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; ; She dashed across a featureless plain, too scared to glance back at that ; which chased her, knowing only it was behind her, and growing closer. ; Kerri could feel it, could sense its presence drawing near, could almost ; smell its... perfume?
; ; Yes, perfume. Heady, sweet, it made her head spin, made her feet ; falter. Hot breath left moisture on the back of her neck. From the corner ; of her eye, Kerri caught a glimpse of the hunter, a fleeting impression of ; darkness and shapely curves. Sharp nails traced their way down her ; shivering spine, then pushed her off balance once and for all.
; ; On the bed, the red-maned mother flipped over onto her stomach grunting ; as though thrown. Her flannel nightgown was rucked up high on her thighs, ; glowing ivory in the pale moonlight.
; ; In the dream, a weight pressed down on top of her back, warm and soft ; and commanding. Hot, wet kisses rained down on her neck and shoulders, ; while swift fingers found their way to her left buttock, caressing and ; kneading and working their way ever inward. The perfume filled her head ; now, buzzing her brain, sending a tingly thrill throughout her body. The ; idea that her pursuer was a woman never once felt odd to her; this was a ; dream, after all, and she had occasionally dreamt of lesbian encounters ; before.
; ; "You taste good, sweetheart," a luxuriously feminine voice said next to ; her ear, just after a soft tongue lapped at it. "But I bet that little ; cunt of yours tastes sooo much better... are you getting all juicy for me, ; darling? All hot and wet? Is your pussy all slick and slippery, dripping ; with yummy juice just for me?" The questig fingers dropped from her thigh ; to attack the entrance of her vagina, which was, indeed, sloppy with ; arousal. Not that she'd ever get this aroused this quickly in the real ; world, but it was a dream, after all.
; ; She groaned quietly, pushing the soft, saturated lips of her pussy ; against the fingers that had split her peach for the first time in years. ; The weight pinning her body to the ground lessened just enough for Kerri to ; draw her knees up, pushing her ass into the warm, feminine body above her, ; shoving those questing digits even deeper into her inviting cunt.
; ; On the bed, head pushed into the pillows, bare ass presented to any who ; could see, pussy weeping fragrant liquid down her thighs, Kerri looked like ; an invitation to fuck. The demure school teacher was presenting herself to ; her dream lover, asking to be taken, though the only sounds she made were ; incoherent mews of pleasure.
; ; "Yessss..." the creature above her hissed. "You love this, don't you? ; Love the way you feel when I'm inside you, deep inside you..."
; ; "Oh Gaaaawd, yes!" Kerri agreed as the fingers in her pussy began to ; thrust in and out of her slick hole while another digit tickled her clitty.
; ; "Do you want me inside you forever?" The fingers vanished from her cunt, ; leaving the teacher empty and wanting. "Do you want me to be in here" ; something, thicker than a finger, poked at the entrance of Kerri's vagina ; "for the rest of your days?"
; ; "Yes! Fuck, yes!" Kerri shouted, not caring what she was agreeing to, ; just needing to be filled again, to be fucked again.
; ; In his bed, Jay awoke, hearing shouts from his mother's room. Worried, ; the sixteen-year-old swung his legs out and onto the floor, kicking a ; discarded Maxim out of the way. Padding down the hall towards the source ; of the noises, it occured to him that they didn't sound like cries of ; distress.
; ; "Yes! Fuck! Fuck me! Oh, Gaaawd, YES!" Kerri felt something push past ; her swollen labia and plow deeply into her waiting cunt. Long-nailed ; fingers clutched her ass, but she didn't care about the pain as the invader ; in her pussy plunged ever further, far up into the core of her body, or so ; it felt, then out again, in a long, slow stroke. Something slid right past ; her g-spot, touching it briefly, too, too, briefly in passing, and she gave ; a sharp cry of pleasure as her body convulsed.
; ; Jay rapped softly at his mom's door. "Are you all right in there?" But, ; lost in her own world, Kerri heard only the words of the creature so ; deliciously fucking her cunt.
; ; "Scream, my little whore," it growled, ramming its appendage home once ; more. "This," another long, slow stroke, puncuated by Kerri's animal moan, ; "is mine, all mine. Just... like... you!" Hot flesh slapped together in ; the dream.
; ; Jay tried the knob. It wasn't locked. Slowly, he turned the knob.
; ; "Are you ready for me to take you, Kerri?" The creature asked, switching ; gears to short, sharp strokes. Something inside her pussy pressed hard ; against that oh-so-famous bundle of nerve endings on the upper wall of her ; pussy, and she jerked wildly beneath this thing that felt female, but ; somehow fucked like a stud bull.
; ; "Oh, FUCK, yes! Anything! Fuck me! Take me! Anything you want, just ; do it now!" Chuckling, the creature complied, pounding Kerri's pussy at an ; inhuman pace, somehow rubbing her G-spot at the same time, bringing her ; quickly to the brink of orgasm, and crashing over it, the teacher's words ; lost in a scream of pleasure as she felt the pure, awful, lust wash over ; her body, her cunt on fire, filled with darkness, feeling it drive deeper, ; deeper, to the very core of her being.
; ; Gasping for air, sweat dripping from her brow, Kerri suddenly noticed ; that the thing was gone. Looking up, she found herself back on her bed, in ; a very awkward position. Luckily, there was nobody to see, as she quickly ; re-arranged herself, pulling the nightdress back down over her thighs, and ; grabbing the bedsheets. Just a dream.
; ; But what a dream. Her hand wandered down between her thighs, which were ; sticky with cunt-cream. Drifting off into sleep, searching for a second ; encounter, she noticed that her door was open, and vaguely wondered how ; that had happened, but was soon amid more mundane dreams...
; ; Jay, on the other hand, sat on the edge of his bed, unable to wipe the ; image of his mom on all fours, bare ass pointed straight at him, writhing ; and screaming in obvious ecstasy, from his mind. He was also unable to get ; the healthy erection tenting his pyjama pants to go down for a while.
; ; Morning, like a virgin, came all too soon.
; ; Cracking sleep-leaden eyes, Jay slammed the snooze button on his clock, ; shutting up some fucking "morning personality" with more perk than brains. ; Rolling over, he tried to find his way into ten more minutes of oblivion, ; when he heard his name being called.
; ; "Fuck fuck fuck fuck," he muttered, rolling out of bed, recalling the ; events of the night before. Some blood rushed to his groin, and his cock, ; swinging loose inside the pyjama pants, got just fat enough to make walking ; uncomfortable.
; ; Pushing his mom's door open, the "whaaa-aaat," on his lips died without ; a sound.
; ; She was standing with her back to him, looking at herself in the mirror ; as though she could hardly stand to tear herself away from what she saw ; there. Long, lazy curls of hair that seemed brighter and redder than ever ; before were piled high on top of her head in the most artfully dishevelled ; way. Her blue eyes burned hot in their reflected image, and her lips were ; glossy, crimson, and parted as if expecting a kiss... or a cock.
; ; A lacy black bra scalloped with creamy silk pushed his mom's delectable ; tits upwards, smooth globes heaving slightly with each breath. Jay almost ; thought he could see a hint of dusky pink nipple along the top of one cup, ; but, frozen in place by the vision before him, he couldn't get any closer ; to make sure. She was drawing circles around one clearly erect nub with a ; long fingernail, before allowing her hand to drop. His eyes followed it ; down, tracing a blistering trail down the smooth, muscular expanse of her ; back, to the curling black tattoo of a devil's tail that ran down from the ; top of her tailbone into the matching silk panties. Only the keyhole at ; the back that revealed the beginnings of that crevice between the pouting, ; firm ass that was oozing out of the lingerie, allowed him to see the point ; at the end of the tail.
; ; His mom looked like a goddess, radiating lust and sex from every pore. ; Subtle muscles in her long, sleek legs rippled as she shifted her weight ; slightly, and between her legs he could see the peach of her pussy, wrapped ; in black silk, drawing his attention, calling out to him...
; ; "Jay?" He blinked when she said his name, making him suddenly aware of ; the powerful erection in his pants, and who was causing it. A moment's ; distraction, to be sure, but in that fraction of a second, the vision of ; sex before his eyes was suddenly his very mundane mom, wrapped in her ; greying terrycloth robe, aging slippers on her feet, looking like death ; warmed over.
; ; "Are you alright, honey?" Kerri asked, seeing him come up from his daze.
; ; "Uh, yeah. Just, um, monday, I guess." His words faltered. "Did you ; want something?" His cheeks burned hot as his rapidly deflating cock bobbed ; just underneath the plaid cotton of his pants.
; ; "I'm sick as a dog this morning, so I won't be going to work... you'll ; have to take me here, like a fucking slut, okay?" She asked in a steady, ; regular tone.
; ; "What!" Was Jay's shocked reply, though his dick began to salute again.
; ; "I said you'll have to take the bus to school. Are you sure you're ; okay?" Her brow furrowed in concern. "Do you want mommy to suck your ; cock?"
; ; "I'm sorry?" He shook his head. What the fuck was going on?
; ; "Do you want me to take your temperature, Jay?" She asked, as if she ; just hadn't offered him oral sex. Walking up to him, she pressed a warm ; palm against his forehead. "You feel fine to me. Just take the bus, ; honey. I'll see you after school." With that, she walked back to her bed, ; shedding her robe on the way, revealing the flannel nightgown she had been ; almost wearing the night before.
; ; "Uh, y-yeah. Later, mom!" Jay stumbled back out of the room, feet ; tripping over one another to get out as fast as possible, confused, ; aroused, and as embarassed as he'd ever been in his life.
; ; Kerri, on the other hand, simply flopped back into bed, her limbs ; suffused with dull pain. Her skin felt tight and stretched, especially her ; buttocks and her tits, while her eyes burned as if she hadn't slept in a ; week. In fact, the only part of her body that wasn't in pain was her ; crotch, which tingled in a way that almost made her forget the rest.
; ; As soon as she had crawled between the sheets, one of Kerri's hands ; snaked its way down her body, rucking the hem of the nightgown high. ; Ignoring the ache in her hands, she began stroking the outer lips of her ; cunt, sending rills of pleasure through her body. Vague memories of last ; night began to filter through her mind as the already moist cleft between ; her thighs got wetter, driving away thoughts of pain in her joints, the ; swollen, tight feeling in her bust and rear end, and the strange burning ; feeling just below her tailbone.
; ; Spreading her juicy labia wide, Kerri began stroking her swollen ; clitoris, enjoying the haze of sex that was settling over her mind, ; remembering the sensation of being fucked, taken, invaded...
; ; ... replaced.
; ;
; ; Drawing her hand up out from underneath the sheets, she noticed the ; heady aroma of sex in the air... sweet, musky, alluring. Bringing her ; glistening fingers upwards, the aroma became stronger, more compelling. ; Tentatively, Kerri lapped at her own index finger, pink tongue flicking out ; like a cat's. Then again. And again. Soon, both her index and middle ; fingers were well-within her mouth as she sucked every last iota of sweet ; cunt-cream from them.
; ; "Yum!" She thought. "Pussy tastes goo-ood. Well, mine does, anyway." ; Pulling her fingers out with an audible pop! she proceeded to give each a ; long, loving slurp from top to bottom before noticing that they looked much ; more youthful than before, and certainly better than a pair of fingers that ; had spent so much time in the wetness of her cunt. The skin looked taut ; and smooth; hell, that scar on her ring finger from when she tore her ; wedding ring off before hurling it at her good-for-nothing ex had vanished!
; ; Curious, Kerri swung herself out of bed. Her limbs moved with a kind of ; catlike grace, each movement liquid, deliberate. She felt powerful, ; predatory, and stalked across the room, walking naturally on her toes, not ; making a noise.
; ; Approaching the mirror, she found herself almost at a loss to recognize ; the face staring back at her. The features were still recognizeably ; Kerri's, but her eyes shone with blue heat, and her lips looked as if they ; had recieved a subtle collagen enhancement - just that little bit plumper ; that she'd always wanted, perfectly pink pillows for kissing, or wrapping ; around a throbbing cock. The kind of lips that would give any dick a wet, ; cushioned ride. The kind of lips that begged to be painted in semen. Her ; skin glowed golden, free of imperfection. Though the ravages of time had ; been erased, one could still tell that here stood a mature woman; an ; experienced sex- goddess. If her eyes were blue flame, then her curly mane ; was the full campfire spectrum, from crimson all the way to gold.
; ; On a sudden impulse, the school teacher and mother pulled the flannels ; up and over her head. The revelation of her body elicited an audible gasp ; from Kerri's new cocksucker mouth.
; ; Not even in the rosiest blush of youth had she ever looked so... so... ; so fuckably delicious. Her body was the image of toned female flesh, taut, ; firm, and silky smooth to the touch, and touch she did, running her hands ; over her torso in fascination. She cupped her breasts, perfect handfuls of ; titflesh, riding high on her chest; rosy nipples, with dollar-sized ; aureolae stiffened at the first touch of her fingertips, and sent a ; delicious shiver through her body. Kerri played with her tits for a while, ; almost entranced by the sounds of pleasure which burst forth from her own ; lips and the sight of her own body. The subtle muscles in her abdomen ; rippled with each gasp, and the juices from her pussy flowed freely from ; between hairless labia, down, down, down over long, firm thighs, the curve ; of her calves, to pool between her suckable little toes.
; ; Kerri had never cum from having her tits played with, but she was well ; on her way to orgasm now. Which is why when she stopped, it came as a ; complete surprise; it was as if some voice, some deep, dark, sexy voice ; from the bottom of her soul had shouted up to her to save it, to wait, to ; simmer until the time was right.
; ; "I've got more important things to do today, anyway," she said to ; herself, recovering quickly. "It's only eleven. I can get back to work ; before the lunch period is over, save half a sick-day for when I really ; need it."
; ; She sauntered off to the shower, muscular ass cutting figure-eights ; through the air, never seeing the tattoo that had appeared just below her ; tailbone. The pointed tail curved down between her buttocks, an invitation ; to any and all who were lucky enough to see.
; ; Coming back from lunch, room 215 was in a state of genial chaos. The ; lads of Ms. Strauss' Fourth Period English class had already heard that ; their teacher was out today, and were looking forward to the opportunity to ; torture a substitute for the hour. After all, a bunch of pubescent ; 14-year-olds in an all-boys school had a lot of energy to burn off.
; ; St. Chrysosome's was one of the last single-sex schools in the region, ; and they were all painfully aware of the lack of female presence in their ; lives, except for a few teachers, most of whom were beyond ancient, insofar ; as the adolescent mind was concerned. Ms. Strauss was one of the "new ; guard" at the school, which meant that she could count the number of ; decades that her life spanned on one hand without having to use her thumb. ; As such, she was already the object of several confused sexual fantasies of ; her students; most of them, who knew sex only in a purely theoretical form, ; knew that they wanted to do *something* with the still-pretty red-head, but ; couldn't quite figure out what. Of course, some of them, a touch more ; advanced in education than the rest (thanks in no small part to the ; internet and lax parenting), had a few fairly specific fantasies.
; ; They were throwing around one of Leon Kolodny's gym shoes like a ; football, playing keep-away while the smaller boy danced from one boy to ; another, begging them to give it up; they almost didn't even notice when ; the classroom door opened. Almost.
; ; A wave of silence spread from the open door all the way back to the ; corner where a knot of lads had Leon leaping for his shoe like a dog after ; a sausage.
; ; "Afternoon, boys," Kerri said, coming in. Her generous lips were curved ; in a wicked smile at the surprise registering on the young faces before ; her.
; ; Her suit was an old one, but it looked like new, wrapped lovingly around ; her curves. It was light blue, of a fabric that swished as the flared hem ; of the skirt floated just above her knees; Kerri was giving the lads brief ; glimpses of her thighs as she walked in a deliberate, hip-swinging motion, ; placing one high-heeled foot directly in front of the other, striding with ; the confidence of a runway model.
; ; There was an odour in the air that tasted delicious to her; it was ; fresh, it was light, it was a touch musky. It smelled like innocence, an ; entire room full of innocence, just waiting to be devoured.
; ; Devoured? The new thought caused her a moment of concern, though it ; didn't show as she strutted towards her desk, allowing her boys to get a ; look at the luscious globes of her ass tightly gripped by her skirt, the ; smooth lines unmarred by any evidence of panties.
; ; Why would she want to devour anything? To consume their innocence? To ; take these fresh-faced boys, and corrupt them beyond recognition? To take ; Arnold over there, the soccer player, and fulfill his fantasy of having one ; or several fingers shoved up his ass while he fucked his homeroom teacher? ; To drink deep of his untainted soul?
; ; *Because they're delicious, * a voice, her voice, said from somewhere ; dark in her mind. *Because they're there.*
; ; "C'mon, guys, sit down." Kerri said, ignoring this directive. She had ; their attention, she had their adolescent cocks at attention, it was time ; to start class.
; ; Leon sat there, spellbound like the others, watching Ms. Strauss' every ; move, trying not to touch the powerful erection in his uniform slacks. She ; hoopped up onto the desk, and every (straight) male in the class held his ; breath as she crossed her legs, all eyes searching between her smooth ; thighs for a flash of panty. Leon thought he saw a hint of white, but ; couldn't be sure.
; ; "Now, last day we started talking about Hamlet," she said, picking the ; play up from her desk.
; ; "Okay. So, we went over the plot last day, and we all know that it ; takes Hamlet forever to actually get around to doing what his Father's ; Ghost asks him to. Right?" A sea of rapt faces stared back at Kerri, ; though none of them were paying much mind to what she was saying. ; Underneath her little blue skirt, moisture was beginning to leak into the ; lacy white panties that barely covered her pouty pussy lips. She slowly ; crossed her legs again, and watched with glee as every set of eyes in the ; room glazed over, mesmerised by the sight of her firm, golden thighs, and ; the glowing patch of white nestled in between. At least two boys had ; secreted their hands under their desks, and were not so subtly working on ; their cocks. The powerful aura of teenaged sexuality filled the room, and ; to her sharp, new eyes, Kerri could almost see what was going on in their ; horny little minds, could almost touch them, maybe even shape them...
; ; Leon readjusted his dick again, giving it a little squeeze as he did, ; unable to resist the urge. Ms. Strauss was talking, but he was just ; barely registering what she was saying, more interested in the way her legs ; moved, or the way her breasts pushed insistently at her jacket, spreading ; the lapels wide.
; ; "... dipus Complex," she said, unbuttoning the suit once, then again. ; The jacket sprung open, revealing the satiny white camisole she was wearing ; underneath. The fabric moved fluidly over her breasts as she breathed, and ; Ms. Strauss' nipples quickly became evident, sans any evidence of a bra. ; "Which means, whatever Hamlet says he wants to do, what he really wants is ; to fuck his mom, now that his dad's out of the way."
; ; She uncrossed her legs, and hopped off the desk. Her braless tits ; jiggled, almost making Leon forget what she had just said. Had he heard ; right? Had his English teacher actually used the word fuck? More ; importantly, had she really said that Hamlet wanted to"Do his mom, like all ; dirty little boys." Ms. Strauss shrugged her jacket off, walking around ; the desk. Long, graceful arms led to smooth shoulders, and the lines of ; her back were fit, but not muscular. She hung the garment on the back of ; her chair, and kept walking, the sound of her heels striking the hard floor ; echoing loudly in the otherwise silent classroom. Unless you counted the ; heavy breathing, that is.
; ; Coming back around to the front of her desk, the shapely teacher planted ; her hands on her hips. "All you get to see is him bitch and moan about how ; useless he is. What you don't see is him beating his cock raw every night, ; thinking about Gertrude." Ms. Strauss ran a hand through her thick red ; tresses, scattering them about her shoulders in thick, looping curls.
; ; "He's too scared to do anything about it, though. Typical." She smiled, ; and it was a temptress' smile, the knowing smile of sin. "Hamlet wants her ; to come to him," she reached around behind her hips, and a zipper quietly ; hissed. Suddenly, the blue mini flounced to the ground, leaving her ; standing there in her tight camisole and a pair of white, string bikinis.
; ; "That way, she'll be the one seducing, the one too tempted to resist, ; and he'll be free and clear of guilt." She began walking towards Leon, her ; eyes staring straight into his, riveting him.
; ; "Oh, sonnnn..." she cooed. "Won't you come lie with me, Hamlet?" Ms. ; Strauss was speaking directly to Leon, now. "Don't you want to come to bed ; with mommy? Don't you want to cum in bed with mommy? You know you want ; to, don't you? You know you can't resist it... can't help yourself." He ; blinked, and now she was his mother, his mommy, revitalised, renewed, ; reshaped into a sex goddess. "Touch me, son, feel me..." softly, she took ; his hand and placed it over her breast. She towered over him, radiating ; sex and power, her soft mammary filling his small hand, the hard nipple ; drilling into his palm. "That's right, Leon. You know you want this..." ; Leaning down, her hand slipped over his abdomen, into his pants, where a ; stiff young cock awaited.
; ; "Fuck my hand, Leon. Fuck it like you would my pussy, like mommy's ; cunt, baby." He began to hump her grasping, fondling hand with a ; desperation and a speed that only a frustrated teenager could have. "Fuck ; mommy's hand, baby, fuck it like you would pound my little cunny, pump ; mommy full of your sweet juice, Leon." Her voice was soft and sweet and ; curled up inside his brain like a horny pink haze.
; ; Her fingers played with his bloated nut sack as he ground his cock into ; her palm, and the teenaged cum inside them boiled. "Fuck it, baby. Fuck ; mommy, fuck mommy, fuck Mommy. Cum all over me, let me see your sweet ; juice, my baby. Cum for me, cum for mommy!" Her words, whispered but ; insistent, pregnant with lust and need, sent Leon teetering towards the ; edge. "Remember this, honey. Remember how good it feels to fuck mommy..." ; All he could do was whine in response, needing his release as only a ; fourteen year old can.
; ; "LEON!" The shout cut through all else, and he found himself sitting ; alone in the classroom, Ms. Strauss sitting on her desk, fully clothed, ; legs crossed. Outside, the hallway was brimming with other boys, going to ; their next class. He blushed right up to his ears, removed his hand from ; his pants as subtly as he could, and ran from the room as fast as he could, ; not even sparing a look at his teacher, never seeing the knowing grin on ; her face.
; ; "Such sweet dreams," Kerri whispered to herself, tasting the sweetness ; of corrupted innocence. The her lower back tingled pleasantly, sending ; tendrils of pleasure straight to her cunt, which by now had leaked all over ; the bottom of her skirt. The room was full of the scent of pussy, and it ; smelled good.
; ; Leon sure had a surprise waiting for him when he got home.
; ; But then, they all did.
; ; She giggled, and hopped off the desk, smiling at the damp spot on the ; wood. Kerri ran a finger through the wetness. She was licking it off when ; the next class started to file in.
; ; Oh boy.
; ;
; ; "Dude!" Two morons occupied the next locker over.
; ; "What?"
; ; "There's some seriously hot bitch subbing for Missus Strauss."
; ; Then they started talking about her tits, which were "smokin'," which ; then descended into a conversation about the girls from the other private ; school across town that they pretended to have "banged."
; ; Fucking idiots.
; ; Still, it didn't prevent him from wandering near his mom's classroom. ; Just to have a look. The usual roster of substitutes who visited St. ; Chrysosome didn't include any "hot bitches," so it wouldn't hurt to have a ; look at some new blood, would it?
; ; The door to his mother's classroom was wide open, and there were still a ; few stragglers from her homeroom class spilling out, most of them looking ; pretty flushed.
; ; Jay poked his head in the door. A delicious pair of ass-cheeks, covered ; only in a gauzy blue skirt that moulded itself tightly to the curves ; filling them, presented themselves to his gaze. A pair of endless, tanned ; legs extended from the brief skirt, and Jay's eyes travelled inexorably ; downwards, following them over firm thighs and curvy calves, to her perfect ; little feet, one of them rising in and out of the clear plastic mule she ; wore. His cock rose powerfully in his pants, and he was filled with the ; urge to jam his dick underneath that soft little sole, to rub his weeping ; cockhead against the smooth skin of her thighs, to take hold of her hips ; and stuff her full of his throbbing meat.
; ; As his gaze rose up over the curves of her buttocks, he noticed that her ; hair, loosely trailing down her back as she bent over to write something on ; the desk, was a hauntingly familiar spectrum of reds. The image he'd seen ; of his mother, standing before her mirror, earlier that morning came ; roaring back into his brain and he immediately blushed.
; ; "Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to say ; something?"
; ; "Mom!?"
; ; The face that rose over her shoulder to leer mischeviously at him was ; still recognizable as his mother's, but it was if some sculptor's hand had ; smoothed away all the ravages of time, and left behind a pair of smoldering ; blue eyes and a set of plush lips that cried out to kiss a sticky cock...
; ; Kerri stood, her ass subtly grinding against itself as she did, and ; turned to face her son. Her jacket was unbuttoned, and the lapels hung ; wide open; Jay's eyes immediately fell upon the fulsom bosom jiggling ; unsupported underneath the thin silk of the camisole she wore underneat her ; suit.
; ; "I thought... I-I mean, you were... and now you're..." Jay seemed to ; be having trouble tearing his gaze from the nipples saucily pointing in his ; direction. Obligingly, Kerri hopped back up onto the desk, crossing her ; legs in order to give him something else to look at, namely her creamy ; thighs.
; ; Dangling a sandal from the tips of her pretty little toes, Kerri said, ; "I know. I was sick this morning, but I felt better by lunchtime, so I ; came in." She noticed his eyes wander down that way, following the motion ; of her legs, licking his lips in spite of himself.
; ; Kerri could feel the sexual heat emanating from her son. The aura of ; lust surrounding him was the strongest she'd felt yet today, and to her it ; tasted better than peaches and cream.
; ; "Anyway, now that I'm here, do you want me to take you?" Jay watched as ; his mother smiled salaciously, and chewed on a french-tipped fingernail. ; He was still waiting for her to finish the sentence with the word, "home," ; when she popped her finger in between those plush, pink lips. Jay's mom ; closed her eyes, and purred as though savouring some sweet treat. The tip ; of his cock, pushing insistently against the button holding his uniform ; pants closed, pulsed with blood, and leaked enough precum into the denim of ; his pants that a wet spot appeared.
; ; "Mmmmmmmmm..." his mother moaned softly, as she drew her finger out of ; her mouth again. A long, white streamer of liquid followed. Jay goggled, ; knowing that it was too thick to be spit; it hung for a moment, suspended ; between her fingertip and her pursed lips, then snapped, flying back onto ; her chin, a pearlescent string that began to ooze its way down her face, ; towards her neck.
; ; His mother, his once-ordinary mother, ran her sticky finger over her ; lips, and as she did, they were coated with a thick glaze of goo. Smacking ; her lips loudly, tiny rivulets of the stuff burst forth from the corners of ; her mouth, dripping inexorably downwards. She opened her eyes again, and ; fixed her son with a hot blue gaze that sent his heart pounding in his ; chest, but froze his spine.
; ; Kerri blinked once, twice, three times, and suddenly her eyes were ; weeping slime; the stuff had a powerful, musky odor, one Jay was well ; acquainted with from his midnight adventures with Rosie Palm. Soon, her ; face was a network of dribbling lines of spunk, crawling inexorably ; downwards, glazing her features in a seminal frosting.
; ; "What's wrong baby?" She asked, pouting. With each word, more sperm ; burbled out from her lips. "Don't you like mommy's new facial cream? I ; call it 'creme de mon fils,' and I just _love_ the way it feels on my skin, ; on my lips, in my _mouth_." She licked her lips hungrily, and shrugged off ; her jacket; her firm tits bobbed enticingly beneath their thin silk ; camisole. "It's _sooooo_ hot on mommy's skin, Jay. I can feel it burning, ; all the way down," throwing her head back, Kerri ran her hands down from ; her dripping chin and over her neck, to grab hold of her tits, leaving ; thick gobbets of man-goo behind her. She squeezed those succulent ; mammaries tightly, and gasped with pleasure. The silk simply melted away ; beneath her hands, and the remains of the camisole fluttered to the floor, ; a damp cumrag. Her fingers worked freely over the slick skin of her tits, ; jiggling them, wringing her nipples, building up a white froth between her ; digits, and somehow producing even more boy-milk to crawl down her abdomen.
; ; "Oh, fuck! Jay, 'creme de mon fils,' feels sooooo nice on mommy's tits. ; You will give her some for her birthday, won't you?" She fixed him with ; that hot blue gaze again. "But do you know where it feels best?" His mom ; grinned, then gasped, threw her head back and screamed with ecstasy. A ; thick slug of semen emerged from the hem of her skirt, traversing the firm ; flesh of her thigh.
; ; "Oh, God, YES!" She screamed. "Give it to mommy, Jay! Give your mother ; all the cream she needs!" More spunk gushed from between her thighs, and ; splattered on the floor, sprinkling her toes with goo. "Give it to me! ; Right up my cunt! You will, won't you, Jay?" Kerri stared into his eyes.
; ; "Well?" She asked.
; ; Jay blinked. He could feel the wetness in his trousers, and the immense ; erection that strained his zipper, but that was the only evidence of the ; erotically charged scene seared into his memory. His mother, the sex bomb, ; looked at him expectantly.
; ; "Are you going home with me, or not?" As she spoke, a hint of white ; appeared at the corner of her mouth.
; ; Jay's eyebrows shot up. "Ah, no! I mean, that is, um, I wanted to, uh, ; take the bus. Okay? See you later. Okay?" And he bolted, not hearing the ; throaty chuckle that followed him out of the room.
; ; * * *
; ; When Leon arrived home that afternoon, his erection led the way. All ; afternoon, he hadn't been able to wipe the image of his own mother, Julia, ; her hand wrapped around his cock, ordering him to cum for "mommy."
; ; Dazed and horny, he dropped his bookbag in the hall, and stumbled ; towards his bedroom.
; ; "Cum for mommy, cum for mommy!" The vision in his head screamed, and ; Leon could only watch helplessly as her tits bobbed in front of his face.
; ; Rubbing the bulge in his pants furiously, his wandering feet took him, ; not to his own room, but to his parents' bedroom.
; ; "Hiya, sweetie. Watcha doin'?" Leon snapped out of his reverie.
; ; On the bed lay Julia Kolodny. Or was it? The figure on the bed had the ; same long, slender legs that his mom liked to show off in mini skirts and ; shorts, had the same mischevious glint in her green eyes, and that mane of ; straight, black hair. But unlike the mother that had dropped him off at ; school this morning, this Julia had curves, hips and tits that filled out ; the filmy black nightie she wore, and a sinfully wicked pair of lush, ; kissable lips. This Julia also had a tattoo of an inverted pentagram on ; the inside of her left thigh, Leon noted as she writhed around on the bed ; and said...
; ; "...What's wrong, baby?" It was all Keenan could do to keep his mouth ; from dropping open at the sight of his mother's chocolate ass, oozing its ; way out of the tiny denim skirt she was wearing.
; ; She bent over the kitchen counter a little further, raising the hem of ; her skirt even higher. He searched desperately for something to say, and ; came up with...
; ; "...nothing, mom." Arnold stammered, tearing his eyes away from the dark ; crevice between Karen's slick, wet thighs. His cock pulsed in his pants, ; and he tried to focus his attention on the toilet.
; ; Karen reached out from the shower, and touched his shoulder. "Won't you ; wash my back, sweetie?"
; ; "What?" Asok said, not really believing his ears.
; ; "I just want you to put some suntan lotion on my back, son." Prati ; rolled over onto her stomach, and her big tits tried their mightiest to ; pour forth from the cups of the tiny silver bikini she was wearing. She ; smiled at him with slick, glossy lips, and said...
; ; "It's not like I want your soul, or anything." Lucia slid her coppertone ; foot out from the white pump, and laid it in Miguel's lap, her perfect toes ; rubbing the head of his cock underneath his uniform pants as she pretended ; to stretch her tasty little peds.
; ; Her other foot came round, and presented itself before his face. Her ; toes wiggled, and Miguel began to salivate.
; ; "My feet hurt soooo much. Could you..."
; ; "...kiss it and make it better?" Julia grinned. "Is that what you want? ; For mommy to kiss you where it hurts?" She beckoned Leon over to the ; bedside, as she sat up.
; ; He, feeling as though he were moving through a dream, obliged her, and ; stumbled towards his mother. Her eyes raked his small form hungrily.
; ; "Now then, sweetheart, why don't you tell mommy..."
; ; "...why you can't take your eyes off my booty," Keenan's mom, Keisha, ; teased.
; ; Keenan blushed, as his mom laughed throatily, and wiggled her ass for ; him. Those big, perfectly round cheeks slid even further out of her skirt ; as she did, and he could see no panties cleaving the deep cleavage of her ; cheeks.
; ; "Do you like the way your momma's butt looks, now, baby? You know you ; have to..."
; ; "...open your eyes if you're going to wash me, Arnold." Groaning with ; frustration, he reluctantly opened his eyes, but kept them firmly on the ; cieling. The hot water pelted his back as he reached out, soap in hand.
; ; His fingers made contact with firm, slick flesh. A hard nubbin drilled ; into his palm.
; ; "That's not my back, sweetheart," Karen admonished gently. Gulping, he ; looked...
; ; ...stared, really, at the smooth, brown skin beneath his hands. Where ; was the fleshy, conservative mom he'd left this morning? His powerful ; erection tented the loose swimming trunks he was wearing. It brushed ; against her side as he reached over to coat the other side of Prati's back.
; ; "Mmmmm, what's that?" She asked.
; ; Miguel blushed, and Lucia chuckled. She scrunched her toes over his ; cock, making him gasp.
; ; "Did mommy do that to her little boy?" She brought her other foot back ; up to his lips. "I think you should give mommy another kiss to make up for ; being such a naughty boy... getting so hard and stiff for mommy's feet. ; Actually, I think you should wash mommy's feet, baby, just to show her ; you're not such a naughty boy after all."
; ; "M-mom, I-"
; ; "What, sweetheart?" Julia looked puzzled. "That's not where it hurts?" ; She planted another kiss on the angry purple head of Leon's cock. "It ; looks all swollen and painful, darling. And look, it's leaking." She ; rubbed a finger over the slick little knob at the top of his 14-year old ; dick, playing with the sticky precum on her fingers.
; ; "Besides, it tastes good..."
; ; "...doesn't it, boy?" Keisha growled as Keenan planted kiss after kiss ; on the globes of her ass. Keenan mumbled something into the pliant flesh.
; ; "Now, lick it, son of mine. As deep as you can into mommy's butt crack, ; taste as much of mommy's ass as you can handle." One of Keenan's hands ; wandered down to his pants, to fondle the huge cock standing at attention ; between his legs.
; ; "That's right, baby, jerk yourself to mommy's sweet ass, you know you ; like it..."
; ; "...don't you Arnold? You like fondling mommy's tits, you like feeling ; my hot skin pressed up against yours, feeling your cock slide against ; mommy's thigh."
; ; She was straddling his smaller form, having backed the boy up against ; the shower wall. Both of his hands were sliding over the slippery, soapy ; tit flesh as he rubbed his cock against her, dry humping her leg.
; ; "You love the way mommy makes you feel, don't you, Arnold?" She grabbed ; his cock and began stroking it. "Horny, seduced, helpless to resist..."
; ; "...staring, touching, fantasising about any part of my body, my new ; body." Asok stood between his mother's spread thighs as she jerked his ; dick. Her hand was slick with the gooey precum flowing freely from his ; erection, and wads of it spattered on the concrete.
; ; "My tits, my ass, my hands, my feet, my mouth, you can't help yourself, ; can't help staring at any of it, can you? But I know what you want to see, ; my son..."
; ; "...my cunt." Lucia's sole slowly stroked the underside of Miguel's ; cock, pausing at the bottom occasionally to play with his balls, sparsely ; covered in pubic hair.
; ; "Can you see my cunt? Can you see mommy's leaky pussy, darling? Let me ; help you." Keeping one foot in her son's mouth, and the other playing with ; his dick, Lucia hiked her little beige skirt up above her thighs. Staring ; down the length of her long, golden leg, he could see the little cleft ; between her thighs, completely hairless, quietly weeping a clear fluid.
; ; "Do you want it, baby? Do you want to feel mommy's tight cunt wrapped ; around your cock? Do you want mommy to make you feel like this every day? ; Using her new body to make you feel...
; ; "...horny..."
; ; "...helpless..."
; ; "...seduced..."
; ; "...unable to resist your mommy. Do you want that, honey? To feel like ; this for the rest of your life?" The cum in his balls were boiling, as his ; mother picked up the pace. Her words were only a faint buzz in his ears, ; but he knew that he had to have this, had to feel like this every day, ; waking up to it in the morning, and sleeping with it at night. It felt ; sooo good to just surrender to his mom's sexual predations.
; ; "Yesssss..." he hissed.
; ; "Good. You can have it, baby. All we needed was your consent. We'll ; be so happy together, darling, you and me forever, fucking, sucking, ; drinking your cum... now, all you have to do to seal the deal is just ; squirt your jizz for mommy, baby. Cum all over me like you know you want ; to... paint my skin with your sweet cream... just imagine how good it'll ; feel, to ram your cock into my tight little hole... to fuck your mommy, to ; cum in all the holes you can fill... Cum for me, baby. Cum for mommy. ; Cum for Mommy. CUM for MOMMY!!"
; ; He screamed as rope after rope of semen came spurting out of his jumping ; balls.
; ; All across town, every boy who had been in Ms. Strauss' Fourth Period ; English class that afternoon collapsed at the same time, his personal ; apparition having vanished, his cum staining the fabric of his navy blue ; St. Chrysosome trousers.
; ; Soon, they would awake, knowing only that they'd messed their trousers, ; and never suspecting the surprise that would await them in the morning...
; ;
; ; Not that he thought he'd be able to stop it if it happened again; this ; afternoon had been accompanied by the most overwhelming sense of ; helplessness he'd ever had. It was as if his mom had somehow trapped him, ; had seduced his senses, transfixing him with her erotic aura. And it felt ; good. That was the dangerous thing. It had felt so good, he could have ; stayed there forever, watching his mom play with the semen that coated her ; skin, slurping it off her fingers, spreading it over her jiggling ; breast-meat until they dripped with goo, sucking it out of his cock...
; ; Fuck. "Gotta watch that." He said to himself. Jay wasn't sure what was ; going on, but his mom was at the centre of it, and he was pretty sure the ; best way to do that was to avoid his mom altogether, regardless of how good ; she might look with that skirt hiked over her ass, legs spread wide, ; inviting him to...
; ; Fuck.
; ; The atmosphere in the house was heavy with the aroma of dinner. Which ; meant that someone was home. Maybe if he could sneak upstairs...
; ; "Close the door, sweetie. We're not inviting the whole neighbourhood to ; supper." Kerri's voice rang out from the kitchen.
; ; Fuck.
; ; "What's for dinner?" He called out, trying to sound normal.
; ; "It's a surprise," came the reply. "But I'm sure you'll like it."
; ; I've had all the surprises I can take for one day, he thought.
; ; "So," she said, walking into the living room. She'd changed into a ; light, peachy, wraparound sundress that was, in itself, fairly innocuous, ; but did little to conceal the weighty, shifting mass of her new tits, and ; the ruffled hem swirled about her knees in the most inviting way. For some ; reason Jay didn't fathom, after kicking off her work heels, his mom had ; slipped into an even taller pair of black sandals.
; ; "So?" He repeated suspiciously, dropping his bag.
; ; "So how was school?" She took Jay by the elbow and steered him towards ; the easy chair in the corner of the room.
; ; He sat down, and his mom perched on the arm of the chair. "Fine, I ; guess." He was acutely aware of the exposed flesh of her thighs that ; appeared as she sat. "Um, I'm just going to wait in my room until din-"
; ; "Hang on," Kerri said, pushing him back down easily. "I need your ; opinion on something."
; ; "What?"
; ; "Don't worry, it's nothing awful. Just close your eyes, and sit there."
; ; Reluctantly, Jay obeyed. Just as well to go with the flow. He felt his ; mom jump from the chair, and was actually a little relieved that he hadn't ; had to watch her skirt flare up, offering tantalizing glimpses of her ; panties, her thighs, her ass. Mostly relieved, anyway.
; ; Her heels clacked against the hardwood as she took a couple of steps ; away, and then, moments later, there was a quiet 'flumpf.'
; ; Trembling with fear? Anticipation? Arousal? Jay waited, very much ; aware of what that sound probably meant.
; ; "Okay, open your eyes."
; ; The bikini she was wearing was not obscene, but left little enough to ; the imagination. Her perky D-cups were pushed up and out by a pair of ; black latex triangles, cut low so as to display a maximum of lightly-tanned ; breast flesh without actually letting her nipples out to play. Her fat ; tits spilt over the edge over so slightly, and Jay was reasonably sure they ; would come pouring out at the least provocation. The tiny bikini bottom ; dipped so low on her hips that there was more than a hand's breadth between ; her navel and the top of the shimmering black latex. Kerri was standing ; with her legs slightly apart, just enough for Jay to see how the skin-tight ; material cupped and split - the fleshy lips of her cunt.
; ; "Ta-da! What do you think?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips; ; her tits jiggled ever so slightly at the movement.
; ; "It's, ah, nice?" He replied, searching for a word that wasn't "hot."
; ; "Just 'nice'?" She arched her eyebrow knowingly. "Hang on. You haven't ; seen the best part, yet." When she turned around, Jay almost lost his load ; right there and then. Not only were her perfect curves molded perfectly by ; the second-skin latex, but they only _just_ covered her bare assets, ; rubbing eagerly against each other as she moved. Across the top, the words ; "Devil Woman" were stenciled in red script, arching over the smooth surface ; of her ass cheeks. Jay was so cock-shocked that he almost didn't notice ; the tattoo that began at his mother's tailbone, and dipped into parts ; unknown beneath the bikini.
; ; "Well?" She asked archly, slowly turning back around. "Still think it's ; just 'nice?'"
; ; "What?" He tore his eyes from her tits. "Nonono. They're great, ; mom...fantastic... perfect..." He was so distracted by all the flesh on ; display before him that he didn't even catch his own Freudian slip.
; ; "Good. I'm so glad you like it...though, you don't think it's too ; small, do you?" Her hands slowly made their way up her torso to cup her ; breasts. "I mean, it doesn't show off too much, does it? Should I get a ; cover-up?"
; ; "No!" The vehemence of his reply surprised even Jay. "I mean, no. ; You're fine... the way you are."
; ; "Really? You don't think all the men on the beach will be trying to get ; a look at my big, beautiful, tits, do you? Trying to see if they'll catch ; a glimpse of even just a nipple, wondering what colour they are?"
; ; "Er, well, ah," Jay didn't know how to answer that.
; ; "What about the boys, then?" She scraped her fingernails down her ; abdomen, to her slick, black pussy. "Do you think all the little boys will ; be staring? Unable to take their eyes from me? Unable to resist the ; stirring in their sweet little boy cocks?"
; ; "I-I-I-" he stammered, unable to think of a coherent answer, his brain ; filling with images of his mother, walking along a row of young cocks, ; inspecting each in turn, some with her hands, some with her mouth, some ; with...
; ; "How about you, sweetie?" His mom turned around, and bent over at the ; waist, running her hand down an outstretched leg as she did. "Do _you_ ; like seeing mommy in her new bikini? In her new body? Doesn't it just ; make you want to take your cock out and beat it raw?"
; ; "No," he struggled to get the word out, but there it was. He couldn't ; want that, to beat his meat to his mom, to spray her with his jizz, to ; reach out and touch... and yet, there was his hand, wriggling inside his ; pants, taking hold of his teenage fuckstick, harder and hotter than it had ; ever been before.
; ; "No?" She grinned. "You think you can resist? You think you can help ; staring at mommy...thinking about me...about my succulent ass...about my ; ripe, juicy pussy? You think you can resist my cunt when it calls, boy?"
; ; "Please, Jay...my boy...my son..." a softer voice, this one like silk, ; dripping with need, sounded inside his head. "Come to me, Jay...come to ; mommy's cunt... come back to where you belong...I'm sooooo wet for you, ; little boy...can't you see me, leaking my sweet, sweet juice down your ; mommy's thigh? Can't you imagine lapping it all up, tasting her sweet ; flesh all the way up until you reach the fountain at the top? You know you ; can't help yourself, Jay...just give in... mommy's cunny needs you...come ; to me...come..."
; ; Suddenly, he found himself kneeling on the floor, then crawling towards ; Kerri, his eyes locked on the streaming fluid that was puddling between her ; toes.
; ; "That's right, my son... give in...lap up all my cream, clean mommy's ; foot with your tongue...it makes me soooo much wetter for you...mmmmmm, ; your tongue is slithering all over her foot, sucking up all the pussy juice ; it can find, it's making me quiver, boy...oh, fuck...I'm gushing...that's ; right, now lick it off her leg, catch all that I'm giving you, son...I ; taste soooo sweet, don't I? Yessssss...up her thigh, quick! Now, look at ; me...she's spreading me wiiiiide with her fingers, look into the pink flesh ; of your mommy's cunt, at my juicy little clit, at mommy's pulsating little ; cunt hole...you can't resist, my boy...taste me...lick me...fall into your ; mommy's silken trap of seduction...YESSS! Jam that tongue deep inside me! ; Suck it all down! Drive it in as far as you can...wiggle it...just-just ; like that, YES! Oh, fuck, Jay...can't you feel it? This is sooo wrong, ; your face buried in your mother's hot, wet, pussy, but you can't resist, ; can you? Oh, fuck, yes! You could just stay here forever, couldn't you, ; bathing in your mommy's juices? Oh FUCK! You're making mommy cum, ; Jay...make mommy cum! Make me Cum! CUM! CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Somewhere ; deep inside of him, Jay felt deep, everlasting shame for what he was doing, ; even as he greedily drank whatever his mother fed him; it was wrong, he ; knew it, but there was no denying the siren song of her body...
; ; Kerri's body sang with energy as she came, jamming her son's face as ; deeply into her cunt as it would go. She had felt the sweet erotic energy ; of her class flow into her this afternoon, and she was almost ready...just ; this one more, and it would be time.
; ; "Now, my son," she pronounced, taking his face away from her ; still-spasming cunt. "Stand up and give mommy what she needs...hot COCK!"
; ; Jay eagerly scrambled out from underneath her, and, pulling his pants ; down to his knees, took his iron-hard dick, and aimed it, as best he could, ; at her weeping gash, ready to return to the womb that bore him, one ; seething with sin and debauchery, but he didn't care any more - he had to ; be inside her, NOW.
; ; His cock slipped easily into her gaping, sloshy cunt, but it quickly ; clamped down on his meat. Instinctively, he took hold of her hips, and ; started pistoning his dick into her as fast as he could.
; ; "Oh, FUCK!! Pound mommy's pussy, baby! Ram it deep! You know you want ; it! You know you need mommy's cunt...do you want this forever?" Her ; asscheeks rippled underneath the force of his thrusts. "Do you want to ; fuck mommy in her new body forever? To feel like this for the rest of your ; days?" Her cunt squeezed his dick like a hand, muscles rippling along the ; length.
; ; "Yes, mommy! I want this! I need this!" Jay punctuated each statement ; with another thrust, each harder than the last.
; ; "Then all you have to do, my sweet baby, my sweet, innocent child, is ; spill your seed into mommy's pussy! Squirt your jizz into my pussy, ; son...fill me up with your cum... put so much son-semen in me that I can ; _taste_ it! Cum for me! Cum for you mother! Cum! CUM! CUMMMMM!!!" That ; tipped Jay over the edge, and with a loud yell that shook the house, pumped ; rope after rope of hot creamy jizz into his mother's cunt.
; ; Kerri shook with the magical vibrations running through her body as she ; felt her son's innocence pass into her cunt; something dark had been ; growing in her cunt all day long, feeding on the sexual energies of the ; innocent lads in her class, as well as Jay, and it felt like it was about ; to...
; ; BURST!!!
; ; Even as Jay was squirting the last of his load into mommy's cunt, he ; felt something inside suck him back in; Kerri's body bucked wildly and she ; shrieked with pleasure. Hot, red light burst from her opened lips, and she ; could feel something shifting within her self, eating away at the last of ; her soul, assimilating her entirely.
; ; Jaw was being sucked back to hardness when the tail tattoo on his ; mother's back suddenly bulged, and then erupted into a four-foot long black ; tail. It whipped around his body, snaking between his legs, wrapping ; itself around his balls to massage them gently. Enormous black wings ; sprang from her shoulderblades, a twenty-foot wingspan if it was an inch. ; Any final imperfections in her skin vanished as her legs lengthened; Jay's ; cock, firmly embedded in the pussy that was now so skillfully fellating ; him, was carried up those extra six inches as he rose in the air, suspended ; by his sex-tackle. Her sandals were crushed by her growing feet, when a ; spine burst forth from her heel, giving her a permanent seven-inch lift.
; ; "You're mine, now, 'my son,'" she mocked, her face the picture of ; inhuman beauty, long curling horns growing among the fiery red locks. The ; succubus grinned ferally. She would feed from this mortal for the rest of ; his life, now, taking the energy she needed to follow the astral seeds she ; had planted into each boy in her class, so she could enter the dreams of ; _their_ mothers...
; ; Underton was about to become one motherfucker of a town!
; ; The End (For now.)
; ; This story owes its existence to two sources: First, bt127, whose story ; on Lit, "Dawn of the Succubi" provided much of the inspiration for this ; tale. Secondly, to another anonymous individual, a longtime fan whose ; fantasies have fuelled almost all of my fiction, and to whom this chapter ; in particular is dedicated.
; ; As usual, all comments can be directed to: jvalet45@netscape.net ; ; ;