The Sitter Ch. 02

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks.

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Consciousness returned thanks to a ray of sunlight, falling across my face. I blinked myself awake, stretched, and sat up. The body next to me, wrapped tightly in blankets, groaned. I blinked again, looking around and trying to get my bearings. I was in my mother's room, sleeping in her bed. . . and I was buck naked.

Suddenly it all came rushing back to me.

I had spent a night of unbridled passion with my mother and her friend. I looked more closely at the body next to me, and noticed blonde hair sticking out of the covers. Mom, then. Where was Karen?

Mom stirred next to me and rolled over, pushing the covers down. She smiled at me sleepily, eyes half-closed. "Good morning," she murmured. "How are you feeling?"

"Still dazed, I think," I admitted. I coughed. "Kind of thirsty."

Mom sat up, wrapping the covers around her. "I'll get you some water," she said. She rose and padded lightly toward the door. She returned a few minutes later with a glass of water. I took it gratefully and slurped it down. Mom settled on the bed next to me and ruffled my hair.

"Where's Karen?" I asked, setting the empty glass down.

"She had to go home," Mom said. "She left around two last night, but she'll be back. Don't worry." Mom paused and cupped my chin in her hand. "We need to talk about some things, though."

"Yeah," I said.

"Did you enjoy last night?" she asked.

"You bet," I told her with a grin.

"No regrets?" she asked. I shook my head vehemently. "I'm glad, because I feel the same way. But if it's going to continue, there have to be some ground rules."

"Um. . . okay. What kind of rules?"

"Well, first and foremost, you can never tell anyone about us. You've reached your majority, but that doesn't change the legality of the situation. There's a definite possibility I could end up in jail and we might never see one another again. So it's very important that you don't brag about this with your friends."

I nodded dumbly. It hadn't occurred to me, the danger we were in, simply because of the way we expressed our love for one another. The potential consequences filled me with dread.

"Hey," she said, chucking my chin. "Cheer up. It isn't all bad news. You and Karen can go public any time you want. There are other things to consider, too. You're already mature for your age, one of the reasons why I don't feel too terribly guilty for corrupting you, but if you're going to be doing 'adult' things, you're going to have to be more of an adult. That means helping out around the house more, picking up after yourself, cleaning your room, not drinking milk out of the carton, that sort of thing."

I smiled. "I think I can do that," I told her.

"Good. Now, thirdly, I am not your fuck slave, and you're not mine. I am still your mother and you are still my son. If you want sex, you're going to ask for it, and you're going to have to do your chores and your homework in order to get it. The same goes for me; I'll never force you to do anything you don't want to do. I'm going to suggest some things, and maybe you'll have ideas of your own, but if either of us says 'no' or 'stop,' then that's what happens. Okay?"

I nodded again, digesting her words.

"That also means that you need to have as normal a social life as possible. I'll always be here for you, but if you meet a girl your own age, don't blow it because of me. I need this right now, and I know you enjoy it, but I'm scared to death of arresting your development or of doing permanent harm to your psyche." She smiled. "Not scared enough, obviously, but still I worry."

"Well, jeez, Mom," I said, "I don't really see that happening. The girl my age thing, at least. And I don't feel permanently damaged. I love you, I love Karen, and I love what we did last night."

"That's my sweetie," Mom said, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. "Now, we're both sticky and stinky and we need to get cleaned up. Let's take a shower."

"Together?" I said, dumbfounded.

Mom laughed. "Of course. Don't you want to?"

In answer, I leapt out of bed, grabbed her by the arm, and tugged her into the bathroom. The blanket slid off of Mom's perfect, bronzed body, causing her to stumble. I tried to catch her, but we ended up in a tangled heap on the ground, Mom on top of me, heavy breasts mashed against my chest, my rapidly hardening cock pressing into her belly.

"You okay?" I asked.

Mom nodded. "You broke my fall." She leaned down to give me a quick kiss, but I opened my mouth and grabbed her lip, and managed to turn her quick peck into a passionate kiss. She broke away, gasping. "Naughty boy," she mock-scolded. "Shower," she ordered, getting up and pulling herself out of my embrace. She bounced into the bathroom and I scampered to follow her. She marched past the Jacuzzi to the narrow shower stall and slid the door open. She leaned over to turn on the water, and I received an excellent look at her full, rounded ass. She gave me a funny look over her shoulder and then stepped into the shower, letting the warm spray hit her breasts and cascade down her body.

Hesitantly I stepped into the cramped space after her, pressing our bodies together. Mom cooed and we kissed again. My cock was red and a little raw, but it was inching its way toward an erection very quickly. Mom grabbed the soap and moved out of the way a little to let the water hit me. Her tits were slick and wet, her nipples straight and hard. She swept her hair back with a splash of water. I closed the glass door behind me and let the water hit me. Then Mom started to wash me.

She scrubbed my chest and arms, making circles around my nipples and brushing lightly against my stomach. Breasts bobbing, she knelt down and washed my legs, then twirled me around to wash my back and ass. Then, pushing her body against my back, she reached around me and grabbed my cock with soapy hands. I groaned and thrust into her hands. She cupped my balls and squeezed slightly, while pressing her plush, soapy tits into my back. "Do you like that, sweetie?" Mom said huskily into my ear. I could only groan in response. "Well," Mom said, releasing me abruptly, "now it's your turn to clean me."

"But -- but -- ," I stuttered.

Mom nipped my earlobe and grabbed my ass with both hands. "Yes, you do have a nice butt," she said.

"But I want to cum," I finished, pressing back against her hands and tits.

"You will," Mom promised. "But I want you to soap me up first."

Grumbling, I turned around. My grumbling trailed off. Mom really is an absolutely gorgeous woman. Tall and long-limbed, she has large, heavy breasts that stand high on her chest, capped with dark nipples. Her narrow waist flares out into broad hips, framing a neatly trimmed pussy. She has long legs, sculpted by long runs and swimming. Her skin is tanned a deep bronze, from her dainty toes to her narrow ears, and everything in between. Slicked with water and slightly soapy, she glistened in the light overhead. She smiled suddenly, revealing neat even teeth. "Like what you see?"

"Uh-huh," I told her. I grabbed her tits with both hands, pressing my palms into her nipples.

"No," Mom said gently, taking my wrists and disengaging my grip. "Wash me. Take your time, explore my body. We have all day to fuck, but trust me, it will be more fun if we build up to it. Okay?"

I nodded. "I think I understand," I told her. "Um, sorry," I added sheepishly.

Mom shook her head, smiling. "Don't apologize honey." She gave me a quick, wet hug. "Now get to work."

I returned her smile, and picked up the soap. Slowly, taking my time, I explored my mother's body. I traced the line of her collar bone with the bar of soap and my fingers, and then the muscles in her arms and the side of her body. Carefully, I soaped up my hands and cupped her breasts once more. Using my fingers, I traced concentric circles around each breast, tightening each circle as I completed it, eventually reaching her nipples. I gave each of them a tweak, and was rewarded with a gasp from Mom. I brushed the soap lightly along her midsection, and knelt down before her, washing her thighs and calves and feet, and then tracing my way upward along the inside of her legs, pausing before I reached the center of her being. I stood once more and made a twirling motion with my forefinger. Mom grinned, and turned obediently, revealing her slick blond hair spilling down her bronzed back and the taut globes of her ass. Mom tugged her hair over her shoulder, and I scrubbed her back. I kissed the nape of her neck and traced the dimple at the small of her back with my thumb. Mom arched her back and pushed her ass against me. My hardened cock pressed against the cleavage of her ass, and my dick lurched, spraying a jet of precum onto Mom's back. I retreated slightly, bumping against the wall of the shower, and placed soapy hands against Mom's ass. I cupped and kneaded the globes, soaping them up. Mom's asshole winked at me, and I couldn't resist pressing my forefinger against it.

"Oh, yes," Mom moaned, pushing against me once more. Unwittingly, the tip of my finger slipped into her asshole, the rubber ring around it closing tightly around it. Mom braced her hands against the wall and pressed her ass against me. My finger slipped deeper inside her, and I could feel her heat. I reached my hand beneath her and, finally, pressed my hand against her pussy. "Oh, God," Mom said. I parted the lips of her pussy and thrust two fingers insider her dripping hole, feeling and teasing her folds. I flicked her clit with a fingertip and Mom released a toe-curling moan. Our sudsy bodies heaved together, wet and moaning. Her pussy soaked my hand, and my finger sank into her ass past the second knuckle. Mom humped herself against my hands, and her breathing increased. She tossed her head back, hitting me in the face with soaking wet locks of hair, but she hardly noticed. When I judged she was close, I withdrew my fingers with a sucking sound and released Mom.

Her hips still moved, hypnotic and bewitching, and Mom looked over her shoulder at me with a wanton expression. "Your cock," she said. "Inside me. Now."

I was going to argue about "anticipation" and "making the moment last" and so on, but my dick was awfully hard and my balls were churning with unspent sperm and the thought of dipping my wick into my mother's pussy once more blasted all rational thought to nothingness.

The shower was beginning to cool, despite the steam hanging in the air, and our fingertips were wrinkling, but neither of us noticed.

I grabbed the base of my cock and aimed it Mom's weeping pussy. I grunted as I thrust forward, slipping inside her with one quick movement. Mom cried out and rolled her ass towards me, forcing me deeper into her. The tip of my cock mashed against the roof of her womb. Mom's body stretched to accommodate my girth, and I could feel more of her from this angle than I had the night before. Her heat scalded my cock and urged me onward as I began to thrust into her, my stomach hammering against her tight ass with each movement. I reached around her to cup and knead her tits, and this time there were no protests. Mom's hands flattened against the shower wall and her arms bent at the elbow. She fucked against me, and I fought to keep up with her.

Mom made a sound between a moan and a whine, and her pussy clamped down around my cock. her body shuddered beneath me, and I could feel her juices inundating my dick, running down both our legs. Mom's pace slowed, but still she sawed her pussy up and down my length. She looked over her shoulder at me, and said between gasps for breath, "Sweetie, grab the shampoo."

"Now?" I said. She nodded urgently, licking her lips and rolling her eyes back into her skull. Being the obedient son, I grabbed the Pert from the basket hanging on the wall.

Mom raised herself up and my cock slipped out of her drooling cunt, slick with our combined fluids. "I want your cock in my ass," Mom told me. "Use the shampoo to slick yourself up, and then squeeze some on my asshole."

I gaped at her for a moment, cock throbbing between my legs and shampoo bottle gripped tightly in my hand.

"Objection?" Mom asked. I shook my head. "Then you should get started," she suggested.

I squirted some of the green fluid on my proud cock, using my free hand to coat it from base to tip. Then I pointed the bottle at Mom's winking asshole and gave it a squeeze. Mom had thoughtfully spread her ass with both hands, allowing me unlimited access. The Pert pooled between her cheeks, and I spread it with my forefinger, slipping inside to get in there as well.

"Mmm, good," Mom said. "Now, careful, press the head of your cock against my ass. You'll have to take it slow. Ease it inside. If you're too fast or too rough at first, you'll hurt me."

"Hurt you?" I exclaimed. "Mom, are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," she told me. "It will take a moment for me to adjust to your size, but after that you can fuck my brains out, I promise."

"Okay," I said. Taking my cock in hand, I aimed for the little hole and pressed the head of my cock against it. Slicked up by shampoo and precum, the flared head met little resistance. The puckered ring of Mom's asshole opened up to receive me. It was tighter than her pussy, tighter and hotter. The pain wasn't one-sided, however; she was so tight that she pinched my cock. Even had she not warned me, I would have had to take it slow. I gripped Mom's hips and slowly sank myself into her ass, centimeter by centimeter. Mom bit her lip and pressed her cheek against the shower wall as I bottomed out, and my stomach once again pressed against her ass. I felt Mom's fingers brush against my balls, and assumed her hand or hands were between her legs.

"That's it, sweetie," Mom encouraged. "Fuck my ass."

I pulled out and thrust in again, and I found the going easier this time. Mom was right, as usual. Her body adjusted easily to my cock within her. Mom pressed against me, and I slowly and carefully began to fuck her ass. Mom grunted with each thrust, and I could hardly catch my breath, my heart was pounding so hard. My cock throbbed with each beat of my heart, squirting cream into Mom's bowels. I released Mom's hips and grabbed her tits once more, pinching and tweaking her nipples with my fingers as my cock fucked into her.

Suddenly Mom tensed, and she released a wail, her entire body shuddering in my embrace. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming again," she cried. Her ass tightened around my cock, hot flesh pinching me sharply, and the globes of her ass pressed around the base of my cock. As Mom's pussy juice poured down her thighs and splashed my own, I felt her hand grip my balls and squeeze sharply.

That was enough for me. I thrust deep inside her and loosed the load of cum that had been building since I woke up that morning. My heart thundered in my chest and my cock spat cum with each contraction of my heart, wad after wad of boiling white cum coating Mom's insides. "I love how you feel cumming inside me," Mom moaned, thrusting her ass against me. As the flood subsided, I withdrew, and a tide of cum followed me, weeping out of Mom's stretched asshole. Mom's thighs quivered and she collapsed in a heap on the floor of the shower. She half-turned and looked at me with lidded eyes.

"You're a natural born fucker, sweetie," Mom gasped.

"Just like my mother," I said, sliding to the floor beside her. Mom laughed. We sat there for a while, catching our breath, but when the falling water turned cold, Mom finally stood up and cranked the hot water back up. She picked the bottle of shampoo up and the bar of soap. "We should clean up again," she said.

So we did, being careful this time not to devolve into another frenzied fuckfest. Which was very difficult, actually. Mom is quite the firecracker, and what she and Karen started the night before really loosed the genie from the bottle. I was turning into quite the fiend myself.

After we had dressed in our separate rooms, we met downstairs in the kitchen and Mom made breakfast, frying pancakes on the griddle. I took the time to ask some questions.

"So Mom," I said, while setting the table. "When did you and Karen start, um --"

"Planning last night?" she finished with a smile.

I shook my head. "No, um, when did you start having sex? Uh, together, that is."

"Oh, that," Mom said exaggeratedly. "It started about three months ago, although last night was only the third time we'd been together. The first time just sort of happened. I dropped off some things at her place, and she showed me her dildo collection." She grinned salaciously. "It's quite extensive, I must say, and it had been a long time since, well, since your father. So Karen suggested I try one out, and when I at first proved reluctant, she proceeded to demonstrate for me." Mom shook her head, grinning at the memory, while I tried to picture it in my head.

"The next thing I knew, we were kissing and touching one another, and things escalated from there. Afterward, Karen first confessed to me that she was falling for you. I think that shocked me more than the sex had, to be honest. It didn't take me too long to adjust to the idea, and start thinking similar thoughts myself." Mom flipped pancakes onto a plate and walked them over to the table. I speared one with my fork and began to eat.

"The second time?" I prompted.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Mom admonished gently. "The second time was here, in the living room. Remember last month when you went to the concert with your friends?"

I did indeed. My friends Russ and Sirajul and I had gone to see Aerosmith at the Civic Center. It was hard to believe that while we were rocking out, Mom was going down on Karen in our living room.

"After few glasses of wine, I kissed her and she kissed me back and before we knew it, we were naked on the couch, eating one another out. This time, I was the one with the deep, dark confession after our lovemaking. Surprisingly, Karen didn't try to have me committed. She was actually excited by the prospect. . . which is what leads us to our present circumstances."

We ate in silence for a while, until I looked up in alarm. "Mom," I asked hurriedly, "could you get pregnant?"

Mom turned a deep crimson. "I put myself on the pill again," she told me, "as soon as I started thinking seriously about seducing you." I breathed a sigh of relief. Mom looked askance at me. "You didn't think I'd be that irresponsible, did you?"

I shrugged. "I think it's pretty obvious I haven't been thinking much at all lately."

Mom laughed. "Well, even with the pill we aren't totally in the clear. There's still a chance -- a very small chance -- that I could get pregnant. If we really wanted to make sure, you'd have to wear a condom."

I thought furiously, staring at my half-eaten pancakes. "Well, if the chance is really small," I started to say. Mom laughed again. "What?" I asked.

"You're incorrigible," she said. "And so cute when you let your emotions override your intellect. But don't worry. As long as we're careful and avoid my most fertile periods, the pill should do it's work. Okay?"

"Okay," I told her, suddenly regaining my appetite. I dug into my breakfast with gusto.

The phone rang and Mom rose to answer it. The smile that appeared on her face somehow told me Karen was on the other line. Mom looked at me over the lip of the phone and mouthed "Karen," confirming my suspicions.

"No, we've been up for a while," Mom was telling Karen. "We sort of lost track of time in the shower, though. Yes, in the shower. And in the ass." Mom laughed at something Karen said, winking at me. "No, no, that's fine. I have to head down to the office anyway and put the finishing touches on that deal from last night. I'm sure our little man would love to spend some time with you." She paused and cupped the phone in one hand. "Does that sound fun, sweetie?"