved Michael would get the backing to remove names from doors. The twins' friend was scoring major points because of where we were and the wildness of playing with both of them publicly. She even dragged them both into their room for what she made obvious was going to be more than making out. The other girls were shocked but also fascinated because the twins were coming into their own. Brittany saw their reaction and saw her Prom Queen title slipping. "David, is there a guest bedroom here?" she said loudly. You could hear the other two girls choking on their gasps. I pointed at the room on the second floor where Michael slept when he had been there late. She grabbed my hand and nearly dragged me upstairs. She slammed the door behind me, pushed me onto the bed and started pacing the room. I lay back and looked at the ceiling. I thought we were going to playact that something had happened but would not really do anything. "Aren't you hot in that?" she asked me. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a light sweat jacket and I was beginning to sweat in it but was not wearing anything underneath. "I'm okay." I said to her. She smiled a little devishly, "Come on, take it off. We might be here awhile." "I'm not wearing anything underneath." I explained. She raised an eyebrow and walked over to me. She grabbed my hand and stood me up. She spun us so that she could sit on the bed. "Okay, I guess I get a show." she said with a lot more devil in her smile. There had been an implied challene in her voice so I was pretty stuck. I pulled the jacket off; I put my hands on my sweatpants and my eyes teased the question to her about my taking them off. With Iris, it was availability that I had thought attracted her to me. I had been wrong but at the time Iris and I started it was what I thought. Carolina and Blanca were the same thing. Carolina had made up her mind and I would do, Blanca was taking what was available to her because of what she wanted. My mother came from her family and I was her son. The attraction was in our nature as it had been with Iris. Brittany was the first woman that looked at me and wanted for what she saw. She froze on the bed and her eyes lapped me up. I was 2 inches shorter than her and 2 years younger but I easily outmassed her. I was at the beginning of an olympic training regimen in two sports and physical power, a staple in my physical success, had started to etch itself onto my body. I had enough Indian blood in me that at the age of fifteen I was very nearly hairless. Brittany and I had kissed at the beginning of the summer but neither of us tried to make anything of it. That is why she did not know she was playing with the fire inside her. She got up from the bed and stood in front me. She did not meet my eyes, but instead put her hand on my chest. She ran it down to my stomach and felt my body react to her touch. She brought her other hand to my shoulder and started playing along it. I noticed that her hand was not cool, she ran as hot as I did which was another first. She looked at me and moved closer for a kiss. It was different than those that had come before. I could taste her anger at the twins' friend slowly dissipate swallowed by a rapidly encroaching heat. Her mouth opened and our tongues clashed in my mouth. I started to believe this would go further and my body went into overdrive. Brittany was the best looking girl in the school hands down, and would compare favorably with any woman. She was beginning to hit her stride towards the woman she would become and that woman could make men beg for it. She was a future University dance squad member so her curves were sharpened by her workouts. I put my arms around her waist and she wrapped hers around my neck. The kiss deepened as I moved our dancing tongues inside of her mouth. She accepted the move and we played there. She made the next move as she brought her hands down to start stroking me again. She broke the kiss and started kissing my neck. I thought that was my move but the heat coming off her body told me I was close enough to heaven to let her lead for now. She did not stop at my neck but continued down to drop kisses on my chest and even further down on my stomach. The licking is what did it. She had stopped kissing and was giving me small licks on her way back up. She got back up to my lips and I grabbed two fistfuls of hair and kissed her hard. She moaned and pressed up against me tighter in reaction. I got my hands out of her hair so they could do some traveling. They made a beeline for her ass, I grabbed two handfuls and pulled her up and towards me. She moaned again at the contact and the kissing got even hotter. In the next five seconds, we learned what sexual compatibility really meant. I took one hand from her ass and moved it under her tank top moving towards a breast. I broke the kiss and moved to kiss her neck. I popped her breast free by pulling her bra up and pushing it off her breast. I palmed her breast and kissed/bit her neck at the same time. "Oh, my God!" she whispered hard as her legs dropped out from underneath so fast it caught me by surprise. I dropped with her as I felt her body convulse in orgasm. I was so surprised I pulled back to look at her. She dropped her hand and put a hand on my chest as her body went through post orgasm shivers. I put my lips on her hair and waited for her post-reaction to end. She leaned back against the bed and looked at me. I waited for her to speak because I did not know what to say. She continued watching me, I pulled my hand out of her shirt and put both of my hands on her hips. She was still watching me. "That's never happened before." she said finally. "I never made someone cum by grabbing a breast and kissing her neck either." I admitted. "Yeah, that too." she said quietly while touching the breast I had touched and then the spot on her neck that I had kissed. I looked at her and I would swear I saw the fire in the back of her eyes. I could see it growing. "Nobody's made me cum, nevermind by just touching me like that." she said as she brought face close to mine. She studied my eyes and I let her. It was definitely growing and burning everything out of its way. She reached down and pulled her top off and undid her bra. I looked at her breasts as they were freed. I knew what she was saying but I still looked a question at her. "I have to have everything else now, David." she explained as she reached forward to kiss me. It was hard, wet, burning, starving, questioning. I brought my hands to her breasts and started to play with her nipples. She moaned into my mouth and pushed herself into my hands. I pushed her back so she was leaning on the bed and broke our kiss. I stayed away from the spot I had kissed when she came when I kissed her neck. I brought my hands down to her ass and lifted her so she was almost on the bed. This brought her breasts to the right level so that I could lick her nipples. This time she groaned and grabbed my hair. I sucked one nipple and she squirmed. I switched over to sucking the other nipple. She groaned again. She had beautiful full breasts so I had no problem licking, sucking, and play biting her nipples for a minutes. It would have gone on longer except that she reached between us, undid her shorts, and started to push them down panties and all. It caused enough wriggling and squirming that I let her until I smelled her arousal. I took my mouth off of her. She stood up quickly and pushed the rest of her clothing off her body. I stood up as she posed for me and pushed my sweatpants down my legs. I kicked out of my pants and sneakers. "Oh my God." she exclaimed looking at my hard dick. I looked down at myself and saw nothing out of the ordinary so I looked back at her. "You're so big!" she said in wonder as she reached for my dick. Her surprise had been mostly because her own experience had been with guys not packing enough to compare with me even in my still growing stage. She wrapped her hand around me with her palm on the underside and held me. She gave me a gentle stroke and stopped her motion to just enjoy feeling me in her hand. I got harder in her hand and she gasped again at the changes it brought on me. I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed. She sat down but held on to me. That was not what I wanted so I moved downward to get on my knees. She pouted and reluctantly let me go. I smiled at her and put my hands on her calves. She looked a question at me as I moved my hands so they were underneath her knees. She cried in surprise as I used my hands to lift her legs. It caused her to fall back on the bed. "David!?" she asked/screamed in surprise. I put her legs over my shoulders, grabbed her waist, and pulled until her ass was almost off the bed. I put my hands back underneath her knees and pushed them towards her chest. "David!" she cried expectantly. She had a very pretty pussy. She trimmed it so that there was only a small line of pubic hair from just above her clit. Her lips were glistening; puffy enough to hide her entrance and her clit. I licked her from the bottom of her pussy, applying enough pressure to split her lips, to where the pubic hair started. She pushed her pussy towards me in a motion that begged for me to do it again. I saw no reason why I should not so I did. I then did it again, and then again. I continued doing it until she screamed for me incoherently. Knowing what she wanted; the next time my tongue touched her clit I stopped on top of it. With my tongue marking it, I surrounded it with my lips and proceeded to try to drive Brittany crazy. I sucked it. I licked it hard. I nibbled it. I licked it long. I nibbled it again. I sucked it again. I nibbled it and licked it. I sucked it, and nibbled it. I sucked and licked it. I sucked it, and nibbled it, and gave it quick licks across. I nibbled it, and sucked it, and gave it hard licks as long as the space would allow. I then tried to everything at the same time. She came in the middle of the experimenting, she came again when I started throwing in the combinations, she started pushing me away after that which was when I tried to do everything at the same time. She screamed again and this time I knew the entire house had to have heard it. She tried to get away from me so I wrapped my arms around her thighs to maintain control of her, and pushed my face onto her pussy. She tried to pull away, turn away, squirm away but I had her and forced yet another orgasm out of her. I was drunk on the power I had over her body. The other women in my life loved being with me, but Brittany was different. I did not push her buttons, everything I did was a button. This was raw sexual power over a woman, the kind where you know everyone else will be compared to you and ALWAYS be found wanting. I did not give her a chance to recover. I put my hands back underneath her knees and stood up. I kept her open as she started to catch her breath. I was aching from the excitement of her reaction and positioned myself to fuck her. I had to know if she would react to my dick the way she had to everything else. I got my head so that it split her lips just in front of the entrance. I drove forward with my hips but got stopped with my head just inside of her. I looked down at my dick just inside of her. I pulled back and tried to pound into her again. I barely gained a little more. "Oh my God!!" she screamed at the second attempt and put her hand on my stomach. She was not feeling any pain from my attempts so it was not to push me away. I pulled back and tried to stroke hard into her. Again, I barely gained any depth. I looked down at myself. I knew she was not a virgin but even with orgasm after orgasm her body was barring my entrance. I changed strategies. I stroked with the depth that I had and only after her pussy accepted me there did I try to push forward. It was slow going and I thought I would go insane. She came again and drove her nails painful into my hip. It was a timely thing because it broke through my need to come. The orgasm with my dick in her was what we both needed though. I stroked back and fucked forward. Her pussy gave me more than before so I kept pushing forward. Her body gave before my dick reluctantly but I was able to seat myself totally in her pussy. I pushed her legs down to open her wider, pulled back a little with my hips and fucked down hard into her to get the last of the penetration her body had to give me. She screamed again loud enough for everyone to hear. She came the hardest I had ever seen a woman come in my life. She grabbed my forearms, arched her back painfully while pushing at me with her hips to get more of the contact that was causing pleasure to ravage her body. She shook with the power as it lasted longer than any orgasm I had ever seen. She gave herself another one just as the first was beginning to subside by moving her hips to stimulate her pussy on my dick. Watching her was enough to keep myself in control. Most men will tell you that fucking a woman good will only make him try to fuck her better. His dick will keep itself in check because there is not much in the world that will stroke a male ego like a woman screaming in pleasure because of his cock. He feels like "The God of Fuck". The truth is Brittany was gorgeous. Naked she was beyond that. The sight of her with my dick fully seated inside of her should have destroyed brain cells. Add to that that she was worshipping me as "The God of Fuck" and I went a little crazy. My dick and my personality merged for the purpose of making Brittany the High Priestess of my cock. I stroked almost completly out of her and back inside slowly. Her pussy was a incredibly tight but the first penetration had fashioned it in the image of my cock. It was willing enough that I did not have to fight for depth, I only had to keep hard pressure forward. I pulled back out again slowly and stroked back inside. I did this until her pussy locked on me and she screamed my name again. She grabbed the covers of the bed in fists as the orgasm traveled through her body. I pulled out of her completely. I penetrated her with my dick and and extra inch. I pulled out of her completely and penetrated her lightly again. "No!" she cried as she tried to sit up and push to get me at depth again. I had control of her legs so she could not. I had gotten the reaction that I wanted so I started shallow strokes to stimulate the entrance of her pussy. "David, please!" she whispered at me looking into my eyes. They told her I was in charge and she was going to get what I gave her. She stayed up on her elbows as I continued the shallow strokes. It took the longest for her to orgasm like that. It was hard to keep in control as those strokes stimulate the most sensitive part of my dick. I was just about to stroke deep to gain time when she started grunting. It must have been a strange orgasm because her face was confused as her body was warmed with the pleasure. I drove the confusion away by pulling back and fucking into her hard. Her body tried to fight me but it had grown too accustomed to me to be effective. She dropped on to the bed and arched her back again. I pulled back and fucked into her hard again. The second stroke caused her body to short circuit on its way down from the strange shallow orgasm. She came almost on top of the first orgasm and she screamed my name. I could not hold on much longer so I started stroking into her as fast and as hard as I could. I could only get my stroke backward about halfway before my body naturally pounded back into her. I went even crazier than I had been and do not remember the next few minutes. I should not have lasted very long but she was orgasming on top of orgasm. Each one caused her pussy to bear down on my cock hard enough to delay my own orgasm a little. It was a fight to the finish, I stroked into her getting closer and her orgasm would push me back but not quite to where I had started. It went on for a bit, but finally my body could not stand the pressure. I moved my hands down to her thighs and pushed down on her legs hard. It opened her pussy just enough that in the next orgasm she could not squeeze hard enough to delay me. I fucked into her in short, brutal strokes that got me to where my dick and balls were screaming to be. I pulled back one last time and fucked into her. My ass tingled and my chest itched as I began to cum into her. I hit bottom on her and blew a shot of cum inside her. I pulled back in natural reaction and pushed forward again blowing another shot of cum into her. I kept pressing and grinding myself inside her, she came one last time in reaction to the expansion of my dick as I came and the grinding. I let her legs go and her pussy put a vise grip on me in reaction to her orgasm. I collapsed on top of her and she wriggled her hips in a mindless motion at the pleasure of my body on her as the last of her orgasm faded. That should have been the end of it. I was fifteen years old and I had just fucked a gorgeous senior into the oblivion of sexual pleasure. Possession by the "The God of Fuck" changes all the rules though, especially when a High Priestess candidate is in his bed. Under those circumstances, this was just the first course in a formal meal. My mother was the first woman to take the last drop from me and after that it was a necessary act for a woman to be considered above normal. I pulled out of Brittany, she protested and tried to squeeze her pussy to keep me inside of her. I stood up and grabbed her hips. I stepped back and pulled her off the bed onto her knees. I made a ponytail with my hand in her hair and pulled her up so that my dick was in her face. There was no face made, or any questions. Like we were connected, she did what I wanted. She opened her mouth and took me inside of her mouth lovingly. She brought her hand up and I intercepted it. I put it where it needed to be so that her thumb was on the underside. I guided her hand through the motion of drawing the last drop of cum out of my dick. When I let go of her hand, she repeated it but helping the process by sucking on me. I nearly collapsed on top of her as she drained me. She began to lick me clean of herself and I knew she was mine. The guest room had full bath in it and that was what I needed to gain the time necessary to continue our initiation to each other's bodies. She followed me willingly into the shower and grabbed the liquid soap as I turned on the water. She had her hands well soaped when the water had gotten to a good enough temperature for me to stand in it. She pushed me up against the wall and lathered me slowly. It had started with her looking at my body and it continued with her soaping every inch of me. She spent an inordinate amount of time making sure my balls and dick were as clean as her hands and soap could get them. She pulled me into the water stream to get herself wet and to get the soap off my body. She helped the soap in its flight by stroking my body. I grabbed her hands put them around my waist and pulled her in to share a kiss. The water stream was hitting us so the kiss included a lot of water. She did not seem to mind and we stood in the stream making out as the heat from the water rekindled the fire in each of us. I pulled away from her and grabbed the bottle of liquid soap. I grabbed the shower head and pushed it so it was mostly hitting the shower curtain. I used a different soaping strategy than she had. I used the bottle to squirt soap on different parts of her and then used my hands to create the lather on her body. She squirmed a lot but that stopped when I started creating the lather on her pussy. She grabbed my shoulder, closed her eyes and leaned her head on the wall. I played with her, the slickness of the soap added made it so that the orgasm she got out of the friction was small. It was enough to bring the fire back full force though. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled the shower head back so that the soap could wash away. She stopped the water and opened the shower curtain. She reached out to grab a towel from the side bar and I took the opportunity to palm an asscheek. She stayed liked that so that I could fondle her asscheek to my heart's content. She turned towards me with the towel in her hands and dried me off. I did not return the favor because I like a wet girl. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bedroom. I turned her and tried to push her on the bed. She let me turn her but held her ground. She grabbed my dick in both hands and kissed my neck. I liked where she was going and let her especially because she started to stroke my dick. She smiled at me as she moved to kiss my chest. She licked my nipples which felt curious. She licked her way down to my stomach and stayed there for enough time to make me start thinking about pushing her down to where a part of me wanted some of the same attention. She must have felt my dick jump in her hand because she went down on her knees as soon as the thought of pushing came into my head. She held my hardening dick against my body as she kissed my thighs. My legs are very sensitive so this did exactly what she wanted and started the final approach to ready to fuck cock. She moved from kissing my thighs to bathing my balls with her tongue. She licked the underside of my dick, forced it down and then licked the same line on top of my dick. She then licked every centimeter of my dick. She did it slow as if trying to see if each part had a different flavor. She went back to tongue-bathing my balls but this time did it slow, again as if to see if each part had a different flavor. I grabbed onto her hair and she took that mean I wanted her to stop playing. She smiled up at me and engulfed the head of my dick with her mouth. She put both hands on my hips to control my motion when I started to push forward. She must have been with a forceful guy to know to do that. It was not what I wanted so I pushed her hands off. She tried to put them back but I pulled her head back with her hair. She moved her hands so that one was cupping my balls and the other was on the base of my dick giving me control. I used my hold on her hair to move deeper into her mouth slowly. I took it slow to find how far she could go, I felt her react to me and pulled back slowly. I moved forward to her discomfort zone and pulled back again. She gentled her hold on me as she realized I was not going to force her. She started to move her tongue on my dick as I moved outward to give me greater pleasure. She was the one that began to force the issue after awhile. She reached behind me to grab my ass and as I was at the bottom of my stroke she tried to pull me deeper into her mouth. I let her control how much more she took, as soon as she relaxed I pulled outward and she used her tongue on me. I let her control the action because of her attempts to take me deeper. She stroked my ass and licked around the head of my dick in preparation and then pulled on me to start my stroke. I forged forward, got to where she could not take more without me forcing the issue and she pulled on me to give herself another inch of me. It felt good to watch her struggle to take more of me into her mouth. She kept me there until she could take that extra inch without having to fight for it, but I had gotten completely hard and was starting to push in on my own. I stopped it myself because I knew I might lunge forward if we kept it up. I pulled her up to her feet and she pouted at me when we were face to face. I turned her around and guided her on the bed. She crawled forward and was about to turn over but I used my hands to stop her. She growled and wiggled her ass getting the message about what I wanted this time. I pushed her thighs apart so that she spread her knees. This lowered her ass and gave me a groove to fit myself between her legs. I was lubricated so I grabbed my dick, ran the tip on her pussy until I felt the sweet spot that meant I was at the right place to push into her. She had been well fucked recently so her pussy did not fight me as it had before. I started to fuck into her and her body gave to my forward motion. I kept the pressure up until I was deep inside of her. I reached down spread her asscheeks, pulled back a little, and pumped into her to get the most out of the position. Her head dropped onto the bed and I could feel her pussy increase the lubrication around me. I did not move fast enough to satisfy her so she started to rotate her ass in small circles to get sensation. I let her continue that until she started to get a little frantic as an orgasm approached. I pumped in and out of her a couple of times to make sure that my motion threw her into the middle of the orgasm and not hers. She came again and I started to take long, deep strokes in and out of her. She rode the strokes down and then rode them right back up to another orgasm. I wondered how many she could have if I was the one pushing her buttons. I pushed down on her hips, she dropped down further, this changed the angle enough to push my own orgasm away. I stroked into her harder than before. I felt her orgasm again just when my orgasm started approaching. I sat back on my heels and she moved to keep me completely inside of her. I had less control the second time so we moved into a pattern of changing positions slightly getting her to orgasm, stopping so that I could recover, and then changing positions again. After awhile, I could not hold on any more so I pulled completely out of her. I held her asscheeks apart and looked at her. "The God of Fuck" demanded the last tribute. I gave her a light spank and she made a noise of protest. I rubbed her clit with my hand until she was just about to cum again, and then I spanked her other asscheek. She made a half-complaint but my fingers on her clit finishing her orgasm made her cut it off. I lay back on the bed and she turned around to look at me questioningly. I grabbed her hair and pulled her face into my crotch. She got the message and started to lick my dick. She took me into her mouth and practiced taking me deeply but from the different angle. It had the effect I wanted and calmed me down. I took control of the action by the simple expedient of wrapping her hair around my fist and guiding her head up and down. I was not pushing the issue so she let me fuck myself with her mouth. I had calmed down enough to move forward with my plans so I guided her lower body around to where I could play with her pussy. I got her to the edge of another orgasm with finger penetrations and rubbing her clit. With her on the edge, I used one hand to stimulate her pussy and I moved the other to playing with her asshole. She froze for a few seconds but I took my hand off her pussy, grabbed her hair and moved her head back to an up and down motion on my dick. I lubricated a finger on the hand that I was using to play with her ass with her pussy juices and returned it to her asshole. I brought my other hand to her pussy and rubbed her clitoral area with orgasmic intent. At the same time, I began to push the lubricated finger into her ass. The orgasm served its purposes, in between physical reactions to the pleasure I managed to get my finger completely in her ass. I stroked my finger in and out while rubbing her clit and pussy lips. It was not long before she took her mouth off my dick again as another orgasm hit her. I took my hands out of where they were and got behind her again. I stroked into her and pumped to get her pussy to add to the lubrication her mouth had given me. I kept it up until she was close to an orgasm again. I wanted her close so that she would not think of stopping what I wanted. I pushed her down so that she lay on her stomach and pulled out of her. It was not the best angle but she helped it by putting her hand on her pussy from underneath lifting her ass. I grabbed one of her asscheeks in one hand and my dick in the other. I spread her asscheek to one side and moved closer guiding my dick to her rosebud asshole. I moved my grip closer to the head and put the tip of my dick on her asshole. I pushed forward a little with my hips but there was no give. I pushed the finger I had used to penetrate her assshole back inside and stroked her with it. I pulled it out and put the tip of my dick back on her asshole. I felt her ass begin to give when I pushed in. I held onto to myself just behind my dickhead and tried to force it inside of her protesting asshole. She grunted but did not say or do anything to stop me. She reached back with one hand and dug her nails into my leg when her asshole had to flower open for the widest part of my head. I was inside of her asshole but I was not willing to sit on my laurels yet. I changed the grip on my dick and started feeding more of myself into her ass. I had to stop and stroke myself to keep myself hard as it was excruciatingly slow going. I heard grunts as I forced myself into her inch by inch. I was mostly inside of her so I let go of my dick so that I could use both of my hands to spread her asscheeks as I forged forward. I changed the angle of my body so that I could get the last of myself inside by propping myself up with one arm just to the side of her head. I let myself rest my weight on her ass when my hips touched her asscheeks. I could feel her playing with herself so I waited for her to regain the pleasure my taking of her ass had pushed to the side. It was not long before she moaned a little and was pushing up against me as a small orgasm passed through her. I focused on the pressure surrounding my dick. Her pussy had been incredibly tight but Brittany's ass was so far beyond that I felt that if she clenched her ass my dick might be left inside her. I had been close when I started penetrating her ass and the slow going had gotten me closer. I knew I would not last beyond a few strokes. I brought my weight completely on top Brittany and wrapped an around her neck. She brought her lips to my forearm and played at biting me. It was all I needed from her to know I could finish. I pulled back about two inches and took them right back. Any lubrication on my dick had been absorbed by her ass so it was just as tight a going as the first time. Brittany brought her hands to her asscheeks and spread herself so I would have easier passage. It helped so that when I pulled back and tried to plunge back in I could do it with enough speed that I came closer to my orgasm. I thought it might hurt her, but I was too close to care. I pulled back and plunged in a couple of times as quickly as I could. She did grunt and let go of her asscheeks but I had done what was necessary. My cum flowed out of my dick like thick liquid through a needle. I hitched my hips into her ass a couple of times as my body forced my cum out. She relaxed underneath after the initial expansion of my size as my body prepared to spew. She kissed my forearm and pushed back with her ass. It was a slow orgasm as my body had to fight the pressure on my dick which usually worked to stop an orgasm. I lay on top of her afterwards and listened to our breathing. Finally, I whispered for her to stay there and pulled out of her. I walked into the bathroom and washed myself off in the sink. I grabbed two hand towels. I wet one down with hot water and soap; the other only got warm water. Brittany was watching me when I came out of the bathroom. I crawled on to the bed next to her and cleaned up the mess I had made. I dumped the towels next to the bed and lay down facing her. She reached over and started giving me light kisses. We fell asleep moments afterwards. I woke up to the twins knocking on the door telling us Rachel was going to get home soon. Brittany and I dressed quickly. We met the twins and their wild friend in the kitchen. Their wild friend, Stephanie, seemed very surprised at Brittany's look of having been extremely well fucked. Rachel arrived soon after and raised her eyebrow at the teenage tableu of innocence that she faced. 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