Responsibility Ch. 29

Thanks for reading my story, and I hope you enjoy it! Comments and suggestions are very much welcome. * I would like to start with how this story came about and who I am. My name is Keven, I'm 5'-10" and in decent shape. When I was born my mother died during childbirth of me. My father was starting out as a long-haul trucker. He got remarried to a very young lady named Abby, she was 18 at the time. 2 Yrs. later my father was killed in a truck accident. We only had each other no other family. I am 18 now. Mom raised me by herself, we did get some money from the insurance but mom being so young we got screwed by the insurance company. She was smart enough to use the money to buy a small house with 5 acres of land in the woods. It had a stream that went thru a pond. It also had an inground pool. Mom's friend Kelly, helped her get a job at a restaurant. She never went out with anyone; she just took care of me. She had some friends (all female about her age) that would co...

This story makes more sense if you read the first chapter. But it still works on its own! * We had a good laugh together as we walked up the jetway into the terminal area as we realized that we were on the same flight to Sydney in a few hours. Even though we had been sitting side by side yakking away for almost five hours, we had never gotten round to talking about what lay ahead. Mind you, given that about two hours ago she had been sucking my cock and swallowing all my cum as we flew along and that I had made her cum three times by rubbing her clit and stroking her G-spot with my fingers, we could be forgiven for not focussing on the future! It had been quite a flight. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to just take her hand as we strolled along the seemingly endless path from the domestic side of the terminal to the international departures area. Normally it just drives me nuts to repeatedly show my boarding pass and passport, stand in line for more security screen...

All characters in this story are over 18 years old and are not based on any real person. This is a story about Mark, and his mother, Rebecca. Mark is 24 years old, a good looking, virile, young man. Graduate in computer sciences. A self-employed I.T. consultant. He is still living at home as he finds it convenient and he's not yet found anyone he wants to share his life with, other than his mother Rebecca is 43 years old, a very attractive lady with a great figure. Divorced. Great sense of humour. Very sexy. Rebecca has been divorced for 10 years. She married Mark's father when she was 19, as she was pregnant with Mark. Her relationship with Mark's father had never really been a loving one, they had only been going together for three months when she found that she was pregnant. Their liking for sex, was the only thing they really had in common, but they'd struggled on, with the marriage becoming more and more uncomfortable, until divorce was the only sensible answer. ...

I woke up the next morning and brought my fingers to my lips. They were still tingling from the night before, when I kissed my boss Carson for the first time. I ran my hand along my jawline and remembered his soft and scratchy beard against my face and remembered his rugged hands pulling my body against his. I had to get up -- I was getting too excited before work. Carson didn't come in until noon that day. The office was quiet without him, and I got good at finishing my work quickly, so this was the summer I not only dated my boss, but also became a crossword master. I completed two whole crossword books that summer. When Carson came in, it was business as usual. We kept it professional the entire day, until we stepped outside the office to lock up. "I had a great time last night," Carson said with a genuine smile. "Me too," I said. "You're not a bad date." "Yeah?" he said, laughing. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me in to a ki...