Chapter 1 – Her First Visit
It's truly a shame that everyone can't have the same good fortune as I do. I am a young, healthy male fresh out of college and reasonably well established with a top firm in the City. I've just recently met this girl, a real knockout, named Cindy, and the more I get to know about her the better I like her.
For example, on our first date we did the traditional routine up to a point. You know, dinner at a rather nice restaurant, a live stage comedy, and then we went to my favorite neighborhood bar for a drink or two. The evening had been great. Cindy was a lot a fun to be with, and she had a pair of knockers that made me want to rip off her blouse and see if they were real; but I didn't.
Sipping our second highball and chatting aimlessly I asked, "How would you like to end up this even, young lady. I hate to see it end."
"Really?" she said demurely.
"Really."
"Great," she said excitedly, "let's go to your place and fuck."
I almost dropped my drink, but I managed to place it on the table safely. I paid the tab leaving a very generous tip, and ushered my dream date out of the bar and directly to my apartment. Once inside I barely had the door shut and locked than Cindy was dropping her clothes on the way to the bedroom. She tried her best to fuck me to death that night, but I'm made of pretty good stuff.
Three days later she moved in with me after we agreed to have an unconditional relationship, and, if it came to that, we would part company as friends. We sealed the agreement with a rip-snorting round of humping, pumping, grunting and groaning sex. I wasn't going to have to worry about my physical fitness program as long as Cindy was on board. This girl loved to fuck.
Time passed, and we were getting along marvelously. I learned that Cindy was a physical fitness instructor at a gym not far away. That helped explain her beautiful body. I didn't know and I didn't care where she got her sexual energy, but I definitely didn't want her to lose it.
Then my Mom called. She wanted to visit for a couple of days. I told her about Cindy. Well, I told her a little about Cindy.
"That's great, baby," she cried. "Is she pretty?"
"No," I paused purposely, and then, "she's beautiful."
"Oh, I can't wait to meet her," Mom said excitedly. "How big is your bed?" Then, after a brief pause, she said "Just kidding."
"Mom." I said seriously, "don't do anything dumb. I really like this girl."
"I'll be on my best behavior, Son."
That Friday evening Mom was knocking on our apartment door.
"Hi there," Cindy said excitedly as she opened the door. "I'll bet you're Mom."
"And you are undoubtedly Cindy." She brushed by the young girl politely and mentioned in a low tone but one meant to be heard, "Nice boobs, Sweetie."
"Thanks," Cindy said obviously suffering mildly stunned. She watched Mom stride across the living room and throw her arms around my neck and kiss me. It wasn't the typical Mother/Son kiss. There were signs of passion lingering in the embrace.
