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My mouth moved from tit to tit and I always fondled the other and flicked its nipple to keep it ready for sucking while working on the other. I couldn't remember doing it but at some point I had crawled half on top of Mom. I also didn't remember pulling her legs onto the bed but somehow they were there and suddenly I was lying between them, my genitals pressed hard against hers. The sensation of my shaft pressing on her mound, however thickly covered, overpowered the taste of her tits and I lifted my head to drop it beside hers, turning my mouth into her neck, and started dry-humping my mother.
Surprisingly, Mom didn't heave me off in shocked anger. I slid my hands under and grasped her shoulders to keep her close but there was no need because her hips were bucking against me as urgently as I was grinding down upon her and we were both panting heavily.
It was over as quickly as it had started. I flooded my pants and Mom trembled beneath me, tensing along the entire length of her body while her hands gripped my arms until the trembling became a vibration. I looked down upon Mom's face which was straining with teeth bared under a curled lip and crinkled nose and surrounded by strands of sweat dampened hair. Gradually, her face relaxed and was overtaken by a calmer countenance and teeth disappeared behind pursed, pouty lips that released a long, satisfied sigh. Her eyes remained closed.
I realized it must be uncomfortable to bear my weight but was reluctant to get up because it would force us to confront each other. The point became moot when Mom twitched beneath me and then again when I remained still. I was going to lift my weight but instead started rubbing. Two minutes later Mom's hips were again bucking frantically beneath me and then her whole body shuddered violently.
This time, when she was still, I slid off and sat up, then fixed my pants. Behind me, Mom also sat up, stood, and zipped up her dress as she walked around the bed. She stopped in front of me and smoothed the dress over her hips and thighs, tossed her head to shake out her hair, and walked to the door. She listened for a few seconds, then opened the door a couple of inches. She seemed about to turn back, maybe to say something, but then pulled the door wide open and walked down the hallway to her room. I watched her all the way.
Mom looked incredibly sexy walking down the hall. She seemed satisfied and carefree. At her bedroom door she paused with one foot raised in midstep. My breath caught as I waited for her to look back and smile, but she didn't. Her foot fell to the floor and she slipped out of sight leaving me with only the warm stickiness spreading through my lap for a memory. Gordie was still putting the dishes away. Mom could have stayed longer.
What was she going to say? That we had gone too far? That she hadn't meant to let things go so far? Or was she going to put a stop to it and then changed her mind? I couldln't figure her out. One minute I was scared Mom was going to stop and the next I was really excited that she wasn't. I hoped the pause at the door meant the latter.
*****
Gordie refused to clean his room. After what had happened and the way Mom had left my room the night before, I needed him to honor our deal. Appealing to his reason was futile and to his honor, humorous. Even his greed was unassailable.
Finally, in desperation, I said, "I'll arm wrestle you for it."
Gordie stared at me, open-mouthed, then burst out laughing.
"Yeah, right!"
"I mean it."
I got down on his floor and crooked my arm.
"You're serious?"
"You chicken?" I taunted.
Gordie got down on the floor and stretched his arm out. I gripped his hand and immediately launched my attack. His hand banged the carpet.
"No way! I wasn't ready."
We made it two out of three, then three out of five. Gordie was too embarrassed to make it four out of seven.
"Okay, okay. You're lucky I'm not feeling well."
"Do your room tonight."
"Tomorrow."
"You want to go again?"
Gordie rubbed his arm and shook his head.
"Tonight," I repeated.
The next morning, Mom commented on Gordie's room.
"I just felt like cleaning it up," he said.
When we were leaving for school, Mom held me back at the door while Dad and Gordie walked to the car.
"Was that your doing?" she asked.
"What?"
"Gordie's room."
I denied it as unconvincingly as I could manage. Mom smiled and leaned up to kiss my cheek.
"Have a good day at school, Stan."
I thought about what she said all the way to school. Mom had called me Stan.
It was an agonizingly long haul until the following Tuesday. As soon as dinner was finished I went to my room. Mom arrived five minutes later and went straight to the other side of the bed. This time, after she sat down, she waited but didn't lower her head or turn it to the side, nor did she unzip her dress.
I knelt on the bed behind her but didn't unzip her dress. I was sure I could do it if I wanted to but I felt like waiting. After a minute or so I reached around Mom's shoulders and started to pull the dress up her legs but she stopped me. I was surprised but didn't protest; I just pulled my hands away. I had hoped, after seeing Gordie's room cleaned and recognizing that it had been done on my initiative, Mom would allow me this treat. I had imagined it vividly all weekend.
The bitter taste of disappointment was sinking through my chest when Mom began to pull the dress up her legs herself. A lump threatened to fill my throat as I watched her hands move slowly but steadily, lifting the dress until it was near her hips. I stared at her legs. Then, as slowly as she had raised the dress, Mom spread her legs. The pantyhose stretched between her thighs and the pout of her panties appeared underneath.
My cock throbbed inside my pants and I unzipped them to relieve the pressure, not thinking about the sound, but Mom simply leaned backward. I pressed into her back and the puffy panties nudged forward. I pressed again and Mom turned her head to rest her cheek against my shoulder. I covered her chest with my hands and she opened her legs wider. I pushed into her back, thrilled to see her panties surge forward again, then unzipped the back of her dress. The warmth of Mom's skin welcomed my underwear and seared the tip of my cock which was poking above the waistband.
I pushed Mom's dress off her shoulders and reached down to grab her tits, massaging them roughly. Mom moaned softly and I rubbed my cock less gently against her back, loving the way the underside of my helmet skidded along the bumps of her spine. I leaned over to kiss the top of her head and tried to reach the crook of her neck which was difficult while trying to keep my cock pressed against her back. I nibbled and munched on the tender nape of Mom's neck. She seemed to like that.
My hand slid down from Mom's right tit and slowly moved toward the juncture between her legs. I sensed that Mom was aware of it even though her eyes were closed but she didn't stop me. I hoped she would let me hold it like before as long as I didn't move my hand, or rub or squeeze, even though this time it wouldn't be an accident.
My hand cupped the pantyhose over Mom's panties and pressed in to close the gap that had stretched between them when her legs had spread wide open. The panties bulged into my palm, imparting a welcoming warmth. I pressed my cock harder against Mom's back, sliding lower to push into the small of her back so her panties would lodge more firmly into my hand, and was elated when Mom didn't protest.
A dozen shoves later I squeezed my fingers toward my palm and was both surprised and elated when there was still no protest from Mom. I squeezed again and again and all Mom did was moan each time. After a quick series of short, light rubs I applied several longer, higher pressure strokes and Mom thrust her pussy harder against my hand. Oh, my fucking God.
I pulled my hand up and tried to slide it under the pantyhose to get right on her panties so I could relish their moist heat directly but Mom grabbed my hand and pulled it away. It was the first sign of resistance she had offered.
Well, okay, so this was the new boundary. I remained outside the panties but rubbed and rubbed until Mom seemed distracted and then tried again only to have my hand quickly returned to its proper place. So I contented myself with rubbing Mom's panties from outside the hose while her thighs writhed as I humped her back to push her pussy more firmly onto my hand.
Then something happened that changed everything.
My middle finger poked through a small hole in the hose and plunged into the moistness of Mom's soaking wet panties. I recovered after a shocked second or two and scratched my fingertip through the length of the groove buried in her slit. Mom's hips bucked involuntarily, burying my finger deeper into her panties, then lurched back. Scared, I yanked my finger back but it caught in the hole and a series of frantic jerks tore the hose which then spread wide open, baring Mom's panties and her upper thighs.
Mom and I both sat frozen, staring at the throbbing mound that surrounded a slit clearly delineated by a damp trench running through her panties. My right hand moved back toward it and we both watched, mesmerized, to see what this apparently independent entity would do. It paused, hovering over the trembling panties as if awaiting permission, then dropped onto the mound anyway when it wasn't forhcoming. We both moaned.
"I love you," I gasped.
Mom's legs crossed over my hand and squeezed, opened and thrust against my palm, closed and squeezed, then opened again. Her hands moved onto mine but didn't try to pull it away.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she sighed, pushing up and also pressing down on my hand.
My finger found her groove and tickled it, then plowed its depths as far as the panties would allow. I tried to slip my left hand inside Mom's panties but she moved hers up to stop me. It tried to join its brother on the outside but there was no room between her legs so its thumb scratched at a smaller bump above. Mom reacted violently and began thrusting more vigorously. I had accidentally discovered a crucial part of a woman's anatomy.
Mom jerked and writhed on my hand until her body shuddered like it had the previous Thursday but this time emitted many restrained moans and groans. When she was done, I turned around and sat on the bed with my back towards her. I thought it best to not force acknowledgement of what we had just done but I had alson not come and knew it was too late to rub my cock to satisfaction between Mom's legs. Turning away from her at least removed temptation from my sight.
I was trying to push my cock inside my shorts when Mom stirred behind me. Distracted, I caught myself painfully in my zipper just as Mom's hand touched my shoulder. I turned to look at her, my inquisitive look distorted with a pain only a man can know.
Mom was lying on her back, the dress still pushed up to her hips with the top falling away from her breasts. Her chest was still heaving which made her breasts expand and relax, pulling the skin tight around her nipples and then softening in a beautiful, natural rhythm. My gaze moved lower to the panties still exposed through the ripped hose. Mom's hand dropped from my shoulder onto my lap and her fingers toyed with my pants and zipper.
I held the waistband to make it easier to pull the zipper down, which Mom did. Twisting around, I pushed my pants down to my knees. Mom opened her legs and I slipped between them. Immediately, she lifted her knees curled her arms around my neck. The warmth of our crotches melded and we both received a big shock. In my hurry I had unknowningly pushed my underwear down along with my pants and my bare cock now pressed against Mom's panties with the tip contacting the bare skin above.
Once more we froze, face to face, only inches apart, unable to hide our ragged breath. Tentatively, I rubbed. Mom remained absolutely still, offering no encouragement, but I rubbed again and, a few seconds later, yet again. Her hips responded, only slightly, but enough that I rubbed more confidently. I couldn't decide which felt better, the press of her puffy panties on my balls and the lower part of my shaft or the tickle of her bare belly above. I rubbed faster and faster, then put my weight into it until I was dry humping my mother, the most incredible feeling I had ever experienced. It felt like I was actually fucking her.
The bed began to creak from my exuberance so I pulled up and away but Mom lifted herself off the bed, chasing my bulge. She wrapped her legs around mine and pulled until her panties again embraced my cock. I lost control then but Mom clung to my bucking hips until I spewed all over her warm, sweaty belly. She bit my ear and whispered, "It's okay, it's okay."
We slumped onto the bed but Mom kept her legs wrapped around me. Eventually, when our breathing returned to normal, they relaxed and fell away but I remained pressed against her panties between her wide open legs. Eventually, I sat up and fixed my pants while Mom zipped her dress and smoothed it over her hips and thighs. This time, she didn't just walk away, she stepped close to me and whispered.
"Will Gordon be doing the dishes on Thursday?"
"Yes."
Without responding, she turned to grasp the door handle, leaned close to listen, then opened the door and slipped out of the room. I watched the sway of her hips, in awe that she could walk so normally, knowing that under the dress her pantyhose was torn and my cum was splattered all over her belly.
Love and lust surged within me, each heightened by the knowledge that both were reciprocated. Mom might have convinced herself she was doing this to help me become a man but, whether she knew it or not, she had revealed a need as desperate as my own.
*****
"Go ahead, try it on," David said, holding out his belt.
"I've already put my stuff away," I answered sheepishly.
David had seen me admiring his black belt, staring at it as I daydreamed about how the Johnson crowd might leave me alone when I earned one of my own.
"Here," David said, draping the belt across my bag. "Take it home and try it on. It will motivate you to do your best."
"No, I can't," I replied, picking it up and handing it back to him but he had already turned away to leave.
"Bring it back Wednesday," he said as he walked out the door.
After he was gone, I looked at the black belt draped over my open hands. I almost got my robe out of my bag to try it on right then and there but stuffed it into my bag upon hearing some other guys approaching the change room. I left right after they came in.
I took the short cut across the upper field behind the school on the way home. I knew it was risky but didn't feel like walking all the way around. I was more than half way across when they came out of the trees near their lunch time smoking haunt. It was too late to change course to avoid two of the smaller Johnsonites that were the worst for pick on me.
"Look what we have here, a big fat fucking wiener."
I veered a few degrees to the left and quickened my pace, hoping to escape though I knew it was futile.
"Look how fast the fucking wiener can walk."
"Yeah, I bet he can run too, can't you, ya big fucking dork."
"That right?" the other one asked. "Can you fucking run, dorkface?"
Normally, I would have. They had caught me crossing the field before and got a kick out of making me run but for some reason I just hunkered down and kept walking. That pissed them off and they closed in behind me.
"Run, ya fucking dork."
I resisted the urge to walk faster and braced myself for a kick in the ass.
"I said run, fuckface!"
A kick, surely intended for my butt, smashed into my gym bag and knocked it around until my knees banged into it. Anger coursed through my veins. I whirled around and dropped the bag, instinctively taking up the Judo stance I had been practising for the past few weeks.
"Watch out Darrel. It's the Karate Dork!"
They laughed derisively and closed in on me.
"You're gonna get a lesson now ya big fuckin dork."
As Darrel approached me from the front the other one, Gary I think his name was, closed in from my side. I knew he would be the one to punch or kick me when Darrel fainted.
"What's this?" he asked, looking at my gym bag. "Looks like dorkface is going to the gym."
Darrel looked at my bag but I kept my eyes on Gary, thinking he'd paste me as soon as I looked away, but he looked at the bag too. A strange expression flashed over his face but disappeared quickly—hidden but not gone. It was a look I knew well: fear. He stepped back and his arms dropped to his side.
"Okay, we're gonna give you a pass because we don't feel like kicking your sorry ass today but don't let us catch you crossing here again."
Derek had also backed off. I picked up my bag and, euphoria kicking in from not getting a beating, and said, "Yeah right."
Surprised by my churlish response, Gary was about to re-engage but Darrel called him off.
"Let it go, Gary." He was already walking away.
I walked away too but this time I wasn't trying to hold myself back. I swaggered off the field. I had scared them off, or more accurately, the sight of David's black belt had scared them away. I felt good. No, I felt great. When I passed by a clump of kids that had seen the whole thing I kept my head up and looked them straight in the eye. They looked away. Yeah, I felt great.
The story came out at supper the next night.
"I hear you put the run on Darrel and Gary yesterday," Gordie said.
Mom and Dad looked at me but I only shrugged. Mom sought an explanation from Gordie. "What happened?" she asked.
"Stan scared the hell out of them. It was all over school today."
"Is that right, Stanley?"
"Yeah, I guess so. It was no big deal."
"Did you get into a fight?
"No."
"He scared them off with a black belt hanging out of his Judo bag," Gordie said. "Everyone thinks he's a Kung Fu master or something now." He laughed, then added. "Better hope they don't find out the truth."
"They're not so tough," I said.
"No, but the Johnsons are and you put the run on a couple of their boys. They're not happy about it."
"You'll have to look after your brother, Gordie," Dad said.
"I can look after myself," I retorted.
Dad nodded dismissively and Gordie automatically nodded back but then added, maybe because of his arm wrestling losses, "Stan can handle himself, Dad."
Mom had returned to her meal and was eating studiously. She seemed upset. What the hell? I thought this was what she wanted me to do. To make things worse, she didn't come to my room after dinner while Gordie was doing the dishes. I was hoping for a reward for standing up for myself.
On Thursday, Gordie warned me about a possible confrontation with the Johnsons. The encounter with Darrel and Gary had been whipped into a big thing and the rumor was the Johnsons felt compelled to do something about it. Evidently Darrel and Gary didn't like being made out to be chickenshits and were also talking it up about kicking my ass but the word was they weren't in any hurry to do anything on their own. That meant the Johnsons had to do something. For some stupid reason, Gordie mentioned it at dinner that night.
"Well, stand your ground Stan," Dad said. "Your brother will back you up if need be."
"Oh, shut up," John.
We all looked at Mom. She was very upset.
"It'll be okay, Mom," I assured her. "Me and Gordie can take them."
"Yeah," Gordie chimed in but I could tell he wasn't relishing it. This was a confrontation he and his friends had been avoiding for years. "Bud and Rob will help too."
