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     Title          : The Audition

     Author      : MeatBot

     Keywords : Inc, MILF, FF, Fm

     Date         : 20150626

     Mail          : meatbot777 at gmail dot com

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     A woman "auditions" her daughter's boyfriend before allowing him to
pop the girl's cherry.

     Disclaimer :

Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or
publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this
type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work
of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons
under 16 in real life.

This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality is accidental and
would be damn surprising. Be warned that this story may involve explicit
descriptions of sexual activities, including some defined under law as
"Weird Shit". Do not read this story if you believe that fictional
characters should not have fictional sex, or if you are less than the age
of consent in your social or legal group, or if you live under a
repressive, totalitarian regime in an out-of-the-way place such as the USA.
If you like it, I did it. If you hate it, I didn't. If it offends you, it
was a misprint. If you want to sue me, I don't exist. Sue the internet
instead. Nobody's twisting your arm. Leave if you don't like crap like
this. These are just words, people. Just words.

Be warned, this is a goofy, infantile, poorly written, disgusting and
depraved story with bad punctuation, bad grammar, and lots of misspelled
words. I am not an English major. Deal with it. This story is all made up.
I've never been to Philly. Gimme a break. If you don't like it, read
something else. Don't bitch at me. You have been warned.

This story is graded <TAME> compared to some of the shit I've read in this
group.

This story is what happens when you have too much free time at work.


                              --==+==--


I had known for some time that Kirsten was approaching "that age." I'd had
"the talk" with her several years ago, and she had gotten progressively
more boy-crazy until last year, when she finally got a steady boyfriend. It
was a surprise to me to find out that she was still a virgin. I'd put her
on the pill without Steven's knowledge or assent, I just couldn't see
letting her screw her life up that way. I just accepted the fact that she
was going to start screwing around pretty quick. The kids around here grow
up fast, I was sure most of her friends had lost it by then. I just went
ahead and took her to the clinic and got her started. I found out later
Steve knew, but by then he was so out of the family I don't think he cared.
And I sure didn't care what he thought.

Kirsten is a foxy little thing. I can see that, even though I'm her mother.
I'm not bad looking, for thirty six, and I'd gotten used to having men
stare at me, but from when she was about fourteen on, whenever I was out
with her, I wasn't the one the focus was on. I could see it happening,
right in front of me, and it pissed me off at first, then amused me, later.
And she seemed so unaware of it. Men, even older men, had a fascination
with her... well, I remember being a teen, and I remember noticing that,
even then. There's just something about beautiful young teen girls. I think
a lot of their sexual appeal is that they're so unaware of it.

Kirsten has a boyfriend now, a very nice young man named Brian, whom I like
very much. He is a big kid, but he's sweet and gentle with her, the few
times I've seen them together. I think he's generous and kind, and he's
never been anything but respectful to me. Steven, my asshole husband, has
never even cared enough to meet the boy. I'm sure that Kirsten will have
many more boyfriends, but Brian is her first real one, and I hope she keeps
him around long enough to have many special memories of him. I wish I could
have been so lucky, at her age... how much different my life might have
turned out. Sigh... I shouldn't say that... I love my children very much,
and I don't regret the circumstances that brought them into being. I just
wish their father was more of a father, and more of a man.

Anyway, I've always had a good rapport with Kirsten. She'd started out as a
Daddy's girl, but as Steven pulled further and further away from our
family, she began to focus on me. She began to actively resent his
treatment of me when she was eleven or twelve, and we had many long talks
about it. I have no idea if she ever talked to him about it, he never made
mention of it. He and I barely speak any more, on those rare occasions when
he's home. She now seems to ignore him, as I do. This is a conscious choice
he's made, to turn his back on his family. When we finally sign the papers
it will be a relief.

Kirsten is an open child, and very up-front. She scares some adults, like
her grand-parents, and frustrates others, like her teachers. I have learned
to accept her for what she is, and love her for it. I know I spoil her and
Rodney. It only seems fair, since their own father ignores them. I love
them, and feel for them. It's not easy being a kid, and it's not easy being
one in a family as screwed up as ours has become.

Don't ask my why I don't just walk away. I'm close to that point. Part of
it is business related, and part of it is because the kids are still kids.
When they move out, there will no longer be any reason to pretend, even as
little as we pretend now. And, like I said... business... we have a good
business, and we seem able to manage that still, as our marriage falls
apart. I am comfortable that I'll be able to hose his ass good, when we
finally do split. I will feel no guilt, he was the first to break our vows,
back when I was a good little girl. I will gladly take half his earthly
possessions, with no guilt whatsoever. Maybe it will be worth it to him, to
be free of me. I'm not perfect, but I know I'm still attractive and
desirable just from the men that come onto me, when I'm out and around. Why
his love for me died I'll never know. The fact that he's gone through five
or six girlfriends makes me believe that it's him, and that he'll never
find what he's looking for. I think I was just a seventeen-year stage in
his life. I wonder if he'll be as relieved as me, when it's finally over.
I'm not going to say I hope for the best for him, because I don't.

Anyway, that's not the story, Kirsten and Brian are the story. And Rodney
has a little part in it, to my embarrassment, but I will tell the whole
truth, as it happened. May god have mercy on my soul.

One night Kirsten, Rodney and I had just had dinner, and Kirsten was
helping me do the dishes. Rodney had disappeared up to his room, as men
always do when there are chores to be done. We cleaned the table, and began
to stock the dishwasher.

"Mom..." said Kirsten.

"Yes, dear," I replied.

"Mom... I don't wanna make you mad..." she seemed strangely reticent to
talk, unlike her usual self. I wondered what was up. She continued. "I know
we don't talk 'bout stuff like this... but I wonder... Mom... how old were
you... how old..."

She just seemed to freeze right up, then and there. I laughed to myself.
What else could she be wanting to know, to cause this much fuss?

"Darling," I said, "How old was I when I first lost my virginity? Is that
what you're trying to ask?"

She laughed, and I could tell she was embarrassed. I sighed. I wondered if
I should tell her the truth. The girl was almost sixteen. Why not, I
thought... surely she's no longer a virgin. No girl was, around here. I'd
read in the newspaper at work a few months ago that fourteen was the median
age in this area, for girls to lose their virginity. It hadn't surprised me.

"Darling, I was fourteen," I said. Hell, why not. She deserved the truth. I
wondered if she'd been even fourteen. She'd only been thirteen and a half
when I put her on the pill. I hated to do it, to me that seemed like I was
basically asking her to start screwing, but I had gone ahead, not willing
to allow her to mess up the whole rest of her life with a baby, like I've
said before. Yes, I was fourteen, back when the median age was probably
eighteen. I was ahead of my time.

"Gee whiz, mom," she said, now laughing.

"What?" I said, "I know that's early... I'm not proud of it, but it
happened. I won't say I was forced, but a lot of pressure was put on me, by
Ben, as you know. At the time, I felt like I was ready... I admit I allowed
it, although I felt some guilt... I knew how your grandmother would feel if
she knew..."

"Mom, I know the story," she said, "I just didn't know you were only
fourteen."

Yes, she knew the story. I hadn't hid that from the kids. My uncle Ben was
still in the pen, not from what he did to me, but what he'd done to one of
my cousin's daughters. I freely admit my relationship with him was mostly
consensual. He was good at what he did. He made me feel grown-up, and
important, and sexy. God, he made me feel sexy... I still think of him,
sometimes, when I'm... fucking... he had a powerful grip on my psyche. He
carefully molded and shaped me. A lot of what I am today is because of his
influence. I'm just glad he's stayed in prison all these years, and I
haven't had to guard my daughter from him. Sad to say, my mother did not do
a very good job in that department, allowing me to stay with him overnight,
never suspecting. Sometimes I feel like she wouldn't have cared, even if
she knew. Well, that is unfair... she would care, but she would want to
sweep it under the rug. She wouldn't want to make a fuss. Sex, to her, was
naughty and should not be talked about, even when someone in your family
was a molester.

"Mom..." she went on, "Did you... did you love him?"

"Yes, dear," I replied, wanting to tell her the truth, "He was very careful
and made sure I loved him. And, he was very lovable. I will not lie about
that."

"Thanks, mom," she said. We finished with the dishes, and she sat at the
table, her face in her hands. I looked at her. She was beautiful, even when
she had chocolate cake on her chin. She would break a lot of hearts, in the
coming years.

"Darling," I said, wiping her face with a wet paper towel, "what are you
thinking? What brought this up?"

"Mom..." her lip trembled, and I almost thought she was going to burst into
tears.

"Oh, darling, what is it?" I said, and sat beside her. I put my arm around
her shoulder.

"Mom... like I said, I don't want you to be mad..." she said again,
snuffling, "But all my friends... have had their cherries popped... I'm the
last..." Tears did come then, and I almost cried with her. But, I was
surprised. She was still a virgin?

"Darling," I said, hugging her, "That's nothing to be ashamed of. You
should be proud. That's something very special to still have. Someday
you're going to make some lucky young man very happy. I hope it's special
for you, special and wonderful."

"I just feel... left out," she said, sighing. I laughed.

"Darling, there's nothing to feel left out about. Sex is fun and part of
life, but it's not a necessity... I've proved that, over the years." I
hoped to get a smile out of her with that, but it went over her head. I
continued. "So what if your friends have done it. Your time will come, and
hopefully it will be magical and special and all that. I hope it is, I have
high hopes for you, darlin'..."

I did. I wanted it to be special for her. I idly wondered if Brian could
make it that special. If appearances were any judge, he could.

"So, when do you think I should do it?" she said. She still seemed to have
missed my point.

"Kris, dear," I said, slightly exasperated. "There's not a right time, per
se. Just when you feel ready, and the right guy comes along, a guy who
treats you right, and respects you, and whom you love very much... enough
to give something special to. Your virginity is very special, it's
literally a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Please don't waste it, darling."

She was silent for a moment. Finally she said, "Do you think Brian is
special enough?"

I sighed. This was not exactly going where I'd intended.

"Honey, I don't know, that's something you're going to have to decide. I'm
your mother, but I'm not going to decide who... who pops your cherry." We
both laughed at that. I wondered if it was over.

I wondered about Brian, about the level of his experience. Shit, I'd just
ask.

"Honey... has Brian... will you be his first?" I asked, and she nodded
seriously.

"Yes! We've.... we've..." she colored nicely. "We've played around some,
but we haven't gone... all the way."

I nodded.

"Will you be mad at me if I do?" she asked. It wasn't over. I sighed again.

"No dear, if I somehow find out, I won't be. Darling... I appreciate your
openness with me, and sharing this stuff... but you don't have to keep me
clued in to the state of your... hymen..."

"Why? Will it upset you?"

"It will upset me that my little girl isn't little any more. Kirsten...
nothing you do will alienate my affection for you. I won't care, one way or
the other... except, I do want you to think seriously before you do
anything. Like I said, don't just throw it away. In the old days, girls
were still virgins when they married. There is something to be said for
that, although, I admit, I wasn't... but think about your perception of
yourself, and your... self respect, to use a tired old phrase. Don't do it
just to fit in, or because all the other girls have. Do it because you love
someone, and you love yourself. And, like I said, make it something to
remember."

"Doesn't it hurt?" she asked, and I nodded.

"It can, and usually does, when the hymen is torn. But not every girl has a
hymen. Things like gymnastics and stretching can tear it prematurely. It's
not a given."

"Did it hurt for you?"

"Yes, frankly, it hurt like hell. But just for a little bit. I must have
had a tight hymen."

"Mom... do I have... a hynem?"

I laughed. "Hymen, darling. Also called maidenhead. We've talked about this
before, darlin'... remember? I have no idea, I haven't seen you down there
since... well, in years. I assume you do. You should be able to tell... if
one or two... fingers won't go, you probably do..."

She colored nicely. I laughed to myself. Talking with my daughter about
sticking a finger in her twat... what a nice dinner table conversation.

"I'm afraid it will hurt, though," she said thoughtfully. I understood.

"You'll deal with it, if it does. It's just part of life. I have heard of
girls having to have surgery to help them along, down there... do I need to
make an appointment with Doctor Needle?"

She laughed and shook her head. "Mom..." she said, and I could tell again
it was something she didn't want to talk about.

"Yes, dear," I said.

"Mom... would you... would you look?"

That shocked the holy hell out of me. I mean, she's not really shy... but
hell, she's almost sixteen. And she wanted me to examine her vagina, her
pussy?

"Darling," I said, "I'm very serious. I can make you an appointment, and
the doctor can reassure you. He's seen you down there already, remember? I
think if you were impossibly small, he would have at least said something
to me, at that time. I don't think you have anything to worry about."

While I said this, I had a thought squirm through my brain... not really a
wicked thought, but a slightly... improper one. Yeah, I thought to myself,
I'd like a look at that. Not because it's a pussy, but because it's my
daughter. I'd like one last glimpse of her, before she became a woman. I
loved her when she was a child, I'd spread her little lips more than once
and looked into her simple childish beauty, marveling at what it was and
what it would become, someday. That someday was now, and I'd like to see it
again. Call me weird. I wanted to see her pussy.

"You don't have to make an appointment..." she said. "It's not that big a
deal. I just wondered."

"Darling..." I said, "I think I understand. Here, pull your shorts and
panties down, and let me have a quick peek. I think I can tell you, at
least, if it's going to be a big problem."

She looked embarrassed, but slowly unsnapped her shorts, and slid them and
her panties down. She sat back in her chair, and spread her legs. I
squatted, placing my hands on her upper legs.

And she was shaven! That surprised me more than anything. She shaved her
pussy? At fifteen years old? And she was still a virgin? Did she shave it
for herself, then? What else reason would there be? I shaved, and I admit,
at this stage, it was mostly for myself... I didn't like matted tangled
pubic hair, although I'm blonde and it wasn't that thick... shaving just
seems so much neater or something...

"Baby, I didn't know you shaved..." I said, not wanting to make a major
issue out of it. I was curious what she'd say, though.

"Mom, everyone shaves. I couldn't go in the locker room, if I didn't
shave," she said, and I nodded.

"I see," I said, leaning close, surveying her smooth little pussy. I took
my thumbs, and delicately pulled her pussy lips back, exposing her slit. I
could see a little hymen, and it looked fairly tight. I didn't think she'd
have any problem, though... any problem taking a cock, I told myself,
feeling a naughty thrill just from thinking that. I'm looking at my
daughter's pussy, I told myself, feeling another naughty thrill. I was
almost shocked at myself. Am I a pervert? I wondered. I spread her a little
further, and leaned in closer, like I was looking. I drew a silent sniff
through my nostrils, and smelled her light scent. Oh, she smelled good... I
felt my own pussy begin to ooze.

Okay, since this whole story is about confessions, here's one for the
books. I have a dear friend, a woman named Jean, whom I have worked with
for over ten years. I have, over the years, felt a stronger and stronger
attraction to her, and it's been reciprocated. I know she likes me, and I
like her, but we both kind of kept our distance... until recently. After a
business trip several months ago, we had taken a further step in our
relationship. One Saturday night she invited me to her house. We made out
on her couch, and I spent the night in her bed. It was everything I'd hoped
for, and more. She was sweet and gentle with me, and I'm guessing I wasn't
her first. I don't think I'm a lesbian, but I love her very much, and she
has helped me through a difficult time in my life, when I felt all alone. I
love her for that. I love her physically, in a way that's hard to explain.
We have a great friendship, and a kind of cerebral logical love because of
that friendship, but the physical side of it is incredible. She brought out
things deep inside me that I never dreamed I possessed. Making love to her
is almost a spiritual experience for me. And the smells and tastes of her
body drive me totally fucking insane. Enough said.

So, smelling my beautiful daughter's cute little pussy was also almost a
holy experience. And a damn sexy one. I thought of Jean, of what I did to
her just a week ago, and I felt a longing, a sadness that I couldn't just
bury my face in this sweet little cunt, like I had Jean's. Like I said, I'm
not a lesbian, but I do like pussy, although I've only ever sampled one
other than my own. Secretly, I love the taste and smell of myself... maybe
I am part lezzie, I don't know.

I had an overpowering urge to at least kiss her little cunt, but I didn't.
I was down here to check her hymen. I carefully fitted my index finger into
her cunt, feeling her tight hymen circle it. Her sexy little clit stood
proudly, above my questing finger, and it was all I could do not to stroke
it. I didn't push inside her with my finger, though I was tempted. It was
an emotional experience, and highly sexual for me, and I felt my own cunt
oozing juice even more. How I wished that it was my tongue instead of my
finger. I shook my head at myself. What was I turning into? Crazy, just
plain crazy. I needed to stop, before I did something I regretted.

Finally, I let her little lips flop back together, and scraped the top of
my knuckle across her clit, hoping it would seem like an accident. I leaned
back and looked up at her. She looked down, almost puzzled.

"Honey," I said, "I don't think you'll..."

"Oh, holy shit!" a loud voice said. We both jumped guiltily. I looked at
the door. All I saw was the back of Rodney's head as he turned and went
back in the hall. I'm sure it looked weirder than shit to him, me on my
knees, my head down, less than a foot from Kirsten's bare spread-eagled
pussy. Shit, I thought, shit. Why didn't we go to the bathroom?

"Mom..." Kirsten was actually giggling, instead of freaking out. That was a
relief, at least. "Mom, you're gonna have some 'splainin' to do..."

"Well, so be it," I said, standing. "Kirsten, your pussy looks just fine. I
don't think you'll have a problem. There will probably be some discomfort,
but I think you'll be brave and manage just fine.

Kirsten stood, and pulled her shorts and panties back up. My peep show was
over. A thought occurred to me at that time about Brian. The kid was big,
for a tenth grader. The football coach had gone ga-ga over him, he could
throw and run, in spite of being big. I wondered just how big he was. And
if he was big... all over. My poor baby might be in some pain, I thought,
if his dick is as big as his muscles. Another thought stole into my head,
and gave me a little thrill. Maybe, I thought, just maybe a little
detective work is in order. I wondered how to make it happen.


                              --==+==--


That night, after Kirsten had kissed me goodnight and toddled off to bed, I
waited thirty minutes or so, changing into my nightgown while I waited.
After I was sure she was asleep, I went up the stairs to the loft, where
Rodney sleeps. I knew he'd still be awake, he always watched the Tonight
Show, and sure enough his little TV was on. He didn't say a word, he just
nodded at me.

Rodney and I have a peculiar relationship. I know he loves me, and I love
him dearly. He's my son, he came into this world through my vagina. He was
difficult to carry, and difficult to birth, even though he was my second.
We are close, without being clingy. Just like tonight... I hug and kiss
Kirsten every night, and send her off to bed. But I don't see Rodney until
the next morning at breakfast. None of that lovey-dovey shit. It's just the
way he is, and I've changed my habits to suit him. I suppose I have spoiled
him, probably even more than I have Kirsten. I apologize to the world. He
probably has a bit of a god complex... he's handsome, rangy and slim, and I
know, even though he's just in ninth grade, I know he's good with the
ladies. He's had a steady string of girlfriends, since he was nine or ten.
He's almost a joke in the family, my parents call him "Casanova" at times.
Kirsten calls him "The Love Bug." I know beyond the shadow of doubt Rodney
is not a virgin. I have found condom wrappers in his jeans, when I do
laundry. I'm sure he's not using them for water balloons.

"Rod, honey," I said, seating myself on the couch next to him. He slowly
turned, and looked at me.

"What you saw..." I said, and he snorted and said, "Lord!"

"Rodney, I was reassuring your sister. She was worried about... girl stuff.
Thank you for understanding."

He laughed.

"It's okay, Mom," he said, "It just surprised me. I wasn't expecting it."

"Good," I said, thinking.

"Rodney..." I said. He turned back to look at me.

"What do you know about Brian?" I asked him. He looked a little puzzled.

"What do you mean?" he asked. "I mean, I know him, I see him at school, he
seems like a pretty nice guy, and he's never kicked my ass before."

"Rod, honey," I said, exasperated. "You really need to get a grip on your
language. I do not want Gram and Pop-pop ever hearing you talk like that.
Or like what you said in the kitchen."

He laughed at me, the cheeky little bastard. "Aww, Mom, that's just the way
people talk nowdays. And you know I won't, I'm careful 'round them."

"Thank you," I said. I wondered how to approach the subject of Brian's...
manliness.

"Rod. Have you ever seen Brian in the showers?"

"Hell yeah," he seemed puzzled again. "All the time. I mean, I'm just third
string, but we all shower together."

Sigh. This might be tricky. So I just blabbed it out.

"Is he... his, uhm, his penis... is he large?" I said, wincing to myself as
the words came out. Rodney just stared at me, his mouth open.

"Mom," he finally said. "You're asking me about Brian's... dick?"

I giggled, unable to stop myself. Yes, I thought, I am. I sat up and
turned, facing him, putting my right leg up on the couch.

"Rod... I just wanna know, if he and Kirsten ever... become involved... I
just want to be sure he's not going to hurt her."

Rodney shook his head. "I cannot effin' believe this," he finally said.

"Rod, it's not that big a deal. I'm just looking out for my little girl," I
said, still giggling. I was pleased that I'd managed to freak him out. He
does it to me all the time, I thought, it's about time I got one in on him.

"Mom... I hate to disappoint you, but in the showers... guys are, uhm.
Soft." he said. I giggled yet again.

He went on. "I'm sure to you women it's exciting to think of a roomful of
sweaty ball players, walking around with big hard cocks." I felt a stab
through my cunt, when he said "cock." I was hot and getting hotter. Hearing
my son say words like that was hard on me. He continued. "It's not all hard
dicks and fat pricks, Mom. Any guy would get his ass kicked if he got a
hard-on in the showers. I can't tell you how big Brian is, because I've
only seen him soft."

I laughed out loud. This was ridiculous. I could tell Rodney was way over
being embarrassed. He seemed to be enjoying it, now.

He went on. "I guess I could invite him to a circle-jerk..." he said,
tapping his lip with his finger, acting like he was thinking. I slugged him
in the arm.

It was sexy, though. I felt a naughty kinship with him, sharing secrets and
nasty thoughts like we were. I stared at him, and wondered, for the first
time ever, just how well Rodney... was endowed. His dad was nothing to crow
about... Steven was probably a bit below normal, in the cock department...
just another disappointment I knew about beforehand, but settled for. My
dad, however... my dad had a monster. I had seen it, more than once, though
he was careful and always proper with me. The tiny trailer house we had
lived in for a while made privacy difficult, in my early years. And I
realize it may not have been all that big... but to a little girl it just
looked huge. In my mind he was massive. And I have heard that you inherit
cock size from your mother's side. I hoped for Rodney's sake he was built
like my dad, and not his.

I sighed. This had not gone well. It had been funny, though.

"Rodney," I finally said, standing. "Just forget I asked. Goodnight."


                              --==+==--


I was almost asleep. The phone rang. I picked it up, looking at the caller
ID. It was Jean, thank god.

"Dawn!"

"What, honey?" I said.

"I... I miss you..."

"Awww... I miss you too..."

"When can I see you?"

"Whenever, darlin'... tell me when and where."

"Awww, shit. I gotta go to my folk's tomorrow tonight. Dinner and a movie."

"Shit. Thursday night?"

"Shit again. Thursday night is book club night."

"Well... there's always Friday night..."

"Friday night is our night anyway. I guess it'll have to do..."

"I wish you lived closer."

"I wish you lived closer."

"Maybe we can steal a few minutes at work tomorrow, in the broom closet."

"Yeah... or the ladies room... Dawn, be in the upstairs restroom at ten
sharp... last stall on the left... you can sit on my lap so no one can see
your feet..."

"Hee hee... okay... are you sure there ain't no cameras in there?"

"I know Staci from security pretty well... she says there ain't..."

"Pretty well, huh... you cheatin' on me?"

"Heh... not recently... we were pretty close, at one time... of course
she's a lez, she's a cop... all lady cops are lezzies..."

"I bet... I do miss you, darlin'..."

"I know... I miss you too..."

"What you got planned this weekend? Should I pack a bag?"

"Hell yeah. I ain't doin' nothin' but you, this weekend."

"Thanks. I'll come prepared to stay..."

"Kids okay?"

"Yeah... kinda... funny shit goin' on, though..."

"Funny like what?"

"Kirsten is in the middle of a crisis, on when and where she should lose
her cherry."

"Oh god. I don't miss those years. Thank god mine are grown and out of the
house."

"It's very sweet, really. I think she'll do okay. I gave her the green
light, basically. No sense in trying to stop the inevitable."

"Yeah, kids grow up fast, nowdays."

"Yeah."

"What's her boyfriend's name? Byron?"

"Brian. I think he'll do her okay. And... I know this sounds kinky..."

"What?"

"I've kinda got this idea... to, uhm... to audition him."

"Haw haw haw... you meant try him out? See if he's fit to deflower your
kid?"

"No, I won't fuck him... she says he's still a virgin too, if you can
believe there's one still left. I want her to be his first, too. I want
that to kinda cement them together. I just want to talk to him, to make
sure he knows enough to do my baby right. I think he will, I've actually
got a lot of confidence in him."

"Yes, mama is looking out for her little baby. Are you gonna check out his
package?"

"I knew you'd ask that. I'm thinkin' about it. She's got a tight little
cunt, and I don't want him to hurt her, if he's a monster."

"She's got a... she does? You've looked?"

"Yes, crazy as that sounds. The other day, after dinner, she asked me to
look. She has the sweetest little cunt ever, I just wanted to gobble it up."

"Oh, god, you pervert... I bet, though... she's a sweetheart. I bet it was
cute."

"Cute as fuck. And it smelled great. It made me wetter than shit."

"Shit, you lucky bitch."

"And, get this. My face is in her cunt, checkin' her out an' shit, and
Rodney walks in. He's like, oh fuck, turns around and leaves. It was
funnier than shit."

"Hah hah... you guys are a riot..."

"Yeah, nuttin' but sex sex sex, at the Hardesty household."

"God, you bitch. You are makin' me so horny..."

"You were horny when you called. I bet your index finger smells like
cunt..."

"Shit, baby... I haven't started yet..."

"Start, then. Put your finger on it..."

"Fuck. Are you naked?"

"Hell yeah. I'm in bed. Fuck yeah I'm naked."

"Stick your fucking finger in it. Pretend it's my tongue."

"Fuck, baby..."

"Squeeze your clit for me. Smash that fucker..."

"Fuck, baby!"

"I gotta see you! Fuck! I gotta see you!"

"Fuck, Jean, it's eleven at night..."

"Can you leave the kids?"

"Hell yeah, they're almost grown, remember?"

"You know that Gas 'n Go on 276? Can you meet me there? That's the halfway
point. We can make out and you can be back home by one."

"What, and make out in your car? Like fucking teenagers?"

"Hell yeah. We'll park behind the building. Nobody will notice. Or care."

"Fuck, baby. Gimme fifteen. I'll call you when I'm close."

"'Bye, darlin. See you in fifteen."

"'Bye"


                              --==+==--


It took a week. Kirsten moped around the house, finally brightening up by
the weekend. She had a two day seminar in Dellwood, a band thing, Friday
and Saturday. She came home at night, but was gone all day. One night that
week while she was in the shower, I snuck into her room and picked up her
phone. Thank god it wasn't passworded. I found Brian's number, put it in my
phone, and carefully replaced hers.

I spent Friday night with Jean, like I always do. We just ate each other
alive, there is just something about the woman that drives me insane. We
fucked all night, slept 'til almost noon, showered, and I drove home. I
knew I had plenty of time. Kirsten wouldn't be home until past six. I
dialed Brian's number.

"Hello," he said. I knew he would see me, on his caller ID.

"Brian. This is Dawn, Kirsten's mother." I said.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said. What a perfect gentleman. God, I hoped some of his
manners rubbed off on her.

"Brian... this is not a big deal," Really it was, but I didn't want to
scare him off, "I need to talk to you... about Kirsten. Like I said, it's
not an emergency or anything, I just want to explain a few things to you.
Can you maybe come over sometimes this afternoon?"

"Uh..." I could tell he was puzzled. "Yes, ma'am... I can come over now...
is that okay?"

"Yes, please. I'll be here."

I hung up, wondering how I was going to do this. I was as interested as
anyone in how this would play out. I almost felt like a spectator.

I realize now, in retrospect, that my subconscious had bigger plans than
just talking to him about popping her cherry. I dressed in a tight little
pair of white shorts, and a sleeveless shirt. Once again, like I often do
nowdays, I didn't put on panties. I had gotten used to not wearing panties
recently. I liked the freedom of it, and the innate sexiness of it. It
turned me on to no end, at the close of the day, to strip my slacks off and
see the gummy white residue of a day's worth of pussy juice in the crotch
of my pants. I have no idea why that is. Call me weird.

I brushed my hair, and checked myself in the mirror. I looked good. I still
look good, for a middle-aged bitch... I have held it well, I thought.  It
was the weekend, I didn't even have any makeup on... but I was pleased with
what I saw. I don't really need makeup... and I like that fresh-scrubbed
look. I kissed myself in the mirror, and went downstairs.

Brian made it over, in record time. I knew he lived close. I let him in,
and led him to the living room. He was dressed in shorts, and a nice white
shirt. I seated him on the couch, and sat beside him, with a nice
reassuring "safe" distance between us.

"Brian..." I started, wishing I'd given this some more thought. "Brian,
before we start, I'd like to say to you that I think you're a very nice
young man. Your parents should be proud, and you can tell them I said that.
You are gentle and sweet with Kirsten, and respectful of her. I appreciate
that. I wish I would have been so lucky at her age. You are still young,
and she is also. None of us have any idea what the future holds, and if
you'll still be together, years from now. Whatever happens, I will be happy
and proud to have you in my family, if it happens. Don't worry, I'm not
pressuring you to marry her or anything."

He got progressively more "deer-in-the-headlights" as I blabbed on. I'm
sure he thought ultimately I was going to warn him away from my daughter. I
could tell he was nervous when he walked in the door, and this didn't seem
to be reassuring him any.

"Come on, cheer up," I said, patting him on the leg. "This is not bad news."

He smiled weakly. I wondered if he thought I was crazy or something.

"Anyway... I just wanted to talk to you about... something Kirsten talked
to me about. She's... I think she's feeling a lot of pressure, from her
peer group. All the girls she knows... have lost their... virginity, by
now. I think she feels left out..."

"Mrs. Hardesty!" he interrupted, sitting forward. "I have never! I would
never..."

"Brian!" I laughed, "Don't say never! You might be expected to do it,
before this is over!"

I'm not sure if he understood what I meant. He sat there, gulping air
through his mouth like a fish. I felt sorry for him.

"Brian, I'm saying you may be expected... or pressured into having to
decide. By her. I'm going to tell you what I told her. Follow your
instinct. If you don't feel like the time is right, don't do it. She'll
just have to wait, if that's the case, and if you're the right one, she
will wait for you. If you feel confident enough, and you feel like you can
make it special for her, I give my okay to go ahead. I'm not gonna freak
out or chop your dick off or anything. I accept this as inevitable, as part
of the growing process. I hope for the best for the two of you, and I hope
you make it as a couple. Am I getting through?"

He nodded slowly, and seemed to be thinking.

"If you do, I just want you to take it slow, and make it something she can
remember with pleasure the rest of her life. Don't just give her a quickie
in the back seat of a car. I'll let you guys stay here, or rent you a room.
I know that's probably a bit too liberal, but I want my daughter to be
happy. I want her to have happy memories of this, when she's an old lady
like me."

"I... I understand, I think..." he said at last. "Mrs. Hardesty... Kirsten
and I have talked... we are gonna be together, forever... we love each
other very much... I love her... I love her more than I can say. I want
what you want, I want the best for her. Thank you, thank you for
understanding... you are the coolest, ever. Thank you."

I laid my hand on his shoulder. "Brian," I said, "I know you'll do the
right thing. I have confidence in you. Thank you, thank you for being such
a nice young man. I feel like my daughter is safe, with you."

He seemed to relax, then, leaning back. Good, I thought.

Okay, here comes the part that I shouldn't be proud of, but I am. I am
proud, this time, of what I didn't do, instead of what I did. I had
thought, all morning about this. About asking him this. And what he'd do.
And then what I might do. If he has a monster, I thought, how will I stop
myself? How will I just sit there, and look? I know I'm a cock-crazy bitch.
You might not think that, what with the shit about Jean I've said, but I
am. I like the cock. A lot. Peter, the man I met at the beach, had a nice
one. The nicest I've ever seen. I still dream about it. It filled me and
fulfilled me, and left me wanting more. I still have plans, for Peter and
his peter. I'm just biding my time. But this boy... I wanted to see his
cock. Not just for my daughter's benefit, to see if she could take him... I
wanted to see him, for me. I had a feeling he was a beast. I just had a
feeling.

"Brian," I finally said. "I know this is way out of line. If you say no, I
won't blame you, and we'll never speak of it again. Most of all, don't let
anything I say or do negatively affect your relationship with Kirsten.
That's what's most important. I don't want you to think I'm encouraging you
to sneak around behind her back. I love my daughter, and want what's best
for her. But this is something... something I want some reassurance on."

He nodded, puzzlement on his face.

"Brian... I examined Kirsten, the other night... just to see if... if there
would be any problems. I don't think there will be. May I... just for a
moment, may I... see you?"

He really looked confused then.

"See... me?" he finally asked.

I took a deep breath, and took the plunge. "Yes, may I see your... penis?
Your... cock?"

I watched the puzzlement on his face slowly fade. Comprehension dawned,
like a slow light bulb turning on. He sat forward, a tight little smile on
his face.

"Sure..." he said. "Why not?" As shy as he'd seemed earlier, I couldn't
believe the change that now seemed to come over him. And what boy, I
thought, doesn't like to show his cock off to his girlfriend's mom?

He stood, and unzipped his zipper. He didn't pull his pants down, he just
pulled his soft cock through the slit, pulling his balls out also. His cock
wasn't totally soft, and I could tell it was hardening rapidly.

I was right, I told myself. Even soft, there was no doubt. He had a nice
one. And those fat round balls! I remembered Peter's cock, in those rare
moment's when it had been soft. Peter had a nice cock, and this one seemed
no different. I felt the cock-trance take control of my body. Do not, I
told myself, whatever you do, do not jeopardize this young man and your
daughter's relationship. No suckee, no fuckee. You may touch, but just to
get it hard. Just to see how big it actually is.

I know that I was just justifying touching it, but like I said, I'm still
proud of what I didn't do, that day. I am well aware of how skewed my sense
of right and wrong has become, over the years. But I felt like I did the
right thing, that time.

My trembling hand touched his hardening cock, and circled the shaft. I
gently tugged on it, and I heard him groan above me.

"Brian," I said, trying to sound remote and clinical. "You have a very nice
penis. You should be proud. You are twice the man my husband is. Kirsten is
a very lucky girl." I was getting used to saying that "twice the man" thing
about my husband. I'd said something identical to Peter, a few months ago.
Sad, but true.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hardesty," he said, and I almost giggled. I felt a pang of
regret, at this new, more righteous person I had become. My mouth
salivated. I wanted to feel that big tube of flesh in my mouth, against my
tongue. I wanted to inhale it. The feel of his massiveness in my hand was
unreal. What a lucky girl she is, I thought again. I did wonder, for a
moment, how bad it would hurt. Brian's cock was every bit as long as
Peter's, but maybe not quite as big around. I knew girth was what hurt,
when the hymen was torn. I hoped for the best for the girl. I'd mention
again having a doctor snip it. I'd give her the choice at least.
Although... I couldn't exactly explain why, I couldn't say I'd actually
seen Brian's cock.

And, honestly. I know it's not all about size. I've had guys smaller than
Steven, even... and I've been totally satisfied by them. It's not the meat
but the motion, like that song says. It's all in the skill of the operator.
But a nice fat one helps, and is... aesthetically pleasing, or something.
And this one, like Peter's, made my eyes bug out.

It's time to stop, I said mentally. He was as big as he'd ever get.
Remember this, I told myself, remember the feel of him. Whatever happens,
whether he becomes part of the family or not... remember the feeling of
him, in your hand. I almost cried. I wanted so bad to lean forward, and
take him in my mouth... or better yet, to to lay back, and have him plunge
himself deep into my cunt. I wanted to suck his balls. I even wanted to
lick his fucking asshole, for god's sake. Shit, I thought, the next few
hours are gonna be rough. It just wouldn't be fair to Kirsten, I had to
remind myself.

He seemed content to stand there, and let me stroke him. I realized I was
almost hypnotized, and forced myself to return to reality. I took a
shuddering breath.

"Brian... darling..." I said, circling the cap of his cock with my fingers,
rotating my hand slightly. I could tell from the way his body jerked that
it felt good when I did that. I went on. "We will keep no secrets from
Kirsten, other than this. We didn't really do anything, but I'm not sure
she'd understand. Okay?"

I looked up at him. He took a gasping breath, and said "Okay!" I leaned in,
wetting my lips, and kissed his cock, right on the cap. No idea why. I
guess I was kissing it goodbye. He gave a funny little snort, and I pulled
away. And, shit fire, out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. I turned
my head, and from the hall, for a fraction of a second, Rodney met my eye.
He turned away, silently heading upstairs. Shit, that sneaky little fucker,
I thought, how does he do that?

"Zip it up, honey. We are through." I said, as sad as I was to see it go.
He did, rearranging his hardness, somehow getting it all back in his pants.
I stood, and he stood before me awkwardly. I just seized him, and hugged
him to my body. I felt his hesitant hands on my back.

"Brian... thank you..." I said, whispering in his ear. "Thank you. If it
happens, I'm sure you'll make her happy, and me proud. Love her, hold her
forever. I have nothing but hope for you two. Most of all, make her happy.
Let her know you love her."

I stared him in the eye, and then we closed, spontaneously. We pressed our
lips together, for way too long. He tasted of youth... youth and summer and
manly men and football and even a little Colgate toothpaste... I loved
kissing him... I could have gone on and on and on. Easy girl, I thought,
easy. You've done good so far. Don't fuck it up on the finish line. I
finally pulled away.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hardesty," he said, almost shyly, and I laughed.

"No, Brian," I said, "Thank you."


                              --==+==--


Once again, in what was becoming a regular occurrence for me, I trekked up
the stairs to Rodney's loft after Kirsten was safely asleep. The TV was
muted when I got there. I think he was waiting for me.

"Rodney," I said, plopping down on the couch beside him. "This spying shit
has really gotten out of hand."

He laughed, a quick little snort. "Mom," he said, "I wasn't spying. I was
basically just walkin' to my room."

"What you saw..." I said, "nothing bad was happening. I just wanted to
see... if Kirsten could take him, without major problems. I was just
checkin' him out."

"Yeah, checkin' him out, and kissin' his cock," he said, laughing. The
cheeky little bastard. I sighed.

"Okay," I said, "I admit the kiss wasn't a necessity. But I appreciated
that he was so willing to show it to me."

"Of course he fuckin' was," said Rodney, laughing. "He's a guy. Guys will
show off to anyone, even their future mother-in-laws. It looked like you
were givin' him a hell of a hand job, for his trouble."

"Rod..." I sighed again, "It's hard to explain. I had to see him hard...
what good would it have done, if he was soft?"

"He was soft?" he asked. "You were starin' at his cock, and it was soft?"

"Well," I said, "I might not have given him enough time to get hard...
before I grabbed it..."

He laughed some more, and shook his head. I wondered what he really thought
of me. I know what I look like, but I wondered what he thought. He's my
kid, and I'd like to think he respects me... a smidgen.

"Anyway," I said, "Kirsten doesn't need to know about it. She wouldn't
understand. And I'm sure you'll keep your big mouth shut, since you love
your sister."

"Yeah, yeah..." he said. He laughed. "What's in it for me?"

"Nothing, you little bastard," I said, laughing. "Just not getting your ass
kicked. Brian is my special friend, now. I'm sure he'd be glad to solve the
problem of you for me."

He shook his head. "Goddam," he said, "One hand job, and you're best
friends. I guess I can see that. I wouldn't be no different."

I wondered... I wondered then and there... some of the things he said... it
was almost like he was asking. I looked down at his crotch. To my surprise,
his shorts were tented up nicely. I could tell he was pretty hard. Why? I
asked myself. Was it what we were talking about... or was it... me? How
interesting. I had never felt this way, before. I had never felt this, from
him. We had nothing but a strict, proper mother-and-son relationship.
Although... lately... we had talked more and more about subjects that most
people would think of as "off-limits." We seemed to have a new openness. I
liked it. I had to admit, it turned me on a little, to be trading
suggestive comments and double entendres with him. It was sexy.

I stood, and he did also. I grabbed him around the neck, held him down at
the side of my body and scrubbed my knuckles into his scalp. He yelped and
struggled and finally pulled free.

"Remember that shit," I said, and went to bed.


                              --==+==--


Steven was home Tuesday night when I got home from work. I was civil to him
at first, and we even made small talk.

"Anything new?" he asked, and I shook my head.

"Not much," I said. "Rodney made the honor roll, to my amazement. And
Kirsten's getting her cherry popped Saturday night."

"What!?" he exclaimed, his face registering shock and maybe even horror. I
giggled to myself.

"Maybe, maybe not. She just told me she was thinking about it."

"Dawn! You can't let her do that!" he exclaimed. I was surprised he cared.

"Steven, you can't stop it. And I can't watch her every hour of the day by
myself. It's just part of life, anyway." I said.

"Well, shit," he said. "Act like you care."

"You act like you care, you goddam son-of-a-bitch." I said. "Come home more
than once a fuckin' week," How fast it came to this. I was almost sad.
Almost.

He just stared at me. Finally he shook his head and turned away.

"I don't have time to fight with you," he said. "I gotta pack some shit.
The Brazelton group is meeting in NYC this weekend, and I gotta be there."

Yeah, I thought sourly. It's only Tuesday, and he's already gone for the
weekend. Truth be known, I was glad he was going to be out of the way. And
truth be known, I'd kinda been spoiling for a fight. It was some kind of
interaction with him, at least.

"Whatever," I said. "Tell her I said hi."

"Who?" he actually had the cojones to look confused.

"Her. You fuckin' know who," I said, turning to leave. At that moment he
said something so staggering, so stupendously profound that it changed my
whole world when I thought it out later. At the time he first said it, that
night in our bedroom, it didn't register. It was hours before it clicked.
Before I realized what he'd meant.

"It's not a her," he'd said, sounding puzzled, and turned back to the
dresser. I left our bedroom in a huff, and headed for the kitchen. He'd
stay out of the kitchen. It was my territory. I'd wait him out. I just
wanted him gone.


                              --==+==--


"Baby." It was Jean. I was okay now, I was through crying, and it cheered
me up to hear her voice.

"What, darlin'?"

"You okay?" Maybe I wasn't that okay, if she could tell over the phone.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Steven was here for a few,"

"Oh, baby," I could hear her sympathy through the line, "I'm sorry."

"S'okay. He's gone."

"Hey, I got us a room at the Belmont, in Woodloch. Two nights. They're
holding it... should I verify?"

Hell yeah. Woodloch was a little resort community, way up in the hills. I
needed that. I was so ready to forget all this shit for a little while. A
weekend in the mountains sounded like fun.

"Oh, goddam, yeah. Verify the fuck outa that shit."

She laughed. "You really okay?"

"I am now."

"Your kids be alright alone all weekend?"

"Hell yeah, they're big kids. They can stay alone. Although... I'm not sure
how alone they'll be..."

"Oh really... you think they'll do it? This weekend?"

"I dunno... Kirsten kept looking at me and smiling, this evening. I think
she's up to something..."

"Well, shit. That would work out perfectly, though."

"Yeah... yeah..."

"What you wearin'?"

"Nothin'. I'm in bed, bitch."

"Damn you go to bed early. I'm just gettin' warmed up."

"Early to bed, you know."

"You gonna... you gonna have some fun, tonight?"

"Thought about it..."

"You still got that... little purple fucker?"

"Hell yeah. It's my favorite toy. It's got fresh batteries, even."

"Shee-it. That bitch made my clit numb, the last time I stayed with you."

"Yeah, it does that. It's a viber-atin' mother-fucker, for sure."

"What you gonna think 'bout?"

"Dunno... any ideas?"

"Uhm... you could think about me..."

"It prolly will be you... Jean... you won't believe this shit."

"What shit?"

"What I did."

"Girl, I will believe anything you tell me, no matter how bat-shit crazy it
is. You just blow my mind, sometimes."

"I got Brian to show me his cock."

"Oh you fuckin' lyin' sack of shit... for real?"

"Hell yeah... and he's a goddam fuckin' monster. Remember Peter?"

"Fuck, girl. Hell yeah I remember... and Brian's that big? Fuck."

"Maybe bigger. Poor Kirsten. That first time's gonna be a bitch... but I'm
sure she'll manage."

"Shit fuck. You saw it hard?"

"Hell yeah. What good would it have done, to see it soft?"

"Hee hee... did you... did you... play?"

"A little. I had to get it hard, to see how big it was."

"Yeah, I bet. It wasn't gettin' hard on it's own?"

"Not fast enough, no."

"Hee hee... you fuckin' bitch... you goddam fuckin' sneaky-ass little
cock-lovin' bitch..."

"I love it when you talk dirty..."

"Did you... did you do anything else?"

"I wanted to, like goddam fuck I wanted to, but I didn't. I just kissed it
goodbye, and he put it up."

"Shee-it. You got the life some of us just dream about. Fuck."

I giggled. "Jean. Get this. Rodney saw me kissing Brian's cock. He peeked
in from the hallway, again."

"Oh, shit. What'd he say? Did you talk to him?"

"Yeah, that night. He's a naughty little boy. He had lots to say. He made
my panties wet."

"Hee hee... have you told Kirsten this shit?"

"Oh hell no. And I made Rodney promise not to tell. And Brian. And you."

"I never see the girl. That won't be a problem."

"Girlfrand... I can't wait 'til this weekend."

"Neither the fuck can I... what the fuck time is it?"

"It's almost one... too late for the Gas 'n Go..."

"Shit. We'll have to meet in the bathroom again. Ten o'clock?"

"Ten o'clock. Good night, darlin'... I love you!"

"I love you!"


                              --==+==--


"Mom..." Kirsten said. We were in the kitchen. I could tell from her tone
of voice something was going on. I looked around. Rodney seemed to have
gone back upstairs, thank god. I was getting a little paranoid about his
ability to magically appear, unannounced.

"Yes, darling?" I said, giving her my full attention.

"Are you gonna... are you gonna do anything this weekend?" she asked.

"Yes, darling, Friday night I'm going with Jean up to Woodloch. Would you
like to go?" I asked that, knowing it was safe. Knowing full well she'd
have no desire to go anywhere with a couple of old fogeys. She surprised
me, though.

Her eyes narrowed. I could see the wheels spinning, in her head. Kirsten is
a smart little cookie. She's no math genius, and probably couldn't build a
nuclear bomb in the basement, but she's smart. She's a different kind of
smart. She had always had a talent, for knowing what she wanted, and
getting it. I had spent many hours hoping, when she was young, that she
chose to use her talents for good and not evil. Anyway, I knew tonight that
something was on her mind.

"Well..." she said, "maybe. Maybe I do wanna go."

That was a surprise. And it kind of fucked up my plans with Jean, but so be
it. My time with Kirsten was rare enough nowdays that I'd give it up, if I
had to. I just hoped Jean would understand.

"Mom..." she was positively squirming, though. "Mom... what you said...
could Brian come? Would you... rent us a room?"

Ah, fuck, I thought. It falls into place. I laughed. True, I had said that.
I would keep my word. And where not a better place, I thought, for her
first time? Hell yeah, I'd rent them a room, with a view of the mountains
and a fucking hot tub and even a vibrating mattress... the fucking works.
Hell yeah. The honeymoon suite, if I could get it. Why the fuck not?

I grabbed her and spun her around. I smashed my mouth against hers, tasting
fried chicken. It was all I could do to keep my tongue out of her mouth. I
loved her so much I thought I would burst.

"Hell yeah, baby!" I said. "Oh, hell yeah!"


                              --==+==--


The weekend was beautiful. I had gotten Brian and Kirsten a room in a
little hotel a block from ours, to give them some privacy. That first night
I got them checked in, we all went and ate, walked the boardwalk, and
finally ended up back in front of their place. I squeezed Kirsten to my
body and whispered in her ear.

"Good luck, baby. I love you. Have fun."

She held me tight, and whispered back, "I will, Mom. I love you. You guys
have fun, too."

I wondered what she really meant by that as we walked away. I'd never
really told her about Jean and I. Did it show? I was happy for the kids,
though. I was really happy. I'd pulled Brian aside in the parking lot, and
whispered, "Just go slow," to him, and he nodded, turning red. He charmed
me, all over again. I hoped it went well. I hoped to shit I didn't get a
panicky call on my cell phone in the middle of the night.

I told Jean that, back at the room, and she laughed at me. "It'll work out
fine," she said. "He seems like a really nice kid."

"He is," I said, "And he's got a bitchin' cock."

She laughed. She turned, and lay down on the bed. I leaned down, and
touched my lips to hers.

"Oh fuck, baby, I love you, I fuckin' love you," she whispered, tears
streaming from her eyes. I held her and dripped tears of my own on her
face. Our lips touched again. God she tasted good. Peppermint pie, yum-yum.
I smashed my tits against hers and she gently bit my lip. I was sad because
I knew there was no way we could get our clothes off fast enough.

"Baby," I commanded, breathing in her face, "Fuck me!"


                              --==+==--


Sunday night we drove down out of the Poconos, and stopped at Jean's to get
my car. Kirsten had ridden down the hill with Brian in his car. She
surprised me at Jean's, though, and got in my car.

"He's gotta go home, and check in," she said, waving her hand in his
direction.

"You think his parents will be mad?" I said. "Two days is a long time."

"Naw, they won't care," she said. "They knew you were going along. We told
them you were chaperoning us. They wouldn't have let him do it, otherwise."

Yeah, I thought, and what a fine job of that I did of that. I rented them a
room where they fucked their silly little brains out for two nights. Still,
I'd have to meet his parents someday, just to congratulate them on raising
a fine young man. I was proud of him. Just from Kirsten's mood and
expressions I could tell the weekend had been a success.

"Honey," I said, "Are you happy?"

"Oh yeah, Mom," she said, leaning over in the seat to kiss me on the side
of the face. "Thank you, Mom, for everything. And for being so cool."

"You're okay, then?" I said. "You don't need to see Doctor Needle?"

She laughed. "Nope, I'm just fine. I'm better than fine."

"Congratulations," I said, "You are a woman now."

"I guess," she said, still laughing.

"Did it hurt?" I asked.

She was silent a moment. "A little," she said. "But after that, it felt
great."

"Yeah," I said. "I bet it did..." I thought about his cock for a moment,
plunging into her sweet little cunt. How interesting it would be, I
thought, to see her again, now. After the... invasion. I hoped it didn't
look to different.

"Mom," she said, serious.

"What?"

"Are you gonna marry Jean? You can do that now, you know."

I spluttered. I guess it was that obvious.

"Honey," I said, "Legally, though not in spirit, I'm still married to your
father. Probably not for much longer. But no, I don't think Jean and I have
that, in our future. She's my best friend forever, after you. She fills a
void in me that I never knew existed. I love her dearly, but I don't think
we will ever be a legal couple. We will probably fuck around forever, but
we won't be a couple."

We giggled, and then she got quiet again. "Why is daddy such a piece of
shit?" she asked, in a reasonable tone of voice. I spluttered again. I'd
never heard the girl cuss, before.

"Darlin', I think that his destiny lies along a different path than mine
does. Maybe than our whole family. I have no idea why he's turned his back
on us. Whatever he's looking for, I hope he finds it."

I didn't really, I actually hoped he was a miserable sack of shit for the
rest of his life. But I said that for her benefit. I thought about him
again. I thought about the revelation of his last words to me the other
night. If it was that simple, why did he turn his back on us? I would have
understood... me of all people... I was practically in the same boat, with
Jean... but I still managed to be the mother of the family. Why had he
stopped being the father?

She sighed. I patted her hand.

"I hope for the best, for you and Brian," I said. "He's very nice, and I'd
be proud to have him in the family, if it works out that way. But, you and
he are still young. Just love him while you can... maybe it'll be forever."

"It will be, Mom," she said. "I know it will be. We love each other that
much."

I hoped it was for their sake.



                              --==+==--


We got home, and Rodney met us at the door.

"Damn you been gone a long time," he said, "I'm starvin'. Fix some food?"

"Rodney," I said, "You can fix your own food. Although you're a guy, it's
allowed. Please do not starve to death, just because you're a lazy-ass."

"Yeah, yeah," he said, and I started the oven. I went in the hall bathroom
to pee, the one he uses, right at the base of the stairway to the loft.
Immediately, I noticed a pair of panties on the floor next to the toilet.
They sure as hell weren't mine. And I knew Kirsten's wouldn't be in this
bathroom, hell, she had her own bathroom. That little philanderer, I
thought. He had a girl over this weekend. Well, hell, it wasn't that big a
deal. I hoped to fuck they'd used protection. I sniffed the panties. At
least the girl smelled good.

Back in the kitchen I tucked the panties in his shirt pocket.

"She forgot these," I said, and was pleased to see him redden nicely. I
laughed. I loved getting shit over on him. I owed him for a lot more than
just that. I slid a pizza into the oven.

"There," I said, "That wasn't so hard, was it?"


                             --==+==--


That night, as had become my habit, I changed into my nightgown, and
trudged up the stairs to the loft. Rodney had the TV on, but he muted the
sound when he heard the creaks of my approach. I flopped down on the couch
beside him, sighing.

Once again, confession time. What follows next will not be pleasant or easy
for me to tell. I am not proud of everything I do. I'm human, and make
mistakes. Time will tell if this was one of them.

I was hornier than shit, when I climbed those stairs. All I'd thought of
all evening was my sweet daughter's precious little cunt, and Brian's proud
hardness plunging through her hymen and into her depths. The thought of
them fucking was burning in my mind, and almost sent me into a frenzy. I
couldn't wait to get in bed, and smash that little purple bitch against my
clit. I was, like I said, horny to excess. My time with Jean this weekend
had been fun, and special. But... Jean was a girl, like me... she lacked
one crucial... protuberance. I'd spent the weekend getting sucked and
fucked by her, but I was still hornier than hell.

"Well," I said, trying to control myself and act normally. "My mission is a
success. I must return to the mothership. Is there anything you need to
know before I go?"

He laughed. "Did my big sister get her cherry popped?" he asked, and I
nodded.

"I believe it was a resounding success," I said. "It popped so loudly I
heard it a block away."

"Mom..." he said, "Thanks for not being pissed at me. So can I bring girls
up here now?"

"Rodney," I said. The urge to fuck with him was irresistible. "You can
bring any girl you want home. I'll just check every now and then, to see if
you want anything from the kitchen or whatever. If your dad is ever at
home, I'll send him up, to."

"Aww, Mom," he said, "That isn't fair. There ain't no doors up here.
Anybody can climb right up, into my bedroom."

"You knew that years ago, when you wanted the loft," I said. I laughed at
him. I didn't have to think too hard about it. Actually, I would rather he
did it here instead of being out in a field somewhere, or in the back seat
of a car at the lake.

"Rodney," I said. "You are almost a big boy now. You may bring girls home,
and bring them up here. I won't interfere, or snoop. I'll try and give you
privacy. Just be careful, and for god's sake, use prevention. Kirsten and I
will both avoid this end of the house when you've got company. Or better
yet, do it on Friday or Saturday nights, when she's out with Brian, and I'm
at Jean's."

He laughed, a short laugh. "We'll see... thanks," he said. I wondered if
he'd had more than just one girl over. I wondered where he did his...
little romances. I'd certainly never caught him at it. I'd hardly ever seen
him with a girl.

Another thought did occur to me, about that time. Yes, I could give him
something special... something for him to remember... I laughed to myself.
What a slutty old bitch I'm turning into, I thought... thinking that...
about my son...

While I was thinking all this, he turned slightly and re-arranged his
position on the couch. He was leaning against the couch, supported by his
shoulders and his butt, his body a long angular straight line. His head was
turned, and I saw him look down at me. Down at my lap, just a quick glance,
one of those subconscious things you do, just being aware of the
environment around you. His reaction was what got my attention.

I literally saw him freeze. In that frozen state, he looked back up at me,
and his eyes had a wild, crazy, rabbit-in-the-headlights look. I wondered
what had happened, at the same time that I knew what had happened. Oh,
shit, I thought. I had stripped, and dropped my nightgown over my head. I
was anticipating a nice long masturbation session tonight, after I went to
bed. I hadn't put any panties on, for that very reason. Shit, I thought. My
cunt is showing.

I didn't dare look down. I was sitting, facing him, my right leg up on the
couch, my left knee over my right ankle. I was pretty spread, I could feel
the spread, I could feel the tendons in the crease of my legs stretching. I
knew my pussy was pretty spread out, if it was showing. I tried to feel air
on it, if it was that exposed. His eyes still bored into mine, his eyelids
wide opened. He was still frozen. I could not stand it. I had to look.

I looked down for an instant. I couldn't see that well, being slightly
behind it, but it looked like my nightgown was pulled up pretty far, and at
least the bottom half of my cunt was exposed. Shit. I looked back up. And
now he knows I know, I thought. I wondered what to do. I didn't want to
make a big fuss over it. So I'd flashed him. So what. It was an accident.

I could have taken the high road, at that point. I could have demurely
covered myself, my face turning red, stood and gone to bed. I almost wish I
could say I did that. What tiny moments our lives pivot on. What minuscule
fulcrums bear the weight of our sins.

Instead, I did the worst possible thing I have probably done in my life, up
until that point. I reached down, took the hem of my nightgown, and lifted
it, curling it under so it stayed high. I could see that he saw me do it,
from his peripheral vision. His eyes stayed stuck to mine. It was like he
didn't dare look down. I felt a rush of incredible power, at that moment.
It was only superseded by the blast of raw lusty horniness that slammed
through my body.

The thought did occur to me, at that moment... stop! what are you doing...
are you crazy, bitch? I was, though. I was out of my mind. I hadn't had a
man in... in months. Since Peter, down in Miami. Sure, I've fucked around
with Jean every weekend, but, like I said, I'm not really a lesbian. I like
cocks. So sue me. I like cocks.

Getting through this whole deal with Kirsten had been hard on me, I
realized. It had left me high and dry, so to speak. Hot and horny, my time
with Jean notwithstanding. It seemed unfair to me, after it was all over,
that I was left with nothing. This... what I had just done, and was doing
now... it seemed natural, it seemed like a release for me... a release of
tension, now that my work was finished. A reward, if you must.

"Rod, honey..." I said, without any idea what I was going to say. Look at
the TV, I thought to myself. Don't meet his eyes. Let him look at you, if
he wants to. At this point, I wasn't sure how he felt about me... sexually.
I mean, I'm a girl, and I know he likes girls... but a lifetime of
conditioning is hard to break. I was struggling with it, myself. What if I
was disgusting him? I am, after all, his mother. What if my cunt looked
just plain nasty to him, because I'm his mother? Oh, I thought, surely
not... I know have a sweet little cunt... surely he'd at least like a
peek...

As my eyes moved to the TV, I was aware of something... something in his
pants. All he had on was thin pajama bottoms, and sweet jeezus... what a
fucking tent pole he had made. I could almost see the outline of the head
of his cock through the thin material. The cloth didn't allow it to stand
straight up, it was at an angle to his body... but, damn. It looked like a
monster. I felt vindicated, and I was glad for him. I could tell he had a
good one. My son, I thought, my son has a nice cock. And it's hard, because
of me.

I could tell he was staring down at me. I could almost see his head facing
downwards, from my peripheral vision. I knew he was staring at my cunt.

"Rodney," I said again, hollowly. He made a "um" noise, rising in pitch. It
sounded like an assent. I continued. "Rodney, dear child. Ultimately... in
the real world... it is all about hard dicks and fat pricks, as you once
said to me. I'm glad you seem able to... hold your own, in that department."

I turned and looked at him. He was staring down at my cunt, unashamedly. I
saw a furtive movement of his hand, as it crept towards the lump in his
pajama bottoms.

"Huh?" he said, not seeming to understand me. I wondered if he was capable
of coherent thought, at this stage.

"Rodney," I said. "I mean that I'm glad you've got a big cock. You're
welcome."

He snorted and I laughed giddily. The whole thing had an air of unreality
about it. It was surreal. I am staring at my son's hard-on, I told myself,
while he stares at my bare cunt. I tried one last time to shake myself out
of the trance that I seemed to be in. What the fuck, I said to myself, what
the holy goddam fucking fuck is wrong with you?

But nothing, that night, seemed wrong, though I knew it was. The rightness
of what I was doing seemed plain and obvious. Just a moment of his time, I
thought. Just a stolen moment, on his road to adulthood. Please god, if you
exist, let him remember me kindly, when he's a man and I'm an old lady. I
knew, at that moment, what the ultimate outcome of this was going to be. I
knew that my son, my sweet young son, barely a teenager... I knew that he
was going to fuck me. It was as inevitable as the sun coming up tomorrow
morning. My cunt knew it, and began to produce fluid at a prodigious rate.
I felt wet, and I wondered if he could already see the white liquid at the
mouth of my cunt. I hoped he could. I hoped he knew it was all about him.

"Rodney..." I whispered, just to say his name. His head moved closer to me,
to hear me. I think it was an unconscious movement. He was staring into my
eyes, now, almost pleading, it seemed like. One of his eyes flickered. I'd
seen that before, when he was nervous, or excited. It endeared me to him.
The burst of love I felt for him blasted past the lust I had felt, just a
few moments ago. I owe him this, I thought, I need to show him how much I
love him. I need to give him a taste of my love. I know, looking back, that
my mind was feeding me shit, in order to get what it wanted. I even knew at
the time, that it was shit. But I wanted to believe, so bad. I wanted him
that bad, at that moment. This is right, I told myself, trying to make
myself believe it. They say it's wrong, but how could it feel this right,
if it was wrong? How could I want it this bad?

Kirsten's cunt flashed through my mind, again. And her, I thought... I need
to show her how much I love her. Even that seemed possible, at that moment.
My dear sweet little girl... I know that shows how whacked I was, that
night... and I'm glad that idea passed, unacted on... the guilt of what
I've made Rodney into is overwhelming, at times... I'm glad that I don't
have to carry the burden of Kirsten, also.

I had said his name, a moment ago. I wasn't sure why I'd said it. I'll try
again, I thought.

"Rodney," I said, my mind clear, for a moment. I'm not sure why, but tears
began to flow from my eyelids. "I love you very much. You and Kirsten are
my life. I will never ask this of you again, and never speak of it if you
say no. I will understand completely if you say no. No is probably the
right thing for you to say. Please be strong. Most of all, darling, be
happy... don't let this change that, whatever you decide. Your self-respect
is important to me, and your dignity. I lost both of those years ago.
Anyway... darling... if you wish, we can forget... forget for one night,
that we are mother and son. If you say yes, I'll give myself to you, body
and soul. But please... if you say yes, don't let this fuck us up... don't
let it change the closeness we seem to have, now. Will you promise me that?
Please? Can you?" I took a gasping breath, all talked out.

He rose, bending at the waist, turning as he moved. His arms went around
me, and he crushed his body to mine, almost squeezing the breath out of me.

"Mom..." he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "Mom... I love you... I
have always loved you. I have wanted you for so long... please... please..."

I could tell he was crying. I leaned back, holding him, and we cried
together. I felt him almost shaking beneath me, as he sobbed. I felt as
overcome with emotion as he seemed to be.

Minutes passed. I felt the wetness of his tears on my chest. I wondered if
his cock was still hard. A lot of things went through my mind, as I held
him. I wondered if I was doing what I'd feared, screwing our relationship
up past all hope. Once again... how could it feel so right, if it was wrong?

He finally pulled away from me, sitting up, and carefully looked up, into
my still-wet eyes. I could see the tracks of tears down his cheek. I
wondered why it had affected him so profoundly... I knew without having to
think that he was going to say yes... yes he wanted me. No wasn't even an
option, at this point. But at least I'd given him a choice.

"Mom..." he said, his voice low and husky. I nodded. "Mom, I want to love
you. I want to make love to you. But not just once... I want to make love
to you every day for the rest of our lives... please... please tell me we
can..."

Shit, I thought. I sighed. The thought occurred to me that all this could
have probably been avoided, if I would have just masturbated before I
climbed the stairs. How complicated our lives can become, in a short
period. Where will this end? I thought. If I actually do this, can I keep
from doing what he said, from wanting it ever day? First Jean, and now him?
And what about poor Peter?

"We'll see what happens, baby," I finally said, to give him an answer. It
seemed to be enough, for the moment.

I had no idea what to do next. Well, when you're confronted with too many
things to do, start with the easiest, simplest one. I did that. I looked at
him. He sat on the couch beside me. I was pleased to see the lump in his
pants was still lumpy.

"Stand up, honey," I said, and he stood. I grabbed the waistband of his
pajamas, and yanked them down.

Oh, holy shit, I thought. And the prize goes to... it seemed unfair, to me,
although I was glad for both him, and me. First Peter, and then Brian. And
a ninth grader beats them all. Fuck, it's just not fair. I leaned forward,
and rammed his big cock into my mouth, almost choking myself.

"Goddam, Mom..." he was saying over and over. "Goddam... fuck fuck fuck...
Goddam!"

I laughed, and sucked. It just seemed, like I said, it just seemed right. I
wrapped my arms around his ass, and sucked. I juggled his balls like a
clown at the circus. I stuck my finger in his asshole, making him yelp. I
giggled, and gagged as his glans scraped my tonsils. I was dying, I was so
turned on. I could not help myself. I was beyond right and wrong, beyond
good and evil. I could feel cunt juice dripping down my legs.

"Rodney," I breathed, my breath hot on his wet cock. "Rodney, fuck me,
darlin'... fuckin' fuck me..." I gulped his cock down again.

"Not so fast, Mom," he said, his voice low. "Not before I taste your
cunt..."

I gasped and lay back on the couch, spreading my legs so wide my hip
popped. He dropped to his knees, and smashed his face into my cunt. His
tongue was like a fucking eggbeater on my clit. I seized handfuls of his
hair, and pulled his face into me. Goddam he was good, for a kid. He
dragged his tongue down my slit, and stabbed it into my asshole. He pinched
my clit with his fingers while he tongued my asshole. I loved him more that
I ever thought possible.

I felt the first one start. I locked my legs, and pulled his head into me.
I came, building speed like a train, until I just exploded. My body shook
and my breath came in gasps. He said "ouch!" as I pulled his hair. I
laughed, and wrapped my legs around his head, trying to suffocate him. He
laughed, gasped for breath, and just kept licking. Goddam, I thought,
fucking goddam, let me do this again. Yes, let me do this every goddam
night for the rest of my life.

At last I lay back, my legs spread, and he carefully lay down on top of me,
his hard cock poking me in the belly. I was ready for him, I couldn't have
lived without him, at that point. I reached down and guided his cock to my
cunt lips as he raised himself up.

"Rodney," I said, my breath hot in his face, "you are a naughty little
motherfucker!"

He laughed. "Yeah," he said, "I'm a motherfucker." We pressed our mouths
together, and he flexed his hips, pushing his cock into my wet cunt. Damn,
it felt good, it felt like a fist and arm entering my body. I tried to take
a breath, but I couldn't breathe until he hit bottom. And fuck, then he
pulled out and smashed into me again. I gasped and hiccuped. This was going
to be a good one. I knew it. I could feel it, deep inside me.


                              --==+==--


That's my story. Criticize me if you must, frankly, my dear, I don't give a
damn. I seem to be a highly sexual individual. I need it. I cannot live
without it. I see Jean on weekends, Peter on rare occasions, and Rodney
every night. Every fucking night I go up to the loft, and my sweet but
sarcastic fifteen year old son, who just happens to have a big cock, fucks
the ever-lovin' shit out of me. Sometimes I spend the night with him and we
lay on his couch and he holds me all night. I am happy in his arms. A few
times he's come downstairs and snuck into my bed. We are still hiding our
affair from Kirsten.

I took him to Jean's house that first weekend, and the three of us fucked
until we were loopy. If nothing else it seems to have made Jean all the
hornier for me. Rodney and Jean get along great, he's hot for her, and
she's mad about him. We're thinking about maybe another trip to Woodloch,
for the three of us. Jean's about half gay, true, but she seems to enjoy a
little cock. And Rodney's got more than just a little.

That is my life. I saw a lawyer last week, and soon Steven will be history.
I'm not sure if he'll even fight me for visitation, he seems to care so
little about us. And the kids are almost grown. So fuck him. He is free to
seek his destiny, like I said.

I am happy. At last, I think I'm happy. I have no idea how long this can
last, I'm sure at some point Rodney will grow up and want to move on, but
right now we are welded to each other. We already have an intimacy that
normal lovers would spend years acquiring. I will taste his sweetness for
as long as I can, and turn him loose when the time comes. I will still have
Jean and Peter, and whoever else may come along in the meantime. I am
strong and confident enough to be happy; I have learned to make my
happiness if I cannot find it. I wish the same for anyone, man or woman.


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