Now some of you may be wondering how Sam could fit into Mother's shirts

(or underwear) given Sam's rather prodigious 36DD bosom and boner-inducing hips. I've gone out of my way to not describe Mother's figure because... well... she's my mother and I don't ever want to think of her that way. So let's just say Mother's rack would qualify for BTC membership and leave it at that.

Cue the Oedipus complex jokes.

In any case, we all headed off to school with Sam driving her own SUV.

We had a fairly routine day, if by routine you mean Alice dragging me out to the parking lot for a quick BJ and VJ session. In the afternoon,

Naimh came over for “Neevie Monday" and proceeded to fuck my brains out. Twice. Sometime after round 2 we heard the sounds of someone walking down the hallway outside the door and discovered Sam bringing in three suitcases worth of gear into the guest bedroom, one of which was full of her books and things.

Naimh got horny again while Sam protested that she had to unpack and organize her things. The redhead convinced the blonde that there would be time to unpack Later, so that's how I ended up blowing a big load into Sam's penis garage from behind and then pulled out so a sixty-nining Naimh could lick up everything that dripped out.

Mother came home early, to check on Sam I must assume. A part of me felt annoyed that I couldn't recall a single instance when Mother had ever come home early to check on MY well-being, but the greater part of me figured that ship had sailed a long time ago and if the attention made Sam feel better, I was all for it.

I didn't really want to leave Sam, so I asked Belle to bring her dad over to my place for dinner. The five of us had a nice meal together, and even stayed at the dining table having a pleasant conversation for close to an hour after the plates had all been cleared away. But then

Belle and her dad returned home, Sam went up to the guest room to catch up on studying. And even at 11pm when I went to go check on her, she sat at the folding table we'd set up for her as a makeshift desk, studying who knows what because I knew her homework was already done.

She thanked me for caring enough to look in on her, and I returned to my bedroom alone. With no idea how long this situation would last or what it might take for Sam to reconcile with her family, I had a hard time falling asleep. But in the end, one thing gave me a blissful sense of peace, and with that one thing in mind, I found the solace I needed to drift off.

Sam had mailed in her Cal Berkeley paperwork today.

A stray beam of sunlight woke me up. The curtains had been shut, but there was a half-inch of space between them, and at this very time on this very date, the sun's rays came through at just the right angle to hit me right in the eyes.

The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against her back, covered only by a thin Layer of cotton. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the Large bare breast I was currently palming beneath her nightie. My Left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed.

Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into her panty-covered ass. And breathing deeply, I Let my head roll forward to push my nose into her platinum-blonde hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.

I had no idea when Sam had come to join me in my bed. She could've arrived immediately after I'd fallen asleep or slipped in less than an hour ago. I didn't know and didn't really care. All that mattered was that she was here now. I briefly checked the clock to make sure we had time before school on a Tuesday morning, and then I set to work gently stroking her body, titillating her senses, and teasing her flower petals open.

The last time I'd done this, she'd still been slick from the load I'd dumped in her the night before. I had no such Lubrication to count on this morning, so I spent extra time dipping my finger into her honeypot and gently tickling her budding clit. I forced myself to be patient so as not to wake her and really worked her up to it, so by the time I was ready for entry, I could feel on my fingers just how absolutely soaked she was.

“Holy SHIT," Sam gasped as she abruptly awoke, astonished to find herself suddenly filled with a thick column of man meat.

"Good morning," I murmured from just above her right cheek, still on my knees as my surprise insertion twisted her a bit so that our two bodies formed a narrow X-shape. I flexed my dick inside her for emphasis.

“Oh, fuck that's a great way to wake up,” she groaned, already curling her abs to undulate her body like a belly dancer even though she was on her side, automatically taking up the rhythm of pumping her pussy along the Length of my shaft.

Bending forward, I kissed her with fervent passion while she wrapped her arm around my neck and held me close. I squeezed first one breast and then the other with my right hand before sliding it down her torso to begin strumming her clit.

Sam's first orgasm came fast, primed as she was from my deliberate teasing while she'd still been unconscious. After that, she rolled onto her belly with her legs together, forming an exquisitely tight tunnel of love that didn't let me get as deep but really worked the shallow part of her vagina.

After screaming out her second orgasm (seriously, the girl couldn't be quiet if her life depended on it), Sam had me pull out and re-enter her missionary style, hooking her ankles around my calves and pulling us close together chest-to-chest. And she made Love to my mouth with her mouth while putting her milkmaid muscles to work to finally draw out my ejaculation.

One, two, three times I pumped, each time blasting more and more of my liquid love deep within the very center of her essence. She clinched me to her bosom, howling her joy into my ear, until I finally ran out of juice and collapsed straight on top of her.

“Mmm, that really IS a great way to wake up," Sam crooned into my ear, holding me close.