Mike And Sarah
By Allison Heather
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011 Allison Heather
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Dedication and Warning
This book like my other books written and to be written are a silent homage to all those who have dared and would dare break taboos. I am struggling to do so myself.. probably one day I would accomplish that and join the ranks of brave and wonderful. Until then, for me pen [keyboard] and imagination are two very strong tools.
The book contains strong adult theme and should be read by those who are open-minded and like challenging imaginations. Best Wishes and thanks for picking up [rather downloading] this book.
This a rather shortish sweet story
Happy Reading.
Feedback and suggestions are welcome.
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Mike and Sarah
By Allison Heather
Chapter 1
Mike was behaving uncharacteristically. He was quietly confident young man not given to bad language or vocal sexual slang or expletives. Mike's hand slipped lightly up and down the shaft of his huge cock and, while squinting his eyes so they appeared to be closed, he watched a naked form appear in the hallway just a few feet from his bedroom door.
The only two people in the house were Mike and his mother, so the naked figure hovering just outside his door had to be his mother, Sarah.
They had finished Christmas and New Year was two days away. Mike was desperate to turn and help his mother turn a new leaf this year.
Mike was soon to leave for university and both him and his mother were feeling the strain that he would be another town and his mother would be alone in the big house. After the death of his father his mother had brought him up. Mike was always a good polite boy and his physical development first Matched and then outstripped his father and made him the toast of his teachers and classmates equally.
My God! It's working, Mike thought to himself as he watched the nude form of his mother creep down the hall toward his room in the soft light spilling into the hall from the flickering candles on his dresser.
Mike's heart raced at the significance of this. It meant everything he had done the last few days was working. Of course, she wasn't in his room yet. She wasn't in his bed, asking him to make love to her flooded pussy yet... but...
Mike continued stroking his massive cock, but not too seriously. His large hand barely managed to encircle three fourth of his very long giant of a cock. As hot as he was -- hotter now that his mother approached the trap he had set [Mike felt ashamed to think of the situation like this] --Mike didn't want to take the chance of having an orgasm before his first serious roll in the sack with his mother, something he was almost sure would happen in the next few minutes if things went right.
Her seeing him stroking his cock was part of the plan. Another part was for her to hear him softly calling out her name. But she had to get closer for that. Patience, he thought. Patience. Just keep stroking. And when she's close enough, start saying her name with lust and love.
Mike watched as she entered, but stopped, in the doorway of his room. She was definitely naked or nearly so. Light from the candles on his dresser bathed her full and finely shaped breasts, and cascaded down her pretty, poochy little female belly. In her late 30's, her hips had the fullness of maturity, but her muscles were taught, her well-formed ass soft but firm, giving her an ageless appearance that caused more than one man to wonder how old she really was. Perhaps it was her blond hair that made her face look so young, her large heavy soft, sloping breasts that made her look divinely feminine and those sensuous full hips that gave her that "I know what it's all about" look of an older, more sensuous woman.
Mike lay in the semi-darkness and drank it all in... his beautiful, blonde mother, naked large slightly droopy breasts catching the light, swollen clit poking out of her pouting pussy lips... it made his cock swell another notch. For a moment, he considered stroking harder, spewing a long stream of white-hot cum straight into the air.
As she stood wavering in the doorway, Mike mentally tensed but wished and hoped this would work. He lit the candles, turned on some soft music, and then he lay in his bed and started stroking his cock, but in such a way that his elbow lightly tap-tap-tapped the wall that separated their bedrooms. If what had just happened between them paid off, she would hear the rhythmic thumps on her wall and come to investigate. Somehow, deep in her subconscious, she would know what was going on, what he was doing. His elbow thumping would have the same effect as jungle drums calling a lost tribe member, and she would be inexplicably drawn to it.
And, sure enough, here she was, standing naked in the doorway to his bedroom. She lifted herself lightly on tiptoe to better see into the soft haze. Her beautiful legs, muscles taught, caught the candlelight as she strained to peer through the soft light where her handsome son lay stroking his cock.
Now, Mike thought to himself. Now is the time to start calling out her name. Mike was a silent type who would grit his teeth when he orgasmed.
"Mmmmm... Ooohhh... aawww... mom... sweet, sweet mom..." Mike sighed, stroking steadily feeling self-conscious.
Hearing her name caught her unaware, and she momentarily pulled back. Mike watched through his squinted eyes, hoping he hadn't scared her away, hoping she was not aware that he could see her.
"Ooohhh... mom... come to me... come to me, sweet mother... I need your pussy so bad... sooooo baaaad."
Sarah reappeared in the door, paused, and then took several tentative steps toward Mike, and then another hesitant step or two. She crept forward in halting inches and millimeters. It took a full minute to cover the few feet from the doorway to the end of his bed.
"Uunnngh... Mom... oh, where are you when I want you... mmmm..." Mike moaned, closing his eyes to the slimmest of slits. By now, she was so close he couldn't see her face. She was visible as a blurred form from her sweet long hard nipples down to where her pubic hair started.
Mike eased up on his cock and played with his balls. He massaged his sack with his left hand while absently letting his right hand ride lightly over his cockhead. Careful, he thought. This really feels good. Having the object of his lust standing not more than a couple of feet away added pressure to his already aching balls. God, I'd really like to splat a load right on the ceiling, he thought. But I can't. I have more serious work to do, he smiled to himself.
Carefully, he peered out of the slits in his eyelids. His mother was now at his side. She was leaning forward just enough that he could see her face. It was blurred, but he could make it out as she bent toward him. As her mother did so, she took a small sidestep, parting her legs, to gain a more stable standing position. Her shapely full legs glowed with a halo from the candle light behind her on the dresser, and now, with her legs apart, her blond pussy hair glowed like burning gold. Gingerly, her right hand slid between her legs. Mike knew she was searching for her clit.
"Aawww... mmmph... oh, Mom, where are you... bring me your pussy... bring it to me, pleeeaaaassse" Mike whispered into the dim light that surrounded him, saying it as though he were alone.