Zach and the Cabin on Halfmoon Lake

Zach and Cabin on Halfmoon Lake

Zach saves a boy and pleasures the Mom

WARNING: This short story involves scenes of graphic sex including light domination, oral and anal. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old.

This story is a rare fulfillment of a request from one of my readers. My reader had just finished 'Zach and the Horse Widow' and it blew him away. He said I have a gift for interpreting erotica and fantasy; (so true, so true; LOL). He supplied me with many truthful facts around a life event when he was nine and his mother was a recent widow. There is nothing sexual with the boy so NO concern for the admins.

So this is a Zach story where he uses his abilities with the widow Mom. My reader only knew that the real hero in the true parts of the story saved his life and changed that of his mother pulling her from the funk of being a recent widow. He asked me to spin an erotic story using actual facts in his life. My hope is that my reader and yourself enjoy this fantasy.

I suppose I should add; "based on a true story", like they do in movies. Alton, New Hampshire and Halfmoon Lake are real locations in the White Mountains. I've actually been there visiting my wife's family and doing 'sugaring' (making maple syrup). Small world isn't it? I'm a widow now, my wife having passed away several years ago. She loved when I read my newest story to her cuddled up in bed.

Zach Begins

If you remember from my previous stories I had a brain injury from a bike accident that left me in a coma. When I awoke I discovered that I had a mind control ability that worked only with females. I could send restorative energy to females in need or tap into a woman's sexual and emotional needs. This story takes place during a bike touring trip.

I had time off from medical university and decided to take a biking tour through the White Mountains for several days. I had no plans to bike up that famous high mountain peak. No thank you! I work out every day at the university but that trek was not gonna happen! I was biking in the valleys and gentle hills so most was easy going navigating around many of the beautiful glacier lakes in the area.

I was near the quaint town named Alton biking around Half Moon Lake. I heard some excited yelling. The sound wasn't frolicking fun but fear. I rode my bike swiftly towards the sound and saw a middle aged woman pointing towards the lake and yelling.

"My son, my son! He's only nine. He's drowning! Help me, help me," she yelled jumping and pointing and weeping franticly.

I looked out at the lake and saw the young boy climb exhausted up onto the small floating dock perhaps a 100 yards from the shore. I assessed that he would not make it back on his own and perhaps would drown from hyperthermia and exhaustion. The lakes were glacial formed and mountain snow melt fed and very rarely warmed up.

I do laps at the university pool quite frequently so the swim would be easy. My Mom and Sister helped be through to Eagle Scout so I knew about water rescue so I would have to bring the boy back safely to the shore.

I really only had the one set of clothes I wore. Since the young boy was safe on the raft for now I started taking off my boots and socks then all my clothes. Having by now had many women; co-eds, mothers and daughters and secretly bred my Mother and Sister, I was no longer embarrassed being naked. Having a big package didn't hurt!

The mother was busy yelling encouragement to her son as I waded into the lake. It was summer but that glacial fed lake was funcking cold! I began to doubt the boy would have made it back without drowning. With strong strokes I covered the 100 yards quickly but the cold water effected me.

I pulled up on the dock and asked the boy if he was okay. I sat shivering with the summer sun on my back. "Yes, Sir," he replied, his teeth chattering. He was a skinny young boy; no body fat to protect him from the cold water. Maybe he should have known not to try the swim in the cold water. But that was too late now.

I told him I knew water rescue and would get him safely back to his mother if he trusted me. "What's your name son?" He said it was Steven. I told him my name was Zach. I asked him if he trusted me, "Yes Sir," he replied shaking. I instructed him that he had to hold on to me 'piggy back' style and I'd do the rest.

"The water will be cold but you will have to hold on tightly and be brave. Can you do that Steve?" He chattered out, "Yes, Sir." At least the boy was polite I laughed to myself.

I moved my naked ass to the edge of the dock and told the boy to hold on. It's very important that your rescued person not choke you to death as they panic. I laughed with Steve and told him to go easy on me. "Think of Superman giving you a ride except I don't have my cape on." My laughing made him at ease and he promised he would.

We slid into the cold lake water and Steve hissed from the cold. "Breath deeply, Steve, and don't choke me like you promised. Hold me across my shoulders and you'll be back with your mom in no time at all. Close your eyes and trust me."

Steve was added weight but my swimming and weight training took the weight and I swam for the shore. The rescue was over quickly. The mother weeping loudly wrapped her son in the picnic blanket. I stood there dripping the cold lake water down my body.

Mom stood briskly rubbing her son then looked over at me. I was close enough to see she had auburn hair cut to her shoulders and had green eyes. She looked average for a middle aged women; perhaps 5'3" and 130lbs. She was curvaceous, having a nice hourglass shape.

She was wearing a conservative one-piece bathing suit with bright large wide flowers, but it was her hard nipples pushing out the top of the suit that caught my attention. Looking down I could see the cleft the suite had made at the top of her thighs. The boy was rescued but the mom had a strong naked young man standing in front of her. Her eyes drifted down and stopped at my crotch looking at the size of my package,

What I love about my package since the accident is my cock always stays thick eight inches long and only gets a bit larger when hard with excitement. Two large eggs sit in a full ballsack completing the package. They refill with globs of cum quickly.

I flexed my cock and it rose and dropped. I did it several times. She stood there frozen watching my cock then brought her hand to her lips as if hiding behind it. It appeared that time stood still. I had no info if she had a husband and if the boy's father was perhaps at one of the lakeside cabins.

"Oh I'm so sorry. I was so worried about my son I didn't realize you were standing there naked shivering from the cold lake water. Please grab your stuff. My cabin is just there. Come in and warm up. I'll make tea or coffee and throw a blanket on you and get you warm again," the mother speed spoke through her adrenalin rush.

The mother aimed the boy to the cabin and rushed him inside. I grabbed my stuff and rolled my mountain bike up to the porch. My ride is the 'Polygon Siskiu T9 - Mountain Bike'. The Siskiu T is a do-it-all trail bike, designed to conquer any trail. It's both nimble and stable, providing a comfortable and confidence-inspiring ride. It's nice to have family money to afford the best.

I walked in in time to see the mother swat the young boy's ass wrapped in a towel telling him to get into his sweats and go read and warm up. She excused herself into the bathroom and returned wrapped in a shower towel; her bathing suit obviously off. She stood there frozen again memorizing the front of my naked body.

"Oh my gosh, where is my head? You're dripping there naked from the cold. Let me get you a bath towel. She returned then the mother kicked in and she began rubbing my body briskly drying me off and warming me. She unthinking rubbed my package feeling my long thick cock.

She eeked and dropped the towel. She bent over and her face was level with my cock. I pulsed it and she took in a deep breath. She moved into me and wrapped the towel around my waist and looked up at me with bright green eyes. Thousands of seconds ticked by. "Do you want tea or coffee?" she managed to get out.

"Oh my gosh, where are my manners? You rescued my son from certain death and I don't even know your name. My name is Ruth, and you are.......?"

"My name is Zach," I said extending my hand. When Ruth took my hand I made the mental connection with her. I read her. There was shock over the event with her son. There was deep loneliness; a story she may share. BUT there was a burning desire as her mind held images of my cock and her deep need to feel a man's strength inside her once again.

I was thinking divorce or widowhood and her need to raise her young son had closed her off. I sent thoughts of calm and safety and a warming of her desires. Her hand pulsed holding mine and her green eyes watered as her other hand came up and touched my cheek.

Laughing she said that tired line, "Coffee, tea, or......." then ruffled my long red hair and rising on her bare toes kissed my cheek. I pulled down some of her juices to wet between her nether lips. She took in a soft breath then moaned closing her eyes.

I did not want to do too much too soon until I knew her story. "Ruth, I'd love some coffee," I said to break the connection.

She laughed. Her face had a bright smile behind that laugh and her eyes sparkled and her cheeks and cleavage turned bright pink. Was she naked under that towel tucked into her cleavage just about her breasts? Would it 'accidently' unravel?

Ruth was hardly roughing it as she had K-cups unless the cabin management provided that. Many of the cabins were summer rentals for boating and fishing turning over to winter rentals for the ski season there in the While Mountains.

She got my cup going then turning to me she said she could make me a grilled cheese for lunch. "No crust, cut into triangles?" I asked. "Got tomato soup to go with it?" She laughed an honest free laugh.

I watched the towel rise and the back of her naked thighs stretch when she reached up into the cabinet then tapped down a can of tomato soup. "Do all little boys love grilled cheese and tomato soup?" she asked smiling.

"I know this boy does as well as other things....." I let hang in the air. Ruth looked at me and her green eyes blinked and twinkled in a wry smile.

"I bet you do Zach," she said quietly as she first poured out my coffee and got the milk from the fridge. She then made the soup and multiple grilled cheese sandwiches then called Steve out. She made him hot chocolate with marshmallows to warm up his insides.

Steve came out all filled with the promise of youth. I engaged him and got him to share things about school and being up here at the cabin. He told me his dad had died suddenly more than I year ago and that they had come to this cabin for two weeks during the summer for as long as he could remember.

He turned quiet and told me his dad would have been with him watching out for him in the lake. He thanked me for rescuing him. I looked at his mother and she had tears from her eyes rolling down her cheeks. Her chest was red and her breathing ragged. She was in agony.

I reached out my hand and she took it. I washed her over with a since of safety and fulfillment in regards to her son. I gripped her hand tighter and flushed her body in warmth. I tightened her nipples under the towel and caused her vulva to flush with blood and her juices to moisten her nether lips. She trembled thinking she was letting herself loose her control.

She sat at the table joining the two men until lunch was done. She told Steve to eat up and he better go take a nap as he had exhausted his body in his ordeal. "Lucky for us Zach had come along. I don't know what we would have done....." she trailed off. "If you wake up stay in your room reading until supper time."

When they stood Ruth hugged Steve kissing him many times perhaps realizing how close she came to another tragedy. Steve fussed as a nine year old would do in the presence of an adult male and his mother smothering him with affection. Mothers and sons.....

Ruth Has Needs

Ruth cleaned up watching me watch her. Her face turned red multiple times. Were her thoughts running away with her? She excused herself and went into the bathroom. She was in there for some while then came out naked. She then stood in the doorway to the master bedroom and held out her hand. I didn't get up right away. Her eyes closed and she whispered, "Please."

Ruth was middle aged; younger than my mother, older than my Sister, Samantha. Her breasts were firm and full. Her areolas here a dark rose, almost the colour of her auburn hair. Her nipples were dark, full and extended with her excitement.

Her mons was covered with her auburn curly hair trimmed where her thighs met her belly for modesty when wearing her one-piece bathing suit. HOWEVER, her labia were bare of curls. Did Ruth just shave those nether lips? Had she stood in the bathroom arguing within herself that a young man would not want a woman as old as herself?

I put down my coffee cup and stood and unwrapped my towel. My hard cock pointed at her as I stepped towards her. She hissed as she retreated into the room perhaps knowing I was gonna fuck her. Perhaps desiring to feel my long thick cock deep inside her she was beginning to scent.

The back of her legs hit the bed and she fell on her back then leaned up on her forearms. She watched me kneel, lift her ankles onto my shoulders then slide the towel under her ass. Her juices were just wetting her shaved pussy lips raising her scent into the bedroom.

I placed a pillow beside her face because if she was like any of the many women that I have pleasured she was gonna spray and scream. I pushed her thighs apart and she groaned when my long tongue slid up between her wet pussy lips and flicked her hiding love knot. I flicked it again and her thighs trembled.

My tongue slowly slid down her wet pussy lips and my tip tapped her anus. It puckered closed as she moaned. I pushed using my gift to open that back ring and my tongue tip entered. "Zach..... I.." Ruth whispered. I would have her there but not now. I left an itch there that only a cock could scratch.

I brought one finger to the doorway into her vagina and used her dripping juices to slide in. I was testing how tight she was perhaps not having sex since her husband died. I put another finger to her doorway and opened it to let my other finger enter her wet tightness.

My two long fingers moved in and out her wet sleeve curling upwards to rub her g-pad while my tongue flicked her clit. Her pussy let down a flow of her warm juices which I drank down. My lips captured her swelling clit and I sucked and licked feeling her pussy tighten down on my fingers.

Ruth was close to her climax so with my other hand I moved my thumb between her plump ass cheeks. She hissed when it ran across those back forbidden lips. With my powers I brought her to the edge of her climax. One more pleasure, one more pleasure.

My thumb pushed into her yielded ass and Ruth grabbed the pillow and screamed and thrashed on the bed. Her juices sprayed out as my fingers moved rapidly in and out her pussy rubbing her g-pad. My wrist, palm and chin got sprayed by her fragrant juices as my fingers felt her pussy grip and pulse. My thumb was held tightly by her ass.

I did not let up as a third finger was added into her pussy and two fingers replaced my thumb in her ass. I brought her to another powerful climax as both hands worked her neglected groin. My lips sucked her swollen clit as she screamed into the pillow and thrashed about on the bed.

I heard a muffled, "Stop, Stop, Stop!" as my long red hair was pulled by her two hands. I stopped it all except my two fingers moving in her 'virgin'? ass. "Fuck, Zach, Fucking Stop," Ruth groaned.

"Nice talk for a mother of a young boy. What would he ever think of his mother if he heard her cursing like that? "Fuck You," I heard bright and clear. To get her back I put my fingers side by side and slowly slid them out of her ass giving it such a desire to be fucked that it would become unnerving.

I moved up on the bed and lay my legs across her belly as if she was a bed pillow. "Fuck You, Zach," I heard loudly muffled into the pillow. I took the quilt from the other side and curled up to take a nap. I didn't sleep for long. "Ma what's for dinner?" I heard from the other side of the bedroom door.

"Oh Fuck Zach! What have I done?" she whispered.

"Hush you silly woman. Steve get your shoes on. I'm taking you and your mom out to 'Foster's Tavern' for dinner. Clean up like a good son then go start the car. We'll be out soon."

"Get dressed Ruth. You have every right to your pleasure. Let go of the past. You cannot change what happened but can change how you react to it and move on. Just put on a blouse and a skirt and nothing under that. I want to sit in that restaurant knowing you are naked under there. Now get moving."

Ruth got up and rustled in the closet and found the skirt and dress blouse she had packed. She opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a panty and bra set. "NO!" I barked. Ruth turned to me her green eyes wide holding the set.

"Ruth you put those on and I will cut them off you in the restaurant parking lot while your son holds you down. Now obey. You may go pee, brush your beautiful auburn hair and put on your shoes. Now go and obey or tonight your ass will feel the bite of my belt."

"Oh Zach, you wouldn't. Not with Steve helping you. You wouldn't, not really?"

"Test me Ruth," is all I said as I walked naked out of the room. "Zach No!" Ruth hissed. Lucky for her Steve was already in the car. I dressed then walked out and sat in the shotgun seat. Ruth came out and sat behind the wheel. I ran my hand down her back and did not feel a bra strap.

"Pull up your skirt Ruth, and prove you do now have panties on," I whispered leaning towards her ear. I watched her skit go up so my fingers followed. She moaned when my fingers caressed her naked labia and ran between her wet lips. "Good girl!" I said.

"Ready for a treat tonight Steve," I said keeping my hand between Ruth's warm thighs. "Oh Yes, Sir. Mother never mentioned we would be going out. I can remember this as the day I was rescued by a stranger," he said laughing.

Pizza, burgers, and other casual eats were dished up in a laid-back restaurant with live entertainment. Steve never knew my left hand was under his mother's skirt the whole dinner. Ruth tried to dissuade me by hissing at me but to no avail.

The French Woman

Our waitress was young, very attractive and attentive and I made her laugh several times. She said she was from France coming over here as summer help. We spoke in French from then on and she told me her plans to tour the USA when her commitment was over. My hand was on the edge of the table and I casually rubbed her mound and let out pulses of pleasure. Yvette hissed and touched my cheek and ran her hand through my long red hair.

Our table was in a secluded corner of the restaurant away from prying eyes. Standing next to me serving our courses she let my hand stray under her short skirt and roam across her ass. I felt a lot of warm flesh so she must have been wearing a T-back. She laughed genuinely, not in the slightest offended. Ah the French!

My hand returned to the edge of the table and carefully, slowly, she rubbed her vulva across my knuckles atop her skirt. My knuckles must have formed a cameltoe in her wet panties under the front of her skirt. She paid no attention to the woman seated at my table. Steve was busy listening to the local band.

Yvette brought us our check and stood by our table. She moaned and trembled as I brought her to a tiny climax letting my powers flood across her pleasure knot. I could smell her scent and knew her panties were soaked.

"Monsieur, vous êtes si méchant" -- Sir you are so naughty! Would your date mind a ménage a trios?" she whispered laughing then leaned down and kissed me deeply.

"Zach what was all that? What were you saying to her? What did you do to that young woman?" Ruth peppered me perhaps from jealousy. She pulled my hand from between her skirt and turned her knees away. Our meal was done and I dropped two fifties on the table as a tip for Yvette. Yes I carry that and more.

I was paying the check and I heard, "Monsieur, Monsieur." Yvette handed me my two fifties and I thought she was offended. She smiled brightly; amber eyes open wide and pulled out the open yoke of her blouse. I caught on quickly and pushed the fifties into the left bra cup. I felt her hard nipple and the rapid pulse of her heart.

"Plus tard?" (Later?) she asked giving me an invitation. "Désolé non princesse," (Sorry no Princess), I said and leaned in for a deep kiss and squeezed her ass. She squealed and bit my lower lip and stood there pouting.

Yvette turned to Steven and smiled. She handed him a small 'doggy bag'. "This is for you young man. Do not open it until you are alone in your bedroom. Now let me give you a real kiss." She leaned down and took his cheeks in her hands and brought her lips to his.

Yvette held the kiss for some time. "Merci jeune home, c'était un très beau baiser." She laughed and turned away. As we walked out the door, Ruth killed me with her looks.

Back at the cabin I found a beat-up box of 'Sorry' and we played for hours. Steve laughed the loudest when he kicked me back to 'Home'. He drew out a long low 'S O R R Y' each time he did it. It was late and time for bed. Ruth looked at me knowing I would demand her bed be shared.

"Steve come here baby. Since Zach rescued you and has been so nice to you today I don't want him to sleep on the floor. Would it be okay if he sleeps in my room, kinda like a sleep-over you have with your buddies back home?"

"Sure, Ma," Steve laughed. "I like Zach. He saved my life. I can understand that. He let me order what I wanted at the restaurant and didn't get mad when I beat him at 'Sorry'. Besides this is a special day because a got a real kiss on the lips from that French woman. Like a real kiss from a grown up woman who wasn't my Mom. Wait till I tell the guys back in the neighborhood."

Ah the innocence of youth! "Well if we are not up when you get up have cold cereal. Stay in the house and read. Do Not Go Near the Lake!"

"Okay Ma, I promise. Maybe Zach and I can do something together tomorrow." He kissed his Mom on the lips and her green eyes got huge. "Nite Ma."

"What did you start?" Ruth hissed.

"Your son is no idiot. He told you he got a real kiss from a French woman but he kissed you on the lips to show you he loves only you. The love for his Mother by the Son can never be broken. Be prepared to get lip kisses from now on." I knew of what I spoke!

I went into the bedroom, sat on the bed and ordered Ruth to stand in front of me. She trembled. "Remove your clothes, bad girl."

Ruth's Domination

One by one her blouse buttons were opened and it was removed. Ruth's mature full breasts rose and fell with each of her frightened breaths. "Hold them in your palms and present them to me as a gift." She hissed then held them out to me. "Rub your nipples until they are hard then pinch them." She obeyed.

"Now your skirt." Ruth moved her hands to the side of her skirt, undid the button and zipper and the skirt fell to the floor. She stood there naked breathing deeply trying to maintain control. She was curvaceous and her skin seemed satin smooth. She moaned when my fingers caressed her belly. I wondered if she could deliver another baby.

"Rub your pussy on my fingers," I ordered holding two palm up. "Zach," she groaned and opened her thighs. She held my wrist and brought her naked pussy lips onto my fingers. She must have shaved them earlier thinking I would be taking her for my pleasure. She squatted slightly and ran her clit down my fingers, tips to palm. She groaned and wet my palm with her warm juices. She did that many times her thighs trembling.

"Push them into your neglected pussy," I growled. Ruth trembled. She kicked her skirt aside and opened her thighs wider. She bent my fingers at the first knuckle then found the wet entrance to her vagina. Those first knuckles entered into her heat and she groaned. She squatted and took those two fingers deep into her vagina until stopped by my palm.

"Hold your ass cheeks apart," Ruth reached back and pulled the mature hams of her ass apart. I put my thumb against her anus. "Take my thumb up your ass," I growled. "Oh Zach," she moaned but pushed back until she felt her passage door yield and my thumb pop into her ass. "Good girl," I said.

"Make yourself cum." Ruth started to whimper but moved her hips. Ruth going back made my thumb go deep into her ass and my fingers ride out to the doorway of her vagina. Pushing forward had the reverse. Ruth trembled and groaned as she used my hands for her pleasure for many minutes.

I curled my fingers in her pussy upwards and rubbed her g-pad each time she took them deep. I angled my other thumb to rub her clit with each thrust. I linked her pleasure to my thumbs and her body shook like she was tazered. I actually held her up by my fingers deep up her pussy

She knew she couldn't scream when she climaxed so she grabbed a pillow and bit down. Warm juices poured down her thighs and wet the floor. Her pussy crushed my fingers then released then crushed them again several times. Her asshole pulsed against my palm gripping my thumb.

I let her experience a body trembling climax feeling her juices spraying against my palm. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders as she tried to maintain standing. The final climax sapped all her strength and she slid off my fingers and thumb and collapsed to the floor to lie in her wet juices.

I don't fuck unconscious women! I went into the bathroom and did my business and left a small light on. I went to the far side of the bed and slid naked under the covers and quickly fell asleep actually dreaming of Yvette sucking my cock. It felt all too real.

Midnight Oral Pleasure

I opened my eyes and saw a pile of hair lying on my belly moving up and down. When the hair went up I felt pleasure on the crown of my cockhead. When the pile went down I felt wet warmth all along my cockshaft. Ruth was pleasuring my cock. I just lay there letting her pleasure me. Perhaps her husband loved the way she sucked his cock.

She was in no rush savoring her mouth filled with cock and leaking cum. Her fingers tenderly caressed my large ball sack holding one egg each in her palm. I had only a chiming clock to tell time. Two chimes -- two o'clock. When I heard another chime I knew another half hour had past and I was close to the edge.

Ruth never looked back; never asked. I exploded in her mouth shooting bolts of cum down into her belly; her lips tight on my cockshaft moving up and down sucking up my cum. Ruth swallowed each of my many thick hot pulses of cum not once opening her mouth.

When I stopped pulsing Ruth stayed on my shaft licking and cleaning the head and sucking up the last of my cum. When no more came out my cockhead she licked up and down my shaft getting the last. She tenderly kissed each ballsack as if thanking each for the gift she received.

Ruth tenderly kissed up my belly, my chest, then buried her face in my armpit and breathed in deeply then let it out in one long breath. She was soon asleep and I fell back asleep.

Gone Fishin

I woke up wide awake hearing the clock chime six. I slipped out of bed and grabbed my clothes and went to the kitchen and made coffee. I went to Steve's room and carefully woke him. "Get up sleepyhead we're going fishing."

I told him to dress quietly and we can piss down by the lake. I took a "Gone Fishin" sign off the wall and left it by the coffee maker. So out we went, me with coffee and a muffin and Steve with a muffin and a juicebox. I grabbed the tomato soup can and taught Steve how to find early morning worms.

There was fishing gear in a shed and an overturned canoe. I insisted on life jackets for the both of us. We dragged the canoe to the lake then I unzipped. I started pissing. "Get it out mister. I can't have you standing in the canoe trying to piss." So the boy had another rite-of-passage.

I taught him casting and trolling and was so thankful when Steve hooked a big one. I taught him how to play it until it was exhausted and easy to reel in. It was a huge lake trout and would feed the three of us for dinner. We spent the next hour or so doing catch and release. All in all Steve caught five to my three. He was beside himself.

I asked him what Yvette had given him in the small bag. He turned bright red and didn't answer for some time. He looked down and whispered, "She gave me her panties. They were very wet and had a pleasant scent. I kept them on my pillow as I fell asleep. What Sir, did she say in French?"

"She said, 'Merci jeune home, c'était un très beau baiser.' 'Thank you young man, that was a very nice kiss.' I think you tried to steal my potential date. Steven, be kind to girls and women that come into your life. Do not selfishly break their heart." Thus endith that life lesson.

I taught him how best to gut a fish and also search for tape worms. Luckily there were none. We washed the fish by the lake edge then dragged the canoe back to its spot. I taught Steve the importance of putting away the tackle so it would be there for the next time.

I knelt and took his face in my hands and wiped fish guts across his forehead and cheeks. I told him he was a man of the world, "Especially since stealing a kiss from my French girlfriend," and we both laughed. I turned serious and told him NEVER take out the canoe by himself. "There would be no one to rescue you!"

We walked in and Ruth was disheveled in her bathrobe. "STEVEN, where have you been? I've been worried sick! And what is that all over your face? It smells disgusting!" Ruth yelled.

Steve slapped down the long lake trout on the counter then dropped the "Gone Fishin" sign on her lap. "Mother, fish guts are all over my face as a rite-of-passage. There is dinner for the three of us caught in the lake early this morning by your young man of the house. I'm expecting Zach to stay another day or so, so talk him into it. I will be very disappointed to learn he is leaving. I'm taking a shower than a nap."

I took off my boots and made myself coffee. I sat at the table and pointed to Ruth's bathrobe. She gave me a not understanding look then the lightbulb went off. She unbuttoned her robe and uncovered her mature tits. She turned deep red as I sipped my coffee and looked her over.

"Stand up!" I barked. My having read her via bodily contact I knew Ruth wanted to be a supplicant and follow my orders. She could not yield but could follow commands. She stood and I gazed on her pussy. Her scent soon rose filling the area around us. "Unzip me and pull down my pants."

I pushed my chair back and waited. Her green eyes closed and her tongue ran over her dry lips. "Kneel." She did and unbuckled my belt and took down my zipper. All my pants have been custom altered with an extra long nylon zipper so my cock and balls don't get scratched.

Ruth pulled my pants down and off my feet, no boxers. "Make it hard like last night," I growled. She hissed and took my large cockhead into her mouth and sucked. Her lips slid down my thick shaft and she sucked blood into it making it hard. She kissed my crown tenderly licking off my leaking cum.

I took my phone out of my pocket and put it on the table. "Sit on my cock and get it deep up your naughty pussy. After you cum and wet my balls a few times I'll fill your cunt with my hot thick cum. It will be your morning assignment to pleasure me. Now show me the crimson gash between your legs and swallow my cock till I reach your belly button."

"Oh Fuck, Zach," Ruth moaned but moved her dripping pussy on my cockhead until she found the entrance into her vagina. My large crown breached into her heat and she groaned dropping her forehead on my shoulder. Gravity dominated and my cock slowly filled her as her pussy slid down my cock. She growled when my cockhead tapped her cervix.

Her ass cheeks and thighs would have to prevent any more cock getting deep up inside her; "going where no cock had ever been before" (woo hoo woo hoo hoo). I laughed to myself even if I was the only one getting the pun. I'd expect Trekkers to get it.

I slipped my hands inside her robe and gripped her tits. "There's fish guts on my hands from the rite-of-passage for your son. You don't have to thank me just pleasure my long thick cock with your tight pussy."

I picked up the phone. "No pictures, please Zach," Ruth whined. "Relax. I'm calling my Mother, but taking pictures is a great idea."

I dialed the number and Sam actually answered. "Princess I'm fine but gonna stay a few more days here in Alton. I saved a drowning young boy and am teaching him the arts of becoming a man. We went out today and I taught him how to fish and he caught our dinner, the stinker. Yes, I'm fucking the mother. Actually she is riding my cock at the breakfast table while her young son takes a shower. Wanna talk with her?"

"Say hello to my sister Samantha. The cock slut is Ruth. Say hello Ruth!"

"Fuck you Zach!" she growled. My phone was on speaker. "I see you are using all your charms on the poor lady Zach," Samantha laughed. "I'll tell Mom your fine. Your daughters are doing well. Hungry snots are on my tits as usual; giving Mom a break. Her nipples hurt. Your daughters are teething damn it. I Love You Zach. Be well Daddy. If Ruth doesn't like your cock save it for me until you get home from your vacation. Did I say I Love You?"

I heard a sob and the line went dead. "Zach did you fuck your Mother and sister and make babies with them?" Ruth whispered.

"Quiet slut and make me cum deep up your pussy," I growled and thrust up deep into her feeling the hot inner flesh up top grip my cockhead. Ruth groaned and held her belly. I slapped her ass a few times and she whimpered.

"Mom I'm done with my shower. I left plenty of hot water for you and Zach. Yea I know. I'm not an idiot. I'm glad he is making you happy. Treat him good. Gonna be in my room reading. No screaming." I heard his door close.

Kitchen Table Put To Use

I stood and Ruth wrapped her legs around my hips. I turned and placed Ruth on her back on the old wooden kitchen table. I pulled her mature ass to the edge of the table so my heavy ballsack would not strike the wood. I started rutting the middle aged widow watching her full tits wobble on her chest.

Ruth grunted each time my cock went deep into her hot flesh. Her female juices sprayed past my descending cock wetting my balls, the table and the kitchen floor. Ruth was groaning and cursing and demanding to be fucked. I heard a door open.

I used my powers and read Ruth. It was her fertile time and I would breed her when I ejaculated my cum deep against the doorway to her womb. Pleasure was building in her and she would soon crash into a powerful climax.

I reached between where we were joined and my knuckles rubbed across her swollen clit and she screamed. Her pussy collapsed all along my long thick cockshaft and pulsed as her climax took her away to powerful surges of pleasure. Ruth cursed and thrust her hips up off the table taking my cock deep.

The heated flesh deep inside her kissed my cockhead and pleasure knot and drove me over the edge. My cockhead surged my cum against the doorway to her womb. Did I count; seven, eight, nine pulses of cum painting white the depths of her flesh?

The two of us grunted and groaned our pleasure as my thick cockbase rubbed her swollen clit. She hissed and cursed each time I went deep rubbing her knot. Ruth pushed up and I pushed down until we were totally spent. I gripped Ruth's fleshy tits sending pulses of pleasure each time I pinched her nipples.

I felt her juices dripping out as I pulled back my long thick cock. I watched her naked pussy lips holding tight to my thick cockshaft; out when I pulled back and in when I pushed deep. Ruth hissed each way getting pleasure from her caressed clit.

We were quiet breathing deeply when I heard a door close. I lifted and held Ruth by her fleshy ass cheeks; her legs too spent to grip me. My cock was still buried deep up inside her as I walked her to the bathroom. I set her ass on the counter and slowly pulled my cock out of her tight pussy.

The bathtub was that old white clawfoot tub with a semicircle bar holding the sliding shower curtain. I turned each of the porcelain knobs until the cascading water was warm. I turned back to Ruth and smiled looking at the dripping 'creampie' between her naked pussy lips.

I pushed her robe off and took off my shirt. My pants and socks were still on the kitchen floor, hopefully not in the puddle of Ruth's female juices. Ruth was 'all fucked out' and I had to hold her up as I washed the sex off the both of us.

I held her soapy soft tits against my chest as I washed her back and between her ass cheeks. She bit my neck when my soapy thumb went up into her ass. Her tight ring pulsed a welcome on my thumb.

I raised her chin to look at me. Her green eyes locked on my hypnotic deep blue eyes. "I'm gonna claim your ass tonight Ruth. I am gonna discipline your ass with my belt then fill it with my long thick cock. You will have the rest of tonight to bargain with your demons and yield yourself to me. You will have no choice."

I pulled my thumb from her ass and rinsed us both. I turned off the water and placed a towel on the toilet seat and sat. I took another towel and softly caressed her mature body drying her as I went. She laughed when I rubbed her nipples and under her arms. She moaned when I kissed both places.

Ruth held my cheeks and leaned down and kissed me very tenderly. "I am loving what you are doing to me. I so deeply missed my husband after the accident. I closed myself off. You have opened me up to long denied pleasure. If you are gentle I will willingly yield to you. You will be my Master tonight." She kissed me deeply then insisted that she dry me.

I sat on the bed and watched her choose and put on a pretty flowered bra and panty set. She slipped on a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. I motioned her to beside the bed and felt her ass in the jeans. She laughed and walked out returning with my clothes sack and jeans. She chose new socks, a muscle shirt and a flannel dress shirt.

"No boxers Zach?" she asked. "Nope," I replied. "Doesn't that scratch, you know, your package," she asked smiling. "Not really. I'm use to it. Besides it makes it easier to let the snake out." She laughed a strong belly laugh, snorting, then laughing. I think she felt deep joy finally in a long time.

I was dressed and knocked on Steve's door. "Put the panties down; we're going food shopping for dinner. You're cooking tonight." Holding me from behind Ruth whispered, "What panties?" I laughed and didn't answer. Steve opened the door beet red. I rubbed his hair. "Ready sport?"

I wanted to get other things for tonight's trout dinner. Ruth drove to Alton Circle Grocery and I walked Steve up and down the aisles choosing items to season and complement dinner. I grabbed a bag of charcoal as that was how Steve would cook dinner. I chose fresh veggies and an apple pie.

We spent the day playing every game boxed in the cabin. Steve laughed the loudest when he beat me. I taught Steve everything there was to learn about preparing and cooking a trout dinner over the coals. I supervised keeping Mom from trying to step in. Steve did an excellent job. We sat out on the porch until bedtime.

Steve Has Understanding

Steve gave me a strong hug and wished me goodnight. In a very mature way he thanked me for what I was doing for him and his mother. "I can see a difference in Mom already. It's as if a dark blanket has been lifted from her. I heard her laughing, something I hadn't heard since Dad died. Zach you have been very good for her. I will do my best once you leave, as sad as that will be."

He came and kissed his mother on her lips, then softly a few times more. Ruth started to cry. Steve kissed those tears away. "Keep it down tonight Mom. A young man needs his sleep." He laughed and kissed his mom again then went into his room.

Ruth and I cleaned up then sat outside finishing the Pinot Grigio. "It's time Ruth. Go do your bathroom business then come to the bedroom dressed. I want to watch you removing your clothes as you begin to yield to me. First give me a kiss. I will be gone when you wake up in the morning. This is the way it has to be."

She began weeping but leaned down and kissed me the most tenderly she had as of late. She finished her glass of wine perhaps giving herself a shot of courage then went into the cabin. I came in and locked up for the night.

I tapped on Steve's door and wished him goodnight. "Goodnight Sir. Have fun with my Mother," was his reply. "Still got Yvette's panties on your pillow?" Some time went by. "Yes Sir." I tapped twice on his door and walked away.

I stripped and pulled my belt from my jeans and sat on the bed. When Ruth entered she saw the belt and brought her hands up to her face and closed her eyes. "Begin Ruth," I said with strength in my voice.

My Belt Warms Her Ass

She started with her flannel shirt and let it drop behind her. I watched her mature breasts incased in her flowery bra rise and fall with her frightened breath. I pointed to her waist and she worked her way out of her jeans. Her panties were also flowery but I could ascertain the gusset was darker and wet. Her scent was obvious.

I pointed to her bra with my belt and she unclipped it then held her cups in her palms. She looked at me wanting assurances. "You are quite lovely Ruth, beautiful and feminine. It has been very fulfilling finding pleasure in your body. Now show me your tits," I barked.

She laughed and dropped her bra then took each full mature orb into her palms and held them out to me as perhaps an offering. "Pull out your nipples until I say, When." Ruth pinched each hard nipple and pulled moaning as I let her feel the pain. Her eyes pinched closed and she hissed but I made her hold them out longer.

"Enough," I said but she did not release. "Ruth?" I asked. "You didn't say, 'When', Master."

"Good girl Ruth; 'When," I said and she groaned and released her nipples. Her breathing was deep and raspy.

"Ruth, are your panties wet?"

"Yes Master," she whispered.

"Will I need to tie you down on the bed, Ruth?"

"No Master."

"Will you cry out and frighten your son?"

"Perhaps Master."

"Then I will have to gag you with your wet panties. Remove them and hand them to me." Ruth walked to my side of the bed and slipped out of her panties and handed them to me. They were wet and fragrant.

"I will gag you with your panties but expect you to count the strokes laid upon your ass as best you can. Failure to do so and I shall start over with the count. Open your mouth and do not spit out your panties until I give you permission." I brought her wet panties to her mouth. Ruth opened her mouth wide so I carefully placed her panties in her mouth and listened to her ability to breathe.

"Kneel on your side of the bed pointing your ass back at me and place your tits down on the covers." She did and I ran my fingers through her wet naked pussy lips. I didn't remember telling Ruth to shave her labia so she had done so on her own. Perhaps her husband had liked her bare. "Shall we begin?"

I tested the slap of my folded belt on my palm. Ruth would not experience pain any worse than a slap on her ass. I kissed her ass with the leather strap. "Mone," she groaned as best she could gagged with her panties.

Ruth counted up to seven and I stopped and slid my two long fingers between her labia and stroked her pleasure knot. Her thighs trembled as her juices rolled down her inner thighs. Was Ruth letting the fantasy define her sexual reaction? She counted out her next seven and my fingers discovered her pussy dripping her warm fluids. Her inner thighs down to her ankles were wet with her juices.

I gave her the last seven with the last three being the hardest. Ruth sprayed her juices out onto the bedroom floor. I moved my knuckles onto her clit and rubbed her to a trembling climax. My hand got soaked with her female cum. I rubbed her clit again and her thighs trembled like she had been tazered.

I dropped the belt across her back then ran my hard cock through her wet pussy lips. I found her entrance with my large cockhead and pushed into her heat. Ruth was spent and could not prevent my cock from going deep into her yet she pushed back seeking my cock.

I ran my cock rapidly in her tight dripping pussy. For all the women I've had in my wanderings I can control my climax. For several minutes I rutted within Ruth, feeling her pussy pulse all along my long thick cock lost in her several climaxes.

I held my cock to the depths in her hot flesh rubbing against the doorway to her womb. I pulled my coated cock from her pussy and laid it within her ass cheeks. I rubbed my male pleasure knot across the circle of her anus listening to Ruth's low moans.

I Take My Pleasure In Ruth

"I need a warm tight place to release my cum Ruth so I am going to take my pleasure within your dark sleeve."

"Nooooooooo," came a muffled moan.

I rubbed my cockhead between her dripping pussy lips then placed it against her anus. "Nooooooooo," she groaned as I pushed forward and her analring began to yield. "Nooooooooo," she moaned and trembled when my crown breached into her darkness and her back flesh grabbed me tightly.

I reached under her and rubbed her clit against her pubic bone and brought her to a climax. Her dark sleeve pulsed through her aftershocks and her pussy juices wet my fingers. I pushed until my ballsack kissed her naked pussy lips. I was fully deep in the warmth and tightness of her ass.

I took pleasure in Ruth's ass for uncounted minutes. I reached my tipping point and felt my ballsack pull up tight. I grabbed her auburn hair and pulled back like reins on a horse. She lifted her head to ease the pain and hissed around the gag.

My cockhead exploded jettisoning my pulses of cum deep into her darkness. I pushed against her ass cheeks desiring my cock to be deep inside her. I groaned too pleasured to count how many pulses of my cum I released within her. I pulled back then filled Ruth's ass over and over as I trembled in pleasure.

My fingers went under her and rubbed her to another climax. Her pulses of her ass gripped all along my cockshaft making me tremble in pleasure. I laid along her sweaty back and pushed her hair aside. I bit into the flesh of her nape tasting her blood. I thrust into her ass going for the last of my pleasure.

I bit across her shoulders and up and down her neck. Ruth groaned and her ass trembled on my softening cock. I slowly pulled my cock out of her ass getting a final kiss as her analring tried to close. I pushed down my cockshaft dropping dollops of the last of my cum onto the small of her sweaty back.

I slapped Ruth's ass a few times then pushed her down onto the bed. I carefully pulled her panties from her mouth. Her breathing was deep as a spent sleep overtook her. I did my nighttime business leaving a light on then crawled under the bedcovers. Ruth lay across the bottom of the bed. The sexual pleasure in this bedroom pushed me into a deep sleep.

I woke still to darkness. My cock felt hard. Ruth's hand was going up and down my long thick shaft firming its hardness. "Zach wake up. I want you again. The moon is full and I want you to take me again down by the lake. Come with me," she whispered pulling on my hard cock.

Holding my cock she walked me out the cabin grabbing the blanket. Finding a patch of moonlight Ruth spread the blanket then knelt. She turned me so she could see my hard cock in the moonlight. She kissed my dripping cockhead sucking the crown to coat her tongue with the first of my cum. I hissed when her lips slid tightly down my cockshaft. She held me tightly in her warm wet mouth making soft humming sounds as if she loved my cock.

Her lips slid up my shaft and she held it against my abs. Ruth licked and sucked up my bone, flicking my knot with the tip of her tongue listening to me hiss my pleasure. She kissed each of my heavy cum filled balls then took each into her warm mouth. She sucked tenderly and washed each with her wet tongue.

She took my cockhead back into her mouth and pleasured herself as much as she did me. My ability washed over her making her drip her juices out from between her naked labia then down her inner thighs and drip off her anus. She trembled and groaned on my cock filling her mouth. I could sense her pleasure.

Ruth kissed my cockhead then lay on her back on the blanket spreading her thighs open wide. The moonlight came out from behind a cloud and shone upon her naked body. It was as if a shaft of moonlight highlighted her naked wet labia; like there it is Zach for your pleasure.

"Please don't fuck me Zach. Please make love to me. Please desire me. I need to feel needed; to drive away the cobwebs of my loneliness. I know you will be gone when I awake. I need to fill myself with memories of pleasure with you; memories of your strength deep up inside of me. I want to feel you drip from my core after you fill me deep with your essence."

"Make love to me Zach," she entreated opening wide her arms and reaching up for me. I knelt between her thighs breathing in her scent. I pulled my cock laying it between us pointing my cockhead towards her belly button. I laid out upon her feeling her warm mature breasts against the tightness of my torso. I gave her all my weight and she moaned wrapping her arms and legs tightly around me.

Ruth kissed everywhere her lips could reach upon me. I listened to her weeping as perhaps memories of pleasure with her husband, Steven's father, washed over her. I could feel her warm juices wetting my ballsack as she rocked under me. I held her cheeks and kissed her deeply until we shared the same breath.

My powers filled her and I brought her to a cleansing climax. Ruth wept as pleasure swept throughout her body. I remembered the lesson from my Mother. "Pleasure your partner before you take possession of her body. Treat her heart tenderly then give her what she desires."

I broke her grip and started kissing down her neck and torso. I kissed each orb of her soft flesh and sucked upon her areola and hard nipple. I bit into that flesh with my pointed teeth listening to her hiss and moan my name. Will she see bruises in the mirror? I hope so for her memory.

I bit down her soft mature tummy then skipping her labia I bit into her soft inner thighs. Ruth groaned loudly when I bit her naked labia. Her juices spritzed against my chin and her thighs trembled. She screamed when I took her clit between my lips and brought her to a powerful climax.

My chin and naked torso got sprayed with her female cum as she trembled in powerful aftershocks. "Oh Zach," she groaned as her thighs quivered against me. I knelt up between her and moved my hard cock between her wet pussy lips. Ruth squealed when my cockhead pushed against her swollen pleasure knot.

I brought my hard cockhead against the opening to her dripping cleft and pushed in. "Oh fucking Yes, Zach, fucking yes," Ruth groaned. She pushed up taking half my length into her heat. She gripped my strong arms and thrust up again and tapped the depths of her hot flesh against my cockhead.

Ruth had said she wanted to be made love to but she was thrusting up taking me as deep as her body allowed. She grunted each time she tapped her cervix against my large cockhead. My cock had opened her deep and wide. Her pussy squelched as it rode my thick shaft.

"Cum inside me Zach, cum inside me. Breed me if it happens. Oh fuck, yes!" I started pounding deep into her as her legs wrapped tightly around me. Her breathing was ragged as she matted with me. At once she went silent then all along my long thick cock her pussy crushed me then pulsed rapidly.

Ruth screamed into the moonlit night perhaps scaring owls and other creatures of the night. Her body shook as if she had been tazered; her breath hissing like a steam train pulling into the station. Her pussy pulsed on my cock as if trying to milk my hot thick cum from my balls.

I groaned and thrust rapidly into her heat and ejected globs of my cum against the doorway to her womb as I gave in to my climax. My cock pinned her ass into the blanket with each deep thrust. She groaned taking me deep each time. She would spend the day in discomfort but perhaps pleasant memories.

I knew this would be the last time we joined so I rode her warm wet pussy for all my pleasure. I let my power seep within her body sending waves of pleasure throughout her. Her legs and arms fell away off my body and she breathed raggedly.

I can bench press twice my weight so it was somewhat easy to pull Ruth onto my hips and lift us both to standing. I cupped her ass cheeks holding her thighs across my hips. I walked us back to the cabin, my cock still buried up inside her pussy. I felt her aftershock tremors with each step. I made my way into the bedroom using the moon light to guide my way and pulled the covers back while I held Ruth to me like a sloth.

I lowered her to the bed slowly extracting my cock from her wet heat. She groaned my name. "Thank you," she whispered. I did a quick cabin check then lay against Ruth's ass like spoons. She let out a long breath and took my hand onto her breast and held me there. We both fell into the little death after powerful sex.

I awoke to the pale light of early dawn. Ruth perhaps due to her middle age and sexual exhaustion was sound asleep. I saw my opportunity to leave quietly without emotional issues. I closed the bathroom door and washed my groin and dressed. I saw Ruth's panties on the bed. On my way to the kitchen I hung them on Steve's doorknob.

I went outside and took several pictures of the cabin and the lake; none of Ruth or Steve. That just wasn't appropriate. I rolled my gear and tied it to my bike and rode out down Route 11 towards New Durham. I found a roadside diner and had coffee and a full breakfast. I called home and told Mother I was on the road again and would call when I stopped for the night.

I had no plans for conquest on my biking trip but becoming a hero had its own rewards.