"I need to piss!" Katherine shouted.

"Well go ahead and pee." Her Dad said back. "I just got in here so I'm not getting out."

"Fine." She pulled her bikini bottom down and sat on the toilet. The sound of her pee filled the room. Her shirt was soaked through from her run earlier and she looked over to the curtain and then pulled in off over her shoulders and dropped it on the ground. "Oh, that felt good." She said, still sitting on the toilet. "Does Mom have any shirts in the bedroom? I need to change."

"Sure. Just take a look." Her Dad said and then pulled the shower curtain over to talk to his daughter.

"Oh. Looks like we're both naked." He said, blushing and starting to chuckle. Now relaxed, Katherine smiled and started laughing with him. They were a liberal family and saw each other naked around the house a lot. So given that she was hot and feeling good after her pee, she didn't even bother covering up.

"You are pretty sweaty. Do you want to take a shower after I get out? There's a towel on the door."

"Yeah. That's a good idea." She said getting up and flushing the toilet.

"Can you first grab me a beer from the kitchen, though?"

"You want it in there?"

"Yes. That's what I said, Katherine."

"Fine." She washed her hands and kicked off her bikini bottoms and walked through the house naked to the kitchen. She got a beer out of the fridge, opened it and took a big swig before going back into the bathroom and shuting the door. Her father had not bothered to close the curtain and was scrubbing his face with soap so he didn't notice that his 25 year old daughter could see his semi erect penis hanging in the streaming water. She felt a tingle in her legs. He had obviously gotten hard when he saw her naked on the toilet, and though it made her feel kind of horrible, it was causing her to get a touch wet.

"Here's your beer."

He looked up and noticed she was standing right next to the curtain, the beer held out just above his newly hardening penis. He grabbed the bottle and just stared at his daughter. He was now fully erect and she was staring right at it. He blushed again and took a swig.

"Looks like someone's having a nice shower." She said, still gazing at her father's prick.

"Well. Sorry about that, but it's natural. You know that. No big deal." He took a big swig, finished the beer and handed it back to Katherine. She set it down on the sink and sat back down on the toilet. "I'll wait for you to finish so you don't have to turn the water off."

"Okay, sweetie."

 Why had she said that? It's not hard to turn the faucet off. She knew she didn't want anything to happen with her own father but she was for some reason very excited about seeing how her Dad would maneuver around her out of the bathroom. Then the curtain opened. She stood. Her father stepped out of the shower and stood in front of her. He tried to slide past her but slipped and fell on her, slamming her into the wall. His penis stuck into her stomach as he tried to pull himself up, and the laughter started there, both laughing, both uncomfortable, embarrassed, and unmistakably turned on by the taboo of it all. Through their laughter, she reached down and stroked his penis trying to make it seem like a joke, but he let out a soft moan of pleasure and the laughter stopped. She stared into her  fathers eyes, something in her daring her to take it a step further. She put her hand back on his hard wet penis and stroked the full length of it. Once. Twice. Three times. Then once more. Then she pulled her hand away. He pushed himself off, tried to laugh and wrapped a towel around himself and left the bathroom.

She climbed into the shower, heard the door close behind her and immeadiately probed her aching pussy, now soaked from the sexual excitment of bolding stroking her father's penis. What had she been thinking? One stroke and maybe she could get away with it, but four strokes? That was clearly a sexual gesture and neither she not her father would be able to deny it when they met each other's eyes at her mother's birthday dinner later that evening. Would they be able to get through the dinner with out blushing or feeling horrible?

The drums were thacking away in her brother's bedroom below. She suddenly had an image of her father's prick pounding her pussy on her brother's bed downstairs. She fell into the fantasy and said aloud. "They're right upstairs, anyone could come in." Then she saw the door slowly opening. And her pussy exploded with two huge orgasms under the stream of shower water. She cried out loudly. Could her father hear in the next room? Probably. Did she care? For some reason, no.

They had managed to get through dinner without her mother noticing that her husbands penis was getting hard anytime Katherine met eyes with her father. And for Katherine's part, it was fun knowing that wool was being pulled over her mother's eyes. She was sure nothing more would happen, so forget about it. It happened. No use feeling terrible about it.

 When they got home her mother took her dad into the bedroom and shut the door. Katherine went to the bathroom and took a quick pee then went back into the hallway.

Oh yes. It was unmistakable. Her Dad had his cock inside her mother and she was moaning loud enough for anyone on the floor to know. Katherine felt wet again. Shit. She was gonna have to deal with this for a little while. She was sure it must be the beginning of some phase and that eventually it would pass but right now a small dribble of creamy secretion was rolling down her thigh. She had to get her hand in her pants. She unzipped them and shoved a hand inside her panties, finding a wet clit already bulging. She moved closer to the door. She could her him slapping her ass.

“Am I a bad girl, then?” Her mother asked. “Do you want to play that again, Mike?”

“Um...” Her father's voice broke. He was breathing heavy, obviously pumping hard. He slowed down a bit to ponder the question.

“It's okay, Mike. Wait. Stop.” Her mother scooted over on the bed. They stopped fucking. She took a deep breath. “Mike. It's okay. You are having a thing right now for her. It's natural. I'm okay with it. I think it's healthier to play out our fantasies a little than to suppress them. As long as it's always with me. I don't mind. I don't mind, honey.”

He took a deep breath and then in a small voice said. “Okay...” “I love you, Mike.” She said. “Now. Lay back.” Katherine could hear him lay down on the bed. “Good.” Her mother said. “Now. I'm going to tell you what she's doing to you, and while I say what she's doing, I'm going to do it to you. And you just imagine that it's her doing what I'm doing. Okay?” “Okay, Barb.” He said, voice still a bit shaky.

Katherine was very aroused. Her clit had risen and was aching to send some cum down her pussy as she listened to her parents most intimate conversation. “She's at the foot of the bed. She's rubbing your leg. Now she's rubbing your stomach.” Her mom said, her voice growing a bit husky. “She must be getting into it”, Katherine thought. “You told her you were sick and asked if she would rub your tummy.” “Yeah. Yeah. That's right. She's just rubbing my tummy.” her father whispered.

“Just the tummy. She's doing a good job. Making you relaxed. Looks like your penis is growing. She's making it grow, isn't she?” “Yes. She is. She is making it grow.” Katherine had never heard her father sound so vulnerable. Damn, that was sexy. “Now she's touching your penis.” her father groaned and she could hear the skin of his dick as her mother stroked it in her hand. “Yes. That's right. She's stroking your cock for you now. Katherine is stroking your nice big penis.”

Katherine's hand stopped and she gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. Had she heard correctly? Had her mother really said her name?

“Your sweet baby, Katie wants to suck your nice cock now.”

Oh. Shit. Yup. Her mother was definitely acting out her Dad's fantasy of fucking his daughter. But his daughter was her. Her mind was racing and her hand was back in her pants, rubbing her clit furiously. She was overwhelmed. Her Dad DID want to fuck her. Her mother KNEW. And more than that was actually helping him get off while thinking about it. Her head was literally spinning with erotic passion. When she heard her mom's mouth slurping and sucking on her father's cock, knowing what his erect cock looked like, having just held in her hand earlier that day, having actually stroked it herself, was too much for Katherine and she came hard. Her knees shaking, still trying to stand, her body quivering up to her head, she let out a loud moan as she felt cum gushing from her pussy. Then again, another spasm and another moan. Then she fell to the ground.

Her mother was still sucking, she could hear it, but it was slower and much quieter. Had they heard her? She was just outside the door. She needed to get out of there. She pulled her pants up and run down he hallway, into he room, closed the door and flopped on her bed, trying to catch her breath.

What had she just done?

“Oh my God.” She thought. “I hope they didn't hear me, but that was the best cum of my life. I will cum again just thinking about that cum.”

Was she crazy? Fucked up? She was too alive too care at the moment. Her hands were wandering down to her pussy again. She needed to make it gush hard on her bed. Maybe more than once. Then she would think about who she was turning into. Right now all she wanted was the hot fat cock of her father inside her warm wet cunt.

Chapter 1

The Marriage Proposal

She had thought it was good news, and wasn’t even sure how she ended up in this position.   Her parents had always been strict, not strict in the same sense that others used it, but strict in the sense of corporal punishment.  And it wasn’t just her, but also her mother, hearing her Mother Teresa’s’ sobbing and pleading through her walls late at night while she grew up.  It seemed that only her brother was spared, two years older then she was, in college now.   She accepted it, but never mentioned it to her friends, sure they would not understand.

She was so excited, she rushed into the house and blurted out the good news to her mother and father in the living room.  “Evan asked me to marry him.  And I accepted.”  She saw the look on her fathers face.  “He’ll be over to ask for my hand in matrimony tonight Daddy.”  She had just graduated from high school, Evan being her boyfriend for the last two years.  They had been dating exclusively.  Her parents had instilled a strict morality in her, and they had never progressed past first base. She was a virgin at eighteen, almost a relic of the past.  But Amanda had learned that you didn’t disobey your parents, especially her Father.  Even in high school she often found herself thrown over her Fathers lap, punished by his large, powerful hand as he spanked her butt, her Mother standing meekly by, unknown to Amanda that her Mother would have to be available after the spanking to alleviate her Fathers aroused state.   She even shut out of her mind the feeling of his hard cock beneath her lap as he spanked her, her squirming doing little more then to aggravate his obvious arousal.  She always blamed herself for the state he was in.

Now she found herself again over his lap, his hard cock pushing into her stomach as she squirmed beneath his hand as he slapped her ass cheeks hard.  Evan had come over, asking for her hand in marriage, and her Father graciously gave it.  But then she and her mother were quickly ushered out of the room, her Father and Evan in a private discussion.  She didn’t know what was said, but Evan left without saying a thing to her, leaving Amanda confused and worried.

Her mother called her into her Father’s study, a large room that reeked of male dominance, wood furniture and bookshelves smelling of polish, stale cigar smoke permeated the cloth furniture, animal heads gracing the walls testifying to the ferocity of the owner of the room.  Her Father was waiting for her, sitting in the large heavy chair that out of place in the middle of the room, and Amanda instantly knew its purpose.

“Did I displease you Daddy?”

“You never displease me Amanda.  You are forever my little girl.  You just have never been explained the family rituals that were handed down by generations.  It is time you learned your place in life.  I have spoken to Evan and he has agreed to the terms of your marriage.  It is as much for his benefit as for your training.  But first a spanking is necessary to get you into the correct frame of reference.  Come, over my lap.  You know what is expected of you.”  He motioned her over to him, watching her as she did.  She had grown up to be a beautiful girl, just as her mother was.  A lovely pair of tits danced delightfully beneath the cashmere sweater she was wearing, full hips, and a lovely pert ass that would make his cock jerk in pleasure as he spanked the muscled cheeks.  And he yearned to see the treasures between her legs, her mother guaranteeing that her pussy was shaved bald, highlighting the full mound that he had been promised.  He had to hold back the groan when her soft body spread over his lap, his cock jerking to attention as she settled on top of him.

She felt it beneath her, his hard cock jerking against her, unable to stop squirming as she tried to get comfortable, knowing that she was the cause of his discomfort.  She deserved to be punished, she knew she should not have accepted Evan‘s marriage proposal until her Father had given his permission.  She finally stopped moving, feeling the familiar touch of her Father’s hand on her ass, never even considering the fact that it was unnatural.  After all, her Mother was standing near her, watching as her Father prepared her.  She felt his hand clench onto one of her cheeks, squeezing it as if he were checking it for ripeness for the spanking.  His hand moved to the other side, sliding along her crack, her cheeks clenched tightly together.  He had never done this before.

“Don’t tighten your cheeks on me!”  He slapped one cheek hard, the sound ringing out in the room, the pain taking a moment to reach her brain.  He felt her jerk beneath him, a tiny cry escaping from her lips.  But she surrendered, feeling her cheeks loosen, his hands eager to explore her flesh. 

She felt his hands return to run over her ass cheeks, one cheek still stinging from the blow.  His hands seemed to explore her butt, moving from one side to the other, clenching on and off of her cheeks.  She felt his hands slide along her crease, pulling them apart, and Alice grateful that she was at least still fully clothed, embarrassed as she felt the tug on her anus.  She felt a finger push into her skirt, sliding along her crease, the pressure pushing down until she felt it stop on her anus, a strange tingling in her tiny hole as it began to spasm uncontrollably.  She looked at her Mother but all she got back was a stern look.  He had never touched her like this before.  It confused her, yet at the same time she felt a degree of arousal between her legs, a wetness.  She had never even masturbated before, a strict taboo, the threat of punishment always in the back of her mind.  When Evan had stroked her breasts, making her nipples hard as a rock she felt her panties get wet with desire, fighting the urge to let his hands explore between her legs.  But always the image of her Father was etched in her brain, not quenching her desires, only limiting her actions.  Now it was his hands that were arousing her, her mind fighting the conflicting emotions.  She was brought back to reality with a sharp slap to her other cheek, her butt arching up before settling back down.  His cock felt harder and bigger as she squirmed again, his hands rubbing her ass as if encouraging her salacious behavior. 

He enjoyed the way she rubbed up against him, his hard cock jerking in pleasure as his daughter began the slow masturbation of his cock.  When she slowed down again, he would slap her until she began again, enjoying the lovely sight of her luscious cheeks moving up and down on his lap.  He let her slide down a bit, her mound now over his cock, making it jerk in pleasure against her.  He slapped her again, this time hitting each cheek in succession, watching as she danced on his lap.  His hand began to move over her ass again, rubbing harder, pushing her down on his cock, sliding her side to side in a gentle masturbation.

Her Father slid her lower, feeling her sex pushed against his cock.  It was huge, growing as Amanda turned red in shame for making her Father so aroused.  His hands were moving more urgently on her ass, making her move side to side, a slap to her ass enforcing her obedience.  His slaps to her ass became less frequent as she began to get into the rhythm he wanted of her, a strange desire between her legs making her tingle strangely.  Her sex was pushed against his hard cock, rubbing her on her clit, the tiny pleasure button that she avoided like the plague, sure that if she had rubbed it she would cum, the punishment too shameful for her to even fathom.  Now her Father seemed to be intentionally doing it to her at the same time she felt his cock rubbing against her.  Would he make her cum?  She moved her hips more urgently now, sliding back and forth, feeling his cock jerk in pleasure as she did.  She pressed harder, his hard cock sliding back and forth over her clit as she shook in pleasure, her body betraying her.  She felt his hands on her ass pulling her cheeks apart again, her muscles relaxed as she let her Father have his way with her, knowing that he would do what was best for her.  “MMMM,” she moaned, unable to control herself any longer as his finger slid along her crease until his finger pushed on her anus, driving her sex harder onto his cock.  She held her breath as it moved back and forth over her anus, feeling the uncontrollable clenching of her anus as she was touched so intimately by her Father.  She looked at her Mother, a smile on her face as she watched her rubbing salaciously against her Father.  The finger on her anus seemed to drive into her, even separated by her skirt and panties she felt her anus slowly stretching open under his probing.  She humped her Father’s cock, pumping up and down, no longer caring how it looked.  All she cared about was the burning desire between her legs, the only way it could be quenched was by the intimate rubbing against her Father’s hard cock.  She was panting now, unable to control her emotions, grunting in lust as her Father’s hand controlled her movements, back and forth over his cock.  It jerked and shook beneath her, her brow wet, as she humped him like a dog in heat.

“Yes Amanda.  Can you feel the lust between your legs?  Let yourself go.  Cum as you rub against me.”  He was ready to cum, fighting back the delightful feeling that his own daughter induced when her young body rubbed against him.  He wanted her to cum when he did.

He had said it, the words making it easier for her to perform, anything to make her Father pleased with her.  He wanted her to have an orgasm, Amanda bracing for her first as she humped up and down on his cock, her Father telling her it was all right.  She wanted to please him, hoping that she was doing it right, hoping that he would cum also.  “Like that Daddy?”  She pushed down hard on his cock, jerking her hips from side to side as she felt his cock jumping beneath her.  Her clit seemed swollen in lust, and Amanda wished she were naked rubbing against him, wanting to feel his hot flesh against her naked sex.  How sinful it was, masturbating her Father as her Mother watched.  And approved, smiling as Amanda panted in lust.  It seemed almost natural when it hit her like a ton of bricks, her body shaking and shuddering as if she were having a heart attack.  She thought she peed her panties, her pussy gushing as she came.  She jerked up and down so hard she thought she had hurt him, his head thrown back as if in pain, his mouth open as he cried out.  Then she felt his cock jerking beneath her, it suddenly dawning on her, he was cumming.  And she was doing it.  Then next orgasm came crashing down on her, her nipples so sensitive they felt as though they would burst, her thighs pressed tightly together, another release of her pent up lust rushing from her body.  Her panties felt drenched in her juices.

He couldn’t hold out any longer, cumming in his pants, filling his shorts with his hot cum, wishing it was Alice’s mouth or her virgin pussy that was receiving his seed.  He felt her orgasm rocking her untrained body, and delighted in the fact that this was her first of many that he would induce in her.  He began to stroke her back and ass gently as she came down from the explosive orgasm that shook her body.  “Good girl Amanda.  You came so nicely for Daddy.  And you should be so proud the way you made me cum.  As good as your Mother.”  He patted her ass as she tried to catch her breath.

She never felt anything like it before, her body still shaken, not sure she could even stand.  She was grateful as her Father petted her and purred into her ears his encouragement feeling so proud of herself.  Even her Mother’s smile beamed from ear to ear.  “I never felt anything like that before Daddy.  Thank you.”  He finally let her get up, standing in front of him on her shaky legs.

“I had a talk with Evan about your marriage.  While I agreed to it, there are some family rituals that must be honored before you can consummate your marriage.  He has agreed to my stipulations.”

“Family rituals.  I don’t understand Daddy.”

“Just as your Mother and her Mother did, the family believes that the daughter must be trained sexually for your new husband.  He does not have the experience or ability to train a virgin in the manner that she needs to fulfill her wifely duties.  For generations this has fallen to the Father and I will take the mantle of tradition and indoctrinate you in the joys of submission.  Your Mother and even your brother, Jason will participate.  This will be a lengthy process, taking a year.  During that time you can continue seeing Evan but are not to participate in any sexual relations.  I had a lengthy conversation with Evan and we understand that it will be difficult for a man to go another year without sexual contact.  Your Mother is still a very beautiful and sexy woman at thirty-five.  I have offered your Mother’s sexual services to Evan during this one year period.  He will begin to explore the pleasure that you will be taught to give him and what is expected of him as the Master of his house.  While a bit reluctant, he has agreed.  And once he enjoys the pleasures that your Mother will give him he will come around more enthusiastically.  After a while he will be allowed to watch as you are put through your paces.”

Amanda was shocked, but also highly aroused, even after just cumming.  She loved Evan and would do anything for him.  And she loved her Father more than that.  To be able to please both of them was all that she asked in the world.  Her Father was always the Master of the house, and now she understood it more fully.  And she understood what she would have to do to honor the family tradition.  She felt so proud of the way she used her body for her Father’s pleasure.  There would be much more, so much more.  She just didn’t understand the part about her Mother and brother, especially her brother, but it was quickly gone from her mind as thoughts of her Father’s cock raced in her mind.  She was a virgin, but knew that soon her Father would take her innocence from her.  And more, the unknown exciting her more.  And the thought of her Mother with Evan bothered her, but

It also gave her an intense desire to learn as much as she could from her Father, wanting to please Evan more then even her Mother could.  She would make him soon forget her.  “Yes Daddy,” was all that she could say.

“Very good Amanda.  I want you to take a shower and change your clothes.  Mother has put the clothes I want you to wear on your bed.  I want you back in my office in two hours.  I will begin your training immediately.

Chapter 2

Training Begins

Amanda couldn't believe what had just happened in her Father's study. It was all so surreal.  Maybe in the back of her mind, she knew that someday it would come to this, but she had never expected her Father to be the one to reveal the mysteries of sex to her.  Outwardly, it didn't seem right, but in a strange, much deeper way, it did.  She shrugged off her doubts, knowing that her Father would not be moved.

She took her shower, remembering her Mother's reminder to make sure that she was completely shaved all over. Father was very strict about this.  She also took great care to wash every nook and cranny of her nubile young body.  The hot water slightly stung her spanked ass cheeks, but it also soothed and calmed her as she finished preparing for her training.  She was unprepared, however for the garment that her mother had placed out on the bed for her to wear.

It was…old fashioned.  It was a white nightgown that had a high neck and a skirt that looked as if it would skim the floor when she put it on.  The collar and long buttoned sleeves were trimmed in delicate lace and there was a row of tiny buttons that ran from the neck down the entire front of the nightgown.  Amanda was surprised and a little disappointed.  This was hardly the sexy garment that she had envisioned while she was taking her shower.  But Father wanted her to wear this, and so she would.  She didn’t want to begin her training on a bad note. 

However, the old fashioned nightgown had one more feature that Amanda had failed to notice while it rested on her goose-down comforter.  When she picked it up to examine the buttons, she noticed that it was so sheer that the outlines of her entire body including her breasts and nipples would surely be seen even with a casual glance.  She blushed completely down to the tips of her toes as her nipples contracted and hardened.  There was nothing casual in the way her Father would be treating her in the next year.

She stood naked before the mirror as she had done hundreds of times before, but tonight, she realized, everything would change.  She would begin to walk the path of true womanhood and learn everything she needed to know about being a good and obedient wife.  If the sounds from her parent’s bedroom were any indication, it was a never ending path that took you through every phase of your marriage, but she was willing to accept her role.  Somehow it seemed more like her fate, mused Amanda silently.

She glanced at the clock on her bedside table and noticed that she only had twenty minutes to finish getting ready and present herself in Father’s study.  She heard a light knock on the door, and her Mother entered.  Amanda stared at her Mother, who was wearing a nightgown that exactly matched the one she was holding in her hands.  Her swollen, red nipples were clearly on display as well as the cleft between her buttocks and shadow between her thighs.  Amanda‘s mother, Teresa, had a slim, tone body and worked hard to keep it that way because that was her Husband’s wish.  Luckily, she had good genetics on her side and her 36D breasts were still firm and proud.

Her Mother clucked and fussed as if nothing were out of the ordinary.  She had a hairbrush in her hand and two long pink ribbons.  She moved behind Amanda and started brushing her hair as she spoke.  “You don’t want to be late for your first lesson,” Teresa spoke softly.  “Father would be very angry.  It would set a bad manner for the whole year.  You have always striven to be deferential to your Father and so you will continue to be.  He will expect more from you now, which is the main difference.  I know that you will be a good girl and apply yourself to these new life lessons.”

Amanda moved around to hug her Mother in earnest.  Her naked breasts felt warm against the cool fabric of her Mothers nightgown.  She felt the tingle begin again between her legs and her nipples began to get hard.  When she pulled back, she noticed that her Mother’s nipples were stiff also.  Impulsively, she leaned forward and kissed her right nipple through the fabric.  Teresa laughed and turned her naked daughter around to finish tying a single ponytail in Amanda’s hair.

“I’m scared, Mom,” Amanda whispered quietly.

“I can well understand,” Her Mother replied.  “I was too, in the beginning and I still get scared sometimes even after all these years.  But one of the things that I have learned is that being scared is part of the thrill and I hope that you will learn to embrace it.”

Teresa tied the second pink ribbon around Amanda’s throat like a choker.  She tied it not too tight, but not too loose either.  Just enough to remind her beautiful young daughter that it was there.  Quickly undoing the buttons on the top of the nightgown, her Mother lifted it over Amanda’s head and settled it down around her shoulders before doing up the front buttons over the girl’s pert breasts. The gown made Amanda feel almost like a little girl again instead of a woman about to be married.

Without saying a word, Teresa took her daughter by the hand and led her out of the bedroom and down the stairs.  She paused and knocked at the heavy French doors to the study and the ladies stood patiently, hand in hand, and waited for Father to tell them that they may enter.  When it came, however, the order was given by Amanda’s fiancé, Evan.  Startled, Teresa and Amanda looked at each other quickly before Teresa opened the doors and gestured for Amanda to enter first. 

Amanda’s Father, William, was sitting in his large chair, in its usual spot in front of the fireplace.  Evan sat in a matching leather wingchair opposite William, staring unabashedly at the two entering ladies.    Amanda, for her part, was totally mortified that he should see her on such display.  She couldn’t help but blush all the way down, causing her pert breasts to harden and exhibit themselves further.

Her Father seemed amused, Amanda noticed, at the young couple’s discomfort.  He motioned for the ladies to come over to where the men sat.  “Sit, Sit,” he waved.  “We have much to discuss.”  As there was no other nearby chairs, Amanda followed her Mother’s lead and sank to the floor to sit at Evan’s feet.  Her Father cleared his throat and began.

“We will begin your lessons with some basic ground rules.  These are simple, but you had better remember them if you want things to go smoothly for you.  First, the Husband is the Master of the house.  Evan will assume that role upon your marriage, but for the interim, I will be the Master that will train you.  You will address me as Sir, do you understand?”

Amanda looked up and nodded to Daddy.  “Yes, Sir, I understand.”  Amanda’s mother smiled at her little girl at this first sign of acceptance.

“Good,” William continued.  “Second, you will wear regular clothes anytime you are out of the house, unless your Master says otherwise.  When you are at home, however, you will be dressed as your Master wishes you to dress.  You will strive to keep yourself beautiful and ready for your Master at all times.” 

Knowing that that meant keeping fit, clean and shaved, Amanda nodded again and her Father continued.

“Next, you will learn different positions for presenting yourself to your Master.  He may decide to inspect you or maybe just have you displayed like a work of art.  Or he may decide to make use of one of your tight holes for his pleasure.  You will have to remember the position numbers and be ready to present on command.  As I remember, your Mother had a particularly hard time with that lesson,” William shook his head, fondly remembering.  “But she knows them well enough now,” he growled. 

“Two!”  He barked and Teresa rose off the floor gracefully.  She went to stand in the middle of the room, where the chair usually sat for a spanking and sank back down on her knees.  She shifted her weight evenly on the balls of her feet and toes, resting her bottom on her heels, and spread her knees as wide as she could.   Then, she brought her hands up to the back of her neck and spread her elbows wide so that the bodice of the gown was stretched tight against her puckered nipples.  Her eyes were downcast as she held her position, and Amanda stared at the display that her Mother had created.  It sent tingles through her young pussy as her Father continued.

“Fourth, Your Master will have the use of your entire body, including your mouth, pussy and ass.  You will service him and others whenever and wherever he sees fit.” 

Amanda gasped and stole a look at her Mother.  Teresa didn’t quite meet Amanda’s eyes and confirmed her worst fears that Daddy and Evan would eventually use her body like a common whore!  The thought of this was unbearable, but what choice did she have?  Did they really mean to stick their penises in her tiny asshole?  Why did her nipples get hard at the thought?  Amanda blushed as she realized that the room had gone silent and that all three of them were looking at her hard nipples, Evan in amazement, her Mother with lust, and her Father with a smile.

 “And lastly, you will follow the rules as laid down by your Master.  Any departure from the set rules will earn you a punishment deemed appropriate by your Master.   Those are the basics.  Your Mother and I raised you very traditionally, so you should already grasp the framework of this.   Before, you were only spanked.  I hope that you realize that now that you are about to become a woman, there are much more inventive and interesting ways that your Master may punish you.”  He let the weight of his words hang in the air as Amanda’s imagination took flight.

  She wasn’t sure what to expect, but she was sure that she wanted to strive to be as perfect of a wife as she could be.  She could feel her damp pussy between her thighs and she knew that tonight, her life would change forever.  She looked up at Evan, and saw that he was looking down at her with a powerful stare.  He seemed to be realizing the power that he would soon wield over Amanda and her body flushed as her stomach turned over.  She loved Evan, knew that he would become a wonderful Master, and she would endeavor to submit to him in all ways.

Amanda’s Father shifted his attention to his wife.  “Let’s show Evan and Amanda the basic positions, shall we?  One,” he said firmly.  Teresa stood up in the same spot on the floor and planted her feet about shoulder width apart.  Her hands went back behind her neck and the fabric stretch tight.  “As you can see, position one is very similar to position two with the exception being that she is standing.  Her nipples are very stiff and red.  I regret that I had to punish them last night.  My beautiful wife forgot to get milk at the grocery yesterday,” William directed his comments towards Evan.

Evan glanced down at Amanda again and met her nervous gaze.  “You can punish her for something that small?” He asked his soon to be Father-in-Law.

“Yes, it is my responsibility as her Master to correct her forgetfulness and other bad behavior.  My girls work hard to do their best.  It doesn’t happen often, but must be dealt with when it does,” William replied.  “So you have already seen position two, on to position three, then,” he instructed his wife.

More graceful than she could ever hope to be, Amanda thought to herself, Teresa lay on her back on the floor.  She brought her legs up in the air and spread them impossibly wide.  The sheer gown gathered about her waist and exposed her wet gash, also red and swollen, only this time with lust.  Being exposed like this was no strange feeling to her, but the fact that it was happening in front of her daughter and her soon to be son-in-law heaped more humiliation and embarrassment than she had felt in a long time.

 “When Teresa was first being trained, her father had to use a spreader bar to get her to remember just the right distance between the legs,” William said to Evan.  “I remember she used to walk around locked into it for hours.  I still break it out on occasion just to remind her,” he sniggered.  Amanda’s mother blushed anew, remembering her own Father’s extreme love for and use of the device.

Evan was riveted, as was Amanda, both inflamed by her Father’s words.  “And the fourth basic position,” He motioned to Teresa again.  “This one is my personal favorite” Without hesitation, she rolled over onto her hands and knees and dipped her head low onto the plush carpet.  Her knees, she spread wide and her back, she arched high, exposing her treasures to all who cared to see.   Her lush pussy was open and her little brown hole was winking from behind welted ass cheeks.  It seemed that she couldn’t help but wag her hips a bit, and it was obvious to everyone that she was greatly aroused.  This was the time for Amanda to learn that he was in charge of all, and it would always be the way that her Master wanted it to be, William thought to himself.

“Evan, does my wife arouse you?” he asked pointedly.

Tearing his gaze away from Teresa, Evan looked shamefacedly at William.

“It’s perfectly all right.  She is a beautiful woman and you are a healthy young man,” he told Evan.

“She turns me on,” he said simply to William, looking back to Teresa again.

“Feel her breasts.  They are sensitive today, and very responsive,” he instructed Evan.  He moved quickly over to her and didn’t hesitate to rub the tender nubs through the sheer fabric of her nightgown.  Teresa moaned low, and Evan was encouraged to deepen the contact.  He cupped her breasts in his hands and jiggled them slightly.  He could feel their heat through the fabric and he slightly pinched her nipples. 

William motioned for Amanda to sit in the chair that Evan had vacated and watch.

“Tell her to suck your cock,” he instructed Evan.

Evan looked down at Teresa and wasted no time.  “Undo my pants,” he told her.  She had it done and in seconds, Evans proud 8 ½” pole was grazing Teresa’s cheek.  If anyone had been looking towards Amanda, they would have seen her eyes go wide at the first sight of her fiancé’s cock.  It was only a quick sight, though, because soon enough, Evan had ordered her to swallow it.  It had been a long time since he had had anyone, since before he had met Amanda.  And he had only fucked a few giggly girls at that.  He was going to make good use of this woman’s mouth, he decided.

Teresa literally dove into her task, plunging her face down as far as she could onto the thick meat before coming back up and swirling her tongue around the head.  The fact that her Husband and daughter were watching her suck off this young man only aroused her more.  She heard her Husband undo his pants and knew that he had exposed his hard cock, also and was stepping out of his slacks.

Evan was struggling now to undo the buttons on the front of her nightgown.  He was having a difficult time of it, and was getting increasingly frustrated in his horny state. 

William laughed and bent over Teresa’s back.  He grabbed the material and pulled it on either side so that the buttons all gave at the seam and the fabric tore from her body in one fluid motion. 

Teresa moaned loudly, and cried out as William buried his hard cock in her pussy in one fluid motion.  She was overcome by the friction and struggled not to come without permission.  Still sucking on Evans cock, she stilled her hips and waited for her Husband to set the pace. 

William began forcing his huge cock in and out of his wife’s sopping pussy.  He knew that she was as turned on tonight as she had ever been in her entire life.  The way that she was wolfing down this young kid’s cock was making her spasm around him and he flexed his hips to push every last inch of his pole into her dripping cunt. 

Seeing all of this laid out like a tableau in front of her, Amanda desperately wanted to touch her aching pussy.  Without permission, though, she knew that this lesson would quickly turn bad for her.  She looked pleadingly at her Father, but he shook his head.  He was not about to let her have satisfaction again today.  Lesson number one: Master’s needs come first.

Evan was moaning loudly now, and knew that he was about to blow his load into the mouth of this sweet mother in law.  Holding her head in his hands, Evan started using Teresa’s mouth like a pussy and pumped his cock in and out as deep into her throat as he could get on the down stroke.  This slut took it like a pro, he thought, and he had no trouble lodging the head in her throat on the down stroke.  Teresa moaned around Evan’s cock and wagged her hips at her husband in a silent plea to play with her pussy.  William slapped her ass hard twice and she refocused on the rhythm of being speared by two hard cocks.

“I’m about to cum,” Evan moaned and sank his shaft as far as it would go into Teresa’s throat.  Amanda’s eyes widened again and she could see the tip of his cock make a visible bulge in her Mother’s neck.  Evan held her there as he spurted again and again directly into her stomach.  William never let up impaling her pussy, and with a few more strokes, dragged her up to his cock and shot his wad all over her face and breasts.  After coating her with his semen, he held his softening cock to her lips and she sucked it clean without being told.

 “Good girl,” William said to her as Evan buckled himself back up and went to sit back with Amanda.  Teresa exited quickly to go and clean up while William faced the kids.  “Any questions?” he asked them.  They both sat there.  “No, then you may leave now Evan.  You will not be allowed to see Amanda’s training.  This will allow you to have a honeymoon that will surprise and pleasure you.  But once a week you will come over and Amanda’s mother will take care of your lust and give you a look into what you may expect from Amanda.  I’m sure you will not be disappointed.”  He nodded goodnight to Evan as he left the room, the door closing leaving Amanda alone with him.  “And we will now begin your training.”

To Be Continued

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 "Please mom," he thought. "let me fuck you!"

 The door to his moms room was loud, so he had to open it as slowly as
possible. His hand was shaking as he slowly turned the handle. The door swung
open with a light creak as he stalked into her room. He closed the door as slow
as possible and then made his way to the bed.
 
 His mom was snoring, a clear sign that she was asleep. He still felt it
was neccesary to lay still for a few minutes, just to be sure. He layed there,
anxious for what was to come. He glanced at the clock. Eight minutes have passed.

 "Close enough." He thought. Slowly, very slowly, he turned his body to
face his the fucker of his dreams. He reached slowly under the covers, moving
his hand towards her leg.

 "SHIT!" he was suprised to see she was wearing her pyjama pants instead
of her night dress. After a moment, he regained his composure. His mom was
pretty slim, so it would be easy to slide his hand under the waist of her pants.

 "This is it, the moment of truth." he thought excitedly. He quietly
reached he pants waist and pinched it with his left hand, lifted it up and slid
his right hand inside. He felt her bush and the heat from her pussy. His mom did
nothing, so he figured he was in the clear. His hand brushed through her bush
and slowly made it's way to her waiting slit.

 He was there! His hand cupped her crotch. Slowly, he inserted two
fingers.

 "Oh my gawd!" He silently exclaimed as he almost blew his load at the
touch of her steamy insides.

 He twirled his fingers around inside for a second, and then slowly took
them out. He needed to taste her juices, now! He inserted his fingers inside his
mouth and the taste of his moms cunt juice drove him wild! The mere thought of
him touching his mom made him crazy, let alone feeling her cunt and tasting her
juice! It made him so horny, thinking about how his first pussy is his moms!

 He maneuvered his hand back to her pussy, which was growning wetter,
this time, a little less steathily. He started to rub her crotch, and as her
love box opened for him, he inserted two fingers. He started to move them in and
out, slowly at first, then quicker. His inexperienced thumb eventually found
it's way to her growing clit, and he started to rub it while finger fucking his
moms pussy.

 At that moment his mom opened her eyes. She was terrified.

 "Oh my God, Michael, what the fuck are you doing! Stop..." but Michael
interupted her before she could finish.

 "Please mom, I want you're pussy so bad! Please mom! Please mom!
Please..!" He repeted over and over.

 His mom scrambled out of bed.

 "Michael, this is very innapropriate! What do you think your dad will
say?"

 "Mom, please! Don't tell dad, please! I want you so fucking bad!" At
this point his horny instincts took over. He scrambled out of bed and grabbed
his moms back, pulling her closer as he rubbed her through her thin cotton pants.
 
 "Please mom..." he said in between gasps "let me make you feel good!"

 "Mi..chael...stop please...this is..." she let out a slight moan "this
isn't right..." Michael moved his hand up to her tits and took them out. He
started sucking each one equally, as his enormous erection grinded into his moms
sopping wet cunt through her pants.

 "Mom...you're so...wet right now." He explained while he worked her tits.
"Just let yourself go! Fuck me! You want me! Your wet cunt tells all!"

 His mom had begun to stroke his dick in her hands now. This was too much
for Michael, and he blew all over his moms hand. To her amazement, he was still
hard as granite.

 "Jesus! You make me so horny Michael!" She was moaning silently now,
but continually, as I liked her titties. "I...want you...ssoooo bad...oh GAWD!"
She was fingering herself vigourously now. "I want...gawd...tell me your
fantasies! Let me be you...fa...fanta...sy!" She let out a loud moan then as she
came all over her hand. She took her wet hand and rubber her juices on her tits.

 "Lay on the bed mom, I want to taste your sweet juices!" she obliged,
saying:

 "Yeah...talk dirty to me. You want to fuck your dirty mom, don't you?
Tell me how you want to taste my sopping cunt!"

 "You fucking perverted slut! You love the thought of your 15 year old
son licking your clit, don't you? Yeah, you want me to taste all your juice, you
want me to make you cum! You want me to drink all of your juices don't you!"
Michael was gorging himself on his moms cunt now, making sure to savour her
flavour, breathing in her fumes. He began to work her clit as he ate her,
flicking her lips with his toungue as he rubbed her hard clit.

 Not much later, her body shaked with her second orgasm of the night,
spilling her juices into Michael's eager mouth.

 "Oh Gawd!" She huffed. She lay there for a second and glanced at
Michael's still hard cock. "You've pleasured me, so now it's time to pleasure
you!"

 She leaned over and took his cock into her mouth. He blew his load right
in there the minute his head touched her toungue. His mother took every drop of
it.

 Embarassed, Michael said:
 
 "Shit! I'm sorry!" But his cock was already rehardening in his moms warm
mouth.

 "Yumm..." His mom let out a gasp of satisfaction as she tasted his cum.
"You're dirty slut of a mom loves the tast of your cum! Ooooh yeah!" She was
frigging herself as she sucked his dick.

 "Yeah, you dirty bitch, suck my cock, taste my cock!" She sucked his
cock vigorously. "Oh gawd mom! I'm going to cum soon! Let me blow my load on
your face!" He let out a loud moan as his jizz exploded from his cock, landing
all over her face and in her hair. She quickly cobbled up the cum that landed on
her lips.

 "Whipe you hot teenage cum all over my face with your cock. Yeah!" His
mom looked like a true slut now, her face sticky with her own sons cum. The mere
thought made her wet!

 "We're not done yet!" his mom explained. "What would you have me do?"
she asked.

 "You're tits! I want to fuck those tits and cum all over your face!" he
exclaimed, his dick getting hard again at the mere thought. His mom layed down
and he mounted her tummy, sitting in between her tits and her cunt.

 "Put your cock hear." She said, indicating the space in between her tits.
Michael could only oblige, as he slid his dick in position, his mom closed her
boobs around his penis. She then started to shake her tits as Michael moved his
dick up and down in between her breasts.

 "Yeah! Like that! Fuck my tits! Fuck my tits you horny mom fucker!" she
exclaimed. Michael had reached back and begun to finger his mums wet pussy. "Oh
yeah, I'm going to cuuuuuuum!" and at that statement, Michael blew his load all
over her face once more.

 His mother layed there, breathing heavily, looking like a real whore,
her face sticky with two hot loads of her sons cum.

 "We still gotta do one more thing... I need to feel you inside my cunt,
Michael! I want you to cum inside me!"

 "You fucking slut, I knew you needed me, WANTED me inside of you! I want
you to make me a man! Let me lose my virginity to you! I want you to feel my cum
deep inside you and then I want you to cum all over my cock, then suck your
juices from it! You slut! Yeah!"

 "I'll do anything to feel your cum inside me? What position do you want?"
Michael layed down.

 "Face me! Sit on my cock and ride it you dirty slut! Fuck your teenage
son good!" She did as he told her and took him to the hilt. She then began to
ride him, up and down, so hard that it felt like the bed was going to break.

 "Get off!" he ordered and she did. "Get on your hands and knees you
slut! I wanna fuck you from behind and feel your tits while you rub your clit!"
As he penetrated her from behind, he started molesting his moms tits, pinching
her nipples and rubbing them with his thumb.

 "OooooOooOoOoOh GAWD! You fe..el so good inside...of me! YES! YES! I want
it fast and... hard!" she exclaimed, moaning with intense pleasure.

 "AAAAH! I'm cuuuuuuming!" Michael yelled before launching his spunk deep
within his own mother. The feeling of his own sons hot cum inside her hot, juicy
quim was too much for her and she spilled her love juices all over Michaels dick.

 "Suck your juices off my dick you dirty slut! Yeah, it tastes good,
doesn't it?"

 "Oooooooh yeah! The taste of your young cum and my experienced pussy
juice mixed together is so goood!" she lay there, after severel orgasms, panting.
"I don't want this to end. Too think I could've got a good fuck outta you all
those times I fingered myself thinking of you while you were on the computer
all those times. I was scared you'd disapprove and tell someone or something,,,"

 "Mom, there's still one thing I gotta do..."

 "So much energy!" She said with amazement. "What is it, you pervert!"

 "I want to fuck you in the ass while you do yourself with your vibrator."

 "How do you know about my vibrator?"

 "Shit mom, I used to smell it and put it in my mouth in hopes of smelling
and tasting you!"

 "You make me so wet michael!"

  "Here mom, lay on top of me, facing up." She got her vibrator and then
followed her sons orders. He inserted his dick head into her tight asshole.
Slowly, he started pumping in and out of her, then he picked up the speed,
yelling in between moans: "Fuck yourself...with that dildo! Fuck your self so
hard with it! YESS!"

 The only sounds to be heard were the loud thunking of the bed, Michael's
moms loud moans, Michaels groans and the quite buzzing sound of the vibrator.

 "OOOH JEEEZ!! GAWD!!!!" His mom screamed as she let out her most power-
ful orgasm of the night, spilling her juices all over the dildo, Michaels balls
and the bed.

 "Get on all fours mom! I wanna cum in your ass!" Michael fucked her hard
from behind and blew his load deep inside his moms rectum. "Oooooh gawd!" As he
pulled out, his jizz started to leak out of her tight brown asshole. She inserted
her pussy juice-covered vibrator into her ass, pumping it 4 or 5 times and then
pulled it out. It was shiny with her juices and Michaels cum. She then started
deepthroating it until it was bone dry.

 They both sat there, spent. Even at his young age, Michael couldn't fuck
forever.

 "I don't know whether or not it's your natural skill as a fucker or just
the fact that your my son that made this so good, either way, you're the best
I've ever had."

 "Just thinking about how I lost my virginity to my own mother makes me
so horny! I'm going to have to come over more often!"

THE END

 

 

"Whew."

Jimmy wiped his face and looked down at his boxer underpants. They were wet and sticky. His pecker was hanging limply out of the hole. Jimmy was rapidly losing his sleep-boner, along with the last remaining threads of the dream.

"Man, not again. Yuck."

Another wet dream, he thought with a yawn. Third one this week.

Jimmy rolled out of bed, still yawning and knuckling sleep from his eyes. He slipped out of his baggy-boxers and kicked them over to the clothes hamper by the dresser. The dirty underpants flumped into the corner, and they left a wet smear on the wall.

Jimmy sighed with all the resigned frustration his thirteen year old body could muster and padded naked over to the hamper, picked up the underpants and tossed them in with the rest of his dirty clothes, shoving them down towards the bottom of the pile.

For a split-second he hoped that his mom would do some laundry this weekend, because he was running out of clean underwear. Just as quickly he hoped she wouldn’t, because she was sure to ask why his clothes were all damp and gross.

"Oh, uh-uh. No way. Forget that."

He squished the underpants as far down into the hamper as they’d go.

"There."

He wiped his hands off on an old pair of pajamas, and figuring that since he was already awake, he might as well stay up.

Jimmy pulled the blinds and let the early sun shine in through his open windows. The air smelled fresh and clean. A warm breeze blew over his damp skin and made him shiver. He took a deep breath and stretched, inhaling until the muscles in his chest and shoulders popped.

His eyes traveled from his second story window, over the backyard and the weedy, overgrown lawn (I gotta mow that today or mom’ll kill me…) and across the back fence to Mrs. Wilson’s house, then up to the deck and her bedroom windows.

And there she was - Mrs. Wilson - framed in the open windows. She was dancing around, swaying her hips and tossing her long, curly blonde hair around.

"Hey. Hey!" Jimmie gasped and ducked, literally falling to the floor. He carefully peeked out over the windowsill, his eyes wide and staring. "Omigod!"

Suddenly his pecker was standing back up at full attention.

"Wow," he whispered. "Oh, wow."

Mrs. Wilson was tall - taller than Jimmy’s dad, even - and she was older than either of his parents. She’d bought the house behind theirs and moved in a couple of months before, and Jimmy immediately got a serious case of the boners over her.

"Man, oh, man… She’s so…so naked!"

She reminded him of the models in his mom’s women’s magazines: just on the verge of middle age, but still pretty, with lots of soft curves in all the right places. In fact, Jimmy’s mom told him Mrs. Wilson actually published her favorite magazine, something called Living Single.

His mom started reading it after The Divorce. There was always some forty or fifty-ish woman on the cover, usually dancing alone in a field of flowers or strolling on the beach at sunset with their bare feet splashing in the waves; something silly like that.

Jimmy didn’t care. When his mom wasn’t around, he’d flip through and read the articles, look at the ads and pictures of ladies in lingerie and stuff. And there was always an article or two about sex, usually explaining how a woman could...well, better please herself.

He thought they were really informative. Jimmy wondered if his mom did all the stuff the articles suggested. A few days ago he and Andy searched his mom’s room. They found a dildo hidden in her nightstand along with some sexy underwear that got Andy really excited.

He asked Jimmy if he could keep the underwear. Jimmy said sure, even though knowing what Andy was probably gonna do with them freaked him out. Andy wanted to keep the dildo too, but Jimmy put his foot down. He told Andy she’d probably miss it. And what would he say if she figured out they’d been snooping? They’d be busted for sure.

"Yeah, okay." Andy thought about it while he was busy sniffing a pair of lacy white panties. He nodded wisely. "You’re probably right."

Lying in bed later that night, Jimmy started thinking about Mrs. Wilson, and what sort of stuff she might have hidden in her dresser drawers.

That got him all kinds of horny. He had his first wet dream right after he fell asleep. Jimmy thought about her every night for the past week. He couldn’t stop jacking off either, but it wasn’t helping, apparently. Last night’s nocturnal emission and his current boner being proof.

Right now, Mrs. Wilson was standing at the foot of her bed, folding clothes and dancing along to some song on the radio. Jimmy had a great view; he couldn’t take his eyes off of her boobs. They were nice and full with big pink nipples, and they kept jiggling and bouncing around as she shook out her clothes.

Suddenly his hormones were pumping, and it seemed like all the blood in his body zipped down to his Johnson. He felt woozy, lightheaded. His cock throbbed and bumped up against his belly, ready - no, screaming for action.

Mrs. Wilson snapped a pair of khaki pants and folded them neatly. She leaned across her bed, reaching for a blouse. She gave up and stepped around the side. Jimmy muttered to himself under his breath.

"C’mon. Let’s see it," he said, licking dry lips. "C’mon, a little more this way, just a little more…YES! There it is! We have bush!"

He pumped his hand in the air.

"Wow! If Andy could see this…"

Andy was the only person he’d told about his wet dreams. Jimmy knew he’d understand, wouldn’t goof on him once he found out. Andy thought Mrs. Wilson was hot too, and was a little jealous of Jimmy for living close enough to be able to spy through her bedroom window.

Jimmy something on Andy, too. After he spilled his guts about Mrs. Wilson, Andy let him in on his little secret: he told Jimmy how much he wanted to fuck his - Jimmy’s - mom.

Andy was always horny. He jerked off constantly, whacking his pud whenever he got the chance, and it didn’t matter where. During school he usually walked around with a big old boner sticking out of his pants. Andy stole his older brother’s porno magazines in his constant search for new jack off material, and he was always snooping around his sisters’ rooms, trying to get a peek of them and their friends in the buff. He’d even drilled a hole through the back of his closet into his mom’s room so he could snap nasty pictures of her while she got dressed, or showered, or whatever.

After he first met Jimmy’s mom, Andy got so horny he offered to give him some pictures of his mom in her nightgown in trade for some of Jimmy’s mother in hers.

Jimmy just laughed and said no thanks.

He’d never really thought about it before (it was his mom, after all. Why would he think about stuff like that?), but Jimmy supposed his mom was sort of cute - for a mom anyway. She used to be a cheerleader in high school, and still had a tiny, tight, tan little body. But Andy’s mom was short and fat and, well, kinda goofy looking. Andy looked pretty much just like her, just shorter and fatter.

So Jimmy didn’t really want the pictures, but he took the camera anyway, just in case. And when he gave Andy some of his mom’s panties, well, Andy got so excited, Jimmy thought he’d cum in his pants.

Anything for a pal.

Andy liked to come over after school and eat dinner with Jimmy and his mom. He’d stare at his mom’s ass and her boobs while they ate, and then offer to help her wash the dishes. Jimmy’s mom liked Andy a lot; she said because he was always so sweet and helpful.

Yeah, Jimmy often thought while they laughed and goofed around in the kitchen. If you knew why he was always so helpful you’d shit a brick.

After dinner he’d usually hang out and they’d all watch TV or a movie together, and lately when it got dark they’d both go up to Jimmy’s room and "do homework". Truthfully, they’d sit at Jimmy’s desk and train his telescope and binoculars on Mrs. Wilson’s windows, hoping and praying that they might catch a little glimpse of her.

But they never did.

Until now.

"Andy’ll never believe this."

Jimmy shook his head sadly.

"Hey - where’s his camera…"

He looked around and couldn’t find the camera, but noticed his new cell phone lying on his desk, charging. His dad had given it to him for his birthday, just a couple days ago. He smacked himself on the head.

"Wow. Even better."

Across the fence, Mrs. Wilson was slipping a bra strap over her arm. Jimmy groaned happily, his hard-on twitching. He unplugged his phone and snapped open the flip-top, pressed the button for the video function, pointed the camera at the glass doors and focused. He pressed the record button, and then zoomed in as close on her as he could.

A couple minutes later, Mrs. Wilson was dressed in a plain white tank-top, faded khaki walking shorts and sandals. She grabbed a small clutch purse and left her bedroom. Jimmy watched her blue Mercedes pull out of the garage and drive down the street until it disappeared around a corner. Then he booted up his computer.

It took a few moments to upload the video to his laptop. Jimmy saved the file in the cheap movie editing software his mom bought for his last birthday. He goofed around a bit until he got the picture quality the best he could.

Then he emailed Andy and sent him a little surprise.

For the rest of the morning, Jimmy sat at his desk, playing with himself and watching the video loop he’d created of Mrs. Wilson. That is, until his mom started banging on his locked door, yelling for him to wake up and mow the lawn.

***

Jimmy was almost finished with the yard work when the Mrs. Wilson came home. She parked in her driveway and walked through her yard with an armful of groceries. She smiled and waved to him, and Jimmy waved a grubby hand back.

He swallowed hard and felt himself getting another boner. He watched her ass swish as she crossed to her patio and set the bag down on a picnic table. She came back and leaned against the fence, rested her chin on her folded hands and waited patiently, watching him work.

Jimmy shot quick glances at her, wondering what was up, why she was watching him. He was suddenly feeling very self-conscious of his messy morning hair and dirty, sweaty clothes.

He wanted to run inside and take a hot shower. Or maybe a cold shower.

Instead, he stopped the mower at the edge of the lawn and cut the power. Mrs. Wilson smiled and stood up straight.

"Hey, Jimmy. Nice job."

Jimmy blushed. "Thanks."

"If you’re not too busy, how about doing mine?"

"Uh, well...really?"

"Sure. How does twenty bucks sound? I’ll even throw in a pitcher of lemonade if you edge it for me."

"Okay. Sure thing, Mrs. Wilson. I’m almost done here."

"Great. Come on inside when you’re finished and we’ll have a drink."

Shit, Jimmy thought, grinning like a fool. I would’a done it for free.

"Oh, Jimmy?"

Mrs. Wilson glanced back before she took her groceries into the house. He quickly shifted his gaze off her butt and back up to her baby brown eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Why don’t you call me Grace."

***

"Seriously?"

Andy was sitting on Jimmy’s bed, leaning over so far he was slipping off. He’d come over for dinner, and afterwards - as usual - they ran up to Jimmy’s bedroom and locked the door, leaving Jimmy’s mom to do the dishes.

They spent the next half hour watching the video over and over with the window open and the camera’s at the ready, hoping for another peek.

"You’re not shittin’ me? She told you to call her by her first name?"

Jimmie finishing his story, relating the first part of his morning to an astonished Andy, and was winding up for the big finish.

"Yep. And guess what?"

Andy scootched forward even further. The opposite side of the bed slowly rose a few inches off the floor, and hovered there.

"What?"

"She’s not really married anymore."

"Serious?"

Jimmy nodded. "She lives there all alone. She’s divorced. She told me."

"Wow."

Andy sat back to digest this new morsel of information. The bed fell back to the floor with a thunk.

"A single, super-hot older woman asked you over for a drink. Wow. She wants you, man. Seriously. Did ya fuck her?"

"No. Jeez, Andy. We just talked for a few minutes."

"Oh." He was obviously disappointed, but perked up a little and said: "You shoulda spilled some of the lemonade on her, man. I bet you could’a got her shirt off, at least."

Jimmy grinned and shook his head.

"You’re crazy, man. But listen, here’s the deal." Andy leaned forward again. "Mrs. Wil...er, Grace, she wants me to take care of her lawn for the summer."

"Aww...So?" Andy looked confused. "That just means you’re gonna have to work all summer."

"Yeah," Jimmy agreed. "That kinda sucks. But she’s gonna pay me to do it, along with free lunches, which is cool. And check it out..."

Jimmy reached into the pocket of his jeans, dug around and pulled out a small, shiny object. He held up his hand for Andy to see.

"She gave me a key to her house."

***

A week later school let out, and the temperature really began to heat up.

Andy was spending even more time at Jimmy’s house, either spending the night or getting there first thing in the morning to eat breakfast with Jimmy and his mom before she went off to work.

He usually tried to get there before Jimmy woke up.

He’d knock at the back door and wait until Jimmy’s mom would let him in. Then they’d go into the kitchen and he’d scrunch himself into the little breakfast nook and wait for Jimmy to get up, happily watching Jimmy’s mom as she bustled around the kitchen in her sexy, fitted business suits, sipping her coffee and watching the morning news on the little color television on the counter.

Eventually Jimmy would stumble down from his room and join Andy at the table. His mom would kiss the top of his head and ruffle Andy’s hair before she left for the day. They’d usually spend the rest of the day lounging out by the pool, talking trash, or inside watching movies and playing video games.

But not today.

"Hey," Jimmy grunted, slurping down a bowl of cold cereal. "I gotta cut Mrs. Wilson’s grass today."

"Cool!"

"You gonna help?"

"Aww, man, I dunno. My allergies are killin’ me…"

Jimmy dangled the key and grinned. "You sure? The quicker we finish, the sooner we can check out her house. Maybe steal some panties? Huh? C’mon. You know you want to."

"Shit." Andy shrugged. "Okay."

***

They finished just before noon. Andy edged the yard while Jimmy mowed the grass. Jimmy was dumping out the bag when Andy started shouting.

"Jimmy! Hey!"

He was at the patio doors, waving a slip of paper.

"She made you lunch!"

Jimmy hooked the bag back on the mower and ambled over, wiping sweat out of his eyes.

"Really? Lemme see."

Andy handed him the note.

"She said she made sandwiches and lemonade and they’re in the ‘fridge and to help yourself."

Jimmy was beaming. "Hungry?"

"Heck yeah!"

They let themselves in with the key and found a plate piled with ham sandwiches, a container of homemade potato salad and a huge pitcher of fresh lemonade tucked away in the refrigerator. She’d made more than enough for two. Andy nudged by Jimmy and dug into a sandwich with gusto. They made themselves at home and decimated the food. Afterwards, Andy patted his swollen gut and belched

"What a woman."

"Yeah."

"She can cook for me any day."

"Yup," Jimmy agreed.

"Why do you think she made so much?"

Jimmy shrugged around a mouthful of sandwich. "Dunno."

"Hey, y’wanna have a look around?"

Jimmy knew exactly what Andy meant. "Sure."

They grinned at each other. A minute later they were standing in the doorway to Mrs. Wilson’s bedroom, staring at her dresser.

Jimmy cleared his throat. "We’ve gotta be careful."

"Yeah," Andy nodded.

"Put everything back where we found it."

"Okay."

Andy stepped forward into the room and yanked open a drawer. Jimmy stood with his eyes closed and breathed in the smell of Mrs. Wilson’s home.

"Your mom looked really nice this morning."

"Um. Really?"

"Yeah. Ooo, look!" Andy held up a sheer pink nightgown. "Hey, you ever think about your mom dressed up like this?"

"What?" Jimmy stared. "No way."

"No really. Don’t you think she’d look really sexy?"

"Dude, please."

"What?"

"You’re talking about my mom."

"Yeah, I know. So?"

"So she’s my mom!"

Andy shrugged, unconcerned. "I’d do her, if she was my mom."

"Yeah, I bet you would, ya sicko."

"Sex is sex man. That’s what my brother always says." Andy pawed through the drawers, held up a black teddy. "What about this?" He examined the black lace, running his hands over the material. "Look, there’s no crotch! Easy access!" He stuck his fingers through a hole in the crotch and wiggled them around.

"Jee-sus, man. Will you cut it out?"

"What?" Andy looked bewildered. "Hey, look, it’s not just me. All the guys at school think your mom’s sexy. They talk about her all the time."

Jimmy was getting pissed. "No they don’t."

"Seriously, it’s true. Marcus, especially. Last Friday when she picked you up, he was talkin’ about how he wanted to bend her over and…"

"I said cut it out!"

Andy blinked at his friend.

"Man! You don’t know when to lay off."

Andy giggled and held up the teddy. He made a cooing sound, danced around the bed and mouthed the word, "sexy."

"Oh, fuck you."

Andy busted up and fell on the bed laughing. He covered his face with the teddy and gave it a loud rrrummsky. Jimmy had to laugh in spite of himself.

"You know she’s cute, man." Andy grinned through the soft material. "Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about doin’ it to her. Why else would you go through her stuff with me?"

"Will you shut up already?"

"You ever take any of her panties or anything and jack off with ‘em?"

"Shit." Jimmy closed his eyes tight. For some reason the image of his mom in the little teddy popped into his head, and his Johnson shifted in his underpants. "Yeah. But only once."

"Riiight. Once." Andy laughed, then sighed and stretched out, wriggling on the bed.

"I’d do her. I dream about it sometimes, that your mom’d be my first time. Just like with you and Mrs. Wilson."

"Fuck off, man. You’re gonna have to fix those covers."

"Oh, shit." He stood up and fluffed the pillows, then smoothed out the wrinkles he’d made in the bedspread. "But really, I would. You’ve seen how your mom looks at me in the mornings. You know what?"

"What?"

"I bet ya that sometime this summer, she’ll come on to me while you’re still upstairs sleeping."

"You’ve been reading too many porno magazines. Shit like that doesn’t really happen."

"It doesn’t?"

"No way."

"Well, crap."

Andy almost managed to look hurt.

"Aw, Man. I’m just messin’ with you anyway."

"Sure."

Andy stuffed the teddy back in the drawer and flipped through more clothes; bra’s and panties, some plain cotton nightgowns. "Hey, where do you think Mrs. Wilson keeps her dildo? I can’t find it in here."

"I dunno." Jimmy thought about it for a second. "You think she really has one?"

"Sure." Andy nodded wisely. "My brother says that every chick has at least one. Your mom did, didn’t she?" Jimmy nodded. "I told you she would. There’s gotta be one around here somewhere."

"What about in the nightstand, like my mom?" Jimmy pulled open a drawer and rooted through a collection of books and knickknacks. "I bet if she has one, she’d want to keep it close so she wouldn’t have’ta get out of bed…"

Andy thought about it. "Yeah. Hey, yeah! That’s a good idea."

Jimmy found it in the bottom drawer.

"Holy shit."

Andy was peering over the other side of the bed, trying to see. "What? You get it? What is it?"

Jimmy lifted it out, his eyes wide.

"Holy shit." Andy echoed.

The dildo was massive, easily as long as either of the boys’ forearms, and just as thick, with a pair of heavy, molded plastic balls the size of a small apple at the base.

"Wow."

Andy looked up at Jimmy and the buddies grinned.

"Told ya she’d have one."

***

They were back at Jimmy’s house later that evening. Jimmy was at his desk, playing with his phone and staring at the dark windows of Mrs. Wilson’s house, waiting for her to come home from work. Andy was lying on his bed, sorting through the little pile of panties he’d stolen, smelling the crotches of each pair.

"Wouldn’t it be cool if we could get her here with your mom sometime, and…and…like, get ‘em both drunk, or something, and then hump ‘em?"

"Uh," Jimmy grunted.

"We could take turns," Andy rolled onto his stomach. "Or we could double team ‘em."

Jimmy rolled his eyes. "Man, that’ll never happen."

"Why not?"

"Look, I know what you’re thinking, but people write about that shit for those magazines so guys like you can jerk off. They’re stories, you know? They don’t really happen. Some teenager doesn’t just get lucky with the sexy neighbor after he mows her yard."

Andy rolled back over. "Well, I think it could. Even if the letters are fake."

"Whatever."

"No, really. I…"

Suddenly, Andy got really quiet. Jimmy looked over at his friend, wondering if he’d finally pissed him off.

Andy was staring at a itty-bitty g-string, smiling like a maniac. Suddenly, he rolled over. He had a crazy gleam in his eyes.

"What if it did happen. Would you fuck her?"

"Who? Mrs. Wilson? Or my mom?"

He was kidding, but Andy nodded.

"Either of ‘em. Both of them. What if?"

Jimmy thought about it. He looked long and hard at the panties spread out on his bed, the video of the naked Mrs. Wilson playing as a screensaver on his computer.

"Yeah, I guess so. But…"

Andy jumped off the bed and gathered most of the panties in his arms.

"Cool. I’ve got an idea."

"What are you talking about?"

"Just chill out. I’ve got an idea." He unlocked Jimmy’s door. "I’ll see you tomorrow.

"Okay," Jimmy said.

But Andy was already gone.

 

Later that night he and his mom went out to dinner, at a nice Italian place they both liked. For some reason he couldn’t explain, Jimmy was uncomfortably aware of the way guys were looking at her. She seemed to be oblivious to the attention, but all during dinner, the waiter and the busboys took turns scoping her out. Even some of the other customers followed her with their eyes when they thought their wives or girlfriends weren’t looking.

He ate his lasagna in silence while his mom jabbered about her day. He studied her closely, noting how she sat, and ate and drank. How her hair looked, the way she tossed her long bangs out of her light blue eyes while she talked to their waiter.

Same thing when they stopped at their local video store. The geeky zit-faced clerks didn’t even bother to try to hide the stares as his mom sashayed up and down the aisles in her little skirt.

It made him angry, and he was surprised to admit, he felt a little jealous.

They put the movie on when the got home, something he’d picked out about a creepy mutant space alien that was kidnapping and breeding with earth women. His mom had had a couple glasses of wine during dinner, and barely a few minutes into the movie and she promptly fell asleep on the couch, with her legs tucked under a cushion and her head pillowed in Jimmy’s lap.

Jimmy didn’t think anything of it until the monster snatched its first victim, a busty teenage girl who’d been out necking with her boyfriend in a park. The monster killed the boyfriend, strangling him with a slimy black, octopus-like tentacle. Then it knocked her out and drug her back to its cave, where it tore off all of her clothes and raped her.

While he watched the movie, his Johnson got frisky and poked right up out of the band of his underpants and out of his cut-offs. He shifted a bit, trying to move to a more comfortable position. His mom murmured something in her sleep and rolled over.

One of her hands slipped under his legs, and Jimmy froze. Her face was so close to his cock, he could feel her warm breath on the tip sticking out of his shorts. He didn’t want to move because he was sure she’d wake up and be staring right at his throbbing boner.

"Oh, Jeez…" he mumbled.

He tried to get his boner to go down, to shrink right back into its usual shriveled little self, but no luck. His mom snuggled against him, and rubbed her cheek right into his crotch. Her breathing was becoming heavier and her legs moved slowly, slipping and sliding up and down. Jimmy listened to the alluring sound of her nylons whispering together.

"Ohh." She was making little, soft sounds in her sleep. "Mmm …"

Jimmy couldn’t help himself.

He looked away from the TV, where the monster was now running amok in a almost-deserted hospital, stalking a pretty blonde nurse wearing one of those sexy white nurse outfits. The thing had her cornered in an operating room. She was stabbing at the alien with a scalpel, but the monster just lashed out with one of its tentacles and tore it out of her hand. The next thing the nurse knew, she was bent over a gurney with her legs spread and her dress ripped open, a black tentacle wrapped tightly around her neck and even more pulling away her clothes, squeezing her boob and running all over her body.

"Yessss…ohh…"

His mom was moaning now, with one of her hands buried between her thighs. The top of her silk blouse had become unbuttoned, and Jimmy could see the little pink flower in the middle of her bra, where the cups came together between her breasts.

Her hips bucked and her legs scissored together, her hand moving slowly back and forth. She was moaning softly in her sleep, and her face pushed hard into his lap. Her short blonde hair had come free from the bun she’d had it pinned it up in, and was now streaming over his shorts, tickling his thighs. He could smell her perfume, the flowery stuff she liked to wear to work, and he inhaled deeply, drinking in her scent.

And then there was something else, something that smelled warm and wet; musky and…and…

And then she came.

She cried out softly and her fingernails gouged into his ass. After a moment her body relaxed, and her breathing slowed back to normal.

Jimmy sat, and stared at the television until the credits rolled and his boner took a breather, then he gently shook his mom’s shoulder.

"Mom?" He whispered. "Mom, the…movie’s over. You should go to bed."

"Mmn," she grumbled, and pushed herself straight. She was groggy, her eyelids heavy with sleep. She ran a hand through her hair, the same hand that had been pinned under Jimmy’s butt until a moment before, and smacked her lips. "Okay. How was the movie? I think I missed it."

"S’okay. You didn’t miss much."

"Good," she murmured, and kissed him wetly on his forehead. "Well, ‘night, Sweetie. I’ll see you in the morning."

"Okay."

Jimmy watched his mom pick up her high heels and shuffle down the hall to her bedroom. She flicked on the light, and then he heard water running, the sound of his mom brushing her teeth. The door to her room shut and the light went out. He waited as long as he could, until he could hear her snoring softly, before he skipped back through the DVD to the best parts of the movie.

Then he jacked off. While he watched the nurse getting strangled and raped by the freaky alien, he really tried to focus on the actress’s face. He really tried.

It almost worked.

But when the hot cum finally spurted out over his fingers, soaking the couch, he was remembering how his mom’s lips had felt when they brushed his throbbing cock as she came.

Right there, with him on the couch, just moments before.

***

He woke up on the couch with the sun pouring through the living room window and the smell of bacon and eggs in the air. His mom was singing in the kitchen. He didn’t move right away, he just laid there and listened. He always thought she had a nice voice. She’d told him once that she’d wanted to be a singer back in high school. Before she met his dad and got pregnant.

Then he remembered the entire evening, and sat bolt upright as the doorbell started ringing. He heard his mom open the door.

"Morning, Mrs. Cole."

"Well, good morning Andy. Come on in. Would you like some eggs?"

"You bet. Mm. Smells great. Hey, is Jimmy up yet?"

"No, he’s still asleep..."

"I’m awake!" Jimmy shouted, and dragged his sleepy ass into the kitchen.

"Morning Sweetie! You want some breakfast?"

His mom cheerfully kissed him on the cheek, and Jimmy felt a suddenly familiar stirring in his shorts. She was wearing a navy blue blazer and a sheer, white button up blouse over a frilly lace camisole, and a tight, dark blue skirt, slit up the side of her leg. A small string of pearls around her slim neck matched a pair of pearl earrings. She was looking beautiful, and refreshed and as spunky as if she was still eighteen years old.

Jimmy felt sick to his stomach. "No, thanks."

He pushed her away and dropped into the breakfast nook. "Okay, your loss is Andy’s gain."

She plopped a huge plate of food in front of Andy.

"Thanks, Mrs. Cole."

"Sure. Enjoy." She glanced at her watch and grabbed her purse. "Ooh. I’m running really late today. I’ll see you guys later."

The usual goodbye kiss sent Jimmy’s cock into spasms. He grimmaced and whacked his head on the table. His mom and Andy both stared at him, concerned.

"You okay, baby?"

"I’m okay. Just a headache."

She placed her cool palm on his forehead.

"Oh, Sweetie, you feel a little warm. Maybe I should stay home and..."

"No!"

Both Jimmy and his mom jumped and stared at Andy, who grinned back at them sheepishly.

"I...I mean...It’s okay. I’ll be here. You go on to work, Mrs. Cole, and I’ll watch out for him today."

Jimmy’s mom looked unconvinced.

"Are you sure?" She turned to Jimmy. "I’ve got some extra vacation I can use..."

"No. No, s’okay mom. I’m fine," Jimmy mumbled, waving her away. "Just sleepy. I’ll see you tonight."

"All right..."

Jimmy poured himself a cup of black coffee as his mom’s car pulled out of the garage. Andy was practically jumping out of his seat. Jimmy gulped a mouthful of coffee and sat down. "Ahhh. That’s a good batch."

"Hey, when did you start drinking coffee? My mom won’t even let me try it. Says I’m too young. It’ll stunt my growth."

"She’s right. Makes your dick soft, too."

"Oh, shit. That’d suck. Hey, what’s up with you this morning?" Andy wondered. "What’d you do last night that got you so grouchy? And why was your mom in such a good mood?"

Jimmy almost told him about his experience on the couch. Almost.

"I just stayed up too late. Watched a movie you’d probably like. Lotsa sex."

"Oh, cool. Maybe we can check it out later."

Even through his stupor, Jimmy could tell Andy was way more hyper than usual.

"What’s up with you? I thought you were gonna come back over last night."

"Yeah, I was. But I got busy checking something out."

"Oh, yeah? What’s that?"

Andy reached into the beat-up backpack that he’d dropped on the floor by his feet and pulled a dog-eared porno magazine. He slapped it down on the table next to Jimmy’s cup.

"Still wanna try to get Mrs. Wilson over here?"

Jimmy was mildly surprised to realize he hadn’t thought about Mrs. Wilson since…well, since last night.

"You mean, to dork her?"

Andy was grinning from ear to ear. "Yeah."

"Man, c’mon, enough’s enough. You and I both know that’s never gonna happen. And you’re never gonna hump on my mom, ‘cause we’re just kids, and...’cause she’s my mom. Jeez."

"Don’t be such a downer, man. We’re not kids anymore; just a couple more months and we’re gonna be freshman in high school. You’ve just gotta start thinking like we’re already there. Older ladies love us young studs, ‘cause we can go all night long. All the letters in here say so. Anyway, I think I figured out a way we can do it. Here, look."

Jimmy looked.

"Andy, you gotta stop thinking that those letters are from real chicks, man. Seriously. They’re all made up bullshit…"

Andy was jabbing at an ad with his fork, a big, full color advertisement smack in the middle of a page filled with grainy black and white pictures of naked people groping each other and striking super-sexy poses for the camera. His voice slowly trailed off. All of a sudden, he was remembering his mom with her head in his lap, moaning quietly, her body quivering with pleasure.

"Is this for real?

Andy nodded. "I’m pretty sure. Go get your laptop while I finish eating. I’ll show ya. Last night, I got this all worked out. I think."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

Jimmy bolted upstairs, grabbed his notebook and thundered back down to the kitchen. He plugged the computer in and booted it up while Andy scarfed down the last of his food. He pushed his dishes away and started typing, still chewing. Jimmy sat back down as Andy logged onto the internet and brought up the website in the ad.

"There it is." Andy grinned as the home page loaded, displaying a single link written in elaborate gold script and set against a royal blue background.

Welcome to Fantasy, Inc.

Andy turned the screen towards Jimmy. "Check it out."

Jimmy clicked the link and read through the site.

jim and sue are in the lounge drinking and dancing and sue is getting very horny.jim decides it's time to go to the room since they have to get on the road in the morning.as they enter the room becky is in one bed.they quietly get down to their undies and crawl into the other bed.sue begins rubbing jims cock and he tells her not with his sis in the other bed.sue says she's asleep and we'll be quiet.jim moves over on top of sue and she slides her panties off and he pulls down his shorts and slowly enters her.they are slowly going at it when jim looks over and notices something move in the bed next to them.sue says becky are you awake?becky replies"kinda".sue reaches up and turns on the light on the nightstand.becky is looking right at them with jim on top of sue.becky pushes the covers off and is laying there completely nude,"i thought ya'll wouldnt ever get back" becky says.sue tells her wantto come over here.becky stand up and stands beside the other bed "can i help" becky says.sue says sure and becky leans down and begins nibbling at sue's tit.jim begins moving in and out of sue again.

sue is on her back and jim is on her and becky has her mouth on sue's tit.then becky reaches down and places her hand on sue's mound,she spreads her fingers so her hand is clasp to sue and jim's cock is sliding between her fingers as he enters his wife.sue asks becky to climb on her and becky straddles sue and sue starts eating her pussy.jim is now leaned back some still entering his wife and looking down his sisters back until he gets to her ass which is covering his wifes face.

jim tells sue he is about to cum and then squirts inside her and she is still eating becky.jim moves over to the other bed to watch.becky moves off sue and lays on her back and sue lays beside her and they are kinda in a side 69 and sue is fingering becky and becky is fingering sue.then sue begins to buck alittle and she and becky cum together at the same time.sue asks becky "if that was good for her and she said yes.becky asks jim 'what did you think" and jim replies"this is going to be a good trip".

She walked over to me, not saying anything about me seeing her masterbate, and told me. She then asked me if I wanted to ride with her to the video store, I said sure. We ended up renting Bound and Wild Things. When we got home later that day, she said to go ahead and put the movies in, while she changed. 5 minutes later the movie was starting and she came out in her robe with a purple nightie under it. I had decided to put some popcorn in for the movie. Through the whole movie we kept looking at each other. Then my attention turned to her tits. One of her tits fell out of her nightie and her nipple was exposed. She did nothing but ignore it although she knew it was out for me to see.

After the first movie ended she got up to get something to drink and I follewed. All of a sudden she bent over in the middle of the doorway to the kitchen and my cock rammed against her ass and pussy. She looked back at me and smiled. When we went back to watch the other movie she had put her hand on my upper leg. Occasionally she would touch it slightly, she knew I was hard as a rock. During one of the sex scenes she sliped her hand under her panties and began touching her self, while I was watching. I think she had enough of me just watching so she decided to open my zipper up and pull out my hard cock. She then took all 8 inches into her mouth and sucked on it. She then looked at me and said that size must not run in the family. She removed her robe and nightie so that she was fully exposed to me. She then mounted me and began the best fuck I had ever had.

Her pussy was so wet it was splashing when I entered. She noticed that I was about to cum and she dismounted and got on all fours. I then got behind her and shoved my cock in her wet cunt. Right away she had climaxed then I really started to work at her. I fucked her really hard and fast and then she pulled my cock out and positioned it in front of her mouth and started sucking I came right there in her mouth as she swallowed every drop. We both then looked at each other and couldn't believe it. After about 5 minutes we reassumed the position and started a 69. That whole weekend we fucked. She is still to this day the best fuck I have ever had. Her pussy is even a joy to eat. It tastes amazing. To this day when we see each other we always find a place to go and fuck.

‘Wow Stephen it’s been at least 5 years since I saw you, come on in.’

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She was wearing a cream coloured, short-sleeved blouse with buttons up the front and with a deep enough neck opening that I could see at least 2 inches of cleavage between her generous orbs. (40dd I guessed). The blouse was just translucent enough for me to see the half-cup lacy white bra beneath. Lower down her glorious womanly curves she was wearing a black mid-length wide flowing skirt. Her lovely long perfectly formed legs were adorned with black stockings (at least I hoped they weren’t tights) and she was otherwise bare-foot, so she stood at a perfect height for my short frame.

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‘Come through to the kitchen, I was just making a cup of tea’ she said.

‘Haven’t you something stronger ? It has been a while since I saw you, maybe we should catch up with a couple of missed xmas toasts ?’, I said.

‘Ok how about white wine? I have a nicely chilled bottle or two in the fridge.’

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With that she turned from me, opened the fridge and bent over to reach in for the bottle. This caused her skirt to sensuosly outline the shape of her gorgeous womanly bottom. I couldn’t help but stare and felt a slight twitch in my pants just as she stood up again and gave the bottle to me to open. I don’t know if she sensed anything but I couldn’t help feeling a little flushed and embarassed as she looked at me with her lovely blue eyes and flicked her long dark hair away from her face.

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 I opened the bottle and filled the two glasses she got from the cupboard and we moved into the lounge, where I sat on the couch and she sat on the armchair. We spent a while catching up with the last few years until after we had finished the bottle between us.

‘Another bottle ?’ she asked to which I replied ‘Yes great, but it’s giving me a definite warm feeling inside’ To which she laughed and went for the second bottle. This time she sat next to me on the couch to fill our glasses and stayed next to me.

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There were a few moments of akward silence until I said:

‘We have missed a little more than the christmas toasts don’t you think ?’

‘I agree’she said, ‘I haven’t had a christmas kiss from my favourite nephew for years have I ?’

With that I leaned across and pecked her on the lips, expecting that to be that but she said ‘well that covers 1 year, what about the rest ?’

To which I placed my mouth back on hers but this time I kept it there with lips closed for now. She didn’t pull away, in fact I am sure she pressed a little firmer after a couple of seconds so I decided to be a bit braver and opened my mouth on hers.

She immediately responded by opening her mouth and turning her head slightly to get a more intimate connection.

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After a few seconds of passionate kiss I gently pressed my hand to the back of her head at which she suddenly broke off and said

‘We shouldn’t be doing this, it’s so wrong’

Just as I was starting to feel a little dissapointed that it wouldn’t go further she said:

‘Which is exactly why we are going to continue, it being wrong makes it so fucking right and sexy’

I had never heard my auntie speak like that before and by now my dick was straining in my pants, so I put my arms around her and kissed her full on the mouth again to which she responded hungrily.

 

We snogged for a good ten minutes before I summoned up the courage to venture further. Firstly I slid my right hand slowly from round her back to the front and ever so slowly and gently, carressed her right breast through the silky material of her blouse. This allowed me to feel the lacy texture of her bra below and the soft but still firm breast below that. This alone made my cock feel like it was going to burst.

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I had dayreamed, dreamed, fantasised for years about this and had wanked hundreds of times with eyes tight closed hoping one day I might do something wicked with my lovely Auntie Ruby and here finally it was really happening.

 

Still feeling her clothed right breast, I slid my other hand up her skirt and felt the smooth bare skin above her stocking tops for whar seemed a heavenly eternity. All the while still kissing like a couple of teenage lovers at the back of the cinema.

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By now she was running the fingers of both hands through my hair as we kissed and then I started to undo her blouse buttons. One by one, slowly, I revealed more and more cleavage and more and more lace until with the last button undone she pulled the blouse out of her skirt and off her arms and threw it into the middle of the room. She then reached behind her back as if to unclasp her bra but I stopped her asking her to leave that to me because I wanted to savour her partly lace-covered breasts for a while. They looked absolutely fantastic, every bit as good as I had dreamed and I stared at them for ages which caused Auntie Ruby to smile at me with a loving expression.

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As I started to feel both breasts through the bra, she reached down and started to stroke my dick through my jeans, the bulge was as big as I had ever had, I was so turned on. She then undid my belt, pulled the belt from my pants and threw it aside. She immediately turned her attention on the button and zip and the resultant freedom of movement made my dick spring out and up through the split in my underpants.

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For a few seconds she just looked at my eyes, with her hands on mine, encouraging me to rub and squeeze her gorgeous breasts, until eventually she reached down with her right hand and just brushed it against my dick with a featherlight touch. This made it jump dramatically which made Ruby giggle. This was extremely sexy to hear because here she was at 59 years old, me at 46 and she was giggling like a schoolgirl.

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I could now clearly see her nipples defined against the lace of the bra and ran my thumbs over them which caused them to protrude even further through the soft material. This made her impatient to get them out so she said:

‘For fucks sake Stephen, I need them sucked, get them out now !’

I didn’t need any further encouragement so I stripped myself naked in record time and immediately released her bra, pulled it from her shoulders and tossed it aside.

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 Now her big soft firm breasts were free and I started to suck her right nipple like a feeding baby. This caused her to make a noise like a contented cat from the back of her throat, while she reached down and started to wank me between thumb and forefinger with an extremely light touch. It almost seemed as if she was afraid to touch it, holding it like that but it felt way sexier than any previous womans fist like grip ever did.

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Big though her teats were, the right one almost doubled in size with my attention to it, so I moved over to the left one and sucked and licked until it matched it’s twin. All the while Ruby was slowly and gently pumping my cock up and down, taking great care to move the foreskin from completely covering my glans to stretching it right back and exposing the throbbing blood-filled end.

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I had never had such a sexy wank before and could feel the pressure start to build in my balls. She could sense this because she then said to me ‘ I want your spunk all over my tits !’ No sooner had she said this when I felt my climax imminent so I knelt up on the couch and placed my cock betweeen her tits where she pumped it a little bit more, still between thumb and finger and my cock erupted globs of cum all over both of her breasts. She then placed her hands on her tits and moved my them round and round until my spunk was rubbed in like a moisturiser.

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My cock showed no signs of shrinking back so I asked Auntie Ruby to stand so I could remove her skirt, the sight then revealed took my breath away. Under the skirt had only been a white lacy suspender belt with black stockings and NO KNICKERS. Not only that but her pussy was covered with thick luxurious black curls. I had never seen an untrimmed, unshaven pussy before, except in 70’s porn mags when I was 16, so the sight was absolutely fantastic. I knelt on the floor and she sat on the edge of the couch and I just stared at her snatch for a while while idly masturbating myself to full hardness again, during which time Auntie Ruby began to feel her right breast and nipple with one hand while slowly stroking her engorged clit with the other.

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I then leant in and pushed her finger away from her clit with my tongue and began to lick from clit, down the edges of it’s hood , through her big puffy outer lips to her perineum and back up again. I did this for ages and each time I reached her clit or her sensitive little spot between cunthole and anus, she gasped, all the while breathing harder and faster. She then started to arch her back and I could see her tummy muscles start to tighten and loosen in rythmn with my licking until finally she grabbed my hair with both hands and forced me to stay at her clit, at which I flickered my tongue side to side across her clit very fast. This caused her to emit a stream of obscenities like ‘Oh my fucking god stephen, lick my fuckin clit faster, I want to come on your beautiful face you cunt !’ I couldn’t believe this was my auntie speaking like this and did exactly as instructed which within a few seconds had her arching right back, forcing her clit hard against my mouth with the words:

 ‘aaagggghh, I’m coming you lovely fucker, I fucking love you, keep licking I’m coming again, ohhh, aaghh yes,yes,yes’

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 By now my tongue was a little sore so I was pleased when she then said:

 ‘fucking cunting bastard hell, I need your cock in me now, pleeeeeease FUCK ME !!’

I then reached up and grabbed her breasts, planted my mouth on hers and sank my dick into her steaming hot, soaking wet, velvety cunt, up to the hilt in one smooth movement.

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At first I just wanted to savour the moment of being deeply embedded in my lovely favourite Auntie for the first time, but she wasn’t having that, oh no.

‘Fucking fuck me you selfish bastard, NOW, do it fast and hard, TRY TO HURT ME WITH IT YOU CUNT OF A NEPHEW.’

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So I did. I pumped into her with every bit of strength I  possessed, in and out, so far in my balls were noisily slapping against her bum, and so far out I was feeling cool, fresh air on my bell-end each time I pulled back, but her cunt was so wet and expectantly, sluttily open, that I rammed it back in again without ever being in danger of missing. Each inward thrust making her gasp with pleasure.

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I was now starting to sweat and drops were falling on her face and tits, she put her hands round my back, dug her nails in and lifted her legs up high to allow me even deeper into her. I was breathing very hard, almost wheezing with the physical effort while all along Auntie Ruby was saying ‘Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, fucking shag me harder, you fucking bastard, I am nearly coming’,

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She then arched her back again, her tummy muscles first went tight, then started to spasm visibly, while I could feel her cunt muscles squeezing me in time with her spasms while she said

 ‘At last I am coming with a cock in me, yes oh yes o yes, fucking lovely, I haven’t come like this for fucking years’

 This comment was enough to send me over the edge and I stopped fucking just as I felt my orgasm, holding my cock as far up her as I could, while my cock exploded with my second come of the day. I could feel it spurt right up into her womb, this made Ruby convulse again in a 10 second or so spasm almost in time with my own spurts, which made her feel as tight as a virgin even though she was soaking wet with lubrication and spunk.

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I then collapsed onto her with my head nuzzled into her neck, my chest on her breasts and my cock still firmly up inside her. I was breathing hard trying to get oxygen back into my lungs, my sweat mingling with the dried out spunk on her tits, while she said to me:

‘Dear lovely favourite nephew Stephen, why didn’t you do that to me years ago ? It was really, really fucking lovely, If I’d known you could have done that to me I would have grabbed you years and years ago. Think how much time we’ve wasted not shagging each other !”

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‘Auntie Ruby, I’ve wanked a thousand times while wishing for a day like this. I just didn’t want to risk upsetting everyone if I tried it on with you when I thought you might reject me.’

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‘Stephen, I have wanted you since you were 16. Remember when you stayed with us for a while ?, well one day when you were in the spare room getting changed from school I was watching you through the crack in the door and I saw you wank in between changing.

‘ Your eyes were tightly closed and you were mumbling something which sounded like “fuck me Ruby”, but I couldn’t be 100% sure , so I just stayed at the door fingering my pussy while I watched you. I came twice before you spunked into your tissue’.

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‘Wow, fucking hell, I thought I sensed I was being watched by you, but didn’t want to open my eyes in case you panicked and ran off, or worse confirmed my fear that you weren’t actually there.’

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With that she pulled my head towards hers and kissed me lovingly for a wonderful long moment. We smelled of sweat and spunk badly so when Ruby suggested we share a bath, I followed her to the bathroom hand in hand like the shy little nephew I always was. All the way up the stairs I was remembering a time years ago when Auntie Ruby said she was on her way up for a bath and I should follow her later to scrub her back. Back then I thought it a joke, but now – wow, what did I miss out on ?

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            He had to get Kaci to her own bed at the very least.   Extricating himself from his daughter’s arms, he picked her naked form up and carried her to room.   He laid her gently on her princess bed, her golden red hair spilling effortlessly over the pink pillows.  David stood there a moment, taking her in as the first sunlight peeked through the window.   Her skin was so perfect and fine along the straight contours of her body.   Her nipples, like rosebuds waiting to bloom, slightly hard from the coolness of the morning air.   His eyes moved lower to the hint of baby fat in her pussy lips and small wisp of angel hair.    Kaci stirred, shifting to her side and drawing her legs up into a fetal position as her thumb found her mouth.   She suckled it.  Mesmerized, David ‘s cock stirred with her.  “God no,” he thought, “please have mercy.”

 

            His eyes moved down her body, taking in her perfect little bottom.   The way her knees were drawn up he could glimpse just a hint of her little pussy.  It was then he saw the blood, evidence of his cock’s foray into her virgin chasm.  Panicked he went to the bath and wet a washcloth.   Sitting on the bed next to his sleeping child, David lightly began to wash her, his fingers gently separating her delicate nether lips as he cleaned away the remnants of her childhood and with it, traces of the seed that made her.   

 

            “Daddy?”  Kaci breathed sleepily as she felt her father’s hand on her hips and his ministrations to her pussy.   She turned to look at her daddy and smiled, “Are we going to slide again?’

 

            Her words teased David’s resolve and he shuddered lightly.   “No angel.  Sit up here and look at me, princess,”  he said gently, his voice wavering as her eyes found his.   “You know I love you more than anything in the world, baby.   But we can’t ever do that again, kitty and it’s gotta be our secret.”

 

            Kaci looked deep into her father’s eyes curiously.   “You mean ‘cuz Mommy won’t like it?”  she pouted, her lower lip looking eminently kissable.  David nodded, not having the heart to admit what they shared was wrong or what devastating consequences it might have should it be known beyond the two of them.

 

            Kaci was angry.  When she drifted off to sleep in her father’s arms, she’d never felt closer to him. He had been inside her and somehow that meant he was hers and no one else’s.   Now it seemed he was so far away.   She wanted him back.  Looking at him, her eyes pleading, Kaci wrapped her fingers around her father’s semi hard cock, stroking it gently.   David moaned involuntarily.  He had to stop this.

 

            “Kaci, angel, no,” he said as his hand pulled hers away from his now rock hard and rebellious cock as he willed his mind over the incestuous lust that had temporarily taken him last night.

 

            Kaci, however, was not to be so easily dissuaded.  Her young sex had been awakened and she wanted her Daddy.   Her eyes were determined as she  rose up on her knees to kiss him.  Her lips softly touched his and she began to shower him with the littlest, pleading baby kisses.   “Please Daddy,” she said in the softest voice.

 

            As her arms went around his neck, David felt himself being carried away.  He instinctively pulled her to him.   Kaci’s small hard nipples pressed into his warm chest as his hands caressed the small of her back and rounded buttocks.  His fingers found their way to touch her tiny little pucker and then lower to feel the wetness growing between her legs.  Kaci’s scent grew stronger as her body heat rose.  The sweet smell was intoxicating.   David knew he had to taste her.   He’d die if he didn’t.

 

            “Lie back angel”  he instructed gently as he positioned himself between her small legs.   Kaci looked down at her daddy as his face neared her pussy.  David’s fingers opened her as his tongue found her clit.   God her taste was so sweet and delicate.  His tongue circled her and flicked at her button.  He was amazed at how responsive Kaci had become.   Her small hips were soon rising to meet his probing tongue as he dipped it inside her and then back to her little clit.

 

            Kaci moaned as her hands found their way through her father’s hair.  His tongue felt even better than sliding.  Instinctively she began to push her cunny into his face, wanting more as she felt the little rushes of pleasure run through her body.  Her lithe young body squirming under the ministrations of her daddy’s tongue the closer her orgasm neared.

 

            David held Kaci’s hips tightly as he drove her over the edge, vaguely aware of her calling out as he lapped up the juices that were spilling from her.  God she tasted like heaven!  He was intoxicated.  Even as he felt her body shudder and relax, he knew he’d need more.

 

            “Daddy,”  Kaci breathed as her father nestled his body beside her, holding her close, “I love you.”   Her words seemed to have the opposite effect that she intended on her father as David’s guilt began to crest again.  Looking in his eyes, she knew he was changing again.  But nothing is more resolute than a possessive child.    Remembering his instructions from the night before, Kaci set her mind on her daddy’s penis.   If he could lick her, she could lick him!

 

            David released her from his arms when Kaci pulled away thinking she was going to go to the bathroom.  Racked with guilt, his cock had subsided.   He rolled on to his back eyes searching for answers in the canopy of his daughter’s bed.   It was then he felt her small hand touch his cock and then her tongue touch its head and begin to lap at it.

 

            “Oh God, angel, no,”  David protested as he felt the blood rush into his member yet again.   “Princess, ugh”   In seconds, he was helpless.  The sheer erotic nature of having his daughter hold his cock and touch her baby lips vanquished guilt and reason in one instantaneous blow.

 

            Kaci was thrilled with when she saw her daddy’s penis swell.   It meant he felt good.  Remembering how she played with his leaking tip the night before, she concentrated her efforts on his smooth helmet.   Her pink tongue swirling over its head, exploring, eliciting a gasp from her father as it pressed inside his cum slit.

 

            “Oh yes kitty, lick Daddy like a candy cane,”  David instructed, his voice shaking as he felt his balls get heavy.   Kaci was nothing if not a fast learner.  David watched as she sucked his cock into her small mouth.   The sight of it nearly made him cum, but he held back wanting to prolong his pleasure.  Then,  just as he expected after years of telling her not to smack her lips when eating candy, she pulled her mouth off of him with a loud smack.    As a little precum leaked down the underside of his helmet, she used the flat of her tongue to lick the salty liquid away.

 

            “Still salty Daddy,”  she purred, loving the new power she had over her Daddy.  She could make him do what she wanted.  As she kneeled up between his legs, her own needs were growing.   Kaci moved her hand down and began to rub herself.  Her fingers moving against her clit, swollen and tingling.

 

            David watched Kaci’s face, amazed.  In her first hours of womanhood, his daughter’s sexuality blew him away.  Masturbating herself for him, her eyes half closed, the memories of how beautiful she looked as he took her virginity the night before raced through his mind.   His cock was straining.   God he had to have her again.

 

            “Angel, you know Daddy loves you so much,”  he rasped, doing very little to disguise the urgency in his voice.   “Let Daddy teach you how to feel even better, baby.”    Clearly he was going to hell, he knew that.   But he wanted this more than life itself at the moment.   David reached out and pulled his daughter up, having her stand with her legs on either side of his hips.  She looked at him expectantly, her fingers wet with her own cum.

 

            “It’ll be like riding a horsy, baby.   We’re going to slide Daddy’s penis up inside you again, okay?”  David managed a soothing instructive tone as he helped Kaci lower herself towards his cock.

 

            “Okay Daddy.”  Kaci smiled sexily, as she lowered herself towards her father’s rigid cock.   David held his cock in one hand while guiding her hips with the other.   As soon as she was close enough, he ran the tip through the length of her wet slit, causing her to shudder.   A little soft moan.

 

            “Ready, princess?”  David asked as he held the tip at her tight young pussy,  “You take as much as you want, angel, and Daddy will make you cum like a big girl.”

 

            For the second time, Kaci felt her father’s cock inside her.  Taking him slowly, this time there was no pain, just a somewhat pleasurable feeling of being stretched.  As she grew accustomed to his size inside her, she found herself wanting more and allowed him deeper.   The slowness with which she took him in, drove David mad.   He needed to fuck her, but it was so good he wanted to make it last.   He held her hips and encouraged her, “That’s good angel, just a little deeper.”

 

            “Is it all inside Daddy?”  Kaci asked looking in his eyes for approval. “Can I slide on it now?”

 

            David moaned his assent. Kaci was squatting over his cock as she began to move up and down on him.   He looked at her face, eyes closed, her teeth pressing into her pouty lower lip so seductively as her pace began to quicken.  God she was so wet.  Her tight little cunt gripping him as she fucked herself with his cock.   He watched in awe as her tight lips took him and left his cock wet with her baby juices.    He needed more.

 

            Kaci’s own needs were growing.  She instinctively drove herself to move faster and faster on her father’s cock, riding him harder.  She felt the electric pulses beginning to go off inside her as her hands found her little clit and began to rub.  Suddenly, all she could think of was how good she needed to feel.  

 

            David couldn’t hold back when he saw her.    As soon as Kaci began to finger herself, his hips began to buck, meeting her motions with animalistic vigor.  Kaci gasped as she felt his cock thrust up inside her even deeper.  The little squeaks and moans she was making drove him insane.   And then it happened, Kaci’s cunt clenched his cock hard as the first wave of her orgasm overtook her.  David grabbed her hips and thrust deep, his head hitting her cervix, fucking her through it.  God she was so exquisitely tight.   He could feel the cum rising in his cock until her spasms finally milked him over the edge.  It felt like had seen the white light of heaven as he exploded, unloading countless mini thrusts of cum into his baby’s pussy.

 

            Kaci was the first to speak as she lay on her father’s chest, her body spent holding him inside her.  David breathing slow and steady, as he enjoyed the little aftershocks of her pussy sporadically contracting on his cock.    “I love you so much Daddy,” she breathed,  “I want it always to be like this.”

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            Janet, Johnny’s forty year old mother, was a portrait of womanhood in Johnny’s eyes. Her soft, aged breasts were not unnaturally large, but they hung in such a way that they looked like delicious apples dangling just out of reach on a mischievous tree. Her wide, meaty hips and beautifully round ass were always just barely obscured through her sundresses, and when Johnny was lucky, the wind could reveal a teasing invitation of her nether regions.

            Johnny desired his mother like nothing else. He would lie awake at night, staring at her picture on his nightstand and wishing more than anything that his hand could be traded out for hers. He would think of her breasts flopping and her ass and belly jiggling with the passion of their love, and those thoughts haunted his dreams.

            But another emotion was felt through his desire—guilt. He could not help but feel regret for his sinful longings. Janet was his mother—his mother, and he could not look at her without imagining her hairy, well used pussy or her loose breasts dangling upon her plump belly. He was only glad his father had left them years before, otherwise he would feel like a traitor to his own family.

            One morning, Johnny fell upon a wonderful wealth of luck. It was a Friday, which meant he would be staying yet another day alone in his house. On a routine trip to his mother’s room, where he would often lie in her bed and imagine lying with her in his arms, he discovered a lone pair of extra large panties sitting unfolded on the bed.

            She must have forgotten it when she was doing the wash, he though to himself. He had never seen her panties before, and he marveled at their size. He tried putting them on over his jeans, but they were much too big. The massive and beautiful woman had at least fifteen inches on his waist, which was a girth that Johnny longed to feel the weight of. He found that he could easily fit though a single leg of the panties, which made him think of her mammoth hips. He had never wanted his mother more.

            Lying back on his mothers bed, Johnny placed the panties near his face and inhaled deeply. He began licking the crotch and rear areas, hoping to find some womanly moisture or sweet sweat to savor on his tongue. He loved the taste of his mother—that much he already knew from the taste of her sweat.

            As his young, pubescent tool began to swell, he could not take it anymore. He unzipped his jeans and took his member in his hand all at once. Feeling his swollen manhood brought him relief. It gave him an outlet which he was determined to take advantage of.

            Images of his mother filled his head. As he gently gripped and rubbed his shaft and testicles, he continued licking and sniffing the crotch of the panties, all the while imagining himself orally exploring his mother’s nethers. He rolled the moist residue on his tongue as his mind produced sounds of his mother’s moaning. It was an experience he could only wish for.

            Once he had been granted his release (literally), he fell limp on the bed with his semen-covered penis still clearly displayed and the panties draped over his face, rising and falling with each hard breath. With his urges temporarily satisfied, he fell fast asleep.

            But his slumber did not last long. A sound of surprised confusion filled the room as his solitude was invaded.

            “Oh my god!” Janet exclaimed. “What are you doing?”

             Johnny snapped awake at once to see his mother standing in the doorway. Her breasts, which had been the subject of his dreams, were covered by a black, button-up blouse. A long, gray skirt was draped over her juicy, magnificent hips which would put anything but an elephant to shame. Her head was cocked backward in shock, causing her neck to disappear behind her beautiful, rolling chins.

            Johnny found himself at a loss for words as he looked down, seeing his limp cock on display alongside his semen-crusted pants. He then noticed that he was looking at his mom through the leg of her panties, which were still placed over his head. It did not look good.

            “Um, well, you see…” he stammered, though he could not think of anything to say.

            “Are those my panties?” she asked in what was either concern or disgust.

            He could only nod. He was caught. Plain and simple, he was caught. He cursed himself for not thinking of the possibility that his mother might return from work early, but it was too late now.

            Janet sat down on the bed, her weight causing the balance of the bed to shift slightly. She took her panties from her son’s head at once and clung them to herself defensively, looking at her son in disbelief.

            “Now, I’m going to ask you, and don’t you dare lie to me,” she said sternly. “What were you doing with these?”

            Johnny could only sweat. He closed his eyes, wishing he could be sent somewhere else. He had not been prepared for such a confrontation, and he did not know if he could ever face his mother again.

            “It’s not what it looks like,” was all he could think to say. It wasn’t much, and it wasn’t convincing by far, but it was the natural reply.

            “So what is it really?” she asked, placing her panties aside.

            Johnny sat up, still unable to look his mother in the eye. At once he threw his arms around his mother, hugging her like a child who fears retribution.

            “I’m so sorry, mom. I’ll never do it again.”

            Janet shushed him, stroking his head and kissing his forehead in reassurance. “It’s okay. We can talk about this later, if you would rather do that, but we do need to talk about this.”

            Her touch, and especially her kiss, sent an electrical surge through his body, rousing it awake once more. Again he felt his tool begin to swell. He had forgotten to cover it, and it poked out conspicuously. This time, the urge was stronger than ever before—much too strong to ignore.

            He kissed her cheek, innocently at first. He kissed her a second time, and then a third, and then he unleashed a torrent of soft, gentle kisses moving from her cheek to her neck. He moved her sagging chin aside, kissing her on and under her neck folds while his manhood grew to its full length.

            Janet’s eyes widened again. She looked down, noticing her son’s tool growing with his eagerness. As he began to kiss her, she moved her head to the side as if trying to turn away, but it only gave him easier access to her neck.

            “Johnny, what are you doing?” she demanded in the exact same tone as when she had asked the question before.

            Johnny said nothing, but only continued kissing her. Now his torrent was finding it way to the top of her chest, just under her neck. Janet placed a hand on Johnny’s head and exerted a very light force, as if trying to shove him off, but something held her back. For some reason, she could not stop him.

            “Stop it,” Janet ordered, though she sounded less authoritative and more excited. “Stop it I said.”

            Johnny did not stop. Instead, he undid the top button of her blouse, revealing the slightest bit of his mother’s cleavage. This was it—no going back. He continued unbuttoning her blouse, kissing lower and lower with each unfastened button. He kissed his way across her stomach to her waist until her blouse fell open. With her blouse completely open, her round, pudgy stomach bulged out from its hiding place and over her waist. Johnny buried his face in his mother’s belly. He pressed and shook his face against her, causing her jelly-like torso to ripple and jiggle with each movement.

            Janet no longer protested. She laid back, reveling in the sensations she was experiencing. Each warm breath and hard nuzzling that her son exerted upon her belly flesh was like a spark to her nervous system. Already she could feel her crotch becoming wet with anticipation, and she no longer cared about the moral crimes they were committing.

            Johnny placed his hands on his mother’s shoulder blades, wordlessly instructing her to sit up. When she complied, he quickly peeled her blouse from her back. He then unfastened and removed her bra, throwing both it and the blouse off the bed.

            With her bra and blouse out of the picture, Janet’s breast dangled freely onto her blubberous stomach just as in Johnny’s dreams. Though they sagged with weight and age, Janet’s breasts were not wrinkled, and her nipples protruded, hard and erect, from their centers. The space between was moist with sweat, which Johnny lapped up greedily.

            Feeling his mother’s breathing harden against him, Johnny took her breasts in his hands, licking circles around her anxious nipples. Janet moaned with pleasure as Johnny took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard in long bouts with few breaks, which were spent gently nibbling on her motherly feeders.

            Janet fell back, overwhelmed with the pleasantness of her surprise experience. As her back hit the mattress, Johnny climbed on top of her. Because her waist was too wide for Johnny to get his legs around, he allowed himself to rest on top of her, enjoying the natural cushioning she provided.

            The passionate moment prompted Janet to rip her son’s shirt right off his back, tearing it at the seams in her eagerness. Prompted by his mother’s invitation, Johnny sat up, shaking and pulling himself out of his jeans and letting his boxers fall effortlessly down his legs. He then gripped his mother’s skirt firmly and pulled it off with great force, revealing her white, already soaked panties.

            Her panties were quite a sight to see. Like the pair which Johnny had indulged in, they were wide enough to be put on a rhinoceros, but they barely covered her. Her belly and waste drooped over the front, making only the side parts visible. The seams seemed to be under great stress as her hips bulged out from the legs of her panties.

            After taking a moment to fully revel in the image, Johnny lifted his mother’s belly bulge out of the way and slid her panties down her legs to remove them. He then moved to place himself over her, but his mother seized him, throwing him on his back next to her and rolling on top of him to face him.

            Johnny struggled to breathe under his mother’s weight, but he enjoyed the feeling. He had long dreamed of being pinned under her like this, and now it was finally happening. He smiled up at her, ready to do whatever she desired of him.

            Janet lifted her stomach fat to reveal her hairy, neglected pussy. Without pause or question, she placed it over her son’s straight, hard cock. Her wetness drizzled onto his tool, and Johnny had to pinch himself to be convinced that he wasn’t dreaming.

            Feeling his mother lower herself onto him, he was filled with two great sensations. The first was the feeling of her massive torso, heavy enough to crush his bones but beautiful enough to redeem itself, plop down against him, knocking the wind out of him. The second was the dreamy, almost unreal warmth that surrounded his member as it ventured deep within his mother’s sex. He felt as if he was returning home at long last.

            Once Johnny regained his breath, he began pushing his tool up into his mother as she slammed down against him. He could barely move his hips under layers and layers of blubber, and her heavy, sagging breast slapped him hard in the face with each of her thrusts, but he had never felt a better sensation in all his life.

            Janet moaned like a territorial baboon as she slammed into her son with backbreaking force. The headboard crashed against the wall and the springs creaked and popped as if ready to break, but she did not yield. She let her body fall over her son as she continued pounding into him, feeling her floppy, round breasts collapse against his face.

            Johnny could no longer breathe. The combination of upwards of four-hundred pounds bearing down on him and the smothering weight of his mother’s chest made it impossible to draw in air. Still, he kept returning her thrusts to the best of his limited ability, trying to endure for the sake of her pleasure.

            This seemed impossible, however, as tension built in his genital area and he knew that his orgasm could not wait much longer. As if to make things worse, Janet squeezed her pussy lips together, milking her son’s cock with each back thrust.

            “Mom, wait a minute,” he said weakly through smothering flesh and a dangerous lack of air. “I’m going to...”

            Hearing her son trail off from both tension and asphyxiation, Janet increased the strength of her thrusts, wanting to finish strong.

            “Wait mom,” Johnny whispered in a tone so weak that not even he could hear himself. “Shouldn’t I pull ou—“

            But he was unable to finish. A surge of pain from his hips and unequaled pressure from his genitals fogged his senses. That, combined with his mother’s smothering weight, caused him to lose consciousness beneath his whale-sized mom as he shot his young, hot seed deep within her.

            He awoke hours later to see his mom’s eyes level with his own. She smiled at him and slipped her tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply and passionately.

            “Hey there,” she said. “I thought I might have lost you for a while there. I hope I wasn’t too rough?”

            Johnny shook his head. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.”

            She cradle him in his arms. Both were still naked and still exhausted from their activity. Johnny could not feel his legs, but he didn’t care. He had won what he had desired for so long, and that was all that mattered.

            “Just remember,” Janet said with a smile and a soft kiss on the forehead. “No matter what happens, you’re still my baby boy.”

            Johnny smiled, kissing her gently on the lips. “I know. I love you mom.”

I knew I had her in the bag and said , he is not going to know at all. She smiled and said fine. I went and stood behind her , over her shoulder looked at what she is cooking and started to rub my cock against her buttocks. She was acting as if nothing happened and I put my hand around her waist and inserted my fingers into her saree fold and touched her mound. It was puffy and hairy. Before I left the kitchen I also managed to squeeze her buttocks , saying it is so hard and nice to touch. I said my father is lucky , he can play with all these every day. She smiled and said , he only likes the young girls who work as day workers at the farm and he has no more interests in me. We fixed up a massage session at 5 P.M since she said father would be going to town around that time and he would come home drunk late at night.
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 sharp at 5 and I talked to her for sometime and said there is a change of plan, I don’t need a massage , what I need is an oil bath, she said ok to that too and I asked her to bring oil from the kitchen. I stripped to my shorts and sat on a chair facing the mirror and she started to apply oil on my body , half way through, I suggested to her that why not she remove her saree or else it would get oily and my father would suspicious , this made sense to her and she also stripped and wore a towel, hardly covering her breasts and it only reached her thighs. Seeing her comfort level, I removed my shorts too and as she was applying on my body, I started to apply on her neck and breasts. With in few minutes both were stark naked , covered in oil. She had very hairy pussy and I could see the oil dripping from her pussy hairs . Rubbing each others body. I could hear her breathing getting heavier. I was playing with her nipples and pussy lips and she was stroking my cock and balls which was covered in oil by now. I turned her around, her back to me and made her sit on my erect cock and held her shoulder blade and pressed her down . She got the cock in effortlessly thanks to the oil and cunt juice. She bobbed up and down. The smell of oil and her hair on my face was driving me wild. I could see her reflection in the mirror in front of us. Dark, oily boobs bouncing and I saw my cock disappearing into her pussy and coming out again. I put my arm around her waist and started to rub her clit fast. With the other hand I pressed her tits and nipples hard , squeezing it hard.

She had her eyes shut now, lips tightly clenched and her face showed that she was having good fun, her hair was thrown back and now she was bouncing up and down like a mad woman. I stopped it and made her to stand up on the floor and bend forward , holding the chair , with her ass to me. I held her curvy waists with both my hands and rammed my cock into her. As I was pumping her , she was pushing her buttocks back towards me, trying to get my entire cock into her hungry pussy. I swooped oil and sweat from her buttocks and waist and poured a handful of oil into her anus area and also inserted my finger into her asshole, I kept her anal hole open with my fingers, allowing all the dripping oil to enter into her ass. Oiling the entrance at the same time, all with out stopping my strokes. She squealed when I finger fucked her ass and dick fucked her pussy at the same time. Suddenly due to a sudden urge, looking at her oily asshole, which was inviting me , I removed my cock out of her pussy and pushed it deep into her ass. It went in easily with a loud plop sound, thanks to her huge size , oil and sweat that I had applied on it.

I continued fucking her , no stopping for change of hole. Just fucked her on and on, ripping her ass apart with all my force. I knew she was taking it anally for the first time but loved the sensation, moaning and shaking her head from side to side. Asking me to fuck her faster. Soon I could sense an eruption building inside me, I started to slap her buttocks hard with my palm, Every time I pumped in, I slapped her hard, She yelped like a puppy and after a few slaps and strokes, I came , pumping my juice into her ass. I held waist tightly and pumped my last ounce of juice into her ass, her ass clenched , sucking all out of my cock.

When I removed my cock, I could see my cum and oil dripping out of her ass, forming a small pool on the floor. She straightened up , looked at me and smiled weakly and said. I never knew sex could be so good. Later we went to shower after resting for a while. Again we had sex in the shower, standing and she sucked my cock and I shaved her hairy pussy the next day. I had non – stop sex with her. I will post it if I get positive feed backs. Please send in your valuable comments on my story at wpnjaya@yahoo.com  If you like to join with us pls send us a mail. we are from sri lanka.

She looked all around the bedroom and finally came to the wadrobe i was situated in, she opened the door and saw me there with my shorts down holding onto my hard cock, " what are you doing here she hissed", i looked into her eyes and told her the truth hoping it would calm her down, she stood there still nude and told me how if she told the family i would be in so much trouble , i was nearly in tears but then she did something im never going to forget,she grabbed my stiff cock pulled me out off the wadrobe and started going with me, it felt so good to be kissing her.

She led me towards the bed and i led down in anticipation, she got onto the bed and led opposite me and starting sucking on my nob licking up and down the shaft and cupping my balls with her hand, i felt like i was in heaven as she put all her effort into making me cum suddenly i felt my balls tingle and i exploded into her mouth, she lapped it all up.

Then it was my turn i put my face towards her breast and licked all around her hard dark nipples, then i started to suck on one off them and i got a warm liquid roll over my tongue, she was lactating oh my it tasted so good.

I looked up at her face and she looked so happy, i made my way downwards and got to her hairy puss, i shoved my face into it kissing and licking at anything in my way, she sqealed and moaned as i did this, i put my finger up into her tight gap and fingered her for all she was worth, before long she went stiff and went into a major orgasm moaning and screaming as i got a face full off her juice i lapped it all up and then stood up i wanked as fast as i could and shot my load onto her swollen belly.

I then gave her a big kiss, thanked her and went off towards my bedroom, i thought to myself " What have i just done?, Why did it fell so good?, Why do i want more?". I led down and fell asleep and when i woke up my other cousin was peering over me informing me the barbacue was ready, i looked at her, smiled and thought to myself "should i risk it haha".

The End

In June, my youngest son Josh came home from a little league practice all excited. He had been selected for the area all star team. I had no idea then what it involved. During the entire month of July, they went to different tournaments. I thought that was great until I found out they had to provide their own transportation and lodging. Most of their games weren't really that far away and only involved one day trips. The last two were out of state and were overnighters. I talked my husband into driving for the first one and we made kind of a family trip out of it. The only thing was that we had to take four other boys with us that didn't have transportation. My husband has a big SUV so that wasn't a problem and we were glad to help. 

I really enjoyed myself at the games and had gotten to know most of my sons team mates by their first names. They all seemed to like me too. I was really flattered when one boy said "Mrs. M, you are one hot mom". What I didn't know was that when they all got to their rooms. they talked about how much they would like to "fuck" me. These were 13 and 14 year old boys but their hormones were kicked in. I also didn't know that my own son had been telling them stories about times he saw me either naked or partially naked. Most of his stories were made up to impress his friends. 

The second out of state tournament left me responsible for the driving. My husband and older son were scheduled for a father/son golf tournament the same weekend. The first problem was my vehicle. My husband needed the SUV because of the clubs they carried and that left me taking 5 boys in my small car. It would seat six but would be tight. The four hour drive would be cramped but we made it.

The next problem was a much bigger one. When we got there, we found out the motel had only booked us for one room instead of two. Before my husband and I had a room and the 5 boys shared an adjoining room paid for by the team. The coach who booked the rooms only booked for the boys. I wasn't the only one because all of the parents were in the same situation. Some of them had managed to get other rooms but because of the tournament, few were available. The others were like me and stuck rooming with the kids. The difference was that they were all fathers. 

With two beds and two roll aways, there really wasn't much unoccupied space in the room but we managed. The boys had a late afternoon practice and we returned to the motel after eating. At about 8:00, I couldn't handle the frolicing of 5 boys any longer and went to the lounge. There I ran into several other parents with the same problem and I had several drinks to insure I would sleep soundly. 

I was a little tipsy when I returned to the room to find the boys all wide awake and running around the room in their underwear. It was a half an hour past their imposed curfew so I told them all to find a bed and stay in it. I went to the bathroom to get ready for bed when I realized I had another problem. I always sleep in the nude so I hadn't brought anything to sleep in and sleeping nude with 5 boys was not an option. I solved that problem by borrowing one of Josh's t-shirts. It was long enough that I felt comfortable not wearing anything under it. 

The next problem came when I looked for a place to sleep. There were two beds and two roll aways and 6 of us. Chad immediately volunteered to sleep in a bed with me but he seemed too eager. I assigned two boys to roll aways, two boys to one of the beds and my son Josh and I in the other bed. Then it was lights out. The boys kept talking back and forth and I was glad I had the number of drinks I had. If it wasn't for the alcohol in me I don't think I could have gone to sleep. I went out fairly quickly. 

During the night, I felt a hand on my breast but didn't think anything about it. I was used to my husband feeling me while I slept and convinced myself it was him. Then I felt a hand rubbing my mound. It felt good and I was convinced I was dreaming and it was my husband. I instinctively spread my legs and a finger got inserted. That felt good, even if it was a dream.  Suddenly, I was really horny. 

Next, I clearly heard Josh's voice say in a half whisper "Chad, look at this". Now I was about half awake. Then I felt the bed sink with someone sitting on it. Then I heard Chad's voice say "Wow, I've never seen a real pussy before". The covers were pulled down and my t-shirt was up around my waist. Josh was still tugging my t-shirt up and I felt another hand that must have been Chad's feel a breast. He slid it under the shirt to feel it bare. I was awake now but didn't know what to do. My son was showing my near naked body to his friend and they both were feeling me. I knew I should stop them but something inside of me didn't want them to stop. It had been nearly two weeks since I had sex last with my husband and I was enjoying this attention. The alcohol I had drank had lowered my inhibitions and I also didn't want to create a scene that would embarrass my son. 

I decided to let them have some fun. They thought I was out of it so there was no harm. My t-shirt got pulled all of the way up to my chin exposing my entire body and four hands were all over it. Then Chad took my right hand and placed it over the erection in his underwear. He said to Josh "Look at this your mom is feeling my dick". Then Josh took my other hand and placed over his erection. I was a little uncomfortable with that because he was my son but couldn't do anything without giving away the fact that I was awake. Then I heard Josh say "I'm taking my underwear off" Both boys did and I had my hands covering two erect young cocks. Chad was telling Josh that he was going to "fuck" me but Josh told him it would only wake me and they jointly decided to just be happy with my hands "jacking them off". A minute later Chad was shooting cum all over me and the bed. 

Josh was on the edge of cumming and said to Chad "watch this". He moved my hand away and started moving up the bed. The next thing I felt was the tip of his cock on my lips. He was smearing precum on them like lipstick. Then he came all over my lips and chin.

The boys got a washcloth and cleaned me up while I feigned sleep. Then Chad went back to the other bed and Josh and I finally did go to sleep. 

There was still one more night to go before we went home.           

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