Date: Thu, 17 Nov 2005 15:24:15 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY SECRETARY'S SON 06

THIS IS NOT my usual story venue. I don't, as most of you know, usually
trespass in the world of Corporate America. However, inspiration cannot be
denied. So here is the story of....

MY SECRETARY'S SON
By RimPig   2005

Chapter 6

The next morning, I awoke with Robby in my arms and my face buried in his
hair. I was again spooned behind him with my hard cock in the cleft of his
ass. I looked over at the bedside clock and could see that it was a little
before 6:00 a.m. I knew that the coffee-maker was already brewing and since
I didn't have to be to the office until 8:30 or so and Robby didn't have to
be to school until around the same time, there was time to play. Not long,
but enough time to fuck his butt for him before he left for school.

I started licking and sucking on his neck and his reaction was predictable
- he pushed his ass back, pressing against my cock and driving it deeper
into his ass-trench. I began making fucking motions, dragging my cock
through his trench until the head of my cock caught on the lip of his
hole. At that point we both froze. Then Robby began pushing back against me
and I pushed forward with my hips. My cock hung on the edge of his hole for
a moment and then, bending just slightly, began sinking itself inside of
him. There was still enough lube and cum along with some sweat to make the
entry slick and comfortable. I kept pressing forward without stop until I
was buried, balls deep, in his ass.

"Oh, yeah! Fuck me!" he groaned.

I pushed him over onto his stomach again and maneuvered around so that I
was between his legs, spreading them with mine. I didn't waste any
time. The boy wanted to be fucked - he was going to get fucked! I started
ramming my cock in and out of his butt while he pushed back and ground his
ass into my groin.

"Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Fuck me! Slam my ass! Gimme that cock!" the mantra
spewed from his mouth as he was lost mindlessly in fuck-lust.

Taking him at his word, I slammed my cock as hard and fast up his hole as I
could. At the same time, my mouth and teeth attached themselves to his
shoulder. I had this fantasy of a lion, holding it's mate down, biting her,
as he fucked the shit out of her. I was breeding Robby's ass as hard and as
fast as I could and he was evidently loving every moment of it! I'd like to
say that I was making love to him, but it would be a lie. I wasn't making
love to Robby. I was fucking Robby! I was giving him the hardest, most
brutal butt-fuck I knew how to give. Robby, for his part, was fucking
himself on my cock, slamming back with all his might each time my cock
drove up his chute. Evidently my young lover was learning to like it
'rough'. That was fine with me! I loved rough! I'd always felt that was the
way males were meant to fuck each other.

Knowing I couldn't last much longer, I tilted my hips so that my cock
slammed into his prostate on each entry. Robby's butt-nut was so prominent,
I didn't need to even think about where it was to hit it. Robby, for his
part, began moaning louder and louder each time my cockhead crashed into
his joy-button until I could feel the tremors in his chute which heralded
the onslaught of his orgasm. We both screamed out at the same time, cumming
at the same time - me in his ass and him all over the sheets. I could see
that I was going to be doing a lot of extra laundry with Robby around!

As our orgasms died down, I slowly pulled my still hard cock from his butt
and, getting off the bed, reached down and solidly slapped one of his
beautiful, white butt-cheeks with my open hand.

"OWW! What was that for?!" he asked, looking around at me.

"Get up! Time to shower!" I said, grabbing one of his ankles and starting
to drag him off the bed.

He quickly flipped over and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him. I fell
on the bed and we began wrestling - eventually rolling over right onto the
floor - our arms wrapped around each other, laughing our asses off!

"Come on! You gotta get to school and I gotta get to work!" I exclaimed.

"Let's just stay here and play all day." Robby countered.

"God! How I wish we could but that would really cause some questions." I
said.

"Yeah. I know." he said sullenly.

"Robby, I know it's hard to be patient but we just have to wait until
you're 18. Then nobody can keep us apart. Nobody can say anything." I said.

He smiled at me.

"Are you sure you'll still want me when I'm legal?" he leered at me.

"Well, there is a cute sixteen year old down the road..."I leered back at
him.

"And he'd better stay away from you or I'll run him down with my truck!"
Robby growled.

I put my hands on his cheeks and pulled his face towards me.

"There's no one who could even hold a candle to you." I said softly and
then kissed him gently.

His eyes were gleaming at me when I pulled back to look at him. They seemed
to be able to look right through me and down deep into my soul. If they
could, I knew that he could see how much I loved and needed him.

I knew that we needed to get going so I rose up, grabbing his hand and
pulling him up with me.  Naked, we walked together into the bathroom and
into the large shower. I don't know how to describe our showers except
that, for the most part, they were making love under running water.  We got
clean, probably cleaner than we would showering by ourselves. It just took
a little longer because we were quite thorough in our exploration of all
the places on each other's body that dirt could hide.

Stepping out of the shower, we took towels and dried each other, kissing
the parts of each other's bodies that we were particularly enamored of. Of
course, one of those places I always kissed were the beautiful, bouncy butt
cheeks that he had. He always laughed at this, saying that I was the only
guy he ever knew who knew the real meaning of 'kiss my ass'!

Naked and hand-in-hand we walked to the kitchen. I poured coffee for both
of us and asked him what he wanted for breakfast. He wasn't sure so I
decided that I would make him my favorite - french toast with sausage
links. It only took a few minutes to make and I gave him a plate along with
a bottle of real maple syrup. He wolfed down the four slices of french
toast and inhaled the half dozen sausage links that I'd made for him. And
he was still hungry. So, I made him another full plate which disappeared
almost as soon as the first one. Luckily, that was enough to fill him. I
made a note to myself to get to the store and to triple my usual grocery
order! To be honest, I wasn't surprised. I'd eaten like him when I was his
age - which hadn't been that long ago.

We both got dressed and then held each other and kissed before heading to
our vehicles, promising each other to see each other that night to work
out, have dinner and - no doubt - make love. We didn't talk about the fact
that the one thing we wanted, to sleep together, wasn't going to
happen. Luckily, we could go back to the cabin this weekend and there we
could live like the lovers we were - at least, for the weekend.

On the drive to work, I thought I would spend the whole time thinking about
Robby but I didn't.  Instead, I was worried about how I would face Robby's
mother - Diane.

She, of course, would have a lot of questions about the weekend and I
wanted to have answers ready for her. I cursed myself for not going over
those possible questions and answers with Robby in case she asked him as
well.

'You're getting fucking paranoid!' I thought to myself. 'Diane doesn't
suspect that you are fucking her son! She just thinks that you're doing
what she asked, talking to him - helping him through a difficult time of
adolescence!'

A difficult time! Yeah? What about the difficult time I'm having getting
through his adolescence?  What was really happening was that Robby and I
were both 'Coming Out' in our own ways. He was discovering what it was like
to be able to fully express his sexuality for the first time and I was
learning what it was like to actually love another guy - something I didn't
believe could ever happen to me. It made for powerful sex, but also made
for some powerful emotions. I remembered too clearly lying in my bed Friday
night, crying myself to sleep for the first time since childhood over the
fight Robby and I had when I told him about how and why his mother had
brought us together. To be honest, I've never considered myself a coward
but I was scared of any more upheavals like that one!

And I was equally afraid of the possible confrontation with Diane when she
found out what was really going on with me and her son. What I was not
expecting, however, was the revelation from Diane awaiting my arrival at
the office.

"So how was the weekend?" she asked when I greeted her at her desk outside
my office door.

"Great! You were right about one thing, Robby is a very hard worker. We got
a lot more done than I ever expected we would." I said, heading in my
office door with Diane on my heels.

"I've made coffee." she said, pointing to the coffee maker on the credenza
next to the conference table in my office.

"Thanks! Why don't you pour yourself a cup and get me one while you're at
it?" I asked.

She got the two cups and sat down in front of my desk after handing me one
of them. Looking at her, I noticed something very different about
her. Something I seemed to recognize but couldn't quite put my finger on.

"So how was your 'teenager-less' weekend?" I asked, smiling.

At first, rather than answer, Diane blushed a deep red - just like Robby
did all the time. Well, like mother like son! But I couldn't exactly
understand what brought that reaction on.

"Uhh...it was...well...it was wonderful!" she smiled finally.

"Really?! Tell me about it?" I asked.

I couldn't imagine what had happened over three days to change Diane like
this. And she was changed! It was like the fucking 'bluebird of happiness'
had smacked her upside the head! At least from the dreamy look on her
face. This was not the efficient, 'all business' Diane I had always known
and depended on.

"I...well...I met someone." she said, shyly.

"You're kidding?! That's wonderful!" I exclaimed. "Congratulations! Who is
he?"

"Strangely enough, he's the new associate pastor at my church." Diane
said. "He's just moved here from St. Louis. Our senior pastor is getting on
in years and he'll be retiring soon. Brad, or rather Reverend Nicholls, is
going to be taking his place. He's forty-two and a widower. That's one of
the reasons he accepted a position here. His wife died of cancer several
years ago and he told me he wanted to leave St. Louis to get away from the
memories there and start over."

"So you met him at church, huh?" I asked.

I knew that Diane belonged to St. John's United Church of Christ, one of
the most liberal of the mainstream Protestant denominations. The Church
accepted gays and was even the first major denomination to ordain an openly
gay minister. Therefore, I had never had any fear of any 'right- wing' or
'fundamentalist' tendencies in Diane or the people who worshiped there. It
also meant that this Rev. Nicholls was probably as liberal and open-minded
as the church was.

"Actually, no. That's the funny thing. We actually met at the Home Depot. I
was getting furnace filters, getting ready for winter and was looking at
some of the new ones that are supposed to clean the air better. I just
didn't know which one was good and would work on my furnace. Rev.  Nicholls
was there getting the same thing for the house that he rented. We started
talking and he helped me find the right filter. We ended up at Hazel's
Diner having lunch together and then he came over to the house and put the
new filters in for me. It wasn't until we were sitting around the house
talking that I learned who he was! By that point, he'd already asked me to
have dinner with him - which I'd agreed to. He told me he was going to
invite me to church over dinner but it turned out to be
unnecessary. Instead, he asked me to go on a drive after church and have
dinner with him Sunday night as well." Diane related her story with all the
breathlessness and earnestness of someone who, at the very least, was quite
infatuated.

"Sounds to me like this could become serious." I smiled.

Diane blushed again.

"I know I was getting some very nasty looks from some of the other single
women in the congregation yesterday! Here a new minister who's an eligible
bachelor moves to town and I meet him before he even officiates at his
first service or is introduced to the church!" she laughed and then got
serious. "That's what worries me. I think it could turn into something
serious as well and I don't know how Robby's going to take that."

"I would think he'd be happy for you!" I said.

"I'm not so sure. It's always just been the two of us. Like I told you, I
never looked to find a replacement for his father. I guess I was burned so
badly by him that I just didn't want to get involved with somebody else. I
also know that kids can be 'funny' about their parents dating.  After all,
it brings up the subject of intimacy which kids find particularly
distasteful concerning their parents. I guess it's the same level of
discomfort that parents feel about their child being intimate with
someone." she said.

Oh, fuck! If that was the case, how was she going to handle me being
'intimate' with her child!

"Would you really have all that much problem with Robby being intimate with
someone? After all, he's almost eighteen." I asked, trying not to sound
worried.

"Well, I really don't think he has been. After all, he's never dated that I
know of. That has somewhat worried me. I guess he's just a late bloomer but
he doesn't seem to be interested in girls at all. I have to admit, it's a
double edged sword. I mean, on the one hand, I'm glad he's not 'girl-crazy'
the way so many boys are but, on the other hand, I worry that he might not
find someone to fall in love with. I mean, he's still getting adolescent
crushes! Like the one he has on you!" she smiled.

I wanted desperately to tell her it was WAY more than an 'adolescent crush'
but now was not the time or place for that revelation!

"It might also make it easier for him to understand my becoming involved
with someone if he were." she said.

"Maybe yes, maybe no." I said. "Kids and parents too often have little
insight into the similarity of their behaviors. For example, the parent who
smokes two or three packs of cigarettes a day but demands that their
children NEVER smoke. Or kids who want complete freedom but don't begin to
accept the type of responsibility their parents must live with that comes
with their freedom."

"You know a side of Robby he won't show me. Do you think he'd going to have
trouble with this?" Diane asked.

"To be honest with you, I don't have the faintest idea." I said. "Trust me,
it's not something that Robby and I have ever discussed."

"Too bad." she said.

"If it's any consolation, I'm sure it's something we will be discussing - a
lot!" I smiled.

"Oh, wonderful!" she said, sarcastically.

Little did I know how prophetic those words would be! That night, before I
could even think about working out, I could hear the roar of Robby's truck
screaming up my driveway and screeching to a halt in front of the
house. This was followed by loud pounding on my front door. I rushed to
answer it before it got battered down. Robby rushed past me into the house,
no hello, no kiss, no 'I love you.'!

"Do you know what my fucking mother DID!" he screamed.

"Found a nice guy?" I asked gently.

"YOU DO KNOW!" he screamed again.

"Robby. Please, stop screaming. I'm standing right here. Trust me, I can
hear you." I said, putting my hands on his shoulders to try and calm him
down.

"I can't believe she did something like this!" he exclaimed, turning away
and out of my grasp.

"I can't believe you stormed in here without a hello, a kiss, anything." I
said quietly.

That seemed to stop him in his tracks, as he looked at me in confusion.

"Remember me? I'm the guy you're supposed to be in love with?" I said,
looking him right in the eyes.

He looked at me in shock and then threw his arms around my neck, kissing me
hard. I took his hand and we walked him over to one of the couches where I
pulled him down so that my arms were around him and he was resting his head
on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I just don't know what got into me!" he apologized.

"Also the fact that you aren't thinking logically." I said.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Your mother meeting somebody is the best thing that ever happened to us."
I smiled.

"How can you say that!" he asked in shock.

"Stop and think about it. If she's busy with the Reverend, she's not going
to have time to focus on you and how much time we spend together, now is
she?" I asked.

That definitely stopped him. I could see the wheels whirling in his
head. Then he got this crooked little smile on his face.

"You're devious! Really devious!" he grinned.

"Not really. I just know how people are." I smiled back.

"But he's a fucking minister. That's going to make it even more difficult
to tell her I'm gay - and about us." he countered.

"Well, under normal circumstances, you might be right. But this guy is a
UCC minister, remember? Your mother's church is one of the most liberal
there is, especially on the issue of gays. Did you know that they were the
first mainstream Protestant denomination to ordain someone who is openly
gay?" I asked.

"No! I didn't know that!" he exclaimed.

"I take it you don't go to church with her?" I surmised.

"Not since I was about 13. I hated the whole 'get dressed up on Sunday
morning and go listen to some guy talk for an hour' thing." he stated,
disgust in his voice.

"Well, I do understand that. I haven't been since I was about the same
age. But it might be a good idea for us both to go some Sunday." I said.

He gave me a really weird look.

"You aren't serious!" he said.

"As a heart attack. After all, if this guy is going to be a part of your
mother's life, I think it would be politically advantageous to seem, at
least outwardly, to be supportive of him and their relationship." I said.

Again, it took him a couple of difficult minutes to assimilate this and
then came the crooked smile again.

"Devious! Downright devious!" he concluded.

"Nothing devious about it. Look, we both now know what it feels like to be
in love. We know how much we mean to each other. I have a feeling that what
you'd really like is for your mother to feel really good about us having a
relationship, right?" I asked.

"Well...yeah! Not that it's going to happen!" he grumped.

"Don't bet on that! Before, I would have agreed with you. Not that I think
your mother is a bad person or anything, but she is human. You having found
someone to love and to love you was going to bring home to her what she was
missing. That would have accounted for some jealousy - whether she would
ever admit it or not, even to herself. But people who have found love and
are in a relationship feel that everybody else should be in one and want to
see that happen. So, if this works out, I'm betting she's going to be much
more disposed to seeing you in a relationship than she would have
been. ESPECIALLY if you're supportive of hers." I said.

"So you think I should be happy about this?" he asked, still showing some
residual anger in his voice.

"Yes, I do. After all, you love you mother, don't you? Don't you want to
see her happy? I mean, she forestalled having any kind of relationship in
order to raise you and provide for you. Are you angry because someone else
might become the focus of her life or, perhaps, are you angry because she
didn't do this sooner and give you a father?" I asked.

That stopped him. He sat and looked down for a few moments. I knew I had
given him a lot to think about. Plus, I had made him sound like a spoiled
child either way. I had done it on purpose because I wanted him to realize
that was the way he was acting. Finally, he looked up at me.

"I'm being a real asshole, aren't I?" he said.

"In this case, it's understandable. After all, it probably came a quite a
shock - somewhat like the shock I had last week." I smiled.

"What was that?" he asked, curiously.

"Finding out, after all these years and all my denial to the contrary, that
I was in love with you." I smiled.

He smiled at this.

"I didn't know it was such a shock to you." he said quietly.

"Trust me, it was. But a very nice one." I said gently.

"I guess I owe her an apology, don't I." he said.

"At the very least. You also owe her all the love and support that she
needs. But I think you know that already." I said.

"Can I use the phone? I want to call her." he said.

"Of course you can! Why don't you use the phone in my office next to the
bedroom. You'll have more privacy there. You don't have to ask, by the
way. After all, this is your home, too, you know." I said.

Now it was his turn to look shocked.

"My home? What do you mean?" he asked.

"Robby, I love you. More than anyone I've ever known. You've told me that
you love me and, the way we've talked, I've assumed that we were planning
on spending our lives together. Was I wrong to assume that?" I asked
quietly.

"No! I do! I do love you and I want to spend my life with you!" he said.

"Well then, everything I have belongs to both of us then. That's the way
marriage works." I smiled.

There was dead silence in the room as Robby's jaw dropped. He looked at me
in total shock.  Finally he was able to say something.

"Say that again! That last part!" he exclaimed, grinning and all but
bouncing up and down on the couch.

"What? 'That's the way marriage works'. That part?" I asked, grinning.

"Yeah! Marriage! You want to get married?!" he grinned.

"Well, that's the idea." I grinned again. "Though, of course, we can't have
a wedding - unless we move to Massachusetts or something."

He leaped on me pushing me over on the couch until he was lying with the
upper half of his body on top of mine, looking down into my face. I could
see, and then feel, his tears as they dripped from his eyes and onto my
face. This crying when he was happy thing was really disconcerting to me
but I guessed I was just going to have to find a way to get used to it.

"Dan! Are you asking me to marry you?!" he exclaimed through his tears.

"That was certainly the idea. You want me to get down on one knee or
something? I have to warn you, I didn't buy you a ring or anything." I
grinned up at him.

"You don't have to! Just say it! Please! Ask me! Let me hear the words!" he
begged.

"Robby, will you marry me?" I asked.

Oh fuck! I never thought I'd hear those words come out of my mouth! I
couldn't believe how easy they were to say! I loved Robby. I wanted him to
be mine forever. Though this had all hit me like a 'bullet train', I knew
this was right! I knew this was exactly what I wanted and needed.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" he said.

He kissed me deeply and our bodies moved against each other. I could feel
the trembling in his body and I knew it wasn't cold or fear. Pulling away
from my mouth, he again looked down at me.

"Make love to me. Please!" he begged softly.

"I thought you wanted to call your mother?" I grinned up at him.

"Oh. Yeah. I guess I did. But that can wait." he said.

"No. It shouldn't. She needs to hear from you, don't you think? Besides,
why don't you let her know that you're going to be spending the night here
tonight?" I said.

"For real? Are you serious?" he enthused.

"I'm serious. But don't bring that up until after you've told her about
your 'change of heart' about her dating." I said.

"Devious! Very devious!" he grinned as he kissed me on the tip of the nose
and then leaped off me and headed towards my home office.

I guess I had to admit that I was being a bit devious. After all, I
technically was doing what Diane had asked me to do - help improve her
relationship with her son by giving him a 'sounding-board' for whatever was
'bothering' him. I figured that showing her some good results would
engender some gratitude on her part. Everything I'd said to Robby, though,
I really believed. Having Diane involved with a man could very well smooth
the way for her being accepting of the fact that her son was as well - and
that man was me.

I got up off the couch and headed for the bedroom. Once there, I took off
the small gym shorts and jock I had put on to work out with Robby. There
would be a 'work-out' all right, but not anything I needed to be dressed
for. I stretched out on the bed to wait for him to finish his conversation
with Diane. Just the thought of his body in my arms and my cock buried in
his tight, hot ass had my cock throbbing and discharging pre-cum at a
prodigious rate. I scooped up some of it from my abs and licked it from my
fingers. 'Not as sweet as Robby's' I thought to myself which caused my cock
to throb more at the thought of the taste of my lover.

My lover. A phrase I never thought would enter my mind - much less the idea
of asking another guy to marry me! For a brief instant, part of my mind
started screaming, 'What in the fuck have you gotten yourself into!!!' but
at that moment, Robby came through the doorway and all thoughts of anyone
or anything but him fled my mind as quickly as they had come. All I could
see was the boy/man that I was head over heels in love with and was about
to make love to.

Robby stopped in the middle of the room, aware that I was staring at
him. He looked down and saw my hardon resting on my abs, jumping up and
down in eager anticipation of sliding up his warm hole. He grinned at the
very obvious sign of my desire for him. He then began to strip out of his
clothes. Not quickly and eagerly as he usually did but slowly and
seductively. Robby was giving me my own, private strip-tease. I turned over
onto my side, resting my head on my hand and watched as he slowly pulled
his t-shirt over his head and then slowly held it out before dropping it on
the floor.

Next, he kicked off his trainers and hobbling on one foot and then the
other, pulled off his white athletic socks. Once this was accomplished, he
stood facing me, bringing his hands to the top of his jeans. He slowly
undid the button and then even more slowly lowered the zipper of the fly -
taking time to run the zipper up and then down several times. Once he left
the zipper down so that the jeans were open, he quickly turned around,
giving me a view of his backside. He raised his hands over his head,
grasping them together and bent to each side, giving me a vision of his
rippling back muscles. I had told him how much this view of him turned me
on and he was playing it to the hilt!

He unclasped his hands and brought them down until they were grasping the
waistband of his jeans. He slowly, agonizingly slowly, lowered them until
the crack of his butt started to show.  Then he rapidly pulled them back
up, covering the view of my favorite part of him. He did this several
times, allowing the jeans to go lower each time revealing more and more of
his beautiful butt only to again cover them. Finally, he pushed them slowly
down and bent over so that the crack of his ass spread open and I could see
the cleft and his pink, puckered hole. He pushed the jeans all the way to
the floor and stepped out of them.

Now, he again turned around. I had already noted the waistband and leg
straps of his jock. A jock he always wore and never washed - knowing how
much the strong male scent of it turned me on.  Now he was playing with his
cock through the mesh of the pouch which was fully distended by his raging
hardon.

Again, turning around, he bent over and slid the jockstrap down his legs
and stepped out of it, gathering it in one hand. He stood back up but,
rather than turning around, he looked back at me over his shoulder and made
an overhead toss with the jock so that it landed next to me on the bed.  I
immediately picked it up, feeling the warmth of his body in the cloth and
held the pouch to my nose, taking a deep, loud breath of its heady
scent. It was even more ripe than it had been the first time I had huffed
it. And I could feel the dampness of his sweat and taste his leaking
pre-cum when I sucked the pouch into my mouth.

Watching me do so, over his shoulder, Robby groaned. It turned him on to
see me do this - to so visibly show him how hot I was for him. He turned
around and stood, his legs spread, and slowly stroking his hard cock
watching me sucking on his jock. Finally, he walked towards the bed but,
when he got to the edge, he turned around again, spread his legs and bent
over showing me his ass once again. I knew what he wanted, so I moved over
towards the edge of the bed and buried my face in his crack, snorting his
scent and then using my tongue to run up and down the cleft.

He reached behind and pulled his ass-cheeks apart to give me better access
and I locked my lips around his hole and began digging deep with my
tongue. Robby groaned at the feeling, begging me to fuck him.

"You want me to fuck you, get in the bed." I said and slapped his butt.

"Oww!" he yelped and turned around.

He launched himself at me and we wrestled on the bed for a while until I
had him under me and kissing him passionately. He wrapped his legs around
my waist and I moved my cock so that it was resting against his hole. I
pushed forward gently and felt his ass begin swallowing my cock.

"Oh, God! Yes! Fuck me!" Robby groaned.

I continued moving slowly because I didn't want to hurt him and this was
the first time I had fucked him with just spit as lube. But his hole had
become accustomed to my cock by this time and I soon found myself buried
completely in his hot, tight butt.

"I love you." I murmured to him and he looked up at me, his eyes shining
with joy.

"And I love you!" he exclaimed.

I slowly began fucking him, my mouth locked to his. I groaned into his
mouth at the exquisite feeling of his hot, wet ass gripping my cock as I
pushed forward into him. Robby was groaning as well at the feelings my cock
was causing in his hole as it slid back and forth against his prostate.

I tried to hold back, tried to fuck him slowly but I just couldn't take it!
I found myself quickly reaching 'ramming speed' and we both climaxed almost
simultaneously. I could feel myself flooding his butt with cum the way I
did when I was a teenager! I just couldn't get over the effect that Robby -
or love - had on my libido.

Looking down between us, I could see the ocean of teen cum that Robby had
unloaded all over his chest and abs. I slowly pulled my cock from his butt
and leaned down and began scarfing it up!  I loved the taste of his sweet
cum! I then continued down his body, licking in his pubic hair and his
balls until I was finally at his red, raw, well-used butthole. I quickly
locked my mouth to it and began to eat my load from his just-fucked
butt. Robby groaned at this and begged to share it with me. I kept a
mouthful of my load and, moving up the bed, took him in my arms, kissing
him and sharing it.

We lay there for a little while, drifting in the after-glow of our
love-making until we both felt the sharp pangs of hunger. Naked we went to
the kitchen and I grilled steaks with baked potatoes and salad. As we ate,
I asked about his conversation with his mother.

"Was she okay with you spending the night?" I asked.

"Yeah. She was fine with it." he said.

"Good. What about the rest of it. How did she take your change of heart
about her dating?" I asked.

"She told me that she had figured I might have some problems with it but
she was glad I had talked to you about them to resolve them. I don't know
whether I've resolved them or not. I still feel funny about it." he said.

"Of course you do. Anybody would when they are first faced with the idea of
one of their parents 'dating'! After all, it brings you face to face with
the fact that your parents are sexual beings just like you are. Trust me -
it's no easier on the parents when kids start dating!" I laughed.

"That's just it. I've never dated. I guess that's part of what feels funny
about this. You don't expect your Mom to be the first one to date." Robby
said.

"Well...actually, she wasn't. You were." I said.

"What do you mean? I've never been out on a date in my life." Robby
explained.

"Uhh...yes, technically you have. Remember all those dates to work-out and
have dinner and the weekend at the cabin? I would consider those dates. The
fact that your mother doesn't realize what they were doesn't change
anything." I said.

He looked at me startled.

"I never thought of them as dates! But, you know? I think you're right. I
guess they were." he said. "So is this a date?"

"No. It can't be a date." I said.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because we're engaged now." I smiled.

And with this, I pushed a small box towards him that I had put on the table
this afternoon intending to give it to him during dinner. Robby looked at
me funny.

"What is it?"he asked.

"Since you've agreed to marry me, I figured you should have a ring - but
not the kind you're probably thinking of." I smiled.

He opened the box and pulled out the key ring filled with keys.

"What's all this?" he asked.

"The keys to everything. The house, the cabin and the Ferrari. I told you
they were all yours now." I smiled.

"I can't believe this!" he exclaimed, hopping up and throwing his arms
round my neck and kissing me.

'I can't either.' I thought to myself. 'I can't either!'

The End of Chapter 6 of MY SECRETARY'S SON

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