My mom got pregnant with me when she was in high school, so there's not much of an age difference between the two of us. When we go out shopping together we're often mistaken for sisters, rather than mother and daughter. My father was never really in the picture, he was a classmate of hers a bit of a stoner and just went around spraying his seed in every girl he could get drunk or stoned.

My mom met a great guy named Greg a couple years ago at a PTA meeting. Greg is funny and smart, he owns his own computer business in town and treats my mom and I really well. He also has a daughter, Sunny, from a previous marriage.

My mom's bedroom is on the other side of the wall from mine, so the first time Greg slept over (about 2-weeks after they started dating) I could hear them going at it. They tried not to make much noise, I kept hearing one or the other saying "Sh!, we need to be quiet" or muffled moans and cries, but they couldn't stop the headboard from banging rhythmically against my wall.

I know my mom hasn't been celibate all these years, but to have them fucking under my roof was weird. Hearing her tell him how nice his cock was, or that he was going deeper than anyone ever had was just gross. The next morning was so awkward. Greg must have gotten up early, because he was gone when I came down for breakfast. Mom had this been smile on her face and was all happy. When she asked me how I had slept I told her I didn't - I couldn't sleep with all the moaning and banging on my wall. She didn't even seem embarrassed, she just smiled more and walked away drinking her coffee.

This same type of thing has gone on 2-3 times a week for the past few years. Some nights mom will stay out until early morning with him (she must be getting it at his place) and I've even come down to breakfast to find Greg there making pancakes or waffles or something gross that I wont eat. But everything got really weird last night...

I graduated a couple weeks ago and have already started pulling my crap together for college. I'm heading off to a small state university 200 miles away. Luckily, I did well in school both academically and in sports so I've got a full float for all 4-years. Last night I came in late from work (I'm a cashier at the local Wal-Mart, yeah me) and walked in to find Greg in the kitchen making a sandwich. He and mom had been spending the evening together when she got called into work (she's an RN and is on call for certain types of emergencies).

He and I chatted for a bit and decided to watch a movie, we had just gotten the new Oz so I changed in my comfy shorts and an old t-shirt and we sat on the couch. Throughout the movie Greg kept making comments about the witches - how hot each of them looked, how much my mom and I reminded him of the two sisters, how much sexier they were than Glinda the Good.

When Mila Kunis' character Theodora was transformed by her sister into the Wicked Witch of the West he started talking about how much sexier she looked, even in the green makeup and long nose. Greg even went so far as to pause the movie so we could discuss her outfit. I really hadn't spent any time alone with Greg, so I wasn't sure if this was normal for him. I knew it was annoying, but maybe it's just what guys do????????

When the movie ended Greg looked at me and said he thought I would have made a much better Wicked Witch than Mila Kunis. I asked him why and he looked at me, smiled, and said I was much prettier than her and had a much nicer body. I know BS when I hear it, but to have an adult tell me I was pretty and had a nice body was still a compliment. We chatted a bit more about the movie, but Greg kept coming back to how I would have looked so much better than Mila.

At one point he excused himself for a minute, when he came back he had my mother's black bustier. He held it up to me and said, "Yup, you would fill this out so much better than Mila did, even with her push up bra." I argued for a bit, and Greg finally said I should put it on and I would see. So I went to the hall bathroom, took off my t-shirt and put on the black bustier. It was a bit small for me, so my breasts filled the top, almost to overflowing. I called out through the door that he was still wrong, Mila looked much better. But he wouldn't let it go and asked me to come out.

When I went back tot he living room he had brought the movie to a scene in Mumchkinland where the Wicked Witch faces Glinda and you get a great profile view of Mila Kunis. Greg smiled and told me I looked beautiful. Then he pointed to the TV and said Mila Kunis couldn't hold a candle to me. As I stood there looking at the TV Greg approached and took my hand. He said if he had been Oz he never would have cared about the Emerald City or the gold, he would only have had eyes for me. When I said you mean Theodora, he leaned in and kissed me on the lips and said "No, you!"

He kissed me deeper and more passionately than I had ever been kissed by any boy at school. His hands not just pulling me tight, but holding my head, cupping my back and pulling me into his embrace. I know I shouldn't have done it. I know it was so wrong. But suddenly this man I barely knew had complete control over me and I was ok with that.

As we kissed he pushed me slowly backwards until my knees hit the end of the sofa, then I was suddenly sitting and looking up at him. He leaned down and started kissing my neck and shoulders, down over the material of the bustier over my breasts. Then he knelled between my legs and pushed me back. I could feel his hot breath on my thighs, then hips lips on my knees, the inside of my thighs, then he was pulling my shorts aside and his lips were on my pussy. He was licking my clit, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue was opening me, dipping inside, sliding up and down. I had never felt anything like it.

I felt him tug my shorts down and then his mouth was back on me, licking and sucking. I was no virgin, but no boy had aver done more down there than a couple hesitant licks. Greg worked on my pussy for nearly twenty minutes before my orgasm washed over me, making me jerk and strain. He tried to keep going, but I was way too sensitive. As I started to recover from my orgasm I looked up to see him standing there, his pants down around his ankle and his hard cock in hand. Leaning forward I wrapped my hand around his cock and brought it to my mouth. He was circumcised and it was obvious he kept himself clean.

I closed my lips over the head and began licking and sucking just the head. I could hear him moaning as I worked another inch into my mouth and as the spit came began to suck up and down the length. I don't have much experience with blowjobs either (I'm no slut) but I could take a good bit of his cock and worked it like Cosmo said I should. His moans told me I was doing good. I was getting worried about him cuming (never had a guys cum in my mouth) when he pulled out and pushed me back on the sofa.

Mom has had me on birth control pills since I started getting my period, so I wasn't worried about getting pregnant. Still, he was thoughtful enough and pulled a condom out of his pants and put it on. Unlike the one boy I let fuck me, Greg took his time, working the head of his cock up and down my slit until we were both good and lubricated. When he slipped into me I thought I had gone to heaven.

We fucked like that for a couple minutes before he stiffened and moaned. I knew he was coming from the way his hips jerked and he grunted. When he pulled out he leaned forward and kissed me again, then walked off to the bathroom.

I lay there staring at the ceiling, naked except for my mother's black bustier. My juices running from my pussy onto the leather sofa cushion. I had no idea what this meant. How, or if this would change our relationship. If we had one. I did know this would kill my mother if she ever found out. When Greg came back from the bathroom he was dressed and had run some water through his hair. He asked me to take the bustier off so he could return it to my mother's closet. So, I sat there naked for a bit, just thinking.

When he left for the night he kissed me one more time and told me how beautiful I was and how special our night together had been. I knew what we did was wrong when he asked me to keep it our little secret. Then he went a step further and smiled and said we might be able to do this again next time my mother worked late.

Mom came in from work this morning and we had breakfast together. I didn't say anything to her about what Greg and I had done. I don't know if I should. I don't know if I can. I do know I liked how he made me feel when we were fucking, but not how he treated me after. I know it's wrong. But I want to do it again. I want to put on my mother's black bustier and paint my face up with green makeup and make Oz fuck me again.