Watching Our Sexy Daughter

….”Watch us daddy!”…that’s how it first started. My girlfriend and I wanted my dad and mom to watch us dance. We loved to dance around and watch my mom and dads reaction to us. We had a big living room and we would spin around, do backbends, lift our legs high and do anything sexy to get my their reaction. I told my girlfriend in private, to watch my dad pants and see if he would get an erection, and watch my mom to see if she put her hand between her legs and rub her pussy.

…. It became a game with us to make them aroused. If we didn’t see a bulge forming in his pants, or my mom feel her own tit’s a little, we got bolder until they did. If that meant getting real close to them and touching them on the arms or sitting on their laps for a quick tease, we did it. We got very excited doing this, and we liked the horny feeling we got.

…. After a while my girlfriend and I would do our sleepover and finger ourselves while freshly thinking about seeing my parents get horny. We would whisper how big my dads boner looked and how my mom would squirm as she watched us. We bet we made them so horny he was probably fucking my mom right now. We did this many times but we wanted more now and we got bolder.

…. My mom would just smiled as she got turned on watched us. Mom looked like a perfect copy of me. We were the same size and my tits were growing to be as big as hers. They sat together and she would rub my dads leg and squirm as we danced for them. My girlfriend said she bet we were turning my mom on real good. Now they both would put on their robes when we practiced our dance routines. I loved turning them both on, It turned me on too.

…. It was kinda crazy. The three of us were all sexually attracted to each other, and that was the way it was.

….I acted as sexy as I could just to watch them both get aroused by me. They began to whisper during our dancing and smiled at us.

Mom and dad talked in private….

Dad….“She is so damn sexy I can’t help but get an erection. You can tell she gets excited when I do. She has started rubbing up against me in the kitchen now and I see her rubbing on you too.”

Mom…“Oh yes, she sure has. She rubs her arm against my tits and lightly feels my hips and ass. I get so wet and hot, it‘s so hard not to feel her sexy body in return.

….I fantasize about finding a way to get her in bed right between us. I notice she gets as turned on as we do, she gets wet too, I‘ve seen it. I want to play with her so bad. I’d love to finger her and make her orgasm real good. She keeps checking to see if we are getting turned on, you for an erection and me for my hand between my legs. She keeps getting bolder and bolder, soon I bet she‘ll make a move on us both. She wants some sex play. I can just tell, and I can‘t wait.

…. She’s just as horny as I was at that age. My mom and dad wouldn’t play with me, but I could make my dad get a hardon real easy. He would get red in the face and check to see where mom was. If it was clear, he’d close his eyes and let me rub his hardon for just a few minutes. I think he then went in the bathroom to jack off. I went in my bedroom, locked the door to finger my pussy.

….She’s so ready to do a strip for us, I can see it in her eyes as she wants to take her clothes off and let us look and her fine body. She’s just like me at that age and what I would have wanted to do. Maybe if we start fondling each other she‘ll just join in. All this is making me so damn horny, I just love it!”


…My mom brought home little dance outfits for me to wear. They were very sexy and short. Now that I had gotten tits, she would help me dress. She would adjust and adjust them to get them just right. It felt so good as her fingers touched my tits.

…One outfit they liked was a tiny top, actually to small, and a lot of my tits bulged out around it. It had a very tiny skirt and she got me a tiny thong to go with it. I was almost naked but I felt so free when I danced. Nothing pulling on me when I did my splits and bends. The second time I wore it, they got a big blanked and put over them. I couldn’t see daddy’s boner…but I got something better.

...They were playing with each other under the blanket. I could see their hands move under it and that turned me on a lot. I felt so good feeling that I could turn both my parents on. We all three were getting so turned on .

….I’ll always remember that night.
A lot happened and it still makes me wet thinking about it.

…My girlfriend and I were so hot we fingered ourselves to great orgasms….but…we were still horny though. We snuck out of my bedroom to go listen as my mom and dads bedroom door.

… We heard my mom moaning slightly. We both got tingles in our pussy’s. We knew they were fucking and we could now hear them. We quick went back to my bedroom. My girlfriend ask me if I was wet in my pussy. I said yes, take a look. I pushed the sheet down and raised up my night gown. I open up my legs wide for her to see. Her face went into shock. She asked if she could touch the wetness. I said to go ahead. I felt her finger rub over my wet clit.

…I had never had a girl do that to me before. A moan slipped out as my finger joined hers in feeling my pussy lips. “See how wet it is?” I said quietly. She said hers was even wetter. She slowly took off her panties and lay her hips down beside my face. We were now pussy to pussy. She lifted one leg up and showed me how wet she was and it even had dripped down her leg some.

...Now I got the shock as she fingered her own clit slowly. She and I were slowly fingering me, so I joined her finger in fingering her. Now we were fingering our selves and each other. This was a first for both of us and we were the most turned on we’d ever been. We couldn’t stop and it began to build up in us. We just kept on as we felt a bigger orgasm coming and just let it happen.

...We tried to moan quietly as it hit us. To watch close up a girl orgasm inches from my face make my orgasm the best I ever had. I watched both our fingers rub her pussy. The wetness and the clicking sound was awesome as I watched her pussy drip it’s juice. We wanted more of this and planned our next play session.

…We talked about our urge to lick us down there like the porn we had watched. We decided we would do that, next time. We were both shaking with excitement. The girls in the porn videos moaned beautiful and enjoyed it so much, we wanted to try it. It was so risky and daring, we could hardly wait.

…The next day my girlfriend called and said to meet her at a remote restroom at school. I went in and we checked to make sure no one was in there but us. We went in a stall and locked the door. She whispered that she needed a finger job and lifted up my school uniform skirt. She pulled my panties a side and found my clit. I did the same to her. We closed our eyes and thought about our hot night last night. It was so hot doing this I felt an orgasm coming on fast.

...She did too and we pulled us close together and rubbed or clits. I moaned quietly first as she joined me right away. Our legs shook a little as the great feeling shot through our pussy’s. My pussy felt good all the rest of the day…

…We met many times at that restroom. We stopped wearing panties on the day’s we met and one time she had her ’little friend’ in her pussy. It was a little dildo she hid in her pussy that day. She had one for me too. We worked them in and out of us like a guys boner and rubbed our clits at the same time…it was wonderful and exciting.

….That weekend she couldn’t come over for our ’special’ licking session, and so I did a dance for my parents alone.

… I felt extra horny and started doing a slight strip for them. They whispered to me to keep that up. I teased them and let the tops of my tits show. I loved watching them both get so turned on. I got closer to them and started taking the little dance costume off. I saw lots of movement under their usual robes and blanket. I watched mom’s eyes close and a little moan come from her. I think dad was fingering her. With mom’s eyes closed I leaned over and felt my daddy’s face.

.. He was warm and smiled at me so sexy. I saw the big tent between his legs and I started to really get wet. He took one hand and felt my face softly. I shivered and got a feeling in my pussy. I had never had one of those before. Mom still had her eyes closed and seemed like she was in a fantasy land somewhere. I saw lots of movement between her legs with the blanket moving. I took dad’s hand and move it to my tits. Now his eyes closed. I wanted under that blanket so bad to feel his tenting cock.

…Mom slowly opened her eyes and smiled big it me. She moved the blanket and sat me down between them. I was so out of breath with anticipation as to what was going to happen next. They both cover us all up with the blanket.

… We all had a long talk. They told me how wonderful my dances were and how it make their sex life so hot. My dad still was feeling my tits and now mom joined him. They pulled my tiny top down and both felt me more. Dad said he knew my boyfriend had just move away and I was getting no sex. They wanted me to have sex like them and get the thrills they were. I was getting so wet as they felt my tits and nipples.

…The said they have an idea that can give me some wonderful sex like we have. Come with us into our bedroom and we’ll show you what we mean.

….My heart was beating so fast as we all stood up and they walked me to their bedroom. They left the lights off except for a night light. They both began to undress me, kissing me and my body both. I got new chills and I felt dizzy. We all got naked. I had never seen them naked and my dads big boner was so hot looking. He let me feel it my mom’s tits too. That made me hot I was shaking in my tummy.

….We all got in the bed with me in the middle. My dad said to just relax and enjoy. My mom whispered how beautiful I looked and how sexy my tits were. I lay there just letting them play with me. I had never been this horny and excited in my life all at once. I told them my girlfriend and I fingered each other while we had no boyfriends at this time. They got all excited and want all the details.

...I told them and how exciting is was. All this time they felt my body and kissed my tits and nipples. I had major jitters as their fingers came closer and closer to my pussy. Mom took my hand and placed on dads boner.
…I almost orgasmed as I felt it. She took my other hand and placed it on her wet pussy. I loved the feeling of her wet bush as my pussy quivered inside. Mom whispered that we can do anything we want in here, so feel free to do anything you have an urge to do.

….My list of urges was getting to be a long one by now. I started with dad’s boner. It was bigger than my last boyfriends and I love feeling it. I felt it all over and stroked it. My other hand felt moms pussy and her big clit. I loved rubbing it and making her jump and moan. Both their hands were on my pussy now and they sure knew hot to make me tingle and get very wet.

…My strongest urge was with feeling dad’s hard boner. As a young girl I had gotten a crush on my dad and had wanted him to feel me up and more, but he never did. Now was my chance to satisfy that urge. I got on top of my daddy and put his boner between my wet legs. I clamped my legs together on it. Mom felt us both and she was making us all hot with her feels. Dad’s nice hands felt my back and hips. Mom felt my tits real good and kissed them real hot.

….I thought about my girlfriend and how she would love to be me right now. I thought…maybe someday I let her take my place and they can make her this hot.

…I started sliding down on my dad.

Mom thought…
…There she goes, just what I would do. I wanted to lick and suck my dad’s cock so bad when I was her age, and now I get to watch her do it. While she’s busy down there, I’m putting my pussy up to dad’s face. I’m putting my face close to hers get a close up of her sucking his cock. I want dad to lick me like I had wished my dad would have done to me, so many times. I just knew he jacked off thinking about fucking me, so I timed it so when I was sure he was. I would finger myself to a great orgasm thinking about us fucking together.

Dad was thinking….
…It’s hard to believe she’s doing this. I’ve fucked her mentally while fucking mom, many times. Mom knew I did and acted like her to give me a real hot thrill. Mom fantasized I was her dad, and I was finally fucking her. I whispered and called her by her teenage nick name to make her moan real long. Now I watched our daughter sucking my cock for our first time.

…Oh my…here comes mom’s pussy for me to lick. I must have died and gone to heaven. Mom is so wet and excited, I’ve never seen her clit so sensitive when my tongue touches it. She loves it when I make her cum by sucking and licking on her nice clit. I can’t take much more of this…my balls are so ready to cum…

Daughters thoughts…
…I’m going to give dad the best blow job and feel him cum in my mouth…mom is helping me by feeling all over us both. Dad is mine this time mom, I want it all. I can get almost all of his cock in my mouth...now up and down as I feel his balls. He’s getting ready….he’s moaning…go daddy cum for me…now!

…I felt the first jerking blast fill my mouth. Mom moaned as she must have climaxed as dad licked her clit. Dad kept shooting and moms hips were face fucking dad. I fingered myself and it was a big one. I massaged my G spot as my super orgasm shook me hard. We all three jerked and moaned….oh my god…my first swallow of dads cum. I shook all over as mom took over and now she got her shots of his cum. We were all out of breath and moaning as mom and I licked dad, over and over. Dad just kept making mom jump with his licks to her clit.

….. I could have never ever guessed….. it would be as good at this……

-the end-

How I Spent My Summer Vacation

I couldn't help but push my hips up a little, lifting my ass up off the bed, and hissing as my twenty seven year old aunt began stroking my hard cock.
I had just turned thirteen two months ago, and I had been fantasizing about sex, and masturbating constantly, but I had never imagined that something like this could happen.
“Do you like that Bobby?” she asked coyly. “Does that feel good sweetheart?”
I could only nod dumbly, my mouth hanging open as I panted, and watched my sexy aunt Glenda jacking me off.

It all started the day I got out of school for the summer, and came home to find my parents hovering around the computer, and talking excitedly.
“That's a really great deal.” my dad said.

“For a month cruising around the Caribbean of one of the nicest ships around? That's a great fucking deal.” She insisted, and when I realized what they were talking about I started getting excited too.

“No way!” I blurted out, dropping my book bag on the floor. “We're going on a cruise?”

My parents looked at each other, and an awkward silence descended on us.
Finally my father crossed the room, and placing a hand firmly on my shoulder he said, “Well actually son, your mother, and I are going on a cruise. You get to stay with your aunt Glenda for a month, now doesn't that sound like fun?”

I couldn't believe it.
My jaw dropped open, and I didn't even hear half of what dad was saying as he tried to explain to me that they needed some time alone as a couple, and blah, blah, blah.
The only thing that I could hear was, “You're being left out, tough break kid.”
“I can't believe you guys!” I exclaimed, and ran to my room, slamming my door, and throwing myself onto my bed.
I was so mad that I actually cried into my pillow, punching my bed.
This was such bullshit.

My mother waited a good hour before she knocked on my door calling, “Bobby?”

I wanted to just yell, “GO AWAY!”, but instead I sighed, and said, “Come in.”

She came in, and sat on the edge of my bed.
I was laying on my stomach, and wouldn't even look at her.
She sighed heavily, and said, “I'm sorry honey. I understand why you're angry, but please try to understand where your father, and I are coming from.”
I turned, and glared at her, but she went on. “We haven't gotten to spend a lot of time alone together since you were born, and well, you're becoming a man now, and you need to learn how to get along without us.”
She placed her hand on my back, rubbing me tenderly, and my glare instantly lost a lot of it's venom.
I knew in my heart that mom would never do anything to deliberately hurt me, and maybe I was being a little immature about this, but damn, a cruise really sounded like a lot of fun, and I just hated feeling like a third wheel in their lives.
To her credit mom was not only sensitive to this, but even sympathetic to the point that she said, “If it really bothers you that much we can skip the cruise, and do something together.”

I suddenly felt like a big jerk.
Mom, and dad had always been there for me, and I was acting like a spoiled brat.
As I looked at my mother's face, noting her genuine concern for my feelings, I realized that she was right, I was becoming a man, and maybe it was time I started acting like one.
“I'm sorry mom.” I said, tearing up a little. “You, and dad deserve a break. I'm just being selfish.”

She smiled broadly, leaned over, and kissed me on the cheek saying, “That's my man. I'm really proud of you, and besides I think you'll have fun at aunt Glenda's. She has a pool you know, and she's really looking forward to seeing you.”

I hadn't seen my auntie in five years since she'd moved to another town because of her job.
I used to have the biggest crush on her, and I remembered her doting over me like I was her own child.
She would hug, and kiss on me all the time, and tell me what a handsome boy I was, and in fact I remember her once looking at me, and saying, “Look at those pretty blue eyes. You're gonna be a little lady killer.”
She would always make me blush, and feel embarrassed, but I loved the attention, and I thought my auntie was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
Maybe mom was right, and I would have a good time at aunt Glenda's.
At the time I couldn't even have imagined exactly how good a time I was in for, or I would have been begging to go to aunt Glenda's.

We all spent the next two days packing for our respective trips, and I called Judy to tell her that I wouldn't be around for a month which she wasn't real happy about.
We had been friends since we were kids, but now that we were growing up our relationship had been taking an interesting new turn.
We'd both started to really notice each other, and although we hadn't kissed, or anything yet, we both knew that it was only a matter of time.
The day I was to leave mom called me to the door with, “Judy's here to see you.”

When I got to the door she was wearing a little yellow sun-dress, and she was looking at her feet, seeming really sad.
Suddenly I really didn't want to go.
“So I guess you're gonna be gone for awhile.” she said meekly.

“Only for a month,” I reassured her. “and then I'll be back, and we can spend the rest of the summer together. I promise.”

She smiled shyly, and blushed a little before saying, “Don't forget me.”
Then she quickly stepped up to me, kissed me right on the mouth, turned, and run off giggling.
It really caught me off guard, and as I watched her run down the street I felt more excited, and sad than I think I'd ever felt before.
I wanted to hold her, and kiss her, and there was no way that I would be doing that at aunt Glenda's.
It really made me feel kind of depressed that I wouldn't be able to see her for a whole month, but the die was cast, and I would just have to suck it up, and try to enjoy myself anyway.

It took about two hours to drive to aunt Glenda's, and mom, and I didn't say much all the way there.
I think she knew how much I was going to miss Judy, and it was hard for me not to appreciate what a great mom she was for letting me sulk a little about a separation that seemed like a long time for a thirteen year old.
When we finally pulled into the driveway she turned to me, and said, “Come on Bobby, don't look so glum. You don't want your auntie to think that you're not glad to see her, do you?”
Then she grasped my chin, pointing my face towards hers, and continued with, “Now let's see that smile. You'll see, it won't be so bad.”
I smiled at her weakly, and she said, “That's my boy.” as she opened the car door, exited, walked up to the front door, and rang the bell.
I got my suitcase out of the car, and joined her on the porch just as my aunt opened the door.

“Hey Helen.” she gushed, rushing forward, and embracing my my mom.
They kissed each other on the cheek, and mom said, “High Glenda, how's my favorite sister?” and they both laughed at mom's little joke.
Glenda was her only sister.

“I'm good,” she replied, and then eying me dubiously she asked, “But does your husband know that you're running around with such a hot little stud?”

“High aunt Glenda.” I giggled, my cheeks flushing hot with embarrassment as I suddenly remembered why I'd had such a big crush on her.
Not only was she always building up my self-esteem, but she was drop dead gorgeous, and let's not mince words, she was built like a brick shit house.
Looking at the two of them together it was obvious that they were sisters, and although I could appreciate that my mom was a good looking woman in her own right, my auntie was a knock out.

She was wearing a skimpy little bikini, and as she joked, “Oh my goodness, is that my little Bobby?” releasing my mom, and pulling me toward her. “Give your auntie a hug boy.”
She embraced me, giving me a tight squeeze, and I have to admit that when I felt her full, firm breasts press up against me, I got a half a stock.
She gave me a little peck on the mouth, and said, “Why don't you take your suitcase into the guest bedroom, and change into your swim trunks. We're having a little pool party to welcome you.”
As I picked up my bag, and walked into the house she instructed, “It's the second door on the left sweetie.”

I soon as I got into the room I threw my suit case on the bed, opened it up, and fished out my swim trunks.
The bathroom was right next to me so I dipped in there to change.
As I began stripping I couldn't get aunt Glenda's sexy body out of my head, and by the time I got my clothes off I was standing there with a raging hard on.
There was no way I was walking out to the pool like this so a grasped a hold of my hard shaft, and stated stroking it.
I thought about sucking on my aunts beautiful tits, as she jacked me off, and then I imagined her wrapping her thick, luscious lips around the head of my cock, and sucking me off.
I knew that I shouldn't be thinking about my aunt this way, but she was just so fucking hot that I couldn't help it.
Not wanting to make a mess on the floor, I turned toward the toilet as I muttered to myself, “Oh yes auntie Glenda. Suck my cock.”
I felt my balls draw up, and as my cum began squirting out I imagined pulling out of her mouth, and covering my aunts beautiful face with my spunk.
“Uuuugghh, uuugghh, uuugghh.” grunted quietly to myself as I drained my cock of sperm, the image in my head of auntie Glenda licking my cum from her lips making me have to lean up against the wall for support as my orgasm finished off.

I stood there for I moment, panting a little as my head spun at how intense that had been.
Although I had been jacking off since I was nine, I had only started ejaculating last year, and it really surprised me the first time, but not nearly as surprised as I was right now.
I'd never had an orgasm like this before, and I suddenly wondered what it would be like when I finally had sex.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and my aunt's lilting voice followed, “Are you okay in there bobby honey?”

“Yeah, sure,” I called back, flushing my load down the toilet. “I just had to pee.”

“Well hurry up, and join us at the pool.” she sang sweetly. “Everybody wants to meet you.”

I quickly got my swim trunks on, and by the time I was ready to head out to the pool my dick wasn't hard anymore so I didn't have that to worry about, but who was “everybody” that wanted to meet me?
I got out to the patio where the pool was in the back yard, and my aunt started introducing me to her neighbors with more than a little bit of pride in her voice.
There were a few women, and a couple of men, but mostly kids swimming in the pool.
Apparently there were a lot of families living in aunt Glenda's sub-division, and she had invited some kids my own age over to make me feel more comfortable.
As I met, and chatted a bit with the adults I causally checked out the pool.
There were about ten other kids there, ranging in age from ten to fifteen I found out later, but it didn't take me long to notice that other than two other boys I was it, all the rest of the kids were girls, and not just girls, cute girls.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
Eight girls in bikinis splashing around in the pool, or lounging next to it, some of them even had boobs,
and I don't mean little mosquito bites either, I mean nice sized tits, but even the one's that didn't have breasts to speak of had cute asses, and the all had pretty faces.
Had my aunt done this on purpose? Was she trying to hook me up.
Almost as if to answer my question auntie Glenda said, “I'm sure you don't want to stand here talking to a bunch of boring old adults. Why don't you introduce yourself to the other kids.”

“Okay.” I said, grinning broadly, and heading toward the pool.

My aunt Glenda walked part way with me, leaned down kissed me on the cheek, and then whispered, “Go get 'em tiger.” patting me on the butt.
I looked at her, my jaw dropping a little, and she gave me a wink, before turning around to rejoin her friends.
Right there my auntie Glenda went from really cool to totally awesome!
I mean how many aunts would invite over a bunch of fine girls for their nephew to meet?

They all knew my name already, of course, and they were all really friendly as well.
They had all been living in this neighborhood for a long time, and knew each other well, so being I guy they'd never met before got all the girls interested.
In fact before long they were competing for my attention, and I was loving it.

Auntie Glenda grilled up some hamburgers, and hot-dogs, and laid out some beans, and potato salad, and stuff calling us all over the the big picnic table on her porch with, “Come on kids, I told your parents Id feed you, so eat up.”

The girls almost got into a little scuffle over who was going to sit next to me, and I have to say that I felt like a celebrity, but he older girls let in be known that they were in charge, so I had fifteen year old Trina with the big tits on one side of me, and fourteen year old Chrissy with the fine ass on the other side of me.
They were all trying to get me to make plans with them.
“You want to go ride bikes some time?” one would ask, and then another would pipe up with, “If you want to go to the movies my dad could drive us.”, or “We should go skating some time.”
I could already tell that these girls were going to be keeping me busy, but I wasn't sure which one I should thinking about kissing, maybe none of them, after all I did have Judy waiting for me at home, but on the other hand a lot could happen in a month.
I decided it was best to just go with the Vegas approach.
Whatever happens at aunt Glenda's, stays at aunt Glenda's.

After we ate, and stuff the other kids started heading home two, and three at a time, and each girl made sure that I had her cell number before she left, pretty soon I noticed that there was only one girl left.
She was sitting on the porch swing, her blue eyes shimmering in the twilight under her mop on short, dirty blond hair.
She looked to be about twelve, and her breasts were just starting to bud beneath the thin fabric of her bikini top.
“Don't you have to go home too?” I asked, casually tapping her bare foot with mine.

“No, well, I mean, I just live next door so...” she trailed off, looking down, and blushing a little.
She had caught my eye earlier by being the only girl not fighting for my attention.
I had took that to mean that she wasn't interested, but now I realized that she was just shy, and maybe a little calculating as well.
She must've known that the other girls would be going home before dark, and that she'd have her chance then.
I suddenly felt myself irresistibly drawn to her, so I sat down next to her on the swing, so close that our legs were touching, and I felt a little shiver of electricity run through me as our skin met.

“Charlie? That's your name isn't it?” I asked, attempting to hid my excitement at being so close to such a pretty girl.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, blushing a little redder. “It's short for Charlene.”

I had always been kind of shy around girls, especially girls as pretty as Charlie, but for some reason I suddenly felt bold.
Maybe it was the fact of being out of my element, the effect of having had all those other girls fawn over me, or Charlie's shy manner, but I felt more confident than I ever had as I reached down, and grasped her soft, delicate hand in mine, and said, “Charlene's a pretty name.” then with my other hand I gently guided her chin up so that I could gaze into her deep blue eyes as I said, “It really suits you.”

“Stop,” she giggled, turning her head away. “You're embarrassing me.”
She bit her bottom lip, and as her face flushed hot I could feel my cock swelling in my swim trucks.
She sucked in a sharp breath as I leaned in, and kissed her on the neck, and then she turned her head back to look me in the face, almost pleadingly, and I knew what she wanted.
As my lips touched hers, it was as if she suddenly exploded.
She thrust her tongue into my mouth, and grasped my head, running her fingers through my hair.
I released her hand, and threw my arms around her lithe little body, squeezing her tight as we kissed passionately, our tongues dancing, and playing with each other.
I don't know how long we stayed in this intense lip lock, but by the time I hard a woman's voice call over the fence, “Charlie.” it was dark.
“That's my mom.” she gasped, and then quickly disentangling herself from me she said, “I have to go.”
She run to the back gate, opened it, and then turned, and said, “Glenda let's me swim in her pool whenever I want.” smiling shyly.

“Then I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other.” I shot back, smiling broadly.

“I hope so.” she giggled, and as the gate closed behind her I sighed, thinking about the possibilities that lay ahead.
My lustful reverie was interrupted by the sound of aunt Glenda clearing her throat.
I looked up to see standing at the threshold of the sliding glass door, and my cheeks flushed hot as I wondered how long she had been standing there.

“Come on you little stud muffin,” she said with a knowing smile. “Let's get this mess cleaned up.”

We put the left over food away, and loaded up the dish washer in relative silence, my aunt asking me the occasional question, and me giving brief, polite answers, still feeling a little embarrassed at having been caught kissing Charlie.
Then we settled down to watch a movie, but I found it hard to concentrate on the film's plot.
Not only was I thinking about Charlie, but my aunt was still wearing her bikini, and although she had thrown a light wrap around skirt on, her firm, full breasts were distracting me to no end.

As the end credits rolled aunt Glenda stood up, and said, “I'm going to take a shower.” and headed off to the bathroom.
I took this opportunity to retreat to the guest bed room, stripping off my swim trucks, and slipping under the covers.
I squeezed my hard cock as visions of Charlie, and aunt Glenda danced in my head.
They were so different from each other physically, but I found them to be equally sexy to the point where it was impossible for me to decide which one of them I wanted more.
I started stroking myself as I thought about Charlie's pert little titties, and tight, sweet ass, contrasting them with aunt Glenda's ripe melons, and thick, juicy behind.
Before long I was really jacking my cock off, sliding my hand quickly up, and down my throbbing shaft as I imagined the two of them naked, and licking my stiff penis together, tongue kissing each other with the head of my dick in between them.
Suddenly there was a light rapping at the door, and aunt Glenda called, “Bobby?”

“Yes?” I answered nervously as I stopped stroking my cock, and quickly sat up, making sure that I was covered.

She entered the room wrapped in a towel, and sat on the edge of the bed, asking, “Are you going to sleep already?”

“Um, yeah.” I said nervously. “I'm kind of tired.” I lied, faking a yawn.

She eyed me dubiously, and then without warning she pulled back the blanket to reveal my hand on my hard dick.
“Well,” she said, with a voice full of humor. “I think you're going to have a hard time sleeping with that big fat hard on.”
My mouth dropped open, and as she brushed my hand aside, and began touching my cock, saying, “My how you've grown.” I was dumbfounded.
She wrapped her fingers around my shaft, and, I couldn't help but push my hips up a little, lifting my ass up off the bed, and hissing as my aunt began stroking my hard cock.
“Do you like that Bobby?” she asked coyly. “Does that feel good sweetheart?”
I could only nod dumbly, my mouth hanging open as I panted, and watched my sexy aunt Glenda jacking me off.
Despite all of her playful flirting, and such, I had really not been expecting this, and I wasn't quite sure how to react, my penis suffered from no such doubt however, and it throbbed, leaking precum under her sensual attention.
She stood up, dropping her towel, and revealing her sexy naked body to me, and before I could even think to react to that, she sat back down on the bed, took my shaft in her hand, and then swirled her tongue over the head of my penis before taking it into her mouth, and sucking on it.

I grasped her head with both hands, burying my fingers in her thick, dark hair as I suddenly found my voice.
“Oh god aunt Glenda.” I moaned nervously. “You're sucking my cock.” as I began pushing my hips up to meet her hot, sucking mouth.
At my age any grown woman sucking my cock would have been hot, but the fact that it was my aunt, and knowing how wrong that was, seemed to make it even more intense.

She pulled her mouth off of me with a slurp, and then said with a chuckle, “Well hello Captain Obvious.” and I started to laugh too. It was, after all, kind of a silly, and redundant thing to have said, but then, she opened her hand, pressed her tongue flat against my shaft, licking slowly up to the tip before taking me back into her mouth, and really going to town on me.
So what started as a laugh became me hissing, and moaning.
The sight of my cock repeatedly disappearing into her mouth as she bobbed her head up, and down was almost as amazing as the way it felt.
Her hair was still wet from the shower, and it felt really silky in my hands as I massaged her scalp.
Auntie Glenda had skills, I mean, I'd never had a blow job before, but I couldn't imagine that it could get any better than this.
It was even better than I'd thought it would be, and as she continued to do these incredible things to me with her mouth I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Oh shit! I'm gonna cum.” I cried out, and that just seemed to drive her on.
She was pumping my shaft with her hand, and really sucking me hard.
It was almost as if she were saying, “Yes Bobby, yes! Cum in my mouth.”, and I was more than happy to compile.
As a matter of fact the way she was sucking me off I really didn't have much of a choice at this point.
As her other hand began fondling my balls I felt my cock throb, and I let out a loud grunt, squirting my thick sperm into her mouth.
“Uuughhoo, fuuuck, yeeeaahh,” I panted in ecstasy to the rhythm of my balls draining into aunt Glenda as she sucked, and swallowed my cum down like a real pro.
This was by far the most intense orgasm that I'd ever had in my life, and as it finished off I almost felt like I was dreaming.
I looked down, and met her eyes as she swallowed the last of my seed, and her beautiful face with her mouth suckling the head of my stiff penis was sexier than any porno I'd ever seen.
She pulled her mouth off of me with a slurp, and grinned up at me like the cat that swallowed the canary's cum before she began kissing her way up my chest, whispering, “Mmmm, that was yummy Bobby.”
Then she bit my bottom lip gently, pressing her hot body against me, still pumping the shaft of my cock , and then in the sultriest voice I'd ever heard she said, “Kiss me baby. Kiss me like you kissed Charlie.” and as I felt her soft lips against mine, her tongue probing my mouth, I tilted my head, kissing her back.
It was only my second real kiss ever, and although Charlie had been pretty good at it, she was an armature compared to aunt Glenda.
The way her tongue danced in my mouth, lightly, yet firmly as one hand moved up massaging the back of my neck while the other stroked my cock, her firm tits pressing against my chest was just fantastic.

Despite having just cum I was still hard as a rock, the advantage of being young I guess, but no, it wasn't just that, it was the way that aunt Glenda kissed, and caressed me.
She really made me feel like a man, and soon my hands were roaming all over her body.
Down her smooth, tan back until I had a firm, full ass cheek in each hand.
I gave them a good squeeze, swirling my tongue in her mouth, and she moaned, before breaking from our kiss, and saying, “Ooooo Bobby, you're making me all wet.”
She didn't have to tell me that, I could feel the moister as she rubbed her hot vagina against my leg.
“My pussy needs attention.” She whispered in my ear, and then rolled off of me, spreading her legs, and grasping my hand, guiding it down to her smooth, shaved labia.
It was like a shiver of electricity ran through me as she pushed my finger into wet slit.
It was so hot, and velvety smooth that it made my cock twitch, and my breathing became quick, and shallow.

“Here baby,” she cooed, suddenly lifting my hand up to my mouth, “Taste me.”
Of course I'd seen porn before, and I could certainly smell the musky oder of aunt Glenda's aroused vagina, but I'd never actually tasted a pussy before.
As she popped my finger into my mouth, I sucked her juice off, and it was like nothing I'd ever tasted.
The flavor was somewhat like the scent, musky, and slightly salty, but there was an odd sweetness to it at the same time.
It didn't take me long to conclude that it was the most amazing thing that I'd ever had in my mouth, and I wanted more.

I quickly positioned my self on top of her, and began fondling her full breasts, licking, and sucking on her hard nipples.
She squealed with delight, and then I looked up at her, and panted, “Oh god, I want to lick your pussy so bad.”

She bit her bottom lip, playing coy, and then she said in a breathy voice, “Oh yes Bobby,” burying her hands in my hair, and gently pushing me down. “Eat your auntie's pussy.”

I kissed my way down her tummy, and she spread her legs a little wider until soon I was hovering right above her sweet cunt.
With my face right down between her legs the scent was almost overpowering, and my head was swimming as I ran my tongue through her sweet creamy slit.
I crouched down, resting my forearms on her thighs, and pulling open her thick outer lips, before I started licking her stiff clitoris with a vengeance.
She rolled her hips, moaning, and gasping in surprise.
I whispered a silent thank you to my mom, and dad.

When I was ten my dad had caught me looking at Internet porn, and he'd tried to talk to me about it, but I was far too embarrassed.
“Look son, it's perfectly natural for a boy your age to be curious.” he'd said. “Is there anything that you want to ask me?”
I just shook my head, staring at the floor, and blushing.
There was no way I was talking to my dad about this, it was just too embarrassing.
The next day when I'd gotten home from school I'd found two books laying on my bed.
“The Joy of Sex”, and “The Sensuous Man”.
Needless to say I'd read them both cover to cover, and after that I felt confident that when I did finally have sex, I'd know what I was doing.
Of course I'd never imagined that my first time would be with my aunt Glenda, but I was learning that life was unpredictable.

“Oh god yes bobby!” she exclaimed, as I sucked her clit into my mouth, fucking her hot hole with my thumb. “I'm close baby, I'm close.”
Just knowing that I was about to make her cum was exciting beyond belief, and it set me to the task with renewed vigor so that before long I could feel her flesh quiver beneath me, her hips bucking up to meet my mouth as she screamed, “Yes, yes, oh god, yeeeees!”
I swiftly shifted so that I could rub her stiff clitty with my thumb, while my mouth sucked up the sweet juice she was pumping out of her beautiful pink hole.
I sucked, and swallowed as fast as I could, but she was cumming so hard that it was running down my chin.
Her orgasm finished off wit a loud shuddering moan, and as she lay there panting I continued lapping up her sticky, sweet cum.

Then she pulled my head up, and looking down at me with tears streaming down her face she cried, “Fuck me Bobby. Please baby, I need your cock inside me sweetie.”
How could I say no to that?
So I climbed up to mount her, and she reached down in between us, guiding the tip of my hard fuck muscle to the entrance of her hot pussy, and as I slide into her I thrust my tongue into her mouth, kissing her passionately.
Once I had gotten all the way inside her, and I could feel her sweet pussy squeezing the full length of my cock, I realized that there were tears in my eyes as well.
This was all just so fucking intense, no pun intended, that I was being carried away on a wave of emotion.

She wrapped her legs around me, rolling her hips as she pulled her tongue out of my mouth, and said, “My pussy tastes so good in your mouth baby.” before she began licking her juice off my chin, holding my face in her hands.
I couldn't stop my hips from thrusting, fucking my aunt Glenda to the rhythm of her rolling hips.
“Oh yeah Bobby,” she moaned, cradling my head on her shoulder. “You're such a good boy. Fuck me, fuck your auntie Glenda.”
As sick, and weird as it was, her words just turned me on even more, and before long I was really thrusting into her hard, and fast, our bodies slapping together as I pounded her hot pussy.
I had slid my arms around her, holding her body close, and tight as I fucked her.

It was, by far, the most incredible thing that I'd ever felt in my life.
I had always loved my aunt Glenda, and although I had never had any doubt that she loved me to, now as I felt her hot vagina taking my hard thrusting cock while she moaned, and cooed in my ear, her hands holding my head next to hers, it was like I could feel her love in a way I had never imagined, or even dreamed could be possible.
I was old enough to know that having sex with my mother's sister wasn't just extremely improper, but also illegal as well, and maybe that was part of what made it so hot, however it was more than that.
Knowing that my first time was with someone who really loved me made me feel so lucky, and grateful that I didn't want to just fuck aunt Glenda, I wanted to make love to her.
“I love you aunt Glenda.” I panted, and I genuinely meant it from the bottom of my heart.

“Oh Bobby” she moaned, kissing me all over my face. “I love you too baby.”
I started kissing her face too, and soon our tongues found each other again, and the way we kissed as we held each other tight, our hips grinding together, was like a ballet.
Time seemed to stand still, and I honestly can't say how long our dance went on, but I quickly lost count of the number of orgasms she had.
By the time I was ready to cum again we were both covered in sweat.

“I'm gonna cum.” I called out.

She tightened her grip on me, and panted, “cum inside me baby, cum inside me!”
Once again, how could I refuse?
As I felt my cock begin to throb, I thrust all the way up inside her, moaning loudly, and my cum pumping into her hot pussy.
“OH GOD YES BOBBY!” she screamed, and her wet cunt started flexing rhythmically around my squirting prick, milking me with her orgasm, her hot, sweaty body quivering beneath me.
It was like a light exploded behind my eyes as my sperm exploded into her sweet pussy, and it seemed like in that moment I could taste eternity.
It was the most beautiful thing that I'd ever experienced, and I never wanted it to end, but nothing lasts forever, and as the last of my cum drained into auntie Glenda's pussy I collapsed on top of her, exhausted.

“I love you auntie.” I sighed, resting my head on her chest as she held me tightly with her legs, and arms, her orgasm finishing off with a shudder.
She kissed me on my head, and as our breathing slowly returned to normal, I happier, and more content than I'd ever felt in my young life.
She slowly slid her legs down, wrapping them up in mine as she caressed my body with her hands.
It felt like she was tracing little patterns on my skin, and her soft voice whispered sweet nothings.
The effect of all this in the afterglow of our orgasms it made me feel like gratest lover in the world, and the things auntie Glenda was saying to me only added to that feeling.

“I can't believe that this is your first time Bobby.” she whispered incredulously. “That was so amazing. If I didn't know better, I'd think that you'd been doing this for years.”
I smiled shyly to myself, my cheeks flushing hot as she extolled my skills as a lover, and I supposed that she could feel the heat against her because she looked down at me, and asked, “Are you blushing sweetheart?”
I nuzzled even closer into her perfect breasts, giggling nervously, and she chuckled, “You are blushing. That's just adorable.”
After a moment she suddenly said, “Charlie's a really special girl Bobby, and I think that you can see that.”
I didn't think that I could blush any more than I already was, but I did, and of course aunt Glenda picked up on that because she said, “You don't have to be embarrassed, but she is young, and a virgin too, so you'll have to treat her with a lot of patience, and tenderness. Do you think that you can do that for me honey?”
I nodded my head with a giggle, and she ran her hands up, taking my face in both, lifting my head up, and looking me straight in the eye.
“Now I can help you,” she said seriously.. “But ultimately it's gonna be up to you to make her first time as special as she is.”
I suddenly got kind of choked up, and my chest felt tight.
I felt like I was being charged with some kind of sacred trust, and that I had the responsibility to be the best, most loving person that I could be, but on the other hand I really felt blessed, because with Charlie that wouldn't be hard at all.
I'd only just met her, but I had felt an almost magnetic draw towards her, and sure, I was a horny thirteen year old boy, but I had met a lot of girls that day.
When she'd been sitting there after the rest of them had left, and I'd walked over to her, although I didn't really foresee that we'd be kissing, I did kind of feel like something was gonna happen.
She just had that kind of mojo.
She was so smooth that it was only now that I could see how cleverly, and coyly she'd gotten me alone, and pulled me to her.

Now the thought of sex with Charlie by itself was incredibly exciting, but the fact that I was still up inside my aunt as she basically told me that she going to help me to have sex with Charlie, and really do it right, made it all the more intense, to say the least.
“Ye-yes ma'am.” I stuttered. “I'll do my best,”

She pulled my head in tight against her ample bosoms, and said, “I'm sure that you will sweetie.” kissing the top of my head.
So much had happened that it was hard to believe that this was just my first day here, and as I thought about what was in store for me in the days ahead it was impossible not to shudder with excitement.
I couldn't wait to see what would happen tomorrow.

-the end-

Jeanie’s Big Boy

My name is Jeanie. Some months back, I started my Saturday morning like I start any other normal Saturday. I showered, made coffee, and began my usual chores. I’d gathered the dirty clothes from my room to put in the washer and I was heading to Brian’s room to see if he had any dirty clothes to be washed. This is really where the story starts. I opened Brian’s door and stepped into his room. Brian was lying on his bed with his pajama bottoms pushed down to his knees and he was jerking off.

Let me give you a little background before I go on?
I’m a 34-year-old single mom. I have one son; Brian, he’s seventeen. The last time I saw Brian’s father was the day I told him I was pregnant. He left me standing on my parent’s front porch in tears. I was sixteen. For the last 17 years I’ve been working hard and devoted all my time to raising Brian and putting a roof over our heads. We’ve done OK on our own so far.

I’m a manager in a large upscale clothing store, Brian is doing well in school, and we live in a nice three-bedroom townhouse in a nice neighborhood. I can’t complain. I’ve dated a few guys over the years but I never let anything get serious. Either they weren’t very interesting or I was just afraid of actually letting it get serious. Regardless? It’s just me and Brian and I’m perfectly happy with that.

If I had one complaint, I suppose it would be the lack of intimacy through the years. Like most other woman, I have certain desires. I’m no prude; I’ve had a few one-night-stands over the years?The last one being when I was 30? but found that, all and all, trying to fulfill those desires wasn’t worth the trouble. Blind dates? Bad fix ups?Guys that think they’re God’s gift? It became easier and less stressful to just do it myself.

I have the Inter-Net, a little “Toy”, plenty of batteries, and a very good imagination. I pleasure myself in the privacy of my own room whenever I feel the urge. And for years that’s been enough. Sometimes I daydream about being with this guy or that guy {I wouldn’t mind doing Brad Pit} and maybe doing something a little… I don’t know…out of the ordinary, maybe a little naughty, but when everything is said and done…I’m OK.

Anyway, back to the story? The fact that Brian was jerking off didn’t really shock me too much. I’d pretty much known he’s been jerking off since he was about fourteen. I do the laundry?It wasn’t too hard to figure out. I had nothing against masturbation. I mean, how could I without being a hypocrite? I certainly did it enough.

I’d had “The Talk” with him, telling him what I thought he needed to know at the time and let him be. There were a few times, when he was a little younger that I’d seen him trying to hide an erection and a few times I’d had to knock on the bathroom door to make sure everything was OK cuz he’d been in there for so long. Nothing out of the norm.

Anyway. So him jerking off didn’t really shock me. What actually shocked me was Brian’s erection. When I walked in on him, we both froze. Me standing there at the door staring at my son’s dick… and him laying on his bed with his dick sticking up in the air, staring back at me. It looked like a banana on steroids. His hand was wrapped around the base, half buried in his pubic hair, and there was still quite a bit sticking up past his hand, curving slightly towards him. It was very thick and the head was very red and it looked almost freakishly long on his relatively small frame. Brian’s not a practically big 17 year old kid. He stands no more than 5’6” and weighs in at about 140 lbs.

I later thought that maybe it just looked so big because he was so small.
You might think that I noticed an awful lot in just a quick second but the truth is…I stood there for a good 5 or 6 seconds; glaring. When I finally gathered my wits, I quickly apologized, stepped out, and shut the door. I stood dumbfounded in the hall outside Brian’s door for a few seconds then slowly walked to the laundry room with an arm full of dirty clothes, thinking about what had just happened. Not only what happened?but what didn’t happen too. Brian laid there staring back at me for just as long as I stood in the doorway looking at him. He didn’t let go of himself and he didn’t try to cover himself up. I chalked it up to the fact that he was probably just as caught off guard as I was.

Anyway?
For the next few days it seemed that I couldn’t get the picture of Brian?Well…His dick really?out of my head. Because of that, I suppose I was acting a little “Unusual” in front of him. I guess I was kind of embarrassed that I’d been thinking about my own son’s dick so much.

Normally we joked around and genuinely had a lot of fun together. But know I had a hard time making eye contact and I seemed to keep the conversations kinda short; enough-so that he finally called me on it.
He asked me what was wrong, had he done something to piss me off? I told him ‘No’, naturally. I couldn’t tell him that I couldn’t stop thinking about his dick and that thinking about it made me feel?I don’t know? “Funny”.

I mean…Jesus. It’s not like I wanted to have sex with him?I just thought about his dick a lot. Not necessarily his dick, but maybe one like his. I wondered what sex would be like with a dick that size. {I’m very small and unusually tight. My small vibrator barely fits.} I wondered what a dick that size would feel like in my hand and what it would feel like…inside me. I mean…I would imagine something that big would feel “Different”.

I wondered if something like that would even fit inside someone my size?I’m 5’1” and 105 lbs. ?And if it did fit?Well?I just wondered, that’s all. I thought about that quite a bit in the days after I saw Brian jerking off. I’d like to think wondering something like that isn’t so unusual.

Brian really caught me off guard at dinner a few days later:
“How come you seem so……distant lately?” He asks me.
“Do I?”

“Is this because you caught me the other morning?” He asked. “What are you talking about?”

I acted like I had no idea what he was talking about.
I wondered if this was how he felt when I’d had “The Talk” with him. I was nervous and extremely uncomfortable.

“You know…when you caught me jerking off.” He clarified.
I felt my face flush.
“Brian…” I started. I felt a little itch in my throat. “I…I don’t care if you…do that. We’ve talked about that…All guys do it.”
I tried to me as nonchalant as I could but didn’t feel like I was pulling it off.

“Then why are you acting so strange?” he asked.
I sat at the table there just looking at him for a few long seconds trying to figure out how to answer that. What was I gunna tell him?I thought his dick was really big and couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have something like that inside me? I didn’t think so!

“Well?” He pushed. “Well?I guess? I guess I was just a little surprised when I walked in on you I suppose.”
I shrugged my shoulder and hoped that he would drop it. “…Surprised that I was doing that?”
I shook my head ‘Yes’. “That’s it?”
“Well, yeah. I guess…”
“Mom?” “Well, yeah, I mean…I guess I just didn’t realize that you’re…” I hesitated looking for the right words. “…You know…That you’re not my little boy anymore. You’re growing up and I suppose…I’ve just been feeling kinda…kinda old the last few days I guess.”

Brian smiled at me.
“That’s it?” He says, sitting across the table looking at me like he expected more, but that might have just been me being paranoid, I don’t know.
“Well?Pretty much, yeah.” I answered him.
“You sure?” He tried to pry a little deeper. He was quite persistent.
“Well …” ?I couldn’t believe I was gunna say it? “It just seemed like you’ve gotten kinda…Well…” He sat across from me waiting for me to just say it. “Kinda what Mom?” He urged me on with that silly smile of his. Frustrated, I just blurted it out,
“…Kinda big for your age.”

{He was kinda big for any age, but I didn’t think I needed to say that.}
“Really?” He asked with this shit eating grin. “Ya think?”
I shook my head and rolled my eyes, “I can’t believe I told you that.” I confessed.
“Why, what’s wrong with that?”
“Well, for one thing; that just doesn’t seem like something a mom should be saying to her son…”

He cocked his head and waited for me to go on with that little smirk on his face. He seemed to be enjoying this a great deal.
“And for another thing…I don’t need you strutting around here like some-kinda rooster in the henhouse.”
“What?You think I might get a big head?”
I looked at him over the rim of my ice-tea glass.
“Afraid I might go knocking stuff off the tables?”
“I guess you think you’re pretty funny, huh?”
“Well…Yes…I……I guess I do. At the very least…I’m amusing.” He says to me as his smile grew even wider. And I guess he was?Amusing.
I have to admit, I felt a little funny about kidding around with my son about the size of his penis, but I just shook my head and smiled back regardless.

I think I was a little hesitant to continue the conversation. I was afraid of saying something else that would let him know that I’d been thinking about his unusually big dick. And I didn’t need his smart ass going around knowing that. I’d thought I’d probably already said too much as it was?And I was right.

He seemed to get great pleasure out of teasing me since I’d made it known that I’d noticed his “Package”. He had quite the sense of humor too. I commented on a rip in a pair of his underwear a few days later? “Jeez Mom, ya think I might have to get some special underwear made?” was his response. I just rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, special…” I agreed sarcastically.

I made the mistake of asking him what took so long in the shower a few evenings later? He told me, “…It takes me a little longer…As you know…I have more to wash then most people.”
It was all very amusing but joking around about my son’s dick was weird and it only made me think about it more. Deep down, I wondered if maybe that might’ve been his intent.



We went on with our lives. I thought that maybe a few odd looks might have been exchanged from time to time but that might have just been my imagination. Everything seemed pretty normal…Well…Almost normal. Brian helped me clear the table and do the dishes a lot more than usual. I’d even come home from work a few nights to find the living-room vacuumed and straightened up. One night I’d even come home to find that Brian had cooked a nice dinner for us.

At the end of the night, after we’d watched some TV, Brian kissed me goodnight on my cheek and whispered, “You’re not old, and you look great…” I felt myself blush. “…For an old woman.” He added with his boyish smile. I slapped him on the arm and gave him a little shove towards the steps.
“Go to bed.” I told him.

As the days went on, I thought more and more about what I’d seen that morning and how it had somehow become such a souse of amusement to Brian. Not that I minded. Truth-be-know, I kind of enjoyed his teasing.

Eventually I found myself daydreaming about seeing it again and even let different little scenarios run through my mind: Catching him jerking off again. Walking in on him in the shower. Things like that. I even thought about what it would be like to spy on him; watch him jerk off. I found myself thinking about this stuff almost every night, while I tried to fall asleep. Then, of course, I even started to dream about it.

One night I dreamt I’d just come right out and asked him, “Can I see it?” …and he showed me! ?It was soft but still very long; hanging down between his legs. I watched it grow right in front of me into this monster hard-on. When I woke up from that particular dream, I was extremely wet between my legs and so turned on that I reached into my nightstand and got my vibrator out. I stuck it under the covers, pulled my panties to one side and brought myself to an incredible orgasm as I recalled the dream. The orgasm I had came surprisingly fast and was unusually intense. It was no surprise I found myself looking forward to more dreams.

There was a time I would have thought that was pretty messed up…But now…I found it pretty?Well?Stimulating. I even thought about maybe getting a bigger “Toy” to help satisfy my curiosity.
I didn’t consider anything I was doing, bad or wrong. They were just thoughts and dreams. I was sure that plenty of people had ‘Impure’ thoughts all the time. I mean?It’s not like I was acting on them; trying to do anything with my son.

And then one Sunday morning something happened that changed everything.
I woke up from a dream that should have really disturbed me, but it didn’t. I dreamt that I gave Brian a hand job, got him hard, and then… …let him fuck me. I’d woken up with my finger already inside my coochie and before too long, I’d grabbed my little vibrator, spread my legs and was fucking myself with that toy like crazy. I was in another world when I opened my eyes and saw Brian standing in my doorway.

I hadn’t heard him knock, {If he did} call me or even open the door. I’d just happened to open my eyes…and there he was. I can’t even tell ya how long he was there. I froze; with my legs spread and my dildo still deep inside me. You could have heard a pin drop. As a-matter-of-fact, it was so quiet…you could hear the humming of my vibrator still between my legs.

I watched Brian, not really comprehending, as he walked right up to the foot of my bed. The big tent in the front of his pajamas…registers…but I’m too disorientated to put two and two together. I watched him climb up on the bed without any hesitation, still not believing it. As I watched him crawl towards me on the bed, I laid there dumbfounded, my legs wide open, my vibrator humming away?Unable to respond, thinking surely I must still be dreaming.

He reached between my legs and brushed my hand away from my vibrator. My hand fell away like a weightless feather. He took hold of my “Toy”, moved it in and out one or two times very slowly. I remember thinking ‘What’s he doing?” Then I felt it slide out of my wet pussy but had no idea what happened to it. I’m watching all this like a slow-motion movie, unable to move.

I feel his hands on my thighs and I’m watching him in shock as he slowly lowers his head down between my legs without a word; looking at me as if he’s hoping I won’t stop him.

I’m starting to finally come to my senses and react now. I’m pushing myself back with my hand and feet, scooting my ass back away from Brian; back until I’m up against the headboard. But Brian’s moving right along with me. I can feel his warm breath on the insides of my thighs and then, my mouth drops open, my eyes bulge out of their sockets, everything becomes clear, “Oh-my-god!” I can’t believe it … I feel his mouth on me. “Brian?”

I’m digging my heals into the mattress, pushing with my legs but I can’t go back any further. I’m pushing on his shoulders with my hands but I haven’t any strength. The only thing moving is his mouth.
“Brian?Stop?No!” I’m telling him. It sounds like someone else saying it. There’s no conviction in my voice at all. It’s more of a halfhearted plea than an order; barely a whisper. I may not have even said it out loud.

I can feel his tongue moving inside me, his hot breath as he buries his face between my legs, a gentle vibration as he moans softly into my pussy, and I’m paralyzed. “What are you…You…You can’t Brian…” I’m gasping. “You shouldn’t.” I hear myself say. “You can’t do this…… ……I’m…… …… I’m your mother…” I hear the words but there’s no firmness to them; they’re barely more than a whisper; no potency at all.
It’s like seeing an accident as it happens?You see it…but still you can’t believe it. “Oh my god…” You whisper?But there’s nothing you can do about it?It’s happening.
“You can’t…Shouldn’t…” I hear myself trail off into a shallow sigh; stunned and overwhelmed by what I’m seeing and feeling.

As my words drift away, I’m swallowed up by the moment… I feel like I’ve been trapped inside a shrinking, airless bubble and all of a sudden…it bursts…and I’m free. The actual rush of it is beyond words; I just can’t explain it. I suppose if you jumped out of an airplane without a parachute…It would feel like that.

No one has done this to me in so many years and I can feel my body instantly reacting. I let him spread my legs more. I can feel my hips starting to slowly move in small circles as I look down between my legs. I inhale quickly, deeply…and hold it.
{I remember thinking?“Oh my god! I’m letting him!”} I feel his mouth moving over me, nibbling, softly sucking, and kissing, as I simply stare down at him; unable…or not wanting to stop him now. A finger slides inside me, and I think I’m gunna pass out.
“Brian…You shouldn’t.” I whisper my last feeble attempt to stop this. Then…………I hear myself say; surrendering, giving in to the moment; the way it all feels; the lust…“No one can know we did this Brian.” I whisper.

{To this day, I’m not sure if it was something I said out loud or to myself.}

I watch my own hands slide slowly along Brian’s bare shoulders. They end up with my fingers tangled in his hair. My hips are moving and swaying uncontrollably…and before I know it?I’m moving my ass back and forth on my pillow, and moaning, pushing my coochie up into Brian’s mouth while I hold his head between my legs. No one has ever made me feel quite this way and I can’t find the strength to stop it. I can’t find a reason. I’m not really looking.
“Brian!?!” I cry out as the pleasure ripples through me. “OH GOD!”
When he nibbles and sucks my clit into his mouth…I lose it. I started thrusting my tiny ass, grinding against his mouth, pulling his head deeper between my legs; almost crying from the pleasure as I thrust my head back against the headboard and my pussy explodes. I could feel it quiver and throb, my heart pounded in my chest and I could feel my heartbeat in my swollen clit, thumping like a drum.
“Oh my god Brian!” The feeling was unbelievable.

I’m 34 and had no idea that an orgasm could feel like that. Even more intense than the ones I’d had after dreaming about my son. And to my amazement…as my orgasm finally began to fade, another one?Just as strong? followed right behind it. I was afraid it wouldn’t stop. I was afraid I wasn’t gunna get a breath in.

Multiple orgasms; I’d read about such things. Eventually a smaller, gentler orgasm washed through me like a wave of warm water and my body went limp. There was a tingling in my head as I tried to tell myself to breathe.

I sat there, my back against the headboard with my eyes closed, my legs spread, and my son lying between them lightly kissing my wet pussy. I wait for the shame to take hold; for the humiliation to bare down on me, but instead, I felt only the bliss that comes after a fantastic orgasm and I felt Brian’s mouth still on me, still kissing me and nibbling me.

I was absolutely amazed that my 17-year-old son had made me feel that way.
When I finally opened my eyes and looked down, Brian was looking up at me from between my legs, gently, lightly flicking his tongue over my hard little clit. It felt too good to be so bad. I remember thinking that no one would find out. It’s just the two of us here. No one will know.

I took him by the hands and pulled him up to me. I brought his hands to my shoulders and guided him along until he was kneeling between my legs; the tent in his pajamas directly in front of me. Without saying a word, I tuck my shaky fingers into the waistband of his pajamas and pull down. His long dick springs out, pointing right at me, curving up towards my mouth.
I shivered as I slid my hands around to the back side of his pajama bottoms and slowly pushed them down over his small butt. I watched my fingers trace a slow path along his butt check, around his thighs to his cock. All I can think about as my fingers move over him is getting it inside me. My mouth drops open as my fingers glide over its length and then finally closed around it; amazed at the way it feels; its hardness, its unnatural length. I can’t help but wonder if it will fit. He’s certainly hard enough. Now?It’s just a matter of getting him as wet as I am.

I lowered my head and stretched my neck forward. I closed my eyes and rubbed the soft head of his dick across my lips. Three?four?six times…I’m not sure. I twirled my tongue around it. I’m breathing so hard that I have to breathe through my mouth to get enough air. I’m trying to calm myself somewhat so I can take him in my mouth, but it’s hard.

I kiss it and slide my lips over it; rub it all over my face. When I finally take him in my mouth, it’s like a dream. I suck it slowly, as deep as I can. I tease it with my tongue, lick it, spit on it, and let my hands spread my saliva all over it. I open my eyes when I hear the swishy wet sound my hands are making on him. I look up at him, a bit shamefully perhaps…but not enough to stop. He’s staring down at me like he can’t believe it, and rightly so. Oddly enough, it makes me smile.

“Put it in me Brian, OK?” I whisper shyly.
I’m uncomfortable, but not about what I’m doing with my son. I feel uneasy because of the amount of pleasure I’m actually getting from the act; this act of incest. I want it so badly…my entire body is trembling.

I gently push Brian back, my hand never leaving his hard dick, my body sliding down with his until my head is back on the pillow, and he’s hovering over me; between my legs. I don’t have to say anything. I’m moving my hand slowly back and forth over his cock as I guide it to my pussy. I spread my wet pussy lips apart with my free hand and start teasing my pussy with the soft, spongy, wet tip of his cock. I’m sliding it over my clit, making tiny circles with it, moving my hips slightly; spreading the wetness; lost in the way it feels.
The feeling is amazing as I slowly try to work it in. I’m biting my lip; both of us are staring between my legs, watching what I’m doing with his dick; Brian resting his weight up on his arms looking down and me craning my neck, looking down past my stomach. Our breathing is heavy, anxious. A slow, quiet moan escapes us both as I lift up a tiny bit and, little by little, the plump head of his dick slowly disappears inside me.

Brian’s patient; he doesn’t push; he doesn’t try to hurry me. He lets me do this at my own pace. That alone is a wonderful feeling.
It takes some time but I get more than half of him is inside me. “Push a little.” I tell him. “Easy…” He slowly pushes a little more in.
“That’s it Sweetie.” I whisper my encouragement. “You’re so tight.” He whispers. “You’re so big.” Is all I say.

I let my fingers slide back and forth on him and tell him, “…A little more.” When most of him is in me, I let go of his dick and slide both hands to the back of his upper arms.
“Go slow.” I whisper, and Brian begins to move.

He pulls out a little?Then gently pushes back in, again and again he does this…So gently, so tenderly. I slip his pajama bottoms further down past his butt. I move my hands to his small backside to help him.
We moved like this for what seemed like such a long time; slow, leisurely, fighting the desire to just fuck, as he went deeper and deeper inside me.

{Later, in reflection, I was absolutely amazed at how long Brian held on. It was my understanding that teenage boys weren’t known for their stamina.}

It felt incredible. The fact that it was my son that was doing this to me didn’t take away from the pleasure in the least. If anything, I eventually came too realized, it actually added to the excitement of it, the forbidden lust.
I know I should have stopped it. Hell?I should’ve never let it get that far. But the way it felt was overwhelming… so intense. There was nothing I could compare it to. I had never felt anything like that; the pull; the draw; anything so powerful.

When I felt his whisper of pubic hair touch mine, I wrapped my legs around Brian’s narrow hips and my arms around his neck. He held it there inside me as if he was waiting for approval or some kind of guidance.
“OK Sweetie…” I said as I leaned up into his ear. “Now fuck me.” I whispered unashamed.

Saying the words made my stomach drop and my stretched little pussy twitch.
“I can’t believe I said that.” I whispered to the room.
Brian’s started moving in and out of me very slowly at first. His strokes becoming longer?Much longer?and more forceful as my pussy got more used to his size. Soon we’re moaning and grunting; both of us breathing threw our open mouths. There’s no shame, no inhibitions now; only pleasure and a shared goal? We want to cum.

“Come-on Brian…Fuck me!”
“God Mom…It…It feels so…so good!”
“Ummm…I know Baby…That’s it…That’s it…Do it a little faster Sweetie…Fuck me faster!”
Brian did exactly that. I hadn’t fucked too many guys and Brian fucked me like I had never been fucked before. I held onto him, arms and legs wrapped around him, pulling him down on top of me, grunting into his ear as he brought me closer and closer to another orgasm.

It wasn’t much longer before I was begging him?“Make me cum again Baby! Come-on, Fuck me! Oh Jesus! Fuck me!” I was all but yelling.
“Cum in me!!!” I blurted out and buried my face in the crook of his neck, sucking the flesh of his neck in my mouth to keep from screaming. It would seem that if there had been any reluctance or moral misgivings before…There were certainly none now.

We couldn’t have timed it any better. We both screamed out at the same time? “I’m cumming!!!”
I no sooner heard the words when I felt him shooting inside me; each hard blast as it shot deep into my coochie. My pussy gripped him and squeezed his dick again and again and again as I came hard too.

I reached down and grabbed his tight ass, “Deeper!” I groaned into his neck. “Push it in me! Push it in and hold it there!” I begged as I drew him to me. He lifted up on his arms and pushed into me until my head was against the headboard again. He couldn’t get in any deeper. It took my breath away. I couldn’t breathe, literally.
I felt him throbbing, shooting into me again and again until, finally there was no more. The whole time, my legs, my stomach, and my butt quivered and convulsed uncontrollably, like I’d stuck my finger in a light socket. My mouth hung open but no sound came out.

Brian collapsed on me with a long lung emptying groan. I held onto him. It took a few seconds but I finally began to breathe again. We held onto each other until our breathing had calmed.
“What made you do this?” I finally gasped.
“You did.”
“I mean?What made you climb up on my bed in the first place and…you know.”

All of a sudden I was shy again. I was having a rough time coming right out and saying it.
“You did…Watching you.” He said.
I must have looked confused.
“I stood at the door and watched you with your vibrator.”

Then I asked a stupid question? “Why?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
I shook my head ‘No’, still a little confused. “God Mom, you looked so hot doing that; I couldn’t just walk away. How come you stood in my room for so long looking at me when you walked in on me?” He had me there.
“Well, I guess because I’d never seen a dick as big as yours. You know?Up close and personal, I mean.”
“Well? I’ve never seen anything as hot as what I saw when I walked into your room.”

Even after all we’d done I felt myself blush. “You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you?” He asked.
“About what?” I was hesitant to tell him the things I’d thought about.
“This.” He says and gave a playful little shove with his hips. I bit my bottom lip as his dick pushed into me and the pleasure rippled through me again. Even though it had lost some of its firmness, he still filled me up.
“Well, I suppose I did. But in my defense, you made it kinda hard not to with all your kidding around.”
“But it’s OK, right?”
“Of course it’s OK Sweetie. I like it when you joke around with me.” “I mean this…” He gave me another little shove. “This is OK, right?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer that. Of course it wasn’t…OK. What we did was wrong; very wrong, and in spite of the fact that I did nothing to stop it and……it was unbelievably amazing…I was still his mother.
“Brian, you know this is wrong.” I told him.
I felt like an idiot saying that to him while he lay on top of me with his long dick still inside me. And it didn’t go unnoticed by my son either. He had that shit-eating grin on his face.
“I know…”He said. “…But I notice we’re still laying here like this.” He jerked his hips again.

I dropped my head back on my pillow and let out a deep, submissive sigh. He had me again. I felt his dick move inside me and found it kinda hard to concentrate on the conversation.
“We certainly are. It feels really good.” I told him honestly and moved my hips a little too.
“So then it’s OK?”
I could hear the enthusiasm in his words as he pushed up into me some more. “It’s not OK, but I still want to do it.” I whispered shyly, slid my arms around his back, and pushed up into him.

After a minute or two of slow, playful fucking, I told him to get off. The sparkle in his eyes suddenly faded. “Get off and just roll over.” I explained. “On your back.”
He smiled again and did what I said.
When he was settled on his back, I took his wet, slippery dick in my hand, threw my leg over him, and slowly lowered myself down on his long cock.

“Jesus!” I moaned as I slowly slid down on it inch by inch until he was all the way in again and I was sitting on top of him. I rested my hands, palms down on his chest to steady myself. I gathered what composure I could, before I started to rock my hips back and forth; grinding down on him.

When I felt Brian reach up and start massaging my tits through my T-Shirt, I started to move my hips a little faster. Soon I was lifting up off him, higher and higher, and slowly letting myself back down, over and over again. He seemed to have regained any firmness I’d thought he’d lost. I pushed down on his chest and lifted myself higher off his thighs; somewhat taken back by how high I could lift myself off him without his dick falling out of my snug pussy.
“Holy crap! That feels awesome when you do that.” He groaned.

I liked hearing him say that. Even if it was my son saying it, it was nice to hear, nice to feel wanted; desired. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the attention.
{In hindsight, it made it much easier to accept all this. Up until that time, all I’d been was a store manager and?Although no doubt one without morals?A mom. It felt good to feel like more; like a woman. Even a deprived woman…with questionable values and principles … …It felt good to feel…alive. }

I leaned back, sitting on Brian’s thighs, reached down, pulled my nightshirt up over my head, and dropped it to the floor. Brian’s hands moved right back to my bare breasts. When he squeezed them I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. I began to fuck my son more earnestly as lust, once again, took over.
It was lunch time by the time we rolled out of my bed. I knew two things immediately:
I was gunna have a little trouble walking tomorrow morning.
And I wanted to do this again.

-the end-

That Night

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and any person living or dead is an amazing fucking coincidence. I mean really, I don’t know you or your sister, so how was I to know anything about what the two of you did together? This story depicts incest between consenting adults and probably doesn’t break any law in the world, unless you live in one of those uptight super-religious countries, but then you’d probably be breaking the law just by being on the internet to begin with. So relax and enjoy the story.

(M/F, inc, cons, rom)

My sister and I weren’t really close before we were teenagers. I’m two years older and was always a step ahead in what I was allowed to do. We didn’t fight all that much, we just weren’t really friends. Looking back, I know it was sexual tension. Kayla was always beautiful, always the loveliest girl in my eyes. Slender without being thin, dark skin that bronzed in the summer sun, long brown hair that developed blonde streaks as she grew older. She has amazing eyes, so brown and deep you could wander in them for days.

She was the quiet, intelligent type, even though her beauty made people think otherwise. Still, she wasn’t the buxom, classic beauty that made other girls jealous and had boys lined up to date her. So it happened that, as we grew older, we became more and more each other’s best friend.

I graduated and went off to college. She graduated, then followed me to the same school. Those two years we were there together were a wonderful time. People often mistook us for a couple, the way we’d laugh and hang on each other, the way we were always together. That’s when I really began to feel something special for her.


As teens, Kayla was frequently the star in my masturbation fantasies. I’d ogle her around the house, try to peek on her (I once saw her in bra and panties), and when she wore a bikini…I was doomed. As our friendship grew, I pushed away those feelings of lust, reminding myself how unnatural it was.

Then came Sharon. I met her right out of college. I’d moved into an apartment building near the radio station where I’d landed a job. We hit it off, and though I never told anyone, she was my first steady girlfriend. Romance seemed to flower quickly. Back in college, Kayla also seemed to be moving on, getting a boyfriend. It wasn’t her first, though, as I’d been jealous of many of her dates.

Time passed. Sharon and I moved in together after a year of dating. Kayla graduated that spring and right away moved in with her boyfriend. And we started dating again. We didn’t call it that, but that’s what it was. We’d go to the movies, to shows, out to eat, or even afternoons in the park. Just the two of us.

Jerry, her boyfriend, decided he’d go play poker all night around mid-September. Kayla accepted my invitation to sleep over at my apartment, so she wouldn’t be alone. Sharon was going to one of her activist’s meetings (she was always protesting something) so Kayla and I went to the movies. She picked out Gladiator, and it turned out to be a very momentous choice.

In the movie, Joaquin Phoenix plays the Emperor of Rome who is infatuated with his own sister. All through the movie he kept trying to seduce her, finally blackmailing her into being his lover. Kayla kept casting glances at me, grinning, but it made me uncomfortable. It made me realize how much I desired my own sister. How much I’d fallen in love with her.

On the drive home afterward, Kayla was thoughtful. “Why do you think he was like that?” she asked me, meaning the Emperor in the movie. “I mean, he’s rich and powerful, he could have any woman in the world. Why his own sister?”

I was glad she couldn’t see my face in the darkened car. “Maybe,” I suggested, “he just thought she was the most beautiful and desirable woman he’d ever known. No one else would do.”

“Oh,” she replied, pensive. “I thought it might be because he wanted a child of pure blood or something.”

Shit. I hadn’t thought of that. I’d projected my own feelings into it. I tried to read her expression but couldn’t. I just hoped she didn’t see through my thin answer to my desire beneath.

Back at my place, Sharon was already in bed. I chatted with her as I changed into nightwear. Sharon loved her Valium and was already very woozy. She passed out before I’d left the room. Kayla joined me in the living room wearing the nightgown she’d brought with her. The hem fell only to mid-thing, and it took all my willpower not to ogle her legs. Likewise, the neckline was low cut and sheer, showing my her cleavage. Kayla had very small breasts and they had always turned me on.

“Nice gown,” I commented, unable to resist saying something.

Kayla looked down at herself. “Thanks,” she said. She put her hand on her chest. “Not much to show off, though.”

“You’ve got enough,” I told her.

She glanced at me quickly, then back down, running a hand over her small boobs. “I don’t know,” she said. “They’re so small.”

“I think they’re perfect,” I heard myself say. It was like I’d lost control of my mouth.

“You do?” she asked, a grin appearing on her lips. Her sweet, kissable lips. “That’s so sweet…” I think I blushed, so I turned away quickly and led the way to the sofa.

“Want to watch TV?” I asked over my shoulder.

“Nah,” Kayla replied. “Not in the mood. Why don’t we just talk?” I started to sit down, then I saw my sister sit on the floor, so I joined her down there. That was fine with me. It was a lot easier to glance at her legs this way.

We chatted for awhile, covering topics like our jobs, our relationships (neither of us was very happy, it seemed), and the fact that she had recently had an article published in the New Yorker.

“That reminds me,” I said, reaching beneath the sofa for the item I’d hidden there. “I have something for you. Kind of a reward.” I pulled out a small box and handed it to her.

“What is it?” she asked, her eyes shining. My God, she looked so beautiful right then.

“Open it and see.”

She pried the hinged lid open and gasped when she saw the gold anklet inside. I knew she had an affinity for ankle jewelry.

“Oh, Nick!” she cooed. “It’s beautiful! But why?”

“I told you, a reward for becoming published. Besides, I love you Sis.” I swallowed hard. “You’re my best friend, and I just wanted you to know how special you are to me.”

“That is so sweet,” she said, tears appearing at the corners of her eyes. She gave me a soft, lingering kiss on my cheek. “You’re my best friend, too,” she whispered in my ear. She slid back a notch and handed me the anklet. “Put it on me?” she asked. Then she lifted her leg and planted her petite foot flat on my chest.

I froze.

I felt a sudden rush of excitement. Kayla’s gown had fallen back as her leg came up, exposing her limb all the way up to her panties. I knew in that moment that the rest of my life was going to be agony, that no other woman on Earth could fill my heart like my own, dear sister.

I didn’t try to hide my emotions as I slowly ran my gaze up and down her leg. I held her foot and caressed her calf, then took the anklet from her hand. Kayla seemed a little surprised at my actions, but I was lost. I was consumed by desire. I fastened the jewelry around her delicate ankle, then caressed her leg again. I kissed the top of her foot, stroked her leg, and Kayla did not protest or try to pull away.

When I took her big toe in my mouth, she gasped. I held her foot up and licked her sole, making her moan. Our eyes locked, and I could see the wantonness on her face. I licked my way over her foot and up her calf, her shin, to her knee.

I was closer then, so I leaned to her face. Kayla’s eyes flickered closed as I pressed my lips to hers. She had such soft lips. Her tongue snaked out, and I took it into my mouth. The thrill was nearly overwhelming. I was french-kissing my own very beautiful sister!

I put my hand on her breast, and she jumped. She pulled back a little. “Nick,” she began. I expected protest and didn’t want to hear it. I shushed her, covering her mouth with my fingers, then kissing her again. She let me press her back until she was laying on the floor and I was hovering over her.

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We kissed passionately, giving in to our pent up incestuous lust. My hands roamed her body, and she spread her legs wide for me when I reached for her crotch. Her back arched and she moaned into my mouth as I rubbed her pussy through her panties. I slid my hand in through the waistband, and suddenly I was stroking my sister’s wet cunt.

She clutched at me as I slid a finger into her. She was surprisingly tight, and I imagined what it would feel like to have my cock inside her. I kissed my way down her body quickly. Planting myself between my sister’s spread legs, I pulled aside the crotch of her panties for my first look at her pussy.

It was beautiful, just like the rest of her. She had trimmed her bush into a neat inverted trapezoid, her inner lips peeked out seductively from her hairless vulva, and all her flesh here was a light tan, her natural color. I ran my tongue through her slit. Kayla stiffened and moaned loudly, then slapped her hand over her mouth. I tongue-fucked her pussy, reveling in her musk.

“Nick!” she gasped, her body shuddering. “We can’t do this!”

I looked at her over her flat tummy, my face glistening with her juices. “I’ll stop if you want to,” I told her, wondering if I could. “Just say so. Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.”

She held herself up on her elbows and gazed at me, saying nothing. I smiled broadly and dove back into her pussy. Kayla fell back with a gasp. She lifted her legs, bringing her knees back, toes pointed down my body, and she grasped my head with both hands, pulling my face against her cunt. She was totally opened up to me now. I sucked her pussy, and tongued her clit, and minutes later she had an orgasm.

Kayla’s body tensed. Her toes curled. Her head came off the floor, her face scrunched as her body shook and her woman cum flooded my mouth. I eagerly drank my sister’s cunt juice and lapped at her pussy until she began to calm down.

Quickly, I removed her panties and tossed them aside. She was starting to protest again as I pushed her legs back, my hands behind her thighs, and started french kissing her pussy. Kayla moaned and thrust her hips up at me, grinding her pussy into my mouth.

I was dizzy with disbelief. This was my most erotic fantasy come true! Kayla shuddered as another orgasm swept over her. I rode it out, sucking her pussy, then stood as she calmed. She looked up at me, panting, her feet flat on the floor and legs spread lewdly as I began to strip. I pulled off my shirt, tossed it aside, then shoved my shorts down.

As I stepped out of them, Kayla sat up. When I stood, her eyes were glued to my cock. She reached for it. I shuddered with delight as I watched her delicate hand wrap around my meat. She stroked me a few times, and looked up at me, an expression of amusement on her face.

“I never imagined it would be so big,” she told me. She pulled her legs under her and rose up on her knees, putting her face level with my crotch. “It’s just as lovely as I always thought it would be, though,” she said, letting me know that my sister had also had fantasies about me. I thought I’d die when she opened her mouth and began to suck me. She moaned as if she was tasting something wonderful, and I couldn’t decide what was more thrilling, the sensation of her mouth on my cock or the sight of my gorgeous sister’s face in my crotch. I watched her mesmerized.

She pulled off but continued to jack my cock, now slick with her saliva. “Have you ever cum in a girl’s mouth?” she asked, looking up at me.

I shook my head. “Good,” she said. “I’ll be the first to taste your cum.” I very nearly did cum when she slurped me into her mouth again. She pulled off again. “And yours will be the first cum ever in my mouth. Not this time, though.” She released my cock and grabbed the hem of her gown. She pulled it off in one smooth motion, revealing her wonderful body to my hungry gaze. She was so beautiful I felt I could cry.

Kayla lay back again on the floor. She held her arms out to me. I dropped to my knees between her spread legs and lowered myself on top of her. Her naked tits pressed into my bare chest. We kissed deeply as my cock rubbed against her pussy. It found it’s way to her opening without guidance, as if it had been born knowing the way, like it was coming home.

I pushed into my sister’s pussy slowly but firmly. Her hands clawed my back as I split her lips. She was tight, the tightest I’d ever experienced. She told me later that my cock was easily twice as large as any she’d ever had inside her…or ever would again.

Her pussy was wet and hot, and it engulfed my cock like a glove. I had to work it in, but finally I was buried inside her. We were joined, my sister and I.

My face was inches from hers as I thrust into her. I could taste her breath, see the lust boiling in the depths of her eyes. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around my waist, locking her ankles together. I pulled out until only my head was left inside her, then plunged back in. Her eyes fluttered and she moaned my name.

I fucked her with that same, steady rhythm. Her tight pussy hugged my cock with each thrust, pulling me back in as I withdrew. Kayla shuddered as an orgasm ripped into her. Her pussy clenched my cock like a vise, massaging it fiercely as it pulsated.

“Oh, God!” she gasped. “I love you, Nick! I love you my brother!”

“I love you, Sis!” I moaned back at her. I began fucking her again, nearing my own completion.

“Oh, Nick!” she whispered, squeezing me with her legs. “This is incest, Nick.”

That word, spoken aloud, was incredibly erotic. I groaned and thrust deeply into her. “How does it feel?” she asked.

“Wonderful,” I groaned.

“How does it feel to be fucking your sister?”

I felt my orgasm starting. “I love it!” I said. “I love you, Kayla. I always have.”

“Oh, Nick,” my sister purred. “I’ve always wanted to fuck you Nick. I’ve always wanted to fuck my brother.”

I came then, shooting my cum deep inside her body like a wild cannon. Kayla’s eyes widened as she felt my hot seed pouring into her, and suddenly she was cumming again. Her pussy milked my cock, doubling the power of my orgasm, draining me.

I collapsed on top of her. She hugged me as hard as she could, her body still trembling. I started to move. “Don’t leave me,” she begged. “I want your cock to stay inside me.”

“Okay,” I said and kissed her. We kissed passionately for the next few minutes. Finally, my now limp cock slipped out of her. “It’s okay,” I told her, seeing her sad face. “It’ll be inside you again soon.”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” I told her. “If you’ll let me, I’ll fuck you every day.”

“Oh, Nick,” she sighed. “My wonder big brother. I really do love you, you know.”

“I wish you could be my wife,” I confessed. She was shocked.

“Really?” she asked. “You really love me that way, too?”

“Yes. I think I always have.”

“But it’s incest,” she pointed out. “I’m your sister. You’re my brother.” She grinned even as she said it. “You just fucked your sister.” My cock was stirring at her words.

“And you just fucked your brother,” I countered. She moaned.

“That really turns me on,” she said. “Fuck me again?” She could feel my cock rising, poking her cunt lips.

“Anything you say,” I told her. “I love you…wife…”

“I love you, husband,” she said. “Can we really pretend that? It’s okay with you?”

For an answer, I started pushing my cock back inside my sister’s body. “As far as I’m concerned,” I said to her, inching my hardness into her, “we can live it for real.”

She threw her arms around my neck. “Oh, Nick,” she cooed. “That would make me so happy! I love you, I love you, I love you….Oh!” She squealed as I
plunged into her.

“Make a baby in me,” she said. She looked up at me with those amazing eyes. “Fuck me forever my brother…my husband.”

“Forever, Sis,” I echoed, and began to fuck her with passion. “Forever, wife.”

-the end-