0 comments/ 255956 views/ 17 favorites A Birthday Celebration By: AWesTexUn Janey was born fifteen minutes after Jenny. The dads met while looking in the nursery window and discovered they only lived two blocks apart. Although Jenny's parents were much older than Janey's, a friendship that developed from the shared experience carried over to the little girls. They became best friends and were inseparable. They started to school together, shared everything, and began dating at the same time. They dressed alike and always wore their dark hair in the same style. Janey's eyes are a little bluer; Jenny's are a little more gray. Often being taken for sisters, even twins, caused little girl giggles. Their similarities have continued as adults. Both are slender in build but have curves in all the right places. Janey is a quarter inch taller at five eleven and their weight is within a few pounds of each other. They can and often do swap clothes. Although using the same large B, small C-cup bra size, depending on the cut of the bra, Janey's breasts are a little more elongated with slightly larger nipples while Jenny's are more cone shaped with larger more puffy areolas. Each of them skipped the second grade, graduated high school at seventeen, and with the first divergence, on their eighteenth birthday, Jenny married with Janey serving as Maid of Honor. As the newlyweds left the Wedding Reception for their honeymoon, Janey, having been into the spiked punch too liberally, left with the Best Man for his motel room. Each became pregnant on Jenny's Wedding Night. Just over nine months later, Jenny gave birth to a son, Jacky, and a few minutes later Janey had me, Jamey. My father had reluctantly offered to marry my mother but she declined, choosing to raise me by herself. Never refusing to allow him to visit me, she also never really encouraged it, although she would notify him of important events in my life like graduations and sports awards. He is married, has other children, and I had not seen him for almost three years. My mother never married, though not from a lack of opportunities. Her parents died in an auto accident shortly after my birth. They were not wealthy, but the home, insurance and investments they had have allowed us to live comfortably. For something to do, she began working in a boutique after I started to school. A year later she and Jenny decided to purchase it. They now have three in various parts of the city and with good managers they no longer spend much time working. Although they visit the shops regularly, it is in an overseer capacity. Jenny's parents retired when she married, bought an RV to travel and live in, and gave her their home as a wedding gift. Jenny's husband Jack was killed in an industrial accident when Jacky was two. Receiving a very substantial insurance settlement, she never remarried. She said she could find no one to equal Jack and what they had. Jacky and I are as alike as two peas in a pod, just like our mothers. We are also best friends, grew up together and lost our virginities on the same night while on a double-date. Away from home, if you saw one of us you would see the other as we were always together. Often we have the same thought at the same time. While young, we developed the habit of calling the other mother Jackymom or Jameymom. They soon began calling each other that also. I had probably spent a quarter of my life in Jackymom's home; Jacky has done the same at our house. We would sleep over at one or the other's home if we had something special planned the next day to get an early start. While we were small, when either mother had a date, which often happened, the other would be the babysitter. Jackymon usually refers to me as Son Two, a nice little play on words. To celebrate our eighteenth birthday, we would graduate high school in less than a week, the mothers told us they decided to treat us to a Friday evening at a very nice restaurant and dance club. They dressed as if we were going out on a date. Jackymom and Jacky came in our front door as Jameymom emerged from her bedroom. I looked at them, and then at Jacky. We had the same thought; we have two absolute foxes here, pure walking sex appeal. It was the first time either of us had looked at our moms and saw Woman. It was instant hard on time. With mascara, blue eye liner, pale rose colored lipstick, Jameymom had on a low cut, mid thigh length, spaghetti strapped light blue sheath with the color almost exactly the same as her eyes. A single strand of pearls bisected her chest calling attention to the beginning of her cleavage, pearl stud earrings, dark stockings and heels completed her ensemble. Jackymom was dressed similarly with her gray sheath matching her eyes. Her gold stud earrings matched a gold choker necklace. The evening was fantastic. The meal was absolutely delicious and they allowed us couple of cocktails for the occasion. The conversation was stimulating, witty and amusing. Often, as they were laughing, they would lean forward to treat us to down blouse shots of their beautiful breasts. Several times as Jameymom leaned forward, she placed her hand high on my thigh, as for balance, and would give a little squeeze as she removed it. Dancing, changing partners after each dance, Jacky and I tried to hide our perpetual erections. We were certain our mothers knew and knew what their teasing was doing to us. It seemed to amuse them although they never mentioned to us our state of arousal. During my first dance with Jameymon, I tried to maintain a decorous distance between us, but soon her body was pressed against mine. The feel of her breasts against me, the way her thighs touched mine as we moved, only aggravated my erection. Jackymom danced the same way. Finally though, the night had to come to an end. Jameymom allowed me to drive home. As I held the car door open for her to enter, she sat down facing me. Swinging her legs to get in, she spread them. Her dress rode up giving me a tantalizing glimpse of the tops of her stockings and her panty clad pussy. I almost shot off in my pants. As I glanced up, red faced, she was looking at me with a slight smile. When I started the car she slid next to me, thigh touching thigh, as if she was really my date. She had not pulled her skirt down. I could see bare skin at the top of her stockings. She took my arm pulling it around her neck and on her shoulder so my fingertips were brushing the swell of the top of her breast. Her head was against my neck. She laid her arm on my thigh with her hand holding the inside of my knee. Her elbow pressed the side my throbbing dick. As I drove under street lights I could see down her bodice. My mouth was dry. My brain was spinning. I was so hard it hurt. I do not remember much of the drive home, just the view resulting from the lights. When I stopped in front of Jackymom's house, Jacky was to come after his truck the next day, I hopped out to open the car door so she and Jacky could exit. As she slid out, her dress rode up like Jameymom's had done. I could not breathe. She hugged me as she stood and gave me an open mouth kiss which curled my hair. We had often kissed, but only mother-son kisses, pecks on the mouth at times, but usually on a cheek or on the forehead. I had never received such a sexually charged kiss. She then whispered in my ear for me to enjoy my birthday. I thought I had been. I was still in a daze after parking the car in the driveway and entering our house. Jameymom Jameymom wanted to know if I was enjoying my birthday so far, and, as my answer was affirmative, was I ready for it to end. Saying I was not, she then asked if I wanted another drink. I jokingly replied, three in one night, are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me. Placing her hands on my cheeks, she looked me in the eye and asked softly if I wanted her to do so. I was stunned. My mind reeled. What did she mean? Was she asking me to, to, fuck her, to make love to her? At noon I had never had a sexual thought about her. Tonight, I had a perpetual hard, an erection for almost six straight hours. Looking at her, looking at Jackymom, touching them, holding them, dancing with them, fantasies had been running riot all night. As I stood there, she stepped into me, driving her tongue into my open mouth. The kiss was definitely not a birthday kiss, not a mother-son kiss. Her hard nipples stabbed into my chest as she inserted a thigh between my legs and rubbed my erection. Her cuntal mound was pressed against my thigh. My arms wrapped around her, squeezing so hard I know she had trouble breathing. Breaking the kiss and leaning her head back so our eyes locked, she asked if I wanted her as much as she wanted me. I just started babbling. I do not remember exactly what I said and some if it probably did not make sense, but it included: do you know what you are doing to me, you are beautiful, Jameymom, your my mother, I have been hard all night, I love you, why are you teasing me, I want you, what is going on? Laughing delightedly, then commanding me to follow her, she led me by the hand into her bedroom. She began to slowly remove my clothes. Stopping me from moving twice, once when I was going to help and the other when I tried to touch her, by the time she had me stripped I was shivering as if the temperature was below zero. Kissing me but stopping me from putting my arms around her, she pushed me back until I sat on the bed. I was so hard I was hunched over and leaning forward. Standing tall, she reached behind her and unzipped her dress. It slipped to the floor as she wiggled. I sucked in my breath with an audible hiss as she posed in her bra, panties, thigh high stockings and heels. Softly she said it looks as if her Baby likes his Jameymom. Oh, god, yes, I whispered. She unclasped her bra and let it drop. She placed her hands on her hips, hooked her thumbs in her panties, and slowly, so slowly, lowered them. A small triangle of fine dark hair appeared, pointing downward to her sex. As her labia became exposed, glistening as if oiled and as hairless as her stomach and thighs, I drank the vision with my eyes. I continued to whisper that she was beautiful, she was gorgeous, she was, she was, perfect. I hesitantly raised my hands, cupping her breasts while letting the nipples dig into my palms. I looked up at her smiling eyes, into the love shining from them. Leaning forward to kiss me, running her tongue around the inside of my mouth, she crawled onto the bed and tugged me up beside her. I moved a hand down to her pussy, feeling, stroking the lips. She began to instruct me, telling me to slow down and take my time, not to get in a hurry, that we had all night. Easing a finger between the lips, it began swimming in her slickness as it entered her love tunnel. First one, then two fingers were entering and leaving, twisting and turning, as I spread the slickness over her cuntal mound. Her hips began moving, trying to follow and recapture the fingers as they withdrew. I could feel the suction and the grip of the internal muscles as my fingers would leave. As I played with her pussy, touching the little button at the top, she was sighing and moaning that it felt good, sooo gooood. My dick was so hard it was aching. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around it. As she tugged on it twice, I erupted. Cum shot up her arm, on her side and onto her belly as I was screaming, oh no, oh god, I'm sorry, I didn't want that to happen. Laughing delightedly, she got up to get a wet cloth and said she knew my first time would be quick, too quick, but not that fast. She hushed me, telling me it was ok, that I could now last longer and we could enjoy it more. Laying back down beside me, she started kissing me again, running a hand over my face, chest and stomach. I had almost completely softened when her fingers wrapped around me again. In three heartbeats I was rock hard. My passion, my desire, my longing was rekindled. She began trying to pull me on top of her, nibbling my ear lobe, while whispering in me, in me, I want you in me. She rubbed my dick through her cleft, soaking the head with her slipperiness, then into her canal. I began rocking back and forth going deeper and deeper as I lubed. She pulled her legs up, locking her heels behind my back. Her pussy pointed almost straight up allowing me the deepest possible penetration. As soon as I was buried completely in her, I stopped moving. I savored that most wonderful and fantastic of feelings, being sheathed in a pussy. I was in heaven. She started moving first. Lowering, then raising her hips, she was sliding her pussy down, then back up, on my dick. I started to slowly move in and out, up and down, relishing the sensational effect of the movement on my dick. I felt as if I was wrapped in velvet, the warmth, the suction, the squeezing, a slickness like honey; then her contractions started. Mini climaxes began to ripple through her, her thighs quivering, her stomach undulating, the little orgasms rolling like ocean waves through her. My eyes were closed as her sensations washed through me as well. She mumbled, oh god, my Baby, my Baby, oh god, my Baby, my Baby. I wanted the feelings to never end, the sensations to last forever. I did not think I would ever tire of this in and out, up and down, the stroking into that most sacred of places. Finally I felt a tingling begin building in my balls, my scrotum tightening, my pace began quickening. Knowing I was getting close, she began chanting in my ear, cum for me Baby, cum for me Baby, until I erupted. I buried my self as deep as I could go, jerking with each shot. It pushed her over the edge. She screamed she was cumming. Her arms and legs were like steel bands wrapped around me as she convulsed in a major orgasm. I went limp. All of my muscles turned to rubber. I lay on her and could not move. I was sucking wind like I had ran a race. I enjoyed the laying on her, breasts to chest, belly to belly, pubic areas still enjoined, her legs alongside and over mine. My eyes were closed. We were face to face with our noses touching; I was breathing her breath. When I opened my eyes hers were smiling into mine. Recuperating a little, I tried to get off of her. She tightened her grip asking me not to move. When I said I am too heavy, she replied I was just right, she liked my weight on her. We lay entwined as our post-orgasmic glow slowly faded. My brain slowly started working, almost as if I was regaining consciousness. I had just fucked, no, I had just made love to my MOTHER. That is wrong! NO! Something so good, so wonderful, can not be wrong. This is just between us. No one need ever know. Oh God! This is my Birthday Present! Never again? She said we had all night. Only tonight? I do not know if I can live with that. I do not WANT to live with that. I love this person, not just as my mother, but as a woman. This can not be, must not be, a one time thing. Finally I said to her that she knew I loved her and got a yep response. I then said if she did not know I loved what we just did then she was not as smart as I thought she was and got the same yep. I told her I had two questions and got the simple response of ask. Why, what brought this on was the first. She told me she and Jackymom had been talking about Jacky's and my upcoming birthday. They decided their eighteenth had been the best of their lives because Jacky and I were the result. They decided to make ours as memorable as theirs had been, no, with a smile, not getting us pregnant, but elevating the love we had for each other to the physical limit between a woman and a man, not just as mother and son. She said she knew I would always remember this night and hoped it would be with enjoyment. My heart sank as I thought, what about other nights? Jackymon and Jacky, a question was in my voice, and got the standard yep. Now for the second I said and received a flippant ask away. Feeling me stiffen and realizing I was dead serious, she said that she was sorry, that she did not mean to be a smart ass, then wanted to know what was my question. I said the birthday is over tomorrow, what happens then. She took my face in her hands looking into my eyes. She said she could delay answering my question by asking what I wanted, but that she knew that answer. She drew a deep breath and told me that her bed was my bed when I wanted and as long as I wanted to be in it. She went on to say she had not anticipated how much pleasure she would receive, she had just intended to give it, nor how much she would want for it to happen again. I said again, and again, and again. Yes, yes, yes was the response. I started hardening in her. She said that something must have liked her answer and she was glad she answered correctly. We began the dance of love again. I pushed a leg down alongside, then under, mine. I rolled onto my back and carried her on top me. Telling her I wanted to play with her body, she started riding me, up and down, back and forth, moving her hips in circles as I felt, stroked, caressed, fondled, pinched, and pulled on body parts from her head to her toes. Although different, this second time was as satisfying, as fulfilling as the first had been. She lay on me as I had on her as we talked, of our love, of our happiness, and of the extraordinary satisfaction we shared. I went to sleep with her laying on me. I woke during the night with her holding my dick. She was gently squeezing and relaxing with a smile on her face while she slept. Her back was to me as she lay on one of my arms. My other hand was gripping a breast. As I moved the hand down to her pussy and began caressing it with my finger tips, she gave a sigh and turning on her back, spread her legs to give me better access. I immediately latched on to a nipple and started sucking on it. She must have cleaned herself up as I slept; I felt no dried residue. Without opening her eyes, she grinned and said if I did not quit what I was doing in an hour and a half she was going to take a belt to her Baby. I mounted her, telling her with me on top of you, you can not get up to get that belt. Good was her reply! It was almost ten in the morning when I woke again, to the feeling of being licked and sucked on my nipples. As I reached for her she jumped out of bed, saying that we needed to take a quick bath and fix some breakfast as she was starved. I responded that I was hungry but not that hungry, I could wait a while. She pulled me out of bed and into the shower saying that after breakfast she would take me back to bed because she knew a growing boy needs his rest. I was not growing I told her, if she would look she would see I was already grown. That got a beautiful laugh. I snuck up behind and into her after we entered the shower. It was not a real quick bath. We just lounged around all day Saturday. After stripping for the second time, we stayed naked, so there less time needed for us to begin a new round of our sexual playing. I could not get enough of her; she was as eager as I was. I was touching or holding her almost constantly. She held on to my dick as if it was a bird that would fly away if she let go. We played on the kitchen table after breakfast. The height of the table was perfect. As I was stroking into her, the angle of my dick rubbed her g-spot. I thought the table was going to collapse from the gyrations as she climaxed almost continuously. I wanted to use my mouth on her as I had done on a couple of girlfriends, but stopping me, she said later. She sat on my lap with me buried in her while we watched a movie on TV. I think I was in her for over three hours. Not fucking or making love, we were just relishing the feeling of being joined. I did not know my skin surface was so sensitive. Where it contacted her body, it absorbed her essence. I explored every square inch of that beautiful body, then did it again to make certain I had not missed a spot the first time. Each time I tried to kiss or lick her beautiful pussy she would stop me and side track me into another action. Doggy fashion, standing with her legs and arms wrapped around me and her back against the wall, face to face on our sides on the bed, we tried every position I could think of. We went to sleep early, exhausted, but holding each other, cuddling and enjoying our closeness. Waking on Sunday morning, we made slow languid long lasting love. I tried to draw it out, to make it last as long as possible, but it was still over much, much too quickly. A Birthday Celebration Sincere thanks to my editor ScarlettKisses making the language more fluent and the story more complete. -------- We are together for celebrating my sister eighteenth anniversary. The day took off in the morning with a champagne breakfast in her bedroom. She was embarrassed when we walked in singing "For she is a jolly..." Oh what nice she was in her little pyjamas. The small maiden tits just viewable through the thin fabric. She tried to hide herself by pulling the quilt higher. The scheme of the day was that the lunch was to be a family case at her parent's home. Later in the afternoon a party of young people would get away to a local restaurant for dinner. During the lunch I made a short speech for the celebration child. She immediately objected and said that her childhood was gone. Now she was a woman! I reminded her about the first time I met her. "You were a persistent little girl of ten. You were very jealous about your sister and me, always trying to take me away from her, never allowing your sister to be alone with me, often taking place on my lap." "You have your own boyfriend now. I am left out of account! But you must know, I am jealous on your boyfriend for having such a charming lady," I said with a humorous twinkle in my eyes. I looked at my wife and she laughed. Just as everyone else. I called for cheers and wished her all the best for the future. The family talks went on in the usual manner when being together. By around three o'clock some young callers arrived. It was time for us to go for the restaurant. We had made an arrangement with the owner, a good friend of the family, to have the place for ourselves the whole night. We were some twenty youngsters. True to say, all of us older than eighteen and friends of my sister and of my wife. In the whole troop the most celebrated were the young Mary and her boyfriend Arne. Then you have her elder sister, my wife Sarah, who always is the one with the feet on earth. In the troop there is also Mary's closest female friends Lilly and Carina. Yes of course I myself, Thomas, had to be added. The old man in the party - good for 28 years. It was a nice summer afternoon apart from that the temperature was somewhat too high. The noisy, thinly dressed troop walked through the streets on our way to the restaurant. Leading the party I looked back to the exhilarated girls and boys. I observed the females. Oh god, what a beautiful collection. Mary and Sarah hand in hand in their colour patterned summer dresses. The dark silhouettes of their bodies could be seen through the thin fabric when the rays of sunshine illuminated them from behind. As far as I got it Mary had no undergarments, and was stark naked besides the thin dress. Lilly and Carina went on each side of Arne. They - the girls - had bikini fashioned dresses. Their fabric covering their chests was thin and hardly covered their areoles. The nipples pushed hard into the bright fabric. Their shorts were smallest, tightest fitting that could be found anywhere. The pussy was accentuated by the soft crotch fabric shrinking inside between the lips. Arne and I wore unbuttoned white shirts put inside the waist line of our pants. Arne's youthfully hairless chest was a sharp contrast to my hair covered, broad one. Due to the hot weather we choose to take place inside the restaurant. The air-conditioning made it comfortable. The tables were arranged such that the one for guests of honour was close to the dance-floor. It was a table for six. The rest of the tables were small ones for two or four people. They were housed in the small cabinet like spaces along the walls, making the restaurant famous for its intimacy. As it was I took place between Sarah and Mary at the table of honour facing the dance floor. In front of me Arne sat down between Lilly and Carina. The restaurant owner, Clement, bid us welcome and explained that we were allowed to the whole establishment. After having ordered the food I stood up and proposed a toast for the birthday girl. Then the ice was broken. There was a tremendous atmosphere. Even Arne, normally a reserved young man, was more talkative. Obviously he got on well with the two girls. The question is if he already got too far? I understood by Mary's comments that she did not like her boyfriend to flirt with other girls. Lilly and Carina giggled and smiled to his friendly advances. I am not sure, but I think his hands were caressing their thighs. To distract Mary I started to make some comments on her nice summer dress. "It must be pleasant to wear such a light and airy dress a day like this!" Her face turned red. I went on and asked if it was real cotton. "Yes it is" she answered with a thoughtful mind, "and the fabric is of a good quality." She raised the lower part of the dress from her thighs. "Feel how thin it is!" Now it was my face turning red. By raising the dress she, deliberately or not, shown her thighs all the way up to her crotch. True, she had no underwear! "What are you doing?" shouted Sarah. "Do you want to seduce my husband?" She fixed her eyes on me. "Don't be silly," I said. "I have seen your sister naked before." However it was long time ago I thought for myself. It must have been when she spent some summer days at Sarah's and my new home. We were left alone in the house for an afternoon. Sarah was at her office for an important job. She was to be back home well before dinner. Mary was a curious young girl and asked: "How is it to be married? Tell me how to make love." I tried to explain what it is to live together. "It's wonderful to be close to Sarah. One never need to be shy in front of each other. The time will come when you will discover all the happiness of the marriage. First you must have a boyfriend to be very fond of." "Yes I know, but I want you to teach me now," she insisted. "You have to wait for your eighteenth birthday." I was embarrassed to say the least for how this discussion was to wind up. The situation was saved by Sarah who just arrived back home. "What's going on here?" she asked with a terrified voice when she saw our serious faces. I told her that her sister just wanted to know how you and I make love together! -------- Suddenly I was brought back to present time. Sarah looked at me: "How quiet you are! What are you thinking of?" I smiled and said that she always had been a saving angel. "Every time something interesting is popping up you are there to bring me in the right way." The celebration people got more and more wild. The soft music being played changed to a harder, tougher style. Some of the youths were now active on the dance floor. Arne seemed to like it and invited Lilly for a dance. He hugged her tight. His hands caught hold of her buttocks forcing her lower part hard against his thighs. To Mary's consternation he also kissed Lilly, as it appeared, in a hot love inviting way. I proposed Mary to take the chance for dancing with me. "Sarah, I hope you allow me to get hold of your sister for a while?" Sarah muttered with some disappointment in her voice: "It is up to you." When dancing I whispered in Mary's ear: "Now, you have reached your eighteenth birthday. If you still want it I will be eager to teach you how it is to be in bed with a man." She looked at me: "I have always ached for being yours. But I suppose it will hurt Sarah and destroy your marriage." "No problem," I answered and nodded sideways. Mary followed my eyes and saw that Sarah amused herself with a young dance partner. Obviously she was very interested in him. He led her as if he was a dancing-master. He took every chance to get hold of her apple shaped buttocks. His hands strived to get inside between her thighs. He managed to raise the hem of her dress. The hipsters were in view by everyone. She made no resistance, just followed him in the dance. He bent her backwards and kissed her in a most passionate way. She seemed to respond in an active way. There was a sting of jealousy going through my body. It had never happened before that Sarah, my lovely wife, kissed a man in front of me. After a while Mary and I returned to the table. Sarah's seat was empty. I looked around to find her, but there was no trace of Sarah. I asked Clement if he had seen her. He responded with an arched smile that perhaps she had to visit the ladies room. Inside me I was rather sure that her young dance partner had abducted her. I knew that there were some small "conference" rooms upstairs. Some years ago Clement told me that his guests were allowed to make use thereof if needed. I told Mary to follow me. She was a little bit disappointed too. Nor Arne was to be found. Also her best friends Lilly and Carina had disappeared! Mary and I went upstairs. I explained to her the aim of the rooms we were to inspect. She was very upset. "I really didn't think my boyfriend was to cheat on me! And with my best friends! It's unbelievable and unforgettable." "Oh you think so," I said with a smile. "What do you think he would say if you went to bed with me?" She didn't answer. Upstairs there was a hallway with doors on each side. Most of the doors were open. Inside the rooms there were a table, a pair of chairs and a twin bed. Just like a small hotel room. We continued along the hall. A few doors were closed. From behind one of the closed doors we could clearly hear what was going on inside. Words of happiness and satisfaction made its way out through the chinks of the door. From another room laughter and loud voices could be heard. However it was impossible to establish who the people were other than it was girls and boys who made each other lucky. Almost at the end of the hall we found a door being slightly open. Carefully I slowly opened it. We looked into the room. We stood as petrified of astonishment. Two nude people were quite engaged of each other. She was lying on her back on the twin bed with the feet next to the door. He straddled her pussy with his back shown to us. It was Sarah and Arne! They were not aware of being observed. Sarah moaned when Arne penetrated her pussy. Together with Arne's breathing of exertion it made us hot. I whispered: "Oh god, what a beautiful couple! We have to join them. Aren't we?" Mary was doubtful. She stared at the scene taken place in front of her. Her boyfriend satisfying her sister! "I wish he will learn something about sex," she whispered to me. "Wouldn't you learn something too?" I had put myself behind her back and cupped her tits through the thin cotton fabric. Contributed by the sounds from the two lovers the feeling of the B sized breasts gave my cock an incitement to grow hard. I was aware of a little hand searching down along my trousers. It stopped just over a bulb built up inside. The hand squeezed the trousers. "I want to see your naked body!" I heard Mary's voice echoed from the past. "And I want you to teach me the love game now!" I wasn't late to get rid of my clothes. At the same time I helped Mary out of her dress. There we stood quite nude just in front of our respective partners, who at the moment had no eyes for us. Arne was occupied with licking Sarah's clit. It was funny that he hadn't noticed us. My hands slid down along Mary's slim body. Passing her flat belly they reached the pubic bone. I turned her to face me. She stared at my hard pointing cock. "What do I do?" she whispered. I kneeled in front of her, separated her legs a little. I put my tongue inside between her pussy lips just in the height of the clit. She gasped loudly. I went on licking her pussy up and down. Her body shivered of satisfaction. She moaned and sighed. "Please, go on! Do it to me!" That was the signal announcing our presence to Sarah and Arne. The sudden interruption of their activities was for sure not what they wanted. They looked at us and Sarah asked irritated: "What are you doing here?" But in next second she said: "Welcome on board, hear is room for four!" Mary and I entered the room. "Well I'm here to show Mary how you and I make love together. You know, she has always wondered what we are doing at home at night. Now it's up to you to show her!" Sarah smiled and said that obviously we already had got a good introduction then observing Arne's wonderful knowledge in the matter. Arne stood in front of Mary. His face expressed a look of appeal. It was obvious that he didn't know how to handle the situation. "Oh, come on!" I said, hugged Mary and kissed her. She immediately responded by trying to reach my cock. She knelt and got hold of it. Once more it grew in her hand. Her mouth came closer and I forced her head against my crotch. She started to suck it. First very doubtful, then more and more aggressive like a starving child. Arne watched his girlfriend. "No, you can't do such a thing to me!" he shouted jealously. "I can't believe it, you are mine, you can't suck him off!" Sarah intervened and asked him why he only a moment ago was eager to eat her pussy if he doesn't allow Mary to have fun in a corresponding way. "She has the same rights as you to investigate the happiness of the life." Arne shook his head: "It feels so unreal to see her do something she never had done to me!" Mary showed up an astonished face. She immediately stopped her actions. She got on her feet and facing Arne she said that she wouldn't like to hurt his feelings. "I thought it was ok as you and my sister acted as you made when we found you. Please, forgive me. I love you!" Arne got close to her and embraced her. "I'm a fool and of course you have nothing to beg for excuse." They looked at each other. Her hands rested on his buttocks. An unsure smile began to cover their faces. It was obvious to Sarah and me that Arne was going hot. Mary had spread her legs. Her right hand had left his buttocks and slipped in between their nude bodies. I think she kept hold of his shaft. He brought Mary to lay down on her back on the twin bed. Straddling her body he cuddled and fondled her tits. Bent forward he kissed her lips. Their tongues met in a whirling dance, just as a battle of whom could reach furthest inside the mouth of one another. Sarah and I witnessed a real reconciliation between two loving youths. We were infected of their flaming love. We left the room with the door slightly open. "Sorry for having destroyed your teaching of a young man!" Sarah looked at me: "Jealous of him?" "No, but I was very anxious about your dance partner. Obviously he was successful in making you quite hot!" "Oh, he wasn't my type. But as I knew that you watched us I just liked to give you an eye-opener! You seemed to prefer Mary!" I was ashamed, but explained that I wanted to divert Mary's embarrassment when Arne asked Lily for a dance. "But you got rid of your cavalier?" "Yes, thanks to Arne! He understood that I didn't like the attendance when I returned to our table. He knew about the rooms upstairs and proposed me to follow him." When I heard Sarah's explanation a load was off my mind. I embraced her and said that I really had to thank Arne for his rescue action. Suddenly I was aware that Sarah and I went naked along the hallway. Some doors were still closed. Funny sounds and voices could be caught from inside. There were also some noisy voices downstairs. I heard them coming closer. It was quite clear that some people were aimed at investigate what to be found upstairs. In front of Sarah and me appeared a small group of six nude youngsters. I recognized Lilly and Carina in front of the rest of the group. Their faces got reddish when they saw our nude bodies. Lilly found herself and asked if we knew where to find Mary. I laughed: "You are anxious to know where she was gone? I can tell you that she is very busy for the moment. And I think she doesn't want to be disturbed!" Lilly stared unable to understand. One of the boys shouted: "She isn't interested in Mary but in Arne!" Lilly glared at him. "We want to thank Mary for the great birthday party! You know where she is, please, show us." I looked at Sarah and she nodded her approval. I made a sign to them to be silent. Returning to the slightly open door I waited until all six expectant nude youths were assembled in front of the door. I brought it full open. A murmur went through the hallway. In front of our wide opened eyes Mary straddled Arne who lay on his back with the feet facing the door. With her back turned to Arne's head she was somewhat bent backwards and moved up and down with his hard cock inside her vagina. Her tits bounced in a happy way for each stroke she made. Her wide spread legs gave us a good view of her nice pussy. I was afraid that she was to pass out of pure fright. She stopped her action but remained straddled above Arne. He raised his head in an attempt to see what had happened. Sarah struck up the tune: "Happy birthday to you...". The little group of nude people followed her with top of their voices. Mary got down from Arne. I whispered to them that they had to finish their heavenly exercise when alone back at home. The youths had invaded the room. Lilly had found her way to Arne and Mary was attended by two boys. Sarah and I stood in the doorway and the sight of happy teenagers foundling each other reminded us about times not long ago. Mary said something to the boys who were foundling her. They looked at Sarah and dragged her into the room. She looked surprised at me. But when I nodded my approval she followed them. I wasn't late to take care of Mary. "You know I want to be with you," she whispered in my ear. I took hold of her buttocks and pulled her up such that her legs surrounded my waist. My cock was growing hard and was soon apt for insertion. Mary hold her arms around my neck and clasped herself to my chest. Our lips found each other in a deep kiss. I let her slide down my body and my erected penis just as searched for her vaginal opening. It found its goal and slipped into a well lubricated channel. I carried her towards the bed and brought her to lie down on her back across the bed, still with my cock inside. Her bottom was in line with the edge of the bed length side in a comfortable height for me to continue. My cock slid in and out. First with a slow speed, but then with an increasingly rate. My hands had reached Mary's small breast, lifting them slightly. My fingers teased the tips of her puffed out nipples. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. Her breathing changed to short, shallow gasps. I knew she was about to orgasm. "Aaaahhhh," she came. Her pussy contracted on my cock. Her head raised from the bed. Her belly flexed. "Uuuuuhhh," she contracted again. I felt that her clit was stiff when our crotches were brought together. With a loud exhale she collapsed on the bed. I looked around to see what was going on. Everybody was in high spirit. I found that Sarah was attended by three of the young boys. I caught her eye and got the impression that she enjoyed the situation. She sat on one of the boys with his cock deep inside her ass hole when another one tried to enter her vagina from behind. The third boy stood behind her head. His hard erection protruded over her hair. I guessed he aimed to bring it in her mouth. Next to Mary and me, Lilly and Carina were quite busy with Arne, who lay on his back on the bed. His cock was buried in Lilly's cunt while Carina straddled his head. I caught the glimpse of how his tongue tried to encircle her clit. The girls faced each other and their hands were foundling one another's breasts. Mary had recovered from her orgasm. She was aware of Arne's and her girlfriends' actions. She looked at me with a smile. "They are tremendous! I think Arne likes such an attention." We heard Arne's grunting and how his breathing was more and more exerted. If it wasn't for that Carina had covered his mouth with her pussy his aroused condition had came to a louder sound expression. However, from his body movements it was obvious that he cum deep inside Lilly. She screamed: "Oh god, that feels great!" All her body quivered when she reached orgasm too. A Birthday Celebration Carina moved over to Mary. Together with another girl they started kissing each other and began caressing their breasts. I left them and went over to Sarah and her boyfriends. I took place in one of the chairs just in front of the scene in progress on the carpet. None of them acknowledged my presence. I had never seen a show like this. And I was surprised that Sarah had allowed the boy to penetrate her ass. She had always objected when I had proposed such an action. The boy behind her head had introduced his rather long cock in her mouth. She sucked it and when he pushed it in still more she swallowed as a sword-swallower. As she had bent her head backwards I could see the cock inserted in her throat. Oh god, certainly she must had done it before! But when? She was a virgin when we got together. The boy fucking her pussy was close to cuming. His voice sounded like a muffled trumpet. His movement stiffened up after having slammed all his cock into her. When he pulled out I saw his semen leaking from Sarah's pussy. It took no long before the boy at her head shifted to stay between her legs. His long cock was rammed into her vagina. She cried of pain but most of pleasure when it hit her cervix. As far as I could see she was close orgasm. Her body shook uncontrollably below the boy. I was aware of that her bum muscles clenched together as she hissed air. She came at the same time as the boy emptied his sperm deep inside. Exhausted they came to lie beside each other. The boy laying below pulled out his cock from her ass. Obviously he also had cum as there was a small string of white semen leaking from his, now slack manhood. Now she was aware of my position just in front of her. She blushed and shook her head. "Did you viewed everything?" she asked with a trembling voice. "Yes I saw a slut making something my wife never had allowed me to do!" ------- End A Birthday Celebration I had called about noon on Saturday to break the date I had for that night. Jameymom encouraged me to keep it, telling me that I did not have to stop seeing girls as I had been doing. She continued that she just wanted me to be very careful, as she knew I was, before having sex with any of them. I did not want to quit our playing I informed her; that when I got tired of her, then I would start thinking about looking for someone else, but that may be a hundred years in the future. That must have been a good thing for me to say for she climbed my bones like a wild woman. Her pussy attacked my dick. It bite, it swallowed, it squeezed, it tried to drown me in juices, but I did not try very hard to get away. Jackymom About ten o'clock Sunday morning I noticed Jameymom on the phone but could not hear what was said. She told me Jacky's truck was still in front of the house, and that I should go over and see if they were stirring. As I left she told me to go the back way, down the alleys. I often went that way, so no big deal. Entering through the backdoor into the empty kitchen I continued into the living room. Just as I was fixing to yell was anyone home, I froze. Jackymom was on her knees with an arm under the couch, reaching for something. A baggy t-shirt hung down and I could see the entire bottom of one breast, the puffy areola and the hard little nipple. Her cutoffs were so short the cloth between the legs was just a thin narrow band. It was wedgied between her hairless pussy lips which were fully exposed. I thought the past thirty six hours with Jameymom had about drained me sexually, but I was just as hard now as when she had done her strip for me. Those beautiful lips of Jackymom's set my desire afire. I wanted my dick where that cloth was. Looking over her shoulder with a devilish grin, she said she thought her Son Two sort of liked the looks of his Jackymom. I just gaped. Still grinning, she rolled over, leaning back against the couch. Her legs were splayed open with her knees up and forming an M. Her hairless wedgied pussy lips were looking at me. God, it was sexy. Smiling, she told me to shut my mouth and swallow. I did. She then asked if I wanted to see more. I could only nod dumbly. My brain and my voice were disengaged. Off came the shorts, then the t-shirt, and she lay there in her glory. She commanded me to come to her and as I knelt between her legs she kissed me as she had the night of my birthday celebration. She pressed my head down to her pussy telling me to eat my Jackymom. For over an hour I did just that, with her telling me where and how to lick and to suck and to stick my tongue and fingers. She had almost continual little mini-climaxes while teaching me to bring her up to the edge of a major one, then backing off, and doing it again and again, until finally, she could not take it anymore and just exploded. I was amazed I could bring so much pleasure to someone. I tried to burn what she told me into my brain. I did not want to forget a thing she taught me. While I was eating her, I told her that the juices were delicious. She said good, that I could have all I wanted, whenever I wanted, just to ask and she would not refuse me, but that I had better be careful when I did ask. When I asked why, she responded that whenever I asked, her pussy would be in my face, in the Mall, walking down the street, in a restaurant, it did not matter. I laughed and told her I would be careful and that it would not be in public. When she asked, and why not in public, was I ashamed of her. I told her that with people watching, some would want a turn. The line would stretch for blocks and I did not want to share. She asked even with Jacky. I told her Jacky and I do not have to share, what is mine is his, what is his is mine. She then asked if I cared that Jacky was with Jameymom. I told her, nope, when Jacky comes home, she will be waiting for me. In a husky tone she told me she loved the two of us. I told her just the way we love the two of you. I held her as she came down from her high, stroking her gently, telling her how beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, desirable and lovely she was. I then finally realized the full extent of their planning. Each Mom was to be the first to show their physical love for their own son, then would be the first to bring the other son into oral love. Each of us would have a first time with each other. Oh, such smart, loving, beautiful, sexy, conniving broads. She finally twisted in my arms, moving to where she could take my limp dick into her mouth. It surprised me by immediately growing. Her lips and tongue were magical, working my dick until I swore she must have had two tongues to do what she was doing. I started to tell her I was fixing to cum when she pinched and squeezed my dick and the urge subsided. Twice more she did the same thing; by then I was begging her to let me cum. When I did, I thought her sucking was going to pull my brain out through my dick. Every time I thought I was through, she would suck hard, and another shot would race into her mouth. I do not think I have ever came so much at one time. I was completely drained, I thought. As I relaxed and caught my breath, I kissed her gently, tasting myself in her mouth, and thanked her for the rest of my birthday. She smiled, stretched, wrapped her body around mine and told me it would not be over until I fucked her brains out. Fucked, I had a question in my voice. Yes, she claimed, fucking is making love while holding nothing back, letting it all hang out, pleasing your loved one as you please yourself. Laying there on the living room floor, I tried. Then we moved to her bed where she said let's sixty-nine. I told her I had heard of it but had never done it. I continued that what she had done with her mouth was fantastic, but I would rather have my dick in her pussy. As much as I liked her mouth, I loved the sensations of her pussy, and Jameymom's, the feel of her body against mine as we moved, the sharing. With her sucking I was receiving but not giving, not sharing. While eating her I could feel the movement of her legs on my head, shoulders and back. I could touch her thighs, hips and buttocks. I could fondle her breasts, pinch her nipples and feel the contractions in her pussy. I liked eating, but I would rather be fucked than sucked. With a giggle, so be it she said. She kissed me and pressed me to move down to where I could eat her again. Later I was to realize there was a method to her madness. Eating pussy after fucking allowed me to recharge and rekindled the desire and the need for my dick to be buried in pussy. I hesitated at first; her pussy was full of my cum. She encouraged me to go on, that if I did not like it she would not make me do her again. I looked at her, thinking that statement can be taken two ways and I do not like one of them. I lowered my head and I ate and I enjoyed and I tried. Again and again, all day and into the night, I ate and I tried, but her brain remained intact. I was fascinated by her clit. As her arousal built and it engorged, it started peeking out of its little hood. Touching it with a moistened, not dry, finger, licking it, caused more of it to appear. Jameymom's had remained covered. I thought I must do more exploring with hers. Later Jacky and Jameymom showed up about nine o'clock Monday morning just as we started fixing breakfast. Jacky and I skipped school. Jameymom and I hugged and kissed as did Jacky and Jackymom. While grinning like the Cheshire Cat, Jameymom asked if I had enjoyed myself and the oral sex she had denied me. Laughing, I told her that I finally figured things out. Continuing, I said I was not sure how I felt, though, and to make certain, Jackymom and I were going to have to do it again some time, and would probably have to do it more than once for me to be sure. They laughed and hugged each other, then together they said that it WOULD be arranged. Jameymom was in the kitchen Tuesday afternoon when I came home from school. I walked up to her and took her face in my hands. Looking deep into her eyes, and with a sober expression, I told her softly, you... are... ugly. It took about three beats before she realized just what I said. As her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened in surprise, I erupted into laughter, telling her I loved her and her expression. I held her tightly as she sputtered, pinched, poked and tried to punch me. Finally, she hugged me back and I whispered in her ear, when I want? She started walking backwards, pulling me to her bedroom. For my mean remark she made me go to bed without any supper, but I cheated. After fucking, making love, twice, I ate between her legs until I was full. On Wednesday I went to Jackymom's while Jacky went home to Jameymom. When I told her I was thirsty and wanted to eat, she dropped her skirt. No panties! Pressing down on my shoulders until I dropped to my knees, she thrust her pussy against my face, forcing me backwards until I was lying on my back. She sat on my face requesting me to tell her when I was satisfied. I found I could suck and ream her hole with my tongue while rubbing my nose on her clit. After her third orgasm, she asked if I was full. One more I said. I must have drank a pint of her juices. Delicious! Aftermath That summer we bought some acreage south of the city and built a home, selling the houses where we grew up. Our new home has eight bedrooms. Jackymom and Jameymom have the two master bedrooms with large private double baths. Connecting doors lead to Jacky and my purported rooms, which are very small, mostly closet, having barely enough room for a bed. There are two guest bedrooms with a shared bath. The other two bedrooms and shared bath are occupied by Judy and Joy who were born nine months after we started the birthday celebration. Reliance on diaphragms with the sparing use of a spermicide proved ineffective as birth control measures. I am not certain of just how the schedule was worked out by those conniving broads, but Sunday and Monday nights Jackymom takes me by the hand to lead me to bed, the rest of the week I spend with Jameymom. Our birthday celebration still continues.