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Massage Therapy Ch. 01

By: jeb22



Jason stood holding open in front door and stared at the woman in front of him for a moment before he could find his voice, "Um...Tina...what are you doing here?" Tina was a slim brown haired woman who had a little better than average face but Jason knew from when they dated how nice her slim little body looked in lingerie.

"Well I started working as a massage therapist about a year ago Jason...look if you want them to send someone else I can call..."

"No, no that's okay," he interrupted, "I am sorry come on in." He stepped back and held the door open for her to make her way in with her massage table. She wore an outfit similar to what she used to wear to work as a sonographer while they were dating , just some dark blue scrubs that revealed very little.

"Can I set up here," she gestured to an open space behind his couch.

"Sure," he replied trying to think of some idle conversation.

Tina looked around while she was setting up and started the conversation for him," nice house. Just you and the wife?" 

"Yes," he replied.

"It's a nice place," the tone of her voice did not make him believe her comment. Jason knew when they dated it was not going to work out but he stayed with her for a while because she was fun to be around, party with, and the sex was some of the best he had ever had. She was just not the woman he wanted to marry and have a family with.

She looked him up and down," are you going to get a massage in jeans and a t-shirt?"

"Oh...oh no...give me a minute," Jason turned and went back to the bedroom taking off all his clothes and wrapping a towel around his waist before going back out to the living room. Tina had the table set up and was pulling some bottles out of a bag she brought in with her.

"Just go ahead and lay down on the table Jason and we'll get started," she pulled an ipod out of her bag and a small base stand with speakers. "How about some relaxing music?"

"Sure," Jason said as he climbed up and laid face down on the massage table.

He heard the music start and then felt something cool falling onto his back. Tina's hand began rubbing in the lotion," so where's your wife?"

"Out of town," his voice came through a bit muffled through the pads his face rested on.

"Still keeping yourself in shape I see," her hands were sliding up and down his back. He felt the tension being coaxed out of his muscles while she worked. He tried not to think about how familiar her hands were to his body. He silently cursed himself for trying to be the nice guy and not turn her away like he should have. Thoughts went back and forth how he was being silly and he was married and then back to wondering how he could let himself get in such a compromising position. Should he ask her why she started doing this instead of her old job? Her hands had moved up to his neck which elicited soft grunts from Jason as her hands worked. Then he wondered if he should not ask in case it brought up a sore issue. Suddenly all thoughts stopped as he noticed he was starting to get excited.

"How does that feel Jason," she asked conversationally," do you want me to be a little firmer?"

"Um...yes a little," her hands answered and he really felt his muscles start to relax. She slowly moved and began to massage his scalp while Jason tried to think about baseball or football or anything but flashbacks of time in bed with this woman. Her hands kept going while the music softly played in the background pulling Jason further into a nice relaxed state while his cock stubbornly continued to grow harder.

The massage progressed from arms then down to legs as she worked his feet, calves, then up to mid thigh before," okay roll over Jason so we can get to the front."

Jason hesitated," well let's go Jason did you fall asleep?"

"Um...no..."

"So let's go I have another appointment after this," she said impatiently.

Jason slowly rolled over while trying to keep the towel in place. He repositioned his hard-on so it would not stick straight up but he knew he could not hide the obvious. He waited for something from Tina but he felt her hands start to rub into his chest as she positioned herself just above his head.

"You know after we broke up Jason I thought about you and how much fun we used to have," her hands kept rubbing into his muscles while she spoke," then I thought about all the sex and what you seemed to like the most. I remember you getting drunk and asking me to tie you up for once instead of the other way around and it never clicked with me until I did some reading," she stopped talking for a moment and Jason knew she wanted him to ask.

"What clicked?"

"You liked it when I had control in bed. Oh you would spank me sometimes but I know you . You just did it because it turned me on. You probably wanted to be spanked more than I did." Jason did not know where the conversation was going but it was not making his erection go away. Her hands had stopped massaging his chest and he felt her working on the front of one of his thighs. "I should have just wrapped you around my finger and made you beg me to keep you on a daily basis. I remember when you had to stop while fucking me to keep from cumming and that look you got when I would tell you how my pussy was too good for you. You loved it," he felt her hand slide up under his towel and start rubbing the underside of his cock.

"Um...Tina...please st..."

"Shhh baby this is just part of the massage," she said as he felt the towel being pulled off of him," I promise my clothes are staying on," he felt lotion falling onto his hard cock and then her hand started massaging it slowly into his shaft. "You probably like this more than sex anyway," her hand started sliding up and down his shaft. Every couple of strokes she would slide slowly over the head and back again. "My pussy would just make you too weak and you would spurt after a couple of strokes," Jason was starting to squirm on the table under her ministrations and soft moans started escaping his lips.

"Oh what's wrong baby?" she teased him. "Tina's little hand have you all worked up?" The soft slow strokes seemed to tease him in just the right way. She seemed to know how to work his cock like it was her own. He would never have had the patience to take it so slowly. "I'm going to get you so worked up and then when your good and ready you can start to beg me baby."

"Wha...unh...uh...what?" he managed to breath out.

"Oh you're going to beg me to let you cum. You'll see honey." She dropped more lotion on the head of his cock and concentrated on the tip. Rubbing it over the head and back up slowly.

"Ohhh...oh fuck," Jason was writhing on the table. He knew he should put an end to this but," this is what you really want baby isn't it? You want someone to take all that pressure of having to cum away from you?" She giggled as he squirmed on the table. "You're so weak but that's okay baby because I am strong. Too strong for you really. I just walked right into your house and within twenty minutes I have your cock totally under my control Jason. We both know that's what controls you don't we?" She stopped and held his cock firmly in her hand," your cock tells you what to do Jason and I know how to control your cock," Jason gasped as she started stroking his member again. "I can't believe I let you hurt when all I had to do was get a handle on this," she started rubbing over the head and back up with her thumb and forefinger. "You know you need this. Listen to your cock tell you what to do," Jason's knuckles were white as they grabbed the sides of the massage table.

"You want to cum don't you baby," she said teasingly.

"Unh...unh huh," Jason grunted.

"Feel all that yummy weakness washing over you baby? You're so helpless and vulnerable right now," she kept her kept rubbing his cock just slow enough to keep him from cumming. "Oh I would have never thought it before but I'm getting turned on seeing you like this," her words just made Jason ache even more inside. "How much longer until you totally give in to me Jason? It's too late to stop me now isn't it?"

Jason couldn't speak only nodded his head in response. "Oh fuck this is hot," Tina was rubbing his cock and if Jason had looked he would have seen her slide her other hand down the front of her scrubs. "Your cock is fucking mine isn't it?"

Jason's head again nodded up and down in response. "Tell me what you want baby...beg Tina to let you squirt all over," Tina's hand moved faster on his cock.

"Pll...pleas....," he gasped.

"Please what you weak little slut?" her voice becoming more forceful as her own hips were grinding into her hand.

"Please...please cum," he cried.

"Yes baby...yes," she screamed as his cock erupted sending rope after rope of cum out of his cock onto his chest and stomach. She kept pumping as her own orgasm rocked through. Her hand milking every last drop from. Jason was lost in the intense feelings passing through him and hardly noticed Tina's own state.

As the tremors started to fade Tina kept up rubbing his cock. She slowly teased the sensitive head making his hips lurch to and fro. "Oooo...so tender aren't we," she teased. "You are going to remember this every time you jerk off Jason and you know it. You are going to masturbate to me owning your cock over and over."

"Guuh....ahhh," he cried out as she continued her assault on his hyper sensitive member.

"No one's ever made you feel like this have they baby?" she cooed.

All Jason could do is shake his head as he squirmed on the table. His cock had already started to harden up again. "Oh I wish I could manipulate you all day Jason but I have to go soon," her hand rubbing more lotion into his member," but I will rub a little more lotion on so you can go rub your cock in worship to me. It wants to cum again for me already Jason. Your cock just telling you what I want it to do."

Jason felt her stop rubbing and gently pulling at his cock coaxing him off the massage table. The lotion and perspiration made his body glisten as she guided him by his cock away from the massage table," kneel down right here for me baby," she said gently pushing down on one of his shoulders as she released his cock.

Jason went to his knees feeling almost too exhausted to stand," now why don't you grab that cock and start rubbing it for me." He complied without thought and started masturbating on his knees right in the middle of his living room," now you can watch me while I get my things together baby but if you want to spurt again with me here just ask." She turned and started wiping off the table and Jason's hand moved up and down as he tried to picture her ass through her scrubs.

Tina turned," how about I give you some help," her hands grabbed the waistband of her scrubs and she stepped out of them and her white, slip-on shoes. She was wearing a skimpy black thong and Jason just got even more turned on seeing her lovely tanned legs and ass again.

Without a word she turned to finish packing away her things. Jason hurried his strokes not wanting her to leave before he came again. He started to feel the build up,"Uh...please...please Tina," at the sound of his voice she turned towards him smiling. "Oh god it's so hot seeing you look so pathetic Jason," she laughed softly," you're going to squirt a mess all over your living room floor because I told you to do it. Cum and tell me how it feels."

Jason felt the rush and then the gush," oh fuck...ahhh god...ahhh," he cried out with each pulse of his cock. He finally collapsed face down as the last of his orgasm washed over him. Moments later he saw Tina's white shoes and he turned to look up at her," here she threw his towel down to him," clean yourself up and go load my things into my car.

She walked out the front door without another word and Jason found himself loading up her car moments later and watching as she drove away. He knew what had just happened and inside he warred with himself at wanting it to happen again and never wanting to see Tina again. 

Massage Therapy Ch. 02



"Ricky, is your penis...hard?"

These words were the first Janice Davidge had clearly heard when she'd climbed the stairs to see what her kids were up to. She had instantly frozen with one leg raised for the top step, for something of this explicitly graphic nature was most certainly not what she'd been expecting. Just a few minutes before, she had pulled into the garage, thrilled to see that her son's car was there, meaning he was back home.

"Well..." She had heard her son reply, his voice containing a nervous, trembling tone. Then, to Janice's further shock and confusion, she'd heard her daughter say, "Oh, Ricky, don't stop your massage!"

Upon entering the house through the inner garage door, Janice had checked near the front door and confirmed that her daughter, Kristin, was home too: her shoes and backpack were there on the floor. And then she'd heard the muffled voices from upstairs and assumed they were both up there, catching up after Richard's long absence at college. With a warmth of pure affection in her heart, she had kicked off her own shoes and had begun padding up the stairs to surprise them when the uninhibited dialogue had frozen her in her tracks.

Shortly after hearing those first shocking words from Kristin, Janice had heard Richard begin to explain to his sister, "A man's thing...his penis...becomes hard when blood begins to flow into—"

Then Kristin had actually giggled: "Silly goose! I don't mean how does it physically get hard—I learned that already. What I mean is, why? Why is it getting hard now?"

"Well, Kristin, the fact of the matter is, I'm a boy, and you're a girl."

"Duh!"

"Shh, let me try to explain. Even though what we're doing right now is to help relieve you of your growing pains, normally when a boy touches a girl's breasts it is considered much more intimate than when a boy touches, say, the girl's shoulders."

And then Janice had heard Kristin ask, "So because massaging my boobs is more intimate than my shoulders, you're getting hard? Like this is...sex?"

Rick: "Well, not exactly sex...but sexual. If you were just a regular girl, and I was a regular guy, it would be a sexual thing for me to feel your breasts. I love you, Kristin, and you are my sister, yes, but I guess my body...my penis...doesn't always know the difference. I'm sorry."

Somehow finding strength in her legs again, Janice had managed to top the stairs and work her way down the hallway to just outside Kristin's door, for that was where this bizarre conversation had been taking place. At this point, her heart pounding rapidly, Janice still hadn't been able bring herself to peek into the room. So she had listened.

Kristin: "Ricky, I'm being affected too, you know."

Richard: "How so?"

Kristin: "Well, you may have noticed but...my nipples are hard."

A pause, then Richard again: "I noticed."

"But there's more," Kristin had continued. "You see, when my nipples get hard, my...well, I get sort of wet...down there."

At this point, Janice had known she'd have to make a decision, because while this conversation may have started out innocently enough—and judging by Kristin's tone, Janice believed this to be the case—it was now heading to a distinctly sexual place that would see these two siblings, her own 18-year-old daughter and 20-year-old son, crossing a line that could never be recovered.

But the fact of the matter was that Janice had been fascinated. In listening to the conversation, she could clearly tell that Richard, the older of the two and the one who should have been more responsible, was in no way provoking or encouraging Kristin to go any further. If anything it was Kristin who wanted more. Poor innocent Kristin was obviously curious and shy about sexual things, but she was clearly quite comfortable with her brother. It didn't seem to occur to either child that what they were doing could be considered incest.

So Janice had let it continue.

Kristin: "What should I do?"

Richard: "Just...just place your hand all the way around it. Get a good grip. That should do it."

"Ricky, how do I massage your penis?"

"Like this."

"Is this good, Ricky? Am I massaging you okay just like this?"

"Yes!" he had blurted in a grunt. "This is just fine, baby."

At this point, an overwhelming desire to see what was going on had overcome Janice. She finally risked a peek around the doorframe, and there before her had been the most erotic of sights: her daughter, topless, sitting on the bed with one of her tiny hands wrapped timidly around her own brother's penis.

Richard's penis! It was huge! And absolutely perfect. Unbelievably erect. Janice had forgotten for a moment that she had been staring at her own son's cock. Automatically her mouth had started watering, and her vagina had actually clenched in a slight contraction of anticipation. Anticipation? Christ, Janice had thought, did I just get horny for my own son?

Blinking and shaking her head to stay focused, Janice had kept her head around the door, and she had watched the rest of the scene openly, for it was clear the kids were quite distracted by their own actions. After several more moments, Janice had managed to pull her gaze off of her son's cock to study his face. She had realized she had begun anticipating his orgasm—actually wanting his orgasm—hoping to see it erupt soon. What was getting into her?

At this point Richard had been saying, "Listen, Kristin, this is important." He was panting now. "The massage you're giving me is going to cause my penis to ejaculate. Do you know what that means?"

Continuing her steady stroking motion, Kristin had said, "Ejaculate? Is that when a man's sperm comes out?"

"Yes! Yes! Exactly."

"You mean I'm going to cause your sperm to come out?"

"Only if that's okay with you, Kristin. But you need to decide now. Very quickly. Now!"

"Is it going to make you feel better?"

"Yes! But...it will make a mess!"

"Will lots of sperm come out?"

"Yes, Kristin, yes!" His hips started to rise up. His buttocks tensed, his toes began to curl. "Please!" he screamed, "Kristin, please decide whether you're okay with this!"

Janice had been amazed. Throughout this entire episode, Richard had actually kept to his senses and was still looking after Kristin's well-being. Even though the poor boy had probably been ready to cum several minutes ago, he was fighting to hold himself off until he was absolutely sure his younger sister would be okay with this.

Janice had watched her daughter glance left and right. Clearly she had been considering what to do. Finally, understandably, poor Richard had grown impatient: "Kristin! Please! Either stop stroking me or go FASTER!"

But Kristin had made her decision: "It's okay, Ricky. You can let it happen now. It's okay, Ricky!" Janice could see that her daughter had started stroking her Richard's cock faster.

"Oh Jesus yes thank you!" Rick had bellowed.

Janice had watched with open amazement as Kristin angled Richard's penis straight up in her quickened stroking pace, and then the first eruption of his sperm had shot out. There followed what must have been six or seven more very powerful spurts that simply thunderstruck Kristin as the white semen flung and splattered all over the place. It had taken a good thirty seconds for the autonomic convulsing of Richard's spurting penis to settle down. Janice couldn't believe her eyes. And to her even greater surprise, she felt a fresh flush of moisture in her pussy.

Staring at the aftermath, Kristin had simply said, "Wow." Janice, trying to bring herself back into some sort of focus, had studied Kristin carefully at this point, concerned that the girl would fully realize what she'd just done for her own brother. Incredibly, Kristin had smiled and said, "Feel better?"

And Richard had smiled back. "Oh, yes. Thank you."

Kristin: "Gonna have to clean you up now, Ricky."

Richard: "Sure thing."

This was now the moment, when it would become known just who had witnessed this entire episode. Janice, licking her lips and trying to figure out how to handle this on the fly, noticed the extra towel on the floor near her. At the moment Richard turned to see her standing there, Janice held out the towel. "Looking for this?"

Everyone froze in stunned silence for several seconds. So many levels of emotions permeating from everyone's expressions that Janice realized it would be up to her to control whether this would become a horrifying nightmare for all, or something that could be dealt with rationally.

So she immediately stepped forward and said, "Richard, be quiet and lie back," when she'd seen him finally sit up in the bed and open his mouth to speak. "You just stay there," she commanded. And to Kristin, "You come with me."

Meek as a mouse, Kristin pulled her semen-covered hands from her brother's softening penis, which dropped over to one of his thighs with a little wet slap. Slowly, Kristin stood up and reached for the towel Janice was presenting her.

"Let's step into my room," Janice instructed her daughter. Kristin lowered her head and moved for the door while wiping sticky sperm from her hands and forearms. Richard had made a noise of protest but Janice cut him off once more: "No, son, just stay there until I come for you. Stay there." In defeated obedience, Richard did just that, reclining back on the bed, closing his eyes in shame.

Just before heading out of the bedroom with her daughter, Janice stepped forward and bent to scoop up Kristin's now-frequently discarded shirt. In doing so, Janice's head came almost level to her son's midsection as he lay on the bed, the other towel still spread out beneath him. She could actually smell his semen now, its pungent fragrance, and she couldn't help but once again secretly admire at how much seminal fluid he'd produced—it pooled and dripped around his groin and thighs.

Swallowing, Janice turned away from Richard without another look at his eyes, fearing he'd detect the sudden hunger she had for a taste of that fluid—Jesus, what was wrong with her? Never before had she even remotely lusted for her own son, but after witnessing such an open, almost peaceful example of how two blood-related family members could please each other sexually, it was as if something had suddenly been triggered within her, right down to her quivering core. Yet somehow she managed to regain her authoritative composure by the time she joined her topless daughter in her own bedroom. She looked at Kristin, who had sat upon the corner of her mother's bed, her hands folded in her lap, her full breasts heaving with a sigh.

"Put this on, please," Janice said, handing Kristin the shirt. She waited while the girl put it on. She wasn't surprised to see that Kristin had a hard time getting the buttons clasped. Just as Janice's had when she'd gone through puberty, Kristin's breasts were simply growing too fast for her wardrobe to keep up with.

Janice decided to sit next to her daughter. She placed a hand on her shoulder and asked plainly, "Do you realize what you have just done?"

Kristin turned and looked at her, here big blue eyes open wide with pleading. "Oh, Mom, listen, please! It was all my fault. I caused it all. But you have to understand—I know how it looked, what we did—but it wasn't really what you think. I mean—I mean, oh please, please don't be mad at Ricky!"

Janice waited for her daughter to get all this out in a rush. She was amazed that Kristin was willing to take all the blame and defend her brother. She listened to Kristin's explanation of how her breasts had been aching so much and how she had asked her brother to massage her, the way Janice had taught them, to relieve the pain therapeutically. Janice didn't recall ever teaching her children how to massage breasts, but she couldn't argue with the logic of the whole situation, objectively speaking.

Whatever the logic, how the hell had a breast-massage turned into a hand-job? Trying to remain calm, Janice asked, "Then how did you end up...pleasuring your brother?"

Again, Kristin desperately begged her mother to believe that she had wanted to do it, that Richard had actually been reluctant. Kristin had been happy to make her brother feel good. To Janice's amazement, her daughter did not feel the least bit uncomfortable, only concerned that her brother would get in trouble.

But things had to be made perfectly clear. She looked her daughter straight in the eye and said, "Kristin, you are telling me that you are totally an completely okay with the fact that you helped own brother achieve ejaculation."

Kristin nodded.

"And you were perfectly okay with him massaging your breasts?"

Kristin nodded again, then said, "It was very nice, Mom. Ricky is so wonderful, and all he wanted to do was help me. I'll admit, lately I've been much more curious about...sexual things, and it was very nice to have someone I can trust show me his penis."

Janice leaned back a little, studying her daughter's face. Janice had always tried to raise her children in a loving, honest and very open environment. Clearly her daughter had taken this directly to heart so that there was literally now no subject that was taboo, including incest.

After a moment, Janice asked, "You're very curious about sex?"

"Yes."

Janice sighed. "Well, I suppose it was inevitable. I mean, you're eighteen now, and most girls your age these days are already quite sexually active."

"I know, Mom. I've been very good. I've stayed out of trouble."

"Until now!"

Kristin actually blushed at this, looking down. "Yes, until now." Then she looked back up. "I'm sorry, Mom. It's just that this sex thing has been really consuming me lately, although I'd suppressed it pretty well, until now, as you say. But this afternoon with Richard I suddenly realized that I could explore and learn more...with someone I love."

Janice studied her daughter's face again, but there was nothing but total sincerity in her eyes. She asked, "Were you planning on having more of these...sessions with your brother?"

"I hadn't thought that quite far ahead, but now that you mention it...yes. That would be very nice."

"You mean you would want him to teach you more about sex?"

Kristin nodded. "Yes."

Janice thought for a moment. Again, trying to think of this purely objectively, what better way for her daughter to learn more about the "birds and bees" than from a close family member would be utterly and completely trusted? She made a decision.

"Wait here," she said. "Don't move a muscle." Leaving Kristin waiting on the bed, Kristin left the room to go find Richard.

She found him exactly as she'd left him, still lying back on Kristin's bed. The only noticeable change was that he had taken one end of the towel under him and had wiped the semen off his body. That end of the towel now hung down again, moist with his sperm. He had taken the other end of the towel and had covered his penis and one hip. Otherwise he was still quite naked, and Janice couldn't help but note that even while flaccid his penis made quite a bulge in the towel.

Richard made to sit up when she entered, but she held a hand up and he settled back down. She sat on the bed beside him, at his midsection. She could feel the side of her hip touching his, the naked one.

She looked him directly in the eye. "Richard, be absolutely honest with me: did you seduce your little sister?"

He swallowed but matched her eye contact. "Mom, I swear, I didn't set out for this to happen. I know I should've known better, but—"

"That's not what I asked, Richard. I asked, did you seduce her?"

"No, Mom, I swear."

"And are you okay with what you and she did just now?"

He glanced away, thinking, then looked back at her. "I...I'm okay with it. I thought it was wonderful. But only if Kristin is okay with it. I don't want to hurt her, Mom."

Janice studied her son's face closely. She knew him well, and she could see the sincerity in his eyes, just like his sister. He truly meant no harm. It was clear the siblings adored each other. She told him, "You know you have aroused a strong curiosity in her now?"

"Really?"

"Yes. She wants to learn more about sex now."

"Oh...I see."

"With you."

At this Richard sat up on his elbows in surprise. The movement made the end of the towel slip from his hip, exposing his penis. Trying to maintain the seriousness of the moment, Janice refrained from looking down at it, even though she could see the fleshy monster in the corner of her vision.

She said, "Listen to me, Richard. Listen very carefully. I am trying to recover the from the shock of seeing my son and daughter fondling each other in a sexual way, but I am going to try and come to grips with this and help you two deal with it. If I yell at you or try to punish you, or keep you two apart, I know I'll not only risk alienating both of you from my life. You'll also certainly find ways to be together when I'm not around."

"Mom, Kristin and I would never hurt you, you know that."

Janice smiled, again seeing the true devotion and respect in her son's face. "I believe you, Richard. That's why I'm going to suggest an arrangement." She turned slightly, allowing herself to glance, finally, down at her son's penis. It was very nice, even in its calm state. She called out, "Kristin, dear, come in here, please."

Kristin entered and both mother and son looked at her. She was wearing her shirt once more, the buttons straining in front of her chest.

Janice said, "Dear, come over here and sit down on the other side of Richard." Glancing back at Richard, and his crotch, she said, "Honey, why don't you cover that up again. We've all seen it now, but we'll try a bit of modesty while we have this serious conversation."

"Sure, Mom, sorry."

Janice waited until they were both on the bed. She glanced at Kristin, "I was just explaining to your brother that I am prepared to deal with the fact that you want to explore the nature of sex with him, but I must insist on a few ground rules." They waited, and Janice explained, "First, you are never, ever to discuss with anyone else on this planet what you have done...or are about to do. To the outside world, this is incest, plain and simple. Understand?"

They both nodded.

"Good. Second, you are never to do this again without my direct permission and supervision. Whenever you are planning to practice something sexual, I want to always know first, period. Got it?"

They nodded again. Janice's heart began racing, realizing what she'd just authorized, realizing where this would lead for her son and daughter.

"Well I guess," Janice said after a beat, "the next move is up to you, Kristin." She turned to her daughter. "You've seen a man's penis now; you know what it looks like soft, erect, and when ejaculating. What else would you like to know?"

Kristin blinked a few times, a bit amazed. She probably hadn't expected us to jump right into it, Janice thought. But for reasons that were becoming more and more personal, more selfish even, Janice wanted to take advantage of the situation.

Her daughter didn't let her down. She said, a bit quietly, "I...well, I sort of...want to know what it...feels like."

"What what feels like?" Janice inquired.

"You know...it."

Richard knew what she was getting at, because his penis actually gave a slight twitch under the towel.

Janice said, "Honey, if we're going to explore the nature of sex, we had better get used to saying the terms directly, or at least the slang. Are you talking about intercourse?"

Kristin nodded.

"Good. Then call it like it is. You want to have intercourse, or sex. It's okay."

Kristin smiled at her brother, then looked at her mother. "I want to have sex, Mom."

Janice turned to Richard. "What about you?"

He was grinning from ear to ear, and the towel had tented. His answer was obvious.




Massage Therapy Ch. 02



Jason kept pulling on the bar to the lat machine trying to focus on the weights while he listened to the music over the gym's PA system. It had been two weeks since he had received his massage from Tina and there was not a day that went by that he did not think about what happened. Every time he began to relive it he would get so turned on he had to find some time alone to masturbate and cum with the realization that Tina was right when she told him it would happen this way. He wanted to call her, to see her again but every time he began to dial he would hang up the phone calling himself a fool.

He was just finishing his third set when he noticed someone standing a few feet off to the side. He looked up to see Tina staring at him with a lazy smile," Don't stop on my account," she said gesturing to the nautilus machine.

"I was actually...um...just finishing up," he stammered out as he realized he was just thinking about her again and here she was.

She gave him a knowing look as she asked," why haven't I heard from you?"

"I...well...Tina it's not as if I haven't thought about," his mind searched frantically for the right words," I have even started dialing your number but..." he trailed off.

"You lost the courage?"

"What? No, no. I...um...well I'm married Tina," he tried to firm up his tone.

"Have you eaten?" she changed the subject.

"Eaten?" he asked.

"Yeah, you know like lunch," she retorted," I just gave someone a massage and I was going to get some lunch. Why don't you come along?"

Jason found his thoughts drifting back to Tina's massage and without thinking found the words coming out," Um...sure."

"Great. Let's head out then," she said before turning and walking towards the front door to the gym. Unlike when he saw her she was not wearing scrubs but rather black spandex shorts and a tight, cut-off t-shirt. Jason grabbed his towel and headed after her his eyes having trouble avoiding her legs and ass. He was so distracted he almost missed Tina looking back over her shoulder and giving him a quick grin before continuing on.

When they reached the parking lot she looked around briefly and headed for his car. Jason did not realize she wanted to ride with him too but as she walked to the passenger door and waited he found himself going over and opening her door for her then closing it as she sat down. He quickly moved around to his side and got in the car," well where should we go?" he asked as he put his key into the ignition and started the car.

"Why don't we just go to my place Jason," she replied as Jason felt her hand on his thigh.

"Tina...I...," he started before she cut him off.

"Stop with the empty words Jason," she said teasingly," we both already know your cock is starting to tell you to just drive to my house," he felt her fingers brush the tip of his hardening cock," just let it do the thinking and things will be so much easier."

Jason turned out of the parking lot heading to Tina's house which was only a few minutes away. When he turned she took her hand off him and he felt a strong desire to have it back there. He was already getting worked up thinking about her hand on his cock.

The drive although short seemed to take an eternity and when they arrived Tina sat in her seat until Jason made his way around to open her door for her. She got out and headed to her front door and Jason followed. When they walked in Jason saw the house had not changed much since they had dated. The familiar surroundings somehow made him feel a little more comfortable.

While Jason looked around Tina headed to a table where she placed her things and then reached into a drawer taking something out. She walked over to stand in front of him, " turn around please," she said.

"Why do you...," Tina interrupted him again.

"This will be better if you listen and respond. Just let your cock do the thinking Jason. You know you think too much and it spoils all the fun you could have," her voice was almost condescending but Jason did as she asked.

She began to rub her hands over his back and pull at the bottom of his shirt pulling it up and over his head. Her finger tips trailed over his arms and slowly pulled them behind his back. He felt something soft and smooth being wrapped around his wrists," let's just start with your favorite Jason," she said as he felt the fabric tighten around his wrists. Once his hand were tied she walked around to his front and bent down pulling off both his shoes, socks, and then standing up to look him in the eye.

"Cock hard so soon," she cooed," it knows how to respond but you clearly need more training."

"Tra...training," he said startled by the word.

"Sweetie I'm gonna teach you how to heel and beg," she said as her fingers moved inside his waistband and pulled down his shorts and underwear with one smooth motion. His cock sprang up to stick out in front of him. Tina said nothing, merely grabbed a hold of it and gently pulled Jason forward by it. Jason was getting more excited than he remembered and his whole body shivered in anticipation of what Tina was doing with him.

"Oh that's more like," she giggled feeling him quiver. "Why don't you just sit here," she maneuvered him to her couch and had him sit in the middle of it. "I'll be right back," she turned and walked back to her bedroom.

Jason watched her walk away and silently cursed himself as if her absence seemed to break the spell she had over him. How did he end up here again? This was crazy. He was tied up and naked. He needed to talk his way out of this somehow. When she came back he would set things straight.

While he waited Jason came up with several ways to let Tina know this was not going to work and then he saw her. She walked into the room dressed in all black. Her bra, panties, stockings, garters, and high heels were all black. She dressed in a similar outfit when they had dated and gave him a lap dance. It was one of the hottest experiences he had ever had with woman.

She stopped in front of him letting him look at her and all his words left him," now let's see what we can do to get a better response out of you Jason," she said sitting down next to him," most women like to punish through pain but that really isn't my thing. I need to teach you a lesson so you will learn to treat me more respectfully," she took a bottle of lotion from a side table and squirted some in her hand. She grabbed a hold of his cock that had started to soften and began to rub the lotion into it.

"Ohhhh," Jason breathed out as her hand started its work.

"How many times Jason?" she asked.

"Too many...to...count," he softly replied in between breaths.

Tina laughed softly in response. "I know how you get when you're tied up Jason. No pressure to have to control yourself anymore is there?" she asked pumping his now rock hard cock.

"Ohhh god," he gasped thrusting his hips up.

"You mean oh Tina baby, oh Tina."

"Oh yes Tina."

"That's better," she purred," just can't help yourself can you? Just have to fuck my hand. Your cock needs release." Her words and her hand were making Jason shake uncontrollably. The orgasm was already building. He could feel the release coming. The dam was about to break in a rush. His legs started to tighten up and he felt the rush about to start and then her hand suddenly stopped.

"Ahhh," he cried as his cock twitched and some come slowly began to leak out of his cock. The pleasure was mixed with intense frustration as the orgasm never manifested. His cock slowly stopped twitching and then he felt her hand resume the stroking.

"Oh that was good baby," she cooed," we need to get all that nasty cum out of your balls, but today it is going to be without an orgasm. Only good boys get that reward," as she spoke he quickly found the orgasm building again.

"Ah fuck, yes Tina," he cried pumping his cock into her hand feeling the rush begin. Right before the dam broke he felt her firmly grasp the base of his cock as his body twitched and semen slowly leaked out of his cock again.

"Oh there's a good boy, one more ought to empty your balls for me," her hand held firm until his body stopped squirming on the couch. When she felt him settle she began to rub again. Jason's head was pressed back against the couch. The pleasure and frustration were too much for him to do anything about. He felt helpless and that feeling created a huge rush. Tina's touch was intensified by the feeling. "Just remember Jason no one can make you feel like this," her hand had slowed down," I know how to break you down baby. I know how to make you mine," Jason merely whimpered while she stroked his cock. He was on pleasure overload. "I'm so hot right now Jason. My pussy is so wet knowing you are going to beg me for my attention soon. Any sexual thought you are going to have is going to be about me," her hand picked up speed and Jason felt the build up start again.

"Please...oh Tina please," he cried as the rush started to overtake him. Before it could wash over him she let go of his cock altogether and laughed as it twitched and more semen leaked out of the head.

"Just remember this next time you think you can keep from calling me and beg to see me again." Tina stood up and unfastened her garters to allow her to pull her panties off. "Now for my pleasure," she pushed Jason down so he was lying on the couch and moved up to straddle his face, one leg standing firmly on the floor. "Now baby give me head the way you used to love to do."

Jason did not think merely responded. He kept licking and suck her clit, every once and a while firming up his tongue allowing her to fuck it. Tina came several times never letting up as she did. It was several hours later when Jason dropped her back off at her car that he finally felt he could look her in the eyes, "Um...thanks...thank you Tina."

Tina laughed out loud," you are so devious Jason," she smiled at him," maybe next time I'll give you the orgasm of your life. Today just be thankful you got to cum at all." She turned and walked to her car and Jason knew this time he would not have the choice of calling.



Massage Therapy Ch. 02



Janice looked down at it, then removed the towel, exposing his nearly-erect penis. It was beautiful to Janice, and her instinct was to reach out and caress it. She managed a little control and maintained her almost clinical tone: "Good, Richard, you'll be ready again soon. But we need to make sure the two of you are fully prepared for this. Since Kristin is a virgin, it will not be easy for her the first time." She turned to Kristin, "Are you lubricated?"

Kristin said, "I was pretty wet when Richard was massaging me."

"Well, that was a little while ago. I don't want you to get hurt. You need to be as lubricated as possible, with your labia and vagina as engorged as possible for insertion." She paused, then said. "Strip naked and lie down with your brother."

Kristin stood and for what seemed like the twentieth time that day began removing her shirt. Janice envied her. Her own massive breasts were beginning to ache at the eroticism of the moment; her nipples seemed ready to pierce through her own constraining bra and shirt.

As her daughter stripped, the shirt now gone and the socks coming off, Janice watched her son. He was mesmerized by Kristin, which was understandable as he was about to see her completely naked for the first time. In the next minute, both son and daughter were fully nude, and as Kristin went to lie beside Richard, Janice was happy to see that her daughter's bush was neatly trimmed, only a small dark thatch above the visible lips of her vagina. She explained to the kids that this lack of hair would help ease the penetration.

"But first," she instructed, "you two should fondle and kiss. Feel free to explore each other. Do not underestimate the importance of foreplay."

Her kids didn't need to be told twice. They were suddenly all over each other, kissing deeply and desperately. Janice could tell right away that Richard was the more experienced kisser, and Kristin was clearly happy to let him take the lead. He massaged not only her breasts now but also her sides and buttocks and back. She pressed into him and rubbed her body instinctively back and forth against his erection. Janice had to stand and move away to let the two go at it for a while. There was no hurry; she would let them get this out of their system.

After a few more minutes, as if by some mental telepathy, the kids stopped what they were doing and both turned toward their mother, who was standing there, watching and admiring. Richard said rather breathlessly, "Mom...are you sure...are you sure you're okay with this?"

Janice smiled, stepped forward, and rested her hand on her son's forehead. "I am, Richard." She let her fingers slide casually down the side of his face, and in the heat of the moment he instinctively kissed her fingers, sending a jolt of electricity through Janice's extremities and into her very core. She felt her pussy contract for not the first time that afternoon. But right now this was about them, her kids. She pulled her hand back and said, in a somewhat unsteady voice, that if they were ready they should position themselves in the classic missionary position. They complied. In bringing his face level with hers, Richard's hard penis was now resting down between Kristin's thighs, which were closed. They both looked up at her, waiting for permission—or instruction—for the next move.

Kneeling down next to them, Janice said, "Kristin, honey, you need to open your legs."

"Like this, Mom?"

"Yes, and raise your knees a little. Yes, like that, good."

Following her mother's advice as well as her own carnal instincts, Kristin allowed her knees to come up and drift apart, granting Richard unobstructed access to her womanhood. Richard, who'd had sex with a few girls and knew what to do, was already up on his elbows, ready to bring his body up along Kristin's so that his penis could go in.

"Mom," Kristin said, "am I ready now? Am I wet enough?"

"Well," Janice began, then trailed off, not sure how to answer. It was quite likely that her daughter was lubricated enough, but she was clearly nervous. It was up to her mother to reassure her. So she did the only logical thing, she reached a hand between them, brushing along a thigh and stomach, until her knuckles brushed right up against Kristin's opening.

"Ohh!" Kristin cried. Richard was looking down, watching this. His eyes were wide, his face flush. He was absolutely ready himself.

Janice turned her hand and allowed her fingertips to trace up and down along her daughter's labia. She then pulled back slightly, rubbed her fingers together and nodded, "Oh yes, baby, you're quite ready now."

Kristin smiled, but it was a nervous smile. She cocked her head up and looked at the enormous penis now poised just in front of her pussy. "I'm a little scared, Mom."

Richard added, "I don't want to hurt her, Mom."

Janice said, "We'll take it slow, don't worry. Kristin, you'll be tight in there for sure, but with all of the sports activities you've done throughout high school, I would be surprised if your hymen was intact. You'll feel discomfort at first, probably not much pain. But your brother's penis, he'll be happy to know, is much larger than average, so it'll take a little getting used to."

Richard grinned proudly. His poised cock gave a twitch, causing a small glob of pre-cum to drip down.

Kristin whimpered a little, "Help me, Mom. I want this to be perfect."

Janice thought about this for a moment, only a moment. She knew what she wanted to do, and now she had a perfect way to do it. She said, "I will guide you, my children." With that, she turned her hand away from her daughter's vagina and moved it toward her son's penis. At last she was able to do what she wanted: she gently wrapped her fingers around his shaft.

"Oh, Mom!" he exclaimed at the sudden feeling.

"Shh," Janice whispered. "It's okay, dear. It's okay."

For a moment, she allowed herself a selfish gesture. She stroked her son a couple of times, allowing her fingers to explore the swollen purple head, the long thick shaft, the course pubic hair at the base, then back up again. She was suddenly very jealous of what her daughter was about to experience.

"Are you ready?" she asked, hoarsely.

The two kids gasped and nodded. Kristin leaned back and closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable. Richard looked down, clearly enjoying his mother's hand on his cock, which was about to go inside his sister.

"Here we go," Janice whispered.

Using her free hand to gently nudge her son's firm ass, she guided him forward. He complied and she gently guided the head of his penis up against Kristin's opening. Both kids—and even Mom—let out a gasp at this. Pre-cum had been leaking profusely from Richard's tip, and plenty of moisture was all over Kristin's loins now, so it was with quite little effort that the head slid right in.

Everyone let a soothing breath out, and under Janice's guidance everyone paused, just getting used to the feeling. Janice herself was quite shocked at the fact that in one hand she could feel both her son's cock and her daughter's pussy joined in sexual union. Her hand was wet with their fluids. She slide her hand down, using these fluids to lubricate the rest of Richard's cock. Though it wasn't necessary, she went all the way down to his heavy balls, giving them a loving squeeze.

"Oh jeez, Mom, nice!" Richard blurted.

Kristin opened her eyes and moved her head to see what was going on. She saw her mother still working her brother's cock and balls with her hand, which made her giggle. "That's so cool, Mom!"

They all let out a tension-relieving laugh, but then it was time to go further. Janice said, "Let's make this happen now. Ready to go deeper, kids?" They both said yes, and with another push against Richard's ass, which Janice was now openhandedly caressing, she guided him further, deeper.

For several minutes, they worked their way deeper and deeper together. Now and then Kristin, through gritted teeth, begged them to pause, to hold it, to let her get used to him. "So big," she kept saying. "So big!"

Another few minutes, more gentle nudging, more careful thrusting, and finally, while she had been holding and caressing the base of his shaft, Janice felt that same hand come into contact with her daughter's vagina again. This was it, he was fully in, and it was time to let them achieve total insertion. She slowly pulled her hand back; when she looked down at it, it was slick with bodily fluids.

"There," Richard grunted, "I think I'm fully in you, Kristin. I'm fully inside you now, baby."

"Oh, my Richard! Yes! Yes, you are! God, I can feel you in my guts now! You're so big, so deep!"

Janice sat back on her haunches and watched her kids begin to thrust back and forth against each other quite independently now. "This is it," she told them. "You are now having intercourse, having sex. You are now...making love."

Tears were in Kristin's eyes now, tears of joy. Rocking back and forth underneath her brother, "Yes, Mom...thank you, Mom! This is what I wanted! Thank you—oh!"

Kristin shut up quickly and began grunting in time to her brother's thrusts, because now that he'd achieved full penetration, now that she was somewhat used to his girth and length, his own animal instincts were kicking in, and the boy was picking up a steady pumping motion.

In, out...in, out...in, out....

Although this was a special and magical moment for Kristin, Janice realized this must be the coming true of an outright fantasy for Richard. Everyone knew that a typical guy's Number One desire was to be with two women at once. Although Janice was still fully clothed and not actually engaging in intercourse with them, it was quite the erotic setup to have her reaching in with her hand, caressing his penis, and guiding it deeper into Kristin's pussy. Then there was the fact that they were all closely blood-related. Surely the boy would've cum by now at the sheer magnitude of this situation, but since he had just ejaculated not twenty minutes before, he was clearly able to hold out for a little longer.

Ejaculation? "Oh shit," Janice mumbled under her breath. She couldn't believe she hadn't thought of this before. Her children were having unprotected sex! Up until this moment Kristin had been a virgin; she was not on any form of birth control. There was every likelihood that Richard would impregnate her, his own sister. She knew she should remind Richard to be sure to pull out when he was ready to cum. But she hated to interrupt what was perhaps the most beautiful lovemaking she had ever witnessed, happening right before her. She didn't want to do anything to cut short this wonderful moment for the two of them.

"Oh, God, Richard," Kristin was panting. "It's so huge...so deep, but I think—yes, I think...I think I'm going to be able to climax!"

"Really?" Richard said, thrusting deeply into her. "Your gonna cum?"

"Yes, baby, I think I can. I actually think I'm going to...yes, harder—wait, no—yes, just like that. That speed, baby. You'll make me cum that way."

Janice leaned forward. "That's wonderful, dear. If you can achieve orgasm during your first lovemaking, you are truly special. Just let it flow through you."

"I am, Mom...I am...oh, it is so wonderful! So—so—so—oh...my...GOD!"

With one hard thrust, Richard was smart enough to know he should hold it and let his beautiful sister feel what was truly a deep-penetrating orgasm wrack through her very core. Janice could see her thighs vibrate, her chest heave, her face flush. This was a huge orgasm, and it lasted for several seconds. As it ebbed, and as Kristin's screams turned to sobs and then whimpers, Richard began to move back and forth again, thrusting deep, deep into his sister.

It wasn't long before his own pending orgasm began to well up inside him, and he had the good sense to turn to his mother, a desperate, questioning look on his face.

Easily reading his expression, Janice leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "It's okay, son. Inside her is okay." Being this close to his mother's face, Richard actually turned and gave her a gentle, sensuous kiss on the lips.

"Thank you," he whispered back.

He then turned back to his sister and proceed to giver a vigorous and guilt-free fucking. Janice had already decided that she'd arrange for her daughter to get the morning-after pill tomorrow, just in case. She'd then arrange for her Kristin to go on the pill, or the patch, because it was obvious these kids would want to repeat this act.

"Are you ready?" Richard asked. "Are you ready for me to cum, baby?"

"Yes!" Kristin screamed. She began shaking her head back and forth. "And be quick, baby! I'm going to cum again!"

With sweat shining on their bodies now, the two children, Janice's son and daughter, slammed their bodies together, each desperate to cum simultaneously with the other, quite a remarkable feat for two somewhat inexperienced lovers. Janice could only watch in wonder, and in lust. She had placed a hand on her son's ass again, wanting to feel his movement, their movement, together. With her other hand, she reached up and squeezed one of her daughter's large breasts. Now she was connected to them, as if closing a giant circuit of sexual electricity, experiencing their pleasure through their vibrations and body heat.

"I'm close," Richard grunted, thrusting hard into his sister. "Close!"

Repeating the words she had used the last time she had helped her brother cum, Kristin cried out, "It's okay, Ricky. You can let it happen now. It's okay, Ricky!" This was followed by a high-pitched scream of ecstasy, for she was now erupting into her second massive orgasm.

"Oh Jesus yes thank you!" Rick bellowed. "I'm cumming, sis! I'm cumming, Mom!"

At the very last second, as her children's climaxes converged, Janice slid her hand down from the meaty part of Richard's ass, between his legs, and connected with his scrotum just as she felt it contract, blasting what had to be huge amounts of hot sperm deep into Kristin's virgin womb. Contraction upon contraction wracked both kids' bodies, and as she continued to reach down between them Janice could actually feel their orgasms crescendo.

Amazingly, despite no direct stimulation for herself, Janice also experienced a subdued but definitely pleasurable climax. They had all cum together, mother, son and daughter.

It took a full three minutes for the three of them to come down from their orgasmic high. Richard collapsed on his sister, their naked bodies meshed in sweat and semen and saliva. His chest had pushed Janice's hand hard and flat against Kristin's breast. With her other hand she held firm to her son's balls and the base of his cock, helping to keep it deep inside his sister.

She had done it. She had shown her children now to make love and how wonderful the experience could be. But this was just the basics. She knew her children would be hungry for more, and they would be looking at their mother to teach them more.

After ten minutes of quiet rest, Janice quietly encouraged her son and daughter to go to her own master bathroom, to her oversized shower, and help each other clean up. Once she'd heard them step under the warm water together, giggling and kissing and caressing, Janice made another decision. If she was going to show them the more advanced ways of making love, she would have to show them...personally.

When she stood to go down the hallway to join them, her clothes were left in a neat little pile next to her son's and her daughter's.



Massage Therapy Ch. 03



Janice Davidge had done it. She had shown her children how to make love and how wonderful the experience could be. But this was just the basics. She knew her children would be hungry for more, and they would be looking at their mother to teach them more.

After ten minutes of quiet rest, Janice encouraged her son and daughter to go to her own master bathroom, to her oversized shower, and help each other clean up. Once she'd heard them step under the warm water together, giggling and kissing and caressing, Janice made another decision. If she was going to show them the more advanced ways of making love, she would have to show them...personally.

When she made her way hallway to join them, her clothes were left in a neat little pile next to her son's and her daughter's.

Boldly and nakedly, Janice padded into the master bathroom. It was already humid and steamy from the huge, powerful double sets of shower heads blasting away against the nude bodies of her 20-year-old son, Richard, and 18-year-old daughter, Kristin. Both of her kids were facing her direction, with Richard standing behind his sister, lathering up her hair with shampoo. Enjoying the soapy scalp massage, Kristin's eyes were closed, and Richard had been enjoying watching her naked rear as he cleaned her hair. But when his naked mother entered the bathroom he stopped massaging and stood agog.

"Mom!" he exclaimed.

Kristin opened her eyes in a precautionary squint, leery of shampoo getting in them. But upon sight of her mother's naked body approaching, her eyes went wide and she put her hands to her face.

"Wow, Mom!" she exclaimed as well. "Look at you!"

The kids were clearly impressed with their mother's physique. Despite fast approaching 40, Janice was in model-perfect shape. She took her role as the director of a sports medicine clinic seriously, knowing that her own health and appearance served as an influence and inspiration—and thus perfect advertising—for what patients could achieve at her facility. Her personal aggressive workout regimen, combined with an adherence to a strictly controlled diet, allowed her to look as good at 40 as she did at 20. The only thing she personally avoided was any artificial means of physical enhancement: no boob jobs, no face lifts, etc. There were crows feet in her eyes when she smiled, and her hair couldn't quite maintain its naturally auburn sheen without just a little extra product now, but otherwise she was a damned fine woman.

Her skin was smooth and she was incredibly toned, even tending toward the muscular side. Her breasts, even larger than Kristin's, remained pert and firm atop her shapely chest. Her stomach—what she considered the hardest thing to maintain—was flat, with even the slightest hint of a "wash board." The muscles of her legs were toned, her ass still high and taught. And both of her kids were pleasantly surprised to see that their mother kept her vagina 100% shaved and smooth as a baby's butt.

Richard, who had managed to keep his cock in a more or less flaccid state since ejaculating into his sister some moments ago, had to glance down at the fact that his member was once again twitching to life. It poked Kristin in the butt. She too glanced down at it, then turned back to her mom with a giggle, "I think Ricky wants you to join us, Mom."

Janice smiled and quipped, "I figured we could do our part in conserving water if we showered together."

Richard eagerly opened the big shower door for his mother, who stepped in. Realizing he was openly staring at her, he finally blushed and looked down, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. Kristin's reaction was quite the opposite: she stepped forward and immediately embraced her mother, instantly getting her wet and soapy. Janice returned the embrace and let herself be guided by her daughter under the powerful streams. She used to think that it had been an overindulgence to have built such a massive shower, but now she was thrilled because all three of them could easily fit in here and enjoy themselves.

As their mother took a few minutes to catch up to the level of shampooing and soapiness, Kristin and Richard stood a little behind her, touching each other, and admiring just how sexy Mom was. Richard's mouth watered at the sight of his mother's perfect ass. He'd always known she was a sexy, beautiful creature, but with this new introduction to open incest, he was becoming increasingly eager to touch her and experience her as sexually as he had his little sister. 

For her part, Kristin too was eager to explore things with her mother. Having just had sex for the first time, she felt like the floodgates of sensuality had been opened. It had never really occurred to her before that she could actually be drawn physically to another woman, but fresh was the memory of her mother's delicate fingers carefully probing her pussy to ensure that she was moist enough to receive her big brother's huge penis. She glanced at her brother, and she could tell by the way that he was staring at Mom that he was thinking very similar thoughts.

Kristin felt so happy that her brother, a man she truly loved, had been the one to take her virginity. And she looked forward to making love with him over and over again for as long as she could. She also realized that if she could share Ricky's body with anyone else on this planet, it would definitely be with Mom. If Ricky wanted to make love to Mom, and if Mom was willing, Kristin decided right then that she'd be okay with it.

Janice finished rinsing her hair and slicked it wetly back, then turned toward her kids. She couldn't believe how immediately and totally comfortable she was to be naked with them. What's more, she had just watched her kids make love. Hell, she had even helped bring about that union, having personally guided her son's thick penis to the entrance of her daughter's virginal womanhood! This last thought reminded her of that which she wanted to experience again: touching her son's penis. 

She looked at it now while he stood next to his sister. It was about half-erect at the moment, and already a monster of a cock. Janice realized that she hadn't experienced a cock of any kind in—God—at least a couple of years! She'd been so focused on her career it had just become easier and easier not to bother dating. But in recent months she'd become increasingly sexually frustrated, and she knew she wanted to sleep with a guy soon. Never in a thousand years would she have thought that the next man she wanted to take to bed would be her own son!

"Richard," she said, wiping some water from her face, "your sister clearly enjoyed the massage you performed on her breasts. Mind if I experience your technique first-hand?"

Her son grinned widely and stepped forward. Janice turned her back to him so that he could reach around and cup her breasts, which he eagerly did. Janice let out a sigh. It had been a long time since a nice strong man had hefted the considerable weight of her large breasts. Just this first embrace was enough to send shivers of pleasure to her very core. In a husky voice, Janice encouraged her son to use a little shower gel to lather her up, thus making the massage smoother and easier. 

Kristin stepped very close to them and freely explored their bodies with her hands. Sometimes she shared in massaging one of her mom's breasts with Richard, sometimes she would explore him. Although she had just had sex with him, this was her first real opportunity to thoroughly explore his body. The genes of good physique ran through this family, apparently, because her brother was quite frankly a real stud. His shoulders were broad and strong. His chest and torso were rigid and firm. Muscles noticeably rippled on his arms as he massaged his mother's chest. And his ass...oh wow, Kristin was suddenly in love with his firm ass, and she showed her feelings by kissing and licking each cheek, causing him to chuckle.

And of course, she frequently allowed her hands to explore his cock and balls. Having just cum twice, he was not quite as quick to regain the full raging erection he'd had before, but he sported a constant semi-erection that still blew Kristin's mind. Her small hands could barely encircle the shaft, and his balls felt heavy and ominous as she cupped them. She really wanted to try giving him a blow job, knowing that guys loved this, but she would wait until a little later; she didn't want to disrupt the wonderful massage Richard was giving Mom's breasts.

"You are so beautiful, Mom," Richard said as he continued stroking and kneading her breasts. "I just love that we can all do this together."

"Mmmm...thank you, Richard," Janice cooed in response. "And I'm happy about this too."

Kristin said, "I don't think I ever want to wear clothes in this house again!"

Janice chuckled, "It might get a little chilly in the winter time, but I don't mind the idea of that at all—oh my!" Without warning she was feeling her son's long penis resting along the crack of her ass. She heard Kristin giggling and realized it had been her who had lifted Richard's thick shaft and positioned it there. She would giggle again and put it back when it would slip down again. But after a couple of repetitions of this, Richard's cock stopped slipping down; it had finally become fully erect again, and he was now pulling his mother against him, grinding his cock shaft deep into her ass crack. 

"Oh, Richard," Janice moaned. "That feels so good, baby."

Just as she was getting used to the feeling of her son's hard cock pressing up behind her, she felt a soft feminine hand begin touching her front, right along her exposed pussy. She heard her daughter saying, "It's amazing how smooth you are, Mom. When did you start doing this?"

Janice breathlessly tried to reply, "A few...a few months now. Thought I'd give it a try, and...well, I liked the way it looked."

"I like it too," Kristin said. "Maybe you can help me shave my vagina that smooth one of these days."

"Sure, baby, I'd be happy too. I bet your brother would like to see us walking around the house naked with both of our pussies smooth and exposed."

Richard's initial response was to groan and ooze a fresh burst of precum from his penis. He then said, "Mom...can I...may I kiss you?"

Janice twisted her head around to face him. "Of course you can, baby." He immediately lowered his had and pressed his lips to hers. She kept her mouth slightly open and was rewarded by the warmth of her son's probing tongue. She entwined her own tongue with his. Soon he had her turned fully toward him, against him, and they began to make out in earnest. Janice was only a couple of inches taller than Kristin, so Richard's 6-foot frame towered over her too, and she could feel his rigid cock pressing up along her upper-abdomen, almost to the point of her sternum between her breasts. Oh how she looked forward to mounting that monster cock....

Kristin marveled at the beautiful sight of her mother and brother finally kissing like lovers. She had always loved them as part of her family, but she was beginning to fall utterly in love with both of them as well. It was such a powerful feeling within her that tears formed in her eyes. She leaned toward both of them and allowed her hands to explore their backs and buttocks as they kissed.

While making out with her son, Janice allowed one of her hands to drop between them. She was eager to get a grip on her son's penis again. Incredibly, it felt even larger and thicker than when she'd first guided it with her hand toward her virgin daughter's vagina. Maybe she was just able to get a better angle on manipulating it. Either way, she had the ironic thought that if she was able to get this big thing inside her, she would probably feel just as virginal as her daughter, because it had been far, far too long since she'd had a man inside her. And not since her ex-husband, several years ago, had she experienced a penis so large. She wasn't sad to be without her bastard of an ex, but she was certainly glad that the bastard had at least passed down his big-dick genes to her son!

Briefly letting up from the kiss, Richard breathlessly moaned, "I want you, Mom."

"I know," she replied. "I want you too." She felt his cock give a powerful lurch in her hand when she'd said that. "But I want our first time to be as special as it was with Kristin. Let's get out of here before we turn into prunes."

There were a few minutes of playful splashing and dancing around each other, teasingly poking and gripping at various erogenous body parts, before the water was finally turned off and they all stepped out to begin toweling each other off. Richard watched with open admiration of their beauty as his mother and sister took some extra minutes to blow-dry their long hair into something that wouldn't become a matted bed-head mess in anticipation for what was to come.

What was to cum, he mused to himself. How had returning home for a simple break from college suddenly become the most erotic and fascinating night ever? Hell, it was just the beginning of the weekend, and he'd already cum twice! He was hard and eager to fuck his mother now, but he realized he was going to have to pace himself. Then again, all three of them were so suddenly and fully comfortable with each other, he knew that no one would be rushing any one to do anything too soon or too frequently.

With the blow-drying done, both women wrapped thick cotton towels around themselves, and the image created for Richard was two sexy sisters, not mother and daughter. Either way it was just as incest and just as hot! But he also realized something....

"Hey," he said, "what's with the towels?" They turned and looked at him, both smiling to see that he was still 100% naked, though his cock had lowered to just half-mast again. "Didn't we just agree on a new dress code?"

The two girls glanced at each other, then realized that donning the towels had been instinctual. They both laughed and raised their arms. Richard took his cue and reached out to both of them, getting a grip on their towels and pulling as the two ladies spun in seemingly choreographed circles until the towels were unwound and flung away, exposing two freshly showered and fully naked goddesses. Richard's cock twitched.

"Hey," Kristin said. "I know this sounds crazy, but is anyone hungry? I'm just realizing I'm starving!"

Richard said, "You're not going to believe this, but the whole point of me getting here early was to surprise you both with dinner."

Janice grinned and nudged her daughter. "I think I'd rather have him for dessert, wouldn't you, Krissy?"

They all laughed and nakedly made their way downstairs to the kitchen. Knowing that her son would be home and would want to cook for them, one of his favorite hobbies, Janice had earlier in the week stocked up on fresh vegetables and meats. But she didn't think this was going to be the time for Richard to spend an hour or two preparing a meal from scratch, so what she pulled out of the fridge were various left-overs: some pasta, sliced melon, a little cheese, etc. When she closed the refrigerator door and turned, she saw her two naked kids sitting at the kitchen table, quite nude, and beaming with amusement. Janice looked down at her own naked self and saw that her nipples had hardened into very pointed darts from the chilly air of the fridge. 

"Let me warm you up," Richard said, moving toward her and immediately taking a cold hard nipple into his mouth. Janice moaned and laced her fingers through his still-damp hair.

"That looks like fun," Kristin said. "May I try?"

Janice was slightly surprised to hear that from her daughter. Although they had made physical contact with each other several times today—as Janice had helped her kids start having sex, in the shower—this would be the first time her daughter did something blatantly sexual with her. To Janice's own added surprise, she realized that she not only didn't mind the idea of having her breast sucked by her daughter, she was looking forward to it!

"Please, my dear," Janice told her. "Enjoy yourself."

The next thing she knew, Janice was looking down at the tops of the heads of her son and daughter, each of whom were now suckling her, and it was enough to make Janice actually experience the slightest of orgasms although neither kid was directly touching her pussy. She tried to remain steady on her feet and let the suckling continue for several moments.

While they both hunched over suck their breasts, Kristin reached to her brother and stroked his penis, causing him to moan into his mother's breast. For his part, he reached forward and tentatively traced his fingers along his mother's slit, directly touching her vagina for the first time. He heard his mother sigh with pure pleasure, and he marveled at how wet and ready and swollen his mother's labia were. He lusted for the moment when he could finally enter the woman who had given birth to him.

Eventually, Kristin let go of her brother's cock and lifted from her mother's breast. "I really am hungry!" she said. "I want to make love to both of you all day long, but I don't want to pass out from lack of nourishment!"

Janice chuckled and lightly pushed back on Richard, encouraging him to sit back down at the kitchen table. Kristin sat across from him and they both watched their mother spread out the food and provide some plates, forks and knives. It would have been a perfectly domestic scene had all the family members not been naked, with dripping pussies and an on-again-off-again erection...

As the kids snacked, Janice went to a cupboard and pulled out a bottle of red wine. If ever there was a time to enjoy a drink, it was now. She poured herself a healthy glass then sat at the table with her kids, wincing to their light giggles as the coolness of the wooden chair touched her naked skin. She sipped her wine and smiled back as they munched.

After several samples of various items, Richard said, "Mom, think I could have a little of that?"

"Hmm..." Janice mused. "Are we going to break every rule in the book this weekend?"

"Oh, Mom, I'm going to be twenty-one in just a matter of months."

Janice smiled. "Oh, all right. It's not like we're doing shots of tequila."

"Got any?"

She reached out and swatted his naked thigh. "Don't push your luck." She slid her wine glass to her son and got up to get another one for herself.

Kristin, her mouth full of a slice of watermelon, mumbled, "I want some too!"

"Oh really!" Janice said, feigning an authoritative tone. "Well...perhaps a sip or two."

"Yay!"

Janice got two more glasses. She filled one quiet full for herself, then splashed a little into the other for Kristin. In truth, she wasn't such a prude as to mind her 18-year-old daughter having a harmless glass of wine, but part of her still wanted to ensure that everything her daughter was doing physically right now was of her own free will. Getting too inebriated would cloud her judgment, and she might end up doing something she'd end up regretting in the days ahead.

For another half hour or so, mother, son and daughter snacked and sipped wine together. Despite the incestuously erotic fact that they were all completely nude, they were also so comfortable with each other that they actually fell into an otherwise mundane conversation about how they'd all been. Richard talked about how busy he'd been at school, project after project, and Kristin grumbled about how her partners on her own science project were not working as hard as her to get a good grade. Janice let her kids know that her sports medicine clinic was doing well and that several new patients had started up there, meaning business and prosperity for several months to come. In all, each of them was doing just fine. Life could not be better.




Massage Therapy Ch. 03



Correction, Janice thought, life was definitely getting better, because in addition to loving each other, they were now free to make love to each other! Her pussy, still eager for cock, quivered at the thought.

Seeing that everyone was wrapping up their "dinner" and getting to the bottom of their wine glasses, Janice decided she wanted to move things back upstairs as soon as possible. With deliberate action, and knowing it would surprise them both (in a good way), she set down her now-empty glass, dropped to her knees under the table, and crawled directly toward her son's thick but flaccid penis. In one combined motion, she hefted his girth in one hand and guided it directly into her mouth.

Richard yelped in surprised pleasure, and Kristin immediately bent down under the table to watch what her mother was doing. "Wow! Go for it, Mom!"

Janice smiled around her son's penis. She actually liked the fact that for this first time sucking her son he was starting out completely flaccid. It would probably be the only time she could actually get the whole thing into her mouth, she realized. But his softness didn't last long. She immediately felt him begin stiffening, and she marveled at how steadily and powerfully his member began to grow as she fellated him. She worried momentarily that she was a little out-of-practice at giving blow jobs, but she reassured herself that the pure taboo of a mother blowing her own son would be more than sufficiently enjoyable for Richard.

She added to his enjoyment by occasionally letting his cock slip out of her mouth, but only so that she could lick up and down his shaft, and then around his heavy testicles. Richard merely bent his head back and moaned constantly from the feelings. Kristin was now down on the floor next to her mother, watching and studying.

"You are doing that really well, Mom," she said. "I hope you'll teach me to be as good as you."

Smacking her lips, Janice said to her, "I'll be happy to tutor, sweetie, in time. But there's something I want to do first." She backed away from her son's raging erection, letting go of it and watching it bounce and twitch. She heard him give a little disappointed gasp, but he wouldn't be disappointed for too long. Janice stood and looked at them. "Come join me in my bed, my children."

They didn't need to be told twice. Hand-in-hand the children obediently followed their naked mother, smiling broadly at how her tight round ass sashayed back and forth as she climbed the stairs just in front of them. When they got to the master bedroom Janice pulled the covers back, then crawled in the bed. She turned and looked at her kids. She was very happy to see that Richard's penis had remained hard and long.

"Krissy," she said to her daughter. "I would very much like to make love to Richard now, if that's okay with you."

Kristin said, "Of course, Mom! Ricky felt so good inside me, I would be thrilled for you to experience him too!"

"Thank you, baby," Janice said. It was what she wanted to hear. By introducing her children to sex, she instinctively knew that the two of them would want to "date" each other, or at least become primary partners with each other. Janice didn't want to interfere with such a bond without complete commitment from her daughter. She didn't worry about her son too much, knowing that guys don't bond emotionally so quickly. 

"Come here, son," Janice said. Richard obeyed. She felt the mattress move under her as his weight settled down on it. Kristin found her own little corner of the bed and sat cross-legged, completely exposing her moist pussy to them but otherwise unaware of her own nudity. This was going to be a lesson for her, and she had a front-row seat!

Richard slid up next to his mother and embraced her. He cupped one of her large breasts then leaned down to kiss her. They made out for several minutes before she briefly broke her lips from his and breathed, "Make love to me, Richard."

"I will, Mom, soon," he promised. "But there's something I want to do first." He began kissing his way down her body, pausing at each breast, focusing for a few moments on one nipple and then the other, then slowly down her tummy. Into her soft skin he mumbled, "There's a favor I need to return."

Janice excitedly anticipated the direction Richard was going. She was still amazed with herself at how eager she suddenly was to have her own flesh-and-blood son go down on her. It was only icing on the cake that he was proceeding in this direction with his sister, Kristin, watching. Janice glanced her way and smiled when she noticed that her daughter was lightly and absentmindedly fingering her own swollen clitoris as she watched her mother and brother move their naked bodies together.

Richard eventually found his way down to his mother's completely bald pussy. There was absolutely no difficulty for him in finding her engorged clit poking out from her labia. But he purposely avoided applying any direct pressure to that spot with his mouth or hands. His experience with cunnilingus was somewhat limited, but he knew that part of what made it enjoyable for women was steadily building up to direct stimulation, not always just diving right in. Richard was determined to make this as memorable and pleasurable as he could for his beautiful mother.

Janice's breathing shifted suddenly when she felt her son's tongue begin to make light teasing trails up and down the outside of her vagina and inner thighs. She'd been expecting, perhaps hoping, that he'd simply plant his face into her snatch and lick away, but she realized that he was going to take his time and "torture" her. It would be exquisite torture.

Still gently playing with herself, Kristin leaned forward and got a closer look at what Richard was doing to her mother with his mouth. "Oh Ricky," she said softly, amazed at what she was seeing, "I hope you'll do this to me some day."

Richard grinned into his mother's crotch, intoxicated by her womanly scent. "I will, sis," he promised. "You'll have your chance soon."

He returned his attention to his mother and finally began to lick more directly between her puffy labia. Janice moaned and sighed in wonton pleasure, already feeling the build-up of a massive orgasm. She'd enjoyed a couple of very light non-contact climaxes this afternoon, but what was building now would be one for the record books. She'd been so busy in recent weeks it had been a long time since she'd even masturbated, so this orgasm was definitely something she was looking forward to.

"Oh Richard," she cooed, encouraging him to continue. "You're making Mommy feel so, good baby. Soooooo gooooood."

Richard's response was only to continue his lapping at his mother's cunt, and along with his tongue he began gently probing her entrance with a finger. The sensation caused his mother to lift her hips slightly, desperate to feel more pressure from her son, and he was encouraged to probe deeper, to suck harder. He made steady but torturously slow progress until at last his lips and tongue finally found his mother's clitoris, and mere seconds after he began sucking on it, he felt his mother's entire body tense up.

It felt as if her very soul was being blasted into orbit. Janice climaxed more powerfully than she ever had in years, and she was not shy about screaming out at the top of her lungs.

"Oh, Richard, oh my son! I'm cumming! I'm CUMMING SO HARD!"

Richard hung on for dear life, trying to maintain his "grip" on his mom's clit with his lips, as she thrashed on the bed in orgasm. As his mother continued to moan he suddenly heard a second feminine wail of pleasure. Out of the extreme corner of his vision he saw his sister Kristin, still sitting Indian style but hunched over with her own orgasm. She'd been playing with herself this whole time, and hearing their mother climax was enough to send her over the edge as well. Both women's eyes were screwed tightly shut, tears forming in the corners, their faces matching shades of lustful red. Had Richard not already had the opportunity to unload two powerful orgasms earlier in the day he knew he probably would have spewed his seed directly into the sheets as he lay on his stomach, sucking on his climaxing mother's clit and listening to his sister also cum.

After what easily felt like five solid minutes of orgasm, Janice finally managed to blink her eyes open and regain a modicum of focus. Her son still had his face down between her legs, but he had lightened up his ministrations on her clit and was now merely lightly kissing her drenched labia, accenting the kisses with just the slightest touches of his tongue. Janice was impressed by this. Somehow he'd learned that it was best to slowly lighten up on the woman when helping her climax with your mouth. For him to have suddenly pulled away may have stunted her orgasm. God, she loved this boy so much!

Though she was freshly showered, Richard felt a cool sheen of sweat forming on his mother's body as he felt up her thighs and stomach. He knew he'd made her cum very, very hard, and he was quite proud. He also now felt less selfish about the fact that all he wanted to do next was climb on top of her and fuck the living shit out of her.

Janice looked down to see her son, his face wet with her juices, now staring directly up into her eyes. She knew exactly what he wanted. She wanted it to. "Come to me," she whispered. He lifted himself on his hands and crawled up toward her. She could see his unbelievably enormous erection angrily pointing toward her body, toward the one place both of them so desperately wanted it to be. As her son settle himself into position between her widely parted legs, he bent down and planted a strong, sensual kiss on her lips. She let her mouth be probed open by his tongue and marveled at the taste of her own essence from his mouth. She felt him lower himself further, and she anticipated what it would feel like for the big fat head of his cock to penetrate her for the first time.

But both she and her son froze when they heard Kristin blurt out, "Wait!"

Richard was ready to practically rape his mother at this point, and he was briefly annoyed that his sister would at this sudden moment decide that everyone should stop. But with a pang of guilt at his selfishness, he realized Kristin merely wanted to reposition herself to be in better proximity to what mother and son were about to do.

Janice held her breath, worried that Kristin was suddenly having second doubts about what they were all doing together, but when her daughter spoke again she knew why she'd been asked to wait.

"I want to guide Ricky into you like you did for me, Mommy."

Kristin had said that so gently, so innocently that Janice almost burst into tears for how much she loved her daughter right then. She nodded. "Yes," she said. "Please help your brother make love with me, honey."

Richard felt his head swim with lust as he felt the small soft fingers of his own sister wrap tentatively around the base of his thick cock. He bent his head to watch between his body and his mother's as Kristin continued to "help." She now had his cock aimed correctly with one hand, and with the other she gently grazed her mother's slit.

"Just making sure you're lubricated enough," Kristin's voice was mockingly clinical as her mother's had been just a short while ago when their positions had been reversed.

All three of them chuckled lightly, but now there was no more waiting. Kristin only did one other thing for them that her mother had not thought to do before: she allowed her mother's juices to soak a few of her fingers, and then she transferred that natural nectar to her brother's cock, lathering it until it glistened.

"There," she said with a satisfied smile. "This will help him go in better."

Janice smiled at her daughter, then glanced at her son. He was staring at her again. She returned his gaze with pure love, and the two of them silently committed to watching each other's eyes closely at the moment of penetration.

That moment was now. Still guided by his sister's light grip, Richard moved his hips forward against his mother's, and when the tip of his penis begin to part her pussy lips they both felt something akin to an electric shock. After only the slightest of pauses, Richard pushed a little further, and soon a good number of inches of his penis was moving deeper and deeper into his own mother's vagina. At the last moment Kristin slid her hand out from between them, then sat back again, legs crossed and pussy exposed, and watched her mother and brother do it.

Only when he was fully inside her, his pelvic bone now pressing against her mons, did Janice realize she'd been holding her breath. She let it sigh out of her in an exhalation of pure satisfaction. What she was doing now was the most taboo, the most erotic and the most wonderful thing she had ever done in her life: she was making love with her son!

Richard held himself inside his mother and remained still for several moments. He never took his eyes off her, and he saw only love in the look she was returning toward him. Part of him marveled at the fact that he was in a second pussy in as many hours. That in and of itself would have been something for the Record Books, but there was of course a glaring fact that went well beyond the Record Books but could never be entered into them: the first woman had been his younger sister; this second was his own mother.

Kristin watched her brother finally begin to move in and out of her mother. She couldn't believe that this day would begin as an otherwise normal (and annoying) school day and end with her losing her virginity to her brother, who was now having sex with Mom! And watching them have sex was totally hot! So hot, in fact, that she had to begin playing with herself again as she watched. When she'd first started masturbating while Ricky ate Mom's pussy, she'd actually blushed upon realizing that she'd been doing it in front of them. But that embarrassment was fleeting and absurd; there was no longer anything even remotely taboo for the three of them. So when she began masturbating again, she did it freely and with eagerness.

Janice finally had to squeeze her eyes shut again as Richard began to thrust into her more steadily. He'd only been inside her a few minutes, but she could already feel another powerful orgasm building. She was still trying to catch her breath at how full, so very, very full, her pussy felt right now. Each time he bottomed out she could feel the spongy head of his cock squishing against her cervix. It must have been torture at first for her poor daughter to lose her virginity from such a thick member. Janice already knew that she'd be sore for a while after this session, but she didn't care. She wanted more, more, and she wanted it—

"Harder," she said. Actually it was more like pleading, "Harder, Richard, please."

"Yes, Mother," he grunted, increasing his thrusts in both speed and pressure. "I'll give it to you hard, I promise!"

"Yes...yes, baby!" Janice exclaimed. "Oh, my sweet boy, I can feel you in my guts! Yes, that's it! Harder. HARDER!"

Richard began slamming into his mother for all he was worth. Once again he was thankful that he had been able to drain his balls a couple of times already, otherwise he knew he'd have lost control by now.

Kristin, now fingering her clit with a ferocity to match that of her family's fucking, loved the guttural sounds her mother was making, the animalistic growls from her brother, and especially the loud steady slapping of their hips pounding against each other. She felt a very powerful orgasm building, but she tried to pace herself, eager to time it with her mother's if possible. She knew it would be more fun that way.

"Oh," Janice moaned. "Ohhh...oh God, I'm going to cum again, Richard. You're going to make Mommy cum again!"

"I want you to, Mom," Richard grunted. "I love you so much, Mom, please cum for me!"

"I will, baby, I will! Just don't—stop—fucking—me!"

Richard felt his cock twitch and swell a little extra. Despite the taboo of what he had done to his sister and was now doing to his mother, he had yet to hear his mother curse, and it was just a nice little extra turn-on. Mom didn't seem to actually register that she'd cursed, she was so engrossed in her pending climax. He glanced over at his sister, noting with relish that she was masturbating like a madwoman, but also exchanging an amused nod that yes, she'd heard Mom say the F-word too!

Incredibly, Janice felt her son's cock expand a little. It already seemed impossible that he could even fit inside her. To feel him actually grow more...well, that was pretty much all it took. With determination she lifted her legs and locked her legs tightly around her son, forcing him to keep plunging as deeply as he could into her core. Her cervix was getting absolutely hammered now the he point where she imagined she was being split open and bringing her boy back into her very womb, cock first!

"Unnngh...unnngh" were pretty much the only sounds she could make now. Her pussy began to squeeze down on her son's pounding shaft, a mind of its own now, and a glow began warming her guts. The glow seemed to turn into a flame. She felt another sensation on her left shoulder and realized that Richard had buried his head down in there, trying to leverage himself so that he could fuck her harder than any woman he'd ever fucked before. She could feel their bodies actually begin to travel up the bed, and she worried that she'd soon be bumping her head against the—

She felt her own voice get caught in her throat. The flame had begun raging, a raging flame of pleasure, of joy, of pure incestuous bliss. Then the flame exploded into an atomic orgasm beyond anything she had ever, ever felt in her life. In an ear-splitting scream she cried out.

"Oh god, Richard, OH MY GOD YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM FOR MY SON!"

Kristin cried out as well, "I'm cumming too, Mommy! This is so wonderful!"

Janice barely registered her daughter next to her, but she somehow managed to reach out and touch her leg as the two women orgasmed. "Yes, baby! Cum with Mommy!"

Finally, it was all too much for Richard to take. He felt his balls contract and tingle. He could no longer control his steady pounding rhythm into his mother. It was happening for him too.

"Mom! Oh Mom! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum now, Mommy!"

Janice, still in the midst of her own climax, didn't miss a beat. "Do it!" she cried. "Cum for Mommy. Cum inside me, baby!"

"Ah!" Richard screamed. "Yes! Oh God, yes, Mommy, gonna—gonna—CUM!"

His final forceful thrust was so powerful it actually winded Janice, and in the next second she could feel ever muscle in his body tense up, and there was a sudden rush of warmth inside her pussy. Her boy was cumming deeply inside her, pouring his seed out and filling her. Only a small part in the back of her mind was vaguely aware that she was not on any form of birth control. But there was no way she would have dared deny her son the most fulfilling pleasure of releasing his seed directly into her.

"That's my boy," she moaned, holding him tightly as he continued to spasm into her. "Just let it go, my son. My beautiful son..."

Kristin's own self-created orgasm was subsiding, and she suddenly had a desperate desire to be even closer to her family, so she untangled her legs and positioned herself right up along side her mother. She felt her mother take her in one arm while still clinging to her son on top of her. It seemed like an eternity, but eventually he too started to come down from his climax. Kristin was happy that her brother had ejaculated inside Mom. Now they both had his semen in them. For some reason, this really, really satisfied her.

Richard felt like he had emptied every drop of fluid from his body into his mother. As he struggled to regain a normal rate of breathing he began to appreciate the fact that his mother had let him cum inside her, just as she'd let him cum inside his sister. It was a wonderful sensation. Being more or less responsible the rest of the time, he'd always used condoms with previous lovers. He couldn't imagine ever having to use condoms with his mother or sister, and he hoped he'd never have to.




Massage Therapy Ch. 03



But that was something to think about later. After having had three major orgasms in just a matter of hours, he now found himself struggling to stay awake. He was just conscious of the fact that his big heavy frame was now a dead weight on top of his mother. He was pleased to feel that his penis was still inside her, but it was softening quickly and would soon slip out, sadly. When it did, both he and his mother each let out a disappointed yet satisfied sigh, and then he finally let himself start to slide off to one side.

The side he slid toward was where Kristin was laying next to their mom. His sister gave a slight squeal of warning but managed to move over just enough to let him settle onto the mattress between them. Between his mother and his sister. Both of them naked. Both of them having been sexually satisfied by him. Both of them filled with his sperm. He sank into the most satisfied slumber of his life...

When he awoke a number of hours later, there was an incredible feeling around his penis, which was hard again. He looked down to see his sister struggling to get his girth into her mouth as his mother quietly gave her careful instructions. Richard looked forward to how this lesson would proceed...