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Horny Balling Mother [Completed]

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GR-2330 Horny Balling Mother by Kathy Andrews

Chapter 1

Joan watched her 14 year old son watching the girl floating in the pool.
She didn't blame Ted. The girl was very pretty, with long hair and aluscious body. But Ted was still too young to be interested in girls, atleast she felt he was. But looking at his expression now, she wasn't sosure.
The girl, with a hone

Mother's Desperate Measures (2)

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~ Chapter Two ~  David was quiet at dinner. He barely made eye contact and left the table within five minutes
after hardly touching his food. Carol was concerned she'd made a big mistake but sincerely believed
the ends justified the admittedly extraordinary means. She did not want an air of tension to pervade
the house so she decided to clear the air imme

Mother's Desperate Measures

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~ Chapter One ~
Carol Olson was by all accounts the perfect mom. She made a decent living as a dental
hygienist, maintained a clean and comfortable home for her son, and prided herself on always doing
the right thing. During the spring and summer of 2009 the “right thing” suddenly became more
complicated.
“Mom, I have something from the

My Sister is My Lover Chapter 3

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                                      My Sister is My Lover  Chapter 3                                    

 

My sister and I had shared our beds a few times now. I made sure that I was always available when she came home from school. When I f

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ound out that me sister's arrival at home caused a conflict with a date with my girl friend I always made excuses with my ‘girl friend’ that I had to work because of problems at the plant. I explained that these specific problems were of a nature that they needed immediate attention and could not wait until regular working hours. Once I used this excuse that seemed to squelch many of my girl friend’s complaints, I used it again and again over time and with several follow on girl friends.

 

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I was asleep and did not expect my sister DD to be coming home from college this particular weekend. I began to notice that there wasn’t any regularity to her arrivals as in the past. DD was now appearing at any time with out notice, I thought. If fact, what she was doing, was talking to my mother and indirectly finding out when the family would not be home in an anticipation that we could have an uninterrupted fuck night and maybe longer at home.

 

The first time I knew she was home on this occasion was when I felt her hand gently rubbing my neck and shoulder. DD knew she had startled me back into the real world after I awoke with quick body motion and an exclamation of surprise. The night light in the hallway provide sufficient illumination to see enough once my eyes became accustomed to the restricted light to allow me to move about the room. I could see DD was naked and standing next to my bed; whispering she was hot and horny. I smiled to myself and asked her what she wanted me to do about it.

“Did the family go to the beach house for the weekend?” … She knew the answer to that question … That’s why she was standing there naked.  She poked me in my ribs and told me while in a giddy mood….

 

 “I want to come into your bed and just talk.”…..

 

Right  … of course that’s all she wanted to do was talk  … What else could she have on her mind standing there naked in the dark of my room making sure no one was home?

 

She had come home to just be bedded by me ….  her brother. It was girl’s night out at the school. The girls had been bragging about how they could get any guy to screw them when and if they wanted them. Guys were easily seduced ….  their peckers controlled their lives.  DD said she thought to her self that wasn’t exactly right  …. A man’s pecker controlled his every thought alright, but it didn’t insure that the girls could get their brothers to screw them … but she sure as hell could. I had to agree she was right!

 

That was the start of her getting excited. DD said she reached the point that she could not concentrate on what the girls were talking about …They were just babbling  All she could think about was me in bed with her while the girls babbling continued to interrupt her erotic thoughts.  DD faked not feeling well and left the bar and started out on the somewhat long drive home. She hoped I would be there when she arrived.

 

I needed to pee and got out of bed and walked to the bathroom with DD following behind. I asked as I got ready to pee, what she was doing!  She at first just hugged me from behind and pressed her body and especially her hips against my butt. I just joyfully reached back and slid my hand between our bodies to feel her pussy while I directed my cock with my free hand to make sure I didn’t miss the toilet in the semi-darkness of just the night light. DD’s whole pussy area was very wet. I was apparently distracted in my peeing sequence with trying to slip my fingers into her pussy. I began to pee as she was reaching to hold my cock along with my hand to ‘help’. The first squirt of pee went into her hand. She withdrew her hand slightly at the contact. I now held her hand with my hand, both hands directing the pee from my cock to hit the toilet.

 

I could hear her heavy breathing as she now rested her head on my shoulder and proceeded to bite me quite hard and with some discomfort. She never seemed to be able to sense the difference between a nibble bite of passion and a bite of pain.

 

I finished peeing and we gave my cock a shake. DD responded inquisitively as to what I was doing. I told her it’s something that only men can do … women miss out! DD did not know what the hell I was talking about and it wasn’t worth covering the subject in anymore detail …. Just then.

 

She moved to rinse her hands with mine in the wash basin. I also had to wash my crotch since she got me wet with the introduction of her hand to ‘help’.  I then turned and slid in behind DD pulling her in close to me. I looked over her shoulder and into the mirror. Even with the dim illumination I could see the expression on her face. DD was smiling.   Now it was my turn. She was looking at me in the mirror as I bit her shoulder as a payback. Then whispering…

 

“I want you….. no I need you in my bed.”

 

 I could feel the electric effect that little whisper had all through her body. The words and whispering was only a trigger to release her pent up emotions. DD was ready to be fucked after the long ride home and the stimulus of listening to her girl friends erotic stories at school and the bar. DD was here to confirm her thoughts about men and how they can be controlled with sex. She was home to prove that comment from the girls at the bar.  I smiled to my self with great satisfaction… Did I really care if she just wanted to be fucked and not made love too? I don’t think so…hmmm let me think…... Nope!!!.

 

Yup it’s probably a man thing … left over from some far past period in our carnal evolution. It’s probably nothing men can completely control. We try and sometimes can suppress the hidden feeling to fuck every woman we see and just think about love. Yes… yes … we accomplish suppressing that carnal desire … but somewhat reluctantly. I’ve been told that most women do not think in such a deviant and carnal manner as men. They place more loving and emotional feeling on being bedded. Could be… I think that they may not be tell themselves the whole truth. But, maybe I’m wrong. Were the thoughts that DD had as she rushed home to me from school all loving images after listening to the girls in the bar?  

 

Well all those thoughts were at the present time just being placed aside. She was all mine and I was all hers now. There was really nothing that would change the feeling both of us were enjoying right now. We knew were going to be fucking each other very quickly. I loved the rapidity of erotic thoughts about the different positions that were flashing through my mind and thoughts of which one I would try first once we started to seduce one another. Ahhhhh …. how about all of them?

 

The effect of our completely illicit brother and sister affair was so dangerous, so overwhelming, so exciting to our senses that we had to keep doing it. No women that I had been with …. an would be with …could excite me with what looked like a casual touch by DD to anyone who would have seen it. No one could possibly know what she was deliberately telegraphing to me and me to her. No one could understand what we were thinking and how we needed to get together very soon once the casual touches were felt. These supposedly casual looking touches were carrying with them the most deep carnal images of both of us in so many new positions groaning and moaning in complete ecstasy when we would be together…. And it had to be as soon as possible. No long and extended waiting period could be tolerated … the touches were a secret and intimate message system letting each of us know it was either time to make love or out right fucking… both were acceptable… but it needed to be now not later. DD was wet and waiting and I was aching to unleash my cock from it’s seclusion and let it be wetted for it’s full extended length with her warm and wanting wet pussy juices. She had now shown me she was a better piece of ass than my girl friend.

  

But there was no need to send hidden messages to each other now. We were far passed that step in any subtle communications. We were stripped naked and alone with my fingers wet from her seeping pussy juices of her own making. DD placed her hands on the sink and pushed me back with her scrumptious bubble ass while slightly spreading her legs apart. I reach down and around her hips to caress her pussy and clit. The slit of her pussy was seeping wetness; she was already to be taken and I hadn’t done anything to get her so wet.  The ride home must have been filled with thoughts as to what she wanted and it stirred all kinds of feeling that could not be satisfied with out being with me. I gently spread her lips as I was thinking that I should have wet my fingers. No need  …. Once I opened her pussy the copious amount of stored juices coated my fingers as I moved to find her tiny clit.

 

DD shifted her body to allow my fingers better access to her pink slit and that special little nub. As soon as I began to caress her clit with a circular rubbing motion DD pushed me back a little further and rested her body on her elbows and arms on the sink basin as she looked back at me in the mirror.   The longing look on her face in the semi-darkness said all there was to say…… We both knew we were not going to make it to bed now.

 

I asked her if she wanted to play ‘puppy dog’. A wiggling of her hips from side to side signaled a definite yes…. and now. I bent down to slide my cock along and between her legs to get my cock wet with her juices. I felt for my cock from the front as it came between her legs. One of DD’s hands was there to help me get it wet and ready for loving. It quickly was coated with DD’s sweet wetness. I backed away just slightly pulling my cock back a couple of inches to insert it into her love tunnel when I had a desire to gently probe her other sacred tunnel with the pink head.

 

 The first slide across the ring was received with a “No”. The second effortless probe was met with “What are you doing Bobby?”

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I went to just caressing the opening with my wet cock while holding it my hand. DD settled down and went to wiggling her hips while making little soft almost inaudible moans of delight in her throat. I’ll be back I thought.  I wasn’t going to try to enter there this time… I would have to wait and get her prepared for that intrusion of my cock to fuck her in the ass …. But it was going to be if I had the opportunity.

 

 DD sensed my cock was there to just caress her now. After a few gentle sliding excursions from the ring to her love box, I felt her hand guide the excited cock head into her waiting pussy. I could feel her tenseness at the entrance to her pussy ….she was tight. I just pushed easily against the entrance as DD whispered….. “Wait, I need to relax!”

 

She was always tense as we started to screw. She wiggled her hips and sighed softly … her tensions subsided slightly and her pussy muscles relaxed letting my cock head in. DD’s pussy muscles contracted again at the intrusion. I waited for a second and flexed my cock. She giggled, squeezed back and all her tensions just melted away as I slid slowly in one continuous motion all the way in. I didn’t have to try a few strokes for wetness effect …. My cock just slid in full depth until my balls were the only thing that wasn’t hidden in her pussy.

 

 “I was ready for you Bobby …I needed you!”  She sure was… she sure did!!!

I stood completely buried …not moving … I contracted my cock muscles and DD squeezed back letting me know she felt me. I slowly withdrew my cock as I held the cheeks of her ass ….  slowly until the head was just barely inside her. She ooooed as I withdrew it fully. I waited for a second and thrust back into her full depth. DD’s head flexed back at the full penetration as she uttered a long “Ooooohhh Bobby. Do that again.”

 

 I repeated another slow withdrawal until my cock was almost going to be squeezed out …  teasing DD …. She anticipated what was going to happen.  I pulled it out completely and then plunged once again full depth as her head once again flexed back followed by another cry of pleasure. We shared a few more of these teasers and then stopped. We both needed more than teasing.…  We needed to both release all the tensions in our bodies …. We needed to now share a mutual loving climax ….  a brother and sister’s special secret coupling …  something to remembered but never mentioned to anyone … something special to be cherished over and over again in our thoughts when we were in our own beds with other family members around  … no one ever knowing  … no one ever suspecting that we were one …  closer than brother and sister … we were secret lovers.

Yes it was time to be as one  … no more teasing  … it was time … we both knew it  …. We both wanted to be together and share our loving experience once again… or maybe twice or…….  I reached down and around her hips pulling her in close … going full depth as DD pushed and wiggled her hips to make sure we were as deep as possible. I slid my fingers into her slit ….  my fingers feeling a little remaining piece of my hard cock not hidden in and among the sweet and wet pinkness of her pussy. I began caressing DD’s little clit …. it was stiff and hard. We began to slowly move and mince our hips together…  DD began to make continuous little sounds of joy … little sounds of excitement …she was on her way. One of my hands caressed her tits and squeezed her nipples while the other paid attention to her clit as I fucked her doggie style.  I felt her nipples and they were hard and pointing … yes she was on her way. I needed to focus and go with her …she wasn’t going to last.  DD commented on my heavy breathing. She knew I wasn’t going to last long either.

I leaned over her back as she supported herself on the wash basin. One hand now wrapped under her to hold her close as I caressed her clit with the other. DD moaned loudly every time I first went around and around and then over the top of her little clit. There was an involuntary spasm in the muscles in her abdomen and hip region. I picked up the cadence of thrusting as DD matched me by pushing back to force our bodies together. The intensity of thrusting increased and the slapping sound of my lower body against her bubble ass were going to come to a crescendo very soon. Her moans of pleasure changed suddenly from calling out softly to me to a staccato of “Bobby …. Bobby … Bobbeeee.”

DD lifted her bubble butt a little bit higher as I pushed firmly against her cheeks to maximize my penetration. She took a deep breath, moaned softly as her body trembled in a deep emotional climax. I could feel her stomach muscles begin their involuntary undulations as she squeezed her legs together clamping my cock and my fingers together in her pussy. Her head was lowered … down to her arms supporting her self on the wash basin. I continued to caress her clit as she shuddered again to what must have been a second but gentler climax.

 

DD began to move …. no crawl from the wash basin down to the covered toilet seat with me pumping my cock rapidly into her love box. I began to strongly squirt several pulses of cum into her love box feeling the intense emotion of the moment. DD uttered little sounds of delight as she whispered she could feel be coming. DD always seemed to be able to feel me coming. Sometimes DD said she felt warmness other times it was a general flexing of my cock, but it was always something, real or imaginary.  She whispered to me that she loved all the feelings she was having as I shared what I had with her.  

 

I still had her pinned to me as we both settled from the basin and down to the shag rug on the floor ….still coupled full depth …. still joined as one. The slight movements of our bodies as we settled down to the shag rug allowed some of or mixed love juices to seep from her pussy. As I lay next to her, I could feel the wetness running down my thigh and down on to the rug. When I moved the sound of the slight separation of our bodies indicated we were stuck together with our wet cum. My body shivered ever so slightly with excitement when I heard the sound. I had heard that sound before and it always had the same exquisite effect on my senses. There was more intensity in my feelings this time, I think, because this was my sister …. my elusive bed partner …. my sometimes lover. But now we were getting together more than just sometimes.

 

We lay there for a short time before moving. We knew we had just experienced a very potent coupling. We finally rose, washed and moved to go to our individual beds. Then I had a different thought.

 

As we exited the bathroom, I held her hand and began to lead her to my bed. DD some what strongly attempted to go to her own bed. I pulled on her hand again. DD said

 

 “What if mother comes home tonight!!?”

 

I knew no one would be coming home until the weekend was over.

 

“Shhh …. no on will be coming home! You know that.  I want to make love to you again when we wake up in the morning.”

 

 DD melted in my arms to the statement.  Holding me close she whispered….

 

“This is so wrong what we have been doing Bobby ….so…. so wrong.”

 

I was nervous as I whispered “Do you want to stop?” She came close to my face and in a hushed voice …..  “No…no!”

 

I was relieved in what DD said because I thought that DD was having more than second thoughts and was going to say she wanted to stop going to bed together. There was no need for DD to have second thoughts about possibly stopping our sexual relationship… I had an enough of an abundance of guilt and second thoughts for us both. At times it weighed on me day and night. It always abated when she was once again near me, just secretly smiling and casually touching me on my arm or hand telegraphing her erotic thoughts that said “Let’s get together somewhere. I need you and you know you need me.”  

 

 I took hold of just one finger of DD’s hand with two fingers of mine and “towed” her without the slightest resistance to my bed, tucked her in and snuggled up to her back with  my ‘softness’ against her ass and one of her tiny boobs cupped in my hand ….both of us totally nude. My belly was a flood of flickering sensations, helped somewhat by a deep breath and a sigh …. but not totally. While my cock was not completely stiff, it was now once again hard enough to be pushed deep into DD’s pussy with a little help from both of our fingers. DD snuggled her ass back against me once my cock was snuggled into its place of rest. I held DD close to me under the bed covers that would shield our bodies from the cool drafts from the open window. Sleep came quickly even with the anticipation in both of us of the coming of daylight……………...

 

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DD awoke with a start. She wasn’t in her own bed and she thought she heard something. She must have been dreaming. We both walked to the windows over looking the driveway … no one was around … and it was morning but still very early and no family members would be home for a few more days. She settled down after coming fully awake.

 

DD turned to face me followed by my seeking her pussy with my fingers to see if she was interested in some more bedroom fun. That quickly led to a kiss with a bit of serious tongue dancing and my searching with very wet fingers sliding around her slick pink wetness; a result of the previous night’s mutual climax and a desire to now fuck again. We did not have to ask each other if we wanted to get back in bed to play. We could see both the question and the answer when we looked into each others eyes. We held each other around the waist and walked slowly to her room and bed kissing intently as we walked.

 

DD reclined on her bed and spread her legs wide but with her knees flexed to give a view of her lovely still cream filled pussy that was beginning to weep from her standing and walking. I sat on her bed and inserted two fingers to begin to play with her only to find her already excited and wanting to move faster. When I pulled my fingers from her pussy they were heavily covered with our last night’s juices. I held them up so she could see how wet she was. Now she went to being vocal with a desire.

 

 “I want to see .. I want to see!”

 

DD raised her head trying to get a good view of her seeping pussy but it was not a view she found satisfying enough. Looking around on her bureau I saw her large hand held mirror that I took and handed to her. DD was overly excited as she positioned the mirror that magnified its reflection on one side and was a normal visual reflection on the reverse side.

 

I reinserted my fingers spreading the lips of her wet pussy giving her a larger than life picture of what she had between her legs. I spread her lips exposing her tunnel showing her the copious amounts of cum from both of us still coating the insides of her cunt and over her little nub of a clit. That was a powerful sexual stimulus to her. DD never fully realized just how much cum remained in her pussy for some time period after we fucked and stayed together in my bed.

 

I began to finger fuck her. She was already hot from this short visual experience. DD watched as I withdrew two heavily cum coated fingers from her cunt to show her. Her mouth opened as she inhaled deeply and sighed with “Oooohhhhh”… all these views were a new and exciting experience for her. They were not a new visual sight to me but that did not dampen my level of excitement.

 

 I began to once again finger fuck her telling her she was ready to be mounted. Her pulsating hips only reinforced my words and what I was going to do. I told her to watch my cock push aside her lips and slide into her pussy. She spread her legs wide and with a little manipulation of the mirror position she could see what I could see by looking down as my cock slowly disappeared down and into her love box. DD at first held her breath and then exhaled quickly to take another deep breath. Her labored breathing gave some indication of the level of exhilaration she was experiencing with this new visual picture unfolding in her magic mirror with its magnification of the scenes between her legs.  

 

DD watched excitedly for a minute or so as my cock slid in to her pussy and then tried to come back out. She could see some of the pink tissue of her pussy attempting to hold on to my cock as it was withdrawn…. Not wanting to let it get free.

 

 The mirror flopped back on to the bed as her head slumped back on to her pillow. Play time for looking and watching was over…. she had another idea…for what we should do. Her eyes opened and a smile came to her face. DD held out her arms and spread her legs wide as she murmured “Come here.”

 

 The visual image of my own sister asking me to come to her was startling …. A truly long lasting image not to be forgotten. I crawled over her positioning my cock at the entrance of her wanting pussy as she wrapped her arms about me and pulled me in close to her. She brought her legs up and over her my back resting her heels on the back of my ass. We had made no attempt to help my cock find where it should go. I was so hard from all the visual stimuli that it just found its way with just the smallest bit of self guidance and slid in to her pussy without any resistance. DD just wanted to be made love too.

 

  My cock was fully engulfed in her wetness as she spoke softly to the intrusion. With a passionate kiss and a whispering in my ear of …..

 

“I want you to make love to me now!” I was completely seduced. 

 

We began to move….. Her bed was not very robust and it sensed the rocking and rolling with each commanding motion … creaking at first then slowly thumping to the increased emotional fucking. Her bed was the best bed to be used in a good fuck secession.  It was capable of more squeaks, creaks, moans and thumping noises as it complained of our overload of sexual passion every time we fucked in it.  That just accentuated the intensity of our fuck secessions.  We were now locked in a tight embrace as we thrust our hips against each other for only a couple of minutes.

 

DD was moaning and calling out loudly out to me followed by “Ooohhh you make me feel so good!” Then a minute of quiet and then “Ohh gawd I’m going to cum again… yes ..yes.. yes!! Ohhh cum with me Bobby…. Hurry- hurry- hurry!”

 

Her excitement was my trigger to begin to cum … squirting deep in her pussy once again as I told her “Here is a special present from me to you!” I have to admit that I used this exclamation on numerous occasions and it always resulted in either a powerful fuck secession or a touching romantic climax.

 

With that little announcement of my intensions, DD squeezed my very tightly, began to spasmodically pump against me and climax violently like I never saw before. This was a very special climax and should have helped put aside any feeling of inadequacy left over from the bad first sexual encounters at school.

 

She collapsed back onto the bed … arms flopping out to her side… a great sigh of relief as she commented…

 

 “What a feeling …. What a feeling!!  I can’t move.  I…… can’t …..move!”

 

 We laid on our backs for a while staring at the ceiling making small talk. Finally, we arrived once again at the inquisition to finalize her question as to her sexuality and how good she was as a lover. She turned on her side and looked down into my face asking….

 

 “Do you like making love to me?”

 

I answered “yes” and returned with “Do you like me to make love to you?”

 

She closed her eyes and softly whispered back “More than you can imagine! But you know what I think about and sometimes wish? I wish I could just tell some of the girls at school what we do together and how good you make me feel!”

 

She then giggled and looked into my face … “And watch the look on their faces!”

 

“DD….. that’s enough of those ideas.  Do you hear me?”  “I know …I know. We can never tell anyone at least for a long time…. like never!”  “That’s right DD… never.”

 

And DD’s final question that really was the question she wanted answered.

 

 “Am I good in bed?”

 

I smiled and said “You are better than good! Let’s see how many tissues we need to use and how much wash we have to do!  DD….. there is cum everywhere and in two beds. And I want to screw you again … right now!”

 

With that statement from me she laughed and jumped out of bed. I went to get up and at first froze with her startled exclamation as she called to me “Ohhh Bobby look!”

 

She was standing naked …facing me …  looking down, then at me, and then down again.  A stream of cum had begun to run down her leg for several inches and another was forming and beginning to seep down her leg!  She just stood there looking at me. We now both watch the rivulet of joint cum seeping slowly downward for a few seconds.

 

 I then stood and took her in my arms and held her tight. What ever we had done that was wrong was not being thought about right then... it was forgotten. Everything was just beautiful…. Everything was just a sign of two lovers lost in their private thoughts. I caressed her back as she sighed and went very quiet………….. and no one was coming home to disturb us for a couple of days!

 

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 DD cooked a light breakfast for us both. We giggled over a number of thoughts and past sexual feelings we had shared.  DD continuously wanted to talk about the amount of cum that seeped out of pussy and down her legs. She has a fascination with that image to this day. I can’t fault her for that fascination; I think of it often when I’m alone and at work and the result is always the same.  

 

  DD found it amusing that she could listen to all her girl friends talk girl talk about what they thought was erotic sex at the same time DD thought about my cock fucking her pussy. She smiled with them always in an agreeing manner as to their conclusions.  DD always said she had to bite her tongue.  When I looked at her with a disparaging look she knew enough to say she would never utter a word about us.  The more she talked the more I got horny. When I mentioned my state of growing excitement she came and sat on my lap. Feeling my cock she asked if I wanted to go and just play in bed nice and easy… what ever that meant. I think she was deliberately being coy and seductive with her talk.

 

It was off to her bedroom with her big mirror again. As we entered her bedroom, I felt something was a little bit different in both our demeanors. We both removed our robes and stood in front of the mirror. DD looked at the mirror with our reflections displaying her bubble as and my now hard stiff cock.

 

“Do you want to play puppy dog in front of the mirror Bobby?”

 

With an excited “Yes!” exclamation from me she placed one hand on the bureau and turned sideward so we both could see each other while she bent over in anticipation.

 

 I whispered … “We haven’t tried doing everything we can while playing puppy dog!”

 

DD turned and looked into the mirror looking back at my reflection in a quizzical manner. It took her a few seconds to realize the significance of my comment. The expression on her face said it all. She knew what I was thinking and I could see what she was thinking… DD’s look said “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

 

After a few minutes of silly and jovial discussion centering on that she was a good piece of ass that this idea of screwing DD in the ass would guarantee her title for that exclamation. We finally agreed that this would be an experiment and would stop if it wasn’t fun.

 

Our approach was far from being sexually exciting. It initially fell into the box of checking off what we had read other couples had done and we could say “Been there done it.”

 

DD wanted the pleasure of lubricating my cock and her ass with a strawberry flavored lubricant. DD bent over and helped hold my cock at the entrance to that sacred hole. I pushed gently and was met with great resistance to enter.

 

“ Go easy … let me relax… I’ve never done this before Bobby.”

 

I tried to comfort her and add some mutual excitement telling her that it was my first time also. I lied but a white lie at this moment was necessary!

 

We both put pressure on my cock to penetrate her ass and just waited. Then I felt a minute movement and her tight ring just relaxed a bit and the first bit of the head began to seek to be let in.

 

“Easy….easy … easy!” as more of the head penetrated.

 

I then leaned back and could see my cock trying to penetrate just as the head of my cock disappeared from view. DD issued a sigh of relief and a long held release of her breath that she was holding. I was immediately aware that I had been holding my breath for sometime as we were both pushing for my cock to enter without knowing it.  After a few seconds of rest, we slid about half of my cock length into her ass finally stopping with DD whispering “That’s enough.”

 

We both began to move slowly together; exploring the feeling associated with our joint experiment. The strawberry lubrication made the screwing somewhat enjoyable for both of us. DD stroked her own clit as I did the pumping. It did not take DD long to bring herself to the point of her climax after so much experience in finger fucking her own pussy. I now had lost count on how many climaxes she had experienced. I had the feeling she had a couple of smaller more minor climaxes but that was just a guess on my part.

Since DD never commented on how good it felt to be screwed in her ass I some how felt she was more engrossed in caressing her clit and was going to experience a self induced climax. Having me buried for a few inches in her ass and slowly sliding my cock into what was a very tight tunnel was all for my pleasure. She was being a dutiful lover and wanted to please her man. I knew something was missing in this sexual liaison. The mutual passion and good sensations was not there with us. 

 

DD was very tight and I had to stay hard or she would have pushed my cock out I thought. Her squeals of self induced pleasure by continuous caressing her clit and pinkness was an encouragement for me to try to climax quickly. Looking down and watching my cock slide in and out of her ass was a cause of excitement. When I saw DD’s image in the mirror with a smile on her face watching me pump her ass …. that was all I needed. She saw the look on my face… I saw the look on hers.

 

DD whispered “I’m close …. I’m close.”

 

Her left hand came back for me to hold and she began to energetically pump against me. Up until then it was more of a lackluster thrusting against my cock. DD’s mirror image would be indelibly imprinted in my mind. She looked at me … then her mouth opened in a somewhat expression of what I first though was fear or panic but I was mistaken. Her mouth opened wider as she inhaled deeply and with force. Her body seemed to tremble everywhere at once as she rapidly stroked her pussy and clit. Her hand gripped my hand in a vice like grip. DD’s head flipped backwards her eyes looking more to the ceiling as she fervently called out my name while climaxing with intoxicating feelings.

 

I came quickly because of the stimulus image in the mirror. DD felt my increased thrusts as I climaxed and pushed back forcible allowing my cock to penetrate further than any other time we were coupled in front of the mirror. We quickly relaxed from a post climatic ‘high’. We now were frozen in a locked together bent at the hips mode. DD was resting on her arm on the bureau with me resting on her ass and back while supporting most of my weight on my arm on the bureau also. All was quiet in the bedroom. There was no movement between our bodies. I could feel my cock softening. We both could feel my cock being forcibly removed from its place of hiding. Now it was free and limp. DD sighed with relief.

 

We moved to her bed and lay down side by side, face to face. There was no need to ask questions of each other. The quietness between us was deafening. It was enough to say we had checked the block in both our minds that “We have been there and done that!” The block had been check and the number of checks would remain for life at one for DD and me as a couple.

 

What ever the reason for the failure, it was to remain as a failed experience not to be repeated. Yes, we both reached a climax, but each was essentially self induced and not because of wanting to share the endeavor once we sensed the lack of the feelings in our coupling. ‘Been there and done that!’ said all there was needed to be said for the encounter.

 

DD now felt some real physical pain. What I sensed in my mind and felt in my stomach for what I concluded was my entire fault was overwhelming to me. I pulled the bed covers over us to hide from the world around us. I went close to her ear to say “I’m sorry!”

 

“Shhhh. It’s alright…. It’s alright Bobby. Just stay with me and be my lover and all will be alright. Now shush, don’t say anything.”

 

I was driven to gently kiss everywhere on her face. I just had too. I had to show her what I was really feeling and wanted her to know without speaking. When I stopped kissing her face, DD rubbed my back for a minute or so. I felt some what relieved with having her rub my back. I knew what she was saying without words.

 

We snuggled up very close in each others arms and held each other tightly. We dozed off after a while into a welcomed period of sleep.

 

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   This is the third story in a possible series of a few stories about an incest relationship that was never planned or anticipated. The stores dwell on both exciting side of the sexual events and also the apprehension, anguish and thoughts of guilt that comes with such a relationship. I sense that such a relationship in this society cannot unfold without a questioning as to what is being shared in an incest relationship with out these feelings. I would welcome comments from readers if they have experienced such misgivings in their quiet moments when they are alone with their private thoughts.  
I would especially like to see the thoughts from the woman’s side with knowledge of such a relationship. 
If you wish to comment contact me at skylinerider80@gmail.com.              

 

Measuring My Cum Ch. 02

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After having been wanking in private for so many years and being careful not to have mom catch me whilst doing it, it had felt quite liberating to have done in front of her, and, even better, with her doing the 'wanking off' part for me. It was an amazing, exhilarating feeling. It felt like some chains on my sexual freedom had been removed, although why I had these aches in my balls was still a bit of a downer in the whole situation. Hopefully, it was just a phase that would pass, as Dr Taylor had said.

After a few moments of pondering my thoughts, I decided I'd better clean up and dress, just in case mom came back in to talk to me. After washing myself down below, and putting on some clothes, I sat on the bed. T
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he ache in my balls had gone as normal, after cumming a few times during the evening.

After a few moments, Mom knocked on my door and came in. She was fully dressed again and looking all prim and proper. Seeing in her normal clothes again, it excited me even more that I had seen her in her underwear and felt up her ass with her permission. My dick stirred as she walked in. She smiled at me and said, "We'll have a session in the morning as that went quite well. As I have to go to work tomorrow, I'll knock on your door before leaving and we'll see if we can get a sample, to start keeping a record of your specimens."

"OK, mom" I said, smiling back, and trying to sound cool and calm. In reality my dick was getting hard again in my pants, although I didn't think I could cum again so soon now.

"I'll leave you to get on with your normal stuff now," she added, and disappeared off to get on with her nightly routine.

I looked over at the clock on the wall of my bedroom. It was 10pm. I thought about what mom had said about the morning. I normally went to college much later than when she left for work. I'd have a bit of a lie in after our session. I wondered what she would wear for me, and my dick stirred again. This all was rather amazing that it was actually happening.

I decided to try and take my mind off it and save my energy for tomorrow by playing a few video games on my PC and then go to sleep. I walked over to the PC in the corner of my room and got lost in playing 'Tomb Raider' in no time.

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"Jacob" I heard a voice say and something nudge my arm. "Jacob, wake up." It was morning, and mom was waking me up.

I opened my eyes sleepily. Mom had opened the curtains and daylight was flooding into the bedroom. I had a semi-hard on under the sheets. I noticed mom was fully dressed in a black knee length skirt and cream coloured blouse.

"I'm running late," she said and sounding annoyed. She must have been in one of her moods. She was often like that in the mornings.

I noticed she was holding the semen-measuring beaker in one hand.

"Come on, we must be quick about this," she said, pulling the sheets off me in one movement, and still sounding a bit pissed off.

She saw my semi hard on poking through the gap in the front of my pyjamas. I normally slept with just those and nothing on my top half. "Well, at least that's a start," she said, sounding a bit calmer, but business like.

This all still felt a bit weird.

She folded the sheets right back and said. "Take off your pyjamas and lie back on the bed naked, like you did last night."

I did as I was told, and lay back on the bed with my semi hard-on wavering below me. Hearing her talk like that was getting me going.

"As I'm running late, we'll have to manage like this," said mom, pointing at her clothes. "I don't have time to mess about, dressing and undressing. You can touch my butt again through the material of my skirt, if you like. That should be enough stimulation for you, together with my hand."

I felt a bit disappointed that she would not be taking her clothes off, but as mom positioned herself again, like she had done last night, with her butt angled slightly towards my face and bending over me slightly as she started pumping my dick up and down, I got quite turned on.

I had, many a time, imagined myself feeling up her ass through her normal day clothes in my fantasies, so this was now the real thing.

Again, like last night, not wanting to appear too keen, I gently felt mom's right buttock through the material of her skirt, and then moved over to the left buttock, squeezing the flesh there gently. Her ass felt good.

"Don't crease up my skirt now" she said sternly, still stroking my dick, which was now fully hard.

I widened the circular movement of my hand over mom's ass and wondered if she would let me put my hand up under her skirt and feel her ass through her panties.

I thought quickly and said hesitatingly, "Mom...er...I might cum a bit quicker if I...er... could maybe feel your butt cheeks under your skirt...w..would you be ok with that...?"

She looked back at me for a moment and said in a slightly stern tone, "Yes, if it helps get this over with quicker, but don't crease up my skirt."

The hem of mom's skirt was just above her knee and about level with me as I lay on the bed. I moved my left hand off her ass and ever so slowly slid it under the hem of her skirt, next to her right leg, which was nearest to me, and slid my hand up along her smooth thigh, until I felt the material of her panties. God it felt great, feeling the flesh of her thighs and buttocks!

I squeezed her ass cheeks through the material of her panties as I moved my left hand in circular motions over it, and for a split second slid the tips of my fingers under the panty line so as to feel the flesh there. The feeling was exquisite and my prick raged in response. Mom did not seem to object, although it was only for a split second. I felt like I was going to cum. I wasn't able to last long as all this was so new, and incredibly arousing for me.

"I think that's done the trick mom, I'm gonna cum soon," I said warning her, and with that she placed the semen beaker in position with her free hand and with her other hand which was pumping my dick, pointed my piss-hole towards it.

She did that just in time. As I felt mom's ass cheeks again, I ran my middle two fingers along the material of her panties, down the line of her bum crack and a little way towards her pussy. As I did so, I started to cum, gushing my spunk out, thick and fast. "Uhhh...uhhh...ohhhhhhh.......," I blurted out.

Mom, skilfully managed to catch all my spunk in the beaker, as I felt like I flooded it with my cum.

"Yes, Jacob,....good boy" she said, now sounding a lot happier than when we had started. As I relaxed back on the bed, again, similar to last night, mom, wiped her fingers which had caught a bit of my cum, into the beaker, so as to collect as much of it as she could.

Then, without much further fuss, she said, "Goodness me, that is a lot," holding the beaker up towards the light, and looking how far up the measuring lines my cum was. It was about a quarter full, which did look like a lot as the beaker was quite wide. "Right, I'm going to note down this amount on that form Dr Taylor gave us, and run off to work now. Have a good day." She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and walked out of my room quickly.

"Bye, mom," I said, as she went.

I pushed my head back into the pillows and closed my eyes. Mom's ass had felt great. Wow, it felt so fucking good lying back like this on the bed, with my mom just having wanked me off, letting me feel up her ass cheeks again. I found her butt incredibly sexy. I was a real ass man. I just couldn't wait till the evening. I wondered if I could find a way to add some a variety to our sessions. As that thought struck me, I wondered how I'd pass my day at college just thinking about it! Fuck!

To be continued...

Measuring My Cum Ch. 01

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My problem started soon after I had just turned 18. My name is Jacob and I'm just a regular kind of guy. Or so I thought. Ok, so I had a few issues back then, but doesn't everyone at 18? For me most of these issues revolved around my mom being temperamental and difficult, and the way I had been brought up.

My mom, Margaret Addington, or Marge as she liked to be known, had divorced three years back, and now at 55, in the prime of her life, she had become a bit of a recluse. She'd given up on men, 'I'm not giving myself to another man' she would say angrily, when I'd suggest she maybe try meeting someone. 'Not after all the trouble your father gave me' she would continue. 'One man in my life has been quite enough'.
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My mom had a tough life until she divorced. She'd married quite late compared to others in her generation at 35, been my father's second wife and it seemed he'd only married her to have someone cook and clean and provide some carnal satisfaction. They had argued a lot - as far back as I could remember, and enough for me to get sick of it. Anyway, it all finally ended with a divorce and with me as an only child. And now mom just wanted to stick to working in her job of many years as a librarian until she retired, enjoying her garden, and the occasional women's institute gathering, a few female friends and of course taking care of her only precious child -- yours truly.

The problem for me in all of this was that I had been over protected, and mom had a fiery temper, and would be very controlling. She was also quite prudish and straight laced. Now, at the age of 18 when I just wanted to break free and experience life, I felt guilty about leaving her alone. We had no other family close by, so I felt obliged to stay on at home and go to my local college rather than move away. And that meant losing my freedom, and having to cope with mom's controlling ways, and her moodiness and temperament.

This was not easy. Sometimes she would fly off the handle over the smallest thing. I'd argue back and then she'd sulk or not talk to me for ages until I came round to her way of thinking. And mostly, I would give in. I wanted a quiet life. It was either that, or the guilt I would feel by moving out. So I decided to stay. Looking back, I think that was a mistake in some ways, but as this story unfolds, you might think otherwise.

Before I go on, some descriptions. I was 5'8" average to heavy build with dark hair, and I wore glasses. I didn't think I was bad looking, but I had never really made it with girls up to then, and never had a girlfriend. I was still a virgin at that stage.

Mom at 55, was 5'6", with dark hair, which she liked to keep in a bun, and a dress size of between 12 and 14. She had filled out, so to speak, as many women do in their late forties and fifties, but she did still have curves and a figure of sorts. She had quite a voluptuous frame with largish boobs that definitely filled out anything she wore (I found out later she was a size 38DD), and a good-sized rear end -- not gross, but quite a nice full, curvy bottom.

And if you were going to ask me 'Did I ever fantasize about my mom sexually?' my answer would be yes, of course. Many a time. Don't most sons' at one time or another? This story is actually about how those fantasies, quite unexpectedly became a reality.

So back to the story. I had just turned 18. Like most guys I had been masturbating for some years. I had what I thought was a reasonable stash of porn -- magazines, videos and DVDs. Then for some inexplicable reason I started to develop a regular ache in my balls which I had never experienced before. It would start gradually in the mornings and then build up to an uncomfortable feeling by the end of the day. The only way to relieve the discomfort would be to bring myself off and get rid of my cum when I got home in the evenings. I'd have to do it at least three times during the course of the evening. By the end of my third wank, I'd be fine and comfortable again. And the funny thing about this was I always seemed to have plenty of semen. I never seemed to dry up or produce a small quantity, even after the third time of the evening. After a few weeks of this I decided I needed to get some medical advice. There was surely something not quite right.

I felt embarrassed about going to our family doctor. I had never really discussed anything sexual with mom before (as I said before, she was quite a prude and didn't approve of 'modern girls' behaviour), but I felt as this was a health issue, I should ask her advice on it. I didn't know who else to turn to, in all honesty -- I didn't really want to discuss it with my friends.

One evening after our dinner we were in the living room. I was reading a magazine and Mom was knitting (I was only allowed a TV in my room as mom rarely watched TV, refusing to have 'those awful shameless programmes with semi nudity and violence mixed with commercials ' in her living room).

"Mom, I've got a bit of a problem," I said.

"What's that dear?" she said, not looking up at me.

"Well," I replied rather awkwardly, " It's a little embarrassing."

"Come on Jacob, speak up," she replied rather sternly this time, and giving me a cursory glance.

"Well, it's a little personal" I continued again, hesitatingly.

She stopped her knitting, straightened up her body a little and looked at me rather seriously. "Tell me young man," she said keenly, "Have you got a girl in trouble?"

"Er...no mom," I replied. "It's more of a personal health thing."

"Go on then," she said relaxing a little and starting up her knitting again. "Don't be shy."

"Er...well its about my...er," I hesitated, "... private parts," I said squirmingly, and in a low tone.

"About what?" she said loudly.

"Well, it's about my testicles" I said not looking at her but the carpet in front of the sofa.

She stopped knitting again.

"Go on" she said, more gently than I had expected.

"Well, I seem to have some aches and discomfort there. I was wondering if I should se a doctor."

"Are you sure you've not been with a girl and caught something?" she replied accusingly.

"No mom, honestly" I said.

She thought for a moment. "How long has this been going on?"

"A few weeks" I said

"A few weeks?" she replied questioningly. "Why didn't you say anything before?"

"I was embarrassed. And I thought it might clear up by itself."

"Oh," she said, looking concerned. "Well, I'm not sure what I can do except get you in front of a doctor. I'm not too keen on you seeing our family doctor Jacob because our health center is full of gossips and I wouldn't want my son to be thought of in a funny way -- they'll probably think you've caught something off someone."

I felt a bit horrified that mom would think like that, but I could sort of see her point.

"I'll have to take you to a private clinic," she said after another pause.

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Two days later we were both sitting in the reception of a private sexual health clinic. Don't ask me how mom found out about it, but she had been busy making phone calls after I raised my little problem.

We went in to see the doctor together. As we entered the consulting room I saw a desk behind which a largish looking lady in a white coat was sitting. There were two chairs in front of the desk and to one side of the room a standalone curtain rail on castors, behind which was an examination table. Mom and I both sat down on the chairs.

The doctor was a mature lady -- she looked liked she was around 50, chubby and buxom, and with greying hair. She wore glasses, but had quite a pretty face and wonderful deep blue eyes.

She looked at mom and then me, smiled and then said in a quite matter of fact way, "Hello. My name is Dr Taylor. It's Jacob isn't it?" she said, looking directly at me. I nodded.

"Your mother contacted us about a problem you are having," she continued. "I know you are 18, and old enough to see me on your own, but she wanted to sit in on our little consultation." She briefly glanced reassuringly at mom and then back at me. "Is that ok with you Jacob?"

"Er...yes, sure... I guess," I replied, a bit timidly.

"Now, what appears to be the problem young man?" she continued.

I explained the problem like I had to mom previously, only with more embarrassment. The doctor listened patiently and took some notes as I spoke.

"As you are just a young man, there could be many reasons for your condition," she said looking at me then at mom. She spoke quite confidently and without any embarrassment. I guess she dealt with sexual problems all the time.

"It may just be a phase and nothing to be too concerned about, but we do need to do some tests," she continued.

"Firstly, I need to examine you," she said. "Come over to the examination table."

I had been expecting this with a bit of trepidation.

I went over to the table and lay on it. "Undo your trouser button and belt," she said, as she drew the curtain rail around us so mom could not see.

I had undone my belt and top button of my jeans and lowered the zip a little. She put on some latex medical gloves which were cream coloured and tight fitting on her hands, and pulled down my jeans and underwear in one yank, as I moved my hips up to help clear the way for the material.

I was exposed from the waist down, my private parts showing.

"Just relax," she said.

I felt her hands first touch and lift my limp cock, squeeze it gently along its length, and then feel around my balls, cupping each in turn. Then she pulled back the foreskin of my penis for a moment, taking a look at the skin there, and then let it go back to normal.

"Any pain when I touch your penis or testicles?" she said, looking at me for a moment.

"No" I replied. But I do still have a sort of ache in my ba.....I mean testicles," I said. It goes away when I...er.. you know...masturbate," I said meekly.

"I see," she said, still looking at me and then licked her lips. She seemed to linger her tongue around and outside her lips a little longer than I would have expected. Or maybe that was my imagination.

"Ok, Jacob" she said finally, "Get you clothes back on and come back to the desk when you are ready. She took off her gloves, apparently satisfied, washed her hands in a sink next to the table, and walked around the curtain back to her desk.

I made myself decent and joined her and mom a moment later. I was still thinking about the way she had licked her lips.

"Well," said Dr Taylor, "Everything appears normal on the physical examination. What we need to do in a case like this is take some blood tests and samples of your semen."

"Ok," I said, rather timidly. Dr Taylor then looked at mom and said firmly, "Mrs Addington, I assume you are happy to go ahead with the tests?"

"Yes, of course" replied mom.

"Good. Now, I'm going to ask you a few questions Jacob," said Dr Taylor looking back at me. "Don't be embarrassed. Firstly, do you have a regular girlfriend at the moment or have had one in the past year?"

"No" I replied.

"Have you been with a prostitute in the past year?"

"No," I replied.

"Have you had casual sex with anyone in the past year?"

"No," I replied.

Dr Taylor ticked some boxes on a form as I gave my answers.

"Right," she continued, "As I mentioned before, this is not something to be embarrassed about -- it could just be a phase you are going through as many young men do at or around puberty. Some boys develop later than others and everyone can have slightly different experiences."

"For the blood test please see the nurse outside, who will take some samples, and I will let you know the results of those in one week."

"Now, the other thing is samples of your semen. As you are describing an unusual amount in quantity, what I need from you is a record of how much you are producing." She looked at mom and then me.

"Now, it is very important that we get an accurate record as possible. So what I need you to do is use this."

She opened a drawer of her desk and pulled out what looked like a clear plastic beaker, about 5 inches in height and 3 inches wide at the open end, and with some measuring lines on the side.

"It's better that you don't use a condom to masturbate into as much of your semen will get stuck to the insides of it and so we will lose the accuracy of the measurement. This beaker has been specially treated on the inside so that all the semen flows to the bottom and then you can take a measurement using the lines on the side," she continued.

She looked at mom again and then me, making sure we understood. "Is that ok?"

"Er...yes," I said, and mom said the same.

"Now, Jacob, when you masturbate you need to aim the tip of your penis at the centre of the beaker and make sure your cum goes into the beaker. Make sure you don't spill any. After every session of masturbation, measure the amount produced and write it down on this form." She gave me a couple of sheets of paper with grid lines on and columns marked 'date', 'time' and 'quantity'.

"In order to get an accurate sample, I need to know how much semen you are producing everyday for 2 weeks. I will arrange an appointment to see you again in 2 weeks time, and depending on the results, I may ask you to continue to keep a record of how much semen you are producing for a further two weeks after that. Is that clear?"

Mom and I both nodded.

"Now one last thing, is that when we ask for samples like this, we normally find from experience that most men require the help of their partner, girlfriend or wife in collecting the samples, because it can be quite awkward for a man to catch all his semen when he masturbates into this beaker. In this case," she said, looking at me directly, "I hope you will be able to manage, but if you have difficulty," she continued, now looking at mom, "Perhaps your mom will be able to help. It is nothing to be embarrassed about as we are dealing with helping to resolve your condition for medical reasons."

Dr Taylor paused for a moment, still looking intently at mom.

"Would that arrangement be ok with you Mrs Addington?" I glanced a look at mom, who looked a little perturbed, but then composing herself said, "Well it's going to be a bit of a nuisance, and inconvenience to my routine, but yes I'll do it Doctor, as it's for medical reasons, and to help my son," replied mom. "As long as it gets him sorted out."

She sounded a bit annoyed, but that was what she was like when she had to do something out of the ordinary, usually.

"Good," replied Dr Taylor, now looking at me and smiling. "Don't be shy of your mom and ask her help if you need it," she continued. "In fact, I would recommend your mom helps you collecting your semen and doing the measuring from the start as that way you will avoid any mistakes and little accidents that may affect getting an accurate result. I do need accurate measurements to be able to make a proper diagnosis."

"Er..yea sure," I replied, a little stunned by the implications of what she meant.

Dr Taylor stood up, indicating the consultation was over. She handed mom the semen beaker and we shook hands and said our goodbyes. On the way out I gave a blood sample, whilst mom waited in the reception area.

There was a bit of a silence in the car for a while as we began our drive home. I guess it was because of what the Doctor had said. I didn't know quite what to think and mom must have been having similar thoughts about it. What she seemed to have said was mom would help me masturbate into the beaker! It seemed bizarre! Mom would see my erect cock and then see me spurt my cum. God! That was a private thing to me in my life so far, but now I was supposed to wank off in front of mom! I felt a mixture of embarrassment and excitement at the same time.

Mom eventually broke the silence. She spoke firmly and without any embarrassment. "Well this all a bit of a pain Jacob, but we must do what the doctor has suggested. I will do my best to help you. We need to get your problem sorted out and get back to normality. It is going to be very inconvenient for me, but it has to be done." She sounded ok about it but she also seemed a bit pissed at me.

"Thanks, mom" I replied, a little awkwardly, and trying to sound grateful.

"We'll talk more about this when we get home and how we make arrangements for collecting ....er ...you know...your semen. We'll have a chat after dinner. We probably won't be able to start properly getting your samples until tomorrow, so if you need to relieve yourself when you get home you can do, but we might do one test run tonight, so save yourself for a time with me when I will be present when...you know...you masturbate."

I'd never heard mom talk like that before and my cock stirred. I was semi hard when we got home and had to cover the front of my pants with my jacket until I got into my bedroom and wanked off. I came a bucket load.

I came again about an hour later thinking about mom touching my dick. The ache in my balls had eased as normal after cumming a couple of times, but I knew I could still cum once more, which mom had suggested I saved myself for.

We had dinner in front of the telly. Nothing more had been said about how mom would help get samples of my cum since we had got home.

After I finished my plate, mom said, "Finish the dishes and then come back in here so we can have a talk."

I disappeared and did my chores.

Finally, when the last plate and spoon had been washed up, I dried my hands and went back into the living room. My heart was beating fast.

"Come and sit here." We had a 3 seater sofa. Mom sat on one end and she beckoned me to sit next to her on the middle cushion.

"Now Jacob. This is going to be quite inconvenient for me but we have to do what the doctor advised. Firstly, as some people might not understand what we are doing and that it is for medical reasons, what ever we do must never be discussed outside this house except with Dr Taylor. Do you understand that?" she said in a very stern tone.

"Yes, mom" I replied meekly.

"Now, the other thing is that we need to discuss some very personal things, and there is no point in getting embarrassed with me about it. I have seen your body many times before when you very young and growing up, although I haven't seen you naked for many years or in a sexually aroused state. Whatever we do or discuss now, you must remember it is for medical reasons, so don't be shy with me."

"Ok, mom" I said. My dick stirred again.

"Firstly," she continued, "You'll have to tell me how you masturbate normally, and what you do to arouse yourself." She spoke in a schoolmistress sort of tone.

"Er...well", I paused, trying not to be embarrassed, but not succeeding.

"Come on now, don't be shy," said mom encouragingly. "I know most boys of your age have magazines of some sort with pictures of naked women. Do you?"

"Er..yes, I do", I said, being up front about it. "I've got some magazines and some videos and DVDs which I read or watch, and then I normally masturbate onto a towel on my bed. I keep a few towels only for that purpose so as not to mix them up with the normal laundry."

"I'm glad to hear that Jacob." replied mom in quite a 'matter of fact' way. "I'm glad you have the sense to be clean."

"Well," she continued, "I certainly don't want to help you when you're looking at such things. I don't want to be in a room with you when you are looking at those things, some of which are quite disgusting, I'm sure."

I blushed in embarrassment, and also felt a little admonished about my porn collection.

"But," she continued, "I do have to help you masturbate into the semen beaker. So I will have to see you naked, and see your erect penis, hold it, feel it and stimulate it, and make sure you cum into the beaker."

"You will also need some visual stimulation - we can't really avoid that," she continued, again sounding very schoolmistress like. "As you have told me some of your personal 'secrets' so to speak, I will also tell you one of mine. When your father was around, he liked me to dress up for him in what you might call 'stimulating underwear' before we had sex." She paused for a moment letting what she had said sink in. "I did not mind doing that -- in fact I used to enjoy it, as long as it was done tastefully" she continued. "So what I am prepared to do is stimulate you by dressing up in some suitable underwear which will help you to cum more quickly."

My dick had turned rock hard as she spoke. I did not quite believe what she was saying. So my mom had liked dressing up in sexy lingerie for dad! Wow! And she was prepared to do that in order to 'stimulate' me as she put it! Fuck!

"Is that acceptable for you?" she continued.

Acceptable? Fuck, yea, I thought, but kept my composure and acting a little, replied, softly, "Yea mom, if you're ok with that?"

"Good," she said. "Now, a few other rules. Firstly, I may let you touch me if I feel it may help you cum more quickly. I don't want our sessions to last for ages as I have my day-to-day routine to do, so it may help speed things along if you are able to touch me. But, you may only touch me by first asking my permission, or when I say you can, and where you can."

I gulped.

"Secondly, and again, only because it may help to stimulate you, we can use more normal day to day words for our various body parts. I think it might be a bit off putting if I used the word 'penis' all the time when I was stimulating you, or if you said 'semen' instead of cum. You may use normal slang word which men and women use such as ass, bum, cock, pussy and tits, but, and this is a big but, I do not want you to be very crude in my presence unless I say you can. Do you understand?"

I couldn't believe I had heard my prim and proper mom use such words. My cock was raging in my pants and making me feel quite uncomfortable. All I could do was nod in agreement and slight shock.

"Is there anything you want to ask me?" she continued.

My mind was still half in a daze, and all I could do was say " I can't think of anything right now mom, but I might later."

"That's fine," she replied.

"Now, the other thing is that it may be better to take one sample in the morning and then the others in the evening. How many times do you normally need to cum in the evening?"

"Normally about 3 times" I said.

"That is a lot," she said. "Well, let's see what happens. We'll both have to get up a bit earlier in the morning during weekdays for the next two weeks if we are to have one session in the morning."

"Ok," I agreed.

"Do you feel the need to cum now Jacob?" she said.

Fuck yea, I did, my prick was straining, "Yes that would be helpful," I said, as coolly and politely as I could.

"Ok then. What I would suggest is you go to your room, take off your clothes and lie face up on your bed. Oh, and give yourself a wash down below -- I do insist on cleanliness," she continued. "I'll go and change into something suitable and come in with the semen measuring beaker."

I got up. Mom must have noticed the tent in my pants. She didn't say anything. I thought it didn't matter, she would soon see my hard on in all its glory anyway.

I walked out of the room a little awkwardly, and almost flew up the stairs, I went so fast.

I had my own bathroom attached to my bedroom so after undressing, I gave my hard on and balls a quick wash. I felt like I was going to cum quick.

I laid down on the bed on my back. I was now semi hard as the washing had taken the edge off it.

As I lay there waiting for mom to come in thinking about what she might be wearing, I started to get a full pole again. I stroked it gently once.

After a couple of minutes, I heard a knock on the door.

"Jacob, are you ready?" I heard mom say in a raised voice from the other side of the door.

"Yea, mom," I said. My cock was still rock hard and sticking up like a pole.

The door swung open and mom came in. I took in the wonderful sight. She was wearing a black bra and matching panties and nothing else. She saw my hard cock sticking up already and it jerked up again at seeing her.

I saw her draw a heavy take of breath. "So you are hard already I see. You didn't really need much stimulation today." As she walked over to the bed I got a better look at her body, although I tried not to stare too much. She had quite large boobs, but the bra and panties were a little old fashioned with quite a lot of material and covered most of her private parts well. She came and stood next to me as I lay on the bed. I saw she had the semen beaker in one hand.

"You've grown a lot since I last saw you naked," she said, looking at my raging prick, and then looking at me straight in the eye. I thought I saw a slight glint in her eyes I had never seen before.

"Now Jacob," she said, "I'm going to stroke your cock and wank you off into the semen beaker. I'm going to bend over slightly. You may touch my bottom lightly if you wish, and it helps you to cum.

She stood level with my chest and at about a 45 degree angle so that her ass was a bit more accessible to me, and then she bent over me, her head towards my legs, and started stroking her right hand up and down my dick. With her other hand she put the beaker between my legs near my groin, but not so it was touching me.

I saw her bra wrapped boobs hanging over my stomach as she touched me and realised they were probably much bigger than I had imagined.

"Go on," she said, "You can touch my butt lightly, but you must tell me when you are about to cum."

I looked at he ass, which was largish, but not huge. It was quite round and shapely and her black panties gripped the flesh of her buttocks sexily. Some of the white flesh was visible, under the thinner material of the panties where they covered her buttocks, but there was a thicker, non-see through material that covered the line of her ass and pussy area. I don't think this underwear was very modern, but it sure still turned me on seeing mom almost naked next to me and sticking her ass out at me.

As mom touched my dick I felt like I was in heaven. She started stroking it up and down ever so gently at first. With my left hand with was nearest her ass I started stroking her butt cheeks gently in circular motions, feeling the flesh there.

Her ass felt wonderful. I wanted to grope it hard and squeeze the flesh there much more roughly, but I dared not, and was quite soft and gentle so as not to put mom off.

Even so, I knew I would not last long this first time. Within about a minute of mom starting to pump my dick up and down, and me feeling up her ass curves, I said, "I'm gonna cum mom."

She grabbed the beaker quickly with her free hand and then, still pumping my dick wit her other hand, she pointed the tip towards the open end of the beaker.

I closed my eyes, and with my left hand still playing and feeling up moms wonderful fleshy ass cheeks in wide round circles as she pumped my dick even harder now, I shouted, "I'm cumming...oh...oh ....ohhhhhhh.....," and I spurted a ton of cum.

Mom had directed the tip of my prick right into the centre of the beaker and gently milked my dick into it, managing to collect all my spunk as I came. As my dick became limp, she wiped the tip with her fingers, and then wiped them into the beaker to collect as much as she could from them.

"That's good Jacob, well done. We have a good test sample," she said, pointing at the beaker and showing me my cum had reached the measuring lines marked on the side. I think our little arrangement will work well. You get yourself cleaned up and I'll do the same," and with that she turned and walked towards the door. I saw her hourglass voluptuous figure fully from the back now, with her white smooth skin naked and bare, except for the bra strap and panties. I couldn't take my eyes of her wide full ass cheeks as they wriggled and wobbled in her knickers as she walked. Her ass looked really sexy to me, and I wondered if I would ever see more of it, and than in just old fashioned black panties.

I looked up at the ceiling after she had left the room and wondered just how good the next two weeks would be.

To be continued...