0 comments/ 26931 views/ 0 favorites August By: Implacable Icarus Implacable Icarus Copyright 2003 Not for children. It was one of those hot mid august days. A day when you sweat in the shower and the grit collects on the back of your neck the moment you leave your apartment. I was on 79th and Lex, just emerging from the subway when I saw her. Just to clarify, there are many beautiful women in New York. But she, well she was something else. Something more. Striding down the avenue on tall open toed sandals, passing under awnings head straight forward, seemingly uncaring of the attention she received. She was wearing white, her hair; auburn, pulled back pony tail swinging freely, and only a hint of lipstick. She was tall, but not lanky, enough hips to count, her thighs seemed authoritative, muscular from a lifetime of wearing heels. And her breasts, swelling, curving, moving slightly with each stride, rode high, like a cry to heaven. The white of her body blazed forth in the late afternoon, rendering all around her drab and inconsequential. Almost like an angel. If I only knew then. She passed by me, the crisp sound of her heels on pavement contrasted with the tinkle of her bracelet hanging low on the hand grasping her bag. Her icy blue eyes flicked to me for a moment, then away, and she passed leaving the smell of oleander and rose. ******************** A high and terrible queen amongst women, more than enough to break a man. ******************** So imagine my surprise when she sat down next to me half an hour later at the café, telling the attending waiter to bring her an ice tea. She studied me for a moment. “That’s a good book.” She said. I was reading Anais Nin. I smiled, and lit a cigarette. “Yes, it is. My name is Jonah.” I extended my hand; she took it, her palm warm, and a fleeting smile on her lips. We talked for some time, her face open, seemingly honest. She was inquisitive; we talked of the weather, politics, love, lust, and lost lovers. I revealed some of my recent heartbreak, betrayal, and my subsequent wanderings. In turn she told me of herself, her experiences in life, her lips now and then gently embracing the glass of ice tea, my eyes feasting on the sight. Her eyes were wide, not quite probing, but almost as though she were ready to be shocked, perhaps pleasantly, by anything I revealed. ****************** My heart pounding, I accepted her offer to see her apartment. ******************* Her place was nice, and I said all the usual complements about art, furniture, and the design. She offered me water, and with a mysterious look recommended that I sit. Casting about I found a white Le Corbusier chair and sat, the air-conditioned leather welcoming me as she strode around the apartment, closing shades, and taking off her necklace. She fixed me with her blazing blue eyes. “I like men, and I like you very much.” The statement lingered in the air, its echoing ramifications in my head. I nodded, breath in my throat, I was more than a little afraid to fuck this up. “But some men,” she paused, running her tong briefly over her bottom lip “lose control.” Her eyes narrowed, “Are you one of those?” Almost unable to speak, I murmured a small noise of dissent, and slowly shook my head. I sipped my water to hide my nervousness. She moved closer to me, took the glass from my hand, and throwing me a searing look, drank the remainder down. She leaned over me, my eyes automatically plumbing the vee of her shirt, caressing the pearlescent curves of her breasts. She stood back up, and in each hand was a white rope. She waited, and I nodded, placing my hands on each armrest. She moved slowly, and languidly tied me down, her breath sighing in my ears, her scent surrounding me. I accepted this, my heart pounding, a cool sweat on my forehead. I was at a loss to understand what this woman was about, why she had chosen me, or anything of her intent. Sinking slowly to her knees, she smiled, cleared her throat, and whispered “Don’t worry,” as she slipped one sneaker, then the other off each foot and placing them quietly sided by side. ******************** Later, when my prostate was aching, gathered like a tightly held secret, I would understand that she did everything in this slow, methodical way. ********************* Undoing my belt, she delicately slid my Diesels off, and I followed her bidding to raise my ass off the chair. My underwear went with them. Some men will tell you that they would have “raging hardons” at a moment like that. I don’t know about them, but I felt a deep sense of trepidation, and was more than intimidated by her beauty. A wicked look passed over her features as she considered my cock, and she looked up at me. Something must have responded in my features, some look of a trapped animal, because she snorted. “And with some men, control must be established.” With that she reached forward and with slim, cool, practiced fingers grasped my cock, her thumb placed just below my head, her fore finger above, laying just below the rim. I gasped as she pulled gently upward, stretching my cock, as the fore finger of her other hand played gently over the slit. She gently pulsed her grasping fingers, and as my cock began to grow, she anchored her left hand around the base of my cock. Looking up, she made eye contact and nodded as she began to rthymically move the upper hand, bringing life to my stiffening cock. Almost fully hard now, my breath once again caught in my throat as she said “You will not cum until it is time to!” The pleasure flashing through my body, I managed to blurt out “How will I know?” Quickly she squeezed her hand around my head, and pulsing it a few times, forced a tiny glowing drop of pre-cum out. Reaching out a furtive finger she smeared the precum over the tip, sliding back and forth, a low chuckle emanating from her throat. “You will know.” Then, holding the very tip between the fingers of one hand, she began to methodically jack the shaft with the other, like some otherworldly piston. I emitted a long, low, guttural sound, as some small pressure began to grow in me, my burgeoning cock now grown to its full hardness. “Does that feel good?” I grunted my assent, my body growing tenser, and my world slowly narrowing down to one point. She paused her hands for a moment and said “breathe,” and when I did She pumped both hands up and down, both hands twisting slowly, avoiding too much friction. I let out a moan, struggling to keep my eyes open, determined to see as much as I could as she changed techniques, plunging her hand down, followed by the other, on the heels of which the first quickened down the shaft, brushing over the corona, making it feel as though my cock was sliding down a long tight, warm tunnel. Then, without warning she switched again, each hand dragging up the shaft, one after the other, tightening on the way until they literally jerked off the tip. ***************** I began to tense, all ambivalence destroyed by my desire to cum. I gasped it out, in half-English, my slitted eyes contacting hers, my message becoming sub vocal. ****************** She stopped, adopted a churlish grin, and said “Tut, tut, tut.” Simultaneously tapping her finger down on the crown of my granite like cock. For the first time I began to struggle against my bonds, my eyes open wide with shock, until the feeling ebbed away the physical urgency fading, though the mental remained. Eyes twinkling she placed her hands on me again, placing her thumb of her left hand below my balls, and her fingers above my cock, where my stomach and cock met, she slid her right hand up and down, fast, then slow. She established a rhythm, then broke it, coaxing precum, sliding it, her eyes seeming to penetrate my very mind, and guess at my wishes. Increasing pressure when called for, slowing the pace when it built too quickly. ****************** “Maybe you are wondering she asked, why all the dramatics? Hmmm? What’s in it for me? I don’t know. My therapist says it’s about daddy. I think I just like to make men do tricks for me.” Hissed laughter. “You know, I could hold you here all night. Way past the point where its fun, believe me. If I thought you were special, I wouldn’t let you stop cumming. All night I’d work you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Somehow, this reincarnated my ambivalence, though not enough to dissuade my pleasure, but informing on it, etching an emotional turmoil over the experience which would last long after the pleasure faded. ******************* Sensing something in me she increased her strength, grasping me tightly, her thumb extended upward, increasing the friction across that most special place below the slit. I was on the edge. My impending explosion weighed in my mind, a large heavy stone, or perhaps an opaque bubble, poised to burst. “I need you to hold it, right here.” Her fingers pressing down on that sweet spot behind my balls in time with her other thumb, itself poised on the ridge below my glands, milking me. ******************* I shuddered all over, my thighs and calves aching from the effort. Unable to tell if I wanted to hold back, or wanted to detonate. My back hunched, my chest grew red, and heaving with each futilely deep breath I took, struggling to recall some half learned yoga technique. ******************* She stopped for a moment, and I let out a long plaintive wail, any restraint long since departing the apartment. She half smirked as she brought forth a red cloth from underneath the chair, and placed it across her knees. My cock wavered there, my heartbeat pulsing through it, my heavy sack fully drawn to itself. And below that, the tense place, gathering itself, in that particular place of needy readiness. Grasping the shaft fully in her right hand squeezing it tightly she said, “I’m going to make all that cum boil out.” Then she gently tugged on my balls, “From here,” then pressing on my perineum, “through here,” finally making a circle of the fingers on her right hand, sliding them up the shaft, pulsing on the way “And up until it flies out, up to the ceiling.” I growled, having no reserves left. She began to stroke, up, down, again and again. Somewhere between a caress and a fearsome pulling. She was inexorable, and my body knew that there was no turning back. My hands turned to claws, my teeth gritting. “That’s right!” She crowed. “Its mine!” And then I was there. In that delicious place where cumming teeters on the knife point. Between doing, and having done, between needing and wanting, between thought and deed. “Let it go, let it go for me now!” Her murmur touched that place inside me, as her hands touched the special place on my cock that I thought only I knew. The flood gates opened. I lifted my ass off the chair, and my searing cum shot out, a fountain, geyser, I heard horse yelling somewhere in the background and realized it must be me. Each shuddering jerk released more as her thumb found my perineum and pressed savagely, delicate fingers milking the last of me, never passing over the rim, just working the shaft, making sure I could hold nothing back. ************* When I regained some sense of myself, I found that I was weeping silently. She nodded as she folded up the red cloth, dampness staining it a darker color. My hands were untied. ************** “You can see yourself out.” I nodded, collected my wits, drew on my pants, and went to the door. I looked back and caught her holding the damp cloth to her nose, a far away look in her eyes. “Out!” I took the elevator out on week legs, and slipped into the stream of humans in the early summer night, sweltering, and more alone than ever. August 12th August 12th When does a woman know that she's a lesbian? I just turned eighteen and I could be one and don't even know it. All these guys I've been with—maybe they should have all been girls. How do I know? There should be an alarm that goes off or something. For all I know, the fact that a guy can make me cum doesn't mean shit. Maybe what I call an orgasm isn't really an orgasm. I need help. And then there's my Mom, Susan. My Dad died almost two years ago now. She's never gone out with another guy, that I know of. And here's the coolest part: I walked past the computer room the other day when she didn't notice and she was on a popular amateur picture web site looking at the pics of a topless young woman. I stopped and secretly watched for a minute. Mom was clearly looking at the pics for pleasure. I had to go before she saw me, so I don't know how long she looked at them or what else she did. But it got me thinking. What if my Mom's really a lesbian? Is that weird or what? What if a forty year old woman who had been married for twenty years was really a lesbian? Would she know it? I'm not saying either me or her are lesbians. That's not my point. I'm asking: How and when do we know? August 13th I tried something last night just for the hell of it. I was lying in bed thinking about the cutest girl I know, Lindsay. I saw her at the beach the other day in a bikini. It was obscene. I mean, that suit barely covered her pussy and nipples. I imagined that she followed me into the ladies room and snuck into a stall with me without me expecting it. I just wanted to see how I'd react in this imaginary setting. Well, shit. My hand was on my pussy so fast I couldn't stop it. I thought about Lindsay starting to kiss me and our bodies touching. Our tongues explored each other and her hands were all over me. I felt them on my ass and between my legs and then up to my breasts. Meanwhile, I was rubbing my clit under the sheet getting wetter by the second. Lindsay pushed up my bikini top and began sucking on my tits. I felt her tongue and her teeth all over the nipples. Then she lifted her own top and pulled my head down to her. I'd never licked a girl before, but she made it easy. And I loved it, damn it. I loved it. We fingered each other just like I was fingering myself in real life. Lindsay quietly begged me to make her cum. I did the same. Fuck, I came so fast for real I never finished the frickin' daydream. So, am I a lesbian? August 15th I couldn't write yesterday because Mom and I went to Aunt Sharon's for the day. If I'm a lesbian, I think I want my first experience to be with Aunt Sharon. What a babe! She's about thirty five I think. Looks my age. Acts my age. Flirts with anything on two legs. Man, woman, it doesn't matter. Uncle Steve must be worn out by now if they fuck as much as Aunt Sharon seems to want to or talks about it. That's not important. This is what's important. I swear her and my Mom have something going on. I mean, they act like teenagers in love when they're together. No, they don't get physical in public. They don't touch each other in that way. But just their body language. I don't know. You have to see it to understand, I guess. Aunt Sharon and my Mom have great bodies for their age. No, wait. They have great bodies for ANY age. It certainly wouldn't shock me if they were interested in each other even if they weren't sisters. Well, last night after we got home, Mom went to bed and I stayed up playing on the computer. It was probably one in the morning before I went upstairs to bed. I have to pass Mom's bedroom to get to mine. Her door was open as usual. I tried to be quiet, knowing it was late. I walked slowly down the hall and, right before getting to Mom's room, I heard a sound that made me stop. It was almost as if Mom was in pain or something. I stuck my head around the corner. Damn. Mom was lying naked on the bed, the sheet pushed down to her knees. She had one hand between her legs and another on her right breast. She was masturbating like she'd never had sex in her life. I heard her moans getting louder as she rubbed her clit and squeezed her nipple. Two fingers disappeared inside her pussy and the other hand pulled on a nipple until I thought I could feel it myself. In less than two minutes it sounded like she was ready to cum. Then the wildest thing happened. I heard her murmur, "Sharon. Oh God, Sharon! Lick my clit!" By now, my own hand was inside my panties. I watched her body squirm on the bed and her back arch up. "Right there! Sharon. Yes! Yes!" I watched my mother have an orgasm that lasted at least a minute. I couldn't make myself stop looking at her contorted face, her beautiful breasts, and that hand between her legs. The headboard knocked against the wall one time and Mom seemed to try to calm down, without much success. Her muffled moans could be heard in the hallway. I tiptoed past the bedroom and quietly closed the door to my room. Oh my God I was so horny and scared and confused. August 16th I had to try something today. As a result, I might have just had the most important day of my life. I'll try to tell it all, but my mind's a little crazy right now. When I got up, the scene in my Mom's bedroom was still clear in my mind. I took a shower and almost came thinking about my Mom and Aunt Sharon. I put on a robe with nothing underneath and headed downstairs. I decided to see if my Mom would take the bait. I wasn't sure what it would prove—for either of us—but I had to try it. She came in a little bit after me and we chatted while she made breakfast for herself. I was sitting at the table, my legs crossed and the robe cracked open almost to my pussy. When Mom wasn't looking, I opened the front just a little bit more. She sat next to me, as usual. I could assume that Mom could see a good portion of at last one of my breasts from there...if she was looking. Well, it didn't take long to catch her looking. I didn't say anything or give any indication I noticed. At one point I reached for something on the table and knew she had an even better view. We talked normally until I was done eating. When I got up to put my dishes in the sink, I stayed there, leaning on the counter, while we talked some more. I swear the only things Mom couldn't see were the lower one-third of my breasts and my pussy. I waited for an opportunity in the conversation to bring up Aunt Sharon, and then threw her name out there with a question. I just wanted Mom to be thinking about her. It was interesting to see Mom's whole demeanor change, for the better. I was complimenting Aunt Sharon's body when Mom was getting up to put a dish in the sink. "She's so pretty. I think even some women would like to be with her," I said. "You think?" Mom asked innocently. "Don't you think it's fairly common for women to be attracted to each other?" She looked at me carefully. "I think it happens all the time." I smiled. "Are you attracted to Aunt Sharon?" She appeared very surprised by my question. "She's my sister." I said, "So?" "So, I can't be 'attracted' to her in that way." "In what way?" I asked. "Sexually." "I never said anything about sex," I said calmly. "Is that what you were thinking?" Mom was obviously flustered. "I was thinking you should get dressed." That was my opening. It was now or never and I prayed it wouldn't backfire. "Have you ever seen Aunt Sharon naked?" "Well, when we were a lot younger. Sure," she said. "Did you like it?" Mom stared at me, but didn't answer. I said, "Have you ever wanted to touch her? Touch her body?" I didn't wait for an answer. I took Mom's hand and raised it to the opening in my robe. I put it on my bare skin, at the top of my breasts. "Have you ever wanted to touch her breasts?" I moved her hand down until it was on my nipple. "No," she answered weakly. Just that one word—the way she said it, the way she didn't pull her hand away—made me think she wanted to. "Why shouldn't women be allowed to express their love for each other the way a man and woman do?" I asked. I let Mom keep her hand on my breast while I opened the robe a little farther. She lightly closed her fingers around my tit. "Touch me, Mom. With both hands," I said in a near whisper. The robe was nearly all the way open when her other hand came up and rested on my breast. The movement of her fingers was almost imperceptible, but she was definitely feeling me. I thought my heart would burst, it was beating so fast. It seemed so natural to just lean forward and kiss her. I never felt her tongue, but it was a nice kiss anyway. And it pressed her hands tighter against my chest. I said softly, "Open my robe, Mom." She was like a robot. It was so weird to watch her move so mechanically and like she was under somebody else's control. But she pulled on the belt and my robe fell open by itself. I saw her look down at my body. "That's how you look at Aunt Sharon. I bet you didn't know that," I said. She shook her head. "Do you want to know how you must make her feel? Put your hand between my legs. Feel how wet I am, Mom." "No, hon. I can't...," she began to say. I took her hand and pushed it down the center of my body, completely untying the robe in the process. It fell open and I rested Mom's hand on the top of my pussy, near my clit. "Go ahead, Mom. Feel how wet I am." Her fingers barely reached down far enough to spread the lips protecting my pussy. As she probed, I kissed her. This time our tongues met and her hand made firmer contact with my pussy. I touched her breast through her shirt and I thought she moaned. We only kissed for a few seconds, but it was clearly more passionate than before. She pulled her hand away. "Traci, I'm getting dressed. You should do the same." With that, she turned and quickly walked out of the kitchen, leaving me about as horny as I'd ever been. August 17th I can't tell if my Mom's pissed or not. She hasn't said barely two words to me since yesterday morning's incident in the kitchen. Hopefully, she's thinking about what she felt. I'm pretty sure she was turned on. I wish I could have felt her pussy to find out. But her nipple seemed pretty hard and the kiss was definitely loving. There is no longer any doubt in my mind that I have to carry this through and get us into a situation where sex is an option. Wow. Like THAT will be easy. I'm gonna have to think about this some more. Yes!! There IS a God! Aunt Sharon just called and she's coming over tomorrow. Is this perfect or what? The three of us will be alone all afternoon. It couldn't be more perfect. So I have the rest of today to set this up. I better get busy planning. I might not be able to write again until after she's been here. Wish me luck. August 18th All my life all I've done is ask questions. Some were important and some weren't. Rarely did the important ones get answered to my satisfaction. Today may have made up for the previous eighteen years. Aunt Sharon got here around noon. You should have seen her outfit. Actually, you know what? The outfit wasn't that special, but on her it was spectacular. She had on a tank top and shorts. Nothing extraordinary about that. But I swear every curve was magnified: the way her nipples delicately pushed against the top; the way her stomach and abs showed just above her shorts; the way her ass curved down to her thighs. I felt pretty lame in my t-shirt and denim skirt. But maybe I hit Aunt Sharon's button without knowing it. From the moment she got here, she rarely was more than a few feet away from me and was constantly chatting and complimenting me in one form or another. Mom seemed to be fine with it all. She wore one of the sundresses that I think looks best on her. It's cut pretty low on top and rides up her legs just right when she sits. She looked hot. We were on the porch, which is very private at our house. I've laid out there topless to sunbathe before without thinking twice about it. I never thought the privacy would lead to the opportunity I had today, though. Mom and Aunt Sharon were drinking something I didn't recognize. I didn't ask Mom what she made and she didn't offer me any. But she knew I'd just be having iced tea anyway. It worked for me. We talked for almost an hour. Aunt Sharon had come over to pick up some books Mom had, but that wasn't the topic of discussion. It was all over the place and I enjoyed listening to them talk and laugh. Of course, Aunt Sharon couldn't talk long without bringing up a man she knew at one time or another. They talked a lot about guys they both knew in school and stuff. Ends up men haven't changed much from then to now. Anyway, Aunt Sharon eventually made a point of getting me involved in the conversation. She asked me about my boyfriends. I told her the latest, but towards the end I said, "What if I'd said I only had girlfriends?" She looked at me with wide eyes, and replied, "That would be fine, too. Whatever makes you happy." Something about the look on her face after she answered made me think she was interested in pursuing the train of thought. It was as if she was trying to tell me it was OK, without actually saying it. I said, "A lot of my friends have given up on guys. Maybe I should try that." For whatever reason, Mom decided at that moment to go inside the house and refill her glass along with Aunt Sharon's. It couldn't have worked out better. Aunt Sharon got up and moved behind me, putting her hands on my shoulders as if to give me a massage. She said, "First of all, I think you're old enough that you don't have to call me Aunt Sharon any more. Sharon will do. Secondly, how serious are you about this feeling of only having girlfriends.?" I was afraid she'd see the goose bumps I was getting from her just touching me. "I've thought about it. But, you know, I didn't want to be thought of as, um,...," I didn't finish the sentence. "I'm not sure it's anything to be embarrassed about, Traci," she said, running her hands down the tops of my arms. "We all feel that way sometimes." "Really?" I asked. "Sure. There are lots of women I think are sexy." All I could think of was: how cool that Sharon could express it in those terms while my Mom couldn't. My Aunt clearly had thought about this more than Mom. "Do you think Mom is sexy?" I asked. "Oh, yeah," she answered quickly. I hesitated, not sure how to tell her about what I saw Mom doing. I finally said, "Well, I have reason to believe Mom fantasizes about you...and her." I could feel a change in the way Sharon touched me. She almost stopped moving her hands completely, as if very surprised. "You do?" she said. I got out of my chair and turned to face my Aunt. "I think if she had the chance...I mean, if the right situation came up...she might want to, uh, maybe do something with you." Sharon seemed to get my meaning right away. Surprisingly, her eyes lit up and a small grin crossed her lips. "Interesting. What do you have in mind?" I wanted to make it sound as if I hadn't thought about it at all, but I couldn't. I'd planned it all out and this was my opportunity. It seemed I already had one willing participant. "Well," I said, "I think if two of us, you and me, started playing around a little it wouldn't take much to get Mom involved. But if you don't want to..." "I want to," was her sudden and unexpected reply. "Are you taking the lead?" "I can" "Do it," she said. "Use me however you want and we'll see how she responds. She'll be back soon. Maybe if you get behind me and just go from there." "Got it. Here she comes," I said. "God, I'm nervous." "Don't be," Sharon said. "I've wanted this for so long." With renewed confidence, I moved behind my Aunt and watched Mom bring out the drinks and place them on the table. "I probably shouldn't leave you two alone," Mom said as she sat down. "Why's that?" I asked. "I'm not sure I can trust either of you." I wrapped my arms around Sharon and held her tight. I looked over her shoulder at Mom, brushing back Sharon's hair with my forehead. I put my chin on her shoulder. "Maybe it's a good thing I'm here," I said. "Maybe I can't trust YOU alone with HER." Mom had to be thinking of our conversation in the kitchen. At least, that's what I wanted her to be thinking about. I let my hands roam up the front of Sharon's top, pulling it higher and bunching it up just under her breasts. Mom couldn't seem to take her eyes off the exposed skin of her sister. I let Sharon's top drop back down, but my hands were inside. I only had to raise them an inch or two to feel the bottom of her breasts. I can't even begin to tell you how exciting that was. My entire body seemed to quiver as my hands rose up and eventually covered her breasts. Mom's expression didn't tell me a thing. I might have expected disgust, or revulsion, or anger. I got none of it. She sat emotionless, but definitely interested in what I was doing. Maybe she was jealous, I don't know. I gently massaged Sharon's tits. They felt wonderful, with hard nipples and soft skin that easily molded to my hands. I pressed against her ass and I felt her press back. After a short time, I got brave and lifted Sharon's top. She didn't object and Mom didn't speak. So, the top came off. My heart was pounding so hard I couldn't believe it. Mom's eyes were locked onto the luscious breasts and I pulled on just the nipples, not wanting to block the entire view. Sharon moaned and closed her eyes, her head leaning back onto mine. "Mom, I think you should help," I said. My mother stared for just a few seconds, and then rose from her chair and walked over to us. Sharon and Mom exchanged a short glance before Mom's hands were on her sister's tits. I left them alone for a minute. Mom was very tentative until Sharon said softly, "Mmmmm, yeah. That feels so nice." When Mom seemed more relaxed, I moved back in behind Sharon and put her in a pretty nice sandwich between me and Mom. I put my hands on Sharon's ass, I'm sure without Mom even knowing it. Then I slid my hands up the legs of Sharon's shorts and felt the supple skin. Mom had moved closer and I heard Sharon say very softly, "Kiss me." They started a long, gentle kiss and my right hand moved around to the front of Sharon's shorts. The heat from her pussy penetrated through the thin material and I rubbed her harder. Mom HAD to know what I was doing, but she was too busy kissing her sister. Which, by the way, was becoming a little more intense. "Her nipples are very sensitive, Mom. Lick them," I whispered in her ear, but I knew Sharon had to hear me, too. As with every step preceding this one, Mom was cautious at first. She slowly leaned down to Sharon's chest after receiving a smile of confirmation from her sister. Sharon and I watched her very lightly kiss all around the nipple. Finally, the tip of her tongue came out and slid across the erect nub. Sharon did the same thing I would have done: she held my Mom by the back of the head and pulled her closer. I was so wet I couldn't stand it. Mom's tongue began to lick all around the nipple. She expanded her range and pretty soon was kissing and licking the entire breast. "Take it, Susan," Sharon said. "Put it in your mouth. Please." None of this could have been easy for them. Well, OK. It might have been easier for Sharon than Mom. But to do this—and in front of me—must have been hard. This time Mom didn't hesitate at all. She eagerly opened her mouth and sucked on as much of Sharon's tit as she could fit between her lips. Mom held the other breast in her hand and soon was sucking on that one, too. I took the opportunity to rub Sharon's pussy a little more, getting a few moans out of her and feeling the warmth increase on my fingers. The more Mom sucked on her tits the hornier I got. I finally opened Sharon's shorts and let them fall to the ground. August 12th Without skipping a beat, Sharon kicked them aside. My hand worked on the front of her tiny panties. Her tiny SOAKED panties. God, I was ready to explode at that point and, apparently, so was my Aunt. My hand slid inside and began rubbing Sharon's clit. She was rocking her pussy back and forth like she was being fucked. Mom just kept on licking, and sucking, and kissing. Well, I had to do it. I got Sharon naked and just stood back to marvel at the magnificent body she had. What an ass! I'm still jealous. Anyway, she and Mom were kissing again and Mom was exploring every inch of Sharon's body that she could touch. I watched and got more desperate by the minute. Sharon had her hands on the outside of Mom's breasts, pushing the material of the sundress aside until Mom's nipples were exposed. Before long, Sharon was pulling the dress down. It was loose enough that it just fell to the ground on its own and Mom stood in a pair of panties. Sharon looked at her body briefly, then began to give Mom's tits the same treatment she had received herself. Since I seemed to be in charge of panties, I quickly pulled them off my Mom. Seeing the two of them naked—kissing, hugging, licking, and sucking—was about the neatest thing I'd ever seen in my life. I felt a little uncertain what to do. I wanted to participate, but didn't want to interfere, either. I decided to wait and see what happened. I didn't have to wait long. Sharon soon said to Mom, "What do you think? Should we let her play, too?" Mom looked at me and smiled. "Oh, alright. She started all this." They stripped me in a matter of seconds. I didn't ever remember feeling so hot and lusted after. Trust me. No guy ever made me feel that way and the sex hadn't even started yet. There was some light kissing and mutual fondling before Sharon said, "I'm the guest. I think it's only appropriate that the hosts go first. Besides, I want to watch for a while." So it was going to be me and Mom. I could finally bring the kitchen episode to its rightful conclusion. But would she go that far or would she frustrate me, and Sharon, again? I never knew about my Mom and I certainly didn't know how'd she react to this. One thing was certain: we were all naked and pretty damn horny. I had to be the first one to move. I put my body against Mom's and started to kiss her as enthusiastically as I'd ever kissed anybody in my life. She soon joined in and our hands were clutching each other. My mouth moved down to her tits and I spent several minutes licking and sucking her. I noticed that Sharon sat in a chair that gave her a perfect view. Her legs were stretched out and wide open. Her hand was beginning to probe her pussy and clit. I was leaning so hard on Mom that her ass was against the top of a circular glass table. "Get up on it," I told her. She questioned if it would hold her, but a quick test proved it more than capable. She leaned back and I followed with my head, landing squarely on top of her beautiful breasts. Mom separated her legs enough for me to slide inside. They felt marvelous as they wrapped around me—so warm and strong. Mom was moaning pretty loud by the time I got done with her tits. The nipples glowed a bright pink and the moisture on them shimmered in the daylight. Then it was time to get serious. In the very little amount of time that fell between the decision I made and my next move, I thought about the fact that probably none of us on that patio really had a clue what we were doing. I mean, this was new to all of us. We'd each seen stuff, or heard stuff, and probably had an image in the back of our head of how it should work. But none of us had actually DONE it. Still, that didn't prevent me from moving down so that my head was between my Mom's legs and my hands were on her hips. I remember thinking, 'Do what you'd want somebody to do to you.' With that thought in mind, I kissed Mom's thighs and worked my way up to her pussy. I kissed all around it. She kept the hair cut very short and neat. It felt great on my face as I pressed a little harder until my lips clearly made out the major targets: her cunt and clit. I was fine until I knew it was time to use my tongue. Oh my God! The thought of eating my mother made me nearly die from both nerves and lust. Her body was so incredibly sexy, but shit. This was my Mom! To my amazement, all fear disappeared when I got the first taste of her sweet juices on my tongue. I'll never forget it. That was the best feeling ever. Knowing that she was wet and I was about to make her cum. I licked her pussy a couple times and then concentrated on finding her clit and sucking on it. "Oh, Traci. Yes! Yessssss!," Mom cried out. I did everything to that clit that a mouth and tongue could do. Mom's body shook and quivered. When her ass came off the table I slid my hands underneath and held her pussy up to my face. I may have been a rookie, but I was an enthusiastic one. Mom was sounding a little desperate. She nearly yelled, "Traci! Stop. Stop! I'm...I'm going to...oh God, stop!" Of course, that only made me suck on her clit a little harder. I was so intent on making Mom cum that I didn't notice that Sharon had moved behind me. The first thing I felt was her tongue sliding down my ass. I gasped loudly with a mouthful of my mother's pussy muffling most of it. Sharon's tongue found its way between my spread legs and I felt her begin to lap up the plentiful juices around my pussy. What happened next will forever be in my memory. I put my tongue at the entrance to Mom's hole and drove it in as far as I could. At the exact same instant, Sharon did the same thing to me. God, that was great. I could actually feel what I was doing to Mom. And it was awesome! Sharon's face was flat against my ass while she fucked me with her tongue and ate me. I did the same to Mom and both of us were closer and closer to cumming. "Traci! Traci! No! I'm...cumming!" My memory of the next couple minutes is fuzzy at best. I felt...and heard...Mom starting to cum. I felt my own body start to shudder inside almost uncontrollably. And then both of us were crying out, begging for more, and cumming like crazy. I tried to stay on Mom's clit, but my own ecstasy made it difficult. Still, our orgasms came, subsided, and started all over again WAY better than during any masturbation I'd ever tried. And I doubted any man in the world could do to me what my Aunt was doing. I slumped into a chair when it was over and watched Mom slide off the table and basically fall into her own chair. Sharon had a huge grin on her gorgeous face. If I hadn't just cum harder than ever before in my life, I would have been pretty turned on by looking at her standing naked on that porch. "That was FUN!" she said. "I think if you give us a few minutes to recover, Mom and I might be willing to have some fun with YOU," I said. "I'll wait all day for that if I have to," she said. It was nearly half an hour later that the three of us moved out onto the grass. Sharon lay on her back and Mom and I took our places on either side of her chest. Both of Sharon's tits became the focus of very direct attention by me and Mom. I absolutely loved the sensation of her tits conforming to the shape of my mouth, and it was fun watching Mom suck on the other nipple at the same time. Sharon moaned with approval and her body showed all the signs of somebody who had to cum...soon. It almost became a race between me and Mom to see who could get between her legs the fastest. Mom won and I was happy to concentrate on Sharon's clit while Mom licked the rest of her pussy. I tried to imagine how it must have felt to have two tongues and two sets of lips attacking your pussy at the same time. Especially if you were as horny as it seemed Sharon was. I saw her clutching at the grass with both hands while Mom and I tried to make her cum. I put my hand under her ass and felt the cool skin shake as she came closer and closer to an orgasm. Mom was fucking her with her tongue and Sharon was crying out with pleasure. The moment I put her clit between my lips and closed them tightly, Sharon started to cum. She pushed her body against Mom's face and thrust her hips upwards. Mom's tongue plunged in and out of her hole and must have been collecting sweet juices with each new wave of Sharon's orgasm. I just licked her clit and watched and listened. God, it was awesome! I wasn't sure Sharon was ever going to stop cumming. When she did, we laid together on the grass kissing and hugging. August 19th Well, I think I have my answer. Sharon invited me and Mom over to her place tomorrow. I can't wait. I'm already trying to decide what to wear. My pussy's wet just thinking about it. That must be a clue.