Jack and Sam : Chapter 1

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We lived on the high plains in the middle of nowhere and really had nothing. I rode a bus for almost an hour to go to school and come back to our little two-room house and my single Mom, Samantha. She had had me when she was fourteen and despite everything decided to keep me. She had a hard time of it as she was the child of a single mother too. All in all I guess we were a bit notorious as a black sheep family in the tiny town we lived in. There was a post office, a grocery store, a sort of mini department store mostly with hardware, a café, a convenience store and two bars. My Mom waitressed at the one “the rest of the town” went to while my Grandma Sue bartended until she passed when I was eight.

Mom and I actually owned the little house we lived in; rather I did as Grandma left it directly to me along with her car for no particular reason other than her own. My Mom got a little weird about it at the time though and sold the car to open a bank account for me. It was about $1250 to start with and she not only never touched it but took herself off the account when I turned fourteen. She could not put much in it but she had put a little in over the years. Mom said she was giving me a legacy, “Even if it is a half-assed one.” Perhaps that was what Grandma Sue was going for.

Despite ostracism I did all right growing up. I had the paper route in town and started making about $40 a week when I was ten. I was crazy spendthrift about it and saved almost everything. I had clothes from the Goodwill three towns and an hour away but by fourteen I had over fifteen-thousand in my account. As I excelled at academics I ended up finishing a year early and actually got an associate of science degree with my high school diploma. By then I just wanted out of town really bad despite the fact that I was close to my Mom. In fact I would say we were inseparable. We spent all out time together though that usually was the morning when she would make me breakfast after I got done with my paper route and the one or two nights she did not work.

When I was eighteen I thought I had relatively few options despite excelling in school and went to the Army to do computers. It was two years in which I expanded my horizons but still stayed that poor small town boy in many respects. Looking back I was doing well. I had almost $25,000 which I put in a stock that doubled and then went up again while I sat on it for my first year in the Army and when it plateaued I bought a different one and it went up over 135% over my second and last year in the Army. I came back to little Lister, North Dakota after my two years and had over $305,000 and had managed to my B.S. in computer science.

Coming back was too hard but being away from Samantha, my best friend had been hard. We talked twice a week and wrote but it was not the same. I missed snuggling on the couch with her watching TV. When I came back I looked sharp having grown two inches to be just short of six feet by half an inch and filled out to a muscular 170. It was the first time I got positive looks and looks from girls (and women) in my little hometown. Stepping off the bus in my maroon beret and jump boots I cut a good figure. I had a bit of fruit salad as I had done well at being a rear-echelon type so it looked like I was a hero of something. I had two commendation medals, three achievement medals and four other ribbons. That and my airborne wings looked fairly decent.

But I really had no girl at home and actually was just wanting to have the two things I had come to feel were important, my Mom and a life away from limitless tumbleweeds, blowing top-soil and limited opportunities. As I got off the bus Sam was there to welcome me and gave me a huge hug and a quick kiss on the cheek and lips. I remembered her scent and drank it in. It was just her shampoo and soap and her but I loved that smell. I had buried myself in that smell cuddling on the couch nuzzling in close to her breast with my head. It was Sam however that said to me, “I missed your smell.”

“Yeah same here Sam,” I said grabbing the two duffel bags I had brought while Sam grabbed a rolling plastic toolbox I had used to bring the rest of my limited possessions. Mom had slimed down a little from not feeding me. She had been petite but now was five-four and maybe weighed a hundred pounds. Her 34C’s seemed the same though. We walked to the house as we did not have a car. I had been too stingy for that at the time and too stingy to have paid to come home over the two years. It had nearly killed me with longing but I had done it. As we walked I said, “I want to sell the house and move to Washington, Sam.”

To my surprise she simply paused a moment to either reflect or assimilate it and bowed to what I said, “Okay.” Perhaps it was the uniform but she said it with trust in her voice. She had always catered to me and often deferred to me but this was following me.

“I have a job lined up out there already.”

“Why am I not surprised?” she said playfully as she hit my arm.

“Yeah it is a fairly good one.”

“How much will you make?”

“Sixty-five thousand a year plus benefits to start.” It was the late 80’s and that was still a very good salary.

“Holy shit John,” Sam said and put her hand to her mouth. “Sorry.”

“No it’s worth a holy shit.” I said as I pulled my belongings behind me. “We’ll sell the house and get a SUV to haul what we want to keep. We should have a yard sale for extra stuff.”

Sam looked at me form behind blowing blond locks with her flashing blue eyes in a way I did not recall, “You’ve turned into a real man.” She paused and we walked a few steps. “A good man,” she added.

We got back to the little house on Maude Street and I said, “I feel grubby. I am going to shower and take this uniform off.”

Sam put her hand on my chest and patted it tenderly then ran her finger over my ribbons. “You look good in it.” She leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips and added, “But I am sure you want to get of it.”

Going into my room I took off my uniform and got naked. I did feel grubby from two and a half days on the bus. I looked in the mirror on my door and realized I was semi-erect. My convict father had given me nothing save the genetics that produced a nine inch cock on me. “Thanks Dad,” I said only slightly sarcastically. As I came back out I was in a towel and my manhood was obvious though I was not erect. My Mom had quickly shed her jeans and was in a tee shirt and panties. As I came out I glanced through her open door and saw her evidently change her mind and pull her tee off. As I watched her in the mirror on her chest-of-drawers she pulled her bra down after getting out from under the straps and spun it around. Her ample breasts hung free and they were that wonderful combination of pendulous and perky. Her nipples were half-dollar size with points in the middle about the size of a pencil eraser. She shed her bra and made eye contact with the figure in the mirror. Our eyes met for a moment and I looked away. To my surprise Sam said, “Sorry John.”

“It’s okay. You are beautiful. I wish I could draw I’d have you model for me,” I said looking up as Sam actually turned towards me and let her hands fall away from her chest as she had grasped the tee shirt and covered up.

Looking down at them she asked, “Aren’t the girls kind of past their prime?” She asked.

“At thirty-three? No Sammy they are still really nice.” Sam walked up to me as I stood outside her door and offered up a closer look. I realized I was becoming harder as my sexy mom looked down.

“Jesus Christ John,” Sam said in wonderment at my cock. I was about to apologize when she reached out and touched it. She took my hand off the towel and it fell away. My heart thumped hard despite my physical fitness as adrenaline and testosterone coursed through my body. My cock was about two-thirds erect as she reached down and wrapped her small hand around it. “You have my Dad’s cock plus a little more,” Sam said as she let go of my now hard member.

“Thanks Grandpa Dale,” I said bemusedly. Sam looked up at me and smiled then her face got serious.

“You should get in the shower John.”

“I am going by Jack now Sam,” she looked up at me again with a new loo this one less worried. It was in fact an inviting look.
“Okay Jack,” she said with a hint of seduction in her voice. “This wrong but I used to peak in on you in the shower.”

“Really? Me too.”

“Yeah I know,” Sam said, “I let you.” She moved her hand down my firm chest muscles to the six-pack on my stomach. “You are beautiful too,” she said as her hand moved down to a now pulsing cock. She left it at that and so did I. There would be no more words as we crossed the line. I had wanted her as a lover since the beginning and she wanted me. We only had each other and that was enough for us. The town had driven us closer and we entered our little cocoon of a house and were content to be on the outside of things in town so long as we had each other and now we would take it to the next level. We would be there for each other sexually and physically as well as emotionally.

Sam took me over to the couch sat me down. I was throbbing by then and knew she was going to felate me. As she dropped to her knees in front of me I abandoned the world and focused only on the beautiful blond woman in front of me. She was not Mom; she was Sam, my friend and now my lover. This would be our secret world.

As her mouth went around the head of my cock I drew in a deep breath. It felt amazing. She pulled off my stiffening cock and stroked it admiringly. She smiled a bit devilishly as she descended and sucked and licked the head again. It was as if she was warming up and I responded with the quakes of my whole body. Sam went rapidly to work and began sucking my big dick about half way down the shaft before pulling off. As she went deeper she gagged ever so slightly and then a bit more with the second try to take my full manhood into her waiting throat.

The third time though Sam took every inch in her mouth and throat, stopping only at the root. She was good at sucking dick, very good, like a pro almost. She very rapidly made me throb and as her mouth and throat wrapped expertly around my cock she gently massaged my balls with one hand as her head bobbed freely taking every millimeter of my meat without the slightest hesitation. The cares of the entire world melted and I felt the first twinges of cumming even as I suddenly felt a rush of power with the wonderful zest of naughtiness. Sam pulled off to slow it down and to take a deep breath. She dived back in and swallowed every inch after giving the head attention.

It was only a few minutes into it that I put my hand on her head. She relaxed her neck and shoulders and I knew I could control the rhythm. She was completely compliant as I bobbed her head on my swollen cock and gave her very little bit. Moving her up and down she bobbed with me without any resistance. Soon I felt a load building and it came upon me suddenly. I thrust as I emptied my jiz into her mouth and thrust again. Heather took every spasm and swallowed after gagging only slightly. I released her and she sucked off every drop licking her lips and smiling.

It was completely empowering sitting there and I thought, “I have lost my virginity to my mother and I don’t care.”

“I love you Sam,” I said sincerely.

“I love you too Jack.”