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Like Father Like Son

By: hot thunder



I had been chatting online for a few months when I had posted a chat request to meet new contacts. A man from South Carolina messaged me. We made the usual small talk, getting to know things about each other. I found him very interesting and over the next few months we grew quite fond of one another. We cybered once but felt uncomfortable doing it because of the strong friendship that had grown. 

We continued to chat and flirt back and forth until one day out relationship took a sexual turn. We cybered and it was amazing. We continued to cyber over he next few months. After one cyber session Jack blurted out that he wanted to meet. I was shocked because we both were married and agreed that it would cause to many problems. Before I knew what was happening I responded, "Yes". 

We made the plans to meet at his time-share in Myrtle Beach in October. I was looking so forward to it as he was. We would have one glorious week together and then back to our own lives with the memories we shared. 

But one day Jack messaged me. "Honey I have some bad news. My son wants to come to the timeshare to spend some time with me. He doesn't know that I am going to be with you." I was upset because I had wanted to meet Jack so badly. What happened next surprised both Jack and myself, as we had never even thought about involving another person in our relationship. We had talked about a threesome before but neither of us had experienced it. 

"Why not ask him if he cares to participate?" I asked Jack. We thought about it and talked about it over the next few weeks. The day was fast approaching for our meeting and I hadn't heard anything back from Jack if his son would be joining us so I had assumed that he had turned down our offer.

The day was here. I arrived in Myrtle Beach and Jack met me at the airport. He was as handsome as his pictures. He had a little bit more grey at the temples but it made him look more distinguished, more handsome. We held each other for what seemed to be an eternity until someone pushed past us bringing us back to reality. The drive back to the beach was a little tense because we both knew what would happen when we got there. Jack carried my luggage into the beach house and into one of the bedrooms. When he came back to me he took me into his arms and we kissed. The kiss was tender and filled with passion. We broke away from one another and he said, "I have a surprise for you." I looked at him a little confused but he took my hand and walked me towards the bedroom. Sitting in an armchair was a gentlemen that resembled Jack but younger. He smiled and stood, walking towards me. He introduced himself as Jeff. He bent down to kiss me. His lips were tender and soft, just like Jacks. 

Jack was standing behind me with his hands around my waist. I leaned back against him as he started to kiss my neck. Jeff slowly began to undo my blouse as his father moved to unzip my skirt. Jeff began caressing my breasts, small circular motions, teasing the nipple. Jack had removed my skirt and his hand slid inside my panties. He began to tease my clit. Jeff's mouth began its decent down my chest , licking and sucking each breast, then moving down my tummy. Taking my panties in his mouth and pulling them off of me. Jack had stopped teasing my clit and Jeff's mouth moved to suck in my clit, licking. Jack was removing his clothes as Jeff continued his assault on my pussy. His tongue licking, teasing my inner walls. My hands moved behind me and found Jacks hard cock. I could feel the precum on the tip as I began to stroke him. He had an amazing cock for an older man. Jeff began to lick faster as my hips began to move. I was nearing an orgasm and I knew it was going to be a long, hard one. He took his finger and began to massage my clit and with that touch I came hard and he licked, sucking my juices into his mouth. 

My orgasm subsided and I turned to face Jack. Kissing him, my hands travelling down his body to his hard cock again. I moved him to the bed and laid him down. Kissing down n his body to his hard cock, getting between his legs and taking his hard cock in my mouth. Jeff came up behind me and his hand went to my wet pussy. I could feel him take his hard cock in his hands and tease my clit with it. I sucked Jack's cock, moving my tongue around the head and licking down his length. My tongue reaching his balls and licking his sensitive spot. Taking on of his balls into my mouth and sucking, then the other. His moans growing louder. Jeff was slowly moving his hard cock into my wet pussy. I could feel him go in and out then back in again. I moved my mouth around the head of Jack's cock, licking the tip then sucking the head. 

His hips beginning to move, his cock going in and out of my mouth as Jeff moved deeper and deeper into my pussy. My moans vibrating against Jack's cock as I sucked, my mouth moving up and down on him harder and faster. Jack's hands went to my head, holding me firm as his cock pumped in and out of my mouth. Jeff watching me suck his father's cock made him ram harder in and out of me. I was close to an orgasm. I sucked Jack harder, moving my hand to caress his firm balls, feeling him about to explode in my mouth. I clenched Jeff's cock deep inside of me as I came hard. As I came so did Jeff, shooting his hot seed into my pussy. As he continued to slowly move in and out of me I sucked Jack's cock until I moaned loudly and came deep into my throat. Swallowing all of his hot cum, licking the head of his cock, wanting every drop. Jeff collapses to the side of the bed and I move Up beside Jack. Wrapping my arms around him, my head resting on his shoulder, my leg intertwined with his. Jeff moved up beside me and wrapped his arm around my waist. We lay contented until we drifted off to sleep. Waking a few hours later to enjoy the passion of Jack all to my self as Jeff lay sleeping.

Like Father, Like Son



1.

Russell parked the car on the drive in front of his ex-wife's house, switched off the ignition and climbed out, reaching the porch of the house just in time to escape the first drops of a soft refreshing summer rain. Since their divorce, he and Sarah had remained on reasonable terms, allowing Russell to visit whenever he liked to see their son Liam whose mother had been granted custody of him at the time of the break-up.

That was four years ago and Liam was now a tall handsome and, it has to be said, very sexy eighteen years old whose body was finely honed by regular trips to the gym and playing football every week for his local Sunday League team. Russell had last seen his son a few weeks earlier on Liam's eighteenth birthday when he and Sarah had taken him out to dinner to celebrate and, for the few hours of that one single evening, they had been like a true family again.

Russell had been bowled over by how his son had grown, no longer a scruffy little boy but very much a man, doing well at his job in an insurance office, and gorgeous to look at into the bargain. Sarah and Liam were both aware that Russell swung both ways, in fact that had been the reason for the divorce. Sarah had turned a blind eye to her husband's gay activities for many years until she had come home early one afternoon and found Russell in bed - their bed - with some guy he had picked up while out cruising in the local toilets. Sarah had left then, taking Liam with her, but had decided to stay "good friends" with her soon-to-be ex-husband, simply for the sake of their son.

As Russell rang the bell to the house, Liam quickly pulled his shorts up and tried to set his mind into willing his hard-on to go down. As soon as his mother had left for the shops, he had gone downstairs with one of his favorite porn mags, dropped his shorts and had spent a happy half hour or so masturbating as he flicked through the pages, looking at one horny image after another. Liam loved his prick, it was his pride and joy and he never ceased marvelling at its power to give him so much pleasure at any time of the day and night, as and when he called upon it, and free of charge, too.

Liam glanced out of the window and smiled as he realised whose car it was parked in the drive. He was always pleased to see his father and for weeks now, whenever they met, hadn't failed to notice the lascivious looks that Russell was giving him. Liam was as proud of his dad as Russell was of him and he, too, had noticed what a great body Russell had, having really looked after himself and, at forty years old, had not an ounce of fat on him and was still as slim and athletic as his son.

Far from willing his cock to go down, Liam felt it getting even harder at the thought that he and his father were going to be alone for awhile. He had been harboring all kinds of erotic thoughts towards Russell for weeks. Once or twice on his birthday, when Sarah was visiting the ladies room, their eyes had met and knowing glances had passed between them but neither of them had acted upon the messages that were being clearly sent out. Now, however, Liam thought to himself, maybe that would change.

"Hi dad," Liam said, as he opened the door, "come on in out the rain. What brings you here on a day like this?"

Russell's mouth had watered immediately at the sight of his son in his tight white shorts and a matching bum-freezer vest and had not been slow to notice the bulge that was tenting out the front of Liam's shorts. It took him a few moments to recover from the sheer joy of seeing his beautiful son again before he was able to speak.

"Do I need an excuse to visit my own son?" Russell said, following Liam into the lounge. Liam had turned and preceded his father into the house so that Russell then had a completely unobstructed view of his son's spectacular shorts-clad ass and his mouth filled with saliva as his admiring eyes fixed onto the magnificent globes of Liam's ass cheeks, gloriously accentuated by the tightness of his shorts and highlighting the cleft of his ass crack. Russell's eyes had always been drawn to Liam's bum whenever he watched him playing football, running around the pitch with his ass cheeks rubbing together inside his shorts, but now the joy of seeing his own son's fabulous pair of buns in close-up, and with nobody else present, was completely overwhelming.

"'course not, dad," replied Liam in answer to his father's remark, "but there's only me here at the moment. Mom's gone shopping."

Even better, thought Russell, somehow reading his son's mind that he was thinking the same thoughts, too. Rusell always liked spending quality time with his son but it looked as if the quality of today's visit might be even more special than usual.

Liam had made no attempt to hide the porn mag he'd been thumbing through and it languished in full view on the coffee table. Liam parked his delectable ass on the sofa and glanced up at his father, smiling. Not only was the porn mag fully on view, so was the outline of Liam's hard-on in his shorts and Russell, who was wearing shorts too since it was a warm summer's day in spite of the rain, felt his own shorts instinctively start to bulge out at the front in response to the silent come-on he was getting from his son.

It was now or never, Russell thought, did he let this moment pass or risk responding to the messages? The porn mag languished on the table and provided the answer to his question as he picked it up and began to thumb through the pages. 

"Been wanking over these pics, son?" said Russell, taking the irreversible decision to confront the moment head-on. It would either kill their relationship stone dead or lead it on to dizzy new heights.

"Sure, dad," Liam replied, "what's wrong with that? All men of my age masturbate."

"I never said there was anything wrong, son," Russell replied, now as horny as fuck. "In fact, I would be really worried if you didn't."

"Why is that, dad?"

"Son, you've reached the age of ... well, judging by that bulge in your shorts, you don't need me to tell you."

"No dad," said Liam as Russell still thumbed through the porn mag, an engrossed look on his face. 

"These are good pics," said Russell, "I'm glad you like seeing men in action."

"Hey, dad," said Liam, now taking up the initiative, "why look at pics? I've got the real thing here."

Without giving Russell a chance to reply, Liam pulled down his shorts, exposing the full beauty of his impressive hard-on and a set of pink sweaty balls. "I saw the way you looked at me at my birthday party," Liam went on. "I think we both knew what we wanted but couldn't since mom was with us. Anyway, I've shown you mine, why don't you show me yours?" he finished, giggling.

Russell smiled, grateful that the ice had finally been broken. He quickly dropped his shorts, letting his own formidable package come into view. A momentary feeling of embarrassment came and went very quickly as Russell realised what he was embarking on. This wasn't just incest, which was frowned on by society, but gay incest though there was no question of Russell abusing his son, this was entirely mutual and they were both consenting adults. 

"Let's get undressed, dad," said Liam, standing and pulling his shorts off and lifting his vest over his head and Russell did the same so that both father and son stood naked together, smiling at each other with their cocks so hard they pointed up to the ceiling, their knobheads peeping out of their foreskins.

"You look great in the nude, son. Just hope your mother doesn't walk in and find us like this," said Russell, "it was my gay side that got us our divorce."

"Dad, stop worrying, mom won't be back for hours yet," replied Liam, "you know what women are like once they go shopping, it's a whole day's outing for them."

"Yeah," said Russell, "I've never been able to understand how they can idle their lives away walking round shops all day. I get what I want and then get the hell out the place."

"Don't worry about that, dad," Liam said. "Come on, put that fucking porn mag down and let's have some fun before mom does get home."

Russell threw the porn mag down on the table and dropped to his knees in front of Liam who was proudly displaying his thick rod directly in front of his father's eyes. Russell shivered with excitement, his whole body trembling, as he took in the view as Liam peeled his foreskin back as far as it would go, fully exposing his pink bulbous knobhead which was smeared in a thick gob of pre-cum.

"Not yet, dad," said Liam, as Russell opened his mouth, "let me suck you first. I've wanted to taste my daddy's dick for ages."

Russell shrugged and got back onto his feet. Having waited months for the pleasure of having his own son's cock in his mouth, a few more minutes wouldn't make much difference. He likewise peeled back his foreskin, his knobhead equally glistening with pre-cum and waited for Liam to give it his attention.

He didn't have to wait long. Liam was quickly on his knees, gazing admiringly at the stiff pole that had helped to create him. The sleazy porn mag that Liam had enjoyed looking at earlier and which Russell had found difficult to put down was now completely forgotten as it lay discarded on the coffee table and, as Liam had said, they got down to business with the real thing ...

2.

"Wow, dad," said Liam, "that stiff cock of yours is fucking awesome."

Without saying another word, Liam opened his mouth and engulfed Russell's aroused prick, sliding it deftly over his tongue until the head reached the back of his throat.

"Mmmm," Liam murmured, "feels great in my mouth," he said, relinquishing it to speak and then quickly swallowing it again.

"That's the way, son," said Russell who was enjoying discovering just what a great cocksucker his son was proving to be. "Suck your daddy's dick, it feels just as great for me, too."

"Mmmm," Liam managed to murmur again as he gagged on Russell's rod, devouring hungrily like a thing possessed.

"You're right, son," said Russell, "the real thing is much better than looking at porn mags. But, then, I always knew that and you are one hell of a cocksucker."

Liam continued to suck his father for a good ten minutes until he needed to take a very necessary break for air. "Fuck, dad, that was so good," he said, standing up.

"Yeah," said Russell, "and now its my turn. Don't stop me this time."

"I won't dad," replied Liam, "it's all yours. Suck it hard."

Russell loved sucking cock as much as he did licking pussy but this time it would be even better since it was not any cock, usually some stranger's he'd met while out cruising, but that of his own horny handsome son. Russell cupped Liam's balls in his right hand and, reaching round with his left, grabbed his son's ass and drew him closer to him. Liam's eyes rolled in his head as Russell took his son into his mouth and soon increased the pace while their combined grunts and groans of pleasure grew louder.

Liam placed his hands on his father's head and smiled down at him. "Can't believe we're actually doing this at last, eh dad?"

"No, son," replied Russell, letting Liam's cock fall out of his mouth, "I'm pleased you're really into it as much as I am. Let me see your ass."

Liam turned to show his father his tight naked buttocks. "You've got a great looking ass, son," Russell said, "I couldn't take my eyes off it when you had your shorts on and it looks just as great bare."

"You've got a pretty good ass yourself, dad," replied Liam, "and I'm pleased mine turns you on so much. I want you to lick it."

"Get on your hands and knees, then," said Russell.

Russell feasted his eyes on Liam's bum directly in front of his face. "Beautiful, son," he said, "those cheeks of yours are magnificent. The best ass I've ever seen."

"You're only saying that 'cause its mine, dad," laughed Liam.

"Yeah, well, of course I'm biased but I really mean what I say. You've got the best ass in the world."

"Thanks, dad, that makes me feel great. I want you to stick your tongue up it."

"Spread your cheeks, son, let me finger it first. Get it loosened up a bit."

Russell watched fascinated as Liam clasped his buns with his hands and prised them apart, exposing his pink gaping asshole. Another series of shivers coursed their way through Russell as Liam worked his ass muscles in and out, winking his hole as Russell worked the index finger of his right hand into his son's asshole.

"Like having your ass stretched, son?" asked Russell, his index finger being joined by his third finger as he went in as deep as he could.

"Yeah, dad," said Liam, his voice dripping with enthusiastic lust, "feels really great."

Russell continued fingering Liam for a good five minutes, then withdrew his fingers and put them in his mouth to taste the intoxicating scent of Liam's asshole left behind on them. "Mmmm, that's nice," murmured Russell, "your cute ass has a lovely taste."

"You can taste it even better if you stick your tongue up it," said Liam. "Come on, dad, don't keep me waiting, I really need a good rimming. Then you can fuck me as well."

"Have you been rimmed and fucked before, son?" asked Russell.

"No dad," said Liam, "at least not by a man."

Russell was pleased to hear that Liam liked the straight stuff too, a real case of like father, like son. Russell's paternal pride increased tenfold, however, in the knowledge that he would be the first man to lick out Liam's asshole and plow its depths with a nice hot incestuous gay fuck.

"I'm pleased you like my ass, dad," Liam said again, "now quit speaking and get licking."

Russell didn't need any further encouragement, he stuck out his hot wet tongue and dived straight in, sending it deep into the gaping hole that Liam was still displaying, his spread cheeks still clasped in his hands and now as far apart as nature allowed. Russell was and is an experienced rimmer and was determined to make his son's first experience of male ass licking as enjoyable and exciting as possible.

"That is fucking brilliant, dad," Liam said, once again reading Russell's mind as he complimented his father on his rimming skills, "your tongue feels real good up my ass, so nice and hot."

"You sure are a piece of hot ass," said Russell, momentarily coming up for air after ten minutes of continuous rimming, "can't wait to fuck it."

"Let me go get some KY," said Liam, standing and moving over to the door to the hall. "Back in a mo'".

Russell watched Liam's bare ass cheeks working together as he walked away and lay back on the carpet. Any doubts and fears he had had at embarking on an incestuous relationship with his own son had now completely disappeared and he could hardly believe his luck, especially having never expected it to happen when he set out from home, expecting instead to find both Liam and Sarah at home and the three of them just sit around chatting and drinking coffee. He laughed to himself as he thanked his lucky stars for Sarah's unwitting perspicacity in making herself scarce for the day ...

3.

Liam returned a few moments later, his cock still hard and his scrotum swinging hypnotically like a pendulum as he walked towards Russell, a tube of KY in his hand. He unscrewed the cap and smeared a liberal helping onto his fingers, then worked it into his asshole.

"Want some, dad?"

"Thanks, son," replied Russell, taking the tube and greasing his prick before handing the tube back to Liam who smeared some more into his ass as he got onto his hands and knees.

"That's enough lube, son," said Russell, "I think you're just about ready for me now."

"Sure fucking am, dad," replied Liam, "I've wanted this for so long. Fuck my tight ass with that hot daddy prick of yours."

"You've really never had your ass fucked before?" asked Russell.

"I told you, dad, no," said Liam, a note of impatience creeping into his voice. "Apart from some woman I went with once who did me with a strap-on. But this is going to be much more exciting, taing my own dad's prick up my ass."

Russell felt more excited than ever as images of his son being fucked by a woman with a strap-on appeared in his mind's eye. It spurred him on and, without wasting another second, Liam's request was finally granted as Russell tentatively placed his cock at the entrance to his son's anus.

He let it rest there for a few moments, nudging the entrance gently, then he slowly pushed in, little by little, inch by inch, until he was in all the way up to the balls. Liam sighed happily as Russell began the fuck with slow intense thrusts before quickening the pace until he was pumping his son with gusto, his big balls slapping against the insides of Liam's thighs.

"Oh yeah, dad," breathed Liam, "this is so exciting knowing the cock in my ass is my own father's."

"You like having your daddy's dick in your ass, eh son?" said Russell, rhetorically, "the look on your face says everything."

"No need to ask, then, is there? Just keep going. Don't stop."

"I can tell you're not a virgin, son, the way you take my big prick up your ass. I'd love to see you get fucked by a woman, sometime."

"Maybe," Liam managed to say as he pushed his ass back to meet every thrust, "but this is the best fuck I've ever had."

"Couple of real pervert sluts, ain't we?"

"Yeah, dad, and who cares? If this is perversion, then so be it, beats being fucking normal like those boring farts who try to tell us how to run our lives. They can all sod off and mind their own."

"You make me feel really proud, son," said Russell, "so proud, I ain't gonna last out much longer,"

"Cum in my ass, dad," said Liam, "let me feel that hot spunk of yours flooding my asshole."

"Aaaaagh!" Russell cried, moments later, as his orgasm caused red hot flames of passion to course through every crevice of his sexed-up body and he shot spurt after spurt into Liam's asshole, milking his colossal cumshot for all he was worth.

When it was finished, Russell pulled out and smiled at the sight of the last drops of his spunk seeping out of Liam's asshole. He fell back on the carpet and rested his elbows on the floor, resting his back up against the sofa as they both started to get their breaths back.

"Bloody hell, dad," said Liam, "d'you always cum so much?"

"Always," replied Russell, "and this lot was all yours."

"Sure was," said Liam, "and now its my turn to return the compliment. I ain't through yet and I bet you'd like a good fuck too, eh? I've fucked plenty of pussies and female asses but I've never fucked a male one before and you, my dear father, are priveleged to be the first."

"Sure is a privelege, son," said Russell, "the highest any loving son could give his proud father. Let me sit on it."

Liam lay down on the floor, his hard-on undiminished since he'd first started wanking on his own before Russell's arrival, sticking up like a ramrod and only too eager to stick it into his father's ass. Russell stood and moved over and placed his legs either side of Liam's prostrate body, Liam looking up to watch Russell spreading his ass cheeks as he lowered himself slowly and impaled himself on his son's prick.

"Gee, dad, your sweaty asshole is just as tight as mine," Liam said as the walls of Russell's ass clamped around his stiff pole.

Russell sighed and sat there motionless on Liam's rod for a few moments as he got used to the taboo hardcore position he now found himself in, facing forward towards Liam. He leaned forward and kissed his son on the lips, their tongues snaking into each other's mouths as Liam started the fucking in the same slow deliberate way as his father had done to him. Very soon, however, Russell was fully acclimatised to the invasion and began posting up and down as Liam increased the tempo.

"Fucking hell, son," said Russell, "I never realised incest could be so much fun. This is the perfect way to thank me for all the years I spent before your mom and I parted looking after you while you were growing up. And, boy oh boy, have you grown, I always knew you'd be a big boy one day."




Like Father, Like Son



"The pleasure's mine, dad," said Liam. "I'm proud of you too and I've wanted so much to fuck you. It's great being in the nude together, this is some of the hottest sex I've ever had."

Liam continued to stretch Russell's ass for another quarter of an hour or so until Russell felt as if his asshole would split, not into two but several different pieces, destroying it completely. He'd taken lots of cock up his ass over the years but this was really special, being fucked by his own son. Unlike the others which was "just sex", this was an act of true love.

Russell reluctantly hauled himself off Liam's prick and knelt down on his knees as Liam stood up in front of him and began wanking. "I'm gonna cum, dad," he said.

"Yeah, son, shoot it all over me," replied Russell, "I love being spunked over."

"Whereabouts, dad?"

"Anywhere," said Russell succinctly, "face, neck, chest, I don't mind."

Stars were starting to dance before Liam's eyes as he rocked back and forth on his strong athletic legs, his spunk-laden balls seconds away from being relieved of their contents. With one final tug, Liam screwed up his eyes, gave a loud cry of sheer bliss, and spewed out his love juice in long thick ribbons of white hot incestuous sperm, enough to make a male porn actor green with envy.

Russell lifted his head as Liam blasted him with his cum. Several jets rained down like a waterfall in quick motion onto Russell's face, dribbling across his nose and down to his chin as Liam lowered his aim to send his remaining spurts over his father's chest and tits, coating them in thick reams of his hot jizz which broke into several little streams as it worked its way down to Russell's navel. When Liam opened his eyes, he hardly recognised his father, his face buried under what looked like a ton of spunk and his chest and tits smothered in similar fashion.

"Son, you've done me proud," said Russell, "that was so good. You ought to be doing porn movies for a living instead of working in some crummy insurance office."

"Don't think I haven't thought about it, dad," said Liam, "I would really enjoy that, 'specially if we could do some films together. So many incest films are actors pretending to be related, it rather spoils the excitement. Think how much better it will be for the performers and the audience if it was a real father and son performing together."

"I don't think so," said Russell, suddenly serious, "incest is all very well in private but its the last great taboo so, good as being filmed sounds, its impossible, I'm afraid. We have to be careful that nobody finds out what we've done today."

"I hope it won't just be today, dad," said Liam, "I've really enjoyed our first suck and fuck session and I don't want it to be the last."

"Yeah, son, we must get together like this again soon. Preferably at my place. Now, I want to fuck your ass again before your mother gets home. Bend over, son."

Liam was only too ready to comply and sighed as he settled in happily for his second incestuous fuck of the day. "Fuck my ass, dad," he said as Russell pressed in deeper and upped the pace, "you fuck so well."

"I could fuck your ass all day," said Russell as he pounded in and out, harder than ever, "it feels great fucking my own son."

"Yeah, dad, and I want to fuck you again, too."

Indeed, father and son fucked each other several more times that afternoon, as well as rimming and sixty-nining, and there was plenty of spunk flying about, such was their wholehearted stamina and enthusiasm as they abandoned themselves completely to each other. When sheer exhaustion finally got the better of them, they went up to the shower to wash together, their hands fondling pricks, balls and asses as the jets rained down needle-sharp on their tired and well-and-truly fucked bodies.

"I've really enjoyed today, son," said Russell when they were towelling themselves down, "and I'm glad your mom didn't walk in on us. I'd best get going now, just in case."

They started to pull on their vests and shorts and snogged for a few more moments, Russell's hands fondling his son's bottom through his shorts.

"Your ass is just as great in your shorts, son," Russell said, "I've always enjoyed ogling it when I've watched you play football."

"You kinky sod," laughed Liam. "I've really enjoyed today, too, dad, it was great."

Liam accompanied his father to the car and once Russell was inside, he wound down the window and smiled up at his son.

"Yeah, son," he said, "the best sex I've ever had."

"Yeah, dad," said Liam as Russell switched on the ignition. "In fact," he went on, smiling mischievously at his father, "it was just as good as when I fucked mom yesterday and she fucked me in the ass with her strap-on ..." 



Like Father, Like Son



Mom and dad divorced when I was still fairly young. I saw him every other weekend for a few months after that until he landed a new job out on the West coast. After that, I saw him once a year for a couple of weeks during the summer. Obviously we didn't spend a lot of time together, and because of that, we never were very close.

Though I continued to get a card here and there from him on birthdays, or a parcel with presents in it around Christmas time, dad became for me nothing more than one of those distant relatives that you knew you had and probably enjoyed visiting with whenever you saw him, but with mom eventually remarrying, my stepfather became more of a father to me simply because of circumstance and logistics.

Busy as he was in his business, which I think had contributed greatly to my own parent's breakup, dad never remarried though he'd certainly dated enough women off and on to keep him sexually happy as I later learned.

By the time I had graduated from high school, I was already looking forward to entering into college, wanting to eventually become a marine biologist. As it turned out, some of the best schools for that were on the West coast where I was eventually accepted. By now my parents were getting along reasonably well, and I'd heard them talking on the phone together about my coming out for a visit in order to take a look at a couple of the colleges in the area before deciding which one I wanted to attend. I already had a pretty good idea of what they'd been talking about, and actually found myself in agreement with it when mom called me into the kitchen area.

"Randy, can you come in here for a minute? There's something I want to discuss with you," mom had said.

Sitting down across from her, she began.

"Your father and I agreed that it might be a good idea if you were to go and stay with him for a few weeks while you're looking at which university you'd prefer attending, which I think is a good idea as you can take your time before making any final decisions. There's just one other detail you need to be aware of before doing that."

"What's that?"

"Your dad has a live in girlfriend, someone he's been seeing for the past few months," she told me, which was news to me, as I hadn't been aware he'd been seeing anyone as of late, let alone letting her move in with him, something he hadn't done before.

"Sounds like he's getting serious with this one then," I replied

"I don't know...maybe, but before heading out there, he wanted to make sure you were ok with that before showing up since she'll be there, and though you'll certainly have your own room, you know how small your father's place is. It's apt to feel a bit crowded."

It wasn't exactly a beach house, but it was within walking distance to the beach, which I was looking forward to. The last time I'd even been for a visit was over two years ago, and dad was in the process of remodeling the place then when I'd gone for a visit. With the mess of reconstruction, I'd spent a lot of time at the beach when we weren't sightseeing or going to the amusement parks. His intent had been to extend the small attic into two bedrooms upstairs in a loft overlooking the bottom floor, and then converting what had been then the single large bedroom into a larger living area. I couldn't help but wonder how three of us would keep from tripping over one another's feet. Even so, I looked forward to my arrival and did so three days later.

I have to admit, I was surprised. What had initially been, or looked to be a fairly run-down shack more than home, had been converted into something quite spectacular in comparison to the way I'd last seen it. There was now a large standing deck off the back of the two bedrooms which shared it, each with its own private access, and built just high enough that you could actually see the ocean view from there. It was airy with an opening in the ceiling that could be rolled over and closed whenever there was bad weather or too windy to allow it to remain open. Below, the living room was indeed far more spacious with a conversation pit that dad had had excavated around a small cozy open fire pit, with a semi modernized kitchen that though compact for its small size, was extremely functional.

The only odd thing was as I followed my dad up the stairs to the new bedrooms was the fact that there was no door leading into either one. They were both open, though separated by a wall, but each led out to a small overhanging balcony looking down into the rooms below, thus keeping the 'loft-like' feel to them, but sacrificing whatever privacy might have been needed or required from time to time. Still, it was an interesting set up, and architecturally beautiful in design.

"So where's Kathy?" I asked after tossing my bags onto the bed.

"She should be here anytime now," my father told me. "She's out doing some grocery shopping, thought it might give us a chance to have a little time getting reacquainted before joining us."

As I'd grown older, I had certainly taken on more and more of my father's looks. Mom and dad had only been nineteen when they had me, which was the main reason for their getting married in the first place. And though it had been over eighteen years since that time, dad didn't look a whole lot different now than he had then, a bit more mature looking perhaps, but he'd kept himself in great physical shape, had a natural California tan most of the time without overdoing it, and had maintained the same thick dark hair that I had, along with matching hazel colored eyes that made us look even more alike in comparison.

"Darla's gonna love you!" Dad said slyly.

"Darla? Who's Darla?" I asked then.

"Mom didn't tell you?" he asked in surprise.

"Ah no...she didn't," I stated, suddenly concerned. In my mind, I had this picture of some snot-nosed teenage kid that would constantly be hanging around me.

"Hmm," dad mused. "Wonder why?" he said more to himself, before speaking directly to me. "Well, Darla's Kathy's daughter of course, she's currently attending a college a bit further North of here, has her own apartment that she shares with some room-mates, though she makes it down for a visit every other weekend or so, "he explained. "Anyway, we thought it would be nice for her to come down for a visit next weekend, finally meet you after you'd had a week to yourself settling in."

At least Darla was around my age, slightly older even, which couldn't be all bad, though I still had no idea what she looked like, and found myself asking him.

Dad grinned, "When you meet Kathy, you'll know," he told me. "She's the spitting image of her mother, with blonde hair halfway down her back, blue eyes and a figure most women would die for!" he further explained, then caught me off guard a little as he cupped a pair of imaginary breasts, thus telling me as he did so that Darla was obviously well endowed in that department.

I felt my face flush somewhat, and though I was no longer a virgin, I'd only really been with one girl, so was still pretty naive and inexperienced when it came to girls, being somewhat shy most of my teenage years, even though I'd been considered good looking and had never had any trouble going out on dates, though it always made me extremely nervous whenever I asked.

Dad turned smiling, the sound of car tires on the gravel drive outside alerting us both that Kathy had arrived. Moments later she came inside with two arms full of groceries.

"There's more in the car," she told us both smiling heading over towards the kitchen area where she placed both sacks on the counter, immediately turning to embrace me rather warmly rather than merely shaking my hand as I'd expected to do.

"Nonsense," she'd said, ignoring my hand, drawing me against her, hugging me, which had the effect of capturing my offered hand between us before I could withdraw it, the sudden contact of Kathy's full breasts pressed against my hand between our chests making my introduction to her most awkward, though not without a mild thrill and amusement as we stood there hugging for a moment before she released me and my hand stepping back.

"You're the spitting image of your father," she told me checking me out. "Not at all like any of the picture's I've seen of you either," she added.

"Dad says the same thing about your daughter," I responded, now seeing Kathy for the first time really as we stood gawking at one another.

Her hair though short, framed her oval shaped face beautifully, with what could only be described as ocean blue eyes, a full set of Angelina Jolie lips, I actually found myself standing there wondering what it would be like kissing her, an unexpected thought that caused my cock to twitch, reminding me as it did so that I was imaging thoughts I had no business thinking about. But the fact that she was also standing there in a short pair of cut off Levis revealing a great deal of beautifully tanned, very shapely legs wasn't helping much. And added to all that, was the tight fitting white tank top she was wearing that molded her round full breasts as though it had been painted on.

"Why thank you," she said grinning at me, twin hard nipples pressing against the front of her shirt that I found myself having to tear my eyes away from. "Like father, like son," she said grinning even broader as she turned towards my father, her comment once again catching me off guard, and I wondered for a moment what she'd meant by that, though she quickly explained that when speaking to dad.

"Looks like your son is a tit man too," she said shamelessly. "Not surprised either if he's anything like you are," she added giving dad a quick affectionate kiss. "Now...how about helping me with these groceries? So unless you feel like cooking dinner yourself, I need to get things going here!"

Kathy's smile was infectious, disarming, as was her obvious open attitude. Once again I felt my face flushing with embarrassment for she had indeed caught me looking a bit too long at her chest, though in all honesty, I didn't realize that I had been doing so to the extent that I obviously had been.

Following dad outside to the car where we collected the rest of the groceries, he once again smiled looking at me, "Well? What do you think? Is she hot or what?"

Just hearing my father speaking to me about her like this was oddly different. I mean he was my father after all, but it made me feel more like he was a friend too in a way, and I liked his easy going attitude, making me feel suddenly a lot more comfortable than I had ever felt around him before.

"Yeah, she is!" I actually admitted smiling back at him.

"And like I told you, as good looking as she is? Wait until you meet Darla," he told me, though the thought of doing that suddenly made me extremely nervous, even though she wasn't even there yet."

"Yeah, well we'll see," I said more to myself than to my father, though he'd heard it and chuckled to himself as we carried the rest of everything back inside.

#

Dinner was wonderful, as was the view. Dad had barbequed steaks, cooked to perfection, Kathy had added a nice potato salad along with fresh corn on the cob also barbequed on the grill. We'd eaten outside on the new deck overlooking the ocean, though that hadn't been the view I'd found nearly as spectacular as the one I was looking at now, and had been on the sly most of the evening. Kathy had slipped into a white bikini, further showing off her gorgeous tan, but also revealing if that was even possible, more of her heavenly formed breasts. I am sure that since it had been a while since I'd even gone out on a date with a girl, a couple of months now at least, that my mind wandered far more than it might have under normal circumstances. I simply just wasn't used to seeing women in bikinis, especially when they weren't even swimming, but just lounging around. It was all I could do to keep my eyes and mind focused elsewhere every time Kathy leaned over, or turned off to one side, her marvelous full sized breasts drawing my eyes to them as though they were magnets.

We sat out on the deck talking and getting to know one another better far into the night, until I'd actually started to grow sleepy, not really used to drinking so much wine for one thing, but even the two hours difference in time was having an effect on me.

"Time for bed," I exclaimed excusing myself, glad there was at least a door on the bathroom downstairs, though still finding it somewhat disconcerting to walk upstairs and into my semi-open bedroom.

I had nearly fallen asleep when I heard dad and Kathy come up the stairs from using the bathroom below as well, slipping into their room. And though they spoke quietly and softly, I could still make out a few things they were saying.

"God I'm still horny!" Kathy half whispered though I could hear her quite easily as she said that.

"You're always horny," dad answered her back, and I could hear the smile in his tone of voice when he did.

"Yeah well, fucking you out on the deck always does get to me," Kathy giggled still trying to be quiet without much success.

Where I had actually been tired and near sleep only moments ago, I now found myself wide awake, the image of the two of them outside on the deck where we'd all been sitting together only a short time ago, now filling my thoughts with lusty images of the two of them together, my own father for one thing, which was bad enough as I pictured it, his hard stiff prick sliding in and out of Kathy's cunt, but the additional image of what I had some basis to picture inside my head, causing my own prick to harden almost painfully so. And not only had I not been dating any girls as of late, I hadn't been doing much of anything else either, so when the flush of arousal and excitement hit me, it was nearly overwhelming!

"Oh, I need to suck this," Kathy moaned, then I heard her as she sat on the bed, my mind's eye now creating the image of dad standing naked before her, her lips...those magnificent full lips of hers wrapping around his member, sucking and licking it. My own hand now encircling my cock head as though it were her mouth sucking me, listening carefully to the sounds she was making, obviously aroused, enjoying whatever it was she was doing and not being all that cautious about my ability to even hear them as well as I was, though I also imagined that in all likelihood, they hadn't really considered that before now.

"Oh yeah baby," I heard dad moaning. "God that feels good," he moaned once more even more deeply. "You are one hell of a cock-sucker!" he spoke a little too loudly, causing Kathy to giggle, reminding him as she did that I was in the next room and that maybe they'd best quiet things down a little.

They did, making it harder for me to be able to hear much of anything, though just enough that when they obviously began fucking again, I could actually hear the sounds that Kathy's wet sloshy pussy was making every time my old man thrust into her, that and her eventual squeal of ecstasy when she came, though she tried very hard while doing that to keep it down as I once again imagined her with her face buried in the pillow as she did so.

I came soon afterwards myself, my prick jettisoning what felt like a gallon of cum as I climaxed, the image of the two of them forever burned within my mind as I continued pumping out one deliciously hard-felt squirt after another, having to use several tissues out of the box on my nightstand afterwards to clean up with.

#

I woke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, stumbling out of bed still sleepy-eyed, but also in desperate need of a pee. I headed towards the stairs after throwing my robe on, my morning hard making the decent even more difficult as I had to rearrange my bathrobe halfway down the stairs in order to conceal it, just as Kathy came into view holding two cups of coffee, watching me as I readjusted my robe, briefly revealing myself in the process. If she noticed, she didn't really let on, though she did smile upon seeing me. She placed the cups on the small kitchen table, sitting down as I passed by on my way into the bathroom.

"Where's dad?" I asked.

"Out for his morning run, though he should be back anytime now," she answered. "Normally I go with him, but thought I'd wait here for you so you didn't wonder where we'd both disappeared to when you woke up."

As I stood in the bathroom trying to will my cock down so I could pee, it only then dawned on me that Kathy had been wearing nothing more than one of dads long white tee shirts. Maybe she was also wearing panties beneath that, but I had no real way of telling that from my angle. 

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, my cock hardening even more rather than softening with the urge to pee lessening, and the urge to actually jerk myself off once again strengthening as I stood there.

Giving up on both for the moment, I flushed the toilet without going, washed my hands as though I had, and emerged back into the kitchen area where Kathy sat sipping her coffee, mine sitting on the table across from her where I now took my seat.

"Sleep well?" she asked peering at me over the rim of her cup as she sipped it.

"Oh yeah, like a baby!" I answered truthfully, for I had after the hard intense climax I'd experienced working better than any sleeping pill any doctor could have prescribed.

"That's good," Kathy smiled sitting her cup down and looking pointedly towards me. "I was a little concerned we might have kept you up," she said smiling once again, and I actually noticed a slight flush in her cheeks as she said that. "We tried to keep it down, but your father has a way of bringing out the wild woman in me."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Kathy had come right out and intimated what they'd been doing last night, obviously well aware that I could possibly hear the two of them after all.

"I guess that's the only downside of the rooms being the way that they are," she added conversationally. "There's not a whole lot that goes on here that remains very private is there?"

"Ah...no," I grinned somewhat awkwardly, letting her know as I answered that I had indeed been aware of their coupling the night before.

"Did it keep you up?"

I almost said yes, the now formed image of my own hard cock in hand as I jerked myself off while listening to them. "No...not really. I was pretty tired and actually did fall asleep, so whatever the two of you ended up doing, I wasn't really aware of it."

"Liar!" she laughed playfully. "But we really will try and keep it down better next time."

I didn't have a response to that, so I picked up my coffee and drank from it instead, watching her as she stood and walked over to the sideboard to pour a second cup. Reaching for the cream, I saw the hem of her tee shirt raise just enough to reveal the fleshiness of her twin ass cheeks. I'd been wrong, she wasn't wearing any panties! Returning with the coffee pot, she freshened mine then took her seat once again.

"So, anything special you'd like to do today?"

"Yeah...cum all over your tits," I thought to myself. "No...not really," I actually answered, somewhat ashamed with myself for even thinking such a thing with her being my father's girlfriend and all. It was Saturday, and I hadn't really planned on going to visit any of the Universities until Monday, and one a bit further up the coast, which would necessitate a nearly full day's drive up and back later on during the week. "Thought I'd just go for a swim later," I then added once again catching myself looking across the table at Kathy's tits, her nipples once again hard, pressing against the thin material of the shirt she was wearing.

"That sounds like fun, mind if I come with you when you do?" she asked.

"No, not at all," I answered easily, the image now forming of that sexy brief bikini she'd worn the night before, once again re-stiffening my cock which had just barely begun to soften, the additional coffee only now adding to my ever growing discomfort, so much so that I finally had to excuse myself and go do something about it before I burst...one way or the other.




Like Father, Like Son



What I didn't realize or catch immediately as I stood, was the way too obvious bulge that tented out my robe as I stood up, looking down in horror, seeing the obvious, then looking up to catch Kathy's eyes staring at it, though she tried hiding the smile that suddenly split her face as she did so, as she took another sip of her coffee.

"Ah...I need to pee," I stammered feeling stupid as I said it, and then dashed off towards the bathroom once again.

"Take your time," she giggled after me. "I'll get some breakfast going," she added though I could still hear the smile in her tone of voice as she said that.

#

Though I finally managed to pee, I still ended up jerking myself off in the shower afterwards, emerging a short time later just in time to catch dad standing behind Kathy as she stood scrambling some eggs. Though he quickly removed his hand away from her ass, it was obvious what he'd been doing, especially when her shirttail hung for a moment, bunched against it until she turned causing it to fall down covering her firm tight ass once again.

"Hungry?"

"Famished!" I said truthfully.

"Enjoy your shower?" she once again smiled looking at me, and then quickly looking down just before I sat, the obvious tenting no longer in evidence.

Her question was flirtatious, though it might have been my own vivid imagination when hearing it, causing my face to once again blush profusely. I glanced over towards where my father still stood, he standing there grinning at me almost as much as Kathy was.

"Better get used to it sport," he told me. "I've always thought Kathy was a bit of an exhibionist anyways, trying to get her to wear clothes half the time is a real battle with her, so I tend to walk around aroused most of the time myself, so don't think anything of it if you are, or be embarrassed by it, it's just the way that it is!"

The fact that they were both eluding to my earlier condition stunned me, obviously Kathy had seen, and had even mentioned it to my father!

"But if it bothers you..." Kathy began, "I'll try and be a bit more modest around you than I have been," she told me seriously.

"Ah no...NO!" I said almost a bit too forcefully. "I don't want anyone doing anything differently just because I'm here," I told them both. "In fact, I find it refreshing," I said seriously surprising myself. Dad knew how it was at home, or at least remembered things well enough. Mom wasn't exactly a prude, I'd even heard her curse on occasion, but I'd never seen her wear anything even remotely sexy or provocative either. Never in a million years would she be caught dead wearing cut off Levis or a tight fitting tee shirt with no bra on.

#

After breakfast was over, we headed off to spend the day at the beach. Though Kathy didn't wear the same white sexy bikini I had seen her in the day before, she did wear an even skimpier red one that revealed most if not all of her ass in a French thong cut design, with the barest of material even containing let alone covering her breasts. The area of beach we'd gone to was also fairly secluded with not many tourists ever coming here, mostly locals and people who lived near the area, and even those in scant attendance, leaving us mostly alone and to ourselves as we staked out a nice clean stretch of nearly white sand near the water.

I'd barely even thrown my beach towel down before heading off towards the surf, dad and Kathy chasing right behind me. The water was exquisitely refreshing though a bit chilly at first, as the three of us splashed water playfully at one another. Seeing my father and Kathy this way was delightfully entertaining, and was giving me an insight into my own father that I'd never had before, making me wish that I had gotten to know him a lot better before now. Even so, I found his boyish qualities to be much like my own, rather than a constantly, or nearly so straight-laced attitude towards life in general the way my mother and stepfather always seemed to behave. Dad, and Kathy were obviously far more free-spirited, seemed to be enjoying life, laughter and everything else that came with it, including their obvious openness regarding their sexuality.

As I wasn't nearly as used to the water as they were, I soon headed back to the beach, teeth chattering and laid out my towel, laying on it. I watched as dad swam out a bit further, enjoying his swim as Kathy soon after headed back in joining me on her towel. I was immediately grateful for the sunglasses I was wearing, watching her openly as she approached, her nipples even harder now than I'd seen them already, pressing so hard against the wet clinging top of her bikini that I thought they could poke through it if they got any harder. 

"Cold isn't it?" I said as she lay beside me.

She laughed, "Oh...you noticed!"

Once again her comment easily taken two ways, though I continued to glance at her breasts behind the protection of my glasses though this became immediately unnecessary.

"Would it bother you if I took off my top?" she asked.

"Ah no...be my guest," I said trying to sound suave and sophisticated, though the truth was, I was suddenly excited as hell just with the prospect of actually seeing her tits. It was obvious that dad wouldn't mind, already alerting me to the fact that trying to keep clothes on Kathy was next to impossible anyway.

With Kathy lying there next to me, her tanned breasts pointing towards the sun, my own pointer began rising, forcing me to turn over onto my stomach hiding what was quickly becoming a rather awkward position for me.

"Maybe you should make a hole in the sand," she said suddenly out of nowhere, though her face remained unlined as she spoke.

"What?"

"To hide your erection in," she then added, finally beginning to smile, trying to hide it.

"Oh yeah...right," I said joking back with her, pretending that wasn't at all why I had rolled over."

"Though I'd certainly be willing to help you with that if you wanted me to," she then said, which nearly took my breath away.

"Oh sure...especially with dad around," I said half-jokingly, though she sat up slightly leaning on one elbow, her hand pulling her sun glasses down just far enough so I could see her eyes.

"You really don't know your father very well yet do you?" she asked, her question confusing me as I saw no relevance in her answer to my comment.

"What's that got to do with anything?" I shot back, feeling a bit off balance.

"Only that your dad looks at life a lot differently than most, a lot like I do for one thing, which is why we get along so well together. Our relationship is based on trust and understanding, not suspicion or petty jealousies." Kathy then sat up fully, removing her glasses entirely as she spun around on her towel facing me.

"The fact that we can be so open with one another, about anything and everything is what keeps our relationship so fresh, so exciting. I don't have to worry about hiding my thoughts or feelings, I can speak openly and freely around him, and I'm hoping at some point to be able to do that with you as well, but even more importantly, have you doing the same with me and your father."

"Does that include sex?" I asked still trying to make light of her comment, thinking she had indeed only been joking, or at the most semi-flirting with me.

"As long as we both know about it, yes," she said. "We never would, or ever will do anything behind one another's backs. But that I can find you attractive, I am sure because you look so much like your father, just younger, that I can share those thoughts with him openly and without fear."

"You telling me you've spoken to dad about...about,"

"Having sex with you?" She laughed, "Hell yes!" she giggled. "I even bet him that you had jerked off in the shower because we'd made you horny the night before, not to mention in the morning when you woke up and came downstairs. I saw your erection Randy, couldn't help but notice it the way it was poking at the front of your bathrobe."

"Holy shit!" Was all I could manage to say. "You're serious?"

"Only when it comes to sex," Kathy grinned once again covering her eyes. I could only sit there staring at her, and for once I wasn't staring directly at her openly exposed tits either.

"So...did you?"

"Did I what?" I answered back, my mind reeling with what she'd just told me.

"Did you jerk off in the shower? Now be honest...there's ten bucks riding on it!"

"Man, you two are crazy!" I exclaimed once again feeling the flush in my cheeks.

"Yeah, maybe we are," Kathy said softly, and then rolled over facing away from me. I lay there looking at her, rather looking at her back for a long period of silence.

"Hey, I didn't mean it like that, I didn't mean that you and dad are off your rockers or anything, that's not what I meant by that."

Kathy rolled over, this time facing me, once again her glasses coming off as she looked at me.

"So, what did you mean then?"

"I guess, what I meant was, I've never seen, been around anyone who's obviously so open minded and free-spirited as you two are. It's different, that's for sure, just not used to it, but I certainly don't mind being around it either."

She again smiled, easing my discomfort. "You still haven't answered my question."

This time I removed my glasses and looked her right in the eye. "Yes...yes I did."

#

Dad soon after joined us, tossing his towel out on the other side of Kathy. "Enjoying the view?" he asked, though he wasn't looking out over the ocean when he said that.

"How could I not?" I responded, actually enjoying the fact that I could actually say that to my own father with his half naked girlfriend lying between us.

"My point exactly," he said.

"By the way Reid, you owe me ten bucks!"

Dad laughed, "So you finally managed to seduce him huh?" 

"Well, not entirely, though he at least told me that much, so like I said, ten bucks mister."

"How about we take it out in trade?" he asked.

"That might get you a hand job," she said once again surprising me with her candidness.

"Only that?" Dad pouted playfully.

"Wait a minute!" I said jumping in. "I'm confused here, didn't she say that you owed her the ten bucks?"

"Yeah? So? Oh wait! I see! You're thinking since I owe her...but the truth is, Kathy loves sex so much that whenever she can convince me to do something, which is quite often, it's like paying her in a way so to speak."

"I'm not sure I follow that," I said still somewhat confused, but I'll take your word for it."

"Listen, I'll make it easy on you both, how about I give you both a nice long slow hand job, right here, right now."

"Here? Now?" I said flabbergasted, looking all about me, seeing several people about, though none of which was too terribly close to us. "You're not serious!"

"Oh yeah, she is!" Dad laughed, "You can always tell by that wicked little gleam in her eyes!"

Without waiting for any more discussion Kathy sat up. "Here, both of you move closer to me so I can reach you, then roll over onto your tummies and let me do the rest."

I watched, as dad didn't even hesitate, scooting up next to her though at a distance that would prove most comfortable for her as he did so. "Ok Randy, now you," she said extending out her arm, placing it along with her hand where it was that she wanted me specifically to lie down. Even then I still hesitated, looking about worriedly for one thing, but for another, in a dazed state of mind as I realized I was about to get fondled by a woman twice my age, good looking as hell, and who was currently dating my father on top of all that.

"Very nice," she purred as she lay there a hand beneath each of us, the feel of her as she fumbled briefly with my swim trunks before finally freeing my erection, cupping it within the palm of her hand, just as she must have been doing with dad, and then proceeded to stroke and massage the two of us while laying there on the beach, looking for all the world to see as though she was just sunbathing, though the position of her arms if anyone looked close enough, would have given away what it was she really was doing.

Now as silly as this may sound, this was for me one of the most erotic, exciting, thrilling experiences I had ever had. And though I certainly didn't have a lot to compare to, even the loss of my virginity was nothing in comparison to this. Half of which I was too nervous and fearful to even remember, happening so fast, and without all that excited wonder and joy I'd been expecting to experience after which, which neither of us really did.

But here...now, lying there as we were, people milling about, though again not too terribly close so as to take notice of what was going on, though some few may have wondered without saying or doing anything, which merely added to the thrill and excitement of it, while Kathy fondled my now even harder cock, and knowing...just knowing that she was doing the same exact thing to my dad at the exact same time, felt wickedly delicious. When my orgasm finally came, it took me by surprise, so intense, so mind blowing as I lay there feeling her fingers and hands milking every precious drop out of me, squirting into her hand, feeling my juice then being used to further stimulate and pleasure my cock with.

And not too surprisingly, dad and I had cum at nearly the same exact time. It was as though each of us could sense it in the other through Kathy who in a weird sort of way, had connected the two of us together. Even watching her as she wiped the remaining juice from our spending onto her breasts, rubbing it into herself like it was suntan lotion was erotic as hell. Knowing that was "our stuff" she was rubbing in to those gorgeous tits of hers. I thought I had died and gone to heaven, but I had no idea how close I was to doing just that when she told the two of us to finish rubbing it in!

Hell, I was happy just being able to even look at her tits when she bared them, let alone getting a hand job from her, and then invited to actually touch her, which I immediately and happily did of course, just as my old man was doing, rubbing his thick creamy cum into her other breast just as I was doing.

"Well boys, I think I've had enough sun for one day," she announced standing up, reluctantly having to cover herself for the short walk home. "And I could use a nice long shower about now too," she added. "You two care to join me?"

I don't think the three of us could walk home fast enough.

#

The other nice thing about the shower was, it was really big. There wasn't a bathtub, just the shower, but it could easily fit several people inside without being crowded. There were two separate showerheads on the wall, which allowed for two people to shower side by side with plenty of room behind them to spare. Dad had installed a couple of little bench seats to sit down on, one of which I had taken, content for the moment to just sit there and gawk at Kathy's nude form as she showered off the last remaining traces of our semen, most of which we'd massaged into her skin. It was also a little bit of a surprise to see that she was completely shaved, her bare pussy lips currently swollen and puffy with desire, so vulnerable in their appearance, not to mention her hard aroused little clit, which she playfully flashed at me while washing herself.

The momentary hard part, leaving me with a few mixed emotions initially was seeing my own father in the nude. I never even remembered seeing him before now, but especially now, his cock hard and swollen as Kathy unabashedly toyed with it, keeping it so as she washed it, or simply toyed with it. Try as I might, I couldn't not look at it...it was after all out there, and dad didn't seem to be uncomfortable at all that it was, enjoying the erotic playfulness of the situation even though his son was sitting there only a foot or so away watching it all.

"Your turn!" Kathy announced vacating her spot, taking my place as we switched places.

"Oh my! Twin cocks!" she suddenly announced looking at the two of us. "Come here...both of you!" she all but demanded.

Once again, not something I had taken serious note of here, but she was right. Looking at myself, then at dad, we were very similar in size and shape, there was very little difference between us, though his was perhaps a bit fatter in girth than I was, though not by much, and where I had a slightly thicker tip than he had, though again not by much. Size and length wise, we were perhaps both slightly above average, but neither longer nor larger than the other.

Dad had already stepped towards her, and then I did. Still not fully knowing what to expect here until she took both of our cocks in hand, placing them side by side against one another, and then from there, into her mouth which she just managed to get most if not all of the two of us inside while she tickled and sucked them with lips and tongue. I felt weak in the knees almost immediately. Only two girls had ever done that, or anything remotely even close. One was Chris the girl I'd lost my virginity with, and the other a girl I dated a year later who loved giving head, (or so she claimed) though when doing so, left much to be desired, at least the way it felt to me anyway, I got more pleasure in using my own hand than the way she had begun doing me with her mouth, making me wonder at the time why guys seemed so anxious to have a woman suck them off. If this was the way it felt, I was better at doing myself.

Now I knew and understood the difference.

The feel of Kathy's mouth on my prick was unlike anything I had ever known or felt before. The fact that I could also feel my father's cock resting against mine as she sucked us both was initially a bit disconcerting, but that lasted only for a moment or so, the exquisite sensation of her sucking the two of us, (hearing it as she did) sent shock waves running up and down my spine until I felt the sudden inevitable explosion once again coming. I even tried to dislodge my cock from her mouth, warning her a split second before losing it, but once again surprised, shocked even, as she maintained her hold, only then slipping her mouth entirely around me, sucking, sucking...sucking, until the juice exploded, my balls suddenly tightening into a hardness of their own as they emptied themselves into her fucking mouth.

"Oh my! So much cum! And so soon after the beach too!" Kathy said licking her fingers. "I'm not even sure your father could match that!" she challenged him.

"Well, why don't we find out?" he suggested hotly, drawing Kathy's head back towards his rigidly hard shaft, which she immediately engulfed, sucking it just as she'd been sucking me.

The fact that I was standing there getting aroused all over again was mind boggling, watching Kathy sucking my father's cock was arousing to me, curiously so. Even when he came, filling Kathy's mouth with his spunk, and according to her, matching my own orgasmic release was wilder beyond my best imaginings.

We soon after stepped out of the shower and began drying ourselves off. I turned towards dad, nodding in Kathy's direction. He laughed.

"What's so funny?" Kathy asked curiously.

"I think Randy's wondering about you, why it is you're not getting off...yet," he said winking at her, and then she laughed.

"Well you see honey, it's like this. Everything so far, for me has been like foreplay. I like to get very...very aroused before I finally allow myself to get off, and so far, I'm off to a good start here, but there's still lots of time in the day yet. I like to think about the things that have just happened, as well as the things I'm looking forward to happening. So you see? There's no rush here, no worries, we've got all evening to continue to enjoy one another, and enjoy one another, we will," she finished then giving me a quick sultry kiss on the lips, which immediately caused my somewhat flaccid prick to lurch having finally kissed those magnificent looking lips of hers.




Like Father, Like Son



#

True to what I'd already been told, Kathy remained in the nude even as she rustled up a few snacks along with some cold beers in order to watch the local afternoon college football game with. I could only sit there shaking my head in amazement as she relaxed on the chair next to us, one leg thrown over the side, her pussy so openly displayed, which she occasionally would sit there and finger while watching the game as though it was the most natural thing in the world to be doing.

"See what I mean?" Dad grinned. "And trust me...you haven't seen anything yet either! Just wait until half time!"

By now I believed him, and could only wonder what he'd meant by half time, actually looking forward to that more than the game, which I'd, had trouble keeping my eyes on anyway.

"Two minute warning!" Kathy announced quickly disappearing.

"Ah dad? There's no two minute warning in college ball," I reminded him.

"Yeah I know," he grinned. "She's giving us a two minute warning," he informed me. "She's starting to get seriously horny now, and this my son...is only the beginning!"

Sure enough, just as the first half ended, Kathy came down the stairs carrying several large throw pillows along with what appeared to be a rather complicated looking vibrator, which I was soon informed was something called a "rabbit" or something. I soon discovered why it was called that too.

Kathy made herself comfortable amidst a sea of cushioned pillows, lying on the floor in front of the TV facing us as we sat on the couch. Dad muted the TV, and then Kathy began. At first, she just lay there caressing herself, which was erotic enough. I'd never ever even seen a woman do that to herself before, though I'd certainly thought about it often enough. Just the way she caressed her own breasts, pulling on, rolling, and even pinching her nipples soon had me hard as a fucking rock!

"Enjoying the half time show?" Dad asked. Looking over, I was surprised to see his hard stiff cock had already been released from his pants which he now sat stroking and playing with while watching her.

"Fuck yes," I responded, using a word I'd have never thought saying in front of one of my own parents up until now at least.

Kathy finally turned the toy on placing it against the wet glistening opening of her cunt and began teasing herself with it, initially just the hum of it being turned on, then watching as it slowly began wiggling back and forth a little as she held it against her clit, moaning pleasurably as she did so. Eventually she pushed another button, now adding some sort of rotating motion to it as well as she now slowly began shoving it inside herself until she had taken as much of it as she could, just as slowly removing it then, showing us both the white creamy substance that now clung to it, her own sweet nectar which I found myself mesmerized while looking at. Increasing the speed slightly, she again slowly inserted the device, this time working it in and out of herself several times before removing it, once again showing us both the even thicker creamier lines of girl spunk now coating the toy. She placed it against her mouth, licking off her own essence, once again returning it back to her pussy, increasing the speed as well as the wiggle and rotation of the toy until it was on full, and proceeded to fuck herself forcefully, deeply, all the while maintaining eye contact with both of us.

I don't even remember releasing my cock, but I had. I felt my own precum juices running down my shaft as I gathered them up with my fingers, smearing them all over and about the head of my cock, just as dad was himself doing as we two sat there watching Kathy pleasure herself.

"Gonna be a big one honey!" she exclaimed looking towards my father, then towards me as she asked, "Ever see a woman squirt before?"

"Fuck...no!" I barely managed to say, once again something I had only heard about, but never seen, and half wondered even then if it wasn't one of those urban legends.

"Well, keep watching sweetie, I'll tell you when," she told me, the look in her eyes already saying that she was on the verge of doing just that.

One hand on her tits again, pulling on her nipple even harder than I'd ever thought of doing, she twisted it, yanked it, all the while shoving the rapidly vibrating toy in and out of herself until she suddenly yanked it out. For a moment, I honestly believe she had stopped time. I know I quit breathing, she just seemed to be suspended there in mid air or something, her ass coming up off the ground, pointed upwards, even her fingers no longer moving though they still clenched her hard nipple pulling upwards on it. And then all at once, she screamed, and as she screamed I saw the most incredible sight I had ever seen or witnessed before. A long thin streamer of milky-white fluid suddenly erupted from somewhere deep down inside her pussy, sky rocketing into the air, though it didn't really spurt, it just kept streaming. Out of the corner of my eye, I sort of saw Dad stand walking towards her. Kathy then re-directed her now pulsating stream against him, actually hitting his prick which he stood there jerking, suddenly discharging once again, watching his spunk crossing the path of hers, landing against her pussy which had only then begun to suddenly diminish, though I still saw a small little trickle of her climax still pouring out of her cunt.

"Give it to me Randy," she moaned contentedly. I stood before her, looking down at the white glistening mess, and soon added my own.

#

The half time show had lasted perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes, that was all, but it had seemed like an eternity. The second half of the game started, dad removed "mute" from the TV, and Kathy disappeared back upstairs with an armload of pillows as though nothing had just happened. I sat back drained, excited, amused, more emotions running around inside my head that I could shake a stick at.

Once again things seemed to settle down into some sense of normalcy, if you can call Kathy running around the house still in the nude normal, though I was beginning to see and think of it in that way. We eventually had a light pleasant dinner out on the deck, though Kathy had put on one of her long tee shirts primarily to keep any nearby neighbors from getting upset with her being out there nude as we ate dinner. After the sun set however, Kathy walked over to the railing, removed her shirt once again and turned towards the two of us as we sat in our lounge chairs watching her.

"So, who's going to fuck me first?" she asked.

I heard dad laugh when she said that, though I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. She was already leaning over the railing, standing there with her legs slightly spread, the barest hint of light coming from inside the house that had back-lit her slightly, which is when I noticed the small trickle of glistening moisture actually running down her legs.

"Fuck!" I mused once again more to myself upon seeing it, though it again caused dad to chuckle as he was obviously seeing the same thing I was.

"Told you," he said. "Foreplay all day, and now she's damn wet, and damn fucking horny!"

"Well? You two going to just sit there and talk about my dripping cunt? Or come over here and do something about it before I do?"

I did look over at my father then, saw him merely nod his head in Kathy's direction adding as he did, "Be my guest," he told me grinning.

I was out of my own clothes in two shakes of a second, moving up behind her as she stood there, now leaning over even more so than she had been, her full breasts now hanging down and over the railing. Placing my cock at her opening, nervous and breathless as I did so, Kathy reached behind actually grabbing my ass with both hands and simply said, "Fuck me!"

As quickly as I had stood to move towards her, I had just as quickly slammed my prick inside her moments afterwards. She was tight, but she was slick. It was like fucking butter the way her cunt seemed to feel as I slid deeply inside her, so much juice inside that heavenly passage that I immediately heard the most wickedly delicious 'frothy-like' noises coming from her pussy as I began thrusting in and out of her, her own moans now adding to the moans of her cunt as I began shoving in and out of her, slowly at first until I felt my knees already beginning to buckle.

"Harder! Faster!" Kathy demanded suddenly. "Fuck me hard Randy...hard!"

I did, and I was, but doing so brought on my own climatic release far sooner than I would have preferred. I am sure it was because of the newness of all this in part, but I had been in a constant state of arousal all day long with her walking about in the nude, and that after having climaxed more times in one day than I could ever remember doing before.

Not knowing at the time that she was taking birth control, I had no other option but to pull out as I climaxed, though she didn't seem to mind it when I did, actually enjoying it, spinning around the moment I had, grasping my cock in her hand and rubbing it directly against her cunt, particularly against her clit as I began squirting against it. Almost immediately I felt this light tickling spray, realizing only then that she too was cumming, her pussy squirting its own wet delicious nectar back against me as she slapped my prick faster and faster against the surface of her clit.

I stumbled back towards my chair, collapsing down inside it just as dad stood now moving over to take my place. Kathy placed one leg on one of the sitting benches as dad slid his prick deep inside her, then lifted her up completely, which amazed and surprised me. Holding onto the railing for balance and support, dad then stepped back until she was almost completely prone in the air before he began fucking himself in and out of her in this way, Kathy's legs sticking straight out and around my father's ass as he continued to hold her like that, slamming in and out of her furiously much to her delight which she half screamed into the night, causing me for the first time to actually worry about the neighbors overhearing them.

"Fuck me baby! Fuck me! That's it Reid, slam that hard fucking cock into my wet slippery little cunt!"

I had never heard so much erotic naughty language spoken before either, just listening, hearing the passion in her words, her tone of voice aroused me, again. Though I had collapsed in complete and utter exhaustion, sweat dripping from my brow not only from the exertion, but from the humidity of being outside, I was nevertheless rapidly growing hard once again as I watched dad and Kathy fucking, her pleasures filling my ears, my father's grunts and groans of ecstasy matching hers as he slammed his prick in and out of her with a rapidity that amazed me, especially in the difficult position they'd taken.

"Fill my cunt baby, fill my cunt with your cum!" she urged him, I want to use it to get myself off with again!" she added.

Seconds after that he was, his face screwed up in a pleasured grimace as he obviously jettisoned his spunk deep inside her pussy, his own legs finally giving out then as he gingerly set her back down onto her own feet, backing away, and as I had done, collapsing back into his own chair.

Taking the bench seat behind her, Kathy sat upon it, legs spread obscenely, and then digging her fingers inside herself, soon began to excavate the white sticky spunk that dad had just filled her pussy with.

I watched in abject fascination as she began smearing it over and around her lips, in particular her enormous swollen clit that now stood out clearly as she surrounded it with two fingers in a "V" shape causing it to protrude even more fully, her free hand now allowing a single finger tip to glide back and forth across the surface of its miniature length just as though she were stroking or petting a cock with her fingers, faster and faster she sat frigging herself in this way, using the cream that she occasionally felt dripping out of her cunt to further coat and pleasure her hard firm clit with.

"Oh fuck, gonna cum, gonna cum!" she announced a short time later, once again looking up towards us, her eyes focused, yet with a glazed look that was sexy as hell as her face soon screwed up in pure pleasured release, a thin streamer of juice suddenly exploding from the depths of her pussy to arch out into the night, then collapsing in a free-fall against the deck, splashing with the tiniest sound of beginning raindrops as she came. 

After what seemed like an eternity, Kathy collected herself and came over to take one of the lounge chairs sitting between us.

"That was fucking fun!" she said still sounding out of breath. "Did you two enjoy it?" she asked.

I was still speechless, and amazingly now had an erection again. Dad noticed that I did, and laughed shaking his head. "Oh to be that young again," he announced, then adding, "but save it for tomorrow Randy, its blow-job Sunday!"

"What?"

"Never mind, you'll see what I mean tomorrow."

#

We soon after retired back inside the house where I promptly fell into a sound deep sleep. I was indeed exhausted from such an incredibly hot erotic day, images still filling my head as I drifted off to sleep, the sound and smell of fresh brewed coffee coming all too soon afterwards alerting me to the fact that a new day had indeed begun.

"Blow job Sunday!" I said sitting straight up in bed suddenly wide awake, and then followed my morning hard-on downstairs to pee, not even bothering to put on my bathrobe when I did.

"Well, look who's finally...up!" Kathy said upon seeing my erection, stifling a giggle. For a moment, I thought about going back upstairs to retrieve my robe, but suddenly that seemed silly under the circumstances, and though Kathy was at least wearing her long tee shirt once again, I knew she wore nothing else beneath it.

"Coffee?" she asked still smiling at me as I passed her, receiving a quick slap on the ass as I headed off into the bathroom.

"Yes, please. Dad?"

"Out for his run," she reminded me. "Though not a long one today," she added just as I reached the bathroom door. "The game doesn't start for an hour yet," I heard her say as I stepped inside closing it.

"Game?" I asked myself, and then smiled remembering it was Sunday and my dad's favorite team and mine were playing against one another.

Kathy had made pancakes with lots of homemade strawberry jam for topping. I'd just finished eating four plate-sized cakes when dad returned home from his run.

"Shower before you eat," Kathy told him as he walked by the table spearing a dollop of jam on his finger from the jar, which he quickly offered to Kathy to suck from his finger, which she quickly did. "Looking forward to the game are we?" she giggled suggestively. Without answering her however, dad turned towards me.

"Ready to make a little wager on the outcome?" he asked.

I didn't have a whole lot of money on me, in fact very little. "Can't really afford to do that," I told him simply.

"Not talking money," he said understanding now grinning. "I'll let Kathy explain the rules to you while I shower."

"Rules?" I wondered, though curiously interested as she poured us both a fresh cup of coffee while dad showered.

"It's simple really, and a whole lot of fun, certainly makes the game even more interesting," she began telling me. "Every time your team scores any points, you'll get that many sucks from me. And those of course are added to the next points should they score again."

"Nice!" I said smiling, already imagining it.

"Now, the trick is, you can't cum until the game is actually over with, then you get the total combined score of both teams in sucks added together when you can cum, but only then. If you still fail to do so, I win, and obviously, if you cum before the games over, I also win."

Even with her explaining the rules to me, I still didn't see any real losers here no matter how you looked at it, unless my team failed to score at all that is.

"Now, at half time, I get the combined total of points scored in clit sucks from you two, and if I cum during that time, then I lose."

This was getting better and better with each passing moment. I'd been anxious to watch the game enough as it was, but now...I had a hell of a lot more to look forward to as well.

"So, what happens if I lose?" I finally asked.

"Dishes for the week," Kathy said simply, and then I realized that dad had in fact been washing them after we'd eaten ever since I'd arrived here.

"Ah, ok!" I said grinning. Win or lose, I was certainly more than willing to play.

#

Kathy made the game even more interesting when she appeared wearing nothing more than a football jersey of her favorite team. With the air holes in it, it made the peek-a-boo appearance of her breasts quite enticing as they giggled and moved beneath it. Neither dad nor I wore anything, taking our respective seats to watch the game in with Kathy taking a neutral position on the small love seat between us. It was oddly arousing to be sitting there in the nude watching the game as it began, with the additional excitement of knowing every time your team scored, you were going to have your dick sucked. That was until the Colts (dad's team) scored the first two touch downs midway through the second quarter. Up until then, it had been a defensive game and I was beginning to wonder if anyone would get to do or feel anything the way it was going, which had been a surprise as both teams (mine being the Chargers) were both explosively high scoring teams which had promised a lot of action (in both forms) as we watched.

I had watched as Kathy had knelt between my father's legs giving him his first seven slowly delicious "sucks" after the Colts scored the first time, realizing as she did how deliciously wicked that looked and must have felt as she took her sweet time in doing it. When they soon after scored again after getting an interception, I then had to watch as she treated dad to a total of fourteen of them, all of which he obviously enjoyed, and no where's near reaching an orgasm even with that many. I was beginning to think I wouldn't enjoy much of anything at all, (except for sucking Kathy's clit at least fourteen times during the half) when the Chargers finally scored midway through the second quarter, and then adding a field goal just before the half, making the score 14 - 10 in favor of the Colts. Enjoying my ten total sucks, which worriedly me a little as they had in fact been too pleasurably delicious, I'd still managed to maintain my control, and now looked forward to finally licking Kathy's cunt as she once again positioned herself on the floor amongst several comfortable looking pillows which she'd tossed there. 

Since dad's team was ahead, he went first, treating Kathy to twenty-four total clit flicks and or clit sucks before it was my turn to give her the same. Her pussy so incredibly sweet, and now incredibly slick with her juices as I really for the first time ever, stuck my tongue into a woman's pussy and actually sucked a woman's clit. Had it not been for the fact she was mentally counting in her head, I would have over-licked her, but she quickly stopped me, admitting when she did that I had almost brought her to the brink of orgasm, even though it had only taken me twenty four licks to get her there, though I'm sure the first twenty four dad had also given her had had a lot to do with that.

When the second half finally got underway, all hell broke loose. Both teams seemed to suddenly start scoring changing the lead back and forth, midway through the fourth quarter I was having doubts about being able to last that long, though thankfully, so was dad. It was beginning to look like if either one of our teams scored again, neither one of us would make it to the end, when they were tied with less than two minutes remaining in the game, and facing sudden death, I knew then and there I'd never make it even if they did win. Sure enough, the Chargers kicked a last minute field goal winning the game 34 - 31. I just managed to get through the last few glorious sucks, though teetering on the edge when the last final seconds of the game finally ended without cumming, though I didn't need even half that many after the game ended when I did.




Like Father, Like Son



Sitting there, feeling as well as watching my spunk shooting into Kathy's mouth was a pleasure unlike any other. Her mouth was like a soft humming vacuum as she drained me of every last vestige of cream that I had. And unlike before, since I had now officially won, dad went first, giving Kathy her 65 clit flicks, or clit sucks as we counted them down before it was my turn, but once again, she never made it through even half of those either before climaxing herself. Though I had certainly seen and watched her squirt, licking her when she did still caught me by surprise, the taste of her exquisite, the surprise of her when she came even more so. I loved every fucking minute of it as I lay there between her legs, feeling the spray of her pussy soaking my face for long moments afterwards.

We decided afterwards that though Dad once again had to do dishes for a week, that Kathy would have to at least dry them since she hadn't really won either. And though we didn't do anything but actually rest up the rest of the day after that, I was actually grateful for it, I had a big week ahead of me in researching the various schools I was thinking about attending, and had an even bigger weekend ahead of me when we drove up to the very same school that Darla was attending to have a look at that before bringing her back with us for a weekend stay.

#

I was a nervous wreck by the time Friday finally came, and not because of my visiting the school, but because I would finally be meeting Darla, Kathy's daughter. And there were several things about that, which bothered me as well. For starters, dad and Kathy said very little about her to me at all, merely telling me that it was more important for me to meet her and see for myself rather than either one of them filling my head with who she was as a person. I also wondered and was curious as to how her visit with us might indeed curtail some of the activities we'd enjoyed and been sharing together, another subject that the two of them absolutely refused to even discuss.

As we'd planned, I spent the better part of the morning getting familiarized with the campus, checking out the biology department to see what it offered, which helped in keeping my mind off the obvious. Dad and Kathy wandered around as well for a while, and then the three of us drove over to pick Darla up from her apartment for the two-hour drive back to Dad's place. We pulled up in front, dad honked, and then we simply sat waiting.

"You win," dad said suddenly laughing.

"Win what?" I asked.

"I bet your father that Darla would be even more scantily dressed than the last time she came to visit us, mainly because you'd be here," she offered. "And obviously, she is!"

Only then did I glance out the window in the direction where Darla's apartment was, seeing her as she came around from the back hauling a luggage carrier on wheels behind her. Dad stepped out of the car to help put her stuff in the trunk as we all then did. But I noticed as she approached that she was wearing a skimpy pair of white shorts with more than enough ass cheek showing below the cuff, but even more so was the cut off university shirt she was wearing that clearly revealed, hinting at the braless perky breasts that were barely even concealed as she walked up towards us.

"Hi mom, hi Reid!" she said smiling, giving them each a quick hug and a kiss, though when doing so with my father, she'd had to stand on tiptoes slightly in order to do so, and upon doing so, damn near uncovered her breasts in the process. "And you...must be Randy," she grinned. "Like the name, I'm often called that myself," she grinned even more broadly holding out her hand towards me as she said that. I took it, expecting her to shake it, but instead she drew me in towards her, quickly hugging me just as fully as she had Kathy and my dad. "Gotcha!" she laughed sexily, finally releasing me and jumped into the back of the car. I looked up, saw dad shaking his head.

"Like mother like daughter," he said looking towards Kathy, who then looked at me.

"Like father...like son you mean."

We'd only been on the road for a few minutes when dad stated that we'd probably not be stopping for lunch after all, the reason for that being quite obvious. Darla would draw quite a bit of unwanted attention being dressed the way that she was.

"Yeah, and I'd say even pulling into a drive-in's out of the question now too," Kathy added, "especially after last time!"

"Hey, that wasn't really my fault you know!" Darla giggled wickedly.

"Ah, someone want to fill me in here?" I asked curiously, though I was once again having trouble keeping my eyes off of Darla's nearly bare breasts as she sat next to me on the back seat, though facing towards me somewhat hugging the window. Though her posture wasn't telling me that she was trying to keep her distance, if anything, she was very much aware that I was forced to look at her and was enjoying the attention she was getting out of it whenever I did.

"Well, we had just pulled into a drive thru for a quick bite to eat, pulling up to the window, the young clerk at the window started to hand us the tray with our drinks on it when good old Darla here chose that moment to flash the poor boy. Seeing her tits from the window as he started to hand over the tray, he accidentally caught the corner of it on the half open window and knocked everything over instead.

"Like I said, wasn't my fault."

"Ah huh," Kathy said simply. "Needless to say, especially the way she's dressed now, we're not going to tempt fate once again."

Darla was every bit as beautiful as her mother was, but in an entirely different way. Where Kathy had that aged maturity about her that was more of a smoldering sultriness, Darla was indeed the prom queen, with a titch of hot porn actress thrown in for effect. Her hair was indeed long and blond which she was currently wearing in a ponytail, giving her an even wickeder look if that were possible, suddenly bringing to mind the "naughty cheerleader" look as well, sans panties as she jumped up in the air leading a cheer, though it continued to be the occasional movement as she shifted about on the seat that kept threatening to reveal either one or both of her full perky breasts as they played peek-a-boob with me over each and every bump or swerve in the road. 

It wasn't long before I was sitting there with a massive erection either, though still not quite sure how to take Darla yet, as she'd not really shown any real interest in me beyond the initial hug I'd been given just before getting into the car.

"So, what's on the agenda for this evening?" she asked.

"Not much really...light simple dinner, then we thought we might go down to the beach just before sunset for an evening swim."

"Cool!" she grinned happily. "But can we watch Jaws first before we go?"

Dad rolled his eyes, which I saw through the rear-view mirror, Kathy snickered and shook her head slightly back and forth. "Sorry Randy, as you're already beginning to learn, which is also why we didn't tell you anything before hand, Darla has a rather sick sense of humor to her, something that you'll have to try and get used to."

"What? Just because I enjoy watching that particular movie?" she asked innocently. "It has nothing to do with the shark really," she said smiling towards me. "I just love the scene when she's out swimming in the water naked, just like the way I'll be doing to night when we all go out for a swim."

#

Sure enough she did, though we all did in fact. Though it was also very dark out since there wasn't any moon, so I never really did get a good look at her, though even that I was grateful for when I realized what the cold ocean water had done for my nonexistent manhood.

We soon walked over to a local coffee shop after getting dressed for some much needed warmth after our invigorating swim, where I really took notice of how beautiful Darla really was, even with her hair still damp and wearing very little makeup now afterwards.

I felt awkward briefly on the walk back as Darla took my dad's hand in hers, walking beside him, though Kathy immediately fell back beside me, taking mine within hers as we followed behind.

It was already quite late by the time we got back, though we soon headed out on the deck for a late evening drink before going to bed, which is when I realized there were only two bedrooms, the only other option being the short couch which I wasn't looking forward to having to sleep on, deciding perhaps to simply sleep out on the deck then instead.

When dad and Kathy went inside prior to going to bed, I headed towards the storage closet and began pulling out one of the sleeping bags that was stored there.

"What are you doing?" Darla asked curiously.

"Giving you the bed," I answered simply.

"Why? Don't you enjoy sleeping in it?" she asked.

"Well sure...but I ah,"

"With me?" she said speaking over my confusion.

"Excuse me?" I asked still somewhat bewildered, not sure that I'd actually heard her correctly.

"I said sleep with me, not fuck me," she clarified. "The beds plenty big enough for two." Which I had to agree that it was.

"Ok," I stammered, tossing the sleeping bag back inside the closet. "Which side do you prefer?" I asked.

"Which way do you prefer facing when you sleep?" she questioned back. I actually had to think about that for a moment.

"Probably facing this way," I said pointing in that direction.

"Good, then I'll sleep on this side then with you behind me," she said, and proceeded to pull the rest of her clothes off while I stood there.

"I need to pee," I said turning in order to give her a moment's privacy, not that she needed or even wanted it. As open as she obviously was about herself, I still wasn't getting any clear signals from her, except for a few negatively confusing ones, so I'd offered to go pee while she undressed, though suddenly I saw her racing ahead of me, wearing nothing more than a pair of white cotton panties.

"Me first!" she giggled flying past me, and then all but flew down the stairs as I stood there gawking after her.

#

By the time I had finally managed to pee and returned upstairs, Darla was in bed on the side we'd agreed to, the single sheet pulled fully up and over her. I walked around to my side of the bed and crawled in, turning off the single lamp as I did so.

"Thought you said you liked lying on that side," she announced a moment later as I settled myself in, my back facing towards her. "You want to trade sides?" she asked.

"Ah no...I just thought,"

"Quit thinking so much," she said jumping in once again. "Now, come over here and snuggle me, put your hand on my tit, I like sleeping like that," she announced happily. "Makes me feel all warm and toasty inside."

"I can only imagine," I thought to myself, though delighted when she actually took my hand placing it on her soft warm breast, and then held it there by folding her arm over it, effectively taking my hand prisoner as she did.

But there was another immediate problem that suddenly arose because of it, and I squirmed slightly as though just settling my position in order to sleep. The fact that she was nude, even though I wasn't choosing to at least wear a pair of my briefs, my cock was still hardening rather quickly, and with Darla's ass merely inches away from it, unless I did move, and did so quickly, she'd be aware of it any time now.

"Comfy?" she asked after I finally had settled.

"Yes, very, thanks," I said actually being so now, and admittedly enjoying the soft firm breast filling my hand as we lay there.

"Good!" she said, and then wiggled back against me until her ass was indeed pressing against the front of my hard rigid erection. "Take off the fucking underwear," she said suddenly, which I quickly did, as she then contentedly pressed herself back against me. Neither one of us said a thing further and for several long moments I lay there with my eyes closed trying to find a way to actually go to sleep, let alone try and control my breathing which at the moment was very hard to do.

"Hear that?" she whispered suddenly in the darkness.

"Hear what?" I answered back, not really hearing anything, but not really trying to either.

"Shh," she then whispered again, "Listen!"

I did, and then I heard what she must have heard only moments ago. It became painfully obvious that dad and Kathy had started to mess around in the room next to us.

"Isn't that hot?" she said there in the darkness. "I so love hearing the sounds people make whenever they're doing it, especially when I've heard mom and your dad going at it when I've stayed here before!"

I didn't know how to respond to that really, so I didn't, though I was now listening to the same erotic sounds that she was listening to.

"Do you think he's inside her yet? Or just fingering her?" she asked, like I had any idea or even a clue from the way they were moaning and groaning.

"I don't have any fucking idea," I finally answered truthfully, and honestly still a bit bewildered, laying there with my hard stiff cock pressed against her ass, one of her tits in my hand, and no real indication that she wanted anything more from me than that, though I was after all pretty naïve when it came to women to begin with. Especially women like Darla at least.

"Oh yeah, I think he's just fingering her cunt a little, doesn't really sound like they're going at it yet," she told me. "Sure has hell made me wet though," she added then. "Here, give me your finger, she said removing my breast held hand as she suddenly reached, moving it down between her legs. "See?"

Did I ever! Maybe I was Naïve in many ways, but I wasn't dumb either. The moment she did that, I began tickling that incredibly wet pussy of hers with my finger, drawing it gingerly upwards between the folds of her slick cunt, easily and quickly locating her hard throbbing little clit, which I then tickled and petted with the tip of my finger.

"About fucking time!" she told me. "I was starting to wonder if you were actually gay or something," she announced, only then beginning to wiggle her ass against me. "Though I guess with you having a nice boner, you wouldn't have been now would you?"

"Not fucking hardly," I said breathing in the scent of her skin as I nuzzled her neck, my fingers happily dancing there between her legs.

"Oh yeah baby yeah...put it inside me!"

"NOW they're doing it!" Darla giggled openly, making me laugh as well.

"About fucking time," Kathy called out from their side of the almost shared bedroom. "I was wondering how long before the two of you started doing it too!" she laughed back at us.

"He was shy," Darla called out. "But his prick sure as hell wasn't!" she giggled, then calling out once again, "So...has Reid got his nice hard dick inside you mother?"

"Of course he does!" she responded, "But you already knew that, how about you?"

"Not yet, but I'll let you know the moment he's tired of fingering my clit," she answered back, "Or whenever I am," she added a bit more softly.

This was insane, laying there listening to the two of them as they spoke back and forth to one another. But as insane as it all was, I was loving every minute of it, especially when I lifted her leg slightly, guided my hot hard cock towards her opening, and shoved.

"OH MY GOD!""

"Yep...that's what I said the first time he fucked me too!" Came Kathy's reply.

#

After that, things sort of settled into some sense of normalcy, if you consider normal lying there fucking like animals, listening to one another while you do, knowing full well what was going on in the next room and actually getting off on the sounds being made, being heard, and actually striving to make a few of your own in the process. The one thing that kept bouncing around inside my head however, was the fact that Kathy had quite openly admitted to the fact that she and I had actually fucked, something that Darla neither acknowledged that she'd heard, nor had in any way responded to as yet. Until that very moment.

Somewhere during the process, Darla had rolled me over onto my back and was now straddling me on top, happily grinding herself against me in a slow motion sort of tease-tantalizing fuck that was threatening to do me in any moment now, especially as her breasts, both of them this time, filled my hands, adding to the delightful sensation.

"So Randy, how was it anyway?"

"How was what?" I asked not really thinking clearly, Darla's juicy wet pussy having taken control of my thought process.

"Mom's cunt! Nice and warm inside like mine?" She asked grinding against me even more wildly now.

"Yeah, I guess so," I said not sure what the hell to say, or where she was going with this either.

She laughed at that. "Yeah, I'd imagine that it probably is, your cock feels a lot like your fathers, I'm willing to bet there's not a whole lot of difference between the two, which I imagine I'll get to see again sometime tomorrow."

Well, there it was. If I'd been curious, or had wondered about it before now, I no longer did.

"Yeah, that's what your mom said too," I told her then.

"What'd I say?" Kathy asked having missed that last part.

"That Reid and Randy's pricks are pretty close to the same," Darla shot back.

"Oh yeah, they are! They are! Wonderful aren't they?" she called out once again.

"Hell yes, now...shut up and fuck me, really fuck me Randy!" Darla told me, and proceeded to drive me into the bed.

Now I've heard of women being on the same menstrual cycle together, but I've never heard of them being on the same cum-cycle, even if there were such a thing. And it wasn't a matter of one starting to climax first, thus triggering the other, this was an exact split second timing sort of a thing when they both came, simultaneously, and just as noisily when they both did. The only difference being, whereas Kathy literally squirted, when Darla climaxed, it was more of a warm flood that suddenly bathed my cock in its silken essence, which had the immediate effect of triggering my own climatic release.

"Oh yeah baby," she cooed then still bathing my cock in her juice. "Fill my fucking pussy lover, fill it with all that hot juicy cream!"

#

The ONLY reason that Kathy was wearing an apron and nothing else, was because she was frying bacon at the time. Darla stood next to her at the stove, scrambling eggs as I stood there in the doorway looking at the two of them, neither of which had noticed I was even standing there as yet.

Darla was a good two or three inches taller than her mother, somewhat longer legs for sure, Kathy certainly had more of a well rounded ass than her daughter did, not quite the "bubble butt" that Darla's was, though each had its own unique beauty as they stood there side by side un-intentionally mooning me.

It was at that moment I felt dad's presence as he joined me in the door way, appreciating what it was that I was standing there looking at myself.

"You know, of all the houses in this neighborhood, none of them has as nice a view as this one does," he said alerting the girls to the fact that the two of us were standing there behind them.

"Thank you," they both said simultaneously, once again reminding me of the instantaneous climax they'd experienced together the night before.

"Breakfast is almost ready," Kathy announced, only then reaching behind, undoing her apron, which she then placed on one of the nearby hooks behind the door.

As she did so, I really got my first good look at the two of them as they stood now in front of me, the biggest and most obvious difference being their tits, though each of them was once again uniquely beautiful and different in their own ways.

Kathy had much larger breasts of course, with a certain maturity that came naturally with age. They were certainly full and heavy against her chest, unlike her daughters whose breasts still had that pert, "perkiness" about them, a bit more pointed even, though still being well rounded.




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Kathy's nipples were also darker, slightly thicker, though it would have been measured in millimeters as to who's was longer when fully erect. Darla's nipples were a rosy pink color, that became more so when she was aroused, and which as I stood there, were becoming now.

"I'm famished!" I said finally taking a seat as we all did.

"Good, eat up," Kathy said smiling, "as I'm pretty sure after breakfast, the two of you are going to need all the energy you can muster!" Darla merely grinned nodding her head as she stared at the two of us, and then fingered her nipples, which had already grown stiffly erect.

"Been a long time since I've had them both sucked on at the same time," she said still playing with them, "Been looking forward to that!"

And then suddenly, I was too!

#

Even breakfast turned out to be erotic. With Darla sitting across from me at the table, I couldn't help staring at her magnificent tits, suddenly yearning for poached eggs instead of scrambled. And though watching her spear the eggs off her plate with the fork the way she did was a bit disconcerting, the way she drew them off the fork with her mouth was something else entirely.

I know scrambled eggs would never make it to the top ten list, as far as erotic foods go, but the way Darla sucked them into her mouth while looking at me, causing my cock to twitch every single time, would certainly make anyone at least give eggs further consideration the way she did it.

"Well? Who's ready for dessert?" Darla asked after we'd finished eating breakfast.

"Desert?"

"Yeah, desert!" she said grinning as she stood, her finger suddenly traveling down between her legs, running up her already puffy looking split, then inserting it into her mouth sucking it off. "Yeah, desert," she said once again looking towards me.

I was both standing. 

"Obviously, you are!" she grinned seeing my hard firm erection which had gotten that way a long time ago during the scrambled egg adventure. Even dad was starting to get aroused, his prick just then peeking through the fly in his boxer shorts, though Kathy walked around the table yanking them down around his feet which he quickly kicked off, then as I did, followed the girls down into the conversation pit where Kathy and Darla had already made one of their cozy little play beds out of the throw pillows.

"Someone's been planning something," Dad grinned stepping down into the sea of pillows.

"Yes, we have!" Kathy smiled looking over towards her daughter.

"Now then," Darla began as she led me down into the pit behind her still holding my cock firmly in hand as she did so. "Are either one of you squeamish about touching pee-pees together?"

"What?" I said worriedly, having no clue what it was she was wanting us to do, but not even being able to imagine it either as I looked over towards my father.

"Might as well find out what they're up to," he told me. "I think we're going to find out one way or the other either way."

"I promise, it won't hurt. Well...maybe it might hurt me a little, I don't know, but it's something I've always wanted to try."

I still wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but as Kathy positioned dad down on the pillows, Darla began doing the same with me until dad and I were pressed against one another, balls to balls so to speak, with our respective erections now being held in the girls hands pressed against one another.

"You sure you really want to try this?" Kathy asked her daughter. "I'm not sure even I could manage it myself!"

"Maybe, maybe not...but I'm certainly going to give it a try!" Darla exclaimed excitedly.

Still holding our cocks together within her hands, Kathy held us while Darla poured an obscene amount of silky smooth lubrication over our two pricks, then began lowering herself down over us.

"What the fuck?" I said only then realizing what it was she was about to attempt.

"You can say that again," dad added, though he was obviously curious to see her do it as only then did the two of us actually feel Darla's hot tight cunt actually make contact with us.

"Easy baby!" Kathy warned instructing her daughter. "Nice and slow here," she said still tightly holding our two cocks together as Darla wiggled herself down against us, spreading her pussy apart with her own hands as she did so.

I felt a great deal of tightness suddenly add pressure to my prick, there was no way she was going to be able to accomplish this, and nearly said so when I felt her actually manage to surround the two of us together completely.

"Oh fuck, that really IS tight!" she moaned audibly, though she hovered there for a moment allowing her pussy to relax and further accommodate the two of us, though only the heads of our pricks actually were inside her.

Kathy released her hold on us as Darla actually managed to slip down against us, though it had been an almost agonizing process while doing so. "Don't fucking move yet!" she half grimaced, though she was obviously beginning to enjoy the fullness of having both of our pricks wedged tightly inside her stretched cunt.

"Wow, you did it!" Kathy exclaimed excitedly in surprise. "How's it feel?"

"Fucking incredible!" Darla moaned audibly, as she began moving ever so slowly up and down against the two of us. "Oh mom, you're gonna have to try this yourself to see what I mean!"

Just hearing the two of them talking about it, let alone feeling it was amazing. Kathy had already agreed she wanted to try it after Darla was finished, though by the looks of things, she'd be at it a while as slow moving as it was. I didn't mind it though, now able to sit up slightly, reaching out with my hand to begin caressing and toying with her right breast, noticing as I did so that dad was already doing that with her left one.

"Oh yeah, that's nice, really nice," Darla purred as she continued to fuck us, though the added stimulation of now having both breasts played with was adding to that. Gradually, she became even more accustomed to the tight fit, the ease of our coupling now faster and faster as she began to seriously fuck the two of us together.

"How's that feel for you two?" Kathy wondered.

"I don't know about Randy, but it's sure as hell different," dad grinned obviously enjoying it.

"Ditto, same here," I responded, the sensation of being wedged tightly inside Darla's cunt, my prick resting against my father's as she fucked the two of us simultaneously was something I'd never even heard of before.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Darla announced moments later, and then the onrush of her warm slick orgasm began bathing us both, her pearly fluids cascading out of her pussy in a torrent of climatic bliss as her ear-piercing scream of pleasure filled the room.

Several long moments later after finally collecting herself, Darla stood with a loud sucking, popping sound coming from her cunt as she did so.

"Next?" she said looking over at her mother.

"Perhaps later," Kathy said obviously uncertain, though her face told us both she now had something else in mind. Almost immediately she held both of our pricks together once again, and began sucking, rather than fucking them together. I was already close as it was when fucking Darla, but now with Kathy's mouth sucking the two of us, I knew I was going to lose it at any moment. Sure enough, after a few more delicious teasings of her tongue and mouth on me, I did, beginning to squirt hard thick bursts of juice, most of which Kathy caught, until dad feeling my orgasm begin, triggering his own, became too much for her to accommodate all at once. Pulling her head and mouth away, the two of us soaked her neck and breasts liberally, though even that sight was something to behold, two pricks going off together with such force that even Darla gasped in surprise while she sat there watching us.

Taking a break and a bit of a breather, there was still no doubt this little party was far from being over with. Too my surprise, the old man actually recovered quicker than I did, though Darla partially helped with that by sitting there absentmindedly playing with herself while we sat there talking. Eventually, she noticed dad was getting aroused again and immediately decided to mount him as he lay there on the floor. Of course seeing that, watching the two of them soon had me equally aroused, and soon after Kathy came over to sit on top of me, so that we now lay fucking once again side by side with the two girls on top. Long before anyone even reached a second orgasm (Kathy finally getting off with me) the girls switched places as well as positions, and we then proceeded to fuck side by side doggy-style, which I loved seeing and watching, especially with Kathy's free-swinging breasts gyrating wildly beneath her as dad slammed into her from behind, just as I was doing to Darla.

By the time we had all eventually reached and enjoyed a second orgasm together, I was exhausted, though still curiously invigorated. Even dad appeared to be thoroughly satisfied and out of it for a time though both girls still had devilish looks on their faces.

"I think they're both fucked out!" Darla said sounding disappointed. "Good thing Miranda and Stacy are driving down here tomorrow," she said suddenly. "Might have to get my satisfaction and pleasures elsewhere if neither one of these two are up for anything by the time they get here."

"Sorry? Say that again?" I said. "Your roommates are coming down?"

"Yeah, they come to get me every time I come here for the weekend," she explained.

I looked over at dad, he was grinning from ear to ear. "And you thought Darla was bad!" he added still smiling.

"Yeah, and Miranda has a thing for mother too," she added winking at her. "They haven't done anything yet, but she's thinking about it."

I glanced over towards Kathy then, her face blushing, dad grinning from ear to ear. "Yeah, been hoping she might sometime," he added "would love to see that!"

"Men!" Kathy exclaimed turning, then looked back over her shoulder looking at the two of us. "We'll see."

#

After another light dinner, Darla and I decided to head down to the beach for a sunset swim, Dad and Kathy deciding to stay home and watch a movie together rather than joining us. The beach was again fairly deserted as Darla spread out a large sized quilt on the ground, then stripping off her bikini and racing into the surf well ahead of me. I still wasn't as used to the water as she was, and thus hesitant about even getting in. But as she stood waist deep with the waves caressing her the way they were, I quickly steeled myself up against the coolness of the water quickly joining her.

"Ah, the power of tits!" she said wiggling them back and forth at me as I approached her.

"Yeah, how fair is that anyway?" I asked. Cold water makes yours grow," I said leaving off the rest of it, making her laugh.

"Yeah, but it's more fun for me, making YOU grow!" she said reaching out, quickly finding me, and then beginning to do just that.

As we stood there together, we noticed one other couple sitting up on the rocks snuggled together watching us. As dark as it was now with the sun just then setting, they were obviously aware of our nudity, but shape and explicit detail would be lost to them beyond that. Even so, as Darla guided me into her, the obvious movements of our pleasures as we took them there in the surf, wouldn't be lost on them either, and we both found it adding to the pleasure and excitement we felt as we periodically glanced their way, saw them as they continued to watch us, and realized in doing so that they too had begun touching and fondling one another, though again, it was more a knowledge that it was taking place, rather than being able to specifically see anything.

"Now I'm getting cold," she told me, leading me by the hand out of the surf and back towards the shore. "And besides, it's far too difficult for you to lick my pussy out there anyway!"

She had a point there.

And though we had moved out of sight from the couple on the rocks, just lying down on the blanket together with the thought that someone else could come strolling by and stumble onto us was exciting enough. Spreading her legs, bent at the knee, I lay between them, the tip of my tongue just barely even touching her as we began.

"So, tell me about these roommates of yours," I asked. "What was it you meant about Melinda..."

"Miranda," Darla corrected, "and you're not supposed to talk with your mouth full."

"I'm not...yet," I told her, only then giving her clit a quick firm suck. "Though I intend to, meanwhile, you can do all the talking while I do."

"Ah yes, found that interesting did you?" she giggled, and then caught her breath momentarily as I gave her hard little clit several quick fast little flicks with my tongue.

"Go on," I coaxed.

"You too!" she responded pleasurably. "What I said earlier is true, about Melinda I mean."

"You mean Miranda?"

"Oh yeah, Miranda," she moaned. "Miranda! Sorry, I'm not thinking clearly."

"Want me to stop?"

"Don't you fucking dare...I'll kill you if you do."

"Miranda?"

"Oh yeah, Miranda, well she and Stacy actually share a room together now. When she first moved in, we all had separate bedrooms of course, but it didn't take long for the two of them to get familiar if you know what I mean," she giggled, though partially because I was flicking her clit with my tongue once again.

"Anyway..."

"Anyway," she said finding her train of thought, Miranda is into women almost as much as she's into men, and so is Stacy, though to be honest, I really think she's far more of a lesbian than she's willing to admit to. And yes...before you ask the question, I have...with both of them, just not as often or to the extent that they would like. It's fun, sexy, certainly arousing, but I really do prefer a nice hard cock inside my pussy more often than not."

"Continue," I said softly lapping at her wet split once again.

"So the first time she and Stacy came down to pick me up from a weekend stay with your dad and my mother, Miranda immediately got the hot's for mom, it was almost funny the way she tended to drool over her, even made Stacy a little jealous I think, until I let her go down on me out on the deck while your dad watched us, and while Miranda did everything she could think of to convince my mom to have fun with her. Almost did too, but then some friends of theirs came by out of the blue, and that ended that."

"Have to admit, I wouldn't have minded seeing that myself," I told her honestly, having never done so before, though I'd certainly thought about it enough times.

"Well, you may just get your wish knowing those two, and even though I told them that you were staying here this weekend, Miranda still is hoping to sort of pick things up from where they left off last time with mom."

"So dad watched the two of you huh?" I snickered just imagining that.

"Yeah, and that was hot too, him standing there jerking himself off while Stacy and I fooled around, yeah...that was pretty hot, made me even more horny seeing that than what she was doing to me at the time. And speaking of which, go back to what you were doing a moment ago."

"You mean this?"

"Yeah...that. Just ...like...that."

#

Although normally it would have been "Blow-job Sunday", we decided to watch the early morning game without the benefit of enjoying that, especially knowing that Darla's roommates would be showing up any moment now.

Kathy seemed to be acting a little more nervous than I'd seen her before, to which dad eventually asked her about.

"What's got you buzzing?" he said smiling at her. She blushed.

"You know damn well what," she teased back at him, "and don't tell me you're not buzzing about it either!" she quipped.

Dad laughed, "Hell babe, I'm just surprised is all, especially since you've obviously felt more than comfortable with Darla being involved, and now Randy even."

"Not quite the same," Kathy explained. "Darla being there is one thing, we haven't done anything, though some wouldn't see the difference, but I do, and I'm more than willing to admit that Darla and Randy now being involved with the two of us is damn fucking exciting, and that I can actually get turned on watching my own daughter...and your son taking pleasures with us. But I've never been with another woman before, not even once. And sure, maybe I've thought about it, even fantasized about it, but I've never done it before, that's all. So I'm just a little nervous."

"And horny."

"Yeah, that too," she grinned taking a swing at him, which he ducked. "Now...go back into the living room and watch the game, leave me to my own thoughts here," she added.

"And your fingers," dad joked, and this time when she swung, she connected, dad not quite fast enough in getting away.

"Ouch!"

"Oh yeah, like that really hurt!" Kathy said tossing him a look. Now behave, or I might just let Miranda do me in the bathroom where you can't see if you don't!" she threatened.

Moment's later dad rejoined Darla and I.

"Well?" Darla asked curiously. "Think she will?"

"She's considering it," dad grinned. "But I think so...yeah."

"God, I'm looking forward to seeing that," Darla said.

"Me too!" I added honestly.

"Oh you will for sure, with me at least," Darla winked. "That and a hell of a lot more knowing those two, its just mom we're not really sure of yet."

#

Less than an hour later, Darla's roommates arrived. While dad and I continued to sit and watch the game, the girls quickly busied themselves in the kitchen working on dinner together.

"So Randy, made any decisions about which college you're leaning towards going to yet?"

"Well, I have narrowed it down to two. One that's close to here, it would be less expensive for me if I could stay here for a while until I got on my own two feet, but the other one is where Darla's going. They do have a much more extensive biology department, and my scholarship there is a little better if I do go. But, I need to find a place to stay, and that might make it financially impossible for me at the moment."

"Well, you're certainly welcome to stay here for as long as you'd like, though I'm sure your mother won't be too happy about it," he added.

"Well, maybe it's time she got used to the idea that it's time for me to get to know my own father a little better than I have."

Dad laughed at that. "Son, I think under the circumstances, you know a hell of a lot more about me that most sons know about their fathers."

He was certainly right about that. I guess in a way, even though he really was my father, we would never really have that with one another, too much time and distance having gone on between us, so he was more like an older brother perhaps, or better yet an even better friend, which I told him.

"Then let's just leave it at that for now, take it from there," he said. 

"Works for me," I responded, and then just as quickly noticed that I could no longer hear the girls. "Hey, where'd they all take off too?" I wondered aloud. Even dad looked up curiously, though it was immediately obvious they were no longer in the kitchen area either.

"Don't know, maybe they all went for a walk or something, or down to the beach for a swim."

"Without saying anything? I doubt it!" I said standing up. "Maybe they went up stairs." But even that didn't make any sense, we should, and would still easily be able to hear them if they had.

"Beats the hell out of me, maybe they're outside on the deck," he suggested, which is the only thing that made any sense, though even then, unless they'd closed the sliding glass doors, we still should have been able to hear them. Together dad and I climbed the stairs to the bedrooms, and then noticed that something looked really strange when we got there. Normally, the bright sunshine would have brightened the rooms from outback, but it was almost dark instead.




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"What the hell's going on?" dad wondered, and headed towards the closed sliding glass doors. Even I could tell there was some sort of partition that had been set up out on the deck, blocking off a great deal of the sunlight. Reaching the door at nearly the same time he had, we both stood there with our eyes as big around as saucers.

"HOLY SHIT!" he exclaimed a second before I did.

#

The girls had indeed been busy while we'd been involved watching the game. They had taken the canvas from dad's beach gazebo, which he had sometimes used down on the beach for privacy, and even to sleep in while there. Stringing it up around the deck, they'd effectively closed it off from any prying eyes or curious neighbors, even giving themselves shade with the roofing which they'd included, which had made it considerably darker out on the deck as well as back inside the rooms.

But it wasn't that which we stood looking at, but four naked, very beautiful women all sitting in a semi-circle watching one another as they played with themselves.

"About damn time!" Darla said impatiently, "We've been waiting to see how long it took before you discovered we were missing, just about to give up on you and de-virginize mom's pussy without you're being here to watch it!"

Kathy grinned. "Surprise!" she said blushing.

"You're telling me!" Dad exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Ditto!" I added, excited to see this myself.

"Well then? Mom? You ready?" Darla asked her.

"More than!" Kathy giggled expectantly. Dad and I both took seats, the girls once again making Kathy comfortable as Miranda knelt between her legs in preparation.

"Here, wear this for a moment, that way you'll be forced to just concentrate on the sensation for a moment and nothing else."

Darla had handed Kathy a sleeping mask, which she quickly slipped on over her eyes.

"Like I said, don't think about anything else, just concentrate on the pleasure of it," Darla said, then tossed dad and I a warning look along with a finger to her lips telling us both not to say a single word.

"Ready?" Miranda asked her a moment later.

"A huh," Kathy sighed contentedly, expectantly. And then, Miranda quietly exchanged places with Darla. Once again dad and I both got a look from her, but neither one of us said a thing, both of us too shocked, too aroused to even think about it all at the same time.

We watched as Darla leaned forward, her long pink tongue suddenly flicking out at her mother's cunt, her fingers gently pulling her pussy lips a part, her hard little clit now fully exposed, rock hard and excited as Darla's tongue tip briefly found it, caressing it, and then kissing it as Kathy moaned pleasurably.

Both Stacy as well as Miranda began caressing Kathy's breasts, soon kissing and sucking them, as they did, I realized that Kathy had to be aware that one of those mouths sucking her tit as far as she knew, had to be Darla's of course, though she didn't respond to that in any particular way, though perhaps the pleasure that Darla was giving her cunt at the time had superceded any thoughts about that for the moment.

Dad had already removed his stiff hard prick and sat stroking it as he sat watching Darla licking her own mother's cunt. I'd seen his stiff prick several times by now of course, but to be perfectly honest, I don't think I'd seen it AS hard, or AS swollen, or AS purple in color as I was currently seeing it now. And admittedly, I was pretty fucking hard myself, but with what I was witnessing, I was almost afraid to touch myself for fear of ejaculating the moment I did!

Within minutes, it quickly became JUST as obvious that Kathy was on the precipice of her own climatic explosion, her moans coming harder and quicker, her breath faster, her breasts heaving up and down, her pussy grinding against her daughter's face as she strove ever closer and closer towards ecstasy.

"Oh yes please...please! Suck it! Suck my clit! Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!"

Darla certainly did, and seconds later was rewarded for her efforts. Screen or no screen, I had to sit there and wonder briefly what the neighbors had heard, or wondered was happening when she came, even if they couldn't see it, they had to have known. Kathy's cry of pure wondrous delight exploded from her lungs, as did a fountain of clear white pearly fluid that erupted from her cunt, spraying wickedly against her daughter's face, forcing her away with the massive impact of it, half drowning her in the process though she continued fingering her mother's cunt, still massaging her "g" spot until Kathy collapsed in a contented heap beneath her slow gentle caress. While doing so, the girls quickly moved about, Darla and Miranda once again exchanging places. 

"Can I take this off now?" Kathy asked, already reaching upwards to remove the mask without being given approval to have done so.

"Thank you," she said simply looking at Miranda with a warm smile.

And thank you my darling daughter, for giving me my first taste of another woman's delight," she added, letting everyone know as she did so, that no one, especially Darla had fooled her one bit.

"Now, you dear, get over here and fuck me, fuck me with that nice hard cock your showing!" she said looking at my father. "And you...my sweet darling daughter, let your mother return the favor and bliss you've just given me!"

As much as I really wanted to watch, Darla now sitting on her mother's face while dad thrust his enormously hard cock in and out of Kathy's wet dripping pussy, I was myself a bit busy at the moment, with Miranda having laid claim to my own cock, and with Stacy surprisingly sitting on my face, which she didn't seem to mind at all as I too began lapping at her clit.

And it didn't really matter much anyway, hours later we had all enjoyed and pleasured one another in ways and positions I could only dream of. Miranda as well as Stacy both got their turns with Kathy, and she with them, which was just as exciting to see as the first go around. But as strange as it sounded, just waking up in bed with three gorgeous girls, all still naked was a smile that I carried with me all day.

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"So Randy, decided on which school you're going to yet?" Darla asked. I then told her how I had made a decision, accepting the offer to stay with dad and Kathy due to finances, though admitting that the program where Darla was going to school was better. 

"Eventually, I will transfer there," I told her, "Once I've gotten things together a little better financially."

"That's the reason your going to Berkley?" she asked exasperated. And then looked at me with a determination I'd never seen before. "No...fucking...way!"

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, no way Randy, you're coming back with us, and you're going to be staying with us. Like I said, we really do have another bedroom you can stay in, though I seriously doubt you will be," she added. "We've been considering a forth, which would help us all splitting the expenses, and make it a hell of a lot easier on all of us. But more importantly, you go to the best school, the best program, and have the best roommates you could ever imagine!"

"You sure about this?" I asked.

"Well, even if she wasn't, we certainly are!" Stacy and Miranda said coming into the room.

"Sorta like three's company, only better!" Darla said grinning at me as she sat stroking my rapidly awakening cock.

"Oh yeah, way better...way, way better!" I sat grinning as Stacy and Miranda quickly pushed me back into the bed.



Like Father, Like Son



My father had never, to my memory, been a healthy man, and he had long been quite sick before he died when I was sixteen. Mum had been a nurse when she met dad; he had been hospitalised for a minor operation, and I believe it was one of those fictional "nurse/patient" relationships. There's no doubt that dad was a good looking guy before his final illness set in, and Mum had told me he could be quite charming and sometimes downright irresistible.

I had never had a mature relationship with Dad; his illness prevented that, but he was always kind and supportive towards me. So was Mum, although in my early adolescence, the needs of my father tended to take precedence over mine. In my own selfish way I resented this, even when I realised that my father's condition was terminal. I never reproached Mum over this, and I was later grateful to myself that it didn't sour our relationship. 

Mum had nursed Dad through his final illness and I can remember his funeral well. Mum had mourned him but not to the extent that some people thought right. Mum told me later that her mourning had started well before Dad's actual death, knowing that this was inevitable. She told me that her feelings were a mixture of sadness and relief, relief that he was finally released from his pain and suffering.

Fast forward nine years. My exams were complete, my thesis had been accepted and I was now a fully fledged psychologist after 6 years of study. Still very wet behind the ears but full of ideas and enthusiasm. My personal life was a quite different kettle of fish. At 25, not still a virgin, my experiences with women had been limited. It seemed that they were either party girls who wanted no more than a good time and who thought I was dull and boring, or ultra serious young women who wanted to talk about deep and meaningful social issues, with sex way down on the priority list. I had one or two positive outcomes, but nothing at all lasting.

So here I was, still living at home with my mother, wondering where to take my personal life next.

Let me tell you a little bit about Mum. At 45, she was still, to my biased view, stunningly beautiful. She had kept herself very fit, initially to give herself the strength and endurance to nurse Dad through his illness, then as a deliberate strategy to keep herself fit. She told me that it was the ideal antidote to gloom and depression following his death, and I knew that she worked out regularly at the local gym. Dad had a couple of longstanding insurance policies that left her reasonably well provided for, and she had a part time job that gave her a small income and paid some of the bills. 

Mum was quite tall, around 5'9" with a beautifully proportioned body. I know she had a 38C bust—in my adolescent fantasies, I'd searched through her underwear drawer. Her hair was what is usually called "dirty blonde", a rather demeaning description, I've always thought. Really, a blend of blonde and light brown, she kept it scrupulously clean and it fell softly past her shoulders. She had deep blue eyes that were usually soft and warm, but could, as I knew to my cost, turn steel hard when I'd messed up. Her face was not wholly dissimilar to that of the US actor, Jenna Elfman; she wore clothes well, but usually preferred jeans, tees and flatties at home. 

Mum had supported, encouraged, and occasionally bullied me, but generally been my biggest fan as I worked through my university studies. When I told her that I had been successful, she crowed with delight and gave me the biggest hug ever, and rather more surprising, a big sloppy wet kiss on my mouth.

"Stevie, I am SO proud of you and what you have achieved. I want to take you out for dinner at a big city restaurant. Name the place and the time and it's my treat."

"Thanks, Mum, that would be lovely. If money is no object, I suggest we make it the Excelsior on a Saturday evening. Soon."

"Okay, Stevie, leave it all to me."

We settled on a date and time, and I dressed up – suit, tie, decent shirt, and even polished my shoes. Then Mum came into the lounge, and it was almost a case of "cometh the hour, cometh the man". I was bowled over by how beautiful she looked. Mum had obviously gone to a great deal of trouble with her makeup, had clearly had a manicure and was dressed in a figure hugging creation in a rich, deep burgundy. Working upwards, she was in black patent pumps with a 3" heel, stockings and a hemline just above the knee. The top was cut in a crossover style, emphasising a deep, mouth watering cleavage, and she wore an uplift bra that called even more attention to her gorgeous breasts.

"Wow, Mum, you look absolutely stunning. Is this all for me?"

"Well, you don't think I'd dress like an old bag lady to take my favourite guy out for dinner, do you?" she laughed.

"I cannot imagine anyone looking less like an old bag lady. I am so privileged to be seen with you. Yum yum."

"I can see I'm going to have to be very careful with you, young man," she pretended to chide me, but I could tell that she found the attention pleasing.

At that moment the taxi arrived; "Just in case we want to have a drink or two," and we set off for the Excelsior.

I noticed that Mum drew admiring glances as we walked through the restaurant, and I had no doubt that she looked at least ten years younger than her forty-five years. The meal was delicious and a great success, accompanied by two bottles of first class wine. The alcohol had the effect of making us both more talkative than usual, particularly Mum.

"I've often wondered, Mum, why you haven't gone into another relationship after Dad's death?" I asked her.

"Oh, I don't know, sweetie, I've had a few offers and been out on a few dates, but no-one that really appealed. Most of the guys of my generation are either married and looking for a fling on the side, are hopeless losers who only want to talk about the shortcomings of their ex, or alcoholics. I've had one or two approaches from younger guys, but they frighten me. Oh, and by the way, Stevie, what is a MILF?"

"Um, err, well ... I really don't know ..."

"I see—now just why are you stalling, young man? I don't believe you don't know, so tell me."

"Okay, Mum, you asked for it, it stands for Mother I'd Like to ... ," and then my nerve deserted me.

"So what does the 'F' stand for?"

I blushed a deep red while Mum looked closely at me, and then the penny dropped. "Oh, I see—you are trying to spare my blushes, although I have heard the word, 'fuck' before." Mum grinned at my discomfort.

"How come you want to know about MILFs, Mum?"

"Oh," she replied airily, "I heard a couple of young guys using the expression."

"While looking at you and drooling no doubt. Still, they had excellent taste."

Now it was Mum's turn to blush, and I decided to press forward and be a bit more inquisitive. "Don't you miss the physical contact with someone else, though, Mum, being close, touching, maybe kissing? In my sort of circles, that's called 'skin hunger'."

"Stevie, I'm not sure that this is the sort of conversation for a mother to have with her son, no matter how much she loves him."

"Oho, I see—but you don't mind quizzing me about my girlfriends. I specifically remember you asking me if Barb was a good kisser, and commenting on the size of Suzie's boobs."

I managed to make Mum blush again, but she tried to save herself by saying, "That's different—I was just showing concern for my son's wellbeing."

"Hmm, maybe, but I suspect you were just trying to find out about my sex life."

"Honey, you are a very handsome, very attractive young man, and I'd be surprised if you didn't have young ladies fighting over you."

I wasn't about to lose the initiative in this discussion, "Not really, Mum, but anyway, I thought it was my turn to give you the third degree?"

"Well," she conceded with a wide grin on her face, "I think I may have found a boyfriend. His name's Eddie and he's a friend of one of my work colleagues; she introduced us a couple of days ago and he seems like a nice guy. He's a financial adviser, about my age," she finished.

"Wow, Mum, that's fantastic. So when's the first date?" I enthused, although feeling just the tiniest pang of jealousy.

"He said he'd ring me during the week, and he seemed genuine about doing that—now I'm starting to feel like a schoolgirl on her first ever date," she smiled.

I looked closely at Mum and I could see that she was happy and more relaxed than I'd seen her for a while. I hoped that it might be, at least in part, due to the enjoyable meal that we'd shared, but I also realised that Eddie had made a big impression.

We were home by midnight, and Mum gave me a generous hug. "Thank you for a really enjoyable evening, Stevie. It's very good for a girl's self-esteem to be seen with a handsome hunk—even if he is her son," she laughed.

"Thanks Mum. It's very good for a guy to be seen with a beautiful MILF, even if it is his Mum," and I winked at her as she blushed a deep red and headed for bed.

A few days later, as I returned home, I was greeted by Mum at her enthusiastic best. "Oh, honey, I'm so happy. Eddie has asked me out to dinner on Friday, and of course I agreed. Now I just have to work out what to wear."

This was a topic of conversation for the next couple of days. At the appointed time, Mum looked stunning in a sheath dress in a beautiful cobalt blue that set off her hair and eyes to perfection, with the clingy material providing a tasteful idea of her curves. 

"Mum, you look stunning. Eddie is a really lucky guy," I told her. "He'd have to be blind not to appreciate how gorgeous you look."

"Thank you, honey, I do feel quite nervous—this is the first date I've been on since I met your father. I don't count you, of course," she smiled, "you're special."

The doorbell rang; Eddie had brought flowers and expressed his appreciation for how Mum looked, then she introduced him to me. He was a little shorter than me, stocky with broad shoulders but starting to develop a gut. He didn't look in the peak of physical condition, but he seemed pleasant enough, and he was most attentive to Mum.

"Don't keep her out too late, now, Eddie. She needs to be home by her curfew," I called out as they left, and was rewarded with a laugh from both of them. I eventually went to bed, and vaguely heard the front door close at some time just after midnight.

Next day I interrogated Mum, and she reported having had, "a wonderful time; Eddie was so attentive." I felt that pang of jealousy again, but said nothing.

Over the next two or three weeks, Mum was out with Eddie on at least four occasions. Then, all hell broke loose and my life changed for ever. It was a Saturday evening; I had gone out with some friends, and Mum was again out with Eddie. I arrived home rather earlier than I expected; the wife of one of my friends was feeling unwell, so we broke up early. Eddie's car was in the drive, and I walked in quietly, not wanting to disturb anything, when I heard a scream that made my blood first run cold, and then boil. Mum was screaming at Eddie, "No, Eddie, no, please don't, please don't hurt me. No, Eddie, I don't want you like this, just leave me alone and go, please." This was interspersed with screams of fear from Mum as I burst into the lounge room.

Mum was cowering away from Eddie, trapped against the wall, as he attempted to rip her clothes off, shouting at her, "Come on you whore, you know you want it, now if you're not prepared to give me what I want, I'll take it anyway. I'm going to fuck you whether you want it or not. You've been playing me along for weeks, now I'm going to get my reward."

All of a sudden I felt totally in control, in spite of the cold rage building inside me. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Eddie, you fucking pig[.] [?]"

He spun round and faced me. "Mind your own fucking business, little boy; this is between your cock-teasing slut of a mother and me."

I had hung with one or two rather tough guys early in my time at university, and one of them had told me, "In street fighting, anything goes. There ain't no rules; just get in and floor your opponent before he does it to you, and it don't matter how you do it." I remembered this advice, took a step closer to Eddie—and spat in his face. That produced the intended result, as both hands came up to wipe the muck out of his eyes, accompanied by a few choice descriptions of me. As his hands came up, his groin was unprotected, and my right foot made contact with considerable force. He howled in agony, now moving his hands down to protect the family jewels from further depredation, uncovering his face and allowing me the luxury of a powerful short-arm jab across the bridge of his nose. The red gusher was accompanied by a satisfying crunch as his nose broke and he collapsed on the floor, bleeding and howling.

I turned to Mum who was staring in a mixture of horror and fear, tinged, I thought, with admiration. "Mum, are you hurt? Do you need an ambulance? Shall I call the cops?"

"'No' to all those questions, honey, just get that heap of garbage out of here."

"My pleasure, Mum," and I grabbed Eddie by the collar and yanked him to his feet, propelling him towards the door. "Now get out of here, Eddie, and if I as much as hear a rumour that you've been anywhere near my mother, I'll give you a beating that makes this episode feel like a tickle. Capiche?"

"Fuck you," he tried to inject some bravado, but when he saw the look in my eyes, he hurried to the door. "She wasn't much of a catch, anyway," he tried to salvage his own macho image, but I opened the door and as I shoved him through, planted my foot on his backside and propelled him rapidly out, causing him to fall flat on his face on the gravel drive. "Bye bye, fuckwit," I called and walked inside, slamming the door.

Mum was sitting in a chair with tears streaming down her face. She was holding the rags of her dress close to her and was obviously highly distraught. I sat on the arm of the chair and put my arm round her shoulders, just making soothing noises and letting her know she was safe. Her tears eventually eased and she looked t me through red, swollen eyes. "Oh Stevie, what would have happened if you hadn't come home when you did?" she asked in a voice barely more than a whisper.

"Doesn't matter, Mum, the fact is I did, and I'm so relieved that I did, otherwise I might've gone after him and killed him." Mum looked at me with the faintest of smiles. "My knight in shining armour," she whispered, and the tears started to fall again.

"Hmm," I thought, and went quickly to Mum's room and got her dressing gown. Returning to the lounge, I told her, "I promise to shut my eyes if you'd like to get out of the remains of your dress so you can relax."

"Thank you Stevie," she said, and a few moments later told me, "Okay honey, I'm decent."

I looked deeply into Mum's troubled eyes. "I guess you don't want to talk about it now, Mum, but whenever you do, I'll be here to listen,"

"Thank you, honey, I might just take you up on that. But do you know the irony of all this? This evening, for the first time, I was ready to give him what he wanted. If he'd just been a little more patient and just a bit of a gentleman, I would have jumped into bed with him without a second thought. Eddie just wanted too much too quickly, and you saw the result. Thank god," Mum finished, piously.

"Mum, it's getting late, and I can see how exhausted you are. Why not take a nice hot shower and get to bed, and we can talk in the morning?"

"Mmm, yes, Stevie, that sounds like a good prescription to me. I'm sorry about all the mess, leave it until tomorrow if you like, and ..."

"Just get yourself off to bed," I jumped in, "and leave the clearing up to me."

Mum departed and I cleared up; in any event, it didn't take too long, and I could hear the soft sound of Mum's breathing as I took myself to bed.

I was woken in the early hours by someone calling my name. As I established that this was not a dream, I realised that Mum was in my room, calling softly to me. I woke and switched on my bedside light. "Hi, Mum, what's up?"

"Oh Stevie, I'm sorry to wake you, but I'm feeling so scared. Would you think I'm a dreadful woman if I asked you if I could sleep with you?"

"Mum you are certainly not dreadful, and I would regard it as a privilege if you were to sleep with me. Come on, hop in," and so saying I threw back the cover.

She climbed into my king size single bed; it was a bit squashy, so she needed to snuggle close to me, a situation that I didn't object to in the slightest. Mum was wearing a matching lilac coloured baby doll nightdress and panties that did nothing to hide her undoubted charms.

"Stevie, please hold me and keep me safe from the boogie men," she begged.

"No boogie men here, Mum, except the one who's holding you in his arms."

"Oh him," Mum giggled, and I caught the faintest whiff of brandy on her breath. She had probably tried to get herself to sleep with a drink but not succeeded. "Oh him," she repeated. "He's no problem—he keeps me safe."

"Is that so," I laughed back.

"Mmm", she replied and then, unexpectedly, kissed me full on my lips, stroking her tongue into my mouth and holding my head in her hands. I rationalised that I really had no option but to reply in kind, and we were soon caught in a passionate, warm, wet embrace, mouths moving hungrily against each other. 

"Oh Stevie, I know this is wrong—mothers and sons aren't supposed to do this sort of thing, but I so need your love and protection and I want to show you how grateful I am for what you did."

"Mum, you don't have to go this far ...," but she put her finger against my lips and whispered "Ssh, tonight is different. I need to be in your arms so I can hide away from the nasties of earlier on, knowing that I'm with someone I can trust absolutely. Stevie, I love you so much. Please, my darling son, please show me what it's like to be with someone who really cares." 

How could I resist such a plea? I leant over and kissed her, gently at first, and she replied with a hot, wet kiss, her tongue searching for mine. I propped on one elbow and gazed into her eyes. "Penny McLaren, I love you so much. You are so beautiful, and I feel as if I've died and gone to heaven."

Somewhat to her surprise, I had used her given name for the first time, but Mum gazed into my eyes, saying, "It feels so right for you to use my real name when we're like this. Please keep calling me Penny. I love it."

I kissed down her neck, then told her, "Penny, I think we have a small problem here."

"Mmm?" she murmured.

"Yes, you've got far too much clothing on. Let's get rid of that suit of armour for a start."

She giggled again. "This wouldn't stop a whisper, let alone a great big rampaging man, ready to make love to me at any moment—I hope." So saying, she drew the flimsy nightdress over her head and snuggled into my arms.

Mum clung to me, covering my face with kisses and whispering seductive and downright lusty demands about what I should do to her. I stroked my hands down her arm, then up her side, caressing and gently squeezing her breast, and she moaned gently in response.

"Mum," I started, "Are you really sure you want this, or would you rather just snuggle up and go to sleep?"

She didn't answer immediately, but then I felt her soft, warm hand move between my legs and caress my balls, moving them gently around and transmuting my cock into a steel bar. "Does that answer your question, sweetie?" she asked in a husky voice and I found myself forced to agree. 

I rolled her gently onto her back and returned to focussing on her breast. I kissed upwards along the soft underside of each tit, then round with a circle of little kisses, avoiding, for the time being, her areolas and nipples. Mum whimpered and tried to roll her nipples into my mouth, but I kept up the teasing, causing her to grab my head and pull me down so that I couldn't avoid the tempting rigid morsels.




Like Father, Like Son



"Stevie, you are a dreadful tease," she whispered. "Please kiss my nipples and make me squirm."

I bit gently into a nipple with my lips covering my teeth and she cried out in delight; I repeated the treatment on the other side to be rewarded in the same way. I kissed down her stomach to the accompaniment of soft moans of desire, then reaching her panties, went one step further and kissed her vagina through the filmy silk. She gasped and shuddered, the more so as I pulled her panties off and then kissed her pussy directly. I stroked my tongue along the length of her slit, now moist with her juice and nibbled softly on and around her clit.

"Oh god, Stevie, that's so ... I've never ...," she gasped. "Please hold me, please make love to me; I need it so much. I need to feel you close to me and to feel you fill me. I want you, my love, more than anything else in the world right now—then we can snuggle up and go to sleep." I could hear the smile in her voice.

This was almost more than my rigid, straining cock could take and I moved back up her body, kissing her as I went. Then I whispered into her ear, "Penny, I think side by side would be the best way to go, then I can hold your beautiful body close to me. Just lift your top leg over mine and we'll find the way in."

She did so, sobbing and shuddering, begging me to take her and not hold back any longer. I held Penny close to me and she writhed against me and clung to my body, fastening her nails into my back. I touched her pussy with the tip of my cock then used it to massage her clit and lips, slipping it just into her wet opening. 

Penny screamed softly, but her scream became almost deafening as I slid my rigid cock into her waiting cunt. "Oh god, Stevie, yes ... yes ...please hold me and fill me with your beautiful ... cock." It was almost more than she could bring herself to say, but then all her inhibitions seemed to vanish—"Fuck me, Stevie, fuck me until I cum, keep me safe in your arms and show me what real love is."

"Yes, Penny, yes my beautiful lover, my beautiful mother. You're driving me closer towards an explosion and I can't hold back."

She gasped and cried out, "No, darling, just let go when you need to. I'm so close that your climax will trigger one in me."

That was all I needed, and my balls contracted with an electric tingle spreading through them and into my cock. With a shout of joy, I sent a huge pent-up flood of cum surging towards my mother's womb. She was right—this was enough to trigger her orgasm and with a shriek she clamped down hard on my cock and clung to me in a climactic spasm.

"Penny, that was just completely magical. I want to do everything I can to keep you safe and show you how much I love you." 

She seemed to be completely bathed in a soft, warm glow and reached a hand up to stroke my face. "Thank you so much, Stevie. I love you too; I feel safe and loved with you and I'll never forget this night." Her voice was slurred with sleep. I kissed her once, then threw the duvet back over her and she was asleep within seconds. I took hardly any longer to fall into a deep dreamless sleep.

I was alone in bed when I woke next morning, but I could hear activity in the kitchen. Mum was standing at the sink with a heavy dressing gown firmly belted around her waist. Approaching her from behind, I wrapped my arms around her waist and nuzzled into her neck. She immediately turned and pushed me away.

"No, Stevie, no, this mustn't happen again. I don't want to hurt you, but what happened last night was completely wrong. Mothers and sons mustn't have sex; incest is immoral and it's illegal, and I won't let myself get so close to you again."

"But, Penny ..." I started, but she cut straight across me.

"No, Stevie, don't push me. My mind is made up. And please don't forget that I'm your mother, so don't call me Penny again—in this house, I'm 'Mum'."

"Okay, Mum, your call, and I will respect your wishes. Just tell me one thing, though, and please be honest. Were you faking your excitement last night, or did you truly enjoy it?"

She blushed, a deep crimson. "Yes, it was the most intense and most exciting experience of my life. That doesn't make it right, though. I desperately needed to feel loved but I'm deeply ashamed of allowing myself to be drawn to you in that way, and I'm so sorry for putting you in that position."

"Sorry, Mum," I replied, "I can't accept your apology. To use your words, it was the most intense and most exciting experience of my life as well, but I'm not ashamed of it. I love you, and I will always delight in that experience. I'm not ashamed, and I don't intend to let it damage the relationship that we have together. I give you my word, though—I won't EVER try to force myself on you. Still, I hope a little kiss on the cheek is permitted?" and I followed through as she laughed.

"Thank you, Stevie, thank you for being so understanding. I love you too, but it has to be traditional mother/son love, okay?"

"Mmm, like I said, your call," and I settled to breakfast and a normal day's activities.

Thereafter, our lives returned to what might be called a "pre-Eddie" state. We lived in a companionable existence, moving in our own directions, but staying in a purely platonic relationship. This state of affairs lasted for a few weeks, but over that time, I noticed a deepening change in Mum. She became progressively more down, less like her old cheerful self. I know that she had fits of tears, and I suspected that she might have been drinking more than usual. She seemed to be avoiding me more and keeping very much to herself.

Clearly, something was getting to her and I wanted to know what. One evening, I arrived home a little earlier than usual and it was obvious immediately that Mum gad been crying. Her eyes were red rimmed and she was a picture of misery.

"Mum, sit down, we need to talk," I took the initiative, and she did so with a hopeless expression on her face. "Mum, for the past weeks, you have been getting more and more upset. What's going on? What's eating away at you?"

"Oh Stevie, I just don't know. I feel more and more useless; I don't seem to have any reason to carry on. I'm so lonely, and ..." She paused and looked at me with a distressed expression on her face, "I've corrupted you by forcing myself on you."

"Oh Mum, that's nonsense and you know it—or you should. It's more likely that I corrupted you, so you can blame me for all the fears you have."

"Stevie ... Stevie ... oh god, what am I going to do? I feel so worthless—I'm spoiled goods, and nobody will ever want to know me again."

"Mum, look at me," I took a strong line with her and she looked blankly up at me. "You're tearing yourself apart for no good reason, and you're hurting yourself. I know how it goes. You hurt, so you blame yourself and the more you blame yourself, the more you hurt, so you blame yourself for the extra hurt, and it just goes round and round in a vicious circle."

"I guess you're right, honey," she replied, "but what am I going to do?"

"Mum, you need help, but I don't think it needs to be anything like psychoanalysis. Tell you what, why don't you go see Aunt Lillian and have a real heart to heart with her?"

I need to explain about Aunt Lillian. Mum had three sisters, Aunt Lillian, the oldest, then Aunt Suzy, who we hardly ever saw, and Aunt Ellie, the youngest. Their mother had died giving birth to Ellie when Mum was about two years old; Lillian was then about fourteen. Their father was a lovely man, but totally unsuited to bringing up four girls, and the load fell on Lillian's shoulders. She seemed to relish this role, and was a substitute mother to her three sisters. I knew that Mum had leaned on her heavily during Dad's illness, and she had been a tower of strength for her.

At the same time, Aunt Lillian was quite "straight laced" and rather old fashioned. Mum indicated as much when she said, "Oh Stevie, I don't think I could do that—your Aunt Lillian is likely to be quite critical, and I don't think I could handle that."

"I'm not so sure, Mum. She's always had your best interests at heart and in spite of her stern appearance, I know she's got a soft spot for you. Why don't you give it a try?"

"Okay, honey, you might be right; anything is better than going through this torture. I'll give her a call in the morning."

I gathered that Mum had talked to her sister, but had no feedback and heard nothing further on the subject until I had a surprise phone call late on a Friday afternoon. It was Aunt Lillian. She started in her usual direct way, "Steven, I need to talk to you about an urgent matter. Please come here for tea tomorrow afternoon at four o'clock, but please don't let your mother know where you're going." One did not argue with Aunt Lillian in this mood, and I duly arrived at her house at four o'clock the following afternoon, having told Mum that I was doing some research in the library.

Aunt Lillian invited me in and offered me tea; "And some of your lovely home baked cake, if you have some, please Aunt Lillian." She tried to look severe but I still caught the twinkle in her eye as she produced the cake.

"Now then, Steven I need to talk about your mother." I wasn't surprised, but I was surprised at the rather hesitant way she addressed the topic. Quite unlike her, I thought.

"Steven, this is very difficult for me because it goes against everything I've ever believed and all my standards and values. However, this may be the only way to help her resolve her problems."

I remained silent and watched her closely.

"Your mother is lost. Not physically, of course, but she can't come to terms with her emotional life and her lack of anyone close that she can trust and who will care about her." 

"Aunt Lillian, I love Mum deeply—she can trust me absolutely and I care about her very much," I protested.

"Yes, I know, my dear, but you're her son, which puts a different complexion on the situation," she said. "After that swine Eddie tried to rape her, she was left without any sense of her own value. She'd lost your father, the one man she truly loved and I suspect there's still a little bit of guilt there, believing that she could, somehow, have done more for him. Then there was the Eddie episode; your mother thought that he was the answer to her prayers, but he turned out to be a devil, not an angel. Then she believed that she had seduced and corrupted you ..."

"So Mum told you about that, did she? Well, I can assure you that she wasn't alone in the seduction." Aunt Lillian blushed but I went on, "Mum was scared, she felt threatened and alone, and she was looking for comfort, and perhaps even sanctuary. I think she genuinely found those things in my arms, but the next day, all sorts of taboos kicked in, and she blames herself for something for which there is no need for blame."

"Hmm, ordinarily, I would disagree with you strongly, Steven," she continued. "This time, though, you may just be right. I hate to say this, because in my opinion, what I have to say is both illegal and immoral. However, the only answer may be for you to re-establish a physical relationship with your mother to give her the love and security that she needs. How you do that, though, is a bit of a puzzle."

Then a light went on in my head, and a plan hatched itself fully formed in my mind. "Aunt Lillian, two weeks today is Mum and Dad's wedding anniversary. Mum always tries to remember it, but it's been very hard for her. I'm going to offer, no, tell her that I'm taking her out to dinner and to go dancing to celebrate their marriage. I'll make it clear that I can't be her husband, but that I might just possibly make an acceptable substitute."

"Yes, Steven, that might work. Shower her with loving attention as if you were her husband, and it might change her mind." Aunt Lillian paused, looking quite uncomfortable. Then she burst out, "Steven, I have done a very silly thing. Just before he died, your father gave me a gift to give to your mother after he died. In the turmoil that surrounded your father's death, I put the gift somewhere safe and then completely forgot about it. I only rediscovered it a short time ago and I've been agonising over how to deal with this."

"Mmm, nearly ten years—rather a long time," I commented. "What is this gift that Dad left?"

Aunt Lillian handed me a flat jewellery case that contained a gold torc in the form of a twisted rope about half a centimetre thick. Enclosed was a note that read:

My darling Penny

Someone once said, "I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that." 

This parting gift is to bind you to me in remembrance. However, it has a clasp that can release the necklace and will release you to find new happiness. Please, my dearest girl, don't grieve forever but find yourself the happiness that you so much deserve.

Love forever

Bob

"Aunt Lillian, that is so beautiful—have you thought about how you will approach Mum with it?" I enquired.

She shook her head, looking quite embarrassed. "Steven, do you think you might be able to ...?"

I jumped up and surprised her with a big kiss on the cheek. "That would be the icing on the cake, Aunt Lillian—I will be more than happy to give this to Mum."

She favoured me with a warm smile and I made ready to leave. "Thank you, my dear; please take care of your mother, and be gentle with her." Aunt Lillian blushed a deep crimson, "I have no uncertainty in that direction, though."

I gave her a peck on the cheek and left with the necklace hidden in the boot of my car.

Next morning, I sat and watched Mum as she busied herself in the kitchen after breakfast and at a convenient break in her seemingly unending round of domestic chores, said to her, "Mum, please sit down for a moment, I need to talk to you." She looked a little puzzled but did as I asked. "Mum, I know that your wedding anniversary is in two weeks time, and I know how important that was to you. So I've made a decision and I won't take 'no' for an answer. I am taking you out to dinner and dancing on the Saturday evening, at the Metropole, I think. I know I can't even start to replace Dad in your affections, and I won't try. But I might just be some sort of pale substitute so that you can perhaps recapture a little of the happiness you felt with him."

Mum stared at me without making any reply, but then burst into tears. "Oh Stevie, my dear, would you really do that for me? You know, you are so much like your father, in looks, physique, your voice, your smile and your sense of humour. That would be magic."

"Tell you what, Mum, I'll even wear a tux and have my hair cut the way he used to."

Again I got no reply but a huge hug from Mum to tell me it would be an experience she would never forget.

The day arrived and I struggled into my tux and waited in the lounge for Mum to make her appearance. It was worth the wait. She was dressed in a stunning creation somewhere on the border between royal blue and deep green with a scooped neckline revealing just a tantalising glimpse of cleavage and a hemline just at knee height. Three inch heels completed the ensemble, and she had obviously taken great care with her makeup and brushed her hair until it glowed.

Mum turned to me and stopped, her hand going to her mouth. "Oh Stevie, I thought for one moment that it actually was your Dad standing there—you look so much like him."

"Thank you, Mum; I was trying for that effect," I replied.

"Stevie," Mum asked hesitantly, "would you do me a big favour; please? Just for this evening, would you call me Penny instead of Mum?"

I had trouble controlling the tears that threatened to start. "Of course, Mu ... Penny, that will be a great privilege."

At that point, the taxi arrived and we headed for the Metropole, the largest and swishest place in town. I felt abundant love flowing through me as I escorted this beautiful woman through to our table and during a thoroughly enjoyable meal. I encouraged her to talk about my father, and she radiated warmth and love in a way I hadn't seen before.

After the meal we danced; it seemed for hours. Mum was a good dancer, and I had had lessons in my teens; at one stage, Mum whispered in my ear, "I know it sounds quite disloyal to your father, but I have to say that you're actually a better dancer than he was," with which I whisked her, gasping, into a pirouette.

The last dance was slow and dreamy, and Mum/Penny held herself close to me and we moved slowly together, although I was showing distinct signs of a growing interest in activities other than dancing. I know she realised this, as she held me close and looked into my eyes with a secret smile of understanding.

Eventually the music stopped, we found a taxi and headed home. We held hands as we walked into the lounge and Mum looked at me with an expression of total contentment. "Stevie, my dear, this has been an absolutely perfect evening. I was even able to convince myself that I was dancing with your father."

"Thanks, Mum," I replied, "but the evening isn't quite over yet. Would you like a nightcap before we turn in?"

She agreed and I poured her a generous measure of brandy.

"I have one more surprise for you," I said, bringing out the jewel case Aunt Lillian had given me, and gave it to Mum.

She opened it and gasped as she saw the necklace and the note. She read it and I saw tears flowing down her face.

"Oh god, Stevie, this is so perfect. Please, put it on me."

I looped it around her neck and closed the clasp, and she went to the mirror and gazed at her reflection for a long time. Then, almost as if in a trance, she picked up the note and read it again, softly repeating the words to herself. After some minutes of this, Mum turned to me and in a soft, warm voice said, "Stevie, please come and take the necklace off."

I did as she asked, then started, "Mum ..." but she put her finger to my lips. "Penny, remember?" and kissed me, a sweet invitation that left little doubt in my mind. She kissed me again, this time a long, sensual, lingual exploration. Then, "we'll talk about this in the morning. For now, please take me to bed and love me."

I wasn't going to reject an offer as exciting as that, and we moved quickly to her bedroom, where she pirouetted in front of me, and asked, "Okay, honey, how do you want me?"

"First, you gorgeous temptress, strip for me, down to your bra and panties."

She hummed deep in her throat, an exciting, resonant sound that carried real promise with it. It reminded me of a big cat about to pounce on its prey. She slowly removed her dress and flicked it away, all the time keeping her eyes fixed to mine.

I moved to her and took her in my arms, sweeping my hands up and down her back and across her smooth contoured arse. "Hmm," I reflected, "There are still things in the way", and so saying, I reached round and unsnapped her bra which fell to the floor with just a little help from Penny.

I bent and flicked my tongue across her rapidly hardening nipples, the areolas already crinkled in anticipation. "Penny, take off your panties and give them to me."

She looked at me with a slightly puzzled expression, but did as I asked almost literally tearing off her panties, leaving her naked except for smoky grey stay-ups and heels. I held her panties to my face and inhaled deeply, finding myself almost overwhelmed by the aphrodisiac perfume of a highly aroused woman.

"Ooh Stevie, what does that tell you?" she asked in a soft, teasing voice.

"As if you didn't know, you minx," I replied, "I think I'm about to test my theory that you are so hot that my cock is likely to melt."




Like Father, Like Son



She whimpered then moved away from me, grabbing my hand and pulling it down to her mound. I stroked across her lips—they were swollen and moist with her juices.

"Stevie," she gasped, "I want you so much. Please don't keep me waiting too long."

I swept her into my arms and deposited her on her back on the bed. I stood and looked down at her, taking in her beautiful body as she grinned at me, wriggling enticingly.

"Well, what are you waiting for, Stevie?" she whispered in a voice that left nothing to the imagination. It took me a while to get out of the tux and this was accompanied by some very suggestive comments from the lady on the bed, clearly in no mood for too much delay. I joined her and took her into my arms, feeling her soft warmth all along my body.

I kissed her, running my tongue along her lips, then into her mouth, exploring the moist warmth and the electric responsiveness of her tongue. I broke the kiss and then moved to her ear, working my tongue inside, then down behind her ear and nibbled at the earlobe. Mum gasped and giggled as she enjoyed these unfamiliar but pleasurable sensations. I kissed her again and her mouth was hungry and demanding. Our tongues wrestled and glided together and we both gasped in excitement. I broke the kiss and looked deep into her eyes. 

"Sweetheart," she murmured, "Kiss my tits; bite my nipples and make me scream." 

Not wanting to disappoint her, I did as I was told, and she screamed as predicted.

"First things first, gorgeous; I need to confirm just how wet you really are," and with that, I kissed my way down her stomach until my lips touched her soft bush. 

She gasped, "Oh my god Stevie, what are you ..." and then squealed as my tongue swept across her slit. I stroked my tongue gently but firmly into her wet pussy and was rewarded by moans of pleasure and loud gasps as I rolled my tongue and pushed it deeper into her love tunnel.

She held my head down, seeming to want me to go even deeper, but I replaced my tongue with first one, then two fingers, causing her moans to become deeper and more ragged. Even so, I didn't expect such a rapid reaction to my next journey of exploration. I moved my tongue to the top of her pussy and felt her clit now standing proud from its sheath.

I worked my tongue over and around her love button, and her moans turned into a loud, prolonged scream. Her grip on my head became convulsive, and was accompanied by a flow of juice over my hands and face. Penny's orgasm had been fast and intense, and I moved back up her body and held her close making loving and soothing noises as I stroked her back and arms.

"Oh Stevie, oh my god, Stevie, I've never experienced anything even remotely like that. Oh my darling, it was so .." and here she burst into tears of joy as she covered my face, eyes, ears and mouth with a succession of warm, wet kisses.

"I see," I said, kissing the tip of her nose, "so you thought that wasn't too bad, did you?"

"Stevie McLaren, if you don't come here and take me this minute, I'll ..., I'll ... I'll scratch your eyes out."

"Mmm, no, I need to be able to see your gorgeous body, so let's not delay another second." I looked directly into her eyes and told her, "I want you on top. Straddle me and lower your sweet pussy onto my burning cock." I turned onto my back and pulled her towards me.

"I've never ...," she started, but then quivered and got onto her knees, swinging one leg over me. With some very sexy wriggling, she positioned the entrance to her saturated pussy over my straining cock.

"Stevie, just fill me. Now. Hard. Please don't tease me, I couldn't stand it. I so want to feel you hot and hard inside me. Please don't make me wait any more!"

"Mmm, you sexy piece. Now I can get a perfect view of those beautiful tits. Now, feed my cock into your pussy slowly so you can adjust to my size ... oh my god Penny that feels so good." 

With that, I pushed upward from the bed and at the same time grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto me and I was buried to the hilt in my mother's hot, throbbing cunt. She let go all restraint and her reaction was immediate; a cross between a deep groan of submission and an ear splitting scream. She started moving herself around my cock in a broad circular movement as I continued to thrust into her and then withdraw slowly. I knew that neither of us would last very long, and I reached up and pinched her now completely aroused nipples, then pulled them away from her chest to form elongated cones of flesh. This caused her to scream again, and to sob with desire, her body trembling as her climax drew near.

"Oh Stevie, Stevie, I'm cumming, I'm CUMMING," she screamed. Please, my darling, please cum with me. Please fill me with your seed, please ..."

Her cunt swelled and contracted around my hyper-stimulated cock until this erotic massage caused my own climax to grow at express speed. This was enough for me; the bubbling, boiling frenzy in my balls would no longer be denied, and I erupted into her, shouting my triumph at the top of my voice as she again flooded me with her juices.

She collapsed on top of me, my shrinking cock pulling from her pussy as she rolled onto her back.

I propped on one elbow and looked down at her, her eyes closed and a faint smile on her face. "Penny, you are simply gorgeous and this has been the best day of my life—so far!"

She opened her eyes, a deep eternal blue and looked back at me, her smile spreading to cover her whole face. "Stevie McLaren, you saved my life. You brought me back from despair and allowed me to discover how exciting real love can be. I can never thank you enough for that—but I'm going to do everything I can to show you."

I bent and kissed her, the sweet, gentle kiss of two satiated lovers. The magic surrounded us both and we lay close to each other, happy and content. Then Penny came to an inevitable decision, and with a laugh in her voice, told me, "I don't know about you, darling, but to make tonight perfect—I'm going to sleep!"

I returned the laugh and whispered, "Mmm, sounds great to me, but I don't have the energy to go back to my own bed. Can I sleep with my mummy, please?"

"You'd better, sweetheart; I couldn't bear to be alone," she murmured.

I remembered nothing further until I woke next morning to an empty bed. I could hear Mum in the kitchen, singing to herself—always a sign that she was feeling happy. As once before, I glided into the kitchen and wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled into her neck. This time, her response was quite different. She turned slowly in my arms with a broad grin on her face.

"Well hi, sleepyhead, apart from the incredibly obvious," she teased, stroking a very insistent erection, "what did you have in mind for today?"

"Mmm, yes, but later, you insatiable woman. Can we talk a little first." I replied.

"Okay, honey—toast and coffee?"

"Penny—I can still call you Penny, can't I?"

She laughed and told me, "Of course, but I do want to say something about that. Stevie, I love you so much I feel like I'm going to explode. Even so, can we have a rule that if I'm wearing the torc, then I'm Mum and our relationship is strictly mother and son?"

"Works for me Mu... er, Penny."

She laughed. "Okay, but I can always ask you to take it off!"

I looked directly at her, saying nothing but revelling in my happiness until, continuing her laughter, she asked, "Are you enjoying ogling me?"

"How could I not; I love you too." I replied. "I know I can never replace dad, and I won't ever try. But do you think we can ever find happiness with each other?"

"No," she responded unexpectedly. "Don't put it in the future tense darling. I've already found my happiness, and I suspect you may have, too!"

"Oh yes," I answered, feeling an ecstasy that I'd never experienced before. "Problem is, I don't know how I'm going to be able to keep my hands off you. You're everything I've ever dreamed of in a woman, and the fact that you are my mother adds an extra spice to it."

She walked to where I was sitting and sat on my lap. "I don't care any more about how often you hold me, caress me or love me. I am yours however and whenever you want. Just so long as I know you care—and I don't have any doubt about that at all." So saying, she kissed me, warm, sweet and comprehensive.

I had no answer but to return the kiss in the same way, sealing our future happiness.



Like Father Like Son



Renee tried to turn over but it was impossible. Sandwiched as she was between two hard male bodies. Both of whom were now snoring. Loudly. She shook her head and laughed. How the fuck had she gotten herself into this one? Not only had last night been her first male-female-male ménage a trois but for goodness sake...with her lover and his son. What was she thinking?

It had all began as a joke really. Ever since her own daughter came of age, she had been listening to lovers fantasize about that most taboo of pairings a threesome with a mother and her daughter. So when Stan her latest lover started to harp on the same fantasy that was guaranteed to turn her off, she had had enough. 

She knew that he had a son that was away at university. He complained often enough about the kid calling home for money. So this time instead of bearing months and months of the foolishness before exploding and telling him where he could shove it, she figured that a bit of turn about was fair play. The next time when he started in on the fantasy about her and her look-a-like daughter, she smiled sweetly and pouted, "What about a threesome with your son instead?"

She had honestly thought he would be so disgusted by the idea that he would either break up with her, she would miss the fairly decent sex but no big loss, or he would did as she hoped and shut the fuck up about her little girl as she would always be to her. As a mother, another that even smacked of incest, always made her skin crawl. She simply could not get her head around how something that was a betrayal of some ancient and primal trust could be sexy to anyone. It had been the end of several of her relationships. 

So she had been shocked as shit when Stan actually chuckled and threw down the gauntlet. "You think you could handle two of us?" Instead of turning the man's stomach or forcing him to shut up about her own child, he had switched his fantasy. Suddenly instead of listening to stories of him fucking her adult daughter while she watched, it was him and his son spit firing her between them. 

Most shocking of all...she had not been turned off. She had actually found the fantasy hot. Logically, she knew that all the same taboos that prevented her from getting into any fantasy that involved her child applied equally here. Except this was not her child. It was not she who would be betraying that bond of trust. What's more as sexist as it sounded, there was simply something different about the male father-son bond than the mother-child one. 

So as sick as she told herself it was, she could not help but get a little bit wetter when he started in on the fantasy as he fucked her doggy style. When he had found her staring at a photograph of him and his son taken on the beach somewhere, it suddenly as if by magic got relocated from the hallway to his bedside table...the table that she faced while he fucked her from behind...doggy style. And told her in no uncertain terms of all the naughty things they would do to her. 

But until last night she had thought it was just a kinky, dirty, taboo fantasy. She had never for a single minute thought that he would actually do it. They would do it. She had been surprised to discover that his son was even home from college. In all the months that they had been fucking around, she had never met the kid. On the rare weekends that he did come home, Stan had told her not to bother, they would see one another next weekend. So when she walked in to them laughing and drinking beer on the couch, she had practically swallowed her tongue. 

Then he had introduced her to his son. The young man's eyes had run up and down her body until she shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. But she had sighed with relief when he excused himself, saying he was going out with some friends. The door had no sooner closed than Stan was on her. He used his dominance to force admissions from her. How wet had she gotten when she saw his son? Was he everything she had imagined? Then he had fucked her right there on the couch where his son had been seating...all the while whispering the naughtiest of things into her ear. Still she had thought that would be it. More friendly teasing as she fell asleep in his arms after sex. 

She had awakened though to hands on her tits and between her legs. She had moaned, wondering if her lover had snuck a Viagra...twice in one night. She opened her legs and felt fingers thrust deep inside of her. She had exploded into another powerful orgasm despite the dozens that Stan had given her earlier. 

"Damn, Dad, you're right. This bitch is one hot little cunt," came the voice from between her legs.

Her eyes flew open then. It was hard to see with only the light from the street lamps drifting in through the curtains. It took her a long moment for her eyes to adjust. What she saw frightened, disgusted and excited her. Stan was behind her. His hard cock pressed to her ass. Both his meaty hands were squeezing her tits and pinching her hard nipples. Kneeling between her open thighs was his son. His fingers buried to the hilt inside her spasming cunt. He just smiled at her.

She started to shake her head, fight to get out of Stan's strong arms. "Where you going, baby? You know this is what you want. What has been getting you hotter than a firecracker for months. If just the idea of me and Junior giving it to you good can get you off so hard, imagine what we can actually do to you."

And do they had. All the dirty things that Stan had whispered in her ear...double penetration, spit fired, even him sitting back and masturbating while his son fucked her. They had done it all...and more. Until she thought that she had come so hard she had fainted. She must have...because she had absolutely no idea how she ended up in his bed, sandwiched between father and son. 

She wanted to cry in shame at what she had done. How she had been used. All the dirty things that they said and did. But most of all, how she responded to them. How hard she had come. How much she had come. What was wrong with her? She was disgusting. How could a mother do this? She felt the tears begin to trickle down her cheek. She tried to get up. To sneak away.

Then she felt the tender kiss on her shoulder. "Good morning, lover," he whispered. She looked around to the smile on Stan's face. "That was a hell of a night, sweetheart."

Then she felt the soft kiss to the side of her neck as the hard cocks on both sides of her began the gentle game of tug of war that set her off so easily. "Beat we can make it a better morning, pops," growled the voice at her pulse.

Her breath caught in her throat as hands, tongues and cocks began their gentle and not-so-gentle torment. What was a girl to do after all? Stuck in a father-son sandwich...



Like Father, Like Son



**Everyone in this story is 18 or older** 

***** 

Eva felt a slight sting on her ass as the hot water worked its way down her back, and she could still feel their eyes on her while Daddy used his belt to force her into submission - spanking and whipping her over and over again, laughing at her when she meekly begged for more upon command; his friends laughed with him. Eva was trying to take the opportunity of isolation to cry, wishing her tears would mix with the shower water and be completely forgotten, but she had no tears left to spare and her body felt too exhausted to produce the few that might remain. She let her thoughts escape her as she shampooed her long red hair when she suddenly remembered her older brother was going to be home from college any minute now, and seeing as he already picked on her constantly she forced herself to pull it together quickly. 

She finished her shower in a hurry, dressed in her usual denim cutoffs and camisole that she always wore around the house and rushed around trying to clean up any evidence of last night that might be lying around, only to find that her father had left the house in perfect order. There was no trace of the fabric that he tore from her body; his friends' mostly-empty glasses of scotch and bourbon had been cleared from the den, and the faint smell of cum that lingered in the air last night had disappeared entirely. As she suspected, her parents were gone - a note from Daddy let her know they'd be home in time for dinner, along with a reminder that Zach was coming home for the weekend - and she decided to make a late breakfast as she waited for Sarah's phone call. 

She heard her brother's loud truck coming up the driveway and gave herself some quick, silent reassurance: Okay he has no idea what happened last night and he will never know if you just stay cool, remember what Daddy promised, whores that keep secrets are rewarded. She shook out her hair and adjusted her shorts, pulling them further down on the right side where the fabric always rode up, exposing the very bottom of her tender ass. She knew her brother would mock her for the daisy dukes, and already had comebacks ready about his ridiculous fraternity brothers and how they must love sucking each other off every night. Eva grew more resilient to her brother's taunting with age, but he still knew how to get to her by telling her which of her friends he would fuck or how much pussy he'd gotten at the most recent kegger. 

Even though Eva knew he was always just trying to get a rise out of her she could never keep from feeling jealous for some inexplicable reason and always lashed out at him because of it. The front door swung open and Zach hauled his laundry and a 30 pack of Natty Light into the foyer. Eva got a flash of anxiety as she thought of how Daddy made her crawl across that hardwood to the living room where he fucked her in front of his friends and she quickly managed to shake herself back into the present moment as her brother came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her. He smelled of freshly cut grass and chewing tobacco, and his jet black hair was longer than she remembered it being at Christmas. 

"It's good to see you, kid," Zach said, as Eva remained wrapped in his arms. He noticed she had filled out a little and that her denim cutoffs seemed tighter in the ass. "Look at you, growing up on me, who told you you're allowed to do that?" Eva was blushing and managed to wiggle out of his hug, realizing her shorts had ridden up in the meantime. Zach took notice of this and wondered how his little sister could have possibly matured so much in the short four months he'd been gone - it was almost like he was seeing her from a new perspective. Had her hair always been so red? Had her ass always been so round? He opened his beer and shook the thoughts from his head as he managed to keep up some small talk with her about school and the families' plans for the night. Eva told him that their dad had left a note, and their parents would be back by dinner. Just as Eva was about to ask Zach to join her at the pool, the phone rang. 

"Shit, that's probably Sarah," Eva spoke absentmindedly as if her brother wasn't there, and as she made her way across the kitchen to the receiver Zach noticed how her perky breasts bounced with her steps. He could feel himself starting to get hard and felt like a moron. This wasn't like the porn he loved so much where girls were submissive whores and would fuck you if you made sure to be dominant. He took another swig of his beer and tried to concentrate on something else. His dad used to tell him to name the starting lineup of a professional team of his choice whenever he needed to clear his mind so he began naming the Red Sox new spring roster to himself as his sister chatted with her best friend. He noticed her shifting from one long leg to the other as she listened to Sarah go on and on, and Zach guessed the one-sided conversation was probably about a boy. He found himself wondering what boys, if any, Sarah had been hanging out with and if she had let them get what every guy that age (shit, what every guy at any age) wanted. His sister had been a virgin when he left for school, or so he imagined she had been as he'd never seen a guy around the house for longer than ten minutes, and with such a strict father he doubted she was sneaking off to see anyone. Why do I care if she's a virgin? He struggled with that thought as she hung up the phone. 

"Sorry," Eva scoffed as she rolled her eyes in his direction, "Sarah can seriously talk to a wall, especially if it's about Dylan." Eva walked past her brother, taking in his scent that lingered in the air and called back to him as she walked up the stairs, "I'm going to hit the pool for a little bit if you want to join. Feel free to bring that beer out, too," and closed the door behind her as she disappeared into her room. He cracked open another beer and found his way to his favorite spot in the living room - a plush, leather chair that was perfectly positioned between the big-screen television that was the focal point of the room, and the mini fridge his dad had convinced his mom to let them keep in there. He made himself comfortable and let his thoughts drift aimlessly from homework he had to do, to the hot brunette he noticed for the first time in class the day before coming home. With another big swig of his cheap beer, he found the clicker between the seat cushions. 

As Zach flipped through channels until he found ESPN, he found himself wondering once again if Eva was a virgin, and he had no idea why he was suddenly so fixated on that. An attractive blond anchor was talking about March Madness and which schools were favored to win - with another swig of beer Zach changed the channel to ESPN 3 where models for the new spring edition of Sports Illustrated were being featured. Zach watched all the girls playing around on some beach with each other; their asses and tits bounced about and the girls seemed in sync. Zach's mouth fell open a bit when a voluptuous blond with a perfect ass said something about her exercise routine, and reflexively he reached down to pull out his cock. Quickly remembering that he was in his parents' house with his little sister upstairs, he stopped himself and decided to go see how much longer Eva was going to take before they could head down the street to their neighborhood pool. 

He could hear music playing as he walked up the stairs and figured she probably wouldn't be able to hear him above whatever God-awful station on Pandora she had decided to play. He knocked on the door, putting a good bit of force behind it so she could hear him which he soon realized was a useless effort, and as he opened the door he ran straight into Eva who, unbeknownst to Zach, was going to lock the door at the same time he decided to open it. She was naked and flustered as his arms involuntarily wrapped around her. He looked down at his little sister, exposed and confused in his arms, and found he was getting hard. She was trying to wiggle her way out of his arms the way she had during their first embrace since his arrival, but this time he didn't want to let her go. Some kind of instinct set in from when they were much younger, and he started tickling Eva, letting his fingers trace over her ribs and hips as she clung to her breasts with one hand and tried to cover up her pussy with the other. 

"Zaaaaach," she squealed through laughter mixed with agonized moans, "Zach, stop it!" Eva began to thrash a bit as he tightened his hold around her petite frame and got rougher with his taunting, digging deeper into her ribs and causing her to fight a little harder against his teasing. His cock was rock hard now and he figured she had to have felt it at some point in her useless attempt to escape his grasp around her. He laughed at her pleas as she continued to squeal and cry out, her body reacting to each and every motion he made with his long fingers. She felt as if they were kids again, wrestling to see who got to pick the movie they'd watch or who got the car piece in Monopoly on family game night - but this was obviously different. She could feel her pulse in her ears as her naked body reacted to him without her consent. She could still taste her Daddy's cum in her mouth from the night before...was this some kind of joke? Had Daddy told Zach to taunt her like this as some kind of test? Eva was beginning to panic as the nostalgic feeling faded and a new one appeared - the feeling that her brother wanted to fuck her. 

"Zach, seriously," Eva managed through involuntary laughter, "Get off of me!" She tried pushing her muscular brother away, but at 6'3" he towered over her and she was still so worn out from Daddy using her as a fuck toy the night before she barely had the energy to even try to fight him off. "Pleaaaase," she whimpered through more distressed involuntary laughter and she felt his rock hard cock brush against her torso. Fuck, she thought, how the fuck am I going to get out of here? She tried elbowing him in the gut, but her frail elbows did little to throw him off, and he laughed at her efforts. He stopped abruptly when he saw the bruises on her hips. 

"What are all those from?" Zach asked running his fingers over the contusions and briefly pausing his tormenting to examine his sister's body. Eva winced a little bit and tried to back away and out of his grip once again. 

"They're nothing...I...I don't know how they got there," Eva whimpered and she could feel tears forming behind her eyes as she remembered the humiliation her father had forced her to endure not even 24 hours prior. 

"You always were a horrible liar, kid," Zach said with a kind tone, "Seriously, tell me how you got those," Eva remained silent and just shook her head back and forth, still trying to back away from him, but she felt so tired. He began to tickle her again but with more force. 

"Zaaccch, please stop! That hurts!!" Eva was so close to crying her eyes stung and her body trembled, but she couldn't get out of his strong grip, his arms had gotten so much bigger since she'd last seen him. 

"I will stop if you tell me why your hips are bruised like that," Zach dug a little deeper into her ribs. 

"From a boy!" Eva squealed at the top of her lungs as she fell to the floor, hands still strategically clutched against her body in an attempt to cover up. Her brother, now standing over her, made her feel small and helpless, and as he knelt down next to her he noticed her right nipple was exposed. He picked her up and told her to go into the bathroom. She protested a little but she knew he would just carry her in there if she didn't listen. She walked through the small hall that led from her bedroom to the bathroom they shared as kids, and the steam from her shower hadn't cleared yet. She still had one hand on her pussy and her other over her small, perky breasts but her efforts were futile because her brother was walking right behind her with her ass completely exposed. She felt so embarrassed, and still so confused about what was going on. She couldn't see herself in the foggy mirror as the door closed behind them but as her brother bent her over the counter she knew she looked like a whore, the same way she had for Daddy and his friends last night. 

"I'll ask you one more time, kid, where did those bruises come from?" Zach stared at her with such intensity as he waited for an answer but expected another lie. Sarah remained silent, tears welled up behind her eyes and Zach felt momentary guilt for tormenting her, but he wanted an honest answer and she didn't seem willing to give him one. He felt protective over her but he also felt this new draw to her, and he had no idea how to rationalize the jealousy he felt at the thought of a boy giving her those marks. He wanted her to give him the truth; he needed to hear it. He bent over her, forced his arm under hers and found one of her nipples. He pinched it hard and reveled in his sister's embarrassment. 

Tears ran down her cheeks now as he repeated the same pinching and added a twisting motion causing Eva to cry out again in pain the same way she had when Daddy spanked her. 

"I can't tell you!" Eva wailed, and the loud music in her room was no longer covering up the volume of her pleas. Zach was getting frustrated and was quickly losing his patience as his third beer set in and his blood filled his cock more as he twisted her nipple again. She felt so small in his arms and he could feel some heat coming from between her legs. He couldn't help himself as he reached down with his other hand and felt his sisters' clit, soaked and swollen. She was in so much pain from last night, Daddy had eaten her roughly for what seemed like hours and he had been merciless with his cock. She could feel her pulse in her clit as her brother's fingers traced around it. Her hips moved without her telling them to, and she was trying so hard to resist what her body was naturally reacting to. 

"Zach please don't do this," Eva begged through tears, but her hips moved again and her ass rested on his hips. She could feel his hard cock between her legs. Her feet were barely touching the ground, and some of the steam on the mirror had cleared so that she could see her brother standing over her. She found herself admiring his sculpted jaw, his angular cheeks, the luscious hair that covered his forehead...he was handsome. Eva fiercely shook her head trying to clear it of those ridiculous thoughts. Besides, Daddy would not be happy with her at all if he ever found out she had been a whore for her brother when she had so adamantly promised him last night on all fours that she would only be his whore. Eva's hips bucked again involuntarily as her brother played with her clit, shifting his hand back and forth in a perfect rhythm that made Eva feel weak in the knees. 

No stop. Daddy will seriously kill you, Eva tried uselessly to get away from her brother once more but he had her cornered and she knew there was no point. She couldn't help but moan a little as her body began to relax in Zach's arms. She leaned her head back and rested it on him as her hips grinded against him. The music still blared in her room and she quickly realized that if their parents came home early for whatever reason...she pushed it out of her head. Her parents always spent Saturdays at the club. Daddy was probably still out playing golf with his bourbon loving, cigar smoking friends and mom was probably drinking mimosas with her friends by the pool. She moaned loudly again and Zach bit into her neck. She could feel him getting a little rougher with his movements and he let out some kind of low growl she had never heard from him before. 

Neither of them heard the SUV pull into the driveway, or their father returning to the house in a slightly tipsy, aggravated state because his wife hadn't brought her bathing suit and demanded he go get it for her so she could lay out with the girls. As he walked into the kitchen and saw the empty beer cans on the counter he grew even more agitated. I pay for him to attend that fucking overpriced university and he can't even throw away beer cans. He found one of his craft beers in the fridge and chugged it down quickly. The cold carbonation felt so refreshing and he suddenly tasted his daughter's pussy - everything still lingered on him from the night before. He could still hear her moans, feel her pussy clench around his cock as she came for him; she had been such a good little whore for Daddy and his friends loved every second of it. He felt a little better knowing he could have her anytime he wanted, and as the tension began to leave his body he heard a familiar sound - his daughter was upstairs cumming. That little slut, didn't she get enough last night? He walked upstairs and the horrible music she loved so much met his ears. God why does she listen to this shit? It all sounds like the same God-awful noise - 

His thoughts were cut off as he entered her bedroom and heard her cry out once more. He walked toward the closed bathroom door and her moans grew nearer. He thought perhaps she was crying in the shower - the hot water hitting all the marks he left on her was probably painful for his little slut - as the door swung open he found his son bent over his little girl; he was making her cum. He could see her face in the mirror and saw the tears, but he also saw the pleasure seeping from her body. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her hips grinded into her brother, and her father saw his son's hand, soaked with her juices and cum, working its way in and out of her pussy. She had been instructed very clearly to be his whore unless instructed otherwise and as he watched his little girl cum for her brother he was enraged. 

"Ahem," he cleared his throat loudly so they would hear him over the music, and they both froze. Eva bowed her head in shame as she felt her father's eyes on her. Zach turned around in a somewhat protective stance, trying to block his sister from their father, but it was no use and Zach was pushed to the side as his father took his place behind Eva. 

"I see she's already cum for you," Pete said, and his son look bewildered. 

"Uhh...yeah she has," Zach couldn't look at his dad. He kept his head down but remained hard. He could smell his sister's cum all over him. 

Eva cried out as their father struck her on the ass. He repeated the punishment and grabbed her hair with his free hand. Eva was so sore, her ass was still so raw; she seriously could not take his punishment. She was so tired of crying. He spanked her again. 

"You're lucky I'm not using the belt on you, you fucking slut," and Zach could not believe what was going on. Was his dad in the same daze he'd been earlier? Did they both have some kind of biological need to fuck her? He could not figure any of that out, he just remained hard and frozen. 

"Tell me you're sorry," Pete demanded as he spanked his daughter again. Her ass was so red and swollen from last night and it made him feel pride; he had raised her to be such a good little girl. She always wanted to please him and he had used that to his advantage, and God she was good at it. But she had promised him last night that she would submit to him and only him unless she was told otherwise. He hadn't even been gone 8 hours and she was already cumming for someone else. 

"So your brother knows how to make you into a little whore, too, huh?" Eva responded with a small whimper and Pete shifted his gaze toward his son. 

"Oh, you didn't think she learned to cum like that on her own, did you? No, I've been training her to be a good slut. It looks like she forgot some of the rules though," Pete sneered as he roughly pulled her hair, forcing her head back so she had to look at his reflection. Zach was completely shocked as he watched his dad get on his knees and eat his sister. He watched as her legs reflexively found their way to his shoulders and she moaned for their father in a way Zach hadn't heard her moan yet. The look in her eyes was undeniable; his sister had become a plaything for their dad, and he could tell she loved every second of it. 




Like Father, Like Son



Pete rose to his feet and placed his hand on Eva's hips right where the bruises were, and that's when Zach connected the dots. The fresh bruises weren't from some boy a school, their father had fucked her, and he hadn't been gentle. Zach didn't know what to say, but he couldn't take his eyes off of his sister being handled by their dad. His father picked Eva up with ease and placed her back down as he bent her over, positioning her mouth so that it was hovering over Zach's cock and her ass so that it was right against his hips and cock. 

"Now, show your brother what a good whore you've become," and without any questions asked or protests Eva wrapped her mouth around Zach's pulsing cock as he let out a loud moan. He couldn't help but think her mouth was so perfect as her lips moved around the head and then down the shaft, her warm mouth acting as a vacuum just like Daddy had taught her. Zach thrust forward and he hit the back of her throat, causing her to wince because Daddy had been so brutal last night and her throat was still on fire. 

"Good little girls don't wince when they're performing their duties," daddy reminded Eva and she did her best to take all of her brother in her mouth, his cock filling her throat and his balls hitting her chin. Tears streaked her cheeks as her Daddy grabbed her hair at the base of her skull and held her head still while Zach continued thrusting in and out of her throat. She attempted to get down on her knees but Daddy wouldn't let her and he held her hips up, keeping her pussy exposed to him and her ass easily accessible. He noticed she was soaking wet and began to play with himself. 

"You're such a good girl, sweetie, I bet your brother would agree with me," and Zach let out a loud moan in agreement. Eva felt ashamed and completely slutty, but she also felt a sense of pride for having pleased Daddy with her improved skills and willingness to submit. 

"I bet you want to cum for your Daddy, don't you" Pete was hard for his baby girl and knew she needed to be fucked, and to be reminded of what she was born to do. Eva let out a whimper as she felt the head of her father's cock against her clit. She was soaked and could tell that juices were dripping down her legs as Daddy teased her. Zach began playing with her nipples as she waited for Daddy, but she also made sure to keep up with Zach's tempo as his cock became increasingly comfortable in her mouth. Daddy continued teasing her, but he intended to make her confess before fucking her. 

"Eva, you know why I had to punish you, right?" He spanked her one more time. 

She removed her brother's cock from her mouth, and with a meek voice replied, "Yes, Daddy, because I promised to be your whore and only yours unless told otherwise." 

"And what were you doing when I got home?" 

Eva bowed her head but her father yanked it back, pulling so hard on her hair he was certain he pulled some out, "Look at your brother while you answer me." 

"I was cumming for him, Daddy, I'm sorry," Eva cried and Zach wanted to cum for her so badly. He wanted to fill her mouth with his cum and watch her struggle to swallow all of it. 

"You're not sorry yet," and with that he forced his cock into her knowing that his aggression would remind her of where she belonged. Eva cried out in pleasure in pain and continued looking into her brother's eyes as her father pulled her hair harder. 

"Now put your brother's cock in your mouth like a good little whore," and she felt Daddy begin to play with her clit, causing her hips to grind into him and push his cock deeper into her sore, tight pussy. 

She wrapped her mouth around Zach's cock, which muffled her cries and moans, and the vibration from her noises vibrated through his cock. He tilted his head back in pleasure and pushed his hips forward, forcing his cock even deeper into her throat. Daddy was getting rougher, but she felt herself close to cumming as his fingers continued tracing her clit. Zach's cock was pulsing in her throat and she wondered how she was going to swallow all of his cum. She had never been very good at that despite Daddy having forced her to swallow his cum on multiple occasions. The two men pumped in and out of her and she felt so loved, wanted, and proud that she seemed to be doing a good job. 

She felt something warm fill her throat and realized her brother was cumming. She tried to relax and let him fill her mouth with everything he had to offer her, and he let out loud, forceful moans as he came and came. She felt like he would never stop cumming, but his body eventually relaxed and he pulled his cock out of her mouth. She had swallowed more than she thought she'd be able to but some still dripped out of her mouth onto the floor. 

"Baby girl, you did so well," Daddy cooed, followed by a hard spank on the ass, "But you didn't swallow all of it like a good whore would," and with that he bent her over and pushed her head down onto the floor. 

"Clean up your brother's cum while I fill you with my seed," and he started fucking her with so much force she had to use her hands to steady herself by holding onto Zach's ankles. Her mouth hovered right above cum she had let leak from her mouth and she could feel Daddy's cock getting firmer as he neared his orgasm. She closed her eyes and lowered her mouth to the floor, licking and sucking at the tile until all of her brother's cum was gone. He laughed a little as he watched his sister be used, just the way he had always wanted her to be. He listened to their father moan loudly, with the same low growl Zach usually let out when he was cumming and Eva moaned with him. 

Pete was satisfied. His little girl had become quite obedient in such few sessions with him, and he grinned as he contemplated what he would make her do next. He was glad to have the kids at home; he knew it was going to be a fun weekend.



Like Father Like son



A story of two men, father and son, who made a choice. Their wives had been unfaithful but how did they react? The father is Howard Chase and the son is Ben Chase. This is their story.

Thanks to April Love for her editing skills.

Ben Chase

I've been sitting at this bar for about 3 hours now and I still have no idea of what I am going to do. I had hoped that a couple of stiff drinks would give me some wisdom but all it had done was give me a headache, and when I closed my eyes I could still see the scene that sent me running from the house: her on her knees with him pumping his cock into her from behind. I ran from the house, got into my car and drove like a madman for two days, stopping and sleeping in my car when I was tired, eating crap from the convenience stores where I stopped for gas, then driving some more until I finally ran out of steam, slowing when I came to this place, wherever in the hell it was. 

It was early in the morning but I needed a place to crash so I just drove through town until I saw this bar with it's flashing neon lights telling me it was a 'traveler's oasis'. I decided that if I could get seriously drunk the pain would go away, but I was a shitty drinker: always had been. I think that was my grandmother's fault. She used to take a switch to me when she caught me drinking beer with the other kids. But shit, that was almost 20 years ago. 

I was deliberating on the most serious subject I could handle, whether to order another shot with a chaser or find a quiet room where I could end it all, when an older gentleman slipped onto the stool next to me and quietly asked if he could buy me a drink. Well, the first thing I did was give him the eagle eye to be sure he knew I wasn't one of those fancy boys. He saw the look and just smiled. Told me not to worry.

Bill Austin

As was usual for me, I had my first beer at just past 10:00 in the morning. I had been keeping to this routine three times a week for the past year, ever since Mary, my wife, died. I don't know why I come here. I never get drunk. Matter of fact, I've never been drunk in my life. I just like it here and I can watch some of the most interesting people this way. I don't have to be responsible for them now so I can just watch and imagine their problems and their lives without having to think of how to help them. 

For example, there was only one other person in here this time of morning and he was sitting at the bar drinking straight whiskey with beer chasers, a sure sign of a man with a big time problem. I had been watching him since he came in. He truly looked lost and in some kind of pain. Probably a woman, most likely. That was the most common affliction that hit men of his age. But for some reason, this particular man touched something in me and I felt the vague stirring of interest. That in itself was unusual since I had stopped giving a damn about much of anything since Mary went away. On a whim, I moved to the stool next to him and offered to buy him a drink. I wanted to hear his voice and maybe get him talking.

I guess I was staring since the man noticed my gaze and took it wrong. It appeared he thought I was gay. Damn! That was a real hoot! I thought I had better set him straight.

"Rest easy boy. I've been sittin' right over there in that booth and noticed you seem to be a man with a big problem. I've got nothing but time on my hands now that I'm retired and widowed. Just wanted to buy you a drink and ask if you wanted a friendly ear."

Ben Chase

I gave him the once over and relaxed. He seemed to be just what he said he was. At least, I was willing to take a free drink and trust that he was old enough that I could flatten him if he made a pass. And anyway, I did want to talk. 

"Wouldn't mind a drink and a friendly ear. Sure you want to hear my sad tale of woe?"

"I've got nothing better to do and I hate drinking alone. Let's go to my booth where it's quieter. I hate to shout."

Well, since we were the only two people in the bar at that particular time, I didn't plan on doing much shouting since it was so quiet you could hear the clock behind the bar ticking. But what the hell, I'd humor the old shit.

We went back to his booth and I sat across from him with a double shot and a Bud chaser. I put both in front of me and looked at the old dude.

"My name's Ben Chase. I'm from Chester, Pa, a couple of days from here. And by the way, where in hell am I?"

He just laughed and told me.

"Well Ben, you happen to find yourself in a nice place called Dayton, Indiana. Seems like you just followed I-70 west and it brought you right here. Glad to meet you Ben. I'm Bill Austin and I live just a block from here. Lived here all my life. My wife Alice died about a year ago and left me with a broken heart and a lot of wonderful memories. But, enough about me. What's your story?"

Fair enough. I wanted to talk and Bill seemed to be more than willing to let me tell him chapter and verse if I so wanted. Well, I did. I had to tell someone.

"First Bill, I have to give you some background on why I'm here. If I just told you I found out that my wife cheated on me, that wouldn't be such a big deal and you'd think I was some kind of wimp, running away like I did but there's more to it than that. I'll just start and you just sort of jump in if I say something you don't understand. OK?"

"Sounds good to me. You just tell it in your own way and with your own words. I'll just try to let you tell it without interruptin'."

So, I took the double and downed it in one quick gulp and followed it with a swallow of Bud and began my story. 

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"I was raised in a loving home by my father and mother. We lived in Weirton, West Virginia and my daddy, Howard Chase worked in the steel mill there. He worked in the rolling mill and he was on shift work as a shift supervisor. Made good money for the time and was always dependable and did a job for his pay. He had learned self discipline in the county system, growing up as an orphan. He didn't know how he got there and no one seemed to have any information for him about his natural parents. But since he went into the system late, being almost seven at the time, he was never adopted. He stayed in the system till he was eighteen and then they let him out with twenty dollars and a cardboard suitcase with everything he owned.

He found a job in the steel mills around there and he worked as many shifts as he could. Once he had been there for ninety days, he joined the union and became a full fledged mill worker. He made good money for the times and got himself a car and found an apartment that he could rent. He continued to work and bid on all the jobs that were a higher level than he had at the time. Shift work didn't bother him so he often got a good job because no one else with more seniority wanted it on the off shifts. Things seemed to be good.

My daddy met my mother, Pauline, on the job and they dated for two years before he finally proposed to her. They were married and daddy used some of his savings to buy them a small two bedroom home away from the smoke of the mill and sort of out a ways. Mom loved the place and always seemed to be content with what they had. I remember her telling me as I was growing up that it was a home that I could be proud of. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Mom and dad waited for a couple of years before having me. I was born three years after they were married and mom was able to take off work when she was about six months along. She spent the time getting the second bedroom cleared out and fixed up for my arrival. She was happy and so was daddy. At least that's what grandma told me later. I just remember the ceiling of that room when I was old enough to see things. It was sky blue with little while clouds painted on. There was a light covered by a globe that made it look like the sun. I remember that ceiling all the time. I loved that ceiling. It made me feel safe and secure. Still does when I think about it.

Anyway, I was raised in that house. Mom stayed home with me for the first five years of my life. I remember her fairly well. She had pale skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. She was small, I remember that. She carried me on her hip most of the time and she was always taking me places: the grocery store, shopping, church, and sometimes to the park where they had swings and see-saws and sand boxes. I loved the sliding board when she would wait at the bottom for me to slide down to her waiting arms. 

When I started school, mom decided to go back to work. I think daddy asked her to stay home but she wanted to get out of the house and do something. She finally took a part time job in a doctor's office nearby. She walked to work so it had to be close. But even with her working, she was home every day when I got out of school and she was always part of our dinner in the evenings. We made it a point to get together at dinner, one of her rules. Even as I grew older and became involved in sports, activities with other kids and things that all kids do, I knew that I had to be home for dinner. 

When I was eight, I came home for dinner one evening and found mom and dad just sitting at the kitchen table. I looked around but didn't see dinner ready. When I asked mom what was wrong, she just looked at me with tears in her eyes and told me that she hadn't been able to fix dinner that night. She got up and fixed dad and me something to eat but she didn't sit down with us. Instead, she went off to bed and didn't come back that evening. When I asked dad what was wrong, he wouldn't tell me anything. He just said that it was grownup things, but I remember he was crying too." 

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"Say, could we get some coffee over here? Telling this story is hard enough. I don't need to be drunk to tell it any better."

"Go ahead with your story. I'll get the waiter over here with some of that swill they call coffee. Go ahead. This is a damn good story."

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"All that week, things were different around the house. Mom and dad hardly spoke to each other and our dinners were quiet and strained affairs. I remember now that it was clear that dad was angry at mom and mom was trying very hard to talk to dad but he refused to answer her most of the time. I hated it but I was too young to understand what was happening. I never did know until much later when grandma Pearl told me. All I knew at the time was that mom was always crying and dad was working more and more at the mill. After a few weeks, dad stopped coming home for dinner and it was just mom and me. She was so quiet that I was afraid she was getting sick but when I asked her, she just said that she was sad. She tried to be strong but she wasn't able to fool me. 

Nothing much changed for us for the next few weeks but I saw my dad get more and more quiet and mom got more and more sad. I didn't understand but I knew it was bad. I knew something was seriously wrong when dad began sleeping in the little room we had just off the entryway. It wasn't much bigger than a closet but mom always referred to it as our parlor. We never used it and dad always intended to open it up and make the living room bigger. Now, he set up a cot in there and began sleeping there. 

I came home from school one afternoon to find cars and people everywhere and some policemen in the house. I ran inside to see what was wrong but grandma was there and she grabbed me as I tried to get past her to find my mom. She held me tight and wouldn't let me go. I started to cry and twist to get loose but she finally made me stop and face her. I stopped struggling and asked her what was wrong.

"Grandma, what's wrong? Where's mommy and daddy? Is something wrong with mommy?"

"No boy. Your mother's fine. It's your daddy. He's had a terrible accident. He's gone boy. He's gone and he's not coming back."

"No! No, that's not true. My dad wouldn't go away without me. It's not true."

Grandma held me tight against her bosom and rocked me over and over till I calmed down. She finally let me loose and took me in to see my mother. She was sitting in the living room, her arms clamped around her knees and her head down so that I could only see the top of her head. She was very still and just swaying forward and back, forward and back. I ran to her and tried to put my arms around her but she hardly recognized me. I called her but she didn't answer. The policemen were walking through the house and poking into everything but mom didn't say anything to stop them. I was getting scared but grandma came and got me and pulled me away. She took me back to the kitchen and made me sit down. I wanted to get up and run to the parlor where dad was sleeping but the police had the hallway blocked and anyway, grandma wouldn't let me go.

It must have been hours that the police were there and mom was in the living room talking to them. I couldn't hear them but I didn't care. All I wanted was for them to leave our house and have her tell me about dad. What happened and why did he have to go away? What kind of accident did he have? What happened? I was panicked and afraid and my heart was broken. I wanted to cry but I couldn't, since I didn't know what I was crying for. 

It was three days later when mom came to grandma's house to pick me up. I had gone home with grandma that day and she kept me with her. I didn't even go to school for those three days and I knew then that something serious had happened. I never got to stay home from school. But when mom came to the house, she seemed to be better and she even smiled at me when I ran to her. She held me in her arms and pressed her cheek against my hair and just held me. I clung to her as well. She took me in to see grandma and told her that it was time I came home. Grandma just shook her head in agreement and we went back to our house.

The first thing I noticed was that dad wasn't there. His jacket was not on the hook and his lunchbox was gone. His work shoes were not in the entranceway where he kept them and there was no change of clothes on the hook for when he came home. I walked down to the parlor and looked for his cot and stuff but nothing was there. I knew then that dad was gone. I asked mom about it but all she said was that dad had gone to a better place and that I should keep him in my prayers. She wouldn't say more then. But it was clear after that dad was gone for good. 

Remember I was eight at the time and I had no idea of what happened but I found out less than a year later when one of my friends at school spilled the beans. He told me that my dad had killed himself one night at home. He said that dad had taken his shotgun and blown his head clean off right in the bathroom of our house. He said that my mother had found him and called the police. That was the day I came home from school to find all the cops there. That's what happened then.

When I asked my mom that night, she didn't say anything for a while but finally took both my hands in hers and told me the truth. It was true that dad had killed himself. She told me as little about it as possible but she said that it was true and that she had come home to find him there. She was sorry that it took her so long to tell me but she wanted to be sure she had the right words for me. She wanted me to know that he was a very good man but that things had become too much for him to handle and he thought that this was the only way he could deal with it. I told her that the minister at church always told us it was a sin to kill yourself but mom got angry and said that dad would be forgiven. He was a good man and he took what he thought was the only way for him. 

From that day on, mom was always at home with me. She didn't go back to work and she stayed in the house almost all the time. I never saw her go out except to get groceries or to take me to places I needed to go. She quit the church and her job and she never invited people over to the house anymore. She was quiet and withdrawn but she was never cross with me. She made sure that I did my school work and that I was always prepared for my tests and such. But I noticed that she was becoming more and more sad as the days went by. It had been almost a year since dad died when she told me she wanted me to stay with grandma for a while. She said that she had something to take care of and that I would be OK with her. I didn't want to go but I finally had no choice. Grandma picked me up on a Friday night and I stayed with her that weekend. 

Monday I expected mom to pick me up for school but she never came. When I asked grandma, she said she would take me home instead and we would see what mom was up to. We finished breakfast and I helped her clean the table so that we could go. We drove home and grandma pulled into the drive. I jumped out before she could get the car stopped and ran into the house. 

I smelled something funny as soon as I opened the door but I didn't recognize the smell. I called for mom but I got no answer. I ran down the hall to her room and looked in. She was on the bed, I thought asleep, but when I tried to wake her, she didn't stir. I reached over to grab her arm and jerked my hand back when I felt how cold she was. I moved closer to her face and saw immediately that it was very pale and cold. I looked down at my hand and saw the smear of red. Suddenly I knew! She was dead! I then saw the blood on the floor and on the bed. She had slit her wrists and bled to death. I remember screaming for grandma and then nothing else.

It was almost a week before I was well enough to go home with grandma. The doctors said that I suffered a traumatic episode whatever that was. I was a kid and I found my mother dead. What the hell do you call that and why was everyone surprised that I zoned out for awhile? Well, I did. But afterwards, I went home with grandma and thought about my parents as little as I could until I had pretty much put them in the back of my mind. I was on my own. They both left me and didn't care about me. They just went away. Anyway, grandma was a real pusher and she made sure I had little free time to brood or mope around. She raised me from then on and I pretty much turned out OK.

On my 18th birthday, grandma bought me an old car that she told me I could fix up and drive around. We didn't have much between us but this was much more than I had hoped for. I told her it was the best present in the whole world and to me, it really was. She let me fuss with it until late that night before calling me in. After I washed up and came down to watch TV until bed time, grandma told me she had something else for me. I perked up right away, expecting another gift, but instead she handed me a letter.

"That's a letter from your mother, boy. She left it when she did away with herself. It's addressed to you. Said to give it to you on your 18th birthday. That's today. I wasn't sure whether to give it to you or not, but it was her wish so I'm givin it to you."

I remember thinking that I didn't want this stupid letter. I had my new car and my grandma had given it to me. Mom didn't. Mom wasn't even there so why would I care. It made me a little mad.

"You've had this all these years? Why'd you wait? She's dead cause she didn't care enough about me to stay and try to raise me. She left that to you so why the hell did you care what she wanted?"

"Have respect for your dead mother boy. She was my daughter and I knew her best. You don't know nothing. She and your dad did what they did for their own reasons. It's not up to you or me to judge them. God will do that. Now, do you want this letter or not? It's up to you."

Well of course I took it. It was from her and I wanted to know what she had to tell me. She couldn't tell me then so I guess she figured time would make it easier on me? I didn't know. Anyway, I took it and put it in my room in a drawer under my socks. I didn't open it right away. It took me the better part of a week before I got up the nerve. Grandma never asked me about it and I didn't mention it again. Well, anyway I finally opened it and read it. But rather than telling you what it said, I'll let you read it for yourself.




Like Father Like son



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With that, I got out my folded copy of the letter and smoothed it out onto the table top. I was careful not to tear it as it was pretty dog-eared and wrinkled. But it was readable. I stared at it for a minute before I pushed it over to Mr. Austin to read for himself. This is what it said.

My dearest Ben,

If your grandma did as I asked, when you read this, you will be a man grown. I know you believe I left you alone and that I didn't care about you. I swear to you that's not true and I can only hope that you will understand after reading what I have to tell you. You were too young to understand at the time. 

I loved your father with all my heart but I did something that hurt him very much. You know that I worked at a doctor's office where I met many people. There was one sweet gentleman that was very sick and the doctor told him he had only a short time to live. I became friends with him when he came to see the doctor and we talked about our lives and our families while he waited. I told him about my wonderful family, about you and your father, but he had no one. His wife had died, he had no children and he was alone. I felt sorry for him.

One day he asked me to have lunch with him and I agreed, thinking that as a friend it would be all right. We went to lunch but things became complicated and I ended up going to his home and sleeping with him. That was a terrible thing to do but at the time I was only thinking of it as a way to make his last days more pleasant. He was in such pain. Your father and I loved each other and I thought that what I had done would not affect my life with him. 

The man was grateful but wanted to continue to see me. At first I refused, thinking of the guilt I felt having been unfaithful to your father. But eventually, seeing the pain he was in, and the small pleasure I gave him, I agreed and we continued to see and sleep with each other. I swear to you that I was only trying to make his last days more bearable and more pleasant. I had no feelings for him other than friendship. I never saw what I was doing as being unfaithful to your father, but I felt so bad about what I had done that I finally told your father the truth. That was the day our lives changed forever.

I pleaded with Howard to forgive me and tried to explain why I had done this thing but he wouldn't listen. We fought and he became distant and pushed me away. I knew that trust was something very important to your father but I never saw what I did as being a matter of trust. That's why I finally told him. I couldn't live with keeping secrets from him. Your father however saw it as much more. I was devastated but I never truly understood the depth of his pain. I had hurt him terribly but I didn't see it at the time. I was too concerned with my own guilt and my fear of losing him and my wonderful family. I worried only about myself. I let him down in so many ways. But we were still together and he never asked me to leave so I hoped that things would get better if I just waited and dedicated myself to making him happy. 

The day that I went to find the latest on my friend was the day your father shot himself. I found out later that he knew where I was going even though I never told him. I was only trying to find out if my friend was still alive but your father didn't understand. He saw that as the final betrayal and he took his own life. 

He left a note to me but I destroyed it before the police came. It was so cruel and accusing and I deserved everything he said but I couldn't stand to see those hateful words so I destroyed it. He died never having forgiven me. I tried to live with the guilt of what I did to him and what it forced him to do but I couldn't go on any longer. The pain that he felt was now mine and I can't live with the burden of it. Just as with your father, it continues to grow inside me until I fear it will devour me. 

I have tried to live in spite of the pain and be a good mother for you but the pain won't let me alone. It has grown on its own until it is all I can feel. I plan to take my own life now. I hope and pray that God will forgive me and that I will be given the opportunity in that next life to apologize to Howard. 

I am sorry not to see you grow and prosper but I know that I can't be a good mother to you any longer. The pain is too intense and I fear it will destroy you as well if I continue to live with it. Your grandmother will provide for you and give you a good home. This is all I have left to give you.

Please try to forgive me,

Your Loving Mother, Pauline

Bill finished the letter with a tear in his eye. I knew the feeling. I had cried many times when I read that letter. I don't know to this day whether I forgave her but I didn't hate her any longer. Actually, I didn't hate either of them. They deserted me because of their own pain, forgetting the pain that I would be left with. But, they were my parents and I loved them in spite of their failings. 

But on with the story.

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"Well, after I read the letter, I finally understood what had happened to my mother and father. It was tragic but it at least made sense to me now. At the time, mom was right: I wouldn't have understood. Now as I read the letter again I understood why they had done what they did but I still couldn't forgive them for leaving me behind. Those feelings might fade but not yet. But now, I was eighteen and on my own and I used the trust fund mom and dad had set up for me years ago to go to college. I finally graduated with a degree in Chemical Engineering and I went to work for a big oil company and got to see a whole lot of the world. It was a great experience but I wanted to settle down in the states and make my way in this big world."

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"You know Bill, I want to tell you the rest of this story but right now, I feel like hell and I need to lie down and sleep. I am really beat and I haven't eaten or slept now for two days and I need to just crash. I'll go out in the car and try to sleep for a few hours and then if you're still here, I'll finish. That work for you?"

"Sure, but I think you need to come home with me and sleep in a bed instead of your car. I have a spare bedroom and no one's used it for years. My kids don't visit much any more since my wife died so it's just me. Come on now. Let's get some food in you and then some sleep."

With that, Bill helped me up and we walked out of the bar and down the quiet street toward his house. I don't remember much about the trip except that it didn't take much time and before I knew it I was sitting at his kitchen table with a cup of coffee and a sandwich of ham and cheese. I did put the sandwich away and the coffee too but I was almost out on my feet so Bill helped me down to a neat little room with a double bed and a calico cover. It looked like heaven to me so I flopped down on it and was asleep before I stopped bouncing. I never felt Bill slip off my shoes and jacket. I was dead to the world.

Bill Austin

After eating the sandwich I prepared for him, Ben was almost dead on his feet. He was wobbling in his chair so I pulled him up. I just barely got him to bed before he passed out. He was truly dead to the world. I looked at him sleeping there and realized that this man was really hurting. He had told me part of his story and I believed that I knew what was coming. And if what I suspected was true, Ben was in for a rough time. 

I happened to know this because I had been a practicing psychologist for the past thirty years. I knew people and I had a God given gift of empathy allowing me to help hundreds of them during my time. I hadn't practiced now for over two years, since Mary, my wife, got sick. I couldn't help others when I was hurting so badly myself. But Mary was dead and I had little to interest me anymore. 

Ben interested me, however. He sounded like a decent man who had been hurt terribly and was struggling with the emotions that were tearing at him. His past was directing him toward seriously hurting himself or someone else but his innate decency seemed to be pushing him the other direction. He was emotionally tearing himself apart.

I slipped off his shoes and his jacket and pulled a blanket out of the closet. I was ready to put it over him and let him sleep when I made a decision. I reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. I quickly opened it to find one of those contact cards in case of emergency. It had his wife's name and phone number on it and I copied it down on a note card. I replaced his wallet and covered him with the blanket. I left quietly and shut the blinds. It was just past dinnertime here and it was still light but the blinds made it very dark so he would probably sleep for several hours. 

I went down the hall to the little office I still kept in our small home and sat down at my desk. It had been several months since I last came in here. I switched on the library lamp that Mary gave me one Christmas. When it's yellow light played on the desk top, the memories came flooding back and I hesitated for a moment but decided to follow through on my original intent. I used the desk phone that I kept only for my practice which had a blocked call number so no one could use caller ID to get my number. Sometimes a psychiatrist can make some very strange people angry. I called the home number hoping for his wife and heard the phone ring just once when she answered.

"Ben? Ben is that you? Ben talk to me, please!"

"Is this Mrs. Chase? Mrs. Annabeth Chase? Are you Ben Chases' wife?"

"Yes, this is Beth Chase. Who are you and is something wrong with Ben? Has Ben been hurt? Oh, please tell me he is OK."

"My name is Bill and Ben is fine. He's with me right now and he's sleeping. He's had a rough time of it and he needs to sleep now and calm down. He's an emotional wreck."

"No, I have to talk to him. I need to talk to him right now. Please, put him on so that I can talk to him."

"I'm afraid I'm not going to do that. He shouldn't talk to you right now in the mood he's in. He's a very angry and disturbed man and I believe you are the cause of that anger. It would not be good for you to talk to him just now."

"Oh, God. What did he tell you? What did he say? Oh, I need to talk to him and explain to him what he saw. Please, whoever you are, let me talk to him."

"What do you know about his parents? What has he told you? This is very important Mrs. Chase, so I need you to answer me honestly."

I was very concerned about her answer. If she knew of his history and what his parents did and why they did it, then she was guilty of stupidity at the very least and absolute cruelty at the worst. I needed to understand her part in this first before going any further.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Ben's parents died when he was very young and his grandmother raised him. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Did he tell you how they died?"

"No, he just said they died accidentally and he didn't like talking about it. So I never pushed him. So now can I talk to him?"

"Mrs. Chase, I am a professional psychiatrist and I'm going to talk to your husband some more and then I'll decide what to do about you. For now, you have no choice but to trust me. And I would be very sure you think carefully about what you have done to him and what you intend to say to him. He is in a very dangerous mood right now and it is best if he not be anywhere close to you. It is also important that he be watched very carefully especially now."

"I don't understand any of this. I insist that you let me talk to him right now!"

"Goodbye Mrs. Chase. Remember what I said."

With that, I hung up before she could say any more. It seemed that she didn't know of his past and therefore ignorance and infidelity was her only crime. At least to me. In Ben's eyes, she was just like his mother and she had done to him what his mother did to his father. Ben was spinning into the same cycle his father had fallen into and it was a very dangerous time for him. 

I went back into the kitchen, fixed myself some dinner and began to work out a plan to deal with Mr. Ben Chase. While I didn't practice anymore, I was not going to let a man so obviously in pain walk away. Not while I had the knowledge and the willingness to help him. Mary would understand. 

Annabeth Chase

The phone call had been the final straw. I hung up the dead phone and fell to my knees there in the kitchen and sobbed. I felt like my whole world had come apart. I had been waiting for two days to hear from my Ben and now he wouldn't talk to me, or at least the man named Bill wouldn't let me talk to him. I had made a very bad mistake when I let George Jenkins seduce me at home with his slick talk and his smooth manner. It had been just the one time after he had been after me for all those weeks but it was the one time that Ben came home when he should have been working. He saw me and George together and had run out the door before I could even say his name. That was two days ago and now, Ben was gone and I had no idea where he could be. 

The man I spoke to was very mean to me and told me in no uncertain terms that I was the cause of Ben's running away. While I knew that was probably true, he had no right to keep me from talking to him and trying to explain. He warned me that it could be dangerous for me to be around Ben? No! Ben would never hurt me. He loved me, I was positive of that and he would forgive me if I could just talk to him. 

I picked myself off the floor and sat down at the kitchen table. I wiped my face where the tears had flowed and made myself settle down. Crying was getting me nowhere. I tried to think of what had gone wrong. I met George at the Manna House where I worked three days a week as a volunteer, helping to man the serving lines at lunch and dinner. He had shown up about five weeks ago and introduced himself to me as George Jenkins, a financial advisor for Walter Johnson Investments downtown. He told me that he wanted to give some of his time to helping others, just like me. He was very sincere and I liked him immediately. I also admit that I found him to be handsome and very sexy. I was attracted to him right from the start and I knew I had flirted with him outrageously. I was a married woman and had no right to be doing it but I convinced myself that it was just harmless fun. George seemed to enjoy the game as well and I began to anticipate the days I worked with him. 

My life at home was fine but there were times when Ben spent entirely too much time on the job. Lately, he had been spending most of the week at the site of a new refinery his company was building and Ben had the responsibility of overseeing the installation of the new cracking towers in the petroleum distillation section. This was his design and he was not going to let some other yoyo handle it for him. I understood that but it left me alone an awful lot. That was no excuse but it was certainly a contributing factor. Ben would understand that if I could only talk to him. I knew that he would since he was one of the most understanding and kind men I had ever met. I had to depend on his kindness now and hope for his understanding.

I thought back to the day I met Ben for the first time. I was working as a Realtor for a commercial real estate agency in Mount Lebanon in western Pennsylvania when I received a call from him requesting an agent to show him a site that was zoned industrial. I knew the parcel and told him I would meet him there in half an hour. I thought no more about it until I met him at the site. 

My first impression of him was of a man about my age, but so handsome with curly black hair, a well disciplined body and brown eyes that seemed to see right through me. He shook my hand with a firm grip and treated me as an equal right off the bat. I felt my face become flushed as I returned his handshake and looked into those eyes. He didn't seem to notice and simply walked away toward the site. I followed slowly trying to recover my professionalism. I finally caught up to him and the next two hours were spent in a very businesslike manner as we discussed the size and access to the site as well as the zoning requirements and the utility arrangements offered by the city. It was time well spent as he signed an intent to buy letter that afternoon. Since the parcel would sell for well over 4.5 million dollars, I stood to make a very nice piece of change. 

When he called my office two weeks later, I answered his questions and made arrangements to have the necessary paperwork done by the following Monday. He was very pleased with everything and just before concluding our business, he asked if I would have dinner with him when he came to sign the papers. Without thinking I agreed. We spoke for a few more minutes but I didn't remember any of the following conversation. My head was still buzzing over the dinner invitation. What had gotten into me? I hardly knew this man and I was going to dinner with him Monday night. But, try as I might, I was more pleased than anything. 

That Monday was the beginning of my life as I now knew it. Ben had arrived at the office at 5:00 p.m. sharp and we had gone to the conference room with the other parties and the deal was concluded by 6:15. There were handshakes all around and Ben seemed pleased that everything had gone so smoothly. He asked me if I needed to stay around the office or could we start our evening early. Since I was done for the day, I agreed that we could leave right away. Ben was pleased and told me that we could either go to his hotel and have a drink in the bar before dinner or we could have an early dinner and then take in a movie or something. I chose the bar. 

I was still slightly giddy about the bonus I had received with the completion of the sale and I let my inhibitions go and had a mixed drink. I chose a raspberry Daiquiri and I enjoyed it so much I had a second one. Ben stayed with beer but he seemed to enjoy watching me as I sipped the potent drink. He was very eloquent and his conversation had me fascinated as he discussed his travels around the world to most of the oil producing nations. He dazzled me with names and places and stories of some of his more bizarre experiences and I listened intently through it all. We forgot dinner and the drinks were really hitting me hard on an empty stomach. 

By 8:30, I was beginning to slur my words so Ben decided that I needed to sober up. Rather than let me stay in the bar, he helped me up and we went up to his room where he called for a pot of coffee from room service. I collapsed gratefully onto the king sized bed and let my eyes drift closed. 

Ben gently shook me awake to take some coffee. He made me drink some of the hot liquid and the caffeine began to take effect. I finally came fully awake with the second cup and I was feeling somewhat embarrassed by my actions. Ben , however, thought nothing of it and simply let me wake up completely as he talked. Now that I was fully sober and able to stand by myself, I suggested I leave and allow him to have the rest of his evening. Ben got up and came to me to put his arms around my waist.

"I am very happy to spend the rest of my evening with you right here. If you still want dinner, I can have it sent up from room service. Otherwise, I would just be happy to hold you like this."

"This is fine, just hold me. I'm suddenly not hungry any more."

I was sober enough to realize what was happening and I found myself wanting it to. I looked into those deep, dark eyes and let myself fall into them. I raised my arms and slipped them around his neck as I pressed my cheek to his shoulder. He tightened his grip and pulled me against him as he kissed my hair. I closed my eyes just to enjoy the feel of his tight body and smell the musky scent of him. As he moved his hands up my back and around to cup my breasts, I sighed in pleasure. 




Like Father Like son



I moved back just enough to allow his hands free access to my breasts and turned my face into his searching for his lips. I found them and pressed mine to his. I could feel his lips open and I slid my tongue into him. I felt the curve of his lips as he smiled into our kiss. In seconds our tongues were battling each other and the taste of him was more than I could bear. I wanted him and I wanted to be wanted by him. It seemed to be all that I could think of: his mouth, his body and his hands, roaming all over me. I wanted his touch everywhere and I moaned my approval as his hands moved down over my tight stomach, my lower abdomen and finally slid into the valley between my legs.

As my legs struggled to keep me upright, Ben bent down and picked me up like I weighed nothing. He looked into my eyes as he carried me to the bed and gently laid me down. He backed away and I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, revealing a well toned chest and stomach. I couldn't take my eyes from him as he then unbuckled his pants and slid them down to his ankles. He straightened up and stepped out of the pants and kicked them away. 

His well toned body was all I had thought it would be and now he stood there in only his boxers and the tent in them was more than I could stand. I made a soft sound of impatience and waited for him to make the final move. I glanced up to his face and then back down to that bulge. I licked my lips and my eyes couldn't wait to feast on the object I knew was waiting. 

With a small laugh, Ben dropped his boxers and I was not disappointed. His beautiful cock stood proudly out in front of him as he moved to the bed. He knelt over me and waited. I immediately reached for him and pulled him to me. I wanted him in my mouth and I wanted to give him all the pleasure I could. I took him in almost to the base in one motion. My tongue began to swirl around the shaft and I could taste the small amount of pre cum that had already begun. I was in heaven and I began to bob my head up and down the shaft, trying to give him all the pleasure I was feeling. Ben groaned in delight but didn't let me get much further before pulling my head away from his erection.

I groaned in disappointment until he began to undress me. I felt the buttons of my blouse give and then he was pushing my blouse off my shoulders. I shrugged out of it and reached behind to unhook my bra. Ben had already moved to my slacks and he urged my hips up to allow him to slid the slacks down over my legs and off. My panties quickly followed and I was now gloriously naked and waiting for whatever came next. I knew now that I was his to do with as he chose. I would deny him nothing.

Ben pushed me gently onto my side while he moved behind me. I rested my head on my arms as I felt his hand slide between my legs. I was already wet and when he pushed against my labia, he slid in without resistance. His entrance set off a wave of pleasure in me that began at my toes and moved up my body to my stomach. I sighed and opened my legs further to give him more room. He obliged me by inserting two and then three fingers inside me as he began to rub over my clit on each stroke. It took only minutes for the first orgasm to hit me and I rode the wave of pleasure until it slowly subsided. 

But Ben wasn't done. He began to finger fuck me again until I was pushing against his fingers, anticipating another orgasm. As he felt this, Ben withdrew his fingers and before my moan of disappointment could form, he had pushed his cock into me from behind. The pleasure was incredible and I let out a groan that was loud enough to be heard in the adjoining rooms. I didn't care. The pleasure was intense and I reveled in it. 

Once his cock was in, Ben reached around me and took my tits in his hands and began to gently squeeze my nipples. I loved the sensations of his cock inside me and his hands holding my tits. As Ben began to pump in and out of my hot cavern of pleasure, I began to push back to increase the sensation. It took only minutes before I climaxed a second time and then almost immediately, a third time. This time, I felt Ben shoot his sperm deep into me and it doubled the intensity of my orgasm. I was lost for minutes in the feeling and I kept my legs tightly closed and my hands on his to keep the feeling going and Ben inside me.

It seemed like hours later that I finally came to my senses. I felt Ben behind me but his cock had slipped out and he was just watching me, his head supported by his arm. 

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The feelings from that memory were so intense that Annabeth had to stop. She was overwhelmed by fear that she had destroyed what she had with Ben. The pain was so intense that she broke down in tears and her head dropped to the table, crying again uncontrollably. 

Ben Chase

I woke just once sometime after dark and took a minute before realizing where I was. Since the house was quiet and dark, I assumed that my host was asleep and it was night. I lay there for a few minutes just trying to feel something other than the pain but that was all I had. I closed my eyes again and tried to think of a warm beach on a clear blue ocean in a tropical resort but saw only my wife being fucked by another man. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down on my lip so the pain would break my thoughts. It worked and I let the physical pain overcome the mental. I fell asleep trying to keep them separate.

The next time I woke, it was daytime and the sun was coming in the gaps around the blinds drawn over the window. I thought I could smell coffee and I swung my legs out of the bed and onto the soft carpeted floor. I sat there, trying to wake up and finally rose to try to find a john to relieved quite a few hours of piss. I walked out of the room and saw the john to the left down a short hall. I shuffled to the door and found a neat bathroom with the ubiquitous guest soaps and guest towels. Whatever. I needed to piss and then to splash some water on my face which I proceeded to do. I noticed the shower and a couple of nice bath towels and thought 'what the hell'. I took a nice hot shower with a cold rinse and I felt like a new man. I dried myself off with one of the nice fluffy towels and dressed in my dirty clothes. Well, at least the body was clean.

I found Bill in the kitchen and he greeted me with a mug of hot black coffee. I took the mug gratefully and sipped the strong liquid, feeling some life flow into me. I raised my head and looked at him to see him watching me. I hope I hadn't said anything too bad last night but the way I was feeling, I could have. But as I returned his gaze, I saw only friendliness and interest. I now remembered I had begun to tell him my story. I think it had finally caught up with me during my telling and I don't remember much after that. 

"Well, Bill, what did I do and how bad was it? I guess I don't remember much about last night except that you were there and we started talking. Did I tell you much before I passed out?"

"You were fine Ben and we got along great. You were telling me about your folks and we had just begun to get into things when everything finally came down on your shoulders. I just brought you here, gave you a bite to eat and then helped you to bed before you collapsed right here on the floor. Look's like the rest did you good. How do you feel this morning?"

"A thousand percent better than yesterday, that's for sure. I appreciate what you did for me and I apologize for putting you through that. You had no need to do that for someone you don't even know."

"Well, it's sort of what I used to do. I'm a psychiatrist, or at least I used to be. Haven't practiced for over two years but you caught my interest and truth be told, I was bored to death. So, I don't think I was doing you any favors, it was more selfish than that."

"Well, I appreciate the bed and the food but I don't want to impose. I'll just be heading out if you can point me in the direction of the bar where I believe I left my car."

"Well, I can do that, but to be honest, I do wish you would stay and finish your story. I was really caught up in your family and I was waiting for what was coming next. I'll make us some breakfast and we can eat and then go into what passes for my study and you can finish telling me your story. Please think about it while I put on some bacon and eggs."

Well, as he talked, most of last night came back to me and I did remember telling him about my mom and dad and letting him read mom's letter. I also remember feeling somewhat better after telling him what I did. Maybe I could stay and we could talk. Could be something good could come from it and I had nowhere else to go. As I thought that, I found I had no desire to talk to Beth or to even call her. It was still too painful to go there.

Bill was as good as his word and we sat down to a huge breakfast of bacon, eggs, hash browns and hot buttered toast. It went down real good and I enjoyed every last bite. Bill put his share away as well and he seemed to enjoy having the company. I remember he did say his wife had died a year or so ago so I imagine he was quite lonely most of the time. No kids and no relatives close by he said. 

Well, we finished, I helped clear the table and dry while he washed and we took our coffee into the room he called his study. It was dark, warm and gave me a good feeling as I sat down in a soft leather chair while Bill took the swivel chair behind the desk. He looked right at home so I could see him practicing his craft from here.

"Well, can you tell me where I left off last night before I made a fool of myself? I just don't remember much after giving you mom's letter."

"You told me you had graduated as a Chemical Engineer and had seen a lot of the world but wanted to settle down at home."

I remembered now. I had taken mom's letter back and folded it neatly into it's dog-eared envelope and put it back in my jacket pocket. That's when the fatigue hit me and I almost lost it. 

OK, I would start there and see what came out.

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The company I worked for put me to work directing new construction projects around the east coast. We had several new refineries and cracking facilities going in and I had lots of experience in those areas so I moved around the area, looking at sites, organizing contractors, setting up schedules and in general coordinating. I was a good coordinator, easy to work with, quick to adjust to changes and just hard assed enough to get the job done without pissing everyone off. I did quite well financially and I was able to put a lot away for the proverbial rainy day. Things were very good. That's when I met Annabeth Foster. 

Beth was a realtor and she and I met on the job. I had dealings with her and we got to know each other really well over a period of several weeks and I finally asked her out. We dated for some time and we both knew it was serious. I finally proposed to her about six months later and she accepted. We were married in 1997, in Chester where we still live. Or at least we used to. I don't know anymore. 

I stopped to take a drink of the coffee, but found it cold. I told Bill to hold on till I got a refill. It gave me time to swallow the bile that threatened to come up into my mouth. I took several deep breaths and held my breath until my stomach quieted down again. The coffee suddenly didn't appeal to me so I left the cup in the kitchen and picked up a glass of water instead. I went back in and sat down. Bill took one look and I think he guessed what had happened, but to his credit, he said nothing.

My job takes me away from home several times a month. I'm usually not very far but sometimes I just choose to stay in a motel rather than make the long drive home. Since I have to turn right around the next day, it's simpler. Beth hates it but it is a lot easier on me that way. I've been doing that since we were married eight years ago and she knew it going in. But lately she's been complaining more and more about it. So I try to limit my trips but it wasn't enough apparently.

I had to stop for a moment since my anger had flared up during that last thought. I still wanted to tell my story to Bill, but I had to bite down on my anger or else it would just become a bitching session. 

Anyway, Beth and I had discussed kids but neither of us really wanted them. She thought maybe later on but I don't think she was serious. We've been lucky so far that she hasn't gotten pregnant. Our sex life has always been great. We made out on our first date and we have been lovers ever since. We have sex maybe two times a week and often more than that. Beth is easy to arouse and she had no trouble coming to a climax or two during our lovemaking. I'm not very big but she has never mentioned it, always claiming to be satisfied. Now I have to rethink that apparently. 

I'm sorry for wandering around on you Bill but it's getting harder and harder as I get closer and closer to what happened. I hope you can stay with me. I'll get there, I promise.

Bill Austin

I could see that Ben was struggling as he began to get closer in time to the event that triggered his traumatic flight from his home. I had not had to guide or steer him so far and he seemed to have a natural flare for telling a story. If he could go through without guidance from me, the story would be closer to how he saw it rather than how I directed him to see it. Right now, he was breathing a little hard and I could see the pain in his face as events got more and more stressful. I thought this might be a good time to take a break.

"Why don't we stop for a few minutes to get some iced tea? I have a gallon of sweet tea in the refrigerator and it's really good. I'll get some ice and we can take a walk around the yard till you feel calm enough to continue. I know this can be very stressful and it's important that you remain as calm as possible so we can get the truth about everything."

"What do you mean, the truth. Why would I lie to you? I don't even know you well enough to be talking to you but for some reason I want to. Strange, but true. Anyway, I won't lie."

"Not intentionally, but the mind plays tricks when it's in pain. I don't mean you would lie about anything but stress may make you say things you don't mean or interpret things in a way that is incorrect. Let's just take the time, OK?"

Ben agreed so I got us both a glass of iced tea and we took it out the back door and onto my little deck. We stood at the railing and gazed at the trees lining the back of my lot. Behind the trees were woods, deep and old. I had investigated some of the trails running away into the woods but they led nowhere. It was pleasant just to stand and watch the wind toss the leaves, making silver flashes when the undersides turned over. We stood there for ten minutes or so and I could see Ben begin to relax. It was good to see some peace come over him. I answered some of his questions about me when he started to ask. It was no secret so I answered him as truthfully as possible. He seemed interested and we talked about me for a little while. 

We stayed out there for some time until it began to get a little chilly. It was warm for September but not for someone my age. I led Ben back into the warm kitchen and we sat at the kitchen table, a little more casual than my study. This way, Ben might remain more relaxed.

I would urge Ben to begin his story again with a more relaxed attitude.

Annabeth Chase

Remembering the past wasn't doing me any good. Why think about what I had instead of how I screwed it up. I know I screwed up big time but I don't know why. How in the hell did it get to this point in my life? I loved Ben with all my heart and he is the only man I have ever loved. I loved him from the first date and I've never wavered once. Even when we argued and fought, I never felt differently. I could get angry and yell at him but I always knew that he would be there for me if I needed or wanted him. He felt the same about me, I was sure. But now, I honestly didn't know what he felt. All I could remember was the look on his face when he came into the bedroom and saw me and George together.

Even now, three days later, I could see his face. I saw it in my dreams, when I closed my eyes or when I looked in the mirror. The pain, the disappointment and the anger all there in his eyes as he watched George Jenkins fuck me from behind. I thought again about how it had come to be.

George and I flirted outrageously during our times together at the Manna House. He always found a way to be next to me in the serving line and he made it a point to press against me in different ways, reaching across me for something, reaching over to point to something, handing me a spoon or ladle with our hands touching longer than necessary. I understood what he was doing even then but I didn't object or even try to stop it. I loved the flirting and the implied promise even though I never intended to keep it. It was just a game, an innocent game with a cute man who was interesting and interested in me. I was flattered and somewhat aroused by the thought. But I never intended anything other than innocent fun.

The last time we had worked together was just a week ago Wednesday. I was serving the potatoes and George was handling the vegetables. We had been serving and laughing while working and there was a lot of touching and bumping. It was always crowded behind the counter but not that crowded. But I enjoyed it as always and did my share of touching as well. Things were fun until the rush died and George and I were relieved to take a break. Since George smoked, I often accompanied him outside in the back so he could have his cigarette. I didn't mind as Ben still smoked a little. 

I was leaning against the wall, enjoying the feel of the warm September sun on my face with my eyes closed. George had pulled out his cigarettes and his lighter and I waited for the metallic click of the metal top, thinking of nothing in particular. Just as I was about to ask him something, I felt his lips on mine! The shock was intense but the feeling of pleasure was something I was unprepared for. I felt a warm tingle in my lips as he kissed me with more intensity. I responded and kissed him back. 

As I enjoyed the unfamiliar feelings, his tongue pushed against my lips and I opened to him. The pleasure intensified as we kissed and I felt his arms come around me and pull my body tight against his. I was almost lost in the sensations and I felt his erection pushing against my stomach. I was totally relaxed in his arms and I murmured his name into his mouth when I suddenly realized what I was doing. I knew it was wrong but it felt so good. I wanted this to continue but I knew it couldn't, at least not here. 

I pushed back, away from his body and his kiss and held out my hand to stop him. Then the guilt began. What the hell was I doing? This was not my husband! This was another man and I had let my body betray me into feelings and desires that were wrong! Wrong! I tried to say something to George but the words couldn't make their way through my tightened throat. I was having difficulty breathing and I finally just turned away and ran back through the door into the store room, where I grabbed my coat and purse and, mumbling something to the first person I saw, left. I found my car and drove home almost on instinct. Once home, I ran into the bathroom, tore off my clothes and staggered into the shower where I let the hot water run and run, cleaning my deceitful body of those desires and sensations that shamed me. 

I finally calmed down enough to begin dinner for Ben while I fought hard to put the whole episode out of my mind. I was ashamed of what I had done but at the same time, exhilarated, and I knew then that I could no longer work at the Manna House with George. I had lost control of myself today and there was no assurance that it wouldn't happen again in the same circumstances. I had no control and no thoughts while it was happening and it could have gotten much worse. No, I had to quit. I would call tomorrow and let them know. 




Like Father Like son



With that decision made I felt much better and when Ben came home, I was in a good mood. We ate a nice meal, watched some television and went to bed where I made Ben very, very happy. It had been a long time since I had given him a blow job and let him return the favor but that night I did that and more. It was great and Ben was content. Only once did I have a thrill of fear when he asked me what had gotten into me. I just laughed and said I had watched an Oprah that turned me on. He let it go since I had my hand on his cock at the time.

I resigned as I planned and things seemed to calm down over the next few weeks. Ben had been working on a project close to Chester where we lived and he was always home by 5:00 or 5:30 p.m.. Things were good and I was content. The episode with George gradually faded to a pleasant memory and I began to consider other things to do with my time. Maybe a garden? Something close to home? Something safe! Well, I had some ideas and I would let them develop.

It was a week later when Ben told me that he had to drive over to a town called Ambridge in the western part of the state. I was a little upset, reminding him that we had planned to meet Roger and Stacey for dinner. They were two of our best friends and we often went out to dinner together.

When he looked at me like I was just a little slow and said to call them and cancel, I got angry. I couldn't understand how he could be so unconcerned. This was too much like it had been before and it was too much for me to take without comment. I remember getting into it with him and I think I was over reacting when I screamed at him, telling him he was an insensitive prick. I think those were the words. I know I started to cry and I finally just ran to our bedroom and lay there on the bed sobbing uncontrollably. 

While I was there, Ben left to go to work. That's how we left it. I stayed there until my anger cooled and then went outside to my new project; a fish pond with outdoor goldfish. Ben had helped me install it and we had planted a nice border around it with a bench to sit and watch. It was a beautiful little place and Ben and I both loved it already. But now it had lost some of its glamour. I was still angry and I wanted Ben to understand that he had to begin to put me first, rather than his job. Maybe I was being selfish but there it was. I was going to have it out with him when he got back from this trip.

Ben Chase

Bill was right. The walk and the fresh air did a lot of good for my mind and body. I didn't realize how tight and tense I was until the warm sun relaxed my bunched muscles and the constant crick in my neck began to loosen. As we walked and talked about nothing in particular, I began to wonder a little about my host. Here I was, a stranger from a bar, walking and talking and, in general, sharing my most intimate life with a man that I knew nothing about, other than the little he told me. The fact that I believed him without thought was strange in itself. Maybe now was the time for some question for him.

"Tell me a little about yourself, Bill. You say you were married for a long time?"

"Yes, my wife Mary and I were married for a little over 42 years. We met in college and married after graduation, back in '61. She taught school right here in Dayton while I opened a practice later after I finished my internship at a hospital in Fort Wayne. We were very happy here and neither of us ever wanted to see other parts of the world. Oh we took the vacations to Mexico and Canada and once, to Bermuda, but other than that, this was our world."

"How did she die? Was it an illness or do you mind my asking?"

"Mary died of cancer about a year ago. She died at home in bed, with me lying next to her. She died in her sleep. I remember waking up and knowing right away that she was gone. When you sleep with someone for that many years, you know right away."

Bill retreated into his own memories then and we just walked together for another ten minutes before Bill stopped and turned around. 

"I think it's time we got back. It's getting a little chilly."

It was very warm for September but I followed him back inside. It was time to get on with it.

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Where was I? Oh yes, I remember. I was telling you about our sex life and our life together. Well, as I said, Beth and I enjoyed sex with each other and we were sort of adventurous. We did a little of everything at least once and we finally found those things we liked. We stayed with them, varying a little for fun. Beth liked giving and receiving oral and so did I so that became a staple of our lovemaking. She also like missionary sex best so that was our choice. We never got into anal sex and neither of us missed it. But overall, our love life was great.

One of the things Beth hated was my traveling. I didn't do a lot of it, but from time to time I had to take some overnights and sometimes I would stay a few days, just because it was easier on me than a lot of back and forth driving. Beth never liked being alone and neither did I, but I thought that the way I did it was best because I could be home more that way. Beth never saw it that way though. She always complained, mostly to make sure I knew how she felt. Never got into a heated argument about it until this last time. 

I had forgotten that we had dinner plans with our friends that night. I knew that I had to make the trip because I had a phone call earlier in the morning telling me of a major snafu that was going to cause a huge delay in the project if it didn't get fixed. That would mean a whole lot more of my time spent away on the site so the only way to fix it was for me to make the trip and talk to the local contractor and see if there was something I could do to make him change his mind. I had the authority to make a deal right then and there so I had no choice. 

But when I started to tell Beth, she blew up and started in on me. She wasn't going to listen to reason and she had made up her mind that I did this just to piss her off. She was calling me names and honestly, it pissed me off as well so I just told her to shove it. Well, we really got into it and she finally started crying and she ran up to the bedroom and slammed the door. Rather than try to make it up to her, I was angry so I just left without a word. That's how we ended it that day.

But I felt so bad that I drove down to my office and spent a good two to three hours on the phone trying to see if there was any way in the world that I could avoid that trip. I called everyone connected with anyone and tried to make a deal that would avoid the delay, keep the project on budget and allow me to stay home and make that dinner with Roger and Stacy and make Beth forgive me. It was on my mind and I was determined to make it right. 

Well, perseverance and patience paid off and by 11:30 that morning, I had made the deal and the project would proceed on schedule. I deal I made was very good if I do say so myself and I was quite proud of my incredible negotiation skills. I couldn't wait to tell Beth. I picked up the phone but then thought, what the hell. I left the office, went down the street to a florist that I had seen and bought a bouquet of fresh cut flowers. I decided to surprise Beth with a bouquet and an apology in person.

Annabeth Chase

I sat down in front of the pond and just watched the golden flashes as the fish darted through the crystal clear water. The new pump and filter set Ben brought home last week was doing the job of keeping the water clear and clean. The goldfish seemed to like it. I just let my mind calm while I watched them. I was just drifting when I heard a voice from the side of the house. I looked up to see George Jenkins coming around the side.

"George! What are you doing here? Where did you come from?"

"I'm sorry Annabeth. I didn't mean to startle you. I knocked but no one answered so I remembered you talking about your fish and decided to walk around to see if you might be out here and here you are."

"What are you doing here George? I don't think it's a good idea for you to be here. I wish you would just go."

"Please Annabeth. I just wanted to apologize for what happened and plead with you to forgive me. I value our friendship and I couldn't bear it if we couldn't have that back."

"There's nothing to forgive George. Now, please, just go away. Please."

Rather than leave as I asked, George just came over to the bench and sat down beside me. He took my face in his hand and tilted it up to look into my eyes. 

"I won't leave until you forgive me Annabeth. Will you do that?"

I looked into those eyes and I was lost. I couldn't speak as he held my face in his hand. As I began to shiver, he bent down and kissed me just as he had the last time we were together. God forgive me, I kissed him back. He rose from the bench and took my hands in his and pulled me up. He put his arm around my waist and led me back up the stairs into the kitchen. 

Once we were inside, he began to kiss me again and now I gave in willingly. I felt his hands unbutton my blouse and then his hand move inside to my breast. He slid his hand under the elastic of the bra strap and took my nipple in his fingers. He rolled and squeezed until I was moaning with pleasure. He slid my blouse off my shoulders and down my arms, the bra somehow following. He now used both hands on my exposed tits and the pleasure I felt was agonizing. 

"Why don't we take this into the bedroom? I want to make love to you my Beth. Let me give you the pleasure you deserve."

I took his hand and pulled him up the stairs to our bedroom. I had a momentary thought of Ben but it disappeared in a flash of anger. This was his fault for not being here where he belonged! As I walked to the bed, I turned and began to remove his shirt just as he had mine. We proceeded to undress each other and soon we were both naked and ready. I sat down on the edge of the bed and took his cock in my hand. It was shorter than Ben's but it was a very nice cock, There was a drop of cum on the head and I used my thumb to rub it around on the tip. I loved to suck cock and there was a beautiful one right in front of me. I did what was natural and I took it into my mouth.

I have to admit that at that point, I wasn't thinking. I was just reacting to sexual pleasure and there was nothing of love in it. It was simply lust and I gave in to it. Ben was not even in my mind. I wasn't cheating on him because at that point in time, he didn't exist for me. Only George and his cock was real.

I sucked George off until he came in my mouth. I never had a problem swallowing Ben's cum so this was no different. Since it went into the back of my mouth and directly down my throat, I don't even know if it tasted any different. Maybe, but I didn't care. I just kept on sucking until I felt George's cock begin to stiffen again. Now I pushed him away and moved back up on the bed. I wanted George to fuck me now and fuck me hard. George was willing and ready.

I lay back in the missionary position and waited until he stuck his cock into my wet pussy. Once he was in, I raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He began a nice steady in and out pumping that I enjoyed tremendously. I was beginning to feel some stirrings in my loins and I began to encourage George to pump me hard and fast. He obliged and I began to meet each thrust with one of my own. I felt my climax begin and I gripped George's waist with my legs as he began to slam into me grunting on each thrust. He came, exploding into me while I held him deep inside me. It was incredible!

We lay together, George on top and me underneath him, enjoying the weight of him. I began to wiggle my hips and George pressed himself against me. I could feel his cock begin to harden and I moved my hand down to grip him tightly. I started to jack him off but he moved back and straddled my body again, pushing his cock against my tits. He slid between my mounds and began to pump away, the tip just about touching my mouth on each stroke. I squeezed my tits around his cock and he groaned in pleasure. He was getting harder and harder. 

I knew that I was going to get one more climax out of him and I couldn't wait. He slid down my body until he was poised just outside my pussy. I reached down, took him in my hand and directed him to the proper place. He moved his hips forward and slipped inside me with ease. I folded my legs back against my body to give him a better angle allowing him to go deeper and he complied. 

I wanted him to give it to me hard but he just continued to go at me with a slow steady pace that I didn't want. I dropped my legs and pushed at him until he rolled off me, looking surprised. I just turned around and rose up onto my hands and knees presenting him a new target. He quickly got the idea and mounted me from behind. He slid in easily and began to pump as before, but now I could push back. As he got a rhythm going, I began to rock back into him on every stroke until he began to become excited. Now he was fucking me like I wanted it. 

I gave him some verbal encouragement urging him on which seemed to do the trick. He was slamming into me and I stopped pushing back since he had it under control. When he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back I began to build toward an orgasm. I was just beginning to feel a climax approach when I heard something. I looked toward the door and saw Ben.

Ben Chase

"I drove home with the flowers and an apology which I continued to practice as I drove. I needed to make sure that Beth heard me loud and clear. I wanted nothing to come between her and I and our marriage. If the job was becoming too much, I would look for something else. I just needed her to know that and to know that I loved her enough to do anything I could to make her happy. I would do it for her.

I pulled in to our drive and noticed the dark blue Range Rover parked out in front of the house. I didn't recognize it but that wasn't unusual. We often had people parking in front of our house when there was a party in the neighborhood, or if someone was visiting the neighbors across the street, they had to park in the direction of travel or else get a ticket so sometimes people just parked and walked across the street. Either way, it was not in my way so I just ignored it. I took my flowers and walked into the house. 

It was quiet which meant that Beth was probably upstairs in the spare room working on some of her signs and plaques for one of her charities. She spent a lot of time up there so we had it fixed up quite nicely, with lots of light and plenty of shelves for her stuff. I went up the stairs quietly so as to surprise her. When I reached the landing at the top of the stairs, I started toward the right where the spare room was located when I heard sounds coming from our bedroom. I stopped and moved that way, holding the flowers out in front of me as a peace offering. I tiptoed my way to the door and looked in. What I saw almost caused me a heart attack.

The picture is burned into my mind. I can't make it go away. It is as clear as a photograph and as hard to look at as a train wreck. But, I'll describe it for you. I saw two people on our bed. The man was on his knees, naked and sweaty. He had his hands on Beth's hips, gripping her tightly as he rammed his cock into her from behind. Beth was on her hands and knees, with her head down on the pillow, both hands grabbing the bedspread and her face grimacing in pleasure. I vaguely remember hearing her saying something to the effect of 'pound me with your cock' or something like that. His face was contorted, mostly in pleasure I imagine. I didn't recognize him. 

That is the picture that I have ingrained into my brain. My wife, fucking another man in our bed. It wasn't rape and it wasn't a mistake. She was enjoying it. I could tell that from her face. It was all I needed to see. I threw the flowers away, turned and ran down the stairs to my car. I got in, started driving and ended up here two days later. I haven't called or let her know where I am and I don't want to. I don't know what I want to do. I know what my dad did and now I know why."

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That was my story. I looked at Bill and was surprised to see his eyes shining with unshed tears. He had listened carefully and quietly to my story and I had to admit that I felt much better now that I had told someone. I slumped down in my chair.

Beth Chase

The shock of seeing Ben standing there was more than I could process. I just gaped at him with my mouth open, no words coming to mind. I was stunned! Ben? My Ben? He wasn't supposed to be home. He was driving west toward some God forsaken place in western Pennsylvania. I hadn't seen him, had I?

Suddenly I realized what I was doing and what Ben saw when he looked in the doorway. I felt George behind me, driving his cock into me and slamming into me while I knelt there on my hands and knees loving it. The panic hit and I almost lost it. The sudden jolt to my system gave me the strength to rise up and throw George off of me. I didn't even feel him pull out as I swung my legs off the bed and ran to the doorway in time to see Ben's departing back as he went down the stairs and out the door. I was moving to try to stop him when I stepped on flowers scattered on the floor. 

I stopped as if I had run into a brick wall! I looked down at the bouquet of flowers, now spread across the hall and I collapsed. I slid down to the floor and the immensity of what I had done came down on my shoulders like a weight I couldn't support, crushing me down until I couldn't breathe! I struggled to find some air but nothing was happening. I couldn't move, I couldn't cry and I couldn't call for help. I just sat there, slumped against the wall, my bare feet surrounded by the blossoms of the flowers Ben had brought me.

George came out into the hall, asking me what had just happened. He hadn't seen Ben and he didn't know why I had run out of the room. I heard his voice, asking me what was wrong and what happened. I couldn't answer him. I just sat there leaning against the wall, my naked body obscenely visible to him. Suddenly the whole thing became nothing more than a disgusting episode of a cheating wife fucking a man she hardly knew in the bed she shared with her husband. 

Now the truth came back and the truth made me sick. I scrambled up and ran to the bathroom, sick to my stomach and sick at heart. I closed and locked the door, turning to the commode just in time. When George came down to knock and ask if I was alright, I just cowered there on the bathroom floor not answering until he went away. I stayed there for the next hour until I felt it was safe to come out. George had gone, thank God.

I ran the shower on full hot and stood there letting it wash the shame away. I had no answers to give to Ben should he care enough to ask. I had no idea why I had done what I did with George there in our bed in our home. I had shame enough to fill the hole in my heart but no answers. I didn't even know where Ben was or when he would come back if ever. Ben was not a man to accept what I had done. I had no choice now but to wait for his judgment.

Bill Austin

It was clear to me now what Ben was feeling. His mother had betrayed his father and the father was unable to come to grips with it. In the end, he decided to take his own life rather than try to face the reality of what his wife had done. Ben at that age knew nothing about fidelity or cheating and all he saw was that his father had left him behind. That was all the reality a boy his age could understand. Further, because of the trauma of her part in her husband's death, the mother fought a losing battle with guilt, remorse and loss. She was also unable to face the pain that she had caused her husband and she took her life as well. 




Like Father Like son



Both of these actions were interpreted by Ben as desertion. Both his parents had deserted him and left him to fend for himself. He grew up believing that, never knowing the real story until he reached eighteen. By that time, the man he was to become had already been formed. The truth then was more academic than anything else.

Annabeth, Ben's wife, had cheated on him with another man. Ben had to come to grips with that somehow but his coping mechanisms were formed all those years ago in a house with very similar circumstances. But even though he now understood the reasons for his parent's actions, he subconsciously saw only the facts. His mother cheated, causing his father's death. His father's death caused his mother to kill herself. Now, his wife had cheated. His course of action was suggesting itself even now. 

That's why I told Beth that she had best stay away from Ben now. His actions were going to be difficult to predict given his history. Beth obviously wasn't aware of that part of his past and she didn't understand the irony of what she did. Infidelity was bad enough but to a man with Ben's past, it could be deadly It was very likely that someone was going to be hurt.

I looked at the clock, surprised to find that we had talked away the morning and part of the afternoon. I finally got up telling Ben that we should get some dinner and then talk some more. When he told me that I had heard all of his story, I just laughed and said that we had so much more to talk about now that I knew his background. It caused him to tense up a little but I assured him that we would not be doing any really deep stuff and that he was only a little crazy. That got a laugh so I let it slide for now. I thought that we could go back to the bar where we met yesterday for some dinner and a few beers. Ben was certainly more relaxed now and I wanted to keep him that way. 

Ben Chase

Telling Bill my story had really wiped me out. I was as tired as if I had spent the day working in the mill like my daddy. My back was sore, my legs ached and I felt as though I could sleep for a month. Part of that was tension, part fatigue and part emotion. I didn't know which was which, I was just beat. When Bill suggested that we had more to talk about, I guess I didn't want to hear that but then he broke the tension with his crazy comment and then suggested we go out to eat. I could eat and I wanted a beer in the worst way. So off we went.

At the bar, things seemed about the same. It was later now than it had been when I first met Bill and there were many more people around. Seems Bill knew a lot of them since there were greetings flying all over the place. He seemed to be very popular: a regular. I watched him interact with several and found him to be smooth and easy going. That was my impression of him too, so I guess he was just what he seemed. We moved to a table and Bill ordered burgers and onion rings for both of us with a cold beer. I relaxed back and looked around. I watched several nice looking women move in on some of the guys and concluded that they were pros. When I mentioned it to Bill, he just nodded affirmatively and let it go. Fine with me.

While I was downing the burger, I saw a well dressed woman about my age come in to the bar, look around and then move onto a stool. She was quite good looking and very polished. She looked different than most of the pros and I watched as several guys made a move on her all of which she rebuffed. Interested, I began to watch to see what she was doing. I noticed a man at the other end of the bar looking in her direction but otherwise making no move. Now I was fascinated and continued to watch. My curiosity was rewarded when she nodded her head slightly in his direction, slid off the stool and went toward the restrooms. The man at the bar followed. I told Bill that I wanted to use the restrooms and followed them. 

I hung back, watched as they came together in the hall, not noticing me pressed back against the wall in the shadows. They whispered and then she reached out her hand and pressed it lightly against his cheek. That's when I noticed the wedding ring. She moved away and walked back to the bar. He did the same except that he put some money on the bar and went out the door rather than return to his seat. Within a minute, the woman left as well. 

I knew that I has just witnessed a clandestine meeting and the woman was probably married and wanted to meet her lover. They had come here separately and then left to be together. I knew that somewhere, some man was being cuckolded, just like me. All of a sudden, the pain and grief that I felt that night at home came crashing back. Along with the pain came a feeling of rage, rage so intense at the stupid bitch and her lover. What in the hell were they doing? Someone should teach them both a lesson. I gasped, struggling to breathe and I felt the blood drain from my head. I was almost in danger of passing out when I rose from my seat to almost run from the bar into the cool night air. 

I crashed out the door, looked around for them but they were gone. Suddenly the rage just evaporated and I staggered to one side and bent over, trying to catch my breath. The hamburger I had just enjoyed came back up in an explosive purging. I heaved everything I had and continued to heave, cramps clutching at my gut till I cried out in pain. I was sweating and fighting for control when I felt Bill's hand on my shoulder.

"Don't fight it, Ben. Let it control you first. Let it run it's course. You have no choice but to allow it free rein. It will pass. Just let it go. Don't fight it. Just breathe, easy breaths, easy breaths."

His words didn't mean much but his soothing voice helped. The rage which had threatened to overcome me had disappeared. I forgot the pain and the discomfort and concentrated on his voice. Don't fight. Let go. Over and over until I could finally hear the words and begin to follow his advice. I was shivering uncontrollably but the cramps began to loosen, blood began to flow into my brain again and I was able to straighten up and lean against the cool bricks of the outside wall of the bar. Things began to register and I felt the coils of tension loosen and finally break free. I took several deep breaths, bringing oxygen back to my starving lungs. The shivers passed and I saw Bill standing there with a worried look on his face. I tried to smile at him.

"I'll be OK now. It's passing and I feel much better. Sorry I scared you."

"Can you tell me what happened? Do you know what set this off? It's important to tell me what happened. Can you do that?"

I shook my head yes and took a couple of deep breaths, feeling the bands around my chest slip away and my breathing become normal again.

"I was watching a woman at the bar. She was my age, quite pretty and well dressed. She wasn't a pro because she rebuffed several of the guys who tried to pick her up. I noticed a man at the other end of the bar and I saw them looking at each other. I followed them when they went toward the restrooms and I saw them kiss and exchange words. Then he left the bar and she followed within a few minutes. I knew then that they were meeting and that she was cheating on her husband. That's all I remember, till now."

Bill was shaking his head in apparent understanding. He must have known who she was since he never bothered to say anything when he saw me looking at her. He seemed to be satisfied about what I told him but for the life of me I didn't know why. But, he decided it was time for us to head back to his place and that's what we did.

Bill Austin

Once Ben told me what he had experienced and what brought it on, I knew that my original opinion was correct. Ben was very close to moving in the direction his subconscious was pulling him and violence was not that far away. I saw the fury in his eyes just before he got up to run out the door. Had he found them I was sure that he would have done violence. I was sure that he also felt the misery that had driven him to me and I knew he had to fight to stay sane but his coping tools were sadly incapable of handling this. I had to do something.

Ben was able to calm down on the walk back to my place. He had suffered two major shocks to his system in less than 72 hours and it was beginning to have an effect on him. I knew that without my help, he was moving more and more toward taking some drastic action. I was afraid that given his past, harm to himself was high on his list, even if he didn't see it for himself. I could see it building. Something had to be done.

Annabeth Chase

I was still waiting for a call back from the man that called yesterday. He said Ben was with him and that it wasn't smart for me to talk with him just yet. I didn't agree but since I didn't know who he was or where he and Ben were, I had no choice. I didn't know what else to do but wait. I had called the Manna House and told them I couldn't help them any more. George had called me three or four times now and I asked him each time not to call me again. This last time, I finally told him that Ben had seen us that time and George was shocked. He wanted to know what Ben said and I told him that Ben had left me and hadn't called me at all since. George was very sad to hear that, but then he asked me if I wanted to get together again. I told him that my marriage was the only thing on my mind right now and that was all I was concerned with. He promised to keep in touch but I just hung up without replying.

I had spent the last day wondering what the man meant when he asked me about Ben's parents. What in the world did that have to do with anything? I couldn't remember Ben saying anything other than they were killed in an accident. What kind of accident, I didn't know and Ben never said. Maybe it was important. I thought about it and then decided to take a chance and call Pearl, Ben's grandmother. I could ask her if she had any more information. That decided, I found her number and used my cell to call her. I wanted to keep the phone open in case the man called again.

I reached Pearl at her home and talked with her for a few minutes. It was hard since we didn't have much in common and she and I had never formed a bond. Ben was her only concern and she didn't have much left for others, including me. But, she was civil and I finally asked her about Ben's parents. Her response was weird. She fist asked me where Ben was. When I told her he was out of town on a job, she asked several questions, indicating she didn't believe me. She then asked me what he had told me and I said that he indicated they died in an accident. She was quiet at that but finally asked me if I had some time to come over to her place for a talk. I quickly agreed, intrigued now with her attitude.

When I arrived about an hour later, she was waiting for me. She asked me to sit in the little family room of her home and brought in a plate of cookies and a pot of tea. We sat and she poured, just like a little old lady of money. I knew that she came from a poor family so I assumed that there were affects that she had learned to try to rise above her early life. She seemed comfortable with it so I accepted her offer of tea.

"Now then, why the sudden interest in our Ben's family? Has something happened to make you curious?"

"No, not really. Someone asked me about it the other day and I realized I knew very little. Ben never seemed comfortable talking about it so I decided to ask you. I don't think he would mind."

"I'm sure he would mind, but that's not important. What happened is important and the reason for you asking might be very important. Did you do something that made Ben leave home?"

How in the hell did she know? Was it a lucky guess? I decided to continue with my bluff and see.

"Nothing happened. Ben is on a job like I said. I just wanted to know what really happened."

"I don't believe you girl. I don't know you well at all but I can tell when someone's lying. What'd you do to make him run?"

Shit! I had to tell her something so I decided on the truth. Maybe she would be shocked enough to tell me what really happened. So, I told her and she listened grimly when I got to the part about Ben seeing us together. That's when I knew there was trouble. Pearl just glared at me when I was finished and then she shook her head.

"OK, here's what happened. And you had best listen carefully cause you've opened a big can of worms. Here goes. Ben's mom and dad both killed themselves. His dad first when he was 8 and his mom a year later. That's why I raised him from nine years old on. He never knew what happened until later when he turned eighteen. By then he was already formed and it didn't make no mind."

"I don't understand. What does that have to do with me and what Ben saw?"

"Pauline, Ben's mother, my daughter, cheated on his father, Howard. Pauline told Howard about it and it broke his heart. He tried to deal with it but he couldn't. He waited about two months and then put a shotgun to his mouth and pulled the trigger. Pauline found him that way, coming home from her work. Seems he left her a note, but she told me the note was very bad and she tore it up rather than keep it. But it was already too late. Pauline tried to keep it together and raise Ben but she couldn't get over what she had done to Howard. She wrote Ben a letter, explaining it all and then killed herself by slitting her own wrists. She bled to death in her bed, laying there plain as day for her son to find."

"My God. That's insane. How could they do that to a little boy, leaving him alone like that? What was the matter with them?"

I was appalled at the cruelty of what they did until I suddenly realized the implications! Ben had witnessed me doing the same thing his mother had! I had cheated on him, just as his mother cheated on his father! I looked at Pearl, understanding now what she was trying to tell me.

"Oh, my God. What have I done?" 

"More than you know girl. Ben grew up believing his parents had left him behind intentionally. He was angry with them and he never forgave either of them. Once he read the letter, he could understand what they did, but it was too late and he didn't accept it. They left him. That's all he knew and it started with his mother's betrayal of his father. Now do you see?"

I saw and I understood. I knew now what the man meant when he asked me those questions and told me to stay away right now. He knew! Ben must have told him. He must have thought that I cheated knowing the history. He must have thought me cruel and stupid! But, really wasn't I?"

Ben Chase

Bill wanted to talk some more that evening but I didn't. I was feeling a little funny now and maybe that was because everything was finally beginning to sink in. I was no longer angry at Beth. She wasn't worth my anger. She was just a cheating spouse, and they were all too common. Just common whores, just like my mother. And just like my mother, Beth had destroyed our marriage. Well, I would deal with her, but not like my father. He took the easy way out. I wouldn't. Beth would pay.

Bill Austin

Ben was far too calm and quiet for my taste. I wanted to talk but he seemed to be too withdrawn and refused to be drawn into a conversation. It worried me a lot, but I couldn't force him. Maybe by tomorrow, he would be in a better frame of mind. I'd wait and see. When Ben bid me goodnight, I relaxed a little. A good night's sleep would be good for him and we could go into some things tomorrow. 

Ben Chase

I got up early while it was still dark. Bill was asleep as I collected my things and carried them out to my car. I had decided last night to end this farce. I had to go back to Chester to set things right and make sure Beth paid. It was the right thing to do. When I made the decision, it just felt right and my stomach relaxed and I felt calm. I was quiet since I didn't want to try to explain to Bill what I was going to do. I did write him a note, giving him my address in Chester so that he could send me a bill for all I owed him. I decided that was only fair since he had gone to so much trouble for me. 

I left that morning at just before 6:00 a.m. and it felt good to be heading home. I pulled onto the interstate and set the cruise control and tried to make my plans. It had to be done right away. She couldn't be allowed too much time to try to make it more difficult. I wanted to have it done. I smiled as I anticipated the pain she would feel when I delivered the killing blow. Maybe she could begin to experience some of what I was feeling. I doubted it since she apparently didn't have any feelings for me. If she had, she could never have done that to me. Well, she wouldn't be able to do it much longer. I would see to that.

I drove straight through, taking just under two days to return home. I used my cell to call work and tell them that I was taking two weeks emergency leave to attend to personal matters. I left all the necessary instructions to make sure my people could carry on with the project. Once that was taken care of, I called a few other people that I needed to complete my plans. I would deal with them in person once I got back in town. The last thing I did was make a reservation at the Holiday Inn Express just off the interstate and just seven miles from my house. I wasn't going to let Beth know I was back in town. I wanted to make sure she stayed home where I could find her when it was time. Time for her to pay the final price for her treachery. Dad made a mistake, but I wouldn't! He had hurt himself over her betrayal instead of her, but not me! No sir, she was the one that had to pay! 

Bill Austin

When I found the note and Ben gone, I knew I had to call Mrs. Chase and let her know that she might be in danger. I had the distinct impression that Ben had not intended to hurt himself. I feared rather for her. I feared he was going to try to harm his wife. I had to get word to her right away. It would take him some time to get home and she could use the time to get away and go somewhere he couldn't harm her.

I got the number from my office and called her again. She answered on the first ring.

"Hello? Is this you Ben?"

"Hello Mrs. Chase, it's Bill Austin, the one that called you two days ago. Do you remember?"

"Yes, of course. How is Ben? Is he there and can I talk to him? I understand now what you were trying to ask me the last time and I didn't know then, but I do now. Please, let me talk to him. It's important that I tell him what I must. Please?"

"Mrs. Chase, listen to me. Ben isn't here now. He's on his way back to Chester and I'm worried. He let me a note telling me that he's going to fix things right this time. He's referring to his father. I think he may be planning on harming you instead of himself as his father did. I believe he thinks his father was wrong in taking his own life. He feels that he should have done something to his mother instead. Do you understand me?"

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds. I hoped that I had gotten through to her that she was in real danger. She had to believe that so she could take appropriate actions to protect herself.

"Ben wouldn't hurt me, Mr. Austin. I believe that with all my heart. I know Ben and he isn't a violent person. He'll come home and let me explain. He is one of the most gentle and understanding men I have ever known. I believe in him and I'll wait for him. But thank you for letting me know."

"Please Mrs. Chase. Don't be foolish. Ben is in shock now and he is not predictable. I believe you are in danger. Please be careful."

"Thank you again Mr. Austin. I'll be fine and thank you for caring for Ben during this time. Goodbye."

I tried to convince her to change her mind but she had hung up. She didn't believe she was in danger but I did. I couldn't call the police because I had no proof other than my gut feelings. I would wait a couple of days and call back. I would hope for the best till then.




Like Father Like Son



As I walked into the city on the main street, Damrak, leading directly from Amsterdam's central train station, I nervously fingered the folded e-mail I'd been carrying tucked in my wallet for the past month and a half. Damrak changed into Rokin, and at the end of canal off the Amstel River, I made a right onto Heiligeweg.

I had thought of this possibility on and off for the whole cruise down the Rhine from Mainz to Amsterdam, but I hadn't really taken the chance it would work out as having the whisper of a prayer. We were at the end of our cruise and—magically—the opportunity had just clicked into place. We had a free afternoon in Amsterdam; our ship was docked right next to the Central Station, well within walking distance of the center of the city; and my wife had declared that she was off on a shopping spree with other women from the cruise and that I jolly well could find something to entertain myself for the afternoon.

Little did she know just how right she was.

I hadn't had an encounter with another man the entire two weeks of the voyage, and I was pent up with confused urges—I wanted to take someone and at the same time I also wanted to be taken. I'd been cooped up on a luxury river boat with a gaggle of aging widows too long. I needed release. And now all of the opportunities had fallen into place.

I passed the Bloemen Markt—the area of the morning wholesale flower market—and crossed two canals, and there, just as the e-mail had told me, was Kerkstraat and the prominent sign for Thermos, the renowned gay bar and sauna. I'd been able to tell for several streets that I was in the center of gay life in Amsterdam.

I stood there and swallowed hard. Until now I'd told myself I was just checking out where Cowboy's son's club was. I'd even decided I would have innocently passed by here if my wife and I had taken a walk through the streets of Amsterdam this afternoon—just to be able to tell Cowboy I had seen his son's place. My wife had voiced interest in seeing the red light district, which stretched between here and where the ship was docked, so continuing on to here would seem natural enough, and I could plausibly claim I didn't even know about this section of the city.

Cowboy was a legend in Bangkok, where we had twice lived before. He was an imposing and charismatic black former professional U.S. basketballer who had run afoul of the law and retreated to Thailand, where he had opened a chain of highly successful bars catering to the whole range of preferences—as he himself had done. He and I had had our moments in which he had demonstrated that the whispered claim that he had the biggest cock in Thailand could be credibly defended. But my wife had also known him as well, as he was one of the stars of the embassy bowling league and was celebrated throughout the international community in Thailand for his good humor and generosity in charity work.

We had continued to correspond over the years, and when our Christmas letter for this past year had informed him we were taking a Christmas and New Years cruise down the Rhine, ending in Amsterdam, Cowboy had messaged me that a son he'd sired on a Dutch woman, one of many by-blows, I was sure, owned and operated a gay club in the city and would, Cowboy was sure, love to meet and accommodate me. The son had had enough success as a middle-weight boxer in Europe that he'd managed to follow his father's footsteps as a club owner. I was sure there would be no opportunity to follow up on Cowboy's invitation, but I had folded the e-mail and stowed it away in my wallet and then just put the whole matter in the back of my mind.

But here I was. The e-mail had told me the club, named Chester's, the son's first name, could be found just steps from Thermos on Kerkstraat—and here, by the alignment of the stars and thanks to two weeks on a ship with people reminding me how fleeting life and desirability were, I stood, conflicted. I knew what I wanted, but I had resolved to behave myself on this vacation.

It wouldn't hurt just to see what kind of place the son had, though. I walked more than a block beyond Thermos but saw no evidence of the club. Almost relieved, I retraced my steps, ready to return to the ship. I'd let Cowboy know I looked for the club but couldn't find it.

And then the sign materialized as I got closer to Thermos. It didn't look like a club, though—more like a storefront gay porn shop specializing in magazines, videos, and DVDs. I went in just to make sure, asking the heavily tattooed and pierced clerk behind the register whether this was where the Chester Club was supposed to be. He assured me I was in the right place and guided me to the back of the shop, pulling aside a beaded curtain and ushering me into a small bar area that probably looked a lot better at night, filled with young men, than it did empty in the middle of the afternoon.

There was, however, a good-looking, well-built guy behind the bar, cleaning glasses, who seemed to know who I was when I asked him if Chester was around and that his father in Bangkok had suggested I look him up. The young man poured me a beer and showed me to a nearby banquette.

While I waited for whatever would happen next, a few middle-aged men drifted through, entering from the shop area through the beaded curtain and disappearing through another curtained door on the opposite wall.

The beer half gone, two men materialized from this second doorway. One, the bartender, returned to his duties and soon brought two more beers over to the banquette. The other young man, however, took my breath away. It was almost as if I had been transported back more than two decades in time. The man who came over to my table was a near duplicate of the Cowboy I had known, locked in the time when we both were twenty-five years younger. But he was even more studly than I remembered his father as having been. He was heavily muscled in keeping with his boxing background in contrast to his father's thinner stature and greater height, and he benefited from the softer features and color that came from the mixed American black and Dutch parentage. Chester had the same open, winning smile that served his father so well, though. And he was just as charismatic and welcoming as his father was.

We sat for a good half an hour, talking of his father and of Bangkok and of the son's life in Europe as well. It was clear that Cowboy hadn't just abandoned the son that his no doubt had so casually sired. And it was equally clear that the son worshipped the father. Chester's mannerisms and expressions were honestly inherited from the father, and I found myself beginning to ache for him as I had for his father decades earlier. Memories of his father's legendary cock working inside me flooded into my consciousness, and I was becoming quite horny.

While we talked, a few more men entered from the shop door and exited directly through the door at the rear. I watched this progression and my curiosity was piqued. Chester discerned not only that I was curious but also that I was in the need of attention. I have no doubt that when Cowboy informed his son that an old friend from Bangkok might be coming by, he had clearly spelled out the nature and extent of our friendship.

"Would you care to come back through that door those men have entered?" Chester asked me. "I think you might enjoy what we have back there."

I would have followed Chester anywhere at this point. The room he then took me into was darker than the club area, at least the half of the room he sat me in. The other half of the room, which was behind what might have been a one-sided glass window, was brightly lit. It was lined with a rich, blue velvet material—floor, walls, and ceiling—and there were divans of the same blue velvet scattered about on three levels rising to the back of the room. And draped on these divans were nearly a dozen naked, handsome young men, easily discoursing with each other, not paying any attention to what was happening on the dimly lit side of the glass.

Two of the men I had just previously seen entering this room while I was talking and drinking beer with Chester in the bar area were deep in conversation and negotiation with another man, who obviously was some sort of host. As I watched, fascinated, the host picked up a wall phone. All of the naked young men looked over to toward what appeared to be a speaker hanging on the wall, and a young blond smiled to the others, rose and blew them kisses, and exited through a door at the side of the room. One of the men on this side of the glass was ushered out of a door on the same side of the room. It didn't require much of my imagination to figure out what business was being conducted in this room.

"Do you see anything you like?" Chester asked me. "I can offer you any of these young men for half price—which we mark in these little packets." He held up silver-foil packets of condoms. "Because you are a friend of my father's, I can wave the house fee. It wouldn't be fair to wave the young man's fee as well, though. I apologize for that, but I'm sure you understand. For you, it would be 50 euros for one packet and another 25 for each succeeding one. More than three, though, and you would have to make an additional selection and pay the base 50 euro-fee again. I'm sure you can understand the need for that as well. We can't work our boys too hard. And for you, we needn't talk about session time limits. Are you interested? I would be very pleased to accommodate you."

My head was reeling. I'd never paid for sex before in my life and vowed I never would. But the circumstances were compelling here. Not only was my need great—and quite obvious to Chester as I watched the luscious young men on the other side of the glass move languidly around—but it also would be an insult to both father and son, I thought, if I refused the offer. Still, my mind was racing to surface all of the reasons to chicken out.

"They look so young," I said. "Too young."

"Ahh. This is Amsterdam," Chester said softly. "The age of consent in the Netherlands is sixteen, not eighteen as it is in the United States."

A mixture of relief and regret flooded into my body and the tension began to flow out. This was my out. I didn't have to fight farther with my demons.

"I am an American," I said, trying to fill my voice with regret. "I can't forget U.S. guidelines and I must admit that I agree with them. I just couldn't manage with the younger age, I'm afraid."

"That needn't be a problem," Chester countered smoothly. "That one and that one are over eighteen. Does either one appeal?" He had pointed them out by name, but I was too nervous and discombobulated by the situation to retain the names.

I was trapped. I looked at both of the young men he pointed out, and although they both, indeed, appealed to me, a willowy redheaded youth arrested my attention. I had wanted to fuck a man for days, and my attention had latched onto one of the waiters on the ship as my fantasy partner. There was enough of a similarity between the youth being offered to me here and the waiter of my fantasies that my juices started to flow and desire and the heat of animal rut began to push out all of my reasoning to the contrary. As my desire for the young man rose, however, it fought with an overriding desire for Chester himself. I couldn't help but wonder if he was as masterful a top as his father had been. But Chester hadn't offered himself, so I did what I could to concentrate on the redhead.

Clearly pleased both with my choice and that I had chosen—and that I had bought two packets—Chester led me through a door while the young man was called forth and exited from the glassed room. We met in the hallway beyond the room. Chester said something to the young man in Dutch, and the young man smiled shyly at me—his expression one of complete openness and willingness. Either he was a consummate actor or he was pleased with what he saw in me, an attitude that heightened my desire for him.

Leaving Chester behind, the young man preceded me up two narrow flights of stairs. Watching his butt cheeks tighten and loosen as we went up the stairs, I couldn't help myself—I reached between his legs from in back and caressed his cock, which began to fill out. He turned to me with a smile, and we engaged in our first tender kiss there on the stairs before he turned and climbed more slowly now, his thighs bowed out around my invading hand.

From the third floor landing, we entered a small, but well-appointed bed chamber with a double bed in the center and mirrors on all walls and the ceiling over the bed. A small bath with a shower was located through another door in the wall. Immediately upon entering the room, the young man slowly undressed me, and we engaged in some lip work and hand exploration before he led me into the bath and we showered together. He soaped me and then knelt and sucked me to fullness in the shower. He opened the first packet and crowned my cock, and I spent my initial 50 euros taking him, both of us standing, from the rear against the Dutch tiles of the shower under a fine misting of water.

He was well-schooled in his trade and made me feel like I was taking a fresh, yet willing virgin for the first time.

When he had cum for me and I had cum in him, he rolled off the condom and disposed of it and then soaped and rinsed me off again. He then toweled me and I stood there and watched and reloaded as he put on a show while he toweled himself off.

When I was engorging again, he went over to the bed and sat at the foot of the mattress, laid back on the bed, spread his legs, and raised his arms in a come-hither motion.

I came hither and hunched over him. We kissed as he played with my nipples and I with his. As my cock stiffened, he widened and raised his legs farther and I rubbed my cock up an down in his ass crack and across his puckered hole and began and increasingly intrusive and frenzied dance of rubbing along his hole and poking at it with my prick.

He was moaning and writhing under me, giving a good show of wanting and needing what I had to give him but being fearful to give up his "virginity." I'd never had this feeling of taking a young man for the first time again and again before, it was driving me wild. He barely had time to roll the second condom on me before I was thrusting myself inside him, taking him with vigor and a force that I could no longer control.

He was arching his back and bucking against me and crying out his ravishment so loudly that I didn't hear Chester enter the room until I felt his strong hands on my hips. I looked around in surprise, not being able to turn really, because my cock was buried in the redhead's ass to the hilt, but Chester pulled away enough for me to see that he was only wearing a condom.

He was even more magnificent and muscle-hard than I had remembered his father to be, and what he was swinging between his legs rivaled his father and would make the old man proud. He was a beautiful, glistening, hard chocolate brown, and my knees went weak at the sight of him.

He covered me closely from behind, his cock running up the small of my back, and after kissing me possessively on the lips when I turned my head to him, he nuzzled the hollow of my neck with his lips and whispered in my ear that what he was going to give me was a present from his father—in memory of our good times together. Then he knelt behind me and worked my asshole with his tongue as he guided my stroking inside the redhead with his beefy palms on my hips.

It wasn't only the redhead who was sighing and moaning now.

There was no waiting for it when Chester was satisfied with his preparations and stood behind me. He thrust inside me in a long, gliding stroke just as I remembered his father doing, and while he rode me hard and deep, memories of the Cowboy technique flooded in and I writhed and flipped off into a seventh heaven of my own, being barely aware of the warm wetness of the redhead spouting up my belly followed quickly by my own ejaculation. Then the redhead was gone and Chester pushed me up on the bed on my belly, straddled my hips between his strong thighs, pulling my legs together and tightening my ass channel more closely around his thrusting cock—which just kept jack hammering down into me as he pushed down on my shoulders with his hands. I was exhausted when I heard him cry out and felt the condom balloon out with his semen deep inside me.

Chester left me briefly, but then both he and the redhead reappeared and pushed me over on my side. The redheaded youth exchanged my spent condom for a fresh one—which I hadn't purchased. But before I could point that out, he had come down on the bed and nestled his back against my chest and guided my recovered cock inside him from the rear. Then Chester, freshly sheathed, came down behind me, sandwiching me—me sidesplitting the redhead and Chester sidesplitting me—in a languid three-way fuck that lasted for a good half hour.

When I felt I was able to walk again and Chester and I were cooling down with a postcoital beer in now more active bar downstairs, I pointed out that we hadn't settled the bill and that I was quite willing to pay for the extra packets. Chester just laughed, though, and said that he hadn't believed it, but his father had been right—that I had been as entertaining for Chester as he had been asked to be for me and that he'd cover the redhead's fees himself.

It's wasn't particularly late, but it was dark as I walked briskly back to the ship through streets of the red light district of Amsterdam—paying no attention to the undulations and invitations of the scantily, black-laced-clad women in the glass windows. My thoughts were still in the thrall of the Cowboy and Chester duo. Like father like son—and a very good like it was.



Like Father Like Son



Roni was not one for self analysis and introspection. It just wasn't part of her emotional make-up. It was one of those days though and she was happy to settle in for the evening by herself. She didn't expect to spend it thinking but she was all the same. She turned 48 years old tomorrow. She should feel older than she did. She was tired, admittedly, but she didn't feel old.

Her Friday was utter chaos. She was barely juggling all the things in her life as it was. Looking back on the last three years she was amazed she kept them all going at all. She had decided to spend tonight putting things in some kind of order but the way they flew through her mind she was beginning to think that was impossible.

First and foremost she had a decision to make. She had two invitations for Saturday. She had two invitations for every day. Even when she was younger she had never juggled two men at once. There were 6 weeks at the end of her marriage when she was sleeping with her physical trainer but that didn't count. Tomorrow she was faced with all day invitations from her boyfriend and her boy-toy. Fucka Ducka. She poured another glass of wine.

Three years ago tonight she had gone out to dinner with her husband. He was a dick, she knew it. Everyone knew it. No one was joining them to celebrate because no one could stand him. Repeatedly her friends had tried to talk her into girls' night out but he had stressed how important the night was. He had a special gift and they needed to talk. He pulled out an envelope. If she planned on staying with him she was going to get her fat ass in shape. He told her to enjoy her fatty Italian food because that crap was over or he was going to find someone younger and hotter.

She went to the gym the next day. She signed up with a trainer. It took her three sessions to blow him and five to finally sleep with him. She was divorced 5 months later. He was a dick about that too. He fought over everything including their nearly grown children and a coffee table. Good riddance. She toasted herself. She took a bite of dark chocolate and recalled the first night with her boy-toy.

Her first date after the divorce had been with a short, ugly, and almost entirely obnoxious little man. She was happy it was nothing but dinner and cringed when his number came up on the cell phone the next morning. He started by saying he couldn't stop thinking about her. She apologized but was blunt; she simply did not want to see him again. He answered in kind. He didn't call her to fuck her; he called her to hire her. Two weeks later she sold advertising for a radio conglomerate. Her focus, he said, was the Spanish language stations. She was tall, blonde, with great tits and spoke Spanish. There would be no stopping her. There wasn't.

There was also a sound engineer at the station. He was tall and delicious. He was impossibly young. He was unstoppable. She eventually gave in. Nathaniel drug her to concerts of bands she had never heard of. He took her to street fairs and bought her gyros. His kisses were desperate. His youthful exuberance a force she could not resist. She took up hot yoga and he ravaged her almost nightly. She finally broke down and told him she couldn't use him anymore. He replied simply, yes she could.

Her wine glass was dry, it was dark, she lit a candle rather than turn on a light. She lay in her bed contemplating the boy. She could call him and he would come over. She tired to fantasize about him storming in and taking her. There was nothing to stop her, rather, there shouldn't have been anything to stop her. It would be a fun way to kick off her birthday. She thought about keeping him all weekend. He had made the offer. In the front of her mind she thought it was too bad her daughter had come in for the weekend. In the back of the mind she knew that wasn't the reason he wasn't coming over that night. Fucking Ozzie, she thought. He had a way of disturbing her plans unexpectedly.

She first met him when she wanted to have him fired. Nathan had seduced her through text messages into meeting him in an empty studio after hours. She was embarrassed he could talk her into it so easily but had finally given in. He was working. He had 3 minutes and 37 seconds. She was waiting when he threw the door open. She pulled up her skirt as he dropped his pants. He took her like an animal crouched low behind the board. She took the pounding and made use of the sound proof booth. She came quickly, she came loudly, she came hard and he was gone. 

She knew just enough about the control board to flip on the current broadcast. The first button triggered the alternative rock station; the second three she knew would fill the room with tejano guitars and drums. She pressed the last button, it glowed red and the booth filled with soothing 70's rock, a jazz fusion type piece by Steely Dan. It was remixed and she liked the addition of the deeper tones available to a modern broadcast. She was learning radio. She was still warm from the brisk but short fuck and she thought she heard a woman's moans blend in behind the synthesizers and keyboards of the old recording. She pressed her legs together at the thoughts it inspired.

She was listening to the song, and the woman, come to a crescendo simultaneously and was thinking about how badly she needed her young lover back again when it suddenly struck her what she was hearing. She sat on the floor in shock, her stupor interrupted only by the gravelly voice of the late night jock thanking his producer for slipping away from the board long enough for him to throw together the little mix he had just played. She flew from the room aggravated by her inability to slam the heavy glass door.

He sat in the last studio, a smug grin on his face. She tugged at the door to no avail, the magnetic lock secured from his board. He spun the turntable on the next track, he was the only one left that still spun vinyl, it was his thing and had gotten him syndicated on at least a dozen of the company's stations. He clicked a button and his voice came through the speakers above her. "Blame Nate!" 

He winked at the boy. The boy shrugged at her. Turning on them both she stormed from the building. She had thought he was the janitor! 

His come-on had been subtle, the very opposite of her boy toy. She continued to slip away every chance she got with young Nathaniel but the older man showed a certain flair. She would find CD's on her desk. She made a show of throwing them out in front of other people but would quietly retrieve them before she left. She would drive home with the familiar sounds of music she loved playing through the radio. Her daughter had stolen a couple and teased her about the boy making mix tapes for her. Over time the crotchety old bastard wore her down. She had to admit she was charmed by the quiet in his gray eyes and was desperate to meet Fleetwood Mac in person.

She went to the concert with him as "coworkers." He grinned and went along with it. She expected him to be working the show, she expected him to disappear to record the short canned interviews with the performers. When she turned to enter the station's temporary studio he took her hand and led her off another direction. He slipped into a large steel door as a bouncer grabbed her purse to inspect it. Finally free of the bouncer and cleared for entry she opened the door to see him in the open arms of Stevie Nicks. Fucking Ozzie, she thought.

He was supposed to drive her back to the station to get her car. A little stoned on rock-star quality weed, she suggested a night cap. He took her to a neighborhood dive bar where everyone seemed to know him. Sipping a beer she watched him as he was seduced onstage. He played a set while she drank too much and thought about attacking the tall, grizzly, gray bearded guitarist. She'd never done a musician.

He didn't wait for the next morning. He was gone maybe 10 minutes when her phone rang. 

"You left your car at the studio."

"You called me about my car?"

"Not really."

"Wow. You played me like your fucking guitar."

"I play Sax too."

"You would."

"Breakfast?"

"No. I have an early meeting."

"Early breakfast then?"

"I have to sleep."

"You aren't ready to go to sleep. You're hungry and you want me again."

"I do?"

"Breakfast?"

"Fine." She pressed end before he could say anything else. She hadn't set the phone down even when the doorbell rang. He had coffee and gourmet fucking croissants. The coffee was cold before she got to it.

She found herself in a life of deception. Her friends teased her; with her cougar figure she needed a boy toy. She was embarrassed to admit hers was probably half her age. Her ex-husband, jealous of her newfound success as the Mexican radio sales goddess sneered insults about the geriatric sugar daddy she had to be keeping on the side. She snickered to herself that he was actually a degenerate old hippie.

She found herself juggling her social calendar like a master performer. A Tuesday spent beneath Nathaniel's perfect body, was followed by a Wednesday afternoon hidden away listening to jazz and falling victim to the skills of the old musicians fingers. She would find herself justifying herself. Nathaniel was mature for his age. Ozzie kept himself amazingly trim and fit for someone as old as he was. She spent a late night sorting through his apartment admiring the odd collection of memorabilia piled on shelves. She spent a hot afternoon in the park watching her boy scamper about playing an odd mixture of Frisbee and football admiring his bare chest and letting impure thoughts of what he would do to her after a shower. Or maybe no shower! 

She sat with her friends in a dark old nightspot downtown watching his fingers and letting the sounds of Ozzie's guitar seduce her yet again. "I know him from work, he's a DJ," she told them, dismissing his charms when he came over to chat.

"No one can know I am seeing you." she would tell each of them as she slipped out of their bedrooms. She expected it all to come crashing down around her any day. She finished the bottle and checked her phone. No calls, a single Text from her daughter. She would be home soon. She finished the bottle and waited. 

They had both asked her to the same Rock-a-Billy concert that night. She had wanted to go. She hated that she knew exactly who she wanted to go with and put it out of her mind. Her daughter arrived. She opened another bottle of wine and sat gossiping with the young woman her little girl had become. She was a dead ringer for what Roni looked like at her age. Tired from a plane flight and dinner with her father, Stephanie disappeared to the guest room. 

Roni had learned something recently. Being drunk brought out honesty. She was just a little bit too drunk. She picked up her phone. She dialed.

Talking to voicemail, "Nathan, love. I'm so sorry. As much as I would love to spend the weekend with you I don't think I'm going to be able to. Call me Sunday."

She sat staring at the phone. He was at the concert still, she figured. She dialed again waiting for voicemail.

"Hey." His gravelly voice surprised her.

"Hey back at you."

"What's up?"

"You don't sound happy to hear from me."

"I don't know if I am or not yet."

"Is that offer still open for the lake tomorrow?"

"You know it is. You have to meet my son though. I thought I would have a back-up in case you decided to chicken out."

"That's the thing. I have to bring Stephanie, my daughter. Is that okay?"

"You are going to introduce me to your daughter?"

"Is that okay."

"Am I your boyfriend?"

"Aren't you a little old to be a boyfriend."

"Are you one to talk? It is your birthday."

"Are you going to rub that in all day? I won't go."

"I'll rub whatever you want."

"Shut up."

"9:00 then. Make me eggs." 

"Not likely." Fucking Ozzie, she thought.

"Good night."

"Good night."

The text had come in while she was on the phone. "np. ttyl" She was a little sad but felt all the more sure of herself. She wandered back to bed, already missing her boy toy.

She broke the news to her daughter over coffee. She wasn't sure exactly what kind of reaction she expected, but a giant hug surprised her. How did she not even know she was dating? How could she be all secretive? What was the deal? Was he a younger man?

Roni smiled to herself at the thought of it. They gossiped and Roni described him in loving detail like a teenager fawning over her crush. Her daughter teased her for giving it up for a musician. Roni watched the clock and at a quarter to nine got up and went to the fridge.

"What are you doing?"

"Cooking eggs. And just stop before you even start!"

When Ozzie rang the bell Stephanie beat her to the door. She giggled and fawned over him like a groupie. She knew him from the radio and was all that more excited. 

"You too are not allowed to talk about me or I'm not going." She scolded them.

"I'm in love with your mom." Roni blushed at the thought.

"Oh my god! She's in love with you, too! She's making eggs!"

"One more word and someone's getting a frying pan to the skull." All the same, she smiled as she scrambled two eggs together with some sausage she hoped desperately had not gone bad.

His truck was older but immaculate. She sat watching him as he drove and talked about old concerts. Stephanie hung on every word. His son had the boat at the lake. As he pulled into the parking lot and she saw the old red sport utility attached to the sporty little ski boat a single thought ran through her head. Despite her best efforts, she muttered it under her breath.

"Oh, fuck."

"Guess you didn't know..." he smiled back at her. It was that insidious little grin he had the first time she had met him.

"Ozzie Knight... That's like, a stage name?"

"Gustafson doesn't really roll off the lips."

"Nathaniel Gustafson?"

As if he was reading an introduction, the tall long haired boy, sans shirt and in swim trunks, rose from the boat and waved. "Nathaniel Oswald Gustafson III"

"Mom! He's gorgeous!" Stephanie yanked off her T-shirt releasing her bountiful chest and bikini top. "Girls, go to work!" She commanded her breasts and swung open the back door of the truck. She nearly fell to the concrete.

"He figured it out last night."

"You knew though, from the very start."

"Yeah... You mad?" She had gone silent. She was mad but she would get over it. She was doing math in her head. He said something once, high school sweetheart... 

"So... 25, 26?"

"Nate's 26."

"So..."

"I'm 45... I know. It's the gray beard. I should shave it." They were both silent. They watched Nate show Stephanie around the boat preparing to put it in the water. The girls were indeed working their magic. "Is that a problem, I heard you like younger men.

Fucking Ozzie, she thought to herself. "Did you bring beer?"

"Lots."

"Isn't it a little sick? I mean..."

"Sorta. But we're a family of musicians. That shit happens."



Like Father, Like Son



I've been married to Giles for 10 years. In all of those years I had never met his father, who'd left his wife and young family when he'd emigrated to Australia with a younger woman. 

Last year all that changed. Gordon, Giles' father, made contact and arranged a family reunion. Reluctantly, Giles agreed to go. It was at this strained family get together that Gordon, a handsome, tanned man in his 60s, introduced himself to me. Giles was very annoyed, and even accused me of flirting with his dad. I was rather familiar, but I've never attempted to hide my curvy figure, and Giles has always encouraged me to dress teasingly, almost to the point of being tarty. 

Tensions became even greater the following day, when I informed Giles that I'd invited his father for a meal that evening. In protest, Giles packed an overnight bag and told me that he intended spending the night with one of his mates in London. Rather than cancel, I was even more determined that my arrangements with Gordon should go ahead. 

He arrived exactly at the time we'd agreed and my attempts to apologise for his son's absence were accepted. Throughout the evening I was aware that Gordon was stealing glances down my cleavage, as my dress offered a revealing view of my ample breasts. The more wine I drank, the more uninhibited I became, crossing my legs to flash him a glimpse of my nylon-clad thighs. 

Struggling to open another bottle of wine, Gordon supported my tipsy efforts by placing his large hands over mine. Drawing the bottle of wine into my cleavage he then guided my fingers up and down the bottleneck. At this point I became aware of his erection pushing into my buttocks. Gordon began nuzzling my throat and shoulders, cupping my tits before finally sliding his fingers down my cleavage and squeezing my fleshy boobs. 

He now brought his other hand around the front before easing the dress off my shoulders and removing my bra, letting my tits spill out. My nipples responded to his rather rough handling and soon became swollen and stubby. Suddenly I realised how much my tingling pussy was yearning for a cock, his cock, my father's cock. Switching his attention to other areas, Gordon hitched the hem of my tight dress up and over my hips and swiftly pulled my panties down. I found myself parting my legs, involuntarily. 

Grasping the worktop to keep my balance I realised we were fully illuminated through the patio window and I was about to protest when Gordon unzipped himself, making me aware that it was far too late. I felt him lower his body slightly and braced myself for penetration. Instead he slid his hard cock between my wet thighs until his length protruded just below my pussy, but not entering it. Gordon then slammed his hot rod into me, spearing into my wet tunnel, forcing me to gasp. Pushing my arse towards his cock I clenched my cheeks in response to his rhythmic thrusts. It was pure fucking and I loved it. In fact, the only disappointment came when he tensed and emptied his bollocks deep into my cunt before I managed to come. 

Regaining his composure, Gordon whispered, "Let's go upstairs." I wasn't going to object, I needed an orgasm. What I hadn't considered was the cold and wet sensation I experienced when I attempted to negotiate the stairs in such a disheveled state. Fluid literally ran down my inner thighs, but fortunately the tops of my stockings soaked up the sticky stream. 

Once in my bedroom I let him undress me and then removed his clothes. Gordon sat on the edge of the bed and guided me onto my knees. I began to lick him all over his body, paying special attention to his swollen purple knob. After a while, Gordon eased my head free of his cock and slid three fingers into my gaping hole. Then he mounted me and, determined to pull him in even deeper, I wrapped my legs around his shoulders. As the pace of our fucking increased he began to shout obscenities, making me repeat them after him. Hearing him call me a "cock hungry adulterous slut" triggered a sensation more intense than I've ever felt with Giles. I groaned loudly, climaxed, and clung to him while he filled my pussy with thick spunk. 

I parted my legs as wide as possible and Gordon positioned himself above me and penetrated me again. Like a cheap whore I was content to just lie there. I told him to call me a slut again, but before he could say anything, He'd shot his seed up into my womb again. 

When Giles returned home the following day I told him that I'd cancelled the meal at the last moment. Satisfied with my apparent climb-down, the subject was never mentioned again. However, six weeks later I discovered I was pregnant, and since Giles always insists on wearing a condom, there really can only be one explanation. Now, six months later, my breasts and belly are swollen, but fortunately, Giles loves my inflated figure. Sex is more comfortable with Giles entering me from behind, which is ironic considering his father's preference for that position.



Like Father, Like Son



Hi, my name is Janet, I'm a 37 year-old mother of one. I have a daughter, Julia, 18, who just went away to college and a stepson, Shawn, who is also 18 and is a senior in high school. My second marriage was to Shawn’s father, Bart. We were married for 7 wonderful years before he passed away in a car wreck three years ago. Shawn and I have always gotten along, he always treated me with respect and our relationship has always been a friendly one, in fact he has always called me by name. 

Since Bart’s death I had not been able to find a man that was able to please me sexually, that is until recently. A few months ago I found a man that has all the things I desire, the problem is that it was Shawn. I found myself fighting very strong desires to invite Shawn into my bed, let me start from the beginning. 

My first marriage was a disaster. I married right out of high school to an older guy (he was 25, I was 18) I thought I loved. I got pregnant and he turned out to be a bum. He wouldn’t keep a job, he wanted to lay around on his ass and drink beer all day. I worked full time and with him not working much the bills started piling up. That was bad enough but he also couldn’t have made me cum if his life depended on it. We finally divorced and a few years later I met Shawn’s dad.

Besides being a great person, Bart showed me what great sex was about. He always brought me powerful orgasms and complete satisfaction. For me, there is no issue over whether or not size matters. Shawn’s father was well endowed and I can say that a mans size didn’t matter to me, that is until I met Bart. I have rarely dated since his death because I’m a true size queen and I do not get much pleasure from guys with just average size equipment. The few times I have slept with other men have resulted in disappointment, for both of us, so I have resigned myself to masturbation sessions with my 8” glass dildo. Oh how I miss my man!!

Julia had left for college and Shawn was going into his last year of high school. It was the first day of Shawn’s senior high school year. I had just finished dressing for work when I heard his alarm go off several times. Shawn is certainly not a morning person and his alarm was set to the loudest possible level. The past few years I would send Julia upstairs to make sure he got up. Since she was gone I decided that I needed to go upstairs and wake him. I went upstairs to knock on his door. I lightly knocked and the door opened a bit, it was not closed completely, he didn't answer. I opened the door and peaked in to speak and was stopped dead in my tracks. Shawn was asleep on top of the covers, naked, and my jaw must have dropped when I noticed that he had been blessed with his father’s endowment. My knees grew weak as I scanned my eyes upon his muscular, streamlined body and his large flaccid cock clinging to the contour of his inner thigh. He did have a strong resemblance to Bart, but it never crossed my mind that he may take this feature after his father.

As I stood there staring, guilt entered mind, at the same time a flood also filled my pussy thinking of the pleasure he must give his girlfriends. I felt a hot flash run through my body and I made myself close the door and knock loudly and yell his name to wake him. My mind was racing as I went back downstairs and put his breakfast on the table. I left for work in haste before he made it downstairs. When I started driving to work I realized how wet I really was, I could smell my own juices!

It was hard to concentrate at work that day. Sexual needs and desires that I had been able to suppress for years had now resurfaced. The foundation of my soul had been shaken and I was ashamed that I lusted and desired Shawn……but I could not get the sight of him laying there naked out of my mind, what a man he was!!!! I would never look at Shawn the same again, I knew, but I could not allow myself to give in to the many thoughts of having this young stud join me in my bed and bringing me pleasure. I told myself that these feelings would fade with time, but I also continued thinking of the many orgasms he could bring me. 

The next two nights I fucked my glass dildo hard and had good orgasms. Of course, I was fantasizing about Shawn, but I told myself that as long as it didn’t go any farther than this, everything would be fine. I was kidding myself of course, because deep down I wanted him, and I wanted him to want me. Thereafter when I needed to wake Shawn I made sure his door was completely closed before knocking and was able to resist looking in his room, but it was hard to do. 

Then weeks later I had a dream. In my dream Shawn’s father was giving me a good fucking, I could not see his face but I knew it was Bart because his cock was filling me perfectly and causing me to cum in buckets. In my dream I came over and over again as he pounded me relentlessly with his huge rod. Then he shot a huge load inside me and when we were finished he smiled at me, I could see his face……and it was Shawn!!!! I woke up out of breath, sweating, confused, and horny. My panties were soaked through and my juices were running down the inside of my thighs. My conscience fought back and forth “You’ll never be happy unless you fuck him, go ahead, you’re not actually related…” “how could I think that? He probably wouldn’t want me anyway.” I was so worked up and I desperately needed to cum. I masturbated with a fury but couldn’t make myself cum. The dream had my mind all messed up and I knew I’d never fall back asleep until I came. 

I was restless as I laid awake for what seemed like hours. I looked at the clock, 3am. I started talking myself into going up to Shawn’s room, just to take a look at his manhood. “he’s a very deep sleeper, just go take a look, what’s it going to hurt?” I took off my wet panties, put on a dry pair and slipped on my short silk robe and swiftly walked with determination up the stairs to his room. I quietly opened his door and allowed my eyes to adjust to the dim moonlit room as I slowly walked to his bed. He was naked, asleep on his back and only the sheet covered him from the waist down. I tip toed over to the edge of his bed and looked at his well-chiseled arms and chest. I gently pulled back the sheet and there it was. His perfect cock, mighty and large, and completely shaved.

I gently sat down on the bed beside him. “Touch it!” my mind cried. “No, I shouldn’t.” “God, look at it, you’ll never cum tonight unless you at least touch it. Go ahead, touch it just like you used to touch his fathers!” Bart loved the way I could get him excited just by touching him. His cock was very sensitive to the touch and through the years I had learned that he liked for his cock to be touched lightly and gently to get him hard. He loved the way I used my fingertips to touch him in certain spots, like right under the head on the shaft, just barely moving them. Then I would place my fingers somewhere else and tease him more. I would do this until he got rock hard and could take no more, then I would start stroking him harder. Would Shawn’s cock react the same way?

My hand reached for his tool. My fingertips made contact with the shaft. It was warm and soft and I centered my concentration on sending energy to the tips of my fingers. They lightly massaged and delicately explored the length of his shaft. My pussy was flooding again, it felt so invigorating to rub a beautiful cock again. I told myself that this had gone far enough, then a thought popped up.

“Pick it up, hold it in your hand, just for a second.” I gently wrapped my fingers around it and lifted it away from his thigh, looking at him to make sure he stayed asleep. His soft cock was heavy and it felt so good to hold a big cock in my hand once again. I held it up for a few seconds admiring it, I was about to lay it back down, and go satisfy myself. But then something happened. Shawn had not even stirred but I noticed something, his cock was slowly getting bigger in my hand, ….he was starting to get hard!!!!!

“Leave now!!” “No, I can’t, I have to see it when it’s hard!” His cock grew bit by bit and I allowed my fingers to tenderly massage small areas of the shaft. My pussy was on fire as I felt his cock reacting to my touches. I didn’t know how long I could keep doing this, Shawn was a very deep sleeper but at the first sign of him waking, I would have to run. The once wrinkled skin smoothing out and becoming tight. My fingers were now stroking a larger area, Shawn still had not moved. The head was swelling and my whole body had become an orgasm waiting to happen. Finally, his cock was fully erect and I was lost in joy of having it in my hand. 

His cock was shaped just like his dads, long, thick shaft with a slight ‘banana’ bend. The head was big and bulbous and even the veins seemed to be in the same locations. But it was not a carbon copy, Shawn was just a bit larger than his dad. “Now I know why you have so many girls after you.” I thought to myself. I tightened my grip and started stroking the length of his shaft and soon precum started oozing out of the slit. I wondered what he must have been dreaming about as I milked more and more precum out of him so that soon it started running down all over the head. I coated my fingertips in the clear juice, he still was deep in sleep. 

I used my lubricated fingers to coat his shaft and I tightened my grip even more as I stroked his slick pole. Then, unexpectedly, he opened his mouth slightly and started breathing harder and then his cock fired. The first blast caught me off guard. As it shot high into the air over my shoulder, my robe had fallen open and I quickly adjusted my position and the aim so that his remaining blasts would hit my belly. As I stroked, rope after rope of jism fired forcefully from his cock and warmed my belly with each splat. Finally his orgasm stopped, he turned his head to the side but did not wake. I gently laid his slowly deflating cock down and ran down the steps to my bed.

For the second time that night I completely soaked a pair of panties, I took them off and ripped off my robe and ran my fingers in the cream he had just shot all over me. I rubbed it in my pussy and over my clit and had an earth shattering orgasm. I came so hard that juices shot out of my pussy as I came. I then fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning I was beating myself up for what I did. Shawn came down for breakfast was in a jovial mood. He was happy and talkative. Then as I was leaving for work I was shocked when Shawn said “You look really good today, I like that dress, you’re a knockout!” I had seen Shawn stealing looks at me from time to time in the past, but this was the first time he ever made a comment like that. His comment made me feel better about myself and I told myself, “if he’s so happy, I should be too, I’ve done nothing wrong!!” I would just have to somehow not let things go any farther. But I wanted to feel him inside me so badly, we would be alone in the house for the whole school year, what would I do if I got in a situation where…………??????? I was going to find out very soon.

Two days latter (Friday) Shawn left to go mountain bike riding with a friend after school. He was gone about an hour when I got a phone call from a guy I had dated a few times. He wanted to go out again and I was trying nicely to tell him I wasn’t interested. He was a nice man, but he was absolutely terrible in bed. As we were talking I heard Shawn walk in the house. I thought it strange that he was back so soon. “Jan!” he called out. I came out of the kitchen to see him standing there; I noticed his ankle was bleeding. I told Tom I’d call him back and hung up the phone.

“What happened?”

“I kind of had an accident.” I went over to inspect the cuts more closely. Shawn had about five cuts on his ankle and shin, one was pretty deep but I didn’t think it would need stitches.

“Okay, you’ll live, come into the bathroom and I’ll fix you up.”

“Ok, nurse Jan.” He teased. I got out the butterfly tape and some stuff to clean his wounds. I had Shawn lean against the sink and I sat down on the edge of the tub. He explained to me how he had his accident as I started cleaning his cuts. Soon, I was about finished patching him up.

“Who was on the phone?”

“Tom, he wants me to go out with him tonight.” I said, never looking up. There was a moment of silence as I wrapped his ankle in gauze.

“Would you do me a favor, stay home tonight, take care of me?”

I giggled “Shawn, you’re not hurt that bad.”

“Not my ankle, I want you to take care of this.” With that he slid his shorts down and stood in front of me in only a pair of spandex biker shorts, his cock only a foot from my face. His beautiful piece was clearly outlined in the rubbery material as it ran down his thigh. I can only imagine the expression he saw on my face. I was totally shocked and silent as I sat there staring at his masterpiece. I was also very surprised that he was doing this. “Janet, touch it…….please.” I had told myself that if this situation came up, I would be strong and not let anything happen, so I tried.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I said weakly and without confidence.

“Please, just like you did the other night, I’ve never been touched like that before, please.” He was awake two nights ago!!!!

I bowed my head in shame. “I’m sorry I did that Shawn.” I whispered.

His placed his hand on my chin and lifted my face. “Don’t be sorry, I loved it…..and you did too! And I think you want to touch me again.” His cock was slowly starting to grow, the site of his hardening tool and his words melted away any chance I had of being strong. He stood there and moved his hip toward me, pushing his cock even closer to me. “Please, I know you want it!” I slowly reached my hand out and rubbed my fingertips all over his thick shaft. It was only seconds later and he was totally hard. I applied more pressure to my touch. “God Jan, that feels so good, I’ve never had anyone touch me like you do.”

“You’ve got such a perfect cock, now let’s take these shorts off.” There was no wavering now, no turning back, I was all in. It had been three years since I had a man that had enough cock to make me happy. I peeled the bright blue and yellow shorts down and watched his cock flap up and down a few times. Then his rigid 9” cock stood at attention, it was rock hard and sticking up at an angle. I reached my hand out and lightly traced around it with my fingertips. I looked up at Shawn and smiled. “You like the way I touch your cock don’t you?”

“God yes.”

I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started lightly stroking. Shawn moaned lightly as I teased him. It was now time for me to take this teasing to another level. I slowly moved my head closer to his pole. When my mouth was only inches from his rod, I looked up at him. “Mmm, I love your big cock Shawn….” I continued stroking with my hand, and acted like I was going to start using my mouth, but I didn’t. “do you think I can suck your cock as good as high school girls?”

“I bet your better, show me……please.” I used to love to tease Bart, and teasing Shawn was having the same affect on me. I couldn’t wait to fuck him, but I wanted to tease him a little longer and drive him crazy!!! Pre cum was oozing out of him and I stuck out my tongue and dipped it into the pool that was forming. I then used my tongue to swirl the salty liquid all over the head. “Oh God that feels good.” I lifted his cock up a bit and ran the tip of my tongue down his shaft. When I got to his shaved balls I licked them and then gently sucked each one of them. The look on Shawn’s face showed me how much he was enjoying this. I then took my tongue and ran it up his shaft on the opposite side I’d just went down. I allowed my saliva to run off my tongue and coat him. Then I kissed all over the head while stroking his wet meat. “Suck it now, please suck it…..Please….”

“What’s the deepest blowjob you’ve ever had?……….show me.” 

Shawn put his index finger almost halfway down his shaft. “About this far.” I know that it takes time to learn to give great blowjobs. When I started having sex with Bart I thought I was pretty good at it, but I learned to be much better. I learned that slow and deliberate is what Shawn’s dad liked. I learned to relax my mouth and throat muscles, which allowed me to take him deep. I was happy to see that his high school girlfriends had not yet learned how to “deep throat” a big cock yet. I was up to the challenge to take him deeper in my throat than anyone had yet. 

I started by taking the head in my mouth, giving it time to get used to the warmth. I sucked on it for a few seconds and then opened my lips and mouth and allowed his pole to penetrated the entrance of my throat. I locked my lips down on the shaft and sucked as I moved my head back causing his cock to exit my throat and mouth. My next descent would be deeper, to wear he pointed to. As my throat expanded to allow for his thickness I heard him moan “AAHHH GODDDDDD…”. Once again I locked my lips on his flesh and sucked hard as his cock slowly left the coziness of my throat. I stroked him meat and looked up at him as I caught my breath, getting ready to take as much of him as I could.

I looked in his eyes this time as I descended on his cock slowly. I got half of it in my throat and stopped still looking at him, holding his cock in my mouth. I think it surprised him when I opened my mouth again, broke my eyes away from his, and went even deeper. “Oh MY GOD….Oh My God!!!!!” he exclaimed as his big cock was slowly disappearing down my esophagus. My lips were only and inch away from taking him completely. My hands were on his hips and I pulled him too me, taking all 9 inches of cock, my lips touched the base and I had to breath hard from my nose. I rocked my head slightly up and down and squeezed his ass hard, digging my nails in. “OH GOD I’M GOING TO CUM” He shot a huge load down my throat. I withdrew his spasming cock from the depths in time for him to shoot a couple of smaller blasts onto my face as I stroked him. Shawn was moaning loudly as his seed shot against my face. He later told me that all the girls he’d dated thought that cum was nasty and foul. Because I was willing to swallow and allow him to shoot all over me, it caused his orgasms to be more intense. Of course, this I also learned through the years of being with his dad.

“That’s the best blowjob I’ve ever had, I couldn’t hold back any longer….sorry.” he said. I was still stroking him, his cum running down my cheek.

“Don’t apologize, we’ve got all night.” I got a towel and wiped myself off.

Since he was just like his dad I knew he would take him a few minutes to regain his erection. So, I lead him to my bed I took off my jeans and panties and sat on the side as he kneeled down and he started eating me. I was prepared to teach him how I liked to be felated, but I was pleasantly surprised to find out he already knew how to do it. When he finally started sucking on my clit I came violently and wrapped my fingers in his curly hair, pulling his mouth against me, grinding his face into my flooding pussy. As he stood wiping his face I was glad to see his cock had regained strength.

I laid back on the bed “Take me!” Shawn crawled on top of me as I spread my legs wide. I put my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his hips as he moved in position. My pussy was on fire as he slowly entered me. I couldn’t wait to feel his cock plunge deep into me, but he was taking his time, too much time, he was being too gentle with me. He later explained that the girls he’d been with had to adjust to his size. I spent years with my pussy wrapped around a large man, so accommodating him came natural to me. “Fuck Me Shawn, Go Ahead, Give It All To Me.” With that he plunged his spear into the depths of my womb. Long lost feeling ran through my body. It felt so good to be opened up like this again and I knew I would soon be cumming on his cock. “Fuck Me Hard Baby.” Shawn started fucking me with the whole length of his rod. “Oh Yes….Oh Yes…..Fuck Me……Oh God Yes…..” it only took a few moments before I was cumming. As I squealed in orgasmic bliss I rolled my pussy all over his cock. He started moaning and I could tell he wanted to cum. “That’s it Baby, cum inside me.” I concentrated on squeezing my pussy on him. His face tightened and he held his breath for a few seconds and started turning red. When he exhaled he started cumming. He was pounding me hard and I came once again.




Like Father, Like Son



We fucked twice more over the course of the night and early morning. He slept in my bed with me and when I woke up I felt like a million dollars. We had a long talk over breakfast on Saturday morning. We both agreed that we would become lovers, but some conditions had to be set. He must continue dating and he promised me he’d perform safe sex (condoms) with his girlfriends, (but not with me!). We could not allow ourselves to become emotionally involved. To help keep that from happening we rarely slept all night together, but we fucked four or five times a week. I was now much happier than I had been in years. I didn’t need to be in love with a man, I just needed a man with a great cock that would meet my sexual needs.

Before Julia came home for Christmas break, I told Shawn we would have to cool it while she was home. It would be hard for three weeks not to have sex with him, but it would have to be done. I made Shawn promise not to make any moves on me, whether she was home or not. The chances of getting caught were not worth the risk.

It turns out I’ve been naïve for years. One night I simply had to have him, it was late, about 2am, I could not sleep and I decided to go to his room and invite him down to mine. I slowly opened his door and was floored when I saw Julia laying in his bed with him. I would later find out that they had been fucking for almost a year.

In part 2, I will explain how I got over my initial feeling of jealousy, and anger, my sex life has adjusted to our situation, and you know what, I wouldn’t change it for anyone or anything. Read part 2.



Like Father, Like Son



I had suppressed my bisexuality for a number of years. I was happily married, had a wonderful wife, had a great son, Rob, and hadn't felt a real need to be with a man. When I was younger, in college, I had enjoyed sucking cock and occasionally doing some ass fucking, both giving and getting, but I had a sexually adventurous wife and just hadn't felt the urge for cock for a number of years.

Then I discovered how sexually adventurous my wife really was when, after 17 years of marriage, she announced she was moving to Taos, New Mexico to live with a woman she had met on-line. When she moved out, I was crushed at first and then decided to get on with my life. I dated whom I wanted and had sex with whom I wanted; both women and men. I was open about the women I dated but had to be discrete about the guys. I found out how much I had missed sucking cock and burying my hard cock up a nice tight male ass.

To meet guys, I often went to a local porn store. I figured any guy I met there was looking for the same thing I was and would be in no position to judge or blab. On occasion I did see guys I knew, but since we were presumably looking for the same thing, we would enjoy sucking each other off. It lead to some newly expanded friendships.

One Friday night, as I was coming in the house from work, I met my son, Rob, heading out the door. He had gotten over his mother's sudden departure several years earlier and was now a well-adjusted, attractive 20-year old college student. He was tall like I am, about 6'2", but fairer skinned. I knew he worked out and it showed. When I had been his age (I'm 42) I had been much the same. In fact I am not flabby now, just not quite as firm as I had been 20 years ago.

"Where are you off to tonight?" I asked.

"Oh, just out... seeing if I can meet up with some friends later... maybe catch a movie or something... wanna tag along?"

I laughed. "No, thanks for the offer. I doubt if I could keep up with a pack of young guys anymore."

"Well, I think you could, but suit yourself. What are you going to do, dad?"

"Not sure... probably be asleep on the couch by nine." Again, we shared a chuckle.

"It will probably be late when I get home. Don't wait up. See you in the morning then." He gave me a firm hug and was out the door.

A couple of hours and three beers later, I was feeling more relaxed. As I relaxed, I began to feel a little horny. My cock began to rise in my shorts and ask for some relief. At first I thought about sticking a porn tape in the VCR and just jacking off in the privacy of my home. But then I started thinking how good a hard cock in my mouth might feel. Of course, I knew how good it would feel to be fucking an eager male mouth. So, I decided to head down to the local porn shop and find someone, or several someones, to share some pleasure with. I took a quick shower (resisting the temptation to jack off in the shower), put on some sweats (easy to drop and no underwear required) and headed down to the porn shop.

Being Friday night, there were a number of cars in the parking lot. I looked briefly to see if I recognized any cars as belonging to anyone I knew, but it didn't appear so. I went in, bought five bucks in tokens, and headed back to the arcade. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the dark hallway, but soon I could see several men of various ages standing around. A couple of them were softly talking, but most were just standing awkwardly, apparently waiting for someone else to make the first move. I took a second or two to see if I knew anyone lurking, but I didn't recognize any of the guys there.

I looked down the hall at the closed arcade booths. The ones that were occupied, or at least occupied with someone watching a video had a little light above the door that was illuminated. Most of the lights were on, but down toward the end of the hall there was an unlit booth right next to a booth that I knew from previous visits had a glory hole connecting them. I stepped in, latched the door and sat down.

Sure enough, I could hear the low volume of the video playing in the next booth. I couldn't really tell what my neighbor was watching, but I heard moaning and the familiar music and moans of a fuck film. I could see a little bit of light coming through the glory hole. I leaned over and looked through the hole, which, of course, was about waist high on the average guy. It was dark in the next booth, but there was enough light that I could see a guy slowly stroking a nice hard cock, about 7" long I guessed. I could see a bead of clear precum at the head. It looked very inviting and tasty, and I wanted to suck him off.

I cleared my throat, making enough noise I hoped it would get his attention, and then put my finger through the glory hole; the universal signal to "please put your cock through the hole", and I waited to see if he was interested.

A couple of seconds passed and then his cock slid through the hole. It looked even better than before. The head of his cock was nice and round and smooth. I leaned over and wrapped a couple of fingers around it, stroked it a time or two and then let my tongue and mouth go to work... or go to play actually.

I felt his cock swell in response to my warm mouth engulfing him. On the other side of the thin wall, he began to work his hips and to fuck me in the mouth. I could feel his precum coating my tongue. It was delicious. I wished I could cup his balls and finger his ass while he fucked me in the mouth, but the glory hole wasn't big enough for that. I let him control his speed. I sucked and slurped as his cock entered and withdrew from my mouth slowly. I could feel his cock throb from time to time. When his cock began to harden even more and his fucking picked up speed, I knew he wasn't far from cumming in my mouth. I wanted it. This cock in my mouth was just wonderful. That may sound weird to the uninitiated, but those of us, both men and women, that have sucked a number of cocks, just know that they don't all feel, smell, or taste the same. This cock was delightfully smooth, wonderfully hard, and just felt right in my mouth.

Suddenly, he thrust forward and then momentarily froze. I felt the first wad of cum blast out across my tongue. Then his hips made quick short thrusts as he let go another half dozen thick wads of cum in my mouth. I swallowed every bit of it and enjoyed it all. He soon stopped thrusting into my mouth and let me just gently suck his cock and clean him up. It was at this point that I realized my unknown partner must be a young man because his cock stayed hard in my mouth. I sighed as he withdrew it from my mouth and back through the glory hole. I sat back up and waited to see if his finger would appear in the hole, offering to reciprocate the pleasure. It wasn't a big deal if he didn't because I knew that if he wasn't interested, sooner or later someone would be along that would be.

Just when I was beginning to think he was going to just leave, his finger appeared in the glory hole. I dropped my sweatpants and freed my hard cock. Precum was smeared over the head in excitement. I stood by the wall and put my cock through the small hole.

I felt his hand encircle my cock and begin to milk it with his fist. I heard his voice softly whisper, "I've never done this before."

I whispered back, "That's OK. Just do whatever you feel comfortable with."

His hand on my cock felt really good. It was like he was experimenting with it to see not only how it felt in his hand, but to see how I reacted to the various things he did. He slowly but firmly stroked it. I could feel his thumb (I guessed) pushing up my big cum vein (ok, urethra, for the anatomical crowd) on the underside of my dick. I assumed this brought a big bead of precum because I heard him say, "Wow." Then I felt a warm, slightly rough surface slide over the head of my cock and knew that he had tasted his first precum.

I felt his tongue slowly circle the head of my cock and then his lips closed over it. My inexperienced partner gently mouthed the head of my hard dick. I hoped he was enjoying it as much as I was. I pushed my hips forward slowly and tentatively to see how he would react. He reacted by pushing his mouth further down my shaft. When I pulled back slowly, I felt his hand encircle my shaft. I pushed slowly forward and his mouth and hand started to work together on my cock. It felt great. I know he said he had never sucked cock before, but he was taking to it naturally. I suppose like most guys that get into cock, he was just doing what he knew felt good to him, hoping it would feel good to his partner. I moaned softly, hoping he could hear how good it felt, and to encourage him to continue what he was doing.

I found that I didn't have to move my hips much at all. He was moving his mouth up and down my cock like a soft, hot, wet pussy, and using his hand to jack me off into his mouth. After a few minutes, I began to feel the familiar tingle deep in my balls that told me my cum wasn't far off. Since this was his first time, I wanted to respect whatever he wanted to do. I whispered, "I'm going to cum real soon. You don't have to swallow if you don't want to."

I felt his mouth come off my cock. "Thanks" I heard him whisper. "You mind if I just watch you come?" All the time his hand was continuing to jack my ever-hardening cock. My balls were tightening up and my cum was only seconds away from launching. I managed to moan, "No, not at all" when it happened. His hand stroked me just right and I came. I couldn't see it of course but from the angle of his stroking I knew he could see it. His face had to be right level with my cock as wad after wad shot out. He stroked me gently as he slowed down. My cock began to soften in his hand. I heard him whisper, "That was fuckin' awesome".

I was still catching my breath and trying to keep my knees from collapsing. This inexperienced anonymous young man had made me cum better than I had cum for a long time. I knew that this was someone I would like to get together with again if possible. I didn't want to embarrass him in anyway. I whispered back to him, "Yeah, that was great. You sure that was your first time?"

"Yeah, but I wanted to do that for a long time. Just never had the nerve before." He paused. "I would like to do it again too."

Well, that cinched it for me. I enjoyed it, he enjoyed it, and he wanted to do it again. It seemed like a perfect deal. I knew Rob would be out with his friends for most of the night. And even if he came home, I figured I could hide my new young playmate in my room if necessary. It was a little risky, but all I knew was I wanted to get completely naked with this guy, get comfortable and have some serious male-to-male fun. I whispered to him, "You want go somewhere more private?"

There was a moment of hesitation and I thought he was going to back out. "Sure."

"You can just follow me to my place" I said to reassure him he would be free to go whenever he wanted.

"Great" There was an awkward silence.

There wasn't any other way to do this. "OK, then, see you out in the hallway then." I whispered. I adjusted my sweatpants, made sure I didn't have cum all over the front of them and unlatched my door. I heard the booth next door unlatch. I stepped out. He stepped out. And Rob and I were looking at each other face to face.

It would be impossible to figure out all of the emotions that went through me at that point. I could only imagine the things Rob was feeling. To an outsider, the looks on our faces probably would have brought a laugh. There was recognition, confusion, guilt, pleasure, astonishment, wanting to hide, embarrassment, shock; you name it, it was probably there. One thing was certain: my son and I had just sucked each others cocks and shared incredible orgasms.

At the same time, we both said, "Oh shit." and looked at each other gaped mouthed.

I finally found my thoughts again, and said, "Let's go outside and talk." A couple of guys in the hall looked at us as we went by. They probably thought it was just an older guy and younger guy heading out to the parking lot for a quick blow-job. They had no idea it was a father and son that had just given each other a blow-job.

In the parking lot, we headed over to my car. It was then I noticed Rob's car parked further down the line of cars. I simply hadn't seen it when I pulled in. I looked at my son. His head was hung in shame and embarrassment. I wasn't feeling too great about what had just happened either, but at least it wasn't my first time experience. He was leaning against the hood with his head and shoulders slouched down.

"How are you doing?" I asked, not sure what else to say.

"Oh god, dad... I'm so sorry..."

I interrupted him quickly. "Rob, there is no need to apologize for anything. Neither of us knew who was in the other booth. There was no malicious intent on either of our part."

"Dad... I know... I'm just sorry you found out... about... me... you know..."

"Rob, are you gay?"

"No, dad... I'm not gay... I'm bi, I guess... I'm not sure... tonight was my first time to... you know... try it." He looked up at me. "Are you gay?"

I smiled a little. I had resolved this issue in my mind a long time ago. "No, son, I'm not gay. I am bi. It was your mother that left me for a woman, not me that left her for a man."

He sort of made a chuckling noise at this.

Rob looked sheepishly at me. "Dad, we sucked each other's dick."

"Look, Rob, we both came here tonight for the same thing... for the same reason. Granted we didn't expect to find each other, and it is definitely embarrassing that we did, but we are both adults, and..." I suddenly ran out of things to say, but I wanted to try to make the situation better somehow. I added, "And it felt pretty damn good."

He looked at me sort of surprised and then he smiled. "Yeah it did. I mean, if I hadn't known it was your... you... I really enjoyed getting... I mean... I really enjoyed sucking... oh shit..."

"Look you didn't know it was me, so I guess it's alright to say you really enjoyed it. I didn't know it was your dick I was sucking. I didn't know it was you sucking my cock," I intentionally went graphic on the language because I wanted to see his reaction to what he had done, not who he had done it with. "All I knew was that it felt really great and I hoped whoever it was would want to spend more time together."

"Really?"

"Rob, I asked you if you wanted to go somewhere more private, didn't I?"

"Yeah, that's true."

There was a long awkward silence. 

Finally, I said, "Tell you what, I'm going to go on home. This has been quite a night. You?"

He replied, "I think I'm going to drive around a while and think about some of this stuff."

"Are you OK?"

He sort of laughed. "Yeah, I'm OK I guess... for someone that just sucked his old man's dick."

"Alright. Just be careful" And we went our separate ways for the night.

I went on home. I was apparently asleep when he came home, because I didn't hear him come in.

The next day, Saturday, was a little awkward. Our sexual encounter was like the proverbial gorilla in the corner: hard to ignore but not sure what to say about it. I had even thought Rob might be gone most of the day to avoid being around me. It was a relief when he didn't do that. I caught him looking at me several times. 

Finally, around mid-afternoon, he did not avoid my glance back. "Dad, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, son, anything."

He took a second to get his thoughts together and to screw up some courage. "How often do you go to the book store?"

"Do you mean how often do I go there, or how often do I go there for blow jobs?"

"Well, how often for blow jobs?"

"Since your mom left I have been going there maybe every couple weeks. Sometimes as often as two or three times a week. It varies."

"Wow... that's a lot of..." and he paused.

"Yes," I finished for him. "That is a lot of cocksucking."

"And you're not gay?"

"No... you know I go out with plenty of women. I enjoy a woman's body as much as a man's."

He looked sheepish for a moment. "And even with all the times you have gotten your cock sucked there... you thought I did pretty good?"

"Oh yeah. Very good. It got the desired result didn't it?" We both chuckled.

"That was awesome... seeing your cum shoot out like that."

I smiled. "Well you didn't do so bad in that department either. Of course, I didn't actually see yours shoot out, but I know you came a lot."

"Man, I thought my balls were going to come out the head of my dick I came so hard. I could feel you swallow it... like you really liked it."

"I do like it, son, that's why I do it."

He thought about this a moment. "Yeah, I guess so. It's different when a woman sucks cock. It's like she doesn't really like it, but is just doing it."

"I think that is one thing that I really enjoy about being a with a man," I told him. "Guys suck cock because they enjoy it... and know how to do it. At least that is why I do it."

My son was looking at me intensely... differently. I became aware that my cock had grown hard while discussed this intimate subject. At first, I was uncomfortable with having a hard-on while talking to my son about cocksucking. But, then I began to feel relaxed about it. After all, we had shared each other's cocks and had enjoyed it.

"So, will you be going back to the book store for more experience?" I asked him.

"I'm not sure. I mean, I really enjoyed what happened there... between me and you. But at the same time, I sort of nervous about going back and meeting strangers. It is a bit of a tough choice. Wanting something, but being kind of afraid of enjoying it." He got quiet then.

I felt like he had opened the door and was waiting to see what I said or how I responded. I thought about it. Of course, I had been thinking a lot about what had happened between the two of us the previous night. The ball seemed to be in my court. We were both consenting. He was of age. He was certainly attractive. He was someone I cared for and vice versa. And he had given me an incredible orgasm the night before. 

"Well... if it is something you would like to try more of... but you aren't comfortable going to the porn shop for... there... uh... there might be an alternative, you know."

Rob looked at me. I saw him squirm in his seat, like he was adjusting his pants. I hoped his cock was as hard as mine. He even lightly licked his lips. Quietly he said, "Go on, dad."

I made up my mind. I knew this was the moment that our lives would be changed, I hoped for the better. To be sure, I asked, "You sure?" He nodded.

"Stand up, son," was all I said.

He stood up from the table and faced me. He looked up at me with lust in his eyes and stepped forward. I untied the drawstring of his sweat pants. They fell to his ankles. His cock was at eye level with me as I sat in my chair. My eyes never left his throbbing dick. My cock was harder than it had been in years as I prepared to suck my son's dick. 

My hands came up slowly, sliding up his firm muscular thighs. I took his cock in my hand firmly and slowly stroked him. My other hand came up under his balls and gently cupped them. I hefted them, like I could weigh how much cum was in them. They rolled smoothly in my hand.

He looked down at me. "Dad... suck my dick for me." I looked up and smiled and nodded. He closed his eyes, I opened my mouth and took him in. Oh god... my son's dick in my mouth felt so hard and hot. Without the obstacle of the wall and without having to work around a glory hole, he could relax and enjoy, as could I. I ran my tongue around the flared head, enjoying its smooth hardness, tasting his precum. I was able to push his cock deep into my mouth until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I put my hands on his hips and guided his cock in and out of my mouth.




Like Father, Like Son



After slurping up and down the length of his throbbing dick a few times, I pulled my mouth off of it. I continued to jack him as I looked up into his face. "How does that feel so far?"

"Great. I can hardly wait to suck your cock, dad."

"Then let's go get more comfortable." I stood up. When I did so, we were face to face. His cock was softly bouncing up and down as the blood coursed through it. I couldn't resist taking him in my hand once again to enjoy his heat and hardness. He reached out and found the drawstring of my sweats and pulled on it. My sweats started to drop and then got caught on my jutting cock. He reached in and found it. My sweats fell in a pool on the floor by his. We, father and son, were now jacking each other off, face to face. He took the head of my cock and rubbed it on his. Our precum mixed and coated each other's heads. He smiled at me and gently licked his lips. We closed our eyes and we kissed. It was a passionate, lusty kiss. Our lips rubbed hard and our tongues pressed hard, the way only two men can kiss. Our cocks were kissing and swapping precum and our mouths were kissing and swapping spit. It was incredibly erotic.

At last our kiss broke. He panted, "My room or yours?"

"Mine is closer" I panted back inches from his face. His was upstairs, while mine was on the other side of the living room, not that it made that much difference.

He turned and walked out of the kitchen in front of me, his naked ass firm and muscular and, oh, so very fuckable. I was eager to see how much he wanted to experience.

We stepped into my bedroom and without a word our t-shirts came off. His chest was firmer than mine but not by much. His male nipples, like mine, were hard with desire. Our cocks were equally hard and both had beads of clear precum at the head. Our cocks were almost identical. Like father, like son.

Again we kissed. Our lust far surpassed our father son love. We were two hungry men in need of being fed; in this case being fed cock and cum. Even as we kissed we laid down on my bed, the very bed this young man had been conceived in 20 years earlier. Little did I know that when he was born those many years ago, that one day we would end up as lovers, sharing each other's dicks and desire. 

He moved his face down my neck, roughly licking and biting me as he did so. I could tell he knew instinctively how to please a man. He licked and sucked at my nipples, making my cock throb as it sent shivers of pleasure to my groin. His hand found my cock and he began to jack me off. It felt so good, so natural, that two men, so close emotionally, should be so close physically. The fact that it was my son giving me pleasure did not bother me in the least. It made me wish we could have been doing this for years. 

Soon his face left my chest and moved lower yet. His hand never left my hard-on and by now his fingers were coated with my constant flow of clear precum. He stopped at my navel and tongued me there, teasing me, making me wait for what I knew was next. His face turned toward my crotch. I felt his hot breath on the head of my cock and then I felt his tongue glide over the head, claiming my precum. His hand moved to allow room for his mouth and my son started to suck my dick. It was incredible. There was no doubt that this was something he wanted, something he hungered for. Rob wanted my cock as much as I wanted his.

I reached out and put my hand on his muscular ass and gently tugged it toward me. Without removing his mouth or hand from my cock he shifted his body. He raised up and put a knee on each side of my head. His cock was throbbing and bobbing over my mouth. His balls, heavy with cum, hung over my nose. I could smell the musky smell of sweaty testicles and it made me high. Behind his balls, I could see the tight dark ring of his asshole. I opened my mouth and let his cock slide in. Our techniques were different. Rob moved his mouth up and down my cock, using his hand, fucking me with his mouth while jacking me into his mouth. His other hand cupped my balls and rolled them. I held his hips and just let him fuck my mouth. His hips worked up and down, filling my mouth and then leaving it empty, waiting for his cock to return again. His balls came to rest on my nose with each down stroke.

I pulled my mouth off his cock. A strand of his precum connected my tongue with the head of his cock. My tongue licked and caressed his balls. I took one in my mouth and sucked gently. He moaned. I let it go and shifted slightly. I licked behind his balls and he moaned again, louder and longer. I could feel his moans vibrate around my cock. I knew I was going where he wanted me. 

My tongue tickled his tight asshole and he pressed his ass down on to my mouth. I opened my mouth wide, reached around his hips, and pulled him as tightly as I could. His asshole resisted only briefly and then yielded to my probing tongue. His cock was now lying under my chin and on my chest. I could feel it throb every time my tongue entered his ass. His mouth came off my cock long enough for him to gasp, "Oh fuck, dad, that is great. I love your tongue up my ass." And then he went back to blowing me and jacking me.

I loosened him with my tongue, getting lots of spit in his ass to lube him up, and then my mouth left his ass and moved back to his cock. He left a puddle of precum on my chest where the head had been throbbing. As his cock entered my mouth, my finger entered his ass. He was now loose enough and wet enough from my oral pleasure that my finger slid straight in to my hand. I positioned my hand so that when he fucked into my mouth, my finger slid out of his ass. When he fucked out of my mouth, my finger was buried deep in his ass. For the next few minutes we pleasured each other; me, fucking his mouth with my cock and fucking his ass with my finger, him, fucking my mouth with his cock and jacking me off into his mouth. Two men, devouring each other. A father and son, loving each other.

I felt his cock harden even more deep in my throat and his thrusts became shorter and faster. I knew his cum was building. I shoved my finger deep into his ass and left it there. I increased the suction of my mouth. His mouth came off my cock and he panted, "Oh fuck, dad, here it cums. Suck my cock, dad, take my cum...take my cum"

I felt his cock swell and then felt the familiar flow of hot thick cum down my throat. I pulled my mouth back a little so I could really taste my son's semen. I stopped swallowing, letting his cum pool in my mouth. It was salty, sweet, slightly bitter, and thick. I could feel the amount build every time the head of his cock swelled. Finally he stopped thrusting and I knew he was done cumming in my mouth. I swallowed about half of his cum. 

I pushed gently at his side and he rolled off me, spent, gasping for breath after his powerful orgasm. I shifted positions so that I was over him. I looked at amazement at his still hard dick. Young guys can go all night and he was all mine to have. He looked up at me and smiled. I smile enough to let some of the cum still in my mouth leak out and dribble down my chin. His eyes grew wide at first and then closed. He reached behind my head and pulled my face to his. Our mouths met and the remainder of his cum poured from my mouth to his. Our tongues shared it and we each swallowed our share.

Now I was on top of him. His thighs opened around my hips. Our cocks rubbed together. His was still hard from his first cum. Mine was hard needing to cum. His knees came up. I raised up on my knees between his. No words were needed. We both knew what we wanted. He wanted me, his dad, to fuck his ass and let my cum explode. I wanted to fuck him, my son, and share my cum with him.

His ass was still wet and loose. I pushed his legs until his knees were on his chest. His asshole was there for the taking. I put the head of my blood filled cock at his asshole and pushed gently. He closed his eyes, and pushed back; the head slipped in easily. We both held that position for maybe a half minute. I was enjoying the heat and tightness of his ass, knowing it would get even hotter and tighter. He was relaxing, letting his body grow accustomed to being entered. I waited. He looked at me and nodded gently. Without a word, I pushed a little more and he responded by pushing back. Slowly, but steadily, my cock disappeared into my son's ass. I could feel his heat engulfing me. Soon my pubic hair was touching his balls and my balls rested on his tailbone. We held that position again for a few moments. My cock was throbbing in his ass.

He opened his eyes and our eyes met. I looked at him, trying to suppress my lust and need to cum for long enough to be a concerned father. "How does that feel? Are you OK?"

He nodded. "Yeah, yeah, dad, I think I feel more OK than I have ever felt before." We shared a smile. "Dad?"

"Yes, son"

"Fuck me"

And I did. I started slow. I thrilled with every sensation his ass was giving my cock. I pulled out almost to the point where the head of my dick was about to pop out and then I would thrust in. His hips slammed up to claim my dick and I knew he was ready to be fucked hard by a man. As I picked up speed, he reached down and started to jack off. His cock had not gone the least bit soft and was leaking precum once again. I fucked his ass hard. I gave his ass all I had, plunging deep into his virgin asshole. He took every bit of it.

"Fuck me, boy, fuck your old man hard." I challenged him.

My vulgarity made him fuck harder. His hand jacked faster.

"You want some cum? You want your dad's cum, boy?"

His eyes grew wilder with lust. "Oh god, yes, give me your cum dad, I want it."

"Not until you cum again. Jack that hard cock and shoot it all over yourself. Let me see you jack your cock, Rob. Shoot your hot cum, you father fucker"

His hand worked his cock faster and faster. I could see the head swell again as he came. I know it could not have been as much as he had cum before in my mouth, there was still plenty of cum. He shot out and his first wad hit his chin. The other wads landed on his chest and on his stomach. As he came, I could feel his asshole tighten and clinch around my cock.

"Where do you want your old man's cum, Rob?" I moaned as I felt my own cum start to build.

"Cum on me, dad. I want to see your cum spray all over me."

I pulled out of his ass with a pop. I thrust my hips so my balls were resting on his. I jacked my cock hard and fast and then I came. My wads of cum shot out hard. The first landed right under his chin, then on his chest and on his stomach. My cum mixed with his and we couldn't tell them apart.

I collapsed on to his chest, our cum stuck us together, spreading out between us as our bodies pressed together. We kissed again, both of us gasping, trying to catch our breath after our powerful orgasms.

"Fuck, dad, that was awesome."

I could feel our thick cum oozing between us. I could feel our cum slickened cocks rubbing together. I could feel his balls under mine. I had to agree, it was fucking awesome.



Like Father, Like Son



Nick was home from his junior semester of college for winter break— out of the balmy, short-sleeves- and-sweater weather into the goose-down, wool coat bluster of the northeast. He was reminded of what he was in for when his flight was almost canceled. His mother wouldn't be the one picking him up from the airport, not if it was as bad as everyone indicated. 

He gathered his things from the motorized baggage line and waited in the lounge. The view of outside through the large picture windows said it all. Large flakes falling like disinherited angels, piling in heaps wherever the runway techs could dump them. Despite it being close to the holidays, there weren't many people in the airport lobby. With no one to talk to, not even an old lady with her sack of Christmas cookies for her grandchildren, Nick analyzed the itinerary monitor, the data, the colors of the data, the speed at which information was refreshed. Lines were crossing out flight after flight, a new one every minute or so. Nick hoped his whole holiday break wouldn't be this snowy. 

Just when he was moving his attention towards sighting pictures and patterns in the flurry of snow on the other side of the window, Nick's his cell phone rang.

"Nicky?" "Yeah, Mom. I'm here in the airport." "I can't pick you up and your father is stuck at work. I'm sending someone to pick you up. Her name is Xenia." Xenia? That wasn't that the name of the infamous city in Tornado Alley? "She should be there any time now." 

There was a tremor in Mrs. Hahn's voice. Nick figured she saw the red strip go across the T. V. screen as they spoke and wondered if they had enough bread and milk. He was surprised she didn't ask him to pick some up on his way home.

Just as he flipped his cell phone closed, he looked up to see a tall black woman, very dark, with long legs and a medium blue skirt next to him. He sat up in the curve-back seat. 

"You must be Nicholas?" she said, looking down at him.

"Xenia?" he replied, looking up.

"Yes," the woman replied blandly. "You spoke with your mother?" she asked. She was gripping a small carryon case with wheels and a long handle. She had well-manicured nails, covered with a soft red polish. Her fingers were slim, the palms of her hand a light salmon color.

Nick hoisted the arm of the knapsack over his shoulder and stood up. This woman wasn't so tall after all. Nick was about the same height as she was. She was thin, with a long neck. The airline uniform made her shoulders appear abnormally broad, but it also accentuated the curve of her hips. As they walked along the corridors of the airport, Nick trailed behind her, watching the way her ass moved under the jacket and skirt. 

"I live next door to your parents," she spoke as they walked along to destination unknown, not bothering to look over her shoulder at him. He trailed two feet behind her carryon that quivered and jumped as the wheels traversed bumps and fissures in the flooring. " I moved in about three months ago....I think it was just after you left for college." They turned a corner and Xenia suddenly stopped, pulling out her cell phone. "Funny," she said, looking him over as she dialed numbers on her phone, "They talked about you like you were twelve years old."

Nicholas felt twelve years old, from the moment the woman walked up to him. She was striking. Her hair was short, dark and shiny and her lips, painted the same red as her fingernails, were full with a slight pout, but she had an air about her that was somewhat intimidating, a bit cold. It wasn't just the uniform. Her whole manner made him afraid to speak. 

"Stan...., yes, it's me," she said, the phone and her hand looking like one sleek appendage. She had an incredible amount of grace, in her movements and her voice. She looked Nick up and down, as if assessing a piece of property. Nick was a handsome young man, not overtly so, but he had good features— light brown hair that wasn't too thin (a little longish for her liking), and lazy but attentive green eyes set at a soft slope underneath perfectly curved, neatly bushy eyebrows. He was slouching as he stood waiting for her which annoyed her. "I have him here. Would you like to speak with him?"

Nick moved a little closer, but Xenia, with her the arm of her free hand down at her side, held her hand out, spreading her long fingers, to ward him off.

There was a long pause in Xenia's part of the conversation. She folded her arms and tapped her fingers on the inside of her elbow. 

"We can pick you up," Nick heard her say. "Unless you want to stay there all night," she added with a bit of contempt. There was another brief pause before Xenia hung the phone up and turned to Nicholas. "I guess we're just going to head home," she said matter-of-factly, and they made their way to the parking garage.

Who was this woman, Nick wondered to himself, as he threw his knapsack in the backseat and sat down in her car. She seemed pretty familiar with his family, and he'd never heard anyone talk to his father with the tone of voice she used-- a kind of apathetic certainty that sent a chill up Nick's spine. How did she get away with it? 

Nothing was said between them the whole drive home. It was rather treacherous, with the wind making the view from the windshield a complete sheet of white, splattering snow on the window at the passenger's side so that Nick could see nothing but his breath on it. 

He looked over at Xenia. She was scowling, whispering expletives underneath her breath as the car moved reluctantly forward. Even with her dismay, her face didn't appear to have a wrinkle. Her high cheekbones, like teardrops turned on their sides, faded into the sides of her dark brown face. Her eyelashes were curled around tight, making them look blacker than black, accenting the line of her eyes. 

When they got to Nick's house, his mother's car wasn't in the driveway. She either went out to get bread and milk—and obsession with his mother whenever there was a snow storm—or to pick up his father. He was a bit unnerved that she wouldn't brave the storm for her son, but she would for groceries. 

"No one's home at your house," Xenia said dryly.

"Nope. That's okay," Nick replied. He clutched the band of his knapsack tighter, readying himself for a quick exit, but she glided into the driveway next door without stopping at his. 

"No need to go into an empty house, is there?" she asked, as the garage-door opener lifted the wide metal door and she pulled the car inside. " I don't want to be alone in this weather anyway. I'm not used to this snow-thing," she added.

Nick didn't say no. It wouldn't have mattered if he did. He followed Xenia into her house. The door from the garage led immediately into the kitchen.

"I can get you some hot chocolate, or some coffee... or chai. Whatever you like," she said, taking his knapsack and coat after shedding her own coat and boots. "I believe in caffeine," she added in a voice that sounded much warmer than at the airport. She had said next to nothing in the car. Xenia walked in her across the floor in her stocking feet. Nick was glad he had worn a pair of socks without additional holes. "I do have to change first," Xenia said as she brought him into the living room. "Have a seat, here," she said, bringing him into the living room. "Here's the remote, if you want to watch T.V.," she said, then she disappeared into another room, beyond the ones he'd seen so far.

He picked up the remote from the arm of the chair where she had set it. She had a 42 inch wide screen that was self-contained in a hardwood, mod-designed console. He played around with the buttons to turn it on. First it came on too loud. Then he pressed a button that turned everything to fuzz. Nick thought he was good at technical kind of things, just like his dad—the engineer—but this thing had a mind of its own. 

When he finally got it to settle on something with a real picture, it wasn't at all what he expected. The sounds hit him first—a lot of moaning and whimpering. The pictures were hard to make out at first, flashes of flesh-tone and blurred images. As the focus of the camera cleared, he figured out. It was a skin flick, a poorly made one, but an obvious one, clear from the indecipherable grunts, cries, and muttering between however many people were there. 

Nick pushed another of the buttons on the remote, attempting to change the channel. He was interested, but it wouldn't look good to be watching porn when his already disgruntled neighbor was gracing him with her company and the warmth of her house. But instead of pressing the channel button, he pressed the volume button. Suddenly, the moaning and whimpering noises were blaring, in stereo and surround sound.

Before he could correct the problem, Xenia returned to the room. She was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt, one that revealed the shape of her breasts—rather tubular and broad, with dark, half-dollar-sized aureoles. Her oversized, flower-print flannel pajama bottoms gathered together in a "V" at the top of her thighs.

"Looks like you have a problem," she said, taking the remote from him and turning the volume down. Nick felt her long fingers roll softly over his own. She had a slight smirk on her face that materialized, then softened into a smile. She sighed, walking away from him. "I feel much better, now," she said, her voice trailing behind her, along with a scent that reminded Nick of the magnolia trees near his dorm. "That uniform might turn some people on, but not me."

Nick sat nervously in his chair waiting for her to return to the living room, or at least to say something. Xenia had never bothered to change the channel and he no longer had the remote to try to—not that he would ever figure out how.

Xenia came back with a mug of hot chocolate for him, and what looked like a cappuccino for herself.

"I gave you whipped cream," she said with a wink. "I like whipped cream."

It was the first bit of lightheartedness Xenia had shown him, and Nick was glad for it. He smiled, trying to show gratitude without looking too needy. After all, he didn't know her. Even if his parents did, he wasn't obligated to be anything more than cordial. 

He pushed himself up in the chair and sipped his drink. Just then, despite the volume being turned down, a loud cry came from the television, causing him to splatter a fair amount of his hot chocolate on his pants and the floor. 

"Orgasm," Xenia said, bluntly, glancing at the T. V. screen nonchalantly, then over at Nick. When she saw what he'd done she began laughing. "Looks like you made a little mess!" she said. 

"I- I'm so sorry," Nick replied. He felt like an idiot and probably looked like one. He couldn't move. The liquid was hot on initial contact. He could feel it dribble around his thigh as the puddle finally sunk in his crotch.

Xenia rose from the sofa, setting her cappuccino on the smoked-glass coffee table and left the room, coming back with a small towel. "Don't worry about the chair," she said, placing her hand on his arm, indicating he should stand up. "It's leather. Cleans up easily."

Nick stood up and out of her way as she kneeled down next to him, wiping the hot chocolate off the chair. His pants were quickly turning from hot to lukewarm and damp where a large spot on his leg near his crotch had stopped expanding. Xenia stopped cleaning, but didn't get up. "My! Looks like you're the one who had the orgasm," she said.

"No, no it's not that," he stuttered quickly. 

"I don't know...," she said, running her finger along the zipper of his cargo pants. "...well, I guess not." She looked up at him slyly. "You haven't burst yet. Not with THAT bulge." 

Nick felt his cock twitch as her finger traced it delicately. A little breath expelled from between his lips. "Don't do that," he said, but it was no more than a whisper to himself.

"Looks like you might take after your father," she said, unzipping his pants. 

His father? What did she know about his father? His father's dick? He would have been more inquisitive on that line except that with her touch, it wasn't the image he wanted in his mind, his father. His father: The straight-laced engineer, toting the cliché pocket-protector in his starched plaid shirt. His father: Shaking a finger at him and telling him, "'Don't be a fool, cover your tool'" and, "Remember--no speeding, no drinking, no black women." 

Mr. Hahn's image held to the back of Nick's mind, and Nick tried to utter another refusal. But her fingers unrelenting, moist and warm, and Xenia reached her soft, finely manicured hand into his pants and began handling his cock. She held it in her palm as if to weigh it. Nick stole a glance as she did. 

Obviously Dad didn't take his own advice, not if this woman knew what similarity his cock had to mine, Nick thought for a moment. Before the propensity of that summation could catch up with him, Xenia had him in her mouth. Her breath and saliva steamed around the flesh of his cock, the pebbled texture of her tongue rubbing the underside in a way that comforted him. His legs grew weak. He held her head. The sound of the television-- the grunting and groaning of anonymous people fucking-- wove in and out between her quietly working his cock in and out and around the inside of her mouth and his own moaning. 

He emptied himself onto her tongue before he was ready to. He feared a reprimand, in keeping with what he had come to recognize as her manner. Instead, she sucked him, tenderly, sucking until he thought he would cry out, too loud, much louder than the television had been. He pressed his fingertips in the mass of her dark, coarse hair and groaned, low and long, like an animal, as his erection subsided and-- because she wouldn't stop sucking him—until his cock was twitching, ready to rise again.

She separated her mouth from him and held her mouth slightly open. "You're not going home yet," she said in a low voice that almost purred. "You'll have to fuck me before you leave."



Like Father, Like Son



She looked out the second floor window and saw him cutting the grass. She could tell his tee shirt was clinging to his perspiration-damp body. It must to 100 degrees out there, she thought and as if he heard her he stopped mowing and stripped off his tee shirt. She gasped. He used the tee shirt to wipe the sweat from his bronzed face, arms and chest. All those years of swimming and biking had sculpted his body to near Adonis form and even though she was 40 and one of his legal guardians, she couldn't help but appreciate what she saw.

She allowed her eyes to take him all in; from his sun-bleached brush cut down to the tips of his beat up runners, staring perhaps a little longer than was appropriate at the bulge in his shorts. In that respect he reminded her of his dad, and she got a little sad at how his life had ended way too soon. But it had put Mark in her and her husband's care and she had loved every minute of the last 6 years "mothering" him.

Mark's dad was her husband's brother and unknown to anyone, her lover for the year prior to his death. When the car crash took his and his wife's life, it was only natural that his brother should raise his son and she willingly agreed.

That was 6 years ago and now Mark was 18 and was off to college in the fall. She continued to look at him and tears filled her eyes. She was gonna miss her boy, more that anyone would know. Sometimes at night in the past year, when her husband was away on business and Mark was fast asleep she would sneak into his room and gaze upon him. A few times he had thrown his blankets off and she would drink in his nakedness. He usually slept on his back and she had to resist the temptation to kneel on the bed next to him and pleasure him with her mouth as she did his dad so many years ago. She blushed at her perverted thoughts, an 18-year-old boy, what was she becoming?

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice Mark looking up at her, waving his arms. She opened the window and called out "What's the matter honey?" 

"What does a hard working man have to do to get a drink?" he answered. She laughed at him and said she'd be right out. She slipped a pair of white shorts over her 2-piece bathing suit bottom and not so innocently decided not to cover up the low cut top that revealed the swells of her breasts.

She went down to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and the jug of ice tea from the fridge and put it on a tray along with two glasses. She padded out on to the patio barefoot and placed the tray on the table. She looked out across the width of the pool and watched as Mark dove into the water and swam over. He pulled himself out of the water and she couldn't help but notice how his shorts clung to him, accentuating his manhood.

He flicked the water from his fingertips at her and laughed. "Took you long enough to bring your thirsty boy a drink," he said as he took a long swig of water from the bottle. "Thanks Aunt Jen," he said with his most charming smile, "but next time be quicker," he said jokingly and proceeded to pour what was left of the ice cold water from the bottle down her breasts and tummy. 

She gasped with surprise. "You little bugger!" she hissed and realized his eyes were glued to her top. The results of the cold water on her warm skin were evident as she felt her nipples hard against the fabric of the white cotton bathing suit top, made slightly see-through by the water. She blushed a little, but did nothing to cover up and Mark did not avert his eyes. 

"Found the water a little cold did you Aunt Jen?" he asked her mischievously. 

She didn't know what to say since it appeared he was flirting with her and she had never experienced this before. Well, she thought, two can play that game. "I think you can see how cold the water was," she told him as she circled a hard nipple with her fingertip.

He blushed and walked over to the table and poured himself a glass of ice tea while she went to lie on the chaise lounge. Mark walked over to the lounge and scooted her over while he sat down on it. "Aunt Jen, are you gonna miss me when I go to college?" 

Suddenly he looked so young and scared. She sat up and put her arms around him. "Of course I'll miss you baby," she reassured him, "more than you could know," she whispered. 

"More than you miss my dad?" he asked and she sucked her breath in with surprise. 

"What are you talking about?" she asked. 

"I know," was all he said and he held her tighter in an attempt to stop her from shivering. "I heard him on the phone with you the day before he and mom died. He loved you Aunt Jen." She could no longer hold back the tears. 

She tried to get up but he held her in the chaise lounge. "Is that why you come into my room at night, Aunt Jen, to look at me and be reminded of him?" She was speechless now. He smiled. "Yeah, I knew you were there." 

His hands caressed her shoulders and her back and she went back in her mind to the intimate times with his father. Before she even realized, he had pushed her back against the chaise lounge and kissed her, long and hard. 

She tried to resist but it was a feeble attempt and they both knew it. His hands roamed all over her body and she felt weak from his touch. He kissed the tops of her breasts as his hands fumbled to release them from the confines of her top. Her protests fell upon deaf ears as his hands eagerly ripped the fabric and her breasts sprung out at him. 

"Oh Godddd Auntie Jen," he moaned as he captured one in his hand and raised it to his mouth. He licked the nipple slowly at first then greedily placed his mouth over it and began to suck. She moaned and whimpered and told him how good it felt and begged him to stop and not to stop. And he didn't.

As he leaned over she could feel his cock growing, the hardness pressing into her leg. She reached between them and stroked it through his bathing suit and she felt his body tense. He switched to concentrate on her other breast and as she continued to stroke he sucked harder. Little bites, nips made her cry out with pleasurable pain. Oh God, this was so wrong but felt so right. 

"Lets go into the house," she said and he picked her up easily and carried her in through the patio doors and directly upstairs to her bedroom. He threw her down on the bed and slowly peeled off his wet shorts. As he stood there she admired his cock; about as long as his fathers had been but the girth was truly impressive. She didn't believe she had ever seen one so thick, and her mind went to thoughts of how it would feel buried in her mouth, her pussy. 

And as if he could read her mind he reached down and pulled off her shorts and bathing suit bottoms and admired her smooth pussy. He lowered his head and kissed her. "I'm sorry Aunt Jen, but I really want to fuck you. Please Aunt Jen, please don't say no." She spread her legs as her response and he pushed his hard member into her with all the enthusiasm. impatience and awkwardness of a teenage boy. 

"OH GODDDDD," he screamed as he pushed in and out of her, "AUNT JENNNNN!" She felt his cum fill up her pussy and he groaned and moaned as his cock emptied into her. She squeezed him with her muscles and he gasped, "Oooooh Aunt Jennnnnnnnn."

He rolled off her and collapsed at her side. She rolled on to her side and kissed his cheek. He was flushed and damp and slightly embarrassed for cumming so fast. She laughed softly and told him not to worry. She kissed him lightly on the lips, then the neck. She trailed kisses down his throat, his chest; little licks over his pebble-like nipples. She felt his body twitch and he moaned softly with little whimpering noises that reminded her once again of his father. She kissed the soft skin of his belly and even the nest of pubic hair at the base of his cock.

She licked his cock from the base to the tip on the underside and he yelled out, "GODDDDD that feels sooooooooooo good. Ooooh Aunt Jen no one has ever done that before." So she did it again .. and again. And when she parted her lips and sucked in just the head he thought he had died and gone to heaven. 

Her lips felt stretched taking in his girth, but she continued to slide her mouth up and down his cock, sliding it further down till she started to gag. He was moving his hips up and down, slowly fucking her mouth. She felt his body jerk and a stream of cum shoot into her mouth. How could he have so much after cumming that short while ago? He continued to spurt and his moans filled the room. When his body relaxed she slowly slid her mouth off his cock and crawled up to kiss him. "Taste yourself," she said and though he hesitated at first, he eventually captured her mouth with his and licked the traces of his cum from her lips. 

"Aunt Jen.. will you take me to college, just you, not Uncle Jeff?" She nodded her head yes. "And Aunt Jen, will you visit me, just you, not Uncle Jeff?" 

"Of course, whatever my baby boy wants."

"Oh really?" he asked with a devilish grin. He rolled on to his side facing her and pushed his leg between hers feeling the dampness of her pussy against his thigh. He lowered his head and enveloped a nipple with his lips. She moaned and he pushed his leg up against her pussy spreading her lips and pressing against her clit. He pulled on her nipple with his lips, elongating it, making it hard. She moaned loudly, squirming against his leg. And when she came she screamed out his name ... as she had his fathers so many years ago.

They awoke to the sound of the phone ringing ... 

"Hi baby ... my plane has been delayed and I won't be in till tomorrow. Yeah, I'm fine. How's Mark? Good, good. Okay baby, see you then."

She looked into Mark's eyes. "Uncle Jeff won't be home till tomorrow morning." 

He just smiled at her. "Aunt Jen, would you do me a favor?" and he laughed mischievously as he pushed her on her back and straddled her chest. 



Like Father, Like Son & Son



My older brother Dean has always looked out for me. He's three years older, wiser by a decade and always handling problem situations.

Blood is thicker than mud, especially when Dean was involved. He'd gotten me out of numerous jams over the years.

He took care of me this summer, but in a very special way. You see, he'd been working for Mrs. Bennett for several summers on breaks from college. He actually was heading out of down after graduation, and started bringing me along to his summer job with hopes of me taking over for him when he had left.

The work was pretty simple. Odd jobs around the house, taking care of the lawn, lots of painting and some other errands that took time but weren't all the difficult. Mrs. Bennett was a good looking mature woman in her early 40s. Her husband was a local businessman who spent hours at his three stores and weekends at the golf club.

The first time Dean brought me along we worked in the back yard, cutting back an overgrown tree and disposing of the branches. Then we worked on the lawn. When Mrs. Bennett called us to the back porch for ice cold drinks I remembered once more why Dean loved the work...she paid us weekly and was very attractive. 

On this day she had on her tennis outfit, a loose fitting white blouse, blue tennis shirt and sneakers. She wore a headband to hold her long brown hair away from her eyes. That night I fantasized looking into The Bennett's bedroom and watching them screw. 

I didn't think of it at the time, but one of the things that looking back should have been a tell tale sign of something was the fact that at some point in our visits Dean would work on some special project for Mrs. Bennett.

We'd do some work together as a team, then he'd head off to do this or that while I worked on some other project outside. I never thought a thing of it until a couple weeks before Dean's departure for his new job several states away.

"Hey punk, remember the time when dad was pissed off about the missing twenty from his wallet?" asked Dean one day on a break from yard work at The Bennetts.

"Of course, I mean, I don't remember anything about any missing twenty."

"Right answer! I have to say, you always could keep a secret. I mean, you could have gotten me into real trouble with dad on that little escapade, or the time we borrowed some beers from the house down the street or even the dent in the car that I said was a hit and run. You could have busted me, but you didn't."

"No reason to, those are things between us." 

Dean went on for a while, reminding me of how our brotherly bond included secrecy like a secret agent. Of course I agreed. He was my brother, and there wasn't anything I'd do to drop a dime on something he did or did not do. 

At the end of our little conversation he smiled, shook my hand, and said he'd always been able to count on me and visa versa. I wasn't short what was actually happening but there was no reason to worry, Dean would never harm me.

That day we did the lawn at The Bennetts and then we started painting the outside fence that divided the back yard from the front. I think it really was to keep people away from the back yard, but whatever. 

We worked together for about a half hour before Mrs. Bennett brought us soft drinks. Just before we were getting back to work she asked Dean if he could help her with a plumbing problem upstairs, and he said he'd be right there.

"Hey punk, I'm heading in and will need some help in about 15 minutes. Just come in and find us, okay?"

"Sure Dean, I will finish this part of the fence, put the paint brushes into the turpentine and then come in and help."

Little did I realize the kind of help that would be needed, but it was out of my mind as I restarted my painting activities. I had finished one stretch of the fence and wanted to get inside to help Dean so I washed off on the outside spigot and dropped the brushes in turpentine. I called from downstairs but didn't get an answer so I walked up a couple stairs.

"Hey Dean? Mrs. Bennett? Still need some help?"

"We're upstairs, come on up," said my brother. I walked upstairs, looked around, saw the bedroom door open and walked over.

When I got there and looking into the room I stopped in my tracks. 

Mrs. Bennett was performing fellatio on my brother, right there in her bedroom. My eyes nearly popped out while watching Mrs. Bennett on her knees sucking my brother's cock. He had his hands on her head, gently guiding the woman up and down on his throbbing monster.

"Hey bro, come on it and sit down," said my brother with a huge smile. 

Stunned, I couldn't move. I had never seen a blowjob in progress, other that in dad's magazines that he hid downstairs in the basement. And Mrs. Bennett, well, she was so perfect in every way. She was beautiful woman who in my mind would never, ever, suck on a cock.

Yet she was worshiping Dean's dick. Not only that, she had to know I was there watching. One hand was jerking Dean's cock into her mouth, while the other was caressing his thigh.

But there right in front of me Dean was getting his cock cleaned by the pretty woman. She sucked and slurped the knob and by the way she was acting it wasn't the first time. 

She didn't even make an attempt to move away from my brother when I came into the room. It actually looked as if she liked sucking cock. I was truly amazed. 

My brother told me to sit down and get comfortable, and I somehow found my way over to a chair and sat. How do you get comfortable watching two lovers? I sat and gawked.

I watched as Dean rocked back and forth with Mrs. Bennett taking his cock deep into her mouth then slowly letting him pull it out. His pants were around his knees and she was fully clothed. Still, it was a beautiful sight. 

It was so very erotic, and I thought my eyes might pop out watching the action. She bobbed her head on Dean's knob with finesse and flair. I mean, she wasn't just going up and down on it, she would suck, bob her head, suck some more. Taking most of his dick in her mouth then slowly releasing it.

The sight was amazing, but the sounds really made things. She sort of hummed a little, making little noises and the dick pounded her face. Slurping sounds could be heard as the saliva from her mouth greased the sock. Some slipped out of her mouth in little dribbles. 

It was an amazing sight and I couldn't help fondling my cock through my pants. 

"Hey bro, ever have your cock sucked?" asked my brother, talking as if Mrs. Bennett wasn't there. I swear she pulled back a little when he said those words but she level let his cock out of her sucking wet mouth. "Come on over and get a better look."

I stumbled over to the two lovers, watching intently as the woman sucked my brother's cock. "Drop your pants," said Dean. "Let's get that cock out in the open."

Totally embarrassed, I looked quizzically at him. He nodded his head yes, and as if in a trance I unbuckled by belt and dropped my jeans to the floor. Mrs. Bennett reached over with one hand and .pulled my throbbing cock from my underwear, stroking it while sucking on my brother. The feeling was superb.

"Why don't you suck him," asked my brother, and Mrs. Bennett didn't miss a beat. She removed Dean's cock from her mouth and replaced it with mine. 

Oh my, it was beyond unbelievable. Nancy, a former girlfriend, had jerked me off. But she drew the line there. I'd never had a mouth on my dick. Mr. Bennett, though, used her wet lips around the tip of my cock in practiced fashion and then slowly made their way down the shaft. All the while she was jerking off Dean.

As quickly as she started, she stopped. We both groaned. 

The woman looked up at us from her kneeling position and smiled. "Lie down on the bed, boys, side by side." 

We did, out cocks standing full, pointed toward the ceiling. Mrs. Bennett stood at the end of the bed, admiring us. Then she scooted up onto the bed and knelt with one knee between each of our legs. She reached out, grasping our dicks, one in each hand, and began to stroke them.

The sensations were exquisite. My dick was enjoying a wonderful hand job from the pretty mom. Dean reached up and began unbuttoning Mrs. Bennett's blouse and she made nary a move to stop him. Soon it was fully open and he reached over and unhitched the front clasp bra, baring her full and firm breasts to our view. Her mounds were slightly jiggling as her hands moved up and down on our cocks. 

She worked the dicks in time with each other, pumping both up and down about the same time. I watched as she did it, and it was as if she was concentrating on doing the up and down together.

All of a sudden Mrs. Bennett bent over and began licking my shaft and with equal suddenness I exploded all over the place. I could not help myself. Just like that cum shot everywhere, up in the air, onto her face, onto her hands. Thing is, her hand never stopped stroking Dean. She kept jerking his dick while licking my cock and tasting some of the sticky sauce that had shot out.

"Yum, you taste so good, so hot," said the woman. Damn, I was embarrassed for shooting fast but euphoric about the hand job turned lick job turned explosion. 

She kept her hand on my dick and began working her mouth on Dean's dick. I watched as she bobbed her head up and down his cock while jerking it from its base. My breathing came under control, but Dean's was increasing. 

His hands moved again to her head and guided her up and down on his cock exactly how he wanted it. 

"Oh yes, baby, yes, that's it. Do it Mrs. Bennett. Suck my cock. Oh!"

With that warning I saw Dean's dick pulsate and soon he was cumming in her mouth. The woman never lifted her head off his cock as his cum sauce joined my in her mouth cavity and soon her stomach. All the while she jerked my dick with on hand while milking his dick with her mouth.

It was quite the erotic sight, and I just laid back and enjoyed the sensations. After a bit I felt movement on the bed and saw Mrs. Bennett getting up. She had a look of concern on her face. 

"I can't believe I just did that," said the woman.

Dean told her not to worry, everything was fine, and that it was our little secret. She got up and went into the bathroom, brushing her teeth, while Dean and I dressed. He told me to get back downstairs and he'd join me in a minute. No questions asked, I zipped out of there still on my orgasmic high. 

A couple minutes later Dean joined me downstairs. The look on my face must have asked many questions, and he told me to relax. We touched up a few spots and then cleaned up the utensils before starting out way back home. Along the way we stopped at a park and sat down.

"Kid, what happened was between us. I trust you not to say anything to anyone about it, just like we've kept secrets in the past. If you mention a word I will not only kick your ass, I will make your life miserable. Got it."

I nodded yes. "But..."

"No buts about it. It's a total secret. Mrs. Bennett has a lot to lose, and that's never going to be an issue. What happened today is a total secret, our secret, right."

We shook hands on it as I said "Right."

Dean knew I had questions. He told the tale. It was quite a story. He'd been working for Mrs. Bennett around the house since a senior in high school. Nothing ever happened, at least not until he graduated. And that was only because he found a diary. Dad's diary. Well, not a diary, but a date book.

In it he found details that dad, our dad, had dated the then Jackie Bigalow, in high school. He and Jackie were close, very close, and so close that dad had a little method of recording his conquests of the girl. And X was apparently sexual intercourse, an O was oral sex. There were lots of Xs and Os but mostly Os. 

"It took me weeks to figure it out, but when it came to me it was obvious. Dad was a horn dog in the day," explained my bother. 

Dean knew the lady as Mrs. Bennett, but somewhere along the line he came on to the fact that her maiden name was Bigalow. And he put two and two together when one day Mrs. Bennett said something about Dean being just like his father. 

Then came the day he caught her crying, that she'd found out her husband had an affair with his secretary. She was pissed, but forgave him. Heck, she had to, her husband was a powerful man with a lot to lose but a stable of lawyers that would ensure he wouldn't. She was accustomed to living a life of luxury, even if it mean her husband strayed from their marital bed. 

But one thing led to another as Dean consoled her and told her how pretty she was and how her husband was a bastard. That was the first time she blew him, right there in her husband's study, supposedly to get "even." 

They had a regular dalliance since. It was an intimate relationship, nothing else. No love, although he said she was special to him and visa versa. But he was going away for work and he knew she had needs. Today was planned on his part after they had fantasized about her being with two guys. 

Today was the beginning of something new, and I was the benefit of things. 

"Like father, like son," said Dean. "And another son!"

* * * * * 

What a week it was. How can I explain it? 

One week before that magical weekend day I had only dreamt about getting my cock sucked. Now, in the days after joining my brother Dean in Mrs. Bennett's bedroom, I was no longer the same. I had been given oral sex by a wonderful married lady.

My brother had been sucked off as well on the same bed as we each watched each other's erotic behavior. Mrs. Bennett was the perfect hostess, sucking each of our cocks off. And we loved it.

Dean told me time and again that week about this being our little secret, and I knew he was right. First off, why mess up a good thing. Second, I didn't want him to kick my ass. Third, if Mr. Bennett and his violent temper found out, heads would roll. No, this was going to be a covert operation. 

Still, I wondered what was next. Would there be a second time? Dean said to calm down, that what would happen would happen, but I'd like it. 

Fact is, be was moving away for work. Mrs. Bennett liked the prior arrangement in my brother and had expressed interest in me as his successor. The fact that many years before our father had also sampled her charms made it all the more erotic. 

The next Saturday we arrived at her house, a pleasant colonial set off from the street with about a half acre of yard, all excited. I think we both were hoping for a repeat of the prior week's activities. Dean said he'd direct the action, and that nothing was a sure thing. We would see what would happen.

It didn't take long to find out.

We were clearing some overgrown brush when Mrs. Bennett brought out some cold drinks, a nice blue sweater top and a knee length black skirt. She looked so sexy, a real MILF. 

We made small talk for a bit before she said there was some work to be done in the house, and asked Dean to handle it. She turned and left us, and my brother merely told me to keep working and he'd let me know what was up.

I found it odd that Mrs. Bennett could look us in the eyes, smile and act if there had never been an intimate moment between us. Yet I hoped there would be more in our future. I continued to work in the yard, but, quite frankly, I didn't get much work done. I kept listening from my name to be called.

It seemed like an eternity, but it was probably only 15 minutes, when the kitchen window opened and Dean called for me to come inside and help. I didn't need to be asked twice, running toward the back door. I figured he'd left Mrs. Bennett upstairs but figured wrong. I hadn't seen her from the outside, but once back in the kitchen I saw her with her head down on the counter and Dean banging her from behind.

I was staring at her pretty ass bouncing against the counter and rebounding back toward him as Dean screwed her. Mrs. Bennett's skirt was lifted, and her panties were draped on one ankle. Her legs were spread wide apart and her midsection flexed.

"Oh, oh, oh," said the woman, oblivious to my entrance. "That's soooo good. Don't stop baby."

Dean merely smiled at me and asked me to come over. "She has a nice ass, doesn't she?" asked my brother as he continued to rut against the woman.. "Go ahead, feel it."

I fondled her ass while he kept his rocking inside the woman. He banged her from behind while I rubbed her ass. What a perfect ass, I thought. Firm, soft and oh so attractive. And my brother was flailing into her pussy from behind, feeling that ass with each stroke. 

It was awesome, but Dean had other ideas.

"How about sucking us, Mrs. Bennett," asked my brother, moving out of the woman, his dick giving a little plop. The woman didn't hesitate, as she quickly stood then got down on her knees, grabbing a dick in each hand as if in a trance. I remember looking down and seeing her smile as she grasp our dicks. 

We stood side-by-side as Mrs. Bennett alternated kisses and sucks on each cock, using her hand to stroke the guy she wasn't blowing. Damn, it was hot. She would work a bit on one cock, licking it, kissing it then sucking it, and the moving her head to taste a new slab or meat. I marveled at how she took the cock seconds after it was firmly situated in her snatch. 

Her head had bobbed on each of us for a while before Dean reached over and lifted first her sweater top and then her bra off her tits, unleashing the woman flesh to our eyes. She made quite an impression, on her knees with her tits bouncing as she moved up and down on a cock. 

Then a miracle happened. She grabbed a cock in each hand and jerked at the same time while looking up at us. "I want to try something guys, how about it. How about making my fantasy come true?"

Dean mumbled something like yes but I think he was game for anything. I was merely along for the ride and would agree as well.. 

The woman pushed us close together and then pulled each of our cocks toward her mouth. She opened wide and slipped Dean's dick in her mouth. But unlike the week before this time she grabbed by cock and pulled me closer. 

She wasn't going to, she couldn't? She could! Soon she had each dick into her mouth at the same time!

It felt so wrong and weird, there we were, side-by-side. Each of us her his dick in her mouth. I felt Dean's against mine in her mouth. Soon that thought left me as I felt her tongue licking the underside my by prick while her lips grabbed the sides of our cocks. 

Looking down her cheeks bulged as our cocks invaded her mouth. 

I couldn't help for stare at the erotic sight. She couldn't really blow us, she merely mouthed our two dicks at the same time. The feeling was incredible. 

With a gasp she pulled them out and smiled. "I did it, I got both of your monsters in my mouth," said the woman with a big smile. That did it for me, as I shot several spurts of cum all over her face. Just like that. 

I couldn't help myself, and fell into a kitchen chair as Dean was moving Mrs. Bennett back around and over the kitchen sink.

Soon he was fucking the woman from behind again, and I watched as she rubbed my cum against her face while taking Dean's cock from behind. He didn't spare much, as he banged the woman hard and fast. 

I heard her moan and groan while Dean dicked her, faster and faster, until I heard him grunt and shoot his load into the married woman's pussy. 

They rocked together for a minute before Dean slipped out of her, and Mrs. Bennett responded by performing more oral on my brother. She downright cleaned his cock like a pro. 

Looking in amazement, I knew I was in for a wonderful summer. Like father, like son and son.