“MMMmmm child, do you still love your mother?” I hotly whispered into his ear.

“Oh definitely – I LOVE YOU Mom … I’ve always loved you … more than you could possibly know!” he lifted slightly off of my chest to look me right in the eye as he almost silent mouthed the words.

As he slowly settled his weight back onto me, a tear of extreme pleasure rolled down my cheek as I felt his monster cock stir once again in my womb. His words touched deeply in my soul as he began to thrust ever so slowly into my incredible slick very tight cunt. His father generally worked me over quite feverishly with his 7 ½ -inch cock ever week he was home but as always I never quite felt the magic.

“MMMmmmm – ohhhhhh Mom, your so tight … are all girls this tight?” he kind of mumbled almost a growl between increasingly harder thrusts that made the old matrimonial head board thump against the wall.

“OOOOOHHH uuuuuuuuumm Ggggggggrrr – OHHHH” his sizzling hot cum splashed against the walls of my uterus (one – two – four – seven – nine streams OMG he wants his off-spring in my belly really bad) 

I started awake! I was alone. I lay there wondering … was it a pain killer induced dream?

I think not – my belly hurt deep inside, my pussy was sore and soaking, my ass was laying in a very gooey mess. What time was it – oh god, my daughter could be home! I smiled; it was real! My son just FUCKED his mother, the slut – really well!

My eyes flipped open as he sat beside me on the bed, “I’m FANTASTIC son and you can hurt me or do what ever you like to me anytime you want …” as his hand slowly encased my bare breast in youthful exploration.

“38 C – son, do you really like them … would you like to suck your Slut’s tits…” I asked in a seductive tone.

“I would love to … will you teach me everything I should know … to please you?” he replied in exasperation or anticipation.

“I will, I will … but first take your slut to the bathroom …” I replied enthusiastically yet begging.

“Ok – do I get to play while you go …” he asked shyly in barely an audible voice.

“Son, I’m yours – you can do anything you want to …” I repeated in my best seductive voice.

As I sat on the toilet my thighs widened automatically so my young lover could play; his hand worked its way easily into place cupping my cunt, his thumb brushing my tingling clit. “Mom – you can go when you want to …” he whispered as he knelt beside me.

“Do you like it when Mommy goes pee …” I asked looking at him.

“Yeah – I like everything … I love the taste of you mom, ever since I been a little guy …” he shyly stated with a blushing leer.

“Richard, you just tasted mommy just this morning – bare hours ago …” I replied somewhat shocked.

“No, I’ve tasted you a few times mom – I really have …” he blushed deeply as he spoke somewhat enthusiastically. He guided his finger into my seeping gash as my urine flow splashed across his cupped hand and he began to finger-fuck his mother (god he makes me into a sex crazed bitch). I let him work my sore cunt, thinking how I could question him to learn more.

“Does mommy’s lover want to take her back to bed and play with his slut …” I batted my eyelashes as I cooed out the words. (He nodded enthusiastically)

He guided me back to bed without wiping my beaver all the while he fingered me continuously, gently sat me down on the bed and leaned me back placing a pillow behind me. I knew my son was about to eat me to his hearts content. He knelt on the floor before his spread mother and began to feast.

 “Ummm ohhhh son, my lover … do you like mommy’s unclean cunt … ummmmm ahhhhh…” I breathed feeling the surrender of my horny lust fall away with each loving lick he did to me. “Sweet child … ummmm … tell mommy all the times … ohhhh, everyone of them that you tasted mommy … pleaseeeeee … tell mommy … mommy wants to become incredibly hot for you … I need to know to teach you …” I whined passionately between the sensual ohhhs and ahhhs trembling from my loins.

As he sucked my swollen (and tender) pussy lips and feasted on my engorged (again tender) clit

and in-between several intense orgasms he told me the following. As a child I’d allow him to play hide and seek while I lay in bed (often in skimpy erotic clothes or nothing) he especially liked it when I had just been ridden hard by his father or how he crept in to our room during the night (or while we’d been occupied) to smell and taste my panties. How he often dreamt of me and most exciting was how he had stolen my panties on his fathers last visit home (apparently creamy with cum) and for the first time lay face down on his bed pretending to ride me as he smelt my panties, the result was his first masturbation (I guess) that I had been sniffing and trying to taste when I fell down the stairs.

That was enough; I was wildly stimulated (the little bugger could eat pussy much better than my husband) I needed his horse cock in me again. “Ohhh – Sweet child, climb on mommy … fuck your slut … rape your mother (I noticed he’d get rather excited with that word, his breathing caught in his throat) … RAPE me, put your baby in mommy …” I begged like a slut in a growling sensual voice.

Oh wow – he rather lunged onto me as I tried desperately to wiggle my ass back further onto the bed managing in my awkward state one leg partially dangling over the bed while the other savagely forced wider as my son pushed himself between my thighs.

“Ummmm mom – I want you so bad, the way you talk …” and with some brute force, worked his swollen almost purple horse cock against my well glistening fuck-hole.

(he’d forcefully sank the rest into me – my belly hurt deep inside) … FUCK me son, fuck mommy good (I knew I had him … his 3^rd vagina fuck and he was insatiable, almost savage) … Ohhh YES do your slut … take me … (I was slipping over the edge again, helpless without my arms, at his mercy) … Show mommy how bad you want to … OUUUUUeeeeeeeIIIII ouccchh ouccchhh  me …” (his monster cock again pushed itself roughly into my uterus with one knee bent foot flat on the bed he jack-hammered into me with more force than ever, I was being bounced on my own bed) “Rape me … oh Rape me please … force you seed into your mother … ouccchh ouccchhh (his cock was well within my uterus and I wanted his seed … orgasms swept me in blinding flashes of light, my son was an animal on me as he hungered for his own release)

“Take my baby mom … ” was all he said jamming deeper into my sloppy cunt. Then I felt it – his hot jism whitewashing my uterus walls as he kept pumping his seed, my belly swelled up – it now squirted out and around back past our entwined sex organs squishing out and down the crack of my ass with each of his pulsating thrusts.

Needless to say the afterglow and aroma of sex permeated the bedroom as his lay on my belly. It time he whispered, “Mom – What will dad say … especially if I made you … well have my baby …?”

“Mom, how long before we know if you are pregnant? And what should we do – about daily things?” he persisted.

“For sure in 6-weeks but I can try one of those early readers at 4-weeks and we will do what we want every day – what do you want son?” my heart in my throat, afraid he’d reject our situation.

“I want to … well you know … and learn how to please you … ” he mumbled into my belly button.

“Richard! What exactly do you want to do with mommy – tell me …?” I begged firmly.

As I stood in my bathroom awaiting the hot soothing bath that was running, I wondered if I could control my innocent son’s hungry need to rape me but most I was enjoying his attention kneeling between my spread legs as he sucked on my swollen (hell by the feel of it must be 2-inches and as thick as my baby finger) … ohhhh god, this little bugger can sure eat a battered pussy well!

From deeper in the house came the rough closing of the front door, “Damn … Monica’s home early!”

“I’m naked mom – the bed is messed – she’ll tell dad – ohh jeeeez mom, I want you so bad!” my innocent lover said it all in the time it takes to take a breath.

“Get me into the tub and throw on just your pants then hurry back in here and begin washing my back ...” I snapped.

He quickly got back into the bathroom kneeling beside the tub began to wash my back just as a voice called from the bedroom, “Mom, you here …?” called my daughter.

“In here Monica – your just in time to save me from the clumsy attempts of your brother …” I called cheerfully.

Monica peeked around the corner of the door jam and began laughing hysterically, “Ritchie … I think your suppose to look … your missing mom’s back … I’ll do it!” boldly walking in taking the face cloth from my shy lover who had his head lowered into his free arm to hide his eyes (supposedly from my nakedness).

“I’m sorry mom, I tried …” and slipped quietly from the bathroom.

Monica took over, doing a very good job (she’d make a great nurse) of scrubbing me all over, spending long agonizing seconds lifting my boobs as she paid close attention to my erect nipples. Her touch lightened as she washed my belly then very sullenly lifted one leg scrubbing it good then placing it in a bent knee position as she did the same to the other. Her attention to my breasts and now to my battered used twat with its engorged clit drew her gentlest touch as smiled; my breathing quickened with deep catches of rapid intake of air as she brushed my clit. She leaned close to my ear, “Does that feel good mom” she whispered. (All I could do was nod my head in the affirmative.) I could not believe my ears or the intense feeling of sensual pleasure that Monica was causing in me, I couldn’t help but think to my self that I was one horny slut; I took my teenage son’s cherry and now literally letting my barely teenaged daughter please me. Her fingers and hand played with my cunt like a pro lesbian. Again she leaned in to my ear as I was just entering a tingling orgasm, “So – was Ritchie any good, can he please a woman or do you need my help too …” OMG –  my eyes flicked open looking at my daughter just as an orgasmic wave struck me as she inserted her middle finger in my cunt.

I’ll take a moment and back step for introductions. We live in a small northern city, my husband works the oil fields requiring him to be away from home, I have a son (Richard, age 16) and daughter (Monica, age 14) and I am Barbara, a 35-year-old with no time to have gained any weight since high school.

“I’m ok … but I hurt all over … ” I replied rather shakily.

My son somewhat reassured because I was talking began to carefully check me over; the final body check showed I had a right arm fracture and a left wrist fracture. With his assistance we walked upstairs where he carefully splinted my arms, applied ice packs and drove me to the hospital, to make a long story short, I left a few hours later sporting two casts, a mild headache and numerous bruises.

On the drive home I told Richard that the doctor was very pleased with his splinting and that I now relied on him and Monica to help a bit more around the house till I got back into functioning normally again. We picked Monica up at her friend’s house (Richard had reached her at school diverting her there). Monica was upset with a lot of melodramatics until Richard told her to get in the mini-van or get left behind. On arriving home I got Monica to start supper and Richard to get the wash going that presently lay at the bottom of the stairs and I was going to lie down.

Monica awoke me and we went to dinner where I suddenly realized I had difficulty pulling the chair

back and sat staring at my plate – I could not use eating utensils. We all laughed hysterically; Richard moved his chair over beside me and feed me slowly all the while joking if he should bring the high chair up from the basement. I survived supper and lay down on the couch apparently dozing off for several hours when my son awoke me.

“Mom – Mom, are you ok … (my eyes flutter open) … I’m off to bed and Monica’s already asleep…” with his assistance I got up from the couch and walked to my bedroom. I managed the light switch and stood in utter amazement – now what?

I walked down the hallway to my son’s room and knocked on the door, “Richard, I need a little help…”

Richard opened his door, “What is it mom?”

“Son … I … I can’t undress …” I stammered.

“Oh … ok, I’ll go wake Monica …” he said.

“Leave her sleep, can you help me?” I answered, leading the way to my bedroom. Where my son stood lost in the middle of the room with a bewildered look on his face as I said, “Ok … undress me.”

“Mom, I don’t know where to begin … are you sure you don’t want Monica?” he blurted out.

“Richard! How hard is it to undress me … surely you have taken a girls’ sweater off before …” I froze mid-sentence of my exasperated  tantrum as he turned ashen white, slowly shaking his head in the negative.

“You mean you never undid any of your girlfriend’s shirt …” again I stuck my foot in my mouth as it dawned on me that Richard had never brought home or ever said anything about a girlfriend.

“No mom, I never have … girls scare me …” he replied quietly almost in tears.

“… Sorry, I knew that – guess I’m still shaken as well.” I replied feebly. “I still need your help, please.” (He nods ok) “First things first, you better shut the door … (he does).” Now, come stand in front of me … Richard – this will be difficult for both of us so we both have to grin and bare it …”

I said in all earnestness and we both broke out laughing.

“Ok my boy, we’ll slip one arm out first, you stretch the sweater sleeve wide and I’ll slip my arm out…” we managed that and repeated the process for the next arm with a little more difficulty. “Now lift the sweater from the bottom up over my head …” which we again managed, as my head came free all I could see was my son’s eyes feasting on my bra-clad chest with the most amazed stunned look on his face. I couldn’t resist my son’s innocence. “Richard, you’ll get to see all of them in a moment as soon as you remove mommy’s bra!” He snapped back to the present with a glorious blush sweeping his handsome face. “Stand behind me and unhook the bra then come around the front of me and slip it off…ok” I felt his hands trembling as he struggled to undo the clasp and he was breathing rather quickly as he returned to the front of me where with shaking hands he slipped the bra free from my chest. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it son …” again his eyes were fixed to my boobies; his youth, innocence and this moment behind a closed door accompanied by my helplessness served to excite my nipples which grew erect before his gaze which now alternated from my excited breasts to my eyes in an untold race of disbelief.

I let him stare! With a mischievous smile on my face I interrupted his thoughts with a pressing matter that I needed to pee. “Richard – you can see me all you want, but mommy really needs her skirt and panties off cause I need to go to the bathroom – ok.”

“Sorry mom, I was … overcome … by the moment …” he quickly but shyly said.

“Undo the button on the side of my skirt and unzip the zipper, it will fall to the floor then please pull down my panties …” (he did as he was told and keeping his eyes averted from my groin) I stepped quickly out of the pooled-on-floor clothing and hurried to my bathroom, where I called to my son “Richard, don’t go anywhere, I still need help … ”

I was sitting doing my thing wondering how I was going to get my innocent son to … well wipe me and then wash my old beaver. “Richard, come in here please (he peeked around the doorway) … you can come in. I need your help to … well wipe myself … down below …” I began, now fumbling for words.

He visibly backed up … “I’ll go get Monica …”

“Richard – son, its not hard, I really need your help …” I begged.

“Take a small amount of toilet paper, bunch it together and wipe my vagina from front to back – ok,” I instructed him. He stood still staring at me then slowly did as he was told with his eyes averted as I lifted up off the toilet with my knees apart for easy assess for him.

Like a blind man, my son attempted to maintain modesty but could not get close to between my legs and as he took hold of my lower leg attempting to run up the inside of my leg, I came somewhat agitated. “Richard! Son you have to look … your doing ok but I can’t hold this position for long.

I saw his innocence slipping away as he now (on his knees before me) starred directly at my beaver as he slipped his hand up between my legs lightly wiping the outer hair. “A little harder please…” I could not resist as the moment was becoming erotic.  “Now run some hot water and soak a face cloth, add some soap and wash me all over down below … make sure you get between the folds…”

“Mom … I can’t … what would dad say …” he hemmed-and-hawed.

“Son, I can not use my hands, your sister is asleep … as a grown woman I’m quite willing to be totally naked and exposed before you … I don’t think your father would be to upset…!” I painted the picture for him and could not resist a tag on of, “it will be a good education for you …”

He started the water running as I sat down on the toilet again; his eyes now flickering to my body constantly; when he had the face cloth all ready, I had him kneel beside me and opened my somewhat trembling legs wide for his clumsy attention making him feel and open my now tingling pussy lips and make several good passes then dry his mother’s pussy.

I thanked him as he stood up before me. I could not help but notice his penis was aroused by his mother, “There, you survived and by the look of it (glancing to his swollen groin) your mother still has the ability to excite a young man, which I will take as a very high compliment!”

My embarrassed son assisted me to bed, folding the sheets down and I could not resist the temptation to excite him more by giving him a wonderful spread of my legs placing my now somewhat swollen beaver on display for his pleasure as I eased slowly into bed and knew I had succeeded as he lingered placing the blankets over me as he gave me several pain-killers with a glass of water. “Sweet dreams son, thank you for the compliment (again glancing at his very swollen penis) and helping a helpless old woman… and if you’d lean down I’ll give you a kiss as a reward …” he blushed but leaned down for my soft sensual kiss to his cheek that was pretty close to the edge of his mouth.

He stumbled to the door slowly opening it and looking back replied somewhat hoarsely, “I’ll leave it open … in case you need help mom…” and slipped awkwardly away to his room.

I know someone beside me was going to have some trouble going to sleep (smiling to myself ruefully) I’d just thought why I fallen down the stairs, I’d been sniffing and attempting to taste his shorts, he’d definitely left a healthy cum load … probably had masturbated into them … slipping painlessly into a drugged sleep. 

I awoke suddenly with an urgent need to use the bathroom. As my senses came more awake I felt I was being watched and sure enough my son was peeking through the half-closed door. I smiled a little wickedly while I indicated with my head to come here.

He slipped through the door, “Good morning mom, how do you feel?” with a radiant smile and cheerful voice. “You’ve slept late …”

My head did a fast glance to the bedside alarm that showed 9:35 AM.

“Monica’s already gone to school and I phoned the office telling them I won’t be in for several days … thought you might want someone home with you …” he stated quite frankly.

I smiled and stretched slightly, “Good idea …”

“Well Richard (winking at him somewhat lewdly while I wiggled a shoulder seductively) … ready for round 2 … the bathroom is calling your mother.”

My son eagerly and willingly slipped the covers back and was feasting on the view. So I slowly again opened my legs now enjoying his youthful attention while saying, “A full day of special nursing … I’m depending on you … ready?” (He nodded) and assisted me to the bathroom with my naked aroused boob sitting on his arm. “I’m feeling a little woozy, must be the pain-killers last night …”

I sat on the toilet, winked at him and waited, my bladder bursting and I couldn’t go. I was getting restless. I looked up into my son’s eyes as he stood in the doorway. “Umm…I’ll wait in your room, …” he said.

“Please don’t, I still feel woozy … all my bodily functions want to work but nothing is happening …”

I said and smiled again. Time passed and nothing was happening, oh god I needed to pee and I also needed to go otherwise. “I may need some real nursing care son, …” I hinted, this time I blushed.

“Well, I’m not a real nurse but if you tell me what to do, I’ll try to do my best … if you want …”

he stammered with determination.

“Richard – umppff, ahhhh … I need your help … massage my stomach and well … between my legs to help me relax …” I stammered hesitantly. “This – we won’t tell anyone about, especially your father!”

My young teenage son shot forward like he came out of a cannon dropping to his knees before me and with much eagerness attempted to rub my belly. “Lower son – just above … well above my hair…”

His gentle touch massaged as he shyly began to insert his other hand between my legs (which I allowed to spread rather easily) and took a rather unexpected gasp as his fingers encased my quivering pussy. I closed my eyes, bite my lower lip as his fingers now slipped across my muff (I rather bluntly opened wider) thus allowing his youthful hand to slip between my now slick crack.

“I’m I doing it right mom?” a barely audible whisper broke through my now hazy erotic state.

“Umm humm … just like that …” I almost moaned.

I was AROUSED! My own son was heating his mothers kettle very nicely … “Ummmm ohhh …” as I felt his upper hand creeping down (without his realizing it) to stimulate mommy’s clit (well, at least the top of it) and it happened, I realized a slow steady steam of burning hot pee, coating my son’s hand as he continued to administer his now increased rate of movement along my slit. Seconds later in mist of my pee I began to cum ever so gently “Ohhhhhhhhh UHHHhhh ummmm  ummmm, ohh such a good boy!” and he never stopped his hands but his breathing certainly was affected.

Three increasing orgasms followed in quick secession and I knew I was slipping into a state of dangerous territory utterly helpless as my young virgin son encouragingly nursed me into untold bliss.

I needed a quick release … “Ummm oh sweetie, slip your fingers back and play with mommy’s bum” I whispered hotly (I love my ass played with). His eagerness and my dripping pussy created a sudden entry of his finger into my eager butt hole. My sudden harsh intake of breath and his rather deep penetration caused my asshole to slam shut on his finger and a cascade of sweeping orgasms left me panting for more as a whined to him “Ummmm (I growled with heightened huskiness) … make mommy cum … make me beg … you want mommy excited don’t you … you want mommy bad … you want mommy to make you a man today … DON’T YOU!” I screamed as he relentlessly worked my ass with his finger and his upper hand had now slipped onto my now engorged and badly swollen clit.

Between ragged gasping breaths I begged my son to get me to bed, my ass reluctantly let his finger slip out we got to the bed where I struggled to get into the middle of the bed, my sluttish legs spread wide and with thrusting hips I encouraged my son to slip his head between my thighs. “That’s my young lover … lick mommy’s pussy with your tongue … make me worse … show mommy how bad you want me to make you a man!” His inexperienced tongue slide up and down my weeping gash, he was feasting on my sweet nectar and did not need much direction as he eager mouth munched hungrily on my exposed swollen clit (like father, like son) and to my utter amazement his hand was thrusting under my ass which I eagerly lifted and squealed with delight as he roughly jammed in his finger again feverishly finger-fucking my ass hole. He was a fast learner! His mouth and tongue now serviced me from clit to ass as I tossed and turned humping uncontrolled.

“That’s it sweetie … you got it … Make MOMMY your SLUTTTT, your horny plaything ever second of the day … make mommy do everything you always dreamed of - CONTROL ME ”

I hissed and panted screaming with orgasmic pleasure.

As he brutally two-finger fucked my ass in and out, he began dry humping my leg like a dog in heat pushing me over that ever so fine line into rampant incest that I hungered for so badly. I (after repeated begging) finally got him to stop long enough to undress.

My eyes bulged out of their sockets, my mouth drooled … I shuddered with an explosive CUM screaming unintelligent words just from seeing my virgin son standing beside my matrimonial bed.

His cock was gigantic – OMG he was over a foot long and as thick as a small plastic pop bottle and he was very ready for his mommy.

“Oh child … mount your SLUT, control me … jam your horse cock into my tight cunt …” I breathed was unbridled desire. He wasted no time getting between my now well spread legs, his horse cock swollen and purplish doing flips in eagerness to impale his mother. I was gushing cunt juice like never before – I wanted his horse cock!

He guided his swollen gigantic member to my badly swollen pussy … feeling the head slip into me and my tightness holding him at bay (I had two children – by a bikini c-section) as I pumped upwards he drove down into me forcing me, his mother apart further to bury half of this magnificent cock as he roughly and excitedly thrust hammering at my cunt, with ever nerve ending afire I lay helplessly beneath him trying to relax as I surrendered to his now blazing incest that demanded satisfaction as he brutally assaulted my creaming cunt. Then – magically he was buried to the hilt.

I hope I wrote it good for you Barb.

I gave up my bedroom (large and had a small bathroom) for them in-between her sessions. I preferred the den couch so I could study late and not disturb them as the school year was drawing to a close. Mom was very ill, weak and remained a very elegant lady that brought us closer together. Skipping through the intense illness period dad and I renovated.

This story begins after the second round of chemo; dad had just brought mom home to her newly retrofitted room, I just started school summer break and it was dad’s busy season. I looked after mom from her nausea-vomiting, loss of hair to bathing and I learnt to run a household but most of all I grew up with her incredible guidance. It became habit every morning after her breakfast that I sponge bathed her and we yakked (girls talk).

On this particular morning I’d finish washing her face, neck (was going to skip the breasts) when she requested rather modestly if I could wash every square inch of her (not thinking much about it) I undressed her and began washing her boobies which caused her nipples to become very erect, when she quietly asked, “If I had any new boy paying attention to me … (I shrugged then shook my head no) … have your periods stabilized … (I had terrible painful periods 4 months ago and she’d taken me to a gynaecologist, she held my hand as I had my first vagina exam and placed on the pill) ... I replied they had and the last 3 had been no problem. At this point I had reached her groin noticing that dad had made a very special delivery to her pussy either last night or this morning, mom had a radiant deep blush. As I wiped up the spillage of sperm the back of my hand was covered in dad’s spunk off the bed sheets. Mom apologized profusely as she opened her legs wider to be cleaned and much more sperm oozed out (poor dad, it had been awhile) I washed her bald silky pussy and thinking I had did a pretty good job I rolled her to the side to wash her back and more cum spilled from between her ass cheeks,

Having washed her good, I spread a towel down over the enormous thick pool rolled her back just to discover again to mom’s deep embarrassment that more of dad’s sperm released from her pussy. During the second cleaning mom confessed with a shy smile, “… I think daddy left with a smile this morning (she giggled and I laughed hilariously while managing to slip in at least your looking better).

The bath finished, breakfast done and with fresh new sheets mom rested quietly in her easy chair she had me come sit on the ottoman. She praised me for helping run the house, taking care of her and then she said in a tired voice, “I won’t always have the strength, daddy going to suffer before long … I don’t know … ” she drifted off to sleep.

I went about the house chores and washing kind of lost in thought about dad and while mom slept I surfed the net coming across incest stories not sure if by accident or not and read for hours; my virgin pussy tingled and I’m almost ashamed to say I had experimentally played with myself only a few times throughout my puberty. I saved the site and guiltily went to check on mom.

“Anything special?” she wondered as she caught sight of my very erect nipples through my t-shirt

(I wasn’t wearing a bra).

Rather embarrassed I hummed and hawed, “I was … ahhh … reading some romance stuff…”

“Just a site … romance stuff … I have one or two of those I always visited when daddy was out of town working… maybe we should compare sites…hmmm…” she smiled brightly, “You might like them …”

Well, I brought her laptop over to her and nearly peed my shorts. Mom opened up an incest site similar to mine asking if I wanted to read one. I shyly shook my head no but mom said she’d show me her favourite and before long I was reading a father/daughter letter that left me with a tingling muff and erratic breathing. Mom smiled asking calmly, “So, was it as good as yours?”

“Oohhh, leaves you somewhat out of breath … until today I’d never thought of anything like that…” I replied quite speechless.

“I won’t always have the strength, I love him so much and he does (tears flowed) … will need help.”

I stared at mom speechless for a long time, “Your suggesting … me … ohhhh I … I don’t … know?”

We talked. I confessed (in tears) I’d only played a few times that I didn’t know anything about sex and he was my dad. Mom held me and eventually asked me to just think about it. “I’m still capable now young lady … (kissing me on the forehead) …”

Eventually mom dozed off and I stayed with her reading many stories from the site till I found I had moistness covering my shorts and slipped off to clean up. Needless to say the next few weeks I read steadily, I dressed more provocatively and I had some pretty heated nights and through it all our girls talk during morning baths was stimulating and rewarding.

On mornings where dad had left a special delivery, mom encouraged me to rub some on my skin and several times to taste it; dads sperm was a little salty and quite sweet. I spent longer and more in-depth study of mom’s now fuzzy muff as she explained anatomy of pussy pleasure.

“It was… I had no idea what to do…my friends they talk about dido’s and I had to check on line what that was…” I admitted timidly.

“Are you ready for one? … Are you still a virgin? She asked.

“Yes mom, still a total virgin … and I’m not sure I’m ready for one, having never seen one.” I blushed

“If you want to see one (she blushed) … there’s several different ones in the second drawer of my dresser … I’d recommend as a mother that you don’t deflower yourself with one.” She responded quietly.

Intrigued I got up off the ottoman, opened the drawer and picked all four up feeling them, running them along my cheek (noticing the hint of mom’s aroma) even turning on two that had batteries. “Which one is your favourite mom? Wait … let me guess?” again catching a brief smell. “This one … (a soft dildo of pink jelly-like yet flexible one of 9-inches) … and this one (not sure why it was narrower yet still about 8-inches long) and kept playing with it.

“Your right (waving me to bring them over) … this one is for Bridgett and this one is for Snookie…” she giggled then laughed at my confused look.

She had me sit beside her on the corner of chair, “When I was a young teenager, not too much younger than you, I too heard the girls talking (laughs again) … I confused my bum with my vagina in secrecy under my sheets and accidentally deflowered my bottom, since then I love to play with my rectum.” She admitted confidentially, “I often stimulate it when your daddy is kissing or sucking…”

“I never tried it or thought about it … mom, why shouldn’t I break myself with one?” I asked.

Mom looked very tired and I had lots to think about so I gently kissed her cheek then at the last second threw my arms about her while I whispered, “Thank you mom, I’ll let you rest for awhile” I collected up mom’s playthings and returned them to her drawer.

I slipped into my room where I removed my shorts and panties looking at myself before the mirror, I caressed myself gently now quite proud of my body noticing that I tingled between my thighs quicker, then lay down on my bed exploring my pussy; before to long I had myself quite hot and bothered, tentatively began inserting a finger. Needless to get into all the crème details I began breathing rather strangely with intense burning quivering coming from my love tunnel. I slipped a finger lower from my other hand, I was ready – wiggling it in some (it was tight and it burned) and decided I needed something slippery I gathered my cream now oozing from my pussy onto my finger and retried wiggling it in my ass, OMG it felt better (still very tight) but soon I was pumping it in and out freely. Time stood still as I brought myself to varying degrees of orgasm as I muffled my screams into my pillow. All done I smiled wickedly to myself in the mirror as I slipped on just my shorts, ensuring that my muff was on display. I walked away – looking back at the mirror, “You got me started mom … no telling where this will go!”

 

Max loves the whole family and is very protective when it comes to the women in the family. Both our dogs are. They are always there to greet us when we come home and love to play with the kids and each other. True family pets.

 

I have shown my wife many pictures and movies of bestiality and although intrigued she has never had the desire to experiment with any of it.  Once or twice Max would move up behind her and take a sniff and stick his nose where she did not want it. I told her this was his natural male instinct and to just tell him no. As he grew he became more curious about what was under that skirt. He especially liked to do this when she would come out of the shower in only her bath towel. We always laughed about it and she would shoo him away. She was always concerned he would do this with one of her female friends but he never did and still doesn’t.

 

One night we were laying on the floor in the living room. We had just finished having some hot passionate sex. My wife got up and walked to the kitchen naked to get a drink. Max saw her and moved to follow her. When she bent over at the fridge he moved in quickly and took a long lick at her exposed cum filled pussy. She was still very wet from our round. She immediately jumped and yelled at him quietly so as not to wake our daughter. She then came back into the living room and told me what he did.

 

I looked over at Max who had moved back over near the fireplace sulking. Our other dog was lying next to him. My wife calmed down and she lie down beside me on the floor. I was soon petting her and fingering her wet pussy again. I was lying on my side and she had one leg thrown over me and the other spread so as to give me plenty of access to her exposed clit. I had hit her button several times and her juices were really flowing giving off that sex aura across the room.

 

Max and his partner, Shrek, watched from across the room. It was Max who got curious first.  I saw out of the corner of my eye him crawl across the floor towards where we were. My wife did not see him as she had her head back as I administered my fingering to her clit. Once he got over to us and had not been yelled at yet, he stood and walked over stopping between her spread legs. I switched from watching him and watching my wife. Wondering if she would truly freak out if he did anything. Before I could answer myself, Max answered it for me.

 

He slowly lowered his head down towards where my hand was and cautiously sniffed at her dripping pussy. He then reached out with his tongue and took a hesitant lick, stopping, expecting her to jump. Instead my wife opened her eyes and looked down at him and then me, laying her head back again as if to give in to his persistence. By this time I had her very horny and I believe that is the only reason she let him continue. When my wife is horny her inhibitions go out the window.

 

Max, seeing her allowing him this taste, continued with another lick and then another. Soon I had removed my fingering of her clit and Max was literally cleaning out her pussy as if he could not get enough. His long tongue was going in her hole and flicking up zapping her clit. My wife several times grabbed his head petting him as he cleaned her out. She moaned as his tongue flicked her exposed clit and drove her to an orgasm. This continued for almost 10 minutes of his non stop licking. I would have had lock jaw by this time. My wife in the meantime had cum several times which was obvious by the juices still being devoured by Max, not to mention her moans of ecstasy when she did cum.

 

Feeling a little neglected at this point I rolled my wife off of me and helped her onto her hands and knees. She was kneeling between my spread legs. I guided her head down to my rock hard cock and she immediately started to suck on it with a new enthusiasm unlike any other time. Her administrations were unbelievable and I am still amazed I did not lose my load within the first minute. While she was giving me one of the best blowjobs ever, Max moved back behind her and started attacking her dripping hole from a new angle. This time he was also able to lick her from her clit to her anus. Each time he took a good slurp of his tongue she would suck a little harder on my cock in her mouth.

 

The site was more than I could handle. Watching our family pet gorge himself on my wife’s pussy while she was giving me a blowjob was too much. Grabbing her by the side of the head I moaned out as I shot my load into her mouth. She continued sucking swallowing my seed with each gulp. It was at that moment that I looked down at my wife and saw it. Max’s fully exposed red dog cock sticking out. It wasn’t as large as I thought it would be, but impressive still. A little thinner than mine and about the same length. It was dripping fluid from the end as he licked away at her pussy.

 

Max jumped up on my wife’s back and started to hump her. This freaked her out a bit and she tried to sit back but the weight of him on her back was too much and she had to use her hands to support her from falling on her face. He was humping at her madly trying to get his red prick inside her but with little success. I moved from under her with the intention of getting him off of her back. Once I had moved she dropped to her elbows because she could not support his weight any longer. This put her wet pussy in a very exposed position. Before I could get to him she had inadvertently spread her legs more dropping her butt. With one final hop and hump Max achieved his goal and I heard my wife scream out as he plunged his slimy red cock into her pussy.

 

She yelled out “shit, he’s fucking me”. Once he was in her he locked his front legs around her hips and there was no pulling him off no matter how hard I tried. He continued humping her savagely and I saw the knot of his cock pushing into her pussy. She moaned out and screamed with an orgasm as he achieved his tie with his mate. He suddenly slowed his fucking to mild humps and she told me how she could feel him squirting his seed into her. For the next 5 minutes they stayed like this until he eventually popped out of her. Once he climbed off her back he walked away and sat in the corner and my wife collapsed forward onto her stomach, her legs still spread open.

 

When Max’s knot and cock “popped” out, a gush of dog cum followed it pouring out onto the floor. Our other dog quickly moved over and started to lick the spent juices up and then started licking it out of my wife’s pussy bringing her to yet another orgasm.  Once he was done and she was as well, I carried her into the bathroom and ran a hot tub for her. When she was finished she lie on the bed and I lie there beside her silently waiting for her to say something. She rolled over and cuddled with me and I started to say something but she shushed me. She fell asleep on my shoulder and I eventually dozed off as well.

 

Since that first time we have had a few other rendezvous with Max and even had one of her friends get involved. If you like to hear more, please give me your feedback.