“I won’t Mrs Howard; have a nice time.”

 

Mrs Howard kissed his cheek, momentarily showing most of her breasts in a tight cleavage, his eyes dropped to them as he blushed from her peck. She turned in a cloud of perfume and chiffon to open the door and escape to her date for tonight.

 

Robert closed the door behind her, waving as she stepped into the waiting cab. Babysitting was a regular thing between him and Jean. Since her decree absolute had been granted, she had taken up some evening class or another in the local school; Robert sat for her every Friday trying to entertain her lively young daughter and keep her out of trouble. Abby, a vivacious twelve-year old, was no real trouble, they had even become friends in a kind of way; he was only four years older than she after all and could remember the antics he got upto, giving the sitter a hard time. Wasn’t that what they were for anyway?

 

He had seen Mrs Howard through the lowest times during the past few years. The divorce had not been amicable in the slightest. The fight over Abby had gone to court, as had the bitter war over finances. Mrs Howard, or Jean as she preferred, had hit bottom, often crying spontaneously; Robert had witnessed some of those despairing moments and, in his young inexperienced way, tried to be a friend, an ear for her to pour out her heart to.

 

The television was on when he came into the lounge. Abby had put a DVD in, Harry Potter, one of her favourites. She was curled up on a sofa, dressed in her nightie, ready for bed promptly at nine according to mummy, but somehow, was always extended for half an hour, sometimes even a little more.

 

“Do you want a drink?” Robert asked her and got a shake of the head by way of answer. He sat next to her to watch the film, probably for the third time.

 

Some way into it, a holistic dragon leaps almost from the screen; it always makes Abby jump, even though she knows the plot inside out. It is a ploy she had used on a few occasions now, knowing that, if she feigned fright, Bobby would put his arm around her to hold her body close to him; exactly the reason for the choice of film.

 

Predictably, he did just that, throwing a protective arm around her shoulder; he drew her closer to him. She nestled, feeling his warmth through his tee shirt and cuddled him around his stomach, her head resting against his torso.

 

It was no accident that her hand strayed to his groin. Abby wanted to feel his cock, even through his jeans; her imagination had her unzipping him so that she could grasp him in her small hand, his bulbous head, purple in colour, poking through her fist. He shifted a little, sitting up a bit so that her head lay in his lap. Robert had no idea what was on Abby’s mind until her fingers so carefully and deftly found the tab of his jeans. She had managed to pull his fly open without his knowledge until her fingers quested under the denim fabric. He almost shot up to a standing position, which would have thrown her full length onto the floor, but instead, she pushed herself up, using the hand still placed on his cock to lever herself into a kneeling position beside him.

 

“Can I see it Bobby?” Her saucer sized eyes looked directly into his with an expression that had almost always twisted her father around her finger before daddy left for good.

 

“No Abby, you can’t, it’s private.” She noticed he hadn’t lifted her hand away. She could feel his dick under the cloth of his underpants, her fingers closed around the girth of him, outlining his dick in cotton relief.

 

Half kneeling, she took no notice of his words, but full advantage of his momentary incapacity. In the time it took to blink, she had hooked a finger under the elasticated band of his shorts and pulled. His semi-hard cock was revealed. She grasped him, her fingers closing around him, only just meeting in a vice like ‘O’. He gasped and feebly tried to push her off of him, but the action only made her grasp tighter, concentrating all of his attention to where her hold on him was. He was in a precarious situation with his most delicate parts vulnerable in her grip.

 

She looked deep and directly into his eyes, he looked like a rabbit, caught in the glare of a pair of on-rushing headlamps.

 

“Abby…” He was gong to protest, but with the quickness of youth, she had ducked her head and planted a kiss on his cock head; the shock of what she had done, disabled his function of speech completely. Her lips parted, she took him in her mouth and suckled on him, using her tongue to trap his cock head against the ridged roof of her mouth. His traitorous cock sprang to life instantly, threatening to explode there and then.

 

Somehow, he managed to gather enough wits to gently lift Abby’s head so that her mouth was no longer likely to get flooded with his come. The memory of the warmth of her mouth lingered. Her hand still grasped him; he really was in desperate straights and clear thinking was something that eluded him at this precarious moment.

 

“Abby, this is wrong, you’re only twelve, and I’m a lot older.” Again, Abby ignored him, deigning not to answer, but instead, twisted around, straddled him and then sat down with a plop on his lap facing him. She had managed to keep hold of his cock, positioning him at the entrance of her down covered cunt until her downward momentum, forced his length into her body. Although she was tight, virginally tight, his cock wasn’t the first thing to have found its way into her little twat. Abby had had designs on Bobby for a while, since she became aware of the pleasure she could contrive from rubbing herself with a fingertip. Secretly, in the evenings after bedtime or in the shower, she had been practicing for this eventuality with her mother’s soft rubber dildo, fucking it into her, just as she had silently witnessed her mummy do in private moments when she was supposed to be in bed asleep. It had hurt at first, but the more she practiced, the easier it got. Her climaxes had hit a peak when she found the pleasures of her clit. Rubbing that hard little bead while ramming the bendy dildo into her twat; brought her off in no time flat and all the while, imagining Bobby’s cock pounding into her instead of a shocking pink coloured rubber dong.

 

She bounced up and down, using her knees either side of his slim waist. The feelings she received were confusing to her; the thrill of having successfully mounted the object of her desire was great, her body was responding in a much more aggressive and demanding way than when she had wormed the dildo into her, but his reaction was not what she had expected.

 

Instead of pounding into her as Uncle Keith had done to mummy many times, Bobby was just sitting still, dumbstruck and immobile. She stopped bouncing, sat down on him, successfully burying his shaft to the hilt and looked in earnest into his eyes. She couldn’t help tearing a little.

 

“Don’t you like me?” She asked, fearing the answer.

 

“Yes of course I like you; it isn’t that, just that, well, what we are doing here is totally wrong. I’m supposed to be looking after you, not making out.” He realised that his cock was still deep inside her; an involuntary twitch almost had him shooting his load. He was just as confused as Abby, at one level he was horrified at the position he was in, but at a more fundamental level, his cherry was being popped and it felt pretty damned good.

 

She burst into tears, her hands covering her face, wracking sobs caused her shoulders to bob, sending a tremor through her body to be transmitted straight to his dick still inside her and very much ready for unloading. He grasped her shoulders, as much to stop the feelings her movements were doing to his testicles, as to try and pacify the poor girl.

 

“Abby, I do like you; I like you a lot, but…”

 

“But, not enough...” She interrupted him. “…Not enough to want to screw me anyway.” A word she had heard her mother use on occasion while her uncle was ramming his cock into her. She went into another paroxysm of sobbing, the pressure was becoming too much for Bobby to bear; he was so close to coming that it was painful. Her words surprised him, even stung, because he did think an awful lot of this little girl. Her next words though, threw him into a complete panic.

 

“I’m telling.” She announced as she got off of his rock hard erection and cruelly slapped his dick with an open hand. Two things happened in very quick succession; Robert jumped up from the sofa as if his tail was on fire, pain galvanized him unto action and Abby ran, screaming blue murder, from the room, heading for the sanctuary of her bedroom.

 

It took him a few minutes to calm down sufficiently and get his throbbing cock back where it belonged, in the safety of his jeans, to be able to follow her. He was very worried now, not sure if Abby would in fact, tell her mother, but fearing she might say something on the lines of ‘Bobby touched me’ and the whole heap of pain that that would bring on. He knocked softly at her door hearing her sobs muffled. She didn’t answer so he knocked a little harder, using his knuckles.

 

He heard her answering, “What?” distortedly through the panelled door.

 

“Can I come in?” She didn’t answer. “Abby, can I come in please?” She still didn’t answer him so he tried the handle, it was not locked, the door swung open.

 

She had thrown herself on top of the bed, burying her head in a pink covered pillow. Her nightdress had ridden up to reveal her narrow buttocks, stark white in contrast to her sun-tanned legs. Robert tried not to look, but her position meant that this was the first thing his eyes landed on and, even in the position he was in now, male hormones are not interested in moral dilemmas.

 

He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her nightdress down so that the distraction of her smooth skin didn’t sway him off track. He needed to know what she would say, if anything, to her mother and, if he could, dissuade her from telling. He stroked her hair in a soothing touch. She had stopped crying, just sniffed into her pillow, staying flat on her stomach.

 

“Abby, we have to talk.” She made no move to indicate that she was listening to him.

 

“Abby, I think you are lovely, I mean, you are a fantastic girl, pretty, attractive and all that, but…” She spun up from the pillow into a kneeling position next to him so fast that he didn’t finish what he was going to say.

 

“You think I’m Lovely?” She cocked her head and looked at him askance from underneath her eyelashes. “Do you really think I’m pretty?”

 

“Yes Abby, I think you are very pretty.” He wasn’t sure where this was going, but it was better than her crying.

 

She fluttered her eyes and asked, “Do you think I’m beautiful? Daddy called me his princess. I miss my Daddy.” The floodgates opened again as soon as the words left her lips, he held her while her slim shoulders shook as wracking sob after sob tore through her. He was at something of a loss as to what to do, so he did nothing other than hold her and stroke her hair. Gradually, she calmed again.

 

As with the wind and it’s fickle intention, her direction changed. “I’ve watched mummy and Uncle Keith; I know what to do you know and I’ve been practising; wanna see?” Without waiting for his answer, she spun from his side and jumped off the bed. He caught a glimpse of her hairless fanny momentarily. She ran from the room and was back in less than a few seconds. In her hand was a shocking pink dildo, obviously filched from her mother’s bedroom.

 

She dived, head first onto the bed and had her nightdress pulled up in less time than it takes to blink. Before Robert had time to react, she had flipped over onto her back, legs spread impossibly wide and the end of the shocking pink coloured dildo, disappearing into her tight little hairless twat.

 

Transfixed, he watched as she forced the thick rubber dong into her self and then began to fuck it into her body, using a good five or six inches of the foot long monster. She gripped it with one hand and rubbed her little clit with the fingertips of the other. At one and the same time, he thought that what he was seeing was the most troublesome, but the most erotic thing he had every witnessed. Pretty shortly, her back was arching as the dildo was getting rammed into her in a blur of motion, fingers furiously twiddled her pronounced clit until she cried out, collapsing in a quivering heap, the glistening dildo still inside her; fingers still as she calmed from her climax.

 

“See.” She said breathlessly, “I have been practising and guess who I think about while I’m doing it?”

 

She sat up, bending the dildo almost double where it was half in and half out. A stray thought passed through his mind, that that had to be uncomfortable, but she didn’t seem to notice. Her nightdress was pulled over her head while she sat on the dildo, facing him.

 

Fascinated and worried at the same time, Robert stared at her underdeveloped breasts; only in the first flush of budding. She traced his eye line.

 

“They will grow; I hope they aren’t too big when I’m grown up.” She, matter of factly announced, as if the scenario they were currently in were an every day occurrence.

 

She leant forward, bending the dildo even more, and kissed Robert’s lips; smiling as she did so. Automatically, his arms went around her slim frame, pulling her into him.

 

“Hang on.” She unfolded her legs and pulled the dildo from her body. He couldn’t miss the wetness of it. She laid it on top of the duvet then, turned back to Robert, grasping his hand and placing it on her reddened cunt lips. He made to pull his hand away, but she covered his fingers and forced one into her.

 

“Oh Bobby; how I have dreamed of this.”  She was still kneeling, facing him, her arms now around his neck. She drew him to her and kissed his mouth, pushing her small tongue between his lips. Her body felt hot to his touch, smooth, but the heat from her little twat, now resting in the palm of his hand while a finger explored her insides, was radiating out like a small furnace.

 

“Put the dildo in please?” She whispered into his ear; “Fuck me with it.”

 

As if having no will of his own, Robert reached out and caught hold of the dildo; it felt huge in his hand. She knelt up allowing him to pass it around the back of her, into his otherwise occupied hand to enter her from under. She sat down on it, back into an upright kneeling position. Still clasping his neck, she started riding the dildo while he held it upright. Her breath rattled in his ear as the effort told on her. Suddenly, his hand holding the pink monster was covered in girl jizz as her cum flooded around its girth. Shakily, she stood up on rubbery knees leaving his slick covered hand holding the dildo behind.

 

In his sitting position, her hairless little twat with its perfect fold was at eye level. He could smell her sex; the aroma of her juices invaded his nose. He dropped the dildo and pushed his hand between her legs until a lone finger entered her sex. He frigged her slowly, hooking his finger so that her little clit was pushed out and forward. He pulled her towards his face and licked her as his finger worked inside. She grasped his hair at the back of his head, pushing him into her cunt.

 

Again, she flooded; her juices ran down his hand and wrist. She gasped as if short of breath.

 

“Your turn!” She said as her legs buckled under her. She pulled at his zipper and yanked his jeans down with his help. His cock, although still sheathed in his boxer shorts, was prominent in its hardness. His jeans hit the floor, discarded, and then his shorts joined them along with his shirt.

 

She pushed him back gently and sat astride his body. The heat from her sex was like a small furnace on his stomach. Abby ran her hands over his chest as if she was giving him a massage; tracing circles while her twat rubbed against his body. She knelt up and shuffled down and then grasped his twitching cock. He supported his head on a couple of pillows so that he could watch her; all thoughts of stopping this had gone with his clothes, he was completely taken up with the run of events.

 

Slowly, she bent her body to bring her mouth into position; her tongue flicked out, licking the very end of his throbbing dick; a thin string of pre-cum connected them between cock head and her bottom lip.

 

He saw her smile, a curl of her lips as she lowered her face once more to take him between her lips and into her hot little mouth. She sucked hard, drawing even more blood into his bell-end, then, released the pressure of vacuum to begin stroking his length with her hand while holding him in her mouth.

 

He couldn’t take very much more of what her mouth and hand was doing. “Abby, stop please, otherwise it will be over too quickly.”

 

She said nothing, but spun around so that her back faced him, then she shuffled back and sat on his face, her knees spread wide. He tasted her cum from earlier as his tongue darted into her slit. It was as if she had been electrified, as soon as his tongue found her hard little clit, she began to rock and rub herself on him in a rapid pelvic rock, his nose getting forced into her little twat while his tongue concentrated on her nub. Suddenly, she stiffened and then spurted her girl cream into his mouth and nose while she whimpered and whined in a high-pitched voice he didn’t recognise as hers.

 

Bonelessly, she collapsed on top of him to regain her senses. After a few minutes, the quivering lessened to something manageable. She climbed off of him, only to turn around and stand with her feet either side of his body. Abby transfixed his eyes with an intensity of her own eyes, then, once she had his full attention, she slowly began to bend her knees, lowering her self until she had his cock at the entrance of her cunt. She poised for an agonising second or two, then, continued her downward progression, sinking him into her until her whole weight was centred on his cock.

 

Robert grasped her slim buttocks and lifted her easily, only to let her down again. He fucked into her as carefully and gently as he could, but the pressure and need to come was becoming extremely urgent. Gradually he increased the pace, Abby helped, placing her palms on his chest and lifting in time with Robert.

 

He felt his balls clench, the pressure had built to a point where he could no longer hold on. His come shot from him, splashing over her insides, filling her young cunt with his seed. Pulse after pulse left him, he cried out in release; Abby cried out in the same release and the realisation of her dream. At last, Bobby had fucked her, filling her belly with his milk. It might have only lasted for a few minutes, but was no less delicious in its intensity.

 

Her hand passed under her. She hooked a couple of fingers, feeling his cock inside of her tight cunt. Then she pulled them back out, covered in his and her come. Mischievously, she licked her fingers one at a time while she smiled her gratitude.

 

After staying inside her until his dick softened, Robert got up from the bed to go to the toilet. By the time he had washed him self off and returned, Abby was curled up under the duvet, fast asleep. He dressed and made sure she was covered properly.

 

His next couple of hours were spent in front of the television. It played to its self while he thought about what had happened. He knew it was all wrong and he was in deep trouble, but Abby had had him at a disadvantage; if she cried rape to her mother, he would be sunk, possibly goaled, but whatever, in a whole heap of trouble. His thoughts were interrupted when Mrs Howard quietly opened the front door. She was back from her night out much earlier than expected.

 

Immediately, he knew that she had been crying; her make-up had run in black lines down her face, her clothes were dishevelled and a mess.

 

“Oh Bobby,” She broke down in floods of tears as the door clicked shut behind her. She ran across the hall and threw herself into his arms. She sobbed, deep-wracking sobs of utter desolation, soaking his shoulder as her tears collected in his tee shirt, staining it beyond redemption. He held her close, his arms around her slim waist, then stroking her hair to try to soothe her. Gradually, her sobbing subsided.

 

Somehow, and he didn’t really have a clear recollection of exactly how it happened; they were naked in her bed.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Mrs Howard’s evening out had been a disaster. As so often happens when work colleagues go out, away from their normal environment, a different side of their personality often becomes prominent. David, who was fairly high in accounts, had turned from an essentially nice guy in his office persona, to a sexual predator when the shackles of office politics were removed.

 

Dinner had been okay. The Italian restaurant had been a little overpriced, but the food and service had made up for the cost. Initially, David had been the perfect companion, holding the door open for her and seating her at their table as a gentleman would. He had even consulted her on the choice of wine to accompany their food and chatted about general topics while they ate. But, afterwards, after the bill was paid and they had left the restaurant and walked for a while along the embankment of the city’s river, under the festoon lighting, his manner changed. As if a switch were turned on, his sexual predation swung into action.

 

They had sat on one of the many benches that lined the path and continued to chat about themselves, illuminated by the moon and the lighting. Suddenly, his words dried up, his mouth sought hers while his hands pulled at her clothing, mauling at her breasts and trying to part her knees. Did he expect that she would engage in a coupling here and now, in full view of the other couples that traversed the path? Was the man mad?

 

Her gentle refusal to allow his fumbling hands access to her body produced a violent reaction. Suddenly, his mood changed yet again, to anger, even to rage. He viciously hissed at her, reminding her that he had paid for dinner. Her retort, “Do you see that as payment for sex,” earned a sharp, backhanded slap to her face. He then, spun on his heel and left her there without looking back, miles from anywhere in the darkness of the park. He left her, almost running to be away from a failed encounter. Her revenge needed to be planned, but revenge she would have when she returned to her part-time job.

 

Eventually, she found her way out of the riverside park and hailed a cab. Robert, standing at the foot of the stairs, just inside her street door, was the first friendly face she had seen since, wordlessly, she had taken his hand and led him upstairs to her bed. She needed the comfort of a warm body next to her; she needed desperately to be held and soothed, but more, she needed to have a man inside of her to release the pent up fury, loneliness and frustration that threatened to overcome her completely. Her actions were unthinking, raw emotion commanded and demanded that she obtain a release, like any animal, living on nerves and instinct, Robert was the valve to allow her to vent her hurt and bruised self esteem.

 

She didn’t remove her make up, but left it smeared and streaked across her face, her clothes, usually carefully folded and put away, hit the floor in a desperate, untidy heap. Her panties and hose fell around her ankles just a second before she grabbed the bemused boy by his upper arm and pulled him to her on the bed.

 

She attacked him using her lips, mouth arms and legs. Her teeth nipped at his skin while she raked his flesh, leaving red welts in parallel lines over his chest. Then she had his cock in her mouth, sucking him with a wild abandon, her fist wrapped around his root, squeezing and coaxing him to erection. Frenetically, she forced him to the back of her throat until a gag reaction stopped her going any further, then, just as frenetically, she sucked him and fucked his hardening cock between her lips as if she couldn’t wait for him to give her his seed to swallow.

 

Robert didn’t quite know what to do. He lay on his back, smarting from the wheals she had raised on his chest, but also not knowing what was expected of him. At first, he lay stiff, with his arms beside him, knees straight while she abused his dick with her insistent mouth. His nerves and confusion about what was happening prevented him from really engaging in the act. But, then blood and nervous synapse took control of his responses, his knees came up, effectively parting his legs and giving her full access to his groin, his hands, as if of their own volition, ran through her auburn tresses, massaging her scalp and urging her on to take him to completion.

 

His earlier exploits meant that he was able to hold on to the moment of orgasm, but her wild ministrations were getting him rapidly to the point of shooting his load, his thighs clamped and thrust, while his buttocks squeezed together, forcing his hips up. She must have realised at some fundamental level, that he was getting close because she suddenly stopped sucking him and grasped his root firmly while she scooted up and sat astride him, guiding his throbbing phallus into her warm and wanting cunt.

 

She sunk down on him, burying his cock deep inside of her body. Then, she began a pelvic rock that rubbed her clit between his pubic bone and her own, creating a delicious friction that soon had her gasping.

 

Robert looked up at her, noticing that she had her eyes closed and her head thrown slightly back, exposing her throat with veins pronounced under the stretched skin. A brown mole between her tits that had been a beacon in his adolescent years drew his notice, which then, took in her swaying breasts. Her nipples, hard and effused, pointed at him, silently begging him to touch and fondle them. He obliged, taking both at the same time between thumb and forefinger and gently pulling on them. The effect was immediate, she stopped the pelvic rocking and started to fuck him properly, lifting and then plunging down to take him to her very soul inside of her.

 

The pace quickened, becoming more urgent as her climax approached. She supported herself with one hand braced on his chest; the other slid between her parted legs and viciously pulled and pinched at her clit, desperately bringing the onrush of climax.

 

Robert’s cock was rigid with blood, pulsing with need and getting ever closer to exploding inside the object of his young wet dreams. She was now getting very close as well, the combination of her fucking him, her fingers tormenting her most sensitive nub and his fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples, was taking her to that most special place of total orgasm, when the nerves jangle, bodies lose fluid in a violent reaction to the sensory overload and coherent thought is impossible.

 

Her teeth gritted in a primal grin, her breath escaping between parted lips and then she came, throwing her head back as wave over wave of pleasure overcame her. Her sweet orgasm flooded and soaking his groin as the last throws of her movement allowed her essence to escape around his cock. Sated, she sat astride him, feeling his twitching deep inside, nudging her womb entrance. Then, Robert involuntarily thrust upwards, driving him deeper still. His hot come spurted, then spurted again as his cock pulsed. She felt every throb as he emptied into her chamber and delighted as he emptied his spend.

 

She disengaged and climbed off of him to lie alongside his prone body and nestled against his cheek, whispering, “thank you.” Her head rested on his chest and in a few seconds was breathing deeply, asleep, contented and sated in his arms.

 

Unseen and silent, a figure moved away from the slightly open door to return to her bedroom, a secret smile playing over her mouth.

 

Robert waited until she had rolled away into a foetal position, her back to him, before he slid out of bed, found his clothes and quietly left the house to the sanctuary of his own bed, a few houses away.

 

The next morning, after he slept like a dead man, his mother roughly woke him telling him he had a call. Bleary eyed, he stumbled down the stairs and picked up the receiver off the wall.

 

“Hello.”

 

“Robert? It’s Mrs Howard, we need to talk, come over in an hour. Abby will be at school.” She hung up without waiting for an answer.

 

The time passed with him pacing the floor of his room. Had Abby told her mother what had happened? How much trouble was he in? He fretted and watched the clock as an hour trickled away at the pace of what seemed like minute long seconds.

 

He watched the school bus drive away from the vantage of his bedroom window, then, almost tore the back door off its hinges as he rushed out to confront her.

 

She was waiting for him, the door open and a look that that might strip wallpaper on her face. His heart sunk as his bottom lip began to be bitten in his habitual way when he was anxious. She stepped aside to let him in, then, closed the door with a click. Her house-coat swishing as she spun around to confront him.

 

Without preamble, she launched straight into what she had to say, not even taking him into the sitting room, but rather letting fly at the foot of the stairs in the hall.

 

“What happened yesterday was all wrong; totally wrong Robert.”

 

Robert hung his head and mumbled that he was sorry.

 

“What did you say?” She had her arms akimbo, staring him down.

 

“I said I’m sorry.” He kept his eyes down. “I know it shouldn’t have happened, I’m responsible and I am sorry.”

 

“What have you got to be sorry about you silly bugger?” Her manner was aggressive, borne out of a defensive position. She walked into the sitting room, not looking to see if he was following. “It’s me who should be saying sorry so keep quiet while I get this off my chest; Sit.” She pointed to the settee.

 

Robert was confused, he thought that she had found out about what he and Abby had been up to, but instead, she was making the all the wrong noises for someone who was about to chew him out for fucking her daughter and the expected fury that that would prompt. He slumped into the settee nervously; waiting for her to say whatever it was she had to say.

 

“What happened last night was a mistake Robert and cannot happen again. I took advantage of you and I am sorry.” She sat on the edge of an opposing settee, clasping her hands together between closely shut knees. Her eyes carried a forlorn message of hopelessness, “I was upset when I got back....” Her tone softened; “…and I needed… something; a hug… someone to hold… I don’t know, but what I did to you was unforgivable. You have been a real friend to Abby, and me; I trust you and betrayed that trust in a moment of weakness. Please forgive me?” She looked at him, imploring his understanding silently now that the first rush of words was out.

 

Robert remained quiet for a moment, trying to organise his thoughts and not say the first thing that came into his head. This was one of those rare moments when emotions and truth all come together, a moment when nerves are raw an open to the slightest dent or wound, a moment when the wrong word could ruin everything forever. He wanted to tell her how much he had dreamed of exactly what happened last night; he wanted to tell her that it had been the culmination of wishes, so long in the making. It was also a moment for soul bearing, but he thought to keep his experience with Abby a secret, knowing that Jean would not understand or accept it in any way.

 

“I wanted it to happen…” he began; “…I have wanted for us to be together for so long, ever since Mr Howard left. I have dreamed of a night like last night and it came true at last, so you have nothing to be sorry for. You needed a friend and I was able and more than willing to be that friend; I will be happy to keep on being that friend, for as long as you want me.” He looked at her, staring at the top of her bowed head, willing her to look up into his eyes so that she could see the truth of what he was saying and how much he really wanted it to be. Her shoulders gently shook, her silent crying became obvious to him after a few seconds; Robert thought his heart would break. Without thinking, he jumped up from the settee to sit beside her and threw his arm around her heaving shoulders. His selfless action opened the floodgates; she sobbed like a child, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked; she buried her face in the crook of his neck as he gently rocked her and patted her back in a futile attempt to stem the flow of tears.

 

When, after a little while, her sobs lessened, he cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand, turning her to face him. He kissed her lips lightly, then, kissed her eyelids, tasting the salt of her tears. He wiped at her cheeks as she sat, still in the embrace of his arm as if she were the younger one of the two. Then, he kissed her again, feeling the warmth of her lips and the sweetness of her breath. For him, it was a moment of pure love, his heart aching at her obvious pain and wanting to take it all away if he could. Her lips parted in response to his kiss; what had been a chaste touch of lips, was now, becoming something else entirely.

 

She swivelled on the edge of the settee, knocking her knee against his and turned her body toward him. Her arms encircled his neck, drawing him into her, pulling him close so that her breasts squashed against his chest. He clasped her, feeling each breath as it was drawn into her lungs; her heart as it hammered against her ribs as if to break out. Her tongue snaked out, between his teeth in an exploratory search, he responded in kind, tasting the sugar of her morning coffee on her tongue.

 

“I have been so lonely.” She whispered into his mouth. “Take me to bed?”

 

Robert broke the embrace and kiss to stand up. He offered his hand, pulling her up when she took it. Silently, he led her up the staircase with its white balusters and stained handrail and then into her bedroom. The bed was unmade the sheets in an untidy mess, the duvet scrunched up to one side and the pillows bunched into crescent shapes where her head had been.

 

Wordlessly, he turned her around to face him guiding her by the shoulders, then, gently pushing her backwards so that she sat on the edge of the bed. He untied the ribbon bows of her housecoat one at a time, starting at the nearest to her throat and working downwards to reveal her lilac silky chemise underneath. He slipped the robe off of her shoulders and kissed each of them as she sat there immobile, her arms hanging at her sides. Then, he slipped the thin straps of the silky garment off of her shoulders; it was loose enough to pass over her breasts with a little help from him. They bounced slightly as the fabric passed over her nipples. She continued to sit, transfixed, her breasts bare to his gaze, the chemise bunched around her hips and her housecoat a crumpled heap behind her.

 

Robert thought that he had never seen a sight like it before.

 

He knelt, cupping one breast and mouthing the other, drawing her nipple between his teeth. She shivered slightly as the electrical touch evinced a reaction. She shook her arms out of the thin loops of her chemise and held his tousled head, enjoying the feel of his warm mouth as it suckled on her teat. A familiar fire began in her belly, spreading out to engulf her. It had been so long since a man had stoked that particular flame, it was a familiar tension deep inside her belly, but had almost been extinguished since her husband had left. The few occasions she had taken her brother-in-law to bed had never pricked the insular wall she had built around her loneliness or inner self. Her juices flowed unnoticed, lubricating and preparing her sex for his entry, it was a delicious feeling, and she gave herself to the abandon of sex.

 

Jean lay back over the discarded clothing on the bed, drawing her breast away from him, but exposing her whole body to his gaze. Although she was almost twice his age, she had remained trim, having regained her figure after Abby’s birth. Her tits were slightly on the small size, a reasonable B cup, but adequate she thought. Her stomach had flattened with the exercises she had religiously done to tone up; her legs, she thought to be her best feature, were long and toned with the remnants of summer sun still remaining as a light tan to her skin.

 

He remained kneeling between her legs that dangled over the edge of the bed. Slowly, his hands covered her knees then, slowly travelling up in parallel lines, over her thighs, meeting at her mons, then, over her stomach in a delicate touch that had her tingling in anticipation. They continued up until at last, grasping her breasts with his thumbs rubbing her already hardened nipples. The whole movement was languid and sensual, almost like a gentle massage. Her desire rose as the heat in her belly increased in intensity.

 

Then, she sighed as his lips found her moistened cleft. His tongue darted out, parting her lips to find her clit. Her pubic hair, kept short, but still giving a full cover, tickled his nose; he ignored it as her taste and smell overtook his sinuses. The first touch of her clit on his tongue brought forth a squeal and a yip of electric tension from her. Jean’s legs drew up and spread to allow him full access to her most sensitive nerve centre.

 

The tip of his nose replaced his tongue, rubbing against her excited clit as he pushed the organ into her cunt to get the whole of her taste over his waiting buds. He tongue fucked her slowly, squashing his nose against her pubic bone, trapping her clit and causing a friction, delicious in the heat until she moaned and shuddered through a mini orgasm. Her essence trickled in a slick stream; he loved her taste and wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life doing just this, knowing that it brought her pleasure and delighting in his ability to please her so. Pretty soon though, the friction became uncomfortable for both of them, it was time for him to make love to her, to enter into her golden box and savour the delights of passion, so often dreamt of.

 

He stood and grasped her bent knees, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. His rigid cock quested for her sex, but slid over her clit at his first attempt to enter her body. Jean gently grasped his manhood and guided him to her waiting cunt. Robert shuffled forward, feeling the bottom of the bed rest against the bridges of his feet, then, with a pelvic thrust; his cock entered her warmth until the whole length was buried inside of her. She raised her legs and brought them closer to rest on his shoulders but allowing her enough space between to be able to rub her clit as his insistent thrusting brought her to another, more fulfilling climax. She came in a gush, soaking the bedclothes and the floor at his feet.

 

Robert’s cock ached for his release; the pressure had built to an intolerable level, holding on was not going to be an option for very much longer. His groin tightened while his balls produced seminal fluids and spermatozoa that would soon be flooding into her warm and willing womb. Then, his climax rushed upwards, amalgamating in confusion of orgasm. He sprayed his come against the walls of her cunt, spurt after spurt ejected from him as his thrusts became suddenly jerky and uncoordinated and his knees looked to be on the point of collapse.

 

He disengaged from her to lie alongside, facing her still heaving body where her breath was being drawn in ragged gasps. He threw an arm over her, cupping the opposing breast and would have fallen into a deep sated sleep were it not for her need to say something.

 

“Robert… that was… Oh! Never mind.” Apart from breathing, she seemed to be having a problem with what it was she wanted to say.

 

“What Jean? What was it?” He urged her.

 

“You have no idea how I needed that,” She said at last, “but it was so wrong.”

 

“Did it feel wrong?” He asked, knowing what her body had told him.

 

“It felt wonderful.” She snuggled against his sweat soaked skin. “It felt wonderful and exciting and I am so fucked.” She scooted across the bed so her legs were no longer dangling over the side. Robert shifted with her then held her as she curled into a foetal ball with her ass pointing towards him.

 

“How was it wrong?” He persisted. “Do you mean the age thing? Or is that you see me as something less than a man?”

 

“No not that… well perhaps because you are almost half my age, but you have been coming here baby-sitting for a few years now, I have watched you grow from a gawky kid into a fine young man. You should be out with a nice young girl your own age, not fucking some old desperate divorcee who should know better.” There, she had said what she meant to say a few minutes ago, but it didn’t make her feel any better about what was happening. She did like the feel of his arms around her and the warmth from his stomach where her ass was pressed into it.

 

“I told you, I have dreamt of this for so long now I can’t remember when it began. Laying here with you, is truly a dream come true for me, I can’t believe it has happened and I can’t tell you how happy I am to be here right now.” He was rewarded with a grunt; Jean was rapidly falling into a contented sleep, sated and replete in his arms. He slept too; all thoughts of Abby erased from his mind.

 

Later, sometime around noon, she woke and was disorientated for a few seconds, finding another in her bed where, she was used to feeling nothing but a vacant space. Then the memory flooded back as he stirred. Her thoughts raced around in her head. Was it possible? Could it be? What about the neighbours? What would her ex-husband have to say, especially where the custody battle had only just been completed? What would his parent have to say about it? So many questions danced across her mind, raising more questions in their wake, but the prevailing question was the age difference; he is only sixteen and I’m thirty almost. It is impossible; or is it? The fact that she had become a mother at his age had little to do with her thinking, just that, perhaps in a few years time, or even sooner, he would tire of her and she would be alone again. Could she compete against younger girls? Could she handle that or the accusing fingers or scorn from the neighbours. And so the endless warring questions criss-crossed her mind, tying her up in knots of doubt. The more she thought about it though, the more she was persuading herself that it could never work and that, if she had any feelings for him, she would let him go to find an attractive girl, more suited to his age.

 

Then, each and every one of those thoughts dissipated into so much ethereal smoke when his vivid blue eyes opened and he smiled at her as she came into focus. Without hesitation, Robert kissed her mouth, pulling her to him and, as if nothing had happened an hour or so earlier, the fires of passion immediately were stoked into life. His cock hardened and pointed at her as if to say, you are mine.

 

She took him in her mouth, bringing him to the point of climax, then Crying, “Oh God!” as he slowly fucked her. Her worries flew away with each stroke until she was left with nothing but sheer instinct in the act of procreation.

 

The day continued with them in bed, alternately snoozing and fucking each other in a variety of ways, using whatever came to mind, mouths, hands and tongues. Jean thought that the highs this young man was taking her too had been a place never to be visited ever again after her separation and divorce. Robert seemed to know instinctively, exactly where and how to touch her in order to bring her to a plateau, she hadn’t needed to direct him very much, but in those few instructions she had given, the reward was far more than she could have expected. He was a fast learner and seemed to have an unlimited and inexhaustible amount of stamina.

 

For Robert, what had happened and was happening by the minute only reinforced the love he had for her. He hoped that she might fall in love with him in the passage of time. Already, he had differentiated between love and lust, a rare thing in one so young.

 

Later, when both of their desires were more than satisfied, they talked, making wild plans, but realising that, for the moment, Robert needed to stay at home, finish his studies then, if they still wanted each other, make their partnership a more permanent thing. In the meantime, they could share a secret sexual liaison.

 

He showered at last, cleaning of the smell of their combined essences before heading for home and the chance to reflect on a turn of events far beyond his wildest dreams.

 

His first night staying over in Jean’s bed was to open a can of worms, but that was in the future and still, Abby was far from his thoughts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

The long hot summer waxed into autumn and then, in turn, to winter. Both Robert and Abby celebrated birthdays with the passing of gifts and then more gifts as Christmas came and went.

 

Abby was cast as a shepherd in the nativity play at school. Jean and Robert laughed with the rest of the audience when baby Jesus landed on his head with a loud thud and Mary wore a mortified expression that was a classic picture and then again, when one of the wise men forgot his lines, to be reminded by a rather loud stage whisper from the wings.

 

Christmas had been hard for Abby. Her father might have left home, but it seemed that he had also left her as well as her mother. His card had a cheque for one hundred pounds, but nothing else. No words of love or that he was missing her or even an invitation to come and see him in his new house. In her mind and with the astuteness of a young girl, the money was by way of absolution for his conscience. In that one thoughtless act, he had alienated his daughter beyond repair. She was not likely to forgive the latest and greatest betrayal.

 

Jean had noticed a change in Abby. She had always been a little dizzy and somewhat clumsy and loud, but she had suddenly become much more self-assured, displaying a quietude of manner, as if she were carrying a secret. Abby also displayed rather more affection toward Jean with impromptu hugs and consideration of her space. Jean found herself liking Abby more, she loved her of course, as a mother does her child, but at another level, they were becoming friends who shared little moments, a kindred closeness. Jean thought that it might be the result of her father leaving home, perhaps a basic need to know that at least one of her parents was a constant in her life, so, didn’t question it, just enjoyed the bond they were developing.

 

Abby herself, was quite content. She had achieved her goal in seducing Robert. She would have liked to visit that special place again, but it pleased her that her mother and Robert were involved. She liked how her mum bounced around and became more like a girl, she liked that Robert was around occasionally and thought that perhaps, she might get another chance with him sometime, but was in no hurry and really didn’t want to spoil her mother’s secret or happiness. In seducing Robert, she had stepped over a threshold, had experienced that which her fantasies had promoted to an elevation far beyond the event, and, in a moment of maturity, way beyond her years, knew that she would one day, reach that goal of sexual summit again, but only when she was ready and rather more well equipped to handle it.

 

Robert’s exam result arrived. They were not brilliant, but good enough to take him to college where he wanted to study physical education. He was better than okay at most sports, but liked the idea of teaching it. To do that, he needed at least to obtain a degree in sport. He also needed to take higher exams in English and Math. September saw him embark on a path that he hoped would shape his future career and lead on to a teaching degree.

 

Jean also was progressing in her job. The chance to increase her hours had come at just the right time, allowing for a better Christmas with the extra income. It suited her needs and still allowed her to be home in time for Abby’s return from school. Her revenge over David came from an unexpected quarter. Imelda, a fairly new receptionist, very publicly and very loudly announced that it would be a cold day in hell before she went out with such an animal like him. Then, went on to inform everyone who was interested, that he had left a defenceless woman in the middle of London when she refused him sex. Although she didn’t mention Jean by name, it was common knowledge, at least amongst the women in the office and then, by most of everyone else. Many eyes turned to Jean who was sitting quietly, watching the interaction. By implication, it was accepted that she had been the victim of this predator. David’s humiliation was total and complete. Wordlessly, his face florid in embarrassment, he fled the office and found another job a week or two later.

 

Time and circumstance conspired to keep Robert and Jean apart. They managed an occasional secret coupling, usually frenzied and hurried, taking the infrequent opportunities when Abby was visiting friends after school. By tacit agreement, they hid their romance from everyone, preferring that things not be public, at least for the time being.

 

Spring came with melting snow and a gradual rise in the ambient temperature. The days grew longer and warmer. Then in turn came Easter as a celebration of the end of the harsh, cold weather. It was also Jean’s birthday.

 

Abby had baked a cake. Secretly, she had been preparing it at her best friend’s house with the help of Alice’s mother. The finished article was really very good. The icing over the rich cake was quite artistic and the writing in fluorescent green spelling out, ”The best Mum in the world”, was neatly done.

 

Abby called Robert to come over, conspiring with him that she had baked a cake as a surprise. She let him in through the back door. They waited side by side in the living room; both bearing gifts while Jean finished her shower. Abby’s cake sat on the table, candles ready to be lit, and her hand-made card alongside.

 

Robert’s gift of a crucifix was burning a hole in his pocket where he was so eager to give it to her. He had managed to appropriate a bottle of wine from home and had stashed it in the fridge to chill.

 

Eventually and completely ignorant of her waiting audience, Jean came down the stairs wrapped in a bath towel and rubbing her hair dry with another. She stepped into the living room to be confronted with a “Ta-Dah!” from them both.

 

She froze in mid rub, her arms raised above her head, holding the towel in place while her brain caught up with the scene of the two of them patiently waiting for her appearance. The sight of the two people she loved more than anything in life, standing side by side, almost tore a wracking sob from her throat in a sudden up rush of emotion.

 

“Oh!” She managed to quell the sob, swallowing it. Then her eyes found the cake and in an instant, took in the workmanship and labour that had gone into its making. “This is a nice surprise.” The ineptitude of her words made her wince a little. What she really wanted to say was something more along the lines of; what a fantastic, heart wrenching pleasure, a cake that had love lavished in its creation, a cherubic face, gleefully waiting to spring the surprise and a young man, eager to please her in any way he could. That it was a scene she would treasure forever.

 

 

“Happy birthday!” They yelled in unison, delighted smiles on both of their faces when they realised that she was completely bowled over by the surprise. Abby rushed over and threw her arms around Jean’s shoulders in a hug. They laughed, almost falling over in the fierceness of Abby’s momentum. Robert came over rather more circumspect to add a chaste kiss to Jeans cheek, but was immediately enfolded in interlocked arms by them both. He hugged them back with an arm around each of their waists and received a kiss from Jean and Abby. Privately, he realised for the first time that Abby was as tall as Jean and had developed quite a bit since summer. Guiltily, he pushed the thought away, not wanting to think about what had happened between them, preferring to compartmentalise that event into the “to be forgotten area of his mind.”

 

They broke apart to present their gifts. Abby puffed out in pride in the fruits of her labours and the accolades that came with them. Jean enthused and congratulated her daughter at the quality of the piping on the cake and artistry of her card.

 

Robert’s gift was received with effusive thanks and immediately put around her neck. A private look passed between them that promised a rather more, in depth thank you was owed and would be paid. Jean left the two of them cutting the cake into quarters and then eighths to get dressed. She awarded herself some little time to pamper herself a little, rubbing in a fragrant moisturiser all over her skin, then a light atomised spray of Jean Paul Goutier, eau de par fame. She admired her body in the full-length mirror that resided in the corner of her bedroom. For a thirty something with another year under her belt, she didn’t look at all bad she thought.

 

“I would fancy you myself.” She remarked aloud and then laughed at herself as she inspected the curve of her bum as far as possible in a two dimensional image. She selected a figure hugging pair of jeans and a top that flattered her breasts. These were pulled over a matching set of thong and push up bra she had bought for herself in “La Senza”, a present she gave to herself with Robert in mind.

 

Dinner was almost formal, sitting around the dining table, candles as a centrepiece and a glass of wine each. They laughed and chatted, enjoying the familiarity of each other’s company then, later, played trivial pursuit, cheating outrageously and giggling all the way through it.

 

Eventually, Abby yawned and stretched with her arms held vertically aloft. She kissed her mother good night with an embrace around her neck that said rather more than goodnight. Then she kissed Robert’s cheek, also wishing him a goodnight, but with a theatrical wink as if to say, I’m clearing out of the way so you two can play.

 

Robert sat in an armchair, pleasantly comfortable, watching the dancing flames of the fire. Jean had got up to turn the lights down low now that Abby had gone to bed. She sat on the floor at his feet, resting an elbow and then, her head on his knees, her feet curled under her.

 

He felt an ache in his heart. She was so damned attractive; he loved her hair, the subtle changes of shade. He loved the shape of her neck and the curve as her neck joined her shoulders. He adored the freckles she had on her shoulders; small splashes of colour, as if flicked from a paintbrush. Her breasts, even though she thought of them a small, were perfect as was her flat stomach and neatly trimmed thatch of dark pubic hair. These memories of her saw him through his day, but also distracted him from his studies at the oddest times.

 

His wandering thoughts were brought back into sharp focus as her hand wormed between the teeth of his opened zipper to find his cock. He hadn’t felt the slider being pulled down in his relaxed state, but was now fully awake.

 

She found his flaccid organ and freed it from the confines of denim. It looked slightly ridiculous, poking out of his jeans, but either Jean didn’t notice, or could care less as her lips encircled the dark head and the warmth of her mouth drew blood into the rapidly hardening rod.

 

She scooted around a little, making it easier for her to suck him into her mouth and with hands behind his knees; she pulled him forward so that he was prone in the armchair.

 

Jean had allowed an inch or so between her lips, but then stopped and knelt up. Deliciously slowly, she popped the button of his jeans and tugged them over his hips and down to his ankles. She undid the bottom few buttons of his shirt and tucked the ends under him. Deeming him prepared, jean deliberately slowly, lowered her mouth to his glistening cock, licking his eye with the very tip of her pointed tongue and then running it around the flanged edge of his cock head. He twitched and moaned and then gritted his teeth as her head sank lower, allowing him entry into her mouth. He felt her teeth gently rasp over his sensitive nerve endings as his cock continued the agonisingly slow progression into the warm haven of her mouth. She had over half of his twitching phallus now in the most intimate embrace she could give, but was not content, she had determined to swallow the whole length, but didn’t want to gag, so, by going slowly, she thought that she might achieve her goal and make it something special for him at the same time.

 

Millimetre by millimetre, she sank lower, pushing him deeper, trusting that he wouldn’t thrust and ruin the effort. Fully engorged, the girth forced her to open her mouth a little wider, but still she continued to ease him deeper. He was now passed the back of her tongue, passed the point where her gag reflex would have kicked in normally. His hair tickled her nose; then he was right to the back of her throat, there was no more to engulf, his whole length nestled in her warmth. In an inspirational moment, she had the idea to nod her head, rather than bob up and down. The effect was to create a gentle massage to his dick. Somehow, she managed to breath as the rocking motion brought him to a shuddering climax. Her reward was his semen, hot and urgent, flooding her throat and passing into her stomach.

 

Robert hadn’t moved a muscle while she took him to a heavenly orgasm. He didn’t dare move, not wanting to spoil the deliciously slow crescendo that she had given him, but now he had come and she had released him from the prison of her mouth, he touched her hair and then, cupped her face as she wiped a globule of his spend from her lip.

 

“Let’s go to bed.” She said, getting up from the floor and offering her hand. She hit the light switch as they passed hand in hand to mount the stairs and continue what had been the best birthday she could remember.

 

Sometime later, after Robert had returned the favour with his mouth clamped to her clit while he worked two fingers over her “G” spot and then fucked her slowly, with a passionate tenderness until she had locked her feet behind his buttocks and pulled him into her body as far as he would go, they fell into a sated sleep, locked in an embrace, her head on his chest, his arm protectively around her shoulder.

 

Jean woke early in the morning and reached for his dick, hoping to feel him inside her one last time before the constraints of their lives took control of the day. She found a hand already wrapped around the base of his shaft. Suddenly wide eyed, she raised her head from the pillow and found that Abby had crept into the bed, sometime in the night. She had hold of the sleeping Robert’s cock in a vice like grip, but was, to all intents, asleep herself.

 

Jean didn’t know what to do for a few moments. She knew that Abby was sexually curious, she even knew that her vibrator had found its way out of her ‘special’ drawer and had a fairly good idea that Abby might have used it. Jean thought that, although this might be a little early in Abby’s development, suppressing it would probably be more harmful.

 

But having her active with a man was a step too far. Somehow, she was going to have to broach the subject, perhaps it was way passed time for the Mother daughter chat. In the meantime, she had to do something with this little scenario. She peeled back a finger at a time, Abby’s fist and with a few sleepy grunts, but little else, managed to free Robert’s stiff cock from the grasp of her fourteen year old’s grasp. She gently woke him, silencing any waking noises with a kiss and then a finger on his lips, urging him to quiet.

 

He slipped from the bed noiselessly. Abby stirred and turned over but did not wake. Silently they left her to sleep on while they showered and fucked in the locked bathroom.

 

Jean told him about what had happened. Robert blushed, but managed no to blurt out that he had known when Abby got into bed, or that he had slipped a finger into her lithe little body while she rubbed him until he came over the sheet or that he had in fact, fucked her daughter, at her insistence, some time back now.

 

Later, after Robert had returned home, the conversation between Jean and Abby didn’t go exactly how she expected it to. It started off okay, a general chat about boys and sex, but then Jean had to mention that getting into her bed was now off limits.

 

“Occasionally, Robert and I will be in bed together. I know you are happy that we are together and I know you are adult enough to realise what goes on when that happens, but it is something between him and I Abby, not for you to share.”

 

“Why not?” Abby asked, guilessly.

 

“Well for one thing, you are too young.”

 

“To young for Robert do you mean?” Her faced portrayed a perfect innocence.

 

“Well, yes as a matter of fact, but also too young to be sexually active.” This was getting a little deeper than Jean felt comfortable with, but the next words from Abby were devastating in their argument.

 

“Like Robert is too young for you?” The barb sunk deep. “I mean, he is nearly half your age isn’t he, but it doesn’t stop you from screwing him now does it?” Abby looked into her mother’s eyes and knew that she had won a moral victory, she also knew that if she drove it too far, irreparable damage would ensue, so decided to be gentle with her fragile mother’s feelings. “I know what goes on between you, but that makes me happy. I like the way you are when he is around and I like what it does for you, he’s much better than anyone else and that includes dad or Uncle Keith.”

 

Somewhat defeated, Jean broke the connection of eyes. The truth of what her daughter was saying hit home. Yes Robert was way too young for her, but it was also true that her heart skipped a beat when he was near. Jean realised, perhaps admitting to the fact that she had developed a love for him. No! That wasn’t right, she loved him with a passion and really wanted for them to take it further. She wanted him all to herself and in a way, felt selfish about it.

 

“You are right Abby. Robert is too young in the eyes of the world. I doubt many would accept what we feel. All I know is that I want him, can’t live without him at any price.”

 

“Any price?”

 

“Yes.” A tear traced a course over her cheek at the fleeting thought that they wouldn’t be together.

 

“So, if I said that part of that price is that we share him, how would that be?” The trap was set and all it needed was for Jean to fall in. “Would that be too much of a price?” But Jean had known where this was headed and had already prepared an answer.

 

“Yes… and no. Abby, you are my daughter, you’re only fourteen and I must protect you and raise you as best I can. I can’t allow you to become involved in some kind of sexual relationship. It would be a dereliction of my duty.” Jean sniffed a sob back. “But if I have to, I will give up Robert or anyone else until you are old enough. It would break my heart, but if that is what is necessary, then that is how it will be.”

 

“Ha! A dereliction of duty, whatever that means, well mum, it is too late, I have had sex more than once and enjoyed it. I was careful, I went to the Doctor’s a year ago and have been on the pill since; so, I won’t get pregnant, unlike you.” She paused for effect, waiting for her mother to catch up. “So, my terms are, if I chose to and Robert is willing, I will take him to my bed, unlike you, he will not make me pregnant.”

 

“I’m not pregnant.” It was the easiest thing Jean could pick up on from the revelations her daughter had just given.

 

“News flash mum; you are pregnant, my guess is about two months.” She was right. “What are you gong to do now?”

 

Gradually, realisation of her condition, along with a piece-by-piece destruction of her argument, Jean accepted that they would share Robert. But, now that she knew she was going to have a baby, things had just gone completely crazy. The conversation finished with plans being made. First thing was to tell Robert of his impending fatherhood, then let him into the family secret, for that is what the arrangement would be, then plan what the three of them were going to do with a fourth member of the family to look out for.

 

He was in for the shock of his life. Men can be so gullible and really, although they like to think otherwise, they are completely at the mercy of a woman.

 

Chapter 4

 

 

 

“How do I look?” Jean had tried on most of her wardrobe, discarding dress after dress and looking critically in the mirror at her reflection, only to dump each ensemble in an untidy and ever growing pile of clothing on the bed. The dress she had settled on was a low cut, figure hugging, black velvet evening dress with a low-neck line and a slit to mid thigh. It was slimming, not that Jean needed it, and very flattering to her shape.

 

“You know, I think that’s it. You look fabulous Mum; it just needs some pearls or something.” Abby was also going through the same pile of clothes, but found them just a little too big for her. She had grown to the same height as her mother, but had yet to flare out into full womanhood. Her hips were too thin and her boobs, now in a training bra, still had a way to go. “I want to get my ears pierced. If we’re sharing a man, then we should share jewellery” Her mischievous grin split her face and caused Jean to laugh.

 

Even though she had laughed at Abby’s jest, Jean was not happy that she had been manoeuvred into acceptance of her daughter’s proposal. On one hand, Abby was way too young, in her opinion, to engage in sexual relations, but on a rather more fundamental level, she wanted Robert all to herself. She wasn’t happy that Abby had taken herself to the Doctor without telling her. She was furious that he had prescribed Abby birth control pills without letting her know. It might be a stupid law in this crazy politically correct world, that the patient’s rights are paramount and that, confidentiality prevented him from saying anything, but she had hoped that her relationship with the Doctor was sufficiently good enough that he might have let her know somehow. The realisation that he would have needed to examine Abby internally, without her permission or presence, appalled her, but that is English law and as a parent, you are dammed if you do and dammed if you don’t.

 

Abby was just peeling off a shimmering silver metalic party frock Jean had bought years ago to attend some function or another with her ex-husband. She looked at her developing daughter, feeling a pang as her slender body was revealed, noticing the first fluffs of hair under her arms and her budding breasts, nestling in the training bra they had bought a few weeks ago in Marks and Spencer’s.

 

“Abby…” Jean sat on the edge of the bed and waited for the dress to hit the pile of clothing, waited for Abby’s attention. “You know, I am not entirely comfortable with our agreement and think I have told you why. You are so young and should be enjoying your childhood…”

 

“I am not a child Mum. I’m not like Suzy or Claire, who are still silly and stuff.” There was a warning note in her voice that brooked no nonsense. Her two best friends were juvenile in comparison, that was true, in all things, but that was how Jean thought Abby should be and indeed, would have preferred her to be like.

 

“I know you’re not a child darling, but even so…” She shrugged, allowing her body language to complete the sentence.

 

“Look and this is how it is going to be, I don’t intend to jump into bed with Robert every chance I get. In fact, I don’t have any plans at all in the direction, but, what I am trying to agree with you is the fact that I might want to and that you agree; okay?” Abby’s own body language was letting Jean know that she meant business and there was no argument good enough to change her mind. “Now, are we going to get dressed here or what?”

 

There had been a subtle shift of power between Mother and Daughter since Jean’s vulnerability and her new condition had become apparent. The essential things were still with Jean of course, but Abby was no longer the little girl, the child of the family. Suddenly, she had adopted an equal footing in the house, a sharing of decision making and become more of a friend or co-conspirator with her mother. It meant that, providing her demands were not outlandish, her will held sway or at least, was seriously considered. She had, overnight, developed a maturity, which amazed her even.

 

Robert was expected at around seven o’clock. They had conspired to feed him with something lavish, then, let him have the news. Giggling conspirators that they were, a meal had been planned, candles and wine organised, and even a centrepiece of silk flowers had been brought down from the loft and dusted off; a memento of Jean’s wedding feast, from so long and another life ago. With everything ready, the two made final touches to their appearance and waited excitedly, for him to arrive.

 

Robert was late, as usual. Only ten minutes, but they had been a very long ten minutes to endure. Finding them both dressed as if for a funeral or something and then the laid out table waiting for him to take his place, aroused his suspicions that something was in the wind.

 

“Well you two look lovely, almost as good as the table.” He received a playful clout on his upper arm from Abby. “Is there an occasion?” He wracked his brain to see if he had forgotten a birthday or anniversary or something. Jean left Abby to see to Robert while she went to the kitchen to bring dinner in.

 

“Can’t we give our man a treat once in a while?” Abby grasped his arm in her own and led him to the head chair of the table. “Mum will be bringing the food through in a moment, so, sit and relax.” He felt a vague unease, wondering what this was really about, knowing that something was afoot, but clueless about what it could be.

 

Eventually, Jean brought steaming plates of food to the table, heated dinner plates and a chilled bottle of Chablis. The meal was portioned to plates and they chatted about inconsequential things, over the food.

 

Robert felt a bit like a rabbit trapped in the headlamps of an onrushing car, feeling the air of excitement and expectancy between them, but joined in the chitchat, offering his own opinions when they were asked for. He noticed for the first time, just how much Abby was a carbon copy of her mother, albeit a younger version and somewhat underdeveloped in comparison. They shared the same hair colouring, a kind of rich brown with auburn accents, both cut to the shoulder and laying in perfectly straight lines as if freshly combed. Hazel eyes framed by long dark lashes that didn’t need the aid of cosmetics to enhance them, clear unadorned skin and long necks. Abby was the same height now, and he noticed, had started to fill out a little more than when they had lain together seven months or so ago. He blushed at the memory and, for an uncountable time, put the memory back in the compartmentalised space in his mind called ‘not to be opened’.

 

Once the plates had been cleared away to the dishwasher, Abby and Jean came back to the table where they had insisted Robert stay; they sat, facing him like judges at the bench. He felt a thrill of trepidation, knowing that he was about to learn what this evening had been about.

 

It was Abby who opened the rather more serious conversation than the idle chat over the meal.

 

“Robert…” She squared her shoulders towards him, trapping his eyes as she did so. “We have something to tell you haven’t we Mum?” Jean nodded as Robert’s eyes escaped Abby’s for a moment.

 

“Okay…” He drew the word out and waited, thinking, this is how Damocles must have felt. His heart rate quickened; a mixture of fear, dread and anticipation all commingling at the same time. Unable to stand the suspense any longer he said, “Well?”

 

Jean looked up from her lap, found his eyes and let him have it straight off.

 

“You are going to be a father, I’m pregnant.”

 

He didn’t know what to expect, but this was several light years away from anything he had imagined. Typically of a man, knocked off his equilibrium, he reserved any emotion until he knew how she felt about the news.

 

“Oh… I err… um… how?”

 

“How do you think dummy?” Abby chimed in.

 

“No, I meant, how do you feel about it?” But neither of them was going to let him off the hook, keeping stern, emotionless faces, both directed straight at him.

 

“How do you feel about it Robert?” Asked Abby; taking the lead in the unequal conversation. “What are you going to do about it?”

 

He ignored the first question, feeling that to be too dangerous to answer right now.

 

“Do? I don’t know; it’s all a bit of a shock really.” He was floundering and becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He didn’t want to offer an opinion on something so momentous without establishing first, how the woman felt; it is a pre-programmed response pattern in men, designed to make sure he didn’t say the wrong thing and be diametrically opposed to her feelings.

 

A glance between the two signalled a swathe of laughter and smiles. Relieved, Robert was able to let out a whoosh of air and laugh with them. He was delighted really; him a father, with the woman he loved so much; how perfect would that be? Practicalities of what this would all mean to them would come later; this moment was for celebrations. Had he thought about it, he would have realised that the two were stringing him along; all the preparations did kind of give it away.

 

They hugged, a three way group, sharing in the joy of the news.

 

“When did you find out?” Robert asked Jean.

 

“It was Abby who told me. Gawd knows how she knew, but she was right, the tester said so and my Doctor has confirmed that I am about nine weeks along.” She kissed his cheek and squeezed his shoulder delightedly.

 

“It was easy really, we cycle together and when you didn’t, well it didn’t take Einstein to work it out.”

 

They talked for some time after, getting used to the idea, but then the inevitable question came. It was Jean who asked it.

 

“What are we going to do about the future Robert? You are still at college and have to finish that, but I am the only bread winner here” Then the germ of an idea lodged. “I suppose we could sell this place and find something smaller. The money would see us through for a while. I will get maternity leave with pay, so that would be okay.”

 

“Wouldn’t your husband want half the proceeds?”

 

“Screw him.” Jean spat with something approaching vehemence. “He has done fuck all for me or Abby since he took up with his bimbo, one visit and a check for a couple of hundred quid hardly gives him any claims. Screw him. Beside, my dad gave this house to me, so he has no claim on it.”

 

“What I really meant was what are you going to do Robert? You are going to have to tell your parents some time soon. I doubt they will be too happy about it. And then, what do you want to do?”

 

“Move in with you.” Robert’s simple statement sounded, to him at least, an ideal solution. Move in with Jean and Abbey and live happily ever after. It had all the hallmarks of a perfect future. The consequences of moving in or telling his parents hadn’t figured in his thinking.

 

Jean went silent for a while, staring off into space while she collected her thoughts. Robert and Abby looked on without speaking, waiting for her to come to a conclusion. But, when she did at last speak, it was only with another question.

 

“Robert, I’m not so sure that that is such a good idea. Do you know what you would be taking on? I think you need to think about moving in. It would mean leaving the security of your home, probably leaving behind a lot of hurt and confusion. I’ve known your mother for many years and I know she will not understand, much less give her blessing. As for your father, I don’t know him so well, but I can guess he will not be happy about it at all. Then there are the neighbours. You might not care what they say, but neighbours can make life very difficult if they think they have a chance to. But, more than anything, you are young, very young, with a whole life in front of you and a lot of growing up to do. Who is to say that sometime in the future, you get bored or find someone your own age? You see, it isn’t so straight forward.” She would have carried on, trotting out reasons why he shouldn’t move in, exercising her doubts and justifying her doubts, talking herself out of the idea, but Robert held his hands up, palm out to halt her.

 

“I’ll deal with my parents, that’s my problem and I will try to get them to understand. As for neighbours, screw them, besides, who will know if we move? I can’t say what will happen in the future, no one can, but I love you now. I love Abby and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Besides, it might be you, you might meet someone and fall in love with them; how could I compete with an older, more experienced man?”

 

The arguments flowed back and forth, neither making it easy for the other where doubts and uncertainties clashed, neither with a strong enough argument to sway the others thinking. It was Abby who finally chipped in as mediator instead of the spectator she had been.

 

“Listen to you two… you sound like a bleeding married couple already. Why don’t you think about working out how it can be done instead of why it can’t?” She was of course, absolutely right; the innocence of her years cutting through the dressing of social acceptability, to get right to the heart of the problem. “Why not try it, find out,  work out the problems as they come up.”

 

Like a punch drunk fighter, Jean retired to the kitchen to make some coffee, gain some space and think in peace, leaving Abby and Robert to the spoils of a minor victory. Could it work between them? Exactly how did she feel about Robert? What would the future hold? Could she rely on him? So many questions buzzing around in her mind; the sanctuary of making coffee would give her a chance to mull over all of her doubts.

 

“That isn’t the only news we had for you Robert.” Abby took advantage of the lull in the ebb and flow of argument and decided that, if it might tip the balance, her own news might do the trick. “Mum and I have talked and agreed that you and I could… well, if you and I… um… you can have me too; we could share you.

 

Robert was too stunned to say anything. His already burgeoned mind just couldn’t take this last revelation in and process it.

 

“I thought that, well that you and I could, once in a while, do what we did last year. I really want to do that again, but there’s no hurry.”

 

“Abby, I don’t know what to say. I need to think.” It might have been taken as a rejection, but then, he gave her a cuddle as he rose to follow Jean into the kitchen; his own mind roiling in a confusion of thoughts and solutions, but not actually settling one thing or, anything concrete.

 

“Jean.” He quietly said as he approached her back. “I’m going to go home and tell my parents the news.”

 

“Okay.” Her jangled emotions rationalised that he was running away, just as she expected him to do. That thought brought a sudden sob and then the opening of flood gates as the emotion overwhelmed her and spilled over. Her shoulders shook as sobs wracked her slim frame.

 

Robert grasped her, spinning her around to face him, then smothered her in the embrace of his arms while she let out all of the confusion and trepidation in a tide of tears. He allowed her to let it out, just holding her, saying nothing until her sobs abated.

 

“Jean, I love you.” A simple statement and meant with all his heart and one to make her howl in anguish, expecting a ‘but’ to follow, her vision of the future a mess of jumbled thoughts. “I love you and can’t wait for us to be together.”

 

She eventually calmed, bolstered by his words and a glimmer of hope and accepted that he did need to go home and sort things out with his parents. He left her with a lingering kiss and a longing look as the door closed.

 

Jean and Abby talked for a little while longer until the emotions of the evening took there toll on Jean. She took a Nytol and went to bed.

 

A distraught Robert softly knocked on the front window a couple of hours later. His parents hadn’t taken the news of their impending grandparenthood well at all. Calling Jean names that he had to defend until he slammed the door of the front room to reach the sanctuary of his room and shut out the diatribe he was hearing, but that sanctuary was denied him when his father, in a blind rage, kicked the door in to continue the row. For the first time in his life, his father hit Robert, a full punch that split his eyebrow. In a final family act; Robert struck back, returning the punch and opening a divide that could not be bridged again between them.

 

Abby let him in and fussed over the wound, bathing it with an antiseptic that made him wince, his head in her lap. Then, when she had tended to the wound, she kissed him full on the lips. Wordlessly, she got up from the settee, took his hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom.

 

She had filled out a little in the seven months or so since they had last been together. Her hips, though still narrow, were taking on the form of a woman. Her pubic hair had darkened and coarsened now from the down that had been there before, but was still only a patch. Her breasts formed small bumps, but rather much more pronounced now with darker aureoles surrounding her little nipples, hinting that she would develop a fine pair in the not too far distant future.

 

Neither of them spoke as she undressed him while he stood immobile at the foot of her bed. Her small hand grasped his flaccid cock, stirring life into it. She knelt and suckled on him, bringing forth a gasp as her hot mouth enveloped him.

 

As if coming to his senses, Robert began to ask about Jean, but was silenced with a finger against his lips as she stood and then, when they had lain on top of the bed, covered his mouth with her cunt, kneeling over his head and rubbing her clit against his nose while he lapped at her labia.

 

His climax fast approaching some time later, Robert was about to pull out of her, not wanting two pregnancies, but Abby had other ideas and let him know that she was protected. Her reward was a his seed, planted deep into her, spurt after hot spurt, until he collapsed, exhausted as much from the effort of coming as the emotional rollercoaster he had been on over the last few hours.

 

He rolled off of her and was asleep with in seconds. Abby’s fingers found her leaking snatch, rubbing his come over her budding clit and fucking her fingers into her until his spend was all gone. Then she slept as well, her back coiled into him in sated sleep.

 

 

Epilogue.

 

Jake was born seven months later, a healthy son to them and so welcomed and loved.

 

Jean had sold the house, getting rather more than she had expected. It raised just over three hundred and sixty thousand pounds. They could afford to buy a smaller three bedroom maisonette, nearer to town and still have just less than two hundred left after taxes and stamp duty.

 

Robert’s mother allowed him to return to collect his belongings and tried to mediate, but the rift between him and his father was too wide to be repaired. Secretly, she was delighted to have a grandson and visited on odd occasions, bringing gifts and some money she had saved in a secret account her mother had advised her to do, just in case.

 

Robert completed college, eventually starting his own business that, although not flourishing in its return, was good enough to keep them afloat.

 

Abby grew into a beautiful young woman, venturing on holiday to Spain with her friends when they reached eighteen. Got through college with a degree and started working as a personal assistant. She went through several disastrous love affairs, always returning to the family home when hurt; always seeking the comfort of Robert’s love and sex when the world conspired against her and the solace of her family.

 

Jake grew into a well balanced young man, making his way through university, but always maintaining a self assurance and independence that excluded everyone including his family. He loved them, but in his own way.

 

Jean and Robert lived, very much in love until; she was killed in a road traffic accident. Neither Robert nor Abby ever quite got over the shock, or quite filled the void left by her, but, as if waiting for the moment, Abby filled Jean’s shoes almost immediately. They lived together, in memory of Jean and a beginning that started so long ago.

 

Author’s note:

 

I am still of the opinion that child sex is totally wrong, but agree with one reader that, although not socially acceptable in these days of elongated teaching and adolescence, was perfectly acceptable, even as recently as the early nineteen hundreds in the UK and is still acceptable in some parts of Africa to this day. I also agree with his comment that we have not changed in our physical being; it is only the psychology of modern times that has altered.

 

I could have put a lot more sex into this story, made it more of a stroke event, but that might have detracted from the storyline. Given my own reserve, it would have spoiled what has been an enjoyable episode for me. It could have been drawn out much more, but again, I had reached a natural conclusion and had nothing more to say in the lives of these people who had found that most rare of commodities; love.

 

I sincerely hope that you, the reader, enjoy this story and forgive me the typos, spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. I promise that I have read it through, more than once, so most of them have been taken out, but no one is perfect.

 

Thank you for reading this.

Sofia was the daughter of immigrants from Italy. Her parents had moved to the U.S. when she was only two. She still had the slightest Italian accent even though she was only beginning to say words when she and her family arrived here. When she accepted the job, she had been working in a day care in the city and wanted more. The idea of living in our luxurious suburban home was attractive to her and the money was excellent. So she moved in with us and I instantly liked her. She was a short woman at only about five foot tall, but she had a lovely figure. She had dark skin and black hair, but the face of an angel and uniquely bright blue eyes, which accentuated her looks. That, along with the greatest smile I had ever seen, made her the most beautiful woman in the world in my mind. At first I hardly noticed, but as I began to hit puberty, I started to really take notice. My folks were gone probably a total of nine months out of the year and so Sofia became my best friend. I had trouble making friends because I was very shy. But Sofia always greeted me with a smile after school and I had no real desire to be anywhere else but with her. I don’t know if it was her family raising or what, but she did have some methods about her that I thought were strange, but also intriguing. And this is what led to the beginnings of my adolescent discoveries.

Sofia always dressed rather skimpily, and I never got used to it. I loved it, but as I became more mature, I always felt desire when I was around her. She would usually wear shorts that were so small they looked as if they were painted on. And they were so short that they showed a great deal of her butt cheeks, especially when she bent over for something. She also usually wore a sleek top, either a tight tube top or a small shirt tied in a knot in the back, and she wore no bra or panties that I could ever tell. She rarely wore shoes and felt completely at comfort in her attire. I knew because she even dressed in this fashion when my parents were home. The other thing that was unusual was that she would always bathe me. I knew it was part of her custom because she said her mother bathed her when she was young, but by the time I had turned twelve I began to wonder when she would finally stop. It was very embarrassing at first but I got used to it as we became closer, but now it was causing me to get erections. She would take the cloth and rub my back and chest and legs, everywhere but my privates which she made me do. It was hard to hide my erections but I sat up in the tub when she would bathe me and try to conceal myself with my hands. It worked I guess, because she never said anything about them. This was also the age when I began to masturbate and I found myself more than not, masturbating while thinking of Sofia. I thought it was dirty at first, but then I became more used to it and it made me change my attitudes toward Sofia. She was still my nanny and best friend, but also the object of my desire. Things finally came to a head between us one night after my first soccer game when I was thirteen.

I was in my first year of school soccer, which I loved, but the practices were grueling I thought and I was often sore from it. After my first game, which Sofia came to watch and cheered loudest, I was sore as could be. I had played hard and had a couple of rough collisions and my muscles were aching when I got home. Sofia bragged about me all the way home telling me I was the best player on the field and I was also the most handsome. I blushed a little but remained humble and modest as she doted on me. When we got to the house I was dead tired.

"Sofia, I think I’m just going to take a bath and go strait to bed." I said.

"Are you sure Danny? It’s Friday night and you usually stay up late." She replied.

"Yeah, I’m beat." I said as I started up the stairs.

"I’ll be up in a minute to run your water and help you." She said.

I had been telling her that I was getting to old for her to bathe me, but she insisted. So I usually didn’t resist her when she said she would help. Besides, I was too tired to argue and she was looking very lovely that night, both because of her natural beauty and her skimpy outfit, but also because of the praise she had given me after the game on the drive home. I went to my room to get out of my clothes and then sat down sleepily on my bed until I heard the water run. Sofia usually started the water and then left the room for a few minutes and that is when I would get in the tub. This time I walked in to find her waiting for me with a big smile. It startled me a little and I quickly put my hands over my genitals as I blushed.

"Don’t be like that Danny. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Besides, you have a large, beautiful penis and shouldn’t hide it. Our bodies are nothing to be ashamed of. We know each other plenty well enough by now to not feel embarrassed." She said.

She walked over toward me and pulled my arms apart exposing my penis in an attempt to get me to loosen up. It was rapidly and involuntarily growing so I hurried into the tub. The water felt so good that my embarrassment quickly faded and I closed my eyes as Sofia began to wash my back and chest. Then I laid back, which I rarely did, as she washed my legs. I was sore, but comfortable at the same time and was feeling so relaxed that I hadn’t noticed that Sofia had stopped. After a while, I felt the cloth washing my legs again and realized that I might have drifted off for a moment. When I opened my eyes, I couldn’t believe what I saw. Sofia, during the pause, had gotten undressed and was now kneeling at the tub wearing nothing but a smile as our eyes met. I sat up a little and she could see the wonder in my eyes. She laughed a little as she spoke.

"Don’t be startled Danny. I just figured you would feel more comfortable if I were naked too. Now I want you to be relaxed." She said.

She was a sight to see! Her breasts were average sized, but very perky and tight against her chest. Her stomach was flat and fit, I guess from all the non-stop housework she did in keeping the place spotless. She stood up to go get a bottle of body soap from the counter and she had the most unbelievable ass I had ever seen. I knew it from her tight shorts she always wore, but this was even better than I had imagined. She was evenly tanned all over, and I was aroused at the thought that she must sunbathe in the nude in our back yard while I was at school. Her pussy was trimmed and neat in a perfect classic triangle shape. The smile never left her face as she kneeled back down and looked at my extremely hard penis. I had not even noticed, but it wouldn’t have mattered.

"Since you are so sore, I figured I would clean your privates for you this time. You just relax and I’ll take good care of you." She said.

I couldn’t speak as I watched her squirt a generous amount of soap into her palm and then rub her hands together. She slowly dipped her hand into the water between my legs and eased it toward my scrotum. When she touched it, I jumped a little. It was the most intense thing I had ever felt. She stopped only to tell me to relax and then cupped my balls inside her hand and began to gently rub and massage my scrotum as she cleaned my balls. After a few seconds, she took her other hand and slowly wrapped it around the shaft of my penis, which was bigger than I had ever seen, and gently began to stroke it in her hand. I was anything but relaxed as she had wanted, but also wasn’t about to stop her from her touches. Her pace was slow but steady as she stroked all the way from the base of my penis to it’s tip. Her other hand was massaging my balls at the same time and I soon felt my orgasm building.

"Uh, Sofia. I think you might want to stop. Something is happening . . ." She stopped me.

"I know Danny. It’s ok. Just let it happen." She said.

I couldn’t hold back, and soon I was squirting huge ropes of cum high into the air. It landed on my stomach and on her hand and wrist, but she never wavered. She continued her slow and steady strokes until my orgasm has subsides and I was completely clean.

"You deserved that after the game you just played." She smoothly said.

Then she rinsed me off and pulled the plug out of the drain and looked at me, now with a more serious stare.

"I know you usually don’t, but I want you to shower now to make sure you are completely clean. Then dry off and come into the bedroom." She said, and then turned and left the bathroom, leaving her clothes on the floor.

I quickly did as she said and went into the bedroom. There, Sofia was lying naked on my bed waiting for me. She extended her hand toward me as I advanced and then pulled me up onto the bed. She grabbed my other hand with hers and pulled me on top of her as she spread her legs without a word. Then she looked deep into my eyes and I felt her hand stroking my growing cock to fullness. She took it and pulled me toward herself as I felt my cock touch the slick entrance of her pussy. She guided it in until my cock’s head was in, and then put her hands on my ass and pulled me all the way inside. Her pussy felt tight and wet as my pelvis met hers and my balls rested on her ass. She then wrapped her legs around my waist and I began to slowly push in and out of her pussy. She put her hands on my cheeks and pulled me in for the most erotic and best kiss I had ever had. We kissed the entire time, only stopping briefly to catch our breath and allow me to suck on her erect nipples as we moaned together. She had taken my virginity and I had fallen in love. I wanted it to last forever, but inevitably it had to end. I felt my orgasm building and finally erupting inside my new lovers pussy. She came at the same time, moaning loudly as her own orgasm hit. Then I collapsed on top of her, gave her another kiss, and drifted to sleep.

I slept very soundly that night and had an amazing dream about Sofia. I was pleased to wake up next to her. She was already awake and was looking at me with a soft smile. She said good morning and we kissed again. Then she began to kiss my neck and down to my chest, kissing her way all the way down to my penis. She was under the covers and I couldn’t see her, but I was in heaven when I felt her lips on my cock. I had never had a blowjob either, and it was more amazing than I could imagine. I pulled the covers back so I could see her. Her eyes met mine and I watched only for a few seconds as her head bobbed up and down on my cock, never breaking eye contact with me. Then I came, and she stopped only to take my load into her mouth as she stoked my cock with her hand. Then she carefully pulled her mouth away and swallowed before rising up and straddling me. She lifted her ass high enough to take my cock into her pussy and then began to ride my cock wildly. She was moaning and screaming within seconds and fucked me to her own orgasm. I felt and heard the wetness of her pussy as she came and then she quickly moved over my face and sat down as I instinctively licked and sucked her cum off her clit and pussy. She was moaning loudly again in seconds as she was coming again. This time I couldn’t get it all into my mouth as she splattered my face with her watery liquid. Then, as if she couldn’t get enough, she moved back and took my cock into her pussy again and had a couple more orgasms before I blew another load into her hot pussy. She then collapsed on top of me and kissed me before tiredly climbing off me and into the bathroom where I heard the shower start. It was even better than the night before and not a word had been spoken other than the "good morning" she had greeted me with in the beginning. She then called for me and we showered together. She did not say a word during the shower, but I could tell something was bothering her. After we dried off, she went to her room and I to mine to get dressed. I met her in the kitchen afterwards and she made breakfast. It was at the breakfast table after eating that she finally spoke.

"Danny, I want you to know that I am not sorry about what happened, but that it cannot continue. I wanted to tell you when you woke up, but you looked so handsome and innocent that I . . . anyway it has to end now." She said.

"Why Sofia? I love you and what we did was natural for two people in love, right?" I asked.

"I love you too Danny, but I shouldn’t have done that last night. Or this morning for that matter. I was just so proud of you and you looked so desirable to me. I can’t honestly say that I’m not in love with you, but it is not natural. Besides me being your nanny, I am also much too old for you. I am practically twenty years older than you and it isn’t right. You have so much life to live and you will meet someone your own age and fall in love. I’m not the one for you and we mustn’t speak of last night again. Among ourselves or to anyone else. Besides the age difference, it was also illegal. I would definitely get fired by your parents and I would most likely go to prison for what we did last night if anyone found out." She said.

"But Sofia, I can’t just forget about last night. I want you no matter what our age difference is." I begged.

She just shook her head and left the table. I could tell she was beginning to cry, but she wouldn’t respond to my knocking on her bedroom door. Oddly enough, I only spoke to Sofia briefly throughout the next two weeks. I tried to talk to her and I wanted her badly, but she would not reciprocate. Then the unthinkable happened and as soon as my parents came back from their trip the last time, she resigned. I was crushed. She did come up to my room to say goodbye before she left. My parents tried to change her mind and even offered her a huge raise in pay, but she didn’t waver. She told me she would never forget me and that she loved me and we cried in each other’s arms before she walked out of my life.

I was in deep depression for much of the next year. My parents tried to get me to tell them what had happened and why she had left, but I only said that I didn’t know. They knew something was up, but I’m sure they never guessed the truth and finally they quit asking. They tried to get a new nanny for me but I refused. After much debate, they decided I was old enough to stay alone, even though I probably wasn’t, and they allowed it as long as I would agree to let our neighbor check on me quite often while they were gone. He was a good friend of my father’s and a reason we had moved into that neighborhood in the first place, so it worked out.

Part II

I only stayed alone a short time because my parent’s business was taking off and they were able to hire more employees which freed them up to stay home most of the time. We were a normal family again for my last two years of high school and we did a lot together to make up for the lost time when they had been away. Still I thought of Sofia every day. She was still my first love and I couldn’t get past it. I was no longer depressed, but still often sad and pined for her always. I had a difficult time meeting girls in high school, even though I had become popular because of my achievements in athletics. I was not only the soccer star, but also baseball and track and people in my school took notice. I had an offer or two from girls probably based on the fact that I was the star athlete, but I didn’t take them up on the offer. I could only think about Sofia and go home and masturbate to the memory of our two times together. It wasn’t until I met Dee in college that I found some stability and settled down. I asked her to marry me on the day after our graduation from college and she gleefully accepted. I did love her, but I still thought of Sofia and even almost backed out of the marriage on our wedding day thinking I might still have a chance with her. I had not spoken to her but once since she left that day. She had called me on the day I graduated from high school and we had a good talk until I told her how much I still loved her. That made her skittish and she quickly ended the conversation and hung up. I waited for the call on my college graduation but it didn’t come. I didn’t blame her because she probably didn’t know about it. I had no way of sending her an invitation because I still didn’t know where she was. And it was only after that when I decided to propose to Dee.

Dee and I lived happily together for the next thirteen years. Our story is much like my parents in that we both traveled a good deal of the time. The difference is that we didn’t get rich like my parents, even though we were comfortable, and that we didn’t travel together because we had separate jobs. Still, our marriage was happy and we had a perfect little son that kept us even closer. He was only ten years old when we began to travel through our jobs, so we did what my parents had done and got a nanny. My wife had chosen one while I had been gone and I didn’t meet her until after she had began working for us. The day I met her was one that I will never forget.

I was returning from a business trip and my wife happened to be home so she could pick me up from the airport. She was departing the next day and I would only be home for two days but it gave us time to catch up as we parked in a wooded area next to the airport and had sex twice in the car. Afterwards, we giggled like school kids and composed ourselves for the drive home.

"That was nice Danny. Sorry it had to be like this but our new nanny is home with Jay and I had to have you." She giggled.

"You’ll hear no complaints from me." I laughed. "So tell me about this new nanny."

As my wife began to tell me about her, I almost drove the car off the road. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She told me her name was Sofia and that she was twenty-two years old. And when she told me that her mom was Italian, I almost fainted.

Dee asked me if something was wrong, probably by the stunned look on my face, but I tried to assure her there wasn’t. Still I couldn’t help but think, is it possible that this girl we hired is Sofia’s daughter? The years would match up pretty close if Sofia had become pregnant not long after she had left our house. I had heard through the grapevine that she had gotten married not long after she resigned, but it was never confirmed to me. My mind was still racing as we pulled into the driveway. I couldn’t wait to see her.

Sofia greeted us at the door and my eyes almost popped out of my head. It was as if I were looking at my old nanny again. Obviously she was a little younger than my Sofia had been when I knew her, but it could have passed for her even still. She was lovely and I felt I was looking back in time. I said my hello and shook her hand. A strange electricity serged through my body from her touch. I knew no matter how happily married I was, I had to fuck this lovely creature, if nothing else to possibly put closure on my long desire for my Sofia. It wasn’t my Sofia, but it easily could have been. And there was no one else that could come as close.

I could tell this young Sofia liked me from the start and so the next day when Dee took Jay to the zoo, I stayed home faking an illness so I could make my move. Sofia was vacuuming the floor in a skimpy outfit just like my old Sofia would wear when I decided not to wait. I went up behind her and spun her around so I could look into her eyes. Her eyes matched my old Sofia’s eyes perfectly and I couldn’t help myself. Without a word, I pulled her close and kissed her, hoping she didn’t slap the shit out of me afterwards. Instead, to my glee, she put her hands on my ass and pulled herself hard into me. In a flash our clothes were off and she dropped to her knees and began sucking my cock. It was as if I had traveled back in time. I felt as though I was fucking my first love again and I quickly came in her mouth. She even used the same techniques that I had remembered Sofia using that time years ago. She stroked me until I had finished and then swallowed before standing up and kissing me again. I picked her up and sat her down onto my cock, guiding it in with one hand as I held her off the ground with the other. Then she wrapped her legs around my back and I cupped her ass as I began to bounce her up and down on my cock. She bucked the best she could and was moaning loudly. She even sounded like my old Sofia. She must have cum ten times while I pounded her up and down my shaft. She was so wet that our thrusts were making a squishing sound as we moved. Then I walked us over to the couch and laid her down. I went down on her and ate her pussy to another orgasm as I savored her taste. Then I raised up and put my hands on either side of her and began to fuck her hard, ridding myself of years of sexual frustration on pining for my Sofia. She screamed and clawed my back as I fucked her hard, only pausing to suck on her large breasts. Her body was just like my old Sofia’s except her tits were larger. And I loved that. When I was ready to cum, I decided not to cum inside her for obvious reasons, so I pulled my cock out and stroked my cum all over her stomach and chest. Some even hit her face as she tried to catch it in her mouth. I had not cum so hard since that time with Sofia twenty two years ago. After I finished, she scooped and rubbed my cum all over her chest and face, tasting it before I picked her up again and took her to my bedroom. I knew my wife would not be home for a few more hours so I fucked this new Sofia three more times in our bedroom. I even fucked her in the butt doggy style before dumping my load inside her ass. I have to say this new Sofia was more freaky that my old one as she was asking me to do the naughtiest things to her. I was feeling my old love over again and I finally collapsed after she rode my cock for one last nut, as I spewed all over her ass.

"Wow, you really were turned on by me weren’t you?" She asked, with a slight little accent just as my old Sofia had.

"I’m sorry to have been so forward, you just remind me of someone special." I said.

"That’s ok, if you wouldn’t have made the first move, I definitely would have. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not in the habit of being a home wrecker. It’s just that I felt something special with you the moment I met you for the first time yesterday." She said.

"I know exactly what you mean." I replied. "What made you become a nanny in the first place?" I asked, trying to change the subject as a little guilt was starting to set in.

"Well, my mother had been a nanny and her and my step-dad thought it would be a good way to earn some decent money." She said.

My heart almost stopped as I thought now this might really be Sofia’s daughter.

"What’s your mother’s name?" I asked.

"Her name is also Sofia. I’m named after her." She said.

"Was her maiden name Domingo?" I asked, with my heart in my throat.

"Yes, how did you know that?" Sofia asked with a puzzled look.

"Oh my god! It can’t be! You are the daughter of my old nanny!" I exclaimed, horrified and happy at the same time.

"Oh my god! Are you the Danny that she always spoke of!?" She asked, her face frightfully worried.

"Yes! Yes! That’s right! I can’t believe this!" I exclaimed happily.

"Oh my god!" Sofia screamed as she rushed off the bed and into the bathroom.

I was worried by her reaction and went into the bathroom to find her crying. I was puzzled and worried. What the hell was going on. After she finished she began to speak again as she sat on the bathroom floor covered up in a towel.

"I can’t believe what I’ve just done! What we just did!" She said.

"What’s going on Sofia? I know it’s a huge coincidence and everything, but it’s going to be ok." I replied.

"No, it’s not ok! You are my father! I have just had the nastiest, freakiest sex of my life with my father, and you have just fucked the shit out of your own daughter! Oh my Jesus! I swallowed my father’s cum!" She was crying again.

I was stunned. What the fuck is she talking about? I couldn’t speak as my mind raced and she could see I was very confused so she continued.

"Don’t you see!?" She cried. "I know you had sex with my mother and that is why she resigned. She told me you were young, but I didn’t think . . . just add it up! It was about twenty two years ago right? Well, I’m twenty two years old. She told me there was no other man in her life until my step-dad came around and that was three years after she left you! She told me that Danny Regan was my real father! My god, how did I not see this coming. I knew Jay’s last name was Regan! If your wife didn’t still use her maiden name then I might have not been so blind."

"Wait a minute, this can’t be right. Something’s a miss. You can’t tell me that you’re my daughter. Sofia would have told me that by now." I said.

"She didn’t tell you because she didn’t want you to waste your young life away. She is sorry she didn’t tell you now, but then she was thinking only of you and was blinded by what she thought you wanted. Then you got married and things just got more difficult. I was going to look for you soon anyway." Sofia replied.

"I can’t believe this!" I said as I sat down on the toilet lid.

"You know what the worst thing is?" Sofia asked. "The worst thing is that even now that I know the truth, I still want to fuck you. I want to fuck you more than ever."

I was in shock as I watched her crawl over toward me with tears in her eyes and take my limp cock into her mouth. She slowly sucked on it, looking up at me, until my cock was hard again. Tears were streaming down her face. She now knew her dad, and in a more intimate way than most daughters. I should have pushed her away as quickly as I could, but I have to admit that I felt the same way. I let her suck me until I was ready to fuck and then I picked her up and leaned against the back of the toilet, watching her as she straddled my cock and sat her pussy down onto me. This time she came even harder and more rapidly than before as I shot my load into her pussy. Before I was careful, but now I actually wanted her to get pregnant. She was my daughter, but I felt a strong desire to have a baby with her. To continue our strange linage I guess. I didn’t know how my wife would take it, having a newly found daughter to raise, but I didn’t care. I figured somehow it would be fine. I just hoped she wouldn’t know that she was my daughter AND that I was fucking her as often as I could. And if and when the baby comes, Dee could think it is just a bastard child from an unlucky night with some guy. But Sofia and I will know the truth and we can all be a family together just like I had always wanted with her mother.

   The big fall back to school dance was coming up and Lisa Turtle asked Tori to help her with the decorations. As they worked Tori began asking Lisa questions. In case you don’t know Lisa was the school gossip, if you needed any information you just asked Lisa.

   “What is up with Zack?” Tori asked. “I mean he thinks he’s God’s gift to women.”

   “Well honey, he is really cute and he’s a great fuck.” Lisa replied smiling as she thought of Zack’s cock sliding in and out of her black pussy.

   “WHAT? You mean you and Zack have had sex?”

   “Oh yeah, we’ve been fucking off and on since we were in eighth grade.”

   “I can’t believe it. I thought you were a virgin.”

    Lisa almost fell off the ladder she was laughing so hard. “Are you kidding me? I don’t think there’s a virgin in this school. Half the girls are fucking their teachers so they will pass and the cheerleaders; well let’s just say they do a lot for team spirit.”

   “I thought this was such a straight laced school.”

   “Oh honey we enjoy life here.” Lisa smiled down at her friend then asked. “How about you? Are you a virgin?”

   Tori blushed bright red and said. “Well technically I am, I mean I’ve never actually had intercourse but I’ve sucked my share of cocks.”

   “Why haven’t you let anybody fuck you? I’m sure you’d love it.”

   “Don’t get me wrong. I love having my pussy stuffed but. Well I haven’t found the right guy yet.”

   Lisa spread her legs and started rubbing her crotch then said in a low moan. “All this talk is making me so horny. Have you ever messed around with a girl?” She climbed off the ladder and stood in front of Tori staring lustfully into her eyes.

   “Oh Lisa, you are so sexy. I’d love nothing better than to make wild passionate love to you, but I can’t.” Tori said as she felt her own pussy getting wet.

   “But why not? I guarantee you’ll like it. I’m very good at making girls cum.” Lisa said as she pulled Tori’s face to hers. She kissed Tori sliding her tongue over Tori’s lips. Tori moaned as she parted her lips and met Lisa’s tongue with her own. They kissed passionately and Lisa pushed Tori’s leather jacket off her shoulders. Tori was moaning as Lisa squeezed her breasts then removed her t shirt and bra, making her nipples hard as rocks . Tori let her hands roam over Lisa’s luscious body stopping to squeeze her firm breasts. She could feel Lisa’s nipples poking against her palms.

   She had never wanted anything more but she pushed Lisa away and said. “Oh Lisa, I want you so much but I really can’t do this.”

   “But why? I know you’re excited.” As she spoke she quickly unbuttoned her jeans and slid them and her panties down to her ankles revealing her neatly trimmed pussy. “And how can you pass up licking my wet pussy?”

   Tori was shocked as she watched beautiful Lisa finger her pussy. Her eyes were glued to Lisa’s hand as she brought her finger up to her mouth and licked it clean. Tears started rolling down Tori’s face as she said. “You don’t understand, I want you very much but I’m afraid of what will happen if I let you see me. That’s why I had to leave my last school. I let my boyfriend, who I thought loved me, take my pants off and he freaked.”

   “What do you mean? I’ve seen pussies before.”

   “Well I’m different.” She took a deep breath then pushed her jeans and panties down. Lisa’s eyes widened as she stared at a six inch cock sticking out of Tori’s pubic hair. “You see I was born with a cock and a pussy, I’m a hermaphrodite.”

   “HOLY SHIT!” Lisa screamed as she stared at Tori’s throbbing cock. “It’s beautiful”

   Tori was shocked as she felt Lisa’s fingers close around the shaft. She had waited so long to feel somebody’s hand besides her own touch her cock. She could feel it throbbing as Lisa slid her hand up over the head. Lisa dropped to her knees and in one movement took all of her cock into her mouth and throat. Tori moaned as Lisa gave her her first blowjob. It was better than she had dreamed she knew how good it felt to suck a cock but she wasn’t prepared for the pleasure she was receiving from Lisa’s mouth. Tori knew she wouldn’t last long and when Lisa slipped a finger into her pussy that was all she could stand. Her pussy tightened on Lisa’s finger and her cock jerked and filled her mouth with hot cum.

   “OH MY GOD! OH LISA I’VE NEVER FELT LIKE THIS! OH FUCK I’M CUMMING!!!!”

 

   Lisa moaned as she swallowed Tori’s cum and also she could feel pussy juice running down her arm. She swallowed all her cum then moved lower and slipped her tongue into Tori’s pussy causing her hips to jerk as another small orgasm swept through her.  

   Tori collapsed on the floor of the gym with Lisa. Their lips met in a passionate kiss and Tori’s hands began rubbing Lisa’s large breasts. She pulled Lisa’s shirt over her head then quickly unhooked and removed her white lace bra. Tori’s mouth watered as she stared at Lisa’s firm black body. She had always wanted to fool around with a girl and she wasn’t going to miss this chance. She licked down Lisa’s neck and took her left nipple into her mouth. Lisa moaned as Tori sucked her breast and slid her hand over her flat stomach towards her soaking wet pussy. Tori’s pulse was racing as her fingers slid over Lisa’s wet lips and into her hot pussy. She slid first one then two fingers into Lisa causing her hips to rock.

   “Oh Tori that feels so good. Fuck my wet pussy with your fingers.”

   As Lisa spoke she pushed Tori’s head downward. Tori took the hint and kissed her way to Lisa’s pussy crawling between her legs and putting Lisa’s thighs on her shoulders. Gently she parted Lisa’s lips and was in awe of how the pink of her pussy contrasted with her black skin. This thought was quickly pushed from her mind as she gave into her lust and buried her tongue into a hot wet pussy for the first time in her life.

   “OH MY GOD!!! EAT MY PUSSY TORI!!!! LICK MY FUCKING CLIT!!!” Lisa screamed as she pulled Tori’s face tighter against her. Her hips were bucking and she knew she was so close to a mind shattering orgasm but she wanted to feel Tori’s cock buried in her. She pulled Tori’s face from her pussy looked into her eyes and said. “Fuck me Tori; I want to be the first to feel your cock in me.”

   Tori’s cock was throbbing as she crawled up between Lisa’s thighs. She leaned down and kissed Lisa’s lips and said with a tear running down her cheek. “Oh Lisa I’m so happy you want me to fuck you. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to have sex with someone, but I’m thrilled that you’ll be the first.”

   As Tori talked she felt Lisa’s hand close on her cock then slide it along her slit till the head found the opening of Lisa’s pussy, or in Tori’s mind the gates of heaven. She looked at Lisa’s face and moaned as she pushed forward feeling her cock slide into the velvet glove of a wet pussy for the first time. She moved slowly at first reveling in the feelings.

   “Lisa, your pussy feels so good on my cock.”

   “Damn this is so wild; your cock feels so good in me.” Lisa said then lifted her head so she could suck Tori’s nipples. Tori could feel the cum starting to rise in her cock as she pumped faster and harder into Lisa. Lisa’s orgasm was fast approaching and she lifted her hips meeting Tori’s thrusts.

   “OH FUCK LISA, I’M GONNA CUM!!!”

   “YES TORI, CUM IN ME!!! LET ME FEEL YOUR HOT CUM SHOOT INTO MY PUSSY!!!! MAKE ME CUM WITH YOU!”

    Tori thrust hard into Lisa and screamed as she felt her cock jerk over and over as hot cum filled Lisa’s pussy. This triggered Lisa’s orgasm and she pulled Tori to her hugging her tightly as her hips jerked with every shot from Tori. They lay there holding each other till Tori’s cock finally softened and she groaned slipped from Lisa.  

   “Thank you Lisa, that was amazing.”

   “Oh sweetie you don’t have to thank me that was awesome. You are one of the best fucks I’ve ever had.”

   They held each other and kissed then Tori looked at Lisa and asked. “Do you think I could ever get Zack to fuck me?”

   “Honey I know Zack and after the initial shock he’d love to fuck you. In fact I’ve noticed a nice bulge in his jeans when I see him staring at your ass.” They both laughed then they noticed the time and they quickly dressed and finished decorating the gym.

    Later that night as she lay in bed, Tori couldn’t keep her mind off Lisa’s sweet pussy and maybe feeling Zack’s cock filling her own. She reached down and squeezed her hard cock then slowly started stroking it. She pulled her vibrator from her nightstand and slipped it into her wet pussy. “Oh Zack fuck me. Let me feel your hard cock fill me.” She moaned as she slid the vibrator into her pussy with her left hand and stroked her throbbing cock with her right. She imagined how wonderful it would feel to have Zack’s hot cum shoot into her pussy. As she moaned her hands moved faster till her hips jerked lifting her ass from the bed and she groaned as her pussy gripped the vibrator and cum shot from her cock. It shot high into the air landing on her heaving chest. As she relaxed she scooped the cum from her breasts and stomach then brought her fingers to her lips so she could lick them clean.

   The next morning Zack and Lisa sat in her driveway in his 1966 Mustang convertible. She had called him and asked for a ride to school. He was wondering what was up, not that he minded giving her a ride in fact he was horny and was hoping maybe she was too.

   “So Lisa, what’s up? I mean you don’t usually ask for a ride unless you have something on your mind.” Zack said as he squeezed her breast.

   “Zack are you always horny?” Lisa laughed as she moved closer to him.

   “You know I am.” He laughed. “And usually you are too.”

   “Well I am a little, but I want to talk to you about Tori first.”

   “What about her?” he said moving his hand under her skirt.

   “Oh Zack, that feels great.” She moaned when she felt his finger slip under her panties and into her pussy.

   “You like my fingers don’t you?”

   “You know I do. I’ve always enjoyed what you do to me ever since Miss Bliss taught us how to please each other. But stop for a minute.” She moaned grabbing his hand. “I talked to Tori last night and Zack she’s never been with a guy.”

   He looked shocked and said. “You’re kidding, she’s a virgin?”

   “Well technically, but she told me she has played with some toys and sucked some guys off. Also now she has been with a girl.” Lisa smiled as she added the last part of the statement.

   “I see, so you two messed around last night?”

   “Yeah, and it was like nothing I’ve ever had before. It completely blew my mind.”

   “Wow, she was that good?”

   “Oh yes, and she wants you to be the first guy to fuck her. But she’s shy, she doesn’t want you to see her nude and she wants me to be there to help her.” She said as she squeezed the lump in his crotch.

   “Damn that sounds strange. But you know me, always up for some good hot pussy. Now get down there and suck my cock.” He said pulling her head into his lap. She opened his jeans and pulled his thick seven inch cock into the open then slowly ran her tongue over the head. As she slid her mouth lower taking him into her throat he slipped two fingers back into her pussy.

   “Fuck, you’re the best cock sucker Lisa.” He moaned as she swallowed the last of his cock pushing her nose deep into his pubic hair.

   She sucked him for several minutes then pulled her mouth off him with a pop. Then slid her panties off and straddled his lap. She reached down and slid his cock head along her lips then moaned as she lowered herself onto him. “Oh Zack I love your cock in me.”

   Zack grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed as he moved her up and down his hard cock. She moaned as developed a nice slow rhythm lifting up till just the head was in her then sliding back down till it filled her completely. She kissed him hard letting their tongues wrestle as she bounced faster slamming her pussy onto his fat cock.

   “Lisa I love fucking you. Your pussy is so tight. Oh fuck I’m gonna cum.”

   “Oh yes Zack shoot your cum in me! I’M CUMMING TOO!”

   She ground her crotch against his as she felt his cock swell and shoot four strong shots deep inside her. They were both panting as they tried to catch their breath and he could feel her pussy milking the last of his cum from his cock. She lifted off him and quickly swallowed his wilting cock cleaning all their combined juices off it. As she sat up she could feel his cum leaking from her so she slid two fingers inside her pussy making sure they were covered with his sticky cum. Then lifted them to her mouth licked down one side then said. “You want a lick?” To her surprise he leaned in and helped her lick her fingers clean.

   As they drove to school she looked at him and said. “Wow, I can’t believe you licked your cum from my fingers.”

   “It’s no big deal; I’ve been doing it for years.” He smiled as he added. “I have to get rid of the evidence when I jerk off.”

  

   Please email any comments to lisa_7486@yahoo.com If the feedback is good I’ll post part 2.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finally, Subhalakhmi boarded the State Transport bus along with the kids to go to Panvel. The scenery after the official limits of Bombay were over were good looking for the kids. Never they had encountered free fields lush with greenary. Jai was happy that he was going out because he was always the adventurer in the family. He had great plans of becoming a pilot and raoming the world. Jai was currently in his 7th standard was the most brilliant of the lot. Ajay was in 9th and an average individual. He was on the verge of courting with his girlfriend but this visit was a real hinderance in his path. He was sure this summer vacation would have been the time when he could have definitely convinced his girlfriend to kiss him. But !!! Tara was the most innocent 8th grader. She was always very conservative. But she had known about the forbidded fruit. Some boys in her class used to pester her because she was the most good looker in the class. She was very fair like a doll, with medium tits and buttocks. But her eyes were the most expressive part of her face. She was aware of the way Ajay sometimes looked at her. She felt no difference between his behaviour and the useless school boys.

Geeta was more than cordial in her welcoming. Prakash was at the company, but Subhalakhami and Geeta had a nice chat. Then Subhalakhami left. Geeta had a bunglow type of a house. It was two storey building. The ground floor was dedicated to make the kitchen, the hall and the rest room. The first floor had the master bedroom for the couple and a spare room for keeping extra things like bedsheets, bedding, pillows, etc. The last floor had two rooms. One room was under construction for the arrival of the couple's baby and the adjoining room was master bedrrom for the guest. This room was assigned to the male siblings, and the one under construction which was almost ready, with only wall finishing left was given to Tara. Geeta was 24 years old and four months pregnant. Ajay observed that her tummy was protuding out prominently. Geeta was fair but her figure was getting out of shape. Her breast were small, but her ass was protuding just like her tummy. Prakash had always complained to her about maintaining her figure. Geeta used to exercise and keep fit but from the time of pregnancy, the exercises were stopped. Geeta made the meals and the siblings sat in the kitchen to have the food. Geeta struck a conversation asking about their academic careers and life in general. But then Tara asked,

"Geeta Aunty, what are you expecting, Boy or Girl?"

Geeta simply said,

"Expectations are simply assumptions and I don't believe in them. What I feel is that I am happy with what God gives me."

Ajay said,

"But Aunty doesn't it feel heavy to carry something in your tummy?"

Geeta just smiled and nodded. After the food session the kids went to their respective room on the second floor.

Tara was alone in the room when Geeta Aunty came in her room and said,

"Tara don't be shy. I know you wanted to ask me some questions which you didn't because of your brothers' presence."

Tara smiled and said,

"Aunty is it true that in order to get pregnant you have to play that forbidden game."

Geeta nodded and said,

"The forbidden game of straight Sex is the one required to get pregnant. Any straight sex could make you pregnant."

Tara was a bit confused. To which Geeta added,

"There are mainly two types of sex. One is the straight sex where in the man and woman unite in the natural manner i.e. with male phallus in the female vagina. The other is called substitute sex wherein there is no contact between the phallus and the vagina but the phallus has its pleasure from other female body parts like the thighs, armpit, breast, anus, mouth, etc. The first one would definitely make you pregnant but the other one is risk free provided necessary precautions are taken."

Tara was still confused but she asked her aunt,

"Uncle loves you and so he does you all the strange things you told me!!"

Geeta just smiled and replied,

"Prakash Uncle loves me that does not mean that he would like to play the game with me only. He is free to try other females too. I think that day he was explaining our neighbours daughter about the alternate method. The girl was so excited that she forced your uncle to do some of the things to her. Unfortunately, she got married. But still, whenever she comes to her mother's place, she spends more time with Prakash then with any body else."

Tara was shocked to hear this. But she was not sure as to what was happening. She was still confused about a lot of things. How can a penis enjoy female's other body parts was out of her imagination. She worded this confusion to Geeta. Geeta told her,

"I give you an idea. Why don't you hide in the cupboard in my room in order to observe your uncle perform with me. I won't anybody know about this and it would solve all your problems."

Tara was amazed but she agreed because she was excited about this. Geeta smiled and heaved a sigh of relief, Prakash's idea had clicked on Tara. Now she told Tara to be ready after dinner, while going up, she should sneak in the room and get in the first cupboard which Geeta would keep open. Also the holes would be made at the appropriate positions so that she could observe what was happening through the cupboard. Geeta further asked,

"Tara you are quite old now. Tell me did you ever play with other girls your age?"

Tara was innocent and replied, "Yes, of course."

Geeta further probed her,

"No I mean, naked and petting eaach other...."

Tara gasped and shook her head indicating a negative answer. Geeta shied. She told Tara,

"After I see what the boys are upto I will tell you something about it."

Geeta left. Tara was really excited and her cunt was twitching. She did not understand but for the first time in her life she was feeling this way. She felt that Aunt Geeta was really good and cared for her. She wanted to relax but her blood was on fire. The vision of what she would see from the cupboard was haunting her. She would be seeing the forbidden game for the first time in her life.

Geeta silently entered the adjoining room to Tara's. Ajay and Jai were talking about her. Jaias saying,

"Ajay bhai don't you think Aunty looks much better with her tummy out."

Ajay replied,

"Yes, but I think I like the way her buttocks were sticking out. She is really good looking."

Geeta walked in and both of them were shocked. Geeta pacified their anxiety and sat and chatted for some time. Jai said shyly,

"Geeta Aunty, we were just discussing about how good your tummy looks."

Ajay quitened his brother and shook his head. Geeta knew that the boys were shy and she said,

"I know, even your uncle feels that. Do you want to observe it closely?"

Jai innocently nodded his head. Ajay was unsure as to what was happening. Geeta sat on the bed. She removed the end of her saree from her shoulder and slept on the bed. She pushed down her ghaghra and saree a bit lower to her belly. This clearly exposed her tummy. Jai and Ajay sat besides her innocently looking down at her protuding tummy. Jai took courage and touched his hand on her tummy. Geeta smiled. Ajay was feeling shy at this blatant display of flesh. He got excited and his pants started to show a rise. Geeta got aware of this. She told Ajay and Jai to press their ear on her tummy and listen carefully. They did so for somtime. Geeta was herself getting excited by the touch of these innocent kids. Ajay's pant was showing a very convincing bulge. Jai kissed her tummy and said,

"I can't hear anything in there." Even Ajay was of the same opinion.

Geeta sat up and adjusted her clothes. She said,

"You boys have to help me tomorrow. My friend had given me a method by which to young boys can help me determine what I will give birth to. Would you two help?"

Jai and Ajay both agreed. Ajay's pant was still showing the bulge. Even Jai's pant had some movement. Geeta smiled to herself and left the room. Tomorrow she would be the most happiest woman on this earth if everything goes as planned. Geeta was very excited and so she went into Tara's room.

Tara was lying on the double bed. Her frock had ridden up to her very fair thighs. No wonder, Tara had the same skin as Geeta had. It was hereditary in their family to have very fair girl children. Geeta was fascinated by looking at her thighs. She sat close to her on the bed. Slowly she moved her hand on her knees and her thighs. After getting no response, she was sure that Tara was in a deep sleep and so she gently massaged her thighs for sometime. Then she raised her frock up to her waist to expose her black panty. She was wondering how Prakash would have liked to see this.

Geeta moved her hand delicately over Tara's pussy in the panty. Tara was wet. So definitely she was excited by what she had told Tara. Geeta observed the impression of the just maturing cunt on the panty. Surely the cunt was looking fine from the panty. The slit was small and delicate and her clitoris was erect and pointed visible on the panty. Tara was really a good piece of enjoyment. Just then Tara opened her eyes with weird sensation from her privates. She was shocked to see Geeta looking and feeling her cunt. Tara just said,

"Oh!! Aunty, what are you doing?"

Geeta took the control of the situation and said,

"Tara I saw that your panty had become wet, so I just wanted to find whether it was your pee or the excitement. Surely it is excitement. I know even I used to be excited at your age. But there was no one to guide me how to enjoy. If you want, I can teach you a trick or two, provided that you do to me what I tell you to later on..."

Tara was a bit hesistant, but she agreed. The horny feeling was more dominant than her hesistant behaviour. Geeta told her to remove her dress. Tara was shocked but the excitement was tremondous. She had asked her mother a few times why her cunt had tickling feeling. Tara's mother had admonished her and said,

"Look Tara. You should not even think about the private parts before marraige. I will tell you when you get married. Till then whenever this feeling comes to you, chant God's name. Never do anything else or you would do a sin."

Tara asked and related the whole incidence to Geeta. Geeta said,

"Your mother always ran away from good things in life. I know, I have used my hands on my body so many times that now I have lost count of it. Don't worry, it is safe and there is no sin in doing anything what is enjoyable."

Tara stood in her panty. Geeta looked at her developing delicate breast. The nipples were pink and they were erect. Geeta and Tara sat besides each other on the bed. Geeta removed her saree and the blouse. Her breast were bigger than Tara's of course. Her brown nipples too were standing. Geeta still had her ghaghra on. Her breast were really medium sized. Geeta kept her hands on Tara's small breast and squeezed them delicately in her hands. Tara moaned. Geeta kept Tara's hands on her breast and told her to press hard. Tara did the deed. Geeta closed her eyes and moaned hard. Geeta left Tara's breast and said,

"Now do it yourself. Press your breast first delicately and then with some pressure. You will enjoy it. See me do it."

Tara sat with her hands on her own breast. She saw Geeta holding her tits in both hands and pressed them. She moved her balls towards each other and against each other taking pleasure in her squeezing action. Tara got excited and did what she saw Geeta doing. She held whatever of her snmall tits and squeezed them delicately. She tried to duplicate what Geeta was doing as Geeta had her eyes closed. Not exactly, Geeta was looking from her closed eyes which she had not closed completely. Tara was on fire that Geeta was sure. Tara pulled her nipples following the lead of Geta. But then she screamed. Tara was so engrossed looking at Geeta that she pulled out more than she could take. But she was enjoying her own breast play. It was making her cunt wet. Geeta was now very horny. She saw the wet patch developing in the white panty of Tara. Geeta said,

"Okay, now for the pussy. Remove your panty, I would remove mine."

Tara slowly removed her panty only after Geeta was completely nude. She was shocked to see a dense growth of pubic hair between Geeta's legs. She observed her developing cunt which clearly showed her pink cunt lips and her asshole. Geeta sat infront of Tara and said,

"You know the girl has a small rod like thing which when fingered gives pleasure. It is called Clitoris."

She pushed her hands between Tara's legs and spread them. Her thighs were so good and delicate. Geeta's hand reached Tara's clitoris after touching her cunt lips. Tara was shocked as she felt crap developing in her belly just at the touch of a hand on her pussy. She was in turmoil as to what she was doing was good or not. But before she could decide on it, Geeta fingered her clitoris. Tara gasped and moaned at the same time. Geeta withdrew her hand and said,

"Now do what I do."

Geeta parted her legs and cleared the pubic hair to expose her cunt. She parted her cunt lips. Tara saw the dark pink fuckhole. She was amazed to see that Geeta's clitoris was much bigger than hers and was standing erect. Geeta held it in between her fingers and squeezed it delicately. Tara did the same. She could not control her emotions and started to shake her body. Geeta took some saliva from her mouth and placed it on her cunt. then with one finger doing the job on the clitoris, she pressed her other finger in her cunt. Tara did the same. When she had just started inserting her finger in her cunt, she experienced a odd very likable feeling and then the crapping feeling increased. She was no knowing what was happening. Geeta saw all the indications that Tara was on the verge of her orgasm. She got between Tara's legs and sucked hard on her cliotris. This was more than Tara could take and the spasms of pleasure overtook her and she raised herself over the bed trying to contain the feeling arising in her belly and passing down her cunt. And then it happened. Tara could feel pure pleasure and electrifying sensation right through her. Geeta took Tara under her and started to lap up whatever the virgin cunt was churning out at her first orgasm. Tara subsided. Geeta was still lapping her cunt opening the cunt lips. Geeta's tongue felt good in her cunt. It was moving in and out and sending good feelings to Tara. Then Geeta straightened.

Geeta smiled at Tara. Geeta said,

"When you were in your ectastic ride, I could not help but taste you down there. You are very good."

Geeta was getting wetter and wetter herself. She suggested,

"Tara would you help me in the similar fashion."

Geeta slept on the bed and spread her legs. Tara was not sure whether she should do this or not but Geeta Aunty was helping her enjoy herself so she had to do something for her in return. Tara stooped between Geeta's spread legs, smelling the hot cunt of a woman for the first time. She was not averse to having to do something with the same sex. She looked closely at Geeta's cunt. The cunt was having red lips and her pee hole was perky little. What Tara could not understand was that Geeta Aunty's asshole was very big. Tara just removed her tongue and touched Geeta's cunt. She withdrew her tongue in and tasted Geeta's juices. It was not bad at all. She sticked her tongue in Geeta's cunt and moved it in and out much like Geeta was doing. Geeta was in heaven. Tara was really a good learner. Geeta said,

"Tara suck on my clitoris baby. Yes... ahah Good"

Tara sucked on her clitoris. Geeta groaned. She was approaching her orgasm very rapidly. Geeta pressed her own tits hard and then she orgasmed. Her juices flowed out at Tara's face. Tara withdrew her face from the cunt. She did not want to taste that in too much quantity. Geeta moaned and sat up. Geeta embraced Tara. She gently placed her lips on Tara's and kissed her. Tara shyed. Geeta said,

"Now you know how to enjoy alone. Try it again after I am gone. Tell me dear, did you enjoy what we did here?"

Tara nodded her head. She sure was waiting for Geeta to leave her alone so she could explore her body to the full extent. As Geeta dressed up and left, Tara closed the door and was fingering her clitoris on the very next minute. She even got her finger upto the knuckle in her cunt. She was getting obstructed by her own virginity to get in more. But doing this she had already orgasmed four before she dressed up to go down for dinner.

Ajay and Jai were already sitting on the dining table chatting with Prakash. Tara sat in front of Prakash and besides Jai. Prakash looked at Tara with lust. She was so beautiful just like her mother. Prakash talked to her about life in general. Geeta served the dinner. Geeta was smiling at Tara who was smiling in return to Geeta. Prakash and Ajay were having a nice time chatting about cricket matches. Jai and Tara were engrossed discussing about the forthcoming Wimbeldon tennis. Geeta cleared the table. Geeta winked at Tara. Tara said,

"Okay everybody, I am going to sleep early today. I am a bit tired."

She wished Good night to everybody. As she moved out of the kitchen, Prakash watched her sway her hips. She was seductive in her normal walk too. Prakash's penis was bulging. Now only if Ajay and Jai moved out then he can move out of his place. Geeta observed Prakash's condition and laughed. She said,

"Okay boys, go to your room and go to sleep. I have prepared your bed already."

Ajay and Jai left saying Goodnight. Geeta smiled and said,

"I think Tara is already in the cupboard. And yes, I had a nice cozy afternoon with her. She is the best."

Prakash said,

"Did you see her walk out from here? She has a wonderful butt."

Geeta went to the bedroom. Prakash was turning off the lights on the ground floor. Geeta knocked at the cupboard and opened it slightly. There was Tara all excited and had her hand in her panty. Geeta smiled. Tara whispered,

"I am excited. Aunty I am very grateful for the tricks which you have taught me."

Geeta quitened her and closed the cupboard. Geeta undressed completely and slept on the bed. Tara could clearly see from the holes in the cupboard the whole bed. Geeta was covering her whole body with the sheet. Prakash came into the room. He was going to switch off the light when he remembered that it was not he and his wife alone today. He went ot the bathroom. After a few minutes he came out with a towel wrapped around him. The towel was showing a big projection. Tara thought of the erections which she had seen in the pants of the eve teaser boys. This was really big. Prakash sat besides Geeta and kissed her lips. He threw aside her sheet. Prakash carressed her tummy saying,

"You know I am sure she would be like you, good looking delicate."

Geeta said,

"No. He would be like you, strong, handsome."

Prakash stood between her wide spread legs and kissed her cunt. Prakash said,

"As the doctor said no straight sex from today, how some tit fucking"

Geeta saw Prakash climb up the bed and sat near stomach. He could not sit on her tummy from the fear of cruching the baby with his weight. He threw aside his towel. Geeta got ready for the ride. In the cupboard, Tara gasped when she saw the penis. It was so big. Atleat 9 inches and very thick. Prakash placed it between Geeta's delicate breast and held them and covered his penis by them. Geeta moaned. Soon Prakash was moving his penis in and out of her cleavage of the breast. Geeta held her tits and provided finger support from the top so that Prakash's prick does not slip out from the top. Prakash had already applied some vaseline on his penis in the bathroom. So he was enjoying optimum friction. Geeta had her tongue out so as Prakash charged in between her breast, the head touched her tongue and she lapped the head nice and fine. Prakash wanted to finish the treat but then he stopped and let go of Geeta. He said,

"Get on your hands and knees. I am going to cornhole you well today."

Geeta stood on her hands and knees, spreading the ass. Prakash held his penis at her asshole. Tara was shocked. She was going to see a couple fucking for the first time. But this was something she had never dreamt. A cock up the ass. Prakash pushed in and he slid in without any effort. Geeta moaned with pleasure. Geeta knew that Prakash was ass freak. He had fucked her asshole more than her cunt. So it was just as usual for her. In fact lately after her pregnancy she had started to like it up her asshole. Prakash had completely in Geeta's asshole. Geeta was swaying as Prakash was riding her at a high speed right at the beginnng. Geeta's breast and her mangalsutra both were hanging and swinging as Prakash drove his penis up his wife's ass. Prakash stooped on her body and held her hanging breast. He pressed them very hard. Geeta would have screamed but she did not want to scare Tara. She just whispered,

"Hum akele nahin hai, meri chusiyon ko itna jorse mat dabavo, mein cheekh paduingi."
(We are not alone, don't squeeze my breast this hard, I will scream)

Prakash held her breast and started to hump her more furiously in the ass. Geeta was now groaning. Tara was sure it was the same sounds which Geeta was making when she was sucking her clitoris. Prakash then still increased his speed holding her waist. Geeta orgasmed and shivered very wildly. Prakash too orgasmed and then he sprayed his manly sperms up Geeta's ass. He withdrew. Prakash took the towel and sat besides Geeta.

"You know Geeta, you have the best ass after Tara. Tara ki gaand to itni achchi hai ki mein mar mar ke thak jaun to bhi mera lend khada ho jayega"
(Tara's ass is so good that evem if I get exhuasted fucking her my penis would stand up anyway)

Tara was shocked to hear this. She was in no frame of mind to think about that big prick any where near her.

Prakash added,

"I would be very gentle with her as she is my niece. I would be very delicate in my approach. Not like I treated you."

Geeta said,

"Tara is a good girl. She would appreciate all the things you would do to her to enjoy the fruits of life."

Tara was shocked. But she heard on,

Prakash said,

"Okay, you talk to her. I am taking a holiday tomorrow. In the morning I would go to her."

Prakash went to the bathroom again. Geeta tossed on her nightgown and opened the cupboard. Tara came out. She took Tara with her and went on to Tara's room. Tara was shivering by what Prakash had said. Geeta calmed her down and said,

"Tara, this is your golden chance. Allow your uncle to teach you. You would enjoy it."

Tara was still undecided as to what to do?? Definitely whatever she had seen between Geeta and Prakash had excited her beyond imagination, but doing it with her uncle Prakash was a different question all together. Geeta kissed her head and left her. Tara was still having images of Prakash ass fucking Geeta. She was excited. She masturbated the whole night.

Geeta entered the bedroom. Prakash was already on the bed naked. He said,

"So what did she say?"

Geeta replied,

"She has not said anything. I think you would have to wait. Maybe I will show here one more scene and then she would run into you without you asking her to have her."

Prakash smiled and kissed Geeta on her lips. They chatted about the day in general and also as to what Geeta felt about the plans for the next day. Geeta was really excited about it. But then the nightly delight of sleep took them in its stride and so the next day it was morning.

Tara was awake upto late in the night masturbating and getting scared about the morning. If Prakash uncle really comes and fucks herwhat would she do? Tara was still sleeping when Geeta entered the room. She slowly massaged Tara's pussy in Tara's panty by raising her night gown. Tara woke up with a shock. She kept her eyes closed wishing that she was only dreaming and this was not for real. But the hand was really touching her in the nost intimate way and she was enjoying it. She slowly opened her eyes to see if Prakash had really come to harass her. But on seeing Geeta's face she was relaxed. Geeta said,

"Prakash uncle had an important call in the morning and so could not come to you. I tell you what, why don't you have a bath. After that we can go shopping and buy a new dress for all of you. I will tell the boys."

Tara was more than happy. So the foursome went to roam in the market looking for nice clothes. Geeta was shocked to see that Ajay was constantly staring at Tara. Geeta was sure that he was not looking at her only from a brotherly point of view, but from the lusty point of view. Jai was not interested in that but yes Geeta had seen her still looking at her pregnant belly with facination. Anyway the shopping went good. Tara bought a new full length dress which was light pink in colour. It was a bit tight and in the trail room in front of Geeta it looked absolutely sexy on Tara. It clearly showed all the assets which Tara had and did not want to reveal. Ajay and Jai as usual selected a jeans and T shirt.

After this exhausting ride in the market in that sroaching heat, the foursome reached the house. After the lunch, Tara went back to her room. She was really tired after the night long masturbation and less sleep. Geeta told the boys to go to their room, to which Jai said,

"Geeta aunty you said you would with our help come to know what is there in your tummy. What happened to that?"

Geeta got excited. She told them to wait for her to reach their room. Geeta went for a bath and perfumed her body in all the places, particularly in between her armpits and the ass. Geeta wore her night gown and did not wear any of her undergarments. She slowly went up the stairs and opened Tara's room. Tara was fast asleep. Now she was in a fix. How can she awaken Tara to watch what was going to happen in the boys room. She decided on some arbitrary plan and kept Tara's room door wide open. She went into the boys room and kept it ajar. When she entered the room, Ajay was shocked to see Geeta in nightgown. His eyes were wide by the sight of her breast and her waist. Jai too was looking at Geeta.

Geeta sat on the bed and said,

"Okay boys the trick is that you have to use your privates on your aunty. Will you help me?"

Ajay and Jai were shocked at this statement. Geeta took this shocked state to approach the boys and started moving her hand on their penis in the pants. Ajay's penis stood up very hard. Even Jai was experiencing the erection. Geeta very adeptly unzipped Ajay's pants. The penis came out. Geeta was glad to find a five incher. She caught hold of it. Ajay gasped and his penis showed precum. Jai undid his pants, not to be left out in the game. Jai presented his four incher. Geeta held it in the other hand. She made them sleep on the bed. She said,

"You boys are handsome down here. Have you ever done to yourself what my hand is doing to you??"

Ajay nodded. Jai said,

"My friend had shown me. And I have also seen Ajay bhai do it looking at Tara."

Ajay lashed out saying,

"No Aunty he is lying about it. I was just adjusting my private so that it would not get noticed while I moved around in the house."

Geeta said,

"But the need to adjust was because you got erection looking at Tara, right?"

Ajay shyed at being caught in his own answer. Jai's penis was sweet small and could not take the fondling which Geeta was giving it. Jai jerked his body and then he encountered the same feeling which he had got used to from a month by using his hand. But getting it done from Geeta aunty was more fun. Jai did not release any sperms, but yes it oozed out some precum. Ajay was moaning as Geeta increased the pace with which she was shaking his shaft up and down. The precum was oozing out. Geeta decided that only if the boys would have spent once, could they hold on for more time to what she was about to make them do. Ajay too orgasmed releasing two spurt of little quantity of sperms. Geeta said loudly,

"Want to see your Aunty without her clothes??"

Ajay was already looking at her breast very hard. Jai nodded. Geeta removed her nightgown and voila, she was standing naked in front of the kids. Ajay's mouth dropped open at the sight of her breast. Oh how good they look. Jai was more interested in the protuding pregnant tummy and more so at the dense growth of pubic hair which was hiding the cunt. Ajay looked at Geeta as she sat on the bed again. Geeta stooped close to Jai and then without any guilt or waiting, kissed Jai's lips hard. Jai could not understand what Geeta Aunty was doing. But he liked it anyway. While Geeta was kissing Jai, Ajay bent sideways and looked at her buttocks. He could clearly see them and also the anus which was so inviting. Ajay's penis stood to attention again. Geeta smiled and looked at Ajay. She was happy to see Ajay's penis already standing. She looked at Jai's privates. Jai's penis was still semi hard. Geeta slept between them and told them,

"Okay, both of you please kiss my breast or whatever place you like, while I get your penises ready for further action."

Ajay did not require second invitation. He cupped both her breast in his hands. He was surprised by the first touch. The breast was soft and delicate. He gently kissed the sides and then gave adequate sucking to the nipples too. Jai was between her legs, trying to solve the mystrey of hairy pubic maze. Whatever he saw in between her legs fascinated him. He first kissed the cunt lips, then the cunt hole, he moved up and kissed her pissing hole and then sucked on her clitoris. Geeta was enjoying this whole exercise tremondously. Unknowingly, Jai had also ventured down and kissed her asshole. Then he moved up again to kiss her pubic hair, her belly and then her tummy. Here Ajay was doing a fine job, pressing her tits nicely. Geeta had Ajay's penis in her hand. Surely the prick was jerking its head up and down on its own accord. This was definite indication of Ajay's excitement. Geeta said,

"So Ajay are you enjoying here. I heard you were complaining to your mother that you don't like here."

Ajay said,

"Geeta Aunty, you never allowed us to play this game with you. And upto last time you were more engrossed in talking to our mother only."

Jai came and sat near Geeta's face and said,

"Aunty, you are beautiful down there."

Geeta saw that even Jai's penis was standing in full glory now. Ajay moved between her legs and had a look. He asked,

"Geeta Aunty can you turn around."

Geeta was more than happy to do so. As she gently slept on her tummy seeing to that she gave no weight on her tummy, Ajay moved his hands on her buttocks. He was spreading them and observing her asshole. Geeta got excited. So now she was ready to make her next move and said,

"Okay, boys here is the plan. My friend had said, that two persons should simultaneously insert their penises in both the hole down here" touuching her cunt and asshole, "and move it in and out. The one who come first decides what is in the tummy. If person in the cunt comes first then it is a daughter or if person in the anus come first then it would be a boy. So Ajay where would you like to put your penis."

Ajay was sure that she was using this trick just to copulate with them, but he was not sure what she was going to do. She was saying as if she was taking both of them together. Ajay shyed and replied,

"I would be happy if you let me put my private in your behind!!"

Geeta was happy to have the bigger one for her ass. She told Jai to lie down on his back. As soon as Jai did, she got hold of his small 4 inch penis and positioned it at her cunt. She sat down, taking the penis up her cunt. The excitement of fucking was very high. Jai felt the most pleasurable thing to have his penis in Geeta Aunty's cunt. The hot tight cunt was like sucking and squeezing his penis. Geeta moved her buttocks up and down a bit to start her cunt fucking. She told Ajay to wait behind her. After a few thrust of her body during which Jai's penis dropped out of her cunt, she got the setting up to what height she could rise without making Jai's penis to completely fall out of her cunt. Then she beckoned Ajay to stick his penis in her asshole. Geeta stooped close to Jai keeping her tummy away from his contact. As Jai was not that tall, his face fell exactly at her breast. Jai sucked at her hanging nipples. Ajay stood behind, parting her ass cheeks. He saw Jai's penis lodged in her cunt. Ajay, pushed his penis at her anus and in excitement he started to thrust in fast. Geeta calmed him by saying,

"Please do it with ease. I am enjoying it."

Ajay was completely inside her ass and his balls touched Jai's penis. Geeta raised her buttocks and moved down. Ajay stood steady. So as Geeta moved up, Jai's penis withdrew a bit and Ajay's penis penetrated her more and she moved down, Ajay's penis withdrew a bit and Jai's got in more. Geeta was moaning loudly as she was having a very nice time getting double penetration. Ajay could not hold any longer. Ajay started moving on his own and was now thrusting in his qunty at his own high pace. Geeta too was helping him by flexing her muscles so that he had a good time riding her ass. Here Jai, could not take any more of this pleasure and then in a very jerking fashion orgasmed. Ajay was now moaning and thrusting hard. Jai's penis slipped out as it shrunk. He got out from under Geeta and stood sideways observing, his brother fucking the anus of their aunty.

Tara had been woken up and had heard strange voices from her brother's room. As she went out to enquire, she was shocked to see from the ajar door, Ajay fucking Geeta aunty's ass like Prakash was doing yesterday. She also saw Jai shaking his small penis. Ajay then orgasmed and stuck to Geeta aunty. Geeta bent and rested her face on the bed and pressed her breast hard. She screamed to her orgasm as she felt a single deep spurt up her anus. Tara was shocked to see all this. Ajay withdrew his limp penis and sat on the bed exhausted. Geeta sat up and said,

"So Jai was first to cum and so I will have a girl child."

Jai and Ajay clapped their hands. Geeta was kaughing when she saw Tara standing by the door. She called her in. Ajay was shocked and was looking for his pants. Even Jai got embraced. Tara saw that Ajay had a bigger penis than Jai and was now getting bigger as he saw her. Geeta looked at the boys and said,

"It is alright. She is your sister. You can be in nude with each other. Also, this game I just taught you can be played. Only that you should stay away from her cunt."

Ajay was shocked but asked,

"Why?"

Geeta said,

"If your potent juices fall in her cunt she could be preganat like me and our society will not let her live with pride with a pregnancy outside marraige."

Ajay then added,

"But can we do what I did to you, i.e. in her behind.??"

Tara smiled and said,

"I know, Ajay bhai you always had that in mind. Even now as you say, I can see your penis becoming big."

Geeta laughed and said,

"Yes, Ajay you can take her in her behind just like you did me, butas I helped you to learn, she would be taught by uncle Prakash. Would it be ok??"

Ajay smiled and said,

"Whatever you say aunty!!"

Tara said,

"Yes, I was undecided upto now, but with the pleasure with which you and Ajay were engaged in it was really something worth feeling. But Uncle has a really big one, it would not hurt right??"

Geeta said,

"Not at all. In fact your uncle would be very delicate and caring."

Jai asked,

"Aunty, if I kiss her between her legs like I did to you would it be okay??"

Geeta nodded saying,

"My dear, usse kahi bhi kiss karle ya chaat le, usse usko aur tujko maaza aayega. Daarne ki koi baat nahin"
(My dear, kiss or lick here anywhere, I would be pleasurable to her as well as you. there is nothing to fear about it)

Geeta got up and wore her nightgown. Even the boys dressed up. They all sat and played monopoly to pass their time. Ajay was constantly watching Tara and even she was excited about him looking at her this way. As Aunty had said all good things in life have to be enjoyed, then why not with your brother. He would be caring as well as always by her side. Even Ajay was sure that he would take care of her sister in all possible ways if she agreed to be her anal mate. Ajay was scared as to what Prakash uncle would do if he came to know what Geeta aunty had done with them. Soon the time passed and then they were sitting for dinner with Prakash now looking at Tara with renewed anxiety. Prakash knew all about it and was approving it in a very friendly manner. Geeta had briefed him about the developements and he was more than happy to know about it. So the plans had really worked out as they had be laid. Now Prakash can have his lay. Tara was blushing at whatever Prakash uncle told her. Even Ajay was smiling when Prakash asked her,

"Tara, you are the most good looking and understanding person amongst all of us."

So the things were set. The boys were to sleep in Geeta's bedroom while Prakash and Tara would be in Tara's room. The boys were happy and set out to go in the bedroom. Geeta told Tara to wear the new dress which they had bought and sit in the bed. Tara shyed and ran up to her room. Prakash kissed Geeta and said,

"You are the most understanding wife which a man can wish for. I am most happy to have you. Darling, in order to reduce the pain which Tara has to bare, please just lubricate my cock a bit."

Geeta fell to her knees. The tent was really big in his pants. Geeta unzipped his pants and his penis jumped out. She delicately held his ball and then used her tongue to lap at the head of Prakash's penis. Prakash moaned with delight. Geeta opened her mouth and took the head in completely and shook his shaft. Then she withdrew and spit some saliva on her hand and massaged his penis on its full lenght. She tickled his penis eye from where the precum was oozing with her tongue. Still further saliva, and Prakash's penis was shining with lubricacy. He kissed Geeta on her lips hard and then proceeded to Tara's room. He did not put his penis in his pants. The hot rampant penis was saluting his head in full glory. He entered the room to find Tara sitting with her face to the wall.

Prakash sat behind her. He was observing her naked back in the dress. The dress had nice low cut on her back. Prakash gently held her by her shoulders. Tara shivered. He kissed her exposed back and moved his hand on the front. He was kissing and sucking her back in the most amorous way. Then he made her stand and turn her face to him. He was still seating on the bed. Tara looked at his erect member and gave a gasp. The penis was dirctly pointing at her. Also she observed that it was shining. He gently brought his lips to her and kissed her lips. Tara blushed. Prakash saw that the dress was really looking nice on Tara and it showed her waist very nicely. He told Tara,

"Raise and hold your dress up to the waist. I would like to see my niece in her birthday suit."

Tara was very excited to deny anything. She raised her pink dress upto her waist. Prakash was excited to see her fair thighs and the black panty. Prakash touched her panty. It was wet. So this indicated that even this kid was going to enjoy what he wanted to enjoy. He raised her dress over her head. He saw her tits and was delighted. He placed her hands on his penis and drew her closer. Tara's hands became wet with Geeta's saliva. She was shocked at the feel of the first penis. It was smooth, hard and slippery. Prakash was squeezing her small delicate tits and sucking on her nipples. This girl, Prakash thought, just 14 and was looking like an apsara (gods courtesan) what would she be at 20, a royal sex bomb.

Prakash kissed her lips and Tara was delighted. Slowly she felt that while Prakash uncle was kissing her, his penis was jerking in her hands. Suddenly, Prakash pulled down her panty. Tara was shocked. She had never been naked in front of a man ever before. She tried to put her hands on her cunt. But before she could do it, Prakash had his hand on her cunt. He took hold of her clitoris and started massaging it. Tara shivered and moaned. She was enjoying this. She held Prakash uncle by his shoulders as Prakash concentrated in kissing her neck and breast. During this his hands had moved to her ass. He was squeezing her globes of ass hard. Tara was moaning. She felt PRakash spread her ass and put a finger at her small asshole. She jumped as Prakash pushed his index finger up her ass. Tara was having a good time. The finger was not moving in smoothly so Prakash withdrew it and put it in Tara's mouth. Tara licked at it forgetting that it had just come out of her ass. She tasted the forbidden place. It was not that bad, as it never struck her anyway. Prakash, now used this wetted finger of his and slid it up her ass. Tara was wriggling her ass, as she was feeling a tickling sensation up her ass. Prakash then decided it was time for her to take him up her rear. He told Tara,

"I am going to insert my penis up your anus. It might pain initially because of my size, but once I get in and start moving it, you would enjoy it more than anything that Geeta has done to you."

Trusting her uncle, Prakash made her sleep on the bed on her right side. He slept with her back facing her. He made her draw her knees to her breast so that he had full access to her cunt as well as her ass. He spread her buttock and placed the head of his penis at her anus. Slowly, he pushed in the anus. Tara was shivering. She felt her ass hole expanding to take the big eigth inch penis of her uncle. Prakash was tactfully pressurising his penis up her ass and also pushing a finger in her cunt. The pleasure of the finger in her cunt was very pleasurable. But as soon as PRakash had the head of his penis lodged in, he took saliva from his mouth and applied on the whole remaining shaft. Then he pushed in. He saw from behind, that Tara's ass was expanding and her muscles were squeezing the penis head very hard. She was tight in her ass. Tara was experiencing the pain. She was groaning. Prakash held her waist and then pushed in hard. He slipped in half. Tara was crying and saying,

"Uncle, it is paining. Please be slow."

Prakash soothed her with kisses on her back still pushing in. He gained almost three fourth of his lenght. The ass walls were very tight. Prakash was moaning at the grip and tightness of Tara's asshole. He held her breast and started slow movement of his penis in her asshole. Tara was feeling blocked, but Prakash was not going to stop. He jerked his penis in and out at a higher pace. Tara was screaming a bit at his thrust as he hit her hard in her anus. Prakash stopped humping her and said,

"Tara relax your anus as if you are going to shit. Don't clench your muscles. It would pain more instead of you enjoying."

Prakash felt himself slipping in with less pressure. Maybe what he said made sense to her. He again started thrusting slowly in her asshole. Tara was now moaning. Prakash treid and now he slipped in completely. Tara gasped. She felt that if her uncle kept on doing this she would definitely land up getting split into two. Prakash again started pushing his finger up her cunt. The pleasure was coupled with the pain in the ass. Prakash was now humping her anus at a higher speed. Tara felt odd. Her aa muscles had now relaxed and now she wanted her uncle to push it in her more. Prakash was withdrawing out till only head was in her anus and then pushing in completely. Even Prakash was shocked that Tara had already got control over her anal muscles. Tara said,

"Prakash Uncle, please push in deeper and harder, I am liking it. Ahhh aahahahahah !!!"

As Prakash started humping her faster and faster. Now Tara was screaming and enjoyinh this anal fucking. Tara was not sure, what was giving her more pleasure, the finger in her cunt or the prick up her anus, but soon she was climbing her point of no return and as the first spasms of orgasm hit her, her ass muscles clenched on Prakash's penis and Prakash who was thrusting in her hard and fast found his penis getting a very high suction pressure drawing his penis in Tara's ass. Even Prakash was a point of orgasm. He increased his pace saying,

"Tara, teri gaand sahi hai. Aaj tak jitno ki maine gaand mari hai usmeinse teri sabse acchi lagi."
(Tara your ass is great. You have the best ass which I have ever fucked from all the one I had before)

Prakash stuck to her ass and then blasted his sperms deep in her anus. Tara screamed in pleasure and then she felt the hot fluid gush into her anus. She was not sure what it was, but definitely, it was creating a great sensation up her ass. Prakash stayed connected to her for sometime. Tara felt Prakash's penis reducing in size in her ass. Prakash kissed her back and neck. Soon his penis was expanding her asshole. Tara was sure that her uncle was having another erection. Prakash said,

"Tara mera lend to teri gaand mein se nickalna nahin chahata. Dekh wohi phirse khada ho gaya aur mujhe kaha raha hai ki waapas Tara ki gaand mar."
(Tara, my dick does not want to leave your asshole. Feel it, it is getting erect saying that I should fuck your ass once more)

Tara laughed and said,

"Prakash uncle, to aur ek baar mardo meri gaand."
(Prakash uncle then take my ass once more)

Prakash was overjoyed. He started humping her from where he had left, only that now he was fucking her ass really hard with all his juices in there to help him lubricate her ass. Tara was moaning and groaning. Now she was sure that her ass getting fucked was the only thing which was giving her pleasure.

So the night was long, with Tara's ass getting a nice fucking from her uncle right upto early morning. Prakash had fucked her ass atleast five times and was now getting up from the bed. He kissed Tara's checks and left her sleeping in the bed. Tara was exhuasted with multiple orgasms all the night. She was fast asleep still fully naked, on her tummy, her ass below the fan, getting cooled. Her ass also had cum on it which had started drying up.

Geeta made the tea for Prakash and asked him,

"So how was Tara?"

Prakash said,

"She was amazing. I fucked her ass the whole night and believe me she orgasmed more than me everytime. She was made with a golden anus. I wanted to fuck her ass once more before coming down but she was sleeping and so I did not want to disturb her. How was your night??"

Geeta smiled and said,

"Well Jai fell asleep after he had my cunt. Ajay was very troublesome, he fucked my ass many times and finally when he was exhausted, he slept besides me with his face buried in my bosom. The whole night, I could feel him suck my tits now and then. It was wonderful."

During this time, Ajay woke up to find Jai sleeping on the other side of the bed. Ajay stood up to find that he was still naked. He decided to go to their room and have a bath. As he reached the second floor, he found Tara's door ajar. Just curiously he opened the door. He wanted to see that his sister was alright with after Prakash uncle had her. He was shocked to find her stark naked on her tummy and sleeping. His penis gave a start and stood up. He sat on her legs and observed her fair ass and her asshole. His sister's asshole looked much much better than Geeta Aunty's. He was no way going to let this chance go. He held his penis and pushed it in his sister Tara's asshole. He kept his hands near her shoulder. He slipped in quite easily. Soon he was humping her asshole at a high speed. The jerking motion and thrust awakened Tara. She felt her anus pulsating with pleasure. She thought that Prakash was at it again. She was about to say when she felt that the penis in her ass was completely inside, but was not reaching the depths which it was last night. Curious she turned her head. She saw, Ajay, hes brother fucking her ass. She was scared at first but his fine thrusts up her loving ass, soon made her forget that he was her brother.

Ajay was enjoying the anal passage of his sister. When she stirred to wake up, he was scared about what she would say, but when she did nothing but allow him to continue, he was more than happy. He increased his pace and said,

"Tara, kya tujhe apni gaand marane mein maza aaraha hai?"
(Tara are you enjoying getting your ass fucked?)

Tara said,

"Yes, infact I am enjoying it more by getting it fucked by you my dear brother. I know you wanted to do it from yesterday. I tell you, I enjoy it more with your handsome cock than that monster of Uncle Prakash. But Prakash uncle was very gentle and caring."

Ajay was still fucking her hard and said,

"Oh!! Tara, I wanted to do this to you not from yesterday but for months. If we had not come to stay at Aunt Geeta's place, we would have never discovered that goods things should be enjoyed. I promise you, I will be caring and gentle and always be your mate forever."

Tara moaned and groaned as Ajay was now pushing in more faster. Then Ajay slept on her kissing her back. Tara said,

"Don't act selfish by fucking my ass only. Press my balls also."

Ajay was more than happy to comply. He squeezed both her breast and then he started to riase and lower his buttocks fucking her ass nicely. Tara was enjoying this immensely. Soon Ajay climaxed and then he withdrew and slept besides Tara. Tara said,

"The holidays are going to be wonderful. But the only problem is that we have only two weeks now before we go back to home. At home, never come near my room. If mother or father sees us doing this or kissing, they will react in god know what way."

Ajay kissed Tara on her lips.

Prakash told Geeta,

"We still have two weeks for which the kids are here. Why not we sleep exactly the same way as we did last night for two weeks.??"

Geeta smiled and said,

"I know you have fallen in love with your niece's ass."

Prakash punned,

"So haven't you with the dicks of our nephews?? Ah!!"

Geeta and Prakash Kissed.

Tara told Ajay,

"Finally we and our big mouth created a big fuss about not liking to stay with Geeta Aunty. Now we have to convince mother that we now enjoy staying with her and to send us in all our holidays to her place alone."

Ajay nodded and smiled.............

THE END

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