Second Chance
Chapter 8

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DoOver Sci-fi Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 43 year old Carl watched helplessly as Death came for him in the form of an overloaded produce truck. Suddenly he found himself in the body of a 14 year old boy, injured in the same accident. Now Carl had to learn how to live as Brian and cope with a new life and a loving mother.

Caution: This DoOver Sci-fi Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa   Consensual   Science Fiction   DoOver   Incest   Mother   Son   First   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Petting  

We lingered over the melon and iced tea. Our conversation ranged from the earlier shopping trip, to what she thought of her new job and boss, to what I thought I was going to do with myself when she started working in a few days.

We hadn't talked about sleeping arrangements and I felt she needed to decide if I joined her in her bed, again. As badly as I wanted to sleep with her, I needed to love her enough to let her choose.

It didn't take long and we had the kitchen all ship shape, and started up the stairs. At the top Beth Ann looked at me over her shoulder and kind of twitched her head towards her room, inviting me for another night.

I got warm all over and decided to camp it up just a bit. Joining her at the top step I offered my arm for the walk down the hall. Placing her arm through mine, she batted her eye lashes a bit - into the game, now – and pretended to be a southern belle being escorted to the cotton farmers' cotillion.

Dropping her off at her door, I hurried to my room and washed up, then decided to take a shower in case there was any lingering chlorine odor left from the hot tub. I couldn't smell any but women are far more likely to pick up on that than men, so better safe than sorry, especially in bed with a beautiful, sexy woman.

Clean, dry and presentable, I spritzed just a hint of Old Spice on my neck and chest, and then joined Beth Ann. She was still in her bathroom, with the door a little more than half open, which was a clear invitation to enter, so I announced myself and walked in to find her in a towel, drying her hair. She'd had the same idea to shower off and we'd finished at about the same time.

While she wiped her hair, face and neck with one towel, I entertained myself, dreaming about what she had hidden beneath the other one. Fantasizing about her boobs, bush and butt, had me hard all over again but I didn't try very hard to hide it from Beth Ann. She had seen all of me, and I do mean ALL of me, so there wasn't much reason for modesty, anymore.

When I realized she not only caught me looking but could also plainly see the outline of my erection through my sleeping shorts, I felt slightly embarrassed but wanted to push the limits and see how far I could go.

Thinking quick, I stepped behind Beth Ann, took the towel out of her hand and started to dry her hair for her. That got me closer and allowed more intimate contact. I told her how pretty she looked and was rewarded with another traffic stopping smile. It made me flush and squirm just a little. I think I could have gotten away with French kissing her right then but chickened out.

With her hair sufficiently dry, I took her brush from the vanity and gently brushed her silky, black hair. It is such an erotic treat when a man properly grooms a woman and I knew from personal experience that it frequently earns a sexy reward. That was my plan. I wanted Beth Ann aroused, needy and grateful all at once. I asked her something, a leading question, about Brian's father and she seemed happy to oblige.

We talked about the time before Brian was born and where they'd lived and non-consequential things until I led the conversation to their marriage. Beth Ann seemed to not hold anything back.

"Bruce was an enigma from the start. He was neither tall, nor handsome, but had a presence about him that attracted me from the beginning. He worked in the bank. It was my first job right out of college and I bumped into him during orientation. He was coming out of a meeting suite, I was thinking more about my notes than where I was going and we collided in the hall.

"His look and his position in the bank were a bit of a turn on, so I said "yes," when about a week later he asked me to lunch. We were very comfortable together but he always withheld a bit of himself, making him seem far more mysterious than he was. I can tell you that if you ever want to attract a woman, just act a little mysterious or a little dangerous and they'll be lusting for you in no time.

"That's what happened to me. Bruce took me to the museum and a concert and then he asked if I'd go with him to Minneapolis for a romantic weekend away. I knew we would be sharing a room and that meant we'd be sharing a bed and he'd be sharing my body. The idea of going off with a man on a weekend getaway was so exciting that I agreed before I realized I'd just promised him my virginity.

"That scared me but I wasn't willing to risk our relationship by backing out, so we finished work early on Friday, drove to South Minneapolis, near the airport and checked into a nice hotel.

When we go to our room, Bruce threw our bags on the sofa and then grabbed me. He just about crushed me in a bear hug. I think he thought that passed for foreplay. His hands were everywhere and it was like he was out of control.

"He kept pawing my breasts through my blouse until I was afraid he would ruin it. To save it I broke the embrace and took it off. Seeing me undressing seemed to set him off and he stripped so fast I never got a good look at him before he had me on my back. He was so aroused; he just tore my panties off and hurt me before I could warn him I was a virgin.

"Almost before I knew what we were doing, he was finished and he left his mess all over me. I have always wondered if he'd had so very little experience he didn't know how to properly be with a woman, or if he was just that self-centered. He pulled out of me and without even a kiss, cleaned up and turned on the TV to watch a golf match.

"I was crushed. I was in pain and I was baffled by his behavior. Everything I'd ever read said that sex was supposed to be warm and wet and gentle. With Bruce it was hard, hurtful, dry and messy. I really couldn't see what all the fuss was about but I did think I understood why Mother had been so reluctant to talk about it.

"After dinner we went to a movie but Bruce was anxious to get back to the hotel for another round of sex. I was too sore but he didn't give me a chance to tell him that. He just pushed me down, pulled my panty hose off and shoved himself in dry. If anything, it hurt even worse than the first time but he seemed to love it. Once again he was done before I could begin to enjoy anything and this time he rolled off me and in seconds, started to snore. He snored all night and in the morning he wasn't any more loving, just in a hurry to check out and head home.

"Once he got what he wanted I wasn't important anymore. That would have been the end of us if I hadn't discovered I was pregnant with you when I missed my period the next week. Bruce was furious but the bank wouldn't have liked him knocking up an employee and leaving her hung out to dry, so we had a nice little wedding a month later and we pretty much tip toed around one another until you came along.

"After I delivered you, we discovered I couldn't have any more children, so it was good we'd had a boy. Whatever was missing in our relationship took even more of a backseat once you were born. Bruce really never wanted a wife but he desperately wanted a son and I thought things would get better between us after your birth but we just had no spark. We weren't comfortable together and to avoid being alone together we got really good at setting up circumstances so we didn't spend much time alone, if any.

"Bruce lost interest in you before you turned one but we struggled along, year after year, pretending because we thought you wouldn't notice that your parents barely talked and never touched. He was gone so much, it was like I raised you alone and I prayed you would be happy without a father to play with, talk to, or learn from.

"Eventually he started to run around behind my back. That went on until he got the next one pregnant and had to divorce me to marry her, to avoid trouble with the bank. The bank was great to me. I needed to move away from Bruce and the bank made it incredibly easy. They double matched my 401K, extended my health insurance plan for forty-eight extra months and gave me twelve months full salary to help us get started here. I get why they'd do that. They were afraid it would reflect badly on them if we went through an ugly, public divorce, so paying me was a far better solution.

"I guess I'm just not very sexy," she said in the saddest voice. He faraway look broke my heart and I knew she was crazy to think that because sexy should be her middle name. Wanting to comfort her, I hugged her from behind and accidentally bumped my erect penis against her back. I apologized as if that were really no big thing and continued brushing her hair.

"For a long time I thought it was me. I thought that if I acted sexier he would love me more. I bought books on how to turn on a man and tried some of the things they suggested but Bruce rarely even noticed. I tried push up bras, sexy underwear, candlelight dinners and an X rated movie but he was just not interested.

"I even tried to ... touch myself in front of him, thinking it would get him in the mood. I was mortified trying to act sexy to excite my husband." She was near tears and I gently comforted her. "Even though I was willing to try something so foreign to me, he wouldn't even acknowledge it. I only did that one time and he laughed at me. It hurt me so bad; I never tried to entice him again. We could have been good together. I'm not a dog, he shouldn't have kicked me like that."

I brushed her hair silently for quiet little while and then Beth Ann looked at me in the mirror and asked, "Brian, I want to change the subject. When Rebecca asked you for a sperm sample, did you immediately know what that meant and what you would have to do to give it to her, or did you figure it out in stages, like me?"

Swallowing to buy some time to think about my answer, I said, "Nah. I knew. I wanted to pretend I didn't and hoped she would talk herself out of asking me to ... take matters into my own hands, but I knew." Beth Ann smoothly switched topics and I thought that having just shared with me the humiliation of trying to masturbate for her husband in a desperate attempt to save her marriage, changing the topic made a lot of sense, so I went along.

She contemplated my answer for a little while then asked, "Please don't be embarrassed, or shy about this but do you have to do that a lot – take care of yourself that way? I know everybody has to once in a while, but I have never trusted someone enough to talk about this and we seem able to talk about anything, I hope we can talk plainly about sex.

"You don't have any relationship with your father and my daddy isn't here to give you "the talk," so it's just going to be you and me, and I have to put my squeamishness to talk with you about sexual things aside, and do better than my mother did with me." Nervousness showed all over face, betraying her confident words.

Measuring my words, carefully I said, "I am embarrassed talking about sex generally but not with you. Even if I am, you're right, we have something so much better than any of my friends ever had with their parents. So go ahead and ask whatever and I'll try to be as honest as I can manage." My heart was beating pretty fast as I contemplated what we were about to discuss and I knew if I handled it right, we'd move our relationship way ahead, which I desperately wanted.

"I've never had "the talk." Your grandmother was far too shy to share even the slightest bit of motherly wisdom when it came to sex. Some days I wondered how in the world I ever came to be born. Mother was that backward about it.

"Just before we got married, Mother took me aside and asked me if I knew what to expect on my wedding night. She was so uptight, I couldn't bring myself to torture her, so I said that the health education nurses at school had given us girls plenty of information and I felt confident that it was enough to get through my honeymoon.

"That thrilled Mother. She hugged me and told me how happy she was that we'd had this important conversation and just about ran out of my room. That was the only discussion of sex I have ever had, with anyone, ever.

"So, do you have to take care of yourself very often?"

"Um ... pretty much, yeah. I'm a guy, after all. It's what we do."

"Does that mean every day, a couple times a week, or more? As far as I know Bruce never seemed to be aroused except about three times the whole time we were together. He certainly never had much of a sex drive but you seem to be interested a lot, which seems much more normal to me. How often do you have to get relief?"

I laughed, suddenly embarrassed. This went far faster than I thought it would. "I guess I want relief every day. Sometimes more than once. Don't laugh but my record is eight times in eight hours. I was sore for days. Oh my, was I sore." We both laughed but I'm not sure she completely understood the down-and-dirty details I referenced.

"Please don't make fun of me. You asked and I want us to be completely open with one another and not be afraid to tell the truth. I would be crushed if you get me to tell you these things then laugh at me."

"Never." Beth was as serious as I had ever seen her. "Brian you the most important thing in my life and anything important to you is important to me. Anything we talk about is strictly between us and I hope you know how seriously I take that promise. Hopefully you are just as serious about keeping this in confidence."

"I am. I really, REALLY am. Don't worry about me ever talking out of school. That's never happening. I love you too and wouldn't hurt you for any reason, ever."

Satisfied that we had an understanding about confidentiality, Beth Ann went in for the kill. I thought I'd have to walk, step by step, to this point, but she beat me there. "Brian – do you need to ... you know ... take care of yourself, now? It looks like you have been aroused for a while and if you do, I completely understand. You don't need to be in misery just because we're home together. If you need relief, then that's what you need and I understand, especially after seeing how difficult things were for you at the doctor."

She was so sweet. Her face was so sincere and she did truly believe what she was saying. I couldn't play games here. "Um ... I kind of do ... you know, what you said. I kind of need relief. Please don't laugh. It is SO hard for a guy to have this conversation with his mother but you are different and I trust you, so, yeah. I definitely could."

That seemed to please her and perplex her. She thought it over before responding and when she did, she blew me away. "Honey. Would you mind letting me see you do it? Other than some stupid movie I have no real experience. Just like you, I'm afraid of being laughed at, but we are in this together and I thought, maybe, you wouldn't think I was just awful and understand and like me enough to – well – let me watch."

WOW. Beth Ann wanted to watch me beat off. Of course that is perfect! It moves us so much closer to full sex. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

"OK, but, no laughing. You promised." My dick wanted to rip a big hole in my shorts and make a nest inside her, so badly; I was so aroused I feared the sudden shift of blood to my crotch would cause me to pass out.

"Yes, Baby. I promise." She squirmed just enough so that I knew she was as aroused as I was. "How do you want to do this," she asked?

"Well. Let's go in the bedroom where we can sit on the bed and be comfortable." She thought that was fine and we walked together to the bed. Beth Ann was still wrapped in her towel and all I wore were my loose sleeping shorts. I did grab a wash cloth from the towel rack on my way by, to catch the results of my demonstration. No sense making a mess all over the bed.

She made herself comfortable on the bed and I stopped to look at her. We were at the embarrassment point. I had to drop my shorts to masturbate and she was going to watch me do it. For a few seconds we stared at each other then I reached for the waistband of my shorts and asked, "Are you sure? You won't hate me for doing this, will you? I can take a lot but I don't think I could survive you hating me."

"Oh, Baby. I could never hate you. Don't even think I could. It's impossible." Her eyes were dancing. She was as into this as I was and it was up to me to make the first major move, so I pushed my fingers under the waist of my shorts and slid them down, unveiling my erection to her hungry eyes.

I was so hard I feared I would cum before I got started, so I slowly ran my hand up and down the shaft, pulling the skin tighter and showing off the crown of my dick and the shiny, pre-cum, at the tip. Beth Ann's eyes grew wide as she watched me touch myself. Involuntarily she placed one hand against her boobs, outside the towel and with the other she pressed down against her pussy, also outside her towel.

We were transfixed, together. She watching me erotically pleasure myself. Me watching her, watching me. It was perfect. Far better than I could hope. My dick seemed to have grown bigger than it ever had been as I stroked myself for Beth Ann.

Then I had a thought. I stepped just a little closer, said, "Hey. I need something to look at for inspiration," and pulled her towel away from her breasts, letting it drop in her lap. Oh, my gosh, she was beautiful. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass and I wanted them between my teeth so bad, I ached.

Without thinking I reached out and lightly pinched her left nipple, causing her to twitch, lean forward and groan. My dick was ready to burst and I straightened up just a bit and let the tip brush against her other nipple.

That was the end and I came all over her left breast. Rope after rope of cum splattered her breast and chest but mostly her breast because we were so close together. I reached my free hand forward and started to rub my cum all over her breast, especially on her nipple, tweaking it to bring her closer to the edge. The combination of seeing me masturbate and then watching and feeling my cum on her boob, sent her rocketing into climax.

It was impressive. Beth Ann moaned, shook and quivered, panted, squealed and clenched her jaws together, as the waves of pleasure kept coming.

Just as her orgasm seemed to be petering out, I rubbed the head of my dick hard against her right nipple and squeezed her left one, pulling it out to elevate the sensations. Beth Ann looked deeply into my eyes, as she surrendered, once again to her hedonistic pleasure.

Out of breath, Beth Ann eventually leaned back and looked down at her cum covered breasts. She stared at herself for a while, then looked at my still rampant erection and started to giggle.

OK. I wasn't expecting that. Ask yourself what to expect when you give the girl of your dreams the climax from her deepest, darkest fantasy, and laughing about it isn't the expected outcome. She saw my confusion and reacted immediately. "Baby. I am NOT laughing at you. I am not laughing about what we did.

"Sweetie, I'm so sorry. I have never cum like this before. Never, and all you did was touch my breasts. Oh my goodness, what have I been missing out on all these years?

"Please don't get the wrong idea. You gave me something I didn't know existed. It was spectacular and I hope you enjoyed it too, but from the look of this thing, maybe not.' She inclined her head towards my hard dick to make her point.

"No," I said. "It felt wonderful. Wonderful. It felt so good, I am still way aroused. Please don't think I didn't enjoy what just happened. Because I did. It was so good I probably will have to take care of myself again so I can fall asleep, tonight." It was true. There was no way I could sleep as turned on as I was. Beth Ann's boobs were exquisite and she left them on display even after climaxing, which meant she felt comfortable being nude with me. The possibilities just got greater.

My cum was still dripping off her right boob, so I took the hand towel and carefully wiped the evidence off. I did it as much for an excuse to touch her breasts again, as to clean her up and I'm sure she knew it from the wry smile she gave me. Oh, how I wanted to suck those hard nipples! If I was patient, I had no doubt, now, that I would be dining on her breasts, pussy and bottom, very soon. I just had to let her come along at her pace, and not rush things and turn her off.

There was still some evidence of my climax on her right nipple and without thinking, I leaned in and licked it up, causing her to shiver harder than ever. My teeth got into the act and I bit down gently on her right nipple, while pinching the left one. It was Heavenly and I wanted to continue bringing her pleasure, forever.

I could tell she wasn't going to come again solely from breast foreplay and didn't want to ruin things for the future, so I licked and sucked a little bit more and smiled with her nipple still in my mouth, before withdrawing. Beth Ann was still smiling when I finally released her nipple, with a pop. I hadn't blown it.

She needed to clean herself up and I followed her into the bathroom. Beth Ann looked over shoulder at me for a long moment, shrugged and let her towel drop to the floor, baring her whole body to my hungry eyes. It was almost too much. I could feel another climax coming and grabbed my dick at the base to head it off.

That confused Beth Ann and she looked a question at me. "I don't want to just cum," I said. "I like to enjoy the buildup and hold back until it it's amazing."

She seemed to contemplate that for a few seconds and finally said, "You'll have to show me what you mean, sometime."

"Maybe a little later when I can lie down and really get into it." There was no reason for modesty, any longer. We were naked, together, comfortable showing our true selves, even something as private as making myself cum, without shame, or embarrassment. Her pussy was red like it would be if she was aroused and I could see the evidence of moisture on her hair. The lips were mostly hidden by her pubic hair but the outline was clear and I knew I'd be inside her before long.

Patience was the most important thing, now. Beth Ann needed to set the pace and come to the conclusion that she wanted everything with me. Forcing it at this point would be tragic for our future sex life, together. Besides, I was standing in the bathroom, staring at her naked pussy and she was letting me. It was fabulous! I couldn't wait to taste her.

She finished up and used the toilet. I did the same and we went to bed, together, naked, like lovers, not mother and son. I spooned up behind her and let her feel my hard cock but didn't try to do anything other than cuddle. She tried to settle down but finally rolled onto her back and said, "I know you need to take of things. It's OK. Go ahead and rub yourself. I'll lay here and watch."

That's all it took. I had brought another wash cloth with me, and retrieved it from the side of the bed. My erection fit my hand perfectly and Beth Ann watched with rapt attention, taking in every detail, as I gently worked my dick into a sexual frenzy, culminating in yet another volcanic climax.

Just before I came, I felt my dick expand as I got ready to ejaculate. Beth Ann's eyes grew wide as I captured all my spend in the cloth and held it in place until the after tremors of climax expelled all the semen my testicles held.

Sated, I relaxed and sighed. Beth Ann giggled and said, "Too bad we weren't thinking ahead. You'll have to do this all over again in the morning, to give your sample to Rebecca."

She thought she was so funny, so I came back with, "Yep. And you'll have to be my inspiration, again. Think your tender, virgin eyes will be able to handle this all over again, tomorrow?"

"Ohhh. I can handle it but I can't promise not to join you next time." Why hadn't I thought to invite her to masturbate along with me? I was so stupid.

"You can join me anytime. I would LOVE for you to love me enough to let me see you that way. I thought it was going to be really hard to make myself come for you, but it wasn't. Once I knew you weren't going to freak out and run screaming, doing it, cumming for you was special. It was like giving you the most private gift I have and knowing you won't spit it back in my face. Thank you for being with me this way."

She smiled and said, "No. Thank you for loving me enough to show me this part of a man. I'll never be able to thank you enough for this. Never."

We hugged and I spooned up to her, once more and stroked her back until she slept. Sometime later I fell asleep and didn't know another thing until morning.

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