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Disclaimer: Sons Of Anarchy belongs to Kurt Sutter, the FX Network and Fox
21. This story is not-for-profit but I own it.

Date: 09/04/2008

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Drug use, strong language, voyurism, incest, female solo sex, male
solo sex, male/female sex

Category: Het

Pairing: Jax/Gemma

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Other Notes: This story is based on a picture entitled 'Bareback' by an
artist named Keith Garvey.

Summary: Gemma goes for a walk and Jax rides himself up to her to see if
she's okay, only to have a sudden rainstorm cause both mother and son to rush
themselves straight into her house.

Dedications: None so far.
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Sons Of Anarchy: How To Really Ride Bareback
by Andrew Troy Keller (atk440@aol.com)

As far back as I could be able to remember, I had allowed myself to become
one of the members of the Redwood Original Chapter of a certain outlaw
motorcycle club known as the Sons Of Anarchy which happens to be based within
the town of Charming in Northern California long enough to know that it has
been co-founded by the Sons' own president, Clay Morrow and his best friend,
John Teller and ever since then, all of the club's member have been able to
maintain control of the town with close community relationships, bribery and
violent intimidation.

And of course, it was also true that all of the members of the Sons Of
Anarchy Motorcycle Club had allowed themselves to stick together no matter
what happens to them and that includes John suddenly getting himself killed
and forcing his widow to marry Clay and become Mrs. Gemma Teller Morrow, one
of his sons named Tommy having died of congenital heart defect in childhood
and his one surviving son, Jackson Teller -- who happens to be the
vice-president of the club and whose family and friends had nicknamed
'Jax' -- had divorced his wife named Wendy Case, who had became
crack-addicted even before she had given birth and became the mother of
Jax's son, Abel.

But if you were to ask me, I really was hoping that Abel was tough enough to
make a full recovery --t hanks to the help of a good friend named Doctor Tara
Knowles -- and that Wendy was also able to recover enough to finally get it
through that thick skull of hers that she should get her doped-up ass
straight into a rehab program and kick that meth habit of hers forever.

And if I'm not mistaken, I had a feeling that not one of the other members of
the Sons Of Anarchy had any idea as to how Wendy was able to get her hands on
that shit since even though they were able to make their own money by
importing a whole shitload of illegal weapons and selling them to an
African-American drug gang in the East Bay and keep the meth traffickers out
of town which had caused them to encounter some big-time trouble in the form
of Ernest Darby -- who happens to be the head of a gang of meth-distributing
White Supremacists known as the 'Nords'--and Marcus Alvarez, the head of the
rival Oakland-based motorcycle gang known as the 'Mayans'.

Anyway, it was on a warm and sunny Thursday afternoon that Gemma had decided
to step out of the house and start walking down the block just before a
curious Jax had rolled himself up to his beloved mother on his motorcycle,
looked at her and asked, "Say, Mom? What are you doing out here? Are you
feeling okay?"

And after she had looked at her loving son with a small smile on her own
face, placed her gentle hand on his shoulder and answered, "I'll be okay,
Sweetie. It's just that I need to take a little walk and try to come to grips
with what has been happening to our family and the club so far. I mean, I
know that I'm suppossed to be one of the strong ones along with Clay. But
after I had seen that Wendy's crack addiction has caused poor sweet little
Abel to be placed inside that little box just to stay alive...!"

But then, as soon as she had closed her eyes and allowed a single tear to
run down her cheek, an understanding Jax had wrapped his gentle arms around
Gemma, gave her a big loving hug and said, "Look, Mom. You really don't have
to feel guilty over what had happened to Wendy and Abel. Trust me. It really
wasn't your fault. How were you able to know that something like this would
happen?"

But just as she was about to say a single word to her own son, the skies
above both Jax and Gemma had began to turn grey and allowed a blast of
lightning to appear which was followed by the loud sound of thunder and the
sudden downpouring of rain and that had caused Jax to lift his beloved mother
up on to his motorcycle and zoomed the both of them straight back to her
house.

And as soon as they had riden the motorcycle into the garage and gotten
themselves off of that very bike, both Jax and Gemma had rushed themselves
into the house through a connecting door in the garage and into the bathroom
which was where they had stripped off all of their soaking wet clothes and
hung them over the shower curtain rod to dry.

But after they had done that, Jax and Gemma had looked at each other's
wonderfully-built bare-ass naked bodies for a minute or two and he was about
to give her a deep and passionate kiss on the lips, only to have a reluctant
Gemma to move her head away from Jax and say, "I just remembered that I have
to go check on something."

And after she had gotten herself out of the bathroom, placed her hand on her
bare chest and let out a sigh of relief, Gemma had stepped herself back
inside the garage, placed herself in front of her son's motorcycle, let a
single tear to run down her cheek and softly say, "I really do miss you,
John. With all of my heart."

Then, after she had started pumping two of her fingers in and out of her hot,
wet pussy and carressing her own tits with the other hand, Gemma had suddenly
heard the sound of footsteps walking towards her and it was that very sound
that had caused her to turn around and notice that Jax was standing right in
front of her and stroking his stiff cock which -- in turn -- had caused a
reluctant Gemma to place herself on her son's motorcycle, look at him with a
small smile on her face and say, "I had just came back out here to see how it
feels to ride bareback on one of these puppies."

"Well, Mom. If you were to ask me, you're doing really good on it. Now, if
you would let me, I'll show you how to really ride bareback on that bike,"
that was what Jax had said to Gemma before he had lifted her up and placed
his nude body on the motorcycle and his stone hard dick inside her cunt and
just as she was about to say something in objection to the whole idea, a
sudden wave of pure erotica had just flowed itself all over her very being
and it had forced her to allow her own son to place his hands on her firm
breasts and kiss her ever so deep and passionately on the lips.

Then, after they had gotten themselves off the bike and Jax had started
licking all over his own mother's nude body -- all the way down to her hot,
moist snatch and carressing her stiff mounds, Gemma had placed her hands on
her grown son's bare shoulders and said, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do
it, Jax! Touch me! Touch me there! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!" before
they had laid their nude bodies down on the floor of the garage and Jax had
turned himself around and allowed Gemma to start sucking on his stone cock.

And then, after they had suddenly realized that they were both able to enjoy
each and every minute of experiencing the one thing that they had each never
experienced with any member of their family before which happens to be pure
and untamed sexual pleasure, Jax had placed his stone hard dick inside
Gemma's asshole and used each of his hands to carress both her tits and
snatch, causing a sexually-charged Gemma to place one of her hands on Jax's
bare shoulder and the other hand on his bare arm and yell at the top of her
lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, JAX! TOUCH ME! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT
OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And after they had started moving themselves harder and faster and their
lovemaking has finally taken its last ride on its own motorcycle, both Jax
and Gemma had came and collapsed due to exhaustion just in time for Gemma to
place her gentle hand on her own son's bare shoulder and her head on his bare
chest, let out a sigh and ask, "Say, Jax? Could you please do me a favor and
keep this whole experience that we had to yourself?The reason why I had asked
is because if Clay would ever find out what we were doing in here, he'll
really go balastic."

"To tell you the truth, Mom. I really don't blame you. Besides, if I'm not
mistaken, Clay has enough problems of his own right now," that was what an
understanding Jax had said to Gemma before they had snuggled themselves up
to each other and fell asleep with their naked arms in a lover's embrace
while it was still raining outside.

Just then, on the very next day, as soon as all of the members of the Sons Of
Anarchy had arrived at their clubhouse for their daily meeting, a curious
Clay had walked himself over to Jax, placed his gentle hand on his stepson's
shoulder and said, "I had just heard from your mom that you had dropped by
the house yesterday just to cheer her up which was a good thing because she's
feeling better now. It's just that I can't help wondering what is it that
you two had done to make her feel better. ", before Jax had shrugged his
shoulders and answered, "Nothing much, Clay. I had just allowed myself to be
there for her, that's all."

THE END!

    

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