Monday, December 31, 2012

SANTA SeXStoRY

Ken finished his run on the treadmill in the basement fitness center while listening to the radio. In between songs he was reminded of the winter storm that raged around them. News reports of eight inches were predicted, with the high winds creating drifts up to two feet deep. Air travel was all but halted in the region with thousands of holiday travelers stranded. He grabbed a towel and paused to wipe the sweat from his face and bare, muscular chest and arms. He could hear the wind whipping at the small, high basement window, the two panes frosted with ice and snow. After turning off the radio Ken climbed the stairs and doused the light. It was late in the afternoon of Christmas Eve and cheerful holiday music was playing, just as it always had on this special day every year he could recall. But the festive mood was dampened by the harsh reality of the unexpected blizzard and the pending arrival of his father and s****r. Janice was attending college and with the rising costs of air travel she'd decided not to come home for Christmas. However as the holiday grew closer and her homesickness worsened, she began regretting that premature decision. So their dad took some time off from work to make the drive and pick her up, with the added benefit of giving father and daughter some private time to reconnect. The thought of the whole f****y being together brought joy to his mom's heart and everyone became increasingly excited as the holiday approached. Not one of them contemplated the possibility of an unexpected storm isolating them from one another on this most special of f****y holidays filled with traditions. As he walked into the kitchen he saw his mom standing in front of the counter spooning spiced apple wedges into a pie shell. He could sense the lack of joy in her robot-like motions and knew that the storm was lying heavily on her heart. His mother was wearing what she usually did on this day every year; a pair of dark stretch-knit slacks with an elastic waistband and a bright red holiday sweatshirt featuring a Christmas tree with charms that dangled from the branches like ornaments. She looked good with her dark hair nicely styled for the occasion, and gold reindeer earrings dangling from her lobes. The room was filled with the smells of baking. That happened only twice a year; on Thanksgiving morning and on Christmas Eve. Ken always looked forward to these holidays for very sweet reasons, and never tired of them. "Have you heard anything more?" he asked as he closed the distance, stepping up behind her and reaching both hands around her slender waist. "Not since this morning," she answered in a depressed tone. "I sure do miss them." "I know, so do I," Ken admitted before gently kissing the side of her face and breathing in her pleasant scent. "I'm going to take a shower." "Okay." As his arms withdrew from around her waist he playfully swatted her shapely buttocks. "Hey," she responded in a slightly lighthearted voice. "I love you, Mom," he called out from several steps away. She replied sarcastically, "Yeah, right, it really shows. This abuse stops once your father gets home." Ken grinned. "But until then, watch out!" * * * * * ...National Guard has been called in to help rescue the occupants of stranded vehicles in several areas. Local police and medical authorities have been overwhelmed with - Ken saw the look of grave concern on his mother's face and knew she didn't need to hear any more bad news than she had already, so he turned the television off. She was watching so intently that she hadn't even noticed his presence in the room until the screen went blank. "Hey, I was watching that," she looked up and told him. "They're fine, Mom, everything is going to be okay," he reassured her as he turned the stereo back on to a commercial-free, all-Christmas station. "You don't know that, Ken," she spoke sternly as worry lines appeared on her face. "This storm is turning out to be much worse than the forecasters ever predicted. It's taken everyone by surprise, and couldn't have happened at a worse time." "You're starting to sound like one of them," Ken replied with a chuckle as he pointed at the blank screen. "Give Dad some credit, he knows what to do." "I do. It's the other people that scare me." The ringing of the telephone made them both jump. Linda quickly reached for the cordless receiver she'd been keeping close at hand. "Hello?" Ken watched and waited to see who might be calling, silently hoping it might be his dad or s****r. When he saw the expression of relief expanding across his mother's face he knew the news had to be good. "Oh Greg, thank God, I've been worried sick. Where are you?" He stepped closer to his mom, trying to listen in. Seeing his intention she angled the phone a little more in his direction. "...truck stop about an hour north of the lake. The place is packed. One of the drivers was telling me that snowdrifts have f***ed the state police to close part of the interstate fifteen miles south of here and authorities are recommending people stay here or seek shelter at one of the local hotels." "I would rest easier knowing you two are safe and not out in that storm," she quickly decided. "But it's not going to make for much of a Christmas for us this year." "We'll all make the best of it, sweetheart. I'll call again once we get settled down for the night. Love you." "Love you too. Please be careful, Greg, and give Janice a big hug from us both." Ken smiled at that final statement as he thought of the s****r he'd been missing like crazy since her departure months earlier. He hadn't seen her since the end of summer, although they did talk frequently. Linda heavily sighed as she hung up. She turned to her son and smiled weakly. "What sounds good for dinner? It looks like it'll just be us." He returned the same expression and reached his left arm around her waist. Her smile briefly widened before disappearing altogether as she leaned against his strong body and placed her head on his shoulder. "I'm so relieved to hear they're safe, but I was really looking forward to having the f****y together again for the holidays." Ken gave her waist a compassionate squeeze. "Like Dad said, we'll make the best of it and celebrate a day or two late. As for your question, how about a few slices of that spiral-sliced, honey-baked ham, with mashed potatoes and corn on the cob?" "Now that sounds -" Linda started to say, but was rudely interrupted when the power went out and the house fell silent. "As I was saying, that sounds good, but we may have to settle for sandwiches." "It won't be out for that long," Ken voiced his vote of confidence. * * * * * "What would you like on your sandwich?" Linda called out from the kitchen. It was getting dark and chilly. Ken was scouting the various closets looking for candles, flashlights, and matches while he could still see. His search had yielded a total of three candles and a lighter. They weren't exactly the type of f****y to prepare for such unlikely events as these. "Uh... I'll have mustard and a slice of that Swiss cheese please," he called back. "Thanks, Mom. I think I've found all of the candles we have. Where do you want them?" "The living room will be fine, sweetheart. I'll bring the sandwiches in after I'm done." A short time later mother and son sat on the couch in relative darkness, with dim lighting provided by three berry-scented candles. One was resting on the entertainment unit across the room, and two were on the coffee table they were using as a dinner table, one positioned at each end. Ken set up a portable, battery-powered boom box on an end table, tuned in to the same station they'd been listening to earlier. "This is kind of romantic," Ken announced, trying to sound upbeat for his mother's sake. "That's one word for it," she decided with a brief chuckle. "I was thinking more along the lines of pathetic myself." "Come on, we're enjoying good food with great companionship and listening to Christmas music," he pointed out. "I know it could be better, but it's Christmas Eve for goodness sake. Try and enjoy it a little." "I'm worried about your father," she admitted with a sigh. "He still hasn't called." Ken swallowed a bite of his sandwich and washed it down with a swig from a soda can. "He may have tried, but cordless phones need power too." "Oh," she said, sounding disappointed. "I hadn't thought of that. The phones used to work without power. What about the cell?" Ken shrugged his shoulders as he took another bite. "Don't know, the towers may not have power either, or the network could be down. Depends how widespread this is, I guess." "You know, back when I was your age, losing power was fairly common and it was just a minor inconvenience," Linda recalled. "Nowadays it seems like your whole life is put on hold." "They had electricity back then?" he quipped, teasing his mom about her age. "Hey buster, I brought you into this world, and I can take you out of it." Her deadpan, tough-girl impersonation got Ken laughing, and she joined in, helping to relieve some of the tension in her body. "Dinner's good, Mom," Ken spoke up afterwards, trying to encourage her. "You should eat your sandwich." Linda looked down and thought about it, but her stomach was knotted from all of the concern over Greg and Janice's safety and it just didn't sound very good to her at the moment. "You eat it, Ken. I'll get something a little later. Brr, it's getting chilly in here." "Slide closer, I'll warm you up," he offered. She grinned suspiciously. "Yeah, I know what's on that dirty little mind of yours." Ken rolled his eyes. "Please, I wasn't even thinking of that. Well, at least not yet." Linda considered his invitation and decided to take him up on it. She lifted her legs up onto the couch, tucking them underneath her body, and angled her body into his right side. He shifted as well until her back was pressing against his chest. He slid both arms around her tightly, holding her close and sharing their body heat. "This isn't the worst Christmas I've ever had," Linda confessed. Ken's interest was piqued. "What was the worst one?" "It was back when your father and I were dating," she recalled with a whimsical grin. "I don't think words can do it justice, you had to have been there." "Come on, try me," he pleaded. She looked over at him, smiled with a mother's pride, and lovingly kissed the right side of his face. "Okay, I'll try," Linda agreed. "I didn't know it at that time, but Greg told his parents that he was going to ask me to marry him. Since they knew, and before I did mind you, they made sure that the grandparents would be there to meet me. "I was pretty nervous about spending Christmas break of our junior year of college with a f****y of strangers. And with two sets of grandparents thrown in for good measure, the house was nothing short of a zoo. Every meal was a logistical nightmare requiring us all to eat in shifts, and I was lucky to get a hot shower twice the whole two weeks we were there. "Due to all of the problems we were having, Greg's father decided to open the gifts on Christmas Eve instead of in the morning. The grandparents were appalled and argued that point for well over an hour, complaining through all of the gift-giving festivities. And then Greg's grandfather on his mother's side had a gas outbreak that had us all gagging with disgust. He was finally f***ed out onto the front porch." Ken was smiling and occasionally chuckled during the description as he tried to envision all of the various events as they transpired. He understood now what she had meant about needing to have been there to fully appreciate her worst Christmas, but he also got enough out of the story to see why. He couldn't help but think of many similar comedy movies on the subject that were so popular. "After all of that, the worst part hadn't even happened yet," she added. Ken was caught off-guard. "What do you mean?" "There was a blue sapphire necklace I adored, and your father intended to surprise me with it," Linda continued as her eyes moistened with emotional tears. "But two name tags fell off the gifts and this was given to his mother by mistake. She was so overwhelmed with emotion that she started crying and he didn't have the heart to tell her the truth. "She wore it the whole time, going on and on about how special it made her feel. I never wanted anything so badly in my life yet here I was, f***ed to watch her wearing my beautiful necklace." "What did you get?" he asked. "A pair of slippers which were too small for me to even wear. I was so upset, and I knew Greg felt badly, but that really was miserable on top of everything else." "Excuse me," Ken said as he lifted one ass cheek. Linda's mouth and eyes widened in horror as she realized what her son was doing. "Ken!" He squeezed her tighter and smiled. "I was only k**ding, I couldn't resist after that Christmas story. So being alone with me is better?" "Much better," she decided. "Thanks, sweetheart." Ken was puzzled. "Thanks? For what?" "For helping your mom to put things in perspective; I feel much better about everything now," Linda admitted with a sigh of relief. "The only other thing I need is a call from your father reassuring me that they're okay. But if he can't get through, I know he'll take good care of himself and your s****r." As The Twelve Days of Christmas faded and Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer suddenly started, Ken felt her chest vibrating with a quiet laugh. "I can't believe you turned me on to this song when you were younger," Linda chuckled. "Do you remember that?" Ken grinned. "Grandma hated it," he recalled as he sang it aloud on one Christmas morning when she was late getting to the Christmas tree to open gifts. Ironically it ended up being her last holiday alive. His right hand stealthily crept underneath his mother's decorative Christmas sweatshirt as she closed her eyes and relaxed against him, enjoying the quiet moment and body warmth they were sharing. "Ken," she sighed in frustration as she felt her nipples swelling. "Your mother's tired from baking all day. Give her a break." "We lost power two hours ago, you've had a break," he reminded her. "Just let me touch you a little." Linda shook her head. "I don't know why I let you talk me into doing these things with you." "Because we love each other, and this is how people who love each other share that special feeling," he whispered. "Just relax and enjoy it." As various singers from bygone days sang their collections of Christmas songs, Linda settled back against her son in a semi-reclined position and took him up on his suggestion to relax. She felt his warm palms and fingers caressing her flat tummy in gentle swirling motions that felt so good on her smooth skin. Her son really knew how to treat a woman, she decided with an inward smile of pride. It started out as very comforting, but as his hands worked higher she could feel her nipples getting hard again as they throbbed against the sweatshirt. A few moments later the tips of her fingers were pushing under the swells as they rested against her chest before tracing along the bottom curvatures. The close proximity had her nipples straining, and arousing warmth was beginning to develop deep in her loins. "Damn you Ken!" After teasing her to the point of arousal, his hands cupped her breasts and lovingly squeezed as his thumbs circled both areolas, rubbing on the enlarged nipple shafts. Soft moans escaped her lips as her body began to writhe. Ken smiled to himself as he knew he had his mom right where he wanted her, primed and ready to be taken. "You need to find yourself a girlfriend and stop borrowing your father's," Linda whispered with a brief chuckle as she kicked her legs out from under her and outstretched them along the couch. Once she was comfortable her face turned towards his and their parted lips met in a kiss. Ken's tongue extended into her mouth and entwined, intensifying its passion. Their pulses and breathing quickened as excitement warmed them from the inside out. Wanting more, needing more, Ken's right hand moved downward, easily slipping beneath the elastic waistband of her slacks which stretched to allow him access. Her legs widened as his fingers ventured lower, lightly tracing along the vertical crease of her pussy through the thin panties she had on. Linda trembled more noticeably as her son stirred her desire. When the fingers tracing along her outer folds pressed harder, her back arched, throwing her shoulders back against him. Ken could feel moist heat emanating from the treasure between her thighs. He pushed the thin cotton barrier into the slit as he probed her sex more intimately, realizing he had found her clit as a loud, muffled moan filled his mouth. Ken maintained the stimulation of the small, straining bead until wetness began to soak through the panty crotch. Then he threaded several fingers under the fabric and made direct contact with her slit, thoroughly exploring its full length while savoring the succulent feel of the slick, velvet-smooth walls. Linda could feel her son's hard cock anxiously throbbing against her lower back. She blindly reached back with her right hand and eagerly rubbed the palm and fingers over the bulge, intermittently squeezing on the rounded tip. It wasn't long before his semen had seeped long enough to form a nickel-sized patch of wetness through the denim jeans he was wearing. It wasn't much longer before she felt her son gently working two fingers into her wet, hot canal. Linda smiled to herself, wondering how he'd respond when he found out how successful her core-muscle exercise class and sex therapy sessions he mocked her about attending turned out. They hadn't had sex since before she'd started the sessions. Greg was amazed by what she could now do. Taking the initiative and playing the role of aggressor, Linda's lips pulled away from his and she flashed him a naughty grin. Ken was pretty sure what she had on her mind and he reached his hands back behind his head, interlacing his fingers, and leaned back. Linda pushed up his shirt to expose his muscled chest and both kissed and caressed her way down. As her fingers worked to loosen the button and zipper, she tongued the bare skin just above the waistline of his jeans. Once the pants were open her left hand pushed his swollen cock up against his abdomen and pulled the underpants down with her right hand. With his clothing out of the way, her eyes fixated on the handsome sight of his manhood topped by the straining, reddish-purple head coated with milky dew. Ken closed his eyes as he felt her warm, wet mouth and swirling tongue devouring the head. As she sucked the leaking sperm from his cock her fingers tightened around and stroked the large shaft. Her practiced skill was greatly appreciated and enjoyed by the men in her life. Linda relished the unique, salty flavor of her only male offspring as she feasted on his erection. Anxious to see his reaction to her refined lovemaking techniques, she sat up and quickly shed her clothing. Once naked her hands slid his socks and pants off as he slipped out of his shirt. She straddled his impressive hard-on and lowered, guiding him to her sex. Seconds later her shapely body sank down, ingesting his cock like a seasoned sword-swallower. Ken moaned as his toes curled; there was nothing better than the feeling of her hot cunt surrounding his full length as juice bathed it. He reached up to grasp her hips and control her movements, but she was having nothing of it and slapped his hands away. Her son's eyes opened questioningly. "What the fuck?" She playfully slapped his face. "Mind your manners, boy, or I'll rip it off." He was confused. "Rip what - Oh my God!" Linda leaned forward, gloating. "You may have muscles on the outside, but I have them on the inside. Who's laughing now?" She couldn't help but smile at the look of shocked delight on her son's face, watching as realization dawned on him. His hips began thrusting wildly as he pounded into her constricted cunt, enjoying the joy of her pussy. This time Linda was the aggressor, and her trained core muscles drained cum from her son several times that night. But her training also focused on her needs, and she clenched hard just as many times as she quivered in orgasm. As the heat of joy settled over them, chased away by the growing cold, Linda grabbed a blanket and they slept, bodies interlocked, on the couch. It wasn't the holiday she'd expected, but the more she thought about it, the time she'd spent with her son was priceless in its own way. * * * * * "Ken, sweetheart? What's this?" Ken was sl**ping but the sound of his mother's voice woke him up. As he stirred he rubbed the sl**p from his eyes and slowly awoke. "What?" "Don't act sly, what's in the box?" she queried curiously. Ken sat up, pushing the blanket off. He noticed the heater was humming, the house was warm, and the kitchen light was on. "Looks like the power's back on." "What's this?" she asked, lifting up her sandwich plate where a small, wrapped gift-box the size of a cigarette pack replaced her uneaten dinner except for a small bit of crust that had been left behind. "I don't know, I didn't put it there." "And I suppose you didn't eat my sandwich either. Come on, if not you, then... Did your father make it back last night?" Excited by the thought, Linda jumped to her feet and hurried to the front window and pulled the curtain back. What she saw was a winter wonderland, where a thick, heavy blanket of snow covered the driveway, lawn, trees, bushes, and the road beyond. But there was no sign of Greg's car. Eyeing her son suspiciously, Linda returned to the couch and picked up the gift, noticing the tag which read, To Linda, From Santa. Her accusing gaze reached for Ken's eyes and drew him in. "What? Don't look at me!" he exclaimed, professing his innocence. "I'd tell you if I put it there, but I didn't!" A slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Did your father put you up to this?" "No, I swear! I have no idea where that came from, I mean it!" Linda remained unconvinced as she returned the plate to the table and picked up the box before glancing over at her son. "Then you don't mind if I open it, right?" Ken shrugged his shoulders. "No, I don't care, go ahead." She sliced through the elegant gold wrapping paper before pulling it from the purple velvet box. Her eyes lit up as she lifted the hinged lid and saw a blue sapphire necklace. But, wait - not only a blue sapphire necklace, it was her blue sapphire necklace, the same exact kind Greg's mother had been mistakenly given. Linda looked up at her son as her eyes overflowed with tears of unexpected joy that began rolling down her cheeks. She leaned forward and he pulled her against his chest, feeling wet tears hitting his bare right shoulder. "I don't know who got if for me, and I don't really care. All I can say is this is turning out to be one of the best Christmas holidays ever!"

Be My "Girl" SeXStoRY

I run my hand through your long silky hair. You whimper as chills run down your back. I slide the back of my hand down your face, stroking your soft skin. You take one of my fingers and slide it into your mouth. I massage your tongue with my finger. I slide my hand down your dress, sqeezing your tiny breasts. I pull you close to me as my other hand grabs your tight ass. You take my ear in your mouth, sucking gently and blowing cool air. I slide my pants down, my cock staring at you, fully erect. You take my cock in your mouth. I moan at the feeling of your warm lips. I slide in and out of your mouth, the head of my cock hitting your throat. You smile as you taste my precum. I slide my hand down your back, entering your hole with one finger. You moam and back your ass up, accepting my finger willingly. I take your mouth and ass together, feeling your tight hole clamp on my finger. I take my cock out of your mouth and slide your panties down. I massage your cock and continue to finger your pink hole. You bend over, presenting your willing hole. I taste it, sliding my tongue up and down it. You beg me to fuck you. I pour lube down you ass and begin to massage your hole with the tip of my cock. You moan in anticipation, your ass backing up, begging for my cock. I slip the tip of my cock into your ass. You back up, accepting my entire cock deep into your hole. I slide in and out, fucking your tight ass, moaning in pleasure. I pull your hair while I fuck you. You cry out in pleasure as you accept my cock. You beg for me to come inside of you. I allow myself to release, filling you with my seed. You feel my hot juice fill you, completing you. We collapse on the bed.

The girl from English class SeXStoRY

It was sophomore year. I was shy, insecure and a real chickenshit when it came to girls. Julie sat behind me in Mrs. Acres English class. I sat in a side row, so I often sat with my back to the wall facing sideways. I would rest my arm on her desk. She commented on the size of my muscles and she would often doodle on my arm with pen. One night my s****r saw her drawings and asked about them. When I filled her in on Julie and she told me that any girl that spent that much time on my arm must like me. She told me that I had to act or I would never have a girlfriend, let alone get laid. The next day I wore a jersey type concert shirt. Just under the elbow length sleeve I wrote, "Your cute". It was difficult writing upside down but it was readable. I got to class and she started in on drawing. When she lifted the sleeve, she giggled which generated some looks as we were reading Shakespeare and it wasn't one of his comedies. Each of the next few days I wrote her messages culminating a couple of weeks later when I asked her out on my arm. Her response was to draw a fancy heart with our names in it. I was really happy. She took to rubbing my arm and finally she started massaging my neck. It felt really good and also got me really turned on. I am blessed with a big cock, but for a k** in school it can be a nightmare. Of course this was a day when we were diagramming sentence structure, and of course I got called to the board. Fuck! Double Fuck! I hoped and prayed that my cock would go down, but it seemed as if it was fucking stone. I stood and walked to the front of the room, there were giggle and laughter. Mrs. Acres saw my state and gave a little smirk. I took my time on the sentence hoping Mr. Happy would go the fuck down, but to no avail. So after double checking a third time I headed back to my seat. As I walked to my seat Julie saw my issue. Her eyes got big and she gave me a look which I will never forget. After I sat back down and Mrs. Acres had gone over my sentence and told me where I went wrong Julie wrote me a note in her notebook. "Sorry, you OK", I nodded. She wrote again, "Did I do that to you?". I nodded again. She smiled at me and said, "I am glad to know you like me so much!" I just gave her a big smile. As we walked out of class Julie asked me to come over to her neighbors house with her for a party on Friday. I told her I would love to. She hugged me and gave me a kiss, my first, and went off to her next class. My cock got hard again but at least I could hold my books in front of me to hide it. The week d**g along but finally Friday came. My s****r dropped me off at Julie's house and told me she would pick me up at 12. I walked up to the door and Julie opened it before I knocked. She grabbed my hand and led me next door. It was her best friend hosting a very subdued party. There was no drinking, but a lot of k**s in the basement with the lights low, listening to music and making out. Julie led me to a love seat and we started to suck face. She was essentially sitting on my lap and and my cock was like granite. We made out for a long time and the crowd started to thin as people left to go home. Julie grabbed me by the hand and took me upstairs and over to her house. When we got there we went to her basement. It was nice and we settled on the couch. We started making out again and then Julie took off her top and her bra. I almost blew my load instantly. She was small, maybe she had B cups, but on her petite body they looked bigger. Her nipples were hard and very pink and really stood out against her olive skin. We kissed as I felt my first tits. I knew better than to just play radio. So I felt her whole titty, then rubbed her nipples with my palms. After a little bit I took a nipple into my mouth. When I sucked she moaned. I worked her over, both tits and then I reached between her legs. She jumped up and I was afraid that I had gone too far, but she simply undid her jeans and let them fall. She looked a me, and said "These are staying on." and got back on the couch with me. I was now in serious danger of blowing in my pants, so I took my shirt and jeans off as well. As I sat back down Julie grabbed the bulge in my jockeys. She pulled them down and my cock popped out. She started to jerk me off. If felt so good and she looked so good doing it. I looked at her and she said "Cum for me, I want to see you cum." With that I blasted out a huge load. Most of it landed on my chest, but she had some on her arm, her hand and a big shot hit her right on the left tit. She giggled and got up to get me some paper towels. I cleaned up as did she and we started making out again. In short order I reached for her panties and I felt that they were very wet. I rubbed her through the panties for a while and she responded very well. I pulled the crotch aside and inserted a finger. She gasped and looked at me and smiled. I fingered her until she got really worked up. She was bucking her hips and moaning soft little moans. Finally I found her clit and she grabbed my arm and moved herself furiously. She came in a series of orgasms that seemed to grow stronger with each one. She came down and I still had two fingers in her. She took my cock into her mouth, by this time it was hard again and throbbing. I moved myself on top of her and started to kiss and lick her pussy. We did this for a while then Julie pushed me off of her. She handed me a condom and said, "Her, fuck me, please, I need it." She got on the couch on her knees and put her arms on the arm. She looked over her shoulder at me as I entered her pussy. We was so wet, and so tight. I began to fuck her nice and slow and gently worked up speed. After a few minutes Julie laid down on the sofa and put her legs in the air. I entered her again and she put her ankles on my shoulders. at this point I sped up and soon she was grunting with each thrust. She stiffened and I felt her pussy constrict around my cock as she came. This caused me to cum again. I laid there with her for a few minutes and then saw it was 12:05. I quick put on my clothes and went out to my s****rs car, but not before giving Julie a big long kiss.

MEETING THE PARENTS SeXStoRY

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WELCOME TO THE FACTORY- PART 2 SeXStoRY

WELCOME TO THE FACTORY – PART 2 – The DAUGHTERS The rest of the day went on as normal and there was no talk about what had happened between Veronika and Krysta that morning. There was some giggling and jostling around between women who were excited but the supervisor would not have tolerated any more public sex on her watch. To be fair, one must say that kind of behavior did not happen very often in the factory itself – the ladies did have to bribe the supervisor – but it was no secret that many of the women who worked at that factory were either single, divorced or widowed and that their sexual life was limited to others like them. The men were all at war and the ladies were not ashamed of their sexuality. They all lived within minutes of each other in a part of the city which was very poor and separated from the downtown area by a row of factories like the chocolate factory or others which were empty or had been bombed out. Paula, Ania’s mother, knew that her daughter was going to be different after what had happened that morning. She saw her looking at the two women making love on the floor. She saw her letting herself get pawed by the supervisor. And she saw the look in her eyes when she remembered Paula’s lover at breakfast. Ania was lusting after women and was going to ask to participate. Paula wanted to protect her but it wasn’t going to be easy with all these women drooling over her cute 18-year old daughter. It was probably Helena who was the first to offer Paula some money. Paula spit in her face and they had to separate the two women before they came to blows. “Mama, you may as well get some money out of it”, said Ania “I will not sell you to these women”, cried Paula “You are not selling me…you are renting me out for a good time”, rectified Ania, who took it lightly. “Don’t forget Mama, that not long ago, you were lying to me when you were sl**ping with that woman”, said Ania sternly. “I am so sorry….I didn’t mean to hurt you”, pleaded Paula “Mama, you didn’t hurt me by sl**ping with a woman but by not telling me you were”, screamed Ania. “Do you want these women ?”, asked Paula, shaking her head “Not all of them…”, smiled Ania, “but some of them, yes”. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ania’s initiation could have happened in a dark room somewhere and that would have been fine anywhere else, but in that factory, the young woman had witnessed their secrets and she had to become one of them in order to continue working there. Paula worried about it but they needed the money and Ania ? Well Ania didn’t mind at all, except that she was wishing for more girls her age. That day Paula had spent part of her breaks matchmaking without much success. Everyone wanted to sl**p with Ania but under their own terms. Ania was enjoying this no end and was walking around teasing and provoking the women. Paula had warned her but she was young and frivolous. Her mother could not always come to the rescue. Suddenly Paula remembered another girl Ania’s age who was new at the factory but worked in a different area altogether. Paula had seen her with her mother. She wasn’t as attractive as Ania and Paula thought she had spotted a bit of a mustache on Jana (that was her name) but beggars couldn’t be choosers and she looked clean and nice. It didn’t take long for Andrea, Jana’s mother, and Paula to meet and talk. The two mothers got along fine and were in the same position. There would be no money exchanged. They agreed on a coupling, however elementary, between the two young ladies somewhere in the factory where people could see them. The consent of the supervisor was obtained with the help of some Russian alcohol and cigarettes. During the last break of the afternoon, Andrea would bring Jana down from their area on the third floor to Paula and Ania’s work area on the main floor. That is where the contact between the two teens would take place and the mothers had convinced the supervisor that the girls would keep most of their clothes on and be partly hidden from view, except from their immediate colleagues. The morning of the chosen day, both mother-daughter teams woke up early to work on the body and apply skin cream and perfume which both families kept for special occasions only. It was too bad, the mothers thought, the meeting was during the late afternoon since most of these appealing smells would be lost during the day. “I want to taste her sweat also”, protested Ania “You young girls are so different nowadays” answered Paula, somewhat resigned. There was of course no point in underwear but the mothers had to make sure the work frock had its entire buttons, so there wouldn’t be an unwanted peekaboo during working hours. The mothers had rehearsed the meeting in their head and had even practiced with each other using pillows. Paula liked Jana and it seemed mutual. They were both happy the first contact was to be between their daughters. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The morning of the set date was rather difficult for both Ania and Paula. The women at their table kept teasing them. Knowing that Ania was naked under her coat drove some of the more excitable women to try schemes to feel, pinch or even only get a glimpse of Ania’s anatomy. Some would drop something on the floor so they could look up Ania’s skirt as they were on their hands and knees. The young girl was polite but firm in putting the women in their place. She did not close the door completely on some extracurricular activities with some of them once her initiation was over and especially if she lived by herself. She could also be attracted to older women. As 3PM approached, everyone was edgy. They only had a short period of time for the meeting and the fact that Jana and Andrea had to walk down from the third floor took some time off the clock. The meeting was not going to be fancy but at least both mothers and of course both daughters were hoping for completion. Before we continue, one must say a word about Andrea and her daughter. The mother was about the same age as Paula. At that age, most of these Eastern European women looked very much alike: bony face, large mouth and teeth, big black eyes, high cheekbones and jet-black hair. The nose was different on each and that gave them some individuality. Andrea had a small nose, quite straight with a small bump in the middle. As we said earlier, Jana was not as pretty as Ania. She was more masculine looking although the moustache Paula had reported seeing was more in her dreams and designed to show off her own offspring. Jana had a square face and short hair. She was stocky and looked like a swimmer you see in the Olympic Games. She looked much more like a butch than Ania did. The two young girls had never spoken but they seemed not to dislike each other. The purpose, as Andrea had pointed out, was not to fall in love but to have sex, as imperfect as it might turn out to be. A few minutes before 3PM, Paula received permission from the supervisor – who had a good feel of Paula’s ass as a reward – to start unbuttoning Ania’s frock. Most of the young girl’s body was covered with a large sheet and the mother was working blindly under the sheet. Jana would also be covered with a sheet during her encounter with Ania and this was designed to keep their frolicking hidden from the rest of the crowd. All eyes were on the steel staircase as Andrea and her daughter Jana walked down. Some got a glimpse of flesh and were satisfied. Ania and Jana met between two of the working tables. The mother stood behind her daughter and put the sheet around her shoulders and back, like she had stepped out of the shower. The frocks fell to the ground and the girls kicked them out of the way. The teenage girls didn’t waste any time and hugged each other, the two naked bodies meeting under the sheets held by the mothers. The girls kissed furiously and their hands went first to their fairly large breasts then moved naturally to the other’s labia. The mothers were having some trouble hanging on to the sheets while the girls were moving so quickly, trying to satisfy each other. One could tell from their face and their eyes that fingers were penetrating vaginas and also rubbing clits. One hand was used for the labia and the other for the ass. Jana was the first to wrap her arm around Ania’s waist and let her hand slide down to the pretty teen’s asscheeks. Paula’s stomach was resting on her daughter’s rear with only the sheet between their two bodies. Andrea was in the same position. When Jana’s hand began to slide up and down Ania’s asscrack, Paula could feel the knuckles of the girl rubbing against her labia through the sheet and her work dress. When Ania stroked her lover the same way, it was Andrea who opened her eyes wide, delighted, but somewhat surprised, at the pleasure she was receiving. Paula’s throat went dry as she felt her mound being rubbed by the young girl who was more concerned with Ania’s puckered hole but was probably not totally ignorant of the effect of her hand. The look Paula and Andrea gave each other during this brief moment cannot be described. Andrea admitted later that she had had an orgasm but Paula never said a word except to blush. The two young ladies were continuing their kissing and awkward nipple-sucking while their hands were busy bringing the other to orgasm. All this must have taken less than four minutes. The girls groaned and moaned but couldn’t be heard over the buzz created by the older women watching the spectacle. As if they had timed it perfectly, Paula and Andrea pressed the girls together for their final orgasm. As the supervisor stood there with her watch in her hand, the girls separated and were taken by their mother, covered by the sheets, to the ladies room on their respective floor. Many of the onlookers walked the area looking for garments, tissue paper, or any other memento of the lesbian encounter. The smell was noticeable and the supervisor quickly sent everyone back to their work tables before anything developed between the horny women. Ania and Paula were greeted warmly when they rejoined the group at their table. After the supervisor had done her round, a woman passed on a note to Paula. Everyone giggled and teased her, especially her daughter. It seemed the few words were from Andrea. Paula could not help smiling thinking of her daughter’s initiation and of their new freedom.

Silhouette #1 Prelude SeXStoRY

So the other evening, there was this damsel striding in the park. She appeared to be new in the area. Distracted by the scent of her fragrance, every time she walked past my bench, i paused the chain of my introspection and plunged into fancy. Conditioned by the appearances, i sensed an anticipation budding under the throbs of my heart. How long before she re-appears? i wondered. It was the season of August rains. Couple sun rays pouring through the eclipsing clouds, the concentrated smell of wet mud, just after the fresh first rain, and the discrete invigorating breeze amid. A sublime ambience, and, then the glance of approaching shadows, of this lady. It only more so elevated the entrancement. Our eyes would catch each others glance once in a while. Nothing more than it. But as it was getting darker, me, curious to strike a conversation. With adrenalin incited, i decided; next time i see her, seeing me, seeing her, i will take if further than just playing the game of silent admiration. Hushing my thoughts, i hinted a smile this time, that was. She, as if was not anticipating any such action from me, probably froze out of lack of reflex. Suddenly broke her eye contact, not knowing how to react, shook her head to the pathway, glanced over the other way, kept the cool and strove ahead. Uncertain of how this went, i took the courage to confirm my qualm. Next time she approached, i decided, i will not leave this to chance. I couldn't have afforded to miss a beautiful moment like this. Gathering all that i had in my guts, i greeted her. Despite being an eternal optimist, i always carry along the antidotes for poisonous pain that i will suffer out of probable pessimistic responses! It suffices my ego. Atleast i gave it a shot. If things work out less well, i bid a polite goodbye. Life is too short to get sulky at trivialities. So, with all ready to get over and on ahead, i counted the moments after my greet and her reaction time. She paused in her mind. Halted a bit. Tilted her head towards me and started skimming me with her eyes. My beats, i counted. Did this work? Was i successful? Was it gonna back fire? I was in a state of timelessness. i was in a state of anarchy. in a state of dubiousness. A dark cloud of smoke obscured my vision. Hyper. hyper. hyper. Hyper was i getting neath the skin. Unflustered. But i portrayed. This was not a subterfuge. I did not want to scare her off. Lots of psychos out in the world already. And, trust is a hard thing to establish. I broke the eye contact momentarily, to give her space to adjust, adapt and be easy. But before long, caught her eye, catching up on me, decisively. Maybe she was affirmative. Maybe she decided to say a "hi" and return the favour. Maybe she din't even mind chatting. Or maybe she was fine with it, but would get over it, and move on.. Hmm. Okay. That wasn't that bad, i said to myself. Atleast she ain't getting paranoid or something! A sigh of relief, i sensed within me. The pressure of my bl**d subsided. The qualms cleared and my mind now relaxed. I returned back to my senses. Still awaiting her vocal response though.. Hello. She smiled back. The excitement of talking to a stranger has an unparalleled charm. And when the stranger, alike, responds nicely - YES! Thats how yelled my veins. The cloud of chaos transfigured to a strong storm of attraction that i could sense building within. But time was of essence. It was evening, and last thing i would have wanted to hear was, a "bye" after the "hi". "mind if i join you along?" i asked. "erm.." she paused. Startled but thinking, it appeared, as she looked up in the sky. The pause again! Oh My God. That kills me.. "..Okay!" she chirped looking right into my eyes. An indication of precaution, was i to turn out to be a boar. What a fabulous evening! An unexpected (presumable) date with a stranger in such a beguiling atmosphere. "Thanks!" i said as i jumped up to wander along. "My name is A" i said, extending my hand for a shake. "I'm M", she smiled back whilst she shook my hand delicately. The touch of her delicacy, the texture of her skin, the warmth of her palm, the closeness of her body revitalised my thought process. She had these rosy red lips, was wearing a sky blue top with the upper two buttons unhooked, a short dark blue denim knickers, her hair let loose, smooth waxed arms & legs and small pretty earrings. It'd been some time since i was caressed by the aura of a woman. And suddenly there is M! Here before me, as a stranger talking to me, having successfully broken through my introspection, exterminated my fancies, putting me on an altogether different level of thoughts, M may have gotten the indication of my glee in response to her reaction. "So, you're new around here? never seen you before.." i enquired as we walked along. "Yea, just relocated around a week ago.." she replied. "..Am, new in the city, and like exploring the areas i live in". "Nice" i smiled. "What about you? you a regular in this park?" "Yep!" "Love the August rains.. the soothing smell of the wet earth, this atmosphere.. I just love it all!" "Ah! nicey! Me too!" she smiled back. "So what do you do for a living?" she asked. "Im a photographer. You?". "Im post graduate student.." "So what kind of photography you in?" "i click people, nature, objects, abstract, nudes, and arbitrary stuff.. Mine is more about personality of the subject, candid photography, opposed to cliches.." "cool! so you are more like a bohemian eh!" she laughed. "yea, only naughtier! if you know what i mean!" i winked. As we wafted across subjects along the walks, all was smooth, untill the drops of dew started to drizzle, and she was like, "oh! think its time to leave, before its too late.." "But, earlier you said, you like rains!" with a layer of forlornness painted across my face i asked. "Ya! but…" and before she could complete the rest of it, i claused her statement with a pun "well, if you like it then relish it ;)" I saw a naughty glimmer in her eyes, and that was it! i was certain she wont mind the rains! We walked along and talked along. It was but difficult to keep my eyes off her top which was slowly beginning to stick to her bosom and the outlines of her sports brassier were getting so evident. Especially as the cool breeze touched us by, the outline of those erect nipples through the top was a bonus. By this time the bulge in my black sweatpants was also now beginning to get evident, thanks to the wetness. The drizzle increased and sun was almost hidden, but was light enough to see it all. We had touched across an array of subjects including sex, but it was never direct exchange of interpersonal views or sexual hints towards each other hight time for me to control my lust now, and i popped a question to the unsuspecting M - "M, you ever had sex?!" She appeared to be taken aback for asking the question out of the blue, but it was my lucky day! She said, yes she loved it! "ever done it with a stranger?" i got curious. "erm.. not yet…" she gently replied. "like to do it with me?" The atmosphere made me shed all my inhibitions by now and i was only getting bolder by time.

Subjects 0 Ch. 03 SeXStoRY

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OBSERVATION NOTE: Experimented today by spraying one male mouse with the substance, then removing the mouse, and replacing with a different male without the substance. Females were not interested in the new male, but seemed to be in a frenzy of excitement. The females ended up attacking the new male, until first male was put back in the cage. It appears that the substance only works for the one it is used on. END NOTE. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Carol moaned as she slid the vibrator deeper into her sopping wet slit. Her right hand was pinching her left nipple, and rolling it between her fingers, as she came on the device between her legs. She shook off the last vestiges or her orgasm, and not for the first time wondered what had changed in her. She had never been a very sexual creature before, but over the last few weeks she had found herself increasingly aroused. She had even gone so far as to purchase the toy that was still vibrating inside her. But that wasn't the worst of the changes. The worst part, the part that she couldn't admit out loud, and only admitted in her deepest desires, was that she was fantasizing about her son, Adam, when she masturbated. She had tried to fight it at first, but every time she got excited, it was around him, and at night when she finally gave into her desires, it was to thoughts of him that made her cum. Sometimes she had to gag herself to stop from screaming out his name. The only pattern she could discern in all of this debauchery was that it tended to happen more on the weekends, than during the week. She attributed this to her having weekends off and so was around her son a lot more often, and thought no more of it. She knew it was wrong to have such thoughts about her own bl**d, and she had absolutely no intentions of following through on any of her fantasies. They were for her alone. She would never treat her son as anything less or more than her son. She was his mother, and despite her fantasies, she was determined to keep their relationship that way. She was just glad that tomorrow was Monday, and she could get back to work. She was also glad that Adam was taking his s****r, April, back to her apartment right now. If she hurried, she would have enough time for one more orgasm. She used what she had seen earlier that day as her mental fantasy. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OBSERVATION NOTE: Used substance on a rat and placed next to a cage full of mice; it had no effect on the female mice. END NOTE. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- :Earlier that day: April stepped into Adam's room, her face red and flushed. He didn't care that she hadn't knocked, he was just happy to see the object of his thoughts. "Quick, get undressed. Mom went to do some grocery shopping, so we have enough time for a quick fuck." This is how it's been for the last few weeks. On the weekends when April was visiting from college, they screwed every opportunity they had. During the school week, while he was finishing up his senior year in high school, and she her sophomore year in college, he would take trips out to see her, and fuck both her and her roommate, Minnie. It was an ideal life for Adam, and his one complaint was that they had to hide everything from their mother. "Are you going to just sit there, or do I need to r**e you?" Adam grinned at the thought. She was much smaller than him, and they both knew she couldn't f***e him to do anything he didn't want to. Making love to his s****r WAS something he wanted to do, however. He was soon undressed, and joining his s****r on the bed. He crawled over her, kissing his way up her, till she complained, "We don't have time for foreplay, Squirt. Not this time. I'm already wet enough, just stick that huge cock in me and make me cum." Adam loved the way his s****r talked. His lips met hers, as he braced himself on his elbows. He felt her hand snake between them, and grab hold of him. She started to rub his head against her undeniably wet lips, spreading some of her juices to him. Unable to hold back any longer, he thrust his hips, and sank halfway into her in one go. After nearly three weeks of fucking, she had started to finally get used to his girth, but she still felt extremely tight to him. "Oh, Gawd, I love the feel of your cock in me, Squirt. Every time it feels better and better!" Adam started to kiss her neck, breathing in her scent, and picking up his pace. "Ah, I finally have you all the way in me. Now come on, make me cum all over that massive prick of yours! Make me scream as my cunt leaks around your pecker." Adam started to pound into her, their pelvises slapping together loudly, as April's words became incoherent, and turned into one long moan. Adam knew the second his s****r came, as her pussy became both tighter and wetter around him. He rolled them over onto his back, and was satisfied as he went slightly deeper into her. This was his favorite position, and he knew he could make her pass out sometimes from her orgasms, as he pounded into her. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OBSERVATION NOTE: Noticed a curious thing today. Hours after the substance has worn off, the females are still copulating with the male mouse as quick as he is able to recover. END NOTE. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Carol swore softly under her breath. How could she forget her shopping list? She had set it right next to her keys so she couldn't forget, but her head had been so frazzled by thoughts of lust all day, that she had grabbed her keys and walked straight out. She hadn't realized she had forgotten it, till she reached the store. Opening the door to her house, she caught a scent she had been noticing a lot lately, but couldn't pinpoint. Her knees grew weak, and her crotch began to itch inside. She tried to push her body's desires aside as she went for the list. She heard a low moan down the hallway that was unmistakable in its sexuality, and Carol hoped that she was wrong about what might be happening. As she walked down the hallway, the scent grew stronger, and the sounds of sex were really starting to get to her. She couldn't stop her hand from squeezing her breast as she walked. The sounds were coming from Adam's room, and she noticed the door had been left cracked slightly open. She nearly came in her pants at the sight that greeted her through the parted opening. Her daughter was riding on top of the thickest cock Carol had ever seen. Her son's arm was across April's back, holding her down, while he thrust up into her violently. His mouth was locked onto one of her large breasts, and his other hand was pulling her hair back, making her arch her back and push her chest into his eager mouth as she moaned in wanton delight. Her c***dren were committing i****t! It was one thing for her to think about it, but another thing to actually witness the depraved act. She should go in there and put a stop to this. She should tell them how wrong what they were doing was. She should... She should... She should pull her fingers out of her pussy, and stop masturbating to the scene before her. Carol couldn't believe her own reactions to what she saw. She tried to take her hand out of her pants, but as her fingers slid past her clit, she came hard, and barely stifled a gasp as the orgasm overcame her. Her fingers dove back into her box, as she came on them again and again. She knew she needed to put a stop to what was going on in there. Looking in again, her eyes zeroed in to where their two bodies joined. Adam's balls kept slapping April's ass as he slammed his hips upwards. April's fluids were leaking copiously around the massive penis that was causing her daughter so much pleasure. Carol wondered what it would be like to have that stiff piece of meat pounding her, and knew then that she couldn't enter that room. She would never be able to stop what they were doing. She knew that her worst fears would be realized as she would want to join. Even now she had to fight back the nearly overwhelming desire to strip off her clothes and join in the fun her c***dren were experiencing. She could never allow herself to cross that line, even if these two had. She had to remain the responsible adult; the adult that right then had three fingers buried as deep into her coochie as they would go, and was bringing herself off to another powerful orgasm. As soon as she could trust her legs under her, Carol stood and left; the sounds of Adam losing his load into his s****r following her out. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OBSERVATION NOTE: Continued to watch this latest batch. The females finally left the male alone and he is getting some much needed rest. The females are staying close by, though. I wonder if they are waiting for him to wake before continuing, or what this odd behavior signifies. END NOTE. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- :Present: Adam tip-toed through the house to his bedroom. His mom was fast asl**p, for which he was grateful. He had spent longer than he had planned at April's apartment, screwing both her and Minnie. Neither one would let him leave till they had each had a load from him. He was just thankful for his quick recovery time, and their sexiness. He peaked into his mom's room, and felt himself get hard. She was lying naked on her bed, a vibrator lying next to her. Stealing himself, he entered slowly, so as not to wake her. He wasn't trying to get a better look at his mom; he was more concerned with covering her up. He couldn't deny that even at almost forty, his mom had a great body. Her breasts more resembled Minnie's than Aprils, and she had a light tuft of brown hair at her crotch. Adam could see the slight glistening of juices around her labia, and the unmistakable smell of a woman aroused. He noted that it too was closer to the smell of Minnie, vs. April, and wondered at that. Maybe April and him truly were test-tube babies. He had to readjust himself before he could begin to pull the covers up over her sl**ping form. She moaned in her sl**p, and Adam wondered what she was dreaming about as he noticed fresh liquid seep from her crotch. He debated on moving the vibrator, but didn't know where it went, and didn't want her to know he had been in here. As quietly as he entered, he slipped out, and went to his room. He was unable to fall asl**p right away, and realized he needed to rub one off, if he wanted any slumber. His mom had got him going again. * * * School the next day was pretty boring. In his last period of the day, he let his mind wonder. Adam couldn't wait to graduate in a month, and get out of here. He had already decided he was going to go to the same college as April and Minnie. He had been surprised when Minnie had asked him last night to be her real boyfriend. Apparently she hadn't been able to look at any other men in any real way since that weekend when April had caught them screwing, and then joined in. April had agreed it was a great idea, and would give him more excuses to come over to their place. Well, who was he to argue with two such beautiful women? Thinking again of last night, Adam realized that he was developing a bulge in his pants. He closed his eyes to turn the image to that of a blank wall, to keep himself under control. "I'm sorry, Adam. Am I boring you?" The teacher's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Would you like me to set up a nice bed in the back of the room for you to take a nice nap in?" Miss Shelly was one of his least favorite teachers. She taught English, and while she was attractive, she had a poor attitude, and she dressed as unflattering as possible. Today she had her nearly black hair tied back into a bun so tight that he had to wonder if she suffered from headaches. She wore a loose black blouse, and baggy khakis that completely hid her frame. She shoved her glasses back up on her face, as she leaned over his desk, wrinkling her nose at him. She looked into his eyes for a moment, before pronouncing, "Stay after in my class today, Adam. And if I catch you falling asl**p again, it will be tomorrow too." The class 'ooh'ed at her harshness, but Adam didn't care. He had long ago put his other classmates out of his head. He had the reputation as a pervert, brought about by his inability to control his erections; an inability that his s****r had cured a little over a month ago. The problem he now faced is that he didn't want to get stuck with another afternoon detention, but he couldn't get his boner to subside unless he closed his eyes and concentrated. As class wore on, he could feel himself getting harder, and harder, and in turn even hornier, until even Miss Shelly was starting to look good. Adam shook himself to get rid of that thought. She noticed his movement, and gave him an odd, considering look. The bell rang, but Adam remained in his seat. Maybe in the confusion of everybody leaving I can take care of it, he thought, and dropped his head to his arms, and began to convert the images of Minnie and April into a blank wall. "I thought I told you not to fall asl**p," Adam lifted his head and groaned. It hadn't been long enough, and his cock was nearly raging behind his zipper. Miss Shelly stood over him for awhile, obviously waiting. "I'm sorry Miss Shelly. For some reason I couldn't sl**p last night." He knew why he couldn't sl**p, and images of April, Minnie, and his mom flashed through his head. Miss Shelly seemed to grow confused for a moment, before saying, "sl**p is good for a growing man. Seven to ten hours is the recommended for boys your age." She continued to stand over him, breathing deeply, as she talked. "You are one of my best students, Adam. I'm sorry if I seem a little harsh. I can see your potential, and would hate to see you squander it." She paused to lick her lips. "You don't seem to have many friends. Do you have any girlfriends?" She doesn't even wait for him to answer, as she leaned closer to him, and looked him in the eyes. "I believe you are eighteen, is that right?" Adam was confused by her behavior. He had never seen her act like this before, didn't know how to respond. He could only nod affirmatively to her question. Miss Shelly froze for a second, as her eyes focused on his. Her breathing was getting heavier, and he could smell the half eaten apple from her desk, on her breath. Her face was only inches from his. He didn't know what made him do it, but suddenly he closed the gap between them, and pressed his lips to hers. If he had thought she was frozen before, she became even stiffer now, and Adam wondered if he had made a terrible mistake. Finally she moaned, and parted her lips, and he felt her tongue seek entry into his mouth. The kiss only lasted a couple seconds, before she pulled away, and ran to the door. This is it, thought Adam. This is where she screams for help, and I get an even worse reputation. But instead she closed the door, and the blinds, then for good measure turned off half the lights. Anyone looking in from outside would think the room was empty. "I'm terribly sorry about this, Adam, but I don't know what has come over me," she told him as she started to walk back and unbuttoned her blouse. "I've never done this with a student before, and I hope you won't tell." Adam had to blink to make sure this was the same woman he had been taking English from for the past year. She pulled the two pens that were holding her hair in a bun free, and let it fall to her shoulders. She stopped, and stuck one of the pens in the corner of her mouth regarding him. "I'm really sorry. Did I misinterpret that kiss?" Adam realized he hadn't moved since the door had closed, and quickly stood to start undressing. Miss Shelly's face split into a huge grin, and Adam realized that she really was attractive, when she let herself be. She slipped off her top, revealing a black bra with red straps holding in a considerable bosom. He grinned as he dropped his pants, finally freeing is aching penis, and saw her jaw drop. "What have I gotten myself into?" He heard her whisper, as she pulled down her pants, revealing matching panties. He stepped up to her, and pulled her into his arms, to continue their kiss. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OBSERVATION NOTE: The male mouse woke, and the female mice no longer seem to be in a mating frenzy. They are still acting strange though, as they are staying close, and even bringing the male food. END NOTE. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shelly couldn't believe what she was doing. She was being kissed by one of her students, and she wanted more. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as the kiss wore on, until finally she couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled Adam back to her desk, and easily cleared a spot by the expedient method of knocking everything off. She pushed him onto the edge, and then dropped down to her knees to see if she could fit this b**st of a cock into her mouth. She rarely ever did this for her boyfriend, considering it to be disgusting, but for some reason she just had to get a taste of this young man's penis. Odd, she thought, I don't even care that I am cheating on my boyfriend. And just like that he shoved to the back of her mind as she kissed the tip of her student's cock. Her soft lips had to stretch to make it around the head, and she knew there was no way for her to get this thing down her throat; her mouth already felt too full. She swirled her tongue around the head, and reveled in the sound of his moan. She started to taste a bit of his precum, and wondered why she didn't do this more often. She had never tasted anything this divine. It was like nothing she had ever had before, and it made her want to feel him inside her even more. She stood up, releasing his cock from her mouth with a 'pop', and told him to lie down. She couldn't help but feel giddy at how easily he obeyed her. She debated for a second on taking off her bra and panties, but decided to leave them on. She had worn the sexy things for her boyfriend, but it was Adam that she was thinking of now. Shelly climbed onto the desk, and positioned herself over his rod. With one hand she pulled the soaked crotch of her panties to the side, and with the other she grabbed his prick, and aimed it for her hole. She gradually pressed down, and moaned as she felt him stretch her nether lips. She felt his hands grasp her hips, and begin to move them in a circular motion. This helped speed up the process, but she wasn't sure she could take the whole thing at once. It was much bigger than any she'd had before. When she thought she could take no more of him, he lifted his head, and grabbed the cup holding her right breast and pulled it down, only to cover it back up with his mouth a second later. This shocked her enough that she accidently applied all her weight down, and felt a pop, and a deep burning sensation. She held perfectly still, trying to become accustomed to the new feeling. It wasn't entirely bad, and the longer she sat, the more she found she enjoyed it. Her student, no, her lover she decided, started to move his hips beneath her, and she suddenly found that he was fully inside her. He was touching places she didn't know existed, and the pleasure from it was driving her to new heights of passion. She began to move like a woman possessed, and came nearly as soon as she did. Shelly grabbed her lover's head, and mashed it into her breast, excited by the feel of his tongue on her nipple, the sensation of being so stuffed down there, and the dirty naughtiness she felt for knowing that she was doing this to her student, and in her class no less. "I'm coming close," he warned, then pulled the other cup down, and latched onto that nipple. Whatever he had just told her flew from her mind as she came again, squeezing his phallus with her internal muscles. Pure liquid fire sprayed into her, and she felt her climax reach a whole new level of bliss. Shelly opened her eyes, and realized she must have feinted. She felt odd, and exposed. Looking under her, she saw one of her students grinning stupidly at her. And she was on top of him... Nearly naked... She pushed away from him, and felt something leave her pussy. She suddenly felt very empty inside, and not because of what she had just done with a student. The facts were a little fuzzy, but she could remember enough details to know that it had been her that had come onto him, and not the other way around. She started to straighten her undergarments and getting dressed, not saying a word, as she watched Adam do the same. Why was it that even now she wanted to drop to her knees and take his penis in her mouth? That was a disgusting and vile thing to desire, not the least reason of which was that it had been inside her not that long ago. She groaned at the horror of the situation she had put herself in. "Miss Shelly?" She glared at him, daring him to say another word. The sooner he was out of her class the better, and if she could get that accomplished without having to talk to him, all the better. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OBSERVATION NOTE: Noticed this same behavior in another cage. As a test, we introduced both cages together into a new cage. I'm curious to see what happens. END NOTE. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Carol had been in a panic all day. She couldn't understand her inability to step in and stop her c***dren from committing the heinous act of i****t yesterday, and then had gotten off to two great orgasms, just thinking about it. She tried to devote her mind into her work, but it continued to wonder back to yesterday afternoon. "Are you okay, Carol? You've seemed distracted all day." She turned to see Harold, one of her co-workers, standing next to her. He was probably the last person she wanted to talk to. He was usually vulgar or rude, and she knew that he liked her. Truth was he wasn't her type. Problem was she was beginning to fear her only type was Adam. "Yeah," she told him off-handedly, "Just some issues at home. Nothing major." But it WAS something major. "Don't you wish families were as easy to figure out as chemicals? I mean, in a way, they control everything about us." Carol froze. Could it be that simple? She jumped up from her station, and headed outside and to her car, ignoring whatever Harold was saying to her. It couldn't be that easy, but then again, maybe it was. Whatever it was, it couldn't be her; that much she was certain of. It had to be their father. He had come into her life only twice, and both times left her with a c***d. She barely even knew his name. She had never even hungered after another man after him (until now), and figured it was because of the way he had left her. Now she wondered. She screeched to a halt in her driveway, and fumbled with the keys at the door, nearly dropping them in her haste. She had to know. As soon as she was inside, she ran to the laundry basket. The first set of socks she found were empty, as were the second, and the third. What had happened? She had gone over a month, finding nothing but her son's crusty cum soaked socks in the laundry, and now she couldn't even find one. Then she found one, near the bottom. She yelped in triumph as she examined it, and noticed that it was indeed dry cum in it. She ran to his room, and grabbed his sheets and pillow case. His sweat should be on these, she figured. With everything in tow, she dashed back out to her car. She was actually pulled over by a cop for speeding, but luckily the cop let her go with a warning. Back in her lab, she cut up the sheets, and started soaking them in a chemical mixture. She took some of the dried cum, and ran a DNA test on it. As the head chemist, she was easily able to put her tests to the front of the list. A few hours later, she was stunned as her test results started to come back. She hadn't gotten all of them back yet, but what they were saying was simply astounding. Her son, and perhaps her daughter too, were natural pheromone factories. Not only that but the levels on which they were producing could easily overpower someone's willpower. This explained so much about her own behavior lately. Then it occurred to her. If she could somehow bottle this up, it would put the perfume market to shame. And what might it do for a****ls on the endangered species list? The real question was, would it work for other men, or only the person the pheromones came from? She called and left a message on her answering machine. She was going to be working well into the night, and wouldn't be home. She didn't dare actually call Adam directly. She didn't know what she would tell him. * * * She didn't realize how long she had been working till Harold came in the next morning. She was normally the first person in, but Harold was generally the second. His work ethic was the main reason she kept him hired here. But she had done it! She had separated the right chemicals, and synthesized a few of her own, and based on how the rats were currently humping away in front of her, she had done it! "You didn't work all night, did you?" Harold's voice behind her startled her, and she watched in horror as the plugged glass vial she had held in her hand fell to the table and shattered. The contents, recently under pressure and in liquid concentrated form, now vaporized into the room. She knew there was no way to escape the vapor, and could already feel its effects on her. She turned to look at Harold, afraid of what this meant, but saw that he just had an apologetic look on his face. He didn't in any way seem attractive to her. Was he immune to its effects? "I'm really sorry, let me help you clean that up." "No!" She nearly shouted, as he reached for a rag. "I mean," she moderated her voice, "I can take care of this. I'm sure you have work to get to." She knew he couldn't miss the dismissal in her voice. Harold turned sullenly away, and Carol began to clean up the glass. The longer she worked on it, the hornier she felt. There was an itch deep inside her that was going to need to be scratched really soon. She was thankful that she hadn't felt the urge to jump Harold right then, and also relieved that Harold hadn't felt the same instincts either. By the time the mess was cleaned up, Carol was nearly frantic with need. If she left for home now, she should just miss her son, and be able to use the vibrator, to get her off. She made it home in record time, and had actually had two orgasms while driving. She could feel her juices leaking down her legs, and glancing at her watch, she was thankful that her son should have left for school by now. She wasn't certain she could contain herself if she was confronted by him right now. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- STATUS REPORT: The separate groups from different cages seem to ignore one another. They are neither hostile, nor aggressive in any way. The females cater exclusively to their male, ignoring the other group. This is not typical mouse behavior. What can it mean? END STATUS REPORT. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Adam knew he was going to be late. He had had to sl**p on new sheets last night, and couldn't figure out why his mom had torn off his other ones without replacing them. He had tossed and turned, worrying over Miss Shelly's reaction yesterday after they had screwed and hardly slept at all, until he finally did sl**p right through his alarm. Forgetting that he had parked in the garage last night, he reached for the front door, only to have it opened for him. His mother stood frozen before him, still in her work smock. Her eyes were large, and she had that deer in the headlights look. "I know I'm late, mom. I'm trying to get to school." He tried to squeeze past her, but her arm shot out and blocked him. He looked at her, and watched as her face slowly turned to face him. Her outstretched arm pulled back, and grabbed the front of his shirt at the same time. "Mom?" was all he had time to say before her lips were mashed to his. He could feel himself getting dragged into the house as his normally aloof mother kissed him passionately. Whether it was from the lack of sl**p, his lack of time to rub one out this morning, or the fact that he really did have an attractive mom, Adam found himself returning the kiss with ardor. "I'm sorry son, but I really need this right now. Just this once and we'll never need to talk about this again." Her hands were fumbling with his pants, and tugging them down as he removed his shirt. He just nodded his head to her, unsure what had gotten into his mother, but afraid to say anything and break the spell. He helped her out of her work clothes, and then followed her back to her bedroom. The memory of him covering her up a couple nights before flashed through his head, and he looked at her pussy to see how wet she was. Despite only having laid down a few seconds before, he could already see her juices leaking out of her. The light brown patch of hair was still there, and there was no mistaking the smell of a woman in heat coming off of her. Seeing her leaking pussy he decided he wanted to taste her. He didn't feel the rush she did, and decided to take his time. He kissed her inner thigh, and loved the way she moaned. "Oh, Adam, please hurry. I need you inside me." He ignored her request, as he reached her labia with is tongue, and sucked them in. He was rewarded with a flood of juices from her, as she grabbed his head and tried to shove his whole face into her. Adam swallowed all that he could, before she grabbed him by his ears and hauled him up to her. "I said I need you IN me! Now fuck your mother, before I tie you down, and do it myself!" She mashed her lips back to his, and he knew she could taste herself on his tongue. He lined himself up with her heavenly hole, and started to press in; only to slide up, bumping her clit in the process. She was tight. Tighter than any of the women he had been with lately, and too tight to just slide right in. He realized that she probably hadn't been with a man in many years, her small vibrator her only companion. "This might hurt, mom. Are you sure?" He lined his cock back up to her, looking into her eyes, and waited for her answer. She threw her legs around him, and pulled him to her. The change in the position of her pelvis plus the grip he had on himself must have done the trick, as he felt his head break past her labia. She screamed, and Adam wasn't sure if it was in ecstasy or pain. He figured by the way she kept frantically thrusting her hips against him, it was the former rather than the latter. He pressed harder into, and felt her tight grip slowly let him slip in. If she hadn't been so wet, he never would have made it this far, this fast. She felt like fire around his rod. All the other women, April, Minnie, and even Miss Shelly had felt hot, but his mom felt like she was either going to burn him up, or squeeze him off. "That's it, baby. Get it in there deeper. Oh, Gawd that thing is huge. No don't stop! I want it all. I NEED it all!" His mom was like a woman possessed, and he couldn't deny that it was turning him on even more. He hunched his back, and lifted one of her smaller breasts to his mouth. It felt like his mom was having one non-stop orgasm after another, as he continued to thrust into her, until he finally felt their hips meet. The feeling was too much for Adam, and he began to blow his load deep into his mother. "Sorry mom, I couldn't pull out." "Oh, I'm doomed!" She wailed beneath him, and he was afraid she was going to have another reaction like Miss Shelly had had. "Mom, I really am sorry!" He tried to tell her. "Wait, you're still hard." He tightened his muscles down there, and realized that he was still pretty stiff. The movement made his mom moan. "Just keep fucking me till I tell you to stop, son. I still need it." Adam had a feeling he was in for a long Tuesday. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OBSERVATION NOTE: The nearest I can speculate is that this is some form of mouse love. This substance seems to induce an immediate and uncontrollable urge to mate with the one using the substance, and then afterwards, want to remain with and care for that one. END NOTE. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harold watched bemused as Carol practically ran from the lab. Even in her lab coat, he thought she looked sexy. He had lusted after her for years, but she had never returned his advances for some reason. He thought he was a decent enough looking man, and he was ambitious enough. He rarely ever had a problem picking up women at the bars. He shrugged Carol's behavior off, as she had been acting odd lately anyway, and turned to look at what she had been doing. Carol was a genius when it came to chemicals, and he wasn't above stealing from co-workers. He noticed a piece of the vial she had missed cleaning up, and stuck it in a little baggy. He started to shuffle through her notes still left on the table, and became really excited. If what he was reading was accurate, and from the way Carol had fled from here, it just might be, Harold was going to become a very rich man. All he had to do was synthesize some more of these elements... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PERSONAL NOTE: Will have to see what happens when we spray the substance on a new male, and introduce it to the cage. My only other question at this point is: what are we going to do with all the extra baby mice running around? 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