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Author: cmsix
Title: My Mom's Fuzzy Heart
Part: 002
Universe: Nanoverse
Summary: Jacob has his eyes on Holly and lust in his heart, but Holly's
his Mom.
Keywords: My Mom's Fuzzy Heart
Language: English and North East Texan
This story appears by permission of http://storiesonline.net where it

first appeared.

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   codes(mF inc mother son aunt neph)

   copyright cmsix@cmsix.com

   comments to cmsix@cmsix.com are desired and will be appreciated

   ----------------------------

   Chapter 2

   I know I'm just a fourteen-year-old kid but I'm a big fourteen-year-old
kid.  My size was from my biological father and he was a big man.

   He'd played college ball at the University of Miami and he'd started all
four years at tight end.  He was six five and weighed two sixty and none of
it was fat at that time.  I wasn't there yet but I was big boned, five
eleven and weighed one seventy already.

   I played junior varsity football and I was a wrestler too, I wasn't a
stranger to the weight room, but boxing had always been my favorite sport.
I'd begged Mom for boxing lessons since I was eight and she'd given in on
my tenth birthday.  I didn't want anything stupid to ruin our evening but
this asshole wasn't giving me much choice, and I had no worries about the
outcome if it came to blows.

   Standing up quickly caused my chair to make a noise as it shot back from
me.

   "Sir, please leave us alone, you're not wanted here." I said, much more
loudly than necessary, trying to make my voice firm and sound grown up.

   My hope was that who ever served as bouncers in here would hear a ruckus
and come over.  The asshole must have been a lot drunker than my first
estimate because he yelled back at me.

   "Sit down and shut up, you little shit, before I slap you into next
week."

   Mom was about to faint now and it seemed taking care of butt wipe would
be left up to me.  Just at that time a man that looked as big as a
porta-potty came up behind the loudmouth and laid a massive arm around his
shoulders.

   "Right this way, sir, I'll show you to your car," he said into asshole's
ear.

   The drunk wrenched himself free and turned around to see who had invaded
his personal space.  It was the wrong move since he hadn't even finished
moving his head upward to try and find the bouncers face, when a giant hand
clamped down on the side of his neck and raised him up until his toes were
just touching the floor.

   The bouncer looked at me and apologized for the interruption to our
evening as he literally dragged the offender off toward the rear of the
place.  I was surprised, since I assumed they would throw him out the door.

   Mom was still pretty upset and she said she was sure everyone was
looking at us, and maybe we should just leave.  Trying to calm her down
wasn't working and pointing out that all the men had been looking at her
all night anyway didn't help much.

   Mom tried to laugh it off but in the end she couldn't.  I couldn't
remember ever being this mad.  It seemed as if the drunk had ruined the
whole evening for both of us.  Right about now I was wishing I could get my
hands on the fat son of a bitch.

   The maitre d' showed up about this time and he literally begged our
forgiveness.  He seemed more upset than Mom and so sincere that I nearly
started to feel sorry for him.  Curiosity finally got the better of me and
I asked him why the asshole had been taken to the back instead of being
ejected.

   He explained that the gentleman was being held for the police and that
Jefferson's would be filing charges against him for disturbing the peace.
He told us that this sort of thing hardly ever happened, but when a rowdy
patron failed to leave after being asked, Jefferson's always filed charges.

   "Just because we have a band, dance floor and serve alcohol doesn't mean
we are operating a honky-tonk.  We aren't trying to run a pickup bar and
would really rather not have single men coming here thinking they'll find
unattached women.  I know that there are places like that and I have
nothing against them, Jefferson's isn't one of them though," he said.

   We thanked him and asked if he could have the waiter bring our check,
since we felt we should leave now.  The look in his eyes made me think he
was going to cry and I was afraid he might get on his knees and beg us to
stay.

   He acted as if the whole incident had been his fault.  A look at Mom
told me that she was feeling sorry for him too.  I think she was also
beginning to realize that it was going to be a bigger and more embarrassing
scene, if we left with him asking us to stay, than if we just sat back down
and let it blow over.

   Telling him we would stay caused him to look so relieved.  He said that
of course our evening would be taken care of by the house because of our
unfortunate experience.  He asked us to please come again and give them
another chance to show us that Jefferson's was indeed a respectable place.

   We finally assured him that we would and he left.  He hadn't been gone
two minutes when our waiter and another one came to our table with a giant
bottle of champagne and one of those silver ice buckets that you always see
in the movies.

   They fiddled with the top and got it open and then placed a glass in
front of mom and one in front of me.  The waiter poured Mom's and was about
to pour mine when I told him I wasn't old enough.  He looked at Mom and
told her if it was all right with her, he wouldn't tell.  This finally got
to her and she laughed.

   "Go ahead, I'm sure my knight in shining armor can handle at least one
glass," she said, giggling.

   He poured and left us.

   The band hadn't missed a note during the whole thing and after Mom had a
sip or two, I led her back onto the dance floor for another few dances.  We
resumed our former cuddle and tried to finish settling down.

   "Jacob, that loud man scared me but you were so brave; he was much older
than you and bigger too," she said, whispering in my ear.

   "He was mostly just fatter than me, Holly, and he had to be really
drunk. He knew he didn't have a hope of dancing with a girl as beautiful as
you.  My part was mostly just stalling until the bouncer came over," I
said.

   "You're so sweet to me," she said, squeezing me tighter.

   She molded her luscious body and heavenly titties even closer to me and
wiggled her lower abdomen against my ever-present boner, then she held her
head back and gave me a sweet kiss on the lips before putting her head back
on my shoulder and making a little sigh.

   I was emboldened and dropped my hands lower onto her cheeks and squeezed
them.  She surprised me when she wiggled more firmly against junior.

   We stayed and danced every slow song until the place closed.  As the
evening wore on the faster ones diminished and during the last forty-five
minutes they were all slow.

   My hands were now pretty familiar with my mother's pert backside and I'm
sure my prick dribbled precum for the last hour at least.  Mom did her best
with the champagne but there was no hope of her making a dent in it and she
was about as tipsy as I'd ever seen her, but even that wasn't anywhere near
drunk.

   The lights came up after the last song and Mom and I made our way out to
the car.  I got the door for her and she gave me a long leisurely look with
her skirt nearly to her hips.  Of course I went back to a full erection and
as I made my way to the driver's seat, I noticed that Mom's skirt was still
nearly all the way up.

   When I shut the door, the light went out, and I lost my view.  I thought
about it so much on the way home that I nearly turned on the inside light,
but I restrained myself.

   When we got home, I walked Mom to the door and we stopped on the porch.

   "I had a wonderful time, Jacob, you were such a gentleman and so brave
to stand up to that loud man," she said, bragging on me.

   "I had a great time too, Holly, you were the prettiest girl there and I
was proud that you were with me," I said.

   She raised her lips to get a goodnight kiss and I was happy to oblige.
It started softly and then Mom surprised me by licking at my lips until I
parted them.  When I did, she pressed her tongue into my mouth and we both
got more passionate.

   My arms found their own way around her and hugged her to me, delighting
in the pressure from her breasts and she put her hands in my hair, holding
my lips tighter to hers.  Of course I let my hands slide down to cup her
cheeks and pull her hips to me.  She must have been a little tipsier than I
thought, because she wiggled herself against my straining erection again.
We broke the kiss.

   "I guess I'd better be going, Holly, can we go out again next weekend?"
I asked.

   "I'd love to, Jacob, call me during the week and we can decide where and
when."

   "I will, goodnight."

   After another peck on the lips, I turned back toward my car as she went
inside.  I know it was a little strange, but keeping up the illusion seemed
to be working fine somehow and I wasn't about to change things.

   How many guys wake up to the fact that they want to do the deed with
their unsuspecting mother one day, and by the weekend, are able to French
kiss her while groping her ass and rubbing their hard dick against her
stomach, and get cooperation instead of a ringing slap across the jaw.  I
thought things were going pretty damned well.

   This was all just theory for me.  Since Gramps had started my
subscription to Penthouse, I had studied the letters religiously.  I
understood that they were fiction, but they also described different
methods of seduction and how to go about it in great detail.

   They might not be true but at least they provided plausible scenarios
for someone like me who had no experience.  I was providing my own
opportunity but my plan of action would necessarily have to come from those
descriptions and other stories I'd read.  It wasn't a good substitute for
actual experience but it would just have to serve.

   Hanging out by my car for a few minutes gave me time to consider my
options.  It seemed too early to go for it yet, but Mom had gotten a snoot
full and seemed in a really receptive mood.

   She had enjoyed the close dancing and the goodnight kiss as much as I
had and the asshole incident had also colored her view of me somewhat.  I
felt that she saw me as a young man who could protect her now, instead of
her little boy of just a few days before.

   There was something else going on too, Mom seemed to me to be deferring
to my judgment now, on some level at least.  When I'd called her hand about
scolding me for peeking up her dress, she had not only changed her tone
right away, but now she was making sure I got better and better peeks.

   She practically squirmed when I told her how beautiful she was and how
sexy she looked.  She had even gone out and bought a new outfit for our
date tonight, and not just any old outfit either.  It was by far the
sexiest and most revealing thing I'd ever seen her wear.

   It was a big decision for me but I probably should put it off until the
last minute.  I decided to go into the house, change into a T-shirt and
some sweat shorts, and settle down on the living room sofa to see if Mom
made an appearance.  If she just went directly to bed it would be off for
tonight.  If she came to sit in the living room with me, and if she had
another glass or two of wine, my dilemma might resolve itself.  I went back
into the house.

   "Mom, I'm home," I yelled.

   "I'm in my room changing, I'll be out in a minute and you can tell me
all about your date," she said, through her bedroom door.

   It looked good so far and I went into my room to change.  My dick had
been hard for so long tonight and it was aching.  Going into my bathroom, I
yanked it until I had a good come; better safe than sorry.

   I'd heard a lot of rumors about blue balls, and even though it didn't
seem to be coming to that.  There was no need for me to take any chances.
Yanking my crank would also help keep me from having a hair trigger, and
since I'd never even had a sniff of pussy, any help in that area would be
good.  If I got hard again right off, I might even act like I needed to
piss and come do it again.

   Returning to the kitchen and pouring Mom a glass of wine was next.  I
took it into the living room and put it on the end table, then grabbed the
remote to check the channel guide.

   My luck was holding, since an old-time romantic chick-flick was starting
in about ten minutes.  I switched to that channel and turned the sound down
to wait.  After thinking about it a few seconds, I hopped up and killed
most of the lights in the house, and dimmed those in the living room.

   I'd just regained my seat when Mom came out and sat beside me.  She had
on a long T-shirt and presumably panties, but they weren't visible from my
angle.  She wasn't wearing a bra but that was normal, since she never slept
in one.  Even when she sat down, and the T-shirt slid up her thighs, the
panties or no panties question was still undecided.

   The T-shirt wasn't cotton, it was of some kind of satiny material.  It
was thinner than cotton and it seemed to cling to her, especially her
breasts.  I couldn't see through it, but I could plainly see her nipples
and I could tell that they weren't aroused at the moment.

   "Oh, you poured me a glass of wine," Mom said.

   "Sure, you always have a couple or three before bedtime," I said,
hoping.

   "I know, but I've already had several on my date with Jacob tonight, he
took me to Jefferson's and it was so much fun; he was so nice.  We had a
great time but I might have overdone the wine a little, especially after
the champagne came."

   "You had champagne?  Kewl.  Jacob must be a big spender."

   "Well, the champagne was on the house, but I don't want to think about
what caused that.  How was your date?" she asked.

   "It was fantastic, you should have seen the new outfit Holly bought,
just for our date.  She was the hottest thing I've ever seen and I felt so
proud walking into the restaurant with her."

   "I'm glad you had fun, are you going out with her again?"

   "Next weekend, I think I'm going to ask her to go steady with me," I
said.

   "Isn't that a little quick?" she asked.

   "In one way, I guess so, but you know we've known each other all our
lives and she's just way too special to let me give some creep a chance to
ask her out," I said.

   "What if she doesn't want to go steady?"

   "Well, if I'm not special to Holly, then I don't think I should be going
out with her, considering the way I feel about her," I said.

   "I'm sure she likes you but maybe she won't be sure yet."

   "If she can't make up her own mind then she should let me make it up for
her, either that or just turn me down when I ask her out," I said.

   "I suppose you're right."

   This detailed discussions about our alter egos was getting a little
weird to me, but now that I could see the pubes, I didn't want Mom getting
the notion that she could string it out.  She wasn't so far out of high
school that she didn't remember that a steady girlfriend was, sooner or
later, expected to share a little pussy with her main squeeze.  That's
probably why she was in the position she was in today.

   I sure as hell wasn't going to mention my thoughts on this, but I didn't
think a little foreshadowing could hurt much.  After all, if this dating
scheme wasn't going to do the trick for me, I needed to find out and think
up another plan.  Obviously I wasn't going to be the first one in Mom's
panties but I damned sure meant to be next, one way or the other.

   "Want to watch a movie, Mom?  You'll like the one that's about to
start," I said, hoping to change the subject.

   "It's getting a little late, but what the heck, I'm not sleepy or tired
and we don't have to get out of bed until we want to tomorrow," she said.

   I had to bite my tongue to keep the smart crack about not getting out of
bed from escaping my lips.

   "Great, hey your well's gone dry," I said.

   Picking up her now empty wine glass, I went to the kitchen to get her a
refill.  One more wouldn't put her out but I needed to keep a close eye on
her after this.  It would be a big downer if she fell asleep on me, or if
she decided to toddle off to bed.  I wanted to let her get into the movie
before trying to get the ball rolling.

   I paid attention to Mom's lap on my return while trying not to be
obvious.  She was wearing panties, probably cotton ones.  This might work
to my advantage since if I got my hands on her thighs, to start caressing
them; having a bare pussy might make her nervous and cause her to bolt.

   God damn, I was tired of trying to think out every angle of this when
all that mattered to me was easing her down onto her back on the couch and
sliding her the meat.  Paying strict attention to my plan was necessary now
though.

   I was flying blind, but a hasty mistake by trying to go to fast had to
be prevented.  Getting very far meant having to get it done; if she stopped
me in progress, she would be wise to my designs on her body and forewarned
for later attempts.

   I didn't have one bit of experience in seduction of any kind; however,
it had been a constant topic of study for me for the last two years.  Most,
probably all, of the stories that comprised my learning material were
largely a figment of someone's imagination, but I hoped I was smart enough
to tell buttermilk from sour milk and decide what was possible, what was
probable and what was fabricated out of whole cloth.  Patience and
observation were going to be my best tools.

   I plopped down beside Mom, after handing her the glass.  The movie was
just starting and I turned up the volume so we could hear, then leaned back
and put my arm around her.  She snuggled up against me a little.

   One of her legs was pressed right up against mine and the flesh-to-flesh
contact was electric for me.  She wasn't quite close enough for her near
titty to press against me but she wasn't far from it.

   I already knew that claiming a piss break and spanking junior again, a
little later, was going to be necessary.  Right before making my move would
probably be the best time for it.  Meanwhile I caressed her arm and
shoulder with the hand I had around her and tried to get the mood of the
movie in mind.

   I let time pass for a while, mainly just holding mom.  I'd read that
nothing makes a woman feel more safe and secure and loved than just holding
her and I couldn't see where it could hurt.

   About twenty minutes into the movie and with Mom still alert, I begged
off for a bathroom break and asked her if she wanted another glass of wine.
She agreed to one more.

   I went back and choked the piss out of my best friend then I recalled
one of the pube showing panty shots she'd given me tonight, for inspiration
as I stroked myself to another gusher.  It took longer than earlier tonight
and I figured my hair trigger was on safety for a while.

   Returning, I filled Mom's glass once again and handed it to her before
sitting down.  The hem of her T-shirt had ridden up a little higher and I
could see that the panties were surely cotton, and of the ordinary,
non-sexy type.  Good enough.

   Sitting as close to Mom as possible, without sitting on her, I pulled
her to me with my arm around her like before.  She snuggled even closer to
me this time and finally pushed a titty against my chest, giving me another
little thrill.

   She didn't waste much time with her wine and as she finished, I took the
glass and leaned across her to put it on the end table; this left us closer
still and it suited me fine.  After a few more minutes of the one arm
hugging and my hand fondling her upper arm and shoulder, she laid her head
on my shoulder and gave a little sigh.  Glancing at her nipples for a
second let me know that while they weren't hard, they had firmed up and
were at about half-mast.

   Unsure about how to begin, I finally decided to wait for a really
romantic scene and then just turn to her and kiss her lips to get things
going.  This seemed that it would be the most natural way to begin and we
had already had one very sensual kiss tonight so, I didn't think it would
be a deal breaker.

   Soon enough the movie music got distinctly romantic and as the hero drew
the damsel to him for a kiss, I turned my head to Mom and put my lips on
hers.  She just closed her eyes and kissed me back as if it was the most
natural thing on earth.  Her lips parted with no prompting from me, so I
slipped my tongue into her mouth.  Hers found mine and they began
wrestling, I was so happy I wanted to shout.

   Turning toward her slightly let me put my free hand on the front of her
opposite hip.  Making sure that my hand was completely on her T-shirt, at
first I gripped her lightly.  Our kiss deepened and she made a little
satisfied hum in her throat as she put her arms around my neck and began
playing with my hair.  This turned her more nearly facing me and I now felt
two titties pressing into my chest.

   I kept kissing her and hugging her to me for a couple of minutes then I
let the hand on her hip start stroking down to her knee and back up the
outside of her thigh, with my thumb sliding just under her T-shirt at the
top of each stroke.

   Mom's legs were pressed together and after a while, I bent my fingers at
the middle knuckle and lay them between her legs, to began stroking slowly
and lightly between her thighs, down to her knee and back up, to within a
couple of inches of her panties.

   This seemed to raise the temperature a notch, and with my confidence
rising, I started slowly increasing the upper travel of this hand. 
Meanwhile my other hand seemed nearly useless at the time since Mom's arms
were around my neck.

   That arm was pretty much trapped between Mom and the back of the sofa,
and I didn't seem to be able to reach anything worth rubbing.  Subtly
stretching, to see if I could get any contact with her breast, under her
upraised arm, let me reach for nearly two inches of purchase on the base of
her titty, with my fingertips.  I just lightly caressed anything I could
get to.

   I made a big mistake then, breaking our kiss, intending to kiss and suck
on her graceful throat and neck, then work my way around to her ears for a
little nibbling.  I barely had my lips off hers.

   "Jacob, I don't..."

   Panic!

   I cut her off by resuming the kiss with renewed vigor.  There was no
useful purpose for any conversation at this time and my plans changed to
include hands only foreplay for a while, except for the kissing.  I didn't
intend to remove my lips from hers again until I could reasonably assume
there would be no conversation.

   Seeing this new strategy begin to bear fruit delighted me, she turned up
her kissing heat to match my new level and her fingers kept teasing in my
hair.  I'd never thought about how sexy it could be for a woman to run her
fingers through my hair.  Of course I'd never had it done to me either.

   Mom was showing me how wrong I'd been, it was delicious.  I thought a
little playing in Mom's hair might not be a bad idea, and with the next
change of assignment for my stroking hand, my chance would come.  Meanwhile
that very hand's upper progress now included lightly brushing into and over
Mom's pubis and just grazing over the skin of her abdomen above her panty's
waistband.

   Mom was well into the swing of things now and I nearly slid the hand
from her legs up under her T-shirt to cup a titty, but I decided to run it
through her hair a little first, to see if that helped.  Hair action wasn't
likely to draw any complaint, and though I was probably about half way home
and progressing nicely, cupping her breast just now would be a substantial
leap and might just start a revolt.

   The strategy was sound, removing the hand from her legs and dragging it
around to her back, as low as I could get it easily without wiggling it
between her buns and the sofa cushions, I slowly caressed up her backbone,
outside her T-shirt, until I reached her neck.  Then I lightly moved my
fingers over the back of her neck and worked them into her hair until the
back of her head was cupped in my palm.

   I began to gently massage the back of her scalp with my fingertips and
this move was a real hit.  She shivered as the hand trailed up her back and
as I began playing in her hair, she moved an arm under mine to place her
hand on my back and she began rubbing all over my back, occasionally
pulling me to her with it.

   I thought I detected the lightest scent of an aroused woman; I'd never
smelled anything like it before but the scent just seemed to lightly
announce its presence and meaning to me.  I also felt her lightly rocking
her hips every now and then.  It wasn't really a rocking, it was more like
she was just rhythmically straining up toward me slightly.

   I wanted to pull my head back and look at her, and getting my lips on
her throat was also on my mind, but I was still fearful of giving her any
opportunity to use those lips for speaking.

   Summoning my nerve, I removed my hand from her hair and trailed it back
down over her neck and spine to her hip.  After giving her ass a little
squeeze I slipped my handup under her T-shirt's hem and pushed it up and
onto one of the twin beauties, then lightly cupping the titty in my palm, I
gave it a gentle squeeze.

   "Mmm," Mom moaned, and then she pressed the breast into my hand.

   I could feel her nipple in the center of my palm and thought that meant
it was fairly hard.  Rubbing around over it brought more and longer moans
and I thought surely she had gotten conversation off her mind by now.

   As I grasped the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, to begin
lightly tugging and twisting it gently, I broke our kiss and buried my lips
in the hollow of her throat, kissing and sucking it with my lips and
nipping it with my teeth.  This action met with Mom's approval.

   "Oh, Jacob, that's so good baby, my baby," she said, sighing as she
began kissing around in my hair.

   I worked my lips over her throat and up the side of her neck to worry
her ear and earlobe, then back down over the exposed flesh left bare by the
low cut T-shirt and down to the beginning of her cleavage.

   I now had a chance to look, and sure enough, she was pressing up toward
me with her pelvis, every few seconds.  I think she was also squeezing her
buttocks together rhythmically as she did it.  Since I was now toying with
one nipple with a thumb and finger, I knew for sure it was fully aroused.

   Switching to the other titty let me give it and its nipple some
well-deserved attention.  A minute or two later I released the nipple and
trailed that hand back down over her abdomen and down her legs to her
knees, where I slipped it between them.  Spreading my fingers outward
lightly gave Mom the hint, and she spread her legs a little to give me some
room.

   Resuming my earlier up and back stroking between her thighs let me
alternately caress one with the palm side of my fingertips and then the
other with the backside.  It also allowed me to move higher and higher. 
Mom gave ground grudgingly but she slowly increased the spread of her legs
in increments as I continued.

   Reaching the holy grail, pressing the back of my hand to her vulva, let
me know that the crotch of her panties was very wet and as I increased the
pressure, Mom spread her legs much more widely and then pushed her pussy up
toward my hand.  I left the hand against her and moved it slightly,
side-to-side, hoping that my knuckles were brushing across her clitoris. 
They must have been as Mom spread even wider and her low moans became
regular.

   Turning my hand over to cup Mom's pussy and then curling my two middle
fingers inward as I did, I was not pushing inward toward the entrance to
her pussy, and soon she was getting wetter and seemed warmer down there
too.

   I slipped my fingers beneath the panties, through a leg hole, and thank
goodness they were either not very tight or had plenty of stretch.  I
wiggled the tip of my index finger between her lips and began sliding it up
and back from near the bottom of her slit, then up and over the top where
her clit was beginning to make an appearance.  I brushed the fingertip over
her clit and then spent some time spreading her fuckoil over everything in
my finger's reach.

   I felt no hair on her pussy lips, making me assume she shaved them. 
When everything in range was slippery, I wiggled my index finger back
between her lips, and finding her entrance again, I slipped my finger
slowly but firmly up her pussy as far as it would reach.  I started an in
and out finger fucking, teasing her clit with my thumb.

   She was basically moaning and whimpering full time now, and I was sure
she was as good as fucked.  Her hips were rocking in rhythm with the finger
fucking, and she was now just hanging on around my neck as I continued
trying to get my lips to her breasts, down through the loose top, but it
was impossible.

   I continued for a while and then pulled my arm from around her back,
raising my head from her chest and trying to get a little distance between
our upper bodies.  This wasn't happening since she now had a sure grip,
with both arms, around my neck.

   I used my newly freed hand to work between us and grab the hem of the
T-shirt, pulling it upward and continuing my finger fucking and clit
teasing all the while.  Mom caught on and released me, dropping both her
hands to her T-shirt; pulling it off her and flinging it away.

   I now had clear sailing to a lip lock on a nipple and I applied suction
and tongue lashing to the closest one.  Removing the hand from her pussy
and panties, I slipped to my knees beside the couch, urging Mom to lay back
with pressure from my mouth on her breast.

   When she was fully reclined, with her head on the armrest for a pillow,
I found her unoccupied titty with the hand I'd just taken from her cunt and
began teasing that nipple with my slippery fingers.

   Reaching down to the top of her panties with my free hand, I tugged them
toward her feet.  She released the grip on my head that had been pulling me
more forcefully into her nipple, and used her hands to remove her own
panties as she raised her lovely ass to allow them to slide off.  They were
also flung with abandon and then she grabbed my T-shirt and began tugging
it off too.

   I had to rise for a second, to give her room, and when I returned to
titty heaven, I swapped off with my mouth and slippery hand.  This new
nipple tasted exotic from her secretions that my hand had left on it.

   I used my free hand to rid myself of my sweat shorts then pulled against
Mom's outside leg to try making room between them for me.  She spread her
legs as widely as she could while keeping both on the sofa.  It was a wide
one and this gave me room enough to kneel between her thighs.  I took a few
seconds to ogle Mom in her horny naked splendor.

   She was a sight to behold, her legs were truly beautiful legs with full,
firm, creamy thighs.  Her bush, which was a perfect color match to her
beautiful auburn mane, was indeed trimmed into a heart shape, ending in a
pointer to her clitoris, and her vulva was shaved smooth.  Her fuckoil was
shining wetly on and around her pussy lips, some even down on her upper
thighs.

   Her titties were tremendous as they quivered on her chest from her
agitated breathing, and though they were large and full they didn't sag off
to the side, they were so firm they seemed to just stand up proudly and her
engorged nipples beckoned to my lips.  She was flushed brightly from her
breasts, up her neck, to her cheeks.

   Her shining hair framed her beautiful face in wild disarray, her bright
green eyes were flashing.  As I reveled in her beauty, she extended her
arms toward me in an open invitation while her lips made kissing motions.

   She stretched one leg to put a dainty foot up on the back of the couch,
as she spread the other off the side to give me room.  I lay down on her,
obeying her summons.  Our lips met again and my tongue entered her mouth
just as I realized I was mistaken about the most basic fundamental detail
of this seduction.

   I had expected my throbbing dick to find its target by magic I guess but
apparently that hole in the tip is not really an eye at all.  I was near
panic when I felt her small hand tenderly grasp me and guide my aching
hardon to the place we would both enjoy it most.

   She fitted the knob between her labia and moved it up and down her slit.
This felt fantastic but I only learned later that it was to insure proper
lubrication.

   When she was satisfied with the process and then the alignment, she
grabbed one of my buttocks in each hand and pulled me into her with one
long smooth motion.  She held me still, engulfed completely, for a few
seconds and I thought I could feel my dickhead pressing up against
something inside her.

   I was in heaven and I could talk for days and never explain exactly how
wonderful it felt to be inside her snug warmth.  She was a tight fit but
with her copious secretions there seemed to be no friction, just a lovely
tight squeezing feeling.  I remained still, fully in her, even after she
released her grip on my ass, then she broke our kiss.

   "Do it to me, Jacob, I'll be your steady girl, just do me.  You know I'm
yours, push your dick up me as far as you can.  I'm not safe so you might
make a baby, my baby's baby.  Do it, I want your come in me," she said,
demanding it and almost shouting.

   I was stunned by her outburst since we'd been nearly silent until now. I
did have sense enough to obey my mother though.  Especially since she'd
just told me to do exactly what I'd been working toward.

   I hadn't even thought about pregnancy and right now I didn't care.  If
she wanted me to try to give her a baby, that was fine with me.  I'm sure a
lot of it was the wine talking.  If it weren't for the wine though, I'm
sure I wouldn't be lying on her with my dick up her warm wet pussy.

   I pulled back and came home again and soon I was picking up speed.  It
felt so good I couldn't think about anything else, and I guess Mom liked it
too for she soon had both legs wrapped around me and was pulling me to her
with them.

   "That's it, yes, pound it up me.  Fuck me as hard as you can, my sweet
baby mother fucker.  Let me have it all."

   That was the last coherent sentence she uttered as she slipped into a
chant.

   "Oh Jacob, Oh Jacob.  Fuck me Jacob, fuck me."

   She kept it up until she just went ballistic and then she growled when
she peaked.  Her muscles tensed up and her pussy clamped down on my swollen
dick and she hugged me so hard with her arms and her legs around me that I
thought I would lose my breath, but I just kept slamming into her.  It
seemed like ages before she relaxed a little and then I felt my dick
explode with come and she screamed as she felt it pumping.

   When I'd finished pumping come into Mom, I just slowly collapsed onto
her and she kept hugging me.  When we'd gotten a little wind back, we had a
very sweet kiss and then just started giving each other little kisses all
over our faces.  I tried to get my weight off her but she wouldn't have it.

   "No, please baby, stay right where you are, you're my man now, Jacob; I
want to get used to having you on me after you've fucked me."

   We must have lain there for thirty minutes kissing and murmuring, and I
don't know how she could breathe with me on her like that.  She finally let
me roll to the couch and pull her up to lay on me, and then we lay there
for nearly an hour more, while I tried to feel every inch of her body as we
talked.

   "Holly, now that we're going steady, what would you like to do on our
date next weekend?" I asked her, after a long while.

   "You're the man, Jacob, I want to do whatever you want to do, with me or
to me," she said, and I knew it was a promise.

   "In that case, I think we should go back to Jefferson's and give them
another chance.  The food was great and we could probably dance a little
closer next time," I said.

   "It sounds wonderful to me, can you afford to take me two weeks in a
row?" Holly asked me, and as she did, she started wiggling that lovely ass
around causing her wet heart to move on my limp dick.

   "I can this time for sure, they wouldn't let us pay last night, after
asshole acted up," I said, as my dick began to swell.

   "That's right, I'd almost forgotten.  Hey, what's that poking around in
my bush?"

   "I'm not sure; raise up and I'll look," I said.

   "I think I can guess what it is, why don't we go up to our bedroom and
play with it?" she asked.

   I agreed, and as I managed to get my arms under her and lift her, I
stood up from the couch and headed for her bedroom, carrying her.

   "You don't have to carry me Jacob, I can walk now," she said, nibbling
on my earlobe.

   "Hush Holly, I'm trying to save your strength for your upcoming ordeal."

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