Chapter Six: Mark....

So while Charles and Mrs. Linda were winding up I was still in shock at what I had just gone through. My cock had rapidly deflated after my mother's sudden and forceful rejection, but now that I was reliving the series of events that led up to me having my penis in my mother's pussy, it was growing back to full hardness. The skin was still moist and sticky from her lubricating juices and I could actually see how far I had made it inside her.

Not even half my cock, just the first two and a half inches had penetrated my mother's pussy, and for only a fraction of a second. I didn't even know whether I was technically still a virgin or not. Not that it mattered, I could never tell anyone I sort of fucked my mother anyway. But the sensation of her slick, tight pussy had made a lasting imprint on my brain. I could still feel how smooth and hot she had been and how her muscles had embraced my shaft once I had pushed the bulbous head past her tight entrance. I longed to feel it again and could only imagine how incredible it would feel to be fully inside and slide in and out, truly fucking her and, oh god, flood her insides with sperm.

I wiped my finger through the gooey residue that coated the end of my penis. The juice was a bit like saliva, but thicker and more slippery. However, it was fast becoming less slick and more sticky as it was drying rapidly. More than ever, I wished I was limber enough to suck my own cock and be able to sample my mother's female juices. But after years of trying, I had reluctantly learned to live with the fact that I couldn't.

As I was studying the sticky coating, I heard mom shut the bathroom door and walk down the stairs. It reminded me that this whole adventure got started because I was going to take a shower before dinner, so I tucked my cock back in my shorts and nervously got back to the bathroom. I dreaded to return to the scene of the crime, but I really needed that shower. The light was off, but still I knocked and waited a full minute before I dared to enter. Even though I knew mom was in the kitchen downstairs, it was a relieve that there was no answer. I quickly took off my dirty gear and jumped under the shower. I soaped up my body and washed off the dried sweat and dust.As I washed my lower abdomen and then my steel hard cock, I realized that there was no way it was ever going to soften unless I released some of the excess pressure my balls first. My soapy hand was no comparison to my mother's velvety pussy, but it did the job. Literally within seconds, I was firing thick ropes of cum at the glass screen. Despite it being a much needed and incredibly satisfying orgasm, I knew one cum was not enough to keep my cock down. I kept pumping my fist until a second orgasm followed only minutes later.

The second time I came, my load was just as big and shot out with equal force as the first. My heart was pounding and my head was spinning, but my cock was at last deflating. I knew there was a lot more sperm left in my balls and I doubted if I would be able to keep my cock in its flaccid state for long when I had to face mom. Dinner was in less than ten minutes, so I had to take the risk. Besides, the water was beginning to cool and I had to get out the shower anyway. I quickly rinsed off the soap and shampoo, washed away all the incriminating globs of sperm that were oozing down the frosted glass and got out of the shower.

I quickly dried myself off and put on a fresh set of clothes. As I opened the hamper to drop in my sweat stained cycling outfit, I saw a red lace thong draped neatly on top of the dirty laundry. It was mom's used underwear and she had obviously laid it there for me to find. I picked it up and caressed the delicate piece of fabric. The narrow gusset was soaked with mom's slick juices. I rubbed my finger over the slippery fabric and inhaled my first whiff of pussy. I can't really say it smelled nice, but I liked it. My heart was pounding, and my cock was swelling again. The scent alone was making me feel delirious with lust and I had to jack off again.

The third time it took me a little longer to finish and, not surprisingly, I was late for dinner. My parents and sister had already started eating when I came down the stairs. I apologized and sat down next to my older sister, opposite our mother. I thought it would be difficult to face mom, but she was still behaving as if nothing had happened and tried to do the same. Lost for conversation, I started shoveling food in my mouth. My sister was chattering almost continuously, so my silence didn't attract any attention.

Of course, when I was sitting at the same table as my mother and had to look at that perfectly shaped body of hers, barely hidden inside her dress, another stubborn erection was inevitable. I had put on a pair of jeans that might be able to restrain and conceal any unwanted erections, but my cock and pants were struggling. I think I managed to keep my hardon hidden from my sister and father, but mom, she knew.

As soon as dinner was over, I excused myself and ran off to my room. My cock was so hard now, it was hurting like hell. I opened my fly and my cock almost burst free. I retrieved the red thong from under my pillow and deeply inhaled the aroma of the moist gusset. A few dozen strokes later, I was cumming into a tissue. I really had to fuck someone for real, and as soon as possible, or else I was likely to go insane from all the pent-up lust.

I went to bed early that night but couldn't get any sleep. The feel of my mother's soft pussy kissing and squeezing my cock was still too real, and for that matter, so was her hand on my face. Over and over I kept reliving the events, trying to make sense of it all. At some point, I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew was waking up from a dream. I remember that I was back in the bathroom with mom. We were both naked on the floor and she was on top of me, plunging that deliciously tight pussy up and down my cock. She was moaning and whimpering and kept telling me how much she loved to fuck her son's big hard cock.

Even though it was just a dream, it was prime evidence of how much I needed to feel my mother's pussy again. The only way for that to happen was to fuck her for real. For that, I needed help.

I couldn't ask my sister, to whom I usually turned whenever I had girl related questions. She could always tell when I was lying, and she would kill me once she found out what I wanted to do to our mother. My friends wouldn't be of much help either; they were as clueless about girls as I was. Still, they were my only choice. There was only one of my mates I trusted enough to ask for help. That friend was Chad.

I'd known Chad for almost my entire life. I knew most of his secrets and he knew most of mine. Even if he couldn't help me, it might be therapeutic to tell him my story. My plan was to stay as close to the truth as possible without revealing it was my mother who I sort of fucked.

The next day I managed to get to him alone and I related my story. I concocted a story about me sleeping over at a friend's house and having an accidental encounter with this friend's naked sister, who then lured me into her bedroom and spread her legs for me. In my story the sister then told me how much she loved to fuck and that I should try it with her. I told him that I got in bed with her and between her legs, but that when I pushed my cock inside her, she slapped me in the face and told me to get out of her room.

Chad's reaction was not quite what I expected.

"You'd better not be talking about MY sister" he hissed, his eyes flashing with anger and his body tensing up as if he was ready to punch me in the face.

'I'm in shit' I thought as I quickly reassured him, surprised by this unexpected burst of hostility. "No man, of course not. I can't say who it is, but she is older than me"

"I am older than you" he said, hinting at the fact that his twin sister would also be older than me.

"No, I mean like a LOT older"

He looked at me for a while, searching for evidence of me planning to get inside his sister's pants. There was a fierce anger burning in his eyes, but it faded quickly as he apparently found no sign of me wanting to defile his sister.

"Okay then. Because if you were, I'd have to kill you"

"Yeah right"

Again, I saw a flash of anger in his eyes. For a moment I feared he wasn't joking and might actually hurt me.

"I swear. Honestly, it's not her. Relax"

"Okay."

"Right"

He sat down and sipped from his glass of coke. He was thinking for a moment, mulling over the story I told him.

"So, this girl came to you naked and just asked you for sex?" he asked matter-of-factly. If he had any doubts about the truthfulness of my account, he didn't show it.

"Not exactly, I walked in on her. Accidentally"

"Naked?"

"She, not me"

"And then she asked you to fuck her?"

"I couldn't believe it either."

"So, did you?"

"Of course. Didn't get far though"

"Because that's when she slapped you?"

"Yes. Quite hard too"

"Wimp"

I punched him in the shoulder. A little too hard, but he deserved it.

"Chill, dude, just kidding! Anyway, do you want to know what you did wrong?"

I sat down again and waited for him to enlighten me.

"Do you remember my dad's magazines?"

Of course, I remembered them. We were mere boys when Chad discovered his father's hidden collection of erotic magazines. A three feet high pile of the finest smut ever created before the invention the internet. Not only were there lots of old playboys, but also European magazines that showed absolutely every detail of the female body and all the nastiest kinds of sex imaginable. Over the years, my friend had made a small fortune lending the dirty mags to our mates in school, but I could borrow them all for free. I studied them all, multiple times. It was great jack-off material, but I just couldn't fathom how a stack of dirty magazines was going to help me get into my mother's panties.

"Yeah, why?"

"Haven't you learned anything from the letters and articles?"

"To be honest, I never really paid much attention to any of the... eh... articles"

"That's exactly what I mean. In case you hadn't noticed, girls are more than tits and pussy."

"I know that! I'm not an idiot"

"You have to chat them up first, you know, get them horny"

"Believe me, she was horny. Dripping wet pussy, hard nipples, everything. She was horny."

"Okay, but did you kiss her?"

"No" I said. It hadn't even occurred to me to do that.

"Did you feel her up? Touch her or play with her boobs?"

"No..." I repeated a little insecure.

"Did you kiss her pussy or make her cum?"

"...no..." I whispered, beginning to feel like an idiot.

"You didn't even finger her?"

I shook my head, reluctant to admit I hadn't done that either.

"Are you beginning to see a pattern here?"

I nodded sheepishly.

"So, you practically raped this girl and you think it's strange you got slapped in the face?"

"It... It wasn't like that..." I stammered "She really wanted it"

"That's what all rapists say" he joked.

I punched him again and he conceded, laughing.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" he asked after a minute.

"I guess"

"Remember to do those things first. Don't try to fuck her like an oversexed virgin"

"Who are you calling an oversexed virgin?" I scowled.

"Will you see her again?"

"Of cou... eh... I mean yes, I think so"

"If you get another chance, remember to do all those things and you'll get to fuck her for sure."

"For sure?"

"If there's any truth in all those magazines, it'll work. I promise"Two days later, I had another chance. It was a Saturday afternoon and mom had just returned from playing tennis with her friends. Like the first time, my dad and sister were out, and mom was in the bathroom. I knew she had been in there for over half an hour now. For the last five minutes I had been pacing back and forth in front of the door, gathering the courage to push it open. The words of my friend resonated in my mind, but every time I had myself almost convinced, I felt mom's hand slapping my face, and my resolve to enter the bathroom waned. Finally, I decided to go ahead, took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

"Well, that took you long enough" mom said, looking up.

She was sitting on the rim of the tub, just like last time, and like before, she had one foot raised in front of her and the other on the floor, her beautiful pussy once more completely exposed. The only difference this time was that, instead of lacquering her toenails, she now was shaving her long legs. Also, there was no towel hiding those gorgeous firm breasts.

"Huh?" I asked eloquently.

"I was expecting you."

I guess my return was a bit predictable, inevitable even. Offer a virgin teenaged boy the faintest possibility of sex, and he's bound to grab that chance with both hands.

Her forwardness was intimidating, and I almost regretted opening that door.

"Please, if you want to come inside... close the door. You do want to... come... inside, don't you?"