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Cargo ships weren't known for their interesting or intense atmosphere. There was little to do over the weeks, sometimes months out at sea and The Siren was no different. She was a wonderful ship; grand, strong, and her crew were among the most experienced men to face the natural dangers of the sea, but perhaps the worst affliction was simple boredom and there was always at least one new lad the sailors would pick up at port to add to their number and teach the ways of the sea; it was something to do, if nothing else.

Jake yawned openly as he reached his hands upward to tighten one of hundreds of thick ropes upon the wide deck. He wasn't certain what it did, but he had been instructed to fasten various knots, clean various things and other small jobs; he would do his best. His skin was lightly tanned thanks to the long days out in the open water, light brown hair hanging in a loose ponytail out of his youthful face as he narrowed dark eyes into the Sun's harsh light, tugging the rope hand over hand. He was young; having only turned eighteen that past summer, but he was strong and managed to pull the sturdy rope into position, tying it as he had been shown before. Only then did he pause and look around, wiping some sweat from his brow.

There were less people on deck than usual. He suspected the harsh Sun meant greater risk of sickness and so their shifts would be a little different. It wasn't his place to question however; he did as he was told. "Leon!" He called to a fellow sailor, a gruff older man with arms almost as wide as the boy's waist. "How many more ropes am I fastening!?"

The man rolled his eyes, apparently irritated by the question before he lifted a thick finger and pointed to a line of no less than fifteen ropes, all wavering in the sea breeze. "See those!? They all need tighten', and tighten' well! The Captain'll be inspectin' your work boy, so you best do good!" Jake groaned and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the heat already before he tugged off his white shirt, tossing it towards his next rope. "Right, right..." And so it began again, his slender but pleasantly toned frame bent against the effort it took to pull each rope tight, his eyes narrowed in concentration. He was determined to show the others; just because he was young, just because he was a little slighter than they were didn't mean he couldn't do a good job! "Hmph... show... them!" He muttered to himself, tying off rope number two.

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As he worked, tying off rope after rope, beads of sweat formed upon his body. It was long work, and it was hard work. One after the other he tightened them. Leon watched him silently, gruffly scrutinizing his every effort. After no more than half of them were nice and tight, the first mate Geoffrey came out on deck. He was a fair man, older than Jake but still a youth compared to some of the other bearded and barrel-chested sailors of the Siren. He had just a tuft of blonde hair on his chin, a slight beard and short wavy hair. The first mate had his dark shirt halfway unbuttoned and his prim trousers were held to him by an elegant buckle and tucked neatly into fine boots.

Jake spotted him out of the corner of his eye talking to Leon while he worked. They turned to him, regarding him in unison before Geoffrey patted him on the shoulder and he made his leave. After all that work it was getting tiring for the youth and he was beginning to have more and more difficulty. The heavy ropes were making him sweat just from the exertion and soon Geoffrey approached.

Despite his finely determined appearance, the older man was still strong and hardy, owing to his life on the seas. He tightened the next one over for Jake, smiling as he looked over his shoulder and said, "Don't take it personally. It's just to make you stronger is all."

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However determined he was, the work soon began to take its toll on Jake's body. He swallowed thickly in an effort to prevent his throat drying, his limited muscles tense as he tugged on the series of ropes in a desperate effort to finish the task quickly to earn himself some much-needed rest. He had only done six however, before he had to pause between the next; panting heavily and leaning over the side of the boat to catch his lost breath. Beads of sweat had formed on his bare upper body, causing his smooth skin to glisten slightly before he picked up his shirt and used it quickly to clean his back and chest, shrugging his shoulders. It was surely too much for one person, but Jake knew better than to ask for help; he was already picked on because of his size, he didn't need anything more.

As he began to tug upon the seventh rope, his fingers reddened and burning from the effort, he caught sight of Gregory stepping out onto the deck and rolled his eyes. The man dressed too well for the work they did in his opinion; was fancy and took too long readying himself, but he was a better sailor than himself. He blinked slowly, frowning as both older men glanced across at him only to continue their muttered conversation; probably laughing at his effort, the boy thought and he tried to pull harder, grimacing as he did so. His arms trembled slightly as he struggled, heaving back with his full weight before Gregory stepped up to offer his help.

"Mmn... d-don't need... any help... I c-can do it... myself..." Jake muttered through his heavy pants, it being painfully obvious he needed all the held he could get. He managed to fasten the rope and staggered back with a low groan, lifting his hands to examine them. The skin was burned, sore and stung with every movement, but he sighed and dragged his feet towards the next rope, glancing briefly at the older man. "Maybe... a little bit of help... thanks..." He conceded, clenching and unclenching his hands as he looked sadly at the thick rope; he really didn't want to keep doing this... surely he'd done enough?

"Do I... have to do all these before I get a break? Just I..." He took a deep breath; either his effort to have a break would work, or he'd be given a good smack for his weaseling out of work... "Just I cleaned the deck earlier, too... and Leon told me to check on the cargo... I don't want to complain, but..." He trailed off, praying that he'd be given a break.

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Geoffrey laughed as he pulled taut another one, nearing their task to completion. They were just about alone on deck, an event that occasionally occurred when all the others started up gambling. Usually Jake would be sent to do some chores while they played, excluding him from their tight-knit circle.

He did not receive much of a reply, though the older man continued to work, picking up the slack that Jake had dropped. He seemed content to finish the job even, quietly pulling the rest tight until the job was done. Finally, when there was no more work to do, Geoffrey stood up straight and wiped his nose with his wrist, eyeing Jake as he stood.

The first mate laughed and said, "Alright then. Now you get your break, you big whiner." He took a few steps forward, passing Jake by as he made his way towards the cabin. He stopped then, mid-stride and turned around. "So do you like it here? Working on a ship, I mean." He had on his lips a smirk, as if he had known something that Jake didn't.

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Jake knew that the other workers were involved in their games and gambling. He was always left out of course; being the 'new boy', but that didn't mean he didn't want to join. It all seemed so fun, such a good way to unwind after a hard day's work and always he missed out; it was a shame but he knew he couldn't ask... he'd have to be invited. Quite how he could be was beyond him.

He blinked quickly as Geoffrey moved in silence to continue fastening the remaining ropes, frowning to himself and forcing himself to hurry onwards to do at least one more by himself. It was a matter of pride that he couldn't stand by and watch someone else do his work for him, however-much his body ached and demanded rest. It took him all the time Geoffrey completed five to finish the one that remained and he was left panting heavily after that small (compared to Geoffrey's) effort, but he was still pleased he'd managed to do it. The boy hissed and rubbed his stinging hands in an effort to relieve the pain in his fingers, blinking across at the older man as he chuckled.

"Break? Oh, great." He sighed and ran a hand over his forehead with a wide yawn of exhaustion. "Hey, I don't whine! I've been working hard all day, Geoffrey... I think I did a good job so... what's wrong with a little break?" He'd be back at work in no time since the others would be gathered inside the cabins below, but he'd take whatever he could get. He had leaned against the side of the boat to watch the other man leave him when Geoffrey paused and called back, giving Jake room to pause. "Huh?" There seemed... more to that question and the man's expression, but Jake couldn't think too deeply and he simply nodded.

"Sure I do! I was just a dockhand before you guys picked me up; this is better than anything on-land... why? I'm doing a good job, aren't I?" Worry clung to his words as he frowned; he was expendable at this point... if he didn't pull his weight he'd be out, and he couldn't afford that.

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Geoffrey had been eyeing Jake for a while... being at sea for so long, it got a man to thinking, and the young man was certainly desirable. "That's good." He said, nodding his head as he went over to the railing and leaned back besides the younger man, "Cause we're shipping something important."

He leaned over, locking his eyes onto the boy's own, "Want to know what it is?" With a smile he moved away again, going over towards the other side of the ship where he left his jacket at some point in time. Digging through the pockets, he soon produced a small vial, a magenta-colored potion.

Geoffrey put the bottle up to his mouth and clenched his teeth around the cork, pulled and spat it out. The bottle, fitting snug in his palm, was presented to the younger man. "Take a whiff." He offered, though without batting it away Jake could hardly refuse. It was sweet, and he felt a tiny bit light-headed just from the momentary exposure. When Geoffrey took it away, there was almost the inclination to stop him.

"Fancy stuff, huh?" He asked, dipping two fingers into the bottle, soaking them in a little bit of the substance, which smoked dark and whirled from the disruption. Geoffrey pulled the out and lifted his hand, offering those same two fingers close towards Jake's face, close enough to smell.

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Of course it was difficult to spend long nights at sea without any relief for the typical urges of a young boy, but Jake did his best to simply ignore it as he thought the others did. Certainly he didn't think his fellow crew would be thinking of anything so terrible as what they were and he grinned across at Geoffrey as the man seemed pleased by his commitment. "Its hard work, but good work. I'm not gonna quit, so don't worry." He announced firmly with a small nod, tilting his head as the man approached and looked him directly in the eye, speaking of their supposedly secret cargo.

The boy gasped and shuffled, looking from side to side as if expecting the Captain to appear out of nowhere and damn him to the brig. "This isn't some sort of test is it? I'm supposed to say no because we're not meant to touch the... the stuff..." He trailed off as the small vial was brought out from Geoffrey's pocket, narrowing his eyes to look closer. It didn't seem overly impressive, but who knew what the liquid did; Jake wouldn't judge. He watched as the man tugged the cork off only to push it beneath his nose, giving him little option but to inhale the sweet scent, a small gasp slipping between his lips.

"Woah..." He swallowed thickly, frowning a little as the potion was removed. He almost wanted to pull in back to sample more, a faint flush creeping to his cheeks before Geoffrey reached inside and coated two fingers in the sweet fluid, offering them again to Jake. He inhaled deeply, a slight shiver running over his body as the fumes moved straight to his mind, the sudden urge to taste the concoction coming to him. Without thinking, Jake's tongue flicked out and ran over one of the man's fingers to let him sample the sweetness and he closed his eyes with a pleasured sigh as he did so. "Wow... what... what is that stuff? It's... it's amazing..."

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The older man let slip a smile as the mysterious cargo had its anticipated effects. Geoffrey had been wondering for a while just how it worked... the boy's lips and tongue tickled his fingers and he offered no restraint or recoil. His fingertip drifted across Jake's lips tentatively, the same intoxicating smell and taste floating through his body up to his head. It made his whole body feel flushed, embarrassing and arousing at the same time.

"Very powerful, no?" He asked, taking a whiff of the potion for himself. Closing his eyes, he sighed happily. His eyelids lifted and his gaze turned back to Jake, "Just a pinch and it can drive someone crazy stupid with desire." He swirled the smokey substance around and then tipped the edge on his wrist, spilling some across his flesh and some excess to the floor boards. Again Geoffrey offered his hand for the young sailor to sample.

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Jake was a growing boy; he'd felt surges of arousal before, but nothing was as powerful as the lust that was stoked within him after smelling and tasting the mysterious liquid. His eyes slipped closed, arms wrapping around his chest and rubbing his sides in a vague effort to lessen the heat that coiled within his stomach before he nodded limply at Geoffrey's words. "Y-Yeah... really strong stuff... it's... damn. Can I have any more?" He bit hard on his lower lip and lowering his gaze to the bottle, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

His hands moved once again, this time to rest over his groin where a bulge had begun to form against his simple cotton pants. He felt embarrassed as he stood before the older man; it wasn't a good sign to be so aroused in front of another sailor, and a man no less, but he couldn't help himself. Jake watched as Geoffrey sampled some himself, swallowing thickly and narrowing his eyes; he hoped he'd be given more... just a little.

"Mmn... thanks..." He almost moaned the word as the liquid was splashed copiously over the man's wrist and hand, not even pausing to think of strange-a serving method it was before he moved. His lips ran over the older man's palm, tongue lapping up the exotic mixture from the rough skin even as his cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. He couldn't believe he was licking another man's hand, but his mind was fogged with arousal and he found himself not caring a great deal. "Ahh, it's good... so good..." The boy breathed hotly against Geoffrey's now damp, clean wrist, his gaze flicking to the floorboards with a small groan.

"Y-You dropped some..." Jake remained staring at the fluid as it slowly drained away from the floorboards, his knees tensing as if fighting the urge to drop to his knees and lick it from the ground. He wasn't that far gone yet, and he moaned despite himself, pressing his thighs together. "Nngh... n-need some time... in my bunk..." He mumbled vaguely, moving to step to the side. His movement was sluggish however and he swayed slightly, shaking his head. "Damn... feels like... I'm drunk or something..."

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Geoffrey himself was not immune to its effects, and certainly not to the arousing picture of a youth so enthralled with something as simple as his wrist. When Jake tried to move away, the older man let him go only a step or two before he grabbed his shoulder and walked hurriedly in another direction, abruptly leading Jake off somewhere else. "Come on now." He teased, shaking his head as he spoke, "You're not getting away that easy."

Jake was ushered off to the side of the ship, away from the entrance to the cabin and far from any prying eyes. In fact, they were nearly by themselves up there, with naught a soul to witness what was about to happen. When they came to a place secluded by spare rigging equipment and in the shade of the ship's sails, Geoffrey stopped pushing the boy forward, but instead pressed up against him. He could feel the... warmth and firmness of the first mate rubbing against his butt.

"Whew..." He said, his hands going to the boy's waist and holding him there, "This stuff is fast acting, huh Jake?" His own breath was hastening, "You know how to take orders... so if you do well, maybe I'll reward you. Turn around and get on your knees."

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Jake's breath was heavy as he'd turned away with the intent to return to his bunk for a few minutes. His body felt hot despite his lack of a shirt and he ached for some form of contact; some form of relief. As he suddenly felt the hand on his shoulder, the boy blinked quickly and glanced back at his fellow sailor with a confused expression through the lust that clung to his mind. "E-Eh? What...?" His words were slow, slurred as though he had too much to drink and he staggered obediently forward as he was urged, having no idea what Geoffrey planned for him.

He nodded with a small groan as the man spoke of how fast acting the potion was, his slender frame shivering against Geoffrey's and arching back unconsciously. It felt good to have hands holding him so firmly and Jake moaned openly as he felt the heat and firmness rubbing against his clothed behind. Had he the ability to logically think, he would have pushed the man away, but only pleasure drove him then and he licked his lips slowly, his hips rocking back almost teasingly. "Ahh... G-Gods... I'm s-so hot... really... maybe I should... lie down?" It was a vague question, and he made no effort to move away as the older sailor muttered just beside his ear, heated breath making his heart race wildly.

"Mmm... reward?" Jake repeated, smiling faintly as he nodded and turned slowly to face the older man. His features were flushed with desire, eyes clouded and unfocused as he dropped to his knees, blinking slowly across at the hardness clearly visible through the man's pants. Somehow the sight made his body throb and he groaned loudly, leaning closer to nuzzle deeply into the bulge, inhaling the strong scent of arousal. "Mmmm... I... don't really know what I should... do..." He mumbled, leaning back to look up at Geoffrey again. "B-But I am... good at taking orders, Sir."

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The man licked his lips and smiled as he looked down his nose upon the youth before him. Geoffrey ran his fingers through his hair, stroking Jake fondly as he bit his lip and regarded the boy with satisfaction. The hardness contained in his leather trousers was obviously just waiting to be released, the bulge warm against Jake's skin. "Come on..." He said, reaching down and unbuckling his belt, "It's not so difficult, is it?"

He unbuttoned his trousers and let them slide down his hips. Right in front of Jake, his cock slid out. Already himself completely erect, likely from the ingesting the drug as well, it throbbed with anticipation, a little bit of precum already welling up at the tip. A hand returned to Jake's scalp, fingers running through his hair until Geoffrey took hold. With his hand guiding Jake, he pressed the youth's face towards it with a smile as sweat started to form on his brow.

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A small sigh of pleasure passed through Jake's lips as the hand combed through his hair. Even the smallest touch seemed rather wonderful thanks to the powerful drug that now laced his system and he groaned softly as the hand was lifted away, tilting his head to one side. "Mmn... you want..." The young man murmured quietly as he watched Geoffrey's hands shift to his pants, unbuckling the thick belt before letting the fabric fall away to reveal the hardened cock; hot and heavy as it hung in the air.

Jake's breath hitched as the scent of arousal washed over him, his hips shifting as he felt his own body reacting. He bit his lower lip as the older man's hand returned to grip his long hair firmly and begin to guide his face forward, a deep flush upon his tanned cheeks. The thick tip was smooth as it brushed over his lips, but Jake soon opened his mouth with a low moan of delight to allow the length to slide further forward, his tongue flicking lightly against the bead of precum that hung at the very end. The boy had never thought about pleasuring another man before this, but the drug didn't allow him to think too deeply; there was only the heat that coiled within his stomach, only the hot cock that pulsed between his lips.

His eyes raised to look into Geoffrey's face as his lips wrapped more securely around the length, cheeks caving as he tried to suck as best he could despite his inexperience. It was obvious he'd never done it before, but he was enthusiastic as his tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh, a hand sliding down his body to rub at the hardness between his thighs. Jake groaned lustfully and closed his eyes, his own hips rocking forward against his hand that rubbed over the fabric restraining his arousal. He didn't think how it made him look like a slut; it felt good, that was all that mattered.

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Geoffrey's lips parted, his mouth agape in the sensation and pleasures of this young man kneeling before him, offering himself to him. His hard cock throbbed between Jake's lips, his own feelings only amplified by the drug he consumed. He was not so large that Jake had any trouble fitting him in his mouth, the every vein and rivet of his member sliding along his lips as Jake went.

"Aagh." He said, baring his teeth as he looked down at the youth's wanton eyes, "Damn..." The way he touched himself... it was beginning to be too much for even the experienced first mate. How potent a drug this was, to make even an unknowing boy like this begging for her... stroking himself as he pleasured another man, getting off on his knees!

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Jake didn't know what was wrong with him; he'd never even thought about another man in such a way before, but now he couldn't seem to get enough. He moaned loudly around the hardened cock within his mouth, arching quickly back and forward to give as much stimulation as he could. Wet sounds echoed from his lips as he worked, his eyes glazed in unnatural pleasure raised upward to look into Geoffrey's face as if hoping for some relief himself. The heat was unbearable, and sucking the man's cock only made it worse. The boy's hips writhed against the deck as he struggled to control himself, his hand still rubbing over the fabric.

"Ahh... oh, fuck... I... I can't take this..." He panted loudly as he briefly pulled back, lowering his eyes to the twitching shaft before his hands reached for the ties of his pants, hastily tugging them apart and opening the fabric to finally release his own aching cock to the air. Jake moaned louder than before as he returned to sucking and lapping at the man's shaft, a hand wrapping firmly around his own to stroke quickly with no care for how the image made him seem, or for where they were. It felt too good to stop, too good to deny and the boy's eyes closed tightly, forcing himself forward to take the man's cock into his throat, coughing loudly as he did so.

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Eventually it all became too much. Intoxicated by the drug and drunk with lust after seeing this boy so humble and worshipful before him, Geoffrey closed his eyes and craned his neck back. His breathing quickened and his muscles started to contract. Jake felt the pulsing of his flesh, the waves of pleasure building up before finally, a a stream of hot cum poured forth from his tip. Thick gobs of his seed sprung from his hard cock and painted the youth's tongue and throat. Before it was over, the first mate took his hand upon Jake's head and pushed his lips against the very base, shooting his seed deep down his throat.

After a moment, he released him, pulling back and slipping his cock from the boy's mouth. A small trail of cum still oozed out from the tip, crawling down to his base. He looked astonished, eyes wide as he softly stroked himself, "Whoa. It worked... I still wanna..." He bent over and reached under the boy's armpits, eagerly bringing him back to stand, "Fuckin'... turn around." He was losing his vocabulary as he pumped his hand over his manhood---like he'd never came at all.

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Jake could feel the thick shaft throb between his eager lips, only adding to the intoxicating heat that had almost completely taken over his body. He groaned loudly as lips and tongue worked faster to bring the man above him to a shuddering release; craving that almost as much as his own that seemed so very close. The boy's gaze lifted to stare hotly into Geoffrey's face as his cheeks caved around the twitching cock, lewd moans echoing the movement before he felt the shaft jerk within his mouth, eyes widening in that final moment.

The boy shuddered with delight as he felt thick spurts of cum begin to fill his mouth. The taste that should have been salty was somehow wonderful and he swallowed eagerly, his tongue lapping hungrily at the tip before the hands tugged his face forward to pump directly into his throat. As Geoffrey finally pulled back, Jake's lips were parted; red and swollen from his effort and a trickle of cum ran from the corner of his mouth and he groaned weakly, his hand still pumping his aching shaft. "Nngh... f-fuck... I... ahh!" He cried out as he was pulled to his feet, his hand being forced away from his needy length in the process. He blinked slowly at the fragmented demand to turn, nodding unthinkingly.

"Y-Yeah..." He muttered, turning on unsteady feet. He leaned forward and gripped tightly to the rope that ran upward to the sails, using them as support as he arched his hips back, biting hard on his lower lip. It was obvious he couldn't think for himself; the boy would never so willingly offer himself, but as the drug remained fresh in his system, he had no option. "Fuck... h-hot... I need to..." His thighs rubbed together to cause teasing friction between his legs, though it wasn't enough...

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The boy felt his trousers pulled down, piled at his ankles as Geoffrey exposed his pert little ass to the open air. Geoffrey spread his cheeks, his still cummy manhood angled straight for the youth's butt. Before long, Jake felt his body being taken... the spit and cum would have to suffice for lubrication as the older man plunged his manhood past Jake's most humiliating entrance.

With a sticky wet *spllt* he pressed his cock into the boy's awaiting ass. "Unnh!" He grunted with that first hard push. His palms rested on the youth's ass, fingers squeezing into his skin as he penetrated the younger man. It was not long before he started a rhythm, pumping his member in and out, his every motion rocking Jake forward as the sailor's own engorged member swayed from the movement.


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"Yeah mum, I'm going for spots." Grant replied to her question. Trying to get himself completely in the game, yet finding it incredibly difficult. Watching her lean over the table, the shorts seemed to show off more of her fantastic legs. His eyes were entranced as the material slid further and further up. In that moment she was not his mum, but she was just the sexy woman in his presence. Realizing his body was starting to stir, he remembered who he was with and almost physically shook himself. There was a moment where he had forgotten to breath and was thankful when she missed her shot. This allowed him to exhale almost explosively and make it appear he was being cheekily derisive. "Poor mummy, could you not pot your ball?" he knew his comment was probably to much. However, it was his natural reaction to try and cover his own discomfort plus gave his mind an easy way back to the game.

Once again Grant leaned against the table and lined up another shot. Breathing deeply and concentrating so incredibly hard on the ball he was aiming at, he struck the cue ball. With a happy *plunk* the spotted ball dropped in the top pocket. Smiling to himself he stood up and walked round the table weighing up his choices. Everything looked good, and he was fairly sure he could pot all but two without trouble. "OK mum, it looks like I am about to kick your ass. Please make sure you don't try and tickle me this time, and yes I do remember what happened. I hope you remember that I finished it." He laughed at her. Moving round the table quickly he managed to pot all but two of his balls without to much trouble, however, it ended when he put to much spin on the white ball and it sunk as well.

"Tables all yours mum. So have you got lots of work to do tonight? I think I'll go for a quick swim after the movie so if you hear splashing don't worry." Trying to make his words sounds as conversational as possible, he was frustrated with himself for letting the white ball fall. Hopefully she wouldn't wind him up about it.

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Melissa couldn't help but turn and give a little bit of a cheeky glare at him when he teased her. The moment that he turned around she reached out one leg and brushed along his side with her toes, tickling him, but discreetly from a distance. She couldn't totally plead ignorance as it was only the two of them in the house but it at least gave her something to fight him with. She was blissfully unaware of how hard she was making things for her son at the moment. His lack of expression of a sexual interest in anything let alone her let her be a little bit more open then if she knew that he was going around sleeping with a girl. If she had thought that she would have limited physical contact a little more and not been so cheeky, but again, he hadn't shown any signs of it. She just watched him as he leaned over the table, lining up and then thinking about his other shots. She knew already she would loose the game tonight, it was too hard for her to focus when she had such more interesting things on her mind right now.

True that he had finished their little tickle fight last time but then she hadn't really been trying all that hard, after he had ended up pressing her to the table and pinning her a little while he tickled her so she couldn't get away until she had literally been able to beg for mercy and he hadn't been able to take any more either. Of course their game had been ruined after that as the balls had moved around when they knocked the table but neither of them had really cared. She watched with growing amusement, annoyance and amazement when he managed to pot most of his balls leaving hers covering most of the table. She felt like just surrendering now. Then he sunk the white. "Oh baby. You going color blind so young?" She joked openly as she grabbed it and set it up again. With most of his balls off the table she had a free shot with her own when she heard what he was saying. Oh shit. How could she get him out of this. The pool house was sound proof from the inside to the house side but it wasn't sound proof when you actually got in the door. If we went for a swim he would certainly hear them.

"Can I get you to put off your swim for a night? I'm dealing with a load of lawyers and other issues with our subcontractors at the moment and I really need some peace and quiet. How about I come have a swim with you tomorrow?" She hit three of her balls into the pockets and then didn't have a shot on any of the others. She got one close to going in but not completely and had knocked one of the spotted balls closer to a pocket as well. She looked at it and sighed. He would certainly finish up this time. "Well... game over. Your pick of the movie." She put the cue back on the rack and then laughed when she saw the 'small stick' that he had tried to give her at first. Cheeky guy. The tease ran in her head and she knew that her boyfriend would have to thank Grant later on because she was already feeling a little bit wet. Damn. She was half tempted to tell her boyfriend to come over early and they could get right too it. "So what did you end up getting?" She asked, lifting up her foot to take a look at a piece of tape that had got caught on her heel.

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Watching her pot her balls, he mulled over not having a swim this evening and waiting for tomorrow to race his mum. "Are you really so ready to get beaten again so soon if we swim tomorrow?" he mocked as she missed her ball and forfeited the game. Grant really wanted to swim tonight, but also didn't want to cause a fuss. So he opted for the easy option. "OK mum I won't swim tonight." He replied sounding completely sincere. Yet knowing full well that when she got stuck into her work she would never hear him anyway. When he was younger he had once knocked on the pool house door one night when she was working and it had taken her ages to come and see what he wanted. Remembering at how flustered she looked as she came to the door, Grant had felt so sorry for her getting all worked up about not hearing him. Tonight he would swim, knowing full well that she would never even know.

As his mum placed her cue back on the rack he heard her laugh but was slightly confused for a moment, until he saw the small cue he had offered her earlier. "Bet you wish you had used it now don't you mum? I did say it would be better suited to you." He couldn't help but laughing at his own joke. He just hoped his mum found him amusing and not to annoying. "OK, well if the film choice is mine then we will watch the Green Lantern. It's supposed to be pretty good, and I am sure you don't mind watching something with Mr Reynolds in it. Do you mum?" he smiled at her as he moved across to the Blu ray player where the box sat. Realizing it may have appeared cocky to have his choice of film by the TV he turned to his mum. "Just so you know, I was going to watch this at some point tonight. It wasn't here because I thought I would win our little game." This was where Grant had fallen down when it came to girls... He worried to much about things. Just like now, he was genuinely worried his mum would think he was arrogant. This plagued him in whatever he did and he didn't know what it would take to stop him being that way.

Feeling the blush creep up his cheeks again he cursed himself for being so ridiculous and tried to relax. "Right, the movie is about to start. Shall I get us some drinks?"

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Melissa chuckled at the idea that he would beat her in a race. She turned to him and scowled a little bit playfully. She had no idea that he remembered that incident. But was terribly glad that he didn't know the truth about what she had been doing. Work didn't make anyone that flustered. It was hard for things to be heard between rooms but usually she was well aware that she was careful about the idea that he might walk in on her and was very careful to lock it up when she went into to meet one of her boyfriends. She didn't know that he knew where the spare key was. "Do not forget who actually taught you how to swim my dear son," She joked. Swimming had definitely not come from his father. In any way shape or form. She laughed a little bit more when he also joked, realizing what it was that she was already laughing at. "Yeah, yeah. Quiet you." She joked as she finished packing up the pool table. Despite the awkwardness at the random joke earlier she had found it quiet amusing now.

As she kept packing up she looked over at him to see what movie it was that he had picked. "Green Lantern. Did you ever go see that in the movies when it was out or did you leave it till it came out on DVD?" She laughed a little bit about her comment on Ryan Reynolds. "How do you know I wouldn't prefer..." She paused for a second, anything to get the one up on him in their little word game, trying to think of someone completely opposite, "Ian McKellen?" She looked over to catch his reaction of going from Deadpool to Gandalf, smiling with amusement at besting him. Melissa finished packing up and moved into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of soft drink for the both of them and moving back. Just in time to catch his apology in a way, of having the disk ready next to the player. Melissa sighed as she sat down and passed him the soft drink bottle. She was one step ahead of him sometimes. She loved her son but sometimes she wondered that he would always be so hesitant.

"You know Grant, sometimes you could do to be a little bit more cocky," She said to him gently, not realizing how else her words might be taken. "You don't have to apologize for things like that. You are better at me then pool so even if you had of put it there thinking that you would win there is nothing wrong with that. You don't have to be so touchy about people thinking that you are... arrogant or something. You are a brilliant young man. People see that. You don't have to apologize." She smiled a little as the movie started and patted the couch seat next to her. "Sit. Relax. Breathe and enjoy your movie." She shuffled over so that there was enough room if either of them wanted to curl their legs up onto the couch.

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Grant could only admire the way she completely railroaded him at his Ryan Reynolds quip. Plus he was her son, so God only knew how she was with those that worked with her? He almost burst out laughing as the thought of his mum getting stuck into some arrogant asshole flashed across his mind. All he wanted to do was to answer back that he had won and whether she wanted an old man or not it didn't much matter... but he couldn't bring himself to say the words. Once again he found himself cursing his ridiculous shyness. If he couldn't even say these things to his mother, what hope did he have with girls his own age?

Before he could climb completely into his shell she started to speak to him. She spoke softly and he knew that she meant everything she said. It wasn't anything he hadn't told himself, but to hear someone else say it was completely different. Could he really be cocky and not have to apologize? The thought seemed so alien to him. Yet at the same time... so appealing he couldn't stop thinking about it. But thought and deed were very very different things. "You have to say that. You are my mum, but thanks anyway." Briefly he looked at her and smiled warmly with his reply. But quickly lowered his head again as to not look her in the eye, and possibly see any hint of disappointment.

At her invitation to sit next to her and watch the movie he moved round the couch to get comfortable. Taking the drink she had got from the fridge he quickly settled and let his mind recoil from the conversation that had just taken place and immerse himself in the movie. It was easier to imagine himself as a superhero, than to face the possibility that he was going to be a loser for the rest of his life.

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He laughed and smiled, and Melissa could only think about how good it was that he was able to do so and that she could joke with him like this. It had never changed really, that it was good that it had always been like this. Being a single parent was hard, but having a son like him made it all worth it. But he was still so shy. This was part of the reason that she worried about him at times. With her job she felt like Grant had just spent too much time on his own, and while she was always happy for him to get out and go have fun with his friends, go to parties, etc, he very rarely did, preferring to stay at home. But his response to her trying to open him up, make him not so unconfident about his words and actions only got a similar response. Melissa just smiled at him and didn't say anything until he sat down, just waited calmly and watched as he got comfortable. She took a couple of sips from her soft drink and looked at him.

"I am your mum, but that doesn't mean that I have to say it. Come on Grant, when do I say anything that I don't want to. I care about you, and you worry me sometimes. So when I say you can afford to be a little less apologetic, I mean it, as someone who cares about you, not just your mum." She hoped that he absorbed the message. After all he was really getting into the adult world and if he could open up a little bit more before he did, open up while he was still able to work it through with his peers then maybe it would be a little bit easier. At least he wasn't subjected to the bullying as well. She reached over and patted him on his bare shoulder for a second before drifting her hand down his bare chest to his ribs and tickling him quickly then pulling her hand back. Anything to get him to smile up and not ruin his entire night with his shyness. Then they just sat and watched the movie together. It was a good movie and she enjoyed it thoroughly.

When it ended she turned and smiled at him before looking up at the time and groaning. "Okay. Time for me to go do some work before it gets to morning." Melissa stood and walked over, hugging him and kissing him on top of the head. "Have a good rest of the night. If I finish up before it gets too late then I'll come back in before you go to bed. If not well hopefully I'll finish up most of the stuff I brought back for the weekend so maybe we could go do something unless you wanted to spend some time with your friends." Now that she was really aware of the idea that soon she would be able to get some time to unwind and relax properly she was getting anxious to get out there but it didn't show at all. Damn all she wanted was to sate that need in her, but even she wouldn't do that at the expense of her son, and if he wanted to talk or something she could wait for another ten minutes or so.

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Living in a single parent home had never made Grant feel like he missed out on anything. Whether this was because he wasn't aware there was anything to miss he didn't know. But the love his mum had bestowed upon him without question or demand had never left him wanting. Sometimes he wondered if it made them closer, knowing that there was only the two of them to rely on. Granted there may be others who came and went, but in the end it came down to just the two of them. That's why when his mum reminded him that she didn't just say things for the sake of it. He knew it was true. Even following the slight mood he had managed to descend into before starting the movie when she tickled him he couldn't help but laugh like a small child. "Thank you mum, I really do appreciate it. Maybe one day I will be as cocky as you?" he laughed

Relaxing into the couch the film seemed to finish really quickly. Feeling his time alone with her finished all to quickly he smiled at her as she groaned at the thought of going to work. "Poor mummy. You just work so hard." It was true though, it was nothing out of the ordinary to find her in the pool house most nights working away. Although he must admit over the last week or so, she had managed to give herself more time off.

"OK mum, you go work and don't worry about finishing up to early. I have no plans for the weekend so we can do something if you want." Although he loved the time he spent with his mum, the thought of swimming had never left his head. The sooner that she got to work and got stuck in, the sooner he could get more laps done. He wasn't naturally someone who went against those in authority, whether that was a teacher or his mum. But when he got something stuck in his head. More often than not, he managed to find a way to do it.

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Melissa couldn't help but laugh when he called her 'poor mummy'. "Oh you sound like you're nine years old again when you say it like that." She joked, even messing up his hair for good measure. He always use to call her mummy until she had finally got him out of the habit at around eight years old. It was more something that they did as a joke now but she knew that when he did say it he still meant it with the same affection as before. "Okay well in that case think of something that you might like to do on the weekend then. The movies or a picnic. Even if you wanted to go down and go bowling or something. Or just go for a drive. I might stay back later tonight then. I am very, very sick of dealing with lawyers." It was literally the worst part of her job was dealing with them when something went wrong or was misunderstood. A big corporate case that they had at the moment was causing massive headaches for all of the higher ups in the company. But that was certainly not what it was that she was going to be working on tonight. "I'll grab a couple of soft drinks and stuff as well so that I don't have to track through the yard in the night. I think the dog next door has been jumping the fence again and digging holes in the yard."

Sure enough she grabbed a couple of soft drink bottles from the fridge. Melissa was a complete non-drinker, and while her boyfriend drank beer he certainly didn't when he was with her, or before he was. With a final goodnight to her son she moved out to the pool house and unlocked it. The first thing that she did was pull closed the curtains and blinds in the small room that was half an office. The couch in there though was secretly a fold out for a bed. She left it for now in case he wasn't in the mood for straight up bed action. Leaving the bottles on the counter she smiled when she got the text. He walked through the door a few minutes later and came right over to her. Melissa's boyfriend, Rick, was tall, muscular and dark haired. And they hadn't seen each other in almost a week. It wasn't long before they were wildly screwing. In their haste and lust for each other neither one had noticed that she had left the door connecting the office to the primary pool house room slightly ajar and neither of them could see it from their position.

Rick had stripped her in record time and she him. He barely needed any encouragement to get hard, and she was already dripping. Rick pulled her so that she was lying on the couch, propped up into the corner. Her legs spread wide and held apart by his hands. His hips bashed into hers constantly, his dick sliding in and out of her at a great pace, making her moan loudly, pleasure on her face. Melissa's hand reached up to pull him down for a kiss and he obliged before grabbing her hand and pinning it above her head. If not for the look of sheer pleasure on her face it would have looked like he was forcing her. Her hips bucked up against him as Rick's shaft pushed deep inside of her, making her gasp and moan with each thrust. She begged for more and he went harder still. One of his hands moved down and grabbed her breast cruelly, making her gasp, and the other held her hands so tight his knuckles were white. His balls hit against her ass with each thrust and she freed a hand to reach down and rub her clit for a little, sliding her hand up his body until she was clutching hard at his back, leaving marks and he fucked her.

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Grant knew how much his mum despised lawyers sometimes. They could be the bane of her existence at work. So when she inferred that she may be in the pool house working late it wasn't something that surprised him. "I'm sure you will have them jumping through the right hoops soon enough mum" he grinned at her as she grabbed her supplies. Sitting down once again in front of the TV he flicked it on, and channel hopped until he found a classic episode of Friends. Now that his mum had gone to work he knew it would be at least half an hour before he could go swimming without disturbing her. Laughing his way through the show it wasn't long before it had finished. Realizing he had forgotten to bring his goggles down he jogged up stairs to his room to find them. Quickly locating his school bag he rifled through it searching for the pair he normally used. "Where are they" he breathed through clenched teeth. Suddenly the memory of leaving them in his locker to dry after some laps at lunch time came back to him. Cursing himself for forgetting to go back for them he sat on the edge of the bed considering his options.

It didn't take him long to remember where the spare set were. But he would have to be so careful. If he was caught in the pool house getting his spare pair of goggles, he didn't think he could explain his way out of it. However, Grant was still a young man, and the thrill of doing something bad (even if it was something as silly as this) made him want to do it all the more.

Opening the door to the pool house as silently as possible, Grant crept inside. He knew what he was looking for was inside a draw on the other side of the main pool house. His mum would have the office door shut so as long as he was very quiet it wouldn't be a problem and he would be swimming in a matter of moments. Creeping through the room he realized he was hearing something that he shouldn't have been hearing. Glancing over to the office door, his first naïve thought was that his mum was watching porn while she worked. It didn't take long to realize that what he was actually hearing was his mum being fucked hard. Grant's mind started reeling with thoughts and emotions he was completely unprepared to deal with. However, no matter how odd he felt, the fact was that he couldn't tear himself away from the sight before him. Unconsciously his legs moved him closer to the door so that he could get a better look. She was begging for it, and although it looked like she should be in pain her face belied the position her body was in. No matter how much he tried to remind himself he was watching his mum get fucked and he should look away. He couldn't. The way the guy just grabbed her breasts and forced her hands above her head. Grant had always known his mum to be a forthright and quite dominant. But this was a new side to her, she was submitting herself openly.

Looking at the stranger properly for the first time, it struck Grant that they looked so similar. Both tall, muscular and dark: although he couldn't see his face, he began to imagine them both having similar facial features. Slowly and almost excruciatingly Grants eyes moved down towards their thrusting hips. As they parted he saw the guys cock for the first time. He was big certainly... but Grant was bigger. Worrying that the longer he stood there the more chance there was of being caught. He slowly backed away and quietly let himself out into the cool evening. As soon as he closed the door gently behind him, he let out a huge breath not even realizing he had been holding it. Without the incredible sight before him, Grant started to become aware of just how turned on he was. His cock was completely solid and its long thick outline was clearly visible down his thigh through the tight swimming shorts. Attempting to calm down by taking deep slow breaths, Grant couldn't help but replay the images over and over again in his head. Porn had always turned him on, but never like this. What he had seen was really affecting him. He could feel it within him and there was nothing that could be done to take it back. If there was one thing that Grant was sure of: it was that things weren't ever going to be the same for him...

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Neither of them heard Grant when he entered the house. Their eyes were glued to each other and their ears were focused only on the noises of their hard screwing. It wasn't long before Rick changed pace, slowly down so he pulled out almost painfully slow, just the tip remaining inside of her, then pushing in as fast as he could. The movement showed the observer at the door the full length of Rick's shaft, and all of Melissa's body. Each powerful thrust forward had Melissa cry out with pleasure. Her other hand was freed as her boyfriend gripped the couch and she clutched at his back hard enough to leave marks later on. Then they were back up to full speed again. They had already been going for a while and were at the stage were neither of them could hold off their orgasm, or second orgasm as it was for Melissa. As Grant walked out and closed the door he would hear the screaming moan of pleasure, as Melissa hit her climax, calling out, and the loud long grown of pleasure in the deep voice of her boyfriend as they collapsed together, shaking from their shared pleasure.

They had another two rounds before he had to go and then once she had calmed down and recovered Melissa sat down and did some work when she was no longer so distracted. The work that she got out of the way was all simple paper work and a few lawyer issues, but the rest of it would only take her about an hour to do and that left the rest of the weekend open. She was already sad that she wouldn't be seeing her boyfriend again for a week as he was away on a business trip. She was use to having sex at least three or four times a week, strong needy sessions like that. A week alone was going to be hell. When she was done and realized that a good few hours had passed she got up and snuck back into the house. Most of the lights were turned off except a few so that she could see the stairs and the kitchen, the ones Grant always left on ''for her safety'' as he put it when he went to bed. Melissa had a habit of tripping over things she couldn't see. Yawning she left a note for him on the kitchen bench. ''May sleep in a little later. Laywers need to commit mass suicide. Ha ha ha. Will see you in the morning. Think of something for us to do.'' With that, she got up and went to bed, it not being long before she fell asleep.


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Melissa had changed in the last six months. Having gotten a promotion she had spent an extra hour or two and work each day for a while, causing a rift between her and her boyfriend Rick which eventually separated her in very politely telling him that this didn't work for her any more, and then mass amounts of break up sex that had ended in her getting home extremely early in the morning one day, hoping that Grant didn't know. The next day even she had been sore but it had definitely been worth it. Of course it wasn't long until she had gotten a new boyfriend and he had been screwing her as well, although that didn't last long either when he got a job in another part of the country. The next one had been more promising but he ended it after a while with statements of 'it just didn't feel right'. Her current boyfriend was perfect. He liked massively hard screws and almost violent kinks and they spent a lot of time together even outside of the pool house. For the first time in a while she looked forward to the promise of a date even if there was no promise of sex afterwards.

She hadn't known that her son Grant was having sex almost as much as her, nor did she know that he spent a lot of time watching her get screwed by her various men, in a variety of positions and and ways. What she had picked up on was the new confidence in him. He seemed a lot more open and happy and joking. Scarily he reminded her a lot of his father although she would never say such a thing to him. But it was nice to see him out of the shell that he had been on so much. She could only assume that her words were finally getting to him, that he was starting to realize that there was nothing wrong with showing off a little bit more and not just the 'guns show'. She knew that right now he was out in the pool house swimming. She had gotten home only a little while ago and was taking the time to make some food and drink a bit before her meeting with her boyfriend a little later on. She hoped her son finished doing laps before he go here or else that would be awkward.

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Looking at his watch, Grant swore under his breath. Knowing that Melissa would either be back from work or nearly getting home he decided he better do a quick few laps. Although he would have been more than happy to regale her with stories of his conquests; the fact was that she had never asked. Even with his new found confidence, Grant wasn't so egocentric that he had to tell his mum about the girls he fucked. So prudence dictated that he walk in the house smelling of chlorine, rather than the thick scent of sex. He laughed as he picked up the goggles which he had sneaked in to get all those months ago which first led him to witness her being screwed. Putting them on and walking out the door he elegantly dived into the magnificently blue pool. Gliding through the water, he powered through a small set which managed to get his heart rate up once again.

Climbing out and grabbing his towel he quickly dabbed himself so he could walk through the house without making to much mess. Walking through the back door he could hear her moving around in the kitchen. "I hope you are making something for your only son to eat mum. I'm starving!" Exaggerating expansively the last two words he swaggered into the kitchen. Smiling warmly at her he couldn't help but be reminded every time he saw her just how pretty she was. "Hi mum, I hope you had a good day and all your many minions behaved." As he spoke he quickly walked right up to her and without letting her refuse his soaking wet body he wrapped his arms around her. Pulling her warm sensual body tight against his naked torso and wet trunks he wondered if she would be annoyed at him soaking her. "Oh dear, did I not dry myself properly? Ooops" he said through a wicked little grin. "I should think you would be thankful anyway mum. Its not everyday you get an attractive, muscular and semi naked man give you a hug now is it?" knowing full well that his mum had a fully naked man holding her quite often, he couldn't help but tease her. If only to see how she reacted.

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Melissa was just going to make something simple such as a sandwich or put a pie in the oven or something but when pulling it out she caught sight of the pasta on top of the bench top and changed her mind, pulling out the pot she filled it and got together some chicken pieces left over from yesterday and a sauce she had made and frozen a while ago. Pulling back she had to glance up at the time and saw that she really should have finished his swim by now. She wanted to go down into the pool house and ask him if he wanted some pasta as well or if he had already eaten, as she had gotten home so late, but then she realized. It was Grant and Grant was always hungry. And sure enough as he came barging through the door, smelling very strongly of chlorine he was already asking for food. "Well my son, you are male and men are always hungry so yes I put some on for you as well," She joked with him openly as she reached up to get the can of tomatoes that she planned to add as well. She had on a simple, almost low cut top with short sleeves, a print on the front of music notes in the shape of an owl, and her normal short shorts. The top didn't quite reach the top of her shorts, revealing some skin on her back as she reached up.

As she kept cooking she looked over and smiled at him. "Well the minions were being very nice today and throwing themselves in the fires the bosses set without me needing to push them once so that was a nice change. And the bosses actually manage to get around a contract for one of the trouble makers and she got fired today, so yes I had a rather good day... Grant!" Her calm and happy explanation of her day turned into a somewhat amused whine as he hugged her from behind, soaking through her clothes and her hair. "Really my son, did you have to?" She laughed a little and turned her head back to look at him. "Forgot to dry of my ass, bullcrap, you did that on purpose and we both know it. And while it isn't every day I get a man hugging me the pasta is starting to boil." Melissa carefully avoided the details that he had put in about himself, knowing them to be true but... he was her son. Reaching behind her she pushed his head out the way and guided him by hands on his hips out of the kitchen. Quickly she dished up the pasta and put the chicken and sauce mix into it before serving it. Damn she should have done some garlic bread. "Mangiare bene." Melissa spoke in Italian telling him to eat well, one of the few phrases she knew. "How was your day? Your swim burn off some energy?"

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Laughing at her reaction to his wet hug, Grant let her remove him from the kitchen with her hands on his hips. "Would I do such a thing on purpose mum?" he asked with feigned shock. Once she let go of him and finished off dinner, he ran up stairs and quickly changed. Climbing out of his swimming shorts and into some jeans and a tight t-shirt, he admired his physique in the mirror before bouncing down the stairs. Sitting at the table just as she was serving up, he was absolutely famished and very thankful she had made him something to eat. "Cheers mum. Swimming definitely helped build up an appetite" he grinned, knowing full well that the swimming had only played a small part in his hunger pangs.

Digging into his dinner, Grant's thoughts began to wander back to the fun he and Michelle had experienced earlier. The image of her crumpled before him after she came for the last time made his penis twitch under the table. Once Grant had started having sex, it hadn't taken long for him to realize that unlike most of the guys his age he had an enormous amount of control. This allowed him to have constant vigorous sex without reaching his own peak unless he wanted to. Carla and Michelle were two of only a few girls he knew that were able to experience multiple orgasms without a break. All the others could only cope with one or two at most, before they would need him to stop. However, those girls were usually more than happy to let him finish off, anywhere he wanted.

Dragging his thoughts back to the table, he looked over to his mum as she ate. Since he had been watching her have sex with her boyfriends, Grant would often find himself watching her. Trying to think of something to say so that he wasn't just staring; he thought of the ongoing conversation they had been having. Over the last few weeks Grant had been asking her all sorts of sexual questions. He tended to ask about things he wanted to try with a girl or things he had seen on porn. "So mum, back to our sex chat." He still enjoyed trying to surprise her. When they had started the conversation he had wondered whether girls enjoyed anal sex and in a situation similar to this one, he had almost just blurted the question out. But he had managed to explain that guys at school had been boasting about it and he wondered if it had always been such a big deal. Since then they had covered all sorts of subjects, and Grant loved the fact that she always seemed so happy to talk to him about everything.

"Some guys at school were talking about this film they saw". speaking with a grin on his face, he guessed she would see through his little lie. It was he who had seen the porno, however, whether she knew he watched porn or not. He didn't like to just come out and say it. "This girl was tied up with her arms above her head! The guy was apparently really going at her. He got her to do all sorts of stuff, which she seemed to enjoy at times but must have been a bit humiliated? There are lots of guys at school doing all sorts with girls. But I haven't ever heard of anyone doing that kind of stuff. Do people really enjoy things like that?" The fact was that Grant had been thinking about tying up one of his more adventurous girlfriends and he wondered if it was something girls would be happy with.

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"Would you do such a thing on purpose?... hum... let me think... ah... YES!" Melissa managed somehow to remain completely serious until the last word where she reached behind her and tickled him just a little bit before getting back to the food. She was a swimmer as well and knew that it could burn off a lot of energy, half of the reason why she was making pasta right now as it was a lot easier and a lot more filling in the long run. She had to remember not to eat too much right now though or else there would be nothing left for after her meet up with her boyfriend. For now though she just sat at the table and ate up, seeming a little bit tired after her long day at work. In truth she had expected to be home and hour earlier, but like always that almost never worked and it frustrated her to no end. Sometimes she would just like to be able to disappear and say to everyone 'goodbye, gone home early to actually be able to spend some time with my son besides Friday evenings and weekends I'm not working' but knew that in her highly competitive and highly bitchy company that would be the worst way to get things sorted.

Melissa broke out of all of her thoughts as she looked up to see him watching her intently. An eyebrow raised and she was about to ask what was up with him, if something was wrong. But then he beat her to it. Ah their sex talk. She had been a little surprised when he came up to her one day and managed to work his way into a conversation about sex and a variety of things to do with it. While it had been surprising that he brought up the subject after not really seeming very open about the whole thing, she wasn't surprised by the sort of questions that he asked of her. After all, he was a teenage guy, and it may have been a while since she had been a teen but when it came to sex, the boys were still the same and no doubt half of the questions were fantasies or things he saw in porn. So when he brought it up again she didn't seem shocked at all, knowing that it was her son and she at least without having a father for him had to be able to talk to him about such things.

His question was a little more to the rougher side of things then normal but she had to laugh when he said that some 'guys at school' had 'seen a film'. She smiled at him. "And one of these guys at school being tall, muscular, handsome, with dark hair and a first name starting with G by any chance?" Melissa laughed a little bit but waved for him to go on. She saw right through his deception and took a little bit of fun in turning his own words around on him. She wasn't sure whether to read into his 'lots of guys at school doing all sorts with girls' as him doing these things or as it just being the others. No. He seemed like the sort of guy who would take it slow with a relationship and she probably would have heard if he had a girlfriend as opposed to jumping right into sex. "Some people do, yes. I know it sounds strange but some people like that humiliation of having someone with complete control over them. Being tied up is just a way to add to it because they can't stop them or use their hands in anyway to aid or things. BUT... it is always needed that there be a safe word or even a loose bit in the tie so that if they want to stop, they have to be able too... It would have been the same in the... film, you just wouldn't have seen usage of it. That isn't the sort of stuff to take lightly at all in anyway. That requires trust and confidence in your partner. Okay?"

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It was inevitable that she would have seen through his words but it didn't surprise or embarrass him like it once would. Smiling at her he couldn't help but play back with her. "Yeah, my slightly shorter, less muscular and dark haired friend Gavin saw it. He definitely didn't mention anything about a safety word. By all accounts the girl was rather enjoying her man shag the living daylights out of her." Grant laughed at his crude words and his own attempts at not letting her have complete control of the conversation. However, her points on a safe word, trust and not taking this kind of thing lightly struck a chord with Grant. Although he enjoyed all the sex he had been having with different girls there was something in Grant that wouldn't ever allow him to mistreat them. If he was to do this with one of his girl friends, then it was definitely something he would need to talk to them about first. The thought of completely controlling someone was thrilling, but if he had the slightest inkling they weren't enjoying it...

"So some people like the humiliation of being completely controlled? That's interesting. I must admit that I didn't realize that safe words were needed for things like that. I thought that was for only the real hardcore stuff. You know whips and stuff?" He knew his words were somewhat immature; however, he was confident that she wouldn't judge him to much for them. This was one of the many reasons he felt he could ask her anything. She just took it in her stride without a flinch.

As they finished their pasta, Grant looked back over at his mum and wondered if she had experienced being tied up and humiliated. Quickly he tried to banish it from his mind, feeling his cock twitch once more under the table. "Have I thanked you for being such a great mum lately? Always looking after me, and always willing to answer questions I know some of my friends mothers wouldn't even acknowledge." Hoping his words sounded like he meant them and not just hollow gestures, he got up from his chair and quickly cleared the table. Perhaps this small gesture would help show his appreciation. "So what are your plans tonight, are you working again? I thought we could go for a swim this weekend. If I remember correctly the last time we swam, I thrashed you didn't I?"

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Melissa couldn't help but laugh heartily at the quick come back that ensued from her son about his friends watching the video. She almost choked on a bit of pasta and laughed even more at the idea that he would be that quick all around. She had to put her fork down while she recovered and them looked over at him amused. "Oh sure. Fine then have it your way... Gavin." She used the name he had said for his friend as his to let her son know that she definitely wasn't falling for his trick at all. She knew his sense of humor better then that and she understood he knew that she was upset that she knew it was him who had seen it. But moving on she continued the conversation and took it seriously. If this was something that he ever considered doing with a girl he had to know all these sorts of things, especially as he clearly is asking before he tries it of she meets his girlfriend so it was just a far deeper conversation then the one usually shared between child and parent.

"Grant, every relationship already has a safe word. It's call the word 'stop'. But many... men in particular see it as more of a 'pause' what they are doing until they can continue. A safe word has to be something instantly recognizable, sometimes even in another language and it means stop completely. The safe word should be any time it goes outside the norm, anything that might be dangerous psychologically or physically, not just the hard core." Melissa finally started to eat again, enjoying the pasta but also enjoying the idea of making sure that unlike some of the idiot out there he would really know what it was that he was getting into when he did all of these sorts of things. She had to think back on her own usage of safe words and couldn't remember a time when she had actually ever had to call it out even though she very clearly had one and all of her partners knew it, especially with the sort of stuff that they got up to sometimes. Besides she always laid down the law on the sort of stuff she would take. Melissa liked rough and dirty sex, not abuse and even though there was a thin line between the two, it was still there.

Melissa smiled and laughed a little bit softly when he said that he was thanking her for being able to have these conversations and for actually being able to answer his questions and be willing to do so. "You know you can always talk to me, about anything. And it's important that you ask this stuff and don't find out a bad way or by accident, which is why I am always willing to answer." Thinking back on the work that she had to do when he asked she realized that she had enough that she could probably ask her boyfriend not to come over tonight and still have mass amounts to do. But he was going away for a week and a half in three days and they would only get to see each other once more before then, so she was hardly going to pass up the opportunity. "I have a fair bit to do tonight, although not as much as normal which is good. I may do some work tomorrow but if you would like to go for a swim beforehand that's certainly fine as well."

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Smiling, Grant was once again pleased with more helpful and honest advice. It was incredulous to him that his friends wouldn't speak to their parents about the same kind of things. Without even thinking, he could list at least 5 of his friends who were extremely confused about elements of one sexual relationship or another. Obviously he did realize that with only having his mum around he was bound to be closer. Yet he still couldn't fully comprehend why they wouldn't ask the people who wanted the best for them. But in the end, it was their loss and inevitably their mistake in his opinion. However, one element that his friends would never get which he constantly did; was the chance to watch his mum get screwed. The biggest learning experience for Grant had been from watching those incredible evening sessions. And as he finished clearing away all the dirty dishes, the possibility of seeing her tonight was all he could think about.

Trying very hard to remain in the here and now he latched onto her comment about the swim. "Oh it doesn't matter mum. Beforehand, afterwards... it doesn't bother me when I beat you." Winking at her with massive exaggeration, he moved out of arms reach in case of any physical retribution for his cheek. Laughing slightly he quickly glanced at the clock on the wall. "Right mum, I'm heading upstairs to get my own work done so I have a free weekend. There may be a party going on tomorrow night and I don't want to be worried about homework on Sunday."

Leaving his mum in the kitchen, he bounded back up the stairs and flicked the T.V that hung on the wall on. The background noise helped him concentrate, and also stopped him from clock watching. It wouldn't be to long before she would go out to the pool house and start her 'job' for the night. The thought of it alone made his cock start to throb slightly in his jeans. Instinctively he began to rub his hand against the huge lump in his crotch. "No, not now. Good things come to those who wait." He said to himself. Knowing full well that the best self imposed orgasms he had, came after watching his mum's evening antics. Sighing heavily, Grant sent a text to one of the girls who was going to be at the party tomorrow. Being a party with people from school, Michelle couldn't go for obvious reasons. However, he had already made plans to more than make it up to her. Putting his phone down, he quickly got stuck into his work, knowing it wouldn't be long until the live show was about to begin.

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Melissa chuckled at that way that he was so amazingly confident that he would beat her good. That was the Grant that she liked to see and to be able to joke around with. She thought back to the incident at the pool table when he had apologized so much for having the DVD out as if he was going to get in trouble for assuming that he was going to win. But now he was able to make these sort of jokes and be more confident and she was so glad at the idea that he could be himself, without having to worry, be her son. "Go get some work done, get it out the way. If you want, I know our pools pretty big but the public pool will be pretty free because of the festival in the city so if you wanted we could go and do some proper laps in a full sized one?" It was a suggestion because while they were able to have a good bit of fun in there pool sometimes it was nice to be able to do full laps instead of just having to do twice as many half laps. "Okay well I'm gonna go and get some work done and I should be able to get in done in a few hours so I'll see you tomorrow!"

She waited for his answer and then grabbed a couple of files so that she could actually do a little bit of work before he arrives. She was a tad early so she could use that time to actually get some of the stuff she needed to do out of the way. Jumping into the pool house she set up things at her desk and then pulled the bed out of the couch, knowing that he had wanted to try something different with her today, and she was up for that completely. She managed and few things signed a few forms and closed up a few cased before she heard the knock on the door. Her boyfriend grinned with surprise when she answered it in only a singlet, a skirt and some almost too small underwear. He tried to make a token stab at conversation and romance and drinks but they had done all of that two days ago on their date, and tonight they were both desperate for each other. He lay her on the bed, legs open wide and her hips lifted up by a rolled towel. He pushed inside and started to move in her, slower then normal and from somewhere pulled it a small coil of rope. She laughed through a moan and then turned.

She was on her knees, him behind her, her hands bound behind her back as he held the tie, holding her hands. He had tied them tight almost all the way up to the elbows and it yanked her shoulders hard behind her back. It pushed her breast out in front of her and was on the verge of being uncomfortable but damn it felt good. He tipped her forward and held her by her bound arms, holding her upper body hovering off the bed. The moan that came from her was almost a yelp as he pushed inside hard and rough and quickly started to screw her, making her entire body jolt forward with each thrust, pleasure showing clearer then ever on her face. Her moans were loud but it felt so good she felt herself building up quickly.