Chapter 10
Kip had had a super vacation, that was true. But all the way home in the sleek 747 jet, his mind tossed and turned. Susan wasn't aware how troubled the boy really was about leaving her. The situation had been difficult to accept at first, but with time and love Kip was able to settle into a very sexual and close relationship with his mother. He was in love with the woman now, very much in love with her, and the thought of having to leave her, of having to pretend to lead a normal college-boy life, was frightening. He knew he couldn't stay in Chicago, he knew he couldn't give up his scholarship, and yet he knew he wouldn't be able to stand being away from Susan for any length of time.
What was he going to do? Oh, sure, he knew he could talk to Chris about it in a few days, but he was smart enough to know that the decision ultimately had to be his alone. He wasn't jealous of sharing the woman with others, as long as he could be part of the group, but he knew he would be insanely jealous if she were far from him.
Kip began to feel a cloud of paranoia hover over his head and he wished for a reason to break off their relationship. He wanted to run from the situation while it was at its peak and remember for the rest of his life how beautiful it had been. He didn't have the courage to take the chance of making it work forever or seeing it die one day.
"Kip, is something wrong?" Susan asked.
"Huh? Oh, no, just a headache."
"The stewardess has aspirin."
"No, I'm okay," Kip said, closing his eyes, pretending to be falling asleep. He wanted to run away. He wanted to leave home. He didn't want to hurt his mother, but he thought he had to, rather than take the chance of hurting her even more later in his life. He didn't think things out. He didn't really even try to understand the roots of his fears. He just felt the urge to run.
From the moment the plane landed in Chicago, Kip pretended not to be feeling well and he carried the act all the way through the next three days. On Wednesday morning, Susan sent for the doctor, who could find nothing wrong with the boy. That evening, Kip admitted to feeling better.
That same evening, Kip went to bed immediately after supper. Susan knew he needed to be alone, and she had once promised herself never to force him into anything. She felt he had a right to his privacy and peace of mind whether he was her son, lover, or both.
Kip was awake the entire night. It was impossible to sleep, impossible to think. Chris was coming. College was just a few weeks away. And he was madly in love with his mother. He was so afraid that while he was away, she would meet another man and fall in love with him. He wanted her to be with him, to possess her, to satisfy her, to make her happy, so she would never want another. Kip was young and in love and very insecure, Susan was exactly the opposite. She felt no guilt, no jealousy, no fears. She was secure in her situation. She was in love with the handsome boy and she wasn't looking for another, nor did she think she would ever need another. She was satisfied and happier than she had ever been in her life. She wanted the best for her son, and although she knew she would miss him terribly, she knew it would be best for him to go to college, to earn a degree as well as see what college life was like. She could wait. There were no threats.
She also wanted Kip to be sure he knew what he was doing. She thought perhaps he desired her so much because he had never really had another girl that he cared about, that he loved, that loved him back. She wanted to take the chance that he would find girls at school who were attractive to him, but in the end didn't come near to satisfying him like she could. She didn't want to order him or rule his life. She just wanted to remain loved by him, special in his thoughts and his actions. And she wanted to be fucked by him regularly.
Susan had a plan that she hadn't told Kip about, and later she realized she should have. Susan was planning on buying a vacation home in a section of forest near Minneapolis, where she could spend weekends with Kip while he was at college. It would be her surprise to him when he started school. She had given Mr. Dar-cey the okay before she and Kip had left for California, and the lawyer was working on the purchase.
The next morning, Kip was awakened by a knock at his door. He opened his eyes. Ten-thirty. He had only slept an hour.
Susan opened the door and walked into the room. Kip sat up. "How do you feel?" she asked, sitting next to him.
"Much better. Didn't sleep, though," Kip said.
"Do you know what today is?"
"My eighteenth birthday!" Kip laughed.
"Happy birthday, darling," Susan said, kissing him lightly on his lips. Then she handed him a set of car keys.
"What.. . what are these?" Kip asked, taking the keys from her. He looked at them. Two shiny metal keys, with the name American Motors imprinted on them, hung from a chain.
"Your birthday present. Enjoy it. You'll be needing it!" Susan said, getting up. Without another word, she left the room.
Wait!" Kip yelled. He jumped from the bed and slid on a pair of jeans. "Mom, where is it? What is it?" he shouted, slipping his shoes on his bare feet.
"Come down to the garage," Susan called from the living room.
In two minutes they were down there. They got off the elevator and walked into the garage and Kip saw it immediately. In the center of the garage was a brand new quicksilver Javelin, with a black vinyl roof. Kip's mouth opened in disbelief as he walked to the car, his car. He had seen one in San Francisco, and he and Susan had been walking down Polk Street, and they had stopped to look at the fascinating automobile. Kip had remarked to Susan then that he'd love to have one. And immediately Susan knew what to get the boy for his birthday.
Kip sat behind the wheel, looking at the cockpit arrangement of dials and controls. He looked up at his mother and smiled, then pulled his body up and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you," he said, his eyes filled with appreciation and love.
"I knew you'd be surprised," Susan said. Kip had wanted to take his mother for a ride, but Susan had appointments which had to be kept, so Kip went for a ride alone. He thought perhaps that was what he needed-a drive into the country alone.
He headed the car up Chicago's Lake Shore Drive, continuing up through Evanston, Wilmette, the northern suburbs, and then finally up into Wisconsin. The car handled beautifully and the feeling of speed and control made Kip feel good again, gave him a feeling of power.
Kip drove until he realized he was hungry. He stopped at a little restaurant outside of Milwaukee and ate a hamburger and french fries. He hadn't realized he had gone so far from Chicago, and he was worried he was driving the new car too long in one stretch. After he finished eating, he drove about a mile, parked the car, and sat on the side of the highway, near the sleek new car, giving it time to cool while he watched the passing cars and trucks.
The fascination of the cars moving in front of him, cars, people, everyone going somewhere, gave him the urge to run. He suddenly wanted to get back into the car and take off, driving anywhere, to the edge of the earth, just to get away. Kip thought now was the time to leave, to leave his mother behind, to leave his life behind.
But he didn't do it. He took a deep breath and realized it would accomplish nothing. Yes, he'd take the chance of things working out. Perhaps now with a car, he could come home almost every weekend from Minnesota and be with Susan. Perhaps. He would see. He got back into the car and turned around, heading back toward Chicago.
Susan was surprised when Kip didn't show up for dinner. She thought it strange, but she wasn't worried. She knew the boy was probably so fascinated with his new car he wanted to drive it all day.
But as the hours slipped by, Susan did begin to get worried. Nine. Ten. Eleven. She paced the room, wondering where her son was. The normal thoughts of a mother raced through her mind.. .
Kip has been in an accident . . . Kip has been hurt . . . Kip is in the hospital. Susan was pouring herself her fourth brandy of the evening when Kip walked in the door. He looked tired, ashamed, upset.
"Darling, where have you been? I've been so terribly worried!" Susan asked him, concerned.
"Mom, I'm sorry," Kip said, and then, abruptly, he began to cry. And, just as abruptly, Susan took him in her arms to ease his sobs.
"It's okay, baby, it's okay," Susan whispered, rubbing his head, mot knowing herself what it was that was okay. She sat him down on the couch and cradled his head in her arms, against her breasts, content to hold him until an answer came. They sat there like that for a long time and Kip felt loved, protected.
Finally, Susan moved her hands pulling the boy's head from her lap, and got up to turn out the lights. Kip watched her move to him in the darkness and he opened his arms and grasped her tightly as she fell onto the couch with him.
"Susan, I'm sorry. I tried to run away. Tried to leave. I don't . . . I don't really know why. I'm so afraid of losing you, of being away from you . . . "
"Kip, darling," Susan said, calming him, "I know we won't be apart, we won't lose each other. You must believe that too."
"I feel like a coward." Kip confessed.
"Cowards run and don't come back. You came back."
"But, Mom, what about college? The time we have together seems so little now and . . . "
Susan put her hand to his lips. "Shhh. Kip, you've trusted me before, and believed me. Believe me now. We won't be apart. I promise. We will always be together, even if we're in different places."
There was a long silence.
"I believe you," Kip finally said. "And I love you." His words were tender and honest.
"I love you too, Kip darling," Susan said softly.
The reflection of the moonlight streaming in the balcony doors caused the attractive woman's eyes to glow a soft green. Kip brought his lips to hers, looking deep into her eyes, deep into her thoughts. He brought his hand up to feel her firm breast under her loose robe. The nipple on its soft tip became hard in his fingers.
Susan opened the boy's pants and wrapped her fingers tightly around the head of his standing cock. They kissed for a moment and Kip broke away. "Let's go to bed," the boy said. Susan stood up and took him by the hand, leading him down the dark short hallway to the big bedroom.
By the time Kip got out of his clothes, Susan was already laying naked on the bed. He crawled onto the king-size mattress to join her. He ran his fingers lightly over the whole length of her excited womanly body.
Susan purred softly as his hand ran up the smooth skin of her thighs and brushed against the fuzzy pubic hairs at her crotch. Kip crouched down to explore the delicate form of her pussy with his hands. He wanted to see it like a blind man, to see it through touching it, to sense the delicate and throbbing beauty of her cunt. He cupped her between her legs, feeling the damp patch of soft hair. She invitingly spread her legs out wide to make his exploration easier, and he ran his fingers over the soft lips of her pussy, gently tracing the form in his mind. Using the thumb and forefinger, he parted the soft lips, and with his other hand, he felt the narrow slit and the damp soft flesh of her vagina. When he reached her clitoris, he could feel the throbbing little bud harden to his touch, and he stroked it gently and firmly with his middle finger. Susan responded by spreading her legs even farther.
She squirmed her buttocks down into the mattress in rhythm to his manipulation of her clitoris, and Kip could feel his cock grow harder as he sensed that her face was tense with passionate reaction to his probing finger.
Positioning himself between her widespread legs, Kip couldn't resist his urge to feel her tight vaginal passage any longer, and he felt for the crevice of her small round buttocks. He came in contact with her tiny puckered anus first and pushed against it with his finger for a second. The tight rubbery ring of flesh felt virgin, as it always did, and he pushed against it with the tip of his finger, not entering, just teasing. She quivered and squirmed her buttocks against his finger and he then moved it up along the damp valley to the ragged fleshy opening of her passionate vagina. Kip shoved his middle finger into the smooth slick passage as far as it could go, and he felt the tight wet walls hotly grip around his finger as it probed deeply up into her cunt.
Susan moaned in the darkness. Kip grew more excited from the tantalizing touch sensation of her tight pussy. His cock was fully erect and throbbing from the blood pressure filling it to rocklike hardness. He knew that he had to put his aching cock where his finger was buried.
"Now?" Kip whispered to Susan.
"Yes, oh, baby, yes!"
Kip pulled his finger out of her moist clasping cunt, and, taking her legs in his hands, he bent them back toward her head. At the same time, he slid up against her body until his long hard penis lay across her moist wide-open vagina, along its full length. The touch of her body against his, in the absolute darkness of the bedroom, was a stirring sensation to him. He had her legs pinned back by his arms and shoulders and her firm breasts pushed into his chest as he lay heavily on top of her.
Susan's face was just a few inches from his and he could feel her warm breath against his cheeks. But even that close, he still couldn't make out her face clearly. Just by the feel and the sound of her breath, Kip found her lips with his mouth and kissed her hungrily. Her tongue pushed up into his mouth and flicked deeply inside in answer to his wet kisses. He had never tasted such sweetness before, He thought to himself it was as if they were doing it for the first time.
Kip could feel her hands reaching under the exposed buttocks as she arched slightly, and the sensation of his balls being massaged by her hands sent shivers up his spine. His hard cock jerked in response to the added moisture flowing out around it from her tender vagina. It felt as though she was flexing her cunt lips to squeeze his throbbing cock along its full, distended length.
With her mouth still locked tightly to him, she shoved her hand down between their bodies, searching for the hardness of his cock. Kip gasped as she found his pulsating rod and fondled the swollen gland tip with her cool, long feminine fingers.
The room seemed to be pitch black. Kip couldn't remember it ever being so dark as at this moment. Her scent was unique; it reminded him of the bittersweet smell of damp spring flowers in Vermont. Every nerve in his young body seemed to be feeling, sensing, touching her delicate-almost classic-body.
Kip pushed his torso away until his smooth chest was just barely making contact with the hardened tips of her firm heavy breasts. Then he moved his body from side to side, brushing lightly against the sensitive twin mountains of creamy flesh.
"I love you, I love you," Susan whispered, as if in a trance. She wiggled her body beneath his warm chest, still fondling the tip of his cock with one hand, while she ran her other hand over his tight buttocks and up along his back to pull him down so she could bury her face against his neck. She nipped there at the side of his neck, running the tip of her tongue over the taut muscles.
Kip smelled the fresh brown hair spilling over the pillows and he buried his face in the strands. He suddenly felt his mother move her hips, rolling them against his throbbing cock, the wet canal of the wide-spread pussy teasing his cock into greater hardness and full readiness.
"Now, Kip, please . . . " her words began, and then trailed off into a gurgle of lust. Kip responded by thinking he would fuck her till she couldn't walk.
Kip lifted his hips slightly and she grasped his rigid cock in her hand, moaning aloud as her hand felt the immense size of it. She guided the blood-filled tip up and down between her legs, parting the moist lips of her smooth vagina. Her pubic hair brushed tantalizingly against the head of his cock which grew harder from the sensation until he thought it surely would explode.
Driving his hips forward at exactly the right moment, he pushed through the tight opening of her womanly vagina, plunging the thick head inside. The wet walls of her cunt seemed to clamp tightly around his swollen penis, as he pushed inward a few inches.
Susan arched her back up to take in the whole length of his cock. Backing off very slightly, he pushed ahead again, parting the clasping walls of her cunt as his thick hard column rammed into her womb, but he held back from driving it to its full length. The head of his cock was jerking with excitement as he felt a ripple of wet lubricating juices in the warm wet passage.
His flexing cock stretched and expanded her hot cunt, sending such waves of pleasure through her body that she was about to scream to have it all inside her. She reached up around his buttocks to pull him down, while she tried desperately to screw her cunt up onto his large throbbing column. He could feel the urgency of her attempt to pull him quickly onto and into her belly, and, letting go, he rammed down into the hungry passage. His huge pounding cock slammed down the grasping pussy like an exploding piston, and her cuntal passage clamped around it like warm honey.
Kip slammed his balls against her puckered anus, and his cock hit bottom. Susan purred like a satisfied kitten as she felt the long cock extend itself completely into her body. She jerked back instantly to escape the sudden and very unexpected pain of the huge rod when Kip lunged even farther, smashing his pubic hairs tightly against her mound. His balls smacked loud against her ass. She hadn't expected him to go so deep, and he pushed harder, mashing his pelvis against her wet pubic hairs. She was implanted on the long thing, impaled on it, and Kip held still for a moment to give Susan a chance to feel it in there, strong and tight. She was completely in his control and both mother r and son knew it. He flexed his buried member several times and with each expansion of the rounded head, Susan groaned in unexpected special excitement.
Kip ground the lower part of his body slowly into the soft flesh beneath him, and Susan strained up to adjust to his huge sunken shaft. Then, very slowly and carefully, she backed down the long column, her pussy sliding with a wet, slurping noise until just the tip of his cock remained in her.
Susan held herself in that position for as long as she could, and then arched her hips up and sucked the long penis into her cunt, inch by inch, until the thick hair of her rounded pubic area was again pressed hard against his pelvis. The tight, moist walls working up his cock seemed to pull at every nerve along the shaft, and he felt the pressure of hot sperm in his balls beginning to build up. The end of his long penis moved with wild sensations as it slid up deep inside her smooth flat belly.
Kip shut his eyes tight, concentrating on the exciting feeling racing through his back, his balls, his swollen cock. The feeling of her hot vagina clamping his cock as he slowly withdrew from her body caused him to form pictures in his head of its tight ragged flesh pulling at the skin of his penis.
He drove it back into her, hard, fast, pushing the wet slick walls apart, sliding deep inside the lovely woman. Her legs were still held tightly up around his neck, and she used her arms and arching back to take him in to her maximum depth. Her loud breathing came in short gasps as she fucked her burning crotch up and down on his hardened penis.
Kip felt several sharp little pains as she dug her fingernails into his back and she gasped as she held him tight. Her hips began grinding at a faster pace, at a steady rhythm, sucking up and down his hard organ with her clasping cunt. Each time Kip's cock was buried to the hilt, she wiggled her buttocks up hard against him. She was wild with lust, and her fucking became completely abandoned to her unbridled passion.
Kip thought his mother was about to climax, and he began screwing into her with long hard strokes. Her ass cheeks seemed to drag at his balls as they bounced against her anus with each forward stroke. Low groans from deep within her throat gurgled out into the dark bedroom. She seemed to be completely out of control beneath her son, as her body thrashed crazily with his driving swollen cock.
Susan pulled her hands tight against the muscles of his back, running her cutting fingernails up over his shoulders, her wild-breathing breasts pushing against his chest. She slammed her open crotch up hard against his long, hot, aching cock, catching it and holding it deep inside her belly. Then, as if triggered by the deep plunge of his penis, her belly began jerking spasmodically and uncontrollably as her whole cunt contracted again and again along the fleshy column.
"Kip, Kip, darling," she panted as she felt her boy's beautiful cock fuck her wildly. Kip could feel her secretion pour down her clasping pussy, along the length of his cock to his pubic hair. Shivers chilled his spine.
He pulled back away from her tight hold, withdrawing his long lust-swollen cock to the opening of her soaking pussy, and like a dog gone crazy, he slammed his whole body down as his cock plowed deep inside her coming cunt. His balls were massive by this time, swollen from the pressure within them, and they hit her anus with a loud sound.
Susan's body came up to meet his downward thrust as the springs of the bed squeaked and rolled from the incessant pounding. Her hot passage was wet and sticky from her orgasm as his thick cock drove into her with long, hard strokes. She could feel the enlarged head sliding up and down inside her hot passage like a huge fist, and the slapping of balls against her cum-covered asshole as he pressed forward on the downstrokes. She tore frantically at his shoulders with her nails as her entire cunt quivered from his huge driving member working wildly inside her womb.
Kip could feel his burning come near the tip of his cock. He felt his orgasm rising and knew his semen was about to spill into her and he drove his cock faster and faster into her clasping pussy.
Susan could feel the huge penis grow larger and larger as it slammed deep into her hot in-sides and began spurting flaming, boiling liquid, 'way up inside her stomach.
Kip bit his tongue to keep from shouting. He stiffened his shoulders under his mother's tight fingers as his cum poured from the end of his cock, filling her like he had never filled her before. He thought, in a fast flash, how could he CTer think of leaving her forever? Any moment, any second of pleasure of her was worth months of being at school, away from her.
Susan's cunt clasped tightly around his shooting organ and she felt she was going to burst. She grabbed his shoulders, ripping the skin, holding tight as she felt the cum fill her whole body and she thought it would never stop. The white liquid seeped out along the base of his cock and ran down his balls and onto the bedsheets. Kip's entire body fell against hers and he dug his hands around under her, pulling her sweating body to his. The burning insides of her pussy hung onto his penis till it had stopped shooting, and then slowly let it slide from its welcome place within her.
Kip kissed his mother gently as he felt a final drop of cum run from the tip of his cock to her inner thigh. He moved off her, hugged her tight, and in minutes they were both sleeping, content, happy, and relieved.