Date: Sat, 25 Jul 2020 23:48:42 +0000
From: william michael <beau155@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bill the Kid, The Big Gun, Part 1

Billy The Kid, The Big Gun Part 1

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Billy was in the grip of a serious conundrum, both figuratively and
literally speaking.  As to the literal, he was being gripped by his female
cousin who, at nineteen, was nearly four years his senior.  The fact that
she was one of the hottest girls in town was not lost on him, particularly
when he considered that her very sexy body was pressed so tightly against
him with only a thin, braless top and skimpy shorts covering the most
critical parts.  The fact that it was his cousin that had him so turned on
at the moment had him on the verge of panic.  He could only imagine her
reaction if she realized her impact on him.

The figurative aspect of it was that for some very specific reasons, he
really didn't care for his cousin so much.  She had been living with him
and his mother for almost a year while she completed her `studies' as a
beautician and nail technician.  In all that time she had pretty much
ignored him and when she had to interact with him she was brusque and not a
little condescending.  He hadn't been given a clear explanation about why
she had to move in with them, but he thought it had something to do with a
major issue with her mom.

In the last month however she seemed bound and determined to whitewash all
past indignities by showering him with extravagant displays of affection,
such as now.  Her arms were wrapped tightly around his back and her chin
was resting on his shoulder, her mouth close to his ear.  He had only just
matched her in height and he couldn't for the life of him believe that she
couldn't feel what was occurring just below waist level.  And it also
appeared she wasn't in any hurry to let go of him.

"Mary, what are you doing?"

"What, I can't show my baby cuz a little affection?"

"I wouldn't know, I've wondered about that a few times myself," he replied,
trying but not completely succeeding in keeping the bitterness out of his
voice.

He felt her squeeze him a bit and with a sigh she let go and stepped back.
At such close proximity he couldn't help but focus on the pair of bright
green eyes that were watching him intently.  She pursed her lips in a way
that suggested she was thinking about something and then with a slight nod
she pulled his head forward and she pressed her lips to his.

This was completely unexpected, but Billy had to admit that it felt pretty
amazing.  Her lips were warm and full and slightly wet.  And very
insistent.  Her mouth was grinding on his and she was pushing her tongue
past his lips.  As amazing as this felt it was nothing compared to the
sensation that was growing behind his zipper as her hips began to press and
grinding slowly against his.

Her arms got tighter and he managed to put his hands on her hips when
reality crashed in as they heard the sound of the garage door opening.
They broke apart with a mumbled curse on her part.

"Shit, well, we aren't done, cuz.  And not a word," she said with a last
peck on the check before releasing her hold on him.

He stood there and watched as her firm, well rounded ass flexed its way
down the hall to her room.  Later at dinner it was situation normal.  His
mom talked about work, Mary ignored him and when they were finished he
helped clean up and then he retreated to his room.  It was close to
midnight and he was still awake when he heard his door slowly open and a
figure slip quietly into his room.  He assumed it was his cousin and when
the figure settled onto the side of his bed the fragrance confirmed his
suspicions.

"Mary, what are you doing?" he whispered.

"Shhh, I told you we weren't finished," she said as her hand rested lightly
on his nearest thigh.  "I'm out of here in a week and you have something I
want," she added while her hand slid up the one thigh and down the other.
"There you are."

What her hand had found was the other occupant of the leg of his boxer
shorts.  It was why he was so concerned about Mary hugging him earlier.
Had he known what she knew about him he wouldn't have worried.  Her hand
was now resting on a very large lump in his shorts and she was starting to
squeeze and rub it.

"Mary," he hissed under his breath.

In the dim light coming through his bedroom window he could just make out
her face and he saw a little smile as her head came down and her lips began
to kiss the long bulge in shorts.  She cooed a bit when she realized the
head was now poking out from the bottom of his shorts leg and she was able
to press her lips to spongy mushroom.

"Oh, cuz, you are amazing," she purred.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I saw you a few weeks ago playing with yourself in the shower and
I got a good look at this monster and I want it.  Now just shut up and
enjoy this."

With that said she grabbed a handful of each leg of his shorts and tugged
on them.  With a little work she got them down his legs and off over his
feet.  What she saw now had her totally turned on as witnessed by the two
hard nipples trying to rip through the thin material of her string strap
top.  In short (ha ha) Billy was hung like a horse.  His cock was long and
thick and veiny, with a head slightly larger than the shaft.  Taking it in
a two hand grip still left plenty to try and shove into her eager mouth.

With the head just beginning to pass her lips she was able to tell he was
already precumming heavily.  It was thick and salty and she loved it.  Had
she wanted to take the time, which she didn't, she would have kicked
herself for having wasted almost an entire year under the same roof with
this magnificent cock.  Ah, well, live for the moment.

As her hands gripped the lower shaft tightly she began to work her mouth
over the bulbous head and getting some of the upper shaft in there as well.
Billy let his head rest on his pillow, watching as that hot mouth and
pretty face surrounded his massive cock.  He watched as she shifted her
position so that her legs wound up straddling his one leg and letting her
panty clad pussy press against his shin.  He could feel her begin to grind
with her hips and he thought it was starting to feel a little wet.

In the meantime Mary's lips were sliding over the first three or four
inches of the thick shaft while her tongue was working over the big head.
Billy was trying not too cum to soon but it was an uphill battle as he
hadn't shot a load in several days and despite his lack of enthusiasm for
his cousin as a person, he had to admit she had him wound up against the
stops.  She continued to grind her pussy against his leg and the moans in
her throat added stimulating vibrations to his cock.  She was trying to jam
as much of his cock into her mouth as she could which resulted in a lot of
saliva running down the shaft and onto her hands.

He wasn't sure, since he had no previous experience with a girl, but he
thought she might have cum once from the insistent grinding she was giving
her pussy.  Try as he might he couldn't hold out and with a single grunt
his hips bucked and he began to shoot a prodigious load of cum, more than
she could handle and after three heavy blasts she had to back off and take
the rest of his load on her face and upper chest.  The cum splattered on
her top, soaking into the material, sticking it to her skin.  When his hips
stopped bucking, the cum oozing down his shaft coating her fingers, she
began to lick him clean.

With his orgasm spent he opened his eyes to find Mary looking back at him,
her face a cummy mess, her smile bright.

"Oh, fuck, cuz, that was amazing.  Why couldn't you have shown me this
amazing cock sooner?"

"I dunno, maybe because you were ignoring me most of the time."

He saw her eyes tighten, and the grip on his cock tightened for a moment
and then she continued her cleaning, getting as much of the cum on his cock
and her hands as she could.  When she was done she peeled the sticky top up
over her head and tossed it to the floor.  He got his first clear view of
her tits and they were beauties, full, firm and riding high on her chest.
When she noticed his noticing she cocked an eyebrow and said,

"You're not the only one with something to show off."

"You're allowed to.  I don't think people would like it if I walked around
with this bulge in my pants," he replied.

She laughed a bit and then moved up to lay herself over his body, pressing
her lips against the sides of his neck.

"Don't make me do all the work, cuz.  Put those hands and lips to work."

So he did, bringing his hands up to run over her bare back and barely
covered ass cheeks.  Likewise he began to give her neck some attention and
he was rewarded with some purring.

"Put those hands to good use and help me get these panties off."

Billy hooked his thumbs into the sides of the brief panties and began to
push them down off her ass and further toward her knees.  With a
combination of hands and legs, they managed to get the last of her clothing
off.  Then she was tugging on his tee shirt and in short order they were
both naked and Billy was genuinely enjoying the feel of all that warm
smooth skin.  He was also enjoying the feel of her smoothly shaved and
still quite damp pussy starting to rub on his semi rigid cock.

"Oh, god, cuz, you have me so turned on.  I want that big dick inside me
right now."

"I've never done that, I don't know..."

"Don't worry, I have and once you get started your instincts will take
over, believe me."

And not given him any chance to respond she rolled off of him and went onto
her back and she started tugging him over on top of her.

"Get on your knees between my legs and let me have that big dick."

When he got in place she took hold of his now fully hard cock and began to
rub the head along her puffy wet lips.  Then with a tug and a push the head
began to press the lips apart and all kinds of sensations raced along the
shaft to form a tight buzz in his balls.

"Oh, god, you feel so big and we just started.  Come on, cuz, push a little
with your hips."

So with some coaching and coaxing he eventually got to the point where his
instincts could kick in and his hips began to push and pull the massive
shaft in and out of her pussy, going a bit deeper each time.  When he had a
bit more than nine inches in, her hands went to his hips to keep him from
going deeper.  He took the hint and began working his cock back and forth,
his arms braced at her sides, looking down into her face.

As he began to work his hips faster and harder her grunting turned to a
steady moan from a partial open mouth while her eyes began to roll up to
show mostly white.  He wasn't sure how long they had been at it but at some
point, Mary's grip on him tightened significantly and her hips began to
buck as she experienced her first orgasm of the night.

The spasms felt along his cock combined with the overall thrill of his
first real fuck, pushed Billy over the edge but he had the presence of mind
to pull out and take hold of his cock and start shooting his prodigious
load over her stomach and tits.  When the last of his cum dripped from the
bulbous head, he settled back on his heels, breathing heavily.  He watched
as her own heavy breathing gave interesting movement to her firm full
breasts.  After some minutes her eyes fluttered open and her mouth split
into a huge grin.

"Oh, sweetie, that was just so amazing.  My god, you know how to make a
girl feel good."

With that she sat up, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him
to her so she could get her lips on his.  Her still cummy tits pressed
against his chest as her tongue wrestled with his.  After a while she eased
back and looked at him for a few moments and then let go completely.

"I think that's enough for tonight.  We don't what your mom finding us like
this.  I have a week left here and we'll do this again, okay?"

Billy just nodded and then watched as his naked cousin bounced off the bed
and hurried from his room, her bare ass cheeks flexing.  Billy blinked a
few times as he stared at the closed door and then looked down at himself.
His cock glistened in the dim light and he saw some cum on his smooth chest
so he got off the bed, grabbed some tissues from the box his mother
insisted he have in the room and cleaned himself up.  He then collapsed
onto the bed and fell asleep happy in the knowledge that his first real sex
with a girl had, apparently, been a success.

When he made his way into the kitchen, he was greeted by an enthusiastic
hug from his cousin to include a wet sloppy kiss on the cheek.
Fortunately, his mother wasn't in the room to see the uncharacteristic
display of affection.  As Mary had said, she was in the house for another
week, during which time, she and Billy had sex three more times.  She would
have liked more but she had to submit to the simple fact that a massive
cock propelled by an energetic teen resulted in significant wear and tear
on her pussy and it needed time in between encounters to recover.

She also had to admit that during those three encounters she had
experienced numerous and bone rattling orgasms that had her genuinely
lamenting the wasted year of ignoring her truly gifted cousin.  Billy had
generally enjoyed the experiences but it did bother him that the girl's
interest in him was based primarily on his massive cock.  It made him
wonder if that was how a girl with a hot body felt when guys made such a
big deal about it.

The last night was a long one.  Between her pussy and her mouth she got him
to cum four times, although the last time was little more than a dribble.
For a time there it seemed that she was in an almost constant state of
orgasm, or so it seemed to him.  By two in the morning they were both sound
asleep in the same bed wrapped around each other and only by the annoying
sound of his old alarm clock were they able to wake up and separate before
his mom was any the wiser.  Or so he thought.

Mary was gone by late morning and Billy disappeared to his room for a nap.
Teens are resilient, however and by mid-afternoon he was down in his
personal sanctuary, his half of the two car garage.  For the past four or
five years, he had been increasingly involved in bartering and up cycling.
Using the internet, print media and local contacts he was proving very
adept at recognizing good deals and hidden treasures.

It wasn't too long before dinner was due to be ready that his mother called
for him to come into the house.  She was sitting at the table in the
kitchen used for breakfast and quick dinners.  She was a woman in her early
forties with auburn hair kept short in a type of pixie style.  Her face was
very attractive but she made minimal use of makeup unless there was some
special occasion but Billy couldn't remember the last one.

As usual she was dressed in very casual, as in baggy, clothes.  This was
her `comfy' way of dressing when she was home.  She was regarding her son
with a serious expression as she gestured for him to sit down across from
her.  He was getting a little nervous.

"Sweetheart," she began, "I'd like to ask you a question and I want you to
give me an honest answer."

"Okay," he said, as evenly as he could while she held him with her golden
hazel eyes.

"Did you and Mary have sex at any time while she was here?"

The fact that Billy's face went bright red was all the answer she needed
but she held his gaze looking for more.

"Um, well, yes.  This past week."

With raised eyebrows, she prompted him for more detail.

"Well, you know, for most of the time she ignored me, right?"

His mother nodded.

"Then about a month ago she started with the hugs and cheek kisses and
calling me sweetie and cuz."

"I noticed."

"Well, the beginning of last week, before you got home, the hugging and
kissing got more serious and when I asked why, she told me."

As he realized where this was leading he stopped talking and got even
redder.

"It's okay, sweetheart.  You can tell me.  This is important."

Billy swallowed and with a cough continued.

"She said that she had seen me in the shower and she liked what she saw and
she said she wanted it before she left."

"She said `it'? Not `you'?"

"Um, yeah.  She was referring to my, um..."

"I understand, dear.  Okay, I think I get the picture.  You were getting a
little noisy the last couple of times."

"And you didn't stop us?" Billy asked, amazed.

"I didn't want to create a lot of drama by charging in.  Especially given
the circumstances, but I need to you to understand some things.  Becoming
sexually active means a lot of fun, but also a lot of responsibility.
You've probably had some of that in school but we'll talk about it as well.
That fact that Mary is your cousin, that complicates things.  Sex among
family members is not looked upon very favorably by most people, you know."

"I know that, mom.  I could try and say she made me do it, but after the
first time, I was happy to play along, but I understand what you're
saying."

"I don't want you feeling bad about what happened, but I suggest you keep
it between us.  Okay?"

"Sure."

"Fine, now, give me a hug and go get cleaned up for dinner."

She stood up and held her arms out and Billy stepped in and gave as good as
he got.  His mom brought her head back and saw that she was looking her son
eye to eye.  She smiled a bit and shook her head.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart.  I guess I've been working too much and failed to
notice how grown up you're getting.  If you have any questions about
anything, please don't think twice about asking me, okay?"

"Sure, Mom," he said and she rewarded him with another smile and then a
kiss on the forehead.

As he walked to the bathroom to wash up for dinner he had to wonder what it
was his mother had heard.  He knew he kept things to a low grunting,
although Mary tended to squeal when she was really cumming hard.  Not to
mention his bed did have some creaky springs.  All in all, things could
have turned out so much worse.

Dinner was a relatively quiet affair but he had taken the time to look at
his mother more closely than he had in a while and a question came to mind.

"Um, Mom, can I ask you one of those questions you mentioned before?"

"Sure, sweetheart," she said, putting down her fork and giving him her full
attention.

"Well, it's just that I can't remember the last time you had a date.  How
come?  You're really very pretty and ..." he faded.

His mother's smile was wide and really lit up her face and she reached
across the table to squeeze his hand.

"I'm very flattered, young sir," she said teasingly.  "As to your question,
my work keeps me very busy and quite frankly I haven't really met anyone
that has interested me that way.  I suppose if I wanted to I could find
someone but," she finished with a shrug.  "And that brings up my question,
young man.  What about you?  You're a handsome fellow, where's your
girlfriend?"

"Who knows," Billy said with some exasperation. "No one seems interested in
me.  No car, no varsity jacket, no money."

"Really, sweetheart?  There's not one girl in that school who could see
what a special guy you are?"

"Not that I've ever come across.  I'm just glad the year is over."

His mom gave him a sympathetic smile and pursed her lips and after
squeezing his hand again continued eating.  After clearing the dishes he
went up to his room and changed into his sleep clothes, a pair of boxers
and an old tee shirt.  He was a bit surprised when he heard his mother call
him downstairs about an hour later.  She was usually in her office/den for
several hours each evening.  Her voice came from the family room so he
walked in and came to a sudden stop.  Sitting on the big leather couch was
his mother but not looking like she had ever in his memory.

The hair was the same glossy auburn cut short.  The face was generally the
same pretty one he knew so well, but with added accents around the eyes
that gave her a slightly exotic look.  But what really got his attention
was all the skin that was on display.  Instead of the usual baggy blouse or
pull over, she was wearing a string strap, v-neck, bare midriff bit of
black lace and instead of pants she was wearing a pair of black satin
shorts of some sort that had a healthy cut taken out that allowed all of
her thighs and some of her hips to show.

Her right leg was crossed over the left and her hands were resting on her
knee.  She gave her son a soft smile and patted the cushion on her left
side.  He approached slowly, not really believing this was his mom.  He
gingerly settled himself on the couch, keeping at least a hands width
between them.  His mom looked over at him and with a bit more of smile
said,

"So, sweetheart, as you can see, if I wanted to I don't think I'd have much
of a problem getting a date, or a whole lot of them."

"Then why..." he began, then stopped.

"Based on what you were telling me earlier, those ratty boxers of yours,
which by the way are heading for the rag basket, are hiding something
pretty substantial, right?"

He nodded.

"And as you can see, the baggy, comfy clothes of mine have been hiding
something pretty substantial too, yes?"

He nodded, because this close he could see that his mom had boobs that were
bigger and fuller than Mary's and even now still rode fairly high and made
for a significant cleavage.

"How old were you when you noticed what was going on?" she asked.

"Thirteen, half way to fourteen, I guess."

"Well, sweetheart, at that age, I pretty much had all of this," she said,
gesturing to her chest.  "And it attracted a lot of attention.  Some nice,
but a lot not so nice.  So I tended to cover up as much as I could and it
got to be a habit.  There were some times when I would show more but that
was mostly on vacations or things like that."

He thought about all the girls in town that he would see in skimpy little
outfits and wondered how they put up with the attention, or maybe they
enjoyed it in a way his mother hadn't been able to.  He also knew that he
was the result of a brief and stormy affair and that his mother had
promised to provide all the information he might need on his eighteenth
birthday.  So he didn't mention any of that.

"What I'm saying, dear, is that I think I can understand your situation a
bit.  And of course, you have the problem that while I could easily put my
boobs on display, you can't really do that can you?"

He shook his head.

"So if you don't mind my asking, can you give me some idea what we are
talking about here?"

He blinked a bit and then held his hands up, index fingers extended and
held them about a foot apart.

"Oh, my."

Then with one hand he formed a circle at least seven inches around, maybe
more.

"Good heavens, no wonder Mary was so taken.  I surprised I didn't hear
more."

As she said this Billy couldn't help but notice that his mother had shifted
herself so that she was closer and facing him more directly.  He also
couldn't help notice that two prominent bumps had formed under his mother's
lacey top.  He also couldn't help notice that he himself was reacting to
the situation, one that was further complicated by the very light fragrance
that he was beginning to notice.  He also noticed that his boxers were
significantly tighter than they had been.  And try as he might he couldn't
look away from his mother's gold/hazel eyes.

"Sweetheart," she said, letting the fingers of her left hand brush lightly
over his rather plain brown hair.  "How are you feeling right now?"

"Um, nervous I guess.  A little uncomfortable talking about this."

His mom nodded knowingly.  Her fingers continued to trace patterns in his
hair and it was sending little tingles down his neck.

"I understand.  I was the same way at your age.  I still am to some extent.
But this is too important.  I don't want you shying away from girls but at
the same time with your gift you might just scare them," she said, bringing
her other hand to rest on his closest thigh.

When she saw his raised eyebrows, she laughed a bit and said,

"With that much to offer, some girls are likely to scream and run away.
Others would be interested if presented in the right way."

"Um, mom...."

"Shh, it's okay, sweetheart," she said, while leaning in and placing a
light kiss on his lips.

"Didn't you say that doing this with family was bad?"

"No, dear, I said that most people look unfavorably on it," she replied
kissing him a little more firmly.  "I'm not most people."

With that her lips pressed harder and then parted to allow her tongue to
trace over his lips.  Remembering some early coaxing from Mary, he let his
lips part and his tongue contacted his mothers.  Taking that as a signal,
his mom's hand cupped the back of his head and pulled their mouths tightly
together.  At the same time her hand drifted from his right thigh to his
left and their she found the first real indication of how `gifted' her son
was.

The bulge along his thigh had been growing since shortly after he sat down
and got a good look at his mom.  Now that her mouth was grinding on his and
her hand was lightly gripping his leg, the head of his massive cock had
made steady progress and was at nearly full extension.  His was pretty sure
he was on safe ground when he let his hand run up and down her naked thigh,
then slide around to the small of her back and pull her up tightly against
him.

This went on for some minutes until she pulled back and with a breathy
voice said,

"Oh, sweetheart, there's no need to teach you anything about kissing."

Having said that her mouth was back on his and her hand moved from his leg
to his chest, rubbing over the thin material.  As she sucked on his tongue,
she let her hand slide down his torso until she felt the bulge in his
shorts again.  Her fingertips slipped inside the fly and made contact with
the hard, warm and very large shaft.  She knew she couldn't pull it through
so the shorts had to go.  Her hand moved to the waist band and began to
tug.

Her tugging was insistent and her assessment of the shape the shorts were
in was on the mark because the waist band parted and the thin fabric gave
way, allowing his cock to spring free.  She took hold of the shaft about
midway to the head and was amazed at how big it really was.  Her fingers
didn't make it all the way around.  She took her mouth off of Billy's and
looked down.

"Oh my god, baby, you're amazing.  I've never seen anything like this."

Unlike some cocks of such a size, his didn't hang down while erect.  It was
pointing out from between his legs and when she released her grip on it, it
didn't droop.  There were several veins that ran down the sides and stood
out prominently.  The head was large, although not of the mushroom type.
It was deep red and was already beginning to drool precum.

"Mom, are you sure you're alright with this?"

"Yes, dear, I am.  It might make me a terrible person but I just can't stop
now.  Besides, you need to learn how to use this properly and it's up to me
to make sure you do."

"Alright, mom, if you say so."

Having ensured her willingness, Billy succumbed to the deep urges that were
welling up inside and began another deep tongue kiss.  In addition, he put
his hand on his mom's bare stomach and then slid it up under the edge of
her lacey top and got his hand on one of her full, firm tits and began a
gentle squeezing.

She began to moan into his mouth as her free hand resumed its grip on his
cock shaft and began a slow steady stroking.  After a bit she broke off the
kiss and lowered her head until her full, now wet lips, were just above the
drooling tip of his massive cock.  Her tongue flicked out and began to
gently lap up the sweet salty nectar.  Then she pressed her lips to the
spongy head and began sliding them over until it disappeared into her
mouth.

"Oh, shit, Mom, that feels so good."

She let the head pop out of her mouth and she sat up to look at her son.

"Hmm, such a dirty mouth.  I like it.  Tell me what you want."

Her eyes bored into his, demanding a response.

"I want you to keep sucking my hard cock until I shoot my cum on you."

"Hmm, I thought so.  I'd like that too.  Your cock is so hard and so big.
I'd imagine your cum is thick and white and there's a lot of it."

"It is.  Um, if we're gonna do this, can we get, you know, um, naked?"

"Yes, we can sweetheart.  You first," she said.

With that, she tugged the shredded remnants of his boxers off over his
legs, then she pulled his tee shirt up and over his head.  She paused to
admire the smooth, hairless skin of his torso, looking more the boy than
the man his cock and balls suggested.  She found the combination
irresistible.  So she leaned in and began licking his nipples.  He
responded by pressing back into the couch cushion, his ass sliding to the
edge, his stiff cock laying against his stomach, the head well past his
navel.

As his mother kissed and licked her way down his torso, her hand took hold
of his balls while her cheek rubbed on the side of his cock.  He in turn
rested his hand on the bare small of her back and began to slide into the
back of her satin shorts.  When he felt the swell of her firm ass cheeks he
began to rub and squeeze.  In response, she began to shift her hips and
swallowed the head of his cock again, this time letting the tongue flicker
across the tip.

It had been a long time since she had been in this situation and she was
reveling in the feel and the smell and the taste.  The fact that it was her
son added immeasurably to the thrill.  The fact that he was hung like a
horse had her pussy leaking.  The fact that he was living under the same
roof had her mind swirling with possibilities.  But right now she was eager
to coax the first load out of him.

She brought her other hand around and took hold of the thick shaft and
began to stroke it while she sucked harder and pulled more of the upper
shaft into her mouth.  Meanwhile, the hand that Billy was using to caress
her ass cheeks had slipped into the crease between them and he felt the
tight pucker of her asshole with the tip of his middle finger.  At the
touch he felt her hips twitch and then press back so he began to rub his
finger around.  The moans this got from his mom added vibrations to her
sucking.

His head had been laying back against the couch back and his eyes were
closed but as his mother started working more of his fat dick into her
mouth he tilted his head a bit and opened his eyes, allowing him to see the
top of her head and the shortish auburn hair bobbing in the area of his
lap.  As the sensations were building at the base of his cock his mind
flashed back to a time some three years ago.  The head in his lap had been
covered in brown hair and the mouth that was working his cock was wet and
warm, but it wasn't a girl, or woman.  It was his friend from school, a
quiet, intelligent boy that he shared a workstation with in life science
class.

He was thinking about the first of many times they had played in this way.
His gift, as his mother had put it, had not reached its current epic
proportions but it was still more than any thirteen year old should expect.
His friend, Stevie, had apparently caught sight of it in gym class.  Their
first encounter started off innocently enough, or so Billy thought.  He
found out later that Stevie had something in mind.  They were supposed to
be working together on a science project.

During a break in their work, they were playing a video game and Billy
`happened' to notice a magazine on the floor that had some pretty
suggestive looking pictures on the cover.  Stevie said that it had been
left behind by his older cousin.  It was some sort of Japanese anime book
with well-muscled men with bulging speedos or briefs or some sort of skimpy
pants.  Billy picked it up and flipped open to some pages and the briefs
were gone and large thick cocks with dripping heads were in plain sight.

Billy had commented on how big the guys' cocks were and Stevie suggested
that he'd be like that one day.  When Billy asked him what he meant by that
Stevie said that with Billy being as big as he is now, with a few years of
growing, he'd look like them.  Billy laughed but he couldn't help but see
how Stevie was looking at him, or more precisely, looking at his crotch.

"What are you looking at?" Billy had asked him.

"I was just wondering if it looked as good up close as it did in the locker
room," Stevie replied.

"It?"

"Your cock, dummy, what do you think?"

"You really wanna see it?"

"Yes."

"Fine, but you have to show me yours.  Fairs fair."

So with that they both stood up and dropped their pants.  Apparently Stevie
was very excited about matters as his cock was hard and pointing at the
ceiling.  Billy hadn't quite gotten there yet but his semi rigid dick was
still bigger than the other boys.

"Shit, man, it is better close up," Stevie said as he stepped closer and
got down on his knees in front of Billy.

Stevie didn't bother to ask if it was okay, he just reached out and ran his
fingertips over the swelling shaft and it jerked a bit.  He then wrapped
his fingers around it and after a few strokes had it at full erection.  It
was a thick six inches, which on a skinny kid under five and a half feet
tall looked really impressive.  Stevie must have thought so because his
eyes were riveted on the now leaking head and his own cock was bouncing and
leaking without being touched.

Billy was rather fascinated by the feel of the boy's hand on his cock and
he was happy to stand there and let Stevie have his fun.  Then the smaller
boy had his hands on Billy's hips and was maneuvering him sideways and then
pushing him back to sit on a small chair with his hard dick pointing up
from between his legs.  Then the stroking began again in earnest, although
this time Stevie used his other hand on his own dick.  Billy was really
enjoying the attention and the pressure that was building in his balls.

When he finally couldn't take it anymore his hips began to buck and he
began to shoot a series of thick, heavy streams of cum at the boy.  Some
made it into his mouth, the rest was all over Stevie's face and chest.  He
also felt something warm and wet on his legs as Stevie began to fire off a
few nice shots of his own.

What followed was almost a year of encounters between the two boys.
Encounters that included sessions of jerking off, sucking cock and with
Stevie's insistence one summer afternoon playing in a wooded lot on the
edge of town, a thorough fucking of the boy's ass.  He said he wanted to
feel what Billy's felt like inside him before it got too big for him to
handle.  It became a regular part of their fun together.  Billy figured he
had to have left dozens of loads in his friends ass.

It made Billy wonder if he was ever going to have any experiences with a
girl but he was having too much fun to be worried about it at this point in
his life.  The Friday night sleep overs they managed to arrange were truly
amazing, particularly the one when Stevie had a cousin visiting and they
wound up spit roasting the visitor, much to his glee and let him head for
his home with multiple loads in the ass and mouth.

Then just after Christmas it was over.  Stevie's dad packed them up and
moved them across the country to pursue a new business opportunity.  He and
Stevie tried to stay in touch but it didn't last and he hadn't heard from
his friend and former sex partner in over a year.  His memory was side
tracked by a touch from the present.

A tight squeeze on his cock brought him back to the here and now and he was
again looking at the top of his mother's head.  The pressure in his balls
was getting unbearable and he began to babble about shooting but his hips
began to buck and the first of many loads his mother would receive from him
began to shoot from the head of his dick.

The first shot hit the back of her throat and caused her to squeal, which
then caused her to cough as the second, harder shot hit the same spot.  She
pulled off and the remaining shots splashed her face and his stomach.  When
the last bit oozed from the head she gave it a few licks and decided that
her son tasted very good indeed.  When she lifted her head to look at him,
he saw a cum splattered mouth and chin and she saw a pair of eyes wide in
awe.

"Oh, baby, what a load.  And after everything you did last night.  I am so
turned on right now.  I hope you enjoyed it."

"Are you kidding, mom? The was fucking fantastic.  You could have taught
Mary a whole lot.  But wasn't it kinda one sided?"

"Not as much as you might think, dear, but I'm so glad you think so.
That's a good attitude.  And I'm so very horny right now.  But first let's
get you cleaned up a bit."

With that Billy's mom quickly pulled her top up over her head and used it
to clean off Billy's stomach and cock and then the lower part of her face.
Billy got the chance to stare at his mom's now bare tits and they looked
even better than he had imagined.  They were big and full and sat high and
sloped down to two very prominent, and hard, nipples.  As his mom tossed
the now heavily cum stained top to the floor she saw where he was looking
so she sat upright and thrust her chest forward.

"You like, baby boy?  Not bad for forty, ish, huh?"

"They'd be damn nice for twenty, mom."

"Such a sweet boy.  Now put those wonderful lips to good use, right here,"
she said lightly tapping one of her nipples with a finger.

Billy smiled and leaned forward and as directed planted a soft kiss on the
nipple and then let his lips part so that he could suck on it and let his
tongue dance on the tip.

"Oh, yes, baby, that is so nice.  Every bit as good as your kisses," she
said as her hands took hold of the back of his head and pulled him in
tighter.

She bent her head down to kiss the top of his head and then she said,

"Put your hands to good use, sweetheart, and get these things off me."

Without taking his lips off her nipple, he got his hands on the waistband
of her satin shorts and began working them down over her hips.  She lifted
her ass off the couch and in a moment they were down around her ankles so
she could kick them off.  Now they were both completely naked.  She pulled
his mouth off her nipple and covered it with her mouth, her tongue probing
for his as she leaned backwards and pulled him down on top of her.  The
kissing and groping went on for some minutes until she pushed him up a bit
and said,

"Okay, baby, time for your next lesson.  A girl is going to have to be very
ready for you to use that beautiful cock on her.  You have to make sure she
is.  You've done very well so far but now it's time the next step."

"You mean you want me to lick your pussy?" he asked.

"Oh, baby, I love how that sounds.  Yes, it's time for you to lick my
pussy.  Get down between my legs and put your face where it needs to be."

Which he did.  He kneeled on the cushion and pushed her legs apart, looking
down at her fully shaved pussy, the lips gleaming wet.

"Go ahead, sweetheart, just give it a try."

Billy lowered his head and extended his tongue until he felt it touch some
soft, warm, wet flesh.  He let the tip move a little up and down and he
picked up a slightly musky taste that caused an immediate swelling in his
reviving cock.

"Hmmm, that's nice baby, now give it a bit more pressure and move around
some more."

And he did as instructed which got an immediate response in terms of moving
hips and cooing moans from his mom.  She continued to talk him through the
motions which had his lips and tongue working her clit as well as plunging
deep inside her now drenched pussy.  She used both her hands on the back of
his head to make sure he lingered where she wanted and applying more or
less pressure.  He even managed to wing it a bit when he recalled how she
reacted to his fingering of her ass ring so he let his tongue slide down as
he licked her pussy lips and got a big yelp and spasm of her hips as he
played with it for a bit.

Finally after two deep, gut wrenching orgasms, she pulled his head up and
looking at his juice drenched mouth, chin and nose she said,

"Oh god, baby, I can't wait any more.  Get on top of me and put that big
cock to work.  I'm sure Mary showed you how to do it."

He smiled a bit because yes, Mary sure had.  Getting up on his knees, he
took his cock in hand and began to rub the head along her dripping pussy
lips.  His mom moaned some more so he pushed with his hand and leaned in
with his hips and watched as her lips parted and the head began to slide
in.

"Oh, fuck, yes, baby, keep pushing in."

So he did and slowly but surely that head and then the shaft began to
disappear inside his mother.  After about half had slid in he let go and
leaned forward some more, his hands coming down on both sides of her chest.
She looked up at him through glazed eyes and he smiled down at her.  As his
dick kept moving up inside her, her hands slid up his arms to grab his
shoulders and pulled him down so that his smooth, hairless chest was
pressing against her full tits.  Her legs came up to wrap around the small
of his back and they helped put pressure on his hips pulling him in deeper
and deeper.

She mumbled in his ear in between the kisses she planted on the side of his
neck.  Her hips began flexing up and soon the entire dick was inside her
pussy.  Billy couldn't believe it how good it felt to have the full length
of him wrapped in a warm, wet pussy.  That it was his own mother's made it
that much more thrilling.  Together they began to move their hips so that
he was fucking her deep and strong, if a bit slowly.  His mother knew what
she had and she wanted to make it last.

Anyone who might have had the chance to peek through a curtained window
would have seen two naked bodies tightly entwined on the big leather couch.
On the bottom was a curvy woman with short hair holding a skinny, not too
tall young man with both arms and both legs and he was thrusting with his
tight little ass what appeared to be a very substantial cock into her.
Judging by the arm movements and the way her face was buried in his neck,
she was having a good time of it, which meant he certainly was.

Billy was concentrating on keeping his rhythm steady and his balls under
control, not wanting this to end.  His mom was just hanging on and
experiencing the best sex she could ever remember.  Finally, Billy couldn't
take it anymore and he mumbled something about cumming and began to back
out as Mary had told him.  Instead, his mother's arms and legs tightened
and she wouldn't let up until Billy began firing off stream after stream of
thick, heavy cream up inside her already flooded pussy.  It seemed to go on
forever but finally he ran out and he came to a stop with his cock buried
inside her, fluids leaking out onto the couch.

It took a few minutes before he realized the kisses on his neck had moved
up to his cheek and hands were now stroking his back and ass.  Her legs
weren't gripping as hard but she didn't seem intent on letting him go.
Then her lips were at his ear and she began to talk.

"Baby, that was just the best.  What an incredible experience.  I may just
have to lock you in the basement and keep you all to myself," she with a
chuckle.

"I'm glad you think so, but wasn't letting me cum inside you a risky
thing," he said, his breathing still heavy.

"No, sweetheart, it wasn't.  I haven't been able to get pregnant for years
now.  You'll have no worries there.  But we will talk about that where
other girls are concerned, but we'll leave that for tomorrow."

And that's where the kissing began again.  She didn't give him a chance to
pull out of her pussy until he had fucked her again, getting one more
massive orgasm before she let him pull out and shoot a diminished load all
over her heavy tits.  Then she took him by the hand and walked him into her
bathroom and the shower stall and they washed each other clean, with a fair
amount of playing.  He was a little surprised when after they had dried
each other off that she towed him to her bed and pushed him onto it.  Then
she crawled up and pulled the covers over them both.  Cuddled together they
fell asleep, neither waking up until the sun was shining through the
blinds.

What followed over the next two weeks was an education any teen age boy,
and quite a few grown men, would have given much for.  His mom wanted to
expose him to a number of situations and teach him as many techniques as
she could.  It didn't hurt that that meant she was treated to all manner of
excitement.

Each night after dinner she would do an hour or so of work in her office
and then disappear into her bedroom.  She would meet Billy in the living
room wearing a different outfit, creating a different mood and coaching him
through the encounter.  One of his very favorites was when she was dressed
in a business suit that had the shortest skirt he ever saw, a tight jacket
that was buttoned below her tits and her blouse unbuttoned to the same
point, showing a lot of cleavage.  When he stood there staring she asked
him,

"Are there any teachers that you think are sexy?"

"Um, one or two."

"Now I'm not suggesting you try and seduce one of your teachers, but
fantasies can play a very big role in keeping things fresh and fun.
Whoever you have a relationship with, be open and share your ideas."

"A relationship?"

"Oh, sweetheart.  I know I can't keep you all to myself.  Why do you think
I want you to learn all these things.  We can find ways to have our fun,
but sooner or later you'll meet someone, believe me.  Now come here and let
me teach you a thing or two," she said, patting the cushion beside her.

"There is one thing I guess I should ask you about."

"What's that, mom?"

"Is your preference for girls?"

Billy blinked and then asked,

"Why would you ask that?"

"I seem to recall that you and your friend Stevie had a few encounters,
maybe more than a few?"

"You, you know about that," he stuttered out.

"Yes, indeed.  You were pretty good at being discreet but not perfect.
So?"

"Well, Stevie and I had a lot of fun, but Mary, and then you have shown me
a whole lot.  I wouldn't trade that for anything."

Her smile was very wide and it would be well after midnight before they got
to sleep.  Billy was so glad it was the beginning of summer vacation.  As
to what his mother said, it was sooner.  Two weeks after they had begun
their incestuous affair things got complicated.  Not bad, but definitely
complicated.

Billy's mom worked for a law firm.  He wasn't exactly sure what her title
was but it was some kind of para legal and investigative work dealing with
law suits and stuff.  Sometimes she worked from home, other times she was
at the firms office or out investigating.  Now that school was out he spent
the day largely in the garage working on his `stuff' as they referred to
it.  Sometimes he was out with his bike and trailer picking up bits and
pieces.

The complication arrived early in the afternoon, about two weeks into
vacation.  He was at his bench going through a recently acquired box.  The
garage door was open and he was quietly going about his business when he
heard a metallic crash and some pretty serious cursing out front.  He
looked out and saw a figure all in black standing over a bicycle laying on
the front lawn with a booted foot raised to come down on the bike.

"Hey, don't do that," he yelled out.

The figure stopped and looked up at him as he moved quickly down the short
driveway to the sidewalk.  He was looking more at the bike then the figure
as he neared and said,

"What the hell, that's a nice bike, why would you want to stomp on it?"

"Because I'm pissed off.  The tire's flat and I'm going to have to walk it
home, and that's five blocks away," said a feminine, if somewhat husky,
voice.

He looked up and saw the black dressed figure was indeed a girl, one that
looked all too familiar and just a bit frightening. She was now standing on
both feet.  She was, as always, the most unusual looking girl he had ever
seen.  No, make that exotic.  She was at least as tall as he was, maybe a
bit more, although he wasn't much more than average.  Her hair was a deep
black, like ravens wings.  Her skin was pale but not like a goth.  It was
more like anyone who had northern European ancestry.  Her eyes were the
most amazing blue he had ever seen, like sapphires, but warm, not like cold
gems.  At the moment they were blazing as she fixed her attention on him,
instead of the offending piece of machinery.

The long hair had been pulled into a pony tail that began near the top of
her head and was held by several bands of different metal until near the
bottom it was wrapped by gold cord for about a foot.  She had black
eyeliner above and below the eyes and a darkish gray eyeshadow that gave
her eyes an angular look.  Her moderately elevated cheekbones were shadowed
by a lighter shade of gray.  Unlike the goth girls in town, her lips
weren't done in black but instead a muted red was used.

Her clothes continued the black theme, a long sleeved top covered by a
leather midriff short sleeved jacket.  Her legs were covered in black
leggings over which she wore a short leather skirt that went to
mid-thigh. For shoes she wore boots that came to within a few inches of her
knees, lacing all the way up the front.  But unlike some, the soles and
heels were relatively thin.  As an added accent the sleeves of her top
continued past her wrists with a loop passing over the middle finger of
each hand.

Her name was Ana, he had known of her since fourth grade when they wound up
in the same school together.  She was the ultimate loner.  She was never
seen in the company of another person.  Anyone who had ever made the
attempt to engage her in a conversation was rebuffed.  The rumors ran
rampant.  A bad home life, involved with cults, someone even told him once
that she once pushed a guy off a bridge for looking at her as they walked
past each other.  That one struck him as farfetched.

As for the girl before him, he took this all in in a moment and somehow
managed to refocus on the front tire, which appeared to be the offending
unit.  Without asking, he picked up the bike, checked the tire and then
began to turn back to the garage.

"Hey," she said.

Looking back he said,

"Do you want to walk home, or do you prefer to ride?"

"Ride, of course," she replied acerbically.

"Fine, then follow me."

He wasn't sure why he was choosing to engage with the girl but he just
couldn't stand to see a good piece of machinery abused like that. He turned
and kept walking until he reached the front of the garage.  He set the bike
down upside down and then reached into the garage and pulled out a folding
chair.  He opened it and set it down in the shade just before the door.  He
turned to find her standing there, regarding him with a squint and folded
arms.

"Have a seat if you'd like, this will take a few minutes."

She seemed to consider this and then she sat down, moving with a supple
grace, and then crossed one leg over the other and refocused her attention
on him.  He picked up a device from his bench that looked like a power
drill but had a hose on the front.  He connected it to the tire valve and
pulled the trigger.  It whirred and the tire began to fill with air.  He
examined the tire and ran his fingers over the surface.

He turned off the pump and disconnected it.  He put his ear closer and then
put his finger over the spot.

"That's got it."

She didn't respond, and it didn't appear he was looking for any.  He did
look at the bike again and then standing straight looked at her.

"I don't see a water bottle.  Would you like some cold water?"

She blinked those amazing eyes a couple of times but her expression didn't
change and she simply nodded.  On the far side of the bench was a small
cooler and he removed a bottle and walked back and offered it to her.

"Thank you."

He was surprised at the response but let it go. She took it, opened it and
took a sip.  The sight of her pursed lips on the bottle sent a bit of shock
up his spine but he didn't let it show.

He quickly unfastened the wheel from the bike and used a small screwdriver
to open the air valve and finish deflating the tire.  Then with quick sure
hands he got one side of the tire off the wheel and then the tube out.  He
felt around inside the tire an then with a bit more work came out with a
piece of a fairly substantial thorn.

"There it is.  Did you come through the wooded lot a couple of blocks
down?"

"Yes, I did."

"A lot of thorn bushes in there, not a good place to ride."

She acknowledge the comment but said nothing. Billy was smart enough not to
push it.

He walked to a shelf in the garage bay and took down a small box.  He
opened it and pulled out a brand new inner tube.  Seeing this, Ana said,

"I don't have any money with me."

"Don't worry.  I've got a bunch of these," he said, flashing her a smile.

He would have been happy to know that smile added to his already handsome
face had given her pause.

"But..." she began.

"Don't worry.  These didn't cost me much of anything."

Looking past him she saw that the garage bay was mostly occupied by a
series of shelving units of various design and construction.  Along the
outside wall was a long work table.  The look she gave him invited
explanation.  He went on to explain his enterprise while he quickly fitted
the new tube.  She had to admit to herself that she was kind of impressed
by how he had put this little business together.  She was looking at him a
bit differently.

He was done with the bike before she was done with the water so when he set
the bike on its wheels he sat down on a stool across from her.  He didn't
say anything and neither did she.  She took a long drink from the bottle
and then recapped it and held it in her lap.  She cocked her head and
regarded him with those brilliant blue eyes.  Then she spoke.

"How long have we known each other?"

"I can't say I know you at all, except maybe your name.  But we've been in
school together since fourth grade," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Point taken.  I know your name as well, Billy," she said shaking her head.
"Billy is a little boy's name.  I prefer William."

"That's fine.  You're okay with Ana?"

"I was until that stupid movie came out and people kept asking me where
Elsa was.  But it's too late to do anything about it.  Anastasia would be
too pretentious."

"Point taken.  Beyond that I can only make a few assumptions.  You're
smart, based on the classes you're in and some of the books I've seen you
reading.  The way you dress suggests an independent attitude, what do they
call it, non-conformist?  Some call you Goth, but I don't see it.  You
don't wear the jewelry, you don't do the death pallor stuff.  Other than
that, I don't have anything."

As she regarded him, her lips curled up in a smirk.

"Not bad.  I find it interesting that you've noticed the books I've read,
the jewelry and make up I don't use.  Pretty observant."

"I'm a teen age boy, Ana.  Observing teen age girls goes with the
territory," he said, smiling again.

It really was a nice smile, she thought.

"So with all that observing, how come you never tried to talk to me.  Even
when we were in the same classes."

"One of my observations was that you didn't like talking to people,
particularly if they were guys and they tried to start the conversation."

"Good observation.  But you I might have talked to," she said

This really surprised him.

"You see, William, while you were observing, you didn't notice you were
being observed in return.  What I know about you is that you are quiet,
hardworking, kind, generous and the son of a single mother who has similar
traits.  You're good with your hands and more than a little handsome.  For
a while I was beginning to think you were going to turn out gay,
particularly where your friend Stevie was concerned."

"We were friends and we had our fun."

"Fun.  We could all use some fun.  It's too bad most of you boys think of
it as some kind of game of conquest.  Like girls are prizes to be won."

Billy nodded and said,

"Based on some of the things I've heard, you aren't wrong.  I've always
been terrible at games.  Can't seem to remember all the moves."

He was surprised when he heard her start to laugh, a low pitched, throaty
sound that sent some interesting signals down his spine.

"I think it was fifth grade.  You were confronting one or two of the boys
in the hallway.  They were teasing, well, bullying that poor girl with the
speech impediment.  You told them to leave her alone and one of them
threatened you and you said something I couldn't hear and they shut up and
very quickly went away.  I've always wondered what it was."

"I told them that if they didn't leave her alone I would tell everyone the
story about how at a Halloween party in second grade, we were watching a
scary movie and how the one guy got so scared he peed his pants."

"Nice," she said with a quick bright smile that didn't last.  "Look, I'm
not some psycho loner.  I guess I just find people a little disappointing."

"You mean you didn't push that guy off the bridge for trying to talk to
you?" he asked, a small smile on his lips.

"No," she laughed a little.  "I kicked him in the shin and stomped his foot
for suggesting I give him a blow job."

She saw him wince, but wondered if it was from sympathetic pain or the
crudity of the remark.

"Some people have no class.  You should have thrown him off the bridge."

That gave her the answer and she liked it.  She looked at him a little
closer and then said,

"I've liked talking to you. You know, I don't live all that far from here.
Maybe I could stop by now and again."

Billy was more than a little surprised to hear this but he didn't let it
throw him.  He said,

"Sure, that would be great.  Now that it's summer, I spend most of my time
in here."

She stood up and so did he, She walked to her bike and in doing so passed
close to him.  Close enough to lean over and kiss him on the cheek.  This
did surprise him.  A lot.  He watched as she mounted the bike and with a
smile she pedaled down the driveway and then onto the sidewalk.  He didn't
move until she was out of sight.  Then he turned and folded the chair and
put it away.  She had left the bottle.  He set it on the back corner of the
work table.

Billy was already inside the house when his mother got home and when she
wrapped him up in a hug she whispered in his ear.

"Sweetie, I've had a longing for you since midday.  Can we postpone dinner
for a while?"

As she was saying this her arms were tightening and her hips were grinding
against his.  Instead of waiting for an answer her lips covered his and she
treated him to a tongue wrestling lip grinding kiss.  After a few moments
she pulled her head back and looked at him eye to eye.

"How could I resist.  Not that I'd want to," Billy said, treating her to
some grinding and fondling of his own.

Besides, what he didn't say was his surprise encounter with Ana had left
him more than a little needy. In a few moments they were in his mom's
bedroom pulling each other's clothes off.

"Nothing fancy this time, baby.  Just get me on my back and get that big
dick inside me.  Fuck me `til I scream."

Billy had to smile at his mother's eagerness, not to mention the site of
her voluptuous body on naked display before him.  His massive cock was
starting to wake up but he wasn't going to wait so he stepped forward, took
hold of his mother's upper arms and pushed her onto the bed, following
along so they were both sprawled on the mattress.  After the events of the
day he was more than ready so he pushed his mother's legs apart and began
an energetic assault on her pussy with his mouth and fingers.

It wasn't long before his mom had her head tilted back and was moaning.
Her hands were clasped to the back of his head and she seemed determined
not to let him ease off.  While his tongue worked her clit he let his
middle finger slide up inside her pussy.  When she spasmed through her
orgasm he felt her pussy tighten on his finger.  When she slumped down he
thought she was ready and he climbed up and put the head of his cock
against her wet lips and began to push.

"Yes, baby, get that thing in me.  Fuck me."

He wasn't sure why but the sound of his mother saying `fuck' reached right
to his balls so he pushed harder and felt her tense as the head began to
move in.  Her hands were gripping his upper arms as she verbally encouraged
him to sink that big dick deeper and deeper.  The vulgarity from the
otherwise sweet and loving mother showed him just how turned on she was and
he was the reason.  He was half way inside her when her legs came up around
his hips and kept pulling until he had his big balls pressed against her
ass.

"Oh, baby, there is nothing that feels like you do.  Please hammer me into
the mattress."

He was only too happy to oblige and his hips began to rise and fall faster
and harder, turning his mother's moans into grunts and her grip on him like
a vice with arms and legs.  Her pussy was warm and gripping him tightly,
although the profuse flow of juices kept him sliding smoothly in and out.
Her tits were pressed firmly into his bare chest and he could feel how hard
her nipples were.  She was mumbling an almost continuous stream of
encouragement laced with a mix of profanity, love and admiration for his
skill and stamina.  Something along the lines of

`you fuck me harder and deeper and longer than anyone ever has or could.'

It was music to his ears.  Erotic, dirty music but still music.  As usual
time had no meaning and he wasn't sure how long they fucked but finally his
balls got tight and with a few more strokes he began to pump a copious load
of cum deep inside her.  She tensed up and then screamed into his neck as
her second orgasm took hold and her grip held him tightly.  Finally, they
both relaxed and after some serious kissing and cuddling they got off the
bed and into the bathroom to clean up.

"Forget the clothes, sweetie.  Let's make some dinner and then we'll spend
the evening playing, how's that sound."

"Fan fucking tastic, mom.  The more I can see you naked, the happier I am."

This got him another big kiss and some naked hip grinds.  He spent the
whole time making and eating dinner with his dick semi rigid and arched out
over his low hanging balls.  It didn't help that his mom kept reach out and
playing with it.  After all the cleaning up was finished they settled onto
the couch cuddled up in each other's arms.  His mom was lightly kissing his
bare shoulders and the sides of his neck while her hands ran over his
smooth chest and stomach.

It didn't take more than a few minutes of this attention to have his cock
fully hard and resting on his stomach.  Now her fingers were lightly
tracing along the underside of his cock and she was nibbling his ear.  His
hand was running up and down her bare leg and when he felt her shift so
that there was some room between her thighs he let his hand move all the
way up so that he could rub the damp lips of her pussy.

"Ooo, baby, that feels so good.  You've learned your lessons so well.  Some
girl is going to be so lucky to have you."

"You think so, mom?" he asked as he applied more pressure to her pussy and
felt the lips part and dampen.

"Oh, yes dear, I do.  Between your newly acquired skills and wonderful
gift, combined with your loving and giving nature, she'll be the happiest
and luckiest girl there is.  Hopefully, she won't mind sharing you with
me," she said, her fingers wrapping around the shaft and starting to
squeeze.

Billy turned his head and he met a pair of warm wet lips coming his way.
His and hers joined and began to grind, tongues playing.  They turned into
each other and continued making out while each masturbated the other, he
fingering her pussy, she stroking and squeezing his massive cock.  After a
while, her thighs clamped tightly on his hand as she squealed out an
orgasm.

He didn't take it as a signal to stop so he kept playing with her clit and
finger fucking between the lips.  He even used his well lubed finger to
tickle her asshole and even push it in a bit.  Surprisingly, her reaction
was to scoot her ass forward on the couch cushion and bring her legs up,
one over his and the other up on the cushion, fully exposing her asshole to
him.  Taking the hint he pressed harder and more of his finger passed into
her ass and her moans into his mouth got louder.

Deciding to take a chance he pulled his mouth off of hers and quickly
dropped to his knees between her legs.  With hands on her thighs he held
her legs up and open and pressed his mouth against her pussy lips, letting
his tongue press into her wet hole and then he began to probe her asshole
with his lubed tongue.  She responded by grabbing his head and holding it
tightly in place, a sign she wanted him to continue.

So he did, with vigor and enthusiasm.  He loved how her ass bounced and
squirmed as his tongue pushed past the tight ring and her moans turned to
squeals when his nose came in contact with her pussy lips.  His rock hard
cock was sticking up, the head covered with drooling precum.  He kept going
until she screamed and bounced her ass all over the cushion, Before she
could change position he rose up on his knees and with cock in hand he put
the head to the base of her lips and began pushing in.

She was so well lubed that the head nearly popped in and as she sucked in
her breath he kept pushing and pulling, fucking her with a steady rhythm,
but each stroke deeper than the last.  Her feet were now on his shoulders
and she was looking at him through half lidded eyes.  Her mouth was partly
open.  He wrapped his arms around her thighs and rammed his cock in the
last few inches.  Then his hips were pumping like an engine causing her to
shake and quiver with each downstroke.

Her hands were now clutching at her tits, squeezing and kneading, pulling
at her fat, hard nipples.  And once again she was mumbling her obscenity
laced professions of her love for her son, her desire for his body and her
lust for his cock deep inside her.  She squealed out another orgasm and he
responded by firing stream after stream of thick cum deep inside her to mix
with the copious amount of juice she was producing.  It flowed out past his
cock and dripped onto the couch.

As their orgasms subsided he slumped forward and her legs slid down his
back to wrap around resting her heels on his ass.  Her arms hugged him to
her, so she could begin to kiss his neck and face again.  After she was
done, she said,

"Oh, my god, that was fabulous.  So you've discovered my little secret.  My
dirty little secret."

"I'm glad.  I want to give you all the pleasure I can."

"You'll do anything for me, baby?" she said, her voice low and husky.

"Anything.  As long as it doesn't cause you pain or injury."

"I agree, I don't want that either.  But there are things that we will do
together.  Wonderful, passionate things, my young lover.  But for now we
need some rest.  Get up here and get comfy with me."

So he climbed up on the couch and they both stretched out and wrapped each
other up in each other's arms and drifted off to sleep.  Perhaps it was his
fatigue or maybe the combination of the encounter with Ana and the great
sex with his mom that his dreams were clear, focused and highly erotic.  He
began by revisiting his experiences with Stevie, in particular the day they
spent in the other boy's bedroom, his parents were both at work and them
young, unsupervised and horny as hell.

They had begun with experiments in mutual masturbation using various
materials as lubricants and more of Stevie's stash of homoerotic anime and
cartoon books.  To this day, Billy never did find out how the kid had come
to possess them.  He didn't think the cousin explanation held up, After
very messy cumshots they had cleaned up in the shower stall, getting sudsy
and very turned on again.  That's where they experimented with various
ideas including some `sword' play.

Later they wound on the bedroom floor, each with a cock in their mouth,
hands full of bare ass cheeks, enjoying the discovery of mutual oral.
Billy had gotten his first mouthful of cum and it wasn't bad at all.  And
he had almost drowned Stevie who tried to take all that big cock had to
offer.  By the time Billy had left for home, they were two very tired, very
satisfied thirteen year olds.  And they were bound and determined to have
as much fun as circumstances would allow.

Then his dream shifted and a pair of brilliant blue eyes were looking at
him from some shadow while his mother was enthusiastically sucking his
cock.  The shadow took a shape that was highly erotic even without plainly
visible details, particularly knowing who the eyes belonged to.  Did it
mean something, especially after what his mother said about sharing?  He
didn't have the chance to pursue this line of thought.  Something was
tugging at his awareness and he slowly came awake with the fantastic
sensation of a pair of moist warm lips sliding up and down his cock.

He bought his hand to rest on her bare back and she gave his cock a squeeze
but continued her expert sucking.  He just laid back and enjoyed it.  She
was cupping and fondling his big balls when he arched his back and with a
series of grunts he started shooting a lesser load of cum, some in her
mouth, some on her face and his stomach.  After some messy kissing and
licking on his chest, they both struggled to get up and head for the shower
to clean up, dry off and then crawl into the big bed and drop into a deep
sleep.  When he woke up the next morning, his mom was already dressed and
getting ready to head out for at least the whole morning.  She gave him a
warm kiss and left him to get himself up, dressed and fed.  Even so, by ten
he was down in the garage doing some work.  Around half past, a figure in
black road up the driveway on a bicycle.  He couldn't help but smile at the
sight.

"Hey, you," she called out as she came to a stop.

Billy was surprised to see the girl back again so soon, but happy
nonetheless.

"And hello to you, Ms. Ana."

"My, so formal, William."

"Just trying to play it cool," he said with a little grin.

She got off the bike and walked toward him, stopping a couple of steps
away.  Once again he focused on how the girl appeared.  The hair was in the
same pony tail.  As was the makeup.  In fact the only things he noticed
being different was the jacket, although in a different style, and the
skirt, which was half the length of the other, only making it a quarter of
the way to her knees. Her arms and legs were covered and the same boots
where there.  Despite the familiarity, the sight was still breathtaking.
In all the years since fourth grade, he had never seen her in anything but
black.  There was a dress code but the only restriction on color was that
it be `muted'.  Black certainly fit the bill.

"Cool, in this weather? Anyway, I thought maybe you'd like to go for a ride
with me.  If you aren't too busy."

What he said was,

"Nothing I can't put off until later.  Not like I punch a time clock."

What he thought was,

"I will never be so busy that I won't drop it instantly to be with you,
doing anything."

He looked at her bike and said,

"I see you don't have a bottle holder.  I'll take a bottle that's big
enough for us both."

"I suppose I'll have to do something about that," she said, her stance
shifting to that one knee bent, hip shifted out posture.

He walked to the back of the garage and returned with a large container and
two bottles of water from his little cooler.  In quick order the bike
bottle was filled and secured in the holder on his bike.  Then they were
off down the driveway as the door closed.

"Where to?" he asked.

"I suppose somewhere quiet, with some shade perhaps?" she asked.

He nodded and then said,

"I can agree with that.  Maybe grab something to eat?"

"Not a bad idea.  And I'll buy.  I still owe you for the parts and labor
from yesterday.  And don't argue."

He was about to do just that but he took the safer course and said,

"If you say so, although I can't figure out where you've got any money
stashed.  I mean I don't see any pockets."

"You mean you've been looking?"

At that he went red in the face, and quiet.  She just chuckled and they
rode on in silence for a while.  They rode along some shaded roads in the
adjacent neighborhoods and then out into some open park paths and wooded
trails.  After an hour and a half or so they stopped near a stream for a
water break.  Ana was looking at Billy, or William, for any signs.  She
thought maybe she had misjudged and pushed too far.

"Um, William, if I said something that embarrassed you, I'm sorry.  I was
just teasing."

"It's okay.  I should have thought twice before I said something. But to
answer your question, yes, I have.  In fact, I always have," and he
shrugged, smiling sheepishly.

She knew exactly what he meant.  She had been thinking about him almost
constantly since she left him yesterday.  She had that squint again and she
was looking at his handsome face, looking a bit anxious and she reached a
decision.  She leaned her bike against a tree and stepped up to him, took
hold of his upper arms and pressed her lips against his.  It wasn't a peck
but a pressing closed lip kiss.

His recent experience came to the fore and he returned the kiss and offered
a bit of an opening.  She responded and quickly they were sharing an open
mouthed kiss and he had his hands on her hips as her grip on his arms
tightened.  After a few minutes they pulled back so they could focus on
each other's eyes.

"Wow," he said first.

"Hey, that's my line," she replied, then breaking into a big smile.  "That
was really special."

"I'm glad you thought so."

"Although it does make me think it might have been a fluke.  I think I need
more evidence," and with that her arms slid up and over his shoulders and
her mouth was back on his.

He slid his arms around the small of her back and pulled her up tightly
against him, which she didn't seem to mind at all.  This kiss lasted longer
and had a lot more extra movement with heads, hands and hips. When they
separated this time her head wound up on his shoulder and her grip stayed
tight.  He was in no hurry to let go of her.  She felt amazing in his arms.

This was a completely different situation than from his mom.  This girl was
his own age and despite the years in the same schools, was mostly an unknow
commodity and she fascinated him.  There was so much to learn, and do, and
not just the physical.  After a time she lifted her head up and looked at
him and he was sure her eyes were misting heavily.

"What?" he asked softly.

She gave a bit of a sniff, which he thought was incredibly cute and then
said,

"I took a risk with you yesterday.  Didn't you think it was strange that I
just let you take my bike and start fixing it.  Once I'd calmed down, I
took the flat as an omen.  I'll try and explain it to you sometime shortly
when I'm not so wound up.  Right now just know you've made me very happy,"
and with that her mouth was on his and the kiss was a little less energetic
but full of warmth and went on for a good long time.

While he was enjoying the exchange of tongues, he was more than a bit
confused at the way she was acting.  It flew in the face of everything he
knew about her, which of course wasn't very much.  After a few moments they
began to wind down and with a few brief kisses they let each other go. They
walked their bikes along the stream trail without saying much.  They were
stealing looks at each other as they walked, and when eyes met they smiled.
Finally, Billy asked,

"Ready for town?"

"Yes, I think so.  It's nearing time for lunch."

So they mounted their bikes and they took the shortest route to the `main
drag' of town where most of the shops were.

"Mom's place is two blocks down.  Um, I should tell you that we won't be
going in," she said.

He remembered hearing that her mother had opened a shop a few years ago
that sold oils and herbs, incense and amulets and the like.  He wondered if
that had anything to do with the `unique' personality and look of the
daughter.

"Why not?  She won't like you being with me?" he asked.

"It's not that.  I don't know if she'd even notice.  She's just a little
funny about things.  She considers the store her place.  She doesn't what
me or dad invading her space."

"You're kidding?"

"I wish I was.  She's the same way with parts of the house.  I'd rather not
go into it more.  We'll just be riding by," she said, an odd note to her
voice.

Billy just nodded.  As they pedaled down the sidewalk she was slightly
ahead and he couldn't help but notice the way her ass was flexing as they
went.  She slowed as they approached the store front of a shop called,
simply, Morgana's.  It was a small place, the single door took up about a
quarter of the frontage.  Behind the single plate glass window was a
display of small bottles, jars and boxes.  On a piece of tree branch
attached to a base were several pieces of jewelry.  At the next
intersection they pulled up and he asked,

"Your mom's name is Morgana?"

"Hardly," Ana said, rolling her eyes.  "Her name is Sheila.  She got that
one out of a book.  Some old witch or some such.  Let's go eat, shall we?"

The tone of her voice indicated the question mark was meaningless.

"What are you in the mood for?"

"Right now I'd kill for a bacon cheeseburger."

"I know just the place.  Follow me?" he replied

In less than ten minutes they had pulled up in front of a small diner where
they secured their bikes and headed in.  Perhaps half the tables were
occupied and a middle aged waitress gestured for them to take a seat
anywhere.  As you could imagine, Ana drew a number of looks, some rather
admiring, but mostly quizzical.  They selected a table near the back and
settled in.  A younger waitress placed glasses of water on the table and
asked,

"Do you know what you'd like or do you want to see a menu?"

Her eyes flicked to Ana but them seemed to fix on Billy.  He looked at Ana
to suggest she go first.

"Bacon cheeseburger platter, please.  Medium well."

"I'll have a grilled cheese with bacon, please and some chili fries."

With a nod the waitress headed to the counter to place the order.  Ana
reached across and took hold of his hand.

"I'm sorry if I sounded a little sharp back there at the store.  It's a bit
of a sore point with me.  The truth is I don't connect very well with
people, especially my own age and I don't even have anything at home to
fall back on."

What he thought was `Really, I never would have guessed,' but didn't say it
because it would have been to cruelly sarcastic.  What he said, after a bit
of a shrug was,

"We seemed to hit it off pretty well, once we got started talking," he
said.

"I know and it surprised the hell out of me.  And you surprised me.  I
realize I don't look all that normal and there's all my other baggage but
it didn't seem to faze you.  You were so polite and helpful and generous,"
she said, squeezing his hand all the harder.  "You made me think I
shouldn't have waited so long."

He was surprised to see that her eyes, those incredible blue eyes, were
starting to mist up.

"Waited for what?"

"To take the chance and talk to you.  I thought about it back then in fifth
grade after you stood up for that girl but I was too afraid.  You know,
people think that I dress like this to get attention.  Actually, this
outfit makes for a pretty good shield."

"What about your parents?"

She shook her head.

"Mom is all tied up in the shop and Dad is a freelance tech writer.  When
he isn't writing, he's off visiting some client.  When he is home with free
time, he's in the garage messing with his motorcycles."

She stopped talking and took a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling.
With a swallow and shaky smile she said,

"I wonder sometimes why they bothered to have me, for all the notice they
take."

Billy looked back at her, feeling a little at a loss, and then he had a
rather brilliant idea, so pursing his lips a bit and then said,

"Maybe you weren't intended for their notice."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, a few weeks ago I was talking to my mom and the topic of girls came
up and how she couldn't understand how no girls were interested in me.
Maybe you and I weren't supposed to be noticed until we could notice each
other."

Her brittle smile got a bit bigger and a bit less brittle and she didn't
seem interested in letting go of his hand.  After she took a couple of
breaths she said,

"If you keep saying things like that you won't ever be able to get rid of
me."

"Really?  Well, in that case I better start thinking of more things like
that to say."

Her grip was almost crushing for a moment and then as if she realized she
was hurting him she let go and would have withdrawn her hand but was
stopped when he quickly hooked her fingers with his.

"That's quite a grip you have."

This quip broke the tension and she laughed and sniffed at the same time.
Any comment she might have made was cut off by the return of the waitress
with their food.  For the next half hour or so they ate and chatted, as if
silently agreeing to leave any further discussion until later.  Billy had
to will himself on several occasions to continue eating.  Having those
fabulous blue eyes just across the table from him was more than a little
distracting.

He probably would have been more than a little gratified to know that she
was finding his soft brown eyes equally entrancing.  And seemingly for the
first time, someone was genuinely interested in her and not just as a
curiosity.  She cautiously moved her foot forward to find his and give it a
little nudge.  She was pleased when she saw his eyebrows raise up and then
thrilled when she felt his sneaker rub against her boot covered ankle.

Once they had finished eating, he made no objection when she took the check
that was placed on the table.  He was more than happy to follow her to the
cashier, once more marveling at the move and play of her ass under that
small skirt.  When they got outside to their bikes he was more than a
little surprised when a pair of strong hands grabbed his arms, pushed him
back against the wall between the diner and the shop next door.  Those
intense blue eyes were inches from him and he heard a low throaty voice
say,

"I'm taking it on faith that you actually meant what you said in there."

"I meant every word of it.  And the words I didn't say."

This last bit must have confused her as her eye brows pulled down and in
that moment he hooked a hand around the small of her back, pulled her in
tightly and started kissing her.  If this surprised her, she didn't show it
and joined in enthusiastically.  The sound of a horn startled them into
separating and, not knowing if it was meant for them, they sheepishly got
on their bikes and began pedaling for home, Billy's specifically.  Whether
they noticed it or not, they were proceeding with more haste then when they
had started out earlier that morning.  Once their bikes were parked in his
driveway, he tapped out the code to raise the garage door.  His mother's
car was parked in her side of the garage and Ana let out a small sound of
dismay.

"She'll be in her office for hours," was all he said and then she had him
by the hand and was pulling him back toward the back of his `sanctuary' and
the large old couch that he had against the back wall.

Then her arms were around his shoulders and her lips were on his.  He took
hold of her hips in his hands and pulled her up tightly, their hips
grinding as their tongues wrestled.  Without any verbal communication they
settled down onto the couch together and spent the next hour or so
exchanging deep French kisses, body contact and groping.  Eventually the
heat of the afternoon intruded on the heat of their passion and forced them
apart.  But only just a bit.

They sat leaning back against the couch back, breathing heavily, with just
the barest space between them, hand in hand.  After a few moments Ana
turned her head toward Billy and said,

"I never would have imagined that things could turn around so quickly."

"For better or for worse?"

Her look was scornful.

"For better, you goof, and you know it."

"I know, but I couldn't resist.  I hope you'll keep thinking that."

She grabbed his shirt and pulled him into another kiss and then let him go.

"What do you think?"

Billy just smiled.  She stood up and made a show of straightening herself
up.

"I'm going to have to go now.  Dad's going to need some dinner."

"Okay, will you be coming over tomorrow?"

"Unless there's a flood or earthquake," she replied.

"We don't get either of those here."

"There's your answer," she said with a wink.

With those exotic eyes it was a very sexy gesture.  Then she offered an air
kiss and started walking to the front of the garage.  He got up to follow,
partly to be polite, mostly to be able to see those ass cheeks move.  When
she had left he managed to get his pants straightened out and he went
inside.  He stopped by the door of his mother's home office to let her know
he was home.

"Hello, sweetheart.  How has your day been?"

"It's been good, mom.  Yours?"

"Passable.  But it's certainly looking to improve," she said, cocking an
eyebrow and looking pointedly at his midsection.

He was aware that a significant bulge had to be showing as Ana had him
really wound up.  His mother rose from behind the desk, giving him a look
at the plain but tightly fitted skirt and tailored white blouse.  All very
proper and still sexy as hell, especially since she had the top few buttons
undone, which he was sure she did after getting home.  She sauntered up to
her son and let one hand slide up over his shoulder while the other took
hold of the bulge and began to squeeze.

"We'll talk about why you're in this state later.  Right now," she finished
by bringing her lips to his and began a grinding kiss while stroking his
hardening cock through the material.

His hands went to her hips, pulling her tighter, then reaching around to
grab her firm ass cheeks.  Apparently mom was pretty turned on because it
was after only a few moments that she began working to get his clothes off.
He took the hint and began working on the zipper for her skirt.  Her
training regime now had him familiar with just about any garment a woman
might wear.  He shimmied the skirt down past her well rounded hips and ass
to then drop to the floor.  By feel he could tell she was wearing a garter
belt, stockings and a thong, so next he went to work on her remaining
blouse buttons.

She in turn had his shirt off over his head and was using nimble fingers to
make quick work of his belt buckle, pants button and zipper.  A bit of
tugging had his shorts down around his ankles and her hand on the bulge in
his boxers.  Her lips slid from his to wind up at his ear and she murmured,

"Oh, baby boy, you are already so big and hard.  What a way to end a work
day."

By now she was down to her bra and panties, plus the gartered stockings and
he was in just his boxers.  As she slid down his shorts, he reached with a
practiced hand to pop the clasp on her straining bra.  With a shrug she let
it slide off her arms and then he was wrapped in a hug that had him feeling
her hard nipples on his chest and her satin covered pussy rubbing on his
swollen shaft.  Then she was sliding those tits down his chest and stomach
so that his cock was rubbing in the cleavage.  Looking up at him, she said,

"It's like I'm the boss and you're the handsome young intern.  Let's see
what sort of executive potential you have."

With that she hefted his massive cock and began to lick the upper shaft and
head.  He looked down at her, marveling at how this woman he had known all
his life as his strait laced mother had transformed into such a sexy
creature.  Then he thought, maybe she was always the sexy creature and had
suppressed it for his sake.  Either way, with how wound up his making out
with Ana had him, he was going to give his mom a thorough fucking.

After he felt she had lavished enough attention on his cock, he took hold
of her upper arms and raised her up, kissed her deep and then backed her up
against the edge of her desk and began nursing on her fat nipples.  After a
bit, her hands were on the back of his head and she pulled him so his face
was buried in her cleavage.

"Hmmm, you are a very talented young man.  I think you'll go very far
around here.  And before you leave my office, we'll be going all the way."

He couldn't help but grin at her word play.  Then she was pushing his head
lower and he knew just what she wanted.  He knelt in front of her and
spread her legs out as she shifted a bit to get a better seat on the desk
edge.  Then he had his hands on her hips, hooking her panties with his
thumbs and tugging them down past her hips.  With a little work they were
down and her bare, glistening pussy lips were calling to him.

He pushed her thighs wider apart and dove in to begin a vigorous assault on
her pussy.  It wasn't long before she was leaning back on her hands, her
head thrown back and her feet, complete with high heeled pumps, resting on
his back and he attempted to devour his mother.  She in turn was groaning
and bouncing her ass on the desk.  He ate her to two gut wrenching orgasms,
all the while his unattended cock remained hard and dripping.

Deeming the time right, he withdrew his dripping face from between her legs
and stood up, keeping her legs in hand, forcing her to lay back on the
desk, thankfully free of any major clutter.  With her ankles on his
shoulders and her big tits being mauled by her own hands, he took his cock
in hand and brought the head to her pussy and began to push in.  With all
of the prep work he had done there wasn't much resistance and the head was
soon gone from sight and the shaft was following along behind.

"Oh, baby, yes, yes, yes, pound my pussy with that amazing dick."

So he did.  His hips hammered away, driving the shaft in and out, from
balls deep to just the head remaining in and then all the way down again.
Thankfully, the desk was an old, well-made piece of furniture that seemed
equal to the task, although it did squeak a little.  From his vantage point
he could look down and see his mother's beautiful face, her half lidded
eyes looking back at him, her mouth partially open, her breath coming out
in grunts as he down thrust.

When her back arched in another massive orgasm, he lost control and he
exploded deep inside her, pumping a massive load of pent up cum, filling
her to the point of leaking past his fat cock.  They were both breathing
like bellows but it was his mother that recovered first and held out her
hands to him.  He took hold and then she was pulling herself up, letting
her legs slide off his shoulders.  And just as quickly, she had him in a
bone crushing hug, her head besides his, her chin digging into his
shoulder.

"Oh, my god, baby, what a fucking you just gave me.  Your friend must have
had you quite aroused."

"Um, you know about her already?"

"You didn't see me, but I saw the two of you on your bikes in town.
Tallish, slender, all in black with long black hair in a pony tail?  Very
striking.  Isn't she the Sulzberger girl?  Anastasia or something."

"Yes, actually.  She had a flat tire in front of the house and I helped
her."

"Well, I won't stick my nose into it too much just yet.  If she sends you
home this randy I'm in for a great summer.  Just remember the things I've
been telling you.  Treat her well and be careful.  And if you have any
questions, just ask."

He gave her a tight hug and thanked her.

"No, I think I'll be the one being thankful.  Just talking about her has
you up and ready again."

He thought the fact that his naked, voluptuous mother's body was pressed up
against him had something to do with his still hard cock.  She laid another
lingering tongue kiss on his lips and then gave him a little push
backwards.

"Let's try something a bit different."

With that she turned around, leaned on the desk and pushed her full,
rounded ass back at him.  He was down on his knees and working her pussy in
a flash and then transferred his attention to her ass hole, which had her
squirming and moaning.  Then he was upright and his cock was right up her
pussy quickly.  He grabbed her ass cheeks and as he kneaded the cheeks her
tight sphincter popped in and out of view.  On a notion, he let his thumb
rub on the pink ring and this got an instant and positive reaction.

So he let some saliva dribble from his mouth to land on it and he rubbed it
in with his thumb.  By now his mom was cooing and then she was looking at
him over her shoulder with blazing eyes.

"Dammit, baby, stop teasing me.  Get your thumb out of the way and put that
huge dick to work."

He was a little surprised but very turned on so he spit some more and then
withdrew his dick from her flooded pussy and placed the shining head to her
asshole and with both hand and hips, he began to press forward.  His mother
began to groan but her hips wiggled and then pushed back to offer some
assistance.  After a moment the head began to push past and her moans took
on a whole new sound.  Little by little, based on newly won experience and
some past memories, he worked about half the length of his dick into her
ass before he pulled back and began a slow stimulating fuck.

The sounds coming from the other side of the desk were a combination of
warbling moans and gurgling words begging for more and demanding he not
stop.  It took some work, or perhaps play, but he finally had the entire
length up his mother's ass and she was delirious with the sensations .  He
kept adding saliva as the shaft was exposed and he kept pounding his cock
in, her ass cheeks shaking each time his hips made contact.

Looking forward he could see that his mother was flattened on the desk top,
her head turned so one cheeks was pressed to the blotter, allowing him to
see her eye tightly closed, both hands gripping the far edge.  His grip on
her hips tightened and he continued to pound away until his balls pulled up
and with a shout he let loose with another massive load fired deep inside
her guts.

He was slowly coming down when his mother shuddered through another orgasm,
clamping down hard on his spent cock.  When she too relaxed he slumped
forward to lay on her back, his lips pressed against the back of her neck.
He felt her ass gently move against him, caressing his still embedded cock.

"Oh, my beautiful baby boy.  So much energy, so much passion, so much
cock."

Billy kissed her shoulders a few time, then began to work his way down her
spine as he slowly withdrew from her plundered asshole. By the time his
lips were down to the top of the crease of her ass his cock was hanging
limp and dripping onto the floor.  Then he heard his mother mumble,

"Help me up, you nasty boy you.  You beautiful, sexy, nasty boy."

So he stood up, stepped to the side and with gentle hands helped his mother
stand upright and then turned her to face him where they shared an
impassioned hug complete with deep tongue kissing.  When they broke the
kiss she looked at him and said,

"Help me up to my room.  I need to soak for a while in a warm bath.  You
take a shower and then we'll meet in the kitchen to put something together
for dinner.  And throw something on, not much, but something," she said
with a grin.

Helping her walk on unsteady legs he got her to her master bathroom and
left her preparing a warm bath to help soothe her ravaged pussy and ass.
He took a long hot shower, a little amazed at just how intensely he had
fucked his mother.  Did Ana have that much of an influence on him already?

Later in the kitchen, he in a pair of old sports shorts, she in an overlong
vee neck tee shirt, they sat across from one another.

"So, what would you like to tell me about this friend of yours?" she asked.

"Well, you know her, don't you?"

"I know of her, dear.  I've heard her referred to as the shadow girl, or
the silhouette. I know nothing of the father and only that her mother has
that shop, Morgana's.  What is the girl like, dear?" she prodded him

"Well, mostly, she's a loner and alone.  You should have heard her talking
yesterday.  It would have broken your heart.  She said she took the flat as
an omen and after talking to me for a while decided she was going to take
chance on me."

"She couldn't have made a better choice.  She sounds very fragile, please
be careful with her, dear.  And by all means, don't try to take advantage
of her, but no, I don't need to say that to you.  You wouldn't would you."

"No, nothing like that.  She's actually pretty strong, she could probably
take me.  We just did some kissing."

"A good start after just a day, my dear," she said with a grin.

"Yeah, it was kinda surprising.  I just hope she doesn't change her mind."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, she hasn't been very happy and maybe she was just reacting to me
being nice to her.  If she has time to think about it..." he shrugged.

"My guess is if she has time to think, she's going to realize how
incredibly special you are and she'll kidnap you and I'll never see you
again," she said with a fake pout.

"Mom."

"And you are incredibly special, from head to toe, front to back, inside
and out.  Now, let's go snuggle on the couch and then we'll go to bed early
and I'll treat my special boy to the most loving and sensuous blowjob.
I've had more than enough for today, and I mean that in the best way
possible."

So they did.  They were cuddled up in various positions, trading hugs,
fondling and kisses.  Later that night, in her big bed, she did indeed
treat him to a long deep thorough blow job that had him arching off the
bed, firing streams of cum into her mouth.  What he didn't expect was in
the early morning hours he woke up to find her sliding his oiled up cock
between her big tits, her thumbs playing with her nipples.  He didn't
acknowledge her efforts, he simply let her go until he pumped another load
into the air and all over her chest.

When he woke up the next morning, his mom was already up and out.  He
managed to drag himself out of bed and down to the kitchen to make a quick
breakfast.  He got out to the garage, got the door open and then wound up
quickly on the couch and back to sleep again.  Something jostled him and
when his eyes opened he found him staring up into a vision.

"Well, hello there, Prince Charming.  Wait, is he the one that woke
Sleeping Beauty?  Oh, well, it doesn't matter.  Rough night?"

Ana was looking down at him from only a few inches away.  It was certainly
her but the look was a bit different.  The eyeliner was the same but the
eye shadow was a lighter color and the color below her cheekbones was even
lighter still.  Her lipstick was a pinkish color.  What wasn't different
was the incredible blue of her eyes.  He was so happy that couldn't change.

"Um, yeah, guess we need to do more bike riding to get me in shape.  And I
kept waking up."

She leaned down and gave him a light kiss on the lips and then sat up.

"Should I leave you alone and let you get some more sleep?"

"Hell no.  How could I get any sleep if I was doing all that crying?" he
asked.

She started laughing and leaned down to give him a hug.  Something felt
different to him so he struggled to get himself sitting upright and what he
saw was even more surprising.  For one thing he was seeing a lot more skin.
He legs were bare from the knee down.  Her entire midriff was exposed and
she wore short sleeves.  In addition her top was a vee neck that actually
showed some cleavage.  The clothes were still black but it didn't seem so
ominous looking.  She noticed his examination so she stood up and held her
arms out.

"Was the heat getting to you?" he asked.

"A little but mostly it's because I'm feeling better about things.  A lot
better about a few particular things.  I tend to dress my mood.  What do
you think?"

"I think you'd look good dressed in an old canvass bag, but at the moment
you look friggin' amazing.  I don't think the word hot covers it."

She smiled and sat down on the couch and pulled him into a tight hug.  With
her lips at his ear she said,

"Thanks, I wasn't sure how you'd like it."

"Are you kidding?  Ana, don't you understand how incredible you look.  I
mean really?"

"I guess," she said, the uncertainty evident in her voice.  "It's hard, you
know."

She took hold of his hand in both of hers.

"I've always looked different, the eyes, the cheekbones.  And my moodiness
didn't help.  I guess I never got the idea that different could be a good
thing.  I just concentrated on the different."

At this point Billy came to the realization that he had made a mistake
about this girl.  He had always taken her solitude and aloofness as a sign
of self-confidence.  He had been wrong.

"Will you believe me if I tell you something?" he asked

"Of course."

"You're being different makes you better looking than any girl I've ever
seen.  You should be on the cover of magazines.  My biggest worry is that
if some of the other guys around here really take a good look at you I'm
going to get trampled in the stampede in your direction."

She blinked a couple of times and then looked at him closely.

"You aren't kidding, are you?" she asked.

"Not in the least."

"Wow, I don't know what to say."

Billy smiled and leaned forward enough to get his arms around her and give
her a squeeze, while caressing her neck with his lips.

"You don't need to say anything at all, love of my life.  Just hold on."

She pulled her head back and looked at him.

"What did you just say?  What did you call me?"

"Um, I said love of my life.  Shouldn't I?"

"Did you mean it?" she asked.

"Well, yeah, I guess, I mean, over the years there's been plenty of times
when I wondered about what it would be like to get to know you, the real
you.  Then there's been the last couple of days and things just sort of
fell into place.  So I guess so, or at least as much as someone my age can
feel it."

Her arms tightened up and she said,

"I don't care what you call it.  It sounds wonderful.  Say it any time you
want.  And I'll say that I love you too, perhaps I have for longer than
just a few days."

This led to some serious kissing and he was amazed at how the bare skin of
her back felt under his hand.  He had been naked with his friend Stevie any
number of times and his mother quite often of late, but for some reason
this girl had him feeling things that he never had before.  And pretty soon
she was going to feel something she hadn't before.  When they separated,
she leaned back and her hand came to rest on his thigh.  What she felt
caused her eyes to go wide and her whole body to freeze.  Billy just sat
there.  She locked eyes with him and he gave her just a bit of smile in
return.

"Something wrong, blue eyes?"

"Um, it's just, I mean.....is that what I think it is?" she finally got
out.

"I dunno.  What do you think it is?"

"Is it your, you know, thing?" she asked, her cheeks showing red through
the makeup.

"Yes, it is, and by the way, your hand on it feels terrific."

She slowly turned her head to look down at where her hand was resting, her
long slender fingers curved slightly around the prominent bulge.  Her look
was at once fascinated and just a little scared.  Billy leaned sideways
into the couch back and just watched.  She let her hand relax and she moved
it along the length a bit.  Then her gaze came back up to meet his.  His
raised eyebrows invited any question.

"My goodness," she managed in a whisper.  "How....I mean, how big..."

He held up both hands, index fingers extended and held them about a foot
apart.

"Oh, my."

"I guess so.  Think of it this way.  Your whole body is amazing.  Just one
part of mine is."

She covered her mouth with her hand and gave a giggle.  Then her expression
got serious and she said,

"You know, last night I was thinking about you, us.  And I thought that it
might not be too long before we took things, well, further.  But I'm not
sure..."

He placed his hand on her leg and gave it a squeeze.

"Don't worry, we won't be doing anything before you're ready.  I'm not
going to do anything to screw this up.  When you're ready, I'll be ready."

With a shaky little smile she leaned forward to place a long lingering kiss
on his lips.  When she sat back she said,

"There is no question about it.  It is love," and she finished with a lunge
that swarmed Billy under and had her lips on his and his hands on her bare
lower back again.

When she slid her lips off his she whispered in his ear.

"You're pretty turned on right now, aren't you?"

"I sure am."

"Well, so am I.  What are we going to do about it?"

"I know what I usually do if it happens."

"Oh, you mean...?

"Yup.  Not as much fun as the real thing, but very reliable," he said with
a smile.

"I know what mean," she said, going a bit red, "but I've never done the
real thing as you put it.  Have you?" she asked.

"Well, you know about my friend Stevie.  We did a lot of interesting things
and had loads of fun.  But as far as a girl is concerned, I did have a few,
well, encounters."

"Old girlfriend?  I don't recall seeing you with anyone around school."

"Would you believe me if I said she was from Canada?"

She let out a snorted laugh and gave him a light backhanded slap.  The
raised eyebrows pressed the question.

"Actually, it was my cousin," he said, and after a deep breath he plunged
on, explaining about the year she had spent at the house, the change of
attitude and the handful of encounters during the last week.

When he had finished he looked at her for any signs.

"Well, I'm not sure if I should be jealous that she got to you before I
could. It seems I did take too long to come to my senses.  On the other
hand, considering the circumstances," as she said this she squeezed his
leg, "it might be better that you have had some experience."

It didn't appear that she was conscious of the fact that she had started to
rub the still prominent bulge along his leg.  Billy was conscious of it and
he was also aware that two very prominent bumps were now protruding from
her blouse.  Her chest was also moving to the rhythm of her deep breathing.
The sight added to his arousal.

"Um, Ana, you keep that up and you're going to get a very big, messy
surprise."

"Really?  How big, how messy?" she asked, her blue eyes sparkling somehow.

"Do you really want to find out?"  he asked.

She nodded, her cheeks still red through the makeup.  He gestured for her
to move so she stood and he followed, his cock straining against his pants
leg.  He took hold of her hand and led her into the empty house.  Then it
was to his bathroom on the second floor.

"Do you trust me not to do anything that you aren't ready for?" he asked.

She nodded again, her teeth nibbling at her lower lip.  He proceeded to
undo his belt buckle and then the button and zipper of his shorts.

"Would you like to help?"

With another nod and her exotic eyes wide she reached out with those long
fingered hands and grabbed his pants and gave a tug, then another and they
were down at his ankles.  She seemed a bit reluctant to go the next step so
with a small smile he took hold of her hands and brought them to the waist
band of his boxers.  Once contact had been made she reacted, her fingers
clutching the fabric and her arms beginning to tug.  Once, twice, and on
the third they were far enough to let drop.  Which she did,

"Oh, my god," she said, her eyes fixed on the massive shaft and dark red
head that was now pointed in her direction.

Her chest was heaving again and her mouth was open slightly.  He took hold
of the shaft in one hand and began to stroke it.  He hadn't done more than
half a dozen when she reached out, knocked his hand aside, gently, and let
the fingers of one hand wrap around the shaft about midway along.  First it
was rhythmic squeezing, then slow steady strokes.  It didn't take long
before significant amounts of precum began to flow from the head.  He took
a finger and scooped up a dollop and put it just in front of her hand on
the shaft.

Taking the hint, she moved her hand to cover the blob and then felt the
slippery sensation as she stroked.  She put her other hand to work
capturing more of the precum and adding it to his cock.  His eyes were
closing and his hips were moving in time to her stroking.  He was a bit
startled then when he heard a soft voice,

"Sweetheart, turn around."

"What?"

"Just turn around, please."

So he did and found he was staring at himself in the vanity mirror.  His
hard cock was standing proud, held by Ana from behind, her chin resting on
his shoulder, he blazing blue eyes regarding him intently in the mirror.
The stroking continued, and she added her lips to his ear for extra effect.
It wasn't long before the desired result was achieved and Billy's hips
began to buck and as he growled he began to pump a major load of cum,
firing long, thick steams against the mirror.  Ana squealed in surprised
delight.  She was pressed tightly to his back and felt the thrusts of his
ass against her hips.

When he finally subsided and his cock sagged a bit, her attention to his
neck ratchetted up and her body ground against his back.

"Oh, my god, that was just amazing.  I could really get addicted to playing
with this," she said, stroking it a bit more and then letting it come to
rest on the vanity counter top.  "I'm so horny now," as her hips continued
to grind against his ass.

Billy thought she was going to try to dry hump his ass to get her orgasm.
He had other ideas so he turned to face her.

"Still trust me?"

"Yes, why?"

"I want to do something for you."

Her eyes widened but he thought he saw a bit of a smile.  So he turned them
both around so that she was leaning against the vanity.  He saw that her
little skirt was a stretch type so he hooked the elastic waist band and
began to slide it down.  She was looking down at him, the lip in her teeth
again.  With the skirt off, he ran his hands over her thighs, amazed at how
firm they were.  Then it was time for the leggings.  When they were off, he
was happy to see a smooth, slightly glistening pair of lips between those
firm thighs.

He made eye contact and she was looking both frightened and eager, but when
she gave a bit of a nod he knew what to do next.  He pushed her thighs a
part enough from him to lean in and give a light lick along her lips.

"Oooo, yessss."

Encouraged, he leaned in and pressed harder with his tongue.  The moan
urged him on and in short order he was using his tongue along the full
length, pausing to massage her clit with the tip.  She may not have had any
experience but she seemed to know what she liked and she was loving this.
Her hands found his head and soon she had two hands full of hair and was
pulling him hard against her pussy.  His tongue began to probe deeply and
her ass was beginning to bounce against the counter top.  She began to cry
out and between the spasming and flooding of his face, he knew he had given
her a real gut wrencher.  He also knew this was no time to ease up so he
just kept working her clit with occasional probes of her pussy.

Her legs had come up and where now wrapped around his back and her thighs
were squeezing his head.  The next sound to emerge from her throat could
only be described as a scream.  Thank god his mother was nowhere around.
It went on for a time and then cut off, as did all the tension in her body.
She began to fold forward and Billy had to make a quick grab of her legs
and to steady her.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around her body, letting her head come to
rest on his shoulder.  It didn't take all that long before her arms came up
to wrap around him, if a bit softly and her lips pressed his neck.  It was
when her body began to vibrate that he realized she was crying and fairly
hard.  He wasn't sure why, but he was smart enough to know he needed to
hold her in place until she was done.

He figured she was done when he felt the death grip ease up and her head
shifted around on his shoulder.  From memory he reached behind himself and
with a little fishing, came up with a box of tissues.  He whispered
something and heard a wet, snorted laugh from his shoulder and then her
head came up and those brilliant blue eyes were rimmed in red and her nose
was a little runny.  She took the proffered tissues and began to clean up
her face.

"Good thing I use waterproof makeup."

"You've never looked better," he said.

"You charming flatterer."

When she was done blotting her face she took hold of his hands and kissed
them.

"No one has ever done anything like that for me before."

"Um, I know, you said you never had a real experience."

"I don't mean just the sex, sweetheart.  I meant taking my desires and
needs into account.  You knew I was trying to get some relief and you took
it upon yourself to give it to me.  Twice, and so much deeper than I could
have managed.  If only I hadn't waited so long."

"If it makes you feel any better, I might not have been ready for you
before."

"Oh, I don't mean what just happened.  I mean all the rest.  Here," she
placed a hand over his heart, "and here," she touched his forehead.

Then she kissed his forehead, and then his nose, and then his lips.  It was
Billy that broke it off.

"Um, considering the lack of clothes we may not want to get too much
further into this."

"True, but it's so lovely," she said from his shoulder.  "Let's get dressed
and go outside.  It will be cooler out there."

"Um, it's about 85 out there."

"I know," she said with a smile.

So they pulled on their clothes, cleaned up the mirror and counter and
headed into the garage.  As they went past his shelves she paused and
looked around.

"So all this stuff is what you barter and dicker for?"

"Most of it.  There are some things up in the attic.  Is there anything
that you do?  You know, hobbies, sports?"

"Sports? Me?"

"You're in terrific shape.  I felt that earlier.  Very strong legs,
especially," he said.

She blushed a bit and said,

"You flatter me, sir.  But thank you.  I've been doing yoga for years now.
It seems to have paid off."

"Damn straight it did.  What about hobbies?"

"Well, I do make jewelry."

"Really? But you never seem to wear any.  Wait, was that your work in the
window of your mom's place?"

"Yes, it sells pretty well.  That's why I was able to buy you lunch
yesterday."

Billy looked at this amazing creature and said,

"Would you be interested in a proposition?"

Her raised eyebrows made him stop and laugh.

"Not that, at least not at the moment.  I mean, if I could supply some
materials could you make something for me, for my mother actually.  Her
birthday is in September."

"It's possible.  What kind of materials?"

"What do you work with?  I thought I saw some different metals and some
stone in that window."

"Yes, a lot of copper and aluminum, wire and flat.  Some stones when I can
find them.  I've done a little with silver but that's harder to come by,
for me anyway."

Billy pursed his lips in a way she was coming to enjoy seeing.  He walked
to a shelf and pulled down a couple of objects and took them over to his
worktable.  She followed behind and stood looking over his shoulder.  He
was very aware but chose to keep working.  Then he turned and said,

"Do you see that box there behind you, looks like a big cigar box.  Would
you grab it, please?"

She did as he asked and placed the box on the table top.  He gestured for
her to open it.  She did and gave a little `ooo' at the sight of a number
of colorful stones of various sizes and conditions.

"I got that at an estate sale last year.  The box next to it has a stone
tumbler in it.  Here's the offer.  In exchange for these two spools of bare
wire, copper and aluminum, and any six stones from the box, would you make
something for my mom, like a pendant?"

"I'd be happy to.  What are her colors?"

"Huh?"

"Hair, eyes, favorite clothes?" she prompted.

"Oh, um, reddish brown, blue, but paler than yours.  Uh, she wears a lot of
green and blue, different shades."

She shook her head, then nodded.  She shifted through the box and came up
with a moderate sized stone in green, well polished, and she set it aside.
She spent several more minutes selecting five more stones and put them all
in a group by the two spools of metal wire.  Then she gave Billy a smile
and said,

"This should do it."

He reached under the table and came up with a small cotton bag and put
everything inside.

"We can pick it up on your way home, and thank you."

She stepped up to him and slid her arms around his neck and regarded him
through hooded eyes from a few inches away.  Then her lips were on his and
her body had him pinned to the edge of the work table.  His arms went
around her waist and gripped her tightly around the small of her back.  The
kiss went on for some time and neither seemed interested in bringing it to
an end.  Finally, the need to breath imposed itself on them and the slowly
slid their lips away from one another.

"That gets better each time we do it.  I think we have a rather substantial
problem building here," she said.

"What's that?"

"How in the world are we going to be in the same school and keep our hands,
and other body parts, off each other.  Oh my god, what do we do if we have
any classes together?"

"We can always pour ice cubes down our pants.  But you're right, we'll have
to be careful with all the restrictions on public displays of affection.  I
can imagine us getting naked in the gym might be frowned upon."

She started to laugh and then stopped and looked at him seriously.

"Actually, that sounds like an awful lot of fun," then she was laughing
again.  "Can you imagine the looks we'll get when people see us walking
around holding hands and being all snuggle bunny?"

"Snuggle bunny?"

"Hey, I'm deliriously happy at the moment and completely out of my
element."

"That's possibly the saddest thing I've ever heard.  You're so good at it.
You should be happy all the time."

"Would your mom let me move in?"

He smiled, gave her another kiss and then pushed her back a bit so that
they could leave the garage and get on the road.  Billy made sure he kept
abreast of Ana so it didn't appear that he was trying to fixate on her
amazing ass.  They rode around various streets enjoying shade when
available and the breeze from the bikes when there were no trees.  Then it
was into the local park to ride some trails.

She called for a halt so she could help herself to his water bottle.  Some
dribbled past her lips and Billy thought the water running down her chin
was sexy as hell.  She handed him the bottle and wiped her mouth with the
back of her hand.

"You know, this is a lot more fun when there is someone alongside.  It
makes the rest stops much more interesting," she said, pushing up against
his side and leaning in to kiss his wetted lips.

It was one of those `this is nice, let's not hurry it' kisses with lots of
lip grinding and tongue wrestling and sucking.  Her body was pressed hard
against his side and he had his arm hooked around the small of her back.
He particularly enjoyed how she had her hand laid on his chest.  When they
parted lips she said,

"Oh, yes, so much nicer."

She was looking around and saw that there wasn't anyone else around.

"It seems pretty lonely out here."

"It's midday on a work day.  It can be a little more crowded on the
weekends but yeah, it's pretty quiet usually."

"Hmm," was all she said.  "Maybe we should head into town and get something
to eat.  We've had a very energetic morning."

"Beautiful, sexy, intelligent and a sense of humor.  You are the whole
package, aren't you?"

"Stop teasing me."

"I may have said it teasingly but I'm dead serious," Billy said, giving her
a short kiss.

The hand on his chest tightened into a fist, with a handful of his shirt
clutched firmly.  Her face was pushed into his neck.

"I am never, ever, letting go of you."

He pivoted a bit so he could get both arms around her and pulled her in
tightly.

"It might make getting around a little tricky, but I imagine we could
figure something out."

This got him a chuckle and some more serious kissing.  Then they pulled
apart and mounted their bikes.  This time they headed for the town's
pizzeria and general hangout.  They got there just after the usual lunch
time rush from the local businesses and found the place only half full.  As
they stood waiting to be seated Billy couldn't help notice the looks they
were getting.  The combination of the exotically beautiful, and legendary
loner, firmly clutching his arm, and also showing a lot more skin than
anyone could remember seeing seemed to have everyone's attention.

"What are they all looking at?" she whispered in his ear.

"You, I'd imagine.  It's like I said, you are going to be getting a lot
more attention.  You want to go?" he asked

"Of course not.  Let them look, they had their chance.  You're the only one
who took the time to see past the shields.  Maybe tomorrow I'll come out in
my yoga workout clothes."

"Great, I'll carry my baseball bat."

This got him a giggle and a squeeze.  By then a waitress had stepped up and
directed them to a place to sit.  Within minutes of the them sitting down,
a loud voice was heard from the kitchen.

"Beelleeeeee," and then a short stout middle aged woman came bustling out
from behind the counter, arms thrust out in front of her.

"Oops, forgot about this," Billy said as he stood up and turned to face the
charge.

In a moment he was wrapped up in a strong pair of arms and being hugged for
all he was worth.  Ana looked on in amazement as the woman kissed him
soundly on both cheeks before letting him go.  Then she was the focus of
scrutiny.

"And who is this beautiful girl?"

"Mama Maria, this is Ana Sulzberger.  Ana, this is Mama Maria Antonelli,
co-owner of this restaurant.

"I'm pleased to meet you, ma'am," Ana said, but the look on Mama Maria's
face spoke volumes so the girl stood up to be wrapped up in her own hug.

"You are new in town, yes?"

"Um, no ma'am.  I've lived here all my life.  I've just never been here in
your restaurant."

Mama's eyebrows rose and Billy leaned in to talk quietly in the woman's
ear.  At one point she looked first to Ana then to Billy and after some
more whispering she smiled at them both and said,

"Sit, sit.  If this is your first visit, it will be a special one," and
then she leaned down and said something into Billy's ear that had him
blushing as she kissed his cheek.

After Mama bustled off, Ana shifted over to be sitting next to Billy
instead of across from him.  She leaned in and said,

"What did you tell her about me?"

"I told her you were the one people referred to as the shadow girl but you
decided it was time to come out of the shadows and I was lucky enough to be
there when you did."

"Oh."

"Did you know people called you that?"

"Of course.  But I liked what you said about being lucky.  I feel the same
way about you being there for me."

"That's exactly what Mama said."

"Are you related to her.  She really likes you."

"No, I've come in here for years, but a while ago someone tried to sue them
for a foreign object in their meal.  The firm my mom works for represented
them and she did the investigation.  She found out that the object couldn't
have possibly wound up in the food by accident and also that the people
that sued had a history of such complaints, usually getting some kind of
cash settlement.  They wound up getting busted for fraud.  You should see
the reception my mom gets in here."

"Wow.  It was nice getting that hug from her."

"Stick with me, kiddo, and there will be a lot of those.  Wait until you
meet my mother."

"A hugger?" Ana asked.

"Big time."

"I'll look forward to it."

When their drinks were placed on the table in front of them, he raised his
glass and said,

"Welcome to the family, love."

She didn't even get a chance to touch her glass.  The tears were flowing
down her cheeks as she leaned over and wrapped him in both arms and buried
her face in his shoulder.  He was holding on and rubbing her back when Mama
walked up with two dishes in hand.

"What is the matter, my dears?" she asked.

Ana raised her head and used a napkin to wipe her face.

"I'm sorry.  He just said something very nice to me and I got a little
emotional."

"Oh, yes, my Beelleee is the sweetest boy there is.  I'm so happy there is
now someone who will get to share that with him."

She placed the plate with bread slices and the bowl with dipping oil on the
table and then with a squeeze for both of them, she hurried off.  They each
picked up a piece of bread and began to eat.  Beneath the table, one leg of
each was firmly pressed against the other.  Once their eyes met they didn't
look away, smiling through the chewing.  When the pizza arrived, Ana and
Billy could only stare in amazement.  It was huge.  It was the type of
pizza you'd see at boardwalks and parks where you only bought one huge
slice.  This one was cut into six and was covered with toppings.

After some laughter and head shaking, they each went to work.  It took some
extraordinary coordination to juggle the big slice and keep the toppings
from sliding off.  They were the object of some serious observation but by
this point neither one really cared.  They were both thoroughly enjoying
themselves so the rest could go hang.  Each could only handle two slices
and Ana had to leave the crusts behind on hers.

"So, my dears, you like?"

"Mama," Billy began, "I know you always say I look like I don't eat enough
but really?"

Her laugh was deep and loud.

"You are teenagers.  You will burn it off in no time.  I will put the rest
in a box for you to take home."

"Good idea, there are a couple of starving families on our block.  This
will last them a week."

The woman laughed again and walked off with the platter to box up the
remains.

"Oh, my goodness, I don't think I've ever been so full," Ana said.

"You'll be okay?" the boy asked.

"I should think so.  But I do intend to skip dinner tonight," she said,
smiling at him.

A waitress left the box on the table along with the check.  Billy picked it
up and frowned.

"What?  Don't you have enough.  I have some..."

Billy waved her off.

"No, Mama's cheating.  After they won that case they didn't want my mom
paying for meals.  My mother insisted her professional ethics insisted she
had to.  But that hasn't stopped Mama from undercharging, look."

He showed her the check and the ridiculously small sum listed.  The girl's
eyes went wide.

"All I can say is the waitresses get pretty good tips from us."

He took some cash from his pocket, dropped it on the table and went and
paid the bill.  Outside, he attached the small box to a rack behind his
seat and they headed for his house.  Once there, they made their way
through the garage and into the house.  He stored the pizza in the
refrigerator and then suggested they sit in the family room.  Once settled,
she cuddled up into his side and said,

"Good grief, I'm stuffed.  Does she do that to you often?"

"Not that extravagantly.  I think she was doing it for your benefit."

She smiled and snuggled in closer and he wrapped her in his arms and before
he realized it she was sound asleep.  He rested his cheek on her head and
just reveled in the feel of her body, the rhythm of her breathing and the
scent of her hair.  He wasn't sure how long they had been sitting there
when he heard the door to the garage go up and he waited for his mother to
come in.

"Sweetheart?" his mother called in, but not loudly.

He raised his hand above the couch back and she came around and stopped,
her eyes wide.

"What's going on?" she asked softly.

"We had lunch at the pizzeria.  Mama Maria went a little overboard and I
guess it was too much for Ana.  She's been asleep for a half hour or so,"
he replied barely above a whisper.

Billy's mom came around for a closer look and then said,

"My god, sweetheart, she is gorgeous."

The object of their attention murmured and shifted on Billy's shoulder and
then those gem like eyes fluttered open.  The first thing she saw was
Billy's mom and her eyes went wide and she tried to struggle upright.

"It's alright, dear.  I've had Mama Maria put me in a food coma more than
once," Billy's mom said with a warm smile.  "And it's wonderful to meet
you."

"Oh, thank you.  It's very nice to meet you."

She looked at Billy, then back at his mother and nodded,

"I can really see the resemblance."

"I'll take that as a compliment, dear, since my baby boy is a handsome
devil."

"Mom."

"She's right, William, you are.  I noticed that a long time ago.  I should
have done something about it then," she said, her mood darkening a bit.

"If I may, dear," the older woman said as she sat down near the two
youngsters. "I'm not a big believer in things like fate or destiny, but it
seems to me that you two might not have been ready until now.  You, dear,
are a singular young lady and I think it took a singular young man to
appreciate you.  But really that's all neither here nor there.  Don't
regret what could have been.  Just be happy that you've found each other
and concentrate on the moments you have together now and in the future."

Ana smiled a bit and nodded.  Billy whispered something in her ear and she
began to giggle.  His mother regarded him with a raised eyebrow and then
she leaned forward, slapped him on the leg and stood up.

"I'll leave you two alone for now.  Ana, dear, I trust we'll be seeing a
great deal of you from now on.  You're welcome anytime and if you ever feel
the need to talk, I'll be more than happy to listen."

With a final smile she walked out of the room.

"Your mom seems very nice.  And very pretty."

"Right on both accounts.  And don't think for a minute that she was just
being nice about talking.  She's a very good listener."

"Hmm, like someone else I know," Ana said and then she leaned in and began
kissing the lips she had seen so much off in her dreams the last few
nights.

Billy pulled her in tightly and the kissing got very serious.  Tongues were
very much engaged and hands were exploring all the places you'd want
someone else's hands to be.  They were really getting into each other when
a ring tone and vibration sounded from Ana's one back pocket on her skirt.

"Shit," she mumbled and reached for the phone.  "Are you kidding me?  I
don't get a call from either one of them for weeks on end and he has to
interrupt me now?"

"Your dad?"

"Yeah, he's at some client and he forgot a file.  I need to go home, find
it and email it to him.  Geez."

Billy could see that the girl was really annoyed and the expression, while
grim, was for some reason, very hot.  He smiled what he hoped was an
empathetic smile and said,

"I'm sorry you have to leave, but my mom has to be out all day tomorrow.
If you come over, I'll give you a lot of very individual attention.  How
does that sound?"

"It sounds like heaven, sweetheart.  I just wish I didn't have to wait so
long.  But, I waited this long, a few hours won't kill me."

She stood up, straightened her clothes and then helped him off the couch.
They were about to leave the room when they met Billy's mom coming the
other way.

"Leaving so soon, my dears?"

"Afraid so, mom.  Ana's dad needs her to find something and send it to
him."

"Oh, what a shame.  I was coming in to see if you needed anything.  Well, I
can offer you something, anyway."

Billy's mom faced the girl and held her arms wide. Ana flashed a look at
Billy and then stepped forward.  The grip was firm but not crushing, but
full of warmth.  Ana slid her longer arms around the old woman's back and a
held on.  Her eyes were closed but Billy could tell that Ana was feeling
something very profound.  It was also clear that his mother was speaking in
low tones in the girl's ear, and Ana was nodding in response.  Then they
pulled apart a bit and with a hand behind Ana's neck she pulled her head
down to plant a soft kiss on the girl's forehead.

With a last squeeze Billy's mom released her hold on Ana and with a wink to
her son, left the room.  Ana watched her back as she left and then turned
to Billy.

"Your mom is now my second favorite person in the whole wide world," she
said with a smile.

"Oh, yeah, who's number one?"

She fixed him with a steely glare.

"If you ever ask me that question again," she began, closing the distance
between them, "I will wrap my arms around you and squeeze until your eyes
pop out.  Got it?"

"I do believe I understand the basic message, yes," he replied with a
perfectly straight face.

She matched him look for look and then broke into smile and then kissed him
soundly.  Then they walked hand in hand out to the bike and after another
kiss, she was on her way.  Billy let out a sigh and then turned to walk
back into the house.  When he got into the kitchen he met his mom coming
the other way.

"I sorry Ana had to leave, sweetheart."

"Yeah, her dad needed her to send him some work stuff.  She was really
pissed off."

"Well, my darling, I can understand that.  To be torn from your delicious
lips would piss me off, too.  But she did seem happy when she left."

"That was your doing, mom.  Your hugs have a way of doing that."

While he said this she stepped up to him, slid her arms around his neck and
planted her full, wet lips on his, her tongue pushing into his mouth.  He
could feel the pressure of her big tits pushing into his chest and her hips
starting to move against his.  He got his arms around her and his hands
took hold of her firm ass cheeks and pulled her in tighter.  She pulled her
lips off his long enough to say,

"I'm glad you had a big lunch.  Dinner is going to be late.  I have big
plans for you."

Billy didn't respond, he just let go of her, grabbed her hand and led her
into the master bedroom and the big bed.  They began pulling each other's
clothes off and once naked they were back in each other's arms, grinding
their now naked bodies together, his rapidly inflating cock trying to force
it's way between them.  His mom got her hand on Billy's big dick and began
to stroke it. Once again she pulled her mouth off his and said,

"Sweetheart, do you miss having your friend Stevie around to play with?"

Billy had to think this had something to do with her comment about `big
plans' so he decided to play along.

"Sometimes.  Especially before Mary and then you.  He really liked to play
with my cock and balls."

"And what did you like doing?" she asked, giving his now fully erect cock a
hard squeeze.

"I liked jerking him off, sucking his dick and playing with his ass."

He could feel her wet pussy pressing against his thigh as he talked.

"What about you? Did he ever play with your asshole, baby?  Maybe with his
finger or tongue?"

His cock jerked at her words because yes, indeed, Stevie used to spend lots
of time playing with Billy's asshole while he was stroking his dick.  But
what he liked best was when he just got on all fours and Stevie would pull
his ass cheeks apart and work his asshole over with his wet tongue.  What
he wasn't going to say was how much he loved it when just a couple of
months before his father moved the family away, Stevie found a small hair
brush that had a handle that was perfectly shaped for fucking a tight,
novice ass.

They found that with the handle well lubed, Stevie could fuck Billy's ass
while stroking and sucking his fat cock and bring him to even bigger
orgasms.  Once Stevie had moved away, Billy had done some playing with his
own fingers, but it wasn't the same.  Now that he was receiving regular sex
from his mother and the fun the future held with Ana he hadn't given it
much thought.

Locking eyes with his mother he said,

"Stevie was very good with his tongue and not bad with a finger or two."

"I thought so.  You're in for a quite a treat my darling boy.  Just put
yourself in my hands and enjoy what happens, baby."

With that she pushed him backwards until his legs hit the bed and he went
backwards onto his back, his hard cock slapping loudly against his stomach.
She climbed up onto the bed and knelt next to his hips, taking his cock in
both hands and began to stroke while she licked and kissed the head.  When
his hand moved to caress one of her full firm tits she brushed it away and
gave him a look.

As she began to suck his cock deeper and deeper she left behind copious
amounts of saliva, getting it nice and slick.  She treated him to this for
around fifteen minutes and then she released it to slap back against his
stomach.  Then she took hold of his hips and began tugging until he was
over on his stomach.  Then more tugging got him on his knees, shoulders
down.  He thought he knew what was coming and was happy to wait and let it
happen.

In a moment, he felt strong but gentle hands on his ass cheeks, pulling
them apart.  Then the delicious feel of a wet warm tongue sliding over the
sensitive ring of his asshole.  He moaned and his hips jerked but that's
all he did.  After getting his puckered ring thoroughly wet, she let one
hand find its way back to his cock and continue the stroking while the tip
of her tongue began to push against his asshole.

"Oh, fuck," he mumbled into the mattress.

In response she squeezed hard on his cock and really got his precum
flowing.  He pushed back with his hips and his mother used this as leverage
to force her tongue past his sphincter and begin to probe the entry to his
insides.  His hands took a tight grip on the sheets as his mother began to
reawaken feelings he hadn't had in a few years.  His cock was leaking
precum and his mother took advantage of the flow to add to the lubrication
she had mouthed onto his asshole.

Her next move was to remove her tongue and replace it with her first and
middle finger, beginning a slow fucking of her son's ass.  His hips began
to move in rhythm with her plunging fingers and stroking hand.  To add to
matters she had positioned herself so that she could rub her wet pussy
against the side of his thigh.

"Oh, fuck, mom, my god..."

"You'll get your chance to fuck me later, baby boy."

After some minutes of this he was in quite a state so he was only vaguely
aware when that wonderful feeling disappeared from his ass.  So it was
quite a shock when that feeling returned, only it was with something
bigger, something that felt slick and cool and when it started to vibrate
quickly he almost jumped forward into the head board.  His mother had taken
the opportunity to replace her fingers with a smallish vibrating dildo that
was part of a collection she kept stashed away somewhere secret.

It was not particularly thick but it was long enough to reach his prostate
and it was sending electric like shocks into his balls and up his spine.
With care and skill she began to work the toy in and out, letting it linger
and then a few rapid strokes would have him shuddering.  Finally, and
without warning, his cock exploded.  His cum sprayed from the head in an
almost continuous hosing, hitting his stomach chest and the bed spread.

When his mother began to scream and push against him he vaguely realized
she had a second toy and was applying it to her pussy and she herself
experienced a gut wrencher of an orgasm.  When they both subsided he had
fallen over on his side and his mother was lying across him, her dripping
pussy spasming against his leg.

"Oh, my darling baby boy, you are such a joy.  My goodness, what a mess
you've made."

"I think I had some help, don't you?" he asked without looking up at her.

She laid some kisses on his bare, sweaty skin and in a husky voice said,

"Just you wait, my baby boy, the fun is only just getting started."