Waterfall

Introduction: After moving home with my family, I go exploring and get caught by my sister.

I was a teenager when my family and I moved house, virtually to the other side of the country. I was not exactly happy with having no say in the matter, but the move came with a promotion for my Dad, so we upped sticks and left the old neighbourhood along with all my friends.

We moved to an area sandwiched between the sea and the mountains, and having moved from the city it was a really strange experience. The beaches were huge and the mountains vast. The valleys were covered in forests, and yet for the first couple of weeks I felt there was nothing for me to do.

I should mention that this all happened at the start of the summer holidays, so I had not even met any new friends. I had investigated the village and the local town, but quickly got bored and pretty much isolated myself in my bedroom playing computer games. Of course I was not the only person with the same problems; my sister pretty much felt the same way and we often griped to each other about our new home.

We were twins and therefore in the same year at school. We had always been good friends and got along well together. We were both slim, with brown hair; hers shoulder length and mine quite short. I think looking back you could say we were both good looking, sporty kids. She had started to ‘developed’ before me and back home had plenty of guys asking her out, although for some reason she always refused.

Anyway, after the initial moving, unpacking, settling in and inspecting our new area, we had both decided that we hated it, and so like I said we spent most of our time in the house. I couldn’t bear to think how I was going to deal with another month of boredom before school started. And so one sunny morning I was sitting on the couch, lazily watching TV with my Mom trying to do the housework. After moving several times so she could go about her work, she seemed to be getting a little irate.

‘Either help me or GO OUT’ she shouted, and given that I hated chores more than anything, I sighed ‘Fine!’, and slammed the door on the way out.

I walked for ages, through the woods, the humidity and heat making the exercise all the more difficult. I guess I had walked maybe three miles when I came across a stream running down a small valley. I splashed some water on my face and followed the stream upwards. Eventually I reached a spot that even I, being a city boy, can only think of as beautiful.

There was a waterfall above a large plunge pool, and a small clearing to the side, allowing the sunlight through to bathe the waterfall in warm light. A rainbow formed in the mist spreading from the falling water, and birds were happily singing. Now I know this sounds a bit hippie, but that really is how it was. I soaked up the scene for a while before sitting down on a large flat rock next to the pool.

Still feeling really hot from the walk, I slipped off my shoes and socks and dipped my feet into the cooling water. I stayed like that for a while, before slipping of my shirt and soaking up the sun for what seemed like an age. Eventually the sun dipped behind the hills and I started to get a bit cold so reluctantly headed home.

When I got back dinner was being cooked and we sat round as a family, and talked about this and that. The conversation soon turned to where I had been that afternoon. Now I don’t know why but I suddenly felt like I didn’t want anyone to know about the spot I had found, so I told them I went for a walk in the woods, without being too precise. After dinner it was back to telly watching and after a couple of hours, bed. That night I dreamed I was at the waterfall, sunbathing and swimming. And I awoke in the morning with a smile on my face.



After breakfast, much to the surprise of Mom, I made some sandwiches and filled a bottle of water.
“Going out somewhere?” she asked cautiously. “Yep, going for another walk” I replied. “Wow, that makes a change, have fun”. I headed for the door, hearing my Mom muttering about “now, if only I could get his sister outa the house too”.

Anyway, I headed back up to the waterfall and soon found myself stretched out on the rock listening to the tumbling water. I could feel the heat of the sun on my face, and getting a bit too warm, I stripped off my shirt. I remember how nice the sun and the slight breeze felt on my skin and without too much thinking I speedily stepped out of my jeans too. As soon as I did that I felt nervous, something in the back of my head made me look around to make sure no one was watching. I put the thought out of my head, telling myself there was no one for miles around. I piled my clothes roughly in a heap.

I lay on that rock in my briefs, and eventually fell asleep. I woke up with a start at the sound of a bird flapping in the branches above me, and as I came to my senses, I realised I was boiling hot. The sound of the tumbling water was so enticing I went for a paddle by the side of the pool. The water pleasantly cooling on my feet. I so much wanted to dive in there and then, but having no trunks with me gave me second thoughts.

I sat back on the rock and before long the heat was once again unbearable. I figured that as no one had come along so far, it was unlikely that they would, so I stood, and quickly slid down my briefs, suddenly feeling a sense of complete freedom. It felt amazing to have the sun kissing every part of my body, even for that brief moment before I took a running jump into the plunge pool.

The water caressed every inch of my body and it felt so different to swimming in trunks, and I stayed in the water a long time before cooling off. I dragged myself back onto the sun baked platform and lay there naked, the water quickly drying and the sun once again warming me.

The sensuality of these new feelings along with my hormones meant that eventually there was a stirring between my legs. Now quite comfortable that there was no one around, I lazily slid my hand down my smooth body until it met my hard cock. I lay there jerking off in the sun and until I came with intensity I have never felt before. I lay there a while my cum splattered across me getting my breath back. Soon the sun went in once again, and I went for a quick dip to clean up.

Dripping wet and not wanting to wait around in the shade to dry, I put on my shoes and walked back through the woods, naked with my clothed bundled under my arm. It was not until I was almost in sight of my house that I finally got dressed.



The same routine followed that evening, dinner, chat, TV, bed. And the next morning, again I surprised my mom by heading out with a packed lunch.

Of course there was only one place I was heading. When I got there I sat for a while, relaxing. I felt even more at ease than the previous day. I slipped off my shoes and then my socks. Feeling in no rush, I tucked my socks into my shoes, before taking off my shirt, folding it neatly and placing it on the ground. I undid my belt, and unzipped my jeans sliding them slowly to the floor, relishing ever moment of this new found freedom. They were folded and added to the pile.

I stood there for a moment in my tight white briefs before reaching both hands inside the waist and slowly slipping them off. My cock once again started to rise and the touch of the wind and I stood there proudly wanting to shout with happiness. I placed my briefs on the pile and jumped into the water. I floated around a while enjoying every moment. Every moment that is until I nearly died from shock at the sound of a voice.

“Hi Bro”. My sister had suddenly appeared, and was stood by the side of the pool.

“Enjoying yourself?” She asked casually.

“Bloody hell Em, you scared the crap outa me!” I exclaimed. Now the shock had subsided the realisation that I was naked was beginning to set in. I swam to the far side, a few metres away hoping that she would not notice and be on her way.

“Mind if I stay a while?” came those dreadful words, as she spread out on the rock ledge. All I could do was stay where I was for as long as possible. I must have been in there ages, and was starting to shiver quite a lot. Em looked like she might have nodded off, and I started to swim back. The sound of splashing however must have woken her.

“You still swimming?” she asked as the turned to me, and not waiting for an answer said "are you not cold?” By then I must have been almost blue but managed to say “no, I’m fine” trying to sound casual.

“She lazily dipped her hand in the water, and said “you’ve been in for almost twenty minutes, you must be freezing! C’mon get out and warm up” I was about to shout something to reassure her I was ok but at that moment she must have notices my briefs on top of the rest of my clothes, and suddenly it dawned on her.

“Oh my god, are you naked?” she quizzed. “You are!” and burst out laughing.

“Well it’s not like I expected anyone else to be here” I replied angrily. “And yes I AM freezing thanks to you”.

“Thanks to me?” she retorted, “well I’m not the one swimming butt naked”

“Yeah, but I can’t exactly get out with you there” I said.

“I won’t look, seriously, c’mon” She answered.

“Alright, but look away” I ordered and she turned so her back was towards me. I made for the rock close to my clothes and heaved myself out of the water and just as I got out Em turned around laughing.

“Stop looking!” I shouted, as I spun around half deciding whether to jump back in or not. My hands covering my privates and with my bum facing my sister, I looked back at her over my shoulder.

“nope, its funny came the reply”

“Please Em, throw my clothes over” I pleaded.

“Not a chance” she replied “besides you look too cute naked”

“Em, Pleeese?” I begged, slowly backing towards my clothes. As I was moving I caught a mischievous look in Em’s eye, and knowing that I was trying to manoeuvre myself to my clothes and not exactly being able to move fast, she darted towards them, gathered them up shoving them into my back swung herself into the branch of a tree overhanging the pool. Of course there was absolutely nothing I could do to follow her that would not involve exposing myself so I just stood there pleading while she laughed.

“aww come on Em, It’s not funny”

“Oh yes it is” she was almost crying with laughter “besides you’re cold and soaking, you can have them once you have dried out in the sun”. Admitting defeat and with no other option I went and laid down on the rocky platform on my belly, glowing red from not only the sun.

Eventually I was dry and warm, my sister still laughing to herself, cracking jokes “like it’s not only the cheeks on your face that are blushing”. “Em, for god’s sake can I have my clothes back now” I demanded.

“Oh ok, if you must” she said starting to move down the branch. She got about half way before losing balance. She dropped my bag, which started to float off down the stream, and as I was about to make a grab for it a huge splash as my sister screamed and hit the water. She surfaced coughing and spluttering. My eyes darted back and forth from my sister to my bag which was rapidly vanishing down the valley, but Em really looked in trouble, and instinct took over and I dived in after her. I grabbed her hand with her still sputtering and splashing about and dragged her to the edge of the pool, before heaving her back onto the rock.

We both collapsed in a soggy heap. “Are you ok” I asked, worried that she might have hurt herself but my question was answered with laughter. I realised that I had been conned. Angrily I shouted at her “you lost my clothes!”

She managed to stifle her laughter and replied “we will find them down stream, don’t worry” I sat with my back to her and my knees against my chest.

“I thought you were really drowning” I shouted,

“aww, sorry bro, just wanted to see what you would do, and thanks for saving me” she said and put her hands round me for a hug. I angrily shrugged her off, and carried on sitting in silence.



I could hear my sister moving about behind me, while I was wondering how to get my clothes back and then suddenly with a wet flop a fresh pile of soggy clothes landed on the rock in front of me.

“Hey bro” Em said

“What?” I spat in reply,

“Turn around” and I looked back over my shoulder to see my sister stood in her underwear, bra and boy shorts.

“What are you doing?” I spluttered at the sight of my sister half naked.

“Well me and my clothes need to dry now, and I feel really guilty too” she replied looking at the floor. “I got to see you naked; I suppose it’s only fair I do the same”.

And with that she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders to the ground and the slid her panties off. She stood there as naked as me and I could not help but stare at her incredible body.

Now it was her turn to be embarrassed. “You can close your mouth if you want” she said. My jaw had dropped at the sight of her, and not knowing what else to say, I just nodded in agreement. She calmly sat down on the rock next to me and again put her arm around me.

“Forgive me now?” she asked.

“Umm, I guess” I stammered and suddenly felt the tension dissolve and we both started laughing together.

“It really was funny seeing you naked like that” she said, “sorry though”.

“Don’t worry sis, we’re both in the same boat now” and be laughed again.

With her arm around my shoulders she went to lie back taking me down with her and there we stayed a while stark naked basking in the sun together. After a while she propped herself up on her elbow facing me. I went to move my hand to cover myself again but she grabbed my wrist and yanked it back to my side.

“You have a great body” she said, running her eyes over me.

“umm..... Thanks” I said starting to blush again under her gaze. “You too” I replied not knowing what else to say.



The lent over me with her arm on my chest and gave me a kiss on the cheek before laying back down, her arm still draped across me, sighing happily. She started to run her hand across my chest and arms, and her touch sent a shiver down my spine. She continued moving her hand down to my belly, and I started to feel my cock harden. Guessing she was not thinking about what she was doing, I moved to roll over to hide my growing boner, but once aging she held me there.

“Umm Em, I need to move” I said, starting to worry about that she might notice what was happening.

“Why, you look so good as you are” she replied and her hand moved lower.

“Really Em, I should.....I mean I’m....”

“I know.... getting a hard-on” She said, and with that her hand moved down my belly, and straight to my cock, her hand wrapping around it. I froze at the feeling of someone touching me like that for the first time. My sister’s hand gently rubbing my erection. She put her head on my chest and watched what she was doing.

She started to build up pace, and soon my hips were bucking in time with her hand. Suddenly she stopped and in an instant she straddled my hips. Her hand guiding my cock to her pussy. She rubbed it up and down twice before lining it up with her entrance. She started to lower herself onto me and soon I was deep inside her.

She seemed to lose all self control and just rode me hard with her fingers digging into my sides. The feel of her tight pussy was too much to bear and with her growing cries of ecstasy I thrust harder into her.
Virtually together we each moaned “I Cumming” and as I felt my cum surging to my cock she finally came, and fluids ran down her legs as I shot my hot load deep into her. She collapsed onto me breathing deeply. I stayed inside her for as long as I could before pulling out as he moaned. We stayed like that for some time before she rolled off me.

“You wanna clean up?” she asked, and with that we both leapt into the pool where we hugged, kissed and touched each other all over, her playfully grabbing my cock and pinching my bum, and me tweaking her nipples, and sliding fingers into her pussy. By the time we got out I was hard again, and expected the same thing to happen.

Instead, Em said “time to go” and having notices my disappointed expression, said “don’t worry, I don’t want to wear you out.....just yet” and with a wink started getting dressed.



Of course I still needed to find my clothes so we set off following the stream. Em would keep touching me and at one point gripped my cock and guided me along like a dog on a lead. Just as soon as my hardon would vanish she would do something else.

This went on for a while before Em saw my bag floating in a small pool. She ran to get it, and as I caught up with her he once again grabbed my dick and gave it a few shakes. Catching me off guard she shoved my backwards so I tripped and fell and ran off with my bag. As quickly as I could I followed and eventually caught up to her where your back yard meets the woods
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She handed me the bag and smiling over her shoulder walked into the house. After I got dressed, I too went inside, to be greeted my Mom.

“You’re soaked! what happened?”

“He fell in the river” Said Em before I could reply.

“Well at least the two of you had some fun together, be more careful next time”

“We will be sure too Mom” said Em as she followed me out of the room “next time can’t come soon enough “she whispered in my ear.

End of Part 1

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-

Sara and her Lesbian Mom

When Sara came to visit he knew what he was going to do. Sara hated her mom for divorcing him and living with a woman.

"Are you going to help me unpack daddy?"

"What's the hurry, we've got a whole month to do it"

"You're lazy" she laughed.

John got off the couch and helped his daughter put her clothes in the closet. Then he kissed her and said.

"I'm glad you are here, I've missed you"

I've missed you too daddy"

"How do you like your new school?"

"It's alright I guess, but I miss my old one"

"Do you have a boyfriend yet?"

"Daddy, I'm only thirteen" she giggled.

"That's old enough"

"There is a boy I like, he ask if he could take me to a movie"

"Why don't you go out with him?"

"Mom said I was too young"

"Your mom is a lesbian"

"I know, but I can't do anything about it" she sighed.

That night he jacked off thinking about Sara and what he wanted to do to her. Then he went to sleep. The next morning when he fixed breakfast he thought Sara was still sleeping. He went to her room and found her with her legs spread and playing with her pussy.

"Oh my god!" said the embarrassed girl.

"It's alright honey, I know girls masturbate" he laughed.

"You do?"

"I do it myself, would you like to watch me?"

He was surprised when his daughter said yes. John unzipped his pants and banged his meat in front of the fascinated girl. When he emptied his balls he moved closer to the bed and covered her with sperm.

"Kiss me daddy and tell me you love me" begged the girl.

"Will you let me fuck you?"

"Yes" she whispered.

John took his clothes off and got in bed with his daughter. He sucked her small breasts and finger fucked her pussy. He kissed Sara and told her he loved her. She spread her legs and he rammed his prick in her wet hole.

"Ohhhhhhmmmmm" she cried.

John knew the girl was on the verge of having her first climax so he pushed his prick up her hole as deep as he could.

"Jeeesssus dadeeeee"

John filled his little girl's pussy with sperm and rested.

"Can you do it again?"

"We've got a month to make love to each other" said John.

"I wish I could live with you"

That night they slept together. The next morning he called his ex-wife and threatened to expose her lesbian relationship so he could have a new custody hearing. She told him to keep the brat. John opened a bottle of whiskey to celebrate and ask Sara if she wanted a drink.

"Mom wouldn't approve"

"Your mother doesn't have anything to say about your upbringing now"

"Do you like to fuck drunk girls?" she ask.

"Yes" replied John.

He poured a glass of whiskey for Sara and told her to drink it. She swallowed it she gagged and said.

"That stuff is nasty!"

"Drink some more and when you get drunk I will eat your pussy"

"You're as nasty as this whiskey is" she giggled.

It didn't take long for his daughter to get drunk. When she tried to get up she fell on the floor.

"Do you want help?"

"I have to go to the bathroom and pee"

"Do it honey, I want to watch"

John watched his helpless daughter pee her panties"

"Oh my god" giggled the girl.

"Do you want me to lick the pee off your cunt"

She pulled her wet panties off and spread her legs for her father. He ate her wet cunt until he decided to fuck her. When John poked his prick in her hole she peed again. That made him so excited he fucked her like a wild animal and made her climax. When he filled her with sperm she said.

"I wish mom and her lover could watch me fuck"

"Those lesbians would probably want to lick your cunt" he laughed.

"I would love that" she giggled.

"Do you want me to call them?"

"Yes"

John called Doris and Jenny and told them what he had been doing with his daughter. Then he said Sara wanted to have sex with them. They said that they would be there as soon as they could. When they arrived Sara was sitting on the couch naked and playing with her clit. The women undressed and kissed each other.

"Do you want her first?" ask Doris.

"You're her mom, you should eat her pussy before I do"

"Have you ever fucked a man Jenny" ask John.

"I had sex with my father and three brothers until I discovered women"

"Would you mind if I fucked you?"

"No, I want you too"

John looked at the fat woman's huge tits. She was about six feet tall and had red hair.

"Let's go to my bedroom so Sara and her mom can make love"

When they were in his bedroom Jenny lay on the bed and spread her legs. John mounted her and pushed his prick in her wet hairy hole. Jenny went wild when he fucked her. She cried out with organism so loud you could hear it all over the house. Doris heard Jenny and said.

"That slut is having fun"

"So am I mom, lick my asshole this time"

When Doris stuck her tongue in her daughters she made her climax.

"Now it's my turn mom, let me do you"

Mother and daughter slept together that night, In the morning Doris had a talk with her ex-husband. She ask if she and Jenny could stay so she could be with her daughter. He said it was alright with him because Jenny was the best piece of ass he ever had.

The End

Sexual Odyssey

Part 1

Today is my 32nd birthday. Sitting here on a beach chaise next to the pool, I am holding the diary I've kept since I was 16. My entries are limited to my numerous and varied sexual encounters. One day I may have my adventures published-- anonymously, of course. But right now, let me share a few of the more memorable ones with you.

I went to camp that summer as I'd done for the past eight years. This year, though, I was a camp counselor with my own small cabin. Our adult camp advisor drove me pretty hard during the day. She implied that just because I was pretty and well-off didn't mean that I could get by without doing my job. I wasn't well-off. My mother was a widow and my grandmother provided the money for camp this year as she has for the last four. So what if I'm tall, curly blonde, blue-eyed and gorgeous to some people. I have values just like anyone else. The work ethic was instilled in me. My mother taught me well. But nothing I did was ever quite right for her. When I was called in for an incident over which I had no control, I decided to pack it in and quit after one month.

That night, in bed, I cried myself to sleep. The little girls that I worked with were wonderful and I would miss them. I awoke later that night to a hand over my mouth followed by a hand on my breast that eventually moved beneath my thin gown. When I saw who it was, I was not afraid, just surprised. It was my adult advisor with lust in her eyes. Her own seven year old daughter was in the group of girls that I supervised! Without saying a word, she removed my gown, then dropped her robe. She was a tall woman of about 30, pretty with short, black hair and hazel eyes. She spread my legs, slowly rubbed my pussy, then went down on me. I let her eat her fill of me as I came, stuffing my gown in my mouth ti stifle my screams of joy. When she finally came up for air, she eased her pussy on mine, entwined our legs, locked our mouths and screwed me.

The next morning I went to her office and withdrew my resignation. She smiled knowingly. She took me again that night and almost every other night thereafter until the season ended two months later. Oh, she still downed me verbally in front of the others counselors, but at night, in my darkened cabin, she ate all those mean words right out of my pussy and literally kissed my ass. Her sighs of pleasure or grunts of lust were the only sounds I ever heard as she fucked me. I learned a lot about my own pussy that summer--how it responds so much better to a touch other than my own, the joy it gave to her as she sucked it--and a lot about giving pleasure. Yes, I ate her pussy many of those nights while she ate mine. I've never told another living soul about this, but my pussy remembers.

Part 2

Two months later my mom married a modestly wealthy man she met on a Caribbean cruise last year. She and I moved into his spacious home after the honeymoon. His son and I took and instant dislike to each other. He was 17 and I was 16.

One Saturday morning three months later, I was lying on my bed reading a magazine. My door was open and I could hear Billy moving around in his room down the hall. Our parents had left early to hunt for antiques. Billy sounded restless, but that was not my problem. Ten minutes later I glanced up to see Billy standing in my doorway, naked, with the biggest and only dick I had ever seen.

"Gee, Bill," I said "Do you know you're naked?"

"I wanted to show you this, sister dear," he said, pointing to the boner. "I have an idea I'd like to run by you."

"What could you have to say or do that would possibly interest me?" I peeked at his hard-on again.

"What say you and I fool around a little. It's not like we're real sister and brother. I've been having these dreams about fucking you. You're making me mess up a lot of sheets."

"I'm not making you do anything, you lecherous boy." But maybe I was. I was always half naked around the house. Like now, I was wearing a tight tank t-shirt, bikini panties and no bra. With my bedroom door open! Was I sending a subliminal message to Billy?

"Look, Kirs, it's just that my hormones are raging and you're here and so fucking cute and sexy. Who in his right mind wouldn't want to fuck you? I have condoms--lots of them. We could learn how to do it with each other. Would you do it, Kirsten? I swear I'm about to burst."

"Well, Billy, even though I don't like you all that much, I have had a few dreams about you, too. You know my mom and your dad can never find out, don't you?" Just like they can never know about my camp experience. I thought about the woman eating me and got wet.

"Yes. Yes, Kirs," he said, his dick leading him into the room. I was pulling off my tee shirt and panties.

Not able to hold himself back any longer, my step-brother held his dick and rubbed it over my already wet pussy lips. He already had a condom in is hand, certain of this conquest. He rolled it onto his rock-hard, young dick and began to push in slowly. He got half way in before my hymen stopped him.

"Just do it, Billy. Break the damn thing and fuck me." Billy pushed, it popped and he started pumping in earnest. Billy was like an automaton as he jack-hammered into me. He bellowed loudly as he came hard a few minutes later. Billy's pumping in me felt really good, but I didn't come with him. He pulled out and rubbed my clit. Now this was something I knew about. I thought about her doing this to me as I came.

Luckily, our parents were antique freaks. We were able to go at it the following Saturday. As I watched them pulling out of the drive, Billy was already standing in my room naked, dick sheathed. I took off my robe, lay down on the unmade bed, legs spread wide and said, "Come get your kitty, Bill."

Billy surprised me when he didn't just dive right into me. He took the time to actually kiss me deeply and suck my titties while he rubbed my clit and eased his fingers into me, bringing me to orgasm. Billy rose, poised himself over me, then plunged in hard and deep. I came again on impact. Then I lay back, screwing my ass, letting Billy take his due. He was not a "few minutes man" today. He had a more control and used it to lengthen his fucking. When he was about to cum, he would pull out completely and kiss me deeply while he waited. He did this so many times, but each time he plunged back into me, it was like we were just starting out. When Billy finally came, it was nothing less than monumental. He took me three more times before our parents returned in the late afternoon. Billy promised that we would learn to suck each other next time.

Next time came when they went to a dinner party in the middle of the week. We were a little awkward at first, but we learned quickly as we ate each other to orgasm. Having had my pussy eaten many times, I knew what my pleasure would be like when Billy's mouth found me. With time to spare before they returned, Billy said he'd like to try one more thing. Did Billy's thing ever get soft? I don't think so. Boys that age think with their dicks. He put me on all fours to take me from behind. He slid his dick easily into my already wet pussy as I pushed my ass back to him. He pulled back too far, then slipped out. When he attempted to re-enter, his dick missed its mark and was pushing at my asshole. Now that felt good!

"Billy, put it in my ass. Pull my cheeks open and stuff it in!" I said excitedly.

This was merely another challenge for my wonder-dick brother--one that made him even harder. He slowly pushed steel into my tight asshole until the shaft was buried to the hilt. Billy started shaking from side to side moving his dick in my ass. I was so filled up, my asshole was hurting and so heavy as I squeezed him. Billy plunged his dick in and out of my hole non-stop. We came together after--me for the third time, him the first--he pushed me down on the bed, dick still screwing in my ass. No matter what other fucking I would do in life, I decided then and there, that if I was to be penetrated by a man, my ass would be the primary hole.

Billy and I mainly ass-fucked whenever we got the chance for the next year until he went off to college. We were both experts by the time he left.

Part 3

I left home for college a year later after a fantastic summer of "camp counseling." Luckily, I did not have to live in a dormitory. I was able to rent a small cottage on the property of a young university couple. They were both assistant professors at the university and lived a mere mile away. They invited me over for a drink a few days after I moved in. They were your typical preppy, movers and shakers type. He was darkly handsome and she a pale red-head--a nice looking couple. After a few drinks, they informed me that many girls had looked at the apartment, but they saw something in me that they liked over the others.

"What is that, Mrs. Giroir?" I asked.

"Well," she said, looking at her husband, "we wanted someone with whom we could form a bond--a sexual bond." "In other words, a third fuck partner. And I look like the kind of person who would do something like that?" "We don't mean to offend. We just thought..." "You thought right, Mrs. Giroir. I would be delighted. I've had both sexes and enjoy them both."

"John, this is so exciting, isn't it," she turned to her husband, touching his arm. "Wonderful, darling," he said eyeing me. "Wonderful. When can we do this? Tonight? I'm certainly ready." "Tonight is fine with me. I just happen to be a little bit horny," I said unbuttoning my blouse, revealing a lace push-up bra. She was licking her lips at the sight. "Kirsten, we each like to watch as the other fucks. The three of us will rarely be in bed together." "No problem. Who's fucking now and who's watching?" I asked, smiling, as I continued undressing. "Are we doing it here?" "Honey, it's been such a long time since you've had any pussy. You go first," the husband acquiesced. "I'll wait my turn watching you." "Kirsten, let's go to our bedroom," she said loosening her clothing. Her husband followed us into the mirrored room. Mrs. Giroir was insatiable as she kissed me, ate me and screwed me over and over. She said that it would not be necessary for me to suck her. Her husband could do that just fine later. The feel of female flesh and the taste, texture and smell of pussy were what turned her on. As I came on Mrs. Giroir's tongue again, I glanced in a mirror at Mr. Giroir sitting in a chair nearby rubbing a massive hard-on. I intended to have that thing up my ass tonight!

An exhausted Mrs. Giroir got hers but good, pulled away and sat in her husband's chair to watch him get his. He positioned me on all fours at the foot of the bed. Without preliminaries, he pushed his dick in my pussy and started humping. He got a nice rhythm going, pushing his 8-inch dick in me. "Can you take me in your ass, Kirsten?"

"Oh, yes, please, Mr. Giroir," I screamed. This was even better I thought. "Put it in now, please." Mr. Giroir, John, staked out my asshole as his territory. In superb control of his dick, he plunged, plundered, pounded his 8-inch dick in my ass like the expert he was. I knew I was home as he took me. In their mirrors, I could see his sweating and gleaming body beating at mine. In another mirror I could see his wife and hear her oohing and aahing at his strokes as she rubbed her slit. When John pulled me up by my shoulders as he continued to screw me, it was almost the same as when my step-brother did it. I lost it then-completely. I started cumming--long hard spasms, contracting against his dick as he rubbed me slowly.

"You like this, don't you, kitten? Listen at yourself purr. I felt you cumming. Now I'm about to cum. Sqeeze me as I cum, kitten." With that, John let loose, practically roaring as he gave me his load. He probably had as much cum as a 17-year old Billy.

I left them in bed and let myself out. This was the scenario, more or less, once a week, sometimes more, for the next four years. We each got what we wanted. Anne satisfied her taste for pussy and John, I'm sure, was sometimes fucking some man in his mind as he used my body. No problem. Everyone is a latent homosexual. Getting and getting the pleasures we crave is what's most important.

Part 4

I was not theirs exclusively. Once a week was hardly enough for me. A week ago, a group from my Psychology class went to a little off-campus soul food restaurant. The owner was a big-boned and heavy-breasted black woman. She was not overweight, just robust and healthy looking. Her brownish-black hair was pulled tightly from her light brown face in a french twist. The face was lightly made-up and lovely. I could barely keep my eyes off her as she roamed around the room making sure her diners were happy. Purposely, I let my address book slide from my purse underneath the table so that I would have an excuse to go back later.

She called me at closing time to report finding the book. I went right over to collect it. "Thanks so much for calling me. You know my name is Kirsten. And you are?"

"Matty, honey. Short for Mathilda. Don't you just hate the name Mathilda? I'm only 38, but it sounds like I should be 70." After stopping for breath, Matty smiled and said, "Kirsten, girl, are you in the life? I sure hope you are. I just love eating skinny white girls."

"Well, Matty, I swing both ways. And I'm very attracted to you."

"Good, sugar. Let me just lock up. There's a small bedroom and bath upstairs. Go on up and get comfortable."

Whatever she had in mind, I was hot and I was game. I was removing my clothing, the little I was wearing, when she came in. She stopped to watch then began removing hers. She was a magnificient specimen of womanhood. He breasts were big but not sagging, the stomach flat, the hips broad but shapely. I knew I could lose myself on that. She stretched out on the bed, gathered up her breasts together and said, "Come to mama, Kirsten."

Hot, I rushed to her, straddled her body and brought my pussy to the tits she held. I let it slide all over those long, hard nipples and accumulated flesh. I worked my self into a frenzy as I manuevered my pussy on her.

"That's real sweet, honey. I've never had that done before. You're make Matty cum doing that, honey," she moaned as I screwed her breasts, feeling her nipples poking at my hole. "I want you to cum on them. Screw them harder, honey. They won't break. Cum on mama's titties, sugar."

A few more turns of my ass and thrusts of my pussy, she had her wish, complete with the day's supply of pussy juice. "Matty, eat me now," I pleaded as I moved my pussy to her face. There is something to be said for being big. This big woman had a long, thick tongue and knew how to use it. She sucked, licked, jammed her tongue in me. I rode that erect tongue like I would a dick, screaming, cumming the whole time as I fucked it.

There was also the sorority sister selling magazine subscriptions. She had parked her sales book on top of my things when we were in the restroom at the library. I was flipping through her book when she came out of the stall. We struck up a conversation and I invited her back to my place for an explanation of her products. My mom and step-dad recently sent me my usual and very generous allowance to spend as I wished. I was not into sororities--I was too busy satisfying other needs--but I knew they provided services to the community. Needless to say, something sparked between us. In practically no time at all, that soror had me on my hands and knees, begging for mercy, as she, armed with her strap-on dick, put a fucking in my ass the likes of which I'd never had from a woman.

Part 5

Of course, I had many other little episodes along the way during my four years. There was the big guy from a cattle ranch in Oklahoma. No problem getting old Hoss to take my ass! He was right back on the farm as he humped me all night.

I reminded a lonely dark-haired Wisconsin beauty named Sarah of her lover who had graduated and married. In her dorm room, she cried as she ate my pussy repeatedly, mumbling her lover's name. It sounded like Beth.

Then there was the delicate young Chinese woman from the laundry where I took my clothes. Mai-Lin brought my clothes one Saturday morning just as I was getting out of the shower. I opened the door clothed only in a towel. There was still water in my ears, but I heard when she said, "Mai-Lin lika you, pretty lady. Mai-Lin, she sucka your pussy good. You want?" Well, I dropped my towel and pulled her in. She stripped quickly as she followed me to the bedroom. When I lay back on the bed, Mai-Lin, small as a girl, climbed all over me, rubbing and sighing. She was true to her word as I came many times in that tiny mouth.

Through all of this fucking, I was still on the Dean's List. I was also on his wife, sucking her pussy in the upstairs bathroom of their home when I was invited to an Honors Tea. I tried to get him too, but he didn't want to do it in my ass. His married son, a headmaster at a boys' school, did just fine in his place.

Part 6

My looks and brains paid off for me. I got a job as a local television reporter, then two years later was given my own local talk show which really took off. You would think I'd be tired of so much sex by now. NOT! As it turns out sex and the show were tied together. I found that I was at my absolute best when I was fucked just before I went on. My assistant, an ambitious young black lady, was secretly providing pussy at that time. My, but that girl had the longest clit! But my needs got greater. I wanted to be fucked in the ass before I went on, too. The answer to my prayer came in the form of Juan, a handsome 20-year old studio worker/exchange student from South America. I accidently got a glimpse of his tool when I walked in on him using my bathroom.

"I'm sorry Miss Kirsten. I did not know you were in the studio."

"That's ok, Juan. My, you have a large..." I said pointing to his dick. It was at least 10 inches and slightly hard. "Juan, have you ever put your penis into a woman's ass?"

"Many times, Miss Kirsten. The women at home, they like it best. Good pleasure, no babies."

"I like it best, too, Juan. Would you consider doing it with me every day before I go on the air?"

"I would be honored to be of assistance to you, Miss Kirsten, " he said, bowing.

"Good. Good. Tomorrow in my dressing room at 1 p.m. Don't be late."

Juan was there and hard as a rock at 12:45. We lubed up and he went in. Lord, did he go in! I'd never had a dick as long or as round in my ass before. I was in hog heaven as his young body worked me over. I was cumming before I knew I was cumming. Juan kept battering and ramming, pulling my cheeks apart, jamming his thing in my ass. When I begged him to stop after I'd cum so much, he let loose with a load the likes of which I'd never seen before in one condom. Juan apologized, thinking he took me too roughly. He said he hadn't had any since he left home three months ago. "You'll always have ass here, Juan, if I'm around. You'll be one of my assistants. I want you here everyday at one doing what you did today."

Juan was pretty much faithful to his duties. When he could not get there on time, one of my new female assistants serviced me. I believe they were all a little afraid if me because when I fucked one of them, it was wild and hard. That's just who I am. I overheard one girl remark that she was sore three days after I fucked her. I was brilliant the day I dragged myself away from her pussy. Juan finished graduate school and moved away the year my show went off the air.

Part 7

That same year, I met, fell in love with and married a banker six years my senior. I was 30. My husband loved to fuck in my ass, but I had to give in occasionally and let him have some pussy. No problem. I didn't mind doing it because I did nothing else except spend his money. When we traveled outside the country, my husband indulged me and arranged for some discreet little threesomes with beautiful women. Our travel agent knew just what he wanted. When he opened our hotel door to a tall, blonde, blue-eyed "tour guide" in Sweden, he was taken aback because Inga looked so much like me. He was on fire as he walked around the room, watching me from every angle, as I fucked my double. He had to wait his turn.

In Paris, a sweet little Colette modeled lingerie in the hotel room. The girl spouted her lust in her native tongue as I tore her brief panties to get at her pussy. As I ate her, my husband eased his dick into my ass. When Colette wrote us later and asked for help to come to America, my husband used his connections to get her a job at a fashion house. Whenever he was away on business trips, he allowed me have Colette, who was lesbian, over for some fun, but only after all the servants were dismissed. I had some great times in the rooms of my large house with that hot-blooded 19-year old girl and the "toys" she brought with her.

Part 8

My husband just called to say that he'd sent a car to the airport to pick up one my birthday gifts. After drinks and dinner, the three of us--he, Inga(my gift)and I--would be driving up to the cabin in the mountains for the weekend. On the drive up, in our partitioned limousine, my husband and I got an early start on Inga. She loved having the two of us kiss her and feel her up in the back of the car. I got to fuck her first. It was MY birthday, after all! A good time is sure to be had by all.

-the end-

Ass Servants

This is all fiction. It never happened and never will. It involves consenting sex between adults and relations.

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I had been married for over a year to a beautiful blonde named Jeri, when her parents needed a place to stay while they were in transition to a new home out of state. After many arguments and reservations, I consented to the temporary hell, hoping the time living with my in-laws would go quickly and painlessly.

Jeri was excited. She had often told me how much she missed living "at home" and welcomed this rare opportunity as a way to recapture her lost contentment. Biting my tongue, I accepted the situation, worried that I would lose my wife to my in-laws. I helped them move one weekend; it took a week to organize; and we were all settled in a short time. My father-in-law, Ron, graciously treated me to expensive beer, and my mother-in-law, Gracie, cooked us all the most fabulous meals. I was beginning to like our new house members.

But after a month or so, the typical in-law bitchiness kicked in. Gracie kept ordering Jeri around and forcing her "two cents" in on anything I said or did. Don't get me wrong, I liked my in-laws. But I didn't like living with them. Tensions grew.

"I want them gone soon, Jeri," I said one night.

"Don't worry about it, Sam. Just a few more weeks. I'm sick of you critisizing my mother, you know!"

"But she can be a real bitch, Jeri!"

"Screw off!"

I let it go.

The next evening, Jeri and her parents were watching TV downstairs, and I decided to retreat upstairs for some peace and quiet...and a much-needed beat-off session. Since Ron and Gracie moved in my sex life was shit. I made sure to keep the bedroom door parted, so I could hear if anyone was coming up the steps. Jeri would have killed me if she caught me masturbating, especially while her beloved parents were in the house. I pulled my pants down and started by bunching my balls up in my hand. Slowly I became erect. I could hear Jeri and her mother laughing downstairs, so I began to imagine Jeri taking off her clothes in front of her parents. That would be so hot. I pictured my wife dancing naked before the TV, so her parents could see her tight ass. Then I fantasized about her mother dropping to her knees and crawling toward her daughter with an open mouth, her tongue reaching out. By now I was beating myself really hard, my balls bouncing rapidly. I hardly noticed that someone was climbing the stairs! I quickly covered myself with a nearby blanket and turned off the lamp so I could see who it was through the crack in the door.

It was my mother-in-law, Gracie. "Goodnight!" she called.

"Night, mom!"

"Goodnight, dear!"

She was going to bed. I watched her nice chunky ass as she went toward the spare room. I had always sneaked glances at my mother-in-law's body...her meaty breasts and ass. I had always wanted to just slam her down and fuck her, especially when she was being such a bitch.

I moved closer to the door in hopes of catching a peek. Sure enough, she was undressing! She thought I was asleep in bed! And to top it off, she was wearing sexy thong underwear! When she bent over to take off her socks, her white ass spread to reveal her pink asshole. I wanted to lick that hole. I wanted to ram my nose into it and slurp the day's sweat from her crack.

I reached down and began to pump my cock as she slipped out of the thong, now completely nude, her breasts flopping. She was very similar to my wife, but fuller. She had a mole on her left buttock that drove me nuts. I wanted to bite it. I wanted to smash my face into her huge bush. Gracie stood upright and stretched her body. Then she looked directly in my direction! I realized that the light from her room was on my face! She saw me! I didn't even have time to hide my cock and balls!

My mother-in-law waved for me to come into her room. Without a thought, I obeyed eagerly. I heard Jeri and her dad laughing downstairs and that turned me on even more. While my wife and father-in-law watched TV, I was sneaking into my mother-in- law's bedroom. As soon as I got there, I pushed her onto the bed, ass up, grabbing her hair in my fist. "You dirty little boy," she grunted, raising her white ass to my face, offering her spread-open asshole for tasting. I buried my face between her buttocks. Her crack stunk of sweat. She hadn't showered since that morning, and had been working with Jeri in the garden. I welcomed the stink, lapping her ass with my tongue, frenching the underside of her hairy pussy. She had a stronger scent than her daughter, older. But I loved it! My mother-in-law moaned into the mattress, so only I could hear her pleasure.

"Like that ass?" she taunted. "Like the taste of my smelly asshole?"

I nodded, flipping her over. She spread her legs and her pussy. "Do what you want with me, Sam. You've fucked my daughter. I want to know what she's getting in that slutty little body of hers." She touched my penis.

I gritted my teeth and whispered, "You're an old whore, you know that? An old whore." I lifted her left leg so I could see that contrasting mole on her ass. I spanked it. I leaned down and bit it hard. Gracie squeeled. "What are you, ma?"

"I'm a dirty whore, Sam. An old whore. I'm a slave to your cock. My body belongs to my daughter's husband. Fuck it, Sam. Fuck your ma! Fuck me." I couldn't restrain myself anymore. I swatted her tits with my hand and drove my dick into her pussy, slamming hard. She bit into my neck and moaned into my chest.

"Take it, you filthy slut," I muttered. "I can smell your rank ass from here, you whore."

"Uh, uh, uh...my ass stinks," said my mother-in-law. "It stinks because I'm a filthy slut...a filthy slut...uh, uh."

By now I had forgotten that this was a very risky thing to be doing while my wife and her father were just downstairs. The last thing I needed was a confrontation with my hefty father-in-law. He'd easily kick my ass. And Jeri. I kept slamming Gracie, though, unable to stop. Then she panted in my ear, "I want you to get Jeri! Call her up here.uh, uh, uh.now." Was she crazy? Her own daughter? Did she want me killed?

"No way," I said, stopping. I felt her hands clench my ass, her fingers sinking into my asshole, playing around.

"Yesss. Yesss. Hurry. Call her up here, Sam. I want her to see me like this! I want her to see how I've stolen her husband!"

I felt helpless. The surrender to my mother-in-law was wonderful, so why not call Jeri up there? If she couldn't give me sex, then her mother could, right? That would teach her a lesson! I slipped out of Gracie and went to the top of the steps. "Jeri, can you come up here, honey?"

"For what, Sam?"

"I need to talk to you. It's important."

"Be right up!"

Gracie hurried and got on all fours, facing the hallway. "Fuck me from behind, Sam!" she ordered. "I want this to be the first thing she sees!" I mounted her and started banging. I heard Jeri coming upstairs. I turned to see her enter the room. She was shocked. "Sam! Mom! Oh my...what the...?"

"Uh, uh, uh, uh..." Her mother reached back and held my thighs as I ploughed her. My balls slapped her sticky skin. My asshole was open wide for my wife to see.

"Shut up, Jeri and fuck your husband." My wife stood there, speechless. I could tell she was resisting, but something dirty clicked in her mind. She approached us. Her mother moaned into the mattress. I spanked her over and over on that tantalizing mole.

"Touch me, Jeri," I said, gasping. "Touch my balls. Touch my balls."

As if in a trance, my wife reached over and cupped my soaked balls. She squeezed them and I grunted like a pig. Jeri was getting horny against her will. "Lick them, Jeri. Lick them."

Her mother came up for air and said, "Fuck him, honey."

Jeri knelt down and lapped at my bouncing sack, sucking the sweat and her mother's pussy and ass juice from them. "Augh, Sam! They smell!" she said.

"That's your mother," I said. "That's your mother's dirty asshole on my balls." Jeri kept sucking them, learning to savor the smell and taste. Soon she was plunging her face into both my balls and her mother's clit, moaning and panting like an animal. Her mother felt her daughter's tongue.

"Uh, uh,...that's it, honey. Uh, uh, uh...Serve my pussy, you little slut. Serve it. Serve it. Sam, move away and let her serve my stinking ass!" I pulled out and watched Jeri obey. She lay back on the bed and let her mother squat over her face.

"Mom, mom...this is...this is...wrong, isn't it?" Gracie smiled at me and lowered her ass onto my wife's face. "Shut the fuck up and serve my ass, you whore." My wife's face was muffled by her mother's luscious ass. I watched her nose sniff in the sweaty stink as she tongued the crack and bit her buttocks like a cannibal. She was gagging on her mother's pubic hair and loving it!

"Uh, uh, uh.that's it, you bitch! Serve me! Serve my stinky asshole! Serve that shitty fucking asshole, you slut!" Gracie moved her hips so she was slding her ass all over her daughter's face, suffocating her with her ass cheeks.

"Mmmrrph!" cried Jeri.

"What?" Gracie asked, lifting up.

"Please, mom! Please do something to my pussy! I can't stand it anymore! Please!" Gracie sat on Jeri's face again and ignored her. "Don't you ask me to serve you, you slut," she said.

I was about to explode, so I went to the bed. "What do you want, Sam?" Gracie asked. Before I could answer, she got off of my wife's face. Jeri lay there as if she was drunk. Her eyes were wide and glassy as she stared at her naked mother. Her face was soaked and filmy. I could tell that she needed fucked really bad. I leaned over to enter her open pussy. "Not so fast, Sam," said my mother-in-law. "I want you both to serve me now." She got on all fours again and spread her ass. I looked at my wife. She nodded, robotically, as if hypnotized. She was a slave to her mother's ass.

We both zeroed in on the ass-crack. At first we went about it slowly. But a frenzy overtook us and we were slurping away at that smelly hole, tongues clashing, licking the juice off of each other's faces, grunting like pigs. Our identities were lost in my mother-in- laws smelly ass. We forgot that we were even husband and wife and that Gracie was Jeri's mom and my in-law. All we wanted was more and more of that stinky meal. We wanted to serve and be slaves together. We gave in to the authority of that ass. It was an idol that we were ordered to give pleasure to.

"Enough!" said Gracie, panting wildly. She turned around and began to kiss us both. Jeri moaned as her mother kissed her.

"Please, mom! Please give us something now! I want to cum so bad."

"Okay, you dirty-minded tramp! Get down on all fours, both of you!" We obeyed. Jeri's face was near my ass and balls. Jeri was ahead of her mother. Gracie pointed to my ass. "Serve your husband's ass, Jeri." Jeri hesitated. So did I. I was embarrassed. I had been sweating and hadn't showered all day. Gracie stuck her face into Jeri's pussy from behind.

Jeri grunted and craned her neck back. "Oh, mom."

"Obey me, Jeri," said my mother-in-law.

"Yesss," moaned Jeri, pushing her mother's face back into her eager pussy. "Yesss, yess, I'll obey you." I felt my wife's tongue enter my sweaty asshole. She had never dared do this before. My balls swayed into her lips, sticking to them. I felt like a woman being ravaged. I grinded my ass into her face. I heard her grunt and moan into my asshole as her mother ate her pussy. "Ah, ah, ah! Oh, mom! Mom, I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming! Make me cum, mom! Ahh! Make me cum, pleeease!" My wife's tongue stiffened and fucked my asshole like a dildo. I wanted her to taste my asshole. I wiped my buttocks and crack all over her face. Soon I knew I was about to cum myself.

"I'm about to cum!" I cried.

"Hold it, Sam!" said my mother-in-law. She backed up in front of me and offered her ass up. "Cum on my ass, you fuck," she ordered. "Then Jeri will lick it out of my smelly asshole!" I came all over Gracie's white, moled ass, especially in her hole. My wife's thumb jammed up my own asshole, increasing the orgasm.

Jeri smiled at me, licking her thumb clean. "You stinky bitch, you," she said.

"Jeri," her mother insisted, "Now!"

My wife began licking my cum from her mother's asscheeks; then she spread them wide and sucked it out of the smelly asshole. "You worship that ass, don't you, you slut?" said her mother.

"Yes," answered my wife, as if drunk, "I worship that ass. I worship that ass. That ass is the only thing I can think of. I must serve that ass."

"You and your husband are now slaves to my smelly ass. You live to give it pleasure, don't you."

"Yes, we do," my wife and I droned together, submitting to total control. It felt good to give in and be nothing but a slave to that stinky asshole. I didn't even care about Jeri or anything. Only my mother-in-law's body. My wife leaned over to kiss her mother's butt cheeks. She looked at them longingly, as if in a trance.

"You are my slaves. You exist to serve my ass," said my mother-in-law. Her daughter was softly running her nose over the stinky pink asshole. "Yes, mother. We are slaves to your ass. We exist only to serve your ass..."

The End.

Winter Love

Mom said a lot of things the first time she found out. It was Christmas or two weeks away, and she was lonely a lot now she divorced dad, and anyway, she always knew how important physical contact was. We were a family that touched and hugged a lot. But we children had been touching and hugging a lot lately, for other reasons than we were family.

Better than words. Even when the words are sincere. Which they always were, with her. But when she found me and Christopher and Marge in Marge's bedroom, us naked and fooling around; our betrayal of her was in her eyes. Not ugly tears. Just sadness that Dad hadn't been gone for more than almost a year, and here was her world splitting into splinters, and us being perverts and all. Mom was still young and looked younger still. She thought, when she told us later on, that her kids had only each other and didn't need her at all, and the fact we had gone to each other, me, Tim, age 12; Christopher, age 10; Marge, age 14; well we had gravitated toward Marge and she supposed we considered her a failure.

But we didn't, and we felt sad when she looked at us for a long moment, naked and fooling around a moment before, but now naked and staring at her staring at us; all of us in shock. She didn't say a word. But her eyes hurt. And she tried to take it in, accept it, and just let us know she was there to talk to if we wanted. But not this. She could not talk about this. So she gently shut the door, having turned her back on us as Dad had turned his back on her and left us, him first, and now her. And we couldn't let that happen. We loved our mom. We were sad she was so joyless all the time. It hadn't been like that before. We had been talkers and jokers and laughers and kids and parents and getting away with stuff and not and being real and being alive, not like it had been for so long.

We had been wrestling around on Marge's bed, and playing with her and she had been rubbing our hard ons which weren't hard anymore; her hands still on our penises, a finger stroking mine, forgotten, Marge thinking, and we knew this was real; this was not a game; they could take mom away for this. We were ashamed. When before, we had been giggling and fingering and prodding and poking and licking and touching and pinching and examining each other so very closely, and it was right as could be; now it was wrong as could be. Mom would want to talk to Dad. Ask him what she should do. But there was no Dad. No child support. She had two jobs and here we had disappointed her by flashing our nakedness right in her face, which we hadn't meant to do; unless that door was unlocked when we thought it locked, for a reason.

Christopher began slowly to dress. He put on his briefs. I watched his wiggle worm get caught up in his BVDs. Neither of us looked at each other. Marge had her arms crossed over her beginning to bud breasts and her legs were closed together; she wanting another hand to cover her pubic hair. She got off the bed, turned her back to us, there would be much of this if we didn't stop it and soon, and put on her panties, bending over as we didn't look at her butt which was soft and fragile and beautiful, and then she put on her jeans and shirt and shoes. I dressed during this time. And we sat on the bed, feeling pretty stupid.. fully clothed, feeling more naked than we had been when we were naked, and Mom looking right at us. That image burned into our retinas forever.

"Whadda we do?" Christopher asked in his little boy voice, his head on my shoulder. Sucking his thumb.

"I guess we apologize." I said. How do you apologize for such a thing? The sex had been our idea in the same time. No one of us had suggested it. We had been growing toward it. We had been touching each other, showering together sometimes two and sometimes the three of us, we looked and saw and tested and approved, and Christopher's eyes were blue, and Marge had this sweet somewhat goofy solemn expression when she was trying to be so very serious and made us laugh, made her laugh too, our laughing at that, and sometimes we would meet in Marge's bedroom and feel each other up, and fill each other with kisses like Marge made with her boyfriends which made us jealous but she said we were better kissers than they. And sometimes she would come to our room, and sit on the bottom bunk and stroke me through my pajamas, and sometimes she would reach up to Christopher and he would be holding his hand down to her as he rubbed himself and she rubbed me and I pinched delicately her titties.

But that was all, and today we had been readying ourselves to actually fucking each other. We thought being sucked first was great and then we could fuck, and though Marge did not have that experience with her boyfriends, they told her about it, and she had seen movies with them about it and stuff, so she was the grand expert at all of this at large. And then Mom came in. And I said to my bro and sis, "let's tell her she need not worry. We did not do anything wrong. And neither did she. Agreed?" And they nodded their heads as we began our herky jerky slow stumble walk, like suddenly sentient globs of Silly Putty, to find her and try to tell her what we didn't know to tell her in the first place.

She was in the living room. We heard the TV and went directly there, and she was sitting on the couch, eyes red, not crying though, pretending to be caught up in a soap. "Mom," I began...waiting for Christopher and especially Marge to back me up and finish a sentence that had not finish. "Mom," Christopher (named for Christopher Robin, soft and smooth, and sweet faced and made of sugar and tender smile and wiry filament and narrow long arms and legs; he should have been carrying his Pooh bear with him; he used to; till he got too old for it.) And then he paused and his reedy high voice stopped hesitantly...and finally finally Marge said, coming to stand directly in front of Mom, while we two cowards remained behind the couch, her back to us..."Come here, Christopher," and I nudged the very scared little boy round the couch, interested to see what this was about, was I.

Margie took Christopher by his boney shoulders, stood with him in front of "As The World Turns," waited until Mom could not not look and had to, to satisfy curiosity, and there her eyes were, so Marge bent down, for she was taller than we, and kissed him firmly on the mouth and he kissed her back, as Marge took a deep breath, laving on Chris' tongue, and put her hand to the crotch of his jeans and felt around there. As his face flushed red, and his hands rubbed Marge's groin.. Sexy and fast.

Mom jumped a bit. Her head was slightly cocked to the right. The way it did when she was contemplating.

Marge saw this out of the edge of her eye, looked at her, then at me and nodded me round the couch like Christopher. I was pretty scared. Not knowing why really. Not knowing either why I was pretty excited.

Marge let go of Christopher and then French kissed me. She never had kissed me like that before. My penis rose, before becoming aware of Mom right there, and I stuck my tongue in Marge's mouth too and it was warm as our tongues wetly tipped at each other. And I held my sister to me so tightly.

Marge did it all so gentle like. So tender like. There was love in her mouth and in her hands and in her graceful body that was like a mer girl, much better than her name of Marge, she deserving quite a bit more, and then Marge was holding both of us tightly to her, and she with very experienced fingers, unzipping us, and pulling our penises free, which were so small, all of us including Mom beginning to giggle and not that uncomfortably; we were letting each other in on our secrets, and it was not as awkward now; mostly it was fun; remember, this was a touchy feely family, so we were already part way there, and now with Mom watching after all, we were all really sexed up. Our penises got hard.

Remember this too: Mom looked more like our older sister than our Mom.

. Marge arranged, bad word, too mechanical, too machine like; she was like a cool clear pool of water in which we were all swimming on a golden summers' day, so Marge coaxed us to our mother and gracefully conveyed her desire, Marge did, to bend over Mom and to hold her and to love her and to cuddle with her, our penises outside our jeans, warm by the space heater, and us stroking our hard ons, and Marge getting off her blouse as Mom held us and put our faces to hers, and smelled the freshness of childhood, as we knew she had forgiven us, and I had the idea of Marge's effortless delicate tableau to extend past this night.

I looked up as Chris and I were each reaching for, our jeans now we had pulled down round our ankles, across Mom's lap, each other's penis, as Marge had taken off her shirt, and was pinching her own breasts Mom looked at her, as Marge unashamed, as somehow we had become unashamed as well, knelt in front of Mom, and we on the side, and Mom's hand accidentally brushed Marge's breast, the nipples hard and ready for love; and then Mom accidentally touched my penis which was harder than it had ever been, and the accidentally turned to on purpose.

As I say, it was Christmas or close enough to it. And afterwards there were many things to talk about, but right now I put my hand to my Mom's left breast; she was not wearing a bra; her nipple was hard; I feared I had gone too far, and with some pain, looked up to her face as she started stroking my hard on and felt my gentle smooth warm balls, and she was smiling at me, and I helped her pull her blouse off. .....

It was a pretty wonderful Christmas that year. We gave each other ourselves. What more can a person give? We had love and each other and we did just fine and got to not missing Dad pretty quickly.

Oh yes, for Christmas Eve, when we explored each other more than we ever had before, it snowed huge amounts. Christmas carolers were singing in the streets. We, bro and sis and mom and I were on the deep piled carpet by the Christmas tree in the glow of the merry Christmas lights; we were naked and kissing and feeling and preparing to fuck for the first time our mom and each other; we were safe and happy and free, and those are, I think, pretty good things to be; hey, this rhyme is free.


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