Wednesday, February 3, 2010

what a way to go--[O-03]-part-1 thru 2-of-2

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What a Way to Win

Part-1-of-2

The Bet

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Malcolm was 18; a typical guy had the same problems that most others had at his age. Puberty had hit him early, and hard. Ever since he was 11-his face had erupted with acne, and although his skin had since cleared, his self-confidence had been severely damaged.
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While his friends had been out getting to know the many pleasures of the female form, Malcolm had spent hours alone in his room, frantically tugging on his cock, while he thought about all the girls that he should be out fucking. Although he now enjoyed going out to the club with his buddies and getting drunk, whenever the subject of girls arose, he would clam up and try to change the subject.
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One afternoon, he’d gone out and come back home early, thanks to an all-day drinking session to celebrate a friend’s 19th birthday. They’d all to gone home to eat, changed clothes and meet back in town at 8:30 for some more drinks at their favorite club. When Malcolm got home, he noticed that the house was empty. His father was away working on the oilrigs, so he hadn’t unexpected him to be home, but he noticed that his mother had left a note for him on the table:
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“Gone out with the girls, back late … don’t wait up,” love Mom.
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Malcolm looked at the note and snorted, he disapproved of his mother’s behavior when she went on her ‘girl’s nights out.’ She always came back drunk and making a lot noise. Annoyed, he wadded up the note and tossed it away before making himself dinner and changing. Then he headed out to meet his buddies at the club.
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As the night progressed, like all young guys are wont to do, they inevitably ended up talking about girls. And Malcolm as usual did his silent routine. This time though, he was to be the focus of the conversation. They all noticed how he never seemed to have a girlfriend and how they had never even seen him flirting with any girls.
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“You’re a virgin Malcolm?” they laughed as the taunting began.
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“No,” muttered Malcolm, lying.
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“Liar,” came the response, “Then how come no-one has ever seen you with a girl?”
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Fuelled by the taunting and bravado, Malcolm replied, “I get my share, don’t you worry.”
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The group laughed. “Yeah, right Malcolm, whatever.”
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Malcolm was getting really angry now, as he continued to insist that he was no virgin and did OK with the ladies. “Bet you I pick a girl up tonight,” he foolishly insisted.
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The group ignored the challenge, “It don’t matter,” one said, “We’re only kidding buddy.”
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However, Malcolm was too pissed off to quit while he was ahead. “No bullshit,” he foolishly stammered again, “Come on, put your money where your mouth is!”
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“OK then,” came the instant reply, sensing easy money, “$20.”
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“Fuck it”, said Malcolm proudly, “Make it $50”.
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They shook on it, before in a sobering moment, Malcolm realized that he didn’t have $20 let alone the $50 that he’d raised it to. Before Malcolm could consider his difficult position, he was being dragged through town towards the evening’s final destination.
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“We’ll even make it easy for you,” one said as they lined up outside of the Flamingo club, a place with a reputation for being a ‘meat-market.’ The women there were notoriously easy, even Malcolm knew that. They went in, ordered some drinks, and started checking out the female talent scattered out around the room. As they were discussing the various attributes of the women in the club, one of Malcolm ’s buddies noticed a woman on the dance floor.
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She was dressed in a tight black lucre-style top and short black glittery skirt. She could barely stand on the ridiculously high heels she was wearing and she was looking over at the group waving. “Hey Malcolm, it looks like you may be in luck,” he said as he gestured towards the woman waving. She was clearly very drunk and her ample frame was miraculously squeezed into clothes that were clearly to small and too young for her to be wearing, “She ain’t too bad neither.”
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Malcolm looked across at the woman staggering around on the dance floor and his face turned ashen white. The woman they were looking at was Malcolm ’s mother.”
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Malcolm was so embarrassed as he walked towards her, he almost forgot that he was with the group until one of them shouted after him, “Go get her tiger!” having all but forgotten the bet, Malcolm was on his way over to his mother with the intention of rebuking her. However, his Mom was so drunk that she took little notice.
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“Oh, lighten up baby,” she giggled, “And have a dance with your old Mom.”
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Malcolm just wanted to get her out of there, but before he could act, his mother was clumsily leaning against him. The interaction between them was more Malcolm holding her up than dancing with her. To make it worse, he could hear his buddies laughing and jeering as they watched.
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After the song had finished, his mother stumbled off towards the restroom and Malcolm joined his buddies back at the bar, somewhat embarrassed.
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“Looks like you’re well in there, Malcolm,” they laughed, reminding Malcolm once again of his bet.
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“Yeah” muttered Malcolm, suddenly realizing the group had no idea who the woman was, “Looks like you owe me that $50.”
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“No way,” they replied, in no great hurry to part with their money, “We pay up when you get in her panties.”
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Malcolm was miffed at the reply, especially when he remembered that he had no way of paying if he lost the bet. “Oh come on,” he protested, “That wasn’t part of the bet.”

“Bullshit,” one replied, “How do we know if you scored or not, you could already know her.” As they replied, the woman in question returned from the restroom and moved back onto the dance floor. “Yeah,” another added, “That could be your mom for all we know.”
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Malcolm ’s heart jumped. There was no way he could pay, he thought as he quickly downed a double shot of Jack Daniels and slammed his glass down on the bar.
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“Think I’d do this to my mother?” he slurred drunkenly. His heart was pounding in his chest as he strode purposefully over towards her. Without stopping to think, he took her totally by surprise by grabbing hold of his mother and pushed his lips hard against hers. As she broke away, she seemed to have a moment of sobriety as she looked at her son and barked, “What the hell was that?”
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Malcolm suddenly realized what he’d done and stuttered, “Er…sorry, I’ll explain in a minute”, before leaving his mother, still somewhat shocked, and returning to his buddies.
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“Fucking hell,” they gasped, before each gave him $10. Since there was 5-in the group, that came to a tidy little $50.
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“We’re gonna head out now, Malcolm and try another club. We don’t wanna cramp your style,” they said. That left Malcolm in the uncomfortable position of explaining his previous actions to his mother when she joined him at the bar.
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“Er…sorry … it was a bet … that I couldn’t afford to lose,” Malcolm mumbled apologetically.

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Looking at the bunch of crisp $10-bills in his hand, she smiled understandingly, “So I see.” …Then after a pause added, “Looks like the drinks are on you then.” Malcolm was so relieved that she’d taken it OK that he immediate got them a couple of large drinks. His mom was so drunk, he thought, that she probably wouldn’t remember a thing tomorrow, and with the money he’d just won, he planned on being the same way. Within an hour, the 2-of them were both pretty well drunk when they decided to have another dance together. This time, they were holding each other up.
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“So what was this bet about?” his Mom asked as they moved around the dance floor.
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“They said I was a virgin, and that I couldn’t score with a girl tonight.”
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Malcolm ’s mom laughed, “I’m not surprised kissing like that.”
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Malcolm was embarrassed and wanted to drop the subject. She could see that she’d embarrassed him but continued, “Don’t be silly, I’m only kidding,” she beamed, “Come here,” she said as she grabbed Malcolm and pulled him towards her, placing her lips gently against his to give him a purely innocent kiss.
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However, as their lips met, Malcolm was sure he felt her applying more pressure, and responded by doing the same. Then she placed a hand behind his head, and held him there as he felt her mouth beginning to open. Malcolm was out of his depth and was unsure what was going on. Did she realize what she was doing? Maybe she was just being affectionate and he was reading it wrong. Then he found out for certain as he felt her tongue pressing against his mouth. He opened his lips and pushed his tongue against hers, hearing her sigh as they kissed with increasing passion. Malcolm was so overwhelmed that he put his hand on his mother’s behind. Grabbing her ass firmly, he pulled her body against him, watching her close her eyes briefly as he did so.
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Feeling her body against his, she realized she could feel his stiffening cock through his pants, pushing against her soft stomach, and she knew this was wrong. Breaking away from him, she stuttered, “I think you’d better take me home.”
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Malcolm was somewhat disappointed and due to the swelling bulge in his pants, extremely frustrated. Especially when he realized how long it would be until he got home and was able to attend to his lust.
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His mother grabbed her bag and the 2-of them stumbled out into the night.
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“We’ll never get a taxi at this time of the night,” complained Malcolm as the pair staggered drunkenly through the town. Soon they were eerily silent as each pondered what had taken place only minutes before.
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Eventually the chilly night got to her, his Mom grabbed Malcolm and ducked into a quiet alleyway. “What are you doing Mom?” he enquired, speaking for the first for a good 10-minutes, as he watched her sliding down her panties.
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“I need a pee,” she answered, “Keep a look out will you?”
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What a Way to Win

Part-2-of-2

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Malcolm was slightly uneasy as he watched his mother slip out of her panties and put them in her handbag. When she turned her back and began to squat down, Malcolm turned away. Soon he heard a trickle and a splash and realized she really was peeing. Being only human, he couldn’t help but to turn round. She’d hitched up her skirt and he could see her bare bottom glowing in the dim streetlight. As he watched his mother pee, he suddenly needed to go too. Moving over to the fence, he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. As he stood against the fence, he heard his mother’s voice behind him, “So are you then?”
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“What?” he replied confused, trying to focus his attention to his cock.
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“A virgin,” came her reply from behind him.
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Again, Malcolm looked down at his cock. Staring at his mother’s bottom had caused him to stiffen slightly, and now he was having trouble peeing through his engorging member.
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“I, er don’t really wanna talk about this Mom,” he answered bashfully.
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“It’s OK, you can tell me sweetie,” she reassured him, already knowing that the answer was yes.
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“Well, if you must know,” he answered impatiently, the stream of pee finally erupting from his swollen cock head, “Yes I am.”
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The sound of his peeing had covered the fact that his mother had finished and he was only made aware of her nearness to him by the closeness of her voice as she continued. “Shame,” she said softly from right behind him as she looked over his shoulder. Only the fact that he was peeing stopped him from turning to confront his mother. But that became unnecessary when she moved up beside him for a better look. “You have a lovely big cock.”
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“Mom!” muttered Malcolm, “Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” she replied, moving her hand slowly towards his hand that was gripping his firm young cock as he peed against an old wooden fence. Malcolm’s face reddened as her fingertips touched his hand before creeping slowly towards the exposed shaft of her son’s cock.
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Her fingers brushed along the firm flesh, as she traced the veins along its length. Then as she reached the tip, she ran her fingers gently along the glands and across the tip. Breaking the stream of warm pee with her palm, she soaked her hand and spattered both their legs with clear yellow liquid.
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She had realized how horny she was feeling and remembered that her husband was away. If she was going to get the satisfaction she needed so much, it was going to be there and then, and it was clear from the bulge she had felt in Malcolm ’s pants when she kissed him that he was obviously frustrated too.
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When he finished peeing his mom wrapped her hand around his cock and uttered wantonly, “I need to be fucked.”
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“But not by me,” he tried to reply, before her hand began stroking him nice and hard, until he was quickly fully erect. Then she moved round in front of him and pulled him, by his cock, closer to her. Their bodies pressed firmly against each other, she took his hand and placed it at the top of her naked thigh.
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“Yes baby I want you, feel how wet you mother is for your fat young cock!”
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Malcolm could protest no longer as his trembling fingers felt the stickiness of his mother’s vaginal opening. His mom closed her eyes and gasped as his enquiring index finger tip pressed softly against her slit. Pushing her face against his, their mouths meeting roughly as they continued the kiss she had prematurely broken off in the nightclub. This time however, Malcolm broke off the kiss and pushed his mother back against the fence. She looked deep into his eyes as he grabbed her thighs firmly in each hand.
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It was a situation she’d been in many times before, so she opened her legs wide. “Oh, that’s it!” she panted “Are you gonna put it in me?”
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“I’m gonna put it in you”, he hissed in reply, “I’m gonna screw your wet pussy and fuck you like the slut you are!”
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Overcome with lust and animal passion, he felt his mother’s hand guide the bloated head of his cock against the entrance to her pussy. Thrust hard with his hips, he slid his dick into her so hard and fast, that it lifted her clean off the ground, forcing her back hard against the wooden panels of the fence. She screamed with delight as she felt the entire length of her son’s cock slide deep into her in under a second. Wantonly, she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him deep inside her pussy.
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Then Malcolm slowly began to withdraw a few inches and then brutally ramming it back into her. Malcolm had slipped her left arm out of the strap on her top, and was lowering the top over her ample cleavage. He reached his hand inside and pulled out her bare breast, mauling it with his big clammy palm. Beneath his hand he could feel her nipple was firm and hot, and could see the stubby nipple of her right was also stiff through the tight lucre vest.
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Although her son was inexperienced, she’d had much worse fucks, and the sheer girth of her son’s cock more than made up for his lack of technique. She was writhing and moaning as Malcolm primitively hammered his her against the fence, making it clatter noisily as he pounded her hairy pussy.
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She was enjoying being so brutally banged by her own eager teenage son and was rapidly building up to an orgasm, when she was alerted by her son, who had become more erratic in his thrusting. She knew he was going to cum soon, but she was keen to climax first herself.
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She was disgusted then, when just as she was on the verge of climaxing, he began to withdraw his cock slowly from her burning pussy.
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“What the fuck are you doing?” she screamed, scaring her son somewhat.
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“I’m gonna cum,” he replied, thinking she hadn’t realized.
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“I don’t fucking care, I’m on the pill!” she cried anxiously in response, “Shove your fucking big cock back in me now you bastard!”
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Amazed by his mother’s frenzy, he quickly slammed his cock back roughly. Making her breasts jiggle he fucking her so hard.
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“Make me cum baby!” she panted as her abdomen tensed with the rough re-introduction of her son’s fat cock, “Make momma cum!”
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A couple of hard thrusts more were all it took to make her pussy contract hard around Malcolm ’s engulfed cock. She moaned as she felt the climax ripple through her body. As her body shook against the fence, she dug her hands deep into Malcolm ’s buttocks, pulling his groin hard against hers. As he cummed, Malcolm’s knees buckled and his balls jerked.
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With one last thrust, Malcolm grunted through gritted teeth as his cock shot his cum deep inside his mother’s trembling body.
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The couple enjoyed their intense shared orgasm, as her pussy milked every drop of spunk from Malcolm ’s softening shaft. As the pair leaned back on the fence recovering their breath, Malcolm reflected on his evening’s work. In the last 24-hours he had won $50, lost his virginity and fucked his own drunken mother senseless in a dirty alleyway.
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Nice work if you can get it. But Malcolm wasn’t finished. Pushing his mother to her knees, he soon had his cock in her mouth as she cleaned him up. Pushing her down on her face on some cardboard, he use her bra to tie her wrists behind her and the gagged her with her panties. Then using his belt for a leash, he pulled his mother to her feet and led his mother home. As she pulled back on the leach and mumbled through her panty gag, Malcolm laughed and said, “Relax mom, my balls have 19-years worth of cum built up in them so this is going to be a long night.

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About a block from their apartment, Malcolm realized that Mrs. Johnson, his mom’s drinking buddy was walking along with them. When Malcolm stopped and looked at her inquiringly, Mrs. Johnson had her hand under his mom’s skirt caressing her butt. With a smile, she said, “I don’t know what you’re up to Malcolm, but whatever it is, I would miss it for the world.

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The end...

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