Dear Readers,
it is with a large dose of nerves that I submit this story as a continuation of Bobby T's first three chapters. I have read all three previous parts of the story several times and I think they are really good. Every time I come back to the Literotica website I check to see if a new chapter has been added but, sadly, it seems the original author has decided to drop out of the scene.
Why am I nervous? I hate the idea that people might think I'm being impertinent, thinking I can come stomping in and start throwing my weight (and ideas) around as if I own the place. That's not the case at all, I assure you. I don't know if this kind of thing has happened before, but I think any author would feel some trepidation when they try to pick up a thread left by someone else. I certainly don't think I've managed to copy Bobby T's style exactly, although I have made a conscious effort to try. If the feedback indicates that people think it's a cheap shot, trying to cash in on somebody elses work then so be it - I'll take it down.
The problem is I like the originals so much and I think they have a huge amount of untapped potential, hence the reason why I always check to see if more chapters have been added.
Some time ago (quite some time ago) I began to think that more of the story needed to be told. In the end it became something of a curse. I kept having ideas; 'It would be so hot if Tommy...' or 'Carol quite obviously has...' or, of course 'Becky Owens is just...'. In the end I simply had to see if I could do something. I emailed Bobby T through the contact details given and respectfully asked if they would mind if I had a go at continuing their fantastic story.
Unfortunately, I heard nothing. In the interim I began playing around with some of my ideas, just putting the words down to see how it went. It's been over three years since I emailed Bobby T. I'm not sure how much longer I should wait, but I now have two more chapters written and I think maybe I should put at least one out there and see if you, the reader a) like it enough to read the whole thing, b) feel, as I do, that it's worth continuing and, therefore, c) want me to add another chapter.
So here it is, Part Four. Written by me, BBV22, not Bobby T. All credit must be given to them for having the gumption to start this wonderful story and share the first three chapters with us, thereby getting us hooked. I respectfully ask that you, the reader, see it for what it is: an attempt to continue an awesome plot with a group of lovely (and sexy) characters for the enjoyment of everyone who's a member of the fantastic site that is Literotica.
BBV22
04/2013
I opened my eyes and looked around, momentarily confused. I'd never slept in the guest room before and the surroundings were unfamiliar. Then it suddenly all came flooding back. Mom lay next to me in the bed, spooned within my arms, her body naked and warm as she breathed evenly, still sound asleep.
I replayed everything that had happened the night before in my head; the feelings as we had made love for the first time, the look in her eyes as I had entered her, the feeling of her body surrounding my hard cock as she lowered herself onto me, the sensations as we fucked and as I came inside her, another hot load of my sperm shooting not into her mouth this time, but into her vagina as I lost my cherry with the woman I had grown up with and loved so much. I breathed a deep contented sigh and enjoyed the feeling of her close beside me. A familiar stirring in my crotch signalled that another part of me was awake too.
Finally my cock had been inside a woman and I knew that the only certain thing was that I wanted a lot more pussy. I wanted a lot more of mom's pussy. I thought back to when I had gone down on her, her taste and how incredible her orgasm had been. I hoped she'd let me do it for her again. I'd never wanted anything as badly as I wanted to see her secret place again, to lick it and pleasure it for her. She was an accomplished blow-job artist and I wanted her to teach me everything she could about eating pussy and giving her orgasms.
The tingle in my crotch was becoming irresistible. I wanted mom to wake up so we could do it again but I didn't want to disturb her. I knew she worked hard and I wanted her to get as much rest as she could. Gingerly, I eased my arm out from under her neck. She murmured quietly in her sleep and I froze, hoping I hadn't woken her up but she shifted next to me, rolling over onto her back. The movement allowed me to free my arm completely and I sat up, carefully pushing the covers back and watching her as I moved. In the dim light of the room she looked even hotter than I'd come to appreciate. Her tiny frame looked so perfect, flawless, her skin smooth and warm, the curves of her shoulders and hips and thighs simply mouth-watering. My eyes roamed over her naked body, from her pretty face and long silky black hair which spread over the pillow, down over her lovely tits and across her belly to her crotch. Try as I might, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her vagina. Her legs had parted slightly when she moved and I shifted closer, moving to a better position to see between her thighs. There it was, the lips pink and swollen, looking delicious. I wondered if they always looked like that or if it was as a result of me being inside her last night. It was so small and beautiful and I couldn't believe that I had been allowed to push my hard cock into it, to fuck it, fuck her, to cum and have her cum as well.
I remembered again how good she had tasted and felt and how she had cum as I licked her and my mouth watered at the memory. Before I realised it, my hands were stroking my thick hard cock. I shifted on the bed, rising to kneel beside mom's hips, leaning over her to drink in the sight between her thighs. My hands moved faster, pulling, squeezing and the bloated purplish head began to glisten with pre-cum. Oh, how I wished she was awake!
Her eyelids flickered open and she looked at me, confused for a second. Then, suddenly, I saw realisation and memory flash across her face and a big satisfied smile appeared on her lips. Then the smile was gone and she frowned.
"What are you doing?" Her voice was harsh and I flinched, surprised at her tone. Maybe she wasn't happy about what had happened last night after all. My hands stopped stroking my cock and suddenly I was embarrassed by it, sticking up so huge and thick from my crotch.
"Sorry mom...I was just...you just looked so beautiful and I was remembering last night and how good it was and I got...well..." I kind of gestured at my cock. I'd gone from horny to uncomfortable in a split second and now, for once, it was beginning to soften. She looked at me funny and then sat up quickly, kicking the covers off completely as she moved.
"Baby, it's okay. I'm not angry." She reached up and stroked my shoulder and then her hand moved down over my chest, touching and caressing, following the shape of my body. "I just got a horrible feeling when I saw you...doing that." Her hand moved down to the base of my cock and began caressing the shaft, which only served to make me begin to rise again.
"What feeling mom?"
"I...I thought maybe you'd jerked off and cum and I'd missed it."
"No no, I'd only just started."
"Good," she smiled at me and then leant forward to kiss the rapidly re-hardening flesh of my cock, her hands gently lifting the head to her mouth as her pink tongue slipped out and licked at the clear liquid that was spreading from my piss slit. "You realise I have dibs on everything that comes out of this, don't you?" she asked as she straightened up again.
My mom wants all of my cum? Fuck yeah! I grinned as she straightened up.
"I didn't realise you felt that strongly mom, but if you do I'm cool with it."
She smiled at me again. It always made her face look so good.
"I'm only teasing, honey. But I do want as much of your cum as I can get, in my mouth and inside me."
"Really?"
"Baby of course, why wouldn't I? You fuck like a stallion, you cock is gorgeous and your cum makes me hornier than an eighteen-year-old."
"It makes me so happy to hear you say that, mom. I want to fuck you again so bad after last night. I can't believe how good it was."
"It was good, wasn't it?"
All the time we had been talking her hands had been working on my cock, stroking and squeezing and massaging the thick veined shaft, spreading the slippery clear pre-cum over the tightening flesh with her fingers which were so tiny but so surprisingly strong. I reached out and put my arm around her waist, pulling her across the bed towards me, playful rough. She gasped in surprise and then moaned quietly as she felt me slide a hand down into her crotch, pressing my fingers against the warm fleshy lips between her thighs.
"Oh baby, it's been so long since someone else has touched me there." She spread her legs and shifted her hips, making it easier for me to touch and feel. Her hands never left my cock.
"I want to touch you every day mom," I said quietly. "Would that be okay?"
"Yes baby, I want that too." Mom leaned over, stretching up to kiss me quickly. Her eyes flicked open wider as I slipped my middle finger in between her other lips and felt the velvety inside of her. She was slippery already and I could feel her hands sliding up and down my hard cock, spreading my own thick sticky lubricant.
"Put another finger in me, sweetie...that's it." And she smiled as a hand left my cock and grabbed my wrist, pushing my fingers further up inside her. It was hotter than an oven in there, so hot and wet as she pressed me harder. I pushed the heel of my hand against the top of her bald pink slit and rubbed hard against the spot where I knew her clit was. Mom moaned and humped her hips against me, rocking in time with the movement of my wrist.
