Karen, part 3
By Rampant Tiger
The story of how an ambitious young woman becomes boss of a trucking firm and years later introduces her great-grandson to the joys of the open road.

 

     KAREN (Continued)
         


CHAPTER 11     A Visit To The Gym
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The second day of Ronnie's vacation was not at all like the first.  For one
thing, he never got out of bed.  After sleeping the sleep of the deadly ex-
hausted, Ronnie woke up completely refreshed and feeling full of vim and 
vigour.  He glanced over at the clock, and was amazed to find out it was 
nearly noon - he'd been asleep for almost a whole day.  No wonder he felt
so energetic!  As he was about to leap out of bed and go in search of his 
mom, the recollection of yesterday's orgy flashed across his mind, and he 
relaxed a moment to make certain that those memories were not just a dream -
but what a dream! - and that they had actually taken place.  "WOW," he gasped
"Screwed by your own mother!  No!  RAPED by your own mother!"  And what a 
mother she had turned out to be!  He relaxed just a minute to think over what
had happened and he started to get excited all over again - sexually excited.
Gad, he was getting a hard on like he'd never had before.  His prick rose and 
swelled and throbbed and he hurt.  He wanted - he needed - relief from the
ache in his balls and his stomach and his mind.  Masturbation wouldn't do it,
it just wouldn't do.  What he wanted, he now knew so clearly, was to have his
mother's arms around him again, and her lips over his, and to have his big
and thick and rock-hard cock engulfed in the cunt through which, just over 
fourteen years ago, his whole being had been thrust on its way into this
life, and to feel the walls of that same vagina, now sinuous and muscular, 
squeeze the pulsing life out of his swollen cock, and wring the steaming cream 
out of his painfully-yielding penis.  He ached so hard that his muscles got
rigid and tears dripped from his eyes.   "Where are you, Mother, my darling 
lover and my magnificent Greek God that I totally worship?"  Ronnie lay back
on his bed and suffered the torments of hell!!!

Where was his mother?  After a killing morning work-out, trying to rid her 
mind and body of the compelling lust she was feeling for the young, nubile,
sensual physique of her young son - and not succeeding at all - Karen had 
started to plan for the wild trip she had promised Ronnie if his schoolwork
was good.  And it had been - very good indeed - so Karen felt committed to 
the trip and, in fact, she was looking forward to it.  Although her years of
driving the huge tractor-trailers had taken her to every corner of the 
country, and she was familiar with every nook and cranny along all of the 
major highways and most of the minor byways, that had been years ago, and 
now the call of the road was rising within her again.  Not with the power of 
a massive transport this time, but for something more personal and more
exciting, and something that would let her get as close to Ronnie as she
possibly could, and something that would put no restrictions whatever on 
where they went.  Finally, Karen had decided on a motor-bike.  A touring 
bike big enough to carry the two of them, and the minimum baggage they would 
need, for hours at high speed along the wide-open throughways and interstate
highways but small enough to handle well on cross-country trails and on dirt 
tracks and on back country roads. 

Having decided on a plan, as she completed her final laps in the pool after
her intense work with the heavy weights in the gym, Karen felt as giddy as 
a schoolgirl and, without waiting to dry herself off, bounded up the stairs 
to Ronnie's room to ask for his approval - it was, after all, HIS trip.

Karen's trip up the stairs, soaking wet and completely naked, was as silent
as a cloud, and she stepped into Ronnie's room just in time to see him wipe
the tears from his eyes.  "Darling!  What's wrong?  Why are you crying like
this?"  Karen asked.  Ronnie opened his eyes and held out his arms to the
anxious amazon sitting on the bed beside him.  "Mother!  Hold me tight!  I 
want you and I need you right now.  Please make this ache go away.  I can't
stand it any more.  Please take me and hold me deep inside you, and squeeze
me again like you did yesterday."   Karen laughed and ran her fingers through    
her son's wavy hair.  "Ronnie...  That's a pretty normal reaction to the 
screwing you got, and you're just not used to it yet.  I guess the only 
remedy for that kind of ache is to just make love again and again until that 
ache is replaced by another one that's just as painful, but one you can treat 
with lotions and linament and gentle motherly hugs and kisses.  So let's try
it right now."   Gently, Karen pulled back the covers from the trembling 
body of her young son, and lay down beside him and softly and smoothly let 
her hands play over his naked body, and her lips caress his turgid breasts 
and her toes run up and down his strong, muscular legs until Ronnie whimpered
and throbbed and his cock stood rigid and ready for the taking - and his 
mother took it!  She slid her wet body over his and rotated her hips and 
clamped her cunt tight over his swollen cock and took his tongue in her 
mouth until it felt like it was being pulled out by its root. Ronnie exploded 
and his creamy, sticky cum poured over his belly and lubricated the action 
of Karen's hard, muscular, deep-cut abs across his firm, pressing stomach, 
and he was again aroused and Karen's fingers drove deep into the tight 
muscles of his anal opening and drew out and drove in and drew out and drove 
in until all four of her fingers rotated inside his rectum and his bowels 
collapsed and his body fluids poured out like water.  Karen's vagina squeezed 
and relaxed and squeezed again and again until Ronnie's hard, thick cock was 
drained of every drop of its steaming juice, and collapsed along with every 
other fibre of Ronnie's young body.  Ronnie had been screwed again, and his 
mother had enjoyed every fucking moment of it!  She had been sexually aroused, 
and screwing her son had helped, but she was now a super-fit, super-strong 
super-woman, and her sexual urges - no! - sexual NEEDS were as powerful as 
the rest of her magnificent physique, and now Karen ached and suffered just 
as Ronnie had.  She wanted more ass and she didn't care where she got it.

It was now after one, and Ronnie was off into the land between blissful
sleep (with a stupid grin on his face) and the complete unconsciousness of 
utter exhaustion.  He would be out for hours and Karen was aching.  She  
jumped out of Ronnie's bed, grabbed the sweaty shorts he had worn in the
gym (was that only yesterday?) pulled them on, grabbed a dirty sweatshirt 
from the floor, and ran downstairs struggling into it.  She went outside,
jumped on Ronnie's bike and pedalled, at top speed, the four miles to Donna's
gym. She was hoping the strenuous exercise would cut the sexual agony - but
no way.  The woman, at sixty-two, was as fit and as strong as she had been
at thirty-two!  She jumped off the bike at the gym, trotted inside to see who 
was there, and went straight into Donna's office.  At this hour, the gym was 
pretty busy, and instructors, male and female, were putting several groups
through aerobic classes, and several others were working with body-builders
and body toners on free weights and on a variety of complicated machines.  
Ralph was putting a massive, deeply-cut body-builder through his paces in 
preparation for an upcoming pro contest, and Donna was in the office alone.
Karen didn't try to explain anything.  She just seized Donna, stripped 
off her sweat-suit and workout clothes with no effort at all, and laid 
her on her back, naked, on a wide sofa against the office wall.
Donna was startled, to put it mildly, but she knew her mother well, and
she recognized the overpowering need that had brought Karen there.

"Hi, Mother, just take it easy and be careful not to hurt me.  Remember the 
kind of muscles you've got. Let me ease you out of those clothes, and we can
just make love like a normal couple until the hurt goes away."  Karen grunted,
and ripped off her shirt and shorts - she wasn't wearing anything else, not
even shoes - and lay down with her arms around her daughter. 

"Christ, Donna, that grand-son of yours has a magnificent body for a kid his
age, and he knows what to do with it in bed.  He made me come twice, and I 
would have again if he'd had the strength to go along with his technique.  
He's just like your father - all style and no stamina!"

But enough talk!  Karen and Donna, mother and daughter, naked in each others 
arms in that small office, let their lips touch and open and gently rubbed 
their teeth against each other's.  Their teeth separated and their tongues 
entwined and pushed forward and pulled back, wrestling, first in Donna's
mouth, then in Karen's, until their saliva dripped down their chins and the
smooth, hairless lips of their labia pressed tightly together and sucked
until both the girls came and the hot, creamy juices ran down their bellies
and oiled the feverish rubbings of their hard-muscled abs and of their rock-
solid and striated thighs.  ("both the GIRLS!!" - No way were these magni-
ficent physical specimens "girls". Donna was 46 and a grandmother several 
times, and Karen was 62 and a GREAT-grandmother ( the MOTHER of a sexy
teen-age son, too, of course!) but their bodies responded like rabbits in 
heat and they screwed like love-sick teen-agers on their last dates.  May-
be, mentally and sexually, they WERE girls.)

Donna finally collapsed in exhaustion, and lay back helplessly to endure the 
ministrations of her mother's hands and tongue on the super-sensitive, fully
aroused erogeneous areas that Karen knew so well.  Karen's hot breath poured 
over Donna's breasts and the nipples grew as rock-hard as the pectoral 
muscles supporting them.  Karen's fingers probed her daughter's now fully 
sensitive anal areas, and her other hand caressed Donna's feet and toes.  
Karen let her mouth slide gently over her partner's steaming twat and let 
her tongue caress the muscular, but now helplessly relaxed, walls of that
sexy tunnel.  Karen's own cunt now covered Donna's  gasping mouth and closed 
its rasping, grasping grip on Donna's tongue, and she sucked with her mouth
and she sucked with her cunt until Donna exploded and shuddered and collapsed 
in agony and ecstasy on the soft couch under the tremendous ejaculations of 
her fantastically copulative mother!   Donna was done!

Karen sighed and rose from the sweating body of her daughter, now covered in 
creamy, sticky cum, both from Donna's sexual orifices and from her own.
She was still not completely sexually satisfied, but she was sure a lot 
closer to it. Donna, from the time she had been a magnificent physical and 
sexual performer as a teen-ager, had always been Karen's favorite partner,
and she was still performing magnificently!  But she was getting older and 
didn't have the stamina she once did.  She looked great, and her screwing 
was fantastic but, in spite of the hours spent in her gym, the rock-hard, 
striated musculature and the unbelievable strength and flexibility she had
once displayed so wantonly were just not there any more.  Karen understood
why, the same thing had happened to her after she was forced to give up her
driving for a management role, and it was only her need to provide a role-
model for her teen-age son that had driven her back to the sweat and strain
of re-developing her body into the magnificent ageless physique she now 
possessed - and she was almighty glad it had!

"Well, Donna, you can't stay like that!  Mummy will just have to clean you 
up again."  Karen smiled lovingly at her daughter, leaned over and picked 
her up with no apparent effort and cuddling her in hard muscular arms, 
carried her into the showers.  Karen showered with Donna in her arms, laid
her across her shoulders and soaped her from head to toe, rinsed off the 
soap and stood Donna on her feet in the shower.  Donna was now recovering
from the physical beating she had taken, and was eager to soap and wash her
mother's smooth, hairless body, to run her hands over the rock-hard, striated
muscles on the arms and legs and back and chest on the amazing physique of
the woman who had borne her almost 50 years before.  To rub against the cut
valleys and rigid mounds of Karen's abs and pecs and biceps and lats, and to
put her arms around her mother's narrow, rippling waist and her hands over  
the hard striations of her muscular glutes, and to feel the sexual arousal 
once more as she came in the shower in the arms of her mother.

But that was the last time!  They both showered off and dressed - for Karen, 
this didn't take long - and Donna exclaimed, "You haven't seen Ralph yet!  He
isn't in the gym in the mornings and I don't think he's seen you in a year.
He'd never forgive me if you left without seeing him.  I'll go finish off 
with Gerry, and let Ralph come in to talk with you.  Gerry's a pro but, at 
twenty-eight, he's all muscle and cock.  He's got a good chance to place in 
the upcoming pro championships so we're helping him all we can.  Another half 
hour should do for today."  Donna went out in the gym to where Ralph and 
Gerry were working, and spoke to Ralph.  Ralph grinned and turned and came 
right in to the office.  "Hi, Karen.  God, You're looking better every time 
I see you.  What's doing it - keeping up with that young kid of yours?  He 
must be a handful.  He comes in here pretty often, and the girls can't
stay away from him, And I don't think he tries to avoid them either.  He's
got a great body and he's smart."

"Oh, I'm managing, Ralph.  We're planning on a trip together, as a reward 
for him doing so well at school this year.  He was a top student, a top 
wrestler, and he was at the top in the social events, so he's earned it"

"I'll bet he was at the top in social events!  I'll bet he's screwed every
good-looking girl in the senior grade, and he's not fifteen yet.  Be careful,
or he'll start looking you over as well.  Not that I'd blame him.  You're 
looking tremendous, and I can't help staring at the muscles on your legs.  
Inch for inch and pound for pound, if the rest of you is as well-developed, 
I'd put you up against that young pro out there, and he wouldn't have a 
chance.  IS the rest of you as well developed?  I haven't seen you in the gym 
here for over a year."

"Yes, Ralph, the rest of me is just as well developed.  I've had a great 
year.  Muscle-wise, I've never ever been better.  I'm physically stronger 
than I've ever been - even when I was "top-loading - and my flexibility
is as good as any kid of fifteen.  I know.  I've compared myself with 
Ronnie and there's nothing he can match me at - let alone beat me.'

"Hmmm.", said Ralph, "If you say so!"  and grinned.

"Ha! Doubting Thomas! If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you.  First,
I'll show you!",  and Karen stripped off her sweatshirt.  Ralph's eyes popped 
out at the sight of his mother-in-law's tremendously muscular upper body.
He just hadn't realized the kind of physique Karen had developed in the 
last year and a half!  Karen still knew how to pose, how to exhibit every
cut and striation and peak of her massive structure, and how to flex every
muscle to the max to show her biceps and triceps and lats and pecs, and to 
swell her ripped thighs to mighty peaks, and to turn around to display the
ropes of muscle weaving across her back and the rock-hard, diamond-shaped
mounds of her calves and her powerful ankles and feet.  She flexed and posed 
and then she reached down and slid off her son's shorts and exposed the 
hard cuts of her tight, rippling glutes, and Ralph gasped and shot his load 
right into his pants.  Karen laughed out loud, and said, "No No Baby! you 
don't get off that easy.  You've got a price to pay for that demonstration,
and you can start to pay it now."  She leaned forward and grabbed Ralph by
the top of his soaking pants, (it had been a tremendous ejaculation!) and
lifted him onto his back on the couch.  She stripped off his pants and his 
shirt and his shoes and slid across his now sweating body to run her lips
softly over his and to run her fingers gently across his muscular chest and
around his swelling nipples until they stood out straight and hard as rocks.
Karen's other hand caressed Ralph's cock, now swelling and lengthening and 
turning hard as a rod of steel as he was again aroused to a sexual crescendo
by the manipulations of the herculean amazon sitting astride him.  He was 
just reaching a tremendous peak of erotic agony when Karen slid off him and 
swung around to kneel across his chest with her lips caressing the tip of his
powerfully extended dong.  Ralph shuddered and groaned and thrust his bulging 
cock as far into Karen's receptive saliva- lubricated mouth as he could.  It 
went in a long way, but not nearly far enough to satisfy the sexual cravings 
of his eager lover.  She gulped, and relaxed her throat and the corded muscles 
of her neck and slowly slid Ralph's monstrous weapon deep inside her until it 
seemed to reach all the way into her stomach.  Ralph whimpered with the pain 
of his penis in captivity, then let out a fearsome roar as he tried to escape
the squeezing, wringing torture he was having to endure.  Before he could 
utter another sound, a roar or a cry or a whimper, Karen silenced him comp-
letely by clamping her cunt over his open mouth and, with a tremendous 
contraction of her sinuously muscled vaginal walls, sucked his tongue and his 
breath deep inside her.  Karen rotated and flexed and sucked and squeezed and
Ralph came and collapsed and was torn up and comforted and pulled again to 
the heights of erotic ecstasy and his whole physical being erupted in an
uncontrollable, explosive ejaculation, and Ralph, just as his wife had done  
a little while before, collapsed in a state of exhaustion, both physical and
sexual, and just lay on his back on the sofa, - naked except for his socks.

Karen laughed and sprang to her feet as the door to the office was flung open, 
and a worried-looking Donna ran in.  She stopped when she looked over and
saw her exhausted husband flaked out on the couch, not moving a muscle, but
emitting pathetic groans and sighs.  "Shit, Mother!  You've done it again!
Between his physical exhaustion and his visions of you raping the guts out 
of him, Ralph will be useless for sex with me for a month.  And just after 
you've got my sexual fantasies all stirred up!  I hope you're satisfied!"

Karen grinned the grin of the truly replete. "Yes, Donna, I'm really and 
truly satisfied, thanks to you and your very attractive and sexy husband.
I'm going to head home now and start looking after my hungry son."

"Did you want a lift, Mom.", Donna asked, " Gerry's leaving now, and he 
goes right past your place.  It'll be better than cycling in this rain."

"Sure, if it's OK with him.  I'll leave my bike here and pick it up later.
And I'll borrow a skirt from you to go over these shorts. I don't want the 
guy so distracted by my legs that he can't drive."

"OK, I'll tell him you'll be with him in a minute.  But, for Christ sake,
Mom, be careful with him.  He's over-muscled and over-sexed, and thinks he's
God's gift to the ladies.  Although I'll admit he's pretty darn good in bed.
But don't tell Ralph I told you that or he'll kill the kid and we have high
hopes of him doing well in the Championship.  Anyway, he's never run into 
anyone like you, so take it easy on him or we're dead."

"Donna, you malign me.  I'll be as good as gold.  Trust me."

So Donna introduced Gerry to Karen, and went back into the office to tend
her sleeping husband.  She would have to bathe him and dress him and carry 
him up-stairs to bed, but that would be no strain at all on her well-muscled
physique.  She wondered idly how Karen and Gerry would make out.  She didn't 
trust her mother at all.  But what the hell, Gerry is a big boy.




CHAPTER 12    The Trip Home


Gerry had a little European sports car, and when he got into it he seemed 
to fill the whole front seat.  Karen gave him directions to her house and   
then sat back and relaxed.  She'd had a busy day, screwing three of her most  
intimate relations to the point of their utter exhaustion, and it was only 
just suppertime.  She was tired and content and wholly satisfied with her 
life at present.  She didn't want a thing as they sped toward her home 
through the busy, rain-drenched streets.

As Gerry drove along, he eyed his passenger in his rear-view mirror, and was 
interested in what he saw.  Mature, well-groomed and handsome, in fact, 
beautiful, as she sat there relaxed.  She looked very fit and strong - for a 
woman - and he let his gaze fall down to her shapely legs and feet.  Under 
the skirt she had borrowed from Donna, Karen was still wearing Ronnie's 
shorts, and by now they were wrinkled and bunched up around her thighs.  
But she was still barefoot and her muscular ankles and feet were exposed to  
Gerry's enquiring gaze. Gerry got VERY interested in his relaxed passenger.

"Karen, I haven't seen you at the gym before. Are you a friend of Donna's"

"More than a friend, Gerry,.  We're related, and I've spent a lot of time at
the gym, but in the mornings when it's quiet.  You're never there then."

"Sorry I missed you.  You look like you've worked out a lot.  Related?  Are 
you Donna's sister?  God, there's a woman for you.  She works with me a lot 
to develop my musculature for the pro championship, on diet and aerobics and
specific exercises to bring out my major muscle groups.  It's worked good, 
too.  What do you think?  See that bicep?"  Gerry took his hand off the 
wheel and flexed his right arm in Karen's face.  "Feel it.  Nineteen inches
and hard as a rock.  Go ahead.  Just feel it."   Karen did, and ran her hand
over his triceps and his pecs, and slid her hand under his shirt and gently  
caressed the smooth skin on his hairless chest and softly stroked his now
turgid nipples.  "Gets you excited, doesn't it.  Most girls go ape when I  
flex, and really want to get close to me.  I like that, but I don't like 
girls that have let themselves go and gotten fat.  I don't go for them at 
all.  I like 'em with muscles.  They last longer.  And I don't mind older 
women, either.  When they get into their thirties, they have the experience 
to go with their looks and can pace themselves better.  Muscles and maturity, 
that's for me."  Gerry grinned and went back to driving.  "How about you,
Karen.  You look perfect and you feel pretty good,too.  It's a pity you have 
to go right home or we could go up to my apartment and I could show you some 
real muscles.  I could let you feel them, too."

"Gerry, what makes you think I have to go right home?  If we did go to your 
place, I could phone my son and tell him I won't be home for supper. He's
fourteen and that's old enough for him to get his own supper once in a 
while." 

Gerry calculated quickly --'A fourteen-year-old son.  That would make Karen
about forty. Not a kid, but not too old for a good piece of ass, either, if 
she is in good shape - and Karen looks to be in good shape.  Great ' -- He
clearly - oh, so clearly - recalled his sessions with Donna, and he knew SHE 
was well over forty, so he began to get a little bit excited over his ex-
cursion home with Karen.

"Great!  A quick drink and a quick snack and then I'll do a little posing 
and show you what muscle really looks like.  If you're very good, I'll even 
let you touch them when they're fully pumped and sweaty and bulging to the 
max."  Gerry obviously knew what turned women on, and he was very good at it.  

In spite of the exhausting sessions of high-powered erotica Karen had already
been through today, she was starting to look forward to this little encounter
with Gerry, and in spite of herself, was beginning to feel the early pangs of 
sexual arousal.

Gerry's apartment was on a side street, occupying, along with his private 
garage, the whole basement in a small building, affording him plenty of 
privacy and a solid floor for his extensive sets of weights and machines. 
He was a dedicated body-builder and he had the equipment he needed to dev-
elop the muscles he was so proud of and that, as he well knew, paid off in 
spades when he entertained the ladies!  Leading Karen into his foyer, he 
tossed aside his jacket, exposing his muscular chest and arms in a tight-
fitting tank top.  "Can I get you a drink, Karen?  A beer?  A very dry 
martini?  A little white wine, perhaps?"

"I'll have a bourbon, if you have it, Gerry, no ice, no water.  Better make 
that a double.  I'm pretty thirsty after that drive."

"Sure.  No problem, Karen",  Gerry grinned to himself - this was starting
out better than he had hoped - as he poured the drinks.  He made two the 
same, and handed one to Karen.  Karen had made her phone call and had settled 
down in a comfortable armchair.  "Scholl!"  he toasted, "We can sit here a 
minute and relax before we have a snack." and he settled down on a large, 
comfortable sofa facing Karen.  "So you have a young son, do you?  Does he 
work out at the gym at all?  I know a lot of the youngsters over there.  
They like to watch me work out, especially when I'm practicing my posing 
routine.  I think it's a kind of hero-worship, and I don't mind.  At least 
it keeps them off the street."

"Yes, he works out at the gym quite a bit, especially on his wrestling, and  
he's the top wrestler in his class at High.  His name is Ronnie, and he's 
Donna's grandson.  She's pretty proud of him."

"Hey, I know him!  Sure!  Boy, he's got a great body for a kid his age. I'll
bet he's a big hit with the girls.  Does he ever talk to you about them?"

"No.  And I don't ask!   But I know for sure he's not a virgin."  Karen 
grinned, "I've taught him all I could about sex - safe, and otherwise! -
and I'm sure he's put it to good use."

"If he's Donna's grandson, Ronnie's father must be her son.  I understand 
he's about to become a medical specialist of some kind.  I guess you don't 
see too much of him."

"You've got that right - on both counts.  Donna sure isn't old enough to be 
MY mother!   So Ronnie's been my baby all along.   We've got a gym at home,
and we work out there together sometimes.  You're right about him having
a great body.  I like to run my hands over his chest and arms and legs and,
even if I am his mother, it turns me on.  Whew!  Just thinking about it turns
me on!  Gerry, can we skip that snack for a while and get right into that 
demonstration of massive muscle you were promising?  It had better be pretty 
good."

Gerry took Karen's hand and guided her into a well-equipped weight room.
Roomy and brightly lit, it had a Stairmaster, a Nordic-Track, a complex  
massive machine for just about every conceivable muscle-building routine
anyone could think of, benches, and rack upon rack of free weights, on bars
and loose.  One wall was completely covered with full length mirrors.  A 
most impressive set-up, and Karen was impressed and said so.

"My God, Gerry, You certainly have everything here you need to develop your
physique.  Did it work?"

"Did it!  You sit on that bench and feast your eyes on a muscle-meister!
But don't get up.  Look, but don't touch!"  He grinned evilly at Karen,
"At least, not yet."  Gerry walked over to a panel on the wall and flipped
a couple of switches. At once music filled the room from hidden speakers 
and the lights dimmed - except for a couple of spots right over a place 
just a few feet in front of Karen.  He had done this before!  Gerry peeled 
off the rest of his outer clothing and stepped into the spotlight clad only
in the skimpiest of posing suits.  He started to flex and he was well aware
that his audience would be certainly aroused!  Karen watched his biceps 
peak and bulge, and his triceps swell and he rippled the deep-cut striations 
on his pecs and on his abs, and he squeezed his quads till the muscles 
stood out like hawsers and he turned and raised his arms above his head and 
his lats flared on each side of his corded back and his calves stood out like 
rocks as he twisted and turned and swung around to face Karen.  His routine 
had been exhausting, and sweat poured from every pore of his body, and his 
skin gleamed in the lights.  He was good!  And Karen wanted that pumped hunk 
in front of her with every ounce of her being, and she was going to have him, 
but not until he was as just as erotically aroused as she was.  As her eyes 
slid over his body, exploring every peak and valley of his flexing, gleaming
physique, she knew that her body was just as hard-muscled and sensuous and
sexy as his, and she knew how to make him know it and react to her with the 
same shameless, eager, lusting desires that she was feeling for him.

Karen slid close up against his steaming abs and put her arms around him and
sank her nails into his tensed and valleyed glutes.  The pain surprised him 
and his hips shot forward to press his penis, now tightly contained in the 
cup of his posing suit, into Karen's rock-hard abs.  As the now sexually-
arousing body-builder felt her muscular torso against his own, he reached 
down to release his cock from the restraint of his suit.  "Muscles and mat-
urity - wow!  Karen, you're everything that I want to make passionate love to.  
Let me carry you off into paradise."   But Karen's hands stopped him.  "No,
Gerry, you've revealed your magnificent physique to me, and it's driving me 
insane with lust for every part of your beautiful body.  But it just wouldn't 
be fair if I didn't show you my own physique and make you as hot and horny as
you've made me.  I think I can, and then you'll know the kind of sex we can 
have together." 

Karen led an eager, panting Gerry back to the bench she'd left, and then she
took his place in the spotlight.  At first, she weaved and swayed sinuously,
in time to the pulsing music, fully clothed above her bare, twisting feet,
setting a mood for the sensuous delights to come.  Then, with a flick of her 
wrist, she whipped off her skirt and exposed the cuts and the mounds of her
magnificently muscled thighs, and turned around and stretched her ankles to
display her rock-hard diamond-shaped calves and her rippling, striated glutes
and quads.  She flipped up the front of her now-soaking sweatshirt to give 
Gerry a momentary, exciting glance at the mounds and deep-cut valleys of her 
quivering abs and then, certain she had his full attention, she ripped off
her sodden shirt and displayed, in glittering, perspiring, three-dimensional
glory, the peaks and cuts of her ripped biceps and triceps, and the flaring 
swells of her huge, outstanding lats, and the striations cutting deep across
her great chest from her rock-like pecs.  She swung around and flexed her
arms above her head, and her biceps peaked and her triceps bulged and ropes 
of swelling muscle rippled back and forth across her back.  She lowered her 
hands to her waist and slid off her son's shorts and stood naked and gleaming
and golden in the revealing rays of the spotlight.  Before she could move, or
even relax a muscle, Gerry was standing in front of her and he, too, was 
naked.  As he had watched Karen, he had grown more excited by the minute, 
and had developed, in spite of all his willpower, a hard and pulsing
erection.  At the first sight of Karen's magnificent abs, Gerry had ripped 
off his posing suit to release the tension on his aching balls.  Then, when 
Karen's shirt came off to reveal the powerful, exciting muscles on her 
massive upper body, he just completely lost control of his searing sexual
functions and came in a furious, uncontrollable ejaculation that shot down 
his legs and feet, and curled his stomach into a rigid knot.  When Karen fin-
ished her routine, Gerry's legs, with no guidance from his brain, carried
him up to her and he held on to her for the support he needed to stay on his 
feet.

"Karen! Karen! Karen!  Wow!  Holy Shit!   What the hell are you?   I said I 
would carry you off to paradise, and I will!  If it kills me, I will!   And 
maybe it will kill me, but what a death.  Wow!"  And Gerry put his arms 
around Karen and lifted her up and staggered into his bedroom.  He dropped 
her on the king-sized bed and collapsed alongside her.

"Gerry, you carried me in here pretty easily, in spite of your protests, but
I'll bet you won't carry me out.  I don't think you'll be able to when I'm 
finished having my way with you.  You've just got too great a body for me
to leave even a squirt of cream unchurned inside you.  And I want to possess 
every fucking inch of your beautiful, massive, muscular physique for my very
own.  And if you want to try to stop me, to take me as you have your other
lovers, and to bend me to your hot and horny pleasures, - Good Luck!  I don't   
think you can!"

"Karen, that sounds like a challenge.  And I'll admit you've got the physique
to make it a battle, but I'm  strong as a bull, and I've got youth on my 
side, and I think I can outlast you in any form of sexual endeavour, and 
still carry you in my arms to the showers."

"So it's a bet.  What'll the prize be?  Let's make it a fun thing so nobody 
gets hurt.  I know!  The loser has to run around the block here stark naked.
If he - I say HE - can run.  It may be more of a crawl."

"Done. Let's shake on it."  And they clasped their right hands, and Karen
spun around and flipped Gerry over her back to land with a thump on the 
bed.  Before he could recover his breath, Karen was on top of him, and
had his arms crossed behind his head, holding them there in a wrestler's 
grip with one hand, leaving one hand free and Gerry completely at her mercy.
She slid her naked body over his and let her lips close over his and her 
tongue explore the reaches of his mouth.  He tried to shut his teeth against
that probing, flexing member, but Karen just held his nostrils closed with 
her free hand and his mouth gaped open to admit some air - and Karen's 
tongue.  Their two tongues engaged in a see-saw battle until Karen's free 
hand caressed Gerry's balls and his cock arose and his tongue gave up the 
struggle and was engulfed in his assailant's mouth - helplessly captured.
Karen closed her thighs around the now erect and swelling penis, and 
flexed her rock-hard muscles and ground her sweating, bulging abs into his 
flinching belly until he came like a fountain, shooting his cum into the air 
to land with a splatter on Karen's naked back.  Gerry relaxed his straining 
torso - he had to! - and Karen swiftly reversed her position on his body.
She released her hold on his arms and, before he was aware of his freedom,
she was kneeling over his chest with his arms extended and captured between 
her muscular thighs and her rock-hard calves.  He was still on his back and 
still completely helpless, but now Karen had both of her hands free and her 
cunt was straddling his gasping mouth.  And her lips were nicely hovering 
over his now flacid but eager cock, and Karen loved what she was about to
do. She loved the sensual feel of an engorged cock and she loved the flood 
of creamy cum as it poured through a helpless prick into her waiting belly.

Karen started slowly.  First, she let her cunt softly descend over Gerry's
mouth, and gently flexing the sinuous muscles in the walls of her vagina, 
she sucked his tongue from between his teeth, and then further and further
into her pulsing vagina.  Gerry moaned and groaned in a fruitless effort to 
release his mouth from the vice-like grip that held him.  But the sucking 
kept on and Gerry's whole body responded.  His massive biceps flexed help-
lessly and the cords of muscle on his back ground into the mattress and
his mighty quads and calves arched and stretched and turned to stone, but 
he couldn't escape the sexual straight-jacket that Karen had poured him into.
And, worst of all, he couldn't stop his now massive prick from sliding, inch 
by inch, into Karen's dripping mouth, then into her tightening throat, and 
then, at long, excruciatingly painful last, into the smooth, slick, lubri-
cated passage that led into her stomach.  Karen held him there, and flexed 
every muscle in her body in a spasm of sexual excitement, and she came in 
an explosion of muscle-jerking ejaculations, with steaming, sticky, creamy 
cum pouring out of Gerry's mouth, over his face and ears and neck, and he 
lay there, helpless, able to do nothing more than whimper in pain and in
sexual frustration.  Because Karen had held taut the muscles in her throat,
and Gerry's swollen, rigid penis was trapped in Hell!  He couldn't come, he
couldn't escape, and he couldn't stop hurting.  All he could do was cry!
A grown man, a powerfully-muscled body-builder, a sexual super athlete,
and he couldn't stop the tears rolling down his cheeks.  Tears of pain,
tears of frustration, but mostly tears of incoherent sexual joy.  He was 
helpless, he hurt, and he loved every fucking bit of it!

Karen felt the tears flow, and grinned at the state of the great, muscular 
beast she held in thrall.  He outweighed her by sixty pounds, he was six 
inches taller than she, and almost thirty-five years younger, and there he 
lay, helpless and weeping, a sexual captive of a sixty-two year old woman!  
But what a woman!  A magnificent, muscular, sexy, beautiful athlete who had 
the world by the balls, and would never let go!

Karen slid her hands over Gerry's rigid, straining body, and slowly felt her
body begin to respond again to the warmth and smell and feel of another
magnificent, muscular body entwined with hers.  Her sexual appetite revived, 
and she started once more to feel hot and horny and eager for sex.  But not
with Gerry.  He was done for, that was certain, and all she could do for him 
was to let him out of his misery.  That was easy and, in Karen's renewed
sexual state, it was going to be a pleasure.  His cock was sill erect and 
swollen and engulfed deep in her throat.  Her hands were free, and she raised
her cunt from his swollen, dripping mouth, and she released his now powerless 
arms from their imprisonment between her calves and thighs.  She slid her 
hands around his once-hard glutes, now relaxed and soft as marshmallows, and 
gently slid her fingers into his anal cavity.  He responded weakly, and
Karen pushed her fingers in and out, in and out, widening the relaxed hole
until, with a strong effort of her powerful fingers, she was able to get her 
entire hand through his asshole into his body cavity.  She could, she 
imagined, almost put her fingers into her own mouth.  Gerry groaned again,
and this time Karen took pity on him and combined mercy with pleasure.  She
released his ass, and slid his turgid, swollen cock out of her stomach, out 
of her throat, and out of her mouth until only her lips surrounded the head
of his penis.  She softly stroked his balls until she was ready to come again
herself, and then she licked the head of his cock until he came in an ex- 
plosive, roaring ejaculation, and Karen exploded with him until the bed was 
soaked with their combined loads of steaming cream.  They both collapsed in 
ecstasy beyond their wildest dreams - and slept.

Sometime later, Karen woke up with a start, not sure of where she was for a 
moment,  - until she felt the silken body of the sleeping giant beside her, 
and then the recollection of the rowdy, violent sexual battle of the pre-
vious evening flooded back to her.  "Ha, my bucko! We're not done yet!",
she grinned and softly started to arouse the sexual interests of her now 
awkening partner.  He awoke with a groan and in spite of himself, was soon 
ready and eager to provide a stiff and sweating erection for Karen to impale 
herself on - and she did.  She encaptured his manhood in her craving, hungry
cunt and thrust herself up and down on that rigid member until it coughed
up, helplessly and eagerly, its steaming load.  As Gerry shot his wad, Karen
also came in a warm and exhausting outpouring that left her relaxed and 
loving.  She put her arms around Gerry and held him in a comforting embrace
until both of them drifted off again to sleep.

It was daylight when Karen next awakened, refreshed and full of energetic
eagerness to get on with the task in hand - literally, for she found she
was holding her hands gently around Gerry's swollen balls and turgid cock.
She bent down and kissed the weary member until it started, reluctantly, to
respond to the touch of her slippery lips.  Her hands caressed the breasts 
and belly muscles of the young and weary man in bed beside her, and he came 
groaningly into full reluctant consciousness in time to spasm wearily for 
the last time.  Karen had completely exhausted the massive muscles of the
young and hot and horny body-builder and fully drained the sexual prowess
that he once had been so proud of, and the coup-de-grace was still to come.
Karen lifted Gerry off the bed and laid him on his back on the floor, and
placed one foot on his belly, and then she beat her magnificent chest with 
her fists, and gave out a piercing, ear-splitting roar of victory over her 
vanquished sexual adversary.  Then she bent down and picked Gerry up like a 
child - all two hundred and twenty pounds of him - and carried him into the 
shower.  He was going to be clean for his run (???) around the block.

And he was!  He had been beat and he knew it, and he took it in good part.
Karen had to laugh as she watched him, from the door of his entry, struggling
painfully to make the best speed he could, stark naked in the wakening morn. 
Not quite stark naked - he did wear a lettered sign on his back, "I lost a 
bet - to a woman!"  But later, when grinning neighbours queried him, he never 
ever told them what the bet had been about.

       

CHAPTER 13    Ronnie's Reward
      

Karen finally made it home.

As soon as Karen walked into the house, she could feel the accusing tension.
Ronnie was slumped on the living-room couch with a grim scowl on his face.     
Karen sat down beside him and started to explain what had happened.  "Sweet-
heart, I know that I should have called to let you know I wasn't going to be 
home, but I thought you could look after yourself alone in the house, and I 
just didn't find the time to phone again."  She squeezed him closer to her
breast, and leaned over and kissed him gently on the forehead.  Ronnie just
sat there, not mollified by the tender embrace, and growled  "Where were you?
You should know I'd be worried.  If you're going to spend the night tom-
catting with some bozo you pick up in one of those sleazy bars you like so 
much, I wish you'd let me know.  I was worried sick!  I know you're old enough 
to decide for yourself what you can or can't do, but I'll tell you straight,
if you were my daughter, I'd send you up to your room and ground you good!"

Karen couldn't help smiling.  She knew exactly how he felt and sympathized 
strongly with his maternal feelings, no matter how misplaced.  She would 
have reacted in exactly the same way.  "OK, Ronnie, you're right.  I 
apologize.  And, even if I'm not grounded, I'm going up to bed right now
and, if you're not still angry with me, you can bring me up something to 
eat at suppertime and I'll tell you all about last night.  OK?"

Ronnie just grunted and went on staring at the blank screen in front of 
him.  But there was no way he could stay mad at his beautiful, sexy mother 
for long, and he did want to know what had happened last night.  It was 
not that he was jealous of her sexual escapades with other males - in fact,
he liked to hear about them - but he suspected last night was a bit unusual
even for Karen.  So, at suppertime, he made a bowl of soup and a sandwich 
and took them up to his mother's room.  She was still asleep - yesterday HAD 
been an exhausting day - so Ronnie aroused her by gently kissing her eyelids,
her earlobes, her forehead, then let his tongue play softly over her relaxed 
and slightly opened lips.  Karen stirred, and groaned, and held out her arms 
to enfold the firm, muscular body of her young son.  Ronnie wriggled away,  
and said, "First, Mom, you'd better eat something to keep up your strength.
You must be starved."   Karen laughed.  "Boy, that was a good sleep, and I 
really needed it.  Now, I'm hungry as a bear, and that sandwich will just 
exactly fill the bill.  How did you know?"

"Well, I know how hungry a sexual encounter makes me, so I figured it would
be the same with you.  You did have a sexual encounter, didn't you, Mom?"

Karen grinned at her eagerly listening son.  "I sure did!  And if you'll just 
wait until I finish this tray, I'll tell you all about it.  But it's a long 
story, so you'd better make yourself comfortable, and lie down beside me here 
on the bed.  You would also probably feel better if you changed out of those 
workclothes into something softer.  I know!  Reach into that top bureau 
drawer and pull out the pink nightie.  That's just about the softest thing 
that I have here."

Ronnie pulled out the nightie and looked at it, and blushed. "Mom, I can't 
wear that!  It's knee-length and lacey, and sexy as hell - for a girl!  It 
just wouldn't feel right."

"No?  Have you ever worn a soft, silken, sexy nightie?  They make you feel 
really good when that's all there is between you and another soft warm body.  
Try it on for me.  Please?

So Ronnie stripped off his jeans and sweatshirt and shoes, and slipped 
into his mom's favorite nightie.  It fitted him perfectly.  Surpris-
ingly, he loved the feel of the soft silken fabric against his skin, and 
the relaxing sensation of the air swirling around his otherwise naked body
anytime he moved.  " Hey, this is great!  No wonder you wear these to bed."

Karen grinned again. "Wait.  That's not all.  Take that atomizer off the
shelf and make yourself smell just as sexy as you look.  Not too much, but 
make sure you cover all of the important areas, if you know what I mean."

Ronnie did know, and squirted a small squirt under his arms, behind his ears,
across his chest, and then, just to make sure, a few more squirts around his 
navel and between his legs. " Boy! I bet I smell just like a whorehouse."
(Ronnie was just fourteen, but he'd had a very liberal education - and he 
read a lot <g>)

"What do you know about the way a whorehouse smells?  No, don't tell me!
Come over here now and hold me in your arms, and I'll tell you what I did
yesterday.  You deserve to be told.  It was really all your fault!"
     
So Ronnie lay down beside his mom, across the king-size bed, with her shoul-
ders resting on his strong muscular abs, and his right arm around her head.
He held her left hand in his right hand and his left hand and his mom's
right were entwined together under the covers.

"My fault!  How do you figure that"

"Yesterday morning, you sexy little sweet-smelling bitch, you seduced me with 
your pathetic tale of pain and woe, and you aroused the mother in me, and I 
tried to help you out."  Karen smirked.  "It worked pretty good, I guess.  You 
seemed all relaxed when we finished, but I was still as horny as a hoot-owl, 
and I had to do something to get rid of MY ache.  So it all started with you!"

"Wow!  I didn't know.  What did you do?"

So Karen told him, in graphic detail, about the sexual encounters that had
kept her out all night. It was the all-night stand that had worried Ronnie 
and aroused HIS mothering instincts, and he was eager to hear the excuse his
mother would give him for it,  He listened with rapt attention.  He was 
surprised and kind of proud at the stamina she demonstrated in screwing her 
daughter and her son-in-law to exhaustion, because Donna, his grandmother, 
often wrestled with him and could take him two (at least!) falls out of
three, and he knew how strong and fit his grandad was!  But he was totally
amazed when Karen described her encounter with Gerry. 

"Gerry???  I know him!  He's going to be the next Regional Pro body-building 
champ, and he's the strongest guy in the gym.  What a physique he's got!
I often watch him working out and practicing his posing and he has a
fantastic routine that makes every muscle on his body bulge and flex.
He says that it works with the girls, too.  When he takes a girl home and
shows her his posing routine, she's completely turned on and is just putty 
in his hands.  He says it's never failed yet and that he gets the greatest 
sex that way.  So you've met him."

Karen grunted.  "Yes, Ronnie, I've met him and I went home with him all
right - that's when I called you - and his posing is everything you say
it is.  It sure turned me on and I damn near came before he even finished.
Boy!  Was I HOT!"

"I know, Mom.  I'm ashamed to say this but, what the hell!  You're my mom, 
so I should be able to tell you.  Sometimes, watching Gerry pose made me
hot, too, and I'd get a real hard-on.  I'd have to go into the toilet 
until it went down.  God, he's sexy!  So what happened after he turned you 
on?"

Karen grinned at her silk-clad, sweet-smelling son, and let go his left hand.
Her right hand now free, she softly caressed the silken gown covering his
relaxed body, and felt the first stirrings of sexual arousal coursing through 
his stiffening penis.  She gently drew the hem of his nightie up above his
muscular belly, and let her hand stroke his sensitive down-covered pubic 
parts.  Ronnie squirmed in heat, but was engrossed in his mom's tale, and  
urged her to go on.  Karen did, and described, in lurid detail, the seduction,
the rape, and the subsequent emasculation of the massive, mighty-muscled
champion body-builder and former complacent sexual dominator.  

Ronnie was amazed!  He was more than amazed - he was astounded!  He could
hardly believe his ears - but he did not for a second doubt his mother's tale.
He lay, with her in his arms, and felt her muscles moving gently, but solidly 
and bulging and flexing, against his own, made more sensual by the slippery
intrusion of the silken gown separating their bodies.

"Wow!  You did that!  You really did a Tarzan victory yell standing on his
chest?  Wow!  What a licking you gave him!  I'll bet it'll be a long time
before HE boasts about his sex conquests again.  Boy, I'll bet your posing
was really something else.  I guess he won't make me hot again.  I'll just 
think of you and he's toast."

"Ronnie, you've seen him and you've seen me posing.  I turned you on,"
Karen chortled, "I KNOW I did!  Gad, what a piece of ass you turned out
to be after that and I want a lot more of it, too!  So why should getting 
an erection, watching him, worry you?  We both have beautiful, muscular, 
sexy bodies, and we both know how to use them."

"I know, but it's a different thing.  Girls doing a strip are SUPPOSED to
turn a guy on.  Men aren't."

"Ronnie, I am NOT a girl.  How old do you think I am?"

"Well, Gran is in her middle forties, so you must be pretty close to sixty.
So what!  Just because every other woman - or man - close to sixty is pretty 
old is no reason for you to be.  You've got the face of a magazine cover 
model, the body of a champion pro body-builder, the smarts of a company 
president, and the mind and spirit of a college girl.  And, on top of that, 
you're as sex-driven as a bull in heat.  What has your age got to do with 
it?  You're as close to my age as any of the school kids I've dated, and 
you're a lot more fun to be with - not even considering sex!"  And Ronnie 
grinned, "However, we ARE considering sex, aren't we?"

Karen laughed.  "Ronnie, what a nice thing for you to say.  My God, you're 
a smooth-talking, sweet-smelling, soft-skinned hunk of manhood, and yes,
indeed, we ARE considering sex.  Let me run my hands all over your sexy 
body and feel every curve and hollow you're covering up with that slinky,
silky nightgown. Then if you strip for me, I'll pose for you, and I promise I
won't stand on your chest. OK, lover?"

Setting words to action, Karen's hands softly slid over every inch of her 
young son's twitching body, feeling, through the thin, silken fabric, the
smooth, hairless, muscular chest, the hard, flexing muscles of his abs, the
taut and rippling thighs and calves, and his hard biceps and traps.  Her 
fingers traced  the valleys and mounds of his back and his glutes and the
crevice between the mounds of his ass and went on to the downy balls and the
cock that was now rigid and pulsing and pouring out its first load of sticky, 
creamy cum, as Ronnie came and came from no more than the sexual meanderings 
of his mother's strong and skillful hands.  His first ejaculation ended, 
Ronnie lay back to recover his strength, but it was not to be.  Karen's 
mouth slid over his chest, and her teeth gently gripped a now sensitive 
nipple on his smooth breast and stroked it with her tongue and sucked it
into the warm saliva in her mouth until it jutted out like a fountain and 
turned hard as a rock, and then she did it to his other nipple, and Ronnie
groaned in pleasure and pain and his cock began to rise again and to stiffen
and to swell.  As his penis stood up and grew, helped by the ministrations of
her gentle hand, Karen slid the separating silk from between Ronnie's legs
and up over his chest and over his head, so the two naked bodies lay covered 
in sweat from tip to toe, pressing against each other's hot, steaming sides.
Then Karen slid her hard, muscular torso over her son's and guided the thick,
steel rod of his turgid cock into the warm, wet tunnel of her grasping cunt.
The muscular walls of the soaking vagina flexed again and again and Ronnie 
sobbed and screamed in a massive orgasm that shook him from head to foot 
and drained every drop of seminal fluid from his pulsing, throbbing penis.

Ronnie's ejaculation into her pulsing vaginal cavern triggered a response 
in Karen's sexual being that she had not expected.  After yesterday's
exhausting orgy, she had felt numbed, but the sound sleep had refreshed her,
and her magnificent, muscled, tremendously-fit physique was now recovering
its physical and sexual energies almost instantly.  It was scary!  Could
this sexy, beautiful, strong, skilled amazon not be satisfied, or exhausted 
by the fantastic sexual endeavours of her whole family and her sexy friends?
The tremendous orgasm that had shaken Ronnie to the core immediately aroused
a responding orgasm in Karen, and she, too, in her newly recovered strengths,
exploded in a powerful, body-shattering ejaculation that arched her back and 
contracted her stomach muscles and almost twisted her off the bed.  But, Ohh!
The glorious, fantastic satisfaction of it all!  She was alive!  She leapt 
from the bed, and swept the limp, unresponsive body of her young son up in
her arms and raised him aloft, high above her head!  And she howled!  
Promise or not, Karen was so ecstatic and excited by her new awareness of her
sexual and physical prowess that she just had to celebrate.  She held her 
son, all 160 lbs. and 5'7" of him, aloft in one hand, and flexed the massive
and pumped and striated biceps on her other arm in a glorious display of pure
muscular development that she watched and gloated over in the full- mirrored
wall.  WOW!  WOW, WOW, and WOW!  WHAT A MAGNIFICENT HUNK!!! 

Karen WAS good!

Ending her triumphal dance with a whooping spin, Karen dropped Ronnie onto the 
bed and gave him a kiss on the lips and a motherly hug.  "Put your nightie on 
again, lover.  I said I would pose for you and I will, but there's no point
in your getting cold just sitting there watching."   So Ronnie did, and sat 
on the edge of the bed, while his mother began the posing routine that had 
driven Gerry out of his mind with amazement and lust.  It did the same for
her weary teen-aged son, who recovered his sexual interest with astounding 
speed as he watched his mother pose in front of him, flexing and bending
and presenting every muscle on her powerful physique, demonstrating the 
massive, muscular development of her arms and her chest and her abs and   
her legs. She turned and twisted, and displayed the thick ropes of muscle
across her mighty back and flexed her hard, striated glutes and her cut 
and rippling quads and hamstrings, and the swellings of her rock-hard  
diamond-shaped calves down to the twisting, flexing curvatures of her 
powerful naked feet.

Ronnie watched, and discovered another advantage of the sexy, soft 
nightgown that belonged to his mother and that he was now wearing.  By 
just a twist of his wrist, he could ejaculate fully all over the bed with-
out soiling the sheer, silken fabric that covered his sweating flesh.

And he did!

Karen finished her routine and grinned at her son.  She beheld a worship-
ping pop-eyed, open-mouthed, cock-swollen figure that sat in a complete and 
utterly exhausted stupor on the bed.  Then she flexed, for one last time, 
the magnificent plates of her abdominal muscle and the iron ridges of her 
pecs and the fourteen-year-old son of his sixty-two-year-old great-grand-
mother collapsed in agony and in ecstasy and fell completely unconscious 
onto the floor.

Karen looked down at her son, and grinned happily.  "Well, I guess I've 
still got what it takes when I can do that to a healthy, young, athletic 
boy - No! - MAN who is used to screwing the best and sexiest of his peers.
Hot Damn!" and she picked her son up in her arms, stripped him, and 
carried him into the shower for a thorough soaping and rinsing.  When the 
adoring amazon was drying the smooth, nubile, completely relaxed body in 
her arms, her own sexual appetites began to make themselves felt, and her 
lips touched the large, limp penis of her young son.  A stirring of youth-
ful loins began, and that limp cock extended and swelled and turned into
a rigid rod as hard as the muscles that had earlier drained it.  Karen
carried her son again, this time onto the big, firm mattress where it had 
all started, and she slid her still wet body over her son's, and captured
his swollen prick in the slick. oozing channel between her legs, and 
flexed again and again until the turgid cock erupted and collapsed and
then rose again, completely divorced from the limp and weary body to which 
it was attached.  Karen rose to her knees, swung around to place her cunt 
over her exhausted lover's mouth and took his revived cock into her own 
mouth and sucked and flexed till she felt a shudder from beneath her, and 
she came at last, holding her spent lover in her mighty, muscular arms.

It wasn't enough, but it was all there was!  Karen, like mothers everywhere,
tucked her baby boy into his bed to sleep, and she trotted down the stairs 
to the gym for another long, hard workout.  Heavy weights, hard aerobics, 
and fast lengths in the pool, until she, too, was physically tired and
exhausted enough to sleep.

And that was the way it all began!

        


CHAPTER 14    The Trip is planned.
 

After her next morning's workout and swim, and then a light breakfast, 
Karen trotted upstairs to Ronnie's bedroom, expecting to find him sound 
asleep.  It was, after all, only five hours since they had sunk, exhausted, 
into their beds.  Three hours sleep was good for Karen, as a result of her 
years wheeling those monsters of the road to demanding schedules, but she 
knew her growing son needed his eight hours if he was going to be at his 
best.  But he wasn't in his room - he was in hers, going through her closet.

"What are you looking for, lover?"

"I'm just trying to find some clothes that will look half-way decent on me. 
Boy, you sure didn't go in for a lot of dresses and things.  And your summer
stuff is mostly thong bikinis and tank tops. You know I can't wear those!  
All that's here is just shirts and jackets and jeans.  And I've just gone 
through your bureau drawers and you don't have any bras or panties or 
stockings.  Just what do you wear on your nights out on the town?"

"Why, Ronnie?  What did you have in mind?"

Ronnie grinned. "Well, your pink silk nightie felt so good on me that 
I just wondered if your other clothes would have the same effect.  But I 
can't find anything different from what I wear myself, except I could swim 
in your shirts.  What's your chest size, anyway?  Everything else you've 
got fits me like a glove - even your shoes.   That'll be handy on our trip 
 - we won't need so many clothes."

"Yes. That's true.  If we can do that, it'll cut down on the load we'll have 
to carry with us.  But, about your present problem, I do have a batch of 
your grandmother's clothes in a box in my cupboard.  Why don't you try 
those on for size."  

Ronnie dug out the box - a pretty big one - and opened it.  His mom was right.
It contained a wide assortment of feminine clothing - including underthings.  
And most of them were pretty sexy!  Donna had led a pretty wild life - until 
she met Ralph! - and her clothes were designed to keep her sexual partners 
panting - whether it was a one-night stand or a longer liason.  Never once
did a man walk out on her!  They were hers - body and soul - until she dumped
them.  And the proper clothes were part of what made men - and some women! - 
drool over her as long as she wanted them to.

Ronnie sorted through the clothes in the box.  "Wow!" he grinned, "I didn't
know Gran was that kind of a girl!  I thought she was just a fantastic ath-
lete.  Well, I guess she was - but in more ways than one!  I'd better not 
tell her I know or she'll beat the daylights out of me.  She can still do 
that when we wrestle.  She's almost as strong as you, Mom.  Not in such good 
shape, though.  Let me try some of these on."   So he did, under Karen's
grinning eye.

It turned out there was a pretty good selection of just the kind of things
Ronnie had in mind - skirts, blouses, jackets, and sweaters, as well as a 
good stock of underwear and bras and pantyhose.  None of it seemed out of   
style - it was all basic patterns in good taste - except for the underwear -
and that shocked Ronnie's far-from-Puritan mind.  After all, he'd always 
thought of his Grandmother as a magnificently-muscled athlete and the mother 
of three kids - not as the wearer of sexy, slinky bikini panties and lacy 
see-thru bras.  But there they were.  And, under Karen's amused guidance, 
they fitted Ronnie really well - and they felt good, too!  A lacy bra -
stuffed with Kleenex - under a filmy black blouse, over sheer pantyhose 
under his own short cut-off jeans, and a pair of his mom's ballet sandals, 
and he stared at himself in the mirror!  "God, Mom, I look really good!
Just as I am, I look a lot sexier than most of the girls I know, and I'm
not even wearing makeup.  Do you think I should put some on?"

"I sure do, and I'll show you how."   And Karen did.  Blush, eye shadow,
mascara, lipstick, and a skin toner to bring out the tan on his smooth,
silky skin.  A different part in his long hair, some blue-toned nail- and
toe-polish, and big brassy earrings and he was amazed!

"Boy! Do you think I could go out with you looking like this?  I'd like to 
try it, just to see what's different about being a girl.  Could I?  Mom, I 
really look like a girl!"  
         
Karen grinned.  " Not just a girl, a sexy bombshell is what you are.  Let's 
try it and see what happens.  I know a bar that's open late and they don't 
check ID's.  But a looker like you is going to have to drink.  Can you 
handle that?"

"MOTHER!  I've been drinking beer and gin and bourbon and scotch for the last 
two years at least.  Do you think all the girls I've been screwing have not
been out to get me drunk so they could boast about what they did to me?  It
didn't work but, believe me, I'm no stranger to alcohol, and I'm in good 
enough shape to take a lot of it.  You are, too, I guess."

" 'The girls you've been screwing'?  Don't tell me about it.  I don't want 
to know!  So you'll be all right.  Let's go.  I'll drive." 

Karen and Ronnie jumped into Karen's little sports car, and they wheeled
down to a seedy-looking bar alongside a motel just outside the city limits. 
Inside, although it was in the small hours of the morning, there was a 
pretty fair crowd of both men and women, and the arrival of Karen and 
Ronnie went almost unnoticed.  The two 'females' sat down at a table 
along the wall and ordered drinks, a beer for Karen and a gin fizz for
Ronnie.  The drinks came and Karen reached for her wallet to pay for them 
when the waitress waved away their money.  "These drinks are on the fellows
at the far table. They want to know if they can join you."

"Tell 'em thanks, and they can join us as long as they understand these 
are the last drinks we'll be having and we'll be going home together.
If that's OK with them, sure, we'd like their company."

The waitress delivered their message and the two roughly-dressed men
came over to the table.  The older and obviously dominant one sat down 
beside Ronnie and pulled his chair up close to 'her'.  The other sat down 
opposite Karen.

"Thanks, ladies.  It's always better when you have some one to talk to.
Are you from around here?"

And so the play began.  Lies, lies, and more lies, from both sides of the
ever-lasting struggle of the sexes.  More drinks were ordered and paid for 
by the women, and then by the men, and then the women, and the men, and so 
on. They laughed and told jokes and the men did all they could to get the 
two sexy women into bed, and this went on until the bar closed and the 
waitresses started to clear the tables.  

"Shit, Ronnie, do you HAVE to go home together?  Or can your friend and mine 
join us in separate rooms upstairs for a little while.  It won't take long,
and then we'll be on our way.  Believe me, it won't take long.  I'm so full
of beer, I wouldn't even think of it if you weren't the sexiest li'l bitch 
I've ever met - an' I DON'T say that to all the girls.  How about it."

" No, Dave.  As we told you before, we're gay, and we don't screw you
guys.  Just each other, and I'm getting really horny for that hunk of woman
over there.  So how about if we take two rooms upstairs OK, but you and Bud 
use one and we'll use the other.  You'll have to pay for them, of course.
OK?

"That's so much bullshit, Ronnie, I know lesbians when I see them, and you 
two are no more lezzies than I am.  So cut out the shit and let's go upstairs 
and fuck.  Or let's go home!  You've gotten me so horny now, I could fuck my
wife!"

"So goodnight, Dave.  It has been fun and I hope we'll meet here again,
sometime when my muscle-bound friend isn't around, and we can find out 
what fun really is."  

"Yeah!  Let's hope!  So goodnight, Ronnie."

As Dave and Ronnie split up, Bud and Karen did too, and the two couples went  
their separate ways.  When they got home, Ronnie and Karen just split their 
sides laughing and gave each other a big hi-five, and then they too split up,
each to their own bed.  Bone-tired and dead-drunk, neither was at all inter-
ested in sex tonight.

But Ronnie was well pleased with her first expedition into the world of
women as she slipped into her nightie and crawled into bed!

Next morning, Ronnie was once again in his mom's clothing cupboard looking 
pretty disgusted.  "What's the trouble now?" Karen asked.  

I just wanted to check out your wardrobe again. It's really pretty skimpy
when it comes to summer clothing.  How do you expect me to build up a 
decent summer wardrobe?"

Karen laughed.  "So, a night's sleep in a silken nightie has turned you on 
to drag, has it?  Well, you've got the face and the bod for it, so why not 
go for it and see how the other half lives.  And it will make the plans I 
have for the trip ahead just a little better.  You're still up for that trip, 
aren't you?

"Wow!  I sure am!  I was hoping you'd come up with something soon.  What do 
you have in mind?"
         
So Karen sat down on her bed and Ronnie sat down beside her and she told
him what she proposed for their trip.  The big motorbike, the days in the 
hills on rugged trails, the nights beside lonely mountain lakes, and the 
days and nights in luxurious hotels with pools and weight-rooms and quiet, 
dimly-lit bars.  A journey to Nowhere, free as a breeze to go where they  
chose, with no timetable and no restrictions.  The world would be their 
oyster!

Ronnie was delighted!  "When can we start?  Let's go soon, so we can have 
the whole summer on the road, to ourselves."  and he threw his arms around
his mother in excited joy, and she hugged him in turn for his delight in 
her plan, and they kissed each other, and one thing led to another and they
made love together.  Violent love!  Earth-shaking love!  Karen on top of
Ronnie till he came in her pussy, Ronnie on Karen licking up his own cum and 
making more in her deepest throat till it overflowed her mouth and ran over
her chest. And his tongue thrust deep in her cunt as he played with her
swelling clit until she exploded in ecstasy and screamed in delight.  She 
flipped him over and reamed his asshole with her strong, sticky tongue, and 
he came again and again and again.  She held him in her arms and, with her
mouth full of the cum he had poured out of his dying prick, she kissed his 
soft lips as she ejaculated in a final explosion of glorious, orgasmic sex.

Mother and son lay back, exhausted, warm in each others arms, their naked 
bodies entwined.  Sex between them was a joyful thing, and it was getting 
better all the time.  Karen's tremendous physical strength and muscular 
development drove Ronnie up the wall - way, way up! - and Ronnie's strong, 
smooth, nubile, young body drove his mother wild!  A match made in heaven!

Resting, for a long relaxing time, the two of them gradually recovered 
their strength and energy, and their thoughts turned once more to the
trip that lay ahead.  

"OK, Ronnie, just to get things started, let's see if we can get you some
clothes.  That shouldn't be too difficult.  Most of the time we'll be wear-
ing our ordinary clothes for riding and camping on the trail.  So we'll just 
need duds for those nights and days we spend in hotels and resorts.  That 
means, maybe, something sexy and attractive, without being too hard to get 
into.  I hate to say it but if you looked just a little bit like a pro, 
nobody would take you for a man." Karen grinned, "Nobody at all!.  So let's 
head for the stores and start picking out things. Since we're both about the 
same size, that will be OK.  We"ll just get things that fit me and 
look good on you.  Bathing suits may be a bit of a problem, and we will 
have to get a good, strong sanitary belt - it wouldn't do for your cock to
pop out when you're ogling the broads on the beach, or when you're dancing
with some young stud.  And Oh yes!  When we get back I'll have to teach you 
to dance."

"Mom!  I know how to dance.  I'll bet I'm a better dancer than you.  And
don't worry about me leading when I shouldn't.  Some of those female studs 
I dated wanted to lead all the time, and I learned to follow like a pro."
Ronnie giggled. "Pardon the pun.  But you will have to teach me about make-
up"

That day was spent cruising the malls, with Ronnie getting a thorough educ-
ation in women's clothing.  He was fascinated, and turned out to have
excellent clothes sense for such a young kid.  He knew what he liked and 
what looked good on him, and Karen found it just as much fun as shopping for 
herself.  Of course, a lot of the shopping WAS for herself.  Her wardrobe, 
as Ronnie had discovered, was sadly depleted, and she was taking this oppor-
tunity to replenish it.  And she really enjoyed talking over her selections 
with her son.  As her ardent and eager lover, he told her what he liked on 
her, what turned him on and what did not, and she was happy with his 
judgement.  Dresses, skirts, blouses, underwear and bathing suits - all were 
quickly chosen, and both of them felt the day had been well spent.  Shoes, in 
fact, had been the biggest problem.   Ronnie wanted some really high heels, 
because they made his legs look really sexy, but when Karen tried on the 
pairs he selected, the muscles on her calves stood out like rock-hard, 
rippling, diamond-shaped mounds that shocked the sales clerk so much she just 
couldn't hold the mirror steady.  So they bought them, and some flat sandals 
with long straps that would go round and round his legs and tie above his 
knees, and some ballet slippers for really formal dances.

Their shopping done, Karen and Ronnie hurried home to unpack their bags, and
examine their purchases and try everything on again, giggling like school-
girls.  Ronnie had never seen his mother dressed to kill, in the kind of sexy 
dresses they had bought for him, so when she slipped into one of them, a strap-
less, backless, knee-length cocktail dress, and then slid into a pair of toe-
less, high-heeled sandals, he stopped giggling.  "Holy Jesus, Mother! WOW!
You're beautiful!  Will you just walk around the room like that. Please?"
So his mom did, but she didn't just walk around the room.  She walked
and she posed and she flexed her abs and her biceps and the muscles on her 
back.  She did a double-biceps pose and a most-muscular pose that blew up 
her pecs and her traps, and she held the sides of the dress with her curled
fists and flexed her massive chest and split the dress right down the middle.
She turned and flexed her diamond calves and flipped the dress up over her 
waist and her glutes rippled and squeezed and her quads and hamstring muscles
rippled and bulged and her son and her lover and her sometime-daughter lay 
back on the bed and came and came.   

Ronnie was done for again.  It would be the next morning before he would 
be able to go on with his lessons in 'girlhood'.  It was all he could do 
to kiss Karen goodnight and to crawl into his own bed to collapse in sleep.
          
Next morning, long before Ronnie wakened, Karen was up and out on her way 
to the biggest motorcycle dealer in town.  The salesman smiled when she 
told him she wanted a big, powerful bike, and started to show her their 
latest line of motor scooters, but he very soon found out that Karen DID
want a big, powerful bike and that she knew exactly what she was looking 
for.  He quickly warmed up to this woman who was knowledgeable and decisive
and really strong enough to handle the biggest bikes they had in stock.
They soon selected a bike that was exactly what Karen wanted, and the sales-
man even rode her to the licence bureau.  With Karen's experience, gained 
during her days wheeling the big rigs, on racing bikes and mountain bikes, 
getting a licence was a snap.  Then Karen dropped the salesman back at the 
lot and tooled off home to pick up Ronnie for his first lesson on his new 
steed.  Ronnie was up and out and excited as a pup with the big, handsome
machine on which he would be spending so much of his vacation.  At fourteen,
he was already a skilled auto driver, and not a bad mechanic, but he had 
never been aboard a machine like this.  Since his mom had no intention of
doing any more than her fair share of the driving, Ronnie had to learn to 
drive the powerful beast, and he had to learn fast.  Luckily, he had a 
great teacher - his mom.  Early morning hours in the vacant parking lots of 
big malls, high speed excursions on throughways, tricky muscle-wrenching
drives through narrow, hilly mountain trails, and then collapsing, exhausted, 
into dreamless sleep.  Whether he rode with his arms around the muscular 
shoulders of his driver, or the massive arms of his passenger held him tight,
he was just so busy that sex never entered his mind - or his mother's.  in
a week, he was bone-weary, physically and mentally, and a really capable
motorcycle driver.  It would be years before he could legally get a licence,
but he'd have thousands of miles of experience behind him by then.  They 
were ready to take off on the big trip!

But that event was still a week away.  They had to pack rough clothing for
riding in the daytime in all sorts of weather, dressy clothes for their 
nights in fancy hotels, tents, bed-rolls, cooking utensils and supplies,
and all the food they'd need for them to live in the wide-open spaces for 
as long as they wanted to.  Shopping and packing took the best part of 
their last week at home, and they both had their hands full trying on their 
new outfits.  Karen had to try on every one of the outfits they had bought, 
and then Ronnie had to try out the same clothes for fit and style and because 
he found he just liked being 'in drag'.  He liked the feel of the smooth,
satiny, clinging clothing against his skin, and he loved the sexy way that 
he looked, and he especially got excited by the effect his hip-wiggling and
bum-swirling walk had on Karen - in spite of herself.  "My God, you're a 
sexy little bitch.  Here, let me show you some tricks in the art of making
up your face and hair, and how a real pro should look at the johns if they 
really want to turn them on.  And that's really important if you're going 
to haul in over a thousand bucks a night like some of the better, hard-
working hookers do.  And don't ask me how I know!"    

After a couple of days of solid instruction by Karen, Ronnie felt confident 
enough to dress by himself - in drag, that is - and his mom agreed!  "Tell  
you what, Ronnie, tonight's our last night here, so what do you say we 
have a big night on the town.  Get dressed in your best.  We'll cruise the
red-light district and give the johns a thrill - and drive the regulars wild,
then go for a drink in a little bar I know.  It's different.  I think you'll 
like it."

After dinner, Ronnie went up to his room and put into practice everything 
Karen had taught him - and that was plenty.  At last, he came down to the 
living room, the same softly-lit room where Karen had humiliated, out-
muscled, and seduced Ronnie's great-grandfather forty years before.  She
was sitting remembering that night, when a tall, slim vision slinked ino the 
room and swayed over to stand hip-shot beside her chair.  Up-swept blonde 
hair, dark-shadowed eyes, long mascara'd eylashes, glowing red lips, and 
smooth satin skin topping a figure that was breath-taking.  A red bolero 
jacket over a sheer black see-thru blouse exposing a lacy bra hinting at 
subtle cleavage between its full cups.  A Short, SHORT, jean skirt over 
gauzy, black pantyhose covering long curvy legs that went down forever, 
into stilleto-heeled red sandals held on by thongs that wound around
rippling calves to fasten just below the knee.  A vision indeed!  Karen
just stared, mouth agape, then she rose from her chair and put her arms
out to the living, breathing goddess leering in front of her, and whose 
perfume scented the whole room with an over-powering aphrodisiacal scent. 
The mature and normally stable and shock-resistant mind of the powerfully-
muscled, fantastically-strong physique of the magnificent amazon that
had risen from the chair lost all control of the sexual drives and fantas-
ies that the erotic female form standing silent before her aroused within 
her.  She held out her arms to enfold the form against her in passion
and lust and she kissed it on the face and on the neck and the breast, and 
she tore off the bolero jacket and the sheer blouse and the lacy bra, and 
she sucked the nipples now exposed to her drooling lips.  She lifted the 
vision, with one arm around its waist, and ripped off the short, SHORT 
skirt, tore the pantyhose off at the knee, and laid the body of her amazed 
and helpless son on his back on the thickly-carpeted floor and screwed him!
She undid the strong enclosure of his sanitary belt, and took the growing 
and hardening length of his penis into the hot and dripping depths of her 
cunt and squeezed and pulsed until he screamed in pain and ecstasy, and
shot his wad, for the first time, into the depths of her cervical cavity.
He came, and she came, and she reamed his ass and she sucked his cock, and 
with four fingers up his rectum and his prick deep in her throat, she sank
the lips of her cunt over his eager mouth and flexed the muscular walls of 
her vagina until the breath in his lungs gave out and he collapsed in a dead 
faint on the floor.  So much for Ronnie's first experience as a hooker!

Karen was appalled!  She picked her young son off the floor and carried him 
to the nearby showers.  What in God's Name had gotten into her?  Was she so 
completely sex-driven by her male hormones that any young tart could turn her 
on like that?  Or was it just the erotic concept of knowing she could conc-
eive from her daughter's son and still have the sexual drive, after fifty 
years of fornication, to screw the strong, athletic, nubile male product of 
that conception into a helpless, collapsed shell of a man whom she was now 
carrying in her arms into the showers to wash like a baby.  Karen laughed!  
" God!  I guess that's it!   Man or woman, saint or sinner - if I want them 
- I'll screw them!  I'm just as horny as I ever was and I've still got it 
good - and I love it!!!"

Ronnie, at fourteen, strong as a bull and fit as a fiddle, had a tremendous 
recovery rate.  So, when his mom had washed him down and carried him upstairs,  
he was not at all abashed by his experience.  In fact, he was ecstatic. 
"Wow, Mom, I sure must have been pretty good to turn you on like that.  You
were scary!  Don't tell me 'NO means NO'.  I didn't have the chance to say a 
word before I was down on my back being raped!  Yes!  Raped!  You were wild!
Christ, you reamed out my ass so bad, I won't be able to shit for a week. 
And my cock is useless.  You squeezed it pissless in that steel vice you 
call a throat.  Not to mention my tongue.  You sucked it so far into your 
cunt that I could damn near feel your next child.  Wow!  Can I do it again?
Get dressed up - I mean.  I'd stiil like to go out with you."

"Sure, lover, go ahead.  I promise I'll restrain myself this time.  And you
ARE pretty good - better than pretty good - you're really sexy!  I just 
wasn't expecting you to be that good."
 
So Ronnie got dressed again - to kill, but not to be killed by Karen this 
time.  Karen drove them over to the most fashionable - and lucrative - of 
the red-light districts and Ronnie took her place on a street corner that 
looked promising.  The previous occupants started to complain - violently -
until Karen quieted them down with a few well-placed thumps,  and then she
sank into the background to ward off any over-eager pimps.  None turned up.

Ronnie had just taken a few steps along the curb when a long, dark car 
pulled up and the passenger started his spiel.  Ronnie explained s/he was 
holding the spot for a friend, but s/he was temporarily out-of-commission
herself.  That went over like a lead balloon, and Ronnie was aghast at the
way the offers of cash increased - and the threats if the offers weren't 
taken.  After the first hour on the corner, the offers were coming hard
and strong - news of a new hooker with a fantastic body tavelled fast -
and the other girls were getting downright surly.  "C'mon, shithead, you've
had your fun.  Take off with a john and give the rest of us a chance - or
just take off."   Finally, Ronnie decided s/he had seen enough and that, if
he was female enough for these pros, s/he'd be female enough for anyone. 

So he rounded up Karen, much to the relief of his corner companions, and 
left.  Now confident in his attractiveness and comfortable in his
new role, he (she?) and Karen sauntered into one of the gay bars that
abounded in the neighbourhood.  They sat at the bar and immediately the 
stools on both sides of them were occupied by eager, persistent, amorous
females, eager for a pickup with somebody they hadn't seen around before.
Drinks were pushed into their hands and arms went around their shoulders,
and groping hands slid under their loose, sexy clothing.  Karen quickly
slapped down the offending members, both from her and from Ronnie, and she 
did it hard enough that they didn't come back.  The males in the room, who 
had been watching the reception of the new arrivals with lively interest,
laughed out loud when Karen grinned and said, in a loud voice, "Christ!  
This is worse than being out on the street!  At least, there they offer 
you money AND sex."  But after that, the two were left alone, apparently 
accepted into the gay community.  They drank, Karen's hand caressed Ronnie's
smooth legs and flat stomach, and they moved to a vacated table out of the 
light, and they let their lips slide over each other's in kisses that seemed
warm and loving - and they really were!  In short, they fitted right in.
         
Hours later, after drinking and dancing and flirting with the other merry- 
makers, of both sexes, Karen and Ronnie wended their way home.  Karen had 
parked her car a short distance from the neighbourhood they had just left,
but since they were both pretty drunk, there was no way they wanted to drive,
and a taxi at that hour of night was a lost hope.  There was only one thing 
for it - they would run home.  Naturally, that meant they would make it a 
race - with a bet on the outcome.  What would be the prize?  The last race 
Karen had run was with Donna, thirty years before, and she really had to 
struggle to win that one - but win it she did!  And the prize for that was
the sexy, beautiful, muscular body of her sleeping husband, a prize that 
was eagerly sought by both her and her daughter - two horny women in the 
prime of fitness and strength.  

"I know!", said Karen, "The loser gets to do all the cooking, cleaning up, 
and washing on the trip ahead.  How about that?" 

Ronnie quickly agreed.  He hated doing those things - he always did his 
share, but he didn't much like it - and he saw his chance to avoid them 
altogether.  He was well aware he was no match for his mother in strength 
or flexibility, but he figured his youth and endurance would make this race
a piece of cake.  It was between four and five miles, and he knew he'd have 
no problem doing that at a pretty good speed.  He was sure his mother 
wouldn't be able to come anywhere close to the pace he would set.

First, they stripped down to their racing gear.  Off came Ronnie's panty-
hose and his high-heel shoes, his sanitary belt, and his bra, as well as his
jacket, leaving him in a short skirt and a sheer cut-off top, nothing that
would constrict him in a long-distance run.  Karen had even less to take off.
Her tank-top was loose-fitting, her shorts were comfortable, and she slipped  
off her low heeled shoes to match Ronnie's bare feet.  They were ready, set,
and GO!

Ronnie set a pretty good pace, one that he knew he could hold all the way, 
for the full four miles, and that he was sure his mom wouldn't be able to 
match.  He ran lightly, hair swinging behind him, skirt blowing in the wind,
bare feet flashing on the cool pavement, and he didn't check behind to see 
how his mom was making out.  He didn't think he had to.  About the half-
way mark, he figured he had a pretty good lead, so he looked back to check 
and his mom was tooling along, matching him stride for stride, just about a 
hundred yards behind him.  "Holy Mackerel!  I've been taking it a little TOO
easy. I'd better pick up the pace a bit."  So he did, running as fast as he 
could, allowing for the distance still ahead.  "That should do it." he 
thought.  And so he went on for another mile and a half before he checked 
again.  And his mom was still there, maybe even closer now.  "Well. This is 
it!  Now I'll show her!" and Ronnie started to run full out for the last 
half mile, pacing be damned.  He belted along in just as close to a sprint 
as he could go, his chest heaving, sweat pouring from every pore in his body,
arms pumping madly, and his legs weighing like bars of lead as he picked them 
up and put them down. And then he heard the soft pounding of bare feet behind 
him on the hard pavement, getting closer and closer.  He pushed harder, but 
still the footsteps gained.  Then he felt a hand slde under his skirt and 
felt strong fingers squeeze his ass, and his mother swept by him with a wide 
grin on her face.  "C'mon, kid. You'll make it yet!"  And she pulled ahead at 
a dead run he couldn't even begin to match.  And she wasn't even breathing 
hard!  Karen pulled into their house and collapsed while Ronnie was still a 
good two hundred yards from the finish.  Once again, it had taken everything 
she had to beat her teen-aged offspring.  First, her daughter, and then her 
son,  but thirty years apart!   The woman was an Amazon, a slab-muscled
female Hercules, an out-of-uniform Superwoman, but a woman with the sexual 
drive of a dozen Madonna's rolled into one!  What a massive, muscular,
mothering HUNK!

Ronnie reached the house, at last, and fell on his face on the kitchen floor,
retching his heart out.  Karen, now recovered enough to stand leaning casual-
ly against the counter, bent over and lifted her son in her arms.  "Tired?"
she grinned.  "What you need now is a good night's sleep.  How about I take 
you up to bed?"  Ronnie put his arms around his mother's neck, and lay ex-
hausted against her hard, muscular chest.  "Please, mummy.  Carry me up to 
bed and tuck me in.  I just didn't know how strong and fit you are.  You've 
killed me dead!"  So Karen carried her fourteen-year-old son up to his room, 
stripped off his top and his skirt, and laid him on his bed.  As she bent 
over him for a long, last kiss, she was surprised - and pleased - when she 
felt him run his hands gently over the ropes of muscle rippling across her 
wide back and down her massive shoulders, and give her just as hard a hug 
as his weary arms would allow.  As his open mouth melted under her soft lips,
he groaned and lay back in a state of ecstasy.  He, like his grand mother
before him, had found a lover to hero-worship and, like her, was torn in the 
night by another wet dream.




CHAPTER 15  The Next Adventure
    

Next morning, Karen and Ronnie left at last on their eagerly-anticipated 
trip.  It was, of course, a wild and exciting adventure  - but that is  
another story.....


     THE END


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