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Subject: {ASSM} Signals Part 4 (inc, Fm mf)
Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2001 18:10:05 -0500
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SIGNALS
Part 4
By OneGallus


I sat up suddenly in my bed.  I felt wonderfully 
refreshed.  I looked at the digital clock, which 
read two-fifteen.  I found myself to be naked and 
I shivered.  The events of the homecoming last 
night began to assemble themselves in my mind. 
Mom and I had a wonderful Sunday afternoon outing 
with Sonia, and then we had to come back home and 
into the gloomy gray cloud that cloaked my 
father, wherever he was.  We had shared that 
cloud with him many times, but this time it was 
too much.   My mother had lost it.  I tried to 
sort out my feelings about what Mom and I had 
done.  

Then my need to urinate became stronger than my 
need to ruminate and I slipped out of bed, opened 
my door and moved out into the dark hallway.  On 
my way to the bathroom, I noticed my parents' 
bedroom door ajar and the low glow from their 
night light leaking out the foot-wide crack.  

I entered the bathroom, shut the door, and 
relived my bladder.  As always, I was amazed at 
how large my erection was upon waking up at night 
or in the mornings.  When I was finished I found 
my penis smaller by only a fraction, though a bit 
soft.  It was an intermediate stage that I could 
seldom duplicate during the day.  I washed my 
hands and became aware of dryness in my mouth and 
the presence of an unpleasant taste.  I picked up 
my toothbrush from the holder and squeezed a bit 
of toothpaste on the bristles, and briefly 
brushed my teeth.  I rinsed, and then drank three 
cupfuls of water consecutively. My face felt 
warm, and I splashed cold water on it, which felt 
very good.  I looked closely in the mirror at my 
naked body and found a rosy glow, almost a burn, 
broken only by the white imprint of my swim 
trunks.  I touched my shoulders, and felt no 
pain, though there was a slight sensitivity.  I 
walked naked back toward my room, shivering, 
realizing how strange it was to be cold, yet 
covered with sunburn. 

"Wayne?" My mother's voice sounded very loud in 
the silent house.

I turned around, crossed the hallway and pushed 
the door open wide.  "Yes?"  

I saw that Mom was in bed alone, in her place 
nearest the wall and I at once curious.  "Where's 
Dad?"

"He's on his way to Europe."

"Europe?  Why?"

It's something about some company named Daimler 
over in Germany.  They needed hands-on people to 
answer some questions.  A company van came by and 
picked him up.  He and some other Toledo guys are 
to catch a plane up in Detroit, they're probably 
already gone.  He left a note for me last night.  
He'll probably be gone for a week or two."  

I sat down on the bed.  Realizing I was naked, I 
pulled a blanket over my middle.  I shivered in 
the chill. "Could we turn the furnace on?" I 
asked.

"Get under the covers," Mom said.  

I slipped into the king-sized bed and pulled the 
sheet, along with two blankets, over me.   I lay 
for a moment, still shivering with the cold.  

"Scoot over here, hug my back," Mom said, turning 
herself on her right side, her face toward the 
wall.

I waited only a beat and then shifted my body 
close to hers.  She was wearing her blue light 
flannel gown, and the soft fabric felt very warm 
against me.  Also, she had vacated the portion of 
the bed where her back had lain, and it was still 
warm from her body.  Mom shifted her knees up so 
that she was laying in a semi fetal position.  I 
molded myself to her so that every part of the 
front of my body was against the back of her 
body.  Immediately upon contact, my cock 
responded, and I felt it hard against the 
softness of her buttocks.  I had trouble placing 
my left arm. I laid it on her upper arm and 
shoulder, shifting about, but finding no 
comfortable nest.

"Hug me dear," Mom said.  I encircled her 
shoulder and my hand naturally came to rest on 
her breasts.  I hugged her close, and enjoyed 
both the warmth and feel of her body.  I cupped 
my hand over her gown-covered breast.  I thought 
about that brief touch at the beach when I put on 
the suntan lotion.  She had looked at me as I did 
it.  She had let me do it.  Here in the bed, I 
had full access.  I kneaded her breast.  She 
pulled the gown down over her breast.  The nipple 
pressed against my palm.

"Can you get back to sleep?" Mom asked.

"Maybe, in a little while," I said.  "This is 
nice," I said, "Thank you."

A gentle squirming nudge from her ass was my 
answer.  A signal?  

I nestled my thickening cock along the groove of 
her buttocks.  Again came an answering push, and 
my left hand traveled down her chest to her 
belly.  I opened my palm and rubbed its softness 
in a lazy circle just below her navel.  

I lay there enjoying this position for a while, 
and knowing something momentous was about to 
happen.  Eventually, she straightened her body, 
as if in a full stretch, and her ass came away 
from my penis.  The stretch freed my organ from 
its fold against my stomach so that it was 
jutting straight out at her.  I pressed toward 
her shifting a little lower, so that my cock 
forced the formation of a little flannel pocket 
in her gown, just above the highest point where 
her thighs touched.  I settled in there and 
continued to stroke her belly.

"I can feel your heart on my back, Wayne."  Mom 
said.

"I love you so much, Mama."

"You call me `Mama?"

"Yeah," I pressed the whole of my body against 
her, as if I could get the pores of her body to 
simply absorb me into them.  

"How do you feel?"

"Warm."

"Only warm?"

"Good."

"Just relax, sweetheart, let your heart slow 
down, see if you can sleep."

"I'll try."

My wrist grew tired from its movement and my hand 
on her belly ceased rotating.  

"Mama, when did you wake up?"

"I didn't darling, I haven't been asleep."

"Why?"

"Thinkin' about you."

"What about?"

"About what I did out there in the car."

"It felt good, Mom."

I began to move my hand again, a little lower, 
and I felt her pubic hair through the flannel as 
I began to graze that area.  Mom put her hand on 
top of mine and pressed it.  I went lower.   My 
hand was now cupped over her pubis.  I tried to 
correspond the location of her sex with the 
position of my own.  Was the opening in her body 
in the same place where the penis emerged from my 
own body?  I was somewhat frustrated by the gown 
and her closed legs.  All I could feel was 
flannel and a texture of hair under it.

"Are you OK with this Wayne?"

"Sure Mom."

We continued to snuggle for a while.

"How do you feel about your girlfriend?"

"Sonia?  I like her," I said.

"I saw you playing in the water," Mom said.

"Yeah, we had fun."

"Did you touch her under the water?"

"Yes."

Did you touch her where you're touching me?"

"No," I said, increasing my alternate finger 
stroking of Mom's pubis."

"Did you try?"  

"Ah, no, not there, just on her leg, up high."

"Did Sonia touch you?"

"Just a little, with her foot."

"Was it when you were sitting in the shallow 
water?"

"You saw us, didn't you?"

"Well, there wasn't much to see." I said.

"I want you to show me," Mom said.

"Show you what?" I said, a little disappointed to 
leave this warm nest.

"How she touched you."  Mom put her hand over 
mine and removed it from her pelvic area.  She 
turned around and sat up in the big bed.  She 
moved the pillows and scooted back toward the 
headboard.  She threw back the covers and said, 
"Now, show me how you were sitting."  

I scooted down to the bottom edge of the bed, 
walking my naked ass along the sheet, and 
positioned myself across from my mother.  The 
night-light gave off quite a glow and I was aware 
that my erection was open for inspection by her.  
I saw her take in the spectacle with a slight 
smile on her face.  I retrieved a blanket and put 
it around my shoulders.  Then, I began to tease 
Mom's feet, trying to tickle them with my toes; 
she teased back. 

"You were playing footsie?" she giggled.

"Yeah, then I stood up."

"Stand up then."

I laughed, "Are you sure?"

"Stand up."

I stood, my dick bobbing in front of me proudly. 
My blanket dropped away.

"My, aren't you beautiful!  Could Sonia see 
you're hard-on through the trunks?"

"Probably."

"Then what happened?

I reached down for Mom's ankles placed them close 
together and pulled at her, but of course she 
didn't move.  

"I just pulled Sonia, and then..." I dropped 
Mom's feet and plopped down on the bed, my legs 
spread, my cock sticking up, "I did this." 

I barely brushed my cock against my mother's 
feet.  Mom giggled and began to tap me with her 
toes.  

"That's it! That's what she did!  Ummm, Mom, that 
feels good."

"Then what?  Did she twiddle you?" Mom began to 
peddle her feet alternately, rolling my penis in 
between and giving me a most delightful 
sensation. 

I laughed at her word "twiddle" and said, "No, 
she was afraid you would see her."

"Did she say that?"  

I don't remember, but she looked over at you, 
then she went in and you came out.

"And I got a handful of cock!" Mom laughed.

I had never heard Mom use that word, and it was 
electrifying to me coming out of her mouth.  

"Now, tell me how you touched her."

"Oh it was really nothing, Mom," realizing it 
that while it was the truth, Mom's curiosity 
would be aroused.

"Show me."

"OK," I said, sinking to my knees, "Get on your 
knees.  She pulled her knees under her and we sat 
facing each other.  Her gown was pulled up mid 
thigh.

"Now, we were kind of treading water even though 
it wasn't over our heads,  and our...we'll let me 
show you."  I nudged my left knee in between her 
knees.  I went partially up her thigh, but the 
gown was taut across her lap.  "Mom, I can't get 
close enough."

 Mom pulled up the gown even more, revealing her 
upper thighs.  I wriggled in almost touching her 
crotch with my knee. That brought her left knee 
in between my two knees, and her knee in a 
grazing contact with my cock.  I looked at her, 
and her eyes were on it.  

"Then I reached down by her knee," I said, "Like 
this," I put my hand on the outside of her leg 
just above her knee, "and I slid it up, like 
this."  I slid up the thigh and when I reached 
the gown, I simply pushed it aside and went under 
it, all the way to my mother's rounded, naked 
buttocks, and there I stopped.  

"See, I told you it wasn't much," I said,  "She 
didn't give me anymore signals, so I didn't do 
anything else."  I looked at Mom's face, hovering 
not even a foot from mine.  

"Smart boy," she said, taking my cock into her 
hand, leaning forward and kissing me.  She didn't 
stroke me, just held me, but God knows it was 
only a slower trip to the same place.  Then she 
released me and said, 

"Wayne, go turn the light on."

Puzzled and a little disappointed, I got out of 
bed and walked to the light switch by the door.  
I snapped on the light, then saw that Mom had 
moved to the edge of the bed, her feet hanging 
off the bed onto the floor.  She raised a hip and 
pulled her gown under her, and raised the other 
hip and did the same, pulling it up around her 
waist.  She held her knees tight together, but I 
could see the brown curly top of her pubic 
triangle and gazed in anticipation.  

"You know what you're gonna do now?"

"See your, your pussy?" I chortled.

"Yes, we'll do that too," she said. "OK, get down 
in front of me."

I knelt and looked as Mom began to open her legs.  
She looked at herself and said, "You can't see 
much right now, but just look.  What you see 
mostly is my pubic hair.  Some women shave it, 
but I never do.  If I were a man, I'd want to see 
a natural woman.  That's what I want in my man.  
Like you are, Wayne, and you're beautiful the way 
you are."  

Without realizing it my hand went to my pubic 
hair and I ran my fingers through it. When I 
discovered what I was doing, I stopped.

"Now, come close Wayne."

I leaned in and Mom said, "Look it over, feel of 
it."

I reached a tentative finger and touched the 
area.

"Push on it," she said.
 
When I did, I found a soft pad of fat overlaying 
a hard bone.

"Now, just a moment."  Mom scooted back and gave 
herself room to hook her heels on the edged of 
the bed, and spread out her genitalia before me.  
"Come close, sweetheart."

My first impression was that of an animal.  Her 
hairy vulva was like some coarse furred exotic 
beast.   Frankly to my virgin eyes, it made the 
prospect of intercourse with such a creature 
almost an alien thing.  I know I must have 
flinched a fraction.  Then I approached it 
cautiously, as if it would snap at me with sharp 
teeth.  Yet its lure was overpowering.  I could 
see through the light hair to a muddle of tissue, 
folded and wadded together.  It's its soft 
closures seemed to invite a deliberate opening.  

"Now, darling, take your finger and feel of it."  

I lightly traced the vertical furrow of flesh 
from top to bottom with my finger. Then I 
wriggled my finger into the middle part, 
encountering a moist, solid patch of flesh.  

"Go lower, and push as you go," Mom said.

I went lower and my finger sank in to the second 
knuckle, and there I brought myself to a stop.

"Put more fingers in," Mom said.  

"How many?" I asked and Mom laughed.  When she 
laughed I felt her pussy tighten around my finger 
and loved the sensation.  

"Well, just do it one at a time till you can't 
get anymore in," she laughed.

I slipped in two, then three fingers and moved 
them farther in, then out.  I went deeper and 
soon I was all the way in.  Once I heard a 
sucking sound against them, and I positioned my 
fingers so that practically every time I 
withdrew, the smacking was heard.  

"You're so wet!" I said.

"That's so my man can slide in and out easily," 
she said,  "It gets that way when a woman get 
sexually excited."

I asked a silly question, "Are you sexually 
excited?"

"Well, what do you think, loverboy?

I continued to move my fingers around in this 
wonderfully thick puddle of wet flesh.

"Can you smell me?" Mom asked.

"Smell you?" 

"Yes, put your face close and breathe in."

I pulled within six inches of my mother and 
inhaled.  The affect of the smell on my nose was 
the same as the sight of her full hairy groin.  
It was like some frightened strange animal was 
being chased and had left a feral vapor in the 
air.  It was wild and musky and at first, an 
assault on my senses.  Then as I hovered, it 
became powerfully alluring.  

"Oh God, Mama!" My hand gripped my penis.

"Are you OK, sweetie?"

"I want to fuck you.  I want to put it in!" I 
said, backing away, pulling my fingers out.

"Wait darling, you need to control yourself.  I 
have more to show you.  Are you gonna be OK?"

"Yes, I think so." 

"Tell me when you're ready, and I'll go on."

I waited a moment, and my breathing evened out.  
"Go ahead Mom."

She said, "Wayne, look carefully what I'm showing 
you."  My mother then used her own fingers to 
spread herself open to me.  I saw the wonderfully 
wet, pink flesh reveal itself as she pulled her 
petals back.  Her vagina gaped slightly and I 
could see the wet padded area, puffy and fading 
back into darkness.  

I began to breathe hard again, and my heart felt 
as though it would leave my chest.  

"Oh please let me fuck you Mama, I love you so 
much!"

Mom closed her legs suddenly and sat up.  I was 
crushed.  I thought she was angry with me.  She 
stood up.

"Sit down here on the edge of the bed, where I 
was," she said.

Feeling as if I had been slapped and about to 
weep, I sat.

Mom spread my knees, knelt in front of me and 
slipped her mouth over my penis and began to 
suck. The picture in front of me was so utterly, 
so deliciously obscene I lunged upward and shot 
my semen into her mouth.   "Ohhhhhh, God!  
Ohhhhh, Mom!"  

I lay back propping myself with my elbows, 
bucking my hips toward her face.  Semen flooded 
over her hands, though she kept me covered with 
her mouth and swallowed several times.  She 
licked at her hands and finally pulled away.  My 
semen spotted her chin and it glistened in the 
light.

"How was that darling?"

"Oh Mom.  I... I thought you were mad at me!"

"No way, loverboy.  I'm in love with you."

"I love you too Mom."

"But darling, I'm trying to show you how to make 
your lady feel good."

"Are you my lady, Mom?"

"I am at the moment, sweetie, but you'll find a 
girl your age and make her happy.  She'll make 
you happy.  Don't grow dependent on me.  One of 
these days, some young girl your age will do this 
for you."

"I'm..." I stammered.  I had started to say that 
I only wanted her, forever, but I realized that 
it was the very thing she was trying to avoid.  
"I am learning Mom, I'm learning.  You're a good 
teacher."

"Now, you think you can look at me without 
jumping all over me?" she laughed.

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"It's OK babe.  Now, trade places with me."

We switched again and Mom again spread her legs, 
then stretched the tissues of her vulva wide and 
said, "Come close again, sweetheart."

I did, and found I had mellowed to the smell, but 
still found it captivating.

"Now see there, at the top, where it all comes 
together?  Open that up with your fingers and see 
if you see a little bump."

I pushed open the wet tissues, finding them so 
slick I could hardly hold on.  Finally I saw it, 
just a small protrusion, a little whiter than the 
surrounding pink.  

"That's my clitoris, darling.  That's where you 
rub, I mean not right on it, but near it.  When 
you want a lady to feel good, you touch her 
there. Put your finger right next door to it and 
rub very gently."  

I did, feeling the thick wetness all around her.  
I massaged her clitoris with the pad of my 
forefinger and watched as her pelvis began to 
jerk slightly at uneven intervals.  

"You can kiss it, like I kissed you, if you want 
to sweetheart."

"Is that what you want, Mom?" I asked in a husky 
voice, a little apprehensive.

"If you want to baby."

I puckered my lips and reluctantly kissed 
directly over her clitoris, smacking it once and 
getting a satisfied, "yes!"  I smacked again and 
again, then, inspired by my mom's oral favors to 
me and her seductive smell, I opened my lips and 
licked her, tasting of the strange wild leafy 
flavor.  Mom lifted upward, and I knew she was 
asking for more.  I licked and sucked and smacked 
enthusiastically, delighting in her rotating 
pubis and her muttered words.

"Suck me baby, suck me off."  Her voice faded 
away to almost nothing, but I heard, "Eat my 
pussy, Wayne."  Then, very loud,  "Oh, shit 
Wayne, suck me into your mouth."

By now, I was super hard and bent on satisfying 
my mother's every need.  As I continued to suck, 
she seemed to hold her pubis up, shuddering in 
the tension, pushing higher, pressing it into my 
mouth.  I increased the speed and pressure of my 
tongue. She bucked so uncontrollably I was afraid 
she'd hurt me.  

"Put it in me, Wayne," she said frantically, her 
pussy trembling in my face.  "Damn it, Wayne. Put 
it in me!"

I was rock hard now, but now I was a little 
distance back from orgasm.  I stood and 
deliberately slid my cock into my mother, feeling 
every hot wet millimeter of the entry, absorbing 
every shock of her pubis against me.  Her hand 
came over the top to stimulate her clitoris with 
her fingers.  I took that as a signal and took 
over doing what she'd been doing.  And, I could 
watch it all, standing comfortably as I was, with 
my knees flexed against the bed and my weight 
leaning against my mother's wild pelvis.  

Groaning loudly, she went into an orgasmic spasm, 
jerking her hips sharply to the right or left, 
jamming, it seemed to me, for the best feeling.   
She pushed herself so far up against me that my 
foreskin was stretched tight. All sorts of 
wonderful, soft protrusions bumped against me as 
she moved.   When she paused, I resumed my 
movement and after a few moments, she climaxed 
again.  

She slowed her movement but never actually ceased 
after that.  Then I sensed my mother was working 
to bring me to a second climax, twisting and 
colliding with me, her teeth clenched and bared.  
When it finally hit, it came with a punch that 
sent a wave of pleasure clear up my spine, 
thumping into my brain.  My thighs quivered as I 
poured myself into her.  I roared out my joy with 
a loud, "Lea!" I held her hips high, suspended 
there inside her, then I collapsed, pitching 
myself to her side, and lying motionless as she 
stroked my ass.  After awhile I crawled up into 
bed, lay on my back and waited for her to move 
next to me.   In a moment, I felt her curly short 
hair on my shoulder, her warm arm across my chest 
and her long leg on my satiated penis. Then we 
slept.

End of Part 4
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