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Family Circle

By: dv8tor



I guess most people never think of their parents as sexual individuals; I know I never gave it much thought. I just assumed they had a normal life like everyone else. Besides, at 18 years old I was too interested in my sex-life (or lack thereof) to worry much about anyone else's. However, an incident occurred recently that changed my entire perspective on my parents as well as human sexuality in general.

It was a Saturday night, not unlike any other. My best bud, Tom, and I were going to the college campus to watch the home coming game. The college was a two-hour drive so I had told my parents I probably wouldn't be home till tomorrow since we wouldn't get back from the game until late and I would spend the night at his house.

Well, things don't always go as planned. We hadn't gotten 50 miles out of town when his car over-heated. By the time we had hitched a ride into town to fetch some water and made it back to the car the game had already started so we decided to head back home instead.

When I arrived home, the entire house was dark except for a small glow emanating from my parents' bedroom window. I didn't want to disturb them so I eased myself quietly into the house and made my way down the hallway. My bedroom was at the very back of the house and I had to pass by my parent's bedroom to get there. As I approached the open door to their bedroom I heard moans and gasps coming from within. Curious, I paused by the door and peered in.

The image before me was burned indelibly into my brain. There was my Mom and Dad upon the bed, naked as jaybirds. Dad was sitting up with his back against the headboard typing on a computer keyboard. Mom was on her back, her legs splayed wide, bent at the knee. Her left leg was over the top of Dad's right leg and her hands were very busy at the juncture of her thighs. Her right hand was thrusting a dildo inside of her pussy while her left was gently rubbing her left breast. Her mouth was open and she was staring intently at the TV/computer screen at the foot of their bed.

From where I stood I couldn't see what was on the screen (not that I cared at the moment). However, between moans my Mom uttered some words that filled in the information for me.

"Oh God, John. They are so hot!" She gasped. "His cock is enormous! I love watching him stroke it like that."

"Yeah, and look at the size of that dildo she is fixing to shove up her cunt," Dad replied as he laid the keyboard aside and grabbed his own erection.

"Ummmm, the cu-seeme thing is a lot better than going to the adult movie theater. I am so glad you found out about it, Honey."

"Oh yeah, and we can play without fear of being hassled," he grunted as he spit on his hand before once again grabbing his cock.

Well, by now I had a hard-on that wouldn't quit. I mean, there was my lovely 41 year-old Mom, masturbating furiously as she watched another couple masturbate on camera. Her 36-D, heavily freckled breasts rose and fell rapidly. She must have been soaked for I could hear the snicking sounds of her wet pussy as she fucked herself with the dildo.

"Damn Beth, you are really worked up, aren't you Honey? Your pussy sounds like the sloshing of the washing machine."

"You damn right, I'm worked up. You know how much I like to watch and knowing that we are being watched too has me so friggin hot........Shit...I'm gonna cum!"

Mom's hips started bouncing on the bed as she quickened her pace. Her left hand pushed the dildo deep within her while her right hand, now free from its previous duty, rubbed viciously at her clit. Her head arched back and a cry escaped her lips.

"Yyessssssssssssss OH GOD YESSSSSSSSSSSSS! I'm CUMMMMINNNGGGGGG!"

"Do it, Beth, make that hot pussy cum!" Dad gasped as his own stroking increased in fervor.

Now, I have to admit, I now had my pants down and my own cock in hand. It was incredibly erotic to watch as the scene played out before me. The pre-cum leaking out was all the lubrication I needed and I too began to stroke myself in earnest. I wasn't being too careful though and I must have made a sound that carried into the bedroom for suddenly my Mom turned her head and opened her eyes and stared me right in the face.

"Holy SHIT! What are you doing here?" She cried out as her legs clamped together.

"Ummm, I'm sorry, we had car trouble," I blurted as I frantically grabbed my pants and hustled off to my own bedroom.

I had just finished removing the rest of my clothing when my Dad came into my room. "Oh Shit, I'm done for now," I thought to myself as he stood in the doorway.

"Well, Daniel. Now that you have gotten an eyeful, why don't you come with me?" He said as he turned away from my blushing face. As I reached down to grab my shorts he turned and said, "You won't be needing those."

Meekly I followed him back down the hall. Much to my surprise he entered his bedroom.

Dad walked back over to the far side of the bed and resumed the position he had earlier. My now half-mast cock began to swell as I saw my Mom was still playing with herself.

"Daniel, if you want to masturbate with us we don't mind, but we would rather you did it out in the open and not hiding in the hallway," Mom said as she patted the mattress next to her. "Come over here and join us, Son."

To say the least I was shaken. Not only were my parents wantonly masturbating in front of me but they were inviting me to join them. Hesitantly I moved over to the bed and sat on the edge.

"Ha ha ha. Don't look so shocked, Daniel. You think you are the only one who likes to watch and jerk off?" Dad laughed.

"Yeah, we found your little stack of movies and magazines. Some of them are pretty good, especially that Amateur Home Movie. I watched it the other day and came four times," Mom said with a smile as she slid the middle finger of her right hand between the wet folds of her furry pussy.

My cock jumped to full attention as I gazed unabashedly at her tender ministrations.

"Looky there, Beth. Our boy is getting all turned on watching you play with it."

"You like watching your old Mom get herself off, Daniel?" She asked as she slid two fingers within herself.

"Yessss, I do," I muttered softly.

"Well, why don't you grab hold of that magnificent piece of Man-Meat and stroke it for me while I fuck myself in front of you, Son?"

I reluctantly moved my gaze from her hand to her face. In her eyes I could see unbridled lust as she gazed first into my eyes then down at my hand which was wrapped around my turgid member. Feeling a little bolder as I watched my Mom gaze at my hard cock, I asked the question that had been burning in my mind.

"What were you two watching that had you both so aroused?"

"Oh, your Dad found out of a software program called cu-seeme. So this afternoon, after you left, we went down and bought a capture card so we could hook up our video camera to the computer. That way we can go on the Internet and play with other couples who like to do the things we do."

"You mean you were actually watching another couple have sex in real time via the Internet?" 

"Yeah, isn't that cool?"

"And what was that I heard you say about Adult Theaters?"

Mom kinda blushed and looked over at Dad who blushed a little also.

"Well, you might as well know, Daniel. Your Mom and I like to go to adult movies and play with other couples. It is a kinda voyeurism/exhibitionism thing that we particularly enjoy."

"You mean you have sex in a movie theater?" I gasped.

"Sorta. Actually we usually masturbate ourselves and each other while other couples around us are doing the same thing."

"Wow! And you don't get arrested?"

"Not if everyone is cool. The management knows what is going on there and it is understood that when the usher makes his rounds every hour you have to cover up. If he sees you doing it he has to ask you to leave. It is illegal, but the cops don't bother the theater owners as long as they keep the hookers out."

"Jeez, guess I have a lot to learn."

"Well, the Internet thing is a lot better, though part of the turn-on in the theaters is the interaction...you know, moans, gasps, etc.", Mom said as she turned on her side and propped her head up on her hand. "I guess you think we are real perverts."

"Nooooo, actually I think it is really cool!" I smiled.

While this little exchange was going on Dad had reconnected to the Internet and was opening the software again.

"Hey, they didn't leave yet!" He cried out.

"Oh GREAT!" Mom said as she leaned back against the headboard.

"Daniel, will you reach into the night stand and grab that massager for me?" Mom said as she spread her legs. "If you think I came before, wait till you see me come with that!" Mom laughed as I handed her the long device with the bulbous head.

I looked over at the TV. There on the screen were two couples. One of them were fucking in their bed. The vid was grainy and it was hard to discern detail but it wasn't difficult to see what they were doing and that they were having fun doing it. The other couple were sitting side-by-side. The blonde woman, who looked to be about 35 and a little over-weight, was shoving a zucchini up her cunt while the man had his cock in a pump device.

"Ha, I gotta get me one of those," Dad said as he grasped his cock.

Mom seemed to be more interested in what I was doing than in the TV. She tried to make it look like she wasn't paying a lot of attention but I could see her eyes move sideways and gaze down at my hands, one of which was cupping my scrotum the other, of course, stroking my meat.

As Dad became more intensely involved in what was happening on TV, Mom leaned over and whispered in my ear, " I have dreamed of watching you jack it off for a long time. I can't tell you how many times I have masturbated in the laundry room when I would find dried cum in your dirty underwear."

"Oh GAWD, Mom! That is hot!"

She rubbed her leg against mine gently as she pressed the massager against her clit. Her breathing rapidly became ragged as small drops of pre-cum oozed out of my cock. Now she dropped all pretense and stared openly at my hands.

"You are gonna cum soon, aren't you?" She gasped.

"Yes, real soon.....I can't help it!"

Mom reached down and started fucking herself with three fingers while pressing the vibe firmly against her clit. "Cum for me Daniel......CUM!" she cried out.

I got up on my knees and peered down at my mother's furious masturbation. My hand fairly flew up and down my cock.

"Gonna cum NOW!" I cried out.

"Cum on me, cum cum cummmmmmmmmm!"

Mom's hips were bouncing up and down. As the first jet of my release landed upon her stomach she screamed.

"Yesssssssss DO IT! CUM ON YOUR NASTY FINGER-FUCKING MOTHER!"

My orgasm was explosive. It felt as if my whole body was going to turn to cum and run out my cock. It seemed like an eternity but eventually I collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath. My cock was still hard and standing straight up. I closed my eyes in bliss. I could feel the cock still throbbing even without touching it with my hands.

As I felt myself returning to reality I suddenly became aware of a warm wetness enveloping my cock and the bed shaking steadily. I opened my eyes and freaked. My Mom had wrapped her lips around my cock and was sucking me like there was no tomorrow. I quickly looked over at Dad who was watching us intently, stroking his cock for all it was worth.

"Suck him, Beth. Suck him good. Make him know what it is like to get ravished by that hungry mouth of yours."

I was in heaven. The intensity of the feeling was almost more than I could bear. I was only dimly aware of my Mom's hot pussy sliding up and down my leg as she devoured my cock. Her talent was not to be denied and in only a few minutes I felt my balls swell up and the onset of another orgasm swept over me.

I don't remember how many times I came that night. All I know is that I felt as if a whirlwind of sex had swept me up and carried me away. I never knew how much of a sexual dynamo a woman could be. I guess I was under the misconception that women only succumbed to the advances of men and they were never the instigators of sex play. Boy was I wrong and events that occurred later only further proved that.

CHAPTER TWO

It was a week later that the next big change in my life came about. I had been dating this girl for about a month. Debbie was a sweet thing, long blonde hair, 5'5 and built for swimsuits. We had a relationship that more like friends than lovers. We hadn't even petted at the movies!

In any event, Mom and Dad were going out for the evening so I asked Debbie if she would like to come over for a swim in our new pool. We hadn't been in the water for 10 minutes when a sudden storm moved in chasing us into the house.

After we changed out of wet suits and into bathrobes we moved into the livingroom.

"Well, so much for that. What do you say we dry off and maybe watch a movie, Debbie?"

"Sounds good to me, Daniel. What kinda movies do you have?"

"I think Armageddon is still in the player. Mom rented it last night but I only saw the first 10 minutes of it. I fell asleep."

"Cool. Why don't you go make us some popcorn and I'll start the movie."

I went into the kitchen and started making the popcorn. After burning the first batch I finally got it right with just the proper amount of melted butter and salt. As I turned the corner into the living room I nearly dropped the popcorn and sodas on the floor. Once again I had stepped into a situation men can only fantasize about.

Unknown to me, Mom had taken the rented video out of the machine and had put the tape that was recorded last Saturday night while we were all playing in their bedroom. I wasn't even aware of it at the time but since they had to use the video camera in order to transmit video over cuseeme, Dad had recorded the entire episode. Knowing my Mom (at least what I know about her now), she just had to watch it again before they left for the evening.

In any event, Debbie had switched on the VCR and much to her surprise instead of watching "Armageddon" she was watching her boyfriend and his parents have a circle jerk. She must of found this titillating for as I entered the room I saw she had her robe open and her legs were spread out to give ready access to the hand that was rubbing diligently between her legs.

I gasped and she turned her head to regard me.

"This is a LOT better movie that "Armageddon". Why I never would have guessed you guys were into that," she smirked as she brought her hand to her lips and sucked her fingers before placing them back between her legs.

"I, uhhh, well......" I was dumbfounded. What do you say in a situation like this. It would have been truly embarrassing if she wasn't obviously turned on by what she saw.

"Come on, sit down, Daniel. Let's watch it together, although I am sure you already know the ending," she laughed.

Well, I gotta tell ya, Debbie is a stone fox and a natural blonde too! (This was rather obvious to me by now) I admit I had thought about her sexually but had been reticent to make any real advances for fear of rejection. Yet this girl who I respected greatly was just as much a sexual being as I, and much to my delight, a voyeur too!

I set the popcorn on the coffee table and sat beside her.

"You really have a nice cock. It is even bigger than your father's," she said as she threw one of her legs over mine. "I have never seen a man jerk off in real life, this is really hott!"

"Yeah, well you are hot yourself," I said as nonchalantly as I could as I opened my own robe and grabbed my cock.

"Looks like you were really getting off watching your mother jill-off, Daniel. Does that turn you on?"

"Like you wouldn't believe, Debbie! Watching a woman bring herself off is the biggest turn-on I can imagine."

"If you say so. Watching women isn't my thing. I mean I have seen my Mom wanking before. Every day when she gets home she goes to her bedroom and sits in front of her computer for a couple of hours before she fixes dinner. I used to think she was just checking e-mail and stuff but the other day I kinda barged into her bedroom to ask her a question. She was watching a video of a guy stroking his cock and playing with herself. Made me really hot when I saw what was on her computer screen." 

"WOW! I'd like to see that sometime," I said enthusiastically. "What did she do when you caught her?"

"Well Really freaked her out that I caught her." She smiled. "She screamed at me to get out but later she told me over dinner that ever since she and Dad had gotten a divorce, the Internet was the only sex she got and at least she could share with someone through some program called Cu-seeme."

"Cu-seeme? That is the program my parents were using when I caught them playing."

"Yeah. I asked her a bunch of questions about it and later that night she took me to her room and showed me how it works. I got so hot I started playing with myself and Mom joined in. She even loaned me one of her dildos. I never knew it could be so damn hot watching guys jerk-off. I must have cum ten times that night and I know Mom did."

Debbie slid further down and laid her head on my chest while she brought her other hand into play, rubbing her clit while she fucked herself with her finger.

"Tell me, did you fuck your Mother that night?" She gasped.

"Hell NO! You got to be kidding!"

"Well, perhaps you should have. I can tell she really wants you to just by looking at the movie," Debbie smirked as she plunged two fingers within her dripping snatch.

I was mute. Fuck my Mother????? Nah, Dad would kill me. (But the thought of her wanting to fuck me was arousing me even more than watching Debbie play with her pussy).

"You really want to watch my mother frig herself?" She asked softly. 

"Oh God, YES! I would love to see that. It would be even better if both you and your mother were doing it at the same time."

"Well, I want to watch you fuck your mother. Just imagine that big cock of yours sliding into you mother's wet, hairy pussy." Debbie groaned as she saw some pre-cum leaking out of my cock.

I shifted my gaze to the TV screen. Thinking about fucking my mother while I watched her masturbate put me right on the edge. I felt my seed boiling within me and my cock swelled even further.

"Oh yeah, Daniel. You do want to fuck your mother, don't you?" Debbie gasped as she noticed my legs stiffen.

"Oh Debbie, you are such a slut! I'm gonna cum!"

"Yess, do it! Cum Daniel!" She cried out as she moved her head closer to my cock.

"Ahhhhhh, oh Shit!" I exclaimed as she fastened her mouth upon my cock. I closed my eyes as the sensations threatened to overwhelm me.

"Ummmmmmm," she moaned as she brought her left hand over and squeezed my sack.

My hips jerked as I spasmed into her waiting mouth. I opened my eyes an watched the TV screen as my video mother fastened her own lips on my cock. Quaking even harder, I felt another orgasm sweep over me.

Family Circle Ch. 01



I was driving like a crazy person. Swerving around cars, all gas and all break with no in between. I wasn't drunk, but I wished I was. He is such an asshole. That thought roared through my head as if my brain was screaming on its own.

  I should have known, of course. The signs were there. My friends warned me. But a girl can hope right? Not all guys are dicks first then boys second. Wrong. I knew he was friends with Mag, I just didn't expect him to fuck her. Of course he tried to deny it. They always do. But when that didn't work...he was such an asshole.

  I drove through the rain with tears streaming. All I could think of was driving to Sarah's. She was my older sister, and quite wise in the ways of getting over male-pigs. I told her about Todd and she told me to come right over. My older brother (and Sarah's twin) James would be there too. 

  Honestly I wasn't looking forward to it. Since they both left for college, I felt like I spent too many occasions getting screwed over by high school boys and driving up to tell them about it. But they were the only ones that understood. Now after this nonsense, I felt like they were the only ones that ever would understand. I suppose, though I didn't know it, I was right.

  I arrived at their place around 10 that night. I guess I will say it was the "first" night as there were (and still are) many like it to come.

  They knew I was coming, but I don't think they (or I knew) how fast I was driving. 

  I parked the car crookedly and hopped out. I was raging and I was ready to tell them I was done with men altogether. I marched up the walkway quickly with my hands in fists. The rain poured down, but I didn't care. I just wanted to hug Sarah and have her tell me it will be fine. I just wanted to...

  I opened the door and there they were: James kneeled down in front of Sarah, her blond hair tossled, her top off and her legs open and on his shoulders. His head moving methodically as he licked her pussy. Sarah's eyes were closed, but they opened when she heard the door open. 

  I was stupefied. 

  "Sarah...James..."

  "Shut the door, Mary," Sarah said with more breath than voice.

  I closed the door and stood, pressed against it. My older twin brother and sister were...I don't know what they were doing. I didn't say anything. 

  James sat up, his face had some of her juice on it—it was shiny. I could see Sarah's clean, shaved pussy. I looked away. 

  "Shit, Mary...you drive like a wild woman," James said.

  I looked up at him in shock. Sarah had pulled a blanket over herself. Thank god. Thank fully James had all his clothes on. 

  "Ok you guys, what the fuck is going on?" I almost yelled. "I mean, what the fuck?!"

  James stood up. His cool blue eyes looked into mine as if he was hurt, as if I said something inappropriate.

  "Mary," Sarah began. 

  I looked at her. She was the pinnacle of every woman I wanted to be.: Independent, beautiful, brilliant, and now...fucking my brother?

  "Mary, we thought you would be later," Sarah said.

  "So?! That makes everything better?" I asked in a shriek.

  I turned to leave.

  "Wait," James said in a stronger voice.

  I stopped. He rarely raised his voice. James. 

  I turned back around. "What...?" I began, but I had nothing but tears.

  He walked toward me then stopped about three feet away. "Why don't you tell us about this Todd character, then we will tell you all about this."

  I stared at him. For an instant my mind was blank. But as I looked over them both I realized that I couldn't leave. They were my siblings, no matter what was going on, I mean they were twins. Maybe twins do that or something?

  "Come on," Sarah said as she stood up, the blanket wrapped around her naked body like a towel. "I'll get some wine."

  I sat on the couch and took my drenched coat off. My shirt was soaked and my red bra shown through. I felt a little awkward, "Sarah, can I borrow a shirt?"

  James sat on the chair next to the couch and looked away from me. He was always so sweet.

  Sarah walked in holding a bottle of red wine and three glasses.

  "Absolutely not!" she said playfully.

  "Look," I said pointing to my shirt.

  "Ha!" Sarah laughed. She sat down next to me. "Ok, as you can tell we aren't shy. Just take it off, goodness Mary I have seen you in your underwear before."

  "Come on!" I said gesturing toward James.

  "James, can you give us some girl time?" Sarah requested.

  "Yeah yeah," James replied. He hopped up and without looking at us went up the stairs. "I will be up here watching TV." He called down as he disappeared.

  "Seriously? No shirt?" I laughed.

  "Just take it off, I haven't done laundry in like two weeks," Sarah laughed.

  I smiled. Sarah lived at her own pace. I unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it on the floor. The house air was suddenly warmer.

  "Better?" Sarah asked.

  I nodded.

  "Ok, now tell me about Todd," She said in her direct, wonderfully sisterly way.

  I began with telling her about my former friend Mag and then into the whole thing. The story felt suddenly less interesting, but Sarah listened patiently. She knew how to say the right thing at the right time and the story ended with her commenting, "What a fucking ass!"

  "I know right?" I commented. "Oh well, fuck it. I don't like guys anymore. I am going to wait till college."

  "Sadly, my dear, college boys are as bad or worse. Stupidity, like any other muscle, grows stronger when encouraged."

  She always said things just right. "Ok, now tell me Sarah. Um, you and James?"

  Sarah smiled and her blue eyes twinkled. "We are really close."

  "Haha, that's it? You guys are close?"

  Sarah tilted her head and glanced upstairs, "We are family."

  "I know, that is like, I don't know, illegal!"

  Sarah smiled, "Look Mary. Here we are, talking about another guy doing another stupid thing, another guy that knows nothing about you and probably doesn't really care. All these guys that don't see you the way James and I do." She reached and touched the hair on my cheek. 

  Her touch was comforting and warm. I took a deep breath then replied, "What do you mean? How do you see me?"

  Sarah kept smiling tenderly, "Mary.." She touched my cheek with her long delicate fingers. "You are smart, beautiful, fiesty and sexy."

  She glanced down over my body and I became suddenly aware that I was in my bra. Of course she had seen me many times like this, but there was something in her eye that was different, more affectionate, sisterly, and I liked it.

  "You think I'm sexy?" I asked meekly.

  "Mary, are you joking?" She laughed and sipped her wine. "When you went through puberty it was one of the most exciting things I had ever seen. I mean, you have a great smile, really intense eyes and a great body. Trust me, you have a body have the girls here in school are starving themselves to get."

  I blushed. I couldn't help it, she looked at me so intently and she was right, she knew me. Better than anyone. But what about James? This was all so wierd. "So how or when or...I mean, James and you?" I think I asked a question.

  Sarah nodded her head and took another sip. "Well, about a year ago when we were deciding where to go to school, you remember that time? Stress! Mom and Dad had thier ideas on what we should do, James and I nearly went to different schools and I was dating that Jared. Well one day, I never told you this, but Jared asked if I would follow him to college. He told me he didn't like how close James and I were and he thought it would be best for me to have space from my twin brother. I was silly, I thought I loved him and I guess I thought he loved me. So I agreed."

  "What?!"

  "Yeah I know, right?" She moved closer to me and continued. "So I got home and ran up to James' room to tell him that I had made a decision. After I told him he just sat there, like devistated. You know James, stoic and mister alpha male. Mary, he cried. I can't explain to you what it was like, but I knew I had hurt him. It was like I had hurt myself I guess. So I hugged him and we held eachother. James told me he loved me and he supported whatever decision I made. I didn't want to let go of him. I didn't want to leave him. I knew then and there that our love was different than whatever my feelings for Jared were."

  She stopped and looked up at the stairs where James had gone and scooted very close to me. I could smell her perfume. It was wonderful.

  In a quiet voice she continued, very much re-living the moment, "We held eachother for a long time. I felt close to him. Safe. Like myself. But there was something different, changing. Then.." Sarah touched my lips with her long fingers. I was tingling.

  "Then we kissed, not a kiss on the cheek, but a different kiss. It was like everything began to make sense all in that moment." She looked into my eyes very intently and touched my neck with her other hand. "We kissed, then we made love. Not for a few minutes, but for hours Mary. I couldn't stop, we couldn't stop. At first it was slow, soft, intentional, sweet, but then it became more. Mary," She looked at me, then my lips and then my bra, then back to my eyes. "Mary, we fucked. I didn't know the meaning of that word, just like I didn't know what an orgasm was, not until I was being fucked by my twin brother."

  She was breathing quicker. She was flushed. She looked at me so intensly that all I could do was look back.

  "Mary...I wanted to tell you. WE wanted to tell you for so long. But it wasn't right, you were happy dating boys and loving school. But I see now that you have that same longing I did. The same one that James had. Longing for family and for intimacy that can only be had with your brother and sister."

  Her fingers slid down my chest and found my bra strap. They slid underneath it and pulled on it lightly. 

  "Sarah..." I said in quiet protest.

   She leaned in and kissed me. Her lips pressed against mine and I felt her tongue touch my lips. I opened my mouth and we connected. Her tongue was in my mouth, gently searching it and massaging my tongue. I was lost in the kiss, as I felt her fingers continue to tease underneath my bra strap.

  She brought the kiss to an end, then shifted her attention to my earlobe and she began to suck it. My body tingled, my breasts grew firm and all I could do was let out a sighing breath. Then I opened my eyes and saw James standing at the bottom of the stairs watching us. I became suddenly aware of what was happening. "Sarah!" I yelped.

  She pulled away from me and sat back. She bit her lip and smirked at me. "It's ok, it is just James."

  I didn't know what to say. What were we doing?

  "Sarah...this is wierd. I don't know what--this is a mistake." I pushed myself back and covered my chest with my arms.

  "Mary, wait," Sarah said in a firm tone. She looked over at James and motioned for him to come with her head.

  I was horrified.

  "Now, don't do anything silly. Don't run off. Just wait, ok?"

  I looked at the door. Where was I going to go? "Ok."

  James walked over and stood next to Sarah. She looked up at him lovingly and put her hand under his shirt. "I want to show you something, something that I can't live with out. Something that was missing from my life for so long."

  She slid her fingers along his wasteband then began to unbutton his jeans. 

  I squirmed and wanted to look away. Yet, I didn't. James was a beautiful man. I mean, he was my brother, but all my friends went crazy over him. I never, once, ever though of him as anything but my brother. But now, I was curious. Then I realized something. Something that was the start of a change: I was wet between my legs.

  Sarah, unzipped James' pants then pulled them down slowly. I could see a bulge under his boxer briefs. It was different than any I had seen before--not that i was terribly experienced. It wasn't huge or tiny or weird, in fact it looked: perfect. 

  I wetted my lips and looked at it with curiousity.

  After removing James' pants, Sarah looked at me, "This is what you have been missing too. I am convinced of it."

  She turned back to James and pulled down his underwear. Then I saw it. His fully erect cock bouncing up after being released from his clothes. It was not huge or wide or incredibly long. Instead, it was perfectly symetrical and seemingly staring at me. I couldn't look away, even if I wanted to--which I didn't. I stared back at it. He had very short hair, likely trimmed and his balls hung beautifully. I was not staring, I was gazing.

  Sarah grabbed the shaft with her hand and looked at me as she began to stroke it. "Forget every dick you have ever seen. This, this is the cock you have been wanting." She opened her mouth and licked the tip carefully. "Forget what you have tasted, trust me--nothing is like this." She opened her mouth and took his cock in, I could tell it hit the back of her mouth but she only wiggled and he pushed on the back of her head: she took in more. More and more until her face was against his tummy, his balls on her chin and I could see her throat adjusting to his cock deep inside. He held her head with two hands, his cock hidden in her mouth. 

  Finally she pulled her head back until just the tip of his cock was in her mouth. She looked at me seductively, took a deep breath and took it into her throat again. Her head stopped briefly, then he grabbed her and pushed it in fully. I realized that whatever I thought deepthroating was, it was nothing compared to this. He held her like that for longer than I felt comfortable. Then she pulled her head back. Her eyes watered and she trembled as his soaking, perfect cock slipped from her mouth. She looked up at him.

 "One more?" he asked her tenderly. 

 She nodded, took another breath and he pushed his cock in her throat. This time he held her head and began to thrust. I could hear the tip of his penis pushing in and out of her throat. I could only describe it as my brother fucking my sister's mouth, again and again. Her mouth was wide open and she stared up at him lustfully as he thrusted again and again. Each thrust followed by the sound of her trying to swallow his cock.

 Then he stopped and pulled his cock from her mouth. 

 Sarah looked at me and moved closer. She took off her panties, turned around and pressed her back against me. I hugged her as she opened her legs for him. James looked down at her and me with a smile. 

 "We are so happy you are here," James said.

 I simply stared at his cock. He leaned down and moving closer, pushed his cock into Sarah. 

 "Ah!" She breathed out loudly. 

 I looked down trying to see where their bodies connected. He began to thrust into her, long, deliberate and deep thrusts. I wrapped my arms around her hot body as he thrusted into her evenly. She groaned and moaned as he thrusted. Her boobs bounced and jiggled and I held onto her watching.

 Then James stopped and pulled his cock out. It was wet from my sister's body. He held it in his hand and stroked it, looking at me intensely. Sarah pressed against me and wiggled. 

 "Share his cock with me Mary," She whispered.

 "I...." I didn't know what to say.

 Sarah moved back to her knees and looked at me. Her firm breasts were hard and her nipples erect. She touched my knee and pulled me down next to her.

 I was six inches from my brother's cock.

 Sarah began to pull at my bra, and I took it off gingerly. Aware that I was now topless and almsot naked. My thighs were damp. I looked at my sister's naked beautiful body. I didn't know what to do. I was shaking.

 "It's ok Mary," Sarah said in a whisper. She held Jame's dick in her hand and led it closer to my face. "Let me feed this to you."

 I looked at her. I was terrified. My mouth opened. My tongue pressed against my lip. 

  His cock was two inches away. One inch. 

  "Here it is," Sarah whispered and she pushed it into my open mouth.

  I tingled all over. It felt, tasted, looked: perfect. I sucked the tip carefully. I stared up at my brother with love. He smiled back and thrust forward a little. I took in more and sucked it. Sarah pushed more of it in until it hit the back of my mouth. I began to bob my head on it slowly. Sarah, held my hand in hers and watched me suck.

  "Yes Mary," she muttered, "Suck his cock. Suck it."

  Her words egged me on. I began to suck it faster and faster. I wanted more of it. But I couldn't take more. It stopped at the back of my mouth and I tried to take more, but I gagged and pushed my head back. I tried again, I gagged and pushed back. I grabbed the shaft with my hand and began jerking his cock along with my mouth. I was transfixed on it, sucking and jerking on it repeatedly.

  I felt Sarah's hands on me. Running up and down my sides, over my breasts and her mouth was on my shoulders. I continued to suck, but now slowly and evenly and my whole body tingled. James' hand was on my head, but he was not pushing me, he was guiding me. In and out, I sucked, each time his cock hit the back of my mouth.

  I heard James breathing faster and I felt Sarah's mouth wrap around my earlobe. She squeezed my nipple with one hand then whispered, "You mouth was made for his cock. It was made to suck it and fuck it."

  I moaned and began to suck it faster. Squeezing it with my hand and sucking as fast as I could.

  "Oh..." James muttered. He began thrusting forward lightly with each time his cock drove into my mouth.

  "That's it little sister," Sarah moaned in my ear. "Suck your brother's cock and make him cum. Make him cum in your mouth."

  I couldn't stop. The taste and feel of James' dick was too much for me. I wanted it. I needed it. I suppose I always have. I sucked it harder, faster and jerked it with my hand. More intensely than any blow job I had ever given. I didn't want to simply keep his cock hard, like I had done in the past, I wanted to please him. I wanted his cum. We were connected and as he thrust my mouth and I sucked, with my sister rubbing and kissing my body, I felt tingles all over. My stomach was tight, my legs shaking, my pussy was warm, wet and soaking. I sucked as fast and hard as I could.

  "Yes Mary, yes Mary..." James said louder.

  I knew it was going to happen soon. I knew it because I was going to have an orgasm too. My body was reeling toward one as I sucked.

  "Make him cum Mary, make him cum and drink it," Sarah chanted in my ear.

  I began milking his cock with my hand, in a twisting motion and I sucked hard with each of his thrusts. Then it happened.

  "AH!" James called out.

  His body shook and his cock jerked in my hand. Suddenly his cum was squirting into my mouth. It was hot, salty and perfect. I moaned loudly as I suddenly went into an orgasm. My body burned and pleasure ran up from my crotch through all of me. My mouth was full and I swallowed, then it was full and I swallowed, a third time it was full and I swallowed. He held my head still with his hands and took a deep breath. I sucked and sucked.

  "Shhh," Sarah whispered. "Gently, gently."

  I slowed down and let his cock slip from my lips. I looked up at my brother and he gazed down at me in love. 

  I felt close. Close to them both. Everything Sarah had said was true. This was where I belonged. I jerked on James' cock slowly and smiled at him, "More please."

  He smiled at me and Sarah kissed my cheek. "Come up stairs with me," she whispered.

  This was how it began.



Family Circle Ch. 02



We left James downstairs. He said because I sucked his cock, he would clean up the wine, glasses and everything else. He was very sweet.

I followed my naked sister up the stairs. I watched her butt wiggle as she walked and I realized that everything was different now. She was naked. I was topless and my brother, was downstairs recovering from an orgasm. I had swallowed his cum. Sarah had fed me his cock. 

As we reached the top of the stairs I almost began to panic. What was happening? What had just happened? Was everything going to be like it was before tonight? Can we go back? 

I didn't want to go back.

I followed Sarah down the hall and into their room.

She walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. Her legs were open slightly and she watched me as I came in.

"Mary, you are so beautiful," She said with a smile.

I blushed and crossed my arms over my chest to hold my boobs. 

"Sit down, we need to talk," She patted the bed beside her.

I nodded and sat down next to her. 

"I can see you thinking now, I know that look," She began. "You don't need to worry, everything is the way it should be."

i looked into her dark green eyes. I looked at her soft lips, and down to her chest. Her large boobs hung firm, but heavy with her nipples pointing slightly outwards. I looked down her smooth tummy to her shaved pussy. I loved Sarah's body. Who wouldn't? Anything she wore seemed like it was made for her figure and I suppose it was since her figure was ideal. I looked at the folds of her pussy then back up to her mouth.

She was still speaking but I wasn't listening.

"Sarah," I cut her off.

She gave me a surprised look.

"I'm not worried. You were right. This is what I have been looking for. You...and James have always been what i have been looking for."

She smiled at me and slid closer. "I am so glad."

"I don't know, I just don't want to analyze it you know?"

She nodded, "ok, no more analyzing." She touched my chin with her fingers. "So, when James' came, did you?"

I took a deep breath and nodded. "i have never been that excited before."

She touched my thing with her other hand. "It was beautiful to watch." She leaned in and kissed my lips softly.

"How did you, well, suck so much of him?" I asked. I grabbed her hand with mine and held it.

She smirked at me, "Practice Mary. Trust me, he and I, we practice A LOT."

I laughed.

"But now you are here. I think you and I have some practicing to do."

I licked my lips and nodded. I felt so close to her. "Sarah," I began. "You are so beautiful. When I was younger I used to imagine..."

She took my hand and placed it on her breast. "Mary, I used to fantasize about you. Did you know that?"

I rubbed my thumb over her hard nipple. I was growing damp. "Really?"

Sarah nodded, "I used to imagine you naked in the shower. I used to think about licking your body. Sucking on your boobs, licking your pussy, licking your ass and making you cum."

I was flushed. Burning up. She leaned in and kissed me again and I teased her nipple with my fingers.

I opened my mouth and she pushed her tongue in. I sucked her tongue gently and put my other hand on her cheek. She drew her head back for a moment, "Mmmm I can taste him in your mouth."

She leaned in and kissed me again. We pressed our bodies together as we kissed, rubbing one another with our hands and bodies. Her fingers found my panties and she yanked them down. I wiggled out of them and continued to kiss her. Her fingers found my pussy and she began to rub me. 

I groaned and slid my hand down to her wetness. As soon as I touched her folds I felt my heart flutter and I foudn her clit. I began to rub it with my fingers, the way I would masturbate when i was alone. 

Our kiss broke off, "AH!" She cried out as I rubbed her. She moved her hips with my touches and soon she was hanging onto me as her boobs pressed against me and she moaned loudly. I knew her orgasm was coming so I kept going. She began bucking her hips widly. 

"Fuck!" She cried out. "I'm cumming! Oh!" I had goosebumps watching her cum. I continued to rub her as her orgasm came and went. Then she grabbed my wrist and pushed my back to the bed. She rolled on top of me.

"Mary," she said in a whisper. "I am going to fuck you with my mouth. I am going fuck your tits, your pussy, and your ass." 

I slid fully onto the bed and she grabbed my left breast and started to suck it.

"Oh Fuck!" I cried out as she teased my nipple with her teeth and suckled me. I had never been sucked on like taht before and I grabbed her hair with my hands. She took the whoel breast into her mouth and sucked harder and harder.

My boob popped from her lips and she made her way down my stomach. She licked, kissed and even bit me. I could feel the lust in her caresses. She made her way to my pussy and began to lick me. I was so wet already that I just shook at her the touch of her tongue. She moved her attention to my clit and started sucking it. I couldn't help but start cumming. "AH! AH! AH!" I groaned. She pulled and tugged on it and pushed a finger into me. My orgasm continued into another and I cried out again. She devoured my pussy, pulling her fingers out and jamming her tongue in. I pushed myself up with my legs, and she slid her hands under my ass and tongued me. My second orgasm was followed by a third. 

She continued to lick me and she pulled me toward her face, so her tongue would go in more. I pushed myself up with my arms and gazed down at my sister tonguing me. Her eyes locked onto mine and I could hear her moaning into me. I felt her work her teeth around my clit and she started tugging again. 

I fell back to the bed and grabbed my tits with my hands. "FUCK!" I cried out.

She took her mouth away and stared up at me. "Turn over."

I rolled to my tummy and she grabbed my hips and pulled my ass up. She pushed her hands against the inside of my legs to open them. Immediately I felt her fingers pushing into my pussy. I grabbed onto the blanket of her bed and moaned as she fingered me from behind and licked my buttcheek. Her fingers were deep in me and I felt her hook one and she touched somethign deep in me.

"SARAH! HOLY SHIT!" I cried as an orgam washed over me. I shook and shuttered as she rubbed that spot. The orgasm lingered and I lurched forward and back. I let out high pitched screams and clenched the blankets. The orgasm was so intense that I felt tears running down my cheeks.

"Oh Mary," Sarah said in a gentle voice. She kept her finger in me, then I felt the warmth of her mouth on my ass crack. She started kissing down onto my asshole. It was warm, gentle and I was frozen in the position she had me in.

She kept fingering me softly and kissing my butt. Her tongue began licking me over and over again. I had never experienced anything like it. I groaned and still clenched the blankets. 

"Mmm," she moaned as she licked my butt. "Mary your ass is perfect," she muttered.

I wiggled my hips for her a little to be playful and she continued to lick me.

"Mary, I am going to get some lube and push my finger in ok?"

I opened my glazed eyes and looked back at her. She was standing behind me, still with one finger in my pussy. I had never done anything anally and it terrified me. If I wasn't so euphoric I would have said something, but I didn't. I just looked at her.

With her other hand she grabbed a bottle that sat on the dresser. 

"Don't be afraid Mary," she said. She took the bottle and squeezed some of its contents onto my butt. She continued to finger my pussy and I could smell the lube. It smelled sweet.

I bit my lip and looked back at her. "Mary, you are so beautiful when you cum. I want you to experience one more. Do you trust me?" 

I trusted her. I bit my lip and nodded. 

She kept fingering me slowly and squirted more lube. "The key is lots and lots of lube. Lots." 

She started rubbing my asshole with her finger. Then she pushed it in, just an inch maybe. My body squeezed it tightly. "Shh," she said. 

She moved it more in a circle and pushed it in a little more. She gently. I felt the pressure, but it did not hurt.

She pulled her finger back, squirted more lube in my ass then pushed it in again.

"Now Mary, think about this: you ahve the hottest ass that I have ever seen. I meant it. You know how to shake it too. that's why the boys run to you." She smiled and started pushing her finger in and out. "James and I have always wanted to see your ass. You know what?"

I was tingling all over as she spoke to me.

"It is better than I imagined," she said in a lustful whisper. "Now, focus on the pressure."

I closed my eyes. I felt her fingers in me. One in my ass and one in my pussy. She began to push her finger deeper. It was starting to hurt. Then she pushed her other finger in my pussy and curled it in that spot. 

My body writhed and shook. I screamed.

All of me felt a sudden rush of pleasure and I pushed my face into the blankets and screamed agian. The orgasm was unlike anything I had ever felt. I squeezed her fingers, I groaned, I shook I swored and sweated. Then, after some amount of time, I fell to my side and she pulled her fingers from me. She lay down beside me and touched her forehead to mine. 

"That was incredible," I said to her.

She kissed my cheek. "Just wait until James joins us."



Family Circus Ch. 01



At eighteen and some odd months, my senior year of high school, I was about the same height as I am now, thirty years later. I've added a few pounds, well OK, about twenty pounds, in the intervening years and while I was never much of an athlete I'm still in pretty good shape. My biggest concern as I developed into manhood was the size of my penis. It was obviously smaller than my peers and some of the meaner, crueler guys used to make fun of me in the locker room. All through high school I dreaded gym class and the then mandatory showers.

In early June, with only a week to go, I was looking forward to the end of my locker room torment. The closest I'd come to sex besides regular couplings with my right fist, was heavy necking and some petting in the back seat of my old Pontiac. That late May Thursday evening, I took my shower, including a nice leisurely jack, before brushing my teeth and going to bed. As I slid my naked body under the sheets I enjoyed the feel of the cotton against my skin and was asleep pretty quickly, thinking of my coming liberation from the smart assed remarks of my antagonists in the daily locker room sessions.

Startled awake in the darkness of the night, I realized there was somebody else in the room with me - I could hear breathing, slightly raspy, from across the room. Rolling over in my twin bed, I reached for the lamp on my bedside table and turned it on. Immediately I saw her, an old woman sitting in the chair at my desk, watching me intently.

"Who, who the hell are you?" I managed to stutter out after a couple of false starts. 

"Doesn't matter who I am, boy. Only matters what I can do for you," she said in a soft but authoritative tone. "I understand the boys, the boys at school, they make fun of you?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Come on, boy. I ain't got time to play no damn guessing games with the likes of you," she nearly spat it out. "You knows exactly what I'm talking 'bout, boy. They been teasing you about the size of your damn penis. You stupid men, you're all little boys when it comes to that. Always worried about the size of that damn thing of yours, ain't you?" I could feel my face flush as she stood up from the chair and started across the room. With her standing up, I could more nearly make out her size and shape. She looked fairly short and heavy, wearing some sort of flowing, flimsy, gauzy gown that seemed to change hues as it moved with her. It was obvious that she had huge, pendulous tits that swayed behind the gauzy material of her gown as she walked toward me. Standing by my bedside, moving quickly she suddenly snatched the covers off of me and smiled as she looked down at my penis and testicles. "They are a bit on the puny side, boy, but I can do something about that for you. Do you want me to help you out a wee bit in that department, boy?"

"What do you mean," I stumbled on the words.

"Don't play stupid with me, you little fucker," she reprimanded sharply. "I'm asking you if you want a bigger damn prick, and balls to go with it, you little ass."

"well, yeah, I guess," I mumbled.

"You guess? You guess, boy?" she spat. "The answer is either yes or no, you little dickhead. This is serious business. I swear, each generation of you fuckin' men seems to be dumber than the last. Damn, I swear." Her look was cross and angry as she glared at me. "Well?"

"Yes, I want to be bigger. I want to be bigger than most guys," I managed to say firmly.

Her face immediately softened to a slight smile as she reached around behind herself and produced a mug of steaming broth. "Here, drink this, boy. It'll give you the size you're wanting." I took the mug from her outstretched hand and sniffed its aroma. It didn't smell all that bad, mostly like a strong beef and vegetable broth. "Drink it, boy. Drink it now," she urged. I swigged it down in several large gulps. It was bitter tasting and hot flowing down my throat and made me feel hot in my abdomen.

"Is that all?" I asked. "I just drink that?"

"well no, deary," she smiled as she said it softly. "Now you need to fuck me, and fuck me good." As she said it, she moved quickly and her gown fell at her feet. She was heavy with some rolls of fat around her middle and those huge tits sagging down on her belly. I could feel myself beginning to engorge with hot blood in my penis. Looking at my developing erection she laughed. "You dickheads are all alike. Even an old hag like me can get a rise out of you!" Grabbing my penis in her right hand she began jackhammer like strokes that felt like she may tear it off of me. "Here, let's see if we can work up enough dick to manage to get into me. I like to be satisfied, boy." As I reached full erection she lifted her leg over, straddled me on the bed, and sat down roughly, guiding my penis into her. "Now stay with me, boy," she said as she began to ride me like I was a mechanical horse or something. Forward and back, her hips thrusted on me faster and faster. I reached for her tits as they hung down onto my chest, lifting one to my mouth to suck on the huge nipple that was staring at me. She began to moan, a gutteral, animal like moan that seemed to emanate from deep within her as she began to thrust in an even more concerted way. Forward and back, she roughly rode me until she began to shake and tremble. As she stopped her thrusting I could feel her cunt alternately tightening and loosening on my penis, massaging it as I felt myself go over the top.

"Oh damn," I mumbled as I felt myself cumming within this old woman. Though I'd just jacked off in the shower that evening it felt like I was letting a huge load loose in her cunt, hot, wet. In the waves of orgasm sweeping over me I felt myself letting go, the light of the room blacking out. I was blacking out.

When my alarm went off I awoke with a start. "Damn," I thought, "That was one hell of a weird fucking dream. Shit, I'll be glad when school's over." Flipping my covers off, I swung my feet off the side of the bed and sat up, scratching my head. As I did, something on my bedside table caught the corner of my eye. Looking at it I probably stopped short pretty fast. It was a heavy, off white china mug. What the fuck? Looking down at my legs I saw it. My penis, it was laying on the bed between my thighs reaching nearly to my knees. What the fuck? It looked oddly shaped until I realized it was lying on my testicles. Lifting it in the middle of its length, the end hung down like a piece of limp rope but what caught my eye was the size of my testicles. They looked like they may be the size of medium limes and my scrotum was enormous, a huge wrinkled sock of loose skin. Jumping up off my bed, my penis and testicles swung back and forth, striking my thighs. My damn penis hung loosely down, about two thirds of the way to my knees. It had to be at least ten inches long, flaccid, with my testicles hanging down a good two thirds its length. Holy shit! I'm some sort of a damn mutant. Pulling on a pair of loose gym shorts I headed for the bathroom to go take a leak.

In the hallway I met my older sister, nearly ran into her as she come out of the bathroom. Backing up, I said, "Excuse me. Gotta' pee." I noticed her eyes locked, looking down at my shorts. I followed her gaze, looked down, and discovered that about three or more inches of my penis were hanging out the leg of my shorts and the hem of the leg was bulged by my testicles, clearly visible hanging there behind my penis.

My sister blurted out, "Jesus, little brother. Is that what I think it is?"

"What the fuck do you think, Vickie?" I asked as I shoved past her and shut the bathroom door behind me. Pulling off my shorts, I tried to take a piss and manage to ring the toilet bowl, having a bit of trouble until I figured out where to grasp that damn snake between my legs to aim it accurately. Done with the piss, I looked at myself in the mirror. "Shit," I thought, "I've never seen anything like this!"

Leaning into the shower, I turned on the water and adjusted it before climbing in and closing the glass shower door behind me. Standing in the warm water I looked down at my penis and testicles again. Where the fuck did they come from? Was the old hag in the room for real?

I heard a knock on the door. "Bobby, you OK?" I heard my mother ask.

"Yeah, Mom, I'm fine," I replied.

"Can I come in?" she asked.

"I'm in the shower, Mom."

"I know, Bobby. Vickie told me you had a problem," Mom replied.

"I'm fine, Mom," I told her but the bathroom door was opening anyway. Before I knew it she was in the bathroom, looking at me through the clear shower door.

"What's going on, Bobby?" she asked. 

I turned off the shower and toward her so she could see me. Sliding the door back, I looked down at my mutant organs and said, "This, Mom."

Her eyes bulged as they locked on the sight. "Oh my," she gasped out. "When did that happen?"

"I woke up like this just this morning," I told her.

"That's not normal, Bobby. Something's wrong. I want you to see Dr. Vernon, today," she said. "Today's a good day since you don't have school. Do you want me to call for an appointment with her?"

"Yeah, Mom," I replied. "That's fine." She left the bathroom and I returned to my shower, washing up, washing that snake and my hanging testicles carefully. Dried off and back in my bedroom, I pulled on boxer shorts and my jeans. Big mistake. The jeans were too tight, hurting my oversize nuts and the legs were too tight on my thighs for my penis to hang comfortably down the left leg. Shit. I pulled the jeans off just as Mom tapped on my bedroom door and opened it. I was standing there with my penis and testicles hanging out the left leg of my boxer shorts and saw Mom's eyes stop at the sight. She looked like she was trying to maintain eye contact with me but couldn't prevent her eyes from drifting back down to the sight of my penis hanging out of my shorts. 

"Dr. Vernon can see you at 10:30. Do you want me to come with you?" she asked.

"Whatever you want to do, Mom," I told her as I turned toward my chest of drawers to pull out a folded pair of cargo pants. They fit more loosely and were comfortable. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that depending on how I was standing, my new equipment was either very obvious or not quite so obvious. Getting more accustomed to moving around in my new state, I sat down on the side of the bed, pulled on socks and tied my sneakers. Grabbing a T-shirt I headed down the hall toward the kitchen.

Vickie was sitting at the table. She looked up with a funny grin and asked, "Going to the doctor, Bobby?"

"Yeah, Vickie. I am," I replied as I poured myself a bowl of shredded wheat. Mom was drinking a cup of coffee and looking at the morning paper.

She looked up and told me, "We need to get going soon if we're going to get to the doctor's office on time."

"Sure, Mom."



Family Circus Ch. 02



At the doctor's office, I checked in with the desk and sat down in the waiting room. Dr. Vernon had been our family doctor for a long time. She'd seen me naked plenty of times but not like this. I was beginning to look forward to seeing her reaction at the sight of the "new" me.

When the nurse called my name to take me back to the exam room, I stood up and Mom remained seated. She asked me, "Do you want me to wait here or come back with you?" I just motioned her to come along.

Back in the exam room, the nurse asked me, "What are we here to see the doctor for today."

"I woke up with, er, some swelling," I replied tentatively.

"Swelling? Where?" she asked.

"Er, on my privates," I told her.

"Oh," she replied. "I'll just get your vital signs." Finished with that, she stood up telling me, "Remove your pants and underwear and put this gown on. The doctor will be in shortly." She left, closing the door behind her as I stood up and looked at Mom. 

"I can go back to the waiting room if you'd like me to, Bobby," she told me.

I told her, "No, don't worry about it, Mom." I kicked off my sneakers, pulled my pants and boxers down together, and leaned over to pull them off my feet. Donning the gown with the opening in the back I looked down to see that its midthigh length wasn't long enough to cover my hanging penis.

I saw Mom looking at it, too. She looked at me and said, "It just doesn't quite do the job, Bobby." She giggled and I found myself laughing at the comment. Soon she was laughing, too. I climbed up and sat on the end of the exam table, my legs dangling from my knees, penis and testicles lying on the paper cover between my legs.

A knock on the door and Dr. Vernon came in, shutting the door behind her. She was in her early fifties, fairly tall, and overweight. She was no beauty but rather she was pleasant looking with a very kind nature. "What's going on today, Bobby?" she asked as she pulled up a stool and sat down in front of me at the end of the exam table.

I lifted the gown and just said, "This."

Her immediate response was, "Oh." Regaining her composure she asked me to stand up. I hopped down off the exam table, my penis and testicles swinging wildly as I landed on my feet. Pulling my gown to one side, Dr. Vernon looked again at the mutant organs then asked, "When did you notice this, er, swelling begin?"

"I woke up this morning like this," I told her.

"You're telling me you went to bed last night, er, normal and work up this size this morning?" she asked incredulously.

"Yep, that's right."

Mom interjected, "That's not normal, is it doctor?"

"Mrs. Davis, I think I need some time to examine Bobby if you'd please wait out in the waiting room," Dr. Vernon told my mother.

"Sure, no problem," Mom said as she stood up and left.

As soon as the door closed behind Mom, Dr.Vernon turned to me and said, "Bobby, this is peculiar and I need to ask you some more questions. First, have you had sex with anyone?"

"No."

"Have you taken any drugs you're not supposed to take?"

"No."

"And this growth occurred overnight?"

"Yes. I thought I had a dream, an, er, wet dream, but I didn't wake up until this morning and I didn't find any sign that I actually had one. Then I found myself like this."

"I want to check your prostate, Bobby. Normally males don't need a prostate exam until they reach forty or so but this isn't a normal situation. It may be a little uncomfortable for you but it's not that bad," she told me as she opened a drawer and pulled a tube from it and pulled on exam gloves."Now, let's just remove this gown and get it out of the way," she said as she helped me out of the stupid gown. "Now, turn around and lean over, put your elbows on the exam table and spread your feet apart a bit more for me." With my penis and testicles swaying in front of me, I leaned over onto my elbows on the exam table. "Now you'll feel a bit of pressure," she told me.

I felt the cold of the K-Y Jelly as she worked her finger into my ass. As she probed further it felt like I needed to push a crap out then I felt a bit tingly in my groin and it felt like I might be getting the beginnings of an erection. She smoothly withdrew her finger and wiped my ass with some tissues as she said, "Your prostate feels normal." As I straightened up I heard her remove her gloves and wash her hands in the sink behind me. "Go ahead and lean back over, please. I'm not done yet," she told me as I heard her donning another pair of exam gloves. "I want to examine our testicles and I might as well start from behind." I felt her hand cup my scrotum and lift my testicles, first together in one palm, fingertips lightly holding them, then with both hands on each testicle, one at a time as she felt all around, over, and under them with her fingertips. I was beginning to feel a bit aroused by her touch. "Okay, turn around," she told me.

I straightened up and turned around to face her, penis and testicles swinging between my thighs. Though I felt somewhat aroused, my penis didn't really look any different though it felt a bit heavier as it swung. "Did you wake up this morning with an erection?" she asked me.

"No," I replied.

"Have you had an erection since you got up this morning?" she pressed on.

"No," I answered.

"So you haven't had an orgasm since your size changed, right?" she asked.

"No," I snickered.

"Well, I'm concerned as to whether you still have that capability, if blood supply kept up with this size change, I mean," she told me. "Hop up here on the exam table for me," she directed as she patted the end of the table. I hopped up and sat on the table before she said, "Now, just lie back." She scooted the stool over to the end of the exam table telling me, "I'm going to complete the testicular exam now. Just relax." She lifted my penis and laid it on my abdomen and then began to palpate my testicles again, all around, under and over. The she added K-Y Jelly and did it again and I was really starting to feel aroused. I felt my penis twitch on my abdomen as it began to engorge. Dr. Vernon noticed my growing erection as my penis began to straighten on my abdomen. "Other than being on the large side, your testicles seem normal. Oh there, you can still achieve an erection, can't you?" she told me. "I want to obtain a semen sample to check your sperm count. It's easiest if I just do it," she told me as I felt her apply cool K-Y Jelly to the underside of my shaft, strightening on my abdomen at her continued attention. She turned away for a moment to retrieve a specimen cup from one of the cabinets and I stole a glance down at my abdomen. I couldn't tell but it didn't seem that my erecting penis was much, if any, longer than when it was hanging flaccidly between my legs but it definitely looked thicker. When Dr. Vernon turned back toward me she had a cup in her hand that she placed on the exam table next to me before grasping my now erect penis in her right hand, spreading the K-Y Jelly up and down the length of it. "I want you to tell me where your penis is most sensitive," she said. She stroked the base end near my testicles. "Here?" Then she stroked the glans end. "Or here?"

"Definitely there," I told her.

"Okay," she said, "That seems normal." Continuing to stroke the the glans end with her tight hand, she closed her left hand around the base end and just held it firmly. "You seem to have a firm erection, Bobby, so that's good," she smiled at me. Continuing to stroke my penis with her right hand, I felt her cup my testicles in her other hand, massaging them gently. With my arousal level climbing I began to rock my hips involuntarily as she continued to stroke my penis and massage my testicles. Rocking faster now, I felt myself about to go over the top and Dr. Vernon could tell I was about to cum also as she let go of my testicles and picked up the specimen cup with her left hand, still stroking with her right. I felt a tightening in my testicles then my penis begin to pulse in Dr. Vernon's hand as I started to pump semen into the cup she positioned for collection. Rather than the two or three good spurts I normally ejaculated, it seemed like my penis continued to pulse for six or maybe seven good shots, then several fading spurts as the orgasm subsided. "Your semen volume appears to be ample," Dr. Vernon told me as she milked the last bit from my penis with what seemed like a practiced technique. Handing me a wad of tissues she said, "Here, you clean yourself up and get dressed while I take this to the lab," as she turned and left the room with the cup.

I wiped myself off as best as I could with the tissues before hopping down off the exam table. When my feet hit the floor, my legs felt weak and I put a hand on the table to steady myself. As I stood there a moment, there was a couple of taps on the door then it opened and the nurse who had checked me in walked in along with my mother. The nurse's eyes locked on my penis and testicles, penis still partially erect, arching downward to hang a little out from my thighs. Mom's eyes were looking at the same thing. "Sorry," the nurse told me, "I thought you'd be dressed by now. I have the doctor's instructions for you. I thought it best if your mother heard them, too, so she'll understand." Attempting to look at the chart in her hand, the nurse continued, "Dr. Vernon wants you to masturbate to orgasm at least daily for the next week, collecting, measuring, and discarding your output, then return for another check next Friday afternoon. Is 4:30 okay for you?"

Mom said, "Yes, that'll be fine. Now, he is to collect and measure his semen, then flush it?" I was beginning to get dressed, pulling my boxers on and tucking my now flaccid penis and testicles down the left leg, them comically hanging past the hem of the boxers. This point didn't seem to be lost on either Mom or the nurse.

"Yes, that's right. Write the results down each time and bring that with you next week." Handing Mom a specimen cup she said, "Use this then rinse it each time. Doctor also wanted to know if you're involved in athletics or PE class," the nurse continued.

"I have PE every day," I replied.

"Okay, then she wants you to go to this seamstress and have a custom athletic supporter made before you go to any additional PE classes. She's a good seamstress. She does a lot of custom fitting of undergarments, bras for example, Mrs. Davis. So she'll be able to fit him properly. Take these instructions to her and if you go straight over there now, she should be able to get this done today for you," the nurse continued as she handed a piece of paper to Mom. "Here's an appointment reminder card for next Friday, also."

"Thank you," Mom told her just as I was finishing getting dressed.



Family Circus Ch. 03



We drove immediately over to the seamstress where Mom said, "I'll just wait here in the car. You go on in." I went into the shop, finding that it was owned by Koreans. There three women working at sewing machines; they looked like they may be grandmother, mother, and daughter based on their ages. The middle aged one greeted me as I handed her the paper from Dr. Vernon.

I told her, "Dr. Vernon sent me for a custom fitted supporter," as she was reading the paper.

Looking at me she said, "One minute, please," then turned toward the other two women telling them something in Korean. They both giggled as grandmother nodded and got up from her sewing machine.

Grandmother motioned to me to follow her saying, "You come this way. I fit you." In the back she motioned me to a little platform with a three-way mirror behind it. "You take of pant, I get pattern cloth," she said as she turned to a table and pawed through several piles of cloth. I removed my cargo pants and stood there waiting. She turned toward me with a piece of cloth in her hand and when she looked at me, I saw her eyes fix momentarily on my penis and testicles at the hem of my boxers before looking me in the eyes and saying, "No, no, you need shorts off, too."

I just mumbled, "Oh, okay," as I bent over and took off my shorts. 

As I stood back up, grandmother eyeballed my penis and testicles saying, "Ahh, you big. We fix right up." She rolled a stool over on the floor to the edge of the platform and motioned me toward her. "I use this to make pattern. We make supporter from soft cloth." She held the cloth up to my groin area, pressing it in on either side of my hanging equipment and pressing up from below my legs then began to make some chalk marks on the pattern cloth. Her touch made me begin to engorge again and almost immediately, my penis was arching, still hanging down but out in front of my thighs. As my penis pushed her pattern cloth away from me, grandmother giggled and said, "Can't fit you with that. You go in bathroom and take care of it." She motioned toward a door on the other wall.

"Right now?" I asked.

"Yes, yes, you want supporter today, right?" she prodded. I stepped off the platform and headed toward the door to the bathroom. It was small but clean and I shut the door behind me as I looked around. No lock on the door. Oh well, she knows I'm in here.

Standing in front of the toilet, I began to stroke my hardening penis until it was about fully erect, standing a little higher than straight out horizontally from my abdomen. It felt like it may take me a few minutes to make it happen having just cum about a half hour ago. I tried to picture something in my mind to help me along and ended up fixed on the hand job that Dr. Vernon had given me in the name of medical science. That seemed to be helping when I heard the bathroom door open to my left. I looked over and grandmother poked her head in asking, "How you doing?"

"Okay, I guess," I replied. Her head disappeared but the door remained open partway.

In a moment, the door opened further, grandmother and mother were standing there. Grandmother said, "We watch, okay?" as mother nodded her head.

All I could do was nod my head as the extra attention was pushing me quickly toward an orgasm. "Oh shit, here it comes," I thought as I continued to stroke while aiming toward the bowl as best as I could. Four large ropes of semen shot from my penis in rapid succession followed by two smaller ones, and then a few dribbles. I continued to stroke slowly as the orgasm faded.

"Ahh, good," I heard from the doorway. When I turned to look, all three of them were standing there, grandmother, mother, and daughter, nodding their heads in approval. Mother and daughter turned and walked away as grandmother stood there watching me milk the last few drops from my penis. It was completely flaccid now after its endeavors as I turned toward the door and grandmother.

"Okay?" I asked.

"Yes, better," she replied. I followed her back to the platform where she made some more marks on the pattern cloth, measured my waist, and the distance from ly waist in front on my abdomen to my waist in back above my butt, the tape carefully placed to the right side of my penis and testicles. "You wait here. Put on pants if you want, while I make supporter." I figured, "What the hell. It's not like they haven't seen me," so I just sat down in an old wooden swivel desk chair in just my T-shirt and socks, testicles laying on the cool wood of the chair seat, penis hanging slightly off the front of the seat.

Passing the time looking around the room, I heard someone in front saying, "Come back here, we fit you Mrs. Borman." Before I could cover up, mother and an older woman, probably in her late sixties rounded the corner. The older woman, tall and overweight stopped short when she saw me sitting there.

She stared at my penis hanging off the front of the chair seat for a moment then regained her composure. "Oh my. Are you here to get the hem taken up in that thing, young man?" she asked with a smile.

"Custom fitted supporter, ma'am," I told her. "I can go out front and wait if you'd like."

She seemed to consider that idea for a moment then said, "You can't go out front like that. Besides, I kind of like the scenery and at my age I have no modesty left," as she stepped up on the platform and pulled her top off over her head. Her bra was huge, the back about four inches wide at the clasps. Reaching around behind her, she undid the multitude of clasps letting the bra fall off her shoulders. Huge tits tumbled out. They were massive, hanging down below her waist. "And you think you've got problems, young man," she glanced my way. "Nothing to match a fat old lady like me."

Mother was working on her with her measuring tape, measuring every which way and writing in a small notebook before having her lean over at the waist. Those huge udders hung down, way away from her body and the lady helped mother keep the tape measure in place to measure her overall size around her upper torso including the long trip toward the floor and back to travel down and back around those hanging fun bags. Straightening back up, she looked toward me and saw that I had a partial erection. Instead of laying on and over the edge of the chair seat, my penis was sticking almost straight out, lying on the edge of the seat and poking out beyond like the end of a teeter-totter. "I'll take that as a compliment, young man," she said as she leaned over to collect those tits into the cups of her bra before straightening back up to fasten all the clasps in back. After pulling her top on over her head, she stepped down off the platform and came over next to me. Patting me on the shoulder she said, "Good luck with that supporter, young man. They do very good work here." Then she turned and headed out toward the front of the store.

Sitting there alone again, I was soon bored and my erection faded as the end of my penis hung down off the edge of the seat. After a while, grandmother returned with a supporter in her hand. How the hell someone can whip up something like that so fast I have no idea. She handed it to me and said, "You try on." I stood up, penis and testicles swaying between my legs as I stepped into the support one foot at a time. The sack part of the supporter looked rather large, but my equipment filled it up. As I was trying to figure out how to pack my penis into the sack, which way was most comfortable, grandmother was helping me, pulling gently on the sides of the soft material and actually moving my testicles around a bit. All packed in I straightened up and found that it was actually pretty comfortable. It felt odd to not have the weight of my penis and testicles tugging at me. Grandmother asked, "Fit good. You like?"

"Yes, it's very comfortable. Thank you," I told her. 

"I give you bill up front. You mail check," she told me as she walked toward the front of the store.

I pulled off the new supporter, penis and testicles swinging free and was just picking up my boxers when daughter appeared around the corner. With very little Asian accent she asked, "Does the supporter fit well?"

"Yes, it does. It's very nice. Do you want to see?" I asked.

"No, that's okay. My grandmother does very good work. She can almost just look at a woman and make a bra that fits perfectly," she told me. "Both my mother and grandmother are very impressed by your size. Actually, I am, too. I've never seen anything like that."

"Yeah, I guess I'm a bit of a freak show," I told her as I pulled on my boxers and arranged myself in them.

"No, not a freak, just very big," she told me as I fastened the waist of my cargo pants and buckled my belt. "You have a nice day," she finished before going into the bathroom and closing the door.

I walked up front where grandmother handed me a bill and said, "Come back, three weeks, we check supporter."

"Okay, thanks," I told her as headed out of the shop to the car.

"When do you get your supporter?" Mom asked as I got in the car.

Raising the little bag in my hand I replied, "Got it already. They're fast. Here's the bill," handing her the bill from grandmother.

Back home, Mom reminded me as we walked into the kitchen, "Don't forget doctor's orders, Bobby. Here," as she handed me the specimen cup. 

As I was leaving the kitchen, Vickie came in the other door asking, "What did the doctor say?" I motioned toward Mom as I left and headed to my room to flop on my bed.

Later that evening after dinner, I was lying on my bed listening to the radio when Mom came in. "Did you follow Doctor's orders? Here's a piece of paper we can record your output on," she said as she handed me a piece of paper.

"We?" I asked.

"Well, I want to make sure you measure and record it accurately," she replied.

"I'm not an idiot, Mom," I told her somewhat crossly.

"Bobby, I'm your mother. Mothers have certain prerogatives," she told me. "I want it done right for the doctor. Have you collected any output that we need to record since we got home?"

"No, Mom, I haven't," I replied.

"Well then we probably should," she replied.

"They already collected a sample from me this morning at the doctor's office, Mom," I told her, conveniently omitting information about the load I deposited in the toilet at the seamstress.

"The doctor ordered 'at least daily' meaning one or more times, and she told me more than once would be better."

"I didn't hear anyone say that," I said.

"Dr. Vernon told me in the hallway, before the nurse and I came back into the room," Mom replied.

"She did?"

"Yes, she did. So now might be a good time," Mom said, more like an order than a request.

"Right now? Right here?" I asked.

"You can't do it in the shower like you usually do, it would be hard to use the specimen cup in there and get an accurate reading," she said. "So right here seems like a good, controlled place to do it." When she saw the look on my face she added, "What? You don't think I know what you do in those long showers?"

"Whatever," I said as I laid there.

She walked over and shut my door before returning to my bedside saying, "Okay buster, right now. Pants off."

"Mom," I pleaded.

"Now, Bobby. It's not like I haven't seen you naked plenty of times," she told me.

"But not jacking off," I replied as I pulled my pants and boxers down and off my feet, tossing them on the foot of the bed. Then for good measure I pulled my T-shirt off over my head and tossed it on my pants and boxers.

"Oh, wait a minute," she told me as she turned and went out in the hall, leaving my door open. While she was gone I saw Vickie walk by my door and glance in at me, lying there naked on my bed. When Mom returned she had a box of tissues in her hand as she closed the door behinds her.

"You left the door open and Vickie walked by and saw me," I told her.

"Oh, sorry. It doesn't really matter. She knows what's going on," Mom replied matter of factly. She produced a tube of K-Y Jelly from the pocket of her robe and handed it to me. "Do you want this?"

"I guess so," I replied.

I squirted a good amount of the K-Y into my palm then lifted my penis from lying between my legs onto my abdomen trying to stroke it at the same time. With its length and as flaccid as it was, when I tried to stroke it it just bent on itself instead of sliding through my hand. Mom said, "Oh here," as she grasped the base part of my shaft in her right hand. "Is that better? It won't move around on you now." A more successful stroke on my part was her answer and I began to stroke in earnest now as my penis gained in stiffness. As I continued to stroke, I realized that Mom was gently stroking the base of my penis with her right hand before switching to her left. I felt her light touch on my testicles, lifting them, letting them roll around on her right palm and fingertips as she began to slowly stroked with her left.

That was really turning me on. My own mother handling my testicles and penis like that and I felt myself rising toward an orgasm. As my hips began to rock Mom stopped stroking with her left hand and picked up the specimen cup as she continued to fondle my testicles with her right hand. "Almost there, baby? It's okay, you just go for it," she said softly. As I was just about to cum, she moved quickly, her right hand pushing my hand out of the way to grasp my penis and continue stroking it as she positioned the cup to catch my semen. Aiming my penis into the specimen cup she continued to stroke as it began pulsing, ejecting several good sized ropes of semen into the cup followed by some smaller spurts and then a few drips. Slowing her hand to a stop, she held my penis for a few moments before laying it down on my abdomen. Raising the cup in her hand to the bedside table lamp, she squinted through the translucent plastic at the numbers before mumbling to herself and writing the date, time, and quantity on the piece of paper she'd brought in the room.

"Okay, now that wasn't so difficult, was it?" she asked. "I need to get to bed after I rinse this out." Leaving the room she said "Good night," as she closed the door behind her. I laid there on the bed, semen oozing from my now softening penis lying there on my abdomen.



Family Circus Ch. 04



Drifting, drifting I dozed off and was sleeping soundly when I was awakened by Vickie's voice. "Bobby, you awake?"

I looked at my alarm clock - 2:00 AM. "Yes, I'm awake now, Vickie." I realized I had crawled under my covers sometime after falling asleep.

"Is it true? Doctor Vernon said to masturbate every day? That shouldn't be hard for you, that's your normal routine anyway isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes, it's true. And Mom seems to think she needs to 'help' me," I replied.

Vickie said, "I figured. She had a long session with her vibrator when she went to bed after 'helping' you."

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"I can hear the vibrator when it's on high, and I can sometimes hear her," she replied, "I thought you would have heard it sometimes, too."

"Guess not."

Softly she asked, "Can I see it, Bobby, I mean see it up close? I'm just curious is all."

"Whatever, Vickie," I replied. She wasted no time pulling my covers down.

"Gawd, it's huge, Bobby. And your balls, they're big, too. Do they hurt or anything?" she blurted out.

"No, don't hurt," I answered.

"Can I, uh, touch it? I've never seen, let alone touched a dick that big before," she said.

"Yeah, go ahead. Everyone else has either handled it or stared at it or both today," I answered resignedly.

She gently grasped and picked up my penis, holding it like something fragile, lying across her hand, end hanging down. "It feels pretty heavy." Laying my penis down on my abdomen, she picked up my testicles and cradled them softly in her hand, fingertips moving softly against the sides of the orbs. "Your balls are heavy, too. Seems like they'd be uncomfortable."

"Yeah, they feel heavy but I've gotten used to them."

"So did Mom actually jack you off, like, uh," she asked as she grasped my penis again and attempted to stroke it.

"First she watched me then she took over at the end to make sure she collected everything in the little measuring cup," I replied. "Now that you've stared at and handled me, do I get to do the same with you?" I asked her.

She seemed to consider my request for a moment before saying, "Yeah," and shucking her sleep shirt off over her head. She was naked underneath. Her body was nice, real nice. Nice tits, just big enough to hang just a little, a fairly small waist, nicely sized hips and legs, and a neatly trimmed bush.

I rolled on my side facing her, moved over on the bed and patted the side toward her. "Here, you said 'yes' to me handling you, too," I told her. Without a word she laid down on her back next to me. Her tits sagged a bit to each side of her chest and I reached to touch the closer one before letting my fingertips drift down her abdomen to that shaved bush. I felt her hand on my penis as it began to stiffen under her touch. "You have a beautiful body, Vickie," I told her as I leaned over to kiss her. Our lips met and parted letting our tongues dance with each other as she rolled toward me and began to rub my back. I felt her put her leg over me before she reached down to grab my penis and try to insert it into her pussy. I reached over her to retrieve the K-Y tube from where Mom had left it on my bedside table and gave it to her. She quickly opened it, squirted some on her hand, flipped the lid closed, then handed it back to me. As I was reaching to put it back on the bedside table I felt the coolness of the K-Y then the warmth of her pussy as she slid my penis into her. 

Scooting down a bit, she took as much as she could into herself before saying "That's all I can take of it. Oh, and don't worry, I'm on the pill." I began to gently thrust in and out of her as we lay together, on our side facing each other. Her hips moved against me with each thrust as we each became more and more aroused. Locked in a deep, probing kiss, we lay there fucking on my bed, each enjoying the other's body. We remained locked in the kiss as each of us came, first Vickie then me, then laid motionless except for our tongues, continuing to dance with each other.

We fell asleep like that, me still in her, wetness oozing out onto our thighs and didn't wake up until I heard Mom moving around. "Vickie, wake up. It's past 6:00 am, I hear Mom up getting her shower."

She awoke with a start. As she realized where she was and what time it was, her first words were, "I can't believe you stayed in me all night. I better get out of here while Mom's in the shower." She rolled away from me gently, letting my penis flop out of her as she sat and then stood up. Retrieving her sleep shirt off the floor she pulled it on over her head and wiggled that fine body into it before leaning over and giving me a little kiss on the forehead. "Later," she said softly as she turned and slipped out my door, closing it silently behind her.

I laid there thinking about the previous days. "Let's see," I thought, "It's been twenty-four hours since I woke up with this thing. In that time, I've been stared at by my sister, was jacked off by my doctor, jacked off in front of a Korean family of seamstresses, seen an old woman topless as I was on display to her, jacked off with my mother, and fucked my sister. It was a hectic twenty-four hours."

Saturday morning, what to do first. Maybe a shower. Mom was in her shower in the master bath, since she like to jack me off apparently, and didn't mind walking in on me in the shower, what if I surprised her by going into her shower. That might be interesting, eh? It wasn't like we hid our bodies in our house. Mom had raised us to be comfortable and unashamed of nudity. Naked, I padded out of my bedroom and into hers, then into the bathroom. She was facing away from me in the shower and her ample butt greeted me as I came into the bathroom. Mom was a little thick but not obese with her age, large hips and butt, still a visible waist, and large tits that hung down a good deal. I called out, "Mom, I need a shower. Can I come in with you?"

She turned around a saw me standing there naked. "Uh, yeah, sure, if you want to," she answered. "First go get the specimen cup from the hall bath counter in case we need it."

I headed out into the hall and passed Vickie on the way back. "I'm taking a shower with Mom. She may want to 'help' me comply with doctor's orders," I laughed as I said it. Vickie lifted her sleep shirt to show me she was still naked underneath after he shower. "Later," I told her.

Back in Mom's bathroom, I placed the specimen cup up on top the the shower door rail where it would be handy then slid the door open, stepped in, and slid the door closed behind me. Mom was rinsing off. Finished she turned to me and said, "This is like when you were little." Looking down at my penis and testicles she continued, "Well maybe not 'just' like then." Looking at her naked there was starting to raise an erection on me already. She noticed immediately and asked, "Does your naked Mama do that to you?"

"I think so," I told her, "I need a hug." I held my arms out and Mom stepped into them with arms out to hug me. Her wet, naked body up against mine heightened my arousal and I felt my penis engorging, rising between her legs and rubbing on her inner thighs as it attempted to rise. I felt her actually bow her legs slightly and free it to rise unhindered to her crotch, where it pressed against her bush. Our hug continued for maybe a minute before Mom let go of me and backed up. My penis was now standing out at full erection, a bit higher than horizontal, pointing at her.

"I think we need to collect a specimen," she told me as she reached for my penis with one hand and the soap with another. Soaping it up to a nice, slick feel, she began to stroke my penis with both hands. After a few minutes of that, she pushed my penis down slightly, stepped toward me, and while standing on her tiptoes, stuck it between her thighs. I stooped down a bit to match heights up a bit better as she began to move forward and backward on my penis, not inserting it into her pussy but just rubbing it along its length up against her body between her legs. With her arms wrapped around my shoulders her movement to rub the length of my penis was squashing then releasing her tits against my chest and I was getting turned on, rapidly approaching an orgasm. "You tell me when you're about to release so we can catch it in the specimen cup, okay?" she told me. 

"I'm nearly there," I managed to get out. I was nearly at the top, about to let go. I reached up to the top of the slider door rail to grab the specimen cup and told Mom, "I'm about to cum." She took the cup from me, jumped back off my penis blocking the shower as it sprayed on her back, grabbed my penis, and began stroking it near the glans as she positioned the cup to catch my semen. "Oh damn," was all I could say as I tumbled over the top, my legs flexing involuntarily, my penis spurting ropes of semen into the cup. Two or three big ropes then several smaller ones hit the cup as my orgasm spent itself there with Mom holding my penis.

"There baby, there. That's a good one. You needed to get that out," Mom said softly to me as she gently milked my penis. I was feeling light headed and I backed up to sit down on the seat molded into the tub enclosure. "You okay, Bobby?" Mom asked me, sounding concerned, as she sat the specimen cup up on the top slider rail again.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just needed to sit down for a minute," I replied. Mom stepped toward the seat and stooped down in front of me, my testicles and penis hanging off the front of the seat toward her. She cradled my testicles in both hands, lifting them slightly as she lightly massaged them with her fingertips. "They're working overtime this week, I think." You rest for a minute then wash up. I'm finished and I'm going to get out," she said. With that, she slid the door open, stepped out onto the mat, retrieving the specimen cup and setting it on the bathroom counter before pulling her towel from the rack and drying herself off. I sat there for a few minutes before standing up and washing up.

That evening, Vickie came quietly into my room again, but this time as soon as Mom had gone in her bedroom an shut the door. She came in naked this time, not even concerned with her sleep shirt. She quietly crawled into bed under the covers and was greeted by a full erection, my penis straight on my abdomen, trembling at the thought of my sister's beautiful body up against it. Our lovemaking was long and slow that evening, unhurried. We awoke, startled the next morning, by Mom standing by the bed in her robe. "What's going on?" she asked.

Vickie, with a bit of defiance in her voice said, "Nothing much different than when you're collecting specimens, Mom." Mom turned and walked out of the room. I looked at Vickie and didn't know what to say. "Hey, what's okay for her is okay for me, Bobby. She's got no right to be pissed at me," she said.

The rest of Sunday passed by fairly quietly. Mom prodded me a couple of times to "follow doctor's orders" which had become a code phrase meaning she wanted to watch me jack off into the specimen cup. Each time she took over near the end to ensure that the semen was properly collected, measured, and recorded.

Monday at school, I headed into my second period PE class waiting to see the reaction in the locker room. Unlocking and opening my locker, I hung my new supporter on the hook on the inside of the door as I began to undress. One of my main tormenters saw the supporter and yelled, "Hey, needle dick. What's that jock strap for? You got nothing to support." Several other guys in the locker room turned and looked at me just as I was pulling my cargo pants and boxers off. When my penis and testicles swung free the room went silent as everyone stared at me.

I pulled on my supporter, stuffing my equipment into the soft mesh pouch, pulled on my gym shorts, closed my locker, picked up my shoes and socks and went out into the gym, leaving the room quiet behind me. I heard no more derogatory comments about the size of my penis.

The week passed quickly with Mom generally wanting to "follow doctor's orders" every morning before I got dressed for school and every afternoon after I returned home. The piece of paper was rapidly filling up with entries. Vickie came in and slept with me every night though on a couple we simply cuddled up and went to sleep without sex.



Family Circus Ch. 05



On Friday, school finished, we drove down to Dr. Vernon's office after school. After checking in we waited in the reception area until the nurse called my name and we followed her back to an exam room. Mom handed her the paper with the entries on it which the nurse scanned over with some interest. She then turned to Mom and told her, "If you could wait out in the waiting room, I'd appreciate it. We shouldn't be too long in here." 

Mom just said "Okay" and left the room.

The nurse told me, "Dr. Vernon has been called to the hospital for an emergency. She said that if it's okay with you, I'm to collect the specimen. If not, you can make another appointment. What would you like to do?"

"I guess it's fine if you do it, save me an extra trip over here," I told her.

"One more question. We have a nursing student with us this week. Would it be okay with you if I let her learn by watching? It's entirely up to you. If you'd be embarrassed or would rather not, that would be okay," she asked.

I thought for a moment before answering, "After this past week, I think I'm beyond embarrassing. It's okay with me."

"Okay, that's great," she told me. "Please disrobe completely and put this gown on. I'll be back in a few minutes." I took off my clothes, hanging them over the chair in the exam room then donned the silly robe before getting up on the exam table and lying back to relax. In a few minutes the nurse returned with a younger woman in tow. She introduced me to the student then began to explain what was going on. "Mr. Davis here came in a week ago after his genitals enlarged or swelled a great deal overnight. Doctor performed an exam including testicular, prostate, and a semen specimen for both volume and sperm count. Everything was negative for abnormalities except for his semen volume being on the very high end of the normal range. She advised Mr. Davis to masturbate at least daily, track his semen output for a week, then return here for another collection for lab analysis. Now, if you scan through the record he brought in, you'll notice that even with multiple emissions each day, the volume of each emission remained very high."

"Mr. Davis, I'm not sure what position Dr. Vernon used last week when collecting your output. Were you lying on your back?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"Okay, well I'm going to use a different position, one I prefer when there are larger volumes involved. It makes it easier for me to collect the specimen safely. Okay?" she asked.

Wondering what she had in mind, I answered, "Sure. I assume you know what you're doing."

"Okay, yes I do. Now, let's sit up, remove the gown and get it out of the way," she directed. I sat up and when I did, my penis flopped down between my thighs from where it had been lying on my abdomen. At the same time, the nurse pulled my gown off, exposing me fully to the nursing student. I heard a just audible gasp from her when she saw me naked. "Now Mr. Davis, if you could roll over onto your knees. Yes that's right. Now just bend over and rest your weight on your elbows and forearms. Yes, that's it." I was now on my knees and elbows on the exam table, ass up in the air, penis and testicles hanging down toward the table. To the student the nurse continued, "Now Christine, it's time for the exam gloves, K-Y, and a specimen cup before we begin."

I heard them behind me, donning gloves before they returned to my side. With the nurse by my left hip and the student looking over her shoulder, the nurse continued. "As you can see, this position exposes his penis entirely, free of obstruction and makes it easy to place the specimen properly in the cup which we can, for the time being, place here on the table for use when we need it. Now take note of how far his testicles hang down. You want to make sure you don't bump into them with your hand or you'll make it difficult for him to maintain an erection, making the whole procedure take longer."

"Mr. Davis, you're comfortable?" she asked me.

I had my head resting on the exam table and I mumbled, "Yeah, I'm fine."

To the student, "Okay, if you could apply a fair amount of K-Y to my left palm, please. Yes, that's good. We'll begin with a slow stroking of his penis with my left hand." I felt the cool K-Y as she grasped my penis near the glans and began to pull gently down on it, releasing her grip as she moved her hand back up each time. Continuing her stroke on my penis, she continued to the student, "Until he's more fully erect, we'll use a downward stroke only. Now, apply some K-Y to his anus and I'll show you a technique that generally will speed things up a bit." I felt the cool K-Y on my butt followed by her finger penetrating my rectum. "Is that uncomfortable, Mr. Davis?" she asked me as she worked her finger into my anus.

"I feel some pressure, but it's not bad," I told her.

"Good that's normal," she replied to me before continuing with the student. "Usually a bit of a prostate massage will improve the erection and shorten the time to orgasm." She was correct. What she was doing felt like it was arousing and I felt my erection get firmer. When she felt me stiffen more in her hand, she began to stroke with longer strokes up and down while her finger was applying changing pressure in my anus. "I don't know if you can tell, but he seems to have acieved full, or very nearly full erection and I'm stroking both up and down and longer now. It shouldn't take very long now. Would you like to try it before he releases? It's the best way to learn."

I heard the student agree and the nurse told her, "Here, come over here. Load up with the K-Y and you can take over for me." I felt hands change on me and a finger slide out of my anus to be replaced by another. The student's strokes were tentative until the nurse corrected her. "More authority, Christine. You're in charge." The student's strokes became more solid as her finger in my anus was alternately applying pressure and relaxing, driving me quickly to orgasm. "Mr. Davis, please let us know when you're nearing release so we can position the specimen cup." I nodded my head.

Within a couple of minutes, I blurted out, "I'm almost there."

"Here, I'll place the cup here, you remain steady with your stroking, and direct his semen into the cup," the nurse told the student. I rushed over the top, spurting repeatedly before the orgasm subsided. "There, you did a good job, Christine," the nurse congratulated the student. "You did, too, Mr. Davis," she told me, "You can get dressed and I'll be back in with your mother in a few minutes."

I climbed down off the exam table feeling a little wrung out. Pulling on my boxers I arranged myself then pulled on my cargo pants, socks, and T-shirt. As I was tying my shoes the nurse returned with Mom. "As I told your mother, Mr. Davis, unless the doctor gets in touch with you after she reviews the information you brought in, there will be no need to continue the regimen she ordered last week," the nurse told me. With a "have a nice day" she left the room.

On the way home Mom told me, "I'm almost disappointed that we're done collecting the specimen. I was enjoying the time with you. I feel like I'm losing something here."

I asked, "Well, what would you like to do about it. I liked it, too. I liked your touch. I liked being naked with you. Actually, do you think it would be okay if I spent more time around the house naked? It's just more comfortable for me, especially now that I have to stuff all this in my pants."

"I have no problem with it if Vickie doesn't and I assume she won't based on how close you two have apparently become," Mom replied. "I'm not so sure how I feel about that either."

"It's okay, Mom," I told her, "We're not doing anything wrong."

"I'm not so sure, Bobby," was all Mom said. Then she was quiet the rest of the way home.

Back home, I headed to my room and undressed, wanting to test Mom's reaction to me being naked more. Lying on my bed I was thinking about our trip to our grandma's house - Mom's mother. Vickie and I spent a couple of weeks there each summer for as long as I could remember. Mom would be taking us over on Saturday morning. She'd return home on Sunday since she had to work the next week. While I was lying there Vickie walked in. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Just thinking about the trip," I told her.

"No, I mean why are you nude?" she pressed.

"Oh, I asked Mom if it was okay if I went naked more around the house. She said it was fine with her as long as it was okay with you. Well, okay with you?" I asked.

"Of course it is. Wonder how she'll react to my doing the same thing. We'll check it out," she told me as she headed out of my room. In a few minutes, she returned naked. "Let's go watch TV," she said. We headed down the hall to the den where we plopped down on the couch and turned on the television. We were still sitting there naked when Mom walked in.

"What, you, too, Vickie?" she asked.

"Sure, why not? I enjoy the freedom. Try it, Mom. You'll like it, too," she replied.

"we'll see," Mom answered without much commitment in her voice as she left the den. Vickie and I looked at each other and laughed.

We sat watching TV until Mom called us for dinner. Heading into the kitchen we found Mom standing in the kitchen wearing just an apron. It was a bib apron and her tits splooged out each side of the bib. Time to sit down to the table, she removed the apron, hung it on the oven handle, and joined us naked at the table. "Is this what you want, me naked with you all the time?" she asked us.

"Sure, why not?" Vickie asked. "Doesn't it feel nice. You have to admit it feels nicer than wearing clothes."

"Yeah, maybe. I just need to get used to it, I guess," Mom replied. "we'll leave about seven o'clock in the morning to drive to Mother's house. I want to get there early so I can return home tomorrow night rather than Sunday."

"Okay, Mom," I told her. "I'll be ready."

"Me, too," Vickie chimed in.

After dinner Vickie and I helped Mom clean up the kitchen, all three of us laughing and joking about our nakedness together. It could become very natural, very quickly. Finished in the kitchen, Vickie and I returned to the den and the television. Sitting next to one another on the couch, I put my arm around Vickie's shoulders. In return, she put her hand on my thigh. I felt my penis stir, lying on the couch between my thighs.

Soon Mom came in, still naked, and joined us. She sat down on my other side and patted my thigh. "There, how's that? I'm getting used to it already," she told us. With them so close on either side of me, my penis began to stir, first straightening itself then rising slightly off the seat cushion. Mom noticed it and commented, "It's waking up?" as she moved her hand from my thigh and lightly wrapped her fingers around my hardening penis. "Does it need some release, Bobby?" She began to stroke gently, elicited more rise from it. "I think it does, don't you, Vickie?" Vickie just giggled and agreed, suggesting that I stand up. Mom agreed with that suggestion and urged me to stand up in front of them.

Out voted on the matter, I stood up, facing them. Mom told Vickie, "Go get a paper cup from the kitchen." Vickie got up and left returning in a few moments with a Dixie cup. Mom began to stroke my penis in earnest, using both hands as Vickie began to cup my testicles in her hand and lightly massage them with her fingertips.

Vickie told Mom, "I just love the way his balls hang and roll around in my hand.

"Yeah, I like that, too. But I just can't keep my hands off this penis of his. I'm fascinated by it," Mom replied. "I've never seen or touched anything like it before in my life." I was pretty much ignoring their chatter as Mom stroked and Vickie fondled and I was becoming more and more aroused. Soon my legs were flexing involuntarily and I knew I was getting close. Mom stopped stroking with her left hand, continuing with just her right as she picked up the paper cup Vickie had set on the couch. I began to moan under my breath just before I peaked with an more audible groan. Mom raised the cup, aiming my penis into it just as I let go, penis pulsing in her hand, ropes of semen hitting the cup, Mom stroking more slowly the slowing to a stop along with the last few dribbles of cum. "There now, Bobby. Isn't that better?" Mom asked.

"Oh yeah," was about all I could manage to say as I sat back down on the couch. Mom set the paper cup on the end table and leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm going to bed now so I'm ready for the drive tomorrow morning," Mom said. "You two should probably do the same."

"Yeah Mom," we both echoed to her as she headed out of the den. Vickie and I sat there watching television for a few minutes before she quietly went down the hall and returned telling me, "Her vibrator is going. We won't be seeing any more of her tonight." With that she shoved me over on the couch and slid up my length until she was able lay a lip lock on me and probe for my tonsils with her tongue. As my penis engorged, it climbed from between my thighs to up between Vickie's as she lay on top of me.

I broke off the kiss telling her, "Roll off me. Let me on top." She rolled off me and I got up so she could lie down on the couch. I slipped on top of her and continued the deep kissing, my fully erect penis between our abdomens. "I want to kiss you all over," I told her as I began to slide down her body leaving a trail of wet kisses as I went. Finding her breast, I kissed and licked all around the nipple before gently sucking as much as could of into my mouth. Switching breasts, I did the same on the other side before continuing my trip down her body. Tongue tracing a track down from her chest to navel, I probed her naval gently before continuing down to her neatly trimmed bush. I licked and kissed all around it before scooting down and working my shoulders under her thighs, reaching around them to take a tit in each hand as I began to lick around her pussy lips, tracing their shape repeatedly, each time pushing in slightly more until I was probing as deeply as I could the length of her lips from front to back. She was beginning to squirm under my touch and murmur softly.

She said "Oh damn" several times before stiffening up and squeezing my head between her thighs in a tight clinch. As she settled, I popped up and crawled back up to kiss her, our tongues probing each other's mouth. I was between her thighs and Vickie reached down attempting to guide my penis into her pussy. I slipped back down a bit to help that effort then, as I felt it penetrate into the wet hotness of her passion, I gently advanced to slide in slowly without hurting her when I hit bottom. Gently I began to thrust, slowly letting it build. My immediate need to cum tempered by Mom jacking me off into the Dixie cup allowed me to prolong it, stroking slowly, bending down to suck on her breasts, kiss her cheeks, kiss her lips. We made love slowly and gently for a long time before I felt myself getting close to release and began to fuck faster, faster strokes until I felt my penis take over and begin to pulse semen into my sister. Stopping as deep as I could in her I felt her squeezing and releasing on my penis as its pulses faded and I collapsed on her. We kissed long and deep before rolling over onto our side, my penis still all the way in her as it began to soften. Lying there we continued to kiss until we fell asleep.



Family Circus Ch. 06



We woke suddenly in the morning when we heard Mom say, "Time to wake up!" I startled awake to find her standing in the den, looking down on us. She hadn't gotten dressed yet and was as she slept, naked. Vickie woke with a start, me with a sleep erection slipping out of her as she jumped up off the couch. "Did you two sleep well, I assume?" Mom asked, with a bit of sarcasm in her voice. Vickie headed out of the den as Mom told me, "You know this isn't right, don't you? If anyone else finds out they'll think very badly of us. I don't know what to think of us, myself."

"I don't know either. Everything just changed suddenly when I had that damn dream and woke up with this size. I can't explain it, can you?" I asked.

"No, I can't either. I just have the urge to throw all caution to the wind since you waved that thing waved around in front of me," she answered. "Get up and get going. We need to leave soon. I'm going to go get dressed."

The two and a half hour ride to Gram's house was about the same as all our rides there, nothing much out of the ordinary. When we got there, we carried mine and Vickie's bag into the house and met Gram at the door for our usual hugs hello. Gram was in her mid-sixties, still real sharp witted and not slowing down much physically. Her two sisters, each a little older than she lived nearby and the three of them were great pals along with a couple of their friends they'd known since grade school. The whole group of them was without husbands for various reasons, divorce, death, etc., and I'd seen them get pretty randy, especially after they'd had a few highballs and sat around swapping stories, memories, and gossip. They always seemed to know who was doing what to or with whom in the area and could caw about it seemingly without end.

Gram's house had no air conditioning and was pretty warm in the summer though a nice breeze through all the open windows seemed to mitigate the heat to some degree anyway. We were sitting there in her living room drinking iced tea chatting about this and that when Mom suddenly said, "Mother, you should see Bobby. He's suddenly grown up, way up."

"What do you mean, Sarah?" Gram asked Mom, "He looks about the same size as last time I saw him at Christmas."

"No, Mother, that's not what I mean. Bobby, show her what I'm talking about," Mom told me. Gram grew up on the farm so reproductive stuff, penises, testicles, vaginas pretty much just rolled off her like water off a duck in a very matter of fact manner. Besides that, I was getting very used to showing off my "new" equipment, actually growing to enjoy it, get a thrill out of it. In addition, Gram had seen Vickie and I both naked as we grew up, playing in the sprinkler and wading pool in the back yard naked, getting baths at her house, etc. So it didn't faze me in the least. I stood up from the couch facing Gram in her overstuffed chair, undid my cargo pants, pulled them down along with my boxers, then straightened back up for her to see my hanging penis and testicles.

"Mercy sakes!" Gram exclaimed. "When did that happen? Come over here Bobby so I can get a closer look." I shuffled across the floor with my pants first at my knees, then my ankles as they fell all the way down with my shuffling. Standing right in front of Gram, she reached out with her right hand and lifted my penis, cupping it softly in her hand and looked behind it at the orbs of my testicles, hanging there so low in my scrotum. Like she was checking a breeding farm animal, she reached out with her left hand and palmed my scrotum and hefted the testicles within. "My gosh, you're built like a sire horse, Bobby." She let go of my scrotum but continued holding my penis in her right hand as she asked Mom, "When did you say this happened?"

"About a week ago. He woke up that size. I didn't think it was normal so I took him to see the doctor. She checked him over, did a check of his semen, had us measure semen output for a week, then checked him again. As far as I've been told, it's unusual, very unusual but everything other than his size looks normal to her," Mom related.

"Well I don't recall ever seeing anything like this on a man before. A horse maybe but not a man," Gram replied. "Reminds me of that horse we had when your aunts and I were girls. I mean the one we sold semen from." As she continued to hold my penis I could feel myself beginning to engorge, getting a little heavier, thicker in her hand. Gram released my penis and instead of hanging back straight down with my testicles I arched out a bit, curving down along its length. "Bobby, you go put that thing away and let it calm down now," she told me with a chuckle.

"I'm going to take our junk upstairs," I told nobody in particular as I pulled up my pants and arranged myself. Picking up my bag and Vickie's, I headed for the stairs followed by Vickie. After I dropped Vickie's bag in her room, I went on into mine, unpacked, and put my stuff away. 

Vickie came into my room saying, "Shhhhh, come out here." I followed her out into the hall to the air return register in the floor. As kids we'd discovered that it was like a string and tin can telephone, piping conversations from the living room upstairs very clearly. We'd spent a lot of evenings listening in on the adult conversations after we were supposed to be in our rooms in the evening. "Listen," she whispered.

I could hear Mom telling Gram, "I'm certain those kids are having 'relations'."

Gram told her, "Well, you know they are adults now. There's not a whole lot you can do about it."

Mom asked, "So I'm supposed to just ignore the fact that my two children are screwing each other? They've been at each other like rabbits ever since Bobby woke up with that damn penis and testicles. Heck, I can hardly keep my hands off of it. Did you know that I insisted on 'helping' him follow the doctor's orders to 'masturbate to orgasm' and measure his output? No, of course you didn't know but you do now."

Gram said, "Well, you know, when I was young, there was a lot more of that going on than anyone ever admitted. When we were young, my sisters and I played 'doctor' with our brother. Hell, if he had been carrying a penis like that boy of yours I'd probably have screwed him myself. The bottom line is they have to live their own lives and we can't do much about it. Hopefully neither of them will get hurt by it. Vickie is on birth control, right?"

"Yeah, she is, for several years now," Mom replied.

"Then I think you're best to let it go, Sarah. Maybe it'll play itself out in the long run," Gram's tone made it clear that she thought the discussion was settled.

"I need to get going. I'll say goodbye to the kids," Mom stated. We heard her get up and walk toward the stairs so we quietly bolted into our respective rooms. When Mom came in I acted like I was just finished putting my clothes in the drawers.

"Goodbye, honey. I'll see you in a couple of weeks," Mom told me as she hugged me. Vicki and I walked with her out to her car and wished her goodbye.

Back inside Vickie asked Gram, "Is the badminton set still in the shed?"

"As far as I know," Gram replied.

"We should get it out and set it up, Bobby," Vickie told me.

"Sure, later," I replied.

"Why later?" Vickie asked.

Gram said, "Just go ahead and do it now, if you want to."

So Vickie and I went out to the shed, got the badminton stuff and set it up. While we were doing it, Gram came out and sat on the screened backporch, drinking iced tea. When we finished putting up the set, we went up on the porch with her and I discovered she was drinking one of her highballs, whiskey and a splash of water on the rocks. We took our seats in chair on the porch and sat there silently as Gram rocked and sipped her whiskey. Vickie broke the silence saying, "Gram, this back porch and back yard bring back a lot of memories. We played a lot out here. Slept a lot of summer nights on this porch to be cooler than in the house."

"I know, girl. I remember it all very well. My memory hasn't gone yet," Gram replied.

"Remember how when we were young we used to play out here naked almost all day? No cares in the world," Vickie said.

"Yes, I was just thinking about that. Now you're all grown up, soon will have responsibilities, childhood's gone," Gram replied.

"Well, would you mind if we played badminton naked again for old time's sake?" Vickie asked.

"It doesn't matter a whit to me, girl," Gram said matter of factly. "You're still just my little grandkids as far as I'm concerned."

"Thanks, Gram!" Vickie exclaimed as she jumped up and hugged her. Vickie looked at me and jerked her head toward the back door as she headed that way. I followed her into the pantry and then the kitchen.

"I was about to take my clothes off right there on the porch," I told her.

"No, let's do it upstairs then go back out. It gives us an excuse to be walking around the house naked," Vickie told me.

"Oh, I see where you're headed with this," I replied. Up in our rooms we shed our clothes in a flash and met each other in the hallway to head back downstairs. Out through the porch to the backyard where we played a game of badminton just like in the old days except for my penis and testicles never flopped and swung around like they did now and Vickie definitely didn't have those bouncing tits either. Just watching her running back and forth was made me engorge to the arching downward state, standing out away from my testicles. Finished with the game, I noticed that Gram ws no longer on the backporch. 

We headed into the kitchen to get some water and Gram called us from the living room, "Come in here, kids, and see your great aunts." With Vickie's implementation of her plan, we had to go in just as naked as we were and in we went. As we walked in naked, Gram said, "As I warned you, they've been reliving their youth of playing naked in the backyard."

"Hi, Aunt Liz, Hi, Aunt Lucille," we both said, almost in unison. They each had a highball in their hand, and they looked like they were near the bottom of whatever round they were on.

Aunt Lucille said, "Come here, boy. Let me take a look at you. Martha said you'd grown quite a set of equipment." I was a little surprised to here my great aunt refer to my penis and testicles as "equipment" but I went over to where she was sitting and stood facing her next to her overstuffed chair. Like Gram, she reached out with one hand to heft the equipment. Lifting my penis she peeked at my testicles and exclaimed, "For heaven's sake, Bobby's hung like that horse Daddy sold semen from." Another big sip of her highball and she held it out to Vickie. "Can you get me a refill, Not too much water, now." All the while she had a grip on my penis with one hand and after Vickie relieved her of he glass she reached out to cup my testicles and lift them gently. Letting them back down she said, "I guess he's not quite as big as that horse, but damn near." Still holding tight on my penis except now her hand had drifted down to the point that she was exerting a downward force with my penis basically holding her hand out in the air.

"You remember how we used to argue over who was going to coax the semen from that onery horse?" Aunt Lucille asked the room in general.

Vickie walked back into the room with the now full glass. "We've never heard this story," she said.

"Well girl," Aunt Lucille continued with only minimal prodding, "Liz, Martha, and I, once we learned how to do it, all wanted to play with that horse's thing until we got him to fill the cup. Then we'd give it to Dad and he'd refrigerate it until whoever requested it came and got it. Some folks wanted several loads at once and we'd have to wait a bit and then do that horse a couple more times, adding each to the collected semen. It got so we were out there pleasuring that horse every afternoon after school whether we needed to or not. Becky and Julie even started doing it with us. We learned a lot about arousing the male anatomy, I tell you." She still had a grip on me and between that and the story I was getting aroused but with the weight of Aunt Lucille's arm holding it down, my penis was simply engorging and waiting for its chance to be free from the extra weight. Its chance came soon when she released her grip and it basically climbed quickly to a full erection, standing out and up a fair amount above horizontal. Out of curiosity, I had actually measured an erection to see how big it was and it turned out to be nearly twelve inches when fully aroused.

Aunt Liz laughed and said, "Lucille, I think you've aroused that male anatomy, just like that damn horse." I saw a smile on all three of the sisters' faces as Aunt Liz continued, "You might as well finish the job you started, Lucille but let me get another highball first."

Vickie said, "I'll get one for you, Aunt Liz," as she took her glass and headed into the kitchen, the wiggle of her cute butt cheeks doing its best to arouse me further.

Lucille said to nobody in particular, "Well, let's see if I remember my stuff," as she began to stroke the length of my penis with a light grip. "Is that working, boy?" she asked me.

"Oh yeah, it's working," I said through gritted teeth.

Lucille yelled out toward the kitchen, "Vickie, bring back a paper cup when you come back with my highball." She was stroking my penis faster now and reached out with her left hand and began fondling my testicles, lifting them, lightly massaging them with her fingertips, lowering them. I was really rising fast and I realized that being jacked off in front of an "audience" really turned me on. My knees were beginning to flex just slightly as Vickie came back with the highball for Aunt Liz and a paper cup she handed to Lucille after Lucille let go of my testicles. "I think he's just about there, aren't you boy? I can tell just as well as I could with that horse."

"Oh yeah," was all I could say before I stretched my legs, felt my testicles tighten, tried to keep breathing regularly, and then began to cum. Lucille was ready with the paper cup and held it with my penis aimed at it as I shot four large ropes of semen into it then three small spurts, followed by a dribble that Lucille skimmed into the cup using the rim.

Gram said, "You haven't lost your touch, Lucille. You always could make that horse release faster than the rest of us." I was starting to feel lightheaded but I couldn't get away from Lucille because she hadn't released her grip on my softening penis.

Lucille let go of me and looked in the Dixie Cup as she stood up saying, "You did okay, boy. A pretty good ejaculation. You didn't figure an old woman like me would know a fancy word like that, did you?" She turned and walked toward the kitchen with the cup as I sat down on the floor, legs crossed, penis, testicles, and ass on the cool hardwood of the floor. I was wondering what the deal was with older women and having to jack it as soon as they layed eyes on my penis. Amazing.

Vickie said, "Let's go back outside, Bobby," and headed toward the kitchen. I climbed my way up off the floor and followed her out the back door. As soon as our feet hit the grass of the lawn, Vickie turned around and clinched me in a tight embrace, her tits squashed up against my chest, my penis arching down between her thighs. "Watching her jack you off made me hotter than a firecracker. Here I need you and you're all used up," she told me.

"I may still have something left in me that can help you out with your problem. Let's go down to the creek," I suggested.

"Okay. I'll go get some towels," she said over her shoulder as she headed back into the house. I went back up onto the porch to wait for her and sat down on the day bed that Gram kept out there. Vickie took longer than I expected.

When she returned, she was snickering to herself. "I went in quietly so they didn't know I was there and I heard them all talking about how they'd like to bend themselves over the kitchen table and have you use that thing of yours on them. After I listened for a bit, I made enough noise for them to hear me coming. It was pretty funny, you've got a bunch of old lady relatives who want to jump your penis."

"Yeah, well they'll have their chance since we'll be here for three or four weeks, I guess," I replied as we began walking toward the back of the property. On the creek bank, in the shade of a large oak we spread our towels out and I laid down on mine. After laying her towel out, Vickie didn't bother with it but instead laid down next to me on my towel and began to caress my penis lightly with her fingertips. 

It responded by engorging slightly. As Vickie lifted herself up to squat over me she guided my partially erect penis into her pussy and eased herself down onto it. "Good thing about that dick of yours is that it doesn't even have to be that hard to fill me up," she said with a slight smile on her face. She began to ride her hips on me, front to back, slowly then gradually building up speed until she was bucking back and forth on me about as fast as she probably could. After being jacked off by the old ladies, I was real slow in becoming aroused this time and Vickie was able to ride me to several orgasms of her own, her tits swaying and bouncing in time with the rapid hammering of her hips back and forth. Expended, Vickie laid down full length on me saying, "You didn't cum, you didn't even get hard. You tired?"

"Yeah, I think so. But it was nice, felt good even if I didn't cum," I replied. 



Family Circus Ch. 07



We laid their on the towel by the creek bank for some time, my sister Vickie and me, her on top of me, my flaccid penis still deep within her. I'd been too tired to cum myself but Vickie had enjoyed several orgasms before she gave out. I could feel her wetness on my scrotum as we laid there enjoying the full body contact. After a while, Vickie suggested, "We better go back up to the house. Gram's gonna' think we drowned or something." She climbed off of me letting my wet penis flop onto my abdomen as it fell out of her. I rolled over and stood up, leaned over and picked up our towels and followed Vickie back up toward the house. Watching her ass wiggle ahead of me as we walked made me begin to engorge slightly, just enough for my penis to arch foward a bit as it swung back and forth with my steps.

"Damn, that's a nice looking ass," I thought to myself. From the backyard we could see Gram sitting on the back porch, rocking, glass in her hand.

"I wonder what round she's on," Vickie said.

"No telling," I replied. Up onto the porch we went, Vickie in front of me flopping onto the day bed and leaning back against the cushion. I stood on the other side of Gram.

"Did you have fun down at the creek?" Gram asked.

We both said, "Yeah," kind of in unison.

"Your Mom says you two are intimate with each other. That true?" Gram asked.

"Yeah, it's true," Vickie replied matter of factly.

"Well, she was pretty concerned about it. Worried you might be hurt by it. I told her a lot more of that went on when I was young than most folks realized, or admitted," Gram continued. "You just be careful, you hear?"

Vickie responded with, "We are, Gram," before I could say anything. "We're just enjoying each other, that's all."

"Okay," was all Gram responded as she hoisted herself up out of her rocker. "Come on in, supper's about ready."

"Do you want us to get dressed for supper, Gram?" Vickie asked.

"You can if you want to. Doesn't really matter to me, girl. You can stay naked till the cows come home far as I'm concerned," Gram tossed back over her shoulder as she disappeared into the kitchen. After dinner, Vickie and I helped Gram clean up the kitchen before we went out and sat down on the porch. The sun was getting low and the temperature had moderated a bit and it felt very comfortable out there. Gram soon joined us and sat down in her rocker. "This is nice having you visit. I'm glad you can stay a few weeks this time," she told us.

"Yeah, it's nice," Vickie said. "I really like being here where we can go naked outside as much as we want."

"So I see, girl, so I see," Gram replied. Hearing tires crunch on the gravel of the drive made us all look toward the side of the house when Aunt Liz's car rounded the corner. She parked, and got out of the car. Walking toward us I saw she was wearing a loose fitting cotton dress, almost like a housedress. The sun caught it in such a way that it was obvious she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. The youngest of the three sisters, Liz was still in pretty good shape, actually all of them were for their age. 

As she came up the several steps to the porch, she said, "Enjoying an after dinner sit on the back porch, Martha?"

Gram replied, "Yes. Come and join us," as she motioned toward the day bed that Vickie and I slouched on. Aunt Liz sat down between us, patting each of us on the thigh.

"How are you kids enjoying your first day of vacation here on the farm?" she asked. 

Before I could say anything Vickie replied, "It's been real nice so far, Aunt Liz."

Reaching between my thighs, sliding her hand under my penis lying on the day bed, Liz gently lifted my scrotum, letting my testicles roll around on her fingers. "I've always liked the softness, the silky softness of a man's scrotum when it's hanging like this. It's so smooth and soft."

Gram said, "Well, Bobby's certainly hangsand feels smooth and soft enough, Liz."

Aunt Liz continued, "You know, Martha, watching Lucille bring this boy to release earlier this afternoon sure brought back some memories. You remember when we used to do that to Jack?" Jack was their brother, my only uncle who had died a few years earlier.

Vickie blurted out, "You did that with your brother?"

Gram replied, "Oh yes, girl. Many times. Kept him calmed down and manageable," she said chuckling as she did.

"How old were you?" Vickie asked.

"Oh, we were doing it from about the time he was twelve or so, I think it was," she replied, "Maybe until he was about nineteen."

Vickie just said, "Wow."

"We used to do it out in the barn didn't we, Martha?" Liz stated.

"Yes, that's a fact," Gram said. "I can remember just like it was yesterday."

Liz continued, "I feel like taking Bobby out there for old time's sake. That okay, Martha?"

Gram said, "That's up to you and Bobby, Liz. You don't need my permission."

"well boy?" Liz asked me, "What do you think?"

"Fine with me, Aunt Liz," I replied as I stood up, my penis and testicles swinging clear of Aunt Liz's fondling. With her leading the way, I followed out to the barn, my penis beginning to engorge a bit at the thought of Aunt Liz's touch.

Once inside the barn, Liz turned toward me saying, "Bobby, I don't want to play with that thing of yours, I want you to put it in me and give it to me best you can," as she quickly unbuttoned her housedress, off her shoulders it dropped. 

"Wow," was all I could say when I saw her body. She was in as good of shape as Mom. Large hips and thighs, still had a bit of a waistline, a little bit of belly, but huge tits, tits that hung way down her chest to her abdomen, tits with big areola and nipples pointing the way to her large bush of curly dark brown hair.

"Not bad for an old lady, huh?" she asked. My answer was a quickly growing erection. Looking at it Liz said, "I'll take that as a yes. Come here, boy." She turned away from me and leaned over on a sawhorse, bent at the waist, forearms on the sawhorse, ass pointed out. "Well, come on," she repeated. Looking at her in profile bent over like she was with her tits swinging was about all I could take. My penis was straining to lift itself toward the loft above us as I stepped over and positioned myself behind her. She reached back and grasped my erection, pushing it down, aiming it toward her pussy as I moved closer and felt it slide into her. Damn, she was wet and hot and I slid into her like butter.

"you've been thinking about this, haven't you?" I asked. "You're as wet as you can be."

"Better believe," she replied as she wiggled her butt and pushed back to plant me as deeply as possible. "I've been thinking about it ever since I watched Lucille beat that meat of yours. Now, enough talk." I grabbed her hips and began to thrust. She was taking my entire erection without any problem and I began to pull out almost all the way and pause with just the head of my penis in her on each stroke before sliding it back in its entire length. "Oh Bobby, that's good. Don't stop. I've been needing this for some time now. This is good," she was saying softly.

I leaned over onto her and reached around her for those tits, grasping one in each hand, lifting them, feeling their heft, and they were heavy, real heavy. I could feel the texture of her areolas as I juggled them on my fingertips. After giving each nipple a gentle squeeze and roll between my thumb and fingers I let her tits gently roll off my hands, smooth, soft skin sliding by my fingertips. Raising myself back up, I put my hands on her hips and went back to the long, slow strokes that had been shortened by my leaning over on her. Out to just the head of my penis in her then a long smooth stroke back to the hilt, over and over I drove into her. She was beginning to groan softly so I picked up the pace, still sliding almost almost all the way out but not pausing, hammering back into her hard and fast on each stroke. 

"Damn, I wished there was some way to watch her tits," I thought. "I bet they're swinging like mad." I could feel her beginning to shake under me, butt cheeks alternately flexing and relaxing as I hammered her from behind like a pile driver seeking bedrock.

"I want you to cum in me, Bobby. Sow that seed as deep in me as you can. I want to feel your cum hit me, hit me deep inside," she was saying as I was approaching my orgasm. All at once, I couldn't maintain my smooth steady stroke, becoming irregular as I felt my testicles tighten up. One last stroke and I buried myself to the hilt, involuntarily pushing into her with each pulse of my penis setting loose its load deep within her. I stood there for several moments, feeling her pussy squeeze and release on my penis. It felt like heaven. Pulling back, my penis dropped out of her to swing down, slinging a big drop of cum onto the floor.

"Very good," I heard from the direction of the door. "Liz, you always were the sluttiest one of us three." Looking toward the door I saw Vickie and Gram standing there looking at us.

"Yep, I guess I was. And it was worth it. Maybe you should try it. You'd find it a damn sight more satisfying than that vibrator of yours," Aunt Liz shot back as she bent down and picked up her housedress. Without donning it she walked past Vickie and Gram and out the door toward the house.

"Maybe I should," Gram said, "But not right now after you've used him up," as she turned to follow Aunt Liz toward the house.

Vickie stood there looking at me as I approached her. "Aunt Liz is a lot hotter than I figured," she said.

"Oh yeah," I replied. "Did you get load of those tits on her?"

"Yeah, I saw. I guess mine won't be good enough for you now," she replied.

"Yeah, right," I told her as we headed for the house, my arm around her shoulders. Back in the house we found Gram and Aunt Liz sitting in the living room, Liz still naked, sitting on her housedress on the couch.

As we came into the room I heard Aunt Liz saying, "...Becky and Julie over here." Becky and Julie were Gram and her sisters' best friends. They'd all hung together since elementary school and were very close.

"What's that?" Vickie asked.

"I was telling Martha here that we needed to invite Becky and Julie over here to see you kids. They haven't seen you since Christmas," Aunt Liz said. Now with us staying with Gram for several weeks and as often as the five women got together there was little doubt they'd be seeing us. So it wasn't exactly something that needed to be done, I thought as I sat down on the opposite end of the couch from Aunt Liz.

"When?" asked Vickie.

"How about tomorrow afternoon?" Gram asked.

"Great," Vickie answered as she sat down on the couch up against me between me and Aunt Liz. She immediately put her hand on my leg, palm on my thigh, fingertips grazing my penis lying between my legs. As we all sat there, Liz, Vickie, and me naked, Gram carried on like it was perfectly normal for her to be sitting there dressed with three naked people sitting opposite her. The conversation just went on like normal though I was beginning to engorge a bit as Vickie continued to lightly stroke my penis with her fingertips. As my penis climbed off of the couch cushion to stand out in between and parallel to my thighs it wasn't lost on Gram.

"Good Lord, Bobby," she exclaimed, "Doesn't that penis of yours ever get tired? Liz, it's starting to come up again, for goodness sakes. I would have thought you might have put it down for awhile after your trip to the barn."

"Martha, maybe you need to make a trip to the barn with the boy," Aunt Liz told her, "Maybe you can tire it out for the night."

"I think you might be right, Liz," Gram replied. With that she stood up and said, "Come on, boy. Let's go take care of that thing." She headed for the back door with me following after her, but rather than going out to the barn she went only as far as the back porch, motioning me toward the day bed out there. "Over there, Bobby. It's way more comfortable than the barn, I think." I sat down on the side of the day bed and watched as Gram began removing her clothes. She unbuttoned and pulled off her long sleeve blouse, exposing a massive, snow white bra. After folding the blouse fairly neatly and placing it on the rocking chair, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her legs. She was wearing white granny panties that she pulled down and off after laying her jeans neatly on the chair. As she straightened back up I saw that she had a belly like a little pouch that hung down a little but then she reached around behind herself and undid that bra, that massive bra and as she let it fall down her arms her huge, pendulous breasts dropped free. I stood up as those tits swung free. They were massive, absolutely huge with areolas that must have been at least four inches across. They hung down onto her belly with the nipples seeming to be staring down at her feet. "Now, if looking at this body doesn't scare away that erection, maybe you can put it to good use making an old lady feel good, young man," Gram told me. Rather than being scared away, looking at those ponderosa sized tits was making it harder. Gram noticed it moving upward and reached out to grasp it as she turned her back toward the day bed, sat down on it, then turned and reclined onto her back. Pulling gently on my penis, she said, "Come on, Bobby. I'm real sure you know what to do," as she was fingering herself below the full bush of graying hair. She didn't release her grasp on my penis as I crawled onto the day bed and between her splayed apart thighs. Pulling, guiding, she had me sliding into her as I lowered myself on my knees and hands. "Go on, Bobby. Show Gram what you can do for her," she coaxed as I began to thrust in and out slowly. "Yeah, that's it, boy," she said softly as I began to build up to a bit quicker pace and more forceful thrusting. It seemed like I had a full head of steam, like the more I fucked, the more I could fuck or something like that. Like Aunt Liz, Gram was able to take my entire erection to the hilt.

Gram's tits were hanging off the sides of her chest and as I began to hammer her harder, they swung back and forth, back and forth in time with the impacts of each of my strokes. My old Gram was turning me on, watching her jiggle a bit with each thrusting blow. I continued to hammer her, swinging my ass like a pendulum to keep up the rhythm of the strokes and conserve energy. Each impact sent her tits swaying and she was beginning to blink her eyelids slowly as she stared directly at my eyes. My strokes continued unabated, the swing of my ass providing the timing and force of each thrust, Gram's eyes never leaving mine until she began to tremble and shake under me, arched her back, and closed her eyes. Gently and slowly I continued to stroke the full length of my erection as she finished her orgasm. When she opened her eyes she smiled at me before saying, "Stop now, Bobby. I want to do what your grandfather really liked." I stopped and slowly pulled out of her before she rolled out from under me and said, "Here, lie down her."

I laid down on my back on the day bed and Gram crawled onto the bed between my legs, bent over, and began to suck on my penis while stroking it with one hand and fondling my testicles with the other. As I felt her gently juggling my testicles in her fingertips and sucked and stroked, I was quickly rising toward my own orgasm. Within a few minutes I felt myself cumming, my penis pulsing in her hand and mouth, and heard her swallowing as she took whatever load I had to deliver. She continued to suck gently on my penis after I finished cumming, then gently laid it down on my abdomen and sat back up. "There, how was that? It seems I haven't forgotton how to do that," she told me. She got up off the day bed, patted my leg and said, "Come on, Bobby. Let's go back inside." I swung my legs off the day bed and sat up but had to sit there for a moment because I felt a little dizzy. Gram had picked up her clothes and walked inside.