Because of his job, encountering delayed flights, angry passengers and rude employees on his way to the airport was nothing new to Dave. Typically he would leave on a Sunday night or Monday morning, returning Wednesday or Thursday to finish up the week back home in the office. But this was no normal trip -- while to many a trip to Cleveland may not seem exciting, they would be wrong. Dave left for the airport straight from the office on Friday. Instead of the normal hotels his company booked for him, he had upgraded to the suite for the weekend. nnThis weekend was the result of much anticipation, waiting, and excitement. Dave was finally meeting his friend Molly. They met online and had been chatting, emailing, calling, and flirting for months now. It just so happened that work was bringing Dave to her neck of the woods this week. Dave decided to come out the weekend before so they could spend some time together. nnOf course, now that the weekend was finally here, Dave had been sitting in the plane on the tarmac for 3 hours, due to thunderstorms. Fortunately the storms seemed to be clearing. Dave had been texting Molly, so she knew what was going on and understood, but Dave still felt bad. They had dinner plans and were going to go out afterwards; he certainly didn't want to miss a minute of it! A friend had dropped her at the airport where Dave was meeting her and using the rental car on the company for the week, taking her back home Sunday night. So he knew that she probably was as bored and anxious as he was.nnFinally the captain made the announcement to buckle seatbelts because they were about to take off. Dave breathed a sigh of relief and excitement and texted Molly one last time, letting her know. It had been a long day. Dave leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, excited but wanting to be well rested.

Preface: The sex in this story begins on page three, in the section titled, "Mom's seduction," and the mother-daughter incest begins on page six, in the section titled, "The most forbidden fruit." Between these scenes is one called, "I'm going to fuck your daughter now ."nnThe first two-and-one-half pages are a fantasy of a different sort and contain no sex. When her petite and darling young lover Kara reveals that she lusts for her virtuous, struggling single mom, model-perfect 28-year-old Susan Smith, lesbian epicure extraordinaire, suspects that the girl is being manipulated.nnUpon investigation she discovers that the voluptuous 36-year-old mom really is the paragon described by Kara, and is on the brink of financial disaster.nnExtremely-wealthy Susan provides a magnificent life-changing gift. She also invites mother and daughter to join her for a lengthy vacation on an idyllic private tropical island. This is the setting for the scenes named above.nnThe character Susan Smith was introduced in "Susan's Teen Lust Satisfied," also on this Web site. It is not necessary to read that story to appreciate this one.nnSusan loves and lusts for sweet young women, and her greatest thrill is to introduce them to the erotic pleasures of girl-girl sex. As an "angel investor" in a movie studio specializing in high quality lesbian erotica, Susan has ready access to willing candidates for her wanton passion. She satisfies this in carefully paced, sensuous seductions in her secluded mansion, where girls who have never known the touch of another woman but are seeking "adventure" are brought slowly to the point of begging for lesbian love.nn"Susan's Teen Lust Satisfied" describes one of these trysts. This story's Kara and Susan came together in another.nnPart 1 – The GiftnnChapter 1 – An urgent messagennSusan's pager beeped its distinct tone as she came out of a business meeting in Zurich, signaling that one of "her girls" had left a message on the hot line she set up in case they ever got in trouble, or needed help. Once back in the hotel she immediately made the call.nn"Hi Susan, this is Kara. I'm all right," the message on the machine back in California began. Smart Kara – to state that important fact first, so that Susan would not suffer unnecessary anxiety.

HinnOk then, here it is. For those that have been following my blossoming lust for my mother, this is what you have been waiting for. Well at least a lot of you have told me in the comments and e-mails I have received, that you have been eagerly awaiting this. At last I am writing about it, telling you all about it, pouring my heart out about how I sucked my mother's tits. nnIf you have read the previous parts, you will know the score, so you can skip the rest of the intro and go straight to the action. If you haven't read them, I would strongly suggest you do. You see the accounts flow naturally and are intrinsically linked. In most parts, and particularly in this one where my mother features strongly, I refer back to what has happened in previous parts, so they should be read in the sequence I wrote them.nnNevertheless, whatever way you do read them, I hope you enjoy them and get as much pleasure and excitement from reading them as I do from writing them.nnPlease feel free to leave whatever comments you wish or e-mail me if you prefer.nnnnnnChapter 1nnI had thought about it so much over the past few months. It was something that had begun to consume my mind. It had become an obsession, a desire, a fantasy, a want and a need. And now I was about to satisfy that need. Yes I was about to suck my mother's luscious, big tits!nnColin, my mum's "friend", had taken the photos for the Berlin Erotic Arts Festival. The portfolio of nineteen shots was entitled, rather naffly I thought, Mother and Child Reunion. It was made up of shots of mum and me naked. He had explained that the final pose was not a photo. Instead, at the festival, she and I would pose in real life.

Chapter Two MelaniennI was waiting for Stephanie at the diner, reading the local newscast on my datapad. There was some story about a local store owner having gone missing, Jack someone. I was so bored. No, that's not quite right. I was so sex starved. Since Rob was transferred to Halifax, I had not had sex at all. I hated the dating scene. It usually took me months to just be willing to go out on dates each time I find myself unattached. In High School I never did, too embarrassed to even try to talk to some guy. Hell, Rob had been a 'fix me up' by me girl friends.nn"Mel! There you are," Stephanie called out. I waved at her. She practically skipped over to the table. She looked at me with a strange expression on her face. Sitting, she asked, "Do you have any idea what you look like? No, of course not. Mel, you look like you dying for a good fuck."nn"Steph! Someone will hear you.