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The Lottery – Chapter 4
By
Caliboy1991

It took three weeks, instead of two, to complete the arrangements, and on the last Monday of March, Mom and I drove to Austin with Grant Jones. It was butt-crack of dawn early when Grant picked us up in his SUV. We stopped by a local donut shop where he and Mom got coffee and I got my Dr Pepper.

We were on the interstate before long and in between songs on the country music station, Grant said, “What are you guys going to do with your winnings?”

Mom stopped looking out the window, and glanced over at the lawyer, “One thing’s for damn sure. We’re not going back to Louisiana. God, I’m so glad Earl wasn’t the marrying kind.”

She played with the seatbelt strap across her chest before continuing, “We’re definitely going to start over. Me and Robin have been talking about it since winning. We’re going to stay in Texas. As your Mr. Willoughby has been fond of saying, no state taxes are a selling point.”

Grant looked at me through the rearview mirror, “What about you, Robin? You want to live in Texarkana?”

I shook my head, “Would you if it were me?”

“Point taken. Where then?”

Mom and I had spent a lot of time talking about it. All the big cities had lots of stuff going for them. “We’ve talked about maybe moving to Austin or San Antonio. But the first thing we’re going to do is take a vacation for a few weeks.”

Grant drummed his fingers on the wheel to the tune of the country song coming out of the speakers, “That’s the spirit. Lots of places to go.”

The visor in front of Mom was down and I could see the smile play across her face, “I want to go to the beach, Grant. You’d think growing up in Louisiana, I’d have gone. But never had the chance. Now, I think we’re going to the beach.”

Grant said, “There’s plenty of them in Texas. Galveston’s got a nice beach. Also, even though it’s out of the way, South Padre Island has probably the best beaches in Texas. Maybe even along the entire gulf coast.”

After eating my donuts, I fell asleep in the backseat, and didn’t wake until we were on the outskirts of Austin, moving along in heavy traffic. A few minutes later, we were in downtown Austin, and Grant was feeding quarters into a meter outside of an official-looking building. The other attorney, Mr. Willoughby, the one who handled the trust, met us in front of the plate-glass doors.

From there, it was a whirlwind of activity as they met with several men and women in suits who shook their hands and had Grant, as the trustee of the trust, sign most of the forms. There was one uncomfortable moment when the lottery commissioners wanted to take Mom’s photo. But Grant and Mr. Willoughby stepped in and reminded the lottery people we were claiming the check through the trust and the trust was choosing to remain anonymous.

Mom and I did let Grant take some pictures where we held the actual check. It was surreal holding a bit of paper with the figures $166,521,564 printed on the check amount field. Mom took my hand, “Oh, Pooh Bear, we’re rich. You’ll never have to worry about Earl, or money problems ever again.”

From the Lottery Commission’s offices, Mr. Willoughby took us over to a bank where we deposited the check. He explained it had a trust department that would work with Grant to invest the money in our trust. Before we left, a lady in a pantsuit with platinum blonde hair came over to us and gave mom a manila folder, “Ms. Lambert, there are debit cards with PINs and instructions to access that account online in this folder, as well as a small amount of cash for incidentals. We expect the check from the state to clear within a few days, in the meantime, there’s a line of credit tied to this account, so you can start enjoying your winnings right now. All the information you need is in the folder. If you need anything from the bank, my business card is in there too. My name’s Lois. Lois Feldman.”

Mom took the folder and handed it to me, “Thank you, Mrs. Feldman. We’ll do that.”

When we got back to Grant’s SUV, he said, “Well, there you go, Sam, Robin. Welcome to the millionaires’ club. I’ve got a court case in the morning back home. So, I’ve got to hit the road before much longer. You folks are welcome to drive back there with me. But aside from my affable company, what do you have waiting for you back there?”

Mom said, “Are you sure, Grant? You’ll be okay on the drive back alone?”

He chuckled, “Yeah. I’ve got Reba and Shania to keep me company.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. I’d had all the country radio I’d cared for. And I had slept most of the way. “Thanks for all the help, Grant,” I said, offering him my hand. I felt all grown up as he shook it.

The lawyer leaned close, “We’ll be talking regularly, Robin. Y’all are good to do pretty much whatever you want for now. The bank put an obscene line of credit on the account for now.”

Then, as Mr. Willoughby was introducing someone to Mom, Grant gently took me by the shoulder and walked toward the back of the SUV, “Robin, your mom’s a good woman. But if I had to guess, you’re going to be the man of the house and the one to track spending. You and I will talk about it as things get set up. For now, over the next thirty days, you guys have up to a million available.”

My eyes were round as saucers, I stammered, “A m-million?”

Grant nodded, “Yeah. But don’t look at it as a contest. It’s there to be used and enjoyed, but what you don’t spend will still be there, available.”

It took a few minutes to get away from the bank. Grant took me and Mom over to a rental car place where we Grant arranged a long-term rental for us. When we followed the young woman working the counter out to see the car, I let out a low whistle. I wasn’t exactly a car aficionado, but the cobalt blue Maserati Ghibli was more of a car than I’d ever seen. And it was ours for a month.

Grant gave us a couple of recommendations for hotels and left it to us to decide as he left us standing beside the Maserati as he started his nearly six-hour return trip.

Mom came over, twirling the key-fob in one hand and slid the other around my back, “What a difference a month makes, Pooh Bear. We were homeless and living in our old beat-to-hell Celica. Now, look at what we’re driving.”

I hugged her back. My eyes were even with her forehead. I really had shot up since the beginning of the seventh grade. A year before, Mom had been a full head taller than me. Now I was taller, if just by an inch. It was a good thing we won the lottery. I’d just about outgrown what little I had before we ran out on Earl. And the clothes we’d bought in Texarkana had mostly come from Walmart. Now, I expected our next stop would be Macy’s, maybe even Neiman Marcus.

I was almost right. We stopped at the Four Seasons hotel and checked in. It was a good thing, too. There was some kind of convention in town and nearly all the rooms were booked.

The rest of the afternoon, we spent shopping at Macy’s. In truth, we spent a lot more time picking outfits for Mom than for me. But after picking out a couple of pairs of pants, some shirts, and more shorts, we were heading out of the boy’s section when Mom stopped by the rack of underwear, “Oh, Pooh, we can’t forget these.”

While I had picked up some cheap, plain white underwear at Walmart with some money Grant loaned us, there were certainly nicer brands than Fruit of the Loom or Haines. I was looking at a pair of boxers when Mom said, “What about these, Pooh?”

I looked up and did a double take. Across the top of the packaging was the brand: Hanro. Bikini briefs for Men. Admittedly, the model wearing the briefs was smoking hot, for a guy. My eyes shifted from the packaging to Mom, “You think I should wear those?”

Mom put the package of underwear against my stomach, looking from me to the guy posing the underwear, “It’s your choice, Pooh, but as you get older, I don’t see why you can’t wear stuff that’s more mature.”

I looked askance at Mom, “You really think I should wear them?”

Mom’s cheeks colored more than what her mascara could account for, “You know I’m biased. I think you’re positively adorable in whatever you wear. But you’ll be thirteen in a few months and a young man. I’m biased, but I think you’d look gorgeous in these. Any young lady who disagrees should have her head examined.”

And that’s how I walked out of there with some pretty sexy underwear.

After all that shopping, it was getting late, so we ended up back at the hotel, where a bell-hop carted our bags up to our room. When he dropped the bags next to the door, I gave him a bit of cash from the envelope Lois at the bank gave us.

Then Mom groaned, “Oh, shit. There must be a mistake.”

I came over beside her. There was only one bed, a king. Then I replayed back in my mind when we checked in earlier. Mom had asked for a room. The man behind the counter told her she was lucky the hotel still had anything available. I shook my head, neither of us had even thought of asking for a room with double beds.

Mom was already on the phone to the front desk when I said, “If they don’t have another room, we can make this work.”

After a brief call, Mom hung up the phone, “The only other rooms available are just like this.”

I sat down on the end of the bed and removed my shoes and socks, “I guess I can sleep on the floor.”

Mom stood up and walked over to a short sofa, and pushed down on the material. Shaking her head, she said, “You don’t need to do that, Pooh Bear. We’ve shared beds before. We can manage for a few more nights.”

If Mom didn’t mind, I wasn’t going to fuss. The floor was pretty hard, anyway. When Mom went into the bathroom, I heard her say, “Next place has to have a whirlpool.”

I came up behind her and saw over her shoulder a walk-in shower with poured marble walls. I agreed. I missed the whirlpool tub from the Hilton in Texarkana. Mom couldn’t see my grin; we were getting spoiled. And I loved it.

While she showered, I surfed the TV, watching a few minutes of several shows, until the bathroom door opened and Mom came out. I think my jaw dropped. She was wearing an oversized bath-towel wrapped around her chest. It barely came down far enough to cover her girl parts. She blushed as she said, “I forgot a change of clothes.”

Healthy eating and no Earl to cause her stress had done Mom a world of good. Her hair seemed fuller and shinier than I’d ever seen. I couldn’t see the worry lines on her face anymore, and that made her look years younger than her twenty-seven years.

“Wow, Mom. Your hair really looks good,” I said. “I bet the next time you order a drink at a restaurant, they card you.”

Mom’s blush grew redder as she ripped open a package of pastel-colored panties and pulled out a pair. She turned away as she slid them up her legs and under the towel.

Then she found a cami-top. Still turned away, she let the towel fall to the floor as she slid the top on. When she saw me still staring, she said, “I’m sorry, sweetie. I should have told you so you could have excused yourself if you wanted.”

Ever since Mom had caught me peaking in on her, she had become slightly more open about our bodies and had even started referring to me as a young man when talking with other people. Still, save for that first time, this was the only time since when I saw her bare back.

“Um, It’s okay, Mom. I didn’t see anything. I’m going to get a shower too.”

With that, I closed the bathroom door behind me and stripped. The waterfall showerhead was nice, almost creating a rain-like effect. Even as my dick grew hard as I washed it, I wasn’t so desperate for a cum as I had been that first night in the Hilton. I’d enjoyed the jacuzzi tub a lot, and had beat-off almost every night.

Before wrapping my fingers around my bean-pole, I inspected myself again. Still no hair. At least I didn’t have to worry about school for a bit, which meant no boys to make fun of my bald pubic area in gym class.

As I stroke my thin erection, I thought about several girls in my grade back in Louisiana. But even as I stroked myself, I couldn’t keep my focus on either of them. My mind wandered until it settled on a lean, smooth woman’s back. There was something tantalizing familiar and incredibly erotic about the vision filling my mind. After a moment, as my fingers slipped up and down my shaft, the tingling grew and I leaned back against the tile as I picked up my pace.

The first sign I was close was when my little marble-sized balls constricted. That was followed by my shaft getting even harder. Then my dick spasmed in my fingers and a shot of my watery, clear, immature cum splattered against the shower’s glass door.

Another little dribble dripped onto the bottom of the shower, where water whisked it away. I was breathing heavily as I wiped the bit of cum from the glass and sent it following after the second bit of my cum.

I was reaching for a clean towel when I realized the back I’d been fantasizing about was my mom’s. “Oh, shit,” I muttered. How in the hell could I have done that?”

As I toweled off my hair, I continued muttering, “It’s not a big deal. I bet lots of guys do the same. And it’s not like Mom isn’t super pretty.”

By the time I wrapped the towel around my waist, I had rationalized my fantasy, swore it wouldn’t happen again, and then opened the door. Like Mom earlier, I too had forgotten a change of clothes.

Mom was on the left side of the bed, under the plush white covers. Before, when we lived with Earl, at night, she’d wear an oversized T-shirt and maybe a pair of baggy shorts. Now, all I could see was the white cami-top. It was about as far from a loose-fitting T-shirt as she could get. Seeing Mom’s perky boobs clearly defined under her cami, my vow to not think of her again was like dust on the wind.

I tore my eyes away from her chest when I realized I was mentally undressing my mom. I went over to the bags of my new clothes and as I rummaged for something to put on, Mom said, “Try on one of those cute little briefs, Pooh Bear.”

About that time, I wish I’d listened to my earlier instincts and bought some boxers too. Unfortunately, aside from my old plain white underwear were the new low-cut colored briefs in the Hanro package. I ripped the package open and took a navy-blue pair. When I tried to put them on under the shower towel wrapped around my waist, I stumbled as my foot got caught on the hem of the towel. I would have fallen if I hadn’t put my hand out and steadied myself against the wall.

The easiest way was the most embarrassing, especially considering Mom was watching. I grumbled, “Don’t look, okay.”

Then, without really waiting, and keeping my back turned toward the bed, I let the towel fall to the floor and quickly stepped into the snug-fitting skimpy underwear. Unlike my old white ones, this pair of underwear was snug and my junk was a bulge within the dark material.

Mom piped up, “Oh, you look really cute in those, Pooh Bear.”

I groaned, “Mom, why’d l let you talk me into these? I feel naked in them.”

“Come on, sweetie,” Mom repeated, “Turn around and let’s see. From the back they seem modest enough.”

I was lucky I had shot my load just a few minutes before. When I turned around, the part of me hardest to control remained calm. Still, how could Mom help but see my stuff was on display through the snug fabric?

Mom patted the bed, “I don’t know why you think you look bad in those, Pooh. They make you look more mature.”

I crawled under the covers and kept to my side of the bed. After a bit of time, Mom turned off the TV, “What do we want to do tomorrow? We can pretty much do anything we want.”

I put my hands behind my head. This truly was the start of a brand-new life for us. “We should get new cell phones. The one you’ve got is one Earl gave you. Maybe after that, we can find a good restaurant.”

Mom leaned over and gave me a playful punch, “McDonalds is it?”

Funny, before we won the lottery, a trip to Micky Ds would have been a real treat. But after a few weeks hanging out at Grant’s law office and getting a glimpse of the wider world, cheap fast food didn’t sound very appealing.

I mock-rubbed the spot where her fist hit my arm. I was tempted to stick my tongue out at her. But it just didn’t feel like the mature thing to do. “I bet there are loads of restaurants. Let’s try something different.”

I fluffed my pillows and sank down under the covers. The bed was even more comfortable than the one at the Hilton. And a million times better than the lumpy little twin bed in Earl’s trailer. Mom leaned farther over and gave me a hug and a quick peck on my cheek, “I love you, Pooh Bear. Sweet dreams.”

“Love you too, Mom.”

Copyright 2021 – Caliboy1991
All rights reserved

The Lottery – Chapter 9
By
Caliboy1991

The air nipped at my cheeks as I keyed in the code and waited for the gate to swing open. For so early in October, it was unseasonably cool. Once the gate swung open, I pushed down on the gas pedal and rolled into the near-abandoned sub-division. Apart from the light on the outside of the security shack, the streets were dark.

Sam reached over and rested her hand on mine, which was on the gearshift. “It’s kind of forbidding; it’s so dark.”

While it was dark, the SUV’s headlights pierced the gloom, chasing the night away. I gave the vehicle more gas, enjoying the throaty roar of the engine. Over the past few months, since the lottery, Sam had taught me how to drive. I spent almost as much time behind the wheel as she did. I had been driving since lunch time, almost eight hours before, and was glad we were almost there.

The house was in the back of the empty subdivision. When we reached it, a light pierced the darkness from the porch. The front of the house looked little different from the one time they visited, in between their trip to the coast and San Antonio. Now, a couple of rocking chairs were on the wrap-around porch, and a cement cherub shot water into the air from the small water feature next to the walkway between the porch and the street.

As I pulled into the drive, Sam said, “I hope the pictures do it justice. Grant had nothing but nice things to say about it.

I parked the SUV along the drive, a few feet from one of three garage doors along the side of the house, and climbed from the driver’s side. My bones ached. Over the past five months, this had been the longest Sam let me drive, and I felt every hour behind the wheel as I stretched.

Sam came around the front of the SUV and hugged me. My eyes could almost see over the top of her head. Slow and steady seemed to be the way my body wanted to grow, and I had added another inch in height since the start of the summer. My hands roamed her back. The angles and ridges of her shoulder blades were now familiar territory, and she sighed as her hands slid along the outside of the t-shirt I wore.

Finally, when chill bumps covered my exposed skin, I said, “Let’s go check it out. It’ll be nice to have a place of our own to crash at between trips.”

As I took Sam’s hand and we walked toward the back of the house, I found myself agreeing with her. Even though we had more fun than I’d ever had in my life, every place we had stayed had just been a condo rental or hotel room. San Antonio had been fun. We had visited the amusement park and SeaWorld and just about every authentic Mexican restaurant in the city over our month’s stay. Anaheim had been cool. The weather at Disney Land had been just about perfect. And nobody had batted an eye at what appeared two teens in love, as we rode every ride and saw every show. But after a week, we’d seen what we wanted to see and done what we wanted to do.

From California, we had driven up the coastal highway, all the way to Seattle. We saw what we wanted to see, and grew even closer as boyfriend and girlfriend, driving back through Oregon, Idaho, and Montana, where we stayed a couple of weeks at Yellowstone during the height of the summer season. After that, we spent some time in Vegas. We stayed clear of the casinos. After all, to the rest of the world, we were a teenaged couple in love.

Say what you will of Vegas, even without the casinos, there was plenty to do. We took a helicopter tour of the Grand Canyon, watched more shows than I can remember over the time we stayed there. But even as the weeks came and went, it wasn’t home. And all the money in our bank account would not make it so. By the end of September, we needed a break from traveling. And that’s how I found myself holding Sam’s hand as she slid the key into the back door of our home outside of Texarkana.

Once past the French doors, we stood in a dining room. The table in the middle of the room wasn’t big. It hardly needed to be; A set of four chairs fit comfortably around it—two more than we needed. The walls were a pleasing shade of pastel yellow. It was warm and inviting.

Sam gushed, “Oh, this is nice, Robin. It’s just the way I imagined it.”

She pulled me through the kitchen. The appliances were all black, which complimented the cherry finish on the cabinetry and the dark marble countertops. Sam let go my hand and ran her fingers along the polished marble, “Shame I’m not a better cook, Robin. This is so much bigger than the kitchen in the trailer.”

It had been a while since Sam brought up Earl. Whatever had become of him, neither of us cared. Still, we had spent years of our lives under his roof, and the kitchen in the trailer had been tiny compared to this one.

I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her stomach and pulled her into a hug, “Maybe we can learn together. I fix some killer Pop Tarts.”

Chuckling, she turned around and tilted her head slightly as her lips found mine. The familiarity and rightness of her tongue in my mouth made it easy to think of Sam as only my girlfriend. Ours hadn’t been a relationship defined as mother and son for months now, and I think Sam liked it as much as I did.

When she broke off the kiss, Sam grabbed my hand, “Let’s see the rest of the house.”

We trekked back through the dining room and through another door. The den was huge; a fireplace in one corner was encased in white Texas sandstone. Over it hung a painting of an old West cattle drive. Mom had pitched a fit when Grand and I had suggested mounting a deer head over the fireplace. We compromised with artwork that still exuded the old west theme captured by the ranch-style house’s design.

A flat screen TV covered the better half of one wall. It was easily ninety inches wide. It faced a plush leather sofa. I could almost imagine crashing on the sofa while watching some movie on the gigantic screen. Sam took in the room, “Thank God I talked you out of that ghastly deer head. It would have felt like something was staring at us had you put it up in here.”

There was a living room and a foyer at the front of the house. I didn’t really understand the purpose of the living room. It held similar furniture to the living room, but no TV. Grant had told me sometimes you just needed a room where the guests you didn’t really want wandering around your house to stay. That’s what a living room is for.

After checking out a few bedrooms, one of which was ostensibly my own, down a hallway on one end of the house, Sam and I eventually found the master bedroom. There was a massive king-size bed along one wall, a walk-in closet along another, and the master bath along a third. Sam stood in the bathroom’s doorway. The look on her face was priceless.

I stood behind her and rested my head next to hers, “What’cha think?”

She gushed, “It’s perfect, Robin. Just like I imagined it.”

A grin split my face, almost from ear to ear. Grant and I had spent a lot of time going back and forth over what Sam wanted. In the end, a contractor had come out and put an addition to the house to accommodate the changes. Seeing the look on her face made all the effort and expense worthwhile. The tub was recessed into the foundation and encased in marble. There was a seat that ran along the inside, all the way around the tub, and whirlpool nozzles built into the tub at regular intervals. I couldn’t decide if it was the largest bathtub I’d ever seen, or the smallest swimming pool. As if anything else was necessary, the remodelers built a gas fireplace into the wall on the far side.

A walk-in shower stood next to the tub. Poured marble walls formed two of the sides. A third was glass, and the fourth was a glass door. A huge rainfall showerhead was fixed to the ceiling. Along the wall, closest to the bedroom, was a vanity mirror, running from countertop to ceiling. Sam didn’t spend tons of time on her appearance, but all the things she needed were stored in the drawers under the marble countertop.

Sam gripped my arm, “Damn, Robin, this is incredible. I could practically live in the bathroom.”

The worry I had felt that it might not be exactly what she wanted washed away. I happily sighed, “I was kinda worried. Now that we’ve taken the grand tour, what do you want to do?”

Sam gave me an appraising eye and pulled me back into the master bedroom. She pushed me until my butt hit the side of the bed. “What I’ve wanted since waking up this morning. You.”

She grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror over a chest of drawers on one wall. Sure, since winning the lottery, I had grown a bit, but to my uncritical eye, I was still the same skinny boy. My face was smooth and unlined; I had yet to develop the sharp angles that usually came with adolescence. My shoulders were still narrow, scarcely any wider than my hips.

Sam didn’t care about that. Her fingers undid the button above my zipper and worked the zipper down. With hunger in her eyes, she slid my pants down, where they bunched at my ankles. Gone was any embarrassment at Sam seeing the bulge of my erection in my immodest bikini briefs. She grabbed the front of my briefs and pulled them down, freeing my stiffy.

Now that I was thirteen, my erection had almost kept up with my height. Sam gripped my five inches, “Every time I see you like this, I can’t believe you’re mine. I love you, Robin and I’m so glad you want me too.”

She released my shaft and ran her fingers along my silky-smooth pubic area. Over the past couple of months, a few lone strands of pubic hair, barely any darker than the blond on my head, had come in. But Sam liked me smooth, the same way I liked her, and she enjoyed searching them out and tweezing them.

I stepped out of my pants. Now it was my turn. My fingers were sure and confident as I unbuttoned Sam’s blouse. I knew her body as well as I knew my own. Once unbuttoned, I pushed the blouse over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She hadn’t worn a bra. Her tits, small and well formed, bounced in front of me and I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down and kissed a nipple, feeling it grow hard between my lips. My tongue lapped at it until Sam pushed my head away, “Finish undressing me. I need you in me now.”

I was Sam’s willing slave. My fingers made quick work of her zipper and pushed her pants to her ankles. She picked up one foot, and I pulled her pants leg off. Then the other foot, and she was in nothing but a small pair of pink panties with tiny red hearts scattered across the small triangle of fabric covering her pussy. I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled them down, exposing Sam’s smoothly shaven pubic mound. My erection twitched at the sight and she pushed me back against the bed until I fell backward.

Sam crawled onto the bed beside me and grabbed my stiffy, “How’s this for a house warming party?”

My voice trembled with excitement, “I like it. So, you okay staying here for a while?”

She leaned over me; hot breath on my glans sent a shiver through me as she said, “Yeah. Traveling around, even when we’re seeing new things, gets tiring sometimes.”

Her tongue touched my helmet shaped glans, and I gasped at the pleasurable heat. Her lips slid over my tip and her tongue played with my piss-slit, making my entire shaft tingle. A few heartbeats later her lips slid down my shaft, first sliding over the coarse skin of my circumcision scar and then, lower, sliding down until she had taken in most of me. She stopped when I touched the back of her throat. I was almost an inch shorter the first time she took my penis into her mouth. Back then, she could take all of me into her mouth. But now I was longer and her gag reflex kicked in if she tried taking me down her throat.

She held the base of my erection and bobbed up and down, her lips gliding over my shaft. Every time she came up, she stopped when her lips reached the flare of my glans. Her tongue never stopped working. It didn’t matter if she was going down or coming up, her tongue teased more intense tingles than if she had only used her lips. I could never grow tired of this, even as my eyes closed and basked in the joy of the moment. I was the luckiest boy in the world to have Sam in my life. She loved my body every bit as much as I loved hers.

I groaned wordlessly as the tingling in my shaft grew more intense. Sam’s fingers gripped the base of my penis and her lips pushed against her fingers and she sucked on me; she could tell I was close to cumming.

Sam’s tongue slid along the underside of my penis, sending me into sensory overload. My balls constricted and a surge like electricity shot through me, traveling from the tip of my stiffy all the way to my brain. Fireworks went off in my head as my five inches swelled in Sam’s mouth and I spasmed. The first blast of my thickening semen hit the back of her throat, and she sucked even harder. A second blast slid down her throat, followed by a third.

My balls were empty, but my dick kept kicking about in Sam’s mouth through a few more dry spasms. When she had drained me, Sam pulled back and kissed me. Her kiss tasted like my cum; mostly salty with just a tinge of bitterness. That had been a change over the past half-year. The first time she had blown me and then kissed me, I had tasted more sweet than salty. Of course, now, my cum was milky white instead of clear and watery.

Sam broke the kiss and said, “Now that you’ve had your fun, it’s my turn.”

She straddled my waist and took hold of me again as she slid my still sensitive head through the wet head of her slit. Even though my glans tingled with penetrating pleasure, I had just cum. It would be a while before I could shoot again. Sam knew this and as she slid down on me, she growled, “I’m going to fuck your brains out, Robin.”

I reached out my hands and caressed her breasts as I closed my eyes from the incredible feeling throughout my erection. Sam found a practiced rhythm, her knees and hips working together, to lift her up, but not so high as to have me slide out, before crashing against my groin with a wet plop.

With my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling surging through me, I felt Sam’s first orgasm. It arrived with a shudder as her pussy undulated and convulsed around my shaft. One thing I liked about making love to her was the number of times she could cum.

Sam had incredible stamina. I’ve felt her thighs before and there’s a lot of muscle on them. Riding me like she did only helped build up her endurance. She came a half-dozen times before I felt my balls start to boil again. My dick had never stopped tingling like it was close to orgasm. So, when my balls boiled, there wasn’t much warning before they constricted.

I moaned, “Ah, fuck!” as my penis surged within Sam. My stiffy kicked and spasmed, shooting my fresh seed deep within her at the same time her body shook with her most intense orgasm yet. I was still spasming when she fell against me, her breasts pushing against my chest, and her head resting against my shoulder.

Her voice was raw and low, “I love you, Robin. It feels great doing this in our own bed.”

My eyes fluttered open; I was still in my post orgasm high. Sex with Sam was amazing, no matter where it happened. But she was right. It felt doubly good knowing we were home.

Copyright 2021 – Caliboy1991
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The Lottery – Chapter 8
By
Caliboy1991

I sat across the table from Sam, working a small fork into the crab as I tried to free the sweet meat. I cracked the shell and extracted a long, thin strip of reddish-white meat and dipped it into warm melted butter before shoving it into my mouth.

“This is so good, Sam. I could eat crab all day long.”

Sam peeled a big Gulf-shrimp and ate it in two bites. Then she winked and grinned at me, “All day? I thought you discovered some other things you enjoyed earlier.”

I flushed, glancing around. Nobody sitting close to us even gave us a second look. To the other diners, we were two teens out on a date. “Well, we can split the time between the two, right?”

I grinned at Sam’s flush. Once we finished eating, we paid and drove back to the condo. On the way back, I said, “So, when do you want to teach me how to drive?”

Sam tapped the steering wheel, “Maybe when we’re not driving an eighty-thousand-dollar rental.”

Even though money was no longer something we had to worry about, doing something stupid, like letting a twelve-year-old drive an expensive rental car wasn’t something we really wanted to test. Still, I filed the idea away for future discussion.

Back inside the condo, we headed to the bedroom. Although the sun was down, it was still early. I stretched my arms, trying to decide what I wanted next. While I was stuffed to the gills with good food, I was also horny. I came up behind Sam and wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me, her back against my front.

I felt older than my twelve years. I had crossed the threshold from childhood to adulthood that afternoon with Sam, and could never go back. Why would I want to? I rested my head on her shoulder, “Thanks for an incredible day, Sam.”

Sam twisted around until she faced me and lightly draped her arms around my neck. Her eyes sought out mine and she locked onto them, gazing deeply into me, as though reading my soul. She must have seen something in them. Her lips curled into a smile that reached her aqua-green eyes. “You’re welcome, Robin. I confess, I worried after we, um, made love. Worried you weren’t ready. Worried how under all this, I’m still your mom and you’re still my son. Worried this happened too fast. Now, you holding me, I know this is real. What we did on the beach was right for us.”

My fears had been different. After most of a year fooling around with Jeremy, we’d traded hand-jobs, blowjobs, even butt-fucking once. Sex with Sam was like going from junior high to college, though. It represented a life-altering shift. But one I felt ready for.

She pulled my head towards her, and we kissed. The garlicky taste of shrimp mixed in with Sam’s essence stirred within me desire. When her tongue darted into my mouth, I slid mine along hers and then mounted my own attack through her lips, twisting my tongue around hers. I broke the kiss long enough to take her shirt by the hem and pull it over her head, tossing it into a nearby chair. I found within her eyes permission to reach behind her and fumble with the hooks on her bra until she eventually reached behind and helped me unhook her.

I pulled her bra away from her and it fell to the floor between us. I kissed her lips again, but having a good idea of what Sam needed, I worked my lips to her chin, then to her neck. From there, my lips grazed her shoulders. When I kissed the swell of her breast, Sam gave a contented sigh, “Yeah, baby.”

I ran my tongue over her firm nipple. My body tingled as I felt the tiny ridge line of her areola. Sam shuddered under my attention. Finally, she pulled my mouth from her tit and grabbed me by my shirt and pushed until I bumped against the end of the bed. Then she tugged my shirt off and tossed it on top of hers.

She pushed me onto the bed and pulled at my shorts. They were sports shorts and once she got hold of the elastic, the shorts slid easily down my legs, where they bunched up at my feet. With the same motion, she also gripped my briefs, so I lay naked under her gaze.

Sam knelt at the foot of the bed and rested her hands on my thighs. I leaned forward on my elbows and enjoyed the intent look on her face as she stared at my four quivering inches. Eagerly, I waited for her to pounce. There was no doubt in my mind she would leave Jeremy’s feeble attempt to pleasure me far behind.

Her hand touched me first, her fingers wrapping around my thin shaft as she leaned over me. Her hot breath made me twitch with anticipation. I jumped at her tongue’s touch, as tingles swept across my body. I moaned, “Ah, fuck!”

The heat on my dick intensified tenfold. I glanced down as she took my head in her mouth. The feeling was nearly indescribable. It was like a wet glove made just for my dick. I’m not one to get loud when I play with myself. Even when it was Jeremy and me fooling around, the feelings flowing out of me were controlled. Not then. I groaned, “Ahhh, God, that feels good.”

I moaned wordlessly as Sam took me in, inch by inch, until all four inches of me were in her mouth. Her tongue roamed over my erection, licking on all sides. The tingling was strong, almost from the get-go. While the feeling in my dick was like what I’d felt when I was embedded in Sam’s pussy, it was also different, too. The tingling increased slowly and several minutes passed by as she licked and bobbed up and down on my erection. Still, the inevitable moment arrived, “Ah, Sam, I’m cumming!” I yelled. I was so glad the condo below us was empty.

My marble-sized balls constricted, and I felt my dick spasm as I felt my little dollop of ejaculate shoot out. Sam took that bit of nectar without a problem. Her mouth stayed on my dick until the spasming stopped. Perhaps she would have kept me in her mouth until I went soft. But at twelve, a boy can stay hard long after he’s shot his wad.

Sam pulled back her head and grinned at me, “How was that?”

A hundred times better than Jeremy, I thought. Somehow, I doubted Sam wanted any comparisons. In fact, the last time Jeremy had sucked me to orgasm, I was still dry cumming. My friend, on the other hand, had shot three or four salty and bitter loads into my mouth. Sam was a vast improvement. Sometimes, less is more, “Wow! Wow!”

She stripped her shorts, joining me in being naked. Then she took my hand, “Come on, Robin. We didn’t get cleaned up before dinner. Why not try out the whirlpool?”

After we filled the tub to the correct spot, we turned it on and climbed in. The hot jets of water massaged us as we settled against one side of the tub. Sam took a loofah and added some soap to it before she started cleaning my back. I could feel the difference as the film of suntan lotion was wiped away. Once she finished with my back, she wrapped her arms around my chest and pulled me against her as she washed my front.

Gone was any hesitancy. Her fingers soon grappled with my still-erect penis. She said, “God, I love your body, Robin. How you stay hard is a mystery. One I intend to unravel.”

I shifted away from her, coming around behind her and wrapping my arms around her. I cupped her boobs and squeezed them for a long moment. Then, remembering we were supposed to be taking a bath, I grabbed the loofah from where it floated and washed her back, scrubbing the oily residue of lotion away.

Sam squealed when the loofah touched her boobs, “Yow! That’s rough. Use your hands, Robin.”

Rubbing Sam’s boobs, whether with lotion, dry, or now, with soap, it was all great. She leaned back against my chest as I massaged her tits with soapy water. Still, after a few minutes, she spun around, sending water sloshing dangerously close to the lip of the bathtub.

She straddled me and wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me. After breaking the kiss, she whispered into my ear, “You got yours, my love. Now it’s time to get mine.”

With that, she shifted forward and took hold of my erection as she positioned herself over me. Then, with a happy sigh, she sank down, enveloping all of me inside her pussy. How suddenly she had shifted and sat on my erection had taken my breath away.

Now, with her straddling me, and my butt resting on the bathtub’s hard surface, Sam worked her knees, rising and dragging my dick across the tightness of her walls, and falling, sliding me deep inside her again. The tingling came almost right away as she rode me. But the build-up, so soon after my last cum, took longer. At one point, a few minutes after she started riding me, Sam snaked her hands around my neck and kissed me as I slipped up and down her vagina.

At one point, that tingling was riding, ever so slowly to that magical point of bliss. Sam shuddered and her pussy convulsed around my rigid cock. She squeezed my neck, as her rising and falling became uneven. A moan ripped out of her mouth, “Ah, Robin! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!”

The undulation of her pussy walls on my dick finally tipped me over the edge and I spasmed inside her. I followed that with my entire body shaking as I came. My dick came a half-dozen times, although I imagined there might have only been a bit of cum with that first spasm.

Sam didn’t move after her body stopped shaking, although she stopped squeezing my neck. She simply stayed there, sitting on my lap. Still in my orgasmic bliss, I hugged her, rubbing my hands against her back. There was a timer on the whirlpool. It cut off the hot jets before she finally slid off me. I could see tears in her eyes when she slid off.

Concerned, I reached out and took a hand, “Sam, are you alright?”

A tear trickled down her cheek as she nodded, “Yeah, Robin. I’m fine. I get emotional sometimes, and when I came, my emotions got the best of me.”

She sat next to me and leaned against me as I wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She explained, “Earlier, when we made love on the beach, what we experienced was surreal, and some part of me thought it was a dream. Then, when I gave you a blowjob, well, that was mostly for your benefit, so it didn’t really hit me. Then, when we made love here in the jacuzzi tub, it finally hit me, like really hit me, you and me, we’re really doing this. It’s not a game, not anymore. We’re an honest-to-God couple. Tonight, when I go to sleep, I’m going to be falling asleep next to the man I love.”

She took my hand, “It’s too soon to promise anything. But just know that, when you’re ready to be more than just my boyfriend, I’ll be ready.”

***

I waited for Sam to cut the ignition before climbing from our new SUV. Even though less than two months had passed since we were last here, I felt as though I weren’t the same boy as I was the last time we were at Grant Jones’ office.

I scurried around and opened Sam’s door. When she climbed out, I noticed I had gained slightly on her. I figured I was maybe three inches taller, although you wouldn’t be able to tell when she’s in high heels.

I resisted the urge to slide my arms around her waist. I followed her into the office where a new receptionist sat. The chairs were a little nicer than the folding chairs we’d sat in so long ago. One thing that hadn’t changed, the plastic plant had even more dust on it than before.

When Grant came out and saw us, he said, “Good God, would you look at the two of you! Y’all certainly got plenty of sun.”

My blond hair was sun-bleached and down past my collar. And we both had dark tans. Probably wasn’t healthy long term, but we had other places we wanted to go, places where lounging under the sun wasn’t a priority.

Once we were in his office, Grant said, “Have y’all thought about where you’d like to hang your hat?”

Sam quirked an eyebrow, “Our hat?”

Grant grinned, “You know, where you want to live?”

Sam shrugged, “We’re still working on that.”

I added, “I know we’re supposed to have a permanent home and all that, but I’ve talked it over with S-, Mom, and I want to do the online private school you emailed me about. That way, no matter where we go or stay, I can keep up with my studies.”

Grant smirked, “I figured you’d say that. I can’t say I blame you, either. I can arrange that. But just so you know, as the trustee for your trust, I’ll be looking at those grades, Robin.”

He leaned back in the chair, “After talking with Bert and the finance folks, we all agreed a few pieces of property in the trust’s portfolio would be prudent. The trust will close on some real estate a few miles west of town. A developer started a sub-division but ran short of money and their bank foreclosed on it. We think he was a bit overly ambitious. In a few years, we expect a subdivision out on Interstate Thirty might be worth the money to develop further. In the meantime, he only finished one home out there. Was going to make it his model home. We think you’d like it.”

Sam looked at me with uncertainty. Even though she’d really bloomed in the absence of Earl, money wasn’t a strong suit for her. Even at twelve, scratch that. My birthday is in a few days. Even at thirteen, I had a head for numbers. I said, “Even the money guy thinks it’s a good investment?”

Grant nodded, “Yep. Wesley Parker is the one who made the recommendation. We got the property for a bit more than a million dollars. If he’s right, and he’s got a solid track record, once we build the development out, it’ll return upwards of five million to the trust.”

“And if he’s wrong?”

With a shrug, Grant smiled, “Then you’ll live in a very nice neighborhood with no neighbors, and some very nice East Texas Pines.”

Sam reached over and took my hand. Squeezing it gently, she said, “That sounds really nice, Grant. Just promise me and Robin, it won’t hold us down. After time down on the coast, we want to travel. See more of the country. Can we do that?”

I returned the light touch before leaning forward, “Mom’s right,” I said, barely avoiding calling her Sam. “Given what you told us our budget was, we did pretty good, I thought. Between the hotel stays, condo rental, car rental and dining out, we only spent fifteen thousand.”

Grant took a sheet of paper and slid it across the desk toward me, “You guys did fine. But don’t forget about the clothes. Your bill at Macy’s in Austin was a couple of thousand dollars. And your new Range Rover is ninety thousand dollars.”

I chuckled. I liked the new SUV. Sam had already given me my first lesson driving it. “True. But we won’t buy a new car every month. Well, at least I hope not.”

Grant smiled, “You say that.” Then he glanced at Sam, “Just wait until he’s sixteen. Even some millionaires struggle with new drivers’ insurance. Especially on the cars you guys can afford.”

I flushed, thinking about the power under the hood of the Range Rover. There was no way I’d wait until sixteen to enjoy controlling that kind of power. Still, we had gotten off track. I waved the transaction sheet, “As you said, we did fine. Sam…, um, Mom and I want to figure out how we can travel around and see the places we want to see without breaking the bank.”

Grant nodded, “About the only thing I wouldn’t do is buy an expensive RV and travel places. Unless, of course, where you’re wanting to stay is national parks.”

I shook my head, “Not really. We’re thinking when we finish up here, we want to go spend a couple of weeks in San Antonio, do Sea World and stuff like that. Then maybe go to California for a couple of months. Disney Land, that kind of stuff.”

Grant added, “Washington, New York, that kind of stuff?”

I nodded, “Yeah. We want to stay at nice places, but spending a thousand dollars a night…”

My voice trailed off. We wanted to enjoy the money. But being stupidly extravagant didn’t seem right.

Grant leaned forward, “You’ve got a good head on your shoulder, Robin. You know, I had a couple whose bankruptcy I worked on a while back. They were good folks, but got suckered into buying one of the expensive time-shares.”

Sam and I both nodded. One of the radio stations we listened to had played commercials about lawyers suing time share companies.

Grant continued, “The dirty little secret is that there are plenty of time share resorts very close to most major cities. And except for a few times a year, they have some portion of their inventory available to rent. If you want, I can call the trust office at the bank and see if they can make some calls. I bet they can get you a good deal in San Antonio.”

I glanced at Sam, who nodded. Grant was on the phone and a few minutes later, when he hung up, he said, “Let’s see what comes of it. Even though the couple I helped with their bankruptcy got taken in by the timeshare company, the truth is, most of the resorts are quite nice and well taken care of. My girlfriend and I stayed at one in New Orleans last year and it was a nice, fully equipped condo, just a few minutes’ walk from the French Quarter.”

Sam shook her head, “We’ll take your word on that one. Not going back to Louisiana anytime soon.”

While we waited for the bank’s trust department to call back, Sam disappeared into the restroom. Once she left his office, Grant said, “I was impressed with your emails while you guys were in South Padre. Asking for updates on your expenses shows real maturity, Robin. I’m going to send you a view-only link to a tool the bank uses to monitor and track the expense account tied to your debit cards. They’ll be able to set you up with tools that’ll let you track things on your own. This will also show you what’s available to be transferred into the expense account, for when you and your mom want to make a big purchase.”

While I was pleased Grant trusted me enough to share this info, it piqued my curiosity. “Does it bother you for me to email you about the trust?”

“God, no,” Grant said. “I’m glad you’re interested. Makes me feel like you and your mom will be okay managing your money when you get older. I’m always available to answer any questions you have.”

I grinned in response, “For a fee?”

The phone chose that moment to ring, and Grant winked at me as he answered. He wrote something down and said, “I’ll call or send you an email.” Then he hung up.

Sam came back into the office as Grant smiled at her, “Good news. The bank’s trust department confirmed a two-bedroom executive condo on the San Antonio River Walk for ten thousand for the entire month of June.”

That was more than twice as expensive as our condo on the beach. “That much?”

Even Sam looked surprised at the cost, while Grand said, “It’s really upscale, as these things go. You can comfortably afford it, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

We had talked about visiting San Antonio for a while, and the rent on the condo really wasn’t that much compared to what we had. I took Sam’s hand and said, “Let’s do it, S-, Mom.”

Grant took us out to the abandoned sub-division after we made the reservation for San Antonio. We drove out there in our Range Rover. It was about thirty miles from Texarkana. We got to it by exiting the interstate and turning down a farm-to-market road. Less than a mile down that road, Grant had Sam turn onto a side road. A few yards down the road a gatehouse sat squat in the middle. The gates were down and chained.

I followed Grant over to one of the gates, where he keyed in an access code that popped the lock. When he finished taking the lock off, he said, “I’ll text you the code, Robin. I really think you guys will like it. Even though the developer went balls-up, he tried to keep as many trees as possible.”

Back in the car, we drove through, stopping only long enough to lock the gate behind us. You’ve seen news stories about neighborhoods wiped out by a hurricane or tornado. That’s sort of what it reminded me of to drive through the place. There were no houses, just meandering roads. Lots were clearly marked with surveying stakes, and tall pines remained on every lot.

As she drove slowly toward a lone house toward the back half of the sub-division, Sam asked, “How many lots are there?”

Grant said, “A bit more than a hundred. Some lots in the center were designated for park and recreation. All told, there’s about fifty acres.”

We stopped in front of the house. If you’ve seen one McMansion, you’ve seen this one. Built in the ranch style, it was a single story. The inside still needed a bit of work. We could see sheet rock in several of the rooms. The master bedroom was nice, but the bathroom wasn’t up to par, especially after the experience we had in South Padre. Sam looked inside and shook her head, “Oh, Grant, it’s so plain. It’s going to take some work.”

Once we finished touring the house and were outside, Sam wrapped an arm around me affectionately. It was one you could easily mistake as maternal. She said, “Grant, you’ve made it clear we need some place to call home. At least officially. If you and the folks at the trust think this is a good fit, we trust you. But, God, that place is going to need some work.”

Sam pressed her body against me as she continued, “If there’s one thing the past couple of months have taught me, it’s that I can trust Robin. Do you mind working with him on the upgrades we’ll want?”

Her hug was still maternal enough to not rouse Grant’s attention. He just bobbed his head, “Yeah, Sam. No problem. Just shoot me an email, Robin, and we’ll get contractors out here and fix it up for you guys.”

We finished up back in Texarkana for the night. We met Grant and his current girlfriend for dinner at a local restaurant and then Sam and I stayed at the same Hilton hotel before heading out for San Antonio the next morning.

Copyright 2021 – Caliboy1991
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The Lottery – Chapter 7
By
Caliboy1991

A fragrant aroma woke me. When I opened my eyes, the brilliant light flooding through the open curtain. I blinked as I tried to adjust to the light. As my brain connected with my eyes, I realized the double doors to the balcony were open. Sam leaned against one, holding a steaming cup of coffee. She must have been up for a while. She wore a gauzy, transparent blouse over a two-piece swimsuit.

I croaked, “G’morning.”

She turned away from the sparkling, blue ocean and gave me a radiant smile that would have outshone the sun, “Oh, finally, you’re awake.”

A glimpse at the clock on the nightstand showed it was pushing ten in the morning. I yawned, “Why’d you let me sleep so late?”

Sam’s cheeks flushed, “Between watching you sleep and the sun rise, it’s been a near perfect morning.”

That’s when I noticed I’d kicked off the covers during the night. And I sported my habitual morning wood. Reflexively, I moved my hand to cover it, but stopped. Sam had touched my dick last night, and I had copped a feel. Granted, it was only through our underwear, but my embarrassment at her seeing my stiffy through my underwear was rapidly retreating. Hiding it was more the behavior of a twelve-year-old kid, not that of Sam’s boyfriend.

My body responded faster than my mind, as my cheeks turned crimson. “Oh. Yeah. Sorry about that.”

Sam came and leaned over and kissed me. “Don’t be sorry for that, Robin. It’s quite nice to look at.”

She went over to the chest of drawers, where we stored a lot of our clothes and tossed my swimsuit to me. “I’m dying to get down to the beach. You wanna come with?”

I swung out of bed and tried to ignore my boner as I grabbed the swimsuit. I started toward the bathroom to change, but hadn’t gone past the end of the bed when I realized I wanted Sam to see a bit more of me. I turned back around and faced her. Then I grabbed my briefs by the elastic band and pulled them down. My dick caught the material for a second before popping free and slapping me in my belly as the underwear landed on the floor.

Sam stared at my little four inches before I stepped into my swimsuit and hid it from her. Her cheeks were as rosy red as my own. I murmured, “Was that okay?”

She nodded, “Wow, Robin, you’re growing up very nicely. You’re sexy as well as handsome.”

Then she turned and headed toward the living room, “I’ve got everything ready to go to the beach.”

I followed her through the door after putting on some sandals and picking up a bag with towels while she hefted an oversized umbrella. The hike to the beach was short, only a few hundred feet along a dirt and sand path cut through scrub-brush. Looking each direction, the beach stretched for miles. In one direction, a multi-towered hotel rose into the sky. Where the beach met the hotel property, there were a couple of umbrellas and cabanas. They were four, maybe five hundred feet away. In the other direction, I could see a couple of umbrellas, but they were so far away, they were tiny specks.

Sam removed her sandals, moaning with pleasure while digging her toes into the sand. After a moment of looking up and down the beach, she pointed to our left, and we walked a couple of minutes away from the hotel, putting a couple of hundred more feet between us and the other people on the beach.

Sam set the base of the umbrella down, “Robin, can you help me?”

I unfastened the clasp keeping the umbrella from popping open and then, it was just a matter of spreading it open. It was huge, nearly eight feet in diameter when open. The aluminum pole telescoped longer and there was a dull point at the end which we sank into the sand as deep as we could manage until it felt sturdy to me.

Sam took off her transparent blouse and stretched under the morning sun, “Oh, God, a girl can get used to this.”

I helped her spread out a couple of towels on the sandy beach, one under the shadow of the umbrella, the other in the sun. Once finished, she said, “You going swimming?”

I glanced at the ocean. The waves were small, lapping gently against the shore. I was a decent swimmer and wanted to swim in the surf. “Yeah. You want to swim with me?”

Sam shook her head, “Not now. I’m going to enjoy some sun. Before you go in, though, let’s get some sunscreen on you.”

From the bag, she pulled out a large bottle of sunblock. “Lay down in the shade, Robin, and I’ll put it on you.”

I felt a smile spread over my face as it dawned on me what Sam intended. Curious, I lay face down in the shade and said, “Okay.”

She knelt beside me and I flinched as cold lotion drizzled across my back. Then, her fingers rubbed some of it along the nape of my neck, where my hair flowed. And she worked down, kneading the lotion into the skin covering my shoulder blades, slowly and methodically working down my back. She squirted a bit more of the stuff on my lower back, rubbing it into my skin, not stopping until she reached the hem of my swimsuit.

Sam folded down the hem of my swimsuit, exposing the top part of my butt, and then her lotion-covered fingers were massaging the upper part of my butt-cheeks. From there, she shifted down to my ankles. She poured more lotion on my legs and the feel of her fingers on my baby-smooth ankles felt nice and erotic. I’d been jealous of Jeremy when the two of us had fooled around. His ankles and even his shins were covered with a smattering of straight, dark hair. Mine were smooth. Sam would be hard pressed to find even the baby vellus hair that was short and nearly impossible to see on my ankles.

She got me laughing as she tickled the back of my knees. From there, she worked her hands and fingers up, pushing at the loose material on my legs until it was bunched up near my crotch. Then she said, “Turn over, please. Let’s get your front.”

Enjoying her every touch, I eagerly complied, trying my best to ignore the bulge in my swimsuit. Sam surprised me by taking hold of the hem on my swimsuit and pulling it down a couple of inches, exposing most of my pubic area. She might have pulled it down more, but my erection got in the way. Then she drizzled the lotion across my chest and stomach.

Sam surprised me when she straddled my legs and leaned over me as she rubbed the sunblock into my shoulders and chest. She grinned down at me, “If this bothers you, I can get off.”

I was in seventh heaven and shook my head, “No, gotta have sunscreen, you know. Don’t wanna get a sunburn.”

Her fingers worked their way down from my chest, to my stomach; she played with my ribs long enough to work the lotion in, but not so much as to tickle me to discomfort. From there, her lotion-slick fingers worked their way along my abdomen and onto my smooth pubic area. She moved down my legs enough before working her fingers under my swimsuit’s hem. She was a hair’s breadth away from my stiffy when her fingers retreated and she said, “There you go, Robin. All lotioned up. Do you mind helping me with mine?”

I shook my head, not trusting my words, as I tried to calm my heart’s rapid tattoo. Sam lay face down on the towel in the sun and I grabbed the bottle and spread some over her upper back. As I worked the cold lotion into her skin, I could see why she had straddled me. Rubbing the lotion in from beside her was an awkward angle. Following her lead, I straddled her, where her legs and butt met, and leaned forward, resuming massaging the lotion into her skin.

Sam purred, “That feels good, Robin.”

When I hit the strap across her back, she said, “Do you mind untying me? I don’t want a tan line there.”

Funny how our minds and bodies work. My hands were steady while rubbing in the lotion. As soon as I took hold the string holding her bikini top on, my fingers quaked. Even so, I managed to untie her top and pull back the strap. My fingers stopped their shaking as I resumed rubbing her back. Once I got down to her lower back, she let me know what she wanted by lifting her butt up, which couldn’t have been easy with me sitting on it. Then she slid the bottoms down below her milky globes.

I’d seen those orbs before, that first night in the hotel in Texarkana. But now, my hands perched just above them on her back and Sam invited me to touch them. My fingers tingled as I touched her butt. The flesh felt softer, more pliable than her boob, although her boob had been covered by her bra. Aside from the slickness of the lotion, there wasn’t anything between my fingers and Sam’s butt. I spread a bit of the lotion over her globes and worked it into her skin, enjoying the tingling feeling between my legs. I turned around and sat back down directly on her exposed butt and leaned far enough over to grab her ankles and smear some lotion on them. They were smooth, about the same as mine, although every now and then, I felt the subtleness of stubble even with the skin.

“You sure are smooth,” I said.

Sam murmured, “Took a bath this morning. Shaved. A girl likes to know her boyfriend notices things like that.”

As I worked my way up the backside of her calves, I asked, “Why?”

My hands were kneading the backside of her knees as she said, “Girls don’t shave their bodies for themselves, sweetie. We do it for the men we love.”

Before long, my fingers were nearing where I sat on her backside. I said, “Um, you want me to get your front?”

“Of course.”

I stood on my knees while Sam turned over beneath me. A second later, she said, “It’s nice not having to share the beach this morning.”

I leaned over her legs and dripped more of the lotion on them. Her legs felt supple beneath my fingers. Still mesmerized by how silky smooth she felt, I said, “You’re so smooth. Does it take you a long time to shave?”

“Not really, Robin. Some people are naturally hairy people. Others don’t have much body hair to begin with. That’s me. I suspect you’re like that too.”

I rubbed lotion onto her shins, “You don’t think it’s because I’m, ah, so small, is it?”

Sam put her hands on my hips, “You don’t think that, do you?”

I paused as I got to her lower calves. “Yeah. Jeremy’s my age. He’s a lot bigger and has hair, too.”

Sam said, “You finished with my legs?”

“Not yet,” I said, drizzling more on her knees and thighs. A bit of massaging later, I said, “I am now.”

Sam let go of my waist, “You’re quite the expert, Robin. Can you turn around and get the rest of me?”

I stood up and turned around, my feet on either side of Sam. I’d forgotten about her top. It rested loosely over her boobs, the strings lying on either side of her. Also, the back of the bikini bottoms were still pulled below her butt cheeks. Her bikini bottoms were pulled down a few inches. What I saw befuddled me until I remembered Sam telling me she shaved this morning.

Sam patted her lap, “Come on, Robin. You going to finish what you started?”

I knelt down, resting on her thighs. It took a moment, but I managed to tear my eyes away from her exposed pubic area, which was every bit as smooth as her legs. I grabbed the lotion and dribbled it over Sam’s exposed skin. When I stopped, she said, “Can you do something for me, Robin?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you mind putting sunscreen on my chest, too? I plan on sunbathing front and back.”

It happened again. As my fingers reached to grab hold of one of the strings, they shook. Nothing I did stopped them until I tugged the top from her body. I gasped as Sam’s breasts came into view. Although they were small, they were well formed. The gentle swells from below her chest rose gracefully to a point, where darker skin neatly surrounded her eraser-sized nipples.

Sam could hardly miss the stunned expression on my face. She grinned at me, “What do you think?”

I stammered, “Sh-, shit! They’re gorgeous.”

Her hands returned to my hips, “Go ahead, finish putting the sun screen on.”

Leaning over her, I stretched my arms out and massaged the lotion into her shoulders, working down along her neck. I gulped as my hand touched her bare nipple. Almost instantly, it grew hard under my touch, and Sam wordlessly moaned. The look of pure ecstasy on her face was all the encouragement I needed to cup her boobs in my hands. They fit nicely inside my palms and I gently squeezed the soft, fatty tissue until I realized I hadn’t put any lotion on her boobs.

“Oops. Forgot the lotion,” I said with an apologetic grin. Then I drizzled some over her boobs and resumed cupping and massaging the soft, warm tissue.

I don’t know if it was a minute, five minutes, or an hour. But eventually, my fingers worked their way down as I put more sunscreen on her stomach and abdomen. I worked the lotion into her skin, gradually going lower, until I reached her exposed pubic area.

I suspected Sam’s intentions. Still, I wanted to hear it, “You want me to go lower?”

Sam let go of my waist and untied the strings on her bottoms, “Please.”

Her hands returned to my waist as I squirted out some lotion across the top of her pubic area. My fingers tingled as I worked the cream into her skin. Untied, as my fingers brushed against the fabric, it gave way, revealing even more silky-smooth skin. My fingers froze when an indention appeared. My breath caught in my throat as I saw the beginning of Sam’s slit. All I could see was the top of her clitoral hood. And it looked marvelous.

Rather than push my luck, I said, “I think I’ve got you pretty well sunblocked, Sam.”

Sam’s fingers finally left my hips and rested against the top of my legs, just under the swimsuit fabric. “Thanks, sweetie. You did great. Now kiss me before you go swimming.”

As I leaned forward to kiss her, Sam’s fingers slid up my leg, sliding under the mesh underwear sewn into the suit and lightly encircled my erection. I gasped aloud, only having it cut off when she leaned up and kissed me. When she lay back down, she smiled, “Go on, have fun in the water.”

I adjusted myself when I stood, glancing both directions along the beach. As before. We were hundreds of feet away from people in one direction, and a lot further in the other direction. Sam could have had her way with me on our towels and nobody would be any wiser. With my erection still straining my trunks, I ran toward the surf with a backward wave of my hand.

The ocean was clear and I could see down to the floor as I ran and splashed and eventually went deep enough to swim as the tide pushed and pulled at me. Eventually, I grew tired and started worrying the sunblock would wash off, so I headed back toward our umbrella. Sam was still in the sun. Now, though, she was on her back, her boobs exposed. She had never retied the bottoms, although they covered up that delicious slit I spied earlier.

Collapsing in the umbrella’s shade on the second towel, I must have woken Sam. She lifted a pair of sunglasses from her eyes, “How was the water?”

Still breathing heavy from the exertion, I said, “Fun. Next time, I’m going to drag you into the water.”

She put the glasses back on, “Good luck with that.” Then she turned over onto her back, making sure her bottoms, while still not tied, covered what they were supposed to.

I turned onto my back and closed my eyes. A few minutes later, I drifted off.

The sun seemed barely higher when I woke. I grabbed a water bottle from the bag and took a deep pull. Between the sea water and a little nap, I was parched. Still on her stomach, Sam appeared asleep. I stood and looked at the inviting water of the Gulf of Mexico and started back that way. Getting wet would help with feeling a bit dried out. I was still next to the umbrella when I saw a vehicle slowing coming toward us, just above the surf line. After a moment, I saw the bar across the top of the SUV.

“Sam, there’s a cop coming this way.”

Sam mumbled, still asleep. The vehicle was an all-wheel drive pickup with the logo of the Cameron County Sheriff’s department on the door. The driver was an older man and, as he neared, he raised his index finger from the steering wheel. I recognized that signal. Whether you’re from Texas or the deep South or even Oklahoma, you waved at people, whether or not you knew them. Reflexively, I waved back. The truck slowed to a stop, and the window came down.

He reminded me of Sam Elliot in The Ranch. He drawled, “How’s the swimmin’?”

I crossed over the sand the twenty or so feet to where he stopped, “Okay, I guess. No sharks today.”

He chuckled, “Don’t get many of them this close into shore. Jelly fish are more likely. You’ll want to avoid them unless you want to get acquainted with the local emergency room.”

I bobbed my head, “Yes, sir. I’ll keep an eye out.”

He said, “You folks don’t have any glass bottles here, do you?”

I shook my head. The water bottles were plastic, as was the bottle of sunblock. “No sir. We read the rules for the beach in our condo.”

He shifted gears in the truck, “Guess the report was from the hotel. You folks enjoy yourselves and stay safe.”

With that, he nudged the truck forward, the wide tires gripped the sand without spinning and he was slowly winding his way up the beach to the hotel.

A moment later, Sam picked her head up, “Was that what I thought it was?”

Changing my mind about the water, I returned to the shade, “Yeah. Cop. Someone must have reported people with glass containers.”

Sam flashed me a grin, “Better him looking for glass containers than girls on the beach suntanning topless.”

The sheriff’s deputy had glanced Sam’s way when he stopped. But her topless back hadn’t seemed to bother him. When I followed where he’d gone, the truck was already at the hotel’s beachfront. “Yeah, I don’t think he cared about that, Sam. Just glass.”

Sam rolled from laying on her front under the warm noon-time sun into shade, laying on the same towel I was on. Now, though, she was on her back. Her bikini top and bottom were still on the other blanket. I drew in a sharp breath as I drank in her every exposed inch.

That hint of her clitoral hood earlier was now a narrow, thin slit disappearing between her legs. I gasped, “Shit, Sam, what if he comes back?”

Her body had rolled against mine, but my fear of being in such a public place as the beach a few moments after a cop stopped by was enough for me to roll out from under the umbrella and fetch the towel and her swimsuit.

I spread out the towel next to her and looked down the shoreline. The truck was gone and my nerves were returning to normal as I sat down next to Sam. She gave me a wink, “He’s not coming back?”

I shook my head, “No. Sorry for over reacting. It’s just you’re um, naked.”

Sam eyed her swimsuit, “If you’d rather, I can put it back on, Robin.”

I liked seeing her naked like this. That mysterious space between her legs drew my eyes like a lodestone. I shook my head, “I guess it’s okay. You really do look good.”

I lay down on my back and scooted over until I was touching Sam’s side. She shifted, turning onto her side, her boobs pressing against my chest and her shaven pubic area against my swimsuit. She rested her hand on my chest and played with my tiny, flat nipples. “I wouldn’t try this in the summer or during Spring Break. I bet this place is crawling with sunbathers and swimmers then. But now, it’s made for us.”

Her hand was on my stomach, playing with my inward facing belly button, “Maybe by the end of the month we’ll both have great tans.”

A barking startled both of us, and I lifted my head. Less than length of a soccer field away came a couple of men. One held the leash of a dog while holding the other guy’s hand. Sam’s hand pulled back as she rolled onto her back, “Shit! Robin, can you lay my bikini bottom on my butt?”

I was so startled by the approach of the couple my hands didn’t shake as I draped the small bit of fabric over Sam’s ass. As they neared, I kept a wary eye on the pair. The one walking the dog was older. His hair was the color of salt and pepper. To me, anyone over thirty looks old. But he was probably a good deal older than that. The younger guy was younger than Sam. No, he was only a few years older than me. He wasn’t as tall as the older guy. I wasn’t even sure if he was finished growing, given how young he looked. I smirked as they walked past.

Sam lifted her head, “Who were they?”

I smirked, “Social proof.”

“What?”

I pointed to the guys’ backs. “The younger guy was probably just a few years older than me, maybe sixteen. The older guy was a lot older than you.”

She shook her head, “How’s that social proof?”

My stomach grumbled. We hadn’t eaten breakfast when we came down to the beach. “Nobody who doesn’t know us is going to care if we’re dating, Sam.”

She tied her bottoms and sat up, “Why don’t we grab a bite to eat?”

I came around behind her and helped tie her bikini top on. Now that we were alone again, my fingers shook, making me take a half-dozen attempts to get it tied right. “Sure. Do you want to come back here after lunch?”

Sam looked along the beach, “Yeah. Let’s.”

With so little foot traffic along the beach, we left the towels and umbrella in place. There was a food-mart and farmer’s market across the road from the condo. With our feet clad in our sandals, we hurried back to the trail that led to our condo. Less than ten minutes later, we were paying for a couple of subs, chips, and soft drinks.

I carried the food in one hand as we started back to our spot on the beach. We hadn’t gone far when I slipped my other hand into Sam’s. As we passed another couple, I noticed we didn’t really look any different from them. The guy wore board shorts, and the girl was in a bikini only slightly bigger than Sam’s. They were hand in hand, too.

We were past them when I nudged her, “See, more social proof, Sam. Some place like this, nobody’s going to question that we’re dating.”

We came to the main road and while we waited for a car to pass, she turned me to her and leaned in and kissed me. When the kiss ended, she flashed a grin and said, “I guess we can contribute to the social proof too.”

Still feeling light-headed from the sudden kiss, I let her pull me back across the road. A few minutes later, we were back on the beach, getting comfortable under our expansive umbrella. We sat Indian-style on the towels facing each other.

Sam said, “You sure you’re okay hanging out on the beach the rest of the afternoon?”

A light breeze came off the Gulf, kissing our skin with a hint of spring. That breeze kept the sun from feeling too warm or the weather from getting hot. The temperature wouldn’t get much above eighty degrees. I could lounge under the umbrella, go swimming, or simply hang out with Sam.

“Sure. I enjoy hanging out with you.”

Once we finished lunch, Sam grabbed the sunblock lotion, “If you’re thinking about going swimming or just laying out in the sun, you need another coat.”

I flashed a grin and turned onto my stomach. Sam straddled my backside and drizzled some lotion across my shoulders. She worked it into my skin, massaging me sensually. She worked down my spine, spreading her hands to the side, rubbing the greasy lotion against my skin. When she got to my shorts, she scooted down to the back of my thighs. She leaned forward, her front pressed against my back and whispered into my ear, “Lift your backside, I want to touch your butt.”

She sat up and I happily complied. With my ass pointed into the air, Sam slid my swimsuit down to where she straddled my legs. Then she drizzled more of the lotion onto my butt. Her fingers dug into my cheeks, smearing the lotion around. She even ran lotion-slick fingers down my crack, only pulling back when she neared my hole.

I shivered, “That tickles.”

That shiver took me back to a night I spent over at Jeremy’s. It was the night we stuck our dicks in each other’s ass. We had fingered each other quite a bit that night, too. I never thought Sam would touch me there.

Sam said, “Sorry, sweetie.”

I shook my head, “It’s okay. Just surprised me. Y-, you don’t have to stop.”

Her slick finger moved in again, stopping only when she touched the outer rim of my hole.

I sighed at the touch. She rubbed her finger back and forth between my hole and where my crack started. Then she resumed rubbing my ass cheeks with lotion. Once done, she said, “I’ll get your legs when we’re finished, can you turn over now?”

She rose enough for me to turn over. She sat down on my thighs and gasped, “Holy, shit, Robin, you’re gorgeous.”

My swimming trunks were still down around my thighs. Sam had a perfect view of my dick.

I don’t think I have ever heard more wonderful words than those. I’d worried Sam would think me too small. After all, I was still bald as a baby. She sat up enough to pull my trunks down to my knees and then scooted forward until she sat on my crotch.

I gasped when her bikini bottoms pressed against my erection, forcing it to lie flat against my pubic area and abs. Then she leaned forward and drizzled the lotion on my chest and stomach. I was the horniest I have ever been as Sam massaged my shoulders and chest, spreading the lotion all around and into my skin. My erection tingled as she ran her fingers across my stomach. It twitched as her fingers rubbed the lotion into my abs and pubic area.

Then she slid back down my legs, letting my dick point upward again. She drizzled more lotion on my hips and on my dick. Then I groaned as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft. She stroked me, letting my shaft become slick with lotion. Her fingers slid along my penis and my little helmet of a head. As aroused as I was, her very touch was enough to send my tingles into overdrive. Less than a couple of dozen strokes later, I grunted as my ball constricted, and a single strand of colorless watery cum shot from my dick. That blast of semen shot into the air at least three feet before landing on my chest.

I was still feeling the orgasm kicking in my dick as Sam’s fingers worked their magic. After a few more spasms, she stopped. Another pearl of my clear seed beaded on the tip of my dick.

Sam let go of my erection, “Oh, wow. That was incredible, Robin.”

I still felt the high of my orgasm, “That was way better than my hand, Sam. Wow. Wow.”

Sam gave me a moment to lie there, enjoying my orgasmic bliss, my dick still quivering from the attention it had received. Finally, she slid down my legs. I was aware of her pulling my swimsuit off before she started applying more of the sunscreen to my legs.

Once she finished, she said, “While you were enjoying your cum, I checked around us. There’s only one family down at the hotel, and the other way is clear. You ready to put sunscreen on me?”

I looked down at my smooth, naked body, “Like this?”

Sam tugged my arm, getting me to sit up, “It’ll be fun. I promise.”

My erection twitched in response. “Okay. Lay down.”

Sam lay on her stomach and I straddled her backside as I untied her top. She purred, “Oh, very good. And I didn’t have to ask.”

I liberally applied to sunscreen to her back and rubbed and massaged it into her skin. Putting my hands on her bare skin and my erection bumping on her lower back was enough to keep me as hard and horny as before. It was almost like I had never cum.

When my hands reached Sam’s lower back, I shifted my butt down to her thighs. She said, “You’re doing splendid. Go on and untie me.”

I noticed my hands weren’t shaking as bad when I untied her bottoms. She lifted her hips enough that she was able to tug the material away. We were both naked. I had fun dribbling more of the lotion on her pale cheeks. I even made sure to drop a bit into her crack. After massaging and working my fingers into her pliable cheeks, I followed Sam’s earlier guidance and slid a finger down her crack. The lotion already down there, coupled with the slickness of my finger, meant there was simply no friction. My finger slid within her crack until I found her hole.

Sam gasped, “Oh, wow. That’s what it feels like.”

She seemed to like it, so I ran my finger around the hole a bit before finishing her backside. Then, like Sam, I said, “You r-, ready for the front?”

I don’t think I could have been as bold if I wasn’t so horny. I wanted to see her slit. I wanted to play with it. And when she turned over and I sat down, my dick was nearly touching it.

I was speechless, my mouth agape at how close I was to Sam’s pussy. Sam leaned up on her elbows, “Oh, fuck, you’re so close!”

After a moment of paralysis, she said, “Robin, why don’t you scoot up, sit on my lap and put lotion on my chest?”

With instructions, I scooted forward until I felt her smoothness on my ass. Then I managed to focus on rubbing the lotion into her shoulders, neck, and boobs. I played with her tits, rolling her perfectly formed and perfectly hard nipples between my fingers. I massaged her stomach and abdomen. When I reached her pubic mound, Sam reached out and took me by the hand and pulled me toward her. It felt like I was falling in slow motion as my chest pushed against her breasts. I put my hands out, stopping my descent, my face just inches away from Sam’s.

I realized as I lay on top of her that when I fell forward, my erection had slid between her legs. I could feel the top of my dick pushing against the length of Sam’s slit. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a kiss. Her tongue pierced my lips and assaulted my tongue. Feeling so aroused, I moaned.

Sam’s hands let go of my neck and worked down my back, not stopping until she gripped my ass cheeks. She pulled me against her and moaned in pleasure. “Oh, God, Robin. This feels so right.”

She pulled herself against me several times before she whispered, “Lift your hips, sweetie.”

When I lifted my hips, I felt the top of my dick slide against her slit. When my hips lifted, I felt her fingers grip my stiffy. With her other hand still on my ass, she pulled me down. My dick didn’t slide along her shaft. No, this time, I felt my little head slide between the two lips of her opening. She was moist down there, and I figured it had nothing to do with the lotion on her body. Her fingers guided me to where I felt the tip of my dick poke at her hole. She let go of my rod and, with both hands on my butt, she pulled herself against me.

My dick slid inside her. I gasped, “Oh, fuck!”

I was fucking Sam.

She moaned, “Oh, yes! Baby. Fuck me, Robin.”

Her hands on my ass, helped me as I lifted my hips. Before I could pull out all the way, her fingers gripped me and pushed me back in. It’s a good thing nobody saw us. Not counting Jeremy, this was my first time. It was awkward, me lifting my hips to slide out and Sam pulling my ass down, sliding me right back in.

While the tingling in my dick started even before I invaded her vagina, it didn’t grow as fast as the first time she jacked me off. Still, the rising tide of my orgasm came upon me pretty fast. My balls constricted as I moaned, “Ah, I’m c-, cumming!”

I fell against Sam as my entire body shuddered with my orgasm. The walls of her pussy undulated, sucking at my dick through each spasm. Sam’s fingers kept pulling me into her for a while longer, until she shuddered under me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized we both came. Maybe I came a lot faster than her, but as her body shook under me, there was no doubt I met her needs, too.

I eventually rolled off of Sam and we lay naked on the towels for a while. In fact, I fell asleep under the umbrella at some point.

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