A literotic sexstories: The Awakening of Chris – Part 2 by mistermonster ,
Like before….work of fiction. Hope it makes you feel good in certain areas.
I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled through to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and emptied my stomach into the toilet – 3 times.
40 minutes later I walked down stairs into the lounge. My body was now processing some painkillers and the water I had drunk was keeping my stomach from flipping again.
My mind was racing though. What would Paul’s reaction be when I came down stairs? Would he want to chat? Would he launch into a flurry of punches?
He wasn’t there.
“Paul, ” I shouted immediately regretting it as my voice bounced around in my hungover head.
“Out by the pool sleepyhead.”
I walked out to see Paul in the pool looking as fresh as a daisy. Lying on a sunchair was my Mom wearing nothing but a peach coloured bikini – and looking pretty good.
“Just getting some laps in before the biking. You feeling OK?”
“Better now. We’ll need to head off shortly so we can get to Pike’s peak around lunchtime.”
My Mom sat up, “Where are you boys off to?”
“We’re just heading over to Pike’s to do some offroading. Should be back around 3 or 4.”
“OK – do you want me to fix some food for you?”
“That’d be lovely Mrs Jackson.” Paul said in his most appreciative voice.
My Mom hopped up and walked through to the kitchen.
I saw Paul’s gaze follow her. His eyes took in the rather wonderful sight of my Mother’s tight arse bouncing as she walked away.
Paul looked up at me, “I want to get out of the pool but I’ve got a hard on. I think I had a wet dream about her last night. I messed up your sofa a bit….sorry bro.”
I froze for a second and then tried to hide my relief in a faux angry rant, “Seriously dude, you gotta stop saying things like that. She’s my Mom…..you don’t get to say things like that!”
Paul pulled him self up out of the pool and right enough he was hard.
“Let me take care of this and we’ll head off.”
I sighed in frustration as Paul went off to get….um….changed. I walked into the kitchen to see Mom packing away some condiments for a picnic lunch.
I sat on the other side of the bench. Even though I tried not to I couldn’t ignore my Mom’s looks. The peach bikini was a metallic like material. Her breasts bulged under the material and her nipples stood proudly as the air con in the house caused them to harden.
She stretched up to put the bread away in the cupboard and a took in the vision of her toned back and pert arse. She turned around once the bread was away and walked back to the counter top. Her bikini briefs were the same material as the top and left very little to the imagination. I could see the outline of her pussy.
“Hey! Up here champ!”
I jerked from my leering and met my Mom’s eyes.
“S-s-sorry Mom, It’s just….”
“Just what?”
“Well…you look pretty good in the bikini Mom but it’s embarrassing when you dress like that around Paul.”
“I really don’t think Paul minds sweetie. Besides – I’m almost 30 years older than him. As an almost 50 year old I need to get as much sly looks from boys as possible.”
“MOM!”
She laughed, “I’m joking honey. I was already bathing by the pool when Paul came out. I’ll make sure I bring a towel with me next time.”
“Thanks.”
She walked round the counter top and gave me a hug, “But thanks for the compliment honey, makes an old girl feel good.”
I walked back out past the pool and into my flat in time to see Paul tying up his shoes.
“We ready to go?” He asked.
“Yep, bikes are already on the back of the Wrangler, Mom’s got some lunch stuff for us and the weather is perfect.”
“Let’s do this then!” he smiled
The trip out to Pike’s Peak is about 1 and a half hours. Once you get through the clogging traffic of the city you head into the forestry region. Big wide open plains surrounded by imposing rises. Pikes Peak, Drum’s Leap, Battle River and Roberts Outpost – all well known off road destinations. We got to the car park and saw a smattering of other trucks and jeeps. People were busying themselves preparing their bikes and then roaring off up the various tracks spider webbing out from the car park.
We were heading up Pike’s Peak. It was a fast track with a ton of jumps and some tricky hill climbs. I had loaded up the new Yamaha 250’s and had 2 20 litre jerry cans full of fuel locked in the Wrangler. We would have enough fuel for a good 5 or 6 hours of riding.
Making sure everything was in good working order we started up the engines, dropped the clutches and disappeared in a cloud of dust and gravel.
We were both competent riders. I was better in the air but Paul’s handling through the tricky sections was far superior to mine. I watched as he powered up Scratchy Rise. The bike totally in his control. I managed to get up but not without a couple of worrying moments.
An hour and a half later we were at the top of Pike’s looking out over the valley and chomping away on the packed sandwiches that Mom had made.
“Great sandwiches.” Paul remarked.
“Yeah.”
Paul turned to me, “I’m sorry about the shit with your Mom. I’ll lay off.”
I shrugged my shoulders, “It’s difficult you know. I know she is good looking. But she’s my Mom.”
“Yeah, must be difficult.”
I turned to see Paul’s face crease with a smile. “Shut up you dick.”
He broke into a laugh and put his hands up in a surrendering pose, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry……I’ll lay off.” he paused, “have you ever…..you know….used her as an aide?”
“What!”
“Oh come on dude. It’s not that bad. I’ve wanked off to a picture of my Mom before…hell….I’ve even knocked one off watching my Sister by the pool.”
“What! What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Don’t be such a prude. You never felt a stirring when you got a hug from her?”
“Well…..but she’s my Mom.”
“I’m not talking about fucking her! She looks good – so why not use her image.”
“Jesus Paul – what’s got into you. Your sister!!”
Admittedly Paul’s sister was a looker. 2 years younger than Paul. Her volleyball career had sculpted her body into a rock hard athlete’s physique.
“So you’ve wanked over Tracey?”
“Tons of times. I’ve even fucked her.” he said flippantly.
I stared open eyed at Paul. Who was this guy? Who was this monster?
“Relax. She said it was OK.”
“OK what now?”
“She caught me wanking once,” he laughed, “I thought she was going to kill me but she said it was OK. From then on, whenever she sunbathed, she’d go topless and always make sure she was lying on the sun lounger so I could see her from my window.”
I stared, shocked.
“A couple of times when Mom and Dad weren’t home she’d get herself off and make a bit of a show for me. Then she started coming into my room and playing with herself on my bed while I wanked. But sometimes we’d go further. She eventually said I could fuck her but I wasn’t allowed to cum inside her.”
“Oh yeah – cause obviously the fact that you might cum in her was the big issue here! And your Mom?”
Paul laughed again, “I was messing around with her laptop and I opened a folder that had all her pictures in it. There was a separate file with no name on it so I opened it. It had a whole lot of photos of her in tight skirts, swimwear, lingerie and heaps of naked ones.”
I let out a deep breath, “This is spinning me out man.”
“It’s just porn dude. Just so happens I’m related to it. It’s not hurting anyone. Besides – it’s all cool if someone is asleep.”
My heart stopped beating, my throat tightened. He knew….oh shit Paul knew.
Paul saw my face and smiled. “Don’t worry about dude. No harm done.”
“W-w-w-what?”
“Come on mate – did you honestly think you could jerk someone off and them not know what was going on?”
“B-b-but….you were asleep.”
“No. I was enjoying it so I let it carry on. If you want to jerk me off that’s fine.”
Why was he being so calm about all of this?
“Sometimes you just have to go with the flow.” he proclaimed
“Yeah – but your best mate wanking you off is a bit more than going with the flow.”
“I’ve known you for years dude…..I trust you. And anyway – that whole scene doesn’t really bother me. It’s not like I haven’t been with a guy before.”
So this was a pretty big piece of information that I never knew about!
“You’ve been with a guy? When…..how?”
“I was at college for a while remember. Experimentation was a pretty big part of it.” he said as though he was telling me something that every other person on the face of the planet knew.
My mind was in pieces. In the space of a few minutes everything I had ever known about Paul had crashed to the ground, shattered and then rebuilt itself into a completely different character.
Paul turned and looked at me, “Don’t let it get in way of us though. I’m still Paul. I’ll still beat you down in driving games and get up a hill faster than you on a dirt bike.”
“So are you gay then?” I inquired.
“Heeeell no. There is no way I’m turning my back on the ladies. I love pussy way too much to let it go.” he snorted.
“But if I’m feeling horny and there is only a guy around….and he’s keen….then I’ll have some fun.”
I stared at him. He wasn’t joking.
He laughed again and reached into one of the pockets of his shorts, “Here take this.”
He tapped on the screen of his phone a few times and then threw it over to me.
“Push play and see what you think, I’m off for a walk – see you in about 15 minutes.”
Paul got up and trudged a little way down the hill behind some rocks to do the quick walk to the lookout. I lifted the phone and shielded the screen from the glaring sun.
It was a video. There was a large triangle in the middle of the screen. I touched the icon and watched as the video jerked into life.
There was a flurry of blurred images. The microphone picking up the knocks and bangs of the phone being roughly moved. When it finally steadied it was recording a woman, lying on her back, naked. She was panting and groaning. Her breasts were moving back and forth on her body. They were large and obviously enhanced. She was tanned, but across her breasts she was pale where her bra or bikini top would usually be.
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