0 comments/ 286925 views/ 56 favorites Finally Mom By: hammertime It was another hot humid summer day in Alabama. My best friend, Jim, and I, were doing what we had been doing ever since graduation, lying out by the pool trying to keep cool. We had been friends since elementary school and each summer he spent most of his time at our house. He lived in town and didn't have room for a pool. Out here we had plenty of open spaces with no neighbors within shouting distance. The summers where spent around the pool. In the fall and winters we rode the horses and hunted. This next fall we would be together in college. Both of us had our share of girlfriends and they were often part of the crew hanging around the pool. We had both lost our virginity to an older girl that put out to a lot of boys. From that point on we didn't have much trouble making time with girls that weren't as friendly with all the boys. I am sure that my Mom knew what was going on but when we asked about the girls coming over she agreed to call their mothers and invite them. All the girls thought Mom was a really super Mom. She would be there when the girls came and would hang around for a while to make sure there were plenty of drinks and snacks before retiring back in the house and leaving us to our fun and games. Mom and I had been really close all my life. She was the one that took me every where I needed to go. Dad was ten years older than Mom and he was a workaholic. His joy in life was to see how much money he could make. At least this provided Mom and me with all we needed in the way of spending money. Mom had never shown any resentment with him working so much and I didn't realize that she was missing out on so much, namely sex. Mom was beautiful, a fact that Jim often mentioned. I knew she was pretty but it never occurred to me just how beautiful she really was until that summer. Mom had been a model when she was still in High School. She was almost 5 feet 10 inches tall and still just as slim as she had been then. Only her breasts growing during her senior year, and meeting Dad stopped her from continuing to model. Her breasts weren't huge but to large for the slim model look the photographers were looking for. Her hair was a dark red that she wore just short of her shoulders. Combined that with deep blue eyes and she was really eye catching. She married my father at eighteen. I think the main reason Jim came out so much was because of her. When it was just the three of us she would stay out by the pool with us. Mom wasn't shy about showing off her beautiful body to us. The bikini she wore only highlighted the rest of her. When there were others around, she wore a much more conservative swim suit. Summer had just started for us and Jim was over as usual. Mom and I both slept late after dad left for work. It was after lunch before we put on out suits and headed to the pool. Mom as usual looked extra hot in the skimpy suit she wore. I had seen her in it many times when all of us were in the pool. With Dad always around back then I never thought anything about the amount of skin she was showing and he didn't seem to mind. We had been in the water and climbed out and lay on the deck getting a start on our summer tan. Mom had rubbed oil on my back and I did hers for her. Since we always did this it didn't bother me to touch her warm body. Her hands always felt good on my body as she rubbed the oil in. Jim came up later and joined us. Mom put oil on his back and I could see that she had a lot more effect on him than she had on me. After all she is my mother. Later she left to go get drinks and sandwiches. Jim's eyes never left her body as he watched her until the door closed behind her. "I don't see how you stand it." He said. "What?" "How can you just lie there when such a hot woman is walking all around you all the time?" "Jim, that is my mother you are talking about." "I don't care whose mother she is, she could be my mother and I would want to take her to bed." It wasn't the first time I had heard him rant on about how hot Mom is. Normally I didn't pay a lot of attention to him but today was different. I had seen his cock getting hard when she rubbed the oil on his back. It was happing more and more often these days with him. Jim's mother was a nice looking lady. In her younger day she was very pretty with a nice figure. Over the years she had put on a little weight. Jim was right, Mom did look much better. When Mom came back I took more notice of her than before. It wasn't hard to see what Jim found so easy to look at. I put myself in his shoes and thought about what she would look like to me if I wasn't her son. For the first time I found myself comparing her to the other mothers I knew, they didn't even come close. Even the girls that we had been with couldn't hold a candle to her. Sue's Story I grew up fast, maybe to fast. At sixteen I was already modeling for a clothing manufacture. As tall as I was I got lots of offers to model. I didn't have much time for the things other girls took for granted like dates and boyfriends. I guess that is why I fell for Jerry so hard when I first met him. He was older than me by ten years and he was so much more sophisticated than the few boys I had been around. He swept me off my feet and before I knew it I was eighteen and pregnant. Mark always thought I had matured to fast and that is why I gave up modeling. The truth is no one wants to hire a pregnant model. Jerry and I married as soon as I knew for sure I was going to have a baby. Jerry and I didn't have much time alone. Mark was born and took up most of my time. Jerry changed jobs and started his own company. Even from the first I could tell that he was good at what he did. He was making a lot of money which at that time seemed like the most important thing in our lives. The first ten years were ok. Nothing fabulous like the novels you read, but I guess like most young marriages. The sex at first was good, I though it was excellent but I had nothing to compare it to. Mark was taking up a lot of my time. I loved my son even more than I loved his father and did all I could do to give him everything. After about ten years Jerry was spending more and more time at work leaving Mark and I to fend for ourselves. I was a stay at home Mom. Jerry insisted that I not work and see about Mark. He loved Mark as much as I do but his business was what he really lived for. We had sex only when I started it. I watched Mark and his friend Jim grow up to be handsome young men. Mark was over six feet tall and was mostly a string bean until his senior year in school. Jim was shorter but built like a football player. I knew that someday they were going to have their choices of the young girls that were already hanging around. To be on the safe side I let the girls come out to our place and swim. I figured I could keep an eye on them better here. Mark and I were close, mostly because it was me that did everything with him. The birds and bees talk with him came from me; Jerry never saw the need to have a talk with him. Without telling him how I ended up married I cautioned him about getting the young girls pregnant. I didn't tell him not to have sex. When is the last time you ever heard a young man listen when you just told him not to have sex? I just wanted to make sure he was careful and was with the right girl. This summer started just like all the ones before. Only this year the two boys were young men, graduated from school and ready to go off to college in the fall. They had also filled out and were really an eye catching pair. I even found my self paying a lot of attention to Jim. I fail to notice that Mark had also filled out and was no longer the string bean he had been the summer before. I have been around both boys all their lives. I spent every summer at the pool with them. Jim's parents both worked and they would drop him off in the morning and pick him up after work. He spent more time with us than at home. I mentioned that I was once a model and had paid extra attention to keeping my shape. I liked to sun and keep a tan all summer. The suit I wore was a bikini that didn't cover much but I didn't think much about it being with two young boys. Year after year when it was just us three I wore the same type suit, showed a lot of skin and got my golden tan. They got older but I never change from the skimpy bikini suits I wore. I had noticed the summer they were going into the 12th grade that Jim was paying a lot of attention to me. I was flattered that I could still capture the stares of a young man. Mark didn't seem to notice anything at all. This summer had barely started when I knew it was going to be different. Jim wasn't nearly as shy about watching me around the pool. His eyes followed me everywhere I went. I thought about changing the type of swim suit I wore but I really like the freedom the suit give me. Truthfully I liked the idea of teasing the young man. That first day of summer found Mark and I by the pool. He put oil on me as he had for years. He covered my back and I would do my legs and then oil him down. Nothing between us had changed from the year before. Jim was a different story. Like mark I had always oil him down to prevent sunburn but this time it was a new experience for me. His cock got hard while I was touching him. I almost joked about it but didn't want to embarrass him. Later as I went in the house for drinks and snacks I could feel his eyes burning a hole in my ass. Unconsciously I put a little more move in my walk than normal. Mark's Story That afternoon started a change in my relationship with my Mom. For some reason when I looked at her after then I saw a beautiful sexy woman, not some ones mother, especially not mine. I started paying more attention to her. I was surprised to see that Mom didn't really have that good of a marriage to my father. I guess that I figured that he brought home plenty of money that she was happy with her marriage. Then I noticed that she spent much more time with me than she did with him. She seemed to only smile when she was around us young people. Around Dad she acted like his wife but the smiles never seemed to reach her eyes as it did with me. A little investigating and late night discovered that they very seldom had sex and when they did it was usually over quickly. I would listen at their door or outside their window until I would hear him climax as she cried for him to last a little longer, he seldom did. I would hear her go to the bathroom and be in there a long time before going back to bed. I wondered if she was finishing off her self. Some nights she would slip on her robe and go out and set by the pool in the moon light. I could see her from my bedroom window and it looked like she was unhappy. Sue's Story Being noticed by even a young boy was good for my moral. The looks I got from all Mark's friends and other men I met let me know I still looked good. I couldn't understand why Jerry didn't make love any more than he did. I liked sex and always tried to do what would make him feel good. When we did have sex he didn't last long and would be asleep before I got back from the bathroom. I finished myself off more times that I like to think about. Actually I can't remember the last time I climaxed while making love. Some nights when I couldn't get to sleep I would go out and set by the pool in the moon light. I did a lot of thinking about Jerry and me and our life together. Mark was leaving home in a few months and I would be alone. I even found myself thinking about Jim and how he was looking at me. I had never even though of cheating on Jerry and I sure wouldn't with a friend of Mark's, but it made me feel good to just think of being loved. Mark's Story Jim was still making comments about her each time he was over until it started me thinking about what Mom might be like in bed. Once the thought process started it stayed on my mind all the time. Some nights Jim would spend at my house and we would watch movies on the DVD. One night he came over with an adult movie. The movie was about a guy and his Sister. I later found out there was a whole series of Taboo movies. Jim and I got the whole set but the one I loved was the guy and his mother. The mother in the movie didn't look nearly as good as mine. It was that night I made up my mind to seduce my own mother. I didn't share this secret with Jim. I know she had to wonder what I was up to when I began showing more interest in her. I volunteered to help her around the house. I got up earlier to spend more time with her each day. I hugged her more than normal though hugging was a big thing around our house. I even hated to have Jim come around so much. Thankfully he met another girl about then and she was occupying a lot of his time. Sunning by the pool was an every day thing. So was the putting on the sun tan oil. Only now I spent more time touching her and working the oil into her body. I was also venturing a little farther each time until I could touch the edge of her breast with my finger tips as I did her back. I was a little surprised that she didn't stop me as I knew she knew what I was doing. Before she would do her legs after I did her back but I began to work the oil down the back of her legs to her feet and back up the inside and outside to where I started. The first time I ventured below her suit to her legs she told me she could reach them herself. "I can do the rest." "Let me, I like to make you feel good." She looked over her shoulder at me with a strange look on her face. "You have been acting a little strange the last few days. What are you up to?" "Nothing, I just realized that this summer will be the last time you and I will be together with me going away to college. I just want us to be as close as we can be before I have to leave." She still had a questioning look on her face but she lay back down and let me continue to work her legs. For a few days this was the mode of operation. I kept pushing the envelope and each day managed to reach a new pleaute. Once reached I made sure I went at least that for each time. Sue's story I don't know how long it had been going on, I hadn't noticed Mark paying me much more attention than before, but it suddenly dawned on me that he was always around. He found an excuse to hug me and kiss me. Nothing was strange about this; we have always hugged and even kissed on the lips. Only now he was doing it much more often. I started noticing other things as well. He was taking a lot more time putting the sun tan oil on me. I wasn't objecting because his hands on my body felt good. I also felt the tip of his fingers touch the edge of my breasts as he worked my back. Only after he did it several times did it dawn on me he was doing it on purpose. I didn't know whether to mention it and make him stop or just let him have his fun. It didn't feel at all bad to me either. Then he moved down on my legs. Any fool knows that you can reach your own legs to put on oil. His explanation of wanting to be as close as possible since this was his last summer home was as good a reason as any to let him go farther. Each day he was going a little farther and I let him. I knew by now that none of this was an accident. My baby was trying to see what his mother had under her suit. I should have stopped him then but I was enjoying all the touching and was interested in just how far he would go. I soon found out when he told me to roll over on my back. I first refused but he insisted in a way that made me seem cruel for refusing him. I did as he said and rolled over on my back. The sun was in my eyes and I put on my shades. With them on I could watch as he oil me down and he wouldn't know. It wasn't just my legs but my stomach and arms that he massaged for the longest time. I also noticed a big difference in Mark. His cock was rock hard and huge! It was such a shock that I set up and told him I would finish. He lay back next to me and his cock was sticking up high and hard. Not only that but he was plainly letting me see what he had in his suit. I looked. Mark's Story It was a major day the day I got her to roll over and let me do her front. I had worked her back and touched the edge of her breasts and knew she knew what I was doing but didn't stop me. By now I was giving her legs a big workout each time. She opened them without me pushing as my hands worked all over them. It had been several days since she had protested when I might go too far. I decided to see if she could be coached into turning over on her back. "Turn over." "What? Why? Her eyes opened as she looked over her shoulder at me." "I want to do the front of your legs." "I can do that myself." "I bet it would be more fun if I did it for you." I don't know where I got the nerve to push forward. This was a side of me neither Mom nor I had ever seen. "Fun for whom? Mark, I am your mother, there is a limit to the amount of fun we can have together." I didn't answer, just waited for her to make the next move. Then she let out a huge sigh and rolled over on her back. She didn't say anything else, just reached up and pulled her sun shades over her eyes. I couldn't tell if she was looking at me are not. I picked up the oil and lifted her arm. I know I had said her legs but I had to start somewhere and her arms seemed like the safest place. I worked one arm and moved around to the other. She wasn't stopping me and I soon finished that arm and moved below the top that held her breast hidden from my eyes. As the oil touched her stomach she jumped and took a deep breath but still didn't stop me as my hands worked her bare stomach from the edge of her bikini bottoms to the underside of her breasts. I could tell her breathing was deeper and her nipples were poking through the thin top. I knew I was doing something right as she let me continue. I didn't make any attempt to touch her breasts or go below the edge of her suit. Even I knew that would be pushing her to fast. I moved lower until I was working her legs completely with the oil. Not only was I covering them with oil but I was working it deep in her pores. As I move up her legs each time I was tempted to slip and touch her crotch but knew better than to try that just yet. I don't know how long I worked on her. To me it seemed such a short time but it must have been a lot longer than that. "I think you have oiled me up enough for now." I knew that for today it was over. I lay down next to her, my cock standing hard above my body. I don't know if she was looking under the dark shades or not but I wanted her to see what I had to offer if I ever made it that far. Mom never objected anymore when I would oil her down. Only when Jim was around was I not allowed to touch her. Each night I still watched her and Dad when I could and listen when I couldn't see them. I knew Mom wasn't getting nearly as much from him as she wanted. That night when he rolled over and went to sleep she went out by the pool. Even in the moon light I could see that she only had on a short robe that barely came below her hips. I had seen her in it a few times before when I would get up early and she would be in the kitchen. I had seen her panties under it then, now I was sure she didn't have on anything else. The last week I had grown braver each day where Mom was concerned. I made up my mind to join her by the pool. I slept in my jockey shorts and Mom had seen me in just them many times before so it didn't bother me to go out to her dressed this way. I stopped at Dad's door and looked inside. He was snoring and was out for the night. I pulled the door closed and went out to the pool to Mom. She heard the back door close and looked up to see me coming towards her. "I thought you were sound asleep." Finally Mom "I heard you come out here and you look like you could use some company." I set down next to her on the lounge. She moved over to make room next to her. "What's wrong Mom?" I could tell she had been crying but she tried to hide it. "What makes you think there is anything wrong?" "Crying, you have been crying. Is it dad?" I was sure that was the problem but I wanted to hear her say it herself. "Your Dad doesn't seem to want me much anymore." I was surprised she came right out and told me. I moved closer to her and put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her body against mine. I could feel her breast pushing against my side and knew that she was naked under the robe. My cock gave a lurch at the realization that she was just the thin robe away from being naked with me. Mom let me pull her closer without any resistance. My arm around her shoulders had dropped down until it was touching her other breast. She reached up and pulled it away but held in it her hands between her breasts. I could feel both of them touching my arm, my cock was getting hard and I knew she was going to see it any moment. I didn't care; I would gladly pull off my shorts and let her see all of me. I finally got around to answering her. "I can't believe he doesn't want someone as beautiful as you." "I have tried to keep my looks over the years but it doesn't seem to have much effect on him. I think he is just tired of me." "He must be sick if he has grown tired of you. All my friends think you are the hottest woman around, even better then the young girls." I could tell that she like to hear the guys thought she still had what it took. "That bunch of guys thinks anything of the opposite sex is hot." "I think you are hot." I said it before I thought. "Sorry Mom, but the truth is the truth." "I am glad you think so but you fit in with the other bunch of young guys I was talking about, even though I am your mother. If a woman has tits and ass you guys think she is hot." I could tell she was smiling as she laid her head on my shoulder. My arm between her breasts was still touching them and she wasn't holding my hand as tight as before. I moved my hand up until I cupped her breast. She reached to stop me. She didn't move my hand from her breast but held it so I could not move. "Don't do this Mark." She was telling me to stop but I could feel her nipple growing hard in the palm of my hand. She lifted my arm from around her shoulders. "We need to go back inside." I wasn't nearly ready to call it a night. "Let's go for a swim before we go back in." "Mark, you never give up do you?" "Hey, it is dad that doesn't look at you, I think you are beautiful and I want to see more of you." "You young men are all alike. If I went swimming you would back out and run for the house." To prove her wrong I stood up and before she could object I slid my shorts down and off my feet. I stood before my mother as naked as the day I was bore with one huge difference. My cock was standing at full attention. "Who's going to back out now?" Even the dark I could see her face turning red. I had called her bluff and she could either back down or join me in the pool. I moved to the steps of the pool and stopped looking back at her and letting her see my manhood in all its glory. None of the girls I had been with had ever complained about me not holding up my end of the deal and I was sure that Mom wouldn't complain either if I ever had the opportunity. I saw her reach for the sash holding the robe together. I knew that she was about to drop the robe and let me see her naked for the first time. Then I saw panic in her eyes as she pulled the sash tight and ran for the house. Disappointed I watched her go before entering the water. I had to get rid of this hard on or there would not be any sleep for me tonight. Sue's Story Once Mark made up his mind to try something he went to work with vengeance. The following day he was touching me every where except where the bikini covered. And I knew he was working up to that. I hated to see that time come because then I would have to call a halt to our little game and both of us were enjoying it. Jim hadn't been over in a few days and Mark said he had a new girl friend that was keeping him occupied. Secretly I was glad to have the time alone with Mark. One night I had been hot all day from the attention Mark had been paying me and that it had been a while since I had sex with Jerry. It turned out just the way it had so many times lately. I left him sleeping and pulled a robe over my naked body and made my way out to the pool. I was deep in thought when I heard the back door open and close. It was Mark coming out to me dressed only in his shorts. I didn't think anything about it as I usually saw him every day or so dressed the same way. I could tell he was concerned about me as I moved over and let him sat down next to me. He put his arm around me and I felt it drop down between my breasts. I reached for his hand to make sure that he didn't get wondering hands like a lot of young boys do on dates. I leaned into him and could feel my breast pushing against his firm young body. It felt good to me and I didn't move away. A glance down and I saw his cock growing in his shorts. Instead of upsetting me it made me feel better after the bad night I had with Jerry. At least my son thought I was still sexy. I ended up telling him a lot about my trouble with Jerry and him not desiring me much any more. It got a confession out of him that I hadn't expected. He said that all his buddies thought I was hot, and then blurted out that he thought so too. I could tell he was embarrassed but he didn't back down. I thanked him for the compliment but told him that all young men like women regardless of how they looked. I had forgotten about his hand between my breasts and had released it. The next thing I knew his hand was cupping my tit. I jumped and grabbed his hand but for some strange reason didn't immediately pull it away. I felt my nipple harden at once before I came to my senses and took his arm from around my neck. "We need to go in." He didn't give up easy. "Let's go for a swim." I knew he was talking about skinny dipping, something I like to do and did a lot when everyone else in the house was asleep. I was trying to find a way to get out of the hole I had let myself fall in. I decided to bluff. That was a dumb move on my part. I should have known that he wouldn't back down. "You would just run for the house." He stood before me and before I knew what he was doing his shorts were off and tossed across the deck. I should have scolded him then but I was fixed on his huge cock. He was so big! Jerry was nothing like his son! I was speechless. He walked to the pool and turned around letting me see every inch of his big beautiful cock. "Coming?" I reached for the sash of my robe not thinking. Then it hit me like a ton of brick; I was about to get naked with my own son with his father just inside the house. What if he should wake up? I turned and ran. Mark's Story The next day nothing was mentioned about the night before. I hugged her and kissed her cheek at breakfast. I left her to bring up the night before, she never did. Jim picked that day to show up and spend the day with us. I found out that he was fucking the new girl every time he had the opportunity. Her folks were home today so he couldn't go over there. He wouldn't be back tomorrow or the next day as they could be alone. He liked that piece of pussy better than any he had ever had. I was glad, that would keep him out of my way. That night Mom didn't go back out to the pool. I was going to join her if she did. It took me a long time to get to sleep. It was lunch before we made it back to the pool. There were chores that had to be done on the farm, part of the price to live out here in the wonderful place. I was out side when Mom came out. She had her towel and the tube of sun tan oil that she brought every day. As she walked up to me I held out my hand for the oil. She only hesitated a second before handing it to me and lying down on the towel on her stomach. I went to work on her shoulders and back. Down her sides to touch the edge of her breasts protruding over the edge of her top. I didn't try to hide the fact that it was her breasts that held my interest. I finally moved down to touch her hips and almost to the indention made by her ass. I worked them over good before moving to her legs. I spent a lot of time on her legs because I knew that she liked that. My hand even ventured to touch the cloth covering her cunt. She jumped at the touch but didn't stop me. She didn't resist when I moved back for her to roll over. She slid the shades back over her eyes as I went to work on her arms and shoulders. I could see the cleavage between her breasts as I worked over her. I worked downward until my finger tips were slightly under the edge of her bikini bottoms. I felt her take a deep breath that freed my fingers up to move deeper. I thought for a moment she was going to let me finally touch heavens gate. "Stop Mark." It wasn't very forceful but I knew she wasn't ready yet. I moved back to her legs. When she finally called enough I rolled over next to her. She reached for the oil. "Your time." I was more than willing for her to rub me down. I was on my stomach even thought my cock was hard. I had to move it around so I could lie there. Her hands felt wonderful on me. She covered me completely except for what my suit covered. She took her own good time and even then it was over to soon to suit me. Then she made my day. "Roll over." I knew my cock was going to be standing up good and hard but at that point I didn't care. I wanted Mom to see all of me. I rolled to my back, my cock standing up like a tent in my swim suit. There wasn't any use ignoring my condition. Mom could plainly see my hard cock and there wasn't any way to hide it. "Now that is what I love about young guys, they always have hard cocks." "Sorry Mom but I can't help it." "I will just try to ignore it." She went to work on my chest and stomach. She skipped over my hard cock that was jerking each time her hands moved downward. I wanted her to touch me more than anything I had ever wanted. None of the girls I had been with had ever effected me like Mom was doing and she hadn't even moved close to my cock. Mom may have tried to ignore my condition but there wasn't any way I could. I noticed that she was spending more time on my chest and stomach than normal. I opened my eyes to see her staring at my cock as her hands touched my body. She sure didn't look offended by my hard cock. She then skipped to my legs and worked her hands up and down them. I could see her breasts with the nipples hard as she bent over me. I had a feeling deep in my stomach that I had never had before as her hands moved up my legs. I was hoping against hope that she would just take me in her hands and hold my cock. She covered me much as I had her earlier and for just about as long. Finally I could take no more as her hands moved higher once again. "Mom." She looked up at me. "Touch me." A strange look came over her face. "Mark, I can't do that, it wouldn't be right."Still she didn't take her hands from me. At that time I lost all reasoning. I lifted my hips and slipped my suit down my legs. My naked cock spring up high and straight just below her head. I kicked and the suit went flying off as I lay back down, naked before my mother. "Mark! What are you doing?" "Mom, I want you to touch me more than anything I have ever wanted. Please just run your hands over me." I have never asked Mom for much of anything she didn't do for me. Old habits are hard to break and I could see the indecision on her face as she was staring down at my hard naked cock. She didn't answer as she moved her hands back down my legs as before. She took much longer before she started to work her hands back up than she had before. Higher her hands came and I could just feel how it would be when she finally touched my cock. She was almost at the junction of my legs where the decision had to be made. Would she or wouldn't she? I was hopping so hard that she would continue that I was almost pushing my cock towards her. Then her hand moved slowly forward. Her hand was gentle and soft as she cupped my balls and gently squeezed them. I almost came right then. I let out a groan that could not have been mistaken as anything but pleasure. "OHHHH YYYEESSSS Please. She squeezed again and I pushed my balls tighter in her soft fingers. Then the best of all. One hand moved to cover my hard cock. It was more than my young cock could stand. Before I could stop or warn her I shot my load up and over her head. Shot after shot went out in every direction before she moved her hand over the head of my cock. Even then I continued to shoot until there wasn't anything left to give. Mom held my cock and continued to work it long after I had shot the last load. "I'm sorry Mom; I didn't expect it to happen like that." "That's alright Mark, I should have expected as much from a young man. It has been along time since I have been with someone so young. Your father doesn't do it like that anymore." "It was even better than I had dreamed it would be." She was still stroking my cock and balls and didn't appear to be in a hurry to stop. "You dreamed of me doing this for you? I would have thought you would have had one of the young girls doing that by now." I was recovering and could feel my cock getting hard again. I wasn't in a hurry for her to stop what she was doing. I lay back and let her touch me where I had dreamed she would one day. "They are nothing compared to you." "You are getting hard again, I better stop." "NO! Don't stop!" You feel too good to stop." She pulled back anyway. "Mark it is wrong for me to do that to my son. It doesn't matter how good it might feel." She was wiping her hands on the corner of the towel. "Boy, you got juice a everywhere." I knew that I wouldn't get any farther today but I knew that once she had touched me and brought me off the next time would be easier. Still I didn't want to give up. "Let's go in for a swim and get cleaned up." I stood and pulled her up with me. Her body was only a couple of inches shorter than mine. I was on the verge of kissing her and I think she realized it. She quickly turned away from me. I moved to the steps still naked. "Aren't you going to put your suit back on?" "No, I thought you might like to pull yours off?" She laughed, one of her laughs that showed she really enjoyed what was transpiring whether she stripped or not. I knew that I had not offended her. "You just keep pushing don't you?" I laughed, "You can't blame me can you. Jim nearly has a stroke each time he catches a glimpse of your breasts." "Well, Jim isn't my son and you are." "All the more reason you should share with me instead of Jim." "I didn't say I would let Jim see them either." "But you wouldn't resist nearly as much as you are doing with me. " "You are turning this all around. Jim will never get to see my breasts or anything else." "Good, now you can show me since we don't have to worry about Jim in the picture." "You are crazy and I must be." She reached behind her and pulled the strap that held the top in place. It came loose in her hands and she held it over her breasts teasing him for a moment. Then she pulled it away and her beautiful breasts with the hard red nipples were open to my complete inspection. She didn't bother to try to hide them as she moved towards the steps where I was standing. I had never been so happy in my life. I waited for her on the steps and took her hand as she came down to me. My eyes wouldn't move from the naked view before me. "Mom, they are beautiful." "Thanks, but get in the water before I lose my nerve." "Sure you wouldn't like to leave the bottoms off also?" "Don't push your luck." There was a gleam in her eyes when she said that. The rest of the afternoon was spent in and around the pool. Me naked and her topless. During the swimming I managed to touch them a few times to be reprimanded by her not to play with the merchandise. The day was over much too quick as Dad would soon be home. At that point it was the best day of my life. Much better than the first piece of pussy I got. Sue's Story I was thankful the next day that mark didn't mention the night before. It was the second day before I stopped thinking about what he thought of me running for the house. I spent as long killing time as I could before joining him. He went to work quickly with the oil. One thing I liked was the way he made my body feel by rubbing each part of me. Even his fingers on my breasts didn't evoke a negative response from me. I was so relaxed by his touch that I rolled over without any resistance at all. I felt his hands when they slid down my stomach as he had done so many times. Only this time I felt something different. He slide his finger tips under the edge of my suit bottom. It took my breath away and the extra room let him slid closer until I could fell his fingers touching the red bush guarding my pussy. It took all my will power but I managed to tell him to stop. Thankfully he did. Another fraction of an inch and I don't know if I would have been able to stop him or even wanted to. I grabbed the oil quickly to break the spell he had on me. I worked his back over and over before I made up my mind to have him turn over. It was a first time for me to do that for him and I wondered as I worked on his back if he would. His cock had to be hard under him. If there is anybody in my family that is shy it certainly isn't Mark. He rolled over at once. The fact that his cock was hard in front of his mother didn't faze him at all. I could feel my pussy gush with liquid just looking at him. I worked my hands up and down his chest and legs. Each time I moved up his legs I could feel him tense up and even lift his hips slightly. My son wanted me to touch him. I wanted to touch him, but I couldn't get the thought of him being my son out of my head and I knew it was wrong even if he didn't care. I was about to call a halt to the playing. That was what it had become. All thoughts of applying oil to him were long gone on both of our parts. "Mom, Touch me." I knew what he wanted and I couldn't force myself to do it. Then he lifted his hips and pushed his suit down and kicked it from his legs. My son was lying naked before me with the biggest cock I had ever seen. "Mark!" "Please Mom." For eighteen years I had did everything he asked me to. Old habits are hard to break. I knew he needed me to touch him and that he was hurting. To easy my conscious I figured I would just touch his balls and that would be all. I didn't answer him and moved down is legs again. This time I moved up the inside of each one slowly. I could feel the tension in his body as my hands moved higher. His cock was twitching with each inch I moved higher. I was at the point where I had to stop or go on. Actually I passed that point when I didn't stand up when he kicked off his suit. His cock looked like it would burst it was so hard. His balls were drawn back up in his body from the excitement he felt. My right hand moved between his legs which he had spread open long before. I lifted his balls in my hands, careful not to hurt him. His cock jumped at my touch and when I squeezed them I thought he was gong to cum. His hips were lifted and working his balls around in my hands. I couldn't stop, my left hand moved to hold my grown son's cock for the first time. He more than filled up my hand as I stroked him gently. Then just like that it was over. I didn't expect him to last long but longer than he did. Cum went over my head, in my hair, and on my chest. I have never seen so much juice come out of a cock in my life. Finally Mom Unconsciously I continued to stroke him while he recovered. I knew I had to stop and get away or he was going to want me to do him again. I didn't know if I was ready for another round like that again. When he realized that I wasn't going to go any farther he stood up and said lets go swimming. He headed to the pool without his suit on. "Aren't you going to put your suit back on?" "No, why don't you pull your off?" "Why do you want me to strip off?" Now talk about a dumb question. "Jim goes crazy when he gets a glimpse of you breasts. I bet you would let Jim see them. "Jim isn't my son." "See I told you that you would let Jim see them and not me." "I didn't say Jim would see my breasts or anything else. You are just trying to turn everything around." I was actually enjoying the bantering with my son about stripping off. He wanted the whole thing but I wasn't ready for that. I reached for the tie that held my top. "You must be crazy and so am I." I dropped my top and let Mark see my breasts completely for the first time. "Mom they are beautiful." I was glad that I had dropped my top as I headed for the pool. "Don't you want to take off the bottoms?" "You just continue to push don't you?" The rest of the day was spent in and out of the pool, him naked. And me topless. I had to stop his wondering hands a few times but as a whole he behaved better than I would have expected. Mark's Story It was hard for me to set across from her at dinner and not imagine what she would look like topless across from me. I saw her face blush once and knew she must have read my mind. I was looking forward to the next day. I was up early, helping Mom in the kitchen and going and doing my chores much quicker than I normally did. I didn't want to waste a moment out by the pool. Mom, on the other hand seemed to find a hundred of things to delay our trip to the pool. I had full intentions of getting back to where we were the day before and she was wondering how she was going to get our relationship back to Mother / son. Finally she ran out of excuses. I was already at the pool, still had on my suit but intended to get it off as soon as possible. The morning started as it usually did with me oiling her down. This morning I was pushing even farther. While I was doing her back I pulled the ties that held her top and lay it back on each side. Mom felt the top give and turned to look at me. "What are you up to now?" She didn't need to ask, she knew I was out to get her top off. "Just moving the strap out of the way to not get oil on it." "You never worried about getting oil on it before." Just the same she didn't make me fasten it back. I finished the back and told her to turn over. Just as she did all the other mornings she rolled over on her back. This time the top didn't move with her and she lay before me naked except for her bikini bottoms. I don't know if she realized that she was naked above the waist or not but she didn't make any effort to cover up those beautiful breasts. I loaded my hands with oil and went down on her stomach. I was moving faster today than normally but I just had to get my hands on her beautiful breasts. My cock was already hard in my suit and I reached down and slid it off with one hand while I continued stroking her stomach up to the lower part of her breasts. Once I was naked I used both hands until her nipples were standing up like hard little tips. I had reached the point of no return. I moved my hands up to cup both breasts. Mom jumped and grabbed my hands. "Mark, stop. You can't do that to me, I am you mother." "Mom, I just want to make you feel good like you did me yesterday. Your hands on me were the best thing I have ever felt. I want to make you feel the same way." I could tell the battle she was fighting was with herself, not with me. I continued to squeeze her breasts gently even though she held my hands. I knew just as surly when the battle was won. Her hands relaxed and fell by her side. I was free to stroke her breasts as much as I wanted. Her nipples were hard and I could tell that she liked the way my fingers played with her nipples. I leaned forward and caught a nipple between my lips. She screamed, "Mark!" It wasn't to make me stop as her hands pulled my mouth down tighter to take more of her firm tit flesh in my mouth. My tongue was busy licking her nipples, one after the other. I did it! Mom was cumin from my sucking her breasts. I went to work even harder. One hand had strayed from her breasts and worked its way down her body to the edge of her suit. Mom either hadn't noticed or didn't care. Either way was fine with me. As she went over the edge pushing her tit deeper in my mouth my hand slid under her suit to her cunt. I have never had my hand in a pussy so hot and wet. The palm of my hand rubbed across her clit as my fingers played inside. The climax that had started with her breasts was now happing deep in her body, brought on by my busy fingers. Mom was past the point of knowing what was going on and I am sure at the time she didn't mind. She was fucking her pussy up on my hand and crying out how good it felt the whole time. My cock was about to burst as I knelt next to her. I reached up and brought one of her hands down to hold my naked cock. She didn't back away. She gripped my cock like she never wanted to turn it loose. I knew I was going to lose my load just as quick as I did the day before. I leaned forward and found her mouth. I kissed my mother for the first time as I shot my load in her hand. Her tongue wrapped around mine as she opened her mouth to me. A few day earlier that would have been it for the day; not today. I think it must have been the kiss that did it. Her mouth was open and her tongue was battling mine as I kissed her. Her mouth was as sweet as any of the young girls I had kissed before but Mom was much more skilled. One of my hands was still working her breasts and the other was deep in her pussy. Her hands had gone around my neck to pull my mouth closer. She was lifting her pussy up to my hand each time I moved my fingers. She was defininately liking what I was doing to her. As much as I had got from her I wanted more. I wanted all of her. Not just to see her naked but to fuck my own mother. I broke the kiss so I could reach her suit with both hands. Then to my surprise there were four hands working to get her suit down over her hips. Mother had joined me in my efforts. We were in a frenzy to get her naked as I was. When the suit slipped from her feet I looked down to see her beautiful red hair covering her pussy. It was tangled from the juice she had soaked it in moments before. I knew that I was about to go where all my friends had wished they could go many times, where only my father had been before. I moved between her legs. She opened to me and reached for my hard cock. "Mark get in me quick! I can't wait!" I pushed and she lined me up with her opening. The head popped through and she pulled back a little at the size of it. "Oh, you are huge. I'm not use to this." "You want me to slow down?" "NO! I want it all now. Fill me up. I haven't cum in so long and I don't want to wait any longer." I pushed again and slid about half my cock in my mother pussy. Just the idea of having my cock in my mother almost made me cum. No other woman could cause the excitement in me that Mom did. I continued to push and she lifted up her cunt to my plunging cock. The best feeling in the world was when my cock hit the bottom of her pussy and feels her climax under me again. I didn't stop fucking her as she climaxed and soon she was moving with me again. No girl I had ever been with moved her pussy on my cock like Mom. It had taken me half of the summer to get between her legs but it was worth it. I knew now why I could hear her and Dad make love. Mom was a screamer. If we hadn't been out in the country the neighbors calling the cops. It had taken long enough to get her here but she was enjoying it like she had never been fucked before. I guess in some ways she never really had. At lease not by someone that really wanted to make her feel good. The next climax came for both of us. I could feel it building long before it got there. My cock was swelling even larger than before and Mom felt it. Her legs wrapped around my hips and she lifted her pussy up even tighter to my working cock. "Fell me up now. I want to feel you cum in me." That was too much. I lost what little control I had and shot my load deep in Mom's pussy. She was scratching my back and screaming for me to fuck harder and faster until she came with me. Sue's Story I know I messed up big time. Mothers aren't supposed to touch their son's cock, let alone relieve him. Then to top that off I let him talk me in to spending the day topless in the pool with him. I had known for a few weeks that my son was trying to seduce me and instead of putting a stop to it I had gone alone with him. At first it was more of a tease than anything else for me. I had not had much sex lately and I know that isn't an excuse but I found it exciting to be playing around with Mark. He being my son I never expected to let it get out of hand. I never expect Mark to be so forward with his desires either. His actions spoke louder than words what he wanted to happen between us and I was swept right long with it. I hated to go back to the pool the day after we spent the afternoon mostly naked. I could see that he was in a hurry to get back out there but I was wondering how I was going to take a step backward and stop what was slowly but surely taking place. I had tried to get Jerry interested the night before but he was tired and went right to sleep. I would have gone out to the pool but was sure Mark was watching and would join me. Swimming topless with Jerry gone was one thing but not with him in the house. He almost never wakes up at night but if he did how would I ever explain being naked with my son to him. I finally ran out of excuses. I slipped on my suit and picked up a towel and headed to the pool. I wasn't sure what would take place but something had each day and I knew if Mark had his way it would again. It didn't take long for him to get right down to business. When he untied my top I knew he was about to get me topless again. Once I had gone that far with him He expected me to do it again. I didn't mind him seeing my tits. They were still firm and full at thirty-eight years old. I like to see him naked also. His cock was larger than his father's and longer. I had only seen other cocks in pictures but none looked larger than Mark's. Men and boys aren't the only ones that like to see a nude body. I waited for him to tell me to roll over. I never intended to resist. I expected his hands to touch them and actually was looking forward to it. He just moved quicker than I expected and the touch of his hands on my naked tits felt better than Jerry's had in a long time. I was going to let him have his fun for a while before stopping him. The next thing I felt was his mouth on them and he was sucking on my nipple like he had done as a child. I loss it. I couldn't get enough of his mouth on me and he was switching from tit to tit and I knew I was going to cum. The thought that it was my son that was sucking me pushed me over the edge. I was climaxing higher than I had ever before when I felt him in my suit. His hand covered my pussy and I could feel him rubbing my clit. Nothing in my life had ever felt like that. I just kept on climaxing as his fingers worked up in me. Then he took my hand and dropped it down to his cock. He was naked! I don't know when he pulled his shorts off but his big cock was now in my hands. I felt him shoot just like yesterday. Juice was running all over me and down his legs but it wasn't slowing him down at all. It was over I thought. It had been really special to have my son touching me and making me cum. Then he did the unexpected; he kissed me. Not a mother son kiss but full mouth and tongue lovers kiss. Oh, he was so good that I found myself kissing him back with all I had. His tongue was pushing around in my mouth searching for mine. I gave it to him. I like to be kissed and Mark was doing an excellent job of it. Instead of cooling off I was hotter than before when I felt him breakaway and reach for my swim suit bottoms. Suddenly I wanted to be completely naked with my son. Not just naked but I want to feel him in me. I wanted his cock in me where I could feel all of him. The idea wasn't a strange one for him, which was what he intended all along. He is so big that he hurt when he first entered. Even with the hurt I didn't want him to stop. I begged him to keep pushing and when he finally hit bottom he was where Jerry had never been. It was the best I had ever had as I screamed for him to fuck me faster and harder until he finally came with me. His cum poured into me like it would never stop. Young men certainly carry around a big load. My arms went around him as he collapsed on me. His weight on me was just what I wanted. Not like Jerry that would pull out and roll over and go to sleep. I held him tight as he lay on my naked body, his cock still planted deep in his mother's cunt. Sue and Marks Story Once we finally made love it was an every day happing. Both of us like what we were doing and neither one felt guilty about being together. We did it all together. "I would go down on her and eat her sweet juice from her cunt." "I had never sucked Jerry before but soon learned that I liked doing it for Mark.' Jim only came over a few times the rest of the summer. He was nuts about the girl and he came over and told that he had decide to not attend college that fall. He was going to stay at home and go to the Jr College in town. The girl was pregnant and they were getting married. He had a smile from ear to ear. She must have really been some special kind of pussy to wrap him up like that. Jim not going meant I would have the apartment alone. I could find another room mate but I didn't want to. I already had someone in mind. Mom didn't have a lot to occupy her time and it wasn't but a couple of hours from home. I could tell already that it wasn't going to be so bad at school. Mark and I had been together so many times that we became careless. One night after Jerry went to sleep I slipped down the hall to Mark's room. We had done this several times before when what we did during the day didn't complete the job. That night Mark was over me and slowly fucking me as I lifted my pussy up to his big cock. I was on the verge of a climax when I happened to look over at the door and Jerry was standing in the door watching. At that moment Mark went over the top and I couldn't stop myself from going with him. When I opened my eyes Jerry was gone. I didn't tell mark as I was sure Jerry would kick us both out of the house. Back in the room Jerry was asleep and I slid in next to him, trying not to wake him. I dreaded the next day. He was gone the next morning when I woke. I didn't tell Mark about his father knowing about us. We made love several times that day. I just knew this might be the last time for us. Jerry came home early that afternoon almost catching us together again. He sent Mark to town to get something for the farm. It was just an excuse to get us alone to talk. I started to tell him I was sorry but he stopped me. "How long has this been going on?" He didn't seem mad and I wondered what he was feeling right now. "Just this summer, actually just a couple of weeks." "That's good." I looked at him funny. "I was afraid you had been doing it while he was growing up." "I never even thought about him until this summer." I could have told him that Mark had been seducing me all summer but didn't want to put it all on Mark's back when I was just as guilty as he was. "Sue, I know our sex life has been almost non existent the last few years and that it is my fault. I had expected you to find another lover before now; I just didn't expect it to be our son." I couldn't think of anything to say to answer him. I kept quite and let him talk. "I don't know what is wrong with me. I don't have any sexual feeling at all. I have to make myself have sex when you want it. I love you but I don't like sex. I'm not gay, I don't think of men at all. My biggest trill is closing a big deal for the company. " "Jerry, have you seen a doctor?" "I don't need a doctor, I am happy just the way I am. That is why I want you and Mark to continue as long as you like. I will do my best to stay out of your way. I just don't want to have you leave me." It was a shock but when I passed it along to Mark he was pleased with it. We now spend each night together. He will be leaving tomorrow for college. I am going to miss having him around to take care of my needs. Sue's final story Mark has been away for a couple of months now. I managed to get up a couple of weekends and be with him. The sex is just as good as it ever was and I am looking forward to having him home for the holidays. My bed is awful empty with him gone. I sleep with Jerry but that is all. He never makes any attempt to make love to me other than a kiss each morning and night. As it turned out Jim's girl friend wasn't pregnant at all and he didn't marry her. He stills sees her often and Mark says he still thinks she is the best fuck ever. Mark laughs, if he only knew. Jim comes by and visits often. Usually after morning classes. The weather is turning cool and he helps me get in the firewood and get a fire going. Today is raining and cold. He was soaked when he came in the door. "Get your coat off and get here by the fire and dry off." He pulled his coat off and wet shirt. His muscular chest had interested me back before Mark and I, it did again. I brought him a towel and told him to turn around as I dried his back. I could feel my pussy getting wet just touching his body. As I dried he turned to face me. As tall as I am we were standing eye to eye when he reached for my hand and pulled me to him. I didn't even try to resist. I knew what was going to happen just as sure as I knew Mark wanted me. Jim pulled me into his arms and his mouth came down on mine. I gave up my body to him to do as he pleased. He was the second best lover I ever had. I look forward to Jim coming over each day. He will do until Mark gets home. Mark's final Story Jim continued to brag about how his girl could fuck. I grew tire of his bragging and told him she couldn't hold a candle to the woman I had spent the summer with. Jim knew that I had stayed at home all summer and it didn't take much to but two and two together and come up with the answer. "You fucked your mother!" I wasn't about to deign it as I had been wanting to share the news with him for some time. "Man, you are some kind of lucky guy. I have dreamed of fucking her for three or more years. Your Mom is the hottest woman I ever been around. What wouldn't I give to crawl between those long legs?" "Why don't you?" "What?" "I feel pretty sure you could if you just made the effort." "I tell you what buddy, If get her I will see that you get a shot at my girl, deal?" The rest is history. Jim got mom which wasn't that hard to do. Once she was fucked right she wanted it regularly and I wasn't home. I got his girl and she was good, but nothing like Mom. I told Jim he could keep his girl I would take Mom anytime. He agreed but said he wasn't going to give Mom up except when I was home on holidays. The three of us are closer than when we grew up. Life time friends and family are the best. Finally, My First Time! So here I am. Lying on Robby's bed. He's kneeling over my face. Not so gently sliding his cock into my mouth. My first blow job turned from me giving one to getting my face fucked. And you know what? I don't hate it. It took some getting used to but once I did it was "ride me cowboy!" I always told him I'd do anything he wanted and well I guess he decided to take me up on it. My hands were wrapped around him. Holding his ass cheeks and pulling him into me. Occasionally I'd gag from him hitting the back of my throat. I felt bad but think he kinda liked it. And well this is my first time. What do you expect? I could tell he was getting ready to cum. His balls were tensing up and cock was throbbing a bit. I was both petrified and craving that load. I had no idea what he was going to do. And honestly I had no choice in the matter. He never slowed down. A quick "I'm gonna cum..." and then... Wait. I'm getting ahead of myself here... I met Robby online about 5 years ago. I'd never been with a man before. Well being honest, I had one drunken encounter in college that I only vaguely remember. It was always a blur and I always wondered what we did. I guess I get an asterisk next to my claim of being a virgin huh? Or does it still count if I don't remember? Robby and I chatted online for years. We shared a lot of interests and spent a lot of time talking about them and building a great "virtual" friendship. I'm not going to try to lie though; we had plenty of intense sex chats and video cybersex sessions. I really enjoyed everything about him and I knew that if I were to ever really be with a man it would be him. It had to be him really because I knew it would mean more with someone I knew so well. Someone that could make me want him so much over a computer screen and phone calls HAD to be amazing in person. I needed to find out! We had set up times to meet and something always came up. One of us had something suddenly come up. I know most if not all mine were genuine (and not fear) and I hoped his were too. This time, we had set up to meet at a local bar at lunch. The morning came and neither of us had backed out. My heart skipped a beat and I was both excited and little scared. There was no way I was backing out. Besides, we were just meeting for a beer. Nothing had to happen if I didn't want it to. Twelve came and I was there. I was watching the TV sipping on my beer, trying to act normal and not show that my heart was racing. I was going through a million scenarios in my mind how this would go. "Chris?". I was immediately brought back to reality by the sound of Robby's voice. He sat across from me in the booth and was even better looking in person than he was over the computer. I wanted to slide under that table and go down on him right then and there. Thinking that might be too forward, and the fear of him not feeling the same about me, I kept to my seat. The conversation just flowed like we had been best friends for years (we had). No uncomfortable small talk. Just leaving off at our last chat about cars, housing projects and all our mutual areas of interest. I glanced at the TV and an hour had gone by. How did that happen? I did notice I started to feel a little bit of a buzz. Then it happened. The waitress came over to see if we needed anything and Robby asked me if I wanted a shot of tequila. That was the agreed upon sign that one would ask if we wanted to take this to the next level. I replied "Oh yeah definitely!" The waitress left and then came back with the shots. We did them and promptly paid our tab and hopped in the car to his house. His house was only a couple minutes from the bar so we were there at his door before I knew it. He looked at me and said "Are you sure you are ready for this?" I said "Well..." then proceeded to pin him against the wall my right thigh rubbing his groin and planted a hard passionate kiss on him. I felt his hardness against my thigh. He reached down with his right hand and rubbed my hardness too. It felt so good. I could have kept going but he stopped to open the door. We walked in and he directed me to have a seat. I did as I was told. Always seems to like the idea of being submissive but that's another story. We sat on the couch and he pounced on me. His tongue began probing my mouth and his weight on top of me pinning me to the couch. This time it was his thigh rubbing my throbbing cock through my jeans. He left my mouth and started kissing down my neck, unbuttoning my shirt and running his lips and tongue down my neck to my stomach. His moth never left my skin and he had my jeans around my ankles before I knew it. My straining cock pointing straight up and as hard as it had ever been. I'm about 7 inches and average thickness I guess. Robby gently held my throbbing member telling me how much he loved my cock. He took off his shirt and then dropped to the floor. He ran his tongue up the underside of my balls then cock and I saw fireworks. He took a little into his mouth and began to give me the most amazing blow job I had ever gotten. Amazing. I didn't think I could last long with how expertly he was sucking me. I struggled to get free from him and pinned him down on the floor as we fell off the couch. I went straight for his shorts. I unbuttoned them and slid them down and his cock sprang out to greet me. He was about the same size as me but had a huge fat head. I didn't bother to take his short off I just grabbed that meat. I was on fire. I needed it! My first cock was now in my hand. It was hard but soft. It felt kind of odd but also amazing. Different than mine. The thought of what I was doing hit me for a split second but then I just had to have it. I did exactly like Robby had done and ran my tongue up the base of his balls to the underside of his cock and then proceeded to take in a bit of that cock head in my mouth. The warmth of it. The musky man smell. My god, I was meant to be a cocksucker. While I started giving my first blow job, Robby proceeded to take off his shorts and shirt. I was now taking most of him in my mouth. The feeling of his head almost at my throat was wonderful. I could taste his precum and that just turned me on more. All of a sudden he flipped us over and was kneeling above my face. He asked if I meant it when I told him I'd do anything he wanted. At that moment I wanted that cock in my mouth so bad that I would have agreed to be gang raped by the Green Bay Packers so of course I said "Oh yeah baby. I'm yours. Whatever you want." He rotated around and lowered his balls into my mouth and commanded me to suck them. I sucked on one then the other. I then opened wide so I could take them both deep into my mouth. He was so deep my nose pressed up against his asshole. That didn't bother me in the slightest. To be honest, I was in pure heaven. He continued giving me the tea bag treatment then pulled them out of my mouth. Before I had a chance to complain, he rotated back to face me and knelt over me. He leaned forward pushing his cock into my mouth and started gently fucking my mouth. I was loving that. He took his cock out grabbed and smacked my cheeks and mouth a few times making me begs for it. He said "Get up, we're going to the bedroom!" I nodded and eagerly followed him. Walking behind him I saw what a fantastic ass he had. I just wanted to grab it and run my tongue over it right there on the stairs. When we got in his bedroom he had me get up on the bed and he quickly got back to kneeling over my face. He went back to the slow gently strokes in and out of my mouth. He started building up speed and depth. He asked me if I wanted more. I couldn't answer any more than a grunt so he must have assumed I was OK with it or didn't care. Soon his balls were slapping against my chin and my nose was buried in public hair. I think he was almost as deep as he could go. I felt him even further in my throat. His balls started tensing up and cock was throbbing a bit. I was both petrified and craving that load. I had no idea what he was going to do. And honestly I really had no choice in the matter. He never slowed down. A quick "I'm gonna cum." and he pulled out jerking his load into my face. Some went in my hair, some my cheeks. My eyes... I'm coated. A couple globs into my mouth which I quickly swallowed. A small taste. A tease. He tasted better than mine! I wanted more. Once his spasm stopped he sat back panting. "Don't move baby, I'll clean you up." he said. He told me to lay there and close my eyes as he wiped away the cum with a warm towel. I loved I could smell it on my skin and taste it in my mouth. I think the room smelled of sex. Or maybe it was just that I was in sensory overload!?!?! After he finished cleaning me he gave some attention to my aching cock. He rubbed the towel with it coating it with his cum and started slowly jerking it. I moaned in satisfaction. His hand felt so good. I was dying to cum. I didn't care how quickly it happened. I just needed to cum. Now! As he jerked me though a new need arose. I needed to be fucked. I needed him in me. That urge overpowered my desire to cum. I begged him repeatedly... "Fuck me please baby! Please???" I said. After my begging got more urgent he stopped jerking me and pulled my legs up onto his shoulders. He squirted some lube onto a finger and put a big blob right on my man pussy. That caused a tingle up my spine. I needed him in me. As he pressed one finder into me pushing the lube in I let out a soft moan. It felt so good... even better than my own fingers in the shower. He worked up to 2 and then 3 and I was about to lose it... "Come on baby. Get in me. Now!! Please???" He reached for a condom and unwrapped it. As he was about to put it on I smacked it out of his hand. "Fuck that thing!!" I said. "I need to feel you. Only you." I stated. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Oh yeah. I've wanted you to fill me with your load forever now. Please just fuck me now. Whatever you want baby. I'll do whatever." I begged. He paused for a minute. "Come on...Fuck me now! Please!!" I continued to beg. He took out his fingers and placed the head of his cock right at my hole. He applied a little pressure and slid in a little bit. His fat head was stretching me good. It kinda hurt a little bit but it was an "oh my god gimme more" kind of pain. He started rocking back and forth into me. And then the head popped into me completely. I groaned and grunted in ecstasy. It was amazing but I needed more. "Come on baby. Fuck that ass!" I moaned. He rocked back and forth some more. Going a little deeper each time. The fullness was amazing. He was definitely thicker than anything I've had in me before. And it was absofuckinglutely amazing! I groaned with each thrust. He grunted as he built up speed. "You are fucking amazing!!" I yell. Finally he rocked forward with all his weight and was balls deep in me. I let out a loud yelp as that was deeper than anything had been in me too. Again, Mind numbingly amazing! He stayed there a moment and let me adjust then started pounding away at me. It was fucking unlike anything I had ever felt before and I didn't want him to stop. Ever! I was hooked on cock. He was going at it hard and with each balls beep pounding into me I was moaning a screaming and begging for him to go harder and faster! I spit into my hand and grabbed my cock and started jerking furiously. I was probably about 5 strokes from blowing and he announced he was about to cum. "Me too!" I yelled. I started to cum and it was an amazingly intense mind numbing orgasm. Shooting up to my face and chest. I was so out of it I didn't notice that Robby too was cumming. His body was writhing and he was moaning. He was shooting deep into my body and filling me with his cum. He collapsed on me...My legs still up on his shoulders and his twitching cock still in me... I could feel the shudders in his body as he slowly pulled out. We were both spent. Out of breath. "How'd you like it?" He asked? "Enough to do this." I said. With that I wrapped my arms around him and passionately kissed him. The sweat. The scent of sex filling my senses. Then I stopped. Looked at him and said "Wow...Baby you are amazing. I wish we didn't wait so long...Wow... Just wow!" Robby smiled and I slid down under him grabbed his softening cock and licked the drop of cum off the tip that had collected and enthusiastically swallowed it. I then squeezed the last drop out of him and snacked on that. Oh my god that was amazing... I'm hooked and I needed more... like right now... Finally, My Sister-In-Law To the literary purists - As with all my stories, I act in the role of narrator. This is a short story specifically designed to fit on one page. As such, there is no character development and no witty dialogue. I am not writing the next great novel. If another contributor would like to add names and dialogue and use this as an outline, go ahead. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy. ***** It was the holidays and my sister Pam was making the thousand mile journey to visit her 25 year old daughter. While in the area she would spend the majority of the time with her daughter, but had reserved several days to visit us. Her schedule was apparently very fluid and there were no specific days or activities planned. This generally drives me nuts until I resign myself to the fact that I don't want to go with my wife and sister-in-law to some eclectic restaurant followed by being dragged shopping for nothing in particular. I decided to approach her impending visit differently. Pam is the north side of 60. Attractive, classy, large tits, bubble butt and has started to take on weight in her hips. Still, quite a nice package. She dyes her hair dark red, which I don't understand, but there are many things about her clan I still don't grasp. I am late 50's, tall, graying, full head of hair, just over 200#. My equipment isn't huge, barely average. I make up for it with desire, variety and am very oral. I have managed to father three children, so I am at least adequate in the bedroom. Pam has always been a flirt. I don't to this day understand how we have not fucked yet. I believed it would have happened about twenty years ago, but given geographic distances our opportunities were extremely limited and since we both had children it diminished the chances and we only seemed to see each other at family gatherings. She was always quick with a whispered off color comment, a hair flip and a head tilt to tease me. The holidays arrived and her plane landed and she was met by her daughter. It took a couple of days, then the schedule for her visit to our home began to emerge. She would be with us two days while her daughter worked. I knew the days would be filled when my wife took the days off. I started to plot as I planned my involvement with her visit. Her arrival came as expected and my wife whisked her off to who knows where for food and browsing. I lingered at home, contemplating my plan. I decided on a direct approach, kind of a "shock and awe", and waited anxiously for them to return from their excursion. Of course, that didn't happen, as my cell chirped and I was summoned to a local happy hour spot. At this point, I realized this might play right into my hands. We shared some small plates and had several drinks and we headed back to our house. They left as I paid the bill, beat me home and were chattering about something when I came in. I managed to talk them into a margarita and poured three. I distributed them, then sat back as they discussed fashion trends. There was significant giggling and some talk of various models fake boobs. Since they are both naturally endowed, but sagging with age, it is definitely a topic in this family. I made a mental note to be sure to pay special attention to her natural tits if I got the opportunity. The conversation lulled and the sisters left to get ready for bed. Pam emerged first, no surprise given my wife's nightly beauty regimen, dressed in a maroon satin nightie. I stood as she went for a glass of water, trapped her by the sink, grabbed one handful of ass and one handful of tit and kissed her hard on the mouth. I whispered to her that I would sneak into her room when my wife went to sleep. I felt her nipple harden as she returned my kiss, exploring my mouth with her tongue. I heard the clip clop of my wife's sandals on the tile and quickly moved to a more innocent position, retrieving a couple of cookies from the pantry. My wife turned the corner, commenting to her sister how flushed she looked. She was quick to blame it on washing her face and especially the drinks and used the water as a prop to make a convincing alibi. Since they seldom see each other, more conversation ensued, followed by about a half dozen trips back and forth to each other's bedrooms. I sat impatiently watching sports while their little nighttime ritual played out. Every time Pam went past it was something, she blew a kiss, exposed a tit, quickly smacked her naked ass. Minutes dragged out like hours, this was cruel edging taken to a new level. Eventually, they were worn out and retired to their own rooms while I sat pondering my approach. Timing was now essential. I needed my wife asleep, to avoid discovery. I needed Pam at least still semi awake or this could be a monumental fail. My wife usually falls asleep quickly, but of course she had spent the whole day excited that her sister was here. Would it keep her from sleep or would she be exhausted? I noticed the light in the guest room still on and heard light snoring from my bedroom. It was time to act. I hurried to the guest room door that was slightly ajar and peered in. She was on her back, legs spread, with a finger deep in her cunt as another finger strummed her clit. I stepped in and stripped my shorts and t-shirt off. I slid into the bed next to her as she furiously continued her stroking. I slid her nightgown down enough to reveal her breasts and began to nip and suck her nipples as her own manipulations increased in speed. I bit down on one nipple while twisting the other and she came hard, while I placed my free hand over her mouth to muffle her screams. She was in no mood to be done. She stuffed her cum covered fingers into my mouth while she stroked my cock with her other hand. She shifted slightly, raising her arms and I intuitively removed her nightie. I was extremely hard as she pulled me on top of her. I sunk into her in a single stroke. I captured her arms above her head with one hand and my other hand went to work on her nipples. She came for me. I decide the playing field isn't fair since she has cum twice and I am still looking to lose my first load. I pull out of her sloppy cunt, release her arms and slide myself up between her tits. She squeezes them together to create the passage I am looking for and I slide my slick cock between them. I enjoy this on general principle, but it's not what I have in mind for my finish with her. I slide further up and she reluctantly sucks. It's time to get my rocks off. I back away and roll her onto all fours, doggy style. I like this and she seems to enjoy it as well. I grab her by her hips and we develop a rhythm as she pushes back to meet my thrusts. I reach around and twist her nipples, but find this an awkward position to continue to pound into her. I rise back up and decide to massage the globes of her ass. She buries her face in the pillow to stifle her moans. I start to circle her pucker with a thumb. Her response is to drive back towards me. I pull out of her cunt, wipe our juices off my cock and reenter her. I smear our natural lube between her ass cheeks and slide a slippery finger into her ass to the second knuckle. She responds by clamping both her ass and pussy muscles and cums hard again. I swell that last little bit with a final push, unloading as deep as I am able into her throbbing tunnel. She collapses flat on the bed, weakly fluttering her eyes at me. I covered her with bedding, turned out the light and went back to the TV. Shortly, my wife pads out and asks if I am coming to bed. I dutifully turn off the TV and straggle off after her to our bedroom. I pull our covers up over us and we drift off to sleep. I am awakened in the morning by a throbbing in my groin. It's not unusual to enjoy the morning woody, but this is certainly something different. I squint to see my wife with her hand around my cock and her mouth bobbing on the first inch or two. I groggily submit to her efforts and eventually paint her tits with the first load of the day. I wonder if she has noticed her sister's flavor on my cock and wish I had at least rinsed myself before bed. She rises and heads for the shower and I follow to take a leak. I smell and hear coffee being made. That means Pam is up, since we don't drink coffee. I strut to the kitchen with as much swagger as I can, my slight paunch leading the way. I ask her how she slept. A wry smile crosses her face as she replies that it was the best night she had had in quite a while. I give her nipple a quick tweak through the thin material she has on as she snakes a hand through the fly of my pajamas and gives me a couple of strokes. I tell her I might have another surprise for her tonight. I grab her ass as a not so subtle hint. She grabs a cup of coffee and heads for the patio. I reverse course to my home office. I proceed with my daily routine, check email, check Facebook, online newspaper, etc. I hear the shower shut off. I ponder how the day will play out, trusting it will follow a script similar to yesterday. I tap away at the keyboard as they traipse back and forth, both flashing me, primping themselves for their afternoon excursion. Soon they leave for some odd restaurant for lunch and I am left to browse Literotica to prime my pump. Late afternoon my cell chirped as if on cue. This time it was happy hour at a Mexican cantina and they were already well into their first margarita. It took me about 15 minutes to join them and they had ordered another round. Chips and sauce were on the table and when I got a beer, they ordered flatbread, seafood tacos, pork carnitas and more chips and sauce. We snacked away, having a final round of drinks. They left, I paid the tab, my cell chirped again. My wife asked if we still had premixed margaritas at home or if they should stop and pick some up. I assured her we had plenty left. I began to realize the situation I was in. Two drunk sisters who have always told each other all their secrets and more drinking to ensue. This could get particularly ugly. I tried to convince myself some topics were off limits. That would remain to be seen. By the time I reached my house, the sisters were already sipping on more tequila beverages. I poured myself a glass and decided I would have to accept whatever consequences may come. They started to speak in "their quiet voices", aka whisper, so I left for my office. They moved out to the patio table as I wondered what was up. I hoped for the best and feared the worst. I took another swig of liquid courage. It soon cooled off enough that they retreated into the house and began their nightly beautification rituals. I had switched back to beer and watched as they pranced back and forth between bedrooms. The parade ended and my wife called for me to come into our bedroom. I entered to low lights and was instructed to close the door behind me. She was dressed in only a thong, splayed out on the bed. Now I am not a slow learner and was out of my clothes in seconds. I dove on the bed next to her and started to kiss my way down her body. I nibbled her nipples then trailed down to her inner thighs. I pulled her thong down and off, going straight to her clit with my tongue. It may have been an effect of the alcohol, but she writhed and shook to an enormous orgasm. She asked if she could do something for me, but I politely reminded her she had taken care of me in the morning, knowing I had other obligations. She lay naked as I pulled the sheets up on her. I walked out, closing the door behind me. I went and turned the TV on for background noise, grabbed a beer from the fridge, waiting for my wife to fall into a deep slumber. Again I played the timing game, taking notice that the only illumination from the guest room was the small nightlight. I slipped a small bottle of lube into the microwave and warmed it for 15 seconds. I performed a quick check on my bedroom to assure my wife was asleep, crossed the house, snatching the warm lube on the way and silently slipped into bed behind my sister. I raised the hem of her satin nightie, nestling my cock between her ass cheeks with the knob bobbing against the small of her back. I slid one arm under her pillow, draping my free arm around her caressing her left tit. She groggily wet her lips, swallowed and let out several sighs. I found her nipple and gently rolled it between my fingers. This caused a big contented sigh. At this point, I shifted my position, up to my knees, straddling her right leg and began to rub her shoulders. This had the desired effect of causing her to turn to a face down position, arms extended and crossed above her head. I worked my way down her back, spending extra time massaging her side boobs. Now I scooted back, nudged her legs further apart, getting both knees between them and raised the back of her satin gown further to allow me skin on skin contact to her lower back. I squeezed some warm oil onto my hands and went to work on the hollow of her lower back. My experience tells me that a back rub such as this can be very relaxing and I have lost several sexual opportunities to partners that lost their edge and fell asleep. Since this is Pam's last night with us, I am not letting this one slip away to dreamland. Continuing small, heavy pressure circles with my left hand, I dispense a generous amount of warm oil onto the top of her ass crack. As it oozes to her rosebud, I cup my right hand and explore her sphincter with my middle finger. I slip in and she rocks with my strokes. More oil leaks down and I add another finger, stretching and probing. I add a third, give a slight twist and she is now bouncing off the bed. I remove the fingers as I admire the throbbing gape beneath me. Once more I reach for the oil and slick up my cock. I guide it to the cavern my fingers have created, knowing full well it is much more entrance than I will need. I easily slide in as she rotates her hips, massaging me with anal clenching. I withdraw to my knob, drip more oil on my length and plunge back into her to my balls. Her ass is a slippery mess and the stroking is driving her toward orgasm. I feel her shift and watch as she brings one of her arms down to her hairy cunt and drives a finger into herself, massaging my raging dick with her knuckle through the thin membrane separating us. She raises her hips and her thumb is now working her clit. I continue to enjoy my sloppy ride as she bucks through an orgasm. Seconds later her hand has a death grip on my balls and with a final thrust I empty into her bowels. She started to rise to clean up. I suddenly felt energized, realized I hadn't used my tongue on her yet , kissed her deeply and asked her if she would allow me to taste her after we cleaned up. Her eyes went from hooded to wildly blinking and she nodded. After she left, I inspected the sheets to see how much evidence we were leaving and found only a surprisingly minimal amount. I retreated to the spare bathroom and washed myself thoroughly. I decided it would be prudent to check on my wife and found her snoring contentedly. I crossed back to the guest room. My sister had returned, smelling fresh. The first order of business was to get her naked. I quickly engulfed each tit with a hand as I stuck my tongue in her ear. From there it was nibbles on her collarbone, followed by soft nips down her breastbone before I tormented her with kisses under her breasts. She expected me to continue my descent, but I like large tits and to orally tease hard nipples and planned on playing for a while. She eventually started to push my head south and reluctantly I licked my way to her sweet pussy. I started to probe her with tongue darts as she spread herself open, pulling the mat of pubes out of the way. I teased her inner thighs before flicking my tongue against her extended clit. She was hooked and was pawing at her overgrown patch to offer me access to her hood. I relished the opportunity, flattening my tongue, drawing it roughly over the exposed skin. I returned to the clit and sucked it hard into my mouth working it rapidly with the tip of my tongue. It was the last straw and she shook uncontrollably as she pushed me away. I slid up, stroked myself a half dozen times before I covered her stomach with my load of sticky cum before dotting each of her nipples with the last drops. Two things crash across my brain. I hear Ronnie McDowell "Older women, are beautiful lovers, older women, they understand, I've been around some, and I have discovered, that older women know just how to please a man." And that I must remember to wash myself before bed tonight in case my wife decides on another morning adventure. Now I know you all want to hear about how the sisters talked the next day, Pam extended her stay and not only the threesomes we had, but how we eventually involved her husband, but that's another story. Finally, My Sister-In-Law, We Visit To the literary purists – As with all my stories, I act in the role of narrator. This is a short story specifically designed to fit on one page. As such, there is no character development and no witty dialogue. I am not writing the next great novel. If another contributor would like to add names and dialogue and use this as an outline, go ahead. Improbable, sure. Unlikely, absolutely. But it's my story and I'm sticking to it. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy. I was positive it was a bad idea from the first moment, but I couldn't resist my burning desire. My wife's family consisted of four women and they told each other everything. I knew one husband was extremely well endowed, but they didn't have kids and haven't had sex for a decade. I knew one had a tall boyfriend and he was apparently long all over. The oldest sister (62) had decided against sex for awhile "Since, who has time?", but now is afraid her husband (63) won't be able to perform anymore after prostate surgery. To finally have had two nights of sex in the guest room of my own house with my wife's oldest sister while my wife was asleep in our bedroom would probably have negative consequences. My sister is a lot like me and is generally unafraid to say whatever comes to mind. I started to envision her conversations with both my wife (56) and her husband, if it hadn't happened already. I realized we had jeopardized two marriages of over thirty years each. I hoped she could be discrete about the rendezvous, but wasn't really counting on the fact that she could keep her mouth shut over an extended period of time. I needed an action plan. I could just run away now. I could hope nobody cared. Both bad options. Then it hit me, face the problem head on. Although they did live over 1,000 miles away from us and I have never been to their house, I could innocently propose we swap the sisters like it hadn't already happened between my sister & I. I guessed I already had our two votes, it would only take the other two to opt in and since I knew my wife had always liked her brother-in-law and he seemed to flirt with her when we were together it maybe was at least a viable option. I decided to start with my wife. I asked her out of everyone we both knew, who she would at least consider having sex with. I threw out some suggestions that she would never consider to open the conversation. Not the best strategy, but it led her down the path to where I wanted to go. She was annoyed by the conversation until I suggested we should just go and visit her sister and her husband. While she was non-committal on my reason for going, she was willing to at least go for a visit and shopping. Now I had to ask her if she could talk her sister into it, but I already knew her sister's answer. I just needed her to have the courage to make the call. The sisters tend to talk on weekends and Sunday the call took place. I could sense her excitement for the trip mixed with the apprehension of the proposal. I pretended to be occupied in the other room, but heard the majority of the conversation, which took place mainly in their "quiet" voices. I waited anxiously for the verdict, knowing full well there was still another party involved. My wife did not discuss the call with me, but tended to check her phone often. Mid- afternoon her phone rang and after a brief conversation, we were planning our trip. We were met the next Thursday at the airport with innocent hugs and travelled the 40 or so miles back to their home, arriving just before a spectacular sunset. While I had hoped we would have carved out an agenda/itinerary for our time with them, the women were not inclined to address the subject to my knowledge. I started to fear that nothing was going to happen other than the visit. I did not travel this far to watch the sisters eat at eclectic restaurants and shop. We arrived, unloaded our suitcases and were shown to our upstairs guest room. Following a quick bathroom break, we returned downstairs to the kitchen and were greeted with an offer of drinks and a spread of extraordinary hors d'oeuvres. Didn't expect that, but not surprised, it was kind of a family custom. We opted for glasses of red wine and munched on the treats. The conversation was lively and relatively flirty as the wine flowed and the food disappeared. All of a sudden, the sisters were apparently exhausted from all the excitement of being together and declared their intentions to go wash their faces and get ready for bed, as they had a big day of shopping planned for tomorrow. My hopes for the visit were dashed and I shook my head in disbelief. There was a similar reaction from my brother. We were almost finished with clean up efforts and working on the last of the wine, when the women reappeared. To say they stunned us would be a gross understatement. In front of us were two gorgeous, voluptuous women in matching black bustiers with red ribbon accents and matching thongs. They did a slow turn, while winking at us over their shoulders. I heard three things – "Howdy boys", "Hello sailors", and "What's a girl have to do to get a drink around here?" Before I was able to comprehend the situation, a bottle of Asti Spumante was open and fresh flutes set out next to it. If this is a dream, let me sleep! It was evident the sisters now were clearly in control of the encounter, which in my experience is any situation where beautiful women wear almost no clothes. They stood between us, but had elected to not stand next to their own husbands. I'm usually pretty perceptive, but the shock and awe was still working. The group conversation had now ended and two private flirt sessions had begun. Before long and as if on cue, my sister had her tongue in my mouth and I could see my wife using the same technique on her brother-in-law. I was glad we had cleared the counter, as it seemed to me to be a logical place to continue. Cooler heads prevailed and the sisters led us off to the spare bedrooms. I had my polo shirt peeled off and was kicking my shorts off before I even booted the door shut. Not the sexiest striptease in history, but sometimes you just need to go for it. At 59, I could still always get it up, it was sometimes maintaining that was the issue and I was trying not to challenge that. I went right to work, sliding the thong aside and was balls deep by the third thrust. It might have been the anticipation, the lingerie, or even the liquor that had her thrashing around under me like I was the greatest lover in history. Since I am barely average in size, I doubted it was my cock that was causing this reaction. Her enthusiasm did manage to stiffen me more and shortly after she moaned and groaned through her orgasm, I pulled out and filled her navel with my load. As my cock deflated, I wondered about my wife's current intimate encounter. Was she her typical pillow princess or her occasional cougar? I imagine her on top, riding him cowgirl, as he plays with her large dangling tits. I then see her roll off, asking him to fuck her tits. In my vision, he straddles her as she pushes her ladies together to create a passage, managing to keep her forefingers free on top to scrape the head of his cock as he strokes. With all the stimulation, he deposits several spurts on her tits, chest and neck. Did it happen? Will she tell me? I doubt I'll ever know any details. I was brought back to my present situation when a warm hand wrapped around my cock and began a slow stroking motion, trying to revive it. As she worked on me, I rotated, bringing my cock towards her mouth. She surprised me by first sucking my balls. I slurped up my cum from her stomach before searching for her clit through her full furry beaver patch of pubes. I felt the moistness of her mouth engulf my swelling member just moments before my tongue started ministrations on her engorged clit. She moaned around my dick as I polished her sensitive nub. She came hard. The hand quit stroking me and released me and for the first time in my life, I was being sucked into someone's throat. Needless to say, but I was filling her stomach almost immediately. Alright, I've always proclaimed I want sex at least two times a day and can count the number of times that has happened on one hand. That was then, this is now and I am done for the evening. Sex usually tends to put me to sleep, but not tonight. And when I can't sleep, I think. I imagine the possibilities for the remainder of our stay. The thoughts of various threesomes, watching, being watched all play in my mind. Not like counting sheep, doesn't promote sleep. Focus. I need a plan for the morning first. I formulate my plan, slide my left arm under my sister's pillow and fall soundly asleep to her softly snoring. Do you have an internal clock that will wake you when you have something important in the morning? I certainly do. Mine went off about 8:00 and I silently slipped out of bed, down the hall and used the bathroom. I crept to where my wife had spent the night and peeked in on them still snuggled together naked. I tiptoed back to my room, quietly easing back into bed. Slowly peeling the sheets back, I nudged my sister's legs apart. Before she was awake, I was tongue deep in her pussy. She dreamily told me it was the best way to wake up. Then she told me she had to go relieve herself. I waited a couple seconds and padded down the hall after her, passing the bathroom she had just entered. I proceeded to peek into my wife's room again to see she had stroked her brother erect and was feeding his cock into her from their spoon position. Any fears about him having potential performance issues were certainly unfounded. I watched as he humped her with his morning wood and exploded into her. I quickly retraced my path down the hall, beating his wife back to our room. When she returned, I bent her over the edge of the bed and plunged into her still sloppy cunt. She moaned from both the penetration and her erect nipples rubbing on the sheets. I lightly slapped her ass and she gasped in response. I rubbed the location my hand had struck before giving another tap to the other cheek and massaged it as well. She was squirming and grinding against me with no complaints as my hands worked the globes of her ass. I withdrew my glistening rod from her hot, wet pussy and started to slide it upwards between her cheeks, spreading them only slightly with my hands. I slid my cock in the valley between them, the head protruding, aimed at the small of her back. A dozen pushes later and I creamed the little hollow just above where her globes ended. Trying to now attempt to act like a gentleman, I began to extricate my deflated dick to retrieve something to clean her up with. She responds by asking me not to leave, but instead to rub the fluid into her back being she was going to shower soon anyway. She wasn't going to have to ask me that twice. I began to spread the pool of fluid and knead it into her back. During the process, some of my deposit leaked and drained down the crack of her ass. Under the pretense of not wanting to further soil the sheets, I used an already slippery finger to attempt to sop up the flow. You know where this leads, my finger makes contact with her rosebud and I am soon knuckle deep. She mews and wiggles her ass back to get more depth. I add another lubed digit as she sighs with contentment through her orgasm. I help her off the bed, she gives me a quick kiss and sways her way through the walk of shame down the hall to her master bedroom to shower. The beauty routine has begun and before the sisters can go anywhere, there is a makeup regimen and clothes selection that will extend to about noon to complete. The afternoon for them will consist of a long lunch followed by the search for the cutest shoes to add to their respective collections of once worn footwear. I hear the other shower and search for last night's clothing, realizing since I need to use the bathroom, I'll need to trudge downstairs. I smell the coffee, realizing my brother was already down in the kitchen. He greeted me with his usual smile, offering a cup of java which I politely declined. I used the bathroom, asking if there was any juice when I returned. I was quickly presented with a glass of OJ. He asked if I wanted to share some scrambled eggs he was in the process of whipping up, which caused a wry smile from me because of all the sharing we were experiencing this weekend. While we ate, we picked a sports bar nearby for a late lunch and planned to just lounge by the pool with some cool drinks for the afternoon. We joked sarcastically about the preparations occurring above us to the whirr of hair dryers in the distance. We decided we would bet our lunch on the time the women would arrive at the bottom of the stairs. I took 11:30, assuming they would want to beat the lunch rush and there would be at least some drive time involved. My brother called it straight up noon. Just after 11:30 we heard some stirring upstairs and I was sure I had a free lunch coming. It wasn't until 11:42 that they started down the steps. Still was going to barely win the bet. Halfway down, they stopped to whisper a conversation. You've got to be kidding me, they just spent 3 hours getting ready together. At 11:45 their feet hit the floor as I tilted my head and uttered the word "Dutch", to a nod of acknowledgement. Standing before us are our wives, hair and makeup impeccable, clothing, shoes and accessories meant to impress and draw attention. I'm not sure exactly who they do it for, because as long as it took them to get ready, in less than a minute they are heading for the car. Our wives give us partial kisses so we don't mess their lipstick. On the way out they informed us the showers were now available. We hear the garage door and the car as they go on their way. We head to take showers and 15 minutes later are dressed and pulling out as well. Sometimes it's good to be low maintenance. It's a very short jaunt to our lunch spot and we opt to share (there's that word again) a pitcher of beer, plate of boneless chicken wings and potato skins. Healthy, right? We laugh as we wonder what sort of alfalfa, feta, asparagus, spinach, grilled chicken salad with dressing on the side our wives were having for lunch, before toasting to the fact we weren't there. Several ballgames surrounded us on the overhead TV's. Our perky little waitress with the low cut t-shirt, breasts pushed up, spilling out over the top, returned way too often to check on us, working on her tip. We finished our lunch. Two lecherous men over tipped, heading back for the pool. On the way, we grabbed two large bottles of pre-mixed margaritas. I was starting to thoroughly enjoy this visit. After we arrived home, I went to change to swim trunks, returning back down the stairs to the sound of the blender creating frozen margaritas. My brother and I grabbed glasses of the concoction before leaving the air conditioning for chaise lounges in the shade of their spacious pool deck. As I settled into a chaise, he went to fiddle with some pool controls. We managed to work our way through that pitcher and considering the pitcher of beer earlier and the warmth of the afternoon, it was time for a nap. I remember waking later to what is usually referred to as morning wood, except something was different. I managed to open an eye to see my wife sucking hard on my cock. OK, a couple things wrong with this picture-not something she enjoys, my trunks don't have a fly and she is naked. I see my trunks on the pool deck and as I blink, I see the exact same action taking place on the other chaise. Don't ask why my mind wanders to this thought at this point, but I hope the chairs support two people. While my cobwebs clear, my wife has reversed, facing away from me, lowering herself onto my erection. As I look around her, I see mirror action facing us with a full frontal view of my wife's sister impaled on her husband's cock. My honey is panting, moaning, rocking and very close. I manage to reach a nipple and she explodes in orgasm, milking my cock as her juices flow onto my crotch. I explode into her clutching passage. She lies back onto my chest to recover. At this juncture, I'm not sure that the mythical woman that can suck a tennis ball through a garden hose can bring me back to life tonight. I look over at our counterparts, appreciating the view of my spent sister as juices flow out of her used pussy, trusting we are returning the visual favor. I hear the creak of our chair as my wife struggles to extract herself from her uncomfortable position. She wobbles over and assists her sister out their chair. I appreciate the view of the two of them together, my wife neatly trimmed short and her sister with her full furry pelt, feeling at least a little blood flow back into my deflated dick. It appears we are all going for a dip in the pool as our women summon us out of our chaises. While it's probably a good plan to rinse off and chlorine has disinfectant properties, adding bodily fluids to the body of water may not be the best idea. But again, beautiful, naked women have control of the situation. I brace myself for cold water shock, but instead am greeted by what would be described as bath water. That's apparently what the earlier ministrations with the pool controls were about. The best part of the swim is that older women with hanging breasts find new support in the buoyancy of the water and these sister's chests looked spectacular floating in front of them! Our host begins the obligatory splash water fight, wetting both sister's hair and makeup. I always find this childish and stay out of the fray. As they retaliate, he lures them into deeper water. They reach him and he has two sets of large breasts pressed against him and he is only too happy to grope their asses in response. The women are intent on dunking him and he is a good sport and surrenders easily. The women retreat in fear of further, more aggressive attacks and my wife makes her way to me, apparently for protection. She pushes me back to the shallow water, reaching for my cock, trying to pump blood back to fill the erectile tissue. I'm starting to take a slightly different view of water fights when I began to recognize the benefits. My wife slides me over a couple of feet, then urges me onto the edge of the pool deck, maintaining a firm grip on my semi-hard erection. She is between my legs with her tits now on my thighs. She proceeds to wrap them around my cock, encasing it in a tunnel of flesh. How did she know the right place to position me? She works up and down and I somehow find a reserve of blood to at least create a sustainable erection. I eventually thrust back and manage to dribble out the last fluid my balls have been able to produce. By now my sister has arrived and apparently it's funny to slosh part of her margarita at the top of the tit tunnel on the tip of my deflating cock. She sucks the liquid from the human shot glass we have created as the frozen concoction reduces me to the size of an acorn. I slip off the side of the pool and rinse the sticky substance off me. Enough pool for me. I kick my trunks up to my hand, grab a towel and head inside. Up the stairs to our guest room to find some fresh clothes. I wait awhile to see if my wife will follow. When she doesn't, I attempt to imagine them in a threesome, dismissing the image as I can't picture any scenario that involves sister on sister action. Eventually, I head back down the stairs, hearing the whirr of the blender just before the doorbell rings, signaling the delivery of a couple of pizzas. I'm handed a plate with some slices and a frozen drink, we head out to the pool side table. As I pick up my second slice, I notice something else on my plate. Why does my plate have a little blue pill? Better yet, who put it there? I'm pretty sure we will sleep well after all the activity, but just in case, I swallow the pill, setting my internal alarm for 3AM. Who can I expect to find next to me? Finally My Wife Takes Control I have been married for 11 years. For the last 10 I have had fantasies of serving my beautiful wife Heather as a sex slave, to be dominated, humiliated and controlled by her. A few times she has tried to indulge my fantasies, but she really could never get into it, that all changed a few nights ago. I was watching the sports on ESPN before going to bed. I heard my wife enter the family room. I didn’t look at her immediately, but when I did was I surprised. She was wearing a black teddy, with stockings, high heels, and looked sexy, powerful, and in control. Somehow I new she was now into it. She walked up to me, and pressed my face into her pussy. I could smell her heavenly scent and feel the warmth. She pushed me onto my back, and unsnapped the teddy and sat that sweet pussy on my face. The only thing she said the entire time was EAT! I expertly brought her off with my tongue and then she smeared her juices all over my face, got up and told me to come to bed. I was following her like the a little puppy. She laid down on the bed and spread her legs, and commanded me to eat her again. I was still fully clothed but I dove between her legs and started sucking her big clit. It was not long till she had her legs wrapped around my head and was furiously fucking my face. Then she had her second orgasm. This one was better than her first, she was moaning, panting, and humping my face. I stood up and undressed ready to fuck her silly. She had rolled over to catch her breath so I moved behind her, intending do fuck her from behind. But she stopped me. Told me it was late and to get some sleep. I said hey, what about me? She told me if I proved worthy maybe she would get me off tomorrow. I was horny, I wanted to cum now, and told her so. She said ok, jack you self off, Ill enjoy the show. I didn’t want to jack off in front of her, but she insisted. As I was playing with my hard cock she started teasing me about how I had to get myself off, after I had eaten her to 2 orgasms. Then she rubbed her finger in my pre cum, and brought her finger to my lips. She told me to suck it off, and that I had better learn to acquire a taste for cum, because a good slave will clean up any messes he makes. That brought me over the edge, and I started cumming all over my chest. Heather then stuck her tits in the pool of cum and made me lick it off. It wasn’t that bad till she started calling me her little cum eating slave. She made me eat it all and thank her for it. I slept great that night, when I woke up nothing was said about the previous events. I was glad because I was embarrassed. I went to work as normal. Later that day she showed up at my office, dressed in a sexy little sundress. She shut the door, pulled up her dress, took of her lace panties and told me to eat her wet pussy. I loved eating her almost as much as she loved having me do it. There I was on the floor between her legs eating her pussy as she sat in my leather chair. She was grabbing me by the hair pulling my face in deeper and deeper. And I loved it. In less than 5 minutes she was cumming all over my face. Then she stood up, told me to strip. I got naked so quick I should have been given a medal. Heather then started going through my desk drawers. I had no idea what she was up to. Then she pulled out a ruler. She smiled at me, and told me to bend over my desk. Before I knew she was spanking my ass. There I was, an executive of a successful company, bent over my desk getting a spanking from my wife. After the spanking, she grabbed my hard dick, rubbed her finger over the head and fed me my pre cum. Then she handed me her panties and told me to put them on. I was in shock. But afraid not to obey her. I had wanted this for years, now it was happening and I knew I had to face whatever she had planned. She told me to be home at 5:30, not a minute later. When I arrived home at 5:30 sharp she met me at the door. Now she was wearing a leather teddy I had bought her years ago that she had never worn before. Quickly she blindfolded me, and handcuffed my hands behind my back. I was told I didn’t deserve to see her naked body, but she stripped me, down to my panties. She pulled me to our bedroom by my throbbing dick. She pushed me onto my back and sat on my face. I knew what to do, and quickly got to it. While I was eating her, she noticed the pre cum spot I had made on her panties I was wearing. She became very mad and told me I had to be punished. She made me go to the kitchen, and bring her a wooden spoon so she could spank me. I had to carry it with my teeth, being still cuffed. She started spanking my ass with that spoon, telling me I should have told her I was leaking. With each slap, I got harder. Which she teased me about also. Then she went to her drawer, gave me a new pair of panties to wear, she didn’t like those so she gave me another, and another, before I knew it I was modeling all of her lingerie for her entertainment. She threatened to tell my friends, but I begged her not too. She said maybe we could work something out. I was wearing a teddy at this time. She told me I was one sexy bitch. I was humiliated. Standing there hard as a rock wearing a teddy in front of my wife. She then asked me if I was a hot bitch, I admitted I was. She asked me if the hot bitch wanted to get fucked? Oh yes I said. I should have known something was wrong the way she giggled. She went to her dresser, got her vibrator. I knew what was going to happen, she saw the fear in my face, and that only made her smile more. She put the dick up to her pussy and demanded that I suck her dick. I was on my hands and knees sucking her just like she had me a thousand times. She was calling me her cocksucking slave. She asked me if I liked her dick, I wanted to say no, but I couldn’t, and she knew it. Then she said her dick wanted to fuck. She rolled me over, treating me like the virgin I was. She lubed my ass, and put the vibrator just at the entrance. Here she was teasing me. She knew I wanted it, and she made me tell her. I asked her to fuck me, she said what, I had to repeat it. As she slid her dick in me she teased me about wanting her dick in my ass. I relaxed and took it all, it was great. She fucked my ass for a few minutes till she had to have my dick. She pulled out of me, rolled me onto my back and rode my dick for all she was worth. Finally, I was getting some pussy. I had wanted this for 2 days. I couldn’t last long, I filled her with what was the biggest load of my life. She continued to ride me till she came. She collapsed on top of me. My dick was still inside her, getting softer. When it slipped out. She stood up, her legs were on each side of my head. I was looking straight up at a cum filled pussy. She said I seemed to enjoy cum on tits, let’s see how you like it in pussy. Slowly she started dropping her pussy to my face. Instead of having me just eat her, she smeared it all over my face, then she sat her pussy on my tongue and demanded I clean every bit of my cum out of her. I was too happy to obey. As I cleaned her pussy, she came on my face again. That night, I went to bed not only with a smile on my face, but our dried cum as well. And I loved it.