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This story is copyright 2004, the Samathia Project. Please do not edit,
duplicate OR REPOST. All the characters are fictional. Any relation to any
person living or dead is purely coincidental. Please note that this story
contains adult subject mater and may not be suitable for minors.
- samathia (at) samathia (d0t) com
(feedback welcome)
Shortly after I graduated high school and left for college, Ms. Wood, my
best friend's mother and wife to the pastor of my church, was diagnosed
with cancer. She was a beautiful woman, barely in her 40's if I had to
guess, short at a little over five feet and with curly brown hair. She
looked well for her age, and it all slowly changed in one short week as
she went through surgery and kemo.
Ms. Wood did make a full recovery, as everything from the surgery to the
treatment moved very fast. Before long the Woods realized they no longer
needed the large five acer land they owned just outside of suburbia. With
their children gone to college, they began the monumental task of bringing
the house out of a state of disarray and into a condition that would be
ready to sell.
It wasn't by any means an easy task, but they had the help of their church
not to mention their kids' friends. They usually paid six to eight dollars
an hour, and it was a great way to pick up some extra cash on the side. So
there were many days when I'd go by to help. Usually I would be packing
and moving boxes or taking junk to the recycling yard.
On one particular Thursday I spent over five hours cleaning the garage and
driving off loads to the recycling center while Ms. Wood and her friend
Sue helped her clean the house and garden. It was a lot of work, and Sue
had to leave half way through the day, but we continued to push on. Ms.
Wood cleaned and packed up garbage bags as I hauled them off to the
recycling center.
By the time we had finished we were completely exhausted. Ms. Wood brought
me a glass of lemonade and we both plopped ourselves down on the couch. We
talked a little bit about school, church, people and even girls. She asked
about girls I knew from school and church and if I though they were cute.
Ms. Wood talked about how she though she looked cute when she was younger.
"I think you still look beautiful Ms. Wood," I said to her.
"Why thank you Sam. You're the sweetest. "
Ms. Wood reached over and hugged me and we stayed locked for a few
moments. I rested my head on her shoulder and reached my arms around her
waste. We sat there wound into each other for a few moments before Ms.
Wood decided to turn on the TV. There was an old episode of Law and Order
on, which served only as background noise as Ms. Wood continued to talk to
me.
She asked me about my life at college, what Christian groups I was getting
involved with, and which churches I had visited. We continued to lean
against each other on the couch and slowly I began to feel safer like this
was where I belonged; as if I were getting the affection I knew I could no
longer get from my own parents or my own family.
I hadn't realized how close we were getting as I could now feel Ms. Wood's
breath on my neck. Her hands, which were gently resting on my thighs,
slowly began squeezing my legs. I wasn't even sure what we were talking
about as my mind drifted to thoughts of screwing past girlfriends. I was
horny, which felt odd sitting next to my best friend's mom, however
stranger things have happened.
I looked down and realized that my cock, although it curved to the left,
had somehow grown down the ride side of my pants, which is a somewhat odd
feeling. Normally I'd shift around to adjust, but my cock had grown right
to the point where Ms. Wood was squeezing my thigh. I watched as Ms.
Wood's fingers gently pinched my hard member. I turned my head up to see
her gazing into my eyes with what I couldn't quite discern as either being
wonder or lust.
"It seems that you're quite happy to see me Sam."
I didn't know what to say. My eyes grew to the size of quarters as I was
in a slight state of shock. Ms. Wood reached up, placed an arm around my
neck and kissed me on the lips. She gave me a gentle peck at first and
pulled back to gaze at me for a few moments, her other hand still on my
dick, and then she met my lips again and we kissed longer and more
passionately. My hands found there way to Ms. Wood's back and I pulled her
closer to me. Both of her hands were now down around my waste, grabbing
and squeezing my ass.
"Oh. Ms. Wood," I gently moaned.
"Oh Sam, please call me Lynn," she whispered into my ear before she began
slowly attacking it with her tongue. She taunted my ear gently and kissed
it ever so briskly while her hands found their way into the back pockets
of my blue jeans. She began to kiss me down the side of me cheek as she
made her way to my neck. Still in somewhat of a state of shock, the only
thing I could do was return the favor, as I bit, pulled and teased her
neck as I smelt the wonderful aroma of her hair.
We pulled each other together tightly and my body made its way into Lynn's
inviting lap. We kissed long and passionately, occasionally breaking only
to gaze at each other for a moment. For a brief moment I could see myself
making out with my best friend's mother, but before I could think about it
enough to contemplate the weight of it; to think about the consequences of
her son, husband or a person from her church walking into the room or even
standing at the door, she reached for me again and we embraced and went
wild.
My jeans, which were all ready a tight fit, began to chafe and constrict
around my waste. I felt as though I was getting heavier with the weight of
the situation growing like a boil in my stomach. But with this beautiful
woman, the mother of my friends and a spiritual leader to my friends
making out wildly with me, all I could do was grow more and more horny. My
mind drifted to all the women I'd fucked, all the pussy I had eaten and
the hours of porn I had watched with friends who were friends with
benefits. My jeans were tighter and my cock was hard and all I could think
about was that my cock needed desperately to escape before it exploded
inside my pants.
My hands slid off Lynn's back as I was still making out with her and I
began to undo my belt, unzip my jeans, and free the beast beneath my
generic pair of blue jeans. Lynn must have taken this as a hint as I felt
her hands leave my back and not only help undo my zipper, but help pull my
jeans down to my waste. I was wearing no underwear, and my cock and balls
hung free in my lap, falling through my legs and onto her.
Ms. Wood slid out from under me. For a moment I sensed hesitation. I felt
as if I had committed a huge foul and that a passionate kiss in the heat
of the moment did not entail anything sexual. I felt as though Lynn's face
would turn from passion to disgust and that I would be thrown out of her
house without my pants, forced to somehow find myself a way home naked as
if this were some horrible dream. I felt as though Ms. Wood would realize
she had allowed her self to get lost in a moment of passion and my life as
I knew it would be over; how I would be labeled a pervert who wanted to
fuck his best friend's mother. But all my fears melted away as Lynn looked
at me with her deep hazel eyes, bent over my body and kissed the head of
my swollen member.
Her eyes looked like an animal, and then she smiled for a moment, before
she plunged down upon my penis and began sucking and slurping. She stopped
for a moment, smiled at me again and then spat on my cock and started
sucking again.
"Oh Lynn," I moaned as my hands began to drift through her soft, yet short
and new hair which had only started to grow back in after her kemo ended.
Her mouth stayed along my tip with her hands on my shaft. She gentled
pulled up and down with her hands as she sucked and stroked the head with
her tongue. She kept slurping and sucking, making a mess of sloppy spit
around my cock. She gripped tighter and sucked harder and she started to
grip so tight I felt my cock would atrophy and fall off, just before she
removed both of her hand and slid her mouth half way down my cock. She
stayed there for a bit and I felt her tongue going mad upon the member
inside her mouth. She pulled back and went down again, stopping each time
to tease me with her tongue and going down slightly farther each time.
All I could do was moan her name and stroke her soft hair and she went
deeper and deeper until I could feel her lips reach the base of my shaft
with her hands gently pulling and teasing the hair on my balls. It was
more then I could stand and I pulled away from her, knowing it was way too
early to cum. I slid forward and pushed her back, kicking my jeans to the
floor. I started kissing her neck again, biting harder and sucking on her
shoulders, leaving hickeys under her blouse and away from prying eyes. Now
it was her turn to moan my name as I bit and sucked across her shoulder
and down into her chest, easing her blouse down to her cleavage. My hands
reached down and started to lift off her blouse, but she jerked back and
yelled, "No!"
I looked up and saw eyes that seemed as though they were welling up with
tears. I felt vulnerable there, half naked on the couch with Lynn still
fully clothed. I was horny and confused and before I could say a word Ms.
Wood started to cry. She leaned over and put her head on my should. My
cock began to go limp and I embraced her, whispered soft shushing sounds
in her ears and said, "I'm sorry," in my most humble voice.
"Did we go too far?" I mumbled.
"No, no Sam, it's not that," she stuttered out between breaths and tears.
"What is it Ms. Wood?" I asked, feeling as if I had committed some
unspeakable crime.
"Art," she uttered the name of her husband. "Art, hasn't touched me," she
was barely holding it together.
I kissed her on the forehead and tried desperately to console the woman
who had consoled me so many times before.
"He hasn't touched them since the surgery...since they had to cut one of
them away."
I looked down at her blouse and saw the two modest C cups, one of which
I'm sure now was a cosmetic replacement.
"I'm sorry Lynn," I tried pathetically to make her feel better. "I don't
know why he wouldn't, "I said carefully. "I'm sure you're still beautiful;
that they're both still beautiful," I said while looking down at her
chest.
She gazed up at me for what seemed like an eternity, which lasted all of
half a minute. And without a word I began to remove her top once again.
She looked down and away shielding her eyes as I removed her blouse.
Underneath was a pretty blue lace bra from Victoria Secrete.
"They look pretty," was all I could say as I reached around her back and
undid her clasps.
Her bra fell forward and revealed two very lovely tits. They sagged only
slightly, and as I reached up to touch them they felt surprisingly firm
for a woman who had mothered two children. The surgeons had done a
marvelous job, as from the naked eye one couldn't tell she had a fake
breast at all. Upon touch I could feel the difference, however I knew I
needed to make Lynn feel proud and happy with her body.
"Which one is it Ms. Wood. I honestly can't tell," I said in a false voice
of wonder as I gently massaged her breasts. "The both look beautiful."
I knew that although they still felt like breasts to me, to Ms. Wood one
of them would never carry the same sensation, the same ecstasy and the
same sexual satisfaction again. Still her eyes gazed at me. If she knew
what I was trying to do, then I can only assume she must have went along
with it. She pointed to one and said, "This one is real and I told you,
you can call me Lynn" and I immediately reached over and began to kiss it,
to suck on it, to tease it gently and to bite it sending quivers of
excitement and pleasure through her body.
My other hand massaged and teased her other breasts, and I switched back
and fourth, sucking and massaging both. I wanted Lynn to feel like nothing
was wrong and that she could still enjoy and give the pleasure she had
always had and known. She smiled down and me and moaned, her hands gently
running through my short dark hair and I sucked and bit and squeezed her
beautiful cups.
I played with her breasts for a while and as I did her hands reached under
me and teased my cock a bit, bringing it back to its fully erect state. I
stood up on the couch, my cock in her face and before she could grab it
and suck it with her watering mouth, I said to her, "I want to fuck your
tits."
Her hands grasped her breasts and my cock slid between her white mounds. I
began thrusting and Lynn slid onto her back to accommodate me more. I slid
my member between her breasts and she squeezed tighter. My tip barely made
it to her mouth as my balls slapped against her beautiful breasts. She
kissed it on every fuck and on a few even spat on it. As I continued to
fuck she suddenly grabbed and pulled my cock to her mouth and sucked deep
and hard all the way down two my balls.
"Sam, please I need you to fuck me," she screamed out after my swollen
member popped out of her mouth dripping with natures lube.
Without hesitation I undid the buttons on her jeans and she pulled off my
shirt; my last remaining article of clothing. She laid spread eagle on the
couch with her head on the arm rest, and I began to fuck her the way we
were taught in church as the only Biblical way to fuck a woman. I fucked
her missionary style.
I slapped my cock on her pussy, realizing for a moment in my horniness all
that had transpired. The cancer ridden woman lusting to fill her natural
God given desires, unable to from her God given husband, had taken me and
used me as instrument of fulfilling her pleasure. A surge of emotions
filled my mind and body. I wondered if I was being used by her, or being
used by God to fulfill his will in her life. I was looking at the
pleasure, the sin and the friendship I had with this woman's offspring.
But before I could think and ponder any of these thoughts to any length,
as my cock slapped Lynn's juicy wet pussy for the fifth or six time, she
moaned out to me, "Stop teasing me Sam. Stick it in."
I hesitated no longer. My hormones had taken over full speed as God had
intended for a young man of my age and my cock began to plunge into her
wet twat. It was tight at first, and I realized that her husband's cock
must have been considerably smaller than my own as I kept pushing slowing
further with each thrust into her very tight, warm and dripping hole. Her
juices made it easier to slowly plunge in deeper.
"Oh yes Sam! Yes. Oh fuck me. Oh! Oh! Harder Sam. Harder!" she screamed.
I pulled back and started slamming my cock into her. My member fully
engrossed in her pussy. She let out a little whimper on each thrust as I
slowly increased speed, moving faster and faster. I kept varying my
strength and speed, occasionally slowing down or even stopping only to
tease her and hear her beg before I rammed it down hard into her again and
again. Her hands reached down to slap her clit and rub my cock as I fucked
her.
"Oh Sam! Tell me that you love it. Tell me that you love fucking me," she
screamed.
"Oh yes Lynn! I love fucking you. Oh God!"
"Sam! Fuck me. Tell me you love it. Sam call me your mom! Tell me you want
your mother to ride your cock!"
"Oh mom," I screamed, knowing she wasn't my mom, but yet she was still
always a mother to me. "Mom I want you to ride my cock!"
She pushed me forward to the couch and made me lay on my back and then
jumped on me and began riding. She thrust wildly at first with my cock
nowhere near her hole. I had to grab her arms and calm her down, just so I
could reach down and move my cock up to her hole. She then rode me up and
down, slamming her snatch on my balls. She rode my insanely fast and hard
and I knew there was no way I could keep this up.
"Oh! Oh my God I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" I screamed.
It only made her bounce faster and scream louder until we could both feel
the hot load leave my throbbing member and leap straight up into her
pussy. She continued to ride me until I was done, and then began to slow
down only a little before she completely collapsed upon my body and began
to once again kiss me passionate and whisper in my ear that she loved me;
that I was her favorite son.
We lay there for a few minutes, until Ms. Wood rolled over and looked at
the clock. "Oh my God!" she screamed while looking at the time.
"Come on! Get up! We have to get you dressed!"
She slapped me on the ass and lifted me from the couch. We rushed to put
our clothes back on and in all the madness I "accidently" slipped on Ms.
Wood's Victoria Secrete panties. We put on our tops just in time as we
head the distant rumble of Mr. Wood's green Accord drive up the gravel
driveway.
When Mr. Wood came to the door, Ms. Wood praised me for all the word I had
done and how she wouldn't have been able to finish any of it without my
help. She started crying and held onto her husband, who held her tight and
consoled her. Before I had left she had written me a check out for the
days work, plus a little extra for being kind and special to her.
I left that day feeling satisfied both physically and emotionally, and
with a little extra cash in my pockets for the date I had that night and a
pair of panties I could use to masturbate to for years to come.