d both start to eat better and workout. That was the easy part. As anyone who’s ever had to diet knows it’s not that easy. I had a lot of help and assistance through my paid health club pros and as it usually goes I lost weight both faster and easier than Donna did.

After a few weeks of dieting though, Donna told me she was going to start working out with some friends at her bosses’ home. Her boss, Marilyn; was the owner of the business Donna worked at and was very well off. Her home is huge and comfortable, and I’ve always liked going there for parties.

I noticed that with our different schedules though, that I could and did work out during the early afternoon, while Donna had to work out from 830 to about 10 p.m. three days a week. She quickly began to lose the excess weight and began to look very much as she had when we were first married.

Donna was a true blue eyed goddess when I first met her. She was a bit short, but her beautiful blond hair and glacier blue eyes were and still are striking. She had 38d cup breasts and she was a true blond. She had also come from a problem family. She was the only girl aside from the mother, with 5 brothers and a drunken dad. How she managed to get to 18 without being raped by one of them surprises me to this day. She was a virgin the day I took her, and was always a bit repressed in her sexuality.

Not to say that sex was bad. Once she’s spun up, she’s a dynamo. She moves like a whore, and sucks cock better than any other woman I’ve ever met. She has no problem swallowing and seems to genuinely like the taste of cum. She moves around a lot when we fuck and there’s been a time or two when I thought she’d hurt me good by her surprising bursts of strength.

I’d been working out for a while, and as sometimes happens in a long-term marriage I’d sort of lost track of Donna. We saw each other every day and spoke but I realized that I really didn’t know what was going on with her.

I did notice after she’d lost the weight and really began to tone up, that she seemed much more ready to have sex. I also noticed that she came much easier. This usually happened after her work out sessions, and I suppose that I really didn’t think much about it. I mean I sometimes got pretty worked up by exercising, and I figured that it must be much the same for her. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

We’d been on our regimen for about 8 months before I really got suspicious. There were quite a few times when she’d come home from working out, not smelling like she’d done anything at all. I asked her about it one night and she said that her boss Marilyn had a pool, jacuzzi and large shower that she used before coming home. What really tweaked me though was a couple of times when she’d come home with wet hair. Donna’s hair is really long and thick, and if she washes it, it takes a really long time to dry. As a consequence she usually skips a day or so between washes. On these occasions though, she’d come home with it really wet, and too tired to do anything with it.

I began to suspect there was more than exercise at her workout sessions.

I decided to follow her to one of them, and kinda of drop in to see how everyone was. I waited until her Wednesday night session and gave her about a half-hour head start. I then drove to her bosses’ home.

As I pulled into the drive of the large estate, I noticed that the gates, which were normally open, were closed.

I pulled up to the call box to announce myself and heard Marilyn give her permission through the squawk box. It seemed that she was highly amused by something as I heard her giggle a bit as she spoke. I pulled into the long sweeping driveway and noticed about 15 cars there.

This surprised me as I knew that Donna’s firm wasn’t that large. Including Donna and her boss, there were only about 4 other women that worked there. I pulled into a parking space right next to Donna’s 2 year old Camry and stopped the engine.

As I approached the house I saw the lights come on the front porch and the door opening. I was startled to see Marilyn, and a woman I didn’t know standing in the entry wearing very small bikinis.

Let me take a minute to describe Marilyn. She’s about 28 with the longest and richest looking auburn red hair I’ve ever seen. She has a killer figure that I’d seen bits and pieces of before at summer picnics and the like. To say that she was hot in that tiny bikini was like saying habaneros are mild.

Her companion was just as hot. Tall with black hair, slim hips, long legs and truly awesome tits. Marilyn stood there in a bikini that was made to be the same color of her hair, while the other woman had one that matched hers.

I was ushered in and offered a drink as the two ladies walked just far enough ahead of me to let me take in all their moves and figures as they glided into the main living room.

This room was immense and centered around a large entertainment center, with large screen plasma tv, and enough electronic accessories to make any guy drool. I’d been here many times before watching the Super Bowl or some other sporting event when she was married. Her divorce had pretty well squished that though.

"This is Angie," Marilyn said quietly. "She’s my new roomie."

"Nice to meet you, Angie," I said very distracted. At that moment I was trying not to look too hard as both Marilyn’s and Angie’s swimsuits decided for reasons unknown to science to make themselves even smaller and draw up even further. I had really good shots of both women’s pussies as they sat across from me on a loveseat. They didn’t make this any better as they both crossed their legs slowly from left to right.

Marilyn noticed and laughed a cruel little laugh.

"Are we distracting you a bit Max?" she asked innocently.

"Yeah, a bit I guess," I said with suddenly very dry lips. I was beginning to be uncomfortable, as my cock was straining against the jeans I wore.

"We’re really very sorry about that, aren’t we Angie," she said in a completely insincere tone.

Angie didn’t say anything but nodded slightly as she began to look back at me.

"Why are you here Max?" Marilyn asked.

"I, uh thought I’d see what kind of work out Donna was getting," I said quickly. I had to keep squirming around a bit as it was getting very uncomfortable. I was rock hard and it was beginning to show on my face and in my body language.

You’d have thought I’d said the funniest thing in the world just then. Both women began to crack up and I had to listen and watch them as they literally fell over each other in the fit. This didn’t do much for my cool, as watching them writhe around and gasp for air, was making parts of them shift and jiggle in a most disturbing fashion.

They finally got a hold of themselves and while she caught her breath Angie spoke for the first time. Her voice was a rich contralto that spoke to parts of me that weren’t connected to my ears.

"Just what do you think that Donna does here, anyway?," she asked.

"Aerobics, cross training and she pumps some iron," I said repeating what Donna had told me several months before.

That made Marilyn crack up again, and I began to suspect that she was either drunk or a bit stoned with all the acting up she was doing. Angie also began to laugh but kept it under better control.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," she replied. "There’s certainly some aerobic activity going on, and she does pump something, but it’s not iron."

I began to get a really creepy feel just then, and I was also getting a bit pissed off. Here I was trying to find out what was going on with my wife and these two seemed to be having a lot of fun at my expense. It showed in my voice as I responded to her statement.

"Just what the fuck is going on here anyway?" I growled.

That made Marilyn begin giggling again and Angie lit up with a big smile.

"Exactly," she answered.

"Exactly what?" I said my voice beginning to get louder.

"Fuck, you know the singular of fucking, to fuck or to be fucked," she said with a grin. "He fucks, she fucks, it fucks, you know SEX. That’s what we do. That’s how your precious Donna has lost all her baby fat. She’s fucked it off."

This needless to say hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn’t believe it, not Donna. She’s always been so repressed. I’d tried to get her interested in the swinging lifestyle or even a little grab ass with another couple we’d known very well in the past, and she’d always shot me down in flames. She’d wanted nothing to do with it, and had damned near bitten my head off when I’d asked.

"I think you’ve got both me and her confused with someone else,’ I said. "Donna would never do anything like that."

"Would you like some proof?" Marilyn said finally finished with her sporadic laughing fits.

"What proof?," I asked.

"How’s videotape work for you?" she replied.

"You have tape of Donna with another man," I said shocked.

"Another man, other men, women, toys, anything you’d like except animals, she doesn’t like that," She responded.

"I don’t believe you," I said trying to absorb what I’d been told.

"There’s nothing like evidence, they always say, and there’s no better evidence than your own eyes," She said standing and walking across the room.

She went to a bookshelf and opening a door on the front, scanned the titles, before picking one. She fed it into the vcr and walked back across the room. As she did so, she took off her top, and a few steps later removed her bikini bottoms as well. She stalked across the room, naked and beautiful. She tossed her hair before walking over and sitting down on the couch to my left.

Her friend Angie, seeing this, also stood and doing a quick bump and grind strip tease, also removed her bikini before taking a place on the same couch to my right.

I was trying to take all this in when the tape header ran out and the opening scene formed up on the huge plasma screen. The soundtrack of the tape, which opened up on a large round room, accompanied this. The room was carpeted wall to wall, in luxurious pale pink shag rug; with several beds or couches that seemed to part of the floor. There was a wet-bar against one side, and mirrors on the walls and ceilings. The room was empty except for an area that looked very much like a large playpen.

The playpen looked like much of the others I’d seen, except for the size and it’s contents. Where a normal child’s pen had toys and objects in it to keep them busy, this one was at the same time familiar and unfamiliar. Instead of a child’s toys the pen was half filled with sex toys of various sizes, for both men and women.

There were dildos, vibrators, plastic pussies and all manner of devices designed to allow a person to masturbate. The pen was in the center of the floor and slightly elevated so that it provided a great view of the entire room.

"In order to get into the room," Marilyn said; "you have to take a shower and enter through either the left or right doors. Hanging in just past the showers are a bunch of robes. That’s the key to our system. If you go into the room, you consent to keep quiet about it. You can’t go in the room without being naked under a robe. If you stay in the room with your robe tied shut, you’re just there to watch, or to use the playpen. If you untie your robe but leave it on, you’re ready to be approached and asked. If you take the robe off, you’re ready for anything and you can jump in and begin."

"Why all the rules?" I asked.

"So no one can say later on that they were forced to do anything against their will," she replied. "I also videotape every session. That also provides evidence and to be honest with you I get off watching."

"So what tape are you showing me?" I asked.

"This is Donna’s first trip into our special gym," she answered. "I have another regular gym on the first floor, next to the pool and hot tub. If you’ll watch you’ll see in a minute what happens."

I watched as Donna and the other two women now with me entered the room. At first she stopped and just looked around. She was still looking around as Marilyn began to explain the rules to her. I saw her startle when the door to the right opened and six people walked through it.

There were four women and two men. They walked into the room and just as they crossed the threshold began to drop their robes to the floor. The women were all gorgeous. There was a dirty blond-haired woman, with immense tits. Two men attended her, a large black man with a big long cock, and a white guy with a weight-lifters build.

Three of the women seemed to be together, a slender black girl, a sultry looking hispanic girl and a white lady that was about ten years older than both of them. They began to fall into each other’s arms and kiss and fondle each other with wild abandon.

The two men started to perform some very slow and erotic foreplay on their lady friend. They broke off, one going high while the other tended everything below the belt.

The three women were at this point all horizontal and were touching, licking and biting in all manner and fashion. The older woman seemed to be calling the shots and directed the others to first attend to her tits, before they passed on to licking their way down her body, to her thighs and pussy.

Donna and the other two stood watching. Marilyn and Angie stroking and petting each other while Donna stood huddled in her robe. She finally noticed the behavior going on beside her when she heard Marilyn moan, when Angie began to playfully nip on her nipples.

She stepped back and tripped over the railing to the playpen. She landed ass over teakettle on the floor of the pen, with her robe billowing up and settling on her chest and shoulders.

This made both of the Marilyn’s and Angie’s in both the tape and sitting uncomfortably close to me begin to laugh. The on-screen duo reached in and with much squirming and giggling pulled her back to her feet.

At that point the onscreen pair also removed their robes and asked Donna to do the same.

She just shook her head, in a bit of shock I think.

"The playpen is the safe zone in here," the videotaped Marilyn said. "You can stay in there and watch, or play with yourself while we play out here if you choose. Just remember the rules, if you don’t want to play, don’t untie your robe."

The tape continued. As I watched I realized that the people who were taping this, there had to be at least three of them, were shooting from behind the mirrors. They had to made of one way glass. The view changed quite a bit as the various cameras recorded all the action.

After a few minutes I noticed Donna settle down in the playpen and begin to finger herself under the robe. The robes were made of black terry cloth and must have been very thick. After a very short time I saw her begin to perspire pretty heavily. Of course by that point she’d grabbed up a medium sized dildo and was stroking it in and out of her pussy slowly.

As I watched this, I felt a hand begin to lightly brush the front of my jeans. First brushing the area from the middle of my thigh towards the large peak formed by my now diamond hard cock. I began to see spots in front of my eyes, as she began to stroke faster and moving in a circular pattern.

I looked to the left and there was Marilyn grinning like the Chesire cat as I tried to watch both the actions on the screen and her at once. She continued stroking my cock through my pants and also began to undo my belt. As she did this, I saw Angie stand and quickly kneel down on the floor between my feet.

Between the two of them they made short work of both my resistance, not much I have to say; and my clothes. In just a minute or two they had completely undressed me.

Now let me say for the record that this was an extremely weird situation. Here I was watching my wife masturbating on tape, in the middle of an orgy, while two incredibly hot women were working me over. I’m not the kind of man to cheat on my wife, or play the field, and I’m not gay. I’ve been known to get turned on watching the occasional porno and even after 22 years with my wife, I still find her incredible sexy. But I mean really. What was I supposed to do, Ask them to stop?

While Marilyn provided a blow by blow, so to speak, Angie lowered her head to my cock and began to gently nip at it with her teeth. She broke this up with a variety of licks. Some of, which were long and slow, like she was eating an ice cream, while others were like quick jabs and flicks. She followed this up by slowly engulfing my cock and sliding me down her throat.

"See here is where Tommy comes in and says hello," Marilyn said quietly pointing at the screen.

At this point a very tall and well-built white man entered the room. He came in from the left-hand door, and looking around quickly walked over to the playpen. He kept his robe on and as he approached I could see him reach down and straighten his cock under his robe. He was watching Donna busily hammering a bright red vibrator in and out of her pussy while she writhed around the floor of the pen, with her eyes closed.

He walked over to the pen and watched her while she began to finish off. When Donna has an orgasm she tends to jerk a thrash around a lot. It’s my number one hint that all is well. She loves oral, and I’ve watched her use a vibrator like this before in our own bedroom, and I could tell she was about done. As he watched he reached under his robe and began to stroke himself slowly.

As I watched the action on the screen the action I was receiving was also picking up. Angie had slowed down a lot and began to lick and stroke me, while teasing me by taking her mouth off my cock and gently blowing the tip dry. Looking down I saw her gently pursed lips puffing on my rod, as she looked up and winking took me deep into her mouth again.

I switched back to the screen for a minute. This was during a cut-away and I could see what the others were up to. The three women had formed a chain and were busily munching each other cunts like there was no tomorrow. Somewhere they’d gotten a hold of some golden vibrators and were also stroking each other as they ate. The older woman came first screaming like a banshee. The other two finished within a few minutes. They lay there covered in sweat and their own cum, panting like tired hounds.

The other threesome in the room, had also been busy. The woman had the black man’s immense cock buried to the hilt in her throat. Every time he pulled out she took a deep breath. You could tell just how big this guy’s tool was, because every time he rammed it back into her mouth, her throat bulged out like it was about to pop. He was on his knees feeding her this slab of meat and pulling on her tits. The white guy was busy as well. He started out by noisily munching her snatch and rubbing his face all up and down in it. He must have rubbed every square inch of his face in her pussy. He was trying to cover his face, head and neck with her juices. After doing this for a few minutes he reared back, and with a single huge grunt, slammed his own fairly large cock home in her wet pussy. The microphone pick-ups must have been extremely sensitive or in just the right place, because you could hear the juices sloshing and squishing.

A quick cutaway followed this again to my Donna as her orgasm hit. She began to thrash around like she always does, and as she did so her robe flew open and exposed her to the room and the view of the stranger looking over the edge of the pen. As I watched this I saw him also undo his robe’s belt and slip it off to stand there naked and stroking his cock as he watched my wife cum.

This just about sent me over the top as well. I know that Donna had dropped a lot of weight and had really toned up, but here on the screen it was like watching her for the first time. She was beautiful, glowing like a star, with that freshly fucked look that only women get after a killer orgasm. As I watched she began to pant her own way down from her high and opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Tommy’s cock only a few feet from her face.

She squirmed and scooted back to the far edge of the pen. Tommy stayed where he was, standing there taking her in while slowly rubbing the end of his cock.

"Something new has been added," he said sarcastically. "Who’s our new toy?"

"I’m just here to watch," Donna stammered. "That’s why I’m in the playpen."

"Yes I can see that," He replied. "But you can’t expect me not to watch you, in return can you? Besides, your robe is untied."

She had just noticed the same as she began to try to straighten out the robe, pull it out from under her ass and tie it at the same time. I was feeling pretty good as well, as Angie began to really tease me. She’d take me to the very edge of orgasm and then back off and gently squeeze my balls. This was just enough to keep me going while not letting me over the edge.

"You may as not bother," Tommy said on the screen. "I’ve already seen everything you have, and watched you cum. As you can see I have nothing to hide. Besides, you still have the robe on, you can always say no, and no one will be hurt."

Donna seemed to think about it, and seeing how stupid it was just let her hands fall to her sides. She did sit up a bit and covered her breasts with her hands.

At this point there was another cut away to Marilyn and Angie. Marilyn had an immense strap-on plowing into Angie’s asshole. The dildo part of it must have been at least two feet long and about six inches thick. Marilyn was really slamming in her at this point. Angie was just moaning and thrashing at this point. She reminded me a lot of Donna when she came.

"So what do you think of all this," Tommy asked Donna.

"It’s a bunch to take in at once," She replied.

"Yeah, but Marilyn told you about this, and you did come down here on your own two feet didn’t you?" he asked. At this point he’s gotten down on his knees, and while he spoke to her, continued to stroke his cock slowly.

"I wish you wouldn’t do that," she said quietly.

"Do what?" he asked.

She simply pointed to his groin, as his hand continued its slow circuit of his dick.

"Oh that," he said. "I’m sorry I didn’t even think about it. Most of the time I have it in somebody’s mouth or cunt by now. I’ve never had to stroke it this long."

"Like I said this is a lot to take in at once," she whispered.

I noticed that the entire time she spoke to him, she never took her eyes away from his erect cock. As she spoke I saw her lick her very dry lips more and more often. I’ve been around her long enough to know that look in her eyes and the action of her lips and mouth.

She wanted his cock. I mean really wanted it. She was getting wet just thinking about it and she was trying to figure how well it would fit in her mouth. He must’ve noticed the same thing.

"Is there something I can help you with?" he asked.

"No, I don’t think so," she said with a shaky voice.

I was watching this scene while Marilyn spoke quietly in my ear and Angie continued her slow torture of my cock.

"She told me later that she wanted his cock the first time she saw it," she whispered. "She really did try to hold off against her urges, but she was just too turned on. She’d watched all the action in the room, and had just had a massive orgasm. She just had to touch someone else, to feel their flesh and make sure it wasn’t all a dream."

Tommy continued speaking to Donna. Ignoring her earlier plea, he continued to stroke himself. The dark red-blue head of his cock was covered in pre-cum and glistened softly in the light. If you looked around the room you could see that all of the other action had stopped. They were all watching the tableau playing out in the playpen.

Donna couldn’t see any of it at this point. All she had eyes for was Tommy’s cock. As he slowly teased her with it and watched her face turn first red with embarrassment then go pale with lust.

She began to reach forth her hand across the invisible barrier of the pen’s wall. Just as she touched his cock he quietly purred.

"You need to take your robe off," he said very quietly.

She stopped frozen in place. It was if she’d been turned into a photograph, unmoving not blinking just a still life image. After a few seconds she reached up and shrugged the robe off. It fell to the floor as he reached forward and taking her by the hand helped her step over the playpen wall.

They stood and came together, deeply tongue kissing. As she returned his kiss, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth, she reached down and gently, tentatively began to stroke his cock. She rubbed the head of it and drawing up some pre-cum brought her hand up to her mouth and slowly licked it off.

After she lapped his pre-cum from her hand, he brought his hand around the back of her head and drew her mouth to his again. They shared the taste of his cum, between the two of them, swirling their tongues around and around.

As she was stroking him and they shared the cum, he reached up with his free hand and began to gently kneed and brush her nipple. She moaned in his mouth as he did so.

Donna’s tits are remarkably sensitive. If she’s had the right things done to her, or if she’s sufficiently turned on, she can cum just by touching them.

"She had her second orgasm then," Marilyn whispered into my ear. "Everyone was watching them. They were so hot."

I was feeling pretty hot then myself. Angie’s ministrations on my cock were beginning to work me over the top. While she continued to tease me, I was getting to the point of no return faster and faster. She was also lapping up all the pre-cum I could ooze. There was a lot of it as well. It was stringing back to her mouth like some kind of obscene web linking her mouth to my cock.

On the screen Tommy had begun to reach over to place his hand on Donna’s pussy. He gently reached between them and placed his hand on her hair and began to push a finger into her.

"Stop," she moaned into his mouth. "It’s too much, too soon."

"Fine," he replied. "What do you want?"

"I want your cock," she whimpered, "I want to taste your cock."

"Be my guest," he said calmly.

At this point Angie began to hum around my own cock. She started with some unknown but simple tune that while I really couldn’t follow, sounded wonderful.

Returning my gaze from Angie’s slow slurping of my cock to the screen I saw that I’d missed a few minutes as I saw Donna on her knees in front of Tommy. At first she just looked at it.

She stared at the shape of it, the size and texture. I could see her tracing the veins in it with her eyes, and she reached up to push and prod it back and forth. She looked at it from all angles.

Whoever was doing the filming must have been really professional. The camera never wavered, it was rock steady as it zoomed in on the close-ups or pulled back for the full body shots.

She finally began to lick his cock. Having been on the receiving end of many of her blowjobs, I can tell you that there is nothing finer in the whole world. The way she moves her mouth, snakes her tongue back and forth and sucks on the very end is like a slice of heaven. She can, depending on her mood, keep you hard for hours or bring you to an earth-shattering orgasm in minutes. Your own stamina has very little to do with it. She’s just really good at what she does. It must be natural talent, I know I didn’t teach her.

At this point I was really about to pass out. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears, and my breathing was getting more and more shallow. I could feel my own release quickly building, to overload. As she again took her head away from the end of my cock, to tease it I grabbed the back of her head and began to fuck her in the mouth. She stayed on it and deep throated my cock, tensing and releasing her throat muscles on the end of my dick.

On the screen I could see that Donna was going for speed, not teasing. She must have really been turned on. She was gulping his cock down like she was eating her last meal. Tommy didn’t stand much of a chance. To give him credit, he did last longer than I ever did, when she’s done the same to me, but in the end, he was lost.

He began to thrust and groan shoving his meat in and out of her throat, grunting sounds were coming from her, as her cheeks puffed out and her throat bulged with his thrusts.

Looking down I saw much the same, and realized with a start that Angie was sucking me exactly like Donna had. Donna must have trained her in the fine are of cock sucking. Angie was both an apt and eager pupil. Many of the tricks Donna used to make me go longer and harder were being done to me by someone I’d only met an hour before.

On the screen the inevitable occurred. Tommy roared and arched his back as he came. Donna, sensing the bulge at the head, that was the signal, pulled back just slightly to allow his sperm to wash over her face and spray into her mouth. She gulped it down and when he shot again, was right there to catch the next spurts. She licked the cum off his cock and when it began to ooze out, began to rub her face with it, smearing it from lips to forehead.

Seeing this finally sent me over the edge. I felt myself go. Angie took the option of keeping suction on it as it spurted. I shot load after load of cum into her mouth as she milked it with her mouth and tongue. She opened her mouth at the last to show me the pool of cum collected on her tongue as she licked her lips, coating them with my goo.

Seeing this, Marilyn jumped down off the couch and began to kiss Angie’s mouth, tongue kissing her, and licking her lips eagerly. She also helped clean my cock by slowly licking and swirling her tongue on the end to catch it all.

I quickly looked back to the screen to see Donna doing the same with both the women I had here in front of me.

"So, what do you think?" Marilyn asked.

"I don’t know what to think," I answered. "It’s hot, and I can see that no one forced her into it. I really don’t know what to think. Can I ask a question?"

"Sure," she replied.

"You said earlier that this is how she exercises, does that mean there are more tapes?"

"Oh yeah," she replied, "But that’s another story."

ning her blouse, she had resigned herself to staying in the privacy of her own house. Tonight however, she had no choice but to leave.

It was her birthday and Adam wanted to do something special. He had saved up some money from his paycheck from the computer store he worked at, and made reservations at one of the nicer restaurants in town. Despite how nervous Tristan was about going, she agreed to make her son happy.

She looked over at her son, noticing how mature he looked now. Just as they were pulling in front of the restaurant, Tristan realized that once again her mammoth breasts had decided to expel milk.

"Damn it" she said disappointedly. "I can’t believe it happened again."

Tears filled her eyes as she looked over at her son. He was slightly disappointed, knowing now the plans had to be cancelled. He had so looked forward to taking his mother out for a nice dinner. He smiled at her, placing his hand reassuringly on her shoulder.

"It’s ok mom. I’ll take you home and we can celebrate there." he softly replied.

Tristan looked up into her son’s eyes, seeing the love and compassion he felt for her. The two of them had relied so much on each other over the years it seemed now he felt it was his turn to take care of her. The two of them were quiet on the way home, making time seem to pass even more slowly than it actually did. She kept adjusting her jacket, trying to cover the wet material.

Once they arrived home, Adam helped his mother out of the car and led her into the house. After getting her settled in her room to change, he made a phone call and ordered in delivery from the Italian place down the street. He was disappointed that it was going to take so long and nearly reconsidered when he noticed that she had not returned from her room, worrying him that something was wrong.

As he crept up the stairs, he listened for any indication of what she was up to. When he stood at her slightly ajar door, he could hear her sobbing softly. He peeked in to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only a pair of white cotton panties, her face buried in her hands as she cried.

"Mom?" he said as he pushed the door open. "What’s wrong?"

Tristan grabbed for the blanket to cover herself, causing her to hit her sore breast with her arm and more milk to spill from her thick brown nipples. Adam didn’t even seem to notice that she was naked, his eyes remained locked on her face. He knelt down on one knee in front of her, looking up into her face as she stared back at him.

He reached up wiping away the tears. "Mom what’s wrong?" he asked in a concerned tone.

"Look at me Adam. I am disgusting. My breasts are sore and constantly leaking milk unless I pump them several times a day. I haven’t been able to shave my legs or anything else properly since my stomach has gotten so big. I am hideous." she sobbed.

"Mom you are not hideous. You are beautiful." he answered.

More milk leaked from her, wetting the blanket she clutched to cover her bare breasts. She began to cry harder, making Adam notice the wetness. He tried to stop her tears, wanting so badly to see her smile again.

"Where’s the pump mom?" he asked softly, hoping to help alleviate some of her stress.

"It’s on the dresser over there," she answered as she pointed toward the opposite side of the room.

Adam stood up, spotting the device and going to retrieve it. Just as he started to pick it up, he dropped the device, causing it to clatter to the floor. They both watched in horror as the cup that covers the nipple snapped off sharply. His face went white with horror as he picked up the pieces, trying to put it together again.

He turned to his mother, unsure what to say or do.

"I’m... I’m so sorry mom." he said as he presented her with the broken pieces.

"Oh god no," she whispered as she tried not to break into tears again.

"I’ll go pick up a new one tomorrow mom. I promise. I didn’t mean to..." his words were cut off.

"It’s ok Adam. I can get another one tomorrow. I don’t know how I’m going to deal with this tonight." she answered, trying to compose herself.

Adam stared at his mother for a moment, wracking his brain to think of some way to ease the pain she was feeling. The only idea that hit him seemed so unorthodoxed and wrong he was almost afraid to suggest it, but seeing her grimmace as from the pain of her aching breasts, he knew he had to do something.

"Mom, I want to help," he said, moving his hand to the edge of the blanket as he started to gently pull it away from her mammoth breasts.

"Adam what are you doing?" she shrieked, shaken by his action.

"Mom, it’s my fault that the pump broke, let me help take the pressure away." he said softly as he looked into her eyes. "I just want to help mom."

She eased her grip on the blanket, letting him pull it away with ease. Timidly Adam cupped one of her breasts in his hand, bringing the distended nipple closer to his mouth. Tristan tensed up as she felt his warm breath on her skin, but remained still in hopes that his actions would help.

His lips attached to her breast as he softly began to suckle. Slowly Tristan felt the pressure in her left breast easing as he eagerly gulped down every drop of her milk. The taste of it was odd to Adam but not unpleasant. He knew deep down even if it was, he would still do his best to ease her suffering.

Despite his intentions, he could feel his body reacting to the feel of her warm breast cradled in his hands. Tristan too was feeling the familiar tingling, causing her to groan slightly. Her son’s mouth voraciously sucked her aching teat, drinking down the thin liquid that it expressed. Soon the swelling was leaving as he drained her milk. He looked up at his mother as he let her nipple slip from his mouth.

"Mom, lay back on the bed, I know this can’t be very comfortable for you." he said searching her eyes.

"Ok Adam," she purred softly.

As she moved, he stood up quickly, hoping to hide the erection that now throbbed in his pants. Tristan caught a glimpse of the bulge as he moved, making her smile. She could not believe that her son was getting so aroused by sucking the milk from her breast. She laid back on the bed, getting comfortable as he moved to the right side and climbed on the bed as well.

Her panties were soaked with her musky wetness as his mouth found her nipple. The relief of having the excess milk drained, caused her to sigh happily as she stroked his hair. The scent of her dripping sex made it’s way to Adam’s nostrils, causing him to quickly realize that he wasn’t the only one who was affected by the actions.

He diligently sucked, savoring each warm mouthful of milk before swallowing it down hungrily. He tested his luck as his courage mounted, sliding his hand over his mother’s swollen belly and toward those white cotton panties. As his hand dipped down between her firm thighs, he could feel the soaking wet fabric graze his skin. He quickly brushed his fingers over the crotch, feeling more wetness seeping out.

Tristan moaned, lost in a web of desire. Her thighs parted slightly further as his fingers toyed with the wet material. He could feel her bulging pussy lips parting as he traced up and down them before moving to her clit. She let out a loud moan as his fingers strummed the little nub, causing her to tremble. It was the first time in months she had been touched by anyone but the doctor or herself. Her legs spread a little wider, inviting him to continue.

Adam needed no encouragement, his fingers moved over her dripping wet slit slowly as he pushed the panties aside. He could feel the heat radiating from deep inside her and knew he had to be in there. Two of his fingers pushed slowly between her lips as he carefully inserted it. He began to work his finger in and out of her as his thumb worked over her clit. Her hips began to rock to meet his pace, trying to force him deeper inside her greedy cunt.

His pants felt as if they had shrunk two sized since he began feeding on her delicious milk. It felt as if his throbbing cock was going to burst through the fabric that held it captive. He couldn’t resist it any longer. Adam reached down and unfastened his pants, working them down as quickly as he could.

Tristan knew as soon as his fingers left her cunt what he was about to do. She knew deep down that it was wrong but there was no turning back now. She had felt his touch and her body yearned for more. Then for the first time, she felt the smooth tip of his cock rub against her pussy lips. She let out a soft gasp as they parted for him, letting him ease the head in.

His lips released her thick brown nipple as he positioned himself on all fours between her legs. His eyes met hers as he searched them for a sign of forgiveness for what he was about to do. Instead he was greeted with the same lusty stare he possessed. Her hips lifted slightly off the bed, silently offering herself to her son.

He gently began to sink into her, filling her with his swollen shaft. Tristan let out a loud moan as he soon hilted himself inside her. All 7 inches of his cock were hugged by her velvety walls as he remained still for a moment, enjoying the feel of her pussy wrapped around him. His head lowered as he once again took her nipple into his mouth and suckled as his hips began to pump.

Tristan could not believe how intense it felt. The feel of his mouth working her breast and his rigid cock filling her, quickly brought her to the first glorious orgasm of the night. He let her nipple slip from his mouth as he looked up at her, resting his weight on his knees and hands as much as he could. He leaned down and passionately kissed her as he plunged deep into her wetness once again.

Her tongue sought out his as she wrapped her arms around his well toned body. She knew from this moment on she wanted only one man inside her. Another tumultous orgasm built up inside her, causing her hips to buck at a frenzied pace, but Adam kept control of himself. His thrusts were deep and slow, leaving her on the edge for several moments.

She sucked his tongue as it massaged hers, raking her nails down the center of his back as they kissed. Tristan needed release now and she was determined to get it. Adam’s willpower was quickly running out as she began to contract her muscles around him, milking his cock skillfully as it slipped in and out.

He moaned into the kiss, fighting with all his might to hold out just a little longer. He pulled back, staring down into her eyes as he began to pump harder and faster. He knew he couldn’t fight it any longer. He had to cum inside his beautiful mother. Adam gritted his teeth as he struggled not to get too rough and just jackhammer away at her like she was some cheap slut. He groaned loudly, throwing his head back as he cried out "OH GOD MOM,".

Tristan screamed in orgasmic delight, her entire body shaking as she drenched his shaft in her own juices as it pumped torrents of thick cum deep inside her already full womb. He collapsed against her as their orgasms trailed off. She tenderly stroked his hair as she held him close.

"My god Adam, that was amazing," she softly said.

"Mom, I have wanted to do that for such a long time. You have no idea how sexy I have always thought you are," he blushed as he told her. "I’ve wanted to make love to you since I knew what sex was. Now that I have.... I don’t ever want to stop."

Tristan was taken back by his confession. She had always thought he was an incredibly sexy young man but rationalized it as a mother’s pride in her son. Now that she had experienced his touch, she knew she had to have him as her lover permanantly.

"You don’t have to Adam. I want you as my lover from now on," she said with a soft smile.

Just then the doorbell buzzed loudly for several seconds. In his passionate pursuit, he forgot all about the take out. He quickly pulled his pants up and sprung off the bed. He was a bit disheveled as he opened the door to see the beautiful girl that sat next to him in english class standing there with the order. She blushed when she saw him.

"That will be $22.50," she said in a hushed tone.

He handed her $30 and smiled. "Keep the change." he said as he took the containers from him.

"Thanks, and have a good night Adam, though it sounds like you were already having one." she giggled and walked off the porch.

He quickly shut the door and laughed to himself. It didn’t take him long to gather up a couple of plates and silverware and return to his mother. After dinner was over, he planned to spend the rest of the night exploring his new lover in every way possible, but for now, food and rest was what they both needed.

 

 

le I'm in the kitchen, all I can think about is his huge boner. Just imagining myself in my cutest thong rubbing my ass back and forth on his huge dick. I'm so horny now, it's all I can think about.

I get back to my room and when I walk in he's sitting on my bed holding one of my thongs.
Shit!, I think to myself. I fucked up and left it out while I was jacking off. What the fuck am I going to do.

"Whose is this?"

"Oh, uh, must me my mom's.", I stammer. "It must have gotten mixed up in with my clothes."

"Bullshit. Theres no way your mom could fit into this. Do you wear this?"

"Yea.", I say, as I jerk it out of his hand. "It feels good. You gotta problem with it?"

"Nah. Hey, put it on for me. Let me see what you look like in it."

"No way man!"

"If you don't, I'll tell all our friends that you wear panties."

"All right, fine. But turn around."

He turns around and I take my pants off and put the thong on. It's a black sheer g-string. I can't fucking believe this is happening.

"Ok, you can turn around."

Jimmy turns around to take a gander. I see his jaw drop slightly. "Whoa, you look hot."

"No way!"

"No dude, really. Damn I didn't know you shaved your body. Turn around and let me see your ass."

I turn around and a second later I feel something poking in between my ass cheeks.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Yea. Does it feel good?"

"Fuck yeah it does. You know, my mom doesn't get home from work until 8 a.m. You wanna fool around?"

"Sure."

"Lay down on the bed."

He goes over to my bed and lays down. Wow, I can't fucking belive this is happening. My wildest fantasy coming true. I'm gonna have a real dick inside me. I climb up ontop and stradle him, placing my ass on his huge boner. I start grinding slowly back and forth on his dick.

"Oh shit.", he says. "That feels so good."

"Mmm, I know."

I keep slowing grinding him for a few more minutes.

"Ah man, quit teasing me."

I get off of him and he takes his sweat pants off, finally revealing his beautiful dick. It has to be at least 9 inches.

I take his cock in my hand and start stroking it, slowly.

"Oh, that feels good."

Then I start licking the tip as I stroke his cock. I slowly start to try to put the whole thing down my throat, but I just can't do it.

"I wanna fuck you so bad.", he whispers.

"Wait here."

I get up off the bed and grab some K-Y out of my drawer. I pull my thong out of my ass and lube myself up real good. I walk back over to the bed and rub some on his cock. His dick is glistening with the jelly all over it. I then stradle him again, pulling the string away from my asshole. I can feel the pressure of the head of his dick against my hole. This tip of his dick starts to go in.

"Shhh, ouch."

"Does it hurt."

"Yeah, a little."

I take it slow, little by little, until my ass cheeks are resting against his pelvis. I slide up slowly, and back down again, until my asshole is loose and I can really ride him.

"Oh God, your little asshole feels so good."

"Mmm, does it?"

"Oh, fuck yea."

After a few mintues I'm bouncing on his cock.

"Oh shit! Fuck me deeper man!"
.
He starts thrusting upwards with my downwards motion, getting his huge cock as deep inside of me as possible.

"I wanna swallow your load, so let me know when you're going to cum."

I keep riding his thick dick for 7 glorious mintues.

"I think I'm coming now!"

I jump off of him and get his dick in my mouth just in time for his hot cum to fill my mouth. It taste so good. I'm so horny I keep sucking his dick with the mouthful of cum, only this time I take it all the way. I finally slide my mouth up off his dick, making a popping sound when I take it out. I then swallow the mouthful.

"Oh my god that was so fucking great!"

"I know. My legs are so weak from riding you. Man we need to clean up."

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Yeah. Let's go have some fun in the shower."

The End.