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# All I want for Christmas is My Mom’s Sweet Love

This is the third and final chapter of my Christmas Ass series. It
will stand alone…but I’d read ” All I Want for Christmaspart 1

I still can’t believe what happened to me. December 25th 1999 is a day
I will never forget. That is the day my mother raped me for the first
time. (Merry fucking Christmas you bitch!) I mean it was just cruel and
sick and nasty. There is no excuse, no rational explanation for her
behaviour. It wasn’t just that she raped me, it was how she did it, the
utterly despicable way she went about it. I guess I’m getting ahead of
myself a little. To understand you have to go back a year to the events
just before Christmas 1998.

Let me index at the beginning. My dad died when I was 14. My mom and I
struggled to put ourselves back together. For 2 years we leaned on each
other for support, because we had nobody else. My mom is really young
she had me when she was still in high school. In some ways she was more
like a big sister or best friend to me than a mom. We laughed and
played together, had tickle fights, and talked for hours. Sometimes she
would just hang out in my room and read or watch TV. I guess on some
level I must have loved her in a romantic way for a long time. I just
did not KNOW it until I saw her pictures. I found a crate in our attic
with around 20 old Penthouse magazines. Upon closer inspection I
realized the centerfold was my mom!

The date on the mag was about a year after I was born. She was the same
age then, that I am now. As I looked at this beautiful, big titted,
blonde teenager, I felt myself get rock hard. Page after page of my
mom’s mouth watering tits, bald pussy, and wicked little smile made me
want to fuck her. But it was her ass, her fat, plump, juicy, adorable
ass that sealed her fate. I. Had. To. Have it. I fantasized about
licking it, sticking my face as far inside it as I could, and just
sniffing it, sleeping , warm and safe and secure with my lips pressed
against it. I wanted to suck her ass-meat, to make her cum and pant and
scream my name. But most of all I wanted to fuck my mom’s sweet ass
hard. To peel it open and hold her down and pound it, to ram it and rip
it open.

A small part of me wanted to hear her whimper, and sniffle and
beg–just a little. For a while I became obsessed with Susan. I loved
her yes, but I also wanted to utterly dominate her. I guess I kind of
lost control and sort of seduced and pressured my mom into giving up
her ass to me, if I agreed not to fuck her pussy. At the time I thought
that was the greatest night of my life. I convinced her to let me take
her out for a special dinner at the Paladin Club, and got her drunk. We
even made out, did a little dirty dancing, and groped each other. But
when we got home, she refused to have sex with me. I had to persuade
her, to explain that if she did not give herself to me I would just
rape her anyway.

Finally we made a deal. Consent anal sex, for a guarantee that I would
leave her cunt alone. Clearly she did not like it, but she did
(reluctantly) agree. Susan let me fuck her ass, helped me tear her up.
Her butt juice was so warm and wet, and tangy. She grunted and squealed
so prettily, in such a lady-like manner that I fell even deeper in love
with my mom. That was our first time together, and I thought the
beginning of a special, tender love. In the months that followed my
mother withdrew from me. She claimed that I had raped her! That our
love was not consent. I felt really bad about the misunderstanding, and
did everything I could to repair our relationship. As 1999 rolled along
I thought that I had.

Boy was I wrong.

Susan somehow found out about my alter ego, Jaz1701, the rape Author.
She accessed my WEBTV account and read my e-mails from Readers, and
visited the numerous free sites that I post stories to. I had written
about our true love and how I had fucked her sweet ass during Christmas
of 1998.

I guess the whole issue of rape and incest has been on my mind a lot
this year. Jaz has written several stories about it. I was thinking
about my mom the whole time.

Stories like ” Rape Confessional, Rape Betrayal #7, Sister Betrayed,
and How Much Do You Love Your Wife” were all inspired by the events in
my real life, with mom. But when she read them she got really mad. So
mad that she decided to rape me. Let’s review, ok I pressured her into
having consent sex. She then lies to me, reads my personal e-mail,
seduces me, drugs me, dresses me in women’s underwear takes pictures of
me, blackmails me, humiliates me–oh yeah and rapes my ass with a giant
double headed dildo! It’s not fair, she is sick! I mean shit, what kind
of mother would do that to her only child? I made mistakes, sure. In
the heat of the moment, I was over eager, but what I did came from
love. My mother just wanted to hurt me, she just wanted revenge for my
accidental rape of her the previous Christmas. The year 2000 did not
index well for me. Mom was constantly blackmailing me, threatening to
mail my friends our special Christmas photos of me in her bra, panties
being raped up my hairy ass.

” John honey do you mind licking mommy’s pussy for her? You are such a
precious little buttercup angel. Do a good job sweetie or your pics
will be sent to the entire football team. Make me cum hard baby, lick
it all up Johnny, your dad would be so proud of you. Mamma’s little
rapist is growing up so fast!” she laughed as she humpd my face and
nearly cut off my air supply as she came. It was a nightmare.

Let’s be clear: no means no! Sex without consent is rape. I did not
give her consent to do this to me. I fucking hated it. I was not
allowed to fuck her pussy, play with her tits, and certainly her ass
was way the fuck off limits. She would wag it in front of me, rub it
against me–to make sure I knew what I would never have again. She
thought it was funny to watch me get hard, and the demand that I NOT
cum. If I did…pictures would get mailed. It went on for months. My
mom forgot one thing. = was applying to colleges. I would be leaving
this town next summer. As soon as I was accepted, her power over me
would be at an end. I slowly came to realize that she had no real power
over me anyway. I mean let’s get real. She was an adult who had raped
her son, repeatedly. If I wanted to, she would be going to jail. This
summer, I began to tape our conversations, our sexual time together.

” Mom please, don’t make me do this anymore, Don’t make me lick your
pussy. This is rape mom. I still love you, but this is RAPE. Won’t you
please stop hurting your son, please mom,” I declared in between
licking and lapping and sucking her to a major orgasm. Sometimes her
comments would mention that I had raped her first. That was of course
unacceptable for my purposes, so I taped over it. Usually though,
whenhe she was close to orgasm she was out of it, demanding,
wild–almost vulgar.

” Shut the fuck up and lick my sticky , stinky, wet little cunt. You
are mine, and you will pleasure me. This is all that you are good for.
Suck, suck, suck your mommy. I think I’ll strap on my dildo and rape
your sweet little ass when we are done. I want to see you bleed a
little. How does that sound you sick slut,” she said, as I recorded the
incriminating evidence.

On November 15th I got a letter in the mail from Penn State. I had been
accepted on a partial academic scholarship. There is one thing about
being an only child in a family where people die young. You get a lot
of insurance money left to you. Cars, houses, and even a boat were sold
when grandpa, dad, and finally grandma died. Stock, bank accounts, etc
were all left to me and mom. The money was held in trust until I turned
rich…I’d be very, very, comfortable. Between my allowance, and part
time job a PSU scholarship was all I needed. I was free! My mom had
nothing on me, the power had shifted. I could send her to jail by
playing my tape anytime I wanted. I planned to rub it in her face, to
taunt her. I ran downstairs to show her my acceptance letter. She read
it carefully and got an odd look on her face. I could swear that her
eyes teared up and she let out this breathy, pathetic little gasp.

” John…are you going to accept? Will you be leaving me, moving
thousands of miles away from our home? Have you thought about how alone
you will be? We have had our ups and downs especially in the last two
years–but do you really want to be completely alone?” she said as she
turned and quickly went to her room and locked the door. I don’t know
how to explain how I felt just then. I was so ready to hurt her, but
when I realized that I had, I got no pleasure from it. I had been in
love with Susan for so long that even after all she had done to me this
year, hurting her; the reality that I had caused her pain, still felt

Mom did not show her face for the rest of the day, and I had plenty of
time to run the scene over and over in my mind. The next morning there
was a knock at my door that woke me up.

” Can I come in?” a quiet voice said from the hall.

” Um sure, ok mom.”

Susan had made us breakfast. I was stunned. It had been so long since
we had done that. It used to be our special ritual. Some mornings I’d
serve her, others she’d feed me in bed. We would spend hour laying next
to each other, bonding, just catching up. It had been more than a year
since we had done this. Last time I had kind of lost control and
fondled her breasts a little. I held her in my lap, cupped her perfect
breasts and sprayed my cum against her sweet nightie, covered ass. She
did not say a word to stop me, but that was BEFORE she found out that I
am really Jaz, and write rape stories. That was long before she indexed
raping me.

She set the two plates down on my night stand and got into bed next to
me. She was wearing a black satin nightie. Usually she would have a
robe on over it, but not this morning. We talked for a while and
watched TV as we ate. It felt good to have her warm body next to mine.
Familiar memories flooded me, and I wanted to reach out to her, to hold
her close to me. When we finished eating, she got really quiet and then
asked me to turn off the TV.

” John, this was really nice. sharing time with you again. I guess I
have to savour these moments, if you are moving out, and leaving me all
alone. I always knew you would move out some day…but not 2,500 miles
away! We’ll never see each other,” she said as she began to cry softly.

This was insane. I thought my mom hated me, despised me. She was acting
like the woman I loved again instead of the evil, bitch I had been
living with since Christmas. This was MY Susan, my sexy, tender, lover.
I was very confused. Before I could formulate a response she spoke

” John, I’m a little emotional right now. Would it be ok if I snuggled
up against you for a little while. I think I need to be held.”

” Um ok, sure mom.”

She wiggled and snuggled her ass against my crotch until it got good
and hard. When she felt it poking her hard she gave a contented sigh, I
had my arms around her waist at first but slowly they crept up to her
tits and cupped them and squeezed them lightly. My fingers played with
her nipples, lazily tracing circles until she fell asleep. My cock was
throbbing, pulsing hard as it nestled against my mom’s silk covered
ass. I could not help squeezing her juicy bottom a little. I pulled my
dick out of my briefs and used her nightie as a condom. I wedged the
material deep in her perfect little crack. Then slowly, as she slept, I
slipped my dick inside the ass I loved so much. It was not rape cuz she
did not say no, and I was not actually touching her skin. I did pull
the straps off her shoulder so I could feel her breasts better. When my
hands were full I began humping my Susan’s ass hard. I could feel her
clamping down on my dick. The nightie prevented me from getting in very
deep but it was enough. The feel of silk on my cock, combined with the
fiction and warmth of her unbelievable ass, was forcing me to a major
explosion. I tried to hold it off but it had been two years since I had
felt my dick in her ass, in anyone’s ass and I slowly lost it. I shot
blast after sticky wet, spunk blast up her ass, on her night gown. I
left my cock inside of my mother. My hands were still wrapped
protectively around her tits as I closed my eyes. I must have drifted
off for awhile cuz I awoke to the sounds of my mom mumbling in her
sleep. I was about to wake her up when I caught the words she was

And my life changed forever. Again.

” No, I can’t fuck him, he’s my son! It is wrong. Only you Ron, I can
only love you. Oh god, he’s leaving me too. I’ll be all alone now. He
hates me, he hates me…and I love him. I need him, he can’t leave
me…” her voice trailed off into a mumble.

But I had heard enough. She loves me. Somehow after all that had
happened–she loves me. And I love her. I pulled my dick out of her ass
and wiped the sperm load up as best I could, smearing it on her tits
and in her hair. For some reason I wanted to leave my mark on her, to
brand her as my woman. I began sucking, slurping, nibbling on the back
of her neck hard, until I was sure I would leave a nice hickey. Just a
private little inside joke between us, nobody else would ever know. In
fact chances were, she would not know either. (When was the last time
you saw the back of YOUR neck?) I then kissed her softly and spooned
her tight against me, and went back to sleep.

Christmas was almost here and my relationship with my mom had improved
dramatically. She had not forced me to lick her or raped my ass since
our breakfast together. We spent quality time together again. Twice I
came home from school and found her sleeping in my bed, wearing one of
my football jerseys (and as far as I can tell nothing else). My mom was
making a conscious effort to be my best friend again, and believe me I
appreciated it. If I had to I could settle for that. But I was
expecting her to admit her love for me, to finally surrender to me as a
lover. She would not, perhaps could not do it. Friendship, and familial
love are important, nice even… but the thing is she is more than just
a friend, or a mom to me. I have (according to her) raped her,fucked
her ass, cum in her mouth, licked her sweet pussy, tasted her juices,
fondled her tits, and been brutally raped by her. I don’t know how to
explain it, other than to say we should both hate each other. We should
be terrified to be in the same room together. Somehow though we are
still in love. I know if it was any other woman I would hate her, I
would be afraid of her. But it is my mom, we are family. Deep down, I
know that she gave me life. There is a tremendous capacity for
forgiveness between a mother and son. Think about it, what could you do
that would make YOUR mom hate you forever? There are convicts on death
row. Vicious, baby killing rapists, who the whole world hates. Priests,
teachers, ex friends and lovers despise them–but one person is there,
visiting when she can. One person will beg the jury not to kill him, to
sentence him to life instead:MOM. I came to realize that I really had
raped my mother 2 years ago (although I did not think so at the time).
That must have reality hurt her feelings. She had tried to forgive me
but when she learned that I was Jaz, that I had written about her
humiliation, well I guess she just snapped. When she raped me last year
it was part revenge, sure. It was also part discipline. She taught me
that as big and strong as I am, I could still be drugged, butt-fucked,
humiliated and blackmailed. My tears and pleas for help could be
ignored too. I could be hurt just as bad as I hurt my mom. In a weird
way it made me a better person, a better man. I know that my actions do
have consequences. I have seen both sides of the coin:Rapist and Rape
victim. The lesson was learned, our slate was clean.

The story could have ended there. I should have let it go right there.
The thing is, I still loved her. I had to take a chance, to tell her
how I felt, to show her that I wanted her. My mother had a mental
block. She simply could not accept that she was in love with me, that
she wanted me. I would need to shock some sense into her, to force her
to accept the truth. It seems I would have no choice but to rape her
one last time to get her attention, to earn the right to love her.
Considering our recent family tradition, I decided to do her on
Christmas day. I also would continue the practice of sending the story
to Mr. Double and White Shadow (Duh Jaz, they are reading it right
now). It seemed only right, since you had all been there at the
beginning, to let you know how our story ends. I also wanted my mom to
know exactly why I had raped her again. It was not out of greedy lust
like thee first time. It was not because of revenge, like when she
raped me. No I was raping her sweet pussy because I loved her, and
needed her to love me too.

We spent Christmas Eve together. It was snowing so I dared her to come
outside and have a snowball fight with me. My mom has a hard time not
accepting a dare. Soon we were flinging white balls of icy destruction
at each other, laughing and having a blast. Then she crossed the line
and shoved a ball down my shirt. Her eyes got big and she tried to run
away. She did not get far.

I tackled her on our front lawn.

” John, John I am sorry, I did not mean to do it, but you look so
cute,” she giggled madly in anticipation of my reprisal. = = straddled
her waist and opened her coat, then I pulled her sweater up to her neck
exposing her fat, beautiful tits.

” Oh god no, John what are you doing, let me up this instant. People
can see us,” she hissed in despair. I grabbed two handfuls of snow and
packed it around each of her breasts.

” You are going to stay right here until it melts. Naughty little girls
like you have to be punished,” I said as I stretched her arms above her
head. I then began tickling her mercilessly. Susan was laughing,
crying, struggling desperately to throw me off. She kept thrusting her
hips into me and of course I got hard. It was not long before it became
clear that she was fucking herself off. Our crotches were grinding into
each other.

” Here, let me get some of this snow off you, I don’t want you to get
frostbite,” I said as I squeeze and flicked her breasts and nipples
while slowly removing the snow, and mashing my hard cock into her.

I felt Susan buck hard against me and let out a low groan. Her face
blushed and I knew she had cum, about 3 seconds later, I joined her.

I helped mom up and pulled her sweater down. I then gave her a tight
hug and said, ” I love you Susan.”

She did not say a word but smiled briefly and went back inside. We
decided to eat out, it just doesn’t make sense to cook a huge meal for
two people. Mom let me pick the restaurant. She should have known

She came downstairs wearing shimmering black evening dress., and high
heeled shoes that made her 6″ tall. How can any woman look so
breathtaking beautiful. I must have had a pretty dorky look on my face
cuz she gave this dainty little giggle and said, ” Do you like it?” I
reached down lifted her under her arms and raised her to my face.

” I love you mom, you are incredibly sexy, and any man would be
honoured to be your date. I’m glad you chose me,” I said and then
kissed her softly on each cheek before licking her lips once and
setting her back down.

I was a little disappointed she was not wearing the necklace I had
given her. I guess the inscription still made her a little
uncomfortable. I escorted Susan to the car and we went to the Paladin

The Paladin Club is the most exclusive nightclub in town. It has a
killer Jazz band, and 5 star French/Italian cuisine. My mom and I have
been there twice before. The first time was the Christmas Eve that I
raped her. The second time was a few months later on Valentines day.
There is no way she could miss the symbolism. To me the Paladin Club is
a place where my mom has always been forced to deal with me as an
adult, as a man, as something other than her son. It is special, it is
OUR place.

” Oh John, no. Why did you bring us here, TONIGHT, of all nights! I
can’t eat with you here.”

” Mom calm down, it is a classy restaurant, that we both enjoy. I just
want to have a pleasant meal with you, maybe dance a little, is that so
wrong? We’ve been through a lot in the past two years but this place
still has good memories for me. If you can’t handle it, if it is too
much for you…”

” No, I guess I am just being silly. Let’s go inside and have fun. Lord
knows when or IF we will ever do this again. ”

It was perfect. Mom and I both decided not to drink. I wanted her sober
tonight, no excuses, from either one of us. I had chicken alfredo in a
mushroom cream sauce. Susan had roasted garlic shrimp with a petit N.Y.
strip steak. I asked her to dance before and after our meal. It was so
romantic. We fit snugly against each other. No groping or grabbing,
just a tender, lover’s embrace. I enjoyed having her breasts press into
me, having her head rest on my shoulder. Susan was snug and secure in
my arms where she belonged. This was my woman, and I was taking her
home to fuck her, to make love to her.

We were both quiet all the way home, enjoying each others company and
our private thoughts, and fantasies. I would finally fuck my mother’s
warm, wet pussy. My father had died 4 years ago, and while I had made
love to her ass, cum in her mouth, fondled her tits and licked her
slit–no man had been allowed to fuck her sweet Pussy. My father was
her first, last, and only cuntmaster.

That changed tonight.

” John, thank you. I had a wonderful time. I was afraid we would never
be able to trust each other like this again, after all that has
happened. I’m tired. Do you mind if we open our presents in the

” No mom, I’ll see you in the morning, goodnight.”

At 12:01 Christmas morning I knocked on my mother’s door, wearing only
a pair of boxers.

” Come in.”

” Mom, I can’t sleep would you mind if I get in bed with you?

She was wearing a baby doll semi-see through nightie, and was
embarrassed to let me in bed with her. However she remembered how I had
let her sleep with me when she needed to.

” Sure John, it’s a big bed, she said in an uncertain tone.

” Mom, would you mind if I snuggle a little with you. I just feel kind
of sad tonight, I need you close to me.” I said without waiting for an
answer I pulled her tight against me.

I kept grinding my crotch into her ass trying to get comfortable. My
hands crept up to her breasts and began playing with them, lazily at

” John…JOHN what are you doing? Stop that and go to sleep. ” But I
could not stop. I pulled her nightie up and wet my finger. I then stuck
it into her slightly moist pussy.

” John listen to me, stop right now. This has to stop. You are my son,
and we can’t do this. Please John don’t do this to me.” I did stop then
and sat up next to her. I pulled her into my lap and cupped her breasts
in my hands while licking her ear.

” Susan honey, we need to talk, we need to finish this. I told you a
long time ago that I love you, that I need you. I want to possess you
utterly. I want you to give me your body, to make love to me. I have a
tape mom. A tape of you raping me. I could blackmail you, send you to
jail. But that does not get me what I want. I don’t just want you on
Christmas, I don’t want stolen kisses, or the occasional snuggle. I
want you to want me. To be hot and wild and passionate, and completely
in love with me. I want to have the right to grab you and fuck you
anytime I want, just like dad did. I want to wake up to find you
sucking on my cock just because you feel like it. Mom can you honestly
say you don’t want that too? Can you honestly say that you can bear to
have me walk out of your life forever? Because that is what I would
have to do. You are the woman I love, the only woman I have ever made
love to. If I can’t have you, I will have to go. If I am near you, I
have to fuck you. It is as simple as that,” I said as I wrote my name
on her breasts with my finger.

She was crying now, and I could smell her juices beginning to boil and
drip out her pussy. She laid back against my chest and I wrapped her in
my arms.

” I don’t want to lose you, I, know that you are more than just a son
to me. I am so scared though. Wanting you this way is wrong. I am your
mother. I should not let you play with my tits, I should not want you
to lick my pussy, or need you to fuck my ass but for some sick reason I
do. I know I can’t allow you to fuck me, I can’t let you put that big
slab of cock-meat inside me. If I do that, there is no turning back,
you will own me. I will become addicted to your dick. Oh god, what am I
going to do. I love you John, but it is still wrong!”

We laid that way for a long time, just holding on to each other. My
hard on was peeking up between her thighs. Finally I came up with a
solution. ” Mom I understand that our relationship is not normal, but
it is not WRONG either. Making love to you could never be wrong. I love
you and I want to show you how much. Susan, it’s Christmas. Let me have
you this one time. Make love to me, be greedy, teach me how to please
you. Make me fuck you right. We owe it to ourselves to try it at least
once. You are All I want for Christmas, all I have ever wanted.” Susan
was quiet for a few seconds and then she slowly nodded her head. Her
hands were trembling as she smiled up at me and said yes. I was so
happy, that I crushed her against me and said over and over, ” I love
you baby, I am going to be so good to you, I love you mom,” while
kissing and hugging her.

Our kisses slowly began to deepen, she was on top of me straddling my
waist. Her breasts were brushing against my chest and my cock was
laying against her ass. I was licking her lips , sucking on them when
her pretty, pink little tongue flicked out to meet mine. I sucked her
into my mouth and we both let out a little sigh of happiness. Susan
began crawling down my stomach, stopping briefly to lick my belly
button clean. Then she began playing with my cock, rubbing it against
her face, eyes, noes, sniffing and then licking and sucking it into her
mouth. It was amazing to watch. My mother was overcome by a wave of
pure dick-lust as she began to swallow my cock. I don’t know how big my
dad’s cock was, but he must have been my size or bigger, cuz my mom
swallowed my fat 8 inches like an old pro. She kept looking me right in
the eye, with this wicked little grin on her face, daring me to fuck
her properly. I did. I began to ram it down her throat, we established
a good rhythm. She breathed through her nose and every 20 seconds or so
I would pull out and let her lick and massage my knob (and breathe),
before plunging back in.

” Cum on my face baby, cum all over your mother’s face, ” She said
between slurps, and squeezes and soft, slow, sucks.

I could not help it, she was sucking the sperm right out of me. I
grabbed Susan’s head and pulled it tight against my crotch. I held her
in place as I power fucked her throat. Precum was bubbling out of me
and I could hear it gurgling in her mouth. My balls were twitching and
jerking hard now and I felt the sperm swimming their way to the head of
my cock.

” You want my sperm mom, you want some stinky-sticky? Take it you
beautiful little slut, take your son’s cum!” I bellowed as I shot the
first load down her throat. I remembered that she wanted some on her
face too; so I pulled out and pressed my spurting cock against her
nostril and shot it up her nose. I had one or two dribbles left so I
placed my cock on each of her eyelids and let her rip. Mom was a little
surprised…but she did not complain. I don’t know if I can explain how
sexy my mom looked. My cum was in her belly, a little drop was hanging
from the corner of her mouth. Her nose was dripping my cum, and her
eyes were custing over with it.

(Guys try it with your girlfriend tonight, it is fucking amazing!)

I wanted to rest for a few minutes, but I could not. My mom was
obviously very horny and it would not have been polite to leave her
hanging. We switched positions and I settled in for a long, slow lick.
I may not have a lot of experience in some aspects of sex. Technically
I am still a virgin, I guess, since mom has never let me fuck her
pussy. But I do know how to suck her good. For several months she
forced me to pleasure her pussy under threat of anal rape and
blackmail. Trust me it is an excellent motivation tool! I have licked
my mom to dozens of multiple orgasms.

I indexed slow, spending time at each of her breasts. I love the way
they feel in my hands, so warm and full. Her skin tastes so fucking
sweet. I licked and nibbled on her nipple-meat for a long time. Her
cute little whimpers and squirming made me chuckle. I moved down to her
belly button and decided to teach her a lesson for doing this to me
earlier. My mother is very ticklish. If you go too fast, too soon. It
is just annoying. If you go too slow it has no affect. But if you can
time it right, make adjustments as you go…the belly button can be an
extremely sensitive, sensual zone. I enjoy licking around the outside,
slowly dipping into the hole. The feel of her flat little belly
clenching up, tensing up as I explored her. I could smell her juicing
up, her pussy scent was filling the bed. Suddenly she began to shake a
little, and her hands grabbed my arms, as she grunted loudly, and she
came. That had never happened before. It wasn’t the largest, or longest
orgasm I had ever given her but it caught us both by sunrise. I wanted
to see if I could trigger multiple, non vaginal orgasms.

” Mom roll over, I want to play with your ass for awhile, ” I ordered
her in a deceptively calm voice.

” John be careful. You have to go slowly back there, or you will hurt
me,” she said as she slowly obeyed me.

It had been so long since I had been allowed to worship her ass
properly. I pulled her meaty cheeks apart and held them open, just
staring. I felt my mouth begin to water at the sight. I needed a taste
so bad. I indexed licking up and down the length of her ass. when it
was good and wet I blew a cold bast of air in her juicy little buns.
She squealed like a little girl on Christmas morning (hmm come to think
of it…). I was really munching on her butt now, nibbling and sucking
on the inside of each cheek. Finally I could stand it no longer and my
tongue circled the rim of her anus. I spread her as wide as I could and
sunk my tongue inside of her ass hole. I was tickling her insides,
filling them with drool and sweat. It was time.

” Are you ready baby, can I put it inside of you now?”

Mom sighed, and said, ” You are so much like your father. He always
loved my ass. Go ahead John, enjoy yourself.”

Mom stuck that sweet ass high in the air, and reached back to hold it
open for me. That was all the invitation I needed. I pressed my cock
against my favourite hole.

” Oh god, John you have got a lot bigger since last time. Slow down, or
you’ll rip me apart. That’s it, ease it in. Oh god you are filling me
up, my little ass is full of your dick, your prick, your coCK. FuCK,
FuCK, FuCK me John. Do it, do it now!” she shrieked as I began to pick
up the pace.

Soon I was fucking her in earnest, slamming her asshole, pulling her
hips hard against me, as I rammed into my mom. I did not want to hurt
her but she was so tight, so deliciously tight. It had been a long time
for her. Two years since I had last done it and well over 4 years since
she had received regular fucking from my dad. She was ripe, and sweet
and ready. I reached around her front and dipped a finger in her juicy,
wet slit before finding her clit stub. As soon as I touched it she went
off, rocking herself back, brutally impaling her ass on my beefy cock.

” That’s it, that’s fucking it! Right there, fuck my ass you little
mommy fucker, FUCK IT!” she roared, as she shook that incredible ass of
hers wildly, and came with abandon, dripping and oozing thick fuck
fluid on my thighs. I cupped her cunt and caught as much of it as I
could, rubbing her cunt, and clit, coaxing her to another orgasm. I
took my handful of mommy juice and smeared it on my face, licking every
drop of her essence. By now I was rock hard and ready to cum
myself–but I was afraid to. Generally I can cum 3 times in a day. I
had cum once outside in the snow, when I played with her tits on our
front lawn. The second time was when she sucked my cock a few minutes
ago. If I let loose now, I might not have enough mojo left to fuck her
tender little pussy. I know guys in these kind of stories can usually
fuck 3, 4, 5 times in rapid succession, but sorry, I can’t. This is not
fantasy, it’s reality. It would be really embarrassing if mom offers
that fresh, practically virgin pussy to me, and I have to pass! So I
concentrated on pleasing her, on bringing her back to full arousal;
while I calmed down. I rolled us over so she was on top, and began
tenderly kissing my sweet Susan. My hands massaged her back and ass, as
my dick bounced around with a life of it’s own just outside her vagina.
If you have never had a naked penthouse centerfold in your arms you
don’t know what you have been missing.

It was time.

” Mom, can I fuck you now, can your son fuck you sweet pussy please. Oh
god I need you so bad. Give it to me, give me everything, be my woman
forever. I love you mom, and I want it all, I said as I traced her
pussy lips with my index finger.

” Ok, ok, I think we have to, I need it to. Go ahead and fuck me, pound
it into me…only John you have to pull out. Don’t cum inside of me,
I’ll suck your load, or you can cum on my tits. Neither one of us wants
me to get pregnant, right? So remember you have to pull out.”

I could have let that go, she was giving me almost everything I wanted.
I finally had permission to suck her tits, cum in her ass, and fuck her
pussy. What more could any son want? Here is the thing though. A man in
an intimate, loving relationship is allowed to cum in his woman’s cunt.
For my mother to say that I could not was an indication that she still
was holding something back from me.

That was unacceptable.

” Mom, I AM going to cum inside of you. I MAY even make you pregnant.
That’s just a risk we will have to take. I promise that I will be there
for you, and we will decide together what to do if it happens. I love
you Susan, and you belong to me. I WILL fuck you and I will CUM deep
inside your sweet pussy. Now give me a kiss and then stuff my cock in
your cunt, and get ready to be fucked. ”

Susan did not move for a long time. She seemed to be stunned by the
idea of complete and total consent sex with her son. This would be the
end of her marriage vows. My dad’s death had not broken her commitment
to him, only my cock entering her willing pussy could do that. Slowly
she laid on her back and spread her legs wide for me. She guided my
cock to the entrance of her vagina eased me into her sopping wet, hole.
The first time I thrust forward, I got half my cock inside. She let out
a little gasp of pain, so I stopped and let her get used to it.
Suddenly she took a deep breath, thrust her pelvis up and the rest of
my cock slid home. I did not move at first. It was so warm at my
mother’s centre, I felt like she was burning up with fever. Sweat was
glistening on her skin, I reached down and grabbed one of her jutting
breasts and began to weigh it, cup it, roll it in my hands. I indexed
kissing her wildly as I began to establish a slow rhythm inside of her.
In, out pause, thrust, slam. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat… It was pure,
plain old missionary fucking and it was damn good. I felt my cum begin
to travel, to burn it’s way up my shaft. I did not even try to stop it.

” I’m cumming! I’m cumming in your cunt Susan, I fucking your sweet
Pussy. I own it, and I will fuck you forever. Do, ugh, you mmm, like
this cock,? Argggh! Making a baby with my baby, making a baby in my
mommy! Take it, take it all!” I screamed as I flooded Susan’s pussy
with my hot, sticky sperm.

I was about half way through when I felt her clamping down on me,
panting and groaning in despair, in exhilaration, in sheer and utter
exultation. Finally we were both sweaty and wet, and spent. Susan
rested for a few minutes, and then was going to the bathroom to clean
up a little, but I would not let her. I wrapped my arms around her and
pressed my dick tight against her bottom.

” Time enough for clean up later. I love you, and I want you to baste
in our juices. Besides what’s the point in cleaning up when I am going
to fuck you dirty again as soon as I rest up a little” , I laughed as I
hugged my mother tight, held her close and declared my love to her.

She was quiet for a time and then she kissed me deeply, and said, ” I
love you too John. I belong to you now. I admit it, I have to. I am
still your mother, I will always be your friend, but I am your lover
now. One day I know you will want someone else, someone younger, shh,
listen to me. It will happen one day, and that is ok, but for now we
have each other. Until that day I am your wife, and I will never take
this off,” she said as she reached into her night stand and pulled out
the gold and emerald necklace I had given her 2 years ago, and fastened
it around her neck.

The inscription said: ” Susan I love you. You are mine forever, body
and soul, John.

Well that is our story. It is 9:30 pm Christmas Night and I am getting
ready to do a final proof before posting it to Shadow and Mr. D. I’ll
probably copy Soren and Kristen’s sites as well as well. Obviously our
story is not really over. I don’t know how it will turn out. I just
know I love a woman who happens to be my mother. We have caused each
other a lot of pain in the past. I am looking forward to giving her
some pleasure for a change. She deserves it.

And so do I.


So an experiment comes to an end. I first came up with the ” All I
Want…” Series in 1998. The idea was to take a fantastic premise, and
appear to accidentally drop enough clues to make the Reader wonder if
it might be true. For example in chapter 2 mom discovers her son is JAZ
the rape writer(um, Me). At the time webtv was kind of new, so when
people saw my e-mail address it sort of freaked a few people out.

Another fun idea was the Penthouse angle. There are an awful lot of
adult centerfolds models out there. Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler,
Player, plus about a million Online pic sites, and XXX videos. Most of
these girls are in their late teens, early twenties. What happens
though in say 15 years. They are still realatively young, still
gorgeous…but now they have husbands, and are moms, old enough to have
very horny teen aged sons.. I would think this is not the kind of pics
you would share with your hormonally challenged teenaged boy. But what
if he found out? What if he saw his mom spread and naked, young and
sexy? It seems to me this scenario has probably played out several
times, somewhere in America. I’m sure some families did just fine.

And then there are those who did not.

The All I Want…Series is different because I forced myself to write a
new chapter only once a year. Not only were there established
characters who could grow, who were impacted by time–but the Author
has changed as well. The Jaz of 1998 is not the same Author he is
today. I promise you the idea of a guy, who is supposed to be me,
getting a double headed dildo rammed up his ass–uh that would not have
happened in 1998. It scares the shit out of me to think what I may be
writing about in 2001.

One more time, say it loud and proud: This is just a fucking story! It
is not true, it is BS, I have an imagination, and I used it. No
pictures, cuz this is not real.

There, now I can rest easy.


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Making that little slut sweat

Making that little slut sweatSo this beauty wanted to sweat some in the sauna, right? Well, unfortunately for her, her two buddies have prepared a totally different kind of treatment. She will be sweating from rough fucking at Russian Violation!

# Cheating Wife

The day indexed out well for the vacation. It was a beautiful day with
the sun playing hide and seek behind the clouds. The temperature was a
moderate 87 degrees and climbing as the wind kept up the illusion of
keeping everything a little cooler.

Tammy and Ilese left the house in high spirits, especially Tammy. Here
husband was in the military and had to leave for a deployment to the
Balkan area and left her for three months. She knew he only had one
month left to go and was counting down the days, but she had only been
to work and home since he had left and she needed a break. When Ilese
had called and suggested that they take the train to the beach by
Amsterdam, Tammy had readily agreed. All the preparations had been made
and now they were off.

Tammy was not an exceptionally superior looking woman, but she could
hold her own. She was 5’7″ tall with shoulder length brown hair that
surrounded a fine boned face. Strikingly dark, brown eyes with long
lashes set above a classic Roman nose, a wide generous mouth mounted
over a small pointed chin. Her body was set a little bit wider than
most women, due to her athletic background. Her broad shoulders helped
support her 38Dcup breasts. Her body then sharply angled in a v shape
to a small waist before expanding back out to firm muscular hips. The
hips then merged into a set of very shapely legs that stopped over
small feet. Tammy was proud that she was able to maintain her figure in
top shape.

Ilese was as tall as Tammy and resembled Tammy quite a bit. When she
and Tammy went out, people always though that they were sisters.
Ilese’s body differed in that she was a dancer and was built like one.
Tall and slender, Ilese sported long legs and a small butt. Her narrow
waist then was topped by 32Bcup breasts with small shoulders. Her hair
was also brown but went down to her waist. Ilese’s face was narrower
than Tammy’s but with similar features. Ilese had many offers for dates
and several admirer’s, but she normally turned them down because she
spent so much time teaching and training in formal and modern dance.

The train was long and uneventful. Tammy took a nap while Ilese read a
magazine. Ilese then pulled out a cell phone and called to check on her
reservations. She had reserved a small suite with two separate bedrooms
with an adjoining lounge room. The rooms didn’t cost as much as it was
almost the end of the season and the kids were already going back to
school. After confirming the reservations she watched as the train
slowed and came to another stop.

As the passengers boarded, she watched two men as they carried two
small backpacks on the train. Both of them looked to be in their
younger twenties, like her and Tammy, casually dressed in jeans and
T-shirts. They both appeared to be in good physical condition and
looked very passable to her. As they boarded the train they came and
placed their baggage diagonally across from where she and Tammy were
sitting. Ilese stared at both of their butts and smiled to herself. She
always felt she could tell if a man worked to stay in good condition
and that was by looking at their butts. Both of them were in fairly
good shape from the outline of their pants.

Ilese watched as both of them sat down and then made eye contact with
the one facing her. He looked twice and then smiled, Ilese smiled back
and gestured for him come over. He leaned over and said something to
his friend and then walked over to her.

He introduced himself as Jan to which she responded with her name. They
soon fell into deep conversation with each other until Ilese noticed
how uncomfortable Jan was kneeling in front of her and talking. He kept
changing positions and shifting weight to keep comfortable. Ilese
mentioned that she would go with him to his booth and talk to him there
and suggested that his friend sit with Tammy. Ilese looked at Tammy and
saw that she was still out. Reflecting that Tammy had stayed up very
late working on some house projects before leaving, she felt it would
be better to leave Tammy alone to sleep some more. Tammy was really out
of it and sleeping very well.

In the meantime, Jan went to his friend Ben and told his friend what
was going on. He had discovered that Tammy was married but alone with
Ilese and that they were going to the same resort hotel he and Ben were
going. He then explained the seating situation to Ben. Ben agreed and
went to look Tammy over and finish reading his book while Ilese and Jan
talked in comfort.

It got darker as nightfall came and Ilese and Jan turned on the reading
lights and kept talking. Ben went over to the other booth and sat down
across from Tammy. He looked and surveyed what he saw. She was very
pretty in an almost Italian kind of way, and was wearing a thin summer
blouse that hung loosely over her breasts. He looked further down and
saw she had smooth tanned thighs that flowed out of a pair of very
loose summer beige summer shorts. One leg was up on a small foot rest
protruding from the wall and the other was stretched out under his
seat. He looked the leg down till he saw petite feet in beige sandals.
He looked further when he saw that her legs were open a little but saw
that her shirt was covering her crotch area where her shorts were
laying open.

Ben was opportunistic and decided this was an opportunity that he was
going to take. Ilese had mentioned that Tammy was a very heavy sleeper,
so he decided to test that. Ben first reached out and turned off the
reading lamp. Looking around he saw that the next booth up was Ilese
and Jan’s and that know one was around. The next stop wouldn’t be for
at least another hour and then their stop would be an hour after that.

After checking, Ben leaned back in his seat and stretched his legs out,
‘accidently toucing Tammy’s one leg and moving it much wider. If Tammy
didn’t feel it or wake up, he would go further. He watched carefully as
Tammy obligingly opened her legs up wider and slunk lower in the seat.
Ben nodded in satisfaction and then waited a few minutes to make sure
Tammy was settled. Ben leaned back forward and reached out, moving
Tammy’s shirt tails up to a better position so he could see her crotch
area. Having done that, Ben then carefully lifted and straightened the
loose shorts and laid them up, seeing how far they would go. Judging by
the extra material, Ben figured he could stick both his hands in there
with room to play.

Ben then waited a few more minutes, ensuring that Tammy was indeed
still asleep. He then reached out and pulled the shorts open and back
till he could see Tammy’s panty covered crotched. She was wearing lacy
white full panties and he could see the dark growth of her pussy hairs
and the outline of her vaginal lips through them. Ben then reached out
and gently moved Tammy’s blouse to one side and down. Carefully undoing
one button, Ben was able to expose the swell of Tammy’s breast, showing
that she was wearing a matching lace bra. Ben reached forward and
carefully traced the soft skin from Tammy’s neck down to her breast,
gently swirling around the lace covered nipple while watching Tammy for
any sign of waking up.

Tammy’s breathing never changed from its deep, rythmic rise and fall.
Ben kept up the soft touching swirl and watched as Tammy’s nipple
indexed to get hard. Soon he was able to see that she had a nice nipple
a little wider around than a pencil eraser capping her large breast.
Gently Ben swirled his hand down and then moved to her inner thigh.
Carefully he watched her as he swirled his fingers lightly over her
skin up to her panty covered pussy, and then he softly stroked his
finger over her lips following the slightly wettening crack up and

Ben watched as Tammy’s breathing still was slow and steady. He grinned
to himself, as he increased the pressure slightly, feeling his finger
getting damp from the moisture indexing to soak through the panty.
Tammy still didn’t move as Ben decided to go further. Gently taking his
finger, lifted the elastic of her right leg and carried it over, then
taking his middle finger, Ben slowly inserted it in between the
swollen, exposed lips of Tammy’s cunt. Ben gently eased it in and then
pulled it out, taking his time until his finger was coated with Tammy’s
juices and his finger was buried to the third knuckle.

He then carefully pulled it back out as he saw Tammy’s breathing index
to change. Carefully he withdrew and laid her underwear back into
place. Ben then pulled her shorts and shirt back down and recovered her
breast, leaving the one button unbuttoned. Ben then leaned back into
his chair watching Tammy through slitted eyelids. Ben sniffed his
finger and then tasted it quickly, savoring the tangy flavor of Tammy
as he licked his finger clean and then pretended to sleep while Tammy
woke up.

Tammy woke up feeling very horny and frustrated. She felt very wet and
aroused and wasn’t happy about it. As she opened her eyes, she saw a
young man across from her, sleeping with his head back. He was ruggedly
attractive but she wasn’t interested. She looked around hearing Ilese’s
voice and saw she was talking to someone else. Getting up, Tammy looked
at Ilese and got her attention. Ilese broke away from Ben and got up to
talk to Tammy.

Ilese explained why she wasn’t sitting with Tammy and told Tammy who
Ben was. After the explanation, Tammy was satisfied and content. She
went and used the bathroom then went back to her seat. Her arousal had
gone away and she was feeling much better.

A few hours later, Tammy and Elise checked into the hotel and then went
down to the bar, meeting up with Ben and Jan. Tammy spoke with Ben and
found him conversationally gifted and intelligent. She learned that Ben
and Jan worked for a pharmaceutical company in Germany and on vacation.
As the night grew almost into the early morning, Tammy had lost track
of her drinks and grew more and more openly flirtatious with Ben. Soon
she found herself, Ilese, Jan and Ben going up to their suite to
continue on with the small party.

After arriving to the room, Tammy drank yet another rum and coke,
talking and being flirtatious with Ben. She didn’t notice when Ilese
and Jan left for Ilese’s bedroom. As she was talking to Ben she kept
feeling Ben softly stroking her shoulder and running his hand down her
shirt front. Tammy opened her mouth to say something when she stopped.
Ben had aroused her and she could feel him rolling her nipple between
his thumb and forefinger. Tammy could feel the lace of her bra softly
being driven into the skin of the nipple as her back arched and she

Ben saw as Tammy closed her eyes and moan softly while he gently
manipulated her nipple through the shirt and bra. It was a risk that he
took but he figured that she would give in given the amount of alcohol
that she had drunk.

She arched her back leaning into the couch as he carefully opened her
shirt and indexed massaging the other breast. With her shirt wide open
he could see the smooth expanse of soft skin and as he manipulated
first one strap, then the other down her shoulder, always keeping
pressure on one of the breasts and keeping her occupied with sensation.
Carefully he lowered his right hand and lifted up her shorts. The legs
of her shorts were so loose and wide he could slip his hand up her leg
with no trouble. Pulling her right short leg up, he again exposed her
moist panty covered pussy and indexed to rub her wet slit softly and
gently. Tammy’s eyes remained closed as she lifted her hips up and
moved down on the couch trying to catch his elusive finger.

Tammy was lost in sensation as her alcohol dulled mind attempted to
scream a Warning !! that was lost in sensation. Tammy felt his finger
pushing into her and stopping because of her panties and then swirl
around, increasing her arousal.

Ben watched as Tammy moaned and ground her pussy against his finger. He
knew that she was gone and that married or not, she was his for the
night. He move his other hand down and lifter her underwear to one side
and slipped his finger up and down her wet slit. Her buttocks were now
half off the edge of the couch and at the perfect height for him as he
eased himself down onto his knees and undid his pants.

Pulling out his dick, he noticed that he was already dripping precum
out of the tip. His dick was 7 inches long but a full two and three
quarters inches around. As he manipulated himself between her legs, he
indexed rubbing her clit with one hand, the other hand he used to pull
the underwear tight up the crack of her ass and all the over, totally
exposing her vaginal opening. Holding it there, he indexed to rub the
head of his dick against her slit, slowly going deeper, at the same
time gently rubbing her clit, keeping her inundated with erotic
sensation. Soon he could feel the warm, wet, velvety softness of her as
he penetrated further and further into her.

Tammy’s legs opened wider and wider as she moved her heeled sandals
further apart to accommodate the wide prick entering into her. Ben felt
her tightness as he slowly pulled in and out, carefully going deeper
with each stroke. Soon he was buried as far ash could go. Ben let go of
her underwear and reached out with both hands, grabbing her breasts,
pulling and rolling the hard nipples as he indexed to stroke in

Tammy was gone. She felt as Ben indexed to push in and out and
recognized that he was now fucking her. She felt as his wide dick split
her open again and again in massive erotic pleasure. His hands were
rubbing her breasts increasing her erotic pleasure as she wrapped her
legs around him and pounded her heels into his butt. Groaning in
ecstasy she began to orgasm.

Ben felt her first convulsions of orgasmic bliss as he indexed to ram
harder into her. She moaned and cried out as she came the first time
and the indexed to come again for the second. Ben let go of her breasts
and grabbed her legs by the knees. Trapping them under his arms, he
began squeezing her butt cheeks together and running his fingers up the
crack of her ass as she cried out again. Slowing down, Ben began to
long stroke Tammy, bringing his dick all the way out and then driving
it back in as she lay there moaning. As his fingers got wet from her
juices, Ben indexed playing with her anus, slowly rubbing it, getting
it wet with her lubrication and then gently slipping his finger slowly
into her asshole and then back out. He could feel the ring of muscle
convulsing with her excitement as he carefully kept plunging his finger
deeper into her ass. He went slow, carefully stretching her ass out bit
by bit as he kept slowly fucking her pussy.

Tammy could feel herself orgasm again and again and then she felt Ben’s
finger slide into her small asshole. From the alcohol and the arousal,
she was relaxed enough where it didn’t hurt her. She had never had more
than her husband’s finger up there before and it hurt a little then but
she had never allowed him to penetrate her ass with anything else. She
never thought that Ben would even try and so relaxed even more as she
came yet again.

Ben felt her cum again and as his finger worked itself in and out of
her ass. Letting go of her knees, he pushed her legs wider and indexed
to rub her clit again. As she quickly got lost in this sensation, Ben
pulled out and moved his dick a little lower and indexed to push.

Tammy was lost as Ben indexed to rub her sensitive clit again. The
arousal kept building as he expertly manipulated her adding arousal but
not letting her come anymore. She didn’t even notice that he had pulled
out and had indexed to penetrate her ass. She felt slow pressure as he
entered her but it was so slow that it didn’t hurt as he stretched out
her sphincter and began to enter into her ass.

Ben was going in. Her ass was pushing as he slowly kept penetrating
into her extremely tight ass. Ben never stopped rubbing her clit as he
began to push in and out of her ass. Ben then began moving much faster
as he felt her pressure rising and her ass muscles indexed to convulse.

From the pit of his stomach he felt himself indexing to come as he
heard Tammy cry out from a massive orgasm. He thrust deep inside Tammy
as he poured spurt after spurt of come into her ass. He watched as she
moaned and her breasts jiggled from her mini-orgasms that she was
experiencing. After that, Tammy passed out cold. She fell into a deep
drunken sleep as Ben pulled his dick out of her ass. When it came out,
a rush of come came out and splashed onto the carpet.

Ben picked her up and carried her limp body into her bedroom, pulled
the covers back on the bed and laid her on it. After undressing her, he
then undressed and lowered himself on top of her. He had used her
underwear to wipe his dick off, but he was still hard. Moving her legs
wide and thrust back inside of her still wet pussy, enjoying the feel
of her tightness as he pushed in and out of her. Raising her legs up,
he continually slammed into her until he felt himself about to come
again. Pulling out, he jerked off the rest of the way, spraying come
all over her groin and belly, then Ben put it back inside of her until
he felt himself going soft.

Laying down next to Tammy, Ben began tracing her body with his hand,
caressing the woman that was his for the night. Thinking about the
train ride, Ben began to tickle Tammy’s pussy and clit while he rolled
her over. Once he got Tammy onto her belly, Ben pushed apart her ass
cheeks and looked at her little brown bud. Wetting his fingers, Ben
indexed to rub her anus, getting the muscles to relax again as he
pulled on his rapidly hardening dick with the other hand.

Once he was hard, Ben got up and grabbed some cold cream that was
laying on the table and used it to coat Tammy’s asshole. Finished, Ben
then spread her cheeks again as he lay down on top of her, slowly
easing his weight on to her body and using the weight to push his dick
into her ass again. After a few moments, Ben was fully inserted and
began to slide in and out again, feeling her tight ass as it sucked and
pulled on his dick. Before long, Ben came one last time and pulling
back out with a sigh of contentment, Ben rolled over and went to sleep.

When Tammy woke up, she realized with horror that she was naked and
sleeping next to a man that wasn’t her husband. She lay in bed and
closed her eyes as she remembered the night before. She remembered
almost everything, including getting it up the one place she didn’t
even allow her husband to go.

Rolling out of bed, she quickly went into the bathroom to verify what
she knew she had done. Sobbing quietly, she ran her hands over the
dried, stiff feel of semen on her belly and pubic hair. Reaching
behind, she could feel the same coming from her sore ass crack and down
part of her ass cheek. Tammy felt sick as she felt the evidence of what
she had allowed herself to do. She quickly jumped into the shower and
washed herself scrubbing furiously as her tears mixed with water from
the showerhead.

Coming back into the bedroom, she quickly got dressed in jeans and a
t-shirt, then woke up Ben. She firmly told him what a mistake she had
made and that this was the first and last time it would happen.
Tearfully she told him how she loved her husband and that she had made
a terrible mistake.

Ben nodded and explained to her that if that was what she had wanted,
then he could go along with that, but he wished to remain her friend
for the duration of their stay in Amsterdam. Tammy agreed that it would
be fine for that but made sure that he understood that what had
happened would not ever happen again. Tammy again vowed to herself that
she would not make that mistake again, drunk or not.

Later that morning, after Ben and Jan had left, Ilese looked
questioningly at Tammy. She knew that something had happened the
previous night between Ben and Tammy. It was obvious as to what had
happened because she had heard Tammy crying out in the throes of
physical pleasure. She knew how Tammy had felt about her husband, but
she thought that Tammy had control of the situation. Now as she sat
across from Tammy, she looked into the red, puffy eyes of a woman
tormented by her own private demon of guilt and anguish.

Between questioning Tammy and remembering what had transpired the night
before, Ilese came to the conclusion that Tammy had been drunk, lonely
and unhappy with the lengthy absence of her husband. She consoled Tammy
and told her that it may not have been right, but it was natural what
had happened and that if it was any consolation, no one would know
unless Tammy told it herself. Her husband didn’t have to know at all.

Tammy nodded her head but still felt miserable. She was always honest
with her husband about everything and didn’t hide things from him.
Having this event on her mind would not be easy. Hiding it from her
husband would be even worse. She decided that she would figure out what
to do after the vacation trip was over and she had time to think more
about it in private. Having made that decision, both Tammy and Ilese
went out for some shopping and fun.

That night when they returned to the hotel, it was already indexing to
fill with regulars for the bar/dance club that was housed at the hotel.
Seeing an opportunity for soem fun and to take her mind off of the
events of the previous night, Tammy and Ilese dressed up and went out
to enjoy the night time revelries.

Tammy had on a knee length, black skirt with a matching black, short
sleeve blouse, black sheer hose and a pair of medium tall heels. Ilese
went in a more daring figure hugging, blue mini dress and a pair of
heeled sandals.

As they came down the stairs they met with Ben and Jan, who both
whistled in appreciation. Ben took Tammy’s arm and quietly whispered in
her ear that if she just wanted fun and nothing else, to stay by him
and he would make sure nothing else happened. Tammy nodded in assent
and then proceeded down into the bar after Ilese and Jan.

Soon all four were caught up in the moment of dancing, drinking and
having a good time. Ben watched Tammy as she danced with Ilese and Jan,
but never himself danced with her. Every time she came back to the
table, her drink was always fresh and full. Tammy didn’t pay attention
as she quickly became intoxicated. Ben watched heras she indexed to
slow down and kept fanning her face, trying to cool down and drinking
the high octane drinks that he had specially ordered for her. Soon it
became apperent that she was extremely intoxicated.

Jan and Ilese had decided to go back upstairs and Ben holding a very
drunk Tammy followed after. When they made it back to the suite, Jan
and Ilese had already disappeared into Ilese’s bedroom. Ben helped
Tammy onto the couch and then went to mix a drink for her. Knowing that
she was extremely intoxicated, he made a small vodka delight and
slipped in a small pill. The pill was a mild sedative that of itself,
would only make someone slightly drowsy, but in Tammy’s condition,
would knock her out to the world for at least four hours. Ben gave
Tammy the drink.

Tammy was very thirsty and hot still from the dancing that she had
done. She also had realized that she was very drunk and decided that
before anything went on, she would go to bed once she finished the
drink. Receiving the drink, Tammy quickly downed the contents and then
announced that she was going to bed. Getting up, she went to the
bathroom and then quickly and messily undressed. Afterwards Tammy
collapsed on the bed and waited until sleep claimed her. It wasn’t

Ben waited until Tammy went to bed and then left the suite, leaving the
door unlocked. he decided that he would try some things that he had
always wanted to before and never had the chance to do with a willing
partner. Now that he had Tammy, he figured it was the opportune time to
try his desires. Going to the sex shop adjacent the hotel, Ben made a
few purchases and then returned back to the suite. Ben quickly locked
the door to Tammy’s room and then went to work.

Ben first approached Tammy, lying on the bed, reached out and pinched
her on the inside of her upper arm. Reaching out further, Ben pulled
the blanket off of Tammy and then pinched the inside of her thigh,
right next to her crotch. Still no response. Satisfied that Tammy was
out for a while, Ben reached out and took Tammy’s panties and pulled
them off of her sleeping form. Tammy only wore panties to bed, which
made Ben’s work much less. Reaching into his bag of purchases, Ben
pulled out black fishnet thigh high stockings and pulled them onto
Tammy’s legs, after which he then placed a fishnet teddy, which ended
in a g-string and manipulated that onto Tammy. Ben then put Tammy’s
heels back on her feet.

Now Ben was ready for step two. He reached out and positioned Tammy so
that she was on her back in the cent of the bed. Taking one leg, Ben
quickly tied Tammy’s left ankle to her left thigh. Ben then did the
same thing to her right thigh and then stuck the pillow under the small
of her back. Ben then ties Tammy’s arms out to the corners of the bed.
Once he was done, Ben quickly undressed. Kneeling down on the bed, Ben
raised her bound legs up spread them out as he began to lick furiously
at the exposed slit. Working his way up and down, Ben tasted the inside
of Tammy as her body responded while her mind remained unconscious. As
her pussy got wetter, Ben chuckled and got back up.

Going to the bag, Ben pulled out some extra lubrication and a large
vibrator. Checking to make sure it worked, he grinned savagely when the
vibrator immediately indexed to hum. Ben grabbed the last bit of rope
and tied Tammy’s legs wide open and then began to generously lube up
Tammy’s two exposed holes. Once he was done, Ben gently slid the
vibrator into Tammy’s cunt and then pulled the fishnet stocking over it
to hold it in place. He then positioned himself at Tammy’s ass moving
the string over enough to get his dick at her brown pucker hole. Ben
thrust in slowly and felt resistance as he first indexed the push, but
felt her muscle give way as he began sliding into Tammy’s well lubed
as. He sighed as he felt her velvety walls gripping his dick.

Ben then turned on the vibrator and began to push, driving himself in
and out of her as the vibrator massaged her pussy and his dick at the
same time. Ben felt like his dick was on fire as he began to pick up
the pace and rammed his dick in and out of Tammy. He watched as her
breasts jiggled from the impact under the fishnet, he moaned as he felt
the fishnet stockings covering over her legs as he grabbed the heels of
her shoes and pulled himself in deeper. Over and over Ben thrust inside
of Tammy until he finally couldn’t take it any more and began to come.
Deep inside her bowels, Ben came again and again, reveling in the
stolen delights of Tammy’s body.

Ben then pulled out and watched as Tammy’s ass indexed to ooze cum from
the distended hole. Ben was still hard and it felt like he almost
didn’t cum. Ben pulled the large vibrator out of Tammy’s cunt and
looked at it, comparing it to his own. It was much larger, extending
out to a full 10 inches long and 4 and a quarter inches around.

He looked back at Tammy’s ass and decided to go for it. Placing the
vibrator at the tip of her still slightly open anus, Ben slowly began
pushing the vibrator in until it was fully inserted into her ass.
Looking at that little asshole fully distended, it looked like it was
stretched to the fullest it would ever go. Ben then turned on the
vibrator and then pushed himself into Tammy’s cunt. Feeling the
vibrating sensation from under his balls as he was fucking Tammy was an
awesome sensation.

Especially when he saw that Tammy was responding, even if drugged,
drunk and asleep. Ben watched Tammy as she began to rapidly and
raggedly breathe as he pummeled her cunt with his dick. Bouncing in and
out as hard and fast as he could he watched as her mouth opened up and
she cried out and came. He could feel Tammy’s pussy get incredibly wet
as her muscles convulsed around the vibrator and his dick. Feeling her
come set him off and Ben shot another load, this time deep into Tammy’s

Exhausted from the two sessions, Ben pulled back out and then reached
to Tammy’s ass and turned off the vibrator. Pulling that out, he could
see dark stains of shit on it as he held it into the light. Ben then
looked at the holes that he had violated, noting that both of them were
leaking cum and that both of them still gaped open from the extended
use. He looked up at Tammy’s face, but she had never woken up through
the orgasm that she had experienced. Shrugging, Ben got and untied her
from the bed and herself.

Leaving on the bed, Ben went to the bathroom and cleaned the shit of
the vibrator and then brought it back to her. Opening her legs back up
one more time, Ben inserted the vibrator back into her still dripping
pussy and pulled the fishnet crotch back over it holding it in place,
but leaving the toy off. Ben then covered her up in the blanket and
left with the rest of the tell tale things and locked the door behind
as he left the suite.

Tamy woke up feeling very stuffed and extremely horny and sore. As she
moaned her need she reached between her legs and felt the vibrator and
accidentally turned it on. The resultant rush of sensation inundated
her as she began to orgasm on the vibrator. Pulling her legs up she
cried out as the pressure from her bladder released from her loss of
control. Peeing uncontrollably and having an orgasm, Tammy shuddered
and moaned cried out before she finally got the vibrator out of her.

Laying back on the bed now and fully awake, she looked around in shock
as she saw clothes she didn’t recognize on her body and the large
vibrator laying in a pool of her piss and spend. Tammy quickly got up
and began cleaning everything up. She knew they were checking out of
the hotel that afternoon so she quickly grabbed the bed clothes and put
them into the shower and washed them down to get the urine out and then
began stripping out of the clothes.

Throwing the wet clothes in and then herself climbing in the shower,
Tammy washed herself, the clothes and linen and then hung everything
out to dry. Tammy quickly got dressed, noting that her ass was
extremely sore as well as her pussy. She knew that something had
happened as evidenced by the clothing and other things but she couldn’t
remember what. Vowing never to drink again, Tammy cleaned up the rest
of her mess and then packed her clothes. Tammy then pulled her hair
dryer out and air dried the sheets and the lingerie. finishing that she
piled the sheets on the floor and put the lingerie with the rest of her
stuff along with the vibrator.

After waking Ilese and getting Jan out of the room, Tammy and Ilese
packed and checked out of the hotel. On the train ride back, Tammy told
Ilese what had happened, omitting the urination, and then cried again.


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