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Doing Mom

By: jimewest



After Cuz and I seduced my drunk mother by getting her away from a dull party, we seduced her again the following night using wine and a porn movie. I became a mother-fucker, and Tim an aunt-fucker.

We all fell asleep in the living room after a round of sucking, fucking and buggering. Somehow we managed individually to make it to bed, and Tim and I awoke the next morning a little hung-over. We were sitting in the kitchen having coffee when mom came downstairs. 

Mom was humming and doing little dance steps, looking like a little girl in a baby-doll nightie. She'd obviously already showered, done her hair in a pony-tail, and applied a touch of makeup. She was wearing a pair of high-heel mules on her tiny feet, accentuating her long shapely legs, and looked like a cover girl. Damn! She looked sexy, with her big boobies bouncing under the thin nightie. She gave us both a quick peck on the cheek, got a cup of coffee, and sat at the kitchen table with us.

There was a long pause, and she started, "Uh ... your father will be home from the convention this evening, and I've planned a nice dinner to welcome him home. You boys won't say anything to him... about... us? ...Will you?" Her eyes were pleading, "He must never know... anything..." Now, of course neither Tim nor I ever wanted him to find out, either, but my sleazy cousin decided to take advantage of the situation...as he always did. 

Before I could assure her, Tim spoke up, "Of course, Auntie, he need never find out anything, or have any suspicion at all..." He rose from his chair and went to stand beside her, "so long as you continue to be nice to us..." His hand was on the back of her head, gently stroking her long slim neck. He dropped his pants, and pulled out his semi-hard dick, and began pulling her face toward it. 

"Oh,... nnnno... no... We can't be doing this..." Mom started, then her mouth engulfed Tim's dick, and he started hunching it in and out of her mouth. She sighed, and quickly gave in, bobbing her head and running her tongue around the head of his prick as it gained an erection. My Mom is a slut! She loves it..."it" being any form of sex, anytime, anywhere! My dick was quickly getting hard, too. I just couldn't stay and watch, and as I felt kinda funky, I went upstairs and took the 5 "S"s ... shit, shine, shave, shower and shampoo. I put on a pair of loose gym shorts and as I was coming out of the bathroom, Tim was coming in, a wide shit-eating grin on his face. I couldn't help it, I smiled right back.

I went back down to the kitchen, where Mom was working over the stove...still looking like a cover girl. "I'm fixing omelets and toast for breakfast while Tim takes a shower," she said, "is that all right?" I assured her I was starving, and anything would be good, just standing and staring at her bubble-butt peeking out from under the nightie, and her fabulous tits bobbing around as she whipped the eggs in a bowl. My dick was getting hard again from the sight. Lucky the shorts were loose! I got out some orange juice and started another pot of coffee brewing, almost dropping everything I touched from the distraction of watching my sexy Mom. I finally just sat and stared. Tim came in just as breakfast was ready, and we all sat down and ate, not talking much. Tim and I spent most of our time staring at Mom's big titties, and she spent most of her time blushing and avoiding our eyes. However, I could tell by the way the flush extended from her cheeks down her slim neck to the tops of her fabulous tits that she was really turned-on ...again! We finished breakfast and had another cup of coffee when Mom asked Tim to clean up the kitchen and reached for my hand to lead me upstairs. She pulled me into her bedroom, and turned her bright eyes to my face.

"Um.... uh..." she whispered, "what... I did to Tim ... really ... uh... created a need... um..." What a prude! To be such a slut, she still couldn't bring herself to say the words. 

"You mean giving Tim a blow-job made you horny, don't you?" I asked. She just nodded her head. "Say it, Mom," I insisted, "it's perfectly good English and those are legitimate words." She took a deep breath, making her tits rise on her chest, and looked directly into my eyes, hers shining. 

"Giving Tim a blow-job made me horny!" she announced, and turned beet red. 

"Me, too," I said, as I took her in my arms and grabbed both her bubble-butt-cheeks in my hands, grinding her pelvis against my hard-on and her tits against my chest. "Feel that?" I asked, "It's been like that since you came downstairs this morning. You look gorgeous!" and I kissed her full lips, hard, pushing my tongue into her wet mouth. She came alive. I thought she was going to suck my tongue out by the roots. I bent a little lower, and grabbed the backs of her thighs, lifting her off the floor, still kissing her feverish mouth. I heard her mules hit the floor as she kicked them off, and I noticed that when she'd entered the bedroom she'd dropped her panties to the floor and I was grasping bare butt-cheeks. I leaned over and fell on the bed, with her under me, her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. I had to pull back to drop my shorts, and my hard dick sprang up, right in line with her hot cunt. 

She hunched once, and captured it between her wet pussy-lips, then hunched again and pulled my dick into the depths of her pussy, letting out a deep moan of satisfaction, "AAAAaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh... gooooooodddd... sooooooo goooooddddd..." she breathed, and began humping her bubble-butt up and down, her pussy clasping and unclasping around my cock. "Ummmmm... uummmmm... uuuummmm..." she moaned... twisting and pumping at the same time. I really was horny, and so was she, so we raced toward a simultaneous orgasm. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my, oh god, oh mygod, oh mygod, " she was chanting, getting faster and faster, squealing and squirming under me. Then she popped, let out a high-pitched squeal, and collapsed, her arms and legs dropping akimbo. She'd passed out, like the first night. Her orgasm was so intense, she just passed out. I kissed her swollen lips, and left her asleep on the bed. 

After an hour or so, she came downstairs, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt to go to the market, gave us both a kiss, asked if we needed anything, and went to the market. The rest of the afternoon, she busied herself making a huge dinner. She looked and acted happier that I remember seeing her. She was freer, looser, smiled more. Everything was funny, and got a giggle and a grin. Dad came home about dark, just as he said. He was always punctual. Mom ran and jumped, literally jumped, into his arms and hung a lip-lock on him that curled his toes. He seemed a little surprised, but Mom was always affectionate toward him, only a little more-so tonight. She served up a delicious dinner, and we ate and talked, Dad bitching about his trip, and all the driving to and from, and how bad traffic was getting... blah, blah, blah, but we sat and listened. Mom hung on every word. 

Then Dad said he was glad to see Tim and me there, to "keep your mother company" (if he only knew!) and to help with the "chores". If we weren't going to be getting summer jobs, he detailed a lot of fix-its that need to be done this summer, besides lawn-mowing, cleaning the swimming pool, painting the trim on the house, re-working the flowerbeds, and on and on. He said he'd give us each $100 a week spending money to "help out around the house". That sounded just fine to Tim and me. Once the swimming pool was clean, the place would be like a resort... a resort with extra perks, at that. Then Mom announced that my sisters would be coming to visit, "bringing the babies to see grandma and grandpa", (Lord, my parents weren't even 40 and already grandparents.) and Tim and I looked at each other. That could put a fly in the ointment. My older sister, Samantha ("Sam") would be arriving this week and planned to stay over the next weekend, when my younger sister, Sami, would arrive to spend several days. (Yeah, my Dad's name is Sam, and I'm Sam Jr., my folks didn't have a lot of imagination...Samuel's an old family name with us.) Tim and I volunteered to clear the table and do the dishes, "so Mom and Dad could talk" (actually so we didn't have to listen to Dad's bitching) and they went arm-in-arm into the living room. 

After they were gone, as we cleared the table, I could hear the excitement in Tim's whispers, "Your sisters are coming? Wow, I haven't seen them in a couple of years, but they both used to be really HOT!" He had that same curious look in his eyes. Remembering how much they looked and acted like Mom, I had to agree, but they both had small children now, and probably had ballooned up after getting pregnant. Despite the closeness of our ages, I hadn't been very close to my sisters, who both ran with a different crowd of kids in school. I was the nerdy, studious type, working to get into college, and they were both wildly popular, due largely to their great looks, and ran with the more popular kids.

"Maybe so, but we'll have to cool it around Mom while they're here," I whispered, "We can't have them suspecting anything."

We finished the dishes and ambled into the living room, where we found Mom sitting on Dad's lap. They were smooching like a couple of high school kids. They broke it up as we came in, and we all watched TV for awhile, until Mom got Dad by the arm, saying, "You must be really tired, Sam, maybe we'd better go to bed early." They went up the stairs with Mom leaning against Dad. 

Tim giggled, "He's in for a hot time tonight, I hope he's not too tired."

We watched TV for quite a while, then decided to turn in. As we reached the top of the stairs, we could hear Mom moaning and squealing, Dad groaning, and the headboard of their big old bed bumping the wall with a steady thump-thump-thump. Tim got his shit-eating grin and whispered, "Told you so. She's gonna fuck his ears off." Long after we went to bed, we could hear the sexual activity in their room, mostly Mom's squeals. It made me so horny, I jacked-off, and I'll bet Tim did, too.

Men are pigs. Men ARE pigs, we just are. Anyone who'd fuck his own mother, then jerk-off to the sounds of her making it with his father is just a pig. Oink.

Next morning, Tim & I got up earlier than usual for summer. As we arrived at the kitchen, the old man was just leaving, with a wet French-kiss from Mom. We had decided the night before to get busy on the "chores", as Dad called them. Before breakfast, we started the pool draining and checked the filters. Can't have a resort without a pool! During breakfast, we watched Mom skipping around like a little school-girl, humming and grinning ear-to-ear. She was wearing a long fleece robe, so we couldn't see much of her body and her hair was still damp from her morning shower. I guess she had a good night. After breakfast, we changed and cleaned the filters in the pool, and I started the lawnmower and Tim got the weed-wacker and we started trimming up the yard. The bermuda had been allowed to go to seed over the winter, and wherever we worked really sharpened up the old homestead, as you could easily see the progress we were making. 

We'd been working about an hour when Mom came out. She was dressed in a pair of stretch speedo running shorts and a matching tube top, both skin-tight, and a tiny pair of Nikes. "I'm going to the health club to work out," she called, starting for the garage. 

Tim motioned her over, and we stopped the mower and trimmer. Tim gave a low wolf-whistle. "Wow!" we both said. Mom blushed. 

"I hope you're going to an all-women health club," I observed, "any men wouldn't be able to exercise for tripping over their hard dicks." Mom blushed more. 

"We can give you a better workout than any old health club," Tim bantered, "you can just skip that for the summer." 

Mom flushed more, and turned bright pink right down her face, neck, and on down into the tube-top. "Uh... uh... um..." she stammered, "we... we've got to stop that sort of thing, now that Sam's home..." She trailed off. 

"I don't see why," countered Tim, "Unk is gone all day at work, leaves at 7:00, doesn't come home until 6:15, that leaves us all day free, and we're only working for YOU this summer." 

Mom looked worried, changing car keys from hand to hand and standing on first one foot then the other. "Uh... uh... um... I..I don't think that's a good idea, " she stammered. Obviously her conscience was bothering her. My sleazy cousin stepped up close, jerked her tube-top down to her waist, crushed her fabulous tits to his bare, sweaty chest, and hung a lip-lock on her lips, which parted with a gasp. She paused for a moment, startled, then threw her arms around his neck, standing on tip-toe, and hugged and kissed him back. This went on for several minutes, and I could see her (him?) rubbing her marvelous tits against his chest. By the time she broke the kiss, I was sporting an erection. So was Tim. 

She quickly pulled up her top to cover her beautiful breasts (aw) and hissed, "Tim!" She was looking all around to see if anyone had observed. We were in the back yard, which has a 10-foot privacy fence, so it wasn't likely. "Tim! She hissed again, "We can't be doing that where everyone can see!" I noticed it wasn't just "we can't be doing that." She'd left the door open. 

"No one can see," countered my cuz, reasonably, "but if it makes you uncomfortable..." He scooped her little body up and started for the house, one hand fondling a huge tittie. He bent and firmly kissed her again, cutting off any protest. She wrapped her arms around his neck. I trailed along behind.

When he arrived in the living room, Tim broke the kiss, dropped Mom's feet to the floor, pulled down her top to her waist, dropped to his knees and pulled down both the top and her stretch shorts to puddle around her ankles, and locked his lips on her clean-shaven twat. 

It happened so fast, Mom just looked confused. "Tim!" she gasped, "Tim! Tim! Oh, Tim... Oh oh...Tim... Ohhhhhhh... ohhhhhhh... uuummmmmm. uhhhhhh... Oh! Tim!" and her bubble-butt started twisting, her pelvis pushed forward to Tim's lips. He had his hands on her taut butt-cheeks, squeezing like hell. After only a couple of minutes of this, she had an orgasm, squealed real loud, and her knees buckled. Tim was holding her up by her butt, still licking and poking away with his tongue. She continued squealing and twisting, as Tim eased her back onto the couch.

Tim pulled her clothes off over those tiny Nikes, jerked down his zipper and pulled out his hard cock, grabbed Mom's ankles and pushed them up past her ears, inserted his fat cock and SLAMMED it in to the root, all in about 10 seconds. I could literally see her juices squirting out around Tim's cock. Her legs were crushing her big tits, as she continued squealing and twisting to the rhythm of Cuz's pounding. She came again, squealing louder, and Tim stiffened and pumped his load into her hot twat. Tim eased back, lowering her feet. By the time he moved, I'd dropped my pants and stepped between her curvy thighs. Oink.

She looked up at me with wide eyes. "I.. I... we... I know we shouldn't be doing this," she breathed, "I... I just can't help it, I love it so!" 

"Me, too," I answered, lifting her ankles again, and sliding my rampant rod deep in her wet twat, "me, too." I shoved her ankles past her ears again, and proceeded to pound her pussy, hard and fast. 

With every jolt, she moaned, "um... ummm... ummmmm... ummmmmmm... uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yes, yes, ohyes, ohyes, ohyes, yes, yes, yes...uh, uh, uh, uh, uh..." Her eyes flickered closed, then open, then closed, and the flush started again on her face, down her slim neck, onto her fabulous tits, and got deeper red as she reached around her legs and began pulling my hips into her with all her strength. Her tummy spasmed, then grew taut, and she came again, venting a low-pitched squeal, that grew in intensity, volume, and pitch, like a siren, "UUUhhhhhhhh... ... aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh... aaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." I kept pumping. She slumped, folded in half, breathing heavily, and I kept pumping... she lost all sign of consciousness, her eyes closed, her muscles relaxed, and I stopped and stared at her a moment.

Then I pulled out of her pussy, pushed her ankles and feet higher, rolling her butt up toward me, centered my cock on her anus, and slammed it home. Her eyes opened wide in surprise, and she let out a long moan, "Oooohhhhhhhhhhhh..." Then her eyes flicked open and closed a few times, and she began twisting her juice-dripping bubble-butt around in circles, and I kept pumping, staring at her big titties, back at her flushed face, down at her twat, taking in her rare beauty, I kept pumping, as I lifted both her feet to my left shoulder, I kept pumping, then I could feel the cum boiling up and I pumped harder, until I dropped another load, and we both let out a long sigh..."AAAAAAAaaahhhhhhhhhhh," and collapsed on the sofa. Gawd! It was great! Oink.

My pig-cousin was sitting on a chair, his dick still limp, and another big shit-eating grin on his relaxed face. This was already some summer vacation! If we'd only known...! After resting awhile, Mom grabbed her clothes and headed for the bathroom. Tim and I drank gallons of water, and went back out to finish the lawn. We also had to wade into the pool and clear out some of the leaves that were clogging the drain covers, and sat watching the pool slowly drain, not saying much, both just sitting with big wide pig grins on our faces, enjoying the sun and the summer. Mom came out with cokes, sandwiches & chips, and we munched lunch awhile, looking at Mom. She was wearing a yellow tee-shirt, a matching elastic-waisted short skirt, and sandals. She was happy and relaxed, flirting with us both, flipping her hair around, giggling with a little bird-like laugh, and crossing and re-crossing her legs, showing thigh skin. She said, "I can't wait to have the pool ready to use. Swimming is such great exercise." 

Tim and I thought so, too, and our dicks got some exercise thinking of her in a swimsuit. Horny little pigs. Mom started back to the house. About half-way, she let out a low whistle that got our attention. She turned toward us and lifted the hem of her tee-shirt over her bobbing breasts, showing she wasn't wearing her usual bra! Then she turned and bent over, lifting the hem of her skirt, and showing she had no panties covering her twisty little bubble-butt! We almost caught her before she slipped inside, but when we reached for her, she turned up her nose, "Whoa, guys, don't try anything with me!" She sounded serious! ".... until you wash off some of the grit and stink!" We both went to take showers.

When we came out of our showers, Mom hollered at us to go sit on our beds. We'd just sat down when she stepped to the doorway, still wearing the yellow skirt and top outfit, but also wearing an impossibly tall pair of high-heels. "I want to show you the stage act I did in College for a charity event," she said, "turn on your tape player." She'd cued up a tape in my machine. When I turned it on, an old, old "Betty Boop" song, "I Wanna Be Loved By You" started. Mom took a dramatic pose, leaning against the door jamb, and mouthed the words, as she did a little teasing dance, flipping her skirt back and forth and bobbing her fabulous tits. She looked fabulous! I never knew mother could dance, and so sexily! The tiny steps in those super-high heels made her butt wiggle like a stripper. Toward the end, she did a couple of bump-and-grinds and wound up facing away from us, bent over, and flipped the skirt-tail up over her butt with the end of the song. She was bare! "I wore frilly panties onstage," she blushed. 

Then "The Stripper", the old David Rose song started, and she proceeded to sashay around the room, teasing us, running her hands through our hair and over our chests, as she slowly pulled up the hem of the shirt, and pulled it off over her head. Still wiggling her butt in the tight skirt, tits bobbing, she started at the hem and pulled it up her shapely legs, over her fabulous chest, and off over her head. She ended standing in front of me, with her tiny foot on my shoulder, totally nude except for those high heels. I wanted to cheer! Tim did, hooting and hollering. Instead, I slid my mouth up her thigh and onto her bare pussy, and gave it a suck. She was so wet, she was dripping. She moaned, "I'm yours, boys, until 4:00. Teach me some more!" 


Doing Mom



Hi, I am Gussy. I used to hear guys at work talking about doing their moms at times, and I suppose hearing that a few times a week I started to wonder if it could really be that good. 

I was twenty seven at the time and mom was getting on to fifty. But what a fifty, damn a nice ass and hips, long flowing gray hair with some blonde in it, and her boobs? Yeah, must be a forty double D. 

Well mom worked in an office for a large silver company over in Taunton, Mass. Reed & Barton maybe? up on rte. 138 north, of the Greene, and asked If I would run over to Hickeys diner and pick up lunch. I did so and she was very pleased. 

Mom was wearing a black skirt and white blouse with a ruffled V neck and low black patent heels. She had a pair of silver half-round glasses that hung from a string of small pearls when she wasn't actually looking through them. 

I guess at that age my interest in older ladies was growing stronger, longer. When I got back to the house I had a need to look for any of my moms various styles of reading glasses. I did find a few and while washing up I spied a bra strap hanging out of the hamper and grabbed it thinking how nice it would be to cum it and I went off to take care of my needs. 

This became a routine both mornings and nights, loving up her bra and two pair of her half-glasses, both with beaded eyeglass chains. Then one day while she was working I checked out her heels. She had an old pair of black patent pumps in the back of the closet and covered with other heels and I figured she just forgot about them. Sometimes feeling lonely I'd put mom's half-glasses on the heel of her shoe and have a conversation about how I would like to do her and what did she think of the idea. 

So I had some real nice items of moms to do myself with and I guess a shrink would say, 

"He desires to sleep with his mom." 

My routine went on for some time. I did wonder why mom never asked about two pair of half-glasses and a bra but figured she may have had a stronger pair and that she had more than enough bra's. 

I was out playing baseball with a few buddies one Saturday when I started to get an uneasy feeling. The game was just about over and I got home still uneasy but acting as though everything was fine.

I looked around the house but did not see mom anywhere until I walked into my room and there she is siting on my bed with her heels, bra, and two pair of half-glasses with beaded eyeglass chains, I thought were so feminine.

I know she wondered about one pair of her glasses in the shoe with the beads wrapped around the heel as she held that shoe in her hand and kept looking at it. 

I figured at that moment, ..."That life as I knew it was gone." I was my surprised when Mom asked in a friendly tone, 

"How did the game go?" 

"Oh pretty good." 

"Who won?" 

"It doesn't matter who won, it's just a bunch o' guys playing baseball, a great American sport." 

"So ya lost huh?" 

"Yup, big time. We never win, but boy can we lose!" 

"Gussy, I see you have been taking care of your needs with my bra;heels and my half-glasses, How was it?" 

Mom seemed so cool about this I just said, "Great mom, you don't sound like you're mad." 

"No. . . no I'm not mad, just curious as to why you would want to use my things." 

"Well maybe because you are a hot looking woman. I mean you are my mom, but I am a guy and any guy with a fair amount of brains is gonna know you're hot." 

"Are you saying that with sincerity, or because you think you're in trouble?" 

"Well I know I'm not in trouble or the hollering would have already begun, and to be perfectly honest, you really are hot. I mean if you weren't my mom I could be, well anyway, I guess I am interested in you." 

"Yes I believe it. Some of the guys at work always want to buy me coffee and muffins from the caterer. Here sit down next to me." She said as she patted a spot on the bed. 

She was sitting there cleaning a pair of gold rectangular style half-glasses. 

Mom picked up the heel with her glasses in it and the beaded eyeglass chain wrapped around the heel of that sexy black patent high heel and asked in her normal voice,

"What is this all about?"

"Well mom, sometimes I feel quite lonely so I put your half-glasses on the heel and talk to her. I call her Miss Stockings."

"Well, I guess I have been working way too many hours that I have not the time to talk to my son any more. And for that I am sorry. I never knew you to felt so lonely as to invent a lady to talk to.

"You know a shrink would say that doing mom's reading glasses, bra and heels would be symbolic of wanting... 

"I know that Mom. I have had thoughts of, well, making love to you, not just "doing you", but actually to want to love being intimate with you. To kiss you with a real passion from your ear lobes and neck to your lovely bosoms down to your belly. Then from the feet up to your lovely muff.

"How do you know I have a lovely muff?" Asked mom, not with anger but a bit of worry he may have seen too much.

"Mom, you look so good I have to assume that would look good too."

"You're rather brazen, Gussy."She said in a tone that was as neutral as ever. 

She sat there for a bit thinking this whole thing over and I am sure she is asking herself, "Would it really be a bad thing to do this? I mean, I am kind of flattered Gus would want an older woman than some girl his age, and frankly he does look good and I have not had it since God knows when. 

Mom gave Gus a real good hug and told him to enjoy what he has been doing and told him she would really try to make time when they could get together and talk. 

The next few days things were nice, they ate breakfast together and supper too. Gussy became more helpful around the house. No dishes left in the sink and he ran the Hoover through the house so the carpets looked good and he dusted the furniture as well.

They were watching t.v. one evening, well mom was going between t.v. and reading the Taunton Daily News and Gus kept stealing glances of his mom. She was wearing a purple house dress and low black patent heels with bows and she looked good. He loved the way she wore her gold half-rounds at the end of her nose with those sexy pearl beads of her eyeglass chain hanging.

"Mom?"

"Yes Gussy?"

"Why do you wear your glasses like that?"

"I see well for distance Gus, but not up close. If I wore these further up my nose then the t.v. would be blurry."

She took her glasses off and handed them to Gus with the beads brushing over the crotch of his shorts.

"Now put these on and read the paper, then try and watch the t.v. through them. then do the same wearing them as I do.

Mom had given an awful lot of thought to whether or not she wanted to have a sexual relationship with her son. She was rather fed up with men at this point in her life, Why did her husband have to split for a woman seven years younger? Mable had been a wonderful wife but it really did not matter anymore did it? he split because he wanted something younger, and simply did not give a damn about anyone but himself.

Mable decided that if her son wanted to really be her lover, to be as passionate and loving as ever, why in hell not? If this really worked out well she would not bother looking for a man to fill her needs.

So Gussy is sitting there trying moms half- glasses reading the paper and watching t.v. with a nice boner in his pants. Mom saw and liked.

"Gussy, lock the house up for the night and turn off all the lights but the Tiffany in the corner."

He did so and came back to the sofa

He did so and Mom comes over

"Drop your pants Gussy." 

I did so. 

"How did you start out doing this? she asks. Did you hold my glasses against your cock and wrap the beaded eyeglass chains around them like this?" And she is actually doing what she is saying. 

"Did you then touch yourself with my heels like this?" As she is rubbing the smooth shiny black heels allover my cock. 

"Kiss the toes of your moms heels!" Said mom with still heavier breathing. 

I really could not believe it. It looked like my mother was gonna give me some real sex, and she is starting to breathe a bit heavier 

Mom reached over and pulled a bra out from under a sofa cushion.

"Did you then cover up your cock with my half-glasses held to it with my nice white and lacy bra and stroke yourself till you came into it?" she says as she was jerking me off. And she kept right on jerking me off with her smooth lacy bra covering everything, and then I came, gosh how I came. 

Gobs of love sauce erupting and trickling down all over mom's half-glasses and beaded eyeglass chains. 

Mom lowers her head and starts sucking the cum off the top of my cock as she still jerks me off. She had her gold half-glasses at the end of her nose with the beads hanging and she looked so HOT sexy and erotic. 

And I am telling you it was the most wonderful feeling ever, to be done by an older woman who was simply a pro at this. 

"Oh Gussy, that cock is so big. I guess doing yourself every day made it bigger for Mom... you were trying to make it bigger for me, you knew I would want it and I am so glad you liked messing with my half-glasses, beaded eyeglass chains and my bra and high heels.

"No mom, twice a day and three times on Sunday. Yes of course I have wondered what it would be like to really get intimate with you, to want only you.

"How did my bra feel on your cock head?" 

"Just great!" 

By now mom had her blouse off as well as her bra.

"Grab my tit with both hands an squeeze it tight and lick my nipple." She said and I knew she was turned on. 

Her nipple was now fat and so red I could light a match from it. I grabbed her pair of blue half-glasses and stretched out the eyeglass chain and ran it by her nipples and mom loved that. 

I saw the red fingernails of her hand go yonder to her bush and I knew she was ready for it. Within seconds I was naked. Mom knew what she wanted, Oh yes mom knew. 

How many years did mom go through being unfulfilled sexually?

"Oh Gussy I want it... what you did with these beads we will do again." 

She was on the sofa with her legs open. Mom was telling me she wanted it and she was going to get it. I was on her in seconds and I had my Italian sausage lined up for the portals of her love tunnel. I was in and wanted to stay there a bit as it felt so damn good. 

"Fuck, what are ya waiting for?" 

I looked at Mom in disbelief. I started pounding mom like she was never pounded or hammered before. I needed it and so did mom. I was going so fast my balls slapping back and forth were a blur and could I possibly suffer whiplash? Still, I kept on going and started to feel her pussy juices sloshing around my cock and within five minutes or so she came like three times. Oh she shook like a powerful current of sex was going through her, and it was. My balls were releasing every bit of love sauce available. The way she was thrashing and bucking at the hips, I knew she was very serious about getting the most out of this. 

Well, we were now bushed, and hungry, and laid there for awhile thinking about how to satisfy the munchies, and talking about how great it was. Mom surprised me when she said, "I have more pairs of half- glasses with beaded eyeglass chains, and more brassieres. I love that you love my things as fetish items. 

It seems, looking back, this was done so fast but did it really matter? We both loved what happened and had grown much closer as a result of our intimacy. There were to be many many more times we enjoyed sharing a sofa or bed.



Doing Mom and the Maid



Doing Mom and the Maid

Characters

Sahil - Me, the author aged 20 years 
Arun - My dad, aged 45 years. 
Ami - My beautiful and hot mom aged 43 years 
Parvati - Our household's maid aged 31 years

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Hello everyone, I am Sahil. I am a 20 year old guy living a well off life in Ahmedabad, Western India. I live with my parents, my dad - Arun and my mom Ami. Being a well off family we have a maid Parvati aged 31. 

My dad is mostly out of town around 20-25 days a month as he is a senior sales executive in a large corporation. Due to his company's clients being scattered around the globe he needs to travel a lot. We have no complains though as he brings in a lot of money enabling us to live a very decent and comfortable lifestlye.

My mom Ami is a homemaker and enjoys taking care of her only son - me. Since dad started touring a lot she has started working out and has been doing all sorts of yoga and aerobics to keep herself in shape. And boy, the workouts have done a lot of good to her. She is one fine piece of ass. She is 5"6 and weighs around 120 pounds. She has got milky white skin, long flowing jet black her which extend up to her ass. Her blue eyes, a rarity amongst Indian women makes her look like a sex bomb. 

Being well off has its perks. We have a full time maid help employed in our house. Her name is Parvati and she has been working in our household since the tender age of 18 when she ran away from her abusive husband to whom she was married at 16 against her will. My parents being the kind people they are gave her shelter in our house and employed her to do the menial chores like dusting, cleaning, laundry etc. She considers us as her family and basically depends on us for her survival. She is very beautiful considering her rather background. She has the curves that most guys would die for. From what I understand she must be 34-26-36. Add that a voluptuous body and an admirable complexion of whitishness and duskiness. I must admit I grew up in my whirlwind teenage days fantasizing about her as my object of lust while "helping myself" to some relief. Being the shy guy I always was around girls I never made a move on her. Although I never left an opportunity to stare at her cleavage when she was squatting on the floor while mopping the floor, nor did I let the opportunity of staring at her posterior when she bent down to pick something up. I never made a move for the fear of rejection and the fear of her telling about my exploits to my parents. Boy, that would be an embarrasing situation.

Now that the reader has a backdrop knowledge lets get into the specifics about how my life turned upside down one fateful day.

It was one of those days when dad was out on business to London. It was a Sunday and there were only the three of us in the house. I usually go out in the morning to play cricket with my friends at the University grounds. I generally leave by 7 and come back by 11 when the sun starts to kick the heat up.

On this fateful day I was feeling a little queasy and didn't want to go in the first place but on the insistence of my friends, I still made it to the ground to play. Midway through the game, I was feeling a little sleepy and felt like I had a fever or flu like thing. So I decided to come back home at around 9:30. 

When I entered the house I didn't see anyone on the ground level. I thought maybe mom was still sleeping and Parvati was cleaning the first floor. As I was feeling lonely I decided to go to my room, take a shower and rest for a while. 

My room is one the farther end of the first floor so I have to pass by my parents' bedroom first before reaching mine. I noticed that the door to my parents' room was left ajar. So I noticed to check in and see whether mom had waken up or not. 

As I entered her room the sight in front of me left me utterly dumbfounded. I was about to yell out mom's name when I entered the room to find if she was sleeping or in the shower. But I totally lost my voice when I saw what I saw on her bed. Lying on her bed were Mom and Parvati - the maid, completely naked and in a 69 position. Parvati was eating my mom's pussy and my mom was devouring Parvati's cunt like a bitch in heat. Both women were moaning and groaning. Then suddenly in a matter of a few seconds they started groaning louder and louder. I realised that I was witnessing both of them climaxing at the same time.

I was so shocked and confused at this point of time I didn't know what to think and what to make of the images that were in front of me. Should I shout at them and demand an explanation? Should I call dad? Or should I just stand there and watch? The last option seemed to be the better one because by that point of time I was gradually beginning to like what I saw in front of me. I have always been a fan of lesbian porn and here right in front of me were two beautiful women going at each other pussies in a mad frenzy of lust. 

My cock was as hard as it could get by now. 

Suddenly, Parvati caught a glimpse of me standing on the door and screamed. My mom got startled on hearing the scream and looked in my direction. She could not say a word but immediately pulled at her towel to cover her naked body. Parvati grabbed another towel that was lying on the side table next to the bed and tried to cover herself.

Both women kept looking at me and I kept looking at the both of them. From the looks on their faces it appeared that neither one of them had an idea as to how to talk to me about what I had just witnessed.

I decided to break the silence and asked "Mom, what is going on? What is the meaning of all this?"

Mom looked down and clearly felt ashamed at what she had been doing.

I asked again in a higher pitch "Mom, I am talking to you. What is going on over here?"

Sensing that mom was too ashamed to speak out Parvati said referring to me by my nickname "Baba, please don't be angry. Just give us a chance to explain everything."

I nodded signalling her to speak.

"Baba, you know that your dad is away from the house for almost the entire month. Your mom has been feeling lonely without your dad ever since he started touring so much. She knows he means well for everyone but his absence for so long makes your mom feel lonely."

"Whats that got to do with all this?", I said.

"Well Baba, you know that everyone has some needs that they need to fulfill. Your dad's absence leaves all these needs unfulfillfed. Your mom needs someone she can talk to and someone she can share her thoughts and feelings with. She also needs to fulfill the needs of her body which include sexual desires." she said.

"So you mean to say that you and mom share everything with each other including your bodies?", I retorted in a puzzled state of mind.

"Yes Baba, we do that. And both of us are happier this way." said Parvati.

I was shocked. I was confused. But above all, I felt turned on by all this in a sick and perverse way. But I didn't know what to do next.

Just then, mom pulled up the courage to look at me and said something.

"Look Sahil, I understand that is difficult for you to understand and digest mentally but what Parvati said is true. We like being in each other's company. She has no one else in this world and since your dad started travelling I feel that I only have her. You are at your college all day and are busy in your own life. That leaves me only with her and I like her company. I did not want you to know all this in this fashion but it was sooner or later going to come in your knowledge." Mom said.

"But mom, does that mean you are a lesbian?" I said, still more confused.

"No, I am not a lesbian. I still like the feeling of a cock inside me but since I don't want to cheat on your dad with another man. Your dad loves me but I still need to fulfill my needs. As it is your dad has sex with me only once a month when he is home and is relaxed. Thats not enough for a woman like me with a healthy sex appetite. I need more and Parvati fulfills my needs. I fulfill hers."

All of a sudden Parvati started grinning. Mom and I noticed her grin and asked her what was so funny. 

Parvati said referring to my mom in the traditional way of addressing her employer mistress "Memsaheb, I have a wonderful idea. Since you thurst for a cock inside you I have an option that will satisfy you and still fulfill your condition of not cheating on your husband."

"What? How do you intend to accomplish that feat?", mom asked.

"You can have Sahil Baba's cock inside you. He is a young and virile man who can't get enough jerk offs watching his dirty magazines. I've spied on him many time in his teens when he used to sit in front of his computer and jack off to dirty videos.", said Parvati.

Mom and I were shocked to hear Parvati hear this. But from the looks of mom's face I thought that she liked the idea. So did I!

Parvati came close to me and grabbed my fully erect cock through my shorts.

She grinned "Memsaheb, I think Baba is ready to fill your tank with his juice."

Mom stood up, dropped her towel and came towards me, completely naked.

I was speechless. I decided to play along with this game. Boy was I lucky. I was going to get to fuck my hot mom.

Mom grabbed my dick through my pants and let out a moan. Her beautiful tits were erect. Her pussy was shaven just like Parvati's. Her skin appeared to be radiating sexual energy. She looked like a goddess. 

She began undressing me. In a flash of an eye I stood there completely naked in front her with my 7 inch manhood saluting her naked beauty.

Mom guided me towards the bed and motioned me to lay down on my back. I complied.

She got down on her knees and gently slid her mouth on cock and in an instant swallowed it to the base. I gyrated as a wave of pleasure spread from the top of my spine right towards the edge of body. She began licking the tip of my circumcised penis in a nice rhythm making me moan with ecstacy. The feeling of my mature mom's tongue encircled around my virgin penis cannot be described in words. It is something that only the truly fortunate can experience.

My mom bobbed her head up and down on my shaft making me moan like crazy. I was gradually begin to tense up and realized I was about to cum. 

"Mom, I am gonna cum", I warned

But kept on going at it harder and harder on my dick. I couldn't hold it any longer and felt a wave of pleasure engulf me as I spurted wad after wad in my mom's mouth. My mom hungrily gulped down every last drop.

"I am not going to let you go so easily son. I need some of that cream of yours inside my belly." mom said.

She stood up immediately and kissed me. Our tongues twirled around each other as I felt the breath of my cum drenched mom mixing with mine. It was such a turn on that I became hard once again. 

My mom felt my erection against her thigh and assumed the cowgirl position. She guided my dick right up her pussy. It was unbelievable experience. The pleasure of losing your virginity to one's own mother is disgusting yet so pleasurable. The sheer taboo of it made my spine shudder. 

Mom started bouncing up and down on my shaft as her tits bounced beautifully with each bounce. I got up from my waist and sucked her tits. 

Mom was calling out my name and groaning at the same time. I could tell from her face that she too was enjoying this taboo. I too was groaning "OH MOM, OH MOM, THIS IS AWESOME. FUCCKKK... FUCKKK.. FUCCKK YOU MOTHER... I LOVE YOU... THIS IS SO GREAT". 

It was a good thing that I had cummed a while earlier. This helped me work on mom for a lot longer than what most virgins can expect their first time out. 

This wild fuck session lasted for around ten minutes before I splashed my virgin load in her pussy. Mom screamed and climaxed roughly at the same time with me. It was fantastic.

We both lay in each other's arms for a while before both of us realized that Parvati was filming both of us on her camera phone and masturbating watching us perform the taboo act.

She stopped recording and came over towards her and the three of us kissed each other very passionately. 

"Thank you for bringing us mother and son so close together." I told Parvati with a smile.

Parvati reciprocated with a smile and signalled mom to get off me.

She took mom's place and climbed on top of me in the cowgirl position. My dick was hard yet again to my surprise. She fucked me very wildly. She treated me like a rag doll as she fucked me. She dug her nails on my shoulder as she wildly gyrated during her orgasm. I came soon after her.

We lay there in each other's arms all naked and sweaty, a happy family assured of many more such happy moments to come in the future.

Boy, Life was Good!!!!



Doing Mom Ch. 02



My son Gus really loved what has been going on between us lately and frankly I love it as well. Gus loves the way I dress for work, I wear skirts and blouses and low pumps in either black patent or spectators which are black patent at the heels and toes and white between and yes nylons with the black seem running up the back of the legs.

One day when I got home fom work I saw my son Gussy dressed as I dress, a skirt; blouse; and nylons; and my heels which he seemed to have learned to walk in, and rather well. He had a pair of my silver half-square reading glasses hanging across his boobs which was simply a bra stuffed with socks and from who knows where a wig that looks the way I wear my hair and I had to admit to myself I was quite pleased my son had a desire to look like his mom.

I felt bad he is a son with no brothers or sisters and that is probably why I allow him or not get angry about cross dressing and I know that guys will take care of their needs but never thought of them doing that dressed as their mom.

Gus has never gotten into trouble, he works over at the Barrowsville Bleachery in Norton and his two hobbies are baseball and ham radio, well looking like his mom seems to be his new hobby and I suspect cross dressing will be with him for quite some time.

I was thinking about Gus one day at work and thought I would encourage him to dress as his mom, which he loves doing and what is quite interesting is that once I started to talk to Gus and have a few meals with him, he became much more helpfull around the house, really!

The kitchen never had a sink full of dishes, the floor was washed, furniture polished. I mean damn, I would come home and the house would be looking great, clean and orderly.

One day after work I went shopping and bought a few skirts in Gussy's size as well as blouses the style I wear, my heels fit him well and he liked that style.

I was getting wet thinking of the things my son and I would do during the week-end, I wanted him and I knew he wanted me. Not just to do me but he wanted the foreplay that went along with loving a woman, what I had no idea was is he wanted us to shower together and I thought that was great, In some ways Gussy is say ten years older maybe like in his forties, I mean it is one thing for a son to want his mother but to be so passionate about it is something else.

As I shopped I bought myself some black lacey panties and a black garter belt to hold up my nylon stockings with the black seem running down the back of the legs, same for Gussy. I also bought a pair of patent black stiletto's and those would blow his mind.

I fixed a nice supper that Friday night as the house looked so nice and laundery was washed;dried;folded and put where it belonged. 

"What's in the bags mom?"

"You'll find out after supper, dear."

He had matured nicely, he did not go snooping or try to find out. He knew he would know sooner than later and after we ate I said,"Let's take a nice shower."

"O.k. Mom, I like that idea.

So we are in the shower and he takes a face cloth and puts my favorite soap on it and washed my breasts as he stands there with his cock the size of a flagpole sticking out horizontal and I wrapped my hand around it but could not get my fingers all around it and Gus looked at me like This is so nice and it was. He washed me up very nicely and lovingly, maybe the whole idea of doing my son is wrong and perverted but damn, he loves me more than that useless bastard who walked out on me only to get a piece of tail seven years younger. Never once did he offer to shower together.

We finished showering and he had me on the bed, drying me up and powdered under my tits and where my bit of belly hung over my legs.

"You should put powder here mom, so your skin moves smoothly over skin and it will feel nice too."

That is true but how does he know that.

"Well Gussy, you have been wonderful to be with and I have done a bit of shopping. First let me say,' I am pleased you love dressing as I dress, obviously you have great sense in woman's style and it seems you really love older ladies, I think that you would have no trouble with a lady who is say thirty years older than you."

"So you know about that. . . mom?"

"Know what Gussy?"

"That a few of the ladies over at the bleachery, that I get along with them, more than nicely?"

"No I did not know but if they are nice or very nice to you it only means you are very nice to them, I have no trouble with that at all, Gussy."

"Here is what I bought for you and I gave him the bags and my was he pleased. I dressed him up with the nylons and garter belt;slip;panties skirt and blouse. Go get a pair of half-glasses with beaded neck chain Gus."

Gus was looking 'HOT' a black skirt and white blouse with ruffled Vneck, nylons with the seems, that wig, heels in in patent black he found in the closet that he got to look brand new, ear rings too. I was very proud of the way my son depicts a woman. There is a lot of love here. I read articles of guys who cross dress and look like "Tarts" or "hookers. Gussy dressed as a woman of substance and that spoke well of him. I was wet thinking about what we would be doing.

"So Gussy, like moms new heels?" Oh they sparkled all right and I could see the lust in Guss's eyes.

"How about my nylons?" and I lifted my skirt so he could see my garter belt.

"Oh mom, the things I want to do." 

His voice was dripping with sex. 

"I know dear, that is what I want you to do. I know you are in love with me and how I dress and many times at work I think about it and it gets me all squishy down there and I love how you make me feel so womanly. Yes I am your mom, but also a woman who knows has her needs."

"Gussy, we have the whole evening and week-end together. I was supposed to have worked tomorrow but I swapped it out for alternating Saturdays and of course no Sunday's."

I laid upon the bed and Gus got on top and opened my blouse and removed my tits from the bra and with the beads of my new round glasses began to run them past my nipples making them quiver. Then he took my new glasses and rubbed them over my nipples and realised they are new and he likes them.

"When did you get these mom? and why?"

"Well Gus, I needed to see more and quicker so these let me see more than half-glasses but when I am home, I'll wear the half-glasses style you like so much."

"I could get to like these too, Mom."

"O.K I will let you do things with them."

He went back to rubbing those smooth cool glasses he would find himself loving, over my nipples and feelings of love,joy and sex were radiating from my size 40D tits down to my garden. I am a woman who is so totally being turned on by my lover and yes I love it.

"Do that down there Gus."

So he took my round glasses and beads and touched them all over my labia and ran the small pearl beaded chain over my labia too I was npw thrashing around and bucking,Oh GAWD what a lover Gus is! Where in hell'd he learn these things?" 

Where he learned them was not important, what is, is that he knows what to do down there and he knows what to do with my tits. Damn, I can respect Gussy for this and I know we will get a lot closer.

By now I wanted my son in me way into me and I started to touch him down there.

"Lets sit up for a few Gus, I need to do something."

So we sat up and I took that new pair of round glasses and wrapped its beaded neck chain round my sons cock and stroked his balls with my new reading glasses.

"Oh Mom, I see you really want me to like these."

"Yes I do and I want you hard when you get into me."

A few minutes later my son was harder than rebar, Those heavy rods of iron or steel used to put more strength in concrete.

I was now wearing that large round pair of glasses as my son came into me and the way he looked at me was so full of love, and I said to myself, said to myself, "I love his fetishes."

"Do me slow Gus, I want to enjoy this."

And he did me nice and slow, I could smell his sex and feel his strength. He is all guy but dressed as me he was also harder than a rock, and that is just what I needed. He looked sexy in a skirt and blouse with heels, wearing my silver half-round glasses with the small purple beads.

I pulled him into me, my legs over his back with my patent black stiletto's digging into him, later I would jerk him off with my new heels and have him cum those new round glasses he was liking and I love that he loves his moms things. 

"Faster, harder Gus, do Mom really good now." I said between some heavy breathing. I could feel him in me with a cock that would make my X-husband envious. 

Just because he was a big prick, did not mean he had one. 

My dear old pussy has not seen this much action in a while, she was being beat upon like a hurricane wall being battered by a boiling and quite angry sea and I am loving every minute of this. Then after hours of being pounded, that hurricane wall crashed to the ground as my son shot his cum way up into his mothers warm and loving pussy, and Damn it was probably the best orgasm I have had in quite a while. I could get used to this.

Holeee Crumins, what a mother needs from time to time to get back into sync with the hum drum of everyday living. I mean what an attitude adjuster a great lay is.

I would not have to hang out at bars looking for something from a guy I knew nothing about, probably he would get his needs filled an roll over and snore, Not with me.

"Oh Mom, Damn that was so good, how do ya feel now?"

"Like a million dollars an no tax! what a lover, where in hell did you learn the things you did to your mom?"

"Here, there and everywhere, than I think about you and wonder what you would really like to have done and thanks so much for the skirts and blouses and nylons."

We got washed up abit and went down to eat, as we both had a serious case of the munchies, mom picked up a few roast beef subs with cheese black olives and mushrooms and I had some ber in the fridge. 

We slept together that night and the next morning woke up feeling totally grand. 

"Run over to the waffle house and pick me up a few breakfast sandwiches on wheat, sausage egg an cheese and bacon,egg an cheese and get what you want too."

Mom was putting up coffee as I headed out to get the sandwiches.

We sat at the kitchen table with the afterglow of last night and I was so loving moms company. 

"Meet me in the bedroom in five minutes," said Mom.

My eyes were glued to the clock on the wall, in five minutes I headed to mom's bedroom.

There sat Mom on her bed with a black lacey bra on and her new black patent heels as well as various pairs of her half-glasses. She had her new stiletto's on the bed and I saw they had ankle straps. 

"Mom, these are fuck-me pumps."

"Are they now?" she said as she looked at me over the tops of her half-glasses.

Mom, I really like these half-moon glasses.

"Why do you call them half-moons. . .Gussy?"

"Actually, these are sold as 'half-moons style' reading glasses on the internet."

Mom started to jerk me off as she lovingly stroked my balls with her new new large round glasses with the beads wrapped round my cock.

The smoothness and coolness of her glasses felt great on my balls as I saw the reflections of a candle in her silver half-glasses with the purple beads softly swaying. 

Mom was ready as I came, rope after rope of thick white cum all over her new large round glasses. She kept miling my cock to get every last drop and her glasses were covered with the stuff she so loves. She licked those glasses clean, looked at me lovingly and smiled.

Later that day mom called me back to her bedroom, she was wearing a bra and panties as well as her sparkling black fuck-me pumps.

"Sit here Gussy."

She took her silver half-glasses and wrapped the purple beads round my cock. Mom was now on her belly with her new large round glasses at the end of her nose with the small pearl beads hanging from them and as before a candle burning had its reflection in the sexy round glasses and with moms lips round my cock and her hand stroking my balls with her silver half-glasses.

I loved seeing moms head bobbing up and down as she sucked my cock, the reflection of that candle burning in her large round glasses is so erotic.

I came like I never came before and mom lost not a drop of that man sauce.

When she was done, we held each other for a while then took a nap together.

The 

 End. 

This story is for you Molly, thankyou so much for your comments on my other stories

 Raymond




Doing Mom



So, for the next two hours, we turned her every which way but loose. She got kissed, licked, sucked and poked in all three openings, and in every position we could work out. 

After I sucked her to an orgasm, with her standing on one foot, her other leg over my shoulder, we bent her over on two feet and Tim probed her pussy while she sucked my hard cock. That orgasm made her knees buckle, so we put her on the bed and turned her through 360 degrees, from on her back to one side, to her on top to the other side to back on her back, poking her holes in rotation. She had so many orgasms no one could count, and Tim and I took turns and had two or three each, ourselves. 

Mom kept squealing and moaning, "Good, ... good... oh, good... so good... damn, good.... um, good... yeah,...yeah... good..." About 4:00, there was a break in the action, and Mom gathered up her clothes and went to take a shower. Tim and I lay, winded, wearing huge ear-to-ear grins. Soon we went to shower, also, and came back to find Mom in the kitchen starting dinner. We went outside, cleaned and put away the mower and tools, and just sat - drinking in the day, watching the pool drain. Dad came home at 6:00, as usual, complimented us on the yard work, we had dinner, Tim and I volunteered to wash the dishes, so Mom & Dad could "talk", they watched TV awhile and ambled upstairs arm-in-arm, his hand on her butt, hers on his.

"Damn, she's insatiable," whispered Tim, "we've created a nymphomaniac." We watched some TV, had a couple of beers, and wandered off to bed, too, tired from the day's activities. The familiar thump-thump-thump was coming from their room.

Wednesday, we all got up, had breakfast, and Dad went off to work. The pool had finished draining, so Tim and I scrubbed it out with a mix of chlorine bleach and muratic acid, wearing rubber boots and gloves and face-masks and goggles, looking like a couple of space-men in those suits, and rinsed off the residue. We put in a hard 4 hours scrubbing before we got the rinsing done, and started the pool filling. After rinsing off the outfits, we both went for showers, and Mom fixed sandwiches 'n soup for lunch.

She was wearing a pink shirt-'n-skirt outfit, similar to yesterdays. This was to be her "uniform" for the summer, with shorts outfits interspersed. Again, she was wearing no underwear...! After we ate, she walked up to Tim, and had him pull his chair at an angle to the table, so she could straddle his legs and sit down, pushing her big tits into his chest and kissing him wetly. She rubbed her butt against his dick and it sprang into erection. She fumbled with his zips, got his cock out, and sunk her hot twat onto it, slowly. "AAaaahhhhhh...." they both groaned. Then she bounced up and down until she had an orgasm, squealing & squirming, and was trying to get up when Tim pulled her back down and bounced her some more until he shot off, too. She looked at me with wide eyes, but got up and went upstairs.

Tim was scraping some paint off the garage, and I was changing the oil in Mom's car, laying on my back, head and shoulders under the car, undoing the drain plug, when Mom walked out, straddled my hips, and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I raised up to see what was happening, and whacked my forehead on the frame, of course. I cursed, and Mom asked if I was alright. When I said, "Yes,", she giggled, "You shouldn't try to stand up under a car." 

"Yeah, Mom." Then she gave my dick a few strokes to get it hard, and eased her incredibly hot and wet twat down onto it and started bouncing. I was a prisoner! There was nothing I could do until she got through. She jerked and squealed, and I felt her stand up and leave... leaving my hard cock waving in the breeze! Damn prick tease! 

I followed her into the house and washed my greasy hands in the kitchen sink, when she slipped up behind me, reached around and grabbed my boner in her tiny fist. I turned and she glued her hot body to mine and her lips to my mouth. I picked her up by her bubble butt and she wrapped her arms and legs around me, sliding my prick into her hot slit, and started bouncing. Her huge tits rubbed up and down my chest. I was in heaven! I stood, pumping her body up and down, until I shot a load into her hot box. She squealed and groaned along with me. 

After we got our breath back, I sat her down. "Your sister, Samantha, will be here tomorrow," Mom said, bright-eyed, "and she's bringing little Samuel." I told you my family has no imagination. "Samuel" was the best they could come up with to name their kid? Anyway, he was Samuel III ... but everybody just called him "Spud". He was a cute little Spud, chubby and cute and loving, totally trusting, for one a year old. He was crawling last time I'd seen him, and probably pulling up and walking by now. He was so active, he was a handful. "So, we're going to have to ease off on all this for awhile, they'll be here until Monday, and Sami is coming in Saturday and will be here until Wednesday, " she finished. I nodded. However, I nailed her (she nailed me?) twice more that afternoon, once again in the garage, and once in the utility room, and I know Tim fucked her a couple of times, also. 

We did the "Dad home at 6, dinner & TV then off to bed" routine. It was quiet in my folk's room that night. We left the pool filling up overnight.

Thursday morning, we had breakfast and waved goodbye to Dad. Mom was animated about seeing Samantha and Spud. She called that morning, saying they were leaving and on their way driving down. My brother wasn't coming with them, Mom said, and they'd be driving most of the day, expecting to get here at 2:00 p.m. She was going on about something wrong with Samantha, but she didn't know what. Tim & I looked at each other... not till 2:00? I walked up behind Mom and pressed against her back. She looked over her shoulder at me as I reached for the tail of her nightgown, but didn't say anything. I pulled it up and off over her head, leaving her naked, pulled out my already-hard dick, pulled her hips back from the counter, bent my knees and slipped my dick in her hot, wet pussy. She squealed, "eeee... eeee... eeee... "With each hump, and twisted her butt in circles as I put the wood to her good. I was grasping and squeezing her great tits and pumping away. She was squealing, "Oh... oh... oh... good... good... oh, good... so good.... uh, uh, uh..." as she had an orgasm, and then I did, too. 

I kissed her neck, and Tim stepped up and took my place as I pulled out, sliding his boner right back in and beginning to thrust. Mom continued the squealing, until she had another orgasm, and Tim dumped his load. We both kissed her luscious lips, gave her tits and butt-cheeks another squeeze, and went out to check on the pool. It was almost full. We washed off the patio furniture we dragged from storage, set everything up, rinsed off the decking, and the pool finished filling, we checked the chemical level and added some chlorine. We were tempted to go swimming, but damn, that just-filled water was cold! We went in for lunch, Mom was wearing a green top-'n-skirt outfit, but with underwear today. We were finishing off the sandwiches when Tim got "that look" on his face. "We might not have a chance to get together this week," he mused, "with all the company around, and me staying at home." With that, he picked mom up and laid her on the table, with her head on one edge and her butt on the other. She protested mildly, but didn't fight as Tim pulled her legs up so her toes were pointed at the ceiling and pulled off her panties. She sighed as he twiddled her clit for a minute, then fitted his already-hard cock to her pussy lips. He slid in-and-out a few times, and she was already creaming on his cock when I pulled her head off the edge of the table and offered my cock to her pouty lips. She sucked it in, and was soon humming along with Tim's strokes into her pussy. We changed places a couple of times, and Tim and I both fucked her good, came in her hot twat, then let her suck us back to hard again while the other pumped her pussy. She never seemed to get enough cock.

A little after 2:00, when we heard a car pull up in the drive. It was Samantha. We went out to help her carry in the baby, baby-stuff, and luggage. 

Sam looked beat to a frazzle. She was wearing an old oversize sweat-suit, with stains all over, her hair had been cut short and was sticking out in all directions, she'd obviously been crying, and Spud was fussing. We each gave her a hug, Mom took control of Spud and calmed him down, Tim & I sent them on ahead and gathered up the baby-stuff and luggage and carried it in the house (it took three trips) and up to Samantha's old bedroom. We set up the baby-bed/playpen/jail for Spud and went back downstairs. Spud was excited and happy, trying to walk and get into everything, while Sam sat with her head on Mom's shoulder, bawling. Tim and I took Spud outdoors, with a promise to keep him out of the swimming pool, of course, and we played chase games with him for an hour or so. Mom came out and sat, watching us play. I asked where Sam was, and Mom said she'd sent her up to take a nap, as she was just worn out.

Mom told us Samantha's husband had moved out, was living in another apartment, and Sam and he were talking divorce. So, Samantha was being a single Mom, working a job, caring for a baby, and she was tired. She vaguely said they were having "marital problems", which, in Mom's parlance, probably meant sex problems. She didn't say anything more, except she was going to let her sleep as much as possible. So we all played with Spud until time to fix dinner, and Tim & I played with him until Dad got home, (a half-hour early, to see his grandson! Wow! I don't remember the last time Dad left work early) 

When dinner was ready we all went in, and Mom went upstairs and brought down Samantha. She looked a little more rested, but still pretty frazzled. She'd washed her face and brushed her hair, but needed a shower, hair wash, and change of clothes. She was pretty subdued, but tried to join the conversation. Spud wasn't wanting to eat baby food, and Sam took him out of his highchair and lifted the hem of her sweatshirt and stuck him up under it, after fumbling with her nursing bra, and he began sucking noisily. "Uuuhhhhh... that feels good," she moaned, "they get so full they hurt from all the pressure." 

I got an erection. Yeah, yeah, I know... oink, oink. Hey, so I'm a tit - pig, OK? I admit it. But you couldn't see a thing...everything was done out of sight under the sweatshirt. (aaw) It became obvious that some of the stains on it were baby-food and dried breast milk. We went on eating and talking, and Sam fumbled awhile and transferred Spud to her other breast, and he apparently emptied them both and fell fast asleep. Mom sent them both upstairs to bed, insisting that we would have plenty of time together, and that Samantha needed some rest. We talked a little about Spud, and Sam, and the separation from her husband, (the pig!)watched TV, and wandered off to bed.

Friday morning, up and saw Dad off, had breakfast, Mom dressed in a blue top-'n-skirt outfit... with underwear. She was worried-looking, and kinda quiet. Sam & Spud were still upstairs. We sat, drinking coffee, and I asked Mom what was bothering her. She sighed, looking at the table. "I've been a bad mother," she whispered, "I've made a lot of mistakes with my girls." I pooh-poohed that, told her we all knew she loved us and did her best for us, and asked what she was talking about. "Well," she softly replied, "first, I didn't teach them about birth control, and they both got pregnant too young... like I did; then, I taught them the way I was brought up, that "nice girls" don't do some things..." 

Tim and I both knew immediately what she was talking about, even though Mom couldn't bring herself to say them out loud. "Like all the things you thought were dirty and disgusting up until last Friday?" asked Tim. 

She nodded, "Like all the things which bring so much joy in your sex life," she whispered, "Samantha's husband called her a prude and moved out because she ... um... wouldn't ... do... things." 

"You mean things like we've been doing all week." I said. It wasn't a question. 

"Yessss..," she sighed. "Like that." She abruptly got up and went upstairs. She was back down in a few minutes, carrying Spud, who was giggling, cheerful and happy. Sam had already nursed him, but Mom made some baby-cereal and opened some fruit, and Spud made the usual baby-mess, getting as much in his hair as in his mouth, but babbling and giggling, having a great time. Mom took Spud upstairs for a bath, while Tim and I cleaned up the mess and loaded the dishwasher. 

"Good morning," we heard, and turned. Booiiiiinnnngggg! Instant hard-on! Samantha had come into the kitchen. She was barefoot, long slim curvy legs leading up to a pair of white short-shorts that looked painted on, a bare slim-trim midthrift, topped by a white half-tee shirt tight enough to see the openings in her nursing bra. Above her long slim neck, her face was relaxed, luscious full lips parted, complexion glowing, big eyes a little sleepy-looking. Her short hair had been washed and brushed, and gleamed softly. She was a wet-dream walking! She looked like a slimmer, younger, short-haired version of her mother. Gorgeous!

We both just stared, until she grew uncomfortable. "Is something wrong?" she asked. 

"No, no," Tim & I stumbled all over ourselves, "everything's just fine! We're glad to see you...looks like you had a good sleep? Can we get you some breakfast? Eggs? Toast? How about some coffee? Juice?" I think I even held a chair for her at the table. She giggled as she sat down. 

"Damn, you look good!" I fumbled. Tim joined in with remarks about how pretty she looked, as she continued to giggle and blush. 

"Thank you," she murmured, "that's sweet." We bustled around getting her coffee, juice, eggs & toast, and she sat smiling and commenting on how we both looked so grown-up. (She is a year older) We talked about this and that, how we were doing in school, how Spud was doing, how her job was going, etc. She asked about Tim and mine's girlfriends (no one steady), and how great it was for us to be home for the summer, etc. etc. We avoided the subject of Bob, her husband. Tim and I mostly stared, noticing her little mannerisms, delicate way she ate and drank, and of course her slim thighs, firm bubble-butt, slim waist and huge ta-tas. Gawd! This is my sister? Jesus! Whooooeeeee! She apologized for being so grungy looking, tired and depressed the day before, and we told her we didn't even notice.

"Thank you, guys," she murmured, "you make me feel like a queen. I haven't felt that way in a long time." 

She went upstairs to check on Spud, Tim & I finished cleaning up, and went out to sit by the pool. Pretty soon Mom and Sam brought Spud out to play, and we sat talking as he sped around the back yard like a little speed demon, sometimes on hands & knees, sometimes toddling, trying to see and get into everything. We took turns trying to keep up with him. I could see why Sam was so tired. All this, and a job, too. Sam yawned and stretched, and Mom noticed. She talked her into going upstairs for a nap, telling her we'd take care of Spud. She also convinced her to use the breast pump she'd brought along and pump a couple of bottles of grade A, saying we'd feed Spud and let her sleep longer. She came back downstairs and put the milk in the fridge and went back up to nap. 

It was inevitable that Spud should decide the pool needed investigating, and he took off full speed for it. He never slowed down, the kid was fearless, and went full-tilt into the still-cold water, with Tim and me right behind him. He came up gasping, but bobbed to the surface, babbling and kicking, before we got to him. Damn! That water was still cold! He was so buoyant we just kinda half-supported him, and toured the short end of the pool for awhile, Spud kicking and babbling happily. 

Mom screamed in horror when he first plunged in, but was soon laughing so hard I thought she'd choke. Spud had a great time, like he always did. Well, if my Momma had a set of hooters like that, I'd be a happy child, too. Wait a minute! She did! She does! And I AM a happy child, too! Spud was still pink, (I guess it was the baby-fat) but Tim and I were turning blue so we took turns getting out and warming in the sun then relieving the other in the pool, until Spud was worn out, finally, about noon. We took him in, changed his diaper, fed him a warm bottle and some warm baby food, and tucked him in for a nap. 

We had a light lunch and talked for awhile. Sam came down about 2:00 with a couple more bottles of grade A, which she put in the fridge. She explained that she had to pump her breasts every few hours since Spud wasn't nursing every couple of hours like he had at the beginning, or her breasts got very tender from the pressure build-up. We sat talking and reminiscing about our childhoods, family events, world events, and the state of the universe, when Mom came up with a suggestion. She suggested that Sam, Tim and I go out for the evening, leaving Spud with his grandma. 

Tim & I looked at each other. He had that curious look, again. Mom was very insistent with Sam, convincing her she needed a nice evening out, that she could pump enough breast milk to leave for Spud, and that she and grandpa didn't get to spend enough time with their first grand-child. Tim and I agreed. Here it was Friday night, and we needed a night on the town. TGIF! Party night! We pressed Samantha to go along. She gave in. "Oh, that sounds like so much fun! I haven't been out someplace nice since Spud was born!" she squealed. She's her mother's daughter, I thought. 

Mom was talking about places to eat, get a drink, do some dancing, and made a big point of the movie showing at the drive-in that weekend. She looked straight at Tim and me as she emphasized this. Tim and I stared back, then at Sam, then each other. Damn! It was clear what Mom had planned... She wanted us to "educate" Sam like we had her! She was giving her approval for us to fuck, suck, and do nasty things to my gorgeous sister! 

Then Spud was yelling from upstairs, and we brought him down, changed his diaper, (baby's job = play, eat, sleep, defecate) We took turns playing with Spud until almost time for Dad to come home. Sam went upstairs and returned with more Grade A, then she, Tim & I all went upstairs to get ready for our big night. Tim & I showered, duded up in shirt, tie & sports-coats, and went back downstairs. 

Mom whispered, "Sam's on birth control pills. She has been ever since Spud was 6 weeks old." I looked her in the eye and she blushed. Tim packed a couple of bottles of wine into his cooler in the van, one I recognized as the wine/clear alcohol mix he'd used on Mom. 

When Samantha came downstairs, we had to shove our eyeballs back in our heads. Sam was wearing a red knit mini-dress that was too tight over her giant titties (she looked even bigger than Mom) and showed off her twisty bubble-butt and slim legs to great advantage. Her tiny feet (shades of her mother) were encased in spike high-heels, with a strap around the ankle. Holy shit! Tim and I both let out wolf-whistles, and she blushed, "You don't think this is too much, do you," she asked. 

"Just perfect," Mom broke in, "you look great." Tim and I agreed, effusively. 

"My, don't my two escorts look handsome," Sam gurgled, "I'd never believe you were my little brother and cousin." "Well, then, pretend we're not," I said. 

We left shortly after that, with Mom pressing some cash in my hand as I pecked her good-night, and went to a good steak house, where we got stuck in the bar because of crowding and had to wait about 30 minutes for a table. "I haven't had a drink since I got pregnant," said Sam, so Tim and I ordered up and drank down a couple in quick order, and so did Sam, having first a daiquiri, then a margarita. We had two bottles of wine with dinner, then returned to the bar, where a small band was playing and they had a dance floor. We had another drink, and Tim asked Sam to dance. Every eye in the place was on Sam as they took the floor, the men all lustful (I saw one guy get punched on the shoulder by his girlfriend for staring) and the women all jealous. Sam danced like Mom, all wiggles and bobbles and bounces. They danced a couple of fast dances, and came back to the table. "Whew, it's warm in here," said Sam, drinking thirstily. Tim ordered another as I took her hand. 




Doing Mom



"Dance with little brother?" I asked. 

"No, but I'll dance with my handsome escort," Sam giggled. Sam was again the center of attention, and I was feeling very proud of my gorgeous date. We danced two dances, then made our way back to the table. We sat, and quickly the drinks were gone. 

"It's getting dark outside," said Tim, "we'd better get going to the drive-in if we're going to see that movie Mom suggested." Sam was feeling no pain, and ready to go along with anything we suggested. 

As we got ready to leave, it became obvious Sam was aware of the stares she was getting. "Let's give them something to stare at," she whispered, as she pulled my hand on one side and Tim's on the other to rest on her butt. She walked out between us, with an exaggerated Marilyn Monroe type of butt-wiggling strut. She giggled all the way out to the van. "I haven't had so much fun in a long time," she giggled.

When we arrived at the drive-in, my smooth-talking cousin got Sam to sit on the couch in the van between us, and Tim poured us each a glass of wine. Sam's skirt lifted nearly to her panties as she crossed her legs. What a set of gams! The movie started with a screen-wide picture of a woman's face, sucking a huge cock. Samantha froze, staring at the screen. "Wha... what ... where... where have you brought me," she quavered, "ooooooooo... that's nasty!" The camera pulled back to show the couple in a 69, with him licking her pussy as she tried to deep-throat him. "OOOooooooo... god! That's.... depraved," Sam gasped, "how ... naughty." 

She took a big nervous gulp of wine, her eyes frozen on the scene onscreen. Tim refilled her glass, with the wine/everclear mixture, I noticed. Sam took another drink, not noticing the mix. 

"Naughty, maybe, but not all that depraved," Tim responded, "some of the women I know think it's better than a hard cock." Sam flushed beet red, almost the color of her dress in the semi-dark.

"You mean you've never had anyone give you head?" I asked. 

"NNnnnnoooo... no!" Sam responded, "Bob tried a couple of times, but I wouldn't let him...(Bob was her husband).

"You mean to say you've never given a blow job?" Tim persisted. 

"NO! Noooo... that's nasty," Sam gasped, "I .. I.. couldn't put that ... that...thing in my mouth..." 

"Well, she certainly seems to like it," Tim countered. 

The girl onscreen was giving the lucky guy a real hummer, moaning and humming around his huge cock. "UUUUuuummmm.... uuuhhhhhhh... aaahhhhh... um, um, um," she hummed as she sucked and jerked on his hard rod. Then her hips jerked a couple of times, and she had a massive orgasm, squealing and twisting her hips. When she came down from her cum, she lay back with a satisfied smile. "That .... was... marvelous!" she gasped.

Sam drank down her wine-mix, and Tim refilled her glass. She was transfixed on the screen as the girl straddled the man's hips and bent down to give him a long wet kiss. Tim reached over and took Sam's glass, sat it down in a cup-holder, then leaned over and kissed her. 

She gasped, and her eyes got wide for a second, then her full, luscious lips parted and she kissed him back. The kiss was long, and then Sam pulled back. "I... I... we... um... we can't ... can't be doing this..." she gasped, short of breath. 

I turned her head toward me and pressed my lips against hers, firmly. She kind of gurgled, and her lips parted to let my tongue inside, where her tongue jousted with mine. I was nibbling on her full bottom lip when she pulled back, looking confused. Tim turned her back to him, and kissed her, long and soft, again. Her arms went around his neck, and she pulled him closer, her lips and tongue working against his. My sister is one HOT babe! I saw Tim's hand slide from her waist to cover one big boob, and he gently rubbed. When he squeezed, though, Sam gasped, "Ouch! Ow! Oh! Damn that's tender!" and pulled back. There was a wet spot on her dress. "Oh, sorry, guys, we've got to go home. I guess the tight dress has made the twins extra sensitive, and they're full. The pressure makes them really tender. I need to use the breast pump." 

"Aw, we can't go yet," said Tim, "the movie's just getting started, and we're having such a good time..."

"Yeah," I agreed, "you don't need a breast pump, anyhow, we can relieve the pressure for you."

"You mean... oh, no... That's nasty," Sam responded.

"Not nasty," I persisted, "Spud does it five or six times a day, there's nothing nasty about it." 

"That's different...." she began... then trailed off, not knowing what to say. 

I kissed her again, and after a moment, she responded. I undid the hook at the neck of her dress and pulled the zipper down. Tim was right behind me, and as I pulled her dress off her shoulders, her bra straps came with it, and slid down her arms. I leaned back, and we pulled her arms out of the dress. "Ummm.. We.. can't... we shouldn't.. uhhhh.." Sam gasped.

WOW! Not only was there no sag to her full mammaries, but the nipples actually pointed UP! Sam stared as I gently cupped her breast and lowered my lips to her hard nipple, surrounded by a puffy aureole, and gave it a gentle suck. Tim did the same with the other. "OOOohhhhhhhh.... that... feels... sooooooo... goooood," Sam moaned, putting her head back against the seat and rolling it back and forth. Breast milk is thinner, but sweeter than cow's milk...and DELICIOUS! I began sucking in earnest, and milk was literally squirting into my mouth. Tim and my hands met on her slim thighs, and slid up under her skirt and over her panties. They were soaked! I slid my fingers over her mons and she moaned, really loudly, "AAAAahhhhhhhh... that's marvelous... everything's... marvelous... uuuuuummmmmm..." Sam pulled our heads to her with a hand behind each, cradling us to her breasts. 

Using one hand each, Tim & I pushed her skirt up and hooked a finger in the waistband of Sam's panties. When we started pulling down, she lifted her fine bubble-butt to allow us to pull them over her hips, then sank back into the seat, bare-butt twisting. We pushed the panties to her knees and dropped them to the floor, not stopping the nursing on her hot tits for a second. Our hands slid back up to her dripping-wet pussy slit, and I slid a finger inside, gently. Her pussy was contracting and releasing. I set up a rhythm with the contractions, sucking and sliding my finger in and out, and it was soon joined by one of Tim's. Sam's gasps got louder, and her hips lifted to push against our hands. Then she stiffened, squealed, "EEEEEeeeeeeeeeee..." and had her first orgasm, as pussy juice drenched our hands. She was gasping loudly when Tim took my hand and placed it on the breast he was nursing, and slid back. I heard him fumbling with his clothes, then getting down in the floorboards. I alternated sucking one now-empty breast, then the other. Sam was whispering, "Gooood... good... sooooo.. Good... aw...good...." I felt her hips slide toward the edge of the seat, and her thighs lifted. I looked down to see Tim's head between her thighs and his tongue licking her slit. It probed inside, and Sam had a convulsion, "Uuunnnnnnn ... uhhhhhhhhh.... uuuuummmmm...." she squealed, "aaaaaahhhhhhh... oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhh good... oh... good... oh, good, oh good ... oh! Oh! Oh oh!" She had another orgasm. Damn, this girl is HOT!

Tim let her get her breath back, then whispered, "See..? NOT nasty... naughty AND nice!"

"UUUUUmmmmmmmmm... Sam groaned, "nnnniiiicccceeeeeee..." Tim motioned at me to ease her down on the couch, and he lifted one slim leg over the back of the seat. He fisted his cock and slid it into her slit, probing for the entrance to her cunt. Sam was taking little short breaths... Tim slid his hard dick into her hot twat, with a groan, and stopped when he bottomed out against her fine butt-cheeks. Sam was still panting... little short breaths. I was still suckling and fondling her gorgeous titties, and she was cupping my head to her breast. 

"Damn, you're tight!" groaned Tim, "you sure you had a baby?" 

Sam giggled, her eyes shining. 

"Oh, my god, she's milking me!" groaned Tim, "and not moving on the outside." 

Sam giggled again. "I like fucking," she whispered, "I like it a lot. I bet I can make you cum without either of us moving." 

"Maybe so," responded Tim, "but I'm gonna move anyway." With that, he withdrew his cock to the head, and plugged it back in, HARD! Sam arched her back, pushing her titties into my face, and started wiggling her butt as Tim stroked in and out. I pulled back and watched in awe. The girl is a sex machine. Tim was pumping, Sam was wriggling and thrusting, and both yelping and squirming. 

I took off my clothes. Nude, my cock hard as a rock, I leaned over and rubbed it over Sam's lips. She took my rod in her tiny fingers, looked at it, ... and licked the head! I groaned. Sam ran her tiny tongue around the head of my cock. "UUmmm.. Not bad..." she whispered, before opening her mouth and swallowing about half of it. I pulled back, then pushed it back into her tiny oral cavity, and back out. 

As I pushed in this time, I urged, "Suck it, Sam, suck!" She did. "Suck harder, Sam," I urged, and we set up a rhythm, her sucking when I pulled back, and releasing when I stroked in. Sam began humming like the girl in the long-forgotten film, "UUUmmmmmmm.... uuuuhhhhhh...... aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh...." "Oh, damn," I moaned, oh, damn, oh, goddam, oh god, oh god, oh god, ohgod, ohgod..." The sight of my cock sliding in and out of those luscious full lips into that wet, active mouth almost got me off prematurely. Sam had a sort of dreamy look on her face as she hummed and humped and sucked and twisted and squirmed, and squealed... Then Tim stiffened, and groaned, and shot his wad deep in her womb. This set Sam off, again, and she sucked even harder, humming loudly around my cock, which set me off, too, and I pumped my load in her mouth. Her eyes got big, and she tried to pull back, but I didn't let her, and she swallowed my entire load, humming happily at the end. Tim collapsed on top of Sam, I collapsed on the floor, and Sam just collapsed. We were all puffing like locomotives. 

Tim sat up after awhile, then Sam, who stretched, her titties bouncing, and drank down another glass of wine, and so did Tim and I. There was a long pause, while Sam looked thoughtful. She looked at both of us and said, "That... was... marvelous," imitating the girl in the movie, and giggled. 

"Marvelous?" Tim said, "that was fan-fuckin-tastic! I've never had a pussy suck me dry like that. Damn!" 

"Or a mouth," I added, "that sucked me so dry." 

Sam blushed, "I never thought I'd do that... or enjoy having my pussy licked... " She blushed redder. "But it really felt marvelous... and, my tits aren't sore, now." She cupped them, and rubbed them. My dick got hard again. Sam noticed. "Uummm.. little brother's hot," she said, "well, so's big sister. You want to see what Tim's talking about?" I nodded. "Get up here on your back," she instructed. I did and she straddled my hips.

She took my hard prick in her tiny hand and inserted it in her wet cunt, and slid slooooowwwly down until her butt was resting on my pelvis. Then, without moving her hips, she used her pussy muscles to massage my dick. God! It felt great! She was squeezing, then relaxing, squeezing, then relaxing. I was going out of my mind. The sensations were unbelievable. Tim watched for a minute, then was getting out a tube of ointment. I knew what it was. Sam didn't notice. It was a tube of local anesthetic and lube that Tim used to break in first-timers to anal sex. Tim motioned me to pull Sam down to me, so I grasped her titties and pulled them down against my chest and kissed her, long and soft. She continued the dick massage. Then I felt Tim insert a finger into her anus. Sam pulled back and gasped, "NNNOOOO... that's nasty! Dooonnnn't!" Tim ignored her, and I pulled her mouth back down to mine. She broke free, panting. 

I whispered, "Feels good, doesn't it?" 

She was still for a Moment, then started the dick massage again, humming in her chest, "uuuummmmmm... I guess sooooo..." Tim was working his finger around, giving the anesthetic time to work. Then, he inserted a second finger. Sam gasped, but didn't stop massaging my dick with her internal muscles as Tim slid two fingers around in her bottom awhile.

Sam was whispering, "OOooohhhh... that's sooooo naughty... ah, ah, ah.... uuuuummmmm.... oh, oh, how nasty.... oh, oh, noooo... we can't.... we musn't.... ummm..." I could see Tim fumbling with a condom with his other hand. He finally managed to get it open, and slide it over his cock, then liberally lube it with the local anesthetic. Sam was still milking my cock with her talented pussy muscles. She was kissing me frantically as I massaged her great tits against my chest, and made a little sound when Tim pulled his fingers from her ass.

Then Tim was pushing his cock against her anus and her eyes got really big. "NO! Noooooo! We... can't! NO! .. It won't fit... it's too big!" she squealed. When the head of Tim's cock popped past her sphincter, she screamed, stiffened, convulsed, jerked, had an orgasm and passed out! Her body was still having little spasms as she lay on top of me, gasping. Tim slid his cock deep inside her intestine, and we both were still, waiting. Tim and I agreed she was trying to cut off our peckers with her tight muscles... both vaginal and anal...and that she was the hottest woman we'd ever fucked. Damn, she was responsive! Sis was even hotter than Mom! What a family. Like mother, like daughter.

Sam's eyes fluttered open, and she breathed, "OH! WOW! That was intense! I never... never... felt anything like that ... God! What a sensation!" 

"And we're not through," Tim teased, giving her a good hump. He began pumping in and out, and Sam began squealing with each hump. I tried to pump, too, but with both of them on top of me, I couldn't move much. Then Sam was doing most of the moving, pumping both our cocks in and out of her taut, excited body. She was a sexual dynamo... back and forth, and 'round and 'round, her back hollowing and arching, she sped us all three toward orgasms. It lasted longer, due to our earlier cums, and got more and more intense. 

Tim and I were moaning and groaning, and Sam was crooning "Oooohhh.. oohhh... good... so goood.. huh, huh, huh, good.. ohhhh.. God... ooohhhhhh... god... oh, god, ... oooohhhhh god, oh god, oh god, soooooooo good..." I was grabbing and squeezing her bobbing boobies, and sucking them for as long as I could keep them in my mouth, which wasn't long, with Sam's moving so much. Finally, her talented pussy muscles got the better of me, and I stiffened up and shot my wad into Sam's depths. This set her off, and she squeezed down with all her muscles, which set Tim off, too. We lay there, stiff, cumming, and cumming, until we collapsed again, gasping for breath. I think we all passed out, for it was awhile before we stirred again. The movie was over and cars were leaving the drive-in. We pulled our clothes back on, with many a kiss, grope and helping hand, and drove home, with many a kiss, grope, and caress. All three of us couldn't stop giggling. We giggled our way into the house, trying to be quiet so as not to disturb anyone, shushing each other like a bunch of drunks trying to be quiet, giggled our way upstairs and to our respective beds. I collapsed and slept like the dead.

Saturday morning, I got up, Tim still asleep in his bed, took a shower, pulled on some shorts and stumbled downstairs for coffee. I had a mild hang-over. Dad & Mom were at the breakfast table, and Spud was being fed by Dad, who was doing his usual control-freak job of actually feeding a baby without making a mess. He had Spud opening his mouth for each spoonful, and carefully wiping any excess off his lips and feeding it back into his mouth. He looked like a little bird being fed by daddy bird. 

Mom was still in her robe. Her eyes were bright and she had a little smile on her face when she said, "We're letting Samantha sleep in this morning. Poor dear, she needs the rest." About that time Spud's face turned red, and he let out a huge, wet fart. (baby's job = play, eat, sleep, defecate) Dad finished feeding him and took him upstairs to change his diaper. Dad? Changing a diaper? As soon as he was gone, Mom set breakfast in front of me and whispered, "You ...must have had a good time last night?"

"The best!" I said, "Just the best." 

"And Sam enjoyed herself?" Mom persisted. 

"Every bit as much as you," I said, "a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell." Mom blushed. 

Dad came back downstairs wearing his swim trunks, and carrying Spud, who was naked. "We're going swimming." he announced. Spud was babbling, "Fim, fim, fim." They headed toward the pool. Tim stumbled downstairs after awhile, groping for some tomato juice and Worcestershire for his hangover, and large amounts of coffee. Mom went upstairs to get into her swimsuit to join Dad and Spud. Tim and I were whispering about what a great night we'd had, when we heard a soft, sleepy, "Good morning." Sam had come in.

Sam was barefoot, wearing a short wrap-around denim skirt and bright-colored blouse, stretched tight over her maternity bra. Her face was glowing, with a soft smile on her luscious full lips, and her eyes were bright and dancing. No sign of a hangover here. My sister was just plain beautiful. She tousled her short hair, put a couple of bottles of grade A she was carrying in the fridge, got a cup of coffee and joined us. 

After a couple of sips, she looked at us and softly said, "Thank you, guys. Last night was fabulous. I never imagined...." she paused...and smiled, blushing slightly, "well, I just never imagined." 

"Neither did we," I responded, "I never realized my big sister was so gorgeous." 

"Or so sexy," Tim chimed in. 

Sam blushed, "Thank you, I needed that." 

She & Tim had some breakfast, and we finished off the pot of coffee. "Well, I'm going to get into my swimsuit and join Dad and Spud," Sam said. Tim & I said we'd join her, looking forward to seeing her in a swimsuit.. They headed upstairs while I loaded the dishwasher. I turned to go upstairs as Mom entered the kitchen. 

I let out a low whistle and "Holy shit!" Mom was in a bikini. A very small bikini. Her big boobs were bouncing, tight butt-cheeks, too. 

"I'll thank you to watch your dirty mouth," Mom teased. She looked around, saw we were alone, glued her hot body to mine and gave me a quick tonsillectomy with her tongue. 

"UUUhhhhhhhh..." I moaned, grabbing her butt. She backed off. "Now, now, none of that..." she teased, and went out toward the pool, taut butt twitching exaggeratedly. 

I made my erection more comfortable and went upstairs. As I reached the top of the stairs, Samantha stuck her head out of her room and waved for me to come there. "I need some help," she said. I entered her room, and she closed, and locked, the door. 

I whistled again, with another "Holy shit!" Sam's bikini was even smaller than Mom's. 

She blushed, and said, "I'll take that as a compliment." 

I threw in an erudite "Wow!" as well. 

"I need some help," Sam repeated, as she dropped to her knees in front of me, "I need to know if this big thing really tastes as good as I thought it did last night." She pulled out my even-harder erection and looked at it critically. I stood with my mouth open. She gave it a quick lick and murmured, "HHuummmm... not bad, like I remembered..." before sucking in about half of it. 

Ever quick with a quip, I groaned, "UUuuuuhhhhhhhhh..." as she proceeded to suck and lick my hot rod. 

Sam pulled her mouth away, looking up at me with shining eyes, and muttered, "UUmmmm... even better than I remembered... it's soooo smooooth..." She slid it back in her tiny mouth, sucking like a vacuum cleaner on the outstroke, and relaxing on the in-stroke as she bobbed her head back and forth, faster and faster, humming, "Umm, umm, umm, ummm." 




Doing Mr Pepperoni



We called him Mr Pepperoni. I remember his last name started with a P but we could never pronounce it properly, no matter how many times he tried to correct us. I think he was from Lampedusa, or it could have been Malta or somewhere else, but he had grown up in Australia so he had an Australian accent.

Mr Pepperoni was the most exotic creature I had ever seen in our isolated little town that stood like a pimple on the asshole of the dry and dusty plains. His skin was the color of honey, he was built like a brick shit-house, he had fur sprouting everywhere and he was married to the most stylishly chic French woman that anyone in our backwoods had ever seen. Most of the guys in town were crazy in lust with Marie-Claire but my best buddy, Jake, and I were far more drawn to Mr Pepperoni and that huge, uncut cock he had hanging between his furry thighs.

Mr Pepperoni was a mechanic by trade and owned the local auto repair shop but he hired three guys to do all the work and didn't have to get his hands dirty. That left him plenty of time for his favorite hobby which was banging tight buttholes. We were his type: blond, skinny, lithe, smooth and horny. I had recently turned twenty one and Jake was twenty when we first met Mr Pepperoni. We had been over at the mall, or what passed for a mall in our town, having a milkshake when he walked up to us and bang, just started flirting with us! I couldn't believe it; here was the biggest, most masculine fucker I had ever seen and the filth that was coming out of his mouth was not to be believed. He asked me straight up if I had ever been rimmed. I blushed beet red and told him that I had not.

Well, that was a red flag to a bull. He told me that he wanted us to come by his auto shop and sit on his face. I thought he was having us on but Jake insisted we go so a few minutes later we were climbing into Mr Pepperoni's truck. Jake was sitting in the middle and Mr Pepperoni's large, hairy hand was immediately on Jake left knee -- it was a hot summer day and we were both in shorts; where we lived fashion passed us by and there was nobody who wore shorts below the knee - stroking up and down his thigh and making me green with envy. His three employees hardly batted an eyelid as Mr Pepperoni led us through the workshop and upstairs to his office. Later I learned that they were used to their boss' peccadilloes.

No sooner had we entered that untidy room that Mr Pepperoni had yanked Jake's shorts down and had dropped to his knees and taken my buddy's cock into his mouth. I gasped out loud as I watched Jake's cock disappear into that walrus mustachioed mouth. It was the first time I had ever seen my buddy's cock; even though we were both open about being gay it seemed taboo somehow to think about wanting to do it with my buddy or even trying to get to see his cock. And what fine cock it was too! It was on the slender side and looked about eight inches long although I couldn't properly judge because so much of it was in Mr Pepperoni's mouth. I felt heart-stopping dizzying lust as I watched the thick necked bull greedily slurping on my bud's pale, slender rod. Mr Pepperoni looked up and winked at me and I about shot my bolt right then. He looked so damned sexy like that, down on his knees with a hard cock in his mouth.

I went round the back of Jake to check out his ass and my boner twitched uncomfortably in my underpants. His pert little ass was milk white and alabaster smooth. Taboo, or not, I couldn't help reaching out and stroking it. This was my first ever touch! Skin on skin, man to man: I could feel the precum drooling out of my cock and gluing it to my underpants. The feel of Jake's small, shapely cheeks in my hand was out of this world. My heart was thumping so loudly in my ribcage I was sure the mechanics could hear it out on the floor. Any minute now I was certain that Jake would turn around and tell me to stop touching him up but I guess he was too engrossed in feeding Mr Pepperoni to care about what I was doing. I knelt now and kissed the small of his back and the two dimples were back swelled into butt cheeks. Never have you seen a prettier sight. I had never known such lust. I slid my hand into Jake's butt crack and sniffed my fingers. I knew, right then, that I was going to be a slave to pheromones.

Just then Mr Pepperoni came off Jake's cock and wrapped his huge hands around my twenty six inch waist and lifted me onto his desk. He just about tore my clothes off me and then I was thrashing about as he spread my legs and buried his hot tongue up my virginal hole. I remember yelping like a coyote as the pleasure washed over me. He was doing exactly what I had been contemplating doing to Jake and I could not believe that this studly, married dude would want to eat me out that way. That tongue just seemed to bore deeper and deeper into my yielding flesh, my cock strained within its own skin as a river of precum drooled down the shaft and onto my hefty balls. Now Mr Pepperoni licked up from my asshole and onto my sensitive balls. I squirmed about on the desk; it was both pleasure and pain; my balls were so sensitive I felt like I was about to pass out but I didn't ever want this amazing sensation to end. And then suddenly he took hold of my cock and guided it into his mouth. I cursed out loud as my bucking body responded to the thrill that shot through every single one of nerve endings and the biggest load I had ever know erupted out of my overheated cock.

Mr Pepperoni licked his lips as he came off my cock.

'You taste so damn fine! he growled. 'I'm gonna have to fuck that sweet ass of yours a little later.'

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I looked over at Jake. His face and neck was flushed red, the fever of lust was upon him and he stroked his cock so fast that I could hardly see his hand move.

'Slow down, buddy.' Mr Pepperoni told him. 'I don't want you to pop too soon. I'd like to see you kissing your bud.'

I looked over at Jake. He looked back at me. It was hard to know what he was thinking but I remembered what I had been thinking, just before Mr Pepperoni had lifted me onto the desk and frazzled my brain.

'Go on, give him a kiss.' Mr Pepperoni said to me. 'Two pretty blond boys like you; it would be a shame not to.'

Jake was a little hesitant.

'We're like...you know...sisters.' Jake told Mr Pepperoni.

'Sisters, my furry butt.' Mr Pepperoni said. 'Both of you got man-sized cocks on you. I wanna see you kiss. You do want to turn me on, dontcha? I got me a very hungry hole today and one, or both, of you might get lucky if you turn me on enough.'

That was all we needed to hear. In an instant Jake was in my arms and his tongue was in my mouth. His smooth skin brushed up against my own and felt so deliciously warm and sexy as we kissed up a storm. I didn't need to feel guilty any more; Jake was one hot dude and I could tell from how hard his tiny brown nipples were how turned on he was. My cock rose up and rubbed up against his hard throbber as our hands roamed freely over each other's slender frame.

'Oh yes! That's so fucking hot!' Mr Pepperoni groaned.

There was something about the rasp in his voice that alerted me, that made me want to open my eyes and look over at him. And what a sight it was. There he was, ass leaning against the desk, with his pants and underpants down around his ankles and in his hand was the thickest, longest cock you could ever wish to see. The head was still covered by foreskin even though he was fully hard. I had seen pictures of cocks like that on the internet and had been incredibly turned on but had never imagined, not for one minute, that I would ever see one in the flesh. His cock was dark and veiny, weighty and rampant and jutted out of the thickest tangle of fur possible while below a pair of bulls balls churned in desperation to offload their creamy burden. My mouth was as dry as Arizona at the sight of his magnificent fuck flesh.

Fortunately the sight of Mr Pepperoni's power-tool had the same effect on Jake. We untangled ourselves from our embrace and knelt one on each side of Mr Pepperoni's big body as we sniffed and licked at his beefy balls and massive dick. My hand was the first to cradle that mammoth dick; the weight and heft of it was delicious on my palm. I now brought my nose up close to his foreskin and sniffed deeply. Yep! I'd struck gold. I had already realized that I was turned on by the scent of a slightly cheesy cock and Mr Pepperoni's was in that state right now. I was certain that he would have had a shower that morning and cleaned out his foreskin but he had been so turned on by the sight of us and the touch and taste of us, that his cheese factory had started working overtime. It was the scent of pure lust, the funk of fuck excitement. I gently peeled back the excess of foreskin and took the full hit of his man-scent directly into my brain where it wafted around all my lust receptors and stimulated them to the point that I felt on the point of explosion once again.

I opened wide and took his red knob into my mouth and savored his sex juices while stroking my hungry cock. I was so fucking turned on I could actually feel my asshole twitch. Horny little sounds gurgled in my throat as I slobbered over his juicy cock. You would never guess that it had been only twenty minutes since I had blown my wad.

'Oh fuck yeah! Eat my ass!' I heard Mr Pepperoni growl as I realized what Jake was doing.

I was in a state of shock. My buddy, who a few minutes ago seemed reluctant to kiss me now had his face buried in Mr Pepperoni's big, beefy and very furry ass. I had got a quick look at his ass when we had started pawing him. It wasn't fair. Wasn't I the kinkier one out of the two of us, hadn't I sniffed my fingers after pressing them into Jake's asscrack? How was it that he was now hogging all that musky manhood to himself? I got up and practically dragged Jake's face out of Mr Pepperoni's meaty man mound. His ass was about as different from Jake's as any could be. It was massive, but firm and shapely, supported by strong furry thighs, and at the heart of it lay a brown truffle deep within a tangle of manfur that Jake had wetted down for me. I dived into the treasure trove now as my hands hefted those beefy cheeks apart and soon Mr Pepperoni was singing the praises of my ass eating skills.

'That's it! He sighed. 'You're not afraid to get right in there.'

I wasn't in the least bit afraid and it wasn't just my tongue I wanted in there. With lust glazed eyes I rose to my feet and started to rub my aching cockhead over his spit slicked pucker.

'There's some lube in my top left hand drawer.' Mr Pepperoni said.

I couldn't believe my luck as I retrieved the precious gel and started to apply some to his soft, slippery asslips as Jake carried on gobbling on Mr Pepperoni's salami of a cock. My forefinger was enveloped by the big man's warmth and I almost lost it then. My cock twitched impatiently as I slowly fingered his chute. I wasn't quite sure what I was doing, or how long I had to do it for but I had seen guys do it in movies. Fortunately it was Mr Pepperoni who was in control. He pulled away from Jake's hungry mouth and my probing finger and bent over his desk.

'Fuck my ass' he demanded.

After applying a dollop of lube to my super sensitive cockhead I stepped up behind that fur pit and pressed home. He let out a groan as I sank all nine of my aching inches into his assguts. I had never known such an amazing sensation. No hand, no warm flannel, no watermelon that I had ever fucked felt this good. It was like being wrapped in warm silk, like slicing through butter, while held in a vice-like grip. I looked down at his strong, broad back and the dark fur that grew up near his shoulder blades. Man, this dude was an animal! If I could have bottled the lust I felt then I would be a billionaire today. I grabbed hold of those powerful hips of his and started stroking, with him encouraging me all the way. It was hard for me to believe that a man that looked the way he did would want to be fucked but boy was I glad he did. I was in ecstasy beyond that which I thought possible. This man's asshole was wrapped like a living glove around my throbbing cock and milking it just by its very existence. Jake stood nearby and stroked his very red looking cock. The poor thing was way overheated. Just like mine. My Pepperoni started groaning so loudly now I was afraid his mechanics would bash down the walls, let alone the door, of his office. The big stud had turned into a fuck pig on heat. I could tell that my cock alone would not satisfy him and told Jake to save his cum.

You should have seen the look on Jake's face as he understood what I was telling him. It was priceless and tuned me on even more, if that was possible. Breathing was difficult now; my throat felt painfully constricted and my heart felt like it was about to pack in. Was it possible to die from fucking, I wondered. That was how I felt. That was what Mr Pepperoni's big, furry ass had done to me; that, and his moaning and groaning and pushing back against me. I could tell he was whacking off his fat cock now and that was what did me in. I could feel the soles of my feet start to tingle and I tried, I really tried, to hold back but it was no use. Suddenly I was up on my tip toes with my head thrown back as I cried out in the sheer ecstatic joy of blasting a load deep into Mr Pepperoni's guts.

As soon as I pulled out of Mr Pepperoni's butthole Jake slid in.

'Oh it feels so good!' my buddy moaned.

I felt really turned on to think about him sloshing around in my spunk. My Pepperoni was feeling it good too. I went up to him and started stroking his back and belly as he pleasured himself of Jake's rock-hard rod. They were both close and I wanted to help them over the edge. I grabbed the lube and spread some over my thumb and jammed this up Jake butthole while my free hand tenderly stroked Mr Pepperoni's big bull balls. Neither one of them lasted long. After Jake's initial yelp of surprise I could feel his asslips spasming on my thumb and then he groaned out loud as he lost it deep in Mr Pepperoni. Just at the same moment the big man started to bellow like a wounded bull as his thick spunk blasted its way out of his massive cock and into the carpet.

The musky scent of sweaty sex and spent cocks hung thick in the air as we retrieved our clothes and started to dress. Mr Pepperoni asked if we would be coming back to visit him and all thoughts I had about getting on that bus and heading out of town vanished in an instant.

Daniel Blue