37 comments/ 271355 views/ 150 favorites Logical Lust By: Eroscott Foreword Erotic fantasies: This is an erotic incest fantasy for the reading pleasure of those who enjoy such things. It was created whole from the imagination of the author. As an erotic fantasy, the people involved are more beautiful, the bodies more perfect, the cocks bigger, the pussies tighter and wetter, and the orgasms more intense than for those of us in the real world. But then, I believe the purpose of an erotic fantasy is not to mimic reality, but to stimulate our libidos. I hope this story does that for you. (Note: Sex researchers, Masters and Johnson stated that their "research also indicates that for many people, transforming fantasy to fact is unsatisfactory, resulting at times in a complete loss of the erotic values of the fantasy." [Masters and Johnson on Sex and Human Loving, Little Brown and Co., 1986, page 274.] So remember: Reality is one thing, fantasy is something else altogether.) To come or to cum? That is the question. I use the verb come to indicate the approach to or arrival at the moment of sexual climax. For example: I'm coming! He came quickly. She was going to come soon. However, like most writers of erotic literature, I use the made up word cum, as one way to indicate semen. For example: He wanted to come in her mouth. She wanted to swallow all of his cum. There's no reason to change the English language unless necessary, as in the need for clarity. It is clear when I write, I am coming, or I came. It is not so clear to write my come ran down her leg. I could just write semen over and over again, but that's tends to get boring. Therefore, to use the made up word, cum as one alternative for semen seems logical to me. One final item before we get to the story. I have always tried to approach the subject of what is right and wrong sexual behavior from a logical and objective viewpoint. After much pondering over the years, I have found that there are only three objective reasons why not to have sex. Simply put, they are: 1) unwanted pregnancies, 2) sexually transmissible diseases, and 3) non-consensual sex, which would include sex with minors. If you take care of those three, then you are, logically, free to fuck anyone you want. There are quite a few more subjective reasons why not to have sex, most of which are based on personal moral or religious beliefs (basically, the same thing), and the emotional reactions due to the teaching of those personal moral and religious beliefs. I prefer objectivity and logic over subjectivity and emotion. Logic is action. Emotion is reaction. The following story addresses the pregnancy and consenting adult issues, but not the disease issue. Having unprotected, promiscuous sex with strangers could and, most likely would, lead to one or more of the sexually transmissible diseases. But since this is a sexual fantasy, that issue is not an issue here. * Chapter One "Hey Mom!" Tom yelled as he came in the front door. "You home?" It was Friday afternoon and school was over for him, and his mother, for the weekend. "Yes dear. I'm in the office. And you don't have to yell." "Okay. Sorry," he said as he moved over to the doorway and looked in to see his mother, Karen Hendricks, sitting behind her desk, obviously busy with student papers. At age 39, Karen was a professor at the State University in town. She taught mathematics and logic. Tom, her only child was enrolled there. But, he was focused on history, his first love, and English literature. Karen was also a totally fit and trim woman with a killer body and a cover girl face. She stood 5'7" without her shoes and weighed 118 pounds, stripped. She had startling blue eyes and natural platinum blonde hair. Well, it had been, until she was in her late twenties, when it had started to turn darker. Now she used a rinse. Her breasts were full, but not too big. She definitely turned heads when wearing a tight sweater or jersey. She knew that many of the young men, and probably some of the young women, who took her classes were there to see her, not to learn math or logic. She was always very professional with them, no matter how dreamy-eyed and poetic or direct and macho they were. She had a good life and a job that she loved and wasn't about to risk that for any wet-behind-the-ears student, most of whom she found to be less than what she would have looked for in a partner, if she had been looking for a partner, which she wasn't. "So, uh, I've got another proposition," Tom said quietly. Karen sighed, then looked up. Tom, with arms folded across his chest, leaning against the door jamb, gave his mother a winning smile. He's so handsome, Karen thought to herself. Her son was 6'3" tall and 195 pounds of well-sculpted muscle, besides being intelligent. He had been an A student in high school and, now, in his second year of college, he was upholding that standard. He was also making a name for himself on the school's rowing team. Needless to say, he could have his pick of any girl on campus, but he preferred not get serious with any one girl. He said he wanted to get through school and get established as a teacher in a good college or university before he thought about settling on one girl. Tom was now leering at his mother. "Well . . .?" he asked. "Tom, why do we have to go through this nearly every day," Karen asked, but with the hint of a smile. "Hey, it's not my fault that you are the hottie professor that all my male friends, actually some of my female friends, too, are lusting after. Besides, I could use the money." Karen was about to comment on Tom's use of the phrase "hottie professor" when she caught what he had said at the end. "What? What money? You don't need any money?" When Tom had been a toddler, he and his dad were playing in the back yard of the first house that Karen and Jim, her husband, had owned. It was also right under the flight path of a major airport. A large chunk of "blue ice" had fallen from a major air carrier and killed Jim. From the time of when it happened and the log of landing flights, it was discovered which airplane from which airline had flown over the house. Further investigation confirmed that the "blue ice" had been cause by a faulty valve and cap on the airplane's waste disposal system. Karen had gotten a huge settlement that had allowed her to buy the house she and Tom were now living in. It was a large comfortable house on a tree-lined street. Karen was also able to continue school to get a masters in mathematics and a Ph.D. in logic. A trust fund had been set up to pay for Tom's schooling, including an adequate monthly stipend while he was going to school, converting to modest yearly income when he graduated. "Well?" Karen asked. "I've been offered one thousand bucks if I can set up a date between you and . . . well, I'm not at liberty to tell you his name unless you agree to go on the date. Actually, I wasn't supposed to tell you I had been offered any money, either." Tom was grinning openly. "A thousand dollars. Like you need it." Karen replied. "Hey, I know I have free room and board . . . except for yard work and household chores . . . but it's not like I'm swimming in cash, you know? I could use a bit of walking around money." He was still grinning. "So what did you tell this mystery man?" "Duh! I told him no way. First, that there was no way you would ever agree to going out with a student. Second, there was no way that I would ever ask you to do that. And third, if I did agree and got you to agree, that would mean that I would be trying to pimp out my own mother." Tom was trying hard not to laugh out loud, considering how that last statement shocked his mother. " What? You didn't say that, did you?" His mother's reaction was pretty much as he had expected. "Gotcha!" Tom said then burst out laughing. Karen tried to scowl at her son, but couldn't, so she started laughing too. "Oh, Tom, what am I going to do with you?" "Feed me! Feed me! Before I die of starvation. "Can't, dear. You're on your own tonight. After I finish here," she indicated the files on her desk, "I promised to meet the Johnsons for drinks and dinner." Karen paused briefly. "Didn't I tell you a couple of days ago that I had dinner plans for tonight." "Yeah, I believe so." Tom agreed. "I just forgot. But that's alright, I am going to meet Becky later. She has some kind of special night planned for us." "Becky? Your old high school sweetheart?" "Actually, Mom, she was more my f...friend, uh, as in just a friend, more than a sweetheart." He had started to say "fuck-buddy," which is what Becky had insisted they call each other. His mother gave him a look, but didn't say anything. "Anyway, Mom, I am starving and you need to get back to work before you go out. Have a good night, if I don't see you before you leave." "Okay, sweetie, thanks," Karen said, but her attention was already on the paperwork in front of her. * * * Tom watched from his upstairs bedroom window as his mother came into view at the end of the sidewalk leading to the driveway. She had finished her work and had showered and changed. She was wearing a black, form-fitting, silk jersey dress that stopped mid-thigh, as well as stiletto heels, something she seldom wore. The dress accentuated the fullness of her breasts, as well as her slim waist and womanly hips. He watched as she slid behind the wheel of her 350Z, then back out of the driveway and head off down the street. "I have to agree with all my friends," Tom whispered, as though he was afraid that his mother would hear him. "For an old broad, she one hot babe." If she wasn't my mother . . . , he started to think. Then forcibly banished that thought from his mind and where it was going. He turned away from the window and started to undress. It was time for him to take a shower himself and get ready to meet Becky. He wondered what she had in store for them He hadn't seen much of her since shortly after graduating from high school. She had moved into the city to go to a different university. * * * "Where to m'lady," Tom said jokingly. He had picked Becky up at her dad's house and they were now sitting in his car. Becky was Tom age. And they had gone together, kind of, in high school. She would never get serious. She said that they should just be fuck-buddies. She and Tom got along famously, but she just wanted the appearance of a serious relationship. She wanted to fuck, and fuck a lot, with whoever took her fancy. After awhile, he stopped trying to get her to be serious about a relationship with him and accepted being her fuck-buddy, which, all things considered, worked out pretty well for him. It allowed him, from time to time, to date and sometimes fuck other girls. Not only did Becky not hassle him about it, she encouraged it, just as long as they remained committed fuck-buddies. Becky looked like a fashion model, but a really great-looking fashion model. She was tall, 5'11" and slim, but not skinny, and had a knock out figure. She had full, sensual lips, deep green eyes, and thick auburn hair, stylishly cut and coifed. Her breasts were not large but they were well-shaped, nicely rounded with upturned nipples that were so sensitive she could be brought to orgasm merely by caressing, licking, sucking, biting, pinching and tugging on them, which Becky had Tom do nearly every time they got together for sex. But then, Becky liked all things sexual. She liked giving head as much as receiving it and she had no qualms about swallowing a load of fresh, hot cum. She like being fucked in her pussy and she liked it just as much in her ass. And she liked girls too, liked them just as much as she liked boys Twice Becky had gotten her and Tom into group sex action. The first time was with his best friends, Curt and Ethan. There were two other girls besides Becky, girls from another high school that Becky knew and, evidently, had had sex with previously. It happened right after graduation from high school. Curt was going into the marines and Ethan was leaving for Europe for the summer, then going away to an ivy-league college in the fall. It had been a raunchy, hard-core fuck-a-thon. Tom, personally, had come six times and assumed that Curt and Ethan had too. The girls took it anyway the boys wanted to give it to them. Except when it came to Tom. He was endowed with a cock that, when it was fully erect, was nine inches long, as well as being thicker than average. Becky had measured its circumference once. It was six inches around, which, had it been perfectly circular in cross-section, would be just over one and nine-tenths inches in diameter. It was definitely a pussy-stretcher, in length and width. Of course, Becky had taught Tom how to go slowly when fucking a woman, how to get her hot and ready, how to enter her slowly to let her pussy get adjusted and stretched to accommodate his length. The thickness was the real pleasure. But the length could hurt a girl if he just plowed ahead like a bull in a china shop. So, while Curt and Ethan both got anal action from Becky's friends, they wouldn't let Tom near their assholes with his hard cock. Although, toward the end of the night, after Becky had been ass-fucked by both of Tom's friend, and after a fair amount of purloined champagne, she had lubed up Tom's hard cock, then lubed up her ass some more. She had Tom lie on his back then she had straddled him and, holding his cock in her hand, had ever so carefully pressed her anal sphincter down onto the head of his dick. She paused, then started to let her weight press down on his big tool until it was slowly sliding into the tightest place it had ever been. If Tom hadn't come five times already, he would have come right then. "Oh fuck me!" Becky had yelled. "This is the biggest cock I've ever had in my asshole. I hope I don't have to wear diapers after this." And they had all laughed. Then Tom realized that nearly half of his cock was stuffed up in Becky's tight little asshole. She was breathing heavy but he could tell that she was still game. She let out a big groan as she sat down the rest of the way on his thick, hard cock. The other four were watching with slack-jawed amazement at what Becky had done. "How does it feel?" asked one of the other girls. "Unbelievable!" Becky said, taking a big breath. It's right on the border of pain, but it's strangely pleasurable too. I've never felt so full of cock!" "Okay, here we go" she said. Then Becky began to move her ass up and down on Tom's cock. A little at first, in and out maybe an inch at most. Then a bit more. Then a bit more. Until she was rising up nearly the full length of it and slamming down all the way, over and over again. And then she was screaming and writhing as a huge orgasm took her. Tom shot his last load of the night deep inside Becky's ass right then and there. It had been great! Tom also remembered, from earlier in the orgy, fucking one of the other girls from behind. Becky was under her licking her clit at the same time. He had come hard, probably the second time that night. When he had pulled his cock out of the girls pussy, Becky grabbed it and sucked it deep into her mouth, cleaning off all of his cum and the other girls pussy juice. Then, shockingly to Tom at the time, Becky continue licking the girls' pussy. He watched in amazed eroticism as the girl used her vaginal muscles to push his come out of her pussy and onto Becky's waiting tongue. Becky licked and sucked all of his cum out of that girls' pussy and then swallowed it. When she was done, Becky had tilted her head back, grinning at him, "You like that, Tom, me licking your cum out of her fuck hole?" "Fuck yes! He grinned back. He was fully erect again. That night lasted a long time. The only other group sex he had participated in, again with Becky, was a threesome with a girl, a women actually, named Sonia. She was much older than either Tom or Becky. This incident happened during Christmas break of their first year in college. Sonia had short black hair, dark eyes, high cheek bones, an aristocratic nose, and full, sensual lips. She might have been several years older than Tom or Becky, but she kept her body in great shape. At first, they wouldn't let Tom in on the fun. He had to sit in a chair near the bed and watch as the Becky and Sonia made slow, delicious love to each other; long, deep kisses and licking and sucking on each others breasts and nipples. Sonia then began rubbing and fingering Becky's pussy while biting, sucking and tugging on her nipples which, of course, brought Becky arching up off the bed in an orgasm. After a short pause to relax and gently caress each other, Becky moved down Sonia's body and began licking her pussy. Tom was fascinated, sitting there, watching a beautiful lesbian sex show performed right in front of him. His cock was fully erect and he was ready to participate, which the women allowed him to do shortly after Sonia had her first orgasm from Becky's mouth. Both of them sucked his cock, taking turns going up and down on it until he started spewing thick ropes of semen, just as Becky's mouth came off and Sonia's went on. She stayed with him, swallowing every drop of cum he shot into her mouth. The first shot of ejaculate had landed on Sonia's lower cheek and chin. When she pulled her mouth off of Tom's cock, Becky licked his cum off of Sonia's face, then they kissed lovingly. The three of them fucked long into the night. * * * Becky gave Tom one of her beautiful smiles. "I think you're really going to like this," she said. "Have you ever hear of The Farm?" The Farm was a local legend. Tom thought it was just a myth. He had never met anyone who would admit to having been there. Of course, he only knew, intimately, other young people like himself. Supposedly, it was an old farmstead on the outskirts of Pleasant Hill, where a barn had been converted into a big, multi-room orgy palace. It was by invitation only. Evidently, you had to know someone and be recommended. It was also nearly 50 miles in the direction of the city. "Yeah, I've heard of it, but . . . ." "That's where we're going tonight. I was able to get invited. Of course, as a single, young women, I could have gone alone. But I plan on fucking so much that I will need a reliable driver to get me home. That's where you come in." "Gee thanks. You only think of me as a 'reliable driver?' Tom was just teasing, but Becky leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. "Oh Tommy, baby, you know that you are more to me than just a driver . . . . Except when you're driving that huge cock of yours up my poor little pussy. In fact," she continued, "when I got the invitation, I though of you immediately. I wanted to be with someone I knew and liked, at least to begin with. I mean, I don't expect that we will be together the whole night. I want to go off and explore and fuck as many men, and women, as I possibly can. Know what I mean, Tom?" "Yeah. That shouldn't be a problem, Becky," he said unconvincingly. "Tommy, you will have so much fun. I just know you will. You're so handsome, with a fantastic body, and once those women see the size of your schlong, they will be on you like groupies on a rock star." Tom was grinning as he started the car. Becky was probably right. It would be good to walk in with someone you knew and were comfortable with. But after the first fuck . . . . Well, he was sure there would be plenty of women to choose from. * * * It was just a little after sundown when Tom and Becky arrived at the farm. There was a gated entrance, with two guards. Tom showed one of them the invitation that Becky had handed to him. The guards opened the gate and told them to follow the drive to the barn, they would see where to park when they got there.. It was nearly a half mile to the big rambling farmhouse. The barn was 100 yards beyond that. There was a paved parking area with at least sixty cars already parked beside the barn. Tom had noticed two other cars pulling up to the gate as he had driven away. Logical Lust Becky was out of the car before he could get around to her door, not that she expected that sort of behavior. As they walked towards the entrance, they could hear music coming from inside and see the warm glow of lights from all the windows. After presenting the invitation at the door, Tom and Becky were directed to a unisex locker room. Each un-used locker had a key with wrist strap in the lock. There was also a ten shower-head shower room, again, unisex. They got undressed, locked their locker, using only one, of course, as they would be leaving together. Both of them grabbed one of the large, fluffy white towel stacked on a small table. Tom wrapped his around his hips. Becky did the same, leaving her lovely breasts exposed. "You ready for this?" Becky asked with a bit of a leer. "Let's do it," Tom responded. Chapter Two Tom was leaning back against one wall of the "big room." He and Becky had already fucked. Then decided to spilt up and see what kind of action they could each get on their own. Tom was amazed by all the couples, threesomes, and foursomes that were writhing around on the plush carpeted floor having sex. It was terribly exciting, but he was just watching to get a feel for this swinger's place, never having been here before. He was aroused, though, even after having just fucked Becky not 10 minutes ago. His left hand was slowly stroking his long, thick cock that was all but fully engorged and erect. Not more than 8 feet in front of him was a woman on her knees and elbows. She was licking another woman's pussy while being fucked from behind. The next thing he knew a petite, good-looking red-headed woman with short but attractively cut hair was in front of him. She smile up at him and took his hand off his cock and replaced it with her own. She had to be about his mother's age, he thought. "Hi there handsome," she said. "Waiting for someone in particular?" She was now stroking his cock. Her small, delicate hand with well manicured and painted nails could barely close around it. "No," he smiled back. "Just checking out the action." "I'm supposed to meet a couple of guys in the hot tub room, but I could give you a little action right now." She now looked down as this fully erect cock in her hand. "God! you have one big, beautiful cock." Without waiting for Tom's reply the women went to her knees and immediately began to suck his cock, while still stroking it. Tom was amazed and pleased. It felt so damned good. It was so damned erotic to have a complete stranger come up and, without so much as an exchange of names, begin to perform oral sex on him. And she was good at what she was doing. Her little mouth was stretched around his thickness as she took him in deep, then, on the outstroke, her tongue would lick around his swollen cock head before she sucked him back in to the choking point. Tom involuntarily arched his hips out and pressed his arms, and shoulders back against the wall. He was breathing heavily and had his eyes closed while this petite sex machine did her oral magic on him. While this was going on Tom heard a woman crying out in pleasure. He looked beyond the kneeling redhead and saw that it was the one getting her pussy licked from the threesome in front of him. The other woman was still being fucked from behind. Her face was now resting on the other woman's thigh, turned towards Tom. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, and that look of concentration that precedes a sexual climax was on her face. In that instance Tom recognized his mother. Just then, Karen opened her eyes. They tracked up, seeing the redhead, with her back to her, on her knees sucking a man's dick. Karen's eyes tracked further up, seeing her son, Tom, looking right back at her. It took her pleasure befogged mind a second to recognize him. Then her eyes opened wide in shock. Tom was amazed at seeing her here, seeing her going down on a woman and being fucked at the same time. And he realized just how damned beautiful and sexy she really was. It was like looking at a different woman, not his mother. He recovered instantly, realizing from a purely logical point of view, that his mother was a very fuckable woman. He knew that intrinsically, of course. But he had never actually imagined what his mother would look like when she was fucking. She was his mother, after all. In the next instant, in this sexually charged atmosphere, he realized that, if he considered her to be just a woman, not his mother, then he would like to be the man behind her, fucking her. That led to the thought of, so what if it was his mother, she was still a very fuckable woman. He immediately tried to eject that thought from his mind . . . but he couldn't. His mother had taught him to think logically. From a purely logical point of view, Tom couldn't think of why he couldn't fuck his mother. That is, physically have sex with her. And, if there was no logical reason why he couldn't, what logical reason was there that he shouldn't? He couldn't think of any. All this flashed through his mind instantly, like a big "Eureka!" moment. Tom realized that he was more turned on now than he had been a second ago. Then he decided to be mischievous. Tom nodded at his mother and gave her a wink. He had her attention and felt sure from the look on her face that she wanted to get up and leave, but didn't know how to do it gracefully. Tom looked down at the woman sucking his cock then back at his mother. He did that a second time then raised his eyebrows and gave his mother a look and gestured with his hand as is to tell her that he would like her to be sucking his cock.. Karen opened her mouth as if shocked. She looked at the redhead on her knees in front of her son and at the gesture Tom had made to her. She turned her head away, but the seed was planted. Karen realized the implications of what could happen in this place. She fully realized just how handsome and sexy her son was and a small part of her was jealous of the redheaded woman. But she immediately thrust that thought away. Yet, it was enough to push her over the edge into an intense orgasm, her fifth of the night. After watching his mother climax, it didn't take Tom more than a few more seconds before he felt himself reach that beautiful point of inevitability when it comes to coming. "I'm going to come" he announced in a breathy voice to the woman, giving her a chance to pull her mouth off. She more-or-less nodded her acknowledgement and kept on sucking, if anything, with more vigor. And then Tom was coming in intense and incredible pleasure. In his mind, with his eyes squeezed shut, he was coming in his mother's mouth. His cock spasmed at least a half a dozen times as it shot his semen into the redhead's mouth. She swallowed it all, then milked him out when he was done, running her thumb along the underside of his still erect cock, from the base to the tip, licking and sucking up the last of his semen. She looked up at him as smiled. "That was great. I guess you enjoyed it too, eh?" With a chuckle, and weak knees, Tom help her get to her feet. "Oh yeah . . . uh . . .Miss . . ." "Shauna. And you are?" "Tom." "Well, Tom, like I said, I have to meet a couple of guys now, but I would definitely like to see you later. I really want to feel that big cock of yours fucking me, okay?" Yeah. Sure. With out a doubt, Shauna. I'll be looking for you." Tom was still under the effects of his orgasm . . . and what he had imagined about his mother. "Great." With that, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips then turned and left. Tom exhaled deeply. "Wow," he thought. "This is going to be a night to remember." He turned his attention back to his mom. But she was gone. He saw a women that, in the dim lighting, looked like it was her but she was halfway to the door leading out to other areas of the orgy palace. When Tom reached the doorway he couldn't see her. There was a unisex toilet room immediately on the left. He went into that, but it was empty, unless she was sitting in one of the stalls with her feet up on the toilet. Beyond that was a women's room and then a men's room, for those who could fuck in public, but wanted privacy for other bodily functions. Tom shrugged, hoping his mother hadn't left, but if she had, oh well. He wandered off to see who else he could meet and fuck. * * * Karen was in the women's room, knowing Tom wouldn't follow her in there. After using the bidet and drying herself, she went into one of the stalls to think. She had met the Johnsons for drinks, but not dinner. She had lied to her son. After leaving the Johnsons she had come straight here. There was always a nice buffet set out to satisfy anyone's hunger for food. Karen had a standing invitation to The Farm. She had been invited here years ago and was a regular. That was how she satisfied her sexual urges without the complications of a relationship while she was building her career and getting tenure at the university. That didn't mean that she didn't date. She did, when she met an interesting man. She even had sex with some of them. But coming to The Farm was her main sexual outlet. She loved the freedom to fuck whoever she wanted and as many of them as she desired. But she had never, ever expected to see her son here. It had shocked her when she had looked up and recognized him . . . and realized that not only was he having his cock sucked in front of her, he was seeing her licking pussy and being fucked at the same time. Then, when he had—it seemed obvious to her—indicated that he would like her to suck his cock, it had shocked her even more. At the same time, perhaps subconsciously realizing that there was no logical reason why that couldn't happen, it had excited her and had contributed to coming right then and there. "Well, yes, logically there's no reason why I couldn't have sex with my son," Karen said to herself. "But he is my son and even if it wasn't such a huge social taboo, there's no way I'm emotionally desirous of having sex with him. He's my baby. I grew him inside me. I gave birth to him." "But still," her logical self told her, "he is damned attractive; so handsome and with that killer lean, muscular body. If I had met him at last year's Halloween party here, when nearly everyone comes in costume . . . if he and I were wearing masks . . . well, I could easily have fucked him and not even known it. What would the difference be?" Karen dwelled on that scenario for a moment. It fascinated her in a analytical way. She wondered just how it would feel to have her arms and legs wrapped around Tom's strong body while he fucked her. She shook that scene out of her mind. "The fact is," she told herself, "that I do know. He is my son and I am not sexually attracted to him. And that's how is should be. And that's that." Still, Karen couldn't dislodge the image of the redheaded woman sucking Tom's cock and him looking right at her, his mother, indicating that she could be doing the same thing to him. * * * Shortly after giving up the search for the mother, Tom ran into Shauna. She was just leaving the hot tub room—a room with four large, multi-person hot tubs. She met Tom with a big grin, put her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a long, wet kiss. "Hi Tom, with the beautiful big cock. I would really love you to fuck me with it now, if you're ready." "Right here against the wall, Shauna, or should we find someplace more comfortable?" His cock had been flaccid, but was immediately coming to life. Shauna grabbed it and began stroking it. "Right here against the wall big man, but let me get you completely ready first." She went to her knees and began sucking on him. In less than a minute he was fully erect and ready to go. Tom pulled Shauna to her feet, reached down and wrapped his hands behind her thighs just below her buttocks and lifted her up. He pressed her back against the wall as she hugged his neck with her arms and his hips with her legs Holding her up with one arm, Tom positioned his cock in the entrance of her pussy and slowly pushed up. "Ahhhh! God, Tom you're so big. God if feels so good." As towel-clad and fully naked people passed by them, Tom began fucking his big hard cock in and out of Shauna's very wet pussy. She turned out to be a screamer. "Fuck me! Fuck me with that big cock, Tom! Oh Jesus God! You're so deep. You're stretching me so wide." And then, "Oh God, I'm coming. Yessssssss! Shauna began sobbing and shaking, her fingernails digging into Tom's back and her head pressed hard into his shoulder. Tom could feel her tight little pussy contracting in orgasmic spasms on his dick and that was all it took. His balls tightened up and he starting shooting big, sticky wads of his semen deep up into Shauna's hot wet pussy as he loudly grunted out his pleasure. He ended up panting for breath and using his head against the wall to keep from pressing to hard against Shauna's body. He gave a shaky laugh and said "Wow, woman when you come you really come." Shauna place her hands on either side of Tom's face and kissed him sweetly. "I couldn't have done it without you big man . . . and your big cock." Tom held Shauna against the wall while he kissed her deeply. She kissed him back enthusiastically. Slowly he pulled his softening cock from Shauna's pussy with a wet plop. "Ooooh!" Shauna sighed. "It felt so good in there." Tom set her on the floor and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Thanks, Shauna. That was fun." "You're quite welcome, Tom. See you around." Then Shauna turned and walked away. Tom had left his towel in the big room when he went after his mother. Now he went into the unisex bathroom to rinse off his genitals—his cock and balls were coated from both his semen and Shauna's juices leaking down while he had held her against the wall kissing her. After that he went to see what other sexual adventure he could find. * * * When Tom left the bathroom, he wandered around checking out the hot tub room, then several of individual bedrooms, most had two double beds in them, with most all of them being used. In the last one, as he stood in the doorway, he saw his mother again. She was on a bed with a different couple than she had been with in the big room. She was on her back, sucking the cock of a big muscular black man. A voluptuous black women with huge tits was licking his mother's pussy. Tom just looked for a while, without his mother seeing him, then moved on. Tom didn't see his mother again until the last fuck he had that night. He had met a married couple who were regulars. Michelle, a cute blonde, had sucked and fucked Tom and her husband, Jim, in various ways. Now they were back in the big room. Jim and Tom were holding Michelle up between them. Jim was fucking his wife in the ass and Tom was punishing her pussy—as Michelle put it—with his big cock. Michelle had thought about it, but decided not to try Tom in her ass without a lot of lubrication and perhaps a different setting. This didn't bother Tom one bit. Michelle's pussy was stretched tight around his thick girth and he could feel Jim's cock through the thin membrane separating her pussy and her ass. The thought as well as the action of double penetrating this beautiful young woman was a super turn on for Tom. Tom and Jim had a rhythm going now, where they were both sliding in and out of Michelle's tight wet holes at the same time. It was driving her crazy with pleasure. Tom looked over Michelle's shoulder and past Jim and saw his mother staring at him. He couldn't tell what she was thinking, but she looked fascinated. He also noticed, since this was the first time he was able to get a good look at her frontally, that she shaved her pussy. That excited him for some reason. Becky shaved hers, and he had fucked two women tonight with shaved pussies. Shauna and Michelle, however, merely trimmed their pubic areas. The thought of going down on his mother's shaved pussy—to nuzzled it, to sniff it, to taste it—was an extra enhancement to his excitement. "God", he thought to himself, "Mom really is beautiful. And God, I would love to fuck her." Then, with Michelle's legs tight around his waist and Tom barely needing to use his arms and hands to help hold her up, he used his left hand to motion to his mother. He saw that she realized that he had spotted her. By using hand and face gestures he tried to indicate to her that she would be welcome . . . hoping that she understood that he meant that she would be welcome to take Michelle's place soon. Karen just looked at her son for a moment, showing no emotion. Then she turned and left. "Ah well," thought Tom, "I'll talk to her tomorrow. I'll use a logical argument on her. After all, she a professor of logic and has been teaching me to think logically all my life, rather than reacting emotionally. What can she say? What can she do but either accept the argument or react emotionally." He turned his attention back to the matter at hand. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me you beautiful fucking men." Michelle was crying out as she began another wonderful orgasm. Tom closed his eyes and imagined his mother in Michelle's place. He was ready to come again, himself. Imagining fucking his mother as part of her being doubly penetrated set his balls to churning and he spewed his last load of the night deep into Michelle's wet and willing pussy. * * * Tom had only seen Becky three times during the night: once with two men, once with two women, and once in one of the specialty room in a hanging sling being fucked and with a line of five or six men waiting their turn. He had gone up to her the last time and, while the man between her wide spread legs was given her every inch he had, Tom had bent over her face to give her a kiss on the mouth. "Having fun, Becky?" She laughed and her eyes were gleaming. "I've never had so much fucking fun in one place in one night. How about you?" Tom noticed the man fucking Becky wasn't happy that this conversation was taking place. "Yeah, babe. Thanks for bringing me. See ya." And with a smile to her present fucker, he left. Now, Tom went looking for her. He found her coming out of the hot tub room "Hi Tommy!" Becky greeted him with a big smile, then threw her arms around his neck and gave him a big, affectionate kiss. "I was just getting ready to come looking for you. You ready to head home?" "Yeah. I do believe that I am fucked out. My poor peter will be sore in the morning." Becky laughed as she put her arm around Tom's waist. "Yeah, I'll probably be a little sore in the morning too. But it'll be a good soreness. * * * * On the way home Becky said, "Tom, I'm sure I saw your mother there. Did you see her?" "Yes I did. Talk about being surprised. But it makes sense." "Huh! Why?" "Well, you know that when we dated in high school, I told you that she seldom dated." "Yeah." "When I saw mom tonight, I remembered that, oh I don't know, five or six years ago, she had what she called a minor surgical procedure done. I was worried about her and kept pestering her about it. Asking her if she was sure she was alright. Finally, she told me that she had had her tubes tied. I was, what, 13 or 14? . . . and she was 33 or 34, something like that. I didn't know what that meant at the time. But she assured me that it was something that women did that made their lives easier. Sooo, I see her here tonight and she's fucking like a porn star and, click. It comes to me. She had her tubes tied and she can't get pregnant. She can come here and fuck all she wants. And that's probably why she doesn't date very much or get serious with anyone she does date." "You're probably right, Tom." "Yeah. I used to worry about her not having a man, you know? And I use to pester her about that. Telling her that it would be alright if she wanted to date someone, uh, well, special. She laughed and hugged me and told me that she liked her life just the way it was and didn't want to complicate it with a man. And then she added that one man around the house was enough. I was about sixteen then." Logical Lust They didn't speak for several minutes. Becky was starting to doze off. "Becky, can I confess something to you?" Tom's question brought her out of her dozing mode. "Of course you can. You're my best friend and my fuck-buddy. You can tell me anything." Okay, but you have to promise that you will keep this to yourself?" "This sounds serious. You want me to sign something in blood." She was chuckling. "No. But promise." "Okay, I promise. Now, what's the big secret?" She was going to make another smartassed comment, but sensed that Tom was somewhat tense and decided not to. "I, I," Tom started to stutter. He took a deep breath. "I got turned on by my mother. I was watching her fuck when I realized who it was and my dick got really hard. And," he pause briefly, "twice when she saw me, once when a woman was sucking my cock and again, when me and another guy were double-fucking his wife, standing up . . . ." "Oooh! Way to go Tommy. Now I'm jealous." "Can I finish what I was telling you, please. This is serious," Tom said with a touch of anger in his voice. "Okay, Tom," Becky apologized. "I'm sorry. Please continue." "The first time, when mom turned her head and saw me watching her, and the second time, when I noticed her watching me in the three-way stand up, I tried to indicate to her with my hands and face that I wanted her to be the women . . . that I wanted her to suck my cock and to be the women that I and the other guy were fucking." "Yeah . . . and?" Becky asked when Tom didn't say anymore. "Well, like, isn't that sick? I mean, Becky, that's my mom and I got really turned on by her." "Naw. I don't think it's a big deal." "You don't? Tom was surprised. "Nope. First, your mom is a hottie if ever I saw one. Second, you're a horny, cum-filled young man and when you see a hottie sucking and fucking; well I just think that you getting turned on by it might just be a natural effect." "Now," she continued, "whether or not you act on it is totally up to you." Tom was shocked at what Becky was implying, but he had to ask anyway. "Act on it? What do you mean?" "I mean trying to seduce your mom and having sex with her. I mean, that's what you just told me that you wanted to happen tonight, right?" "Well, yeah. But I just figured that that was the heat of the moment kind of thing. You know what I mean? "Maybe it was. And maybe, when you get into bed tonight, you might decide that your poor old sore dick isn't too sore to whack off with images of your mother in your head." Tom glanced over at Becky. She was grinning at him with all her teeth. "Hey, Tom, incest isn't the end of the world, you know. If the people involved are old enough to know what they are doing and they want to do it, then as far as I'm concerned it's no one else's business but theirs. And, there is a bonus to your incestuous desires, if you can make them come true. And that is a big if, because you will have to convince your mom. Which might be just a little more than difficult. But, as they say, 'nothing ventured, nothing gained.' Or, 'if at first you don't succeed, try, try again.'" Believe me, I know. Tom was silent for a moment, thinking about what Becky had just said. "Two questions, Becky." "Shoot." "First, what's the bonus . . . with mom and me having sex?" "She's had her tubes tied. You can't get her pregnant. You can let loose and fill her pussy up with your cum. Oh! Now I'm getting turned on again just thinking about you fucking your mom. You just may have to pull over and fuck me right now." Tom ignored her attempt at humor . . . at least what he thought was her attempt at humor. He looked over at her. She was smiling sweetly at him, as if daring him to find a place to pull the car over and do as she suggested. "Okay, you're right about that. I can't get her pregnant. That is a bonus. But my other question is this: What were you referring to when you said 'Believe me, I know.'" Becky looked at Tom for a while, then sighed. "Me and my big mouth. Okay, it's confession time for me too, best friend and fuck-buddy. You have to promise to keep my secret also. Okay?" "Sure, Becky." Now Tom was curious. What secret could Becky have, considering what he knew of her sexuality and sexual history? "You remember my mom, the bitch?" Becky heavily emphasized "the bitch." "Yeah," Tom answered, remembering. "She left you and your dad for some really rich guy, right?" "Yeah, and it's not like my dad is poor or anything. My God he's a vice president at Air-Space International. He makes good money, but it wasn't enough for my mother. She treated him like shit because he was happy in his job and wasn't trying to, as my mother would have said, 'better himself" . . . the bitch. My dad is a sweetheart. He works hard. He's a good provider. And he sure as hell deserved a whole lot better than my money-grubbing mother." "I always really liked your dad," Tom said. "Me too," Becky responded. "So now, this is the secret part. I seduced my dad right after I turned eighteen." "What!?" Tom's shock made him nearly swerve off the road. "Easy, big fella," Becky said. "To make a long story short. After mom left . . . . And, by the way, she wanted me to go with her. Hah! Fat chance she had with that. Anyway, I loved my dad and he was really crushed by what mom and done. He never whined or cried about it. He put on a strong, happy face and our lives went on. Actually, it went on better after she was gone. Still, I knew he was hurting." "So, starting when I was fifteen and a half I used to flirt with my dad, a lot. He wasn't having any of it. He would smile, hug me and say no, it's wrong, but thanks anyway. Finally, when I was eighteen I snuck into his room one night, after he had had several beers. I knew he slept in the nude. I got under the sheet and started sucking his cock. By the time he woke up he was coming in my mouth and I was swallowing it. I then jumped up and gave him a big wet kiss, cum-tasting, I imagine" Becky said as an afterthought, "before he realized what was happening." "So what happened? What did he do?" "Well, he threw me off of him and got real angry. I was naked, too, by the way. I just lay there and pretended like I was crying and I was sobbing that I only wanted to help him and that I loved him and . . . and, well, he fell for it. He put his arms around me and said he was sorry but incest was wrong. I told him, still sobbing, using a little girl's voice, that I didn't think it was. That I knew what I was doing and what I wanted. That no one would ever know, if he didn't tell anyone. And that I had already sucked his cock and swallowed his cum . . . and, and, and the least he could do was to lick my pussy, because I was really turned on. And then I gave him another big kiss. He started to resist, but then he just stopped. He was still for a couple of seconds then he started kissing me back. And the rest, as they say, is history." "Wow, Becky! That's truly amazing. But," Tom was curious, "what about now that you're, you know, in The City and university, and stuff," he finished lamely. "You mean, do we still fuck?" Becky asked. Tom nodded. "Well, dad doesn't have a girl friend. I mean, not a regular, go to woman, or a fuck-buddy, like us. Or, at least, like what you and I had going on in high school. So, yeah, we managed to get in a good fuck or two every time I come home, which is nearly every weekend. He's really comfortable with it now." They were silent the rest of the way home. Tom pulled up in from of Becky's dad's house. She had fallen asleep and he woke her gently. "We're here, Becky." He kissed her cheek lightly. Becky woke up, stretched, smiled at Tom, then gave him a kiss on the lips. "We'll have to do that again sometime, if either of us gets another invitation, yes?" "Oh definitely yes," Tom answered. "And, mums the word about our secrets, right? For both of us?" "You know that Becky. I love you and I'd never do anything to hurt your or make you angry at me." "Oh, Tom, you're so sweet. I love you too. And, if and when I decide to settle down and live a semi-normal life, I'll check with you and see if you're still interested in me." "Now you've given me hope for the future, Becky." Tom smiled at her and gave her a light kiss on the lips. Becky got out of the car, telling Tom he didn't have to walk her to the door. Before closing the door she bent down to look Tom straight in the eyes. "And don't be shy about telling me if you manage to seduce your mom. I mean, Tommy, my love, I want all the juicy details." She grinned and winked then closed the car door. Tom watched her walk up the sidewalk to the front door of her dad's house. In the porch light he saw her get her keys out and open the door. She turned and waved to him, then went inside. Tom drove home. When he got there his mother's car was already in the garage. He went into the house quietly and used the downstairs bathroom. Then he went up to his room and got undressed and got into bed. He was tired, but just as Becky had predicted, images of his mother—of her fucking as he had seen her in the club that night, and as he imagined fucking her in place of the women that he had sex with—ran through his head. He had an erection in under three minutes and lazily began beating off. As he focused on how his mother had looked as she was having sex, his erection got very hard and he began to masturbate quickly until, finally, he was panting, hot, tense, and then coming once again, whispering into the dark, "Fuck me Mom! Fuck me Mom! His semen reserve was almost depleted and only a few drops spurted out of his cock. He cleaned himself off with some tissues he kept on the night stand beside the bed, and was asleep almost immediately. Chapter Three The next morning, Tom woke up with his usual hard-on. He didn't bother to put on any clothes as he went down the hall to the bathroom. He figured since he and his mother saw each other last night, naked and fucking, it shouldn't be a shock to her this morning if she saw him walking to the bathroom with a stiffy. But the upstairs hallway was empty. Tom emptied his bladder, without making too much of a mess, considering that peeing with a hard-on made the stream somewhat erratic. He used tissue to clean up a few drops on the floor and around the toilet bowl where he had missed. Then he took a leisurely, soothing shower . . . and masturbated too. He came so hard—thinking about how it would feel to have his hands on his mother's hips, with her on her hands and knees and his big cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet pussy—that he got dizzy and nearly lost his balance. His cock shot several thick ropes of semen onto the bottom of the bathtub, where it was quickly washed away down the drain. Dressed in a light-weight athletic shorts and a t-shirt, Tom went down to the kitchen. There was coffee in the pot and he poured himself a cup. His mother was out on the deck under the big table umbrella having coffee, toast, and melon. She was reading the paper. When Tom sat down across from her, she said "Morning," without looking up from the paper. "Good glorious morning Mom," Tom answered her. "I think we need to talk, Mom," he went on after a short pause. "I think we don't," Karen responded, still not looking at her son. "Yeah, well, you see, it's like this," Tom went on, ignoring his mother's comment. "I always knew you were a hot babe . . . ." "Tom, please!" Karen interrupted. "Mom, just hear me out. This won't take long and I have to get it out. Please." It was more of a command than a question. Karen made a little pouting grimace with her lips and face and shrugged her shoulders slightly, still not looking at him. Tom took that as a go ahead sign. "As I was saying, I've always known that your were a very attractive women, even before my college friends started pestering me about you. Hell, even my high school buddies let me know how hot they thought you were. I always wondered why you never, or hardly ever, dated. Then I saw you last night and I was astounded at how really gorgeous you are naked and fucking . . . ." "Thomas! Stop it this instant . . . and keep your voice down. We don't want the neighbors to hear this, this obscene conversation." "What, Mom?" Tom lowered his voice, but still spoke intensely. "Obscene? Was it obscene that we are both adults and that we were in an adults only fuck palace. You were fucking, sucking, and licking pussy. Those are the facts. Do you care to disagree?" He was pressing his point, perhaps, a little to strongly, he realized. "Yes, Thomas, I was there, obviously. And yes, that's mainly how I take care of my sexual urges. But I never, ever thought that I would see you, my son, there, or, for that matter, that you would see me. And, buster, as my son, I think it was extremely inappropriate for you to be indicating to me, your mother, that you wanted me to, to, to join you in sex." Karen was now staring directly into Tom's eyes. And her eyes were lit up, all but shooting sparks. Tom decided to try and defuse the situation with an old movie cliché. "You know that you're even more beautiful when you are angry." It almost worked. Tom saw a subtle change in his mother's expression, but she responded with, "It's not funny young man." Tom realized that his cock was hard again, really hard. Since he was sitting at the table his mother couldn't see it. Arguing with her about what had happened last night was really turning him on. "Well, Mom, I'm going to lay all my cards on the table. You have always taught me to think logically. You are, after all, a professor of logic. And, logically, there is no reason why we, you and me, shouldn't have sex . . . ." "Thomas, stop it right now!" He continued. "You can't get pregnant because you had your tubes tied. We are both adults and what we consent to do together isn't anyone's business but our own." "Thomas!" Karen began. "Just let me finish, Mom," he held up his hand, palm out, as if to stop her. "I know I'm talking about incest, Mom. But what we do as consenting adults is, logically, our right to do. I saw you last night and, like I said, I was amazed and instantly I realized that I wanted to . . . well, to be blunt about it, I wanted to fuck you." Karen started to respond yet again, but Tom hurried on. "I love you, Mom. I respect you. I have great affection for you. I want to give you pleasure and I want to receive pleasure from you. I want to experience physical, carnal, lustful pleasure with you. And I want you to experience it from me, too; to give yourself up to it and enjoy it. I know that you can . . . if you wanted to." While he had been talking, Karen remembered how she had almost had a twinge of jealousy seeing the red-headed woman sucking Tom's cock. And that thought led her to remembering how big a cock Tom had. She had never fucked anyone with that big of a cock. A small part of her mind wondered how that would feel. And she couldn't deny that her son was are very attractive young man. She tried not to let herself think about him making love to her. It was so taboo, so socially condemned. She knew that, from a logical point of view, Tom was right. And the brief mental image that she couldn't stop herself from seeing, of her and Tom fucking, gave her a twinge of pleasure in her pussy. But she immediately pushed that thought away. "Well, it's not going to happen, Tom," she said calmly, but emphatically. "Okay," he said. "For now. Just give it some thought. Maybe we'll talk some more about it later. Right now," he continued, as he stood up, showing the huge tent in his shorts, "I need to go take care of this issue." He looked down at his erection pushing against the thin fabric of his shorts. Karen could see the outline of his swollen cock head and gave a little startled gasp. She hadn't been expecting that. Nor would she have expected Tom to let her see it . . . before last night. Tom smiled at her. He came around the table and bent down to give his mother a peck on the cheek. "Talk to your later, Mom." Tom walked back into the house, went upstairs to his room and, without fully closing the door, got naked and got on his bed. With eyes closed, Tom began fantasizing about fucking his mother while he whacked off yet again that morning. Karen sat at the deck table for a few seconds. Her head was spinning. Had they really just had this conversation. She was a very sensual woman and loved fucking—without emotional entanglements—which is why she went to The Farm for most of her sexual needs. Now, after seeing her there, her son wanted to fuck her . . . and told her so directly to her face. And, after showing her that he had a huge erection, he told her that he was going to, to, well, to go masturbate. "He'll probably be thinking about me, when he does," she realized. Karen got up quickly from the table and headed for Tom's bedroom. She went quietly up the carpeted stairs. At the top, she saw his door was ajar. She crept over to it and looked in. She saw Tom, naked, lying on his back on his bed. He had his hand wrapped around his huge, hard cock and was stroking it fast. He was saying something in a low voice. She had to strain to hear him. Tom was imagining his mother sucking his cock. "Suck me, Mom. That's it. Suck my cock. Let me come in your mouth. Ahhhh! That's it, Mom. I'm coming! I'm coming . . . in . . . your . . . mouth. Ah! Ah! Ah! Yeeeeeesssssss! Karen heard what Tom was saying. It shocked her, and yet she was fascinated. Then, she was even more fascinated when she saw him shoot cum nearly twelve inches straight up out of his cock in at least a half dozen white streamers. They landed back on his belly and groin area. It was more cum than Karen had ever seen any man ejaculate in her life. And, perversely, she instantly had a thought, having heard Tom express his desire for him to come in her mouth; would she be able to swallow that much cum quickly enough to keep it leaking from her mouth? Karen was shocked with herself for having such a thought. And yet, her body obviously wasn't shocked. She realized that she had that warm tingling in her pelvis that indicated the beginning of sexual arousal. Tom stirred on the bed and Karen quickly, but quietly headed back downstairs and out to the deck table where her cell phone was lying. She had to call her sister, Sara. Karen needed help with this problem—as she saw it—of Tom wanting to have sex with her. * * * "So," Sara was saying, "Tom was at The Farm last night and saw you there doing . . . what you do so well there, eh?" She gave her sister a big grin and wiggled her eyebrows. Sara, who was two years younger than Karen, had the same good looks as her sister, the same pale blond hair, the same sparkling blue eyes. She was the same height also. When together, they were often mistaken for twins. When a person got to know them better, then they could see the slight differences in their facial features. Karen and Sara were having lunch at a restaurant near the university campus. They were at a table in the outdoor patio. The restaurant had just opened up for lunch and wasn't busy yet. They had the patio pretty much to themselves, which is what Karen had counted on. She didn't want anyone to overhear their conversation. "Sara, please," Karen pleaded, "this isn't funny." "Okay, Sis," Sara said seriously. "Let's see if I have the facts. Tom saw you having sex . . . with men and women. And you saw him getting head from someone, then later you saw him again, while he and another man were holding up a woman between them giving her the ol' DP, right?" Karen nodded. "And both times Tom made eye contact with you and indicated by gestures that he wanted you to be part of what he was doing?" Logical Lust Karen nodded again. "Then, this morning, he just came right out and told you that he wanted to fuck you? "God, Sara, there's no reason to be so crude." "Well, gee, big sister, what else would it be? Having sex with someone or, if you really like them, making love. It's all the same. It's fucking. I like fucking and I know you like fucking too. How many men have we fucked together out at The Farm, sister dear? Besides, you're the one that snuck upstairs and watched him jack off while calling out your name, right? You little pervert you." Sara was leering at Karen. "Okay, okay, Sara. Yes you are right about the facts and yes Tom wants to fuck me. There, I said it. And I . . . I . . . well, yes, I did sneak up the stairs. But, but . . . I was confused, upset, and uh. Well, I don't know. I was curious to see if Tom really was going to masturbate right then." "Soooo, how did it make you feel when Tom told you straight out what he wanted and then when you saw him jacking off calling out your name?" Sara was grinning wickedly. "Oh jeez," Karen began, then she changed the subject. "Say, why weren't you at The Farm last night? "I have been dating a new guy and I decided that it was time to take him to bed. I didn't think that for our first fuck I should take him out to The Farm where, for sure, he would see me get laid by at least a half dozen other guys." "Oh. Well, you're probably right about that," Karen said with a smile. "But, said Sara, "you have ignored my question. How did you feel when Tom told you he wanted to fuck you. And how did you feel when you spied on him jacking off? And don't lie to me, big sister. We've shared to much sexually, so I'll catch you at it. You know I will." Karen sighed. She knew that Sara could read her like a book. She crossed her arms under her breasts and tilted her head back and to one side as if staring at something on the roof of a neighboring building. "I . . . I . . . guess I was a little excited," she said so softly that Sara had to strain to hear her. "Well, he is quite a hunk of a young man. I think I would get more than a little excited if I was in your place," Sara said without joking. "But that's just it, Sara. You're not in my place. Tom's my son. My God! I can't have sex with my son. It's . . . it's . . . ." "Emotional?" Sara questioned. "You told me he made a logical argument. Hell, Karen, you taught him to be logical in everything. You teach logic. So, refute him logically." "That's just it. I can't. Emotionally, yes. But not logically. My argument comes down to no, because I said so and, no, because society thinks it's wrong, which has little to do with the logic of it. And . . . well, he seems so very adamant about it. I think that he will continue to try and convince me. I don't want to fight with him, Sara. We have such a good relationship. I truly love my son and I am so proud of him, but I can't have sex with him and that's it." "Hmmm," Sara responded. "So you're talking to me . . . why?" "I thought that, if maybe you would talk to him you could convince him that I am serious about this and nothing he can do will change my mind. Would you do that for me, Sara, please? Tom has a lot of respect for you and I'm sure he would listen to you." Sara didn't think that would work, but she didn't tell her big sister that. Just like she hadn't told her how one night, when Tom was 15 years old, and she had spent the night at her sister's house because Karen had gone to the City for a seminar, Tom had been asking his aunt about proper make-out procedure. Sara had had a couple of glasses of wine and had decided to give him a lesson. They sat on the couch in the living room and began by just light kissing, which soon proceeded to full-on, open-mouth, tongue-to-tongue spit swapping and heavy breathing. But, when his hands strayed to her breasts, she fending him off. After a good half hour of that she had ended the session saying "And that's how good girls make-out." She giggled and continued, "By getting their boyfriends all hot and bothered and frustrated. So," she said, looking down at the big bulge in his jeans, "you better go to your room and take care of that." Tom had blushed deep red, but had given her a peck on the cheek, said thanks and went upstairs. Later, in bed, Sara, herself had masturbated thinking about making-out with her teen-aged nephew. "Okay, Karen. I'll give it a try. But I'm not promising anything, understand?" "Yes, of course. Thanks Sis." "So is Tom at home now?" Sara asked. He was when I left. But you'll have to call him to make sure. I've got all my files and student papers with me. I'm going to my office and work on them there. I'll be home by three-thirty, or there about. And, Sara, thanks again." Karen stood up, then bent down to kiss her sister's cheek. She picked up the bill and her purse and left. Sara pulled her phone out of her purse and punched in her nephew's number. "This is Tom," he answered on the second ring. "Hi Tommy. What are you up to today?" "Aunt Sara. My favorite aunt in the whole world!" he said gleefully. "Right, Tommy," Sara said with a laugh. "Seeing as how I am your only aunt in the whole world, I had better be your favorite." Tom laughed back. "So what's up hot stuff?" Tom was pleased to hear from his aunt, she was as good-looking as his mom. She had always flirted with him, but, except for one night when he was 15 when she had made-out with him, it had never gone beyond flirting. "Hot stuff, huh? Well, Tommy, I haven't seen you in ever so long and I though I would drop by to visit." Sara added a little subterfuge by asking, "Is your mom there?" "Nope. She left a little while ago. I think she went to her office at the U. Her briefcase is gone, as well as some paperwork she had on her desk. But come on down anyway, Auntie!" "Okay, Nephew. I'll be there in about 15 to 20 minutes. Okay?" "You've got it. I'll be waiting. Bye." After getting off the phone with his aunt, Tom, who had been sunning himself on the deck, ran upstairs to the shower to rinse off. He suspected something. It wasn't usual for his aunt to drop in on a Saturday unless something had been planned. Maybe his mom had talked to her about last night and what he had said this morning. That would be okay. He liked his aunt a lot. And, the fact that she was sometimes mistaken for his mother's twin didn't hurt either. In fact, he had fantasized about her sexually ever since they had made-out. If anything, Aunt Sara would probably be more open about the incest thing than his mom. After all, she had made-out with him for nearly a half hour with long passionate kisses. Tom made up his mind to see if he could, somehow, convince his aunt to fuck him. God that would be great, too. Tom was just finishing toweling off when he heard the doorbell ring. The front door was unlocked and he knew that Sara would come right in. He stuck his head out of the bathroom door. "Is that you Aunt Sara?" "Ye-es. Where are you Tom?" "Upstairs. I'll be down in a second." He threw the towel over the shower curtain rod, quickly combed back his hair, splashed on a little cologne, and step out into the hallway, naked, of course. "Why Tom, how you have grown." Sara was standing at the top of the stairs, not ten feet from him. Tom stopped dead in his tracks, surprised. His thinking about trying to seduce his aunt had made his cock half hard. Sara's eyes moved down his body and stopped at his groin. "And still growing, I see." She gave him a sweet smile, but he could see a sparkle of mischievousness in her eyes. "Uh, well . . . I was just going to my room to put on some clothes." He had gotten over his surprise and now was enjoying being on exhibit for his aunt's lascivious gaze. His cock started to get harder. Without wasting any time, Sara walked up to her nephew, looking him right in the eyes. She reached out and grasped his now nearly completely erect penis. "So I hear that you want to fuck your mother. Is that true?" Tom's cock gave a twitch in his aunt's firm grip. He gulped then, staring right back at her, said, "Yep. That's what I told her this morning. I based it on logic. She didn't have a logical answer to say why we shouldn't." "Yeah. She admitted as much to me half an hour ago." Sara then looked down at Tom's fully erect cock as if she was just noticing it. "Damn, Sam! But you have one big, beautiful cock, Tom. Did your mother see this last night? She was excited by her nephew's large male member. She desperately wanted to see if it would fit in her pussy. She didn't care if it was incest. She agreed with Tom's argument. They were consenting adults and she couldn't get pregnant. Sara had never wanted to have children and she had followed her sister's example by having her tubes tied also. What she and Tom did, sexually, if he would, and she was sure he would, was between them and no one else's business. "Yep. I'm sure she did." Tom was getting super turned on with this seemingly casual conversation, and him standing in front of his aunt naked, while she complemented him on the size of his cock, all the while still stroking it. "When you called," Tom continued, "I was hoping that I could seduce you, Auntie." His cock gave a double twitch as Sara's hand and fingers squeezed his cock very firmly, then relaxed and stroked his full length. "Did you now?" Sara said calmly, although her stomach did a flip-flop and she began to feel that warm feeling that preceded her pussy getting wet. She saw a drop of pre-cum at the opening of Tom's urethra and knew there was more. She ran the side of her thumb up his piss tube from the base of his cock to the tip, and caught a large dollop of the clear thick liquid on her forefinger. She brought her finger up between her face and Tom's and inspected the liquid. The tip of Sara's pink tongue licked the pre-cum off, after which she slid the finger into her mouth and suck on it. She looked her nephew straight in the eyes and smiled as she pulled her finger out of her mouth. If Sara had given Tom's dick a few good yanks right then, he probably would have come. Obviously, since his aunt was here to fuck him, he should take some action. He closed the gap between them, wrapped his arms around her, and bent his head down to kiss her. Sara opened her mouth to him and the kiss was long, wet, and passionate. Both she and Tom were moaning and grunting, then gasping for air before returning to trying to suck each other's essence out through their mouths. Her hand had left Tom's cock, which was now pressing hard against her stomach. Her arms and hands were around his naked back, pulling him to her as she pressed her pussy into his thigh. When they next came up for air she gasped, "Let's go to your bedroom, Tommy. I don't want to fuck on the hallway floor." She squealed delightfully as he quickly scooped her up in his arms, turned and marched to his bedroom. "Put me down," Sara commanded. "Get on the bed." He did as she said, laying on his back slowly stroking his incredibly hard hard-on. He watch his aunt as she divested herself of her jacket, blouse, brassiere, skirt, panties, and shoes in record time. Tom noticed that she shaved her pussy, as so many women did these days. She was wearing black, thigh-high stockings and started to remove those when Tom said "No, Aunt Sara, leave those on." "Okay," she smiled at him and climbed on the bed. Kneeling beside him she took his big cock in her hand again. "This is going to be fun," she told him with a big grin on her face. "Oh hell yes, Auntie," he responded. Sara bent down and took the head of his dick into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before sliding as much of his length in as she could without choking. Her pretty lips, colored in shimmering pink, were stretched fully around his thickness. Tom's body tensed up at the incredible feeling of his aunt's soft, wet mouth on his hard cock. He closed his eyes, then he opened them up again. It was like a dream, a fantasy come true. His beautiful aunt was sucking his cock . . . and doing a great job of it. This was just as good as his original goal of fucking his mother, of having her suck his dick like his aunt was doing now. "Oh my God, Aunt Sara, if you keep that up I'm going to come soon." Sara lifted her mouth from his dick. "That's the idea, Tom. Come. Come soon. Come in my mouth. I'll swallow it all." She slid her lips back over his vein-bulging manhood, stroking his shaft with her hand at the same time. After she told him that, Tom didn't even try to slow down the inevitable. With lust-glazed eyes he watched his aunt suck his cock, feeling every nuances of her wetness, her lips, her tongue, and even her teeth. She looked up at him and they locked gazes. And then his sexual tension reached the point of no return. "Here it comes, Aunt Sara. Ah, yes! Suck my cock. Suck my cock! Yes! Yes! Yes!" and he heaved his hips up as his thick shaft began to throb and shoot stream after stream of his hot, slick semen into Sara's mouth. True to her word, Sara swallowed it all with out missing a beat. Tom's body relaxed and his hips fell back to the bed. He was deep in the after glow of a great orgasm and his body was trembling slightly. Sara moved up beside him and planted a big wet and loving kiss on his mouth, which he returned with gusto. "I really enjoyed that, Tom," she said. "Not half as much as I did, I'm sure," he laughed and hugged her and pulled her on top of him. He ran his hands up and down her back and over her ass. "God that was great. Aunt Sara you are one fantastic cocksucker." "Why thank you, nephew. And I'll bet that you are an equally great pussy-licker, too." "If I'm not, you can teach me whatever it is that I need to learn." "Deal," she said. With that, Tom rolled Sara off of his body and on to her back beside him. He maneuvered himself up on his elbow then leaned down for a sweet kiss. He could still taste the essence of his semen on his aunt's tongue. That didn't bother him at all. Becky had taught him, long ago, that if he expected a woman to let him come in her mouth and, especially, if he expected her to swallow it, he should be man enough to kiss her on the mouth afterwards. After all, she had told him, all things considered, semen is nearly sterile compared to saliva. Becky had also convinced Tom to go down on her after he had come in her pussy when she hadn't come yet herself. It thrilled her to know that "her man" was willing to do that for her, making her resultant orgasm just a bit more intense. And, as she had explained logically, if he didn't have a problem slurping up her pussy juice and expected her to swallow his cum, then the combination of them couldn't hurt him, now could it? Tom had been hesitant the first time he did it. After all, a man licking his own cum out of a woman's pussy was pretty, well, kinky, wasn't it? But, he discovered that it wasn't all that bad, just a bit more wet and slick. And the fact that Becky had really gotten off on it and was especially loving and affectionate afterwards made up for the kinky factor. As Tom kissed his aunt, his free hand was caressing her breasts. They weren't huge breasts, but they were good-sized one. They looked to be about the size of his mother's, which he knew from doing the laundry, including his mother's bras, to be 34-C's. Sara's nipple were erect and Tom let his fingers brush back and forth, ever so gently, over the right one. Then, using his index finger, he lightly circled around and around it, barely touching it and barely touching the areola surrounding it. Sara sighed into his mouth. "Oh Tom, that feels good." Next, Tom pinched his aunt's nipple between his thumb and index finger, not too hard, but firmly, then twisted it a little and tugged on it. "Ah, yes, Tom" Sara moved her mouth to his ear and in, an excited, breathy voice, said, "Pinch it harder, Tom. Pull on it." Tom did as he was told, and was surprised when Sara pulled his hand away from her nipple. "Use your mouth, sweetie. Bite it Tom," Sara urged her nephew. "That's it," she continued when Tom took her nipple between his teeth. "Harder, Tommy, bite it harder, and pull on it," she gasped. "Now the other one." Sara shifted her body and Tom moved his head to, first lick, then bite and tug on his aunt's left nipple. "Oh God, Tommy! I have such sensitive nipples, I could come like this, if you keep up what you are doing." Just like Becky, Tom thought. "Oh! Oh! Yes, Tom, finger me now. God you're going to make me come!" Tom had moved his hand down between his aunt's legs to begin stroking her pussy. His fingers got immediately wet as he dredged them between her inner lips. He strongly massaged his aunt's dripping wet pussy, which made her moan and thrust her hips up against his hand. He was still biting and tugging on her left nipple. Then he placed the palm of his hand over her clitoris, with his fingers curled slightly into her vagina, and pressed firmly while slightly rotating his hand back and forth. Sara's heels pressed hard into the bed while her shoulders and head did the same, her neck arched back. She ground her pussy against Tom's hand and gasped, "Oh God, yes! I'm coming! Tom let go of his aunt's nipple but kept his hand, motionless, pressed firmly to her pussy. Sara's body shuttered as her climax passed and her muscles relaxed. She opened her eyes, which she had squeezed shut at the beginning of her orgasm, and smiled at Tom. She took his head in both of her hands and pulled him down to her mouth and gave him a long affectionate kiss. Then she sighed deeply. "Wow! I really wasn't expecting that. I guess the idea of fucking my nephew got me more excited than usual. Not to mention what a great job you did with your mouth on my tits and your hand on my pussy." Tom smiled and said, teasingly, "Well then, Auntie, I guess you won't need me to lick your pussy, eh? "Oh no, Tommy. This orgasm was just an added extra. I most definitely want you to give me a good tongue lashing. And then I dearly want to fuck that huge dick of yours." "Okay," was all Tom replied. He gave Sara a quick kiss on the lips then headed south to kiss and lick her other lips. Sara spread her legs wide as Tom positioned himself. He lay on his belly and all but stuck his nose into his aunt's very wet pussy. He inhaled the pungent, but not unpleasant, womanly scent of her sex. Then he broadly licked her labia from the bottom to the top, stopping over her clitoris. Sara's body gave a shudder and she moaned in pleasure. Tom eagerly lapped up his aunt's copious vaginal lubrication while licking, sucking, and nibbling all over her pussy. He varied his tongue and lip movements, not doing the same thing more than two or three times. He would, occasionally, lick or suck on her clitoris, making her jump. His saliva and her pussy juices mixed to make everything sopping wet. He loved it. He loved the wet mess. He loved the smell. He loved the taste. He was amazed and super turned on that he was actually licking his aunt's pussy . . . and would fuck her later. His dick had gotten so hard underneath him that he figured he could poke a hole in the mattress if he tried. He changed his methods again. He started to quickly lick the top of Sara's pussy, ending up giving her clit a little flick. "Oh God yes!" Sara all but screamed. She grabbed Tom's head with both hands and pulled him hard against her thrusting pussy. "Suck my click, Tommy!" she demanded. "Suck it! Suck it! Please, suck it!" Tom gladly did what she wanted and Sara was instantly in the throes of a strong, body-shaking orgasm. Tom held on . . . not that he could go any place, since his aunt's thighs were squeezing against his ears like a vice and her hands, entwined in his hair, was pulling him hard against her pussy. Logical Lust Finally, he felt her body relax. Tom, grinning a big wet grin maneuvered his body up and over his aunt. She was still shaking a little. "Like that, did you?" he asked wryly. Sara opened her eyes, then embraced her nephew and pulled him down for another long kiss. "Oh, Tommy, I loved that. That was one of the best pussy-licking-orgasms that I've ever had." Tom shifted his body some more and brought the tip of his super erect cock up against his aunt's wet pussy. "Ready to get fucked, Aunt Sara?" he asked with a smile. Sara lifted her legs and wrapped them around Tom's hips, resting her heels on his buttocks. This shift caused the tip of his cock to slide just inside the entrance of her vagina. Sara's body gave a shiver of pleasure as she felt his big cock-head started to spread her pussy open. With eyes full of lust Sara said, "Oh yes, Tom. Fuck me with your big cock." Tom grinned as he slowly pushed his nine-inch cock into his aunt's very wet and receptive pussy. "Oh God you're big," Sara groaned. "Fuck! You're filling my pussy so wonderfully." She spread her legs wide, opening herself up more for her nephew's cock. Tom had nearly six inches of his cock in his aunt's vagina. He looked down to see how beautiful her shaved pussy looked stretched around his thick cock. "You ready for a little more, Auntie," he asked, still grinning at her. Sara grinned back at her nephew, Yeah, Tommy. Give me all you can, just go slowly." Tom did as she asked. He carefully pushed more of his thick shaft into his aunt's pussy. He stopped when the tip of his cock pressed firmly against Sara's cervix at the back of her vagina. He still had a little more to go if he was to give her every bit of his length. "Oh—fuck—me!" Sara gasped as she felt Tom's sex tool bottom out in her pussy. "No! Wait. Don't," she laughed. "Let me get used to the size of you. God I am so full of cock. How wonderful! Tom laughed, then lowered his mouth to kiss his aunt some more. She responded lustfully. She also wriggled her hips and pressed herself down onto his cock even more. She groaned, but Tom wasn't sure if it was from pain or pleasure. "Move back up a minute, Tom," Sara said. As he levered himself back up, Sara reached down to feel her pussy and his cock. "Damn! You've nearly got all of that monster inside me." "Am I hurting you aunt Sara?" Tom asked with concern. "No. Yes. No, not really. It's almost painful, but oh my God what a wonderful pain," Sara said in a halting, panting voice. "Fuck me now, Tom. Just start out slowly and don't slam it all the way in, okay?" "Of course Aunt Sara. I would never hurt my favorite Aunt." He gave her another big grin. Sara giggled at that old joke and pulled him down for another kiss. "Just kiss me and fuck me slowly until my poor little pussy gets used to your big salami." For the next few minutes Tom and his aunt kissed, and kissed, and kissed passionately some more, while Tom, supporting himself on his forearms and knees, flexed his pelvis and moved his cock slowly in and out of Sara's pussy. It seemed to him that she was getting wetter by the moment. His cock was sliding effortlessly back and forth, albeit, not very far. "Oh Tommy, fuck me faster now," his aunt whispered. Her warm moist breath in his ear gave Tom goose bumps down his left side. Tom increased the length of his stroke, fucking in and out of his aunt's tight, slick pussy with six inches of his cock. Sara raised her legs and brought her heels down on Tom's rising and falling buttocks, then she pressed up to meet him in a down stroke. "Ahhhgggg!" she cried out and Tom faltered. "Don't stop, Tommy!" she yelled. "Fuck me with everything you've got! Fuck me deep! Fuck me hard!" And so he did. He drove his thick, long cock fully in and out his aunt's pussy. He fucked her fast and hard. He was excited by the feeling of her slick, tight vagina; by the fact that she could take him all the way; and, especially, that this was his beautiful, sexy aunt he was fucking. He knew that it wouldn't take long to come. He would have to slow down or risk shooting his load too soon. "Oh God, yes! Tom! Tom! I'm coming! I'm coming," his aunt screamed. And then she was convulsing in a tremendous, body-wracking orgasm, brought on as much by the size of Tom cock as much as the fact that she was actually fucking her hot, handsome, muscular nephew. Sara was biting Tom in the shoulder and her fingernails were digging into his back as she pushed, pushed, and pushed her cunt hard against his thrusting cock. Tom stopped worrying about his impending orgasm. Ignoring the pain caused by Sara's teeth and fingernails, he began to fuck her even harder as he reached the point at which he was going to come no matter what, even if he stopped moving . . . which he never did. He kept thrusting until he had finished shooting his load. To him, it was like being on automatic pilot. He felt no exertion at this point, only the wonderful, incredible feeling of his cock ejaculating his hot cum deep into his aunt's pussy. His semen rushed up the length of his dick and erupted a half dozen times before he was through. Both Tom and Sara were trembling and panting. They were both sweating as if they had stepped out of a steam bath. He still held his weight off of his aunt using his knees and elbows. He wanted to roll off onto his back beside her and just get his breath back. But he also like the feeling of hovering over the woman he had just fucked, feeling his cock, still giving off little pulses of pleasure, still held tightly in her pussy. And he just didn't want to pull out right then. "Oh wow, Auntie! That was fantastic!" Tom said, still gasping for air. "Oh wow, Nephew. You're not kidding." Sara grinned up at her nephew, then pulled his head down to hers and kissed him affectionately. Then she pushed him over to the side and he flopped onto his back, his now half-erect penis pulling wetly out of her vagina. "Were both dripping wet" she laughed. "Stay here, I'll be right back," Sara said as she scooted off the bed. She went out the door and down the hall to the bathroom. After a short while, Tom heard the toilet flush. Sara was back in a couple of moments later with a damp cloth in one hand and a towel in the other. "God, you came a lot. I had to use a handful of TP to soak it up." Tom merely smiled. Sara handed him the towel to blot up the sweat on his face, neck, and chest while she knelt between his legs and took his now flaccid penis into her mouth and began sucking all of it. "Oh, yes, Aunt Sara, that feels good. Keep that up and I'll be hard in a jiffy. Then we can fuck again." "Sorry, Tommy. No can do," she said as she now carefully wiped his cock and balls with the damp washcloth. "I've got to leave, and soon. Your mom will be home any time now and I wasn't supposed to come over here and fuck you. I was supposed to talk you out of wanting to fuck your mother." "Personally, I think she crazy," Sara continued, as she lay on her side next to her nephew. "First of all, she's neither a saint nor a prude. She likes to fuck . . . a lot. She can't get pregnant. You knew that, right?" Tom nodded. His hands were behind his head. His aunt was resting her cheek against his chest and, while talking, she was lightly running a finger around his right nipple . . . and that was starting to turn him on. "Here you are, a fine specimen of a handsome, intelligent, muscular young man, with a huge cock. A young man who knows how to lick pussy and evidently enjoys it. And one who knows how to use his huge cock without hurting a girl. All that and so convenient. Right here at home. Logically, Tommy, I have to agree with you. My sister should jump all over you. I know I would if you were my son." "That brings up a question, Aunt Sara. Pregnancy . . . and you . . .?" "Not to worry. I had my tube tied, just like your mom did. I decided that I really don't want children and I do like to fuck. I mean, normally I would have been with your mom last night at The Farm, but I had a prior commitment." "You go there too?" Tom asked, amazed. "Oh hell yes! Karen and I have been going there since it got started. Hell, we're charter members." "Man the things a kid doesn't even know or suspect about his mom and aunt." "Yep. But then we couldn't have suspected that you would have turned out to be such a hunk with such a beautiful and beautifully big dick." With that Sara got on her knees and saw that Tom's cock was now at least three-quarters erect. "No, no naughty boy!" she said as she grabbed his cock at the base and squeezed it hard. She gave his cock head a kiss, then gave him a quick one on the mouth. "I've got to go now she said as she got off the bed. You mother is going to kill me when she finds out about this, and she will find out about it, I'm sure . . . unless, of course, you can convince her to fuck you." Sara was picking up her clothing one piece at a time and putting them on. As she was leaving, she turned at the door. Her eyes went wide as she saw her nephew slowly stroking his now fully erect penis. He was grinning his winning grin at her and wiggled his eyebrows in supplication. "Nope. Sorry. Maybe later. Hell, what am I saying. Of course later. And stick to the logic theme with Karen." She blew him a kiss, then was gone. Tom lay there, stroking himself, thinking of what he and his aunt had just done, thinking about how it would have been with his mother, or rather, how it would be with his mother. He thought about seeing his mother fucking last night and thought some more about how it would be to fuck his mother, when he finally did. Of course, he wasn't sure that would happen. He just imagined it happening. Within in fifteen minutes his cock was shooting his semen onto his belly and chest as he groaned with pleasure. * * * Sara was half-way home when her cell phone went off. She flipped it open and saw that it was Karen. "Hi sis, how's it going?" Sara was going to try and play this cool and not blurt out anything that she shouldn't. "Well . . . what happened. You did talk to Tom, didn't you?" "Yeah, but . . . . But, well, I couldn't convince him, you know, to stop wanting what . . ." Sara paused as she thought of how to phrase this delicate situation on an open cell phone, "uh, what you don't want him to have. You know?" "How did you approach it? What did you say to him, anyway?" "Oh, well, he wouldn't listen to anything. He's convinced that he's right and, well, I couldn't convince him," Sara finished lamely. There was a long pause and some static. "Karen, are you still there?" "Yeah. I'm just thinking." There was another pause, then, "Wait! Wait! Oh my God! Sara you didn't. Tell me you didn't" "Didn't what?" Sara asked weakly. "Oh yes you did. Didn't you?" Karen accused her. "You had sex with Tommy. How could you Sara, you're his . . . ." Sara interrupted Karen's angry tirade, "Hey! Don't you shout at me. Tom's a big beautiful . . . man. You should be flattered. And, personally, I think you're crazy not to take him up on his offer. But Karen had broken the connection. "Oh well," Sara said out loud to herself, "she'll get over it. Or . . . Or, Tommy will seduce her and everything will be forgiven . . . . I hope." Chapter Four After masturbating, Tom got into the shower to wash the semen off his body and to freshen up from the hot and sweaty sex he and his aunt had just had. He was now sitting at his desk with a textbook open in front of him. He wasn't studying. He couldn't. Too much was rolling around in his mind: Images of watching his mother having sex with men and women at The Farm; images of the sex he had just had with Sara, not an hour ago; images of having sex with his mother. He knew what society thought about incest, but he didn't care. How did fucking his aunt harm anyone? It was consensual adult behavior. It was no one's business but their own. And his strong desire to fuck his mother was the same. If he could convince her to have sex with him, it would be their business and no one else's. If. Right now it looked like that was a might big if. Still, he would continue to try. Besides the logic of the situation, he thought to himself, my mom's a hottie and the thought of fucking her is so damned exciting, so damned taboo, that I just have to see if I can wear her down and get her into bed. His cock started to get erect again. Damn!, he thought, I've come five times today and "Mr. Happy" is still ready to go. Tom hadn't bothered to get dressed after getting out of the shower. He reached down and began to stroke himself lightly, imagining his mother on her back with her legs spread wide open to him, and slowly inserting his big, hard cock all the way into her willing pussy. He imagined her saying: "Oh yes Tom, fuck me. Fuck your mother with your big cock." Within seconds, he was fully erect again. He heard a car in the driveway. He looked out the window and saw his mother getting out of her 350Z. She didn't look happy as she marched up the sidewalk to the front door. "Hmm?" Tom mused to himself. "I think she must have talked to Auntie Sara. This could get interesting. * * * On the way home, after hanging up on her sister, Karen had fumed and cursed. Then she had taken several deep breaths and calmed down. She tried to think about this situation logically. Then she laughed at herself. Logic, she thought, that's the argument Tom was using. This wasn't a logical situation. Or was it? Okay, so Sara and Tom had had sex. Where was the harm? They are both adults. It was consensual. Sara can't get pregnant. Even if she could, even if Sara allowed herself to get pregnant, the chances of her giving birth to a physically or mentally damaged baby were slim. Tom was an attractive young man, Karen had to admit, as she continued to analyze the situation. Well, hell, he was more than attractive. He was a hunk. Tall, handsome, with a wonderfully lean, muscular body. And his cock. Karen was shocked to think that she was picturing her son's hard erect penis, as she had seen it last night at The Farm and this morning when she peeked into his room and watched him masturbating. But Jesus! She had to admit, he has a wonderful looking tool. So, she continued to herself, this was a case of two overly horny people, her son and her sister, being thrown together in a very sexually tense situation—and I was the one who had done the throwing—doing what came naturally to two such people. Right? No! It was still incest. So why, she asked herself, was incest so bad? Because men tended to commit incest with females who were children—basically, rape. But Tom was not a child and, of course, neither was Sara. Because inbreeding can pair two bad recessive genes together and produced physically or mentally damaged offspring. But Sara couldn't get pregnant. And even that scenario didn't hold up in the light of logic. It was not required for couples to get genetic testing done before getting married to see if they might have bad recessive genes that could produce damaged offspring. Besides, while the chances of that happening was greater in cases of incest, it wasn't all that common. And such genetic problems did happen with married couples who were not related at all. Karen sighed. So it really comes down to societal mores, which, when it came to incest were really based on religion and emotion and not logic and science. Of course, rape was wrong. And child molesting was rape and terribly wrong. But two consenting adults, who just happened to be closely related . . . well, shouldn't that just be between them? She sighed again and said out loud to herself, "Okay. I have to admit, all things considered, that if Tom wasn't my son, I would gladly jump into bed with him and fuck his brains out." Karen giggled as the old, silly, phrase. But, at times, it did seem appropriate. "I have to admit that he is a very attractive young man and that my body, despite my beliefs, did react to his masculinity and sexuality. So now what, Karen?" she asked herself, still speaking out loud. "I don't know. I don't know. It's still incest and that seems so wrong . . . and yet, and yet. Damn it!" she shouted, "if I am fully truthful to myself—and logical—the thought of fucking my son is, is, is, well," she finally admitted, "exciting, even if it is wrong. There, I said it. For what it's worth." Karen was still at odds over this situation as she pulled into her driveway and made her way up to the front door of her house. * * * The garage door had been closed, but Karen was pretty sure Tom was still home. "Tom," she called out towards the stairs, "are you here?" "Yeah, Mom," she heard him answer. "I'm in my room." Karen heaved a big sigh. She was determined to confront her son about his logical, but emotionally wrong, thoughts about her . . . them. She walked up the stairs with determination. When she got to his bedroom door she found it open. Tom was sitting at his desk, sideways to the door. He huge cock was fully erect and he was stroking it. "Tom, this has to stop!" she said emphatically, stepping into his room. Tom stood up and walk towards his mother, his erect cock pointing the way. Karen backed up but found herself stopped by the door jam. Tom stopped right in front of his mother. The head of his cock was just brushing against the top of her slacks, where her blouse was tucked in. "Mom, you're so hot, so sexy that I can't think of anything else but you." "Tom, no . . . ." "After seeing you last night," he continued in spite of her interruption, "seeing you fucking and licking pussy; seeing you like I've never seen you before . . . . I was confused, conflicted. But then I did what you have always taught me. Think logically. I did. There is no logical reason why we couldn't have sex . . . if we both wanted to." With that, he embraced his mother, pulled her to him in his strong arms and bent down and kissed her. Her first reaction was to keep her lips tightly closed. But then, his hard cock was poking straight into her abdomen and, without thinking, she reached down and grabbed it to shift it up to lay flat against her body. When she touched his cock it twitched in her hands and it felt like a jolt of electricity ran through her hand, arm, and body, making its way to her vagina. Karen's knees went weak and, at that moment, her mouth relaxed. The next thing she knew, she was kissing her son. Karen was shocked, but she couldn't seem to find the strength to push him away. His tongue ran around hers, slick, smooth, and oh so tasty. She was also shocked to realized that she was still tightly holding on to her son's cock. She was further shocked to realize that her pussy was getting wet. Karen's mind was confused. One part of her mind said that this was wrong, terribly wrong. The other part of her mind wanted to pull her son into her, to suck his cock, to feel that big man tool spread her pussy lips and enter her and fill her up fully. She released Tom's cock and her arms embraced his naked body. Her fingers reach for and dug into his firm ass cheeks. She pulled her son's body tight against hers. She felt his big cock pressing hard against her belly. Right then she decided. Emotions aside, logic wins. There was no logical reason why she couldn't fuck her son. Ergo, there was no logical reason why she shouldn't. Yes, there were laws prohibiting such behavior, but they weren't based in logic when it came to adult consensual behavior. Besides, she wasn't going to tell anyone and she seriously doubted that Tom would, or Sara, for that matter. All things considered, Karen was willing to take that chance right now, as small as it was. And while a part of her mind told her that sex was emotion, not logic, another part of her mind answered, that the argument was still valid. The decision to have sex with her son was, or could, or should be logical. But the fact that she was going to give into it and surrender herself to the physical pleasure—enhanced by the very taboo fact that it was her son that she was going to fuck—was emotional. The sweet, enjoyable, illogical pleasure of physically, sexually connecting with another person.