until the following day, something long planned for anyway. There was going to be some ‘girl-talk’ going on and they didn’t need the last remaining male in the house getting underfoot. Gramps had already cleared the way by making a surprise excursion up to Manchester to meet up with some old army friends, planning on being away for a few days at least.

OK – I was interested in hearing what would happen. So shoot me!

I thought it might be a bit of a laugh to listen in on the lurid details of Lizzie’s secret sex-life, not to mention my mother’s reactions. That would have been the best I could hope for, but I half expected it to turn into a ‘birds and bees’ talk because of Carrie’s presence, better than nothing, if not as amusing.

It was pretty simple to fake my departure, leaving home as scheduled and just reversing my frequent escapes during the evening to team up with my mates when we would mess around, chatting up the birds and generally doing all of the fun things sixteen-year-old boys do. Up the tree outside my window, onto the trellis work and in through my unlatched window. Easy.

Things only started going wrong when I took up my planned listening post on the top landing, out of sight but in a perfect position to hear everything that was said in the living room.

“Ok then – everyone upstairs and get ready for bed. Then we can meet in my room and have our chat,” I heard my mother say, her voice coming closer all the while.

Seeing the back of her head as she headed to the foot of the stairs, I had bare moments to get out of sight. Unfortunately, my room was at the far end of the upstairs corridor, next to the girl’s room. I slipped through my mother’s open bedroom door just barely avoiding early discovery.

Hide. I had to hide.

My mother’s Spartan tastes in furniture left me few options. No ‘under the bed’ action here with a thick box spring under her mattress. Her en-suite shower and toilet would soon be in use if she was getting ready for bed herself, and there were no convenient high backed chairs or screens so beloved of filmmakers or fantasizing schoolboys when sketching such scenarios.

I slipped into the large closet, hugging a far corner and hoping that I wouldn’t be seen through the far-too widely spaced slats of its concertina doors.

Hand on heart, I swear that I had no evil intent as I waited there. In fact I was sweating profusely and trembling violently as I awaited discovery and subsequent condemnation as a pervert or worse.

“I need ten minutes,” said my mother from the door, calling down the corridor to the girls. “Give me a chance for a shower and put my nightie on – then we can talk.”

My heart was in my mouth as I watched from the darkened depths of the slatted closet, my mother immediately cross her arms before her then swiftly lift away her light pullover top, revealing white lacy bra-covered breasts. I almost called out then and there, wanting to stop this before it went too far, but my throat was suddenly too dry to utter a sound. Her hands stretched behind her as she unhooked the last remaining cover to that forbidden sight.

This was the point where she turned away to walk into the adjoining shower room to run her water, allowing it to heat up before use. It also stopped me from seeing more than I should of my mother.

I had just about worked up my courage enough to get out of there while the going was good, encouraged by, of all things, the natural sounds of my mother making use of the toilet, when I heard the girls outside, arguing who would use the main bathroom first.

No en-suite facilities for us!

I think mother was on the point of emerging to sort out the argument when my two sisters went silent, obviously resolving the issue themselves.

I couldn’t risk it. I had to stay as I was.

It had to have been at least ten minutes that I waited there, I know, but it felt more like mere seconds before my mother was stepping out through the toilet door wearing one of those sheer satin-like dressing gowns. The ties hung loose at her sides but she was holding her skirt and other items of clothing she’d removed for the shower in front of her.

My breathing stopped, my heart too I think, when she walked around the bed and straight towards me, reaching out with her free hand to slide back the door and discover me – yet all I could think of just then was that I could see not only her nipples pressed up against the material of her covering, but, I swear, the areola too.

Just to make sure that I would get in as much trouble as was humanly possible when she found me there, eyes bulging and panting for air – which would of course be seen as lust rather than the fear it was – I had a rock hard erection bulging out from beneath my jeans.

Then, if only to show that it doesn’t take a cheesy script in a film to make last second reprieves fall into place, the girls were once again raising their voices in argument, a regular occurrence in the house, believe me.

Mother spun about with a mild under her breath curse, dropped the clothes she’d been carrying on the bed and headed for the conflict, tying off her dressing gown at last.

I wasted no time taking my bug eyes, dry mouth and bulging jeans quickly and quietly out of the closet, closing it so softly and slowly that I started worrying that I might be taking too long, then through into the recently vacated shower/toilet suite, getting in behind the stain glass of the shower cubicle itself and pulling out the privacy curtain within, though only barely enough to hide behind.

Just in time too.

Someone stepped into the toilet and pushed the door closed with a muttered curse at a ‘bloody cow’, the voice that of Carrie. I heard clothing being slipped down, the inadvertent snap of knicker-elastic, and once again the tinkling sound of splashing liquid, only this time from a mere couple of feet away. All Carrie had to do was lean to one side and she might have seen me behind the curtain.

Then she switched off the light and was gone, the door left open by mere crack.

I couldn’t hear what they were saying very well, so, as I was dead meat anyway when I was caught, I moved out of the shower and close to the door.

All three were sitting on the end of mum’s bed. I could see both of my sisters, they half turned towards our mother as she spoke to them. She was wearing the same dressing gown as before. Lizzie had her pajamas on, Carrie a knee length, semi-transparent nightgown. I guessed that she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath it from the way she held a light shawl around her shoulders. I could see the top of her knickers though, so she wasn’t completely naked beneath.

I had to adjust my ‘dress’ a couple of times due to discomfort, or at least, that’s the excuse I gave myself. Slipping my hand down my jeans to actually move my dick around went well with what I could see and hear.

“ – but who told you?” Lizzie was asking. She sounded more annoyed than worried. “No one’s being hurt. I’m on the pill for cramps anyway, just the same as you two – what’s the harm? We even use ‘johnnies’ when we do it too!” She seemed to think that pill and condom were a telling point.

“You’re sixteen –” mother said, patiently. Lizzie was having none of it though.

“Rubbish! You’re thirty-three. That means you had us when you were seventeen,” she pointed out damningly. “And that means –”

“ – that you were sixteen yourself, when you – um – did it!” finished Carrie, surprised into commenting. “I never thought about it before –”

Nor had I for that matter. I knew my mum and dad were married before we were born, but I never thought to check out how long before. With dad being dead, along with Granny – Mum’s mum, soon after we were born, the question had never come up before.

At least she didn’t try to wriggle out of the little trap she’d fallen into.

“That was then, and this is now,” she declared, using parent’s fallback reasoning, trying to keep control of the conversation. “Your reputation could be ruined if other boys and girls from school found out.”

“No mum, you don’t understand. It only happens in the gang – and only Eric or our boyfriends are allowed to do anything with us. And Eric and the boys don’t let anyone give us any grief.” Interesting arrangement they had there, I thought.

“This boy Eric – and your boyfriend?” asked mum, catching the main point immediately. Carrie was staring wide-eyed at Lizzie open-mouthed with amazement.

“Yeah. All the girls in the gang belong to Eric, all five of us. Then he gives us to one boy in the gang for a couple of months as his girlfriend. We get switched around so we don’t get bored after that.”

I saw mum’s hand rise to her mouth and could imagine the look on her face at this revelation.

“But that’s aw– ” mum started to say, stopping mid-sentence. “This doesn’t bother you? You don’t mind being handed around like – like – a sex toy?”

She was trying hard to maintain her calm. I was really quite impressed with her control, considering what she was hearing from her daughter.

“I like sex mother. I like that tingly feeling I get sometimes when they’re doing it to me. I like these guys. They take care of me.” Lizzie was trying to sound reasonable too. “And what will happen if you take me away from the school? I’ll just end up going somewhere else – and I’ll still like having sex. Only then it will be with people who might not be as good to me as Eric and the boys.”

After a pregnant pause of silence, I thought I heard my mother say something that really surprised me.

“You don’t need to have sex with a boy to get that ‘tingly feeling’, you know,” she said softly. I had to strain to hear it.

Carrie’s wide-eyed stare and open-mouthed amazement was turned now to mum.

“Lots of people masturbate,” said sweet, dear, oh so proper mother.

Lizzie giggled at this, and even the still shocked Carrie had to suppress a grin.

“Even you, mum?” Lizzie was living dangerously I thought at first.

“Even me,” came the unexpected response. “Don’t look so shocked, you two. I haven’t been with a man since your father died.” She grinned, I think, because the two girls did too while looking at her. “I like that tingly feeling too, you know.”

Lizzie giggled again, and I saw Carries mouth twitch as she tried to smile more broadly while still being properly shocked at what she was hearing from the other two. My dick twitched also, in response.

“I don’t!” said Carrie predictably, if belatedly.

“But I can’t make it work right,” Lizzie confessed, ignoring her sister’s hurried exclamation. “Sometimes I feel something, and other times it just gets sore down there with all the rubbing.”

My hand was down the front of my jeans on a permanent basis now, slowly massaging my dick against my belly. Crazy as it seemed, all of my own masturbatory excursions into fantasy had never featured my sisters or my mother. It simply hadn’t occurred to me. My mind drifted momentarily as I wondered why.

“Then you’re not doing it right, love,” responded my mother simply. “You’re not lubricating enough.”

My entire knowledge of females was of the ‘behind the bike-shed’ variety of male virgins, so I had no idea, precisely, of what she was talking about. The description – the words used, said much of course, but without more intimate knowledge of the female body, they evoked only blurry images in my mind.

“But I couldn’t use anything for that – Eric doesn’t like the taste.”

I nearly lost all caution at that point. I had a vivid picture in my mind of the guy she said she belonged to, a big rugby-type seventeen year old, ‘eating her out’ – something I’d only heard about from friends reading about it – and some even boasting that they had done it to unnamed girlfriends. It surprised me that they didn’t hear me in my hiding place.

Lizzie spoke as though our mother had accepted her relationships in the gang. She hadn’t. She tried to use what Lizzie said though.

“I don’t mean creams and oils,” explained our mother. “If he was worth the effort, he’d know what he was doing. Your Eric sounds like he needs to learn a bit before he should be telling women what to do.”

Clever. Turning Eric’s inexperience back on him. It was a lot more effective than simply ordering her not to do what she was doing.

“Tell me what you do when you masturbate,” she suggested unexpectedly.

“I rub my clit!” answered Lizzie, as though her intelligence had been questioned. “It just doesn’t work.”

“Well – have you ever had an orgasm?” mum asked after another pause, changing her approach.

“No, just the tingly feeling like I said.” I saw clearly as Lizzie looked down, almost as though shamed at her failure. “I don’t know why it doesn’t work. Maybe I’m not old enough to have orgasms.” Her suggestion might have worked with me. Not mum.

“Nonsense. Show me what you do,” mum commanded. Lizzie just sat there, surprised, and looking embarrassed.  Then mum went a step further.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about – we’re just three women together. We’re alone,” she emphasized, declaring them her equals rather a mother and than her children. “I’ll tell you what – let’s all take our clothes off. All three of us.” Forcing the issue, she immediately stood up, undid the dressing gown’s ties and slipped it off, still facing away from me, unfortunately for my awestruck gaze. I saw just her bare back, her naked ass, and one momentary, glorious glimpse of her right breast in profile as she twisted to drop the discarded garment onto the bed behind her before sitting down again.

“Ok,” Lizzie responded, totally at ease with the suggestion. She, it turned out, was used to being exposed and even naked in front of others of her gang at times. Only Eric and her boyfriend might be permitted to touch her according to their rules, but that didn’t mean that said ‘touching’ was done at all times in private.

I watched open mouthed as she stood up and dropped her pajama bottoms, getting a clear view of the dark snatch of hair at her groin before she sat down again, half facing in my direction. Unhesitating, she then removed her top after releasing the four oversized buttons down the front, exposing her breasts.

They were still cone-like in shape, but developing into the fuller shape shown in the magazines that I was used to. She had dark nipples, with equally darkly tinted surround of her areola standing out against the paleness of the remaining breast tissue.

I started rubbing my dick in earnest at the sight, eyes riveted on my sisters tits.

Then, even surprising me into stopping my semi-masturbation, Carrie dropped her shawl, showing me that she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her nightie. She didn’t look at all happy at the way things were going, but she didn’t want to be left as the odd one out in the room. As our mother before her had done before her, she crossed her hands in front of her and, obviously with great reluctance, pulled the semi-transparent night attire up and over her head.

Disappointingly, she retained her knickers.

I resumed my dick massage, pre-cum already starting to make wet noises. I was worried that they might even hear me due to the noise I could hear, but they remained as they were.

“Show me what you do,” mum instructed again, gently, but insistent. I just felt annoyed. They were on the end of the bed rather than the side near my own position. I couldn’t see anything when Lizzie’s hand dipped out of sight between her thighs and started moving up and down.

All I got from it was the sight of her breasts jiggling about in time with her hand’s efforts below. At my own experience level, that was plenty, but I knew there was more, and so felt the loss. I wanted to actually see what she was doing with her fingers.

“I rub here,” said my little sister, looking down at her agitating hand, “and squeeze on my titties at the same time, sort of pinching the nips and tweaking them.” She looked up at mum. “Sometimes Eric sucks and nibbles on my nipples – or maybe Roger.”

I think I hated boyfriend Roger, along with Eric, just then. Jealous. Envious.

Just then I ejaculated into my cupped hand, unable to control myself following the eroticism of my sister’s fingering activity, turning away from the three females in the bedroom, almost as though they could see me. I barely managed to stifle the vocal demonstration of that culmination of my voyeuristic pleasure.

Quietly, I cleaned the semen carefully drawn from my jeans in my hand, tissue quietly torn from the convenient roll and dropped into the water.

I hurried back to my station behind the door.

Lizzie was lying back on the bed, both hands resting, fingers interlaced upon her belly, her breasts jutting upwards, gravity spreading them downwards only a very little, her dark nipples enticingly protuberant and begging the attention of properly attentive lips and tongue.

Mother was leaning to one side, her left arm supporting her as she half turned to her daughter. The view this gave me of her left tit as it hung there, seemingly above the prostrated form of Lizzie, starting my erection off once again immediately. I could see also that she was reaching forward with her right hand, that arm now thrust out before her and out of my sight.

“ – and you don’t just rub like this,” mum was saying softly down to Lizzie, “you have to dip inside to use your natural wetness. You have to wet your fingers with it to lubricate them.”

She leaned forward to kiss Lizzie on the forehead.

“You were rubbing everything down there – but it is the clitoris that is most important.”

Obviously, I had missed something while cleansing myself from that first spending of my seed. Watching my mother’s right shoulder moving rhythmically, it only then occurred to me that my mother was actually masturbating my sister, her daughter.

Lizzie was lying there, open mouthed and panting. I saw her interlaced fingers clenching across her sweating belly, her nipples and their immediate surrounds swelling and extending from the rest of that gorgeous breast tissue. She was moving her hips too, I saw, even though only her belly was clearly visible beyond the leaning form of our mother.

Mum’s visible tit was swaying rhythmically too.

Then she paused, and my sister’s unfocused gaze turned sharply to my mother.

“It’s alright, sweetheart – I just wanted to be sure that your hymen was broken –” I understood then that my mother’s helpfulness had an ulterior motive as well. The only way she could have been sure of this was by thrusting fingers deep into my sister’s hole.

I was hard put to stop my moan of desire, the thought of what was doing before me almost overwhelming my senses. My hand once again delved into my jeans.

Beyond the two participants of my living libidinous dream, Carrie sat watching, as was I, only she was better able to see what I desperately wanted to view myself. Much to my surprise though, besides the expected shock that I knew would be there in the expression of that ever-prudish sister of mine, I saw also a suggestion of curiosity.

Interestingly, I saw the same protruding nipples on Carrie as I had noted on Lizzie. One was as aroused as the other!

Vivid imagination filled in the gaps regarding the state of my mother’s breasts, remaining unseen from my vantage point as they were at that time. I assumed they were no different than my sister’s, making of this a pornographic display for me.

– as it would for any sixteen year old guy!

Just then my mother dropped to the floor from her seat on the bed, exposing the length of Lizzie’s body, complete with the top-end view of her pubic hair and down to her knees where her feet dropped to the floor. Mother’s breasts, though, were now visible to my lustful gaze as she looked up through the spread thighs of her daughter.

“You finish it, dear, just as I was doing” she commanded encouragingly, and Lizzie’s right hand slipped immediately down her body, covering her pubic hairs from my view again, then moving vertically up and down at right angles to her groin. This time I could actually see her hips moving spasmodically, increasingly so, moans intermingled with grunts coming from her.

 “That’s right, my love – that’s right –” mother cooed, smiling encouragingly.

Then, thrusting her hips upwards and frigging herself vigorously in a final, almost violent finale, Lizzie cried out inarticulately, shuddering – her clenched thigh muscles, tensed hip muscles, and belly convulsions subsiding by degree thereafter.

“Oh mother – I didn’t know. I didn’t know,” whispered Lizzie huskily, her voice change to me as erotic as her prior activities. Even mother’s gentle approving kiss on Lizzie’s knee was somehow erotic to me.

I wanted to kiss Lizzie’s body too – all over. Then, equally, mother’s body!

Next, mum looked across to the stunned form of my other sister. She smiled, standing upright and then pausing – as though posing as a full-frontal display for my lustful gaze – she stepped around to the other side of the bed.

Mother, dark auburn hair to her shoulders, wide mouthed and ruby-lipped, her twinkling eyes with tiny creases beneath and to the side, was a pretty woman with a pretty smile, and could easily be mistaken for a mature teenager, or a young woman in her twenties. She wasn’t a fitness fanatic, nor was she without padding – although that was clearly appropriately dispersed about her body. Her breasts were firm yet mobile, simply an older woman’s version of those adorning the chests of both of my sisters, her daughters. She had a thick ‘v-shaped’ thatch of hair at her groin, above a narrow gap between inviting, rounded thighs.

That morning, learning of the ‘girl-talk’ evening plans, I would not have dreamt of what I saw before me then, any more than I would have dreamt of the raging lust I would find in myself for not only my sisters, but even the previously sacrosanct body of my mother.

“Let me show you too,” she said to Carrie as my sister looked up at her, gently pressing her shoulder and laying her back onto the bed alongside Lizzie.

Mum knelt next to her, this time facing me though, and reached forward to draw Carrie’s knickers down to mid-thigh level, giving me the same top-end view of dark pubic curls I could see on my other sister. I don’t think she really wanted this, but something was controlling her, suppressing her more normal prudishness.

Right hand gently caressing Carrie’s hair, soothing, I watched her left rest first on the girl’s thigh, then stroke softly up to meet the base of the pubic hair. This time, the view wasn’t obscured by my mother’s body, nor was it covered by the hand dipping into my sister’s slit. I watched, transfixed, my mothers thumb ruffling the stiff pubic hairs while her fingers delved deeply between Carrie’s thighs. Her fingers were immediately glistening with her daughter’s natural oils, I saw – just as my own masculine fluids now moistened my own fingers.

I watched then as my mother’s hand dropped lower between Carrie’s thighs, just her thumb visible as it moved up and down even as her hand gently moved into the body.

“Ow! What –?” said Carrie, shocked out of her increasingly dream-like state by her mother’s intrusion. I had been watching her hips moving with my mother’s intimate ministrations, holding my breath as I concentrated my attention on mum’s left hand.

“I’m sorry, darling. Just making sure you were ok down there,” she said, quickly withdrawing her hand completely.

Carrie was a confirmed virgin then.

“You finish it too, love. You’re well on the way now,” said my mother sweetly as she looked down upon her daughter’s first hesitant fingering of her own, already aroused pussy. Being right-handed, Carrie blocked my detailed view of what she was doing as Lizzie had on her turn.

I didn’t mind though. From my point of view, directly above my older sister’s increasingly vigorous finger activity, her moans and little gasps a beautiful musical accompaniment to the show before me, there hovered my mothers lovely tits, gently rising and falling with each breath. My mouth was actually watering at the thought of sucking on either or, better still, both of those luscious mounds of flesh.

Then, sadly, it was over.

Carrie shuddered convulsively, just three times, each accompanied by a deep sigh, achieving orgasm. I stopped playing with myself though, rather than rubbing my dick to a ‘second cumming’, so to speak. I wanted nothing more than to get back to the privacy of my room so that I could do a good job of my five fingered fuck.

Lizzie had other ideas though.

“Now you mum,” she demanded, patting the bed between Carrie and her. “It’s your turn.” Lizzie’s voice sounded odd to me. Then again, I think, my voice would have sounded odd too after whet she’d recently experienced.

“No, I don’t think that I –” mother started to demur, cheeks flushing scarlet.

“Lizzie!” yelped Carrie, belatedly remembering that she was the prude of the trio.

“Uh uh! She’s got to be fair. We did it.” She patted the bed once more, firmly, she the adult, almost, and our mother the reluctant child. “I want to see how she does it properly. She said we were just three women and that it was ok. So – its her turn!”

My hand was already diving deep into my jeans again. Between them, they’d probably kill me when the caught me now anyway. I decided that it would be worth it!

She was kneeling next to the bed, silent. She had not said anything more – then I noticed the movement of her right shoulder. She was sucking and biting on her bottom lip. I wanted to crush those lips with my own just then, when I realized that she was masturbating, taking her turn.

It was actually Carrie that protested, voice uncertain to be sure, that mum was cheating. She was hiding, as though shy, or even maybe shamed at what she was doing.

“Yes mum. Do it up here so that we can see. Be fair,” said Lizzie joining her sister, complaining. I had to bite my tongue to stop myself joining the protest.

Amazingly, mum stood up, moved to the end of the bed and sat down. Head lowered, she brought her right hand forward to reach between her legs, with not a single word from her. Nor did she say anything when Lizzie, and even Carrie, gently pulled on her shoulders until she at last laid herself back onto the covers looking up at the ceiling.

This suited me fine. Not only could I see her much more extensive bush of pubic hair, compared to the offerings of my sisters that is, but I could also look at her gorgeous tits, my fantasies involving them affecting both salivary glands and my ever more rigid dick.

Oh for a camera so that I could blackmail them, I thought. It didn’t occur to me that I was thinking in terms of a boy about all that I could see. Even as I watched three females masturbating with and to each other, I wanted to do the same to them. I wanted to fondle my sister Lizzie’s tit the way she did when she was wanking herself off.

Seeing my mothers left hand cross her chest to tease her right nipple, pinching and tweaking, plucking – then massaging the whole mound, all this while her right hand snaked down to delve deeply into that hair I so wanted to stroke, I knew that her’s would be the first that my fantasy blackmail would demand access to. As had the girls, mum’s hand too rubbed up and down, using short energetic bursts of activity. I noticed that she, unlike the other two though, also at times rolled her wrist.

I desperately wanted to see what she was doing.

“See,” cried Lizzie excitedly. “She does it differently!” Unheeding of any such dignity there might be there in the room, given their experimentation and play, Lizzie then got up off the bed and placed herself at her mother’s knees, insistently prying them apart. “I want to see,” she said emphatically. I’m not sure if mum’s reluctance was embarrassment at the close-quarter inspection of her pussy, or just that she wanted to continue rubbing her thighs together. Maybe it was just a little of each.

‘I want to see!” I moaned silently to myself.

“I want to see what it looks like in real life, not just in text books.” She hadn’t seen any porn mags then. I had a couple in my secret stash I could loan her. For a price.

Mum started making little animal noises, moans and tiny gasps, her hips in motion timed to synchronize with her busy fingers, my busy fingers.

“Ah – ah –Ah!” we almost whimpered as her body responded ever more readily to her pleasure probing.

That was the point when I almost lost control completely.

Lizzie pushed mum’s legs widely apart, pulled her hand to one side, then leaned forward to lick, once, twice and a third time from back to front. Carrie, leaning close to see for herself what Lizzie wanted to see, actually yelped with surprise. Mother froze, bewildered in her near-orgasmic state at what had just happened.

I almost snapped my dick off.

Lizzie looked a little shocked herself.

“I – I – um, that’s what they do,” she tried to explain. “Eric, and Roger I mean. I just wanted to see what it was like to do that. It was my only chance –”

“I’m sorry, mum. I’ve ruined it for you!” the girl sobbed.

Our parent was laying back again, once more looking up at the ceiling as she took deep breaths in, she subsiding from her near orgasm, tiny aftershocks causing her rising and falling tits to tremble enticingly.

“If that’s all they can do then I know you can do better!” she said eventually.

None of us, the two in the open, nor the uninvited lurker in the dark playing with his dick, could believe what she’d just said.

“Mum!” cried the two girls in unison, shocked by this more than anything else that had happened in that bedroom all evening.

Mum actually giggled at this like a schoolgirl up to no good.

“Well – I mean!” she declared disparagingly. “If all they can do is slobber all over a girl as they lap at you like puppies –”

Carrie squealed with delight at this, surprising the hell out of me. Lizzie wanted to grin, but she looked confused.

“Yeah, wouldn’t they like to have someone teaching them!” she said uncertainly. “But they can get their own mum. You’re not annoyed with me?”

“Too right they can get their own mum!” ours responded with a laugh. “From all you’ve told me about them, I don’t think I’d like to entrust my pleasure to their hands – or anything else of theirs for that matter!” My mother was actually enjoying herself with this girl-talk evening of hers. Then, “Ok girls – get down where you can see, and I’ll tell you what they should have been doing!”

I was starting to wonder if she already knew I was there. I wondered if she was punishing me by allowing all of this to go on, but just out of my view.

Oh, it was nice to see her tits squashing together as she reached down between her legs with her left hand, cupping her pussy and then moving her fingers apart. Her right hand, joining the other, reached between the spread fingers – probing as she searched. I wasn’t seeing what the girls were though, both of them leaning close in avid curiosity as though they were being shown the secret of the universe.

And so they were, from my point of view.

“See this bit here – I think – just below – this –” She was twisting as she tried to reach down, without at the same time sitting too far forward and thus covering over what she was trying to show. “Damn it, this isn’t going to work. Come on Lizzie, lets trade places,” she said, bouncing up off the bed and pulling the girl to her feet.

Now what?

I saw Lizzie bounce as she fell back onto the bed, pushed there playfully by mum, Carrie falling back with her as she tried to help control her naked sister’s fall. All three were laughing gleefully for whatever reason it was that they had.

“Spread ‘em girl,” mum commanded, beaming happily at her daughters.

Carrie reached across and dragged her sister’s nearest leg wide. “Yeah, spread ‘em girl!” said the prude.

A moment later mum was resting her elbows on Lizzies knees, her hands reaching into her groin. Carrie was bobbing and weaving her head, trying to see what mum was talking about as she poked and prodded her wriggling daughter’s pussy.

“The man needs to put his tongue here,” I heard her say, speaking into Lizzie’s cunt as though it was a microphone. “Then, if the labia lips are held apart, he can suck down onto the hood and –”

“Mum, I can’t see,” Carrie complained. “you’re in the way.”

“I can’t see either,” Lizzie whined, frustrated. Aroused, I think.

Mum lifted her head and eyes to look first at Carrie, then up her laid out body to Lizzie. Her expression changed, a decision made.

“If either of you say anything about this, you’ll die a gruesome death,” she threatened jokingly. At least, I think it was jokingly. She sounded serious.

With one last hard stare at each girl, she lowered her face into my sister’s groin.

“This is what it should be like,” she muttered.

I was watching my mother eat out my sister.

“Oh mum – oh mum –” Lizzie was clutching at both of her own tits, moaning as she kept pushing her cunt up into my mother’s face, all of this to the accompaniment wet sucking sounds. From time to time mother’s eyes would look up along her daughter’s body, then down again at what she was doing.

I have no idea how long it went on, I just stood there in the dark, barely breathing. I was just floating in space.

Then, hours – or maybe just seconds later – who cares – my mouth dry from hanging open for some unknown length of time, I saw my sister’s spasmodic arching of her body as she cried out her release, cumming with spectacular energy, mum having to wrap her arms beneath and back over Lizzie’s thighs and pushing with her face, sucking – sucking. Sucking.

“I’ve got to teach Eric how to do that!” croaked Lizzie shakily as she looked down at mum’s smiling eyes afterwards. I almost shot my load when I saw mother’s lower face and neck glistening with my sister’s love juices, and came even closer to it when she leaned forward to plant a loving kiss at the very site of her recent attentions.

I saw Carrie reach out to grip mum’s wrist, shaking her.

“Show me mum – it’s my turn. I want to learn how it’s done,” she pleaded.

I wanted a turn too!

Mum sounded kind of resigned when she responded.

“Yes, of course. You need to know too.” She smiled stickily, her expression turning a little worldly as she looked at Carrie. She lightly slapped Lizzie’s thigh. “Shoo, wicked little girl, you sister needs a taste of what’s to come –”

Lizzie was recovered enough hear something funny in mum’s words and laughed as she rolled off the bed. Carrie scooted across quickly to take her place.

“No fella’s going to get away with slobbering on me again!” Lizzie declared. “Get your ass over here sis! You won’t believe what you’ve been missing, you little virgin.”

Before the start of the girl-talk night, they would have been fighting words, up to and including full contact, no holds barred hair pulling, slaps and scratching – not to mention the punching, kicking and kneeing besides!

Those two can get nasty when they get going.

Now I was witness to different passions though.

Carrie looked nervous when she laid herself back onto the now sweat dampened covers of mum’s bed, she calmly taking up her station between her eldest’s thighs.

“It will be slightly different for you sweetie, your sister has been stretched by her boyfriends, at least. Her skin is looser,” she said, leaning forward a lightly kissing her target. “You need to relax, love. After this no man is going to short change you.”

Again I saw my mother lower her lips to the snatch of hair between a sister’s thighs. Carrie, herself, laid there, still – staring at the ceiling pale faced. Unlike Lizzie, she did not fondle her own breasts, or tease at the nipples as mother had done while she masturbated. Carrie didn’t like people touching her tits, I knew. Not even herself, it seemed.

Her hands were at her sides, clutching at the bedding, mum’s head in motion as she worked on my sister’s clit. I saw little waves of tremors washing over Carrie’s body, seeming, if only in my feverish mind, to be radiating out from my mother’s point of contact on her virgin cunt lips.

For the first time, I realized that I’d taken my cock out of my jeans as I watched them. It was almost a surprise to see it there in my hand, working it back and forth gently. I didn’t care any more – if I was going to get in trouble for something, it may as well be as one guilty rather than an innocent found in a compromising position.

“Are you all right Carrie?” I heard mum ask softly, muffled by the position of her mouth between the girl’s legs. Her voice sounded soothing rather than concerned. I heard the sound of sucking renewed, even the hint of a sound suggesting pleasure on mum’s part, taking the whole thing to another level.

“Ah – ah – ah – ah –” was her only reply, the girl’s breath becoming too ragged to articulate any more than basic sounds.

Lizzie, seeing her sister’s fall into that zone of bliss, dared to reach out and lay her hand on her breast, even starting to massage it when Carrie did nothing more than moan softly.

“No Lizzie,” mum said, softly so that she didn’t break the mood. Lizzie grinned wickedly and bent over to lick, then quickly suck her sister’s nipple momentarily into her mouth before backing off. Mother returned to her task.

I don’t think Carrie even realized it had happened.

Then it was done. The panting, gasps and little catches in Carrie’s breathing then started multiplying, almost smoothing out in character as they became more rapid-fire – like an engine at higher revolutions.

I was new to this, ok? A sixteen-year-old virgin in voyeuristic Nirvana. You try to think of a simile for the situation!

All I clearly recall is seeing my sister’s crotch being pushed up into my mother’s mouth – relaxing – then being push up again just as desperately, rhythmically, with a sort of ‘uh – huh, huh, huh –” sound coming from somewhere deep inside of her throat, the bedding from beneath her clutched in her hands being drawn up in white-knuckled fists as she tried for some reason unknown to me to hold onto something – anything, probably, during ‘that’ moment.

My own breathing was becoming just a little ragged too.

Lizzie stood up, moving next to mum, who climbed to her feet as well, wiping the back of her hand across her lips, only partially clearing the sheen of cum-juice from her face. The two hugged each other closely, joined then by the still shaken, weak-kneed Carrie.

My fantasy changed instantly to one of being in the midst of those three naked females, compliant tits all somehow level with my face and my all-too eager lips and tongue, my knowing fingers exploring more than just my own cock.

 This then was the end.

Or so I thought.

“Time for the final exams, mum,” bold Lizzie said, reaching across her body to take mum’s left arm in her two hands. The family prude turned her naked body the other way, taking the right.

“Yes mum – it’s time to see if we’ve got it right.”

She didn’t so much fight the suggestion, nor did she even resist their insistent tugging on her arms as they maneuvered to the edge of the bed once more, seeming resigned to the inevitability of what was to happen next.

“This was not what I had in mind,” she told them – us – softly, “when I set up our little chat. This has gone way beyond –”

“Mum – mum!” said Carrie, bending to kiss her shoulder. “This was exactly what I needed from our little ‘girl-talk’. I never knew –”

Then it was Lizzie’s turn to interrupt.

“Oh mum,” she said, hugging herself close on her mother’s captive arm. “I thought I was so – so – oh, I don’t know – ‘grown up’, with the boys.” She reached across to stroke her sister’s arm companionably, more at peace with her than she had been in all their sixteen years.

Well, I would be at peace with her too, I thought, if I could only get my lips on her titties as Lizzie had done! But that’s just me of course –

“Now I can show them –” she went on to say, to her mother’s dismay.

“But I wanted you to understand that you didn’t need –”

“Mum. I like belonging to Eric,” she explained gently. “Now it can be even better. So much better.”

“Now you sit down there, madam,” said Carrie then, primly, incongruously, in her nudity. “We expect a full report on how well we’ve done –”

“Yeah,” grinned Lizzie. “– after the ‘oral’ exam!”

Mum made one of those snorting, snuffling laughs at that as she fell back onto the bed, pushed away by the two girls and ‘assuming the position’. A good thing too. The sight of her beautiful boobs bouncing as they settled after her fall to her back, and the thought of what was surely to come tricked me into making my first audible sound throughout the whole affair.

Both girls laughed with us too, so my contribution went unnoticed, thankfully.

For the first time that evening, Carrie took the lead, bending forward, her own not entirely displeasing fleshy mounds momentarily pendant and alluring in their own right, and pushed apart our suddenly hesitant mother’s knees. Again, I don’t think it was resistance, just an all too natural adjustment to the unusual circumstances. My sister then sank to her knees, her body upright as she looked first at her mother – seeking not approval for what was to be, so much as acceptance. Understanding maybe. Then she turned her head to face Lizzie, her expression perhaps a sign of a new understanding between them.

Hell! I didn’t care – I just wanted them to get on with it.

Carrie then placed her forearms on either of my mother’s knees, drawing them out and back until her palms rested against mum’s inner thighs. With stroking motions knee-wards, each softly starting from further and further towards her goal, caressing a now increasingly shivering recipient of her full attention, the back of her hands eventually brushed against mother’s brush. The direction of the strokes changed, little finger edges of both hands now fluffing abundant pubic hair ‘northward’, making it stand out from my mother’s body as it had not before.

– brushing it out, and away from hidden cunt lips beneath its protective canopy.

I saw the wet, tiny pink tip of Carrie’s tongue protruding from her lips as she lowered herself, and as she buried her mouth and nose in the auburn brush of her mother’s pubes, I couldn’t stop myself from increasing the tempo of my previously slow, anticipatory massage of my almost painfully hard dick, not even slowing when I sprayed the inside of the door with my seed.

So focused were they in the bedroom on what they were doing, what was taking place, none noticed the totally abandoned sounds of my vigorous activity so near to them.

I drew blood with my teeth on my left hand, a small price to pay to stop myself crying out as my balls paid tribute to the beauty of what I was observing – even sharing.

Lizzie knelt herself up on the bed, her hand resting on mum’s belly, knees trapping her left arm against the body, blocking that hand from joining the other as that one kneaded and fondled her own right breast.

Our mother answered with little inarticulate puffs of breath through partly opened mouth, eyes held dreamily closed, when Lizzie questioned her, whispering, if Carrie was doing it right. Her hand slid up from the belly to cup mum’s left breast, aiding the woman’s participation in that quest for ‘the tingly feeling’ as she and Lizzie had described it before. My youngest sibling then dared to imitate her mother’s play with the nipple and its surrounds on the right breast.

I wondered if perhaps Lizzie might now perhaps find herself even more amusing for the boys of the gang, when they discovered, that is, her seeming newfound interest in female anatomy.

For the second time now I saw a woman’s areola swelling, almost independent of the breast itself, as if it might want to burst open through the, clearly, hardened nipple. Lizzie saw it too, and immediately lowered her lips to suckle on the aroused left breast.

Mum’s eyes opened, then closed, her own fingers on the right breast missing not a beat, simply accepting, the rhythm of said beat extending now to her hips as she started moving them up and down, from side to side beneath the insistent mouth and tongue of my other sister.

I watched dumfounded then as Carrie’s right hand dropped out of sight between mum’s legs, the opened eyed shock that flooded our mother’s face that coincided with vigorous right shoulder movement from my older sister, she concentrating her oral efforts at what must have been the very front of mum’s cunt.

“Its ok, mum,” said Lizzie wickedly, pausing in her own oral ministration only long enough to see what was happening. “She’s only checking to see if you’re ok down there.”

“But I was only – I was only – When I did it to her, her – her –” sobbed mum, losing control. Then, “Ahhhh – uh, uh – uh – UH!”

Carrie seemed to have done well in her test.

Lizzie raised her head reluctantly from the saliva glistening nipple she’d been suckling and smiled happily.

“Now its my turn!” she declared, immediately throwing her right leg across her mother’s torso and descending immediately upon mum’s yet to recover pussy, almost before lustfully grinning Carrie could get out of the way. She, not yet satisfied herself, it seemed, climbed to her feet and swiftly got onto the bed, positioning herself next to mum’s shoulders.

She then proceeded to give her groaning parent a close up demonstration of what two fingers from her right hand had been doing while she was ‘checking’ below, though I could see at once that what she was doing to Lizzie’s cunt, was much more leisurely in pace than it had been on mum’s poor pussy.

I think I made some whimpering noises, though less loudly than the combined licking and sucking, intermingled with pleasurable moans coming from both mother and Lizzie. I was almost drooling, stupid in my amazed lust at the sight of one sister’s fingers slowly, wetly penetrating the other sister’s cunt hole to the knuckles.

It crossed my mind that if I never saw anything like this again, I would still have no further need for the dull, lifeless porn magazines I had hitherto thought myself blessed to own.

Let others dream. I had seen!

I don’t think I can recall a single thing beyond that steady two fingered fuck Carrie was giving Lizzie, while she bobbed her head, stretching her neck to get down and around the bulk of mother’s mons veneris to work on the seat of pleasure of the woman beneath her.

None of us saw Gramps enter the room to stand quietly in the doorway, observing with what would seem supreme detachment. How long he watched the bobbing, inverted head of his youngest granddaughter between his daughter’s writhing thighs, no one knew. He probably came in after Carrie draped her free left arm across Lizzie’s naked buttocks, using her fingers to help spread love-juice whipped to a white foam by the actions of her other hand, she leaning close to peer in at the effects she was inducing.

Mum, if she opened her eyes at all, would have seen only the displayed charms of her youngest receiving the two fingered attention of her eldest, but was probably blinded by the total control of her rising, shattering orgasm to be.

I had tunnel vision just then, so I missed him too.

Mum’s cry of total abandonment to lustful fulfillment was shared by Lizzie, she too being carried to the blissful heights by Carrie’s well-timed intervention, the white frothy foam of her cum looking not unlike the contributions that a male might deposit there, at least to my inexperienced eyes.

The first I noticed him was when he stepped forward to stand between mum’s widespread knees. He was wearing his somewhat disreputable three quarter housecoat.

Conclusion to follow -----

te setting, hard pulse. She bent over slightly so she could position the flow to come from below, right under her pussy. She reached down with her hand and spread the wet lips apart and pointed the nozzle right at her clit. The first pulse came hard and just about lead to an orgasm.

She had been doing this for a couple of years now and had the perfect system down. When the device was on pulse it shot out a glob of water about once a second or so. She had developed a technique where she would flick her clitoris between pulses. This provided very intense pleasure and as usual she achieved her orgasm very quickly. The orgasm released some of her sexual tension, but she could get the feeling of her brother’s hard cock out of her mind. As she dried off she decided to go downstairs and see what her dad had planned for the evening. She went back into her bedroom and threw on a sweat suit she often wore around the house. She liked it because she could be naked underneath of it and she loved the feeling of the soft cotton against her skin.

She found her father in his den reading the paper. “Hi dad, what’s up? Do you have any plans for tonight?” He raised his head from the paper and smiled at his lovely daughter. Even in that old track suit she looked beautiful. He could even tell she wasn’t wearing a bra because her nipples were creating bumps on the material. He wondered if she even bothered to put panties on.

“I thought we’d go out for dinner together. It’s been a long time since you and I have had any time together alone. There’s this really nice restaurant I found that we can try,” he replied.

“Sounds good, how should I dress though?” She asked.

“It’s pretty fancy so dress up nice, like a lady. Do you have anything that you bought today that you could wear?  Or, if you want to, go and have a look in your mother’s closet to see if she has something.” Lisa giggled when her father suggest she wear something that she bought today, obviously he didn’t know where her mother and she had gone shopping. “If you make yourself look grownup enough maybe you could have a glass of wine with dinner too.”

Lisa smiled at her dad, he was always so nice to her, always treated her like she was older than she actually is. “Okay dad, I’ll go get ready see you in awhile.” She ran over to him, leaned over his shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. She felt her boob press against his shoulder and as she looked down noticed that her dad had a distinctive bulge in his crotch. Even though it wasn’t hard and stiff it made her think of her brother’s cock and how much she wanted to touch it. She then bounced out of the room and went upstairs to see what she could find in her mothers closet.

The first thing she saw when she opened the door was the dress she had thought of when her dad suggested she wear something of her mothers. It was a black dress with an uneven hem and a slit up on side. The waist fit snugly and the bust was low cut, but not too much so. She didn’t even look at anything else and took the dress, along with a pair of her mother’s high heels, back to her room. She immediately took off the old track suit and picked out some lingerie to wear. They had bought a black bra and thong matching set that would be perfect. The cups left just enough of her breasts bare so she didn’t need to worry about people seeing her bra. They also pushed her tits up and together a little to give her just a little bit tighter cleavage than normal. She put these on and sat in front of her mirror and carefully applied her makeup. Her mom had taught her years ago how to apply the colors and creams in just the right way depending on the occasion. She knew the makeup would help make her look older too.

She pulled the dress on over her head, went into the bathroom to fix her hair a bit with the curling iron, grabbed the shoes and started down the stairs. As she passed her full length mirror though she noticed she didn’t have any stockings on. Her legs looked great with or without stockings, but she decided to go all the way. She went back into her mother’s room and found a new pair of black sheer stockings that had a design woven into the material. She picked these because they stayed up on their own, so she would not need a garter. Her dad had put on a sports coat and was waiting for her when she went downstairs.

Ken couldn’t believe how beautiful his daughter looked as she came down the stairs holding the shoes in her hand. She looked a lot like her mother but her breasts were a bit larger, and her waist was slimmer. When she got to the bottom of the stairs she bent over, raised her leg and slipped the shoe unto her foot. As she did this her thigh was almost totally exposed, all the way up to the lacy stocking tops. Ken could feel his prick start to react. They left, and Ken followed his daughter out to the car watching her perfect ass cheeks sway back and forth as she walked in front of him.

Once they were on the road things seemed to relax a bit for both of them. Lisa just looked out the window, mostly thinking about what all had happened to her so far today and how she was going out to dinner with her dad and he was treating her so much like a lady and not a kid. Beside her Ken concentrated on the road while trying to catch glimpses of his daughter. The black dress was one of his wife’s sexier outfits and his daughter filled it out very nicely indeed. Although you could not see a lot of her breasts with that neckline, they were shaped beautifully under the material. He would order a bottle of wine with dinner and let Lisa have a glass or two, that should help loosen her up a bit. He turned a corner and Lisa asked her dad where they were going, she didn’t recognize this part of the city.

“It’s a place someone suggested to me. It’s supposed to have great food and a very nice atmosphere.” In reality he had chosen it because he was pretty sure they would not about him walking in with a girl who was young enough to be his daughter and not question her about her age. It was a decent place too and provided a very intimate setting. He had been here with his wife a few years ago so he doubted anyone would remember him.

They arrived and the valet took the car after opening the door for Lisa so she could get out. She saw the young man gaze at her legs as she swung them out, and right at her tits once she was standing. She loved turning guys on like this, it seemed so simple. They were seated at their table and had plenty of privacy. They ordered the wine without any hassle and chatted about all kinds of things. Eventually her dad asked about boyfriends, to which she replied she had none, with no prospects in sight. He acted surprised but he had discussed this with his wife before and she assured him that Lisa didn’t need some teenage boy spoiling their daughter in the backseat of some car. He knew she probably intimidated the high school boys anyway she look so much more grown up, and acted so mature.

Lisa felt great. She was enjoying a great meal with her dad, and the wine made her feel very warm inside. It wasn’t her first time, on special occasions her parents would let her and Mike have a glass a wine with dinner, but just one. She finished off her second glass just as they finished their entrée so it would soon be time to go. In some ways she didn’t want it to end because she felt so good. The place was a lot more crowded now then when she came and the loss of privacy bothered her. Her dad asked her if she wanted some desert which she declined and they decided to go back home where they could talk more quietly.

When she stood up to leave she lost her balance just a bit. Between the wine and the high heels she did feel a little unsteady for a moment. Her dad grabbed her though and put his arm around her waist pulling her tight against him. She told him she was okay now and he relaxed his grip, but still held her. The warmth of his body was soothing as they exited into the cooler night air. He made her feel warm inside and she started to think about how his crotch had bulged this afternoon and then she was thinking about her bother’s hard cock and the sales girl from this morning and before she knew it she was sitting beside her dad driving home and she was horny as hell again.

They finally got home but it was still pretty early so Ken suggested that the go into the living room and continue their conversation. “You certainly look beautiful in your mother’s dress sweetie, and sexy too.” Lisa blushed when her dad said this too her, although she knew she looked sexy, it was just different coming from her dad. “So what did you guys buy today that wasn’t nice enough for you the wear out tonight?” Ken asked.

Lisa blushed again and then smiled. “What makes you think I’m not wearing something I bought today dad?” Ken had not even thought of underwear, he looked but no jewellery was showing, and he knew the shoes where Debra’s. Lisa smiled at her dad as he looked her over trying to find something that may have been hers. “Don’t be so silly dad, mom bought me a bunch of lingerie today, that’s where we were all morning.” She giggled a little feeling light headed from the wine, and her horniness had not subsided. “If you think the dress is sexy you should see some of the things mom bought me today,” Lisa blurted this out without realizing what she said, but didn’t care either so she just laughed.

Her father smiled at her and realized what his wife meant when she told him to suggest to Lisa to wear something she had bought. He felt the time was just about perfect to move his plan to the next level. “I bet they all look sexy as hell on you dear, you are a very appealing women”. Ken said this is a way that he had never talked to his daughter before, and she noticed it. Lisa loved it that her dad treated her like an adult and would just about do anything for him.

 
“I’ve got an idea,” she said, “lets go upstairs and I will show you what we got. I was surprised by some of the things mom got for me.” Without waiting for an answer she stood up and started up to her bedroom. Her father followed not believing that things were moving this fast. When he entered the bedroom his daughter was standing beside her bed and indicated for him to sit on the seat to her makeup table. She was still in her dress but she’d taken the shoes off downstairs. She picked up three or four boxes from her bed and brought them over to her dad. “See, look at how sexy these bras are. Mom never bought me anything like these before. This is the one I have on now,” she showed her dad the box with the picture of the model in the black bra and matching thong she was now wearing. “mom even bought the matching thong for me.” She threw the boxes on the bed and stood straight in front of her dad.

“See how well the bra makes the dress look,” she said as she smoothed the dress material over her breasts and pulled it downward as tightly as she could. Her father just stared marvelling at her beauty and her sexiness. With her tits thrust out she turned sideways for a profile look, and then she turned away from him and ran her hands over her butt cheeks and smiled back over her should. “No panty lines either, and the thong makes me feel sexy too.” She didn’t believe she had said that but she was still horny and getting hornier by the minute. She walked back over to the bed and showed her dad more of the items. Taking bras out of their boxes and holding them up, and showing him all the panties and thongs and the two camisoles she had taken.

Ken sat through all this just letting things unfold. His cock was getting harder with every minute and he was sure she would soon notice it. He had promised himself he wouldn’t force her to do anything she was uncomfortable with but it was real hard not to jump up right now, throw her on the bed and fuck the hell out of her. He was patient though and seeing the way things were going he decided that waiting was the best option.

Lisa did notice his bulge growing as she bounced back and forth showing him her lingerie and watching his reaction. She wanted to grab his cock just like she had grabbed her brothers earlier that day. She wondered if dad’s was as big as Mike’s had felt. She made a decision right then that she wanted to see how big that bulge would get and she knew just how to do it. “You really can’t appreciate how sexy these are unless you see them on. Would you like me to take the dress off dad so you can get a better view?”

Ken was surprised by his daughter’s forwardness. He knew the two glasses of wine had loosened her up but he never expected this. He didn’t want to take advantage of his daughter when she was drunk, but he didn’t want to miss the opportunity either. He had to make sure so he asked her, “Are you sure you want to do that dear?”

“Oh, I’m quite sure,” she replied, “it’s not that different than when I wear a two piece by the pool.” She said this very firmly and reached behind her and unzipped the dress, pulled if off and looked at her dad. He had a funny look on his face. Not unpleasant just odd. “See, I told you that they looked better without any clothes on. And they make me feel good too.” She was running her hands down her sides to her hips. She stopped at the thin band of the thong and straightened them so the sides were even. Her dad was clearly aroused by this and she moved her legs apart a bit so he could get a better look at her pussy. She wondered if he noticed how wet she was. She certainly noticed that his cock was growing down his pant leg.

Ken looked at his daughter with a look of pure lust in his eyes. He smiled at her finally and told her she was right, it is a lot better seeing them on someone. She asked him what else she could try on for him. “You pick something Lisa, I trust your judgement.” Lisa turned and bent over the bed giving her dad his first view of the perfect heart shaped ass completely bare except for the thin piece of nylon that was almost invisible inside her delicate looking crack. God he felt like running his hands over those sweet looking cheeks.

Lisa picked up the bra she’d shown her brother and it’s matching thong. She went into her bathroom to change and left he dad alone. Ken took the opportunity to adjust his pant legs so his stiff cock would have a bit more freedom. Lisa quickly changed, making sure she pulled the crotch of her thong tight against her hot pussy. The pair she had just took off were soaked with her juices. She knew her dad would react the same as Mike did this afternoon except she wasn’t teasing him. She wanted to see his hard cock and if he wanted to fuck her she was going to let him have his way with her. She was almost dizzy from feeling horny for so long and she just wanted to get relief. She was positive that the only way to get that relief was with something long and hard up her pussy. She pinched her nipples to harden them and tucked them into the bra and went back to her bedroom.

She loved the way the tops of her tits bounced on the shelf of this demi-bra. This was more than her father had expected that’s for sure, his face was definitely giving him away. “So what do you think of this set,” she asked as she walked and stood right in front of him. She had her hands on her hips and twisted her upper body back and forth, making her tits come out even more. She turned so her dad could see her ass up close too. When she turned back around she stepped forward so her pussy was just a few feet from his face. “So dad, what do you think of this set, it feels like my tits are going to fall out.” She said this and at the same time bent over so her tits were freed from the bra and hanging right in front of his face. “Opps, I didn’t think that would happen,” she said but didn’t make any attempt to move or reseat her tits into the cups of the bra. She was looking right at her dads cock and knew that it was probably as hard as it was ever going to get. She could see the tent the head was forming half-way down his thigh.

That was all Ken could take, He stood up at the same time she straightened up and put his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him. He kissed her lightly on the lips at first, but quickly felt her tongue with his, and they were soon kissing each other hard and passionately. Her breasts were pushed firmly against his chest and he could feel her thigh pressing against his hard cock. He broke the kiss and asked her if she was sure about this, told her she had to tell him what she wanted. “I want you to fuck me daddy. I want to feel that hard cock of yours, play with it, suck on it and feel it inside of me. I want you to teach me how to make love.”

Ken pushed his daughter onto the bed and told her to lay back. He quickly removed his clothes and stood at the edge of the bed with his hard cock sticking out straight in front of his body. His daughter just laid there staring. He told her to touch it if she liked and she reached up and wrapped her tiny hand around the thick meat. Ken felt her hand tighten around his cock and thought about how long he had wanted this, and how easily it seemed to come. Lisa sat up on the side of the bed and wrapped her other hand around his meat. She leaned forward and rubbed the fat head across her cheeks and nose. “Can I kiss it dad?” she asked.

“Of course dear, just lick the head at first, and then up and down the shaft, and when you are ready take the head in your mouth, you can suck on it.” Ken replied. Lisa was a good student and followed her dad’s instructions to the letter. Eventually she rolled her lips over the smooth purple head and sucked on it like you would a lollipop. Ken thought he was going to lose his load the second she started sucking on his cock. He didn’t want to so he pushed her away when he was close to his point of no return.

Lisa sat there looking up at her dad, wondering if she had done something wrong. She thought he was enjoying what she was doing, and she certainly was. She was so horny all day long and she never thought that kissing and licking her dads cock would be such a turn on. She could feel him getting harder and harder as she ran her hands up and down his shaft while she sucked on the head. “Is everything okay dad?”

“Everything is perfect dear, but I don’t want to shot my come into your mouth right now, I want to give you pleasure. Now take your bra off for me.” Ken watched as she reached behind and undid the clasp of the bra and let it fall forward. Her breasts were perfectly shaped and were capped with dark brown aureoles and nice long, thick nipples, just like her mothers. He pushed her back on the bed again and started to make love to her. He took his time, just like he had always planned.  He kissed her on the lips and face, all around her neck and her ears, and then her shoulders. Her continued down her upper chest until he came to her wonderful firm breasts. He kissed all around the fleshy tissue of one breast and then the other. He then wrapped his lips around one of the stiff nipples while his hand massaged the other breasts. When he started sucking he heard her moan with please. He loved to hear that sound.

Lisa just lay there and let her dad control her. She could feel his cock rubbing on her leg, and his kisses and caresses were turning her on more than she had ever been before. When he sucked on her nipple it was like there was an electric cord between it and her clit. She had a orgasm right then and moaned loudly. She had never had an orgasm like that before, very subtle and sudden. He dad kept on moving down her body. She knew he was going to lick her clit, she knew a lot about sex like blowjobs and eating pussy, she just hadn’t done any of it before. She could feel her dad’s lips and tongue on the inside of her thighs now, and the sensation was unbelievable. She couldn’t wait to feel his tongue on her clit. She thought that if he didn’t do it soon she would just grabbed his head and drive her pussy right into his face.

Ken was astounded by the how wet the inside of his daughters thighs were. He lick up the sweet nectar before pushing aside the thin piece of cloth that was covering the source of the liquid. It looked like a perfect flower to him and her clit was so engorged it stuck out. He flicked his tongue against it and felt her shudder. He continued licking and sucking her womanhood until he couldn’t stand it any more. She was bucking her hips wildly and he suspected she was having a series of orgasms from his manipulations. He got up and pulled the thong off her narrow hips and moved forward until the head of his cock was at the entrance of her vagina.

He looked at her face and knew she was ready so he slowly inserted his cock into her. Little by little he pushed forward until he felt the resistance of her hymen. He stopped and told her this part may hurt a little. Before he could push in again, she thrust her hips up breaking her own cherry and allowing her father to continue his journey. He was soon buried deep in her and just stopped pushing hard into her, and she back against him. He slowly started to fuck her, picking up the pace with every stroke. She was thrashing her body wildly and he knew she was going to come soon. He could feel the muscles on the inside of her vagina start to spasm as she started her orgasm. He was ready for it and pumped faster now wanting to blow his load while she was still coming.

Her body stiffened as she came and he started dumping his come at the same time. Lisa thought she passed out for a few seconds. The pleasure was so intense and as it built to her orgasm she felt like she was running out of breath. She was sure she could feel her dad’s semen as it spewed into her body, which was a major turn on all in itself. When she came to her dad was just pulling his cock out of her. She could not move because her body was in such sensory overload, she wished it could continue forever, but also knew that would not be very practical.

Her dad was kneeling in front of her watching as she came down from her sexual high. There was no doubt in his mind that his daughter had experienced a very intense orgasm and knew it would be to intense to dive back in right away, although he knew they would be fucking again in the very near future. He moved down to the bed and laid beside her waiting for her to verbally respond to what had just happened. For a few minutes he thought she may have fallen asleep, which was not a surprise to him considering what had just happened to her body. Just when he thought he would just be moving her so she was under the covers her eyes opened up and she turned her head to him and stared him right in the eyes. “Oh daddy, I love you so much. I can’t believe how incredible that felt, I’m sure glad you decided it would be okay to teach me about fucking.” She smiled for a second and continued. “Do you think we can do it again soon?  I want to suck your cock again and feel you come in my mouth. I’ve always wondered what it would taste like. And I want to feel you balls too,” she giggled, “they look so weird just hanging there. How long do you think it will take for you cock to get hard again? They said in health that sometimes it can take awhile for a man to get an erection again, but I always figured it would depend on how horny he was. Are you horny enough to get another hardon daddy?”

Ken could feel the blood starting to rush to his prick again and seconds later his daughters hand was holding his cock in her hand. He knew it wouldn’t be too long before he was blowing his wad into his little girl’s mouth. He knew this was just the beginning.

This concludes Part Four. Part Five will follow the adventures of Mike and his mother Debra as they get down to business.  rabbits@ehmail.com .

ot wearing panties around the house when we had no company. She would wear a shirt that comes right below her ass that barely covered everything. Most of the time, when she would walk around the house I would look over and take glance at her ass hoping to get a peek at her ass or her pussy, and would look away before she noticed. One time I could have sworn that she saw me looking and bent over to reveal just a little more.

I caught a perfect glance at her pussy one day when she came into my room and started looking under my bed for a suit case. Dad was leaving on a business trip and she was getting the suitcase for him. I saw to my astonishment the best looking pussy I had ever seen in my entire life. Being 17 at the time was a horny jock that got plenty of play in those days. I had never seen a pussy as good looking as my mothers. She had kept it clean shaven and tidy. I glared at her pussy for at least ten seconds before noticing that I was getting hard. Apparently my mom had noticed a lot quicker than I had because she was looking at me with a puzzled look on her face.

Our eyes met and I didn’t know what to say so I blurted out “Why don’t you wear panties around the house goddamn it?” She replied by instantly standing up and saying, “I’m your mother don’t you dare talk to me like that again, and I will do what I please in my house.” She quickly stormed out of my room forgetting about the suitcase. I didn’t know what I was going to do; my mother had seen me staring at her pussy and with an erection to boot. I was going crazy just thinking about what she was going to tell my dad when he got home. But little did I know what would happen next.

She came into my room about twenty minutes later still wearing that shirt and no panties. She kneeled down looking for the suit case again and I could see her pussy again clear as day. I knew that this would probably be my only chance at having my mother since I knew she had seen me with a hard on I figured that she came back in on purpose. I got up from my computer desk with an erection. I pulled down my shorts and boxers and went over to my mother. She looked up at my eight inches of penis and then looked up at my face. She knew what I wanted to do. She knew what she wanted to do also because she instantly told me “If you tell your father what happens here today I will deny it and it will never happen ever again! Do you understand me?” I nodded slowly as my mother stood up in front of me.

I wasted no time. I took my mothers shirt off to reveal her breasts and noticed that the scars that came with the surgery were gone. I cupped her breasts with my hands and licked her right nipple and then her left, not letting the other nipple have too little attention. I laid her down on my bed and took off my shirt and noticed that my mom had spread her legs wide exposing her pussy. I kneeled down on the floor and buried my mouth into her pussy lips. I wasn’t too experienced in eating pussy and my mom noticed and told me how to do it correctly. She told me “The key is to use your tongue and lips to suck and massage it gently.” I quickly followed her advice and noticed that it worked because she put her hand on the back of my head and closed her legs tighter around my ears. I heard her moan and say “Eat your mother’s pussy boy.” I had only known my mom to call me boy when I was in trouble, so this excited me. I let one hand slide up her body to her breasts to tease her nipples and the other hand got to work on fingering her pussy. I stuck one finger in at first then two and in conjunction with my hand and mouth ate my mom’s pussy out. I stopped fingering her and spread her pussy lips with my hand and stuck my tongue as deep as I possibly could. This motion lead her to clamp hard on my head with her thighs but it didn’t bother me one bit I just kept sticking my tongue in and out of her pussy. She came at least twice during this period.

I had secreted a lot of pre-cum by this time, and was ready to fuck my mom, so I stopped eating her out and stood up. I noticed that there was a wet spot on my comforter and didn’t care. I looked at my mother laying there and said to her “I’m going to fuck you” She smiled and said “Get to it then boy” This excited me beyond belief. I walked up as close to the bed as I could and took hold of my cock and rubbed the tip over her pussy lips. This clearly excited my mom and she looked at me with the utmost contempt for not entering her right away. She told me “I can’t stand it anymore fuck me boy, FUCK ME NOW”. I did as my mother told me to and I sank my cock into her as far as I could go. She was so perfect, not tight as I knew she wouldn’t be but she wasn’t loose as a whore either. Her pussy was so warm and she was clamping down on my cock with every dip in. I started to slowly fuck my mom and then moved up to faster and faster motions. I told my mother that her pussy was magical and it was the best I had ever had. I was getting pretty close to coming inside my mother’s pussy and slowed down so I would blow my load inside of her without asking her something. I asked my mom “Is it safe if I cum inside of you mom, because it would be a dead giveaway that you haven’t been with dad if you had another kid” She smiled and replied “I had my tubes tied after you were born son, its okay to cum inside of me you dirty boy, but I would rather taste your cum” These words themselves almost made me cum.

I pulled my cock out of my mother’s pussy and sat down on the bed with my cock in my right hand. My mother moved off the bed and started licking my shaft. This sent chills down my spine, and they worsened when she got to the head. She teased my cock with her tongue and it drove me mad. She told me that “Fair is fair” and I knew it was just payback. She did this for another minute or so until taking my cock in her mouth. I told her she was the best so far at giving me a blowjob and she suddenly took all of my cock in her mouth, I was caught so off guard I had to suppress and orgasm. She did this many times, I was astounded that my mom was deep-throating my cock, and it was wonderful. She started going faster and faster until I told her I was about to cum and I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her as far down as I could. As I did this I started coming in her mouth and she started licking my balls simultaneously. With one final shiver and one final push I was done, I could feel my cock going limp. She didn’t mind what so ever, she still sucked my cock for another minute or two until I was completely empty. She tantalized my cock a few more minutes by licking the head with swirling motions and it made me spasm.

We cleaned up from our adventure in silence; we took the comforter and put it in the washer. We showered in our respective bathrooms and went about the day as though nothing had happened. My mom put that shirt on again and came in my room to retrieve the suitcase that she had long forgotten about. When she entered the room I looked at her watched her kneel down and stared that that pussy. We hadn’t been finished for at least twenty minutes but I wanted her again. My dad came home just after she had taken the suitcase into their room. He packed his stuff, and we went out to dinner. We came home and they went to sleep. The next day I woke up and my parents were gone, she had taken him to the airport. I lay in bed and thought about what had happened the day before, but little did I know that I wouldn’t have too much time to think about it.

d to believe.

A few weeks before christmas I came home early from school because I wasn't feeling well. I didn't even have my parents come get me, I just left and missed the last two classes of the day. Well to my surprise my father had stayed home for the day sick. He was use to me skipping class every once in a while so it wouldn't have been a surprise to see me home early. I opened the door and heard moaning noises coming from my parents bedroom. I looked through the door that was slightly cracked and I saw my dad watching a video with two women having sex. They were licking each others vaginas! Or as most adults would probably say "pussy"..I started to feel funny, it was interesting to watch. These women were getting pleasure from each other, my pussy started to tingle a little, I then saw my dad, he was masturbating to the video..I saw his penis, it looked quite big..the next thing I felt was a slight wetness inside my pants, I started to figure out that this is what its like to be "turned on" or "horny"..The hardwood floor made a "creek" and my dad looked sharply towards the door but I tip toed back to my room and went to sleep not thinking another word but still had moist panties.

My father came into my room a few hours later and woke me up. "Katty honey, its dinner time" I got up and went downstairs to eat dinner and my mom wasn't there. "Wheres mom?" i asked "oh she's stuck overnight in ontario" my mom was a flight attendant for united airlines."Oh Ok, I can't believe you cooked dinner" my dad smiled at me and we finished up dinner. "Wanna watch a movie with me tonight?" and I smiled back and shook my head with a yes..I was feeling better after I had dinner and we plopped onto the couch and my dad put in a movie. My dad must have gotten things mixed up in the movie boxes because the same movie came on that he was watching earlier...I started to giggle "OH SHIT-i didn't want you to see this, i meant to put in Princess Diaries"..he jumped up to change it "No dad, this is fine, I want to watch this"..my dad looked at me with a surprise" No honey, we aren't going to watch this, its not for your eyes"....."Dad you told me that eventually i'll learn to appreciate sex and this is a way for me to start"...he couldn't really argue with me and he let the movie play on....I started to get that tingly feeling back inside my pussy, and my panties started to get moist again..I had a blanket over my legs and I decided to try touching myself, my hand wandered down to into my nice moist panties and i started to touch myself. It felt interesting, then I found what's called the "clitoris" or "clit" for short. Wow, was that thing sensitive...i started to rub it more and looked over at my dad and could tell he was getting turned on by the movie..I saw a bulge growing in his pants, i started to rub faster on my clit and let out a gentle moan..My father looked over at me "KATHRYN REBECCA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" and I stopped suddently and just looked up at him, he then caught himself and smiled, "sorry it's just a shock for me to see my baby girl exploring herself"......I looked at him and said "well its not everyday I see my dad masturbate to a lesbian video" and he looked at me with udder shock on his face "That was you earlier?" and I smiled and looked at him.."Honey you shouldn't have seen that, you're just to young"...I looked up at him again and said "I liked watching, it got my coochie flowing"...my father had just a blank look on his face...."Well" he gulped really hard "i think im gonna go have a drink"...."no daddy, stay here and help me play with myself" he just looked at me again with a dumbfounded look on his face...

After the initial shock came over him, he eased up and came down in between my legs "We can't tell anybody about this-its very important, i could go to jail, but i want to help you"...."Its our little secret dad"...just then and there he took one of his fingers and shoved it gently into my tight virgin pussy..."OOOOH jesus, that feels good daddy, do it more"...he took that as an "OK" and tried to put two more fingers in there but I was just too tight...He then got his face close to my pussy lips and inhaled a big deep breath "I want to take in your virgin scent" and then he dove in with his mouth , licking away at my virginal secretions, it was the best feeling i'd ever had in my entire life....he was sucking on my clit, lapping up my juices and fingering my pussy like it was going out of style...within a few minutes of him eating me and fingering I started to tense up and I wasn't sure what it was until I just screamed and my hips buckled "OOOH GOD...OOH GEEEZZZZEE" it was the most amazing feeling i'd ever felt besides my father eating my pussy...that was the only thing we hadn't learned in health class, orgasms, "what just came over me dad?" and he said "you had your first successful orgasm"..I was breathing heavily, and my father stood up and took off his pants, and his boxers and out popped his long at least 8 1/2 inch cock..Now honey you're going to learn how to suck cock....and then i'm going to pop your cherry...

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fore, her long jet-black hair and her large breasts down to her shapely hips and full sized ass, but I had never given serious thought to fucking her.  I had my eyes closed imaging myself fucking my mom’s wet pussy when I heard my mom’s voice say, “Stick your cock up my ass.”  That was followed by a loud high-pitched scream.  Soon my mom’s screams turned into deep primal grunts.  Meanwhile my dad was saying, “Fuck, its tight.  Take it all up your ass, you slut.”  Eventually he quit talking and began grunting in unison with Mom.  Their grunts were getting faster and louder and I could tell they both were nearing an orgasm and so was I.  Soon all three of us were in the throws of an orgasm.  Then the entire house went silent.  After that I went to sleep not bothering to clean up the giz on my chest.

            The next day was Monday and I had nothing to do all day.  I headed upstairs into the kitchen to get some breakfast.  When I opened the door I was surprised to see my mom standing in the kitchen just wearing a big shirt.  I completely forgot that she was on vacation this week.  She said, “Good morning sleepy head.  You look tired.  When did you get home from babysitting?”

            “I didn’t get home until about 1:30.”              

            “Did you sleep well when you got home?”

            “Not really.”

            “I hope me and your dad didn’t keep you up.  I know we were a little louder than normal last night.”  I was shocked at what my mom was telling me.  She never even mentioned sex around me before.  She paused for a second and looked at me then went to the fridge and got out the milk and poured two glasses for us.  While she did that she continued saying, “I finally let your dad take my ass last night.  He had been begging for it for a long time saying my pussy was too loose.  It hurt like hell.  My asshole still feels like its on fire. I started enjoying it after a while, no thanks to your dad.  He could have at least played with my clit.  Let’s go sit down in the living room.”

            I was in a trance like state and followed her into the living room.  I sat down in the recliner and she layed down on the couch.  She turned on the TV and started scrolling through the channels on the guide without saying a word.  I thought that the uncomfortable conversation was finally over.  I watched the channels looking for something good to watch.  When she got to the highest channels she kept scrolling through the pay per view channels and came to the porn channels.  I knew where they were because I had looked at the descriptions of them when I was hard up for porn.  Then the TV went to the screen asking for a four number password.  I had no idea that we got those channels.  I heard my mom say, “The password is 3141 if you ever get horny.”  The screen was black for a second before a scene of two men fucking a woman, one in her ass and one in her pussy, came on.  In no time my cock was solid and I was rubbing it through my shorts.  For a while I forgot that I was watching porn with my mom, but I was reminded of that when I heard my mom let out a high-pitched moan.  I looked over to her and saw that she had her panties around her knees and her hand was buried in her crotch.  She was positioned so I couldn’t see anything.  Soon she got up and for a second her shirt was pulled up and gave me a full view of her ass.  She left her panties on the couch and went to her room.  Once she was out of the room I pulled down my shorts and boxers and began masturbating in earnest.  Using my right hand to stroke my cock dry and the middle finger on my left hand was fingering my asshole.  I was enjoying my masturbation and didn’t notice Mom come back into the room.  I noticed her when she said, “Oh, I didn’t know you liked anal.”  She mentioned it only in passing and went back to the couch.  That was hardly shocking considering she was carrying a large blue dildo in her hand.  She sat down on the couch and put the dildo on the seat next to her.  Then she slowly took her shirt off.  First revealing her hairy pussy that looked like it had never been trimmed, then her big sagging boobs.  By now I had stopped watching the porn on TV and was focused on the show my mom was putting on.  Once she was fully nude she picked up the dildo and brought it to her mouth.  I was amazed at how much she was able to fit in her mouth.  As she slowly pulled it out of her mouth it glistened with her saliva.  She held the dildo below her mouth and let a large drop of spit slowly drop onto the head of the rubber cock.  She laid down on the couch with her legs pointed towards me.  She lowered the dildo down to her pussy and teased her clit with the head.  She spread her legs apart, putting one down on the floor and the other on top of the couch.  Slowly the entire cock disappeared into her vagina.  While she pumped the dildo in and out she used her fingers to pinch and squeeze her nipples.  Even from six feet away I could see that her nipples were long and hard.  She lifted one of her breasts up to her mouth and sucked on her own nipple.  For ten minutes she continued slowly fucking her pussy and sucking on her nipples, switching between them often.  Once she was nearing orgasm she let go of her tits and used both hands to vigorously fuck herself.  Her hips were matching the thrusts of her hands and lifting her ass off of the couch.  I was hearing the same primal grunts that I heard last night, but now I could see the source and there were no walls to deafen the grunting.  We were both about to cum and I was craving some giz.  After masturbating for a while I knew that I was going to cum hard and it would easily get into my mouth.  I opened my mouth wide awaiting my cum.  Mom was staring directly into my eyes as she screamed my name during her orgasm.  The hot giz exploded from the tip of my penis and went right where I was aiming.   Not much of it made it into my mouth and most was covering my face and dripping down my chin.  I put my hand beneath my chin to catch as much as I could.  My tongue lapped up the small white puddle in my palm when I noticed that the room was silent.  Mom had quit fucking herself and was staring at me wide eyed. 

            She said, “I had no idea you were so wild.”

            I replied, “What?  It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that a finger up your ass feels good and that cum tastes good.   Plus it’s easier to drink it than to get something to clean it up with.”

            “You are a smart kid already learning all that.  Your dad won’t even kiss me after I blow him.  I’m gonna go take a shower.”

She got up and started walking toward the bathroom and just before she got out of the room I said, “Hey Mom, I’ve always wondered, is it big enough?”

“Honestly for me its too small, but don’t worry it’ll definitely get plenty bigger if you’re anything like your dad.”

Without really thinking I asked her, “How big is Dad?”

“He’s nine inches long and four across.  Any more naughty questions?”

“Yeah, should I shave my pubes?”

“It varies girl to girl, but I think not.  You definitely should shave your balls.  No girl will suck on those hairy things.  I got your dad to shave at least once a week.  What about me, do you like my sweet jungle?”

“Not really.  A pussy is so sexy.  I don’t know why you would want to hide it.”

“Alright. Let’s go shave it.  It will be easier if we shave each other.”

We both went into the bathroom.  She got out scissors, shaving cream and a razor and sat down on the toilet.  She had the scissors in her hand and was about to cut out a big chunk when she stopped and said, “Go get the camera.  I want to be able to compare before and after.”

I ran through the house naked with my hard cock bouncing with each step.  I was back in no time with the digital camera ready to photograph Mom nude.  When I got back into the bathroom she got off the toilet and stood with her hands on her hips.  I took a picture of her entire body before saying, “We better get a close up.”  I went down to one knee three feet in front of Mom and for the first time saw her vagina close up in all it’s glory.  “Now sit on the toilet and spread your legs apart.”  Neither of us cared about comparing a before and after picture of her anymore.  Now she was just modeling for me.  She sat down with her legs spread and used her fingers to spread her pussy lips apart for me. 

Once I took the picture she said, “That’s enough.”  She picked up the scissors and started cutting chunks of hair out and putting them into the wastebasket.  Once the hair was too short to cut with scissors she starts putting shaving cream all around her cunt.  She took the razor and shaved herself bald. 

She told me to lay down on the floor and I did as I was told.  She filled her hand with shaving cream and applied it to my testicles.  Then she said, “Don’t move or this could hurt.”  She carefully removed all the hair from my balls then asked me, “How does that feel?”  I rolled my balls around in my hand, loving how soft and smooth they were and told her I loved it.  Then Mom said, “Get on your knees and bend over the toilet so I can shave your ass.”  I did as I was told then she said, “Now spread you cheeks apart.”  I reached back and spread my ass cheeks apart, and my sphincter quivered when the cold air reached it.  Mom used her finger to coat my crack with shaving cream.  She paused at my asshole and circled it with her finger, barely penetrating it. 

When she was done shaving me she said, “Let’s clean you up.  Get in the tub.  The tub was made for one person, but was just long enough for me to sit at one end and Mom at the other end on her knees.  She took the showerhead off the wall and held it just above the drain as she turned on the water and waited for the water to get warm.  When she was satisfied with the temperature she rinsed off my balls and ass.  Once they were clean she turned the dial on the showerhead and the water was focused into one jet.  She ran it down the shaft of my cock to my balls and back up again.  She repeated this a few times when she suddenly moved the jet down to my asshole.  I gasped for air when the water flooded my ass.  Mom asked, “Do you like this?”

Struggling to catch my breath I screamed, “Oh… God…  Yyyyyyyeeeeessssss!”  Mom laughed as she continued to hold the showerhead to my asshole.  Without touching my cock I was bordering on an orgasm. 

As I was willing my cock to spew forth its precious treasure Mom was saying, “That’s right, cum for Mommy, you naughty boy.”  Hearing her talk to me like that pushed me over the edge.  For the second time that morning I shot jiz onto myself.  Mom turned off the water and brought her finger to my chest and scooped up the jiz.  She brought her cum covered finger to my mouth and I opened my mouth to let her slip her finger in.  I ran my tongue around her soft finger savoring the taste of her skin and my jiz. 

She pulled her finger from my mouth and got out of the tub and went into her room.  I followed her into the room.  She went to her dresser and was getting out some clothes.  My cock was still throbbing and Mom’s pussy was looking inviting.  I came up behind her and tried to slide my dick up her vagina.  Once my cock touched her swollen lips she stepped forward and said, “Now you are being too naughty.  I don’t think Dad would be happy if another man fucked me.”

“He doesn’t have to know.”

“I’m not going to lie just so you can fulfill your dirty desires.”

“Are you going to tell him what we already did?”

“Of course I will.  He’ll be happy when I tell him that you don’t mind seeing your parents naked.  He’ll probably walk around naked all the time now.  I can’t imagine he’s too comfortable having his big dick trapped in his boxers.  Now that I think of it, I won’t be wearing clothes at home very much.”

“When are you going to tell him?”

“Probably during dinner so we’ll both be there and he can tell both of us what he thinks.  Now go do something else.  I’m going to take a nap.”  As I left the room I turned around to take another look at my mom’s ass and thought about how lucky I was.  On my way to the basement I saw Mom’s dildo still on the couch.  When I picked up the dildo my hands were covered my mom’s pussy juices.  I brought it to my nose and took a deep breath of the musky fragrance and found myself wanting to taste it.  I stuck my tongue out and slid it down the length of the dildo.  It wasn’t so much the taste of it, but rather knowing the source that made me put the fake dick into my mouth.  Once it was in my mouth I was even more amazed that Mom was able to fit most of it in her mouth.  I was only able to get a few inches in.  Soon I was wishing that it was a real cock that could fill my mouth with jiz.  Eventually I was bored sucking on a fake dick and went down to my room and rubbed out one more orgasm. 

More to come.

ucked her clit. The babies watched us with wonder. I then couldnt take it. I just wanted to fuck her big pussy. I rammed her so hard, and the bed shook. THe babies giggled and started laughing. I was full 12 inches and my mom was moaning, groaning and screamaing. "JAAAAAAAAKIIIIIIEEEEEEEE IM SO PROUD OF YOU BIG BOY!!" I was very happpy and I pumped her like hell. She was enjoying it more then I was. I let load after load out and she screamed. We fucked for atleast 10 minutes straight and my cock wasnt limp one bit. We fucked hard until she orgasmed a full 3 cups onto my dick. The babies were in awe. I grabbed sam and played with his small 1 inch cock. I licked and sucked it and he moaned. He loved this feeling.

Carrie was being fingered by mom. I wanted to finger fuck too so I gently slid my finger into Sam's ass. He was already wet and I could feel him tight. I slid it in and out, he groaned and cried. But of full intense pleasure. Cum starting slowly coming out and I knew my boy was well. He didnt have a sperm yet so his cum was safe. Meanwhile, Carrie was cumming too while mom licked her clit and fucked it. Our kids were enjoying this too much. I then picked up my prick and held it out to Carrie. She opened her eyes and cupped her mouth around the small tip.

It felt so good and arrousing to have your baby sister suck you.
I moaned gently. My mom was putting on a puppy dog face so I turned my dick to her. She stood in Doggy style position and I jack hammered her tight ass. After 15 minutes I was still hard and we had came about 20 cups of cum each.

My mom couldnt wait to fuck me. She slid her finger in my ass and pumped it rapidly. I loved the sensation, I guess I am both in love with women and having my ass fucked. I'm not gay, I just love the feeling. I came another load as she popped her finger out.

"Jaakiieee, tomorrow mommy's getting a vibrator for the kids. And while I am gone, get carrie and Sam wild! Ok my big boy?" My mom asked. With that she put on a silky robe,shoved her breasts in my face and left.

After that I continued with Carrie and Sam. Full throttle.

Too Be continued in Part III.

ot be able to breathe.."Don't be afraid honey, it will be just fine"..I was shaking I was so nervous..He kneeled down on the ground and told me to get down on the floor with him...H told me to treat it like a lollipop, it was dripping with ooze....i was kind of grossed out "Its only precum sweetie, it tastes good" I licked it and it didn't taste bad, I licked it again....then I stuck the tip of his cock inside my mouth and sucked on it a little..my dad moaned and I stopped, his moaning kind of scared me  "Honey its ok, it feels great, keep going"..I sat there and started to suck some more, then I took more of his cock in my mouth, i guess about 2 or 3 inches, i kept sucking it really did taste good after a while...I felt my daddys cock tense up a little..

"Ok honey you can stop now"

I stopped and backed away and looked at him and smiled..I got up and started walking towards the stairs "Honey, where are you going? We aren't finished yet" I looked at him, surprised, I didn't really want to do anything else I was tired and really just wanted to go to bed. "Come back here please" and I did as I was told... "yes daddy?" Then he grabbed me and kissed me on the lips..he shoved his tongue in my mouth..I tried to pull away but my young weak arms and body couldn't get away from his strong grip...

 "I'm gonna fuck you whether you like it or not"

"But daddy, I dont want you to, you're going to hurt me" My dad looked at me with no sympathy.. "Its all pleasure sweetie, you'll get a little bit of pain but then you'll feel nothing but great" I looked at him, I relaxed and as he let go of me I ran away, upstairs into my room and slammed my door shut.. I tried to block it so he couldn't get in but it was no use..He was just to strong..

"Come here NOW!"

I started to cry I didn't know what else to do..so I just gave in.. "It will be fine, just trust me you little brat!" I just laid on my bed and cried while he got down on his knees on my bed..He started massaging my pussy again and it didn't feel good at first but then it started to feel great..I didn't want him to know that I liked it..It was just weird..but then he started using his tongue again on my clit....It was fabulous and I couldn't help but let out a little moan.."Mmm" I was getting moist again, I could tell..I looked up at him and he had a grin on his face...

"i'm glad you've calmed down now sweetie, this is going to be a wonderful experience don't worry"

I looked up at him, still nervous about the pain he spoke of.. I wasn't sure what to expect. He took his big cock and gently slid it into my tight virgin pussy. ..I was so wet that it slid in really nicely until it got to a slight pressure point..He came down to my face and said

"This is the pain I told you about, this is where its going to hurt, but it won't hurt for long i promise baby"

He kissed me and pushed his cock past the pressure point inside me..As he kissed me and thrusted his cock in me I let out a squeal, it hurt so bad, he left his cock in place, I could feel something trickle down my leg and it was to thick to be my own wetness, it must have been blood from my dad breaking me..The pain did start to go away, i relaxed a little and my dad started to pump my pussy..A combination of my juices, my blood and my dads precum made my pussy very slippery and wet..My dad kept thrusting his cock deep inside me, in and out in and out, deeper and deeper with every stroke. It was amazing. I didn't think that sex could ever feel this good. I was so impressed..I couldn't help but let out a loud moan "OOOOOH YESS" and then I got crazy "FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK ME! OH YES!" he then put his finger down on my mouth to shush me, he didn't want the neighbors to hear....I didn't really care but I did as he said..He continued to fuck me..It continued to blow my mind this great feeling...I was going to "orgasm" again...I could also feel my daddy's big thick cock tensing up "Oh baby you're gonna make daddy cum, im gonna cum so hard deep inside you"  then it dawned on me "DADDY NO! I might get pregnant!" just as those words uttered out of my mouth I started to orgasm "OOOOOH YEEEEEESSSSSS, CUM INSIDE ME DADDY" and I felt his seed fill my insides..then I remembered you had to start menstrating to get pregnant and it ran in my family to develop late so I was ok..My father collapsed on top of me and we were both out of breath.."Oh goodness daddy, that was amazing" and he looked up at me and smiled, kissed me and said "Remember you can't tell anybody" I smiled and we drifted off to sleep....

**will write more if desired**

jected her confidence in her looks. Teri focused his attention away from the group of girls who were doing their warm-ups and tried to focus on his book which he was reading but to no avail. Every time he would start a sentence the picture of what his younger sister would look like in various outfits would drift through his mind causing him to get a boner. Eventually he left the room and sat outside facing the trees and began reading. A while later there was a tap on his shoulder, it was his sister. “Hey, we’re done. Time to go.” Was all she said. “Ok,” he replied as he folded the page in the book to keep a tab on where he was. He packed his book back into his bag and headed out the door to walk home. They lived not too far away and as such the daily routine would be for him to wait for her to finish before they both walked home. Nothing ever happened but this time would be the exception. They were a few blocks from home when a bunch of rowdy boys came around the corner. “Oohh look what we have here guys,” said the apparent leader of the group, “a sweet little thing no less!” “We don’t want any trouble so we’ll be on our way,” replied Teri as he grabbed Kari’s hand to lead her around the group. “Oh, there’s no trouble here is there boys?” said the guy as he shifted around to block them from leaving. The five of them then proceeded to surround Teri and his sister. “How old are you sweetie?” he asked Kari as he snickered to his friends. “I’m fifteen!” pouted Kari back at him. “Fifteen? Ah what a nice age,” he snickered. “Old enough to fuck I would say, right boys?” “You got it Dan!” was the reply from the other four as they moved in on Teri and his sister. Seeing them begin to move in on them, Teri lashed out with his fists and caught one of them in the nose but that was all he managed before a kick from one of them caught him in the groin, forcing him to the ground out of sheer pain. Two of them pummeled him with their feet and fists until he could move no longer, the other three held down Kari and had begun to run their hands along her body. “Whoa Dan nice choice, she’s got some nice tits and a nice ass!” laughed one of the guys as he tore away her clothes to leave her in her ballet leotard. They began to feel her tits as she screamed in desperation as they began to pinch and grab at her tits and nipples. Suddenly a voice came from around the corner and a man came running down the street with a cane in his hand. “Get away you punks!” he shouted as the five of them ran off leaving Kari holding the remnants of her clothes to her body and Teri on the ground, bruised and battered. “Are you all right?” he asked as he helped up Kari from where she was sitting. She nodded and then he moved on to Teri who was groaning in pain. “All right then let’s see the damage here,” he said as he sat up Teri and looked him over. After poking and prodding for a few minutes he sighed. “Well there’s nothing broken and apart from a few bumps and bruises you’ll be fine. Do you need help getting home?” “No, it’s only a few streets over.” Replied Teri as Kari came over to pull his hand over her shoulder to help him walk. “We’ll be fine, thanks for helping us.” “No problem, next time hit them in the nuts first before they hit you. Ok?” he replied with a chuckle before waving them off. The two siblings hobbled home and was there a few minutes later. Kari helped Teri lay down on the bed and hurried out the room to get some towels and some water to clean off Teri’s face. A while later she had cleaned up Teri enough that he didn’t look as badly as before. She sat facing him as he struggled to sit up. “I’m sorry,” she said as she hung her head. “Sorry for what?” he asked. “For getting you beat up like that,” she replied. “It’s not your fault, those guys were looking for a fight anyway,” he replied as he tried to stand up but failed and fell back to the bed in pain. “You’re still hurting?” she asked as she watched his face. “Yeah, that guy kicked me in the balls really hard.” He replied. “Lie back, and close your eyes.” Said Kari as she pushed back Teri. He lay back and closed his eyes when suddenly a hand cupped his balls and began gently massaging them. “What?!” he almost shouted. “I heard from a friend of mine that this usually helps in situations like this,” said Kari as she continued to massage his balls. Suddenly she stopped. “Teri, your dick is growing!” “Yeah that happens when you do what you’re doing.” He replied in ecstasy. Kari resumed massaging his balls and was quiet for a while. “Teri,” she asked. “What?” “Who do you think is the prettiest girl at the ballet class?” “Umm, I guess you.” He replied Suddenly the hand stopped massaging his balls and a pair of lips mashed up against his. He opened his eyes to see Kari kissing him ardently, and began to return the kiss when he remembered who she was. He pushed her off and held her away at arms length. “We shouldn’t be doing this you know.” “Don’t worry, I’m just glad you said me. I was going to ask which ever of the girls you said was the prettiest to fuck you but you said that I was the prettiest.” “What?” “The girls at ballet, they’ve all been talking about you for a while now. Many of them would love to get into your shorts but I’ve been holding them at bay for some time now. I was going to ask which ever one you said was pretty to get laid with you but you said that I was the prettiest. I’m glad you said that I was the prettiest.” She explained as she leaned back into him and began to kiss him again. At first the kiss was a bit awkward but then it grew in intensity as the two of them flirted with each other’s tongue. Kari then pushed away from Teri and began to remove her ballet clothes. But when she got to her nylons Teri stopped her and pulled her back onto the bed. Her breasts were perfect as was her pussy which was wet from anticipation. He lay on top of her and flicked her nipples with his tongue as he ran his hands up and down her body. With every stroke, she moaned lightly, all the while she ran her hands up and down the length of his body. “I’m goin to start now Kari,” he told her as he lined up his cock at her pussy. “Take me now Teri, I can’t wait any longer,” she said as he thrust home his cock. She let out a loud yelp as he tore past her hymen but soon his constant hard thrusting began to produce sighs and moans from her mouth which was clamped around his. He pounded that forbidden flesh with all his strength as if there was no tomorrow from this taboo moment. Soon the tightness of her cunt and the heat emanating from it had it’s effect on him and he let loose the biggest cum in his life. She came not too long after as he continued pounding her pussy. Then they were done. She hugged him close and kissed him as she snuggled to his body. “So, is this the end of it?” he asked as he fondled her ass with his hands. “You know it isn’t, though I may ask some of my friends from time to time to join us. That is if you don’t mind,” she replied. “Won’t they be freaked by the two of us fucking?” he asked as he nibbled at her ear. “The ones I plan to ask, no. They’re really into threesomes and stuff like that,” she replied with a grin. “But you know you will have to accommodate me first. After all I am your little sister and you don’t want me upset.” “Of course, I’ll keep you happy all the time,” he replied as he felt his cock stir once again. He then mounted her again and this time they fucked slowly, each enjoying each other’s company and body.

you would not believe the pain I’m in if I move my legs. Aw poor boy. So Dustin what can I help you with? Well Lisa I really would like to go to bed. Lisa pushed Dustin’s wheelchair to the bed room. So Dustin how we going to do this? Well I’ll sit in the edge of the bed and you lift my legs up for me. Dustin got on the bed wincing in pain and Lisa lifted his cast one at a time. She looked down and could see his limp cock hanging out and two huge egg size balls. Lisa could not believe how big it was her ex-boyfriend was 6” hard Dustin was 6” limp and as big around as a red bull can. And to top it off he was uncut and she had never seen an uncut guy.

Dustin ask for his pain pills and Lisa got them for him. It only took 10 min. and Dustin was knocked out. While her big bro was knocked out Lisa looked for something to do but the only thing she found was some beer in the fridge. After 4 beers she was feeling a buzz and all she could think about was the way he brothers cock looked. Lisa sat around and finished another beer when she started to rub her clit through her thong. Thinking of Dustin’s cock was driving her nuts all she could think of is how big it would get hard.

Lisa went back to Dustin’s room to check on him and she could see his cock from the hole in the front of his boxers. Being a little drunk and Dustin knocked out she had to touch it. So she pulled his cock from his boxers and slowly started to jerk her big brother. After only a few seconds of watching his fore skin slide over the head of his cock Dustin got fully hard. Lisa could not believe Dustin was 9 ½” thick and bigger around than a red bull can.

After playing with his cock a few minutes Lisa started rubbing her clit again. She could not take it any longer and figured what could it hurt if she rubbed Dustin’s cock head on her clit. Lisa slipped out of her thong and vary gently and slowly startled her brother hips being careful not to move is cast. After getting on top of him she rubbed the head on her clit and she could not believe how great it felt and she knew then she had to have him in her. Lisa was not on birth control and didn’t have a condom but figured Dustin was passed out so he would not cum. She rode his really slow for more than twenty minutes. Lisa then heard Dustin moan and she thought she had hurt his legs but then she felt his cock throbbing and a vary warm wet feeling in her. Lisa attempted to get off his cock as fast as possible but when she did Lisa fell back and landed on her big brothers cast. Dustin immediately woke up screaming like his cast had been run over by a truck.

Lisa ran to the bath room screaming and crying. She felt her cunt and could feel what had to be 4-5 huge loads dripping down her bare legs.

Part two soon maybe…If you like the story I’ll continue. If you have ideas you want added in email me at castjock@aol.com.

id was 18. The kid in question really was her son. While many would condemn what they had just done, she smiled with contentment as she drank from the chilled glass. She often wondered these days how something that felt so right could be viewed as so wrong. She had been in a few relationships, and the only good thing about any of them was snoring in her bed. To say life had been tough on her would be an understatement. A drunk, a thief, and finally an abuser were the three attempts at marriage, and she doubted she could take another failed relationship. To think that the last few days of being beaten would bring her and her son together in such a way, made all of the other crap she has dealt with in her life worth it, seemed ironic.

 

She could remember the last few days of her last marriage. Her husband slapping, pinching, and punching at her like some bag hanging in a gym, causing marks and bruises and pain that no amount of makeup could cover. The trips to the doctor to make sure nothing was broken and the promises not to do it again that were. She vaguely remembered the final evening that signaled both a beginning and an end in the book of her life. She remembered the blows and the pain. She was not sure if she imagined the sounds of screaming from the man inflicting the pain, and the yelling of her son (not his as he frequently reminded her) and then nothing.

 

Her next memories were of pain in her head, left arm, and right leg like she had never experienced. She remembered waking up to a blurred world. She could make out a person sitting by her bed. When she finally could focus she could make out the form of her son sitting in a chair by her bed. He had his hand resting near her, as if to feel her every move. She noticed his left eye was blackened with a bruise that ran down his check, and his upper lip was swollen with a cut on it. She tried to move her arm to take his hand, and found it covered in a splint. “Jason.” she whispered. The sound of her voice made him wake with a start.

 

“Mom? Oh mom. Are you ok? I stopped him. I did. I am sorry I wasn’t there sooner.” The words tumbling out in a rush as he touched the fingers of her splinted arm. His eyes moistened as he laid his head on her stomach.

 

She reached across with her right arm and stroked his hair. “Oh baby, I will be ok. We will be ok. How bad did he hurt you?” Just then, the sound of a clearing throat made Jason sit up, and look towards the door. A man in a suit with a badge clipped to the front pocket stepped into the room. “Mrs. Dryden, I am Detective Watson. Just stopping in to see how you and your son are.”

Julie looked at the strange man standing by the foot of her bed. “Well I guess we are doing ok as far as I can tell.” she replied.” I guess things are still a blur. I am not even sure what time it is.” The detective pointed to a calendar hidden in the shadows of the room. “You have been out of it for about three days now. I have stopped in to check on you, and your son has been here the whole time. I would say he is keeping an eye on you too.”

 

“What happened to me? Not sure I remember it all.” she asked.

 

“Ummmmm, well you were attacked it appears by your husband. The crime scene indicated he had beaten you severely, and then tried to do the same to your son.” answered the detective. “Crime scene! Did I press charges against him? Is he in jail?” she asked.

 

The detective cleared his throat again and looked out the hospital room window.” In the course of defending himself against his and your attacker, your son struck your husband three times in the head with a bat. These blows caused a head injury serious enough to be fatal. In the course of my investigation I have determined that it was completely in self defense. There will be no charges filed on this matter.”

 

“You mean he is, I mean is he really…….?” Julie tried to get the words out. “Yes ma’am. He will never ever do this to you or your son again.” the detective replied. “Here is my card if you have any other questions. Take care and get well.” With that he turned, and left the mother and son alone again.

 

Julie turned and saw Jason staring at the wall. Many thoughts were running through her head, but much to her surprise, relief was the nicest thought of all. No more beatings. No more being forced to please a man whom she despised more than loved, and no more pain of the emotional kind either. “Jason.” she whispered. “Thank you. I love you son.” The room faded to black.

 

The next morning her doctor came in and told her she could go home. She would need some care at home for the simple fact that two broken limbs and all of the bruises would make caring for herself difficult for a few weeks. The problem was money was tight, and insurance was not part of the picture. “I will do it.” Jason said. “Do what?” asked the doctor. “I will take care of her. I can do it. I will do it.” and with that they were sent home.

 

While there was help at the hospital in getting Julie to the care, there was no such help waiting for them when they got home. After several attempts at trying to walk on the casted leg, Jason finally gave up and picked her up and carried her up the front porch stairs into the house. He tried to be gentle but the bruised areas on her ribs and chest throbbed as he clutched her tightly and carried her up the stairs. The house was a mess from the night of the beatings, so Jason laid Julie on the couch and went into her bedroom. He found clean sheets and pillow cases, and made her bed. It was not the neatest bed making ever, but it would pass. The son picked his mother off the couch, and placed her in the bed. He gave her some pain medicine to help her rest, and turned out the lights.

 

The next few days passed in a haze. Jason making instant soup and tea for meals, and making sure she was comfortable. Then Julie could not take the lack of a shower or bath any longer. She stared at the ceiling in her bedroom trying to figure out the logistics of bathing with two casts preventing her from a shower or her ultimate favor of soaking in the tub. She realized that Jason would have to get her set up to at least wash her self. Maybe she could get him to help her wash her hair. She called out to her son to come into her room. “I can’t stand not being clean Jason. I think I can wash myself up if you get me to the bathroom. I might need your help washing my hair. I would feel so much better if I could wash.”

 

Jason sat looking at his mom. “What do I need to do mom?”

 

“If you could run some warm water in the sink, and put some clean clothes in the bathroom, I think I can do it. You can wash my hair when I get the rest of me cleaned up,” she answered.

 

Jason gathered up the clothes and ran the water. He picked up his mother, and carried her into the bathroom. She sat on a chair that Jason brought in. Jason turned to leave and said, “Yell if you need anything mom.”

 

Julie slipped the sweatpants off and panties she was wearing thinking no problem. The sweatshirt proved to be more difficult one handed. She was too sore to get the shirt over her head one handed. She sat there racking her brain on how to undress, and then redress with only one good arm, and the pain that made it hard to lift that good arm above her head. Finally, she called for her son. “Yeah mom?” Jason answered at the doorway.

 

Julie had the towel positioned over her thighs, and turned her back to her son. “I can’t get this shirt off. I need your help. If I turn like this, I think you can help me slip it off.”

 

“No problem mom,” he said as he leaned over and slowly and gently pulled the heavy shirt over her head. The image of his mother’s breasts burned in his eyes. He was a young man, and at that point there was no mother sitting with her back to him, only a woman with exposed breasts.

 

“Is there a problem Jason?” Julie asked.

 

“Ummm, no mom. Just want to be careful,” he choked out. He slowly finished pulling the shirt off the good arm, and then the arm with the cast. The entire time he finished taking of the shirt he could not stop staring at the pink erect nipples easily seen over his mother’s shoulders. He stepped back away with her shirt. He had it near his waist to cover his reaction to seeing his mom exposed that way.

 

“Ok hun. I will wash up. I’ll call when I am ready for my hair.” Julie said.

Jason backed out of the room. His heart racing, and his face flushed. There were magazines and a few dates, but nothing in his young life had ever looked as good as his mother’s breasts. He ran to the refrigerator, pulling out the water and taking a long drink. He could hear his heart beat in his ears, and feel the throbbing in his groin. He was at a loss as to how to stop this rush of feelings. He was not sure he could go back in there, and even hold the shampoo to wash her hair, or even find a voice to speak.

 

Julie could not ever remember when water felt so good. Even out of a sink, it seemed to strip away the pain along with the sweat acquired over the last few days. She let the water run down her neck and over her breasts, careful to keep both casts clear of the water. She knew she was making the floor wet, but at that moment it was a problem for later. She could have sat there for hours enjoying the water, but knew Jason was waiting for her to have him wash her hair. She quickly dried off, and stood up. Turning the chair so the back was to the sink, she arranged the towels to cover herself, and called for Jason.

 

Jason slowly opened the door, his eyes avoiding even looking at his mother. He knew one peek, and his thoughts would be written all over his face. “Are you sure you want me to do this mom?” Julie gave an exaggerated look around and said,”Well, it appears my personal hairdresser has the night off. I guess it will have to be you.”

 

Julie leaned her head back over the sink with her good arm keeping her towel over her chest. “Just pour the water back over my hair. It will take a few pitchers to get it all wet.” With those words Jason ran water into the pitcher. As the first drops hit her hair, Julie gasped, “Cold. Way too cold.” Jason ran some warmer water in the pitcher. He had Julie test it, and it met her approval. As her hand dipped in the pitcher, the towel covering her breasts slipped, and there they were again. Jason felt the tremor in his hand as he poured the water over his mother’s hair. He noticed that she had not replaced the towel. Another pitcher, and then another and Julie announced her hair wet enough to shampoo. He applied the shampoo to her hair, not knowing how much should go on. He started to run his hands through her hair. Bringing the long strands up to get the shampoo on them. His fingers rubbed her scalp. Had anything felt so good? Julie could not remember what it would be.

 

Jason looked down at the breasts that had captivated his attention. The nipples were hard, and he could not ever remember seeing any that were so big. It did not help that Julie was telling him how good it felt to have him rub her scalp, and also letting out an occasional moan. He was hard now. Harder than any time ever in his life, and his cock and hands now had minds of their own. He so wanted to rub the tip of his finger over one of those nipples.

 

“Jason!” he heard Julie say.

 

“I’m sorry mom. I mean I …….” The words drifting away.

 

“I said are you going to rinse it out or keep rubbing all day!”

 

Jason quickly leaned over and picked up the pitcher. Julie instantly felt the swollen cock press against her shoulder. She was shocked, and then realized she had been exposed to her son the entire time he washed her hair. She quickly pulled the towel up to cover herself. Jason had not noticed the fact that he had pressed against his mother. He was focused on filling the pitcher to rinse her hair. He straightened up and again brushed her shoulder. Julie leaned back and let the water run through her hair, as thoughts of her son’s reaction to her ran through her mind. The water felt good running through her hair, and finally Julie decided that it was just a coincidence that her son was reacting to her in such a way. He was her son after all. No son thought of their mother as a sex object. He has all of those high school girls to look at. He could not possibly be excited by her. No man had viewed her as anything other than an object to be used for a long time. There had to be some other reason for his “condition.”

 

“Ok mom. I think I got the shampoo out. You have a lot of hair there,” Jason said as he sat the pitcher down. “How do you dry all of that?” He had grabbed a dry towel out of the cabinet and was holding it out for Julie to take. “I usually wrap it in a towel and then brush it when it is about dry.”  Jason had no idea how to wrap hair in a towel, but after some instruction from his mother, managed to get the towel to sit on her head. “Help me move to the couch. I am tired of this hard chair.”  Jason scooped her up, and carried her to the living room. Julie tried to keep covered as he carried her. “Can you get me a blanket hun? I am so cold.”

 

Jason went to Julie’s room and took a blanket off the bed. He wrapped her up in it, and went in to clean up the bathroom. The memory of being able to see his mother without a top continued to blaze in his mind. He wondered what it would be like to touch her breasts or even better take a nipple in his mouth. His cock responded with the same hardness as actually seeing her breasts. Knowing that his mom was on the couch, Jason unzipped his jeans, and pulled them down. Sitting on the chair his mother did, he stroked his cock fast and hard. His cum shot out like a rope into the towels on his lap as he milked every drop out as if to savor the moment, and the image of his mother. He was brought back to reality by the sound of his mother’s voice asking him to bring her a hair brush. Quickly zipping his pants, Jason brought in a brush.

 

“Jason, you are going to have to brush my hair. I can’t get my arm up that high.” Jason sat the towels he had carried with the brush down, and started brushing her hair. She loved having her hair brushed. As she leaned her head forward for him to brush all the way to the bottom of her hair, she saw what was on the towels he sat down. Her boy had cum all over the towels. She flushed at the thought, and had a vision of him stroking his cock, that left her tingling in places that had not tingled in months. “Oh you are so hired to brush my hair Jason,” she commented as she continued to think of her son and his cock.

 

“I don’t know mom, this hair is too much like work.” He responded. He looked down and saw that the blanket had opened, and the towel had slipped again. Her nipples appeared even bigger, and she was red on her neck and chest.  As he brought the brush up to start at the top, it slipped from his hands into her lap. He reached down to get it, His arm coming into contact with an exposed nipple. Julie gasped. “Sorry mom. I didn’t , well you know mean to touch you there,” Jason stammered. “It’s ok baby keep brushing my hair. You do that so nice,” she replied and didn’t attempt to cover her self up.

 

The touch of her nipple was electric, and Julie felt the heat rise in her pussy. Her clit had gotten hard from the touch, and she could feel the dampness as well. It felt good to know that her body could still turn on someone. She was used to being used and not loved. Jason continued to brush her hair slowly. He was no longer looking at her hair though. He stared at her hard nipples, could hear her breathing begin to speed up, and see the flush growing across her chest. His cock was pushing against his jeans, straining to get out. Finally, he could stand it no more. He reached down and rubbed a finger across her nipple. Julie moaned, but did not tell him to stop. He took the nipple between his fingers, and gently tugged on it. He rolled it between his fingers, and felt it harder even more. His breath was now on her neck, and it was making her even more turned on. She heard the brush hit the floor, and sensed him moving. All of the sudden a warm moist set of lips were on her. She gasped and arched up to push her nipple deeper into his mouth. “Suck it baby. Suck it hard,” she whispered.

 

Jason needed no encouragement as his free hand found her other breast. Sucking hard and getting harder by the second, he wanted to touch Julie all over. His hand broke contact with her breasts, and moved downward. He found the towel in her lap, and pushed it aside. His hands found the soft fluff of hair, and slid past it. He could feel the heat of her pussy, and his fingers brushed against her clit. Julie spread her legs, allowing him better access. Her outer lips were wet, and his finger entered her easily. He took his moistened finger, and started making circles on her clit. “That’s it baby. A little faster,” Julie whispered.

 

Jason sucked hard on her nipple as his finger picked up speed on her clit. Julie was moaning, breathing faster, and lifting her hips to meet the finger working on her clit. “Oh god baby! I am gonna cum.. Faster. Please faster!” she hissed.

 

The orgasm was powerful. As much a result of the pent up emotions of the last few weeks, as the work of her son. Julie let out a long moan. Her toes curling, and her hand over his on her clit. She could not remember the last time she had cum like that. It encompassed her entire body. “Oh baby, that was so good. Oh so good.”

 

Jason took his mouth off of his mothers nipple, and they sought out her lips. Gentle at first, but then harder with tongues touching and exploring each others mouth. With her good hand Julie felt for the hardness in her son. She could feel the outline of it with her fingers.”Take me to bed baby. Lose those pants,” she panted.

 

Still kissing her, Jason lifted Julie off the bed, and carried her towards her room. All the towels and the blanket had fallen off, and they kissed intensely. He laid her down on the bed he had remade for her. She watched him unbutton his jeans, and followed their path to the floor. She looked at his hardness, and knew without a doubt she wanted it in her. He crawled up on the bed, positioning himself to enter her. She took his cock in her hand, and stroked it gently. “Let me help you get in baby,” she said. He lowered himself toward the soaked pussy of his mother, feeling the heat at the opening. She guided him in, and he pushed in slowly. The warmth and wetness were like nothing he could have imagined. “That’s it baby. You feel so good in me,” she moaned. “Move slowly at first baby.”

 

Jason began moving slowly, but knew he could not keep it slow for long. He began going faster and faster. The heat rising, and the wetness increasing where he could hear it as he pumped in and out. “Oh baby. That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me,” Julie panted. Jason knew he was close. “Faster. Faster. Oh my god!” Jason came in waves. Each spurt into his mother’s pussy consumed him. Never had anything felt so good. Julie pulled him deep inside of her. Holding them together as he filled her with his cum. He stayed in her even after he finished. She ran her fingers over his back. “So nice baby,” as she held him close.

 

Jason rolled off and lay by his mother. He said nothing.” Are you ok babe?” Julie asked. “Mom, that was like nothing I have ever imagined. It felt so good. You feel so good,” he replied. “You didn’t feel too bad yourself young man,” she answered as she nudged him with her arm.

 

Julie finished off her glass of tea, smiling at the memories of their first time together. It was hard to believe it had been 8 weeks since that night. A lot had happened in that time. They slept together now. She had denied her son nothing in terms of sex. They had made love every day; he had talked her into shaving for him. Her hands reached down and felt the smooth. He liked shaving her there. She liked him shaving there. Life was better than it had been in a long time, and she felt no guilt or shame at loving her son as she has.

 

She picked up the glass, stood up and turned her back towards the night, and headed in to her bed and her son.