A thousand "Thanks!" to Bob from Illinois for his valuable help.
FOREWORD
The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery, and growth involving a small group of people.
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Many of these chapters could go into many different categories. For example, in Chapter 1 there's a small amount of male-male sex. A number of ladies have said it turns them on to picture two guys, just like the idea of girl-girl sex is arousing to many males. Yet Chapter 1's purpose is to supply important background regarding the heterosexual development of 2 young men, so I'd hope a totally hetero or gay reader could both relate to and enjoy this chapter.
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Chapter 58: Mom Tending The Garden Makes Everything Grow, Even Larry
Thanks to one of those mysterious teacher conferences, that I've always suspected were nothing more the faculty sanity days away from the kids, it was a school holiday. Carly made sure I was up and out early. As soon as we got to the barn, she made sure I was out and up, then in. Sex was always fantastic. Carly was always incredible to make love to. But slipping into her warm body when the air in the barn was so brisk felt better than almost anything I could think of at the moment of penetration.
By choice, I took Munchkin from behind. I lived for the sensation of her buns pushing into my groin. Soon my hands were under her bra massaging or cupping her magnificent mammary glands. Carly established a very slow rhythm so she'd have plenty of time to play with her clit. This morning I'd promised her she'd come first in thought and fact. Our options were limited with us both having our pants around our ankles, but we both achieved our 'goals'.
Carly did come first. When she moaned, "Oh, yes, yes, I coming..." I turned my hips loose. When get gets off, Carly is so sexy that she invariably makes me come if I'm anywhere near ready. This fine, brisk morning I was very ready; I'd had erotic dreams all night, but no nocturnal emissions. Needless to say my pump was primed. It felt as if the harder Munchkin's tunnel clamped around my penis, the more my erection swelled. I doubted any of the sperm I felt coursing through my long tube would have a chance to leak out for a while.
My glans was swollen and super sensitive. So sensitive that morning that my hips would buck on their own as intense tingling caused me to thrust spastically. Carly must have enjoyed herself; going limp like a rag doll, I was soon holding her up by her stilled cupped teats. She couldn't stand very well. She didn't speak, but she did flick her clit for as long as I kept my piston in motion. Gotta love a women that knows how to enjoy sex.
Eventually Carly's tight vagina asked me to leave. Facing each other in an embrace, we kissed a few minutes, all the while fondling our lover's genitals. At last, both satisfied, and out of time, we pulled up and refastened the other's pants because that felt a lot sexier than doing our own.
We hugged a last time. I knew it would be late before Carly was home again. She and Dad had a long list of errands. Since they went to a real town so rarely, Dad planned to take Carly to dinner and a movie to reward her for recent excellent grades, and for a little bonding.
Carly headed straight to the shower when she got in. She not only needed to get ready while Mom fixed breakfast, she also used the opportunity to rinse out any telltale semen that soaked into her panties.
All too soon she'd left with Dad.
Mom seemed to be in a happy, playful mood while I helped with dirty dishes after our meal. We talked about a lot of things, in no particular order. Seeing a wistful expression during a comment about her family, I became curious about her life growing up.
It was pretty neat hearing about many things that hadn't changed at all, and things that were drastically different in just a couple decades. I got the impression she'd been a bit lonely growing up despite the fact that she must have been one of the prettier girls around. Guess I'd always assumed pretty girls always got anything they wanted, and somehow were never neglected.
Dishes done and put away, I announced I was going for a shower. As I turned to leave, Mom did something she'd never done before. She gave me a friendly swat on the butt as she said, "Don't take too long, I need you, in the garden. Will you be outside soon?"
Turning, I gave her a hug and a kiss that was half lips, half cheek. She lifted a hand to my cheek, it lay there softly as if encouraging the kiss to linger. Mom was a good kisser. She headed out the back door for the garden; I headed upstairs to the bathroom.
By the time I'd changed then joined her in the garden, she'd already hauled out the buckets we'd need and was busy picking green beans. While Mom picked along one side of the row, I was supposed to gather from the other side. Apparently she'd already picked a few cucumbers and squash, she could be a real bundle of energy at times.
At first I concentrated on picking beans, then my concentration went all to hell. As I straightened up to give my back a rest, I looked over the tall plants towards Mom. That was when I realized she was wearing a baggy shirt, the top couple buttons were undone, and the shirt was hanging away from her chest. Mother was not wearing a bra! Mom had fantastic breasts!
As she reached high and low for beans, I was treated to the sight of her breasts swaying inside her blouse. I saw thick red nipples, cleavage, and soft, alabaster skin that begged to be touched. Immediately I began picking beans from places that gave me the best chance to peek down her front. When she'd stand, I'd pick like a demon where necessary to move into a good position for another look at her teats. Despite having a good screw with Carly earlier, I was definitely very horny again.
My every other thought was devoted to earnestly wondering what else Mom had hidden under her clothing, something I hadn't done since early puberty. Her pubic hair must be jet black, but what did she look like naked? Dad was so lucky to be able to have her any time he wanted I kept thinking. My mind tried to picture a hard penis moving in and out of her body. I could and couldn't picture it.
A lot of beans on my side of the row were missed I figure. I was fully preoccupied watching her breasts and thinking about sex, not a formula for getting work done. Before long, we were at the end of the row. There were a lot of beans in my bag, so I guess I accomplished something. Mom emptied her load into a box, but some spilled. As she knelt down to pick up the dropped ones, I stood immobile, again seeing inside her blouse.
