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Labor Day

By: rjm2374



This is a True Story. Jean and I are both of Legal Age.

I started work at the Hotel when I was 14. Helping in the Dining Room as a bus boy. Jean, the Hostess, was my brother's best friend's mom and she was also the mother of a girl in my senior class homeroom. She was attractive, sexy and curvy, and had a lovely southern accent. Every Saturday night her husband would pick her up after work and give me a ride home too. I only lived 6 blocks away in the City of Philadelphia.

When I was 16 I obtained my drivers license and got a car and some times she would ask me for a ride home, instead of making her husband come all the way to work and pick her up. It was stupid of him to come and get her when I was going the same way.

When I was alone with her I would tease her at the intersection of the Interstate. I would say right or straight, meaning straight for home or right to the strip of motels. She would laugh and say straight.

I gathered from conversations that her husband had a girlfriend as some nights he would tell her to get a ride home as he was working. She knew about his girl friend and I think a lot of others did too. On Labor Day weekend he would usually take his younger two sons and go to the Drag Races. They would leave on Friday, and stay Sat, Sun and Monday. This one year, Labor Day 1970, she asked me to come in and stay with her as she was a little afraid of being alone in the house. The neighborhood had gotten a little rough. A few neighbors had their houses broken into. I said no problem. I spent the night and slept in her son's room on the third floor. 

Another year went by and it was Friday Night, Labor Day Weekend of 1971. As usual I drove her home and she asked me to stay. We sat in the living room. I was on the end of the couch closest to the TV and she sat at the other end. She put her feet in my lap and asked me to rub them. She had already removed her pantyhose. I rubbed her left foot and calf and was up to her knee and then I felt the inside of her creamy thigh. It was so soft. I looked at her and she had her eyes closed and there was a smirk of contentment on her face.

I slid her right foot closer to me and adjusted the left one a little farther away. I was rubbing her foot, and her calf and I was up to her knee. Again I got to feel the soft skin of her thigh. I moved my fingers up a little higher and rubbed a little softer. I looked down and I could see her panties as her skirt had ridden up high. 

At that time her son, my older brother's friend came home and when she heard him at the door she swung her feet down and we were sitting there watching TV. She had figured he had gone to the South Jersey Shore with the rest of his friends, but he had to stay home until Saturday morning. He said hello and then he said good night as he wanted to go to bed.





Jean arose from the couch and said we should go and get something to eat. We drove around for a few blocks and most of the stores were closed. She turned to me in the car and said she was not really hungry. She had to get out of the house. She asked me if I knew why she had to get out of the house and I said no. She then told me that I had made her extremely horny and that she needed to cool off. I drove back and she went to bed and I slept in her son's bedroom.

On Saturday night the same thing happened again. (Almost like the Movie Ground Hog Day). I was sitting there rubbing her feet and did the left leg first and then I was working on her right one. My hands got higher and higher. Her soft skin felt so wonderful to me. She parted her legs a little more and my hand rose higher and higher. My little finger rubbed against her cotton panties and she moved a little and a sigh came from her lips. Her legs opened a little more and I got to rub my whole hand up and down her panty clad pussy. Her panties were very moist.

At this time Jean rolled onto the floor and pulled me on top of her. She kissed my lips with her soft lips. Her tongue worked its way into my mouth. Here I was kissing an older woman, who kissed like no other high school girl I had been with. Being a virgin, I was not really sure of what to do exactly. She asked me if I wanted to make love to her. She said that I would have no worries with her and with that she took her panties off. 

I had always wanted to taste a woman and I asked her if I could lick her "down there". She pulled her legs up and spread them wide and pushed my head towards her lovely pussy. It was my first look, smell and taste of a woman. My only previous experience was some kissing, and titty play with some of the local girls. 

I slid my tongue up and down her pussy lips. I pushed it in as far as I could. She placed her feet on my shoulders, gripped my hands in her hands and after a few minutes she pushed real hard with her feet as she pulled my hands. She had an orgasm from my licking. I was really proud of myself.

She then reached down, undid my belt, pulled down the zipper of my jeans and pushed my pants and underwear down my legs. She took my cock and guided it to her hot wet hole and I slid in. Here I was, my first time and it felt great. I pumped in and out as I kissed her. Her French Kisses was hard and I could feel her teeth against mine. Her tongue was all over my mouth and she was matching me stroke for stroke. I knew I was about to cum and I told her and she said to go ahead. I shot a gallon of my juice into her. I had never cum before unless it was by hand (mine or a dates). It felt so wonderful. 

She was not sure if anyone would be coming home later that night so I had to sleep in the other room. But the next year, I got to sleep in the king sized bed, but that is another story.

Labor Day



This is a True Story. Jean and I are both of Legal Age.

I started work at the Hotel when I was 14. Helping in the Dining Room as a bus boy. Jean, the Hostess, was my brother's best friend's mom and she was also the mother of a girl in my senior class homeroom. She was attractive, sexy and curvy, and had a lovely southern accent. Every Saturday night her husband would pick her up after work and give me a ride home too. I only lived 6 blocks away in the City of Philadelphia.

When I was 16 I obtained my drivers license and got a car and some times she would ask me for a ride home, instead of making her husband come all the way to work and pick her up. It was stupid of him to come and get her when I was going the same way.

When I was alone with her I would tease her at the intersection of the Interstate. I would say right or straight, meaning straight for home or right to the strip of motels. She would laugh and say straight.

I gathered from conversations that her husband had a girlfriend as some nights he would tell her to get a ride home as he was working. She knew about his girl friend and I think a lot of others did too. On Labor Day weekend he would usually take his younger two sons and go to the Drag Races. They would leave on Friday, and stay Sat, Sun and Monday. This one year, Labor Day 1970, she asked me to come in and stay with her as she was a little afraid of being alone in the house. The neighborhood had gotten a little rough. A few neighbors had their houses broken into. I said no problem. I spent the night and slept in her son's room on the third floor. 

Another year went by and it was Friday Night, Labor Day Weekend of 1971. As usual I drove her home and she asked me to stay. We sat in the living room. I was on the end of the couch closest to the TV and she sat at the other end. She put her feet in my lap and asked me to rub them. She had already removed her pantyhose. I rubbed her left foot and calf and was up to her knee and then I felt the inside of her creamy thigh. It was so soft. I looked at her and she had her eyes closed and there was a smirk of contentment on her face.

I slid her right foot closer to me and adjusted the left one a little farther away. I was rubbing her foot, and her calf and I was up to her knee. Again I got to feel the soft skin of her thigh. I moved my fingers up a little higher and rubbed a little softer. I looked down and I could see her panties as her skirt had ridden up high. 

At that time her son, my older brother's friend came home and when she heard him at the door she swung her feet down and we were sitting there watching TV. She had figured he had gone to the South Jersey Shore with the rest of his friends, but he had to stay home until Saturday morning. He said hello and then he said good night as he wanted to go to bed.

Jean arose from the couch and said we should go and get something to eat. We drove around for a few blocks and most of the stores were closed. She turned to me in the car and said she was not really hungry. She had to get out of the house. She asked me if I knew why she had to get out of the house and I said no. She then told me that I had made her extremely horny and that she needed to cool off. I drove back and she went to bed and I slept in her son's bedroom.

On Saturday night the same thing happened again. (Almost like the Movie Ground Hog Day). I was sitting there rubbing her feet and did the left leg first and then I was working on her right one. My hands got higher and higher. Her soft skin felt so wonderful to me. She parted her legs a little more and my hand rose higher and higher. My little finger rubbed against her cotton panties and she moved a little and a sigh came from her lips. Her legs opened a little more and I got to rub my whole hand up and down her panty clad pussy. Her panties were very moist.

At this time Jean rolled onto the floor and pulled me on top of her. She kissed my lips with her soft lips. Her tongue worked its way into my mouth. Here I was kissing an older woman, who kissed like no other high school girl I had been with. Being a virgin, I was not really sure of what to do exactly. She asked me if I wanted to make love to her. She said that I would have no worries with her and with that she took her panties off. 

I had always wanted to taste a woman and I asked her if I could lick her "down there". She pulled her legs up and spread them wide and pushed my head towards her lovely pussy. It was my first look, smell and taste of a woman. My only previous experience was some kissing, and titty play with some of the local girls. 

I slid my tongue up and down her pussy lips. I pushed it in as far as I could. She placed her feet on my shoulders, gripped my hands in her hands and after a few minutes she pushed real hard with her feet as she pulled my hands. She had an orgasm from my licking. I was really proud of myself.

She then reached down, undid my belt, pulled down the zipper of my jeans and pushed my pants and underwear down my legs. She took my cock and guided it to her hot wet hole and I slid in. Here I was, my first time and it felt great. I pumped in and out as I kissed her. Her French Kisses was hard and I could feel her teeth against mine. Her tongue was all over my mouth and she was matching me stroke for stroke. I knew I was about to cum and I told her and she said to go ahead. I shot a gallon of my juice into her. I had never cum before unless it was by hand (mine or a dates). It felt so wonderful. 

She was not sure if anyone would be coming home later that night so I had to sleep in the other room. But the next year, I got to sleep in the king sized bed, but that is another story.



Labor Day



The grill was hot and sending enticing aromas floating throughout the neighborhood. Everywhere there was laughter and conversation as the family caught up at the last blast of summer — the annual Labor Day cookout.

Zach stole a glance at the cooler as his uncle fished out a beer. Daydreaming about how good an ice-cold beer would go down, he sighed. There was no way he was going to risk trying to snatch up a couple with the whole family in the back yard. Twenty-one was the drinking age, and his father would hear no argument to the contrary.

Fortunately, there was a distraction available to more than compensate for his lack of alcohol. His sister Marie sat on the porch, one hand resting on her very swollen tummy.

Zach had been smitten from the moment he saw her, all those years ago. His brother Richard had started dating Marie in high school, and she soon became a fixture at family functions. Her own family was dysfunctional — to say the least — and his had all but adopted her.

His ears burned as he remembered the first time Rich had brought her home for dinner. Zach had slipped in behind her chair to give her a shoulder massage, feeling the need to be close to her. He was only thirteen at the time and full of raging hormones, so everyone had been kind enough not to mention what they were thinking to his face until much later. His infatuation had proved the highlight of the evening behind amused grins, though.

For everyone except his brother.

The enmity that started that night only grew as time wore on. Richard didn't want his girl around any other man, and Zach hated the way his brother treated her. Rich took her for granted, watched her like a hawk, and frequently got into fights with any man who dared make her acquaintance. Zach knew that his family was on his side, because it was a regular topic of conversation whenever his brother wasn't around.

Nothing proved that and the family's affection for the brunette more than Marie being invited to the cookout today, when his brother wasn't.

Days after she'd told him that she was pregnant due to a broken condom, he'd ran off with another woman, leaving his responsibility behind. As soon as the family found out about it, they rallied around her and disowned Richard. Now, she was two days past due, and everyone was doing their best to help her through it.

Sitting in a lawn chair with a pair of dark sunglasses on, Zach drank in the sight of her and daydreamed. She'd always been a goddess in his eyes, but for some reason, her pregnancy had made her irresistible to him. She'd put on weight as her tummy expanded, but it seemed to gravitate primarily into her boobs and butt. Other than the pure physical attraction of that, there was something infinitely sexy about the glow of motherhood surrounding her.

Sunglasses weren't going to do anything to hide the reaction his thoughts were causing, and neither were his shorts. He talked down his erection just in time, because his cousins cajoled him into a game of horseshoes. Shortly after beating them, his cell buzzed. When he pulled it out of his pocket, he saw a text from a friend, telling him to check out something on Facebook.

His cell was annoying to use on the internet, so he headed inside. Everybody was outside in the back yard, so there wouldn't be anyone in the den, where his sister's computer was. He loaded up the site, and added his comment to a friend's embarrassing auto-correct blunder, which had changed an innocent compliment on his mother's lasagna to, "I love Mom's vagina!"

A few clicks revealed that not much else was going on, as everyone was either out with family or otherwise partying. It would heat up later in the evening, but for now, his feed was pretty dead.

After a glance back at the closed door, he shutdown Facebook and opened his email. A series of well-practiced clicks took him to an email he'd managed to forward from his sister's account one day. The picture opened up, and he let out a quiet groan.

The image was of Marie in all her pregnant glory, taken about a month earlier. It was a semi-profile shot, showing her from the neck to the knees. Only the brunette's hands covered her body, hiding her nipples and the garden of pleasure shaded beneath her swollen tummy. Zach looked at the picture several times a day, and it never failed to make him as hard as a steel bar.

The email was no less arousing, describing how swollen and heavy her breasts felt, as well as fears that they would begin leaking more as she went into her last month. She also mentioned frustration about how her hormones were causing spikes of arousal only slightly less frequent than her need to pee.

He couldn't count the number of times he'd wished she'd let him help her with that.

Knowing that people would be wondering where he'd gonebefore long, he reluctantly closed the email, gave his erection a squeeze, and stood up to put his mind on something else before walking back out to the yard. He was milling about near the door, looking at some family photos when he heard voices coming from the front room.

The door opened more or less soundlessly, the tiny creak easily covered by the air-conditioner humming along at full blast. Able to hear clearly out in the hall, he walked toward the back door so he could act as if he were just coming in if anyone happened upon him.

"Oh, but the fun's just starting, Marie," his sister said.

Marie responded, "I know, and I really want to stay, but I'm just miserable. I don't want to be a rain cloud for everyone."

"Everyone understands. You know that."

"I know, but it doesn't make me feel any better."

"But you can't go back to the house alone. What if you go into labor? You could go lie down in the bedroom."

"I swear that I'm never going to go into labor, Samantha. Ow. Calm down in there, little man."

Samantha laughed. "I saw that one. He's feeling confined, and that's all the more reason for you to stay. Besides, everyone's been drinking. I doubt anyone's okay to drive right now."

Thought and action were simultaneous. Zach walked down the hall and into the front room. "Hey, Sam. Marie."

Marie smiled, forcing him to suppress a shiver. "Hello, Zach."

"I thought for a second that it might be time when I saw you two were gone," he said.

Samantha shook her head. "No, but that's exactly why I'm trying to convince her to relax here and wait until I can run her home this evening and stay."

Trying to appear non-committal, he gave a little shrug. "Yeah, you shouldn't be home alone when you're already past due. If you really want to go home, I could drive you and hang out, though."

Marie's eyes brightened. "Could you?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, I'm just watching everybody else get drunk. I can only win at horseshoes so many times."

Marie turned back to Samantha. "Would that be okay with you?"

His sister looked off-balance at the sudden turn of events. "Well, I suppose. All he would have to do is get your bag and help you to the car if you go into labor, I guess."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Sis."

"I didn't mean it that way." She sighed and took Marie's hand. "If that's what you really want?"

Marie nodded.

"Okay. But, you're not leaving without food. Give me a minute or two to put things together."

"I'll go start the car to get the air running," Zach offered, "Back in a minute."

"Thank you, Zach."

"No problem, Marie."

Heart pounding in his chest, Zach hurried out front to start his car. He felt foolish almost as soon as he recognized how his pulse was racing. It wasn't like he was going on a date with her. He was probably going to be sitting around watching television while she napped.

Try as he might to rationalize it, he still couldn't wipe the smile off his face.

After moving the passenger seat back as far as possible to accommodate her comfort, he held a hand in front of the vents. Satisfied that it was cooling off, he headed back inside.

They didn't get out of the house fast — or empty handed. Zach's sister packed an entire picnic basket full of Tupperware containers and foil-wrapped bundles, providing a sampling of the entire feast. Finally, he led the way to the car with the heavy basket in hand.

Once they were both settled, he asked, "You okay? Comfortable?"

"As much as I can be. Thank you, Zach. I really do appreciate it."

"Happy to."

The drive wasn't long — only a few blocks away. Once at the house, Zach took Marie's keys and the basket, unlocking the door in advance so she wouldn't have to stand out in the heat.

Marie sighed as she stepped into the air conditioning. "Oh, that feels so good." She stepped over to a couch and leaned against it. "I have to warn you, since you're going to stay, I'm going to put on something more comfortable and look all frumpy."

Zach shook his head and laughed. "I'm not worried about it." He held up the basket and said, "I'll go put this stuff away."

"And I'm going to take a bath." She gave a smile, and then proceeded to the bathroom.

Naturally, he started daydreaming about her sitting in a warm bath, her tummy, breasts, and knees poking up from amongst the bubbles. The picture he'd looked at so many times let his imagination easily fill in the blanks. He could see her running her hands over her body and bubbles hiding what he longed to see. Then the bubbles washed away.

The weight of the basket in his hand eventually snapped him out of the fantasy, though the image lingered as he put everything in the fridge. An almost overwhelming temptation hit him to go stand outside the door and listen to the water lapping, but he resisted with a surge of willpower. The last thing he wanted to do was have to think of an excuse if she happened to hear him or otherwise notice that he was standing outside the bathroom door.

Instead, he took a seat on the end of the couch and picked up the remote. That was as close as he got to turning on the television, though. The show once again running in his head was far more interesting than anything Hollywood could possibly come up with.

He was so deep into his aroused musing that he only noticed Marie when she was a few steps away from the couch. He quickly recovered, tugging the tail of his t-shirt over the telltale evidence of his thoughts. Holding out the remote, he said, "All yours."

She looked anything but frumpy in a top of the palest teal. Thin straps showed off her shoulders, and the neckline revealed an inch or so of eye-catching cleavage. A band of lace below her breasts flowed into pleats draped over her tummy, hanging down to her hips. She also wore what looked like men's boxers, revealing long expanses of smooth, gorgeous legs. Her hair was still a little damp, hanging in ringlets around her face.

She waved a hand at the remote and moved to the opposite end of the couch. "No, I just want to relax. You can watch something if you want, though."

"Nah, I'm fine," he responded. It was all he could do not to blatantly stare at her as he put the remote down on the coffee table.

With a little groan, Marie sat down on the couch and spun on her bottom, pulling her legs up onto the couch.

"Let me get out of your way," Zach offered, starting to rise.

"No, you're fine," she countered as she stretched out her legs, her bare toes mere inches from his leg. "I really do appreciate you playing nursemaid."

"No problem." The urge to caress her leg nearly had him twitching.

"I don't suppose you do foot rubs?" She laughed and shook her head.

Holy shit. Is she serious? Should I? Even as his thoughts whirled, he found himself saying, "I suppose I could give it a try."

She smiled. "Really? I was only kidding, but my feet are aching so bad."

"Sure. Why not?"

He turned, tingling all over, and reached for her right foot. Curling his fingers over the top of her foot, he used his thumbs to knead the sole. The feeling of her soft skin beneath his fingers was like pure heaven. There wasn't a callous or rough spot to be found anywhere.

After only a few seconds, she let out a groan that was so sexual he thought he was going to bust straight through his underwear and shorts.

"Oh, that feels sooo good," she moaned, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.

Serenaded by her continuous stream of moans, groans, and sighs, Zach labored over her feet, caressing and massaging. He had no concept of time passing. There was only the touch of his skin to hers, and the sound of her voice expressing pleasure.

"You could work on my calves a little, if you want," she hinted.

He slowly slid his hands upward, fingers gliding over her skin, and felt her shiver. Another wonderful, sensual moan emerged as he squeezed, working the tightness out of her muscles.

"I didn't know how much I needed this," she said in a soft voice.

"Well, you're walking for two," he said, and chuckled.

"It feels like a dozen — and that feels incredible. You're really good at it."

"Thanks. First time lucky, I guess."

"Mmm — I can't imagine how good you'll be with practice, then."

It was hard to think of anything more uplifting than her words of praise. She slid a hand over her tummy and caressed it, and he felt his fingers itching to join hers.

"They aren't all prickly, are they? I can hardly see around this to shave."

"No, not at all. Smooth as silk."

"I wouldn't be willing to bet on that if you went any higher." She laughed. "You can stop if you need to."

Zach realized that his fingers had slowed as he contemplated going higher. "No, I'm fine."

The last thing he wanted to do was stop. Ever.

"Good. I think you're going to put me to sleep if I relax any more, though."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Only if I don't wake up in time to get to the bathroom. I swear he's sitting on my bladder. All I done is pee the last few weeks." She sat up a little. "Sorry. Here you are being so nice, and all you're getting in return is a fat pregnant woman complaining."

"You're not fat, and you can complain all you want." The temptation was finally too much. He reached up and patted her tummy. "Free pass."

"You're too sweet, Zach."

"Just the truth."

"I feel like a whale."

"You're gorgeous," he countered.

"Thank you. I know it's silly, but that just made me feel really good."

He grinned up at her. "Mission accomplished."

"I'm going to push my luck, then. Could you do my shoulders, too?" 

"Sure." He slid off the couch and negotiated the narrow space between it and the coffee table.

Marie sat up a little straighter as he moved in behind her. The subtle, fruity smell of her shampoo made him want to lean down and fill his lungs with the scent as he settled his hands on her shoulders. Once again, the sexy sound of her voice spurred him on. This time, he was standing above her, with the upper swell of her breasts drawing his eyes. Fortunately, hers were closed, so she didn't notice when the magnetic power of her cleavage overcame his willpower for a second or two.

Lost in what he was doing, he caught his fingers and thumbs on the straps of her top two or three times. When it happened a fourth time, she said, "Just a second."

To his shocked awe, she pulled the straps down off her shoulders.

"Better?"

"Yeah."

He couldn't believe his voice didn't crack. 

He lasted all of a few seconds. Releasing the pressure of the straps had allowed her top to droop, exposing more of her breasts, swollen in preparation to fulfill their true role. No bra contained them. They rose and fell with her breath in a hypnotic rhythm that seemed perfectly coordinated with the throbbing of his manhood.

"I knew it."

The world snapped back into focus, and he panicked, thinking she'd caught him looking down her top. After the initial moment of fear, he realized that her eyes were still closed.

"You are putting me to sleep."

Zach let out a relieved chuckle. "Is a nap such a bad thing?"

She opened her eyes. "No, but I'll regret it if I fall asleep here. Nowhere is comfortable, but the bed is better than the couch."

"Probably right."

She sat up, pulling the straps of her top back into place and saying, "Thank you. That felt wonderful. I can't remember the last time I had a massage, let alone one that good."

"You're welcome." His hands still tingled from the touch of her skin. His pulse raced. His cock throbbed.

"Will you wake me up in two hours, if I don't wake up myself before then? I don't want to sleep so long that it's hard for me to fall asleep tonight."

"Sure. No problem, Marie."

After a quiet grunt of effort, she levered up from the couch. His heart skipped a beat once again as she stepped in close and laid a hand on his cheek.

"You're an angel."

Stunned, he couldn't manage more than a wordless, dismissive sound in response.

Marie laughed, and turned to walk to the bedroom.

Even her slow, shuffling walk was sexy to him. It was going to be a long couple of hours of decompression, after touching her and beholding her beautiful, full breasts.

"I'm going to leave the door open in case I need to hurry to the bathroom," she called back.

"Okay. Have a good nap."

A buzzing in his pocket prompted him to pull out his cell phone. He answered the message from his sister, saying that everything was fine, and that Marie was about to take a nap. A minute or so later, she sent a message back informing him that she would be staying with Marie tonight — a task the family took turns at — and that she would sneak him a six-pack of beer when she came to relieve him, as long as he handed over his keys first and walked home later.

Zach grinned. The beer alone was a small treat. The fact that his sister was okay with him drinking it was something altogether different. Today wasn't turning out so bad after all — other than the sweet torture of being so close to Marie.

Plopping down on the couch again, he gave his erection a squeeze it had been screaming for ever since Marie had sat down. He was as hard as stone again, and surprised that she hadn't noticed despite his shirt tail dangling for camouflage. A few taps on his cell set an alarm for about an hour and fifty minutes, in case he lost track of time.

Back to daydreaming almost immediately, the massage ended far differently than her going to take a nap in his mind. It was hardly the first time he'd imagined being with her, either. He'd even gone so far as to research pregnancy sex positions on the internet, just to make his fantasies — and masturbation sessions — more real. Even when he was dating someone and having sex regularly, Marie still filled any lonely nights.

There was far more than sex to his fantasies. He'd admitted to himself quite some time ago that there was more to his feelings than a crush. For a while, it had even helped him deal with seeing her with his brother. As he'd grown steadily aware of how little Richard appreciated her, that had changed. He would have never treated her that way, and she was married to his jackass brother.

A whimper snapped him back into reality, causing him to sit up and turn toward the bedroom. Though he heard nothing more, he popped up off the couch anyway. He knew Marie's voice well enough to have instantly recognized it.

At the bedroom door, he peeked in — only for an instant at first — and then a little longer. Deciding that she was still asleep, he stepped in front of the door and sighed.

Marie was curled up with a long body pillow, which helped support her pregnant bump. She was hugging the pillow as if it was someone lying beside her, and one of her long gorgeous legs was draped over it as well. Her shorts had ridden up as she slept, exposing glimpses of her butt and a sliver of white from her panties. She was smiling, and so beautiful that Zach stood — transfixed by the sight of her.




Labor Day



She whimpered again, and then murmured something as well. She was still smiling, and looked as if she were laughing, though he couldn't hear the sound. Her lips continued to move, and he leaned into the room, though he still couldn't make out any words. Just as he was about to tear himself away from the sight of her, two words came out clearly.

"Oh, Zach."

His eyes widened. Now he had to know what she was saying — what she was dreaming about. Any warning shouts that his conscience might have made were quickly and mercilessly stamped down by curiosity. Stepping carefully, testing his weight on every board before committing to it, he moved closer to the bed. Steadily, he could make out more of what she was saying.

"Zach, that tickles. That's better. That feels good. Mmm."

Must still be massaging her in her dreams. Better than nothing, I guess.

Though he couldn't make out a few of the next words, the first he could hear dissuaded him of that notion in a hurry.

"Kiss me again. Mmm. I need. So hot. I need you. Please, Zach. Down there."

That sent a shiver through him that caused an audible — if barely — groan. It was hard to interpret what he was hearing as anything else. Silent steps moved him closer to the bed, against anything resembling common sense. He still couldn't hear every word she mumbled into the pillow, but what he did made him throb like mad.

"Mmm. Please. On fire. Need your touch. Oh yes."

Then the alarm on his cell went off.

Worse than waking him up from a dream, it was exposing him in reality. He fumbled to shut it off while still in his pocket, to avoid pulling it out where it would be any louder. The damage was already done, and her next words were in full voice — somewhere between awake and asleep.

"Turn that off. Your tongue feels so good, Zach." Even as she said his name, she came fully awake and gasped, her face turning bright red when she saw him standing only a couple of feet away from the bed.

Zach finally got the alarm off and explained, "I was coming to wake you up."

"I was talking in my sleep, wasn't I?" Her blush had faded a little, replaced by a sweet, seductive smile.

"Yeah."

"Well, I know what I was dreaming about, so how much did you hear?"

"A little."

She let out an exasperated sigh. "Okay, my hormones are too out of control to play this game." A crooked finger beckoned him near as she rolled onto her back. "Kiss me before either of us comes to our senses."

Even as his mind whirled, his body was moving. He'd dreamed about this for far too long. He leaned over the bed, pressing his lips to hers. She moaned into the kiss, hands moving to roam over his back.

Her eyes were still closed and her lips puckered when he straightened over his elbows above her. She shivered, and then her eyes opened. "Mmm. Wow."

"Yeah."

"That was the sweetest kiss anyone has ever given me. Just like everything else about you." She reached up to caress his cheek. "You always had a way of making me feel better when Richard was ignoring me to get drunk, or forgot my birthday. You never forgot my birthday."

"He didn't deserve you."

Her cheeks reddened again, and she closed her eyes for a moment. "I've tried almost everything they say is supposed to help you go into labor. Spicy food, castor oil, playing with my nipples..."

The last made him throb.

"There's one thing I haven't tried."

"What's that?"

She answered not with words, but by tugging the straps of her top off her shoulders again. This time, she didn't stop, slipping her arms completely out of the straps, and pulling the top down off her breasts.

"Beautiful," he breathed, drinking in the sight. Rosy pink rings surrounded her stiff nipples, capping the globes he'd studiously watched grow larger as her pregnancy progressed.

"Please, Zach."

He didn't need to be asked twice. His elbows bent again, and her fingers twined into his hair. The first touch of his lips was a soft kiss, barely there. She shivered again as his lips closed over her nipple, and she whimpered.

Repeating the kiss on her other breast, he felt a tug — a silent request for more. Happily acquiescing, he suckled her nipple, swirling his tongue over the stiffened bud.

Marie moaned, thrusting her breasts up toward him. "Oh Zach, it's been so long since anyone touched me. You're so gentle. It feels so good."

Even in the fog of passion, he took that cue, curbing his desire to nurse her swollen breasts with all the hunger he felt. Instead, he caressed and tantalized them, his lips and tongue constantly changing the sensations. He switched back and forth between the pair, giving each equal treatment.

A taste — something subtle, unique, and new — gave him momentary pause. Remembering that she'd said her breasts were leaking, he felt a surge of euphoria. The taste had to be her pre-milk, and he wanted more.

A glance just before switching nipples confirmed his suspicions. A droplet had welled up from the erect bud. Rather than take her nipple in his mouth, he scooped up the drop with his tongue first, savoring the flavor and circling her areola with his tongue.

After sucking her nipple for a few seconds, he noticed that the other had provided yet another succulent drop. Back and forth he went, drinking from her wellspring and imagining what it would be like once her full milk came in.

"You're making me so wet," she said as one hand moved from the back of his head and between his legs. He grunted as her fingers found his hardness. "I want to see you."

Feeling torn for a moment, he ultimately gave in to her desire over his to drink from the font of her mother's first milk. After a final kiss — and taste — he stood up to pull off his shirt. On the bed, Marie wriggled and tugged to remove her top as well. She had just pulled the pale teal cloth over her head when he kicked off his shoes and pulled down his shorts.

Marie gasped and her eyes widened as his cock popped free to twitch before her eyes. She stared for a moment, and then looked up at him. "Oh my. I wasn't expecting that."

"What?" Zach asked as he leaned back over the bed.

She beckoned him into a kiss, and then whispered into his ear, "Let's just say that's one more reason I picked the wrong brother."

Petty as it might be, he could help smirking at the revelation that he had his arrogant brother 'outgunned'.

"Help me out of these." She pushed down on the waist of her shorts.

Curling his fingers beneath the band, he tugged the boxers down when she lifted her bottom. As soon as they cleared her feet, she parted her legs slightly, and he accepted the invitation.

Her head lifted up off the pillow and she yelped as his fingers brushed over her mound. He could feel hints of dampness, and see the dark shadow of hair beneath. She lifted her bottom off the bed again, and he followed the silent instruction, pulling down her panties.

There was apology in her voice when she said, "I can't really see or reach to shave."

It didn't bother him in the slightest. Her folds peeked out from amongst the nest of curls, making his mouth water for a taste of her. There was a much easier way than using words to tell her that a little hair wasn't a problem.

"Oh yes," Marie said as he climbed onto the bed, nudging one of her knees to the side. She parted her legs wide, and he dived straight in.

The scent of her arousal was thick and exciting as his tongue smoothed back her dark curls. He got just a little taste of her wetness in the first lap, but the next wriggled between her folds, coating his tongue in her nectar. His head rested against her tummy, making the angle a little awkward, but the reward was more than worth it.

She tasted like no woman he'd ever gone down on before. Drunk on her sweet juices, he sought every drop he could find, but made sure to give her clit plenty of attention as well.

"Oh, don't stop. So good. Faster. Yes, Zach!"

Her breathing quickened. Each inhale was a noisy gasp, and every exhale a moan or a squeal. She wriggled and twitched, one hand coming to rest on the back of his head. Unable to resist, he reached up to stroke one hand over the side of her tummy as he lapped her.

"Can't believe... So close. So good. Oh. Oh. Ohmigod!"

She stiffened, her fingers knotting painfully into his hair and thighs squeezing against the side of his head. She let out a loud squeal and began to quake as orgasm coursed through her body.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ah Hah!"

Zach continued to lap for a few seconds, drinking up the increased flow of her juices and reveling in how hard she seemed to be coming. The fingers twined into his hair tugged upward, and he had little choice but to leave her sweet folds. She was still trembling, her pussy lips twitching as she yelped her way through the ongoing orgasm.

Her voice a warbling whimper as she went limp, Marie cried out, "Oh my god."

After licking his lips, Zach couldn't believe the words passing his own lips as he asked, "Did you come?"

She laughed, squeezing her legs together for a second. "What do you think? I have never got off that fast." A sudden lurch shook her, and she snapped a hand to her tummy.

"I don't think someone's terribly amused about all the fluttering going on in there. Here. Feel."

He let her guide his hand, and almost as soon as he touched her stomach, he felt his nephew kick. It surprised him so much that he jerked his hand away on instinct.

"Little Bruce Lee," Marie said, rolling her eyes. "It was so worth it, though. Kiss me?"

Zach lay down beside her, and melted into an aggressive, hungry kiss. Her hand found his manhood at the same time, wrapping around it. When their lips at last parted, she grinned, then bit her lower lip, and stroked him a little faster.

"I want you," he said, unable to hold back any longer. "So bad."

"I want you too. But how?" She patted her tummy.

His internet research was about to pay off. Scooting closer, he gave her another quick peck on the lips. "Are you okay on your side?"

She nodded, and then followed the guidance of his hand to roll over, facing away from him. He lifted one of her legs, stroking her shoulder with the other hand, and spooned in against her body. She gasped as his cock nestled up against her butt. A little more wriggling positioned the head of his cock against her wet heat.

A long gasp escaped him as he sank inside her. She was unbelievably hot and wet inside. The angle didn't allow for much penetration, but that was part of the point of the position, and he hardly cared.

"You're so hard. So big."

"You feel so good, Marie."

"Give it to me. I've never had anyone come inside me without a rubber. I want it."

Having never had sex without a condom either, he was throbbing in anticipation of that as well. He worked his hips with a slow, rocking motion, stroking his cock inside her. She moaned with every shallow thrust, often punctuating it with whispers of, "Yes."

Though the position was a little hard on the back, it let him feel her hot skin against his and explore her body with his hands. A little effort even let him kiss the back of her neck, eliciting sharp whimpers each time.

Her tummy fascinated him, and his hands stroked over it often as he worked his hips, pushing into her saturated sheath. Those caresses always drew sweet, satisfied moans, encouraging him to trace every contour of the taut skin he could reach.

"Oh, so good. Faster."

He was barely containing the urge to do so anyway, and obliged her — within reason. His hands still roamed her body, cupping her breasts and rubbing her clit, but primarily indulging his desire to feel her pregnant bump. The lack of leverage meant that he only had his hips to work with, providing a perfect medium between what they both wanted and what was good for the baby. The first little itch of his own climax tingled in the head of his cock, and he knew that things were going to progress rapidly from there.

Fortunately, she appeared to be well ahead of him.

"Right there. Yes, baby. Oh, I'm gonna come," she cried out, her voice rising rapidly in both volume and pitch.

"Come for me, Marie," he grunted, barely holding back an eruption of his own as he pumped his hips as fast as he could manage.

"Oh, Zach! Yes! I'm... Ahh!"

Her satiny walls squeezed tight around him, and she screamed as climax once again claimed her. His right hand rested on her tummy, and he could feel it contracting — fluttering. He managed a few more halting thrusts, and then pressed hard against her body, shooting hot jets of cum deep inside her.

For long minutes, he stayed nestled in her depths, stroking her tummy and kissing her neck. Finally, both of them had to move.

"Thank you. I needed that so much," she said after they'd finally recovered their breath.

"So did I."

"You've always had a crush on me, haven't you?"

His face warmed, but he answered, "Yeah."

"It always made me feel good." She let out a groan of effort, lifting up onto one elbow to kiss him. "I started having..." After a brief pause and a nervous laugh, she continued, "dreams about you last year."

"Really?"

"Mmm hmm. You made them come true, too. The way you look at me. The way you hold me. The way you touch me. The way you made me come."

Zach shivered from her words, feeling a fresh surge of blood trying to fill his softening organ.

"That's really why I had to leave today. I had a dream about you this morning before Sam picked me up. It was all I could think about whenever I looked at you today. Then when you offered to bring me home..."

"I think about you all the time."

She snuggled in close and stroked her hand over his chest. "Mmm, that made me all tingly. Sam knows, you know?"

"Huh?"

"She's not blind. She said something while you were out starting the car. She's not the only one, either. I guess neither of us was hiding it very well. She said we'd be good for each other."

That was both embarrassing and shocking. "You mean — like..?"

She nodded. "I'd like to."

"Me too."

Marie's smile widened and a single tear ran down her cheek. He wiped it away wit the tip of his finger, and the two of them lay lost in each other's eyes for quite some time.

"We should probably get up, though. There are some things I don't think Sam would want to know about, and she'll be coming over later."

"Guess you're right. I don't want to, though."

"Me either."

This time, it was Zach who sat up and sought her lips for a lingering, passionate kiss.

She moaned. "Mmm... Happy Labor Day."

He let out a chuckle and grinned. "Happy Labor Day."

"Those kisses aren't helping me get... Oh!"

Zach sat up straight, alarmed at the sharpness in her voice. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, but it's Labor Day in more ways than one. My water just broke."

Brain going into overdrive, he stammered, "W-what do I do? I..."

She pressed a finger to his lips and laughed. "Get dressed, get me a wash rag and a towel, help me get dressed, then call your sister. The baby isn't coming this minute."

"Okay," he responded, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, his mind still awhirl.

"Zach?"

"Yeah?"

"I want you with me. Are you okay with that?"

"Yeah, of course." The thought of watching her have the baby was actually exciting.

"Thank you. Go on, and don't forget to wash up before you get dressed." She glanced down at his pussy-slick cock and grinned. "I think Labor Day is my new favorite holiday."

He couldn't have agreed more, and hoped for many, many more to come.

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Labor Day



The tears welling in my eyes blurred my vision, and I suddenly realized I didn't know how long I'd been beating the lemon curd. Where was our marriage going? Was it over between me and Mark? I'd do anything, if only...

Over the grinding roar of the antiquated mixer, I heard the front door slam.

"Lisa?" I hollered, expecting to hear her typical, Philly-bred, 'Hi-ya, Peg'.

There was no response. A frisson tingled at my nape. I turned off the mixer and pulled my terry robe tight around me. It was the only thing I'd thrown on after my shower. The family mountain cabin had no neighbors for a half mile, and nobody else was supposed to arrive for Thanksgiving dinner for another few hours yet. 

"Lisa?" I said again, weakly. "Who - who's there?" 

The intruder's heavy footsteps echoed from the living room. I fingered the handle of a carving knife. 

All of my tension melted at the sight of my father's grin turning the corner. I exhaled thankfully, allowing myself to breathe again. 

"Good morning, Bill," I said, hugging his neck. 

His manly arms wrapped me in a bear hug, and I squealed as he lifted me off the floor, as he often did. He kissed my cheek. "I'm guessin' pretty Peg got turkey duty this year."

I nodded. "Yeah, it was about time. I went eight years without drawing the long straw." Tradition among his four sons' wives was long straw does the turkey, short does the cleanup. 

He put a lingering kiss on my forehead. "I'm so glad it's you this year. I've been waitin' a long time for this." Then he gave me a concerned look. "Are you okay, Peg?" he asked, his thumb wiping a tear from my cheek.

"Yeah, Bill," I replied, wiping my face with the terry sleeve. "I - I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed at the moment. Lisa suggested I should come up last night so I could get started early this morning. She told me she would be here to help, but then she called and said she was running late. That's who I thought you were."

"I'm afraid not. She's a helluva' lot prettier than me," he chuckled. Raising a brow, he asked, "My youngest son isn't here, is he?" 

"No," I sighed. "Mark had some proposal he had to get done for one of his customers. He said he'd be here this afternoon."

"That boy works too damn much," Bill grumbled under his breath. Was that a flicker of a grin? 

"Yeah," I replied wistfully. After eight years, Mark and I had been struggling desperately with our marriage. With no children to hold us together - my husband's sperm count was extraordinarily low - we seemed to be drifting apart. Mark's job was consuming more and more of his time. I even had suspicions there might be someone else. I wasn't about to discuss any of that with his family, though. "Why are you here so early?" I asked Bill, putting on a more sociable face. "Did you hear Mr. Jameson calling you?" I quipped. 

Bill smiled broadly. Irish whiskey on Thanksgiving was only one of their many family traditions. "''Tis ne'er too airly in th' mairnin' fer a bit o'that, lassie," he quipped. "Ye'll join me, won'cha'? Eh, Peg?"

I was more of a wine-drinker, but it would have been impolite, and a few sips wouldn't hurt.

"Sure'n begorrah. Make it lassie-sized." I replied. 

Bill shook with a hearty laugh. "There's the spirit, Peg!"

He poured each of us a shot and raised a toast to dear, old Tom Turkey. We tossed back the entire shot together, and he poured himself another one. The burn was short-lived, and the smoky, mellow flavor seemed to soften the edges of my anxiety almost immediately. I held up my glass for another, and Bill gave me an odd smile as he filled it, not quite as much as before. He told me I was cut off - he didn't want anything sauced in the kitchen but the cranberries.

"I usually come up the night before, too," he told me. He took another long sip, but all the while he was looking at me intently. Then he went on casually, "An old friend surprised me late yesterday when he blew into town. After we emptied half a bottle catching up on old times, I was in no condition to drive. I really wanted to be here to spend some quality time with my youngest daughter." I smiled and he gave me a flirty wink. That was just Bill. I winked back. "Also, I wanted I better check the heater. Yeah, the blower was whining when I came up in October. That old motor may be on its last leg. Hell, it's been here since before..." Abruptly, his face fell.

I understood. It was Thanksgiving day twenty years ago that Maggie had died, leaving Bill to raise their four sons alone. This holiday had been special for their family ever since.

After a few moments of respectful silence, I cheerfully changed the subject. "Thought I'd whip up a lemon pie for dessert."

"Yum," he said, licking his lips. 

His surreptitious glance at the generous view of pale cleavage offered by my loose robe made me wonder if he was talking about the lemon pie. Bill's misbehavior didn't bother me, however. He was a really sweet man, though a little old-fashioned, and I didn't mind giving my father a cheap thrill now and then. The other wives said that he had dated a few times, but he had never found anyone he was serious about. I'd often wondered why. He was a fine catch for some lucky woman: a rugged, manly man, but thoughtful and tender. I could only hope that Mark would look so good when he got that age - assuming we stayed together.

Dipping my finger in the thick lemon sauce, I offered him a dollop. "You want a taste?"

He startled me by grasping my wrist firmly and taking my whole finger into his mouth. He held it between his lips long after the curd was gone, nursing gently at my finger, his tongue lapping at the soft pads, his face a mask of pure satisfaction. 

It had been so long since I'd felt something quite so sensual. I still wonder how things might have been different if I had not chosen that moment to close my eyes and utter a small whimper. 

I caught myself immediately and opened my eyes wide, shocked at my own lasciviousness. Staring up at Bill, I found him gazing down into my eyes intensely. I was stunned. He slowly withdrew my finger through his wet, clinging lips. Then, without losing eye contact, and still firmly holding my wrist, he gathered some of the tart, yellow batter on his finger and held it to my lips.

My mouth opened of its own volition, and he laid his thick finger on my tongue. Still staring helplessly into his hypnotic blue eyes, I closed my lips around him, tasting both the sour concoction and the saltiness of his skin. A disconcerting realization swept over me that the gooey texture and odd combination of flavors were vaguely reminiscent of semen. Without thinking, I sucked at his finger, stroking the underside with my tongue, decadently fellating it. Bill pushed and pulled, twisting it slowly and seductively, as though fucking my mouth. I was disturbed to feel my nipples grow erect and sensitive, rubbing against the rough terry fabric, yet I felt unable - or unwilling - to stop the increasingly salacious flirting with my father. A tingle of moisture trickled between my legs.

He withdrew his finger, then reached behind my head and pulled the ribbon from my small ponytail. My hair fell loose around my shoulders. 

"What are you doing, Bill?" I asked, suddenly aware of how close to the edge we were playing.

"You're a fine woman, Peggy," he said, pushing a stray lock out of my eyes. "Mark was lucky to find someone as special as you."

A look of lustful intent was on his face. I felt his other hand at my belly, working at the knot of my sash. 

"Bill," I whispered, pleading, "We can't..." 

The knot gave way and my robe fell open, exposing my nakedness.

"Bill..." 

My father placed a finger against my lips to shush me. "You want this, Peggy," he whispered, clenching my nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger, caressing it.

I sucked in my breath and rubbed my legs together, vainly attempting to quell the insistent itch that kept growing stronger. This couldn't be happening.

He said, "You need this. Both of you do."

He knew? 

"We shouldn't," I lamented breathlessly, but unconvincing, since I was palming the hard bulge in his jeans. As terribly wrong as this was, I also knew he was also right. I had already done the math. Today was a prime day in my cycle. Bill had a proven track record with four boys. Genetically, no one would ever know. I looked up at him. Except for a little graying at the temples of his jet black hair and the weathered, wrinkled skin, I saw the features that had attracted me to Mark: the same chiseled nose and chin, the full, beautiful lips, the low dark brow and those penetrating blue eyes. I quickly counted forward; with any luck, somewhere around Labor Day my husband would think we had made a miracle.

My fingers fumbled with my father's belt and zipper, distracted by his adept fondling of my swollen lips and the delicate, knowing attentions to my swollen clit and my breasts. I finally worked his jeans open and tugged them down, surprised to find no underwear. His erection sprang forward and bobbed in the open air. It was so similar to Mark's, yet different. The low-hanging, uneven ball sac and plum-colored, bulbous head were the same, but thick blue veins meandered up each side of Bill's. Was it really bigger? I stroked it a few times before Bill pushed the robe off my shoulders and lifted me under my armpits effortlessly, setting me on the edge of the counter. 

The alignment was perfect. I leaned back, lifted my knees, and his crown prodded at my slit. I took in a sharp breath as it popped through, and I saw it disappear inside. I couldn't believe how sopping wet I was. Even still, both of us pushed and shoved several times before I felt his full length. He seemed so much more - more filling than Mark. He looked on me lovingly as he began to move, slowly rocking to and fro, spreading me with a gentle side-to-side motion. His massive hands held my breasts, massaging them tenderly, his thumbs teasing the nipples. 

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in toward me more forcefully. We didn't have much time - someone could burst through the door at any moment. He responded, thrusting more vigorously and tweaking my nipples. He grasped one hip firmly, like a handle, guiding my motions. With a hand behind my back, he sat me up, bringing our faces only inches apart. I was entranced by his eyes, and fell into them. Our lips were nearly touching. Tilting my head, I shut my eyes and closed the space between us, and we kissed for the first time, deeply and soulfully, our tongues entwining sensually while his marvelous penis steadily raked the walls of my puss. 

Bill's hands slid under my butt and lifted me off the counter. Still attached at our sexes and our mouths, he carried me to the massive oak dining room table and sat me on the edge. It was lower than the counter, and he laid me back on the cold hardwood and bent over me, pinning my arms to the table. The positioning at this angle was fantastic! His shaft stroked along my clit with each energetic thrust, and I felt myself approaching a climax. I rarely came when Mark and I fucked. The rough fabric of his shirt rubbed my nipples steadily, and moments later I loudly gave in to the thrill that raced from my ass straight up my spine. 

In the middle of my orgasm, Bill suddenly withdrew.

"No! Don't stop!" I begged, but my disappointment was short lived. He fell to his knees and thrust his face between my legs, slurping noisily at my juices, gnawing on my swollen labia and ramming his tongue surprisingly deep into my vagina. He began long, slow licks up the cleft that soon quickened, and I found myself clutching the sides of the table, my back arched, groaning deliriously as another climax took me. He didn't stop, but focused the tip of his tongue on the hood, rapidly flicking, while two of his thick fingers reamed my hyper-excited, gushing puss. Then I felt his pinky poking at my rear entrance - a place Mark never ventured - and when he wormed his finger in, a third wave washed over me. 

Rare and enthusiastic expletives burst from my screaming mouth. "Fuck! Bill, stop! Please, stop! Oh, fuck! I can't take it. Please...fuck me!"

Obediently, he stood, grinning from ear to ear, and slammed his prick back into me, forcing the air from my lungs with a grunt. He propped my ankles on his shoulders, wrapped his might arms around my thighs, and ravished me in earnest, lunging ferociously. I responded with equal fervor. Our pelvises crashed together with wet slaps. His huge, calloused hands grasped my breasts roughly, employing them as handles, leverage for his increasingly savage assault.

With steadily rising whimpers of "Oh, Peg! Oh - oh, ohmigod, Peg..." my father closed his eyes, impaled me once more, then threw his head back and froze, delivering his precious family seed deep against my cervix where it belonged.

Bill collapsed on the table next to me, and we looked into each other's eyes, silently, with labored breaths and lips touching tenderly as our bodies recovered. Somehow, with that mysterious sense that women have, I knew that I was well on my way to motherhood. 

It had all happened so quickly. This was the sticky part, dealing with the consequences. Where did we go from here? My eyes must have shown my concerns, because when I opened my mouth to ask, Bill placed his finger against my lips again and smiled. 

"I just want you and Mark to be happy, Peg. This stays between you and me. No one else needs to know." he said.

I nodded and mouthed the words, "Thank you." Just as I curled my hand behind his neck to pull him to a deep kiss, the sharp click of high heels resounded from the wooden porch. 

We jumped off of the table. Bill snatched his clothes from the floor and rushed to the bathroom to dress, while I quickly tied my robe, grabbed the mixer and began working on the lemon pie. I heard the front door open, followed by Lisa's bright "Hi-ya, Peg."

She came straight to the kitchen, her arms filled with grocery bags and her three-month old. She took one look at me, and her grinning face turned serious. "Are you alright, Peg?"

"I'm fine, Lisa," I said, then forced a smile. "Wh-why do you ask?"

"Your face. It's so flushed. Are you sure you're not coming down with something?"

"I'm positive," I said. "I feel great. Never felt better, in fact." 

I looked as innocent as I could, but cool semen trickled down my inner thigh, and I shivered involuntarily just as the toilet flushed and Bill came out, grinning sheepishly. Lisa turned a sideways look toward him, then back at me, and gave both of us a quirky smile. Had she guessed something?

"Hi-ya, Bill," she said, and gave him a hug around the neck, kissed his cheek, and then handed him her baby. I prayed that my father had thought to wash his face, or she was certain to have tasted me on him. She showed no sign that she picked up on anything. "Been here long?" she asked him. Was it just my conscience, or did her tone seem heavy with meaning?

"No, I made it here just about a half hour ago. Didn't come up last night like I usually do, and got a late start this morning," he said.

"Oh..." she said, with a raised brow. "Everything okay?" she asked him, with a quick side glance toward me. I was shaking. Oh, my God. She could ruin everything, for both of us.

"We're all fine, Lisa," he said, and kissed her forehead. "Everything's perfect."

"Super," she said happily, apparently satisfied. 

Bill took his newest grandchild to the living room to play, and I turned around and began mixing the curd again, anything to distract me from the cognitive dissonance, and to keep me from looking my sister in the eye. 

Lisa picked up the red ribbon from the counter and tied my hair back again. I was trembling. Oh, God. She had to know.

"Alright Peg, you're the boss today," she said. "That's the family tradition. What do you need me to do?"

"I - I don't know, Lisa. I - I'm..." I was coming unhinged. Tears clouded my eyes again.

She held my shoulders and turned me around, raising my chin to face her. My guilt had to be evident in my eyes. 

"Listen, Peg," she said firmly. "Everything's going to be just fine. Don't worry about a thing. We are all behind you, one hundred percent. Trust me - we've all been through this, just like you."

I seriously doubted that.

"It's going to be a busy day," she continued blithely. Taking the blender from my hand, she said, "I'll finish this. You go upstairs and take a few minutes to get yourself composed. Lie down if you need to. Maybe a shower would help," she suggested with a raised brow.

I'd already had one, but now I needed another. Could she smell the scent of sex that wafted around me?

I took Lisa's recommendations. I lay down for a few minutes, propping my butt up to maximize my chance of conception, then took another quick shower. I tried to focus on the dinner menu and timetable to take my mind off of what we'd done, and what would happen if Lisa even hinted to someone about any suspicions. I needed to talk with her privately, to carefully draw out what she was thinking, and what she might do.

I never got the chance. She had been right; the rest of the day was a blur. It was a challenge to juggle all of the responsibilities, but the other wives were ultra-helpful, especially Lisa. Each of them had organized the mad scramble of preparing the family Thanksgiving several times, and they worked seamlessly to keep everything flowing smoothly. 

Overwhelming guilt set in when Mark finally showed. I had to be careful that I didn't say or do something that might suggest anything had happened. If I hadn't been so worried about what it would do to the relationship between Mark and his father, I might have simply confessed my infidelity. Except it didn't feel like infidelity. Somehow, it felt right. I had a baby growing inside me, and I could even tell myself it was Mark's.

It helped that Bill was his usual gregarious self, playing with all the grand-kids, hugging the women while he was sneaking little snacks from the kitchen, and keeping everyone's glasses full of alcohol - except mine. He made sure I got ginger ale, straight. Also, I noticed that the heater seemed to be fine all day - never heard the slightest bit of noise, and I never saw Bill working on it. Then there was the bizarre coincidence of his special offer and my cycle. Could he have somehow known...? 

Such questions were forgotten and the flutters gradually went away as I got caught up in the dinner activities. We put the meal on the table right on time; the turkey was tender and moist, and the pie was lovely, as well as the rest of a meal fit to feed a small army. Fortunately, that's what we had - the nine of us adults were seated around the big table, along with Lisa's newest in his high-chair, and the ten other grand-kids scattered around the living room and breakfast nook.

The family was strong on tradition. One was the giving of thanks by each person before the meal. Bill always went last. Sitting there at the head of the table - where not so long before my ass had been dancing happily while he fucked me silly - my father told everyone, "I'm thankful that God guided the four most exquisitely beautiful, the most sweet and loving women in all the world to my lucky sons." He looked at each of us wives in turn as he said that, and when his eyes caught mine, I felt the heat rise in my face, and a fresh dampness in my panties. 

"And a special thanks for Peg," he added. "For her strong heart and giving attitude, and for all of the wonderful things she did for everyone here today." He raised his glass, and everybody clapped and cheered for me. I don't think anyone else saw his wink.

Mark leaned over and whispered, "I'm so proud of you, Peg," then kissed my cheek. 




Labor Day



I looked at him, searching his face for some sign, some clue that he knew of my deception. Instead, I found only love and admiration. I remembered that one detail remained: to be sure we made love soon. If needed, I'd have to let my inner slut out to play. After what happened today, that wouldn't be too difficult. Someway, somehow, Mark was going to get royally fucked tonight - hopefully more than once. Maybe we could even stay over an extra day and see if we might pull some more magic out of this old dining room table.

"I love you, Mark" I whispered to him, tears gathering in my eyes. Never had I uttered those words with more sincerity. 

We raised a toast of Irish whiskey (and ginger ale) to the dear departed Maggie, and I looked around at the other three wives. Every one of them stared intently at Bill, each wearing a curious smile and a noticeable flush in their cheeks, just like mine. At that moment, it occurred to me that each of them also had at least one child with a birthday around Labor Day - Lisa had two, including her newest. I also remembered that she drew the long straw last year.



Labor Day Cum & Play



As boys, Ethan and I spent many nights at the other's house. His brother was a few years older than us, a football jock, and was popular with the girls at school. My sister was the same age as Ethan's brother, but was more concerned with her friends than after school activities. They were both part of the popular crowd and often hung out together after school, giving Ethan and I more time to spend together.

As we got older, and spent more time together we became close, of course, telling each other everything. We'd talk about what we wanted to be when we got older, who we didn't like at school, what girls were putting out, normal teenager shit. Since we had become so close we could basically finish each other's sentences and often helped each other with what to wear and who to date.

It wasn't until 8th grade we figured out we liked each other in a way we were always told boys weren't supposed to, and it scared both of us because sleepovers became awkward, we talked less at school, and afternoon conversations became less about what we did that day and more about what we needed from the other. 

All those bottled up emotions came to a head during our sophomore year of college, when Ethan invited me to go with his family to the beach on labor day weekend. I remember that Wednesday morning like it was yesterday, as Ethan's dad packed up the car for he and I, his brother, and parents to head to Panama City Beach until Sunday. The weekends leading up to we became close again, and being together at school wasn't awkward anymore, as we were back to our inseparable ways.

We arrived in Panama City early in the afternoon, and Ethan and I were given our own room with an attached bathroom, much to his brother's protest. After we unpacked, I suggested we change into our swim suits and go for a walk on the beach to check out the girls. Ethan obliged, and much to my surprise stripped right in front of me. It was the first time I saw Ethan's cock, and I'm sure I looked like a deer in headlights. We clearly shaved his pubic hair and the top of his legs, which I remember made his balls look so smooth. His cock was very thick, and at least an inch longer than mine.

I remember standing there, mouth wide open when Ethan finally said, "come on fucker, let's go!" Finally snapping back to reality, I shed my clothes and walked to the chest to get my trunks. Catching a glance at Ethan, he watched my dick swing and ass jiggle like a hawk, almost salivating. At that moment I knew why he invited me down, and why he asked his parents if we could have the room to ourselves. It was fine with me though. We could finally get our unresolved feelings out in the open and relieve all the sexual tension between us.

The beach was crowded with bathers, families, retired people, college students on break, and no shortage of barely legal babes in shoe string bikinis. It was enough to make any teenage boy rock hard. The sound of waves crashing on the white-sand beach made our conversation inaudible to others around us as we were saying things about the girls in the shoe string bikinis that would make our mothers wash our mouths out with soap.

We walked what felt like a good mile, so I asked him if he was ready to turn around. He requested we walk a bit more when a volleyball came rolling towards my foot. I picked it up and looked around to find a group of fraternity brothers playing close to the pier. Most of them had on board shorts, but a few of them speedos, but all of them had perfect tans and perfectly chiseled, rock hard abs. Throwing back the volleyball, the frat guys thanked us, and asked if we would like to join. 

I looked over at Ethan for an answer only to discover his eyes were about to pop out of his head and his mouth had dropped about 3 feet under the sand. After a nudge on the shoulder, he quickly answered "Yeah sure, why not." I could see the lust in Ethan's eyes as he took in the bulging packages tucked in those speedos and visible dick lines in the board shorts, making his cock stiffen in his trunks. 

The guys were drinking beer, of course, and really seemed to like smacking each other on the ass when someone made a good play. It was all I could do to keep from taking part in feeling some college guy ass myself, but I wasn't half drunk so I figured it would be taken the wrong way. After a few hours, we decided to head back to the condo and grab something to eat. I guess we didn't realize we had so far to walk because we were already tired from playing volleyball, what felt like a mile trek in the sand later we were back in our room.

Ethan found a note from his parents saying they were out by the pool and his brother was no where to be found. After fixing our sandwiches, I decided to hop in the shower. 

As soon as I turned on the water I heard Ethan holler "don't jerk off without me!" What did he mean by that? I kind of chuckled a little bit, wondering if I was that obvious with my stares at the packages of the frat boys that he would think I was going to beat off. 

The hot water felt good to my sun kissed body, rinsing the sand from my legs and feet, the soap taking off the layer of sun screen I applied before our walk. I was so horny from watching those volleyball playing frat boys my cock was getting hard before I even got my hands down there to wash it. I teased it a little and played with my balls before remembering Ethan's words, wondering if I was a few minutes away from making a reality of what I long fantasized about. I soaped up my ass, making sure every creak and crevice was clean before turning off the water and drying off. 

Pulling the towel off my head from drying my hair, I see Ethan completely nude pissing on the other side of the bathroom. "Hope you saved some hot water for me," he teased. I modestly wrapped my towel around my waist and started to exit the bathroom when Ethan walked past me saying casually "I hope you remember what I said before you got in." 

He smacked my ass like the frat boys did and we both erupted in laughter, but my chuckles stopped when Ethan bent over to turn on the water. He spread his feet apart and bent his knees, purposely showing me his hole. I wanted right then to drop towel and walk up behind him to rub my growing cock on his hole, but instead I opened the bathroom door to our bedroom and left him to shower.

I didn't close the door all the way, because I planned to steal a peek at Ethan the same way he had done me when I got out of the shower. Once I heard the water turn off I made a mad dash for the bathroom. I made sure to have on nothing but my underwear, which was normal for us given our close relationship. Positioned in front of the toilet, I pulled my dick out and started to piss as soon as he pulled the curtain back. 

I tried so hard not to look his way but I could feel his eyes staring me down. I finished pissing and finally looked over. I guess Ethan was in a trance because he jumped as soon as he heard the toilet flush. 

"See something you like?" I said jokingly, admiring his goods myself. 

"Just thinking about something" he replied after a few seconds.

I walked out the bathroom to our bedroom, never taking my eyes off his thick, veiny cock, knowing he couldn't see me because of the towel over his head, drying his short brown hair. 

I lay in our bed flipping through the channels on the small TV on our dresser, stopping on MTV which was playing one of our favorite songs. Ethan walked in the room and over to the dresser, completely naked. 

"Would you put some fucking clothes on, your ass is in the way of the TV," I commented. 

Ethan shook his ass at me, "you know you like the view" he snapped back. 

Indeed I did. His body was a little more chiseled than mine, but we were both skinny and fit. I admired the slight V he was getting in his hips and the line in the middle of his abs, stopping at his briefs. I had just recently getting abs myself and we both made sure do walk around without shirts on whenever possible, trying to impress the girls. Ethan plopped down on the bed next to me in his underwear, and after a few minutes of being still, we both fell asleep.

A few hours later, Ethan's brother Seth bust open our door "Wake up fags!" he bellowed. 

"Fuck you Seth" I snapped back, prompting Seth to jump on our bed, grabbing both of us by the head with his arms. Seth was on the wrestling team at school and was damn good at it too. 

"You bitches should just give up" Seth proclaimed, as we both tried our damnedest to fight him off. 

After a few minutes he gave in and let us go. I have to admit, there was something about being bound into submission by Seth that made my dick quiver in my briefs. He was 6'2, ripped to perfection, and had a monster cock I had seen once while sleeping over with Ethan. It was much thicker than Ethan's, and had two huge veins running down either side of the shaft. It was easily 5 inches soft, I couldn't imagine how big it got when he was hard.

Ethan and I got ready for dinner and putt putt with his parents, while Seth got ready to meet some friends of his on the strip for what I'm sure would be a wild night of drinking, drugs, and somebody's girlfriend getting naked. We returned to our room a few hours later to watch a movie his parents brought. 

They both had a few glasses of wine with dinner, so halfway through the movie they were both passed out on the sofa. I grew bored with the movie, and suggested we walk around the complex or walk on the beach again. After getting permission from his parents, we started our second walk of the day, but this time our conversation wasn't our usual cars and wants chit chats.

"What all have you done with a girl?" Ethan asked. 

I was a little surprised, but figured he would ask me that sooner or later. "You know what I've done, we talk about every fucking thing" I replied. 

He gave me the that's-not-good-enough face. "I made out with Jamie, Logan and Courtney. I've pretty much done it all but have sex with Logan. I finger banged her pussy last week after school before my mom got home. Jamie is still the only girl whose sucked my dick, Logan acts like she's scared to do it or something. Oh yeah, I made out with Amber at that party last summer. She started jacking me off but got scared and quit when I told her I was gonna cum. How bout you?" I asked. 

Ethan started listing his scores "Well, I haven't had a girl suck my dick yet, but I did eat Jennifer's pussy..."

"No fucking way!" I interrupted, "What did it taste like? I've heard it smells funny."

"Jennifer's didn't smell bad, but it did have a funny taste to it. Like it was kinda sweet. I don't know how to describe it. The longer I did it the wetter her pussy got though. We had to stop cause she was getting it all over my sheets and I was scared my mom would see it. But you bet your ass I beat off as soon as she left!" We both erupted in laughter. 

We continued talking about the hot girls at our school, our celebrity crushes, what we thought sex felt like. I was halfway through telling him about a porn I watched at my cousin's house when Ethan interrupted me. 

"What do you think sex with a guy feels like?" 

I almost lost my balance I was so caught off guard. I had never really thought about it before, but I did know I was attracted to Ethan, and figured he was going somewhere with it. 

"Bitch, I don't know," I stammered "I don't imagine it's much different."

"Well I think about it like this, nobody knows what a guy likes better than a guy. You have to explain it to girls and walk them through it, I feel like with guys they already know what feels good and what doesn't cause we all jack off and watch porn."

"I never thought about it like that... Maybe you have a point. I had to basically tell Jamie how to suck my dick. I felt like she was going to think I was gay and had done it before I knew so much about it," I chuckled to myself.

"Have you ever done it before?" Ethan asked.

"Done what?"

"Sucked another guy's dick."

"Shit no. Have you?"

"My brother's. It was a long time ago. I made mom's favorite dish fall off the wall throwing a ball in the house, and he told me if I did it he would take the wrap for me." Ethan embarrassedly admitted.

"What was it like?" I asked, intrigued.

"It wasn't that bad. His dick didn't taste funny, but cum is super salty. It's all slimy and shit and if you let it dry it gets sticky. His balls smelled like sweat and cum, but his dick was so damn big I could hardly get the head of it in my mouth before it was gagging me."

"Damn" I replied in amazement, "is it really that big?"

"I just told you i've sucked dick before and all you can say is it really that big? You must want to try it yourself?" 

The question caught me off guard, but before I knew I was talking I replied "Kinda. I've always wondered what it was like." 

I couldn't believe I said that. This was my best friend and I just admitted to him I wanted to suck dick.

Ethan must have picked up on my stares in the bathroom and been looking for his opportunity. 

"I never thought my first time getting head would be by a guy, but you can suck mine if you want to."

I was so turned on. I couldn't believe the thing I thought about most while jerking off was actually about to happen, and I had no problem saying OK to his proposition.

We walked a little further towards the beach to find a dark place on the sand.

After finding the right spot, I took no time grabbing Ethan's throbbing cock through his shorts. It felt so big inside of his khaki shorts and briefs, and must have extended all the way to his hip. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and slid his zipper down. I reached in and could feel the heat coming from his dick through his underwear. 

After stroking his dick through his briefs for a few minutes, I finally got up the courage to pull his big cock out. I could see a string of pre-cum hanging on his underwear from the slit in the head of his dick. I was so curious to see what it tasted like I immediately knelt down in front of him and licked the pre-cum from his massive member. The mix of sweet and salty tasted so good on my tongue. 

I wanted more of it and I knew how to get it too. I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick, and went down as far as I could. The feeling of his warm cock on the back of my throat was amazing. I moved my head up and down his shaft, stopping at the head every now and then to lick the head with my tongue. 

I soon figured out how to swirl my tongue around his dick while sucking it, a sensation I had felt each time Jamie sucked me off. Every few minutes he would leak pre-cum into my mouth, making me want his load more and more. I started to really get into it, using my left hand to massage his balls and my right hand to jack his dick in rhythm with my sucking, making Ethan moan and his legs shake in anticipation of the coming orgasm. 

His cock started to swell in my mouth, his balls tensed up in my hand, his hips started to buck, and he unloaded spurt after spurt of cum in my mouth and throat, moaning so loud if anyone was near they would know exactly what was happening. I wanted to catch it all so bad, but he came so much it started to leak out of my mouth. I swallowed what I could, squeezing his dick head for the last of his sweet cum.

Ethan's first words were "Holy shit. Are you sure you've never done that before?"

I laughed, "That was definitely my first time, I just see it a lot in porn."

"Well you must watch a lot of fucking porn cause that was amazing. I've never cum like that before. I bet I could make you cum even harder," he boasted.

"I'd like to see you try," I insisted, with a grin on my face.

Ethan wasted no time pulling down my shorts and getting on his knees. I already felt like I would bust a nut just sucking my first dick and drinking my first cum load, but to my surprise I was able to enjoy his cock sucking skills for a little while. He wasn't as timid as I, and dove right in. He tried as hard as he could to deep throat my dick, but would gag every time it touched the back of his throat. 

He put the head of my dick in his mouth and started to suck as hard as he could, making my hard cock move back and forth in his warm, wet mouth. He started to fondle my nuts with his left hand, jerk me off with his right as I did him a few minutes earlier. He took my dick out of his mouth and continued to stroke it while he started licking and sucking my balls. 

He licked the skin, and took one nut at a time in his mouth, carefully sucking one then the other. His left hand started reaching further and further towards my hole. All he had to do was touch it and I was ready to explode. "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!" I exclaimed. Ethan promptly took my cock back in his mouth and started sucking and jacking the cum from my balls. 

I hadn't had an orgasm that good since the first time I had my dick sucked. I came for what felt like an hour, squirting hot cum all in Ethan's mouth. He was a more skilled swallower than I, and didn't let a drop escape his lips. I must have unloaded a bucket full, and he swallowed every bit.

The walk back to our condo was full of "you sucked mine better" "no, you sucked mine better" and by the time we got there, we were so turned on from talking about it, we decided to do it again. Creeping in the front door, Ethan made sure his parents and Seth were asleep before returning to our room and closing the door. I was already naked on the bed when he turned on the lights.

He gave me a up-and-down look and quickly undressed. He walked over to the bed and started to kiss me stomach, and slowly worked his way down to my cock. Both our dicks were already hard again, and I noticed Ethan's was leaking pre-cum again. As he started to play with and lick my cock and balls, I leaned over, putting my head on the edge of the bed and began returning the favor. It was a perfect 69 position, and we both were wildly sucking the other's dick, practically begging it for more precious cum. 

I took Ethan's cock out of my mouth to jack his dick and use my mouth and tongue to lick his balls. The smell of cum and sweat was intoxicating, and I took them in my mouth one at a time. I carefully sucked one then the other, being careful to not suck too hard. Finally I had them both in my mouth tugging on the loose skin gently with my teeth. 

I felt his legs start to shake from the sensation of my mouth salivating on his balls, tugging on them with my teeth, and jacking his cock with my hand. I quickly returned his pulsing dick to my mouth just in time to catch the first two spurts of cum. I swallowed quickly while he pumped more and more cum in my waiting mouth. He definitely came more than the first time, but this go round I refused to let any escape my lips. 

I swallowed for what felt like forever, finally feeling his cock soften in my mouth. After catching his breath, Ethan put my pre-cum soaked dick in his mouth and coaxed another huge cum load from my balls. He milked my cock, swallowing every drop like a pro until my balls were completely drained. We rolled over in the bed, completely spent, and fell asleep nude under our covers.

I hadn't slept that hard in a while, and when we woke the next morning, I could hear Seth taking a leak in the bathroom. He opened the door to our room, and quickly shut it, as if he had seen something he didn't want to. Ethan was on the side closest to the door, so I got up to see what he saw. 

To my dismay, Ethan was only partially under the covers, his legs and fully erect morning wood in plain sight. Seth had discovered we slept together nude last night. Little did we know, he wasn't going to let us forget it either.