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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: My Mom's Fuzzy Heart (mF inc)
Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 03:10:06 -0400
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My Mom's Fuzzy Heart by cmsix

My father was an asshole, but a rich one. He was nineteen when he got to my
mom who was just fourteen at the time. He must have been a dumb asshole too
because he knocked her up.

His father was really the rich one and he tried to sweep it under the rug
but mom's father was a lawyer. A go for the throat litigator. Needless to
say it was a church wedding and a hell of a prenup or jail for my father.

My mother wised up by the time I arrived and dumped him, taking advantage of
the prearranged settlement and child support. My asshole father wasn't even
finished with collage and already had a $1500 a month child support bill.

My mom finished high school and then did college. She became an elementary
teacher and settled into a little three-bedroom brick to raise me. Her
previous experience with men left her reluctant to have anything to do with
them.

The only father figure I had at all growing up was her father, my father's
father saw me every once in a while but we were never close. I never saw my
father at all. He paid his child support and that was it. It wasn't so bad
for me though. Mom had plenty of time for me and Gramps and Granny just ate
me up.

Gramps taught me about sports and hunting and fishing and about having
confidence in myself. When I turned thirteen he even did the "birds and
bees" talk. He told me jerkin off was normal and explained where babies came
from. He was very careful to explain the use of condoms and tell me never to
have anything to do with any girl that was younger than I was; until that
age got to be past the age of consent. He even got me a subscription to
Penthouse but he told me not to even dream that any of the "stories" in it
were anything but fiction.

So here I am, just turned fourteen and horny as a young billygoat. Every
female I see gives me a boner, from my granny down to the twelve year olds
in the lower grades in school. If it even has the slightest beginnings of
tits I fantasize about fucking it. Not even my Mom is safe from my lustful
longings. How could she be?

My Mom is a little doll. Five feet even, ninety-five pounds. She has C cup
breast, dark auburn hair and a nineteen-inch waist. Her round little ass
doesn't have a bit of flab on it and her legs are beautiful.

The only time we are apart is when we are both at school. I attend and she
teaches. She takes me to school in the morning and picks me up after. We are
each other's best friends as neither of us has much in the way of other
friends. She doesn't date and until now I haven't been old enough to really
go out with girls.

Since Gramps got me an emergency permit and a second hand car for my
fourteenth birthday I may try dating soon. Dream on. I'm so shy I can't ever
even remember talking to any girls and I doubt I'll be able to any time
soon.

"Jimmy, now that Dad's helped you get a license and a car, do you want to
start driving to school on your own?" Mom asked me as she was driving me
home from school.

"Not really Mom, why?" I asked.

"Oh, I just thought you might feel embarrassed to be driven by your Mom now
that you're growing up."

"I'm not embarrassed." I said.

"I was thinking you might want to drive yourself or that you might have a
girlfriend or some friends you might want to ferry to school." She
continued.

"Mom, how would I have a girlfriend without you knowing it? You know I get
tongue tied anytime I talk to any girl. Hell I even get flustered talking to
Jenni Evans from next door and she's only eight."

It was true. Mom and Granny were the only females I seemed to be able to
converse with at all.

"Well I just thought I'd ask." she said.

"You sure you were just asking? You don't have a boyfriend in the wings do
you? I'll bet you're trying to get rid of me so you can have a little free
time of your own." I teased.

"Jimmy! You know that isn't true." She protested.

"Gotcha Mom, besides if I did want to drive some chick to school where would
I find one that even comes close to you." I asked.

"What do you mean Jimmy?"

"I just mean that I could never find a girl to drive to school that is as
pretty as you. There just aren't any." I told Mom.

"Well thanks Jimmy, I think, but I'm just your Mom not a girlfriend."

"Oh God Mom, and here all this time I thought you were saving yourself until
I was old enough to ask you out." I teased her again.

"You little shit. If you'd flirt with girls your age like you flirt with me
you'd have two or three at least to chauffer around." She explained.

"Well Mom if any of the girls my age were even half as pretty as you I might
try harder it."

"You can keep that up as long as you want Jimmy. It is not true that
flattery will get you nowhere, flattery will get you lots of places."

"I'll tell you what Mom. To save me from all this perceived embarrassment
you're worried about; how about I drive you to and from school. I'll look
like a big boy driving and all and I'll still get to ride to school with a
gorgeous redhead every day." I proposed.

"Jimmy quit that. You're going to make my head swell. Of course I might
enjoy arriving where all the old biddies that I teach with could see me
getting out of the car of some handsome young stud, it would give them
something to wag their tongues about, but then they'd all be saying I was
robbing the cradle behind my back. They probably wouldn't know you were my
son."

"Well let's shake them up tomorrow then." I suggested.

"It sounds like a little harmless fun, why not?" Mom agreed.

We did it the next day. I drove Mom to her school in the four-year-old
Mustang that Gramps bought me. When we got there I parked right near the
front entrance and got out and opened the door for Mom. She got out and gave
me a peck on the cheek then went into the school.

When I picked her up that afternoon I found another plus in this new
arrangement. I held the door open for Mom as she got in and when she turned
to put her feet in I got just the tiniest panty shot from her, just above
the knee, skirt.

I felt really strange over this and my boner reaction to it. I had never
really considered my Mom sexually before that flash. Matter of fact it was
really my first flash of her panties. It seems funny to me now that I think
about it.

Mom had never seemed particularly modest to me but then again I'd never
really thought about it. Both our bedrooms had adjoining baths so accidental
peeks for me just had no chance to come up. Neither of us would even
consider walking into the others bedroom without knocking and being told to
come in.

I had never thought of it before and it just hadn't come up. I'd seen here
in swimwear or lounging around the house in her short robe or just a long
T-shirt, her normal sleepwear, and I knew she was very attractive but it had
just never entered my mind.

That panty shot caused it to barge in. In the walk from her door around to
mine it dawned on me not only that my mother was beautiful; she was also
devilishly sexy. I realized that just below those tiny panties I'd just
gotten a little flash of, right up there between her legs was a pussy. A
real pussy, probably a pretty pussy, and it was just going to waste. In all
likelihood I was the last living thing that had been in it.

What a concept. I was fourteen. I' been frantically trying to figure out how
to get some pussy for at least ten months. I'd been trying to make myself
talk to a girl, any girl who had pussy and who might be connived into
sharing it. I wasn't much for conversation with Mom on the way home that
day. My mind was elsewhere. My mind was right between her legs though I'm
pretty sure she didn't notice.

Incest? Incest schmincest. What did I care about incest? I had a hard on. It
didn't care about incest so why should I. I didn't want to have babies with
Mom; I wanted to have sex with her. I didn't see any problem with incest.

I can tell you that I paid much more attention to Mom's legs as she exited
the car when we got home. Of course I went round to open her door for her.
I've got great manners. I also knew it put me in the absolute best place for
panty viewing.

Sure enough I got another little panty shot. Up boner! I still didn't have
time to get a view I could imprint on my panty memory bank; but any panty
shot at all is worth the effort when you're fourteen. I went to my room
while Mom changed and then she started fixing us some dinner.

I had a lot to think about and I didn't even know where to start. I'd
already decided I wanted to hose Mom; that was a no-brainer. I wasted the
time until she called me to dinner wondering why I hadn't thought about her
sexually before.

The food was on the table when I got there and we talked a little as we ate
but not about anything specific. After we finished I helped Mom clear the
dishes and I cleaned the table as she was loading the dishwasher. This was
not normal for me. I usually just beat feet for the TV as soon as I finished
eating leaving the clean up for her.

She asked about it.

"Well Mom, I just decided I've been doing my best girl wrong by eating and
leaving the whole mess for her. I thought I should start helping you clean
up; a little bit anyway." I explained

"You goofball. Your best girl huh."

"Sure Mom. After all I'm taking you to school and bringing you back everyday
now so I guess we must be going steady." I pointed out with a large
shit-eating grin.

"Going steady! First I've heard of it. You think we're going steady just
because I rode to school with you one day?" She replied grinning also.

"Why you haven't even taken me out yet, no movies, no restaurant, you've
never even hung out at the mall with me. It takes more than helping with the
dishes to make a steady boyfriend buster. Even your Mom isn't that easy."
She teased.

I'd been teasing her but it came to me that this could be a good approach. I
could just try to start dating her, just as if I were dating a girl my own
age. I'd never had a date because I was too shy to talk to any girls. I
wasn't shy talking to Mom though. I talked to her and flirted with her and
teased her all the time.

Mom was already pregnant when she turned fifteen. She was a divorced single
mother before sixteen. She probably hadn't even been on that many dates
before then. As far as I knew she hadn't been on any since I came. She'd
probably enjoy it, though if she got any hint of what I was up to I doubt
she'd go like a lamb to the slaughter. I decided to take a shot at getting
it started.

"I'm so sorry Mom, I didn't mean to be presumptuous." I teased her again.

"Well I'll let it slide this time but try to have a little respect from now
on." She giggled.

"Kitchen's all clean now so I'm going to go take a shower and get ready for
bed. I think I'll watch a little TV later, want to join me?" She asked.

"In the shower?" I asked with my biggest grin.

"Jimmy! You are really trying to get a lot of mileage out of one ride to
school aren't you? No, not for the shower Jimmy, just TV."

"Gotcha again Mom; but I'll be there when you get to the TV. Can't leave my
best girl all alone to watch TV. I'll be in the living room and I'll see if
anything good is on." I volunteered.

She headed for her bedroom and after she closed the door I went to mine. I
picked up the phone that used the line my modem did. I called our regular
number. I knew she would wonder why I didn't answer; but I thought she would
probably pick it up when she figured I wasn't going to. After four rings she
did.

"Hello." She said.

"Is Holly (Mom's first name) in?" I asked trying to lower my voice and sound
more mature.

"This is Holly Felton, who's speaking?" Mom asked, apparently fooled by my
trick.

"Holly, this is Jimmy Felton, and I was just wondering if you'd go to the
movies with me on Friday night?" I asked, switching back to my normal voice.

"Oh Jimmy, I'd love to." Mom replied suppressing a laugh at my antics.

"Great, I'll pick you up at seven then if that's alright."

"Seven will be fine Jimmy, I'll see you then." She agreed.

"Okay Holly. Goodbye until then."

I knew she must have been laughing by now so I just hung up. I knew I would
have to do a least a little more planning but even though this dating scheme
was a spur of the moment idea on my part I was feeling more and more like it
might actually work. After her first moment of confusion on the phone call
she had played right along with it.

I stripped down to my briefs and put on some sweat pants and a tight T-shirt
and went back to the kitchen. I knew Mom would probably want a glass or two
of wine when she came out so I got a wine glass down and poured her some out
of the opened bottle in the fridge. I carried it to the living room and put
it on the end table by her usual TV watching spot at the end of the sofa.

I switched on the TV and checked the guide channel. I found a good oldie
tear jerking romance movie that would start in about ten minutes and
switched to the channel. It was just starting when she came out.

"You've already got me a glass of wine?" she noticed, "Thank you."

"Nothing but the best for my girl." Then I added, "The best of what was
already open that is."

She smiled a little, sat down and asks what was on. I told her and she
seemed a little surprised that I wasn't going for some action flick; but I
could tell she wanted to see the one I'd picked.

I refilled her wine glass after about twenty minutes and then did it again
about ten minutes later. She usually had two or three glasses a night. A
little more than halfway through the movie I could tell she was getting a
little misty eyed over the sad stretch. I moved over closer to her on the
couch and slid my arm over her shoulders. tugging her toward me a little.
She leaned her head against my shoulder as I hugged her. The movie lightened
up and everyone lived happily ever after at the end, by that time it was
time for bed so I put her wine glass in the sink and we went to bed.

This had been mostly like every weeknight we spent except for me doing the
wine duty and picking the romantic movie and also hugging her during the
movie. I felt sure she suspected nothing of my ulterior motives. I was
beginning to think this approach might just work if I could play it slowly
enough.

The next day was Friday and when I woke up I started thinking of our "date"
that night right away. I drove us to school again but her skirt today was
just a little bit longer so no panty shot, neither morning nor afternoon.
When we got home she fixed us a light supper of sandwiches and chips.

"I've got a date tonight so I didn't want to eat too much now. I'm hoping
he'll take me out for something after the movie." Mom announced.

"I'm sure he will Mom, he'll want to keep you with him as long as he can." I
told her.

When we'd finished eating I told Mom I'd clean up so she could get ready for
her date. After I was done I went to my room to shit, shower and act like I
needed to shave. I put on some Dockers and a pullover shirt and just before
seven I let myself out the front door. At seven on the dot I rang the bell.
Mom opened it after a minute.

"Hi Holly, you look great! Ready?" I asked.

"Thank you Jimmy, just let me get my purse." Mom replied.

She got it and we headed for my car. Her skirt was much shorter tonight than
this morning and I was glad the sun wasn't down yet so there'd be plenty of
light for what I hoped would be the best panty shot yet. There was and it
was. The skirt was a little tighter than before also and it had to ride up
for her to get her legs in.

I definitely got a long look, plenty to burn into the panty shot memory
banks. They were a very pale pink and they were very sheer. I could detect
the light curls of her pubes through them. Either she trimmed and thinned
her pubes or they were very sparse. I must have concentrated too long on the
view.

"Jimmy! Are you peeking at me?" She screeched in her Mom voice.

"Well sure Holly, why do you think boys always open the car door for their
girls. It's because they might get a good peek, besides how did you known I
was peeking if you didn't look to my eyes to see where I was looking." I
told her trying to nip the Mom voice in the bud.

"Well maybe you're at least partially right. I guess I'll just have to be
more careful with my skirt. What are we going to see tonight?" Mom replied.

I named the latest big romantic tearjerker. It was reputed to be really sad
at the end but good. She sounded happy about it so off we went.

We sat close to the back. I wasn't planning on making a move on my Mom in
the theater but I thought it would be good practice for me anyway.

When the movie started I held her hand and she leaned against me just like a
real date. The movie got a little racy about halfway through and I released
her hand and put my arm around her hugging her a little closer.

I wondered who was chasing who when she put the hand I'd released on my
thigh and started stroking up and down the inside of it just a little. She
never even came near my dick you understand; but just the thought had me
harder than a brickbat. Every stroke up and down my leg made me want to
shiver. Of course she was sniffling and misty eyed after the movie since
they did not live happily ever after.

We went out to the car, which I had parked right under a light tower and you
know why. I got another good shot and it seemed to linger just a little
longer than necessary too. No complaints about where I was looking this time
either.

"Would you like to get a bite to eat Holly?" I asked.

"I think I would Jimmy; that would be nice."

We went to a little diner and got burgers and fries and afterwards I drove
us home. I walked her to the door and told her I'd had a really nice time.

"I did too Jimmy"

"Holly, would you like to go out again tomorrow night. I thought we might go
to a nice restaurant and then try a little dancing. I have to warn you
though that I'm not much of a dancer."

"Oh that sounds wonderful Jimmy, I'd love to go."

"Same time then?" I asked.

"Same time." She agreed.

"Goodnight Holly, see you tomorrow at seven." I said, giving her a light
kiss on the cheek.

I turned around and headed toward my car and she went in the house. I gave
it about five minutes and went in. Mom must have been in her room, as I
didn't see her. I went into mine and changed into some sweat pants and went
to the kitchen to pour Mom a glass of wine. When she came out and sat in her
usual spot I sat right beside her on the sofa.

"How was your date Mom?"

"It was just wonderful. Jimmy was so nice and we saw a good movie."

"Uh Mom, could you help me out a little with something."

"I hope I can, what is it"

"Well I've got a date tomorrow night to take my special girl out to dinner
and dancing and I've hardly ever danced with anyone at all. Could we put on
a little music and dance, and let you show me something about it?"

"I think that would be fun. Why don't you get me another glass of wine and
then pick out some music. What kind of dancing do you intend to do?"

"Well since I'm a complete novice at dancing I figured I'd just concentrate
on slow dancing. It seems like it would be easier to me." I explained as I
filled her wine glass.

"It is easier and usually much more romantic."

"That sure couldn't hurt." I said

I picked out a CD and put it on. When I ask Mom to dance she stood up and
then slipped off her robe to dance with me in her long T-shirt; her usual
get up for sleeping. I assumed she had panties on under it but I knew she
never slept in a bra. I only had on briefs and sweat pants.

We started with one of her hands in mine and our other arms around each
other's necks but close enough that I could feel her breast against my
chest. After about three dances and a few little suggestions from Mom I ask
her if she wanted to sit out a couple of songs and have another glass of
wine.

"You're not trying to get your old Mom drunk are you?" She asked.

"Well it couldn't hurt could it? You know the old saying. Candy is dandy but
liquor is..."

"Quicker." She finished, "Though I doubt one more glass is going to do it
for you." She teased.

"I'll just get you the wine."

I got it and we talked a little as she drank it. I asked her if she was
ready to try again and she agreed.

We started like last time but after one dance I released the hand I was
holding and put both of my arms around her. She put her arms around my neck
and as I pulled her closer she laid her head on my shoulder. Of course I had
a boner and I pulled her close enough that I know she felt it but we didn't
mention it. After a couple more dances we called it a night and headed for
our separate beds.

After breakfast the next morning Mom said she was going to do a little
shopping, maybe get something new to wear for her date tonight. I ask her if
she wanted me to drive her and hang out at the mall with her awhile; but she
said I'd just get bored and that she didn't want anyone to see what she
bought to wear tonight.

I just hung out at home. She got back around four and we just joked around
for a few minutes then she said she had to get ready for her date and
disappeared into her room.

I watched the tube for about an hour and went to get ready myself. At ten to
seven I went out the door and at seven I rang the bell again.

Mom opened the door.

"Hi Jimmy."

"Uh. Oh." I was nearly speechless, "Hi Holly, God Almighty, you look great!"
I finally managed to spit out.

She had picked up a little something at the mall all right. It was a dark
red dress, it was low cut and showed nice cleavage. It was tight and it was
short, only about halfway to her knees. She had on four-inch high-heels and
charcoal gray stockings. Her hair seemed to glow and her makeup was perfect.
She looked as hot as any woman I'd ever even heard of. I just hoped I wasn't
drooling.

"Thank you Jimmy. I wanted to look my best for our date."

"I think you sure pulled that off then." I said admiringly.

I took her hand and we went to the car. I opened the door and held it for
her of course. I got the best shot yet as she got in. No way she could help
it with a dress that tight and short. Her panties were just the lightest
pink and they were so sheer I was sure I could count the individual pubes if
I'd had time. I did notice that they seemed to be trimmed into a heart shape
and I felt an immediate updick from below.

When I got in I saw that she hadn't bothered to pull her skirt down and that
her legs were not completely together. For a minute it flashed into my mind
to wonder just who was trying to seduce whom. I blew that off though and I
thought Mom might just be trying to have a good time. She probably enjoyed
getting to dress up and go out for a change, especially with someone she
considered 'safe'.

"Where are we going tonight Jimmy?" Mom asks.

"I thought we'd go to Jefferson's if you'd like Holly." I told her.

"Good, I've heard it's a very nice place."

"I hope so." I said.

Jefferson's was a restaurant and club that was really geared mostly toward
older married couples. They reportedly served really good food and they had
a nice sized dance floor and a house band on Friday and Saturday nights. I
had called ahead to make sure that underage children (me) were allowed in
the club area where the dance floor was; as long as a parent accompanied
them.

When we arrived I went around to get Mom and I got another good look at her
fuzzy heart as she got out. I saw her glance at my eyes as I was enjoying
the view but she didn't mention it. She did smile and get a bright blush in
her cheeks though. I put my arm around her waist as we headed to the
entrance. I don't mind saying that I felt as proud as a peacock.

I had called for reservations and we were right on time. Jefferson's was
right on time also and we were taken directly to our table, which was near
the dance floor. When the waiter arrived we ordered. Mom also asks for a
glass of white wine.

The meal was good and Mom had another glass of wine while I had coffee. We
were just waiting for the band to crank up. When they did we were on the
dance floor right away. We weren't alone out there long as the place was
fairly crowed.

The band was good and we danced three songs and then sat down when a faster
number was played. We got back to our table and when the waiter came by Mom
ordered another glass of white wine.

The band played four of the faster songs and then went back to the slower
ones. This got Mom and I back on the floor. I hadn't held Mom all that close
the first time we danced but I put both arms around her this time and she
just seemed to melt against me with her head on my shoulder. I really wanted
to ease my hands down onto her spectacular ass but I thought the lights were
just a little too bright to try to get away with that in here.

I did have a boner though and Mom didn't seem at all shy about pressing
right up against it. I barely noticed that though; since her fat round
breast were firmly pressed to my chest and they required most of my
attention.

They played five slow songs and then went back to the faster ones. Mom and I
went back to our table to sit them out. I had more coffee and Mom had
another glass of wine. I could tell she was really enjoying herself.

"Jimmy I'm just having so much fun. I've really never been to a place like
this."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself Holly, I haven't been to a place like
this before either and I feel proud to have a girl as pretty as you to bring
with me." I gushed.

I realized that I had been right in speculating that Mom had never really
dated much. She had never even been to a dinner and dancing club before. She
had gone to college and all but she'd had me to take care of at the time and
I guess she'd just never gone out at all after I came.

"You make me feel so special Jimmy, I'm happy to be here with you too."

I felt like I'd been laying it on a little thick even for me so I tried to
steer us to small talk and it went pretty well. The band finished the fast
songs and took a break. Mom had to visit the powder room so I went to drain
my lizard also.

I got back before she did of course and when she got back we just chatted
some more till the band came back. I felt a smile on my face when they
started up again since I noticed the lights had been dimmed much lower.

I led Mom back onto the floor. I started out with her held close and her
head on my shoulder. I knew I couldn't get too blatant even in the dark. I
was, after all, just a kid with an older woman and I sure didn't want to get
any grumbling going in case some busy body complained.

I did feel like I could get away with rubbing on Mom's ass a little though,
especially when the floor got crowded. I eased us toward the middle of the
floor, so if anyone did notice, it would have to be someone dancing pretty
near us. We were shielded from bystander's eyes by the other dancer's
bodies.

They dimmed the lights just a little lower still at the start of the second
song and I decided to just do it. I tried to be casual as I eased my hands
down onto the top of Mom's buns. She hugged my neck a little tighter and let
out a little sigh and then she gave the tiniest little start.

"Jimmy your being just a little naughty." She whispered in my ear; but she
didn't really seem to be complaining.

"Look around Holly, all the rest of the dancers are doing it. It doesn't
offend you does it?" I whispered right back to her.

"Well I guess not; but it probably should."

She gave me another little squeeze around my neck and then raised her head a
little and kissed me on the cheek. She didn't say any more about it so I
just rubbed around on the top of her ass a little until the end of the song
when I dropped my palms to get a good squeeze on her cheeks as I pressed her
to me for a second. Another slow one started and I pulled my hands back up a
little. We finished this song and went back to the table as a faster one
started.

We had just sat down when a guy about fifty years old came over and ask Mom
to dance. She declined and he just looked at her a minute with a frown on
his face.

"Come on sweet cheeks why don't you dance with a grown man for a change?" he
asked.

Mom looked a little frightened and I could tell she didn't know what to do.
I knew it was my place to take care of this anyway.

The guy was about five eleven and weighed probably two twenty five. It was
apparent that most of it was in his potbelly as he had quite a large one. I
was petty surprised that something like this would happen in Jefferson's
since it was supposed to be a respectable place.

I know I'm just a fourteen-year-old kid but I'm a big fourteen-year-old kid.
I guess I got it from my dad. He was a big man.

He played college ball at the University of Miami. He started all four years
at tight end. He was six five and weighed two sixty and none of it was
potbelly at that time. I wasn't there yet but I was big boned and I was five
ten and one eighty already.

I played junior varsity and was a wrestler. I'd also always liked boxing
since I was really little. I'd begged Mom for boxing lessons since I was
eight and she'd given in when I was ten. I didn't want anything stupid to
ruin our evening; but I couldn't see that I had much choice and I had no
worries about the outcome if it came to blows.

I stood up fast and my chair made a noise as it shot back.

"Sir, please leave us alone. You're not wanted here." I said much more
loudly than I needed to. I tried to make my voice firm and sound grown up.

I was hoping that who ever served as bouncers in this place would hear a
ruckus and come over. The asshole must have been a lot drunker than I'd
first estimated because he yelled back at me.

"Sit down and shut up you little shit, before I slap you into next week."

Mom was about to faint now and I thought I was going to have to take care of
the butt wipe. Just at that time a man that looked as big as a porta-potty
came up behind the loudmouth and laid a massive arm around his shoulders.

"Right this way sir and I'll show you to your car." He said into asshole's
ear.

The drunk wrenched himself free and turned around to see who had invaded his
personal space. It was the wrong move. He hadn't even finished moving his
head upward to try and find the bouncers face when a giant hand clamped down
on the side of his neck and raised him up until his toes were just touching
the floor. The bouncer looked at me and apologized for the interruption of
our evening as he literally dragged the offender toward the rear of the
place. I was surprised since I assumed they would throw him out the door.

Mom was still pretty upset and she said she was sure everyone was looking at
us and maybe we should just leave. I tried to calm her down and told her all
the men had been looking at her all night anyway. She tried to laugh but
couldn't. I was really pissed since I figured this had ruined the whole
evening for us both.

The maitre d' showed up about this time and he literally begged our
forgiveness. He seemed more upset than Mom and so sincere that I nearly
started to feel sorry for him.

Curiosity finally got the better of me and I asked him why the asshole had
been taken to the back instead of being ejected. He explained that the
gentleman was being held for the police and that Jefferson's would be filing
charges against him for disturbing the peace. He explained that they always
filed charges on anyone that caused that kind of difficulty.

We thanked him and ask if he could have the waiter bring our check as we
felt we should leave now. The look in his eyes made me think he was going to
cry. I was afraid that any minute he was going to get on his knees and beg
us to stay. He acted as if the whole incident had been his fault. I looked
at Mom and I could tell she was feeling sorry for him too. I sensed that she
was also figuring out that it was going to be more noticeable now if we left
with him asking us to stay, than if we just sat back down and let it blow
over.

I told him we would stay and he looked so grateful. He said that of course
our evening would be taken care of by the house because of our unfortunate
experience. He asked us to please come again and give them another chance to
show us that Jefferson's was indeed a nice respectable place.

We finally assured him that we would and he left. He was gone about two
minutes when our waiter and another came to our table with a giant bottle of
champagne and one of those silver ice buckets that you always see in the
movies. They fiddled with the top and got it open and then placed a glass in
front of Mom and in front of me also. The waiter poured Mom's and was about
to pour mine when I told him I wasn't old enough. He looked at Mom and told
her if it was all right with her he wouldn't tell. This finally got her and
she laughed.

"Go ahead, I'm sure my knight in shining armor can handle at least one
glass."

He poured and left us.

The band hadn't missed a note during the whole thing and after Mom had a sip
or two I led her back onto the dance floor for another few dances. We
resumed our former cuddle and tried to finish settling down.

"Jimmy that loud man scared me but you were so brave. He was much older than
you and bigger too." She whispered in my ear.

"He was mostly just fatter than me Holly and he had to be really drunk. He
knew he didn't have a hope of dancing with a girl as beautiful as you."

"You're so sweet to me." She said and squeezed me tighter.

She also molded her luscious body and heavenly titties even closer to me and
she even wiggled her lower abdomen against my ever-present hard on. Then she
held her head back a little and gave me a sweet kiss on the lips before
putting her head back on my shoulder and giving a little sigh. I was
emboldened and dropped my hands a little lower onto her cheeks and gave a
little squeeze myself. She surprised me when she wiggled a little more
firmly against junior.

We stayed and danced every slow song until the place closed. As the evening
wore on the faster ones diminished and during the last forty-five minutes
they were all slow songs.

My hands were now pretty familiar with Mom's pert backside and I'm sure my
prick dribbled precum for the last hour at least. Mom did her best with the
champagne but there was no hope of her making a dent in it. She was about as
tipsy as I'd ever seen her, but even that wasn't anywhere near drunk.

The lights came up after the last song and Mom and I made our way out to the
car. I got the door for Mom and she gave me a long leisurely look with her
skirt nearly to her hips. Of course I went back to full erection. I made my
way to the drivers seat and noticed that Mom's skirt was still nearly all
the way up. When I shut the door and the light went out I lost my view. I
thought about it so much on the way home I nearly turned on the inside light
but I restrained myself.

When we got home I walked Mom to the door. We stopped on the porch.

"I had a wonderful time Jimmy. You were such a gentleman and so brave to
stand up to that loud man."

"I had a great time too Holly. You were the prettiest girl there and I was
proud that you were with me." I said.

She raised her lips to get a goodnight kiss and I was happy to oblige. The
kiss started softly and then I licked at her lips and she parted them so I
pressed my tongue into her mouth and we both got more passionate. I put my
arms around her and hugged her to me delighting in the pressure from her
breasts and she put her hands in my hair and held my lips tighter to hers. I
slid my hands down to cup her cheeks and pulled her hips to me. She must
have been a little tipsier than I thought because she wiggled her self
against my straining erection again. We broke the kiss.

"I guess I'd better be going Holly. Can we go out again next weekend?" I
ask.

"I'd love to Jimmy, call me during the week and we can decide where and
when."

"I will. Goodnight now."

I gave her another peck on the lips and turned back toward my car as she
went inside. I know this may seem a little strange but keeping up the
illusion seemed to be working fine somehow. I mean how many guys wake up to
the fact that they want to do the deed with their unsuspecting mother one
day and by the weekend are able to French kiss her while grouping her ass
and rubbing their hard dick against her stomach, and get cooperation instead
of their face slapped. I thought I was doing pretty well.

I was flying on theory here. Since Gramps had started my subscription to
"Penthouse" I had studied the letters religiously. I understood that they
were fiction; but they also described different methods of seduction and how
to go about it in great detail. They might not be true but at least they
provided plausible scenarios for someone who had no experience. I was
providing my own opportunity but my plan of action would necessarily have to
come from those descriptions and other 'stories' I had read. I knew it was
not a good substitute for actual experience but it would just have to serve.

I hung out by my car for a few minutes. I had a big decision to make. It
seemed too early to go for it yet; but Mom had gotten a snoot full and
seemed in a really receptive mood. I was sure Mom had enjoyed the close
dancing and the goodnight kiss as much as I had. I thought that the asshole
incident had also colored her view of me somewhat. I felt she considered me
a young man who could protect her somewhat now instead of her little boy
that I'd been just a few days before.

There was another thing also. Mom seemed to me to be deferring to my
judgment now. When I'd called her hand about scolding me for peeking up her
dress she had not only changed her tone right away but now she was making
sure I got better and better peeks. She practically squirmed when I told her
how beautiful she was and how sexy she looked. She had even gone out and
bought a new outfit for our date tonight. Not just any outfit either. It was
by far the sexiest and most revealing thing I'd ever known her to wear.

I had a big decision but I figured I should put it off until the last
minute. I would go in the house, change into a T-shirt and some sweat shorts
and settle into the living room to see if Mom made an appearance. If she
just went directly to bed I would forget it for tonight. If she came to sit
in the living room with me, and if I could get another glass or two of wine
into her, I could make my decision then. I went back into the house.

"Mom, I'm home." I yelled.

"I'm in my room changing Jimmy. I'll be out in a minute and you can tell me
all about your date." She replied.

Good so far. I went into my room and changed. My dick had been hard so much
tonight that it was aching. I went into my bathroom and yanked it till I had
a good cum. I thought it was better to be safe than sorry. I had heard a lot
of rumors about blue balls, even though I didn't think I would get to that
state. I didn't want to take any chances. I also didn't want a really hair
trigger and since I had never even had a sniff of pussy I knew this would
help. If I got hard again right off I might even act like I needed to piss
and come do it again.

I went back out to the kitchen and poured Mom a glass of wine. I took it
into the living room and put it on the end table while I grabbed the remote
to see what was on. I was in luck again. An old timey romantic chick flick
was starting in about ten minutes. I switched to that channel and turned the
sound down and waited. Then I hopped up and killed most of the lights in the
house and dimmed those in the living room.

I'd just regained my seat when Mom came out and sat beside me. She had on a
long T-shirt and I assumed panties but couldn't tell. I could tell she
wasn't wearing a bra. This was normal, as she never slept in one. Even when
Mom sat down and the T-shirt slid up her thighs I still couldn't see from my
angle beside her whether she had on panties or not.

The T-shirt wasn't cotton; it was of some kind of satiny material. It was
thinner than cotton and it seemed to cling to her, especially her breasts. I
couldn't see through it but I could plainly see her nipples and I could tell
that they weren't aroused at the moment.

"Oh, you poured me a glass of wine." Mom said.

"Sure Mom you always have a couple or three before bedtime." I explained.

"I know but I've already had several on my date with Jimmy tonight. He took
me to Jefferson's and it was so much fun and he was so nice. I just had a
great time but I'm afraid I might have overdone the wine a little,
especially after the champagne came."

"You had champagne, Kewl! Jimmy must be a big spender."

"Well the champagne was on the house but I don't want to think about what
caused that. How was your date Jimmy?" She asks.

"It was fantastic Mom. I wish you could have seen the new outfit Holly
bought just for our date. She was the hottest thing I've ever seen. I felt
so proud walking into the restaurant with her."

"Well I'm glad you had fun. Are you going out with her again?"

"Next weekend. I think I'm going to ask her to go steady with me." I told
Mom.

"Isn't that a little quick Jimmy?" She asks.

"In one way I guess so; but you know we've know each other all our lives and
she's just way too special to let me give some creep a chance to ask her
out." I said.

"What if she doesn't want to go steady Jimmy?"

"Well if I'm not special to Holly then I don't think I should be going out
with her considering the way I feel about her." I said.

"I'm sure she likes you Jimmy but maybe she won't be sure yet."

"If she can't make up her own mind then she should let me make it up for
her, either that or just turn me down when I ask her out. After all Mom,
some people are leaders and some people are followers. They are equally
important but they are different." I told her.

"I guess so Jimmy, I'd never thought about that."

I felt I might be getting on dangerous ground with this detailed discussions
about my thoughts about our alter egos; but now that I could see the pubes I
didn't want Mom getting the notion that she could string this deal out. She
wasn't so far out of high school that she didn't remember a steady
girlfriend was, sooner or later, expected to share a little bugger with her
main squeeze. That's probably why she was in the position she was in today.

I sure as hell wasn't going to mention my thoughts on this but I didn't
think a little foreshadowing could hurt much. After all if this dating
scheme wasn't going to do the trick for me I needed to find out and think up
another plan. Obviously I wasn't going to be the first one in Mom's panties
but I damned sure meant to be next, one way or the other.

"Want to watch a movie with me Mom? I think you will like the one that's
about to start." I invited her.

"It's getting a little late but what the heck, I'm not sleepy or tired and
we don't have to get out of bed until we want to tomorrow." She agreed.

I had to bite my tongue to keep the smart crack about not getting out of bed
from escaping my lips.

"Great, hey your well's gone dry." I said.

I picked up her now empty wine glass and went to the kitchen to get her a
refill. I felt one more wouldn't put her out but I intended to keep a close
eye on her after this. I didn't want her falling asleep on me; or getting up
and going to bed. I figured I'd need to let her get into the movie before I
tried to get the ball rolling.

I paid attention to Mom's lap as I returned while trying not to seem to. She
was wearing panties and I thought they were probably cotton ones. This might
work to my advantage. If I got my hands on her thighs and was able to start
caressing them she might get nervous and snap out of it knowing her pussy
was bare.

Goddamn I was tired of trying to think out every angle of this when I just
wanted to ease her down on her back on the couch and slide her the meat. I
had to pay strict attention to what I was doing though. I was basically
flying blind but I dare not make a mistake by trying to go to fast. If I did
get very far I knew I had to get it done; if she stopped me in progress she
would be wise to my plan and forewarned for later attempts.

I didn't have one bit of experience in seduction of any kind; however, it
had been a constant topic of study for me for the last two years. I knew
most of the 'stories' I read were largely a figment of someone's
imagination, but I felt I was smart enough to tell buttermilk from sour milk
and decide what was possible, what was probable and what was fabricated out
of whole cloth. I also felt that patience and observation were going to be
my best tools.

I plopped down beside Mom after handing her the glass. The movie was just
starting and I turned up the volume so we could hear, then I leaned back and
put my arm around her. She snuggled up against me a little. One of her legs
was pressed right up against mine and the flesh-to-flesh contact was
electric for me. She wasn't quite close enough for her near titty to press
against me but she wasn't far from it. I already knew I was going to have to
claim a piss break and spank junior again a little later. I thought I might
do it just before I made my move. Meanwhile I just caressed her arm and
shoulder with the hand I had around her and tried to get the mood of the
movie in mind.

I let time pass for a while, mainly just holding Mom. I'd read that nothing
makes a woman feel more safe and secure and loved than just holding her.
Couldn't hurt. After about twenty minutes had passed and I'd seen that Mom
was still alert I begged off for a bathroom break and ask her if she wanted
another glass of wine. She agreed to one more.

I went back and choked the piss out of my best friend then I recalled one of
the pube showing panty shots Mom had given me tonight for visual inspiration
and stroked myself to another gusher. It took longer than earlier tonight
and I figured my hair trigger was on safety for a while. When I returned I
filled Mom's glass once again and handed it to her before I sat down. The
hem of her T-shirt had ridden up a little higher and I could see that the
panties were surely cotton of the ordinary non-sexy type. Good enough.

I sat as close to Mom as I could without sitting on her and pulled her to me
with my arm around her as before. She snuggled even closer to me this time
and she'd finally gotten a titty against my chest for which I was grateful.
She didn't waste much time with her wine and as she finished with it I took
the glass from her and leaned across her to put it on the end table. This
left us closer still and I was happy. After a few more minutes of the one
arm hugging and my hand fondling her upper arm and shoulder, Mom laid her
head on my shoulder and emitted a little sigh. I took a second to glance at
her nipples and while they weren't hard they had firmed up and I estimated
they were at about half-mast.

I was unsure about how to begin and finally decided to wait for a really
romantic scene and then just turn to her and kiss her lips for a start. I
thought that would be the most natural way to begin and we had already had
one very sensual kiss tonight; so I didn't think it would be a deal breaking
shock to Mom.

Soon enough the movie music got distinctly romantic and as the hero drew the
damsel to him for a kiss I turned my head to Mom and put my lips on hers.
She just closed her eyes and kissed me back as if it was the most natural
thing on earth. Her lips parted with no prompting from me so I slipped my
tongue into her mouth and her tongue met mine and they began wrestling.
Great!

I put my free hand on the front of her opposite hip, just where her leg made
an angle reaching toward, but not to her buttock. I tried to make sure that
it was completely on her T-shirt at first and I just griped her lightly to
start. Our kiss deepened and Mom made a little satisfied hum in her throat
as she put her arms around my neck and began playing with my hair. This
turned her more nearly facing me and I now felt two titties pressing into my
chest.

I just kept kissing her and hugging her to me for a couple of minutes then I
let the hand on her hip start stroking down to her knee and back up the
outside of her thigh with my thumb sliding just under her T-shirt at the top
of the stroke. Mom's legs were pressed together and after a while I bent my
fingers at the middle knuckle and lay them between Mom's legs and began
stroking between her thighs down to her knee and back up to within a couple
of inches of her panties.

This seemed to raise the temperature a notch; emboldened I started slowly
increasing the upper travel of this hand. Meanwhile my other hand seemed
nearly useless at the time with Mom's arms around my neck and I though I
couldn't reach anything worth rubbing with it. I decided to see if I could
get any contact with her breast by reaching under her upraised arm and I
managed to get nearly two inches of purchase on the base of the breast,
nearest the hand, with my fingertips. I just lightly caressed what little I
could reach of it.

I made my first mistake then. I broke our kiss intending to kiss and suck on
Mom's graceful throat and neck and work my way around to her ears for a
little earlobe nibbling. I barely had my lips off hers.

"Jimmy I don't..."

Panic!

I cut her off by resuming the kiss with renewed vigor. I couldn't see a
useful purpose for any conversation at this time and I changed all plans to
include hands only foreplay for a while except for the kissing. I didn't
intend to remove my lips from Mom's until such time as I could reasonably
assume no conversation would ensue.

I was delighted to see this new strategy begin to bear fruit. She turned up
the kissing heat to match my new level and her scalp stroking increased
also. I'd never considered it sexy for a woman to run her fingers through my
hair. Of course I'd never had it done to me either. I'd been dead wrong. It
was delicious. I decided that I should probably try a little hair play
myself with the next change of assignment for my stroking hand. Meanwhile
that very hand's upper progress now included lightly brushing into and over
Mom's pubis and just grazing over the skin of her abdomen above her panty's
waistband.

Mom was well into the swing of things now and I nearly slid the hand from
her legs up under her T-shirt to cup a breast; but I decided to run it
through her hair a little first to see if that helped. That action wasn't
likely to draw any complaint and though I felt I was about half way home and
progressing nicely, cupping her breast just now would be a substantial leap
and might just start a revolt.

I was right again. I removed the hand from her legs and drug it 'round to
her back as low as I could get it easily without wiggling it between her
buns and the couch cushion. Then I slowly caressed up her backbone outside
her T-shirt until I reached her neck. Then I just lightly moved my fingers
over the back of her neck and worked them into her hair until I had the back
of her head cupped into my palm. I began to gently massage the back of her
scalp with my fingertips. This move was a real hit with Mom. She shivered as
the hand trailed up her back and as I began playing in her hair she moved
her arm that was away from the back of the couch under mine to place her
hand on my back and she began rubbing all over my back, occasionally pulling
me to her with it.

Presently I thought I detected just the lightest scent of an aroused woman.
I'd never smelled anything like it before; but the scent just seemed to
lightly announce its presence and its meaning to me. I also felt Mom just
lightly rocking her hips every now and then through the couch cushion. It
wasn't really a rocking it was more like she was just straining up toward me
slightly every now and then.

I hated that I couldn't take time to just pull my head back and look. I also
felt I needed to get my lips on Mom's throat; but I was still fearful of
giving her any opportunity to use her lips for speaking. I did get up the
nerve to remove my hand from her hair and trail it back down over her neck
and spine to her hip and then slip it up under her T-shirt. I moved it up to
fondle one of the twin beauties. I just lightly cupped the titty in my palm
and gently squeezed it.

"Mummmmmmmm." Mom groaned and then pressed the breast into my palm.

I could feel her nipple in the center of my palm; I thought that must mean
it was fairly hard. I rubbed my palm around and around over it and this
elicited more moaning from Mom. I thought that surely now she had gotten
conversation off her mind and as I lightly grasp the nipple between my thumb
and forefinger and began to lightly tug and twist it I broke our kiss again
and buried my lips in the hollow of Mom's throat and began to kiss, suck and
nip it with my teeth. This met with Mom's approval.

"Oohhhh Jimmy. Ohhhhh Jimmy, my baby." She groaned as she began kissing
around in my hair.

I worked my lips over her throat and up the side of her neck to worry her
ear and earlobe and then back, and down over the exposed flesh left bare by
the low cut T-shirt, then down to the beginning of her cleavage. I now got a
chance to look and sure enough she was now pressing up toward me with her
pelvis every few seconds. I think she was also squeezing her buttocks
together rhythmically with these motions. Since I was now toying with one
nipple with a thumb and finger I knew for sure it was fully aroused.

I released the nipple and trailed that hand back down over Mom's abdomen and
down her legs to her knees where I insinuated it between them. I spread my
fingers outward and Mom took the hint and spread her legs a little to give
me some room.

I resumed moving the hand up and back between her thighs alternately
caressing one with the palm side of my fingertips and then the other with
the backside as I attempted to move higher and higher. Mom gave ground
grudgingly and increased the spread of her legs in increments as I
continued.

I soon reached the holy grail and as I pressed the back of my hand to her
vulva I found the crotch of her panties very wet; as I increased the
pressure Mom spread her legs much wider and rotated her pudendum up toward
my hand. I left the hand against her and moved it slightly side-to-side
hoping that my knuckles were brushing across her clitoris. They must have
been as Mom spread even wider and set up a regular pattern of low moans.

I turned my hand over to cup Mom's pussy and then curled my middle two
fingers inward and as I did I could tell that my fingertips must be pressing
in toward the entrance to her vagina. Shortly things began to feel much more
slippery.

I worked my fingers beneath the panties through a leg hole and thank
goodness they were either not very tight or had plenty of stretch. I wiggled
the tip of my index finger between her lips and began sliding it up and back
from near the bottom of her slit to up over the top where her clit was
beginning to make an appearance. I brushed the fingertip over her clit and
then spent a short while spreading her fuckoil over her lips and clit.

I detected no hair on her lips anywhere and assumed she must shave them.
When everything I could reach was slippery I wiggled my index finger back
between her lips and finding her entrance again I slipped it up into her as
far as I could, then I started an in and out fingerfucking and I began
teasing her clit with my thumb.

Mom was pretty much moaning and groaning full time now and I felt sure she
was as good as fucked. Her hips were rocking in rhythm with the
fingerfucking and she was now just hanging on around my neck as I continued
trying to get my lips to her breast down through the loose top. This proved
impossible.

I continued for a short while and then pulled my arm from around her back, I
raised my head from her chest and tried to get a little distance between our
upper bodies. This wasn't happening as she now had a sure grip with both
arms around my neck.

I used the now free hand to work between us and grab the hem of the T-shirt
and start pulling it upward as I continued my fingerfucking and clit
teasing. Mom caught on to what I was trying to do and released me, dropping
both her hands to her T-shirt; pulling it off her and flinging it away.

I now had clear sailing to a lip lock on a nipple and I applied suction and
tongue lashing to the closest one. I removed the hand from her pussy and
panties and slipped to my knees beside the couch as I guided Mom to lay back
on it with pressure from my mouth on her breast. When she was fully reclined
with her head on the armrest for a pillow I found her unoccupied titty with
the hand I'd just taken from her cunt and I began teasing that nipple with
my slippery fingers.

I then reached down to the top of her panties with my free hand and started
tugging them downward. Mom released her grip on my head that'd been pulling
me more forcefully into her nipple and used her hands to remove her own
panties as she raised her lovely ass to allow them to slide off. They were
also flung with abandon. Mom then grabbed my T-shirt and began tugging to
rid me of it.

I had to rise for a second to give her room and as I returned to titty
heaven I swapped off with my mouth and slippery hand. I used my free hand to
rid myself of my sweat shorts; then I pulled against Mom's outside leg to
try and get room between them for me. She spread her legs as far as she
could, keeping both legs on the couch. The couch was a wide one and this
gave me room enough to kneel between her glorious thighs. I now took a few
seconds to ogle Mom in her naked horny splendor.

She was a sight to behold. She had truly beautiful legs with full, firm,
creamy thighs. Her bush, which was a perfect color match with her beautiful
auburn mane, was indeed trimmed into a heart shape, ending in a pointer to
her clitoris, and her vulva was shaved smooth. Her fuckoil was shinning
wetly on and around her pussy lips and halfway down those lovely thighs.

Her titties seemed tremendous as they quivered on her chest from her
agitated breathing, and though they were large and full they didn't sag off
to the side, they were so firm they seemed to just stand up proudly. She was
flushed brightly from her breast, up her neck, to her cheeks.

Her shinning hair framed her beautiful face in wild disarray. Her bright
green eyes were flashing. As I reveled in her beauty she extended her arms
toward me in an open invitation, while her lips made kissing motions to me.

She stretched one leg to put a dainty foot up on the back of the couch, as
she spread the other off the side to give me room as I lay down on her;
obeying her summons. Our lips met again and my tongue entered her mouth just
as I realized I was mistaken about the most basic fundamental detail of this
seduction.

I had expected my throbbing dick to find its target by magic I guess.
Apparently that hole in the tip is not really an eye at all. I was about to
panic when I felt her small hand tenderly grasp me and guide my aching
hardon to the place we would both enjoy it most.

She fitted the knob between her labia and moved it up and down her slit.
This felt fantastic but I only learned later that it was to insure proper
lubrication. She told me later that after the first dry shove a woman never
forgets this step.

When she was satisfied with the process and then the alignment, she grabbed
one of my buttocks in each hand and pulled me into her with one long smooth
motion. She held me still, engulfed completely, for a few seconds and I
thought I could feel my dickhead pressing up against something inside her.
She told me latter that it was her cervix.

I was in heaven. I could talk for days and never tell exactly how wonderful
it felt to be in her. She was a tight fit but with her copious secretions
there seemed to be no friction, just a lovely tight squeezing feeling. I
just remained still, fully in her, even after she released her grip on her
ass. Then she broke our kiss.

"Fuck your Holly now Jimmy, I'll be your steady girl, just fuck me. You know
I love you Jimmy and I know you love me. Just slide that big dick in me and
out of me for as long as you can. I'm not on the pill. I'm at the middle of
my cycle so there's a chance I'll have my baby's baby. Give it a shot Jimmy,
try your hardest. I'd love to feel your lovely spunk rushing up into me in
gallons."

I was stunned by her outburst. We had been silent until now. I did have
sense enough to obey my Mother though. Especially since she'd just told me
to do exactly what I'd been working toward.

 I hadn't even thought about pregnancy. I didn't care. If she wanted me to
try and give her a baby, that was fine with me. I figured a lot of it was
the wine talking. If it weren't for the wine though, I'm sure I wouldn't be
lying on her with my dick up her wet warm pussy. I pulled back and came home
again and soon I was picking up speed. It felt so good I couldn't think
about anything else. I guess Mom liked it too for she soon had both legs
wrapped around me and was pulling me to her with them with all her might.

"That's it; that's it. Pound it up in me. Fuck me as hard as you can my
sweet baby motherfucker. Let me have it all. It's so big and so long and so
good. Just keep fucking your Holly until you push it out her mouth."

That was the last coherent sentence she uttered as she slipped into a chant.

"Ohhhh Jimmy. Ohhhh Jimmy. FUCK ME JIMMY!"

She kept it up until she just went ballistic. She growled when she orgasmed.
Her muscles tensed up and her pussy clamped down on my swollen dick and she
hugged me so hard with her arms and her legs around me that I thought I
would lose my breath, but I just kept slamming into her. It seemed like ages
before she relaxed a little and then I felt my dick explode with cum and she
screamed as she felt it pumping.

When I finished pumping cum into her I just slowly collapsed onto her and
she kept hugging me. When we'd gotten a little wind back we had a very sweet
kiss and then just started giving each other little kisses all over our
faces. I tried to get my weight off her but she wouldn't have it.

"No. Please baby, stay right where you are, you're my man now Jimmy and I
want to get used to the feeling of your weight on top of me after you've
fucked the living shit out of me, and you surely just did."

We must have lain there for thirty minutes kissing and murmuring and I don't
know how she could breathe with me on her like that. She finally let me roll
to the couch and pull her up to lay on me and then we lay there for nearly
an hour more as I tried to feel every inch of her body as we talked.

"Holly now that we're going steady what would you like to do on our date
next weekend?"

"You're the man Jimmy, I want to do whatever you want to do, with me or to
me. You're the leader Jimmy and I'm the follower." She promised me.

"In that case I think we should go back to Jefferson's and give them another
chance. The food was great and we could probably dance a little more
romantically together next time." I offered.

"That sounds like fun to me Jimmy. Can you afford to take me two weeks in a
row?" Holly asked me and as she did she started wiggling that lovely ass
around causing her wet 'heart' to move on my limp dick.

"I can this time for sure because they wouldn't let us pay last night after
asshole acted up." I replied as my dick began to swell.

"That's right I'd almost forgotten. Hey lover, what's that poking around in
my bush?"

"I'm not sure; raise up and I'll look and see."

"I think I can guess what it is. Why don't we go up to our bedroom and play
with it?"

I agreed as I managed to get my arms under her and lift her as I stood up
from the couch. I headed for her bedroom carrying her.

"You don't have to carry me Jimmy, I can walk now."

"Hush Holly, I'm your man now and I'm leading. I'm trying to save your
strength for your upcoming ordeal."

"Goody."

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