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Key West was a great place to grow up, for me and Michael. You might get tired of the jugglers and fire-eaters at Mallory Square, but you could never get tired of the sunsets. So many kinds, from the tiger skies of orange, with their stripes of black clouds, to the fiery red flames surrounding the hot eye of heaven as it eased itself into the cooling ocean waters.

I moved here sixteen years ago with a three year old boy, fresh divorce papers and an empty wallet. The best thing that happened when I arrived was getting a Job at Kiki’s, the hamburger place on Duval Street. I worked eight to ten hours a day, near a grill, without air conditioning, for minimum wage. The good part was that as the years went on, I became the manager and ultimately, the owner let me buy Kiki’s without having to put too much money down. It was a struggle, and with my son Michael’s help, we made enough to get by, until three years ago when he had two ideas. They changed our lives and our fortunes.

It’s amazing how something small can balloon. Neither idea was e=mc2, but the explosion for us was as monumental. The first was a hamburger that put the trimmings inside. To make things easier, Michael mixed the gravy, onions, and mushrooms with the ground beef before grilling the patties. After only a month, it accounted for three quarters of our hamburger sales. The other idea was to put Key Lime juice in homemade whipped cream and put it between the layers and then on top of Key Lime Pies that we bought at Publix supermarket. The Kiki Burger and the Kiki Lime Pie were born.

It started with the locals, and with their recommendations to the tourists, our business blossomed. We only had two tables inside and four outside under an awning, but it wasn’t the eat-in business that made us. After a local TV station did a story, people were coming by in droves to take out whole pies. People were calling me Kiki instead of Jennifer, but that was okay, as long as they bought pies. And they did buy pies. And the pies bought us a car and a small condo.

Of course we had to put on more help. We hired a few locals and a student from Lithuania, named Margit, who Michael knew from Key West Community college where he was going. They were in their last year of the Marine Engineering program. She was very sweet and greeted me with a kiss every morning. She had a cute accent and she called me Momma Kiki.

So why am I telling my story here? Well there is certainly a sexual component that’s unusual, at least to me. I guess we all have sexual stories to tell, but all of mine were quite ordinary, until last year. I’d slept with five men in my whole life. And I’m not counting my husband, because that was just a horror show and I wouldn’t tell that story to anyone. Not because it’s wild or dramatic, but because it’s so boring. And for me it would be like bringing up yesterdays lunch – sorry for that ugly thought.

Anyway, I call my five men the ‘Hand-sum Five.’ Not because they were so good-looking or anything, but because I remember them by using the five fingers of one hand. On the thumb is Bob ‘shorty’ Glassman. He was short in all ways. You’ve heard the song ‘Sixty Minute Man?’ Well he was a sixty-second man. The pointer is Greg from High School; he stood up for me when some guys were being pests. So of course I slept with him as my little way of saying, ‘Thanks.’ It lasted a month and he was actually a nice guy, but we really didn’t see anything in each other after the ‘Knight in shining armor’ episode. In the middle we have John who waited tables with me at Denny’s. He was as average as you can get. I rate him a C+ in everything he ever did or said. The ring finger is Brandon, who was the only other man to ask me to marry him besides my husband. I should have said ‘No’ to both of them. And finally there’s Antoine, who really was ‘Pinky.’ The only thing I remember about our one night together was that his whole body seemed to blush. So where do you go when you’re trying to remember better days? I know what the sound of one hand clapping is.

As soon as my son Michael was old enough, I noticed a sexual tension between us. It didn’t bother me for reasons I’ll explain later. I guess the fact that it didn’t bother me, was encouraging to him. He would tell me I looked ‘Hot’ when all I felt was bedraggled after standing by the grill for hours. I’d catch him checking me out, and he’d wink at me.

Actually I think he’s prettier than I am. He has an angelic face. Once, after a busy day where we did well and kept up with it, he tapped me on the ass and said, “Nice job mom.”

I smiled and said, “Thanks babe, you too.” After that he found a lot of reasons to give me a pat there or a playful pinch. It was my new uniform that helped us cross the line. It shrunk in the wash, and it was the only clean one I had left, so I wore it. It was tight across the bust and tight across the hips. Even some customer’s eyes lingered on me.

Michel made a few remarks during the day and as we were closing and turning out the lights he said, “You know bahçelievler escort mom, you’ve got a great body…if you weren’t my mother…”

At that point I could have deflected it with an offhand remark, but I was having a horny day. I wasn’t kidding myself, Michael turned me on. So I said seriously, “What would you do if I wasn’t your mother?” I was looking at his eyes and he didn’t break the gaze, or answer. I said, “Would you touch me Michael?”

He said, “Yes”

I said, “Would you touch me here?” I cupped my breast.

He said, “Yes.” I closed my eyes. He touched me there.

I said, “Let’s go home Michael.” We didn’t say anything during the two block walk home. I took his hand in mine and they were both moist. When we closed the door I started kissing him. I loved his full lips on mine. The kisses were comfortable as a lover’s and fiery as those of a first affair. He unbuttoned the top of my uniform and held my tit. After a few minutes he pulled the soft bra under it and that bare boob came out and he stroked it. He was gentle. He used his fingertips to trace around the areola. He bent his head and sucked on the expanding nipple for a moment and then went back to kissing me.

I reached into his pants and took his cock in my hand. It felt thick and I thrilled at the idea that he was so hard for me. Nobody had been hard for me in a long time. Nobody had kissed me the way he was kissing me in a long time. In the midst of my sexual excitement I felt an emotional welling up to finally feel wanted again. I might have cried if so many other things weren’t happening at once. It felt good to have a man’s flesh in my hand. It felt good to have Michael in my hand.

My mood switched when he playfully grabbed my ass and growled. He said, “You have a great ass mom.” He stroked it for a moment before returning to my tit. He was fondling me as I was gently brushing my hand over his cock. I almost laughed when he asked me, “Mom, are we going to have sex?” What did he think this was leading up to, a lecture on existentialism?

I said, “Yes baby, we’re going to have sex.”

He smiled and said, “Good!” Then I laughed and kissed him. I figured that just the fact that I was his mother would be enough to bring him to a quick climax so I didn’t stroke him too hard because I wanted to feel him inside me before he came.

He seemed reluctant to take the initiative after that, so I directed him. I said, “Take off my uniform Michael.” He unbuttoned it and eased me out of it. “Now my bra,” I said. He reached behind and with two fingers he unhooked it in second. I guess he wasn’t as inexperienced as I thought. He seemed to like my tits because he massaged them, and felt them, and played with them for a long while. I liked it too. My nipples engorged and stood away from the areola and he teased them. I know I’m not beautiful, but I think I do have a good set of boobs.

I said, “Take off your clothes.” He smiled and stripped down, and stood there with his hands on his hips. What I thought was, ‘Oh my God.’ His dick was at strict attention. He was beautiful. I could see that he was having fun. It surprised me that he wasn’t as nervous as I was. He liked the game of me telling him what to do. What also surprised me was that he was shaved. I guess he’d heard enough times from me that I didn’t like hair. He once grew a mustache and I made him get rid of it the next day. But the fact that he had shaved his pubic area meant…what? Maybe he thought something would happen between us, or maybe he just liked it that way.

He brought me back from my musing when he said, “What now mom?”

I said “Take off my panties.”

He smiled and said, “Oh yeah.” He took them off and looked at me while shaking his head approvingly. He said, “That’s a pretty pussy mom, I figured it would be clean.” My body blushed. I didn’t think I could anymore, but a son telling his mother that she has a pretty pussy can do that to you.

I could feel my temperature rising. He put his hand on my hairless pussy and I took a breath. He put some saliva on his finger and went directly to the button under my hood and slowly circled my excited clit. Firstly, he didn’t have to wet his finger, and secondly, he knew what he was doing. He was a lot more experienced, and mine wasn’t the first clit he had stimulated.

I started to moan almost without realizing it. I stood there and let him do it to me until my body tingled to the tips pf my nipples. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore and said, “Let’s go into the bedroom Michael.”

He smiled and said, “Your place or mine?”

I took his hand and led him to my room. I was naked with my son in my bedroom, and it didn’t feel as strange as you would think. I guess I’d been there with him enough times in my fantasies. We stood and kissed before getting into bed. Feeling his body along the length of mine was wonderful. I felt good in his arms with my breasts in his chest, his thighs against mine, and his hard cock pressed up to bahçeşehir escort me. I got into bed first and he looked at me. I liked having my son’s eyes all over my body. It warmed my pussy because it was a look of approval and desire. He didn’t have to say anything.

And I didn’t have to tell him what to do. He got on his knees in front of me. He opened my legs. And if I thought that he was going to screw me in a heated adolescent rush, I was wrong. He made love to me.

He lifted my legs from under my thighs so that my knees were up, and then he went down on me. With a loving mouth my son was sucking me. He licked me, he lapped me, and when he finally got to my clit and used his tongue on it, I started my first orgasm. It was ironic that I had been afraid that he would come too quickly, because it took me only about three minutes to come. I grabbed his head in surprise and said, “Michael, OH GOD, I’M COMING, oHHHHhhhhh…God ohhhh…oh, oh, oh, Michael.” A shudder rippled through me as my son awakened a woman I didn’t know I was. I had come in my son’s mouth and I didn’t know what hit me. I masturbated sometimes, but I didn’t realize that there was a different kind of sexual buildup that could only be satisfied by what my son had just done to me.

He was smiling at me when he said, “Oh that was good mom.” He had taken pleasure in making me come, and it was evident. It was also evident that my son was a lover.

The tone was one of surprise when I said, “Where did you learn all that?”

He laughed and said, “Here and there, and lots of practice.”

He kissed my pussy a few times and my, “Ohh…” came out almost as a whine.

Michael said, “We’re going to have fun mom.” We were, and it was going to lead to surprising places. He came up besides me and we made out. His kisses reached inside of me. He was hard and ready, and yet he waited for me. His lips and fingers on my nipples made my breasts ache, that good ache that makes them yearn to be touched and massaged, which was what he did.

He touched my face and said, “Mom, you’re the best.” The look was tender and loving, and that was an intimacy I had too little of in my life. His fingertips teased my body; up my thighs and around the lips of my pussy, until I couldn’t wait for his touch. What I really couldn’t wait for was his cock.

I said, “Michael, be in me.” He still wanted to play, but I almost begged, “Michael baby, no more, please, be inside me.” When I saw him take his cock in hand, my heart started to thump. I could hear myself saying, “Yes, yes,” as the big knob spread my pussy lips. He pushed in and it was heavenly. It had been so long since a man was inside me. I didn’t know how much I missed it or how much I needed it until Michael stated stroking me. Long, slow, deep, strokes from my son, into my pussy. Oh, it felt so good. Some of the time we moved together in a gentle rhythm, and some of the time he moved my legs to get at me from different angles. He did me hard. He did me slow. He did me.

I was a mother with her son’s cock buried deep in her pussy and the only negative thought I had was that I would never have enough of it. Having him in me gave me a great satisfaction, and at the same time, a hunger for more. I was climbing toward my climax and I could tell he was building too, because he began calling to me. As he plunged into my wet center he said, “Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer…mom, mom…oh mom…” He’d never called me Jennifer before. I rose to meet his thrusts. Yes, I wanted to be his Jennifer.

Faster, harder, deeper, he drove into me. I felt myself losing control, I wanted to say things I’d never said to anyone, but all I could manage were the moans, and more moans. “MICHAEL…OH MICHAEL…I’M COMING,” I cried out as the surge hit my body. It was more intense than my last orgasm and I must have been very loud as I kept telling him that I was coming.

I came until I was out of breath and as I came back to my normal senses, I heard him saying, “Yes mom, yes mom, I’m coming too…Aaaahhhh…” I felt him releasing into me as his strokes speeded up to a pounding beat.

My son was coming inside of me and I loved the sounds that I was making him make. I said, “Yes baby, come, come so I can feel it.” I never felt him to be more mine than when he came in me. I thought, ‘MY Michael, My Michael is coming inside my pussy.’ When he slowed, and the end of his orgasm was evident, he came out of me.

With one hand on my breast and his mouth up to my ear, he said, “Jennifer, Jennifer, Jennifer.” As he said my name, it felt as if he was still stroking in my pussy.

I slept into the deep night with uncertain sexual images playing in my dreams. When I awoke, it was dark, but I could tell that Michael was awake beside me. He whispered, “Hi mom.”

I whispered back, “Hi baby.” He kissed me, he touched me, and he got hard. I was turned on immediately and I knew I was wet before I touched myself. I leaned over to my son’s cock. I kissed it as bakırköy anal yapan escort if it were his lips, using my tongue to explore over the swollen mass. I stopped long enough to use the tip of my tongue to trace the rim and lick over it before going back to sucking.

I was feeling coy and playful, turning myself on when I asked, “Do you like having a mommy that sucks your cock baby?” Like I really needed an answer.

Michael could see that I was rubbing my pussy as I took more of his cock into my mouth and he said, “There’s nothing better than you sucking me mom…until I’m inside your pussy, and then there’s nothing better than that.”

I stopped sucking him long enough to say, “Yes baby, and mommy’s pussy is all wet for you.” I brought my fingers to his face and he inhaled the fragrance that came from my juices. He tasted them.

“I have to fuck you again,” he said it to me.

It’s a word I’ve hardly ever used, and I always discouraged Michael when I heard it from him. But it sounded so right with us naked in the night. I said, “Yes baby, that’s what I want you to do…yes…” I hurriedly went on my back, opening my legs to receive my son. He came right to me and directed his stiff cock into my wet hole. Again in that buttery pussy, I reveled in the way his flesh caressed mine. That it was a mother’s pussy, wet for her son’s cock made it even more exciting.

He did me for a while and he did me well. Then I urged him over and he let me get on top. I said, “Oh yeah, this is what I want.” I raised and lowered myself, taking the length of his cock deep into my center. I said, “Oooh…that’s good,” as I bounced more excitedly. At one point I sat down completely and ground my hips, moving his cock inside me at angles that made it feel as if the tip of my son’s shaft was pressing along the walls of my pussy. I didn’t mind that he grabbed at me as he got more excited. And I didn’t mind that with every thing he did and said he was building to the point of detonation.

He put his hands under my ass when I resumed riding him to impale myself. The meaty globes of my ass filled his hands and he pressed into my flesh as I rode him. I wondered how long he could go without coming as I controlled the pace. He let go of my ass to feel my tits and rub my nipples with his thumbs as I moved faster on top of him. I heard my breathing increase as did my volume as I tilted my head back and said, “Yes…yes…yes, yes…” My back arched. “Yes Michael,” I said. “Yes, yes…YES, YES, YES, YEEEESSSSS…” It was the longest one syllable word I’d ever uttered, but I didn’t have time to savor it because he started to come as I bounced hard and fast on my son’s cock.

“I’m coming mom,” he said as a long stream of his cum shot up inside me.

I said, “Come my baby, come.” And he did it in spades, filling my pussy with more juice than I thought he could have built up since the last time he came in me. I kept moving, and a moment later I yelled, “AAAAaahhh…” Michael continued pushing up into me as the last spasms shook both of our bodies. It was an exhaustive release which left me smiling as I leaned over to rest on his chest with his cock still inside me. I said, “Michael, you’re just so good for your mom, this doesn’t happen to me baby…I can’t believe what you do to me…my Michael…” It was an amazing night, but it was still just one night of sex. And yet, the feelings and emotions that had been stirred were already going beyond the physical. For the first time, I felt as if I was with someone who didn’t want to just use me, but who wanted to be with me.

I awoke the next morning to that feeling of, ‘Where am I?’ Michael was no longer in bed with me. Despite how wonderful the night before had been, some fears ran through me – was he sorry, ashamed, or embarrassed by what had gone on with his own mother? I called out to him and there was no answer. I went out top the kitchen and there was a note. It said, ‘Hi sexy, went to get some stuff – be right back. Love you.’ I felt so much better.

We usually just had coffee in the morning, but Michael brought back an elaborate breakfast and we feasted as if we hadn’t eaten in days. We refueled the depletion from the night before and stocked up for what the day would bring. We used some of it up right away because Michael. Said, “Let me make love to you before we go.” I wasn’t about to refuse. The guys at the restaurant could take care of things until we got there. I couldn’t have cared less about getting to work on time. An hour later, when Margit called, I told her we were on our way.

She said, “Everything okay Momma Kiki?”

I said, “Everything is great, I know you can take care of things, and we had to finish some important business.” For me, loving Michael was much more important than burgers and pies.

Weeks of love passed. Things were going well, economically and personally. I thought we could pay off the note in three years instead of six, and I felt alive again. The season was winding down and most of our part time employees would be off for the summer. Margit and Michael were about to graduate and she was going back home to live. I never realized that there was anything between them until I heard Margit say to Michael, “How come you don’t call me before I go home?” He said something softly that I didn’t hear and she shrugged and said, “Okay.”

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