A Dream Come True Ch. 02

I feel as though I'm leading a double life now, and it's my ability to seamlessly morph from the mousey tax assessors clerk into a being whose thirst for carnal gratification seems almost unquenchable sometimes frightens me. At first I was worried Ryan was going to be repulsed because of the rage I unleashed upon him that first night, and as my mouth was still filled with his semen I quickly straddled his face and began to grind myself against his lips as my hand stroked him until he was fully erect again. The truth is I lost track of how exactly many times he ejaculated, and as I patiently kept bringing his organ back to life I could see in his eyes just how infatuated he was with the creature that I had become.

Of course the next morning as I stared at the reflection in the mirror I was mortified by just how much semen was pasted all over me, and as I started to remember all the things that I had done to him that fear he might reject me began to slowly build inside me. It was as though I had just lost control of myself as I rode him again and again, and the filthy words coming out of my mouth as he relentlessly kept drilling me were more akin to how the sultry girls in the videos talk than the sweet Miss Honey that everyone thinks I resemble. But just as I was about to surrender myself to those feelings of guilt and shame that were edging me ever closer to despair my door suddenly opened with my lovers organ fully rejuvenated and wanting even more attention.

Needless to say I was so embarrassed when we finally got to church, and the look on everyone's faces as I sheepishly took my place with the others was one more of puzzlement because I'm usually so punctual. If only they knew that under my robes was the body of a woman smeared with her own son's semen, and I'm sure none of them could ever have suspected that only 45 minutes earlier I was screaming at him to fuck me harder as both our bodies were locked together in a fevered attempt to get him off again. I still don't know how I did it but somehow I managed to keep my composure as I sang along with the rest of the choir, and as I felt the fluids dripping down my thighs I noticed the smile on Ryan's face as he sensed my discomfort . Truly it was one of the most decadent acts anyone could ever do before going to Sunday service, and the fact it's now part of our normal routine shows just how powerful the chemistry is that exists between us now.

From the moment he first slid inside me it was as though we had done it a hundred times before and as his hands gently opened my cheeks as his beast kept bottoming out somehow I just knew that we were supposed to be together. Of course my squealing and moaning as he penetrated me so deeply merely pushed both of us past all the boundary's that a so called normal couple would ever dare approach, and the fact we're still pushing to see just how far we can go is only making it even more alluring. Just the other night as we were on our way to see a movie it suddenly occurred to me as I was sitting in the passenger seat that it felt just like we were out on a date together, and as we pulled into the parking garage my hand began massaging his crotch letting him know exactly what I was feeling. I wonder how many other boys his age in that theater could boast that that their girlfriend's head had just bobbed up and down their cock like mine had, and then we both had to endure the painfully long movie thinking about what awaited us once we finally got home.

"That color looks awesome on you," I hear him saying snapping me back to reality.

To my complete and utter relief now he has a fetish for me wearing nothing but the sheerest of leotards, and my assembling a host of colors for his enjoyment has proven to be a godsend for me too. It's one thing for him to walk around the house naked with his perfectly toned and tanned body tempting me with thoughts of doing things to him only a lover is supposed to do, and as much as I know how much he adores me it can't change the fact that I'm still twice his age. Maybe it's just all my vulnerabilities and insecurities coming to the surface because I see how much he enjoys looking at those gorgeous young girls in the movies we watch sometimes, but when I'm encased in a protective layer of nylon like I am now my confidence soars until I have to dim the lights a bit and shed my skin much like sensuous serpent would do.

"I think green goes with my eyes," I say as I bring the tea cup up to my lips as my eyes feast on his already stiff organ.

I don't know if it's just because I'm his partner but it just seems like he's always ready to take me as many times as he's able too, but then again I'm always a willing participant whenever he has those urges. I don't remember his father being this horny when he was nineteen, and as much as I wanted back then to tell him that I wanted a lot more than just a passionate kiss good night I was just too embarrassed to say anything as our tongues were intertwined. But I'm certainly not like that anymore, and a part of me wonders if it's because I'm older and have finally dealt with some of my past issues, or is it more just a case of my being so comfortable with Ryan because he is my son. The truth I can't deny is that I've done things to him that I never did with his father, and considering it's only been a little more than month since we' crossed that line I have to wonder just how much more is waiting for us to discover.

"C'mon Janet, walk around and tease me with those long legs," he says as I instantly feel that ache between my legs intensifying because I know I'll soon be riding up and down his long thick organ whispering in his ear words so foul that I know I would blush if it weren't for him being inside me.

There's just a comfort level that exists between us now that just seems so unbelievable, and our being able to focus just on the physical pleasures without all the extra baggage that usually injects itself in a so called normal relationship makes me appreciate even more what we doing together. As much as I may not want to admit it there were times when sex with Jack felt more like an obligation than a night of unbridled ecstasy like there is with Ryan, and just the way he looks at me with reverence in his eyes whenever we're together like this makes me want to pleasure him even more. There's a game we've been playing lately we're I get him right to the point of exploding and then I gently pinch his swollen head robbing him of his orgasm only to start the process all over again, but for me it's that look of total ecstasy on his face as my hand slides up and down his cock that I cherish the most. There's just no way a girlfriend or wife will ever have the patience and dedication to please him like I do, and of course it's the things that he does to me I'm sure that he'll never do with another woman no matter how much he loves her.

The other night after he buried himself deep inside me and filled me with his seed we both watched intently as thick white clumps of semen slowly started to ooze out of me, and as I slid my fingers down between my legs and retrieved a tasty morsel for myself I was shocked as he slid his body down and locked his mouth on my hemorrhaging slit. I've read about lovers who share the spoils of their lovemaking but never imagined that a nineteen year-old teenage boy would be capable of doing something so erotic, and as I looked down at him suckling from my juicy lips I could only marvel at what he was doing to me. His father certainly wouldn't have been able to get past those homophobic fears of tasting his own cum, and I suspect there are few men secure enough with their own manhood who could actually do it.

"Like Miss Honey," is all I reply as I so innocently begin my sensuous dance of seduction for both him and that incredible beast that is waiting to impale me?

If only all those naïve grandmother's out there who look at that frightened church mouse as an angel sent from above knew that their grandson's imagine her wearing nothing but a skimpy thong under her ankle length dress, and needless to say she no doubt would probably have a hairless slit just like I do. For me it's been so eye opening to learn some of the naughty secrets that most teenage boys think about as they're masturbating, and for many the thought of that doe like creatures head bobbing up and down their cock whenever they watch her in that movie certainly was news to me. As much as we've shared with each other I've yet to have the courage to ask just what exactly do his friends really think when they look at me, but something tells me I'd probably blush with embarrassment if I thought they'd ever want to see me the way I am now.

It's just so remarkable how far we've come in such a short amount of time, and as I look at my reflection in the mirrors that we've strategically placed on the walls all around the room it's as though we've turned our family room into a den of decadent delights. I just never imagined what a thrill it would be to actually see myself being penetrated just like the girls in the videos, and sometimes when he pulls out of me and lathers my face and hair with his semen it all just seems so surreal as I stare at myself in disbelief. To think that it's actually me being ravaged has proven to be a rush I hadn't anticipated on, and for Ryan the sight of my mouth riding up and down his cock has proven to be just as seductive for his eyes as well. I have a feeling there's just so much more for us to explore together, and as I bend down and let his eyes feast on my legs and ass I can tell already we're both close to wanting to dispense with this visual foreplay and do what it is we both want.

There's just a limit that I can tolerate before that need to feel him sliding inside me overrides all my attempts to stall the inevitable, and as I straighten up and begin to peel myself out of the cocoon of nylon I can see that adoring look in his eyes as I appear to him in a way so many boys wish their mother's would do for them. For me right now to be totally naked in front of him both physically and emotionally is all about trusting in each other, and as I slowly climb on top of him and allow his organ to ready itself for a journey that isn't supposed to happen because of who I am all those distant thoughts of right and wrong just don't seem to matter anymore. He's my lover now, and whether it was an accident of fate or merely a planned seduction isn't going to change what we feel about each other now.

"You're just so hot," I hear him whisper in my ear as I feel his length and girth slowly beginning to fill me.

There's just something about having an organ this big stretching me internally that makes me shutter whenever I feel my insides being violated, and as I can only gasp in disbelief each time it happens I'm aware that at some point he'll want to find someone his own age to please him. That's why I'm so adamant now about not holding anything back whenever we're together, and the look on his face now as he finally bottoms out is just being added to all the other pictures in my head of him being totally satisfied. I wonder just how many troubled boys out there would have their lives turned around by just having their mother's coming into their rooms a few times a week and giving them the special therapy they're really craving. Would it be so wrong if it got the results all the therapists were desperately seeking? But now is not the time to be thinking of such heady issues, and the feeling of my pussy contracting as it has to deal with such a huge intruder tells me it's time to unleash the dragon that resides deep inside me.

"Do you want me to be a good girl or a slut," I whisper as my tongue licks the inside of his ear.

If only my mouth could resist those urges that always have me surrendering to the need to spew words so graphic no one would believe me capable of speaking, and as I feel his piston slowly driving in and out of me I can already tell that the battle is already lost. I remember the first time I verbally lost it with Jack when he was fucking me like this, and afterwards as I slipped back into character I could see in his eyes just how affected he was with what had happened between us. Luckily for me he loved the way I expressed myself when we were in bed, and evidently so does his son.

"You're only a good girl when you have clothes on," he instantly replies as I feel one of his fingers slipping inside my ass.

He just seems to know all my secret desires now, and as I feel another one of his fingers stretching my anus as his cock just keeps relentlessly keeps filling me again and again I can already tell that it won't be long until I let him have the one thing that I've denied him so far. My fear has been that he's just too big for me to handle down there, but lately each time as his fingers prove to me that I'll be able to deal with his length and girth I can sense I'm just one step closer to finally relenting. Of course every video he picks out has one of those gorgeous nymphs with her ass-hole gaping wide open after being ravaged by a boy who has a dick as big as the one that is already inside me, and truthfully there has always been a part of me that has been curious about it.

"You wanna slide that big cock up my ass, don't you," I say almost in a whisper as I see the expression on his face convey just what he thinks of that sultry suggestion.

He's gone so far past what any other lover would normally do for their partner, and as I've watched his tongue lapping up his own cum after he fills me I just know I can't deny from him what he's been longing for so long now. As long as it doesn't hurt I'll let him slip inside me, and even though most of those young actresses grimace as their seemingly uncaring partner's organ buries itself again and again I've noticed a few of the girls who seem to really enjoy it. My friend Susan once told me she dated a guy who liked to fuck her in the ass, and I guess it was the sight of my face turning as red as a tomato that stopped her from giving me all the sordid details. But it was just so obvious that she liked it, and I suspect I might like it too.

The feeling of him burying all nine inches as deep as it will go almost makes me want to scream, and as I ready myself for an assault in the one place that's filling me with both fear and dread I can see by the look in his eyes that he's fully aware of my apprehension. Most lovers given this opportunity would gladly rip the cherry a part in a virgin ass-hole but I'm sensing that because I am also his mother the rules that normally would apply in a situation like this may not be followed. If only my friends could be made aware of just how many emotional barriers we've managed to get past because of what we're doing now, and as we both look into each others eyes communicating in a way no words are needed tell each other what we're feeling.

"You're not ready," is all he says as he buries his organ as deep as it will go and brings his hands up to my face as if to reassure me how much I mean to him.

How many nineteen year old's would give up the opportunity to slide their cock inside a virgin-ass hole, and as he's caressing my cheeks in a way only but the intimate of lovers would do I feel my eyes beginning to tear up because I feel so loved. It's one thing to have great sex but altogether different when there's a connection like there is between us now, and as he slowly begins to slide in and out of me I know there's nothing I wouldn't do to please him. I doubt most women can truthfully say that about their husbands or boyfriends, and as his cock is starting to pump me ever faster I just know there has to be something I can do for him other than just riding him like I am now.

"Tell me what it is that you want me to do, I'll do anything for you," I say as I bring my mouth down to his and let my tongue become one with his.

Other than fucking me in the ass I can't think of anything we haven't done together, and as I feel one of his fingers slipping inside my ass I can just tell that there's something going on between his ears. We know each other so well too, and as I lift up and look in his eyes as his cock just keeps bottoming out I can see the wheel spinning in his head. What could he possibly want is the thought that's captivating my consciousness now, and considering what he's doing to me now my thought processes are just so limited.

"Tomorrow when Bobby and Chris come over I just want you to wear those green leotards and nothing else," he says as he pulls me down again and our mouth lock as the thought of exposing myself to his best friends starts to play in my head.

I've always noticed that whenever I'm doing my yoga exercises they invariably come into the room and start talking to me, and because I always had my long t-shirt and panties on it never really bothered me. But now the thought of those two twin brothers' eyes locked on my body while I'm virtually naked is affecting me in a way that is really resonating with me, and since he's the one who suggested it I can already feel my pussy is reacting in a way that clearly likes what he wants me to do.

"Do you want them see my pussy," I ask as it's obvious we're opening doors now that I never expected we'd ever dare approach.

"Yes," he moans as it's obvious he's right on the verge of ejaculating.

"Do you want me to fuck them," I ask as he pulls me down and kisses me in a way that he only does when he's cumming.