Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2001 19:56:54 -0700
From: pp cummings <ppcummings@hotmail.com>
Subject: "On Golden Lake"

On Golden Lake
(Inc, voy, urine, Mm, MF, MFm)

By ppcummings (ppcummings@hotmail.com)


This is a work of erotic fiction, and is not intended for viewing by anyone 
under the age of 18. All characters and events portrayed in this story are 
fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons or events is coincidental.

Comments and helpful criticism are welcome, and may be emailed to 
ppcummings@hotmail.com.


*****

The warming rays of the July sun washed over Megan's lithe, outstretched 
body.  Her skin was a glowing bronze color, and her dark brown 
shoulder-length hair was beginning to lighten after her two weeks at the 
cottage on the shores of Golden Lake.  She had done little else but worship 
the glorious sunshine since the day of her arrival.

Meg rolled over onto her stomach to even out her darkening tan.  Peeking 
over her left shoulder, she saw that once again her bikini bottom had slid 
down over her buttocks, exposing a portion of her pale rear and the top inch 
of the crack of her butt.

She was annoyed, yet in a way pleased by what the ill-fitting swimsuit 
represented.  'Damn bikini is getting way too big for me now,' she mused.  
'I am losing weight - almost time for a new suit.'  She lowered her 
paperback and reached back to tug at the bikini bottom, covering herself 
again.

A loose swimsuit was a small price to pay, as far as she was concerned.  It 
was nice to feel good about her body again.  Meg gave a deep, contented 
sigh, and pulled her hair off her bare shoulder.  She snuggled her tanned 
body into the oversized beach towel, and continued reading:

[Carlos took Alexis in his strong arms and pulled her roughly to him, as she 
writhed against his rippling body in her hungry passion.  She could feel his 
erect, Latin manhood pressed against her groin.

"Oh, Carlos," she moaned breathlessly.  "Take me now!"

Carlos pushed her back onto the feather down bed.  They kissed hungrily, as 
the burly Latin pressed his muscular chest against her heaving bosom.

Alexis felt her lover's throbbing member pressed against her soft womanhood. 
  She flexed her nubile hips upward, beseeching him to enter her...]

Megan sighed and smiled ruefully.  Sometimes she couldn't understand why she 
read these trashy romance novels.  And at 37 years old!  But, she admitted 
to herself, she was addicted to this stuff - it seemed that she just 
couldn't stop.  She'd read them since she was a young teenager.  They 
just...they just seemed so...so exciting!  It was one of her few sources of 
sexual stimulation these days.  Lord knows, she'd only been with one man 
since the divorce, and that had been unfulfilling.

She wrinkled her nose as she mulled over the painful year since her divorce 
from Bill.  The bastard!  He had taken everything that mattered to 
her...including his big paycheck.  She was having a difficult time making it 
on her junior high school teacher's salary.  Sure, she was given the house 
in the divorce settlement, but it was certainly nothing special.  Bill got 
the lake cottage, which she had always preferred over the house, despite the 
fact that it got uncomfortably toasty in the summer.  She supposed that she 
should be appreciative for him letting her stay at the cottage this summer, 
but she couldn't bring herself to thank him for anything!

But worst of all, though, was the fact that Bill won custody of Justin.  
Usually, she got Justin only on weekends.  At least she would be spending 
the rest of the summer with him here at the cottage, and she smiled at the 
thought.  It seemed she was missing out on seeing him grow up.  Yes, Bill 
had definitely gotten the better end of the deal.

Meg frowned.  Why couldn't Bill have been a better husband?  Why couldn't he 
have been more like the strong, virile men she read about in her novels?  At 
least he would have been able to fulfill her sexually, if not emotionally. 
Sure, she had gained a little weight during their marriage, especially after 
Justin was born, but so had he.  But that really shouldn't have mattered, if 
he had loved her to begin with.  She doubted that he ever had.  Oh well, no 
matter - that phase of her life was over with.  Now it was time to spread 
her wings.  The first thing on the agenda was to do something about her 
faltering sex life.

She shook her head bitterly, and turned the page of novel. These books were 
a poor substitute for the real thing.  On the other hand, they were better 
than nothing.  Especially as a young teenager, she would read the books at 
bedtime and masturbate herself to sleep.  Even now, she could feel a little 
tingle in her groin.  She could easily have masturbated right here on the 
beach, but she didn't dare do that, despite the fact that it was quite 
secluded.  Besides, Bill was due to bring Justin by any minute.  She sighed, 
wiggled her crotch into the cotton beach towel, and continued to read:

[Alexis moaned with desperate passion as Carlos urgently searched out the 
center of her being with his steely manhood.  Soon, she felt him slowly 
enter her. She gasped with pleasure as their passions intertwined...]

Meg's reading was interrupted by the loud *whump* of a slamming car door.  
She shielded her eyes from the bright sun and squinted toward the cottage, 
half hidden behind the thick shrubs and trees that separated it from the 
sandy beach.  Momentarily, she saw the tall figure of her ex-husband, and 
the much shorter Justin, strolling down the short wooden stairway toward the 
beach.

She put the book aside, carefully ensuring that the cover was facing 
downward, and stood to greet her son, doing a quick once-over her body as 
she did so to make sure that the bikini was properly adjusted.  As soon as 
the youth saw her, he grinned broadly and began to run across the sand 
toward her.  A warm, loving smile danced across Megan's face as her son fell 
into her welcoming arms.

"Hi Mommy!"  The boy greeted her enthusiastically.

"Hi kiddo!" Megan tightly embraced Justin and kissed him tenderly on the 
forehead.  "Nice to see you honey.  And I'm *so* glad you'll be able to stay 
with me for the rest of the summer."

"Me too!" Justin pulled away from his Mother's embrace as his father joined 
them.

"Hello Bill."  Meg greeted her ex-husband coolly.

"Meg, how are you?  Enjoying your stay at the cottage?"

"Yeah...especially now that Justin's here."  She swallowed hard.  "I...I 
guess I should thank you for letting me stay here this summer."  Damn, she 
hated swallowing her pride like this!  "I know that you, um, didn't have to 
do it."

"No problem Meg.  It'll be good for you, and good for Justin."

She nodded in agreement, and the ex-couple looked at each other awkwardly. 
Thankfully, Justin broke the silence.  "Can I go swimming Mom?"

"Of course you can honey.  Why don't you go up to the cottage and put on 
your swim trunks?  And you remember," she added, "No swimming unless I'm on 
the beach here with you."

"I know."

Justin dashed off toward the cottage, and once again, an uncomfortable 
silence descended over Meg and her ex-husband.  Meg cleared her throat, and 
motioned toward her beach towel.  "Well Bill, would you like to stay awhile? 
  We can share the towel I guess."

"Sure you can stand being that close to me Meg?" Bill sneered.

Her face reddened, and her pretty brown eyes flashed.  "Oh knock it off 
Bill!  Can't we act civilly?  For Justin's sake at least?"  Her ex-husband 
shrugged, and sat cross-legged on the beach towel.  Meg did the same, trying 
to suppress her anger.

After a few minutes of silence, Bill sighed deeply.  "Look Meg, I'm sorry 
okay?"

Meg said nothing at first, and then slowly nodded.  "No problem."

The former couple sat and gazed out over the serene waters of Golden Lake.  
It was quiet - the silence was disturbed only by the faint hum of a 
motorboat putt-putting far across the bay, rounding the point.  The seagulls 
wheeled overhead, and a gentle breeze wafted off the lake.  After a few 
minutes, Meg felt Bill's gaze shift toward her.

"You're looking really good Meg.  Looks like you've lost a lot of weight."

"Yeah."  Meg wasn't sure whether to feel flattered or self-conscious.  At 
least the conversation was breaking the tension.  "About 25 pounds.  I 
figure I've got 5 or 10 more to go, and I'll be happy."

"Well you're making great progress.  Are you dieting?  Exercising?"

"Both.  And I've been swimming every day since I got here last week.  I plan 
to keep it up the rest of the summer."  She laughed. "The only problem is, I 
need a new swimsuit.  This one is getting way too loose."

"Yup," Bill chuckled.  "Getting a little baggy on the bottom.  Why don't you 
just go and buy a new one?  You can go to the mall in Sharpville."

"Yeah, not a bad idea.  Maybe I'll go for a drive with Justin tomorrow."

The patter of Justin's feet skipping down from the cottage interrupted their 
conversation.  He flashed a happy boyish smile toward his parents as he 
kicked off his sandals next to them (spraying beach sand all over the towel 
in the process), and then hopped down to the water's edge, peeling off his 
cotton tank top as he went.  He began to walk out on the weathered wooden 
dock, as if to dive in.  But apparently he thought better of it, and he 
backtracked and began wading into the warm, shallow water.

Meg watched her son proudly.  At thirteen years old, he was growing up fast! 
  He had the skinny, narrow shouldered physique of a child, but there were a 
few signs of his rapidly approaching maturity.  For one thing, he was 
getting so tall - close to 5 feet, Meg estimated.  She could have sworn that 
he was taller than the last time she saw him, if that was possible.  After 
all, it was only a month since he had last come to spend a weekend with her.

Meg frowned ruefully.  It almost seemed as if she was missing out on seeing 
him growing up.  She wondered if he was showing any signs of puberty yet.  
Bill hadn't mentioned anything, and there were no obvious signs.  No body 
hair that she could see, and his voice hadn't changed yet.  Emotionally, he 
seemed more mature, but he hadn't taken on any of the bad traits of puberty 
yet - the inevitable sulkiness and irritability of young teenagers was 
something she wasn't looking forward to.

Bill interrupted her thoughts.  "I think this will be good for him.  It 
seems like all he does these days is play computer games on his laptop.  He 
hardly ever goes outside anymore."

"I think you're right.  He used to love coming here and being outdoors when 
we were togeth...when he was younger."

"I'm hoping it's just his age Meg. I think all boys his age play computer 
games too much.  I agree with you though.  Maybe the change in scenery will 
help.  Swimming, fishing...he'll have fun."

"I hope so."

"You know, I let him bring his laptop with him.  But I told him that he 
could only play with it at night or on rainy days.  I want him to be outside 
otherwise."

"That's a good rule - I'll enforce it."

As Meg watched, Justin gingerly waded into the lake, rigidly holding his 
arms outstretched at his sides, as the water covered his groin.  As he 
approached waist-deep water, he paused to screw up his courage, and then 
dove with a noisy splash.  He immediately surfaced and emerged from the 
water to try his luck diving from the dock.

Meg and Bill chatted in relative comfort for another hour as Justin 
practiced diving from the dock.  Soon, the youth tired of the exertion and 
left the water.  He walked up the sandy beach, shaking the water out of his 
crew-cut hair as he walked.  He plunked himself on the big beach towel next 
to his mother.

The reddening sun was beginning to sink toward the treetops across Golden 
Lake.  Bill stretched his arms over his head and yawned.  "Gosh, this sun is 
putting me to sleep.  I guess I'd better hit the road.  It's a long drive 
back."

"Okay," replied Megan.  "I'll help you unload Justin's stuff."  The three of 
them stood and walked to Bill's car.

Bill knelt in front of his son to give him a hug.  "Now you listen to your 
Mother while you're here, okay Justin?"

"Don't worry Dad.  I will."

"And you enjoy yourself.  Okay?  Get some sunshine and fresh air, and don't 
spend too much time on your computer."

"I won't."

"That's a good boy.  I'll see you in a month then.  Now let's bring your 
things into the cottage."

*****

Later that night, with Justin finally tucked into his bed with a loving 
kiss, Meg grabbed her novel and retired to her own bedroom.  The room was 
stifling - not for the first time, she cursed Bill for not investing in an 
air conditioner.  It had always been like this, from the time they purchased 
the place early in their marriage.  She turned on a small fan to increase 
the air circulation.  'If I would have got this place in the settlement,' 
she thought, 'I'd at least invest a little money into it.'  Bill always had 
been a cheapskate.

She opened the window, noting with disappointment that the curtains were 
hanging limp.  No cooling breeze - perhaps one would appear during the 
night.  She pulled her tee shirt over her head, and then gratefully yanked 
her bra over her rounded breasts, tossing it carelessly on the dresser.  The 
bra would take some getting used to - she had been accustomed to going 
braless these last few weeks at the cottage.  But with Justin staying with 
her, she'd have to be a little more modest.  Now clad in only her skimpy 
blue cotton panties, she turned down the bedcovers.

Meg sat on the edge of the bed, reflected on the day, and thought about the 
weeks ahead.  She was overjoyed at being able to spend so much quality time 
with Justin.  The occasional weekend just wasn't enough, and she looked 
forward to catching up with what was going on in his life - his friends, 
school...  Thankfully, Bill seemed to be a better parent than husband - 
Justin was turning out to be a good kid, and she had to admit that Bill had 
a lot to do with it.

With a contented sigh, she grabbed her book and reclined on the bed, the old 
bedsprings squeaking beneath her, and propped her head on the overstuffed 
pillows.  She began reading, knowing that she would soon masturbate herself 
to sleep, as she had done almost every night in the two weeks since she had 
arrived at the cottage.  She didn't know what had gotten into her.  At 
times, her horniness was unbearable.  The sun and exercise must have 
something to do with it.  And her new toned body was certainly helping - she 
just felt so much better about herself.

Meg realized that she would have to be quiet and discreet, now with Justin 
sharing the cottage with her.  Granted, his bedroom was on the other side of 
the cottage, and the walls of the old, sturdily built cabin were virtually 
soundproof but still...

On the other hand, back in the old days, when she and Bill were together, 
they thought nothing of fucking lustily (those days seemed so long ago) here 
in this very room.  As far as they knew, Justin never heard them.  With a 
deep sigh, twirling her hair absently in her fingers, Meg began reading her 
book:

[Carlos thrust his turgid penis in and out of Alexis' female wetness.  They 
clung tightly to each other, each desperate for release....]

As she read, she unconsciously began caressing herself up and down her 
ribcage, delighting in the fact that she could feel her ribs.  That hadn't 
been possible until her recent weight loss.   The nimble fingertips of her 
right hand danced lightly over her smooth, supple skin.  She loved the 
sensation - slightly ticklish, and very subtly erotic.

She set the book aside on the sheet next to her, and began stroking her body 
with both hands, first across her tummy, then higher, finally concentrating 
on her pillowy-soft breasts.  She watched as her fingers brushed along the 
indistinct tan line above her breasts, wishing that she had had a few more 
days to sunbathe topless before Justin's arrival.  She gazed proudly down at 
herself.  She had always thought that her boobs were her best feature.  It 
wasn't that they were overly large, but they had a great shape, still 
firm...not bad for 37.

Now though, her breasts weren't the only part of her body for which she was 
proud - she was starting to look *good*.  Her latest goal was to firm up her 
butt.  Maybe that would become her new best feature.

Her breasts felt especially sensitive tonight.  She cupped them in her palms 
and squeezed them gently together.  Meg sighed contentedly as she reveled in 
the sensation.  That was one thing about Bill that she could always count on 
- he really got off on playing with her boobs.

She plucked each rubbery nipple with her fingertips, bringing them to 
attention.  She closed her eyes and fantasized about "Carlos" suckling them 
until they were slippery with his Latin saliva.  She imagined him trailing 
his tongue lower, dancing over her firming stomach, and swirling his 
insistent tongue around her navel.

Her fingers brushed lower and stroked her tummy in lazy circles, tickling 
the supple skin lightly.  Her soft hands eased lower, to her cotton panties. 
  She trailed the tip of an index finger along each leg band, teasing 
herself deliciously.  She dipped her fingertips briefly under the waistband, 
first stroking her hairy bush, and then probing lower.  She briefly rubbed 
her fingers along her vaginal lips, feeling the growing wetness there.

But not so soon!  As usual, she wanted the feelings to last.  She brought 
her hands out of her panties, spread her long legs slightly, and began to 
rub, ever so softly, up and down her crotch through the dampening fabric.  
She moaned softly - God, she was so horny!

*****

But Megan was not alone in her growing lust.  Outside her bedroom window, a 
shadowy figure peered beneath the bottom of the lace curtains.  His 
breathing was quickening as he watched through glazed eyes as the foxy woman 
masturbated.

He had watched her sunbathing for two weeks from his own rustic cabin at the 
end of the point across the narrow bay.  Every day, she had sprawled out on 
what she thought was a private beach to worship the sun.  In the last week, 
she had taken off her bikini top as she did so.  'Silly woman,' Blake had 
thought to himself.  Yes, she thought her cottage was private and remote, 
and it was.  That is, for one without a powerful telephoto lens.

Blake had met her, years before.  What was her name...Meg?  Yes, that was 
it.  He had talked to her and her husband a few times.  He knew that they 
were divorced.  Funny, he hadn't seen either of them at the cabin in recent 
years.

She had appeared so fucking *hot* through the high-powered lens.  Blake 
seemed to recall that she was overweight, but not anymore.  The urge to get 
closer had been irresistible, and he had succumbed to temptation two nights 
before.  As soon as darkness descended, he had stealthily walked up the 
country lane that encircled the lake and hid in the bushes separating the 
cabin from the lane.  He had quietly looped around the cottage, peering 
cautiously into each and every window.  He watched her for over an hour as 
she sat in the living room, watching television.

Yes, if she kept this up, he was in for an eventful, voyeuristic summer.  A 
child had arrived today, which was disappointing.  No more topless 
sunbathing. He had a vague recollection of the kid - he must be Meg's son.  
Ah well, the opportunity to watch her frigging herself would make up for 
spying on her at the beach.

He watched, unblinking, mouth slightly agape, as the woman's fingers stroked 
her lovely tits, pausing occasionally to tweak the brown, erect nipples.  
When her fingers began dancing over her panty-clad cunt, his prick began to 
throb inside his shorts.  'Blake, you lucky dog,' he thought to himself.  He 
couldn't believe his good fortune!  This was only the second time he had 
spied into her bedroom, and already he had hit the jackpot.  He was actually 
watching this sweet thing get herself off!  A voyeur's wet dream come to 
life.

Blake grinned evilly in the darkness outside the window.  He found the fact 
that she was playing with herself only a couple of walls away from her son 
so *fucking* hot.  If only the kid knew what mama was doing behind closed 
doors.  He had watched through his bedroom window only a few minutes before 
as she had tucked him into bed and turned off the light.  He was a little 
bit disappointed that he hadn't gotten a better look at him.  He vowed to 
come back though - maybe he'd get to see the kid masturbate just like his 
horny mother.

Blake's cock was tenting the front of his shorts.  He hooked a thumb into 
the waistband and pulled them down his thighs, exposing his prick to the 
humid night air.  He grasped his cock in his right hand, and began to stroke 
himself slowly. His mouth hung half open as he watched with rapt attention 
as Meg touched herself through her skimpy panties.  Her eyes were closed as 
she focused on the pleasure she was giving herself.

Soon her fingers grew more insistent.  She rubbed through her underwear in 
tight, ever quickening circles, stimulating her clit through the thin 
fabric.  Her stomach muscles flexed seductively.  Blake imagined pussy juice 
seeping from her hot cunt, soaking the panties.

Meg paused and pulled off the panties, tossing them on the floor beside the 
bed. Blake drooled as he gazed lustily at her bush.  It was all he had 
imagined.  He just wished he could see her from a better angle.  The bed was 
oriented sideways to the window - if only he could gaze directly upon her 
scrumptious pussy.

The woman spread her legs wide, and dipped her hand back into her exposed 
pussy.  She resumed fondling herself with a tight circular motion, applying 
pressure directly to her clitoris.  The movements were slow at first, but 
she gradually increased the pace of her strokes.  Blake masturbated with 
her, as he watched her growing lust.

Soon, the pace of her strokes quickened.  She rubbed herself frenetically, 
and her thighs began to quiver as her urgency to come increased.  Her eyes 
were tightly closed, and her lips were slightly parted as she gave herself 
to her rapture.  Her body was tensed, and Blake could see a red flush 
creeping across her chest. Blake knew that she was getting ready to come.  
He himself could feel the tension building in his balls.  Maybe they would 
come together!

Her fingers were a blur as she frigged her cunt.  She began thrusting her 
ass off the mattress, furiously trying to maximize the sensations in her 
pussy.  Blake's fist, too, was a blur in the darkness.  Droplets of 
perspiration formed on his forehead as he jacked himself off to the sight of 
the horny slut.  He wondered if she was moaning, but he couldn't hear 
anything over the insistent hum of the fan in her bedroom.

Finally, after a huge spasm, the woman's body went rigid, her back arched 
and her quivering ass suspended off the bed.  Her legs jerked spasmodically 
as she stroked her cunt furiously.  Yes, she was beginning her orgasm!  
Blake pumped his cock rapidly, until a huge tremble coursed through his 
muscular body, and he shot a streamer of sperm onto the wooden clapboard 
siding below the window.  Through his flickering eyelids, he watched as the 
woman jerked in the throes of her own orgasm, and he spurted jets of sperm 
again and again.  Finally, his orgasm drifted away, and he milked a few last 
drops of cream out of his softening cock.  With a satisfied smile, he licked 
the residue off his fingers, tucked his prick back into his shorts, and 
disappeared into the darkness.

*****

Megan and Justin walked hand in hand through the mall, picking their way 
through the throngs of Saturday afternoon shoppers.  The crowd seemed almost 
intimidating after the solitude and safety of the cottage.  Megan hadn't 
been in this mall often, but she *did* remember a store that sold bathing 
suits.  Now she just had to find it.

They passed a toy store, and Justin slowed down and gazed wistfully at the 
window display.  Several stacks of brand new computer games were arranged 
enticingly at a youth's eye level.  Meg laughed at her son.  "You want to 
buy something, don't you Justin?"

The boy looked up at her hopefully.  "Please, Mom.  Can I?"

Meg frowned.  "You know I don't want you playing too much with your 
computer.  Your father feels the same way."  But as she said it, she knew 
she would eventually yield to her boy's wishes.  Who could resist those 
puppy-dog eyes?

"I know.  I won't play too much.  It's just that all of the games that I 
brought with me to the cabin I've already played.  I want something 
different."

Meg smiled and tousled her son's hair playfully.  "Very well then."  She 
rifled through her purse and pulled out three $20 bills.  "But you can only 
buy one," she said sternly.  "Now go on - I'm going to go and find a 
swimsuit.  I'll be back in half an hour to pick you up.  Okay?"

Justin grabbed the money.  "Sure thing Mom.  Thanks."  And with that, he 
darted into the toy store.

Megan continued on down the wide central aisle of the mall, finally locating 
the store she sought.  Loud dance music emanated from within.  She entered, 
and wandered through the racks of brightly colored bathing suits, casting a 
critical eye on the skimpy bikinis.  It seemed that everything in the store 
was more suited for a 15-year old girl - hell, even the clerks were 
high-school age.

On the other hand, she thought to herself, why *couldn't* she have a skimpy 
suit?  She had spent all of her adolescent life jealously eyeing all of the 
other slim girls dressed in barely-there bikinis, and wishing she could do 
the same.  Then, during her marriage, her weight problem got even worse.  
Well, she had worked hard at getting herself slim and trim.  Maybe it was 
time to get adventurous.  Besides, she was only 37 years old.  It wasn't 
like she was a grandma or anything.

Unfortunately, the suits didn't do anything toward appealing to her sense of 
fashion.  They were all so...gaudy.  Then she realized what time of year it 
was - mid-summer.  The racks had been picked over months ago, the best suits 
already taken.

But after a few more minutes of browsing, her eyes were drawn toward a 
fabulous yellow bikini.  The color was right, and she liked the shape.  She 
pulled it from the rack and held it up for inspection.  'Damn!' she cursed 
under her breath.  'A thong.'  She didn't even wear thong *panties*.  She 
certainly wasn't ready to parade around in a thong swimsuit.  With a 
dejected sigh, she put the suit back.  She didn't quite feel ready for that.

But try as she might, Meg couldn't find another suit in the entire store.  
With a frustrated sigh, she found herself drawn back to the yellow thong.  
She urgently needed a new suit, and there was nothing else.  She plucked the 
suit from the rack again and ran her long fingers over the narrow string 
that formed the back.

"Can I help you find something?"  A cheery blond girl with a nose ring, no 
more than 18 years old, had swooped in next to her.

Meg sighed.  "Oh, I don't know.  I can't find a swimsuit I like."

"Well, why not that one?"  The girl nodded toward the suit in Meg's hands.

"Well...I like the color.  But it's a thong."

"So?  I wear a thong.  They're great!"

Meg laughed.  "And you're half my age.  I'm too old to wear a thong."

The girl tapped Meg playfully on the arm.  "Don't be silly."  She stood back 
from Meg and gave the older woman a quick once over.  "You're very pretty, 
and you've got a great body.  Why not show it a little?"

Meg blushed.  "I dunno..." she began.

"Oh, c'mon.  Why not just try it on?"  She pointed toward the corner of the 
store.  "The dressing room is right over there."

Meg smiled.  "Okay.  Why not?" she asked with a shrug.

The girl winked.  "That's the spirit!"  She followed Meg toward the dressing 
room.  "Let me know if you need any advice okay?  I'll be here outside the 
door."

Once inside the dressing room, Meg quickly peeled off her blouse, bra and 
shorts, then, after some consideration, her panties as well.  She eased the 
thong up her legs and over her hips.  It was a little tight, but no big deal 
- she was planning to take off a few more pounds anyway.  She felt the thin 
strand of material pressed snugly into her butt crack.  It felt strange, but 
sexy in a way.  She turned around and cast a critical eye over her shoulder 
at her image in the full-length mirror.  The string was so tiny that it 
disappeared between her cheeks - only the narrow waistband was visible from 
behind.  But she looked good!  Her cheeks were so much firmer than they used 
to be.  They looked strangely pale - no surprise considering the "normal" 
bathing suit she had been wearing.  But still, her butt looked good...sexy.  
She had to admit, the suit was flattering.

Then she remembered.  Justin.  "Damn...I can't go parading around wearing 
this the rest of the summer," she muttered to herself.  But she couldn't 
give up quite that easily.  She turned around and faced the full-length 
mirror.  Her breasts filled the cups perfectly - no little sags or puckers.  
She picked and pulled at the edges of the top...a little small, but it 
definitely fit.  Meg frowned at her reflection.  If not for the thong, she'd 
buy the suit in an instant.

She heard the sales girl call to her through the closed dressing room door.  
"How's it look?"

"Okay I think."

"Come on out if you want a second opinion."

"Umm..."

"C'mon, there's no one else out here.  It's okay."

Meg slowly opened the door, and peered out into the brightly lit store.  The 
blond girl was there, smiling at her.  She opened the door all the way and 
stepped gingerly out of the dressing room.

The girl's eyes opened wide.  "Oh, that suit looks FANTASTIC on you."  She 
reached up and adjusted the straps at Meg's shoulders, then stood back 
again.  "And the color's perfect - it goes good with your tan."

"Do you think it's too small?  I'm planning to take off a few more pounds."

The girl shook her head.  "I don't think you need to lose any weight.  But 
if you do, it'll still look great."  She put a finger to her pert lips.  
"I'd kill to have your boobs.  Let's see the back."

"Thanks."  Meg felt her cheeks warming, flattered at this pretty girl's 
compliment.   She took a quick glance around the store to make sure no one 
was watching.  She spun lightly, until she was facing away from the girl.

She whistled softly, then giggled merrily.  "Looks nice from back here too.  
You've got a cute butt.  Umm, you want to wear the bottom a little higher up 
your hips though."  Meg felt the girl's fingers at the waistband of the 
suit, pulling gently upward.  The string nestled into her butt crack.  
"There, that's better."

Meg held her arms out at her sides and did a little artistic twirl.

The blond smiled.  "You've GOT to have this suit.  It looks great on you."

Meg giggled.  The girl was being very convincing.  But what about Justin?  
She couldn't wear this in front of him for the rest of the summer, could 
she?  But on the other hand, the thong felt sooo sexy.  'And anyway,' she 
thought to herself, 'He's my son, and he's only 13 years old.  There's 
nothing to be worried about.'  A minute ticked by, and she was due back to 
pick up Justin.  With a resigned sigh, she decided to purchase the suit.  
She'd worry later about wearing it in front of her son.

*****

Blake sat patiently in the shelter of the hydrangea bushes next to the 
cottage's carport.  He had been here for almost an hour.  They *must* be 
gone.  There was no car, for one thing, and he had seen no signs of life.  
Mom and son must be out and about somewhere.  He looked around the densely 
wooded perimeter of the property, thankful that all the lakeside lots were 
on large parcels, leaving each one isolated from view.

He walked slowly around the outside wall of the cottage, alert to any noise, 
any signs of movement, until he was outside the woman's bedroom window.  He 
had noticed last night that the window didn't have either lock or screen - 
it would be a simple matter to get inside.  Indeed, within seconds he had 
clambered stealthily through the window, bumping his head hard in the 
process.

Blake crouched below the window for a moment, grimacing and rubbing his 
scalp, listening intently, but there was nothing.  Yes, they were clearly 
gone.  He stood slowly, and then lowered his gaze toward the hardwood floor 
next to the bed.  Fuck!  The panties weren't there.  He remembered clearly 
that she had thrown them next to the bed as she was getting herself off the 
night before.

He spotted a closet door along the far wall and quickly strode toward it.  
He jerked it open and peered into the darkness.  Yes, it was a closet, and 
his eyes were quickly drawn toward a large wicker laundry basket on the 
floor.  He quickly rifled through the top layer of clothes, pushing aside a 
tee shirt and a pair of shorts.  Then he saw them, the object of his search! 
  Yes, it was definitely the same pair of panties she had tossed aside the 
night before.  Hands trembling, he plucked them from the basket.  He ran 
them through his fingers, turned them inside out, and raised the crotch to 
his nose.  Blake inhaled deeply and sighed.  Her musky womanly scent was 
clearly evident - he knew it would be, the way she had rubbed herself 
through them as he watched.  His cock began to stir inside of his jeans.

He briefly considered going down the hall to the kid's room, but he didn't 
dare.  He didn't know where they were or when they would return.  No, he'd 
better not risk it.  He stuffed the panties inside his shirt, tucked it into 
his jeans, and clambered out the window.

*****

"So, what do you want to do tomorrow kiddo?"  Meg was getting bleary-eyed 
from the drive.  It had been a long day.  After she retrieved Justin from 
the video game store, she had cruised several department stores at the mall 
and bought a couple of sundresses, and some new shorts and tee shirts.  Her 
pocketbook was thinner, but it had been a good day of shopping all around.  
Now though, she was eager to get home and relax.  She slowed the car, and 
made the left turn into Golden Lake Road, the tires of the Ford crunching 
into the gravel.

"Oh I don't know.  Maybe play my new game."

"Uh uh."  Meg shook her head determinedly.  "It's supposed to be a nice day, 
and you're not spending it in the house okay?"

Justin sighed resignedly and rolled his eyes.  "'Kay."

"You can play your game tonight."  She reached over and mussed Justin's 
hair.  "Maybe we could do some fishing off the dock?"

Justin nodded.  "I suppose so.  That would be okay I guess."

Meg frowned.  Here was yet another sign that Justin was growing up.  He used 
to love fishing.  "It'll be fun.  You'll see."  She slowly eased her car 
along the narrow lane encircling the lake.  As she rounded the final curve 
before the cottage, she spotted a tall, broad-shouldered man walking along 
the side of the road. 'Something familiar about him,' she thought to 
herself.  He smiled and waved as she approached, and she returned the wave 
through her open window.  Then she recognized him, and eased the car to a 
stop.

"Who's that Mom?"

"A guy named Blake," Meg replied.  "He lives in one of the cottages around 
here.  He used to stop by and visit with your father and I."

"Oh yeah, I remember him...he used to play catch with me once in awhile."

"Yup, that's right...he's a very nice man."

Blake ambled up to the driver's side window and bent down to peer into the 
car.  His eyes flickered quickly and casually over Meg's long, tanned legs, 
and her breasts straining against her blouse.  He thought back briefly to 
the night before, when he watched her masturbating through the window.  His 
cock stirred in his pants.  He struggled to put the thought out of his mind, 
and he flashed a winning smile.  "Well, hello Meg!  So nice to see 
you...it's been a long time."

"It sure has Blake.  What, three or four years?  I haven't been up to the 
cabin much lately.   Bill and I are...divorced.  He's got the cabin now.  
Justin and I are staying here for the rest of the summer."

"Yeah, Bill told me you guys weren't together anymore.  I've seen him up 
here now and again."  He glanced across Meg over at Justin in the passenger 
seat.  "And that must be Justin!  My, my, the last time I saw you, you were 
just a little guy.  But you've grown up I see.  How old are you now?"

Justin smiled shyly under Blake's and his mother's admiring stare.  "I just 
turned thirteen."

"I thought you must be about that old!  So are you starting high school next 
year?"

Justin shook his head.  "Nope.  Eighth grade."

"So do you have big plans for the rest of the summer?"

Justin shrugged, and Meg chirped in.  "I think Justin and I are going to 
relax mostly.  Work on our tans, do some swimming and fishing.  In fact, we 
were just talking about dropping a hook in the lake tomorrow to see if we 
can catch some big ones."

As she talked, Meg's eyes unconsciously wandered over Blake's body.  He was 
older than she, maybe in his early 40's, but very attractive.  She 
reminisced back a few years.  Blake was attractive then, and he certainly 
was aging well.    He was wearing a green tank top and a pair of tight faded 
jeans.  He was muscular and richly tanned, and his biceps and shoulder 
muscles rippled enticingly.  Her eyes flickered lower, to a subtle, yet 
definite bulge in his groin.

"Sounds like a wonderful way to spend a summer."

Meg looked up, and she felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment.  Blake 
paused, and he and Meg held each other's eyes.  "Um, yes...".  Meg cleared 
her throat.  "We're definitely looking forward to it."

She felt a thrill course through her body, as Blake's piercing blue eyes 
gazed at her.  She smiled awkwardly.  "It's really nice seeing you again.  
Maybe...if you want...you could come in for a cup of coffee?"

Blake smiled broadly.  "That sounds great Meg.  I'd love to."  He suddenly 
remembered the pair of panties he had stuffed inside his tank top.  "Um, 
tell you what.  I need to stop back at my house first, but I'll come by in 
an hour or so."

Meg broke into a wide grin.  "Great!  See you then."

With a wave, she shifted gears and continued down the lane.  Blake watched 
until the car disappeared around the corner.  "My, my," he said out loud.  
"If I play my cards right, I just might get lucky this summer."  He thrust 
his hand inside his jeans to adjust his swelling prick.

*****

A loud knock at the front door announced Blake's arrival.  Meg paused at the 
hallway mirror to check her hair and makeup, and then pulled the door open.  
The site of Blake's friendly smile greeted her.  "Come on in Blake! I just 
put on a fresh pot of coffee."  She smiled broadly, flashing her straight, 
pearly white teeth, and motioned him in.  Blake stepped across the 
threshold, and paused to survey his surroundings.  The cabin was just as he 
had remembered it.  Sparsely, but tastefully, furnished.

"Gosh, it's been ages since I've been here.  But the place still looks the 
same."

"Yeah, it never really changes.  Except Bill keeps it messier now than when 
I was around.  I've had to do a lot of cleaning up."

Blake smiled awkwardly.

"Sorry," said Meg.  "I don't suppose you came here to listen to me talk 
about Bill and I."

"No, that's okay.  It just...really surprised me that you guys got divorced. 
  You always seemed made for each other."

Meg led the way to the kitchenette.  "Yeah, I suppose it seemed that way," 
she said over her shoulder.  "But, well...let's talk about something else, 
okay?"

"Sure thing."  Blake had hardly heard her.  His eyes were focused on her 
undulating buttocks as she walked ahead of him.  She was wearing a loose 
summer dress, not form-fitting exactly, but it still didn't hide her 
marvelous ass.  Having watched her through her bedroom window made the dress 
even sexier, knowing the delightful body that lie beneath.  He mused that 
she was slimmer - a LOT slimmer - then when he had last seen her years 
before.  She was still just a tad wider across the hips than a lot of men 
liked.  But Blake didn't like his women skinny.  Boys, on the other hand, 
were a different matter.

He sat at the kitchen dinette table and watched as Meg brought over a full 
pot of coffee and two china cups.  "I know it's hot out," she said as she 
poured.  "But I still like a good cup of coffee even on days like this."

Blake chuckled.  "Yeah, me too."

"So," she said as she sat down across from him.  "What's new with you?  Are 
you still in sales?"

Blake shook his head.  "No, I got out of that about two years ago.  I do 
computer consulting for businesses, website development, stuff like that.  
It's kind of nice, because I get to work from home most of the time."  Blake 
took a sip of the scalding coffee.  "How about you?  Still a teacher?"

Meg nodded.  "Yup.  Middle school.  I like it."  She giggled.  "I don't work 
from home, but at least I get the summers off."  She reached for the sugar 
bowl.

Blake nodded agreeably.  "I'll bet it's nice."  His eyes flickered over her 
chest.  As she reached across the table, the top of her dress gaped open, 
given him a nice view of her cleavage, and the gentle swell of the top of 
her breasts swinging inside.

Meg sat back, and her eyes caught his.  Blake looked up quickly, uncertain 
if she had caught him gawking.  He cleared his throat.  "So if you teach 
middle school, is Justin one of your students?"

"Nope.  I teach in a different school district."

"Ah."

"I seem to remember you were really into photography."

"Yup.  Still am...only as a hobby though."  He laughed.  "Never could make a 
living at it."

As they sat there chatting, sunlight streaming through the window of the 
kitchen and the birds chirping musically outside, a warm glow came over Meg. 
  She had always liked Blake, but she had never needed companionship like 
she did now.  It was so nice to sit here talking to a man.  They gazed out 
the window in comfortable silence, watching the leaves on the old oaks 
fluttering in the breeze, and beyond, the gentle ripples on the lake.  "You 
know," said Blake wistfully, "I've always been envious of the great beach in 
front of your place.  Mine is mostly rocks, and it's too muddy to swim."

"I know.  We were lucky to get this place.  I really enjoy the beach.  
You're welcome to come over anytime, if you want to swim or work on your 
tan."  Her eyes flickered over Blake's golden-brown, muscular arms.  "Not 
that you really need to."

Blake's cock stirred inside his jeans at the obvious flirtation.  "Well, I 
think I'll take you up on your offer.  Can't let the tan fade you know."

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of Justin bolting into the 
kitchen, carrying his laptop computer.  He stopped short at the sight of 
Blake.

"Hi Blake," he said shyly.

"Well, hello there sport!  Nice to see you again."  Blake discreetly looked 
the boy up and down.  He quickly decided that Justin was a very cute boy, 
smart but shy.  He was wearing little red swim trunks and nothing else.  His 
hairless arms and legs were thin and gangly.

"Watcha' got there?  A laptop?"

"Uh huh."

Meg smiled.  "Justin carries that thing everywhere - mostly to play computer 
games."

Blake chuckled as he watched Justin roll his eyes.  "Nothing wrong with 
that, hey Justin?  Can I see it?"  The boy held the slim computer out for 
Blake's inspection.

"That's a nice one."

"Yup, except the monitor's kinda small to play games.  But it's okay I 
guess."

"Oh, I can see what you mean.  Tell you what though.  If you'd like to, you 
could bring it to my house once in awhile.  I've got a 19" monitor you can 
plug into."

"Gee, that would be cool!"

"Wait a sec' kiddo," said Meg.  She turned to Blake.  "Are you SURE you want 
to do that?  I mean, it's very nice of you, but his games can be pretty 
annoying.  Guns and bombs and stuff, you know."

"Not a problem, as long as I'm not working, which is usually only in the 
mornings and late at night.  I don't mind, really."

Meg reflected for a moment.  In a way, it didn't seem right to let her 
little boy go to Blake's house by himself.  After all, she hardly knew him.  
But he was *so* nice.

Justin noticed his mother's indecision.  "I'll be good Mom...I won't bother 
Blake at all.  I promise."

Meg smiled down at her son and poked him playfully in the ribs.  "Okay.  As 
long as you promise."

Blake flashed a toothy smile.  "Good then.  It's settled."  His mind was 
racing...this could be good.

Justin smiled appreciatively.  "Thanks Mom.  I'm going to my room and play 
my new game."  He skipped out of the kitchen, leaving his mother and Blake 
to continue their chat.

*****

Meg ran the material of her new swimsuit through her long fingers.  She 
giggled like a little girl.  She couldn't believe she was actually going to 
wear this thing.  Still, it had looked good on her in the mirror in the 
dressing room.  Why not?  She was still young.  Her body was getting lean 
and mean.  Just because she wasn't a teenage bimbo didn't mean she couldn't 
look sexy.

She pulled her fingertips along the thin ribbon of material that formed the 
thong.  Times sure had changed since she was young.  In the old days, 
wearing such a swimsuit would have been too daring to contemplate, if not 
considered obscene.  Back then, showing a little ass cheek was about all 
that was allowed.

Should she wear such a revealing swimsuit in front of Justin?  Was it 
appropriate?  She didn't want to stimulate his young hormones.  She pursed 
her lips in frustration.   And then she remembered that she had invited 
Blake to the beach.  She was just getting to know the man.  She didn't know 
if there was a relationship in their future or not, but what would he think 
of her if she flaunted her body in front of him?  Would that ruin things?  
Would she seem slutty?

But those thoughts only made her feel sexy.  Why *not* wear it?  She liked 
him, and she had enjoyed his lingering stares. 'This is ridiculous', she 
said to herself determinedly.  She was going to wear the thong, and that was 
that.

She stripped off her shorts and tank top, and threw them on the bed.  
Holding the suit bottom in both hands, she stepped into it, and wriggled it 
up her long legs and over her hips.  'A little snug,' she thought, 'But 
it'll be just right when I lose a few pounds.'  She hooked a fingertip into 
the thong behind her, and adjusted it into the crack of her butt, working 
out the twists until it was lying smoothly between her cheeks.  She clenched 
her butt, and felt the strand of material rub against her.  'Something kind 
of erotic about that,' she thought.

Next, she gingerly adjusted the front.  She'd forgotten how little material 
there was to cover her crotch.  No matter what she did, a few curly pubic 
hairs peeked out from beneath the tight material.  Meg made a mental note to 
trim her bush the next time she took a shower.  She then put on the top, 
tying the strings behind her.  She pulled and stretched the cups until they 
covered her breasts evenly.  When she was satisfied, she stood in front of 
the freestanding mirror in the corner of her bedroom and gave herself a 
lingering stare.

"Damn!  I'm looking good!" she whispered to herself.  The suit was a bit 
tight, but otherwise fit her perfectly, and flattered her body.  The bra 
cups were a bit smallish...the creamy skin on the sides of her breasts was 
spilling out
and the tan lines from her old suit were clearly visible around pretty much 
the entire triangle of fabric, especially on the sides.  'Oh well,' she 
thought.  'A few days of tanning will take care of that.'  She noticed the 
small bumps of her nipples pressed against the front of the material.

She thought again about Blake.  Would he come to visit her today?  A thrill 
coursed through her body.  The thought of him looking at her was 
so...exciting.  She loved her new body, and thinking of her handsome 
neighbor watching her in the thong...she felt a pleasant tingle in her 
crotch.  She pulled an oversized tee shirt over her head, and, heart 
pounding with nervous anticipation, left the bedroom and headed for the 
beach.

*****

Justin was already at the beach, snorkeling in the shallows when Meg 
arrived.  She noted sourly that he was ignoring her prohibition against 
swimming alone, but decided to drop it.  She spread out her striped beach 
towel and sat down, stretching her tanned legs out in front of her.  She 
watched her son for a while, trying to screw up the courage to remove the 
tee shirt.  After about ten minutes of indecision, she removed the shirt and 
began slathering suntan lotion over her smooth, golden skin, concentrating 
on the less-richly tanned areas at the sides of her breasts and the much 
paler skin along her bikini line.  She was thankful that she had sunbathed 
topless a few times.  The tan lines along her breasts were indistinct as a 
result.  The line along her bikini bottom, though, was a different matter.  
This visual evidence of just how skimpy the suit was took her aback.  And 
that wasn't even taking into account her bare buttocks.   She wondered how 
she was going to find the courage to flip on her stomach in front of Justin.

Meg was almost finished with the lotion, massaging it into her the skin of 
her shapely calves, when Justin splashed ashore, holding several colorful 
stones that he had found in the lake.  He knelt in the sand next to Meg and 
held them out to her for her inspection.  "Look what I found Mom.  Aren't 
they neat?"

"Mmm, very pretty."

"I'm gonna start a rock collection."  The boy paused and his eyes traveled 
quickly over his mother.  "Is that your new suit?"

Meg licked her lips nervously, self-conscious over her son's stare.  "Yup.  
What do you think?  Does the color look good?"

"Uh-huh.  I think so.  Yellow looks nice on you."

"Well, thank you."  She smiled at her son's compliment.

Justin's eyes flickered over his mother's chest briefly.  "Um, I'm gonna go 
look for more rocks on the beach."

"Okay hon." Meg exhaled deeply, and watched her son scout the water's edge.  
So far so good.  Justin had looked at her, that was for sure, but it seemed 
to be nothing more than harmless curiosity.  She sat a few moments longer, 
eventually deciding to go for her daily swim rather than work on her tan.  
She stood up and nervously strode past Justin.  She waded into the warm 
water.  "Justin, I'm going for my swim now.  Be back in half an hour.  Don't 
swim by yourself okay?  You can go back in the water when I get back."

"Okay."

Thankfully, he seemed engrossed in combing the beach for rocks.  Meg 
continued wading, past her knees, until she felt the warm water lapping 
against her naked butt.  She paused a moment, then plunged into the water to 
begin her swim, unaware that Justin's eyes had been glued to her swaying 
butt the whole time.

*****

Blake brought his binoculars down from his eyes as Meg dove into the water 
across the cove.  "Interesting," he said aloud.  "Meg's got a new bikini."  
He had watched her almost every day these past few weeks, and was used to 
seeing a different swimsuit.  He frowned when he realized he wouldn't have a 
chance to watch her lying out topless anymore.  She could hardly do that 
with her son around all the time.  Then he smiled at his own silliness.  
What was he complaining about?  He had watched her through her bedroom 
window, masturbating, and here he was disappointed that he wasn't going to 
be able to peer at her naked tits from 200 yards away.  He shook his head in 
amusement.  Still, there was something about the voyeuristic quality of it 
that he would miss.

He thought about Meg's invitation to join her at her beach.  Now *that* was 
something to look forward to.  Nothing like laying on the warm sand with a 
half-nude babe reclining next to you.  He relished the thought.  God, that 
woman was hot!   He watched for a few more minutes as Meg swam effortlessly 
up the cove, out toward the open lake, then walked up the rocky path to his 
cabin.  Blake had made up his mind to go over and take Meg up on her offer.  
Only Justin was there now, but Meg would be back soon.  He knew one thing 
with certainty:  He was going to fuck Meg before the summer was out.  He 
chuckled.  The son was a little less certain.

*****

"Hi Justin...Watcha' doing?"

The boy started at the sound - he was engrossed in extracting a reddish 
cobble from the wet sand.  "Hi Blake."  He flashed a quick smile.  "I'm 
collecting rocks."

"Oh, can I see?"  His eyes flickered quickly over Justin's body as he 
crouched on the beach.  Blake was pleased to note that the boy was wearing 
the same cute little swim trunks that he had on the previous day.

"'Kay.  But I'm having trouble with this one."  He grunted as he prodded at 
the half-buried rock.

"Well, maybe I can help."  Blake sat on the sand on the opposite side of the 
cobble from the boy, legs slightly spread, and began to dig with his fingers 
on either side of the stone.  Justin knelt on the beach and watched as the 
older man worked.

"Hmm, this one's really buried.  Maybe it's bigger than you think."  Blake 
formed a six-inch deep trench around the entire circumference of the rock, 
but it still wouldn't budge.  He casually spread his legs further apart and 
continued digging at the stone buried in the sand between his legs.  His 
eyes flickered up to look at Justin.  Damn, he hadn't noticed yet.  He 
inched his legs farther apart as he dug.  Blake could feel his cock resting 
against the inside of his thigh, and knew that the boy should be able to 
look up the legs of the loose fitting shorts and see it.

He leaned back on his hands and pushed on the stone with his foot, exerting 
all his leg muscles in an effort to free the rock.  Hah!  Jackpot!  He saw 
Justin's eyes wandering upward, then focus on the leg opening of the man's 
shorts.  His eyes widened slightly, and Blake had to suppress a chuckle.  He 
hunched himself closer to the rock to get better leverage, and could feel 
his shorts riding further up his leg as he did so.  Justin was getting quite 
a show - his cockhead was almost certainly poking out the bottom of the 
shorts, and he could feel himself beginning to get erect at the thought.  
Just then, the cobble sprang free of the sand, and the 10-inch diameter rock 
rolled up and out of the small excavation he had made.  Blake casually 
pulled the legs of his shorts back down and flipped over onto hands and 
knees.  "Finally!" he laughed.  "Quite a boulder you found."

Justin blinked, coming out of his reverie, and looked down at the rock.  
"Wow, I'll say.  I'm gonna go wash it off."  Blake watched as the boy 
hoisted the rock and carried it to the water's edge, his eyes glued to the 
front of the little boy's shorts.  The bulge he saw there was a little 
bigger than he would have expected, and his breathing quickened.  Could the 
boy have been aroused by the show?  He couldn't tell for sure.  Justin 
squatted in the shallow water and began to splash water on the rock.  Blake 
had to settle for the view of the lad's tight little ass pointed invitingly 
toward him.

Just then, he glimpsed the figure of Meg, cutting a path through the water 
several hundred feet offshore.  She was returning from her swim.  He was at 
once excited and disappointed.  It would have been nice to play with Justin 
a bit longer.  On the other hand, he knew he shouldn't be greedy and bring 
things too far, too quickly.

Meg approached the shore, and changed her stroke to a slow dog paddle in 
order to cool down after the vigorous swim.  She spied Justin, hardly moved 
from the water's edge where she had left him, and, crouched next to 
him...Blake!  Her heart, already racing from her exertion, skipped a beat.  
She had forgotten during her swim that she had invited him over, but she was 
glad to see him there.  Very glad.

She glided through the lake, nearing the shallows, and felt the water on her 
body like fine silk, sliding off her legs, her...rear.  She remembered the 
thong.  Her wish from earlier that day was coming true.  This handsome man 
was going to see her practically nude butt.  A shiver of nervous 
anticipation coursed through her body.

Meg's long, delicate toes touched the soft sand next to the dock.  She took 
a deep, nervous breath, and stood in the waist-deep water.  She waded 
through the shallows and onto the sandy beach, water cascading off her body. 
  She took her soaking wet hair in her hands to wring out the excess water, 
and, in the age-old habit of women coming out of the water, she casually 
glanced down to adjust her bra and ensure that her breasts were properly 
tucked in.  Nothing was hanging out, but it wasn't exactly hidden either.  
She hadn't realized how thin the fabric was, almost translucent.  Her 
nipples were obviously erect, and the faint shadows of the areolas were 
visible through the wet fabric.

To Blake, Meg emerging from the water next to the dock was like a goddess 
rising from the sea.  Her hair was dark and wet as she wrung it out.  Her 
tanned skin was smooth and golden and covered with water droplets that 
glinted in the sunlight.  She flashed a quick smile.  He smiled back and 
caught her eyes, but only briefly.  His gaze flickered lower, to the yellow 
bikini.  It was tiny!  Her tits spilled out the sides of the bra, and the 
bottom was a dainty triangle of fabric.  Her tits were jiggling and bouncing 
seductively as she approached him, and - damn!  Her long rubbery nipples 
were poking against the thin fabric.  He gulped and felt a tingle in his 
crotch.  This was going to drive him crazy.  Fuck, she was hot, and the 
bikini was something else!  It was almost better than watching her through 
the bedroom window.

His eyes traveled lower.  Oh fuck!  The shadow of her pubic hair was visible 
through the shiny wet fabric.  The view was so damn erotic.

He realized that he was ogling her.  By sheer force of will, he tore his 
eyes away from her crotch, cleared his throat, and smiled awkwardly.  
"Thought I'd take you up on your offer to come over and catch some rays.  
Justin here was showing me his rock collection."

"I'm glad you came."  Meg flashed a quick smile, her white teeth glinting in 
the sun, then averted her gaze. A shudder of equal parts embarrassment and 
arousal coursed through her body as she realized what kind of show she was 
about to give Blake...and her son.

"So what have you found kiddo?"  She knelt in the wet sand next to them.

"A bunch of neat rocks.  See?"

Blake watched as the boy showed his mother his rock collection.   His eyes 
kept wandering over her firm tits, partially covered under the skimpy 
bikini.  The nipples were still pressed against the material, stiff and 
erect, even more so now that the cool air was hitting them after her swim.  
What's more, Justin was clearly interested in what he was seeing also, never 
mind the fact that it was his own mother.  His young eyes were clearly 
shifting downward as he talked to his mother.

"Very nice hon. Um, I'm gonna go and dry off and sit in the sun for awhile 
okay?"

"Okay.  Can we go and eat soon though?  I'm starved."

"Sure thing sweetie."

Meg smiled at Blake and got to her feet.  "I'm going to dry off.  Want to 
come and sit with me awhile?"  This was the moment of truth, when she 
flaunted her bare butt at her handsome neighbor.  She walked through the 
loose sand up the beach, nervously aware of Blake following her.  She bent 
and reached for her towel.  She buried her face in it, pretending to dry her 
face, but also taking the opportunity to think this out.  'Good lord,' she 
thought.  She felt like such a slut.

Blake's cock rose in his shorts as he followed Meg, eyes glued to her 
seductively swaying ass.  A fucking thong!  The tiny yellow string of the 
bikini was completely buried in her butt crack.   First Justin, and now 
this.  He figured he better say something, anything, to get his mind working 
in a different direction.  "So.  Out for a swim?"  Duh!  He could've slapped 
himself.  How the hell was he going to get this woman in bed if he couldn't 
come up with something more intelligent to say than that?

Meg rubbed the towel over her lithe arms and firm stomach.  "Yeah, my daily 
workout.  Greatest exercise in the world.  I've been at it for a few weeks 
now."

"I can tell...it shows."

He was looking very pointedly at her body.  Meg thought she was going to 
melt under his blue-eyed gaze.  She was getting increasingly self-conscious, 
but it was definitely exciting.  She was already warm and flushed from her 
swim, but she could feel the temperature rise in her cheeks even further.  
She felt totally exposed, which was silly, but still...

Meg lay the towel back down on the hot sand and sat down, tanned legs 
stretched out in front of her.  Blake followed suit, sitting next to her.  
He was having a hell of time not ogling this hot slut while they made small 
talk under the blazing sun.  He couldn't put his finger on it, but she was 
so fucking sexy, and much prettier than he had realized.  He hadn't noticed 
watching through the bedroom window but she had a mature beauty that was 
driving him crazy as he sat here next to her.  Her dark hair and eyebrows, 
easy tinkling laugh... And her body - he had seen it in all of its naked 
glory of course, but that made the skimpy swimsuit even sexier.  Meg's tits 
were round and full - perfect as far as he was concerned.  Her legs were 
long and well defined, slightly muscular...

He had to keep his hands in his lap to hide his partial erection.  So he 
focused for a while on watching Justin, now busily moving his rock pile to a 
safer place next to he and Meg.  But that wasn't much better.  Justin's cute 
little butt flexing beneath his tight swimsuit aroused Blake almost as much. 
  He thought back to the boy's erection, briefly spied through his swimsuit 
a little earlier.

"He seems to be keeping himself occupied," he said, nodding toward the boy 
as he made his tenth trip with a handful of rocks.

Meg smiled.  "Yup.  I'm glad.  I've been hoping he'd be able to keep himself 
busy this summer.  Looks like I didn't have anything to worry about."

As Blake and Meg talked, he noticed the boy's frequent glances at his 
mother, specifically, at his mother's tits.  The nipples were no longer 
visible through the fast-drying fabric of the suit, but they were still 
visibly poking against the thin material.  He wondered what the boy's 
reaction had been the first time he saw his mother in the thong.  This was 
so fucking erotic!  This hot sexy mother, and her cute little son...did 
Justin get a hardon when he watched her?  Probably, Blake decided.  After 
all, the boy got an erection when he saw Blake's cock, at least it looked 
like he had.  Strange, but Meg seemed clueless that she was stimulating the 
little guy.

Meg wasn't noticing because she couldn't keep her eyes from roaming over 
Blake's body.  Darkly tanned and muscular, dark hair with a tinge of gray.  
Smiling blue eyes...she shivered, knowing that he was looking at her too.

Once again, Blake saw Justin's eyes wash over his mom's tits.  Despite 
himself, Blake chuckled merrily at the sight.

"What is it?"  Meg was looking at him quizzically.

"Oh...er, nothing.  Laughing at Justin, that's all."

As if on cue, Justin dumped the last load of pebbles next to his mother. 
"Done," he announced.  He had formed a low mound of colorful stones.  
"They're for you Mom."

Meg glanced over at Blake and rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a smile.  
"Um, that's very nice Justin.  You've been working hard."

Justin nodded.  "Hey Mom, can we go and eat now?  I'm starved."

"Okay Hon."

Meg frowned and looked at Blake with disappointment.  "Sorry, gotta go.  
Have to keep a growing boy fed you know."

Blake nodded.  Damn!  He had been enjoying this.  "That's okay.  I can come 
back another day."  He snapped his fingers.  "Oh, by the way Justin," he 
said as casually as he could.  "When did you want to come over and use my 
computer?"

The boy looked uncertainly at his mother, who nodded.  "Um, tomorrow?"

Blake smiled.  "Sounds good sport.  See you then."

He helped Meg gather her things, while she convinced Justin that his rock 
collection would be safe on the beach.  All the while, he ogled her flexing 
ass cheeks.  So, he noticed, did Justin.

*****

Blake sat in his den at the computer, preparing it for Justin's visit.  He 
called up one of his favorite screensavers, a slideshow of gorgeous young 
women in varying states of undress.  He watched the photos for a while, but 
his mind wasn't really on the slideshow.  No, he was thinking about Justin, 
and his youthful little body.  He licked his lips nervously, and glanced at 
his watch.  It was almost time.  He went to each of the two large windows in 
the room and pulled the blinds closed.  Just as he finished this task, he 
heard a gentle tapping at the front door.  He strode down the carpeted 
hallway and opened the front door.

"Hi Blake!"

"Hiya sport. Come on in!"  He greeted the boy enthusiastically, but at the 
same time let his eyes drift downward as the boy brushed past him and 
entered the living room.   He was disappointed to see that the boy wasn't 
wearing the same tight swimsuit that he had on the day before.  Instead, 
Justin was wearing a pair of looser shorts.

Blake cleared his throat nervously.  "So, I see you've got your laptop.  
Let's get you plugged in.  My computer's down this hallway in the den."  
Blake licked his lips as he followed the boy down the hall, watching the 
cute little butt flexing beneath the fabric of his shorts.

They entered the den and the boy whistled appreciatively.  "Hey - nice 
computer.  And wow, look at the size of that monit...".  The boy stopped 
short.  He had noticed the screensaver.  It showed a young blond teen 
reclining on her bed, wearing nothing but a pair of tight lace panties.  Her 
ample tits were tanned and firm, the nipples hard and erect.  "Wow, look at 
her!"  The boy's eyes grew even wider when the next photo flashed on the 
monitor.  This one showed an older woman with short blond hair.  She was 
sitting facing the camera, legs spread, pink hairless pussy gaping open.

Blake cleared his throat and walked to the computer.  "Whoops.  Should have 
turned this off before you came."  He reached down to turn off the 
screensaver.

"Wait...I want to see more."

Blake paused and grinned to himself.  So far, so good.  He scratched his 
chin thoughtfully.  "Well, I dunno Justin.  I mean, you're old enough to see 
this kind of stuff, but I don't know if your Mom would like it."

"Oh, she won't know," the boy replied absently.  "Wow, check her out!"  A 
new slide appeared.  This photo showed a thong-clad brunette from behind.   
She was standing upright, but bent at the waist.  The round globes of her 
gorgeous ass cheeks were tanned and enticing.

Blake chuckled.  "Yup she's hot alright."  He paused.  "And maybe you're 
right.  Your Mom doesn't need to know.  Our little secret right?"  He sat 
down in front of the keyboard.  Justin stood mesmerized next to him, laptop 
held at his side and forgotten, as the photos flashed across the monitor one 
by one.  At last the cycle began to repeat itself. The thong-wearing 
brunette appeared on the screen again.

"Oh, I like her," said Blake.   "I see your Mom has a swimsuit just like 
that."  He looked at Justin, watching for his reaction.

"Yeah.  She bought that at the mall the other day."

"Well, she sure looks good in it.  Your Mom has a really nice ass."

Justin nodded uncertainly.

"Sometimes those suits are so skimpy they barely cover the girl's pussy and 
asshole.  Do you think your Mom's is like that?"

The boy's cheeks reddened at the graphic language.  "I don't know.  I've 
only seen it once."

"Well," said Blake innocently.  "If I were you, I'd try to see."  He smiled.

Justin looked thoughtful.  "Um, maybe I can see tomorrow."  The youth 
returned his eyes to the monitor.  "Rats.  I guess we've seen them all."

Blake nodded.  "Uh huh.  But I've got tons of this stuff on my hard drive."  
He looked as discreetly as he could out of the corner of his eye at the boy 
standing next to him.  He glanced down at his shorts.  Was that a bulge he 
saw there?  "Um, but maybe you want to hook up your laptop now and play your 
game?"

"Heck, I can do that anytime."  He looked shyly at Blake.  The older man 
noticed that the boy had shifted the laptop to his other hand, trying to 
cover his crotch.  Justin had become aware that he had a hardon, and was 
trying to hide it.  "I sure would like to see some more of those...I mean, 
if you don't mind."  His little voice was almost pleading.

Blake chuckled.  "No, Justin, I don't mind.  I like to look at these too."  
With a few mouse clicks he opened an image viewer program, moved the setting 
to slideshow mode, and selected about twenty jpeg files from his hard drive, 
photos that he had collected during his years of surfing the web.  The first 
photo flashed on the screen.  "Check that out Justin.  She's got her finger 
in her pussy."  Justin visibly gulped at the sight.  Several similar photos 
cycled through.

"What's she doing?"  Justin pointed to the monitor.

"She's putting a dildo up her butt."

"A dildo?"

"Yup.  Oh, maybe you don't know what that is.  It's kind of like...an 
artificial cock I guess you'd say.  Sometimes women use those if they don't 
have a man around to make themselves feel good."

"But why is she putting it up her bum?"  The boy's voice was quavering in 
his excitement.

"Because it feels good.  Sometimes men put their cocks in women's...bums 
too.  Have you ever heard of that?"

"Maybe...I think so."

Blake noted that Justin was still holding the laptop in front of him.  "Do 
you like these photos Justin?  Have you ever seen pictures like these 
before?"

"Sort of.  I've see Playboys and stuff.  But these are a lot better."

The older man smiled.  "Yup - they sure are."  He paused.  "Um, why don't 
you put your computer down?  Those get awfully heavy."

Justin looked down uncertainly.  "Um...no, that's okay."

Blake flashed a friendly smile at the boy.  "It's okay Justin...I think 
you're trying to hide your hardon.  But you don't have to...see?  I've got 
one too."
Justin's eyes followed Blake's pointing fingers to the man's lap, and his 
eyes widened.  A distinct bulge was tenting-out the front of the man's gray 
running shorts.  "See?  It's exciting looking at this stuff.  It's perfectly 
natural to get a hardon.  You don't have to hide it."

The boy nodded uncertainly, his eyes still fixed on Blake's obvious 
erection.  But finally, he placed his computer on the desk next to him.  
Blake's cock throbbed as he gazed at the youth's crotch.  Justin's erection 
was obvious, pushing as it did against the thin cotton fabric.  Blake 
wondered how big it was...it probably wasn't fully grown yet.  Still, it 
tented the front of the shorts impressively.

"There, now you can get more comfortable."  He pointed to the corner of the 
den.  "If you'd like, you can bring that chair over here and sit down."

Blake eyed the bulge in Justin's shorts as the boy hauled the chair over, 
placed it next to Blake, and sat down gratefully.  Blake was encouraged to 
see that the lad already seemed to have lost any embarrassment about his 
hardon.  He diverted his attention back to the computer screen.  "Check that 
out Justin!"  It was the first hardcore photo to appear.  This one showed an 
older brunette woman giving a blowjob to a well-hung black man.  The thick 
cock was buried halfway in the woman's mouth.

"Oh wow!"  The boy's voice broke with his excitement.  "He's got his...cock 
in her mouth."

"Yup.  She's giving him a blowjob."

"Oh yeah.  I've heard of that.  My friend Tommy claims he saw a girl do that 
on the school bus."

"Really?  Well, maybe he did.  That feels really good you know."

"Have you ever been blowjobbed?"

Blake laughed at the choice of words.  "You mean, have I ever received a 
blowjob.  But you're close."  He struggled to contain his laughter.  "Yes, 
lots of times.  I really like it."

Blake decided it was time to bring out heavier artillery.   Justin was 
clearly getting more comfortable.  "Say, Justin," he began.  "I have more 
than pictures, you know.  I have all kinds of short movies too.  Do you want 
to see some?"  Justin nodded vigorously, and Blake closed the image viewer 
and called up his media player.  'What should I start with?' he asked 
himself.  He had gigabytes worth of every kind of sex act imaginable, but he 
thought he should take it easy on the hard stuff.  This was going well, and 
he didn't want to screw it up by freaking the little guy out.

"Okay, here are a couple of blowjobs.  These are good ones."

The first clip was about five minutes long, and Blake was grateful for the 
DSL connection that allowed for downloading long clips.  It showed a young, 
muscular stud lying on his back on a bed, while a cute blond teen licked up 
and down his hard cock like a lollipop.  Blake and Justin watched the movie 
clip in silence, as the blond progressed from licking to taking the cock in 
her mouth.  Finally, she deep-throated the shaft with ease, while she 
fondled the lucky guy's wrinkled balls.

"Awesome!"

"Pretty cool huh?  I've been sucked like that, and it feels great!"

Blake decided to bring this little game to the next level.  Noticing that 
Justin was focused intently on the movie clip, he leaned back and slouched 
down in his chair.  At the same time he discreetly reached into his shorts 
and adjusted his swollen prick so that it was pointed toward the leg 
opening.  He tugged at the front of the shorts slightly, pulling the 
material upward, thus exposing the tip of his prick out the leg opening.  
His cock was so hard that it was a bit uncomfortable, but thankfully the 
shorts were loose enough that it wasn't painful.

Justin almost immediately noticed.  Blake could see the boy's eyes alternate 
between the movie clip and the tip of his exposed cock.  Blake causally 
shifted in his seat, which had the effect of poking his cock out of the leg 
of his shorts even more.  On the screen, the man was rapidly approaching his 
climax, as Blake's cock, the top two inches of which were now in plain sight 
against his inner thigh, twitched and throbbed.

"Watch Justin.  He's about to come."

The blond released the man's swollen cock from her wet mouth.  It was bright 
red and shiny from her saliva as she began jacking him off.  Within a few 
seconds, pearly white tendrils of sperm shot violently into her open mouth.  
As he watched, Blake brought his left hand down to his cock and began to 
casually rub the exposed tip with his fingertips.

"Wow, look at that!" Justin said excitingly, his voice quavering with 
excitement over what he was seeing.  "It's going right into her mouth!"

"Yup, that's pretty fucking hot," Blake agreed.  "Some women like it when 
men come in their mouths."

"There sure is a lot of it."

"Yeah, quite a bit.  I come about that much."

"You do?"

"Mmm hmm.  Sure do."  Blake decided to go for it.  "When you're young, like 
you are, you don't usually come so much."  He looked at Justin and smiled.  
"Do you come a lot Justin?"

Justin and looked away with embarrassment.  "Umm, I dunno...I've never 
had...never had sex I guess."

Blake grinned.  "That's okay, but I mean when you jack off."  He looked at 
Justin intently.  "You jack off don't you?"

Justin turned red.  "I...I guess so."

"Sure you do.  All men do it.  I have sex with lots of women, but I still 
jack off all the time.  Why not?  It feels good."

Justin nodded slowly in agreement, as Blake continued.  "Nothing to be 
ashamed of.  If you're horny you should jack off."  As he said this, he 
watched as Justin's eyes lowered to watch Blake stroke the tip of his 
erection.  Blake feigned surprise, and chuckled.  "I guess I didn't even 
notice I was doing it."  He shrugged and called up another movie clip with 
the mouse.  This one showed two well hung guys, one black and one white, and 
an Asian woman.  The black guy was on his back while the woman took his cock 
up her ass, humping up and down.  The white guy knelt next to the black, who 
licked at his erection.

"That guy's licking the other man!"

"Uh huh.  What do you think of that?"

"Wow!  And look!" Justin pointed excitedly at the screen.  "His...cock is in 
her bum!"

"Yup...and he sure is enjoying it.  Look how deep it's going!"

But Justin didn't hear him.  He was looking down into Blake's lap.  The 
man's cock was now fully exposed, over half of it poking through the open 
leg of his shorts.  He was stroking it slowly, as it pulsed and throbbed in 
his fingers. "Mmm, that feels good," Blake groaned.

Justin's attention was now almost fully diverted from the movie.  He openly 
gawked, watching as the older man got himself off. "Your...your cock is 
big," he said shyly.

Blake smiled at that.  He'd never been accused of having a big cock before.  
"Actually, it's only average size.  Probably not much bigger than yours."

Justin shrugged.  "Mine's bigger than it used to be maybe."

"You can touch yourself if you want to Justin.  Don't be shy."

"Oh, I don't know..." the youth's quiet voice trailed off.

Blake was nervous.  This was the moment of truth.  He didn't think he had 
moved too fast, but...  He let Justin take his time, as the boy bit his lip 
uncertainly.  Finally, he stood up, and hesitantly unsnapped his shorts.  He 
sighed audibly, and then let the garment fall down his slim legs to his 
ankles.  He paused, and then shyly pushed his white underwear down his 
thighs.  For the first time, the boy's erect cock was exposed to Blake.  It 
took all of his mental discipline to prevent himself from reaching out to 
touch the boy's beautiful cock, and he vowed that someday he would have it.  
Maybe not today, but soon.  It was the most gorgeous dick he had ever 
seen...not as developed as an adult's, but clearly not a child's either.  It 
was about five inches long and slim, sticking up proudly at a 45-degree 
angle.  It was visibly throbbing with the boy's excitement.  It was 
virtually hairless, except for a few wiry hairs sprouting from the base.

Justin's voice broke with nervousness and excitement.  "It...It's not very 
big I guess, and I don't have any hair."

Blake smiled.  "That's okay.  It'll grow, and you'll get hair when you get 
older."  He continued to openly stroke his prick as he gazed at the boy's 
cock.  He could barely conceal his lust and desire.  "You can touch yourself 
if you want," he said, in as casual a voice as he could muster.

Justin sat down again, slouched in the chair.   The little rock-hard prick 
was now pointed straight up in his lap, and he slowly brought his left hand 
to his erection, his eyes not meeting Blake's.  His slim fingers curled 
around the smooth shaft and squeezed lightly.  Slowly, tentatively, he began 
to run the fingers up and down his slim cock.  He began watching the video 
clip again through glazed eyes, his mouth half open.

On the computer monitor, the white blowjob recipient was coming in the black 
guy's face, and the woman leaned over to lick it up.  Blake clicked the 
mouse and called up a similar clip, this one featuring three men and a young 
fox.

Blake began to pull harder on his swollen prick.  He needed to come 
desperately, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold out.  The 
combination of the erotic movie clips, and this young boy jacking off next 
to him, was mind-blowing.

Justin followed suit.  His eyes were closed as his little fist began to pump 
back and forth on his rigid cock.  Blake watched with smoldering lust as the 
youth's legs began to tremble.  Justin was going to come soon as well.

Blake pistoned his fist furiously up and down on his cock as he watched 
Justin.  Suddenly, his orgasm arrived.  "Oh, fuck!" he moaned, as a thick 
stream of sperm shot into the air, falling back on his pumping hand.  "UH!"  
He grunted and shot another streamer of cum, arching his back as he did so.  
Through his flickering eyelids, he saw Justin watching his orgasm with 
undisguised lustful curiosity.

Blake gasped and shot several progressively smaller streamers of cum over 
his pumping fist.  Just as he was finishing, Justin moaned loudly and bucked 
his ass up off the chair, his legs held rigidly in front of him.  Blake 
watched as a spray of hot cum squirted from the little boy's cock and rained 
down on his quivering thighs, marveling at the height and force of the boy's 
orgasm.  "Uh, uh, uh..." grunted Justin.  His eyes were tightly closed, his 
little fist flying up and down his hard cock as it sprayed his sperm on his 
thin legs.  Gradually, the boy's fist slowed, and his breathing calmed down.

Blake smiled.  "Gosh, you came a lot!"  The boy smiled weakly, and looked 
ruefully down at his legs, covered with pearly globs of cum.  Blake grabbed 
a box of Kleenex from the desk and offered it to Justin.  The boy took 
several tissues and dabbed the cum off his legs, fingers, and cock.

Blake did the same, and put the wadded Kleenex on the desk.  Normally he 
would have simply licked it off his fingers, but didn't know what the boy's 
reaction would have been.  He pulled his shorts up and over his softening 
prick.

Justin finished cleaning himself, and, following Blake's lead, put the 
dripping wads of Kleenex on the desk in front of him.  He hastily pulled his 
shorts back up, and tucked in his shirt.  He was silent, and avoiding eye 
contact with the older man.

"Well, that sure was fun," said Blake.  "Did you enjoy that?"

Justin nodded uncertainly.  "Uh huh.  It was...neat."

"Well, you're welcome to come over and do it again."  Blake chuckled.  "Or, 
you can even play with your computer the next time."  Blake was relieved to 
see the boy grin.

"I should go now Blake.  My mom's probably wondering where I am."

"Okay Justin.  Um, maybe we should keep what we did our little secret huh?"

The boy nodded.  "'Course."

Blake walked the boy down the hallway to the front entry.  "You can't come 
over for a few days Justin, 'cause I'll be out of town on business."  He 
carefully watched Justin's reaction to this revelation.  Did he see a flash 
of disappointment on the cute little face?

"Okay.   When will you be back?"

Blake tried to hide his relief.  "Tuesday."

"Maybe I'll come back then?"

"Sure thing."   He gave the boy a friendly pat on the arm as Justin walked 
out into the late afternoon sunshine.  He closed the door and leaned against 
it, and a crooked smile crossed his face.

"Fuck, that was hot," he said aloud.  He let out a long sigh of contentment 
and relief.  He hadn't scared the boy off...Justin had definitely enjoyed 
their little game, and was even willing to come back.  He walked back into 
the den and delicately picked up the wet Kleenex the boy had put on the 
desk.  It was soaked and literally dripping with Justin's sperm.  He put the 
wadded tissue to his nose and inhaled deeply.  The musky smell permeated his 
nostrils, and despite his recent orgasm, he felt his cock twitch inside his 
shorts.  He opened the kleenex up and flattened it on the desk, gazing 
longingly on the pearly boy-cum visible there.  Blake scooped up a gob of 
sperm with his fingertips, and put them in his mouth.  "Mmm," he said to 
himself.  Yes, he definitely couldn't wait to see Justin again!

*****

Meg lifted a small spoonful of chicken soup to her full lips.  Steaming hot. 
  "Justin!" she called.  "Time for lunch!"  She dropped the spoon on the 
stove, carried the pot of soup to the dinette table, and placed it next to 
the ham sandwiches that were already there.  She whistled tunelessly.  Meg 
was in high spirits.  Things were going so well this summer.  Blake was so 
nice, and Justin had raved about his new friend.

"JUSTIN!" she called again.

Meg sighed.  "Where IS that boy," she wondered aloud.  She hadn't seen him 
since early in the morning.  She walked down the hallway toward his room, 
and tapped lightly on the closed door.  "Justin!  Lunch is ready!"

There was no response.  Maybe the boy was outside, but then why was the 
bedroom door closed?  Meg turned the knob and pushed the door open slowly.  
She peered around the opened door, and her eyes widened with shock.  Justin 
was lying nude on his unmade bed, his headphones perched on his head.  His 
hand was wrapped around his erect penis, pumping up and down rapidly.  He 
was masturbating!

Meg was frozen, her eyes wide and glued to the sight.  Her recent ponderings 
about her young son's rapid maturing had been fleeting, but here was graphic 
evidence.  There he was, furiously pumping away at his erection.  Justin's 
eyes were tightly closed, his face frozen in a rapturous mask as he moved 
his hand furiously up and down on his reddened, hard penis.  His stomach 
muscles were flexing, and his legs were quivering at the sensation of what 
must have been an impending orgasm.  Meg tore her eyes from the scene and 
quickly backed out of the room.

She walked unsteadily back to the kitchen, her heart pounding in her chest.  
She sat down at the table, trying to put what she had just seen out of her 
mind.  Her emotions were tormented.  Her son was growing up before her very 
eyes.   Bill had told her that he had a "man to man" talk with him a few 
months ago.  Meg had thought it was too early, but she obviously had been 
mistaken.  She sighed, and watched the steam rising from the soup on the 
table in front of her.  There was something else that she couldn't ignore.  
The sight of Justin's twitching penis flashed in her brain like a vision.  
She had felt a stirring in her loins as she watched him for those few 
moments.  Even now, she could sense the familiar tingle in her crotch...

Meg closed her eyes tightly with consternation.  'Stop it!' she scolded 
herself.  What was she doing?  Getting horny at the sight of her own son?

"Hi Mom.  Lunch ready?"  Meg's eyelids snapped open.  Justin had padded 
quietly into the kitchen.

"Yup.  I...I was just going to come and find you."

Justin stopped, and looked with concern at his mother.  "Are you okay?"

Meg nodded and tried to smile.  "I'm fine...just...a little headache, that's 
all."

Satisfied at the response, Justin sat at the table and began to devour his 
lunch.  Meg, on the other hand, sat in silence, barely touching her food.

"Say Justin?" she asked finally.  "How about we take the boat out tomorrow 
and do some fishing?  We could go to that spot your dad and I used to take 
you on the other side of the lake.  Remember?"

"Sure Mom.  Sounds fun."

They finished lunch, and Justin dashed outside while Meg cleaned up.  It was 
a cloudy day, which matched her suddenly sour mood.  The early afternoon sun 
didn't have the strength to break through the thin overcast.

She finished her kitchen clean-up, and walked down the hallway toward the 
bathroom to wash up.  As she passed Justin's room, she paused and looked in. 
  The bed was still unmade, sheets strewn carelessly, half on the floor.  
The unwanted image of Justin masturbating intruded into her mind again, and 
despite herself, she felt a longing ache in her groin.  Without thinking, 
Meg entered the room. Her eyes caught a piece of crumpled kleenex wedged in 
the gap between the nightstand and the bed.  Her heart began pounding in her 
chest, as she hesitantly bent down and gingerly picked the wad up, holding 
it delicately in her fingertips.  It was soaked with Justin's sperm.  She 
began to bring the wad into the kitchen to discard it, when an odd, musky 
odor wafted into her senses. It had been so long since she had smelled cum.  
Heart beating furiously in her chest, she raised the tissue to her nose and 
inhaled deeply.  But then, as if coming out of a fog, her eyes widened as 
she realized what she was doing.  She tossed the kleenex angrily into the 
bedside wastebasket, and held her face in her hands.  'What am I doing?' she 
asked herself bitterly. 'Get a hold of yourself Meg.'

*****

"Mom, I'm ready!"  The closed door of Meg's bedroom muffled Justin's voice.

"Okay hon, give me just a minute!"  Meg held her new thong in up in front of 
her nude body and frowned.  Initially, she had planned on wearing it on 
their fishing trip, but sitting in a little boat next to Justin, that 
exposed...no, she better not.  She was beginning to second-guess herself.  
Why in the world had she bought this suit anyway?  Ah well, she didn't need 
to worry about it today - she and Justin weren't planning on going swimming 
- they would be in the boat the whole time.

She peeked out the curtains of her bedroom window.  It was hot and muggy, 
like it had been all summer, but it was getting cloudy.  Not a very good day 
for sun tanning either.  She sighed and tossed the thong next to its 
matching bra on her dresser.

She pulled her pink cotton panties up her long, lean legs, followed by a 
pair of faded blue, tattered cut-offs.  She rummaged through the dresser 
drawer, rifling through her bras.  She wrinkled her nose.  Until these last 
few days, Meg hadn't worn a bra all summer, and she relished the freedom.  
She reconsidered, and pulled an old light-blue tee shirt over her naked 
torso, tucking it into her shorts.

Meg paused to inspect herself in the mirror, and whistled softly.  "Looking 
good," she said to herself proudly.  Most of her clothes were too big for 
her nowadays, but this tee shirt had always been undersized.  Her breasts 
pushed against it, and filled it out nicely.  Her nipples poked subtly 
against the cotton fabric.  The shorts were also a bit loose, but it was a 
small price to pay for her weight loss.  With a final appreciative glance in 
the mirror, she left to join Justin.

*****

The old outboard motor sputtered and coughed as Meg maneuvered the little 
boat out the narrow inlet and into the main part of the lake.  "I dunno 
Mom."  Justin cast a critical eye on the smoking motor.  "That sure doesn't 
sound good."

"This motor *never* sounded good."  Meg struggled to make herself heard over 
the clank of the engine.  "But it never failed us.  And besides, we've got 
oars.  If something happens, we can always row back."  The boat had a top 
speed of no more then 10 miles per hour, but it was enough to cause a 
refreshing breeze on Meg's face as they crossed the open lake.  It was yet 
another hot and humid day over Golden Lake.

Soon, they reached their destination on the far shore.  It was a mass of old 
stumps protruding above the water in a protected inlet.  Bill used to take 
them here all the time for great bass fishing.  Hopefully, they'd have some 
luck.

*****

Meg kicked back in her perch at the stern of the little boat as she sipped 
from a large thermos of iced tea.  It was a great day on the water - the 
lake was calm and serene, and essentially deserted.  They had the whole 
place to themselves.  She watched Justin cast his lure into the lake yet 
again.  He wasn't catching anything, but at least he was having fun. She 
sighed as she watched him lovingly.  Where had all the years gone?  It 
seemed like only yesterday that she was breastfeeding him, struggling to 
raise a child on what had been at that time Bill's meager income.  She 
reminisced back to his first day of kindergarten.   How he had cried!  He 
had been such a shy boy, and those first few years of school had been a 
struggle.  But he had grown up to be a well-adjusted boy and a model 
student.  Grown up.  The words reverberated in Meg's mind.  Wasn't that the 
truth?  An image of her son lying on his bed, wantonly masturbating, 
intruded into her reverie.  His little fist wrapped around his twitching 
penis...his eyelids screwed shut, mouth agape, legs flexed and trembling...

Justin reeled in his lure and cast again.  Meg tried to clear her mind. "No 
luck huh?"

"No," replied Justin, as the lure plunked into the water next to a big 
stump.  "They don't seem to be biting today."

"Tough luck kiddo."  I guess the fish aren't hungry.  She reached behind her 
and grabbed the thermos.  "Want some iced tea?"

"Yeah, I'm awfully thirsty." Justin gratefully took several large swigs from 
the thermos, and then continued fishing.  They sat in the boat for another 
hour, but the fish weren't cooperating.  Finally, Meg announced that it was 
time to head back to the cabin.  She noted gratefully that Justin seemed 
disappointed.  He was enjoying himself despite the fact that the fish 
weren't biting.

As Justin stowed his fishing gear under the seat, Meg pulled on the starter 
cord a few times, but the engine refused to turn over.  "Shoot," she 
muttered under her breath.  She continued to crank at the derelict motor, 
but it simply wouldn't start.  She sat down heavily, muttering to herself in 
her frustration.

"Want me to try Mom?"

"Well, be my guest, but I don't think you'll have any better luck.  I think 
this old beater finally decided to quit."  Meg and Justin carefully changed 
places as the little boat rocked alarmingly from side to side in the water.  
Meg got in the middle seat of the boat, next to the oarlocks, while Justin 
took the stern seat next to the outboard motor.  He pulled at the cord again 
and again, until little droplets of sweat beaded on his forehead, but he had 
no better luck than his mother.

"Well kiddo, I guess we have to row back.  It's only about a mile," she 
added ruefully.

And so Meg set the oars into their locks with a metallic clang and began 
rowing home.  She was thankful that the sun wasn't out, but it was still a 
hot and sultry day.  Soon, sweat was pouring down her flushed cheeks and 
neck, and her tee shirt was beginning to stick to her chest.

They had been rowing for about a half hour and were making good progress, 
but they were still far out in the middle of the lake.  Meg brought the boat 
to a halt.  She was winded, and thirsty, and dripping with sweat.  "Justin, 
hand me that iced tea okay?"  She accepted the proffered jug and took a long 
swig.  "Want some?"

Justin shook his head.  "No, I'd better not."

"Why not?  It's hot and you'll get dehydrated if you don't drink."

"No. I...I have to pee," he replied shyly.  "I don't think I should have any 
more to drink."

Meg noticed that Justin was hunched over in his seat, and he was rocking 
back and forth gently.  "Oh.  I understand.  I guess I have to go too."  She 
glanced over her shoulder and made a quick mental calculation.  "We should 
be back in about an hour.  Do you think you can hold it that long?"

Justin gritted his teeth.  "I'll try Mom."

"Okay...I'll row as fast as I can."

After another 15 minutes, Meg was beginning to sympathize with Justin.  Her 
own bladder felt like it was about to burst from the pressure.  Her son had 
his fists balled in his lap.  She panted, trying to catch her breath.  The 
sweat was pouring down her forward, stinging her eyes.  Her tee shirt clung 
to every curve, and was darkened from the moisture of her perspiration.  
"I'm sorry honey - I'm going as fast as I can."  She saw the look of 
desperation in his eyes.  "You really need to go don't you?"

Justin nodded vigorously.  "I don't think I can hold it anymore Mom.  Maybe 
I could just jump in the lake for a sec and go there."   The boy stood up 
unsteadily, as the boat rocked.

"Justin, stop it!  You'll tip the boat over!  And anyway, you'll never be 
able to get back in if you go in the water."

"Well if I don't pee soon, I'm gonna explode."

Meg sighed.  "I'm sorry Justin.  I have to go too.  But you'll capsize us if 
you go that way."  Justin frowned and pressed his fists into his lap.

"Tell you what.  Just pee over the side into the water.  That's the only 
way."

"Oh no!  I'm not peeing in front of a girl."

"I'm not a girl - I'm your Mother.  It's okay honey."

The boy bit his lower lip.  He sat back down and rocked back and forth in 
his seat.  Meg was sympathetic - after all, she needed to pee desperately.  
But despite herself, she briefly smirked.  "Oh knock it off Justin.   I'll 
keep my eyes closed."

The boy sighed forcefully.  "Okay, but no peeking!"  He carefully got to his 
feet, and balanced unsteadily, arms extended out at his sides, as the old 
boat rocked to and fro.  He inched as close to the side of the boat as he 
dared, as the boat tipped beneath him dangerously.

"Careful, Justin," Meg warned.  She looked around to make sure there were no 
prying eyes, but the lake was deserted.

"Don't worry.  I'm okay."  The boy hooked his thumbs into the waistband of 
his shorts, then stopped and looked at his mother.  "Okay, close your eyes.  
I'm gonna go now."

Meg complied, and listened as her son grunted softly, willing himself to 
begin peeing.  Finally, she heard the piss stream enter the lake in a brief 
spurt, accompanied by a more forceful grunt from Justin.  There followed a 
second, then a third spurt, and then Meg heard a continuous loud spatter of 
urine gushing into the lake.  Of course, she had heard men (and Justin) 
peeing before.  That was always behind closed doors however.  There was 
something fascinating about the sound of a man...a boy, she reminded 
herself...peeing so close to her.  She marveled at the duration and volume 
of Justin's piss.  'Women sure don't pee like that,' she thought to herself. 
  'How do they hold so much in their bladder?'

Half a minute went by, and there was no letup.  "Wow, you really did have to 
go!" she remarked through closed eyes.

"Yeah.  What a relief!"

Another 15 seconds elapsed, and if anything, the volume of Justin's urine 
stream increased in intensity.  Meg giggled, and the sound of Justin's pee 
was immediately interrupted.  "Don't laugh Mom," Justin scolded.  "I can't 
go when you laugh!"

"Sorry."

Meg listened as Justin grunted.  It seemed he was having some difficulty 
getting the flow going again.  Seemingly an eternity went by.  'Good grief,' 
she thought to herself.  'I guess he can't get started again.'  She nearly 
asked him what was going on, but stopped herself at the last moment.  No 
sense making the boy self-conscious or they'd be there all day.  Still, she 
was curious.  Meg had promised, but she was overwhelmed with curiosity.  
Yes, she had heard men pee hundreds, if not thousands of times, but she had 
never actually watched a man pee.

'Just a quick peek,' she told herself.  'Justin won't know.'

She cautiously opened her right eye.  Justin was still standing unsteadily 
at the stern of the boat, sideways to her. His shorts were pulled down to 
his thighs, and he was holding his penis in his right hand.  His eyes were 
squeezed tightly shut as he concentrated on getting his urine flowing again, 
and his smooth white butt clenched and unclenched as he strained to pee.

Meg's gaze was drawn to her son's exposed penis.  She knew she shouldn't 
look, but she couldn't help herself.  She marveled at how much smaller it 
was now then when she had seen him masturbating.  His penis wasn't as 
developed as a man's, but it certainly was no longer like a child's either.  
Wispy pubic hair was clearly evident at the base, where Justin held it in 
his fingertips.  It jerked slightly in his fingertips as Justin willed 
himself to pee.  Finally, a short spurt of urine shot from the peehole over 
the side of the boat, then another.  At last, a steady arch of golden piss 
was shooting once again into the calm lake water.

Meg watched with fascination as the stream slowly subsided into a few 
intermittent dribbles.  The youth shook his penis rapidly several times, and 
a few drops of urine fell to the floor of the boat at his feet.

"Mom!"  Meg came out of her reverie with a start.  Justin was looking right 
at her - he had caught her peeking.  She felt a warm flush crawl across her 
cheeks as Justin quickly pulled his shorts up.  "You said you wouldn't 
look," the boy admonished.

"I...I know.  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to embarrass you."

The boy carefully eased himself back down on the bench seat.  "But you 
promised!  You saw me...naked!"

"I'm sorry kiddo."  Meg licked her dry lips.  "But I've seen you naked 
hundreds of times before, you know."

Justin considered this for a moment.  "That's different.  I'm older now."

Meg thought about the man-boy's penis and the wispy pubic hair.  'I'll say,' 
she thought to herself.  'Where have the years gone?'

"Besides," Justin continued, "I've never seen *you* naked."

"That's right.  And we're going to keep it that way."

Justin giggled.  "Well I think I should get to see you go pee.  Fair's 
fair."

Despite herself, Meg allowed a brief smile to flicker across her pretty 
face.  "Oh, no you don't.  No way."  But the pressure in her bladder was 
intense.  She squeezed her thighs together.

"C'mon Mom."

"No!" replied Meg with finality.  And to emphasize the point, she resumed 
rowing the boat.  But she desperately had to pee.  It would take at least a 
half hour to get back to shore, and there was no way she could wait that 
long.  She stopped rowing, and the boat drifted to a stop.

"Okay, I'm going to go now. Close your eyes."  Meg watched as Justin's 
eyelids closed.  But they flickered a bit, and a grin spread across his 
face.  Tighter!" she scolded.  "Maybe you should turn around."

"Oh alright."

Meg carefully scooted toward the side of the boat, delicately balancing her 
weight as best she could.  She unzipped her cutoffs, and pulled them and her 
panties down to mid-thigh in one motion.  She carefully squatted over the 
gunwale of the rowboat, alarmed at the rocking motion.  She scooted 
backwards as far as she dared, until she was sure her butt was hanging over 
the edge.  She could feel a cool lake breeze washing over her naked rear.  
It felt weird - but there was something almost erotic about it.  Meg didn't 
know if it was the thought of peeing in front of her son, or in such an 
exposed area, or what.

She desperately had to pee, but the awkwardness of the situation inhibited 
her.  For almost a minute, she strained and grunted softly, but she simply 
couldn't go.  Finally, she had to giggle at the hilarity of the situation.

"What's wrong?" asked Justin.

"Oh, I can't go.  Give me a 'sec."

At last, Meg's aching bladder released, and her pee splashed into the water 
beneath her overhanging butt.  Tears came to her eyes, as a tremendous sense 
of relief washed over her.  But the angle wasn't quite right.  Most of the 
yellow stream was getting into the lake, but she could feel a wetness 
spreading across the underside of her thigh as well.  Unfortunately, the 
awkward position was resulting in some of her urine being directed onto the 
top edge of the side of the boat, and splashing on to her.  She needed to 
spread her legs a little bit more, but the shorts and panties tangled around 
her thighs were preventing that.  She needed to take them completely off.  
She looked at Justin uncertainly.  "Keep your eyes closed hon. This is going 
to take a bit longer."

She carefully pushed her shorts and underwear down her legs until they were 
completely removed.  Then, holding them in her left hand, she carefully 
eased her rear back over the side of the boat, mindful of the to and fro 
rocking of the old boat.  Meg spread her legs wide, and with a gentle grunt, 
her pee stream spurted once, then twice, until finally a steady flow 
splashed into the lake water beneath her.  Tears of relief came to her eyes, 
and she moaned softly with the welcome release of her urine.

She looked up momentarily, to make sure that the lake was still deserted.  
She caught a quick movement from Justin.  He had been peeking!

"Justin!"

"What?"

"Were you watching me?"

But before the boy could respond, Meg felt the flow begin to splash and 
spatter against the boat again.  She quickly scooted backwards a bit more, 
but too far!  The slight list of the boat suddenly transformed into an 
alarming tilt, and Meg felt herself losing her balance.  She yelped as she 
desperately clawed for something to grab onto, but she couldn't reach.  Too 
late, Justin turned around to help his mother, but as he reached for her, 
Meg fell over backwards into the lake.

Meg was submerged only briefly.  Within moments she surfaced at the side of 
the boat and clutched onto it.  She sputtered and looked up to see a 
wide-eyed Justin staring down at her.  He reached for her arm and began to 
try to pull her back into the boat.

"Wait Justin.  That won't work.  Just give me a minute to catch my breath."

She hung to the side of the boat, as Justin looked down at her with a 
concerned expression on his face.  But soon, a smile played at the corner of 
his mouth as he watched his soaking wet mother bobbing up and down.  Then, 
he snickered.  "Sorry Mom," he said apologetically.  "But it *is* pretty 
funny."

"Hah, hah, very funny," replied Meg sternly.  But she too was smiling at the 
hilarity of the situation.  Beneath the water, she reached down to pull her 
shorts and panties back into place...but they were gone.  Then she 
remembered - she had been holding them in her hand when she fell.  She 
swiveled her head frantically around as she tread water, but they were 
nowhere in sight.

"Damn it!"

"What Mom?"

"I...I lost my shorts.  And underwear."

Justin's eyes widened into saucers.  "You did?  How?"

"Never MIND how!"

"I...I'm sorry.  Just asking," he said with a hurt tone of voice.

"I know sweetie.  I'm sorry.  I just need you to help me find them, that's 
all."  The thought of rowing back to shore naked didn't appeal to her.

Justin scanned the water from his vantage point in the boat.  After a minute 
or so, he pointed toward the water off the stern of the boat.  "There's your 
underwear, I think."  Meg followed his pointing finger, and spied the pink, 
waterlogged panties drifting about 15 feet to her left.  She quickly 
dog-paddled over to retrieve them, and, treading water, she quickly slid 
them up her legs.

"Do you see my shorts anywhere?"  Justin shook his head.

"It doesn't make sense.  They should float shouldn't they?"  Meg frowned.  
"Okay, I guess I'm going to have to live with just underwear 'til we get 
back."

"Want me to help you up?"

"Give me a 'sec.  I need to rest."  Actually, Meg wanted the time not to 
catch her breath.  She needed to complete emptying her bladder.  'Might as 
well do it while I'm in the water,' she thought.  She felt the last few 
spurts of warm water bathing her crotch and upper thighs, until finally her 
bladder was empty.

"Okay, help me up now.  Carefully!"

It was no small task clambering back in the boat, but with Justin's help, 
Meg finally tumbled in, winded from the exertion.  She sprawled across the 
bottom of the boat for a moment to catch her breath, and then climbed back 
into her seat in the middle of the boat, facing Justin, who had reclaimed 
his seat at the stern.

Meg chuckled softly as she reached for the oars.  "Quite a little adventure, 
hey kiddo?  Shall we head back now?"

Justin didn't reply.  Meg looked at him, and saw that his eyes were wide and 
glued to her...chest.  She glanced down and saw that her wet tee shirt was 
transparent and welded to her boobs.  The entirety of her breasts, the 
nipples...everything was visible.  Damn it!  A furious red blush splashed 
across her cheeks, and she flashed another quick glance at her son.  He was 
looking lower, still wide-eyed, lips slightly parted.  He was looking 
between her legs.  Meg followed his gaze downward.  Her sopping wet panties 
were much the same as her tee shirt.  The shadow of her dark pubic hair was 
plainly visible.  Mortified, Meg clamped her legs tightly shut, and 
stretched the front of her tee shirt down over her crotch.  'Good lord,' she 
thought.  'First Justin sees me peeing, and now this.  Quite the peep show 
I'm providing.'

She opened her mouth to say something, but what could she say?  She could 
hardly make him close his eyes the whole trip.  She began rowing, determined 
to ignore the situation, until finally they reached home.  Only when they 
beached the boat did they find her cutoffs tangled around the propeller of 
the outboard motor.

*****

Blake was nervous.  Four days had passed since he and Justin had jacked off 
together, and the boy hadn't been over to visit.  He didn't know how the 
youth would react to what they had done, but his absence was a bad sign.  
Was he scared...embarrassed?  Worse, had he told his mother?  This wasn't 
good.  He considered walking over to visit them, but thought better of it.  
He decided to do some web surfing to take his mind off Justin, and had just 
turned the computer on when he heard a soft knock at the door.

Blake peered through the peephole and sighed with relief.  It was Justin.  
"Hi!  Come on in," he greeted the boy as he opened to door wide.  He noticed 
the laptop tucked under the boy's arm.  "Did you want to play with your 
computer, or do you...want to do something else?"

The boy looked down at his feet.  "Well..."

"Would you like to see more movies on my computer?"

To Blake's joy, Justin looked up and nodded excitedly.  "Good."  He put his 
arm around the boy's shoulder and escorted him toward the den.  "Let's 
see...what should we watch?  What did you see last time again?"

"Um...there were a couple with...blowjobs, and..." his voice was nearly 
inaudible.  "There was one with a man licking another man."

"Did you like that one?  Which ones did you like best?"

Justin shrugged.  "I dunno.  They were ALL great!"

Blake laughed.  "I like 'em all too."  He pulled his computer chair away 
from the desk and sat down.  "Let's see what I can find here."  With a few 
mouse-clicks he opened the proper directory and scanned the file names.  
Justin stood next to the chair, eager to watch more movie clips.

Blake pondered awhile, finally deciding to elevate their game a bit.  "Ah, 
here's a good one," he said finally.  It's two young boys sucking each 
other.  Long too, a couple of minutes I think."  He opened the file and the 
clip flashed on the screen.  A fifteen-year-old boy was kneeling in front of 
a younger boy of about Justin's age, sucking his stiff dick, while the older 
boy jacked off.  The younger boy's eyes were glazed with lust, as he thrust 
his boy-cock into the sucking mouth.

"Oh that's a good one!" said Justin excitedly.  "Run it again okay Blake?"

As the clip ran the second time, Blake focused on Justin's reaction.  The 
boy's eyes were glued to the screen, and his breath was quickening with 
excitement.  Blake could clearly see a bulge growing in the boy's shorts.

Blake called up another clip.  This one showed two lesbians lying on a bed, 
and featured a close-up of a young blond licking an older woman's swollen 
pussy.  The blonde's tongue darted against the woman's erect clitoris.

"Oooh," purred Blake.  "I like watching lesbians.  And that girl's an expert 
at licking pussy.  See Justin?  See how she's licking her clit?"

Justin nodded absently, but then cocked his eyebrow questioningly.  "What's 
a clit Blake?"

Blake pointed to the monitor.  "It's that thing that's sticking out at the 
top of her pussy lips.  Women like to have it touched and licked...that's 
what makes them come."  Justin nodded with understanding, and Blake noticed 
that the boy's hand was drifting to his groin.

The camera zoomed out to a perspective just behind the prone blond.  Her 
thonged ass was pointed invitingly toward the camera as she sucked off the 
other woman.  The narrow string of fabric only partially covered her 
puckered asshole.

"That's a sexy thong," observed Blake.  The movie ended, and Blake 
double-clicked his mouse, bringing up a rather tame movie of a woman 
masturbating on a sofa.  She reminded him of Meg - they were about the same 
age.  The man and the boy watched in silence, each of them massaging the 
bulges in their groins.  Blake's excitement was overwhelming.  He knew this 
would lead to another jack-off session, but he wanted more.  He hadn't 
figured out how to bring it to the next level - he desperately wanted to 
touch Justin's cock, or better yet, suck it.  He licked his lips at the 
prospect.

He knew, though, that he had to be patient.  One wrong move could scare the 
boy off, or worse, send him running to his mother.  No, better ease into it. 
  After all, he had the rest of the summer to work on getting his mouth 
around Justin's cute little prick.  He smiled to himself.  And on Meg's 
juicy cunt.  He squeezed his prick, relishing the thought.

Justin was watching with fascination as the woman in the clip frigged her 
pussy to a wet, juicy froth.  Her head was thrown back deep into the 
cushions of the sofa as her hips writhed sensuously to the caresses of her 
own hand.

To Blake, the resemblance to Meg was striking.  He cleared his throat.  "So 
Justin...has your mother worn her thong again?"

The boy started at the sound of Blake's voice, his eyes jerking away from 
the image of the masturbating woman.  At the same time, his gaze diverted to 
Blake's crotch, taking in the sight of the older man massaging the huge 
bulge.  He shook his head slowly.  "No, but..."  He paused, and a look of 
indecision came over him.

"But what?"

The boy's big brown eyes flickered upward, caught Blake's gaze briefly, then 
looked away.  "I don't know if I should say..."

Blake's ears perked up.  What was the boy hiding?  This sounded interesting. 
  He patted Justin on the arm soothingly.  "You can tell me Justin...you can 
tell me *anything*.  You trust me don't you?"

Justin nodded almost imperceptibly, gave a deep sigh, and a rush of words 
came from his mouth.  "Well...we were out on the boat, and the motor died.  
And...and we had to pee, and she fell in...and she was all wet...and I saw 
her...her...like she was almost naked...and...".

Blake smiled.  "Whoa...slow down."  This sounded good, and his cock twitched 
inside his shorts.  "Why don't you tell me from the beginning?"

Justin gulped, and then began to relate the story.  About how he and his 
mother had peed in front of each other.  How she had fallen into the lake.  
About her wet tee shirt, and the panties glued to her pussy.  The boat ride 
home, with Meg's charms half-exposed to the ogle-eyed Justin.  It was the 
most erotic thing Blake had ever heard, and Justin was obviously aroused by 
the memory.  His hand rubbed against his erection at a faster and faster 
pace as he told the story, mesmerized by the memory of his mother's 
exhibitionism.

"Wow.  You're very lucky Justin.  Had you ever seen a girl pee before?"

Justin shook his head.  "Uh, uh.  It was weird.  I kind of wanted to see it 
better, but I couldn't."  His cheeks flushed red.  "I mean...I guess I 
shouldn't have looked at her."

"Don't be embarrassed.  Why shouldn't you have looked?"

"Well, because it's my Mom!"

"That's okay.  It's still a girl.  Lots of boys like to look at girls 
peeing.  I do too."

"You do?"

"Sure.  I'd give anything to see your mother pee."  Blake licked his lips. 
"So you could see her pussy pretty well through the panties huh?"

"Yup...they were almost see-through.  She kept telling me not to look, 
because she was embarrassed.  But I kept peeking."

Blake laughed.  "I would have too."  Out of the corner of his eye, he 
noticed the video clip of the Meg look-a-like still running, and suddenly, 
an idea leapt into his brain with vivid clarity.  Of course!

He pointed to the monitor screen.  "You know, this woman kind of reminds me 
of your Mom."

Justin swiveled his head to watch, then nodded.  "Yeah, kind of," he agreed. 
  "Except her...her pussy is hairier than Mom's."

"You know Justin...there's a way you can see your Mom doing what *she's* 
doing."

Justin's eyes grew as wide as saucers.  "There is?"

"Yup...I can show you if you want."

"How?"

"Well, right after your Mom goes to bed tonight, call me on the telephone, 
then meet me outside your cabin."

*****

"I'm not sure if I should be doing this," Justin whispered.

"Don't be shy.  You said you liked looking at her on the lake right?  And 
you're curious about seeing more."  Blake could just make out Justin nodding 
in the moonlight.

"Well, then c'mon."

They crept slowly up to the side of the cottage, next to Meg's window.  
"Okay," Blake whispered.  "Be very, very quiet.  Look under the curtains."  
He watched as the boy complied, his face glowing in the light filtering 
softly out of the room within.

"Do you see anything?"

"She's reading I think."  The boy shifted his head lower to get a better 
angle around the edge of the curtain.

"What's she wearing?"

"Um...a tee-shirt and her under...oh wow."

Blake heard a sharp intake of breath.  "What?"

"She's rubbing her titty through the shirt."  Justin's soft voice was 
quavering with excitement.

Blake edged next to Justin and peered over the boy's head through the narrow 
gap between the curtain and the window frame.  Sure enough, Meg was in what 
was becoming to Blake a familiar position, lying on her back on the bed, her 
dark brown hair spilling across the pillow.  She was holding her book in her 
left hand, and massaging her tit through the tee shirt with the other hand.  
Blake could see the distinct bumps formed by her erect nipples, poking 
against the tight fabric.

But that didn't last long. As they watched, Meg tugged on the shirt, sliding 
it up and over her tits, exposing them to his (and Justin's) leering stare.  
She began to pluck softly at one of the erect, brown nipples.  Blake knew 
the routine well by now.  He had no doubt that caressing her breasts would 
soon cause her to begin fingering herself.  This time though, he was sharing 
the magnificent sight with her horny little son.  Justin emitted a tiny 
squeak of excitement, as he gazed with rapt attention at his mother's 
lolling, heaving breasts.

Blake and Justin were standing side by side, squeezed next to each other as 
they peeked through the window.  Blake could hear the boy's quickening 
breath as the excitement of watching his mother took hold of him.  And 
despite the fact that Blake had seen this sight before, his cock began to 
twitch and stir beneath his shorts.  He and Justin watched as Meg placed her 
book down on the bed next to her, and she began to slide and caress the 
fingers of both hands over her tits, and then gradually lower, teasing 
herself as she caressed and tickled the sensitive skin of her tummy.

Blake's cock pulsated in his groin - it was bent uncomfortably inside his 
shorts, and he reached down to adjust it, letting it poke out the bottom of 
his shorts.  He began to stroke it idly.  "Your mom is so fucking sexy," he 
whispered.  "It's making me hard watching her."

In the dim light that filtered through the curtain, Blake could see Justin 
angle his head downward briefly, and he watched the older man's hand caress 
his prick.  But his attention was soon diverted back to the window.

"Are you getting a hardon?" Blake asked coyly.  Justin nodded in reply.  
"Then you should take your dick out like me and play with yourself.  Make it 
feel good just like she's doing."  Justin hesitantly began to pull the front 
of his shorts down and over his erection.

"Let me help you," said Blake hoarsely.  Briefly releasing his own erect 
cock, he knelt in the soft grass next to Justin and carefully pulled the 
boy's shorts and underwear down, pulling them outward as he did so to 
release the boy's erection.  Once it was clear of the waistband, Blake 
pulled the garments down the boy's smooth thighs, allowing them to stop just 
above the knees.  He stared fixedly at Justin's 5-inch erection, faintly 
visible in the dim light.  His own cock pulsated in his fist.  "Go ahead," 
Blake urged.  "Play with yourself."

Blake remained in his kneeling position as Justin began to slowly slide his 
little fist along his erect, hairless shaft.  The boy turned to peer into 
the window again.  Blake watched with glazed eyes as the boy pulled his thin 
shaft.

Justin inhaled sharply.  "What is it?" asked Blake.

"She's pushing her underwear down," Justin replied in an excited whisper.  I 
can see her hair."  Excited at what he was seeing, the boy began to stroke 
his thin shaft at a much faster pace.  Blake's face was only inches away 
from the little cock. His excitement grew and he began to jack himself off.  
He could easily have come, but he didn't want to - not yet.  He focused on 
the boy's cock rather than his own  - he could hear the soft whisking sound 
of the boy's hand sliding along his prick.  He could discern the faintest 
smell of the boy's sweaty groin, and he desperately wanted to touch the 
little cock, to taste it.  He looked up at the boy's face.  His mouth was 
gaped open slightly, his eyes as wide as saucers.  "Is she playing with 
herself?"  The boy was too dumbstruck too answer, but he nodded vigorously.

Blake was wracked with indecision.  He couldn't stand it anymore.  The urge 
to touch the boy was so strong, but he didn't want to scare him away.  He 
hesitantly reached his hand out and placed it softly on Justin's smooth, 
hairless thigh.  The boy gasped, and jerked his leg slightly away from the 
older man's touch.

"Shh," he whispered soothingly.  "It's okay.  Let yourself feel good."  He 
let his strong hand rest on the front of Justin's thigh, just below the 
smooth tight balls.  "What is she doing now?"

Justin's meek voice was shaking with lust and excitement.  "She...she's 
rubbing her...her pussy."

"Mmm...I'll bet she's making herself feel good...just like we're doing."

Blake turned his body until he was kneeling directly in front of Justin.  
The boy was uncertain, nervous...he stopped jacking off, but his thin shaft 
remained erect, poking skyward, only inches in front of Blake's face.  Blake 
cautiously, patiently, slid both strong hands up the boy's slim thighs.  
"Just relax Justin," he said soothingly.  "Keep watching your mom, and let 
me make you feel good, okay?"  His fingertips were now brushing the boy's 
smooth, hairless balls.  Justin jerked his hips at the sensation.

"What's your mum doing?"

Justin's voice was breathless and shaking.  "She's...turned on her stomach.  
And...and she's got her hands under her...I can't see...her bum's bouncing 
up and down."

'Hmmm, this is a new twist.' Blake thought.  'Sounds like Meg's found 
herself a new position.'  His fingertips were now brushing at the base of 
Justin's erect shaft.  He could barely feel the few soft, wispy pubic hairs 
there.  The boy stood rigid, reveling in the sensation.

"Do you like looking at her bum?"  Blake danced the fingers of his right 
hand along the side of Justin's slim, hard cock.  The boy's hips twitched at 
the man's touch.  Blake encircled the prick with thumb and index finger, and 
slowly rubbed them along the hard shaft.

"Ohh," Justin whimpered.

Encouraged by the boy's response, he leaned his head forward, and touched 
the tip of his tongue to Justin's salty cockhead.  Justin inhaled sharply, 
and his prick jerked violently at the touch.  Blake licked the boy's 
pisshole gently, while he continued to jack him off with his encircling 
fingers.  He placed his other hand on Justin's smooth asscheeks, and gently, 
but firmly pulled the boy toward him.

Blake would forever remember that first taste of Justin's sweet little 
virgin cock.  So young and smooth...and sensitive.  It twitched inside 
Blake's sucking mouth, the cockhead rubbing against the back of Blake's 
throat.  The boy was moaning, reveling in the sensation of his first ever 
blowjob, and he bucked his hips slowly to and fro, fucking the older man's 
tight lips.

Blake began to jack himself off, and wedged the fingers of his other hand in 
the crack of Justin's ass, caressing and massaging him there.  The boy's 
tight asscheeks flexed, trapping the fingers in the sensitive crevice.  
Blake's index finger probed the tight little asshole, and he contemplated 
inserting it in the boy's virgin butt.  But suddenly, Justin moaned, and his 
ass bucked furiously as he fucked Blake's mouth.  Blake felt the boy's cock 
pulsating against his tongue, and then, with a soft gasp, Justin came.

The boy's sweet cum shot in hot, molten jets into Blake's throat.  The man 
nearly gagged, but he hung on, sucking furiously at Justin's engorged cock.  
It spurted again and again inside his mouth, and he swallowed the sperm 
hungrily, pulling the boy as deeply inside as he could.  He furiously jacked 
himself off, until he too, was coming.  A massive tremble shook his body, 
and his thick sperm shot out in spurt after spurt on the ground at Justin's 
feet.

*****

Blake squinted through the eyepiece of his Nikon, which was perched on a 
tripod on the railing of his cabin.  He scanned the beach in front of Meg's 
cottage, twisting the lens until the beach was in sharp focus.  He saw 
Justin through the powerful zoom lens first, clad only in his tight little 
red swim trunks and building an impressively large sand castle at the 
water's edge.  He nudged the camera with his fingertip, up the beach, and 
was immediately rewarded with the sight of Meg sprawled face down on her 
beach towel, basking in the already hot rays of the late morning sunshine.  
He was momentarily disappointed to see that she was lying in profile to him 
- he had been hoping for a shot of her gorgeous, rounded ass.  Ah well, he 
could be patient.

He took a sip from his cold beer, thankful for the shade of the overhanging 
porch roof.  Not for the first time, he mourned the fact that he would no 
longer be able to ogle her spectacular tits as she lay topless.  No, not 
with Justin around.  But you couldn't have everything.  Watching her 
masturbate through her bedroom window, jacking off together with Justin, and 
especially sucking the boy's tasty little cock, had more than made up for 
it.  He licked his lips as he relished the memory.  This was already a 
summer to remember.

He thought back to Justin's description of his and Meg's boat trip out on 
the lake, and he felt his cock twitch with arousal.  The thought of that 
babe and her son watching each other piss was so fucking erotic!  And Justin 
was obviously aroused by what he had seen.  And the thong!  He was amazed at 
her boldness - she apparently had no qualms about parading around in front 
of Justin half-nude.  He allowed himself to briefly fantasize about wicked 
mom and horny son falling into a perverted sexual relationship, then 
chuckled at his own folly.  That shit only happens in porno stories, he told 
himself.

He squinted through the eyepiece again, and his eyebrows arched with 
interest.  Meg had adjusted her towel to follow the sun's movement across 
the sky, and was now lying diagonally to him, still on her stomach, and 
facing slightly away from him.  He gazed upon the sculptured beauty of the 
rounded globes of her ass.  Shit, that bathing suit was skimpy!  In fact, 
from this angle, it appeared that she was completely naked.  The gentle 
flare of her hips hid the waistband of the suit, and the narrow string of 
the thong was completely buried between her ass cheeks.  He simply *had* to 
go over there and sunbathe with her again.  He zoomed in as far as the lens 
would allow, until her prone body completely filled the viewfinder.  He 
snapped off a half-dozen photographs at varying shutter speeds and lens 
apertures.  He wanted to be sure at least one of the photos was a keeper.

Man, she was hot!  His unblinking eyes traveled up and down her body, 
beginning with her slim ankles, up her rounded calves, up the tanned shapely 
thighs, pausing at her round ass.  He noted that her cheeks were much paler 
than the rest of her body, compliments of the new, more revealing suit.  He 
knew a good ass when he saw one, and this one was damn good.  A bit wider 
and fuller than most men liked, but he liked larger butts.

Her whole body was covered with a shiny layer of perspiration and suntan 
oil, and Blake licked his lips with his wet tongue.  How could Justin resist 
this?   He eased the camera back to where the boy had been crouching in the 
sand, and chuckled.  Well, it turned out that Justin *couldn't* resist.  He 
was half-heartedly building his sand castle, true, but Blake could clearly 
see that Justin's eyes were trained elsewhere, watching his mother sunbathe. 
  Blake imagined Justin's erection growing, as he gazed with lust at his 
sexy mom.  But he couldn't tell with certainty if Justin really did have a 
hardon.  He was facing away from him, and besides, that amount of detail was 
probably beyond the capability of the zoom lens.

Blake swiveled the camera on its tripod mount back at Meg.  He continued his 
lusty gaze, starting this time at her ass, then roaming up her tanned, 
muscular back...wait a minute!  He rubbed his eyes and tweaked the focus.  
"Holy shit," he muttered out loud.  "Is she topless?"  There definitely 
wasn't a bra strap interrupting the sleek lines of her back.  He squinted 
into the viewfinder.  Yes, she had loosened her straps - he could just 
barely make them out lying on the towel next to her, and he could see the 
creamy, smooth sides of her unadorned tits as they pressed into her beach 
blanket. Blake shook his head in amazement.  He couldn't believe she was 
doing this in front of her horny son.  She apparently was clueless about the 
hormones that rage through the bodies of thirteen-year old boys!

His view was briefly obscured, and then the tanned thin form of Justin 
filled the viewfinder.  He had obviously tired of his sand castle 
construction, and Blake watched as he sat next to his mother, his gangly 
legs stretched out in front of him.  Now *this* was getting interesting.

*****

Meg put her book aside and stretched her lithe body facedown along the 
towel, soaking up the warm rays.  She wished she could lie topless, but 
Justin's presence obviously made that impossible.  Maybe, though, she could 
at least loosen the bra straps?  She *hated* tan lines.

She glanced over her shoulder at Justin building his sand castle at the 
water's edge.  She noted gratefully that he didn't seem to be paying too 
much attention to her nearly nude butt...maybe she had been silly to be 
worried about it.  She untied the bra straps, let them fall to her side, and 
buried her face in the luxurious softness of the beach towel.

She was so relaxed, drifting lazily away in the warm sunshine, and more than 
a little horny.  She fantasized about what she had read in the last chapter 
of her novel.  She imagined herself as the heroine of the story, being taken 
by the Latin stud.  Unconsciously, she pushed her hips into the towel 
beneath her, stimulating herself.

Through her semi-sleep state, she gradually became aware of a ticklish 
sensation on her calf.  Thinking a fly had landed on her, she flicked her 
leg absent-mindedly in her dream-like state.  But she felt it again, this 
time higher up her leg, behind her knee.  This time, she lifted her head and 
looked behind her, squinting into the dazzling sunlight.  It was Justin.  He 
was kneeling next to her, grasping a large blade of grass in his little 
fingers, and sliding it along her bare leg.

"Watcha doin' you little stinker?"

Justin began to giggle.  "Oh nothin'," he said innocently.  "Ticklish?"

"You *know* I am...you used to tickle me all the time."

"I remember."  Justin tossed aside the blade of grass and fluttered his 
fingers along her hip, up toward her waist.

Meg jerked away spasmodically and giggled.  "Now you stop that!" she 
reproached him playfully.  She was vaguely aware of the fact that she was 
wearing a skimpy thong, and of how close his hands were to her naked butt 
cheeks.

"NO!" laughed Justin, at the same time playful and defiant.  And he more 
insistently fluttered his fingers along the small of her waist.  Meg yelped 
and scooted her hips sideways, giggling and laughing.   Almost too late, she 
remembered she had loosed her bra straps.  She clutched the bathing suit top 
to her loosely hanging breasts.

Justin was half-laying on top of her now, pinning her down on her towel.  
His insistent fingers were fluttering along her sides, and in her armpits, 
as she laughed hysterically.  "No...NO..." she plead with Justin to stop, 
but she was out of breath with laughter, and she writhed her body to and 
fro, trying to escape the tickling fingers.

Justin hooted with laughter, and his mother squirmed as he tickled her 
mercilessly, laughing and gasping for breath.  Justin climbed on top of her, 
pinning her down.  He weighed much less than she did, and Meg could have 
flipped him off if she had really wanted, but she was enjoying the fun and 
bonding with her adolescent son.

But through her and Justin's giggles, she was becoming keenly aware of a new 
sensation.  Justin was stretched out on top of her, pressing almost the full 
weight of his nearly nude body into her sticky, perspiring skin.  His crotch 
was pressed against her naked buttocks, and she could feel the satiny fabric 
of his swim trunks, still wet from the lake, against her bare skin.

This didn't seem right.  "Stop...Stop it Justin!"

But her son was insistent as he pushed down against her.  He was fully 
sprawled along her back, and his legs were pinning hers to the beach towel.  
Meg could only buck half-heartedly.  She was out of breath, and suddenly 
didn't seem to have the strength to push him off of her.  He was still 
tickling her lightly along her sides, but it was almost more of a 
caress...his hands moved up to the sides of her breasts, touching her...

She bucked her hips off of the towel, trying to push him away, but he 
pressed back against her.  She could feel something...something not 
right...pushing against her buttocks.  It was a firmness, a hard...Oh God...

A tingle coursed through her groin as Justin humped rapidly against her.  
But this wasn't right!  "STOP IT JUSTIN!" she yelled, and with supreme force 
of will, she bucked her rear end into the air, and Justin fell away to her 
side.  Mother and son's eyes met briefly, and then he clambered to his feet 
and ran toward the cabin.

*****

Blake snapped the last photo on the roll of film, dumbfounded by what he had 
watched and photographed.  He sat back and exhaled loudly, and realized that 
he had been holding his breath for probably two minutes.  His heart was 
pounding violently in his chest.  He had just watched little innocent Justin 
humping his mother, poking his little prick against her round full ass.

He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.  It 
looked as if it had started innocently enough - a little light-hearted fun 
between mother and child - tickling and giggling.  But with Justin it had 
started to turn into something much more.  What, Blake wondered, did Meg 
think of what had happened?  She had let the game go on a long time - had 
she been aroused by it?

Blake peered through the viewfinder.  Meg was hastily tying her swimsuit top 
behind her.  Justin was nowhere to be seen.  He couldn't really tell what 
had happened or, obviously, what was said between them.  All he knew for 
sure was that Justin had made a hasty retreat.  Had Meg scolded him, 
admonished him?  He looked carefully at her.  She was still on her stomach, 
but she seemed generally composed and in control of herself. After a few 
minutes, she sat up, her arms wrapped around her knees, and gazed absently 
out across the water.  Although she almost appeared to be looking directly 
at him, he knew that was an illusion of the zoom lens.

Blake began to settle down after the erotic scene he had just witnessed.  
His pulse had lessened and his breathing had eased.  His cock, though, was 
still stiffly erect beneath his shorts.  He continued to gaze at Meg, but 
the distance between them was increasingly frustrating him.  He wanted to 
see her up close, see her behavior, talk to her.  What he really wanted to 
do was fuck her senseless but he figured that was out of the question.

*****

Meg quickly refastened her swimsuit top, tying it behind her.  She laid on 
her stomach, propped up on her elbows, stunned at what had just happened.  
She was breathing heavily, whether from shock or excitement or what, she 
didn't know.  Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead and stung her eyes.

What had just happened?  She had been dreamily lying in the sun, and then 
Justin was playing a tickling game with her.  But before she knew it he was 
on top of her, pressing his...Was it just a natural extension of the game, 
or something more?  She didn't dare want to think that Justin was sexually 
aroused by her, and was acting out his fantasy.  But she couldn't deny that 
he was sexually aroused.   There was no mistaking the feel of his erection 
through his shorts, poking against her rear end, her crotch.

And where did he learn that from anyway?  His adulthood was approaching at 
great speed, and she seemed so unprepared for it.  Her mind wandered over 
her own physical response to what Justin had done.  She had felt his fingers 
tickling her waist, the side of her breasts.  There was a fine line between 
tickling and sexual touching, and she had a growing feeling of dread that 
Justin had crossed the line, that she had let him do it.  And when he had 
climbed on top of her and pushed himself against her, had she pushed back?  
She desperately wanted to believe that she hadn't, but she knew in the dark 
recesses of her mind that wasn't true.  She had flexed her buttocks and 
pushed back against him.

Even now, she was semi-conscious of a tingling feeling in her groin.  She 
knew from long experience that her vagina was probably slick with the juices 
of arousal.  "Oh God," she sighed, and she hung her head.  What had she 
done?  But even as she mourned her lost control, and Justin's lost 
innocence, and told herself that nothing like that would ever happen again, 
she flexed her thigh muscles together and pushed her twitchy groin into the 
beach towel beneath her.

"Stop it!" she whispered to herself fiercely.  And she rolled over and sat 
up on the towel.

*****

With a determined set in his jaw, Blake stowed his camera equipment, locked 
his front door, and strode briskly down the lane toward Meg's cabin.  He had 
no idea what he was intending to do, but he hoped and prayed that she was 
still on the beach when he got there.  He was uncertain where Justin was, 
but wasn't concerned about that.  He emerged from the thicket demarcating 
the yard from the lakeshore, and soon spotted Meg, still sitting on her 
towel.

He hummed an aimless tune as he approached her.  "Well, Hi Meg!" he said in 
the friendliest voice he could muster.  "I was out for a walk and thought 
I'd stop by," he lied.  "Didn't get an answer when I knocked on your door, 
and thought you might be on the beach."

She smiled half-heartedly, torn between her dark thoughts and the joy at 
seeing her handsome neighbor again.  She squinted into the sunlight, her 
straight white teeth glinting.  "I'm glad you stopped by.  How are you?"

"Doing fine.  Another hot one, huh?"

"Yep.  Everyday it seems."

He crouched in the sand next to her, but not so close as to seem 
threatening. As he did so, he casually let his eyes wander toward her 
crotch.  She remained in her sitting position, her legs pulled up to her 
chin, knees together.  Blake caught a quick flash of her crotch.  The 
general outline of her pussy lips was clearly evident through the thin tight 
fabric.  Blake wasn't certain, but he thought he caught a fleeting image of 
a few dark, wiry pussy hairs peeking enticingly out.  Lower, the triangle of 
material narrowed, and the thin strand of her thong disappeared in the crack 
of her ass.  But the view was fleeting; Meg had either seen him looking, or 
she became self-conscious of her exposed position.  She closed her knees and 
lowered her legs.

*****

It took a superhuman effort for Blake not to ogle Meg as he sat there next 
to her.  Her tanned skin was slick and shiny, and the smell of coconut oil 
and perspiration filled his nostrils.  "So, where's Justin?"  Blake saw a 
flash cross Meg's pretty eyes.  Was it anger?  Fright?

"Um, he's...I think maybe he's up in the cabin.  He was...here a little 
while ago."

"Oh," Blake paused.  "You know, Meg," he said idly, "He sure is a good 
little kid.  I mean, I enjoy having him at the house.  It's fun."

Meg smiled uncertainly.  "I'm...glad you like him.  He talks about you all 
the time it seems."

"Oh?"  Blake hoped he hadn't said that too eagerly.

"Yeah."  He says you have a nice computer and tell him funny stories and 
things."  Blake chuckled, a bit too loudly perhaps.  'If only she knew,' he 
thought.  Apparently Justin was covering up their little games nicely, but 
he didn't like the direction the conversation was taking.

But Meg saved the day.  "I was just about to take a dip," she announced.  
"Care to join me?"

Blake looked ruefully down at his clothes.  "Well, these aren't swim 
trunks."  He was wearing a pair of short faded gray track shorts.  "Plus, I 
don't have a towel."

"Shorts are shorts.  What does it matter?"  Meg teased.  "And you can use my 
towel."  And without waiting for an answer, she jumped gracefully to her 
feet and walked briskly to the water's edge, kicking up little sprays of 
beach sand as she went.  Blake watched admiringly, as her firm ass cheeks 
flexed gracefully underneath her thong.

Soon, both of them were paddling in neck deep water, chatting and laughing 
about nothing in particular, exhilarated by the cool water.  Meg was 
thankful for the company.  Blake took her mind off of Justin and the nasty 
thoughts that lurked there.  Occasionally she glanced toward the cabin as 
she and Blake splashed in the lake.  But she didn't see Justin.  A twinge of 
concern came over her, but Blake diverted her worries.

He seemed like an old friend.  She had always felt an attraction toward him. 
  But years ago, he had seemed aloof and distant.  Now, he seemed friendly, 
pleasant.  But Meg was coming to a growing awareness that it might be 
something a bit more than friendship burning in their rediscovered 
relationship.  She had felt it the other day when he had visited her in this 
very spot, and she felt in now, the flirty glances, the easy laugh, and the 
shared experiences.  That, and Blake's handsome features, the somewhat 
weatherworn, yet still attractive face, the laugh wrinkles around his eyes, 
the strong jaw.  Meg shivered.  "I'm getting a little chilled," she 
stuttered through gently chattering teeth.  "Want to go sit on the beach for 
awhile?"

"Sure."

Meg waded back through the shallows and onto the sandy beach, water 
cascading off her body.  Blake followed, leering at her seductively flexing 
ass cheeks, just as he had a few days before.  Shiny rivulets of water 
streamed down her back and ran into the dark, hidden crevice.

A shudder of equal parts embarrassment and arousal coursed through Meg's 
body as she realized what kind of show she was giving Blake.  And now, as 
she reached for her towel to dry off, she realized that he was probably at 
that very moment ogling her nearly naked ass.

Meg rubbed her face with the terry cloth towel, and turned around to face 
Blake.  "Oh, I guess I promised I would share my towel," she giggled.

"No problem.  I guess I don't really need one.  The sun will dry me 
quickly."  He paused.  "Um, I *would* like to use a little corner of your 
beach towel to sit on though."

His blue eyes were boring into hers.  "Okay...sure," she stammered.  The two 
of them sat down side by side on the towel, and Meg was acutely aware of the 
fact that she wasn't the only one who was half-naked.  Their thighs brushed 
together briefly and lightly as they settled into position.  Meg had her 
hands clenched in a protective ball over her groin, trying to hide the 
shadow of her pubic hair through the thin, wet fabric.  Blake though, leaned 
back on his hands.

They sat side by side in silence, listening to the sound of the waves gently 
lapping around the wooden pilings of the dock.  Meg glanced at Blake out of 
the corner of her eye, smitten by his tall muscular body.  His thin shorts 
were plastered to his groin.  The outline of his penis was plainly evident - 
she could see the size, the shape...her eyes widened.  She could swear she 
saw it twitch.

"You should maybe put some sun tan lotion on Meg."

She started at the sound of his deep voice.  "Mmm hmm.  In a bit."

"You know..." and he turned slightly to look pointedly at her.  "I could 
help you put it on."

Meg smiled shyly.  "Yes...you could..."  Her eyes were drawn once again to 
the wet bulge in his groin - she couldn't help herself!  When she looked up 
again, he was staring at her, a funny little smile playing on his lips.  
Their eyes locked.

"Here, hand me the suntan lotion."

Meg looked away, in a moment of indecision.  She knew where this was 
heading, but seemed powerless to stop it.  She handed him the bottle.

"Back or front?"

In reply, Meg grinned crookedly, and flipped over on her stomach.  Blake 
paused to revel in the sight of this sexy woman, laying so close to him, 
nearly naked.  He focused momentarily on her beautiful ass, fully exposed to 
his delighted gaze...the thong hid nothing.  It was exactly the kind of butt 
he loved.  It was firm...the butt cheeks strong and smoothly curved, pointed 
pertly upward toward him.  He felt his cock stir in his shorts.  Within 
seconds he was fully erect.  He could have mounted her right then and there, 
just like he had seen Justin do, but he knew he had to proceed carefully.

Blake squeezed a dollop of lotion onto his fingertips.  He knelt next to 
Meg, casually readjusting his cock inside his shorts, and then began rubbing 
the lotion on her back and shoulders.

"Mustn't get burned, you know.  This sun is very strong."  Meg didn't 
answer...her face was buried in the towel.

Blake's strong hands smeared the lotion into the clear, supple skin of her 
shoulders.  As he began to draw his hands downward, toward the small of her 
back, a movement from the bushes up near the cabin caught his eye.  He 
squinted, and soon spied Justin standing there, about thirty feet away, 
half-hidden in the dense shrubbery.  Blake smiled at him, and put his finger 
to his lips in warning.  Then he winked and continued massaging the lotion 
into Meg's glowing skin.

"You have a tan line here," and his index finger traced along the line at 
her waist, separating the dark bronze of her back from the lighter tan of 
her ass cheeks.

"Mmm hmm.  I just bought this suit."

"I think I'd better get a little extra lotion here so you don't get burned."

Blake glanced up the beach toward the cabin.  He couldn't see Justin, but he 
knew he was there, watching, and his cock jerked at the thought.  He shifted 
position, straddling Meg's left thigh with his knees, and casually, 
seemingly accidentally, eased her legs further apart as he did so.  He 
squirted some lotion onto each of her magnificent round butt cheeks, placed 
his hands on her ass, and began working the lotion into her soft skin.  The 
crack of her ass opened and closed invitingly as he kneaded her with his 
strong fingers, and he could see the thin yellow string of her thong barely 
covering her asshole.  He desperately wanted to kiss and lick her butt, her 
asshole, but he grit his teeth and suppressed the urge.

But Meg grew suddenly reticent.  She tried to close her legs, but Blake's 
knee prevented it.  She lifted her head from the towel and looked at him 
over her shoulder.  "Blake...I shouldn't..." she said softly, shaking her 
head.

"Meg, I want to make you feel good."

She closed her eyes and buried her face again in the towel, as Blake ran his 
fingertip down the crack of her ass.  But Meg squirmed forward, pulling 
away, and flipped over onto her back.  "No...not here.  What if Justin comes 
down?"

Blake tried a new tactic.  He stretched out on his side next to her. "He 
isn't around...don't worry," he said soothingly.  "He won't see."	 She was 
looking away from him, uncertain.  He didn't wait for a response.  He 
lowered his head to hers, and kissed her softly on the lips.  He pulled back 
to watch her expression, and she opened her eyes...he saw that they were 
bright and shining with passion.  He kissed her again, and tentatively poked 
his tongue against her lips.  To his delight, she opened her mouth to his, 
and he slid his tongue into her warm, inviting mouth.

Meg moaned with desire.  It had been so long since she had a man.  Warmth 
coursed through her entire body as Blake kissed her passionately.  She 
encircled his neck with her arms, and pulled him to her.  They kissed each 
other fiercely, their hot tongues probing each other's mouths.  Blake cupped 
her right breast in his strong hand, and began to softly caress it through 
the thin fabric of her swimsuit.  He pushed his groin into her hip, knowing 
that she could easily feel his erection through his shorts.

"Mmm," Meg sighed.  Her hands wandered over Blake's strong back as they 
kissed each other with heated passion.  She arched her back, pushing her 
chest into Blake's caressing hand.  She could feel his erect penis against 
her, and knew where this was going.  She thought about Justin, but it was a 
fleeting thought.  She wanted - needed - to be taken by this man.  She 
wriggled her hand downward, between their bodies, and touched her fingertips 
to the bulge in his groin.

Blake yanked roughly on Meg's top, pulling it up and exposing her firm, 
round breasts.  They were richly tanned, a bit paler where her swimsuit 
covered them, and the dark brown nipples pointed skyward.  He had seen these 
nipples before, but now he was finally going to have his chance at them, and 
he relished the thought.  He plucked at them lightly with his fingertips as 
he kissed her.  Meg moaned into his mouth.  Encouraged by her reaction, he 
lowered his head to her tits, and began to suckle them gently with his lips 
and tongue.

But a flash of uncertainty came over Meg.  Despite her molten lust, she felt 
self-conscious, nude and about to be taken out in the open.  And where was 
Justin?  "Blake..." she whispered hoarsely.  "Maybe...somewhere else."  But 
at that moment, he took a rubbery nipple into his warm mouth and sucked 
fiercely.  "Ohh God..." she groaned with pleasure, and pushed her heaving 
breast into his eager mouth.

Blake was in heaven, as he suckled Meg's lolling tit until it was shiny with 
saliva, glowing in the bright sunlight.  He had fantasized about this moment 
for weeks now, and to have his fantasy come true was almost more than he 
could bear.  His prick was swollen and aching with desire.  He could feel 
her fingers dancing lightly over the bulge in his shorts, driving him 
mad...he pushed his shorts down his thighs with his free hand, exposing his 
turgid cock, and was instantly rewarded with the sensation of her delicate 
fingers wrapping around it, stroking him slowly.

Meg felt a twinge in her loins at her first direct touch of Blake's powerful 
penis.  She could feel the raw sexual energy of it as it jerked in her 
fingers. She gave it a gentle squeeze, and was rewarded by a deep moan from 
her lover.  The touch of his manhood added to the feel of his mouth working 
over her breasts was delicious, and her body was working toward a fever 
pitch. As if reading her mind, Blake began to slowly dance his strong 
fingers down her belly, then lower toward her groin.  His fingers touched 
the top of her bikini, sliding partly underneath, brushing the top of her 
wiry pubic hair.

She thought she would go insane from the unbearable teasing.  "Oh God Blake! 
  Touch me," she moaned.  Blake smiled as he licked the underside of her 
heaving tit.  At that moment, he knew he had conquered her.  He watched as 
she threw her head back, full lips parted.  He inserted his fingers beneath 
her swimsuit and ran them through her cunt hair.  With agonizing slowness, 
he pushed lower, until the tip of his index finger brushed against her soft 
wet cunt.

"Oh yesss," Meg hissed through clenched teeth.  "Please touch me there!"  
She spread her legs in invitation to his probing fingers.

As he ran his tongue along the salty cleavage between her lolling tits, and 
his hand groped her, a slight movement toward Meg's cottage caught his 
attention.  He looked up discreetly, and there, sitting on the topmost of 
the short flight of wooden steps leading to the beach, was Justin.  The boy 
was staring at them, eyes wide with fascination.  Blake could see that his 
hand was in his crotch, squeezing his hard little prick. Blake smiled 
slightly and winked, but he couldn't tell if Justin saw him.

Blake didn't think he could stand it any longer...the thought of the boy 
watching him take his mother...he wedged his hand further into her bikini, 
and slowly brushed the tip of his finger over her protruding clit.

"Uhh...yess," sighed Meg.  She spread her legs wide, trapping his hand 
beneath the taut bikini.  With some effort, he worked his hand lower, and 
brushed against her pussy lips.  He could feel the heat and slippery wetness 
there, and he rubbed his finger up and down her cunt, smearing her pussy 
juice along the lips, then upward, lubricating her swollen clit.

Meg groaned and involuntarily bucked her hips sharply upward.  She was in 
heaven, being masturbated by this hot, virile man.  His strong fingers 
stroked her with agonizing slowness.  She alternately arched her back, 
thrusting her breasts into his licking mouth, and humped her groin into his 
hand.  The dual sensation of his warm mouth on her nipples along with his 
expert hand at her crotch was indescribable. She moaned softly when she felt 
a new sensation, lower.  Blake's finger was wedged into her vaginal opening, 
swirling around the entrance.

Blake hooked his middle finger, and began to slowly insert it into her 
oozing cunt hole.  At the same time, he brushed his thumb back and forth 
over her clit.  "Oh God YES!" she cried out sharply, as she bucked her hips 
powerfully upward.  Blake knew that he could easily bring her to orgasm, but 
he wanted to make her come by fucking her, if only he could hold out long 
enough.  He stopped fingering her pussy, and slowly pulled his hand out of 
her now soaking wet swimsuit.  Meg whimpered in protest.


He lifted his mouth from her shiny tits and brought his lips next to her 
ear.  "I can do more than touch you Meg," he whispered.  Would you like me 
to fuck you?"

She looked at him with glazed, lust-filled eyes.  "Yesss...do it!"

He kissed her lightly on the forehead, tasting the saltiness of the droplets 
of sweat that had formed there, and then lifted himself to hands and knees.  
He crawled between her spread legs and paused to admire her body, laid out 
before him.  She was lost in a haze of sexual excitement.  Her pretty face 
was flushed, and her dark hair was strewn carelessly on the beach towel 
beneath her head.  Her eyes were tightly closed, and her sensuous lips were 
parted.  She was breathing heavily, making her gorgeous tits rise and fall 
seductively, as they peeked beneath the pushed-up top of her yellow bikini 
top.   Her tanned legs were splayed out invitingly on either side of him, 
and between her legs her tight bikini was pulled tightly over her hot mound. 
  The fabric was darkened from her copious juices, and the indentation 
between her pussy lips was clearly visible.

He grabbed the waistband of the bikini on either side of her hips and 
roughly pulled it down her hips and past her knees.  With an assisting kick 
from Meg, the garment was off, leaving her hot pussy fully exposed to his 
delighted gaze.  Her swollen clit peeked out from between her pussy lips.

Meg opened her eyes, and watched as Blake stared at her exposed womanhood.  
A fleeting moment of uncertainty crossed her mind - she was totally nude and 
exposed on the beach, about to be taken.  Where was Justin?  What if he saw? 
  But before the thought could completely form, Blake lowered himself onto 
her.

Blake took one last look up toward the cabin.  Justin was still sitting on 
the steps, watching them intently.  Oh fuck!  Blake nearly shot his load 
when he noticed that the boy had lowered his shorts, and was pumping his 
erection.  He turned his attention to Meg.  He lowered himself carefully on 
top of her sweaty, heaving body.  He wedged the tip of his cock against her 
sopping pussy, and she humped against him.  He pulled away slightly, and she 
looked up at him imploringly through glazed eyes.

"Would you like me to fuck you Meg?"

"Yes," she panted.  "Please."

He smiled down at her, and swiveled his hips in a circle, brushing his cock 
against his clit.  "Maybe I should just tease you like this?"

"No..." she moaned.  "I need it...Please!"  She heaved against him.

"Need what?"

"For you to fuck me...please..."

He kissed her, probing his tongue against her lips.  Her greedy mouth opened 
for him, and his tongue danced against hers as he once again wedged his 
cockhead against her gaping pussy.

"Oh yes..." she moaned into his mouth.  "Fuck me..."

And with that, Blake pushed slowly but steadily into her tight wet cunt.

"OH GOD!  YES!  OH GOD!"  Meg cried out in ecstasy as Blake's penis pushed 
into her clingy wet cunt.  His hot manhood filled her completely.  He began 
to piston in and out, and she wrapped her legs around his firm buttocks, 
pulling him into her.  Blake thrust against her groin, swiveling his hips in 
a circular motion, stimulating her clitoris with the base of his penis.

"OH GOD YES!" she moaned.  She arched her back and humped against him like a 
savage beast as their sweaty bodies writhed together, his muscular chest 
smashing her lolling breasts flat against her.  Blake kissed the side of her 
neck, tasting the salty sweaty skin, and then nuzzled her ear lobe as he 
thrust back and forth in her vise-like cunt.  Meg groaned loudly and threw 
her head back, offering the side of her neck to his dancing tongue.

The world was an upside-down blur through her half-lidded, glazed eyes...but 
she saw something...something that wasn't right.  She blinked the dripping 
sweat from her eyes, trying to focus as Blake took her with heightened 
urgency.  She opened her eyes wider...Oh God!  Justin!  He was watching 
them!

"Blake...Justin...Justin is watching us."  She turned her head slightly, 
trying to see more clearly.  Yes, it was Justin...and he was... he was 
masturbating - watching them.  Panic consumed her.  This was wrong!  He 
shouldn't be watching them!  She clutched at Blake's shoulders, trying to 
push him away.  "Blake...stop."  But her protest was weak - she didn't have 
the energy or the desire to put an end to the rapidly building lust flowing 
through her body, and Blake ignored her.

"Oh God...OH...No...," she moaned.  "Blake...don't...".

Meg's face was contorted, frozen into a mask of molten lust, and Blake knew 
that she was close to coming.  As she clawed his back with her fingernails, 
he looked up, and stared at Justin, who was feverishly stroking his 
erection.  The excitement of fucking this slut in front of her son was too 
much, and he knew that he was going to come soon.  He picked up the pace of 
his thrusting to an impossibly fast pace, savagely plunging his swollen cock 
into her hot pulsating cunt.  His cock entered her pussy to the hilt, 
allowing him to apply pressure to her swollen clit as he did so.

"UH...UH...UH" Meg grunted each time he thrust into her.  "Oh God...OH 
GOD...YES!  YES!  YES!  FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"  And Meg was coming violently - 
Blake felt her silky hot pussy clenching and unclenching around his hard 
cock.  She bucked her body powerfully against him, as she cried out with 
pleasure.  Blake felt his orgasm hit him in a violent spasm, and he groaned 
loudly as the first powerful spurt of his sperm shot deeply into her 
pulsating cunt.  They humped against each other like savage beasts as they 
came together in a molten frenzy, their climax washing over them.

Gradually, the euphoria of their mutual orgasm subsided, and Blake slowed 
his thrusting, slowly coming to a stop, but leaving his still hard prick 
buried in her sopping wet pussy.  Their sweaty bodies were glued together, 
and Meg held onto him tightly, legs still wrapped around him in a vice-like 
grip.  Her eyes were tightly closed as she struggled to catch her breath.

The emotion of the moment was powerful to Meg.  NEVER had she experienced 
anything like this.  The raw sexual energy of their love-making was 
completely outside her experience, and she gripped Blake tightly, unwilling 
to let go.  Powerful, conflicting emotions filled her mind - the raw passion 
of the moment...the feeling of Blake's powerful body against 
hers...and...and Justin.  Oh God, she couldn't believe that she had let 
herself go with wanton abandon in front of her own son.  She didn't know 
what to think - she was lost in her feelings, and tears welled in her eyes.  
"Oh God, what have I done?" she moaned forlornly.

"Shush," whispered Blake.  Her tears streaked down her cheeks, and he kissed 
them away.  He knew that this was a critical moment, which he had to play 
just right.

"We shouldn't have...not in front of him."

"Don't say that Meg," he replied softly.  "It happened, but there's nothing 
to do about it now."  He pushed a dark strand of hair away from her eyes.  
"This was special for me...let's just enjoy it."

She opened her eyes, shiny and filled with tears.  Blake smiled down at her, 
cooing softly to her.  He ran his fingers along her cheek.  "Okay?"

She nodded hesitantly, and then smiled.  She grasped the back of his head 
and pulled him down to her.  They exchanged a long, passionate kiss, as Meg 
ran her fingers up and down his strong back.  He was still hard inside her, 
and the kiss was getting him excited again.  He began to slowly thrust 
inside her pussy.

Meg broke the kiss, and giggled softly.  "Not...now...Blake."

Blake chuckled softly.  "But another time?"

Meg smiled.  "Absolutely.  Like maybe, tomorrow?"

Blake chuckled.  "Why you little devil!  I would if I could, but I've got to 
go out of town for a few days.  Gotta keep the clients happy.  But I'll be 
back Thursday.  See you then?"

"You can count on it."

*****

Meg curled her feet under her as she sat in the old wicker lounge chair on 
the cabin's porch, watching as the sun began to dip toward the horizon 
across Golden Lake.  The world was deathly quiet as dusk descended.  She 
took a sip from her glass of raspberry iced tea, and brushed a tear from her 
eye.  Justin was inside watching television, still angry with her.

These last several days had been agonizing for her.  It seemed that her 
whole world had been turned upside down. Her relationship with Justin seemed 
changed forever in a way she didn't fully understand.  She felt that she had 
failed miserably at being a mother, unable to deal with her son's race 
toward young adulthood.

She closed her eyes and, for seemingly the hundredth time, mulled over the 
events of the last couple of weeks, culminating in Justin watching her and 
Blake having sex on the beach.  She had been infuriated by that, and had 
grounded Justin for a week because of it.  But now, Meg was questioning why 
she had done it.

She stared morosely out at the calm water on the lake. Was she angry with 
him or angry at herself?  After all, she was the one that had bought the 
thong, stimulating his young hormones.  She had watched him masturbate on 
his bed.  She had watched him peeing that day on the lake.  She had allowed 
herself to be...FUCKED...in full view on the beach.  And she had LET him 
watch...she had...she had ENJOYED it!

Meg rubbed her forehead.  "Oh lord," she whispered softly.  "What is the 
matter with me?"  She felt like such a slut, but she also felt absolutely 
powerless to prevent it.  Justin was probably doing what came normally and 
naturally to a young boy, and she was punishing him for it.  It was SHE who 
should be punished.

She shook her head angrily.  NO!  Why was she being so hard on herself?  She 
was simply enjoying her newfound sexual freedom.  That day on the beach with 
Blake was the most fantastic sexual experience of her life, and she wouldn't 
have given it up for anything.  She should be celebrating her sexuality - 
she simply had to be more careful about keeping it private from her son.

Today was Thursday, which meant Blake must be back at home.  A shiver ran 
through her body as she thought about him.  She closed her eyes, and 
imagined him gripping her in his muscular arms, kissing her...FUCKING her!  
Meg's heart fluttered in her chest.  Perhaps she would give him a call 
tomorrow.

Meg decided to go in and tell Justin he was no longer grounded, to 
apologize.   She picked up her empty glass and walked into the house.  But 
the television had been turned off - Justin had already gone to bed.  She 
frowned.  She'd have to tell him in the morning.

*****

Blake was just finishing brushing his teeth over his bathroom sink when he 
heard the doorbell, faintly discernible above the running water.  "Who the 
fuck..." he wondered out loud.  He rinsed his mouth and strode through the 
living room, wiping his face with a towel as he walked.  He pulled the front 
door open, and there on the stoop stood Justin.

"Well hello there little buddy!  This is a surprise."

"Hi Blake."

"Um, come on in."  Blake glanced at his wristwatch.  "It's...a little late 
for you isn't it sport?"

The boy nodded.  "I guess so.  But I...I wanted to come and see you, but I'm 
grounded.  I had to sneak out."

"Grounded?  Why?"  He followed the boy into the living room.

Justin shrugged.  "Mom's mad at me."

"She's mad at you?  Why?"  He thought he knew the reason.

"Um..." he shrugged.

"Was it because of that day on the beach when you watched us?"  Justin 
nodded, and looked down at the floor.

"Did you like watching?"

"Uh huh."

"You're not...mad or anything are you?  I mean, me being with your mother?"

The boy shook his head.  "Uh uh.  It's okay.  And I really liked to watch."  
He lowered his eyes.  "Can I watch again...I mean if you ever do it again?"

Blake laughed.  "Of course you can buddy.  I thought it was...exciting 
knowing you could see us."

"You did?"

"Sure.  Sometimes it's just as fun knowing someone's watching you as it is 
to watch other people."

Justin looked confused.  He didn't really understand.

"So, what would you like to do?  You could play with my computer...or we 
could watch some more of my movies..."

Justin smiled broadly.  "Movies," he said softly.

The two of them walked hand in hand to the den.  Blake sat down at the 
computer, and Justin began to pull up the spare chair.  "Um, wait a sec' 
Justin.  I've got an idea.  Would you like to sit on my lap?"

After a moment's hesitation, the boy clambered up into Blake's lap, sitting 
across his upper thighs.  Blake luxuriated in the feel of the boy's cute 
little butt wriggling into position.  He sighed as he grabbed the mouse, 
considering which video to call up.

"Remember the clip we saw of anal sex?  The man fucking the woman's ass?  
Did you know that men do that to each other sometimes?"

Justin looked upward, thinking.  "Kind of...I think I've heard of that."

"Well, watch this."  Blake clicked his mouse, and the clip showed a side 
view of a young man in his early 20s on hands and knees, while an older man 
fucked his ass from behind.

"Oh wow," murmured Justin.  He shifted his weight on Blake's thighs, sliding 
backward to get more comfortable.  He was dangerously close to sitting on 
Blake's erection, which was growing impressively inside his sweats.  "Play 
it again."

"Hang on - I've got a better one."  He searched through the directory.  
"That feels really good you know."

"Fucking someone in their rear?"

Blake smiled.  "Well, that too.  But I mean, being fucked in the rear feels 
really good."

"It does?  It doesn't hurt?"  His eyes narrowed.  "How do you know that?"

"Because I've done it."

"You have?  A man has put his dick in your bum?"

"Yup, many times.  I like it.  And it doesn't hurt unless the man has a big 
cock.  Even then, it feels nice."  Justin fell silent, contemplating this 
information.

"Okay here's the next movie.  Now this feels really good.  But I've never 
actually done it."

The clip featured two young men and an older woman.  One man was lying on 
his back on the edge of a table, while the other stood in front of him and 
fucked his ass. Meanwhile, the woman had the recipient's erect prick in her 
mouth.

"This gets me really hot to watch it.  How about you?" Blake asked.

Justin nodded vigorously.

"Tell you what.  I've got about ten of those kind.  Let me queue them up so 
they run continuously.  That's about 20 minutes worth.  Then we can just sit 
back and watch them."

As the clips flashed across the computer monitor, Blake was becoming 
increasingly aware of the warmth of Justin's legs and rear radiating through 
the fabric of his sweatpants.  His cock was erect and throbbing in his 
groin, and he was sure that Justin's was doing much the same.  He knew that 
it was only a matter of time until he got another chance at the boy's cock - 
Justin wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't interesting in continuing their 
sex games.

The movies continued in an endless loop, all of them featuring bi men, and a 
couple of them with young teenage boys.  Blake placed his hand on Justin's 
hip in invitation, and the boy squirmed into a more comfortable position in 
Blake's lap.  He was now sitting on Blake's erection, and the man was sure 
that the boy could easily feel his arousal pressed against him.

"Are you SURE that it doesn't hurt?"

Blake smiled.  "Well, if the cock is big, it does a little bit.  At first 
anyway.  I like it if the cock is a little smaller."

The current clip showed two men lustily fucking.

"Do these movies turn you on Justin?" The boy nodded.

"Me too.  Can you feel how hard I am?"  Blake flexed his cock, pushing it 
against Justin's cute rear.

Justin nodded and giggled.  "Uh-huh."

Blake placed his hands on each of Justin's hips, then tentatively slid them 
around to his crotch.  He could feel the boy's stiff cock through the 
material of his shorts.  "Oh my...you're very hard too."  Justin responded 
by wiggling his butt, stimulating Blake's sensitized cock.  Blake slid his 
hand across Justin's bulge, feeling it jerk at the sensation.

"I just don't know if I'd like that.  It'd hurt I think."

"It might.   But I wonder if you'd like it more to fuck a man in the ass, 
rather than BE fucked?"

"Is it different than fucking a girl?"

"In her ass, or in her pussy?"

"Both."

"Well..."  Blake slid his hands up and down Justin's bare thighs.  "Fucking 
either a man or a woman in the ass feels about the same I guess.  Very 
tight.  It's a little different to fuck a girl in her pussy though."  He 
brought his hands to the waistband of Justin's shorts and began pushing them 
down.  Justin obliged by lifting his butt slightly off Blake's laps, and the 
older man nudged the shorts down the boy's thighs.

Justin leaned back against Blake's chest and closed his eyes, letting the 
older man fondle him.  His cock was steely hard in Blake's hand, and the 
older man formed his thumb and forefinger into a circle and masturbated him. 
  Justin moaned with pleasure, and Blake's cock jerked at the sound.  He 
flexed his erection, pushing it against Justin's butt cheeks.  How he wanted 
to fuck the boy!  But that would be going too far - it was too soon in their 
relationship.  But maybe there was an alternative.

He stopped stroking Justin's prick, and whispered softly in the boy's ear.  
"Would you like to try it?"

Justin's eyes opened.  "Try what Blake?"

"You could fuck me in the ass."

Justin inhaled sharply.  "Would...would you like me to?" he asked in a 
trembling voice.

Blake smiled.  "Yes. Very much."  He gently helped the boy off his lap, and 
they walked to the bedroom.

*****

Blake was lying facedown on his bed, completely nude, rubbing his throbbing 
cock against the pillow that was propped beneath him.  He was trembling with 
excitement, anticipating the feeling of Justin's cock entering him.  His ass 
was suspended in the air, asshole shiny with a thick layer of Vaseline.

He felt the mattress depress between his spread legs as the boy climbed on 
the bed.  "I hope I don't hurt you Blake."  He sounded both excited and 
frightened.

Blake smiled.  "It won't hurt...It'll feel good.  Now put your cock against 
me."

Justin scooted forward and knelt behind him.  Blake could feel him probing 
his asshole with his cockhead, very tentatively poking against him.  "Don't 
be shy Justin," he gasped.  "Press it into me."  He could hear Justin 
breathing heavily, as he repositioned his cockhead and pushed the tip into 
Blake's willing asshole.

"Oh yeah," Blake moaned.  "That's it.  Keep going."  Justin pushed again, 
and gasped as the first two inches of his hard prick entered the older man's 
tight ass.  He pushed harder, and the full length of his five-inch cock 
disappeared into Blake's warm rectum.  "Ohh," Justin moaned loudly, reveling 
in his first ever fuck.

Justin fell onto Blake's broad back, fucking the older man lustily.  "Uh!  
Uh!  Uh!" he grunted loudly with each stroke.  Blake bucked his ass against 
the boy's thrusting cock, delighting in the feel of Justin's rock-hard prick 
snaking deeply into his rectum.  He swirled his hips, sliding his cock 
against the pillow beneath him, knowing the boy was going to make him come.

He coaxed the boy to fuck him harder. "Oh yeah, Justin.  Fuck me!  That's 
it!"
Justin humped the older man feverishly, his cock making a liquid slapping 
sound as it drilled in and out of Blake's clinging asshole.  Blake tried to 
keep pace, in ecstasy over the stimulation.  He ground his own throbbing 
cock into the pillow beneath him, feeling his orgasm rapidly approaching.

Justin was fucking Blake at a furious pace, moaning with lust.  With a final 
deep thrust, he began coming inside Blake.  "Ohhh!" he cried loudly with 
pleasure.  "Uh!  UH!  UH!"  His cock vibrated inside the man's ass, as he 
shot his sperm deeply inside Blake's rectum.  The older man, excited at 
Justin's climax, humped furiously against the pillow, until he too was 
coming in massive waves of erotic pleasure.  The wetness of his sperm spread 
in a pool beneath him, soaking his pubic hair.

As his orgasm subsided, Justin collapsed against Blake's sweaty back, 
gasping for breath, mellowing in the after-glow of his first fuck.  His cock 
began to soften, but he remained wedged in the man's tight asshole, 
unwilling to give up the warm grip.

Blake grinned weakly.  "Mmm, you fucked me good."

"It sure felt nice Blake.  I guess I kind of know what's it's like to fuck a 
girl."

Blake smiled.  "Kind of."

"Sure wish I could do that someday.  Just like you fucking my Mom."

"Oh you will."  And at that moment, a nasty evil thought began to form in 
Blake's mind.

*****

"Another glass of chardonnay Meg?"

Meg was already feeling tipsy, but she nodded and handed him her empty wine 
glass.  She felt safe, and protected, and uninhibited.  Why not go all out?  
She kicked off her sandals, and settled back in Blake's overstuffed couch.  
A warm glow wrapped around her like a blanket.  She demurely pulled the hem 
of her short sundress over her bare thighs, and gave a long satisfied sigh.

This was their first real "date".  Justin was left back at the cabin. Blake 
had cooked a fantastic meal for the two of them, and had entertained her 
over dinner with stories of his job.  She was falling for the man...that was 
clear to her.  But Meg was more than willing to let it happen.  And Justin 
liked him too - a big bonus.

Blake returned from the kitchen with two chilled glasses of wine.  "M'lady," 
he said with mock chivalry as he handed one to Meg.  He chuckled.  "I think 
that's yours, but I'm not sure."

Meg giggled.  "That's okay.  We've already exchanged each other germs."  She 
blushed - she wasn't used to being so forward.

Blake smiled slyly.  "And bodily fluids too."  He took a sip of his wine and 
sat next to Meg, their legs touching.  Meg's heart skipped a beat as Blake's 
bare thigh rubbed against hers.  She glanced down at his hairy, muscular 
legs and took a big gulp of her wine.  "Why Blake, if I didn't know better, 
I'd say you're trying to get me drunk."

He laughed merrily.  "Maybe I am."  It was time to make his move.  He took 
her glass from her and set it down on the sturdy oak coffee table in front 
of them.  He placed his hand on her warm thigh and bent to kiss her lightly 
on her shiny lips. He wondered if Justin was outside the picture window as 
they had agreed.

Meg responded passionately to the kiss.  She opened her mouth, and allowed 
Blake's warm tongue inside.  She sucked on it fiercely, and leaned toward 
him, pressing against his side.

"I want to make you feel good Meg."

She moaned in response.

"Let's go to the bedroom."

Blake got up from the couch, and pulled the slightly tipsy Meg up to join 
him.  They kissed again, briefly.  Blake squeezed her ass cheeks through the 
dress, then they separated.  "You go on ahead Meg.  I'll be right there."

She flashed a sultry smile, and then walked unsteadily down the hallway 
toward Blake's bedroom.  He watched her undulating ass until she entered the 
room at the end of the hall.  He then turned toward the large picture window 
and gave a thumbs-up, assuming Justin was out there, crouching in the 
darkness.  He smiled to himself.  Still, he was nervous, uncertain whether 
his plans would come to fruition.

He strode down the hall after Meg, pulling his shirt out of his shorts as he 
did so.  He entered the bedroom, to find Meg sitting on the edge of the bed, 
looking up at him expectantly with twinkling eyes.  He took a moment to take 
her in.  The flowery light blue dress was riding high up her thighs, showing 
off her tanned legs.  They were spread slightly, and Blake caught just a 
hint of white panties beneath her skirt.  He slowly unbuttoned his shirt as 
he stood in front of her, and watched her eyes as she drank in the view.

To Meg, Blake was an Adonis as he stood there smiling down at her.  He 
pulled off his shirt, exposing his firm pecs and rippling abdominal muscles. 
  He tossed the shirt carelessly on the floor, then unbuttoned his shorts.  
He pushed them slowly down his legs, and Meg watched as his bushy pubic hair 
came into view.  Her eyes widened when she realized he wasn't wearing 
underwear, and before she knew it, his semi-hard penis sprang free, directly 
in front of her.  She caught a quick whiff of his musky scent, and watched 
him grow before her very eyes.

Blake stepped out of his shorts and edged forward.  Meg knew what she wanted 
him to do, and she was more than willing, if a little intimidated.  She took 
him in her fingers, feeling his penis pulsate and grow.  She licked her lips 
and looked up at him.  "I'm not very good at this," she said with a 
trembling voice.

"Hush.  I'm sure you're much better than you think."

Meg stretched out her pink, wet tongue and touched it very delicately to the 
rubbery tip of Blake's penis.  It jerked violently out of her fingers at the 
sensation, and she smiled.  She took a firmer grasp of the shaft, then 
flicked her tongue against it again.  Blake moaned softly.  Encouraged by 
his response, she swirled her tongue around the mushroom head of the now 
steel-hard penis, reveling in the taste.  When it was slick and shiny with 
her spit, she opened her mouth and took the head inside, holding it there, 
feeling the size and texture against her tongue.

Blake bucked forward gently, encouraging her, and she slowly began to piston 
her head back and forth, sucking him lightly as she did so.  He grabbed her 
hair in his hands, holding her tight, and began to slowly, carefully fuck 
her mouth.  Meg could feel him jerk inside of her mouth, and he moaned 
softly in unison with every stroke.

"Oh Meg," he groaned.  "You're good at this...VERY good."

Meg wrapped her long fingers around his shaft and stroked him as she sucked 
the penis.  She was beginning to wonder if she was going to let him come 
inside her mouth.  She had never done it for her ex-husband, but for Blake 
she was more than willing.  She felt she would do *anything* for him.

But just at that moment Blake pulled away, and drew her firmly to her feet. 
He grasped Meg's arms and pulled her roughly toward him.  Their mouths 
locked, as their tongues pushed roughly against each other.  He slid his 
hands down her back, to the hem of her skirt.  He lifted it up, over her 
ass, slid his fingers under the waistband of her panties, and squeezed her 
ass cheeks in his strong hands.  She moaned loudly and ground her crotch 
against him.

Blake briefly trailed the tip of his index finger up the crack of her ass as 
he kissed the nape of her neck.  He couldn't believe how hot this slut was.  
He wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck her senseless.  But it was time 
to execute his plan, and he would have to be careful to do it just right.

He began to unzip the back of the dress.  "I want to make you feel good 
Meg...to make you scream."  He felt a shiver run through her body as he said 
that.

"Yes..." she sighed.

"I want you to lie back and let me make love to you."  He pulled the 
sundress off her shoulders, and stroked her back lightly.  He could feel her 
warm breath against his neck as he nibbled her ear lobe.

"Mmm...yes...do it!"

He pushed the dress down, over her hips, and it fell to the floor in a 
crumpled heap around her ankles.  He ground his bare erection against her 
panties, and felt her push against him in response.  He groaned with 
pleasure - it was going to be hard to wait.  He began working on the clasp 
of her bra, and after a minute or two of tugging, and a girlish giggle from 
Meg, the garment fell free.  Her soft tits were exposed, and she pressed 
them against his muscular chest.  Blake could feel the hard, rubbery nipples 
pushing into his skin.

He broke away from her, and quickly yanked the bedspread off and onto the 
floor.  He patted the cotton sheet invitingly.  "Lay down Meg."  With a sly 
grin, she immediately complied.  Blake watched as she clambered onto the 
bed, nude except for the white panties, and lie down on her back.  He drank 
in her fantastic body, noting the contrast between her golden-tanned skin 
and the ivory sheets.

He winked at her.  "Just a 'sec."  He walked to the closet and pulled four 
pre-arranged neckties off the hanger, along with a dark cloth blindfold he 
had fashioned that afternoon out of an old black tee shirt.  Meg watched as 
he brought them back to the bed, her eyes narrowed into a puzzled frown.

"Um...what are those for?"

"You'll see," he said with a smile.

He put the blindfold on the nightstand and climbed on the bed, kneeling next 
to Meg's prone form.  He tenderly took her left arm and quickly tied a loop 
around her wrist, then gently raised her arm behind her and over her head.  
Her eyes widened with understanding.

"Blake...Blake, what are you doing?"  Her voice was louder, trembling with a 
hint of fear.

Before she knew it, Blake had firmly secured the other end of the tie to the 
headboard.  He bent his face down, and kissed her tenderly on the cheek.  
"Shhh...it's okay."

He grabbed for her other arm, but she resisted.  "I don't know if I like 
this Blake."  The tremor in her voice was stronger.

"Meg, it's alright...I don't know if you've done this before, but it's 
fun...exciting.  Just lie back and enjoy it."  He smiled down at her, his 
friendly blue eyes soft and twinkling.  It was a look that Meg had seen many 
times in their short relationship, a look that made her melt.  'Why was he 
doing this?' she asked herself.  But with her trust in him, her lust, the 
alcohol flowing through her bloodstream...all her inhibitions were removed.  
Her arm went limp and she allowed Blake to tie it to the bedpost.

She watched his nude, muscular form, erect penis bobbing in front of him, 
with curiosity and a touch of fear, as he crawled between her spread legs 
and quickly removed the white panties, exposing her glorious cunt to his 
leering gaze once again.  She could smell her strong, womanly musk filling 
her nostrils, and she thought that her excitement must be obvious to him.  
Blake tossed her panties aside, and grabbed her right foot gently.  He still 
had two ties draped around his neck.

"My legs too?  I...I think that's maybe going too far."

He smiled in response.  "Nonsense."  He worked quickly.  Within a minute, 
her ankles were firmly bound to the footboard of the bed.  Meg's nude body 
was outstretched into an "X" shape, legs spread wide.  She looked up at him, 
a dark flash of concern clouding her big brown eyes.  He crawled up to her, 
and kissed her softly on the lips.  Meg couldn't resist him.  She responded 
by opening her mouth, and darting her tongue out to meet his.

"Okay, one more thing," he announced.  He reached toward the nightstand and 
grabbed the blindfold.  "Much more exciting when you don't know what's 
coming next."

Meg couldn't help but smile.  "You're nasty," she crooned.

"Yup."  He wrapped the blindfold around her head, being careful not to cover 
her nose.  "Can you breath okay?"  Meg nodded, and Blake tied the black 
fabric behind her head.  "There.  Finished," he announced.

To Meg in her suddenly dark world, she could understand what Blake was 
talking about.  It was *already* exciting, and he hadn't even touched her 
yet.  To be helpless and exposed like this was tormenting.  Her groin was on 
fire, eager for his touch, but she couldn't even squeeze her thighs together 
to provide relief.  She hoped and begged that Blake would touch her there, 
to bring her to orgasm quickly.  She wiggled her butt, but it was futile.

Blake watched as she tested the bonds.  Her lolling tits jiggled with the 
motion.  He didn't doubt his knot-tying ability, but it was good to see that 
she was definitely restrained.  He exhaled softly, and wiped the sweat from 
his brow.  The hard part was over.  He couldn't believe it...this was 
actually going to work.  It was time to get Justin.

"Meg, I'll be right back...I've got to get some water."

Meg nodded.  Water.  She wished he hadn't mentioned that.  There was another 
reason she hoped Blake wouldn't draw this on too long.  She had to pee.  She 
should have mentioned something to him, but it was too late now.  Hopefully 
it wouldn't get much worse, but she had a sinking feeling that the two beers 
she had before the three glasses of wine were going to do her in.  How did 
she get herself in these situations?  Just like that day on the lake with 
Justin - then it was too much iced tea, now it was beer.  Well, for one 
thing, she couldn't have predicted that she'd end up tied to a bed.  She 
smiled despite her discomfort.

"Why are you smiling?" Blake asked quizzically.

Normally, she'd be too embarrassed to tell him, but her inhibitions were 
long gone.  "Oh...I have to pee."  She giggled.  "When we're done, I'm going 
to have to run to the bathroom."

Blake's cock jerked.  "Hmmm," he said innocently.  "I don't know...might be 
here awhile.  You might have to go right there on the bed."

Meg's cheeks turned red.  "That's not funny Blake.  I'm serious."

"Me too," he snickered.  "Be right back."

Meg grimaced.  He MUST be joking.

Heart thumping in his chest, Blake skipped through the dimly lit house 
toward the front door.  He quietly opened it a crack and whispered into the 
night.  "Justin?"

He heard a faint whisper back.  "I'm here."  Blake stepped out onto the 
porch, nude but with no prying neighbors able to see him, and closed the 
door softly behind him.  Justin emerged from the bushes, barely visible to 
Blake in the darkness.

"Okay buddy," he whispered.  "It's all set...are you sure you still want to 
do it?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay.  Remember what I told you.  Stay absolutely silent, and follow my 
directions.  Be careful about touching her...she'll be able to tell the 
difference."

"Okay."

Blake patted him on the shoulder encouragingly.  "Okay, let's go in.  Take 
off your clothes in the living room and follow me."

A few minutes later, Blake strode down the hallway toward the bedroom, with 
Justin tiptoeing behind him.  Blake's throat was constricted and he was 
breathless from nervousness.  He had no doubt this would work, but 
still...he was worried about Justin doing something stupid, like talking.  
Oh well, they were committed now.  The boy was smart, and Blake would have 
to trust him.

Meg was where he had left her.  'Of course,' Blake said silently to himself, 
and he smiled.  "Okay, I'm back," he said aloud.  "Sorry it took a little 
longer than I thought - got sidetracked."

"No problem," she smiled.  "I'm not going anywhere."

Blake turned to look at Justin, and nearly laughed out loud.  The boy's eyes 
were as wide as saucers, and his mouth gaped open at the sight of his mother 
sprawled out and tightly bound to the bed.  His cock began to rise in front 
of him before Blake's very eyes.  He poked the boy on the arm to get his 
attention, then pressed his finger to his lips, admonishing once again to 
stay silent.

The boy sidled up to the foot of the bed, staring between his mother's 
splayed legs.  He unconsciously brought his trembling fingers to his stiff 
prick, and fondled it while Blake clambered onto the bed and lay down next 
to Meg.  Her breathing was heavy and erratic with anticipation of what was 
coming.  'If only she knew,' Blake thought.

He propped himself up on his left elbow and gently squeezed her right nipple 
with his other hand.  She yelped, drawing away, but then quickly arched her 
back, pushing her breast toward his hand.  Blake grinned, lowered his face 
to her quivering breast, and flicked his tongue against the rubbery nipple.

"Oooh," Meg moaned.  She arched her back again.  "Suck it," she breathed.

But instead, Blake reached to the left nipple and squeezed it gently.  Meg 
twisted her body, trying to find the source of the stimulation.  Blake 
sucked hard on the other nipple, grinning as Meg twisted in the other 
direction.

"Oh Lord," Meg groaned.  "You're going to torture me."

Blake grinned.  "*Delicious* torture."  He spent several minutes stimulating 
Meg's jiggling tits, licking one while rubbing the other, bringing her to a 
fever pitch.  He surprised her, coming at her from different directions and 
with a different source of stimulus.  Meg twisted her body to and fro at his 
touch, voicing her pleasure with loud moans and sighs.  A thin sheen of 
perspiration formed on her brow.

Blake began to trace his tongue lightly over her firm stomach, leaving a 
shiny trail of spit as he did so.  He swirled his tongue in wide circular 
patterns over the salty skin.  At the same time, he ran a fingernail 
teasingly up and down the soft skin of her inner thighs.  Gradually, he 
worked lower, and he slid his lips over the upper fringe of her pubic hair.  
Her musky scent was powerful in his nostrils.  Meg moaned loudly, and 
twisted her hips upward off the bed as she tried to follow his elusive 
tongue.

Out of the corner of his eye, Blake glanced over at Justin.  The boy's face 
was flushed, and he was looking on intently.  His cock was rigid, pointing 
upward toward the ceiling as his slim fingers squeezed and caressed the 
shaft.  'This is so fucking erotic!' Blake thought to himself.  He wanted 
nothing more than to throw himself on top of Meg and fuck her senseless 
while the boy watched.  But it was just the beginning, and he knew that 
drawing it out would lead to greater rewards later.  He returned his 
attention to Meg, kissing and nuzzling her wiry pubic hair.

Meg groaned and writhed in her bonds.  She could feel Blake's mouth so 
close, so tantalizingly close.  Her entire body felt as if it was on a hair 
trigger, over-stimulated to a level that she had never experienced before. 
She desperately needed Blake to lick her vagina, to bring her to orgasm.  
But his movements were too slow and deliberate.

Through it all, the pressure in her bladder was steadily increasing to the 
bursting point.  Her mind was alternately consumed by the powerful sexual 
tingling in her clitoris and the desperate urge to pee.  She didn't know how 
long she could hold out.  She wanted to squeeze her thighs together, to 
relieve the pressure and provide some much-needed stimulation, but it was 
futile, and she knew it.  Floating in a rapturous haze, she could hear her 
moans, only vaguely aware that it was her own frustrated passion she was 
listening to.

Blake's warm tongue was sliding slowly along the crease of her inner thigh, 
while his firm hand softly caressed her other leg.  "Oh God Blake," she 
groaned.  "Please..."  She grit her teeth and swiveled her hips.  If she 
could only bring her clitoris into contact with his tongue...

"What Meg?"

"Please lick me!"

"Like this?"  And he trailed his tongue down her leg toward her knee.

"Nooo," she moaned.  "The other way...my...my clit.  Oh please..."

But her begging fell on deaf ears.  Blake's wet tongue ran along the hollow 
on the inside of her knee.  He winked at Justin as he worked his way down 
Meg's trembling leg.  The boy smiled nervously, still fingering his 
blood-engorged cock, and Blake smiled reassuringly.

Meg's head lolled from side to side.  She was breathing hard as Blake took 
her to incredible heights of glorious agony.  She could feel the beads of 
perspiration running down her forehead and soaking the blindfold.  Her 
vagina was on fire, and she could feel her clitoris throbbing, desperate to 
be touched by Blake's glorious tongue.  And through it all, the need to 
urinate grew more and more intense.  She was growing increasingly alarmed 
that she would pee on the sheets, and the thought mortified her.  She had to 
make Blake understand.  Maybe he would release her and allow her to go to 
the bathroom.

"Blake...I...I need to pee."

His cock jerked at her words.  He glanced knowingly at Justin and crawled on 
hands and knees and lay on his side next to her, rubbing his prick against 
her hip.

"Please Blake," she whimpered.  Her hair was soaked with sweat and matted 
against her forehead.

Blake put his lips to her ear.  "Do it, Meg.  Let yourself go."  He squeezed 
her tits, rubbing his palm against the firm nipples.

"Nooo," she moaned.  "I can't.  Not like this."

He gently bit her ear lobe. "Go ahead Meg.  You can do it," he murmured.

Meg whimpered with frustration.  Why was he doing this to her?  She couldn't 
pee on the bed like this!  But the thought of relieving the pressure in her 
full bladder was overwhelming.  She couldn't hold it much longer - if she 
didn't pee, she felt she would burst.

She groaned loudly, only dimly aware of the touch of Blake's lips nuzzling 
her neck, of his fingers tracing lazy circles on her stomach.  She bit her 
lips, trying to hold in her urine, but she couldn't!  With a loud grunt, she 
flexed her legs rigidly and tensed her stomach muscles, and she suddenly 
felt a spurt of warm liquid trickling down her vaginal lips.  Meg gasped and 
strained again, and with a sense of unending relief, a hard steady stream of 
golden pee shot from her.

"Oh, God, I'm peeing..." she whispered hoarsely.  Blake's head jerked up, 
and he watched in fascination as a long stream of golden piss arched between 
Meg's spread legs.  His cock throbbed and jerked against Meg's trembling 
thigh at the sight, and Justin, too, was watching in rapt fascination as his 
mother peed, no more than three feet away from him.  He stared wide-eyed as 
the amber stream gushed against her thigh, then her knee, until it splashed 
in a pool between her calves.  The sheets darkened in a fan-shaped pattern, 
spreading rapidly.

Tears of relief welled in Meg's eyes beneath the blindfold, and she cried 
out as her bladder emptied.  She felt so...dirty...but she was far beyond 
embarrassment.  All she cared about was easing the aching pressure.

Blake watched as the golden stream began to subside to a trickle, and then 
stopped entirely.  Meg sighed loudly with relief.

"Feel better?"

"Oh God yes...but...I should go and clean up now."

"Oh no you don't.  We're just getting started."

"But I peed all over myself Blake!" she protested.

"Doesn't matter to me."

Before she could reply, he got up off the bed and walked over to Justin, 
still standing rigidly and watching the incredible scene unfold before him.  
He draped his arm around the boy's thin shoulders and leaned in close to 
whisper in his ear.  "Okay Justin," he breathed.  "It's almost time."  
Justin nodded slowly.

Blake climbed back on the bed between Meg's spread legs.  The sheets were 
soaking wet from her piss, and the eroticism of the sensation made his cock 
quiver.  He needed relief desperately, wanted nothing more than to plunge 
his erection into her sopping cunt, but with a supreme effort he resisted 
the urge.  He leaned down, and licked her inner thigh, still wet from her 
piss.

"Mmm...yes!" she hissed, and she jerked her hips sharply upward.

"Do you want me to lick you Meg?"

"Oh, please Blake...I need it," she murmured.

He scooted himself higher, and inspected her beautiful pussy.  It was deeply 
pink and shiny, soaking wet with a mixture of cunt juice and urine.  The 
smell was pungent, and he breathed deeply.   Her clit was thick and erect, 
protruding between her puffy cunt lips.  It was begging to be licked.  He 
touched the tip of his tongue to her clit, and pressed hard against it.

"OH GOD YES!" she screamed, and her hips jerked violently, pressing her 
sopping pussy against his face.  "LICK ME!"  He trailed his tongue down her 
pussy lips, and wedged it against her pussy hole as she humped against him.  
He could taste the musky, spicy juices flowing there, and he swirled his 
tongue against the wet opening while she moaned.

Then, to Meg's consternation, he pulled away.  "OH GOD, don't stop Blake," 
she begged.  Her head rolled from side to side in frustration.

Blake got back up on hands and knees, and looked over his shoulder at 
Justin.  The boy was staring at him intently.  Blake nodded, and the boy 
very slowly and carefully climbed on the bed behind him.  He lay flat on him 
stomach in his Mother's wet spot, and inched his way very slowly and 
tentatively forward, beneath Blake.

Blake smiled to himself.  The boy was performing even better than he had 
hoped.  Still, he glanced up nervously at Meg.  Her head was rolling from 
side to side in frustration, lost in a fog of aching desire, and completely 
unaware of what was happening between her spread legs.

Justin slowly worked into position beneath Blake, until his wide-eyed face 
was inches from his mother's pussy.  Blake envied him, about to experience 
his first taste of a woman's pussy.  Blake tapped him on the shoulder, and 
the two exchanged quick knowing glances.  The older man nodded, and Justin 
extended his pink tongue, touching it to his mother's hot clit.

"UHH...Yesss," she sighed.

Encouraged by the reaction, Justin licked back and forth against the 
pulsating clit, just as Blake had instructed, just as he had seen in the 
videos.

"OH GOD!  OH GOD!  YES!  YES!  YES!" screamed Meg, and she swiveled her 
crotch against the probing tongue.  The sensation was indescribable.  After 
the torture that Blake had subjected her to, the relief of finally being 
touched where she so urgently needed it was beyond belief.  "LICK ME BLAKE!" 
she cried.  She cried out as a wave of ecstasy coursed through her body, and 
she jerked her hips upward to meet the probing tongue.  "Oh god...oh god..." 
  The sensation was indescribable.  She had been an infrequent recipient of 
oral sex in her life  - her ex-husband didn't like it - but this made up for 
all those barren years.  The tongue swirled around her clitoris, and she 
cried out with ecstasy.  Her head flopped from side to side as she moaned 
her pleasure.

Blake's watched with lust and admiration as Justin brought his mother to 
ever-intensifying waves of ecstasy.  The boy's crew-cut head obscured his 
view, but judging from Meg's reaction, his mouth was pleasuring her 
skillfully.  Blake's prick was rock-hard and at a state of hair-trigger 
horniness.  He lowered his hips and rubbed his erection against Justin's 
tight ass-cheeks.  The boy responded by pushing back against him, which 
nearly caused Blake to shoot his load right then and there.  He was nearly 
overcome by the desire to seek out the boy's tight little asshole and fuck 
him while he licked his mother, but that was out of the question.  For one 
thing, his cock was too big for the lad's virgin asshole.  For another 
thing, Justin would probably yell out, thereby revealing himself to his mom.

So Blake contented himself with rubbing his cock against the boy's ass 
cheeks, which provided at least a little stimulation, and watching Meg's 
lust-crazed and blindfolded face as her son pleasured her.  Her mouth was 
agape, and she was breathing heavily between her moans.  Her face was 
flushed and shiny with perspiration, and she tossed her head from side to 
side, reveling in the sensation.  Almost as an afterthought, he checked the 
blindfold to make sure it looked secure...and his heart stopped!

This was bad.  The motion of her head against her outstretched arms 
was...FUCK!...loosening the blindfold!  It was beginning to ride up her 
forehead.  His mind raced.  He had to get the blindfold refastened, and he 
began to extend his arm up toward her face to tug it back into place.  But 
he had to move carefully.  After all, he was supposed to be preoccupied with 
licking her pussy.  One wrong move, one brush against her, and she might 
learn what was happening.  He slowly extended his arm.

As her vagina throbbed and pulsated at the delicious oral servicing she was 
receiving, Meg could both feel, and see, the blindfold beginning to loosen.  
A harsh light was beginning to appear beneath the lower edge.  She was 
relieved, and beginning to feel a bit ridiculous about being blindfolded 
anyway.  She wanted to tear off the covering so she could watch as Blake 
pleasured her with his tongue.  She tugged once again at the bonds 
constraining her wrists, but she already knew that was futile.  So she 
turned her head toward her upper arm, still stretched upward and behind her. 
  She rubbed her forehead against her arm to help loosen it...there!  The 
bottom edged up about an inch, and her right eye was free.

She giggled.  "Hah!  I can see you now!"  Immediately, the delightful tongue 
paused as it trailed along her swollen pussy lips.  "Oh...," she cooed.  
"Don't stop."  She bucked her hips, and thankfully, he began licking again, 
flicking against her aching clitoris on each upstroke.

"Oh yes..." she hissed through clenched teeth.  "Lick me there!"

The room was dimly lit, but she still had to blink as she came out of her 
world of darkness.  She fluttered her eyelids rapidly, and turned to look 
down at Blake, to watch him lick her.  But something was...wrong...Blake's 
wide-eyed face was above her...wasn't he licking her?

"What...what's happening?" she asked, confusion in her voice.  She angled 
her head down, and she saw...a familiar crew-cut head buried in her pussy.  
"Who...," she began, and then she knew.

"Oh my God...NO!" But the intensity of the licking increased before she 
could fully voice her confusion.  The delightful tongue...Justin's 
tongue...lapped at her pulsating clitoris.  Despite her shock, Meg's body 
betrayed her, and her hips bucked into her son's face.  Blake's eyes were 
looking intently into hers.

"Enjoy it Meg...let yourself go," he whispered softly.  He pulled the 
blindfold up and off her head.

"No Blake no..." she protested.  "It's wrong...don't do this."

"Hush."  Blake angled his head and planted his lips on hers, quieting her 
protests.  She could feel his tongue pushing insistently into her mouth.  
Meg closed her eyes tightly, blinking away the tears, and turned her face 
away from him.  But he was insistent, his tongue probing at her mouth while 
her son suckled her womanhood.  She couldn't believe this was happening, but 
she was powerless to resist.  Her senses were consumed by a raw lust, and 
finally, she opened her mouth to him, their tongue intertwining.

They broke the long kiss, leaving Meg breathless and panting, eyes glazed 
with passion.  He lowered his face to her sensitive breasts, and suckled at 
her distended nipple.  She arched her back, pushing her breast into his 
mouth.

"Ohhh yess," she moaned.

Blake knew he had her.  He watched Justin, face still buried in his mother's 
pussy.  The boy's eyes were closed as he lapped at her pussy, licking it 
like an ice cream cone. Meg's hips were humping up and down, riding her 
son's face.

"That's it Justin," he whispered encouragingly.  "Lick her clit."

The boy nodded, and focused his tongue on his mother's clit.  Meg 
immediately responded to the sensation.

"OH GOD!" she gasped.  Her legs and arms strained in their bonds, and her 
face was frozen into a mask of lust, eyebrows arched, lips parted.

"Yes...yes...yes...yes...," she intoned, as her head lolled from side to 
side.

Meg writhed on the sweat-soaked sheets, breathing heavily as her body 
responded to her son's tongue.  She could only vaguely comprehend what was 
happening.  Her body was betraying her, but she didn't care.  It didn't 
matter that it was her own son that was the source of the wonderful 
sensations.  Like a slut in heat, she knew only that she needed release, 
however she could get it.

She was aware of Blake whispering to Justin, giving him instructions.  She 
felt movement on the bed, and a new sensation - a pressure being applied to 
her vaginal opening.  She opened her eyes, and saw Justin kneeling between 
her splayed legs.  Blake was next to him...and was...was holding her son's 
erect penis, guiding it toward the vee between her legs.

Meg pulled violently against her bonds.  "No...," she protested weakly.  
"Please...Justin...nooo..."  But Blake was massaging her wet vagina with 
Justin's penis, rubbing it against her, titillating her.  Despite her best 
judgment, she responded to the sensation, pushing against Justin's erection, 
until Blake finally wedged it against her opening.  She caught her son's eye 
- he was staring intently at her, his young wide eyes glazed with lust.

Blake gave a quiet instruction to him.  "Okay, Justin, push it in."

Meg groaned.  "Oh God...no...," but it was futile.  She knew her boy was 
about to take her, and there was nothing she could do about it.  She lay 
there, powerless, on the sweat soaked sheets, her chest heaving as she tried 
to catch her breath.  She could only vaguely comprehend what was happening.  
Her body was betraying her...she was being a slut at the hands of her son.   
She felt Justin's erection slowly entering her, guided by the sure hands of 
Blake.  Justin closed his eyes, his mouth gaped open, reveling in the joy of 
losing his virginity to his mother.

"Now push hard Justin!" Blake hissed.

The boy bit his lower lip, concentrating on the glorious feeling of his 
mother's tight, clinging pussy wrapped around his virgin prick.  He leaned 
over his mother, supporting his weight on his thin arms, flexed his tight 
little butt cheeks, and pushed into her.

"Oh..." Meg gasped.  "Oh yes..."

Her son's hard penis was inside her...he began to thrust back and forth, 
fucking her, moaning in rhythm to his strokes.

"Oh Justin..." Meg groaned.

She tossed her head back as her boy took her.  She squeezed her pelvic 
muscles, drawing him in as he humped her, reveling in the feel of his penis 
sliding into her womanhood.   She was vaguely aware of Blake's hands deftly 
untying her ankles, freeing her legs.  She could pull away if she wanted to, 
escape this madness, but she didn't.  She wanted it, NEEDED it to continue.  
She wrapped her legs around her son's clenching buttocks, pulling him in to 
her as he gasped in pleasure.  She whispered to him, encouraging him.  "Yes 
Justin...yes..."

Blake was untying her wrists.  She could push her son away, end this right 
now.  But she wrapped her arms around her son and pulled him toward her, 
holding him tightly against her sweaty breasts as he fucked her.  Mother and 
son writhed together, unashamedly using each other to build toward their 
orgasms.

Blake sat back on the bed stroking his cock, eyes wide with the wonder over 
what he was seeing.  Meg and her son ground their bodies against each other, 
lost in the searing heat of their passion.  Meg's hands were lightly clawing 
Justin's back, her long legs wrapped tightly around his flexing ass cheeks.  
Justin was moaning, his face buried in his mother's soft tits, his thrusting 
cock making a liquid slapping sound as he burrowed into his mother's soaking 
cunt.

He wanted to see them come together, but he knew Justin wouldn't be able to 
last long.  He debated snaking his hand beneath Justin to stimulate Meg's 
clit, but just then, Meg gasped loudly and slid her hands to her boy's ass, 
pulling him tightly into her.  She humped her pelvis against him, seeking 
the stimulation she needed to come, encouraging him to fuck her.

"OH GOD YES JUSTIN!" she cried.  "YES...YES...YES...FUCK ME!  OH GOD!" Meg's 
entire body went momentarily rigid, then began bucking furiously.  "OH 
FUCK!" she cried out with lust.  "GOD YES!  YES!  YES!"  And she was coming, 
writhing with passion as her body was wracked by a powerful orgasm.  With a 
loud gasp, Justin was coming as well, and he pistoned rapidly in and out of 
her slimy cunt while his Mother humped against him.  Their groins slapped 
together loudly, the sound mingling with their cries of passion.

Gradually, the pace of their thrusting decreased to a slow grind, and their 
breathing slowly subsided.  Meg stroked and caressed Justin's sweaty back as 
he collapsed on to her, kissing her soft breast.  She closed her eyes 
tightly, blinking away the tears. Her emotions were raw and confused as she 
tried to come to grips with what had happened.  The primeval lust slowly 
washed away, leaving her with a warm glow and a deep undying love for her 
son, for what they had just experienced together.

They lay there together, bodies intertwined, until she felt Justin soften 
inside her.  He pulled out of her slowly, and she coaxed him higher up her 
body, his semi hard penis nestling against her stomach.  She looked deeply 
into his bright eyes, and pulled his face down to hers.  Their lips met, and 
Meg extended her pink tongue, pressing it into his mouth.

Blake lay there and watched, consumed by lust, yet nervous and uncertain 
about what to do next.  This had gone better than his wildest dreams, but 
what would Meg's reaction be now?  At worst, she'd go into a hysterical fit 
of rage, but that certainly didn't seem to be the case.  Mother and son were 
oblivious to his presence, luxuriating in the glow of their orgasms.  They 
were kissing each other, stroking each other's bodies like young lovers.

He decided to go for it.  He scrambled between Meg's still spread legs, and 
lay between them on the cool sheets, still damp from her urine.  It was a 
sight he would never forget.  Meg's legs were splayed, and Justin was partly 
laying, partly on hands and knees over his mother while they kissed and 
caressed each other.  His semi-erect cock was shiny with his mother's pussy 
juice, and as he watched, a pearly drop of his sperm oozed out of the tip 
and dripped into his mother's dark, matted cunt hair. Her smooth tanned 
thighs bracketed her dark pink, soaking wet pussy.  The cunt lips were 
swollen and gaping open, and a thick streamer of Justin's cum was oozing 
out, slowly dripping into her puckered asshole.

It was irresistible to Blake. He eased forward, extended his tongue, and 
lapped at her delicious cunt-hole, scooping up a glob of Justin's musky 
sperm.  Meg jerked at the touch, then opened her legs farther, inviting 
Blake to continue. He licked and sucked at her pussy hole, coaxing out as 
much of the boy's sperm as he could.  Gradually Meg responded to the 
sensation, and Blake could hear soft moans as her lust gradually built 
again.

Justin clambered off of his mother and collapsed next to her on the bed, a 
satisfied smile playing over his boyish face.  Blake continued servicing 
Meg's pussy with his mouth, and she began to gently thrust against him.  He 
probed at her cunt opening, then worked lower, gently laving her sensitive 
asshole, licking up the sperm that had seeped there.

"Mmm," Meg groaned at this exploration of her most private part.  This was 
an entirely new sensation to her.  Encouraged, Blake cupped her asscheeks in 
his hands and lifted her to him, insistently poking his tongue against her 
anal opening.

"Ooh yeah..." Meg sighed.

Blake got an idea.  "Turn over Meg," he directed.

After a momentary hesitation, Meg complied, and her round ass cheeks were 
pointing toward the ceiling.  Blake licked along the crack of her ass, and 
she spread her legs wide in invitation to his searching tongue.  She felt 
his thick middle finger probing against her vaginal opening, pushing slowly 
in.  She moaned loudly and bucked her hips in response, as Blake's tongue 
circled around her puckered asshole.  Gradually, the finger worked its way 
in, and Blake began to finger-fuck her, thrusting slowly in and out of her 
hot opening.  She whimpered with passion, imploring him to continue. "OH 
YES!  Mmm, that feels so good."

Then she felt a new sensation, higher.  Blake had wedged another finger 
against her anus, and was slowly applying pressure.  Meg protested weakly.  
"No Blake...not...not there...Oh God..."

Blake smiled to himself as he pushed his middle finger against her tight 
asshole.  She was going to love this...she just didn't know it yet.  He 
couldn't believe how hot this slut was.  His middle finger was jammed up her 
tight slippery pussy, coated with her hot juice.  He interrupted licking her 
to drizzle some saliva onto her tight asshole and index finger, then began 
to push it slowly into her hot ass, until it was buried to the second 
knuckle.

"Uhhh...yess," Meg hissed.

He began to rapidly finger fuck her, one finger up her clinging pussy, the 
other buried in her tight asshole.  Meg began to buck her pussy and ass 
savagely.

"OH GOD!  Yesss," she groaned.

But Blake could take it no longer.  He had to fuck her!  Meg protested as he 
extracted his wet fingers from her holes, but he climbed on top of her and 
directed his throbbing cock against her pussy.  He pushed against her, as 
inch by inch his prick disappeared into her.

"OH YES!  GOD!" Meg moaned.  "DO ME BLAKE!"

But he had other plans.  He pulled his cock, now covered with her pussy 
juice and Justin's cum, back out of her warm pussy and wedged the cockhead 
against her asshole.  Meg jerked her hips away when she realized what he was 
doing.

"Don't Blake...don't...it's too big."

But he was insistent.  "I'll go slow Meg.  Relax."  He pushed forward 
gently, and the first inch of his cock was buried in Meg's vice-like rectum. 
  Meg gasped sharply and tried to pull away, but she was pinned to the bed 
beneath her.  It hurt, but it was a delicious, erotic pain.  The thought of 
what he was doing to her made her pussy tingle.  "Please be gentle Blake," 
she whispered hoarsely.

"I will."  Meg felt him reach underneath her, and he began to fondle her 
pussy, stimulating her, as he ever so carefully pushed his penis into her 
ass, slowly, almost imperceptibly.  His fingers frigged her, working their 
magic on her clitoris, exciting her, until she was aching with desire.  She 
pushed her ass against him, encouraging him to continue his anal probing.  
She could feel his penis push deeper, painfully, but the pain was lessening.

She buried her face in the sheet and moaned with passion, lusting over the 
feel of Blake taking her like this, and through it all, she knew her son was 
watching them, watching as Blake prepared to fuck her just as he had done.

The gloriously hard and throbbing penis burrowed deeper, impaling her, and 
Blake rubbed her erect clitoris beneath her.  "Oh God...Oh Blake...yes," she 
hissed.  She clutched at the sheets and arched her back, pushing back 
against him.  "Fuck my ass..." she groaned.

Suddenly, the final inches of his manhood thrust into her rectum in one 
smooth motion.  "OH GOD!" she cried through clenched teeth.  "YES!  YES!  
Fuck me!"  And his penis was thrusting in and out, the pain subsiding, as 
Blake worked her clitoris and asshole to a fever pitch.  She pushed back 
against him, wanting him...NEEDING him to fuck her ass.

There was no way Blake could hold off on his orgasm, his first of this 
remarkably erotic night.  Meg's asshole was like a vice around his throbbing 
cock, and she pushed against him like a wanton slut.  But he wanted Meg to 
come one more time.  He grit his teeth, trying to delay his climax, and 
focused his efforts on Meg's soaking-wet clit.  He rubbed it furiously, 
stimulating her, willing her to come with him.  All the while, he was dimly 
aware of Justin lying on the bed next to them, watching them intently, and 
once again sporting an erection as Blake's cock stretched his Mother's 
asshole.

Meg cried out with pleasure.  Blake's expert fingers were bringing her to 
another orgasm.  She felt her clit tingling with pleasure, the sensation 
spreading to her pussy, her asshole.  She bucked her hips feverishly, 
matching Blake's strokes.  Her orgasm was approaching...he was hitting just 
the right spot.  "YES!  YES!  YES!  Right there Blake...YES!  OH GOD!  FUCK 
ME BLAKE!  OHHHH!"  A powerful orgasm washed over Meg as Blake slammed his 
cock deeply into her, and they were coming together, writhing against one 
another, as they cried out in ecstasy.

Meg screamed with pleasure, her orgasm coursing through her entire body.  
Blake was pistoning rapidly in and out of her ass, shooting his warm sperm 
deep into her rectum.  "GODDDD!  FUCK ME!!!" she cried. She buried her face 
in the sheets, groaning loudly as her body pulsated and trembled.

Finally, Blake collapsed on top of her sweaty body, gasping for air.  He lay 
there for a moment, then rolled to her side, gently taking her with him, his 
cock still hard and twitching inside her warm asshole.  They lay glued 
together on their sides, luxuriating in the warmth of their climax.

Meg sighed contentedly as she slowly came back to earth.  Blake had his arm 
around her, idly caressing her breasts, nuzzling her earlobe.  She could 
feel his penis inside of her rectum, beginning to soften, and his sperm was 
leaking out of her asshole, tickling her as it ran down her thigh.  She felt 
so slutty, yet so alive!

She opened her eyes, and was greeted with the view of her hot and horny 
young son, lying next to her, his eyes glazed with erotic passion, watching 
her and Blake in the aftermath of their orgasms.  Meg smiled at him 
lovingly, and he shyly smiled back.

She reached out her arms, beckoning him, and he came to her.  Mother and son 
hugged - she pulled him to her in a tight embrace, her hands wandering over 
his back, caressing his buttocks.  He snuggled against her, and she felt his 
erection poking against her stomach.

And as Meg lay between her two lovers, she knew that she would never need to 
read her romance novels again.

THE END
ppcummings@hotmail.com
July, 2001