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This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are
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straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories.
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so
we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain,
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.
Swapping - (swap.txt)- Not motel keys in a hat. These two trade
mothers for a little consensual motherfucking. No warnings. Vanilla sex.
Swapping
It wasn't like Rodney was the only one involved. Like they say,
it takes two to tangle.
Listen to me! I'm still defending him. That's probably the thing
he does best in the world- get people on his side. The only thing he
might be better at is fucking them, figuratively or literally.
My real problem is not knowing whether he ever meant a thing he
said to me, or if it was just part of his desire to gain access to my
house. I liked the guy, I really did. I hope he meant some of what he
said.
I don't think I'll ever find out now. I'm feeling real forgiving,
but I don't think he will be. No doubt I got the better of the deal.
This whole twisted began when I bounced in the house all
happy and unsuspecting. It was summer, I was going back to IU as a
sophomore in two weeks and Betty Sue had promised me a special going
away present. She had grown up a lot in the last year and I knew what
the present was. After putting me off for two years in high school,
she was finally going to let me go all the way with her.
I had it on good authority that she had lost her virginity in the
winter and I was eager to reap my reward for patiently enduring
hand jobs when other were scoring with their girls.
With sex so prominently on my mind, it seems strange that I was
confused about the sounds coming from upstairs. But the only one home
was and it isn't natural for you to think about your and
sex at the same time.
A psych major later wondered if I wasn't subconsciously blocking
what I knew was happening so I could indulge some oedipal need to
peek at my naked, but it sounded like bullshit then and it
sounds like bullshit now. It doesn't have much bearing in any case.
My innocence or my ulterior motives became a moot point when I
got to the bedroom door. You'd think any person with any self-respect
at all would close the door if they were going to do that. They hadn't.
As shocked as I was to see the door standing wide open, I was
twice as shocked by what I saw on the bed. That's the only description
for the feeling of seeing your own mother's butt waving in the air.
I didn't want to see where I came from any more.
The reaction became more angry when I looked beyond the my was showing me to see Rod's face above her bobbing head.
His eyes were closed and his head tipped back as she was obviously
sucking his cock right there in front of me. I felt murderous, suicidal
and sick all at the same time.
I have no excuse for watching except that I felt like I couldn't
tear myself away. I hid at least, but that isn't very exculpatory
evidence. I think I was hoping to find it was all a halucination.
"Come on, Mrs. Gilroy, let me return the favor," Rod was whining.
Mom lifted her head and asked," Don't you like what I'm doing?"
"Yes, yes, you really know what you're doing, but I want a
chance to please you too," Rod kept trying.
I really needed to hear that my knew how to suck cock.
That was somehow worse than the demonstration. It was only a little bit
of a relief that she was obviously so shy about having her eaten.
"You're going to get the chance, relax," she told him, "I want
you to have all your energy when you put this in me and fuck me."
That was great. Dirty talk from my was always my fantasy.
I really, really needed to hear her begging for cock. Again, that was
worse than watching her drop her mouth over Rod's rod again and suck
him furiously.
I didn't want to watch the rest. Maybe watching the right people
fuck would be interesting, but I already had a queasy stomach and
seeing Rodney literally throw my over backwards and jump on her
made my stomach flip. I took off, but not before the image of Rodney
humping my was burned into my brain.
Now, time shift, that was then, this is now- I just wanted you to
understand a couple of things before I went on with what I was saying.
I stewed through fall semester, trying to keep the image out of
my mind. I buried myself in my books. I drank too much. I tried to be
a sex machine with the ladies. None of it worked, especially the part
about the sex machine. In that department, I longed for those faithful
hand jobs of high school. Betty Sue had been the only sex I had in the
last three months.
Maybe it was thinking that I might get to fuck her again on break
that started it. Maybe it was something I had been repressing (that
psych major again). Maybe it was just so obvious that I finally
couldn't ignore the idea.
It started as one of those odd thoughts when you're mocking your
own ideas. Yeah- maybe Mrs. Lutino will fuck me if Betty Sue turns me
down- Rodney owes me. Then I though about what I had just thought. Talk
bout your bolt from the blue- Aphrodite bursting full grown from the
head of Zeus and all.
That was the answer all tied up with a bow. It was poetic justice
and psychological balance and the exorcism of the scene haunting me
wrapped into one. If I could fuck Rodney's mother, then we'd be even
and I could get on with my life.
This was not asking a lot on my part. Mrs. Lutino had been a teen
mom and she was barely in her thirties. Add the big brown eyes that
always sparkled like she knew how to have fun and I liked the idea
more and more.
The hard drop into reality came when I tried to think how I would
make this come about. I might be gung-ho for the idea, but I didn't
think Mrs. Lutino sat around hoping some kid like me would come and
fuck her. She was good-looking and couldn't be suffering for male
attention.
I don't know why I didn't give up the dream. I guess because I
didn't have to. It doesn't take much energy to wish. But I hadn't given
planning another thought when I saw the flaw in my plan.
Betty Sue was 'seeing someone' and even that slim hope fell
through on me. I was resigned to passing the weeks like a hermit and
then going back to my futile life in college.
Then the dream flickered awake when I saw Mrs. Lutino in the
grocery store. She said she hadn't seen me around and I said I was away
at college. She told me Rodney had gotten the chance to manage a store
in Richmond and was living there now.
Then she invited me to come over any time and have a long talk to
catch up. The dream was raging now.
I wasn't serious about seducing her when I went over. It was
certainly my fantasy, but I was lucid enough to know it would never
happen. I did try to appear sophisticated and witty, however.
I do have a way with self-deprecating humor and I had her taking
my side against myself in no time. I had an opportunity or two to
swing the conversation toward sex, but I avoided them. That got me a
hearty nothing and an invitation to dinner later in the week. She liked
company and didn't seem to have enough of it, she said.
Look, I was 19. I had no feeling for changes in the wind. And
there was so much I didn't understand moving just beneath the waters.
So I've ruined it now. Mrs. Lutino- Antonia- Toni- was having fun
with me. Because of things of which I had no knowledge, she had her
own motives to be suggestible. When that wasn't enough, she went right
to making the suggestions herself.
Even I caught on when she began asking me about the at
school. It was a short step from there to how I was getting by without.
We both knew without what.
I figured out more of it when she had shown me into the bedroom.
"As long as this isn't just about on Rod," she said as
she reached for a button.
She had found out when Rodney blurted it out in a fight. She
swore that had nothing to do with wanting to fuck me. She really liked
me. She always had, though not in the same way.
"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree," she said and then
pressed a finger to my lips to cut off my protests that I had never
thought anything of the kind.
"Rodney reminds me so much of his dad," she said, "Bursting with
passion for new experiences and then rushing off to burst another new
experience. Neither of them could see past getting into some girl's
pants. Not that Rodney didn't make learning that lesson worth it."
I didn't think much about her rationale. She was taking off her
clothes and I was faced with the prospect of having to do the same.
At the distance of a fantasy I was an eager lover. At the moment, I was
still having trouble adjusting my of her from a friend's that I had known growing up.
She helped and hindered the transition by coming over to help me
take my clothes off after she had taken off her own. In a way she was
still that mom, helping me get ready for a bath, but in a much more
real sense she was a naked woman with plans to fuck me.
And it wasn't just the thing. I assumed she had been with
hundreds of again and again and I would suffer by comparison. But
again, she was naked and right there with me.
And she wasn't asking for my opinion. She stripped me down and
led me down onto the bed. I tried to loosen up and act like I had been
with a woman before, but I was only awkward.
"You won't have to do that this time," she said as she pulled me
out of a dive for her crotch.
I found that amusing, considering my memory of my refusing
the same service. But in her case, the accent was on 'this time'. She
had better things in store for us on our maiden voyage.
"It's always so special the first time with a partner," she told
me, "We should just let that excite us."
Excited was one of the few problems I wasn't having. Whatever
turmoil was spinning in my head, my cock knew exactly what it wanted to
do. And it wanted to do it really soon. Fortunately, she was in control,
even of my cock. She rested my hand on one and pulled my mouth
to hers.
She moved under me or I moved over her or we both moved together
and I was manuvered between her legs. Then we kissed- and kissed. I
had always liked kissing, but as we kissed longer and longer, I found
that I had never really known what kissing was about. It isn't some
quick jerk-off to get you hot. It's a preview- a practice for the
striving to come when genitals substitute for tongues.
I even forgot to squeeze her tit, although it was the nicest tit
I had ever had in my hand. The only part of me that wasn't lost in our
duel of tongues was my cock, which was busy memorizing every fold of
her labia and scouting the trail it was hoping to use soon.
I was so hot from laying on her with my cock resting in her slit
and kissing that she had to urge me to move inside her long after
her slit had blossomed and begun pouring out lubrication.
Then everything moved into real time. The whole plan- revenge-
justice thing dissolved when I hit bottom in Rod's mom. From there I
was making love to Toni. And Toni was doing even a better job of
making love to me. She had me convinced that I was giving her great
pleasure while the pleasure was all mine.
When I came, she talked baby-talk to me and got me to push back
against her as she rubbed herself off on my pubic bone with my rapidly
deflating dick still inside her. Even that was an adventure, as I felt
her orgasm massage my useless organ trapped inside her.
My lack of comparison is no reason to doubt that it was one of
the great sex acts of all time. I wanted to stay and fondle her when
we were through. With the terror gone, I was mesmerized by her opulent
curves and being allowed to explore them however I wished.
She said she enjoyed it too. She said that she liked my sense of
wonder and then got adorably hesitant. Did I want to see her again? If
I didn't, she'd understand.
What the hell was she thinking? Good pussy, good cooking, and
behind the macho front I felt safe in bed with her. I'd have to be a
nut not to come back for more.
So I became a regular visitor for three weeks. Not always nights,
sometimes days, sometimes early in the morning to throw busybodies off
the track. She showed me she had no aversion to a good tongue lashing
and that she could give even better than she received. She introduced
me to all sorts of love in those short weeks. We were becoming almost
the same body as we learned about each other.
And we were falling in love.
I'm 20 now. I think it's time to make my own way in the world.
Semester is over in three days and I'm going to transfer to city
college. I don't know exactly what I'm going to do, but I do know
where I want to be.
I'm on my way to see Mrs. Lutino. I can't help it. If I thought I
liked Rodney, it goes double for his mom. And I am reasonably sure that
she doesn't want to fuck my mom.
I told you it was good between us, and neither one of us wants it
to end. It's not about Rodney any more. Of course, I don't think he
feels the same way. He was tired of my in a week and his is
talking about having me move in.
I'm thinking about even more, but I just don't know how it would
play to try and have a step-father to son talk with a guy that brought
us together by being a motherfucker. Particularly when a step-dad is
by definition a motherfucker himself.
I just don't know. But that isn't going to stop me from being
with Toni. You know, sometimes the sex is worth it.
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