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Dean's Summer Ch. 1

By: hungten



Summer had arrived. The sun shone brightly, the air was dry and seething, and plants and animals were alive with the beauty of the world. It was the summer of the new millenium, but nothing seemed different. In our small town, time seemed to stand still while the rest of the world moved on.

School was out and I was looking for a job. Given a choice, I would rather have lazed away my whole summer at home, doing nothing but watching TV. And maybe shooting some hoops, after all, I had to make sure that I kept my physique, it was the one thing, the only thing that attracted any girl’s immediate attention. Ever since I first realized what sex was, I had been teasing and turning on many girls, especially those in my school. It had benefitted me somewhat, after all, I’d found out what was written in every stall in every girl’s bathroom while fucking the brains out of some young tart.

But the job thing was my mom’s idea. Her usual preaching was that she had worked during all of her school holidays so that she could pay herself through college. That’s how she got her law degree and went on to become a successful family lawyer. It was ironic, though. She was helping these families sort through their legal troubles when she herself was screaming bloody murder at my dad.

I’d never known my dad. I was only 2 years old when my mom packed up my two sisters and me and left my dad. Dad never bothered to keep in contact. According to what mom said, he had hooked up with some young thing somewhere on the opposite side of the world. I didn’t care, as long as there was food on the table, shelter over my head, and no questions asked about my life. Mom understood that pretty much, she was persistent only about that I do well in school and find a job for the entire summer, like my sisters.

That’s one thing I really hated, being compared to my sisters. Rebecca at 20 years old was in college, so of course she needed the money. She had found a job as a secretary at some office and earned pretty good money. Amy, 18, was still young and optimistic, so she had become a part-time nursery school teacher. The money wasn’t that great, but she said she found joy being surrounded by screaming kids, and who was I to argue with her.

That left me, the middle child at 19 years old. Mom named me Dean, apparently after an old boyfriend. I guess I was the only realist in the family. I was in the prime of my youth, with three free months ahead of me, and now I had to be cooped up in some office or storeroom or somewhere. But what could I do? It was either I get a job or mom would make me pay rent. My choice was clear.

So there I was, in our backyard, my legs in the pool and the classifieds in my hands. The water felt really refreshing around my legs and I was tempted to jump in for a swim. But I knew that if I did that, then I’d forget about job-hunting, and mom would scream at me during dinner. I scanned through the columns and columns of job listings. It was amazing how our small town could generate so many jobs. A few ads caught my eye, particularly those that were well paid.

It was too hot to wear anything, but for decency’s sake, I decided to keep my boxers on. I didn’t need to since a privation fence went around our backyard. It was so high that even I, the tallest in the family, couldn’t peek over it on tip-toe. Mom valued her privacy and I didn’t blame her. At 38, she still had a killer body. She was a slender waist, long legs and well-shaped 38D breasts. She kept her curly brown hair at shoulder-length, which didn’t look too bad on her. She was a health nut, so she kept in shape by exercising regularly. My friends had often remarked about how they were turned on just by looking at her. And then they’d tease me about living with a goddess.

No, three goddesses, since my sisters were also rather good-looking. Rebecca, a school volleyball player, had a nice firm body complimented by long slender legs. The only thing that stood out, and I meant this is the nicest possible way, were her 40DD breasts. Amy, on the other hand, had breasts that were a respectable 34C. She was naturally slim. She could eat a whole cow and still be light enough to be blown away. But that made her look cute enough to be swept off her feet, if the guy didn’t do it literally.

When they swam, I’d steal glances at them. I told myself that it was just a hormonal, primal thing. If a man saw three beautiful women in wet swimsuits, of course he’d want to check them out. On the other hand, I had often wondered whether mom or my sisters had looked at me when I swam. After all, I had read that women are attracted to well-built men, as evidenced by the number of girls who swarmed to me, so could the women in my family be any different?

Anyway, that was the furthest thing from my mind at that moment. I needed to find a job, like now. And just then, I spotted an ad in the personals section.

“Wanted: SWM in late teens to escort lonely SWF, 38 this Friday night. One time only, will pay in hundreds. Interested, leave voice message on XXX-XXXX.”

“Hmm, that looks interesting,” I thought. It was only for one night, but if the pay were really as stated, then he wouldn’t have to look for another job for the rest of summer. But then, he would have to accompany a 38-year-old woman. “That’s as old as mom,” he thought. She could be some old, dumpy woman with crease lines all over her body and saggy breasts. He was repulsed at that image. Then again, his mom was proof that women in their late thirties could look stunning.

He decided to take the risk and picked up his mobile phone. His mom didn’t know that he had one. She’d kill him if she found out because it would be a sign that he didn’t trust her with his private calls. The truth was, he didn’t. How else could he talk dirty to a young slut from school? He dialled the number quickly. After a few rings, he heard a recorded message from a sultry feminine voice. He knew that it could be a cover for a really ugly old hag, but he crossed his fingers, then spoke into the phone, “Hi, my name is Dean and I read your ad for an escort. I’m 16 years old, have a great athletic body and lots of experience. I’d really love to hear from you, call me at this number.” I left my phone number and hung up. Then I threw the newspapers aside and dived into the water.

During dinner, mom asked if I had found a job. I said, “Maybe, I’m waiting for a return call.”

“Oh, that’s good,” she said. “Hope that works out.”

“What job is it?” Rebecca asked.

“Just some manual stuff,” I replied as seriously as I could.

“Cool,” Amy said. “You should be able to manage just fine.”

I made a face at her, then left the table. I hurried up to my room and picked up my phone. I had turned it off and listened to my voice messages. Then, I heard the one I wanted: “Hi, my name is Lisa, I got your message. I think you sound really nice and I’d like to see you. Meet me in Greener’s Park at the bench near the stone bridge this Friday at 10 p.m. Don’t be late.”

My heart jumped. I had a job! And if this woman sounded as determined and sexy as she sounded, then I was in for the time of my life. This was the first time I had ever done this sort of thing and my heart beat faster than a locomotive. Needless to say, I couldn’t sleep that night, nor any other nights until Friday arrived.

Since it was the weekend, everyone had plans. Rebecca and Amy were going to hang out with their friends and mom said that she had a dinner date. I said I was going to catch a movie after dinner. However, as soon as everyone had left, I started preparing for the night. I put on a fresh shirt and nice pants. I thought about wearing a tie but decided that it would be too formal. I wore dark socks and matching leather shoes. Then, at 9:30 p.m., I sprayed some cologne on and left the house.

I arrived at Greener’s Park at 9:50 p.m. and headed straight for the designated bench. There was hardly anybody there at that time, no couples ever made out there ever since the authorities realized what had been going on and installed more lights. I guess that’s why it made sense to meet there, we could get to know each other better before we did whatever we did.

The bench was empty when I found it. I sat down and inspected myself. I smoothed out my shirt and pants and swept back my hair. I was determined to make the best of the night. Then I remembered that I hadn’t brought any condoms. I panicked. Weren’t escorts supposed to ensure that they had protection? I cringed as I saw my entire night go up in smoke.

Just then, a woman appeared from under the bridge. She was wearing a long black dress and large hat. Her black high-heels made a tocking noise on the pavement as she walked towards me. I swallowed as I watched her approach me. My heart beat faster and faster.

Then she looked up. “Dean?” she said.

That voice sounded strikingly familiar, but I chose not to pursue that line of thought. “Yes, I’m Dean,” I replied. “Are you Lisa?”

She gasped. “Oh my god,” she mumbled. With one smooth move, she took off her hat.

Now, in the brightness of the lights, I looked at the face and nearly died. Lisa was mom! “Mom, it’s you!” I yelled.

She trembled and her legs looked like they would fail her. I quickly got up and helped her sit down. All this time, she was looking at me as if it was the first time she had seen me. I was looking at her in the same way and wondered what the repercussions were going to be when we arrived home.

“What are you doing?” she asked when she had regained her composure.

“You told me to find a job,” I said. “And I found this one.”

“As an escort? How could you?”

“Mom, you’re the one who wants an escort.”

“Yes, but that’s… Oh my…” She lowered and shook her head.

As we sat there, I gazed over her. The dress fit snugly around her body. It accentuated her chest, hips and waist. My eyes were drawn to her exposed chest, there was a plunging V-shaped neckline that ended just above the area between her breasts. I raised my head slightly to get a better view and realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I gasped.

She looked at me. “What are we going to do now?”

“Erm, it’s your night, what do you think?”

She looked me over and sighed. “Let’s go home, I don’t want to think about this any more.”

She got up and walked towards the park’s exit. I followed behind her. I realized that her back was even more exposed that her front. There was a similar plunging V-shape cut-out that ended at her belt. As we walked, I admired her slender back and noticed the way her hips swayed. Wow, mom really was gorgeous. At that moment, I felt my pants getting tight. I had a hard-on! My mom was turning me on. I knew I couldn’t let it happen, but as I looked at her from behind, I couldn’t help it. I pretended that I was just looking at another attractive woman.

We arrived at our parked car at the exit. Without a word, mom unlocked the door and got in. I sat in the passenger seat next to her. She started the car and drove off. It was maddeningly quiet during the entire journey. I leaned back and wondered where it had all gone wrong. As we drove, I glanced over at mom. With her arms slightly raised, it lifted the top of her dress slightly and I could see the side of her breast. My eyes widened and my cock hardened. Mom was too intent on watching the road that she didn’t see my gaze sweep over her entire body. It ended at her stockinged legs. The edge of the skirt had moved up slightly as she manipulated the pedals, exposing half of her thighs. For the first time, I knew what my friends saw in mom. And it frightened me.

It didn’t take long for us to reach home. Mom got out of the car quickly and entered the house. I followed her as quickly as I could. The house was empty, meaning that Rebecca and Amy were partying and wouldn’t be home till well past two. I looked at the wall clock, it was only 10:30 p.m. I started to dread being alone with mom.

Mom walked through the living room, heading for the kitchen. I made my way to the staircase. Then mom stopped. Without turning around, she said, “I was really looking forward to a nice quiet night.”

“I know,” I said, “and I’m sorry.”

She turned her head. “No, you don’t understand. I’ve been feeling so lonely that I just wanted to be with a man. And not just any man, but one who could make me feel young again.”

That got my attention. Mom needed to feel loved, not as a mother, but as a young, beautiful woman. She had been alone most of her life, sacrificing her personal and social life to care for three children for almost 18 years. And now, when she had the chance to be with a man again, I had screwed it up by answering her ad.

I felt sorry for her. I walked up and wrapped my arms around her waist. As I leaned forward, I said, “I’m sorry, mom.”

“That’s ok, son, you didn’t know.”

“I wish there was some way I could make it better.”

“Just hold me for a while, dear.”

So I did. But the close contact with her coupled with her sweet-smelling perfume made it hard for me to maintain my focus and I felt my cock hardening again. I didn’t move in case I gave myself away, but if I didn’t, then my cock would be pressing against mom’s ass, and she would know. I was in a dilemma and decided that I should distract her.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and squeezed lightly. Mom sighed. She was really tense from tonight’s encounter and a massage would do her good. I continued kneading her neck and shoulders, careful not to accidentally move her dress. Mom dropped her head and sighed again.

“Move lower, dear,” she said softly. My hands moved down her back, massaging her tight muscles along her backbone, until they reached the end of the exposed portion. My mind had already given up control and now my cock was doing the thinking. My fingers slipped under the edges of her dress and massaged her sides. When she didn’t do anything to stop me, I moved my hands up.

Then I touched the sides of her breasts. She let out a soft gasp. I stopped. When she didn’t offer any other resistance, I continued massaging her sides. Soon, my hands were at the edge of her shoulders. The dress rested precariously on the tops of my hands. A slight move and it would fall off.

I leaned forward. “Mom,” I said.

“Yes, dear,” she responded.

And I kissed the back of her neck. She purred. I kissed her again, then down her back. I came up and moved closer to her, pressing my hardness against her bum. She gasped.

“Dean?”

I lifted my hands and moved off her shoulders. The dress fell off, hanging from her belt and baring her top. Before she could block herself, I cupped her breasts and squeezed tenderly. She cooed and groaned. I kissed her shoulders.

“Mom,” I said, “take off your belt.”

Slowly, she worked at her belt buckle, then pulled it off and tossed it aside. Her dress fell all the way down to her feet. I moved a hand from her breast down her abdomen until it touched the edge of her panties. She moaned. I slipped it underneath and cupped her mound. She was wet.

I lowered myself until I was at eye-level with her bum. I placed a tender kiss on one cheek. In a smooth stroke, I pulled her panties down. Without being told, she stepped out of them. I tossed them aside, then turned her around. Her hands went through my hair, drawing me closer to her shaved pussy. I leaned forward and kissed it. She groaned. I kissed again. She groaned again. Then I gave a long lick along its entire length.

Mom trembled and nearly collapsed. I looked up at her as she looked down. “My god, Dean,” she said, “I just came.”

I stood up and started unbuttoning my shirt. She unbuckled my pants and pulled the zipper down. Before long, I had taken off my shirt and my pants were in a pile at my feet. Mom pulled my briefs down and let my cock spring up. She grasped it. I groaned.

“It’s so beautiful,” she said. “Like your dad’s.” Then she knelt down. I knew what was going to happen next, but I didn’t expect how it was going to feel. Mom swallowed the entire length of my cock and sucked it. I groaned and nearly came, but somehow I managed to hold it in. Mom continued sucking while her fingers traced the sensitive area between my balls and ass. It was fantastic, better than any I had ever received from the school girls.

I placed my hands at the sides of mom’s face and pulled her up. I planted a passionate, desperate kiss on her lips. She responded by opening her mouth and letting her tongue surge forward. As we kissed, she wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me closer. My dick was pressed against her pussy and I started humping. She giggled and broke off the kiss.

“What are you trying to do?” she laughed.

“I, err…”

She made her way to the stairs and started walking up. I looked at her, unsure of what was happening. She stopped and looked at me. “Coming?” Then she continued walking up.

It took me a while to realize that she wanted me to follow her. I ran up the stairs and headed straight for her room. She was already lying on the bed, her legs spread apart, her pussy exposed. She turned and looked at me. Without a word, I approached her and got onto the bed. As we gazed into each other’s eyes, I positioned myself between her and slowly lowered myself.

Her hand found my dick and guided it into her pussy. She gasped when the head went in. I held my breath as I entered her. The feeling was fantastic! Mom’s pussy was as tight as any teen’s even after having three kids. My dick felt like it had entered a hole too small for it. I gasped when my entire length was inside her.

I looked at her again. She wrapped her arms around my chest and her legs around my waist. “Fuck me,” she said softly.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I drew out slowly, then plunged back in. She groaned and squeezed her eyes shut. I continued moving in and out, increasing my pace. Mom was groaning and screaming. “Oh, fuck, fuck!”

“Aah, mom, ooh…” I placed a hand on her breast and squeezed She squealed.

“Oh, Dean, fuck me, oh fuck me…”

I was fucking her faster than I had ever fucked anyone before. Mom’s pussy was simply incredible, she was squeezing on me, making her hole even tighter, but it felt doubly as exciting. Mom really knew what to do.

“I’m going to cum, mom,” I said.

“Oh fuck…fuck me, Dean,” was all she said.

I wanted to pull out, I had never cum inside a girl before for fear of getting her pregnant. But as I pulled out, mom would force me back in. I felt the pressure growing and knew I couldn’t stop it. I was going to cum inside mom!

Then I shot out. I shouted as my cum flooded her womb. Mom moaned, her legs squeezing me tighter, pressing me firmly against her body. My dick jerked within her, shooting more cum. Even when I felt that I had no more cum, mom’s pussy continued kneading at me, making me shoot more.

Finally my dick started to go limp. Mom unclamped her legs from around me, letting me get off her. I pulled out slowly and mom yelped when my head popped out. She looked at my glistening dick, then at my perspiring face.

“Mom, I…”

She placed a finger on my lips. “No, Dean, it’s ok,” she said. “There’s no need to explain.”

“No, mom, that’s not what I meant…”

But she cut me off again. “I know what we did was wrong, it’s incest, and we should never have let it happen again. But I needed it, you know, I just had to have a dick up my pussy, and you were there, so…”

I chuckled and shook my head.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“Mom, all I was going to say was: are you going to pay me?”

She looked at me in a strange way, then a smile spread across her face. “Let me think about it. If you’re really good, I may give you something better than money.”

I stopped and looked at her. “You know, you were a great fuck.”

“Thank you, hon.”

“So I was wondering, do you think it’s genetic?”



Dean's Summer Ch. 1



She looked at me quizzically. “I can guess where this is leading to.”

I smiled. “I wonder what Rebecca and Amy’s pussies are like.”

She raised her head and kissed me. “I’ll leave that to you to find out. Now are you going to fuck me or not?”

I lay down on her and kissed her. “Of course, mom. Tonight, tomorrow night, and all the time.”

And we kissed again.

To Be Continued...



Dean's Summer Ch. 2



Sunlight streamed into the bedroom through drawn curtains and hit me straight in the eye. I winced at the intrusion and brought my hand up to block the sun. Peering through half-closed eyes, I looked at the curtains and didn't recognize them. My curtains were a dark beige color, these were pink with lace. Much too feminine for my liking.

I turned over in bed away from the window and pulled the blanket off me. Immediately, I felt a cool draft. Looking down, I saw my bare feet, then my bare legs, then my bare torso, then my bare chest and arms. And right in the middle of it all, my bare dick. I looked at it, stunned, as it stiffened slightly in the cool air.

"What the hell...?" I ruffled through my hair. Then I scanned the room. It definitely wasn't mine, in fact, it was... mom's.

And a sly smile crept across my face.

I jumped out of bed, looking for something to put on before one of my sisters saw me, then I remembered that we had left our clothes in the hall. I dashed into the adjoining bathroom and pulled the towel off its handle, wrapped it around me, then went straight to my room. As I walked down the corridor, I smelt the familiar odor of fried bacon and eggs. Mom was in a good mood, she only did bacon and eggs when she had something to celebrate. Then again, maybe she did, after all, she had fucked her own son. Me.

I quickly threw on a pair of shorts, then rushed down to the kitchen. The sight that greeted me was breathtaking. Mom stood at the stove, her back to me. She had let down her shoulder-length hair, which accentuated the width of her shoulders. The blouse she was wearing in turn clung tightly to her body and showed off her slim back, ending at her waist. A skirt that reached halfway down her thighs seemed to provide very little in terms of mobility, but man, did it show off her great ass!

I walked up to her and slowly wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my head on her shoulder. She nearly dropped her ladle, but I caught her hand just in time.

"Don't sneak up on me like that!" she chided.

"Why not?" I whispered into her ear as my other hand cupped a breast.

"Because your sisters might see us." She took my hand away from her breast and pressed it between her legs.

"But don't you want me to seduce and fuck them, like I did with you?" I squeezed her mound as my other hand cupped an ass cheek.

"Yes, but not after they see us together." She put down the ladle, then turned around to face me. "Fuck them first, then I'll let you grope me like that anytime you want." She gave him a peck on his cheek. "Now sit down, breakfast is ready."

I gave her a look, then sat at the kitchen counter. I watched as mom scooped the bacon and eggs onto a plate then bent over lower than normal to set it in front of me. She gave me a quick glance, knowing that I was looking down her blouse. After staying in that position for a while, she brought out some toast and butter, then poured me a glass of milk.

"I hope you enjoy this," she said as she quickly grabbed two pieces of toast. "I have a meeting to catch."

"You're not going to join me for breakfast?" I said in my most disappointed tone.

She bent down and kissed me on the lips. "When I get back from work and when you have managed to bed your sisters, then I'll think about how I can treat you."

"Yeah, I remember, you promised me a gift."

"And you will get it." Another kiss on my lips and she was out of the door.

So there I was, clad in my shorts, with a hearty breakfast in front of me, alone in a great big house with two sisters who were probably still snoozing away. I looked at the bacon and eggs. They didn't look as delicious as the 'meal' I was expecting, if you can consider eating pussy a meal. But mom had gone to a lot of trouble to prepare it, so the least I could do was swallow the eggs. I could probably reserve the bacon and toast for later, especially after the strenous workout I was planning.

With that part of breakfast satisfied, I went upstairs to my sisters' rooms. I peeped into Amy's room first. The 18-year-old was curled up in her bed and sound asleep. She didn't even hear me when I accidentally knocked her brush off her nightstand. Not willing to take a second chance, I gingerly crept out on tiptoes and closed the door silently behind me. I crossed over to see how my older sister Rebecca was doing. I knocked on her door. When I didn't hear a reply, I opened it and walked in.

Rebecca, or Becky as she liked to be called, was sitting on her bed, cradling her head. She didn't hear me walk in, so she jumped when she saw me sit down next to her. "What are you doing in here... ooohhh..." Her voice trailed off as she winced in pain.

"Looks like somebody partied too much last night," I teased.

"That's not funny," she said as angrily as she could, which she couldn't, because all she felt was a constant throbbing in her skull.

I placed a comforting arm around her shoulder while I took a quick glance at her. Her long hair was frazzled and hid her face partially. She wore a T-shirt that was designed for somebody several times her size, judging by the way it hung from her body. I moved in closer to her so that I could get a better peek down her collar. There they were, the exposed tops of breasts and the valley between them. My dick hardened signficantly as my breathing quickened. I was like a tiger, waiting to pounce on and devour my prey, my sister, darling Becky.

I put my plan into motion. "You know what might help? A massage."

"And who'll give it, you?" she snapped.

"Hey, contrary to popular belief, I can give a rather... sensual and soothing massage."

She brushed her hair aside and looked at me. "Are you for real?"

"Why don't you lie down and let my actions speak for themselves?"

She stared at me as if I was speaking Greek. My heart beat faster and faster as my level of anxiety leapt to new levels. For a moment, I was afraid that she was going to chase me out of her room. That wouldn't be too bad, though, I'd just have to deflower Amy first.

Fortunately, the moment proved to be good for me. She relaxed and turned around. "Oh well, I guess a short rub wouldn't hurt."

"Short?" I thought. Unlikely. But it would definitely be memorable.

"Lie down on your stomach," I said to her.

She did, pulling her hair to the side to give me ample room to her shoulders and back. She stretched her legs out, pushing her blanket slightly, and I saw that she wasn't wearing anything other than the T-shirt. I wasn't sure about underwear, though, there weren't any visible outlines that would reveal what she wore under the shirt.

I positioned myself next to her and pressed my hands into her shoulder blades. She moaned. As I squeezed and rubbed and pressed along her back, she seemed to relax somewhat. Her breathing was more rhythmical and her moans had turned into soft purrs. I looked down at her face and saw that her eyes were closed. She was really enjoying the massage. I moved my hands all over her back and neck, then to her arms, down to her wrists, then back up to her shoulders.

"How does that feel?" I asked before continuing.

"Don't stop, Dean! It feels so good..."

I continued rubbing her, moving further and further down her back, until I was in contact with her T-shirt covered ass. I stopped, taking in her reaction. She didn't seem to mind, so I massaged her ass cheeks for a while, then moved down to her thighs. She spread her legs apart slightly, giving me access to her inner thighs. As I rubbed them, I slowly pushed the edge of her shirt higher and higher until it was near her crotch. Then I left it there and continued massaging down her legs.

"You know," I said without stopping, "you shirt is in the way. How about removing it?"

She turned her head around and glared at me. "Are you kidding me?"

"Why? It's not like you're naked underneath, or are you?"

She blushed slightly.

"And besides, I'm your brother, you think I'm going to do anything to you?" I chuckled mentally as I said the answer to myself.

She thought for a while. "Well, ok."

Before she could move, I grabbed the edge of her shirt and pulled it all the way to her head. The only thing she could do was lift her head and arms slightly to let me take it off completely. I tossed it aside, then resumed massaging her bare back. I was in heaven. Her skin was so smooth and unblemished, it was like rubbing silk. I squeezed at her flesh, feeling the tenseness go away. My eyes were fixed on her shapely ass, her cheeks weren't as large as her breasts, but they were still a sight to behold. I felt my dick become really hard under my shorts.

That's when a sneaky idea came to mind. I pulled my shorts down slightly and took my dick out. It was semi-hard but it was coming to life quickly. I let it hang there, then bent over her to massage her neck and shoulders. In this position, the tip of my dick danced along her ass lightly, sending shivers of excitement down my spine.

My sister noticed something touching her too. "What's that?" she asked without turning around.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"There's something touching my bum."

"There's nothing there," I lied. Then, to distract her, I placed my hands in the insides of her thighs and pushed her legs out.

"Hey!"

"Relax, will you? If you're so nervous and antsy about anything, all the massages in the world won't help."

"But..."

I placed my hands on the outsides of her thighs, then used my thumbs to rub the area close to her exposed pussy. "Oh my god!" I thought. My thumbs were right next to her mound! She had to know this, and if she did, she wasn't doing anything about it! I attributed this to her hangover, she was alert enough to know what was going on, but not responsive enough to take any action.

This was my chance, if there ever was. With one hand rubbing her waist, my other hand rubbed her ass, moving closer and closer to her pussy. I looked her over. Her breathing seemed quicker, she was moving her hips slightly, and was that moisture around her pussy?

My sister was getting excited!

I leaned close to her ear. "How do you feel?" I whispered.

She purred.

With that, I quickly removed my shorts, then positioned myself between her legs. I grabbed her waist, still massaging her there, but moved myself closer to her until my dick was touching the crack between her legs. I bent over her and moved my hands to her sides. My fingers brushed against the sides of her breasts and she breathed in sharply. Taking that as a sign of encouragement, I continued rubbing her sides...

... while the head of my dick penetrated her cunt.

She yelped and jumped, pushing me off. I fell to the side as she turned over. "What the hell is going on?" She glared at me, her eyes taking in every inch of my naked body. Then her gaze rested on my erect dick. Her eyes widened and she gasped. "You..."

I recovered quickly. "Just relax, Becky," I said as I pulled her over. She was transfixed on my dick, her mouth slightly open. With her lying down on her back, I moved on top of her, pushing her legs apart. From this vantage point, I analyzed her entire 20-year-old body. Her lips, her breasts, her arms, her waist and hips. I took hold of her ankles as I moved closer.

She looked at me. "What...?" I answered her by pushing my dick into her blushing pussy. "No!" she screamed. "No, no, no, no, no..."

Her protests didn't matter to me. I had my whole dick in her and now I pulled out. She groaned. "Dean, stop..." No way. I pushed back in, then out, working up a rhythm. She tried to push me away, but I quickly grabbed her wrists and pushed them to the bed. Then I leaned down, using my body to spread her legs further apart. She was trapped and she knew it. She shook her head, thrashing away, but I just continued fucking her.

"Becky, just relax, you'll like it," I said soothingly.

"No, no, Dean," she said in between sobs. "Get off me, I'm your sister!"

"Trust me, you'll like it... just like mom."

She stopped shaking and stared at me. Her mouth opened, forming the word 'mom'. I leant down and kissed her squarely on the mouth. My tongue instantly entered her mouth and found her tongue. When they touched, it sent me into wild exhilaration. Then I noticed that her tongue was also actively seeking mine out. She was really into it! We kissed passionately for a long time while my dick continued ploughing into her soppy cunt.

I broke the kiss and looked at her. "I'm going to let go of your hands now," I said. "You won't try to push me off now, are you?"

She shook her head.

I let go of her wrists, then took hold of her hips. She groaned. I pulled her up, allowing me even deeper penetration into her. She gasped when I was fully in her. "Oh my god, Dean!" she exclaimed. "Oh, you fill me so... much..." She took a breast in each hand, squeezing and rubbing them.

I watched her breasts shake each time our bodies slapped together. It was such an erotic sight that I had no choice but to bend down and take one into my mouth. Becky moaned. "Oh, that's it, Dean, eat my breast, eat it, ooh..." I didn't need any more encouragement. I moved from one breast to the other, biting on both erect nipples.

"Oh god, Dean, make me cum, make me... cum..."

"Yes, yes, oh fuck, you're fucking great!" I responded. I could feel my sperm ready to shoot out. "I'm going to cum too."

"Yes, yes, ooh!" She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned.

Then I was there. Quickly, I lifted her all the way up and hugged her. We wrapped our arms around each other, squeezing each other tightly. I felt her breasts squashed against my chest. That was all I needed. I shot my load. My dick throbbed with each shot, cumming deep in her pussy.

Becky's body stiffened and she let out a load, piercing groan that nearly deafened me. I felt her cunt walls squeeze against my dick as her whole body shook. She had just had an orgasm, coming perfectly in time with mine.

When I had finished shooting my load and she had relaxed somewhat, we loosened our hug and looked at each other. She looked so beautiful. I kissed her and she kissed me back.

"You know, I've never cum like that before," she said. "It was so intense."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said while my hands roamed all over her back.

She took in a deep breath and ran a hand through her hair. "My god, we'd just had sex. I mean, we're brother and sister. And you came in me!"

"Don't worry about it. Just enjoy the moment."

She looked at me for a while, then smiled. "Yeah, I guess so." She kissed me again. "I love you, Dean. I wish we could've done this much, much earlier."

"You know, we still can."

"You sure?"

"Sure." I kissed her, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue met mine and we kissed like hot lovers in heat, which we were.

Then we heard a scream. We broke off the kiss and looked at the doorway. Amy stood there, a hand on her mouth, her eyes wide with shock and fear.

To Be Continued...



Dean's Summer Ch. 3



There we were, three siblings in the same room but in very different positions. On the bed sat Rebecca and me, our arms wrapped around each other's nude bodies, my dick firmly entrenched in her warm pussy, our chests heaving from our just-concluded sex session. And in the doorway stood Amy, our youngest sister, clad in T-shirt and shorts, too shocked to do anything other than stare at the two of us.

Rebecca, or Becky, and I just looked at Amy. But I was looking at her in another way. I didn't see her clothes, I didn't see her look as if she had just seen someone die. No, I saw her as a young, nubile and very naked sister. And one whom I was about to make mad, passionate love to.

As for Becky, she turned her head away, cowering in shame, whimpering and sobbing. She was ashamed to be seen naked by her sister, let alone embraced by her brother. I placed a comforting hand on her hand. "Don't worry," I said, "there's nothing to be ashamed of."

I turned to Amy. "Come here."

She shook her head, still too shocked to say anything.

I sighed. At least she hadn't run away... yet. I knew that I had to act quickly if I wanted to get her while she was still unsure of what to do. I lay Becky down on the bed and pulled out of her. She winced as my dick slid out of her wet hole. I smiled and said, "Be right back." And, to add good measure, I squeezed a nipple. I got out of bed and walked towards Amy, my limp dick hanging loosely and swinging as I moved. Her eyes were fixed on it though she was still in a state of shock.

I stood in front of her and placed both hands on her shoulders. "Look Amy," I said softly, "there's nothing to be afraid of."

She looked up at me, unsure of what to say.

I took her hand that was still covering her mouth and brought it to my dick. She gasped and took a step back. Luckily, I was still gripping her shoulder and was able to stop her from making any further sudden movements. I placed her hand on my dick and made her wrap her fingers around it. She made a noise, like a sigh.

"You like it?" I asked.

She looked at me, then at Becky, who was still lying on her bed. She had turned to her side and was watching me make Amy fondle me. She became excited and brought a hand to her freshly fucked cunt. As Amy and I watched, she began rubbing herself and squeezing the folds of her labia. Her mouth was open and we saw her start to pant.

"Looks like Becky likes what she sees," I said to Amy.

She looked at me, then down at my dick. "No!" she screamed and took her hand off it. She glared at me as if daggers were shooting out of her eyes. "We can't do this, you're my brother, for crying out loud!"

"But you just saw me with Becky and you know how much she liked it," I tried to reason.

"Yes, but..." She looked at Becky again, who now had two fingers in her pussy, which she was moving in and out of her aggressively, while her other hand squeezed one of her large breasts. I smiled at the sight. Which guy wouldn't be turned on by that? I looked at Amy. Hmm, it also seemed that no girl could resist becoming excited by my sister's masturbation.

"Amy," I said softly.

She looked at me. "No, no," she protested, "whatever you and Becky did is wrong and I won't be a part of it. I won't!" And she ran out of the room before I could stop her.

I sighed. This was going to be difficult. Amy was always a prude, even though she was a college freshman, she had resolutely refused to have sex. I don't think she even masturbated. It seemed that she subscribed to that age-old belief of sex after marriage. Well, I couldn't have that, otherwise I wouldn't be able to receive my gift from mom... which was starting to intrigue me. What did she have in mind for me? I couldn't wait to find out, and to do so, I needed to get my dick in Amy's pussy -- or any other hole.

I glanced over at Becky, who was so deep into her masturbation that she didn't know what was going on in her room any more. I shrugged, deciding to leave her alone there while I went after my target: Amy. Without bothering to put on a stitch of clothing, I walked directly to Amy's room and threw the door open. She was sitting on her bed, her legs brought up to her chest, her arms wrapped around her shins and her head resting on her knees. She was crying uncontrollably and it broke my heart. I didn't mean it to be so traumatic for her. Sex was supposed to be a wonderful, joyful experience and if I shattered that belief from her just because she had caught me with my dick in Becky's cunt, then it was up to me to change her mind.

"Amy, may I come in?" I said softly.

She turned around and glared at me. "Go away!" she screamed. "You're a disgusting man and a terrible brother! You don't deserve to be alive!"

"But Amy, c'mon," I said as I walked in.

"I said get out!" And she threw a pillow at me.

I caught it in the air and set it down by the door. "I don't want to hurt you, I just want to talk, can we do that?"

"No, because if we talk, I know you're just going to make me have sex with you. And I don't want that!"

"Do you really think that?"

"Then why aren't you wearing anything?"

I looked down at myself and realized that I was as bare as the day I was born. It suited me fine, but it made Amy visibly uncomfortable. If I wanted to approach her, I would have to play it her way for now. I looked around and saw the pillow that she had thrown at me. I picked it up, placed it against my crotch, then walked towards her. "Is that better?"

She looked at me. "Eww, now you've made my pillow nasty! You're disgusting."

I didn't say anything, but inside, I smiled, at least she had stopped screaming at me to leave. I took the opportunity to sit at her side, our hips touching each other. As I sat there, I looked over her 18-year-old body. Her shirt was form-fitting and showed off her naturally slim figure and respectably-sized 34C breasts. Behind, the roundness of her ass was showed off from the way she sat and with the tight shorts that she had on. God, she was so beautiful and seductive, it was hard to believe that she had managed to fend off any sexual advances to protect her virginity. I leaned down and saw her red eyes with tears running down the sides of her face. It hurt me. I dabbed her dry with my fingers. She looked at me and smiled, then turned away.

"We can't do this, it's wrong," she sputtered. "It's incest and we could go to jail for it."

"But nobody has to know, just you, me, Becky and..."

She turned her head slightly. "And who?"

"Mom."

She jumped and turned to face me. "What?!" she screamed. "You mean... you and... mom..."

I nodded.

"But... but... when?"

"Last night. Remember that job I had?" And I recounted my encounter in Greener's Park. I had landed the job as an escort, without realizing that my hirer was mom. That led to us going home, then my comforting her, then our unleashed sexual attraction and passion for each other. I described in extremely vivid detail what happened the entire evening. When I reached the part about undressing mom, I heard Amy take in a sharp breath. I smiled inwardly. I was getting the exact reaction that I wanted. I continued my description, making sure that I left no juicy detail out. By the time I told her about mom and me on her bed, Amy was clearly out of control. She tried to maintain some degree of composure, but from the way her breathing had quickened and her perspiration was starting to cover her smooth arms, I knew that she was very horny and excited. When I ended my story, making sure that I emphasized how much mom enjoyed my cumming in her womb, Amy's eyes had become wider than I had ever seen and her hands were trembling. I stopped talking and let my story sink in.

"You... you mean... mom liked...?" Amy stammered.

I nodded before she could finish her sentence. "She loved it so much, she said that we should be lovers." Of course, I left out the bit about needing to complete my task with fucking both my sisters before mom lived up to her part of the deal.

"And you... came in her?"

"Yup. And I came in Becky too."

"Won't they get pregnant?"

I pondered that for a while. It hadn't occurred to me at all, I was just so caught up with the passion that nothing else mattered except shooting my sperm into the wombs of my mother and sister. "Well, I know Becky's on birth control, I'm not sure about mom though."

"If she becomes pregnant, the child might be deformed."

"Is that what you're concerned about? Becoming pregnant with a deformed child?"

"No!" she shot back at me. "I'm concerned about how disgusting it can be to have sex with mom and Becky!"

"Well, I can assure you that they didn't find it disgusting." I paused, then added, "And maybe you won't too."

"What? No, I could never!"

"Are you sure? You seemed to enjoy touching my dick just now."

She turned away. "No, no, I didn't." But her ears blushed and that gave her away.

"Yes, you did, and I know I liked it too."

"You're disgusting."

I removed the pillow and threw it aside. My dick was now clearly exposed. The thought that I would be fucking Amy soon made it start to harden.

"Look at it."

She did.

"Please..." she begged. But I wouldn't have any of it. I took her hand, she didn't resist. I then placed it gently on my dick. Then I left it there, wondering what she would do next. And just as I wanted and expected, her fingers curled around it, gripping it softly.

"See, you do like it."

She didn't respond, she just held on. Since she was new at this, I figured that I should give her some guidance. I took hold of her wrist and guided her hand up and down my dick. She gasped but didn't let go. "That's it, it's that easy." I gently caressed her back as she continued stroking me. I felt her bra under the T-shirt. I wondered which one she was wearing, I hoped it was the white lacy one that had turned me on so many times. And if she was wearing a bra, that meant she was wearing panties too. Ah, the thought of stripping my sister completely made me become even more excited.

"I'm going to kiss you now," I said. I let go of her wrist and lifted her chin as I bent down. Our lips met and I kissed her tenderly. Then I let go. "How was that?" She smiled. Needing no further encouragement, I kissed her again. She became more excited judging by the way her hand was moving faster on my dick. She needed more, she wanted more. So I gave her my tongue too. She gasped, but with our lips together, she had no choice but to accept my intrusion. Our tongues met and that comforted her. I placed a hand at the back of her head and held her in place as we kissed more and more passionately.

When we finally broke off, we were panting. That was the wildest kiss I had ever had and it was clearly one of Amy's more memorable ones too. There was no stopping now. Without a word, I raised her arms up above her head, then in one smooth move, I lifted her T-shirt over her head and off her body. I held on to it for a while, letting Amy realize that all she had on her chest was her bra. I threw the T-shirt away, then brought a hand up to a bra-covered breast. I smiled gleefully. She was wearing her white lacy bra. It didn't push up or emphasize the shape of her breasts, but it did make them more delectable. I kissed and licked the exposed top portion as she ran her hand through my hair. "Ooh..." she moaned.

I reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Without stopping my kissing, I pulled the straps down her arms, then flung the lacy lingerie aside. I straightened up and looked at her perky breasts. They were amazing, rounded and plump, with smooth skin, and those dark little areoles with her erect nipples centered on them. I cupped one and played with her nipple. She gasped and threw her head back.

"Oh my god, that feels so good!" she cried out.

I was amazed at her reaction, after all, I was just playing with her breast. Then I remembered that she was new to all this. I fondled her gently, not wanting to hurt her. I wanted to make her first time memorable and pleasurable.

After a little more fondling and kissing, I helped her stand on her bed. She looked down at me as I pulled her shorts down. Indeed, she was wearing panties, the bikini kind with a V-shape that showed off her rounded hips and ass. I nuzzled close to her crotch, breathing in her smell. Then I touched her panty-covered mound. It was damp.

"Do you want me to stop?" I teased.

"No, no..."

I pulled her panties down to her feet, revealing her pussy. She didn't shave it completely, but it looked like she did keep it trim and tidy. I parted the hairs and moved my mouth close to her pink pussy. Then I stuck my tongue out and gave her labia a nice, slow, long lick. She shuddered and her legs nearly buckled, but I held fast to her at her waist. I continued licking at her. With each stroke, she groaned louder and louder until she reached a high-pitched wail. Her whole body shook, then she stiffened before letting out a long exhale. My mouth became wet from the moisture that suddenly flooded her cunt. I looked up at her.

"It looks like you've just had an orgasm," I said.

"Oh my god, is that what that was?" she gasped.

"Your first one, I assume."

She nodded. "If I had known it was that good...Please, don't stop licking."

"But there's more." I made her lie down, then placed a hand on her crotch. She parted her legs slightly, giving me more room to feel her. I moved up to her head and positioned my dick at her mouth. "Suck it."

"No, that's sick!"

"You'll like, even more than touching me." I pushed my dick at her.

She hesitated for a while, then her lips parted slightly. I reached behind her head and pulled her closer to me. Her mouth opened wider as my dick entered her. She winced when it was inside her entirely and hit the back of her throat. She coughed and pulled out.

"No, I can't."

"Sure you can, just try that again."

So she did. This time, I let her take her time. She took a bit of my dick first, then slowly swallowed more and more of it. Soon, I was thrusting my hips at her face as her oral muscles and tongue worked at my engorged dick. "Oh yeah, that's it, Amy," I encouraged her. "Keep sucking like that." I rubbed and fingered her pussy furiously and she responded by sucking me faster.

Normally, I would have cum right there and then, but because I had just fucked Becky a while ago, it took a while to reach orgasm. That suited me just fine because I didn't really want to end it by cumming in her mouth, besides, I wasn't sure if she was ready for it. I decided that she needed some real sex.

I pulled out of her mouth and rolled her flat on her back. She watched me move between her bent legs. I fingered her pussy a bit more, making sure that it was wet and ready for me. "Do you know what I'm going to do?" I asked her.

She nodded. "Yes... yes..."

"What am I going to do?"

"You're going to have sex with me."

I leant down and whispered into her ear, "More precisely?"

"Have sex," she muttered.

"No, the f-word."

She gasped. Then, "Fuck."

I straightened up and grasped her waist. "This might hurt a bit," I warned, "but only a bit and not too long." She nodded in understanding. I placed the head of my dick at her entrance. Then, I slowly slid in. She gasped and groaned. I stopped, letting her get used to the intrusion. When she resumed breathing normally, I pushed further in and stopped. We did this for a while, each time ensuring that she was accepting and enjoying my dick. Finally, I pushed all the way in until our groins met.

She yelled and jumped up to grab me. "Aah...! Oh... oh...god..." She held me tightly, preventing me from moving. This startled me, I wasn't sure how to react, so I just held her. Her head was on my shoulder and her tears wet my side. "Oh god, it's too much... too much..."

"Maybe... maybe it would be better with you on top," I suggested.

Amy nodded, "Ok, ok... ooh..."

I lifted her off the bed, my dick still in her tight pussy, then turned us around. I lay down, holding onto her waist, letting her get used to sitting on me. She moved a bit, getting into a more comfortable position, then she slowly opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Feel better?" I asked.

She nodded. "Now what?"

"Ride me. Move up and down, side to side, any way you want to please yourself."

"What about you?"

"If you like what you're doing, then that'll be enough to make me cum."

She grounded her crotch into me, then she moved up and down along my shaft. Her young virgin cunt muscles gripped my dick tightly, sending me into pure heaven. She moved faster and faster, groaning and moaning with each thrust. I squeezed my eyes shut, enjoying the immense sensation that was flooding my every being.

"Oh god... oh..." she groaned. "Oh..."

"Yes, oh yeah, that's it, Amy..." I responded.

"Oh, oh god... oh, oh... oh fuck!"

I looked at her in amazement, never expecting her to use the f-word on her own. But that was all that was needed to drive me over the edge. My dick throbed in her pussy and I shot my first load into her virgin womb.

She felt my cum and looked down. "God, no!" she yelled. Immediately, she got off me, grabbing my dick and stroking it quickly. I didn't have time to protest, I just kept cumming and watched my sperm shoot all over her belly. A few shots managed to reach her breasts, where they dribbled to her nipples. Man, it was such an erotic sight, my cum on my sister's beautiful body.

She continued stroking me even after I had stopped cumming. It was too much for me and I stopped her. As she looked at me, I rubbed my cum all over her chest, concentrating on her breasts and nipples. Then I pulled her down to me and we kissed long and hard.

"That was beautiful, Dean," she said. "Thank you so much."

"I'm glad you liked it. But why did you pull out?"

"Because I don't want to get pregnant or anything, I'm not ready for that."

I hugged her, feeling her soft smooth skin coated with perspiration. "Ok, I can respect that. I'll never cum in your pussy again until you're ready."

She smiled. "Thanks." And we kissed again.

"Ahem," someone cleared her throat. We looked up to see Becky leaning against the door frame with one hand on her waist.

"Yes, dear sister?" I said.

"If you two are done there..." she started.

I looked at her puzzled. "What?"

She smiled. "Do you mind if I join in?"

I looked at Amy, who was smiling from ear to ear. Then I stretched an arm out at Becky. "Sure, the bed's big enough for three of us."

To be concluded... 



Dean's Summer Ch. 4



That night, I was elated beyond my wildest imagination. I couldn't help smiling gleefully, my stomach was filled with butterflies and my heart beat faster than a man running a marathon. I felt as if I had gone to heaven and back so many times and each time was better than the last. I was a man in charge now, I now knew what full and total control felt like.

From where I sat on the hall floor, I had a viewing that other guys could only dream about: two women sitting opposite me, as naked as the day they were born, with their legs stretched out and their hands touching each other's bodies. They smiled and giggled, which only heightened the excitement and electricity in the room. But the best part was, they were my sisters. And I had fucked them.

Correction, I should say that I had been fucking them the whole day. That morning, I had done what many guys in my school had always talked about: having sex with wild Rebecca, or Becky, and making love to Amy, my formerly virgin younger sister. Of course, it took a little coaxing, what with me being their brother and all. But in so doing, I had unknowingly unleashed their pent-up teenage sexual passion and frustration like never before. That suited me fine, since I too am a young, virile teenager, so I helped them out in every sexual way to our hearts' content.

And now, it was dinner time. We had ordered pizza since none of us felt like leaving the house nor cooking. One thing great about pizza: the sauce and toppings can be sloughed off and placed on any surface to be eaten. We found that eating it off breasts, cunts, assholes and dick were the best places. Needless to say, we made a mess of the hall but it was all in good fun. I especially enjoyed watching Amy eat out Becky's pussy while she groaned loudly in pleasure. Both of them had orgasms throughout dinner, then they made me cum to add some 'spice' to their slices of pizza.

We were in the middle of another pizza-eating delight when we heard the front door unlock. I turned my head to see who it was while Becky and Amy froze with surprise. In walked mom. She was clad in the same outfit she had worn that day, and from my vantage position on the floor, I caught sight of her white panties under the short skirt.

Amy yelped and tried to hide herself with a cushion while Becky just continued staring. Mom saw all three of us sitting in a messy pile in the middle of the hall and laughed. "My goodness," she said, "I thought I had done a better job in teaching the three of you how to eat."

I saw the fear in Becky and Amy's eyes. Although I had told them that I had fucked mom, it seemed that I hadn't gotten the message across that mom was also privy to our incestuous situation. So to relieve their fears, I got up and walked to mom, my dick flopping around loosely. I put a hand behind mom's head and pulled her to me. "Hi, mom," I said and kissed her loudly on her lips. Mom responded by wrapping her arms around my chest and head and opened her mouth, letting our tongues meet and our salivas mix. She put a hand on my bum...

... and pulled back. "Yuck!" she exclaimed, looking at her tomato sauce-covered palm. "What's this?"

I looked at the stain and laughed. "Err, I guess that's what's left of our dinner."

She looked at me, then at Amy and Becky, who were unsure of what to think about. Mom glared at Amy. "And I suppose you have sauce on your chest, which is now being rubbed onto the pillow."

Amy slowly removed the pillow. True enough, it was stained with sauce and some toppings. "I... I'm sorry, mom," she whimpered.

"You'll just have to clean it up then." She looked at the three of us, then at the pizza box. "In fact, all of you will have to clean this mess."

Becky and Amy, who were already horrified and embarrassed about being caught in the buff by mom, now were totally speechless. Mom must have sensed that, because she walked up to them, pecked them lightly on their cheeks, then looked over their bodies. "My goodness, you two have really grown up to be beauties."

The girls were still speechless. Then Becky, being the braver of the two, touched mom's arm lightly. Mom encouraged her by putting her hand on her breast. Then she took Amy's hand and placed it on her other breast. "Does that feel good?" she asked them.

They knew what to do them. Both sisters alternately kissed mom as they fondled her body. I just sat back and watched the amazing lesbian scene. This was better than any porn video I had ever seen. The sight of two naked and beautiful teenagers making out with a woman whose clothes hid the beauty and mystery of her body was more than I had ever wanted. I took hold of my dick and starting jerking it slowly.

Mom stopped kissing to look at me. "Dean, dear," she said, "stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"Masturbating yourself."

"Why? That's what guys do."

"Yes, but you'll want to keep your cum for your gift."

Then I remembered. Mom had promised me a gift for fucking my sisters. I had totally forgotten about it. A wide smile spread across my face and I stopped jerking. "Ok, mom, give it to me."

"Not here, it's... private." She turned to Amy and Becky. "Why don't the two of you just have fun together while your brother and I have a private moment?"

Amy giggled. "Sure," Becky said. They took each other's hands and went into the kitchen. "C'mon, there's more stuff to play with inside," Becky said to Amy.

"Just don't finish it all or you'll be paying for groceries next week!" mom yelled at them.

I stood up and wrapped my arms around mom, pressing my hard dick into her back. "Now, about that gift."

She didn't say anything. She just took hold of my dick and led me up the stairs. As we walked, all I could see - and enjoy - was her swaying ass. I reached out and grabbed it. She didn't stop me, so I just left my hands there until we were in her room. Then she let go of me and walked to her dresser.

"So what happened today?" she asked as she took off her jewellery.

I moved behind her. As I helped her undress, I recounted my many sexual exploits that day, making sure not to leave out any juicy, intimate and sensual details. I had started off the day by managing to seduce and fuck Becky and Amy. After that, Becky, Amy and I had a bit of fun in Amy's room, with them sucking my dick, then going on all fours to let me penetrate them from behind. After I had cum into Becky's pussy, Amy leant down and swallowed whatever dripped out. We then decided to have a bath to freshen up, so into the shower we went. We never knew water, soap and shampoo could be such a potent combination. By the time we had finished bathing, I had fucked them again in the shower, over the sink and on the toilet. The bathroom became misty not from the heat of the hot water but our perspiring bodies.

The fun didn't stop there. Over breakfast, Becky and Amy decided to change their diets and feasted on my dick. I came into Becky's mouth and she fed some of it to Amy, who spat it out. Apparently, she still had a bit more to learn about properly eating out a guy to the end. By then, I was spent, so we spend the rest of the morning playing with each other. Amy was still all over the both of us and Becky was the one who suggested that we try to have a normal lunch. And by normal, I meant that we ate lunch at the dining table - naked, of course.

I decided to watch some TV, so Becky and Amy had a little fun by themselves. I watched them kiss and suck each other's bodies, focussing their attention on their breasts. In fact, they spent so much time on their tits that I thought they had forgotten about the rest of their bodies. It turns out that women really had something about breasts, something that guys had forgotten, so I made sure that I learned my lesson at that moment. Later, they went into a sixty-nine position to eat each other out. Needless to say, I didn't watch much TV that afternoon.

By evening, I was back in the saddle again. We fucked all over the house. Wherever there was an empty spot, there would be one of the girls with my dick firmly implanted in her pussy. We did it on the dining table, in the laundry room, on the stairs and against the walls. We even made some interesting music on the piano.

But the biggest shocker was to come. When the pizza guy arrived, Becky and Amy greeted him in the buff. He was so shocked that he nearly dropped the pizza. Luckily, Becky had quick reflexes and took it from him. Meanwhile, Amy quickly undid his pants, took his cock out, then pulled him into the house. This shocked Becky and me, Amy was always the courteous, considerate sibling, but now, she was a wanton sex femme fatale. She went down on the poor guy and he came into her mouth almost immediately. She had no time to react and swallowed his cum as it he shot it out. She quickly turned away and started coughing and gagging, while her hand continued working on his dick. When she had recovered, she gave him another good long lick. Unfortunately, the guy was such a prude that all he could do was pull away and rush out of the house with his dick still hanging out. He didn't even bother to wait for us to pay. Then we had some dinner fun, which is when mom entered the house.

When I finished my story, mom was already naked and sitting at the edge of her bed. "My goodness, that Amy," she said. "Who would've known?"

"The funny thing is, that slut still refuses to let me cum in her," I added.

Mom looked at me sternly. "Don't speak about your sister like that. Although we have this... thing going on, we are still family and family members don't call one another names."

I apologised sheepishly. She might be my lover, but she was still my mother and I had to obey her.

She reached up and took my dick. She stroked it gently and kissed the tip. "I hope you still have enough cum for your dear mother," she purred.

"Oh yeah, mom, you can count on it."

"That's good." And she took my whole dick into her mouth. She pushed it all the way in and let it stay there for a while. I was shocked at watching my mother deepthroat. I never knew her mouth was that, that flexible. I moaned and felt a tugging at my balls, but I managed to hold back. My legs nearly buckled from the intense feeling. Then mom pulled out and looked at me. "Did you like that?"

"Holy cow, mom, don't stop!"

So she didn't. She continued deepthroating me and I continued screaming and groaning. Her mouth was incredible, it was one helluva sucking machine. And her tongue, the way it roamed all over my tongue and licked my balls, it was like it had a life of its own. I pulled mom's head against me each time she went down, I had to have more, more! But I knew she had her limits and let go when I heard her gagging.

Finally, she stopped and took a deep breath. "Oh wow, I've never done it like that before," she said.

"Even with dad?"

"Your dad's another story, one I don't want to tell right now."

"Ok, whatever. So, was that your gift to me?"

"That was just part of the gift." She crawled back and rested against her pillows. I crawled up to her and bent over her body. I kissed her on the lips, then her neck and shoulders. I cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples with my fingers, and swallowed her beautiful mounds. She couldn't help but moan uncontrollably. Her back arched, pushing her breasts into my face. Knowing what I had learnt from watching my sisters earlier that day, I continued feeding on her breasts and sucking her nipples. My hands massaged them sensually, then moved down her chest to her belly button before coming back up for more breasts.

Mom started shivering and her hips bucked against me. She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned louder. Suddenly, she pulled me against her and held me tightly as her whole body trembled. And when it stopped, she let go of me and lay back on the bed.

"Oh my god," she sighed, "you made me cum so badly."

"And that was just with your breasts," I replied. Now that I had given my mother some pleasure, I decided to give myself some too. I moved down and started eating her pussy. Each time my tongue darted around her pink clit, mom would groan and buck her hips against me. My tongue entered her a few times and she yelped. She coated my face with her juices.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me!" she demanded.

I didn't need to hear that a second time. I pushed my dick into her and started fucking her furiously. I had been waiting for more than ten hours to reenter her hot hole and was rewarded with the feeling of her tight, wet pussy. She worked her body against me as I pounded into her, her cunt muscles squeezing against my member.

"Oh mom, this is great!" I yelled. "Oh fuck, yeah!" I looked down at my balls slamming against her crotch, enjoying the wet slapping sound. "I think I'm gonna cum soon!"

"No!" she screamed. "Not yet!"

"But, mom..."

"Your gift, I need to give you your gift!"

"You're giving it to me now." And I banged into her to show it.

"No, not my pussy, my ass! My gift is my ass!"

I couldn't believe my ears. Did she just say that she was giving her ass to me? I was so shocked that my body worked on intertia, continuing to fuck her while the words settled into me.

She groaned, then yelled, "Fuck my ass!"

This time, I heard her loud and clear. I pulled out, grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs over her body. Her little pink asshole was now exposed to me. I grinned as I fingered it. It was so tight, I could barely fit a finger in. "Mom, are you sure you can take my dick?"

"I said fuck it!" she ordered.

"Ok, it's your ass." What did I care? As long as I fucked her, it didn't matter to me whether she felt pain or pleasure, I needed to satisfy my needs, which was to fuck and cum in her, no matter which hole I used. Man, I felt evil. I supposed I should since I was fucking the very person who had given me life. But at that moment, the only thing that mattered to me was fulfilling my desires.

I placed the head of my dick against her asshole and pushed in. She screamed at the top of her lungs and her whole body became tense. I continued pushing. It was going to take a long time since her hole was so tight. It even hurt me as I entered her. Soon, I had the head of my dick in. I let it rest there for a while, then took a deep breath and pushed again. Mom screamed again, her hands squeezing her breasts until the marks of her fingers could be clearly seen.

"Oh Dean, oh, you...you're so big...oh fuck, yes, yes!"

Then I gave one loud grunt and pushed my whole member in! Mom bucked, her back arched, and loud guttural groan came out of her throat. Before she had a chance to settle down, I was moving in and out of her, and with each thrust, I sent her into intense excitement. By my fifth stroke, mom had come again. I slipped two fingers into her soppy pussy and finger-fucked her as I continued fucking her ass. Mom was screaming unstoppably now and the whole neighborhood must have heard her. I didn't care and neither did she. We were so into each other that the whole world could explode and we'd still be fucking each other right there and then.

Well, the whole world didn't explode, but I did. The sensation was too great for me and my dick started shooting into her rectum. Mom gasped and groaned with each spurt while I continued moving in her. I removed my fingers and fed it to her. She sucked them dry hungrily while her ass muscles worked on my dick, emptying me completely.

Finally, I pulled out and let go of her legs. She kept them apart as it was still too painful down there. I looked at her. She was covered with perspiration and, as it glistened on her body, she looked so beautiful. I moved up and kissed her forehead. "That was wonderful, mom," I said. "Thank you so much."

"No," she said, still panting, "thank you. I've always wanted to be fucked in the ass but your dad would never..."

I placed a finger on her lips. "Remember, we're not talking about dad now." And I kissed her.

"God, that was so strong and intense." She turned to me. "Was it the same for you?"

"What do you think?"

She smiled and pulled me towards her. We kissed, our mouths open, tasting each other's perspiration and saliva. I reached down and fingered her pussy. She winced.

"Sorry, dear, but it seems that I'm a bit sore all over."

"That's ok, mom. Anytime you're ready."

There was a knock on the door. Becky and Amy were standing there, an arm around each other's back.

"We heard you screaming, mom," Becky said, "and we couldn't help but come and watch."

Amy walked in first. "Did you really fuck her ass?" she asked me.

All I could do was smile.

"God, that's so nasty!" Then she leaned in and kissed me.

Becky sat next to mom and caressed her belly. "You are beautiful, mom," she remarked. "I never knew..."

Mom took both girls' hands then looked at all three of us. "Listen," she said, "what we have here, it's something special and different. We might enjoy it, but the world doesn't think it's right, so we'll have to keep it a secret."

"No problems there, mom," I said. "I just have one question."

Mom looked at me. "What's that?"

I cleared my throat and made myself look as serious as possible. "This started out as my summer job, so my question is: do I still get paid?"

Mom grabbed my dick while Becky and Amy moved towards me. "Each and every day," she said.

And that was how my summer began.

End