
"Graduate Work"  

Chapter 9

By: JValet

Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction, containing highly unrealistic and
(hopefully) arousing situations of a sexual (maybe illegal) nature.  The author
admits no connection between this work and any individuals living or dead, or
indeed anything at all to do with any semblance of reality.  Readers under the
age of consent in their area should make sure that there are no adults around
when they read this work, and to cover their tracks afterwards.

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I lie in my own bed for the first time in three months, smelling the dust
that is launched into the air when my head hits the pillow.  Closing my
eyes, I can feel the knotted muscles in my abdomen and thighs begin to
relax.  Reaching up, I massage my jaw muscles; Mom said that I'm starting 
to get TMJ disorder, but she'll fix that.  

I don't want to know how.

Licking my lips, I can still taste the faint remnants of her, clinging to
me, feeding the fire that lies at the base of my brain.  No matter how 
thirsty I am before, or how much I drink, that thirst is never slaked,
never satisfied.  

If anything, it's getting worse.  

I dream of drinking deep of her every night, now; when I'm not between
her thighs, it's all I can do to think of something else.  Even now, after
a whole day suckling at her deep, sweet well, my cock begins to stir between
my legs, and I find myself wishing she straddled my face once more.  To feel
that smooth, soft skin gripping my cheeks, to bury my nose in the aroma of 
her altar, to drive my tongue as far as it can go into her burning pussy so
that I can slurp up as much of her nectar as I possibly can.

Like a lumbering giant, my dick slowly rouses itself, rising from my 
prostrate form.  I can almost feel the blood vessels fill for the umpteenth
time today, and a deep, delicious soreness suffuses my groin: the aftermath
of a day of sexual slavery, just like every other day.

Except, of course, today was different.

Cathy went home today.  

*	*	*

I don't know how she wriggled herself into those jeans; they were so 
tight that she must have been poured into them.  Her pert, springy ass
was wrapped lovingly in faded blue denim, those smooth, delicious
globes unmarred by pockets.  The ragged waist rode low on her hips, 
so low that you could plainly see the end of her tailbone, and the
beginning of her crack.  In front, they were loosely tied on with a
rawhide lace that revealed the total absence of pubic hair to any and
all who cared to look, and many did.  They were so tight that the seam
ran straight through her pussy, giving my sweet little cousin a camel
toe that begged to be touched, tasted, ploughed.

I was dragging the luggage, naturally, and there was a hell of a lot of
it.  Cathy may have shown up on our door with only a knapsack, but she
was leaving with a total fucking wardrobe, ready to head back to school.

"I can hardly wait!"  She gushed while we stood on the platform, her
firm, young tits bouncing freely underneath a mightily strained white
tanktop.  "Mom 'n Dad are going to lose their minds!"  She gave me a
knowing look and a hungry smile spread across glossy, pink lips.  

"'specially Daddy," Cathy said, turning to face me.  "I bet his eyes
will just fall out of his head once he sees how grown up his little
girl is...your mommy says that he's got a nice, big dick.  Not as big
as yours, of course, but bigger than most.  I wonder how long it'll
take him to get all hard 'n hot 'n horny in his pants?  When we sit
in the car, and I streeeetch..." she demonstrated for me, pushing her
new, melon-sized tits hard against her shirt, the smooth young breast-
flesh nearly spilling out.  "Or maybe when I run up to him, all breathless
and panting, and," suddenly, she leapt on me, wrapping her lithe legs 
'round my waist, pressing her hot little twat against my steely cock,
pushing her tits under my chin, "kiss him 'hello!'"  Her lips found 
mine and she bit my lower lip, sucking it gently.

Then, as suddenly as she had jumped on me, she let go, leaving me
breathless.  

"Doesn't matter," she said.  "He will.  Soon.  And then every day 
after that; I'll tease and taunt him until his cock cries every night
because all he can think of is *me*, not that bitch I call 'mom.'  Oh,
I'll *play* the innocent little daddy's girl, wrapped up in slut's
clothing; your mommy taught me well, cuz - you know that better 'n 
anybody.  And then, when he can't take it any more, I'll take *him*.
Come to him some lonely night when that bitch is out of town, maybe
wearing a black little gauzy nothing, maybe in a t-shirt and a thong,
maybe in nothing at all, and make him *fuck* me, whether he thinks he 
wants to or not.  But his cock'll tell me the truth: hard, straining
against his pants like a dog waiting to get off the leash, desperate
for my hand, my lips, my *cunt*.  He'll be hard, but fucking him won't
be."

She closed her eyes and ground her hips against mine, making quiet
noises of satisfaction.  Mom hadn't let me fuck her all summer, deciding
shortly after we brought Ms. Hernandes to let Uncle Gary have that
honour.  I wanted to, though.  Wanted so much to just split her bare
little cunt with my cock, to pound her pussy 'til she screamed.

I licked my lips.  Cathy was chewing one of hers, bubblegum pink and
plump as she ground herself against the massive pole in my jeans,
simulating sex with her father; I could feel moisture beginning to 
seep through her jeans and into mine.  

"Save it for Daddy, sweetie." Mom bent close to her ear so no-one else
could overhear.

Pouting, she stopped dry-humping me there in the station, leaving my
own cock steely hard and unsatisfied.  Even though I should be used 
to that by now, I groaned inwardly nonetheless.

"Sorry, Jared," my cousin apologized, winking.  "Did I make you all
stiff?  Maybe I should take care of that for you...take you into one
of the bathrooms, and kiss your big, hard COCK all over there in a
filthy stall.  Would you like that?  To send me back to my daddy with
your cum all over my face and tits?  I won't wipe it off - I promise!
I'll just rub it into my skin like your mommy does, a nice hot facial
to keep those nasty pimples away."  She giggled.  "How 'bout it, cuz?
Wanna put your cock in my mouth?  Wanna feel my little tongue wriggle
over that big fucking plum, feeding me your meat and your cream until 
it flows down my chin in a hot, nasty river of sperm?"  Her hand 
ran down the obscene mound of dick in my jeans, sending a thrill 
through me; she stopped at that tiny fucking ring, that fucking wall,
that goddamn steel finger that keeps me from shooting.  "Oops, sorry
'cuz, I forgot: we left your key at home, didn't we?"

Then the train arrived in a flood of horrible noise, and the platform
was suddenly full of other passengers.  A porter carried her luggage
aboard, she gave me one last tongue-twisting kiss, gave Mom another,
and was gone.

*	*	*

Fully engorged, aroused by the memory of Cathy's departure, my cock
towers over me, bloated and huge and slick with rivulets of precum
flowing freely down the shaft.  I'd touch it if I thought I could do
any good: whatever qualms I used to have about masturbation are long,
long gone by now.  But that fucking ring just sits there, winking in
the dim moonlight from my window, preventing me from doing anything 
but torture myself.

Still, I can't help but touch it.  

But no sooner do my fingers touch the throbbing, pulsing spire of
meat than I hear a tapping heel at my bedroom door.  

Silhouetted in the light from the hallway outside, stands my mom.
Those beautiful, long, tanned legs glimmer beneath a sheen of baby
oil, from the tips of her cute little toes in their white satin
slippers with the three inch heels, all the way up to the generous
curve of her ass, peeking out from underneath the ruffled hem of
her...dress?  The skirt is tiny, less than 3/4 of a foot long, satiny,
white; the corset above it is bound tightly to her slim frame, pushing
her huge, wobbling tits even further up and out for me to see.  The 
demi-cups do nothing to hide the prominent nipples that have popped out
over them; on her head, mom wears a sheer white veil that obscures her
face, though I know there's a smile spreading over her hungry lips.

"Alone at last," she says, gloating.  "It's time, I think, to start
the honeymoon."

"W-what?"  I'm confused, but my cock isn't.  It knows what's coming.

"Of course, before we can start honeymooning, we have to get 'married,'
don't we, honey?"  My mom begins to saunter over; in her hand, something
golden glinted.

"What!?"  I'm surprised, but I don't know why.  I've licked my own
mother's cunt; I've served as her toilet; I've been a dildo for her
and Ms. Hernandes; and a drinking fountain for all three.  But of all 
the depravities this summer has brought, this has me by the short-hairs.
"W-we can't...who would, I mean legally...I mean, no priest, I-"

She shushes me, raising a finger to her veil.  

"Silly.  I don't mean a man-and-wife, 'marriage certificate' wedding.
Just a small, private affair.  Me," Mom runs that finger down between her
breasts, firm and tanned, held by the loving cups of her corset, "you,"
her finger keeps travelling downwards as she neared my bed, "and a certain
'special little friend.'"  It lands square on the head of my cock, and
makes tiny little circles on the very tip, spreading the lubricating goo
around.

"This is the last step, really," she says, somewhat absently.  "We're 
bonded chemically, by the pheremones, and emotionally, 'cause let's
face it: you're enjoying yourself."  Her finger traces a line of fire
down over my glans and around the flare of the mushroom atop my dick.
I know she's right: pheremones or no, I rise to the occasion even when
thinking back on what we've done, what she's doing to me, what we'll
do.  "But sometimes a girl just needs that symbol, y'know?  'It don't
mean a thing, if you ain't got that ring.'"  She giggles to herself.

From the depths of her cleavage, my mother produces the tiny silver key 
that spells relief for my swollen balls.  A flick of her wrist, and it 
falls away, bouncing on my matress to fall on the carpet with a dull thud.
Immediately, my heart, already beating hard because of her presence (I
can almost smell her arousal; my taste buds ache to be washed with her
essence) begins a trip-hammer beat in my chest, and my dick swells to
truly gargantuan proportions.

Slowly, she raises the veil.  Mom's lips are full and painted a glistening 
red which sparkles as she speaks.

"One kiss for you," she bends and gives the gooey plum a chaste, tender
kiss.  Lips smeared with my paste, she looks at me and smiles.  "And one
for you."  She swings one of those long, tanned legs up onto the bed,
over my waist; straddling my body, my Mother gazes down at me as from on
high.  I feel tiny, prostrate beneath a goddess of sex and debauchery.
Swooping down, she paints my lips with my own liquid, plunging her agile
tongue into my mouth, and we wrestle orally for a brief time.  Her tits,
spilling out from the flimsy corset, sway and bob, the nipples scraping a
path along my bare chest.  Something hot and wet drips into my navel, and
I can feel my mouth flood with saliva in anticipation.  

One of mom's hands reaches back, between her legs, and comes back sopping
wet.  She runs her soaking fingers along my body, from the hollow in my
throat all the way down through the treasure trail that leads to my aching,
needy dick.  The smell of her cunt fills the air as we kiss, as we tongue-fuck
each other's mouths.

"Now, one for me."  She breaks the kiss.  With incredible speed, she performs
an dextrous about-face atop my body, nearly striking me in the nose with a
spike-heeled slipper.  I'm still cleaning the precum from my lips when her 
pussy descends upon my eagerly waiting mouth.  I watch it come down, those
perfectly rounded outer lips, long since denuded of kinky pubic hair, framing
the delicate, engorged inner labia which drip with her own need.  Her clit is
an angry thumb perched at the summit of her beautiful cunt; then it's on my 
waiting mouth, and my tongue splits the peach, plowing through the slick folds
of flesh, filling me with the juice that I need.  I reach up and grab her firm
buttocks, sealing my mouth to her gash as I lap hungrily at the outside of my
mom's vagina, that red trench from her clit to the dripping entrance to the 
holy of holies.

"Yessssss," she hisses somewhere above, as I play with the bundle of nerves 
beneath its protective hood, producing a small flush of mommy juice that coats
my chin.  I begin to trace out letters with the tip of my tongue, and she 
bucks her hips against my head, pushing her cunt even harder into me, juicing
her sweet peach on my features.  Then I return to the deep darkness that I
came from, the source of the river of life, the nasty, wet hole that leads
up into my mommy's sweet, sweet cunt.  My tongue burns with life as the taste
buds fire again and again, feeding the sensations directly to the pleasure
centre of my brain; I drink heartily and deep, ignoring the pain in my jaw, 
though I know I'll regret it later, but I don't care right now.  It feels sooo
good to drink up all her delicious mommy juice; morning, noon, and night, I
have done this for the last three months, but it never loses its appeal.  Nor
does it ever lose its effect upon my cock, which throbs somewhere far away from
me, in the world outside the nirvana of mom's pussy.  

My nose is crushed against her clitty as she writhes and grinds herself on my
face, as I drive my tongue as far inside her as it will go, as I make sure to
pay proper attention to the pad of sensitive flesh on the roof of her cunt,
as I listen to her cries in the night.  My ministrations are rewarded as she
comes once, twice, three times, filling my waiting mouth with her honey; my chin,
throat, and upper chest are soaked with her essence.  The room is filled with
nasty, wet, slurping noises as I feed, as she rides my face.  These are the 
noises that define my life, now.

Then, as suddenly as she descended her cunt upon me, mom lifts her groin from
my saturated features.

"I know the kiss is supposed to come last," she says, "but this is hardly your
average wedding, now is it?"  My mother looks down at me from between her
firm thighs; the skirt has been discarded, somewhere along the way, but the corset
still cantilevers her cleavage, those mountains of titflesh framing her beautiful,
predatory face.

"Do you swear?"  She says, rubbing her pubic hair along my chin.  "Do you swear
to be faithful and true?  To never stray from the One True Pussy of your own
accord?"

"Yes," my voice is meek and small. 

"Good, now repeat after me...I Jared Smythe,"  mom begins to shimmy down my body,
sliding her voluptuous form along my smaller, helpless frame.

"I, Jared Smythe..."

"Do take my mother..." the silk of her corset felt slick on my face.

"Do take my mother..."

"To be my awfully wedded bride."  Her pussy drip-drip-drips its way towards
my waiting cock.

"To be my awfully wedded bride."

"And I swear to be owned, held, and fucked..."  Her massive mammaries muffles
my response, but she continues anyway.

"To honour and obey her every wish..."

"To honour and obey her e-every wissshshhhhhh..."  the hot, wet lips of her cunt
meet my dick in a scalding kiss.

"Every perversion, every dirty fucking thing my mommy makes me do, until death do
us part."  Her eyes bore into mine.

"Yes, everything, 'til death do us part," I yammer quickly, needing her sloppy
pussy.  My hips quiver beneath her, but I know better than to try to hump back
at her; I haven't cum in days, and my need for release is almost as great as my
need for her juice.

"Good.  And I, Karen Smythe, do take my son."  Her slick flesh slowly runs down the
length of my shaft, and her sweet fluids pour forth, pooling below my stomach, 
flowing between my legs, tickling my balls with heat and humidity.  "To be my
awfully wedded pet...to have him, any way I wish, to hold him down so I can fuck
him, to own him and his mighty COCK," her hips stop, poised at the head of my
dick, her labia spread wide to recieve me.  My tower of cockmeat shakes, and it
takes every ounce of willpower I have left to not simply ram it as far up between
those sweet, plump lips as I can, to not plow my way into her hot, bottomless,
grasping cunt.  "To be his mistress, his goddess, the source of all life...until
death do us part."  With these words, her face descends upon my sopping wet visage, 
and she takes me into another tongue-twisting kiss.  It is so sudden that I almost
don't notice that her pussy is slowly impaling itself on my meat, surrounding it
in velvety, wet flesh.

It takes her forever to take my dick all the way in; it is more distended now than
at any other time over the summer, stretching my mom's cunt to hitherto unknown
dimensions, filling her up completely.  She begins to ride, slowly at first, rocking
her hips atop mine, grinding her pubic bone into my cock.  I can feel it roll over
the head of my dick, like a huge, soft thumb, pushing against the sweet spot.  

"Oh, fuuuuuuck..." she groans.  "I *never* get tired of feeling this thing.  Your
cock is just so fucking HUGE, sweetie.  It's perfect for mommy's hungry CUNT."  
Mom hunches down, squeezing my dick in her velvety pussy.  "Don't just lie there,
sweetheart: nobody likes a dead lay."  She leaned down over me.  "Fuck mommy's
cunny...fuck it hard."  Her words are a hiss of need.  Taking hold of her hips,
I start pumping upwards, long, full strokes, relishing the sensation, skin smacking
on skin.  "Hard, you little fucker! I said hard!"  Fine.  Soon the room is filled
with the sound of her screams of pleasure as I pound her cunt from below, jacknifing
my hips as hard and fast as I can, my ballsac flapping wildly between my legs, her
tits bobbing crazily before my eyes.  I catch a swinging nipple between my teeth,
and she shouts even louder than before.  "Fuck me, you mother fucking son of a bitch!
Give it to me!  Pummel my cunt!  Chew that fucking nipple!  Make ME CUM!  Seal the
fucking deal!  Give yourself to me, marry me, be my fucking pet for the rest of your
goddamn life!  Now CUM!  CUM!  CUMMMMMM!!"  

Starbursts explode behind my eyes.  My balls jump but my cock keeps pumping on 
autopilot; stream after stream of thick cum jets forth, filling her hungry cunt,
slopping out from between her labia as I keep fucking double time, still cumming,
gasping for breath, fingers digging into her soft skin, becoming a frenzied fuck
machine...the bed swims beneath me, and time stops.  All I can see is her face,
frozen in ecstasy, shining and beautiful and brimming with evil.  And then the
darkness takes me.

*	*	*

Morning brings sunshine to my window, heat and light beating down on my face,
slowly pushing the heavy curtain of sleep back.  My crotch is sticky; and someone
has her hand wrapped around it.  There is a body beside me, warm, soft, and smelling 
faintly of sweat and something else that drives my thirst.  Cracking an eye open,
I see my mom's finely manicured hand, caressing the sleeping giant, caked in the 
still-drying sperm that covers my torso.  A golden glimmer catches my eye; shifting
slightly, careful not to wake her, I see a ring clamped down about the base of my
cock, a simple gold band.

"Don't mean a thing if you ain't got that ring," she murmurs sleepily into my ear.
"You made quite a mess inside me last night, lover.  Now, why don't you just head
on down there and get some cream with your breakfast juice?"

FIN

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Well, that's the end of "Graduate Work," and it's been a long time coming.  I realize
that there are some loose ends still dangling, but as my chief concern was the story 
of Jared and Karen, I don't really care much about it.  If, of course, anybody else
wants to continue the story of any of these characters, they are welcome to do so,
so long as you contact me about it first.

At any rate, it was a great ride.  Thanks for reading.

As always, comments, questions, queries, etc. can be directed to jvalet45@netscape.net
