Homerun2611
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IC: Brian Daniels
This was the most incredible experience of his life, he knew it, felt it in every soul of his body, no where moreso than the epicenter of his passion, the rock hard slab of meat that usually dangled non threateningly between his legs.
As he had kissed Sabrina and then Faith Anne he had known this was different and a level of passion he just hadn’t realized he could feel. Brian was shockingly inexperienced, almost painfully so. Most, scratch that, all of his dates had been highly chaperoned. He was part of what was considered the aristocracy of Hawaii, and due to its Polynesian and Asian cultural influences, was very proper, think arranged marriages and wedding virgins.
In his dates he’d had a peck or two, one girl had discreetly slipped him her tongue and then winked, an acknowledgment of her desire to push the cultural envelope. Unfortunately, her parents had moved away before they had a chance to build off that date. Oh he could dance with the best of them, and he knew he was attractive, no boy at the dances and receptions attracted the bouquet of flowers that Brian did.
But the lack of physical intimacy affected his confidence, as he prepared to head off to college, he hadn’t known what to expect. It was late on the night before he was scheduled to leave, he was laying in bed, apprehensive, but excited as well. His door had opened, and he had seen the silhouette of his mother’s elegant figure, illuminated from the lights in the hallway, and scarcely concealed by the almost sheer short nightgown that just barely covered her body.
“Are you awake baby?” She asked softly. She had been waiting for this moment, finally after an hour of reading, her husband, Brian’s father had, fallen asleep, a deep sleep, due in no small part tothe extra two scotches she had poured and dutifully served hm as part of her plan. Kaelan Daniels, was a Bettie woman, five foot two, 105 pounds, but still with natural firm, C cup breasts.
It was those breasts Brian first noticed that night, the firm, dark brown, pebbles of her nipples, nearly poking through the lacy top. She walked in and shut the door Behind her, “Baby, momma needs to talk to you.” Brian worshipped his mother, as hard and tough as his father was, his mother was soft, loving and beautiful. In truth, his mother still looked like she was in her early 20’s, a combination of a healthy, well kept lifestyle, a vigorous workout and yoga routine, and superior genetics. She, well at least until tonight was the most beautiful woman he knew.
What Brian didn’t know was the untended fire that burned in his mother’s firm, superb breasts. Brian’s father enjoyed his liquor, while not abusive, it had taken its toll. He had never been a great lover, impatient and self serving, she had too often satisfied him, only to be left wanting, politely excusing herself, assumably to clean up, only to finish herself by her own hand. Now, she would have gladly taken that, rather than stuffing and leasing the softened chick that was the extent of her husband’s capability.
But she was a good wife, she would not consider divorce or taking on a random lover. However, there was one exception she had found increasingly filled her mind, and was now exclusively the source of her frequent masturbatory fantasies. At fifteen her son was a spindly boy, with feet and hands too big for his body. At 17 his shoulders had broadened and his jaw line firmed. But at 18, the duckling became a swan, no a lion. A man, of sculpted muscles, tousled hair, and eyes a mother wanted to drown in.
She tried not to be noticed as she watched hm in the back, envious of the horses he was breakfast no. Her shirtless Adonis, sweaty and spectacular, bucking up and down, gripping that lucky horse in his amazing thighs, she speculated at the size of his cock, and wanted to know how it might feel at that very moment in her dripping wet pussy. Biting her lip, she went inside, pulling her special friend from her nightstand, spreading her legs and teasing and pleasuring both herholes, whispering her son’s name as she climaxed.
She sat down next to her son, “What is it Momma, what do you need?” She smiled at the irony of the question, of he answer, so much, and so little time. “I am here for you Baby, I think you could use some knowledge before going to college. I want you to be confident, at least a bit of experience. Baby, no one will ever love you like Momma, so tonight, I want to give you my body, teach you things, let Momma teach my baby how.”
They didn’t sleep that night, Brian’s body felt and was even better than her most vivid fantasies. If she could have speced a lover from scratch they would have all been her son. At 6 AM when she crawled back into bed with her still slumbering husband, she had come five times, once by his fingers, twice by his tongue, and twice from his spectacular steel beam of a cock. They had tasted every part of each other’s bodies, and she seriously thought, if she died in that moment she would never be more satisfied. Her only slight regret, was one hole was left eating, and it easn’t Her mouth, which had fellated and swallowed her boy’s massive cock and drank thirstily of his sweet cream.
No, it was her ass, she wanted a great ass fucking, and knew, now, she only wanted it from her son, she smiled to herself as she crawled into bed, his cum running thick down her golden thighs, ‘Well, there’s always Christmas!’
“Hey!” Brian kept his cool much moreso than Faith Anne, he as used to dealing with authority figures and knew you met them with respectful confidence. He listened to the back and forth between Sabrina and the campus cop. Brian wished she’d stayed quiet, but she had bought time for Faith Anne to gather herself. "Son,...I hope you know what you're doing...We had girls like Sabrina when I was in college too...well let's just say I hope you have protection on you."
Brian’s blood boiled, he was a gentleman through and through. "Hey,...I'm clean as a whistle...doctor Smith said so." Brian looked harshly at Sabrina. She was about to see a differen side of him, for the first time in her life, probably, she had her own white knight, a defender of her honor.
“Don’t dignify that kind of statement with an apology. Sir...I believe you owe my lady here an apology. We were doing nothing more inappropriate than kissing here, and I am quite confident that is not against school rules, your rhetoric however, is not.” He held Faith Anne tight curled Inyo his arms, scared as a young kitten. But then he pulled in Sabrina and held her similarly.
“These girls are lovely and sweet. I am lucky they have blessed me with their time. I will not take to having their honor questioned, and perhaps, if you knew how to appropriately treat a lady, you might find yourself somewhere mlarly blessed.”
The campus cop was shocked, ‘who was this kid?’ However, he knew he was right. He was used to bluffing, huffing and puffing, and watching kids quack. He said nothing more, he simply turned and walked off mumbling, ‘honor, hrmmmph.’
His parents had not wanted their son in some dumpy dorm, instead he had a luxury two bedroom condo on the edge of campus, however only one bedroom was currently finished, with a lovely king sized bed. It was a spectacular place, and even was stocked with a full bar, granite counter tops, and hardwood, cherry floors. A leather sectional, a fireplace and a 70 inch flat screen TV. Brian came from money, and was the oldest son.
He looked down at the girls, “Any chance we could change our plan? If you are willing to spend more time together, my condo is only two blocks away. I’ve got ice cream, coffee, and alcohol, or anything else you might like?” He looked at Sabrina, then at Faith Anne, he hoped the cop hadn’t completely spooked her?
This was the most incredible experience of his life, he knew it, felt it in every soul of his body, no where moreso than the epicenter of his passion, the rock hard slab of meat that usually dangled non threateningly between his legs.
As he had kissed Sabrina and then Faith Anne he had known this was different and a level of passion he just hadn’t realized he could feel. Brian was shockingly inexperienced, almost painfully so. Most, scratch that, all of his dates had been highly chaperoned. He was part of what was considered the aristocracy of Hawaii, and due to its Polynesian and Asian cultural influences, was very proper, think arranged marriages and wedding virgins.
In his dates he’d had a peck or two, one girl had discreetly slipped him her tongue and then winked, an acknowledgment of her desire to push the cultural envelope. Unfortunately, her parents had moved away before they had a chance to build off that date. Oh he could dance with the best of them, and he knew he was attractive, no boy at the dances and receptions attracted the bouquet of flowers that Brian did.
But the lack of physical intimacy affected his confidence, as he prepared to head off to college, he hadn’t known what to expect. It was late on the night before he was scheduled to leave, he was laying in bed, apprehensive, but excited as well. His door had opened, and he had seen the silhouette of his mother’s elegant figure, illuminated from the lights in the hallway, and scarcely concealed by the almost sheer short nightgown that just barely covered her body.
“Are you awake baby?” She asked softly. She had been waiting for this moment, finally after an hour of reading, her husband, Brian’s father had, fallen asleep, a deep sleep, due in no small part tothe extra two scotches she had poured and dutifully served hm as part of her plan. Kaelan Daniels, was a Bettie woman, five foot two, 105 pounds, but still with natural firm, C cup breasts.
It was those breasts Brian first noticed that night, the firm, dark brown, pebbles of her nipples, nearly poking through the lacy top. She walked in and shut the door Behind her, “Baby, momma needs to talk to you.” Brian worshipped his mother, as hard and tough as his father was, his mother was soft, loving and beautiful. In truth, his mother still looked like she was in her early 20’s, a combination of a healthy, well kept lifestyle, a vigorous workout and yoga routine, and superior genetics. She, well at least until tonight was the most beautiful woman he knew.
What Brian didn’t know was the untended fire that burned in his mother’s firm, superb breasts. Brian’s father enjoyed his liquor, while not abusive, it had taken its toll. He had never been a great lover, impatient and self serving, she had too often satisfied him, only to be left wanting, politely excusing herself, assumably to clean up, only to finish herself by her own hand. Now, she would have gladly taken that, rather than stuffing and leasing the softened chick that was the extent of her husband’s capability.
But she was a good wife, she would not consider divorce or taking on a random lover. However, there was one exception she had found increasingly filled her mind, and was now exclusively the source of her frequent masturbatory fantasies. At fifteen her son was a spindly boy, with feet and hands too big for his body. At 17 his shoulders had broadened and his jaw line firmed. But at 18, the duckling became a swan, no a lion. A man, of sculpted muscles, tousled hair, and eyes a mother wanted to drown in.
She tried not to be noticed as she watched hm in the back, envious of the horses he was breakfast no. Her shirtless Adonis, sweaty and spectacular, bucking up and down, gripping that lucky horse in his amazing thighs, she speculated at the size of his cock, and wanted to know how it might feel at that very moment in her dripping wet pussy. Biting her lip, she went inside, pulling her special friend from her nightstand, spreading her legs and teasing and pleasuring both herholes, whispering her son’s name as she climaxed.
She sat down next to her son, “What is it Momma, what do you need?” She smiled at the irony of the question, of he answer, so much, and so little time. “I am here for you Baby, I think you could use some knowledge before going to college. I want you to be confident, at least a bit of experience. Baby, no one will ever love you like Momma, so tonight, I want to give you my body, teach you things, let Momma teach my baby how.”
They didn’t sleep that night, Brian’s body felt and was even better than her most vivid fantasies. If she could have speced a lover from scratch they would have all been her son. At 6 AM when she crawled back into bed with her still slumbering husband, she had come five times, once by his fingers, twice by his tongue, and twice from his spectacular steel beam of a cock. They had tasted every part of each other’s bodies, and she seriously thought, if she died in that moment she would never be more satisfied. Her only slight regret, was one hole was left eating, and it easn’t Her mouth, which had fellated and swallowed her boy’s massive cock and drank thirstily of his sweet cream.
No, it was her ass, she wanted a great ass fucking, and knew, now, she only wanted it from her son, she smiled to herself as she crawled into bed, his cum running thick down her golden thighs, ‘Well, there’s always Christmas!’
“Hey!” Brian kept his cool much moreso than Faith Anne, he as used to dealing with authority figures and knew you met them with respectful confidence. He listened to the back and forth between Sabrina and the campus cop. Brian wished she’d stayed quiet, but she had bought time for Faith Anne to gather herself. "Son,...I hope you know what you're doing...We had girls like Sabrina when I was in college too...well let's just say I hope you have protection on you."
Brian’s blood boiled, he was a gentleman through and through. "Hey,...I'm clean as a whistle...doctor Smith said so." Brian looked harshly at Sabrina. She was about to see a differen side of him, for the first time in her life, probably, she had her own white knight, a defender of her honor.
“Don’t dignify that kind of statement with an apology. Sir...I believe you owe my lady here an apology. We were doing nothing more inappropriate than kissing here, and I am quite confident that is not against school rules, your rhetoric however, is not.” He held Faith Anne tight curled Inyo his arms, scared as a young kitten. But then he pulled in Sabrina and held her similarly.
“These girls are lovely and sweet. I am lucky they have blessed me with their time. I will not take to having their honor questioned, and perhaps, if you knew how to appropriately treat a lady, you might find yourself somewhere mlarly blessed.”
The campus cop was shocked, ‘who was this kid?’ However, he knew he was right. He was used to bluffing, huffing and puffing, and watching kids quack. He said nothing more, he simply turned and walked off mumbling, ‘honor, hrmmmph.’
His parents had not wanted their son in some dumpy dorm, instead he had a luxury two bedroom condo on the edge of campus, however only one bedroom was currently finished, with a lovely king sized bed. It was a spectacular place, and even was stocked with a full bar, granite counter tops, and hardwood, cherry floors. A leather sectional, a fireplace and a 70 inch flat screen TV. Brian came from money, and was the oldest son.
He looked down at the girls, “Any chance we could change our plan? If you are willing to spend more time together, my condo is only two blocks away. I’ve got ice cream, coffee, and alcohol, or anything else you might like?” He looked at Sabrina, then at Faith Anne, he hoped the cop hadn’t completely spooked her?
