Maggie The Marathon Runner
Maggie sees daddyâs hidden package and canât resist temptation.
Maggie sees daddyâs hidden package and canât resist temptation.
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Pregaming then the Afterparty
Ch. 1: The Pregame
âCâmon baby, itâll be a lot of fun,â I begged my girlfriend. âIâll be with you the whole time and I promise that I wonât drink at all.â âAlright, Iâll go, hey I gotta go, see ya tomorrow. Love you babe.â âAlright baby doll, Iâll see you tomorrow.â I was talking about the end of summer blow-out that my friend was throwing. It was gonna be the biggest party of the year. It was gonna be out on the lake so the chance of it getting busted was minimal. There was gonna be a keg, a big bonfire and togas, it was gonna be awesome! His parents owned a cabin out on the lake and had their own dock for their boat. The plan was for his closest buddies and their girlfriends to come out for some tubing and a going away BBQ that afternoon and then have most of the senior class come out that night for the party.
So the next day with some extra clothes for the day after, my Toga sheet, and a bottle of Beam for me and my best buds to split I loaded up in my Wrangler that my parents bought with my college savings since I got a full ride and went to pick up my girl. Sheâs probably the smartest person I know and sexy as all get out, with perfect DDâs and the cutest little ass that has the perfect amount of bounce when she walks, and the most captivating blue eyes youâve ever seen. I pulled up to her house about 11:30 and she was waiting in some Daisy Dukeâs and a new bikini top that Iâd never seen beforeâŚit was skimpy and purple and barely contained her luscious breasts. I stared slack-jawed as she walked over and tried to climb into my Jeep. I just recently had a 6 inch lift and 40â tires put in on it, which made it rather difficult for her to get in. I snapped back into reality and grabbed her hand and hauled her into the passenger seat. âWhyâd you hafta lift this damn thing up so high, I can barely get in,â she nagged. I stuck my tongue out at her and said, âwell when I look at you from way up here I can usually stare down your shirt,â I smirked and pulled away as she was getting her seat belt on.
It was about a 40 minute car ride out to the lake and once we got onto the highway I couldnât help but start to get distracted by what she was wearing…Iâd never seen her wear a string bikini before and I could tell it was the thong type bottom because I could see the strings riding up her hips. I wasnât wearing a shirt because I was damned proud of my body and although it wasnât chiseled, it was nicely toned. Iâd been doing a lot of running lately which helped me to tan all over really nicely. I was wearing some camouflage cargo style swimming trunks that hung down a little past my knees. As I was driving my mind kept wandering to what was beneath that top and bottomâŚand it started to show. I wasnât wearing a shirt so I didnât have any way to hide it. So I just let it go, a few minutes later she leaned over and asked in just barely a whisper, âis that for me,â and nipped the bottom of my earlobe before pulling back. I groaned deep down in my chest and said, âif you want it you gotta get it because Iâm driving baby.â She reached over and started tracing small circles all around my now throbbing cock without ever touching it. We were about 20 minutes away and I begged, âplease baby, you canât leave me like this, I donât want to walk around in front of everyone with a raging hardon.â She just grinned; it was the most sinfully evil grin, and she yanked my shorts down, exposing my throbbing 7 in. cock to the afternoon sun. She loosened up her seatbelt and leaned over and just exhaled over the tip making me shiver with anticipation. Then she swallowed me down to the base, I could almost feel the tip tickling her tonsils. She did this three times coating my cock with saliva. Then she raised up catching her breath and bent back over to take the first few inches in her mouth and started bobbing up and down on it while jacking me off with her left hand and tickling my sperm laden balls with her right. It felt so good that I was having difficulty focusing on the road but I was managing. We hadnât done any fooling around in the past couple days so I had a big batch of baby cream saved up for her and I was more than willing to shoot it down her throat. It couldnât have been more than a few minutes before I started to feel that familiar tingling in my balls so I gasped, âbaby, Iâm gonna shoot!,â so she quickened her pace and started bobbing farther and farther down all the while groaning in her throat, knowing that I could feel the vibrations. Finally I couldnât take it anymore and I exploded down her throatâŚthere were 8 big spurts I shot down her throat into her belly. She finished swallowing and slurped up all the juices off my now deflating dick and said, âthat was yummy, but you owe me laterâŚâ
That afternoon went by in a blur of sunshine and lake water. We were out on the lake for 4 and a half hours before we called it a day so we could go in and rest up for the party that night. The house had 4 bedrooms and a big open area with a small kitchen in the corner and a big open area that served as a living room. My girlfriend and I chose one of the guest bedrooms to use as our siesta room and locked the door behind us. We stripped naked in front of each other while staring intently into each otherâs eyes. We climbed into bed, cuddling for just a little bit before drifting off to sleep. When I woke up I had another raging hardon, I looked over at the clock and saw that it read 7:37, only a couple more hours âtil the party started but plenty of time for a little fun I thought to myself. So I slowly pulled my arm out from under my girl and worked my way down to her sex. It was smooth as a babyâs bottom, meaning she must have shaved it that morning just for me, and was glistening with her love nectar. I decided that I had to have a taste so I started down at the very bottom and very slowly licked in between the lips and up to her swollen little clit. Truth be told I loved to eat my girlfriend out, something about having that kind of power to drive her over the edge just drove me crazy. I probably ate her out in that slow way for almost 30 minutes and at least one orgasm before she woke up and smiled at me. âJust returning the favor,â I said, grinning back up at her; and went back to work except this time more vigorously now that she was awake. She had two more good orgasms before she said, âIâve had enough of the appetizer I want the main course, Stud.â So, it was my duty as a gentleman to oblige. I lined up my cock which was by this time hard as Oak and rammed him home, her eyes rolled back as I started pounding her with long drawn out strokes until I felt myself getting close, so I rolled onto my back pulling her on top of me and never losing contact. Now she started riding me rising up so that just tip of my cock was in her and then slamming back down to the hilt. After about 15 minutes and a couple more of her orgasms I started to feel that feeling down in my balls again so I shouted that I was going to cum. Her response was to start riding me harder until the whole bed was squeaking under protest. I didnât usually go bareback, and I never came inside her but this time I was just too far gone; and secretly I had always wanted to spray my load deep in her love canal, so I grabbed onto her hips and trusted back up into her three more times before I felt the walls of her pussy clamp onto my cock triggering my release; I saw stars I came so hard. There was so much cum being pumped up into her guts that it started pouring back out onto me. We were both completely spent, she collapsed back down on top of me and we both drifted back off to sleepâŚ
Chapter 2:The Party
I woke up to someone pounding on the bedroom door and yelling, âHey sleepy heads, wake up the partyâs starting.â I rolled over to look at my phone to see what time it was, 9:48. I rolled back over and shook my little angel awake. âHey baby doll, wake up the partyâs starting soon.â She moaned and said, âToo tired, I wanna stay in bed.â I laughed and said, âIf you come out with me Iâll make it worth your while,â with just a hint of innuendo in my voice. She stuck her tongue out at me and begrudgingly got out of bed. I was already putting on the sheet that I use as my toga, and cinching up a piece of gold rope I bought to use as a fancy belt. She was struggling with getting the knot done on her sheet when I turned around so I went over to help her. I got behind her and finished tying the knot and then took her in my arms. I nuzzled her neck and whispered into her ear, âDo you know how sexy you look in that?â I went on, âevery guy here tonight would love to be with you, it makes me feel so special that you decided to come here with me,â and punctuated that last part by kissing her neck and squeezing her tight. She turned in my arms and set those sapphire like blue eyes on me and said, âI wouldnât be here with anyone else Love, youâre my favorite and I love you with all my heart.â I gently tilted her head up and kissed her lips with every ounce of passion I could muster. We held on for just a moment longer, then went out and joined the party. Someone had cleared out all the furniture and turned the big living room space into a gigantic dance floor. There was music blaring and all the normal light bulbs had been replaced by black light bulbs. We went into the kitchen and got a couple beers and joined some friends in one corner by the playlist maker and put down a request. There was some hardcore bump and grind music playing so we got down to it. We were winding and grinding and after a few songs were completely drenched in sweat but neither one of us had an inclination of stopping. After a few more dances we stopped and went to get a couple more beers. We went and sat down on the sofa that they had pushed up against the wall and people watched for a little while. But while we were sitting there she plopped down on my lap and kept wiggling her hips in beat with the music keeping me just slightly more than semi-hard. I neglected to put my underwear back on after our afternoon tryst so I was at the mercy of the looseness of my toga to hide my dilemma; however, my little minx had other plans on her mind. She kept grinding on my lap, and expelled any thought of me going soft by leaning back and saying, âIâm not wearing any panties.â I went straight to full mast that instant and she knew because she moaned ever so quietly when she felt it pressing in between her luscious butt cheeks. She took my hand and led me outside. I did my best to make my predicament as hidden as possible on the way out, but I got a couple sideways glances and winks from a few of my classmates, and a few more from the ones of the fairer sex as well.
Once we got outside she led me past all the cars and a few other couples making out in various shadows around the house to the little boat house on the deck. We got there and she locked the door behind us and undid the knot holding her sheet up. It pooled around her ankles leaving her in nothing but her birthday suit and belly button ring that I bought her. She said, âthis is whatâs going to happen, you are going to take off your sheet and pound me until I pass out from pleasure or exhaustion whichever comes first.â I was a bit taken back by this because sheâs not usually so forceful when it comes to these things. Itâs not like I always have to initiate the sex we have but she always goes about it differently and I found it to be quite exhilarating. So I undid my rope belt and knot and let the sheet fall around my feet leaving me standing with my manhood pointing straight out like a bar of iron. I walked over to her and swept her off her feet and into my arms. I knew that there was a small bed in the back corner of the boat house so I headed that direction. I rather unceremoniously dropped her onto the double bed and flipped her over onto her stomach, bent her over the mattress and gave her right butt cheek a hearty smack leaving a big red hand print on it. She squealed in delight and grinded her butt back into me. I asked, âis that what you wanted Missy, did you want it rough?â as I smacked her other cheek. âCâmon you pussy is that all you got?â she retorted. So I decided to make it a point of pride to show this little minx what exactly it is I was made of. I smeared the precum that had been forming on the tip of my cock up and down the length of it and lined him up with the entrance of her pussy. I slowly teased the tip in an inch and then pulled it back out. I did this 7 more times until I was completely buried in her, she was moaning nonstop by now and I wasnât even close to done. I had cum twice already that day so I was set to go for almost a solid hour now. So I set to pounding, I wound up her hair in my hand and used it as a makeshift set of reins. I pulled her head back and groped her breasts as I pounded her. After about 20 minutes I still wasnât close even though she had cum close to four or five times. I pulled out of her with a small sucking noise and flipped her over on her back on the bed and pulled each one of her legs up and onto my shoulders opening her up even more for the deep penetration that I wanted. I repeated the process I did to her in doggy style, slowly working my cock back into her fractionally before pulling it out and then working it back in. I finally got it buried all the way in her, she had three more orgasms in the process and was getting close to being spent so I decided to go for broke, I wanted her to feel me for a week. She was moaning nonstop by now so I started thrusting with wild abandon starting to seek my own pleasure at this point, after about 30 minutes I started to feel that familiar sensation in my balls welling up. I shouted, âI hope youâre ready baby because Iâm gonna paint your insides white again!â She must have heard me because she clamped down hard one last time with her pussy and I shot my second load of the day deep in her love canal. I was just hoping that that pill she was on works. She screamed one last time and her eyes rolled back in her head and passed out, I was just a few seconds in time behind her, I pushed her farther back up on the mattress and fell asleep on top of her still buried in her. The last thing I remembered was feeling my cum seeping out of her pussy and running down my ballsâŚ
Chapter 3: The Afterparty
We slept in until the next afternoon because we were so exhausted from the night before. I remember waking up feeling something warm and wet pulsing around my cock, I looked down and saw that my girl and I were spooned together so I assumed that sometime that night my member had rehardened and stayed snug and warm in that most intimate recess. I started flexing my abs making my dick twitch inside her pussy, she must have felt it and started waking up. She looked up at me over her shoulder and smiled the most contented smile that all but melted me. I leaned down and planted a warm, tender kiss on her lips. âGood morning beautiful,â I said. âHow was your night?â She responded by contracting the muscles in her love canal, squeezing me tight. âReally now?â I asked. âYou arenât sore at all from last night?â âI am a little bit but I think I have one more go round in me before Iâm done,â she teased. My lust for fucking had been satiated last night. I wanted to make love with this angel lying next to me. So I pulled myself out with a small plop and a dissatisfied sigh from my girl. I wanted to kiss her hurts away so I gently spread her legs and started planting small kisses all around her pussy. I kissed my way up both her thighs to her knees and back down and teasing my lips ever closely to her waiting opening but I resisted. When she started her little whimpering noises that mean sheâs close I flattened my tongue and licked up and down her waiting recess, completely uncaring about the sperm drizzling out, only wanting to bring her pleasure. When she clamped her thighs around my head signaling her release only then did I bring my throbbing cock to her. I didnât tease this time, simply slowly pushing in all the way to the hilt a fraction at a time. Once all the way in she gave a contented sigh and pulled me to her for a long wet kiss. There was so much passion in one act that I was almost left breathless. I pulled away from the kiss and began slowly pumping in and out. She moaned in pleasure when I combined nibbling on her collarbone with my ministrations below. I kept up this combo occasionally switching collarbones for probably twenty minutes. It was odd because usually she has at least one good cum by this time so I plunged back in and held and asked, âWhatâs the deal baby doll? Usually youâve had a couple orgasms by now?â She said, âIâm taking advantage of this slow pace to try to control myself and save it all up for one big one.â I merely nodded in agreement, noticing for the first time that all this time I had neglected her breasts. Chuckling lightly to myself I bent down to her left breast and began to lap at her erect nipple, while simultaneously lightly kneading her right like a lump of dough. She always had highly sensitive breasts so I wanted to use this to my advantage to bring her to new heights of carnal pleasure. I kept up my attack on her breasts and increased my tempo down below slightly for another 15 or so minutes, alternating every so often before she started trembling. She was literally shaking like a leaf in high wind. I knew that this was my cue to increase my tempo a little bit more, when all at once I felt flooded with wetness. Now every now and then I could get her to gush a little bit, but this felt like a dam bursting. My cock and thighs were now coated and girl cum, when that realization processed my little head went crazy, I plunged as deep as I possibly could and unloaded with possibly the most intense orgasm of my life. It felt like I had a fire hose as a cock because I didnât cum in spurts. It felt like one long blast that had to have filled her up to the eyeballs because I passed out from ecstasy.
When I came to I was still buried in her with my cum seeping out around my deflated member. There was a pool of our combined juices beneath her, and I looked up she was looking down at me with a passion Iâd never seen before and it only felt right to lean up and plant a kiss on those soft lips of hers. It was almost evening, I could tell by how little light was seeping in from the window on the door. I said, âWow, what a night.â She smiled back at me and said, âno matter how long I live, Iâll never forget that night, I love you so much.â âI love you too baby doll, more than you know.â I sealed it with a kiss, then got up and we pulled on our sheets covering up the necessities before we made our way back into the main house. There were only a few people left and they were helping my buddy do some cleanup. So my girlfriend and I grabbed our overnight bags we stashed in the closet and headed to the master bathroom. It had a big shower with plenty of room for two. So we took our times lathering each up each otherâs bodies making sure to cover every square inch. After a refreshing 20 minute shower we got out and dried each other off. We put on our spare clothes and went and thanked my friend for throwing this bash. We loaded up in my Jeep, put the top down and headed back to town with her head resting on my shoulder and legs curled up beneath her on the seat. She was asleep as soon as we hit the highway so I coasted down to 55 on that lonely interstate and rolled down the windows and just enjoyed the ride. Once we got back to town, I carried her up the stairs of her porch and into her bedroom and laid her down. I brought in her bag and said goodbye to her mother and headed home. I staggered up the stairs to my room and passed out with a contented smile on my face.
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This is the second installment in the story of Heidi. Please let me know if this one is good, and if the comments are good, I’ll publish Chapter 3. Once again, please be nice.Heidiâs All Grown Up: Ch 2
Lily heard Peter come into the small house they shared. She smiled at her handsome, strapping son, thinking that he was nothing like the cruel lord who had beaten her unconscious and then made her have a baby. She had no idea what he had done to her while she lay at his mercy, only that when she awoke, she was bleeding from between her legs, too. She was already bleeding from several cuts and scratches he had inflicted, as well as very sore from the large number of deep and painful bruises he had given her. She had been only fourteen when he did this, and had only just begun to get her moon cycles. Her mother had not even had the chance to give her the talk every mother must give her daughter, telling her how to care for herself. So when she found blood between her legs too, she had simply assumed he had beaten her there as well as everywhere else. Lilyâs mother, Janelle, had realized what the bastard had done to her tender young daughter, and they had fled that same night. For six months Janelle kept them moving, ever afraid that the lord would pursue them. When it became too dangerous for Lily to travel any more, they came upon a small village at the foot of the Alps. Janelle knew well the stigma that she and her daughter faced in such a small village, but they were out of the reach of the lord, and that was all that mattered. Indeed, the village people were less than kind to the mother and daughter that had fetched up on their doors. They were small-town people, with small-town views. The townspeople told Janelle that Lily was damned for leaving her husband, and the child would be damned and a bastard as well. This view was only encouraged by the local priest, who was a venomous old snake, more eager to spit at the poor ladies than pray for their souls.
After a few days, Janelle had been surprised to receive a visitor at the room they were staying in. The man who came calling introduced himself as John. He did not give a surname, saying that the townspeople simply knew him as the man of the mountain, despite the fact that he had only moved in about five years ago, having been discharged from the kingâs service.
John told Janelle that he had heard of Janelle and Lily from the goatherd, who was also the town gossip. He said that he had come to her with a proposition. If she and Lily would cook his meals and wash his clothing, he would see to it that they would have a warm place to stay. Thinking that John had wanted them to stay with him, and also thinking that he probably wanted more than hot meals and clean clothing, Janelle was understandably wary. Had they just escaped the clutches of one bastard, only to run into the grasp of another? Nevertheless, she had agreed, realizing that she and Lily had nowhere else to go.
As soon as she had agreed, John moved into action. He arranged a room with one of the nicer ladies of the town and helped Janelle move her and Lilyâs things in. He then began to get to work, building a small cabin for the two women, with a little extra room for the coming baby. He had not told Janelle that he was building a house, just that he needed to make further arrangements. He had also hired a couple of young men to help him with the construction from the money he had saved from when he was in the kingâs army. While Janelle and Lily made sure that John had hot meals and clean clothing every night, he worked hard every day for two months, constructing a snug home for them.
When he was finished, John brought Janelle and Lily up to their new home on the mountain. By now, Lily was very far along in her pregnancy, and she grew tired very quickly, so John had carried her most of the way. He had arranged for one of the young men who had been helping him build the cabin to take their things up in a wagon later in the day. When Janelle saw the beautiful cabin, and John told her that it was for her and her daughter, Janelle had broken down in tears. She threw herself into Johnâs arms and kissed him fiercely. Fortunately, he had put Lily down some minutes before. He had returned her kiss eagerly, feeling paid in full for all of the hard work he had put into making sure that the destitute women had a place of their own. He didnât know what had prompted their flight, but he knew it had to be desperate to cause two women, one of them fifteen and pregnant, to undertake a journey alone off to parts unknown. Hearing of Janelle and Lilyâs plight had aroused his pity, as well as his admiration for their bravery. Janelle had found Johnâs house the next few evenings, and had made sure that he knew just how grateful she was for his kindness.
John helped them get settled into their new home before winter arrived. He had also shared some of his produce from his garden and regularly gave them half of whatever he hunted, just keeping the hides to cure and sell for money. In return, all he had asked was that they continued to wash his clothing and cook the occasional meal. Janelle had eagerly agreed, occasionally visiting John to deliver his evening meal and make sure it was hot enough. Shortly before winter settled in, Lily went into labor. Knowing nothing about babies, John had run down the mountain to fetch the elderly midwife and help her up to the house. When the midwife asked him to build a fire to warm cloths in, he had built a roaring fire, just as nervous as if it was his own child being birthed. When Lily had gotten to the final stages of her labor, it had been Johnâs hand she nearly crushed. And when Peter had made his entrance into the world, John had had tears in his own eyes, too. At the same time, the midwife had some bad news for Lily. The beating and rape that she had suffered had left her barren. She would bear no more children.
John had done his best to take care of Janelle, Lily and Peter, always keeping his relationship with Janelle discreet, as she had wished. He had never let Peter know just how proud he was of the boy, but Lily knew, and had tried to cultivate a friendship, if not a real father-son relationship with him. He had taught Peter how to hunt and track, as well as introducing him to tending at least the couple of goats that he had. When Peter had turned six, John had arranged for the old goatherd, that gossipy old man, to take Peter on as an apprentice. Lily had been grateful that John had done his best to secure a future for her son, despite the fact that they were in no way related. Peter had looked up to John as a father figure, and she was glad.
When Heidi had come to live with John, he had been terrified. He had no experience with raising girls. His wife had divorced him when she had decided that he was more married to the army life than he was to her. His daughters had been twins, and were just babies when his wife left. As a result, he had had no hand in raising his two daughters. When Nikki had shown up and informed him of his daughtersâ marriage, and her and her husbandsâ death in an accident, it had been the first word he had had of either of his daughters since his wife had divorced him twenty-five years ago. This time, John had turned to Lily and Janelle for help, needing the advice of the two women, one because she had raised a girl successfully, and the other because it had not been all that long since she had been a girl herself. Lily had come to see Heidi as a daughter, and had been thrilled when she and Peter had hit it off so well.
When Nikki had taken Heidi away, Lily had seen how despondent Peter was. She had thought it was just a boy missing his best friend, and had assumed that he would snap out of it soon. As the months had passed and Peter continued to mope about, Lily had been beside herself with worry. She hadnât known how to reach her depressed son. Then, when Heidi had come back a year later and Peter had been so happy, she knew that everything was alright.
When Heidi had begun to have her moon cycles, John had asked Lily to give her the motherâs talk, since Janelle had been ill. Lily had done her best, but her mother had never given her the full talk, assuming that Lily knew very well how she had come to be pregnant. She certainly couldnât tell Heidi what it meant to mate with a man, since she had been unconscious the only time she had!
Three months later, despite Johnâs best efforts, Janelleâs illness got worse, and she lost her battle with it. John had been devastated. He had come to love Janelle very much, and losing her had hurt him more than anyone else knew. He hid his pain behind his stern shield, never letting anyone see the depth of his sorrow at losing his lover.
Peter came through the door of his home and saw his very pretty mother at their table, preparing dinner. As he walked in the door, he took a moment to really see just how attractive his mother was. She stood at 5â6â, only a little taller than his beloved Heidi. Chestnut hair topped her crystal blue eyes. She had a lovely, porcelain complexion, and a ready smile. Having birthed and nursed a baby, her breasts were a little larger than Heidiâs, but still firm with all the work she did to keep them fed and comfortable. A slim waist flowed into curvy hips that seemed to naturally draw a manâs gaze. Her legs were slim but strong and well-defined. She had always lavished him with love. He knew she had given birth to him at a very young age, but did not know anything about the exact circumstances. He had no idea who his father was, nor did he wish to. The one time he had asked his grandmother, he had been five. She had turned white, and whispered that that was not a discussion for young ears. He had never gotten up the nerve to ask again.
Lily turned and smiled at her son, welcoming him home. âGood evening, Peter. How was your day today? Did Heidi go with you?â she asked innocently. At the thought of just how his day had gone earlier, Peterâs manhood began to thicken just a little. âYes, Mother. Heidi did go with me today, and we really enjoyed each otherâs company.â he replied. He walked over and kissed his mother hello. As he did, he found himself noticing just how soft and sweet his motherâs lips were. He drew back, not sure what to do with this feeling. She was his mother, after all. He rested his hands on her shoulders. âMother, you seem to have a lot of tight spots in your neck and shoulders. Would you like me to rub your shoulders, try to work some of them out?â he asked. She replied, âOh Peter, that would be nice.â Peter began to gently massage his motherâs neck and shoulders, just trying to work some of the tension out of her tightly knotted muscles. He knew that washing clothes sometimes left her very tense. As he worked, Lily began to flex her shoulders and moan with contentment, enjoying her sonâs gentle touch. When he finished, she stood and gave her son a hug. Peter wrapped his arms around his petit mother, enjoying the feeling of his motherâs warm, soft body against his. Drawing back from the embrace, Peter smiled down at his mother. âHow would you like if I continued what Iâve just started?â he asked. Lily returned his smile. âWhat do you mean?â âIf youâd like, I could massage your whole back, really relaxing you.â âBut Peter, I have to finish dinner.â she replied. Peter smiled softly at his mother and gently kissed her again. âDinner can wait.â he murmured.
Leading his mother into her room by the hand, he paused to get a bottle of oil he had been saving. It had a light floral fragrance that he really liked. He turned to his mother. âYou know, for this to really work, you should take your clothes off.â He said. âWhy?â she asked. He guestured toward her dress. âYour dress gets in the way of my hands. Iâll be able to do a better job if you take it off.â He replied. He truly had no intention of doing anything else than making his lovely mother feel more relaxed. Lily thought about it for a moment, and agreed. She made Peter leave the room so she could disrobe, then covered herself entirely. Then she told him he could come back in.
When Peter came into the room he had undressed too, so that he wouldnât get oil on his clothing. He smiled at the sight of his mother, wrapped in all her blankets. âMother, if Iâm to massage your back, perhaps you should be on your stomach, and maybe with less blankets?â he suggested. She giggled a little at that and flipped onto her stomach, adjusting the blankets as she did so that they were at waist level. When she did, she accidentally gave Peter a glimpse of her creamy breasts. Peter struggled to make no sign of what he had just seen, and instead concentrated on pulling the blankets down the rest of the way until they were bunched at the foot of her bed. Then he knelt next to her on the bed, reaching for the oil. He poured a little of the lotion into his palm and worked it into his hands, wanting to soften them a little. Then he reached for her shoulders, continued what he had started earlier.
Peter began to really enjoy the massage he was giving his mother. He loved hearing her moan and sigh her contentment. He worked down her back, just looking to relax and comfort her. As he did so, he began to notice how soft her skin was, and how it so readily responded to his touch.
As Peter worked on her back, Lily began to get a strange feeling. She felt warm and tingly, but not just where Peter was touching. She felt a slight warmth between her legs. She had only felt this way once before, when she was a child and had watched two of the lordâs horses mate. She had started to feel her secret place tingle and tighten, and had felt the strangest trickle of wetness. At first, she had thought it was her moon cycle, but when she had gotten home, there was no telltale red on her panties, just dampness. Lily didnât know what the warm sensation was, but she didnât want it to stop.
When Peter reached her waist, Lily hesitantly asked, âPeter, would you mind massaging my legs next? Theyâre a little sore tonight.â Peter smiled and readily assented. Turning around so he faced her feet, he started at her soles and worked his way up, adjusting his position when he needed to. He gently worked the muscles of her calves and moved to her strong thighs. As he did so, he noticed that he could see directly up to his motherâs womanhood. He blushed and looked away quickly, his manhood growing hard again, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he found himself peeking back furtively. When Peter reached the apex of her thigh, he exerted just a little pressure, asking her to open her legs a little more for him. When she complied, he continued to massage her, but this time just an inch from his motherâs beckoning womanhood. Peter moved smoothly to his motherâs behind, massaging the large muscles there also. When he finished massaging her bottom, he hesitantly asked his mother, âWould you like me to massage your front as well?â âMmm, that would feel nice,â his mother mumbled, almost asleep due to her sonâs tender ministrations.
Moving aside so she could turn over, Peter gasped as his motherâs body was revealed to him. Misunderstanding the cause of his swift intake of breath, Lilyâs eyes snapped open. âAre you alright, Peter?â she asked. âOh, Mother. Iâm more than alright. Youâre beautiful!â he whispered. Lily blushed. âOh, Peter, Iâm not beautiful. There are many women out there who make me look like the plain sparrow I am.â Peter couldnât believe his ears. âMother, the only woman I know who can hold a candle to you is Heidi. You know how I feel about her, and that I want to marry her, but if it were not for the fact that you are my mother, I would ask for your hand.â he replied earnestly. âI love you, and I wish you could truly see how beautiful I think you are.â Lily smiled. âThatâs very nice of you Peter.â
Peter could see that he was not going to convince her, so he left off. Starting at her shoulders again, he worked his strong hands down his motherâs arms and hands, massaging each one until they were relaxed and pliant against the sheets. Next, he placed his hands just above the swell of her bountiful breasts, holding his breath as he did so. When her only response was a smile and a moan, he boldly slid his hands down until they rested fully upon his motherâs breasts. His innocent mother didnât react, so he began to fondle and massage his motherâs creamy breasts. He gently rolled her nipples in his fingers, remembering how much Heidi had enjoyed this earlier. Lily began to really moan and gasp now, nearly overwhelmed at the pleasureable sensations her son was causing in her. Suddenly, she felt warmth and wetness engulf her sensitive nipple. Opening her eyes, she was shocked to see Peter nursing at her breast, as he had done years ago! âPeter, what are you doing?â the shocked woman moaned. Peter lifted up and smiled. âDoes this feel good?â he asked. âYes,â his mother replied. âThen thatâs what Iâm doing.â he smiled. And with that, he returned to suckling at her sweet nipples. He tongued and nibbled at her sensitive peaks, relishing her moans and cries of pleasure. He had no idea that there was anything wrong or sinful about what he was doing, since he had never set foot in the village church.
Lily was lost in a world of new sensations. She had never felt such pleasure. She hadnât even known that such feelings were possible!
While Peter licked and sucked at his motherâs breasts, he moved his thigh a little further up from where it lay between her thighs. When he did, his strong thigh came into contact with his the apex of her thighs. Peter was shocked to feel the wetness there. Drawing away from her soft breasts, he looked down to where his thigh now pressed to his motherâs womanhood. He could see that the lips of her sex were drawn back, and the inner lips were visible. He moved down his motherâs body until he could look at her womanhood more closely. Upon looking closely, he was amazed to see that her womanhood was wet, glistening with her juices. Curious at what her juice would taste like, he licked from the bottom of her womanhood all the way to the top, unknowingly licking over her engorged button. As he passed his tongue over her sensitive sex, Lily arched her back and cried out the loudest yet! âAh, Peter! That feels so good!â Encouraged by her cries, Peter again licked her from bottom to top, and was again rewarded with a pleasured cry. So he continued to lick at her soft, wet flesh. He worked to discover what made her moan and what made her writhe. He soon realized that there was a small button, no larger than the tip of his pinky, that she seemed to really react to when he touched it. He also soon discovered that there was an opening, from which all of her juices seemed to flow. When he licked at that engorged tip and pushed his finger into the opening, Lily suddenly felt the forces within her reach a crest. She cried out: âPeter! Whatâs happening?â And recognizing his motherâs reaction for the same thing that he and Heidi had experienced earlier that day, he raised his head to watch his mother moan and writhe her way through her first orgasm.
When Lily finally came down from the wave she had been riding, she looked down her body to see her son smiling, a truly pleased expression on his drenched face. Then Peter got up and crawled his way up his motherâs body to kiss her deeply. Lily returned his kiss eagerly, wrapping her legs around his trim waist. When she did, her womanhood suddenly came into contact with Peterâs rock-hard manhood, and the head sank into her warmth a little. Peter groaned and his hips unconsciously pushed forward slightly. At feeling the pleasurable invasion, Lily cried out and lifted her hips to meet Peterâs slight push. In this way, Peter penetrated a woman for the first time. Each slight thrust of his hips was met with one of his motherâs.
Lily groaned at the feeling of her sonâs thick manhood penetrating her. She had never experienced such mind-blowing sensations! Peter lifted his hips, moaning again at the feelings coursing through him. Her sheath pulsed and gripped him tightly, surrounding his manhood completely. He pushed forward again, lost in the pleasure they were both experiencing. With that, Peter made sweet love to his mother. He could hear her pleasured cries as well as his own. Grasping her hips, he began to slide slowly into and out of her soft womanhood, moaning again at the incredible sensations. With a few strokes, Peter began to feel the surge building within him. He moved faster, wanting to feel that exhilarating rush again. Lily was meeting each of his powerful thrusts with one of her own. Her body knew what it was doing, even if she didnât!
Suddenly, Lily felt a wave of pleasure wash over her again. Her already tight sheath clenched around her sonâs thick manhood, engulfing him in the same wave. Lily screamed her pleasure, crying out: âPeter! Oh, Peter!â Peter met her sudden increase in intensity, feeling the surge rising even more. âMother! Itâs happening! Here it comes!â he cried. And with that, his manhood erupted, filling his mother with his thick, creamy come. He thrust a few more times into her, wanting to feel her sweet warmth, drawing the sensations out. Then, overcome, he collapsed, but landed on his elbows, not wanting to crush his delicate mother below him.
He lifted up a little, and smiled at the beautiful woman under him. She returned his smile with a shaky one of her own. Then he gingerly lifted his hips and withdrew his deflated manhood from his motherâs still-twitching sheath. Lily moaned a little at the loss.
Peter fully pulled out, and then collapsed onto his side on the bed, putting his arm around his motherâs waist. âMother, that was incredible. I donât have the words to tell you just how wonderful that was.â he whispered. Lily smiled at Peter. âIâve never felt like that before, either. I didnât even know it was possible.â Peter was confused. He knew how life started, having seen the goats he tended mating, and the results later. His mother had given birth to him, shouldnât she know how it had happened? âMother, I donât understand. Didnât you experience something like this with my father?â he asked innocently. Lily dropped her blue eyes from her sonâs grey ones. âIâm sorry, Peter. I should have told you this much sooner.â Peter was shocked to see tears fill his motherâs crystal eyes. He got worried, thinking perhaps it was best he didnât know. Lily sat up and turned away from her sonâs gaze, using her chestnut hair as a shield. Peter sat up too, and, taking his mother into his strong arms, he whispered into her hair. âItâs alright, Mother. You donât have to tell me if you donât want to.â Lily sighed. âNo, I need to tell you this. You should at least know who your father is.â
With that, Lily told Peter of who his father was, and the events that had precipitated his birth. At hearing of the brutal beating and rape of his mother, Peter felt a powerful rage come over him. When she told him of Johnâs kindness, and the close relationship he and his grandmother Janelle had had, he was overcome with wonder. Why had a perfect stranger taken pity on two desperate women, even going to the extent of building and giving them a house! Although he looked up to the man of the mountain, and saw him as a father figure, he had never before realized just how kind and loving he really was. He was also incredibly proud, that his mother would have the bravery to flee her home and everything she knew to try at a new life away from her abuser.
When Lily finished telling him of his origin, and how they had come to live where they were, she simply stayed silent. She had no idea what to do, now that her terrible secret was out. Peter touched her shoulder softly, turning her to face him. When Lily raised her blue eyes to his grey ones, he was surprised to see the apprehension there. Wanting to comfort her, he pulled his mother into his arms, embracing her tightly. âWhy are you afraid?â he asked. Lily softly replied, âI could not bear to see the hate you must feel for me.â Peter was confused. âWhy should I hate you?â he asked. Lily sighed and dropped her gaze. âWhen the lord I served beat me, he told me that it was my fault. He said that I had driven him to it, that I had given him cheek,â she whispered. Peter tipped her chin up until he could look into her eyes again. âNever blame yourself for being a victim,â he said firmly. Then leaning down, he kissed her tenderly, trying to put all he felt, all his admiration for the woman in his arms, into the kiss. Lily leaned into the kiss, feeling the intense emotion Peter had put into it. She was so grateful that her son had not repudiated her for her past.
Peter drew back from the kiss, shaking a little. He desperately wanted to show his mother how much he loved her. Seeing the soft smile on her face, he smiled too, then bent down and kissed her again, this time gently seeking entrance into her sweet mouth. Lily sighed softly and allowed him the entrance he sought. Turning more fully into his arms, she pulled him close, running her fingers through his black hair and loving the soft texture. Peter moaned at the feeling of his motherâs fingers running over his scalp and caressing his ears, causing shivers to run down his spine. He slid a hand over her breast, seeking her tender nipple. When he found it, he began to gently roll and tug on it with his strong fingers. Lily moaned and shifted so he had better access to her soft flesh, her own fingers seeking his nipples almost hidden in the muscle and rich tan of his chest. She shyly ran her fingers over the flat button, glancing up at him as she did so. Encouraged by his smile, she leaned in and ran her tongue over it. Peter sucked in her breath at the sensual touch. Lily heard his soft gasp and it encouraged her even more. Smiling up at him, she pushed at his chest gently, wanting to explore a manâs body for the first time. Peter returned her smile and obliged, lying back on the sheets to give her full access to his body.
Lily leaned over her sonâs chest, marveling at the strong muscles their life had given her son. He had worked hard most of his young life, and it showed in the muscled strength of his body. He was not overly large, but had well-defined muscles without a hint of spare flesh. She ran her fingers over his chest, marveling that this strong body before her had once come from hers. She trailed her fingers over his rippling stomach and small waist. Then she leaned over and ran her tongue over his manly nipple again. Peter gasped and moaned a little. Lily smiled at his reaction, and then moved lower, wanting to see what else made him moan. She kissed her way over his flat stomach and reached the forest of black pubic hair just a little below. Lifting up a little, she looked at her sonâs uncut manhood for the first time since he was a toddler. She touched it gently, marveling at the soft skin that covered his shaft. As his manhood stiffened, it gradually emerged from its protective foreskin. Lily gazed at the soft, spongy head. As she watched, a drop of pearly fluid emerged from the slit at the tip. Curious, she leaned in and licked the drop off, tasting a manâs cream for the first time. Peter moaned at the feel of her mouth at it came into contact with his erection. Encouraged by his moans, she then licked around his head and slid her mouth over his hard shaft. She gently fondled his big balls and ran her hands over the thick shaft that sprouted above them.
Peter looked down his body and groaned at the sight of his mother working his manhood. He loved that she had decided she wanted to explore his body, but at the same time, he wanted to explore hers too! He had so enjoyed the taste of her sweet womanhood! Smiling, he realized that maybe they could both get what they wanted.
Stroking a hand tenderly through her hair, he very gently pulled her off his erection and told her: âI want to taste you, now.â Lily frowned, reluctant to give up her pleasurable explorations. Seeing her frown, Peter smiled. âDonât worry, Iâm not asking you to stop. I just want you to move a little.â And he then pulled her into a position so her womanhood was positioned over his face and her own face was facing his hard shaft. âSee? Now we can both get at what we want.â And with that, he pulled her hips down just a little more and licked her from top to bottom. Lily moaned, her back arching with the new pleasure, and then turned her attention back to the pleasure looking her in the eye. She slid her mouth back over him, swirling and fluttering her tongue as she did. Peter moaned too, and then concentrated on tasting and pleasing his mother. Using his hands and tongue, he then set out to find out what made her moan and what made her writhe. Lily began trying to see just how much of her sonâs large manhood she could fit in her mouth. She slid him to the back of her mouth and tried to see if she could swallow him, but he hit her gag reflex and she had to back off, coughing a little. She decided to not try that again, but concentrate on working her tongue over him. At every drop of pearly come that emerged from his winking eye, she felt her womanhood tense a little, and release just a little of her own juice.
Meanwhile, Peter was doing a little tasting of his own. He had found that very sensitive tip again and discovered that his mother reacted most favorably to having him gently run his tongue and nibble on it. Concentrating on the small nub, he began to really work that wonderful, small spot. Suddenly, his mother pulled her mouth off his manhood and cried out loudly and her womanhood released a flood of sweet cream. When she stopped coming, Lily pulled her hips away and sat up. Still shaking a little, she moved so that she was straddling Peterâs hips. She smiled down at her son and, taking him in hand, placed his head at her entrance. Peter moaned at the warmth that began to engulf his shaft and tried to lay very still, allowing his mother to take the lead and pleasure herself. Lily closed her eyes as she sank down on her sonâs engorged manhood, the thick shaft filling her depths. Seating herself fully, she just sat there for a moment, allowing herself to enjoy the sensation of the thick erection impaling her. Peter couldnât resist reaching up and placing his hands over his motherâs large, creamy breasts. At his touch, she opened her eyes and smiled into Peterâs. Then she began to lift up again, not wanting to wait to make her son reach his peak. As she moved over his manhood, Peter let go of her breasts and grasped her hips, guiding her as she slid over his erection. Their cries and moaned mingled, creating a sweet harmony as they made love to each other.
Peter moved his hips faster as he felt himself reaching his peak for the fourth time that day. He had never experienced so much pleasure in one day! This time, he could feel the tension as his eruption drew closer and closer. Then, feeling like a cup that had just been filled to overflowing, he suddenly pulled her mother close and drove his tongue into her mouth in a deep kiss. At the same time, he began really moving her hips, pulling her in incredibly tight as his manhood swelled even thicker and began pulsing with his ejaculation. Lily pulled away from the kiss to scream her pleasure as her son came inside her for the second time, his eruption causing her own to happen. Her sheath tightened incredibly with the force of her orgasm, causing Peter to cry out too. Then he moved her just a few strokes more and she collapsed onto his chest, panting and trembling.
Peter pulled her close and stroked his hand over her hair, enjoying the feeling of each and every tremor as it coursed through her body. At the same time, he felt just the smallest stab of regret that this precious moment hadnât been shared with his beloved Heidi. Would she be upset at the events that had just taken place?
Lily slipped herself off of her son and curled up beside him. He cuddled in behind her, and pulled her in close as they drifted off to sleep.
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