JB-DORM
                  SHARING A BED FOR THE NIGHT

                 Another Misbehavin' Mom Story
                by J. Boswell (jaybos@cris.com)

 (c) J BOSWELL, November 1993
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          life, please protect your lover and yourself by
          practicing safe sex.


March, 1993
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     "Are you sure you can't go, Honey?"
     "I'd love to, Rocky, but I have two clients scheduled for
today.  I should have left the day open."
     "No, it's not your fault, Ron.  Denny's birthday isn't until
Thursday.  I didn't know until last night that he has something
planned for next weekend.  He was so cute on the phone.  He was
acting like a pouting child about getting his birthday presents
early, and when he asked us to come up today, I didn't have the
heart to say no."
     "Well, I'm gonna miss you.  Give Denny my love and tell him
not to drink all that beer at one sitting!" 
     "I'll miss you, too.  Have a fire going when I get home
tonight.  I'll need it after six hours on the road, today."
     "And a glass of wine or two?"  Ron smiled and raised an
eyebrow with the question.
     "At least two glasses!"  I finished pulling on my gloves and
circled around the kitchen table to whisper in Ron's ear, "and
you know how I get after two glasses of wine!"
     His hand crept up my leg and under my skirt as we kissed. 
His fingers pressed against my warm mons -- they felt strong and
exciting through my panties and pantyhose.
     I pulled myself away with great reluctance, "Oh, my!  What
you do to me!  You better not be too tired tonight!  I've been
super-horny for over a week and you haven't been able to stay
awake!  It's been a long time!"
     Ron affectionately smacked my buns, "Tax season, Rocky.  You
know what that's like!  Don't worry, Baby,  I'll be plenty awake
tonight -- even if it *IS* tax season."
     With a final wave, I made my way outside into the crisp,
cold air.  I got into the "Z," all gassed up and loaded down with
goodies for Denny, and headed down the road.  The car warmed up
quickly so I stopped before I entered the Interstate and removed
my jacket and gloves, making for an even more comfortable drive.
     There's something so relaxing about speeding along an
Interstate.  I was in our new 300ZX, the road was dry, traffic
light.  It was the perfect drive to just let the mind wander.
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     Here I was on my way to help my son celebrate his 21st
birthday!  Twenty-one!  I still couldn't believe it.  
     I had just turned 40, myself, but I could still clearly
remember my 21st birthday -- February 14th, 1974.  By then, I had
already been married to Mac almost three years, and Denny was a
happy, bouncing baby about to turn 2.  I couldn't have been
happier.
     But, by the time Denny was 5, the marriage was over and Mac
was long gone, never to be heard from again.  You'd never get me
to recommend getting married young to anyone -- I found out the
hard way that you couldn't base a marriage on great sex in the
backseat of a Chevy.  
     The next ten years flew by.  I finished my degree and got a
great job.  Denny and I made a terrific pair.  It was just the
two of us and we were very close.  Mother and son, friends,
confidants, and we even successfully suffered through his puberty
years together.
     And then... just when I thought I'd never meet a man I could
get interested in, along came Ron -- sweet, solid, stable,
dependable Ron.
     My accountant, old Mr. Foster, was forced to retire for
health reasons and Ron bought his practice and client-base.  It
was only after two tax seasons and an IRS audit that he finally
warmed up to me and I felt like I was being appreciated for more
than a pretty face and a pair of big boobs.
     Denny was pretty much grown when Ron and I married and he
graciously accepted Ron into our house and life.  Ron didn't try
to become "Super Dad" and Denny didn't stomp around the house
"marking his territory."  They respect each other and get along
very well; often, comfortably sitting together to watch a game or
action movie on the TV.
     So, life is great, right?
     Well, sort of.  In all the important things it's great.  And
I'm not going to whine or complain about my life because I can
look around me an see other people much worse off.  
     No, as I was driving along, I was having a tiny, little
pity-party for myself and the fact that I was 40 years old and
had suddenly become *MY MOTHER*!  And I wanted to know how it
happened!  I felt too young to have a 21-year-old son, who was a
senior in college.
     Take music, for example.  I'm still hip, or so I think. 
Sure, I listen to oldies on the radio most of the time, but I
like R.E.M. and U2 and when I listen to that lead singer of PEARL
JAM sing with all that intensity, it gives me shivers.  Hell, I
was even at Woodstock (Well, almost at Woodstock -- it was the
summer before my junior year in high school and seven of us (4
boys and 3 girls) piled into somebody's big, old car and took off
for the festival.  Unfortunately, the New York State police
stopped us miles from anywhere because of the number of people
clogging the roads, and we all spent the weekend at some
campground listening to the radio, drinking beer, getting high,
and screwing our brains out!  Pretty much the same fun we would
have had if we *HAD* made it to Woodstock!).
     And, take my body (and there's still a few men who would
like to!) -- still not too bad.  I'm pretty and petite and my
figure's still good.  I still have the legs to wear a short skirt
and the buns to wear jeans.  The big boobs sag a little lower but
Ron says they're still high on my chest and very sexy.  And maybe
the hips and waist are a tiny tad thicker, but, overall, still
pretty good.
     I wanted to know when the transition occurred.  All of a
sudden, you're not in the young, hip (or hip hop, for sure!)
crowd.  You're now one of "THEM" -- and "adult."  What a pisser!
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     Oh-O!
     Shit!
     I was so busy daydreaming that I wasn't watching my speed,
and now there was a state trooper right behind me, with his
lights flashing in my mirror!
     I signaled and started to move off the road to my right. 
The trooper stopped behind me and was fixing his "Smokey the
Bear" hat in the mirror before he opened his door.  I took that
delay to give my make-up a quick check in my mirror, and to
wiggle my skirt a few more inches above my knees (Hey, it
couldn't hurt!).
     I rolled down the window as he approached, and he leaned way
down (the "Z" is very low) to ask for my driver's license and
registration.  He was tall and young and looked great in his
uniform (and he knew it).  His metal name plate said "T. BOYD."
     I saw him glance at my chest first, and then he let his eyes
settle on my thighs.  Maybe I was going to luck out!
     Pulling out all the stops (and risking my membership in the
National Organization of Women!), I blinked fast and looked up at
the young trooper a little almost-teary-eyed, "H... How fast was
I going, Officer?  I didn't pass anybody in a while and I'm not
really in a hurry to get anywhere."
     "You were doing just under 70.  I clocked you as you came
around that turn, Ma'am."<Ouch!  That `ma'am' hurt the ego!> 
     Good!  So he hadn't been following me for long, as I
daydreamed.
     "Roxanne Chase, Windy Crest...  All the information on the
cards is correct and current?"
     "Yes, officer.  Everything's correct."
     He returned to his car and I watched him writing and talking
on the radio.  DAMN!  It looked like I was going to get a
speeding ticket.  I was already dreading calling our insurance
agent.
     Officer Boyd got out of his car and leaned over mine.  His
face was close enough that I could smell his cologne -- Aramis,
one of my favorites.  He was really close and I was getting a
little tingle out of the situation.  I had a flash of a fantasy
of me having to suck him off in the back of his cruiser, not to
get a ticket.  It was a sexy thought.
     "Mrs. Chase..." he was talking in his sternest voice, but he
was having trouble keeping his eyes off my thighs.  "Uhm, Mrs.
Chase, I'm going to let you go with a warning.  Keep the speed
down the rest of the way."
     "Thank you, Officer Boyd.  I will."  <Big smile.> "I
promise."
     "Well, if you're headed anywhere east of here, you won't
have a choice -- they're supposed to be getting snow up ahead
pretty soon."
     Just what I needed!  I hadn't checked the weather for
Philadelphia before I left and Denny didn't warn me about an
impending snowstorm, but he would only hear about the weather if
they broadcast it on ESPN.
     "Well, thanks for the warning, officer... and the warning...
about the snow."
     With one last glance at my legs, then my breasts, and a
smile right at me, Officer Boyd moved away from my window. 
"Sure.  Just drive careful, now."
     Back on the road with just a warning.
     YES!
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     I didn't hit any snow until I was only about a half hour
outside of Philly; but, when I did hit it, it was one hell of a
storm.  I was too close to Denny's and too far from home to turn
back, but it took me well over an hour to get to the campus.  The
"Z" was slipping and sliding and I did two thrilling "one-
eighties" on the very slick streets.  
     I exhaled with relief as I crept onto a campus parking lot
near Denny's apartment and turned the ignition off.  Here at
last, and safe.  The last hour had been a real bitch!
     I stepped out of the car and into at least four inches of
icy, wet, cold snow.  Counting my shoes as ruined, I grabbed my
purse, gloves and jacket and ran, sliding and slipping my way to
the front entrance of Denny's high-rise dormitory.  I grabbed the
house phone on the wall and dialed Denny's number.
     "Yeah?"
     "Is Denny there?"
     "Yeah, hold on."  Whoever answered, dropped the phone on
something hard and it clattered in my ear.  Then I heard in the
background, "Hey, butt-face, there's a cunt on the phone for
you."
     "Who is it, asshole?"  It was Denny's voice.
     "How the fuck should I know?  You're the big pussy-hound."
     "Fuck off!"  Then into the phone, "Hello?"
     "Denny!"
     "Mom!?  Uh... Where are you?"
     "I'm downstairs.  I need you to get me past the security
desk."
     "Oh, sure.  I called Ron to tell him about the weather and
to tell you guys to stay home."
     "Denny, can we talk about this up in your apartment?  I'm
wet and freezing my buns off out here."
     "Oh!  Sure, mom.  Sorry.  I'll be right down."
     "Bring some strong backs, Dear, the car's loaded with
stuff."
     I stepped inside the double doors and waited for Denny to
come down on the elevator and sign me in.  The college made sure
their residences were secure, and since the campus wasn't in the
best neighborhood, I didn't mind the inconvenience if it helped
keep the students (including my baby) safer.
     The dorm I was standing in was one of four high-rise
apartment buildings.  Denny had lived on campus all four years;
but, this year, his accommodations were in the most coveted
dorms, reserved for jocks and lucky upperclassmen.  Denny's
apartment had a large livingroom-diningroom combination, a
kitchen, three bedrooms and two baths.  He had three roommates --
Brian was another senior and Steve and Tom bunked together and
were Juniors.  They were all in the same Fraternity together and
seemed to get along well.
     The elevator opened and Denny and two boys I didn't
recognize got off.  He signed me in at the desk and when I passed
through the gate I was finally able to hug my little boy.  "Hi,
Baby.  How are you?"
     "Great, Mom.  I can't believe you got here through this
stuff -- especially in the `Z.'"
     "Well, it wasn't easy.  Honey, can I go up to your apartment
and get a pair of dry socks on?  My feet are freezing!  Here are
the keys.  The car is about 20 spaces over to the left and 2 or 3
rows back.  Make sure it's locked."
     "No problem, Mom.  We're right behind you."
     And they were.  By the time I caught the next elevator and
got my bearings, I had just knocked and was getting the apartment
door opened when the three of them came banging and thudding off
the elevator and down the hall.
     It was just after noon on a Saturday, but it looked like
Denny and his roommates had a small party going, already.  There
was a basketball game on the TV, but the volume was turned down
so as not to interfere with the stereo, blasting music I didn't
recognize.  But the real entertainment was the snow.  With the
curtains drawn back, the view from the fifteenth floor was
spectacular -- it was snowing and blowing, and you could barely
see the ground.
     I followed Denny into his bedroom and he handed me two
mismatched white socks -- after smelling them!  As we talked, I
reached up under my skirt and wiggled my wet pantyhose off my
hips and peeled them down my legs.  The dry socks felt warm and
wonderful.
     Denny and his friends were happy to see two cases of Sam
Adams beer and a couple bottles of wine disappear into the
refrigerator.  From the kitchen, I called Ron to tell him I was
safe, then I asked if anyone was hungry.  When I got all
affirmative responses, I opened the contents of a tupperware
container I'd brought into a pot and turned on the oven.  
     "I brought it all, guys -- spaghetti, meatballs and homemade
bread.  Ready in about a half-hour," I announced.
     The smells of home cooking must have permeated the halls,
because kids kept arriving, and soon I figured I better put on a
second pot of sauce and more pasta.  As the crowd got bigger and
bigger, I was trapped in the kitchen, serving plates of food and
slicing the bread.  Denny's friend, Brian, fought his way through
the crowd, handed me my second glass of wine, and began to help
me with the starving herd.
     The stereo was blasting and people were talking and it was
fun to be a part of it.  Brian stayed to help me with the dishes,
and we talked about music and school, and the snow.  My third
glass of wine was history and I knew I was buzzed as I accepted
my fourth.  I was giddy and my skin felt super-sensitive as Brian
inadvertently brushed against my hip or breast as we worked
together.
     I pushed my way through the crowd, holding Denny's birthday
cake with the lit candles on it.  I could feel Brian's hands
holding my hips as I bent over to place the cake on a low
coffeetable in front of the birthday-boy.  Brian and I made our
way back into the kitchen and opened another bottle of wine as
the cake disappeared in the livingroom.
     The afternoon passed into evening, and we sat and talked and
played drinking games and looked out the window at the snowstorm.
Occasionally, Brian would ask me to dance and as he pressed me
close, I could feel his hardness between us.  We ran out of wine
but, by then, I was too drunk to care, and switched to beer. 
When I finally noticed how tired and blitzed I was, almost
everyone had moved on to another party somewhere, and the
apartment was empty and looked like what Times Square on New
Year's morning must look like. 
     Still sober enough to realize that I hadn't expected to
spend the night and had no other clothes, I asked Denny if I
could borrow a large t-shirt or sweatshirt.
     "Sure, Mom.  Second drawer down.  Take your pick."
     I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth with my finger,
then went into Denny's room.  I carefully took off my skirt and
blouse and hung them on hangers.  I debated leaving my bra on,
but decided on comfort over modesty -- it always feels so damn
good to take it off.
     I picked out what looked like Denny's cleanest sweatshirt,
and dropped it over my hands and head.  I stood there in Denny's
old sweatshirt, tugging it down over my hips and checking how
short it was one me -- it barely came down to my crotch and I
could see a tiny sliver of my white panties between my thighs in
his mirror.  I was just shrugging and figuring I was only going
to sleep it in anyway, when there was a light knock and the door
opened.  It was Brian.
     "Hi, Rocky.  I was just wondering if there was anything you
needed that I could provide for you."
     I couldn't remembered exactly when we had moved from "Mrs.
Chase" to "Rocky," but I let it slide.  I stood very still.  I
figured with that short sweatshirt on, if I moved at all he'd see
even more of me exposed.
     He was leaning against the door jamb, smiling.  He was bare-
chested and was wearing only blue, silky-looking pajama bottoms. 
His shoulders were broad, his chest was smooth and hairless, and
his stomach was rippled and hard-looking.  Quite a package.
     "Where's Denny?"
     "He passed out on the sofa.  Dead to the world.  It's just
the two of us left.  Well?"
     "`Well' what, Brian?"
     "Is there something you need?"
     There was no doubt in my mind that he was hitting on me.  I
guess all those brushes against my buns and breasts and the slow
dancing weren't inadvertent, after all.  I was old enough to be
his mother and I was his best friend's mom!  He was supremely
confident in his masculinity and appeal, but I didn't know how I
would ever be able to look him or Denny in the eyes the next
morning if I accepted his blatant offer.
     "No, thanks, Brian, there's nothing I need."
     "How about want?  Is there anything you want, Rocky?"
     "No, Brian.  There's nothing I want.  Now, goodnight, Dear,
and thanks for the offer."
     He smiled and shrugged, "Okay.  Goodnight, Rocky.  See you
in the morning."
     Don't ask me why, but as I laid in bed, I couldn't sleep. 
The long drive, the snow, the pasta, all the booze -- instead of
knocking me out as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was antsy
and restless and wide awake.  Maybe trying to sleep in Denny's
lumpy mattress on the floor had something to do with it.  Maybe
being horny and feeling more than a little tingly had something
to do with it, too.  
     A little while later, as I laid there, I heard the apartment
door open and close, and then noise in the next bedroom.  It was
just what I needed in my already-aroused state!  Through the thin
wall, next to my bed, I heard a couple getting it on, loudly. 
They were humping away, and she was a real moaner.  It seemed to
go on and on and I felt myself sweating as I listened.  My
panties grew warm and wet as I placed my ear against the wall,
secretly listening to their climax.  Then they were through and I
was left alone and hanging!
     I must have drifted off into a light sleep after that,
because I awoke to the sound of the toilet flushing and, next,
the bedroom door opening.  Assuming it was Brian making another
attack on my virtue, I feigned sleep, staying still and quiet,
facing the wall away from the door.  The door closed and I
listened to someone undress and then collapse onto the mattress.
     It was Denny and he was immediately asleep.  In his drunken
state, he must have forgotten about me and reflexively returned
to his bed after going to the bathroom.  I rearranged the covers
over the both of us.  There was no where else in the apartment
for me to sleep (except maybe Brian's bed!), and there was no way
I was going to wake Denny to get him to move, so I told myself I
would be out of bed long before he woke up, rolled over and tried
to get back to sleep.
     Before I could drift off, Denny moved closer to me in the
narrow bed, and I felt the lump of an erection pressed against my
back.  Then he rolled over on his back.  There was enough light
in the room from the small reading light on Denny's desk. 
Tempted beyond behaving, I rolled over and, giggling to myself,
lifted the covers.
     My God!
     Denny's boxers were tented up and straining against what had
to be the largest penis I had ever seen.  My son!  Feeling like a
naughty girl, I folded back the covers.  His erection was
standing straight up and the material in his shorts had to be
near its tolerance for ripping.  At first hesitating, and then
giving in totally to the urge, I reached to the slit opening in
his shorts.  I just had to see!
     Denny's penis exploded through the opening, standing even
taller.  Not only was his penis long, it was almost as thick as
my wrist.  The head was deep pink, shiny, and huge.  I had never
seen another cock like that in my life.  I snickered, thinking
back to all the times I had given my little baby a bath, never
dreaming he would grow something like this.
     The cooler air must have gotten to Denny, because he pulled
on the covers and began to roll over.  I scrambled back into the
blankets, still thinking in wonder about the prodigious penis on
my son.
     Denny moved again, and we were arranged like two spoons --
his front to my back.  His erection was still there, and no
longer hidden in his shorts, I could feel its warmth pressed
against me.
     Telling myself I was readjusting my position to get more
comfortable, I squirmed and wiggled and when I stopped, my son's
huge, hard penis was pressed between my thighs.  
     I was getting very wet.  I'd had a sex-buzz all day, from
the state trooper fantasy to Brian's not-so-subtle feels, his
blatant offer, the wine, and the couple in the next bedroom --
Goddammit!  I was horny!
     I was playing a game with myself.  I was as curious as I was
horny.  As I moved away from Denny to slide my panties down my
legs, I knew I was going to blame whatever happened on the wine.
     When I moved back into position, I let the cock press
between my thighs, again.  Another slight movement and it was at
my wet slit!  I could feel its heat and hardness in my wetness,
touching, but not yet penetrating me.  I was gasping for breath
with excitement.
     I lifted my right leg, opening myself.  I pressed my hips
back and the cockhead began to enter me.  I was so near cumming! 
A little more and I can feel the huge knob slip all the way into
me.
     Denny was still asleep, but his reflexes took over for him. 
His arm fell across my shoulder and breasts.  His hips thrust at
me forcefully, ramming more of that superprick deeper into my
pussy.  He began to hump me.  My son was fucking me in his sleep
and I was loving it!
     My climax began with an explosion and took off from there. 
Denny humped me a few more times and then he came inside me with
a grunt.  After just a few more soft thrusts, he rolled over and
began to snore, again.
     Finally, I fell asleep.
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     I was far away.
     I wasn't sure where I was, and the weather was confusing. 
It was snowing, but the sky was a bright blue, and I wasn't cold.
I was laying on my back, on the trunk of a Pennsylvania State
Police car.  I couldn't see the markings, but I knew it was a
State Police car.  The lights were flashing.  I was naked and
spread open.
     There was something or someone between my spread legs, and I
was aroused.  I looked down my body and saw the brown "Smokey"
police hat jerking at my crotch, and I knew it was Officer Boyd
wearing his hat as he ate my pussy!
     I wasn't going to get a ticket!
     I put my head back on the trunk and watch the snow fall from
the blue sky as I concentrate on what he's doing to me.  His
strong tongue penetrates me, and then his mouth moves to my clit
and gently sucks it between his lips and teeth.  I was quickly
nearing an orgasm and was anxious to surrender to it.
     Officer Boyd stopped eating me and moved up my body.  I
whimpered when his mouth left my pussy.  The hat still hid his
face as he lowered his mouth to my nipple.  I missed his mouth on
my pussy.  His hips pushed forward and I felt his penis seeking
my cunt.  I moved to help it and I gasped as its head found my
wet slit.
     Officer Boyd grunted.  Then he grunted again as he thrust
his cock between my labia and deep into my pussy.
     It was good.  It was very, very good.
     Officer Boyd felt so big, so filling.  In and out, his cock
pounded into my greedy pussy.  Each plunge crashed my ass cheeks
into the trunk of the car, but the trunk was soft and
comfortable.
     "Make me come, Officer Boyd!  Make me come!" I begged.
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     Who's `Officer Boyd?'"
     My eyes popped open.
     It was Denny!
     His face looked up at me from under the covers.  I must have
been dreaming the setting, but the sex was real!  My son was
fucking me!
     "Denny!  Stop!  Get off me!"
     "Come on, mom.  You didn't want me to stop last night."
     "Ohhh..."  His cock was still pistoning in and out of me,
and like last night, I knew I had never felt a monster-cock like
his before!  "Please, stop, Dear.  It's not right.  We can't do
this."
     "Mom, please don't make me stop, now.  Please."  Denny was
pumping faster and faster.  He was going to cum inside me.  
     I reached to his face and held it between my hands. 
"Alright, Dear.  You can finish."
     But he wasn't the only one nearing a finish.  Involuntarily,
I felt my hips rising to meet his thrusts, my arms moved around
his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist and I felt him slip
even deeper inside me, if that was possible.
     I was cumming!
     I was cumming and I didn't know if I would live through it! 
The pleasure was going to kill me!  I had never, never felt a
orgasm like that!  
     I bit into my son's tender shoulder to keep from screaming,
and as I did, I tasted his blood in my mouth and his semen in my
cunt.
     I passed out.
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     I opened my eyes.  The dark room was spinning and I was
having trouble taking deep breaths.
     Denny was sitting on the mattress, smiling down at me,
pressing one warm washcloth to my forehead and another to his
shoulder.  
     "Wow!" he said.
     I reached to touch his hand, "Yeah, wow.  This was never
supposed to happen, you know."
     He nodded.
     "I'm sorry I let it happen, Dear.  It was wrong, and I
shouldn't have done this to you."
     "Are you kidding?  I wanted it to happen, mom.  I've
*ALWAYS* wanted to do what we've just done -- for as long as I
can remember."
     I was touched and felt a tear form in each eye.  "But a
boy's teenage fantasy is just a fantasy, Denny.  Normal mothers
and sons don't do this.  I'm scared I've harmed you."
     "I'm not harmed.  I've never felt happier in my life.  Is
that a harm?  Will you get pregnant?" <I shook my head no.'> 
"Well there's no harm, there, either.  Mom, I love you and I want
to do what we've done over and over and over again."
     "No, Denny, we can never let this happen again.  Never."
     "But, mom-"
     I placed my finger to his lips and shook my head.  It must
never happen again.
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November, 1993
     Who did I think I was I kidding?
     I called Ron and told him the roads wouldn't be clear of the
snow for another day.  That day and the next, Denny and I rutted
together like two dogs in heat.  Denny told his roommates that I
had caught a cold and was staying in bed.  I was staying in bed,
alright -- wrapped around my son's hard body with his even-harder
prick shoved up my cunt to the hilt.  I'm sure his roommates were
curious (and maybe Brian even had an idea what was going on), but
neither of us cared.
     We fucked on that mattress until neither of us could fuck
anymore, then we would nap and start all over again.  I sucked
his big, beautiful cock until my jaw was sore.  He sucked my tits
and licked my cunt until his mouth was tired.  And, always, that
monster cock was there -- ready, again and again.
     This old lady wasn't used to fucking a young stud, but I was
more than willing to adjust.
     When I finally dressed to leave, I couldn't go without one
more mouthful of Denny's cum.  I dropped to the floor, took his
dick out of his pants, and blew him until he came yet again.
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     On the long drive home, I thought about what had happened. 
I didn't know *WHY* it had happened, it just did.  I thought I'd
be all twisted up with guilt, but I wasn't.  I felt such a deep
and intense passion for Denny, I couldn't believe it.  My only
twinge of guilt was for Ron.
     That twinge didn't slow me down.  Instead of going to the
islands with his Frat brothers over Spring Break, Denny came home
and the two of us spent every second that Ron was out of the
house fucking and sucking each other into exhaustion.
     Denny graduated in May and wasn't leaving for Grad school
until September.  All Summer I urged him to go out with his
friends and to date girls his own age.  Of course, when he did
date, I was terribly jealous -- until the next morning, after Ron
left for the office, Denny would crawl into bed with me and we
would go off to our own little world of sex.
     Denny left Labor Day weekend and I missed him terribly.
     Now, the Monday after Thanksgiving, after seeing Denny off
at the airport, I'm thrilled that the turkey wasn't the only
thing that got stuffed this weekend!

