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				The Wolf Summers
					ElSol

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Chapter 5: Oedipus calling
	   The end of a young story
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	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. She did not make any comments and we were all
invited to stay for dinner.

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