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By Kinkybelle
It was brought to my attention by an astute reader that I messed up. In the first part of this story I identified Timmy as being 13 years old. In the next two parts I had him at 14. The correct age should be 13, and I apologize for the mix up. Unfortunately, this site doesn't provide any ability to go back and correct such mistakes, so we'll just have to adjust our mindsets as best we can and muddle on ahead. Sorry for the confusion.
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I was worried that my husband might be able to smell traces of our son's cum on me, so I decided it would be prudent to take a shower before bed. I cursed myself for the hundredth time for being so stupid. Why was I risking a great 17-year marriage to a wonderful man, whom I loved now as dearly as the day I first fell in love with him, for the perverse thrill of molesting my own teen sons?
I tried to lose myself in the spray of hot water caressing my naked body, but my mind wouldn't stop thinking about it all. Things were moving too fast. I was acting without concern for the consequences. This wasn't like me at all. I was always careful and calculated. I was never the wild one, or the spontaneous one, and definitely never the kinky one. All I needed to do was begin reasserting my mental discipline and get this thing under control.
First, I needed to take stock of exactly what I'd done over the past few days – maybe, when looked at objectively, it wasn't as bad as I was making it out to be. It all started at the beginning of last week when I was working in the back yard and accidentally glanced into my 16-year-old son's bedroom and saw him masturbating. At first I was upset, but then I became intrigued. I purposely spied on him several times, peeking into his window from outside. Intrigue quickly became arousal, and by the end of that week I was sneaking out to his window wearing sweat pants and no panties so I could easily slide my hand down between my legs and play with myself while I secretly watched him jerking off and cumming. This was wrong, but he was none the wiser, which is how I should have left things.
Instead, I had an irresistible urge to be physically closer to my son while he was pleasuring himself. For some selfishly warped reason, I desperately wanted to be a part of Nick's sexual experience. I concocted a plan to use his cum rag as an excuse to discuss his masturbation habits, and ended up convincing him that there was no need to hide his private activities from his loving mother. He trusted me, and went ahead and jerked off while I sat next to him and watched. I admit that I did get swept up in the moment and bared my breasts to encourage him, which may have been taking things too far. I got so incredibly turned on that as soon as I could I hurried up to my own bedroom and got myself off several times. This whole thing was obviously inappropriate, but still relatively harmless. I might have manipulated the situation to serve my burgeoning perverted lusts, but nobody was being forced, and we both got a great deal of pleasure out of the encounter.
I might not be feeling so distressed about what I was doing if I hadn't let things go beyond that level of intimacy. The very next day, I found myself giving my boy a helping handjob. It seemed like a perfectly reasonable thing to do at the time, but once the horny fog cleared I knew I'd definitely crossed the line. I could just about manage to trick myself into justifying the two of us showing off our bodies in front of each other, but I was clearly guilty of molesting my son the second I grabbed his erect cock with salacious intent. The difficulty was that even though I knew it was wrong, the feeling of his manhood erupting in my pumping fist, and seeing the expression of joyful bliss on his face, gave me a rush that infused me with a sense of fulfillment like I'd never quite known before. What's worse is that the realization that I'm sexually abusing my child only gets me more aroused. I needed to contend with the possibility that I'm a serious sicko.
The soreness of my pussy suddenly broke into my thoughts and I became aware that I had tucked a finger up inside my soapy vagina at some point during my musings. Not only had I been abusing my son, I'd also been abusing my own pussy. I promised myself I would keep my hands off of myself for a day or two and let it recover. This was proving more difficult than I had expected. I forced myself to stop fondling my twat and focused instead on my sudsy tits.
I told myself that I was going to slow things down, maybe even put a stop to it all for a time, so we could both come to terms with what was happening. That plan quickly went out the window when Nick came home from school earlier today and found me in the kitchen naked from the waist down. Well, it was too late at that point – the pussy was out of the bag. One thing led to another and next thing I knew I was sprawled out on his bed completely naked. I shamelessly masturbated in front of him while he watched and jacked off. I practically commanded him to shoot his cum on my tits, and got him to rub his cock all over my face while I frigged myself off to a mind-blowing climax. My son not only saw his mother's naked cunt, but he also witnessed me finger myself to orgasm…twice. And if that had been the worst thing I'd done for one day, I might have been able to deal with it.
Earlier, before I put on a live porn show for my older boy, I'd discovered that my younger one was stealing my dirty panties and jacking off on them. I was surprised, but I wasn't upset. I should have felt violated and disgusted by his behavior, but instead I actually found it oddly flattering. I made a misguided gesture and left a 'fresh' pair of used underwear for him. By the time I realized what a mistake that was, it was too late. I went to his room to get my panties back, but walked in on him humping his pillow with my dirty undies in his mouth. I couldn't say anything because he knew I was the one who'd left them for him to use. Since I'd already lost the moral high ground, I just went ahead and dug myself down deeper. I let my 13-year-old, who's not more than three or four months into puberty, sniff the panties I was wearing while he was rubbing one out onto another pair of my panties. And just to make sure I was pegging the needle on the depravity scale, I stuck my fingers in my twat-hole and had him taste his own mother's pussy off of them. The fact that he absolutely loved it doesn't make it right.
God damn it! My hand had once again found its way down to my crotch. What was going on with me? I'd never been so perpetually horny in my life. It was like there was some new hormone suddenly pumping through me that had me thinking about sex around the clock. It was also apparently sapping my ability to make responsible decisions when it came to my sons. I could only imagine what they must think of me after what I'd done with them. At the beginning of the week I was just plain old mom as far as they were concerned. Now I was some kind of wanton, cock-craving seductress luring them into committing unnatural acts of incestuous debauchery. I was all but inviting them to lose respect for me as a parent, and corrupting the loving trust that should form the foundation of a mother's bond with her child. Intellectually I knew I needed to find a way to back off and get things back to the way they're supposed to be, but on every other level all I wanted was my sons' cocks.
I rinsed off and got out of the shower. Maybe I was just still high on all the orgasms I'd had that day and a good night's sleep would put me in a more rational state of mind. I'd just have to do my best not to think about it for the rest of the evening, and simply act like everything was normal. I quickly dried myself, threw on a pair of comfy yoga pants and a pull-over top which was thick enough so it wasn't obvious I didn't have a bra on. Once I finished blow-drying my hair I headed downstairs to the family room.
My husband Evan was stretched out on the sofa flipping between channels, watching four things at once. I went and gave him a kiss, then settled down on the love seat.
"You want the remote?" he offered.
"I'll watch whatever you're watching." I grabbed the fleece throw blanket and spread it over my lap and tried to zone out to whatever was on the TV.
I found myself trying to remember the last time he and I had watched a porno movie together. The little video store where he used to get them closed down at least ten years ago, so it had definitely been a while. One night a few years back when we had the house to ourselves I'd asked if he wanted to watch one on pay-per-view, but he couldn't get past the idea of paying $9.99 for a watered-down, 45-minute porn movie. I wasn't particularly into the movies either, but I liked the naughtiness of it and how excited he got watching them. We always ended up having a great fuck after (or even during) the movie.
I fantasized about him putting one on the TV right then, taking his dick out, and stroking off there on the sofa. I secretly touched myself under the blanket, then realized what I was doing and pulled my hand away. I was a certified hot mess. I needed something to take my filthy mind off of sex.
"Hey, Mom." Nick said as he walked in. So much for that plan. "S'up, Dad. What're we watching?"
"A hundred and fifty bucks a month for this crap and nothing good's on," his father grumbled.
"Cool," Nick responded. It was obvious to me that his mind was on something else. He planted himself next to me on the love seat, even though there was an empty chair, and plenty of open floor space where he'd be more comfortable.
My foolish heart went pitter-patter as if I were a doe-eyed adolescent girl who was excited that the cute boy had chosen to sit next to her. I contemplated whether or not I should start shopping around for a therapist.
"Man, it's cold in here," Nick complained to no one in particular and stole half of my blanket.
I suspected he was up to something, but then I dismissed the thought, chalking it up to my own one-track mind. Then I felt his hand on my leg.
My sneaky son stared innocently at the TV as it jumped from one channel to the next and squeezed my thigh. The only thing to do in this situation was to firmly move his hand away and let him know that it wasn't the time or the place for such shenanigans. Instead, I sat quietly while my pulse sped up. His hand moved a little higher and squeezed. All I did was bite my thumb and check to see if my husband was paying any attention to us.
Evan had paused in his surfing for a news story about copyright infringement in Russia, and didn't appear to notice what his son was up to with his wife only a few feet away. Nick's hand boldly advanced up my leg another few inches. If I let him get away with one more move like that he'd be squeezing my coochie next. Beneath the blanket, I placed my hand on top of his and held it there, letting him know that he'd gone far enough.
Everything was calm then, except for an occasional squirm or squeeze from Nick. It was actually kind of nice to be snuggled close with my boy again like when he was little. My fond, maternal memories were interrupted when that boy took hold of my hand and drew it toward his own crotch. I was about to pull back as soon as I realized what he was doing, but before I could I felt his naked erection. Somehow he'd managed to pull his cock out of his pants.
Before I knew it, my hand had reflexively taken hold of his shaft. Oh God, this was bad. What was he thinking? If his father noticed I was playing with his dick right next to him in the living room all hell would break loose. I checked again to see if my husband was at all aware that something funny was going on. Once I confirmed that he was still absorbed in whatever was on the television, I gave Nick's penis a few good tugs.
He was still pretending to watch TV and had an ear to ear grin on his face. Again, I went ahead and took the path of least responsibility and began subtlety massaging his prick with one hand, making sure my movements weren't obvious. Nick sighed contentedly and relaxed against me, resting his head on my shoulder.
After a few minutes of cautiously playing with his cock it was becoming very hot under that blanket. The hand I was using to squeeze and rub him was warm and sweaty. My own crotch was heated and moist. As much of a precarious thrill as fondling a dick practically under my husband's nose without him knowing was, it was also maddeningly frustrating because I couldn't do anything with all the horniness that was building up inside me. It was divine torture.
I was thankful when I felt Nick's hand slip beneath my shirt. His hand tickled the skin of my side. His motions were hesitant, as if he was giving me the opportunity to push his hand away. I considered it, but I desperately needed to be touched. His hand inched higher. It was only fair, after all, for me to let him feel my boobs. I was touching his penis, for goodness sake, so why shouldn't he get to touch my tits?
Nick's hand crept higher and finally found its goal. My son was actually holding one of my boobs. He clutched it gently, and I could tell that his palms were sweaty as well. The blanket was only covering us from the waist down, so I checked to see if it was apparent that I was getting felt up. My pull-over was bulky enough that as long as his hand wasn't moving it wouldn't be noticeable. I rubbed my thumb around the softness of my boy's cockhead and waited to see what he would try next.
His fingers found the erect tip of my breast and lightly tickled over it. I didn't know if I could take much more of this. I wanted to tear all my clothes off and fuck him right then and there. I must have been insane for letting myself get into such a situation. I could feel a dribble of pre-cum leak from my son's pee slit. I smeared the slick liquid around his engorged glans with my thumb.
It was right about then that Timmy wandered into the living room to join the family. Nick's hand froze in mid-grope. My hand tensed around his shaft.
"Hey, honey," I piped up hoping no one could detect the strain in my voice. "Sit down and watch TV with us."
Timmy seemed to be noting that there was no place next to me for him, and then settled down on the floor in front of where I was sitting with his back against the love seat. I don't think he could tell what was going on between Nick and me, but I knew I couldn't be sure of anything these days. I reached out with my free hand, ruffled Timmy's hair, and gave his ear a playful pinch. Meanwhile, Nick was back to fiddling with my nipple, gently pinching it, giving it a little pull, experimenting with a slight twist. It all felt way better than it should have, maybe because it was my son who was doing it, or was it the foolish risk we were taking with the rest of the family right there?
As I furtively kneaded Nick's cock, I fantasized about how great it would be if I could just openly jack him off here in the living room with my husband and Timmy present. I imagined the two of them with hard-ons waiting their turn. I'd have my fingers buried in my own puss for anyone to see, and everyone would be happy and horny together.
I must have been working him harder than I realized because all of the sudden I felt that familiar sensation of warm wetness oozing down over my hand. I looked over at Nick and he had a dreamily apologetic expression on his face. Oh, God, I hadn't thought he would cum that easily, but I should have remembered that I'm dealing with an adolescent boy.
I milked as much out of him as I could and just knew his goo was getting all over everything down there, including the blanket. And for my next trick, I had to figure out how we were going to get all this spunk cleaned up without anyone noticing. It seemed my favorite little fleece throw blanket was about to become a giant cum rag! Life would have been a whole lot less messy if I'd only had daughters.
I tried to wipe him off as best as I could without arousing any attention, then the two of us worked together to get his sticky hard-on back into his pants. I cleaned what I could off of my hand onto the underside of the blanket. We both sat there for a time watching TV like nothing happened, waiting for our bodies to cool down.
"When you go down to your room," I said casually to Nick, "bring this blanket down with you and throw it in the laundry room. I can't remember the last time I washed it."
He caught on right away. "I have to finish my stupid homework anyway," he complained. He stood, awkwardly gathering the blanket as he did, bunching it up and holding it against himself to hide both the cum stains and the bulge that was probably still in his pants.
"Night, hon," I said and watched him shuffle out of the living room. No one else seemed to have noticed anything strange, which allowed me to breathe a bit easier.
In the middle of mentally beating myself up for letting something like that happen, Timmy got himself up into the spot his brother had just vacated. He snuggled up against me, and wrapped his arm around me in an innocent hug. At least that's what it would have looked like to my husband.
What wasn't so obvious was that I could feel Timmy's little boner pressed firmly against my hip. I wanted to be upset, but I knew I'd brought this on myself. I sat quietly and let him enjoy the good feelings he must have been getting from the contact with me. What a mother will put up with for love.
That night I woke up from a dream. I was too groggy to remember the details, but I was naked and there were cocks everywhere. I think these cocks were attached to my sons, and my husband, and possibly my father and brother also. They were all over me and I couldn't get enough. I rolled over and tried to get back to the dream, but I had a strange sensation. It was a feeling like there was another presence in my bedroom.
I reached out and made sure my husband was lying next to me, and he was. I listened, but didn't hear anything. There was definitely someone else there. I didn't want to say anything and wake Evan, so I waited and listened. Before I could confirm anything one way or the other, I apparently fell asleep. I awoke in the morning in an unexpectedly good mood. Even with all the stress of my ongoing sexual transgressions with my boys, and the impending visit from the in-laws, I couldn't help being happy.
After showering, I fixed myself up a little, put on my robe and tiptoed into Timmy's bedroom. His eyelids peeped open when I sat down on his bed.
"Can we talk?" I asked, brushing his long hair out of his face.
He nodded and forced himself awake the rest of the way.
"Are you naked under there?"
"No," he said in a gravelly morning voice. He lifted his blanket to show me that he had on a pair of white briefs, and some obvious morning wood.
"We need to talk about what happened yesterday," I started gravely. A big smile spread across his face. "I'm worried that I did something with you that I shouldn't have done."
"It was only about the best day of my life for me."
"Okay, I know it made you feel good, but doesn't it bother you that your own mother would act that way. It's not exactly normal, you know."
"Then I guess I'm not normal either, because I think you're the best mom possible."
"I think maybe you're just saying that because you're hoping it will happen again."
"Will it?
"It shouldn't," I answered right away. I took his hand in mine, so warm and soft. "But, I don't know, maybe." I was hopelessly pathetic. "I don't want you to end up thinking that I'm some sort of creepy weirdo."
"I'm a creepy weirdo already," he said with a smirk, "so what difference does it make?"
"Even still," I tweaked his nose, "maybe I'm going too fast for you. I didn't mean for everything that happened yesterday to happen. I'm afraid I got carried away and maybe this is too much for you to handle all at once."
"Yesterday was perfect, Mom. I liked rubbing off in front of you, and it was so cool of you to let me smell your panties and…between your legs."
"And you're not grossed out that I made you taste my pussy juices from my fingers?"
"Totally the opposite!" He was more than fully awake by this point. "I never knew that a girl's pussy would taste as good as that."
"And it doesn't bother you that it was your mother's pussy you were tasting?"
"It probably should," he admitted, "but ever since I first smelled your dirty panties a couple months ago, I've thought about what it would be like, so I guess it doesn't seem that bad to me."
"In that case," I said, "how do you feel about fooling around with me a little before your dad and brother get back from golfing?"
I stood and untied the sash of my bathrobe. "Why don't you start by getting out of those underpants." They were practically off by the time I finished speaking.
His fierce little prick stood up straight. It was so hard it looked like it hurt. It was so cute I just wanted to gobble in up in my mouth. Maybe I would…one of these days.
"You gave me an idea last night while we were watching TV," I told him and dropped my robe.
I stood before him in a slinky purple bra and panty set. I'd bought it for a weekend getaway Evan and I took a few years back for our wedding anniversary. I hadn't worn it since, but I thought this would be a good occasion to bring it out for a spin. The panties were the kind of shiny, satiny material that feels so good against your skin.
"Holy crap, Mom, that is the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life."
I blushed and gave him a pose so I could soak up his adoring gaze a little longer. It had been a long time since I'd been looked at the way my boys had been doing the past few days. It felt damned good.
"Okay, slide over," I told him when I couldn't wait any longer to get started.
Timmy moved over and I lay down on his bed in the space that he made for me. I gave him a quick smooch on the cheek, then turned over onto my tummy.
"I was thinking that it might be fun for you if I was your pillow."
It took him a second to understand what I meant, then his eyes lit up.
"Want to give it a try?" I asked and wiggled my butt invitingly.
"Heck, yeah!"
He didn't need any more coaxing than that. He quickly mounted my hips, leaned over my back, and began rubbing his erection against the silky purple panties I was wearing. I let my body relax, enjoying the warmth of my naked boy on top of me. I'd thought of this as I was falling asleep the night before and it was the first thing on my mind when I woke up in the morning. It felt as good as I'd imagined it would.
"How is it? Would you rather go back to your pillow?"
"Are you kidding, Mom? This is totally way better!"
"Do these panties feel good against your cock, honey?" I pushed my ass up a little.
"It's awesome," he panted as he humped away on me. "And your butt has the perfect amount of softness."
"Mmm, this is the best ass massage I've ever gotten," I purred.
If you'd told me a month ago that one sunny Saturday morning I'd be lying in my youngest son's bed and letting him masturbate himself against my rear end, I'd have known for sure that you were completely insane. And yet, there I was. It was depraved, immature, and probably illegal, but I was loving every second of it.
I turned my hips slightly so that Timmy's grinding erection slid from my cheek and nestled into the groove of my ass crack.
"Yeah, that's the spot," I assured him when his humping faltered. "Fuck your hard cock on Mommy's ass."
He immediately began pumping himself against me faster. I could feel how strong his legs were each time they clamped against my thighs with every forward thrust. His chest touched my back whenever he strained forward, his head hovering just behind mine. My legs were together, but it would have taken much for his stiff little pecker to 'accidentally' poke into my wet hole. God, it was bad enough that I was letting this happen without wanting it to turn into something even more perverted. Playing with the boys this way was wrong, but fucking them was outright criminal.
"Hmm, you like fucking my panties, don't you?"
"Mm hm," he grunted into my ear. He was breathing heavy. "What should I do when I'm ready to shoot, Mom?"
Damn, he was adorable. "Just go ahead and shoot, sweetie. Pretend like I'm your dirty fuck pillow and cum on Mommy."
"I'm doing it, Mom! Here it comes…I'm gonna shoot! Ahhhhh!"
Timmy humped away like his life depended on it and seconds later I felt his warm spend spitting onto my lower back.
"Good, boy," I cooed. "Cum all over my sexy panties, baby."
He continued rubbing his steely erection against my satin-covered ass. I enjoyed the feel of it while I waited for him to come back down to earth.
"Feels like you made a big mess back there."
"Yeah…looks like I did…"
"I guess that means I make a pretty good pillow."
"This was a million times better than anything ever." He relaxed and let his full weight rest atop me. I had to take shallow breaths, but it felt strangely good to have his naked body crushing down on me.
We stayed like that for what must have been about five minutes before he kissed the back of my neck and cleared his throat.
"Um…Mom? Would it be okay if I smelled your panties down there again like before?"
"Horny for more, are you?"
"What do you expect? There's an almost naked lady in my bed!"
"Good point," I chuckled. "Let me roll over and you can go ahead and sniff away."
He got off of me and I turned onto my back. I was briefly concerned about getting jizz all over his sheets, but then I realized he probably did worse on a daily basis. I settled in, and opened my legs. These panties weren't sheer, so he could see anything through them except for a dark spot where my wetness had soaked through. His humping had given me a bit of wedgie, but I left the way it was.
Timmy scrambled down there and got right to it. I watched the sublime expression on his face with great satisfaction. I was somewhat embarrassed when I realized that the real reason I was enjoying it so much was because it was almost like he was worshipping my womanhood. I know that my husband loved my pussy, but it was different with Timmy.
He breathed deep and I could feel the tip of his nose brushing against my lips through the thin material.
"How is it this morning?"
"Perfect," he sighed. "I thought it was good with just your dirty underwear, but this is way different and better."
"I'm glad you like it." I watched him indulge in my scent for a bit longer. I was dying to touch myself, but I was also taking pleasure in the building desire for relief. "Maybe you might like it even more if these panties weren't in the way."
I reached down and slid the crotch of my undies to the side. I hadn't told him to close his eyes this time, and he looked up at me to see if he was not supposed to look.
"Give it a good smell now, sweetheart."
He blinked then took a good look at what I was showing off to him. He leaned in and took a sniff or two.
"Oh, dang. Mom, that is…I don't even…just dang…" He took another big wiff.
"Do you want to taste it again?"
"Sure!" He waited for me to use my fingers again like the day before, but I just held my gusset aside.
"Go ahead."
"You mean it?"
I nodded, not believing that I actually did mean it.
"Give it a lick, Timmy. Taste me."
He gave me a quick lick. He looked up at me as if he wanted confirmation that what he just did was really okay. I gave him a reassuring smile.
"How was that?"
"I don't know, I'm too freaked out to really believe what's going on."
"Just relax, then get down there and try it again." I watched him take a deep breath, look at my naked puss, then go in for another lick. "There you go. Take it slow. Mmm, that feels nice."
His inexperienced tongue moved up and down between my lips. Alarm bells were going off somewhere in the back of my mind, but the sight of Timmy's head right there between my legs was too beguiling to put a stop to. Even though he had no idea how to properly eat a pussy yet, it still felt damn good to have his mouth down there. Just the very thought that it was my own son who was doing this to me was driving me wild.
"That's it, honey, all over like that." I tried to stay still and let him explore at his own pace, but it wasn't easy. "Try down here," I suggested and spread the lower area of myself open for him. "This is where the good stuff is. Lick right around here. There you go. You can put your tongue right in Mommy's pussy hole if you want. Ooo, yes, like that. Can you taste that, sweetie? That's what a pussy really tastes like. Keep licking my hole, honey, get all that good pussy juice."
He wasn't holding anything back any longer. His tongue roamed all around my opening, darting into my vagina every few seconds. Little moans of helpless delight came from him whenever he paused for a quick breath. The wet, slurpy noises coming from down there only added to my excitement.
"Yes, put your tongue in as far as you can, mmm. You're making Mommy feel so horny." I couldn't resist any longer. "I'm sorry, Timmy, but you got me all worked up. Is it okay if I masturbate myself while you lick my pussy hole?"
He just nodded and kept tonguing me. I began fingering my stiff nub and instantly the pleasure I was getting from his mouth was magnified. I was fully aware that everything I was doing was beyond awful, but it was impossible to restrain myself. The pleasure fed the desire which enhanced the pleasure even more. It was an exquisitely vicious cycle and I was afraid of where it would lead me. In that moment, however, I was certain that I was incapable of stopping myself from going just a little bit further.
"Kiss my clit for me, sweetie. Right up here where my finger is. Good. Oh, that's so good. Again. You like that? You like kissing Mommy's clitty for her? Yes, you do. Try giving it a little suck. Put your lips around it, good, now gently…you have it. That's the way, suck it like that. Can you feel it? Can you feel my hard clit with your tongue? Yes. Oh, fuck, yes."
Was I really doing this? Was I actually teaching my 13-year-old son how to suck pussy? He was a fast learner, but this wasn't how it was supposed to be. This was something he should discover for himself, with a girl his own age, years from now. It seemed impossible that I wasn't somehow damaging his psyche by making him go down on his own mother. And despite this, I wanted it all the more.
"You suck my pussy so good," I groaned. "You're going to make me cum." I felt his hands grab my hips and he pushed his face firmly into my crotch. He must have been in heaven down there. "Do you want to taste Mommy's cum?"
"Yes," he gasped, "please."
"Put your lips back down where my pussy hole is, honey. Hurry."
Timmy did as he was told and I quickly went back to diddling my clit. With all the fingers of my hand held stiff, I rubbed the tips rapidly back and forth across my tiny womanly erection. I could feel the building energy gathering low down inside me.
"Oh, sweet fuck, I'm going to cum," I said and worked myself faster. "Mommy's going to cum on your mouth, baby. Here it is…oh, fuck, here it is!"
My orgasm jolted my body with a sudden kick of undiluted adrenaline. The sense of euphoria immediately engulfed my already pleasure-clouded brain and sent me spinning to new heights. I continue stroking my clit as long as I could stand it while every last one of my pussy muscles convulsed in a spasm of ecstasy. Tightening my vagina like that forced out most of my natural lubricating juices, and I could hear Timmy struggling to lap them all up as fast as he could. I'd just cum on my baby boy's face.
"Damn, that was good," I mumbled. Lying still, I looked down and watched him still busily licking and sucking me. I ran my fingers through his hair. Once he'd gotten his fill he looked up at me, his cheeks glistening with my wetness.
"This is the best thing in life!" he pronounced with a wicked smile.
"Better than our trip to Disney World?"
"Fuck Disney. Pussy rules!"
"You make a good argument," I laughed. "Give it a kiss goodbye."
"Your father will be home soon and I don't think he'd be too happy to catch you with your tongue in Mommy's puss."
He dipped his head back down and gave me a long, sensuous kiss with plenty of tongue. I settled my panties back into place. The feelings of doubt and guilt were already beginning to creep up from the sane part of my mind. I didn't want to spoil the high I was still feeling from my orgasm, so I pushed those thoughts away as best as I could.
"Do we have time for me to rub one off on your panties again?"
"You'll have to be quick." I began to roll over.
"Wait! Can I do it on your front this time?"
"You sure you want to do it that way?" I pressed, not sure if I wanted to let him do it like that.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I might be a little too…oh, nevermind me. Let's go ahead and give it a try."
He climbed up on top of me and positioned his cock so it lay atop my purple panties. Timmy then pressed his weight down into my groin.
"Is that okay?" he asked.
"So far, so good."
He began slowly. He rubbed his hard dick back and forth against my mound. His hands were planted on the bed beside each of my shoulders, and he was holding his upper body up on stiff arms so he could look down between us. Timmy's hips started moving in small circles. If anyone would have walked into the room just then it would have looked like we were fucking. But we weren't, I reminded myself; this was nothing more than a bit of harmless masturbation. I wasn't so out of control that I would ever let things go that far.
"This feels nice, Mom."
"I thought you'd enjoy these panties."
"Yeah, but it's not just that. I can feel how soft you are underneath the panties."
"It feels nice for me, too."
"It's almost like we're having sex," he chuckled.
Horny minds think alike. "But we're not," I said without trying to sound too harsh. "As good as this feels, it's much better inside a girl's pussy." Why the hell was I saying that? "You'll find that out one day when you get a girlfriend." And that wasn't helping.
"I bet it would feel good to put it inside you."
"Okay, honey, less talking, more masturbating." I didn't want that idea to get fixed in his head, if only because I knew that if he tried to stick his cock in me right then that I'd let him. My resistance was weakening more and more after every encounter with one of my sons. I was undoubtedly skidding down the slippery slope, and I didn't know if I was already past the point of no return.
Timmy's movements between my legs were threatening to bring me to orgasm again, but because of our position he was only hitting the right spot on the occasional back stroke. I could probably eventually get off on this, but he would be done long before I got there.
With a pang of knowing I shouldn't do it even as I did, I wrapped my legs around his waist. This angled my hips up so that his prick was rubbing along my slit and grinding directly against my clit. Perfect.
I pulled him down on top of me so his chest was against mine. His hot breath blew onto the side of my neck, and I could feel the sweat on his back.
"You make Mommy's pussy so horny," I whispered in his ear. "Your cock feels good on my clit." I felt him pushing into me harder. "You're going to make me cum in my panties."
"Oh, Mom…" Timmy moaned and gripped me tighter.
Seconds later there a warm spurt of wetness between our bellies.
"Don't stop, honey, I'm almost…there."
He obediently continued humping me. I squeezed my legs tighter around his body, and grabbed both his ass cheeks with my hands.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck Mommy hard!" I was losing it, and I didn't care. "Fuck your cock on my pussy. Harder, yes, make Mommy cum with that cock!"
The small bed was squeaking madly and I started to cum.
"Gimme your cock, give Mommy your cock, oh…fuck your sweet, hard cock!"
Colors flashed across my vision, and I let out one long, sustain moan. My body reflexively gripped his. My arms and legs crushed him to me as resounding wave after wave of happiness coursed through me. I thought about letting his cock slip inside me and another tiny orgasm spontaneously fired off and added to the effect.
"My goodness, that was nice," I panted.
"Wow, Mom, you really got excited," Timmy said, beaming with a kind of deviant pride.
"I guess I did, didn't I? I can't help myself when a sexy boy is making me feel good."
"And you talk dirty."
"You noticed?" I couldn't help being a little embarrassed about that. "I get caught up in the moment sometimes and don't know what I'm saying. Sorry."
"No, I like it," he assured me. "It's fun hearing my mom saying stuff like that. It makes it even hotter."
"That's good to hear." I kissed the tip of his nose. "Now we have to stop playing with ourselves and get cleaned up before your father gets home.
He made a pouty face, but rolled off of me. Both our tummies were smeared with sticky boy cum.
"We're going to do this again, right?" Timmy asked.
"We probably shouldn't, but I suspect we will." I stood up and put my robe one. "But we can't do anything while your grandma is here. It would cause enough trouble if your dad found out what we've been doing, but if your grandmother had any idea we were masturbating together she'd flip out and probably call the police."
"Grandma is usually pretty cool about stuff. I don't think she'd get us in trouble."
"You really think someone that still goes to church every Sunday would be cool with what you and I are doing?"
"Guess not."
"So no monkey business. If you behave, maybe the panty fairy will leave you a surprise under your pillow." I gave him a wink and headed for the door.
I turned and saw him smiling shyly at me, his cheeks shiny with my dried sex juices.
"Thanks for letting me…taste you like that."
"You're welcome, and thank you right back. You licked my pussy pretty good, but I think maybe you could use a little more practice." I blew him a kiss and left him there naked on his bed with his boner still standing bolt upright.
As I stood in the shower and the warm water washed away the remnants of my son's sperm, all I could think about was Timmy's and Nick's cocks. It was strange because I'd always been perfectly contented with my husband's cock, and never thought of any but his. I never really even fantasized about other men at all. Now all I could think about was sex, sex, and more sex. I fought the urge to diddle myself yet again there in the shower. I needed to exert at least some amount of self-control before I became a hopeless sex fiend. There was more to life than getting myself off.
Later, after Evan and Nick came home, Timmy came into the kitchen to get some lunch with the rest of us. I felt ridiculously awkward. I knew that Timmy was thinking about how I had let him suck my pussy an hour earlier, Nick was wondering if I was going to jerk off with him before his grandmother showed up later, and my poor husband had no clue that I was getting naked with our two sons and sexually molesting them right under his nose.
It was clear that I was on a dark path heading straight into trouble, and yet I couldn't wait tosexually violate my sons again as soon as possible.


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In jail, Maurice Clemmons demanded total faith from wife
Recorded phone calls from the Pierce County Jail hint at Maurice Clemmons' checkered past and an unconventional union that was splintering.
Seattle Times staff reporters
Maurice Clemmons called his wife at 7:40 a.m. on July 7, 2009.
"Hey, what's up," she said.
"You gotta get up, sleepyhead. I got something for you to do."
Clemmons was in the Pierce County Jail. His wife, Nicole, was at home.
He told her to write down his instructions.
His first instruction was: "Have no doubt." Then he went on:
"Write a personal check to yourself, a Bank of America check, for $150 million. Then you take that anointing oil and you anoint it. And then you gonna take it to Chase right there on 72nd and deposit it into your account. Before you do it, pray seven times. Pray five times before you leave the house. Pray one time while you in the car driving. Pray another time while you walking up to the teller."
As absurd as it was, Clemmons wanted his wife to write a check with nine figures and deposit it in one bank while pretending to have all that money in another bank.
"Do that this morning," he told her.
"OK," she told him.
Their marriage required Nicole to believe and Maurice to deliver. Nicole told Maurice: "You are the brains of the operation." Maurice told Nicole: "You always be my love. It's always gonna be Maurice and Nicole."
In the summer of 2009, Maurice Clemmons was in a world of trouble. He was staring at eight felony charges, including one for child rape. He was staring at a possible third strike and an accompanying life sentence. He was faced with the challenge of raising enough money to post $190,000 bail.
As he maneuvered to get out of jail, Maurice leaned on Nicole as never before, knowing she'd stand by him if others fell away — that she knew how to get things done, how to take his ideas and execute them. If this plan worked — if Chase believed Nicole had $150 million in her Bank of America account and wanted to move the money over — then Maurice's bail of $190,000 would be nothing to worry about.
"You remember how to anoint it, right?" he asked her.
"Tell me."
"Just put a cross on the back of the check, and a cross on the front with the oil. Say a prayer to God."
They met at a nightclub in Pioneer Square in 2001. Nicole Smith was 29, with a 12-year-old boy and a 4-year-old daughter. Clemmons was coming off 11 years in the Arkansas prison system.
Nicole graduated from West Seattle's Chief Sealth High School. Clemmons, a native of Marianna, Ark., was in Washington visiting family.
They shared stories of their past.
"They did me bad, Nicole," Maurice would say. "It ain't never been fair for me, it ain't never been right, I ain't never really saw no justice. You feel me?"
"I did what I had to do to get the [expletive] ahead," Nicole would say. "Because I knew it was my responsibility, I had them kids, they are mine. I'm gonna get out there and do what I gotta do, whether it be boosting, hustling, whatever. I'm gonna do it."
They became a couple and remained one even when Maurice returned home the same year. Back in Arkansas, Clemmons pulled a gun and robbed a woman of $10,000, and was caught and went back to prison. Nicole waited. Clemmons got out three years later, in March 2004. They married in June. They were both 32.
The same year they married, Nicole declared bankruptcy for her second time. She listed her job as nail tech and her monthly income as $1,218. Her car had been repossessed. She owed $59,200. Her debtors included Walmart ($153), Nordstrom ($900) and U.S. Bank ($2,862). Asked how much was in her checking account, she put: 0.00.
"I know what it is to have nothing," she told Maurice. "I lost everything twice."
"As long as you got Maurice, you got a gold mine," he told her. "You understand, love?"
They settled in Pierce County. Clemmons started a landscaping and power-washing business. He started buying real estate — one, two, three houses, worth $690,000 in all. One house caught fire. ("Heat source: Fireworks," the incident report said. "Cause of ignition: Unintentional.") Clemmons collected the insurance and built a new house, all decked out.
Clemmons' business, Sea-Wash, suggested legitimacy. There were the business cards, the website, the occasional job cutting back bushes. But other developments gave pause.
Clemmons outfitted the couple's house with an elaborate security system, one police found suspicious, as if more was involved than protecting a home. "High tech, low res, eight cameras, every angle," is how Clemmons described it. Police released a sketch of a man suspected of robbing 11 places in the Puget Sound region — auto-parts stores, a sports pub, a KFC. The sketch looked an awful lot like Clemmons.
Then there were the conversations Maurice and Nicole had about that new house, the one built with the insurance money.
"God know how I got that house. You follow me? So he probably want us to get rid of it, period, anyway," Maurice said.
"If I have to," he later told her, "I burn every last one of them down, and get the insurance."
Listening to the conversations between Clemmons and Nicole, a vocabulary lesson helps. When the two talked about trees, cookies and batter, they weren't necessarily talking about evergreens and Tollhouse.
Hit a lick. The Urban Dictionary says: "To rob or burglarize someone or something."
Blunt: "Cigar hollowed out and filled with marijuana."
Trees: "Slang term used for marijuana."
Two days before Clemmons called Nicole about depositing that $150 million check, the couple had this conversation:
"What do you want me to do about Dorcus and his tree?" Nicole asked, referring to Darcus Allen, Clemmons' old prison mate in Arkansas, now in Washington.
"What you mean?"
"You know."
"Yeah, well, we ain't supplying, you can give him a blunt, but we ain't supplying nobody, we ain't got it like that, and don't you be putting our business out there. You know, if I don't tell you something, then you don't do it, you understand?"
"All right," Nicole said.
"You give him a blunt or something, but you don't be too God damn friendly."
"I got you. Chill out."
On July 7, when Maurice told Nicole to anoint the check and pray to God, his instructions reflected a change in direction.
The old Maurice was a robber and a drug dealer. The new Maurice had experienced what he considered to be a religious epiphany. The new Maurice believed he was Jesus Christ, returned to Earth in the time of Revelation.
Clemmons admitted to a friend that he used to sell Ecstasy, cocaine and marijuana. But that violated "the people's temple," contrary to God's wishes. Clemmons told Nicole that they used to make "fast money," and "fast money go fast," but now they were going to make "Godly money."
"I ain't one to stay in no game for forever anyway, Nicole."
"Yeah, I know that. I didn't want that either."
"We were tired of it," Clemmons said.
"Been tired of it."
"Exactly. Tired of looking over our shoulder, tired of all that, you know what I'm saying?"
Clemmons even reconciled his plan for the $150 million check with this new outlook. He told Nicole that if she deposited the check, and kept the faith, and the money turned up, it would be "a wire transfer from God."
Before Nicole left for the bank, her voice dropped low.
"So, was I not supposed to, uh, do anything with them trees?"
Nicole said she could make some money with the trees. Clemmons said, "Oh." Then he said, "Yeah, you can do that."
"I wasn't sure, because I started thinking about it, and I know you said you weren't going to be doing anything anymore," Nicole said.
"I got 'em for the cookies," Clemmons said. "He give us the green herb. The herb ain't like all the other stuff. ... You still got some of that batter, make it up already ... You ain't gave away my cookies, have you?"
"Nah, I gave Dorcus one, but there's still some out there. That's all I gave him, just the one. And I had a couple. They ain't yours, they're ours."
Clemmons told Nicole that when she took the $150 million check to the counter, she could not allow doubt to enter her mind.
"What you need to do, go and eat your cookie, you hear me?"
"Well, see, that's what I did yesterday and then it started playing mind tricks on me."
"Well, whichever you think you got to do to be focused."
At this time, Clemmons was being held on a slew of felony charges. Seven stemmed from May 9, 2009, when he threw rocks at people, cars and houses in his neighborhood and assaulted two sheriff's deputies. An eighth stemmed from May 11, when Clemmons was accused of raping Nicole's daughter, then 12.
Two things set Clemmons off that weekend. One was his sudden belief that he was Jesus Christ. The other was Nicole's discovery that he was having an affair.
Nicole helped police at first, describing what Clemmons had done to her daughter. But then she reverted to defending her husband.
Some of Clemmons' friends and family bought into Clemmons' story, and began calling him Jesus. Nicole didn't go that far, but when her husband talked of being anointed and of miracles around them, she would say: Yes, it's real.
Nicole believed in signs. On their home's surveillance system, on one camera in particular, she kept seeing an image — red flames, with black in the middle — that she took to be angels and demons at war. She attached meaning to how she and Maurice had both been born on a Sunday. What to most people would be random numbers, to Nicole would become cause for alarm.
To Nicole, those three straight sixes in her husband's Department of Corrections number (866697) were no coincidence. She balked at dialing a bail-bond company because its number included three straight sixes. She calculated two-thirds as a decimal, came up with .66666, and said, "Hmm, that's weird."
The couple shared a belief in sweeping evil. Nicole told Clemmons that she'd picked up a pamphlet saying the devil was going to microchip people.
"That's gonna happen over in Europe," Clemmons said. "That's not gonna happen over here."
If the United States could, it would, Nicole said.
"But, see, look who running the government," Clemmons said.
But just wait until Obama is no longer president, Nicole said.
Clemmons explained away his affair and other wicked behavior. He told Nicole that since he was Jesus, he needed to commit certain sins in order to sympathize with others.
When Nicole was in Clemmons' camp, she was all in. "Ten toes down," Clemmons called it. She worked long hours — talking to lawyers, bail bondsmen, parole officials — trying to secure her husband's release. "Nicole has worked like a Trojan," one lawyer told Clemmons.
She tackled their plans to refinance. (She planned to lie about having a job, in order to help their application.) She met with government inspectors. (The couple rented out the house built courtesy of the insurance payoff and received federal subsidies for providing low-income housing.) She changed the fluids in his truck.
She even let Clemmons talk on the phone to her daughter, despite a no-contact order.
Clemmons called Nicole at 9:01 a.m. on July 7. She was about to leave for the bank to deposit the $150 million check.
"If you go in there like a G, just like you seen your husband done, and believe it's gonna happen, believe it's gonna happen, it will happen," he told her. "You have to walk on faith."
Don't even look at the amount on the check, he told her.
She asked where he got the amount.
"From God," he said.
Nicole said she'd been reading Scripture, trying to calm herself. "I've been telling myself, the money is in the bank, I am a millionaire, manifestation." While talking to Maurice, she listened to gospel music.
"See baby, I'm gonna tell you something, and this is how you gotta look at it," he said. "This is all faith is. When I was going to hit them licks ... I had faith that every lick I hit, I was going to get away with it. You see what I'm saying? And I used to get away with them. It took courage to go do what I did."
Clemmons turned his pep talk to Nicole's past, and how she used to cash "bogus" checks.
"You know you ain't had the money, but you went right up there and done it."
"You right about that," she said.
"OK, well, God saying this is real, and he going to cash it for you. ... But this time you ain't even trying to cash it, you just trying to put it in your own account. Which one is the more easier?"
"This one."
"So it ain't nothing. ... You been doing these things, but you been doing them the other way."
"Really, I been trained to do it."
"Yeah. The whole time. Right or wrong?"
"You right. ... I used to do that s — a lot."
" ... when I was writing them hot checks."
"If you my woman, you got to be bold," Clemmons told Nicole.
"I am bold, Maurice. I done did some wicked s — in my life. Crazy stuff. Crazy and everything else."
"Be crazy for the Lord now, then."
She laughed. They both laughed.
Clemmons called Nicole again at 11 a.m. She was at the bank.
Nicole said the bank — a JPMorgan Chase branch, at 72nd and Pacific in Tacoma — was having trouble depositing the check.
"They're having a hard time entering it into the computer. There's too many zeros."
Clemmons couldn't understand: "That's crazy that a bank can't even put some zeros in. ... This is a cheap bank system."
While they awaited news of the $150 million — "They sure are taking a lot of time," Nicole said — Clemmons told Nicole that God had angels all around her.
"Another day in the ghetto, baby. But we gonna get out of it, huh? ... I'm a king and you my queen."
Nicole said it was cold inside the bank.
"I love you, Nicole."
"Do you?"
"I really do. I'm glad God made you for me, because we fit. Don't you think we fit?"
"And I love you."
They did not always talk this way. Three days earlier, Nicole balked when Clemmons told her to buy seven computers — "three desktops and four laptops" — for a real-estate venture he'd cooked up. "Nicole, when I get out, I swear to God, I'm gonna take a belt and I'm gonna whup your ass like a dog," he told her.
Nicole steamed at Clemmons' infidelity. She'd found out in May that he'd had a baby with a woman named Quiana Williams. "No remorse! No remorse!" Nicole screamed. She cut him some slack, saying because of prison he'd missed out when young. She gave him this one mistake. Clemmons promised to be faithful from now on. "You better be, or I'll break your [expletive] neck," she told him.
Nicole missed the way they were. It used to be Maurice and Nicole as one. "Remember when we used to put our heads together to think of something?" she said. Then it became just Maurice — Maurice will think of something. "You right," he told her. He promised to change back: "Maurice and Nicole. Back to the beginning."
Nicole received the news within two days of leaving the bank. Chase was not crediting her with $150 million. What's more, the bank was closing her account.
"Chase said we will no longer be able to use their services," Nicole told Maurice.
Bank of America also closed Nicole's account. But the repercussions appeared to go no further than that.
Nicole opened an account at Wells Fargo.
On July 18, Clemmons, still in jail, told Nicole: "I love you and really respect you. ... With me pulling and you pulling and we pulling together, we gonna overcome anything that come before us. You got love in you and I got love in me and we got God in us."
Moments later, Nicole handed the phone to Rickey Hinton, Clemmons' half brother. The two men talked in confidence.
"Guess what," Hinton said. "And this is bad. Little mama is pregnant."
It turned out that Clemmons had more than one mistress.
"Look," Clemmons said. "Listen. I gave her $100 and told her to go get the thang, man. Just like the other broad."
Clemmons had tried to keep these affairs secret. But Nicole learned that his cheating went beyond one woman. As summer became fall, Maurice and Nicole stopped talking of love. Their conversations became marked by long silences.
It wasn't just the cheating. Nicole loathed Rickey. She also chafed at other members of Clemmons' family. Then, there were the financial problems. Clemmons, being in jail, wasn't bringing in money. Their bills mounted. The bank moved to foreclose on their home. Nicole feared being on the street with her kids.
By November 2009, their marriage neared a precipice. She asked for power of attorney in order to get more control over their finances. He refused.
When Nicole visited Clemmons in person, he told her the Bible says a woman must obey a man at all times. "What about my opinion?" she asked, to which he said, "You don't got no opinion, it's my opinion, when we become married, we become one flesh, and so it's what I say."
"I don't know you anymore," she said.
Nicole had helped Maurice bail out of jail twice that year, only to see him arrested again. Now, she refused to bail him out a third time.
She no longer believed. He no longer delivered.
If Maurice got out of jail again, there would be no Nicole waiting.
Staff writer Christine Willmsen contributed to this report.
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We're remodeling our kitchen and installing new cabinets, granite countertops, and a dropin cooktop. Even though our granite slab is long enough for the counter, our fabricator says we need a seam at the cutout for the cooktop to prevent it from breaking during transportation and installation. Since it's a dropin cooktop with no front apron, there would be a seam in the middle of the front and back strips of granite. Has anybody heard of this? We would prefer not to have a seam. |
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- Posted by teachertile (My Page) on Wed, May 1, 13 at 11:20
It will be more difficult for them to install, and more prone to breaking, but that it's NOT a reason to put a seam there. Once installed the granite will actually be stronger as one piece instead having 2 pieces with a seam. |
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Thanks, teachertile. So, what do most people do when they have a dropin cooktop? One of the reasons we went with that type of cooktop was for the sleek look end to end. We didn't think we would have a seam. The granite is white based (White Zeus) with gray and brown speckles. I'm also concerned about the epoxy they use yellowing over time. Any thoughts on that? |
- Posted by teachertile (My Page) on Wed, May 1, 13 at 12:33
I meant to say THAT'S NOT a reason to put a seam there. I would push them to cut it without a seam. I will edit my previous post!! |
- Posted by andreak100 (My Page) on Wed, May 1, 13 at 13:30
darlette - when discussing seams while picking our granite, our fabricator told us that THEY hate seams as much as we (the consumers) do. But, there are times when it makes sense - remember that stone is VERY heavy and that there are risks in moving a very large piece into a house, so even if the granite slab is long enough, it has weak points where there are cutouts. If that cutout is in certain areas, it makes a long slab much more likely to crack and get damaged during the move and installation into your home. According to our fabricator, she said that often seamed areas are actually stronger than the granite itself. As to the epoxy yellowing, I don't have first hand experience, but it's my understanding that the yellowing issue is much less of a problem than it had been in the past due to new formulations. Having said all of this, someone here wound up having a large slab installed (was it Bee, maybe?) and I think that I can remember whoever it was saying that she had paid to the fabricator to have additional workers to carry the slab. |
- Posted by hollysprings (My Page) on Wed, May 1, 13 at 13:46
They can possibly cut a large percentage of the hole out and just finish doing the cut-through on site if you have good enough access for them to do that. They'd need an electrical source and for you not to mind some granite dust in the driveway. And no rain. If your stone is particularly delicate, and some are, they could possibly do the entire cutout in your driveway if you'd be OK with that. Of course, I'm sure they'd want you to sign a waiver stating that they recommended that you do the seam at the cooktop and if it broke or was so large it damaged your walls or cabinets when they tried to carry it in, that it would be on you to purchase additional granite or to have the damage repaired. Any time you go against a fabricator's recommendations, you'd need to sign that and assume the responsibility for the decision. |
How long is the counter? I just had granite installed in a house I'm selling and they had a ridiculous number of seams. I think they did it to make it easier to carry in - one guy could carry in almost every piece by himself. In my new house I have much larger pieces without seams. |
- Posted by jellytoast (My Page) on Wed, May 1, 13 at 14:19
I would think it's possible to have a drop-in cook top without a seam in front and back, just as it's possible to have a sink cut-out that is seamless. If not having a seam is important to you, you might want to make inquiries of some other fabricators. What is beyond the capabilites of one fabricator might be quite doable with another. |
I have a seam center front/back of my main kitchen sink. I had it cut from mirror-image (bookend) slabs, and the match is near perfect. You have to look closely to see it at all. Much better for my L-shaped counter than having a seam at the corner, where we would not have been able to match the granite (and the counter is longer than one slab, so had to have a seam somewhere). My good friend has the same, although with a different granite and different fabricator. Since your counter is short enough to be cut out of one slab, I would encourage the fabricator to do that. Mine wanted a minimum of about 3.5" to 4" between the cutouts and the front of the counter, so that may be more than you can fit with your cooktop and counter width. For my vanity sinks, they put metal rods epoxied into grooves in the back side in front of the sink. Is your granite 2cm or 3cm thick? Does it have a lot of veining and natural fissures, which could imply easy to crack, or is it very uniform? |
Thanks, everyone. I'm not sure how thick it is but I don't think it has a lot of veining. Your point about the distance between the cutout and the front of the counter is a good one. Maybe that's the issue. Glad to hear some of you have had good luck with seams. Since these will be very short, if they're not too visible, I guess I could live with them. Another possibility they're talking about is doing the cutout here at the house but they're concerned about how dusty that is. They're also looking into coming up with some sort of support when they transport the granite. We'll see! |
you are getting some bad information. I am a fabricator. A cooktop cutout is normally too large to cut and then expect to move the part. The rails at the front and rear are usually only 1-2" and are certain to crack if the part is moved. The normal way around this is for the fabvricator to cut out the 4 corners of the cutout, install the part in the house, and then complete the cutout by connecting the cutouts in the 4 corners. THis can be done with minimal mess with the use of a little water and a big shop vac to collect the cutting dust at the blade. sometimes, when a seam is necessary, the fabricator will offer the option of seaming the rails at the front and rear of the cooktop in lieu of a regular full length seam. This is actually a nice option as very little of the seam at the rails will show since the cooktop usually covers 1/2 of the rail anyway. |
My cooktop countertop run is 140 inches. It was installed with seams at the fornt and back corners of the cooktop. So there are 4 small seams. You have to look very carefully to see these seams. I was not concerned at all about having the counter installed this why. I knew that my fabricator did good work and would do it the correct way. I posted the pictures below on a previous thread where someone else was worried about seams by the cooktop. Since you probably didn't see that thread here are my pictures once again. My kitchen has been done for more than 18 months now and these small seams have not been a problem at all. Hope this alleviates your concerns. |
Thanks, oldryder. I'll ask about that option -- cutting the corners out and finishing the job here. Badgergal, that's a beautiful job they did with your seams! If we have to do seams and they end up looking like yours, I would be OK with that. |
Hi darlette, I was concerned too when my fabricator told me I would need a seam in the center of the cooktop. Our cutout was L-shaped and would have been too long without a seam there. I am posting a pic - the kitchen has been in use for 6 months, no problems so far - the seam looks great. |
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Phoenix Press : Little Wind Goes Long Way
August 2010 By Julie GreenbaumAssociate Editor
Brothers Brian and Kevin Driscoll, co-owners of New Haven, CT-based Phoenix Press, could not help but be excited about their new 156-foot wind turbine. Not only did Brian Driscoll wear a tie that was embellished with mini wind turbines during the company's groundbreaking ceremony, but on the day of the turbine's completion, he climbed up on a platform that stood adjacent to the turbine and squeezed into a bucket to pose next to the company's new pride and joy.
The brothers never imagined that their family owned commercial printing business, located in a 60,000-square-foot facility near the tributary of the Quinnipiac and Mill rivers in New Haven Harbor, would serve as a prime location for harnessing wind energy. But when Brian Driscoll thought about turning Phoenix Press into an environmentally friendly printer, that's when the idea came to him.
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"I was looking for ways to cut down on our overhead expenses, and realized that we had an ideal location, with plenty of land available for constructing a wind turbine to harness the wind," he says. "Now, we can accomplish our goal of saving money on energy costs, while also operating our business in a more sustainable manner."
Taking more than four years to plan, aided by a grant from the Connecticut Clean Energy Fund, the 100-kilowatt, Northwind 100 wind turbine was installed in February by Alteris Renewables, a specialist in the installation of solar and wind systems based in Wilton, CT. Despite the dewatering process that needed to be implemented because of the turbine's close proximity to the river, the installation only took about six weeks to complete.
According to Brian Driscoll, by adding the turbine, Phoenix not only changed New Haven's physical landscape, it also changed the landscape of the printing industry by reportedly becoming the first company to install a commercial-grade wind turbine directly onsite.
The new turbine is estimated to provide one-third of Phoenix's energy requirements over a yearly basis, saving the printer around $35,000 in annual utility costs. It can produce electricity with wind speeds as low as six miles per hour, and as high as 55 mph, before its automatic brake system slows the blades. The clean energy generated in the nacelle at the top of the tower runs through a trench directly into the company's building through a series of cables and wires.


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These are really good paired with potato salad! You can also add onions or green peppers if you'd like. Submitted by ICEDRAGONEZZ Carbs: 2.5g | Fat: 4.5g | Fiber: 0g | Protein: 24g | Calories: 162.5
Delicious, low-cal drink I found on a forum for moments when you want chocolate. I will be drinking this even after I reach my goal. It is that good. Submitted by SERMAGRA Carbs: 14.3g | Fat: 0.4g | Fiber: 0.7g | Protein: 5.1g | Calories: 65.6
A quick and easy pasta dish perfect for any night of the week. Submitted by LILYANN2 Carbs: 25.4g | Fat: 7g | Fiber: 4.7g | Protein: 14.3g | Calories: 207.6
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One of my biggest fast-food temptations are greasy fried egg rolls from places like Panda Express. I made over this healthy version using lean chicken and fresh vegetables. Baking the egg rolls instead of frying them saves even more calories and these don't disappoint! They're flavor packed and I can make them often without feeling guilty. I serve them at parties, or for dinner with a side of brown rice. (Un-Chained Recipe Contest Entry- Fast Food Category) Submitted by SARASMITTY Carbs: 41.1g | Fat: 2.2g | Fiber: 1.7g | Protein: 9g | Calories: 233.6
This hearty soup is perfect for when there is a chill in the air, and you want dinner waiting for you as you walk in the door. Submitted by CHEF_MEG Carbs: 33.1g | Fat: 7.4g | Fiber: 16.1g | Protein: 18.4g | Calories: 216.5
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Try this inexpensive and fresh version of a chicken casserole--no need for processed soups or sauces! Submitted by CHEF_MEG Carbs: 36.1g | Fat: 8.9g | Fiber: 8.8g | Protein: 27.9g | Calories: 320.6
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I saw this recepie in the May 2009 issue of Oxygen magazine and had to share it. Not only is it simple, but it is an absolutely delicious and addictive Clean Eating recepie. Enjoy!!! Submitted by JUS911 Carbs: 16.4g | Fat: 6.6g | Fiber: 9g | Protein: 29.4g | Calories: 212
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A quick and easy dinner that is also low in fat, this chicken casserole is perfect for busy nights. Submitted by LYZ219 Carbs: 15.8g | Fat: 7.3g | Fiber: 3.1g | Protein: 36.8g | Calories: 284.2
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A banana Bread that is low in fat, Low in calories but tastes great too!! Submitted by COLLEEN76 Carbs: 21.3g | Fat: 2.2g | Fiber: 2.3g | Protein: 2.9g | Calories: 109.6
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LAWRENCE — The city is heading into the April 30 special election for U.S. Senator with a Board of Registrars that is incapacitated by its vacancies, making it unable to oversee the election, rule on ballot challenges or participate in recounts.
The four-member board became disabled with the resignation of Lynne Garcia on Jan. 25, leaving it one member shy of the three needed to conduct business. Garcia's resignation followed the Nov. 13 resignation of Robert Martin, who quit the Board of Registrars to join city's Licensing Board in an effort to help end a similar crisis on that board, which also had been unable to conduct business for months because it had no quorum.
"It's deja vu all over again," City Councilman Marc Laplante said yesterday about the back-to-back crises over membership on the Licensing Board and the Board of Registrars. "Clearly, the mayor has not learned the lessons that were offered last year when the Licensing Board nominees were appointed. A pattern has now developed. This is no way to run a government."
Mayor William Lantigua, who is responsible for nominating members to city boards and commissions, did not return a phone call yesterday seeking to learn his plans for filling at least one of the seats by April 30. The process normally requires a review by the City Council's Personnel Committee and then a vote by the full council, which usually takes at least a month.
Councilor Sandy Almonte, who chairs the committee, said a scramble is on to fill the two seats.
"We've been trying to get those seats filled for a long time," Almonte said. "We've been working with the mayor. People just don't want to go in front of (the council) and be scrutinized. It's tough to deal with the issues in the city. We're grasping and trying to make it work, in my view."
The search may be hobbled by the fact both empty seats must be filled by Republicans, because the two people already serving on the board — Ana Medina and City Clerk William Maloney — are Democrats. In Lawrence, the pool of Republicans is a shallow one: only about 7 percent of the city's 40,000 or so registered voters are enrolled in the party.
Councilor Laplante notified the office of Secretary of State William Galvin of his concern that Lawrence's Board of Registrars remains disabled five weeks before the April 30 special election to fill the U.S. Senate seat John Kerry gave up to become Secretary of State earlier this year.
Gov. Deval Patrick appointed his former chief of staff, William "Mo" Cowan, to hold the seat temporarily until voters fill it in the two special elections.
Galvin's spokesman, Brian McNiff, would not comment on what it would mean if Lawrence's Board of Registrars remained disabled through the upcoming elections, except to say that he hasn't seen a similar situation in the 12 years he's worked for the Secretary of State.
"I can't comment because we're still trying to find out what the situation is," McNiff said.
Lantigua has until noon today — the deadline for adding items to the City Council's April 2 agenda — to provide the council with the month it typically requires to consider his appointments, if the Board of Registrars is to be restocked in time for the special election on April 30. Otherwise, Lantigua would have to ask the council to short-circuit its review by scheduling emergency meetings to consider the nominees, or he could fill the empty seats with temporary appointments.
Lantigua used both those emergency strategies in a fumbled effort to fill two vacancies on the Licensing Board last year, which caused four successive nominees to fail at the hands of the City Council and City Attorney.
In following up that effort with a second 11th-hour effort to fill a city board in the face of a looming deadline, Lantigua faces a separate issue: if he fills the vacant seats on the Board of Registrars with temporary appointments, the result will be a four-member board without a single member approved by the City Council.
Lantigua gave Medina a temporary appointment on Nov. 3, 2011, nearly 17 months ago. A second seat is held ex officio by City Clerk William Maloney.
Leaving Lawrence without a functioning Board of Registrars as it heads into a high-profile statewide special election could add the city's troubled history of voting dating to at least the 1990s, when it settled charges of racial discrimination in election practices brought by the U.S. Justice Department by agreeing to several reforms.
The state ordered more reforms in 2006, and two years ago Maloney found a string of "irregularities and misconduct" at a polling place that cost an election warden his job. Most recently, a handwriting expert hired by The Eagle-Tribune concluded that Rafael Tejeda, the senior worker in the city's Election Division, forged four signatures on nominating petitions that put City Council President Frank Moran on the ballot for the statehouse seat he won in November.
Moran did not return a phone call yesterday seeking comment on the Board of Registrars issue.
"This needs to happen at the next City Council meeting for us to be in compliance with state law so that we can run an election and do it properly," said Councilor Daniel Rivera, who is running for mayor. "It's a simple process, to appoint people. People are wondering why people are always talking bad about Lawrence. We've got to do the basics, and we have to do the basics well. And this is a basic function of government."


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I love the beast but I had to vote for Eric because he is definately the hottest. Is it weird to find an animated character hot?
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I love the beast but I had to vote for Eric because he is definately the hottest. Is it weird to find an animated character hot?
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:sneaky: Some of the ladies here have been know to chant We wants the Tarzan! We wants the Tarzan! I won't mention any names though...
And I voted for the Beast. :beast: Although I have to admit, I don't care for his human form very much. It would have been very hard for the crew to create an image of the human prince that everyone would have loved. Especially since they spent the entire movie trying to get you and Belle to love him in the beast form...
If no one minds some male input on this topic (my blood's as red as any of the guys expounding on the princess topics, honest), I've got to cast a vote for Prince Phillip.
He wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty, and he appeared to have a pretty good sense of humor; even able to laugh at himself (the "No....carrots...." bit is a good one, and he seemed to deal with Aurora's woodland friend's stealing his stuff with a pretty light heart).
I voted for Prince Charming, he has always been my favorite since I was little. It doesn't hurt that I think him and my hubby look alike. I love Prince Philip for alot of the reasons already listed but Prince Charming is my favorite
Simba! :lol:
Prince Eric is growing on me as well now....:ariel:
I almost voted for Prince John and Bambi but just because they haven't had any votes at this point. I do like the fact Prince John gets what he deserves.
Anyway, I digress a little. I voted for Prince Phillip because I felt he was one of the first princes to have a true "part" and not just someone who rides up and steals the girl off to the castle. He is willing to give up his kingdom for the woman of his dreams.
Originally Posted by SnwhtNdwrfs
Plus don't forget for a cartoon he pretty hot;) I sure would date him.
And he fights for her, risks death, and still looks wonderful. Prince Charming has rugged good looks but he doesn't "do" anything. I want a man of action.
Prince charming :smitten: :love:
I married mine :wink: :yahoo: :love: :smooch:
Awww.....(sorry, I just had to!) :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by crashbunny
Eric wooohooooooooooo
i picked the beast! you fall in love with his vulnerability, and he is so gentle, but then when he turns human.........oh momma mia :grin: !
:smitten: Ali :smitten:
I voted for the beast, just because he realizes the true beauty of belle inside as well.
In the cartoon, wow! he is hot. but his human form at MGM, well, let's just say they didn't spend too much money on that boys wig!!!


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