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Helping Mom

By: bonnybee



Dad's Hunting Trip

Marcy Cee sat quietly in her SUV, parked in their driveway, desperately trying to think of something she could say to Mark to make him feel better. She'd just returned from taking Don, her husband, and John, her oldest son, to the airport. They'd just departed for a month long hunting and fishing trip to Alaska. Mark, her youngest son, was devastated that he hadn't been asked to go, for the date coincided with his first week in college.

"I can start a week late," he'd pleaded.

"Not this time, son," her husband had said, "You need to be here to start your first semester in college. Don't worry though, John and I'll bring home the meat."

That was his justification for going on this trip. Bring home the meat. If they brought home a ton of meat it would only have cost them eight dollars a pound.  She flipped her head, pushing her long blond hair back over her ears as she did, exasperated, but still not knowing how to approach Mark's feelings.  Opening the door, she slid her long, tanned legs to the ground, and slammed the door.  That might at least let Mark know she was home.

She walked toward the door, the length of her well-toned legs accentuated by the shortness of the cut-offs she'd worn this morning. Her sleeveless white blouse was a lovely contrast to the tan of her arms.  The bra, constraining the bouncing globes of her breasts, could be plainly seen.  She opened the kitchen door and went inside.

"Mark, honey," I'm home she yelled up the stairs.  "How about some breakfast? C'mon down, I'll make French toast and link sausage."  His favorite breakfast, she thought, which may get him into at least a decent mood.  She rattled around in the kitchen, setting a bowl on the counter for the eggs, and got out the grill and plugged it in, turning the heat to high. Setting a loaf of bread on the counter, next to the eggs, she went to the fridge and got out the link sausage and butter.  

"Damn," she muttered to herself, "syrup's on the top shelf again."  The stool she stood on was old, and wobbly. The syrup just out of her reach.  One more try, she thought, then I'll get Mark to get it down.  She stretched. The stool tipped. She fell, both hands landing palms down on the red-hot grill.  Her screech echoed throughout the house.

Mark bounded down the stairs, taking them three or four at a time. 

"What's wrong Mom? What happened?"  

She held out her burned hands toward him. 

"I slipped and landed on the grill." Tears streamed from her eyes.  

He quickly helped her up, started cold water running in the sink, and held her hands under it for a few seconds. "Keep them under the cold water for a few more minutes," he said, "I'll get some ice and a towel."

It was only a second before he returned with the ice and towel. Wrapping the ice in the wet towel, he then wrapped her hands inside it. 

"C'mon," he said, "I'm taking you to the hospital.  It's only a few blocks away and I can drive you there."

They rushed to the car and he drove her to the emergency room.  

Two hours later, coming out of the hospital, Marcy was weak-kneed and staggering slightly. The pain medication the doctor had given her was plainly working. 

"I feel like a mummy," she giggled, holding out both hands, covered with bandages and wrapped with gauze clear above her wrist. "The doctor said they'd have been a lot worse if you hadn't put ice on them right away."  

She'd still received some bad third degree burns, but most of the burns were just second degree. They were going to keep her in the hospital for a few days, but she'd told them that she could get along just fine at home, with his help.

"You will help me, won't you Mark?"

"Of course, Mom. We'll manage just fine."  He didn't realize what he was saying.

When they'd arrived home, he'd helped her into the house, got her settled on the couch, then went to clean up the mess they'd made in the kitchen.

"Guess we'd best get something to eat, hadn't we, Mom?" Mark called from the kitchen. "Still want French toast and sausage?"

"That sounds great, hon." She'd called back.  

She could hear Mark banging around in the kitchen, cleaning up and preparing breakfast. It wasn't long before he carried in a tray and set it on the coffee table in front of the couch. 

"I didn't know how to make coffee, so I just brought a glass of orange juice. Hope that's okay."

"That'll be fine, hon." she said, straightening up on the couch and reaching for her fork. It slipped through her heavily bandaged hands and fell on the floor. She reached for it, but couldn't pick it up. The doctor had put something in the bandages so she couldn't bend her fingers.  

"Mark, we've got a problem. I can't bend my fingers to grip anything.  I guess you're going to have to feed me. Do you mind."

"Of course not, Mom," he replied, coming over and cutting the French toast into pieces. He fed her, piece by piece, until she'd finished it, then held up a sausage between his fingers. She took it between pursed lips, sucking it right out of his fingers into her mouth. He watched in rapt attention. When she'd finished that one, he handed her another.  This time her tongue came from between her full, luscious lips, licking the sausage seductively, before letting it slide between her parted lips.  

"What's the matter, baby? Haven't you seen anyone suck a sausage before?"  Her eyes twinkled with suppressed merriment. The medication had really taken hold.

"Sure, Mom," he said, grinning, "but not quite like that."  He got up, picked up the dishes, and carried them to the kitchen.  "I'll clean up here, then I'm going to go for a run. Okay?"

"Sure, baby, that'll be fine." Her eyes followed him as he moved, noticing the growing bulge in the front of his sweats. "Don't stay away too long, I may need you to help me do something."

He finished cleaning the kitchen, put on a pair of running shoes, then paused as he was going out the door. "I won't be gone long, Mom. You gonna be okay?"

She smiled at him. "I'll be fine, hon. Go for your run. I'll be here when you get back."

She watched as he left, then settling back on the couch, closed her eyes, and thought about what had happened this morning.  

"At least," she thought, "it took his mind off the hunting trip." 

A wry smile played across her lips. It was a hell-of-a-way to get him thinking about something else.  Her thoughts drifted to last night and the hot, steamy sex she and Don had indulged in before he left. It had been good, but still left her hornier than hell. And him gone for a month, and her with her hands bandaged. Can't even do myself.  The thoughts spread warmth through her groin and her nipples hardened with desire.

"Settle yourself down, girl," she admonished herself, "your in for a long, dry month."

The warm feeling in her groin grew to a sudden urgency. 

"Damn it," she muttered, "I've got to go pee, and no way in hell I'm ever going to be able to undo these damn pants."  

She sat there squirming on the couch, waiting for Mark to come home. Fifteen minutes passed. Then twenty. Suddenly she realized she not only had to pee, she need to have a bowel movement too. She paced between the windows, looking out each one as she passed, looking for Mark to help her.  She stopped.  Would Mark help her? Would it embarrass him to much?  If she asked him really nice, she was sure he would help. Even if it embarrassed him.  She heard him running up the drive and hurried toward the door as he came in.

"Mark! You've got to help me! I've got to go to the bathroom and can't get my pants unbuttoned or down. Please help me." She turned and started for the bathroom, Mark right behind her. She'd have laughed if it hadn't been so serious.

Standing in front of the toilet she turned to Mark. "Undo my pants and pull them and my panties down so I can go. Hurry! Please! Don't be embarrassed. Please help me."

He fumbled at the buttons on her pants till he got them undone, then with one big shove pushed them down past her knees.  She sat down on the toilet immediately, the water jetting from her in a yellow stream, splashing into the bowl with wanton glee.  Mark stood staring as he watched his mother pee, then turning a bright scarlet, turned and started to leave.

"Don't leave yet," Marcy said, smiling thankfully up at him, "I'm going to need some help when I get finished too."  She looked up at him, at his flushed cheeks, and the bulge that was back in the front of his sweats. He was staring, as if mesmerized, at the hairy juncture between her thighs, his breathing coming in short gasps, and not from the running.

"Wha....wha....what you want me to do?"

"You'll have to wipe me, when I'm finished," she said smiling, holding her bandaged hands toward him, "don't be shy. I'll tell you what to do."

When she'd finished she looked up at him.  "Come kneel here between my legs." she spread her legs wide. "Fold some toilet paper into a nice pad and pat my pussy to get the pee of the hairs, then go on back and wipe my butt. Like you do your own, except you come from back to front."  

He kneeled before her, his face flushed and hand shaking. He made a pad of the paper, then reached gingerly down between her legs and patted softly the damp mass of curly hair.

"Harder," she said, a catch in her voice, "you need to rub a little harder."  He did, feeling his finger slip between the swollen lips of her pussy.  She let him stay there for a long moment before saying, "Now wipe my ass."  He put his free hand on her naked thigh, balancing as he leaned forward, and wiped across her anus. She caught her breath as he wiped, his finger entering her anus just the tiniest bit.  He dropped the paper into the bowl and flushed the toilet, but kept kneeling there, one hand on her naked thigh, his eyes locked on her hairy pussy.

She scooted forward on the toilet seat, spreading her legs even wider, "What? You've never seen one of these before?"

His voice broke as he answered, "Just in pictures. They're a lot nicer in real life."

She smiled at him, tenderly, "You'll probably be seeing a lot more of mine before we get my hands healed."  She giggled, "And probably a whole lot more.  Want to help me get ready for bed.  Might as well put on my nightgown now. I don't have a hell-uv-a-lot left to take off."

Mark stood up in front of her, the bulge in his sweats throbbing with each beat of his heart.

"Don't be embarrassed about that," she said, brushing her heavily bandaged hands across the front of his sweats, "It's just natural. Shows you're growing up and becoming a man. Go bring me a nightgown from my bedroom, would you please."

"Sure, which one do you want?"

"I don't care. You pick one."

Marcy watched as he left the room, his slender body rippling with suppressed energy. She gasped when he brought back the nightgown. She'd supposed he'd bring back the old flannel granny that was hanging behind the door, but he'd came back with the one she'd wore last night. The one that was to impress her husband on what he was missing while he was away. It was silk, almost transparent, mid-thigh, cut low in the back, with a string tie that tied behind the neck. It left little to the imagination.

Her face was pink as she looked up at him, questioningly.

"You said take my pick," he said, grinning impishly.

"So I did," she said, grinning back at him, "but I thought you'd bring something back a little more demur.  Well, let's get it on, then. You're going to have to take off my blouse and bra."

He knelt again between her legs and fumbled the buttons on her blouse undone, then carefully guided her arms and hands through the armhole, tossing the blouse onto the dirty clothes hamper. He stood up then, pausing for a moment to admire the globes that almost burst out of their constraint, leaning over her shoulder, reaching for the clasp of her bra, struggling to get the snaps loose, the bulge in his sweats only inches from her face.  Finally the snaps came undone, the loosened bra falling forward on her shoulders, her breasts bouncing free.  He guided the straps gently over her hands, then threw the bra into the pile with the blouse. He stepped back, admiring the breasts his mother proudly displayed. 

"Good Lord, Mom," he breathed, almost reverently, "they're beautiful. So perfect."

And they were. Beautiful, symmetric globes, tipped with silver dollar sized aureole, the nipples jutting ever higher as they became more erect.  They lifted and fell rapidly, to match her breathing.

"C'mon, help me get this gown on. I feel silly being the only one naked."

"I could take of my sweats," he said, only half joking.

"I don't think so, not now." she smiled playfully at him.

He helped her put the gown on, tied the strings behind her neck, then stepping back, reached out his hand for her, drawing her to her feet.

She spun around, modeling the nightgown for him. Smiling wickedly from under lowered lashes. "Now don't you wish you'd brought the granny?"

"No way!" he murmured, "No way."

They went into the living room and turned on the TV.  She lay down on the couch again, spreading the nightgown over her legs as far as it would go.  They watched a movie and finally Mark said, "It's almost supper time. Shall we order a pizza?"

"Sounds good to me. It's almost time for those pills the doctor gave me. My hands are starting to hurt again."

Mark called in a pizza, then brought the pills and a glass of water for his mother. She sat up on the couch as he placed the pills between her parted lips, then held the glass of water while she drank.

"Thanks," she sighed softly, lying back down on the couch.  As she twisted, trying to get comfortable, one breast popped out of the gown, and the gown hiked higher on her hips. She didn't seem to notice.

Mark sat on the recliner, and leaned back. From his vantage-point he could almost see underneath the edge of the short nightgown.  One breast was in plain view, the other completely covered. Mark's hand slipped inside his sweats, slowly stroking his aching hard-on. He watched as his mother twisted in her sleep, finally raising one leg, bent at the knee and leaned it against the back of the couch. Her gown fell loosely about her waist, her pussy was bare, open to Mark's lavacious stare.  

The doorbell rang.  His mother stirred in her slumber, the medication had really zonked her. Mark hurried to the door, paid the pizza man, and brought the pizza back to the coffee table.

"Mom .... Mom.... are you okay? The pizza guy brought the pizza."  

She stirred briefly, then settled back on the couch.  Mark moved around beside her, and sat on the edge of the couch. His hand resting on her bare belly. She stirred again, at his touch, but then again seemed to drift off to sleep. He moved his hand lower, into the hair covering her sweet slit. She made no move. He bent, his mouth covering the nipple that was exposed, sucking, licking, nibbling on her erect nipple.  She seemed to moan softly at his touch.  His finger slid gently inside the folds of flesh, surprised at the heat and moisture there. His lips kept worrying her breast, kissing, sucking, and exploring.  His finger moved deeper, finding the entrance of her hot tunnel and plunged inside as far as it would go.  She made a sighing sound, her hips twisted upward toward the searching finger. He withdrew, running his fingers up and down the length of her slit, gathering the hot sticky fluid, till again he came to the entrance of her hole. This time he plunged two fingers in. She let out an audible gasp, he withdrew, only to plunge them in once again.  Her gasp this time was a soft moan. His thumb found the lump at the top of her slit and began rubbing it, slowly at first, then faster and harder. His fingers kept up their game of enter, withdraw...enter, withdraw.  Her breathing was becoming labored, her hips wildly gyrating, searching for release. Suddenly her body stiffened, her hips thrust wildly at the air, her back arched, a long slow moan escaped her barely parted lips, followed by two or three soft ohhh ohhh ohhhs, then she sank slowly back onto the couch. Mark sat there beside her, his hand still planted firmly over her pussy, his fingers gently stirring.

“Mom... Mom...You okay?" he asked, reaching for her hand. "Get up, the pizza man brought the pizza." He pulled her to a sitting position, before removing his hand from between her legs. She swayed groggily, resting one bandaged hand on his shoulder.

"I must have dozed off. But I had a marvelous dream. Maybe I'll tell you about it tomorrow." She looked at the pizza, then continued. "I'm not very hungry right now. Let me drink this drink, then you can help me to bed. Okay?"

He nodded, holding the drink up to her while she guzzled it down, then helping her up, walked her to her bedroom. The bed hadn't been made from last night so he helped her into it, then covered her with a sheet.

"I'm going to take a shower now," he told her, "will you be okay?"

"I'll be fine, baby. Thank you for helping so much today. I don't know what I've had done without you."

Marcy lay back on the bed, listening as Mark moved around the house, then suddenly she could hear the shower running. The running water made her realize she needed to pee again.

"Damn, always something," she muttered to herself, getting up from the bed and walking to the door of the bedroom. She stepped into the darkened hall, walking swiftly toward the sliver of light that peeped through the slight opening in the bathroom door.

"At least he didn't lock the door," she thought, as she hurried down the hall, hiking her gown above her waist and holding it so there would be no hindrance when she sat down. "I'll just slip in and pee and out again. He won't even know I'm there."

She stopped before the door for an instant, the water was still running loudly, the sound made the pain in her bladder even stronger. Opening the door, she quickly stepped into the room, sitting down on the toilet as she did. Her stream splashed noisily into the water as she swung the door closed. Her jaw dropped open in shocked amazement. In front of her, leaning against the clothes hamper was Mark, stark naked. He held his throbbing cock in his pistoning hand, its gorged purple head glistening with precum.

He took a step toward her, his hand still pumping the turgid member, pointing it right at her.

"Oh shi... ohhh mom ... can't stop...can’t stop...sorry." Then his creamy, white cum erupted from the head of his cock, spraying out in voluminous spurts, the first of which hit her square in the face. The second landed on her breasts and the rest he sprayed across her belly, down to the short curly hair covering her pussy. He stood there for what seemed an hour, but could have only been a few seconds, before blurting out, "Ohhh shit, mom ...I'm sorry...I just couldn't stop...I'm so sorry," before bursting out the door and running to his room.

She sat there in stunned silence for a few long moments. The spurt that had hit her in the face ran down across her lips and she unconsciously ran her tongue out to taste it. Mmmm good, she thought, at least as good as his Dad's, a smile broke across her face as she thought of the look on his face as his sperm covered her. 

"Mark,...Mark, honey...it wasn't your fault. I should have knocked." She didn't know if he could hear her through his closed door. She reached for a towel, and as good as she could, wiped the dripping cum from her face and body. Then got up and walked to his door. She knocked, but there was no answer.

"Mark, baby...it's okay. It wasn't your fault." She spoke to the door. " I've asked a lot of you today and should have known how worked up you'd get. I should have knocked before coming in the bathroom, but thought I could just sneak in while you were showering and you'd never know I'd been there. That sure didn't work," she finished giggling. 


Helping Mom



The following story is a work of fiction. 

“Could you help me with this curtain rod honey?” Jason heard his mom hollering. 

“Sure,” he shouted back. “Hold on a sec, I just got out of the shower.” 

“Okay, but hurry,” she responded. “I can’t hold this thing up much longer.” 

Quickly wrapping a towel around his waist, eighteen-year-old Jason hurried to the bedroom, where he saw his mom holding up the rod for his new curtains. 

“I thought I could do this myself,” she explained, “but it’s a bit more complicated than I expected.”

He wondered if she realized how hot she looked in her short nightgown, standing there on her tip toes, her arms extended above her head holding the curtain rod. Her position lifted the hem of her silky lavender nightie until it barely covered her full, round ass. Jason found himself fantasizing about having an excuse to lean down. He knew he’d be able to see under it. He wondered if she was wearing panties. Maybe she had on her white thong. He always looked for that pair in the laundry. Smelling her musky panty crotch while he jacked off was one of his favorite ways to masturbate. Her sexy woman’s scent always made him cum so hard. 

“Jason!” she said impatiently, glancing at him over her shoulder. “Hurry up.” She caught him staring at her ass. “The little shit!” she thought. She’d noticed more and more lately that he was taking an interest in her body. She supposed it was only natural. She ignored the warm, flushed feeling that went through her. 

“Reach over my head and hold this while I put the screws in,” she directed. He moved up behind her, felt the warmth of her back through the thin fabric of her gown as his chest brushed against her. He moved back when he felt his body react. 

“You let it move,” she said, a bit annoyed. “Move up closer where you can hold it in place.” He moved closer again, and tried not to notice the sweet smell of her blond hair, the silky warmth of her skin. He concentrated hard, willing his cock not to stiffen. He was fine until she raised the screw driver and began pushing and turning it to insert the screw into the trim. The pressure she was exerting forced her back against him. Her sexy ass pushed and rubbed against cock, and the towel began to loosen. 

“Hold still mom!” he demanded. “You’re making my towel fall off.” 

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” she said breathlessly. ”These screws are tough to get in. Don’t worry, I can’t see you anyway.” ‘Seeing him wasn’t the problem,’ Jason thought. ‘If she didn’t quit wiggling, she was certainly going to be able to feel him.’ “Shit!” he muttered, as the towel slid to the floor. 

“What?” Her distracted query was barely audible as she struggled to get the second screw into the solid oak trim. 

“My towel’s on the floor now. This is just great.” 

“I can’t see anything. Don’t worry about it. This will only take a few more minutes.” 

“Damn it,” she muttered as the screw began going crooked. She reversed the direction of the screw driver. “I’m going to have to start over on this one.” 

Jason tried to ignore the silky-soft heat of her cloth-covered ass as it rubbed against his naked teenage cock. He knew the feeling of heaviness he was experiencing did not bode well for his vow not to get an erection. As his cock began to grow, he couldn’t help looking down, watching it swell and lengthen as if reaching for the warmth he knew existed between those firm round cheeks. The visual stimulation made it even worse, and his cock grew quickly. He tried to look away, but his eyes were drawn to the erotic sight, ‘like a fantasy come true,’ he thought, and then flushed guiltily for thinking about his mom that way. 

Gradually, Lisa became aware of the hot pressure of his cock against her ass. She tried to hold still, but it was difficult to push and twist the screwdriver without moving. She knew she was only making the situation worse, ‘but it’s not like I can help it,’ she thought. Her senses began focusing on the contact between their bodies. As his erection grew, she felt the swollen head of his cock poking at the backs of her thighs just below her ass cheeks. She was embarrassed to feel her nipples stiffen and her pussy swell. 

As Jason’s cock reached its full length and thickness, his aroused mind began demanding a certain boldness that he’d never before had the courage to express. He leaned forward a bit, feeling the tip of his cock touch the base of her ass crack where her thighs met. Feeling a sticky wetness, he pulled back. ‘God,’ he thought, ‘I’m already dripping pre-cum.’ He wondered if she noticed. Then the thought entered his mind that maybe it was her that the wetness came from. Could his mom be as aroused as he was? Jason felt his heart pounding in his chest. Fear and arousal overwhelmed him, and the arousal won out. He pushed his cock head against her again, using more pressure this time, until the sensitive head of his penis was wedged between her thighs and he could feel her pubic hair tickling it. The sensation was exquisite, and he nearly moaned. 

Lisa nearly moaned too, when she felt that delicious hot cock pushing into the warmth between her thighs. ‘I can’t believe this is happening,’ she thought as she tried to focus on installing the curtain rod, but her mind could only think about how good it felt to have that stiff, young cock nestled against her swollen cunt lips. She wondered if he could feel the wetness seeping from between them. She knew this was wrong, but damn, it had been so long. Way too long. She kept working, but as she turned the screw driver, she allowed her legs to move apart a bit more, and then heard his quick indrawn breath. As he exhaled, he leaned forward slowly, and she felt his mushroom-shaped head glide lightly along her lips, felt it brush through her short blonde pubic hair until his shaft was lying full-length along her pussy slit, and his smooth toned belly was pressed against her ass. She couldn’t suppress a tiny moan. Nor could she stop herself from gently moving her hips forward, causing his cock shaft to rub deliciously along her sensitive pussy lips. She held her breath for a split second, until she felt him move forward, felt the throbbing veins of his thick shaft sliding through her wet pussy hair, knowing that her aroused cunt was coating his shaft with slippery wetness. She inhaled deeply and her senses were assailed by the erotic, musky scent that drifted up from between her legs. The smell of his pre-cum mixed with her own woman’s scent made her whimper, and she no longer made a pretense of putting up curtain rods. 

Jason, his mind blurred with arousal, noticed immediately when his mom dropped her arms and leaned forward against the wall pushing her sexy ass toward him. Not sure what to do, he slowly pulled back again. The feel of her warm, sticky pubic hair dragging along his throbbing shaft had him shaking with need, his entire being focused on the site of his thick cock shaft sliding in and out between her thighs. He inhaled deeply, high on the musky scent of her aroused cunt. He jumped when he felt something gently grasp his balls, and then realized she had reached back between her legs to gently cup and fondle his heavy sack. Her forearm grazed the underside of his cock as he slid it between her wet thighs, and she pushed against it, forcing his shaft into the cleft of her pussy. He groaned when he felt the swollen heat of her full pussy lips surrounding his sensitive cock. Holding his erection tightly against her pussy, she pulled gently at his ball sack, encouraging him to move forward, then back. On each stroke, the head and rim of his cock dragged across her swollen clit, and then pushed past the upper cleft of her slit into her juice-matted cunt hair. His hands dropped from the curtain rod and grasped her by the hips. 

“Oh baby,” Lisa moaned, “we really shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn’t have your cock between my legs like this. It’s very naughty of you, you know.” 

“Feels so good, mom,” Jason muttered, almost incoherent with lust. “Can I please fuck your pussy, mom? Please?” He begged. He leaned over her back, reaching under her nightie to cup her full tits. “You have gorgeous tits, mom,” he whispered. “Your nipples are so big they look hard even when they aren’t.” He caught a nipple between the fingers of each hand, and began to pull and tug at them, feeling them stiffen. Her thighs tightened, and she pushed his cock harder into her slit, moaning loudly. 

“Stop touching my titties that way honey. It makes mama’s pussy so wet and hot when you do that. You can’t fuck me. That would be very bad. Really,” she gasped. “You have to stop this right now!” Her attempt at gaining control was undermined by the fact that her hips were hunching against his cock as her arm pushed it hard against her stiff clit, and her hand still grasped his ball sack. 

“Just a little mom? Please just let me put my cock in a little ways? “He pleaded, as his fingers continued to pinch and twist her sensitive nipples. “Don’t you need to feel my huge cockhead stretching open your tight cunt? “ Suddenly, he pulled away from her, his cock sliding from between her thighs, his hands stopping their delicious torture of her firm tits. 

“Noooo!” A disappointed groan tore from her as her aroused body was deprived of the stimulation it needed. 

“Lie down on the bed Mom. Let me put my cock inside you and I’ll make you cum so hard. Spread your legs for me and show me that sexy cunt you’ve been rubbing all over my cock. Can you smell the hot musky scent of it? Can you Mom?” Her eyes were glazed as she turned to look at him. He reached down and slowly pulled her nightgown up over her head, relishing the sight of her curvy woman’s body as it was revealed to him. Her small waist and full, curved hips framed a rounded pussy mound covered with closely-trimmed, blonde pubic hair. Her swollen cunt lips were red and glistened with her juices. His cock jumped at the sight of her stiff clit pushing out from between her puffy lips. With one hand, he continued to lift the gown up over her head, while his other hand reached down to lightly caress her slit and circle her erect little woman’s cock. As he pulled the gown off completely, he let it drop to the floor, then reached up to grasp her nipples and pull her toward him until the tip of his cock was nestled against her wet slit. 

“How about it, mom? Lie down on the bed and let me give you the fucking you need.” Her eyes were glued to his stiff cock pointing lewdly at her needy cunt. 

“I’ll just put it in a little, ok? Just a little, unless you say you want more. How about that?” She exhaled, and then without looking at him, whispered “okay” under her breath. He turned and led her to her bed, one arm around her waist and the other kneading a tit as she walked. He inhaled sharply when she took hold of his cock. She lay back on the bed, pulling him to her by tugging at his erection. Jason kneeled between his mom’s thighs and stared at her pussy, its lips gaping open to reveal the glistening, deep pink folds of her labia and her protruding clit. 

As Lisa guided her son’s cock toward her open and willing cunt, her legs spread further, her knees lifting off the bed. She pressed the tip of his cock against her stiff clit, rubbing it back and forth over her swollen bud until his throbbing purple cockhead was coated with a mixture of her juices and his precum. Gripping his shaft firmly, she slid the head up and down her slit, moaning softly each time it moved over her clit. She looked up at Jason. His glazed expression and lust-filled eyes followed her movements. 

“I’m going to hold your cock shaft to make sure you don’t put it in me too far.” She whispered. Her voice soft with need, she continued, “just to help you stay in control.” 

Jason felt her hand slide down his shaft as she pointed his swollen cockhead at the mouth of her pussy. The heat and wetness of her cunt surrounded him, and his eyes closed, his head dropped back as sensation overwhelmed him. Her hand pulled gently on his shaft, and he moved forward until his cockhead sunk into her heat. Her hand allowed him to go no further. As he leaned over her, both of them staring between their bodies at her hand wrapped around his cock shaft, the head buried inside her pussy, he felt her other hand go around him and cup his ass. 

“A little further now, honey” Lisa directed, her voice raspy with arousal. He felt her hand pressing against his ass, pushing him forward as her other hand pulled on his throbbing shaft. His cock pushed her cunt walls open, burrowing inside her wetness until he was buried half way. 

“Okay sweetie,” Lisa whispered. “That’s enough. We can’t really fuck, but you can see what it would be like if we did. Can you feel that?” She asked, as Jason felt her cunt walls contracting rhythmically around his cock. 

“That’s how my pussy would be sucking at your cock if we were fucking. Does that feel nice?”

“Ummmm, yes!” Jason voice was shaking with his effort not to have an orgasm. His tenuous control broke when he felt his mom’s finger slip between his ass cheeks and begin to rub his sensitive asshole. His cock leaped, and he pushed hard against her as he felt cum rising up his shaft. 

“Oh god, Mom. I’m going to cum. Oh Mommmmm!” Her fingertip penetrated his tight hole just as his cock erupted inside her. He vaguely realized his cock was buried to the hilt in her wet cunt, but as the sensation of the strongest orgasm he’d ever experienced overtook him, he was only aware of slamming his spurting cock into her as hard as he could. Her moans of release barely penetrated his consciousness. He collapsed on top of her, his softening cock being massaged by her orgasmic contractions as he relaxed and felt his breathing return to normal. 

“That was very naughty of you to fuck Mommy that way, Jason,” Lisa told him softly. “We can’t let that happen again,” she continued, squeezing her pussy around her son’s already stiffening cock. 



Helping Mom



I returned home for the summer after my sophomore year at college. Soon after I got home, my sister Ashley told me she had something important and private she wanted to show me. 

Before I continue, I should probably describe my mother and my sister. Both are incredibly beautiful with great, voluptuous figures. My mother is a fiery redhead with wavy red hair to her shoulders, deep blue eyes and full lips. She has very large, firm tits, (40DD the last time looked at her bra), a thin waist, flaring hips, a nice ass and long shapely legs.

Ashley is a natural blond with long, wavy hair that reaches down to the middle of her back. She has a very pretty face with baby blue eyes, high cheekbones and luscious, full lips. She looks a lot like Jessica Simpson. She has a figure like her as well with large tits, a tiny waist, a tight, heart-shaped ass and long legs.

A few minutes later, I was in Ashley's room.

"A couple of weeks ago, I came home early from college. Mom was not around and I noticed a chat session was active on the computer. When I went over to look, I was shocked to see the name of the chat room was 'The Punishment Room'. Investigating closer, the nickname being used was 'Naughtycunt'. I surmised it must be mom's. I quickly hit the print button. Here is what she was chatting about."

She handed me several sheets of paper with printing on them. I read the entire chat session. My mother was apparently talking with a man and a woman. They started by asking her if she fantasized about being punished which she indicated she did 'all the time'. They asked her if she ever lived out those fantasies. My mother indicated that she hadn't been punished since the last time her father spanked her when she was 18. They then grilled her about her fantasies. My mother told them she fantasized about having her ass, tits and pussy spanked and whipped. It was clear from the text that her favorite fantasy was about having her big tits punished; having them spanked and whipped, wearing wicked nipples clamps for hours and even wearing special bras with sharp tacks in them. They went on to ask my mom if she would ever act out those fantasies. She said not unless she completely trusted the other person or people. Finally, they asked her if she had any other fantasies to which she reply she wanted to be forced to expose her body to strangers.

Needless to say, I was stunned.

"Wow," I said. 

I looked at my beautiful sister. She had been reading it over my shoulder. I was surprised to see that her nipples were hard and she was breathing hard. She was excited. It was then I realized I was hard myself. 

"I think we need to help her fulfill her fantasies," my sister said.

"What?" I replied.

"We should help her fulfill her fantasies. She will never find anyone she trusts more than you and I!" she replied.

"What do you want to do? Go down there and ask if she would mind going over your knee for a good spanking?" I asked. 

"No! We will need to bring her along slowly if this is going to work. I have a plan," she replied with a smile.

"Let's hear it," I replied.

"Well, tonight you and I will play backgammon and the winner will spank the loser so she can hear," she replied.

"Ashley, you do know that I am a champion backgammon player," I said. 

"Of course, that's why I chose it. I think she'll get much more excited seeing you spanking me than the other way around," she replied. 

"I still don't see how this is going to get us any closer to her fantasy!" I stated. 

"This is just the first step in my plan. I am going to wear more and more revealing clothes over the next few days and encourage her to do the same. My hope is that one day, she will cross the line by wearing something too revealing. Then, you can call her on it and punish her."

"Well, it is a plan; I'm not sure how good it is," I replied. 

"What are you complaining about? You will get to spank me and see me dressed like a slut even if it doesn't work. Besides, do you have a better plan?"

"I might. But I will go along with yours for now. If I don't think it is working, I will put mine into effect."

"Fair enough," she replied. "Are you going to share your plan with me?'

"I am still thinking about it. I will share it with you if I decide to implement it!"

"OK!"

"I am not sure me spanking you just once is going to do the trick. We may want to repeat it several times over the next few days."

"You just want to get me over your knee more," she replied with a giggle. 

"Hey," I replied with my hands up in front of my chest, "it's your plan. I'm just trying to maximize the probability of success."

"Well. I thought we would play 2 or 3 games tonight," she replied. 

When I didn't reply, she said, "Now get out so I can get ready."

I went back downstairs and sat in the living room with my mother. A few minutes later, Ashley came down with the backgammon board under her arm. She had changed into a low-cut halter top and a pair of very tight and very short shorts. She was also wearing sandals with straps up her calves and 5" heels. To my chagrin, I got hard again as I watched her strut around with her big tits bouncing. 

"Peter, do you want to play a game of backgammon? I've been practicing and I bet I can beat you," she replied trying in vain to suppress a smile. 

"What's the bet?" I asked. 

"Whatever you want," she replied. "But I don't have any money so it will need to be something else."

"OK, go set it up and I will be there in a minute," I replied.

A couple of minutes later she called out from the family room that she was ready. I excused myself and left. I had been thinking how to make this as realistic as possible.

I sat down in front of the board and said, "OK, each point is worth 5 swats and that will increase with the doubling cube."

"That's a bit high, isn't it?" she asked nervously. 

"You said the bet was whatever I wanted," I replied with a smile.

"You wouldn't take advantage of your little sister, would you," she replied. Even though she seemed nervous, I noticed her nipples were getting stiff again beneath her tight top. She definitely was excited at the prospect of getting spanked by me. Maybe mom wasn't the only one in the family who had secret punishment fantasies!

"Well, if you're chicken, we can forget the whole thing," I replied.

"No, I agree. But the spanking will be over my shorts," she replied with a smirk like she outfoxed me. 

"Fine," I replied. "Let's play."

She rolled first and I doubled immediately; 10 swats. A couple of moves into the game, she rolled double sixes and got cocky, so she doubled; 20 swats. A few moves later, she tried to get her last man to safety and I knocked her off. I doubled; 40 swats. I had a good setup and it took her a couple of turns to get her man back on the board. She then made a tactical mistake and ran even though I was ahead. When I won, she ended up having three men still on the board.

"3 times 40 is 120," I replied. She moaned but her nipples were now hard as a rock and clearly visible.

"But I will offer you a deal. If you remove your shorts and allow me to spank your bare ass, I will cut that number in half." 

"No way," she replied. "120 over the shorts."

She stood up and came over to my right side. She leaned over until she was lying across my lap. I surprised her by yanking on the waist of her tight shorts causing them to wedge in her ass and expose a good portion of her white cheeks. 

"Noooo," she wailed loud enough for mom to hear.

I ignored her and started to spank that luscious ass. After I had delivered about 10 swats, mom called out, "What's going on in there?"

"Ashley is paying off her bet," I replied. 

I began to spank her exposed cheeks harder making a louder noise. After another 10 swats, I saw my mother in the doorway. 

"Peter, what are you doing?" she asked alarmed.

"Ashley decided the loser would get a spanking," I replied as I continued to wail on her rear-end. It was starting to get red and she was starting to moan softly. Even from this distance, I could see my mother's nipples pushing out her blouse. Over and over my hand landed on Ashley's exposed cheeks as my mother looked on. I finished with a hard flurry which got Ashley wriggling around my lap.

"Ashley, set it up again," I commanded. We had always played loser sets up the board. She got off my lap and gently sat on the couch and began setting up the board.

I looked at my mother and said, "Do you want to play the winner, mom?"

Ashley shot me a nasty look.

My mother looked surprised and excited. 

"For the same stakes?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"I don't think so Peter; it wouldn't be right," she replied softly. 

"OK! I guess I will just have to keep wailing on Ashley's ass for the rest of the evening!"

With that, my mother returned to the living room. When she had gone, Ashley said, "What did you do that for? I thought we agreed to bring her along slowly? You may have scared her off."

"Relax. You couldn't see her from your position over my knee, but she was very excited as she watched me spank you. Anyway, I don't think she was scared away at all. I bet that is all she is thinking about right now."

"OK! Let's play!"

Again, prior to my first turn, I doubled and she accepted; 10 swats. A few moves into the game, she knocked one of my men off. On her following turn, she doubled; 20 swats. I left my man in her home and eventually she got desperate to get it out so she knocked me off again. In the process, she left open one of her men in her home area. I knocked her off coming back in. On my next turn I doubled; 40 swats. I had six men off before she got her man back on the board. She only managed to bear off 3 before I won.

Ashley was white as a ghost. 

"Peter, I can't possibly take 480 swats," she said nervously.

"I will make you a deal; if you remove your shorts and allow me to spank your bare ass, I will cut that number in half. In addition, if you remove your top and allow me to administer half the swats to your bare breasts, I will cut the number to one third."

"Oh god, that is 80 on my butt and 40 on each breast. I don't know if I can take that," she replied still white. However, I did notice that her nipples were stiff again.

"Well, look at it this way. When mom sees me spanking your tits, she won't be able to resist. That is her best fantasy," I replied.

"I know but my breasts are so sensitive," she whined.

"I'll tell you what! If you will let me put clothespins on your nipples while I spank your ass, I will reduce it to one fourth. I'm sure we can figure a way to get mom back in here to see me apply them."

"Oh, my nipples are especially sensitive," she replied again whining. 

"Stop complaining and decide which option you want. After all, this was your idea!"

"It was my idea but I didn't think you would take advantage of me!" she replied in an even voice.

"I didn't force you to double. You brought this on yourself. If you want 480 swats on your butt, that's fine by me!"

"No! I can't take that. I will accept your final offer," she replied.

"OK. Go get the clothespins. I will wait here," I commanded.

She looked at me and I watched her nipples get even harder. Apparently, not only did she get off on being punished but also on being told what to do. Very interesting! If I played my cards right, in the near future I could have two live-in slaves; my mother AND my sister. 

"NOW Ashley," I said as she stood there starring.

That got her moving. She went into the kitchen and I could hear her searching. After a couple of minutes, she returned with two plastic clothespins.

"These are the only ones I could find," she replied holding them out for me.

I took them and attached one to my finger. It bit down hard!

"These will do fine. Now, once you take off your shirt and shorts, I want you to say in a loud voice, 'Peter, what are you going to do with those'. Hopefully, this will get her in here to watch me put them on you."

"OK," she replied.

"Ashley, I am waiting. Remove your top and shorts," I commanded loud enough for my mother to hear.

She looked at me for a moment then reached behind her neck and untied the halter top strap. She turned around and asked me to untie the strap at the middle of her back. I quickly untied it. She turned back around with her arms holding the top in place. Slowly, she lowered her arms and the top fell away. I was starring at her incredible tits; tan except for a small triangle covering the nipple area with large, pink nipples that were hard and long.

She looked me in the eye and I could see the lust within.

"Now take off those shorts," I said again in a loud voice. 

As Ashley began to unzip her shorts, I sensed my mother's presence. This was confirmed when Ashley looked up and I saw her eyes go wide (and her nipples get even harder). She looked straight at me as she wiggled her shorts over her hips and dropped them. I looked down and starred at my sister's pussy. Her lips were puffy and glistening with moisture. She had only a thin strip of fine blonde hair leading directly to her secret spot. I heard a groan behind me from my mother.

"Ashley, step out of the shorts, place your hands behind your head and spread your legs," I commanded.

Without thinking, she obeyed. I quickly walked up to her and grabbed her right nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I rolled it gently eliciting a soft moan from my sister (and a corresponding moan behind me). I increased the pressure until I was pinching her engorged nub. The moans both in front and behind me got louder. I released it and was satisfied it was hard enough to sport the clothespin. I picked up one of the clips, squeezed it together opening it, placed it over the long, hard nipple and slowly allowed it to close. 

"Aggghhhhhhh," Ashley moaned. "Oh god, that hurts!"

She was breathing hard and when I looked down, her juices were dripping down her thigh. Was she getting off on the pain?

I quickly repeated the process on her other nipple and stood back to admire my handiwork. Her nipples were being pinched wickedly by the clothespins. Her eyes were glazed over and the smell of her juices saturated the room.

I decided not to waste any time – I didn't want to break the spell.

"Alright Ashley, go and stand in front of the desk, about 2 feet away, spread your legs and bend over."

As in a trance, she did as she was instructed. When she bent over the desk, her ass and pussy stuck out perfectly. I went over to her, placed my foot inside one of hers and pushed it out further causing her feet to be spread out a few inches beyond her shoulders on either side.

"When I tell you to spread your legs, this is how far apart I want them," I instructed.

I then put my hand on her upper back and pushed her down until her tits were pushing hard on the desk.

"Aggggghhhhh," she moaned as the clothespins dug deeper into her nipples.

This position placed her ass at a perfect height for spanking and caused her pussy lips to gape. I went and stood beside her.

"Ashley, you have 60 swats coming. I am going to give you the first 40 with my hand and the last 20 with my belt."

"No, please Peter," she whined.

"Be quiet and take what you have coming, slut," I replied and slammed my hand into her exposed ass. 

"Agghhh," she moaned. 

I started spanking her ass hard. After a few strokes, I got into a nice rhythm; spanking one cheek for several swats them moving to the other. Back and forth I went as her ass got progressively redder and her moaning got progressively louder. Just as she was moving around too much for me to aim effectively, the 40 swats were completed.

Slowly, I removed my belt and folder it in half. Holding the side with the buckle, I pulled my arm back and laid it across both cheeks. She moaned again but seemed to stick her ass out further inviting another stroke. I obliged. I started rubbing her hot ass in between each stroke which got her moaning even louder. After the final stroke, I rubbed her ass and allowed my fingers to move south where they encountered a soaking wet and wide open pussy. As soon as I touched her clit, she exploded in an incredible orgasm.

I gave her a couple of minutes to calm down. 

"Alright Ash, it is time to pay the rest of your bet. Stand up, turn around, place your hands behind your head and spread your legs," I commanded. 

She did as instructed and I was pleased to see her spread her legs wide as I instructed earlier. I approached her and removed the clothespins. She started moaning loudly as another wave of pain hit her as the blood rushed back into her abused nubs.

""Now, you will receive 30 swats with my hand on each breast. Do not move from that position until I tell you to!"

"Peter, please be gentle," she said softly.

I drew back my right hand and slapped the side of her left breast. It was not as hard as I could but it wasn't gentle either. Without pausing, I used the backhand motion to slap the other side of her left breast. She moaned but at the same time arched her back to give me better access to her luscious tits. Over and over I slap her breast to a symphony of moans (from in front and behind). By the time I was done with the left one, it was red and her juice was dripping down her thigh again. I took a quick look over my shoulder to see my mother with her eyes closed, one hand pinching her nipple and the other rubbing her crotch. 

I spanked the other breast. When I was done, I grabbed both her nipples and pinched them hard. Again, she exploded to another intense orgasm. I put my arms around her and hugged her.

"We are done for the night," I whispered softly in her ear. 

I heard my mother behind me say, "I want to play the winner!"

Ashley and I looked at each other and smiled. 

"For the same stakes?" I asked.

"Yes!" she replied immediately.

"OK! Why don't you go change into more appropriate clothes and I will set the board up," I replied.

(To be continued)



Helping Mom Pay The Rent



Keith sat at the kitchen table, angry. It was his 18th birthday, and he spent it alone.

"That bitch." he fumed, "She can't spend one lousy fucking day with her only son."

Keith's mother, Sheila, was at that moment in her bedroom. The words she used with Keith was "entertaining a friend" but he classified it as "being a whore". She spent a lot of time "entertaining" or going out with one of them. Keith was sure that there was "entertainment" going on then, too.

"One day, just one day was all I asked," Keith muttered. "I ought to go kick the door in and bitch her out."

Deep in his mind, however, he knew better. He was never good at confrontation, especially when his mother was involved. The few times that he actually had the nerve to say anything to her, she'd looked at him with those tired, beaten eyes, and his anger immediately melted.

He knew the story well. She'd was only 14 when she gotten pregnant with him by the married next-door neighbor. Her dysfunctional family had kicked her out of the house, the man who impregnated her refused to have anything to do with her. She'd had him and then lived on her wits (Keith translated that as being a whore) for a year before she was noticed by a group of well-to-do men. They'd made an arrangement with her: If she spread her legs exclusively for them, they would pay the rent, grocery bill, clothing bill. There wasn't much in the house, but they never lacked for essentials.

Keith cringed every time she'd reminded him of what she was doing for his future. Her future was dark, bleak, and without much hope. With no skills besides offering her body to men, she knew she couldn't make it on her own. Her one lone hope was that Keith would one day leave the house and make his mark on the world.

Keith refused to interact with the men whenever they came over. He rarely even saw any of them, usually going to his room when the door opened, and coming back out when he heard the door shut as they left. Today, however, he'd come home from school and she was already with some man in her bedroom. Concentrating on his self-pity, he failed to hear the noises stop in her bedroom, or the squeak of her bedroom door opening.

"Hello, Keith," the man who had just gotten done fucking his mother said. He was tall and powerfully built. The lines on his face and the tint of grey in his hair put his age at the late 50's

Keith looked up at him. "Hello yourself," he said nastily. "Now there's the door, why don't you trip your ass out of it?"

"You've grown since the last time I saw you," the man said. moving around behind Keith and putting a meaty hand on his shoulder. "Grown a bit of an attitude, also, I see."

"You got your nut in Mom," Keith snarled. "Now leave."

The man shoved Keith off the chair and onto the floor. "You don't know how good the two of you have it," he growled. "There's much, much worse things that could have happened to you and your mother. I think a little appreciation is in order."

Keith sprang to his feet. "Appreciate that you and your friends use my mom as a cum dumpster? We'd have been better off starving in the streets," he yelled.

The man balled his hand into a fist, and punched Keith in the stomach. Keith doubled over, the wind knocked out of him.

Sheila had appeared in the doorway, wearing a flimsy robe. "Warren, NO!" she said, rushing over to her son.

"Stay out of it, Sheila," Warren growled. "I tried to be nice, but he doesn't want to play nice."

Kneeling by Keith, Sheila looked up at Warren with moist eyes. "Just leave him alone, please?" she begged. "He'll apologize, won't you, Keith?"

"Fuck him," Keith said, wheezing. "I'm not going to apologize to him."

Sheila's gaze went from Warren to Keith. "Please, please, baby," she cried, tears running down her face and ruining her makeup. "Just apologize and everything will be ok."

Keith struggled to his feet. "Fuck no," he replied, anger flashing in his eyes.

Warren's arm flew out and he punched Keith in the stomach a second time. The breath that he'd just recovered whooshed out of his lungs, and he collapsed again.

Sheila jumped up and pummeled Warren's chest with her fists. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!" she screamed, her tears flowing down her cheeks.

Warren barely noticed her. Still looking at Keith, he grabbed her wrists and led her over to the couch in the living room. He pushed her down onto the couch, then raised a finger in warning.

"You sit there. You do nothing. You say nothing. Otherwise, our agreement is null and void," he said. "Do you understand? I mean everything we've promised to you is out the window if you say or do one more thing."

She nodded, sobbing uncontrollably, then covered her eyes with her balled up hands.

Warren walked back over to Keith. Looking down at him gasping for breath, he said, "It just occurred to me that you've been living here under me and my friends' good graces, and yet haven't paid anything for all that."

Warren grabbed Keith by the hair and yanked him to his knees. "I think it's time for you to start paying your share, boy. Since you don't have anything I want, I'll take it out in trade...like I do with your mother."

Still holding Keith by the hair with one hand, he used his other hand to unzip his pants and pull out his dick. "You can start by sucking my dick right now," he said, menacingly.

Keith's eyes flew open. Warren couldn't possibly mean it. It was just a threat, intimidation.

Warren slapped Keith across the face. "Suck it! You've got back rent due, boy, so get your mouth on my dick RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"

"I'm not sucking yours or anybody elses dick," Keith said, defiantly.

Warren yanked Keith's hair, then leaned over him. "If you don't, then BOTH of you are out right now with just the clothes on your back. No money, no house, no food. How long do you think it'll take your mother turning tricks on the street before you can afford to eat? Which john will be the one that beats her up, or kills her? What disease will she die from because you're too fucking proud to pay your share of the rent?"

Keith's face went pale. His defiance was not only affecting him, it was also affecting his mother. He thought that her life was shitty, but suddenly realized that it could be even worse.

Warren loosened the grip on Keith's hair. "Well? he demanded. "What's it going to be? My dick, or the street?"

Keith was deathly afraid now, but not afraid of Warren. He was afraid for his mother and what might happen to her if he didn't comply with Warren's demands. Despite how angry he was at her earlier, the only thing he could think of now was to protect her.

Hesitantly, Keith leaned forward and extended his tongue. It bumped into the head of Warren's dick, and he recoiled.

"Thinking about tripping your ass out the door?" Warren said, mocking Keith with his own words from earlier. "Suck it, or walk out. I'll make damn sure your mother is about two steps behind you."

Screwing his face up in distaste, Keith again leaned forward until Warrens dick was against his lips. Opening his mouth slightly, he let his lips slide over the cockhead.

"That's better," Warren growled.

Keith slowly took Warrens length in his mouth, gagging slightly from the taste and feel of it. He sat there, with Warrens dick in his mouth, not moving.

"Jesus Christ," Warren muttered. "Are you too stupid to figure out how to suck a dick? Need me to get your mother over here to show you how?"

Keith slowly started sucking. It tasted weird, and felt weird. Clumsily, he moved his mouth up and down Warren's shaft. Warren's hand guided him forcefully.

"I can see it's going to take you a while to learn," Warren said. "I'll take care of the rest of this one for you." Both of his hands grabbed handfuls of Keith's hair, and he began pumping his dick in and out of Keith's mouth.

Keith gagged, then gagged again as Warren's dick pushed into the back of his throat. Warren fucked Keith's mouth mercilessly as Keith helplessly hung on.

Warren shoved his cock deep into Keith's mouth as his dick started pumping cum down Keith's throat. Keith gagged yet again, trying to pull his head back and his mouth off of Warren's dick, but the hands on his head clenched his hair in a death-grip. The cum slid out his mouth and down his chin.

Sated, Warren yanked his dick out of Keith's mouth. "Clean me up," he commanded.

Keith looked up at him with teary eyes. He felt humiliated that another man had just pumped a load of cum into his mouth.

Warren shook his dick at Keith's face. "Clean me up, dammit. The door is still an option."

Keith closed his eyes, a tear running down his face. He stuck his tongue out fully, and licked the cum off of Warren's dick. Warren grunted at the victory, then shoved Keith back. Tucking his dick back into his pants, he walked over to Sheila.

"The deal stays in place, but he's going to do his share from now on. And not just with me, with everyone. Do you agree?" he said, looking down at her.

Sheila looked up at him with puffy eyes and nodded, biting her lower lip. Then, to Keith's amazement, he bend over and kissed her lips. Standing up straight, he walked over to the door then stopped and turned to Keith.

"When me or any of my friends come over, you'd better show some appreciation. A LOT of appreciation," he said. Then he turned and left.

Keith slowly got to his feet and walked over to Sheila. She looked up at him in anger and then jumped to her feet.

"STUPID!" she raged at him, her hands slapping at him. "You almost ruined EVERYTHING. You little bastard!"

Keith threw up his arms to ward off his mother's blows, and backed up. He was surprised at her reaction. "But...but...but.....I hate the way they use you, Mom!" he cried.

"Use ME?" she screamed. "I'm using THEM!"

The look on Keith's face changed to shock. "What?"

She glared at him. "They come over here and fuck me. And honestly, it's not so bad. Most of them are pretty good in bed, ESPECIALLY Warren. I like him a lot."

She stuck her finger in Keith's face. "They've taken care of us your whole damn life. They're going to pay your way through college, you stupid little shit. And once you graduate, this house is MINE! We all agreed!"

"You can't trust them, Mom!" he cried. "How do you know they'll keep their word?"

Sheila deflated a bit, her anger wearing off. "Because they've done everything they've promised me so far. The house, the car, paying the bills, and more."

She sat back down on the couch with a thud, and looked up at him wearily. "Do you remember going to Disney World when you were 10? We rode the bus there and back, but we stayed at a nice hotel and we were there..what, a week?"

Keith nodded, sitting on the couch next to her.

"That was Warren's idea. He paid for all of it. And you remember when you fell out of the tree in the back yard and broke your arm? Guess who paid the medical bills." She sat back, looking exhausted.

"But you still have to fuck them," Keith said, slightly accusingly.

"No, not always," Sheila sighed. "Most of them don't even come around much any more. Warren is the only regular one, and half the time we don't even have sex. We just lay on the bed and talk. He's very sweet and gentle with me...takes me out to dinner, to the movies."

It was difficult for Keith to match the gentle giant that his mother was describing with the angry man who'd just forced his dick into Keith's mouth.

Sheila gently placed her hands on either side of Keith's face. "Just do what he says, baby," she pleaded, "and maybe we can salvage everything."

Keith looked at her with pleading eyes. "Do I have to?" he said, quietly. He really didn't want to repeat what just happened.

"Yes, baby, you do," Sheila said, sighing.

The next morning, Keith woke up late from a fitful sleep. Throwing his clothes on, he dashed out of the house with a "Going to school!" thrown in the general direction of his mother's room. The day at school was hell...he couldn't pay attention and his mind wandered back to the events from the previous day. It was a relief when the school day was finally over and he walked home.

As he turned the corner onto his street, he saw a car pull into the driveway. Keith's pace slowed as he saw Warren get out, walk up to the door, and knock. Sheila answered the door, hugged Warren, and the two went into the house together.

Keith didn't want to go into the house while Warren was there, but he was curious about what Warren and his mother were saying. He snuck around to the back, and quietly opened the back door. Tiptoeing into the kitchen, he could hear their conversation.

"...sorry about yesterday. I hope you know that I never would have done the things I said," Warren was saying. "He made me really mad, the way he acted." He actually sounded contrite.

"I know, Warren," Sheila replied. "I don't like what you did, though."

"It just popped into my head. Besides, he's almost as cute as you," Warren chuckled.

"Warren!" Sheila laughed.

Keith heard them kiss, then Warren continued. "Just kidding. I don't swing that way, it was the anger. I'm not going to do anything with him again, promise, but I have to maintain my control over him. Sooooo.....I asked my son Jack to come over and meet him."

Sheila said, "Isn't he.."

Warren cut her off. "Yep."

"This isn't anything permanent?" Sheila asked, hesitantly.

"No, just until Keith graduates college. Then he's free to go on his merry way, and you and I can ride off into the sunset together," Warren said, a grin in his voice. "If you agree to it, of course."

"I agree," Sheila replied, almost ritualistically.

"Ok," Warren said. "Jack should be here any time now. Shouldn't Keith be home from school by now?"

Realizing that it was well past the time her normally got home, Keith quietly made his way back out the door and around the house then walked in the front door. "I'm home, Mom," he called. He never announced his return in the past, so he was kicked himself for acting out of the ordinary.

"There you are," Sheila said, smiling. "We were just talking about you."

Warren made his presence know, and said, "Hello, Keith."

Keith looked at him levelly and replied "Hello."

"Sir," Sheila whispered loudly.

"Hello, sir," Keith said with no inflection.

"How are you," Warren inquired.

"Fine, sir," Keith replied.

"Your mother and I are going out," Warren said, his voice neutral. "My son Jack is coming over to keep you company. Do what he says."

Keith let a moment of silence go by, and then replied, "Yes, sir."

Sheila and Warren left, and before long another man walked into the house. It was obvious that he was Warren's son, looking like a younger copy of his father.

"You must be Keith," Jack said, smiling.

"Yeah," Keith said. He tried to keep the anger out of his voice and mostly succeeded. "I supposed I have to suck your dick like I sucked your dad's."

Jack shrugged. "Maybe later, if you want to," Jack said. "I was a bit more interested in sucking yours, first."

Keith started, taken aback. "Uh.....huh?" he said, confused.

"Dad didn't tell you that I was gay?" Jack smiled at him.

Keith shook his head. "No, we don't talk much," he replied, the distaste for Warren obvious in his voice.

"Too bad," Jack said. "He's a great guy." Jack walked up to Keith and gave him a once-over. "Now why don't you sit down and let me see what you've got hidden in those pants."

Keith warily sat on the couch. He watched as Jack knelt down in front of him, unzipped Keith's pants, and pulled his soft dick from them.

"Not bad," Jack said, leaning forward and taking Keith in his mouth.

Keith gasped in air at the sensation of Jack's lips and tongue sliding down his dick. He was a virgin, never had any form of sex besides masturbation and petting with a girl from school a couple of times. He had no idea that a mouth on his dick would feel so good, even if it was a man's.

His cock sprang to full hardness as Jack slowly ran his mouth up and down it. Being his first blowjob, Keith didn't know if Jack was talented or not. He just knew that it felt pretty damn good. He leaned back on the couch, enjoying the sensation.

Jack pulled Keith's dick from his mouth and grinned up at him. "Not so bad after all, huh?" he grinned. His tongue extended from his mouth and lapped lazy circles around Keith's cockhead.

Keith hands involuntarily shot out and grabbed Jack's head, pulling Jack back on his dick. Jack chuckled as Keith's dick slid between his lips, sucking harder and more forcefully.

"Jesus," Keith moaned, looking down at Jack's mouth sliding up and down his dick. The sensation was incredible, and his dick was throbbing.

Jack could tell that this was Keith's first time, and his mouth worked magic on Keith's dick. When he felt Keith getting close to cumming, he'd slow down, then pick right back up to bring Keith right to the edge.

Keith was groaning in pleasure, and his hands on Jack's head urged him on. He really wanted to cum, needed to cum. He couldn't take much more of the sensation without exploding.

Jack took pity on Keith, and took his dick deep into his mouth, the head of Keith's dick pushed up against the back of his throat. His nose was buried in Keith's pubic hair.

That pushed Keith over the edge. He convulsed as his dick started shooting out wad after wad of tangy hot cum. Keith never felt an orgasm like this, and dimly thought that he was going to drown Jack in his cum.

Jack, however, was swallowing for all he was worth. He sensed that it was the first time that Keith had had his dick sucked, and he was prepared for it. The cum went down his throat as fast as Keith pumped it in his mouth.

Keith's orgasm subsided and his body, tensed from the throes, slowly relaxed. His head fell back onto the back of the couch, and his hands slid off Jack's head and hung limply beside him.

Jack pulled Keith's softening dick out of his mouth. Smiling up at Keith, he said "Pretty good, huh?"

"Shit, yes," Keith said weakly.

Jack stood up, and wiped cum from his lips. He grabbed Keith's hands and said, "Come on, let's move to the bedroom. One blowjob doesn't make a whole evening." He pulled Keith upright, and then kissed him fully on the mouth.

Keith jerked back, surprised, but Jack grabbed Keith's head and didn't let him go. Jack's tongue slipped inside of Keith's mouth, and Keith could taste the tang of his cum. He wanted to pull away, but the kiss felt pretty good. His soft dick twiched a notch towards hardness again.

Jack broke the kiss and grabbed Keith's hand. "Which way to your bedroom?" he asked, with a devilish grin.

Keith led him through the short hallway that ended at his bedroom. Opening the door, he let Jack in and closed it behind him.

The room was pretty similar to any 18 year old's...a shambles. Dirty clothes littered the floor, and empty dishes sat on the dresser and nightstand. Various odds and ends of unfinished hobbies were strewed about. Jack tsk'd at him, then cleared some room on the bed.

"Get undressed," he said, shucking his shoes and shirt.

"Do I have to?" Keith replied. Despite the fantastic blowjob Jack had given him, he still wasn't comfortable about being naked in bed with another man.

"Actually, no," Jack said, finishing undressing and laying on the bed. "Dad gave me a bit of the back story with you, but I'm not him. However, the less you do, the less you'll enjoy. And trust me, you'll enjoy." His hard dick slowly swayed back and forth as he talked.

Keith looked at Jack's naked body. He was surprised to find that he wasn't nauseated or revolted. All that naked skin actually looked pretty good. He'd never gotten naked with anyone before, and his dick was starting to grow again at the sight. He slowly pulled off his shirt and shoes, then gulped and pulled off his pants. He laid on the bed next to Jack.




Helping Mom Pay The Rent



Jack rolled onto his side facing Keith. Reaching out, he gently rolled one of Keith's nipples between his fingers, then leaned over kissed Keith again. Keith responded this time, letting Jack's tongue explore the inside of his mouth.

Jack broke the kiss. "That's better," he murmured, looking into Keith's eyes, then pressing his lips against Keith's again.

Against his expectations, Keith was really getting hard again. Jack hand wandered down from Keith's nipple, stroked across his belly, then slowly encircled Keith's dick. Keith let out a slight groan at the touch.

Jack's lips left Keith's, then wandered to Keith's neck. Nuzzling and kissing it brought even louder moans, and Keith's dick throbbed in Jack's stroking hand.

Jack whispered into Keith's ear, "Are you ready to try sucking me?"

Keith pulled back slightly, his faced turned towards Jack's. "I'm not sure," he said.

Jack smiled and replied, "No rush, we have hours. I would definitely love it if you tried it, though. I have a feeling that you'd be really good at it."

Keith blushed. "Will you do me again?" he asked, his voice quivering from his excitement.

Jack smiled and kissed his way down Keith's chest and stomach until his face was even with Keith's crotch. He kissed the tip of Keith's dick, then his tongue came out and licked lazy circles around Keith's cockhead. Keith drew a short explosive breath in.

Jack slowly started working his mouth on and down Keith's dick. Keith threw his head back, and his hands found Jack's head to urge him to take his dick deeper. Jack let Keith guide him, knowing that it would increase Keith's excitement.

Jack slowly and lovingly sucked Keith's dick for another ten minutes. He slowed down when he felt Keith get frantic, and sped up when it felt like Keith needed more. He drove Keith crazy with his mouth.

Just when Keith felt like he couldn't stand any more and desperately needed to cum, Jack pulled his mouth off of Keith's dick.

"I could use a little attention, too," he said, grinning up at Keith. "Want to try sucking me now?"

Keith was ready to burst, but the rough mouth-fucking Warren had given him was still on his mind. "I'm still not ready. Is there anything else I can do for you?" Keith said plaintively.

Jack grinned evilly, then reached around and grabbed Keith's asscheeks. "Well....I could always fuck that tasty little ass of yours," he said.

That actually sounded better to Keith than sucking Jack's cock. The session with Warren wasn't pleasant, and the idea of getting his mouth raped again like that was frightening.

Jack moved back up on the bed, and rolled on his back. "Do you have some kind of lubricant?" he asked.

Keith rolled over and pulled a bottle of lotion from his nightstand. It was what he used when he masturbated, and he thought it would work well. He handed the bottle to Jack.

Jack poured the lotion liberally over his cock. "Since it's you're first time, why don't you get on top?" he asked. "It'll give you more control of how fast we fuck, and it'll make getting my cock in you easier."

Keith nodded, still in the throes of excitement from Jack sucking his dick. His dick still throbbing, he straddled Jack while Jack put even more lotion on Keith's asshole. Jack wormed a lotion-coated finger inside Keith's ass, and felt Keith instinctively tighten up.

"You're going to have to control that," Jack warned. "The tighter you make it, the more it will hurt...and this particular activity is more about pleasure than pain."

Keith nodded again, and Jack lined up his cock. Nudging the head against Keith's asshole, he said "Now lower yourself gently onto me."

Slowly, Keith lowered his ass towards Jack. The bulge of Jack's cock spread Keith's asshole, then popped inside. Keith grimaced, and let out an "Ouch!"

"Just let it sit there for a minute," Jack suggested, "and relax." He reached out and stroked Keith's hard dick with a lotion covered hand.

Keith stayed motionless as his ass slowly became accustomed to Jack's cock. As soon as he relaxed enough, he slid his ass down another fraction of an inch until it was painful again.

It took many long minutes before Keith's ass was filled with Jack's cock. Keith's asscheeks rested on Jack's pubic hairs. He could feel Jack's cock throb inside him.

"How does it feel?" Jack asked, still stroking Keith's dick.

"Hurts a little," Keith replied. A pause. "But it feels kinda good, too."

"It'll feel real good soon," Jack promised, pushing his cock harder against Keith's ass. "Rise up a little bit, then let it slide back in."

Keith put his hands on Jack's chest and raised his ass a half inch. Jack's cock slid out a little bit, and Keith groaned in pleasure as he lowered himself back onto it.

Jack grinned up at Keith. "Told you it'd feel better," he laughed.

Keith nodded yet again, unable to speak. "Damn," he thought, "this feels fucking fantastic!"

He started moving his ass more, letting more of Jack's cock slide out, then pushing himself back down on it. Jack's other hand, the one not stroking Keith's dick, found Keith's nipple and tweaked it.

Keith was really getting into being fucked. He was moving his ass harder and faster, and in a few minutes his ass was bouncing up and down on Jack's cock. He was making unintelligible groans and moans.

"Yeah," Jack hissed, "ride my cock. Take it deep."

He was pinching Keith's nipple almost painfully, and his hand was hand was flying up and down Keith's dick. 

Keith could feel the orgasm building again, and the harder he rode Jack's cock the closer it came. He could barely feel Jack's fingers tearing at his nipple, and was aware of his dick being stroked, but the main pleasure came from Jack's cock slamming in and out of his ass. 

Jack was pounding his cock up into Keith's ass as it came down, and yanking it back when it went back up. He could barely hold on to Keith's dick, the movement was just to fast and furious.

Keith finally slammed his ass down onto Jack's cock hard, hard enough to bruise. He threw his head back and groaned "AAHHHhhhhhhhhh" as his cock began shooting cum across Jack's stomach and chest. Jack tried to pump his cock into Keith to reach his orgasm, too, but Keith was pushing down onto him too hard, his dick and ass spasming wildly.

Keith finally came to a shuddering end, and Jack's hand slipped off his dick. 

"Greedy little bitch, aren't you?" he grinned up to Keith. "That's two for you and none for me." 

Keith looked down at him with a mixture of sheepishness and awe. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"That's not a problem," Jack replied. "Roll over onto your stomach."

Keith reluctantly pulled his ass off Jack's cock. He moved off of him, laying face down on the bed. Jack rolled over on top of him, lined his cock up with Keith's ass again, and steadily pushed his cock back inside him deep.

Even though he was a bit sore, it still felt good. Jack laid fully on top of Keith, his hips slowly pumping against Keith's asscheeks as his cock enjoyed the heat and tightness of the recently-virgin ass.

Keith laid under Jack, enjoying the feel of his weight on him. His ass was getting tender, but he pushed himself back onto Jack's cock with every thrust.

Jack could feel his orgasm build again, and this time he was able to continue, sliding his cock into Keith faster and more forcefully until it exploded, coating the inside of Keith's ass with gob after gob of hot, sticky cum. He shuddered against Keith, his orgasm hard and long.

Spent, Jack laid on top of Keith for a few minutes, kissing the back of his neck. When he recovered, he rolled off onto his back, and scooped arm around Keith, urging him to lay with his head on Jack's shoulder.

"Wasn't so bad, was it?" Jack said. His hand reached across him and stroked Keith's arm.

"No," Keith murmured, getting sleepy. "I liked it."

"Good. I was kinda hoping you'd like to do this again in the future," Jack replied. He heard Keith's breathing slow and turn into soft snores. Jack laid his head back on the pillow and dozed off himself.

The next morning, Keith woke up alone. At first, he thought the previous evening was some kind of kinky, erotic, incredible wet dream. Then, when he sat up, his ass twinged with a small pain and he realized it had really happened, and that he had really enjoyed it.

He got up and went to the bathroom, then headed to the kitchen. As he walked in the kitchen he saw Warren at the table, wearing loose boxers and a t-shirt.

"Morning, sport," Warren rumbled warily. He wasn't sure if Keith still wanted to not play nice or if he'd gotten over his previous anger.

"Morning," Keith said absently, opening the fridge and pulling a container of orange juice out. He still had a lot of reservations about Warren, and had to fight his anger down at seeing him still in the house. 

"You and Jack have a good time last night?" Warren asked.

Indignation bubbled up inside of Keith. At first, he thought Warren was making fun of the fact that he'd been fucked by a man, but he calmed himself down and realized that it was simply a question, not an accusation.

"Uh....yeah," Keith said, pouring the juice in a glass. His anger and hard feelings towards Warren started to evaporate. "Maybe the guy isn't so bad after all," he thought. "At least, Mom likes him."

"Listen," Warren said, sensing an opportunity to reach a rapport with Keith, "I'm sorry about the other day. I have a temper, and you set it off. I shouldn't have been so rough with you. But, I wouldn't tolerate that attitude from my son, and I won't tolerate it from you."

One last bubble of anger burst inside of Keith. "Did you make him suck your dick, too?" he said, accusingly.

"Actually, no. That happened when he decided to prove to me he was gay," Warren chuckled.

Keith set his glass down with a thump. "Your son sucked your dick?" he asked, amazed.

"Just once," Warren said. "I refused to believe he was gay and kept telling him that it was a phase and he'd get over it. I think I kind of expected grand-kids from him. Anyway, he pulled my cock out and took the whole thing in one gulp."

Keith sat there with his jaw dropped. He didn't want to believe Warren, but the casual way Warren was relating the story made it more and more believable.

""I tried to stop him, told him that I believed him, but he didn't stop until I got off," Warren continued. "Turns out he's pretty damn good at sucking dick. He's almost as good as Shei...er, some women I know."

Keith almost chuckled at Warren almost comparing Jack and his mother's cocksucking ability. He realized that Warren was trying at least, and almost felt bad for directing so much anger at him. Plus, he was getting a little turned on by the story.

Keith sighed, and said, "Hey, I'm sorry too. I was acting like an asshole. And, you're right....I didn't really appreciate how good the situation that Mom and I are in. I appreciate it now, and I'll do more to help Mom out."

Warren waved his hand. "Don't worry about it. There's really not much you can do. I was just spouting off the other day."

Keith stood up and moved over to stand in front of Warren. "No, there is something I can do," he said, dropping to his knees.

"Keith, you don't have to..." Warren protested, but Keith already had Warren's cock out and was licking the cockhead. He reached down to pull Keith's head off of his cock, but Keith batted his hands away.

Remembering the night before, he tried to mimic the way Jack had sucked his dick. Keith was getting more and more turned on, and enjoyed sucking a dick in his mouth that WASN'T being shoved in.

Warren gave up trying to stop Keith, and lightly rested his hands on the back of Keith's head. "If you insist," he grunted as Keith's mouth worked magic on his cock.

It didn't take long. What Keith lacked in talent, he made up for with enthusiasm. Warren tensed up, his cum boiling out of his balls and shooting into Keith's mouth. Keith swallowed Warren's load, not missing a drop.

Warren relaxed in the chair, his dick softening in Keith's still-sucking mouth, when Sheila walked into the kitchen.

"Warren!" she cried out.

Warren looked at her and shrugged. "It wasn't MY idea," he said. "I may not swing that way, but it looks like your son does." He pulled his cock from Keith's mouth and tucked it back into his boxers. 

Keith looked up at Sheila and grinned. "He's right, Mom," he said, "it was my idea." He stood up, walked over to Sheila and hugged her. "I'm going to do my part from now on," he told her, "and I'll be HAPPY to do it."

From that day on, Keith did his part in paying the rent. When word got around to Warren's friends, most of them came by to sample Keith's new-found sexuality. Everybody left the house with a smile. Jack was a frequent visitor. 

After a few years, Warren was true to his word. He offered to sign the house over to Sheila, but also asked her to move in with him. She happily accepted the latter, and the house was signed over to Keith, instead. Jack moved in with him.

Keith still "entertained" some of Warren's friends, but it was because he and Jack wanted to.



Helping Mom’s Friend



I couldn't believe that my mother had "volunteered" me to help one of her church friends. I barely knew the woman and was just back from a long road trip to a rock concert two states away. I was tired and only wanted to sleep but my mother figured it would be good for me to help her friend move into her new apartment. She had even made travel arrangements that I knew nothing about until she shook me awake that morning.

She drove me the four miles to her friend's house, introduced me to Lisa and promised to bring some dinner over for her when she came by to pick me up that evening.

I remembered Lisa from the occasional visits she'd made to our house and recalled that she was one of Mom's more tolerable friends. I guessed that she was in her early forties, tall-ish, a little soft in the middle with a decent chest, nice, smiling, face and dark brown hair that was cut neatly in a short style that suited her face. Lisa had bright eyes and a voice that was surprisingly high-pitched for her size.

"It's so nice of you to give up your day to help me," she gushed. "My son is on vacation in Florida and I got divorced a few years ago, so I'm so glad you could step in at the last moment. Another week and you'd be back at college, or so your Mom said." 

I nodded and stifled a yawn. I looked around the room at the endless line of unpacked boxes. "What do we need to get done?" I sucked up the situation and tried to put a brave face on it.

Lisa explained that she was looking at each box, determining what needed to be unpacked immediately and what she could put away for another day. Once she had done all of the marking of the boxes, I could carry those to her spare room, but could I please put together her dismantled beds in the bedrooms for her first?

Thankfully she had some decent tools and I had a good idea how the reconstruction should go. I managed to get both of the beds built and went back to see how she was getting on with sorting out the boxes. Lisa explained that she'd color coded the boxes by room and could I move them for her. Before I started she offered me a soda from the fridge and said that she was going to drive to a local home improvement store to pick up a few items she needed. She would get something for lunch while she was out and bring it back for us.

When Lisa left I set about moving the boxes to the rooms she'd designated. I stacked them up as best I could to save her space and hopefully still see the contents when she got around to unpacking. Some lace caught my eye as I moved a box of clothes into her bedroom. When I set the box down I opened the cardboard flaps and looked in. A large pile of underwear was under a couple of sweaters.

Unable to restrain myself, I pulled out a pair of white panties with lacy edges. They looked a lot sexier than I'd imagined Lisa would wear and I delved into the box again. When I pulled on the strap of a black bra something came out of the box with the bra and fell to the floor. I looked down and saw a large black vibrating dildo.

I smiled and picked up the cock shaped dildo. I figured it was about eight inches, definitely bigger than my cock. Back then I'd never handled a sex toy before and it surprised me that it felt softer than I'd expected. Obviously worried about being discovered discovering her secret, and possibly conscious that I was holding a cock, I quickly returned it and the underwear to the box, hoping that I'd arranged things pretty much the way they were.

I finished moving all of the boxes in less than an hour and got another drink from the kitchen. Lisa's TV wasn't hooked up yet so I didn't really know what to do with myself until she returned. I sat on her sofa and stretched out. I probably yawned a few times before I fell asleep.

****

I was dreaming about a hot girl from college. We were on a beach somewhere and her hands were running all over my shirt, occasionally teasing me by running her fingers across the bulge in my shorts. It was a familiar dream as I'd had my eye on the girl for all of the last semester. I was just lying there on the sand, enjoying her hands as they moved, watching her face smile down at me and feeling her fingers inch inside my shirt.

When I woke Lisa was back, sitting next to me on the sofa with her hand gently resting on my chest. Realizing that I'd been asleep, I sat up quickly and her hand fell away. There was a feint look of shock on her face and it dawned on me that some elements of my dream might have been more real than I imagined.

"I'm... I'm sorry." Lisa stuttered slightly, adding to her shocked reaction. "I was... just making sure you were comfortable."

I must have looked skeptical of her explanation, because she suddenly looked worried. "You don't believe me, do you?"

Lisa was still sitting on the edge of the sofa. As I pieced things together I was reasonably sure that she'd been rubbing my chest while I was sleep, but wasn't certain about anything. "I don't know. I was dreaming... were you touching me?"

She looked a little flushed now but maybe something in my tone was unthreatening because she admitted, "Yes, I was." Lisa looked further down my body and my eyes followed her to the bulge on my jeans – my normal waking state. "It was hard to resist, you looked so... hot."

I shuffled on the sofa a little, trying to minimize the bulge, but losing the battle. "I didn't touch you there." She was defensive now, then demure. "I wanted to, but... I didn't want to wake you."

It was one of those moments that you look back on later and realize things could have been so different.... there I was with one of my mother's friends, her admitting that she wanted to grope me, and me not really knowing what to say. Thankfully, I said the right thing. ""Sorry I fell asleep. I was so tired. Hope you don't mind. And..." I looked down, "sorry about that."

Lisa lightened a little and her hand came to rest on my arm. "It's okay. I know how you young boys are. It's only to be expected that you wake up like that."

"Well, it's a bit embarrassing." I tried to look bashful, even though I knew she was the one who should be ashamed.

"No, no, no." Her hand rubbed the top of my arm. "You shouldn't be ashamed. It certainly looks like you have nothing to be ashamed of. Not if that's anything to go by." She motioned with her head towards my crotch.

Lisa's hand moved to my chest as she looked down my body, back to the bulge. She made a big sigh and asked, "You wouldn't like to show me, would you? It's a long time since I've seen one so young and virile. You never know, it might bring back some old memories. Would you show me?" She looked back at me.

I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry. "Go ahead." I invited. "All yours."

There wasn't a single word that I could utter as I watched Lisa competently reach down and undo my belt with a firm pull and a quick unclipping of the buckle. She pulled away the ends of the belt, undid the metal button on the waistband and found the tab for my zipper. She pulled the zipper down with a deliciously slow movement, leaning over a little as she reached down to get it fully undone. When she completed the move Lisa pulled away the sides of my jeans, giving her the widest possible view of my briefs and the bulge they were barely containing.

"It's always so exciting, seeing a new one." Lisa looked back to my face, smiling, while she extended a finger and let it gloriously trace my length through the taught material of my briefs. "It's been a while since I saw a new one though, so this is doubly exciting."

She looked back and watched her own finger moving up and down the silhouette of my excitement. "Do you like that?"

I swallowed back my first attempt at speaking and managed to say, "Yes. It feels good." My overpowering desire was that she took me tightly in her hand, but I think she knew that and was enjoying the moment in a more mature way.

"So, let's just lose these, shall we?" Lisa pulled on the sides of my jeans, motioning that I should ease my body up so she could remove them down my legs. I pushed my hips up and then, when she had my jeans at my knees, lifted my feet so she could pull them away. Now I was sitting back again, my pants still on and Lisa's hand back rubbing slightly on me. I just watched, mesmerized by the sight of the wrinkled skin on the back of her hand moving and feeling an incredible excitement continue to build.

"Let's see then." Lisa repeated her movements, pulling at the sides of my briefs, and encouraging me to help her remove them. She had to move a hand to pull the elastic waistband over the tip of my cock, but then pulling my briefs away was an expert move that I completed by shuffle them off the ends of my feet. Again, I settled back, this time knowing Lisa was taking in every detail of my exposed cock.

It was a few seconds before she spoke, or touched me. It felt like she was just looking and enjoying the moment, while all I wanted was for her to pick me up and relieve some of the tension she'd helped build up. I looked down and saw my foreskin not quite covering the head of my cock. I twitched a couple of times under heat of the dual scrutiny.

"I love an uncircumcised penis." Lisa's use of words jolted me a bit, I was more used to the slang "dick" or "cock", but any thoughts of that being unusual disappeared when she reached down and wrapped her fingers around me.

I watched as she slowly lifted me up to be almost vertical. My foreskin retracted a bit further, exposing more of the head, and then she pulled down and exposed all of the head. "There. I'll bet that feels better."

"A bit." I gave a nervous laugh. "It feels good."

"Do you want me to stop touching you?"

I gave a slight shake of my head and Lisa smiled. I felt her hand stroke me once before she turned back to watch my cock in her hand.

"It does look like you're quite excited. Do you want me to relieve you?"

"Oh God." I groaned, feeling her hand stroke me while the other reached over and dug down in my crotch to release my balls to her touch.

Lisa gave a small, sympathetic laugh, "I'll take that as a yes."

There was no way I was going to last long. Lisa's assured and sexy moves had me close to cumming already and now knowing for sure that she intended following through on her suggestive movements was another boost to my building excitement.

"Relax." I heard her instruct me and chuckle. "I think I remember how to do this."

I wasn't going to disagree with that. Her strokes on my cock were long and slow as her other hand squeezed and released my balls in time with her strokes. Lisa held my cock vertically, pushing away from my belly and heightening the pleasure of every stroke she made.

As I tried to concentrate on watching the movements of Lisa's hands on me, I felt the first stirrings of orgasm start to creep along my thighs. I groaned and closed my eyes as the feeling built, rushing along my nerves and flushing that familiar white hot pleasure through my veins. There was nothing familiar about the intensity of this one though.

The climax felt like a nuclear test in my balls. Big, rolling waves of heat and pleasure washed through my muscles and nerves as Lisa continued with her slow strokes and looked back to see my face as I came. After the orgasm had been in full flight for several seconds the first spurt of cum jumped a couple of inches out of the tip of my cock, followed by several much stronger streams that jetted out while Lisa milked me. After the final spurt she squeezed me tight and pulled up so the last of my white cum seeped out.

There was cum all over my thighs, my cock, her hand and the sofa but Lisa made no motion to clear anything up, she simply held my cock tight and smiled at me. "That's better?"

I nodded, still feeling the last shivers of orgasm in my thighs. There was no doubt that for whatever reason, my inexperience, inexperienced partners, that had been the biggest climax of my life so far. I was pretty stunned by the intensity and length, mesmerized by Lisa's hand on my cock and numb at the event as a whole. There are moments in your life when you just want to lie there and soak it all in – this was one of those.

"I think I made a mess here though." Lisa looked around at the white splashes of cum everywhere. "You certainly had a bit stored up there young man." She laughed. "Let me get a towel."

Lisa quickly got a hand towel from the kitchen and wiped her hand before wiping down my thighs and cock. She felt like a nurse, tending to me in the aftermath of a trauma. While I didn't feel exactly traumatized, I did know I was in the aftermath of something.

"I'm sorry about the mess." Was my weak offering as my voice returned.

"Oh, don't worry about that. I'm just glad you enjoyed. It certainly looked like you needed that."

My cock was softening, but not truly soft yet and I still felt a strong excitement in the situation. I wanted to prolong the situation with Lisa but really wasn't sure in any way how to ask her what she wanted, or needed, even though I was pretty sure by now that whatever she wanted would be in my best interest.

I needn't have worried. When she was finished mopping up my cum, Lisa lifted my cock again, almost like she was feeling its weight. "Almost feels like you're getting hard again." She looked back at me and smirked. "Wasn't that enough for you?" She held my cock vertical again. It bent over a little, but twitched. "You young boys. You're just insatiable. What can we do with you now?"

Lisa looked at me, meeting my eyes, smiling, suggesting. All I had to do was say. It was so different from the persuading and pleading I'd been used to with girlfriends. "Do you..." Even knowing I was on solid ground, I was reluctant to say. "Do you want to feel it inside?"

The smile on Lisa's face widened. "I thought you'd never ask." She bent over and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Come with me."

She took my hand and led me up from the sofa and through to her bedroom. With her free hand she pulled a comforter from an open box and threw it on the mattress. While she spread it out and smoothed it down, she motioned to me to get a couple of pillows from a pile on the corner of the room. When we were done preparing the bed she instructed, "Take your shirt off, lie down. I'll be right back."

Lisa went into the bathroom and I heard running water, some undressing noises and the clink of what I later learned was mouthwash. She came back into the room naked.

"I hope my body isn't a turn off for you." She looked a little unsure of herself for the first time. "I'm no spring chicken, but I don't think I'm terrible."

There was a little extra weight around Lisa's hips and her breasts sagged just a bit, but there was no doubt in my mind that she was in great shape for her age. I looked between her legs and saw a bush of pubic hair. "You look great." I said, meaning it.

Lisa climbed onto the bed, one leg at a time, allowing me to see better between her legs and catch sight of her large pussy lips for the first time. "I'm glad. I'm sure you'll enjoy. I can't wait to feel you inside me."

I took that as a cue and started to get up from my prone position on the bed but Lisa pushed me back down. "No, no rush. Just lie a moment."

She kneeled facing me and took my cock in her hand, gently stroking it in a comfortable, now familiar motion. She watched her own movements intently as she slowly explored every inch of me, stroking the skin, running her fingertips along me and squeezing around the rim. At the base of my shaft she massaged a little more deeply, sending wonderful sensations down into my balls and all around them. I saw a smile cross her face as she noticed the bead of pre-cum that had appeared at the end of my cock.   "We have plenty of time. I want to feel you inside, but I want to taste you first." Lisa brought her head down to my cock, gave it a small kiss on the tip and then slipped her mouth over me.

Her lips closed tightly over my shaft but the inside of her warm mouth was wet and her wandering tongue made some delicious, slow, movements that massaged my shaft as she moved up and down on me. I felt the warmth of her mouth spread all over me as she sucked and licked at me lovingly.

When she popped me out of her mouth I looked down to see the glistening head still firmly in her hand. Lisa's eyes didn't leave my cock as she lifted it, stroked it and caressed it. She pulled my cock upright so it was almost vertical from my prone position and licked me up and down again while she let her hand press firmly into my belly and wander around my thighs.

As I watched her movements on me my excitement continued to build and I realized that I was on the brink again. "I'm going to..."

Before I'd spoken Lisa had taken a firm hold of my cock and pinched hard around the rim. "No you're not. I have you." It was like she was a step ahead of me, in full control.

The imminent feeling of climax waned slightly and I sighed in relief. Lisa let go of her hold on my cock when she knew I wasn't going to cum, and then she shuffled back on the bed and invited, "Why don't you come over here and touch me a little."



It wasn't an invitation I was going to turn down and I eagerly sat up and turned to face Lisa who was now arranging a pillow for her head. My first movements on her skin felt clumsy, but her smile calmed me down and I moved up to touch her breasts with more confidence.

They were the biggest breasts I'd fondled to that point, softer and warmer than any other girls I'd had access to. When I pulled the nipple between my fingertips Lisa gave a small gasp and closed her eyes. Her nipples were bigger than a quarter and pretty flat, but as soon as I tweaked her but it came to life and stood out. I let my other hand duplicate my movements on her other breasts and Lisa opened her eyes and as, "Suck me baby. Suck them a little."

I eased my head down and looked at her breasts momentarily before taking one of her nipples in my mouth. I let my tongue run around her excited bud and sucked hungrily on her, feeling the nipple swell a little more under the influence of my movements. I moved over to the other nipple, leaving my fingers on place to continue to work the first one. Again I marveled at her stiffening on my mouth and smelled Lisa's fresh skin for the first time. It was a simple, soap smell, but it was a smell I would remember for the rest of my life.

"God, that feels good." Lisa's voice had suddenly become breathy now. "Here." She took hold of my hand and led it down her body, "Touch me, feel what you've done to me."

She was soaking. I had never felt a pussy that was so wet. As I tried to run my fingers along the opening between her pussy lips my fingers slipped easily inside her and as I pushed two fingers deeper into her Lisa gave a long, low moan of pleasure.

As easy it was to slip into her wet hole, I noticed that Lisa's pussy was tight enough to squeeze my fingers once inside her. I made a few in and out motions, then pushed up hard towards her tummy while I sucked hard on her nipple. Lisa's hand came up to my cheek and caressed it lightly while she whispered, "That's so good baby. You do that so good."

I wanted to continue with my fingering her and had just found her clit when she decided the time had arrived for more. "Inside. I need you inside me. Fuck me baby, do me hard and good."

Lisa opened her legs wide as I shuffled between then and leaned over so my cock was positioned towards her pussy. She reached down and took a firm hold of my shaft and pulled firmly towards our goal. Her other hand joined the first, one on either side of me as the head of my cock arrived between her swollen pussy lips. She paused there, seemed to rub the head of my cock in her juices and then pulled her hands away, leaving me to push into her.





Helping Mom’s Friend



It was easy and oh so incredible to sink into Lisa's body. I pushed in as far as I could and as I reached the deepest fractions of her she pushed up to meet me, making sure I got as deep as possible. "You feel so hard." She breathed in my ear. I can't believe how hard you are."

The whole world seemed to be our bodies as I started to move in and out of her. At first I pulled out as far as I could, almost slipping out of her a few times, but as I built up a rhythm my stroke was less, but firm. I felt Lisa squirm under me, always making sure she got the best position to feel the way she wanted.

I first knew she was close to cumming when she reached around and used her hands to pull me hard into her body. With every stroke she held me close into her, pushing her bodies tight together and encouraging me to thrust deeper and harder against her pubic area. I heard her groan and noticed a slight let up in the pressure she encourage me to make on her and I knew that she was on the brink, now only needing a small push to go over the ledge to her climax.

I didn't slack off thrusting into her as she came, Lisa just breathed harder and harder under me until the moment burst and every muscle in her froze. Lisa's eyes opened wide in sheer pleasure as the waves of her orgasm pounded through her body. I kept thrusting, watching as she shook and feeling the spasms of her pussy around me. Her pussy contractions seemed to go on and on and I only knew that her climax was finished when her eyes softened and she smiled up at me.

"Oh my. That did feel good." She pulled my face to hers and forced me to pause thrusting while she kissed me on the lips. "You dear boy. That was just what I needed."

I made a move to roll off and stop thrusting but Lisa caught me immediately. "No, no. Keep on. I want you to cum again. I want to feel you cum inside me."

I paused a moment, wondering if I should ask a question about birth control or something but she'd read my mind again. "It's okay, go ahead. Cum for me."

If there was any pressure in her instruction, I didn't feel it. I did feel her hands as she wrapped them around my back and started to move over my skin. With each thrust she moved down to my buttocks and up to my sides, tracing her fingers over tender parts of my skin and quickly raising my excitement back to crucial levels.

Lisa was verbally encouraging me as I pushed in and out of her but by now I wasn't hearing a thing, I was simply following my body's desire, fucking her.

With all of the excitement of the last hour, it wasn't long before I felt myself cumming again. Our movements had brought me to the brink and another huge climax was building in my balls. As the pressure built quickly I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I came, and the, with one final thrust into Lisa, the dam burst.

My head exploded before my balls did; an intense, light-headed, fog surrounded me for a few seconds as all other feeling gave way and only the burning pulse of orgasm, rushing through my every vein was left. I felt my cock start to twitch as my thighs spasmed with the climax. Moments later I started to shoot a fresh load of white hot cum into Lisa, unloading with an unexpectedly powerful release. I had no idea it was possible to orgasm so intensely so soon after the first one.

I slumped back on the bed and we both started up to the ceiling, catching our breath and letting the reality of the moment sin in. Lisa was reading my mind. "Don't you dare," she admonished, "ask me not to tell your mother." She laughed at the thought. "I'm not that stupid."

"Good." I panted. "I won't tell either."

She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I'm sure this wasn't what either of us expected today, but it sure was a nice thing to happen."

I looked into her eyes and held them for a few moments. "It was wonderful."

****

My mother picked me up early that evening. Lisa had showered and I had redressed and pulled myself together after the exertions and pleasures of the afternoon.

As I was leaving the apartment Lisa called out softly, "Thank you so much for all your help today. It was nice to see you. Come around any time you like. I always have soda in the fridge." She made it sound like the invitation she might give out to any acquaintance, but I caught a glint in her eye that I'm sure was only there for me.

My mother had no clue.



Helping Mom



There was still no answer from inside the room. She walked back to her room and lay down on the bed, pulling the sheet over her half nude body. She could see Marks door from there, but it was at least fifteen minutes before he came out and turned the shower off. Then turning out the light, he retired again to his room.

She awoke next morning feeling much better. Her hands, though still sore and blistered, didn't hurt as much as they first had. She sat on the edge of her bed, trying to think what to do first, before rising, walking to the bathroom, and looking at herself in the mirror. She looked a mess. Her hair was disheveled, as it was every morning, and there were large stains on the thin silk gown she wore. Marks cum, she thought, smiling. Her left breast was completely uncovered, naked to the gaze of any wanting to look at it. She smiled, self-consciously, "It sure doesn't cover up much, but he picked it out." She turned as Mark came through the door.

He stood there, legs spread, naked, his cock stiff and thick, slapping at his belly every so often.

"Mark! What are you doing," she gasped, raising her bandaged hands in front of her breasts. "You're naked!"

"I've come to help you with your shower this morning. You do want to have a shower, don't you? It's hard to shower with your clothes on. Stick out your hands." 

For the first time she noticed the plastic baggies and the roll of duct tape he held. She had a hard time pulling her eyes away from his pulsating manhood. It was big. Bigger than his father’s, she was sure. She extended her hands toward him and he stepped closer to cover her bandaged hands with the bags, then secured the bags with tape, so no water could reach the bandages. He looked up at her as he finished.

"That should do it." Smiling his old smile at her, although there seemed to be a different glint in his eyes. "Now for the gown." He stepped another step closer, reaching behind her neck for the strings that held the wisp of a gown up. When he untied them, he held them up in between them, then let them drop. The gown settled around her ankles in a silky pile. He stepped a little closer, put his hands on her shoulders, and leaned forward to give her a kiss.

Her nipples grazed his chest as he moved, and she could feel the head of his cock probing the curly bush between her legs. He stepped back.

"Good morning Mom, ready for that shower now?" The bold grin on his face and the twinkle in his eye belying his innocent expression. He led her to the bathroom, reached in and turned the water on, adjusting it for both heat and spray.

"I guess," she stammered, shakily, "you sure you want to do this."

"Why sure," he said, "I wouldn't miss this for the world. It might even be better than going on a hunting trip." 

He helped her into the shower, then slid the door shut behind them. She stood facing the shower-head, her hands against the wall, trying to keep the bandages dry. He was behind her, with washcloth and soap, ready to start scrubbing. 

"Where should I start?" he asked.

"My arms, I guess," she stammered, "just wash me like you do yourself."

He rubbed soap on the cloth, then began washing her arms. It was awkward and difficult trying to use the washcloth, so he soaped his hands and washed her. Her arms, her shoulders, her side and back, and when he had washed her with soap, he turned her around to rinse the soap off. He pressed tight against her, his hands moving over her back and shoulders, rinsing away the soap. His cock pressed tight against her tummy, her breasts squashed tightly against his chest. His hands reached down to cup her buttocks and he held her tightly. Her arms were around his neck, pressing her-self even closer to him.

"Ohhh, Mark..." she barely breathed.

"Shhhh," he whispered, "turn around again and I'll do the front."

He stepped back and she turned, once again facing the wall and the pulsating water shooting from the showerhead. He reached around her, a bar of soap in one hand, rubbing with the other, and began washing her tummy, slowly working upward, till he was stroking, massaging, washing each breast, again and again. She pressed back into him, feeling his hard prick slide between her willing buttocks.

"Ohhh baby," she moaned softly, "you're making mama feel so good." Her ass twisted back against him, feeling the hardness of him. He stepped away.

"I'll do your legs and bottom now," he said quietly, dropping to his knees behind her. Again he took the soap in one hand and rubbing with the other, washed her legs, starting at the ankle, up over the shapely calves, and higher still the creamy soft thighs, until his hand was rubbing against the soft hair that covered that juncture between.

"Raise your leg up on the edge of the tub, Mom, and lean forward a bit. It'll make it easier to clean your butt."

She quickly did as he asked, watching down between her legs at his pulsating cock. She watched as he rubbed the soap over his hands, creating a huge pile of suds, then let out a small gasp as his hands made their way to her buttocks, invading the crease between them, rubbing over the exposed anus. He rubbed vigorously, paying special attention to the little rosebud staring him in the eye. She watched as he re-soaped his hands, then felt his finger press softly against her anus. He pushed till the finger was imbedded to the first knuckle.

"Ohhhh...Mark," she wailed, "what are you doing to me?"

"Just making sure your butts clean, Mom," he answered, pushing the finger in to the second knuckle. She made a soft grunt. He withdrew and reinserted the finger several times, noticing that the grip her sphincter had on his finger was loosening at each insertion. He bent down and looked up at her, between her legs, smiling at her parted lips and half closed eyes.

"You like that, Mom," he asked softly.

"Mmmm...you’re getting mommy nice and clean. Push in a little farther, could you?"

He shoved his finger into her asshole as far as he could get it, and was rewarded with a tiny cry. He looked up at her again, noticing how her tits bounced as he drove his finger deep into her again and again. Her breath was coming in catchy little gasps, and her ass pressed back against his hand at each thrust. Suddenly he pulled his finger out. A small disappointed moan escaped from between her lips.

“Ohhhh...baby...are you finished cleaning mommy."

"Not quite," he said, rubbing his soapy hands over the open lips of her pussy, "gotta wash your pussy. You wouldn't want a dirty pussy, would you?"

His hands were busy soaping the hair surrounding her pussy. She gasped as he spread the lips, and slid two fingers inside her.

"Ohhhh honey, clean mommy's pussy real good." She moaned as his thumb found her clit, rubbing the tender nubbin softly. His fingers were sliding deeply into her, feeling the hot, wet, stickiness of her tunnel, feeling the clasping, sucking grip it had on his fingers.

Her back suddenly arched, she threw back her head, letting the water hit her full in the face, a wracking cry came from her throat as her knees buckled and she knelt in the tub. He put his arms around her, letting her lean against him as he gently stroked her nipples. They sat there for minutes, the water beating down on them, until finally he spoke.

"You okay, Mom? You want me to wash your hair for you?"

She smiled weakly at him, looking back over her shoulder, "You may as well, you've washed everything else. You made mommy be awfully naughty."

"Not naughty. Nice." he corrected, smiling down at her. "Switch places with me and I'll turn off the water. We'll use the portable shower head to wash your hair." He stepped over her as she scooted back. "Get up on your knees. It'll make your hair easier to reach."

He turned to get the shampoo and the shower nozzle as she got to her knees. When he turned back around, his cock was only inches from her face.

"Oops," he said, grinning down at her upturned face, "maybe that wasn't so good an idea."

"You're just fine," she said, smiling back at him, "it may even have hidden benefits."

He used the shower nozzle to wet her hair, even though it was soaked already, then poured shampoo on it, piling her hair high on her head, working the shampoo through it, then rinsed it all out, running his fingers through her hair to make sure it was rinsed clean. He leaned forward, trying to reach the hair that was now hanging down her back, and his cock pressed softly against her lips. 

She parted her lips, letting the head slide barely inside, her tongue flicked over the end, tasting the precum that dripped from the end. She felt his hands on the back of her head, and heard the gasp that escaped from his lips. He drew her toward him, pushing a little farther into her mouth, then released her. Her head came forward, engulfing more of his throbbing manhood. Then slowly, with lips pursed, she withdrew, her tongue playing with the slit in the head of his prick. She looked up at him, running her tongue over the sensitive underside of his cock, her eyes pleading for understanding. His hips started pumping, feeding cock to the parted lips that begged for it. He stiffened muscles tense, his scrotum tightening, and then the eruption. Spurt after spurt of cum filled her mouth. She choked, then swallowed, some trickled from the corners of her mouth. She swallowed again. Mark sat on the edge of the tub, his mother's head on his knees, his hand gently stroking her hair.

Mark stood up, his shrinking member dangling between his legs. He reached down and pulled his mother to her feet. Smiled at her and helped her out of the tub.

"Didn't get much water on your bandages, did you?" he asked, reaching for a towel.

"I don't think so," she replied, lifting her arms as he wiped them. It lifted her breasts to a prominent position and he quickly lowered his head and took a nipple between his teeth.

"Ohhh Mark, baby," she murmured, "we can't just keep this up. We've already done way more than is proper. It's not right, what we've been doing. We have to stop."

"Okay Mom," he said, raising his head for a moment from her tit, his finger worming its way inside her still gushy pussy, "though I don't see what's so wrong with it. Don't you like me to do this to you." He lightly bit her nipple and pushed his finger in as far as he could get it.

"Uhhhggg," she gasped, laying her bandaged hand across his shoulders, "damn you. You know I do. But it's still not right."

He straightened up, smiled at her, slid the finger he'd had in her pussy into his mouth and sucked for a moment. "Mmmmm," he said, grinning.

"Damn you," she laughed, "get me something to wear that I might at least step outside in."

In a moment he returned with a light cotton sun dress. It was sleeveless and shoulderless, but at least it came up to her shoulder blades in back and fit tightly across the top of her chest. It had straps that buttoned over each shoulder and the skirt came almost to her knees.

"That's good," she said, "though I still feel naked without panties."

"Good," he answered, chuckling, "that's just how I want you to feel. And," he added, "it's how I like to feel you."

"Ohhh," she shouted, in mock anger, "you're incorrigible."

"No I'm not," he laughed, "just always horny."

"That's what I meant," she giggled. "You must get it from me."

He slipped on a pair of sweat pants and they walked to the kitchen.

"What do you want, Mom, breakfast or lunch? It's almost 10:30."

"Wow," she looked at him in amazement, "I didn't think we'd been up there that long."

"Time flies when you're having fun." He laughed out loud. Then looking fondly at her, "I'm sure glad I didn't go hunting with Dad and John. If I had there wouldn't have been anyone to help you."

"And I'm glad you were here to help. I don't know what I'd have done without you. I've never felt cleaner." She smiled at him. "Let's have brunch. Some scrambled eggs, toast and I've got some cut up melon in the fridge. How does that sound?"

"Sounds great to me." He responded, getting up to prepare the meal. 

She lounged on the couch, watching soaps she like while he prepared the meal. He helped her eat, then cleaned up the mess. They watched TV together till mid-afternoon, when Mark turned to her. "Want some of the pizza left over from last night," he asked, "I put it in the fridge."

"Yeah," she said, "that sounds good. Put it in the micro-wave and heat it up. Bring in that bottle of wine I've got in the fridge too. That'll help chase it down."

He heated the pizza and brought in the wine, bringing two glasses, and set them on the coffee table beside them. They sat in silence, eating pizza and sipping on the wine, watching an old movie. After the movie was over, Mark looked over at her. 

"What now?" he asked.

"Whatever you want to watch is okay with me. You watched the movie I wanted to. Now it's your turn."

"Where's the remote? I know it's around here someplace." He looked for it for a while, finally finding it under the cushion of the recliner. He returned to his place on the couch, beside her, but before sitting down, turned to her and asked, "Anything you want me to get you before I sit down?" She shook her head no, and he went on. "Do you mind if I take off these sweats, Mom, they bind up on me something awful. Makes my legs go to sleep."

She looked up at him quizzically. "No I don't mind. I guess we've seen about all there is to see of each other. Fill my glass before you sit down, would you." 

He filled her glass, and his own, then catching his thumbs in the waistband of his sweats, pushed them to the floor. He kicked out of them, his cock bouncing around as he did, then set down beside her, his semi-rigid cock lying across his leg.

She looked over at him, at the lovely piece of meat slowly flexing on his leg, and a shiver ran up her spine. She leaned forward for her glass, trying to hold it with her two bandaged hands. She took a long sip, then another, and finally a large swallow. She set the glass back on the table and again looked at Mark. He was fumbling with the remote, trying to find the movie channel he wanted. She leaned back against the pillows, closing her eyes, feeling the wine send sudden warmth through her body. The next thing she heard was the sound of heavy breathing, of moaning. She looked over at Mark. He was staring at the TV, his gaze locked onto something that must be interesting. She looked at the screen. Her jaw dropped. She let out a big gasp.

"Mark! What are you watching? You've turned to the adult channels."

Indeed he had, for there before her on the screen were two men and a woman, all naked. The woman was sucking on one man's cock, while the other fucked her doggy style. The woman's tits bounced with each thrust, her moans mingled with the men’s grunts. 

Mark turned toward her, a wicked little grin playing over his lips. "You said you'd watch anything I wanted to. This is a lot more interesting than your soaps."

Her eyes went from the TV screen to him, watching the effect the movie was having on his cock, which was now almost at attention. She reached for the glass of wine again, again holding the slippery glass between her two bandaged hands. She took a big swallow, then another, and was lifting it for a third gulp when the glass slipped from her hands, landing squarely on her chest, emptying its contents down the front of her dress.

"Ohhh, shit." she exclaimed.

Mark looked over, then jumped to help her. He picked up the glass and put it on the table, then ran for a towel to wipe up the wine. She watched as he ran, his cock sticking out straight in front of him, his balls bouncing slightly in their sack. She shivered, then glanced back at the TV screen just in time for both men to pull out and spurt their load over the woman's face and back. By the time Mark got back, the screen was black, with just the credits running.

"Here, let me help you wipe that up," Mark said, leaning over her with a towel, trying to blot the wine from her dress. It was hopeless. He stepped back a little, looking down at her.

"What do you want me to do?"

She sat there for a long minute, her thoughts in turmoil, then softly shaking her head, decided to be just as open as he was trying to be.

"Ohhh shit! Help me off with this damn dress. I guess I can sit here and watch dirty movies just as naked as you." She swung her legs to the floor, he caught hold of her arms at the elbows and pulled her to her feet. She stood there swaying slightly, before looking at him.

"Well, don't just stand there," she said, with a little lopsided grin, "get me out of this wet thing." 

He rushed to her side and quickly unbuttoned the straps, then reaching behind her, pulled the zipper to below her waist. The dress fell in a puddle around her ankles. She was still wet with the wine and he picked up the towel and wiped it away, spending more time on many vital spots than was really necessary. He helped her sit back on the couch, then took his place beside her. He looked at the blank screen on the TV. "What happened?" he asked.

"Just what you'd imagine. One guy blew his load all over her face. The other guy pulled out and shot his wad all over her back. Just the run of the mill smut."

He looked at her in amazement, for he'd never heard her talk this way before. Course they'd never been sitting naked on the couch together before either, unless you counted last night, and then she wasn't naked, just almost. He reached out and picked up her glass, turning toward her he asked.

"Want me to refill this for you?"

"Why sir," she grinned. "Are you trying to get me drunk."

He laughed, "No, but it's not a bad idea. Another movie should be starting in just a few minutes."

"Maybe I'd better have another drink." She reached out for the bottle, "I think I'll put a nipple on the wine jug and drink right from the bottle." Raising the bottle she took two or three large swallows, he reached out to steady the bottle, spilling a little onto her breasts.

"I'll just use these nipples, if it's okay with you." he said, bending to lick the wine from her breasts, grazing her nipples with his teeth, letting his tongue flick across the hard little pebble raising from the tips of those lovely globes.

"Oh, oh," she said, "movies starting. He sat up and she leaned against him, her arm laying along his leg, rubbing against the stiffness of his prick. "Damn these bandages. Can't get a hold of anything. If they weren't there I'd sure have me a handful." She grinned up at him.

"Might as well get my self a handful then," he said, wrapping his arm behind her as she lay her head on his shoulder, and reaching under her arm, cupped one of those lovely globes. His thumb flicked at the nipple, sending shivers down her back. She sighed contentedly.

"What's this movie going to be about?" she asked, a twinkle in her eye.

"Beats me," he replied, "probably just some love triangle or another."

"Or who was fucking whose wife while her husband fucked the maid."

He looked at her in surprise, for he'd never heard her talk this way before. The wine was having a liberating effect on her. Just then the movie started. It had a great title. Love in the Afternoon or something like that. She giggled and snuggled closer to him. The first scene was of a couple fucking in the shower. The man had the woman bent over in the tub, very like he'd had Mom this morning, except the guy was really throwing the meat to the girl. He looked down at her just as she glanced up at him.

"It would have been so simple," he said, smiling down into her eyes, "we'll have to try that in the morning." She said nothing, but didn't pull away. The scene lasted for a long time and he could tell she was getting a little turned on. 

Marcy looked up at Mark just as he lowered his head. His lips found hers in a soft, tender kiss. He looked into her eyes, then found her lips again, this time her lips parted, her tongue probed deep into his mouth, caressing, searching. He broke away reluctantly, just in time to see the girl in the movie’s head drop into the guy's lap, take his soft cock in her mouth, and begin sucking. 




Helping Mom



He looked down into his own lap and grinned.


"Don't think you'll find any soft cocks down there," he laughed. She bent and bit his nipple, her tongue hard at work. She went lower, sticking her tongue into his belly button, giggling at his shivers. His cock was only inches from her face. Her tongue flicked out, tasting him, she took him into her mouth, his back arched, pushing in even deeper, her head bobbed, then suddenly she slid off the couch and was kneeling between his wide spread legs. Her tongue traced the length of his shaft, sending spasms of delight through his body, she took the head into her mouth, her tongue caressing, her teeth delicately scraping the bulbous flesh. He groaned, her eyes looked up into his face, his hips pumped furiously, he moaned, his body went tense. She felt the first spurt hit the back of her throat as he pushed toward her, then the second and the third. She swallowed, sucked, then swallowed again, slurping at the load he emptied in her mouth. Some escaped, leaking from the corners of her mouth, running down over her chin.

He sank back on the sofa, she knelt between his legs, looking up at his closed eyes. The glob of cum on her chin, dropped onto her breast. His eyes opened, he smiled up at her.

"Thanks, Mom, I really needed that."

His eyes widened as he looked over his shoulder at the TV screen. She looked over her shoulder at it too. The young girl had straddled the guy on the couch, his hard cock filling her willing pussy. She was raising and lowering rapidly, twisting her ass to get the most she could.

Marcy looked back at Mark, the sharp intake of her breath lifting her tits. He reached out his hands for her. She slowly rose, moving forward, one knee on each side, of him. His hands cupped the cheeks of her ass, pulling her closer, her tits swung gently in front of his face. His tongue licked away the cum covering her nipples.

"Oh God, Mark! We shouldn't be doing this. I know it's wrong, but it feels so good."

"I want to Mom. I want to fuck you. I want my cock buried deep inside you. You know you want it too." His tongue licked across his lips, tasting the cum he'd just licked from his mother's tit. He grinned up at her. "Tastes pretty good. I can see why you like it."

"God help me, yes, I want it too. I want to feel your cock throbbing inside me. I want to feel the heat of your cum as it fills my cunt. I want you to fuck me till I can't walk straight. Yes, I want it too."

Smiling, he reached between them, grasped his cock, and rubbed its head up and down her slimy slit. She scooted down a little, holding herself away from him with her hands on his shoulders, so he could better facilitate the rubbing. He found the opening, raised a little, and drove his hot, throbbing meat into the warmth of her oven. She gasped, then grunted as she sank down upon it. Their pubic hairs entwined. He was in as deep as he could get. He looked where their bodies met, marveling at the soft, pink of her open lips, at the blackness where the hair entwined. He could hardly tell where one ended and the other started. He looked up at her face as she began to rock forward and back. Her eyes were closed, she was gently biting her lower lip, and her tits were bouncing in perfect time with the rhythm of her hips, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

He looked again at his cock, buried deep inside her, slowly withdrawing and inch or two as she rocked back, and slamming in as she came forward. He watched her inner pinkness, stretched around his hard pole as she withdrew, almost to its end, then sank back down, burying its length inside her love tunnel. He reached between them, his fingers finding the nubbin at the top of her slit. He rubbed it. Her eyes popped open. Her strokes became shorter and faster. Her moans became hoarser and more insistent. Her breath coming in a series of ohh, ohh, ohhs. Her body stiffened, then convulsed as she ground her self against him, seemingly wanting to touch him every place at once. A low wail passed her lips as she collapsed on top of him. They lay there, together, for a long time. His throbbing cock still buried within her, his hands on the cheeks of her ass, holding her tightly against him. 

They lay there, locked together, till she caught her breath, then she started to rise, but he held her tight, keeping his cock buried in her slippery pussy. 

"Not done yet?" she smiled down at him. "You done your mommy up good."

"Don't even have a good start yet," he grinned right back. "It feels like we have quite a mess on our hands down there."

"I am kind of gooshy, but my hands are clean. See." she giggled as she raised her bandaged hands, wiggling her hips so they could hear the squishy sounds their body's made as the rubbed together. "What you going to do now?"

"I'm going to roll you over, put your legs over my shoulders and fuck you till you beg for mercy," he answered, reaching down for her legs and rolling her onto the couch. He lay on her, her legs draped over his shoulders, him with one foot on the floor, the othher kneeling on the couch, his cock still buried in her hot, red cunt. He started with long, slow strokes, pulling out until he could see the bulbous, purple head of his cock, then slowly sliding it back in. She'd sigh every time he withdrew, and sucked in her breath each time he re-entered. After a while, he rolled her legs back so her knees were almost under her armpits, and started faster stroking. Her ass twisted to meet his every thrust, her breath again ragged and quick. She emitted a soft, constant moan that egged him to greater efforts. Again she stiffened, her back arched, and she held her breath, while waves of orgasmic pleasure coursed through her body. He didn't stop. The slap of his belly against hers was loud in the quiet room. The sweat glistened on his face, down over his shoulders and across his chest. Still he kept pounding his stiff prick into her, stirring her to greater heights as she had continuos, smaller orgasms, her breathing now just a constant whine. Finally his body stiffened, he shoved in as far as he could reach, the head of his cock nudging at the opening of her cervix. She felt the strong, warm surge as he pumped his sperm deep inside her, before collapsing in a sweaty heap on top of her. He released her legs and she slid them down, locking her heels in the small of his back, holding him inside her, while his massive weapon slowly shrank. They lay there for a long time, recuperating.

Mark finally rose, withdrawing his limp and withered member from its juicy resting-place. Her pussy lips were swollen and red, glistening with the juices from both of them. Her tits and neck matched the rosy red of her pussy. She stretched contentedly. He reached for her, pulling her to her feet.

"C'mon, Mom, let's go to bed. I'm pooped." He turned and started for the bedroom. She started to follow, but staggered a little as she rounded the end of the couch. He stopped and reached out for her, grinning.

"Well, I must have done it," he said.

"Done what?" she asked.

"Fucked you till you couldn't walk straight," he grinned, leading her toward the bedroom.

Yeah, she thought grinning, you sure did. This is going to be one hell of a month.



Helping Mother



It was just past midnight when Andrew stumbled home after being out drinking with his friends. The party had been broken early up by the cops, but not until after he and two friends managed to finish off the remaining half bottle of tequila before running out the back door. 

The eighteen year old high school senior fumbled with his key in the door, trying not to wake his parents. In the foyer he breathed a sigh of relief as he quietly closed the door behind him. On his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water before going to bed, Andy noticed that the light had been left on and froze in the doorway at the sight before him.

His mother, Jessica, had her back to him and appeared to be reaching for something in the sink. She was bent over the edge of the counter. Andy's eyes widened as they traced the curves of her legs up from her bare feet to the hem of her nightie that was pulled up exposing her thighs. As she squirmed around, her legs shifted causing the black lace hem to occasionally lift up high enough to reveal a glimpse of her panties. It was obvious to Andy that his mother's panties matched the dark orange satin nightie that only barely covered the rest of her. His cock responded to the sight before him, despite the fact that it was his own mother that he was leering at, and began to stiffen.

Jessica, a mother of two, had always been athletic and at 42 she still had the body to prove it. She was a tall woman, 6'1", with a thin athletic frame. Her thick dirty blonde hair fell in a tangle past her shoulders. Normally, she would never wear lingerie around the house, but knowing that her son was out for the night she figured that she could quickly wash out a glass before heading up to bed without anyone seeing her. 

She was wrong.

Oblivious of her audience, or the show that she was giving, Jessica continued to move around while bent over the sink. Andy has always been very aware of how attractive his mother was, but since she mostly wore conservative clothes around the house, he had never had a chance to truly appreciate her body. He leaned against the wall while taking in the sight before him. As his mother's legs shifted from side to side, her ass jiggled and the hem of her nightie danced across her firm ass. His eyes settled on the thin black lace hem of her nightie under which her long beautiful legs disappeared. He shifted his weight slightly while watching the show, causing the floor to creak.

"Andy? Is that you?" His mother sounded anxious as she turned her head to him.

Turning to face her son she felt relieved until she remembered what she was wearing, then she wondered how long he had been standing in the doorway watching her. The thought of someone besides her husband seeing her in such a sexy outfit made her blush.

"I'm stuck. I need your help." She pleaded with him.

Andy didn't move as his mother turned her body, offering him a frontal view of her outfit. She wore a dark orange satin nightie that didn't even cover half of her thigh when she was standing up, which explains why her panties were only barely covered when she was bent over. The nightie was held up by two thin spaghetti straps and trimmed with black lace. The front of her negligee was slit up her left thigh, nearly up to her belly button. Given how her body was twisted around, the two sides of the slit had parted and Andy could clearly see his mother's entire thigh and the thin black waistband of her panties, which he had already discovered was a matching orange satin. 

"I came down to wash a glass, but my wedding ring fell into the sink. I tried to get it, but my bracelet got caught on the garbage disposal. Can you help me get out?"

His mother's right arm was stuck in the sink and prevented her from standing up straight. As she spoke, her body shifted and he was periodically treated to a view of his mother's pussy pressing against the thin satin fabric of her panties. His mother's hair fell across her left shoulder, covering her one breast, but her other was mostly visible to his hungry eyes. The top of her nightie was also trimmed in black lace and only covered her breast up to her nipple leaving most of her soft flesh exposed to him. The neckline was cut deeply offering her son a tantalizing view of the valley between her breasts, framed in black lace.

Andy ignored his mother as she spoke. His attention was drawn to the flashes of her panties and the bouncing of her breasts beneath the thin material. Each glimpse of his mother's panties triggered an increase in blood flow to his hardening cock.

"Andy!" She snapped. "Don't just stand there staring at me like that. Come over here and help me." She knew that she had a sexy body and what effect it would have on a teenage boy, but she never expected to see her son gawking at her like that. Realizing that her own son was looking at her body in a way that only her husband had seen caused a tingle between her legs that rippled through her body. In an instant, she felt vulnerable, confused and desperate.

Andy snapped out of it and finally returned to reality.

"The first thing I need to do is turn off the disposal. We don't want any accidents."

Jessica turned back around and resumed her futile struggle against the drain while her son walked across the room to her rescue.

"Step aside a little so I can reach the switch." Andy knelt beside his mother and opened the door under the sink. He searched around a little until he found the off switch against the back wall. While looking for the switch he felt his mother's warm thigh brush against his arm several times. After finding the switch he kept up the act of looking and managed to press the side of his face against his mother's smooth thigh. The close physical contact made his cock swell further in his pants.

"Any luck finding the switch?" The impatience in her voice was palpable.

"I see it, it's all the way in the back though." Andy lost his balance while reaching for the switch and his other hand grabbed on to whatever it could to prop himself up - his mother's thigh. While stretching for the switch he was acutely aware of the fact that his hand was pressed against his mother's naked flesh, inches away from her pussy. His cock lurched in his pants, straining against his shorts. He wasn't alone; Jessica too felt a tingle course through her body as her son's strong hand grasped her leg. She thought she should say something but she knew that it was innocent and didn't want to embarrass her son nor did she want him to move his hand.

"Got it," he exclaimed after holding out for a moment or two. "Ok, now let's get your hand out of there." He released his mother's leg and stood next to her in front of the sink.

He took her wrist in his hands and pulled and twisted while trying to free her. After several minutes he was ready to give up.

"I have an idea. On the nightstand in my bedroom there is a bottle of baby oil. Maybe a little lubrication will get me out of here."

"Ok, let's try it." Andy dutifully released his mother's hand and went to retrieve the oil. He crept into his parent's room trying not to awaken his father in the process. Minutes later he returned to his original spot in the doorway to the kitchen. With his mother again focusing on freeing her hand he watched her long legs shifting and the hem of her nightie bouncing across her ass. He felt a guilty thrill every time her panties came into view.

"Andy, is that you?" Jessica turned her head and caught her son staring at her. "Don't just stand there staring. Come over her and help your mother!"

"Sorry." He said sheepishly as he hurried over to her.

"Ok, let's try that oil." She instructed.

Andy opened the cap to the bottle and in an attempt to squeeze some oil onto his mother's wrist he ended up getting the oil everywhere. In addition to her wrist, both of his hands and the sink were now coated in a thick coating of baby oil. Andy put the bottle down and used his hands to rub the oil all over her wrist and arm.

"Ok, try again." He said while stepping back. His eyes fell onto the curve of his mother's ass while she pulled on her arm.

"Nothing."

"I've got an idea." Andy said as he stood behind his mother. "I'll pull on you from behind. That should do it."

She didn't say a word as her son's oil covered hands landed on her thighs. Andy pushed the hem of her nightie up and grabbed her flesh to get a better grip. "Ready?"

"Yes."

Andy's hands clutched his mother's thighs as he pulled back on her body. 

"Anything?"

"Not yet, keep pulling." 

Andy felt his grip slipping thanks to the baby oil and tried to move his leg into a better position. His foot hit a small puddle of oil that fell onto the floor and slipped out from under him throwing him forward. His mother fell forward beneath his weight and ended up bent at the waist over the edge of the sink. Her head was pushed down near her trapped hand and her ass was left on glorious display as the back of her nightie fell down her back her fully exposing her panties. 

As they fell forward, Andy's oil covered hands slid from his mother's thighs. His hands effortlessly glided across his mother's tight stomach and up to her breasts, coating her skin in baby oil along the way. Both mother and son froze as his hands cupped her breasts. Andy's bulging cock was forced against his mother's ass, nestled between her cheeks. Between her hard nipples in his hands and his rock hard cock pressing against her ass, there was no denying that they were both getting turned on.

Andy slowly squeezed and kneaded his mother's soft breasts without thinking about what he was doing while grinding his cock against her ass.

After a long second passed, Jessica finally broke the silence, "Are you ok?"

It took another moment before he could respond. 

"Yeah, I think so. You?"

"Mmmmmm....." His mother moaned against her better judgment while he rolled her nipples between his fingers. "I'm ok." 

He could hear her breath quickening as she spoke. Unconsciously, Jessica found herself pushing her hips back against her son's cock.

With one hand still cupping his mother's breast, Andy moved his other hand down her body. His hand was eventually blocked where his mother was bent over the sink. He removed his hand and replaced it on her thigh. 

"What are you doing Andy? I'm your mother." She tried to muster up a stern voice but fell far short of disguising her enjoyment.

"I'm helping you mom. Just like you asked." His hand moved around her hip as he spoke. Andy paused briefly as his fingers made contact with the edge of his mother's panties before continuing to slide over the top of her satin covered pussy. 

"Ohhh..." Jessica moaned sharply as her son's hands pressed against her now wet pussy. She felt so vulnerable and out of control as her son had his way with her body, but she couldn't find the will to say no.

His mother's back arched as he rubbed her through the thin fabric. Her moaning became louder as he brought her closer to an orgasm. He pulled his hand away long enough to slip it inside the waistband of his mother's panties and slid it easily across her moist pussy. His middle finger passed over her clit before sliding between her soft pussy lips. His mother came as soon as his finger entered her. Her pussy pulsated against his warm finger as she panted.

"Oh yesss...." She moaned into the sink.

Andy rubbed his finger against her as she came. He waited until her pussy again relaxed and then withdrew his finger. He released her breast with his other hand and took a small step back. Jessica felt her son's fingers pulling down on the waistband of her panties.

"Andy, you can't! I'm your mother."

Andy crouched behind his mother with his face level with her panties. He watched her soft flesh appear before his eyes as he pulled her panties down her legs. He stared intently between her legs at her exposed pussy as her panties fell to the floor. He could see the soft folds of his mother's pussy, covered in her juices, glistening under the kitchen light. A thin patch of blonde hair matted against her wet pussy did nothing to obscure his view.

Andy stood back up and pulled his shorts down, freeing his aching cock. He took her legs and pulled them further apart while also pushing her torso down against the edge of the sink. His mother's dripping wet pussy stared back at him from between her splayed legs.

"Andy, what are you doing?"

He slid his hand between her legs and ran a finger through her thin hairs, between her quivering lips and up to her clit. Pressing against her button he could feel her body shudder.

"Ohhh.... yess...." Was all she could get out.

Andy removed his hand and positioned himself behind her. The next thing that Jessica felt was the tip of her son's cock pressing again the opening of her waiting pussy. She involuntarily spread her legs further apart and pushed her hips against his cock as he penetrated her. 

"YESSS.... Fuck me. Fuck your mother!" She practically shouted.

Andy felt like he was in a dream as his hard cock filled up his mother's tight pussy. She moaned with every inch of his manhood that entered her until he felt her firm ass cheeks pressing against his body. His hands moved to her hips while he reveled in the sensation of having his cock buried inside of his mother. 

"Don't tease me son. I need it now!" She demanded.

Andy gripped her body firmly and pulled his cock out until just the tip was pressing against her pussy. Without giving it another thought he slammed his cock deep inside of his mother's pussy. Jessica tried to prop herself up with her free hand while her son pounded his cock into her. She had only had sex with one man in the past 20 years and had never experienced anything where she felt like she wasn't in control. She felt her pussy flowing and knew that she was ready to cum again.

In his drunken state, Andy knew that it would take a little work to cum so he pumped his cock into his mother has hard and fast as he could. His cock was slick with her juices as he fucked his mother while his father slept upstairs.

Jessica's body exploded with another orgasm while her son fucked her like a jackrabbit. Her pussy gripped onto his hard cock in a rhythmic pattern while her body shook from each wave of orgasm that washed over her. Being a selfish teen, Andy didn't slow down while his mother came. He kept pumping his cock into her, slamming her body into the sink with each thrust. Jessica's husband was a tender lover, but she was enjoying the roughness of having her son fuck her while she was trapped. She loved the feeling of being used in such a tawdry way.

Andy kept his hips moving as fast as he could until he felt something stirring in his cock. he knew that he was getting close and thrust his cock further into his mother's pussy with each thrust until he erupted inside of her. Jessica felt the first gush of his hot sticky cum filling her up. Her body responded with another orgasm while her son continued pumping his cum into her. Her pussy squeezed his cock draining him of his seed while she collapsed into the sink.

"Oh...." She moaned again.

Andy waited until his cock was empty and then pulled himself from his mother's pussy. She heard his zipper and then. 

"Goodnight mom."

Drained of all her energy she turned to him.

"You can't leave me here like this."

Andy looked back at his mother. Her hair was tussled about her head and her eyes were filled with lust. Her soft skin was coated in a thin sheet of sweat from being fucked be her own son. Her nightie was bunched up around her waist and with he legs spread apart he still had a perfect view of her sopping wet pussy. He could see his cum oozing out of his mother's pussy, dripping down her thigh into a puddle between her legs. Her panties lay in a crumpled orange heap beside her. She looked like a wild animal, trapped and afraid. He decided to leave her there, wondering what his father would say if he found his wife like that.

Andy turned and flipped the light switch before leaving his mother alone and defenseless with his cum dripping from her body.



Helping Mother



This is my first story I have written for this site, feedback in greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

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Henry went to his mother's house on a picturesque Saturday to help her with some furniture. He was in town for a friend's wedding anyway, so he figured spending some time with her would be nice. Sophia, Henry's mother, had purchased an entirely new bedroom set and needed help putting most of it together. The men from the store were only contracted to take the old bed from the house and replace it with the new one. So, the new bedside tables and chest of drawers needed to be put together, and the old furniture needed to be moved out which was more than Sophia could manage. Henry, as always, was more than eager to help. He knew that this was a big step for his mother. Her divorce from his father was finalized more than 6 years ago, yet to his knowledge she had not dated at all. The few times he had stayed over he noticed that she still slept on the right-hand side of the bed; the side of the bed that was hers during her marriage. 

Henry worked in her room putting the store-bought furniture together. He was happy to do so. His mother was finally moving on, out with the old, in with the new. He was ready to help her do this. They had always been close, but grew much closer after his father started dating a younger woman. Henry and his mother would talk three to four times a week. They had a wonderful, friendly, loving relationship. 

As Henry finished the first end table, Sophia came upstairs with some sandwiches, chips, and glasses of lemonade for the two of them.

"Oh, wow, you finished one of the pieces already. Good for you." Sophia said to her son.

"No, mom, good for you, I'm happy to help." Henry replied.

"Here, how about we have some lunch on the new table you built?" Sophia suggested.

"Great idea, mom, I'm famished!" Henry answered.

As they sat on the floor and ate on the end table, Henry noticed that his mother's shirt was unbuttoned one button too far and gave him just enough of a glimpse of her stunning cleavage to make him have to shift his position on the floor every few minutes or so. Henry loved cleavage, and though he knew it was wrong, he could not stop himself from looking down his mother's shirt. He was having the hardest time just trying to look into her eyes. This usually was not a hard thing to do. Sophia was older, 53, but she was a beautiful woman. She was no stick figure, but nonetheless an in proportion, buxom, zaftig-type woman with ample breasts and a rear end that perfectly filled out a pair of jeans. Henry had always thought his mother was one of the most attractive women he had ever seen.

As they ate lunch they discussed the coming nuptials of Henry's friend, Steve. To Henry's surprise, his mother actually seemed to get depressed as the conversation about the wedding progressed. In fact, she seemed genuinely saddened by the event. When Henry asked her what she was so upset about she responded with a sentence that surprised him to no end, for he could not believe that he had forgotten. Of course, this was the wedding anniversary of Sophia and Henry's father. How could he be so stupid? He knew never to forget three days a year, his mother's birthday, Mother's day, and this day, their anniversary. Of course his mother would be terribly upset. Now the new furniture made complete sense. She was trying to move on, and the symbolism of this act did not get by Henry, now that he had remembered what day it was. How stupid of him.

"Mom, I have an idea." Henry proclaimed. "We are going to go out on the town tonight. I don't care what day it is, you deserve a night out. And who better to give it to you than me? I will be the man in your life today. You don't need to even think about dad."

"No, that's ok, honey, I just want to stay here and make sure this all gets done today. I don't want you to have to ruin your whole trip helping your poor mother." Sophia said, her words trailing off.

"Nonsense, mom, I insist. There is nothing planned for the wedding today, just everyone arriving. The festivities don't start until Monday. This is going to be a fun night. You should put on a sexy dress. I will get in my tux and we'll have a great night on the town. Everyone can see you with a sexy young thing on your arm, and I will be next to the hottest lady wherever we go."

With this Henry leaned over the table and kissed his mother on the cheek. He also attempted to give her a hug. He was trying to get a better look down her shirt, but the table got in the way, and they landed on top of each other. The kiss though, continued. Sophia had tried to kiss him on the cheek also but, as they fell, their lips met and neither of them realized they were actually kissing for a good five seconds.

Once they both realized exactly what happened, they got up. Sophia peeled herself off of her son whose hands had made their way to her chest, but both played it off as simply a mistake during the fall. Sophia got to her feet and looked at her son. He was an attractive young man, and why shouldn't she have a fun night out...damn the date. Tonight was going to be her night. She was determined to have a good time.

Henry kissed his mother goodbye. They had decided the rest of the furniture could wait until tomorrow. Henry was thankful he had chosen to stay with a friend who was in the wedding party, instead of at his mother's home. He needed the time away from her to ask himself some questions and try to figure some things out. Did he really just make out with his mom? Did she make out with him? He shouldn't have tried to feel her up; that was a mistake. That was when he thought she realized something was wrong. But she had agreed to go out with him. Should he treat this like a date? Should he be more standoffish? How could he act differently now? He had to act as though nothing happened. He showered and dressed quickly. He put on the same tux that he was going to be wearing for Steve and Janet's wedding. He figured since he rented it, he might as well get some use out of it. He looked good too, classic black with a light green shirt to match the bridesmaids' dresses and a white bowtie. It fit his almost six-foot frame well and he thought if other women saw him with an attractive older woman tonight, maybe he could get a phone number or two. Henry certainly had a thing for older women, and still needed a date to the wedding.

He walked into his mother's house about four hours later to pick her up for their date night. They were going to have drinks before dinner and dancing.

He called out, "Mom, are you ready?" He got no answer.

He walked through the kitchen, no mom. He hit every room downstairs, but his mother was nowhere to be found. Then he heard it, a whimper, a sniffle, and a cough. He had heard this exact trifecta many times before. He knew before he even walked up the stairs.

"Mom," he called out again.

"I'm up here, honey. I will be down in about five or ten minutes, is that ok?"

Henry walked into his mother's room to see her dressed to the nines, wearing a light blue spaghetti strapped dress that showed off her wonderful cleavage and even a bit of her slightly thick, but wonderfully yummy legs. She was sitting on her new bed looking at her wedding album, and sobbing. He walked up behind her.

"Yes, mother, that's fine. You take all the time you need." As she turned to walk away, she grabbed his arm. She placed his hand against her face as tears softly fell from her eyes. He sat down on the bed next to her and moved the album to the floor. His mother leaned into him and started to cry on his shoulder. Henry felt horrible, because the first two thoughts that entered his mind were: one, this is a rented tux, if she cried on it, it might not be returnable; two, he might be able to get a look down her dress. He positioned himself in a way that her eyes could not meet his and attempted to get a peek. It was to no avail. So he sat there patiently and let his mother have her cry.

"Mom, really, this is supposed to be a good night. Come on, we got all dressed up. We have reservations. We should have fun tonight. Don't you want to?" He asked softly in her ear.

"Yes, honey, I do. I really do." She pulled away from his shoulder and looked him in the face. This was the first time she had seen him in a tuxedo. He looked quite handsome all done up and proper, like a real man. Not like her son, but like someone on whose arm she would be proud to be seen.

"Well, let's go then. Let's blow this Popsicle stand and have a great night, just you and me." He attempted to take her hand as he rose from the bed.

She did not get up though. She took him in, in all his glory. Here was a 25-year old man fawning all over her. She was so proud of him. He truly had become an adult and one she was happy to call her own. He walked back over to the bed and sat down. He gave her a hug; they enjoyed each other's hugs. She pulled away from him again and kissed him on the cheek. They looked into each other's eyes. Henry leaned in to kiss his mother on the cheek, but she turned her face in such a way that he caught the corner of her mouth. His kiss lingered as it did earlier in the day, only this time neither of them pulled away. This kiss shifted fully to each other's lips. Again they were both surprised that neither one was pulling away. Their hands began to spread across each other's backs, pulling them closer together.

Moans could be heard as Sophia began to open her mouth. She was kissing Henry, not as a son, but as a suitor who had pursued her for her hand. Henry on the other hand was kissing his mother and was never happier than thinking and doing just that at this moment. This was a deep dark fantasy in the recesses of Henry's mind, and now quite possibly it could be playing out before him. He was passionately kissing his mother, and not only was she enjoying it, but she was kissing him back even more passionately. The kiss broke and they looked at each other.

"Um, mom, wow, that was great." This time, even with all the cleavage she had, Henry did not have any trouble looking into his mother's eyes.

"Oh, honey, it gets so much better." She took his hand and placed it on her left breast, letting him massage the soft tissue through her dress and push up bra. She had thought about not wearing it, but now was happy with her choice.

"Mom, are you sure?" He asked in a half whisper.

She did not answer him with words, but dove on top of him kissing him passionately and running her hands over his chest. He was only stunned for a moment, but reciprocated her advances almost immediately; kissing her back and kneading her breasts and kissing her neck. They started grinding and Henry could no longer resist. He pulled up his mother's dress and felt her panties. Had he really done this? Had he made her sexually aroused? He was sure her panties were wet. He was slightly shocked and a little uncomfortable for a few moments. He knew he always had a bit of a crush on his mother, but had she begun to have a crush on him, was that why this afternoon happened? Did she see him looking down her shirt? Could this be? Could they perhaps be sexual equals even just for one night?

Sophia moved her hands over her son's body, unbuttoning his tuxedo shirt, kissing his nipples and chest, moving down to his stomach, nice but not rippling. She did not like too many muscles. She thought it made a man look too vain. Her son was here before her, they were sexually entwined and they were both allowing it to happen.

Something this wrong truly could not continue Sophia thought, but even as she thought this, her hands were rubbing his engorged member. It was so thick, she had to see it. She couldn't believe that her sexual desire had taken over like this, but as her son had said, this was to be a night of fun. And, honestly, what was more fun than sex, even if it was with someone with whom you really shouldn't. That was it. That was the moment the light went off in Sophia's head. Her thoughts of right and wrong had been battling all night, and now, now was the moment, she realized. This was why she was so unhappy. She had shut off this part of her mind for so long she forgot how much she loved sex. She and her husband had been insatiable for years, and then he left her and she thought it was all her fault. She was not going to feel that way anymore. She wanted to do what was wrong, as long as it felt good. She was going to be that woman. The one who went for it, and got it, and she was getting more turned on the more she thought about how wrong this was. She wanted him; she didn't care if it he was her son. She was going to have him. She looked up at her son and then down at his cock. She had more lust in her eyes now than ever before and she was happy about it.

As his own mother kissed down his chest, Henry thought about how this was making him his mother's equal. This was going to be the thing that brought them to an even standing and he could hold his head up high and say, "Yes, this is my mother, and I love her," to anyone who would listen, they simply wouldn't know the extent of the love. It would be their secret. He would call her Sophia in private and be able to show her how he loved her. He would please her in ways other men couldn't.

She opened his fly and began to stroke his engorged cock. She looked at him with lust and desire, but still with a motherly caring that he saw just a twinge of, he knew at this moment that he would please her in any way she wanted.

"Oh, Sophia, that feels so good," he moaned.

"I know, Henry. It's your cock. It's supposed to feel good," she almost scolded.

"Sophia, I love it. I want it. I am so horny, please do it," he was pleading.

"I will, baby, but please call me mom. It is so much hotter and dirtier that way."

Sophia did not wait for a response from her son. She simply devoured his fully erect cock and sucked it like her life truly depended on it. She remembered when this was her favorite activity and it all came back to her so quickly. She remembered to vary speed and tempo, use her hands, but not too much, deep-throat and lick the sides of the shaft. She gave his cock the greatest once over it had ever had. Henry was moaning almost immediately. He couldn't help it. 

This was one of the fantasies he had used to masturbate to so many times, and now it was actually happening. His mother's lips were wrapped around his cock, and she was enjoying it. She was being the aggressor. This was the part of the fantasy that Henry had always hoped for. That she wanted him more that he wanted her, but he did not think it was possible, he wanted her so badly. But now, right now it was happening. She was sucking his cock, and doing a masterful job of it. He had to stop her a few times just to make sure he did not explode in her mouth. He wanted this to last.

The third time Henry pulled Sophia away from his cock; she pulled the spaghetti straps off of her shoulders and pulled her dress down below her ample breasts. Henry kissed his mother passionately again and quickly removed the strapless push up bra that had been giving her such cleavage. For the slightest of seconds Henry was disappointed to know that his mother's cleavage was artificially enhanced, but he quickly forgot all about that when he realized he was allowed to, and even expected to, lick and suck his mother's breasts. Sophia moaned as Henry teased her nipples, running them through his teeth, and nibbling them just a little too hard. He cupped them. He licked the space between them and that made Sophia begin grinding on her son's cock. It had gotten so hard she had to look down to realize it was not a dildo but actually a real cock. She had never felt a cock this hard, or strong before, and she wanted it inside of her in the worst way.

Henry was again getting close to orgasm and decided to take matters into his own hands. He pushed his mother down onto her back and pushed up the skirt of her dress even further. She lay there moaning and kneading her breasts.

"Yes, baby, eat mommy's pussy. Oh, you made me so fucking wet. Yes, I need your tongue. Please eat me out." Sophia spoke in a voice that was both a scream and a whisper.

Henry had already known where he was going. He pulled her sopping wet panties off and dove directly into her wanton, aching cunt. It smelled a bit strong, but Henry couldn't care less. He knew it smelled that way because of just how aroused he had made her. He licked her clit and listened to her moan louder and louder. He was getting so horny himself as he fingered her and licked his own mother's pussy; he started to hump the bed. His tongue was so deep inside her; she could barely see his eyes. He was enjoying this feeling so much. He was now completely his mother's equal. That thought turned him on almost more than anything else.

Sophia was in ecstasy. She had not had anyone do this to her in years, and Henry was actually quite good at it. He knew where her G-spot was, but he wasn't ravishing it. He blew cold air on her incredibly sensitive clit. He was a master pussy licker, and just for a moment her motherly vibe kicked in and she was actually very proud of him. Being able to please a woman orally was a skill that men should have, and her son had it in spades.

"Mother.....," Henry said as he looked up from his mother's nether regions.

"Yes, honey?" Sophia answered.

"Can I fuck you now?" Henry asked with confidence.

"Oh, fuck, yes. I thought we were never going to get to that. Please, please fuck me," Sophia almost shrieked with anticipation.

Henry instantly pulled his shoes and socks off, and finished removing his pants and boxers. His shirt, though unbuttoned, and his bow tie, though untied, were both kept on at his mother's request. The wonderful dress that Sophia had on was now scrunched around her waist, exposing the most beautiful and important parts of her body, and she rather liked it that way. She looked down at herself just before her son mounted her in the missionary position and thought that she looked pretty damn sexy. Her own son had made her feel sexy again. This was something she certainly did not expect, and it was something she thought she should reward, but she was not sure how yet.

Henry climbed on top of his mother, kissing her sweetly. "Ready, Mom?" he asked, this time with slightly less confidence.

"Oh, yes, baby. Fuck mommy! Do it!!" She answered more lustily than she actually meant to, but she was so horny at this moment she didn't care what it she sounded like. Henry entered his mother's pussy. It was so moist that he slid right in. He was amazed how aroused she was. Henry was no virgin, but this was the wettest, slickest, most wonderful vagina he ever had the pleasure of being inside. He tried to move slowly, but he was so aroused he started to pump her harder than he meant to. He couldn't stop himself. And, by the moans and screams he was hearing from his mother, he didn't think she minded.

"Oh, fuck me, baby. Fuck mommy. Come on, fuck me harder!!" Sophia screamed.

Sophia had completely let herself go; she was going to enjoy this fuck. This was her porn star moment. She loved sex, and this was good sex.....bordering on great sex. They were perfect together, it made sense right now in her mind. This was her son; of course they would fit together so perfectly. She loved him right now as a son, as a lover, as a man, and as an equal. She could not wait to fuck him in another position, to truly be a porn star for her son. And, to her delight, she did not have to wait long.

Henry pulled out of his mother's vagina and kissed her breasts yet again. The sweat from her body tasted salty on his lips, and he sucked her nipple, making her yell just slightly. But, Henry got the desired effect. As she moved her body, her left leg came up just enough for him to slide his hand underneath her butt cheek and he pushed up, effectively rolling her over.




Helping Mother



Sophia knew exactly what to do and got onto her knees and looked back at her son as he knelt down behind her ass. He inserted his cock into her pussy quickly and grabbed the dress to use as reigns. He fucked her doggy style, her favorite position. This was always her go-to when she needed to cum, and she needed to cum now. This orgasm would be the most needed orgasm of her life. She had not had a true orgasm fucked out of her in almost eight years. She was desperate to fuck that orgasm out of her now. She wanted to cum so badly. She began to back her pussy up onto Henry's cock faster than he could fuck her. She shimmied and writhed, making the new bed creak and moan under the speed of her fuck. She wanted this cum. She wanted to cum all over him, and herself, and her bed.

Henry could no longer take it. If he continued to fuck his mother with his cock this would be an orgasm that would render him useless for at least half a day. That was not acceptable. He wanted her to cum for him. He wanted her to cum more than he wanted it for himself. He did the only thing he could think to do. He pulled out. He replaced his cock with three fingers and fucked her G-spot with reckless abandon. Sophia was screaming for it now.

"Oh, fuck, make me cum. Please, baby, make me cum!!" With that Henry pulled his hand away and watched his mother play with her clit as she squirted orgasmic fluid all over his midsection and the bed. She moaned and grunted for a moment then collapsed down onto the bed almost ready to sleep. Henry, now completely naked, lay next to his mother and spooned her gently. He kissed the back of her neck.

"Thank you so much, baby. I needed that," Sophia said just above a whisper.

"My pleasure, mom, you were wonderful," Henry answered, lightly grinding his cock against his mother's ample buttocks.

"But, honey, you didn't cum," Sophia said.

"That's okay, mom. This was your night, remember?" Henry said.

"Yes, it is my night, and I want my son to cum for me. So put your cock back inside of me, and cum for mommy," Sophia said sternly.

"Yes, mommy, I'll fuck you again," Henry whispered into his mother's ear as he began to put his erect cock in her pussy.

"No, not there, baby," Sophia scolded.

"Huh, what are you talking about, mom? You want me to fuck you, don't you?" Henry questioned exasperatedly.

"Yes, I do, but I want you to fuck mommy's ass. You deserve it. You made me cum so hard, I want my son to deflower my pretty little asshole," Sophia cooed.

"Yes, mommy," Henry yelped with excitement.

He slid his cock into his mother's asshole. It was less wet that his mother's pussy, but slick nonetheless. It must have gotten some of her fluid in it from her orgasm, he thought. It was so much tighter, and so warm. It felt wonderful. This was the first time either of them had fucked anally, and they were both truly enjoying the sensation. In fact, he was enjoying it so much he wanted his mother to sit on his cock.

They rotated so that Henry was on his back and his mother was on top so that she would bounce up and down on his cock, this way she could control the speed and depth with which her ass was penetrated. They both thought this the better idea, so that she could enjoy it as much as him.

She began telling him, "I am your anal whore! Fuck mommy's ass, Henry! Make mommy hold that cum for you."

Henry yelled. "Yes, I will cum for you, mom, but I want to look at you when I do it."

With this Sophia pivoted right around, never allowing his cock to leave her butthole. She put her hands on his chest and asked him to put his hands on her breasts and fuck her as hard as he could. He listened like a good son and jammed his cock all the way into his mother's ass. He could not believe what was actually happening, he was truly fucking his mother. He had always heard of the three types of sex, making love, sex, and fucking. He was fucking this woman harder, longer, and better than he had ever fucked anyone. In fact he could not remember honestly and truly fucking anyone in his life. This was now pure lust. There was love in this room, but simply at this moment it was sitting on the bench.

Sophia was grinding away and looking down at her son. His cock buried deep in her anal cavity giving her a pleasure that she has never felt before. She leaned back on her new bed and pulled the dress up and over her head, she was happy to be rid of the garment, now she was truly naked, physically, emotionally, and sensually. She was in the midst of doing something so egregiously wrong that she could barely contain her excitement. Her own son was minutes away from cuming inside of her and this made her wet all over again. She looked down at him, working so hard to please her, and staring right into her eyes, they shared this moment. They shared this night, whether or not it would be repeated, whether or not it would ever be discussed, whether or not it would be looked down upon by either of them in the future, this night was theirs and it was exactly what they both wanted. At that moment they were both completely in ecstasy and simply never wanted this feeling, or this night, or this love between them to end. 

Finally, Henry felt the rumbling in his testicles. He was going to cum. The feeling traveled all the way down his legs, turned around in his toes, and ran back up to his cock. He was pumping his mother's ass so quickly she was actually asking him to slow down, but when she found out he was going to cum it only made her hornier. He exploded into his mother with the power of a canon, shooting hot warm load, after load into her bum. She loved the feeling immediately, so much different than the vaginal cum shot, and this was her beautiful son. Of course she would love this orgasm forever, his and hers. With that hey kissed each other, bodies completely intertwined and fell asleep almost instantly. This was more energy than either had expelled in a long time, and the rest was well-deserved. They would be mother and son again tomorrow, but for now, they were the most in-love people on the planet.

The End



Helping Mother Ch. 01



Coming through the foyer, John heard his mother crying in the den. That was odd. His mother was so stoic. She never showed her feelings at all. John wondered if she even loved him or his brother. It was not important now, but it had been growing up. She had never been emotionally demonstrative. John could not remember the last time he saw his parents hug, or share a kiss. But that was just mother. Or so he always thought.

John had recently graduated from college and came home for the summer. He was diligently searching for employment but had been unsuccessful as of yet. He had no doubts he would find something, but in the meantime his parents didn't express any problems with him being there. He just took back his old room. His older brother was out of the house and working in a nearby city. He had married and settled into an apartment. So, it was just John and his parents now, Sylvia and Griffith.

His father worked long hours. He always had. His work even kept him away from home for periods of time, ranging from a few days to a few weeks. He worked for a military contractor which supplied computer equipment and the training to go with it. Father was a trainer. In fact, he was away right now on a mission to train some troops at a base in another state. That left John and his mother alone.

He had always known that his mother was beautiful. His friends at school constantly reminded him. She was only eighteen years old when she married. Her first child, John's brother Craig, was born a year later, and then John came along. So she was only forty-three years old now. And she was almost fanatical about staying in good shape. It seemed an obsession sometimes, but it had rubbed off on the two sons. John still kept himself in great condition. And his mother was still the loveliest mother among all of his friends.

Mother had never gone to college. She married her high school sweetheart. Father did go to a good college while mother took care of the apartment and the two boys. She even had a part-time job to help with the college expenses. They were lucky. When father completed his degree in computer sciences he found work with the company he still worked for. His rise was steady, as was his income, but he also was spending more and more time away from home. 

The boys never really knew him, nor did they have any special feelings for him. Mother, on the other hand, was different.

Her distance from them always hurt. But they grew out of it. They both did well in school, went to good colleges, and were alright now. And Mother was still distant, cool, and unemotional. They both just recognized that their mother was not like the other mothers who were always hugging their children and praising their efforts, with a smile on their faces.

And now, for the first time ever, that he could remember, his mother was expressing emotion. And it was manifesting itself in crying. What could she be unhappy about. His father being away again? Perhaps. Even though he felt he might be intruding, and not knowing if his presence would be welcome, John went into the den and saw his mother supine on the leather sofa. She had her face covered, and her lovely hair was spread out on a throw pillow underneath her head.

"Mother? Am I intruding? Can I do something for you?"

It startled her. She sat up abruptly, looking oddly at her son, and wiping away the tears.

"Oh. No John. It's really nothing. Just a bit blue. It'll pass. Thanks anyway."

So John nodded and went away. He went to his room. He decided to take a shower. It had been a long day. He had interviewed at three businesses in the nearby city. He felt he had done well, but would still have to wait to see if he got any callbacks. He was still wondering about Mother. It didn't seem that she had been truthful with him. Being a bit blue didn't seem part of her character.

When he came downstairs for dinner he noticed that the dinner table had not been set. He wondered where Mother was. He decided to check the den again, and found her still there. She was now sitting with her legs crossed, but with her face in her hands. Her sobbing was more quiet now, but it was obvious that this couldn't go on. His mother was not like this. He thought to himself that his mother needed some help.

John went to the sofa and sat down with his mother. She felt his presence and then placed her arms around him. As she cried into his shoulder he could feel the trembling of her warm body. This was the first time in many years that he had touched his mother. Even under the circumstances it felt very good. He was surprised at how much he had missed having the touch of his mother. He stroked her long, brown hair and just held her.

Finally, she let go of him and then stood up. She began pacing around the book lined den, on the damask rug, and her ballet slippers made no sound, but her legs were lovely. He couldn't help noticing. She had a spectacular body, and it showed in the white silk blouse and black cotton skirt that swirled around her knees. At last, with a sigh of acceptance, she turned to John and spoke.

"This is terribly embarrassing to me. I shouldn't be talking to you this way. But I have no one else to talk to. I've never had any close friends in this town. I've never been close to your father. That's the biggest problem. That's why I am so ashamed to tell you this. But I have to tell someone. I think it will drive me crazy if I keep it in any longer."

John was a little frightened, but also quite proud that his mother should have such confidence in him.

"Mother, I'm not about to tell you what's best for you. I couldn't begin to know what your life has been like. You must know that we've all wondered why you were so cool at all times, and never showed emotion. But I'm your son. I'll do anything I can to help you. Family always comes first. Craig thinks that and so do I."

"Please know this, John. I've always loved you and Craig. I tried to love your father. I did. But he never let me in. It was a mistake to marry him in the first place. I had no idea at the time what he was like. But we both were young, and really had no business trying to make a family. This may be difficult for you to hear, but you two boys were mistakes. I never intended to have children after your father and I had been together for a few months. I could see then that we would never love each other. In fact, I think you father is gay. Does that shock you? It shouldn't. Back in the time we married many gay men didn't come out for years and years, and many married and had families. After you two were born we never had sex again. I had my tubes tied just in case."

"Mother, that's no big deal today. But the real problem, I think, is that you've had a loveless marriage. It's a pity and a real shame. You could obviously have any man you wanted. I know it may sound cruel to Father, but you should consider finding a man who would appreciate you and love you. That's all I'll say. I think you have a decision to make, but I'll help all I can. Really, Mother, Craig and I always loved you. We just never thought you loved us."

"Oh, god, please John. It was never that way. I know I haven't been a perfect mother, but I tried to give what I could. I've felt lost and alone so many years. Please forgive any pain I gave you. I didn't mean it to be that way. Truly, John. I do love you. I love you dearly, I just feel very lost and confused."

"Well, think about what I said Mother. You need to find someone who cares for you. It's that simple, I think. Now, if I'm not being insensitive, I need to eat. Shall we just go out and have something? I know you don't feel like cooking now."

"Oh, yes John. That would be fine. Forgive my thoughtlessness. We'll just go down the street to the Italian place and get something. That would be fine. Just let me fix my face."

John went into the front room and waited. As he did he considered what a waste it had been. To think, a woman as lovely and sexually appealing as Mother should have a loveless, virtually sexless marriage. It wasn't right. He recalled Mother crying on his shoulder, and also the strange feelings it aroused in him. He had actually felt his cock getting hard. That was pleasant to recall, and as he did it began to get erect again. Mother was so fucking pretty, and sexy too. Oh well.

Sylvia came into the front room with a wrap in case it got cool in the restaurant wearing high heels. John rose and they went out to the car. He looked at the lovely curve of her calves. John drove to the restaurant. Only a mile or so away. The went in, ordered dinner and some wine to accompany it. Sylvia had started serving wine to her sons as soon as they came of age. She loved wine with her meals. She always had. Tonight she wanted to feel good. She was tired and wanted to just have a little enjoyment.

The dinner was pleasant for both of them. After chatting about John's interviews they discussed Craig and his wife, and how they were getting on. That seemed to be a good match. The conversation continued with innocuous subjects and the wine had it's affect on Sylvia. She was touching John's arm as she spoke, more and more often. She was quite sleepy when they finally left. She even allowed John to pay.

When they arrived home Sylvia was a little unsteady. John helped her up the stairs to her room. At her door she turned and hugged him. Then she kissed him on the lips. That was a great surprise. The greater surprise was that the kiss lingered just a moment longer than he would have expected. Then she said goodnight and went into her room.

Sylvia closed the door. She went over to her bed and began undressing. She was able to remove her high heels and then her blouse and skirt. She fumbled with her unnecessary bra and her black panties. Her breasts were firm and perky. Not large, but still upright and with nipples that were tiny but like little rubies. She had wanted to shave her pussy years ago. It might feel so good when she masturbated all alone in her room. Perhaps now she would. She hadn't shared a room with Griffith since the boys had started school.

Going to her dresser she found her favorite vibrator and placed it near her pillow. She got up on her bed and gazed into the wall mirror, admiring herself, and wanting to please herself. Her thoughts strayed to John. He had seemed so mature tonight. She realized just how handsome her son was. Oh well. She had her toys.

Sitting on the edge of her bed she began using the vibrator, first on her nipples, bringing them to attention and making her pussy begin to moisten, which made her move the device to her cunt. She loved to think of the dirty words as she played with herself. She had always wanted to hear a man saying them to her as they fucked, or she sucked his cock. Sylvia was well read. She knew all about sex, and what she had missed. But she made herself come with the vibrator, first by tickling her clitoris, and then moving to the labia and into her vagina, her cunt, her pussy, fucking herself and making moaning sounds of lust. She came and came. This was what she wanted.

And as she came she thought of John. Sylvia fell asleep and dreamt of her son taking her. And she didn't resist.

When John walked away from his mother's room he was aware that his prick was growing. He knew what he needed. He needed it badly right now. He hurried to his own room, entered and began flinging his clothes about the room. Soon he was on his bed with his boner in his hand and jerking it faster and faster. His thoughts were about the time he had seen his mother in the exercise room working out. 

She had been sweating and her nipples had shown through the tee shirt she was wearing along with the short work out pants. Her long curvaceous legs were thrusting in the machine has she worked her arms back and forth. He remembered and it kept him hard. His coming was long and forceful, hitting his naked chest and running down to his hairy balls.

The next morning Sylvia and John both arose at the same time. Each had their own bathroom so they didn't see each other until they both arrived downstairs for breakfast. Sylvia was a good cook. That was always one of her loves. John was hungry, in more ways than one. He was anxious to see his mother. He looked at her in a whole new light now. Sylvia was glancing at John with a different look today. She also was thinking of him in a new way. Their smiles were tentative, but John was gratified that she smiled at all. She so seldom did.

He left for the day to have an interview. As he was walking towards the front door Sylvia approached.

"John, good luck with the interview. You'll do great, I'm sure."

Then she leaned up to her tall, handsome son and gave him a kiss goodbye. John kissed her back, while putting his hands on her waist. They broke apart, and Sylvia began to blush. John saw his mother turning red and it made him feel good. For what reason, he wasn't sure. But it did. He gave her another peck on the lips and then went out and drove away for the day.

Sylvia crossed her arms across her breast, feeling the hardness of her nipples. She wondered what was coming over her. These were all new feelings for her. She felt young again. Young and full of energy. For some reason she was smiling. She spent the rest of the day smiling, as she ran errands and stopped at her spa. 

She had them wax her genital area. It felt quite fresh and clean and sexy as she walked around with a pussy completely hairless. She went to the lingerie shop and bought some new and sexy items. It felt good to be treating herself this way. She hadn't really realized what she was planning, but this seemed right to her.

That evening when John arrived home his mother was working in the kitchen preparing dinner. He went upstairs to clean up for dinner. When he got downstairs his mother was waiting in a pretty cocktail dress. She looked lovely, as always, but tonight her smile was dazzling. He returned the smile and gave her a hug. She returned it. This was new territory for both of them.

They dined and had a conversation concerning both of their days. Sylvia didn't mention the waxing or the lingerie purchases. But she was wearing a new see-through bra and a thong tonight. And she had put on her most expensive perfume. John could smell it, and it did its work. It made him notice how wonderful she was, in so many ways. Her hand was often touching his as he ate and chatted. He squeezed her hand and she smiled with love in her eyes.

The dinner finished with a wine toast from Sylvia.

"To new adventures and travels."

John touched her wineglass with his, smiled and placed his hand on her bare knee below her skirt. She responded by putting a hand on his and then moving it up her leg towards her treasure. John felt his cock growing in his slacks. As he moved his hand up his mother's leg she put her hand on his prick and began squeezing it. The moment had arrived. They had crossed the barrier. The night was just beginning.

Sylvia wanted her son. More than she had ever wanted any man. And John wanted his mother. They finished their wine, rose up, and John picked his mother up in his arms. She was so tiny and winsome. He carried her up the stairs to her room. It had the largest bed. He placed her softly upon the edge of the bed and knelt before her. He pushed her skirt up. Seeing the thong and the hairless pussy just made him lust for her more. He pulled the thong down around her legs and abruptly pushed his face into her cunt. He wanted to taste his mother.

Neither had said a word since the toast at the dinner table. No words were needed. Sylvia pressed her pussy into her son's face, grinding it and making herself come. Her juices were being spread all over his face, the wetness filling his mouth and causing his cock to twitch in anticipation. His tongue licked her clit and then he sucked on it. Her moans made him lick harder and he forced his tongue into her cunt as deeply as he could. He was fucking her with his tongue and groaning with lust as he did. His hands were spreading her labia apart and then caressing her thighs as she came over and over again.

He stood up and so did she. They each removed the clothing of the other. They took their time. This was the first time. It was a time to remember and savor. At last, being completely nude, they came together and pressed their hot and sweaty bodies together. At last John broke the silence.

"I want to fuck you Mother. I need to fuck you so badly I am aching inside."

"I'm Sylvia in the bedroom, and I want your cock filling my cunt right now my John. Fuck me. I need it so badly, too."

John picked her up again, placed her carefully on the bed and crawled up between her legs, spreading them widely apart and taking his hard cock in his hand. He leaned on one arm as he slid his prick into her wet and waiting pussy. It went in, but her cunt was so fucking tight. John realized Sylvia hadn't been fucked in years. 

Her cunt was ready for a fuck. A long and deep one. That's exactly what he began to give her, slowly at first but increasing the speed and depth as she wrapped her legs around him and forced him deeper into her honey pot. He needed no encouragement. He was screwing his mother! Jesus, this was so fucking good.

Sylvia was grunting with each thrust of John's cock into her pussy. She begged for more and more, and John obliged. This was his pussy now. He took charge of it and commanded her to come on his prick. Her fluids were flowing and dripping down her ass onto the bedspread. The speed and intensity increased until John could hold back no more.

"Take it Mother, oh shit, take my come. Mother, Sylvia, hell take this come. Ahhhhhhh!"

His spunk shot out in spurts that became slower and slower, but filled her cunt with the come she had needed for years. She moaned as she hugged him against her still hard tits. He kissed his mother and she returned it. They pulled apart and they were both covered with come now. They laughed and then Sylvia took John into her bathroom were they went in the walk in shower. Washing each other off she giggled like a young girl again. John was feeling more frisky than he could ever being. Life had become suddenly brighter and more filled with joy. Life was good.

They toweled themselves off and then they removed the bedspread with their love juices covering it. Tonight John and Sylvia were going to sleep together. She would not be alone as she had been for so many long years. It took only about ten minutes for them to drift off, spooning on the bed like new lovers.

John awoke with a start. Now he remembered and smiled. He looked over at the alarm clock and saw it was about six in the morning. His mother was still asleep. He put his arm over her and pressed a breast. She sniffed and came awake slowly, turning to face him and smiling too. Sylvia kissed him. Then she tossed the coverings away, saw he was hard already, and grinned like a young woman with her best sweetheart in bed with her. Creeping down between his legs she gave him a surprise.

Grabbing his hard on with a small hand that barely could hold it she began jacking up and down, then her mouth went to his balls and licked them. Moving her tongue up his shaft she continued stroking his prick, and licking it. Finally she took the head in her small mouth and worked her tongue about it, bringing him close to coming, but not quite. She chewed on it and then began bobbing her head up and down with his cock filling her mouth, even taking it into her throat.

Continuing that for several minutes brought John closer and closer to coming. He grabbed her pretty hair and began fucking her face while he looked under her and saw her pussy was dripping. Mother was coming again. It was time to give her something more to remember. He rammed up one last time, moaned with passion, and began filling her throat with his sperm. Her gagging was like music to him. She took it. Took it all. Eagerly. And she finger fucked her pussy as she held his cock with the other hand. She sucked him clean.




Helping Mother Ch. 01



John knew his mother had needed help. He had done what he could. It did help.



Helping Mother Ch. 02



Living in the house were John and Sylvia. John was her youngest son. Her eldest was Craig. John had recently finished college and was looking for work. Sylvia was married to Griffith, but they had a loveless marriage. Griffith was often away working as a trainer for his company. He trained military personnel in the use of the computer systems and software that the company provided to the services. 

Griffith had started right out of college with the company and had done well. But his marriage to Sylvia was never a happy one. Griffith was gay, and he had followed the old idea of hiding it by marrying and having children. It had been disastrous for Sylvia. Her emotional side had shutdown. The only two times they had actually fucked she had become pregnant. That was why she had her tubes tied. She neither wanted nor needed any more children. Her life become an emotional wreck. She had thought it would never get better. She was wrong.

It was a day or so after John had made love to his mother. Sylvia and John had broken the barrier and established a sexual relationship. It was something she had never looked for, but now that it had happened she was filled with a newfound love of life, and for her son. He had given her more than he would ever realize. Little did she know how much her life was really going to change.

Going into town, after kissing his new lover goodbye, John made a stop at the company where Craig worked as an accountant. He had time to see John in his alcove. They greeted and then Craig asked why John looked so happy. Whispering, John answered the question.

"Craig, you'll never believe me, but I had sex with Mother. Jesus, it was the best fuck I've ever had. And she sucked my cock, too. Damn, man, she's really hot when you get her going."

"Bullshit. You're putting me on. Mother would never do that. She's always been a cold-hearted bitch. I don't even understand how she ever had us. I'm certain she and Father haven't had sex in years. They've had separate rooms since I can remember."

"I know, I know Craig, but I shit you not. She was crying the other day and I finally got her to tell me why. It's all because Father is gay and their love life was nil, man. Nada. I can hardly believe it myself, but it's great. She does love us, man. She does. She's shown me. God, she is so fucking beautiful and she needs sex so much that it's all good. I hardly wanted to leave the house today 'cause I knew that hairless pussy was there waiting. I think she had it waxed just for me."

"I still think you're putting me on. We'll see. Anyway, the boss is coming this way. You need to leave. Talk later, okay, bro?"

John left and went to his next interview. Craig mulled over what he had been told, hardly noticing the figures he was working with on his computer. It was a long day. He wanted to get home to Gretchen, his wife. They had married last year and he had finally got her trained properly. He might be a peon here in the office, but he was a Master at home.

Arriving home at 6:00 that evening with some flowers in hand, Craig opened the door knowing what he would find. His Gretchen was sitting on her thighs, naked, with her hands lying upon her legs and her eyes looking downward. He touched her hair which allowed her to look up into his eyes with all of her love and devotion. She waited to be spoken to.

"Little pet, I'm tired now. I brought you some flowers. You've been a good pet for so long you deserve them. Now go into the bathroom and wait for me."

"Yes Master. Thank you so much for the flowers. I'm so lucky to have you."

Craig went into the bedroom and disrobed. He glanced at his body in the full mirror covering one whole wall. He liked what he saw. He and John had followed their mother in one way at least. They had kept themselves healthy and in great shape. His prick was flaccid now, but it would soon be hard and ready for his pet.

Walking into the bathroom he found Gretchen kneeling upon a rug near the walk in shower. He again caressed her red hair and she looked up into his eyes and smiled. As he walked into the shower she rose and followed him. He turned on the shower, set the temperature and then waited. Gretchen began massaging and cleaning his body with a large soapy sponge. She paid particular attention to his cock and ass hole. These were her favorite spots. His too. When he was thoroughly cleaned she again knelt before him. His prick was upright.

"You may worship my cock, pet."

With those word she began fondling his balls with one hand and stroking his dick with the other, keeping her eyes on his, begging to be told she was a good pet. She was. He caressed her long hair and she smiled and then started licking his prick up and down the shaft. Slowly, the way he liked it. He loved the way she sucked cock. He had trained her well. She was happy and so was he.

He was nearing the point where he would ejaculate into her face, but he wanted to fuck something instead.

"That's perfect pet. Now lean against the wall. Master wants to fuck you."

"Thank you Master. I love to be fucked. Please be rough with me. Please?"

"Take what I give you, pet. I'll fuck you the way you need to be fucked. I'll decide."

With that he held his cock in one hand and spread the cheeks of her ass with the other. His placed his dick in her ass hole and rammed it in with one hard thrust. She cried out in pain and lust, and begged him to fuck her harder. Gretchen loved it rough. Craig didn't mind. He just loved fucking his submissive wife. 

He grabbed her long red hair and jerked her head back while he kept a hand on her neck. With hard stroke after hard stroke he screwed her ass as she kept moaning with pleasure. He knew she was coming, but he had always enjoyed making her come. That was a pleasure for him. He was thinking it would be a pleasure to make his mother beg to be fucked too.

Craig filled her ass with his spurts of come. He rammed her as long as he had come to give her and then pulled out abruptly so that he could watch the creamy goo ooze out of her bung hole. He wiped it up with his hand and feed it to Gretchen. She gobbled it up eagerly. He liked that. They finished washing up and then went into the bedroom to dress. They were dining out tonight.

That same evening John and Sylvia were dining in. They had lots to talk about. John didn't let on that he had told Craig anything. The brothers were very close. They always had been a team, making up for the lack of love in the family by being best buddies. Sibling rivalry was never part of their life. But now John was discovering what he had missed, and hoping to make up for lost time, as was Sylvia. It surprised her how much she really cared for her sons, now that she had allowed her emotions to escape and be freely expressed. She couldn't keep her hands off of her son, continually touching his hand or arm or leg. Sometimes even caressing his cheek, with a smile.

"Mother, I have to go out of town this Sunday. One of the places I interviewed with has given me a callback, but they want me to interview with another group about 200 miles away. So that means I need to get there on Sunday to prepare and be fresh on Monday morning. I can drive back in the afternoon and get home Monday evening fairly early. I'll leave here around noon on Sunday."

"That sounds wonderful for you John. I'm sure this is a positive thing. You'll get that job, I just know it. Anyway, I was going to invite Craig and Gretchen over for a luncheon on Sunday. I think it's time I talked to Craig as I spoke to you. He needs to know the truth too."

John didn't bother to let his mother know Craig already knew. He'd let his mother tell it in her own way. He just wished he could be here to see how Craig took it. Craig had always felt more abandoned by Mother than he had. He was sure things would go well. His love and respect for Mother was growing every day. And he looked forward to a night of frolic. He could smell his mother's sexual juices right now. Both of them had been aroused throughout the dinner.

They spent an evening together watching a movie, with Sylvia cuddling on John's lap, feeling his erection and looking forward to using it a little later. Finally it was too much. Both were ignoring the movie. John had been caressing his mother's breasts and she had been rubbing her ass on his hard cock.

"Fuck it. I need your pussy Sylvia. I know you want me. I can feel it. Let's fuck Mother."

"Yes, yes, yes. Quick, let's fuck here in the den on your father's leather sofa. I need some cock baby. Fuck mommy now."

Getting rid of clothes takes an eternity when you want sex as badly as these two did. John's eyes were lustfully gazing at his mother's tits and cunt. So fucking sweet. His prick could not get any harder. As he moved towards his now naked mother it bobbed up and down, and he could see the fluids glistening on her pussy lips. She was wet and ready.

Her arms were extended and they came together, arms hugging tight and lips battling as they kissed and made out like teenagers. John sucked on his mother's earlobes and neck as she moaned with lust. His cock was pressed against her belly, waiting to fuck something. Anything.

He leaned down and took each tit into his mouth, chewing and sucking each, until her nipples were pointing proudly out. His middle finger went into her cunt and found the sweet spot in the front and she began coming quickly and wetly. He took the finger and let her lick her own essence. It turned her on more. All the while she had been tightly gripping his pecker. As if she never wanted to lose it.

It was time. Sylvia needed a fast and hard fuck. John took her body and placed it over the arm of the sofa, with her ass in the air and her arms outstretched. He got on his knees to praise her ass with his tongue. Tossing her salad, he licked and chewed her puckered hole while her juices were running down her thighs onto the wood floor. They might even ruin the leather. No one gave a fuck. They were in full lust.

Now his cock wanted cunt. And her cunt wanted hard fucking. He got up off his knees, leaned forward, and pressed the head of his dick into her wet pussy. It went in easily, but he was teasing Mother. She begged for more. Her hands were pounding the leather sofa, pleading for more dick, more fucking. He took pity on her. John began sinking the length of his cock into her cooze and she groaned with relief and took it all, wishing there was more. Sylvia was feeling like a real whore now. And enjoying it.

He was driving into her deeper and deeper with all his force. Her body shook from the plunging prick and trembled with the orgasms she was experiencing. They rolled over her body in waves as he probed ever deeper until he was banging against her cervix. Nothing was more important right now than fucking his mother. 

Sylvia whimpered as she felt him approaching his own orgasm. He was fucking faster and faster and yelling out filthy names, calling her a whore and a bitch and a slut, and she loved hearing it as he started squirting his spunk in streams into her quim. Her hairless, tasty quim. He filled her and kept fucking until he could drain no more. He almost fell as he pulled out and sat roughly upon the floor, gazing at her gash as it dripped his and her come out onto the floor.

That was their fuck play for the night. They were both exhausted. It was time for bed. John had wanted to start sleeping with Sylvia, but she nixed that. She was so used to sleeping on her own, and she loved having the space to sleep where ever she pleased. So they just used her bed for screwing whenever they felt like it. Tonight they had used the den. Perhaps some day they would use the kitchen table. For now they went to their showers and off to bed. Happily, of course.

The week progressed and Sylvia phoned her son, Craig, to ask him and Gretchen to come over for a luncheon on Sunday. She thought that would be more convenient. She knew her son was not religious. None of the family were. So they wouldn't be attending any services. In addition, after have their meal they could converse freely in the afternoon and it would still allow them to get home before it became dark.

Craig was rather surprised to hear from her. This was the first time they had made contact since his marriage to Gretchen over a year ago. But perhaps John had not been having him on. Perhaps Mother was changed. Well, in that case, he had something in mind for dear Mother. He readily agreed to the luncheon invitation.

On the next Sunday morning Sylvia served John a good breakfast in anticipation of his long drive to the larger city upstate. He left around 10:00, before his brother and Gretchen would arrive for the luncheon. He knew they were coming, of course, and he was glad to hear it, because he hoped that the family might become more of a loving entity for once. John was always the more emotional and soft hearted of the two sons.

Sylvia heard a car as it drove up the long driveway, crunching the gravel. It must be Craig and Gretchen. She was looking forward to this, but also worried, and ashamed of what she was about to tell her son and his wife. The truth had set her free so far. She hoped it would be even better when Craig learned the truth. 

Finding how much she loved John had made her reevaluate her feelings towards Craig, and she realized that she loved him too. She had always loved her sons. She had only been unable to express it because of the emotional turmoil inside that she had struggled so hard to hide, from her husband, and her sons.

Now she made last minute adjustments to the table setting, and the flowers she had place around the table and the living area. She was pleased with the affect. She hoped Craig and Gretchen be pleased too. It was important that they feel welcome. She wanted badly to change the course this family had been on.

The doorbell rang. Sylvia quickly went to open it. Craig was standing there. Gretchen wasn't with him.

"Craig, dear. Hello. I thought Gretchen was coming. Please come in. Welcome to your home, dear."

"Mother. Gretchen couldn't make. I hope I'm enough for you."

"Of course, of course. I have the luncheon ready. Do you need to wash up? We can eat anytime. Please Craig come in."

Craig was looking at his mother in a new light. He had made Gretchen stay home in anticipation of something occurring that she didn't need to be part of. He followed his mother into the front room. There was a washroom off of the den. He went in there and washed up, especially putting cold water on his face. He had plans. He needed to stay cool. He came out and the two of them went in to eat.

While they were eating Sylvia repeated to Craig what she had told John last week. All about her loveless marriage, and the fact that she now understood that she had not been a good mother. She knew that now. She wanted both her sons to know that she loved them. She had discovered that love during the self-examination she had undergone the last few days. She didn't mention what she and John had been doing almost every night. She thought that would be too much for Craig. It didn't concern him, in any case.

During the meal and as his mother was talking Craig's mind was drifting. He knew all of this already. What he wanted was to find out if what John had told him about Mother was true. The part where she had sex with her own son. He was a son. He was the oldest son. Where the fuck was his pussy? He was a Master. He should be fucking the bitch. But he stayed calm. This was going to happen. He was going to get some from his mother.

"Well, I hope that helps clear the air, dear. Craig, please understand, I love you and John. I want us to have a good relationship. What do you think? Do you have any questions for me, Craig?"

"I understood perfectly Mother. Now that we're finished with lunch may we go into the den? If you don't mind I could use a drink. Father always keeps a good selection of liquors in there. You know I'm of age, right?"

He laughed. So did Sylvia. Craig seemed a little odd, but then, this was a lot to take in. Even she was still working out her feelings and she knew he must be a little confused by it all. She needed to give him time. They went into the den and she made them both drinks. Two whiskeys and sodas. They tasted good. It felt good to be having a drink with her oldest boy. Both of her sons had turned out well, despite her faults.

When he finished his drink Craig walked over to where his mother was standing by the desk. He placed his hands on her waist and bent in to kiss her. Sylvia was slightly taken aback. She resisted. This was a complete surprise.

"Craig. What's come over you? This isn't right. You need to stop."

"Why is it right for John and not for me? Really? I know all about it Mother. You're a whore. You fucked your own son. Now your oldest son wants some and you say no? What the fuck. You're a bitch and a slut."

As much as Sylvia wanted to slap her own son she couldn't help but think he was just telling the truth. She had been with her son John. She had acted like a whore. Fucking her own boy. Letting him eat her pussy. Oh god, she was a whore.

"Get on your fucking knees, you cunt. Get down and suck my fucking cock. Do it now bitch."

Craig removed his belt and slapped his mother across the tits and then her ass. She dropped to her knees.

Sylvia was creaming. She could feel her pants becoming wet with her cunt juices. God, she wanted this. She was a slut. She wanted to suck her son's cock while he treated her like a bitch and a whore. She knew this now. She looked up into Craig's eyes and then reached for his pants, to unzip them and take out his now hard prick.

"Your fucking training is starting now. Suck it little bitch. Your Master wants a good blow job."

His cock was being coated with her saliva as she licked his prick and sucked his nuts. He grabbed her red hair and began fucking her face. This was going to be a quick fuck. The training would begin soon. Now he wanted to come on her bitch face. As she gagged from his forceful fucking he smiled. Mother was finally getting what she really needed. His strings of come shot out and she swallowed some, but then he began spraying her face and her silk blouse with spurts of come. He was marking his new territory. 

Mother was getting more help for her little problem. She smiled.



Helping Mother Ch. 03



It had been a week since Sylvia had submitted to her son Craig. He had overcome her reluctance and she had sucked his cock. He had made her his submissive slave, and she'd loved it. But she'd been very sorry when he had left, because she was wondering what this would mean to her relationship with John, her younger son.

John was twenty-two and had just finished college. He was busy searching for a good job, and had been gone the Sunday her twenty-three year old son, Craig, had fucked her face. He'd had her swallow his come, before spraying her face and tits with more come.

After giving him a blow job she had begged to be fucked, but Craig slapped her ass with his leather belt and told her to shut up and do only what she was told to do. He had lounged in a large chair in the den and told her to make herself come with her fingers. She had done what he wanted. She fucked her pussy with one hand while she pinched her nipples until she moaned with lust. She couldn't stop coming.

Craig jerked off in the chair. At one point he told her to stop coming. To just stop making her body have orgasms. She shuddered and tried. She was able to control herself. Or rather, he controlled her. She did as she was told. She was able to sustain that control until he released her to continue coming. Then he rose, walked over to where she knelt on the floor, and slapped her face with his still hard cock.

"You are my slave now, Sylvia. Never forget it. Now clean yourself up, I have to get home. You'll hear from me when I need you, slave."

With that, he gathered himself together and left the house. She heard his car driving down the gravel road from the house. She found herself smiling and wondered why. Then she thought of John. How was her relationship to him going to change? Her Master had not mentioned John. Did that mean she could still enjoy the pleasure of John's company? She decided that as long as Craig didn't tell her otherwise, she would continue as before. John was due home tomorrow. What would she tell him?

Arriving home late the next day, John felt his mother had changed somehow. She was very happy to see him, but was rather subdued. She did give him a passionate kiss. He felt his rod growing. She, however, had other plans. She took him into the den and they sat down with drinks as usual. Sylvia poured as he waited to see what was on her mind.

"Did you know that your brother was into Domination and submission?"

"Well, actually I did. We tell each other everything. We always have. I don't want to be inconsiderate, but the way we were raised in this house caused us to be very close. Now that you're out of your shell and enjoying your life again, I see nothing wrong with letting you know how it was for us before."

"That'll be my burden to bear, John. I know that. But I think I'm making progress in turning things around, don't you? So, you knew about Craig. Does that mean that Gretchen is his submissive?"

"Yes, she is. How did you find out about all this? When they came over yesterday, they actually told you about it all?"

"John, it wasn't the both of them. Just Craig came over. I need to tell you something. Craig did something to me, something I liked a lot. He made me get on my knees and suck his cock. He made me be submissive and do whatever he wanted. He didn't fuck me, but I wanted him too. He made me play with myself and then keep from coming. I felt very good being submissive to my own son. Just as I love fucking and making love to you, John. I must say I'm rather confused by it all. But Master Craig didn't tell me not to let you know. So I am."

"It doesn't matter in the least to me, Sylvia. You're exploring a whole new world, I know that. I'm happy you are. But what does this mean for me? Are you going to stop being my lover, Mother? I would hate that. I love you so much now. I need you. You have to know that now."

"Come here, John. Come to me. I don't know what it all means yet, either. But Craig didn't tell me to stop loving you, I don't think he would. I would hate that. I need you too. I need you right now. You must know that every time you get near me my pussy starts getting wet. It is now. It needs you baby, I need you. Let's go upstairs and Mother will let you fuck her ass. I'd like that. Let's do that, John."

John didn't have to be urged any further. He downed his drink, took Sylvia's hand, and they quickly went upstairs. Her room was the best for their frantic style of love-making, with its king size bed. John disrobed first because he knew Sylvia loved to see his body. Then he slowly took each of her clothing items off, smelled them, and tossed them aside. He loved the fact that her pussy was already glistening with fluids. Her nipples were so hard they looked painful, but he bit them anyway and Sylvia moaned and pressed them into his face.

He pushed her down on the bed and began making out with his mother. She returned all the loving he was giving. She so much enjoyed kissing, and the way he would lick and suck her neck and earlobes. It was enough to make her come. Sylvia was a sensual woman, she had never known it before. As they kissed, she was busy mauling her tits and pinching her nipples. She liked the sharp pain it caused. Then her fingers lingered in her cunt, tickling the clit and spreading her moisture around her labia. She felt John's hard cock pressed into her taut stomach and yearned to be fucked.

It was time for John to fuck some mother ass. He knew that. His prick was pulsing against Mother's flesh and he needed to come badly. He rose up onto his knees and ordered his mother to get on her hands and knees for an ass fucking. She quickly got into position, her submissive nature was responding. John smeared his hand on her cunt and rubbed it onto his dick, then he began working it into her puckered hole. 

He put his hand on her neck and forced her face down into the bed. He started working it, fucking that ass with a regular rhythm and asking her if she wanted more.

"For god's sake, John, please fuck me harder. I need to feel it all in me. I need your huge cock, baby."

Her words were muffled with her face crammed into the bed, but John heard her loud and clear, and began stroking faster and deeper, feeling the tightness of Mother's ass gripping his cock. It was heaven fucking Sylvia. Heaven to fuck his mother. Screwing her like a whore. She was a whore. He told her and she responded by pushing her ass back against him wanting more and more.

All the time his prick was using Mother's ass, she had been cramming a dildo up her cooze. She had grabbed it as she came into the room. Now it was slippery from all the cunt juices flowing out of her as she was ass fucked. She fucked herself at the same time, her moans grew louder and so did John's groans of passion. 

He was very close, she could tell, feeling his cock swell in her ass hole. He was so fucking deep and then he suddenly started gushing out come into her hole. It was hot and it made her have an immediate, huge orgasm. She cried out with pleasure. He kept pumping in and out, feeding all his spunk to his mother.

As they were relaxing later, having washed up and had dinner, they kept their thoughts to themselves, but John was certain of one thing. He was not giving up Mother, she was his fuck now. He might share, but she was his. However, it would all have to wait, because Father was arriving home tomorrow. His training session had completed with an After Action Review at the fort where he had trained some troops, and he was flying into the airport on the morning shuttle flight.

Griffith was met at the airport by Sylvia and John together. That was a little unusual, but not terribly. He was glad to get home. Although he would miss one of the soldier's he had become very friendly with during their evenings off at the base. Griffith loved these training sessions, they always gave him the opportunity to hook up on the down and low with a sweet young soldier. They were always so fit.

On the ride home they discussed the usual inconsequential things. Griffith was no fool, he could tell his wife seemed much happier than normal. She actually smiled once in awhile, especially at John. Something was different, but as long a it didn't make his life more difficult he didn't mind. He would be home now for perhaps a month. He would be going in to work each day, of course.

John was still actively job hunting virtually every day, so he and Sylvia found that having Griffith home now was a difficult obstacle to their love making. Still, they had the occasional quick fuck after Griffith had drifted off to sleep. John's room was down the hall and they were cautious and quiet.

At last John, who had been mulling over their whole situation, decided to have a chat with his brother. Nothing had ever come between them before. He was convinced nothing would now, but he had to clear the air. Craig had not been in touch with Mother since that one Sunday afternoon. Nothing at all. Perhaps it had been a joke of his. Craig had a rather odd sense of humor. John called him at his workplace.

"What's up, John?" His cell phone told him who was calling.

"Not a lot, Craig. I did have something to talk about, but I would rather talk face to face if you can spare the time for your little brother."

"Of course. Always. You want to come over tonight? Gretchen likes to cook for you."

"Sure. That'd be great. I'll be over about seven o'clock then. Take care, bro."

John was out most of the day, so he also called Mother and told her he would not be eating at home that night. When he arrived home he told Mother that he would be dining with Craig and Gretchen at their apartment.

"Is anything wrong, John? What does this mean?"

"Not a thing, Mother. I just need to see Craig. Really, don't worry about anything. I haven't seen him in so long now I need to talk with the two of them."

"Alright, John. I trust you baby. Have fun with your brother. Tell Gretchen hello from me. I understand her a lot better now. I think Craig has made her very happy."

Driving into the city, John went over in his mind possible outcomes for the evening. Craig might tell him that Mother was his now. That would not be good. He'd hate to be in any kind of conflict with his brother. For so many years they had been everything to each other, but it had to be okay. It just had to.

He rang the bell of the apartment and Gretchen opened the door. She was nude, and she didn't appear to be ashamed. She smiled at her brother. Gretchen had always liked John. Craig had not bothered to tell her about the new relationship both sons had with their mother. He hadn't felt it necessary to give his sub any information she had no need for. It was her function to serve him, and it was what she lived for now. Both were happy.

"Hi, John. You don't mind if Gretchen stays naked do you? She was a little out of sorts today and I am punishing her. Want to spank her ass a little?"

"I think I'll pass right now, bro."

John was laughing. He had been to the apartment several times and there had been other times that Gretchen had needed instruction or punishment. It was no surprise to him. Gretchen didn't mind him seeing her, she was a good little sub. She served them both at the table, she would eat later. The conversation revolved around Craig's work and John's job searching. 

When they were finished eating, they walked over to the sofa and sat down, while Gretchen cleaned the table and then had her dinner at the counter on a stool.

"So what's up, John? I know you. Something is eating you, man. Talk to me."

"Hell, you know what it is, Craig. You know Mother has changed now. She talks to me all the time, and I'm still fucking her and getting all the blow jobs I can. She loves us, Craig, and she told me about that Sunday. You know, when you made her submit. She was happy she did it, but, I mean, what the hell does that do to my new relationship with her? Are you going to send her a message and tell her she can't mess with anyone but you? Is that gonna happen man? 'Cause it will not be happy making for me. You gotta know that. I love Mother, I want her. I love her and she loves me. What's gonna happen?"

"Brother dear, you've got no worries. Tell you what, I'll show you. Gretchen! Come over here to Master."

Gretchen had finished eating and was washing dishes, but she immediately dried her hands and quickly came to stand in front of Craig with her head bowed in submission. She was awaiting his commands. She was always the obedient little sub.

"Look at Master. Good pet. Now go over to the sofa. Bend over the arm and spread your legs. I want to see your pussy. That's right, good girl. John, see that pussy? That's my pussy, but I want you to have some of it. I want you to fuck Gretchen. And I want Gretchen to enjoy it, so fuck her hard and deep. Okay, bro, go get some of the cunt."

"You don't mean that, Craig. She's your wife. You're kidding, right?"

"Fuck no. You're my brother, what's mine is yours. You feel the same, right? Go and fuck her, please. She's been punished enough tonight. Now she gets a reward from Master. She gets a new cock. She'll be happy as hell and my brother will really understand me. We've always been close. Now you'll really get me, man. Go and screw my wife. Please."

This was like getting an extra dessert for John. Gretchen had always struck him as perfection. He had checked out her whole delicious body when he got here, but tried not to show it. Now he didn't mind looking all he wanted to. He rose and unbuckled his belt. He dropped his trousers and while stepping out, was pulling his shirt over his head. Just his underwear remained, and it came off flipping his already hard prick into the air. 

He approached Gretchen, leaned down, licked her cunt and made her tremble. Then he fed his cock into her already greasy pussy. Deeper and deeper he penetrated her. As he did he, saw Craig coming around the side, already naked also. John started reaming that ginger pussy. Each thrust shook her small body. She had started whimpering with lust as soon as he licked her quim.

Craig was on his knees in front of Gretchen. He was feeding his prick into her open mouth and she took it eagerly while still being screwed by her brother. Two cocks, one sub, and all happy. John crammed as much dick into her as would fit. She was tiny but he got almost all in before he was stopped, and just began fucking her over and over. Her grunting was muffled because her mouth was full of Master's cock, but she took it and loved every inch John gave her. He started coming first and his spunk filled her tight cunt. He kept pumping until he could get no more out.

Craig grabbed his wife's head and began fucking her mouth faster and faster. He was going to make her swallow every drop, and she wanted to. She wanted to please Master. It began shooting in spurts into her throat and she gagged on all the jizz, but she swallowed it and licked his cock, wanting more. Craig had always preferred blow jobs. Tonight was no exception, but Gretchen got the added pleasure of being hosed by her brother. She had secretly wanted that for a long time. Master was good to anticipate her needs.

"Gretchen, that was very good, little pet. Now lick and suck us both until we are clean. Then get a washcloth, and come in here and clean us some more. That's a good girl."

She did as she was told, licking first her Master and then John. She smiled up at both and ran to get the cloth to clean them even more. Craig sat in one chair and John in another, they just gave each other a brotherly smile while she finished her chore. Craig had made his point very clearly.

The two brothers chatted awhile, making plans for Mother. Gretchen was allowed to stay and listen, but was kneeling on the floor by her Master so he could stroke her red hair. She was happy. She was also happy for her mother because Master was taking an interest in her. Mother Sylvia was in for some happy times.



Helping Mother Ch. 04



Standing up before her sons with no clothing would have been completely humiliating to Sylvia only a short few weeks ago. She had been living in a loveless marriage, with two grown sons whom she had never really become acquainted with. It was a sorry affair when a mother didn't even know her own sons. Fully grown sons, who were essentially strangers, because she had been so cold and full of despair that she had never bothered to learn how much they could really mean to her. How much she could love them. And how much they could love her.

Now here she was. Her lovely body, so trim from continuous work outs and good food, was perfect, with legs that had the curves that drew a man's eyes. Her breasts had very little sag, and were proudly displayed upon her chest, with her nipples hard like small garnets. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back. Her hands were at her side. Nothing was hidden. 

Her sons were seated on the sofa and she stood before the fire in the fireplace. Her shaven pussy was glistening with moisture from her own lust. The labia were swollen as she spread her legs to give them a good view. Her daughter Gretchen was on her knees at her husband's feet. Craig slowly stroked the soft hair of his wife and submissive.

It had come to this after John, her newly graduated son, found her crying one day, and finally she was able to tell him the truth. What followed seemed now to have been inevitable. First John had made her feel joyous about life again. His love making had turned her from a cool and aloof matron into a sexual being, lusting for her own son and fucking him with renewed passion each time they were together. Or sucking down his milk and loving the taste and savoring the love making.

Then Craig had taught her how to submit to a Master. And she did so. It had taken little for him to turn her into another willing slave, along with his sweet pet, Gretchen. But he would share. With his brother everything was to be shared. They together shared Gretchen, and her passion had filled them both with joy as they used her as she wished to be used. Craig had fucked her mouth as John fucked her from behind. The two brothers were never closer. 

Now, a month later, their father was away on a training mission. It was time to make sure Mother was happy.

"You're very obedient, Sylvia. Your Master is pleased. So is John. And my pet, Gretchen, always wanted to do this, didn't you pet?"

"Yes Master. I've lusted for mother Sylvia. I hope that doesn't displease my Master."

"Oh no. I want you to be honest with me. I'm happy to give you your dreams tonight. Now crawl over and suck on Sylvia's wet cunt."

As Gretchen eagerly crept over on her hands and knees both Craig and John rose and began discarding their clothing. The den was nice and warm with the fire, and by the time Gretchen was spreading Sylvia's pussy lips apart to begin sucking her copious juices they were completely nude. 

Both had large erections and both were stroking as the women performed for them. Sylvia could not stand long before her legs gave out with the trembling from the orgasms rippling throughout her body. She slumped down upon the pillows placed there in front of the fire, just for this purpose.

"Master. Are you sure this is alright? It feels so good."

That was Sylvia checking with her new Master and son Craig. He was happy with what he was watching. It pleased him. It certainly made John happy. It was fine. He told her to start eating the cunt of her fellow submissive.

Sylvia quickly kissed Gretchen's mouth and tasted her own cunt fluids and then the two did as they were told and began eating each other's pussy. Gretchen was on the bottom and Sylvia was rubbing her cunt on her face, making it slimy and slick, which Gretchen licked up and used her fingers to bring into her mouth. 

At the same time Sylvia had her tongue ramming into the cunt below her. It tasted good. It tasted like her own cunt. Like the juices she had licked from the dildos that she had used to bring pleasure to herself for so many years. Now she wished she had one of those toys to fuck Gretchen with now. That would be fun.

Orgasms were passing through the bodies of the two women, as John and Craig stroked their cocks slowly at first, and then harder and faster as the sight of the ladies coming caused them to want to do the same. Each had a large cock in hand with a red, bulbous head and both were getting wet from the sweat caused by their lust and the fireplace. At last Craig glanced at John. John nodded. They both slowly walked up to the still licking women.

"Master needs his pets. Sit up and take your medicine."

The two women immediately stopped their pussy lapping and sat back on their thighs with their mouths open. John moved to Sylvia, but Craig shook his head, moving him to Gretchen, and Craig stood before his mother. He did so enjoy watching her swallow his sperm. Somehow it made up for the years of psychological neglect from her. And she certainly didn't mind. The more come from her sons the better.

The two men started jacking off again and were not quite ready. The women were whimpering with need. Both were begging to help and lick the cocks in front of them. They were told to be patient and wait. They did so.

At last Craig started squirting his spunk into his mother's mouth. She spread her red lips as wide as she could so as not to lose a drop. John was still jerking and Gretchen was rubbing her cunt with her fingers, keeping herself coming and waiting with little patience for the milk of life her brother had for her. 

Finally John achieved orgasm and began shooting his spunk out. Some went into her mouth. Most was hosing her face and tits. She took it without regrets. She loved to have come on her body.

Both young men continued until they had completed coming. Then Sylvia begged to lick Gretchen's body. Craig nodded, and she pushed Gretchen down on the pillows and used her tongue to lick up the juices her son had spread over the breasts and face of Gretchen. 

While she did that she would pause and the two would make out, kissing and nuzzling, but she always returned to the come still on Gretchen's tits. She sucked her nipples until they were scarlet and Gretchen was whining for more and more.

"Enough! Go upstairs to the master bedroom and take a shower together. We're all going out. I know you'll play with each other, but don't take long. Master is hungry. Understood, pets?"

Sylvia and Gretchen both broke off what they were doing immediately and nodded to Craig. Then they hurried up the stairs, giggling, with their clothes in their hands and their long hair bouncing upon their naked backs. Both women wore their hair long. That pleased Craig. He liked his mother's brunette hair, and Gretchen's red hair matched her pussy, when she didn't shave it. 

This month Craig wanted her cunt with hair. Next month he might change his mind.

As the two young men went into the bathroom off of the den to wash their pricks clean they were chatting. They were close. They always had been.

"I still don't quite get this whole Domination and submissive thing Craig. I always thought someone had a sub and that sub was theirs and theirs alone, and that the sub would do anything they were told to do. I thought that was the whole idea."

"It's actually pretty simple John. In fact, you could boil it down to one word if you wanted to. Mutual. Both sides want it. If they don't then it is something else. No one is ever forced in this kind of relationship. The sub wants to be dominated. He or she lives for it." 

"And the Master or Dom wants the control. But it only, truly, works if both want it completely and are willing to give everything to the relationship. That's why I can offer Gretchen to you or to Mother. She is willing and I am willing."

"But I thought there were rules or something. I know I sound idiotic. It's all strange to me."

"That's what I mean John. This is not a church or a corporation. We don't have rules and regulations. We don't have the Head Dominant telling us what to do. It's like I said. It's always a mutual agreement, even if unspoken, and that's the beginning and ending of it all. Actually, either party could end it at any time."

While they were chatting down in the den Sylvia and Gretchen were scrubbing each other's backs and finger fucking and biting each other as they giggled and tried to remember that Craig ordered them to hurry. Finally they were clean. They quickly dressed. They both wanted to be pretty for Master. And for John. Both loved John too.

They were going out on the town. They took two vehicles to the the village nearby. Craig and Gretchen would leave from the restaurant to their own apartment in the city. John and Sylvia would go to the family home.

It was a celebration of sorts. It was Sylvia's coming out party. She had shaken off the shackles of her husband and her grief and her despair and was entering a new world, a new phase, in her life. 

They went to a good restaurant and all were seated at a table in the corner. That was fine. There the ladies could find a cock to hold while they awaited their dinner. John and Craig were soon hard. Gretchen was grinning at her Master as she stroked his pecker. Sylvia had glanced at Craig for his permission before taking out John's cock and stroking it. A memorable dinner.

When dinner was served they had to stop the under table play and enjoy the meal. But when the table was cleared and the desserts were ordered, with coffee for all, the two ladies slipped under the table cloth and gave each man a short blow job. Neither had to come right now, but it was a pleasure in any case. Gretchen loved to stroke her man's cock with her hot tongue. She held it tight and pushed her tongue into his prick hole. He groaned.

Sylvia was gobbling up her son's cock. She liked to cram it all in and chew on it. She continually gagged on it, but enjoyed that feeling too. She so wanted more come. That would have to wait. Meanwhile she stroked it with the spit she had put on it for lubrication and then rammed it back into her throat. John gasped.

Soon the waiter came back with the coffee and desserts. He just grinned as the ladies crawled out from under the tables with red faces and lipstick smeared. Craig and John zipped up as the ladies went to the rest room to touch up their makeup. 

When they returned all of them had a nice chat as they finished dessert. They left a good tip. Since it was Friday they decided, or rather the young men decided, that the party would continue Saturday at the family home. They took both cars and went home. 

John slept alone that night. Sylvia loved having her bed to herself. For sleeping. For sex it was a grand arena. One could have plenty of room for the rough and tumble of sex play that she was learning to crave, more and more. Tonight she slept the sleep of the blessed.

John slept well too. He was so happy with how life was turning out for him and his loved ones.

In the city Craig allowed Gretchen to sleep in his arms tonight. Often she would sleep at the foot of the bed. He sometimes needed the whole bed to move around. He was a restless sleeper. She awoke him as usual, kissing and praising his manhood. He smiled and stroked her red hair.

In the afternoon Craig and Gretchen drove out to the family home. Their tires crunched down the lane, giving warning of their arrival to John and Sylvia. Dinner was on the table. Sylvia had always been a fine cook. They had never lacked for wonderful food, even if they lacked for generosity of spirit from either parent. Now that had changed, at least in the case of Mother. She had proved her love for her sons. In the process she had begun to get all she had ever needed from a man when it came to sex. 

She had no complaints now. And she certainly would have none later in the evening.

Everyone kissed as Gretchen and Craig came into the house. Even the brothers kissed cheeks and gave each other a hug. They had always loved each other. Now they loved and were in love with their own mother. Gretchen was happy for them. Anything that pleased Master was sure to bring joy to her.

The dinner was fun. Everyone was relaxed. The glow of sex from yesterday had still not worn off. In fact, so much sex had been occurring recently that everyone was beginning to think their lives had entered a sort of golden age of lovemaking. 

Sylvia's dinner was a hit and at the end as they were finishing with a white wine and some cheese and fruit she got frisky. Almost as if her girlhood had returned. She tossed a grape at John. He laughed and then tossed a strawberry at Gretchen who did the same to Craig. In response he laughed himself, and it was a joy to Sylvia. She could not, in fact, ever remember her sons playing and laughing together, at least not in her presence. It was such a pleasure.

Craig had lost his usual stern look and seemed to have relaxed into the spirit of the evening. But he was still the only Master present, even if he granted his brother complete freedom. It was time to bring this evening to its logical conclusion.

"Okay children. You've all had your fun. Now it's time to relax in the den with a little more wine. We need to settle down. I have a wonderful evening planned. But you'll all have to just wait and see. Mother, let's open another bottle of wine and go into the den. I want to just talk for awhile."

"Master, you and John should go in and mother Sylvia and I will bring in the wine. It was a long week my love. Please go in and relax."

John and Craig went into the den, sat in their usual spots and waited for the ladies to appear. Gretchen had her orders from earlier in the day. Now she was transmitting them to her fellow sub. Her mother. And new lover.

When the ladies came in with the wine decanter and glasses they were nude. Sylvia lead the way with her tanned legs and proud breasts with brown hair in waves over her shoulders. Her nipples were hard and her cunt was clean and swollen in anticipation. Gretchen's red hair cascaded over her left shoulder and her pink nipples were hard too. Her ginger pussy hairs were just barely hiding her wet pussy lips. Both women were ready for their evening of submission and pleasure for Master and his brother.

Gretchen poured a glass of wine for her Master and herself and she sat on his lap. Sylvia, with a nod from Craig, served wine to John, and with her own glass sat in his lap. Both men were already hard and the ladies could feel it and knew that later they would be enjoying those pricks.

It made them more moist. They were leaking onto the slacks of the young men, but neither actually gave a damn.

They all cuddled for a long time, just enjoying the wine, the company, and the dinner that was settling in their stomachs. At last Craig lifted his glass.

"This is a toast to the two best pets I could have. You both may join Master in his toast. Of course you'll join, John, my own dear brother. To our new life. To our new love. And to the fucking you will both get tonight. John and I are going to use you both until you are whimpering with joy. Believe it pets."

They all touched stemware and then downed the last of the wine. Craig and John rose up and had each lady in his arms. They passed quickly out of the den, through the house, and up the stairs to Mother's room. They needed the room only her bed would provide. The set the women down on the bed and they sat with their hands folded in their laps. They were still creaming.

The ladies were already naked. Now the men stripped and the ladies watched their hard bodies emerge, with their shafts stiff and ready for fucking or sucking. Whatever they wished.

"Mother, you need to know how much your sons have grown to love you. So you will now get a special treatment from your own sons. You'll remember it with fondness forever. I'm going to lay down on the bed. Sylvia, get your ass over me and fuck me. Lower that greasy cunt onto my cock and make me happy."

Craig got on the bed on his back with his head on a pillow and Sylvia eagerly crept up and spread her legs to each side of his body, slowing lowering her pussy down onto her Master's prick. It filled her completely. He took her arms and pulled her toward him. He nodded to John who moved behind his Mother and then slowly began feeding dick into the puckered ass hole of his mother. 

She moaned as she felt both pricks begin rubbing against each other in her twat and bung hole. Craig was thrusting upward and John was ramming into her. She was squealing with lust. She had been coming from the first entry into her body. She could not stop.

"Oh holy fuck, my god, my god, fuck me, fuck me hard and deep. Damn, I want it harder, please, please."

Gretchen had moved up to squat over the chest of her Master. She grabbed the hair of mother Sylvia and pressed Sylvia's face into her pussy. Her hairy pussy that needed attention. She was fucking Sylvia's face as Craig fucked her cunt and John fucked her ass. 

Each person was grunting or moaning, but all were lusting for more and more sex. And finally the two men, knowing the women had been coming for minutes, now, in unison, began spilling their seed into the holes they were fucking. Sylvia took the hot come into her cunt and into her ass hole, as Gretchen began to squirt her pussy juices out over Sylvia's face. Sylvia took it all, even gulping down the cunt fluids of her daughter.

With a suddenness that surprised them all they simply collapsed into a pile of trembling flesh. They lay there for a long time, it seemed. But at last they arose.

"May we lick you clean Master?"

"Yes Mother you may. You lick me, and my other pet can lick my brother."

The ladies started simply licking the pricks there on the bed, but 

soon they had progressed to cock sucking. The men did not object. They were flaccid to begin with, but with the ministrations of the subs they were soon long and hard. Both ladies were jacking each cock with a small hand and bobbed their mouths up and down on the shafts. 

Sylvia was thinking how much she had missed. Gretchen was thinking how much pleasure Master had received this night. Craig was thinking how well he had trained his pets. John was thinking that he hoped this would go on forever. All, at some point, realized that Mother was fulfilled now. She needed for nothing now.

The young men shot their sperm into the waiting mouths and it was swallowed with some gagging, but with love too.



Helping Mr. K



His first name was Michael, but ever since I was a little girl I have always called him Mr. Kay. I grew up in the same neighborhood, right down the street from him. And now I take care of Pam, his beautiful little daughter.

This job felt important, and I loved every minute I got to be with Pam. I guess I was avoiding going back to my house, and I was staying at Mr. Kay's house, a lot.

I was at my baby-sitting job with little Pam, and I just couldn't stop thinking about my Mom coming in my room the other morning, and my heart was just pounding. This is going to make me crazy. Okay, I need to focus on my job, and on Pam. I had just spent the most beautiful three days with the sweetest little girl. I've been working as Pam's baby-sitter a lot lately. She is so adorable, she just turned five, and she is really smart and funny. 

Good, concentrating on my job is calming me down.

Pam's father, Mr. Kay, has been away on a three-day business trip, and this was the longest time I had taken care of her without him. I stayed at the house each night with Pam in her room across the hall. I didn't want to go home, especially after what happened with my Mom that awful morning. All I wanted was to stay here, and loose myself in little games and bath-time with Pam. Today we played outside together in the snow, and we even made a snowman!

I knew Mr. Kay appreciated my help with his daughter. This felt important, especially because he has been so emotional since his wife died. Her name was Kelly, and that awful car accident was just three years ago.

I grew up just down the street, and I still live there with my Mom. I was only 14 years old when I started baby-sitting for Mr. and Mrs. Kay, this was before the accident. I really liked both of them, and they were always so nice to me.

I remember that terrible day when I heard about the car accident, and how serious it was, I ran down the street to Mr. Kay's house and took care of Pam while he went to the hospital to stay with Kelly. It felt so good that I could help him in such a hard time like that.

I was at the house continuously for the next three days while Mr. Kay stayed with his wife. I was with Pam on the third day, when one of the neighbors came over and told me she had died.

The next few weeks were sort of a blur for me. Mr. Kay was totally shaken, and he wasn't really functioning. He stayed in his room a lot, and I took on the role of caretaker for little Pam. I was just 15 at the time and little Pam was only two, and I can't believe how much of a role I played in their lives. The weeks turned to months, and the months turned to years. And slowly Mr. Kay began to take part in the world around him. He was healing.

Somewhere during that time, I started to spend the night at their house, in the guest bedroom next to Mr. Kay's room, and across the hall from Pam. At first it seemed funny, but it was so important if Pam needed any help in the middle of the night. There were a lot of times I could hear Mr. Kay crying thru the wall, and it broke my heart to know how hard it was for him.

Little by little, I ended up sleeping nights in that room a lot. And one day Pam presented me a little sign. It was made of brightly colored paper with big cut out letters. It said Nina's ROOM, and it was so adorable. I know Mr. Kay must have made it, but I thanked little Pam with a huge hug and we made a sort of ceremony of taping it to the door - well, to my door. It was a really special event for me, it made me feel like I was a real part of the family.

* * *

This is a funny thing to admit, but just the other day I broke my glasses, so I had to get a new pair. When I was at the store I picked out a pair that were really different than the ones I broke. I think they look really cute. They are just simple little librarian glasses, and for some reason I just loved them.

And that same day, I got a haircut. I don't know why, I just felt really inspired. Now my hair is short, and I really like it. I think it looks super cute. Even my Mom likes it.

Anyway, the very next time I went over to baby-sit for Pam, Mr. Kay met me at the door, and he sort of flinched when he saw me. He looked really scared or something, and I wasn't sure what was wrong. It took just a moment for him to calm down, and he was trying to act normal again. But it really confused me. I didn't understand what happened until later that night, I was in the bathroom, and I saw myself in the mirror. And - I know this sounds crazy - But I had the same kind of glasses that his wife Kelly used to wear, and I cut my hair really short the same way she had her hair cut too.

It's funny, I mean - I thought I looked pretty, but at the same time, it was a weird thing for me to do, and I didn't understand it. Later, when Mr. Kay came home, he acted totally normal and sweet like he always does. So I tried not to think about it after that.

But it confused me, and it made me feel emotional.

* * *

Okay, on the third night at the house alone with Pam while Mr. Kay was away, we were having a perfectly lovely time together. I had made dinner and both of us had eaten when the phone rang. It was Mr. Kay and he explained that he would be home later than expected, the snowy weather had delayed his flight, and he might not be back to the house until well after midnight.

I said, "Don't worry about anything, Pam and I are both fine, we've been having fun."

He said, "Oh Nina, that makes me feel so good."

"Sure, it's been really nice."

"I can't thank you enough."

I explained what we had been doing, and how good little Pam has been.

There was a long pause, and I eventually asked, "Mr. Kay, are you still there?"

"Yes, I'm - I'm here." He sounded shaky, "I just feel - so happy - that you've been there for Pam. And for me. It means a lot, really."

He sounded so sweet, and it was really touching for me, I actually thought I might start to cry.

I said, "Oh Mr. Kay, don't worry, you are welcome, I love Pam, and I love helping you too."

"Thank you, I'm glad. I'll try to be quiet when I get home."

We talked for a little longer, but I think both of us were a little bit surprised at how emotional we were being, so we said good-bye.

Mr. Kay has been really kind to me. He and his wife got married really young, and had little Pam soon after. I remember when I first started baby-sitting for them; he and Kelly were the perfect couple. There was something so beautiful about them, especially when they were together. But since Kelly died, there is something so sad about Mr. Kay, and even though he is tall and handsome, there is something so sad in his eyes. I wish I could help him, to somehow make him feel - well - less sad.

After I hung up the phone, I explained to little Pam that her father would be home late to night. 

She asked, "How late? Will I be asleep?"

I told her, "I bet you will be in bed, we both will, when your father comes home. But don't worry, he'll come in and kiss you – I know he will."

She said, "I miss him.

I told her, "I miss him too."

Then I went upstairs and filled the tub with warm water so I could take a bath with Pam. This had become normal for us during the last few days. I used to just give her a bath, but with Mr. Kay out of the house I ended up taking my clothes off and just climbing into the tub with her. 

I found an old bottle of apricot scented bubble bath soap under the sink, way in the back. I added this to the tub and it created a lot of bubbles, and it filled the bathroom with a really sweet apricot smell.

It was fun, and it was so cute sitting together in the soapy water playing with all her little toys. We had little boats and funny ducks, I loved it, and so did she.

We played in the tub together for a long time, and finally we got out. Pam ran out of the bathroom as soon as I toweled her dry. She went to her room to put on her pajamas. 

Then, I was all-alone in the bathroom. And for some reason, it felt scary.

I was so unsettled as I dried off after the bath. I looked at myself, naked, in the full-length mirror behind the bathroom door. 

Mr. Kay always describes me as petite, and that's a really nice way of saying that I'm small. I actually like it when he says that, but I just don't understand why I always feel so sad when I see myself naked in the mirror like this.

As looked at my reflection, I was, as always, immediately fixated on my tiny breasts. They are just so small, it's like they aren't there at all. I feel so sad when I see myself like that, it just seems so unfair. 

I mean, I guess - that I always think about, was my breasts. Yes, I know, this must sound weird, but I just can't help it. I can get obsessive about them. I have little tiny trainee breasts. Well, anyway, that's what I call them. They are VERY small. I guess they stopped growing when I was about twelve years old. It's embarrassing, I mean - I'm eighteen years old now, but my breasts are still in the sixth grade.

The fact is that I'm tiny all over, I'm short, and I have short hair and narrow shoulders. My hips aren't too wide and I have a sort of small bottom. 

I turned a little sideways and looked at my reflection.

Oh god - My nipples are so prominent, like - I have almost NO boobs, but I have these pointy nipples, I don't understand it. 

To make things even more awkward, even though my breasts are so tiny, for some reason, my nipples can get really hard, to the point where it's embarrassing for me to wear certain clothes, like I just cannot wear tight t-shirts. My nipples are just so obvious - even with a bra. It's something that makes me feel so self-conscious.

And right then, I went to put my little bra back on, even though I knew I was going to sleep soon. 

It's funny, but every time I put my bra on I sort of think to myself, "Okay, I know my breasts are really tiny, and I know don't NEED a bra. The reason I wear this little bra - is because I am just so humiliated about how easy it is to see my nipples through my shirt - and this little bra helps."

It's just so inappropriate for me to wear certain clothes, and wearing a bra helps hide my nipples, it helps cover them up. My nipples always seem to show through whatever I wear, and it can be really embarrassing. That's why I wear a bra, even to sleep at night.

Plus, I feel like wearing a bra in Mr. Kay's house is like, necessary. Like it's my uniform or something.

I felt sad looking at myself in the mirror, but I knew that I was being silly.

I mean - for a long time after Kelly died Mr. Kay was so intensely sad, and there was absolutely nothing I could do to help. That really scared me; I was worried he would never smile again.

I was concerned because of the way my Mom had changed. I mean, my Mom has become really strict and nervous since my dad died. And it worried me, that Mr. Kay would somehow suffer like my Mom did, and it would change him. I was really young when my dad died, and I have just a few memories of him, mostly that he was tall and that he dressed so nice. And my image of him was of someone who was healthy and sweet. I know my Mom loved him too, and it just brakes my heart to see her so distraught, all these years later. 

My mom can be so mean. She seems to act so rigid with me. I think that's a big part of the reason I spend so much time at Mr. Kay's house. And it's been a huge relief to have my own room here. I still spend some nights at home with Mom, but it can be hard, especially - since - the other morning - when...

Suddenly, I had this dark flash; it was a blur of memories - of my Mom - and her voice from the other morning. When she - when she - came into my room.

My heart was suddenly beating faster, with a creepy mixture of fear and shame.

Oh god - I can NOT think about that.

I stood there looking at myself, naked in the mirror, and I seemed to focus on my pubic hair, I don't know why, but its really thin and pale, and right then I felt so heartsick.

I quickly put my tiny little bra on, and then my plain white panties - and then my long nightgown.

Pam was already in bed when I came out of the bathroom, and I sat next to her and read a bed time story, and then another. 

She was so sleepy and cute, that I managed to deny how emotional I was in the bathroom - looking at myself in the mirror.

At some point I just climbed under the covers with Pam and snuggled as she fell asleep. It was really cozy, and I think we both really loved it. I lay there and listened to the quiet sound of her breathing. And she smelled so sweet and nice after our apricot bubble bath together.

Oh God, I just had a flash again, about my Mom coming in my room and my heart started beating. This is going to make me crazy. I cannot let myself think about it.

Okay - I'm freaked out - I can't handle this. I need to think about nice things. Like being with Pam, and how much fun we've had. Or, how kind Mr. Kay has been to me. Yes, he's been so sweet. It really feels nice, I mean, Mr. Kay has helped me, he's been so wonderful. Good. Just making myself to think about him seemed to calm me down.

This is much better, it's working. I need to think only of Mr. Kay as I fall asleep.

Okay, there is something so soothing about Mr. Kay. I like the fact that he's a tall, He run a few times a week, and it makes him seem so fit. He's always dressed nice, and he always talks so quiet and calm, and his voice just makes me feel so peaceful.

He seems so healthy, I mean, lately he's so much better compared to the dark year after Kelly died. And maybe I helped him, at least a little.

I snuggled in close to Pam and let the image of Mr. Kay fill my head as I listened to her soft breathing. I slowly drifted off, content and warm.

* * *

The next thing I knew, I was waking up out of a deep sleep, and the light was on in the hall, I was just barely aware of what was happening.

I looked over and there was Mr. Kay sitting on the side of the bed, kissing little Pam. Maybe it was just the dimly lit room, but he looked so handsome and calm.

I heard Little Pam say, "Hello Daddy."

He softly replied, "Hello to you too, baby."

She said, "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

In her tiny voice, Pam said, "While you were away, me and Nina took a bubble bath together. We had lot of fun, it was nice."

"Good for you. That sounds wonderful."

I looked up, with sleepy eyes at Mr. Kay and said, "Welcome home."

He looked at me and replied, "Hi Nina, did the little angel keep you busy?"

"She was a delight."

Then Mr. Kay whispered, "I'm glad to be home, now you two need to get back to sleep."

Pam whispered, "I love you daddy."

He leaned in and gently kissed her on her forehead and said, "I love you too Pam."

I started to get up and out of the bed, and Mr. Kay said, "It's okay Nina, you can sleep here if you want."

I said, "I think, maybe, I should sleep down the hall, in my room."

He asked, "Are you sure?"

I said, "I think so, Pam can get kind of squirmy sometimes."

I sat up in bed, and I whispered to little Pam, "I love you."

And then I kissed her goodnight, picked up my funny little librarian glasses from the night stand and put them on and walked out of the room with Mr. Kay.

I felt a little bit foggy as we stood in the hall just outside Pam's door. I am so short compared to Mr. Kay; right then he seemed SO tall. I looked up at him and quietly asked how his trip was.

He whispered, "We should be quiet, it's late."

We both walked down the hall and went in to the guest room, well, my room really. And he closed the door so our talking wouldn't bother Pam.

I could tell something was wrong, that Mr. Kay was worried about something.

I sat on the edge of my bed, and Mr. Kay sat in the chair across from me. We talked for a little while, and I told him how nice Pam was while he was away.

He was wearing a white business shirt and a nice pair of pants. It felt funny, almost like he was too formal or something. Especially with me wearing my long nightgown. It's funny, I felt like such a little girl and he seemed like such a grown up, sort of professional, he looked so serious.

I could tell something was on his mind, I asked, "What are you thinking?

"I'm not sure, something smells nice."

"Really?"

"Something smells sweet, like a fruity shampoo - or something. Is it you?"

I thought for a moment and said, "Is it - maybe - from the bubble bath I took with Pam?"

He looked at me for a second before saying, "You mean - that bottle of apricot bubble bath soap, from under the sink?"

"Yes, Pam and I took a bath together and used some. Was that okay?"

He smiled is a sort of nervous way and said, "Of course, it - it smells - really nice."

I suddenly felt totally embarrassed. 

All I could think of is that it must have been Kelly's bubble bath and the sweet apricot smell must remind him of her.

What followed was a long awkward pause, and Mr. Kay seemed preoccupied with something. I sat there, at the edge of the bed, feeling embarrassed in my nightgown. I'm so short my feet don't touch the floor, so I swung them like a nervous little girl.

Then, in a thoughtful voice, he asked me, "How have you been?"

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I could tell he was really serious. I was apprehensive about the way my little glasses must have looked, and my new short haircut. And now I realized that I even smell like Kelly.

I replied, "I've been - well - good - I guess."

He looked directly at me, and said, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can."

"The other morning, when I left for this trip, when you got to the house, you seemed - upset."

I knew right away what he meant. Oh God - that was the morning that my - my - Mom came in my room - and...

My heart started pounding. I couldn't say anything, I was so intimidated I just stared at him - silently.

Mr. Kay asked, "Did I do anything, or say anything, to make you feel bad?"

I realized he was blaming himself for me being emotional that morning, and I stammered, "Oh no - Mr. Kay - No, you didn't do anything to make me feel bad - no. I'm sorry, this is so - I don't know - it's - it's - so embarrassing."

He softly said, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to ask anything personal."

I hesitated before I spoke, "No - it's okay - its just - it's just..."

And I could hear the intense nervousness in my voice, I sounded so frightened. And he heard it too. Something was flooding over me, something scary.

He said, "Nina, something was wrong, I could tell, and I was worried about you the whole time I was gone."

I looked at him, and I desperately wanted to be honest, but how could I tell him what had happened.

"Oh Mr. Kay, I don't know - it's too..."

"Please Nina."

"I don't know - it's TOO embarrassing..."

"Don't worry, I want to help, really - I do."

Right then - Listening to Mr. Kay beautiful kind voice, telling me he wanted to help, somehow - I felt so comforted.

I realized how sincere and kind he was being, and I said, "Oh God, thank you, it really helps me to hear you say that." He looked at me with his beautiful sad eyes.

I said, "I want to tell you - But, this is so - I don't know - so confusing."

Mr. Kay said, "Nina, please - you can tell me."

And at that moment, I felt powerless to hide anything from him.

I looked at him, and stammered, "The other day - at my house - and in the morning - I was all alone in my room - and - and - I felt - Oh God - I felt SO ashamed - my Mom - she just walked in - and - I was - I was on the bed - and - and..."

He heard a sort of panic in my voice, "It's okay."

I couldn't stop, I HAD to tell him.

"And - and - when my Mom - when she came in my room - she didn't knock or anything - she just opened my door - and - and - she walked in - and - I was - I was naked - and - and..."




Helping Mr. K



Mr. Kay said, "Oh Nina, don't feel bad - please."

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming. I was getting more and more emotional.

In a sort of frightened panic I stuttered, "I was - I was - trying to make myself - I feel so bad - I was trying to make myself..."

I paused, not sure if I could say it, then I went on.

"I was alone - naked - on my bed - trying to make myself - climax..."

Oh Jesus - I said it, and there was a haunted silence that just hung in the room as I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him across from me on the chair.

Oh my God. What had I done? I felt totally ashamed.

But Mr. Kay stayed so calm. He thought for a moment and then cautiously spoke, "I need to ask, do you mean you were masturbating?"

I looked right at him and quietly replied, "Yes."

At that point I started to cry. I couldn't help it.

Mr. Kay got up off his chair and sat down next to me on the bed, and he put his arm around me. It was such a comforting thing for him to do. And then I just leaned into his nice whit shirt, and sobbed.

Mr. Kay acted perfectly calm and supportive. 

He let me cry, and he stoked my hair and whispered a softhearted, "It's okay, just let yourself cry, it's all okay."

I just told him something that - to me - was truly disgraceful, but Mr. Kay sound calm and supportive. 

It took me a little while to regain my composure enough to speak.

Finally I said, "I'm sorry, I'm so ashamed."

He calmly told me, "No, you can't be. I won't let you be."

"But..."

"No Nina, it's fine."

"But - when my Mom caught me - she kind of - well - she - she - kind of freaked out, she got SO mad at me."

"Oh Nina..."

I said, "She was really - really mad at me..."

"I understand, I know how strict your mother can be."

"It was awful - she really scared me..."

"Please, I understand that it was - upsetting. But what you were doing was fine - it's perfectly normal."

I was shocked that he would say that, and I warily asked, "It's normal?"

He whispered, "Yes, it is."

"Do you really mean that?"

"Of course." 

What? Just hearing him say that seemed to calm me down - at least a little.

I cautiously spoke, "But I feel so alone, like I'm the only one in the world that - that - does it. And - somehow - it makes me so sad."

And then Mr. Kay laughed out loud, and he said, "Well, you certainly aren't alone, I can assure you of that."

I was confused, "What do you mean?"

"Nina, you know me really well. I have been alone for over three years since Kelly died. I haven't been on a date since then, or anything. So, I want you to know, you are not alone, that you and I - well - we both have this in common."

I looked up at him, and he was smiling softly, and a calm descended on me and I suddenly stopped crying.

I asked him, "Really, are you serious, you do it too?"

"Yes Nina, I do it too - We are both doing the same thing. It's something that's normal, and I think it's really nice that you do it, and if feels nice for you - I think that's good"

He looked at my face, and then he un-tucked his white dress shirt and pulled up the tail, and he dried the tears off my face with it.

I meekly asked, "Really, you think it's good?"

"Yes Nina, its a perfectly natural and beautiful thing. Yes, if you want to masturbate in your room alone - I think it's wonderful."

He tenderly wiped his shirt along my cheeks, slowly drying my tears, and it felt so strange.

He continued, "It's okay, really. I'm glad you do it." 

This conversation was surprising to me, it was soothing, and in a very real way - I could see it was somehow soothing for Mr. Kay too.

I said, "Thank you SO much, this really helps, talking like this..."

"I'm glad I really am."

He looked at me, and smiled. 

"Oh Mr. Kay - just you saying that, it really helps ..."

Mr. Kay looked at me in such a kindhearted way, and I knew he was truly concerned.

"Oh Nina, don't feel bad at all - I think, what you did, can be really beautiful."

It felt so wonderful to be sharing this with someone so sensitive, and someone who had somehow helped me so much.

He said, "Please Nina you need to know how special you are to me, it's been truly important to me, and I know little Pam really loves you too - It's been so nice that you have been a part of this - well, my family."

I was filled with a sort of heightened emotion, for some reason, just sharing like this, and hearing his voice was helping me - and I wanted to talk more.

"Mr. Kay, I really appreciate you saying that. You've been - like - like a father to me."

Oh god, just talking like this feel SO good.

I nervously said, "I feel funny saying this - but..."

"Nina, you can tell me anything - it's okay."

"This is hard for me to say - but lately - when I'm alone, I can't help it - I just feel like I need to - to make myself..."

"It's okay..."

"I really need - to make myself - well, climax - I mean - when make myself - cum -it really helps me - but at the same time - I feel - I feel so..."

"Go on."

"I'm sorry, for some reason - I just feel ashamed."

I could hear the tension in my voice, and Mr. Kay could tell this was hard for me. But - for some reason - I felt like just HAD to tell him.

As kindly as he could, Mr. Kay said, "Nina, just so you know, I think it totally okay, if it makes you feel good, then there is NOTHING to feel bad about."

"But..."

"Remember, it's nice for me, I do it too..."

"But..."

"Nina, listen to me, Okay? You should feel nice, I give you complete permission to anything you want - anything that feels nice - when alone in your room..."

I meekly replied, "Really?"

"Yes - it should be comforting for you. Because you deserve something that beautiful and nice, it's something that you should treat as joyous - Okay?"

"Thank you Mr. Kay," I whispered.

And then we both sat there in silence, and he still had his arm around me. He seemed a little distant, and I could tell that he was lost in thought.

I needed to tell him more.

I carefully said, "I think - I mean - the reason my Mom sort of flipped out - when she walked into my room - when she caught me - was..."

I paused, and he seemed so attentive. 

I went on, "It's - I need to - I think - It feels important - that I tell you."

"I understand."

"Thank you SO much for letting me - tell you..."

"P-please Nina - Go on - I want to help."

"Okay. When my Mom walked into my room - I was - I was..."

"It's okay..."

I realized how personal this was, but at the same time I just NEEDED to tell him. He was being so kindhearted, and it just felt so good to share this with him.

I said, "Mr. Kay, this is funny for me to say. But that morning, when my Mom caught me - when I was naked - on the bed - and - and rubbing myself..."

"Go on..."

"She REALLY scared me - I was so freaked-out that I jumped up off the bed, and I kind of hid behind my closet door - while she yelled at me - And - On the bed - there was..."

"It's okay Nina."

I was really upset, but I realized the only way to say it, was just to say it.

"On the bed - There was - I made - a big wet spot on the bed. And my Mom got all fixated on this, on how big the wet spot was - and she was really angry - and she said it was disgusting."

"Oh Nina, I'm sorry."

In a panicky voice I added, "I'm sorry - I couldn't help it."

In a soothing voice he told me, "I know you couldn't."

He hugged me tight and something about it was intensely comforting.

I asked, "Oh God, it's scary. I mean - I just get SO wet, is there something wrong with me?"

Then I watched, as Mr. Kay seemed to concentrate, like he was carefully collecting his thoughts.

After a moment, he calmly spoke, "No, there is nothing wrong with you. I think I understand why this was so upsetting for you. I can't make your mother's reaction go away. All I can say is - what you just told me - about the wet spot - it sounds like you are normal and healthy - and maybe even a little bit lucky."

I smiled and said, "Oh God, Mr. Kay can say the most perfect thing for me to hear."

He gave me a reassuring hug.

Then - I just blurted out, "I had a - well - relationship with - with this boy from school. It wasn't right, and it just ended."

He said, "You never told me."

"I know, I'm sorry, I feel like I was hiding it from you."

"You shouldn't feel that way."

"I don't know. It was awkward, I wanted to tell you. But I just couldn't."

"Oh Nina, you should be able to share anything with me."

"Do you mean that?"

"Of course."

I looked up at him, at his kind eyes, and I nervously whispered, "I'm not a virgin anymore."

I could see that he was totally surprised, and all I could think was I NEVER should have told him.

Then he quietly asked, "Nina, are you upset about this?"

I spoke quietly, "It happened. I lost my virginity to this boy, and it was after a party, when both of us had been drinking. It was in his room and it was totally dark, so I didn't see anything, and I actually remember very little. Anyway, that night was sort of a blur, and I regret it."

He spoke tenderly, "Oh Baby, don't feel bad about it."

"Later, I found out he made fun of me to his friends at school. He told them that I - that I - that I got his bed all wet. He made a mean joke about it."

I couldn't believe I just said that - it was SO private. I was scared I would freak him out, and I tried to sense if I upset Mr. Kay by being so honest. 

He calmly spoke, "Nina, that's awful that he said that."

"I - I can't - help it, getting - all - wet like I do."

"I understand."

"But, what I want to say - what scares me - is that - I feel so - incomplete and I don't know what to do."

"Please, don't worry."

"I can't help it. I wanted it to be nice - but it was so - sad."

"Nina, please."

"Oh God - It was confusing - I mean - I guess I kind of wanted some kind of intimacy, but he was just wasn't - he wasn't nice to me."

"Go on - I'm listening."

I looked away. I just seemed so scared, and I felt powerless. But at the same time, I felt like I really NEEDED to talk, that sharing this with Mr. Kay was somehow important for me.

I said, "Something just doesn't seem right - I'm so confused"

He calmly asked, "Nina, does it feel satisfying for you, I mean, when you're alone and you have an orgasm?"

I quietly said, "I don't know. I mean - When I'm alone - and when I - well - when I try to make myself - climax - I feel like I really need - well - I need - to think about something - and - all I can think about is that mean boy from school."

"I think I understand. Go on..."

"Okay. Well, I guess - I feel like I really get stuck thinking about him. It's like I can't help it. I don't even remember anything. And now I'm really confused."

I looked up at him and smiled nervously, and then I went on.

"Oh my god, Mr. Kay - this is embarrassing..."

"Please, you don't need to worry about saying anything to me."

I meekly asked, "Mr. Kay, I guess I need - I don't know - some help. I mean, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Are you sure?"

"Nina, you can ask me anything."

I was so bewildered and I asked, "I feel funny saying this, but what do you think about - I mean - when..."

Mr. Kay asked, "You mean when I'm alone, when I masturbate?"

"Yes."

And then Mr. Kay was suddenly silent, and his expression changed. He seemed sort of lost and sad.

I realized that I had asked something too personal, "I said, "Oh God, I didn't mean to ask you that."

He spoke with enormous sincerity, "Nina, it's okay that you asked me that."

"You think about your wife, Kelly, don't you."

He didn't say anything, and I reached over and held his hand. After a long moment of silence, he quietly answered, "Yes, I think about Kelly."

I said, "I'm sorry, you don't have to say anything..."

It a serious tone he replied, "Nina, I want to tell you. I've never told this to anyone, and - and..."

"You don't have to tell me..."

Mr. Kay said, "Please, I want to tell you. When I'm alone, and I - when I - well, when I masturbate - I think about Kelly, and how she would let me - she would let me..."

Oh God, he sounded so emotional.

I asked, "Are you okay?"

He said, "Nina - I really want you to hear this, Please."

I meekly said, "Okay."

He looked at me, and I could tell he was collecting his thoughts. I cared so much for Mr. Kay, and - right then - I was worried he may start to cry.

Then he said, "You know how much I loved Kelly."

"Yes, I know."

"This is hard for me to say..."

"Please Mr. Kay."

He spoke cautiously and slow, "When we - We would - Before we would make love together, she would let me - well, she would encourage me to - I would - I would gently trace the edge of her bra."

I asked, "You would?"

I was surprised, I mean - This sounded so modest and sweet.

"Yes, I thought is was so - satisfying."

Then I sort of smiled, and said, "I guess that makes sense."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that - what you are saying - sounds - well - SO pretty and tender - So please - go on - Please..."

"Okay..."

I cautiously asked, "You would trace the edge of her bra, like - with your finger tip?"

"Well, yes. But - It was more that, well - I mean - I would just appreciate it - it was just so beautiful."

"You said, that - she encouraged you. What did you mean?"

"Well, she knew how much I enjoyed it."

I asked, "How would she - well - encourage you?"

"Kelly was really quiet person, but she would just - well - ask me nicely."

"You mean, she would ask you, and you would trace it with your finger, like along the edge of the fabric of her bra?"

"Well, yes - I mean - I would start that way."

"You mean you would trace the straps of her bra, like around her back too?"

"Oh my god - yes, as slowly and gently as I could."

I paused and thought to myself for a moment, I think Mr. Kay could tell I was visualizing this in my mind. His wife Kelly was a beautiful woman, and she had a really lovely figure. I remember as a little girl thinking that her breasts were pretty, and she must have looked really lovely wearing just her bra. 

I understood why this would be exciting for him.

And then I said, "Mr. Kay, that sounds really sweet."

Mr. Kay whispered, "Oh God, I loved it - so much."

"I think I understand - I mean, I'm sure she loved it too - 

"She did - she loved it - But I was - well - it wasn't ..."

Mr. Kay sounded nervous and confused, and it almost scared me. He was suddenly breathing harder, and he was shaking.

I tried to calm him down, "Oh Mr. Kay, don't be scared. Please, it sounds like a really sweet and tender..."

It was so strange, for Mr. Kay to share this with me, something SO intimate, but it felt SO good for me, and I was trying to be supportive.

He sounded fearful as he said, "The memory is so - haunted."

I wanted so badly to calm him down, "No - Mr. Kay - Please - it sounds like it would be really nice, the feeling - the gentle feeling."

He spoke in a shaky voice, "It's more - but..."

I looked at him and asked, "But what?"

He took a deep breath, and he seemed to settle down a little.

He whispered, "That's how it started."

"I don't understand?

He paused and thought for a moment and I sensed the seriousness of what he was trying to share.

And then he cautiously asked, "Nina, are you sure you want me to tell you?"

"Yes - please, I want to hear this."

He took a deep breath, and I could feel my heart beating faster.

I whispered a desperate, "Pleeeease..."

"Okay, Kelly would leave her bra and panties on, because she knew how much I liked it - how much - I loved it - how beautiful - the way she looked."

"Go on."

"And - I would be - be naked..."

With that I flinched a little.

He asked, "Oh God - Should I stop?"

I begged, "No, I want to hear this - Please."

Mr. Kay is really fit. He's tall and healthy, and I was suddenly - in my mind - visualizing him being naked, and my heart was pounding.

He said, "First - I would trace her bra, the thin little straps - all along her back - with my fingertips."

"Go on, please..."

"Then, after that, and Kelly would encourage me, I would - I would..."

"It's okay..."

"I would - she would let me - I would gently trace her bra, with my..."

"Please Mr. Kay."

And then he said, "She would roll over, and I would - on her back - and - would encourage me - sort of beg me - and I - I was naked - and I would gently trace her bra - with the tip of my - of my penis."

I gasped.

He looked right at me, and he confessed, "Oh god - Nina, it was so beautiful - I loved it."

The room was suddenly hushed with an emotional silence.

He whispered, "And then - I would slowly trace the rest her bra, the same way - with my penis - and she would watch me..."

He just looked at me with his big sad eyes. I was somehow electrified that he was entrusting something so intimate with me - his baby sitter. I had no idea what he was thinking.

I was suddenly awash with insecurities, like he had told me TOO much. My heart was pounding, and I was scared.

He saw it in me, and whispered, "Oh God, Nina - I'm sorry - I didn't mean to say..."

I interrupted, "No, please."

Then he looked at me and I could tell he was concerned about me, that he had crossed some line.

'Nina - I'm sorry."

I said, "Oh my god - Mr. Kay. What you said - about Kelly - it - it sounds so beautiful."

"It was beautiful. I loved it."

We sat there, on the edge of the bed together, and he was holding me close with his arm around me. 

Everything was hushed and quiet.

Mr. Kay sat up a little and he moved slightly. Then I felt his hand on my shoulder, and he was cautiously pulling the edge of my nightgown away from my neck.

And I looked at him and watched, as he carefully looked at my pale skin along my shoulder. The strap of my bra, now exposed - just a few inches, as it lay across my shoulder. I watched as he tenderly caressed it with his fingertip.

I was instantly overwhelmed with his soft touch along the thin strap of my bra. It made it made my whole body tingle. I was feeling - really feeling - his attention and it was almost mystical.

My whole body shivered.

And he spent a long time, focused only on this tiny bit of my bra strap along my freckled shoulder. I was visibly shaking from the sensations.

Eventually, he whimpered a loving, "Oh Nina, this is so beautiful."

What happened next felt like a dream, and I don't understand it exactly.

I was moving in slow motion. I stood up next to the bed, and I looked at Mr. Kay. The moment didn't seem real, it felt like a hallucination. Then, I cautiously lifted my nightgown over my head, and let it fall to the floor.

I stood before him in just my bra and panties. I was really confused, it was embarrassing, but I felt like I needed to do it, to help Mr. Kay. 

Then I was back on the bed, sitting next to Mr. Kay. I was awkwardly trying to cover myself, the front of my little bra with my hands.

We sat for a moment like that, and he looked so vulnerable.

I nervously asked, "Can I - please - lay down?"

And the next thing I knew, I was lying there, on the bed, on my tummy, with Mr. Kay next to me.

I didn't understand, but it was so overwhelming. There was such a dream like sort of slow motion to everything, like it was premeditated.

And I took a deep breath.

The next thing I felt was Mr. Kay's warm fingertips on my back, as he touched my bra strap. At first I was a little bit startled, but then I realized how gentle and calming his touch was, and how much it settled me down.

I was on my tummy, and he carefully traced his fingertip along the white straps of my bra across my back, and the feelings just made tingles run up and down my spine. It was magical. I was transfixed by the sensations of his gentle touch on my back. 




Helping Mr. K



Mr. Kay asked, "Nina, is this okay - that I'm doing this?"

I whispered, "Y-Yes, I think so..."

Mr. Kay said, "Oh god - this is beautiful..."

The feeling I was getting from Mr. Kay hands as he touched my bra along my back were so gentle and tender, it was like he was calming me down - it was magical, and any stress in me faded away - just from his touch. 

I whispered, "Mr. Kay, this feels wonderful, it's like I'm melting."

And I was somehow all lost in a calming trance. 

The sensations were so wonderful and dreamlike; it was as if I was surrendering to the delicate touch of his hands.

I took a deep breath and whispered, "I feel funny, like this is a dream or something."

Mr. Kay replied, "I feel the same way. Your bra is - so pretty." 

I looked over my shoulder to see Mr. Kay, who was looking at my back intently.

Mr. Kay asked me, "Nina. What are you feeling right now?"

I was so taken by his directness, that I replied, "Right now - I feel - a little scared."

"It's okay..."

"I feel - I feel - worried - it feels embarrassing."

Then Mr. Kay told me not to feel that way, that he thought I was perfect and beautiful. It felt SO good to hear him try and calm me down with his compliments. It was just how I felt when he told me it was okay that I would masturbate.

I whispered, "Thank you Mr. Kay, that helps."

He continued, and I watched him from over my shoulder. All I could think about was what he had done with his wife, and how much it haunted him.

I whispered, "When you told me about - what you think about - when, you think about Kelly, you said..."

And I trailed off into silence.

He told me to keep talking, to finish what I was saying.

I went on, "It made me feel good, that you would trust me, and share something so - well - so secret with me."

Lying on the bed, on my tummy like I was, I felt SO close to him. He was along side of me, looking at me, just at the edge of my sight.

I nervously continued, "You said, that - when, you think about Kelly - you were - naked."

Then, his gentle touching stopped. I couldn't believe I said what I said, and I felt terrible.

I stammered, "Oh God - I'm sorry - I didn't mean anything..."

I rolled over on my side, and I looked up at him, and he was obviously lost in some place of deep yearning. I stared at him, as he sat there, and all I could think of was how wonderful and kind he has been to me.

And right then, he seemed so vulnerable.

Just a few minutes earlier, he had entrusted in me such a beautiful secret. He literally told me what he thinks about when he is alone - when he masturbates. And the purity of that imagery affected me deeply.

He spoke, so tenderly, about his wife. How thrilled he would get seeing her, when she was wearing only her bra and panties - just like me, right now.

And then I looked over my shoulder at him, and he was sitting on his knees, close to me. He looked frozen, and just a few minutes before, he confided in me that Kelly would encourage him to - to be naked, because she KNEW he loved it.

I quietly asked, "Mr. Kay? Can you do something - for me?"

He replied softly, "What is it?"

I nervously said, "Can you - Oh god - I'm embarrassed to say it."

He looked at me, right at my eyes, "Please - it's okay."

"The sad thing - about that boy - the boy from school - the thing that seemed - so sad for me was..."

"Nina, you can tell me."

"I feel funny saying this. But, the thing that seemed - so sad for me was - the room was dark - and I never saw him - with all his clothes off."

I watched as Mr. Kay's expression changed. He seemed almost frightened by my words. 

I said, "Oh God, I'm sorry, I never should have said that."

We were both silent for a long time, and my mind was racing with fears and insecurities. What had I done? I rolled over, back on to my tummy.

Then, he looked at me and smiled, and then he said, "Nina, you have no way of knowing how important you are to me."

And then he leaned in and kissed me softly on my forehead.

With that, he sat up and began to unbutton his dress shirt. I watched in amazement as he took it off and let it fall of the bed and onto the floor.

Then, he undid his belt, and then he lay down on his back, right next to me. He began to push his pants down. I was suddenly aware of a giant bulge, straining against the thin fabric of his boxers.

He put his fingertips on his underwear, and then he turned and looked at me. I think my expression was of absolute bewilderment.

He asked, "Should I stop?"

I meekly replied, "No."

Then - it happened fast, and suddenly he was naked. I got the briefest glimpse of his penis, it was erect and it seemed to spring up when it was free from his boxers.

I kind of squealed out loud, and I instinctively covered my eyes.

Oh my GOD - I have NEVER seen a man naked before, and to see Mr. Kay's erection - so close - really freaked me out. It just looked so HUGE.

I was scrunched up on my tummy, with my hands over my eyes, and I was trying to hide him from my view.

He realized he scared me, and immediately tried to calm me, "Oh Nina, please, I'm sorry..."

My heart was beating hard, and with my eyes covered, it felt strange - like I was floating.

Mr. Kay softly told me, "Please Nina, I'm sorry"

It was so calming, he spoke to me in such a gently and reassuring way.

I think that I must have been shaking I was so freaked out, the image of Mr. Kay's huge erection was just too much. I kept my face covered with my hands and buried in the bedspread.

He whispered, "Nina, tell me. Should I stop?"

Oh God, just hearing Mr. Kay's soothing voice helped calm me down. 

I whispered a frightened, "No."

Then, he gently put his hand on my back. The panic feeling seemed to fade away, just from his touch, and I felt a little better. 

He began gently stroking my back with his fingertips - along the straps of my bra - trying to calm me down.

At first I wanted to squirm away - but his fingertips felt SO gentle.

He asked me, "Oh Nina, is this okay, that I'm doing this?"

I meekly replied, "Yes."

Suddenly I was quieted by the sensitivity of Mr. Kay's soothing touch - and - it's hard to describe - it felt SO delicate.

Mr. Kay said, "Nina, please, I need to do this. Please."

Just hearing him say that, I was instantly calm. I was overwhelmed with this intense relief, like just his earnest voice made my fears and shame just melt away.

And Mr. Kay continued to carefully trace his fingertip along my bra straps, and the feelings made tingles run trough my whole body. It was magical.

And laying, like I was, on my tummy, in just my panties and bra - and KNOWING he was naked, on the bed with me, suddenly - everything just seemed perfect, almost mystical.

The feelings I was getting from Mr. Kay's fingertips were so gentle and tender, it was like he was calming me down - easing any worry in me. 

I whispered, "Thank you, this feels wonderful."

I felt beautiful.

Then Mr. Kay stopped, and I heard him whisper, "Nina?"

"Y-yes?"

Then he cautiously asked me, "Nina, can you turn over, onto your back."

I timidly replied, "I think - I think - I'm too scared."

"Please Nina, I don't want you to be scared."

I mumbled, "I'm - I'm embarrassed..."

I was powerless to his voice, especially now that I had melted into this blissful state.

He went on, "Please - I need this."

And then Mr. Kay put his hand on my shoulder and calmly asked me again, if I would roll over onto my back. This time, I did exactly as he told me, I couldn't help myself. I moved around on the bedspread and he took my hand and gently helped roll onto my back, I looked up at him and - looked at his - his exquisite erection, it loomed above me as he moved me.

Even though he was naked - and his penis seemed so scary- it was strangely beautiful and calming.

And then he cautiously moved towards me - and - I was entirely focused on his hard penis, it was almost purple, and it looked SO huge. But, I didn't close my eyes, not this time.

I bashfully held my arms across my chest, hiding my bra. 

He whispered, "Please - I need to..."

Then, he carefully lifted my hands and slowly set both my arms above my head as I lay on my back. It was like he was deliberate positioning me, like an artist would pose a model. 

All the while Mr. Kay was watching me, and it was SO obvious he was staring at my bra, and I knew - from before when he spoke about his desires about Kelly - that he must have been emotionally exhilarated.

I lay there, on my back with my arms above my head, and there was something so shy about the way he was looking at me. I realized how he responded when I encouraged him, like Kelly had.

I looked up and told him, "Mr. Kay - it's okay - please."

He got up a little on his knees, and moved a little closer. He was looking at me, at my bra and my chest.

He just looked down at me, sort of confused.

I went on, "Mr. Kay, you told me what you used to - to do - with Kelly - sounded so beautiful - please."

Little by little, he cautiously climbed right on top of me, on his knees, so he was straddling me, with his knees on the bed on either side of my tummy. 

Then he carefully put his hands on each side of my head, against my hair, and lifted me a little by my shoulders, and slid a pillow under my head. He leaned in put his lips close to my ear and said, "Nina, please watch, I want you to see..." 

Oh my god, his hard erection seemed to jiggle with each slow movement, and it was all I could focus on.

I looked down at my own chest - with the pillow, I could see perfectly - my plain white bra, and my little breasts, and his hard penis. 

I didn't realize until then, but - right then - through the thin fabric of my bra - my nipples were unimaginably hard, in a way that I had NEVER seen them like that before, and seeing them SO erect was enormously thrilling.

I could tell this might be too emotional for him, and I was worried.

I encouraged him, "Please Mr. Kay, keep going, you are doing so good, it's okay."

He cautiously arched his hips toward me, toward my little bra, and got close - so his erection was right up close to my flat chest.

He spoke in a shaky voice, "Oh Nina - You are SO beautiful, you are perfect."

And just by hearing his beautiful voice, I shivered. 

Mr. Kay slowly moved in and let his hard erection glide across my pale skin, along the edge of my bra. Oh god, it was immediately obvious that he LOVED it.

He whispered, "This is beautiful..." 

Oh my GOD - I wanted to scream with Joy.

Mr. Kay began whispering, "Oh God, Nina - Nina..."

Somehow, I mean, my breasts are SO tiny - and because of that Mr. Kay's penis just seemed unimaginably huge as it glided across the pale freckled skin of my chest, and the white fabric of my little bra.

I stammered, "Oh Mr. Kay - this feels SO good..."

He spent a long time rubbing the very tip of his erection along the outline of my bra. He was unbelievably slow and gentle. I can't even try to describe how electrifying this was for me.

Oh my god - This was something so powerful for Mr. Kay, he was living out some sort of deep need. I could tell. He was on his knees and he moved in closer, straddling my ribs, until his knees were firmly tucked into my armpits. It was magical.

He seemed so exhilarated, and I whispered, "Mr. Kay - this is - this feels - nice."

It felt SO good, I mean, his erection was just so close to my face - it was incredible. We were looking right at each other, and the intensity of emotion in his face was glorious.

Oh god, Mr. Kay was SO turned-on, it was like he was possessed. And I wanted to make sure he was doing exactly what he needed, what he had done with Kelly.

Mr. Kay gasped out, "OH GOD, Nina - thank you..."

The sensations were overwhelming and intense. Mr. Kay's penis looked SO hard - but he was using it - to caress me - so delicately - and his movements felt SO soft. It was absolutely magical.

"Nina - thank you..."

He began to move - slow and gentle - and he pushed his penis up toward my neck, and then gently traced the bra strap as it went over my shoulder. 

I was amazed at seeing his huge erection, So close to my face, I watched intensely as he guided it slowly along my bra strap.

My skin was so sensitive, I mean, his penis was so beautiful - and the feelings were SO intense. It felt magical.

And it would glide back down again, and he slowly traced the tip of his penis across my cleavage. And then I watched as he tenderly moved up the bra strap on the other side.

Then I cautiously asked, "Mr. Kay, tell me what you need."

And the question seemed to stop him, and he suddenly sat up a little.

I asked again, "Please Mr. Kay, tell me, it's okay."

He got off me, and he sat on his knees next to me, and he covered himself with his hands in a sort of modest pose.

He was thinking.

I begged, "Please, I want to help."

He sounded so emotional, "Nina I need - I need - to lay down - next to you."

The next thing that happened was he was on the bed, snug against me, and his mouth was near my ear.

I asked, "Is everything all right?"

He looked at me with his hunted sad eyes and said, "I think so..."

I said, "You are thinking about Kelly, aren't you."

There was a long pause, and he finally said, "Kelly would, sometimes, be in pain when - when - we made love together."

"Oh no, I'm so sorry."

"It was something that I worried about, and I tried to make it, as - nice as I could for her."

I didn't understand, what was he saying?

I asked, "It hurt her?"

"Kelly would - sometimes - have a hard time, getting - wet enough, and if she wasn't - wet enough, she would feel pain."

"Was there anything that helped her?"

"I would need to make her climax, that was really helpful, that would get - get her wet enough."

"How - I don't understand, how would you - help her - to climax?"

In a far away voice, he said, "I would use my mouth, I would kiss her, and use my tongue - and..."

I didn't expect him to say that, I asked, "And she could - have an orgasm - that way?"

"Yes, sometimes it took a long time."

"How long?"

"I don't know, I'm not sure."

Then, with help from Mr. Kay behind me, I moved my arms, and my little bra was off and on the bed next to me. Then, he helped me roll over onto my back again, with my head on the big pillow.

I could look at myself, my own tiny breasts, and - Oh god - my nipples were SO incredibly hard. It must have been the tingling sensations from Mr. Kay's attentive touch I don't think I had ever seen them so stiff.

I had always felt bad about my little breasts, but right then - they seemed so lovely. 

Mr. Kay just sat there for a moment and looked at me, at my bare chest. It felt so good to let him see me, and - right then - I felt beautiful.

I looked over at Mr. Kay, and even though he was naked, and he had just rubbed his erection all over my bra, I saw him as so vulnerable, and so sad, and all I wanted to do was help him.

He said, "Sometimes I knew it would be painful for Kelly, and it was so important - for both of us - if she was as wet as possible."

All I could think about was that big soggy stain on my bed when my mom came in, and how scared it made me. I didn't understand what I was feeling.

He spoke in a sad and needy voice, "And, when she - had an orgasm, it made it wet enough that it didn't hurt her."

And then, Mr. Kay began to pull off my panties, and I had to arch my hips upward so he could get them off of my bottom.

He slowly slid them down my legs, and then off my feet. 

It seemed like we had both just moved in slow motion, but now I was naked - just like Mr. Kay - and he was breathing so deeply his whole body kind of trembled.

And for a moment, he looked sort of confused as he held my little white panties in his hand. 

I nervously asked, "Oh god - Is something wrong?"

He replied, "No, I'm sorry - it's just - your panties - are all - wet."

I instinctively replied, "I'm sorry - I can't help it."

"No - Don't feel bad, it's beautiful..." 

And - right then - Mr. Kay was looking at me as I lay there - completely naked - and I was realized I was squirming from my desperate attempt to make sense of a flood of emotions - I could feel so much longing, it was almost too much.

Mr. Kay looked at me as I squirmed, - my eyes, my small breasts, my nipples - my tummy - and my sopping vagina.

Then he held my wet panties to his face, and inhaled, slow and deep.

Mr. Kay stammered, "Nina - Oh God..." 

My pose on the bed -I felt so BOLD - I arched my back and pushed my hips a little bit forward to let him get a better look between my legs.

Mr. Kay was staring at my wet pubic hair and my vagina lips.

It felt so beautiful - I began to squirm. I desperately NEEDED Mr. Kay to look at me.

I whispered, "I feel SO pretty..."

Mr. Kay moved forward, toward me until I needed to spread my legs wider, because he was sitting between my knees and I was on my back. 

He gently leaned over me - I didn't know what he was doing at first, but he gently lifted my head and then set it on the big pillow.

He cautiously whispered, "Nina, I need you to watch." 

I couldn't respond, all I could do was spread my legs a little wider, and I knew he was somehow trying to recreate something he had done with his wife, and I wanted so bad to help him, to make him feel better.

Then, he looked at me and whispered, "It's important - for me -I need you to climax"

And he leaned forward and gently kissed my open vagina.

I thought I might scream, the sensation was so intense. He was enormously gentle, and with my head on the pillow - I could watch everything he was doing.

I reflexively spread my legs even wider and held my knees tight against my own shoulders, and I arched my pelvis up towards his face.

My voice was so desperate, I blurted out, "Mr. Kay - Oh god - Mr. Kay..." I was shocked at the intensity of my response, but it was so true.

Mr. Kay put his mouth tight in between my legs. I watched as he wrapped his lips over my vagina.

I whispered, "This feel SO amazing."

He took his mouth away long enough to say, "Nina, please, I want you to - I need you to climax."

I began to breathe faster as he slowly started to build in intensity, and what was, until this moment, just gentle kissing, now turned to licking and then sucking. 

He seemed to be re-living a haunted memory with his wife. He was simply abandoning himself. 

He started to suck my small clitoris, and right then I knew it was going to happen.

Oh my god, he was licking me with such passion. Suddenly, his tongue moved down a little - I could feel his tongue INSIDE me - and I was even closer to exploding. 

I got up on my elbows to watch, and I stammered, "Mr. Kay - don't stop - Oh god - oh god..."

With that he sucked and licked my clitoris even harder. His hands moved under my bottom, and he started squeezing both cheeks, they were wet and slippery. Until his hands slipped under my bottom, I didn't realize how wet I was getting. 

This was exactly what he explained to me, what he did with Kelly, to make her climax, to get her as wet, so it would feel good for her. I realized he was trying to get me as wet could.

Mr. Kay was focused entirely on my building sensations - on MY need to climax, and I could tell - I just knew - that he was thrilled to the point of being transported to some higher realm - and I watched his - his beautiful face was sopping and glistening. From me - from my wetness.

I concentrated on the sensations of his slippery fingers squeezing my bottom. 

I was breathing harder and he was making loud sloppy sucking noises. My pelvis started slowly pumping up against his mouth - and down into his soaking fingers.




Helping Ms. Miller



The hard wrap on my door surprised me. I had been sitting in the living room of the large house I lived in by myself working on a paper when I heard the sound from the front door. To understand my situation, you have to know the circumstances. I was in my third year of college, studying economics. My family had come to own a 3 bedroom home on the outskirts of the town that I went to school in, and I was the sole occupant.

Through a series of events too lengthy to explain here, suffice it to say that my parents and I knew several of the other homeowners on the street that ran down the side of our home. There was the Cravens, an elderly couple that had spent made their money in the insurance business and lived next door. Then there were the Johnsons who lived across the street.

But the face that I found on the opposite side of the oak door, after crossing the foyer, was Ms. Miller. Beth Miller had moved into the neighborhood about the same time I had. A widower in her late 40's, my father and I had assisted her in carrying heavy furniture into her spacious home.

Over the course of the first 6 months, we had extended dinner invitations to each other on a regular basis. I never missed a chance to see Beth, as I found her middle age body to be captivating. She stood 5'11, had brown hair that fell past her shoulders and deep blue eyes, and bronze skin that stayed dark through regular trips to the tanning bed. A flat stomach from daily workouts at the gym, she had perfect curves that developed into a well-rounded ass. And to top it all off, a large pair of breasts that were surprisingly firm for her age.

She was standing on the stoop in a pair of sweatpants and baggy t-shirt that, to my dismay, hid her amazing body.

" Ms Miller. This is a surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I was just wondering if you could help me. I've got some furniture to move around, and I was hoping that you could do some of the heavy lifting."

"I'd be glad too. I have some work to finish, but I could drop by later on this evening."

"You're doing schoolwork on a Friday evening? I would have thought that a young man like you would be off to rendezvous with a lucky young lady."

I laughed, as she knew full well that I was currently out of a relationship. "Consider it a testament to my pitiful life. Would 9 be ok?"

"That would be perfect. I'll see you this evening."

Normally I would have held the door open a bit longer, hoping to catch a glimpse of her sumptuous ass swaying as she walked across the street. Knowing that I would be hard pressed to get such a view with what she was wearing, I closed and locked the door.

After I had hastily eaten some leftover chicken salad and chased it with a pint of lager poured from a bottle, I pulled an old gray t-shirt over my jeans and headed down the street. Walking under the streetlight, I headed up the walk and reached for the familiar doorknocker. I swung it against the wood door several times, then turned and looked down the street while I waited.

I heard the door open behind me after several moments, and spoke as I turned.

"Sorry I'm a little late, I..."

I stopped as I turned, and swallowed hard. The woman I had imagined naked so many times was standing before me, wearing nothing but a men's dress shirt. I immediately recognized the shirt as my own. My washing machine had been broken several weeks before, and I had used her machine to do some laundry. My shirt must have been left behind...unless she had hidden it from me.

"I, uh...got caught up in my paper. Is this a bad time?"

"No, you didn't interrupt anything. Why don't you come inside?"

I followed her inside, and shut the door behind me. The only light in the house was coming from what I knew to be the living room. As I stepped over the threshold, I saw her pouring a glass of wine at a roll top desk that served as a bar.

"Would you like a drink? If our little dinner parties have committed themselves correctly to my memory, you prefer Jim Beam on the rocks."

She poured my drink without waiting for a response, and walked barefoot across the room to push it into my hand.

"What uh...what did you need me to move? Is it in the bedroom?"

"You could say that. Why don't you sit down, and I'll explain."

I followed her to the couch, and we both sat down. She placed her hand on my knee, and took a sip of wine before beginning.

"As I've told you before, my husband died 8 years ago. It was a hard time for me. I didn't really have anyone to fall back on. Neither of us had any family left, and he had gone before we had any children. I finally made peace with my situation, and as you know eventually moved here. Since Richard has been gone, I've become fairly good at providing for myself. He left me a rather nice bank account, so I've never had to work. But I've adapted to single life, though there's just one thing that I can't seem to be able to do for myself."

I took a large sip of the bourbon in my glass, and swallowed the burning liquid as she continued.

"I've thought a lot about this, and as we've gotten to know each other so well I thought you would be able to help me. I need a man in my life to help me with those certain feelings that single women often get. Jake, what I'm trying to say is that I want you...no, I need you...to help me put passion back into my life."

I took another long swallow of bourbon, still trying to comprehend what I was hearing. This woman wanted me to fuck her. I had imagined this moment many times before, but the fact that it was actually happening had me tongue-tied.

"Will you please help me?"

I thought long and hard before finally answering her.

"Ok."

She smiled and drained her glass. I felt her hand moving from my knee, sliding up the rough fabric of my jeans to my thigh. As she set the glass down on the table, I drained the last of the smooth concoction in my glass and placed it gently on the glass tabletop. Her hand reached up to my forehead, pulling a renegade strand of hair back.

"You seem nervous. Nothing's wrong, is it?"

"No, it's just that I'm a little surprised. I never really thought this would happen."

"Well it is happening. Just relax."

She leaned over towards me, and turned my head to face her. She softly planted her lips to mine, and before I knew what was happening our tongues were probing together. Her hand continued roaming, and began rubbing my crotch through my jeans. I wrapped my hands around her, and they settled together in her lower back. I detected the scent of her shampoo on her hair, some sort of citrus aroma.

We continued kissing, and she softly squeezed me through my pants. Finally, she broke our kiss and licked her lips.

"Why don't we move to the bedroom? I think we'll be more comfortable in there."

Standing up, she strode through the room and stopped at the doorway to her chambers, turning to smile at me before disappearing inside. As I entered the dimly lit room, she had her back to me. I noticed that her hands were in front of her. I watched as the edges of the shirt fell free, and the only covering she had on dropped to the floor. She turned to look at me, and I had to catch my breath. I could finally see her large, firm breasts and the thin strip of brown hair that ended in her pussy.

"Well don't just stand there. Why don't you join me over here?"

I walked across to meet her, and as our bodies neared together her hands reached down and lifted the hem of my shirt. I helped her remove it, lifting the fabric over my head and dropping it to the floor. She ran her hands down my chest, lightly grazing my nipples with her fingers. Hooking her hands in my belt, she pulled me back to the foot of the bed. She sat down, and began unbuckling my belt. My jeans fell free, and I stepped out of them.

"Let's see what we have here."

She pulled down my boxers, and my swollen erection sprung free. As it hung in the air, she lightly wrapper her hand around it.

"I think this is just what I need."

She squeezed me softly before releasing her grip and using her elbows to crawl back onto the bed. I kneeled down on the edge, and fell down beside her. We continued kissing, and feeling each other's naked flesh. My hands found her large tits, and I palmed them. I had always been a fan of large breasts. I loved to massage them, pinch the nipples between my fingers, and run my tongue across them.

Breaking our kiss, I lowered my head and pulled one of her dark nipples into my mouth. I ran my tongue over the hard nub, flicking it over the protrusion before tracing circles around it. She sighed under my touch, and I felt her hand running through my brown hair. Urging me to continue, I slowly tortured her nerves by massaging her tits with my hand and tongue. Her breathing quickened, causing her orbs to rise and fall under my hands.

Finally, she pulled away from me and sat up. Kneeling next to me she gently stroked my hard shaft, a sticky drop of precum leaking out onto her hand.

"Mmmm. Just thinking about your young, thick cock makes me all wet. I want to feel you in my mouth."

I rolled onto my back as she moved down the bed, kneeling between my outstretched legs. Pushing the hair out of her face, she lowered herself down and inhaled the head of my cock. I sighed as I felt her warm mouth enveloping me, her tongue flicking the tip and moving around the spongy knob. She began to take more and more of me, her throat relaxing until all 8 inches of my shaft was buried between her plump lips.

As I pressed my head into the pillow and groaned, a million thoughts were filling my mind. Was this wrong? No, it couldn't be. Something that felt this good couldn't be wrong. 

I pulled her into my arms, our legs intertwining and her breasts pushing into my chest. I was in pure heaven. Both of us needed the other to satisfy hormonal urges: mine being those that typically accompanied young men, hers being that of a beautiful woman that needed to feel as sexy as she was.

We lay like this for what seemed like hours, though in reality it was only ten minutes or so. At some point, her hand had eased between my legs and was cupping my flaccid cock and balls. I began to swell in her hand until her fingers were wrapped around my entire hard length. Without thinking, I tried to lift my hips and fuck her hand. She quickly released me, and pushed me on the chest.

"Not so fast, stud. I've got something better than a hand for you to push that thing into."

I sat up, and she rolled onto her back. Even though I had fucked my share of girls my own age in the past, none of them had looked as good before me. Her tan skin was smooth and full, her flat stomach leading down to her dark pussy and wet lips.

"I want to watch you fuck me", she whispered softly.

I leaned forward, and kissed her softly on the throat. Continuing down as I shifted to kneel over her, I trailed kisses between her luscious tits and down her stomach. Lying down on top of her and supporting myself with one hand, I stroked my hard cock with the other. Leaning forward, I slowly parted her lips with the head and rubbed it up and down. She begged me to continue, her head sinking into a pillow.

"Please, please baby. I need to feel you inside of me so bad."

She hissed as I pushed my entire length into her, stretching her neglected walls with my hard rod. Moaning, she wrapped her arms around my neck and dug her heels into my ass. As I balanced on my elbows, our eyes locked on each other's, I began slowly dragging my cock out of her before pushing it back in. With each thrust, she pulled me into her with her feet.

"Mmm. That feels so good. Shove that young, hard cock into my tight pussy."

The king sized bed began to rock as I fucked her, occasionally bumping into the wall behind the headboard. My shaft drug against her walls as I plunged into her, driving my cock into her cunt as fast as I was able to. Under normal circumstances I would have taken things much slower, and softly teased her senses as I methodically made love to her.

But these were not normal circumstances. Both of us were desperately in need of each other, and any thoughts of slow lovemaking would have to wait. She simply needed me to fuck her like an animal. So I did just that, with her pulling me deep into her folds as I thrust. As my balls slapped against her skin, I willed every drop of spare blood into my swollen cock.

She began moaning and gasping with each deep plunge. In between these, she managed to piece together a few words.

"Uhh. Oh, Jake, I love the way you fuck me. Please, please make me cum. I'm almost there."

Suddenly, her bottled up emotions were let free. She screamed, her eyes leaving mine for the first time. Her hands fell down to pull the sheets into tight fists as she came, orgasm after orgasm rushing through her body as I continued to fuck her. Finally, her tight walls clenching around my shaft pushed me over the edge. I began grunting, and finally buried myself in her one last time.

My cock exploded, and waves of my hot cum coated her walls. Pushing myself up with my feet, I shoved my cock as far into her as I could as I continued to cum inside of her waiting pussy. When I knew that I couldn't cum anymore, I slid my cock out of her and fell down onto the bed. Our bodies glistened with sweat as we shook off our respective orgasms, and I didn't even have the energy to look over at her.

Finally, when I regained my composure, I realized that neither of us had said anything. I realized that she was probably deep in thought. Swinging my legs out of the bed, I walked into the living room and retrieved our glasses from the table. I refilled them, hers with red wine and mine with a double of Jim Beam. Making my way back into the bedroom, I crawled back next to her and pressed the glass into her waiting hand. We sat with our backs against the headboard, her head on my shoulder. Finally, she broke the silence.

"I don't know how to thank you. Tonight was amazing."

I stared ahead and sipped my drink, gently rubbing her shoulder with my free hand. I knew that she would want me to stay with her through the night, but I had neglected to properly lock my house and still had a few things to attend to. She must have sensed that I was wrestling with the question of whether to stay or to go.

"Can you stay?"

I sighed. "I'd like to, but I need to get back."

"I understand. I hope that this won't just be a one-night thing."

I had wondered whether or not we would spend another night like this one, wrestling under the sheets as our bodies fused together in heated passion.

"I should probably get going."

I climbed out of the bed, and began putting my clothes back on. When I was wearing everything that I had worn in, I made my way to the edge of the bed. Taking her head between my hands, I guided her mouth to mine and slid my tongue between her lips. Without saying another word, I headed out the door and down the street to my house.

To be continued...



Helping My Aunt and Uncle



Please remember that this is a work of fiction and that there are no real people in my stories. The stories are for your enjoyment and if incest offends you in anyway please stop reading now. On the other hand if you like the idea of the darker side of what sex can bring read on. Thank you.

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I had just turned eighteen and school had just let out. I was free at last, ready to run around with all my friends and forget about everything. That's how I had planed to spend my summer but my mom and dad had other plans for me.

"That's right son." my dad started.

"Your aunt and uncle need help this summer with stuff around their house and I told them you would be glad to help them out." He finished and I was shocked.

I tried to talk my parents out of it but there was no way, my mom and dad had made up their minds. My mother had my bags packed already. It was like they wanted to get rid of me or something. I guess they needed some time to themselves. I could see that there was no getting out of it, so I agreed. Mom and dad told me that they would pay me for my work just like it was a real summer job, so that made it a little better.

I arrived on a rainy day and my aunt greeted me at the door. 

"It is Nice to see you again Don." She said as she messed up my hair and gave me a hug.

"Your all wet you'll caught your death is you don't get out of those things." 

I nodded and rushed inside my uncle bob was inside, he gave me a large smile. I asked where I was to unpack and my aunt Cathleen told me that I was going to have to sleep on the futon in the living room. It wasn't too bad and it was big enough for me. I dropped my bags next to the futon and got some dry things.

"You'll have to change in the bathroom Don just down the hall." My uncle informed me.

When I came out my aunt and uncle were deep in conversation and talking half under their breaths. They stopped when I entered and they began asking me all kinds of questions. We talked about everything, they asked about mom and dad and how my last year of high school had been. I answered all of their questions; they even asked if I had a girlfriend. I told them that I was to busy studying and getting good grades for girls. 

We talked for an hours and they told me that they were going to bed. My aunt and uncle's house was really small compared to ours. They had a kitchen which was at the end of the living room, a single bathroom and their bedroom. 

They went into the bedroom and after about ten minutes my aunt brought me out some blankets and pillows. She was wearing a short pink silk night shirt. She helped me put down the futon bed and as she was making it up, I couldn't help but notice how good looking she was. My uncle Bob and Aunt Cathleen were bikers and my aunt Cathleen looked the part. She had dirty blond hair, blue eyes and was very well built. She had nice round tits and in her silk top both of her nipples stuck out and you couldn't' help but look at them. She had small tattoos on her arm and lower left leg. My uncle Bob was a good looking guy and they made a handsome couple. I found myself looking down her top wishing I could see more as I helped her finish making up the bed. She had nice tanned legs and a small flower tattoo on her right foot. She finished and stood with a smile.

"There you go." She gave me a hug and disappeared back into her bedroom. I couldn't help but notice how her hips swung as she walked away. What a women I was thinking as I slipped out of my pants and got into bed. I was just about to go to sleep when their door opened again and my uncle Bob came out. 

"Don, can we talk?" He asked as he sat on the end of the bed.

"Sure." I answered as I sat up.

"I and your aunt Cathleen Can't tell you how happy we are that you came down here to help us out with our problem." 

I looked at him. What problem was he talking about? Mom and Dad hadn't told me anything about a problem they just told me that they needed help. I had guessed that meant in the yard or cleaning up or something. They even said that they would pay me for helping out. They never told me about a problem.

"What did your parents tell you before you came down here Don?" He asked.

"Well, they said you and Aunt Cathleen needed some help for the summer." I answered.

"We do need your help Don and I talked to your dad and asked him to send you down here after he left a few weeks ago. You see Don." He began.

"About a year or so ago I stopped being able to function sexually. You know, I have been to all kinds of doctors and no one can help. I can't get an erection any more. Now your aunt and me have always wanted a child and now it looks like that will never happen." When he finished I was even more confused. 

"Your dad and I talked a lot about this and we felt that you could help us out." He handed me his cell phone.

"Hello?" 

"Don, how was your trip?" It was my dad.

"Good, it was a long trip but dad what's up?" Uncle Bob was just telling me." He cut me off

"Listen Don, your uncle and aunt need your help. Let me start at the beginning." He paused and I looked over at uncle Bob.

"When I was at your uncle Bob and Aunt Cathleen's a few weeks ago, we all talked a lot about the fact that they want a kid. I told them that they could get it done artificial but Don that costs a lot of money, so it's out of the question. What they need is for you to do what they ask and get your aunt and uncle that child."

"Dad, what are you saying?" I questioned.

"Don't act so surprised Don you're an adult now. Look, when your uncle Bob and I were kids we used to take turns banging girls that lived around us. We were about your age when this happened, in fact, that's kind of what brought this up. Look son, when I was there I was helping them out but I was only there for a few days so bob asked for more help and you came to my mind. It's ok with me that you help out your uncle and aunt. Now don't tell your mother about any of this because she would never understand. Just tell her that you did what ever they needed doing. That's not a lie, not really." My father was quite for a second and then asked to talk to my uncle Bob again. 

"What do you think Don. Think you can help your aunt and me out." Uncle Bob asked me with a very serious look. 

"I don't know what I can do to help." I stammered.

"We need your help with Sperm Donations. I know someone of your age jacks off a lot and we just want that sperm Don." He said with a grin.

"It just doesn't seem right somehow. I mean she is my aunt and you're my uncle. What does Aunt Cathleen think of all of this?" 

"She's fine with it boy." He slapped my leg with a grin.

"Look, why don't you just forget about sleeping on this silly futon bed and come with me." He walked into his bedroom. I gulped as I looked at the light coming from their bedroom. I got up and followed him.

My father wanted me to help them so I guess it would be alright. I walked into the room my aunt Cathleen was already laying on the bed. I noticed that all the windows had been covered with heavy blankets and it looked kind of strange. 

"Come sit next to me Don." my aunt patted the bed next to her. 

I slowly walked over to that side of the bed and sat down next to her. She lifted up on one elbow and smiled at me. 

"I knew you would help us out and believe me I thought about this long and hard before I let Bob and your dad talk me into this." She shifted on the bed.

"I want to set some rules before we start any of this."

"Honey, please!" Uncle Bob protested.

"No Bob, I set the rules for this or we are not going to go any farther." My uncle Bob went quite.

"Ok, Don I know you're eighteen and just becoming a man but I don't want you to think that we can just have sex, OK!" She said.

"I guess." I started to answer but she cut me off.

"And no nasty talking when we are doing this its only to make a baby after all and I told Bob earlier that you don't have to penetrate me to do this. We will do it just like when your dad was here a few weeks back understand. We just need your sperm." 

My uncle started to say something but she cut him off. 

"So you can touch my body a little just to get you aroused and." 

"You had sex with my dad." I interrupted her.

"No, we never had sex. Just listen to me Don." She said sounding kind of testy.

"You can touch me but no kissing understood. When your ready you can put you're sperm in my hand and I will use my fingers to work it into my virgin." She pointed at me.

"Do you understand? This is not going to turn into some kind of dirty peep show for Bob or you. Do you understand?" Sternly she added.

"And no one else is ever going to know about this, not ever. Not you're friends, or your mother or anybody. If I hear as much as a word about what we are going to be doing here, if I get even a hint that someone knows I'll beat you within an inch of your life." She shook her fist at me and she looked like she meant it.

"I understand." I said quietly

Aunt Cathleen pulled up her nightshirt off in one motion, she sat there her round tits and pussy in full view. Her tits were huge and she had tiny red nipples that stuck out at least an inch. Her pussy hairs were blond and well trimmed in a small square. I stood there with my mouth hanging open as I took in all of her body. I looked over at uncle Bob and he just pointed towards my aunt Cathleen.

I had made out with girls before and had done some heavy petting, but I had never seen a naked girl before and my aunt was right next to me. This arrangement was not sounding so bad to me after all. Back home I would jack off three or four times a day and this was going to be easy if I could look at my aunt's naked body doing it. 

"Don you might as well get out of your shorts." Aunt Cathleen told me. 

I pulled down my shorts and found I was already almost hard. It was strange standing there in front of my aunt and uncle with a huge hard on. I knew it was wrong but my aunt had already told me that we were not really going to do anything. I was just going to jack off with them here, that was not that bad? 

"Turn off the lights now Bob." aunt Cathleen ordered him. 

"I almost can't see anything if we turn the lights out Cathleen. " He huffed out a protest.

She flared up and pointed at him, her large tits swinging with her fast movements. He face darkened and I had the feeling that this was never going to happen. She had meant everything she said and I didn't want her to be mad at me, not after seeing the anger on her face.

"Bob, I'm only doing this so that we can have a baby. I mean, we want a child and this is the only way we can do it. It's not for pleasure and I don't want you seeing what we do. If you keep this up you will have to leave the room while I capture his sperm. Is that what you want? I am sure it's not, now stop acting like a jerk and turn off the lights." 

Uncle Bob turned off the lights and I was surprised at just how dark my aunt was able to make their room. I could just make out their forms in the dark. I could see no detail at all and my aunts beautiful body was totally hidden by the darkness. 

"Let's get onto the bed where we can get more comfortable." She said.

I could see her form moving onto the darkness of the bed. I rolled on to the other side of the bed and I was half afraid to move. My pecker had gone from almost completely hard to half soft. In the darkness all I could see was Aunt Cathleen's form on the bed next to me. I felt movement on the bed as Uncle Bob climbed onto the other side.

"Well Don." She asked me with impatience in her voice. "Are you ready yet?"

I felt a knot form in my throat that would not go away. I was scared to death and my pecker was now completely soft.

"Cathleen." I heard my uncle saying softly from the other side of the bed.

"I think Dons scared and most probably a virgin." 

Aunt Cathleen giggles as he finished.

"Don are you a virgin?" She asked.

"No!" I replied.

"You never have had sex before, have you?" She asked.

"No never." I answered quietly.

"OK, tell me what you know about sex then." She asked as she moved closer to me.

"Well, you know the guy puts his err penis into the girls err private parts and they kind of move around a bit and he leaves his seed in her." I answered.

"That's it, now what about before that, before the sex." She asked.

"What happens before that? Oh, yes that's called foreplay, that gets both the guy and the girl ready for sex." I replied.

"Right that part, that's what we are going to do. Some foreplay, but we will stop before the sex part. Understand?" My aunts' tone had softened and I could feel her hand playing on my chest as she talked.

I felt uncle Bob moving around on the other side of the bed as Aunt Cathleen's fingers moved down my body towards my pecker.

"The girl can rub your penis with her hand and get you ready for intercourse." She added lifting her head up a bit. 

I could feel her breath on my neck as she talked; this ran chills up and down my spine. I looked over but the darkness of the room made it impossible to see her at all. I really wished she had let uncle Bob leave the lights on so that I could see her large tits and flat belly. She was so close to me that I could smell her perfume.

"My you're a big boy Don, much bigger than your uncle." She whispered. 

Her small hand finally rapped around my growing pecker. She grabbed my dick and I felt the bed start to move as she started working her hand up and down on my pecker. My penis started to get hard again as I felt her small hand pumping up and down over my shaft. This was much better than jerking off by myself. She moved closer to me and she rested her large tits on my arm, pushing them hard up against me. Her breath was soft on my neck as she worked my dick up and down in her hand. The end of my pecker started to get wet with pre-cum and her jacking was getting more sloppier sounding, as my pre cum continued to leak out. 

"It feels good don't it boy." I heard uncle Bob ask. 

I had forgotten that he was in the room. It had been so dark and quite that I only had been thinking about how good it felt to have my Aunt Cathleen's hand jacking me off. I had forgotten that Uncle Bob, her husband was just on the other side of her body and was listening to everything that she said to me. 

"Bob, don't upset him. I'm trying to get him aroused here and we don't need you to scare him again." She snapped.

"Why don't you let me turn the lights back on and let the boy have a good look at how fucking hot your body is. That will get him off." He told her.

"I told you Bob. No naughty talking, you don't need to talk like that around Don." She said pulling harder on my dick with each word.

In the darkness I couldn't see her nude body next to mine so I had just quit trying. All I was able to really make out was the movement of her arm as she worked on my pecker. So I just laid back and felt my aunt's breath on my neck and her tits pushing against my arm. I wished I could see her tits again for just a few seconds that would get me off for sure.

"Cathleen, you said his cock was huge. The least you can do Cathleen is tell me just how big the boys cock is." Uncle Bob asked.

Aunt Cathleen squeezed my cock head hard when he asked her that. Her hand stopped moving and she tightened her grip on the swollen head of my cock making it pump out more pre cum, she rubbed it around with her thumb. 

"Bob, it's a penis not a cock. Now stop talking like that or I'll quit." She told him.

I just laid there, my aunt started working on my now almost fully erect cock. Not knowing what to say I just kept quite. My aunt had now lowered her chin onto my shoulder and her hair draped over my face. It was soft and sweet smelling, it was so nice I couldn't help but move my free hand up to her head and run my fingers thought it. I started slowly just touching the tips of it where it lay on my chest. My aunt didn't complain and my uncle couldn't' see what was happing, so I became more bold and ran my fingers down her hair from the top of her head to the bottom where it rested on my chest. I felt her breathing quicken as I stroked her hair.

"How big is his penis then?" My uncle Bob asked with a huff. 

"It's about nine inches long Bob now stop asking questions and just let me finish this." She said.

Each time my uncle Bob talked my aunt would squeeze the head of my cock hard. She would stop rubbing my pecker as he talked right at the top of the tip. She would squeeze it and then use her thumb to rub the pre-cum around making it all wet and hot. 

"Open you legs Cathleen." I heard my uncle ask.

I felt my aunt shift her weight as she did as he asked. I felt the bed start to move and I knew that my uncle was working his fingers into my aunt's cunt in the darkness but I couldn't really see it. Even after all this time my eyes still could only pick up my aunts dark form and I could just make out her legs parted where I knew her pussy would be.

"I think the boy's dick got to be nine inches and fat at the base. Bob it's much larger than yours." I could hear my Aunt Cathleen whisper to my uncle.

Aunt Cathleen quickened her pace as she jacked off my swollen cock. Uncle Bob was still working his fingers into her cunt. It was madding and I was getting harder and harder as she work my cock over with her hand.

"Bob, I don't think you should keep putting your fingers in my cunt err vagina when I'm working on our nephews cock err penis. It's just kind of lewd." She said in a deep voice.

I felt the motion on the bed speed up and my uncle Bob attacked her pussy.

"Feels good, right?" He asked her.

"Yes, but I don't think Don should be exposed to such things. I don't want him to remember this lovely thing as wrong or lewd. He has not been with a girl yet and I'm not sure he should hear this uncle fingering his aunt."

For the first time I spoke up. It was harder than I thought it would be to talk as my aunts hand was jacking off my pecker.

"I don't see anything wrong with it Aunt Cathleen."

She reached over with her other hand and cupped my balls as I said that. She gently rubbed both of my balls then tickled under my nut sack. I felt like I was going to cum anytime now with both her hands working over my dick like that.

"Well then, I guess its ok Bob." She whispered in the deeper voice she had used before.

She opened her legs wider as she said that and I knew the uncle Bob now had a better shot at rubbing and fingering my aunts cunt. Aunt Cathleen started moving her tits up and down against my arm. She moved her head from my shoulder and I felt her start to kiss my neck and nibble on my ear. This really set me off, my cock was going to pop very soon if she kept kissing me. 

"Think you could get off faster if your aunt let you rub her tit's a little Don?" Uncle Bob said.

I gulped and without a word Aunt Cathleen sit up. She moved over a bit and I knew that her large soft tits were hanging over my face. She switched hands and started working on my cock again and from this new angle I could reach up with my fingers and touch her soft nipples. I heard aunt Cathleen let out a soft gasp as I played with her hard nipples with both hands. I found that if I let one of her tits alone she would lower it to where it was touching my face as it swayed back and forth in the darkness. 

"My arm is getting tired Bob." My aunt complained.

She let go of my cock and let is slap down against my belly without much fanfare. 

"Then don't use your hand Cathleen." My uncle told her.

"I told you Bob, I will not go farther than this." My aunt told him.

"Well what do you expect Cathleen you scared the hell out of the boy then want him to perform for you?" 

She moved on the bed a bit and I felt her hand pick up my cock again. She started to jack it again and that's when I felt it. It was soft and warm and it moved all over the tip of my cock. I felt it snake into the piss hole and move around the swollen head of my dick. My aunt was softly licking the head of my cock, her hand kept jacking off my cock while the other was cupping my balls. 




Helping My Aunt and Uncle Ch. 02



Edited by BobaFetish

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I awoke at about five in the morning. At home I always slept till my mom would come and wake me. I looked over at my aunt and uncle's sleeping forms. I had never had sex before, and even though my aunt told me what we had done last night was not sex, it felt like it to me. I remembered last night, my aunt had jacked me off in the darkness to get my sperm for the baby that her and my uncle wanted. She had not just jacked me off like she told me. In the darkness of their room, she had licked the head of my cock and let me suck on her boobs. 

I looked up at the ceiling, I'd seen a few girls' boobs that I had dated. But I had never seen a girl totally naked in real life until last night. My aunt body was so hot, I had only seen her for a few minutes but that was long enough. I lay there still remembering how beautiful she was. How her pussy hair had been trimmed and was just as blond as the hair on her head. The images in my mind instantly made my dick hard again.

I looked back to my aunt's body lying next to me, she was lying on her side between my Uncle Bob and I. She was under a light cover and her nice round butt was pointing towards me. I quickly became excited again, I wanted to see more of her. After all, last nights session had all been in the dark. I never really got to see anything that was going on. She was only naked for me to see for such a short time.

The first thing I had to do was grab my throbbing cock to relieve the pressure. I reached over and lifted the covers just a bit. My Aunt Cathleen never moved, I could see the fine lines of muscles in her back down to the hips. Just the sight of her naked back made my dick jump. I lifted the blanket higher to reveal my Aunt Cathleen's small tight ass. The first thing I noticed was that she had a tattoo on her back, small vines swirled in and out of each other with small colorful flowers here and there. I had seen tattoos like this before on other girls but never this close up, and never with the girl's ass in view. It was very exhilarating to see them both at once, I imagined what it must be like to be looking down on my aunt's back as you were inside of her.

I looked at Cathleen's ass just within my reach, but I knew from what she had said last night that I better not touch her. I was still looking at her back when she started to move. I quickly dropped the covers and pretended to be asleep. I closed my eyes just enough that I could just barely see, she rolled over and looked at me. I tried to breath slow and steady, and didn't move. My Aunt Cathleen to my surprise lifted up the blanket and I knew she was looking at my hard cock. I fought off the reflex to swallow as she looked at me.

I couldn't take it anymore so I pretended to yawn and slowly open my eyes. My aunt quickly dropped the covers and smiled down at me.

"You're like every other young man your age, always waking up with an erection." 

I looked over at her.

"It's just it has a mind of its own aunt Cathleen." I said softly.

She smiled at me and I noticed that she still took great care to keep her boobs covered so that I could not see them. What was killing me was the fact that I knew her pussy was only inches from me and that idea made my cock all the harder. 

"Well, last night I asked you how often you could cum- err, have an orgasm in a day. Let's find out shall we?" She reached under the covers.

My aunt pushed my hand away from my cock as she took a hold of it under the cover. She slowly started pulling on it again, and boy did it feel good. It was morning now and the room was dark but I could clearly see. I looked down as the covers moved up and down as she worked on my cock.

All this movement woke up my Uncle Bob, and he quickly looked over at the two of us. As soon as he started moving, I notice my aunt started to act differently. Her smile kind of faded and she pulled the blanket up higher with her other hand.

"You two are getting started early I see." Uncle Bob said as he sat up watching what my aunt was doing.

"We want to take advantage of every opportunity, don't we Bob?" Aunt Cathleen said.

My uncle Bob reached over to pull the covers off, but my Aunt stopped him and she instantly dropped my cock. She lay back on the bed with a huff.

"Bob, I told you that I'm not going to..." She started and he cut her off.

"I know your not doing this for me. Ok, I got that part, but how are you going to do this without me or the boy seeing you Cathleen. I mean, make sense Cathleen. Its daylight and I know that the boy wants to see you! I know I want to see you doing it as well. How are you going to jack off the boy without him seeing it? Uncle Bob asked.

She grinned and climbed over him and out of the bed, again for just a second I could see her nude back as she slipped into her pink silk robe. She turned and smiled at him in a mocking way. She walked to her dresser and pulled out one of those sleeping masks that people use to sleep during the daytime. She shook it in his direction.

"I have thought of that too, Bob." She said flatly "He can wear this and I can take him into the bathroom, you will not be able to see and neither will he." 

Aunt Cathleen put her hands on her hips, and for some reason I found that when she was upset it turned me on. She looked so appealing when she was angry with my Uncle. I felt my cock start to pulse as I looked at her standing there in her short silk robe. 

"Cathleen, that's nuts, the boy will never go for that. I know I would tell you no if you asked me to do that." My uncle told her.

She looked at him and I could tell she was about to explode and yell at him, but she slowed and I could tell that she was picking her words carefully. She stood up and ran her fingers through her hair, and then she smiled.

"Let's just asked him what he wants to do." She said. "Don, you know how I feel. I don't really want this to turn into some kind of dirty peep show for your uncle. I know that this is strange and it's hard to even explain how I feel. Would you still want to participate and help me and your uncle if you have to wear this mask and let me collect your sperm in the bathroom?"

I looked at her, she was still holding the mask at her side and it didn't look very appealing to me. I had never really seen one before, but I had seen them on television. This one was just black, one side was flat and the other side looked like silk. I knew that I didn't really want to wear that mask, but I did know that I wanted to let my Aunt Cathleen jack me off. 

"That would be ok with me." I answered slowly.

"See." She said to Bob pointing a finger at him. "He understands." She stated.

She held out her hand for me and I got out of bed and took it. She led me to the bathroom with my hard on bobbing up and down with each step. My Uncle Bob just huffed in bed as she closed the bathroom door. I didn't really understand my aunt, not really, I just knew that I had a chance to let her jack me off again and I was going to take it. It felt really great just to have her touch my cock. If I had to wear a mask to do that I was willing.

I stood there against the wall, my Aunt Cathleen handed me the sleeping mask. I took it from her and watched her move around me in the small bathroom. She looked at me for just a second, her eyes traveled down my body to my erect cock. Her eye stopped there then she spoke without ever looking up.

"Thank you again Don, I'm sure you will not mind keeping this as decent as possible. I would ask you not to talk a lot about this with your uncle. It's not that I want to keep anything from him, but I don't want to encourage him. You understand?" She asked looking at me once again.

"Yes, I understand." I said.

With that she opened her robe and took it off. My heart was pounding as I looked at her again. She grabbed my cock and held it.

"Don't forget the mask Don." She told me as she looked up at me.

I was still looking at the sight of her small hand on my dick.

"Oh, I forgot." I said as I put the mask on.

My Aunt Cathleen was right, this mask made it where I couldn't see anything. As soon as I had the mask in place I felt her pick up the pace on my dick. It felt really good and I leaned against the wall as my aunt worked on my dick. I had to admit that my uncle was wrong when he had said he wouldn't go through with this. I would do this anytime she wanted.

I could feel her hand working over my cock; I felt her using the other hand again to hold my balls. I was hard as a rock and so turned on that I knew she was going to get another handful of cum, and soon. 

"Move over here, Don." I heard her ask. 

I felt her move me around; I was at her mercy. I found I couldn't see anything, and just walking was a chore. I felt a pressure on my cock as she kind of pulled me around by it. I moved a few steps to the side of where I had been. I heard her moving around and then she grabbed my dick again. This time she really started jacking it fast. She was pulling quickly now and I think she was sitting in front of me on the toilet. That's when I heard the door open. I heard my Uncle Bob's voice coming from my left. My aunt kept jerking me off, but she did slow down a bit. 

"How's it going in here? I got to get ready for work." 

My Aunt Cathleen never stopped working on my cock. Her hand picked back up the pace to what it had before, and her other hand that was pulling on my nut sac was driving me crazy. After just a few fast strokes I felt her point my cock in his direction. I found myself wishing I could see.

"Bob stop, I told you to wait outside. You can not watch this, I will stop if you keep this up." 

I heard the door close and just after that I felt that same warm feeling that I had felt the other night. I was sure it was Aunt Cathleen's tongue. It flicked at the tip of my cock and I felt just the end of my cock wrapped in wet warmth.

"We have to hurry Don. Bob's got to get ready for work." I heard her say.

I felt more warmth and I was sure that I felt teeth on the end of my dick. I knew that she once again was not just jacking my dick; she was sucking on it. That very fact made me start to hump forward again. I wanted to feel more of that warmth and I was rewarded with the first sucking sound. It was a wet slurp, followed by a kind of licking sound. I reached out with my hands and found that I was holding onto my aunt's hair. I kept pushing forward, driving my swollen dick toward the warm spot that felt so good.

I knew that I wouldn't last too long, I felt my cock start to jerk and I kept waiting for my Aunt Cathleen to pull away from my hand. She never did and I felt her working eagerly on my cock. Her hand must have been a blur as fast as she was jacking me off, and all the wet sounds that were now coming up to my ears made me start to cum. I felt myself stiffen as I pumped out at least five good shots towards my aunt. 

I felt her stop jacking and then I was alone again standing in the dark. I could feel my cock starting to grow soft again as I heard the door open.

"Bob, we are done, you can come in now." She said. "And Don, you can take that mask off." She added.

I reached up and pulled it down. She was standing in front of me closing her robe, she moved away from me and walked out into the bedroom. My Uncle Bob burst in and pushed me out. 

"I got to get ready for work kid, now you give Cathleen hell all day, you got that?" 

I walked into the room and found my shorts and pulled them on. I found Cathleen in the kitchen; she was busy already cooking breakfast for the two of us. I sit down and watch her move about. You would never know by the way she was acting that she had just pulled me off a few minutes ago. She sat a cup of coffee down in front of me.

My uncle Bob walked into the room and we both were rewarded with eggs and sausage. He gave her a big kiss and squeezed her as she sit down his plate. 

"Don, now when I'm gone you just keep up the good work." He told me.

"I will." I said in between bites.

After he finished eating he was quickly gone. Aunt Cathleen and I were left alone. She walked back over to the table and sat down next to me with a cup of coffee in her hand. I knew she was about to give me that speech again about how she didn't enjoy this and how she just wanted a child and that it really there was nothing dirty about anything we were doing here, but she didn't.

"So, just how many times do you think you can cum- err have an orgasm a day?" She asked as she looked down into her cup.

"Well at home sometimes, I jack off once in the morning and once at night." I said.

"That's all?" She said.

"Well, maybe more." I added.

I didn't to tell her that I jacked off every chance I got. I didn't want to scare her or anything, and I really didn't want to tell her that just sitting here looking at her half open robe that I was starting to get hard again. I figured there were some things that were just better left unsaid.

"Well, that Bob was right about one thing. Young boys your age really respond to seeing a woman naked. So I tell you what. You sit here and I will be right back." She said as she stood and walked into her bedroom.

I finished my breakfast. I could hear the shower running and I was thinking that I needed one too when she walked in. She was dressed in a white t-shirt with no bra; I could clearly see her nipples sticking out of the thin fabric. He skirt was so short that as she sat down I could clearly see her panties. She sat down with her legs opened very unladylike. She looked at me and I felt a blush run to my face.

"From now on I will try and were outfits that help a young man to get aroused. That way you will get an erection more easily." She grinned at me as she ran a finger over her breast. "What do you think about this one Don?" 

"I err like it Aunt Cathleen, it's very, it shows off your breasts very well." I stammered.

"Do you like my tits err breasts, Don?" She asked.

"Sure Aunt Cathleen." I answered

"I noticed that you look at them a lot." She said moving from side to side.

I found that my Aunt Cathleen really liked it when I told her just how hot she looked. She seemed to really like it when she noticed I was staring at her, so I didn't try and hide the fact that I was looking at her. I openly looked at the small patch of white panties I could see between her legs. I even lowered my head to table level to look in between her legs at her crotch.

"Aunt Cathleen, you told me to tell you when I was ready again, well..." I pointed down.

She giggled when she looked at my shorts and saw my dick was already looking like a tent pole under my shorts. She grabbed my hand and led me towards the bedroom. I was a little nervous, my Aunt Cathleen was acting very differently then she did when my uncle Bob was here. 

She sat down on the bed and then opened her legs. She pulled me towards her until I was standing in between her legs. I looked down at how hot she looked as she pulled my shorts down and my cock jumped right out at her face. She quickly grabbed it and started pulling on it. My hard dick was inches from her face and she was focused on my swollen dick. She pulled it and I saw a large drop of pre cum run off the tip. 

"Aren't you forgetting something?" She asked looking up at me with lust on her face. 

"Oh, I forgot." I said as she handed me the mask again. 

That day my Aunt Cathleen jacked me off at least four times. Each one was a delight and when she was not jerking me off she would walk around in front of me showing off her body. She would pose and bend over in front of me. She would ask me if I liked her legs and ass. I was a walking erection.

She jerked me off in the bathroom, then she yanked me off in the bedroom again, and then she pulled me off in the living room. When my uncle Bob walked in my aunt walked right over to him and gave him a big hug and kiss. She had changed from the short skirt to a pair of jeans and when my uncle Bob asked how it went she told him that she had been able to get me to do it one more time. I was starting to think that my Aunt Cathleen did not want my uncle Bob to know what we had been up to. 

I was sure he wouldn't be upset if she had told him what we had been doing when he was gone. I think he wanted to see her doing these things to me, but for some reason she didn't want him to know about it. I was sure she didn't want him to know that she was sucking my cock each time to help me cum. I didn't want to upset her, so I just kept quite about it. 

We went to bed that night after my aunt had given me a long hand job in the bathroom away from the eyes of my uncle.



Helping My Aunt and Uncle



"Turn on the lights Cathleen and he will cum faster." I could hear my uncle bob say.

My ears were ringing and I fought to keep from groaning as I felt her licking the head of my cock over and over again. She did it slowly and she made no noise at all as she licked the head of my dick. I looked down but couldn't see anything and I don't think my uncle Bob knew that she was doing it. 

"No Bob, now I told you this is not a peep show! I only want Don's sperm. I'm getting no pleasure from any of this at all." She said.

I knew that Aunt Cathleen was licking the head of my cock. She never stopped licking even when she answered him. I was so hot, I was getting my first blowjob and from my aunt no less, with her husband just a few feet away and he didn't know she was licking my cock. On the next upstroke of my aunt hand I pushed up with my hips just a little and found that she let the head of my dick go into her mouth. I was hooked. I became bolder and I pushed up harder and found that my aunt Cathleen would let my cock slide into the warmth of her mouth with each stroke. I was able to get the head and about two inches of my dick in her mouth without moving the bed to much. My nut sack started to tighten and my aunt just kept rubbing my balls.

Aunt Cathleen started letting her tit rest right on my face as I pushed my cock up over and over again into her mouth. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and I soon found out that my aunt Cathleen would start working first one tit then the other over my the wetness of my tongue. I opened my mouth and she put her beautiful nipple right into my mouth. I quickly started sucking on her long nipple. 

I was getting so hot; I was sticking my hard swollen dick into my aunt's mouth while her hand jacked me off and at the same time I was now getting to suck on one of her nipples. It was getting hard not to make any noise, but I didn't want my uncle Bob to know that my aunt Cathleen was sucking me off and that she was letting me suck her beautiful boobs right in the same bed with him. I couldn't even think anymore it felt so good, so I was surprised when I felt my aunt stop sucking my cock as she said.

"You can't have the light on Bob. How many more times do I have to tell you this? You can't watch me jacking him off err getting him ready to have an orgasm." 

Aunt Cathleen sounded pissed, I was starting to get close and she kept jacking me off as she scolded my uncle.

"You will not get any enjoyment from this Bob or so help me I'm going to stop." As she got madder at my uncle Bob she pulled on my cock harder and faster. I was so excited sucking on her tit in the darkness as she told him off that I was about to cum.

"Now stop it Bob so your nephew can concentrate on what his is doing." She snapped.

"Aunt Cathleen." I tried to interrupt her but she was on a roll.

"I will not encourage the lewd stuff you want Bob. I will not perform for you like some kind of cheap twisted porn movie." She said.

I grabbed her tit and stuck it in my mouth as I started to cum. My first spurt was shot right at where her mouth had been a few second before she started to talk to my uncle. I the darkness I could not see where it went but when I shot off my aunt stopped talking. I imagined my first shot of cum going right into her open mouth but in the darkness I couldn't see. 

"Oh my goodness Don why didn't you tell me you were ready." She said as I felt her point my cock down with one hand and aim it at the cup she must have made with the other.

I guessed she was catching it in her hand but it really didn't matter to me anymore as wave after wave of sticky hot cum erupted out of my jerking cock. 

"Don, you were supposed to tell me when you where going to cum." She purred.

I couldn't answer, I was still grunting out my last few spurts and sucking on her hanging tit. When I was done I relaxed. Aunt Cathleen jumped up off the bed and ran into the bathroom. When she turned on the light it made my eyes hurt. I looked in and could see her standing hunched over with her legs wide apart. Her hand was busy working her fingers into her cunt. She was worked my sperm into her open pussy as I watched . How I wished I could have just put cock up into her and pushed my sperm up in there myself. She worked her fingers in and out for a minuet or two and grunted softly as her fingers stopped moving. I was sure I had just seen her have an orgasm of her own. She pulled her fingers out of her cunt. 

"You should do that here in bed Cathleen, Laying on your back, you'll get more of it in you that way. Me and Don wouldn't mind, would we boy." He asked.

"No." Was all I was able to say.

"You did good boy. That's what we need, lots and lots of cum. 

Aunt Cathleen turned off the light in the bathroom and returned to the darkened room. She got into bed climbing over me as she did it. I couldn't help but feel her light body rubbing over mine. 

"I'll try that next time, if it's ok with Don." She said softly.

As she lay down I realized that she had a cunt full of my potent seed working its way into her womb. It was a really strange feeling but it made my dick jump as I thought about it. 

"I want you to both to understand that this is not for your pleaser. It's for a child and nothing more. Don, I want to thank you for your help. How many times do you think we can do this a day?"

She wanted to know how many times I could cum in a day. I was not even sure, but I knew it would be more than I could just jack off alone. 

"I'm not sure." I told her being safe.

She said nothing more, I felt her cuddle up to uncle Bob but I felt her small hand grip my soft cock in the darkness. I fell asleep with my nude aunt and uncle in the bed next to me. Her pussy was full of my seed. 



Helping My Baby Girl



It had been a really rough year both for me and my daughter. My wife her mother had tragically died in a car crash and due to my grief my successful drug store had fallen on very hard times. I sold out to my competitor for a surprisingly nice profit. It would be more than enough to finish paying for my daughters education and for me to retire to the beach just like I always wanted.

The problem was though Samantha (sam) had started to focus to much on partying and not on studying. Who could blame her to the lose of her mother hurt her even more than it did me. In the span of 6 months she went from top 10 student to bottom 10 student. Needless to say I was worried. 

Even more troublesome was the fact she had started to hang out with Jenny Thomas. She was a nice enough girl that came from the same hometown and high school as Sam. If it wasn't for that they probably would of never talked or ever meet. She was so different from my sam. Sam was dark haired and a tad chubby just like her mom but they both carried it very well. Jenny on the other hand was blonde slim and would be every man's wet dream. The only knock I would put on her was she had small tits and I always liked my women to have ample tits to play with.

So Sam and Jenny had come home for Christmas break and that's when the fighting between me and Sam got out of control. So since I couldn't get through to my daughter I thought I would try to talk to her friend and see if I could get her to help me help Sam. Not surprising me one bit she was just has stubborn as my daughter. 

So as we were sitting there I made one final push for both of them to finish school even offered to pay for both of there tuition. It didn't work though and they both were set to leave at weeks end. 

So with time running short I needed a solution and fast. I went out to the local watering hole to drown my sorrows. While I was there the bartender asked me why I looked so down. I explained my situation to him and he dropped a bomb on me that I never thought of. He said why don't you find someone to date Jenny and knock her up so it will force her and Sam to focus on there studies.

Well like I said time was running short and finding guy to do the deed was going to be hard to say the least. I knew Sam had her period two weeks earlier so I figured Jenny was probably on the same schedule since most women who spend time together tend to have there cycles match up. Like I said I owned a drug store and had plenty of pills laying around so I decided to just do the deed my self.

Two days before they were to leave they went out and came home wasted. I was sitting on the coach watching a movie when they came home. They were loud but it didn't bother me as I knew my plan was well underway. I offered then a drink and they both accepted and off I went to the liquor cabinet. I made them both screwdrivers and slipped in the sleeping pills and to my amazement they sucked them down fast. With in 20 min both were passed out in bed my daughter in her room and Jenny in the guest room. 

I decided to wait an hour to let the drug do its thing and finish my movie. As I snuck into the guess room I could see Jenny slim body under the covers as I peeled them back to my amazement she was already naked. I thought what a slut this was going to be to easy. I said her name and shock her a few times and as I thought she was out cold. I took a few min to take in her beauty and like I said minus her tits she was hot. 

I didn't want to push my luck so I quickly took my cloths off and got into bed next to her. I rubbed her pussy to get it nice and wet and to my amazement she started to moan and then her backed arched up and it was unmistakable that she just cummed. I thought what an easy slut. I didn't slow down for even a second I just shoved my cock right into her and started to pound away. It had been a year since I had sex so needless to say it wasn't long before I blew my loaded into her young tight pussy. I just layed there with my cock draining into her and before long I got hard again and began pounding again. This time though she started to respond to me and it even seemed like she was enjoying it. I keeped pounding until I felt her pussy tightening around my cock and it became to much and I pushed it in as deep as it would go and blew my second huge load deep inside he fertile womb.

I let my cock stay inside her for ten min then went to the bathroom to get a towel and cleaned her up so she wouldn't expect anything. After that I got my cloths and went off to bed to get some rest. I sleeped great that night.

The next morning the girls got up around noon and I made them breakfast. They were both like man we must of got plowed last night. Jenny even said hell it feels like I had sex all night. Sam told her she was crazy. They left the next day for school and I went on with my life.

A few months later Sam called and said her and Jenny were really focusing on there grades to get done with school. I asked what changed and she said Jenny got pregnant with in the month the got back to school and didn't know who the father was. I said that sucks asked if there was anything I could do to help. She said could you pay for her tuition cause her mom and dad bailed on her the second they found out. I agreed and in June they both graduated and moved in to the house. In Sept Jenny had a healthy baby boy who looked exactly like me and Sam. Needless to say the cat was out of the bag and I came clean to both of them. To my amazement they didn't freak out they understood why I did it and with in a year me and Jenny married and now we have been married ten years and have three children 2 boys 1 girl. Were one big happy family who would of ever thought one sick act would bring so much good.



Helping My Brother



"You're shittin me." I thought there was a punch line in there from my big brother.

"I wish," and he cast his eyes down. "Don't know why I'm telling you this but you can't share this with a soul. Sara, I don't know who to go to. It's embarrassing. Sue does NOT want to have sex with me anymore."

I did not know what to say. I mean Nick is just 31, how could this be? A good looking guy. I began thinking about Suzanne and there was always something a little cold fishy about her and I can't say we were close. I love her as family but I'd have never picked her as a friend and never much understood what Nick saw in her, but what does anyone see in who they end up with, right? She was never mean or angry, she was great with her kids. A good mother.

"She told me she wants to show me her love in other ways."

I am a highly sexual person, probably more sexed than my husband. The idea of NO SEX hit me in the gut. 

"So, like what does that even mean?"

He was leaning in talking quietly now, "She's a good cook, takes care of the house. Good with the kids." He sighed, trying to make it sound reasonable, which it wasn't. She says "I love you," all the time. 

"But NO SEX!" 

He tried to shush me, my voice had risen a little to high.

I was so engaged in what I heard, that it wasn't until later this little voice was like, 'why is he telling me all this?' And I felt so bad for him, he obviously just was venting and needing to talk, but why me? Embarrassment with his buddies? I was the one person in the family who was closest to him, besides Suzanne. It did make sense for him to vent his frustration and confide in someone. 

"I should just go out and hire a hooker, get some ass!" After he said that he began to back track and wanted me to realize he was a real family guy and had no intention of getting divorced, which is true cause that is the kind of family we are. But still.

I took his hand at one point and there he was tearing up.

"Oh, sweetie." My heart was breaking and I just held his hand. I felt bad, didn't know what to say. He already swore me to confidence no way I could talk to Suzanne. But the wheels were turning in my head and what if my brother did go out and hook up with some woman, and everyone found out. He'd end up divorced and then his life is destroyed. 

When I got home I just couldn't stop thinking about it. Would he ever bring it up again, and what would he do? I started to think about the fact he hadn't had sex in six months, cause I believed he wasn't with anyone else. I started thinking about if it were me. I'm highly sexual and I don't know what I would do, actually I did. I wasn't even consciously thinking this, but the seed of my feelings and compassion, was beginning to form what kind of release or happiness or whatever I could give? Be there for. It was not conscious cause I never would have admitted or accepted entering an incest relationship. 

This wasn't about seduction or anything like that, it was about family, love and caring for my brother; and being at a loss from knowing something nobody else did.

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Over the next week the things Nick said settled permanently in the back of my mind, never leaving my thoughts for long. The following weekend we were at his house and I was in the kitchen with Suzanne. I kept watching her and getting angry, angry at what she was doing to my brother. I kept looking at her and thinking 'frigid bitch.' And then feeling mortified with guilt for thinking that about her. She is a loving mother.

While having dinner my brother was all smiles talking about a boat he had found and that he wanted to get it, trade in his old one. Another thing he and Suzanne did not share, but now she was all supportive. I would not have noticed this before, but in the past she would have stopped such a thing from happening. She hated the boat. Obviously she must have felt some guilt, and was trying to 'indulge' him in other ways.

I kept wondering how I would ever bring this up with him again, a 'how's it going?' or 'you OK?' seemed trite. I wanted to reach out and hold his hand. He would catch my eye, and this secret we both shared between us was right there.

Could I? I watched him and felt such a warm feeling. Would I bring up the subject again, and how could I help? What was I saying? How would I ever be able to "help" him out with this. I had never had such a thought, but just below the surface I was aware. 

I went home that night unable to sleep. We could come to hate each other, it could destroy him and me and our family. I wouldn't want that for him. He said he would be fine. Anyway, he'd never ask, and I would never bring it up. 

The next day he called me early and asked about breakfast this weekend and I said yes. Somehow our voices sounded different on the phone, this secret was affecting everything. When I hung up the phone my fingers tingled. 

It won't come up anymore. He just wanted me to know. 

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I dressed up a little nicer for our breakfast. Wore a tight little skirt that showed off my behind, and next a top showing some nice cleavage. In my mind it was sort of just a little something extra, I could at least be nice to look at. I wanted to be real sweet to my big brother today. 

Nick was pretty quiet, but he never brought IT up. My heart broke looking at him. I had this feeling he wanted to talk to me, and just could not bring himself to say anything more. So there we were with this elephant between us.

So, without context, I blurted out, "you could see a counselor, or the pastor."

It was the subtext of everything and he knew immediately what I was talking about. He met my eyes, permission to talk. He responded, "She's never going to change Sara, and that's just the way it is. Can you imagine if our pastor found out?"

"You're. Right. But I mean..." I lost my voice, and my thoughts continued on silently. I was not going to go there.

His eyes were so sad and I was convinced that he was feeling worse and my knowing, simply knowing, didn't do nothing. 

Then he started to talk about it, "I thought it was weird when weeks became months, but still I thought maybe. But now, she is happier than ever."

"Nothing?"

Tears in his eyes again, "I love her Lisa, I won't leave her, but..." His voice trailing off same as mine. 

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to be a good husband and a great dad and happy I got a job, and I will stay busy. She's letting me get a new boat!"

"I'm worried you are going to end up making some really bad mistake, end up with another woman, and have feelings for her. It won't all be solved so long as you have your needs." My cheeks glowed as I said this, and did not even know how the meaning of what I said could be construed. But he kept looking at the table so I think it came out right.

"I don't WANT to do that." And he gave a stupid little laugh and added, the last thing I need is ANOTHER woman in my life." I took it to mean ME and Suzanne were enough for him.

And Then I said, "If you EVER find yourself in a bar somewhere with some woman, and find yourself ready to start screwing around, you have to call me."

He laughed, "Now that would be something."

"I'm serious, I can..." I paused to find the words, there it was again lurking in my thoughts, "... talk you down. Every time, talk you down."

We just laughed. I lay my hand by his, did not hold it then, just kept it real close. For some reason I felt guilty touching him.

Then I got him talking about the boat and what he was planning to do, and what he would do to it and that he was going to dock it at Long Lake. He cheered up then.

"That's not so close?"

"It's got the best fishing though."

The conversation trailed off after that, about fishing and hunting. When we finished I grabbed my purse.

He saw me pull out my wallet. "No let me pay, sis." 

"No, sweetie I've got it." I'd never called him anything but Nick, but somehow I felt so in his confidence. So close just then. It never came up before because we always went dutch. "Men don't always have to pay for their dates." I let my eye twinkle at him, so this was a date?

We left and I walked with him to his truck, something else I had never done. As we said our goodbyes I gave him a nice hug and leaned up against his broad chest and kissed him on the lips. We let our lips touch together, nothing more. A little something. As I pulled away, I asked "Does she still kiss you?"

"Uh, she lets me kiss her, sorta." He shrugged, "But...like we just done."

I felt warmth come to my face, I wanted to give him something more, but resisted. It would have been so easy.

We left it at that and irrespective of my thoughts, and my feelings just then, there was no way. I looked at those broad shoulders, and the blue jeans he wore, the way they held low on his hips and his smile and his clean cut hair and the way he smelled, he slid into his truck. I can talk him down. I can help him stay on the straight and narrow. 

Is that what he wants though?

Watching him drive off as I walked to my car. I worry about him.

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It was two weeks before we had breakfast again and this time he paid for our 'date,' and something else changed between us when he done that. Our breakfasts had become dates.

He also seemed much more chipper, a real excited front, about everything and the kids and the boat and how he had his money all together, but as we continued his emotions were draining out of him. He got a bit quieter, seeming more down.

His eyes met mine, "I want to have one last time on my old boat before I get this new one, you want to go out fishing with me?"

I felt a tingle, a something more. "You bringing Billy?" 

"Naw, he's only six and I can't get any serious fishing done with him. Suzanne didn't want to go and I thought I'd ask. What about it?"

"Sure, but I got to check with Dave first." I thought of asking if Dave could come too, but bit my tongue. I could tell he wanted just me to go. Also, both of us knew Dave didn't like to fish but he would come if I asked. And second, I had a sixth sense Nick wanted to go with just me.

Honestly, I was uncertain what to think, and felt I was reading way too much into my brothers request. My mind was getting all warped thinking about how he hadn't been getting any. All we would be doing is fishing. 

My brother loves to fish, and truthfully he probably liked fishing more than sex, though probably not these days! In fact, the only person who loves to fish as much as him is me, and so that's all we are talking about here. And I hardly ever get to go, and I have no boat. We used to go hunting together as well, but that too had fallen away. 

"Yeah, I'll go." I said. "I got to check with Dave. It'll be fine." So we were establishing quite a bit of alone time.

In all the time we spent in the woods alone, my brother never laid an inappropriate hand on me, and this would be just the same. Still, all this time together in light of his situation was adding a risk. I felt it anyway. And all over again, a little voice in my head, what he would do if I offered myself to him. It was the first time I considered it so directly.

And at the end I added, "I make a pretty good 'other' woman in your life. Liking the same things, I mean." I blushed. 

That did not come out quite right, but at the same time I think he knew what I was intimating. I should have worded it different, but I knew he was lonely and I meant it as simply another companion. And I was now thinking of myself as the most "safe" woman he could be around. It's not like he could take any other woman fishing with him without his wife flipping out.

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The weekend of the fishing trip came and I was all butterflies, which made no sense at all. 

Getting ready I looked in my closet and decided to pack a few extra things, and to wear something nice, even if we were just going to go fishing. I felt positively wicked pulling on my panties, little red ones that made my ass look bare from behind, and I looked in the mirror at myself. Definitely my best feature. I turned back around and stared in the mirror, my dark shoulder length hair, nice breasts and thin waist. Good hips. They made me feel sexy. It was going to be nice and warm, I pulled on a nice tight fitting pair of jean shorts that were low on my hips, and didn't bother with a bra. I put on a loose top that dipped between my breasts, almost too low and I wanted my midriff to show. I even added a little makeup to smooth out my skin, but no lipstick. In my bag I added some pajamas, but threw in an extra nightie that fell just below my butt since we'd be staying overnight. He told me he was bringing the tent. 

My brother would be here any time, and I was alone at the house with my stuff all packed, and my rods and lures ready. I kept thinking about what we were doing, and it felt illicit. The butterflies in my stomach made me all tingly. Just before he arrived I ran up the stairs like a little kid and grabbed my little yellow bikini. I hadn't worn it since my Freshman year in Daytona.

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Waiting.

Ultimately my plan was to have no plan at all. I assumed we would end up talking about Suzanne again. 

My thoughts kept getting corrected to 'I'm just going fishing, nothing else.' We would be staying a night, and that was something I hadn't done with him in a few years. It was a big tent, and I remembered the boat had a little cabin in it. There was very little room in there. A table that could be converted into a bed. I let that thought rest in the back of my head. We can have some good talks, a nice heart to heart. Figure things out, maybe things are better. Maybe he is exaggerating. 

It's not like I wanted anything to happen, but that was the thing constantly in the back of my mind, together with 'Would I?' 

I just know I love my brother and I'd like to help him however I can, if it included sexually, I did not know. There are a lot of things that don't really rise to the level of sex. I don't want to hurt him or me or our families. 

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We got out on the boat and at first fishing was pretty poor, but we moved around quite a bit and then it picked up. It was so beautiful, quiet and serene. It was later in the year, and the sun slanted low in the sky but it was still warm and there were no other boats on the lake. Everything was serene and it made me feel wonderful. He had beers and I had wine, and I was feeling really really good.

As the sun got lower in the sky, I brought up he and Suzanne. Maybe it was the little buzz I felt but I held no punches. I shared my fears about him and Suzanne and that I thought it would be a mistake for him to see any other women.

"I have no intention of doing that," he said. 

I honestly believed him. 

But I added at the same time that I would not ever be disappointed if there was a time of weakness. I promised I would never be disappointed in him. I would understand. And if it happened he still needed to feel like he could talk with me. I was not laying all this out as my rules for his behavior and that all I was talking about was concern. I was not imposing anything on him.

I also added my main concern was not necessarily about him being with another woman, but how some women are. 

"You do not want some skank standing in your front yard screaming for you to come out to her."

"I'm not stupid." The way he said that told me it had crossed his mind.

It was kinda funny the way he said that, and it lightened the mood. I also reminded him of something he told me when I got married.

"You remember what advise you told me when I got married?"

He did not.

I continued, "If you don't feed your dog he'll eventually run off to the neighbors to eat." 

He laughed, "Cruel justice."

Here he had given me this 'brotherly' advice to keep my man sexually happy.

He laughed, yeah he did remember

It got quiet then, we had our poles in the water. It was nearing evening and we usually went to shore and cooked some of our fish. There was no wind, not a ripple on the lake. Perfectly still and silent. I was feeling good, and close with my brother. 

I gritted my teeth and added, "Well, I took your advice. My man is damn happy. I'm also done having babies, and sex for me is about expressing love and just having a good ole' time." I swallowed and added, "I want you to know I love you, I have always loved you, and... if you should ever NEED me to be there, I would be."

I was almost going to say, "I can be a pretty good neighbor." But I bit my tongue. I think what I was offering was clear enough.

I know he did understand. He was quiet a really long time. I watched him close out the corner of my eye. He was not angry. 

Finally, he just said "You are crazy, you know that."

"Well, we ARE related."

"I love you too."

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"Time for dinner." 

We picked a nice cove with a sandy beach, opposite side of the lake from any of the public areas. The tent was secured at the front of the boat but we didn't take it out yet. He took a stringer of fish and his knife off to a rock and cleaned them. I set up the grill and took out a basket with plates and cups, extra food and another bottle of wine. We found a spot where fires had been started before, and there were some logs set up around. 

It was the best damn fish I ever ate. I was still drinking my wine and he was still drinking his beers. 

As he usually did Nick started telling a stupid fishing joke.

"A guy went fishing see. He caught an 8-pound bass on the first cast and a 7-pounder on the second. On the third cast he pulls in an 11-pounder when his cell phone rings. It was the doctor notifying him that his wife had just been in a terrible accident and was in ICU. The man tells the doctor to tell his wife he was fishing and would be there as soon as possible. Just his luck you know, best fishing he'd ever had his entire life. He decides to get in a couple of more casts before leaving and he ends up there the rest of the morning finishing with a stringer like he'd never seen. Then he remembers his wife. Feeling guilty, he gets to the hospital and asks about his wife's conditions."

"The doctor yells at him, 'You went ahead and finished your fishing trip didn't you! I hope you're proud of yourself! While you were out your wife has been in the ICU! It's just as well you went ahead and finished, it'll be the last fishing trip you ever take! For the rest of her life she will require 'round the clock care. And you'll be her care giver forever!' The guy was feeling so guilty he broke down and sobbed. The doctor then laughs and says, 'I'm just pulling your leg. She's dead. What'd you catch?'"

"That's truly awful." And I hit him.

"S'how I'm feeling lately. A little dark humor."

"You'll be fine. Everything has ways of working out you know." I was pleased how he'd been looking at me, I felt so sexy today. My hair all windblown. I thought I looked my best when I was out in the woods, and wine can make me pretty horny. "You need to negotiate with her is all. There's lots of different ways to have sex you know. She can give you a hand job, or let you titty fuck her!"

"Sara!" He laughed, surprised. "I didn't even know you knew such a thing."

"Well. She has nice tits."

"Sara!"

I was feeling tipsy and added, "Maybe not as nice as mine." And held out my chest. Noting his eyes lingering on me. "You think so?" Acknowledging his eyes on me and inviting him to look. "On a scale of six to ten, what do you think?"

"You're drunk."

"Maybe a little." And I spun myself onto the log behind him and slid up close, pressing my breasts against his back. "Just giving my big brother a little something. I just think you need some positive female attention."




Helping My Brother Ch. 02



This story makes much more sense if you begin with Helping my Brother the first Chapter. 

Enjoy.

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I had sex with my Brother Nick and was now laying in bed with him on his boat during our fishing trip. 

Before falling asleep I had run through all the ramifications of what I had done, including how I could possibly sexually satisfy two men. The word which kept running through my head was incest, sex with my brother. But it didn't feel like incest at all, but then I had no idea what it would be like except for how incredible my body felt. I'd never had feelings for Nick until he shared that his wife Suzanne was refusing him sex, which set everything in motion.

My very last thoughts before drifting off were of a more carnal nature, centered around how fucking hot the sex had been and what a great lover he was. God, my body was singing. Nick was sleeping next to me, and before drifting off myself I lay listening to his breathing in the dark, and the feel of his warmth. Unable to resist I ran my fingers through the dark bush of his crotch, letting the wiry hairs catch between my fingers. He was so delicious, so powerful, and these were the feelings which worried me. I would fall in love with him, was in love with him, and want this wonderful cock for my very own, still remembering its hum inside of me. Yes, I would want to feel it all again, again again and...I am getting wet just thinking about it.

Fuck.

I lay like that with his thick cock wrapped in my hand, feeling the pulse of its heart beating and wondering what he tasted like?

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Chapter 2

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I woke slowly, could feel the gentle rocking of the boat in the pitch dark night, wrapped in Nick's powerful arms. Oh, our bed was so warm and I was so relaxed and comfortable. My back was to him, his soft breath on my shoulder; and I could feel in the blackness, his hard cock pressed right into my back. But what I realized next was his hand sliding lightly over my hip. 

God, he was so hard, I could feel its length running up my spine. That beautiful cock. I felt giddy at where I was and guilty for feeling so wonderful. 

His hand continued to move softly along my hip bone, curling his fingers so their tips tickled my golden bush, probably why I woke up. His breath at the nape of my neck was hot, and when I felt the head of his cock slide lower down my back and across my bum my whole body tingled. He was positioning himself behind me, sliding lower, lower, mmmmmm, god. Fuck, I could feel it slipping between my legs, that little space opening up right at the bottom of my butt. Fuck, it was thick. His hand gripping me tighter around my waist as he pressed, rolling me forward a little. My breath caught in my throat, oh god, he wants to fuck me again, and I was instantly wet. I tried to hold myself still, but could not resist responding as I pressed myself back against him, feeling his length push further between my legs. Unable to resist, I feigned a stretch and slipped one leg forward, opening my cunt to his play. 

Play with me sweet, oh god I itch.

His cock, once nestled in began to slide lightly, back and forth, back and forth, and with each pass I could feel myself moistening and opening. His movement was insistent, he was plowing me, tickling my hairs, and spreading my pussy lips open until the tip of his cock was burrowing right into my wet slit. I was creaming as my juices began to flow, it became impossible to stay still, my hips began moving in a rhythmic undulation. I felt like sighing, moaning, whimpering when suddenly he froze. Did I make a noise? Can he tell I am awake? Shit. Don't stop! I lay utterly motionless trying to hold my breath as even as possible, feigning sleep. 

Oh god, that itch. Oh god, play, move on me. Oh, how I wanted this. 

His cock held still, nestled between my legs, when I felt his breath fanning my ear, "Sara? Sara. You awake?"

"Hmmmm." I sighed, as if rousing.

"Sara, I NEED you. I want you, again."

His words tickling my ear and I turned my head so my cheek touched his. The insistence, so delicious. Not, he wanted to have sex, but he NEEDED me. 

Still feigning sleep, I pretended to rouse myself, "Hmmmm." Looking into the darkness toward him, "Baby. Again? What time is it?"

Oh God, he is so strong. In the pitch black night I am enveloped by a demon. It is a dream, it felt like dreaming and I was still half asleep. My voice sounded like a kittens, my words were mewing out of me. I felt so small and surrounded, so female. His arms on me, his smell, his cock between my legs as I pressed my ass into his hips. His hand began trickling over my tummy, playing at the edge of my bush below my navel. I can't get over how gentle those big hands were. 

All these thoughts happened simultaneous, when his response to my question of the time brought me back. He answered, "I don't know." Then added, "You are so beautiful, you feel so good. I NEED you." His cock again moving, pressing deep between my legs at the word need, its hunger, its touch, and the thought of being needed. His body needing mine. I was his instrument, play me, the hammer striking its string. Play away. Yes.

I am thinking 'Yes! My lover yes,' but remaining calm I say, "K" and open my legs further to him. 

I am all yours. All of me. God, his hand pressing further down my front as his cock was opening my brook. My gushing river, feeling it trickle down my thigh with such a hunger I had never felt before.

Be lazy with him he is mine all mine, yes. Let him play, feeling him press to me, touching me, sliding, up and back, inside around my slit. His dripping hungry cock poking prodding, playing and splitting me. Oh god, what a tease, such an exquisite torture, until I am following that beautiful cock head around like a kitten with a bowl of milk, moving my hips to him. Give me your milk, milk me. I want. I want to drink the milk of that cock.

My body hurt with such a delicious ache as he dipped it just inside. I opened my mouth at the intrusion, panting like an animal, yes, put it in me! His fingers had found my clit, all swollen and sensitive, rubbing me just how I like it. How can you know? Our bodies so perfect, so fitted. Can it be that a brothers cock and sisters cunt are actually perfectly fitted? We come from the same place, the same DNA. How can it be? 

And my mind, my sleepy mind, imagines this all as dreaming. It is crazy to feel like this, my hand reaches back and grips his hip, yes he is there solid and real, and then reaching back into the his bush. Tickling the hilt of his cock, how I want to feel myself filled with it, oh yes. His fingers are working between my legs, and I am openly panting, moaning under his touch, can't get enough. I want to kiss him, and can feel his chin buried in my hair, kissing my neck. My pussy is swirling in his fingers, shiny with cum. I scratch my nails on his skin at a particularly invasive probe, feeling his cock head again pop just into me, then out again. My body pressing back to swallow it whole. Give it to me, yes and the pressure and the curve of my back as I lift my ass, turning it up like a cats, and yes, oh god, yes. 

Here it comes! 

Ohhhhh, god, his cock sliding up inside, finding its mark, stretching and opening. I am filled with that beautiful cock. "Oh baby," I breathe. The air goes right out of me. Sighing, "Yeeeees. Oh god, yes."

So hard and Hot. Amazing. I'm so wet and again overcome, how I would do anything. Anything! Ahhhhh. Shit...he is still rubbing, digging, rooting around my clit, rubbing me so hard and fast, his fingers pressed between my legs and I clamp down on his hand. Fuck me.

I moan, "Oh baby, yes, I am, your fuck toy. I'll give you, anything. Anything you want. So fucking good." I can't recognize my own voice.

Am I still asleep? This lazy fuck. Am I dreaming? I barely move and in the blackness take it from behind, arching my back, give him my hungry mouth between my legs. Take it, anything, all of it, yours. My pussy is yours. You own my cunt. Take it, open me, oh GOD how my body stretches with each thrust. The angle of it, as his cock head presses up inside, sliding along the front of my insides, scraping and stretching me open. It feels so incredible and my body stretching to take him in. Put it in me, god, taking its length as I push back against his beautiful body, every inch.

Oh I want to see him, but it is so dark, my tongue hangs out and lays on my lower lip as I take it. I realize I still have not ever seen him completely naked in the light of day, giving me such an urge to see this body naked as I fuck in the dark. I have not bowed down to worship at the gate of this cock that is in me. I want to eat him, push my mouth around this head, feel it in my throat. I want to taste the salt of his cum and do so many other dirty things. Be filled and fucked in every way possible. 

I want everything. I want to be naked and eaten, looked at and adored with legs spread wide. Oh, imagine his mouth on my pink slit, open and wet. Lick MY cream. I want to be naked in the light of day, to ride this cock and see it slide into me. Can I? How can I be feeling like this? All over again, his root in me, opening and spreading. I can feel it rising into my heart, it leaves me panting and sighing. 

I keep cooing into the night, "Oh my baby, oh my lover."

"Sara...I've got you, I'm fucking you." His voice is a rumble that shakes my chest, and he is grasping my breasts, mauling me, as he pumps inside from behind, and rolling me over face first onto the bed. He follows as I turn into the bed, never leaving my cunt, his leg lifts over my ass and he lays lightly upon me, riding me from behind. Fucking into me, gripping my hips, god I am so tight filled to the hilt with this cock! I pull my legs together and squeeze. 'You can do any god damn thing you want.' is repeating over and over in my brain. I can't wake up, and I lay there and take it, so gentle, these long slow strokes. His kisses raining down on my shoulders.

Then faster, deeper, so steady, and I press back to meet each thrust, ugh, my throat gurgling at his thrusts, the feel of his shaft in me. I lift my backside up, bending my ass in the air, I can smell us and hear the squish and slap of our sexes coming together. He moves back, tugging my hips and I follow so my knees are holding me up a little more and a little more. I become his doggy and he rides me, takes me by the hair and pulls back my head. 

"Uhhh," we still fit in this little space, riding together so close. My ass lifted in the air and my arms stretched in front of me, crouching with my ass up, so I can push back and get him inside me as deep as possible. We are One again. Oh so deep, so deep, pulling out and pressing in, one. His tip playing at my entrance and then burying inside. The delicious pain rising, the throb, the heartbeat, the ridge of his cock stretching and closing me.

Oh god, Oh god, my body is burning, liquid. My cunt is creaming, taking it. Yes. And I take it, and the pain of my hair being pulled back as he rides me feels so incredibly hot. Trapped in the dark by demons. It feels involuntary, I am being held, I want to scream 'NO,' just so he will keep doing it. I can't leave, he pulls my hair so hard my head is bent sharply back as he rides, fucking me so hard and I take it. My tits jostling from his thrusts. Oh God! 

"Oh fuck me," I pant.

"I need this so bad," he growls.

"Yes. Yes. Cum in me, cum in me, take me any way you want. Baby. Over and over. My cunt is yours." And I can't even control what I am saying now.

Even as I say it, he is bruising me again. Marking me, my body breaking, it aches. I turn to look back, just the flicker of eyes and movement, pumping away. I can feel each thrust and my head bobbing each time. He is glowing again, Am I? I am in awe. My skin is blurred when we are together. I can't tell me from him. The way his cock kisses into my cunt. The base of his cock bumping into my bum, this wet cock head teasing the lips of my puss, my gapping cunt gagging on this beautiful cock. Opening me like a flower, he plunges his hands between my legs, feeling him pump into me as he grinds my clit, I am about to explode. His fingers working on me, a rising exquisite pain and I am going to cum, yes, rising in me. Can feel it in my hips, my skin is hot, flushed, my body trembling. I feel my body begin to spasm, rocking me with involuntary contractions. "Oh god," I am panting. "Fuck me." I want this so bad, am so wet, can feel streaks of cum running down my thighs as I hold my legs open, losing utter control of my body.

The itch, the itch. Yes cum in me, god I want a taste. "Oh baby, cum in me, let me drink you, oh yea, cum in me. I want it. Give it to me. Fuck me. Fuck...my CUNT."

"I'm cumming, cumming in you baby. Oh, oh." His deep moan. This animal behind me.

I push back so hard, hold my hands straight out. He is pounding me faster now, so hard and pulling at me, give it. Moaning in spite of myself, these strangled noises deep in my throat. And the rumble of his guttural groans. I lost, gripping the sheets in my hands and the orgasm ripping my body, shaking and quivering, cannot hold myself up as he grips to me. My skin hot, so sensitive. I squeeze my cunt hard and his body stiffens. Oh fuck.

My legs open wide, take him all in as he explodes. "Oh FUCK! YES." Go ahead and peel me open. Ughhh. I can feel it. He pressing his cock inside and stiffening, holding it there, deep, and cumming, filling me. Milking him, his milk. Ahhhh, his cum! God so much cum. He is streaming into me, I'm drinking him as fast as I can. I feel it every time. 

I respond, panting out "I'm cumming," To be filled like that, so big. My orgasm is this rolling flash of light, an aching pain. It keeps going, and does not end. I can feel cum in my belly and collapse into the mattress, my orgasm so long, its pain. Split me in half. Uhhhh. Stretch me, Oh, still inside! I feel like I am being cut by glass, laying flat on the mattress. Never cum like that. He lays down on me, and his trembling body quivers with my skin, wet with sweat. 

"You feel so good. So fucking good. Such a good little girl letting me fuck you."

In one wave, together laying there in the dark, slight waves of water lapping the boat, the pain of our orgasm. I feel my senses return, and still dark. The inability of my eyes to take anything in, accentuating the smells and sounds. I am wet, so wet, and the earthy smell of our sex, my sex. The smell of fish and wood, and old wine. The water and the night, the old boat and the trees. We made so much noise! Noisy sex. Our cries had to have been heard for miles around, by everyone on this silent lake. I realize this as I come to my senses. What did we sound like? Some wild animal, a fight maybe or being eaten alive. Our screams echoing off the trees. My body held to his, all silence now.

Except our Breath. Breathing, this singular moment, and the exhaustion sets in. I can feel our hearts, can still feel the pulse of his cock in me. Where does such a hunger come from?

He rolls off and to my side, and I feel him slip out, we turn to one another and kiss. Soft and open, more like holding our mouths together, exhausted, wet kisses. 

He smothers me with his body, skin to skin, pressing close, laying naked, tangled in the sheets cum oozing out my little cream pie. I can just see the whites of his eyes, little flecks, and open myself, wrap my arms around his hot waist and we kiss, hard and softer. And then just hold our mouths together, laying side by side.

I say, "I can still feel you inside me. I can still feel your heartbeat." 

"Yes."

I say, "You made love to me."

"Yes."

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And as we shift ourselves, I once again turn my back to him, feel those powerful arms wrap around me. Feel his wet and flaccid cock against my back. The smell of us is incredible. His hand slides along my belly for the sweaty wetness, the warmth.

As we lay there, his hand stroking through my damp bush, and in the blackness, the quiet, the night, my brother just totally opens his heart:

"Sara." 

"Yes."

There was this long pause.

"I consider myself a pretty tough guy, can handle a lot. I never realized how much pain I been in." He sighs, "What you have given me, you just don't know. You given me my sight back, my life back. Seriously. Most of the time I don't know what I FEEL. Never have, I guess. Too busy. Most of the time I don't, cause I 'do,' I 'think,' I 'plan.' The thing is it's not sex I want. It never was. I just, so crave, love. But what? What is that? To be needed. To be needed. And it IS physical too. With lovers, with a wife, a girlfriend you can say 'I love you' and it is the love you want. But the physical love, the feelings and contact, the need for the the bodies to come together, IN love, its that too. Not bad or dirty. It can't be separated, it can't, physical love and love in general. To be wanted, desired, needed. It's all one thing, it has to be. You can't live with just the smell of food, you have to eat it. Hold it in your hand, swallow it. To hear 'I love you, but I don't want to have sex with you.' Sara, Sara I've felt so abandoned, embarrassed. It hurt so much. Like being paralyzed. I won't lie. I've been so lonely, so sad in the midst of wonderful friends and family, success in every other way. I have a wonderful life. But no one, NO ONE, touching me or needing me or wanting me in THAT one way. That mattered, more than I realized. It would be like a baby whose parents won't pick her up but who lean over the crib saying 'I love you' 'I love you' all the time. What does that even mean? And you. Sara. Crazy bat shit. God. You gave me this, even though you are my sister. Even though this is wrong on so many levels, and no one would understand. You risked THIS, for me. I was so lonely Sara. You needing ME, giving your body, and what a body it is by the way. Mmmm. It's weird, this simple act, this physical act. I have always loved you, as family. Never any other way, as gods truth. I'd have never imagined sharing physical love, with the love I have, for you. But being cut off, left adrift, what you mean to me now, saving me. God Sara, I love you in every way I can. If we never ever do anything ever again, if you never touch me again, I will never never forget this."

I kissed him, felt the deepest compassion I'd ever felt for anyone. Felt connected in a way I never thought possible. My eyes tearing up.

"I'm right here. Not going anywhere. Here for you, said I would be. I love you, but never in a million years could I imagine I'd be wrapped in your arms. But I am. This will all work out. I have no fucking clue how. I never provided sexual release to two men, and don't know how much I can be there for you in this way in the future. But I am yours, and my love for you includes 'physically' now. You've been in me Nick, inside my body. I let you touch me sexually. I love you, and I love you 'in that way' too now. And I don't think I can put the genie back in the bottle."

I opened my mouth to him, kissed him passionately, hungrily and clung to his chest. I was crying and felt the tears on his cheeks, felt his tongue on my teeth, his chest pressed to my breasts.

"I know," he said so gentle, kissing me again, and forming the words on my lips, "Thanks...Thanks."

We rolled apart a little, settling back in for sleep.

"I'm just your every day bat shit crazy sister who puts her panties on one leg at a time..."

I waited a pregnant pause --

before adding, "...When I wear em."

And drifted off to sleep.

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Next morning, slowly I pulled myself out of his arms and rolled myself over to look at him. God, there he was in the gradually rising sunlight. My brother in bed with me, both of us naked. My night demon. He stayed just how he was, laying on his side with such a peaceful look. Was he happy? Why yes he was, and I felt proud in a strange way. I had really given him something, something no one else had in quite awhile and, to my mind anyway, no one else could. My thoughts drifted to the prior night, how absurd it all seemed to me now. I relived the feeling of settling down on him, how he stretched me. The way he pulled my hair back, how it felt to be held that way in the dark, how he rode my body. His hunger, and I shivered. I lay my hand over my puss and groaned, god it felt so good. I lay there and the soreness of my body entered my senses, ohhh, he still felt like he was in me. The throbbing between my legs. It felt as if he were permanently in me, I could literally feel the rise and fall of his breath. Throbbing. My liquid center began to release, I could feel my wetness, still holding my hand over my matted and sore little cunny. How would I control this?




Helping My Brother Ch. 02



And something else. Attachment, lust, call it what you will. I had offered myself as a vessel to him, let him use my body and he came inside. I felt it, we were one, our two bodies were merged. He was in me. I had never felt so female, so desired, so wanted. He was so powerful and strong, his body with mine. His cock, oh god. It ached to think about. His passion, like nothing else and with it this dawning awareness that this feeling I had was a little dangerous. This was not my life, my future. Everything that happened had to remain secret and hidden. It HAD to be controlled.

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He opened his eyes. Simply opened them and looked at me like a bird would, or a squirrel. His brown impassive eyes. I let him look, let his eyes linger over my body, my bare breasts, and smiled. We were naked. I lay by him and felt my body tingle, could smell his body, feel his warmth. 

I broke the silence, "Hey you."

"Hey." His relaxed, low voice rumbling out.

"How you feeling?"

"Pretty damn good."

"I think we both feeling pretty damn good."

"Can't believe it Sara. What you done. That you let me."

I leaned in and gave him a soft little kiss, "Yup. Hope you're all right, what we did and all." He smiled a smile that lit up the world, and I rolled onto my back, "God I am sore!"

"Need me to rub your back?"

"That ain't what's sore sweetie."

He laughed, deep and rumbling. In the silence he ran his hand over my belly, hip to hip, rising and falling up along my sides. Caressing the edge of my breasts, before cupping them in his hand. I could watch his hand as it moved on me, the sheet was down around my hips, and I was letting him touch me however he wanted. I was his after all. So light and delicate, his hands so big and gentle. God he could make me crazy.

I felt a little itch between my legs.

I glanced at him, "Feels good." Acknowledging his touch, and let him continue to draw his hands over me.

"I like fishing with you."

"Well, I like fishing with you," and reached over with my hand, pressing it into his crotch over the sheet, and the surprise came over my face. It was rock hard again! In awe I blurted out, "Are you kidding me?" At the touch of its hardness my whole body went a little liquid, but god, there was just no way. My body would break. Would he want to?

He laughed, "Morning wood."

I let go. "Glad I could be there for you, last night. Do something."

He was looking at my radiant face, "Such beautiful eyes. You are beautiful." He was rubbing his hand over my bush now and I felt myself moving to his touch involuntarily.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing." His hand pressed between my legs and I opened my thighs, the sheet fell away and his eyes on my gaping puss. He turned and moved himself closer. My pink slit was open. God he was doing it to me. I was just going to let him do whatever he wanted, but god I was so sensitive. As he touched my clit, I clamped my legs over his hand.

"Careful. Sensitive. Ahhh, god, I am such a mess. You made such a mess of me." He rolled closer toward me and lay himself along my front. I could see his hard cock emerge from under the sheet as he kissed me, opening his mouth and I met him, let our tongues play together. His hungry mouth, we kissed and wrapped our arms around each other. 

I turned toward him, "You always this horny?"

"It's been seven months. Last night the first in seven months."

"Oh, poor baby. My baby." I kissed him again. "You want me again?" His cock was pressed between our bellies, "I don't know if I can, yet." I lifted my leg and sandwiched his cock between my legs, just to feel that beautiful cock one more time. My mind imagining being up and riding him again. Oh, I was wet. I was letting him slide it between my legs as we faced each other. Why not? "God you are big." Giving him a squeeze with my thighs. "I just have to tell you that."

We simply lay facing each other with his cock sliding back and forth between my legs. I began to coo to his touch, lifted my leg higher up over his thigh and hugged myself close to him. 

He asks quietly, "Can we? One more time?"

"Ohhh, sweetie." I was thinking, the spirit was willing. "I just, don't know." Was I up for...a third time! Fuck. "Baby, you can titty fuck me, K?"

He laughed, and began to rise up, the sheet falling away. There he was! Oh my god. In the light of day, he was up on his knees with his cock pointing straight out even with my eyes, as I lay back he rolled over on top of me. His cock pointing out, balls and bush at the hilt. He was beautiful. Tan and dark, the muscles of his chest, his dark hair and dark eyes. Chestnut bush and thick cock. He wanted me again. And I am thinking can I do this? All over again.

I settled up on my elbows looking at him, "I need some lotion." He paused. "I got a little baby lotion in my bag. Over there." I pointed.

He slid off me and took the tiny bottle and squeezed it between my breasts and rubbed it in thick. Running his hands over each tit for good measure. I lay there with my breasts all shiny and slippery.

"This is what got the whole thing started yesterday," he said grinning, squeezing my tit. "God you are beautiful." 

The covers were pulled off of us and as he rubbed the lotion on me was looking at my body up and down. Looking at my golden pussy, he sighed, shaking his head in wonderment. I opened my legs a little, happy to have him a look. And then he swung his leg back over me and slid high up my chest. I scooted down so he could lean forward and we could all fit on the little bed. 

Again. Fuck. I was wet and part of me thought I might still take him, picturing myself up on top riding that beautiful cock. 

Ohhhhh, I ached and throbbed, but god I was sore. God damn. Thinking how he fit so tight, how he stretched me out. For the first time I wondered how we could get together when we got back to our respective houses. I couldn't do it in the house. Where would we go? It was a fleeting thought, made me hot all over again. And guilty too. He opened his legs and leaning down on me a little, positioned his cock between my tits. I squeezed them around his shaft. God, even this felt good. 

I let out a deep breath and said, "come on baby, titty fuck me." I squeezed my breasts around his member, could see his cock head poking out the top of my breasts. As he pumped on me it would disappear and reappear. I lay there looking down at him. Watching the muscles of his hips as he thrust through my tits pressed tight around his cock. Oh god, I lay there and held myself for him. A vessel for him to cum in, and on. I thought about putting him in my mouth. I wanted to taste him, and this may be my chance. 

"Mmmm. Yes," I cooed as he fucked my tits. I was looking up at him and thinking about it all, the entire night. Everything we did everything we said. I began, "I might of said some things, last night," his hands were on either side of my shoulders and he was thrusting quicker between my tits, panting and groaning a little. He met my eyes as I said that. His cock riding me. My tits were so sensitive. His cock was so warm, heating with the friction and all shiny from the oil.

He said in a low growl, "Mmmm. Like, you being my fuck toy."

I whimpered, "Hmmm. Hmmmm. I might have been a little carried away."

"Mmmm. So I can't put my hands in your pants ANY time I want?"

I laughed, "God you remembered."

"I remembered everything." He grunted and smiled down at me, pumping faster. "Sara, today. You are. Today, you...my fuck toy." 

I looked at him, as he continued and began to coo, "Mmmmm. You so naughty...That's it cum for me baby. I want it. I want to see you cum. That's right, I'm your little fuck toy. You like that? And I got a surprise for you too."

"ugh, a surprise?" 

He was getting close, pressing down a little harder on me. I watched the head of his cock, watched the look on his face. His eyes closed now, pumping on me. I kept repositioning my tits, holding them in a tight little pocket for him to ride. Kept my head tilted up, positioning myself. I wanted to catch some of his cum.

I so wanted this, to be there for him and something else too. I felt a wave of compassion for him mingling with lust. Watching his hips, and his cock, the purple head just inches from my mouth. I wanted to see the cum shoot out, marking me on the outside too. I wanted to taste, and lick him up. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I loved riding him, I felt the need to have him inside. Part of me would have let him slide down my body and fuck me all over again. 

The look in his eyes, his body, his strength. Nothing was solved at all, really. How would we be now? At home? Tomorrow? This morning, sober, I suppose there was a little more to what we were doing. I didn't even have the excuse of alcohol anymore. I was giving myself to him, and every time I did it would be harder to say no.

"Oh baby, I'm going to cum!"

I held my mouth open ready, head held up and turned to the tip of his cock. I looked like a little baby bird, with mouth open waiting for him to spray it in my mouth. "Yeah, fuck me, fuck me good." I kept saying, "Ride me, your little toy. Fuck me. That's it baby, fuck me good. Oh god, yeah let me see you. I want you."

Yeah, today I was his fuck toy. 

He stiffened, arched his back, and groaned. I was watching his cock shooting cum, holding my mouth right there. Streams of cum dribbling across my neck, and then I caught a nice white spurt in my mouth. His cum, this white stream hitting my mouth and forming a lines down my chin and across my cheek. Splashing onto tits, and running down my neck. My god, so much cum. Spurting out, I had a puddle on my tongue, could feel the cool ooze on my face and neck. No doubt in my hair too, god I was such a mess. Fuck, so good. I was watching him, the abandon in his eyes. The way his body spasmed with each ribbon of cum.

"Oh Sara, yeah."

He slid to my side, his cock still shiny, softening. I savored his thick semen. Oh fresh cum! Salty, thick, I let it roll down my throat, scooped some off my chest and licked it. Oh he was in me again, fucking me, I was drinking his cum with my mouth. My body filled with his cum, my lips red, licking my lips and smiling.

"Mmmmmm."

He watched me licking him, a dazzling smile on his face. I sat up and roll over on top of him, kissing him again, smearing the lotion from my tits to his chest and then rising naked, in all my glory, from the bed. 

"God I am a mess! What a slut I've been."

I went into the little bathroom and found some water. I took a washcloth and wiped myself all over, pressed the warm damp cloth between my legs and moaned. Looked in the mirror, my dark chocolate hair was an absolute tangle. My lips swollen and red. I smiled, freshly fucked. My god I did look like a slut I thought, and laughed. 

I popped out into the entry again, still naked grabbing my bag and he says, "What are you doing?"

"You'll see." I took my bag and headed out onto the deck of the boat, closed the door, and stood out in the morning sunshine buck naked. The fresh air felt wonderful, naked to the entire lake. Reaching in my bag I found my yellow bikini. Stepping in the legs pulled the bottoms up over my thighs and then retied them at each hip, nice and snug. Slipped the top on, and adjusted it. I was a little bigger, but they held my breasts so nice. I had great cleavage and it held to my front supporting my tits like a pair of tear drops. It fit me well. I had the tiniest little triangle over my bush, the curve of my mound perfectly visible. I loved the little ties at the hip, their invitation. Yellow, bright yellow. And I combed my hair out with my fingers, all wild, why I like it in the woods. My cheeks were red, mottled from fucking, no doubt. My eyes sparkling and squinting in the sunlight. I looked down at myself, and scanned the horizon. No one on the lake, the sun low in the sky. It was still early, fresh, beautiful.

I looked back at that little door going down the stairs and had a little moment. Going back down there would seal my fate. That thought in that moment, frozen in time, has come back to me many times. It was then, I was about to go off a trail walked by virtually everyone and step into the fresh earth, deep into the woods, on a path virtually no one took. I was about to dance to some music only I could hear, and it felt distant. But I could hear it, my body was its song. My life would forever contain a secret, a hidden room, an unopened cupboard in the house. A false wall. I realized that in an imperfect world, what we were doing was wrong. That all trodden paths take us to various imperfect compromise. 

I paused at the door, was ready, ran my hands over my skin and glanced around at the world I was leaving.

If I did nothing else right in this world, I would prevail to this perfection. 

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I opened the door and stepped back down the stairs.

"Ta da!" Holding my arms out. Nick was sitting on the bed and had pulled his T shirt on, nothing else.

Me in my little yellow bikini, all his, all day. I loved the look on his face as he eyed me.

"I'm ready to go fishing." I sing songed. "And I thought I'd wrap your little toy."

He laughed.

Toys are so much more fun when you get to unwrap them.



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Helping My Brother Ch. 03



This story follows a chapter 1 and chapter 2, which I would recommend reading first. 



Back to Reality

I am in a relationship with my brother. 

Sitting in the passenger seat as we head back home from the best sex in my life, looking out the window watching the trees go by. Everything seems so verdant and green. My body zinging as I sit here. 

Back to the real world and I look over, he is looking straight ahead; one of the most beautiful men I have ever looked at. And no one can ever know the butterflies I feel; or, how when we look at each other - no matter what - it will never be the same. So, here I am, 'helping my brother.' My brother. There is no book called The Joy of Incest. So, how did I get here? I mean it has been completely consensual, I offered, he accepted. I have always loved my brother, that does not change and it never will. The physical is like this bonus - it does not feel wrong, at this moment it just doesn't; and, I won't downplay the physical, but it is pure romance and love. 

I feel like I have entered a rarefied world. I feel like we have become the oldest of old lovers. Forbidden love, and now I begin to understand. We will go home, live our lives, have our worries and cares, work, all of it. And create this false wall at the back of our hearts, where we can go and no one else. How do I feel about THAT? Something so intimately a part of me, to cut it out and bury it down inside. This will be on the fucking tip of my tongue forever more, my whole body feels it, feels him. I look at my legs and think this will not be easy.

It's not for everyone. HA! It's not supposed to be for anyone. I take Nick's hand for a moment, give it a squeeze let go.

He smiles, "You all right?"

"Yeah."

Look to the window again, he's thinking all the same things. 

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Home Again

Nick drops me off at the house, I take my bag of things from the back seat. I want to lean in and kiss him on the lips and thank him for the best weekend of my life, tell him how changed I am. How beautiful he is, what a man he is, how fucking sore I am. I want to do a cartwheel into the yard. 

Instead, I say again, "Thanks," and turn away. 

Awww, Fuck it. 

I look at the house, no car in the driveway, no movement anywhere. I turn back to the truck, open the door and shielding myself there stand on the sideboard to give him a soft lingering kiss, one hand on each cheek. "That's for a nice weekend," saying it as sexy as I can between kisses. It's so cute, that one moment burned in my memory, standing there in my little summer dress, blond hair fallen down my back, like a first date, all tingling and happy. Nervous as hell, still not wanting things to end.

He says, "It was nice wasn't it?" We have this lingering moment of silence, my eyes on him as he continues, "Can I ...." pausing at the ridiculousness of it. He's my brother for Christ sake. He starts again, and our minds are connected, "Can I, see you sometime this week?" A date, a tryst, a fuck, a coffee. It all runs through my mind. 

"I don't think so, not this week." He has his hand pressed to my tummy, rubbing me there over my dress, as I twist my hands together, wanting to get to yes. Still standing there on the sideboard. "I got a lot of things to catch up on. I can't even remember my kids camp schedule." [did I just fucking say that] and I pause and recover, "I'll call you in a few days. K?" It comes out wrong, but suddenly I'm tired and just need time to myself as I step back away from his touch, back onto the ground and close the door. I feel small and vulnerable.

"It was great," he says through the window. Smiles his smile at me, and his teeth take on a whole new meaning, as he rolls his window up and is gone. 

Is there ANYONE I could tell this to? No. But, hell, it's not like I go around talking about my sex life with my husband. 

But.

At least everyone in my life knows I 'do it' with him. I laugh to myself as I trudge to the house. Hell, they all think Nick is 'doing it' with Suzanne. 

Then I notice sounds from the house. Fuck. 

I realize they are home, and have the first little mini panic at the riskiness of what we had just done. 

I can hear the kids before I get to the door and shake my head. 

Mixed between, I will never do it again and when-and-where can we go to be alone and do it again, is the constant - No One Can Ever Know. I will lie, baldfaced lie to ever let anyone know, to ever hurt Nick, or my family, or my/our life. Is there a price for sin? Do we pay for our sins? The crazy thing is I never once felt guilty. Until, this moment, I am looking at my two little ones throwing their arms around me calling "Mommy!!"

God will sort it all out later. 

Right now, I just have to live my life. I ask the kids and they tell me Dad is home. Fuck, he was home too? 

I have dinner and groceries, and Dave is somewhere in the house. This moment of, did he see? Calculating angles from the upstairs windows. It will be like this now. I am thinking of my husband - finally - and I suddenly miss him and want to feel him, kiss him, smell him. I feel a momentary twang thinking how we will probably have sex tonight and how fucking sore I am. 

I put a hand to my head. I go to our room ostensibly to find Dave, but close the door, set down my bags open them quickly and throw all the nighties, bikinis, underthings covered in cum and my sex scent, into the laundry - bottom of the pile. Hide us. I feel like I still smell like a fucking feral cat. And sit down on the bed. Mine and Dave's bed, run my hand over the cover. What is this? I imagine myself laying naked with Nick. THAT can never happen, not in THIS bed. But I cannot get the image of him out of my mind. The night demon. It is probably what I will call him.

I pick up my diary flip to this weeks page and write, 'Had a great time fishing with Nick' and I pause to look at it. I can't even be true to my diary anymore. To the right I draw a little image, a fishing pole, and suggestive looking little fish. My hairy little blonde fish. I sigh. A secret code for myself, in my own diary.

Diaries are made to be read by others. 

I can't allow that to happen. 

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First Time

I finally find Dave and learn my little new world of secrets will be tested sooner than I realized. Suzanne had called and wants us all to get together this week. Dave agreed to Thursday, four days away! I pause, of course it will be fine.

The week is a blur, and it is not like I thought of it every moment of every day. No, it was more like every five minutes of every half hour of every day. And when Thursday arrives, I feel this twinge, an ache, desire. A wanting I had never felt before. All hidden away. They arrive, and HE walks in with Suzanne, his hand at the middle of her back. Such a cute couple! Normal, utterly fucking normal. Postcard normal: kids, mommy, daddy. 

I had on a nice summer dress, honestly, I picked it out for him. I also made damn sure I looked good, really really good.

His eyes meet mine, and fuck, I melt. Melt into those eyes and quirk a smile at him. Full of hidden meaning. My cheeks grow warm and that is what we share. Seconds of desire, knowing desire, wanting. Wishing a finger snap could freeze the world. I turn, walk into the house behind them and more than anything I want to be with him, I'll be honest, it was a kick in the gut.

This was all in my heart, my brain, my stomach, every invisible piece of me. To everyone else we very much acted normally as ever before. After ten minutes, it was not even difficult. It was only the beginning, to get the ball rolling, and the moment the wheel began to turn it just continued. Deception is easy. My brother and I have a lifetime of being close, as a brother and sister, we have always been with one another, done things together. We know each other better than anyone in our life. In fact, we will have a million opportunities to ....and I close down the thought as I feel a wetness grow between my legs. Not now! I glance his way, notice his easy smile, his grace, his ease. It all snaps into place, and I breath a little easier. 

But in the midst of all this normality, wondering, almost as if: Did it ever happen at all? It all begins to feel like a dream. And in snaps a little piece of guilt, with a mild determination to pretend it never did.

What the hell is he thinking? 

Is it: I don't fuck my wife, I fuck my sister now??

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I am in the kitchen, with Suzanne, and Nick walks in, pauses, stands by me. ME. I feel him at my hip. 

I turn slightly, acknowledging his presence. I know he intended to come in here and catch me alone.

As coolly as I can manage, lift my eyes to him, "What do you want?" I wanted to lean back against him, touch him, smell, brush against him. Reassure myself. I mean it has been four days since we have been 'together.' I look back, and those eyes say it all. 

"Just seeing what you two beautiful girls are fixing." Though he says it to me and the whole time his eyes are on me, and the warmth of the gaze, as we shared a truly loving connection. An entire conversation carried on as Suzanne dutifully lists the menu. So, we have this, a world of connection. Anywhere and anytime we are together. Our eyes, secretly so silently acknowledging our secret life, that it is OK, that he wants me. That we will figure things out, that we are in this together, that we are in Love. All occurring in this whirlwind of motion. Like it CAN all stop, where WE are the ones frozen in space and time. 

While we are together, alone with one another. 

I laugh at myself as he pokes his head in two more times, sees his wife and ducks back out.

I KNOW what he is up to, and am enjoying this little game. You fox!

I am his little bird, and he is waiting to find me with my wing down.

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Helping in the Pantry

The moment arrives. Well, I sort of give it to him. I needed to get some things down in the pantry in the basement. A room near the garage in our ratty basement that remains unfinished. Just utilities, laundry, boxes of junk, an old freezer and my pantry. 

Even as I am walking down the steps I know.

I take my time, walk slowly, hope he is not distracted. Hope he notices. The butterflies in my stomach are churning. 

His little bird. I feel so small and feel my fingers tingling. My wing is down. My wing is down. All alone. 

This is so wrong, my thoughts are all over the place. If he comes down I think, and a rush of adrenaline hits me, we will be breaking the first rule of our being back. But, then I am thinking he might not notice. 

But I am wrong:)

"Hey." His voice rumbles and he steps out from the darkness. 

I am standing right by the freezer, below one of only two windows down here. I did not turn on any lights and there is only the glow of the basement half window above me, giving this light bluish glow. The pantry is back away from the stairs, tucked behind a concrete wall which has a narrow opening to the room. Shall I say isolated?

I don't move, standing with my back to him. I say, "Hey" back and feel him lay his hand at my hip. I turn my head to the side, and twist it slightly toward where his hand lay and sigh, "This is soon." I say it so soft. It feels like the boat somehow. The way the light glows, the silence. Like time has stopped. But we are not alone. His fingers curling around the bone of my hip.

"I wanted to see you."

"You seen me upstairs." But I know what he means.

"Not what I ... I..." 

"I know what you mean," and pause a beat, "So. Here I am." 

I still have my back to him. Feel his presence right up behind me, feel so fucking aroused and his hand moves down, under the hem of my dress and up the bare flesh of my thighs. Oh god! His fingers on my bare skin, it is too much. 

I have a moment, a panicking, rational moment. I whisper, "Nick. We have to behave. They are right upstairs." But I can feel his hand on me, and lean forward, relish in the feel of his touch. Oh, the feel of his fingers brushing up my skin, the tips of his fingers sliding along the inside of my thighs. I am thinking, won't he be surprised! 

"I just want to look at you." I lean myself further across the chest freezer. Fuck. Everything in my brain says no. I want to say we have to go back upstairs, but I am excited. I have something for my brother. He throws the back of my skirt up over my hips, and I remain there. Surprise! I had nothing, NOTHING, on underneath. Had I thought this might happen? I just wanted the secret pleasure of standing with him bare beneath my dress, to be naked with him even if in secret. I honestly had not intended for anything....oh, and his low groan. His breath, he exhales like the snort of a horse.

"You are a bad girl," he says low, and I laugh. 

"You have to hurry. Have your look."

Ahhhh, and he does not wait, but cups his hand right over my pussy from behind, the wispy hairs of my puss splaying out from between his fingers. Palming my little peach, so nice and ripe and wet, with his whole hand. Fuck. So juicy! God I am wet. I close my eyes as he grips me tighter, as I begin undulating my hips against it, his middle finger splits me wide open, finding my clit. I love the way he can touch me now, and spread out my legs and lay flat across the top of the white chest, rocking my hips in rhythm with his touch, arching my back and feeling the gush of juices lubricating his hand between my legs. I am giving him a nice show I think. When he takes his hand away again, my head drops and I lose all sense. When nothing is happening, I look back. I see my brother fumbling with his pants! Oh my god!!

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," my voice is strained. "We can't," I protest. I can hear his zipper, and his cock poking out of his pants. 

"Sara." It's all he says. I do nothing, holding myself there, if anything, spreading my legs a bit. Permission. He says nothing more, I don't move. I feel so hot, flustered. Ready. My mind racing, they will be wondering upstairs.

I feel him moving close and tip my ass up. "Oh, Nicky." He positions himself and fills me right up. Such a sudden thrust, so big and so hard. Uh, entering me with a jolt. Oh god when it is fast it is so intense. All stretched out. Yes. Filling me in one thrust and lay my head down flat, my mind registering he is inside me. Bracing my hands for it, as he's pumping into me, fucking, fucking hard. Oh god, fucking my cunt. His chest is leaning down along my back, thrusting and I feel his breath at my ear. This stream of words, "I've wanted you so bad, you feel so good. You don't know what you do to me." His low rumbling chest, the vibration is amazing. The way his body feels. 

All I can do is whimper. "Oh. God. Nicky. Cum in me. Quick. I want to feel it. Fill me." I can't think about anything else. 

He grabs my hair, oh so wonderful. His fingers wrapped in my hair pulling me back. I am pressing into him so hard, held to him, my head bent back. God how I love that, no one has ever done that to me before and in no time, a breath, he is gushing cum into me, my body is full of him, my mouth open, panting. The ache of my pussy is back, it has been getting a thorough ravaging this week. My tongue is held over my lower lip, feeling each spurt, and then he is slipping out. I am still so fucking horny, I want to cum so bad. I want to roll over and ride him, looking back I can see his cock is still so hard. He is tucking it in and zipping up. I am still laying there obscenely naked, my dress up over my hips. 

Oh, we do not have time! I am so fucking aroused and hot, and I want more.

So this is a quickie. 

I had never done anything like this before in my life. 

I stand on unsteady legs, do not have time to clean up. Brush myself, smooth the fabric, untangle my hair, tuck some loose hairs behind my ear. My ears feel hot and red, my eyes are liquid pools, I feel like the ultimate slut, and lean into him, kiss him languorously. I want to run away. Cum is running down my legs and I let it. Gathering up the boxes and jars, remembering THESE were my reason for being down here in the first place. Handing him a few of the jars.

I grab a tissue on the way through the basement and wipe quickly a bit between my legs and toss the tissue into the laundry basket. Fuck. Nick is following in my wake, realizing how he watched me just then hitching my dress and wiping between my legs. He has seen everything now.

I turn the corner to the stairs, get to the top and Suzanne is there.

!!

The shock of which genuinely startles me. I am staring at her wide eyed feeling as if she can read my mind or see through walls. She knows what we have done!

All she says is, "I was wondering where you got off to?"

"I had to get some things and..." my mind is faltering. I need to get into the bathroom.

Her eyes drift to Nick, he continues, "She couldn't find a few things, I helped her. Another set of eyes."

She turns to leave back into the kitchen and I turn to Nick. 

Nice lie I think, and say so to him with my eyes. When Suzanne is out of the kitchen I say, "You were very bad," still smoothing my dress out still naked underneath. And every time he looked at me now he would know that, and I quirk a smile at the thought. 

"Dinner will be soon," I say.

"I'll tell the others." And he is gone.

The problem is. I wanted a fuck so bad I couldn't stand it. 

The rest of the evening was going to be torture.

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At dinner Nick says to me, "So, should we go out for our usual breakfast this Saturday?"

His eyes pleading, his words nonchalant. SATURDAY! Two days, in two days. Alone together with him. I feel everyone knows what we are doing, what we have done. How can they possibly let us do such an illicit thing? My insides jumping about, and I am so horny. I still want to cum. I can feel the ache of my clit, still feel as if his hands are on me. All these thoughts, invisible. Never mind we have had breakfast together on a regular basis for the past five years. 

So while we are together and alone, I say, "Uh, I, I mean...." I am so flustered.

And then Dave says, "Aw, go ahead. Looks like you two keep your weekends for each other. S'fine, I got you all week."

And I say, "OK," smiling uneasily. 

Permission.

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First Breakfast

Saturday comes and I am up early. No one even gets up, this also is normal. Nick and I are the ones who fish, who boat. We are the ones who rise early in the morning with the sun, who walk in the woods. And I stand at the mirror with butterflies in my stomach, and tremblingly apply a bit of makeup. A little lipstick, a little mascara. Not too much. A yellow dress, a not too subtle reference to my yellow bikini, I think to myself. I've pulled on the tiniest pair of panties, and a half cup push up bra. I feel beautiful and sexy. I want him to feel what he felt on Thursday. 

Walking downstairs to the car I am thinking: Calm. Calm. This is fine. I take a breath, drive into what will be a waking dream and walk into our usual place, The Summers Egg, and to our usual table where he is already sitting. 

Everyone knows us, and I realize we are not alone here either. It is already different than I imagined. We are known everywhere. He is my brother even at the Summers Egg.

I settle in and look across the table, an endless memory. Does not even seem like a memory. He has a coffee in his hand. I feel us, and yes, WE are still alone.

Secrets make you alone wherever you are.

"Sara!" He says it so calm. "I wasn't sure if you would make it."

I was going to say, why would that be, but knew better. "Don't be silly. I can have breakfast with my brother." And suddenly have no idea what to do with my hands, and pick up the menu which I have memorized for years.




Helping My Brother Ch. 03



He asks, "So how was your week?"

I look daggers at him, "You mean, besides Thursday!?" 

He grins, "I liked your pantry. Never been down there before."

"Oh, I think you've seen MY pantry!" I say sharply. The innuendo is caught. My cheeks glow at the memory. I sigh, "You did leave me a bit....unfinished," saying it as quiet as I can. His turn to glow a bit. Collecting myself, then, I go back to the original original question. "But, OK, my week." As I collect myself. "Well, camps are all messed up this week." The waitress arrives with my coffee, knowing I wanted one. "You would think they can call and let you know if something changes before the first day. But I worked it out. Thank god for that Chrissy next door."

"Suzanne has the same problem. The folks that run these aren't used to running things."

And our conversation, finally, proceeded to ordinary things, the same kind of conversations we've always shared. But as he's sitting there, I am noticing things a sister should not notice, the line of his jaw, those eyes, his mouth. What he tastes like. I feel myself growing warm, getting wet. Fuck, why does this happen now? His smell. My thoughts drifting to my words 'I am there for you.' All things you don't think about your own brother. And I know, I want it again, to feel him in me again. To keep what we have. And as I am looking at him, bantering back and forth, joking, I can see it. I can tell he is horny, right now, without him saying anything. But then he's a guy, so by definition he's horny all the time. But it could be me. 

Finally, a silent little pause, and we are smiling down at our silverware.

I am first, "I must say, Thursday surprised me."

"Surprised me too."

"I never, done anything like that before." What are the words. "It's been quite intense. The weekend on your boat, fishing with you was ...." I trailed off, feeling arousal. What would he say? Head down, glancing up, meeting his eyes.

He smiles, "Yeah, the fishing was pretty good." Not what I wanted.

I drive home my point, "I mean, what happens to us now?" and shift a bit, not knowing how to continue. 

Seeing my discomfort he says, "Look, Sara, I..." He sets down his napkin and sighs, "We'll be fine. Fine. I'm still getting my head around it. Nothing will change. You'll see." His optimistic bravado.

And then he took my hand. I look at him with my hand in his and say, "It already has." And he pulls his hand back. 

I stare at my coffee. He doesn't know what I am thinking, what I want, whether it will ever happen again. 

He says, "What SHOULD we do? Stop? We can. What do you want me to say?"

I am silent.

"Look, Sara what you did. What you gave me. It was selfless, and I want to thank you. For everything. You are an angel."

To that I laugh. HA! Tip my head to the side. Think that one through - a selfless angel. Twinkle my eyes at him. I selflessly fucked my brother, best sex in my life. So fucking aching sore, I can barely walk, and am sitting here thinking about his cock. I can think of a lot of things to call it, but neither selfless nor angel was on the list. 

I let out a big breath, "Nicky." And I say this as quiet as I can, "I - enjoyed - it. I enjoy it. YOU know I do. You KNOW. I was hardly, angelic." I pause and meet his eyes as my cheeks burn now, "AND my offer remains." My desire right then is so strong. "I am your sister and now your lover. I can meet those 'needs' you have you know. Lord knows you meet mine. I want to. God, I want to." I am squeezing my thighs together.

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My offer

There, I said it. What I wanted to say. That's right, nothing had changed, I wanted to be there for him. I wanted to keep helping my brother.

His eyes gain recognition. "Sara, I just want you to know I'm fine, OK, I am. You don't HAVE to do anything you don't want to do. I can figure this out." He takes my hand again. Holds my hand there in the restaurant, and for now I let him. Now Nick and I can be affectionate, but we cannot be overly so and I look around to see who is there as we have this moment. This is a small town and it is just hard for me to relax, to really say what I want, be what I want just then. The biggest risk would be for me to kiss him, which is something I really wanted to do just then. To run my fingers through his hair. To sit on the same side of the booth as him. So, after another beat, I let go. Even hand holding is a bit unusual for a brother and sister. 

And I continue, "I mean, you still have those 'needs.' Right? Nothing has changed, has it? How is Suzanne now your back?

"She's the same."

"She notice you were, um, a bit more satisfied than normal after the weekend?"

"Not really, I mean, how could she suspect anything. I was the whole weekend with you."

I touch my nose, "Touche." I am momentarily mad at the little bitch. But....

He adds, "And Thursday went, OK. I mean up top."

Our voices drop to bare whispers as I lean low over the table and begin, "Oh Yeah," Followed by, "OH GOD." shaking my head it all comes rushing back, so crazy, "We only broke like every rule I laid out for us. And you left me so fucking horny the whole rest of the meal, your lucky I didn't jump your bones in the garage."

"I came down to help."

"Oh, you helped me all right! Oh, and note to self, next time you go in the kitchen to see how 'your girls' are doing, stand next to your wife."

He blushed.

"Naw, it was fine. It was ....exactly what I needed."

"You seemed pretty ready for me." He gave a knowing grin.

I arch my brows, "You liked it fine." I touch my nose. And I got quiet again. Half in reaction to my own thoughts I add, "We have to be careful Nicky. REAL careful about this. Not the kind of thing anyone understands. I don't understand it."

"You don't have to do nothing for me, nothing you don't want."

"That is not what I mean. I CAN be there for you. Not real often, NOT in our houses. In fact, I have no fucking clue how I can. All I am saying is I can be." The impossibility of it was depressing me.

So, we let it drop. 

We said enough, and slipped back to a normal conversation. He explained the year was going to be real good for him, which also meant real busy. I knew what real good meant. He built houses, and the season begins in June. I work as a nurses aid, the helping profession (just came to me - HA) and summers were for some reason easier. But we each had kids, and a spouse, and work. It seemed really, really unworkable. But our feelings on this needed to be shared, and we shared them. It was good.

---

On the way out, our vehicles were next to each other. We walk out to them, our time together was too short, I did NOT want to leave. My whole being, body and soul, wanted to run off and be with him all day.

He is standing there and asks, "So, How WOULD we do this?" Asking the obvious next question.

"I told you, I don't know." I stood with my arms crossed staring at the ground.

"So, our houses..."

"...Are out of the question." And my minds going a million miles a minute just then, so many thoughts. And I blurt out, "How many times would we be talking about anyway, you know, if you were doing it as often as you'd like, you know, would you do it....if...if" My whole train of thought was breaking down, mainly because right then I'd love to be able to do it with him every day. I wanted him so bad, I ached.

I blush and feel silly. God I want it so bad.

He laughed. "You sound like my therapist."

I smiled and laughed back, "I am. You should be paying me!"

He says, "Well now, that WOULD just be wrong."

I take his hand step a little closer, "Yeah, now that would be." And we both look around very carefully, knowing what we are about to do. No one there and we, keeping our eyes open, lean in and kiss. He's taller and bends down so sweet, I am turned up to him. His mouth, the same one I know; and I taste, let my tongue linger and taste and feel the thrill. I feel his hand close round my breast. The light fabric and the small bra hides nothing, there is a momentary shock, and a little allowance of his hand on my tit. But, already, this is too risky and I pull back, "Nicky!" immediately backing up and look at the pavement.

I ask again, "So? How many?'

"You serious?"

"Yes I am." This is actually a serious question considering Dave likes to get it twice a week, I am really sort of freaked out about this idea of pleasing two men. 

"Sara I went seven months without nothing. Before that, Suzanne and I were down to once a month or so."

"Well, that's not enough." I am highly sexed and I shuddered at the thought of once a month. "What would be ideal?" My heart is patting away, and I am very aroused.

He laughs again, looking me up and down, "Right now. You don't want to know."

I like the compliment, feel genuinely desired. There is something about it. This hunger, this need. Somehow, the curtain is all pulled back, and the fact I am in a dress makes me go all wet inside. My body is so open and available in a dress. He has seen me naked, he has been inside me, tasted me, kissed me. It all is running through my mind with his eyes on me. Realizing how much of me he has seen.

Fuck. My cheeks are glowing, "We'll think about it," I say. "Don't have to make any decisions today."

I turn away and his hand finds my ass. I pause for him, stand there. God the pressure of his hands on me, sliding down the curve of my ass, and pressing his fingers right into the crack pushing the fabric between my legs. His fingers lingering low between my legs, so tantalizingly close. 

I drop my head and groan, and lean back into his chest. I hear him say how fine a woman I am. How he does not deserve it, and recovering myself, turn to him. I got to be with him, but not here. He's already gotten a kiss and grope, but this is too public. Too many risks for being in a parking lot, but god I was on cloud nine just then.

When...

He whispers in my ear. "What you doing the rest of the day?"

I pause. 

"I don't know." My words mew like a kitten. I know what he is going to say and feel my insides melt.

"There's a hotel. It's right up about a mile. I rented a room last night, thinking maybe."

"Last night? What good is that?"

"It's good till one o'clock TODAY."

He looks at me, and I get it.

"Sara?"

I freeze, looking into his eyes. Today, now, us together, a tryst, a fuck, oh so what I want! Our silent conversation complete, I nod my head.

"Get in your car and follow me."

--- 

But here is the thing, the hormones kick in, it's like alcohol. What can you do? You think you are being careful and you aren't. But, damn, I look down at my dress, feeling him on me. I do enjoy his hands on me. 

I am fucking following him to a hotel.

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How it Goes

Inside the room, it is the first time WE have been together alone since our boat. Us. The feeling of freedom is hard to describe. I look around the unfamiliar room, wander along the wall, look in the bathroom. It is this little dive hotel, everything is shades of brown, no cars were in the parking. 

And I walk back and fall into his arms, let him hold me for a long time. We kiss for the first time without a worry in the world, private, anonymous, it feels like forever. Time. Time. 

"We are so bad," I say. 

"The only thing I could think of."

"The night before! You knew!" I laugh as I give his arm a little mock punch, he is holding me again and his hands trail down over my butt. "The whole time. When were you going to tell me."

"When I did." I punch him again.

Four hours! I am most happy about so much time, and I want, want, want. Oh god.

His hands are rubbing over my butt, my sides and hips, moving the fabric of my dress up. I let him touch me here. Oh, so lovely to have his hands on me, so big and rough in the summer after he's been working. 

I move over to the sofa and sit down slowly. He follows and sits, I begin to play with his hair. I feel warm and hungry, watch his breath deepen as I stroke his cheek. We lean together and kiss, slow long deep kisses, he is rolling over the top of me, until I am flat on my back on the couch. He is laying between my legs and I can feel the weight of him, can feel is hard cock pressing at his pants wanting to get out.

I smile, "Feels nice."

As we are kissing his hands wander. My dress becomes completely disheveled. Wander, wander, wander. He kisses my cheek looks at me. Says, "I want you." As he says that I raise my arms up over my head. He lightly caresses my cheeks and says again, "I want you." Draws a soft line around my lips and begins kissing my neck, I tip my chin up high and stretch. He says again, "You have no idea."

I say, "I think I might. Keep doing that, and you might give ME ideas."

I feel his hands on the buttons of my yellow summer dress. Today they form a line down my whole front. Eighteen buttons, I counted them. Undone, my dress folds wide open, just l'il ole me underneath. I have on the cutest little underthings, everything is perfect. He unbuttons five of the buttons and draws his hand down my white neck, and down the center of my chest. We fall silent. My hands are still over my head, and right now he can do anything to me. Five more buttons, lower, lower. I peek my eyes out and he is trailing a line of kisses down to my navel. I reach over and pull his T-shirt off over his head and feel the warmth of his skin. 

He presses his hand over my belly, my womb. I let out a delicious moan, "Mmmmmmm. You know what I want, a massage."

"What kind of massage?"

"Any kind you want to give me."

My bra unclasps at the front and he unsnaps me, the cups open with a pop. My breasts are free and his tongue swirls around my nipples. Three more buttons undone and my panties are in view. I feel him suck me in, my nipples tightening. His teeth on me briefly. 

He says soft, "You smell so good."

His hands run over every inch of my front, every nook and cranny. 

I watch him adjust himself. "You hard?" I eye him, stating the obvious. "Take those off." Signalling to his jeans.

He stands and slides them down, and off come the briefs as well. He is standing naked, cock pointing straight up and I lift my foot and lay it over his cock, rub him with the ball of my foot. "Mmmmm. Hi. I feel a little something. . . Not so little."

I rise and in my dress with five remaining buttons at the bottom, stand and take him by the tip of his cock and walk him to the bed like I am walking a puppy on a leash. He turns and follows along, my hand reaching back tugging at his cock.

He lays down on the bed, and I stand beside him and let my dress drop around my shoulders. The bra comes off and everything down around my ankles. All I have on are my little pair of cute panties. The tiniest little triangle, little bits of string around my hips. I can't hardly stand it.

"What you wanted?" I say, and get on my knees onto the bed and lay down beside my brother. My brother, for some reason that pops in my head, and I remember who we are. The lights are low and we melt into one another, hidden away, here we can be lovers, who we want to be. Who we cannot be anywhere else. I lean in and press my breasts to his chest as we touch our mouths together and kiss and kiss and kiss. Slow, soft, touching our lips together, holding our mouths open. Touching the tips of our tongues. I open my legs and roll myself over his thigh, and begin to ride his thigh, dry humping, sliding my crotch over him. Feeling my cunny slide and working it up good, mmmm, feeling its heat and aching hunger.

I love the way he tastes, his wet mouth, his teeth on me. My hair is all fallen down around his shoulders as I ride his thigh, he is pushing it up hard between my legs, can feel my arousal and wetness dampening the crotch of my panties. 

As I ride up a little higher his cock brushes my hip and smears a line of pre-cum on me. I coo, "You're wet."

He says, "So are you."

Oh, god. I lay onto my back and hook my thumbs into my panties and slide them down. The wisps of blonde hairs, curly and soft. We are both naked, naked together now in this little room. All the windows drawn. 

He reaches down between my legs, insinuates a finger and I moan at the sudden intrusion, open my legs nice and wide. He plays with my little fur patch, running a finger down the line, opening me up, as I lift one knee and let it swing open.

"God you are so wet." I am beside myself with lust. This wanting, it just aches. "I been thinking about what you said."

"Hmmm." 

As he is touching me, caressing me, molesting me he says, "About that question you asked. How many times? I think it is three times a week, maybe four. How about that?"

I smiled, "We're doing pretty good then. I think we got four times in the bag this week."

I am thinking god has it been four times. More! It was once on Saturday, twice on Sunday, three if you count him eating me out on the boat while I was sunning myself, once on Thursday (wow), and today. Six. Oh, my body. Oh, my body. Yes, yes I can I am thinking. 

Then I rolled over. "About that massage."

He gave me the most beautiful back massage, slow and soft, and his big hands, god so good, all over my naked body. His hands running up and down my legs, my arms, between my legs. I was his little kitten soaking up every touch. We weren't in a huge rush, it wasn't the first time. It was us, together, lovers. I was helping him again, being there for him. Helping my brother. Such a good sister. Hmmmm.

"You are such a sensual lover. You must have been going crazy. Until I came along that is." I looked back to catch his eye.

"You had no idea."

I curled up under the covers and felt him follow, pressing himself to me. I snuggle up to him, "You know, I would never do anything like this with anyone else, its never dawned on me to have an affair. I'm always incredulous when I turn a guy on, I just don't believe it so I don't really even notice. It's like I'm part of a magic show in Vegas. I do see it when I'm out, you know. There is temptation sometimes. I can touch and hold it but still don't quite believe it, but when I see your eyes." I hugged him tight. "Somehow you are easier to compartmentalize."

"Thanks ... I think. It's not like I ever EVER in a million years believed we would be here like this."

"You never once thought about me, ever?" I pouted.

"You're my sister! I mean, I mean...." He was thinking what to say.

"Go ahead. Be honest. It's OK."

"I always thought you were pretty, attractive, yeah sexy. Seeing you in the house when you were, uh, less than dressed. Which you did a lot by the way. It did turn me on. Sure. But never act on it. But now...."

"So you thought I was sexy?" I was leaning toward him and then lay back flat. "You scare me you know that? But It's the most pleasant kind of fear. Like when you're in the air those seconds after diving in the pool, suspended. About to hit the water. But now, it's like we have been like this forever. Like it has been a year! God I have wanted this. I mean like this, right now. Thursday was kind of weird, amazing, but weird. And you left me so fucking frustrated!"

"I could not help myself. Honestly, you were making me crazy."

"Me!! I do love when you say that!" And we laid there reminiscing about each and every time. Each time so different. The first so wickedly hungry, the second happening in the middle of the night, my night demon. I told him that's what I would call him. And the third, god, I wanted that. It was mine, all mine. His fuck toy, tittie fucking. Eating his cum. And the fourth, my poor baby. We decided that any encounter counted, so the tittie fuck counted and him eating me out on the deck of his boat. Sex with us was EVERYTHING. I told him his breath could make me cum. Thursday, which was just plain crazy, and I described as best I could what if felt like to be empty and then to suddenly be filled to the hilt with an enormous cock, my cunny stretched out tight. "From zero to ninety in one second flat!" I lay my hand over my puss, poor baby.




Helping My Brother Ch. 03



He asked again about places, places we might get together. He told me about wanting to sneak in the house and hide somewhere, down in the laundry room maybe. All the ways, how he wanted to come to the house and sneak me out to his truck. How we could sit somewhere and be normal, and all the while we are talking he's playing with me, diddling me, drawing a line through my bush. He touches me as he says that and I am opening my legs to him, and tugging at his cock the whole time we are talking, his hands between my legs.

"Well you have me now, I am all yours here." 

I roll onto my back and he follows, laying his weight on me. Opening my legs wide, I look down between us, coming together. Feel the head of his cock nestle into my pussy lips and slip right inside, and throw my head back. Too delicious for words. I am lazy, lay back holding myself still, his ass rises and falls nice and slow. I curl my arms into my hair. His arms are down on each side of me, his legs are between mine, and I watch him ride. Feeling so stretched, and the ache of my overworked puss. I wrap my arms around his waist, slide my hands lower and cradle his ass, feeling him pump into me. So powerful, I love the way the muscles on his body feel. 

His body rising and falling, and my puss is stretched and full, rising and falling. This liquid heat inside, up inside so far. I whimper, frightened. I said how I can compartmentalize this. My mind is a tumult. I have had sex seven times in the last seven days. Five with my brother. How do you know my body's secrets? Like a drug, he is altering my body. I feel him in me, feel the heat of his chest pressed to my breasts. He rests his forehead on mine.

He says, "I've got you. You are mine today." 

Our eyes glowing upon the other. I smile, hug him tight and he rests his cock full in to the hilt and holds himself there for a moment, right there. We are looking deep into each others eyes. I am trembling. Forever. Forever. I have a permanent mental image, will forever remember that moment. Frozen in time. A moment I want to never end and in my memory it never will. You are the body of my secrets. You live in the space behind my heart. You hide in my smile, you know the taste of my tongue. When you have sex with someone, the cells of your body knows them forever, it is unalterable. Our bodies are an album of everyone we have ever slept with. I look so deeply into his eyes, unending. We are altering even our eyes. 

I am thinking, I want to shape your cock like water does clay, mold you to fit only-me from inside.

My pussy juices warm you, wet you, mold you. Spinning your cock on my wheel. We are altering ourselves, bending, moving. Body and soul, I am falling in Love. Secret Love. Hidden Love. Frightened, happy, Forever.

I want to harden your softness, and as you begin to rise and fall again you bump me lightly, then harder and harder. Over and over. My body open and revealed, as you fuck me, how I soften your fall. Oh, Nicky, the feel of you falling, I am the ground you are falling into. You are falling into me, and a part of you remains forever. Rooting into me, growing there. So I will help you, with this problem. This problem of no sex with your wife, protect you from affairs, and fighting, and stupid women who do not know you. Or women you would pay to fuck. Be safe with me my Nicky, forever. 

I can't hurt you. My heart won't let me. So fall into me again again again. Being one is becoming harder than I think. Your cum in me, no protection. Seeding me. This whole week, so much cum in me. I could become pregnant. It would be us this time. one one one. 

He is moving faster and I am gripping my legs, squeezing, leveraging myself against him. Pushing against the ridge of his cock as hard as I can. Riding, rubbing my clit right at the root, driving me wild, winding me like a clock. Amazed at how filled I am, the friction of his cock in my cunt is so perfect. So perfect. Forever. 

How you fill me, the vibration of our wet flesh. I am panting, the whites of my eyes are showing, my heart fluttering, and I am vanishing into nothing. The electricity rises through my spine, such a pleasure, and so sensitive. Feeling everything. I'm chocolate, melting. Glass melting. My cunt tastes you. I know it does, it is a mouth. It remembers, melt me, taste ME. My little peach, my piece of fruit, ripe for you. Eat me, cum in me. I am moaning now. Grinding, digging in, taking it. I want it so bad.

"Oh baby, yes, that's it, like that." I have been cooing all these things, and he is whispering in my ear, things my brain barely hears. He loves my smell, my taste, he talks of my open legs, his cock. How tight I am. Smells and hair and flesh, words like cunt and puss and fuck. His little girl. 

Let me live on your tongue, and we kiss. Pull me to you, lay me back, oh, yes, like that. I feel his heart beating in my breasts, in the depths of my tummy, in my mouth. His eyes glow like coals when he looks at me, take on the look of an animal. His hunger, his mouth and teeth bare back, ready to bite. To chase and bring down, tearing me. To eat to taste.

Your heart beats in my mouth. It is all happening to you as well. I am burning you, branding you. You will be mine. 

Mine.

Was I jealous? Is that why I offered to help. The moment I heard, I thought of the other women who would come into his life. Other women who might come between us. Have I always wanted this? No, and then doubt. 

Mine mine mine. He is moving faster, and I am grinding hard, bending, my mouth at his ear. "Oh Nicky, fuck me." Need to concentrate now, I want to cum. I can feel it. My body is ready, oh so good. So close. So fucking good. "Oh baby, keep, I'm going to ....ah, ah ah. Ride me. Harder, yes. I'm going to, god yes, make me CUM."

Lightning flashes through me, and I can't stay still, bucking against him. Trembling. Pulling him in. My cunt this mouth that is taking it. He is pounding me. He is riding hard. cum cum cum. Oh fuck yes! He is pulling my hair back, bending me into a smile. It hurts so fucking good. Oh fuck yeah. I fucking love when he does that. Oh the heat as he pulls my hair. How hungry, how fucking hungry. God dammit. I love how he needs me. Take me. Fucking take me.

My body fucking explodes. 

I whimper to no one, "Don't ever go. God I am yours. Your fucking fuck toy!"

"Oh, little girl. Fuck. I have you, your legs are so open, fucking you. I'm ready, oh, yes..." He thrusts and tenses, "I'm cumming!" His rumbling growl, and he thrusts, drives into me and clings to me. 

Oh baby, yes. Pulls me up like a rag doll. Give me everything. Take all of me! This wild ride of our bodies.

He holds, trembling, his voice so low. His rumbling chest. And still. A silence. We don't breathe, our bodies unwinding, relaxing. We lay silent, unmoving, his head drops above my shoulder. I feel his weight. Cumming is so light, a spirit, the orgasm so like air. There is nothing. No substance to it. And then his weight, the first I notice. Death has taken us away, and our bodies return. To be resurrected, bodies again, my brain is moving. Soft. Clay. 

A little bird is flitting outside our window. I can hear a car.

"Shit, Nicky, that felt good, fuck," I finally say. We are soaked. Breathless.

I cling to him, his breath in my ear, and I kiss his shoulder wet with sweat. My mouth is open, I can barely control my limbs, am panting have to breath through my mouth. Our kisses are just open mouths touching together, smiling. He laughs.

He is still inside me, god he knows what to do. Rolls me to the side with him, still inside.

Smiles. Eyes burning, breath.

I feel him softening, pulling back. I am so full of his cum, I can feel it in me, running down my thigh. 

--

I look at the clock, it is 11:30. 

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Rationalizations

We rest, we briefly sleep. There is nothing more to say for a little while, bodies entwined, nothing more. The smell of us. Damp between my legs. The growing wet spot. The smell of our sex. 

When my eyes open again, I am once again thinking of where we are. Of his nakedness, and mine. Who we are. Time. 

We will get dressed, and drive off in different directions. Secret. And how it is not really what I want. But it is. It really is. Between these lines I am yours and you are mine. Somehow we are wired for this secret. A secret I can keep. It somehow makes us human. We all live with a wall behind our heart, I have to believe that, it somehow makes me feel less alone.

I look at his mouth, relaxed and still. Can feel it everywhere on my body. We must make peace. I can feel his breathing in my womb. I almost say out loud, 'Everywhere else the rest of the world can have you. I know something they don't. I know you beyond speech beyond touch. Hidden, I feel your heart beating every night.'

And then you stand from the bed and walk into the bathroom, naked and beautiful.

And then I want to say, 'You are next to me now as close to me as my lonesomeness.' 

My eyes are wet.

I am silent.

The End

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Snippets

I can tell Nicky is a lot happier than he was, and I hope it can stay this way. We are finding secret moments, spaces, places. I keep checking in, and he and Suzanne are now getting along better than before. The reason: I am helping, it is a fact, helping my brother, but dare I say it? I am now a bit jealous of her, and every time he tells me they are getting along my mind is worried. What would happen were they to become sexual again? 

And then I wonder. I have nothing to back it up, but there have been a few times when it seems they have been sexual together. I know him now, his body, his smell. There are times. Would he actually tell me? And then I am like, it's fine if he is, and then realizing it wouldn't change anything. Not anymore. 

The fire is started, and these coals don't die.

--

I know he feels guilt over what we do. He is always thanking me, and 'checking in' telling me I can stop. Which I appreciate, but don't. I need him now as much as he needs me. The best sex of my life. And, with him I feel like my sex life is in balance, HA! I don't feel like I always want it anymore and for the first time in my life I actually have moments where it is like, what? Sex, really, again?

--

Nick is always trying to do it in our houses. Sometimes I have let him. And figuring out how to have each other in our houses continues to cross my mind, makes things easier, but more than that somehow makes the sex so crazy hot. We have figured out how to use some of the houses he is building. So bad.

I have kept one rule. Our bedrooms are out. I just can't do that. Though Nicky, ha, he'd be OK with it.

--

So, this is the crazy life, when I help my brother:

Walking toward his truck feeling happy, smiling, and naughty all at the same time. His 'sister' feeling all these things. Or being out in the backyard, everyone together and leaning close and whispering "I just need you to know how I want you." And stepping away, watching the look on his face.

His hand up my dress as I mix the salad in the kitchen when no one is there.

--

Intimacy is complicated, and is this bad? Is it cheating? I am helping my brother, and this is a case where it has had positive effects. Suzanne's withdrawal of intimate relations hurt Nick deeply, and I remember. His anger and resentment, how wound up. The pain of it. Not feeling he was a man. It would have destroyed his family. He was wounded and depressed. 

And Now?

Everyone gets along, it is what it is.

--

Close calls. Hells bells. We had one lustful moment in the hallway, and we vowed never to do that again. His back was to the living room, and my hand was in his pants. Both Dave and Suzanne walking down the hall toward us. Nothing seen, but oh god!  

It is what it is. 

--

(And we do have that hunting trip now in the plans this September)

One week of happy hunting;)



********

something about the way
my hand slides
along the smooth curve between
her ribs and her hips
and settles along her waist
and curves around to the small of
her back
to pull her closer
something about the way
our lips meet
and pull away
and electricity pulses
and our eyes connect
to share a million secrets
and hands become entangled in hair
and bodies fit against one another
like pieces of a puzzle

sappho



Helping My Brother



In my state, I was feeling an attraction, I'd loved how he was looking at me today on the boat. Our naughty talk. Offering my brother a little sexual release would be alright I thought because I loved him, lust has nothing to do with it. 

I said real quiet in the beautiful stillness, "I guess I can see two sides to sex; There is the fun, loving, emotional and intimate part of sharing yourself with someone you love and then there is the kind of sex that is merely the satisfying, primal side of it that is more like a biological need like breathing or going to the bathroom. You just have to do in order to function properly. Even though it's the same physical act. I could...be there for you, in some ways. It might sound bad, but ..." I let my words trail off still pressing to him, rubbing his arm.

He looked back at me, "You serious? You're my sister, we can't do nothing."

"I don't know about nothing. Nick, there ARE some things we can do." I reached around his waist and gave him a hug. He groaned at the human contact. 

He turned toward me and, facing each other on the log, we hugged again. He lay his head on my shoulder and stroked my back, running his big hands over the small of my back, touching my bare skin. I let him, he felt so warm. I held him close, ran my fingers through his hair.

"See. Feel nice?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"You're heart's beating so hard." And I pressed myself to him. 

After a little while of letting him hug me I thought I would go for broke. I reached down between us, not looking at him and began to run my hands over his thighs. God he was such a muscular man, not like my husband at all. He did not let go, and I did not want him to see me as we touched. No one saying anything, no laughter, just the silence all around us. The sun ready to dip below the tree line.

I broke the silence, in nearly a whisper, "You know I meant what I said before."

"I know you did."

At those words I slowly moved my hand over his crotch, real slow and gentle. Gave a light squeeze. He did not move and I didn't try to do anything else because I did not want him to freak out. He was in bluejeans so I could not exactly grab him, but I could feel he was hard. I just rubbed his cock through his jeans as he held to me. I felt his hands wander down over my ass and rub me over my shorts. He cleared his throat a couple times, but nothing else. And he did not stop me. 

"Are you okay?" 

He laughs and says "I'm fine." 

At that he reached down with his big hands, gripping my butt, and pulls me up onto his lap. 

"This is seriously stupid you know." 

The way his steel blue eyes looked into me just then, it so turned me on, it kind of scared me. I hooked my legs around his to give myself leverage and ground myself into his lap. He held his hands on my butt, pulling me back and forth over his crotch, letting me basically give him a lap dance.

That was not lost on him. He met my eyes and said, "I haven't been completely honest with you. I had gone to the strip club a few times. But it made it worse. They don't let you touch."

I was really feeling the heat of his body.

"You can touch."

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His eyes ran down my front as I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold on. The invite. He let go my ass and as I leaned back he pressed his hands over my tits.

God that felt so good.

I was watching his hands, "You like that?"

"Hmmmm."

I continued to rock myself on him, could feel the rod in his pants.

"I kiss too." And I bent in and touched his lips with mine, gripping his lower lip with mine and sort of chewed on it. His eyes glued to mine the whole time. He kept his mouth shut, and I could feel the hunger rising in him. God he felt good, and I was conflicted. 

I could do this, but what was too much? I did not think it through, he was so hard. I imagined him inside me. Would that be right? I was cheating on my husband? It was just a blend of thoughts, and his mouth opening to me, I pressed myself to him as we kissed. Not gentle or sweet, but primal and hungry like I had said sex could be. I was whimpering, don't think I ever felt such a man hold to me like this. He was strong, his hands were rough and big. He was a tall big man, and he was big down there too. Oh god, I whimpered in his arms, felt small and fragile.

I don't know how long we kissed like that, enough for me to nearly cum in my pants. We finally came up for air. I brushed a stray hair off his forehead, "Whew. You needed that," I cooed. I was out of breath.

"This is seriously weird, but yeah."

He let go of me, and it felt as if we were waking from a dream. I was still in his lap facing him, my hair all wild and my face flushed. 

He said, "It's getting dark, we need to put up the tent."

"Lets just sleep in the boat and anchor it in the cove. I like the sensation of floating."

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There was no argument.

We did not pick up our stuff off the beach, it would be there in the morning. Silently we got in the boat and pushed it out, lay anchor. The water was no more than 5 feet deep. We made the right choice because in the next ten minutes it was pitch black with a million stars.

Nick turned on a little light, that gave off the illumination about equal to a candle. He lifted a board and laid the cushions in place. It could be a table or a bed. It was not as small as a twin but not really full size. A little stiff, but I loved laying out in the boat and feel the darkness and the sensation of floating. He looked at me as the sheets and covers were put in place, and then he sat down on the bed, still looking at me.

Not lost at all on what we were doing, and feeling the electricity around getting into that bed with my brother.

"How we going to do this?"

I answered, "I brought my pajamas." In that moment I had a choice. My shirt and pants pajamas or my nightie. His eyes on me in that space, it took me a nano second to choose. 

The nightie.

Rather than telling him to turn around while I got ready, I decided to just turn around. As he sat there I turned my back and, opening my top, let it drop off my arms. He could not see nothing, though he could see I was topless. When I dropped my shorts I heard a small breath from behind me, as I stood bent slightly in the cabin in just those red panties which basically exposed my bare ass to him. I reached in my bag and pulled on my nightie, a light yellow thin fabric that came just below my butt, my nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.

I turned around, "Ready."

He had taken off his shirt, and god he looked good. He was in construction, and all that hard labor paid off, damn what that does to your chest. I could not remember the last time I had seen him with his shirt off.

He asked, "OK, if I sleep in my underwear."

I said, "It's fine." Though as I said that I reached under my nightie and pulled mine off. "Mind if I don't?"

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The covers were a hodge podge of sheets and old blankets. It was not at all cool outside, in fact the temperature felt absolutely perfect against my skin. I slid in first and he went into a little bathroom. The Head. As he came out I was all tucked in and ready for him to get in. He paused looking at me, and I patted the bed with an innocent smile on my face. "Maybe we can snuggle a little."

He slipped beneath the sheet next to me and I turned toward him.

"We can do this," I said breathing out and wrapping my arms around his chest, suddenly feeling vulnerable and needing to place some limits. "But, we can't have sex."

"Of course," he said as he slid close and lay his hand on my hip. It all felt like a dream to me.

"Anytime you need a little release, honestly, I can be available." I lay my head in the crook of his neck. "We can make this work."

"I can touch you?"

The way he asked it was so cute. I gulped, nodding my head.

His hand slid along my entire side, he was feeling a woman's body for probably the first time in months, and god it felt wonderful. I was a horny little vixen. Horny on a good day and this was plain crazy. I stretched and arced my back at his touch, and felt his hand slide around and grasp my breasts.

"This OK?"

"You can touch as much as you want." I reached out and grasped his hard cock, "Me too."

He turned the light out then, and I rolled onto my back with my arms up over my head. Feeling his hands follow me as I lay back, roaming over the top of my nightie and down my thighs. He was staying on top of the fabric. Wherever it lay he left it. Bare skin on my thighs he would touch and his hand brushed over the mound of my puss, squeezing me there and I moaned. God I was horny, I was picturing him laying on me and fucking. I could feel the rush of juices flood between my legs as his hands drifted up my body, my cunny instantly wet, and I could feel my pussy lips sliding together when I moved. My womb literally ached, and everywhere he touched me was hot and electric. My tits were hard, and my breathing was wild.

He leaned in and kissed me, his chest pressing to me. I rolled toward him and met his passion. In the blackness we kissed, and I could feel the weight of him, his bare powerful chest. I reached around his back and whimpered like a kitten. I could not believe how I felt. I could sense the flicks of light in his eyes, feel his breath on me, his grunts and for how powerful his body, how gentle his touch. As we spooned I could feel my nightie ride higher, up my thighs, and I honestly did not care. When it had risen above my hips, I was waiting for him to explore my body some more.

Would he be surprised!

And his hand wandering low suddenly felt the bare skin at my middle, tracing over my navel, he rubbed his hand down over the curly hairs of my golden brown pussy. Squeezing a hand between my legs and drawing his middle finger through my slit. I tucked my hand into his underwear and grasped his cock, it was fucking thick and I literally ached to have it inside me. I turned and pressed my entire body to him, feeling the hardness of his cock trapped between us as I rubbed my bare pussy on his thigh. He reached around and grasped my ass, running his fingers through my crack, and down between my legs from behind. I could not stand this, I was ready to cum. His whole body had me on fire, it was beyond anything I had ever felt before. It was so dark, like a demon in the night had me. Only flecks of light, of his teeth and eyes.

His voice was so deep and low, "You are so beautiful Sara. So beautiful." This beast, like out of a dream.

His kisses and the way he could bend me to his body. I loved this strength. I was literally melting, he could do anything to me. Anything at all. My body making it impossible to think.

And I rolled him onto his back, and got up on top. Wanted to feel that cock between my legs. As I sat on him I lifted my nightie over my head and off. He reaching up and grasped my breasts. I leaned down and pressed them into his mouth. He began to suck and chew on me as I gave my hard nipples to him. Oh, how does he know what I like, how I like that. His mouth was so firm, and his teeth on me, I was being marked. Molded to this body beneath me. My legs spread wide over his hips and felt my lips press onto the fabric covering his cock, the only thing separating us, as I undulated against him letting my hair fall down around his face. The heat of his body, his smell all around me. 

My voice sounded so strange, since I was talking to my brother. "You a pretty hungry boy."

"Oh god Sara I needed this. I needed you."

"I'm here." And then as if I had no thoughts left added, "You're little fuck toy. You need a little toy to play with?"

"Oh, Oh yeah." His mouth filled with my breast as he groaned, suckling me. My little boy suckling me.

I lifted myself up onto my knees and tugged at the underwear, pulling it down to his thighs and he kicked them the rest of the way off. This was getting dangerous. I settled back down and felt my pussy lips spread wide over the girth of him. My juices bursting out of me, literally puddling in his groin. I reached back and grasped his balls, this bull beneath me. God this cock inside me would be so incredible. I slid myself up and down its length, his heaving breath beneath me. If it were cold I would see steam bursting from his nostrils, this bull I was riding, my legs held as wide as I could, letting him split me down my center. He was holding me up by my tits and I could literally hold my arms out and ride. Up and down, along the length of his shaft, letting my clit grind and scrape along the veins of his cock. His cockhead catching as I slid back and tipping myself forward to give my clit better pressure, oh god, my breath left me as I lay down on him skin to skin.

"You are amazing," I panted into his mouth as I kissed him, my mouth was wet and so hungry. I plunged my tongue into him and wanted to fuck him any way I could. 

Permission.

What would he do if I said he could fuck me? Would he stop? Oh God, Could he? How would we feel tomorrow? I said I would give myself sexually to him any time he wanted. How drunk am I? Is this a mistake?

I continued to kiss him and press my breasts to his chest. We were moist, our bodies wet and warm, our skin sliding together as I rocked on him and he cradling me, holding me. Caressing me, loving me.

I posed it as a question, "Anything you want? Anything you want to do to me?"

His eyes opened, I could see the whites of his eyes, his mouth on mine. Kissing me, our naked bodies sliding together. This hunger. 

He did not answer.

His mouth nibbling a line along my jaw, he began chewing and kissing my neck. Tingles burning down my spine, oh god, I continued, "You want to fuck me don't you?"

He said nothing, deep groans. Conflicted. I could feel him continuing to kiss my shoulder, and then suckling my tits again.

"I can feel it. You can tell me, tell me if you do."

"Sara. I just ..." giving way to silence.

"It's alright. I understand." I continued to rock and slide up and down the length of his cock, and bringing myself forward let it spring up between my legs. Then slid back again catching that beautiful cock pointing straight up between my legs, and lifting myself, almost like a crouching cat. Riding his beautiful cock letting my ass rise and fall, up and down as it pressed vertically between my legs. The pressure of his cock as I rode him this way was loaded like a spring wanting to snap back against his abdomen. The way he was bent out and the way I moved, made it press right in over my vagina and catch with each thrust.

"It's all right, I cooed. It's all right. Tell me what you want." I wanted it, but was waiting for him. Say yes. Oh god, he felt so good.

And then this deep guttural moan, "Let me fuck you."

"You'll be OK. Tomorrow?"

I held my vagina right over his tip. Held myself right there for him.

"Yes. Please. Yes. Sara." I positioned myself and said, "Push."

I opened my legs as he raised his hips, working that cock in, lifting one leg higher angling myself for him. Could feel his cockhead open me, pressing me wide open. The pressure on the walls of my cunt. Oh god he was stretching me, oh god I had never felt so full. My whole body opening up as his cock plunged deep inside and I sat down into his lap. Lifting myself, letting my cunt impale itself once more. I could feel it bump deep into my womb, and when I sat upright I swear the head of his cock pushed right into my belly.

All the air went out of us and I fell onto him, he wrapped his arms around the small of my back, tugging me down. We acclimated to each other. His cock molding to me, and my pussy opening and stretching, bending his cock. We were one.

"God you are so tight Sara."

"You are so big. Oh....no idea." And I began to grind myself to his body. This piece of clay inside me. I slid my clit hard into him and his hands reaching round my thighs and between my legs, touching himself feeling his cock as it slid in and out of me. He began pumping into me, faster and faster, grunting and fucking me hard, lifting his whole body to meet me.

"Oh, put it in me," I panted.

He was pumping into me so hungrily, the desire was making me crazy. I had never felt such a lust, and his movement in me. I swear I could feel every vein of his cock itching me, scraping into me. Opening me. Stretching me out from the inside. Oh, god it was crazy and I was so turned on. I began panting and wriggling my clit, digging deep into him, riding hard against him and kissing him. As I rode, began shaking my hips against his cock, scratching such a delicious itch. And my body so hungry. Yes. I want this. Yes. could feel myself cumming. 

"Oh, baby, sweety, my love, I'm cumming." He grasped me and pulled me tight. "Oh you fucking me. Fuck. Fuck." And my body fell forward against him, as I filled with a white light. My entire soul was set fire, and I began to cry out, panting and crying. "Oh sweet jesus, you fuck. Oh fuck. Yesssss!"

I could barely breathe, barely knew where I was when, as I held to him, he lifted me right up and rolled me onto my back and lay on top, his cock still inside of me. He was thrusting into me so hard. I was trying to hold my legs as wide as I could, my knees rising on each side of him, he felt so big. His entire body falling on me, plunging inside and rising like a billows, this steel cutting into my body, completely filling me in this darkness. We were glowing now, embers, or so it seemed. My arms raised and I was pushing myself down, as his thrusts lifted pounded me into the bed. I felt as if I could see him. His glow. And it hurt, and I was grimacing and panting, "Ah Ah Ah." Too sensitive, each thrust. I was always oversensitive after I'd cum, and I could feel I was going to cum again, and it all felt so exquisitely painful. Almost too much, too much. But I was not going to stop this, it hurt with such a delirious confusion. 

I was lost, time was ended. I could feel his breath on me, fucking me with such abandon. I did not know where I was. A sea of foam.

I needed him to cum, and I began cooing in his ear, "Cum in me baby. Cum in me lover. cum for me. Let me eat your cum."

This stream of words.

"You are mine," he would groan. "Mine." 

"I'm yours, anything, you need me. Need your little fuck toy."

And he growled, "You are MY FUCK toy."

"Yes. Take my cunt. It is yours. Yours. You can put your hands in my pants any time you want. You want me, you want this cunt."

"Oh Sara, god, I...."

"No panties today. Fuck me, yea. Come on. You like my pussy, Give me your cock, I want it, put it in me. So deep, ah, ah, ah Cum in me."

Frantically he pounded on me, oh god, I was going to break. I could not go much longer. I was trembling and my body was about to explode. I was in such agony. His body was going to shatter me into pieces. I could feel him stiffen and trembling, his whole body rigid. I was a glass that was vibrating and ready to explode, and his body trembling, clinging to me.

"Cum in me baby. come on. Yes. Come on. Oh yeesss, I'm cumming." Holding my legs so wide. Holding him to me. My whole body melting, an agony so deep inside. I felt like the back of my body opened right up and he was falling right through me. Oh god. 

"Oh baby, I'm filling you." He held himself rigid over me, the weight of him and our bodies pressing together. My orgasm falling together with his, and then the ribbons of cum. Oh my fucking god. I could literally feel the cum filling me, pressing into me. God, I was swelling. His cock plunging into the fire, plunging into the sea, my salt sea. His cum quenching and his body falling against me. I was clawing his back and kissing his neck, biting his shoulder. A shudder, silence. I was looking up into the silence and....




Helping My Brother



He fell to my side. 

I couldn't breath. Could not catch my breath. Motherfucker!

We did it. After seven months, my brother fucked.

Me.

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After what must have been fifteen minutes of simply returning to consciousness, breathing, saying nothing, I sat up and turned on the little light. 

The covers were everywhere. A mirror behind the little bar showed my reflection, and from the tits up indeed I was glowing. My eyes were on fire and my hair looked like Medusa. I was the fire eater. I was life. I looked over at Nick, and with the covers pulled back, there his cock lay red, shining with cum, across his thigh. He was looking at me, not bothering to cover himself. 

The little boat floating in the midst of the heavens. 

I poured a brandy and then a second. I handed one to him, and downed mine in a single gulp.

I had never been naked in front of my brother, and now I settled back against the pillow in that little bed without the least compunction of covering myself. 

My golden pussy matted with juices, his and mine, my belly streaked with sweat. My lips swollen and bruised. My breasts so deliciously full, so sensitive from being chewed and sucked. I had never been fucked like this. What that does to a woman is hard for a man to understand.

I was marked. Stained. 

It is indelible.

I poured another brandy, and sipped it this time.

He lay a hand on my thigh stroking me softly, brushing his fingertips into my bush.

I looked at him and smiled. 

He said, "Thanks, I guess." Looking at me with puppy dog eyes.

I patted his head, "I did not plan this and, I feel weird saying this, you are fucking incredible."

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The light went out, and I lay back next to him, my brother/lover. My mind swaying uneasily between those two points of light.

I could feel him breathing softly, he had fallen immediately to sleep.

Me, not so easy.

Sex is not so casual as I had been letting on, or convincing myself. Sex alters you, the most meaningless sex has meaning. I thought about what I had said, and wondered what would require correction, editing. How does one establish a sex life with their brother? This just happened. It did and it didn't. I was not wooed. I was and I wasn't. 

It still felt like a dream from which I would wake. 

Did I say that? I said he could put his hands in my pants anytime he wanted. I said I was his fuck toy. Christ. I had offered to be his release as in he can fuck me in the future, and I wondered. Wondered about how I had opened myself so completely, to let him tap his root into my soil. They have a way of growing, of hanging on, gripping and growing into my heart. Altering us as we grow together. I let him inside me. He would be in me now, forever. Forever and ever. Once it enters it does not leave. Every man I've had sex with, there is something that remains. I love my brother, want him to be happy. 

I lay my hand at his back, sleeping like a baby, and ran it down over his ass. We both have nice asses, damn. 

I began reliving our breakfasts, and times with him, fishing. Wrestling. Picturing his smile, fishing. When was it we changed, when had I decided to have sex with my brother? Because I had chosen. My want was like nothing I'd ever felt, it scared me. The more I thought about helping Nick, the more I wanted to. What does he think really? I want Nick to know I'll love him no matter what, if this never happens again or if sometimes it does. Should this be a regular practice? I don't know how it can be.

With Nick? God, how could I possibly satisfy two men. I truly had not thought this through. 

It wasn't the incest. I've never felt anything with any of the other family men in my life. But this was so fucking hot. I grew up in a house full of men all except for mom, and living in the country where I was the only girl for miles around. So these men were all I had, and in a way I AM abnormally close to Nick. Is THAT incest?

As far as cuteness goes, my cousin was cuter, and yeah I actually did crush on him. My uncles were mean drunks, but that's different. The age difference. 

Nick rolled onto his back and unable to help myself I ran my fingers through the dark bush of his crotch, let the wiry hairs catch between my fingers. He is so delicious, so powerful, and these were the feelings which worried me. I would fall in love with him, was in love with him, and want this. Want this inside of me. Want to feel this again, again again and...I am getting wet, can feel it.

I lay back down like that with his thick cock wrapped in my hand, feeling the pulse of its heart beating.

To be continued

I am interested in your comments and thoughts. Do they spend a day together at the beach before going home? Should she be in her little yellow bikini? What happens when she gets home? What kind of little sex toy does Sara become for her brother? All fantasies welcome. Your comments are the reason I write.



Helping My Colleague After Hours



I had been working at the garden centre for about two years and over that time had become friendly with a lot of my fellow colleagues. I was especially friendly with a number of my female co-workers and was friendly with Anna the garden centres secretary. 

Recently on cigarette breaks Anna and I had been discussing her fish pond. Anna's boyfriend is a really wealthy guy and they have a huge house apparently and a huge pond. Anna was telling me about her pond one fag break and was telling me she wasn't sure about some of the fish being well. I offered to come over and have a look one evening after work if she wanted.

Anna lived about 20 minutes from my house and I offered to come round one evening after I had eaten dinner. We agreed on a time and I took down directions.

When I had eaten and changed I went around Anna's. When I got there Anna answered the door and was wearing a long brown skirt and a white blouse which was open two or three buttons and gave me a good look at her small pert breasts. 

I couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra or not at that point. Anna has blonde shoulder length hair, which she wears down. She was about 5 foot four. She smelt lovely that evening.

I'd always found Anna attractive and often wondered what it would be like to shag her. I'd fantasized about shagging her in the store rooms at work.

I was wearing a pair of jeans, smart trainers and a black t-shirt. Anna showed me through her huge house.

"Do you fancy a drink Jon?" 

"I'd love a coffee please Anna."

We went to the kitchen where Anna prepared the drinks. 

We chatted for a bit and Anna said

"Tony is away on business at the moment"

She had mentioned his conference calls the week before so I guessed he worked high up in a big multi national company. No wonder they had a huge house.

We continued to chat for a bit about work and about her house and that. She mentioned repeatedly about her boyfriend being away a lot and I felt she was a little annoyed with the whole situation. 

I asked her

"Is he away for long at a time?"

"On this occasion it's ten days."

"Blimey" I told her, "that's a long time; it must put a strain on your relationship." 

"Lots of parts of our relationship suffer but it does provide us with a good life, but..." she said "we try and speak on the phone a lot but certain things can't happen when your partner is the other side of the world a lot. You know?" 

I smiled at her and understood what she meant. 

"Anyway" she said, breaking the silence. "Shall I show you the pond?"

I followed her through the big French doors and across the lawn to her huge pond. I watched her from behind as we walked and admired her ass. Now Anna is not a slim or fat woman but she does carry a little weight around the middle but her ass was nice I have to say. 

She wore ankle boots that had a small heel and she tripped in the grass as I came up alongside her, she held out and I caught her arm to keep her upright. 

"Thank goodness there is one man around when I need him"

We laughed and proceeded to the pond. I looked at the fish and decided on a treatment for parasites for her fish: who were showing obvious signs of external parasites. 

We stayed at the side of the pond for a minute or two and Anna continued our chat from indoors.

"he has been away for a week so far, I'm glad he is coming home in a few days." 

"you must get lonely at night in such a big house."

"Yes" she replied "and the bed is always cold when I go to bed with no-one to warm me up." 

"Yeah, you mentioned earlier certain things can't be done with him so far away."

"Don't mention it" she said, "I'll get all lonely when you go. Did you want another coffee Jon?" 

"Sure that sounds nice, I'll keep you from being lonely for a bit longer."

"Thanks, it's a Friday night after all." 

"Yeah I know. What are we doing without a date on a Friday night?"

"I have an excuse, what's yours?" 

"My girlfriends at university" I said. 

"Oh, so we both get lonely then?" 

"Something like that, my beds cold at night too."

"That coffee will warm you up" she said and started to walk to the house. "Come on." She said.

I followed her and caught up and walked alongside her. 

"I'll try not to fall onto you again" she said as we crossed the lawn. 

"Its ok, I quite enjoyed it."

"I wasn't throwing myself at you, even though he has been away for a week."

"That's a shame Anna, I'd hoped you were" I said. 

I was trying to joke with her of course but I realised I was dead serious really. 

"Maybe I should then" she said. She held out her arm and I linked mine around hers as we walked back to the house and across the patio to the French doors. 

Anna opened the door for me and I walked in. 

I turned as she closed the door.

"Shall I take my shoes off Anna?" 

She turned from the doors and looked at me, then walked across to lean against the breakfast bar. 

"Well" she said, "I guess that will do as a start." She smiled at me and I smiled back understanding what I thought she meant. 

I took off my shoes and saw her watch me as I done so. I finally stood up and thought well fuck it it's now or never. 

I walked up to her and she smiled as I reached for her face she grabbed my jeans around the waist and pulled me into her for our first kiss. 

We kissed passionately; we both needed a bit of this and had both been thinking the same thing for a few minutes. I could taste the cigarette on her breath as her hands wrapped around my waist pulling me into her. 

I put one hand around the back of her neck and the other rested on her arm. 

We continued to kiss frantically as our mouths opened and exchanged saliva with one another. 

Anna pulled me closer to her and stepped back so she leant against the breakfast bar. I pushed her against it and thrust at her so she knew my cock was growing fast in my jeans.

Anna's hand went up under my shirt and it felt great to feel her warm hands on my skin. I could feel her pulling me into her harder with each thrust as we humped against her kitchen breakfast bar. 

I continued to thrust at her as I playfully bit her lip. She soon responded to my urges as she began to lift my shirt up. 

I hadn't expected this at all and I was happy just to have kissed her but soon my penis had told me I wanted to fuck her and her actions were confirming she wanted to be fucked too. 

We broke our kiss as she lifted my t-shirt over my head and tossed it onto the floor. She ran a hand up my chest and resumed pulling our groins together. 

My hands then went to grab her breast, they had always looked small and pert but now when I was holding them in my hand they seemed bigger than I'd imagined, my luck was obviously going to be in tonight. 

I fumbled to undo her blouse whilst still kissing her, she was insatiable. Eventually I had undone all four buttons and quickly pushed the blouse back off her shoulders and she helped me as it dropped to the floor to my right. 

Anna was wearing a white lace bra and I could see her nipples poking through it as I cupped her tits again in my hands. 

She let out a little moan as I squeezed her tits and this encouraged me to reach round and release those little beauties quicker than I would normally have. 

She pulled the strap off her shoulder as I undone the back and quickly threw it off her. It hung on the arm of a nearby stool. 

I squeezed her left breast again and broke a kiss to take one of her erect nipples into my warm mouth slick with our saliva. 

"Ooh Jon" she moaned as I sucked her tit. 

She reached for my waist and fiercely pulled me into her groin a few times before reaching for my belt. I went back and kissed her as my fingers tweaked her slippery nipple. She had my belt undone in no time and luckily soon realised my button fly jeans could pull open easily. 

My cock sprang out against my Calvin Klein boxers as she pushed my jeans off my hips and down my thighs. She crouched to help get them over my knees as she bent down she kissed my chest and licked my nipple. 

As she went lower she rubbed my cock through my boxers. 

"Get these off" she frantically said as she helped me out of my jeans. 

I kicked them across the room crashing into the huge refrigerator opposite us. 

If only her fucking boyfriend had taken care of this sex starved 35 year old I might not be sliding open the zip to her skirt and forcing it down her toned legs. I thought.

She had my cock in her hand now as she was dragging my boxer shorts down. I had finally got her skirt to drop to the floor. Now I was left in my socks and she in a pair of silk knickers. 

My next move was swift as I quickly pulled my socks off. I stood back up and cupped her pussy through her underwear as I kissed her again and grabbed another one of her luscious tits in my left hand.

I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy as I rubbed her. She held my cock and I felt her soft thighs rub against my swollen cock head. My finger teased under her knickers and I found her waiting snatch wet and begging to be fingered. 

I slipped my middle finger into her and rubbed the front of her pussy. She moaned in my ear as she leant against my shoulder.

I continued to slip in and out of her slippery cunt as she bit my shoulder. 

I was obviously hitting the right spot as she had forgotten my cock and was obviously just focussed on her g-spot being pressed by my firm fingering. 

I thrust my cock against her leg as I smeared pre cum against her leg. 

"God Jon, please don't stop" she moaned in my ear. 

I had no intention of doing that as I continued to finger her hard. I grabbed a breast and twisted her gorgeous nipples once more. 

"Argh, yes, Jon that's so good" she moaned as I pulled on her nipples.

"Please" she said, "fuck me now." 

I didn't need to hear again and quickly removed my finger. 

Pushing her knickers down she wiggled to let them drop to the floor. I kissed her and our hands intertwined for a few seconds before I spun her around to face the breakfast bar. 

I spat on my hand and rubbed my saliva all over my bulbous cock head. 

Anna bent right over the breakfast bar and I watched her nipple rub against the marble surface. I spread her legs with the slightest of touches. There was nothing needed to be said. We knew we had to do this. 

I pushed my cock against her slippery pussy and it slipped between her velvety lips. 

I pushed again and buried my cock in her as she let out a moan which filled the kitchen and the whole house no doubt.

"Oh yes" she whispered as I pushed in further. I was now as deep as I could go and she could feel my whole length inside her as I slowly withdrew a few inches before sliding back in to the hilt once more. 

I continued to do this for a minute, slowly removing my cock a few inches and burying it back as deep as I could. 

My hands gripped her waist and pulled her into me. Anna's hands were flat against the marble surface and I watched her nails try in vain to get a grip as she was sliding back and forth across the kitchen worktop. 

She was smiling with her eyes closed as I continued to pump into her. 

Her mouth, slightly open all the time and it opened and closed repeatedly each time I thrust into her. 

She moaned against the counter as her tits bounced off the cold surface.

"Harder" she said to me as I continued to fuck her from behind. 

I began to fuck her harder as she asked me so nicely. 

"Jon please FUCK me harder" she repeated, 

"Faster eh? You like that?" 

"Please. Oh fuck I love your cock"

I was in heaven; her tight middle aged pussy was sending me into ecstasy. 

I gripped her hips harder as I began to screw her with renewed vigour. Faster and harder we fucked. 

I could feel her pushing back at me with each thrust. My balls slapping against her pert ass. 

Now Anna had began to make little yelps and the whole downstairs was filled with our moans of pleasure and the sounds of our slippery fucking, in and out. 

My legs were slapping against the back of her legs. I was pumping into her so deeply now. Her knees were banging into the sides of the worktop. 

My cock was feeling amazing. I couldn't believe this sexy middle aged woman wanted me as much as I had always wanted her and we were finally fucking each other. 

"Oh Jon yes" she screamed as her hands fumbled to grip the table top still. I had leant back with my eyes closed now as I felt close to my orgasm. 

Anna's hands brought me back to reality as she accidentally knocked the jar of coffee over on the counter. The granules scattered all over the table and spilled onto the floor opposite side of the desk. 

Anna giggled and then moaned as I pulled her into me harder still. The scene in front of me was one of the horniest things I had seen and it was happening to me. I then remembered Anna was still wearing her boots. Being shorter than me they had helped keep her pussy at the perfect height for fucking. 

I glanced down to see her standing in front of me with just a pair of brown boots on as she bent over the breakfast bar in front of me. 

"Oh god Jon" she moaned, "fuck me harder" she screamed as I increased my speed even more. 

The sight of her boots had pushed me over the edge. I was moments away from coming as I plunged into her still. 

Anna's face was now resting against the worktop as I brutally fucked her from behind. 

Her hands struggling for grip she could feel the coffee granules against her skin. She reached down between her legs and began teasing her own clitoris as I banged her harder than ever. 

My cock began to tingle and I knew I was about to blow. 

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum Anna, FUCK"

I gripped her tightly as I began to ejaculate into her dripping grasp. 

Finally coming was amazing for me. It felt so good; it was one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. I guess the spasming cock inside her pushed Anna over the edge as she moaned a high pitched moan as she fingered her own clit to a powerful orgasm immediately after mine as I continued to bury my cock into her. 

"Ar god, oh yes" she screamed. I'd never been with a woman who made so much noise as she came. "Oh Jon yes. Yes, oh god I'm cumming hard"

She screamed as she pushed back at me even more. After about a minute I realised she had come down and we began to slow our pace. She wriggled her as at me as I began to slowly fuck her once more. 

My cock kept twitching with pleasure and I could feel her pussy muscles grip me, milking me of all my cum. 

Finally we stopped and I slipped out of her. She stood upright and I cuddled her from behind and nuzzled her neck.

"Jon that was amazing" she said. I was breathless but managed a reply. 

"You are so sexy" I told her. "I've never been with a woman that turned me on like that." 

"Thanks" She smiled and purred in my ear as I kissed her shoulder.

Anna turned and looked at me.

"you want a glass of water? I think that would be easier than coffee" she said laughing as she waved at the coffee granules scattered all over her kitchen worktop and floor. 

Anna went to the cupboard and got a glass and filled it from bottle in the fridge. She opened the door and my jeans were pushed into the middle of the room.

We stood looking out across the garden out of the French doors as drank our glass of water. Anna stood naked in front of me as I wrapped my arms around her shoulders. We shared a cigarette and said nothing. Anna stubbed the fag out on an ash tray on a nearby table and turned to me. 

"Jon that was fantastic. I've always been faithful in the past but just something about tonight made me want that so badly. I've never been fucked like that before" she said. "Tony never makes me come like that. I rarely come with him at all but then he normally just wants to jump on top of me and shag me until he comes before rolling off and going to bed. You fucked me so well and have just cuddled me like a man should do afterwards."

I nodded at her 

"The pleasure was all mine Anna. I haven't come like that it ages. You are an incredible lover." 

She came over and kissed me. 

"I know we can't have an affair, we both have partners but just tonight, will you stay and make love to me?" 

"Of course I will" I said. She cuddled me and I could feel her breast against my chest. She kissed my chest and grabbed my bum. 

"God I've always admired your arse Jon." I grabbed her hair behind her head and pulled her face round to kiss me. 

Our hands wandered and before we knew it Anna was pushing me up against her fridge. My back slammed into the fridge and we kissed again, Anna's hand grabbed my already hardening cock and began stroking me, pulling on my cock with expertise I'd not experienced before. She knew how to work a cock. 

"Upstairs" she said and pulled me after her, she raced up stairs but at the top I pulled her back, spinning her around. It was her turn to be pushed against the wall. 

My now rock hard cock pressed against her belly as we kissed passionately on the balcony. I lifted her leg up under the knee and she knew what I wanted, she grabbed my penis and worked it against her wet cunt before I inched into her once again. 

Once inside her I lifted her other leg and with some difficulty we managed to lift her off her feet completely and I began to fuck her against the wall of her landing. 

Anna moaned and closed her eyes as I continued to fuck her against her wall. 

WE screwed like this for a good few minutes, her hands pulling ,y head inot hers as we kissed wildly.

I was beginning to show signs of being tired after a few minutes but tried to keep going. 

I lowered my head and began to lick her tits but I couldn't keep her up any more. Anna's feet dropped to the floor and she soon lay on the floor before me. 

Without hesitation I got on the floor and slipped in easily. This woman was wet and wanted me badly. 

"Jon, I want you to fuck me until I come" she begged. 

I went slowly again at first building up the tension until she finally had enough and buried her nails into my ass cheeks. 

"Fuck me Jon, oh god fuck me." I started pumping her again with earnest and was nailing her to the floor. She kissed and sucked at my face all the while we fucked and held my head in her hands. 

Before long I knew she was getting close and I began to lick my way down to her tits again. Taking a nipple into my mouth and swirling it around with my tongue must have forced Anna over the edge again as she began thrusting in irregular rhythm once more. 

Her pussy tightened around my cock as she simply shouted 

"YES" at the top of her voice, before coming once more. I lasted another minute before I too felt my balls tighten. "Oh Anna" I said as another huge orgasm explode from my cock. We lay on the floor for a minute or two before Anna said she was going numb. I climbed off her and helped her to her feet. 

She led me into her bedroom and I couldn't believe the size of her bed, it was a huge king size bed. It was a four poster, naturally, her boyfriend obviously insisted on showering his money on their house. 

Pity he couldn't shag his girlfriend a bit more but then I was the beneficiary of that mistake. What did I care?

Anna went out to the en-suite bathroom as I climbed onto the satin sheets of her bed. I lay back and closed my eyes for a minute. 

Before long Anna returned and climbed into the bed. I naturally followed suit and before long we were kissing under the satin sheets. 

"It's a pity Tony doesn't do this for me!" We lay in each others arms and fell asleep.

I awoke in the middle of the night and tiptoed to the bathroom for a piss. When I returned Anna rolled over to me and kissed my neck. I kissed the top of her head and before too long we were kissing again. 




Helping My Colleague After Hours



Anna and I's hands roamed over each others bodies. I'd never have expected this when I arrived earlier that evening but before long Anna's head disappeared under the sheets and she began licking my cock to full attention again. 

We'd hardly spoken since we returned indoors from looking at her pond but words were not needed tonight. We both wanted the same thing and that was to have a passionate night of hot sex and mind blowing orgasms. 

Anna's blow jobs were as expert as the way she handled my penis earlier and before long my hand was pushing her head up and down as I came deep into her mouth. She swallowed the lot before kissing her way back up my body. 

"Night" she whispered in the dark before curling up on my chest and falling asleep.

Not only was this hot woman gagging for my cock but she was willing to give me a blow job in the middle of the night, in her boyfriends bed and then simply kiss me goodnight and go back to sleep. Maybe her pussy couldn't take any more after the good shagging she'd had twice earlier.

I fell asleep a happy man.

The next morning I awoke to hear Anna in her shower. It was seven in the morning and I had work that morning at 9. I walked into her bathroom and could see her silhouette behind the frosted glass of her shower. I took a pee and my cock began to harden as I watched her again. She finished showering and opened the shower door. She saw me and smiled, 

"Morning Sexy" she said. 

"Morning" I replied, "you're up early?" 

"I was going to get you some breakfast before you go to work." 

"That won't be needed" I said as I took her hand and pulled her to me. 

Her naked wet body pressed against my naked skin and we kissed. 

Before long I was dragging her out of the bathroom and tossing her on the satin bed. My head went between her open legs and I began licking her clean pussy. 

She soon became wet and urged me to use my fingers as well. Just like the night before I pressed firmly on her g spot at the front of her cunt and before long her moans filled the room. It took just 3 or 4 minutes before her legs clamped around my head, holding my tongue in place as she came from my eager tonguing. 

I lifted my head finally to see her satin sheets bunched up between each fist as she had clawed at them whilst coming. I moved up above her and sank my rock hard cock into her wet cunt once more. 

"Yes" she said, "fuck me again...... Oh, yes." I pounded at her, the noise she was making drove me on. She moaned into my ear as I came quickly this time. Not as powerful as the night before but then it was my fourth orgasm in less than 11 hours.

It wad just gone 7:30 when Anna rolled me off her and said, she would go and make breakfast. As she walked away I could see her red back. She had got one mother of a carpet burn from the landing the night before. 

"Is egg on toast ok Jon?" she turned and I said. 

"That's perfect." I looked at her bruised knees now. They must have been slamming against the worktop harder than I'd thought yesterday evening. 

I went downstairs dressed in Anna's dressing gown and gathered my clothes while she cooked our breakfast. 

We began to hand each other our clothes and exchange cheeky smiles. 

"I don't know how that got there?" she said as I peeled her bra off the stool and handed it to her. 

"No chance of any coffee" I said laughing at the mess on the floor. 

"I don't need the caffeine Jon" she said. "You woke me up 10 minutes ago!" 

We laughed and I kissed her again. She looked great naked but there was something extra sexy about the way her naked body was holding a pile of the clothes I had torn off her gagging body the evening before.

We ate breakfast in the living room as the breakfast bar was strewn with coffee. 

"I need to leave for work in 20 minutes." 

"I'd better go and clear up too; my mother to be is coming round in a bit to go shopping for wedding outfits with her."

"My god Anna, you were engaged!" 

"yeah, sorry, it can be our secret though right Jon?"

"You are getting married to him?" 

"Well, yeah I am, but that doesn't mean he will stop having to go away for days on end. I think you and I could have quite an arrangement going if you wanted it?"

"Oh man, I'd like that" I said.

We kissed and I got up to get ready. 

"Can I go upstairs and get cleaned up?" I asked. 

"Sure" she replied, "my toothbrush is the blue one."

I was dressed soon and wandered back downstairs. Anna came to see me off. She gave me an envelope. 

"Open it later when you think of me" she said. 

"I'll see you on Monday morning" 

"Unless you need to bring that fish treatment over before hand?" she smiled. 

I kissed Anna goodbye on her doorstep and thanked god they lived in an area where no neighbours could see her tongue slide around my mouth. 

She cupped my groin and said she was looking forward to our next get together. I kissed her again and got into my car and left.

Later that day I was thinking about the night before. Fuck me what a night. Then I suddenly remembered the envelope Anna had given me.

I went back out to my car and opened the glove box and pulled out the envelope. Inside it was a note; it had her phone number on it and dates for the next two months. 

These are the days Tony is away and I'll be at home with a cold bed. 

I reached further into the envelope and pulled out a pair of silky knickers, something also fell onto the floor of my car. 

I glanced around to see no-one was looking and then took a long deep breath threw her underwear. 

"Oh yes" I said out loud, "these are the ones I yanked off her fine ass last night." 

I looked on the floor after I stuffed her knickers back in the envelope and found a key. 

She obviously wanted me to let myself in late one night and go upstairs and shag her brains out again. I was definitely going to do that. 

I also knew I was going to have that sexy bitch at work as well. Monday looked a much better prospect than it ever had before.



Helping My Cousin Move



It was just after I turned 18 that I went to visit my oldest cousin, Samantha. She was 23 and in college. When I say visit I mean help her move out of her apartment because she was a lazy, self-centered bitch. Let me tell you a bit about her, she's got an annoying round face and is fat but continues to think she can squeeze herself into much smaller clothes than she needs to wear. When I say fat I don't mean like she is huge, just tending towards the thick side. She's not ugly, but she was certainly not on my list of girls I'd fuck until this week. When I got to her apartment she answered the door in a tiny tank top and booty shorts that squeezed her thighs and pressed up into her cunt. As she turned around I could see that the shorts also separated her ass cheeks in a way that would have been hot on a different girl. 

"Hi Samantha. It looks like you haven't gotten much done in here yet," I said as I surveyed to apartment which was covered in dirty clothes, dishes which would need to be washed and other bits of trash that needed to be picked up and thrown out. As I saw the living room I groaned inwardly because I knew I'd be sleeping on an old lumpy armchair. This was going to be a long week for me. She might have been a social butterfly as it was, but she lived like a loner, a single chair in the living room with no TV or anything else that could keep me sane for the next week.

The first day passed in much the way I thought it would with me performing most of the heavy work and her sitting around complaining that she was so tired. But things began to change that night. After we, or rather I had finished for the day she ordered us Chinese and she asked if I wanted to watch a movie. I agreed and we climbed onto her bed to watch some movie or other, though I'm not sure what it was now that I think back on it. We sat watching the movie, eating dinner and for a nice change of pace between us, getting along pretty well. After we had finished eating, me throwing the trash away, she put in a different movie that I once again can't recall the name to. The opening sequence had barely finished when she jumped up to get ready for bed, which wasn't surprising considering the time. She went into the bathroom and coming back into the room in a few moments, her larger breasts swinging underneath her tight top, but she was still wearing her tight booty shorts and the same top. She climbed onto the bed and under the covers. I had been sitting mostly still for over an hour and was now uncomfortably cold and shivering on the bed. 

"If you're cold why not get under the covers with me Steven?"

I couldn't argue with her logic so I pulled up the covers and slid in behind her, propping myself up on one of my elbows so I could keep watching the movie. The movie ended up having an incredibly hot sex scene in it and I hadn't gotten laid in a while so I quickly sprouted and erection. Samantha seemed to choose that exact moment to scoot back against me and she immediately noticed my hard cock poking between her heavy ass checks. 

"Looks like someone is excited," she laughed but didn't move away. 

"It's just been awhile and then the movie is all."

"Well, I must say it seems like you've grown into a healthy young man," she said as she wiggled her ass on my cock. Thankfully she let it drop after that and we went back to the movie with my cock still resting in the warm confines of her ass cheeks. 

The movie finally ended, but my erection hadn't quit yet, but I started to get up when she stopped me.

"You can stay Steven. I'd hate to make you sleep on that armchair. I never even use it and I don't know why I keep it around."

"You sure," I asked, staring at her dubiously expecting some trick. 

"Yea. I mean there' s more than enough room for both of us. Even with you sporting that monster in your pants, I think we can manage to fit," she said as she smiled at me. I silently weighed my options before settling back down onto the bed and settling in. She wasted no time in pressing her ass back against my raging cock and I swear every few minutes she'd wiggle her ass just to help keep me hard. I laid in an incredibly awkward way until she grabbed my arm and draped it over her so we were spooning more fully. 

The next morning I woke to find myself still pressed cock first against the back of my cousin. Apparently my erection had stayed throughout the night and was now painful, I knew I had to get some relief and soon but I didn't want to jack off in my cousins tiny apartment. I slowly climbed out of the bed and went to take a cold shower. When I got out of the shower my erection had died down and I headed out to the kitchen to begin working. I'd finished the dishes and was stacking anything that looked important on the table when she came out of her room, dressed in the same booty shorts as the day before, but a fresh tank top. The rest of the day actually surprised me because she actually worked, sorting trash and moving boxes and hauling the garbage out of the house all without complaining. I finally couldn't work anymore that day so I flopped onto the armchair and she quickly flopped onto my lap, wiggling her ass into my crouch. 

"Aww you aren't hard anymore."

"Uh... No, it had to go away sometime."

She laughed and asked me what I wanted for dinner as she jumped up and got the phone. 

"Pizza is fine with me." 

"Okay. What do you want to drink? We drank the last of the soda last night. Do you drink beer?"

"That's fine too," I told her and she quickly handed me one.

Twenty minutes later we were curled back up on her bed, drinking beer and eating pizza and watching another movie. When we finished she threw away the trash and brought us each another beer. When the movie was over she hopped up to get ready for bed, but she surprised me when she reached under her top and remove her bra in front of me. She popped in another movie and climbed back onto the beck, stretching her shoulders. 

"Umm, could you rub my shoulders for me? My neck and back really hurts."

Inwardly I was cursing her, but I reached up and gently rubbed her shoulders and while I'm sure I wasn't doing a good job, because I didn't want to do this, but she moaned quietly. 

"That feels great, Steven. Think you could do my whole back?"

"I guess I can. Just lay down."

She stretched out on her stomach with me sitting next to her rubbing her back. I know from the angle that I was sitting I couldn't be doing a good job. Couldn't have been applying much, if any pressure to her back for a massage but she still moaned deep in her throat. It was a sexual noise and my body responded and my erection grew again and I knew this one was going to be just as bad as the night before. 

"Oh God, Steven this feels so good," she moaned, "but I think it'd feel better if you straddled my legs." I knew I should have stayed where I was but despite my better instincts I climbed up on her legs, my cock snuggling itself into her ass cheeks again.

"Looks like someone is up again," she moaned as I slid my hands down her back. I was going to need some relief and soon, she was driving me crazy and I didn't know what to do to fix it. I kept rubbing her back until the movie was over and climbed off her. 

"Ready for bed," she asked as she shut off the TV. 

"Yea, I guess I am," I told her and lay back on top of the covers. She leaned back and pulled her shorts off, revealing a black thong that was straining to hide all of her. She started to climb under the covers when she looked at me, "you can't sleep in your jeans again. That's got to be uncomfortable."

"I'm fine," I told her still laying there.

"You might be fine, but you're in my bed and I have rules. One of those rules is 'no pants' so lose them." I shook my head and lay there. 

"Guess I'll do it myself," she said and reached over starting to undo the button on my jeans. I thought about stopping her, but my erection argued with me and I lost out as she pulled my pants down. I even lifted my hips to help her and the second my jeans were below my cock it sprang up making a tent in my boxers. 

"Wow, you do have a monster down here," she whispered but quickly climbed under the covers rolling away from me. I sighed and climbed lifted the covers to climb under them, catching sight of her ass and the thong that was swallowed by it. I actually paused for a moment to drink in the sight and thought to myself that she actually had a pretty decent ass on her before I climbed under the covers. She quickly slid back against me and my cock poked her ass again. 

The next morning I woke up before her again, my cock still buried where it was last night and I growled to myself slightly. I was going to go insane and she was going to cause it. I thought about getting up, but my erection won out again and instead I reached around her and pulled her ass closer to me. She moaned gently and wiggled her ass against me. In about an hour she woke up and climbed out of bed without saying anything to me, not bothering to put on any other clothes. I groaned and followed her out of bed, not bothering to put on my pants. I knew she was teasing me, and I thought it was fucked up, but two could play this game. When I went into the kitchen I found her leaning over the table her ass jutting out at me. I almost lost it there, but instead turned around and went to take a cold shower. If I had stayed I think I might have fucked her on that table right then. After I emerged from the shower she disappeared into the bathroom and I dove into cleaning the apartment and actually managed to finish the majority of the work before she appeared again. This time she was wearing a different thong, lacy and white with a white tank top. The rest of that day passed in agony with my erection coming back in full in only a few moments from her bending over in front of me, wiggling her ass at me. I finally broke that night at around 7. We had finally finished cleaning and packing for the day and climbed onto her bed to eat and watch another movie. After we finished eating she looked at me, "how about another massage?" 

I shrugged as she lay on her stomach. She turned her head away from me, towards the movie and I finally had enough of the teasing so I leaned up and pulled my boxers off and grabbed her thong ripping it off of her, I forced her legs apart and climbed between them. I held her down with one hand and used the other to guide myself into her tight pussy. 

"Oh God, yes Steven! I've been waiting for you to do this. Teasing you since you got here. Fuck me, Steven! Fuck me hard," she moaned loudly as I began to pound her cunt. I looked down at her ass as it jiggled every time I slammed into her, making her moan louder. I gripped her hips, fucking her as hard as I could manage making her groan.

"Yes. Yes! Yes, I'm cumming, Steven," she screamed and I felt her pussy clamping down on my cock. 

"Spread your ass for me," I said and she quickly obeyed me, spreading her ample cheeks so I could see my cock disappearing into her pussy. I didn't care about her as I pounded into her cunt, I just wanted to cum so badly.

"God, Steven, you're like an animal," she moaned as I twined my hand in her hair and pulled her head backward making her cum again. It didn't take me long to approach my orgasm, I could feel my balls churning up a hot loud of cum which I intended to spray all over this amazing ass. I finally pulled out of her now well-used pussy and jerked myself, spraying cum on her ass. She moaned loudly and I spun her around, pulling her head down to my cock. 

"Taste yourself on me, suck it, slut!" 

She quickly opened her mouth and sucked it into her mouth, tasting her pussy as she sucked on my cock hard to pull the last of my cum out of my cock. I sighed as she continued to gently suck on my cock and I leaned back.

"God, that was amazing, Sam," I whispered.

"Mm-hmm," she moaned around my cock and looked up at me. 

"How about for the rest of the time I'm here, you just stay naked because this isn't going to be only a one time thing."

"Sounds good to me, Steven," she said as she pulled my cock out of her mouth with a pop. I was already getting hard again and I was going to ravage her again. 

Reaching down I grabbed the edge of her shirt and pulling it up over her head freeing her huge tits. 

"Oh these look good," I whispered as I leaned down and took one of her large nipples into my mouth biting it gently.

"Yes, bite my nipple. I love it," she groaned and grabbed my head holding it onto her tit. I sucked and bit her nipple for a few minutes before gently pulling my head away from her hand and sliding down to get my first good look at her pussy. Her pussy was shaven completely smooth and her lips were puffy and wet and I couldn't help myself so I dove into it tasting her for the first time. She had the best tasting pussy I had ever gotten to eat and the more I went down on her the wetter she got. Her pussy literally dripping down to her asshole as I dug my tongue into her hole and tongue fucked her to an orgasm that covered my face in her cum.

"God you taste amazing, Sam," I told her as I slid back up her body and kissed her gently. I leaned back and slid my cock head along her slit, "do you want this, Sam?"

"Yes, Steven. Please give it to me. Fuck me till you fill me up," she moaned deep in her throat, a sexual noise that made me want her even more. She moaned loudly as I slid deeply into her tight cunt again and fucked her slowly. The first time had been about my pleasure, but this time was about her. I fucked her to a slow, but powerful orgasm before rolling over and letting her on top. I groaned as she bounced on my cock, her tits flopping in my face called me and I leaned up to take one of her nipples into my mouth sucking on it again as I clutched and kneaded her great ass cheeks. It didn't take her long to fuck herself to another powerful orgasm that left her quivering and impaled on my throbbing shaft. I was discovering that she came easily but powerfully, but I hadn't seen her strongest orgasm yet. I moved slightly and she shivered and moaned, her pussy clamping on my cock again. I rolled us back over and pulled out of her, making her moan in disappointment before I rolled her over and pulled her ass up into the air.

I had fucked her from behind twice, but it was already my favorite because of the way her ass jiggled at every thrust just made me hornier and made my cock throb harder as I fucked her. I spanked her ass hard; making her moan so I smacked it again.

"You've been a bad girl, teasing me, and now I'm gonna make your sexy ass red for that," I told her as I continued to spank her as I kept fucking her. 

"Yes, Steven. Spank me, fuck me and fill me up with your cum," she groaned and fucked her ass back at me. 

"Cum in you? Are you on the pill?"

"Yes," she groaned as I felt her fingers on the bottom of my dick so I knew she was rubbing her clit. I fucked her harder, making her moan again and cum. Her pussy clamed down again and my thighs got soaked as she squirted and collapsed onto the bed causing my cock to come out of her cunt as she moaned and writhed on the bed under me. I didn't give her the chance to recover before I rolled her onto her back and stuffed myself back into her, fucking her roughly and making her scream under me. I leaned down and bit her neck as my second orgasm of the night approached and I prepared to fill her hole with my cum. I felt my balls tighten and leaned up and looked at her as the first wave of my orgasm shot into her wet and waiting pussy. I finally rolled off of her as my cock wilted, we both sat there panting for a moment before she snuggled up to me and we quickly fell asleep. 

The next morning I woke to the warm sensation of her mouth servicing my cock. She was deep throating me with her tongue slipping out to tickle my balls. I pretended to be asleep as she serviced me, popping my cock out of her mouth to lick the shaft and suck my balls into her mouth, massaging them with her tongue. I soon filled her mouth with my cum and she didn't even bat an eye as she swallowed it, sucking it down. She smacked her lips as she slid up my body, nibbling my earlobe, "I know you're awake, Steven."

I moaned and smiled at her before kissing her gently, "that was a great way to wake up."

"I'm starved," she whispered.

"Really? After the load you just swallowed," I laughed and caught her hand before she could slap me more than once. 

"Come on," she giggled as she rolled out of bed and headed to the kitchen. 

After breakfast she was leaning over the table to get a plate when I stepped up behind her and pushed my cock into her for the third time. She moaned and reached back to spread her ass cheeks for me and I looked down to see her asshole winking up at me. I grabbed her ass and pushed my thumb into her asshole.

"Oh, Steven, I've never had anything up there."

"Well, Sam, I think we'll have to change that. Care to try it," I asked as I thrust hard into her making her moan loudly. 

"Hmm I think I will try, but not till tonight. We have work today and that can be your reward for working so... hard!" She screamed the last word as I began to fuck her harder, wanting to empty my load in her before we got started. He ass was going to be mine tonight, but I'll tell you about that later.



Helping My Friend's Mom



My buddy Tom asked me to do a favor for him. His mom and dad were divorced now and Tom was going to stay with his dad for the week. Tom wanted to know if I could check in on his mom, Carla, and give her a hand around the house. I told him it would be no problem and I would stop by Saturday. I did as Tom asked and Tom's mom answered the door that morning.

I almost did a double take. Carla was in a short robe that barely covered her crotch. Did she normally dress this way around Tom I wondered? 

"Tom asked me to stop by and give you a hand," I told her.

"Come on in Bobby, sorry I haven't got dressed yet."

I certainly didn't mind looking at Carla. For a woman in her forties she was damn attractive still. Carla had brown hair down to her shoulders and was very curvy. I thought her boobs were going to pop out from that robe she wore. She asked if I could take the garbage bag out to the can for starters. It was full and too heavy for her. That was easy enough I thought. She had me do a few more tasks and then she offered me a drink.

It was a little early to be drinking I thought, but a beer should sure taste good. She got the bottle for me and then sat down across from me at the kitchen table. I really got a good look at her tits now. I wondered if she was showing off or if this was normal for Carla. I think Carla caught me staring a little too long. She smiled and asked me if I like what I saw. My face went red, but I couldn't help it that my cock was stirring in my pants.

Carla then did something I will never forget. She slowly undid the belt to the robe and let it slip from her shoulders. My eyes were now resting on her two large tits. I think my mouth must have opened. Carla got up from the table and walked over to where I was sitting. I saw all of her naked body now and she looked damn fine. Carla took a breast in one of her hands and waved it in front of my face. I knew what I had to do now.

I opened my mouth and started to lick and suck on that big nipple. I could barely get it into my mouth. I went from one tit to the other tasting Carla's hard nipples. We didn't go at it for very long when Carla had me stand up. She worked my belt open and pulled down the fly of my pants. She reached in and pulled my rigid cock free. Carla got onto her knees and took my dick in between her lips. I got a lesson on how a real woman sucks cock. 

She took me all the way down to the root each time. Carla was squeezing my nut sacs and she soon found her way to my ass. As she bobbed up and down my rod she slid a finger between my ass cheeks. I never had anyone do that before. After a couple of minutes of that I thought I was going to blow my load. Carla must have known just how far to push me. She pulled her finger out and stopped sucking my dick. She stood up, took my arm and led me back to her bed.

She got onto her back and spread her legs for me. I stripped out of my clothes in record time and I slipped in between her thighs. I took my cock in my hand and rubbed the head up and down her wet folds. 

"Please don't torture me Bobby."

I slowly pushed my dick in. I worked my dick around as I went deeper inside her pussy. I think Carla wanted all of me as she wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me tightly into her body. We just went crazy after that. There was no build up from then. I hammered Carla's pussy as hard as I could. I drove my seven inches of meat into her wet opening. God did Carla get vocal. She told me to fuck her harder. I was going as hard as I could. My balls were hitting her ass cheeks with every stroke.

Carla's pussy just seemed to inhale my dick completely. I surely had never had sex like this before. My friend's mom was like a lusty slut who hadn't had sex in a long time. I kept pumping my dick into Carla as I tried to hold out as long as possible. I thought that Carla was having some small orgasms. She was thrashing around beneath my body. Carla brought her legs up higher on my back. I really got deeper into her pussy then.

We went a long time before I felt my nuts tightening. I tried to hold off as long as I could, but I felt my load rising up to the tip of my dick. I didn't know if I was supposed to pull out or not, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I arched my back and I exploded inside Carla. I looked at her face as she first felt my seed shooting inside her. I wondered how long she had been without sex.

I kept grunting as I unloaded one stream of cum after another. Carla had her legs and arms wrapped around my torso as if she was holding on for dear life. All I knew was I must have shot at least 5 good eruptions from my dick. Carla was shaking as she milked my sticky cum from my dick. Her pussy felt like a hand squeezing the last remains of my cum load. It took some minutes, but I finally emptied out. Carla did unlock her legs and I pulled my spent dick from her cum stained pussy.

We just ended up kissing each other afterwards. Carla got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to bring back some towels to clean up. After all that lovemaking we talked. Carla told me that since she had gotten divorced she hadn't been with a man in bed. That was almost two years, she said. When Tom decided to spend some time with his dad, she knew she had to make a move on me. It seems Carla had been looking me over for sometime and liked what she saw.

That week that Tom was away was the best week I ever experienced. I was in Carla's bed every day. All I knew was that Carla was greedy for sex with me. She ended up riding my cock, I took her on all fours and I lifted her onto my cock as we stood up in the living room. Most times we would end up showering after initially having sex. All that hot water would get the both of us worked up a second time.

I would have Carla place her hands on the shower wall and then I would thrust my dick into her from behind. Carla would get to screaming as I took her this way. I hoped the neighbors couldn't hear what was going on. By the end of the week my dick was all red and sore from fucking. I was almost looking forward to Tom coming back home. The day before Tom was to arrive we had a marathon fuck session.

We would end up screwing and I would shoot my load into Carla's pussy. We would rest briefly and then start all over again. One thing was for sure. Carla was a cum whore. She said she loved feeling the heat of my load as it entered deep inside her. 

The day finally came and Tom was back home. I saw him the next day and he thanked me for looking after his mom. I told him the pleasure was all mine. If he only knew! 



Helping My Girlfriend's Sister



It was a relief to finally check into the hotel after our road trip down to Atlanta. I was psyched for the weekend - A friend was getting married, and the trip to Atlanta was doubling as a vacation for me and my girlfriend, Kate. Oh, and my girlfriend's sister, Gabrielle, who had just graduated from high school and was tagging along since she had nothing better to do. Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely not complaining about spending a weekend with two beautiful girls. I was just worried about having our extra-curricular activities curtailed by the presence of my girlfriend's sister, a very impressionable and innocent girl who spent her entire high school career with her head buried in books.

After checking in and tossing the bags on the beds, it was time to explore the city. We spent the rest of the afternoon in Piedmont Park on rented bikes, had dinner at a nice restaurant nearby, and returned to the hotel to unpack and relax before the wedding the next day. As I was unpacking our bag, I realized Kate had also tossed in a few bottles of wine - Great idea, since we couldn't get Gabrielle into any of the bars nearby! The three of us drank our way through one of the bottles while watching a movie, and it didn't take long for us to realize how late it was.

Gabrielle got up from her bed, a little wobbly from the wine, and headed to the bathroom to change. As soon as the door was closed, Kate was on top of me, her lips mashed against mine, her tongue driving into my mouth, her pussy grinding into my cock through our clothes.

"Kate!" I gasped as we came up for air, "Gabrielle's going to be back any second! Don't start something we can't finish!"

"I'm sorry, babe... But we'll finish it later, I promise," Kate said with a wink as she rolled back onto the bed.

Just then the bathroom door opened and Gabrielle walked out, wearing a tight-fitting camisole and pair of white panties. I knew she was hot, but damn! Her C-cup tits looked absolutely fantastic through the thin material, her large nipples pushing through the fabric. The look on my face must have been obvious, since she quickly said, "You don't mind seeing me like this, do you? I just figured we're all adults, and there's no reason to try and wear clothes we're not comfortable in, right?"

"Um, absolutely... Works for me!" I said as Kate elbowed me in the ribs. If Gabrielle was comfortable enough to be half-naked in front of me, who was I to complain?

"Quit drooling!" she said, laughing.

With that I got up and headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed. By the time I got back into the room wearing just my boxers, both girls were in bed, and Gabrielle was sound asleep, passed out on the bed next to us. "I don't think she's ever had that much to drink before," Kate whispered, adding, "Which will make this a lot easier for us!" She sat up and pulled her tank top over her head, exposing her lacy black bra to me. My cock instantly swelled as I reached for her tits, kissing her firmly on the lips. Kate purred her approval as my hands reached for the clasp of her bra, freeing her tits, her nipples already hard with arousal. I kissed my way down her neck to her chest, cupping one of her tits as I gently licked and sucked on her nipple. "Keep going!" Kate whispered, as I continued kissing my way down her taut stomach. She arched her back, allowing me to slip her thong down her legs, exposing her bald pussy to me, glistening with wetness. Grabbing her tight ass with my hands, I pulled her pussy to my mouth, thrusting my tongue deep into her folds. Kate grabbed my head, grinding my tongue even deeper into her as I licked her to her first orgasm, her body shuddering beneath me.

I looked up into her eyes, both of us panting with desire. "My turn, baby," she said quietly, turning me on my back and pulling off my boxers, freeing my engorged cock already slick with pre-cum. Kate swallowed me whole as her tongue danced across the tip of cock. I grunted my approval, thrusting as deeply as her mouth would take me, knowing I wasn't going to last long. My eyes went wide as Kate kept up her work on my cock, licking it from bottom to top as she gently held my balls.

Just then I happened to glance over at Gabrielle's bed and gasped as I realized she was wide awake and staring at us! My gasp caused Kate to also pause her incredible blowjob as she saw Gabrielle watching us. We both grabbed the covers as Kate exclaimed, "Gabrielle! How long have you been watching us?"

Her face turning red, Gabrielle sheepishly said, "Don't be mad, Katie, but I was only pretending to sleep, hoping you guys would go at it tonight. I've been watching this whole time. I've always heard about the other kids at school having sex, but I've never seen it before!" She paused before continuing, "I don't want to head to college in the fall not knowing what it's all about. Please, Kate, can you keep going?" Gabrielle had tears in her eyes, pleading us to pick up where we had left off. My cock, which deflated as soon as I realized Gabrielle was watching, was quickly returning to its full potential.

Kate looked over at Gabrielle, then back at me. "What do you think, baby?"

"Of course I have selfish motives, Kate, but I don't want your sister going off to the wolves at college without knowing a bit about sex, do you?"

Kate hesitated for a second before responding. "Ok, Gabi, but only on two conditions."

"Anything!" Gabrielle quickly said.

"First, if you whisper a word of this to anyone, I'll never speak to you again."

"Of course I won't!"

Kate then surprised both me and Gabrielle. "Second, if you're really committed to this, you need to be as naked as we are."

I couldn't believe it! Would I really get to see both gorgeous sisters in all their glory? My question was quickly answered as Gabrielle silently peeled off her camisole, revealing two incredibly beautiful tits. Her nipples were a light pink color and hard with anticipation of what she was about to watch. She then stood up, pushing down her white panties to expose her young pussy, wet with arousal, her folds just visible through her dark, trimmed patch of hair.

Kate nodded her approval to her sister before throwing back the covers of the bed to get back to what we started. My cock was aching for some release after two false starts, and was rewarded as Kate swallowed me again. "Damn, Kate!" I gasped as she sucked down my entire cock. I kept my eyes locked firmly on Gabrielle as Kate continued going down on me. I felt the familiar churning in my balls and knew I was close to cumming. Then, out of nowhere, Kate lightly brushed her finger over my asshole, sending me over the edge as I shot load after load of cum down her throat.

"Oh my God, Kate, that was incredible!"

"Kate, that was awesome!" Gabrielle exclaimed. "How were you able to swallow all of him?"

Kate, licking her lips and looking over at her sister, said, "Practice makes perfect, Gabi! Give it time and you'll be giving blowjobs like that too!" She then looked back at me with a wink. "But we're not done tonight, are we babe?"

"Hell no!" I said, as I pushed Kate onto all fours and guided my still-hard cock into her wet and inviting pussy, thrusting into her until my balls were resting against her ass. At this point, Gabrielle was tired of just watching us as she spread her legs open and started playing with her engorged clit. I pulled Kate's head up to mine, kissing her deeply as I continued pounding into. Kate was also furiously rubbing her own clit, just as her sister was doing the same. It didn't take long before both of them came, crying out in unison. 

Before Kate even had a chance to catch her breath, I flipped her onto her back and drove into her yet again, her slick pussy drenching my cock with the juice from her last orgasm. Over at the other bed, Gabrielle was breathing heavily and watching us intently. For the second time that night I felt the beginnings of my impending orgasm. Kate felt it too... "Cum into my pussy, baby! Do it!" My balls and cock swelled and I cried out as dumped another huge load of cum into her waiting pussy.

I collapsed onto Kate's chest, spent from having cum twice in the last 30 minutes. All of us took a few minutes to calm down from our heightened arousal. "That was fucking awesome, babe," I said. Looking over at Gabrielle, I asked, "And what about you? What did you think?"

Glancing between me and her sister, her eyes a bit glossed over from having cum, her smooth skin glistening with sweat, Gabrielle said, "I think that was the most incredible thing I've ever seen!"

And even more than before, I was looking forward to the rest of what the weekend held in store...