My Dear Readers,
Disclaimer:
What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed.
Some spelling and grammatical errors are mine however some are intentional. Which is witch I leave as an exercise for those anal enough to care.
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Enjoy.
Dom Woolf
Spring Break In: Part two
College was over and done with, I was back home with my newly minted and signed degree in my sweaty hand ready to face the world of opportunity that college promised. Only I must have read the brochure wrong or something because job opportunities were few and far between with what seemed like half the country out of work and looking, companies had their pick of people with degrees and many with a lot of real world experience to go along with those degrees.
So I became the oldest joke in the world, an out of work twenty something living back home with his mother. Not that Mom minded, two years ago during my spring break Mom and I went through an experience with a bunch of hoodlums that brought us as close as a mother and son could get. Many would say we got way too close, but so far it has worked for us.
Three punks broke in to Moms house and just for fun and revenge (I had smashed one into a wall and broke his girlfriend's nose) tied us together nude, force fed me an overdose of Viagra and let nature take its course.
Mom and I never discussed that episode, but it has made us stay a lot closer than a many families. My dad died the winter before the break in and it's been just mom and I in her big old Victorian house ever since.
I graduated mid year so by what would have been spring break I had been job searching for a couple of months with little result. I was sitting in the breakfast nook drinking coffee and reading the pitifully short want ad section when Mom came down stairs.
Mom turned forty two that year and was in great shape physically. She was still a yoga teacher in town three days a week and between that money and Dad's retirement that will be paid to her until she dies and the house dad had inherited from his parents that was fully paid off, money wasn't a concern to her, even so I felt a bit like a leech living off my mother like a bum.
"Not a big want ad section." Mom smiled as she poured her usual cup of hot tea. "Don't worry honey it's not like you aren't trying it's just a bad economy, besides I appreciate all your help around the house more than you will ever know."
The house was a huge old Victorian that had seen better days although we had been doing repairs and painting and remodeling for the last two years when ever I was home from school and now pretty much full time.
I laughed, "By the time we finish with this old place I can get a job doing remodels and will have the real world experience to go along with the resume."
Mom sat across from me at the breakfast table, unnoticed by her the robe she wore had slipped open affording me a nice view of her large and freckled breasts. The gap was so wide that a nipple was on the verge of peeking out; it was all I could do not to stare. I remembered those breasts from the time the thugs had pulled aside her wife beater tee shirt and from them hanging just in front of me while we were tied together. I remembered the soft fullness and the taste of her sweat, the feel of those hard nipples rolling on my tongue...
"Guess I better get started," I jumped up from the table turning to hide my rapidly growing bulge. "Lots to do today." I half ran up the stairs to my room and into the bathroom where I spent the next few minutes dealing with my problem and my memories of fucking my mother's hot bod.
Okay, I have been having some trouble dealing with the memories of that day. Thoughts of my mother naked and tied up, memories of how hot her pussy, ass and mouth felt wrapped around my stiff cock invade my mind almost every time I see her. Mom's habit of wearing either tight shorts or those leotards she does her yoga in, coupled with the wife beater tee shirts she favors around the house don't help either. Every time I see her in that tee makes me want to pull the sides in tight, expose those tits and frame them in torn white cotton. I want to pull those tight blue shorts down slowly and expose those round white cheeks, spread that glorious ass and plunge my dick into that tight brown hole. I want to see her tied up, pussy exposed and wet, awaiting my hard shaft to plunge into her heated wetness until I explode and fill her cunt with my steamy spunk.
To put it mildly I got it bad for my mother. I just want to fuck her silly, fuck her until she screams in orgasm, fuck her until she begs for more and then give it to her...
See what I mean.
Getting dressed in my work clothes I returned to the bedroom on the third floor we were refinishing. Throwing myself into work I sanded and painted and just generally tried to work myself into exhaustion. Some days it even works.
I can usually get her out of my thoughts when she's working in another part of the house as she was today. I had prepped several rooms and mom was hanging wall paper while I kept busy getting the next room ready.
I had just shut off the floor sander when I heard the crash from downstairs. I figured it was a ladder tipping over and was flying down the stairs before I even realized what I had heard.
"Mom?" I was shouting before I reached the room she was working in, from the door I could see the twelve foot ladder down on it's side and the thought of her lying there injured or worse leapt into my head.