Garden Work

Not needed at my after-school job, I pedaled home and got to work in the garden, pulling weeds, my 18th birthday party a distant memory now. Close to graduating, chores had, besides Tony's pizza joint, become a second source of minor-league pocket money for the summer. Getting done quickly would give me lots of free time to swim, tan and surf the net.

Weeding was a never-ending job in the warmer months and I started at the east side of our property, in the flower bed by the fence to Mr. Winslow's property. A strange sound suddenly came from the Winslows' side of the fence, almost like a growl. I frowned. Their pit bull Samson had been put down more than a year ago.

The fence was too tall for my six-foot frame to look over, so I ignored it and kept weeding. Then I heard a squeal. Did they get a new dog who just caught a squirrel? I spotted a knothole in the fence and decided to take a peek.

And lost my breath.

Not twenty feet from me, at their poolside, was my mother. Naked. Riding Mr. Winslow. He was the growler, pawing my mother's breasts. I had spent countless hours ogling her perfect 38C rack when she wasn't looking, and gone through many boxes of tissues on my bed masturbating to dreams of her. And here she was, a few feet away from me, totally naked, a sheen on those beautiful boobs, and lost in sexual bliss. She was clearly into it. My mom, fucking her heart out. I about died. Her head was thrown back as she alternated bouncing on his dick and wriggling her bottom around it in circles.

When I regained my wits, I grabbed my phone, put the camera by the knothole and turned on the video recorder, while my mind went from shock to anger and outrage, to jealousy and finally to teenage horny lust. Mom sat facing me, but obviously she couldn't see me through the hole in the fence barely large enough for the camera lens. A real-life full-frontal porn video. Featuring the woman I loved, and lusted after, more than any other.

Our neighbor's glistening tool pistoned in and out of my mother's neatly trimmed sex, her inner lips clearly visible as they clung wetly to the pleasure piston. I had no idea she was so sexy. Her body was fully formed: from those beautiful C-up breasts and trim waist to a generous ass. Wow.

After about five minutes my whirring mind finally focused on what they were saying through the grunts and squeals. I was torn. On one hand I desperately wanted to ease the torment on the strongest hardon of my short life, but on the other I had to keep recording this (probably once a lifetime) personal porn video clip, which I could use for multiple masturbation sessions. They didn't say much beyond appreciation for each others' bodies and the pleasure of great sex.

He came with a loud grunt and her cries of delight turned to whimpers of frustration as clearly she wasn't accorded the pleasure of a peak.

"Come on, Sam, you can't leave me high and dry again."

"Sorry, babe, what can I say? You're so hot I just couldn't stop myself."

Clearly, this wasn't their first time. How long had this gone on?

Her vain attempts to milk his wilting dick availed her nothing. It availed me a lot, however, because I could see her delicious 38C tits, now ungroped, moving about. Her tummy had a tiny amount of flab, her hips had a delightful fullness and her pussy had no hair below a heart-shaped tuft of brown pointing to her clit.

After twenty minutes my phone reached its recording limit, which was just as well. My mom, frustrated, had risen, put on her bikini and sundress, and gathered her stuff. As quietly as I could, I stuffed the phone back in my pocket and resumed weeding.

About fifteen minutes later, Mom came out the back door and spotted me. I heard the gasp. "Gunnar, what are you doing here?"

I looked around, feigning as much surprise as I could. "Hi Mom. Tony canceled my hours for today because one of their ovens went on the fritz. I thought you went for a run or something, so I thought I'd get to work on the weeds."

Her eyes showed her concern. Did I hear or see anything? I decided to milk this situation carefully. Who knew? I might get her to lighten up on her chronic dissatisfaction. Nothing I did was ever good enough for her. She obviously couldn't ask me if I heard anything--that would give her away, because I'd immediately ask, "Hear what?" However, my proximity to the fence meant the chances were good I had heard them.

"How long have you been at it?" she asked.

I chuckled inwardly. Time to turn the knife a little. "About half an hour." Payoff was headed my way. Her old self would immediately be critical: why have I done so little in half an hour? However, if she gave me grief, I might retaliate with my revelation. Once that cat was out of the bag, there would be no stuffing it back in. At least not the cat. I needed some time to figure out how and when to secure a steady flow of stuffing to extract from her indiscretion.

So, rather than beat on me, she smiled. "Good. Thanks for getting started on your own."

"Are you going for a swim?" I asked, glancing at her attire and pool bag.

What could she say? "Yes, I'm hot and sweaty and I need to cool down."

I got up and walked closer. "Cool, let me oil you up."

Caught. Without end, she always lectured me, Dad and my sister to never go out in the sun without proper protection. On purpose I didn't pose it to her as an option--I was going to sunscreen her body. How would she explain a refusal?

Pursing her lips, she nodded and walked to a poolside chaise, took off her clothes and stretched out on her stomach. Like usual, I unclipped her top and slid the straps to the side. I took the lotion, warmed it in my hands and applied it to her back in a perfunctory manner. Visibly, she relaxed, Her mind probably said she was dodging a bullet.

Starting with her feet, I rubbed oil onto the back of her legs. I knew she liked this, so I didn't rush it. Sure enough, a soft moan floated down my way. When I got to her knees, she opened her legs slightly and I looked upward.

The entire lower half of her bikini bottoms was dark with her juice and Mr. Winslow's cum leaking out. I grinned. She had not counted on this, and I intended to play it for all I could get. My massaging of her thighs slowed. Again, the sighs of an unreleased orgasm mixed with the pleasure of a good massage, and her legs parted further.

I rubbed her outer thighs for a few inches, then moved to the back and then her inner thighs along the same band. Slower and slower I crept to her sloppy mess. Was she aware of it?

She'd obviously picked one of her skimpiest bikinis for Mr. Winslow, one I'd never seen and which exposed most of her lovely, full ass. My hands spread up and out to capture all her exposed ass-flesh, from the outside in. A louder moan floated up and her butt squeezed and pressed down on the towel beneath her.

I pulled my hands slowly and gently inward along the bottom line of her bikini, down to her inner thigh and approaching her wet pussy. Was she into what I was doing, or would she revert to mother-mode? Again, her ass clenched and she moaned softly. I 'accidentally' skimmed past the edge of the bikini, over her inner ass, and immediately pulled back before she could complain. Her only response was a gasp and another clench.

Emboldened, I slid my hands down a half-inch or so, and made a circular move to the top of her ass. It looked like she relaxed, giving me the guts to repeat the stroke to her inner thigh and wet pussy. This time I 'accidentally' went over the line straight into her wet pussy. I kept rubbing like it was open flesh to be protected from the harsh sun, and moved back down to reinforce the accident illusion.

Decision time--she had to know the second time was no accident and if she did nothing there would be a third time. She also had to guess that I at least suspected she and Winslow were up to no good, so no need to poke the bear with a rebuke. So she did the next best thing: she turned around, keeping the loose top over her boobs. "Thanks, Gunnar, I'll do the front," she said and reached for the bottle.

Not leaving, I stood by her knees. The lower front of her bikini bottoms, like the rear, were soaked with Winslow's cum and her juices. I looked there until I was sure she saw me looking. I didn't ask, and she didn't offer any explanation. Our eyes connected. The tension hung in the air most deliciously as she rubbed in the suntan lotion around her breasts and down her tummy.

Before she could nudge me back to my weeding, I started talking. "What kind of flowers are you planning for next season?"

Gardening, flower gardening in particular, was her main hobby, and without thinking, she started in. Most of her flowers were annuals, so every year's planting decisions were big for her.

Her lotion attention shifted to her legs. "Want me to do your feet?" I asked, to spare her the inconvenience of messing with the unfastened top she'd have to hold if she raised her torso to reach her feet.

"Thanks," she said and handed me back the bottle. She did have pretty feet. Her straight toes had an even progression from big to little toe, and her dark red nail polish looked fresh. And hot. Another little gift for Winslow?

At an even pace I oiled up her lower legs to her knees. She could reach those while lying flat so she reached out for the lotion.

"Oh, I'm almost done," I said as nonchalantly as I could and kept going along her outer thighs. If she'd insisted, I'd have willingly handed the lotion back, but I wanted to see how she'd react.

"Sure you don't need to get back to weeding?" she said with a sly chuckle.

"And miss rubbing lotion on the sexiest pair of legs in the neighborhood? Are you kidding?"

"Oh yeah? And exactly how many pairs of legs have you seen?"

"Not many this season, but last year, quite a lot. Or have you forgotten the pool parties at the Jeffersons, Millers... and the Winslows? I've seen 'em all. And yours, dear mother, are the sexiest. Not even close."

My hands had reached the border of her bikini again.

"Do you always check out all the neighbors?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Better believe it. I'm a red blooded male with a thing for older women. Didn't you know?"

She must have forgotten how wet her bottoms were, because she again opened her legs to give me access. While we talked, I switched to an up and down motion on her inner thighs, and 'accidentally' bumped her wet pussy. Before she could react, my hand, in the natural motion of my massage, was gone. It circled back out and up, but not two minutes later, I bumped her pussy again, this time rubbing it gently for a second or two. There was no way she could think it was an accident. What would she do?

It was hard to tell if she noticed, because she didn't even pause as she continued teasing me about checking out the older neighbors, in particular Coral, her closest friend. Coral was flat-out skinny, complete with modest chest and tiny butt. "Yes," I added, "she has that elusive Toblerone triangle."

"What's that?" Mom asked.

"It's when a woman stands with her legs together and you can see a triangle of daylight by her panties."

Mom frowned.

"Look," I said. "You have it, too. Hold your legs together, flat."

I took a finger and traced the tiny triangle down one leg to where her thighs touched, then up the other thigh, and across the bottom of her soaking bikini bottom.

She gasped. "Careful, there, buster."

I held up my hands. "Sorry, but do you understand what I'm saying about Coral's figure?"

Her head shook. "I've never noticed anything like that. Is that supposed to be sexy?"

Nodding my head, I dropped a blob of lotion in my hands and rubbed them together to warm it up. I spread my mom's legs apart. Suddenly, she looked down and apparently noticed her bottom completely soaked. "I need to cool down right now. Thanks for the lotion."

With a faint squishing, she walked to the pool and dove in.

Show over, I returned to the garden and kept weeding.

After dinner, Mom took Dad upstairs earlier than usual. After a few minutes I softly walked past their door and heard her getting her full satisfaction. Why did she bother with Winslow? Why take the risk when Dad could give her what the neighbor couldn't?

--

Friday night of the following week, Mom's friend Coral had us over for one their back-and-forth dinner parties. I arrived a few minutes after my parents, carrying a tray with the side dishes my mom brought. Coral opened the door for me and, after a quick glance into the rest of the house, gave me a lingering kiss on the lips, and a wink. "Come inside." The tone and wink conveyed a clear double meaning. Little Gunnar woke right up.

"How can I refuse a lovely invitation like that from a sexy woman?" I flirted back. A blush appeared on her pale skin and we moved inside.

With a wiggle of her ass, she led the way into the kitchen. "Keep bringing the good stuff, and who knows what invitations you might get."

"The asparagus points are nice and hard, but they need to be kept hot in the oven," I replied, which kept her blush fresh.

Her short skirt rose up high as she bent lower than necessary, while keeping her legs straight, to put in the spears.

Little Gunnar slowly rubbed against her exposed panties as I moved to the counter to take the salad bowl off the tray.

A gasp escaped Coral's lips at my boldness.

I softly grabbed her hips as if to steady her. "Sorry, did I bump you?" Growing Gunnar loved the closeness.

Lust shone through the shyness in her eyes. "This is a small kitchen, I know. But fortunately, no harm done."

"Want me to kiss it better?" I asked with a wink.

With a lascivious smile she replied. "Definitely. But let's get the food on the table first before people start wondering what we're up to."

Not wanting to let the moment go, I whispered. "We'll talk about making it better soon."

Again, she gasped, but smiled shyly and nodded.

The following day I walked to Coral's house to collect the empty salad bowl and baking pan Mom used for the asparagus. Dad and her husband were on the golf course, so she was alone. As soon as she closed the front door I pulled her to me. Pressing my forehead to hers I said, "Poor Coral, you had to wait all this time until I could come and kiss it better."

Giggling, she pressed her lips to mine. "Oh, how I suffered. Now you have even more to kiss better." She smelled fresh and clean, with a faint citrus aroma. Her tongue wasted no time pressing into my mouth. I opened and met her. Back and forth we went, our lips, soft and wet, rubbing gently while our tongues played with each other.

My hands rubbed down her back all the way down her slender body to her ass. Beneath her summer dress she wore no underwear. Her body pressed in closer and she began to moan.

While her lower body pressed against my hardon, my hands drifted down to below her hemline before sliding up over her soft thighs and locking onto her naked ass. With a firm grip I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my hips. Light as a feather, she wrapped her arms around my neck and our tongues continued savoring each other.

"Where do you want to be kissed better?" I asked, walking into the house.

"The guest room. Nobody ever comes in there."

"Then it's time to have someone come in there, isn't it?"

A big smile lit up her face as my two forefingers played along her dampening slit and she giggled. "Yes, darling Gunnar." Her body settled on my flagpole as I opened the door.

I set her down crosswise over the queen-sized bed and dropped to my knees. Licking up her inner thigh I quickly reached the juncture of the thigh and her smoothly shaven treasure. I looked up and she winked. "Special for you, darling, hope you like it."

With a nod, I slid my tongue softly up her slit, from her perineum to the top of her clitoris.

Her legs spread wider and she moaned low and long. "It needs a lot of kissing better, darling. It suffered so much dryness all night long."

Her smell filled my nostrils and I began to drink in her taste, light and salty-sweet. With her hands pressing my face into her wetness, her lower body began to move rhythmically. "Yesssss. Like that. Yessss. Unnnnh, Unnnnh, Unnnnh."

Before long her rhythmic movements turned into convulsions and her thighs clamped around my ears like a vice. It hurt, but it kept my mouth on her galloping pussy until her entire body jerked and her moans turned into a scream accompanying every convulsion. After what felt like ten minutes, she pushed my head away. "Too sensitive. I need you in me, now."

We both shifted on the bed and within a few seconds my throbbing dick lay at her opening. Her legs joined behind my waist and pulled me in. Her soft, slippery walls folded around me as I slid into her wet warmth. "Stay there for a second. You feel so strong in me," she panted while her walls made some mysterious movements around my cock.

I pulled out all the way.

"No!" she cried out.

With a grin I thrust in hard. "Don't worry, baby, I'm going nowhere but in deep."

Her eyes focused on mine. "No more words. Just fuck me, Gunnar. Fuck me into oblivion, darling."

Her thin body almost felt frail. It was like I could wrap my arms around her twice. Again, she didn't take long. This time, she came quietly--the only way I knew she'd come was the spasming of her around me and a long grunt followed by an exhale. Without breaking stride, I kept fucking her with a steady rhythm, Other than our belabored breathing and the squishing from her soaking vagina there were no sounds.

"Do you like doggy style?" I asked.

Her face lit up and without a word, we uncoupled and she got on all fours. I slid my cock in until it disappeared into her red gaping pussy. A deep grunt escaped her, and I started a slow and steady thrust. Every time I pulled back, her inner lips clung to my shaft and came out with it. When I shoved in, they went in, too. Our combined juices left a light ring of froth at her entrance. Against her slim frame her slurping wetness loomed huge. Her taut breasts bounced back and forth until she lowered her upper body to allow me even deeper penetration.

It took a little longer this time, but there was no mistaking the clamping of her inner walls on my hardness as her next orgasm overtook her. I couldn't hold it any longer. Gritting my teeth I asked, "Do I need to pull out?"

"No, darling, I'm on the pill. Come inside. Fill me up, Gunnar." My explosion hit immediately and she cried, "I can feel you. Oh baby. Cum for me."

We lay side by side on the guest room bed while recovering our breaths. Coral lay on her back and I on my side, letting my eyes sweep over her delicate body. My hands caressed the softening nipples on her tiny breasts. "You are quite beautiful, you know," I said softly.

Again she blushed. "You don't need to flatter me. I'm a sure thing."

"I call it like I see it," I replied. "I love your smooth skin, your beautiful eyes and those lips. Don't get me started on those lips."

A naughty expression crossed her face. "Which lips?"

"All six of them,"

With a frown, she said, "Six? You make me sound like a reptile or octopus."

"Just a lot more delicious to eat. Inner, outer and," I leaned forward and kissed her softly, "these. I love how you kiss."

With a light shove, she pushed be onto my back, rolled onto me and fixed me with a loving gaze. Then she lowered her face and kissed me deeply for many, many minutes, until I hardened again.

With a sigh I broke the kiss. "Guess I need to head back. My mother will start wondering what's taking me so long."

"She knows." Coral's face had an impish smile.

"What? How?"

"She told me last night."

"Told you what?"

"That you think I'm the sexiest woman in the neighborhood. Thank you for that compliment. You have no idea how much that means to a boring old broad."

"That still doesn't mean she'd know we would have sex this morning."

"She may be a 'mom' but she's not stupid. Why do you think she sent you over to collect the dishes? In the past she always came, or I took them."

"You mean my mom sent me here--"

"To get fucked." Coral chuckled. "Yep, I promised not to disappoint my best friend." A belly laugh followed.

"Shut the front door. My mom, setting me up to have sex?"

"To quote her, 'My son's not a boy anymore, Coral. Make him a man. So, was I your first?"

Embarrassed, I nodded. "Thank you. I cannot imagine anybody more special or it going any better." Pulling her head down, I kissed her again, long and deeply.

Little Gunnar returned back from his nap. When I started to make a move to repeat our joining, she chuckled. "Rome wasn't built in a day, bucko. Let's save some for next time. You want to shower before you go back?"

"No," I said, smiling. "I want my mom to smell her mission accomplished."

Coral laughed with her hand over her mouth, as if shocked. "Tell me if it worked."

Getting up and reaching for my clothes, I scoffed. "She'll probably call you to get it from the horse's mouth."

In the kitchen, I picked up the salad bowl and oven tray. At the door, I turned. "Thank you, Coral, for probably the best experience I've had in my life. You are an awesome woman."

We shared a kiss, tender and long.

As I stepped out, I turned back. "When she asks, don't forget to tell her I made sure to let my partner cum first."

"What? Why?"

"Just tell her. Thanks again. Bye."

--

It took a few minutes to walk back home and drop the items on the kitchen counter.

A giggle sounded from the den. "Really?" A whisper followed. "I think he's back. Later."

Slipping the phone into her dress pocket, Mom emerged from the den, looking innocent as can be. "Thank you, Gunnar."

"Welcome, mom. Sorry I was so long."

"Liar." She sniffed and raised an eyebrow. "You certainly don't smell sorry."

I shrugged. "You're right, not sorry. Thank you."

"For what?"

Putting my hands on her shoulders, I drew her in. "For being a wonderful mother. I don't know of any mom who would do that for her son."

"Do what?" Despite of my smelling of sex with Coral, she didn't pull away.

I kissed her softly. "I have to confess I lied to you, though."

Pulling back, she frowned. "You did?"

"Yes. When I said Coral is the sexiest woman on the block, I lied."

Her head tipped sideways and she frowned. "Who then?"

I pulled her back in. "You," I whispered in her ear. "You are the sexiest woman on the block. In this neighborhood. By far." I kissed her ear with a peck, then ran my lips down her neck, slowly, as sensuously as I could. Little Gunnar added emphasis to my words.

A shudder ran through her body. My kisses trailed back up to a soft nip of her earlobe. Another tremor. Down I went to where her neck joins her shoulder. A moan escaped her lips. Mom pressed her lower body into Little Gunnar and rubbed sideways a time or two.

Then, with a shudder, she separated. "Let's talk." Taking my hand she pulled me toward the living room sofa. I sat and pulled her to sit on my lap.

She resisted and sat next to me. "I appreciate your flattery, believe me, I do. Don't hate me, but we can't do what you and Coral did."

Disappointed, I took her hand. Time for Salesman Gunnar to strut his stuff. "We absolutely can, Mom." I didn't want to play the Sam Winslow card, but if it wasn't for the pleasure of my mother's body, what did I hold it for?

She calmly took the card and burned it. "Look, I know you know about what happened at Sam's pool. You must think I'm a total slut, and I can't blame you if you do. But there--"

I leaned over, pulled her into me and kissed her cheek. Then I let my lips slide over her tearing eyes to the tip of her nose. Pulling her back, I wiped the tears from her cheeks and kissed her forehead.

With a sigh, she surrendered and hugged me tight, laying her head on my chest. "Thank you, Gunnar. And thank you for not blabbing what you saw to your dad." With a sniff she pulled away. "But there is something you don't know. Your dad and Martin (Coral's husband) are not playing golf today. Call the club to confirm it if you want to. They're meeting their mistresses at the Hilton."

"Whoa." My head swam with images of a swinging foursome cavorting in a hotel room, which got LG uptight again.

Mom noticed my reaction and slapped my erection playfully. "Typical male. Thinking of sex and totally ignoring the pain inflicted on people who care."

I pulled her into me again and kissed her lips softly. "You're right, Mom. Sorry. I just imagined how hot it would be if it were you and I." With a shrug and a wry smile, I continued, "I'm just a teenage horm-dog."

"What's that?"

"A hormone-driven horndog."

"Even lusting after his own mother."

"Not without reason, though."

With a raised eyebrow, she said, "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Said mother is the sexiest woman in the city. Who can blame him?"

With a barking laugh, she said. "The city, now, huh?"

I reached over, put my hands under her legs, lifted her onto my lap and kissed her cheek before trailing my lips over the side of her head and neck. "I know you are a good woman, and you wouldn't do something like that without good reason. And frankly, Sam Winslow's body is not a good reason."

That produced a wry chuckle and a brief shake of the head.

"So why him?"

"Because he's the only person besides Coral who showed that he cared. Several of our neighbors know about your dad stepping out on me, but they all look the other way. Sam heard me crying in the garden, and came around to give me a simple hug, nothing sexual. Because Stella left him for a coworker, he understood the pain of rejection. When I broke down, he just listened and held my hand. When I needed to be held, he held me. As you can imagine, one thing led to another. And--"

"So, revenge?"

Her lips pursed and she looked at me. "Maybe a bit, but more like comfort, showing me, as opposed to telling me, I'm still desirable, even though my man cast me aside."

With a shrug, she looked at me. "I'm just a human, far from perfect."

"It's OK, Mom. I don't judge you. I'm sorry my father is such a stupid prick to cheat on the prettiest woman in the state. What--"

"The state now, huh?" A smirk played on her lips.

Turning her head toward me, I pressed my forehead to hers and looked into her doe-brown eyes. "Yes, absolutely. You are such a beautiful woman, Mother. I could hold you all day, every day, and make love to your face, your... everything. What possessed Dad to even take his eyes off you for a moment, I'll never understand."

"Oh, Gunnar." Tears sprang up again, which I kissed off before my mouth crept down to hers.

Our lips met again and I placed my hand softly on one of her breasts, fuller and softer than Coral's.

Gently, she pulled back and lifted my hands off her boob. "Gunnar, I just can't. You're my son."

Shaking my head, I drew her forehead back to mine again. "No, Mom, don't make another mistake. I love you, I see you. I can be with you every day, show you every day and in every way what a beautiful woman you are. Sexy, smart, funny, everything a man could want. I want you."

"Oh, Gunnar."

"Do you know what I felt when I saw you fucking Winslow?" Purposely I used the neighbor's last name to add a layer of impersonality.

Her head lowered in shame. I lifted it till she looked me in the eyes. "Jealousy. I wanted to be the man beneath you, the man you drew comfort and satisfaction from, the man who held your breasts, the man who filled you... but the man who would have made sure you didn't get up unfulfilled. And I still want to be that man. Living under your roof. When you're sitting at the dinner table, I want you to look from your despicable husband to your loving son and know who sees your worth and your beauty, who loves you constantly and is your true source of pleasure." After a pause, I continued, "I am that man, and I can only hope you open your eyes and see it."

A sob escaped my mother and she leaned her head to my chest and burst into tears. After a few minutes, she sobbed, "But you're my son. We can't do that."

My grip tightened and with a harsh note I replied. "You're an adult and you can do what you want. Bobbing up and down on your neighbor in broad daylight is hardly any better. Certainly not any more advertisable. Sorry to put it crudely like that, but actions speak louder than words."

Again, I lifted her sniffling face to look at me. "Although I could blackmail you by threatening to tell your husband, I won't. I want you to want me as I want you, all on your own, without a gun to your head."

With a sigh I lifted her off my lap and set her back down on the couch. "So... Dad's still going to be a while I guess, so you have time to go fuck Winslow. Maybe this time he'll let you come. I'll go shower, so you don't have to worry about anybody eavesdropping."

Sobs wracked her body again as she leaned over and fell onto the cushions. I grabbed a dish towel, threw it on the couch by her face and climbed the stairs to wash the delightful Coral from my body.

--

Freshly showered and shaven, I emerged from my room to hear voices below. It was Alice, my ex-girlfriend. In the flesh, no less, sitting in an armchair, talking to my mother like it was the most natural thing in the world.

As I stepped from the last stair, both women looked at me. Nervously, Alice got up and approached. "Hello Gunnar."

Dealing with her ranked only barely above crawling over broken glass on hands and knees. "What are you doing here," was the closest I could get to civility. "Where's the riveting Freddy Fuck?"

"Can we talk privately?"

I looked to my mother with an expression saying, 'How could you let this piece of trash in?' Deafness, however, had overtaken her. When she didn't make a move to leave to afford us privacy, I pointed upstairs.

Undecided whether to close my room door, I left it open a little. Murder is a little harder to commit with witnesses around.

Alice turned and wrapped me into a full-body hug before I could do or say anything. "Thank you for not throwing me out summarily after I fucked up so bad. You have no idea how sorry I am for hurting you. You never treated me anything but good and I--"

"Mistook my kindness for weakness, I know. Good thing it happened now before we got serious."

"Before we got serious?"

There was no way I would give her the satisfaction of knowing now how serious I was.

Her hands began to unbutton the few buttons on my polo shirt.

Hmm... looked like she was going to try using the sex she'd held out on me with, to get out from under the guilt of her screwing up. Well, if Mom was going to play hard to get, why the hell not? My hands unbuttoned her jeans as our lips locked and tongues renewed their acquaintance. Breaking our kiss for a moment, she lifted my shirt over my head and unbuckled my belt. A few moments later we crashed onto my bed, naked and panting.

Unlike before, though, I paid no attention to what she wanted. Once I knew she was wet, I simply rolled her on her back, drew her legs up to her breasts and fucked her for the first time. Hard. At my pace and for my enjoyment. Her eyes were wide. This was not the gentle, considerate Gunnar she knew and loved. I didn't care. If she saw that as weakness, then fuck her. Which is what I proceeded to do. Having cum several times with Coral that morning, I was going to last. And I did. Despite my not paying Alice any attention I felt her pussy contract under me as she screamed her way through an orgasm. When it came my time, I kept quiet to keep her satisfaction to a minimum, and blasted her pussy full of my cum.

Spent, I rolled over and went to the bathroom to clean myself. Bringing back a wet washcloth for her to clean herself, I picked up my clothes and dressed.

"Good-bye, Alice."

"What?" Her voice rose in indignation. "You just fucked me and now you're throwing me out?"

"Now you know what it feels like. You know the way out."

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In the kitchen, Mom stood by the stove, stirring a pot. "Did you two love birds make up?"

"Nope. She'll be leaving as soon as she finishes dressing."

"She's not staying for lunch?"

"She's not staying for anything."

"But... it sounded like the two of you were making up in style."

"Ha. You know what they say: if you can't get what you want, take what you can get. She threw herself at me and, well... who am I to refuse a good no-strings fuck. Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Did you call her this morning?"

"No. She just showed up while you were in the shower, told me how she messed up and wanted to make it right. I didn't know if you'd be open to that and so, rather than me making a decision about your love life, I let her stay and tell her yourself. If that was wrong, please forgive me, I only meant to do right by you."

I hugged her from behind and planted a short kiss on her cheek. "Thanks, Mom. But I never want to see her or hear from her again."

At that moment, Alice came down the stairs, tears streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry, Gunnar. If you ever find it in your heart to forgive me, please call." Nodding to my mother, she opened the front door and left.

"Why are you so hard on her? We all make mistakes, like we talked about earlier."

"What do you think her mistake was, Mom?"

"Falling for Freddy while dating you."

Shaking my head, I stood close behind her. "True in a way. She never wanted to have sex with me, said she wanted to wait. Then she let Freddy nail her. But, as bad as that was, I could probably get over that."

Moving the pot off the plate and turning off the stove, she turned around. "What was it, then?"

After a kiss to her forehead, I looked into her eyes. "She mistook my gentleness for weakness. If I take her back, that would only reinforce that belief. In a few months another guy will come along with a bigger dick, more money or whatever. And she may not realize it consciously, but underneath she would know, if it didn't work out with New Guy, she'd always have Wimpy Gunnar to fall back on. Nice guy doesn't mean weak. I'm nobody's fall-back guy. Some people make that mistake; I hope you never do, Mom. As you witnessed, with me that's a fatal error."

She nodded. "Lunch is ready. Can you set the table?"

"Sure. So, did you go and see Winslow?"

A sad expression crossed her face as she set the plates on the table and took a seat. Taking my hand, she looked up. "I called him and told him it's over."

"How did he react?"

"Disappointed, but he understood. What we had never had a future and he knew it. We'll still remain friends--he was the only one who had my back when your dad abandoned me."

"The only one outside of this house. Let's be clear about that. Can I pour you a glass of wine?"

"Thanks, dear, there's an open bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. Get some for yourself, too."

Setting the glasses down, I held mine up for a toast. "To the most beautiful woman in the country."

That got a big laugh and a hearty clink. "And to the biggest flirt. Casagunnarova, Gunnar for short."

"Seriously, Mom, why don't you divorce Dad? Sarah and I are both out of the house, so the kids are no longer a reason to endure the humiliation."

"Where would I go?"

"You could do a lot worse than move in with me."

"What would people say?"

"There goes a fine son, taking care of his beautiful mother till she gets back on her feet after being abandoned by that slimy cockroach of a cheating husband. What a nice guy.

"But you're so young, with your life before you. Why would you bog yourself down with an old hag?"

"Wait a minute. Isn't this the same woman who said a few minutes ago that she'd let me make my own decisions about my love life? And make no mistake, this is a love life decision. I told you earlier and I'll tell you again, there is nobody on earth I want more than you. I want to live my life with you, hold you, love you, make love to you, walk hand in hand with you, shop with you, wash your hair, rub suntan lotion all over you, kiss you day and night--"

"Oh, Gunnar." She leaned over, holding her face up to me. Our lips met and softly moved, sideways, up and down. A moan escaped from her throat as I pulled her bottom lip into my mouth and caressed it with my tongue. Her tongue licked my upper lip and our kiss escalated with wet passion.

For at least half an hour that's all we did, breathing in each other's aroma, tasting each other. My hands caressed her back and sides and slowly brushed over her breast. There was no mistaking where her nipple was, it practically screamed for attention. Her breath caught and she moaned louder. My hand moved away and caressed the rest of her body again. This time I was in no rush--it was as if we both knew we were approaching a life decision.

Suddenly the garage door motor sounded. Both of us flew up, straightened, and I took the dishes to the sink. "You run upstairs and fix yourself," I said. "I'll stall him."

With a quick kiss on my cheek she hurried up the stairs. I rinsed off the two empty plates and the pots Mom used to make lunch.

When Dad came in, he had a dark expression. "Where's your mother?" he growled.

"Well hello to you, too," I said with sarcasm. "She's upstairs."

"Melissa!" he shouted up the stairs.

"Yes?"

"Can you come down? There's something I need to discuss."

Frowning, my mom emerged, wearing a fresh T-shirt and jeans. "What is it?"

"Let's sit at the table."

A minute later, he sat, too. "I've found someone else, so I'll be filing for divorce on Monday. My lawyer will be contacting you--I hope we can do this as painlessly as possible." He went on to lay out the plan, as reasonable and generous as anybody could wish for.

Mom's eyes filled and tears ran down her cheeks. Fetching the tissues from the coffee table, I moved my chair closer and wiped her cheeks while resting my hand on her thigh. Not a word escaped her lips, only sobs.

Dad continued. "Whenever it's most convenient for you I'll come and pick up my stuff. I don't want to make it any harder for you than it obviously is. I'm sorry, Melissa. We had a good run, but I'm sure you'll agree we drifted apart the last year or so. Painful though this is, it's better for everyone to get it over as quickly as possible. Let me know when works best for you for me to pick up my stuff. Let me just get an overnight bag packed and I'll be out of your hair."

Taking Mom's hand, I led her to the couch, where I sat her on my lap and drew her close. Her head rested on my shoulder as the tears kept flowing. I held her, patting her shoulder and kissing her temple. After twenty minutes, Dad came down the stairs and left without saying good-bye.

"Jerk," I shouted. "Idiot, piece of shit, asshole."

Mom simply cried, her shoulders shaking.

"Dearest, beautiful Mother," I said.

Her arms tightened around my neck. "Hold me." My arms encircled her and pulled her tight. She got up and straddled me, resting her head against my upper chest. I stroked her hair like a little girl's and kept rubbing and patting her. After a few minutes, she looked up. Her mouth was open and thin strands of tears and spit ran from her upper lip to her lower.

With a tissue I wiped her face, and handed her another to blow her nose. She fell back onto my chest and I kissed her ear. "Beautiful Melissa," I said, "the most beautiful woman in the universe."

A smile peeked through her tears when she looked up at me. "My sweet, sweet Gunnar. My anchor, my true love."

My lips moved from her forehead to her eyes, her nose and then our lips met for a sweet, short kiss. "You got that right, baby. The one who loves you."

Her lips sought mine again, this time longer. A long sigh escaped her lips and she nestled back against my chest. "I feel so safe here." Our kiss deepened.

"I guess the first decision has been made for us," I said.

Her hair nodded on my chest. "I know. Now I just want to be with my baby."

My grip on her body tightened. "Right. With the one who will always love you, and cherish you."

With a low wail she renewed her kiss, her tongue this time seemingly sucking out every fiber of my love. Against my wishes Little Gunnar decided to add whatever comfort he could bring to the table.

Mom's breathing sped up and she pressed her lower body against mine. Her kiss and hug became more urgent, more forceful. Her pussy massaged right over my dick and she started breathing through her mouth. Breaking our kiss to get fresh air, she began moaning. "Oh Gunnar, I need you."

Unsure of how to respond, I tried to remain passive. This clearly was a very vulnerable time for her and I did not want to do anything that would smack of taking advantage of her. The urgency of her pussy rubbing against my cock increased. Alternating between my neck and my lips she kept on kissing me, her breath gasping through her open mouth.

"Gunnar, I need you to claim our bed. Take me upstairs, Now, please."

I stalled. This is not how I had envisioned it.

"Please, baby." Getting up, she took my hand and pulled with all her weight, leaving me no choice. All the way up the stairs she pulled until we got to her bedroom. Turning toward me, she panted, "This is our bedroom now, my love. Take me and make me yours. Now."

I hesitated.

"Please, I need you to show you're mine, not him. I can't wait another moment."

"Are you sure, Mom?"

"Yes. Call me Melissa or Mel. You can call me mom tomorrow, but right now I need to be your Melissa. Can you do that for me?"

Our lips met and sealed our new agreement. Within seconds we fell onto the bed.

"I want you, Melissa. But first, there is something I have to do."

A frown clouded her face as I slid down, pulled off her jeans and panties, and parted her legs. My lips slid up her thighs, forcing her to spread her legs wider for me. "The first thing that's going to happen, Melissa, is you are going to cum for your baby. Now."

A groan filled the room as my tongue stroked her slit and circled her clit. Without ceremony, I slid two fingers into her slippery warm pussy and gently licked her delicate and modest little clit.

Prim and proper Melissa Strand's mouth opened and uttered a stream of potty mouth I never knew she had. "Oh fuck, you motherfucker, lick your mommy's pussy." Her abdomen jerked out of control. "Make me cum, you sonofabitch, I need you, I want you, make me, make me, make me..." her body stiffened and her voice rose, "cuuuuuummmm. Yes, yes, yes, ugh, ugh. That's right. There. Now." Suddenly she collapsed and grew quiet. The only sound in the room was her gasps for fresh air.

Calmly, I slid up her body.

"Oh yes, my darling. Now you're going to fuck me and claim me and make me yours. Now. Do it."

I looked down. Unlike Coral's big fat pussy, Mom's was almost tiny, her two inner lips barely peeking out from two protective outer lips and almost invisible clit. But as I slid my rock-hard cock inside, it was as if I slid into a custom-made glove. Warm, wet, slippery and, above all, welcoming.

"That's right, my darling. Fuck your new love. Fuck her hard. Show her what you got."

Not used to this side of my demure and conservative mother, I gave her my all to a torrent of encouragement that would make a sailor blush. I put her legs over my shoulders to get more penetration. "Yes, lover, come in, deeper, deeper. Fuck this cunt of yours, all the way. Make me cum again."

Sweating and gasping for breath, I hammered her with my love piston. With lust-filled eyes, she stared into mine. "Give it all to me, fucker. I want to cum again all over that sweet, hard monster of yours."

Her voice kept rising as I pumped away. Who needed a gym? Suddenly, her body convulsed again. This woman came with gusto. Her entire body tensed and released, tensed and released as she came. "Yes, lover, you promised me you would do better than old Sammy. Cum in me now, I want to feel it, want to feel your throbbing inside me. Give it to me."

That did it. It felt as if I was emptying out my entire body into her delicious body. "Yes, Melissa. All yours." I turned us both sideways so as to not collapse my full weight on her. Without a doubt, that had been the most fulfilling, but also the most strenuous fuck of my life.

She grinned at me. "That was awesome, Gunnar. Never in my life have I been so well fucked. You are the champ, my baby." She reached forward and slid kisses all over my face, then down my chest.

When my breathing settled into a fast pant, I said, "Melissa, I was right. You are the sexiest woman in the entire universe. Nobody, but nobody can hold a candle to you. That was awesome, babe." Her happiness was still fragile and I avoided calling her mother, lest she revert back into sadness. No matter how good it was ethically or morally, the hearty fuck seemed to pull Mom out of the swamp of misery she'd sank into, and I wanted to keep her out of it as long as possible.

Reaching my arm beneath her, I pulled her close and she snuggled into my arms, resting her head on my shoulder, an arm across my chest and a leg across mine. A soft moan of contentment hummed from her throat. "I so needed that. Thank you my sweet, strong lover. You gave me courage to face the world again."

Planting a kiss on her head, I stroked her back. "I'm so glad you came around to my point of view."

In a flash, she rose up and slapped me on my chest with a grin. "Don't get a big head so fast, buster. I'm still the boss around here."

"You don't like a big head? Should I call Winslow for you then?"

This time her slap had a real sting and her face turned serious. "Never mention his name again. Please." When I nodded she continued. "Speaking of call, I need to call Coral. For all we know Martin pulled the same stunt."

It was encouraging to hear Mom talk about the divorce in a much more neutral tone. Maybe she was right, she needed the release from the hard sex. She turned on the speaker and dialed.

Coral's tear-filled voice answered. "Hello."

"What did that piece of shit husband of yours do to you?"

"How did you know? Cool as cucumber, he announced he was leaving me. Asshole." The venom in her voice was unmistakable.

"My dad did the same," I replied.

"You too?" she hissed over the speakerphone. "The two dipshits must have decided this together. I'm coming, and bringing alcohol."

"Pack an overnight bag," I replied. "You're staying here tonight."

"Get the glasses ready."