Malcolm found it hard to concentrate on calculus as he slipped in and out of day dreams in class. Each one was a deeper examination of his root desires, and in each one his excursions removed new layers. In the latest dream, he was sitting in the center of the room with his desk on top of another. His teacher was writing the words "Eat my pussy." over and over on the black board while one hand was reaching between the crack in her ass. He noticed all the girls in his class were circling him and licking their lips in anticipation of what they were going to eat out of pure lust. A hand very delicately removed his cock from its packaging and brought it to a mouth. He looked down and saw Anna smiling as she sucked his dick. Her eyes were wide and glued to his as she sucked with a kind of cautionary expression, as if she had not been granted permission to suck her sons meat.
Then his teacher danced sexily up to him -- did a few pirouettes and then smacked him on the head with an eraser.
"Hey!" He said not expecting that.
He picked it up and put it on an outstretched hand.
"Wake up silly." The voice said.
It belonged to Sally. She closed her fist and dug her knuckles into his thigh. His teacher was fumbling with chalk at the front talking about numbers and mum was on the side trying to catch Malcolm's attention. He exercised his eyes and rose up from his slumped position, providing a fake cough by bringing his hand to his mouth and made himself look focussed, if at least for a little while.
"You know what you are supposed to do when I throw an eraser at you?" Sally muttered under her breath.
"What?" He asked.
"Rub your head."
Malcolm pressed his lower mouth out with his tongue and kicked Sally under the table. She was just as playful as Anna, and sometimes just as annoying. Both were female horn dogs though, and needed a good stuffing. But in public, Malcolm was still very much embarrassed to associate himself to her, and did not know why she was just staring at him like a love sick puppy through out the entire session. He had to find a way to control his frisky little pup, let her know there was a time for mum and son games in the privacy of their home.
He offered her one glance to satisfy her, knowing that the sex they had the other night together had changed her. Her sexual body clock was reconfigured by a forbidden act -- New illegal software from Malcolm's sperm had successfully installed and replaced all default settings, and there was no option to uninstall incest once it was experienced.
Her face developed a hue when she realized he was paying to her and she played with her hair. She did that when she was shy or nervous.
When the college bell rang, Malcolm picked up his books and dashed for the exit with Sally tailing along behind him. Anna stood by the door handing out campaign leaflets like someone on a street corner but eager to acknowledge her son on his way out. He managed a half smile as he passed her and then dispersed into the hurried crowds hurtling through the corridor in every direction.
Sally caught up to her boyfriend and slipped an arm between his. She looked like a spitting image of his mother; just a much taller version. In his mind she was a giant Anna, and that thought sent his pulses racing more than he expected. It was promisingly suggestive and he had already considered the fact that whatever cooked up scenario he had in mind was actually a digestible reality. After all, he held the power without having need to have applied much effort. It was the kind of position most men would dream of and that was what left him feeling so smug.
"I noticed something ..." Sally said gently knocking her hips against his. Malcolm tightened his grip on her arm. " Oh, here it comes."
"Hey!" She hissed. "What do you mean by that mister?"
"It's just that I know what you're going to say that's all." He sniggered.
She fell silent. Sally loved Malcolm with all her heart but hated it when he tried to second guess her. The annoying thing about this was that Malcolm was usually right. His mind was streets ahead and that had been something she chose not to wrestle with, as long as as he used his intelligence more selectively. In other words, to try and be more thoughtful and realise that not everyone was as high and mighty. Sally was however not found wanting in the height department. Had she chosen to wear heels on this day, she would have even towered above her lover.
"I'll be good. I swear." He promised kissing the nape of her hand.
"Really?"
"Yeah." He said "Just this once." He coughed.
She nudged her elbow into his ribs. He pulled her in and knocked open a door with his right shoulder by leaning in on it. They hurtled recklessly down each flight of stairs and at times he pulled away to take longer strides. They laughed as she tried not to be the last one to the bottom. When he reached the end he turned quickly and brought out his arms. She leaped off the last remaining steps and he caught her in mid air, then she wrapped her legs around him and leaned in to his lips. They kissed on the move. She was quick and gazelle like in her movement, bearing her head into his, and locking imaginary horns together. He wondered who was more playful, but he couldn't bring himself to choose between them; the midget or the giant.
One thing in Anna's favor was that she was light and he could hold her off the floor all day long. He feigned injury as Sally started behaving overly frisky in the middle of campus. Sally landed back on to the astro turf and found his arm again.
"You were saying?"
"You know what I was gonna say Malcolm..."
"Bring it to me baby."
