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Huge VII: Chris' Weekend from College 
by Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)

***

Chris, our well endowed hero, goes home from college 
for the weekend. He's not too happy when he's coerced 
into meeting his mom's boyfriend. But Chris cheers up 
when he gets to "meet" the boyfriend's daughters and 
ex-wife. (MF, inc, size)

***

Chris checked the mileage sign alongside the 
interstate. He was twenty miles from home and running 
right on time. Assuming that his mother, Heather, 
wouldn't be late, he should arrive home at about the 
same time she got there from work. Chris had been at 
college for several weeks and this was his first trip 
home since the school year had begun. 

He reached down and adjusted his oversized cock into a 
more comfortable position. Every time he thought about 
his mom his cock would surge with hot blood. "Take it 
easy, boy," he said to his dick, "we'll be there in a 
few minutes. "

Thirty minutes later, Chris grinned as he pulled his 
Jeep into the driveway. His mother's car was there; she 
was already home. He hoped that she wasn't cooking, 
cleaning, on the phone or something, because he was 
horny as hell. Oh, he'd been getting plenty of sex all 
right. His fellow student, the beautiful, blonde 
Cameron, had seen to that. But it had been almost two 
whole days since Chris had nailed Cameron's tight pussy 
or since he'd relieved his sexual tensions in the 
shower.

Chris grabbed his bag from the back of the Jeep and 
headed for the front door. He entered the house and as 
he closed the door, his mother swept into the room. 
"Holy cow," said Chris reverently. His mother was 
dressed in a sheer, lacy, cream colored gown. Her dark 
hair flowed over her shoulders and generous breasts. 
The fleshy orbs threatened to overwhelm the gown's 
shirred cups and spaghetti straps. One shapely leg was 
exposed by a side slit in the gown that ran all the way 
to her waist. The tiniest of string panties covered her 
shaved pussy. Heather was only in her mid-thirties. 
Chris had been born when Heather was sixteen, and she 
could still be described as stunning and gorgeous. 

"Oh, do you like this?" she asked innocently as she ran 
a fingernail down the exposed skin of one luscious 
breast and across its barely concealed nipple. 

In answer, Chris dropped his bag, crossed over to his 
mother and put his hands on her waist. "You look 
fantastic, as usual," he said. He kissed her lightly on 
the lips, and then drew her closer into his arms. He 
pressed his lips solidly to hers and slipped his tongue 
in her mouth.

Heather responded by twining her slim arms about his 
neck and kissing him back just as hard. Her breasts 
pillowed on his chest. They kissed hungrily until they 
were both breathless. Chris stepped back and tore at 
his clothing without taking his eyes off his mother's 
enticing figure. Heather smoothly removed her gown and 
panties as she watched her son's body reveal itself. 
Chris was tall, good looking and athletic. He was 
always playing one sport or another and he had the 
physique to prove it. His broad shoulders and well 
muscled torso led down to a narrow waist and then onto 
sculpted thighs and calves. 

But it was hard to appreciate his big muscles and 
practically zero body-fat when Chris' huge cock was in 
view. It jutted from his groin in an obscene display of 
masculine power. He moved to his mother and, supporting 
her back in his arm, he bent her over and kissed her 
mouth hard. Sliding his free hand across her stomach, 
Chris dipped his finger into her pussy. She was already 
wet and more than prepared for his cock, but he was 
willing to delay his pleasure for a bit. He withdrew 
his finger and used it to massage the stiff little lump 
that was her clit. Heather moaned as her hands grasped 
at the hard muscles of his back, chest and arms. Her 
fingernails raked at his skin as she shuddered in 
orgasm.

Heather was still quaking with her cum when Chris 
grasped her firm buttocks in both hands and lifted her 
into the air. "Chris!" she shrieked in surprise as she 
scrabbled at his shoulders in fear of falling. She 
pulled herself forward and buried his face in her tits. 
With her legs spread around his hips, Chris eased his 
mother onto his cock. 

Heather was hardly a small woman, but Chris held her 
aloft and pounded her cunt as if she were an inflatable 
doll. "Yeah, fuck me, baby," she said as she maneuvered 
to stuff a nipple into his mouth. 

Chris' body was beginning to glisten with sweat when 
his overheated cock erupted up into his mother's 
clasping pussy. The hot blast of cum triggered another 
orgasm in Heather as mother and son clung to one 
another. 

Chris heaved his mother off his still hard cock and 
swept her up in his arms. He carried her into the 
bathroom and put her on her feet on the tiled floor of 
the shower. His prodigious cum output was oozing down 
their legs.

"Well I won a little bet that I made with myself," 
Heather said as she turned on the water. 

"What's that?" asked Chris. 

"I bet that we wouldn't make it out of the living room 
before you had your way with me. I'm just glad that you 
got the door closed first," she said laughing. 

"You shouldn't be wearing lingerie in the middle of the 
afternoon if you don't want your sex starved boy to act 
that way," he said.

"Oh, I got the reaction I wanted," she said as she took 
a generous amount of liquid soap and lathered up Chris' 
still rampant cock. "But what do you mean, sex starved? 
I bet you've been nailing coeds left and right." She 
emphasized her words by clamping her hands hard around 
his massive meat. 

"Maybe one or two," said Chris. He took advantage of 
his mom's hands by swinging his hips so that she was 
rubbing his sensitive cock head. Heather bent over a 
bit and trapped Chris' dick between her firm tits. He 
loved the soapy silken feel of her skin on his cock-
head. He had to be careful about his stroke; he didn't 
want to bang his dick against his mom's chin. The sap 
grew hotter in his groin, but instead of accelerating 
the motion of his hips into another gushing cum, Chris 
grew still so that his cock-head was engulfed by his 
mom's luscious breasts. "Jiggle your tits, Mom," he 
urged her.

Heather laughed. "We haven't done that in a while," she 
said, looking up into his eyes. She placed her hands on 
either side of her generous tits and began to work them 
in opposite directions. She alternated jiggling with 
grinding and short, soft stroking. She watched as Chris 
closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. She loved 
putting her son through this sexual agony. 

To Chris, it felt as if his dick were being pressurized 
with hot cum. The tingle at the tip of his cock grew 
and faded depending on his mother's whim. But the 
teasing couldn't go on forever. Soon, his cock exploded 
in a fountain of cum. The stuff shot in spurts from 
Heather's cleavage. She laughed and giggled as the 
creamy stuff sprayed her face and neck.

They truly showered clean at that point. After drying 
one another off with fluffy towels, Chris and Heather 
went to the kitchen. Chris snacked on a sandwich and a 
glass of milk as she sipped on a diet cola. "So how's 
it going with Dr. Don," asked Chris around a mouth full 
of turkey and bread. She had been dating a medical 
doctor named Donald Czelosonkowski. Chris was a little 
jealous, but he knew that he couldn't expect his mother 
to put her personal life on hold for him for ever. 

"Don and I are doing just find, thank you," said 
Heather. "In fact it's time for you to meet him and his 
family. He wants us to come to his home for the 
weekend." 

Chris rolled his eyes and stuffed the last of his 
sandwich into his mouth. 

"Oh come on, honey. Both of his daughters will be 
there. Faith's a sexy little thing, but I haven't met 
the older girl yet," she said. "Who knows, it might be 
a chance for you to actually woo a girl instead of 
jumping right into bed with her."

Chris washed down his turkey with a large gulp of milk. 
Leaning back in his chair, he belched loudly. He 
grinned at his mother's look of disgust and said, 
"Well, I might be persuaded, as long as you guarantee 
that the good doctor has a couple of babes for 
daughters."

Heather arose and dropped the towel that she had been 
wearing since their escapade in the shower. Chris 
hadn't even bothered to cover up. As Heather 
approached, his cock reared up from between his legs, 
fresh and eager as ever. She straddled her son's thighs 
and eased the bulbous head of his cock between her 
pussy lips. "The younger daughter is very cute, and I'm 
sure that the older one is as well," said Heather. "And 
let me give you a tip. It's bad form to talk about 
other women when you've got your big cock sunk into a 
hot pussy."

"Yes ma'am," said Chris with a grin as he shoved long 
inches of hard meat into his mom. 

They left for Dr. Don's house the next morning after a 
light breakfast. He lived outside of town in a rural 
area. They took Heather's Lexus and set out on the 
four-lane out of town. Soon, they were on a wide two-
lane road through the suburbs, and then after driving 
miles on a narrow country road Chris turned onto the 
doctor's drive. He and Heather went up Don's driveway, 
which ran beside a small stream for nearly a half mile, 
until the pavement widened into a parking area. "He 
must own a lot of property," said Chris, maneuvering 
the Lexus into a parking spot. 

"Several hundred acres," said Heather. "It's been in 
his family for years."

Chris had stopped the car in front of a sizable home. 
Its architecture reflected the mountain that it 
fronted. The building had a rock walled first floor, 
and a wood shingled upper floor with a deck that 
stretched outward from a glass wall. Chris saw the good 
doctor arise from a chair on the deck and disappear 
from view. A few seconds later, Don was striding across 
the parking area. The doctor was a slim man, slightly 
above average height, with dark hair that had a hint of 
gray. He had sharp features and tight lipped smile.

"Hello, how's it going?" Don asked as they emerged from 
the car. 

"Fine," said Chris, exchanging a firm handshake with 
the doctor. "You have a heck of a house." 

"Thank you," said Don. "My great-grandparents bought 
this entire mountain, years ago." He gestured to the 
tree covered land rising behind the house. "The house 
was originally a hunting lodge. Of course, it's been 
remodeled a few times since then."

Chris and Don pulled the bags from the car. They 
entered the house through the downstairs entrance. 
Turning down a hallway, Don said, "One good thing about 
this place is that there's no lack of guest rooms." He 
gestured to a door on his right. "Chris, you take that 
room, and Heather, you can stay down here." He took a 
few steps down the hall and turned into another 
doorway. 

Chris entered the small guest room. It was just big 
enough for a bed, a dresser and a wardrobe. Chris threw 
his bag on the bed. He heard Don's voice from the 
hallway. "Chris, when you're ready, we're going to have 
some rolls and coffee on the deck."

"OK," said Chris. He went into the utilitarian bathroom 
to relieve himself. The door to the bathroom was 
sprung, and after a couple of tries to close it, he 
just left it partially open. 

Leaving his room, Chris went down the hall and then up 
a broad flight of stairs to the upper floor. There was 
a huge open space here. To his right was a large 
fireplace, surrounded by chairs and sofas. Straight 
ahead there was a dining table large enough for twenty 
people, and beyond that was a glass wall with a sliding 
door that led onto the deck. To his left was a kitchen 
where Don and Heather were loading up a couple of trays 
with coffee and plates of pastry. Chris followed them 
onto the deck and helped himself to the food. Sitting 
on a comfortable old wooden rocker, he took in the 
view. He could look right down into the valley through 
which he and his mother had driven to get here. 

The trio made chit-chat for several minutes until Chris 
heard some footsteps and a young lady appeared in the 
doorway. Chris perked up immediately. The girl had 
dark, straight hair that fell almost to her shoulders. 
She had dark eyes and full lips and a deliciously 
compact body with full breasts and well muscled thighs. 
She was showing it all off as well, by wearing a skin 
tight top and shorts. 

"Well, well, look who's up before noon," said Don in a 
mock-surprise voice. 

"Oh Dad," said the girl, rolling her eyes. "Hi, 
Heather," she said to the older woman.

"Morning, Faith," said Heather. She gestured to Chris. 
"This is my son, Chris."

Chris stood and stuck out his hand. "Hi," he said.

Faith took his hand and gave Chris an appraising gaze. 
"Hey, how's it going," she said.

Faith wolfed down a couple of cinnamon rolls and a cup 
of coffee while the small talk continued. When she was 
through eating, she turned to Chris and said, "I'm 
going cycling to burn off some of this sugar and 
calories. Want to come along? I'm sure the old folks 
want us out of the way." She smiled slyly at her father 
and Heather.

When the outraged protests from Don and Heather died 
away, Chris said, "My bike riding skills are a little 
rusty, but it sounds good to me."

Faith led the way down the steps from the deck to the 
driveway. She stopped in front of a long garage and 
punched a sequence of numbers on a keypad. The doors of 
the garage rumbled open, revealing several cars. Chris' 
eyes widened in appreciation. The good doctor owned a 
Mercedes as well as a Porsche and a military Humvee. In 
fact, it was the first civilian Humvee that Chris had 
seen that looked as if it was actually used off-road. 
In contrast to the pristine cleanliness of the other 
two cars, the Humvee had muddy tires and the bodywork 
was dirty and scratched. 

Faith followed his gaze and said, "We drive ol' 
Nellybelle on the mountain. It's hard to keep clean." 

"Nellybelle?" asked Chris.

"Dad told me where that name came from but I don't 
remember," Faith said. She had stopped in front of 
several bikes that were racked neatly on the wall. She 
heaved a trail bike off its perch and put it on the 
ground, pushing it at Chris. "One for you," she said. 
She pulled another bike off the wall for herself and 
then took a couple of helmets off a shelf. She handed 
one of the helmets to Chris. When he fumbled at the 
buckle, she said, "Let me help you with that." She 
settled the helmet on his head and reached upward to 
fasten the strap under his chin. 

Chris thoroughly enjoyed her scent as Faith worked. 
When she finished he gave her a sincere smile and said, 
"Thanks." 

They locked eyes for a moment and then Faith proceeded 
to show him how to adjust the seat and how to shift the 
gears on the bike. They coasted down the length of the 
drive and stopped at the public road. Faith pointed to 
her left and said, "We could go this way and take a 
couple of back roads. It's pretty flat." She pointed to 
her right. "Or we could go up the mountain and come 
back down on our property. It's a tougher ride." She 
said the last part with a smile and a challenge in her 
tone. 

Chris couldn't resist that of course. "I could use a 
good workout. Let's go up the mountain."

"OK," said Faith, and she pedaled off. 

The road rose on a gentle grade for a mile, but then it 
took a sharp curve and steepened considerably. Chris 
had to hunt for the proper gear and by that time Faith 
had pulled in front by twenty yards. Chris stood up on 
the pedals in order to pull even. He rode beside Faith 
for a while, and then the road became steeper once 
again. Once more, Chris had to hunt for a lower gear. 
Faith had moved up the road and Chris was beginning to 
feel the strain. He was in good shape, but he wasn't 
used to cycling. He had to ignore the burn in his leg 
muscles and the sweat that was beginning to soak his 
tee shirt. He locked his gaze on the muscular sway of 
Faith's shapely ass as she pedaled along. No longer 
trying to catch her, he settled for simply maintaining 
the distance between them.

Just when Chris was convinced that his thighs were 
going to melt down and that this little slice of hell 
would never end, Faith pulled off the road onto the 
gravel verge. He stopped beside her, breathing heavily. 
Exposing his well muscled torso, he pulled up the end 
of his shirttail and used it to wipe the sweat off his 
face. 

"Congratulations," said Faith. She sounded a bit winded 
herself. 

"On what, staying alive?" asked Chris. He couldn't help 
but notice that she had sweated through her top. He 
could clearly see the outline of her bra through the 
damp material.

"I think you're the first guy I ever brought up here 
who didn't have to stop, or didn't whine about the pace 
all the way," she said with a laugh. 

"At least it'll be an easy ride back down," Chris said, 
looking back over his shoulder at the sloping road they 
had just covered.

"Don't bet on it," she said with a mischievous grin. 
And with that she turned her bike and plunged off the 
road and into the woods. 

"Oh shit," mumbled Chris as he pushed off in pursuit. 
Despite its steepness, the ride down the mountain 
wasn't much faster than the exhausting ride up had 
been. He followed Faith along a barely discernable 
trail, slipping and sliding in the dirt and the leaves 
all the way. Finally they turned onto an old logging 
road that was little more than a couple of ruts carved 
into the side of the mountain. 

After a while Faith stopped beside a concrete box that 
jutted from the mountainside road bank. Water poured 
from a pipe that emerged from the side of the box near 
its top. Faith reached into a cleft where the bank and 
the box met and pulled out a metal cup. She rinsed it 
out carefully in the stream of water and then after 
filling the cup, she offered it to Chris. 

"Spring water?" asked Chris as he took the cup and 
examined its contents for debris. 

"Yeah," said Faith. "This box is the reservoir and this 
pipe is the runoff. There's another pipe underground 
that feeds water to a cabin just down the road."

Chris downed the cold, refreshing water in a gulp. He 
handed the cup back to Faith who took a drink and then 
offered more water to Chris. "So you have another place 
up here?" he asked as he took the cup.

"It's just a shack really," said Faith. "My dad loans 
it out to his buddies for deer hunting."

They remounted their bikes and continued down the road. 
Almost immediately they came to a nearly level clearing 
about an acre in size. The shack or cabin sat in the 
middle of the open space. The shack looked like someone 
had parked an old travel trailer on the spot and then 
built a room onto it using scrap lumber and tin 
sheeting. The doctor's Humvee, Nellybelle, was parked 
next to the rickety looking structure. 

"Well, look who's here," said Chris. 

"Yeah, I wonder what they're doing up here?" said Faith 
as if she knew that Heather as well as Don were both 
here, and she knew exactly what they were doing. 

"I guess we could go take a peek," said Chris. They 
rode their bikes closer to the cabin, quietly walking 
the last steps. Faith looked in a window and gasped in 
surprise. She motioned to Chris and he looked over her 
head into the window. Heather and Don were completely 
nude and happily humping away on an old metal-framed 
bed. Heather was on her back with her legs spread wide. 
Her hands were on Don's ass, urging him on as he pumped 
away. 

"Wow, look at that," whispered Faith. 

"Yeah," agreed Chris. He put his hands on her shoulders 
and stepped close enough so that his rapidly filling 
dick nudged her ass. 

Don suddenly sat up on his knees. His thick dick waved 
around in the air. It was nowhere near the size of 
Chris' equipment, but it was pretty impressive 
nonetheless. For a second, Chris thought they had 
finished, but then Heather turned over onto her knees. 
Her plush ass waved invitingly and Don plugged right 
in. He grabbed Heather's hips and resumed ravaging her 
steaming cunt. Heather's breasts jiggled and bounced in 
time with his thrusts. 

Chris felt a pressure on his dick and realized that 
Faith was pressing backwards. He began to grind his 
hips against her ass and his cock started to ache, 
filling with hot blood and desire. He wasn't sure how 
Faith would react, but it quickly became clear that 
Faith knew exactly what was going on. In fact, she 
looked over her shoulder and gave him an encouraging 
grin. Chris grinned right back and decided that he 
would take advantage of the situation. Pulling out his 
lengthy cock, he spread his legs wide and lowered his 
crotch, sliding his cock between the silky smooth legs 
of Faith's shorts. She gasped when she saw his dick 
emerge from her crotch. The thing was huge. She had 
seen a few dicks in her young life, but none of them 
approached this size, and this was just the length of 
meat that was protruding from between her legs, never 
mind the part she couldn't see. 

Faith wrapped her fingers around Chris' cock. It took 
both hands order to completely encompass his girth. At 
that point, he drew his cock back and then thrust it 
forward once again. Faith got the idea immediately and 
began to move her hands in time with his plunging dick. 
Her experience with boys told her that it wouldn't be 
long before he would loosen his load. And she certainly 
didn't see anything wrong with taking care of herself 
either. She angled her hips so that Chris's cock was 
pressing the material of her shorts and panties against 
her clit. 

Chris swung his hips in an easy rhythm. This had to be 
his strangest sex act ever. Here he was, watching his 
mom get nailed by her boyfriend, while the boyfriend's 
daughter jerked him off from between her legs. And 
judging by the way she wallowed about on top of his 
cock, it looked as if she was enjoying things too. 

Thick drops of clear, slick liquid pulsed from the end 
of Chris' cock. At first Faith thought that he was 
cumming, but the stuff didn't stop, and his cock was 
certainly stiff as ever. Then she recognized that the 
stuff was actually pre-cum. He was making a steady 
stream of the oily fluid. In fact her hands were bathed 
in it. She quickened her hand-dance and pulled Chris' 
cock-shaft even tighter against her clit. 

"Fuck me, Don. Come on, baby, pound my cunt," Faith 
heard Heather cry out from inside the cabin. 

Yeah, fuck her hard, daddy. Fuck her brains out, 
thought Faith. The smack, smack, smack of their steady 
screwing came through the window. She bent over so as 
to get even more pressure on her clit. She felt the hot 
waves of pressure build and recede in her pussy. A few 
more frantic hip grinds and there it was. The wave that 
built until it crashed over and she was cumming hard, 
her hot breath fogging the window only inches from her 
face. 

Faith was still feeling shudders from her cuntal spasms 
when she heard Chris draw a long breath. He seemed to 
hold it forever and then she felt a warm blast of moist 
air on her neck. She looked down to see a long rope of 
semen erupt from his cock. The head had swollen until 
it looked positively angry. Another rush of cum jetted 
from his cock and landed with a splat against the side 
of the cabin. She milked at his streaming penis with 
both hands. After more cum than she thought possible, 
Faith finally saw a last thumb sized glob of the milky 
stuff drip from Chris' cock-head and fall to the 
ground. 

A minute later the two lovers were quietly back on 
their bikes and headed on down the mountain. Chris saw 
why the Humvee was needed. The road was mostly a series 
of washed out ruts, boulders, mud and loose rock. There 
was no time for conversation as he fought to remain 
upright on the ride back to the house. But at last they 
arrived at the garage. He was putting the bikes back on 
their racks when Faith said, "You know, you're just 
huge, aren't you?"

Chris smiled as he removed his helmet and ran his 
fingers through his thick hair. He assumed she wasn't 
talking about his height. "Yeah, I've been told that," 
he said.

Faith was about to say something else when there was 
the sudden clattering roar of a diesel engine and the 
Humvee, bearing Heather and Don, pulled into the 
garage. Heather stepped lightly from the vehicle and 
smiled at Chris and Faith. "Have a good ride?" she 
asked.

"Yeah, very revealing and...uh...invigorating," said 
Chris. Faith only giggled. 

Don gingerly climbed out of the driver's seat. He 
arched his back and shrugged his shoulders as if he was 
setting his body parts back into place. Apparently, 
Heather had really worked him over. "Well, I'm 
starving," he announced. "I hope everyone is ready for 
lunch."

After everyone cleaned up, Heather and Faith made 
sandwiches. They all went back onto the deck to eat. 
When they finished lunch, a sort of general lethargy 
set in. Faith went to her room, while Chris, Heather 
and Don stayed on the deck in the afternoon sun. 
Heather and Don were having a low voiced conversation, 
and Chris had taken to a lounger for a little nap when 
someone drove up and parked beneath the deck. "There 
they are," said Don. He stood and walked to the top of 
the stairs that led off the deck. 

Chris was drowsy and comfortable where he lay, but he 
stood politely as he heard footsteps coming up the 
stairs. There were cries of greeting from Don and then 
a young couple stepped onto the deck. She was tall and 
slim with dark blonde hair and an engaging smile. 
Heather exchanged a brief handshake with the girl. It 
was evident that they had never met before. She shook 
hands with the guy as Don introduced him. "And this is 
Heather's son, Chris," said Don as he gestured at 
Chris. 

It was all Chris could do to keep his mouth from 
falling open and his eyes from popping out of their 
sockets. The girl was Cameron. She was the girl from 
college that he had been banging on a regular basis. 
"Chris!" Cameron squealed as she bounded across the 
deck and wrapped her arms about his shoulders in a hug. 

"Hi," Chris said, thoroughly confused. He gave her an 
awkward pat on the back.

"I knew that Heather had a son, but I had no idea that 
it was you," Cameron said, grinning.

"Your last name certainly isn't," said Chris, trying to 
sort out his confusion. As far as he knew, her last 
name was Daily.

"Czelosonkowski's too awkward for someone who wants to 
get into show business. I use my mother's maiden name, 
Daily."

"Well, why wouldn't you use it everyday?" asked Chris 
mischievously. That got a groan and shot to the arm 
from Cameron. After everyone marveled at the 
coincidence that Chris and Cameron knew one another, 
but not that they knew their mother and father were 
dating, Chris was introduced to Cameron's fiancé. His 
name was Fred Porter.

Immediately, Chris wondered what Cameron saw in this 
guy. He looked like a nerd who was uncomfortable 
without his business suit. He was maybe an inch shorter 
than Cameron. His dark hair was cut and combed to 
perfection. The navy pinstripe in his button down shirt 
matched his blue slacks. Even his belt and loafers 
matched. 

"Nice to meet you," said Fred as he gave Chris a 
handshake that lasted a bit too long. "Cameron 
mentioned that you and she had worked on a project 
together at school." 

"Yeah, that was exciting," said Chris. Everyone took a 
seat and he and Cameron recounted that little story. He 
had been the unsuspecting dupe in one of those TV 
ambush shows. Cameron had been in on the production. 
The whole thing had very nearly ended badly when Chris 
had to be stopped from beating a man to death. Chris 
had thought that the man had slit Cameron's throat. Of 
course it was all faked and in the end, Cameron had 
seen to it that Chris was well compensated for his 
trouble. 

Later, after a huge dinner and more polite conversation 
than he thought he could bear, Chris found himself 
alone in his room. It was only a bit past eleven, and 
he wasn't feeling sleepy. He turned on the small 
television set that sat on the dresser across his room 
and proceeded to flick through the channels. Stopping 
at one of the movie channels, he watched as a teenaged 
couple groped one another in the backseat of a car. In 
between wet, sloppy kissed, the boy managed to undress 
the well endowed girl down to her bra and panties. His 
hand was slowly creeping up her naked inner thigh when 
they both froze at some mysterious sound. Well, you're 
dead meat, thought Chris. No doubt some monster or 
maniac was about to attack. 

He surfed to the next channel, but his mind was still 
on the hot teens. He began to feel a rise in his jeans. 
"Not a good time to get horny," he told himself. There 
were three perfectly good pussies in the house, but it 
wasn't a good idea for him to make a move toward any of 
them. His mother had probably sneaked upstairs to be 
with Don. Cameron would likely shack up with Fred, 
despite the fact that her father had put them in 
separate rooms. And Chris wasn't entirely sure where, 
in the huge, rambling house, Faith's room was situated, 
and he didn't want to go stumbling about in the dark to 
find it. He was about to settle on a date with Ms. Palm 
and the Finger sisters, when there was a soft tap at 
his door. 

"Come in," he called out. His door opened and his 
mother entered. She was wearing a demure cotton 
nightgown that buttoned at the throat. Locking the 
door, she walked over to the bed where Chris lay. 

"Well, hello," said Chris. "I thought you might be with 
your boyfriend."

She shrugged. "I was with him early this afternoon. In 
fact, I was with him so much, I think he'd be pretty 
well useless tonight."

"Oh, so I'm your backup guy," teased Chris. 

Heather walked over to his bed. She lifted one foot and 
sat it on top of the mattress so that her gown swept 
open behind her upraised leg, revealing that she was 
wearing absolutely nothing underneath. "I didn't think 
you'd mind," she said seductively. 

Chris could see his mother's vaginal lips were already 
puffy with desire. He reached up and sunk his middle 
finger into the sultry wetness of her love canal as his 
thumb swished back and forth on her clit. "No, you know 
I don't mind," he said with an evil grin.

Heather felt her legs going weak with passion. She was 
only a second away from joining her son on the bed when 
there was a knock at the door and someone tried to turn 
the knob. 

"Who's there?" asked Chris, reluctantly withdrawing his 
digit from his mother's pussy.

"It's Faith," came the reply in a stage whisper. 

Heather looked at Chris in a half surprised, half 
amused way. He could only give her an exaggerated shrug 
of the shoulders. "I'll hide in the bathroom," she said 
in a whisper that couldn't carry through the door. 

Just as Chris had found earlier, she couldn't get the 
bathroom door to close. Chris waited until she was 
situated in a darkened corner before he opened the 
bedroom door. Faith entered the room and looked around. 
"Hey," she said. "I thought I heard voices."

"Mmm...I guess it was the TV," Chris said, leaping at 
the obvious lie. He noticed that she was wearing a 
night shirt that looked like an oversized football 
jersey. She certainly wasn't wearing a bra. That was 
evident from the way her pert nipples punctuated the 
numbers.

She smiled shyly at Chris. "I thought we might hook up, 
you know. That was pretty hot this afternoon."

Chris smiled right back. These Czelosonkowski girls 
were nothing if not direct. He closed and locked the 
bedroom door. There was no reason to risk someone else 
joining the party unexpectedly. He knew that his mother 
was probably peeking into the room, about to enjoy 
herself immensely. "Sounds cool to me," he said. 

Pulling Faith by the hand, he sat on the edge of the 
bed and drew her onto his lap. They kissed gingerly at 
first, but as they began to figure who was doing what, 
the kisses gained in intensity. After a couple of 
minutes their tongues were entwined, and their breath 
was hot and heavy as they frenched. Chris' cock began 
to balloon. It felt as if he was actually lifting Faith 
higher in his lap. "I think you're getting a boner," 
she giggled. 

"You know it," said Chris. He cupped her tit and rubbed 
the material of her sleep shirt across her distended 
nipple. She moaned softly and nipped at his lower lip.

Chris' hands grew bolder. He slid his fingers up her 
inner thigh, and she responded by spreading her legs. 
In a second his middle finger was worming its way past 
her vaginal lips and stroking her tight pussy. He made 
sure the heel of his hand ground against her clit. 

"Oh yeah, that's good," moaned Faith. She leaned back 
against his muscular chest and let Chris bring her to a 
surprisingly quick orgasm. 

The more Faith squirmed around in his lap, the more 
Chris became aroused. He brought her to another orgasm, 
his fingers positively dripping with her secretions. "I 
think you're ready for a hot fuck," Chris murmured in 
her ear.

"Mmmm..." Faith agreed.

Chris pulled her shirt over her head and laid it on the 
bed. Naked, Faith moved off his lap and shook her sweet 
ass at Chris from atop the mattress. He quickly dropped 
his shorts to the floor, and his cock sprang into view, 
leaking pre-cum from its swollen head. 

"Oh my God, Chris, it's too big," Faith said in awe. 
Despite what they'd done earlier in the day, this was 
the first time she'd seen his cock in its entirety. 

"Don't worry, we're both lubed up," he said, rubbing 
the clear pre-cum over the head and down the shaft of 
his cock. He pulled Faith up on her knees, and then 
bent his dick down until its head nestled against her 
pussy lips. Moving gently, Chris eased less than half 
the length of his shaft into Faith's deliciously tight 
vagina. He began to fuck her with a quick, short stroke 
that brought her to orgasm almost immediately. 

A minute later, Chris had her cumming constantly. She 
buried her face in the bed clothes in order to muffle 
the sounds of her moaning and whimpering that escaped 
her full lips. He felt a full blown charge of hot semen 
beginning to boil in his balls. In a few seconds he was 
going fill her hot little pussy with all sorts of milky 
stuff. That was when someone knocked on his door. 

In a flash, Faith was off Chris' cock and cowering at 
the end of the bed. "Oh fuck, it's my dad," she mouthed 
silently at Chris. 

"Who...who's there," Chris managed to get out. He 
tossed Faith's shirt to her, and she immediately began 
to struggle into it.

"Cameron," came the soft reply. 

"Just a second," Chris said. He pulled his shorts back 
on, trapping his still stiff member under the waist 
band. He arranged his tee shirt so that it loosely 
covered the inches of cock left exposed.

Faith came to his side and whispered. "She's just as 
bad as Dad. She'll run and tell him that I was in here. 
I'll hide in the bathroom."

"No," whispered Chris urgently. He grabbed her before 
she could find his mother hiding in the bathroom. He 
pulled her to the wall next to the door to the hallway. 
Putting his mouth to her ear, he said softly, "I'll 
distract her and you sneak out." She nodded in 
understanding. 

Chris opened the door, hiding Faith in the process. 
"Hey," he said as he put his arm around Cameron and 
pulled her into the room. He turned so that she would 
have to put her back to the door. "What's up?"

Cameron didn't say anything to that. She just put her 
arms over his shoulders and proceeded to stuff her 
tongue halfway down his throat. Chris held her close 
and opened one eye just in time to see Faith's back as 
she crept away. After a long, sloppy kiss, Cameron 
pulled back and said, "Oh yeah baby, I've wanted to do 
that ever since I saw you on the deck this afternoon."

"I think good old Fred would have taken a dim view of 
that," said Chris. "And speaking of your fiancé, how do 
you know that he isn't pecking at your door right now?"

Cameron sighed. "He won't touch me while were in Dad's 
house. He says it isn't right. And besides, when we're 
here, he and Dad spend most of their time huddled up 
together talking business."

After closing and locking the door once again, Chris 
walked Cameron over to the bed. He was suddenly 
curious. While Fred had been a figure that was far away 
from the campus where he and Cameron went to college, 
Chris hadn't given the guy much thought. And he had 
assumed that Cameron had thought of him, Chris, as just 
a fling to be stopped when it became inconvenient. But 
here she was, eager and willing.

"Look," said Chris. "Don't get me wrong, I really enjoy 
our relationship, but what's up with you and Fred?"

"Do you mean, why am I so hot to cheat on my intended?" 
Cameron said pointedly. 

"Yeah, I guess."

Cameron took a deep breath and let it out slowly. 
"Fred's almost ten years older than I am. It seems like 
he's always been around. His family knows my family and 
all that bull. He's rich and connected politically and 
now that Dad's thinking about running for office, 
Fred's political action committee is really involved." 
She ran her fingers through her hair. "I had a real 
crush on Fred when I was younger, but of course nothing 
came of it. But when I had a really bad breakup with a 
guy about a year ago, Fred was suddenly there for me. 
He was really sweet and kind and so when he asked to 
marry me, I said yes more out of gratitude than 
anything else. Dad's been just been over the moon about 
the engagement."

"But you're having second thoughts," said Chris.

"Second, third and hundredth thoughts," said Cameron. 
"I'm afraid that if I break it off, then all of Fred's 
political clout and money will disappear with it, and 
that would so disappoint Dad."

"You can't sacrifice yourself like that," said Chris. 
"And I can't believe that your dad would want you to."

"It is complicated," she said. "But we're getting off 
topic." She rubbed the head of his cock through his 
shirt. "You must be glad to see me."

Chris realized that she must have felt his erection 
when they kissed.

"Just what have you been up to in here all by 
yourself?" she asked with a quizzical smile. 

"Dreaming of you?" said Chris.

"That's sweet," she said as if she were simply moving 
things along, which she did when she resumed playing 
tonsil hockey with her tongue. 

Chris' cock was an aching mass of manhood. He figured 
that if she so much as touched his dick that it would 
explode. He decided to help it cool off by taking 
charge. Cameron was wearing a loose fitting pair of 
satin pajamas, so he disrobed her while they continued 
their deep, wet kisses. He pushed her back on the bed 
and proceeded to kiss and tongue his way down to her 
very erect nipples. He kissed and nipped at the rough 
nubbins as his finger found her pussy and clit. 

"Oh baby," cried Cameron when her first orgasm 
shuddered on his fingers. 

"Just a good start," said Chris. He positioned himself 
between her smooth thighs and went to work on her clit 
with his lips and tongue. He found the little cleft of 
her g-spot and massaged it lovingly.

"Mmmm...ohhh," moaned Cameron. She played with her 
nipples as her hips heaved about on the bed and she 
enjoyed repeated orgasms. 

By the time Chris had Cameron's juices flowing freely, 
he felt that his cock had lost its hair-trigger. He was 
back to being merely super, ultra-horny. Standing up, 
he pulled down his shorts and removed his pre-cum 
soaked tee shirt. He turned back to the bed just in 
time to see Cameron buttoning up her pajama top. 

"What...uh..." he said with out flung hands as if to 
ask what in the hell was going on. 

"You know, you might be right about Fred," she said 
looking at her watch. She moved to the door. "I better 
get back to my room. I don't want to risk some sort of 
confrontation tonight." She saw Chris' look of 
disbelief and said, "Don't worry, I'll make it up to 
you," and with a wink and a smile she was gone.

"Son of a bitch," moaned Chris in frustration. He 
collapsed backward onto the bed. He threw an arm over 
his eyes until he heard his mother emerging from the 
bathroom. Looking at her from under his arm, he thought 
that maybe she was sick. She had one hand over her 
mouth and the other hand was holding her stomach. It 
took him a second to realize that she was stifling 
laughter. 

Chris grabbed a pillow and flung it at his mother. "Not 
funny," he said, "my balls are about to bust."

She deflected the pillow with an elbow. She managed to 
control her laughter long enough to say, "Well, I took 
care of myself a couple of times while you were 
servicing those girls. I guess I can take care of you." 
She took his cock in her hands and bent the steel stiff 
shaft to her lips. She kissed his cock head a few times 
before she locked her lips over the slit and began to 
seriously jerk him off with a quick two handed stroke. 

To Chris, it was as if an electrical charge had surged 
through his body. His hips jumped off the bed and he 
began to cum immediately. All that pent up sap jetted 
from the end of his cock in a seemingly endless number 
of spurts. 

The next morning, Chris awoke to sunlight streaming in 
his bedroom window. As the sleep left his brain, he saw 
that his mother must have arranged a blanket over his 
sprawled form before she had left him. Good old Mom, he 
thought. She sucks off her big boy and then tucks him 
in for the night. 

With a chuckle he arose from the bed and did his duty 
in the bathroom. After throwing on some clothes, he 
made his way up the stairs. He saw Cameron busy at a 
desk doing some sort of paperwork. Don and Fred were on 
the deck talking. Fred saw him and threw up a hand in 
greeting. Chris waved back and walked over to the 
kitchen area. There was coffee already made and a plate 
of muffins on the counter. He poured a cup and scooped 
up a couple of the muffins. 

Returning to his room, Chris sat on the end of his bed 
and ate his breakfast while watching a sports report on 
the TV. When he had licked the muffin crumbs off his 
fingers, he decided it was time to take a shower. After 
entering the bathroom, he remembered that he couldn't 
completely close the door to the bathroom. Apparently, 
over the years the moisture from the bath had warped 
the rough wooden door to the point that it dug into the 
floor before it could close halfway. The bathroom had 
an ancient looking tub with exposed piping. It set 
beneath a window which was inset with opaque panes. In 
order to take a shower, he had to draw an old, 
yellowing, clear plastic shower curtain around a metal 
frame which surrounded the tub. 

Once he convinced the old iron pipes to yield up some 
hot water, Chris stepped into the tub and proceeded to 
lather up. He liked to take his time in the shower. As 
the warm water poured over his chiseled muscles, Chris 
closed his eyes, and his thoughts went back to last 
night. That had been one amazing orgasm. Of course, he 
had had to stay rock hard, and about two seconds from a 
big cum, for over an hour in order for it to happen. 
Hell, he thought, he could have cum four or maybe six 
times in that hour, if those females had cooperated. 

Even now his cock was responding. He soaped up his 
growing meat and stroked the head with a swirling 
motion. Maybe he should have brought all three women 
together. He'd never tried to satisfy three pussies at 
the same time. That would have been a fun challenge.

Chris opened his eyes, and a movement caught his 
attention. It was difficult to see through the old 
shower curtain, but it looked as if the outer door to 
his room was partially open and that someone was 
watching him shower. Chris smiled to himself. He 
wondered which of the women it was. He hoped that she 
would come on in; he wouldn't mind a quickie in the tub 
this morning. But whoever it was stayed put, so Chris 
decided to put on a little show. He turned so that the 
full length of his magnificent prick was backlit by the 
light from the window. He continued to stroke with 
mounting speed and intensity. It only took a minute and 
then Chris was coating the shower curtain with his hot 
cum. Streams of the creamy stuff hit the plastic with a 
splat and ran in viscous rivulets into the tub. When he 
was finally spent, Chris angled the shower head to 
clean his spent semen off the shower curtain. When he 
looked beyond the curtain once more, the door was 
closed and his voyeur was gone.

Once he was out of the shower, Chris put on some fresh 
clothes. He made his way back upstairs. Cameron was the 
only one in sight so he refilled his coffee cup and 
joined her at the desk,where she was still hard at 
work. "What are you working on so diligently this fine 
morning?" he asked. 

Cameron looked up from her computer and stretched. "Oh 
it's Dad's finances," she said. "He's brilliant at a 
lot of things, but balancing a checkbook seems to be 
beyond his ability." She checked her watch. "I'm going 
to get a soda and a snack. I've been at this for two 
solid hours." 

"Two solid hours?" asked Chris. "You weren't downstairs 
a few minutes ago?"

"Not me," said Cameron. 

"Oh, maybe it was Mom or Faith." 

"No, they've been gone for more than an hour. Faith 
took her on a bike ride." She saw the appalled look on 
Chris' face. "Don't worry," Cameron said. "They'll 
stick to the flat roads in the valley." 

"Ah, good," said Chris. But now he was wondering just 
who had been watching him beat his meat earlier. Maybe 
Cameron was simply teasing him. 

She stood and said, "Do you want anything from the 
kitchen?"

Chris held up his cup of coffee and said, "No, I'm 
fine, thanks."

Cameron walked away toward the kitchen. Once she turned 
a corner and was out of sight, Chris' eyes wandered to 
the computer screen. He recognized the program that was 
running. It was the same one he and his mother used to 
track their bank accounts. He knew it was an invasion 
of privacy, but he couldn't help but look at the 
entries that Cameron had been making. Apparently this 
was the account for Doctor Don's upcoming political 
campaign. There were a number of deposits from Fred's 
political action committee. The outgoing checks were 
written to various companies. From the memo lines, it 
looked as if the companies did campaign advertising and 
ran the doctor's website. 

Chris made sure that he was sipping his coffee and 
staring aimlessly out the window when Cameron got back. 
She had just settled into her chair when there was the 
sound of a door being open and closed, and then the 
clatter of footsteps coming up the stairs into the 
living area. 

Faith appeared and said, "Hey Cameron, don't forget 
that you have to take me to the soccer match. I'm going 
to put on my uniform and then we have to go." She 
trotted away to her room. 

"Damn, I forgot all about that," Cameron muttered. 

"What's the deal?" asked Chris.

"Oh, I'm supposed to take her to her game. Mother's 
going to pick her up from there." Cameron sounded 
exasperated. "I just hate to stop in the middle of all 
this." She gestured to the computer and the bits of 
paper strewn about on the desk. 

"I can take her," volunteered Chris. 

"Oh would you?" said Cameron, eager to take him up on 
his offer. "That would be great."

"No problem," said Chris.

"Thanks," Cameron said. She ran her fingers up under 
his shorts and gave his thigh a squeeze. "Maybe I can 
give you a reward for your good deed when you get 
back."

"Mmm...I'll be looking forward to it," he said with a 
grin. 

A few minutes later Chris and Faith were in the Lexus, 
pulling onto the state road. Faith was in the passenger 
seat, wearing her soccer uniform. Not for the first 
time, Chris wondered why men looked athletic in their 
soccer attire and the women always looked as if they'd 
put on something two sizes too big. 

Faith saw his glance and said, "What's the matter?" 
When he told her she said, "Well, the clothes are 
supposed to be comfortable, not sexy." She grinned at 
him. "Speaking of sexy, I really enjoyed that last 
night."

"I did too," said Chris. And then more pointedly, "At 
least up to the point you left me with a case of blue 
balls."

Faith laughed. "I don't think they stayed blue too 
long. I saw the way Cameron kissed you when she came in 
the room." She looked at him as if she was waiting for 
some kind of explanation. 

"I'm not going to kiss and tell," said Chris. 

"It didn't look like you two were going to stop at just 
kissing," she said in a knowing tone. "Anyway, I wish 
you were her boyfriend. That Fred is such an asshole."

"What's the matter with Fred?" Chris asked. He didn't 
think much of the guy, but he wondered why Faith found 
him so unattractive. 

"He treats me like I'm ten years old," Faith said. "I 
swear, if he pats me on the head one more time, I'm 
going to bite his arm."

"Ah yes," Chris said, "that'll teach him how old and 
mature you are." They both giggled.

Faith's match was at a large sports complex. When they 
arrived, Chris had to park amidst a jungle of SUV's and 
minivans. "Come watch me play," said Faith. "My mom's 
here somewhere. You can sit with her."

"Sure, I can stay a while," said Chris. He wasn't 
exactly thrilled with the idea, but he didn't want to 
be rude. Besides, it wasn't like he had big plans. 

They passed through the usual throng that you see at 
these events. Parents stood around chatting while 
little kids ran amok and filled the air with squeals. 
Girls waved at or spoke to Faith while they stared 
enviously at Chris. "You're making me very popular," 
she told him in a whisper.

"Glad I could be of service," he whispered back. 

Eventually they came to a set of bleachers. They were 
about half filled, and Faith led him to where a woman 
sat three rows up from the ground at one end. "Hey," 
Faith said to the woman, giving her a kiss on the 
cheek. 

"Hi, honey," said the woman, glancing at Chris and 
obviously wondering who he was.

"Mom, this is Heather's son, Chris, and this is my mom, 
Monica Daily," Faith said as she introduced the two. 

"Oh yes," said Monica, "nice to meet you." She pushed a 
pair of sunglasses that she'd been wearing up on her 
blonde hair, revealing her blue eyes. She gave Chris an 
appraising look as she held out her hand. 

"Hello," said Chris and took her hand. He could see 
where Faith and Cameron got their good looks. Monica 
was wearing a sun dress that revealed a bit of nicely 
tanned cleavage. 

Faith said, "Chris knows Cameron from college, but 
because she uses Daily they didn't know that Dad and 
his mom were dating."

Monica laughed and said, "Oh really? I guess that falls 
under the category of it's-a-small-world." She patted 
the bench beside her. "Have a seat and we'll gossip 
about my daughters."

"Don't tell her anything bad," Faith said meaningfully. 
"I have to meet the team, bye," she said over her 
shoulder as she jogged away.

Chris sat down next to Monica and they actually did 
talk about her daughters and college life. Faith's 
soccer match started. Monica shouted encouragement to 
her daughter and the other girls as they sprinted up 
and down the field. Chris had his eyes on the match but 
his thoughts were elsewhere. Frankly, he was wondering 
what Monica could tell him about her ex-husband, Doctor 
Don. Normally, he wouldn't ask such questions, but he'd 
seen how his mother and Don acted around one another. 
When he wasn't off somewhere with Fred, Don was very 
solicitous of Heather, and she seemed to love the 
attention. When she had first begun to date Don, Chris 
figured that she was simply having fun. But now things 
seemed to be more serious and it all just didn't seem 
right to Chris. Maybe he was simply being jealous, that 
would be only natural. And maybe he should keep his 
thoughts to himself. On the other hand, why pass up 
this opportunity to do a little prying? 

Chris finally worked up the nerve, he said, "I was 
wondering if I could ask you a few things about Don?"

Just then the whistle sounded for the end of the first 
period. Monica acted as if she hadn't heard him speak. 
She patted Chris on the leg and said, "Let's get 
something to drink."

They left the bleachers and got in line at a nearby 
concession stand. Soon they had a couple of sodas in 
hand. Instead of going back to the bleachers, Monica 
headed away from the crowd. "Those stands are full of 
gossips," she said. "I thought we needed to talk in 
private." 

"Oh, okay," said Chris. 

"Are you worried that Don might charm your mother out 
of her pants," she asked with a smile. 

"I'm pretty sure that's already happened, or maybe she 
charmed him out of his pants," he said with an 
answering smile. 

Monica choked with laughter on her soda and she had to 
hold onto Chris' hard bicep to keep from falling down. 
When she regained her composure, Monica put her arm 
through Chris' and said, "Seriously, there's not much I 
can tell you about Don. We were married fresh out of 
high school. Cameron came along immediately and Faith a 
few years later. I worked my ass off so that Don could 
go to college and then medical school. We got a break 
when he inherited the family fortune. Then the usual 
happened. He began to cheat on me and I cheated on him 
in retaliation. We were headed for a very messy and 
expensive divorce when Don came to me with an offer. I 
agreed to keep silent about our marriage and in return 
I received a very generous settlement. We split the 
custody of the girls, with me doing most of the work, 
naturally."  

They had left behind the field where Faith was playing, 
and now they were approaching a currently unused 
practice area. There was a cinderblock building next to 
the field with a sturdy set of wooden stairs that led 
to the roof. Evidently, coaches or spectators stood up 
there to get a better view of the action. An open door 
led into the lower part of the little building. Monica 
glanced around as if to see if anyone were watching and 
said, "Let's step in here, out of the sun."

The interior was littered with leaves and bits of 
paper. There was a low table in the center of the room 
and an opening in the wall opposite the door. Maybe 
they used the room for scorekeepers or for concession 
sales. At any rate, most of the room was in shadow. 

"I appreciate what you said about Doctor Don," said 
Chris with a shrug. "But it would be almost impossible 
for my mom to meet someone who hasn't had a divorce, or 
an affair for that matter."

Monica pursed her lips in thought and then said, "I'll 
just say one more thing about Don, and then I'll deny 
that I said anything at all. It's not so much that Don 
had an affair, but who he had one with." 

Chris' eyes flew open in surprise. If he had been a 
cartoon character, a light bulb surround by exclamation 
points would have clicked on above his head. "He's gay 
or at least he's bisexual," he said with resolutely. 
"That makes sense of a lot of things." He hadn't been 
imaging things in the shower. Fred or Don or both of 
them could have come to Chris' room by the outside 
stairs. Cameron wouldn't have seen them. And no wonder 
Don and Fred spent so much time together when there 
were two attractive women waiting on them. They were 
probably humping each other in the ass somewhere. 

Monica raised a finger at Chris. "I never said any of 
that," she said. "But there is one more thing I'll tell 
you about my marriage."

"What's that?" asked Chris.

She walked over to where he was standing. In a low, 
seductive voice she said, "When I cheated on Don, it 
was with the biggest, youngest studs that I could 
find." She put her hands on his pecs and gave them a 
squeeze. "Guys like you." 

"Lucky guys," said Chris. He ran his finger tips 
lightly up and down the soft skin of her tanned her 
arms. She slid her arms around his neck and leaned in 
for a kiss. There was nothing shy about Monica. Chris 
found her tongue in his mouth immediately. He cupped 
the twin globes of her ass in his hands and pressed her 
to his rapidly growing cock. 

Monica thrust her tongue about as if she were fucking 
Chris' mouth. He kneaded her ass and dry-fucked her 
with his engorged cock. She pulled her head back and 
looked at him incredulously. "That can't be all you 
down there, is it?" she asked in a breathless voice. 

"Why don't you look and see," answered Chris. 

Monica looked down and saw the long lump in his shorts. 
She ran her palm along the length of his dick from 
groin to the tip and found it somewhere near his hip 
bone. "That's unbelievable," she said. Then, like a kid 
who couldn't wait to get at her Christmas present, 
Monica practically ripped off his shorts and 
underpants. Chris' cock swung up in all its glory. The 
purplish head quivered in the air and dollop of pre-cum 
appeared from its slit and rolled down the long shaft. 

"When I said 'stud' I had no idea," she said eagerly as 
she grabbed his cock with both hands and stroked its 
length. With one hand, Monica lifted the hem of her 
dress. Her arm did a little twist and pull motion that 
let Chris know that she had just pulled the crotch band 
of her panties to one side. With her other hand she 
pushed down on his cock until the head disappeared 
under her skirt. It was a bit painful for Chris, but he 
didn't mind it because suddenly his cock-head was busy 
playing with her clit. He helped out by moving his hips 
with quick, short strokes. 

"Mmm...that's it," she hissed. "You need to get me 
lubed up for that monster."

"No problem," said Chris, his oversized dick pumped 
copious amounts of pre-cum onto her vaginal lips.

Monica came with a gasp, and Chris began to wonder if 
he was going to have to settle with shooting off 
between her legs in the literal sense. But then she 
said, "Okay baby, where do we do it?" She looked around 
at their dust covered surroundings. "This place is 
filthy."

"Like I said, no problem," said Chris. He shifted his 
hands lower on her shapely ass and lifted Monica into 
the air. She squealed in excitement and then gasped as 
Chris' cock-head surged upwards into her dripping cunt. 
Monica wrapped her legs around his waist and held on as 
he sent his iron hard cock thrusting up and down. 

"My God, but you're strong," said Monica as Chris 
effortlessly bounced her on his rampaging dick. She 
came once, planted a big sloppy kiss on his lips, and 
then she came again. 

Chris could feel the cum boiling in his loins now. His 
dick grew even bigger and harder. Suddenly a charge of 
milky white cum erupted from the end of his cock and 
filled Monica's pussy. She bucked and moaned out 
another orgasm as the scalding cream overfilled her 
cunt and dripped to the ground.

After they cleaned up, Chris and Monica made their way 
back to the match. When it was over, Chris said his 
goodbyes to the ladies and left to return to the 
doctor's house. Chris considered his position as he 
drove. He had to tell his mother about how Doctor Don 
was a bit light in his shoes, but he wasn't quite sure 
how to go about it. He couldn't repeat the conversation 
he'd had with Monica – he'd sworn to the woman that he 
wouldn't. And he couldn't very well just proclaim that 
the man was gay based on vague hunches. His mother 
would simply draw herself up and declare that Chris was 
jealous and that any man she dated couldn't be 
homosexual or even bisexual. No, Chris decided, he 
would just have to approach this from a different 
angle. 

At that point Chris was on the city's bypass; the 
sports complex had been on the side of town opposite 
Don's house. A sign that proclaimed that the city's 
municipal building was at the next exit caught Chris' 
eye. Suddenly inspired, he pulled onto the off ramp. A 
minute later he was parked before the two story brick 
edifice that held most of the city's bureaucracy. He 
entered the building through the double doors of the 
police department. Inside, there was a lobby of sorts. 
A series of cheap plastic chairs lined one wall. Two of 
the chairs were occupied. One, by a man talking 
earnestly to a teenager who looked very bored as he 
slumped in his own chair. 

Chris approached a counter behind which sat a young 
African-American woman. She looked sharp and efficient 
in her dark blue uniform. Chris gave her his best 
friendly smile as he neared the counter. She looked up, 
seeming harried and distracted at first, but then she 
returned his smile and said, "Can I help you?"

"I was wondering if I could talk to Sergeant Glasson?" 
he asked, after giving her his name.

"Just a second," said the officer. She picked up phone 
and punched in a number. After a short conversation she 
hung up. "Go up the steps. The sergeant's office is 
two-eighteen," she said pointing to a set of steps to 
Chris' right. 

"Thanks," said Chris. They exchanged smiles once again 
and he headed for the stairs. 

Chris and Sergeant Susan Glasson had become acquainted 
the past summer when he had helped her solve a couple 
of cases. Not to mention the fact that he and the 
sergeant had had some intimate relations. From the top 
of the stairwell, Chris walked down a busy hallway and 
then turned a corner into a mostly deserted, smaller 
corridor. He soon located the proper door and knocked. 

"Come in," called a feminine voice.

Chris opened the door to see Glasson standing behind 
her desk. She hadn't change much in the past couple of 
months. Her ash blonde hair was a bit longer, but the 
figure in her business attire was as nice as ever. 

"Chris," she said with a smile, "how are you. Please, 
have a seat." 

"Fine, thanks," said Chris. He took the chair she had 
motioned to. They made some small talk, mostly about 
the state of the cases they had worked on. 

"So," Susan said, "Did you just stop by to say hello, 
or is there something on your mind?"

"Actually, I did come to ask a favor," said Chris, 
sounding unsure of what he should say. "You see, my 
mother has been dating this guy for a while and..."

"And you'd like for me to check up on him," finished 
Susan.

"Well, yeah, I guess so," said Chris. "Do a lot of 
people do this?"

"Enough," said Susan. "Do you have any reason to 
suspect this man of criminal activities?"

"Oh, no, nothing like that." Chris said quickly. "I 
can't really go into details, but he and this friend of 
his are...uh...just sort of creepy."

"Hmmm..." mused Susan. "Ordinarily, I'd tell you to go 
hire a private detective. But, since you helped me so 
much last summer..."

And since I fucked your brains out a couple of times, 
thought Chris.

"...I'll see what I can do," she finished. "Now who is 
this man? And I suppose you want me to check up on his 
friend too."

"Yeah, thanks," said Chris. "Their names are Donald 
Czelosonkowski and Fred Porter."

"How in the hell do you spell that name?" asked Susan.

"Just a sec," he said. Chris had to pull out his cell 
phone. It was a model that took pictures, did text 
messaging as well as storing all sorts of data. Chris 
brought up the doctor's information and spelled out his 
last name for Susan who made a note of it. 

"Let me make a call," she said. Susan picked up a phone 
and punched in a number. "Hi, how's it going?" she said 
in a low, soft voice. After a minute or two of intimate 
sounding conversation punctuated by throaty laughs she 
gave whoever was on the other end of the line the two 
names. "Keep it light. I'll call you back in twenty 
minutes or so," she finished and hung up. 

"Thanks," said Chris. "You know, you sounded very 
friendly with that guy,"
he said in a teasing tone. 

"It pays to keep the information experts on your side," 
said Susan. "Besides, he's a nice guy even if he's," 
she held her forefingers up in the air about five or 
six inches apart, "a little lacking in some areas." 
Chris only smiled and shrugged off the implied 
comparison. 

Susan opened one of the drawers in her desk and 
withdrew a key. She stood and said, "I'm going down the 
hall. Watch which door I go into and then wait about 
thirty seconds. Follow me, but don't let anyone see you 
go in the door."

"Okay," he said, not exactly sure of what they were 
doing. 

Susan left the office and Chris peeked out the door, 
following her shapely ass as it swayed down the hall. 
She unlocked a door that was next to a water-cooler and 
disappeared inside. Chris waited the required time and 
soon he was opening the now unlocked door; no one had 
seen him enter. 

Chris looked around as Susan stepped to the door and 
locked it. They were obviously in a ladies' room. There 
were two stalls and single basin. A plastic chair, 
similar to the ones downstairs, sat against one wall. 
Not for the first time Chris wondered how men's rooms 
were, at their best, cold and antiseptic, while a 
ladies' room could look cheerful and inviting. There 
were flowered appliqués on the walls, as well as a vase 
with artificial flowers on the counter. The place even 
smelled fresh. 

"Nice little place you have here," he said. 

"There are only three women who work on this floor," 
Susan said. "We try to keep it tidy. But I didn't bring 
you in here to appreciate the décor."

"Oh?" said Chris innocently.

"Yeah, I'm the only woman working today, so it's just 
you and me, stud." Susan approached Chris. She grabbed 
his crotch with one hand and, grabbing the front of his 
shirt with her other hand, she brought his face down to 
hers. A second later he had a mouth full of writhing 
tongue. It seems to be my day for straightforward 
women, he thought. They did some solid frenching while 
his dick began to swell. Susan helped matters by 
stroking his elongated shaft through his pants. 

They broke their clench and Susan began to shed her 
clothes. She took off her jacket, skirt and panties, 
leaving her looking very sexy in a full cut silk blouse 
and pumps. Chris hurried to shed his shorts and under 
pants. His cock jutted into the air, twitching every 
few seconds with his heartbeat, looking for something 
to fuck.  

Susan sat on the nearby chair and reached out to grab 
Chris by the cock and pulled him close. She opened 
wide, very wide, and popped the engorged cock-head into 
her mouth. Spreading her legs, she ran her finger over 
clit and dipped it into her pussy slit. Chris stood 
there with his hands on his hips, reveling in the 
sensual pleasures of a good blowjob. "Mmmm...sergeant, 
you sure know how to suck a dick," Chris said in a 
dreamy voice. 

Susan could only smile at him with her eyes. Her mouth 
was entirely too busy twisting and turning about on his 
dick. But she had plans other than getting a mouthful 
of creamy cum. Her vaginal lips, finger, clit and even 
her chair seat were beginning to glisten with pussy 
juice. She pulled Chris' dick from her mouth, and gave 
it a couple of good strokes as she stood. She propped 
one foot on the chair and pulled his cock-head to her 
pussy lips. 

Chris had to arch his back and bend his knees, but in 
seconds he was urging his cock upward into Susan's 
pussy. Susan leaned back and let Chris play with her 
rigid nipples. He pounded away with his cock, 
practically lifting her into the air with his up 
thrust. "Oh shit, you're stretching me so good," she 
moaned as an orgasm shook her frame. 

"I'm about to pack your pussy even more," grunted 
Chris. His cock erupted and sent a dozen huge shots of 
cum into Susan's clinging cunt. 

Once they had made the ladies' room and themselves 
presentable once more, Chris and Susan went back to her 
office. She called her information guru once again and 
held another intimate sounding conversation. When she 
got off the phone, she turned to Chris and said, "Well, 
there's not much to tell. Neither man has any sort of 
criminal record beyond the usual minor traffic 
violations. Nothing unusual about their banking habits 
and they have decent credit reports. However, this Fred 
Porter needs to keep better security on his computer."

"Why's that?" asked Chris.

"Or maybe he doesn't care who knows, but the man is 
paying for access to five different porn sites for 
gays," Susan said. 

**

Chris arrived back at Dr. Don's house mid-afternoon. 
They were scheduled to have a reasonably early picnic 
dinner, and then everyone was going their own way. Not 
that everyone had been exactly hanging out with one 
another all weekend. As Chris pulled up to the house, 
he noticed that the Humvee, Nellybelle, was gone. 

I wonder, thought Chris, if Don and Fred have gone off 
together? A quick reconnaissance of the house revealed 
that they had. "I think they've gone back to the 
cabin," Heather told him. 

A plan formed in Chris' mind. If he could catch Fred 
and Don like he had caught Don and his mother earlier, 
then he'd have certain evidence to present to his 
mother. He ran back down to the garage and grabbed one 
of the bikes. It was a long pull back up the mountain 
to the cabin, but he didn't think that it would take 
too long. 

He was halfway up the rutted road when Chris heard the 
distinctive rattle of a diesel engine. He pulled off 
the road and hid beside some trees as Don and Fred came 
by on their way down. 

So much for that plan, he thought. Chris turned and, 
keeping the Humvee out of sight, he followed it back to 
the house. The big vehicle was already parked when he 
turned into the garage. Chris racked the bicycle and 
went to his room for a shower. It was voyeur free this 
time.

The final meal of the weekend was a picnic on the deck. 
Once Don got the gas grill fired up, it was Chris' job 
to flip the burgers and turn the hotdogs. At one point 
Cameron stood beside him and whispered, "I just love a 
big ol', long, hot wiener." Chris guffawed.

They ate at the tables on the deck. The talk flowed 
back and forth as everyone munched on burgers, other 
picnic appropriate food and drank beer. There was apple 
pie and ice cream for desert. They were all about 
through when Don cleared his throat loudly and said, 
"Chris, before you leave today there's something I want 
to ask you."

"Yes, sir?" said Chris politely. 

"I was wondering," the doctor said ponderously, "if you 
would permit me to ask your mother's hand in marriage."

There was a gasp from Heather and Cameron. Fred looked 
as if he'd known what was coming. Chris looked stunned 
for a second. He took a deep breath and said, "No," 
very clearly. 

"Oh Chris," Heather said softly.

Don looked vexed. "It was a polite, rhetorical 
question. It's really not up to you."

"I know that," said Chris. He turned to Heather, who 
looked as if she was about to say something, and said, 
"Wait, I've got something to show you." He dug into his 
pants pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Flipping 
open the case, he began to stab at the buttons. "I, uh, 
have a picture here, if I can get to it." He pushed at 
the controls for a few more seconds, and then he handed 
the phone to Heather who was seated at his side.

Heather examined the phone's screen. There was no 
picture there, just the text message, 'trust me, go 
along.'

Before his mother could react, Chris said to Don, "You 
know, I thought there was something fishy going on 
here. I was taking a shower this morning and I could 
tell that someone was watching me. It only took a 
little investigation to discover that it was one of you 
guys."

"I don't think this is appropriate...," Fred started to 
say.

"And so," interrupted Chris, "when I got back here this 
afternoon and found out that you two were off alone 
together once again, I got a feeling. So I biked up to 
the cabin and took this picture," he gestured to his 
phone in Heather's hand, "you know, from that uncovered 
window that faces down the mountain. It's a fairly 
intimate picture." He turned to his mother, "I was 
going to show this to you later, but Don here has 
forced the issue."

A significant look passed between Don and Fred.

"What the fuck's going on?" said Cameron, managing to 
look both upset and bewildered. 

"I think," said Chris, deciding to risk all, "that you 
two ladies were being groomed to be the spouses of 
these two political wannabes. That way they could look 
like family men, with two beautiful women on their 
arms, while continuing their affair."

"Is that true?" Cameron shrieked at Fred. The level of 
discourse at the table went down hill from there. 

Thirty minutes later, Heather and Chris were in their 
car, well away from Dr. Don's house. Heather sat in the 
passenger seat, arms crossed under her breasts. "I 
can't believe that bastard played me like that," she 
said for the tenth time. 

"Aw, Mom, it'll be alright," Chris said as he put his 
hand on her knee, trying to console her. He checked the 
time on his watch. He wondered just how many times he 
could "console" his mom before he had to head back to 
school.

End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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