Chapter 01
I hate my life.
Six months ago, I turned 18. My father, Harold, owns a large shipping company and makes a ton of money. Mom is a laid-back homemaker who likes to watch soap operas on TV. I have a 10-year-old sister, Megan, who is in fifth grade.
In a few months, I'll be finishing high school. I always did well in class and had As or Bs in every subject, but I had enough studying. My father insisted I continue to college to become a physician, lawyer, or engineer, but I was fed up. I wanted to join his company as an employee and climb through the ranks. He said, "Son, the company will be yours one day, but you need higher education. I don't care what you choose, computers, business, even history, but only graduating high school is a sign of failure in life!"
I looked at Mom. She stayed quiet and let Dad and me decide. Dad kept pushing me about the subject, and I tried to stay in my room as much as possible to avoid these bitter arguments.
Frequently my door opened, and my little sister showed her funny missing-teeth face to ask my advice or chat with me. I didn't like disappointing her and did my best to accommodate her wishes.
In summary, I was miserable and didn't see a way out.
One day my uncle, Dave, came to visit. He was my father's younger brother. Many years ago, he moved to Sidney, Australia, with his wife and daughter, and like his older brother, started a small shipping business.
He heard Dad and me fighting and said, "Joel, I agree with your father. Basic knowledge beyond high school is a good thing. A college degree usually means a higher salary for whatever you choose later in life. However, if you want to come to Sidney, live with my family, and make your decision there, I'll be happy to have you as a son in my home."
A week later, I gathered Dad, Mom, and Megan and told them I decided to accept Uncle Dave's offer and move with him to Australia. I've read articles about the lives of Americans who moved to Australia and thought I wanted a similar experience.
Dad's face was a mixture of anger and disappointment, "Joel, I've heard about a small number of individuals who succeeded in life without a college degree, but the vast majority needed that. You are an adult now, and it's up to you to make your decisions. I hope you'll never regret this one!"
Later Megan came crying into my room, "Joel, I love you, and you don't love me anymore... You go as far away from me as possible. I'll never see you again!"
I caressed her hair, "Bunny-face, I do love you and promise to visit you often."
Mom hugged and kissed me, "Joe, you are leaving a loving and caring family. You are moving to a foreign country. You'll still speak the same language, but the mentality and customs are very different. I love you and will miss you a lot. Can I do something to change your mind?"
Mom was another issue I tried unsuccessfully to suppress. I was obsessed with her for quite some time. On my 18 birthday, I got a new Toyota from my parents. The following day I tested it and liked it a lot. After the test drive, I entered their bedroom to thank them. Dad was at work while Mom sat in front of her mirror with a soft sheer bra and low-cut panties. I stopped in my tracks. Never before I saw her in underwear, she always made sure that she had at least a robe on her. She looked fantastic - Her long brown hair was loose, framing her pretty face nicely. But her bra-covered large breasts...
She smiled at me, "Joe, do you need something?"
I approached her, kissed her cheek, and whispered, "Thanks for the new car."
I left the room, and the sight of her full tits never left my mind. I was obsessed! Continue living in this house, seeing Mom every day, and knowing that only Dad was privileged to watch and touch these gorgeous orbs was too much!...
One day after graduating high school, I flew to Australia to my family's chagrin. My relationship with my father was, how shall I say it, unresolved... But I knew I'd miss my mother. My sister, well, I loved her in a certain way, but her clinching to me and following me were annoying.
Meeting Emily, Dave's wife, and their daughter, Olivia, was exciting. The last time I met them was years ago. Emily looked somewhat older and gained weight but was friendly as before. Olivia grew up to be a pretty 17-year-old.
The first week I spent learning my way around the neighborhood, touring the city, and understanding the Australian accent. The following week I asked Dave to teach me the basics of shipping. I began working on a delivery truck a short time later. It was a challenging job - The summer sun was hot and unrelenting. Driving for eight hours on hot days was torture, but I told myself I should take it as a man since it was my choice. Initially, Dave paid me like every other low-wage employee on his payroll, but six months later, he notified me that I did an excellent job and gave me a bonus. I asked him how he knew about my performance. He laughed, "Joel, before you came here, I had a long discussion with your father. He told me that you were stubborn like many other teenagers. However, he thought you were bright and could do a good job if motivated.
I didn't have much hope, but I'd do ANYTHING for my family, so I let you start the hard way. Every two months, I get feedback from the regional supervisors and my clients about our deliveries. Among the five employees in your area, you were the only one I did not hear complaints about. You delivered on time; the products were in good shape, and no returns. Joel, You are an excellent worker, and I would like to promote you to a supervisor in a different area instead of George, who's retiring by the end of the month." I thanked him. After the promotion, I got my own small office and could avoid the scorching sun except when another delivery guy was sick or had a vacation.
Emily was friendly to me in their house, and treated me even better than if I were her son. She never bothered me or asked for my help. I had to beg her to let me help around the house. One day I saw her rubbing her shoulders and asked her what was the problem. She smiled, "Oh, it's nothing. I am getting older. I tried to carry a heavy load of laundry to the basement and hurt my shoulders and back."
I pointed the finger at her, "Emily, I was a football player in school and am fairly strong. Please sit down and let me massage your shoulders."
She smiled at me, "Joe, you help us a lot. You don't have to do it. My discomfort will be gone in three days."
"Emily, I don't care about you at all. If your body hurts, I know you won't be able to cook the meals I like..."
Emily chuckled, "You are a good boy but a terrible liar... OK, I'll sit down and let you rub my aching muscles."
I never learned how to do a proper massage, so I rubbed her shoulders the way I thought she might feel better. Moments later, her shoulders relaxed, and she leaned backward, purring, "It feels so good... I feel like a queen."
I did it for ten minutes and blurted, "From now on, you call me to do heavy work around the house. I earn money outside the home, but I need to justify the food and laundry I get here.
Emily grinned, "You silly boy, we love you and will do the same for our son. And thank you for the great massage. One of these days, I may ask you to repeat it."
"Sounds good, but next time it's better if you lie down on your tummy, and I'll do the shoulders and back with a special oil."
In my first weeks at their home, Olivia and I interacted little. She was at school until the afternoon and later texted her girlfriends for hours. One day during dinner, she seemed upset and almost crying. Emily asked her about it, and Olivia responded, "Our crazy biology teacher gave us an assignment that nobody knows how to handle. I'll fail his class!"
I said, "Olivia, let me look at it. I was doing well in biology. Maybe I can help."
"Joel, I appreciate it, but I doubt you can help. Our teacher is a crabby old man who loves to be in control and embarrass students in class..."
"Olivia, I believe you, but we have nothing to lose, so let me try."
After dinner, Olivia dumped a notebook and a thick book on my bed, and smirked, "Well, genius, if you can do anything about it, I'll be happy."
I looked at it. In class, the pupils learned about cell structure and basic physiology. The assignment was to determine how heart, stomach, and skin cells adjust to their respective tissues. The project was easy because we studied cell biology in America. And, nowadays, much of the data one can find on Google.
I sat with Olivia and patiently explained each part of her assignment. She was still furious about her teacher, so she resisted and tried to find flaws in my answers. But later, she came to me, kissed my cheek, and smiled, "Joel, you really are a genius! Thanks for the help. I owe you one."
"Olivia, I am older than you and was a good student at school. If you need help with study material, feel free to ask me. Sometimes I will be able to help you."
After that day, Olivia started warming up to me. Several days later, I came from work and saw her with three girlfriends in the living room. They saw me and began to giggle. I was too tired to pay attention. I said hi and went to my room to rest.
An hour later, the girlfriends left, and we ate dinner. Olivia smiled at me, and I asked her, "Why were your friends laughing at me?"
She grinned, "Joel, they weren't laughing AT you. All three thought that you were a stud... They were thankful that you helped us with school stuff, and... they were impressed by your looks. Two said they'd like to date you if I were not into you."
I grinned, "Girl, thanks for the compliment. What did you answer?"
She blushed and glanced at her parents, listening to our discussion, "I told them that we were cousins, so I wouldn't date you even if I wanted. Don't be surprised if you see Bella here one of these days trying to flirt with you..."
"Olivia, what would YOU do in my place if it happened?"
"I don't know. I am not a guy. But if you want my advice, avoid Bella at all costs; she is pretty but can be a real bitch. Nancy's look is less attractive, but she is much nicer..."
I grinned, "Thank you. I'll consider your recommendation. By the way, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. For example, I find YOU very pretty, but as you said, we are cousins..."
Her face became red beet, "Stop it. You are just saying it. You don't mean it!"
I raised my hand, "Scout's honor!"
Emily and Dave laughed, and Olivia blushed again and left the table. Emily whispered, "Joe, I think Olivia is fond of you, and she is embarrassed about it."
I gazed at her parents, "Guys, you were very nice to me. I feel like you were my original family, but it's time I find my own place. I'll visit often, but it's time to leave the nest and move on."
Dave stared, "Joel, with your current salary, you can rent a decent apartment. If you need a loan or extra help, let me know."
Emily had tears in her eyes, "It's not fair. We love you, and you desert us. What about your meals and laundry? And you promised to give me a massage when I need it..."
I smiled, "Emily, I love all of you, but it's time for me to grow up. And whenever you want a massage, call me; I promise to come ASAP."
Two weeks later, I moved to a tiny apartment. I bought used furniture and essential appliances - A bed, desk, a couple of chairs, a TV, fridge and a washing & drier machine. Within a week, I felt good living there.
Dave and Emily visited me a couple of times in the first two months and helped improve my home - They assisted with curtains, rugs, and decorations. I owed them a lot!
Olivia came to visit a week after I moved in. She said she needed help with biology, but I suspected it was an excuse to see me. Later, she found reasons to come at least once every two weeks.
I once asked her, "Remember you mentioned to me the names Bella and Nancy? How are they doing these days?"
"I told them that you moved away to a new apartment. Bella grinned and said that it was for the best. She'd find an excuse to visit and seduce you."
"And what did you say to her?"
"I told her that I changed my mind. I AM interested..." Olivia blushed.
I stared at Olivia, "Was it an excuse to get her off my shoulders?"
She whispered, "No..."
I hugged her, "Olivia, I love you like a sister. You are terrific, body and soul. However, you are my cousin and not 18 yet..."
"Joel, you said I am pretty. Why is being a cousin a big issue?"
"Olivia, life is not always fair. Your parents accepted me as their own son. How can I betray them and date their minor child?"
"Joe, in Australia, you are a minor if you are not 18, but sex is permitted at age 16..."
"Olivia, please, discuss the issue with your parents. I'd hate to feel they did everything for me, and I repay them by having sex with their very young daughter."
She stared at me with tears in her eyes, "You are a liar. You don't love me. I hate you!" and then she left.
I hadn't seen them for a week, and one day, Emily called me, "Joe, we miss you. Can you come for a nice dinner on Friday? And it's not just a courtesy invitation; I'd like another back rub."
"Emily, why wait for Friday? I leave home in ten minutes and massage you. Please free the single bed in the guest room and cover it with clean towels. "
I arrived 15 minutes later.
Emily was alone in the house, "Dave watches a game on TV at his friend's, and Olivia is with Nancy. I tried to grab a tray from a high shelf and stretched my back. When I do certain movements, I have spasms..."
"Emily, as long as there is no fracture or sprain, a gentle massage can help. I'll stay here, and you go to the guest room, put the avocado oil I bought last time on the dresser, and remove your shirt. Lie down on your tummy, and I'll join you once you are ready." I washed my hands with warm water.
She hesitated for a moment, and then she left. Five minutes later she called me.
Emily was on her abdomen with her blouse off. Her bra was unclasped. I moved in front of her head, poured some oil on my palms, and rubbed them to warm the oil. Then I gently massaged her shoulders. When I started, she seemed tense, but shortly afterward, her muscles relaxed, and I moved down to her upper back. Despite my limited experience, I could feel some knots near her scapulae. I rubbed them gently and slowly descended to her lower back, my body moving closer to her head.
Her smooth skin was soft to the touch. She moaned her pleasure and moved her hands from her sides to above her head, giving me access to the sides of her back and waist. I could see her side boob crushed against the mattress. It looked great.
My prick began engorging. Not having sex for a long time was the main trigger. I reached her waist, and my hands massaged the sides of her back lightly, occasionally touching her side boobs lightly. Her moans became louder, and her upper torso moved up slightly. I wasn't sure what it meant. I moved closer to her and concentrated on her lower back. And then I felt my groin touching her hands. I froze for a second. She didn't react, so I continued massaging her back, but my pecker was growing harder in my pants.
I started moving half-circularly with both my hands, from her upper back to her sides and waist, and repeating it. I touched Emily's side boobs one more time. She sighed and lifted her chest further. By now, except for the nipples, most of her breasts were visible.
Suddenly I felt her fingers touching my groin. Not knowing if it was intentional, I continued massaging her back. I felt her fingers trailing gently on my erect cock. I was aroused but didn't know what to do. I continued rubbing her back, gradually moving my palms more and more to her sides.
Emily whispered, "Joe, what are we doing?"
I whispered back, "I have no idea. I am so sorry..."
She raised her head, glanced at my tented pants, and then at my flushed face, "Joe, you should go home now. Thank you for the pleasurable massage. Everything else better never leave this room."
I drove back home thinking I was a horny moron. This family treated me exceptionally well, and I was responsible for Olivia's feelings toward me and Emily's body abuse. What a jerk!... I could hardly sleep the night.
The following morning I saw a text from Emily, 'Don't forget about dinner at 6:30 pm."
I was relieved. Even if Emily wasn't happy with my behavior, she was not ready to sever our connection...
I showed up for dinner with a bouquet of red and white roses for Emily and smirked at Dave, "Sorry mate, but she is prettier than you."
Dave laughed, "I know it. Why do you think I married her?"
Olivia laughed, "And what about me?"
"Sorry, Olivia, but the salary I get from your father is enough for only a dozen flowers. Next time you invite me, I'll bring YOU flowers."
As I was talking, I peeked at Emily. Her face was reddish. She didn't speak.
As usual, the meal was delicious. I said, "Emily, if I were richer, I'd hire you as a cook. Your food is the best I've eaten, and I include The States too..."
"Joe, it was a regular meal, but these days you don't visit as much. I bet you eat only junk food at work and home."
"I don't make my food. I buy simple things in the supermarket, and most of the time, I survive on hamburgers and hot dogs. This is what young people my age eat in America, so I am OK with it."
Emily looked into my eyes, "I'll invite you for dinner more often."
The next day at work, I discovered that Dave had given me a raise of 20%...
On Tuesday, I got a call from Emily, "Joe, I hate to bother you, but my back spasms returned. Can you use your magic hands on my suffering back again?"
"Emily, are you sure you want it?"
"Yes, Joe, I am. But let's do it in your apartment."
"Emily, I like you a lot and would love to massage your back, but remember what happened last time..."
"Joe, leave it to me."
She showed up at my house with a skirt and a short sleeve blouse. She was breathing hard. I led her to my bed which was already covered with hot towels, "Remove your blouse and lie down with your back uncovered. I'll be in the other room, and bring warm oil."
When I was back, Emily was on her tummy without a bra. I began with her shoulders which felt much more relaxed than last time. I moved to her back and could not find any knots this time. She groaned, and her back lifted. She leaned on her elbows as I approached her lower back. When I reached her waist, she raised her chest further. I noticed her face was directed at my groin, which caused my cock to twitch. She smiled, and her torso moved up again.
Her last move caused me to make an extra effort to reach her lower back. I noticed her tits were now bouncing freely before me. Her face was now inches from my tumescent pecker.
She grinned, and her right palm touched the bulge on my pants. She whispered, "Joe, I think we both feel the same. Don't you think we need to do something about it?"
I stopped my massage and backed, "Emily, as you can see, I am very tempted to play with you. You are beautiful. But I cannot do it to Dave. Until now, he was so good to me. I just can't. Having sex with you will be my best experience, but I'll hate myself afterward. Please, try to understand..."
She gazed at me momentarily. It reminded me of her daughter's look when I refused her advances... Then she mumbled, "Joe, you are a good man. I am frustrated now, but I understand. Let's forget about it. It will never happen again. Please visit us as often as you wish. Dave and I and...Olivia will be happy with your company."
How she said it sounded as if she knew about Olivia's crush, perhaps even about her trying to seduce me... I grinned, "Emily, of course. I'd love to visit."
I continued working for Dave for many years, advancing to become his vice president. Dave began talking about retiring early and traveling in his free time.
During these years, I had two girlfriends. The first one lasted for five months. She was pretty but too childish - Addicted to her cellphone and liked dancing provocatively in bars. With my second girlfriend, I stayed for six years, but then she moved to England.
One day in my ninth year, my secretary notified me that a call awaited me. I picked up the phone. My mother cried, "Joe, yesterday your father suffered a massive heart attack. According to his doctor, his prognosis is poor. Please come home."
I went to Dave's house and thanked everybody for everything they had done for me over the years. I left them the house I bought three years earlier, and said goodbye. I promised to keep in touch.
The next day I was on my way to America. When I arrived, my father was already dead. Mom was wearing a baggy robe. Her eyes were red from crying, and her hair was disheveled.
I could not recognize Megan, my sister. When I left, she was a childish girl whom the tooth ferry visited quite often... Now she was a gorgeous young woman with all the right curves! I was stunned. I looked at her and laughingly asked how many surgeries she had to look like that. She blushed and said that she never had any. I kissed her cheek, and she hugged me tight, "Joe, I missed you so much..."
At the funeral, I walked with my mother to my right and my sister to my left. The service was longer than I wanted it to be, but with a father that was very important to so many in the community, I should have expected it.
When we returned home, I stayed with Mom and Megan at the house.
Several days later, Dad's lawyer contacted us about his last Will. There were close to one billion dollars in all his accounts. Dave, who 'adopted' me, received $2,000,000; an additional $5,000,000 went to Dad's alma mater. I got the business. Dad also left me a short message, 'Joe, if you get this letter, it means I am incapacitated or dead. I know that you did a great job with Dave. I trust you'll do well as the head of the company I built. Please take care of your Mom and sister; they never forgave me that you left America because of me. Love you, Dad.'
I had tears in my eyes. Why couldn't we separate amicably when he was alive? This kind of closure left a bitter taste in my mouth.
In the next few weeks, I asserted control of the board. I learned about the company from two members and then used some ideas we implemented in Australia to improve our distribution. I wanted to macro manage the company, unlike my Dad, who was a micromanager. The company was doing well, and I started delegating important sections to senior members.
Megan moved back to her college dorm two days after the funeral, and I had little time to talk to her. Before she left, I kissed her cheek, and we agreed to meet again soon and fill each other in with our 9 years of separation.
Only Mom and I remained in our big house. During my working hours, she was alone. Before Dad died, she was used to being alone until the evening hours when Dad came home. Now there was nobody to relieve her sorrow until I showed up. I tried to be home earlier than usual In the first two weeks and talk to her. She didn't bother dressing up, stayed in her robe all day, and seemed distant and aloof.
After two weeks, I decided it was time for her to start living again. I came home, hugged her, and said, "Mom, I am sorry that Dad died prematurely, but it's time to go on. Dad wouldn't want you to give up on living a normal life. Dress up; I take you out to a restaurant. I made a reservation already."
"Honey, I appreciate your efforts to cheer me up, but I am not in the mood and not hungry either."
"Mom, I didn't ASK you to join me. I TOLD you to come with me! If you are not hungry, that's OK; sit down with me, have a glass of wine, and we'll talk while you watch me eat."
She smiled (The first smile I had seen since I arrived home!), "Joe, stop the charade. Your intention is commendable, but I am not ready yet."
"Mom, I don't care. I am the man of the house now, and you do what I tell you!"
She laughed, "Look, even if I agree to go, people will see on my face that I cry often. I can't get out like that."
"Mom, have you heard about the newest invention - Makeup? Your face looks pretty as ever, and except for mild reddish puffiness, nobody can tell that you are not an elegant lady going to a restaurant with her gigolo..."
She chuckled, "Joe, you are terrible! This is not the way to talk to your mother..."
"We leave in half an hour, so please dress up appropriately. I want you to wear the black dress; It's my favorite."
"Honey, this dress is too much. Let me wear simpler clothes."
"Mom, if you don't wear the dress I like, I'll buy you a Burka tomorrow! I want other guests to see me with an attractive woman, which we both know you are... I want them to be jealous of me."
She grinned, "OK, I'll do it, but remember you are making me do things against my will. That is not nice."
"Mom, you are right. I am a bad son, but I love you."
Mom was ready 40 minutes later. She looked amazing in the tight black dress. Her voluptuous figure did not change much in almost ten years! I went to her and kissed her forehead. Her body odor and the perfume she was using reminded me of my old obsession with her. My penis stirred... Luckily she didn't notice.
The whole time I drove to the restaurant, we didn't talk. Mom's eyes were closed. I stared at her cleavage. It emphasized the top of her ample breasts. She looked fantastic and ten years younger than her age. A long line of people was waiting to get in at the door. Our table was ready. As we walked to a far corner, I watched a couple of men ogling Mom. I was proud of her!
We sat down, and I ordered a Bottle of Chardonnay. Mom gazed at the other tables. Everybody was busy eating and chatting except for two men and a woman who continuously glanced in our direction. I told Mom they suspected her to be a cougar and me, her lover. She laughed. I couldn't care what the reason was; I'd make her happy and forget for a short time everything else!
The waiter came with the wine and poured it for us. I lifted my glass, saying, "Cheers!" Mom took a big gulp and sighed. Soon the menu arrived. "Mom, I order a salad and steak. What do you want?" She looked at the menu and selected another salad and coffee. When the waiter disappeared, she continued sipping the wine. By the time the salad arrived, her glass was empty.
We finished the salad, and I gazed at her, "Did you like your salad?"
She smiled, "Yes, I did, but now I suddenly feel more hungry than before..."
"Sorry, Mom, but you said you were not hungry, so I didn't bring enough money for something else..."
"Stop it! Please order for me the lobster ravioli. I've heard it's their specialty."
"You are right. I ate it once and liked it." Then I filled her wine glass.
After she consumed the first glass, her mood changed. She was looking straight at me and didn't seem sad or anxious. We chatted about Megan's school and me trying to fill Dad's big shoes at our business.
Once the main dish arrived, I told her I wanted to plan a trip for the two of us. If Megan could take a few days vacation, she could join us.
She looked dreamily at me, "It would be nice. The last time I went on a journey was years ago. I'd love to go to a warm place near the sea with a swimming pool and jacuzzi..."
"I'll check when is a good time to leave the company for a week's vacation. It has to be when we do not need to make big decisions or have an inspection. We'll do it soon. Would you like Hawaii? The Caribbean islands? Another place?"
"Joe, you choose."
"Mom, any dessert?"
"No thanks. I am full. And I drank too much wine..."
I grinned, "I like the alcohol effect on you! You look pretty and seem to feel much better!"
"Are you saying you want me drunk?"
"Mom, if this is what it takes to make you think about fun stuff, then the answer is 'YES'..."
On the way back, Mom was chattier and smiled more than before. I observed her, and all my old memories of being obsessed with her before moving to Australia came back to me...
Arriving home, I opened Mom's door for her. She wobbled mildly. I closed the car and led her to the front door. Once we were inside, I rushed to the bathroom. When I exited, I saw Mom standing in front of the sink with her back to me.
I moved behind her, hugged her tummy, and kissed her head. Her smell had the same effect as before, and my cock began to harden. She put her hands on mine and mumbled, "Joe, I missed you very much when you were away... Sometimes you pretend to be rude, but I know you better."
"Mom, I love you!..."
"I know you do. And by the way, my rear feels you love me too much..."
I whispered, "I am sorry. For years I found you more attractive than any other woman I knew..."
She held my hands tight and didn't let me move, "Tell me the truth. You left for Australia only because Dad was pushing you around or also because of the way you felt about me?"
"...Mom, how did you know?..."
"Honey, Dad always wanted to be the dominant person in the house, and I let him be. But I was aware of my surrounding. I didn't want to say anything because it would have caused more friction. You were 18 and an adult. It was up to you, but as I am sure you recall, I said I loved you. By then, I had already looked at you as a mature man. However, it became clear that two alfa males won't be able to live under the same roof for long..."
She squeezed my hands, "Joe dear, I knew how attracted you were to me from the first time you watched me in my underwear. Dad was the man of the house and my husband. Now he is gone, and you are THE MAN. You inherited his status and responsibilities. You can compare it to a strong lion that rises to power after the former lion is out of the picture. Your food and perhaps other benefits will be served, but you must ensure your family's safety."
"Mom, Do I understand correctly the undertone of your speech?..."
"Honey, why do I hold you and not let you leave when your hard organ pokes my backside?..."
Hearing Mom's rationale, I was surprised, confused, and highly aroused... Yet this unexpected turnout of events occurred following a significant amount of wine consumption by both of us.
I turned her around gently, looked into her eyes, and said, "Mom, I love you too much to do anything that both of us may regret later. Let's sleep it over, get sober and talk about it tomorrow."
She grinned, "I like to see you are a mature young man who thinks with his UPPER brain. You passed your first test. It's a weekend. I'll prepare your breakfast at 9 am, and afterward, we'll have our serious discussion. Good night darling." She kissed my cheek and went to her bedroom.
For over an hour, I couldn't fall asleep. Mom's words rang in my ear nonstop. Was it a BS due to her inebriated state? Did she test my resolve? Could it really be what she believed in and was ready to accomplish?!... The latter sounded more like my ultimate fantasy than what Mom would say!
I woke up at 8:30, smelling fresh coffee. My morning Woody reminded me of the previous night's discussion. I went to the bathroom, shaved, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. I took my time, waiting for my erection to subside.
I dressed in a tee shirt and shorts and saw Mom's back. She was making my eggs. I hugged her from behind and kissed her hair. She chuckled, "Good morning, honey. Let's sit down and eat breakfast before I start feeling something stiff against my butt again."
We ate quietly, now and then looking into the other's eyes and smiling.
We finished. I gazed at her, "This was a perfect breakfast. Thank you."
"Joe, if my memory is still intact, you used to kiss my cheek after each meal. Was your food not good enough, or you forgot your manners?"
I laughed, stood up, moved behind her chair, and kissed her cheek, "Mom, thank you for making me a tasty breakfast."
She turned her chair around, stood on her toes, and kissed my lips gently, "Joe, now neither of us is under the influence. Any questions?..."
"Yes. May I kiss you the way I always fantasized?"
"I told you that you are the man of the house, and I meant it. You have all the benefits your father had. As long as you use them wisely, and do not abuse them, I'll stay here with you and let YOU make all the important decisions. And If you are still in awe of the new reality, your responsibilities include keeping the company successful, taking care of house bills, renovations, parties, charities, trips, etc. Your benefits will include meals, laundry, cleaning, and if you are interested... intimate relations too."
I glanced at her for a long moment, "Mom, as I said a thousand times already. I love you not just as a Mom but as a desired woman. But I will not force myself on you because you decided I 'deserve' ALL my father's privileges!"
She grinned, "Darling, I am amazed. You are so smart and practical, yet you don't understand women. I do not see permitting you to use my body as a sacrifice. You are young, handsome, and love me. Last night I was as horny as you. Do I really have to beg you to have sex with me?..."
I couldn't take it anymore. I approached her, lifted her chin gently, and kissed her luscious lips. They tasted like a combination of coffee and eggs... My tongue licked her upper lip, and she spread her lips for me. My tongue penetrated her hot mouth and befriended her trembling tongue. I hugged her tightly. We stood like that for a minute, reveling in our new intimate love.
Her breasts poked my chest, and my dick began to stir. Mom placed her hand on my tent and caressed it lovingly. My pecker responded by jolting up and hardening faster than before. Soon it pushed against my zipper, asking to be free. Her fingers fumbled with the zipper, and soon I felt my zipper carefully open up. Her palm rubbed it through my underwear, and then she lowered it and touched the exposed pole.
She tried to surround my girth with her hand, but her small hand barely covered 3/4 of the circumference. She gasped at its size. Her soft touch sent me to a higher level of arousal, and my hand found her covered busty boobs. I kneaded them. Mom extended her chest toward me and moaned. It was becoming too hot and uncomfortable.
"Mom, it's time to go to bed."
"You are right. Let me go to my bathroom. You can use the one down the hall. Please, I prefer the bedroom to be dark, at least the first time."
I took my time in the bathroom. I felt that Mom was concerned about me finding flaws in her body, so I gave her ample time to undress and be under the covers before I joined her.
Indeed, when I entered her bedroom, she was already covered up to her neck with the light blanket. I could barely see her face. She was in the dark for a few minutes, and I was sure her eyes already adjusted accordingly. Unlike her, I was proud to display my body. I undressed slowly, giving her time to explore every part of me. When I took off my briefs, I heard her gasp again. My 7.5" stiff member pointed to the ceiling, ready for action.
I planned to enter the bed, but Mom's hand grasped my shaft, and she whispered, "Stay right there."
She caressed the shaft and mumbled, "Last time I saw you naked was many years ago. Back then, it was tiny. Now it's so big and smooth. I can feel the veins. It's a beautiful one!"
Her touch felt very erotic, and soon a drop of precum appeared on top. She giggled, "Nice of you to let me taste you." She leaned forward and licked it, "It's very mild!". Then she kissed the soft head. It felt awesome!
Her lips spread wide, and she was able to wrap them around the head. By now, my eyes accommodated to the dark, and I saw her mouth enveloping my rod, gradually letting more of it inside. My cock was pressed between her palate and her moist tongue. It was extremely pleasurable. I pinched myself to be sure I wasn't dreaming...
The deeper my organ entered her mouth, the more aroused I became.
I didn't want to cum in her mouth. Not the first time!
I whispered, "Mom, I want to be in bed with you. Please." She reluctantly freed my cock, and I joined her. Under the blanket, it was warm and cozy. She came closer to me, and her tits crushed into my chest. I French-kissed her as my hand massaged her firm breast, slowly moving toward her hard nipple. When my fingers touched it, she groaned in my mouth. Her mouth disengaged from mine, and she mumbled, "My nipples are very sensitive. Honey, take it easy, or I'll cum by you playing with my tits..."
Her now-so-familiar smell felt like a potent aphrodisiac. I needed to escape her upper body, or I'd climax prematurely!
I gently sucked on her closest breast, and my hand moved to her mound. Her trimmed bush hair was very soft and pleasant. My fingers trailed further down to her moist labia. She spread her thighs for me, giving me better access to her love nest.
As I continued milking her tit, I moved downward between her legs. Next, my face began moving south. I took a short stop at her concave navel and licked it. Then I continued until my mouth was facing her cunt. The odor of her juices was mixed with that of floral soap. I liked it. A lot! I licked her folds lightly, and Mom started moaning. Her hands pushed my head deeper into her pussy. My tongue touched her puffy clit once, and she shuddered. She began whimpering, and her body continued quivering. She underwent a massive orgasm with my face against her vulva. I continued licking her labia; now and then, my tongue penetrated slightly inside her vagina, and other times stroked her clitty. Her climax continued the whole time my tongue was playing with her genitals. After ten minutes, I slowed down and moved back to her side, gently caressing her sweaty body. Her breathing and heart rate gradually normalized. I kissed her lips and whispered, "Mom, I love you now more than ever!"
Her eyes were still closed, but I saw a smile on her face, "Son, I love you even more!".
Then she opened her eyes, "Thank you. I needed it. I was hungry for you. But now it's your turn. What is your wish?"
"I want to feel your whole body against mine. I want to have sex with you. Now!"
She grinned, "You are a big boy. I am sure you can find the hole to insert your monster into... But, again, be gentle with me. The last time I had sex with your father was six months ago, and his cock was thinner than yours..."
"Mom, I'll be as patient as possible unless you ask me differently."
I mounted between Mom's shapely legs, let the tip of my prick touch the entrance, and stopped there. By now, my eyes were well-adjusted to the dark background, and I could see quite clearly almost everything. Her full tits sagged only a little and had perfect form. Her flat tummy appeared feminine rather than muscular. The soft bush hair was trimmed as I dreamed it would be. Just staring at her breathtaking body made me regain my erection.
Her labia were soaked from her previous climax and anticipation of my tool penetrating her. I caressed Mom's breasts lightly and gingerly inserted the tip of my cock into her hole.
It was unbelievably tight! I was surprised. After all, Megan and I came out through this opening, meaning it got dilated significantly at least twice. It was many years ago, but still!...
I progressed slowly, blessing the abundant lubrication juices along the way. Mom was moaning softly, and her hands clutched to my waist. I leaned forward, kissed her lips, and my lower body continued in a snail-pace advance. After what felt like ten years, most of my prick was inside her. Her hands began pulling me deeper into her body. At last, my sac touched her perineum. What a relief!
I waited a few seconds and started gentle in-and-out movement, kneading her hard nipples. Her groans increased, and she began to counter my moves with her pelvis. It felt fantastic. The slow pace was mainly for Mom's sake but also to prevent me from cumming too early.
Two minutes passed, and her breathing quickened. Mom's mouth opened, searching for air. Little cries escaped her mouth, and she tried to make me pound her faster. I did not cooperate and continued at a slow pace.
She cried, "Joe, I am OK. Do it faster."
"No, Mom. I promised to be cautious and take it easy. If you want to change your request, ask nicely and tell me what you want me to do!"
She was silent momentarily, still trying her best to force me to move faster, but to no avail, "Joe, please, enough with the games. I am very close. Let me cum again!"
"Not yet, Mom. As you said before - I am the man of the house, and I make the rules. If you want something, you better learn to say the words I want to hear!"
She cried helplessly, "Joe, please, PLEASE! Fuck me hard. I want you to shove your huge cock inside my cunt and give me my orgasm. P L E A S E."
I whispered in her ear, "That's better, Mom. I love you, and I'll comply with your request."
And then I knelt, put her open legs on my shoulders, and started pounding her enlarged pussy at an increasing rate. Minutes later, her body launched into a series of powerful convulsions, and short screams were heard every time my pecker hit her cervix. I continued stroking mercilessly, feeling that my climax was fast approaching.
I whispered, "Mom, I am going to cum in your cunt... Take it NOW!" Jet after jet was ejected into her womb as she was screaming her lungs out. Despite dilating gradually around my girth, her tunnel was very tight, and the enhanced friction felt like no other orgasm I had ever had! Of course, knowing the woman underneath me was my mother made it extra special!
After My intense climax subsided, I gradually slowed down my pace. She continued her prolonged climax for another minute, and then her body began relaxing. Her eyes were shut, her nasal ali opened every breath, and her pulse was still in the 100th.
With her eyes closed, fifteen minutes later, Mom came closer and hugged me tightly. She whispered, "That was the most intense 'trip' I ever had in my lifetime! If that was how I felt the first time with you, I wonder what I will go through in the future..."
I kissed her lips lightly, "Mom, we have all the time in the world. If you are nice, there is no limit to the fun we can have together."
She opened her eyes and said lovingly, "Son, you really are the man of the house!"
Six months ago, I turned 18. My father, Harold, owns a large shipping company and makes a ton of money. Mom is a laid-back homemaker who likes to watch soap operas on TV. I have a 10-year-old sister, Megan, who is in fifth grade.
In a few months, I'll be finishing high school. I always did well in class and had As or Bs in every subject, but I had enough studying. My father insisted I continue to college to become a physician, lawyer, or engineer, but I was fed up. I wanted to join his company as an employee and climb through the ranks. He said, "Son, the company will be yours one day, but you need higher education. I don't care what you choose, computers, business, even history, but only graduating high school is a sign of failure in life!"
I looked at Mom. She stayed quiet and let Dad and me decide. Dad kept pushing me about the subject, and I tried to stay in my room as much as possible to avoid these bitter arguments.
Frequently my door opened, and my little sister showed her funny missing-teeth face to ask my advice or chat with me. I didn't like disappointing her and did my best to accommodate her wishes.
In summary, I was miserable and didn't see a way out.
One day my uncle, Dave, came to visit. He was my father's younger brother. Many years ago, he moved to Sidney, Australia, with his wife and daughter, and like his older brother, started a small shipping business.
He heard Dad and me fighting and said, "Joel, I agree with your father. Basic knowledge beyond high school is a good thing. A college degree usually means a higher salary for whatever you choose later in life. However, if you want to come to Sidney, live with my family, and make your decision there, I'll be happy to have you as a son in my home."
A week later, I gathered Dad, Mom, and Megan and told them I decided to accept Uncle Dave's offer and move with him to Australia. I've read articles about the lives of Americans who moved to Australia and thought I wanted a similar experience.
Dad's face was a mixture of anger and disappointment, "Joel, I've heard about a small number of individuals who succeeded in life without a college degree, but the vast majority needed that. You are an adult now, and it's up to you to make your decisions. I hope you'll never regret this one!"
Later Megan came crying into my room, "Joel, I love you, and you don't love me anymore... You go as far away from me as possible. I'll never see you again!"
I caressed her hair, "Bunny-face, I do love you and promise to visit you often."
Mom hugged and kissed me, "Joe, you are leaving a loving and caring family. You are moving to a foreign country. You'll still speak the same language, but the mentality and customs are very different. I love you and will miss you a lot. Can I do something to change your mind?"
Mom was another issue I tried unsuccessfully to suppress. I was obsessed with her for quite some time. On my 18 birthday, I got a new Toyota from my parents. The following day I tested it and liked it a lot. After the test drive, I entered their bedroom to thank them. Dad was at work while Mom sat in front of her mirror with a soft sheer bra and low-cut panties. I stopped in my tracks. Never before I saw her in underwear, she always made sure that she had at least a robe on her. She looked fantastic - Her long brown hair was loose, framing her pretty face nicely. But her bra-covered large breasts...
She smiled at me, "Joe, do you need something?"
I approached her, kissed her cheek, and whispered, "Thanks for the new car."
I left the room, and the sight of her full tits never left my mind. I was obsessed! Continue living in this house, seeing Mom every day, and knowing that only Dad was privileged to watch and touch these gorgeous orbs was too much!...
One day after graduating high school, I flew to Australia to my family's chagrin. My relationship with my father was, how shall I say it, unresolved... But I knew I'd miss my mother. My sister, well, I loved her in a certain way, but her clinching to me and following me were annoying.
Meeting Emily, Dave's wife, and their daughter, Olivia, was exciting. The last time I met them was years ago. Emily looked somewhat older and gained weight but was friendly as before. Olivia grew up to be a pretty 17-year-old.
The first week I spent learning my way around the neighborhood, touring the city, and understanding the Australian accent. The following week I asked Dave to teach me the basics of shipping. I began working on a delivery truck a short time later. It was a challenging job - The summer sun was hot and unrelenting. Driving for eight hours on hot days was torture, but I told myself I should take it as a man since it was my choice. Initially, Dave paid me like every other low-wage employee on his payroll, but six months later, he notified me that I did an excellent job and gave me a bonus. I asked him how he knew about my performance. He laughed, "Joel, before you came here, I had a long discussion with your father. He told me that you were stubborn like many other teenagers. However, he thought you were bright and could do a good job if motivated.
I didn't have much hope, but I'd do ANYTHING for my family, so I let you start the hard way. Every two months, I get feedback from the regional supervisors and my clients about our deliveries. Among the five employees in your area, you were the only one I did not hear complaints about. You delivered on time; the products were in good shape, and no returns. Joel, You are an excellent worker, and I would like to promote you to a supervisor in a different area instead of George, who's retiring by the end of the month." I thanked him. After the promotion, I got my own small office and could avoid the scorching sun except when another delivery guy was sick or had a vacation.
Emily was friendly to me in their house, and treated me even better than if I were her son. She never bothered me or asked for my help. I had to beg her to let me help around the house. One day I saw her rubbing her shoulders and asked her what was the problem. She smiled, "Oh, it's nothing. I am getting older. I tried to carry a heavy load of laundry to the basement and hurt my shoulders and back."
I pointed the finger at her, "Emily, I was a football player in school and am fairly strong. Please sit down and let me massage your shoulders."
She smiled at me, "Joe, you help us a lot. You don't have to do it. My discomfort will be gone in three days."
"Emily, I don't care about you at all. If your body hurts, I know you won't be able to cook the meals I like..."
Emily chuckled, "You are a good boy but a terrible liar... OK, I'll sit down and let you rub my aching muscles."
I never learned how to do a proper massage, so I rubbed her shoulders the way I thought she might feel better. Moments later, her shoulders relaxed, and she leaned backward, purring, "It feels so good... I feel like a queen."
I did it for ten minutes and blurted, "From now on, you call me to do heavy work around the house. I earn money outside the home, but I need to justify the food and laundry I get here.
Emily grinned, "You silly boy, we love you and will do the same for our son. And thank you for the great massage. One of these days, I may ask you to repeat it."
"Sounds good, but next time it's better if you lie down on your tummy, and I'll do the shoulders and back with a special oil."
In my first weeks at their home, Olivia and I interacted little. She was at school until the afternoon and later texted her girlfriends for hours. One day during dinner, she seemed upset and almost crying. Emily asked her about it, and Olivia responded, "Our crazy biology teacher gave us an assignment that nobody knows how to handle. I'll fail his class!"
I said, "Olivia, let me look at it. I was doing well in biology. Maybe I can help."
"Joel, I appreciate it, but I doubt you can help. Our teacher is a crabby old man who loves to be in control and embarrass students in class..."
"Olivia, I believe you, but we have nothing to lose, so let me try."
After dinner, Olivia dumped a notebook and a thick book on my bed, and smirked, "Well, genius, if you can do anything about it, I'll be happy."
I looked at it. In class, the pupils learned about cell structure and basic physiology. The assignment was to determine how heart, stomach, and skin cells adjust to their respective tissues. The project was easy because we studied cell biology in America. And, nowadays, much of the data one can find on Google.
I sat with Olivia and patiently explained each part of her assignment. She was still furious about her teacher, so she resisted and tried to find flaws in my answers. But later, she came to me, kissed my cheek, and smiled, "Joel, you really are a genius! Thanks for the help. I owe you one."
"Olivia, I am older than you and was a good student at school. If you need help with study material, feel free to ask me. Sometimes I will be able to help you."
After that day, Olivia started warming up to me. Several days later, I came from work and saw her with three girlfriends in the living room. They saw me and began to giggle. I was too tired to pay attention. I said hi and went to my room to rest.
An hour later, the girlfriends left, and we ate dinner. Olivia smiled at me, and I asked her, "Why were your friends laughing at me?"
She grinned, "Joel, they weren't laughing AT you. All three thought that you were a stud... They were thankful that you helped us with school stuff, and... they were impressed by your looks. Two said they'd like to date you if I were not into you."
I grinned, "Girl, thanks for the compliment. What did you answer?"
She blushed and glanced at her parents, listening to our discussion, "I told them that we were cousins, so I wouldn't date you even if I wanted. Don't be surprised if you see Bella here one of these days trying to flirt with you..."
"Olivia, what would YOU do in my place if it happened?"
"I don't know. I am not a guy. But if you want my advice, avoid Bella at all costs; she is pretty but can be a real bitch. Nancy's look is less attractive, but she is much nicer..."
I grinned, "Thank you. I'll consider your recommendation. By the way, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. For example, I find YOU very pretty, but as you said, we are cousins..."
Her face became red beet, "Stop it. You are just saying it. You don't mean it!"
I raised my hand, "Scout's honor!"
Emily and Dave laughed, and Olivia blushed again and left the table. Emily whispered, "Joe, I think Olivia is fond of you, and she is embarrassed about it."
I gazed at her parents, "Guys, you were very nice to me. I feel like you were my original family, but it's time I find my own place. I'll visit often, but it's time to leave the nest and move on."
Dave stared, "Joel, with your current salary, you can rent a decent apartment. If you need a loan or extra help, let me know."
Emily had tears in her eyes, "It's not fair. We love you, and you desert us. What about your meals and laundry? And you promised to give me a massage when I need it..."
I smiled, "Emily, I love all of you, but it's time for me to grow up. And whenever you want a massage, call me; I promise to come ASAP."
Two weeks later, I moved to a tiny apartment. I bought used furniture and essential appliances - A bed, desk, a couple of chairs, a TV, fridge and a washing & drier machine. Within a week, I felt good living there.
Dave and Emily visited me a couple of times in the first two months and helped improve my home - They assisted with curtains, rugs, and decorations. I owed them a lot!
Olivia came to visit a week after I moved in. She said she needed help with biology, but I suspected it was an excuse to see me. Later, she found reasons to come at least once every two weeks.
I once asked her, "Remember you mentioned to me the names Bella and Nancy? How are they doing these days?"
"I told them that you moved away to a new apartment. Bella grinned and said that it was for the best. She'd find an excuse to visit and seduce you."
"And what did you say to her?"
"I told her that I changed my mind. I AM interested..." Olivia blushed.
I stared at Olivia, "Was it an excuse to get her off my shoulders?"
She whispered, "No..."
I hugged her, "Olivia, I love you like a sister. You are terrific, body and soul. However, you are my cousin and not 18 yet..."
"Joel, you said I am pretty. Why is being a cousin a big issue?"
"Olivia, life is not always fair. Your parents accepted me as their own son. How can I betray them and date their minor child?"
"Joe, in Australia, you are a minor if you are not 18, but sex is permitted at age 16..."
"Olivia, please, discuss the issue with your parents. I'd hate to feel they did everything for me, and I repay them by having sex with their very young daughter."
She stared at me with tears in her eyes, "You are a liar. You don't love me. I hate you!" and then she left.
I hadn't seen them for a week, and one day, Emily called me, "Joe, we miss you. Can you come for a nice dinner on Friday? And it's not just a courtesy invitation; I'd like another back rub."
"Emily, why wait for Friday? I leave home in ten minutes and massage you. Please free the single bed in the guest room and cover it with clean towels. "
I arrived 15 minutes later.
Emily was alone in the house, "Dave watches a game on TV at his friend's, and Olivia is with Nancy. I tried to grab a tray from a high shelf and stretched my back. When I do certain movements, I have spasms..."
"Emily, as long as there is no fracture or sprain, a gentle massage can help. I'll stay here, and you go to the guest room, put the avocado oil I bought last time on the dresser, and remove your shirt. Lie down on your tummy, and I'll join you once you are ready." I washed my hands with warm water.
She hesitated for a moment, and then she left. Five minutes later she called me.
Emily was on her abdomen with her blouse off. Her bra was unclasped. I moved in front of her head, poured some oil on my palms, and rubbed them to warm the oil. Then I gently massaged her shoulders. When I started, she seemed tense, but shortly afterward, her muscles relaxed, and I moved down to her upper back. Despite my limited experience, I could feel some knots near her scapulae. I rubbed them gently and slowly descended to her lower back, my body moving closer to her head.
Her smooth skin was soft to the touch. She moaned her pleasure and moved her hands from her sides to above her head, giving me access to the sides of her back and waist. I could see her side boob crushed against the mattress. It looked great.
My prick began engorging. Not having sex for a long time was the main trigger. I reached her waist, and my hands massaged the sides of her back lightly, occasionally touching her side boobs lightly. Her moans became louder, and her upper torso moved up slightly. I wasn't sure what it meant. I moved closer to her and concentrated on her lower back. And then I felt my groin touching her hands. I froze for a second. She didn't react, so I continued massaging her back, but my pecker was growing harder in my pants.
I started moving half-circularly with both my hands, from her upper back to her sides and waist, and repeating it. I touched Emily's side boobs one more time. She sighed and lifted her chest further. By now, except for the nipples, most of her breasts were visible.
Suddenly I felt her fingers touching my groin. Not knowing if it was intentional, I continued massaging her back. I felt her fingers trailing gently on my erect cock. I was aroused but didn't know what to do. I continued rubbing her back, gradually moving my palms more and more to her sides.
Emily whispered, "Joe, what are we doing?"
I whispered back, "I have no idea. I am so sorry..."
She raised her head, glanced at my tented pants, and then at my flushed face, "Joe, you should go home now. Thank you for the pleasurable massage. Everything else better never leave this room."
I drove back home thinking I was a horny moron. This family treated me exceptionally well, and I was responsible for Olivia's feelings toward me and Emily's body abuse. What a jerk!... I could hardly sleep the night.
The following morning I saw a text from Emily, 'Don't forget about dinner at 6:30 pm."
I was relieved. Even if Emily wasn't happy with my behavior, she was not ready to sever our connection...
I showed up for dinner with a bouquet of red and white roses for Emily and smirked at Dave, "Sorry mate, but she is prettier than you."
Dave laughed, "I know it. Why do you think I married her?"
Olivia laughed, "And what about me?"
"Sorry, Olivia, but the salary I get from your father is enough for only a dozen flowers. Next time you invite me, I'll bring YOU flowers."
As I was talking, I peeked at Emily. Her face was reddish. She didn't speak.
As usual, the meal was delicious. I said, "Emily, if I were richer, I'd hire you as a cook. Your food is the best I've eaten, and I include The States too..."
"Joe, it was a regular meal, but these days you don't visit as much. I bet you eat only junk food at work and home."
"I don't make my food. I buy simple things in the supermarket, and most of the time, I survive on hamburgers and hot dogs. This is what young people my age eat in America, so I am OK with it."
Emily looked into my eyes, "I'll invite you for dinner more often."
The next day at work, I discovered that Dave had given me a raise of 20%...
On Tuesday, I got a call from Emily, "Joe, I hate to bother you, but my back spasms returned. Can you use your magic hands on my suffering back again?"
"Emily, are you sure you want it?"
"Yes, Joe, I am. But let's do it in your apartment."
"Emily, I like you a lot and would love to massage your back, but remember what happened last time..."
"Joe, leave it to me."
She showed up at my house with a skirt and a short sleeve blouse. She was breathing hard. I led her to my bed which was already covered with hot towels, "Remove your blouse and lie down with your back uncovered. I'll be in the other room, and bring warm oil."
When I was back, Emily was on her tummy without a bra. I began with her shoulders which felt much more relaxed than last time. I moved to her back and could not find any knots this time. She groaned, and her back lifted. She leaned on her elbows as I approached her lower back. When I reached her waist, she raised her chest further. I noticed her face was directed at my groin, which caused my cock to twitch. She smiled, and her torso moved up again.
Her last move caused me to make an extra effort to reach her lower back. I noticed her tits were now bouncing freely before me. Her face was now inches from my tumescent pecker.
She grinned, and her right palm touched the bulge on my pants. She whispered, "Joe, I think we both feel the same. Don't you think we need to do something about it?"
I stopped my massage and backed, "Emily, as you can see, I am very tempted to play with you. You are beautiful. But I cannot do it to Dave. Until now, he was so good to me. I just can't. Having sex with you will be my best experience, but I'll hate myself afterward. Please, try to understand..."
She gazed at me momentarily. It reminded me of her daughter's look when I refused her advances... Then she mumbled, "Joe, you are a good man. I am frustrated now, but I understand. Let's forget about it. It will never happen again. Please visit us as often as you wish. Dave and I and...Olivia will be happy with your company."
How she said it sounded as if she knew about Olivia's crush, perhaps even about her trying to seduce me... I grinned, "Emily, of course. I'd love to visit."
I continued working for Dave for many years, advancing to become his vice president. Dave began talking about retiring early and traveling in his free time.
During these years, I had two girlfriends. The first one lasted for five months. She was pretty but too childish - Addicted to her cellphone and liked dancing provocatively in bars. With my second girlfriend, I stayed for six years, but then she moved to England.
One day in my ninth year, my secretary notified me that a call awaited me. I picked up the phone. My mother cried, "Joe, yesterday your father suffered a massive heart attack. According to his doctor, his prognosis is poor. Please come home."
I went to Dave's house and thanked everybody for everything they had done for me over the years. I left them the house I bought three years earlier, and said goodbye. I promised to keep in touch.
The next day I was on my way to America. When I arrived, my father was already dead. Mom was wearing a baggy robe. Her eyes were red from crying, and her hair was disheveled.
I could not recognize Megan, my sister. When I left, she was a childish girl whom the tooth ferry visited quite often... Now she was a gorgeous young woman with all the right curves! I was stunned. I looked at her and laughingly asked how many surgeries she had to look like that. She blushed and said that she never had any. I kissed her cheek, and she hugged me tight, "Joe, I missed you so much..."
At the funeral, I walked with my mother to my right and my sister to my left. The service was longer than I wanted it to be, but with a father that was very important to so many in the community, I should have expected it.
When we returned home, I stayed with Mom and Megan at the house.
Several days later, Dad's lawyer contacted us about his last Will. There were close to one billion dollars in all his accounts. Dave, who 'adopted' me, received $2,000,000; an additional $5,000,000 went to Dad's alma mater. I got the business. Dad also left me a short message, 'Joe, if you get this letter, it means I am incapacitated or dead. I know that you did a great job with Dave. I trust you'll do well as the head of the company I built. Please take care of your Mom and sister; they never forgave me that you left America because of me. Love you, Dad.'
I had tears in my eyes. Why couldn't we separate amicably when he was alive? This kind of closure left a bitter taste in my mouth.
In the next few weeks, I asserted control of the board. I learned about the company from two members and then used some ideas we implemented in Australia to improve our distribution. I wanted to macro manage the company, unlike my Dad, who was a micromanager. The company was doing well, and I started delegating important sections to senior members.
Megan moved back to her college dorm two days after the funeral, and I had little time to talk to her. Before she left, I kissed her cheek, and we agreed to meet again soon and fill each other in with our 9 years of separation.
Only Mom and I remained in our big house. During my working hours, she was alone. Before Dad died, she was used to being alone until the evening hours when Dad came home. Now there was nobody to relieve her sorrow until I showed up. I tried to be home earlier than usual In the first two weeks and talk to her. She didn't bother dressing up, stayed in her robe all day, and seemed distant and aloof.
After two weeks, I decided it was time for her to start living again. I came home, hugged her, and said, "Mom, I am sorry that Dad died prematurely, but it's time to go on. Dad wouldn't want you to give up on living a normal life. Dress up; I take you out to a restaurant. I made a reservation already."
"Honey, I appreciate your efforts to cheer me up, but I am not in the mood and not hungry either."
"Mom, I didn't ASK you to join me. I TOLD you to come with me! If you are not hungry, that's OK; sit down with me, have a glass of wine, and we'll talk while you watch me eat."
She smiled (The first smile I had seen since I arrived home!), "Joe, stop the charade. Your intention is commendable, but I am not ready yet."
"Mom, I don't care. I am the man of the house now, and you do what I tell you!"
She laughed, "Look, even if I agree to go, people will see on my face that I cry often. I can't get out like that."
"Mom, have you heard about the newest invention - Makeup? Your face looks pretty as ever, and except for mild reddish puffiness, nobody can tell that you are not an elegant lady going to a restaurant with her gigolo..."
She chuckled, "Joe, you are terrible! This is not the way to talk to your mother..."
"We leave in half an hour, so please dress up appropriately. I want you to wear the black dress; It's my favorite."
"Honey, this dress is too much. Let me wear simpler clothes."
"Mom, if you don't wear the dress I like, I'll buy you a Burka tomorrow! I want other guests to see me with an attractive woman, which we both know you are... I want them to be jealous of me."
She grinned, "OK, I'll do it, but remember you are making me do things against my will. That is not nice."
"Mom, you are right. I am a bad son, but I love you."
Mom was ready 40 minutes later. She looked amazing in the tight black dress. Her voluptuous figure did not change much in almost ten years! I went to her and kissed her forehead. Her body odor and the perfume she was using reminded me of my old obsession with her. My penis stirred... Luckily she didn't notice.
The whole time I drove to the restaurant, we didn't talk. Mom's eyes were closed. I stared at her cleavage. It emphasized the top of her ample breasts. She looked fantastic and ten years younger than her age. A long line of people was waiting to get in at the door. Our table was ready. As we walked to a far corner, I watched a couple of men ogling Mom. I was proud of her!
We sat down, and I ordered a Bottle of Chardonnay. Mom gazed at the other tables. Everybody was busy eating and chatting except for two men and a woman who continuously glanced in our direction. I told Mom they suspected her to be a cougar and me, her lover. She laughed. I couldn't care what the reason was; I'd make her happy and forget for a short time everything else!
The waiter came with the wine and poured it for us. I lifted my glass, saying, "Cheers!" Mom took a big gulp and sighed. Soon the menu arrived. "Mom, I order a salad and steak. What do you want?" She looked at the menu and selected another salad and coffee. When the waiter disappeared, she continued sipping the wine. By the time the salad arrived, her glass was empty.
We finished the salad, and I gazed at her, "Did you like your salad?"
She smiled, "Yes, I did, but now I suddenly feel more hungry than before..."
"Sorry, Mom, but you said you were not hungry, so I didn't bring enough money for something else..."
"Stop it! Please order for me the lobster ravioli. I've heard it's their specialty."
"You are right. I ate it once and liked it." Then I filled her wine glass.
After she consumed the first glass, her mood changed. She was looking straight at me and didn't seem sad or anxious. We chatted about Megan's school and me trying to fill Dad's big shoes at our business.
Once the main dish arrived, I told her I wanted to plan a trip for the two of us. If Megan could take a few days vacation, she could join us.
She looked dreamily at me, "It would be nice. The last time I went on a journey was years ago. I'd love to go to a warm place near the sea with a swimming pool and jacuzzi..."
"I'll check when is a good time to leave the company for a week's vacation. It has to be when we do not need to make big decisions or have an inspection. We'll do it soon. Would you like Hawaii? The Caribbean islands? Another place?"
"Joe, you choose."
"Mom, any dessert?"
"No thanks. I am full. And I drank too much wine..."
I grinned, "I like the alcohol effect on you! You look pretty and seem to feel much better!"
"Are you saying you want me drunk?"
"Mom, if this is what it takes to make you think about fun stuff, then the answer is 'YES'..."
On the way back, Mom was chattier and smiled more than before. I observed her, and all my old memories of being obsessed with her before moving to Australia came back to me...
Arriving home, I opened Mom's door for her. She wobbled mildly. I closed the car and led her to the front door. Once we were inside, I rushed to the bathroom. When I exited, I saw Mom standing in front of the sink with her back to me.
I moved behind her, hugged her tummy, and kissed her head. Her smell had the same effect as before, and my cock began to harden. She put her hands on mine and mumbled, "Joe, I missed you very much when you were away... Sometimes you pretend to be rude, but I know you better."
"Mom, I love you!..."
"I know you do. And by the way, my rear feels you love me too much..."
I whispered, "I am sorry. For years I found you more attractive than any other woman I knew..."
She held my hands tight and didn't let me move, "Tell me the truth. You left for Australia only because Dad was pushing you around or also because of the way you felt about me?"
"...Mom, how did you know?..."
"Honey, Dad always wanted to be the dominant person in the house, and I let him be. But I was aware of my surrounding. I didn't want to say anything because it would have caused more friction. You were 18 and an adult. It was up to you, but as I am sure you recall, I said I loved you. By then, I had already looked at you as a mature man. However, it became clear that two alfa males won't be able to live under the same roof for long..."
She squeezed my hands, "Joe dear, I knew how attracted you were to me from the first time you watched me in my underwear. Dad was the man of the house and my husband. Now he is gone, and you are THE MAN. You inherited his status and responsibilities. You can compare it to a strong lion that rises to power after the former lion is out of the picture. Your food and perhaps other benefits will be served, but you must ensure your family's safety."
"Mom, Do I understand correctly the undertone of your speech?..."
"Honey, why do I hold you and not let you leave when your hard organ pokes my backside?..."
Hearing Mom's rationale, I was surprised, confused, and highly aroused... Yet this unexpected turnout of events occurred following a significant amount of wine consumption by both of us.
I turned her around gently, looked into her eyes, and said, "Mom, I love you too much to do anything that both of us may regret later. Let's sleep it over, get sober and talk about it tomorrow."
She grinned, "I like to see you are a mature young man who thinks with his UPPER brain. You passed your first test. It's a weekend. I'll prepare your breakfast at 9 am, and afterward, we'll have our serious discussion. Good night darling." She kissed my cheek and went to her bedroom.
For over an hour, I couldn't fall asleep. Mom's words rang in my ear nonstop. Was it a BS due to her inebriated state? Did she test my resolve? Could it really be what she believed in and was ready to accomplish?!... The latter sounded more like my ultimate fantasy than what Mom would say!
I woke up at 8:30, smelling fresh coffee. My morning Woody reminded me of the previous night's discussion. I went to the bathroom, shaved, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. I took my time, waiting for my erection to subside.
I dressed in a tee shirt and shorts and saw Mom's back. She was making my eggs. I hugged her from behind and kissed her hair. She chuckled, "Good morning, honey. Let's sit down and eat breakfast before I start feeling something stiff against my butt again."
We ate quietly, now and then looking into the other's eyes and smiling.
We finished. I gazed at her, "This was a perfect breakfast. Thank you."
"Joe, if my memory is still intact, you used to kiss my cheek after each meal. Was your food not good enough, or you forgot your manners?"
I laughed, stood up, moved behind her chair, and kissed her cheek, "Mom, thank you for making me a tasty breakfast."
She turned her chair around, stood on her toes, and kissed my lips gently, "Joe, now neither of us is under the influence. Any questions?..."
"Yes. May I kiss you the way I always fantasized?"
"I told you that you are the man of the house, and I meant it. You have all the benefits your father had. As long as you use them wisely, and do not abuse them, I'll stay here with you and let YOU make all the important decisions. And If you are still in awe of the new reality, your responsibilities include keeping the company successful, taking care of house bills, renovations, parties, charities, trips, etc. Your benefits will include meals, laundry, cleaning, and if you are interested... intimate relations too."
I glanced at her for a long moment, "Mom, as I said a thousand times already. I love you not just as a Mom but as a desired woman. But I will not force myself on you because you decided I 'deserve' ALL my father's privileges!"
She grinned, "Darling, I am amazed. You are so smart and practical, yet you don't understand women. I do not see permitting you to use my body as a sacrifice. You are young, handsome, and love me. Last night I was as horny as you. Do I really have to beg you to have sex with me?..."
I couldn't take it anymore. I approached her, lifted her chin gently, and kissed her luscious lips. They tasted like a combination of coffee and eggs... My tongue licked her upper lip, and she spread her lips for me. My tongue penetrated her hot mouth and befriended her trembling tongue. I hugged her tightly. We stood like that for a minute, reveling in our new intimate love.
Her breasts poked my chest, and my dick began to stir. Mom placed her hand on my tent and caressed it lovingly. My pecker responded by jolting up and hardening faster than before. Soon it pushed against my zipper, asking to be free. Her fingers fumbled with the zipper, and soon I felt my zipper carefully open up. Her palm rubbed it through my underwear, and then she lowered it and touched the exposed pole.
She tried to surround my girth with her hand, but her small hand barely covered 3/4 of the circumference. She gasped at its size. Her soft touch sent me to a higher level of arousal, and my hand found her covered busty boobs. I kneaded them. Mom extended her chest toward me and moaned. It was becoming too hot and uncomfortable.
"Mom, it's time to go to bed."
"You are right. Let me go to my bathroom. You can use the one down the hall. Please, I prefer the bedroom to be dark, at least the first time."
I took my time in the bathroom. I felt that Mom was concerned about me finding flaws in her body, so I gave her ample time to undress and be under the covers before I joined her.
Indeed, when I entered her bedroom, she was already covered up to her neck with the light blanket. I could barely see her face. She was in the dark for a few minutes, and I was sure her eyes already adjusted accordingly. Unlike her, I was proud to display my body. I undressed slowly, giving her time to explore every part of me. When I took off my briefs, I heard her gasp again. My 7.5" stiff member pointed to the ceiling, ready for action.
I planned to enter the bed, but Mom's hand grasped my shaft, and she whispered, "Stay right there."
She caressed the shaft and mumbled, "Last time I saw you naked was many years ago. Back then, it was tiny. Now it's so big and smooth. I can feel the veins. It's a beautiful one!"
Her touch felt very erotic, and soon a drop of precum appeared on top. She giggled, "Nice of you to let me taste you." She leaned forward and licked it, "It's very mild!". Then she kissed the soft head. It felt awesome!
Her lips spread wide, and she was able to wrap them around the head. By now, my eyes accommodated to the dark, and I saw her mouth enveloping my rod, gradually letting more of it inside. My cock was pressed between her palate and her moist tongue. It was extremely pleasurable. I pinched myself to be sure I wasn't dreaming...
The deeper my organ entered her mouth, the more aroused I became.
I didn't want to cum in her mouth. Not the first time!
I whispered, "Mom, I want to be in bed with you. Please." She reluctantly freed my cock, and I joined her. Under the blanket, it was warm and cozy. She came closer to me, and her tits crushed into my chest. I French-kissed her as my hand massaged her firm breast, slowly moving toward her hard nipple. When my fingers touched it, she groaned in my mouth. Her mouth disengaged from mine, and she mumbled, "My nipples are very sensitive. Honey, take it easy, or I'll cum by you playing with my tits..."
Her now-so-familiar smell felt like a potent aphrodisiac. I needed to escape her upper body, or I'd climax prematurely!
I gently sucked on her closest breast, and my hand moved to her mound. Her trimmed bush hair was very soft and pleasant. My fingers trailed further down to her moist labia. She spread her thighs for me, giving me better access to her love nest.
As I continued milking her tit, I moved downward between her legs. Next, my face began moving south. I took a short stop at her concave navel and licked it. Then I continued until my mouth was facing her cunt. The odor of her juices was mixed with that of floral soap. I liked it. A lot! I licked her folds lightly, and Mom started moaning. Her hands pushed my head deeper into her pussy. My tongue touched her puffy clit once, and she shuddered. She began whimpering, and her body continued quivering. She underwent a massive orgasm with my face against her vulva. I continued licking her labia; now and then, my tongue penetrated slightly inside her vagina, and other times stroked her clitty. Her climax continued the whole time my tongue was playing with her genitals. After ten minutes, I slowed down and moved back to her side, gently caressing her sweaty body. Her breathing and heart rate gradually normalized. I kissed her lips and whispered, "Mom, I love you now more than ever!"
Her eyes were still closed, but I saw a smile on her face, "Son, I love you even more!".
Then she opened her eyes, "Thank you. I needed it. I was hungry for you. But now it's your turn. What is your wish?"
"I want to feel your whole body against mine. I want to have sex with you. Now!"
She grinned, "You are a big boy. I am sure you can find the hole to insert your monster into... But, again, be gentle with me. The last time I had sex with your father was six months ago, and his cock was thinner than yours..."
"Mom, I'll be as patient as possible unless you ask me differently."
I mounted between Mom's shapely legs, let the tip of my prick touch the entrance, and stopped there. By now, my eyes were well-adjusted to the dark background, and I could see quite clearly almost everything. Her full tits sagged only a little and had perfect form. Her flat tummy appeared feminine rather than muscular. The soft bush hair was trimmed as I dreamed it would be. Just staring at her breathtaking body made me regain my erection.
Her labia were soaked from her previous climax and anticipation of my tool penetrating her. I caressed Mom's breasts lightly and gingerly inserted the tip of my cock into her hole.
It was unbelievably tight! I was surprised. After all, Megan and I came out through this opening, meaning it got dilated significantly at least twice. It was many years ago, but still!...
I progressed slowly, blessing the abundant lubrication juices along the way. Mom was moaning softly, and her hands clutched to my waist. I leaned forward, kissed her lips, and my lower body continued in a snail-pace advance. After what felt like ten years, most of my prick was inside her. Her hands began pulling me deeper into her body. At last, my sac touched her perineum. What a relief!
I waited a few seconds and started gentle in-and-out movement, kneading her hard nipples. Her groans increased, and she began to counter my moves with her pelvis. It felt fantastic. The slow pace was mainly for Mom's sake but also to prevent me from cumming too early.
Two minutes passed, and her breathing quickened. Mom's mouth opened, searching for air. Little cries escaped her mouth, and she tried to make me pound her faster. I did not cooperate and continued at a slow pace.
She cried, "Joe, I am OK. Do it faster."
"No, Mom. I promised to be cautious and take it easy. If you want to change your request, ask nicely and tell me what you want me to do!"
She was silent momentarily, still trying her best to force me to move faster, but to no avail, "Joe, please, enough with the games. I am very close. Let me cum again!"
"Not yet, Mom. As you said before - I am the man of the house, and I make the rules. If you want something, you better learn to say the words I want to hear!"
She cried helplessly, "Joe, please, PLEASE! Fuck me hard. I want you to shove your huge cock inside my cunt and give me my orgasm. P L E A S E."
I whispered in her ear, "That's better, Mom. I love you, and I'll comply with your request."
And then I knelt, put her open legs on my shoulders, and started pounding her enlarged pussy at an increasing rate. Minutes later, her body launched into a series of powerful convulsions, and short screams were heard every time my pecker hit her cervix. I continued stroking mercilessly, feeling that my climax was fast approaching.
I whispered, "Mom, I am going to cum in your cunt... Take it NOW!" Jet after jet was ejected into her womb as she was screaming her lungs out. Despite dilating gradually around my girth, her tunnel was very tight, and the enhanced friction felt like no other orgasm I had ever had! Of course, knowing the woman underneath me was my mother made it extra special!
After My intense climax subsided, I gradually slowed down my pace. She continued her prolonged climax for another minute, and then her body began relaxing. Her eyes were shut, her nasal ali opened every breath, and her pulse was still in the 100th.
With her eyes closed, fifteen minutes later, Mom came closer and hugged me tightly. She whispered, "That was the most intense 'trip' I ever had in my lifetime! If that was how I felt the first time with you, I wonder what I will go through in the future..."
I kissed her lips lightly, "Mom, we have all the time in the world. If you are nice, there is no limit to the fun we can have together."
She opened her eyes and said lovingly, "Son, you really are the man of the house!"
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