Daddy's Vengeance Reaches Fruition

My daughter Yvonne and her friend Sue were giggling together, excited by their developing sexuality, or bisexuality I supposed, as my wife Sally helped the post-orgasmic Becky towards one of the armchairs.

Sally looked over at me, smiled, and blew me a kiss. A slight concern crossed her face. ‘Rog, how many fucks is that today?’

‘Er, Seven? ’ I was struggling to remember.

‘Right; bed.’ Sally was so in charge; she wasn’t normally like this. ‘ You’re exhausted. We all are.’

‘I’m not exhausted,’ Vonnie piped up, grinning.

‘I’m not either,’ Sue was still cuddling with her.

‘Alright, are you two sleeping together?’ Sally was quite matter-of-fact about it. The two young teens nodded enthusiastically, ‘OK, guest room for you then, it has a double bed.’

‘I’m exhausted,’ Jilly was clinging to me, not wanting to let go. I could see Sally weighing her need, sleeping in the same house as Becky, our twenty-two-year-old housekeeper who’d raped her.

‘OK, spare room?’ she said, looking at me for confirmation. I nodded. We’d bought the house for its garden and it had five bedrooms - part of the reason we’d taken on Becky in the first place.

So I slept with a thirteen-year-old girl, a sweet, affectionate girl who was getting quite attached to me, it seemed. Fortunately she was indeed exhausted and she fell straight to sleep snuggled up next to me, without tempting me to drain myself any further.

In the morning I came down to breakfast with Jilly, to find everyone dressed except Becky, who was just in a robe. She had the collar and lead on again, and was of necessity following Sally around, though even so the two of them were staying quite close together I thought. Sally caught my look.

‘Well you didn’t expect me to waste her, did you?’ she grinned at me. They’d slept together. I tried to make myself not be jealous; that would make no sense whatsoever: yesterday I’d fucked Becky twice - or was it three times? - Sue, Jilly three times, and Yvonne. Though it was more that Vonnie had raped me; but still, my cock had gone up for her.

Sally was as gorgeous as ever at twenty-eight (ten years younger than me) and given the choice I wouldn’t have shared her with anyone, but since she’d revealed she’d already been enjoying lesbian bondage games at the tennis club I could see it was something I was just going to have to get used to.

After breakfast Sally phoned our respective works with an excuse for the day, prompted Jilly and Sue to phone home again, and got us all organised. ‘Right,’ she said, ‘who’s coming to the chemists? We need morning-after pills.’ Vonnie said she did and then the other girls wanted to as well.

‘Okay,’ said Sally, ‘that leaves you here with Becks, Rog, do you want to carry on with the treatment?’

‘Treatment?’ asked Becky, sounding a bit disappointed.

‘Sex slave treatment darling,’ Sally stroked her shoulder and gave her a kiss on the cheek, ‘it’s what you need. We have to get to the bottom of your thing about innocent young girls don’t we? I can tell you’re a bit less hung up on these three already, now they’re not innocent any more.’

Becky looked mutinous but didn’t say anything.

The others went out and I took off my clothes and picked up the lead. A day with the gorgeous sexy Becky as my sex slave beckoned.

My cock was hard already as I towed Becky through to her bedsit at the end of the house and sat her on the bed, then I went through her bedside table with the vibrators in the drawer. In the cupboard below was a bottle of baby oil. Excellent.

I pushed the robe off her shoulders and down her arms, leaving her delicious lean, tanned body naked - apart from the dog collar round her neck of course. The bed had a headboard that was conveniently two planks going across, so I pushed her onto her back, swivelled her round and tied the lead round the headboard in the middle. My cock waved meatily around, tingling, its eight inches at forty-five degrees.

‘Pervert,’ she snarled, glaring at it. She really did not like being pushed around. I had to admit I admired her; there was something about her aggressive, dominant nature that made me really desire her.

I knelt on the bed next to her and squirted baby oil over her gorgeous pert tits. I started to massage her, working the oil over her tits and then out over her chest and up her neck, over her magnificent shoulders. She felt wonderful, so lean and muscular, yet feminine with her shape and her soft, fine skin. A blonde complexion with a light all-over tan.

I worked her torso and arms for a few minutes then moved down to her legs. Giving a massage to a girl is so sexy, and all the time I found it even sexier that she wanted to stop me but couldn’t. And sexier still that as I started on her gorgeous lithe but muscular thighs she couldn’t stop herself getting aroused: she was breathing a bit harder, and the scent of her pussy was in the air. She was sinking a bit too much into the bed though: it wasn’t really firm enough for massaging on.

Without saying anything I untied the lead and pulled her up, picked up the baby oil and dragged her through to the living room. I hung the lead on the doorknob. ‘Don’t move,’ I said.

I went and got a couple of towels from the airing cupboard. When I got back I found Becky in an armchair, looking defiantly at me. ‘So!’ I said, ‘you want to be spanked I see.’

‘No I fucking don’t,’ she snapped, ‘don’t you dare.’

‘Dare?’ I said. ‘You naughty slave, that’s no way to behave. And more swearing!’

I was starting to suspect she at least half wanted to be spanked and fucked, and had simply got impatient with the massaging. Otherwise why had she started the defiance only now? We would see.

I pulled her out of the chair by the lead and she fought me, punching and kicking, actually snapping at me with her teeth. It was something completely new to me, but I managed to turn side-on before my cock or balls got hit, and then to grab an arm and twist her round before I took too much damage elsewhere. I pulled her arms behind her and wrapped the lead round them and tied it off.

I pulled her round behind the armchair and pushed her over the back of it. She tried to somersault over to the far side but I just managed to block her legs with mine. It was hard to do much though, she was still trying to kick me. Also it was quite limiting having to stay clear of her teeth. What a vixen. But my cock was harder than ever.

Eventually I found that with my legs against and inside hers and a hand pressing her back down I finally had her under control. The angle was awkward for spanking but I gave her a few smacks on each ass cheek. ‘You bastard,’ she seethed. I gave her a few more.

I ran a finger down her asscrack to her pussy lips. She was soaking.

My cock was automatically lined up. I pushed it forwards and my big, bulging cockhead slid into her. She felt really ready. I pumped slowly and gently and in three strokes I was fully in. She felt fabulous. I rolled my hips around, working my cock inside her.

‘You total fucking bastard,’ she gasped.

‘I know,’ I smiled at her lovely, shapely back, ‘I’m afraid naughty disobedient sex slaves just do tend to get spanked and fucked though.’ I gave her a few more smacks on her ass, which was more gorgeous than ever bent over like she was.

I fucked her slowly, making it last. I was recharged with a night’s sleep, my cock hard and strong and ready to cum at any moment, so I had to be careful. It felt and sounded like my slave was ready too. I fucked on and on, denying her a cumming rhythm, for perhaps half an hour. I could feel her potent, clenching pussy working at my cock, tempting it.

Eventually I couldn’t resist it any longer. I knew how amazing her pussy felt when she orgasmed and my cock was becoming desperate.

I speeded up and started pressing into her on each stroke. At the same time I reached round with my spare hand and rubbed her clit. We were cumming. My sperm surged into her as the spasms gripped us, her pussy pulsating wildly and my cock thrusting and spurting, thrusting and spurting, again and again, until we were spent.

I held her pinned over the chair for a minute or two, then the door opened and Sally and the girls came in, all grinning at the sight of us, except Jilly I noticed, who wouldn’t look at me.

‘Oh wow,’ Yvonne was thrilled, ‘you’ve been raping her Daddy, was she naughty, or did you just feel like some?’ My darling daughter was changing before my eyes.

‘She was disobedient,’ I said meaningfully, then wished I hadn’t.

‘So if I’m disobedient Daddy, what will you do?’ Vonnie started undressing her gorgeous slender young body and the others copied her.

‘I won’t do anything sweetie,’ I hastily tried to back out of it, ‘because you’re not a sex slave who’s supposed to obey every wish.’

‘Huh,’ Vonnie wasn’t convinced but she had other things on her mind, mainly lesbian slave sex it seemed: ‘well we got our morning-after pills, and some fabric to make clothes for her.’

I slid out of Becky’s pussy and she came upright, not fighting any more. I untied her arms and Sally took her lead and led her in front of the fireplace again. Sally ran a finger up the inside of Becky’s thigh, collecting the juice that was running down, and licked it off. Becky went back to being sullen again.

‘OK what shall we start with, top or bottom?’

‘We could try the hockey skirt, that’s quick, and then look at the top?’ Sue was quite keen.

‘OK I’ll go and get it,’ Yvonne went off. Sally disappeared and came back with her sewing machine, which she set up on the side table.

The rest of us gazed at Becky’s glorious body, and Jilly came and stood next to me. She leaned against me and put her arm round me. I put my arm round her and kissed her. Wow, she felt fantastic, so lithe and willowy.

Yvonne came back with her blue wrap-around hockey skirt and went confidently up to Becky with it. She fitted it on, enjoying reaching round. and stood back to look at the result. It did look very sexy.

Becky’s legs really suited it, and it just hid her pussy. The fabric followed the outline of her pelvis, not making it any wider, and her waist narrowed beautifully above it.

‘Schoolgirl look,’ I said. I didn’t think the chiffon scarf would go with it.

‘Oooh yes,’ Sally was into that evidently, ‘you can donate a shirt can’t you Rog?’

‘Sure,’ I grinned. None of the girls had anything that would fit across Becky’s shoulders.

‘And long socks!’ Vonnie was getting a bit excited too, it seemed to me.

In a few minutes Becky was looking like the very image of a pervert’s fantasy schoolgirl. One of my old white shirts had had the tails cut off and was tied round her middle, with the cuffs turned up and all the buttons undone. It was a bit too wide across the shoulders but that had the effect of showing more skin, helping the front to gape open so her pert tits were just about covered, but so loosely that you knew if you peered in you’d be able to see her nipples.

Her gorgeous legs were in colour-banded thigh-high socks, leaving a few inches of irresistible thigh showing at the top below the hockey skirt.

I wanted to fuck her again already. Actually it rather looked as though everyone wanted to fuck her, except perhaps Jilly. Jilly was with me behind the armchair, rubbing her naked young body on me.

Sally, Yvonne and Sue gathered round Becky in her schoolgirl outfit and started to molest her. She was furious, but couldn’t stop them.

I nudged Jilly in front of me, leaning on the back of the armchair, and she spread her legs to present me with her recently innocent thirteen-year-old pussy. My cock felt like it hadn’t had a fuck this morning at all. I slid the hard, throbbing member into Jilly’s entrance and it started to disappear into her slim pelvis.

I reached over her slender back to fondle her gorgeous tits, pumping my eight inches into her a bit at a time. She was gasping, one gasp for each thrust. Her pussy wrapped my cock in creamy, heavenly sensation.

Jilly and I fucked gently while we watched the others molest their schoolgirl slave. They untucked Becky’s shirt and untied it so her tits could be fondled by Yvonne, and Sue lifted Becky’s skirt and knelt down to start eating her pussy. Sally stood naked and imperious, looking at them.

‘So Becks,’ she intoned,’ the boot’s on the other foot now isn’t it? Your young victims aren’t so helpless any more are they?’ Becky just gasped reluctantly, saying nothing.

The action went on and on. The girls ate Becky to her first orgasm then dragged her to a sofa, where the skirt was pulled off again; Vonnie went off and came back with the big black ribbed vibrator.

I felt Jilly start to tense and I quickly speeded up my fucking to cum with her. We came beautifully together, gasping and groaning, then carried on watching. I combed my fingers through her thick, glossy brown hair, sniffed it, kissed her neck, and stroked over her fabulous tits and along her slender back. I could feel she wasn’t finished.

The others fucked Becky to another huge cum with the big vibrator. It was super erotic to see her legs in the socks half way up her thighs, and her arm and shoulders in the shirt, with the rest of her exposed: it really emphasised the fact that she was being used for sex.

After the next orgasm they pulled her onto the floor. It seemed to me Sally had intuitively come to the same idea that I’d been following yesterday, of completely exhausting Becky then trying to get her to open up more about her raping.

Meanwhile I could see Sally kneeling right next to Sue while Vonnie was fucking Becky. Well since Sally was bisexual she’d be pretty much bound to fancy Sue, it seemed to me: Sue’s gorgeous brown skin and sexy little body were too cute to resist, with her soft frizzy hair and fantastic eyes that were each a little bit different from the other.

Sure enough Sally started touching Sue, and Sue leaned back into her. Soon they were kissing, then rolling on the floor with their legs intertwined and their clits rubbing on each other’s thighs.

Yvonne seemed to be enjoying her fuck of the hapless, half-naked Becky, easing the vibrator in and out one rib at a time, then leaning over to lick and suck her nipples.

My cock was growing back to full hardness inside Jilly’s lovely pussy. I moved it a little and felt her respond. She was such a sensual girl, she responded to every little thing I did to her.

The rest of the morning passed in a sexual haze, Jilly and I fucking behind the armchair and Sally, Vonnie and Sue fucking Becky pretty much continuously, and having sex with each other on the side. It was only a matter of time before Sally and Vonnie got together for a bout of lesbian incest, and when they did it was deeply erotic.

They looked so similar, the same big green eyes and light brunette hair, average height and lean, slender bodies. Vonnie started it by just leaning an arm into Sally, who leaned back just a little, then in a moment they were kissing.

I could see Sally wanted to teach her daughter about the joys of lezzie sex, and she did. The small vibrator reappeared from somewhere and Vonnie got the full treatment over her pert little tits and then in her tight little pussy. Sally brought her to a simmer, held her there for ages with all sorts of arousing little licks and touches to her tits, nipples, neck, clit and points in between, then twice finished her with a mammoth orgasm that had Vonnie almost unconscious afterwards.

Then they swapped over and Sally coached Yvonne until she was herself treated to a huge cum by her daughter. Vonnie was a very diligent pupil, I had to admit, with what looked like a lot of natural talent as well.

By lunchtime we were all pretty fucked out. I was really impressed that young Jilly had wanted as much fucking as she had, though I had been careful to pump her gently and not slam into her. We’d cum together every time, three times after the first one. At the end I eased out of her and she stood up, unsteadily, and I pulled her into a long, affectionate embrace, kissing her neck and running my fingertips through her hair and all over her back and her smooth, pert ass.

We all seemed to start thinking about lunch at once, and went through to the kitchen, still naked apart from Becky, who looked somehow more than naked in her socks and open shirt. Sally took her lead and led her through.

We organised sandwiches together and stood around eating them. There wasn’t much talking, though there was a bit of whispering going on between Sally and Yvonne, I noticed, with Sue seeming to have something on her mind as well and Becky listening. But with the delectable Jilly rubbing her gorgeous young body against me I didn’t pay much attention.

I was thinking how surprising it was that Jilly, who looked so young and innocent, seemed to be pretty insatiable. Well, I reasoned, the group of us was raising the sexual temperature through the roof, we were probably all going a bit sex-mad today.

When we’d eaten we all went and showered and then got back into the living room. Jilly pulled me behind our armchair again and put her arm round me. She seemed ready for more fucking while we watched Becky being ‘treated’ with our homespun therapy.

Vonnie had been to Becky’s bedsit and come back with a bunch of pink bondage ropes though, and had other plans for me. ‘I think it’s time you raped Becky for a bit, Daddy,’ she grinned. There was a murmur of assent among the others and we went out into the middle of the room.

Becky was pulled down onto the floor and her wrists were tied to each ankle. She didn’t resist as much as I’d expected. ‘I reckon you should eat her for a bit, Daddy, and then give her a good fucking,’ Vonnie certainly seemed to know what she wanted. I pushed Becky’s knees apart and got down to start eating her defenceless pussy.

Sue and Vonnie knelt down on either side. I was thinking they were going to molest Becky’s lovely pert tits, but instead suddenly Becky’s legs were free and had me in a headlock!

God, she was strong. I grabbed at her knees to try and force her legs apart, only to feel something at each of my wrists. Something thin and cold. I couldn’t move my head to see, my face was squashed into Becky’s crotch, and then I felt a weight on my back, pressing me down. It was Sally.

There was a sensation of rope and a zipping sound then my wrists were being pulled together. Becky freed my head and in an instant was helping the others to force my hands together behind my back. I was tied up, again. I realised they’d put a big cable tie on each wrist with a rope between them.

‘Now then Rog,’ Sally was in charge of the conspiracy, ‘Jilly hasn’t been joining in. She’s been monopolising you instead.’

I toppled over onto my side and looked up to see Jilly in the grip of Sue and Vonnie. Jilly wasn’t very strong; probably only about as strong as Yvonne and quite a bit weaker than Sue. She was being forced down onto the floor.

‘So,’ Sally continued, ‘it looks like she still has some innocence left, as far as girls are concerned. A bit of kissing, Sue says, but no more. As it happens that’s just what we need for the next step of Becky’s treatment.’

It sounded a bit ominous for my lovely Jilly.

‘Noooo,’ she started wailing as her own friends were helping Becky - now free to do as she liked - to tie her up. I realised I had helped her alienate Sue and Vonnie a little.

Sally, Becky, Sue and Vonnie were a bit of a gang now, it became apparent, as they tied Jilly spreadeagle on the carpet, manoeuvring the two sofas to tie her wrists and ankles to the legs, wide apart. A gang with young Jilly’s innocence as their target.

‘So what we’re going to do,’ fortunately my Sally was still in charge, at least, ‘is let Becky rape Jilly, and talk about her feelings and motivations as she does it.’

‘Noooo, you mustn’t, not again!’ Jilly pleaded, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

‘It won’t hurt,’ Vonnie was sounding a bit predatory I thought, ‘you’ll just cum, what’s the problem?’

‘But I don’t want it,’ Jilly gasped. She gasped because Becky had already run a finger up her slit.

‘You’ll get into it,’ Yvonne was unmoved, ‘you’ll see.’

Jilly looked despairingly at her friend Sue, but Sue only looked back at her, sympathetic but not moving to do anything.

‘So Becks,’ Sally was sounding like some kind of therapist, all kind and on her side, ‘what’s your feeling about Jilly’s innocence?’

The mood changed as Becky’s tone darkened. ‘I want it,’ she said.

She hesitated then carried on, sliding a finger into Jilly’s defenceless young pussy, ‘I don’t see why she should have it. I hate it. All cute and useless, much better to have done with it. Why should she be innocent anyway?’

Then she went quiet because her mouth was busy in Jilly’s crotch, sucking her clit and tonguing her pussy. Jilly writhed around moaning ‘no, no,’ but getting wet by the sound of it.

‘What about yours, Becky?’ Sally asked, ‘what about your innocence?’

‘Who needs it anyway?’ Becky surfaced, a bit angry, ‘that was a looong time ago.’ She reached for the big black ribbed vibrator.

Despite myself I couldn’t help my cock responding to the sight of the delectable, helpless thirteen-year-old being ravished by the gorgeous twenty-two-year-old aerobics instructor.

I was just noticing that Sue had disappeared when she came back in, holding a cloth. I realised it would be the damp cloth like yesterday, destined for my balls. Well they were rather warm again.

Sue was catching the dominant girl thing as well, apparently, not asking me but grinning as she pushed me back on the sofa and wrapped the cold wet cloth round my balls. I was so helpless with my hands tied behind my back. I bucked upwards, groaning, and she took the opportunity to lick the head of my instantly rock-hard cock.

Next thing Sue was straddling me with her strong, sexy little body and lining up her pussy. I lay back while the gorgeous teen ravished me, filling me with sensation. Her pussy was stronger than Jilly’s and the differences made the fuck more arousing than ever.

I looked over at Jilly, who was now being fucked very slowly with the big vibrator, clearly close to a cum but being denied it. She was gasping loudly with each slow thrust.

Sally and Vonnie were standing together, an arm round each other, looking alternately at each couple. They looked so beautiful, mother and daughter.

Sue fucked me steadily for a few minutes, then started to speed up and slam down on me. I stared into her gorgeous young face, with the green-brown eyes and huge pupils, as we started to cum. Her potent little pussy surged and pulsated round my big hypersensitive cock and then I was pumping sperm into her, pulse after pulse, thrusting up, until eventually we wound down and she slowed to a stop. She leaned forward and rested on me for a couple of minutes.

‘Roggie,’ she said in my ear, ‘you’re such a fuck!’ The impertinent little minx.

I was searching for a suitable riposte when I realised that I’d dimly heard Jilly cumming in the background. I looked over and there she was, breathing hard as Becky slid the vibrator out of her.

‘What do you think?’ Sally was looking at Becky, ‘did that tell you anything?’

Becky looked a bit puzzled. ‘It told me she’s a slut like the rest of us,’ she said.

‘I see,’ was all Sally said.

‘How can she be a slut?’ I said, ‘she’s only had one man and now you.’

‘Yeah she came though didn’t she? Even though it was forced. Anyone could just stroll up and make her cum.’

‘Nah,’ Sue was still Jilly’s friend, ‘she wouldn’t cum for just anyone. You are sexy, you know, and she has fucked you, hasn’t she?’

‘Only ‘cos I was fucking tied up,’ Becky didn’t want to give up Jilly’s victim status just like that.

‘Yeah but still,’ Vonnie was loyal to Jilly as well, ‘she didn’t cum for you in the leisure centre did she? Now she just did, that’s ‘cos she’d fucked you. You’re not exactly a stranger are you?’

I had to smile to hear Yvonne’s implacable logic applied to someone else. Sally intervened anyway, before the argument could heat up.

‘Why do you say the rest of us are sluts?’

Becky looked a bit trapped suddenly. She didn’t say anything, so Sally continued: ‘How did you lose your innocence, anyway?’ Becky still didn’t reply.

‘OK, well how old were you?’ Sally was being kind, but persistent.

Becky still wouldn’t say anything and Sally let it drop. There was something there, but it would have to wait.

‘Alright never mind,’ Sally picked up the baby oil and went over and lay down on the other side of the hapless, spreadeagled Jilly, ‘let’s share her for a bit.’

Meanwhile Vonnie was coming over. I’d made up my mind not to let her get me hard and take advantage of my tied-up state. Incest with her mother was one thing, they were both so beautiful it seemed quite natural they would be attracted to each other, but father/daughter was something else - something more taboo with its implications of inbreeding.

But Vonnie just stroked a delicate hand over Sue’s shoulder. Sue sat up, still straddling me, and Vonnie bent down and kissed her. Sue dug up the damp cloth from next to me and applied it to Vonnie’s pert tits, making Vonnie gasp with pleasure. She ran it around for a bit, stroking over her tits and nipples, then up onto her neck, then slowly down to her smooth, pert ass. Vonnie was glowing and breathless with arousal; it was so sensuous.

Before I knew what was going on Yvonne was moving onto me and was astride my face, facing towards Sue, with her wet teen pussy insisting on being eaten. My cock was being brought back up by the activity in Sue’s strong little pussy, and I found my resolve fading. It would have been too rejective, I told myself, to just lie there inert and not eat my daughter when she was depending on me.

Vonnie anyway tasted delicious, and her moans as I ate her sounded delicious too. I could sense but not see the girls kissing and fondling each other with the damp cloth, as Sue started to ride my cock again.

We continued for some time until the girls closed in on their orgasms. We were all so connected I knew we were all going to cum together, and I put my best efforts into my pussy-eating. I felt the pulsating and vibrations build again around my cock in Sue’s potent little quim and I started to cum into her again, listening to the gasping and groaning above me and feeling the final desperate writhing of Vonnie’s labia on my face.

There was a minute’s winding down then the girls got off and I could see again. I looked over. Jilly was shiny all over with baby oil where the two older women had been massaging her. I could just heard Sally talking, very quietly, to Becky, but I couldn’t make out the words.

Becky was being gentle, stroking Jilly’s amazing young tits, while Sally was slowly fucking the helpless girl with the small vibrator and playing with her clit. Jilly was sighing with pleasure. I got the impression she'd had a cum while Sue and Yvonne were fucking me, and now Sally was continuing with some kind of teaching Becky about sensual sex. As opposed to brute fucking with the big black ribbed beast of a vibrator that was Becky’s normal modus operandi.

I realised that in the end Sally was going to get Becky to open up about herself; it was only a matter of time. The girls would be the catalyst. Once she did, the affection in the relationships around her would be a way forward for her, somehow. She would always be dangerously sexy though.

It looked quite likely, I pondered, that Becky and the girls would be around for some time to come. The girls were getting rather naughty though, a bit cocky and disobedient it seemed to me.

Sally looked over at me with her beautiful smile, enjoying herself. It was high time I fucked her again, once I’d recovered from Sue. ‘Ready for afternoon tea?’ she asked.

-the end-

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-

True Love

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