Same thing, every morning.

"Sure," she says. "You can get to school late. What college is going to care if you don’t get to class on time?"

"Crap." I yawn, roll out of bed in my boxer shorts, grab the coffee, and head for the bathroom. Same thing, every morning.

So one night a few weeks ago, Mom went to a PTA meeting. As soon as she left, I called up my girlfriend Cindy and asked her to come over. We smoked a little weed and drank a little beer in the backyard, and then made out for a while in my room. It got late, my girlfriend left, and I fell asleep.

Next thing I knew: "Hey Big Guy, up and at ‘em!"

"Arrgh." I was a little hung over.

"C’mon, Rick, get up." She put one hand on my shoulder and the other hand on my butt, and started rocking me back and forth.

"OK, I’m up, I’m up!" Mom stepped back as I pulled away the covers and stood up. I heard her gasp, and I looked at her. She was staring at my crotch. I looked down. Shit! After Cindy left I had fallen asleep in the nude. Now I was standing right in front of my mom with a serious morning hard-on: all 8 inches was pointing proudly right at her. As I stood frozen there for a
moment, her eyes never wavered from my dick.

"Shit, Mom, I’m sorry!" I said as I climbed back into bed and pulled the sheet over me.

"What?" Mom hadn’t moved. She seemed to be in some kind
of trance.

"I forgot I was naked."

"Oh. That." She finally came out of it, and sat down on the bed. She put her hand on my stomach – dangerously close to my still rock-hard cock, I thought. "Honey, I’ve seen everything there is to see on you... although, not for a while, I admit. You’ve... um, been developing nicely, I see. Nothing to be embarrassed
about."

"Jeez, Mom, I’m embarrassed that I was standing in
front of you with a hard-on."

"Honey, that’s perfectly normal, especially in a young man your age. I’m your mom and I love you, and nothing you do can embarrass me, Sweetie." She gave me a little hug and stood up. "Now, get up and get into the shower." She stood back from the bed and waited.

Feeling sheepish, I pulled back the sheet and rolled out of bed. As I stood up, I saw Mom’s eyes move downwards towards my erection again. Before I could walk to the bathroom Mom stepped towards me, put her arms around me, and gave me a big hug. As I hugged her back, I felt my cock pressing through her nightgown and against her leg. "I love you, Rick," she said.

"Me too, Mom."

She let go of me, and I grabbed the coffee cup off the nightstand and walked out the door, feeling my mom’s eyes on my ass as I left. As usual I jacked off in the shower, but this time as I did it I was thinking about how my mom’s eyes had been glued to my erect cock. When I came, the force of it almost made me fall over. Hmm, I thought, I’m going to have to try this again.

***

The next morning when Mom came in, I was naked again. I got up and grabbed the coffee cup. "Sleeping in the nude now, are we?" she said.

"Yeah, I sort of like it," I said.

"Me, too," she said. I looked at her. She was staring at my hard-on again. Her eyes quickly moved up to mine, and her face reddened. "I mean... What I meant was, I sleep in the nude, too."

I looked at her nightgown.

"Of course, I throw something on before I make the coffee and wake you up."

"Why, Mom? Are you embarrassed to be naked around me? I  thought you said there was nothing to be embarrassed about." I sipped at my coffee.

"Umm... no Sweetie, of course not, but... well, I’m your mother." As she said this, her eyes couldn’t help straying down to my crotch again. I’ve never been the exhibitionist type, but I was starting to enjoy being naked around my mom. It gave me kind of a thrill that she liked looking at my dick.

"OK, Mom," I said. I gave her a hug, once again feeling my erection pressing into her. She hugged me back and gave my naked ass a little pat, which turned into sort of a caress. Then I walked off to take my shower, once again imagining that I could feel her eyes on my naked body as I moved.

***

The next morning when Mom came in to wake me up, she was naked, too. I got out of bed and stood up, and we looked at each other. My mouth hung open. My mom was a knockout! Long, toned legs. Slim waist. Beautiful full, firm breasts. Her nipples were erect. My first thought was, "She’s cold," but then I detected the faint scent of her sex in the air. My mom was aroused.

As we continued to stare at each other, my penis, which had been soft and hanging down against my legs, now began to harden. My mom watched as it slowly thickened and hardened to its full 8 inches and pointed directly up at her.

"Is this OK, Rick?" she said. Shyly, as if she were afraid that I’d be shocked, or that I wouldn’t approve of her body. "I enjoy being naked, and after our, umm, our talk yesterday morning, I decided that it was silly for me to hide my body from my own son."

"Sure, Mom, of course it’s OK. My god, you’re beautiful! I had no idea. You could be a model."

She blushed, then did a little pirouette that let me see her gorgeous, tight little ass. When she had turned all the way back around, I realized for the first time that her vulva was totally hairless – either shaved or waxed. Also, although she was tanned, there were no tan lines anywhere on her body. Her flawless tits and ass were uniformly browned like the rest of her.

"Thanks, Sweetie. I try to stay in shape."

"It’s working, Mom. You’re hot! Can I ask you a question? How do you get an all-over tan? Do you use a tanning bed?" I was hoping to keep the conversation going as long as possible, afraid that I’d never get another chance to see my beautiful mother’s naked body.

"No," she said. "Sometimes when you’re at school, I lie out in the backyard and get some sun."

I drooled at the thought of my sexy mom lying naked by the pool. "Really?" I said. "What about the neighbors?"

"They can’t see anything over the fence, Sweetie. You should try it sometime. It’s good for the soul."

"Maybe I will, Mom."

Although she was talking to me, she was staring at my dick. I looked down. I was so excited that my erection was actually pointing up at a 45 degree angle, rather than just jutting straight out in front of me. Every time my heart beat, my dick would bounce up and down a little. It felt harder than it had ever been before. As we watched, a little drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip and slowly dripped towards the floor, trailing a long thin line behind. When I looked back up at my mom, she was licking her lips involuntarily.

"Can I ask you another question, Mom? I see that you don’t have any hair... down there. Do you shave it?"

She tore her gaze from my hard-on and looked up at me. "Oh, no, Sweetie. A friend of mine at work waxes me, and I wax her."

"Why do you do it?" I said.

"Oh, well, it just makes me feel really clean and sexy. And it makes... umm, well, some things, umm, more fun to do." As she said this, her hand moved down and unconsciously rubbed her mons. I thought I would cum right then, and a little gasp escaped my lips. She realized what she was doing, quickly removed her hand, and blushed again. The smell of her sex was stronger in
the air now.

"I get it, Mom." I looked down at my own hairy balls and dick. "Maybe I should get waxed, too. Could you or your friend do that for me?" Not that I wanted to get my ball hair pulled out, but I was excited by the thought of my mom actually touching me down there.

"Well... I’ll think about it. For now, you’d better hit the shower, Sweetie."

"OK, Mom," I said. I stepped over to her and hugged her. I’m just a little taller than she is, and when we came together my erection pressed up against her bare vulva. I felt my pre-cum against her skin. She gave a little shiver, then hugged me back. When her hand moved to pat my ass, I moved my own hand down and rubbed her ass, too. She shivered again, then gently pushed me
away.

I grabbed the coffee cup and walked toward the bathroom, my hard-on leading the way.

***

The rest of that week, Mom was naked when she came in with my coffee, and I was naked when I rolled out of bed. Rather than getting comfortable with the situation, I was more excited every day, waking up early and anticipating her arrival. I always had a
rock-hard erection when I got up, and Mom always looked (and smelled) aroused as well. Our "naked hug" was always the high point of my day, and I was turning into quite the exhibitionist.

The next week I took it up another notch. On Monday I woke up early with a raging hard-on, and decided to jack off in bed rather than in the shower. I put on headphones, but didn’t turn on the MP3 player. I pulled the sheet down, uncovering my nude body, closed my eyes almost all the way, and slowly started rubbing the length of my erect shaft.

When Mom came through the door, I heard her gasp through my headphones. To her, it looked as though my eyes were closed and I was listening to music as I slowly jacked my erect cock. Her eyes were riveted to my prick as she slowly walked to my bedside and placed the coffee cup on the nightstand. I thought she would
leave, but she just stood there, only a couple of feet away from me as I continued to jack off.

Keeping my eyes almost closed, I moved my other hand down to the base of my cock, then began to caress my balls. I heard her moan a little, and watched as her left hand moved down and began to stroke her hairless pussy, while her right hand moved up and stroked across the tips of her erect nipples. I smelled the scent of her sex, stronger than ever before. I was turning on my
own mom!

I was incredibly excited. Here I was jacking off in front of my mother, and it was making her horny. I was hoping that she would keep watching until I came, but was disappointed to see her suddenly walk out of the room. I guessed that maybe I had embarrassed her, or that the taboo of watching her own son engaged in a sex act was too much for her. But only a minute later, she returned carrying a small bottle. She sat down on the
bed next to me and put her hand on my shoulder.

I opened my eyes, feigning surprise. "Mom! Oh, jeez, I’m sorry!" I took off my headphones, but kept one hand on my prick.

"That’s OK, Sweetie." She looked down at my erect cock, and licked her lips. "What you’re doing is natural and healthy for a man your age. I brought you something that will make it more... enjoyable."

She held up the little bottle, and I read the label. "Astroglide?"

"Yeah," she said, flipping the top open. "I use it when I... it makes everything slick." She squeezed a little drop out onto her finger and rubbed it around for me to see, then rubbed her wet fingers on my arm. "See? Would you like to try it?" She held out the bottle.

"Umm, sure," I said. "Go ahead."

She looked at me. "You mean you want me to put it on you?" she said.

"Sure, I guess," I said. I figured that she would just drip it onto my dick, or into my hand. But instead she squirted some into her hand, put the bottle down, and rubbed her hands together. I let go of my dick and watched in anticipation as her hands moved toward my pulsating cock.

When her hands touched me, I couldn’t help moaning. It felt so good! First, both of her hands caressed my erection, moving up and down and twisting lightly around, spreading the Astroglide over the entire shaft. Then she moved one hand down to caress my balls, spreading the liquid across my nut sack as her other
hand continued to work my cock.

I looked at her face: she was staring at her hands moving up and down my erection, and gently moving my balls. She was breathing in short little pants, and her nipples looked hard enough to cut glass. Then she pulled her hands away from me and stood up.

"There," she said "That should make it a lot more comfortable for you."

"Don’t stop, Mom! Please, oh god, it feels so good!"

She stared at me without speaking, and I thought that maybe I’d gone too far. But then she sat back down on the bed and once again grabbed my big fat cock in her little hand. Again, I had to moan as she began working her hand up and down my shaft.

I moaned, "Oh, Mom, yeah" and she started jacking me off faster. The Astroglide made it feel great, much better and much more sensation than jacking off dry. And it also made things noisier: Mom’s hand made a rhythmic slap-slap-slap sound as she really began getting into it. After a while, I felt the familiar tingle. "Mom, I’m gonna cum!"

Her response was to moan a little, and to jack me faster than ever. The feeling started in my groin and spread up my stomach and down my legs. I watched as the first shot of my cum erupted from the tip of my cock and shot maybe three feet straight up into the air, then fell back down onto my legs and onto my mother’s arm.

"Ohh! Aaaaah! Aaaaah! God! Aaaaah!" I bucked and moaned as I continued to shoot my cream all over myself and my mother’s hand and arm. I placed my hand on her back and squeezed tight as my orgasm overtook me.

"Yes, Baby" she hissed.

The orgasm was so strong that I saw stars, and for a moment I was afraid that I might pass out. Slowly, my vision cleared and my cock stopped pumping its jism. Mom’s hand stopped its jacking motion, and her thumb moved over the tip of my cock, smearing my cum all around the head. It felt incredible. I was in heaven.

"There," she said. "Better?"

"Oh god, Mom, that felt amazing. The stuff is wonderful, and it feels so much better when someone else is doing it."

She looked at me, still rubbing the head of my dick with her thumb. "Do you do this every day, Sweetie?"

"Yeah, usually in the shower."

She looked away and was silent for a moment. "I could do this for you every morning, Rick... if you want.

"You’re kidding," I said. "You’d really do that for me? Why?"

She looked back at me. "Yes, Sweetie. Because you need it, and because I love you, and because... I enjoyed it, too."

"Sometimes I jack off two or three times a day," I said hopefully.

She laughed and stood back up. "Let’s just make this a morning wakeup thing for now." As she said this, she noticed my cum dripping down her arm. "I’m going to get something to clean us up," she said. I watched her naked ass move as she walked out, then watched her tits jiggle when she returned carrying a washcloth and a towel. She sat down and gently cleaned off my cock, balls, and legs, then wiped my cum off of her own arm
and hand.

"You’re still hard," she said.

"Yeah, well, this is pretty exciting for me."

"Me, too, Sweetie," she said. "Now, hit the shower."

I stood up and hugged her. This time, I let both of my hands grab onto her ass-cheeks, and pulled her body into mine. She moaned and ground her vulva into my erection, then put her hands on my shoulders, gave me a little kiss, and pushed me away. "Off with you," she said.

I grabbed the now lukewarm coffee and walked to the bathroom.

***

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday were the same: my beautiful naked mother entered my room at 6:00 AM, carrying a washcloth and the little bottle of Astroglide. She pulled sheet down to uncover my nude body, and applied the filmy liquid to my cock and balls. If I wasn’t already hard, she played with my penis until it was fully erect, then lovingly and expertly jacked me off until I erupted hard. I couldn’t believe my good luck!

I desperately wanted to caress her tits, play with her pussy, and more, but I was afraid that if I did, it would shock her and put an end to my fun.

On Friday morning she came in at the usual time, naked, but without the washcloth and Astroglide. Shit! Had she decided that jacking off her own boy was wrong? My hard-on was aching for her touch.

"Mom?" I said.

She smiled. "Don’t worry, Sweetie, I’m still going to take care of you. I just thought we’d do it a little differently today, if that’s OK."

She pulled the sheet and knelt between my legs, taking my raging erection into her hand.

"Are you going to jack me off dry?" I said.

"Not exactly." And with that, she bent down and took the head of my cock into her sweet mouth.

"Oh god, Mom!" I moaned. I watched as her head bobbed down, engulfing maybe half of my penis, then back up again, then down and up again several times. She tongued me all over, wetting my entire shaft, then took me back into her mouth and bobbed her head all the way down until my entire 8 inches were in her mouth, and her lips were against my pubic bone. My own mother was
deep-throating me. I can’t describe how good it felt.

"Mom, your mouth feels so good on my cock!"

Her answer was a moan. She began to suck me off in earnest: while her head bobbed quickly up and down, her lips created a strong vacuum that intensified the feeling. Then she encircled the base of my penis with one hand and used it to follow her lips up and down. She was working every part of my dick all of the time,
and it did the trick. I felt the tingle start.

"Mom, watch out, I’m gonna cum soon!" I expected her to pull her head away, but instead she moaned again and began sucking me harder and faster. I exploded into her mouth.

"Aaaaaaah! God, Mom!!" I began my usual bucking, and she put a hand on my abdomen to hold me down. Her mouth never left my cock, and I knew that she was swallowing my cum. No girl had ever done that for me, but my own sweet mother was doing it now. My orgasm finally subsided, and I stopped bucking.

"Ohhh," I said.

Mom pulled her mouth away from my dick and looked at me, and I could see a little trail of my cum dribbling down from her lower lip. As we looked at each other, her tongue flicked out and captured the cum droplet. She moved it around in her mouth for a moment, savoring it, then she swallowed. I shivered a little, and she smiled at me.

"Like it?" she said.

"Are you kidding, Mom? Can we do that every day?

She laughed. "Could be," she said. Then she bent down and licked up some of the cum that had continued dribbling out of my cock-head, and swallowed that, too. She frowned up at me. "You’re still hard."

I reached down and gently grabbed under her arms, and pulled her up to lay on top of me, face to face. "It’s because you’re so beautiful Mom," I said. My left hand moved down to caress her naked ass as my right hand moved behind her head, and I pulled her down to kiss me. Her eyes closed as our lips met, and her lips parted as my tongue found hers. She moaned deep in her throat, and ground her pussy into my hard-on as we passionately French kissed.

Then her eyes flew open and she pulled away, as though she’d just woken up.

"Well, umm... that was nice! I guess... I guess we should get you off to school now, heh heh." She stood up. "I sort of forgot to make coffee; I’ll do that while you shower."

I stood up too. "Mom, did I do something wrong?"

"No, Sweetie, I just... we have to be careful is all. Do you understand?"

"Sure, Mom, I guess," I said. What I understood was that although she was willing to get me off, she didn’t want it going any farther than that. She had drawn the line, but was maybe having a bit of a hard time staying on her side of it.

I moved to her and engulfed her in a hug, making sure that my erection pressed into her vulva again. I grabbed her ass and pulled her body into me, moving my hips a little so that my penis would rub against her pussy. "I love you, Mom," I said as I bent to kiss her. Once again, her eyes closed and her lips parted and we ground against each other as we frenched.

She moaned and grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me against her as she moved her own hips to increase the rubbing contact against my rock hard dick. I knew then that she would let me bend her over the bed and fuck her, and I knew exactly how wonderful that would feel. But I didn’t want to be the one to cross her line. I pulled away, and she opened her eyes.

"Rick?" she said.

"I’ll go take that shower now, Mom," I said. "I love you."

"Oh, I love you too, Sweetie." She smiled at me.

I slowly walked through the door and down the hall, hoping she would call me back to her, but she didn’t.

***

On Saturday Mom let me sleep in, but I was awake by 6:00 anyway, my body in need of my mother’s touch. I got up and messed around until 9:00, then went into the kitchen for some coffee. Mom was already there, dressed in linen shorts and a white cotton halter top.

"Morning, Baby," she said. Then she grinned at me. "It’s going to be a beautiful sunny day, and I thought I’d work on my all-over tan. Wanna join me?"

"Umm... honestly, Mom, I’m not so sure," I said.

"C’mon, Sweetie, like I said, it’s good for the soul. You’ve got to try it at least once."

"Well... okay."

So I went to my room, got naked, wrapped myself in a big beach towel, and walked through the sliding glass door off the breakfast nook to join my mom out on the patio. Our house is on a cul-de-sac and has a good sized backyard with a patio, a small pool, and several large trees with bushes and flowers between them. Because of the curve of the cul-de-sac, the neighboring houses are offset and our fenced backyard is very private.

Mom arranged two chaise lounges next to each other, and then removed her towel, revealing her beautiful nude body. She put the towel on her lounge and laid face down on top of it. "Ahhh," she said. Then she looked up at me expectantly.

What the hell, I thought. I took off my towel and laid face down, too.

"There," Mom said. "Doesn’t the sun feel good on your naked bum?"

"Yeah, I have to admit that it does."

Mom reached under her lounge and pulled out a bottle of lotion. She squirted some onto her hands and rubbed it onto my back, my legs, and my ass. "We can’t have you burning that fine little butt of yours," she said.

"You think my butt is nice?" I asked.

She stopped rubbing it and looked into my eyes. "Rick, you have the nicest body I’ve ever seen, and I’m not saying that just because I’m your mom. You have a gorgeous body, you big hunk!" She slapped my ass to make her point, then handed me the lotion.

"Now me," she said, laying back down.

"You want me to put this on you?" I asked. Stupidly.

"Yes, dummy, I don’t want to burn my fine little butt either."

I trembled a little as I squirted lotion onto my hands, then massaged it into her back. She sighed as I worked on her shoulders, then moved down to her middle back. My hands lingered over her breasts, which were smushed against the towel and sort of pushed out on either side of her. "We don’t want these to burn either, right?" I said.

"Nope, sure don’t!" she answered. I spent as much time fondling her breasts as I dared, then moved on to her lower back. I got more lotion and began to work it into her tight little ass cheeks, and she sighed again. As I moved further down she parted her legs a little and I had a beautiful view of her bare pussy mound. Was I supposed to put lotion there, too? I didn’t know, so to
stall for time I stroked lotion into one fine, toned leg, and then into the other. Down and back up, one hand on each side of the leg. As I slowly moved up each leg, my inner hand would brush up against her pussy, and she would give a little shiver, but she didn’t say anything.

Emboldened, I squirted a little more lotion onto my hand, then placed it gently onto her pussy mound and began to rub.

"Uhhn," she said, but nothing else. Her pussy was wet, so I knew that she was horny. I rubbed harder, up and down her pussy lips, and lingered over her clit.

"Mmmmm," she said, and propped her butt up a little higher to give me better access. I gave up all pretense of spreading lotion, and started rubbing her clit directly.

"Oh, Rick," she said. As I continued to stroke her clit, I wiped the lotion off of my other hand and slowly inserted first one, then two fingers into her pussy.

"God," she said, and began grinding her mound against my hands. "Faster and deeper," she said, and I complied.

By this time my cock was hard as granite and dripping pre-cum onto my mom’s butt. Again, I knew instinctively that I could mount her right there, and I wanted to do that in the worst way, but I was scared to go that far over the line.

"Rick! Ohhh... OH! God, aaaaahhh!!" Mom’s body tensed and her moan became almost a scream as she climaxed. "Ahhh, AHHH, Oh god, oh, oh, AHHHH!!" A little stream of cum shot out of her pussy and onto my hands. I hadn’t known that women could do that!

I slowed down, but continued to gently stroke her clit and pussy lips. First her body began to relax as she came down off her orgasm, but then it tensed again and I felt her vagina tighten around my fingers. My mom was having another orgasm! This time, she bucked like crazy and really did scream a little. My hands were dripping with her juices, and the towel beneath her was soaked.

As she came down from it, I removed my hands from her pussy and gently stroked her back. She looked around at me, and I was surprised to see tears streaming down her face.

"Mom? Are you OK?"

"Wonderful!" she said. "Oh, Rick, that was... certainly the best suntan lotion application I’ve ever had. I’m sorry about... all the noise and stuff."

"I enjoyed it a lot, Mom." I touched her pussy again, and she shivered. Then I brought my hand, covered in her juices, up to my nose. Mom watched as I inhaled her wonderful scent, then, one by one, put each finger in my mouth and sucked her delicious moisture off.

She shivered again as she watched me, then pushed me face-up onto my own lounge.

"Sweetie," she said with a smile, "I think it’s time to do your front."

***

I fell asleep shortly after Mom finished sucking me off. I awoke to the sound of a female gasp of surprise. Was somebody there with me? Afraid to move, I opened my eyes and looked through my dark sunglasses to see a young neighborhood girl staring at me through our sliding glass door, her mouth making a little ‘O’ of
surprise.

"What is it, Jenny?" I heard my Mom say from the living room. Jenny didn’t answer; she just continued to stare at my naked backside. Mom joined her at the window and smiled.

"Oh, I’m so sorry, Jenny. I’d totally forgotten that Rick is out there getting some sun. Do you want me to wake him up and have him put something on?"

Little Jenny never looked away from my body. "Uh... no, that’s okay," she said.

Mom looked at her, then at me. "Are you sure, Honey? Can you still help me clean up here with a naked boy asleep in the backyard?"

"Uh... sure! I was just a little surprised, but really it’s okay, Mrs. Johnson."

"All right, Jenny. Why don’t you start on this big window while I run down to the ATM to get some money to pay you with? I’ll be back in a little while."

"You got it, Mrs. J!" Jenny was recovering her cool.

After Mom left, I watched as Jenny slowly washed the inside of the big sliding glass windows. She must have done a crappy job, because her eyes never left my ass. The whole thing had given me a hard-on, and I decided to give her a good show. While she watched, I pretended to move around a little bit in my sleep, then turned over to lie on my back, with my head angled enough so
that I could continue to watch Jenny surreptitiously from behind my shades.

Jenny gasped. My erection was standing proud and high, sticking up in the air over my stomach. With the sun directly overhead, and Jenny only ten feet away on the other side of the big window, I knew she had an excellent view. I wanted to grab myself and start jacking, but I didn’t think I could get away with going
that far.

While I watched, Jenny slowly slid the screen door open and crept onto the patio. She walked to the side of my lounge, then knelt down next to me. Her face was maybe six inches from my cock, which was bouncing up and down a little bit in time with my heartbeats. Jenny licked her lips nervously and looked around.

"Rick?" she whispered. "Rick, are you awake?" She put her hand on my thigh, so close to my cock and balls. "Rick?"

I moved a little and tried to make breathing sounds like I was asleep. Emboldened, Jenny slowly moved her other hand onto my rigid prick. I couldn’t help moaning a little, and Jenny started. I moved around some more and settled again, trying to convince her that I was still asleep.

After remaining motionless for a minute, Jenny began inspecting my body in earnest. First her tiny hands played with my rock hard penis, moving up and down and around the shaft, and moving the skin around. Then she became fascinated with my ball sack, playing with the loose skin and moving each testicle around a little. Then back to my penis. I wondered if I was the first
guy she had seen naked, or maybe just the first guy with a hard-on.

Finally, she encircled the shaft with both little hands and clumsily began to jack me off. I didn’t want her to stop, but I figured that she’d be suspicious if I didn’t wake up now. I moaned, "That feels good," and put my hand on her back. "Jenny? What are you doing?" I took off my sunglasses and looked at her.

Her little hands stopped moving, and she looked at me in sudden fright. "I’m sorry, Rick. I just... I wanted to see the stuff come out."

"The stuff? You mean, my cum?"

"Yeah, I wanted to see your cum, Rick."

It was so sexy hearing those words come out of a little girl’s mouth. "Have you ever seen it before?" I asked.

"No. I’ve seen my mom and dad naked and making out before, but not close up." Her hands started moving on me, and I moaned again. "Let me make you cum, okay, Rick?"

"Okay, Jenny," I said. I reached down and showed her how to hold me for the greatest effect, and what rhythm to use as she jacked me off. When she got going right, her hands started making a familiar slap-slap-slap sound.

"Is this right, Rick?" she asked.

"It’s perfect, Jenny. It feels great. You’re a natural. I’m going to cum in no time."

She smiled at the compliment, then looked down at my dick. What’s this stuff?"

I looked down to see that pre-cum was streaming from the tip of my cock onto my abs. "It’s called pre-cum, and a guy’s dick always makes some when he gets excited. Grab some of it onto your fingers, and use it to lube up my dick."

She grabbed a big wad of my pre-cum and rolled it onto my shaft. It felt so good that I moaned yet again. She continued jacking me off with one hand as she raised the other hand first to her nose to smell my juice, then to her mouth. Her tongue darted out and tasted my pre-cum. I thought I was gonna cum then and there!

"Salty," she said. "But good." She started jacking me hard again using both hands. I felt the tingle start.

"Jenny, you’re doing real good. I’m about to cum."

She quickly moved her head directly over the tip of my penis, so as not to miss the show. Part of me wanted to warn her about how far my cum would shoot, but a bigger part of me wanted to see this happen.

"I’m cumming, Jenny, I’m cumming! Right now!! Aaaagh!!" My body started bucking and I watched as the first ropy wad of my cream shot directly into Jenny’s face. She gasped in surprise and pulled her head back, but not far enough: the second spurt of my cum landed right in her open mouth!

She’s a trooper, though; she never stopped jacking me off. What a sight for a horny young teenager: a pretty little girl, both small hands working up and down my spurting prick, and a big wad of my cum slowly dripping down her forehead and cheek.

"Ith’s in my mouf, Rick!" My body was still bucking and I was straining to get the most pleasure out of my orgasm, but I fought to keep my eyes on her face and was rewarded by seeing her swallow a big mouthful of my jism!

Finally, my climax was over, and I had to grab Jenny’s hands to stop her from continuing to jack me off. "It’s too sensitive right after I cum," I said.

"Oh, sorry Rick," said Jenny. She sat back on her heels.

"Umm... you’ve got some on your face," I said.

"Oh." As I watched, Jenny used a finger to wipe my cum off of her cheek and forehead, then popped it into her mouth and sucked it down!

"How does it taste, Jenny?"

"I like it!" she said. "You’ve never tried it?"

"No," I said, taken aback. "That would be kinda gay, I think."

"Who’s gonna know?" she said. Then she scooped a little cum from my stomach and held her finger in front of my mouth. "Try it," she said.

So I did. I wrapped my lips around her finger, sucked, and pulled my head back. Her finger made a little popping sound when it left my lips, and I had some of my own cum in my mouth.

"How does it taste?" she asked.

I rolled it around in my mouth and swallowed. "Salty, and kind of slimey, but okay, I guess."

"I like it," she said again, and then bent down and started licking the rest of my cum off my abs, my balls, and my cock. By the time she was done, I was rock hard again.

"Do you want to do it again?" she asked.

I looked at her, and over her shoulder I saw my mom watching us from the window. Shit, how long had she been there?

"Umm... not right away," I said. "You’d better do some cleaning before my mom comes home." Hearing that line, my mom hustled back into the living room and out the front door.

"Okay, Rick, but I want to do this again with you!" Jenny scampered back inside, just as my mom ‘came home.’

"I’m back!" said Mom. "How’s the cleaning going?"

"Fine, Mrs. J!"

"Oh, I see that Rick flipped over onto his back. Are you still okay with the nudity?"

"Sure, no problem," said Jenny.

Mom smiled at her, then pointed at her cheek. "You’ve got something there on your face, dear. Let me." Mom wiped the last trace of my cum from Jenny’s cheek as Jenny turned bright red from embarrassment. "Some kind of cleaning gook, I guess," said my mom, still smiling.

"Yeah, I guess," mumbled Jenny, looking at the floor.

My mom looked at me and, as I watched, she sensuously licked my cum from her finger. My mouth dropped open, and my hard-on raged.

Mom smiled. "Well," she said, "I’m going to go wake up my boy. I don’t want him getting too much sun out there." She came outside and pretended to shake me awake. "You’re insatiable," she whispered. "And that girl is only 12 years old!"

"It just kind of happened, Mom," I whispered, feeling guilty.

"I understand, really I do. I was young once, too," Mom said. Now get up and get inside; you really will get burned if you stay out here much longer." She pulled me up off the lounge and pushed me towards the house.

"Shouldn’t I cover up?" I said, pointing to the towel.

"Why?" said Mom. "Jenny’s pretty much ‘seen’ everything already, right?" Jenny looked up at the mention of her name, and stared at me standing there stark naked.

"Right, I guess so," I said, and walked into the house past Jenny, my hard-on bouncing in front of me. As I walked down the hall, I heard my Mom say, "So, Jenny, do you want to help me clean every weekend?"

"Sure, Mrs. J! And, umm, if it’s okay, I’ve got some friends who might like to play, er, clean here, too."

"We’ll see, Jenny," said my mom. "We’ll see."

***

Later that afternoon, I was lying on the bed reading when my mom came in, sat on the bed, and began unfastening my shorts. "Mom?" I said.

She smiled at me as she pulled my shorts down, exposing my cock. "Honey, after what I saw this morning, I realized that you need more than our usual once-a-day ‘treatment.’" She immediately bent down and took my entire soft cock into her mouth.

I quickly hardened as she worked on me, and in no time at all she had me moaning and bucking on bed and shooting my cum into her soft, warm mouth. She looked up at me and let her mouth open a little, and I could see that she was swirling a mouthful of my cum around with her tongue. She closed her eyes and swallowed, then licked her lips and looked at me and smiled.

"God, Mom, thanks!" I said. "But..."

"But what, Sweetie?"

"It’s just not as much fun when you’re dressed. I really like looking at your body."

"Oh. Well, I can fix that pretty fast." She stood up, shucked off her clothes, then laid back down next to me. I turned to spoon into her, and she pushed her butt back against me.

"Rick, I want you to know that any time you want me to get you off, I’ll be there for you. Hand job, blow job, or more. As many times a day as you need."

For the first time I reached around her and put my hands over her beautiful tits. My cock started to harden again.

"Mmmm, nice!" she said. She snuggled back even tighter against me, pressing my cock against her ass crack. I played with both of her tits, paying special attention to her hard nipples. One of my hands moved down and began gently stroking her pussy lips. She moaned and ground her ass against my hard cock.

"Mom, it’s okay for me to be touching you like this, right?"

She sighed, then turned in bed to face me. "No, Sweetie. None of what we’ve been doing lately is right."

"But I just meant..."

"I know, but let me explain. What we’ve been doing is called ‘incest.’ Do you know that word?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Our society believes that incest is wrong, mostly because bad things can happen when close family members have children together."

"I know," I said. "We learned that in school."

"Also, people are afraid that if parents and their kids have sex, it’ll mess up the kids’ heads."

"That won’t happen to me, Mom."

"I know, Rick. You’re a lot like me."

I waited.

"I haven’t always been an old fuddy-duddy, kid."

"Mom, you’re not!"

"Just hear me out. I first started having sex when I was Jenny’s age. I loved it, and I couldn’t get enough. Your old mom is a bit of a nympho, Sweetie. I had to have it all the time." Mom frowned. "After your father died, I pushed my sex drive down deep into a part of me that I’ve kept locked up for four years. But seeing your beautiful naked body and your big fat hard cock
unlocked that part of me, Rick."

I was a little shocked by all of this. Also, I’d never heard my mom say, "Cock" before, or anything stronger than the occasional, "Oh, shit!" when something really bad happened.

"I woke up a little at a time. First, you showed off that gorgeous body to me every morning, and I told myself that it was okay and healthy. Then you wanted to see me naked, and I convinced myself that that was okay, too. Then when I caught you masturbating, I really wanted to do it for you and you made that easy for me. Just a mother who loves her son and wants to
give him some relief and pleasure – nothing wrong with that, right?"

"You bet, Mom!"

"But I’ve always loved sucking cock, so I just had to have yours in my mouth. It was easy to rationalize moving from jerking you off to sucking down your jism: same result, only we were both getting what we wanted, you see?"

"Sure, Mom." Her dirty talk was really turning me on.

She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. "Today when you made me cum out on the patio, though, it became clear to me that what I really want is for you to fuck me. I need your big thick cock deep down inside of me, and I need it now. Can you do that, Sweetie? Can you fuck your mother without screwing up
your psyche?"

"Oh Mom..." I rolled onto her and kissed her deeply and passionately. "I’ve been desperate to fuck you for so long, but I’ve been afraid to even touch you!"

She kissed me and held me to her. "Don’t be afraid, Rick. You can touch me anywhere, and do anything you want to me. But right now, I need you inside me." She reached between us and grabbed my hard-on, and positioned the head of it against her very wet pussy lips. "Have you made love before, Sweetie?"

I was trembling as I felt her lubing my rod with her pussy juices. "Sure, Mom, a few times, but... I’m afraid I’m not very good at it."

She chuckled. "Oh, trust me, you’ll be fine. And we’ll both get better with practice. And, we’ll be practicing quite a lot, I think. I have to warn you, though: I’m a bit of a screamer, and I might bite and I might scratch a little. I sort of go a little crazy when I fuck. Ready?" As she said this, she pushed up a little bit, and the head of my dick pushed between the soft, wet folds of her pussy lips. We both grunted at the same time.

"Oh, yeah!" I said. I think I might have yelled it. "God, Mom, you’re so tight... tighter than Cindy!"

"That’s nothing," she said. "Hang on..." She grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me down onto her, and my full 8 inches plunged into her cunt.

The feeling was indescribable. She was so tight that my entire dick felt encased in a hot, slick vise. She started a low moan that quickly rose in volume and pitch. I could feel her vaginal muscles rippling around me. She started bucking and her head thrashed back and forth. It felt like my mom was cumming, and I hadn’t
even started moving yet!

"Mom, are you all right?" I said.

She looked up at me. Her eyes were beginning to tear up, and her breathing was ragged and shallow. "Yes," she panted, "I am." She grabbed my ass harder. "Now, fuck me! Fuck me hard, Sweetie!" I started moving my hips, slowly working up to a good rhythm. "No, goddammit! FUCK ME!!" She started bucking her hips up to meet mine, twice as fast as I was moving.

I got the idea. I started moving faster, really slamming into her, pistoning my cock in and out, grinding my pubic bone against hers as I bottomed out against her cervix. All the while I could feel her vagina contracting around my cock, and her juices spurting out, coating me. The vise-like feeling increased, and I didn’t know how long I could hold out, but I kept slamming into her. Sweat began to drip from my forehead onto her face.

"Yes, YES!!" she screamed. "GOD, OH GOD RICK!! FUCK ME BABY, FILL UP MY CUNT, MAKE ME YOUR WHORE!! OH GOD, OHGODOHGOD, AAAAAAGH!!!" Her vocalization was constant now, a mixture of moaning, screaming, and filthy talk, and her fingernails dug into my back. I couldn’t believe that this woman was my own, sweet mother! "SUCK MY TITS, BABY, OH PLEASE, BITE MY NIPPLES!!"

I sucked and nibbled both of her nipples as I continued pounding into her, and then finally felt the approach of my own orgasm.

"Mom, I’m going to cum." I started to pull out of her, but she grabbed my ass and pulled me to her.

"NO!! Don’t you dare pull out, DON’T YOU DARE! I need to feel you cum inside of me, Rick, I need it!!" She wrapped her legs tightly around me and began to buck up against me even faster, milking my dick, willing me to cum.

"OK, Mom, here it is... right now... Unngh. Ahhh! AHHH!! Oh god, Mom! OHHHH!! I’M CUMMING!!" I closed my eyes and rode the waves of my orgasm. I know that there’s really just a little fluid in an ejaculation, but it felt as though I were pumping quarts of jism into my Mom. The sensation was incredible; I almost
passed out from the pleasure of it.

"YES, BABY, YES!!" she screamed. "CUM FOR MOMMY!! CUM WITH ME, BABY!! OH, GOD, YES, I CAN FEEL YOU CUMMING INSIDE ME!!!"

Finally we were both spent. She stopped bucking against me, and I collapsed on top of her. We were both breathing raggedly, and with my chest pressed up against her sweaty tits, I could feel both of our hearts beating a mile a minute. Mom slowly regained her composure, and her eyes focused up onto mine.

"Oh, Rick, Sweetie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to let myself go crazy like that. Did I hurt you at all?"

"No Mom."

"I know I was screaming for a while. Did I say anything too shocking?"

"It was... different. But I liked it. I liked making you do it, Mom. Umm... did I make you cum?"

She burst into laughter. I thought she was laughing at the thought that I’d be good enough to bring her to orgasm. My face burned, and I started to pull out of her, but she grabbed me and forced me to stay deep inside of her.

"Sweetie, I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you. You were, in a word, magnificent! You’re a wonderful lover. I’m laughing because I started cumming the second you jammed your cock into me, and I didn’t stop until you came, too, and stopped moving. That’s just the way I’m built. When I make love, I can’t stop cumming until I
feel my lover’s cream spurt inside of me. Weird, huh?"

I kissed her. "Not weird, Mom. Great. It’s excellent that you can cum like that. I loved feeling it, and hearing it, and knowing that I was doing it to you."

"You don’t mind the screaming, Sweetie?"

"No, Mom, it’s a serious turn-on. Just thinking about it makes me want to do it again."

"Great, Baby!" Her hand moved between us and encircled the base of my cock, and she started moving her hips. "How about right now?"

"Wow, Mom. And you called ME insatiable!"

"Oh, that reminds me, Sweetie. Jenny and I had a little talk today. She understands that she can’t let any adults know what you did this morning. In return for that, I’m letting her bring two girlfriends over tomorrow to, uh, ‘sunbathe’ with you. OK?" She smiled sweetly up at me, but her smile was replaced with a
gasp and a moan as I started moving in and out of her again.

"Sure, Mom," I said as I pumped her hard. "Maybe I’ll let them put some lotion on my ass."

Mom started cumming and thrashing around again. "Yeah, oh, YEAH RICK, POUND ME!! POUND THAT FAT COCK INTO ME!!
SQUIRT YOUR CUM INTO MOMMY LIKE YOU SQUIRTED IT INTO
JENNY’S MOUTH, LIKE YOUR GONNA SQUIRT IT IN THEIR FACES
TOMORROW WHILE I WATCH, OH GOD, BABY, FUCK ME HARD!!!"

Life is good, huh?

time. So she wasn’t his favourite person in the whole wide world.

Which was why this moment was so fucking sweet.

The last time he’d seen her had been in court. She’d stood there looking all fucking demure as she gave her ‘account’ of what had happened between them earlier. The anger still burned like it was fresh every time he thought of it. He’d done a lot of things in his life, but he had never raped a girl. And present company excluded of course, he never intended to.

He would have accepted doing time for a crime that he had actually committed; there were sure as hell enough of those. But to be sent to the Marines for attempted rape when the whole thing was bullshit? That he couldn’t accept. Watching her stand there turning on the waterworks while she told the jury about how he’d held her up against a wall and finger fucked her until she begged him to stop? He would have gladly done the time for murder instead if he’d been able to run across the room and strangle her.

She’d treated him like she thought he was shit from the day that they met, although that still didn’t cool the full-on lust that he felt every time that he even thought about her. The stuck up English accent drove him so crazy that he couldn’t tell if he wanted to screw someone or kick the shit out of them. She knew he wanted her; she had to. Everyone else knew it. He tried his best not to make her mad at him, but he had to make a living. The city wasn’t an easy place to live for a half Irish punk without a father. Not that he was making any excuses for himself. There were other choices he could have made and didn’t.

She caught him one day selling weed on the school grounds. It was small time shit that normally people would just have gotten a warning about, but he’d been there too many times already. He found himself sitting in her classroom after the end of school every day for the rest of the month. Not that he really thought of that as punishment until the last day.

“This is the last time I’m putting up with this from you, Sean,” his teacher said, in full-scale Bitch mode. “You’re not a child any more and you’re certainly capable of knowing right from wrong. If you’re caught engaging in any illegal activity on the school grounds again you will be permanently excluded from the school. Is that clear enough for you?”

Sean looked over at his teacher and smiled mischievously. “It is,” he agreed. “But I’ve always wondered. Are you so uptight because your dealer isn’t coming up with the goods, or do you just need a good fuck? Either way, I can hook you up, you know?”

Harrison looked unimpressed. “Today is not a good day to try to provoke me, Sean,” she replied. “I have a lot of work to do and I can think of better ways of spending my time than this.”

“You mean than with me,” Sean growled, his sense of humour disappearing as he was suddenly reminded that he would never be good enough for her. He stood up and walked towards the front of the room, agitated. “Why the fuck is it that I’m not even worth the time of day?”

“You can think what you like,” she snapped. “Just do it elsewhere, please.” That was enough for Sean. He stalked towards her, his eyes smouldering. Lisa backed away quickly, until her back hit the classroom wall and she was trapped. Sean advanced on her until his chest was grazing her nipples and he grabbed her cheek, let his mouth almost touch hers. He stood there for several moments, his breathing heavy with anger and arousal.

She didn’t move, or scream, or try to push him away. She simply stood there, waiting for him to do whatever he was going to do. Her breathing was unsteady and she was trembling slightly, but she still didn’t fight him. He desperately wanted to turn his head just enough so that he could taste her, but he’d probably already done enough to get himself kicked out of the school.

Sean took a half step backwards. “I’m sorry,” he whispered softly, then let his hand slide down off Lisa’s cheek. “I’m sorry.” He left the room and didn’t look back. He’d expected her to have him kicked out for that, but she didn’t say a word to anyone. Which made him wonder about whether she had actually enjoyed the whole thing.

And that brought him back to his interpretation of the events so ashamedly described by Miss Innocent during their little courtroom drama. A couple of weeks after their not-quite kiss, she’d followed him into the students’ study room to continue an argument that he was trying to escape. He hadn’t finished an assignment for her class. Big deal. Like he was ever going to graduate from the fucking school anyway. She was arguing for argument’s sake, and she was driving him crazy. And turning him on.

Sean stomped off into the kitchen in the hope that she would leave so that he could wait until his raging hard on had gone. But no. Why would she follow him in there if she didn’t want anything to happen?

As soon as she walked through the door to the kitchen, Sean closed it behind her and slammed his body up against hers. He grabbed her arms and held them still with his left hand as he slid his right hand to her chin and held her mouth steady. He didn’t hesitate this time; he slid his mouth over hers and kissed her hard. Her mouth tasted like cream and he growled in ecstasy as he thrust up against her, the hand on her jaw moving down and onto her left breast.

He felt her groan softly as he slid his tongue into her mouth and his fingers over her nipple. She writhed against him for a moment, until he made it clear that he didn’t want to let her go. His hand slid into her shirt and cupped her bare breast and she turned her head away from Sean and moaned in pleasure, her face red with shame.

“I wanna fuck you baby,” Sean whispered softly, his hand sliding down across her hips and on to her thighs. He continued to kiss his teacher as he slid his hand back up her skirt and into her underwear. She moaned against him softly, squirmed as she tried to free her arms from his grip. He slid his fingers inside her gently, stroked around in a circle as he used his thumb to stroke over her clit. She arched her back against him in response, whining desperately against his mouth.

Lisa tore her mouth away from Sean’s and tried to catch her breath. He slid his mouth to her throat instead and continued his assault with his altogether far too talented mouth. God, he felt good. But she couldn’t do this. “Let me go,” she whispered softly, and he froze against her neck. “Please Sean.”

Sean straightened and slid his fingers out of Lisa’s underwear slowly. He slid both hands to her face and held her eyes level with his. “Tell me you don’t want me,” he growled, grinding his hips against hers slowly. She gulped.

“You’re a student, Sean,” she whispered. “And I’m your teacher. I’ll lose my career for this; please let me go. Please.”

And he let her go. And that brought them back to the courtroom drama. He didn’t know why she’d said what she did. Maybe she was trying to protect herself in case he tried to undermine her. It was bullshit anyway, whichever way you cut it. Being accused of rape – even attempted rape – would always put a damper on the rest of your life.

Sean watched with an arrogant detachment as two of his men marched the woman into his office and sat her down in the chair opposite his desk. He leaned back in his chair for a moment and savoured the fear that he could feel coming off her in waves. He usually wasn’t that interested in prolonging the agony, but this was certainly different.

He hadn’t seen her in ten years, but she looked almost unchanged. Her hair was the same chestnut brown and as glossy and poker straight as he remembered, although it seemed shorter now that he thought about it. She still had a gorgeously curvy figure and didn’t even seem like she’d put on a single extra pound. However, her beautiful big brown eyes were filled with fear and panic rather than her old holier than thou look, and he certainly liked the change.

Although Lisa looked the same as she had ten years earlier, Sean most certainly did not. He was no longer the gangly street punk that she remembered from his time at her school. He had grown into and developed his body to the point where he now had an impressive presence, even while sitting down. His once greasy looking half Puerto Rican features had matured, and together with a well trimmed goatee and beautifully modern, messily spiked haircut, made him look incredibly striking. His smouldering dark eyes didn’t hurt either.

She’d said that he’d never amount to anything. He had to fight to keep the smirk from his face as the bitch sat trembling in his office, knowing only too well how easily he could destroy her. In ten years he had built an empire that from nothing had turned into the strongest mafia family in the area. He was literally the most powerful man in the city and he had a hundred men snapping at his heels ready to do his dirty work for him just in case he didn’t feel like it.

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” Sean murmured softly, finally allowing a glint of satisfaction to shine through. Lisa almost shivered in fear.

“Look, Sean…” she started, finding it difficult to meet his gaze. She was terrified, and with good reason. Her voice lacked its trademark Bitch quality, and she suddenly seemed very fragile while on his home ground.

“Nobody has called me Sean in a very long time,” he said softly. She knew that, of course. He’d been in the news enough that she couldn’t possibly have missed his rise to infamy. Angel Morgan was always a source of interesting gossip.

“I’m sorry,” she replied. She was gripping her hands together in her lap painfully. “Angel. I know that we haven’t had the, um… most successful relationships in the past, but I promise you this has nothing to do with me.”

“Oh really?” Angel asked, one eyebrow raising in amusement.

“Really,” Lisa repeated, her eyes widening imploringly.

Angel leaned forward in his chair for a moment as he let the silence drag out. He was unsurprised to note that the change in the dynamics of their relationship had made him want the bitch even more than he had when he was a kid. After months of being bossed around and then having his life destroyed by her, having the ability to end her life in a second without even lifting a finger was a powerful stimulant.

“Because you understand how things look to me,” Angel murmured softly, deliberately allowing his eyes to roam over Lisa’s chest until she squirmed in embarrassment. “Don’t you?” She was silent, so he elaborated for her. “First you completely fuck up my life to save your own, and then when you see me actually get back on my feet, you can’t take being wrong, so you try to fuck me over again.”

Lisa’s eyes darted to meet Angel’s in panic. “It isn’t like that!” she whispered, her hands gripping her side of the desk in panic. “I promise you it isn’t! This has nothing to do with me, Angel, I swear it doesn’t!”

“And why the fuck should I believe you?” Angel asked, allowing his voice to take on some of his trademark menacing quality. He noticed her squirm again at that, and was amused to notice that she pressed her legs together very quickly. Getting wet?

“Because it’s ridiculous!” Lisa exclaimed. “Why would I try to draw your attention to me by doing this? What could I possibly have to gain from it?” It was true, it was ridiculous. There was no way on earth that she would have ever wanted to draw Sean “Angel” Morgan’s attention to her ever again. She had been less than amused to find out that her boyfriend had borrowed money from one of the mafia families. When she’d found out it had been from Sean Morgan, she had nearly had a fit. And when she’d found out that he’d borrowed it against her house and wasn’t going to pay it back…

She explained what had happened and Angel listened to her babble. It wasn’t until she had finished explaining the whole mess that she realised what kind of trouble she was actually in. Angel already knew the story, and he’d known all along exactly what had happened. He didn’t get where he was today by being ignorant of his business deals. He’d allowed her boyfriend to borrow the money against her house, and he’d done it in order to get her into this position. He didn’t care about the money, he cared about getting his hands on her.

The full weight of the situation now sinking in, Lisa sat silently, willing the tears not to fall as she waited for Angel to do what he was going to do. She had no idea what he was thinking; the man sitting in front of her was almost unrecognisable as the kid that had caused her so much trouble in his time at school. He was beautiful, and well dressed, and well built. And he gave off an aura of absolute self confidence that was both intensely attractive and utterly intimidating at the same time.

Angel sat back in his chair again, satisfied that Lisa now understood the situation that she was in, and the fact that she was completely at his mercy. “Do you have any idea how much money you owe me?” he asked softly. She opened her mouth to protest that it wasn’t her debt, but then realised that it was pointless. “No?” he continued. “Four hundred grand, baby. That means that your house belongs to me. And I am going to collect.”

Lisa closed her eyes and looked down as she felt a tear spill onto her cheek. If he took her house, she would have absolutely nothing left out of everything she had ever worked for. She dropped her head into her hands and whispered “Sean, please. This isn’t fair.”

“It isn’t?” he asked. “After you had me convicted of attempted rape when you knew it was bullshit? After you absolutely destroyed my entire life? Maybe I’m not being hard enough on you, is that what you mean?”

“I was not willing and you knew it Sean!” Lisa growled. “That’s why you were holding my arms down and had me pinned against the wall, if you remember! And this is a complete set up.”

“This is no more of a set up than what you did to me, you bitch,” Angel replied. “You moaned like a whore and you know it. And when you asked me to let you go, I fucking let you go. You did all this because you fucking liked it, and you were terrified that I would tell someone. You did it to save your own fucking ass and to hell with me.”

Lisa was silent for several moments, and then took a shaky breath. “What do you want from me, Angel?” she asked. “To take away everything I’ve worked for? Well you’ve done that. Can I please go now?”

Angel smiled nastily. “Do you really think you’re getting away from me that easily, baby?” he asked. “After ten years of wanting to beat the living shit out of you, do you honestly think I’m going to let you go now?” His voice had descended even more into his menacing tone, but was also becoming huskily sexy at the same time. Lisa gulped hard.

“Then…” she whispered, her voice breaking in fear. “What are you…?”

“Do you really think I care about four hundred grand?” Angel asked. Lisa frowned in confusion. “It’s not the fucking money that I want, baby. It’s you. I want to see you fucking suffer. I’m going to humiliate you and degrade you until you feel the way that I felt when you told the world that I’m a fucking rapist. And if you behave, then maybe when I’m done I won’t fucking kill you.”

Lisa sat in silence for a moment, until she could no longer stand the tension. “What are you going to do?” she asked softly.

Angel stood up and stalked towards Lisa’s side of the desk slowly. He pulled her to her feet and pushed her until she had her back to the wall. “You, baby,” he whispered softly as he slid his hand to her chin to hold her eyes level with his. “You are going to do anything that I want, for as long as I want, until I’m done with you. And if you complain, or you don’t perform exactly like I wanted, I’m going to beat the fucking shit out of you until you do. Do you understand?”

Lisa whimpered softly at the proximity of Angel’s body, but nodded obediently. There was no way that she could get out of this. He smiled, then moved so that he was pinning her to the wall and held her arms behind her back with his left hand.

“Feel familiar?” he asked as he slid his right hand against her breast. Lisa closed her eyes in fear; it did feel all too familiar, but a whole lot worse at the same time. Ten years ago she had known that she was in a public place and that she had a lot more chance of escape. Now… she was utterly at Angel’s mercy, and he had none to give. His body was hard and muscled enough so that she knew she had no chance of overpowering him, and even if she did, she would never be able to get far enough away from him to be out of his reach.

“I’m a rapist now baby,” he whispered, his fingers tightening over her nipple until she whimpered in pain. “I may as well fucking enjoy it.” He leaned down and kissed her, his body reacting instantly to the familiar creamy taste of her mouth. She moaned softly as she squirmed against him, gasping as she felt his dick press into her lower belly.

Angel slid his mouth to Lisa’s throat and continued to kiss as he slid his hand from her breast down and into her underwear. He stroked over her clitoris with his thumb and slid two fingers inside her and circled slowly, just as he had done when they had been in the school. “Aren’t you gonna ask me to stop, baby?” he taunted softly, and tears started to fall down Lisa’s face again. She was ashamed to realise that she was a lot wetter than she should be, and he knew it. She gasped as his thumb found the perfect rhythm on her clitoris to drive her crazy and held there, and his mouth continued to torment her throat.

Lisa moaned softly as her body started nearing orgasm. She was pushing as hard as she could against Angel’s hand, desperate for him to send her over the edge. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she bit her lip and had to concentrate on not letting herself collapse. She whined in desperation as he suddenly withdrew his fingers and stepped away from her, leaving her utterly frustrated.

Now that he had her, Angel was eager to fuck his little prize. But he’d been waiting ten years; he could manage to wait a few minutes longer. Especially if it added to her humiliation and discomfort. She was breathless and dishevelled and the look of shameful pleasure on her face was rapidly being replaced with anger and embarrassment. Good. He didn’t want her to roll over and beg; there would have been no fun in that. He walked back over to his desk and dropped his suit jacket onto the chair, then pulled off his tie and loosened the top buttons of his shirt. He slowly rolled up the sleeves of his shirt as he turned around to face Lisa again.

“Come here,” he whispered softly. She stood for a moment, weighing up her options. She didn’t want to act the slave and do as she was told; he was blackmailing her and had just totally humiliated her, after all. However, she didn’t have much choice in the matter. She eventually took a couple of small steps towards him as a token gesture of obedience. He was unimpressed.

“Come here,” he said again, his voice hard. He wasn’t used to having to repeat himself, and his eyes blazed angrily. Lisa gulped, and did as she was told, walking up to him so that she had to crane her neck to look into his eyes. He tangled one hand into the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled downwards until she took the hint and got down onto her knees.

It was obvious what he wanted, but Lisa refused to do anything without being told. Angel slid his hand to Lisa’s jaw and lifted her face until her eyes met his again. “You’ve got two choices baby,” he growled. “You can blow me, or not. But if not, you’re gonna regret it. It’s up to you.”

Of course now that she had a choice, she couldn’t possibly relent. Even though it meant that she was going to suffer for it (and then probably have to blow him anyway). Lisa lifted her chin in defiance and sat still, refusing to move. Angel raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“Let me put it this way for you,” he went on. “You can blow me, or you can blow every single one of the ten guys standing outside, and then me. Do you think you need the practice first baby?”

Lisa scowled. She had been determined not to give in, but what would be the point if it just meant humiliating herself in front of even more people? She slid the palms of her hands onto his thighs and stroked gently for a moment, then slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants.

She gulped in apprehension. He was pretty big, and Lisa had always had a well developed gag reflex; this was going to be difficult. She slid her hands back on to his thighs and stroked up and down slowly, feeling the muscles move beneath his skin. The suit certainly hadn’t over-exaggerated his build, and his legs were beautiful. Lisa slid one hand to her mouth and licked over her palm up to her finger ends, before gently gripping his shaft and sliding up to cup the head.

The soft moan that Lisa heard above her spurred her on a little, and she stuck out her tongue and lapped it from the base of his shaft to the tip, returning to gently lick over his balls before sliding back up and flicking her tongue into the opening at the top.

The feel of Lisa’s mouth on his dick was electric as she first started to suck and Angel moaned softly in pleasure, his fingers sliding into her hair and rubbing her scalp gently. As much as he had enjoyed his past achievements in getting to where he was today, even murdering his biggest competitors with his own hands didn’t compare to the feeling of elation he was experiencing at this moment. He closed his eyes and groaned harshly as Lisa slid her hand to his balls and stroked for a moment before squeezing gently.

She had him coming a lot quicker than he’d expected, and he was almost annoyed that she had gotten off so easily. She stood up again slowly, used her middle finger to mop up a dribble of his come that had landed on her chin, and then sucked her finger clean. She’d staged it to tease and it worked perfectly, but he was going to need a few minutes before he’d be ready to finally screw her into submission.

Lisa frowned apprehensively as Angel called another man into the room. He was one of the men that had brought her here in the first place, so she’d seen him before. He’d been there when they’d forced their way into her house and manhandled her to her knees - at his feet, no less. She remembered the feel of his palm on her face as he lifted her head so that he could see her clearly, checking that he had the right person. He was tall, taller than Sean, and also well built but not bulky. She knew very well that he would be able to handle himself in trouble.

Angel motioned for Nicky to come over to him, and whispered something in his ear that Lisa couldn’t hear, but she was pretty sure she wasn’t going to like it. He then walked back to Lisa and pulled her against him from behind, so that he could whisper into her ear and look over her shoulder.

“You’re good with your mouth, baby,” he whispered softly, stroking his fingers along her jaw gently. “You suck like one of my $1000 a night whores. And I am really gonna enjoy hearing you moan while I watch you squirming on the end of my dick.” Lisa shivered slightly, fearful of her own body’s response to his intentionally crude language. Angel smiled, nuzzled her ear for a moment before speaking again.

“You remember Nicky, don’t you baby? He brought you here.” Lisa nodded slowly. “Good. He’s my right hand man, and I trust him with my life.” Where was this going? “Which means that he ends up working very hard for me,” Sean went on. Aha. “Everyone deserves a break once in a while, don’t you think baby?” he asked. “Or maybe a little reward for their efforts?” Shit. “He was very good to you earlier today, wasn’t he? Stopped one of my guys from fucking up your face, even though you deserved it?”

One of the guys that had grabbed her had tried to feel her up. She wasn’t going to just put up with it. She smacked him in the face before shoving her knee into his balls full force. He was less than amused, and started laying in to her with his knuckles until Nicky arrived. He stopped him with one word.

“Did you even say thank you baby?” Angel asked, and Lisa shook her head slowly. She wasn’t exactly going to thank one of her kidnappers. “Don’t you think it’s time you did?” he asked, and she sighed shakily. “Just do for him what you did for me honey, and that’s all you need to do. You don’t need to fuck him, just show him what you can do with your mouth.”

Angel pushed Lisa forward gently and she took the hint. She walked up to Nicky where he was leaning against Angel’s desk and she gulped nervously. As embarrassing as giving Angel a blow job had been, she did at least know him a little. This guy was a complete stranger, and to get down on her knees in front of him and let him come in her mouth was utterly degrading. Not that she had any choice, however.

It didn’t seem right to just walk up to someone, pull down their pants and start to suck, so before getting down on her knees Lisa stroked her palms against Nicky’s chest and then leaned upwards to kiss him. He had a gorgeously soft mouth and she moaned softly as he slid his hands into her hair and held onto her as he kissed her back. She slid her hands down and stroked him through his clothing gently before unbuttoning his pants and moving inside.

Nicky moaned softly as he felt the girl slide her mouth onto him and swallow his entire length until her nose hit pubic hair. She slid back again so that she could flick her tongue over the head of his dick until he was almost whining in frustration. She then started to suck in earnest as she slid two fingers to his perineum and pressed gently.

Several minutes later, Nicky was finding it difficult to hold himself back. “Oh baby,” he whispered softly as he slid his hands into Lisa’s hair. He held her against him gently as he said “I’m gonna… mmm.” His semen hit the back of Lisa’s throat suddenly as he came and she gagged slightly, which could only serve to increase the pleasure that he was feeling. He held her down on top of him for a couple of moments until his body calmed down a little, and then he remembered that she needed to breathe, and let her go.

Nicky left as soon as his legs were able to support his weight again, and Lisa turned back towards Angel, knowing that this was going to be revenge time for him. He was sitting in a comfortable chair, leaning back casually, face unreadable. He motioned for her to come towards him and she obeyed, her body trembling. Once she got into touching range Angel pulled Lisa so that she straddled his knee with her arse grinding into his crotch.

Lisa gasped softly as Angel settled her on top of him, the warmth and hardness of him causing her heart rate and her breathing to noticeably increase in intensity. Her body stiffened, unable to decide whether it wanted to hold itself away, or grind against him even harder.

“Did you enjoy that, baby?” Angel asked, sliding his hand into Lisa’s hair so that she couldn’t look away from him. “Huh? Are you still wet for me?” Lisa blushed in humiliation and tried to look away, but Angel tightened his grip in her hair until her eyes watered and she flinchingly met his gaze. “Are you still wet?” he asked softly.

“I don’t know,” Lisa replied, trying to avoid answering him. Her cheeks were burning and there were tears glistening in her eyes. Angel smiled, pulled Lisa closer until he was nuzzling her ear and could whisper directly into it.

“Baby,” he murmured, his voice husky and gravelly to the point that Lisa felt herself flush with heat just at the sound of it. “I’m gonna hold you down and slide my dick so deep inside you that you can’t even fucking breathe. I am gonna fuck you absolutely senseless, baby.”

Lisa whimpered in response to Angel’s voice, the whimper turning into a groan as he rocked his hips upwards to thrust against her. She was shaking, her body still confused over how it wanted to react to him. However, there was one thing that remained constant, and that was the feeling of shame burning through her veins. Angel slid his free hand under her skirt and brushed the pad of his thumb over her clit gently, then harder as she arched her back toward him. She moaned softly in humiliation as she realised that there was no way she could stop herself from responding to him.

Angel got up from his chair, lifting the girl in his arms with him. He carried her over to his desk and laid her on top of it, pushing her down until she lay prone, her ass on the edge of the desk and her legs dangling to the floor. He slid her thighs together for a moment as he hooked his fingers into her underwear and slid it free of her legs, then slid his palms back up the inside of her legs to part them again. The girl shuddered a little as she realised how exposed she now was. He repeated the move of his thumb-pad against her clit and the increased friction caused her to squeal sharply. He smiled as she tried to close her legs and thrust up against him at the same time.

Lisa absolutely could not control her body as Angel twisted his fingers in a circle, keeping his thumb on her clitoris as his middle finger circled her opening gently. Just as she was sure that he was going to push that damned finger inside her and ease the burning in her belly, he pulled away and slid it up and down the length of her outer lips instead. She whined in frustration, and Angel smiled down at her. He knew exactly what she needed, but he wasn’t going to let her have her way just yet. He continued to torment her until her tortured cries made his dick ache.

Angel finally relented and slid two fingers inside Lisa up until his first knuckle, just enough to make her need more. She instinctively jerked her hips, pushing his fingers inside her a little deeper. Angel smiled, started circling them inside her slowly. She keened softly, arched her back and started rocking against him, trying to increase the fiendishly gently rhythm that he had set. He slid inside her a little deeper for a moment, then pulled out again.

Leaning over, Angel slid his palms to the top of Lisa’s thighs and parted them further, until her clit stood up and away from her body. He lowered his head slowly, until he could use the very tip of his tongue to graze the top of her clit very, very gently.

“Oh god…” Lisa whimpered, desperately trying to lift herself closer so that he would lick her again, but Angel was having none of it. “Oh, please!” He smiled, breathed out over her wet flesh gently until she shuddered. He lowered his face again, circled his tongue around her opening and licked it up to her clit, repeating this several times before sliding it into his mouth and starting to suck.

As Angel slid his fingers back inside her and started circling deeper, his mouth and tongue still firmly attached to her clitoris, Lisa felt like her world was turning upside down. She couldn’t think, could hardly even breathe, and had no idea what was happening to her except for the fact that she desperately needed to come. She lifted her head slightly so that she could look down at Angel, and gasped sharply as a thought suddenly struck her like a lead weight.

She saw two different people in the man kneeling between her legs. Firstly, the pain in the arse kid who had made her working life hell and whose life she had ruined in return; and she felt almost immobilised with shame at the thought of him. But secondly, she saw Angel Morgan, literally the most powerful man in the city. He was both feared and admired by the media and the masses, and he could do anything he wanted, get anything he wanted, and kill anyone he wanted, period.

Angel Morgan was kneeling between her legs, eating her out. And she was terrified, and disgusted with herself, but at the same time, a thrill shot up her spine. As that thought occurred to her, Lisa’s body shuddered for the last time, before surging into orgasm. She finally came back to her senses as Angel’s mouth descended onto hers, his tongue sliding inside to tease her own. He had loosened his trousers again, and he thrust himself against her, with just the fabric of his boxers stopping his dick from sliding into her swollen wet warmth.

Lisa moaned softly, one hand lifting to bury itself into Angel’s gorgeous hair, the other curling into claws and lightly scratching down to his arse. He jerked against her harder, slid his mouth down to her throat and started to suck gently. Lisa’s pelvis jerked as her nether regions began to stir again.

This hadn’t exactly gone to plan, Angel thought as his mouth slid further down, shoving Lisa’s shirt out of the way so that he could fasten his mouth onto a nipple. But right now, he didn’t give a shit. He had wanted her for so long, and the memory of the taste of her had still driven him crazy even after the court case. Now that he had her, he wanted to make the most out of it. He reluctantly lifted himself back off the girl so that he could remove his pants and his shirt, but Lisa followed him, sliding back down to the ground.

This time, Lisa slid her mouth straight down his shaft until her nose hit his abdomen, and started to suck hard. He gasped in surprise, whispered “ohh, fuck!” as he had to try desperately to hold his orgasm back. He wasn’t sure if she was trying to make him come again in the hope that she would get out of getting fucked, but it wasn’t going to happen. He allowed himself two full minutes of bliss before lifting her off him, and back into the same position on the desk.

Angel grabbed Lisa’s wrists and dragged them up above her head, holding her still as he leaned over her to whisper into her ear. “You’re good with your mouth baby,” he growled softly. “But don’t even think you’d get to blow me again and get out of this. You’re still getting fucked.” He punctuated the end of his sentence with a thrust of his hips, and Lisa moaned softly, the combination of the helpless position she was now in, the thrust of his hips and the coarse language he was using suddenly making her body burn again. She knew that she had a thing for being dominated, but she’d never before experienced it with a man who could (and might), kill her in an instant.

Angel felt the woman’s reaction to their new position and smirked to himself. She liked being dominated. He lowered the tone of his voice as much as he could, and sank deeper into his old Brooklyn accent as he continued to growl in her ear. “You’re going to feel every single inch of my cock sliding into your cunt, until I’m so deep that you can’t breathe and you’re whining for me to stop. Then I’m gonna start to fuck you, baby. And you’re gonna get it so hard you’ll be seeing stars and crying for more.”

Lisa’s face was burning as Angel talked. She hated the word cunt, and he knew it. He’d used it on purpose to get a reaction, and it definitely worked. Her body had started writhing against him; she was deeply ashamed of the way that she was responding but she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t even make herself want to stop. He was rough and coarse but he was beautiful and the most powerful man in the city, and he could do absolutely anything he wanted. And right now, he wanted to be inside her. And just that very thought sent shivers of guilty pleasure through her body. She moaned softly, and wasn’t sure if the moan was longing or despair.

As the girl writhed beneath him, Angel felt like he was going to explode. He was slowly grinding his hips against her, and her juices had soaked through his boxers until they were slick against the head of his cock. He couldn’t think straight, almost felt like he was stoned. He slid his free had to her jaw and held her eyes in line with his for a moment.

“You need it baby,” he whispered at the woman lying beneath him. “Don’t you?” Lisa whined softly, but couldn’t bring herself to answer. Angered, Angel growled as he yanked his boxers out of the way and dragged them off his legs. When he next ground his hips into Lisa’s, he let the head of his cock rest just inside her opening. She moaned in anticipation, tried to wriggle so that he would enter her, but he was having none of it.

“Answer me baby,” he growled, circling around her opening gently. “Or I will make you not come all fucking night!”

Lisa couldn’t hold on any longer, she was burning and she knew he would make good on his promise. Her voice when she spoke was wavering and small. “Yes.” When Angel looked less than impressed, she added “I need it.”

“You need my cock in your pretty little wet cunt, baby?” he asked, enjoying the look of humiliation that came over his former teacher’s face. “You need to be fucked?”

Lisa whispered another yes, squeezed her eyes closed to try to stop a tear from running down her cheek, and failed. Angel dug his fingers into her jaw until she took the hint and looked him in the eye again.

“You need me to fuck you, little girl? Huh?” Lisa nodded, more tears falling down her face. “Then tell me what you need, baby,” Angel growled. “Say it.”

Lisa whined softly at the thought, but she knew she had no choice. She took a shaky breath and whispered “please fuck me, Angel.” He smiled slightly, but he was still waiting for more. “I – I need you in… inside me.”

Angel slid his mouth to Lisa’s ear and nuzzled gently. “Come on baby, you can do better than that. Just repeat after me: I need your cock in my cunt. Just seven easy words, all one syllable. Come on, baby. Say it.”

Lisa’s nether regions were clenching with every word as Angel whispered directly into her ear. His voice was gorgeous, and it was keeping her boiling hot even though he hadn’t touched her in a good few minutes. With his mouth against her ear she also had a little more privacy, and she was able to whisper what he wanted her to say.

“I need your cock in my cunt,” she whispered softly, squirming at the use of the foul and dreaded word. Angel groaned harshly, almost couldn’t stop himself from burying his cock balls deep inside her.

“You’re gonna scream for me, little girl. Do you know that?”

“Oh yes. Oh please!”

Angel hooked one of Lisa’s legs under his free arm, and spread her wide. He slid his cock another inch inside her, stopped as he savoured the semi-pained look of desperation and longing on her face. She groaned in contentment, then started writhing again, searching for more. He continued to slide himself into her, making sure that she felt every inch disappear into her slick insides. The head of his cock eventually bumped her cervix, but his balls hadn’t yet touched her ass. He pushed a little harder, waiting for her body to stretch to accommodate him. She moaned softly, then whimpered as he forced her body to bend to his will.

“How does it feel, baby?” Angel growled softly. “How does my cock feel inside your hot little cunt?”

“Oh my,” Lisa whispered breathlessly. She was finding it very difficult to speak clearly. “Oh god!”

“Tell me how it feels, baby,” he growled again, sliding his hand to her throat and squeezing gently. She felt like a hot, slick little vice, and his head was spinning, but he needed her to tell him how it felt to her.

“It’s hot,” she whispered, panting between words. “And hard. And… And oh god, it’s good. Angel, please!”

“What do you need, baby?” he asked. He knew exactly what she needed, but he wanted her to beg for it.

“Please Angel,” Lisa whispered. “Please fuck me!”

Angel slid out of the girl until only the glans of his dick was still inside her, and then slammed back into her, hard and fast. She whimpered and whined, squirming in pain, but her hips rocked towards him, begging for more.

“Is that what you need baby?” Angel asked. “Do you need it hard, honey?”

“Oh, god, yes!” she groaned, biting her lip in a mesmerising mixture of pleasure and pain as she lifted her body to maintain as much contact with his as possible. He slid his mouth over hers and she released her lip from her teeth so that he could slide his tongue in between them.

Angel groaned in contentment as he settled into a steady rhythm that brought his former teacher to orgasm twice before he finally came inside her. He had fully intended on raping the bitch, but as he watched her body shudder in pleasure against his, he was glad that he hadn’t needed to. As his own body surged into orgasm and he collapsed on top of her, he realised something very alarming.

Once was never going to be enough.

. She was quite strong. In fact, sometimes she used
to beat me around somewhat. What could I do ? I was a prepubescent, skinny boy and a late
developer to boot.

Since our parents bred like rabbits there weren't enough bedrooms in the house. I was
unfortunate enough to have to share one with my sister. It was very irritating. She had
recently become inexplicably shy about her body. In our family, nudity was never an issue.
Everyone saw everone else naked all the time. Even when we bathed anyone just waltzed
right in. It wasn't sexual. A consequence of over population I suppose. But my sister was
getting very private and put up a dividing curtain in our little room.

It was a cold night. I lay in bed and was keen to fall asleep since I had a big history
test the next day. Most unexpectedly, I heard a faint wheezing near my ear. It was coming
from a green hosepipe. It ran from my bed to my sister's which was about fifteen feet
away, behind the curtain. I don't remember why it was there. I think I was talking to my
brother through it earlier in the day. We were experimenting, I guess. Now, I could
clearly hear that my sister was blowing through it. I put my mouth on the pipe to speak,
but felt my cheeks puff up with her breath. It wasn't very pleasant so I blew hard into
the pipe in an effort for her to stop. For a moment, our breaths were balanced out, then I
exhaled sharply. She had removed her mouth from the pipe. In victory, I hooted down pipe.
I removed my mouth from it, she yodled back at me. A conversation started with me
whispering down the wipe "Go to sleep, I'm tired." She replied in a strange unusual voice
that I had never heard before "I can't sleep." My curiosity was vaguely aroused "Why can't
you sleep ?" I whispered back. "'cos" she replied. "'cos what ?" was my quick retort. She
kept repeating that stupid word and I kept replying with equally inane response.
Eventually, thoroughly annoyed, I told her to shut up and fall asleep.

As I was just starting to slumber off the blowing on the pipe started again. Angrily, I
grabbed the pipe and said "What ?" The reply came quickly this time "My froggy is
itching." She replied again "My froggy is itching." Totally confused, I responded "Do you
have a froggy ?" She said in that strange husky voice "I can't sleep until it's
scratched." Half in consciousness, I replied "So scratch it." She replied "I want you to
scratch it for me." It felt like torture. She wouldn't let me sleep until I had "scratched
her froggy." I said "How do I do that ?" I didn't have any sexual experience at that
stage, so was totally oblivious to the opposite sex, especially horny young girls who had
just hit puberty.

"Come over here."
After a few minutes of negotiations, I crawled from under the warm blanket and slowly
walked over the cold tiled floor. Moving the curtain aside, I saw my sister laying under
her green blanket. Only her head protruded. I stood next to her and said "I'm cold and I
want to sleep." Immediately she lifted her blanket with one hand and said "Jump in" I was
grateful. I lay next to her. She was wearing a night shirt and some panties, I was wearing
my pyjama shorts and top. Due to the close proximity of our bodies we soon started
building up heat. It was actually better than sleeping alone in that freezing room. I
turned my back to her and grabbed the blanket. It spun tightly.

She quietly spoke "Turn around, you're pulling off the blanket." I slowly rolled around.
Then she took my arm and placed it across her middle. I was starting to doze off again,
when she took my hand and placed it on her chest. I thought she was getting quite muscular
in the pectorals, since it seemed that her chest was no longer flat like mine. The last
time, I had seen it was a year ago. Slowly a thought crept into my consciousness. It was
the type of instinctual thought that was involuntary and on the edges of conscious
thought. Little did I know that I was becoming aroused. I had had erections before, but
those were usually when I woke up in the morning. Never had I actually masturbated and the
fact that I hadn't seen any porn ever made me oblivious to the existence of the male
ejaculatory fluid. Since I was younger, I hadn't had any wet dreams either.

My sister whispered for me to touch her. I stroked her chest, curious about the female
anatomy. I was laying on my right side and her left arm pressed against my right arm. She
had much softer skin than me. Through her nightie I could feel the small mounds of her
breasts. She didn't really have breasts though. They were more like enlarged nipples, but
she didn't have nipples either. Not the solid type that you would find on grown women
anyway. You could grope them and massage them, but you couldn't roll them with your finger
tips. Just enough for someone to confidently declare that this wasn't a boy. My tiny
little pecker stood like a little soldier at attention. When I rubbed against her thigh,
she whispered "What's that ?" I was embarrassed and quickly moved away. One thing that I
had noticed from watching my older brothers in the bath, was that I really needed to hit
puberty. I was embarassed about its tiny proportions. My father had allayed my fears by
saying that it was only hormones and everybody went through it and eventually I would too.

With her left hand she reached over and around my back and pulled me closer saying "Come
closer, I'm cold." I reluctantly moved closer. My tiny warrior poked into her again. It
was so hard, that it pressed into me as well. It was perpendicular. She reached down and
held me on top of my waist. I held my breath in anticipation. I felt like a stuck pig, I
couldn't move. As my eyes glazed over, her soft young hands slid down around the top of my
pyjamas. She pulled my shirt up and placed her hand on my stomach, the tips of her fingers
touching the top of my shorts. The lump in my throat made me feel as if I was going to
croak. But I didn't make a sound. I don't think either one of us breathed. Her hand
started to slide down. Her finger tips slowly climbed over the ridge of my short's elastic

and went down, over the material. She rubbed over the top of the tent that my shorts had
now formed. I breathed in slowly and hard with a number of short quaking breaths. She
played with her soft hands on and around the tip. My pants were so tight that she could
only touch the tip. She gently nipped it with with two fingers and I felt a warm tingling
course throughout my body. It was paralyzing. I couldn't move. The will to resist had
vaporized.

My hand lay motionless on her chest. I was totally immobile. Trying to savour every moment
of these new sensations. My mind wasn't very clear, but I knew that I did not want it to
stop. Unsatisfied with examining the material of my pyjamas, my sister's hand moved back
up again onto my stomach. This time, as her hand slid down, her finger tips dug underneath
the elastic. For a moment I felt my eyes stretch open wide in anticipation. Then she
slowly encircled my tiny member with her hand. She started to squeeze it and stroke it
gently. I couldn't believe how incredibly soft her hands were. I wasn't sure about how
much she knew about male anatomy, but she was very gentle and cupped my testicles before
moving back to my erect appendage. I could hear her exhale slowly and she said two words.
The words that every man wants to hear come from a woman's mouth: "Touch me."

Of course, being somewhat inexperienced at that stage, but not an entire dumbass I knew
that I had to get my hands inside her panties. I knew that girls wore panties and that
they had a vertical line down the front but no love hose. My left hand slowly slid down
from her chest over her flat tummy and down. It's hard to be shy when a girl is already
squeezing your purple-headed warrior inside your pants. My hand went down and brushed
gently over the material of her nightie. I slowly stroked her love mound through the two
materials. I couldn't feel much definition but sis seemed to like it. She stopped her
groping massage of my aching member and lay motionless. Taking it in with her eyes closed.
I realised then that this was what it meant to "Scratch a girl's froggy."

After a while, the rubbing no longer satisfied her. She jerked her night shirt from under
my probing hand much like someone might pull a carpet from underneath a person's feet. My
hand landed on her panties. My sister had one of those girly panties on. It had a frilly
white ridge and the material was more velvety than silky. Now I could clearly feel the
slit. The whole structure seemed to bulge obscenely outwards. This was new to me.
Educational indeed. She also started to hold my tiny love spear with two fingers and a
thumb. I was an uncircumcised barbarian. She slowly started to move her hand away from my
body and brought it slowly back again. The head of my penis popped out like the insides of
a grape when you squeeze it. It felt strange but disgustingly delicious.

The mutual masturbation carried on for a while, I don't remember exactly how long. I was
too delirious with lust to have operated a stopwatch anyway. Being quite an intelligent
lad, I was blessed with a rather curious and probing mind that was always hungry for new
knowledge. This time, I was the one who became dissatisfied with touching her panty. I had
just learnt all there was to learn about a girl's panties and realising that this type of
event didn't occur often at all, my mind became hellbent on a mission of deeper
exploration.

My hand slid up onto her stomach, as hers had done to me. Slowly my groping, sweaty little
fingers slid down under the lace edge. I noticed that girly panties weren't half as tight
as those of boys. The elastic was narrow and weaker. My hand moved down. People say silk
is the most sensual of all materials. They obviously have never felt their sister's
hairless pussies. It was so soft. It's exact dimensions and texture were embedded into my
mind. I stroked gently over it. She continued to pump my swollen sausage with slow steady
beats. My hand explored around her slit, slowly running my finger tips up and down that
mysterious crack in her body. As my hand sailed down it met her legs. They were tightly
shut together. Like a mole, my fingers tried to probe between her legs, but they wouldn't
budge. I continued to probe the slit.

At that stage, I was clueless as to the physics of copulation. She suddenly told me take
off my pants. I said "Why ?" She replied "If you take off your pants, I'll let you lie on
top of me." Still being shy, I said "only if you take off your panties too". She agreed.
We both lay on our backs and pulled our garments off. It was much too cold by then to
actually get out. If your foot stuck out from under the blanket while you slept you would
have woken. Now we were both bottomless, but we both still had our shirts on. I rolled
over and a lay on top of her. I started rubbing my pecker against her mound. Somewhat like
a horny dog. I was trying to probe my sister's pee hole with my love pin. After letting me
fuck around, literally of course, for a while. She must have become irritated and reached
down with both hands.

Her one hand held my penis and using two fingers of her other hand she stretched her labia
apart. I drove hard into her. And alas, my pinky sized prick got stuck after only half an
inch. I don't know who was hurt more, her or me. Anyhow being in an insane fit of lust I
continued to hump hard and fast. The feeling was something like trying to squeeze your
dick into a soda bottle. It just wouldn't go. The fact that I was trying to penetrate her
pee hole also couldn't have helped. After an agonizing amount of time, I gave up. Since my
penis remained perpendicular I couldn't remain in that position. So I slid slightly down
and tried to place it between her legs. She was blocking and I didn't know why. Anyhow I
placed my knee between her legs and dug hard. Her legs parted. I straightened my legs and
lay between her legs. My penis, just below her slit and in between her legs. I was
actually relaxing, when I realised, that although I wasn't going to get inside her, this
position was reasonably satisfactory. With the insides of her thighs on the sides and her
mound from above my pecker was getting squeezed quite comfortably. I started humping hard
again.

I noticed at some stage that my cock was getting wet. I knew I wasn't peeing so I asked my
sister, "Are you peeing ?" She replied "no". I became worried and curious. I slid down her
body in under the blank. My legs were no longer completely covered. My nose came to a rest
a few inches above her hairless mound. It had a musky scent. A smell that I had never
smelt before. Compared to the pussies that I later ate, this fresh young one of my
sister's was so fresh it may as well as have been milk and honey. But this, to my regret,
I only realised later. As I lay there on my stomach between my sisters hairless legs
looking down in the dark, under the blanket, at her hairless eager yet inexperienced young
love orifice, I started feeling her off again. As my hands went down and between her legs
I clearly felt that wetness again on my fingertips. I held it to my nose. It wasn't
pungent like pee. Hmm. I flicked my tongue over it. It wasn't salty like blood. Hmm. It
was just weird. Later on, I would realise that it was close to sea food. But my sister's
pussy at that age had only the slightest tinge of that sea food smell. It was fresh. Fresh
as they come.

"Lick it"
I'm not sure if she said it, but the words sprung into my mind. Leaning down I felt the
slit with my lips. It was silky soft. I kissed it gently and slowly moved along it. The
tip of my tongue poked out and I dug it into the slit. I nodded slowly and the movement
dragged my wet tongue along that rift. I felt like I was suffocating but the intoxicating
feeling was overwhelming. I couldn't stop. Soon the whole area was wet. I could taste her
juices in my mouth. She lifted her legs when I went down to the bottom of the slit. As her
feet floated near my ears, her hands came around the back of her legs and placed
themselves on either of the slit. They were pulling her open wider. My tongue probed
deeper. I began to notice new structures lurking just within the edges of her crevice. It
felt like a floppy piece of skin. It wasn't rubbery. It wasn't very smooth either. It was
just, I don't know. I still can't describe it. I found a wobbly bit and tried to bite it
with my lips. It was too small and I couldn't. But somehow it electrified sis, she removed
her hand from behind her legs and placed them firmly on the back of head. She hissed
"Don't stop". She grinded that nib into my face while holding my head in position. She was
becoming possessed. I tried as hard I could to obey, but very soon I wasn't able to
breathe. With all my force I broke my head free and gasped for air. As growled "I can't
breathe." I stopped and caught my breath. It wasn't easy since I was already under the
blanket.

"Come up here"
I crawled up her body as she lay there on her back. Glad to take in the refreshingly cold
night air. Now my member was again poking into her slit from above. I shifted sideways and
moved it to the side of her waist. Having recovered, I moved back over and started humping
her pee hole again. I was one indomitable horny young cock. My sister yelped in pain. "Go
a bit lower". Slowly I edged down. My penis was again positioned comfortably between her
legs. This time, however, her legs were open.

She reached down and told me to lift a bit off her. As I did so, she raised her knees
again, grabbed hold of my pecker with one hand and spread her vagina proper with the
other. She told me to come down slowly. Her fingers guided me slowly towards her very
tight orifice. Slowly the tip passed over the rubbery bit, then a bit down and I felt the
mouth of her vagina. They were wet. They felt like two oily fingers squeezed together. I
pushed. Nothing. I pushed again. Nothing. She grunted "Push harder". Luckily my penis was
very small at that stage and slowly her inner labia parted, but it was tough going. If I
had tried to penetrate with a man's sized penis I would have been there for a very long
time. So I slipped in. I only got the head in. But then I started moving it slowly in and
out. This is an involuntary reflex that I've never been able to control. It felt very
tight. I was trying to enjoy myself but it felt just a bit too tight for fun. After a
short distance I encountered a solid wall. It was solid. Later, I learnt that it is called
the hymen, but at that stage all I knew that it was a cul-de-sac to my ambitions. After
knocking against for some painful minutes, I became tired. It was late. I withdrew and lay
next to my sister. She asked me if I was alright. I replied "ya, I'm just tired now."

I fell asleep holding her. That was the happiest experience of my childhood. The next day my
sister was sent to boarding school because the only girl's secondary school was too far
away to commute every day.