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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 reinstated 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.


My mother had set the stage 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 curiosity. 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 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 nor 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 headfirst. 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,

occasionally 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 accused her of. It

should have ended at words but the lover was a fire starter 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 living room 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 protégé. 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 subconscious 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 someone with purpose. The transition into the darkness of the bar went

unnoticed except for the small hesitation to place him. His fire starter

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 freezing 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 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 living room 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 a while.


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 our 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 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.


Blanca had taught me 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 straighten 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 physicality of the act. She was not only my physical

source, but also 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.


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 no one 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 no one 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 a while.


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

traveled 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 acknowledged 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 on 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 rose 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 what 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. No one 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 hairbrush. 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 the 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 it 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

signaling 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 signaled 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 caressing her stomach, her hips, her

breasts, her neck, and 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 laid 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 football 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 challenge 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 completely out of her and back inside slowly. Her pussy

was 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 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 showerhead 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 showerhead 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 and it

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. Her ass had

absorbed any lubrication on my dick 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 tableau of

innocence that she faced. She did not make any comments and we were all

invited to stay for dinner.





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