God Mother
by
Xavier Carter
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God Mother © 2011 by Xavier Carter ISBN: 978-1-4658-8653-8
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god·moth·er [god-muhth-er]
Noun
1. A woman who serves as sponsor for a child at baptism
2. Any female sponsor or guardian
A woman, who stands surety, for another in the rite of Christian baptism of an infant or child. In the modern baptism, the godmother makes a profession of faith for the person being baptized (the godchild) and assumes an obligation to serve as proxies for the parents if the parents either are unable or neglect to provide for the religious training of the child, in fulfillment of baptismal promises.
Chapter I
It is on my twelfth birthday I notice her as an individual. Up until that time, she is part of the group I know as relatives. It's the time in a boy's life when girls are no longer yucky and they start to be more than just a person who is not a boy. I also remember noticing my buddy's older sisters around the neighborhood. Especially, when they would lie out in their bikinis, bikinis, considered scandalous at the time, yet covering three times as much as the 'bikinis' of today.
She is a beautiful woman, with dark hair and clear brown eyes with specks of gold. Her nose, slightly bigger than most, fits her face perfectly. Her smile is what brings her to my attention, bright and sincere. At the time, all the women in my life are moms. Looking back, I now realize they are each in their own right, what we today call MILFs. Even my own mother is one, as are the mom's of all my friends. I remember this like it is yesterday.
Over the next couple of years, she attends every celebration parent's heap upon their children, little ones and big ones. Her name is Joan and on a number of occasions mom tells me, she is my God Mother and her husband is my God Father. At the time I have no idea what that means. It isn't until I truly notice her I want to know. So, shortly after my twelfth birthday, I ask my mother.
"Mom, what does it mean to be my God Mother?"
"I was wondering when you would ask that question. Joan is your God Mother and George is your God Father. If something were to happen to your father and me, they would take over for us, caring for you."
"Oh. Like what?"
"Well if we were to get into a car accident and…and…"
"Die?"
"Yes. Then Joan would become your mother and George your father. They would also take care of you if both dad and I were hurt at the same time and can't. Joan asked she be included in your life just in case something happened and she needed to care for you. She wants you to know her so you won't be afraid."
"Oh, okay. Thanks."
That is the best news I ever heard. She doesn't appear to be a blood relative. Oh and the part about her taking care of me if something is to happen to my parents isn't bad news either. Over the next couple of years, I grow close to Joan. At every event, which she attends in my life, I sit and talk with her. I tell her what is going on in my life and what my dreams might be at that point in time.
She seems so happy to hear every word I have to tell her. When I first did, she seems a little surprised, yet also pleased. As I grew older, I start to play sports. She attends every one of my little league games. Sitting in the bleachers with my mom and cheering me on. Then comes pony league. She is there, but seems sadder. When she attends my birthday parties, she comes alone.
It is my sixteenth birthday when I get the nerve up to ask her. We are sitting in the driveway the night of my party looking up at the stars. She is sipping a beer while I take small swigs out of my bottle of Pepsi.
"Joan, where is George?"
"Oh, god," she replies, her shoulders droop as her face, full of sadness, turns my way. "Sweetheart, George and I have divorced."
"Oh, Joan, I'm so sorry."
I am no stranger to divorce. Several friends on the block have been through them. It is sad to watch and I bet it is horrendous to experience.
"Thank you sweetie, you are such a joy to have in my life right now, I thank the stars that you and I can share our lives and experiences."
"Me too, Joan and I have wanted to say this for a long time now…I love you."
"Oh that's so sweet, I love you too."
She leans over, kisses my cheek, placing her hand on my head. She sits there smiling at me for a long time, stroking my hair gently. Then she stands, looks down at me and turns, hurrying away into the backyard. I swear she mutters under her breathe, 'If only…'.
Over the next couple of years, I just enjoy her company when I can. She is so easy to talk to and an avid listener. I tell her about everything I experience. My loves, my losses, my ups and downs, she listens to them all, intently, she is always concerned about my well-being and helps me work out my emotions.
As I get older, she gets more and more beautiful. It is true she is athletic. In our conversations, she tells me about her work out regime and I am truly impressed at how well it is working for her. Although she is not my mother's contemporary, Joan is at least five years, if not more, younger than mom, Joan has withstood the sands of time far better than my mother.
Chapter II
The years roll by and before I know it, it is 1968. I have graduated high school and turned eighteen. It is also July 4th, Independence Day and we will celebrate all three in one weekend. The fourth lands on a Thursday. All the neighbors decide to have their annual block party on Saturday, so on Friday all my relatives come over for my graduation slash birthday party. This year Joan is staying the night, so she can attend the block party the next day. It is nice to have her here. When it comes time to open my presents I save hers 'till last. From my other relatives, I receive some real nice things. Things I can use while I am away at college come fall, but not what I really want.
I have three presents left, all from Joan. Smiling I open the first. As the wrapping paper crumples in my grasp, I see it's an eight-track tape player for my car. That makes me real happy, it's just what I want. The next one turns out to be four tapes for the player, all contemporary rock bands. The last, is just a card, I open it and start to read. My jaw drops open and I can hardly believe my eyes. I close the card quickly, lest someone else read what Joan wrote there.
Looking up at my God Mother, I notice the slight nod of her head. My heart is pounding with excitement and joy. I mumble my thanks to her and lean over kissing her cheek as she places her hand at the nape of my neck.
"Whenever you want my love," she whispers in my ear.
To say I am in shock is an understatement. Smiling I just nod and back away thanking everyone for the gifts they have given me.
"I think I'm going out to install this," I say holding up the tape player.
I need to think. I need to calm my racing heart. I need…I need to talk to someone, but know there is no one. Walking back to the garage, I hear the back door open and close. As I collect the tools I will need from the bench in the garage, Joan walks in and leans against the bench watching me pull the tape player from its box.
"Joan," I start.
"What it is my dear?" she asks.
"Why?" I can't verbalize what is on my mind.
"Oh god, have I offended you?"
"What?
No. No. Never mind. I love you."
"I love you too. May I help?" she asks.
"If you would like too," I answer.
"I would, thank you."
For the next hour, we lie on the front seat of my car, head to head. We talk about my starting college in the fall. I am going to her alma mater where she still teaches. I have also wrangle myself into two of her classes. One is a required course the other is an elective. She sternly tells me I will not get any breaks because I am her godchild. I tell her I didn't expect any and I will be working hard to pass her classes.
About that time, we finish installing the player. Sitting up I push the key into the ignition and start the car. It rumbles to life with the radio blaring. I quickly turn it off and turn the player on. Taking one of the tapes from Joan, I slip it in the slot. As the music starts, I increase the volume. Smiling I turn to Joan who is smiling broadly back at me.
"This sounds great," I yell.
Joan just smiles nodding, then she puts her right hand behind my neck and pulls my lips to hers. I kiss her back. Now I'm not saying I am a virgin, but I have not had all that many opportunities at kissing girls. Joan pushes me away smiling, then pulls the tape from the player.
"It's about time I got back inside."
"Huh, oh, yes, yes of course. Thank you again for this, it's exactly what I wanted."
"I know sweetheart, enjoy," she tells me handing me the tape and sliding out of the car.
Sitting in the car, I watch her hips sway as she walks to the back door and disappears inside. Listening to the rumble of the exhaust, I think about Joan. I blip the gas pedal, as I think about the words I read in the card. I race the engine listening to the roar of the pipes. Smiling I shut the engine down and climb out. Tossing the tape in my hand onto the front seat, I close the garage door and go back inside. Mom is sitting in the kitchen with my aunt when I return to the house.
"How does it sound?" she asks, as my aunt goes into the living room.
"Good," I tell her moving to go into the living room too.
"No, please sit."
A mom, son talk is in order I guess. I sit facing my mom. Looking into her eyes, I see emotions I can't place. Emotions I have never seen in her eyes before. Worry mixed with sadness.
"You will be going away in the fall to college and I just want to make sure you are prepared for the things that happen there."
"Mom, I'll be home every day, it's just across town. And if there are times that I need to stay close to school, Joan has offered me a room at her place."
"I know sweetheart, I know. It's just as your mother I worry about you."
"I know you do mom, but I'm all grown up now. Look at where my eyes are compared to the many times we have sat here, having talks just like this in the past."
I am at least a half a head taller than mom is now. She smiles nodding her head as she chuckles.
"You're right of course. You are all grown up. My little boy has grown into a man. You know I love you just the same though?"
"I love you too mom, just as much as I did when I was little," I tell her smiling.
Raising my hand, I caress her cheek looking into her eyes. Slowly I lean forward so as not to startle her and gently press my lips to hers. A sigh escapes her throat as I pull away from her soft, warm lips. Shaking her head, she rises quickly from her seat and hurries into the living room. I sit there trying to figure out what is going through her mind, what is going through mine. My lips are tingling where they touched moms. Suddenly, I am a confused little boy again.
Two hands, on my shoulders startle me back to reality. Looking behind me I find my cousin, she finally made it to the party. Standing I take her in my arms for a friendly hug and kiss on the cheek. We are the same age, her being a month older, she laughs as I pull her close and crush the breath from her slender body. She is my best friend next to Joan. We are very close.
"So how's the birthday boy," she teases pushing away from me.
Her mother comes into the kitchen at the sound of her daughter's voice so I don't have to answer her. Aunt Jean gathers Karen into her arms. Karen hugs her mother back as they exchanged pleasantries. Karen hands me a gift-wrapped box as her mother pulls her past me. Smiling she mouths, "We'll talk later" to me. I laugh knowing we never will. Karen has been away at college and it has been months since her mom has seen her. She graduated high school a year ahead of me. Her birthday being a month ahead of mine she started school a year before me.
Taking the present I go back into the living room to open it, as it would be rude not to. Again, it is something I will need for college and there is a card inside. Before I can open the card Karen, who joins me on the couch, forestalls my movement.
"Open that when you are alone," she whispers.
"Why?" I whisper back.
Now that the wrapping paper is on the floor, the rest of the family is ignoring us, all except Joan. I notice her watching us intently from across the room.
"It's a surprise, but a surprise you shouldn't share with a room full of relatives. Trust me on this Cole, please."
"Okay," I tell her slipping the card in my pocket.
"Good, now give me a kiss and tell me thank you." I lean in and kiss her gently on the lips.
"Thank you Karen," I say loudly.
"You're welcome," she replies, then moves back to continue talking with her parents.
Chapter III
Smiling at everyone, I get up and go back outside, sitting in the covered glider on the front lawn. It is a beautiful night out, with nary a mosquito to bother me. As I, idly glide back and forth, I hear the back door open. Joan is standing in front of me, just out of the way of the glider, shortly. Planting my feet, I stop the swing.
"Sit please," I tell her.
"I will, thank you, if you tell me what I have done wrong."
Sitting next to me, I raise my foot and the glider starts it's back and forth motion once more. Looking into her eyes, I smile and shake my head. What I am feeling for her is beyond what I have ever felt for anyone.
"Joan…darling," I almost choke on that word, but I see her eyes light up, "I am not upset with you. It's me, I'm upset with, trust me. Here I am, eighteen years old and I can count the number of girls I have kissed on one hand. That would be you, my mother and Karen. There have been others, but you wouldn't know them, two of them to be precise. And then to…to be…"
"I knew it is too early in your life for that," she interrupts.
"No, it's not. That's the whole point. I was ready a long time ago. Karen showed me some things, but she is just as naïve as I. Don't look so shocked, yes, we experimented, touching each other, kissing, but that's as far as it went. Honest."
"Cole, I'm not judging you, honest. I am concerned for you. I am wondering how…what…college is a ruckus place. You will no doubt see things you have never seen before."
"Joan, I have seen porno flicks, so there is most likely nothing I haven't seen before."
"Ah…well then, you are well schooled in the sexual arts then. You know what to do to a girl to make her moan, to make her groan, to make her call out your name and not someone else's?"
"Oh…I guess not then, but I have seen such things. I may not have done them, no I'm not a virgin…"
"Really? Who is the lucky girl?" Joan asks smiling at me.
"It was," I start lowering my voice, "the girl next door."
"She is very lucky then."
All of a sudden, her lips press against mine. Soft and hot, they press gently. I close my eyes just enjoying the feel, the burning that accompanies this kiss. She scoots closer to me, pressing her body against mine. My hands come up, one to caress her face, the other to find something I have wanted to touch for a long time. As my hand finds her breast, she moans deep in her throat and presses her breast into my hand.
I feel her tongue flick out and touch my lips, then withdraw again. She pulls her lips from mine looking me in the eye. She doesn't attempt to remove my hand from her breast.
"When a girl flicks her tongue out to touch your lips it means she wants you to do the same. She also wants you to keep pushing your tongue into her mouth, as far as you can. Okay?"
I nod, dumbstruck. Her lips burn against mine again. Her tongue touches mine. I open my mouth, push my tongue forward, as I squeeze her breast. Her tongue meets mine inside her mouth, she moans and the breath in her lungs explodes out of her body. Her arms wrap around my shoulders as she pulls me tightly against her. We swirl our tongues around in her mouth for what seems like hours. I explore her breast, squeezing and caressing the pliant flesh to my heart's desire.
Suddenly, there is a hand on my shoulder that scares the shit out of me. Looking up from my heart attack, I see Karen. She is giggling, as is Joan.
"Everyone is getting ready to leave, so I came out first to let you know."
"Thank you Karen," Joan says.
Karen leans over kisses me hard, forcing her tongue into my mouth. Being bold because she started the kiss, I reach up and caress her breast. She just moans into my mouth pulling away quickly.
"No, no, no, some other time maybe," she says spinning around and heading back to the house.
"What do you think she meant by that?" I ask not expecting an answer.
"She loves you very much and wouldn't mind having sex with you," Joan says flatly.
"What?"
"You heard me, now we better go say good-bye."
Rising, I take her hand in mine as we wander around to the back door. I let go of her hand just as we see my relatives standing around talking. That is the way of things at these gatherings. Everyone talks and talks and talks, until it is time to go. Then they stand outside and talk some more.
I go around saying good-bye to everyone, kissing my aunt and grandmother on the cheek. Karen receives a quick buzz on the lips. My uncle and grandfather a handshake. Another ten minutes of talking and my grandfather fed up as usual, hustles grandma to the car to the laughter of everyone else. My aunt and uncle say their final good-byes and climb into their car. My cousin stands there with Joan and me talking until my parents say good night and go inside. My mother gives me a curious look before she closes the back door and turns out the porch light.
The darkness of night closes in on the three of us. Afraid to move, lest we stumble and fall, I gently place my arm around Joan's waist pulling her close. Once our eyes adjust to the darkness, the three of us wander back to the glider out front. The front porch light is still on bathing the darkness in bright light. Joan covers her eyes spinning out of my grasp. I hurry to the front door, open it and flip the switch tuning out the light.
Chapter IV
When I return to the glider, I find Joan and Karen in the outside seats, leaving me the middle seat between them. Sitting down I place my hand gently on Joan's knee, just below the hem of her dress. Back then, ladies wore dresses. Karan, also attired in a dress, that is just a little too short for her long legs. I miss those days.
"Cole, you have to promise me one thing," Karen demands.
"Sure, anything," I reply.
"That envelope I gave you. You must never, ever, let anyone see what is inside."
She now has me curious, really curious, but I would never betray my cousin's trust.
"Of course, but now you have piqued my interest as to what is inside."
"I knew it would, but please don't open it until you are alone, really alone."
"I won't Karen, I promise on my love for you."
"I love you too."
"Now you have my curiosity piquet dear Karen," Joan says softly.
"Oh, he can show you, just nobody else."
Karen leans over grabbing my face in her hands and kisses me gently on the lips. They are gone before I could really enjoy them. Yet her face is still right there in front of me, eyes glinting in the moon light.
"I really love you Cole, remember that."
Now I am really curious. I put my hand behind her head pulling her lips to mine. I push my tongue out touching her lips. She groans as it does. With a sigh, she opens her mouth letting my tongue in to swirl around hers. Before I knew what is happening my hand is on her breast, squeezing, crushing, caressing. She pushes me away breathing heavily.
"Not now, not now. Tonight you, tonight you are for another," she whispers.
I am now completely confused. Grabbing my ears, she kisses me quick then looks deep into my eyes. Shaking with what I can only assume is passion she drops her chin to her chest.
"Good night Cole, I will be back tomorrow for the party. I expect you to save me a dance."
Then she is gone, her warmth next me but a memory. I sit there looking in the direction she has gone and hear her car start. Then the lights come on blinding me, as she speeds out the driveway and down the road toward her mother's house. Turning to Joan I catch her face go from a frown, to a smile real quick.
"Is there something wrong Joan?"
"No, nothing, I promise."
"What's going on?"
Her shoulders slump, her head drops so I can't see her eyes. Reaching out I put my finger under her chin and force her to look at me. A tear flows down her cheek as others collect in her eyes.
"I must tell you, Karen and I have talked about you for a long time. She transferred to my alma mater. She is living with me, while she attends class. She confides in me, a lot of her feelings, feeling about her family, her mother and father, of her other cousins, but mostly about you. What she tells me she tells me in confidence, so I can't tell you. What I can tell you is she loves you very much, more than she should, as your cousin. She looks forward to the day you two can…"
"Make love?"
"Yes.
Although most people would think it wrong, Karen's feelings for you
override the taboo drilled into her for the past eighteen years."
"I see. They have been drilled into me also, but I see no problem with her and me, as long as we are careful, making her dream true."
"As I have told her, I knew you would have no problem making love to a pretty girl even if she was a relative, a blood relative."
"Ah, yes, blood, there is that. You do know I would have no problem…with…you either."
"I know, why do you think I gave you that card today?"
Leaning in I look into her eyes. She doesn't flinch at my close scrutiny. Slowly, I press my lips against hers. Soft, warm and pliant I slip my tongue out to touch her lips. A sigh escapes her lungs. Pulling back, I wrap my arms around her body, pulling her against me. Another sigh as I squeeze her softly.
"God Cole, I have loved you for so long, more than I should and in the wrong way for such a long time, I thought I would go mad with lust."
I press my lips to hers to shut her up. She needn't confess to me how wrong she thinks her feelings for me are. I just want her to love me and I want to make love to her, but where?
"Come with me," I tell her, releasing her from my grasp.
Getting up I head to the garage. I open the door and literally drag her to the passenger door. She gets in and I run around to the driver's side. Starting the car, I put it in gear and roar out of the garage and down the driveway just as I always do. We are soon cruising down the highway toward the interchange. There we will find what I am looking for.
Joan gasps as I pull up in front of the motel.
"You can't?"
"I am, unless you don't want me too?"
She remains quiet as I gaze into her sparkling eyes. Taking her silence as an affirmative, I slip out of the car, go in and get us a room. She is shaking and shivering when I return to the car, but doesn't complain until I pull around to park in front of our room.
"No, you should park where no one can see from the road."
"I don't care if anyone sees my car here."
"But I might," she protests.
Nodding, I back out and pull around the back where the truckers park, it is dark and full of trucks so I can hide the car between them. Smiling Joan gets out of the car before I do and rushes around to meet me. She pulls me against her body, pushing her pelvis against mine. She can now feel my hard cock as it grows stiff in my pants.
She sighs in my ear as we embrace. Just standing there for a long time, pressing our bodies together while we stood among all the large machines around us we don't say a word. Pushing her back, I take her hand and pull her with me. Soon she is walking as fast as I am and soon we are standing in front of our door. I slip the key in the lock and Joan places her soft hand on mine.
"If we do this, now, here, there is no turning back. You know that don't you?"
"Yes," I answer, turning the key in the lock and pushing the door open. "I know what this means more than you could know," I say stooping and picking her up in my arms.
"Oh my," she squeals as I carry her over the threshold.
"If only…" I say softly kicking door closed.
"Oh god, you heard that back then?"
"Yes," I tell her still holding her in my arms. "I knew what you meant back then and was ready anytime you were."
"I couldn't then. You had to be eighteen," she says pressing her lips to mine.
Chapter V
Still kissing her, I carry her to the bed and gently set her down. As I stand, she looks up at me with lust raging in her eyes. Her hand comes up to unbutton her blouse. I knock them gently away.
"That's my job, you just lay there and I will do everything."
She nods as she watches me disrobe. Her eyes devour me as each piece of clothing comes off. As I stand naked over her, my hard-on pulsing with my heartbeat, she groans reaching up to grasp it firmly in her delicate hand. As she touches me for the first time, I can't help but groan deep in my chest.
Bending at the waist so she can continue to hold me, I start to unbutton her blouse. As more of her smooth, soft skin becomes visible to my gaze, I can't help but sigh. Once her blouse lay open, I reach for the zipper on her skirt. Pulling it down, I reach for the hem and start to tug on the soft material. Raising her hips off the bed, the skirt slips past her hips and is around her delicate ankles. Kicking a foot the skirt flies across the room to land on the desk against the wall.
Her body is a sight to behold and I thank my stars I can. Even though her bra, slip and panties still cover her, I am seeing more female skin than I have ever seen at one time, live and in person. It is true I am no longer a virgin, but that coupling, hurried and frenzied as it is, we both remained completely dressed. Still the feeling of being inside her at the time is all I needed. Slowly, I pull Joan's slip down her slim legs. Then, sitting up she lets me unclasp her bra. Leaning forward slightly she lets it fall to the floor at my feet.
Looking up into my eyes, she winks, leans forward and kisses my cock. I have never had a girl, woman do that to me before. I am even more surprised when her mouth, warm and wet, slides down my shaft, tongue urgently flicking the head. I put my hand on her head to steady myself as I cry out in ecstasy.
"Oh Joan, god that feels so wonderful," I whisper harshly, phlegm caught in my throat.
She doesn't respond except to start a slow steady suction, as her hand pumps my shaft slowly. Looking down, I watch her tits sway with her movements and I am grateful to her for what she is doing. A dream, long held in my mind is now coming true. To have a woman, this woman, suck my cock with apparent joy and enthusiasm. She looks up at me and with my cock lodged in her throat, smiles. For the next ten minutes, I revel in the feeling coursing through my body. Electric charges shoot up my dick to my balls and into my stomach. Those feelings I feel when I would masturbate to her face in my mind, in my room, start, balls tightening, cock pulsing, the joyous feeling of impending ejaculation.
"I'm going to cum Joan, I'm going to cum," I shout so she can pull me out of her mouth.
She just sucks harder as I start to spurt into her throat. As the first pulse hits her throat, she moans, shaking as I come. Spurt after spurt of my seed shoots out of my cock to bath her teeth, tongue and throat. She holds me in her mouth, until I am finished. Popping me out of her mouth, she opens it showing me my seed. She then closes her mouth and swallows. I shake again as I watch her throat muscles work.
"You taste good," she tells me, pulling me down onto the bed next to her.
We move so we are next to each other in the middle of the bed. She pushes me flat on my back. Leaning over me, she smiles as she shimmies out of her panties. The next thing I know she is kneeling over my head looking into my eyes, her muff not an inch away from my mouth. I remember to this day what it looks like. It is the sixties, yet her puss is neatly trimmed.
"Now it's your turn to taste me," she whispers. "I'll teach you how to make me cum with just your tongue sweetheart. I will show you how, with just your lips, you can drive me wild with lust."
"I'm really looking forward to this Joan. God your pussy is pretty," I growl.
"You have just learned your first lesson. That is my pussy in front of your nose. Never, ever, call it a cunt, it's a pussy, a muff, but never a cunt, you got that?"
"Yes ma'am. Now I'm going to devour you," I say, pressing my tongue into the soft folds of her pussy.
"That's it sweetheart, lick them gently. Later you can get a little rougher with them. Keep moving forward, that's it, now force your tongue into my pussy. That's it, as far as you can. Now back out, then back in. Faster, as fast as you can…"
Her shriek of ecstasy keeps her from talking. She is coming, her nectar flows out of her vagina onto my tongue. She tastes wonderful. Falling forward with her head buried in the pillows at the head of the bed, I crawl out from under her. Turning, I just can't help myself. Leaning forward I stick out my tongue and touched her asshole.
"Oh god, oh god," she squeals as more fluid squirts out of her pussy.
Flopping down next her, I pull her to me. Straightening her legs, she rolls into my arms her lips meet mine. Tongues meet in her mouth, dance and swirl as we kiss. Hands, mine, wander her lovely body making her moan into my mouth. As I squeeze, tweak and fondle her wonderful breasts, she shakes with passion I never knew existed in a woman.
"Oh Cole, you do such wonderful things to me. You make me feel so special, so wonderful, so…"
"Lusty?"
"God yes, kiss me, keep kissing me. When your cock is hard, slip it in me and make love to me."
"It’s hard now," I tell her, pushing her onto her back.
"Then put it in me, I can wait no longer for you to love me," she whispers pulling me on top of her.
Reaching between us, she grabs my hard cock, rubs the head up and down her slit. As it passes her vaginal opening, I push forward past her soft labia. The head of my cock slips into her body. She is so wet and open that I am in her as far as I can go in an instant.
"Oh god, oh god," she shouts.
Biting my shoulder, she muffles her screams of passion. Pressing against her pelvis with all my weigh, her hips buck. Do I know what I am doing? Hell no, but we are just starting and I knew I wanted to be inside her as far as I could. I hold still until she calms down a little. Taking her mouth from my shoulder, she kisses my neck and ear.
"You feel so wonderful inside me. So wonderful," she sighs as I press my lips to hers.
Slowly, I pull my weight from her sliding my cock out a bit.
"No, no, keep it in me," she huffs.
Pressing back against her, she sighs as my cock slips deeper into her. Pulling back, she moans at the loss of me being completely in her.
"Oh god, that's it pull it out a little, now push it back into me slowly. Oh god, that's it baby. Oh Cole, oh god, that's it, nice and slow. Out, in, out, in, slowly. Make love to me now. Later you will fuck me. Slowly sweetheart, that's it baby. Oh, god I'm coming again."
She shakes under me as I push into her as hard as I can. I feel her juices squish out of her past my cock and onto the sheets. She shivers, digging her nails into my back. Her lips kiss my neck, my face, as she continues to orgasm. Just my pressing into her keeps her coming for a long time. As she settles down, she relaxes under me. I am still hard and press into her hot, wet body.
"I love you Cole, I really, really love you," she whispers. "You know our relationship will never be the same?"
"I don't care, I like this one better," I tell her the truth. "I have dreamt about you every night for years. The color of your hair, the shape of your lips as you smile, every detail etched in my mind forever."
"Oh god," she shivers. "Now I'm going to cry."
"With joy I hope?"
"Oh course. Now I want you to fuck me and don't be gentle about it," she tells me bucking her hips up against mine.
"As you wish," I smile down at her evilly.
"Oh my, what have I gotten myself into," she whispers as I pull out of her.
"The fuck of your life, I hope, if I do it right. If not, please let me know so I might learn to fuck you correctly," I smile as I slam into her hard.
Chapter VI
She squeals with delight as I pull out then slam into her body once more. I begin to fuck her hard and fast. Her pussy is making wonderful squishy sounds as I pound into her body. With each thrust, she makes noises I have never heard from her before, grunts and groans of pure lust. With each thrust, her hips buck up to meet mine as I slam into her. Soon I am pounding her into the mattress. Harder and harder, I pound her. I am eighteen, I have so much energy I can fuck her forever or until I come.
"Oh god, I'm cuming," she shouts over and over.
I start to grunt and groan, as the sounds she is making, fan the flames of my passion. Balls tighten, prostate pulses, I shoot my seed into her while I scream my orgasm to the world. I fill her with my come. As the last pulse shoots into her, I suddenly realize I'm not wearing a rubber.
"My god, I'm sorry Joan. I didn't mean to cum inside you," I shout hoarsely.
"Oh god that feels so good. Don't worry my love, I can't get pregnant, I have no ovaries. It is one of the reasons I want to be part of your life, I can never have a child of my own. And it's the reason George left me so long ago."
"Oh god, Joan, I didn't mean to bring back those memories."
"Don't worry, I could never be sad over that again, now, that we…"
"Are together?"
"Yes, now that we are together," she says smiling up at me. "I really need to wash up now, you seem to have filled me to overflowing dear."
Pulling out of her, I move down her body until I am looking at her pussy oozing my come. I watch as it flows out past her labia, down past her anus and on to the sheets. Propping herself on her elbows she watches me as I examine her.
"Find anything interesting down there?"
"Yes the most wonderful thing I have ever seen," I say smiling up at her.
Moving up her body again, I kiss her pushing her back down against the sheets. I am extremely hard again and I press my cock to her opening once more.
"Oh god, yes," she croaks.
Once more, I am inside her warm, wet, sticky pussy. Pushing in as far as I can, the feeling of my come flowing out of her turns me on all the more.
"Fuck me dear, fuck me until you fill me again," she says, her voice full of animal lust.
I start to pound into her again, harder and faster than just a few minutes ago. She is shouting and yelling words I have never heard from her mouth. She is telling how much she loves me and how much she is looking forward to our continued couplings. I just slam into her hard and fast watching her face as the emotions and lust flash across her wonderfully beautiful features. I am happier than I have ever been in my short life. Joan looks happy also, happier than I can remember seeing her.
"I'm going to cum Joan, I'm going to cum," I shout.
"Me to my love," she says.
I start to spurt my seed deep inside her once more. Joan bites my shoulder, as she screams in pleasure, hips bucking under me. We both cry out in pleasure for a very long time. Finally, we collapse. Exhausted, I roll to the side staring up at the ceiling. Joan just lays there sighing and moaning as I stroke her leg with my fingers. Rolling away from me, she hurries to the bathroom. I hear the water running in the sink, after awhile there is a warm, wet cloth cleaning my cock.
"We really had better get back to the house. No, we can't stay here all night and you know that."
"I know, I know."
We dress, walk back to the car and leave. I don't tell Joan I have rented the room for two nights. I expect to be back here tomorrow night after the block party making love to her for most of the night before she has to leave for home. The drive home is pleasant, as Joan sits next to me. Does anyone but me miss bench seats? An arm over her shoulder, allows me access to her breast as I drive. I love the feel of them in my hand. She holds my cock, as we roll up the driveway she slides back to her side of the car. Parking, I shut the car down and get out.
Walking around to Joan's side, I open her door as any self respecting gentleman should and help her out. Arm in arm we walk to the back door. She is sleeping in my room tonight, so at the landing she goes up while I go down. Down to the basement where there is a bed. As I walk down the hall, I notice there is a light on down here. Rounding the corner, I see my mom waiting for me.
"Hi, what are you doing down here mom?"
"Waiting for you," she says softly.
"Why?"
"We really need to talk."
"About what?"
"About my cousin."
That shocks the shit out me. Joan is mom's cousin.
"What about your cousin?"
"Are you and her…doing…having…"
"Mom! Even if I were inclined to answer that question, it would be none of your business. I'm eighteen and an adult in the eyes of the law…"
"And there are laws against…"
"What? What do you think we are doing?"
"Having sex? You smell of sex, you know that don't you?"
Looking at mom, I wonder at her interest in what Joan and I are doing. Leaning down I quickly pressed my lips to hers. She moans, then pushes me away.
"Stop that," she whispers harshly. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Nothing, just kissing you good night, I'm tired and I want to go to bed," I tell her.
I start to undress, giving her the option of leaving or staying. When I am down to my boxer shorts, she turns her head away. For some reason I have a powerful hard-on, standing there in front of my mother in my boxers. For an instant, her head turns back then quickly away. She sighs, but doesn't leave. I push my shorts down my legs and kick them off so they flash across her field of vision. Another moan escapes her lips. This time she faces me and stares at my cock only inches from her lips.
"You are a bold young man," she tells me her voice full of anger.
"You are the one in my bedroom, are you not?"
Her eyes flash anger at my words. Our relationship in the balance she just sits there staring at my cock. I just look at her as she does. If it came down to it, could I really have sex with my mother? At this point in time, I can't say, I just know of the excitement I feel as she sees me standing in front of her.
"Can I just feel it in my hand?" she asks softly.
I am surprised, so surprised I just nod, holding my breath as her hand moves slowly toward me. When the warmth of her skin wraps around me, I come. Spurt after spurt of white sticky cum shoots into the air bridging the space between us. Every spurt lands on her face, from forehead to chin, I cover her look of amazement.
"Oh god," she says shivering, squeezing my cock. She is having an orgasm. "I have to go," she says jumping up, rushing down the hall and up the stairs. I hear the water running in the bathroom upstairs.
I stand there for a long time trying to make sense out of what just happened. I can't really, but I seem frozen in place. A hand on my shoulder startles me. Turning I see it's Joan.
"What happened?"
"You won't believe it anyway."
"Try me. She told you about me being her cousin?"
"Yes."
"Then what?"
"She wanted to know if we were having sex. I neither confirmed nor denied. I wanted to go to bed so I began undressing, figuring she would leave, she didn't. I was soon naked with her staring at my cock."
"And?"
"Then she asked to touch it. I nodded. She did. I came all over her face."
"Ah, that explains the sounds coming from the bathroom."
"What sounds?"
"Sounds of your mother masturbating, she is have one orgasm after another."
"Oh my, what have I done?"
"Don't worry about it, I'll straighten it all out in the morning."
"I don't know…"
"Just go to sleep. Good night my love, sweet dreams," Joan says kissing my cheek as she turns away to go back up stairs.
"Good night, Joan, I love you."
"Love you too, dear."
Crawling into bed, I quickly drop off to sleep, yet I still wonder what will happen tomorrow. It seems my life has taken some unexpected turns and there is no telling where they will take me.
Chapter VII
I am running in a field of wild flowers. It's a warm summer day and I am chasing a naked woman. She has blond hair and when she looks over her shoulder to see where I am, I see she is my cousin Karen. Within a couple of steps, I catch her, wrap my arms around her soft, delicate form. Before I can secure my grip, she turns to face me her lips pressing against mine. Giggling as my cock rises between her legs, she hops up, wraps her legs around my waist. Still kissing her, I reach down, grab my cock and rub it against her pussy. When I'm in line with her opening, she slides down my body on to my cock.
I groan deep in my throat as she sighs into my mouth. Pulling her lips from mine, she gazes into my eyes as my cock buries itself in her body. Throwing her head back, she groans loudly.
"Oh god, I have waited so long for this," she croaks.
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Suddenly I am hearing a voice and it's not Karen's.
"Cole, it's time to get up dear…"
It's Joan's voice. I wave my hand in the air to make it go away so I can enjoy Karen, but she is gone. The field is gone and the sunshine is gone. Opening my eyes, I see dim light coming in the small basement windows. Joan's face is floating in front of me and she is talking.