Unconditional Love

Robert walked into his mother's room and stood in front of her bathroom door.

"I am so sorry for what just happened. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

Rob listened at the door. Hoping.

There was no answer, just the sounds of tears and sadness.

He turned and quietly left the room.

What had he done to his mother. He kept reliving that moment. It seemed like instinct, made him reach out and suck her breast into his mouth. It felt so good, so right to suck on it, to feel her nipple respond.

When she pulled her breast from him and just walked away, he was forced to realize that she did not want him as much as he wanted her.

Rob was feeling shame for what he had just done to his mother, the woman he professed to love. Now he wanted solitude and he felt a need to put distance between them.

He called the two friends that he was going to take up to his cabin and apologized for not being able to go this weekend.

With that done he headed North, on the hundred mile trip, over US Highway 169 to the town of Malmo, Minnesota and his cabin on the northern shore of Mille Lacs.

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The day had turned cloudy and threatened rain, as Rob turned on to the gravel road that led to the lake and his cabin. He began to feel his mind relaxing, he knew he could not forget what he had done, but this was where he could come to terms with it.

As he made the last turn, he saw his fathers Mercedes, parked directly in front of the door, the trunk of the car was open. He parked his eight-year-old Continental, got out and headed for the open door of the cabin. He noticed the painting, that had hung above the fireplace was in the back seat of the car and there were two trash bags, in the trunk.

As he stepped onto the porch, he pulled out his cell phone and began to dial 911. A large black trash bag almost knocked him off his feet. The woman caring it, fell backwards, landing hard on her ass before falling back and banging her head on the floor.

Rob recognized his stepmother. It was easy for him to see how his father had been attracted to this woman. He guessed, from the way her halter-top bulged that she had double D teats or better.

She lay there stunned, as Rob assessed her. He knew she was twenty-six and her name was Judy Olsen, or now, Judy Long. She stood about five foot eight, judging from her prone position. She was not a beanpole nor was she pudgy, she had a womanly figure, with flesh in all the right places. Her hair was auburn and shoulder length. Her eyes were closed and he couldn't recall what color they were.

Hazel! Her eyes were hazel and she was sitting up, rubbing the back of her head.

"What in the hell are you doing here," Rob demanded!

She held out a hand. "Well, aren't you going to help me up," she asked?

Rob reached out and pulled her up. He then opened his phone and began to push the talk button.

In a panicked voice she asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm calling the police. You're trespassing and steeling."

"I am not steeling! Everything I have in these bags is mine. Look in them if you want, it's mostly cloths and a bunch of throw pillows that we used in front of the fireplace, when we'd come up here to fuc... Sorry. I didn't mean to say that."

"Oh, and that painting; the one that has been hanging over the fireplace for three years. I suppose it's yours too."

She lowered her eyes. "I gave that to your father after the first time he took me up here. I fell in love with this place and I felt it needed something above the fireplace. That's why I gave him that picture. If you tell me you want it, I'll give it to you. After all, you're his son, and as much as I wish he'd left me this place, I know he did the right thing, giving it to you."

Rob put his phone away, but her last words made him angry. "Oh, so you wanted this place so you could have everything.

"He left me and my mother with nothing, not a fucking nickel. You may have fucked him for three years, but you were only married eighteen days and you got everything. I hope he rots in hell."

Fire came into Judies eyes. "You ungrateful little prick. Your father gave you everything that he had to give. You think I got everything? Well, listen up! For a CPA, your father couldn't handle his own money. He'd piss it away even before he made it. The house he bought when we got married; he bought it with zero down. The bank has it now and I go to work every day so I can afford the two-bedroom apartment that I live in. His life insurance, didn't cover the cost of the EMS services and the burial expenses. Don't give me that crap about I got everything. After eighteen days of marriage, all I got were unpaid bills. I'll have you know that I truly loved your father. What did I get in return? He fucked around on me and died with his tongue up the cunt of his new secretary."

For the second time today, Rob felt sick over what he had done. He dropped his ass on the sofa, as if the weight of the world was on him, shoulders slumped and head bent, looking at the floor. "I'm sorry Judy. I honestly didn't know and I'm so sorry if I hurt you with what I said. I just can't seem to do anything right."

Judies tirade had allowed her to rid herself of her pent up anger and now she was emotionally drained, but she couldn't ignore this young man. It was easy to see that he was in pain.

She sat down on the sofa beside him. Her instincts made her want to comfort him and she found herself reaching out, taking his hand in hers and began to stroke the back of it as she spoke. "Tell me Robert, are you angry with me for your father's death? Is that what this is about?"

He looked up at her, unsure why she would say such a thing. "Judy, I'm sorry, but this has nothing to do with you. If you're asking about my father, if I'm angry with him, well the answer is yes, that's a small part of it. You don't know the anguish, tears and pain that he caused my mother. And, and..."

He stopped talking for a moment, looked down at the floor again and began shaking his head, as he picked up his thoughts. "Now, I've hurt her, I've caused her to cry and turn away from me. I don't know if she still loves me."

Those sorrowful words, spoken with pain, broke Judies heart. She let go of his hand, grabbed his shoulders and made him turn to her. She then pulled him into her arms, hugging him to her as she pushed his head into her neck and shoulder.

The warmth from her body seemed to rap around him, comforting him, easing his troubled mind and making him want more.

He brought his arms up and returned her embrace, pushing his face deeper into her neck, letting his lips feel the smoothness of her flesh as her body's scent filled him, and began to arouse him. He now, parted his lips and let his tongue taste her flesh.

As she felt the sensation on her neck, an unspoken moan filled her mind. She was reminded of her needs and pulled Rob tighter against her, causing warmth to flow in her deepest regions.

A close flash of light and a clap of thunder, made Judy pull herself from their embrace. She wanted more, but the worm of unfounded fear and guilt had now entrenched itself in her brain. Standing quickly, she adjusted herself, giving her, the seconds that she needed to get her composure.

She said, "I had better leave before the rain starts."

Rob now stood, unsure of what had just happened, but longing for the feel of warmth that was his only seconds ago.

Judy picked up her trash bag of cloths and briskly walked out the door, closely followed by Rob. She put the bag in the trunk and closed it as the first large drops of rain began to fall. Judy opened the car door, then turned to face Rob, as he stood on the porch, his eyes locked on her every movement.

"I'm sorry, it was wrong of me to encourage you like that, it just felt so... Well; I'm sorry."

She stood there, looking at him, as the rain fell on her. With a sudden turn, she moved into the car and closed the door. Rob stood on the porch, once again slipping into misery as he watched the tail lights vanish into the rain. His mind was filled with self-inflicted torment as he blamed himself for his Mother walking away from him and now Judy.

The wind had picked up, driving the cold rain, blowing leaves off trees and making the lake, dark and choppy. Even though he stood under the porch with his hands on the rail, a cold wind driven mist enveloped him. Not caring and not finding the peace that he wanted, Rob continued to stand there, as the storm raged and lightning flashed.

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Something caught Rob's eye. A gray human outline was struggling to move in the wind blown rain. As it approached, it stumbled and fell, just as he was able to make out Judies form.

He dashed off the porch and ran the fifty yards to her. She was trying to right herself, but she seemed disoriented. As he got closer, he noticed the left side of her face was bloody and her feet, legs, and the rest of her left side was covered in mud.

He got her to stand. Quickly, he put his shoulder into her stomach as he took her arm and put it over his other shoulder. Lifting her, he trotted back to the cabin as quickly as he could.

He laid her on the sofa and began to strip her. She had lost her shoes and her halter-top was torn, he only had to unfasten the collar, she wore no bra. Her mud-caked shorts were tight and difficult to remove, so he took his pocketknife and cut them free, doing the same to her thong, then pulled them out from under her. She was shivering uncontrollably from shock and the loss of body heat.

Rob ran to the closet and pulled out two towels and an old down comforter. He was now shaking from his cold wet cloths as he tucked the comforter around her then took a towel and tried to dry her hair and to wipe the blood off her face, but he was now shaking terribly. He left her and went to the bathroom, hoping that the hot water heater had been left on.

He turned the water on in the tiny shower and waited. He was beginning to fear the worst, when he felt the first sign of warmth.

He stripped out of his wet cloths and went back to Judy, she was now a little more alert and clutching the comforter, as her teeth chattered.

"I'm going to take you into the shower, we both need to get warm. Can you walk?"

She couldn't talk, she just gave a nod.

He helped her up but she couldn't stand. On shaky legs, he carried her to the shower.

The stall was so small, Rob had to sit Judy, with her back against the wall and bend her knees, to where they were pushing into her large breasts. There was barely enough room for him to kneel beside her.

Her eyes were closed as she continued to shiver. Rob was feeling some warmth begin to creep back into his body and knew that Judy must be feeling the same.

He was able to focus more attention on her and began to move her head in an effort to see where the blood had come from. With relief, he noticed a small cut, just at the hairline, that was no longer bleeding. The rain had made it look far worse that it was. He continued moving her hair, trying to rinse the mud out of it. When he moved her to clean the dirt off her left side, her hand fell in his lap, her fingers now resting on his cock. He tried to ignore the feeling.

By the time he had cleaned her feet and checked them over for cuts, her trembling had subsided. He separated her legs and began to run his hands over her from calf to knee and he noticed her eyes were open and locked on his slowly swelling cock. He slid his hand down the inside of her leg, his fingers stopping at the crease of her crotch. He held his hand there as he felt her fingers move to the base of his cock and then he felt them being dragged up his rapidly enlarging shaft to the straining head, then they slid down the underside and back up again. Rob now repositioned his fingers and spread the lips of her cunt, exposing her clit to his touch.

They both played with each other, regaining their strength as their fingers teased and tormented the other.

Judy spoke first. "I'm getting cramped like this, but I don't know if I have enough strength to stand, let alone indulge in anything else."

Rob stood, his legs had cramped, but his erection was overriding any other feelings. He turned off the water.

"You're going to have to help. All you have to do is make it to that chair and I'll towel you dry and get the comforter for you," he said as he pointed to a small wood chair in the corner of the bathroom.

He helped her up and half carried her to the chair. In the few seconds that it took to get there, her shivering began again. He put a folded towel on the seat before letting her sit, then took another towel, gathered up her hair in it and wrapped it around her head. With a third, he dabbed at her back, face and breasts. He had yet to dry his body and the warmth the shower had given him was quickly leaving, as he dashed into the living room to retrieve the comforter and more towels.

He wrapped her tightly before he toweled himself, the friction seemed to bring the warmth back into him. When he was done, he wrapped the towel around his waist, there was no fear of any bulge, the first kiss of cold air took care of that.

His concern now fell on Judy, she was still trembling. With the towel from her head, he began drying her hair and scalp, rubbing briskly. He knew he was probably putting snarls into her hair, but that was the least of their worries. When it was as dry as he could get it, he wrapped her head in a new dry towel.

"Hold out an arm." he told her.

Without a word, she extended an arm from under the comforter, when it was dry and her skin pink, she held out the other arm. When Rob finished with it, he knelt in front of her and pulled her right leg out. He began toweling her foot, then worked up her leg, drying and stimulating her skin all the way up to her buttock. He then moved to the inside of her leg. Still, not speaking, she spread them wider for him.

As he began to towel the other foot, she moved forward on the chair, brought her hand down between her legs, pushing her first finger between the outer lips of her pussy, and began teasing her clit. He hadn't finished her leg, when she said, "stand up, reach under the comforter and rub my back with your bare hands."

As he stood, she pulled the towel from his waist, exposing the newly formed bulge. She bent forward and took the head of his cock between her lips.

In the shower, Judy was turned on by the thickness of his cock. She had only three partners in her life and none was as thick as Rob.

It was her favorite fantasy. The one she loved to hold in her mind, as she would masturbate. She never got satisfactory penetration, but she would try to fuck herself with four fingers, as she envisioned a big fat cock sliding into her and pushing against the deep inner walls of her cunt. This was her chance to live that fantasy. Her only fear was the length of his cock. With her lips wrapped around its massive head, it seemed even bigger and longer.

She liked the pronounced curve it had and her thoughts turned to visions of it, sliding in and out of her ass. She knew she could take it all into her that way.

Rob gave a grown as he felt her tongue circle the crown of his cock. He hadn't been with a girl in over a month and hadn't masturbated in more than a week. He had been saving himself for his mother. He had wanted her to drain every drop of cum from him.

During his abstinence, unbidden visions of his cock sliding out of Jane as the massive overload of his cum oozed out of her pulsing splayed cunt, had caused him to suffer thru raging hard-on's over this last week. It was the desire to fulfill this vision that made it bearable for him to endure all his erections. His crushed dream of being with Jane meant that his self-imposed abstinence was over. His stepmother would be the vessel for his unspent depository of cum.

Rob began to thrust into her mouth.

Judy did not want to take the chance of missing out on her dream, she would have time after to suck on his cock, to bring it back from pliable softness to the rigid shaft it was now. She sat up and as his cock was released, he cried out a protest.

She looked up at him. "Help me to the bedroom, I want to feel you inside me."

He helped her up on the high, full-size bed, then moved to climb between her legs.

"No. Please, lay back and let me work you inside. I've never had anything as big as you and I don't know how much I can take."

This was not new to Rob, most of the girls wanted to be in control, until they were assured that, they really could accommodate him.

He laid back and let her straddle him.

"Do you want some lube? It might help."

She smiled down at him, "No. I'm already wet and I don't want to make it slide in too easy. I want to feel every bit of it forcing its way in."

With that, she positioned his cock and began her slow decent over it. Judy felt the thick head push her inner lips apart and she paused, as she felt her opening blossoming out, welcoming this giant invader that was about to plunder her depths.

She pushed down a little more and the two-inch long mushroom head was in her. She inhaled a sharp breath as it filled her, opening her wider for the coming shaft that would not be as forgiving as the softer head. She eased herself back up so the head was once again at the beginning of her opening, then down again over just the head. This time there was the beginning of a familiar tremble in the walls of her cunt. She moved up and down again over the head and paused.

"Oh, Shit," she exclaimed! "Fuck, with just the head of your prick in me, I'm going to come."

Several more rises and plunges was all it took. "Oooh Fuck, I'm cumming."

She held herself in place while her insides convulsed and throbbed as her whole body began to shudder, but not from the cold this time.

Rob was forcing himself to lie still as Judy rode the head of his cock. He was able to maintain control thru her first wave of contractions, but when she went into full body tremors, he could hold back no more.

He thrust his hips up, forcing her pulsating cunt to accept another four inches. Judy cried out in pain and fell forward, dislodging his cock. Her eyes wide, her mouth open, as her hands landed on Robs shoulders.

She couldn't speak as Rob rolled her on her back and moved between her legs. He had no difficulty finding her opening, her lips were well parted. If he hadn't needed immediate release, he would have loved to suck on her exposed clit. He pushed the head of his cock in her, then he brought her legs up the front of his chest, locked his arms around them and began to push his body forward, penetrating her, raising her ass and allowing more of his cock to enter her. He didn't stop until her knees were pushing against her breasts.

Judy couldn't even cry out, she wasn't sure what she was feeling. His cock was all the way in her, she could feel his balls against her ass. Her cunt hurt from being stretched so wide, but it was not like the initial pain she felt when he thrust his hips up. She was also feeling vulnerable in this new position. She had no control and knew that he could fuck her as brutally as he wanted and there was nothing she could do. The thought frightened and excited her.

She felt his hands on her tits, squeezing them and she felt his cock begin a slow retreat from her depths, easing the pain. Out, out it moved, leaving an empty feeling behind its retreat. Her mind now had a single focus, as she felt his long shaft begin an equally slow journey forward again. This time there was no pain. Her cunt seemed to rejoice at being filled, relieving the empty want. When he started his withdrawal again, Judy whimpered a protest, wanting him to stay inside. Each stroke made her more aware, more sensitive. She now found that she liked the feeling of want and emptiness because it intensified her feelings as she was being filled.