Clean the damn cages, mop the floors, carry boxes of mice from one place to another, all the other "What, give up show business?" crap that goes with this stupid job. Some day I want to kill those mice. No, not to be cruel, but as a real live lab researcher, helping to find the cure for some disease or another. Right now, though, it's just a summer internship from school, paying virtually nothing.
Me, I'm just going into my senior year at State. My mother has enough money to give me a decent allowance, plus taking care of my plastic charges, so I don't want for cash. I'm not bad looking, play on the football team, but not pro material, and am just looking for a fun set of memories, mostly wet memories, of my college days. So what keeps me in that lousy job, the equivalent of the guy who sweeps up after the elephants?
The people who draw the blood from the rats, inject them with experimental stuff, keep the notebooks that will someday support an FDA application, these people are ninety percent female, young and edible. When I first took the job, I hoped to learn something, but when I got there the first day, I thought I had died and gone to the Mustang Ranch with a free lifetime pass. Well, not really that place, because the girls here in the lab are less jaded; they've got scrubbed faces and are more the bobby sox types.
My eyes bugged out that first morning, but my boss, an old curmudgeon, didn't introduce me to anyone except my mop. My travels around the lab, however, really turned me on, and I was hard all morning. Too soon to ask anyone how any particular experiment worked, or if they would like to experiment with me, my libido did the next best thing; it sent an extra supply of blood to my cock. By lunchtime, it was up to me to make my own introductions. With a full tray from the cafeteria, I scanned the lunchroom, deciding my best bet was to find the largest table of females with a single empty chair.
"Room for one more, ladies?"
"Sure, have a seat."
"Hi, I'm Ron."
"Flo, Trish, Meg, Toni, and I'm Nan. Say hello, girls."
They did, of course. "Am I going to be quizzed on your names, or can I ask you again as we go?"
"Why shouldn't you remember them? I myself just met them, and I remember the names. We all work in different areas. In this place, it's almost a ritual to sit down with people you've never met. Sit down and make a bunch of strangers like you."
They laughed; it was going to be a fun lunch. I especially liked the idea of them being strangers to each other. I had a better chance to screw each of them without the others knowing. Yes, I liked this job. As it turned out, only three were researchers, fresh out of college; the other two were secretaries, just out of high school. Mr. Tubesteak was in heaven. The first day we just shot the breeze. They oohed and ahhed when they heard I was a football player. To them, every player was a star quarterback or running back; they never stopped to think about us bench warmers.
I decided not to make a move on any of them the first day, and so I spent the afternoon doing my regular chores, as well as keeping my eyes open for new fluff. When I got home that evening, my mother was sautéing onions to go on top of steak. She welcomed me with a hug, her body soft as ever. "Hello, Stud, how was the new job today? Did you meet any nice girls?"
"I met a bunch of them, but I hope they're not too too nice."
"OK. mister," she said, squeezing my crotch, "have a ball, but save some of that for me."
"Don't worry, Mom; you'll always be my best girl."
Ever since the night of the day the old man took off with his secretary, I've been fucking Mom. That first time, she was so broken up and angry at the same time that she came on to me. I swear, I made no move on her, even though I'd been hot for her since I first learned what a pecker was for. I actually resisted, would you believe, but not too much. I couldn't believe the idiot would leave a piece of ass like Mom for a plain Jane like his secretary Helen. Mom knew she had that bitch beat hands down, and told me once that she suspected the reason he left was that they used to fight whenever the old man tried to stick it up her ass and maybe the new bitch liked it there. As a result, whatever we did in bed, I never tried that with her. I was able to get it in the back door of about half the girls I fucked; the rest were like Mom, they absolutely were turned off by it. Everything else Mom was game for. I wondered what we would try that night. I wondered if she would even be home, or if she had a date with Nick from her office. They were an item, but still live apart, which was good for me.
As it turned out, Mom stayed home, and we watched some pro football. Lousy game, but what the hell. She still dreams of me getting a pro contract, but I know better. So does she. Out here in the Mountain Time zone, the game was over at about half past ten, a good bedtime if you're planning to get laid.
"Let's use your bed tonight, Stud. Nick and I are taking the day off tomorrow, and he'll be here in the morning. No sense in letting him smell your cologne in my bed."
"As you wish, Madame."
I was washed up and sitting up in my bed when Mom came into the room. She was naked, her perfect 34C's leading the way. That's how she always came to bed. I was hard just expecting her, but my cock jumped when I saw her, just as it always did. Her body was perfect; tits a perfect hand size, a light bush to bury Mr. Tubesteak, round hips for delivering babies (though her tubes were tied) and a beautiful ass. She didn't know how right she was about Helen being willing to take it up the poop chute; I had been fucking her that way for months before she even started working for my father. But she didn't look half as delicious as Mom. Helen was good to fuck; Mom was good to make love to.
Mom didn't say a word; she never did after that first time, except when I tried to back door her before she told me about her hang-up. She just pulled the sheet off me, pushed my knees down flat and sat herself down on my pecker. She was so wet that I slid right in, as always. When she had thrust herself down on me for three or four strokes, pushing the bush, if you will, she finally leaned forward to kiss me. The muscles of her cunt squeezed my cock. My hands kneaded two of the loveliest tits they had ever felt, and I continued to press up into her snatch. She diddled her own clit until one of my hands pushed hers out of the way and took over. As she humped me, her eyes glazed; I had no idea who she was thinking about as we fucked. I know most guys, probably all of us, think of someone else while we fuck. I didn't know about what women think of, but Mom's brain was off somewhere; maybe with my father, maybe Nick, maybe someone for her past.
Her breathing changed to panting and her teeth dug into my shoulder, the signal that she had cum. Her juice leaked down my leg. She hopped off me and gobbled me into her mouth, ignoring my balls, not bothering to lick, just sucking like it would be the last blowjob she ever gave. After a full day of celibacy, I couldn't hold back for long, and quickly shot a load of cum, spurt after spurt, into that beautiful face. Her brain was finally back with me, for she smiled as she drank it all down.
"I've had a tiring day, Ron. Why don't you wait until morning to eat me?"
"Isn't Nick coming over?"
"Not that early, silly."
She is after all my mother. How could I refuse her request? At six in the morning, my tongue was inside her pussy, my mouth was wrapped around her clit, and I was humming it like my mouth was a harmonica. That's her favorite was to wake up, but when she cums that way, she pulls my hair until it hurts. But it's such a nice hurt. She didn't mind my licking at the back door so long as I didn't try to force a finger or cock inside.
When I got to work that morning, the taste of her pussy still in my mouth despite the toothpaste, I was feeling mellow. At the first break, I wandered the building, looking for one of the girls from yesterday's lunch. The first one I spotted was Nan. She was the one who looked virginal; brown hair, sweet face, tight ass, nice tits, a good place to bury my head.
"Oh, you do remember my name."
We bantered a little bit, looking at the clock so as not to be caught goofing off when the break ended. Most astute girls and women know what we want, some of them want it too, and I got a nice, firm yes when I asked her if she would join me for dinner. I showered and changed after work, then picked her up at her apartment. She was ready at the door, greeted me with a friendly kiss, but didn't invite me in. As I said, the old man made a decent settlement with Mom and gives her enough alimony that I could afford a nice restaurant. Here in town it's the Colony Grill, "where the elite meet to eat", and I was known to bring in a nice piece of ass from time to time. Although I'm not yet twenty one, they bend the rules for regular customers, and we had some nice wine with dinner. I had just the right amount of buzz on when we got back to her apartment.
"I'm sorry, Ron, but I'm not ready to invite you in on the first date. Let's see what happens next week." With that, I got a chaste kiss goodnight. I have enough patience and self confidence not to be overtly pissed off, even though inside I was, so I smiled and mumbled some inanity.
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