Top of the World

Top of The world

[This is an extension of earlier story “Hiking in the Mountain”.] This story is completely fictional!

Chapter 1

We started our return journey early in the morning, before the sunrise. Last night mom and I were so tired that by the time we had our dinner; we both were drooping. Although I was thinking about fucking my mom again during the night, as soon as I entered my sleeping bag I fell asleep. I didn't remember when mom came to sleep and got up only in the morning when mom actually pulled me out of my sleeping bag.

We didn't have much food left with us and the remaining packs of biscuits were just not sufficient to fill our stomachs. We ate those biscuits before starting our return journey, but within half an hour after we started descending I was famished again. 

By ten in the morning, we were at our cabin. Once inside I threw my gear in a corner and stretched on the floor. Mom looked at me sympathetically. She could understand that for a growing teenager of fifteen, few packs of biscuits were certainly not an ideal breakfast. She offered me the last pack of biscuits she had left deliberately at the cabin. I took most of them while offering little to her, but she didn't complain. After finishing the biscuits I felt better but I knew that the euphoria wouldn't last long.

Mom too was feeling the hunger and that's why she was not willing to stay at the cabin for long. We stayed at the cabin only to freshen up. After resting a little, we took a nice dip at the creek and thoroughly washed our cum-soaked bodies and put on some new clothes. Then we started again.

We walked for the next two hours before I got the view of Mr. Bob's inn. I took a sigh of relief. The inn was crowed as tourists had started pouring in. I ate ravenously; I think it was the best lunch of my life, never before I had felt so famished. After lunch, we dropped our belongings in our car and about half an hour later we were at home.

Both of us were very tired so throughout the remaining Sunday we did nothing but sleeping. I didn't even bother to go to my room and simply slept with my beautiful mom in her bed. After all, now I was the man of the house and therefore, I had every right to be in her bed. I was so overtaken by sleep that I could not utilize this opportunity, and we didn't have any sex either. Mom got up in the evening but I didn't and continued sleeping. Late at night mom woke me up for dinner. I ate dinner and again went back to sleep.

Sleep did wonders for me, and next morning I was fully recharged. When I woke up; mom was already gone to the gymnasium. She would be back by afternoon. I got ready for school. Breakfast was kept ready in the kitchen. After finishing my breakfast I came out and locked the door. I knew my best friend Michael Wong, who lived next door, would be waiting for me, so I picked my bicycle and went to his house. 

Mike, as I called him was a childhood friend. The Wong family migrated from Hong Kong some ten years back. His father was a math teacher at my school before he died in a car accident two years back. His mother was a receptionist working at a local publishing company. His family now had Mike, his mother Michelle and his elder sister Suzy. Suzy was one year older than Mike and one year senior to me in school. Mike was my classmate.

I remembered years back when Mike was new to school, some of the older students tried to bully him. I protected him from those rogue students and that laid the foundation of our friendship, which had grown over the years. Mike was a studious type, very good in studies. I never liked studying and so he was my mentor, always helping me do my homework and completing my assignments. 

We were aware of each other's most intimate and darkest secrets. He knew that I jacked off daily fantasizing about our class teacher Mrs. Wilson, and he also knew I was interested in his sister Suzy. I knew that he loved to watch his sister bathing, and I was certain that Suzy was the heroine of his sexual fantasies. I myself had masturbated a number of times thinking about fucking Suzy. 

I was desperate to share my latest achievement with him. Many a times in the past we had talked about losing our virginity and it was a matter of great curiosity that who would be the first to lose it. So we had decided that whenever any one of us would get his first fuck, he would tell the other. Like all other teenage boys, it was a matter of great pride to me and I was dying to share it with my best friend.

I pressed the doorbell. In a moment Mike's mother opened the door.

"Good morning, Ms Wong."

"Morning Ted." She smiled. " Mike is getting ready. You can go to his room."

Michele Wong was a beautiful woman in her late thirties. She was short, around five one in height, little on plump side. She had long black hair, hovering below her shoulder, a small round face, a cute little nose and beautiful lips. With her classical oriental look, she appeared like a tiny doll.

She was wearing some Chinese traditional dress. I didn't remember the name of that dress though Mike had told me a number of times. The dress was nicely fitted to her body, enhancing her body mounds and curves erotically. Never before had I looked at her sexually. Suddenly, I felt attracted to her. She must be a helluva fuck, I thought.

"Thanks." I moved towards Mike's room.

"And how was your hiking trip?" She asked from behind. 

I turned to her. The whole journey has suddenly become alive in my memory. I looked at her suspiciously as if she were aware of the events of our journey.

"It was great Ms Wong." I replied while trying to imagine her plump juicy cunt. "Mom and I had an excellent time."

Mike was ready when I entered his room. We came out of his house. It seemed Suzy had already gone to school, as I could not find her anywhere. We rode our bicycles to school. 

I wanted to tell Mike about my latest adventure immediately, but somehow I managed to remain silent till the end of school. My day at school was not good. Most of the time I was preoccupied with my thoughts and found it very difficult to concentrate in my studies. By the end of day, I had already received two reprimands. 

Finally the school was over; I took a sigh of relief. Mike and I collected out bags and came out. 

"Lets go to the lake." I suggested. "I've got something very interesting to tell you." I wanted a safe place where I could talk with Mike privately. 

The lake was about a fifteen-minute ride from school. It was not exactly a big lake; rather it was more like a big pond. Being situated away from the town the lake was not frequented much. It was mostly visited by people like us who visited it regularly during summers for swimming or fishing or some younger lovers, looking for a discrete place where they could copulate without any fear of getting caught. It was the best place where one could spend some time without being spotted by outsiders. 

Since our childhood we had explored the entire area near the lake and identified a number of hideouts. Those were totally obscure from casual intruders. Mike and I had been using these hideouts for enjoying our porn magazines, which we had secured with much effort. Many a times we had used our hideout for mutual masturbation. We were not gay, but occasionally it was quite a fun to hold each other cocks and make it cum.

We stopped our bicycles near our secret place. I threw my bag on the ground and sat on a small rock. Mike followed me and sat beside me. He had guessed that I had something important to tell him. 

"So! What is the news?" He watched my expressions changing rapidly with excitement. "You look very excited."

"Yes I am." I replied, it was now impossible to hold it anymore so I blurted out. "I've got my first pussy."

His mouth was agape, he watched me suspiciously. "You mean you really fucked some gal."

"Yeah."

"And when did that happen…?" He still did not believe me.

"During the weekend…"

"O.K." Now he was sure that I was trying to fool him. "So who did you fuck? As far as I know you and your mom were hiking alone."

"You are right." I finally dropped the punch line. "I fucked my mom."

His mouth was now open even wider. He watched me incredulously. "Do you expect me to believe you?" 

"Yes, I fucked my mom, not once but thrice, once on Friday and twice on Saturday."

"You are a fucking liar; I cannot believe you." He said stubbornly. 

"Listen you asshole. I am not lying." I felt little irritated. "Just listen to the full story and then decide whether I am lying or not."

I told him the full story, about our trip, about the goons, my mother's rape and then our escapades during our remaining journey. Mike listened to me attentively; his facial expressions were changing continuously, indicating that he believed my narration. When I finished, he was trembling with excitement, his hands rubbing his crotch.