18 comments/ 232952 views/ 145 favorites Mom Helps By: DaktoRto It all started when I did an absolutely stupid stunt. My buddies and I were four-wheeling one weekend in the backwoods. Of course there was beer to fuel the young macho males since it was my birthday bash. We came to a deep wide ravine and the bitching about going around started. Then, suddenly, the challenge. "Bet ya can't jump it." I looked at it and thought, 'Bet, I can.' I backed off, lined up on it and to the cheers of my buddies, let 'er rip. Launching into the air, I thought, 'Yeah, I'm gonna do it.' "Woo-Hoo!" I yelled. BAM! I hit a limb. It hit me like a ball bat. (Broken jaw.) The four-wheeler continued across the ravine. I was sent tumbling toward the ravine wall. I hit a third of the way down, head-first. (Cracked skull, broken neck with a total of eleven cracked vertebrae. Both shoulder ball sockets broken. Both clavicles broken.) I bounced away and continued down. I hit again. (Right Ulna, four ribs and right femur broken.) Shooting sideways, I hit a two pointed rock with my chest and left side. (Sternum and three ribs broken.) One more short bounce into a pile of leaves and stuff, caught me, and I slid the next hundred fifty feet to the bottom. I know all this, cause one of my buddies had his camera out for the jump and he gave me the tape. It took rescue a long time to get to me and I spent five weeks in the hospital before mom and dad took me home. I should have stayed in the hospital for better care. Insurance or not, the co-pays were eating my folks lunch. What happened at home, made everything worth it. If I knew, a head of time, that I had to have that accident to get what happened at home, I'd do it in a heartbeat. So, there I am, at home in my bed, helpless. My jaw is wired shut and will be for another week or so. They don't want to take a chance on the hinge misaligning. Oh yeah, I forgot, I lost all my front teeth when I hit the limb so I got this piece of plastic with a hole in it there. My head is tilted back and held so it can't move by this contraption screwed to my head and wrapping around my neck. It is joined to a cast covering my upper body. My arms stick straight out to the side, bent forward at the elbow and braced to the cast, somewhere below. The cast goes all the way to my upper legs, leaving my genitals and asshole exposed. The cast goes to the knee on my right leg, but not the left. You get the picture. I am helpless. Eighteen and helpless. I spent the night drugged. The next afternoon, it started, innocently. Mom came in all cheerful. "Ready for your bath?" 'Bath?' I thought. Mom started at my head, washing carefully around the brace and my sore jaw. She disappeared and I thought it was over. But, then, I felt her washing my feet. I don't know why, but I thought about my cock and felt my balls move. 'Oh, Shit! I can't get a hardon! Not now! Not with mom washing me!' As the warm washcloth moved slowly up my legs, I felt myself getting harder and harder. Concentrating not to, didn't help. When mom got to that forbidden area, she didn't just grab it and wash. I felt the washcloth on my balls, then up my shaft, causing it to twitch. Then it felt like she used her forefinger and thumb to lightly grasp and pick my cock up to wash the rest. My cock throbbed again. Finished, she covered me with a towel and pulled the sheet up. "All done. Back in a few." She said as I heard her leave. 'Oh Jesus. I got a hardon in front of mom. And, she touched it.' That's when old memories came back. I remembered it was mom I first jacked-off too. I remembered the first time. I saw mom getting out of the tub. She was bent over, naked, her tits hanging down and swaying. I could see them again, with their big brown nipples, swaying back and forth. It wasn't mom that came back, but dad. He helped me to the bathroom to show me the 'Piss Tube,' as he called it. And a squeeze handle thing to pull my pants down and back up. "Uh, yeah. Great dad, I don't have any pants." "Your mother is getting you some big PJs. So all we gotta do is get you up and down. When you can get up, that is." "How about wiping my ass?" "Shit! Hadn't thought about that. Guess we'll still have to. You can still piss by yourself and ya do that more than shit." 'Yeah, dad, I know. You just don't wanna touch my cock.' I thought, rolling my eyes. After a few more minutes, mom brought in my liquid meal. It was a lot different than the hospital crap. That stuff is just plain nasty. Mom brought in six glasses, all with different colored stuff. "I tasted everything and I think it's pretty good. I hope you like it." Talking with your jaw wired shut is a bitch. "It's gotta be better than that hospital stuff." That meal was fuckin' great. Mom had made the meal and prepared me a plate. She seasoned everything and then put it in the blender until it would go through a straw. I had steak, baked potato with sour cream, asparagus, cauliflower, biscuit (through a straw ain't good), and sweet potatoes. Why the hell can't hospitals do that? I couldn't chew. But, I could get it in my mouth and roll it around with my tongue to actually taste it. That hospital crap was like wood pulp. The third day, I got another bath. It was the same procedure as before. The only difference was taking the PJs on and off. Once again, I got a hardon. I couldn't help but think about mom jacking me off again. As soon as she started washing my face, I got hard. This time when I came, something was different. I knew I was shooting like before, but nothing flew through the air. After I came, I heard mom softly say, "Hmmmm, It's still a mess. And, there's so much of it." "Sorry, Mom." I mumbled. "That's all right dear. Don't worry about it." Mom cleaned me up, pulled my PJs on and quietly left. I was loving it and wished I could participate freely. And, I was wanting it more than just bath time. Mom had a pattern going of bathing me every other day, so I was looking forward to her jacking me off again. The day came and went, with no bath. To say I was disappointed, is putting it mildly. Dad did something for me though. He put a mirror, high up on the wall. It was angled so I could see the room. And he said he would try and rig up a TV for me to watch, because I couldn't sit or stay upright very long. The next day, mom came in and started doing her cleaning in my room. I watched her in the mirror. Something was different. She seemed nervous and kept looking at me, mostly my mid-section. She didn't know about the mirror. 'Did she just? Yeah, she is. She's playing with her tits when she looks at me.' Each time she looked at me she touched her tits and fingered her nipples. The longer she looked, the more she played with herself. When she left, she swung her hand out. Her fingertips touched the top of my foot and trailed lightly up and over my toes. It was ever so brief as she walked out. 'Damn! Is she deliberately trying to excite me?' A few minutes later, mom came back, carrying the wash basin. "Missed your bath yesterday. Sorry hon." "It's alright, mom. Didn't really need one." 'No, I didn't need a bath. I needed jacked-off.' "Well, the Dr. Gave me a schedule, so I'll try and do better." "You're doing great, mom. No complaints. Really." "Shhhh. No more talk. Relax and enjoy your bath." Mom' touch was soft and I smelled lilacs. She had scented the water. When she moved down to wash my legs, I watched in the mirror. She never looked at the mirror, only glancing up over my cast and back at my mid-section. Mom was touching herself as she did earlier. By the time she reached my calves, she had unbuttoned her dress. Constantly, looking up over my cast to make sure I couldn't see her. When she reached my knees, she pulled a tit out. 'Oh, Wow! Damn! It looks better than I remember!' My cock jumped and got harder. I heard a low moan from mom. She exposed her other tit. 'Son-of-a-bitch, they look good!' My cock jumped again as mom paused to twist and pull her nipples. She continued up and I closed my eyes. I felt something touch the tip of my cock and opened my eyes just in time to see mom touching me. She looked over my cast again, before moving that finger to her lips. Her eyes closed and she had a wonderfully sensual look on her face as she sucked her finger. She was tasting me and loving it. Mom washed my ass. When she finished, she ran her finger around my asshole and up to my balls. I twitched and moaned. "That tickle, Dear?" But, before I could answer, she was already washing my balls. Finished with my balls, she put the washcloth in her right hand to do my cock. As she washed my cock with her right hand, she played with my balls with her left hand and licked her lips. 'Jesus, I hope this means she's going to give me a blowjob. I hope. I hope. I hope.' Mom put the washcloth down and glanced over my cast, again. She gripped my cock so lightly, I could hardly feel it as her hand moved up and down. Another quick glance and mom lowered her head. Her tongue flicked out and licked the tip of my cock. 'Oh Shit! C'mon mom, put it in your mouth. Please, please, put it in your mouth.' Mom licked the underside of my cock. "OH, Mom." I moaned through my teeth. She didn't stop. Her grip became tighter and she put the head of my cock in her mouth. If she hadn't stood my cock straight up, I wouldn't have seen it. 'Holy Shit! My cock is in mom' mouth. Y-YESSSS! Suck it, mom. Suck it.' I hadn't had a blowjob since last summer, when Laura broke up with me. She gave me a goodbye blowjob. Then I noticed mom' free hand was unbuttoning the rest of her dress. I was hypnotized, watching each button pop free. When she reached the last button, she spread her legs wide. 'God yeah! Let me see that pussy.' The button came free and mom threw the dress to the side. 'Mom shaves!' I couldn't believe my mom shaved her pussy. Actually, I could only see her mound and long clit sticking out, but there wasn't any hair. Mom' hand trailed down her thigh to her pussy and she began rubbing herself. The speed of her hand on my cock matched the hand rubbing her pussy. Then more of my cock went into her mouth. And more. And more. Until over half my cock disappeared into her mouth each time her head went down. It didn't take long, but eternity passed, before mom froze in place while shaking and letting out a deep moan. She began again, immediately going fast. I wasn't going to last long. Hell, it felt too damn good. I felt my balls tighten and instinctively flexed my ass. Excruciating pain shot up my back and down my right leg. Not even that could stop the cum racing up my cock. When the first blast shot into mom' mouth, she began shaking as well. Between the pain in my back and the ecstasy in my cock, I kind of blacked out. But, I could hear mom, gag, gurgle and gulp as I shot stream after stream into her mouth. When I could open my tear filled eyes, I saw mom shaking violently with my cock in her mouth. Her legs were clamped together on her hand and she had kinda fell back with her eyes closed. Mom didn't swallow all of it, there was cum on her fingers and the back of her hand. Her tongue came out licking around my cock-head. She opened her eyes and the look of lust on her face was one I'll never forget. Mom was looking straight at me in the mirror. Her face momentarily went blank. Slowly, she smiled sexily. Letting my cock from her mouth she licked her fingers and hand clean. She began stroking my cock again and smiling. "Did you like what I did?" "OH God, Yes." "And, what are you thinking." I didn't answer because I couldn't say I wanted to fuck her. She continued stroking and squeezing my rock hard cock. Her voice was soft and wanton. "Are you so sick and depraved that you want to have sex with your own mother?" "Yes." I moaned. "We will, but not now. Not until all this stuff comes off. In the meantime, you'll just have to be satisfied with what I have done. Hmmmm, I could give us both a taste of what's to come, by letting you inside me, briefly. Would you like that?" I didn't know what she was talking about. I just wanted to cum again. "Huh? Uh, yeah, I guess." Mom dropped her dress to the floor and climbed up on the bed. She walked up, until she was standing under my arms. "Like what you see?" "Oh Yeah! You're beautiful." Mom bent over causing her tits to hang down and sway. "You're just saying that to get in my pants." "Ah, you're not wearing any." "Oh my! I'm not am I. I'm going to have to be more careful around you. You are a slick one. One of those boys my mother warned me about." With a giggle, mom stepped back and slowly squatted down. She took my cock in her hand and stroked it a few times. Then she stood my cock up and rubbed it on her pussy. Straightening up and looking in the mirror, she said, "Watch closely. You get to go back where you came from ... just for a minute." Mom settled down and the warmth of her pussy surrounded my cock-head. I watched as my cock-head appeared and disappeared several times in her pussy. "Mmmmmmmmmmm." Mom' head went back as she moaned. "Whew! Ready to completely feel where you came from?" "Yes. God YES!" Mom looked at the mirror and let herself settle all the way down my cock. "Dear Jesus!" She gasped. Her weight caused excruciating pain in my hip and back. Causing me to scream through my teeth and pass out. It was brief and when I opened my eyes, I heard, "ry Baby. Oh, God, I am so sorry!" She was off of me faster than I could see and standing next to the bed, bent over with my cock in her mouth. One hand between my legs and one next to my side, she was doing pushups sucking my cock. My pain was forgotten as my balls churned to empty again. It didn't take long with mom doing a porn star routine sucking me. I erupted into her mouth. The volume wasn't there since I already came once, but the pressure was and mom reacted to it. Not a single drop escaped, she got it all and softly sucked me until I softened. Mom stood, smiled and moved toward my head. She stopped with a mischievous look and touched my hand with a tit. "Go ahead. I know you want to." I tried to feel her tits but there are only so many ways you can bend your wrist. Mom moved into an awkward position to give me a full frontal feel of her tits. After I felt both of them, she sat down and caressed my face before kissing me. She raised slightly and whispered, "I Love You, Honey." Kissed me again and left. I didn't know why mom was doing all of this and I really didn't care. I loved it! I was going to find out, that Mom and Dad were hiding something from everybody. Something that was going to end up changing my life forever. After that fateful day, there was no pretense, mom would bathe me and suck me off. Sometimes, several times. She started out wearing sexy revealing outfits, on those days. My mom was a new woman. The first freedom I got was the wire removed from my jaw. Man, that was great. I could eat again. Mom' kisses were tongue teasing and now I could tongue back. But, mostly ... mostly I wanted to taste her pussy. I had to beg her to let me do it because she was afraid of my broken neck. She did do it for me, though. And it was fucking fantastic. Mom straddled my head and lowered her pussy to my mouth, so I could kiss and lick it. I've only ate three women, including mom. Her pussy was so creamy smooth and sweet tasting. Not tangy like the first one, or coarse and thick like the second. She made sure she only moved her hips back and forth, not down. As I licked, kissed and sucked her delicious pussy. She moaned a lot. Especially when I nibbled and sucked her clit, or stuck my tongue inside. She almost pushed down, but caught herself and moved rapidly back and forth. When she came, her pussy dripped sweet nectar. Which I greedily sucked into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue before swallowing. After that, the routine became mom sucking me off, sitting on my face, and sucking me off again. Still the damn restriction of the casts was maddening. As it got close to time to start removing the casts, mom started walking around naked on bath day. It was driving me nuts. That and she started talking about having sex. How she couldn't wait to feel my arms around her as I filled her. The first thing to come off was the leg cast and part of my upper cast, to the arm braces. It stunk and had a thick layer of dead skin. Mom spent a lot of time cleaning the dead skin off without rubbing me raw. She fondled my cock and balls the entire time. "Flex your butt." "What!?" "Flex your butt. The doctor said you needed to exercise your hip. So, flex your butt." I did and of course it pushed my hips forward. A smile came across mom' face. "How long you think you can do that?" "I don't know. It's been months since I moved." "It sounds like you need some incentive." Mom stood, removed her panties and climbed on the bed to straddle me. She took my cock and rubbed her pussy with it and then just parted her pussylips with my cockhead. With a huge smile, she softly said, "If you want in there, you gotta exercise." 'Hell Yes, I want in there!' I started flexing my butt and moving my hips. "You better slow down, Honey. The doctor said to start with five minutes and work up to fifteen." I knew she was right. I wouldn't last five minutes as fast as I was moving. Not physically or sexually. I slowed down and still it was a strain. Damn, her pussy felt good. If hospitals used mom' incentive method, guys would recover lots faster. Closing her eyes and laying her head back, mom moaned several times. At three minutes, I was losing strength. Before four minutes, I was really slowing down. Mom exposed her tits. "One more minute and you can suck on these." 'Fuckin A! I can do it!' I gritted my teeth and pushed on. Mom cheated and didn't tell me the time was up, because she was cuming. I was close and thought I could actually cum, when mom just stood up. I had almost reached eight minutes. Mom shook and then came around to let me suck on her tits. After letting me suck each one while stroking my head, she pulled away. Smiling, she bent and kissed me. "My turn to exercise." She said and kissed me again. Mom quickly straddled me on her knees and stuck my cock in her pussy. She began moving her pussy up and down my shaft. I tried to thrust in time with her, but had to quit. My back just couldn't take it. So, I mostly stayed still and only thrust once in a while. Several times, mom pushed down hard to grind her clit into my lower stomach at the base of my cock. Each time her cum flowed out over me. Mom was panting, heavily and lustily moaned out, "Come on Baby, give it to me. Gimme your seed." She was firmly pushing down on me as I felt her pussy get hotter. "C'mon baby. Do it. Breed mommy." That did it. My sack tightened and my cock throbbed as I shot streams into mom' pussy. It was as intense as the first time she jacked me off and the first time she sucked me off. I wasn't just cuming in mom' pussy, I was going in there myself. "Yessss. Yessss. That's it." Mom softly whispered as her pussy gripped my cock, trying to pull every last drop from my balls. She stayed on me, with her eyes closed until I went completely soft. Then she eased off of me, sideways. Cupping her pussy with her hand, she left, without saying a word. It was more than ten minutes, before she came back Mom cleaned me up and put my PJs on, then sat at my head and caressed my face. "Was that alright, honey? What I did. Are you OK, with it?" "Oh, Yeah, Mom. God, it was great. But. I thought you wanted to wait until this stuff came off." "I didn't want to hurt you. And, when I saw you could do it. Well, I just couldn't wait." Mom Helps Her Son Wake Up This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Copyright 2014 by the author. Introduction: This story is either really stupid, or really clever. I can't decide which. There is a simulated rape scene at the end which although part of a consensual sex game, some readers may not like. You have been warned. Mom helps her son wake up "Tom! Get up and get out of bed, now!" Janelle yelled. "Mom, not so loud. I'm still tired. Just a few more minutes." he muttered sleepily as he rolled over away from her. "Damn it, Tom, you're going to be late for your bus. Wake up!" she grabbed his shoulder and tried to shake him awake, but she felt his muscles tense up under her hands. No matter how hard she tried, Janelle couldn't stop her mind from drifting to the recurring fantasies she'd recently begun having. She couldn't help herself as her hand touched her son's warm skin. Skin that covered the steely muscles she had been admiring ever since she realized her son had become a man. Knowing in her mind it was wrong to have the feelings she had, her body betrayed her and she felt a tingling sensation between her legs as she caressed his strong shoulder with her fingertips. Janelle closed her eyes and an image appeared in her mind of her hands touching his shoulders while he held her down with his muscular body and... "Okay mom, I'm up. I'm up." he sat up in bed, blinking his eyes. He didn't seem to notice how his mother's touch had gone from a firm shove to a gentle caress as he sat up in bed. Somehow, Janelle snapped out of her daydream and was able to summon her most stern 'mom' voice. "Hurry up and take your shower, I've got to finish getting ready so I'm not late for work." she walked out of his room and he got out of bed. Tom was 18 years old and was NOT a morning person. He liked to sleep until noon when he could, but he had to get up at 6 am for his senior year at high school. He watched as his mom walked out of his room, admiring her firm ass as it jiggled beneath her tight skirt. Like most young men, Tom loved his mom, but he had recently begun thinking of her in ways that embarrassed and excited him. Knowing it was wrong to have the lurid, sexually explicit thoughts he had about his own mother, he couldn't help himself. He couldn't help it, he told himself, because his mother was so beautiful and sexy. At just over 5 feet 7 inches tall, she had the body of a much younger woman. Even at 37 years old, she kept her slender figure, and her small waist contrasted with her womanly hips and ample busom. Her long brown hair showed none of the gray his friends' moms had, and her skin was clear and smooth with only the slightest hint of crows feet around her eyes when she smiled. He rolled out of bed and wearing only his boxer briefs, went down the hall to his bathroom. The form-fitting underwear held his morning erection against his body until he closed the bathroom door. Following his usual routine, he freed his aching cock and stepped into the shower stall. Under the invigorating spray of warm water, he closed his eyes and began stroking his firm cock. In his mind, it was his mother's hand that grasped his shaft and moved up and down, and it didn't take but a few minutes for his seed to erupt from his throbbing manhood onto the floor and down the shower drain. * The next morning, Janelle went into her son's room. "Tom, time to get up. Tom!" "In a minute, mom." his eyes never opened. Tired and exasperated at having to wake her son every morning, her lust for him was subdued by her annoyance at his behavior. Suddenly Janelle had an idea that she hoped would get Tom's attention and show him how frustrating their mornings had become for her. She went to the kitchen and got a pitcher from the cabinet, then she filled it with cold water and went to Tom's room. "Last warning, Tom. Get out of bed." she said sternly. He rolled over away from her, saying nothing. "I warned you." she said as she poured the cold water on him starting at his head and moving down until he was soaked from head to toe. "What the Fuck? Damn it, mom! That's fuckin' freezing. Are you trying to kill me? Shit!" he jumped out of bed and stood in his underwear, shivering. "Watch your language, young man. I'm tired of fighting with you every morning. I warned you. Now go take a shower." "My bed's all wet, mom." "Too bad." Janelle went to her room and got ready for work, then she went down to the kitchen to get her coffee. Tom was already there eating a bowl of cereal. "That really pissed me off, mom. Don't pull that shit again." She could see that he was mad. "I'm sorry, I just got tired of fighting with you every morning." "And you thought pouring ice cold water on me would help?" he threw his spoon down and stood up. "Fuck this. I'm leaving." he grabbed his backpack and walked out the door. She drank her coffee as tears started to roll down her cheeks. "I didn't mean..." she sobbed to herself for a while, then she pulled herself together and went to work. During her lunch break, she did some internet searches on how to wake up crabby children, even though her son Tom was becoming more of a man every day. She read about a technique where the parent gets in bed with the child and hugs them while talking quietly to them, waking them up slowly and gently. She began to think about how hot it would be to get in bed with her son at his age. She was sure he'd get an erection. She put her hand in her crotch as she wondered what Tom's cock would look like, and feel like. At home later, Tom was still mad, he made a sandwich for dinner so he didn't have to eat with his mom. He stayed in his room all night, trying to dry his bed with a hair dryer. She knocked on his door. "Go away!" he yelled. "I want to apologize, Tom. Can I come in, please?" He opened the door. "What?" "I'm sorry about this morning. I feel terrible. I promise I'll never do anything like that again. Can you forgive me?" "Okay, mom. I forgive you. I've got to make my bed now, I finally got it dried out." "Good night, sweetie." she hugged him, again noticing how big he was. He was a few inches taller than her and still growing. "Good night, mom." he could feel her soft breasts pressing against his chest and he had to pull away from her to hide his arousal. He closed his door and made his bed. Before he fell asleep, he masturbated while thinking about her breasts, and the way her fragrance lingered in the air long after she had gone. * The next morning, Janelle went into Tom's bedroom. She was quiet, not wanting to disturb him. "Good morning, baby." she whispered in his ear. She pulled his sheet down and saw that he was on his back, and he was only wearing a pair of boxer brief underwear. She got on his bed and straddled him, lowering herself until her underwear touched his. She could feel his arousal as she pressed her body against his. Moving her hips back and forth, she leaned down and kissed him on the lips. "Are you awake, Tom?" "Mmmm." Tom thought he was still dreaming as he opened his eyes. "That you, mom?" "It's me, baby. Just stay there for a minute, there's no hurry to get up." she was still moving her hips, dry humping him, although her panties were anything but dry. He was now fully engorged, and it felt bigger than she thought it would. "Mom, what are you doing?" he mumbled, slowly realizing that he had a hard on, and she was rubbing against it. She kissed him on the lips again. "Shhhhh. Don't talk, baby. I'm just helping you wake up. Does it feel good?" "Mmm hmm." he moaned. Soon he felt his cum building in his balls. "Mom, you better stop that." "I love you, baby." she whispered in his ear. "I feel so bad about what happened yesterday, I want to make you feel good this morning." she pressed hard against him, her pussy was dripping so much that both their underwear was soaked. "That feels so good, mom. Mmmmmm. I'm going to..." "Shhhh, go ahead, baby. It's Okay." she moved faster until she felt his body tense up under her. "Oh, mom. Ohhhhh." he whispered as he came in his drawers. His hips thrust up against her and he hugged her tight. "Does that feel good? Are you awake now?" she asked as she sat up, still grinding against the wet mess in both their pants. He looked at her and for the first time saw what she was wearing. She had on a tight pink t-shirt that had the words 'Porn Star' written across the front in glittery script, with matching pink cotton panties. A big, dark wet spot appeared on the crotch of her panties. "Uh, yeah. I'm awake now, mom. Are you feeling Okay?" "I feel better than I have in a long time. Why do you ask?" she put her hand into her panties and rubbed two fingers in a small circle around her clit while she looked at him. "Mom, you just dry humped me and made me cum! That's why I asked. You don't find that a bit unusual to say the least?" "I don't want to discuss it too much, I decided to wake you up differently today. All that matters is that you're awake and we're not fighting. Okay, baby?" She began to shake as she brought herself to a massive climax, keeping her eyes fixed on his the entire time. "Oh God. Mmmmm." she moaned as she threw her head back before collapsing on his chest. "Mom, you just..." "Shhhh. Let's not make a big deal about it." she interrupted before drawing her wet fingers to her lips and sucking the salty evidence of her orgasm from them. "But mom." "Time to get up and get ready for school, young man." she got off him and stood up, pulling on his arm. She hugged him as he stood up and whispered in his ear. "I love you." "I love you too, mom." They broke their embrace and went to their bathrooms to get ready. At breakfast, Tom asked. "What's gotten into you, mom?" "Nothing's gotten into me. I just wanted to try waking you up a different way this morning. I really don't want to talk about our special wake up time together. As long as you liked it, that's all I need to know." "I liked it a lot, mom. A lot." "Good, now you'd better go before you miss your bus." "Okay, mom. Later." * The next morning, Janelle crept quietly into Tom's room. She pulled back his sheet and saw he was nude. "Oh, my." she thought to herself. "It's so big, even soft." she got up and straddled him, rubbing her wet panties directly on his soft manhood. "Morning, baby." she whispered in his ear. "Morning, mom." he said quietly, hardly believing his mother hadn't been deterred by his nudity, and was on top of him again. "How do you feel this morning, baby?" she sat up and rubbed her hands on his chest, feeling the soft patch of hair between his firm pectoral muscles. "I feel great, mom." he noticed she had on a yellow outfit this morning. Yellow panties and a yellow tanktop. The words 'Hot. Wet. Slut.' were written in red letters on the shirt. "Nice outfit, mom." "Thanks, I got a few new things for our special wake up time. Now just close your eyes and relax." she took his hands and put them on her chest. He thought he was going to cum as soon as his hands touched her breasts. He squeezed them gently, feeling her nipples harden against his palms. "Oh, mom. Your tits..." "Shhh. I know baby, just relax." she could feel his hips moving against hers. "Mmmmmm." the feel of his mother's breasts, the pressure she applied to his erection, and the strong smell of sex in the room pushed him over the edge. "Ohhhh." he gently pinched her nipples as his body tightened and his cum pulsed out onto his stomach. She put her hand in her panties and began to shudder as soon as she touched her clit. "Oh baby!" she cried out. Laying down on his chest, she kissed him passionately, probing his mouth with her tongue. "Are you awake now?" she said as she broke their heated embrace and sat up. "Oh yeah, mom. I'm awake." "Good. Let's get ready, we don't want to be late." she got up and left him there with her cum and his own all over his belly. When he got to the kitchen after his shower, she was facing the counter stirring her coffee. He got up behind her and put his ams around her. Pressing his firm erection against her shapely bottom, he moved his hands around to fondle her breasts over her shirt. "Tom! Stop that right now! You can't touch me there, I'm your mother for pete's sake." she yelled as she pulled away from him. "But mom, I just thought that... You know... When you were in my room earlier..." he looked confused. "You can't touch your mother like that. Nothing has changed between us except our special wake up time, and we're not going to discuss that. Understand?" "I guess so. I'd better get going. Later, mom." "Have a good day, Tom." * The next morning, Janelle crept quietly into Tom's room. She pulled back his sheet and saw he was nude again. Whispering in his ear, she crawled over his hips and settled down on his soft penis. "Morning baby. Are you awake?" "Morning mom." Something felt different today, he didn't feel her panties, it was just wet and warm on his cock. He opened his eyes and sat up on his elbows, noticing that she wasn't wearing panties. Her mound was completely shaved, and she was rubbing her nether lips back and forth on the underside of his throbbing erection. "Just lay back, baby. Don't get up yet." she said as moved her hips faster. He laid back down and looked up at her again. All she was wearing was a white ribbed tank top, a 'wife beater' style, except hers was roughly cut so short it barely hung below her breasts as they swayed back and forth. The word 'Tramp' was written crudely in black. "Oh baby." she moaned as she began to climax. He reached up and touched her breasts, under her shirt for the first time. "Oh, baby!" she cried out as her son pinched her tender nipples. He massaged her tits, then he pulled her down to him so he could suck them. He came with her nipple in his mouth, squirting his seed between their bellies. After catching her breath, she sat up. "Are you awake now, baby?" She reached down and got some of his cum on her fingers, then put them in her mouth. "I'm awake, mom." "Good, time to get in the shower." * The next morning, Tom woke up alone. "Where's mom?" he wondered. He put on some sweatpants and went to the kitchen. "Hey, mom. No special wake up time this morning?" "Today is Saturday." she said dryly and took a sip of her coffee. "I know how you like to sleep in on the weekends." "But, mom. I was looking forward..." his cock began to stir in his sweatpants. "You can look forward to Monday, it'll be here before you know it." "But what about..." he guestured down to the tent building in his pants. "Don't look at me, I'm your mother, not some whore at your beck and call. Go to your room and take care of it yourself if you need to. Don't bring it up again or I'll let you sleep in all next week." she said curtly. "OK, mom." he sighed and went to his room. He was so bummed out he only beat off twice. Saturday and Sunday dragged on forever it seemed to Tom. Sunday night he couldn't get to sleep he was so anxious. He felt like a 8 year old on Christmas eve. * Monday morning, Janelle crept quietly into Tom's room. She pulled back his sheet and saw he was nude again. Smiling, she got on top of him, except this time she straddled his face with her crotch and took his manhood into her mouth. She held herself a few inches away from his mouth until he woke up, and she felt her son's cock growing in her mouth as she sucked on it. "Mom? What the..." he opened his eyes expecting to see his mom on top of him as usual, but all he could see was her wet sex just inches from his face. He could feel her warm mouth going up and down on him. "Oh, mom. You're really su..." She cut him off by burying his mouth in her pussy. "Shhh, baby. It's alright." she sucked him while grinding her snatch on his lips. He dragged his tongue up and down her swollen lips, tasting her for the first time, then he sucked on her delicate pink pearl, and soon she began to cum. "Mmmmmm" she moaned with her mouth full. His mother's orgasm caused her to shiver above him, and shortly after that, Tom felt that deicious tightening in his cock, "Oh mom." he murmured as he shot his cum into her mouth. She kept sucking, while swallowing every drop. "Are you awake down there?" she asked, then sucked his softening cock into her mouth. "I'm awake, mom, but I don't want to get out of bed just yet." he licked her lips, then raised his head just enough to lick her puckered asshole. "Just a few more minutes, baby. We don't want to be late on Monday morning." she sucked him until he got hard again, then kept on sucking and stroking until he filled her mouth with his hot, sticky sperm. She swallowed everything, then pulled her mouth off. "Hmmm, twice in one morning. I hope that makes up for this weekend, baby. I missed this, too, you know." "Thanks, mom. You're the best. I love you." he stuck his tongue deep between her pussylips one last time. "I love you, too, Tom. We're running late, though. Time for your shower." she got up and left the room. * The next morning, Janelle crept quietly into Tom's room. She was completely nude when she pulled back his sheet and got on top of him, straddling his cock. As soon as she felt him get hard, she shifted her hips and reached down to guide him inside her, taking him deep in her maternal vagina. She laid her body on his chest and whispered in his ear. "Good morning, baby." she held him inside her while she kissed his neck. "Morning, mom" he said, still half asleep. Then he felt that his cock was hard and it felt very warm and wet. "What's going on, mom? Are you fu..." She kissed him on the lips. "Shhh. It's Okay, baby. Don't talk." she moved her hips a little, stroking him slightly in and out. He reached down and grabbed her ass and held her close while he thrust his hips up and down. 'I'm fucking my mom!', he thought to himself. He kept fucking her and soon felt his cum building, but he wasn't sure if he should cum inside her. "Mom, I'm..." "Shhhhh. Go ahead, baby. It's Okay." she kissed him passionately on the mouth. He tensed up and held her ass down while thrusting his hips up. He shot his cum as deep inside her as he could, holding on until he was finished. She sat up, and while his cock was still pulsing inside her, he noticed something written on her stomach. The words 'IF YOU WANT ME, TAKE ME' were written just below her belly button and an arrow was pointing down to her clit. "That's strange." he thought, but said nothing. "Are you awake now, baby?" she asked as she ground her hips on him, his soft cock still inside her. "Oh, yeah, mom. I'm wide awake." "That's good, because it's time to get out of bed." she pushed up and he slid out of her. She got off the bed and walked out, her son's cum running down her legs. * The next morning, Janelle crept quietly into Tom's room. She pulled back his sheet, got on top of him and put his cock in her pussy. Their special wake up time went pretty much the same, but today, she had the words 'I'M NOT EASY' written on her stomach. When she got up to leave, he saw the words 'BUT I'M WORTH IT' written on her lower back. * The next morning, Janelle crept quietly into Tom's room. She pulled back his sheet and got on top of him. Today, though, instead of being on her knees, she was on her feet and squatting above his cock. She poured some flavored lotion on him and rubbed it in until he was good and hard, then she lowered herself while pressing his cock against her asshole. Mom Helps Her Son Wake Up Tom opened his eyes just in time to see his cock sliding into his mom's asshole. The soft petals of her womanly flower were hanging wide open. She had the word's 'PROPERTY OF MY SON' written on her belly. "Morning mom." he said as she began sliding her ass up and down on his oily cock. "Morning baby, how are you feeling?" she spread her pussy with one hand, showing him the wet, pink interior while balancing herself with her other hand. "Good, mom, good. How are you this morning?" he smiled at her, enjoying the way her tight sphincter gripped his cock. "I feel great, but this isn't the best way to do this. Can we move around a bit?" she got up off his cock and got on all fours with her ass pointing in the air. He got on his knees behind her and slowly inserted his thick cock into her well lubricated anus. "Better, mom?" he noticed the words 'ANAL WHORE' were scrawled on her ass. "Much better. Mmmmm." she moaned into his pillow. He pounded her ass as hard as he could until he came inside her. "Ohhh yeah." after he came, he pulled out of her ass and she moved around to take him in her mouth. She licked him clean and then got up and left without saying another word. He saw that she'd left the bottle of lotion on his nightstand. * The next morning, Friday, Janelle crept quietly into Tom's room. She pulled back his sheet and took his cock in her mouth. He woke up and saw her beside him, sucking his cock. "Morning, mom." "Morning, baby. I thought I'd let you decide how we wake up this morning. Don't say anything, just do whatever you want." He pulled her up so she was on her back beside him. He leaned over and sucked her tits, then he got on top of her between her legs. Looking down, he saw the words, 'TRY HARDER NEXT TIME' written on her stomach. "Maybe she's trying to tell me something." he thought. He put his cockhead against her swollen labia and pushed slowly forward. "Oh, baby." she whispered as he drove into her. He pounded her hard, driving her into the mattress until they both came. Afterward he laid on top of her, kissing her neck. "Mom, I've got to ask about the writing on..." "Shhhh. You know I don't like to talk during our special wake up time." * The next morning was Saturday. Tom woke up alone. "Damn it! I hate saturdays." he thought as he looked at the clock. "6 am? WTF?" he tried to go back to sleep, but just tossed and turned for an hour. "Might as well take care of it myself." he thought as he jerked off. After he came, he put on some sweats and went to the kitchen. "Look who's up before noon. What's the occasion?" she asked as she sat at the table, drinking her coffee. "I couldn't sleep. I hate the weekends." he sat down, slumping in his chair. She got up and stood next to him, stroking his hair. "Awww, what's wrong? You used to love the weekends. No getting up early, no school. Just think, school's out in a few weeks and then you can sleep in every day this summer. Three whole months." she paused to let that sink in. "Won't that be nice?" she smiled at him. He turned white like he'd seen a ghost. "What? I don't want to sleep in, I want you to..." "I told you not to talk about our special wake up time. Maybe you can figure out another way to get what you want." she sat back down and crossed her legs. He noticed for the first time that she was dressed differently today. Usually she wore jeans or sweats around the house, but today she was wearing a short, pleated skirt, and a tight t-shirt. He could see she wasn't wearing a bra. "You look sexy, today, mom. New outfit?" he asked. "I bought a few new things, but that's no way to talk to me. I'm your mother, I'm not supposed to be 'sexy' to you. How about, 'you look nice' or, 'you look good in that'." "Sorry, mom. You look nice today." he said, as his cock tented the front of his sweats. "Thank you, sweetie." The rest of Saturday dragged on, then Sunday came and went just as slowly. Tom couldn't get to sleep on Sunday night, no matter how many times he pulled his pud. * Monday morning, Janelle crept quietly into Tom's room. She straddled him and whispered in his ear. "Good morning, baby. I missed you." "Oh, mom, I missed you, too." he said as he kissed her on the lips. She reached down to guide him into her opening. "Mmmmmm." she moaned as she took him all the way inside her. He thrust his hips up at her. It didn't take him long to cum, and he held tight onto her cheeks while he pumped his seed deep in her womb. After he let go of her, she sat up, moving her hips in a circle while his erection subsided. Finally he slipped out of her. "Are you awake now, baby?" "Yeah, mom. I'm wide awake." he saw the words 'A MAN TAKES WHAT HE WANTS' written on her belly today. "Mom, what does..." "Shhh. It's time to get ready for school, baby." she got up and walked out. * The next morning, Janelle crept quietly into Tom's room. She pulled back his sheet and got on top of him. She sat up on his cock, rubbing it between her thick, juicy labia. Tom opened his eyes. "Morning mom." today, the words 'FIFTY NO'S AND ONE YES EQUALS YES' were written on her stomach. "Morning, baby. Did you sleep well?" she asked as she sat up a bit to allow his hard cock to slide into her. "Mmmmmm." "Like a baby, mom." he pulled her down on top of him, then rolled her over, staying inside her the whole time. He kissed her passionately as he fucked her, slowly at first, then working up to a medium pace. "Oh God!" he cried out as he shot his cum into her. Afterwards, he laid on top of her, holding her tight for a few minutes, before pulling out of her and rolling onto his back. "Time to get out of bed, baby." she got up and walked out without saying another word. * The next morning, Janelle crept quietly into Tom's room. She pulled back his sheet and laid down next to him, stroking and squeezing his cock while she kissed his neck. Tom woke up to his mom's stroking. Without saying a word, he rolled her over onto her stomach, got behind her and pulled her hips up to his. After sliding his cock into her wet pussy, he fucked her doggie style while he poured lotion on her asshole from the bottle she had left by the bed. He rubbed the lotion in, sticking two fingers inside, then he pulled his cock from her pussy and pressed it to her anus, slowly pushing it in. As his balls touched her wet snatch, he finally spoke, "Morning, mom." "Good morning, baby." her voice was muffled because her face was buried in a pillow. He pounded her ass deep and hard, his balls slapping against her clit. "OH GOD!" she screamed into the pillow as she came. "Unnnnggh" he grunted as he filled her rectum with jizz, then he pulled out and moved over so she could take him in her mouth. She sucked his dick eagerly, tasting the cherry flavored lotion, and her own ass. When he went soft, she let him go and stood up by his bedside. "That was nice, baby. Time to get ready." she stayed there long enough for him to read the words 'YOU CAN'T RAPE THE WILLING' written on her stomach, then she walked out. He sat there, trying to figure out what all the messages written on her body meant. He got a pad of paper and wrote them all down, as best as he could remember, then he went to take his shower. * The next morning, Janelle crept quietly into Tom's room. She pulled back his sheet and straddled his face, gently rubbing her pussylips on his lips. "Tom, baby. Time to wake up." He woke up and felt her wet pussy on his face. He could smell her musk, and he sniffed deeply. "Morning mom." he said, then he tongue fucked her as deep as he could. "Oh, baby." she murmered as she pulled him close, holding on to his hair. Soon, she had her first orgasm. "Yes." she whispered as she kept smashing her pussy into his face. She had another orgasm, then another, until it got so intense she couldn't take it any longer. "OH FUCK!" she screamed as she pinned his ears back with her knees. She fell over on her side and curled up into a ball, twitching and spasming like she was having a seizure. Finally she calmed down, rolled onto her back and spread her legs, pulling them up to her chest. "Come give me a hug, baby." He climbed on top of her and kissed her, letting her taste her juices while he slid into her pussy. He fucked his mother, and soon shot a wad of cum into her. He looked down to see 'DON'T STOP, NO MATTER WHAT' on her stomach. "I love you, mom." he whispered in her ear. "I love you too, baby." she whispered back. "Time to get up now." she got out of his bed and walked away. He wrote the message down on the pad by his bed, then went to the shower. * The next morning, Friday, Janelle crept quietly into Tom's room. She mounted him and he fucked her until they both came. As she sat up on top of him, he saw that she was wearing a t-shirt with the phrase, 'JUST DO IT' on the front "That was nice, baby. Too bad tomorrow's Saturday. I'm going to miss our special wake up time." "Me too, mom. Me too." "Until monday..." she kissed him on the lips one last time before getting up and leaving his room. He wrote the message down on the pad by his bed, then went to the shower. * Saturday morning Tom woke up early again. "Aw shit. It's Saturday." He laid in bed, trying to go back to sleep, but it was no use. He jerked off, then went to the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal. "Up early again?" she asked. She was wearing another tight t-shirt with no bra, but today she had short shorts on. "I can't sleep. Must be hungry or something." he poured the cereal while he stared at her tits. "You're a growing into a big strong man, you body needs more nourishment now." she sipped her coffee while aimlessly circling a finger around her nipple. "Yeah mom, that's why I can't sleep." he ate in silence, then went to his room. He read the phrases on his notepad and started to see a pattern emerge. Was she asking him to force himself on her? Did she want him to overpower her? Rape her even? He thought about it while jerking off. "She is dressing more provocatively lately." he thought. They ate lunch in silence, dinner too. He was in his room after dinner when she knocked on the door. "Tom, are you in there?" "Just a sec, mom." he put his cock back in his pants and opened the door. "Sorry to bother you, sweetie. I wanted to let you know that I'm going out, and I won't be home until late, maybe not until tomorrow." "Where are you going?" he asked while he took a look at her outfit. She was wearing a white dress shirt that was open halfway down the front. She had on a short tight black mini skirt, and below that, she had on black thigh high stockings. There was about an inch of bare skin between the top of her stockings and the bottom of her skirt, and he could see black lace garters attached to the top of her stockings, dissappearing under her skirt. She had on more makeup than she usually wore, and her lipstick was bright red. "I'm going out to a new club that just opened. I haven't been dancing in so long..." "You look smokin' hot in that, mom. If you go out dressed like that, somebody's going to take advantage of you." his cock was straining against his jeans. "I hope so. I've been single for too long. I need to find a man, a real man who'll treat me the way I need to be treated." she kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear, "Don't wait up, baby.", then she turned around and walked to her room and grabbed her purse, digging for her car keys. Tom decided that it was now or never. He glanced down at the notepad. "A man takes what he wants." he said to himself as he left his room. She was just opening the front door to leave when he grabbed her and slammed it shut. He took her wrists in his hands and held her against the wall. "I'm not letting you go anywhere tonight, mom." he kissed her on the lips. She turned away from him. "Let me go right now young man!" she yelled at him. "You need a man? I'm right here. I'm your man now, and you're my woman." he sucked on her neck. "You're not my man, you're my son, and I'm your mother. You can't do this. Let me go, please." "I'm not a man? What does this feel like to you?" he put her hand on his hard cock. "Is that man enough for you?" "Let me go, now! I'm warning you." she struggled to get free. "I read somewhere that a man takes what he wants. I want you, I'm taking you." he let one hand go long enough to rip her shirt open, exposing her breasts. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong. "You're scaring me, Tom. Please stop this." He pressed his cock against her, holding her against the wall. "I'm so hot for you right now, mom. Stop fighting me so we can make love." "No Tom! Please don't rape me." she tried to push him away. "I've also read that you can't rape the willing." he put his hand under her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties. "You're soaking wet down here mom. Your pussy feels willing to me." "You can't touch me there, I'm your mother. This isn't right." "I'm your mother!" he said in a high pitched voice, mocking her. "You're my mother, and you're my woman. You belong to me now. Understand?" he pulled her skirt up around her waist. "No, Tom. Please, no." "Fifty no's and one yes equals yes." he turned her around and pulled her shirt all the way off. "Say 'yes', mom. You know you want to." he pulled his cock out and pressed it against her ass. "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" she cried out. "I like your garter belt, mom. Did you wear that just for me?" he felt her silky stockings, then turned her around to face him. "Please, Tom. You've got to stop." she said a little less forcefully this time. "Mom, you know I won't stop, no matter what." he rubbed his cock against her pussy. "Say yes, mom. Just do it." "Tom, please..." He kissed her and she kissed him back this time. "Please, what?" he whispered in her ear as he pinched her nipple. "Tom, please fuck me." she whispered. "I can't hear you, mother." he reached around and rubbed his finger on her asshole. "Please, fuck me, Tom. I need you baby." she said a little louder. "Are you sure?" he sucked on her neck. "Yes. Yes! YES! I need you to fuck me, please." Without another word, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to her room. He set her down on her bed and took his pants off, then he got between her legs and slid right in, she was so wet. "Your pussy feels so hot, mom. Does my cock feel good inside you?" "You're so big, baby. I love the way you feel. I want to feel your cum inside me. Fuck me, Tom." she pulled on his ass. He pounded her as hard as he could. "I'm going to cum, mom. You're so hot." "Yes! I want to feel it. Deeper! Harder!" she cried as she came. "Oh god. I'm cumming. Oh fuck!" "Oh shit!" he pushed deep into her while filling her with his nut butter. "Oh fuck, that feels so good." When he finished, he rolled off her and lay on his back. "That was so intense, mom. The best ever." "It's always better when you have to work for it." she said as she stroked his chest. "You were so good, Tom, so forceful and manly. I was worried that you might not have it in you." "I wasn't sure you wanted me to do that. I know women like to be dominated, but I didn't want to hurt you." "You didn't hurt me, you were perfect. You know I love you more than anything in the world, don't you?" I know mom, and I love you too, but I'm going to fuck you anytime I want from now on. Are you going to fight me like that every time?" "Probably a little. I'm not just going to give it to you. What do you think I am? A whore?" she smiled at him and moved down to suck his cock. The End Author's note: Your comments, votes, and suggestions are always appreciated. That's how we get paid around here. Mom Helps Hurt Son Take A Shower My wonderful son was home for the summer, Tony is 19 now. He always comes home during summer. Tony had a part time job working at a restaurant, one day I get a call from him at the hospital. He had burned his hands at work while cooking and he wanted me to go and pick him up and drive him home. I got to the hospital and my poor baby’s hands were both wrapped up to his forearms. On the drive home he explained what had happened but the more troubling question was, how was he going to use the bathroom with both his hands wrapped up. I told him not to worry, we would figure something out. It was good to have him home, my husband traveled a lot on his job and I was getting quite lonely in the big house by myself. We arrived home and it didn’t take long for my son to start fidgeting. The boy needed to use the bathroom but he was too embarrassed to ask his mom for help. Finally he couldn’t hold it any longer. “MOM I need to use the bathroom, what are we going to do?” “Well I don’t know, okay…okay… how about I pull your pants down and your boxers and I will leave the bathroom so you can pee, will that work” “Yeah I think I can live with that” So we head into the bathroom and I stand behind my son, I reach around and unbuckle his pants and pull them down, then I hook my fingers in his boxers and pull them down also. I could not help but notice his tight buns. I know a mother is not supposed to think these thoughts, but I couldn’t stop staring at his ass. I guess I stood so long that Tony said “okay mom you can leave now” “Oh yeah…. uh …huh…If you need anything call out” “Thanks mom I am not sure what I would do if you were not here” “Come on baby you’re my son, that’s what mothers are for” I didn’t entirely close the door so I could hear him if he called out, as I was walking away I couldn’t stop myself from taking a quick peak. And oh my God, my son was peeing into the toilet, it looked so funny, him trying to hit the bowl without using his hands by aiming with his hips, but what struck me was the size of his cock, even when soft it was longer than my husbands. I quickly walked away and tried to wipe the image from my head, but I couldn’t. The image kept creeping back in. Am I crazy, I can’t be thinking about this? We got into a normal routine for the next few days, it helped that my husband was away on business. It might have been to embarrassing to help Tony if my husband was home. One day I finally told Tony “Son you have to bathe, you stink” “Now how am I going to bathe with these arms wrapped like this, I can’t get them wet” “I don’t know but you have to do something” “Mom get real, I can’t bathe unless you help me” “Okay then I will help you; I won’t have you stinking up the house” “How are we going to do it?” “Well I will put my bathing suit on and I will bathe you from behind, much like when I help you go to the bathroom” “Okay that will work” So Tony follows me into my bathroom and I turn on the shower, I take his pants and shirt off and then I slide his boxers off and he walks into the shower, I tell him that I will be right back I am going to put on my bathing suit. I take off all my clothes and I reach for bathing suit, but it had been a while since I had worn it and it was way too small. Now what am I going to do. I decided to just wear my bra and panties. I opened the shower door and walked in, and my son whistled “Wow mom you look great” “Sorry my bathing suit was too small; this is all I could think of to wear” I was feeling naked, my son was ogling me. I can’t say I blame him I think I still look pretty good for my age. I am 40 now but I still in pretty good shape. My butt is bigger than when I was 19 but my husband has no complaints and he adores my big breasts. He loves to suck on my large areolas. My husband doesn’t like me to trim my pussy and right now I was cursing his name because my pussy hairs were not completely covered by my panties, that were quickly becoming see through. I told my son to stop looking over his shoulders and to turn around. “Oh come on mom your seeing me naked, it is not fair that I can’t at least see you in your underwear” “This is not about being fair but about washing you, now turn your head young man” “Okayyyyyyyy MOM” I looked down at myself and it became quite apparent what had captured Tony’s gaze. My bra was soaked and had become completely transparent. I started to wash his hair, it was funny watching Tony trying not to let his hands get wet while we showered, it looked like he was being searched by the police with his arms high in the air. I started to wash his back and the lower I got the more aroused I got. Stop that he is your son for goodness sakes. But I couldn’t stop the thoughts from creeping in, the closer I got to his butt the more wicked my thoughts were. I skipped over his butt and got on my knees and washed his legs, I worked my way up his legs until I was washing the back of his thighs, and I took a deep breath and started to wash his ass. Tony was frozen still as I quickly washed his ass. I then stood up and wrapped my hands around him from behind and started to wash his chest. I could feel my breasts being crushed against him and I could only wonder what was going through his mind. My hands moved down to wash his stomach, my god he had a tight stomach, Tony is 6 foot 2, tall and handsome with brown hair and eyes, he was always so well tanned, you could tell he worked out with all his muscles bulging. Tony was so proud that he weighed 225 pounds of solid muscle, and now here was his mom exploring every inch of his body. After finishing up his stomach I put more soap on my hands reached around and let my hands slide down his pubic hair and I grasped his cock. Tony gasped” Mom what are you doing” “Just washing you all over, I am sure that part of your body needs washing too, besides you’re my son I use to wash you when you were little so shut up and let me do my job” As we were talking I was washing his cock and balls, I couldn’t help but notice his cock was growing, but I pretended not to notice and I said. “All done” and I got out. I dried myself while Tony stayed in to give me my privacy. When I had left the bathroom he got out and dried himself as best as he could. That night I couldn’t get his cock out of my mind, here I was feeling up my son and I loved it. How could this be? I was talking to my husband as we do every night, we still enjoy sex and when he is away we enjoy phone sex. My husband was helping me get off as I masturbated but instead of thinking of my husband all I could think off was Tony as I played with my clit. I had a mind bending orgasm as I thought of my son. I hung up the phone with Dave, feeling very guilty I drifted off to sleep. For the next few days the routine didn’t change. Finally on the fifth day as I was bathing Tony he said “Mom I can’ take it anymore my balls are aching” “What do you mean? “MOM when you go a long time and you have someone toying with you…. well men get blue balls” I started to laugh “Oh my god.. I am so sorry baby I didn’t know I was having that effect” “MOM I hate to ask but could you help me out” “WHAT are you crazy what are you suggesting” “Mom just reach over when you’re washing me and just stroke a little bit till I can release my tension” “Do you know what your asking, its one thing for me to help you bathe but quite another to masturbate you.” “I know mom but it really hurts” “Okay but you have to keep this between us. My god I would die if anyone found out” “I don’t think you have to worry about that mom, I can’t imagine I would want anyone to know my mom jerked me off” “Hey watch your language I am still your mom” “”I am sorry mom, I am just so frustrated” “Okay forget it; let me do this before I change my mind” I stood behind him and pressed my breasts on his back as I reached around and searched for his cock. My hand was sliding down his tummy, and I felt the tip of his cock, he was already hard. I slowly let my hand glide over his cock. It was so different now, I wasn’t trying to hurry, I was now caressing his cock, and my other hand reached around and massaged his ball. I took my hand and started to massage his cock back and forth. Tony was moaning as I masturbated him. I felt him breathing faster and I knew he was close. Then it happened I felt his cock start to throb and he started cumming, I continued stroking his cock as his cum hit the shower wall. “OHhhh thanks mom I really needed that” “My pleasure honey, I was glad that I could make you feel all better now” I started to wash the cum off my hand but when he wasn’t looking I reached up and tasted his cum, what in the world possessed me to do that. I got out off the shower and Tony headed to his room. What had I just done, I had masturbated my baby, and it felt gooooood. That night I came so hard as my husband talked me through another orgasm. Now I was hooked on masturbating my son, every night I milked his cock. On the 4th night Tony asked me if he could turn around so he could watch me masturbate him. I don’t know” “Mom please, you play with me every night, the least you could do is let me look at you while you play with me, besides I will come even faster” “Okay go ahead” Tony turned around and he was now standing next to me, I reached over and grasped his cock and started pulling on it. “Mom you look really hot in your panties and bra” “Thanks but you shouldn’t be thinking about those things” “Come on mom I can’t help it, you do look hot” “You really think so” “I know so, dad is one lucky man” “Ahh that is so sweet, thanks honey” It was surreal; my son is complementing me on my looks as I jerked him off. He very quickly started to cum and it hit my stomach. We both looked down and laughed as the water washed off the cum. The next night Tony had one more request, “Mom you could you please take your bra off…please pretty please” “I don’t think so young man” “Oh come on mom I can practically see them anyway, come just this one time” “Okay just this one time” But we both knew it wouldn’t be just this one time, each day we crossed new boundaries that we had no business crossing. I took off my bra and my breasts flopped out. My nipples were so hard from the water hitting them and when my son looking at them I could see the lust in his eyes. “You like what you see” “Oh yes it is the way I always pictured them” Didn’t take him long to cum when he saw my breasts. The next day Tony had a new request. If I didn’t know any better I would swear the boy was trying to seduce me, but I knew it was just curiosity. “Mom can you get on your knees and let me come on your tits” “WHAT are you crazy?” “Come on mom, it will really make me cum fast…please” “Okay just this one time” Tony is so tall that when I was on my knees his cock was at my chin. I knelt back a little and started to stroke his cock, I now had a real nice view of it and I studied it as I stroked it. He must have been around 8 inches long and real thick and veiny with a big mushroom head. I was enjoying masturbating him and he was moaning as I stroked his cock. “OH yeah mom stroke my cock, make me cum on your tits” Normally I would have slapped him for talking to me this way, but when I heard the words escape his lips it just made me hornier. I couldn’t wait for him to cum all over my breasts. His legs started to turn to mush and I knew he was close. I pulled myself a little higher and then he let loose with a stream of cum hitting my nipples, it was so erotic. For the next two days I stroked his cock until he came on my tits. On the third day, as I was kneeling and stroking him, Tony moved his hips real fast and his cock hit my lips. “What in the world are you doing?” “I’m sorry…I’m sorry. I never had a blowjob. I don’t know what came over me” “You’ve never had a blow job?” “No” “Come on tell me the truth” “No really mom I have never had one” “Wow I can’t believe it” “Well it’s true, mom please …please let me just slip my cock in your mouth just once. I want to know what it feels like” “I don’t know” “Come one, mom just this once” “Okay just this once” With that my lips reached out and I let his cock enter my mouth, it was so hard and big and it felt so amazing. My tongue swirled around his head and he moaned as he pushed his hips and fucked my face. When he was getting close I pulled my mouth away and I jerked him off till he came on my chest. “Wow…………thanks mom that felt wonderful” I couldn’t wait to get back to my room, lock the door and masturbate. The next day we went to the doctor and had his bandages removed. His hands looked so much better. We went home but I had an empty feeling in my gut. I was no longer needed. I had no excuse to suck his cock anymore. When we arrived at home Tony said “Come on mom I need to take a shower” “You don’t need me anymore” “Oh come on mom, one more time please” I was ecstatic. “Okay one last time mister” We walked in the bathroom and Tony said “as long as this is the last time do you think for once we could both be nude instead of just me” “Sure why not, since this will be the last time” I felt Tony’s eyes on me as I lowered my panties “nice bush mom, you’re so hairy” “Yeah your dad won’t let me trim it he likes it that way” “So do I” I got on my usual position, on my knees and I took his cock in my mouth. As I sucked his cock, I felt Tony’s hands massaging my neck. When he didn’t feel me pull away, his hands went lower until he was massaging my breasts, it felt sooooooo gooood. He was pinching my nipples as I sucked him deeper. I was about to pull away when I sensed he was getting close, but then I felt his hand on the back of my head, holding my head on his cock as he thrust deeper and faster. “Gulp TOONNYY “ Then I felt the first splash hit my tongue, I felt Tony cumming in my mouth. “OH YEAH MOM TAKE MY CUM” He kept pumping more cum from his cock “OH MOM YOU MOUTH FEELS SO GOOD…… EAT MY CUM MOM ….TAKE IT ALL” Here I was on my knees as my son came in my mouth, I could feel the cum dripping from the corners of my mouth as my son continued to spew his cum in his mothers mouth. He finally let go of my head, but it was too late I had already swallowed most of his cum. “Thanks mom you’re amazing” I stood up and I felt his hands reach for my pussy. “Just what do you think your doing?” “Come on mom I know you must be horny, let me make you cum with my fingers” Not another word was spoken as he played with my clit, I felt his hands enter my pussy, I was so wet. Tony then turned me around so he could play with my ass, I felt powerless to stop him as he rubbed me all over, his hands caressed my ass and as he reached for my pussy I could feel his hard cock resting on my ass. He told me to reach out and put my hands on the shower wall, as I leaned over I felt Tony rubbing his cock all over my ass. Oh my god, what was he doing to me. His cock felt so hard as he rubbed it on my crack. I felt him teasing me; he was rubbing his cock on the outside of my lips, rubbing it all over. Then it happened I felt his cock enter my pussy, he was so much bigger than his dad. His cock filled my pussy, we both groaned as he impaled himself on me. There were no more barriers to cross; my son was fucking his mother. Tony grabbed my hips and started fucking me real fast I could feel his cock hitting my uterus, he was in so deep. With a final thrust I felt his cum splash the inside of my pussy. My beautiful son was cumming inside me and I loved it. I felt his cock slip out of my pussy and I felt empty. We shut off the shower and dried ourselves, and then Tony took me by the hand and led me to my marital bed. He laid me down on the bed on my stomach and asked me if we had any baby oil. I told him to go look in the medicine cabinet. He came back and poured a little oil on my back; he bent over and kissed me on my neck as he massaged the oil in. He continued massaging me going lower and lower with every pass till he was rubbing the top of my ass. I felt him reach over and he poured more oil on my ass. He then massaged my globes all over. “Mom you have a beautiful ass, I could rub it all day” “And you have wonderful hands; you make me feel so good.” Tony then pulled my legs apart and I felt him massaging my inner thighs, I felt him getting closer and closer to my pussy, then I felt his pinky flick one of my lips and I melted. He was rubbing his fingers all around my crack and then I felt his index finger enter my ass. He had his knuckle buried in my ass and it felt wonderful. He pulled it out and moved down to my pussy; he was now rubbing my pussy when I felt his tongue licking the crack of my ass. Oh My God. Tony then took both his hands and spread my cheeks as his tongue worked his magic, he was licking me all over, he lowered his mouth an licked my pussy, when his tongue hit my clit I had my first orgasm. He left my pussy and licked higher till he was licking all around my small little pink hole, then Oh my god I felt his tongue enter my ass. No one had ever done that before. I couldn’t believe all the things I was letting my son do to me. He then pulled his tongue out and got behind me, and placed his cock on my ass. “Mom I am gonna fuck your ass” “Please baby go slow, no one has ever fucked me there” “Not even Dad” “Not even your dad baby” “Oh I love it mom, it’s like you been saving you ass for me” “Please be gentle baby” “I will mom…I will” I felt his cock push the head in slowly…god it felt like he was shoving a bat up my ass. But I couldn’t deny him. He slowly pushed more of his cock in and I started to enjoy the feeling. My son had his cock up my ass, what else was left. Mother and son had done everything now. My son was fucking my ass and I loved it. My son pushed me on the bed; he leaned into me and was showering me with kisses as he fucked me. “OH mom I’m cummmmmiggggggggg” I felt his cock erupt inside my ass; my baby was cumming inside me. We fell asleep with his cock buried inside me, we took a short nap. I woke up and looked at the clock it was eleven pm. I got up and washed up in the bathroom. My son came in and as he walked by he rubbed my ass and said “Damn I love your butt mom” I smiled back and grabbed his cock “Not as much as I love this” “Let’s go back to bed mom I want to make love to you again” We got in bed and my son got on top of me and slowly teased me with his cock, he finally entered my pussy and was slowly fucking me when the phone rang. Oh shit I forgot and my husband was calling to say goodnight. “Shit stop Tony, it’s your dad on the phone” I reached over and picked up the phone. “Hi honey” “Hi babe how was everything today” Tony didn’t stop he was still inside me and slowly fucking my pussy as I talked with his dad. I kept giving him dirty looks but he just smiled and continued fucking me. It was hard holding down a conversation with your husband as your son is fucking you. “So did Tony get his bandages off?” “Yeap all went smooth” How’s he doing?” “Oh he is doing great” “Put him on the phone I want to talk to him” “Okay… Tony come get the phone, your dad’s on” Tony smiled as he spoke “Hi dad how is work” Tony continued to fuck me as he talked to his dad. I couldn’t believe as I watched him on the phone. He was talking to his dad as he fucked his mother. He handed the phone back as I heard him say “okay bye dad I am going to go watch T.V.” He handed me the phone and started to fuck me a little faster. His cock felt so good in my pussy. “Okay honey Tony is gone” “Good because I am horny tonight” Mom Helps Hurt Son Take A Shower Dave proceeded to jerk off as he spoke to me “God honey I missed you, I love your pussy, pretend I am there and I am fucking you right now” “Oh baby your cock feels so good in me” Tony loved it he started to fuck me faster; he had his ear to the phone as Dave talked me through an orgasm. “Wow honey your really into it tonight” I responded “Uh huh oh baby your cock feels so good in me, fuck me baby” Every time I said it Tony started to fuck me faster. I started to cum and I screamed “OH yesssssss I am cumming arggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh” At that point I felt Tony cumming and we could here Dave cumming on the other side of the phone. “Wow Linda, that was amazing I swear if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were getting fucked” “Hmmmm Yes you loved that wouldn’t you. That’s always been your fantasy hasn’t it. You always wanted to watch me get fucked by another man. Maybe tomorrow night we can roll play it” “Oh yes baby lets do it” I hung up the phone and I fell asleep in my son’s arms. The next night my son was back in my bed and we were just waiting for Dave to call. Sure enough the phone rang and Dave was on the phone. “So how are you feeling tonight?” “Horny enough love that I still want to act out your fantasy.” “Hmm yeah babe I only wish there was someone really in bed with you” “Would you really want that Dave?” “Oh Yes” “You’re not just saying that are you, I’m serious Dave would you really want me to fuck someone else” “You know I do, you’re the one that always didn’t want to do it” “What if I agree to now?” “Don't you be teasing me now?” “I am serious, what if I had someone in bed with me right now” “I would love it” Well guess what, someone is in bed with me right now” “Yeah sure” “Say something” “Hi” I heard my husband laughing on the other end. “Who are you trying to fool that’s just Tony” “Yes I know” “What are you saying?” “I am saying, do you still want me to get fucked by someone else” “Linda what are you saying” Your son is lying in bed with me naked and we want to know if you still want me to get fucked” “Oh my god that is so intense….YES I want him to fuck you Linda” “Don’t tell me, tell your son” “Tony I want you to fuck your mother and treat her like the slut she is” “Okay Dad I will fuck her good and hard” Tony handed the phone back to me, your son is getting ready to put his cock in me” “HMMM I want every little detail… How big is his cock?” “His cock is so big honey it fills me up” “I want you to ride him” “Tony lay on the bed” “Honey I am standing over our son admiring his hard cock. I am lowering my pussy. He is holding his cock out for me, Honey I can feel his big cock entering my lips OHHHHHHHH honey his cock feel so gooooood” “Oh yeah baby do you love his cock” “OH yeah I love his cock, I am riding his cock right now I am bouncing up an down on his cock…Oh yeah baby, fuck your mommy.. Fuck me hard……” I could hear Dave masturbating as his son fucked me. “OH Dave I wish you were here to watch him fuck me, he feels so god inside me” “Oh Dave Oh Dave Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I am cumming on your son’s cock” “Oh yeah baby cum on his cock” Oh Dave I can feel your son cumming inside me oh he is cumming so deep inside me honey, I can feel his cum… he is cumming so much” “Oh yeah you love it don’t you, take his cock out and lick it clean NOW” “I am taking his cock out honey, here talk to your dad” Hi Dad, mom is cleaning my cock, she is licking it all over, she is sucking my cock dad” “What’s he saying?” “He says for you to clean all the cum out of my cock mom” “Tell him I am … Tell him I am going to fuck you all night. Now say goodnight.. I have some fucking to do” “Good night Dad mom will tell you all about it when you get home tomorrow night.” As my son hung up the phone I knew my life would never be the same, I continued fucking him all night just as we promised his dad. Dave called me from the airport saying he would be home in a few minutes. When he walked in the front door he yelled “I’M home” “I am up here honey in the bedroom” Dave walked in and was shocked, on the bed was his son behind me, fucking me doggie style. Dave dropped his bag “Wow you two look hot” “Get out of your clothes and join the fun; we thought you might enjoy our surprise” “Oh yeah I love surprises.” Dave took his clothes off, but he never took his eyes off his son’s cock as it entered my pussy. He walked over to me and I grabbed his cock and pulled it to my mouth. How great was this, I was sucking my husbands cock while my son fucked me. I felt Tony cumming and I said “Your son is cumming inside me honey” Dave heard that and started to cum I pulled his cock back into my mouth so I could capture his cum. I had my son cumming in my pussy and my husband cumming in my mouth. What else could a girl ask for? “Honey remember that fantasy of yours” “What fantasy” I got on my back “Dave come here and lick my pussy, clean my cunt out” “MMMMMMMMMM” Dave got between my legs and started to suck the cum right out” Tony came over to my face and pushed his cock in my mouth. I cleaned off his cock as he watched his dad eat his cum out of my pussy. We fucked the rest of the night till my pussy was too sore to fuck, we fell asleep me sandwiched between my two lovers. Please let me know what you think of my story, especially if you have any suggestions and please don’t forget to grade it. Mom Helps In Turning Me Around Working at the store was a lot of fun for me. I was making good money; I had made new friends, but most importantly, felt that I was making a contribution. My family had always looked at me as the black sheep of the family. I still recall those conversations that I used to have with dad: "David," Dad would grunt, "When in the world are you going to get your act together" "Dad, I am doing better than my best ok, would you just lay off" This was mom's cue to come to my rescue and say, "John, lay off the kid. He is just 15 and doing what he can." "Oh Marge," Dad would say, 'one day you this kid is going this kid is going to screw us all around, mark my words." Mom always stood by me, even in the times when she shouldn't have. She was the sweetest woman I have ever known, and will remain the one that I will ever know. But Dad, well he was a piece of work. Well, the rebel in me never wanted to take stuff lying down. I wasn't shy to stand up to my dad and give him a piece of my mind. However, I always remembered, that he was bigger and stronger than I was and I should stay at least an arm length away. Then came that eventful evening that that forever changed our lives. I was 20 years old with no direction to what I wanted to do in my life. I had dropped out of school a few years ago and was doing drugs and all kinds of stuff out on the streets with the boys. Stealing and mugging was an every day occurrence, though honestly, I tried to do it as a means of last resort. Of course, I do not think that "borrowing" money from Dad with no intention of repaying or returning him the money was stealing, besides the jerk deserved to give me some money. I got home around 1.00 am and unlocked the back door and made my way into the house. I didn't want to wake anyone up, so I decided to make my way up to my room. As I climbed the first stair, I had voices come out of my parent's bedroom. I retraced my steps and looked the length of the hallway. I noticed the light in their bedroom as it peeked through a crack in the open door. I slowly tiptoed towards the bedroom. As I got closer, I could hear moans and I knew immediately what those sounds were. For a quick second I felt disgusted. "Ugh, yuck, mom and dad are fucking," I thought. "How disgusting is that?" But something made me walk towards their door. Maybe I just wanted to see them. I eased myself over even more quietly, making sure that the floorboards didn't creak under my feet. Through the door, I could see some of the room, but not the bed. I got a little closer to the crack this time and what I saw almost made me faint. I definitely could hear sexual moans from the room, but Dad was sitting on his chair in the bedroom, with a bottle of beer in his right hand, his fat belly hanging in front of him and his pants down to his ankles. His left fist was wrapped around his cock and he was rubbing his erect cock up and down. Gosh he looked disgusting seated there, but I couldn't take my eyes of his cock. It was huge, almost too huge to comprehend. "The bastard outdid me again," I thought, "he game me a 6 inch cock and kept the 10 inch one for his own." I was frozen there, watching him. Then I thought to myself, "If he is not in bed, then who is?" There was no way I could see the bed which was behind the door, unless I opened it wide and I had no intention of being killed that day. To my luck there was a dresser just behind dad and the angle was perfect. I froze in excitement and amazement when I saw the reflection in the mirror. My mom was on her fours completely naked. I could see her face, flush with excitement as she tilted her head back. This person who knelt behind her on the bed was pulling her hair. He was obviously doing her doggie style, but I didn't know who it was. I bent down to get a better look at the face and I almost fell into the room with shock. Here was Blake, our neighbor boy, and same age as me, riding my mother from the behind. I could hear no sounds. I just watched. Nothing made sense for a few minutes and then I heard my dad voice say, "Go on Blake, give it to her good, you know she likes it" "Oh yes... oh yes... I know she loves it, " Blake said between hurried gasps, "Oh, Marge, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen... but oh... oh... my cock feels so good in your pussy... I want so... much... to come inside of you...oh yea... Oh yea..." Then I heard my mom say,"Oh yea, fuck me... harder baby, harder... oh you feel so good... fill me up... oh gosh, I so need you inside of me...that young cock of yours sure feels so good to ride!" I retraced a couple of steps back and stood against the wall. I realized that I was suddenly beginning to breathe a lot harder than I was a few minutes ago. I had this immense swelling in my pants and my hard on was screaming to get out of my pants. It couldn't wait any longer, and I couldn't hear any more. I rushed up to my bedroom, tore off my clothes, threw myself into bed and clasped my cock in my hand. I could feel it throb. The head of my cock was all wet and slick with precum. I closed my eyes and all I saw was a vision of my mom, smiling at me and saying, "Oh yes David, yes...fuck me... I love you... Fuck me harder... Fill me...fill me completely with your cock... fuck me..." "Oooh... Fuck mom... gosh, I am so c...oming right now..." I said to myself and out spurted a load of hot white glistening cum all over me. "O boy," I said to myself, "I have never cum like this before!" Somewhere in that pleasurable passion and wetness of myself, I fell asleep, dreaming of my mom in ways a son should not do. The next day when I woke up, I wondered if it was all a dream. Then I looked down at myself and realized that at least some of it wasn't, but I wanted to make sure about the other part. I didn't wait too long to find out more. The next incident happened within two days. But those two days were the longest days of my life. For those two days, I watched mom in different ways than I have ever watched her before. I spent more time at home than I did with my friends, which puzzled her and she looked at me quizzically the first night. "Aren't you going out with your friends tonight?" "No, I thought I'd stay at home" "Oh really? Wow, that’s a nice change," she smiled. Her smile was all different now. I was beginning to notice her body under her clothes a lot more than I ever did before. Tonight she wore shorts and loose fitting cotton shirt. I had never noticed how beautiful she looked. Her hair was tied in a tight ponytail. Her dyed blonde hair with streaks of dark hair peeking between them. Her teeth were perfectly shaped and glistened against the light whenever she smiled just like those ads on TV. I could almost see her perfectly shaped breasts through her cotton shirt. She was 39, and in the prime of her sexuality. Dad was 45 and as far as I was concerned a push away from his grave with his drinking and stuff. She stopped moving around the kitchen and looked at me, "David, are you okay? You seem kinda distracted!" "Nah, I am okay mom, just got kinda things on my mind" She put down her kitchen towel, came to the dining table, pulled out a chair and sat next to me. "Okay, what's on your mind, tell me about it" "Oh, not much mom, just the usual stuff!" I protested weakly. "There is nothing usual about stuff if it's on your mind. Go on David, tell me," she said as she put her left hand on my right thigh. I twitched. Her touch almost seems to burn through me. I couldn't bear to look up at her, but she said, "David, look at me, tell me what is bothering you!" "Mom, it isn't much, just stuff. Nothing that I can't handle." "David, is it about Dad, are you mad or upset with him about something?" she asked lovingly. To avoid further questioning and stop her from getting any closer to the bulge that was beginning to grow in my shorts I said, "Yea, kinda!" She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead giving me a perfect view of the beautiful curves of her breast. She then stood up and said "David, give me a hug!" as she extend her arms out to me. I stood up and hugged her, not as a mom, but as a woman. I could feel every part of her body on mine. I felt her breasts against me, her stomach against me, even her pussy and her legs against me. I immediately realized that if I felt all of her, then she surely could feel my bulging cock against her pussy. She slid her arms down my back and pulled me closer. "O God," I thought," I am about to come" "David, Dad is going to his brothers this weekend, maybe we can talk some more about this and what you want to do with your life" she whispered in to my ear. "Sure mom, that would be great," I added, still holding her tight. We must have hugged for sometime, but it felt so good that I didn't want to let go. Then she pushed away from me and kissed me tenderly on my lips and said, "I think you need to go upstairs and take care of yourself." She then looked down at my shorts and the bulge and said "I mean, that!" Then she turned away and went back to her chores with a little laugh. Dad was gone Friday afternoon when I was out buying groceries for mom. I hadn't left the house for anything but to help mom with groceries the last three days. It was stifling. I dreamt of mom every time I shut my eyes. I had masturbated like crazy and fortunately that was the only thing that kept me sane. That afternoon we didn't say much to each other about the chat we had a couple of nights ago. We talked about stuff which we had never talked before. I finally was beginning to get to know my mother. We had dinner and I asked mom if I could smoke in the dining room. She said, "Sure, and light me one too. It has been an eternity since I have not had a cigarette." I was so glad she asked me that, it almost felt like an icebreaker. I lit two cigarettes in my mouth and handed her one, and she came and sat next to me on the love seat in the family room. We smoked in silence and just listened to the sounds of the highway which was a mile away from the house. The traffic seemed light on the highway, but my emotions were running wild. I needed to start off a conversation and soon, but I didn't know how. "Mom, I wanted to talk to you about something." "Sure David," she smiled and looked at me. "Well mom, you know dad and I..." Before I could complete what I was about to say she said, "David, Dad and you won't have to deal with each other anymore. He has left for good today." "Yes, Yes, Yes!" I pumped my fist, "Gosh, I thought it would never happen!" "You hated your father that much huh?" she asked, "I just didn't know how to end it for the longest time, but recently a few things happened which made me think about what I was doing, and I needed him out of my life." "What kind of things mom" I asked with genuine concern. "David, " she said as she brought her right hand up and caressed my cheek, "If you could see me in the mirror, remember, I could see you too." My jaw almost fell off. I was shocked to know that she did see me. I looked at her and she had a smile on her face, "David, that’s why I had to end it with your dad. He wanted me to 'service' younger men for money. He has beaten me a few times when I refused." She seemed sad as she continued, "I begged him, I pleaded with him, but it was of no avail. He even threatened to kill you if I did not go along with him." She got off the love seat and walked around with the cigarette in her hand. "That night when you saw me and Blake, was the last time I was going to do it. Then I told him that he either leave or I will work something out for him." I looked at mom as stopped pacing and looked at me," I am sorry honey, I didn't mean for it to happen, but if I was not going to do it, he promised he would harm you." Mom burst our crying. I got off the love seat and went up to her and gathered her in my arms. "Don't cry mom, its all over now, " I said as her gently patted her on her back, "what matters is that we are together now and he isn't anywhere around." "Yes," mom said, "that is true, just the two of us." Then she kissed me tenderly once again on my lips. She leaned back and looked at my face and then kissed me again. This time her lips didn't leave my lips, rather her hands went behind my back and she pulled me towards her. My hands were moving up and down her back and the sexual tension was beginning to build up in my balls once again. "Oh gosh mom, " I said, "You are the most beautiful and loving woman I have ever known." She smiled and we kissed again. This time our mouths were open and our tongues entwined with each other passionately. "David," mom said tenderly, "I don't know if it's right or wrong. I don't know if loving your son is incest, or morally incorrect. But I know one thing for sure, I have never loved and will never love anyone more than I love you right now." We stood there and kissed some more. The she stood back and said, "Let us go up to your room." Taking my hand she led me up the stairs. As she walked in front of me, I could feel the warmth of her lips still on mine. My legs almost felt like jelly, yet I stumbled my way up to my room. We didn't need to close the door anymore. This was going to be the best evening of my life and there was nothing to be ashamed of. Once inside the room, she put off the cigarette in the ashtray and asked me for mine. "David, undress me please." I walked towards her and slowly undid the shirt that she was wearing, one button at a time. Then I slid it off her shoulders, but they caught on to her nipples on the way down. She slowly slid aside the shirt with her fingers and for the first time, I saw my mothers breasts, the one's I sucked on as a baby. They were absolutely perfect. They weren't sagging, but stood there tight and rounded. Her nipples were nice and pink, but darker than her skin. I placed my hands under her breasts and put my thumbs on her nipples. "Umm, that feels so good honey," she said as her eyes closed in pleasure, "You just tell me what you want, and mommy will be glad to do it for you." I then clasped her shorts along with her panties and slid them down to her knees. As she worked her legs to get her shorts and panties off her, she undid my shirt. "Wow, you have grown to be quite the man. I like that six pack on you, bet you must be working out somewhere," she laughed like an innocent teenager would. She then grabbed my drawstring and undid my shorts and pushed them below my knees. My cock immediately stood at attention to mom and she said "Gosh, here's David..". She took hold of my cock in her right hand, and I could feel the precum oozing from my head. We both stood naked in my room now. I saw mom completely naked for the first time in my life. She was a very beautiful woman. She had perfect breasts, a great figure. She didn't have too much of fat on her and her body was almost athletic. Her butt was the best, she had a nice rounded butt to go with the rest of her body. On her thigh, she had a little tattoo of a flower and it said the words "Love" under it. Mom took my hand and we walked over to my bed. She sat down at the side of the bed and bent down and took my cock into her mouth. "O gosh mom, " I moaned, " suck me good, suck me... Oh, that feels so good" She looked up at me and smiled and continued running her lips up and down the shaft of my cock. I knew I wasn't as big as my dad was, but Mom was making me feel like a size ten I put my fingers through her hair and my hands moved along with her head as moved her lips back and forth over me. Her fingers ticked my balls as she got me hard and ready. "Honey, I am horny as hell. I want you to fuck me like you have never fucked anyone before," she said as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. I noticed that she was clean- and her pussy was nice and pink. She had a pretty large clit which was hard with anticipation right now. "David, don't just look, do something with it, " said mom as she pulled me down and putting her hand on my head guided me between her thighs. The smell of her pussy was so intoxicating. I could see the tiny drops of vaginal cum on the lips of her pussy and I proceeded to first lick them. Licking the sides of her pussy gave her immense pleasure. "Oh gosh David, yes honey... Hmmm, that feels so good... suck me.. lick me.. hmmm... ohhh yea baby... " "Oh gosh mom, your pussy smells and tastes so good... Gosh... I so love sucking and licking you..." "It's your love canal baby... ohhhh gosh yes, that’s where you came into the world from... oh baby... lick it... " I then proceeded to softly take her clit between my lips and slowly tickle it with my tongue. My mom moaned loudly, "Oh yessss baby, don't stop... I love when you do that...please please don't stop" Mom was beginning to thrust her hips towards my face now and I knew she was almost ready for me. My cock was hard as a rod of steel and ready to pleasure the birth canal from which I came. I climbed on to the bed, while mom put her hands next to my hips. "Fuck me baby, fuck your mommy good," she moaned and writhed, "Your mommy wants you to fill her up with your cum so much...oh baby... fuck me." I rolled my cock all around her pussy lips which brought more moans out of her. "Don't tease your mom, you mother fucker... just fuck me." I slowly inserted my cock inside her and I felt the warmth of a pussy I have never felt before. She raised her legs and put them around me and grabbed me. I began kissing her and squeezing her tits. "God mom, my cock feels so good inside you, and your tits feel so good in my hands... your nipples.. ummmm, so love sucking them." Her nails dug into my back and between kissing her and sucking on her tits, my lips were turning dry from all the sexual excitement. She wet her tongue and licked my lips, bringing much needed moisture to them. We made love with me on top of her for a bit, and then she said, "Fuck me doggie style David... put your cock into me from behind." She then knelt down with her beautiful butt sticking out in front of me and I crawled a couple of steps closer to her. She then grabbed hold of my cock and guided it into her ever wet pussy. "Oh baby, fuck me like a bitch, fuck your mother like a dog... make me want more.. make me cum for you... ohh yesss.. fuck fuck fuck me..!" Hearing her vocal assertion and feeling her pussy grab on to my cock like a vice, I said, "Mom, I am so ready to come... oh gosh... I am so ready..." "Me too, honey, me too... any time you are..." "Ohhhh mom... here I am... Oh yesss ohh goshhhhh..." saying that I let out a load of cum into my mom. Mom started bucking violently and her fingers were digging into bed. "Oh yes baby... gosh... oooooooo yesssss, me too darling, me too!" We were both sweaty and spent when we were done. I lay by her side and looked into her eyes. "Mom, that was beautiful!" "No honey, you were beautiful, and we are going to have many more beautiful times like this, aren't we?" "You bet mom, always and forever." Since then, I have changed my life around. I gave up drugs and cleaned up my life. I found myself a job and now, I work at this department store and earn enough money to keep the bills paid and to keep us both happy. I date occasionally and have sex often with other women, but I have never brought any of them home. My mom has been my friend, my lover, my everything. But I have a feeling its going some place else soon, 'cause just tonight when I got back home from a date of mine, she was seated at the dining table, smoking a cigarette. She looked at me come in and she got up and came over to me. She kissed me passionately as she does every evening now. She then walked over to the dining table and said "Honey, how was the date with Janice?" Mom Helps Me Find True Love A mother-daughter, brother-sister love story in 11 short chapters. 18-year-old daughter is inaugurated into a family tradition of incest, very willingly, for she's already fucked (and fallen in love with) her older brother at her 18th birthday party and turns out to be a natural in bed with mom. We end with what I hope is a very erotic, romantic, realistic, long threesome. Narrative and storytelling takes precedence over intensity in places, but hopefully, patience is rewarded, especially at the end. Enjoy. I love and value feedback. * 1. Janine gets "the talk" "Ohhh... Mom. Oh GOD." Janine threw her head back, gasped and groaned. Her mother, Jackie, hungrily devoured her daughter's left tit, massaging the right nipple as she did so. Janine's fingernails dug into her mother's bare back, and her sopping pussy humped her leg. Her mother grabbed the back of Janine's head and moved up to kiss her mouth. "We should--" kiss-- "go--" slurp-- "into the bedroom." Punctuated by a hard, sexy, sloppy tongue kiss. Janine's mind reeled. She humped harder, caressing her mom's back and the back of her head. Their make out session continued as best the women could manage as they stepped over discarded clothes and made their way upstairs to Jackie's bedroom. The women bounced off the walls of the stairway as they walked up, mouths connected and hands roaming. In the bedroom, grabbing her mom's shoulders, Janine fell backwards onto the bed, pulling Jackie down on top of her. Bare breasts pressed together, the women kissed and felt. "Mom," Janine breathed. "This is all so... unbelievable." Then a sigh into her mother's mouth. Jackie cupped her daughter's face in her hands, looking her in the eye. "Believe it, baby," she said. "I'm going to show you." Her hand felt its way down her daughter's naked body and Janine shuddered and cooed in response. It had started innocently enough, Jackie initiating a discussion about sex. "Mom, I'm 18," Janine said dismissively. "Oh, believe me, I know," Jackie had said, weirdly, Janine had thought. Jackie then told her daughter what she was finally old enough to know: Her family, Jackie's side of it, anyway (Janine's dad had left years ago), had a lot of incestuous sex. Of course, any incestuous sex was a lot, to Janine, but really. A lot. This revelation, as much as it threatened to short circuit Janine's brain, made a lot of strange things make sense all of a sudden. Jackie, Janine and her older brother Brian would visit Uncle Dan and Aunt Mary as a family occasionally, but there were several times Jackie would go "visit Uncle Dan" by herself. Where's Aunt Mary? Janine or Brian would ask. Out of town, Jackie would answer offhandedly. When Janine and Brian were young, Grandma and Grandpa would come over, and occasionally -- more than occasionally, now that Janine thought about it -- Grandma would watch the two of them downstairs while Jackie and Grandpa seemed to disappear upstairs for an hour or more at a time. Or, Grandpa would be downstairs and Grandma up. Once, to keep Brian from running upstairs to tell on Janine, Grandma had bolted up and announced they were going for ice cream. After herding the excited kids into the car, Grandma drove around for fully 20 minutes, searching in vain for a place that served ice cream. They settled for McDonalds. These memories had flooded back to Janine as her mother carefully but confidently explained how most of society thought this whole arrangement was wrong, and no family member ever participated or even knew about it until they turned 18, and then only if they chose. "Mom, I'm 18," Janine heard herself saying moments ago, and she shivered. Then she thought of her brother Brian, three years older. Since he'd started going to college three years ago and moved into a campus dorm room (the university was only 20 minutes from home), he and her mother had been "meeting for dinner" someplace quite often. A couple times Janine had come home, heard bumps and thumps upstairs and seen either her mom or brother come down, followed minutes later by the other... my God, she thought. "My GOD," she exclaimed, writhing below her naked mother on her bed. Jackie had run a finger up her sopping wet slit as she kissed and sucked on her neck. Sliding down Janine's body, Jackie gave her tits more loving attention as her finger lolled over her daughter's clit. Janine was wracked by spasms of pleasure. Janine felt as though she should do something to reciprocate the incredible sensations her mother was giving her, but also remembered her mom would "show her." And she was owed an explanation. Janine spread her legs wider beneath her mother and her pussy rose in the direction of her mother's face, making its way down her body. Her fingers tangled in her mother's hair. As her mother slid even further down, she whispered, barely audibly, "God... beautiful." This excited and made Janine happy. Janine anticipated that incredible tongue lapping at her pussy, and she sucked in air through her teeth. To her frustration and delight though her mother instead planted soft kisses on the inside of her daughter's thighs, and her finger, slick with pussy juice, poked softly at Janine's sphincter. Sparks flew in Janine's head. She thought she might pass out. 2. The birthday party She had passed out, a couple months before, after her 18th birthday party. Not her official 18th birthday party, that had been on her birthday, attended by mostly family, all of whom had seemed strangely... expectant, now that Janine thought about it. But no, the party she had passed out at had been her unofficial one, the following weekend, the one with her friends, at which there had been drinking and probably a few joints. Her mom had been... well, there were a lot more possibilities now, weren't there? But she said she'd been visiting her own aunt, a few hours away, for the weekend. Her brother Brian woke her and told her he'd seen her friends off. Still buzzed but more at attention since she realized she'd passed out at her own party and had missed some time, she thanked him for herding everyone who was left out as she dragged herself to a standing position. She surveyed the "damage." She asked if Josh, the designated driver, had been sober, and was relieved when Brian said he was. "He helped get everyone moving," he said. "I don't suppose you'll help me clean up, too," Janine had said, smiling sleepily. "We can leave it till morning," Brian had said. "Mom won't be back till late. And yes, I'll help." Janine smiled again. It was nice of Brian to be so helpful. She scowled. "You're not gonna tell mom, are you?" she asked through a pout. That was when, if she remembered right, and she'd gone over it and over it in her mind to the point where she was pretty sure she did, Brian encircled her in his arms from behind and breathed a kiss into her ear. She had flushed and scowled again and tried to move away. Brian had held her close and begun kissing her neck. Despite herself, Janine cocked her head to expose more neck and sighed. "Are you drunk, too?" she asked softly, accepting all this like it was a dream. "A little," he whispered in her ear. He felt her tits through her shirt. Now she turned around in his arms to regard him, puzzled. He brushed her long hair from her face as she scowled still, and softly kissed her. She thought, up till the moment their lips met, she would shove him away and ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, but instead she pushed her tongue out between her and his lips and kissed him back, firmly, wetly. Those first moments, the moments of seduction and decision, were the ones she remembered most clearly. The rest was a tangle of naked bodies, a sharp, brief pain when her brother penetrated her, his spunk -- at least a gallon, it seemed -- on her belly and tits, her brother's face in her crotch as she writhed, grunted and whined, and finally, coming in torrents with his hard dick in her ass, gripping the headboard of the bed till her fingers hurt, the bedsprings creaking violently. She remembered "happy birthday, Neenie" as she fell back asleep, naked in his arms. She had had a couple months to process these memories and had decided it was a drunken, one-time birthday fuck that neither would have participated in (at least with one another) sober. They both seemed to make an effort the next day and afterward to act normal. In the time since, Brian had only been back home a few short times. Now that school was out -- she and her mother were having sex on the occasion of her high school graduation, a few days before -- he might be around more. She found herself more excited about that than anxious, now. 3. It all makes sense now Her mother had worked a digit all the way into her asshole, up to the second knuckle, and began to frig her there as she continued to lick her thighs. Janine realized she might come without so much as her pussy being touched. "Mom... mommy, ohhh..." she croaked. Then, as if activated -- turned on? -- by those words, her mother's mouth covered her incredibly slick cunt and lapped and sucked like a machine, her finger still playing with her ass. Her mother. Her mother! she thought, and that thought more than the physical sensations tumbled her over the edge. She shrieked and screamed her orgasm, her mother keeping her mouth firmly planted despite the bucking and writhing. She removed her finger and began to knead Janine's ass cheeks as she licked and sucked. Soon Janine was out of breath and could hardly make a sound, but the orgasm just wouldn't stop. "Mom! Mom!" she tried to cry. Her mother! Her mother: There was one other thing a couple weeks ago that now, finally, made sense. There had been another party, this one Brian's with his friends. Mom was again away overnight. After Brian's friends had left, Janine had emerged from her room to find Brian splayed out on the couch, probably asleep (unlike her, he wouldn't pass out -- he had more practice drinking). She crept to him and nudged him a little to see if he would wake up. When that failed, she turned her attention to what was clearly a bulge in his pants. Watching to see if he would wake, she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Nothing. She pulled down the waistband of his underwear, and his hard on sprang free, a tiny dot of pre-cum on the tip. Since her first time with her brother she'd given another boy a blow job, and with that experience in mind she took her brother's dick in her hand and jacked it up and down a couple times. Still he didn't stir. She knelt down and, screwing up her courage, ran the tip of her tongue over her brother's dick head, tasting his salty pre-cum. She licked down the underside, and predictably the already rock-hard boner strained to get a little harder. She was about to engulf her brother's cock in her mouth when his eyes opened and he rose up on his elbows. He seemed alarmed. "What... Neenie?" he said, slurring a little. She took his boner tenderly in her hand as she said yes. He withdrew, gently moving her hand away. "Mom hasn't talked to you," he seemed to half ask -- or at least she understood it as a question at the time -- and half announce. "About what?" she said, puzzled and embarrassed. What about her mother? He just shook his head, stood up and redid his pants. He smiled and kissed her on top of her head and walked away into his bedroom. You could have knocked Janine over with a feather, after the wanton way they'd fucked at her party -- what was different now, all of a sudden? Friends gone home, no Mom, at least one of them drunk. But she decided Brian was just too wasted to know what he was doing or talking about. She masturbated herself to two orgasms alone in her room, imagining Brian ravishing her pussy and her ass, and then slept soundly. She and her mother cuddled naked, exchanging soft kisses. Janine was relieved the more she thought about it to know that she wasn't some weirdo, at least in the context of her family, for fucking her brother (and then trying unsuccessfully to blow him). Her mind still reeled at the extent of this... understanding in her family. And she was blown away with the knowledge that she'd had sex with another woman -- let alone her own mother. "This is a lot to take in," Jackie said, stroking her hair, as though reading her mind -- though it wouldn't have been difficult to tell what she must have been thinking about. "It is," Janine agreed softly, inexplicably blushing. What an earth could she possibly be embarrassed about, in her position? "I don't know if this is your first time or not," Jackie said, caressing her arm, "but I hope you enjoyed it. You certainly seemed do," she said, smiling playfully. "It's sure my first time... you know, with a woman," Janine replied. Almost unbidden her finger went up and began playing with her mom's nipple. Jackie's eyes shut and she sighed, before recovering. "Did-- do you and Grandma... do this?" Jackie smiled. "It's funny you should ask that," she said, playfully again. The hand stroking her daughter's arm moved to her leg. "This," she said, pausing and thinking how strange it was to call it just "this," "this was all straight, you know, male-female, forever. Grandma had my Aunt Becky she grew up with, but they never touched one another, and never their mother." Now Jackie seemed to blush. "It was my mother and me who 'started' this little tradition," she said, indicating their tangled, naked bodies with her eyes. Janine's eyes were saucers. Sure, it was one thing if Grandma and mom participated in this whole... thing, but to instigate it? 4. Jackie and her mother "Tell me about it," Janine said, feeling a thrill like a voyeur. Jackie did. One night when Jackie was 19, still living at home -- she had planned to move out and live in the university dorms, but she decided to stay home and commute, for reasons her friends just couldn't understand, shortly after she turned 18 -- she and her father had had some particularly athletic sex. (I swear, we were vertical at one point, Jackie said with a laugh. Janine blinked dumbly.) By then she was using birth control, so when her father or brother Dan came on her tits and belly, it wasn't out of necessity anymore, it was just for fun. More often they just filled her cunt with come and she douched it out afterward. Her father was working a night shift at that time, and this all occurred shortly before he had to leave for work. Her mother had been waiting downstairs for the two of them to finish. She probably hadn't been idle -- Dan was home -- but after her dad left her mom came upstairs to go to bed. Jackie hadn't budged. Her dad had been in a hurry to get going to work, and she'd just stayed in his bed wrapped in the sheets, leaking his come. She'd been waiting. That spring -- this was July -- Jackie had met a girl at college, a girl she was almost instantly drawn to sexually. While neither considered themselves lesbians, they had discovered they each shared a, let's say, liberal view of sex. They were also competitive. Somehow, their forbidden attraction, shared sexual morality and competitiveness led them to a little recurring game where they would try and get the other to come. In public, in as inappropriate a setting as possible. For example, whoever was having her pussy worked, say, under the library table as they sat side by side "studying" had to keep a perfectly straight face, so as to not attract attention. According to the "rules," she also had to come, not try not to -- no cheating by biting their lips, thinking of ugly, smelly guys, or whatever. They both got very good at making the other come with minimal visible effort, as well as coming quietly. (You wouldn't believe how handy a skill that is once there are kids in the house, Jackie told her daughter.) Not to mention how good they were getting when they were alone and could go all out. Strangely, it never seemed like "sex" to Jackie. She'd decided that that was because she considered what she did with her family "sex," while Lisa was in the end a stranger. For her part, Lisa seemed to enjoy the hell out of it, but it seemed more like a substitute for sex with guys -- this was during the height of the AIDS scare, and Lisa, who was used to promiscuous sex, wasn't getting as much. Anyway, having discovered the pleasures of girl-girl sex, the next logical step in Jackie's mind involved, of course, her mother. Why shouldn't they? Her mother was having sex with her brother; she was, too, as well as with her dad. She could understand Dan and dad not wanting to pair up, but her college experience taught her the reasons not to have sex with a woman were fairly convincingly overwhelmed by the benefits. At first her mother didn't want to hear a word of any such thing. "Mom," Jackie had said, "that's ridiculous. What are you afraid of, breaking a taboo? That's stupid." Her 40-year-old mother (she was 63 now! Janine thought. Does she still go at it?) wouldn't take that bait. "That has nothing to do with it," she said. "I don't happen to find women attractive. That's all." Jackie put on a pouty face. "You don't think I'm pretty?" She did take that bait. "Jackie, honey, no," she hastily said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "That's not it. We're just... wired one way, and not the other. What am I supposed to use? Some toy?" Jackie exploded her "wired" theory by telling her about her girlfriend Lisa. Her mother, though shocked, clearly began to pay attention. "And believe me, you don't need a toy," Jackie said. "I've never used one, or had one used on me. Well-- wait. Once. But not by necessity. And it was in my ass, not my pussy." "Jacqueline!" her mother scolded. But not with a lot of conviction. In fact, the word was slightly breathless. "Mom, with Lisa I've discovered sex is something beautiful and enjoyable between any two people who trust each other and have affection for one another. And there is something in it for you, Mom." She moved her face to her mother's ear, blew in it softly then kissed it gently. "Because using nothing but the fingers, tongue and toes God gave me, I've gotten really, really good at making a woman come." Shaking, her mother turned to her and they kissed, tentatively at first, then more frantically, devouring one another. Soon they were both undressed, and Jackie made her mother come five different ways, all with an earnestness born of love and devotion. And, she realized, something of a pioneering spirit. They were bravely trying something new and both wanted to make sure it was worth it and memorable. By the time she'd come five times, her mom was evidently "rewired," too, and she ate the come that was left from her husband's fucking her daughter out of Jackie's cunt. It was more than Jackie could have reasonably expected, when she'd had to be talked in to even touching her -- but she had saved it for a reason. Just in case. 5. "He made me, Mommy" By the time Jackie was finished with her story, Janine was squirming and nearly panting. Cupping her mother's face in her hands, she kissed her warmly and sloppily. Their tongues emerged and licked one another, and their lips and cheeks. Jackie's hands found her daughter's ass cheeks again and she kneaded, sending new bolts of sensation through her daughter. "Mom," Janine gasped, arching her back. Jackie rolled over on top of Janine and went down on her tits, one after the other, covering them with saliva. She strummed her daughter's nipple with her tongue, causing her to buck. Janine rolled them over so she was on top, as her mother continued to kiss and feel. Her mom's legs wrapped around her and pulled her ass down till their pussies met. Then she began to grind back and forth, humping up at the same time like she was receiving a big dick in her cunt. Each woman's sopping slit sent jolts of pleasurable friction through the other. Wickedly stirred by the new sensations, Janine humped and slid back, chanting "fuck... fuck... fuck" under her breath. She was fucking her mother. Mom Helps Me Find True Love Janine's eyes rolled back in her head. "Oh god... oh my god... ohmygodohmygodohmyggggggg---!" Janine came ferociously from the sandpapery feel of her mother's pussy on hers and the fucking role play. Panting and flushed, Janine collapsed on her mother, who caressed her back. Jackie smiled. "I don't want to wear you out your first time," she said, smiling broadly. Janine raised an eyebrow and smiled wryly. She slid down her mother's body, leaving a butterfly kiss on her nipple, which made Jackie gasp. She traced her tongue down her mother's belly, reaching up and massaging her tits. Then she made her way between her mother's legs. She grabbed them and picked them up to rest on her shoulders. "It's not my first time, Mom," she said. "On my 18th birthday, my brother Brian fucked me so hard and long I could barely walk the next day." Jackie's eyes registered surprise, and Janine plowed her face into her mother's pussy. "Oh!" Jackie exclaimed, the first time, Janine realized, she'd been on the receiving end today, really. "Oh, my darling." Janine was surprised how husky her mom's voice sounded during sex. Janine had no real idea what she was doing, just what she thought she would like and what her mom had done to her. It was more than enough. Her mother bucked and writhed and cried out as Janine licked, sucked and nibbled on her pussy. "At first I didn't want to," Janine said, coming up for air. Jackie was momentarily puzzled. Was she talking about what they were doing now? Janine licked and slurped again. "But he made me, Mommy. Your son made me fuck him." She returned to her mother's pussy lips. Intuitively, Jackie knew this was role play. She played along. "Oohhh.. no. What did he do to you, darling?" Janine twirled her chin in the folds of her mother's labia. "He said I was a woman and women need to be fucked," she lied. "I told him no... no, please." She tongued her mother's clit. "No, I don't want to be fucked. Please, no." As she returned to her work Jackie's legs closed over her daughter's head and she began to writhe and buck harder. "Oh, my darling little girl," she said, her eyes slits. "Did he fuck you then?" Up for air. Jackie humping the space beneath her. "I cried and cried. I told him I wanted my Mommy." Jackie's pussy positively flowed. "Then I said he could fuck me. I said it was ok to fuck me. Did I do bad, Mommy?" Back to work. "Oh my baby," Jackie hissed. "Oh my darling. You let your brother fuck you. Your brother fucked you. Oh-- oh god." "He fucked so hard, Momma," Janine whined. "Then when his come was all over my tits and belly, he.. he fucked me in the ass!" "Oh, NO," Jackie said. "It was so HARD, Mommy. I felt so FULL!" Janine attacked her mother's pussy with abandon, clawing at her legs, sliding her face up and down. "OH... MY BABY. MY DARLING LITTLE GIRL... OOHHH!" Jackie came in torrents. Her darling baby. 6. A wild success As Janine, face red, jaw probably so sore, crawled up to be beside her again, Jackie understood something that had seemed strange. When she'd had her little talk with her daughter, what seemed so long ago but wasn't, she expected a lot of possibilities. After all, her family had some experience at this. She might be angry and storm away. She might be confused and ask a lot of questions. She might be embarrassed and too mortified to move. Instead Janine just looked like everything made sense. Fleetingly, Jackie figured she was a smart girl, she must have sensed something like what was going on even if she didn't know about it outright. "So you and Brian," she'd finally said, before the question tailed off. Jackie had smiled understandingly. "Yes. He and I. He's an adult now, you know," she added a little playfully. Janine's eyes had rolled. Hadn't they? She wasn't sure at the time, but now she was. "And in your family..." "That's right," Jackie said evenly. "As I said, it's purely an individual choice. But so far, no one has chosen not to." She regretted the "so far" -- she didn't intend to challenge Janine, or talk her into anything. As long as it had taken for her and her own mother, and sister, to extend the family tradition to an all-female setting, she wasn't even thinking about having sex with her daughter herself. She knew Janine and Brian got along great, and that their relationship had cooled a little recently. Now that she'd graduated high school and Brian would be around more often, she wanted to open up that possibility to her. Just the possibility. She was quite sure Brian was open to it. He kept asking her, once every laundry run home, if she'd talked to Janine yet. Finally she'd told him she'd do it when she graduated. "She's not a boat to be christened on her 18th birthday," she'd said once. Oh lord! How that must have sounded to him! "Janine," she said, "I'm only telling you this because it's a fact you deserve to know now that you're an adult. This does NOT mean that you are in any way expected to participate. There will be NO pressure, no one will try to talk you into it, and you are completely free to make your own choice. It's very important to me that you understand that." Janine nodded a while before saying "I do," quietly. "Now, this isn't something I would ever tell you then say, 'ok, time to go get our nails done,'" Jackie said. "This afternoon is completely free. Your brother is staying away -- yes, he knows we're talking today -- and I want you to feel free to ask me any questions, raise any concerns, anything that comes to mind. I know how big this is and how hard it can be to come to terms with. Believe me. But you're not alone" What was going through Janine's mind? Jackie still didn't know that. She knew now that she and Brian had had sex a couple months before. They wouldn't have been doing it regularly -- otherwise Brian wouldn't be so insistent on mother and daughter having "the talk." All she knew was that Janine stood up and held out a hand to her. She stood up, too, and they hugged. Such a warm, beautiful hug. All Jackie's anxieties about the day were melting away. Janine understood, or at least accepted. "What about Dad?" Janine asked. Jackie raised her head from her daughter's shoulder so they were facing one another, still embracing. She sighed. "Your dad," she said. She told Janine how she'd told him about the little family arrangement probably long before she should have. He seemed keen to get married, then, when he hadn't before. Once they were married, he took advantage of the "arrangement" to its fullest extent. Grandma. Aunt Becky. Even he and Uncle Dan had a go once -- first and last time for either of them, though they seemed to enjoy it ok. Eventually, though, the novelty had worn off, and he'd become possessive. "It wasn't so much that he wanted the incest to stop, but I think he thought that because I had incest, and girl-girl sex in college, and a threesome with him and his friend-- whoops--" --she smiled shyly at her daughter-- "that I was running around with everybody. And I wasn't. He got very, very paranoid. He left because he found someone else, and said it was because I was cheating on him. But I wasn't. Probably, he was projecting his failings on to me to justify his behavior. "He taught us all a lesson. Uncle Dan to this day hasn't told your Aunt Mary, and we must respect that choice." Janine seemed to consider this thoughtfully. "You know I've never said a bad word to either of you about your dad," Jackie said. "That's just something else you deserve to know, now that you're an adult, and have the context." Jackie wanted to sit down by now, but Janine still had her arms around her, and Jackie wanted to follow her lead. "Why sex with your family?" she finally asked. Jackie was prepared. "Well, dear," she began, "the real question it seems to me is why not. And the answer is that it's convention, morality, a sense that most people share that it's just off limits. "And there are good biological reasons for it, too," she continued, "but maybe not as many since birth control was invented, and we've begun to understand how diseases are spread and babies are made. "In the end I think the issue is that there aren't any good reasons not to share these things with people you love and trust. As long as everyone involved is an adult and can choose freely." Janine seemed thoughtful again. What was she thinking? "Now, I know that your first reaction is probably that there's something disturbing, or even disgusting, about all this," Jackie said, cocking her head. "I know how long it can take to begin to overcome what you intuitively feel and accept it. But sex with your family is wonderful. It's safe. Your partner loves you unconditionally. There's no performance anxiety, and your self-worth isn't measured by how well or how often you fuck. You're sharing a beautiful thing with someone who's an indelible part of your life -- not someone who's only interested in you for sex. It's very fulfilling." "How often do you and Brian have sex?" Jackie thought a moment. "Probably once a week or so. That's another misconception -- that if you're having sex with someone you live with, you're going at it every day!" "What do you do?" This was one question Jackie hadn't prepared for. "Um-- Well, nothing out of the ordinary for a man and a woman, if that's what you mean." "How does it start?" "How does it--" Janine reached up and pecked her mother on the lips. "Like... with kissing?" Jackie was alert, now. "I like kissing," she said softly. Her daughter kissed her again, no tongue, just soft, careful lips. Then again, harder. "Janine, honey, I--" Then again. Harder. Now she grabbed handfuls of her mother's shirt and began to tug it up over her head as their faces sucked one another. They wobbled there, the two of them, kissing frantically, "mmph"ing and trying to negotiate a shirt over Jackie's head. Which head, at this point, was spinning. She helped Janine lift the shirt off her. Her daughter's hands came up immediately to her tits, caressing. Jackie, still off balance and a little unsure, moaned and said, "Janine..." Janine grabbed her own shirt and practically tore it off. Bra, too. Then she roughly embraced her mother, smashing their boobs together. Jackie sighed despite herself. Janine ran her hands and fingers through her mother's hair. Still not fully on board, Jackie wrapped her arms around Janine, but not moving anything but her head as her daughter made out with her. Before long Janine, her hands visibly shaking, was trying to take off her jeans. Jackie took hers off, too. Both women's panties were wet. They embraced again, Janine grinding her pussy into her mother's through their underwear. Jackie sighed and began to caress her daughter. Finally Janine tugged Jackie's panties down, and Jackie returned the favor. Knowing The Talk was a wild success, Jackie began administering to her daughter's boobs. Janine sucked in air. Jackie thought of all the times she'd called her mother "Mom" and "Mommy" during sex and found herself desperately hoping Janine would do the same. 7. To be young and in love That was how it had started, and it made more sense now, if Brian and Janine had already had sex. Incest wasn't exactly a brand new concept to her daughter. Right at this very moment, Jackie was very happy about that. She kissed Janine tenderly, tasting her own pussy juices. Despite herself she sucked in the scent and closed her eyes in pleasure. She ran a finger along Janine's chin. "Sore?" Janine smiled. "Yeah. But worth it." She kissed her mother back. "Way worth it." Jackie smiled brightly. Now they were softly, tenderly making out again. None of the hunger or urgency of before, just two women in love, tasting one another, luxuriating with one another. After a while Janine smiled up at her mother, and sank down to her tit. She lovingly engulfed it in her mouth and began suckling, like a baby. Jackie shuddered and sighed. She stroked her daughter's hair. "My dearest love," she whispered. "I hope you discover that sex isn't just something you do, it a way to love. I have. It's been the greatest gift of my life." Janine left her mother's nipple and looked up. "Are there ways to do it where my jaw won't be so sore? Or do I just have to get used to it," Janine asked. "Because I'm willing." Jackie kissed her daughter's head. "You'll get better at it, and you'll get used to it," she said. Seeing Janine's face darken a little, she quickly added, "not that you have to get better at it, darling. My God, no. I haven't come that hard in I don't know how long." "Thanks a lot," said a voice behind them. Both women started, one gasping, one letting out a little shriek. Jackie regarded her son angrily. "Brian, you were to leave us alone for the day. And sneaking up on two people sharing a bed is unforgivable. Have you been eavesdropping? Are you some kind of Peeping Tom?" Chastened, Brian's confidence left him. Still, he managed to joke, "not for long. I couldn't stand it for too long at a time." Brian was naked, and his dick was acting like his mother and sister were tangled naked in bed together. "Mom, don't be mad at him," Janine said. That wasn't going to do it. "You'd better explain what you're doing here," she said to her brother. He shrugged, still chastened by his mother's anger. "I screwed up, Mom. I had sex with Janine the weekend after her birthday, I thought you were going to talk to her when she turned 18 and she'd understand. She just thought I was drunk," he said. Janine started to reply to reassure him, but Jackie cut her off. "What does that have to do with intruding on people's privacy?" she demanded. "Mom, you don't understand. I want Janine so bad, but I know I'm not supposed to till you have your talk. I knew you were talking today, and I figured I could 'accidentally' be around after you were done. Neenie, I'm so sorry," he added. Janine was puzzled. "Wait. You want... me? Not just, to be able to have sex with your sister?" Brian shook his head in frustration. "Neenie, no. I know all about this family arrangement -- ALL about it -- but that night after the party I just wanted you. I can have sex whenever I want -- I don't mean anything bad by that, Mom -- but I couldn't wait to be with you again. Today was the day. I couldn't stay away." Janine was glowing, and Jackie rolled her eyes, knowing she couldn't press her anger. "Brian, the voyeurism and the intrusion without knocking are unacceptable. I need you to promise me you'll never repeat them." "I promise. I really do. I'm sorry." Jackie rose. "Fine, then," she said, not sharply, but with finality. "I'll leave you two alone." "Mom! No," Janine said, looking crestfallen, like a kid who pops a balloon. "Dear, I'm not as young as I used to be, and you two will I'm sure enjoy your time alone." Both her son and daughter looked like they were going to protest, so she put her hand up. "Not a word. I'll be downstairs. Enjoy yourselves." Jackie walked out, and with quickening breath Janine looked at her brother. "Oh my God," she said. "I don't believe all this!" Brian sat down next to her, gently stroking her leg. "I know. But it's perfect. Janine, I love you. And I want you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the party." She kissed him, encircling his broad shoulders as he gripped the backs of her shoulders. They were young, in love, and free to express and act on it. Their kisses were tender, but with the aggression and confidence of youth. Their heads bobbed and twisted, always in time with one another. Their tongues seemed mirror images. His dick was straining to the ceiling, and Janine carefully wrapped it in her hand. With a look of tenderness that almost broke Janine's heart with joy, Brian said, "if you're worn out, we can go as slow as you want." She smiled, kissed him again and sank down to engulf his cock in her mouth. His eyes rolled and he groaned. Her mouth was so warm and wet, and felt so perfect. His cock had actually been in his mother's cunt, more times than he could count, but as wonderful as that felt, THIS felt like home. Janine slid her tongue up and down the underside, bobbing up and down and thrusting his dick as far down her throat as she could. Her hunger for his come in her mouth she couldn't explain. Blowing that guy from school, she thought she'd wretch, and she didn't even intend to swallow. With Brian, she wanted him to shoot his spunk in her mouth. She wanted to taste it, swallow it, and kiss him with her mouth when she was done. She'd even try to get some on her face. Then maybe her mom could lick it off. 8. Better if you were there Jackie was content. Relieved, even, after being anxious about what Janine's reaction would be. Her children were upstairs fucking, she'd had a monstrous come herself, her evening was free, and she was happy. This had gone much more smoothly than her talk with Brian. Three years ago, Brian was freaked out, looking like he'd seen a ghost the whole time, and actually excusing himself to go to the bathroom with nausea when the discussion turned to Jackie and his Grandpa. Jackie had been genuinely worried about him, and they spent an uncomfortable evening watching movies on TV, her fielding new questions every twenty minutes or so. Of course, Brian was a man, and a smart man, so eventually he understood her mother to be telling him he could have sex if he wanted. So they had. But God, not as quickly or as confidently as with Janine. Sex with her son was every bit as loving and intimate as sex with Janine had been, and promised to be, but with a 21 year old's impatience sneaking through every once in a while. He was as tender a lover as she'd ever slept with, but now and then he thought of himself first. Jackie knew that any non-relative he bedded would think he was one of the most responsive, giving lovers in the world, though, and he would be, compared to what they were used to. And that was because he had sex so often with people he loved. Including, now, his sister. She wasn't keeping track, but they'd been at it about a half an hour, and strangely, Jackie hadn't heard a sound. She didn't know what she expected, but she imagined the two of them ravaging one another with abandon, and some sounds or indications of activity. She shrugged it off and sat down at the kitchen table with a second cup of tea and the evening paper. "Mom?" she heard softly behind her. Both her children were standing there, Brian with a t-shirt and boxers on and Janine with just one of her brother's t-shirts, which was oversized for her. His arm was around her. A wave of love swept over Jackie at how perfect they looked, how adult. Brian seemed brightly happy, and Janine was simply glowing. "Look at you two, like a pair of young lovers," she said. "Janine, I'm surprised you can even stand up. I've been on the receiving end, remember." She winked at Brian. Brian blushed a little and Janine stifled a giggle. "We haven't been fucking, Mom," she said. Jackie was, predictably, shocked. "Why in the world not?" "Well," Janine began, "I took care of his hard on -- he's my brother, and that's what sisters are for." Now she winked at him. "But then we just started talking. We have a lot to talk about. Talking and kissing. We've been talking and making out for 20 minutes. We're just in no hurry, I guess." "Actually," Brian said, "we decided the rest of it would be better if you were there." Jackie's eyebrows arched. "Come on, Mom," Janine said. "Look at how unbelievably hot you got when I was telling you about Brian fucking me." "I didn't do any of that rough stuff she said, by the way, Mom," Brian added. Jackie strode to him and took his hands. "Of course you didn't," she said, kissing him. "You're a remarkable, loving man. Your sister means the world to you, doesn't she?" Mom Helps Me Find True Love He blushed. "Yes," he mumbled. Janine smiled. "Then show me," Jackie said, kissing his mouth again and stroking his stiff cock through his boxers. Brian broke the kiss, turned to Janine and picked her up in his arms. She yelped as she left the floor, then draped her arms around his neck. "Come on, Mom," Brian said, toting Janine toward the stairs. Jackie followed in her terrycloth robe. They mounted the stairs almost solemnly, but Janine with the biggest smile on her face. Once to Jackie's bedroom, Brian dropped Janine on the bed and yanked down his boxers. "Brian!" Jackie cried. He stopped with one leg out. Jackie considered him. Then she spoke to them both. "All right, you two," she began. "As much I appreciate your offer to watch, I believe it's impolite to be a voyeur." She cocked her head toward Brian, whose face fell slightly. "I'm going to have to participate, if that's ok." Janine brightened. "But this is your evening. It's for the two of you. Will you let me help you make it memorable?" Brian was grinning from ear to ear. Jackie cried, "oh, Mom!", leapt up and embraced her. "That means, dear," she said to Brian, "that your sister undresses you. You don't undress yourself." She looked at her daughter in her arms and stole a quick kiss on the lips -- both women moaned, just slightly -- before pushing her back toward the her brother. Brian, wanting to comply but anxious to get started, lifted his other leg out of his underwear and stood before Janine in just his t-shirt. 9. Unforgettable "It also means," Jackie continued, "that we should have some music." She nodded at where her iPod was docked into a speaker apparatus. Brian knew it well, it had played the soundtrack to his and his mom's fucking many times. He started toward it, thought better, and excused himself, scrambling out of the room. Janine and her mother looked at each other, curious. Jackie's furrowed brow softened. "You seem to be doing ok with all this," she said. Janine smiled again. "Mom-- I don't know what I'll think of it all when everything settles down. I know that I haven't been able to stop thinking about fucking Brian since my birthday. And today with you... was beyond anything I could have ever imagined. "If that's what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life, then yeah, I'm doing ok with this." Jackie felt relief again. Janine began to get impatient. "Where'd he go?" "While we're waiting," Jackie said, retrieving a thin chest from under the bed. She opened it, and Janine's eyes widened at the variety of dildoes, butt plugs and vibrators inside. Janine looked wickedly at her mother, who scowled. "Oh, not now, dear," she playfully scolded. "Just good to have them handy. She also retrieved a bottle of oil from her dresser drawer. Finally, Brian returned. "I found it," he said, out of breath. It was Janine's iPod. She looked at him like he'd grown two heads. Brian looked at Jackie. "You said this was for us, right Mom?" Jackie smiled and nodded. "It's really for Neenie. So we should have her music." Janine thought she might cry. He docked her iPod, turned it and the speakers on, and fiddled with the controls so all her favorite artist's songs would shuffle through. The first song began, and Janine lunged at her brother, hugging him. Now she was crying. Jackie said, "I'm proud of you, Brian. You're learning that it's your partner in sex that matters. If both partners know that and act that way, both will have a very fulfilling experience. The best way to learn that, I think," she added, "is through incest." Janine stood before her brother, brimming with barely contained excitement. They drew together and kissed tenderly, and Brian lifted Janine's t-shirt up. She put her arms up and he lifted it all the way off, letting it flop to the floor. Fiona Apple wistfully sang about "all my armor falling down, in a pile at my feet," and Janine shook with a tiny tremor of excitement. Naked, she pressed to her brother more eagerly, and worked his t-shirt up over his head. Before she dropped it she lifted it to her nose and inhaled deeply, eyes closed. Brian caressed her, mussing his sister's hair, and they kissed and pressed against one another again, both naked. Jackie touched her son's arm, and he looked at her. She was holding up a bottle of oil. He put out his hand and Jackie squirted a generous amount into it. "Use both hands," she said, barely above a whisper. Brian rubbed the oil into his other hand, then caressed Janine again, starting with her sides and moving up to her tits. She moaned and her eyes rolled back into her head. Brian began to weigh and knead her boobs and play with her nipples with the slick, slightly sandpapery texture of the oil. Janine thought she could come right there. Her mother touched her wrist and she held out her hand for her ration of the oil. "You," Jackie said, "may only need one hand." Writhing in her brother's embrace, Janine hesitated before grabbing Brian's cock. Jackie seemed to expect it. "It's edible oil," she said to them both, and she smiled. Janine looked at Brian and gripped his dick firmly but gently. Now he moaned. "Neenie," he breathed. "Oh... God." She began stroking him, pressing her breasts against his hands. The two of them might have both mounted to orgasms standing up, using only hands. Jackie smiled. She had lubed a small, dick shaped vibrator with the oil, and now nestled it between her son's ass cheeks. His breath caught; he knew what she was doing, she'd done it to him before. But never while his sister was jacking him off. "Now, honey," she said into Brian's ear, "what do I always tell you when we're using this?" She turned it on and began easing it into his ass. He hunched down to a position where both his mother and sister had access to what they wanted. "I can't come," he said simply, eyes closed, sensations overwhelming. "That's right. It would hurt. Plus, this will make you come too quickly." With that last part she winked at her daughter. The vibrator was now buried in Brian's ass, buzzing away. He was on his knees, now, ass up in the air for his mother. Jackie motioned for Janine to take over. She did, easing the vibrator in and out of her brother's rear end, and reaching around to continue to jack him off, gently enough not to make him come, she hoped. He sucked in a gasp of air. "Neenie... no, don't," he said, and reluctantly Janine stopped stroking his cock. She was on one knee behind him; Jackie appeared behind her. "I have something for you, too," she said, tonguing her daughter's ear. Janine's eyes widened: Her something was quite a bit thicker and longer than the one in Brian's ass. She tried to take it from Jackie, but that wasn't the plan. Spreading her free leg wide for her mother, she let Jackie buzz the tip of the vibrator around her clit. Janine gripped her brother's ass cheek with her free hand and breathed raggedly. Still working the vibrator in and out of him. Then Jackie eased the longer vibrator into Janine's cunt. She stiffened and panted even harder. Jackie let her daughter take over. "You have both now," she said. "Just remember what I said about the other person being first and foremost. Remember, Brian can't come." Knowing her limit, Janine began raping herself with the vibrator, knowing she could ease up in time to keep from coming. In the meantime the toy felt unbelievable, filling her with a cascade of pleasure. Janine took the scene in: Son on his knees, head on the floor, raging erection nearly throbbing. Daughter on one knee, plowing a dildo in and out of herself, while easing a smaller vibrator in and out of her brother's ass. Both her children were panting. Neither would forget their first proper night together. 10. You shouldn't have to watch and get yourself off, Mom Jackie finally disrobed, and squirted a tiny amount of oil into her palm. She knelt beside her daughter. "All right, dear. I want you to take the vibrator slowly out of your brother's ass. I think you could both use your first come of many." Face red, her eyes slits, Janine was grateful for the promise of release. As much as she loved Brian, she would be damned if she'd come when he couldn't, and it was taking so much effort not to with the air charged with incestuous sex and a buzzing dildo in her cunt. She guided the vibrator as her brother shit it out of his ass. Before Brian got up, Jackie held him in place. "Wait, honey," she said simply. She slid underneath him on her back, gripped his cock with her oiled hand and began expertly jacking him off. Janine doing that was heavenly, as hot as she was and as much as he loved her, but his mother had clearly had more practice. In no time he was "oomph"ing and grunting. Watching this mesmerized, still impaling herself with the vibrator, Janine was overwhelmed with a very sudden, very powerful orgasm herself. She shrieked in ecstasy as Jackie positioned her mouth at the tip of her son's dick. As he came, what had to be a quart of his jism -- still! thought Jackie, after how many comes already today? -- spurted into his mother's mouth. Brian collapsed onto his side, panting. Jackie drew her son up to his knees again and, on her knees herself, tongue kissed him savagely. He was momentarily startled at all the come still in his mother's mouth but he quickly realized it was no mistake, so he kissed his mother back, eagerly slurping his own come out of her mouth. "Don't swallow it, dear," Jackie said when her mouth was free enough of come. She kissed him on the forehead. She drew Janine to them. "Taste it, honey," she said. "Eat your brother's come. I know you have before, but not from his own mouth." Wide-eyed, Janine eagerly kissed and licked her brother's mouth and tongue, tasting his spunk. All this, Jackie now realized, was taking place on the floor of a perfectly good bedroom. "Why don't you and I climb up here, Janine," she said, as brother and sister reluctantly disengaged. "Brian will need some time to recharge -- not much." She winked. On the bed, for the second time that day Jackie ferociously lapped at her daughter's well-fucked pussy, expertly teasing her labia, grazing or twiddling her clit, plowing her tongue in and out like a tiny cock. Janine's breath was taken away, and she bucked and heaved, croaking protests that it was too much. Short of her orgasm, her mother drew herself up to her and kissed her hard. Now she could taste her own pussy juices mixed with the residue of jism from Brian. She sighed as she made out with her mother. Jackie swirled her fingers in and around her daughter's again sopping cunt, and offered them to her. Janine sucked her mother's fingers like they were a tit, cooing contentedly. By now, watching, Brian was hard again, and Jackie offered the next fingers to him. He sucked them hungrily as well. "Janine, I don't know if your brother realizes this or not, but after he's come a couple times, he gets back to being his hardest after he's sucked off a while." Brian crawled up beside his sister, and she worked her way down to his crotch. Jackie guided her daughter's bottom half around so it was next to Brian's face. The two of them knew exactly what to do. Janine was momentarily frustrated that Brian's dick was "upside down," but as her brother mashed his face into her cunt she forgot all about it and sucked it in. Her head bobbed back and forth so he could fuck her face again, and she squirmed and whined as he lapped at her pussy. Soon they arranged themselves so Brian was lying on his back and Janine was parallel, above him. They bucked and thrashed in their incestuous 69. Jackie, who had vowed not to worry about coming herself, began almost involuntarily to work her fingers into her own cunt. The scene was too much. Janine and Brian saw this at the same time, and they disentangled. Jackie stopped masturbating, and told them to keep going. "Mom," Janine said, glancing at her brother. "If this night is for us... well, we both want to make love to you." "You shouldn't have to watch and get yourself off," Brian added. Then he decided not to wait for permission. He and Janine both got up from the bed, and Brian scooped their mother up and placed her in the center of her bed. She mock protested, but didn't resist. Janine told her to get on her elbows and knees, like Brian had been earlier on the floor. She did. Janine slipped under her and began kissing and licking her pussy. "Oh God," Jackie cried, her voice husky again. "Bring me yours." Janine lined herself up with her mom so she could eat her out at the same time. Lubing his cock, Brian got behind Jackie and began to ease into her ass. Jackie shuddered. She could certainly take it, she had many times. But never with her daughter eating her out at the same time. Her mind reeling with pleasure, Jackie felt her son's cock fill up her ass. She began to rock with him back and forth as he stroked in and out, dragging her face and chin along her daughters slit as they fucked. Janine, meanwhile, lapped her mother's pussy eagerly, gripping her ass trying to steady it. With her other hand she used her thumb and forefinger to rub her mother's clit, sending shocks through Jackie's system. Her son fucked her ass while her daughter ate her out. The thought made her reality tumble into pieces and she shrieked a great, stunning orgasm, calling her son's and daughter's names over and over. Brian disengaged, and Janine scooted out from under her. Jackie collapsed, panting. Her son and daughter sandwiched her between them, Janine facing her and kissing her mouth wetly, the pungent odor and taste of pussy lube smeared on both their faces overhelming. Brian positioned himself facing her back and entered her again from behind, this time into her cunt. "I bet Brian needs to come," Janine mumbled into her mother's mouth. She began to play with her mother's clit again as they kissed and their breasts smashed together to the rhythm of Brian's fucking. Jackie reached behind her with her free arm and gripped her son's hip. She broke her mother-daughter kiss and turned her head to the side to say, "do you want to come, Brian? Do you want to come inside your mother? Mommy wants you to. Come inside me." Janine continued to frig her clit as her brother stroked his dick in and out, and she herself mounted toward another orgasm. Brian stiffened, then began to thrust harder as he began to come. Nearly screaming, he unloaded another wad of sperm into his mother, this time where God intended it to go. Jackie, under Janine's attentions as well, came at the same time. She was quiet -- that talent learned in college libraries and lecture halls -- because she wanted to hear Brian's orgasm. It was one of her favorite sounds. Janine saw her mother's face contort, heard her breathing turn to quick pants, and smiled warmly. Helping her mother come, she discovered, was something she enjoyed very much. 11. Crescendo They all separated. Only Janine had the energy of someone who hadn't just experienced a torrential orgasm. She got up and moved to her mom's toy chest, withdrawing a double-ended dildo. She showed it to Jackie. "Recharging time," she said, glancing at her brother. "I haven't had Brian's cock in my pussy yet today. Will you help me get ready for him?" Jackie smiled. They sat on the bed facing one another, legs spread. Janine positioned one end of the dildo at the opening of her mother's cunt, and scooched herself up so the other one was at her opening. The two women moved slowly together, then as they were both penetrated began rocking and humping. Janine lolled her head back. Jackie watched her, enraptured. Her daughter was unbelievably beautiful while she was getting fucked. A true treasure. After a few minutes of sighs and moans, Jackie withdrew. The double dildo was good for preliminaries, but Jackie had better tools at her disposal. From her chest she brought out a strap-on dildo. She put it on, and Janine sank to her back, her sopping cunt ready to receive. Jackie positioned herself over her daughter and entered her in one easy, expert thrust. "OOOoooohhh," Janine moaned. Jackie was a tender, careful lover with other women, especially someone who was new to all this. But she'd seen how her daughter had ravaged herself with that vibrator, and knew Janine trusted her completely. She began to thrust in and out in long, swift strokes, pounding her daughter's pussy and sending her into an eyes-rolled-back delirium. Janine began to pant and whine. She was losing herself; Jackie had discovered something she really liked. She hoped her son was taking note. Janine's brow was furrowed and her mouth rolled into an 'o', and her breath only escaped her raggedly in time with her mother's fucking thrusts. They were rutting like animals now, Jackie plowing quickly and hard and Janine meeting each thrust violently. Her daughter, Jackie realized, loved, LOVED, fucking. Plain old, boy-on-girl fucking. (Or girl-pretending­-to-be-boy-on-girl.) The harder the better. Jackie eased up and then eventually out, Janine whined her disappointment. She seemed to literally have had the vocabulary fucked out of her by her mother. By now Brian was as hard as the dildo, and Jackie had him take her place. He wasn't as confident and eased into his sister. At first it was almost like her pussy wasn't there, it was so wet and stretched out. He began to carefully thrust in and out, delirious himself at the sensation. As warm and right as his sister's mouth felt, her cunt was twice as good. When he held himself inside her, stretching her as hard as he could, trying to savor the sensation, Janine rediscovered how to talk. "FUCK ME," she commanded, eyes wide and wild. "FUCK ME, BRIAN." Brian began pounding his sister as hard and as fast as his mother had. "Fuck me," Janine breathed over and over, as Brian did as he was told. Having come several times himself, he was enjoying the hot wetness but was in a perfect position to deliver as much cock as his sister wanted. The partner came first, he remembered. Especially if you loved her. She was meeting his thrusts harder than he was making them, so against his better judgment he fucked her harder and faster still. Janine had that expression on her face again, though this time her mouth noiselessly formed the word "Brian" over and over. Brian could hear the slapping of their skin together as they fucked. It was almost starting to sound like someone clapping politely. Finally Janine began to grunt and whine raggedly. She gripped her brother's back, her nails digging in and hurting him, but he would do nothing to break her spell. He kept fucking, fucking her, and she finally screamed, tears bursting from her eyes as she came harder than she ever thought possible. She LOOKED like she was coming harder than JACKIE ever thought possible. It went on and on. Finally Janine's screams became guttural whines, like a baying farm animal. Brian correctly took it as a cue he could ease up, and he did. With the slower motion bathing his dick in a more hospitable sensation, he began to spasm in orgasm himself. Since his sister wasn't on the pill yet, he quickly withdrew and, with his helping hand and what felt like an oil bottle's worth of pussy lube on his dick, shot his spunk onto her belly. Some of it slid off, Janine was so slick with sweat. Jackie tongued her son's sperm off her daughter's belly. Just to be able to say she'd done it. Her mother's tongue tickled, but Janine was too exhausted to protest. She just jerked slightly at its touch. Jackie finished cleaning her up with a slurp and a kiss on her bellybutton. Janine opened her eyes and looked at Brian. "I'm starting on the pill TOMORROW," she said. He laughed. She wasn't kidding. The only thing missing from all this was that she wanted her brother's come to fill up her cunt as desperately as she had wanted it filling up her mouth. Though she admitted her mother cleaning her off with her tongue was a good consolation prize. Mom Helps Me Find True Love Brian regarded Jackie. "We've both come, Mom. I don't know if you noticed." He laughed again, so did Jackie. "Do you want another turn?" Jackie smiled warmly and kissed him, with a mother's love and a trusted sexual partner's intimacy. Brian had thought before today he would never feel anything else so warm and fulfilling. "I think we could probably all use a break, dear. Maybe even a nap. I am twice your age, remember. "You two spend some more time together. I'm making another cup of tea. I think considering the occasion I'll order out instead of cook tonight, if you don't mind." She smiled again and left the room. Downstairs, she ran a warm bath while her tea water heated up. She thought of her family's history of sex together and wondered if two participants had ever really fallen in love, beyond their family relationship. She suspected her children were the first. She smiled contentedly. Upstairs, Brian sank down beside his sister on the bed. Their foreheads and noses touched, and they looked into each other's eyes. "I love you, Brian," Janine said, grasping his hand. "I think I'd feel that way even without this whole... family thing. But I don't know. I guess it doesn't matter." "No, it doesn't," he agreed, kissing the bridge of her nose. "We have the family thing. We have Mom. And we have each other." They drifted off to sleep together, naked, holding hands. Mom Helps Me Get Over Dad I was 19 and off to college, if you call dorming half an hour away off to college, when my dad left my mom. I was devastated, for all the reasons you would expect me to be, plus another. Since my 18th birthday I had resolved to seduce my dad. I don't know what made me decide I wanted him to fuck me, but it became a quest. Sort of. Since I am a complete wuss, it wasn't anything I ever had the courage to pursue with a lot of determination. If it had been, I probably could have made it happen. I'm on the smaller side, 5'5", 115 pounds, but I have nice, round tits, a very nice ass and my mom's pretty green eyes, round cheeks and full, pouty lips. And as we now know, dad wasn't exactly your most faithful, upstanding gentleman. What did I do? Let's see. When we were alone I would hit him up for sex advice, asking him what guys liked, whether I was pretty and sexy enough, that kind of thing. He was such a trooper that he answered as best he could, blushing, without either getting mad or running off screaming. A couple times I grabbed his ass in a semi-friendly way to congratulate him for something. Likewise he brushed that off. Once I hugged him tight and grabbed his arms and put them around me, hands down near my rear end. I v-e-r-y slightly ground my pussy into his leg (he's taller than I am), but nothing came of that either. The coup de grace came one night when I came home -- home home, not to the dorm -- drunk from a party. Mom was in bed and dad was up watching a late movie. I went over to him and straddled him across his lap in his easy chair, tousling his hair, playing the drunk card as much as I could so I could have a good excuse if things went wrong. Well, things went neither wrong nor right, because he just firmly insisted I get out of his way so he could watch his movie. I hugged him and even kissed his neck, but nothing. Losing my nerve, I got up and made a show of staggering around a little before rushing off to my room. I stayed in my room very late the next day and avoided all talk by exaggerating my hangover, but dad never mentioned it even later. It's like it never happened. I know, this all sounds lame, especially for a year plus of work, but that's what I'm saying. I never really went for it, and so when he ran off, I was very upset. I had even taken advantage of college life to start to practice giving blow jobs, which I didn't like but which I wanted to be able to do to my dad. Since I wanted him to fuck me in the ass, too, I practiced that -- on my own, with a dildo I bought just for that purpose. My roommate once barged in on me while I was on my knees on the bed, impaling myself up and down on the thing while finger fucking myself. (There's no doorknob signal for "I'm fucking myself up the ass with a toy.") Fortunately, she was so bombed I don't think she noticed. I even bought a strap-on. I have a friend from school, Kayla -- not my roommate -- who I think would like to sleep with me. I've given it some thought but haven't done anything about it yet. But the idea was to have the strap-on handy for her to use on me. I wanted my dad's cock to be the first real one up there, but when I finally had that opportunity I didn't want to be an ass virgin. Kayla and I never materialized, which is ok because -- this is embarrassing -- I lost the strap-on. I took it to a party for no good reason I could think of -- high hopes, maybe -- and while I'm almost sure I came home with it, it was shortly after that that I couldn't find it. It wasn't in my handbag a few days later when I thought it would be. I just hope whoever took it at the party was drunk or high enough not to remember who they stole it from. But anyway, my dad. He and chickie-poo left the state altogether and he seemed scared to show his face again. I don't blame him, considering my mom can be delightful and funny and kind, but when she gets mad, watch out. I think I was just as upset to hear he probably wasn't coming back as I was to hear he'd left and wanted a divorce. After all, there was a bright side to the divorce. It might actually make it easier to bed him. If nothing else there was less a chance that mom would walk in on us or anything. It was while I was feeling mopey about my seemingly lost opportunity to fuck my father that I realized that my mom was feeling morose, too. (And she probably had a good, legitimate reason not involving incest.) I was home for a weekend and mom was fixing something on the stove for us. Something drew my attention to her and I noticed she was sobbing, her back to me and toward the stove. "Mom?" I called, kind of stupidly. "Are you ok?" She was, mostly, just as she explained kind of having a hard time adjusting to dad being gone. We talked about it for really the first time then. They had been having problems for a number of years, but had a sort of understanding that nothing would happen till I was out of the house. "Please, Laura, don't think for a second this was somehow your fault," my mom was quick to explain. That seemed strange to me, and sometimes my internal edit function goes on the fritz. So I asked her what she meant. If they decided not to leave one another till I was away at college, why would I think it was my fault they split up? If anything, it would be my fault they stayed together longer than they should have. She started sobbing again, and I felt awful for not just listening and being a good daughter. I got up and hugged her. "It's not your fault at all," my mom said, her voice shaking. "It's mine." "No!" I said firmly, kneeling next to her chair in the kitchen. "No, mom, he ran off with some slut. I don't care what you think you did, or even what you did. You're still here, he's not. It's not your fault." She smiled at me and sniffed. I got the distinct impression she thought I was naive. I hugged her again, and she hugged me back. Then she explained what had gone on. Throughout, I think my jaw dropped closer and closer to the floor. "Laura, I wanted your father to sleep with you, and he refused. Don't look that way, it was painfully obvious to both of us you were trying to seduce him. I saw you hug him and basically hump his leg once. That time you came home drunk and threw yourself at him, I saw that, too. You made enough noise coming home to wake me. There were other signs. "What made that awkward -- well, beyond the obvious -- was that in our sexplay he had sometimes pretended I was you. So I knew he wanted to do it. But presented with the opportunity -- with my blessing! -- he wouldn't do it. I think it got to the point he just couldn't live under what he thought were my expectations anymore. "You're wondering why I wanted him to do it. It's because we were in trouble, our marriage was failing, and I knew he wanted it. I'll never know for sure but I think he figured that if I 'gave' him this, let him do what he wanted, with my approval, he wouldn't have the nerve to ever leave. And he wanted to leave, that I know, too. We just didn't work anymore. "Near the end the issue came to a head. I told him if he didn't hurry up and sleep with you already I would. I told him I'd fuck you myself, and pretend to be him, and that he'd never be able to live up to that and would lose his chance. You'd never want the 'real thing' after me, I'd be so good." She snorted. "It was a terrible thing to threaten, not the least because it's you we were talking about, but that's how far gone we were. It wasn't long after that that he left. "So, you see, it's my fault. And it's been killing me ever since, and I needed to get it off my chest. I'm so, so sorry." My brain was moving more slowly through all that than the speed at which it had come out. By the time it got to the part where my mom had told dad she'd fuck me herself, I nearly fainted. "I know this is a lot to take in, and if I were a good mother, I probably would have just kept it to myself. But Laura, your father doesn't deserve to be thought of as someone who just picked up and ran off with someone and left little old me here by myself, blameless. I drove him off, and I used you to do it. I'm the one you should hate, not him." That snapped my out of it, a little. "Mom," I croaked, "I don't hate you..." She started sobbing again, and she got up from the chair and ran into the living room. I was frozen, wide-eyed, for a little while longer, then I went into the living room after her. She was on the couch with her head buried in her hands, elbows on her lap. I didn't know what to do or say, because I didn't really know what I was feeling. I sat next to her. "Mom... this is a lot... out of left field. I don't know what to make of any of this. But I don't hate you." She smiled up at me, I think she'd run out of tears. "It's more than I deserve." I hugged her again. Remember that edit function problem of mine? While we were hugging, I actually asked, out loud, a question that had been bugging me. "You said you were going to... pretend to be him? I don't understand." I felt mom stiffen a little, then slump again slightly. "It was just a stupid threat, a terrible thing to say. But... my God, I don't know how to say this -- but it's about par for the course today I suppose -- I think he knew what I meant." "What?" "Well, honey... I took your strap-on out of your handbag. I stole it! And your father knew it. He knew that's what I was talking about." At this point, if the world still made a little sense, it was starting to go completely insane. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been going through your things. And once I found that I should have kept it there. But your father and I were in the middle of our long fight about you and I wanted something to use as... leverage. "I showed it to him and told him where I'd gotten it. At that point I still think he though you were his sweet, virgin daughter. I was trying to make him realize that you were really a sexual being yourself. And it made my threat to fuck you myself that much more credible. I was able to add the part about pretending to be him." While she was talking we'd begun to rock back and forth together. Blood was rushing to my head, and I again thought I was going to faint. I had to start with the fact that my dad -- and my mom! -- actually knew I'd wanted to fuck him. And after I got that revelation through my head there were... a bunch of others to deal with. It was a lot to process. "The worst part," Mom continued softly, "is that I would have followed through on my threat. That's how far gone your father and I were. I would have treated you like a.. sexual pawn in your father's and my relationship. What kind of woman does that? Even thinks that way?" She would? I thought. This was getting to be too much. I decided my mom had had enough self-inflicted damage. We disentangled from our hug. "Mom, this is all a lot to take in, and I can't guarantee I won't feel sad or angry about it later. But I did want to sleep with Daddy. That's what started this all, right? And like I said, I don't care what you've done, you're here and he's not. "Quit beating yourself up. He's plenty to blame. And so am I." My mom looked like she was ready to cry again, and her lip trembled. She hurriedly drew me to her and kissed me. On the lips. "Thank you," she whispered. "After all you've heard, you still want me to be ok. You're unbelievable. I love you so much." "I love you too, Mom," I said, almost dreamlike, and then I leaned in and kissed her. On the lips. I think a switch was thrown right about then. My mother had threatened to fuck me if my dad didn't, and had fully intended to follow through. The most interesting part, to me, was that she had planned to pretend she was him. I had too much to deal with to be angry, frightened, or even disturbed. As a defense mechanism, I got curious instead. And horny. I got up and eased myself over my mom, straddling her like I had my dad that time. I ran my fingers through her short, amber hair. She was as wide-eyed as I'd been the last few minutes, but stared in rapt attention. I leaned in and hugged her. Like I had my dad, I nuzzled and kissed her neck. Her breath caught. I moved to the front of her neck and kissed there. The other side of her neck. Moving my mouth up to her ear, I whispered, "Daddy... don't you want me? What do I have to do?" My mom began to tremble. She eased her hands around my ass cheeks in her lap. I wasn't looking at her, not yet. She drew my crotch toward hers. She turned and whispered to me, "Laura, baby, I don't know. Daddy's not sure. Aren't you Daddy's girl?" I caressed -- clawed, more like -- her back and drew my head back. I moved my face so we were nose to nose. "I am Daddy's girl. So you can have me any way you want, Daddy." We were both panting. Suddenly, mom's hands were on my boobs. Now my breath caught. She caressed them, massaged them through my t-shirt. I put my arms up in the air. "You can take my shirt off, Daddy." She did. My tits positively strained through my bra. In my impatience, I undid it myself, and they sprang free. Mom's hands returned with a vengeance, and I moaned in appreciation. "Oh, Daddy.... Daddy, kiss them. Kiss my boobies, Daddy." She didn't really kiss them, more engulfed them hungrily. One, then the other, as I tousled her hair and groaned. I clutched at her blouse, and she backed off and helped me remove it. I caressed her bare hips and back as she continued to suckle my tits. "Daddy... let's go to your bed." Mom almost sprung up, and cradling me in her arms she moved toward the master bedroom. I wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her deeply, our tongues fencing. As we entered the bedroom my mom pulled her face away and said, "Laura, honey, are you sure you want Daddy to do this? Daddies and their little girls aren't supposed to." She affected a pouty frown. My pussy was drizzling. "Daddy... throw me down on the bed." She did, tossing, really, and I bounced down on my parents' queen size bed. Mom undid the button on my jeans, then the zipper, and together we took my pants off. "Laura, baby... you're so wet for Daddy." "Kiss me there and see how wet, Daddy." We yanked my panties off together. Before discarding them Mom put them to her nose and breathed in deeply. My head spun. Then she forced my legs apart enough for her to get in there, and she was down on me. I cried out, the friction of my mom's hot mouth scraping me toward the world's biggest orgasm. She licked and sucked like she'd been doing it all her life. "Mmm- Mmf-- Daddy..." I managed to croak. Then, as she fingered my clit and violated my pussy with her tongue over and over, I came in torrents. I saw flashes of light, it was so intense. I had the distinct impression I'd been very loud. Mom crawled her way up to me, smirking. I must have gotten the question I never would have had the energy to actually ask out by the look on my face, so she said, "you called me 'Mom' while you were coming so hard. That's fine with me, but I thought you should know." "Mom!" I gasped, and drew her face to mine. We kissed passionately, and I tasted my copious pussy juices on her face and tongue. It was intoxicating. "Oh, Mom..." I growled. "What did you DO to me?" She beamed and kissed me some more. Then she looked at me with pouty frown again. "If I'm not playing Daddy anymore, how am I going to fuck you properly?" I don't know what came over me, but I didn't hesitate. "Let me fuck you." Mom raised an eyebrow. "Please! Oh God, Mom." She hurried to her closet and dug out my strap-on. I took it from her with trembling hands as she took her pants and panties off. "Bra, too," I said. She smiled. Still trembling, with the strap-on on right, I hoped, I laid Mom back on the bed. Her head was at the foot, but that hardly mattered at this point. I positioned myself over her and eased the dildo into her sopping cunt. She growled with pleasure, and began to pant in rhythm with my strokes as I fucked her. She yanked and pulled her nipples and I tongued her ear. Then her hands were on my ass, kneading it, pulling the cheeks apart each time I withdrew from her pussy. I knew what she was going to do and I was getting delirious. Finally she eased a finger into my asshole, and I nearly came again. "Do you like that, Daddy?" she asked. I should have been surprised, but I wasn't. "Yesss, baby," I replied. "Daddy likes that. Oh, my little girl is so tight, she's taking my cock so gooood." Mom started to frig my sphincter as I fucked and baby-talked her. Now our naked bodies were mashed together, tit on tit, and I wanted us to melt together. We cooed to each other until she stiffened at the approach of her own overwhelming orgasm. "Oh, Daddy," she stammered. "You're going to make me come. Come with me, Daddy, please fill me with your come." She redoubled her work on my ass and I built up to my own orgasm. Drawing my breath in sharp pants I clamped my mouth over Mom's. We came together as we kissed, our mouths muffling our cries. We kissed and caressed more as we came down from our high. I was overwhelmed with love and pleasure -- I had wanted to fuck my father, but it's my mother who loved -- and fucked -- me best. By then dinner on the stove was stuck to the bottom of the pot, so we scrounged for leftovers and had some wine -- naked all the while. I was glowing from our sex and role play, and so was Mom. But I wanted us to be together as mother and daughter, too. [To be continued, if feedback warrants.] "Mom" Helps Me Live My Fantasy "Ohhh... oh BABY, oh SWEETIE... YEESSSSSS... Oh, eat Mommy, eat Mommy's cunt..." She grabbed my hair and ground my face hard into her salt-and-pepper bush, this magnificent woman, 25 years older than me at 25, her pussy slick and hot with juices now coating my face. I fucked her with my erect tongue, brushing her clit and making her spasm under me. She answered with staccato gasps timed to each stroke. I cupped my hands under her 50-year-old ass and ground my face into her like I wanted in, and she urged me on, now with coos and babytalk, now with the foulest commands. I rubbed her clit with my spread tongue like it was sandpaper, and slurped her lubrication out of her. I was possessed. The thought of eating out my own mother made me feral. She finally let herself go -- my God, she rode her come wave better than any woman I'd ever fucked -- and her orgasm came crashing down on both of us. She yelped and "oh"ed and kept spurring me on. "OH. OH. MOMMY'S COMING, BABY..." As I finally removed my face I saw her yanking on her nipples, and she began to stomp her feet. She sprang up, still coming, and shoved me down on my back. I was surprised and delighted, but I must have momentarily looked horrified. Her eyes became slits and she said, "what did you DO to Mommy?" She flopped on top of me and tried to swallow my mouth; we began to grind our crotches together. She'd just come, and I was probably as wet as she was. We were humping one another and making out hungrily. "I taste... Mommy's pussy... on your face... baby," she said as our tongues slurped and our lips sucked. I sighed, and shuddered. She moved down to my breast and engulfed it, it seemed like all of it, her tongue raking my nipple and sending electric shocks through me. Her hand had found my pussy and was whipping my clit. My hand found my other tit. She slid downward, tonguing my belly, then spread my legs (wider) forcibly, and got busy. I almost fainted on the spot. I was consumed, simply possessed by the idea of my own mother eating me out. Her grey-flecked hair shook and I entwined my fingers in it, kneading, sighing, "oh, MOM..." After I'd come, harder than I ever have, I was sure of it, I felt like I was made of lead. But I rose with effort into a sitting position, and she sprung up too and stroked my face. So lovingly. I beamed and smiled. "You're something else," she said. "That was amazing," I said dumbly. I mean, it was, but I think several dozen points of my IQ had just been fucked out of me. Now my goddess padded into the bathroom to clean up. "Your name is Rachel, right?" she asked over the running faucet. I said yes. That deflated me a little, but only a little. I'd very uncharacteristically answered an ad on Craigslist from someone -- this awesome, hellacious, 50 year old bundle of sex, as it turned out -- offering to play Mommy to a young woman. I'd been conscious of every possible way our meeting could be unsafe -- we'd met in public two days ago, we met in public again today at Starbucks and had driven here together in my car -- and once I could finally relax and play I'd been treated to the most amazing roleplay ever. Her not being quite sure of my name was a little jarring. "Is your last name Banks?" My brow furrowed and I frowned. There must be something with my name on it showing somewhere in my apartment. "That's right." She said "huh!" in that way people do when they think something is kind of amusing. I went into the bathroom with her as she cleaned up, and said "why?" She turned to me with a devilish smirk and said, "I know your mother, Wendy." My eyes got wide as saucers. My roleplay mom explained that she'd known Wendy, my full time mom, for 20 years, I guess since we moved to the area. I wondered aloud why I'd never met her before, and she grinned wickedly, reminding me that we had, but it was when I was a little girl. She'd babysat for me, of all people, a few times when mom had doctor's appointments or other errands. I didn't remember her, even with that to prompt me. When I was eight we moved into a bigger house a few miles away and she and my mom had kept in touch. I didn't really know what to make of any of this -- was it sexy or disturbing that I'd just had wild monkey sex with my old babysitter? -- but I didn't really have time to dwell on it. My roleplay mom was getting dressed when she said, "have you ever tried to have sex with your mom? I mean, for real?" I know I probably turned beet red, and I was thinking that just 10 minutes ago I'd been in the throes of an orgasm the likes of which I'd never felt, and now she was going to ruin it all by getting all real life on me. Strange thought, yes, but if you've handled this same situation differently, I'd love to hear how. She could see she'd upset me, and she knelt beside me (I was sitting on the -- closed -- toilet seat). She stroked my face again, and despite myself I looked longingly at her now bra-clad boobs. "Rachel, baby, it's nothing to be embarrassed about," she assured me. She smiled, and kept dressing. "Let's just say that the ad you responded to wasn't the first I'd placed. I've... done this before," she said coyly. "You would be AMAZED at how many women your age, younger, and even five, 10-some years older, have the kind of fantasies you do." I thought about that with a grumpy look on my face. "That's why I LOVE doing this," she explained, trying to tame her JBF hair in the bathroom mirror. "I'm 50 years old. Everything you've heard about how hard it is for older women to get lucky is true." She flashed a wicked smile. "But tell women half your age you're willing to play Mommy..." "So do you have any kids?" I asked. I was still stinging a little from the question about whether I'd ever had sex with my mom. Let's see her walk the walk. She looked like she would burst. "I do have a daughter," she said, measuredly, though she was grinning ear to ear now. "She's older than you by about five years. When I'd watch you her dad was still around, so she'd stay with him. I don't think you've ever met her." I shook my head. Of course, I didn't remember meeting Tanya -- that was her name, my roleplay mom -- either. She tilted her head toward the bathroom door, and we walked out and through my apartment, toward the door. "Ever do anything with her?" I asked. She whirled around and looked me in the eye. "As a matter of fact," she said, smirking. "Yvonne was married for a few months," she explained, "and after it ended she decided she liked women. It was a little more involved than that, of course. To this day I don't know if her marriage ended because she decided she was gay or if she decided she was gay because her marriage didn't work out." She grabbed my hands and we sat down together on my couch. "I don't know how long Craigslist has been around, but neither of us had certainly heard of it back then. And because my Yvonne was shy and couldn't make herself to go socialize with strangers, she was having a terrible time. We had frank talks about it, and finally, I offered to help her explore her new feelings in a safe way." I think by then my mouth was open and I was breathing through it, but she was such a doll, she didn't say anything. "It started out sort of... clinical. This is how you should caress a woman. This is how you should kiss. This is what you should and shouldn't do to her breasts." Now I'm sure I was flushed and panting. "After a few hours, though, we realized we weren't having a dry how-to talk anymore." She winked at me. Ok, let me try to explain this to you. Having sex with Tanya was unbelievably hot, because I was imagining the whole time she was my mother. I had never quite gotten around to imagining that SHE was having sex with her DAUGHTER. Like I said, hard to explain. But anyway, now I was imagining that, and I was shifting uncomfortably a little on the couch. "Do you still..." I'm not sure I could have finished the thought using the English language, so I was grateful she replied right away. "Yvonne lives out of state," she explained. "We do... VISIT one another." Another wink. Then she brightened. "She's coming to see me weekend after next, in fact." Well, if possible I was leaving a scalding hot lovemaking session with this gorgeous creature even hornier than when I started, but it was time for me to get back to work. At the door we kissed tenderly, and promised to see one another again. Cupping my face in her hands, she eyed me reassuringly. "I would never counsel someone to commit an infidelity, or do anything that would damage a family," she insisted. "But your dad's not around anymore and... I think you might be surprised... I think if you knew what turns your mother on, you might--" she stopped, obviously unsure of how or whether to say what she started to say. My eyes were like saucers again, so she retreated. "You mother is a wonderful woman. She's very lucky to have a daughter like you." She gave my hand a quick kiss, smiled and was gone. * * * Tanya had given me a lot to think about. For a week I masturbated morning, night and sometimes noon thinking about her thrashing beneath me and urging me to make Mommy come. Or eating me out. Or... eating out her daughter, Yvonne. I pictured... me, I guess, only a little older. I imagined a sad, beautiful, bicurious woman with major inhibitions and no experience -- in other words, she LOOKED like me, and that was about it -- screwing her face up into a pained expression, clutching the sheets, consumed by how wrong it was to have her mother lapping at her cunt, but growling with newfound, forbidden lust. And the bit about my mom. Hm. I saw my mom once during that week, the following Wednesday, fortunately briefly, and fortunately when I was preoccupied with thoughts other than my roleplay mom. When she told me excitedly she had a date on Saturday, I brightly told her that was great and made her promise to have a good time. I had done it: I had faced my mom without thinking about actually having sex with her. Despite Tanya's suggestion as she left my apartment, I was nowhere NEAR having the courage to, to use an unfortunate phrase, feel her out. The end of Friday's workday was approaching when I heard from Tanya. Her plans for Saturday had changed and she wondered if she and I might spend some time together that evening. I was torn, just a little. Inviting a stranger for an hour's roleplay in the afternoon -- the thought still made me wet. I knew Tanya was incredibly skilled in bed, but with that "forbidden" aspect missing, would it be the same? I said just a little, and I meant it; of course I agreed, since I didn't have any plans myself. We didn't have to meet in public this time, so I pulled up outside her apartment building around 9, as we had worked out. Before I could ring Tanya's apartment to have her open the door for me I heard her voice on the intercom, in sort of a harsh whisper: "come on up!" And she buzzed me in, and I made my way to her fourth floor apartment. How sweet, she'd been looking out the window, waiting for me. The door was slightly ajar as I approached, and before I could knock she slipped out and whispered "hi," giving me a peck on the lips. I must have given her a look that said "this is all very strange; let's go make out," because she grinned, embraced me properly, caressing my back and then ass, tongue-kissed me till my knees were weak, and said "come on in. But let's be quiet." "Do you have a roommate?" I didn't whisper, though I was trying to work out to myself what we needed to be quiet about. She gestured for me to take my shoes off so I did, and we padded together down the hall. Now I could hear moaning. Very distinctly. Turning her head to me, she raised her eyebrow conspiratorially and dropped to her knees and arms. I did the same, still puzzled. She went flush to the floor and peeked in the slightly open bedroom door, I looked over her, and... I'm sure by now you've guessed what I saw, but believe me, it wasn't obvious. Two women were naked on the bed, facing one another, hands at each other's pussies, kissing hungrily and moaning and cooing together. The older one, with her back to me, drew the younger one's hand up from her slit to her mouth and sucked her fingers with a guttural moan. The younger woman's eyes narrowed and she sucked in breath -- and saw us, and I swear, she smirked. I was shocked, and I hadn't even recognized my mom yet. The younger woman withdrew her hand and began caressing the older woman's back and shoulders and the older woman kissed and licked her neck. This was weird, but an incredible turn-on. I felt safe; if the younger woman knew we were here watching, I figured we weren't invading anybody's privacy. The younger woman maneuvered the older one on top of her, still caressing, and they ground their mounds together, panting in each other's faces and whispering. The younger woman kneaded the older's ass and the older woman, eyes shut and mouth agape, turned her head towards us and cried out softly... and THAT was when I recognized my mom, and if Tanya hadn't gripped me just then, I might have bolted up and gasped. The younger woman wriggled beneath my mother and guided her toward the headboard of the bed, sliding her face toward my mom's pussy. My mom gripped the headboard and rode her face as she lapped, the younger woman clutching my mom's ass like it would get away if she didn't. "OH--" my mom cried. "Oh... RACHEL, baby..." My heart was in my throat. I was stunned. I briefly thought I should foreclose any other possibilities and ask Tanya whether the younger woman, who by now I realized must be Yvonne, was named Rachel too, but from the wicked look on Tanya's face, that obviously wasn't it. My mom was roleplaying having sex with her daughter. Me. I came. Just a small one. I shuddered a little and flushed. My mother rode Yvonne's face to a torrential orgasm, shouting my name and calling her babydoll. I was writhing next to poor Tanya, poised like a caged animal to spring once the door opened. She laid a hand on my shoulder and tried to pull me away. I looked at her like she was trying to take the last morsel of food from a starving woman, but I relented and padded with her down the hall again, all the while looking back and hearing my mother cry my name in the throes of orgasm. Now she took both my shoulders and looked me square in the face. "I don't want you to be angry with me," she said quietly, but earnestly. I blinked. Did she think I was upset about something? "Your mother and I have been together a number of times. Your mother and Yvonne, not as much. But yes, they've been together before, and my understanding is that at least part of what they do together every time involves this kind of roleplay." "This kind...?" I asked. "With Yvonne pretending to be you," Tanya said, and I shuddered. I heard panting and the creaking of bedsprings from the other room that suggested there was a break in the action. Tanya heard it too, and said hurriedly, "when I found out last week how YOU felt, I had to arrange for you and her to be together. I'm so sorry if you think I'm manipulative. I just want to make you, and especially your mother, happy." She looked so concerned I was going to flip out, that I smiled reassuringly and kissed her. I didn't linger long; I had places to be. * * * As my mother, her face all urgency, positioned herself over me on the bed and took what I thought was way too long to mash her naked body into mine, my mind reeled with everything that had happened. Lacking any etiquette books for something like this, Tanya had improvised, going into her guest bedroom alone to talk to Yvonne and my mom. Yvonne of course was in on what was going on. My mom sounded delighted and nervous to see Tanya. There was conversation I couldn't make out, awkward silences I knew were filled by my mom, blushing furiously, trying to come to grips with what Tanya and Yvonne were telling her. After a few minutes, Tanya called me in. My heart nearly pounding its way out of my chest, I entered the bedroom. My mother did look nervous and like she felt conspicuous, her arms folded over her breasts and her pussy covered by a bedsheet. But oh. Oh. I drank her in, my naked, beautiful mother, the woman I loved better than any other. She swallowed hard, probably seeing the look of wanton lust on my face. It was Tanya who walked over to me and began to undress me, smoothing my hair and speaking reassuringly. I was completely compliant, letting her remove everything till I was standing naked in front of my mother. The room smelled deliciously of sex; my mother's sex. My heart continued to pound. "Oh -- by the way, I'm Yvonne," Yvonne said, breaking the spell briefly. For an instant I was furious, but then my mom and I both laughed, and I was grateful for the break in the tension. Yvonne wasn't me but older -- she had longer, darker hair, a rounder face... but you know, with the lights off, I bet my mother could have imagined it was me. I shuddered at the thought. Then my mother rose, showing herself to me naked for the first time, her pubic hair salt and peppery, too, her succulent breasts with nipples stiff with anticipation, and a look of wonder and love cut just a little bit with fear on her face. I responded by smiling and putting her at ease as we touched one another. She was breathing fast; I reached up and stroked her cheek, moved my face in to hers, and we kissed, my mother and I, slowly, lust simmering. Our lips engulfed one another's, our tongues played, and I melted. I don't remember positioning myself on my back on the bed; just moments before I had the thought that maybe we should ask Yvonne and Tanya if they would please excuse us. But as my disconnected thoughts faded beneath the static hum of lust I was on my back, and my mother, naked, sweaty, smelling of sex and primal desire, was over me, descending toward me. I pulled her down and we devoured one another again, now writhing our naked bodies together, and I felt a love and completeness I never had. My hands tried to touch her everywhere, everywhere at once, but my right hand liked the back of her head the best. It kneaded at her hair as we kissed, and the other clutched her ass cheek, and she ground into me, ground, ground, and my orgasm mounted. "Rachel," she whispered, almost wistfully. "Mom," I replied, breathless. "Oooohhh, MOM...." I heard Tanya getting undressed, and was briefly unsure of how I felt about that, but gave in quickly, grinding myself up at my mother, who whispered her love and lust for me, her babydoll, and I vocalized my lust for my own mother, Mommy, Mom.... Yvonne sat on the bed next to us, feet on the floor, and I saw Tanya approach her daughter's crotch and though I couldn't see then, I knew she was lapping at her own daughter's pussy. Yvonne's head flew back and she cried out. My mother and I disengaged, shared a look of urgency, and then she was sliding down me, toward my sopping cunt, and the tidal wave of orgasm started to build, just with her moving down my body toward my pussy. When I felt my mother's mouth over my labia I cried out in a way that startled Yvonne and probably Tanya, then Yvonne smiled at me and then her eyes rolled back in her head and mine rolled back in mine at the same time and my mother's tongue was sliding up and down over my clit and I came and came and came and I never came down. Except I did, of course, panting, bathed in sweat, and my mother crawled back up toward me and I pulled her and we kissed again, my come making her taste like a debased whore, my mother-whore, I wanted to ravage her, consume her, eat her up. I said so, and she looked startled, then she growled, almost a challenge. Now Tanya was on the bed too and she and Yvonne were tangled in their own mother-daughter embrace, and I managed to roll us over and shove my mother onto her back beneath me. "Rachel," she whimpered. "Oh, darling Rachel..." I licked her breast, I thought I could lick and suck and suckle her breast forever, but I couldn't, because I was petting my mother's wet, wet pussy and I needed to be down there. "Mom" Helps Me Live My Fantasy Yvonne and I moved almost as mirror images down our mothers, and they both shuddered and writhed, and I saw her flawless face and saw my desire reflected perfectly on hers and I broke briefly from my mission to kiss her. I tasted like my pussy lube and she tasted like hers, and we growled as we kissed, then we parted and our faces each found our mother's pussies and we lapped, we sucked, we slurped and we loved. I managed to look up and I saw my mother kissing Tanya and I almost came again. Then my mother's hands were on the back of my head urging me deeper, deeper and she started to come and I felt such love. I rubbed all of my face in her pussy juices and lavished love on her and she came for me, crying out my name and not playing this time. I was spent, briefly, and drew myself up to my mom's face and we saw Tanya, her own orgasm close, close, and she was riding it so well like she'd done with me. She was urging her daughter on, and Yvonne was so skillfully, so lovingly eating her mother out. My mother and I kissed and little whine/groans came out of both our noses and then we broke and watched as Tanya came. My mother and Tanya decided to love one another for a while, and I watched in rapt attention as they kissed and cooed and touched each other skillfully, knowingly. Two participants in my basest mother-fantasies together; I could barely stand it. Finally I turned my attention to Yvonne, who'd been waiting patiently for me, and she and I made love, too. I made Yvonne come and she said she loved me and I loved her, too. So much of the next couple hours is a blur. Tanya had a strap on and Yvonne fucked her with it; my mom and I watched and played with one another and kissed and I whispered in her ear that I wanted to fuck her like that and she came! Just from me saying that. Then I did, I fucked her with long, slow strokes, and our lips and tits were mashed together and we fucked like that for what seemed like a long time. Then Tanya fucked her daughter in the ass while Yvonne ate out my mother, and I had a small orgasm just looking at that. No one fucked me but I didn't mind. At one point my mother and I were in a languid 69, licking each other's slick cunts, and Tanya and her daughter were entwined and kissing and I sighed, so happy. At another point I was urgently eating Tanya out to a generous-sized orgasm while my mother slid her finger in and out of my ass. When Tanya came I whirled around and violently embraced my mother and our mouths were devouring one another's and we would have fallen in a tangle off the bed but Yvonne steadied us as her mother spooned her from behind and nibbled on her ear. I don't know what Yvonne and Tanya did for the next 10 minutes but I know my mother and I each came hard in each other's arms, croaking our awful, terrible, beautiful incestuous lust for one another. It was late and time to leave Tanya and Yvonne and we thanked them, I thanked Tanya so much and told her I loved her and she seemed happy that I was happy. My mom had driven too but I drove her home and we left her car there and we made love some more and fell asleep together and got her car in the morning. Mom Helps Me Make Up with Sis Heather growled and stomped her foot under the kitchen table. There, on her laptop, she'd just been ditched from an AOL instant message chat. She'd seen it coming a mile away. The "girl" she'd been talking to (it was those rare times when you could be sure that you really had something) contributed almost nothing to the conversation other than "ooh... that's hot" and "what happened next?" She'd stuck with "her" so long because the spelling had been perfect, another rarity. Heather had told "her" about that time she and her sister had gotten into a wrestling fight in the finished basement of the house she grew up in and had ended up making out and feeling each other up. It was just as well that her online partner had fled, no doubt to jack off, because she'd made the whole thing up, and was running out of creative juice. There was no finished basement beneath her, in her mom's house where she was living again (temporarily), and she and her sister Valerie had never made out and felt each other up anywhere but in one of their bedrooms, or in a tent that time on the camping trip. It was always easier to start one of her stories with a cybersex partner with a "wrestling fight." In reality, Valerie, two years younger, had simply invited herself one night to explore various parts of Heather's body, while Heather, wide-eyed, hadn't figured out how to object before she decided she liked it. Not very sexy for AOL's Short Attention Span Theater, otherwise known as private chats between patrons of one of their chat rooms. Besides, as much as Heather secretly loved being seduced, she was wary about exposing that part of her to strangers online, and wanted to have a more aggressive role in her stories. She was sure her partners, especially the dirty middle aged men, didn't mind. She minded, just now, because she'd been ditched and was too tired and crabby to try and fish for another partner. "Good bye!" Mr. AOL said as she disconnected. A wine refill, she thought, and maybe some pay per view porn. Her mom and sister were out at an engagement party at some bar and weren't due back till after midnight. She could have gone herself but claimed a headache. She drew her now half empty wine bottle down from the counter and filled her glass again. Done with her Masters in library science and looking for a job in a college or university hopefully as far away from where she grew up as possible, she snorted at the idea of spending her Saturday night drinking wine alone and on AOL looking for a woman to masturbate with. In the kitchen of the house where she'd grown up. It was just a few weeks since she'd completed her degree in her last summer semester, and she wouldn't be living here long, but she felt like she'd backtracked. She shouldn't, though, she told herself. Val had never left, commuting to the school 15 minutes away. She would never have thought it, Val sticking around at home and not getting out as soon as she could. But maybe she was just projecting her own attitude on to her sister. She and Val hadn't talked much in the weeks since she'd been back home. For her part, Heather was passive-aggressively avoiding her sister until she saw fit to invite herself into her room some night to have sex. She'd be damned if after all these years she'd make the first move. So, they didn't talk much. Nor did Heather and her mom talk much. That had always been the case, though. Like moms tend to be, hers was concerned that Heather hadn't met a nice man and made plans to start a family. Her trying to get a job at an academic library far, far away didn't help matters. If she thought it would ease her mind rather than prompt a bunch of nosy questions, Heather would have told her mom that she had had thoughts about settling down with a... partner this last year, but it hadn't worked out. (Rachel had found religion and decided to marry some guy that had been after her all during school.) Heather undid her ponytail now that she wasn't trying to read a computer screen and shook her shoulder length amber hair loose. It had almost always been shorter than Val's, almost a butch cut, but now they could have been mistaken for one another. (Rachel had liked longer hair.) She'd decided against pay per view porn, not looking forward to explaining the charge to her mom when she got the bill. In the living room, she set her wine aside and crouched down to look over the books in the bookshelf to see what she might read to fall asleep, when quite suddenly, the front door opened. Something banged into the door and someone yelped, and someone else laughed... it was her mom and Val, back early. Heather looked over her shoulder and frowned at the noise and spectacle of their entrance. One of them, Heather couldn't tell which one yet, was backing in to the house, hunched over a little, almost like she was dragging something... what in the world? She heard a muffled cry as her mom nearly tripped over the doorstep... it didn't register immediately, then it did. Val's and her mom's faces were... together. Val backing in, mom facing forward... they were kiss-- No. Val yelped again. "Cold!" she squeaked. Her mom had her hands... under Val's shirt. Val was trying to shake her coat off, still backing up. The door shut behind her mom and Val stumbled forward, wrapping her arms around her for support. It was obvious that at least Val was drunk. Heather hoped her mom was, too. Or was this normal? She shrunk further into her crouch at the foot of the bookcase. She'd be seen if either of them looked her way, but she hoped to avoid that just now, her mind swimming. Val helped her mom get her coat off and they continued to make out sloppily, lots of "mmphs" and groans. Val yelped yet again as her mom jumped up and wrapped her legs around her daughter's waist as they continued to embrace. Laughing, Val carried her mother up the stairs toward the bedrooms, stumbling a couple times. Heather sat there dumbstruck for what seemed like many minutes. She couldn't decide what she felt. At first, she was reflexively repulsed by the idea of such an incestuous pairing, but she quickly realized it wasn't as though that kind of thing was unheard of, at least for Val. Then she stewed with jealousy. So Val wouldn't fuck her while she was home because she was getting some in the next room? She wondered whether incestuous relationships were supposed to be monogamous, and she rolled her eyes at her academic question. Finally, she decided she'd better find a final destination for the night. She was mortified by the thought her mother or sister would suddenly realize they'd seen her in the living room and come down to talk to her. Whatever she did with this knowledge later, right this very second she didn't want anyone to confront her about it. She started toward the stairs, doubled back to drain the last of her wine, then tiptoed up to her bedroom. As she very quietly shut her door and kept still, she heard several things from the next room. She heard the creaking of bedsprings. She heard probably her mother call out "oh!", and probably her sister say "shhh!" and giggle. So, even drunk, they did realize she was in the house. How thoughtful. Heather lay down on her bed and wriggled out of her jeans, trying to ignore the activity next door and her own thoughts. She chuckled when she imagined going on AOL tomorrow: "Last night my mom and my sister came home from a party, drunk..." Something hit the other side of the wall, probably her mom's headboard, followed by more laughter and shushing. Heather seethed. She buried her head under her pillow and eventually, aided by half a bottle of Merlot, went to sleep. Later, she had no idea how much later, she awoke in the dark to the sound of her door creaking. She remembered the circumstances under which she'd retired for the night and kept very still, opening her eyes just enough to get a look at the door. Someone was tiptoeing through it, but while they were trying to be stealthy, they had that bull-in-a-china-shop way of trying to be quiet that drunk people have. As the figure eased closer, Heather saw it was her mom. Her mom felt in front of her with her hands, and ran into the foot of Heather's bed. She felt the bed now, and seemed puzzled. Oriented, her mom felt her way up toward Heather's head. Then she kneeled down. "Sweetie?" she whispered. Heather was almost sure the 's' had sounded like a slurred 'sh'. Her mom eased her face toward hers, and Heather smelled the alcohol on her breath. It wasn't unpleasant, just confirmation that she was very, very drunk. As if further confirmation were needed. "Sweetie?" she whispered again, more urgently. "Valerie?" Heather stopped breathing. Her mom thought she was in Val's room, and that she was Val. If she corrected her right now, she'd probably spare them both a lot of embarrassment. Instead, unaccountably, she kept still, pretending to be asleep. Her back was flat against the bed but her lower body was on its side, one leg atop the other. Heather noticed for the first time -- it was pitch black in her room with the door closed again -- that her mother was completely naked. She started breathing again, harder. Her mother was built like she and Val both were, on the taller side, a bit -- just a bit -- on the wider side, bigger hips and a fuller ass than average, and all around great curves. All the women in the family had nice tits, too, but she was surprised to see that her mom's hardly sagged with age. They could have been Val's, 23 years younger. And now she could smell the sex on her. She felt a pang of jealousy again. If Val had fucked her, she had been very, very well fucked. In her determination to wake her daughter, her mom slinked her arm underneath the covers. Then another. She brushed Heather's naked leg, gave it a very slight nudge. Heather kept still. The idea her mom would realize her mistake and have to explain herself didn't give Heather any pleasure, but she kept very still to see what her mom would do. She glanced at Heather's face, partially obscured by her pillow and in the total darkness of the room, and smirked. Then she carefully pulled the covers up enough to slide under them herself, face first. She wriggled down the length of her daughter's body, under the covers, now with one of her own legs on the bed. She eased Heather's leg, crossed over on top of the other, off to the side. Heather's heart was pounding. She'd fucked her sister how many times, and clearly her mother had no compunctions about sleeping with a female family member. And it would serve Val and her mother right if something happened here, she told herself. But nothing would if she didn't keep quiet. Her mother gently gripped the waistband of her panties and pulled, exposing her pussy under the covers. Now her mother's second leg came up on the bed to steady her. A knee hit Heather in the side of the head, but she wasn't about to say "ow." Heather's eyes rolled back in her head as her mother's face met her pussy lips. Her nose poked at it, then her tongue licked from top to bottom, forcing the breath from Heather. She still tried to keep quiet, but a sober lover would know she was awake by how wet she was getting. Her mother licked and slurped at her slickening cunt, sometimes a broad lick with the whole surface of her tongue, which made Heather dizzy, sometimes poking with the tip, which jolted electricity through her. Despite herself she began to writhe, and she had to grip the bottom sheet of the bed to keep from ravaging her mother's 43-year-old sexy body in response. Her mother found her clit and nubbed it with her lips, almost, but not quite, eliciting a guttural moan from her daughter. Tears leaked out of her tightly closed eyes, though. Her mother continued to lick and slurp her way up and down her daughter's pussy as Heather fought to keep as still and quiet as possible. Her predicament enhanced the feeling that her body was melting, completely submissive, beneath her mother. For the minutes her mother kept at her, she made it a game and a challenge to stay still. She faltered a little when her mom withdrew her face and stuck one, then two, fingers in her pussy, curling them upward to rake her clit. She groaned, and her mother seemed encouraged. Still working her fingers inside her daughter's cunt, she resumed her licking, now going beyond the pussy to her ass, which was slightly raised off the bed now, her legs spread as far as she could get them and not let on that she was awake. Her mother's tongue poked into her sphincter and her fingers worked her pussy. Finally, as her mother's tongue probed her ultrasensitive ass, Heather had the sensation of a waterfall cascading over her. Not moving or crying out was an incredible effort. Wave after wave of a powerful orgasm wracked her, and her effort not to give herself away only enhanced the sensations. As her powerful come subsided, her mother continued to flick her tongue into her asshole and was now stroking the outside of her pussy lips with her fingers. Now Heather was panting, and it was very difficult to keep that quiet. Her mother withdrew slowly from under the covers and nuzzled her way up her daughter's shoulders, licking her way up her neck and breathing into her ear, "I hope you liked that... I'm ready for some more myself." She planted a soft, sloppy kiss on Heather's ear. Then, to Heather's profound relief, she slinked off the bed and out the door, presumably back to her room to await her now white hot lover. Heather was finally free to let go of her pent up moaning, the tension leaking from her coiled spring body. She wondered what to do next. She was still reeling, and added to the afterglow of an enormous orgasm was the got-away-with-it euphoria of realizing her mother had come into her room, gone down on her and withdrawn without ever realizing it was her. Her happiness would be short lived, though, unless her mom passed out drunk again. When Val didn't come into her room to eat her out next she'd wonder what was going on, and maybe realize her mistake. Heather's mind was spinning, trying to figure out whether to go to her mother's room, or her sister's, or hide in her own and lock the door, when the as yet unlocked door opened again. Heather's heart leapt into her throat at the prospect of her mom realizing her mistake and coming back to talk about it, but she quickly realized it was Valerie. "Heather," she whispered. She wouldn't pretend to be asleep this time. She asked her sister what she wanted. "What just happened in here?" Heather sat up and glared in her sister's direction through the dark. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt, one their mother usually slept in, Heather realized. "What are you talking about?" she asked sweetly. "You know what I'm talking about, mom was just in here for 15 minutes or so." It seemed like longer, Heather thought. "I don't know, I was asleep the whole time," she said, trying to push her sister's buttons. It worked. "Baloney!" She shut the door behind her and turned on the light. Heather blinked as her eyes adjusted. "What were you two doing?" Heather was angry, and crinkled her face. "How DARE you," she hissed. "What don't you explain to me what YOU and mom are doing first?" Valerie simmered. "What do you care?" she challenged. "You went off to college and met that Rachel whatsherface. It's not my fault you're not getting any from her anymore." "What do I care? You're sleeping with my mother!" "I guess you are, too!" Val replied. "What are you doing, spying on her? She wanted you, thought this was your room. Why not just go do her? She MIGHT be up for some more," Heather said acidly. Val seemed to ignore this last dig. "Of course!" she said. She explained that she, Val, had, well, fallen asleep (passed out) on her mother's bedroom floor. When Valerie wasn't in bed with her when mom woke up, mom had gone out looking for her to bring her back to bed. Val had come to as their mom stumbled her way out the door, and saw her go into her sister's room. "You're sick," Heather said, not because Valerie was sick, but because she was furious with her for not considering her feelings as she casually told of passing out oversexed on their mom's bedroom floor. Val's face seemed to darken, even as she ignored the last dig, too. "What did you say to her when she realized this was your room?" "That's pillow talk, my dear," Heather said cattily. "Let's just say she probably realizes now which part of the family she should have been fucking all this time." Val strode forward and slapped at her sister, but missed as Heather ducked away. Heather pushed back, standing up from the bed as best as she could with her panties down. At first she was embarrassed, then thought how timely it was in the argument for her to emerge from her bed where their mother had just been with her pussy exposed, red and puffy. Val was infuriated. She shoved Heather back on her bed. "I don't get why you CARE," she growled. Heather spring up and shoved Val back. "I care because YOU haven't said a word to me or laid a hand on me since I've been back!" "I'm not your consolation prize after Rachel dumps you!" Val said, voice climbing. "Is that what this is all about?" Heather prodded. "You're JEALOUS? You got into my mother's pants because you're jealous?" Val tried to hit her again, and Heather slapped her fist away and caught her arm underneath her own, in the crook of her armpit. She wrenched, and Val cried out. Flailing with her free arm, Heather grabbed her sister's shirt near her tit, then the tit itself. Val yelped, kicking at Heather with her knee. Heather released her arm and grabbed the hair on the back of Val's head with her newly free hand. Her sister said "ow!" as Heather pulled her head back. Val slapped at the hand that was still grabbing her tit. They were having a wrestling fight, Heather thought. With a knee Heather shoved Val's legs apart and pushed at her so she toppled onto the bed. Val slapped her shoulder and grabbed Heather's own t-shirt, but Heather fell on top of her, her full weight pressing down on her little sister. Releasing her tit, Heather grabbed Val's thigh and tried to pin it down, too, so she would stop kicking. Heather's own panties were down around her knees, and Val wasn't wearing any. She pulled Val's hair back a little to startle her, then met her sister's cunt with her own and began to grind. Val fought back, slapping at her and screwing up her face as Heather began to lick it. Val squirmed beneath her, trying to get out from under her, but Heather was bigger and, thrilled to be the aggressor for the first time in her life, stronger. She bit and slurped at her sister's neck, still grinding their pussies together. Val was panting with rage -- maybe. Releasing her hair Heather tucked her arm underneath her sister's/mother's t-shirt and began kneading her breast roughly. "Ow!" Val protested, still writhing and squirming. But now she could bite or head butt in defense and she wasn't. Still kicking, Val's legs ended up wrapped around her sister. Heather released her thigh and grabbed her ass, pushing her pussy up into her own. They ground and humped, Heather kneading her sister's tit and ass, when Heather tried a rough kiss on Val's mouth. In between pants and growls Val kissed back roughly, teeth snapping, tongue darting. Quite accidentally and luckily, they'd fallen on the bed in such a way that Heather could reach her nightstand drawer. She fumbled at the handle and eventually pulled it open, rattling the contents, as the sisters continued to slurp, bite and hump each other. Heather felt around the hairbrush, hand lotion and other sundries inside until she felt her penis-shaped butt vibrator. She yanked it out. "Fuck you," Val hissed, seeing it. Heather squeezed her tit harder, making her cringe in pain. "You don't deserve to fuck my mother," Val said. "You're a fucking whore. Go back to your little lesbo friend from school." Mom Helps Me Make Up with Sis Heather gripped her sister's tit still tighter, and Val, panting, tried not to react. Her legs were still wrapped around her sister's waist and she humped her cunt in rhythm with Heather's. Brandishing the vibrator with a flourish, Val's eyes wide, Heather reached underneath her and pushed it... into her own sopping cunt. She turned it on and smiled wickedly as the hot, buzzing sensation overwhelmed her. Val's eyes narrowed as she tried to maneuver her pussy toward the vibrating sensation herself. "I didn't seduce mom," she said. "She seduced me. She said she'd always wanted to fuck a girl since dad left, and found the perfect one right in her own family!" Heather's smile disappeared, and, the vibrator now all slick, she withdrew it. She raised herself up off her sister, and poked the vibrator at Val's asshole. Val made a show of squirming to get away from it but wound up in even better position. Heather pushed... hard. "AAAAaaahhhhh!" Val exclaimed as the intruder entered her ass. Heather turned it back on and Val seemed to melt briefly. She was whimpering, sweating. "Fuck you!" she said again. "Aahhhh-- fuck!" She winced. As the vibrator buzzed in her sister's ass, Heather moved down to lick her pussy. Each stroke of her tongue sent jolts through Val, panting and sweating even more. Heather dove in with abandon, then, eating Val to a tremendous orgasm. As it subsided, Heather made to withdraw the vibrator very slowly. "Don't," Val breathed. "Don't stop. Leave it." "I WILL stop," Heather said, and Val's eyes shot open. "Unless you eat my cunt, bitch." "Fuck you," Val said a third time, and Heather swung her legs and hips up toward her sister's face. She drew the vibrator out a little more, and Val growled and attacked Heather's pussy with her face and tongue. Heather groaned and responded by easing the vibrator back in, then out slowly and in again, in and out. She shuddered. Sex with Rachel was great, and she had thought about continuing to live with her after college. Her mom eating her out as she tried with all her might to remain quiet had been unbelievably erotic. But her sister's mouth and tongue on her cunt felt like home. She'd never love anybody better or more willingly submit her body to anyone. She thrilled to her sister's expert tongue on her soaked pussy, and she continued to fuck her in the ass softly, her head swimming. "Mom," she breathed, without opening her eyes. She thought she'd heard the door creak again, and now was sure someone was standing over her. Val let up briefly, then went back to work. Her mother bent down and kissed Heather wetly, their tongues fencing, and her mom inhaled deeply. Heather wondered whether her mom was thrilling to kissing her or to tasting and smelling Val on Heather's mouth and face, but decided she didn't really care. For her part, her mom tasted like Heather's own pussy combined with tequila. Opening her eyes as the kiss broke, Heather saw her mom was armed with an even bigger dildo. She shuddered again. Placing her hand on Heather's her mom had her withdraw the butt vibrator from Val, who groaned a protest and stopped eating her sister. Her mom handed the new dildo to Heather and took the vibrator from her. Val laid back, legs splayed, as though choreographed. Her mom nodded Heather and the dildo toward Val's sopping cunt. Heather obliged, scooching up the bed and diddling the end of the dildo over Val's pussy lips to get it ready for penetration. At the same time, her mom had her raise her ass in the air by tucking her knees under her on the bed. As Heather eased the dildo into her sister, her mother pushed the butt vibrator into Heather's ass. "Oh... GAWD," she moaned. She fucked her sister slowly as her mother fucked her in the ass. "I should have guessed," her mom said, as her daughters writhed on the bed. "Valerie seduced me brazenly enough that it figures you two are lovers, too." Heather shot a dagger look at her sister, who'd lied about who seduced whom. She smirked and twisted the dildo a little, making Val gasp. Her mom lazily started stroking Heather's pussy lips eventually, and Heather came first, in torrents again. Replacing the dildo with her mouth, Heather expertly sucked and licked Val to her own climax while Val kneaded her ass and her mom massaged her tits. Two down, one to go, and Heather turned purposefully to her mother. Val leaned in toward her ear and whispered, "She likes it soft. Lots of kissing." Heather thought briefly of the moans, giggles and headboards bumping from earlier in the evening, but knew how Val got during sex. Heather turned all the way to face her mother, both women on their knees on the bed. "Darling," her mom whispered, as they embraced. Heather cried out as they tangled in a seductive, wet, warm kiss, caressing each other's bodies and the backs of their heads. They made out like schoolgirls, panting, moaning and cooing. Her mom's alcohol and pussy breath was intoxicating. Val stood before them and guided them down so they lay side by side. Then she crawled inbetween them as they caressed, her mouth on her mother's cunt. As Heather massaged her mom's tits she humped the back of her sister's head. Her mother's head lolled back and she moaned. Heather leaned in to take those tits in her mouth. She took all of one, rubbing the nipple roughly with her tongue, then released it till just the nipple was between her teeth. She gummed it and her mom jumped. She sucked her mom's breasts while Val ate her out. "Gawd," her mom drawled. "Oh, my babies. Oh, this won't take long." Heather took her mom's head in her hands and closed her mouth over hers, licking and slurping her way through a fuck-me kiss. She kneaded her mom's tits. Val was gripping her ass as she started to pant harder and stiffen. Heather released her mouth and engulfed a tit in her mouth again, strumming the nipple as she came. As she panted her way down, Heather kissed Val, licking her lips and face and tasting her mother. When Heather and Val parted, they saw their mother sound asleep, askew on Heather's bed. Heather felt a warm glow and a little concern. "This is gonna be ok, right?" she asked Val. If her mom and Val were having sex, and mom knew she and Val were having sex, she couldn't imagine her mom freaking out when she woke up to realize all three of them had had sex, but you never know. "It'll be fine," Val said, grinning. She helped Heather move around so she was now kneeling on the very edge of the bed, facing Val. "But we have some unfinished business from before." She took the butt vibrator and buzzed it around Heather's pussy lips. Heather tried to move onto firmer footing on the bed but Val stopped her so she was still kneeling right on the edge of the bed, facing her. "Don't you move," she said darkly. The vibrator was making her squirm with pleasure. "What do you mean, don't move? I'm going to fall!" "Not a muscle," Val warned. "Except, here." She handed her the newly lubricated vibrator. "Sit on this." Heather moved forward again and Val stopped her. "Right there," she said. "Valerie, I don't want to be right on the edge of the bed. I'll fall backwards," Heather protested. She eased the vibrator into her ass and turned it on, and the mass and buzz filled her with warmth again. Her ass was on the edge of the bed with her knees out in front of her. Val held her in place. "You had sex with my mother. You forced yourself on me. You'll do as I say." Heather narrowed her eyes at her sister, but warily stayed where she was with the vibrator in her ass. Val crawled forward, face headed for her sister's cunt, and Heather put her hands on her shoulders. Val shrugged them off. "Don't touch!" she said. "Don't move a muscle!" Heather was at a loss. "What are you doing?" "Quiet, too," Val snapped, continuing toward her pussy. Heather rolled her eyes and Val began to work her pussy, licking up and down the length and penetrating it with her tongue. Heather squirmed and tried to grasp her sister for balance again, only to be warned off. "Don't... TOUCH!" Val exclaimed. She dove back in. The combined sensations of the vibrator in her ass and her sister working her cunt were driving her crazy. She was tottering on the edge of the bed, and thought a couple times she would topple backwards. She didn't dare topple forwards onto her sister. Balancing herself as best she could, she sighed and moaned as her sister and the vibrator brought her closer to another climax. Val jolted the bed a little, and Heather almost fell. "Valerie!" she screeched. Val told her to be quiet and continued to eat her. Finally she couldn't take it anymore. The exquisite sensations in her ass and her sister's tongue brought the waterfall down on her again. As it washed over her she was determined not to fall backward or forward. It took all her concentration to remain upright. As she concentrated on that, her orgasm gained more and more strength. It was like trying to be still and quiet for her mother. "GGggggggg--" she said stupidly, wobbling. Val rocked the mattress again to upset her balance. The orgasm continued to course through her, sweat dousing her, and heroically she stayed upright on the edge of the bed. Finally with a cry her come subsided and she collapsed forward, shitting out the vibrator. Val was grinning. "That'll teach you," she said. Heather punched her in the arm, exhausted. The sisters cleaned up and carried their mother to her bed. Then they both retired to Heather's, to spend the rest of the night tangled in each other's arms. "I love you," Heather whispered when she thought her sister was finally asleep. Mom Helps Me Use Her Sex Toys Nineteen, junior college cheerleader, pretty, blonde, athletic -- and sexually frustrated? It drove Jenny crazy. She'd had sex with half a dozen boys in the last five years, and could probably make it an even dozen inside of two weeks if she put her mind to it. But that wasn't what her mind was on. Jenny was tormented by her desire to have sex with a woman -- a desire she'd had absolutely no luck acting on. She had decided to go on to college half to get an associate's degree and half to work up the courage and find the opportunity to satisfy her bi-curiosity. Even at a commuter school, she thought, there would be parties, sexual risk-taking, even, somewhere -- her dream come true -- a girl just like her, a lesbian virgin, aching to try a girl but too intimidated to work up the courage to approach a hard core dyke. She'd meet this girl of her dreams -- her name would be Penny, Jenny and Penny -- they'd become close friends, share everything. They'd each feign surprise that the other was curious, and decide that the safe zone of their friendship was the best place to see if they liked another girl as much as they thought they would. No reason to get hurt, they'd never hurt each other in a million billion years, so why not? They'd start off hugging, caressing, her hands on Penny's ass. Then Penny would make the first move, kissing her ear. She'd inhale the scent of her hair and her knees would buckle. They'd kiss softly, then harder, licking each other's tongues and sucking each other's full lips. They'd feel each other up, grind each other's crotches together -- they would have agreed at the outset to stop as soon as either one was uncomfortable, but that time would never come. They'd rip clothes in their haste to get them off, then luxuriate in each other's naked bodies. Well, bras and panties, at first, then naked. Penny would be so wet, her panties would be damp. One hand massaging Penny's nipple under her bra while Penny massaged her ass and sucked her neck. The other hand tucking itself under Penny's damp panties, feeling the hotness of her mound, the slickness of her labia, the nub of her clit. Then... But it never happened. Maybe with "Penny" she'd made the perfect the enemy of the good, but she just didn't have the courage to approach anyone if she wasn't sure they would be, well, willing, and wasn't attracted to anyone who would obviously be willing. She wondered -- she was taking a Psych 101 class -- if she really wanted to have sex with a woman at all, or if her sabotaging herself meant that she really just wanted to anticipate it. For the rest of her life? She couldn't bear the thought. But there was nothing she could do. One particularly frustrating day, Jenny had chatted up a fellow cheerleader, they'd had lunch together. Jenny was sure she'd acted completely weird. She'd tried too hard, been too obvious about trying to draw out her friend's latent lesbian desires. They weren't there. Jenny would be surprised if her friend would so much as look at her again, she'd come off so pervy. A small, dark cloud hovered over her head as she returned home. She dropped her keys and books on the table noisily, and stomped up the stairs to the bathroom, the cloud following her. As she walked in to the bathroom her mother, Melanie, was walking in, too, from the door that led to the master bedroom. She looked flustered. "Oh-- hi, honey," she forced, brightly as possible, as she hurriedly shut the door to the bedroom behind her. Jenny mumbled something, it wouldn't be the kind of day it was if her mom said, oh, sorry honey, did you need to use the bathroom? and gone back in the bedroom. She turned around huffily and left for the downstairs bathroom. Melanie's heart was racing and she sat down on the toilet. She'd been to the neighborhood sex toy party weeks ago, brought home a treasure trove, for some reason, but had never tried anything, till today. She yelled at herself for getting started on an afternoon she knew Jenny would be home after lunch. Composing herself, she went back into the bedroom to put everything away. Downstairs -- two levels, in their split-level house -- Jenny had turned on the computer, ready -- really ready -- for an AOL chat room. She double clicked and heard the "hwonk" that said the cable Internet connection was down. It wouldn't be the day it was otherwise, she thought. She actually brightened, it had become comical how bad her day was becoming. And after all, if the worst day of her life involved not being able to coax a fellow cheerleader into revealing and acting on her long-suppressed bi-curiosity, the Internet being down and having to use the half bath downstairs, things were ok. She took her shoes off and padded up to the kitchen, where she drank a glass of water. Then she padded upstairs to find out if her mom knew the cable was down. She walked into her parents' bedroom and said, "Mom, did --" Melanie gasped and torqued her front side away from the door, fumbling with something in her hand. "Mom, what --" Jenny saw a huge vibrating dildo, a bottle of edible lotion, something else that could only be a clit massager and a big strap-on lying on the bed. She didn't register any of it, just gaped, mouth open -- and then started to laugh! Melanie was more mortified than before. Finally succeeding in snapping her jeans, she turned, thought better of it, and turned away again. "Jennifer, please!" she croaked. Jenny held her hand up to her mouth, smiling broadly. "I'm so sorry, Mom," she said. Re-orienting herself to the absurdity of it, she tried to break the tension. "Nice toys. From your party a while ago?" Melanie was bright pink and still couldn't decide whether to face her daughter or hide. "Yes," she said dolefully. "I still don't know if I got my money's worth!" Jenny laughed, and Melanie relaxed a little. Jenny was 19, for crying out loud, not 12. It's not as though this extremely awkward moment was going to lead to The Talk before she was ready, or was going to scar her for lilfe. Jenny sat down on the bed, still trying to connect the idea of her mother to the idea of the sex toys scattered on her bed. She picked up the vibrating dildo. "My goodness!" she said. "Jennifer, don't touch that," Melanie moaned. "Mom, I'm sorry. It's not like this is going to be any less embarrassing for either one of us if I run out the door and downstairs." Melanie laughed despite herself. "And out the front door and down the street to the Harrises'," Jenny chided. "Or farther, as far away as possible!" Melanie wrinkled her nose in a fake sneer. Jenny examined the dildo, wondering how to balance being a, well, woman, and being her Mom's daughter in this particular situation. She couldn't figure out how, so she put the dildo back down. She stood up. "I really am sorry. I shouldn't be barging in here without knocking, or letting you know I was there." "No, honey, I'm sorry," Melanie said, trying to look natural while gathering the toys into a pile. Some needed to be... cleaned up, but she didn't want to do that with her daughter standing there. "I knew you were coming home, and I certainly knew you were home after you came up to the bathroom." The strap-on registered in Jenny's brain. Before even thinking about what she was saying or who she was talking to, she said, "you use that one on another girl, you know." "I know," her mom said matter-of-factly, and Jenny felt like she'd been smacked in the forehead by an invisible hand. For her part, Melanie's embarrassment was interrupted by her wondering what would make her daughter point that out, of all things. She picked the box the toys were kept in off the floor on the other side of the bed. Her daughter had always had boyfriends, sometimes more than one at a time, but that hadn't been the case recently. The working theory was that college was an adjustment, and while it couldn't be difficult to meet people, it might be difficult to choose the right people in a place that big. The remark about the strap-on made Melanie wonder, though. She hated that her mind was racing instead of keeping cool and in control. Her internal edit function compromised by the kinds of thoughts involving strap-ons one shouldn't have in one's parents' bedroom, Jenny said, just as matter-of-factly, "I completely understand getting carried away. The Internet's down, and I was all set to hit a chat room." Melanie's eyes rotated in daughter's direction while she absentmindedly replaced the toys in their box. "I wouldn't say I got 'carried away,'" she said. "You usually get on the computer first thing when you get home, how was I supposed to know the Internet was down. What kind of chat room?" she asked, facing Jenny. Jenny ignored the question. "Do you know how to use i-- those things?" she asked. Melanie, who had been lightening up, started turning redder again. "They demonstrated -- well, explained how to use them -- at the party, but I hadn't even had them out till today," she replied. "Here, let me see," Jenny said, reaching for the box. She pulled it toward her and, through superhuman effort, resisted pulling the strap-on out first. "Well, this," she said, brandishing the vibrating dildo, "is fairly self explanatory." "Yes, it is," Melanie said warily. Jenny was acting strangely, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it. "This," Jenny said, picking up the clit massager, "this you would probably only use if you were by yourself." "Well, exactly who am I supposed to use any of this with? Your father?" Jenny knew the idea was ridiculous. "I don't know," Jenny said, flustered. "Why buy them? This--" she hadn't seen the much smaller, penis-shaped vibrator before now. This must have been what her mother was playing with when she walked in, she thought, her breath catching. "This is more or less like that other thing..." "No, it's not," Melanie said frankly, eyes on her daughter. "What do you mean? They're both... you know..." "I know what they're both, but they're not both for the same... location." Jenny's mouth felt full of cotton. Of course, her mom was right, and she, the 19-year-old who had probably slept with more boys than her mom, had just been schooled on the proper use of a butt vibrator. Her mother's matter-of-fact discussion of her box of sex toys had Jenny reeling. "Here," Melanie said, the fact of her superior knowledge not escaping her, as she took the toy from her daughter. She turned it on. Jenny was mesmerized. "Kind of small, see? Especially compared to that monster," Melanie said, nodding at the dildo. "And this one just vibrates, doesn't twist and turn." She turned it off. Jenny couldn't imagine any topic whatsoever being off limits at that particular moment, so she blurted, "you were using that when I walked in." Melanie blushed again. "Jenny, this is awkward for both of us. But we don't need to--" "Can I try it?" Melanie was struck dumb. She'd wanted to act as cool as possible and also figure out why these toys interested her daughter so much. But this was starting to get out of hand. Before she could say anything, Jenny took the butt vibrator into the bathroom. Melanie heard water running from the sink. She was mortified at the idea that her daughter was going to take her sex toy into the bathroom, clean it up and use it, while she, Melanie, sat awkwardly in her bedroom. She got up to follow. She was mostly determined to tell her daughter to give her her toy back and leave the room. Mostly. Partly, she was starting to wonder what was going through Jenny's mind -- and how she'd act on it. As she got to the door, Jenny was walking back in. melanie was startled. She seemed to have no intention of using the toy anywhere but her parents' bedroom. Now. Melanie gulped for the right words. "Look. You--" "It's ok, Mom," Jenny said, completely oblivious to how awkward her mom might feel being in the same room while she tried out her sex toys. She thought Melanie was concerned about being a corrupting influence, and aimed to reassure her. "I'm 19, I think I can figure it out." Besides, she didn't exactly want her mom leaving the room at the moment. She was momentarily startled to realize that. Here was an opportunity to play with sex toys in front of a beautiful, mature... sexy... 42-year old woman. Jenny's head spun. She would give anything for a girl she liked and trusted to want to play with her. After months of frustration, could she possibly want her mother to play with her? Nothing seemed impossible. "That's not-- I mean, look--" her mother stammered. Jenny unsnapped her jeans and pulled them down, turning away from her mother as she did so and sitting on the edge of the bed. She turned the toy on and buzzed it around her pussy lips, through her panties. Melanie looked away, completely at a loss about what to do. Jenny was right, she was 19, so she couldn't exactly yell at her and ground her. But this was a pretty extreme invasion of her privacy. And yet, as she'd said, she still didn't know if she'd gotten her money's worth. And if Jenny was having a tough time with her sexuality somehow, something that made her not want boyfriends, made her, as inhibited as she was, bold enough to play with a vibrator in her parents' room with her mother watching -- Melanie's head spun. What? She needed help? Or her daughter could help her? Melanie would never use these things, and Jenny was right: Why buy them? She realized she bought them because of a fantasy. Something unfulfillable, especially the strap-on. Except there was a 19-year-old blonde cheerleader in her bedroom with her pants down, buzzing a vibrator along her pussy. Melanie's head swam. This was crazy, unreal. Jenny hooked her thumb into her panties and pulled them down, balancing from cheek to cheek as she did so. She was torn between wanting very much for her mom to look at her and being too embarrassed to look at her mom. She slid the vibrator up and down her bare pussy lips, which were getting very slick. "No," Melanie said, and Jenny's heart lodged in her throat. "No, honey-- I don't know how they say to do it on AOL, but you need some of this." She picked up the bottle of lotion. Jenny was stunned -- all her muscles gave out for a second. If she'd been standing, she'd have fallen down. Walking around to Jenny's front, Melanie opened the bottle and took the vibrator from her daughter. She slathered it with lotion, as Jenny's circuits overloaded and she fought the urge to pass out cold. She looked her daughter in the eyes and brought the vibrator back down to where she'd gotten it from. Jenny took it from her and buzzed her lips and clit again, having mostly forgotten what she was supposed to be doing by that point. Her mother watched quietly for a few moments, then said, "here. Lie back." Eyes as big as saucers, Jenny lay back on the bed. "Scooch up," Melanie said, and Jenny moved more onto the bed till her legs were out straight. Melanie gently grabbed each leg and said, "now, bend your knees." She did, so her knees were up in the air and her feet on the edge of the bed. Melanie took her daughter's hand with the vibrator and guided it toward her anus. Jenny spasmed as the tip of the vibrator poked gently against her asshole. Her mother helped probe the outside, getting it slick with lotion. "Now, just put that there," she said, guiding the tip to her daughter's sphincter as Jenny's breath became ragged. "Push," she said, and she helped her daughter push the vibrator against her asshole. "Don't go too far too fast, just push as long as it feels good. Before you know it it'll be in." Two of Jenny's hands and one of her mother's eased the vibrator into her ass, slowly. Her mind was racing with the improbability of what was happening and the exquisite anal sensations her mother and the vibrator were giving her. Her hips and ass ground against the vibrator as the fullness of the sensation filled her up. Somewhere deep in the back of her mind she wondered if she should be saying something, but she couldn't have figured out what even if so. Melanie left her daughter gasping and in control of the vibrator and quietly sat on the bed beside her. Her mind was positively buzzing. Either her daughter was an uninhibited sex fiend -- who nevertheless didn't know how to use a butt vibrator -- or there was something else going on with her. Since she knew her daughter to be awfully inhibited, that pointed to something else. What that something else would be would be determined in the next few minutes, as her daughter lay writhing on her bed with a vibrator stuffed up her ass -- a vibrator she'd helped put there. As if in a dream, Melanie rummaged in the box for the dildo. She slicked it up with lotion, then realized she probably should have taken her pants off first. She undid her jeans again, hands tacky with lotion, and dropped them and her panties. She laid on the bed with her daughter, and buzzed the dildo around her pussy. Fireworks erupted in her head as the buzzing, contorting plastic dick worked its way around and into her hole. Jenny couldn't believe her ears, or her eyes. The feeling of the vibrator in her ass -- buried as far as it would go, now -- was heaven, but it wasn't lost on her that a gorgeous half-naked woman lay next to her, getting off on a dildo. She extracted her vibrator and turned to face her mother. Her eyes were closed, her face contorted. "Mom," she whispered. "Do you want some help?" She couldn't believe how lame she sounded. Her mother's eyes were open, now, and she didn't say a word, just looked her daugher in the eyes. Jenny moved around to her mother's legs and lifted, like she'd done for her, till her knees were in the air and feet flat on the bed. Melanie rocked backward a bit as Jenny buzzed the vibrator at her mother's ass, a lump in her throat and her pussy throbbing with desire. Her mother let out a throaty moan, and Jenny beamed. Slowly, she pushed the slick vibrator into her mother's asshole, while Melanie worked her pussy and her clit with her own toy. Her mother's lower body spasmed to two vibrating sensations, and Jenny pushed, very slowly. Her mother was panting. She pulled, just as slowly, then pushed again. "Harder," came her mother's ragged voice. Jenny's heart soared. She slowly pumped the dick-shaped vibrator in and out of her mom's ass, as both women's breathing became more labored. Jenny was entranced. She tried to take in what she was doing, to a lovely, sexy woman. She couldn't even grasp the fact it was her mother. It was enough to be fucking a woman's ass with a vibrator, half naked herself, pussy dripping. Jenny's mouth watered and she licked her lips. She squirmed a little. Her mom let out an "oh!" that made Jenny jump. "oh... GAWD," she drawled. She tensed, and Jenny eased the vibrator out of her ass. Her mother was wracked by a powerful orgasm, wave after wave spasming her. An orgasm Jenny had given her by fucking her in the ass. Her heart thumped against her rib cage. The scene was a work of art, to her -- this gorgeous thing, this mature, trustworthy woman whom she loved, coming in droves in front of her. As Melanie panted her way back down, extracting the dildo, Jenny fumbled for the strap-on. When she found it she got to her knees and faced her mother, who was drenched in sweat and quite flushed. Jenny didn't know if she could string out the moment or if Melanine would be shocked back to reality by the passing of her orgasm, but she would have given anything to keep going. She wordlessly handed the strap-on to her mother. To her relief and delight her mother took it and reached for the bottle of lotion. "You don't need that," Jenny croaked as she hastily took off her shirt and lay back on the bed, but her mother just smirked and drizzled lotion onto her hands. She finished undressing herself -- why always with the lotion first! she thought -- and put on the strap-on and straddled her daughter. Mom Helps Me Use Her Sex Toys Jenny braced herself for the penetration, but one of the things Jenny thought she'd llike about having sex with women -- slower, more giving, less hurried -- as it turned out applied to having sex with her mother. Melanie cupped her lotion-slick hands over her daughter's breasts and caressed them, massaging and pinching. A guttural moan escaped Jenny, and she nearly came on the spot. The warm friction of her mother's greasy hands filled her with heat. "Oh... Mom," she moaned. With that her mother took the back of her head and drew her face to her. They kissed wetly, warmly, each groaning and slurping. With her other hand her mother caressed her boob, rubbing the nipple more erect than Jenny thought possible, pinching and mashing. "Mmm-- Mom," Jenny mumbled into her mother's mouth. Wordlessly, Melanie moved her face down to the slick nipple of her daughter's breast and took it in, licking and tonguing. It smelled and tasted vanilla and had the lotion gave it a pleasingly gritty texture. Jenny's breath caught in her throat and she swallowed raggedly. Her mother moved to the other breast, her hands now around her ass, carressing, kneading. As Jenny's head bobbed backward and her eyes closed, she gasped to feel a finger on her pussy lips. It stroked up and down, and found her erect clit. One little brush, a flash of lightning erupted in Jenny's head. Everything she'd ever felt welled up inside her and she came explosively, shouting "Mom... Mommy... Mommy!" She blacked out, but it must have been only for a moment. She came to with her mother still poised over her. She kissed her again, their tongues dancing. Jenny's eyes blinked open as she felt the tip of the strap-on at her pussy. "Mmph-- MMmmm," she said. They broke their kiss and her mother eased the strap-on into her, filling her so completely. "Oh, gawd... MOM..." "You were right, we didn't need it," her mother teased softly, kissing beneath her daughter's eye and beginning to slowly thrust in and out. Jenny wrapped her legs around her mother and met her thrusts roughly. "Shhhh," Melanie said, and Jenny eased up. "It's ok, sweetheart," she whispered. "Relax. It's Mommy." "Mommy," Jenny repeated dreamily. "Yes... yes, Jenny. Jenny." "Mommy... Mommy... Mommy," Jenny whispered, in rhythm with each thrust. "Jenny's Mommy's darling," Melanie cooed, stroking the strap-on in and out slowly but firmly. Jenny was drenched with sweat and slick with lotion. Her breath caught again and she reached behind her mother's head, drawing her lips to her. "Mmmm," Melanie said, as they kissed sloppily. "Mommy." "Yes, darling?" "You're fucking me," Jenny whispered. "We're fucking each other," Melanie said, her own breath catching. They fucked slow and steady for minutes, cooing and kissing. Melanie laid her chest down on her daughter's, their breasts mashing, and she grabbed Jenny's ass. Jenny spread her legs apart from her mother in response and held them high. Melanie massaged her daughter's tits, still greasy from lotion, with her own. Jenny bit her lip. Soon enough, Jenny came in a torrent stronger than the last. She cried out, unbidden. "Oh, MOM... Mommy... oh, GOD... OH." Her mother kissed her, tongued her tongue, licked her face. Jenny slurped her mother's earlobe. "Jenny, honey?" "Yes, Mommy?" "Can you reach the butt vibrator?" She could and did. "Now, reach around and put it in my ass, please." Jenny beamed and did. Her mother awkwardly used one hand to help. They turned it on, and slid it slowly into Melanie's asshole. Melanie closed her eyes and her chin jutted forward, her shoulders hunching with the new sensation. She began to work her ass and back and forth, churning the strap-on inside her daughter again. "Do you mind if I stay in?" Jenny thought she might cry. She shook her head. Jenny held the vibrator and let her mother work her ass back and forth on it, which got them fucking again. But in no time, Melanie stiffened up and shit the vibrator out as a powerful orgasm wracked her. "Oh, JENNY. Oh, honey." Tangled together, Jenny's hands around behind her mother's ass, their sweat mingled and they writhed together, their friction hot. Sweat dripped off Melanie as the orgasm passed wave after wave through her. Jenny kneaded her ass as she came. They disentangled wordlessly. Jenny didn't think she could bear for this to end and face the awkwardness, so she quickly took hold of the strap-on and motioned for her mother to take it off. She did, and Jenny put it on. "Can we do this sitting up?" she asked. "I think so, but ther won't be as much touching," her mother replied. That was fine with Jenny just then. They scooched together, facing one another, Melanie's knees over and around her daughter's waist and Jenny's on the bed around her mother. They guided the other end of the strap-on inside Melanie. Reading her daughter's mind, Melanie handed her the butt vibrator. Jenny lifted a cheek and stuck it inside, turning it on. They held tight and rocked together, wave after wave of pleasure filling Jenny from the vibrator, the other end mostly teasing her mother. They panted and gasped, facing each other, Jenny's face screwed up with sensation, Melanie smiling dreamily. Soon Jenny came, crying out again -- she'd never been loud during sex! -- and collapsed forward, panting in her mother's arms. She had her mother lay down and negotiated herself on top of her, all without removing the strap-on. "I'm fucking you now," Jenny breathed, pumping in and out of her mother. "Ohh, honey. You fuck me so good," her mother growled. Jenny thought she might die. "You're a motherfucker," Melanie hissed. "Fuck Mommy." They fucked slowly again, tangled up and caressing and kneading boobs, asses and faces. Their faces were just touching, and they looked in each others eyes as they fucked. They kissed and whispered to each other. "I want to be inside Mommy." "You are, darling. My darling baby's fucking me so good." Melanie reached behind and grabbed her daughter's ass, kneading roughly. Her thumbs parted her daughter's asshole, and the pressure filled Jenny with warmth and joy. After a while she stiffened slightly. "Don't stop," she breathed, as her mother kneaded and pushed at her sphincter. Jenny grabbed her mother's head in her two hands as her orgasm mounted, staring, finally kissing her roughly as she came. Her mother's breathing was still ragged as Jenny's orgasm subsided. She extracted the strap-on, and her mother whimpered. "It's ok, Mommy," she said, taking the strap-on off. She moved down between her mother's legs, and Melanie whimpered some more in anticipation. Jenny kissed her inner thighs tenderly. The teasing became too much. "Jenny. Ohhh, Jenny, honey. Eat Mommy. Eat my cunt. Ohhh..." Jenny's mouth massaged her mother's pussy, she sucked in and manipulated on her clit with her tongue. As her mother's passion mounted -- "Jenny, oh, Jenny, eat Mommy... eat Mommy" -- she penetrated her mother's pussy with her tongue, lapping her slickness and sucking the folds of her labia. Melanie exploded, screaming Jenny's name, wave after wave of orgasm sluicing through her. Jenny drew herself up to her exhausted mother and caressed her wet, matted hair. They looked in each other's eyes, tender, glowing. Jenny kissed her mother, sliding her slick face along her mother's. Melanie inhaled deeply as their tongues fenced, her own pussy juices smearing her face. She licked her daughter's tongue and face, and Jenny sucked the sweat off hers. Finally they lay tangled together, cuddling and murmuring. When Jenny finally dismounted from the bed, she asked her mother if she'd gotten her money's worth. Melanie smiled wryly. Mom Helps Out For the past two years, my daughter Julie has been dating a young man named Tom. Tom is a clean-cut boy, a football star at their high school and really handsome. At the age of 18, Tom was two years older than my daughter and always seemed more physically mature than my beautiful baby-girl. One day when I was cleaning Julie's room, I came across her diary. Although I knew I shouldn't, I couldn't resist seeing what she had written in it. As I began to skim the pages, I was shocked to read about how much pressure Tom had been putting on Julie to put out. According to Julie's own words, Tom was demanding sex and threatening to break off their relationship if it didn't happen. I knew how much Julie cared for Tom, but I knew she wasn't ready for sex. She could barely watch it acted out on TV without getting uncomfortable and whenever I tried to talk to her about sexual feelings she clammed up. That night in bed, I talked to my husband Greg about the issue. He agreed that he didn't want Tom and Julie to break up. "Tom is such a great guy and he's going to university for dentistry in the Fall. Plus, his father and I are golf buddies. It would be really messy for them to break up and I know Julie would be completely heartbroken." "What should we do?" I asked him. "Maybe we should get a prostitute to treat him a couple of times a week." Greg didn't like that idea. "I don't want him catching anything that might affect our daughter's health, plus, I want to get him used to lovemaking not just fucking." I agreed. Tom needed to learn how to treat a woman right, not just use her as a hole. "Well," Greg sighed, "Julie's going to Timmons to visit your sister next weekend and I'm at the golf course all day. Maybe Tom could come over then and you could take care of it." My face went flush. "What do you mean, 'take care of it'?" "Well, it's not the first time you've handled a cock right?" Greg observed. He wasn't kidding but I smirked anyway. "Yes-" "And you've always liked Tom physically anyway and well, I don't want to see Julie lose out because she wasn't ready to put out." "Do you think Tom would actually go for me?" Greg put his hand on mine. "Of course." I'm nearly 43, but I never lost the maintenance level I kept up while I was a model in my twenties. Guys always loved my long blonde hair, nice legs and, well, ample bosoms which have never lost their perk. I've always been thin too. No matter what I eat, I could never break past 125. I snuggled into my loving husband's arms. "And you won't be mad?" "I think it's for the best." He assured me, stroking my hair as I fell asleep. **** That Saturday, Greg went to the golf course early and Julie had left for her trip to her aunt's the night before. Around ten in the morning, I called up Tom's cell phone and told him to come over to the house immediately if he wasn't busy. He said he was running some errands for his dad, but could come by within an hour. I told him that was perfect and used the time to dress myself up in the prettiest, tightest most revealing dress I could find in my closet. It was a small black number whose hem barely covered my camel toe. I clipped my lace stockings to my garters and applied some light makeup. I also washed my bum and pussy just to be sure there weren't any unpleasant surprises for Tom. My pussy had been shaved just a day ago, so I skipped that ritual. When Tom finally arrived, I greeted him at the front door and brought him into the living room. I told him to take a seat on the couch and get comfortable as I fetched us lemonade. I handed him a glass and sat next to him on the sofa. "So Mrs.Mulligan, what's going on?" "I've heard you want to have sex with my daughter and I want you to know, she isn't ready." He looked at me with a surprised expression, "Mrs. Mulligan!" "I want you to know my daughter is 16 and she isn't ready for the responsibility of having sex. Not even giving head." He looked at me shocked. He couldn't believe I was speaking so frankly. I looked him over. His 6'0, 180 pound frame made him seem more like a man than a boy, but his eyes were still sparkling with youth. Best of all, playing football had packed some real muscles onto his powerful forearms which I know Julie loved. I tried to resist reaching out to touch them. "Tom," I asked him gently, taking a sip of my lemonade, "Does it bother you Julie won't have sex with you?" "Well, everybody else on the team is getting laid, so I guess so." He looked truly dejected. "I've heard getting laid makes you more relaxed and less wound up." "Well, do you masturbate?" I asked him. "Well, um- I don't know if I should-" "You can tell me." "Sure," he confessed, "but I'm 18 and I've never even seen a pussy. I'm really thinking of breaking up with Julie." "But you two are in love, aren't you?" Tom nodded. "Of course I mean, ever since I met her I knew she was the one. She's the only girl I've ever kissed." My heart warmed. They were such a special couple. I knew I couldn't let Tom break up with Julie. "Don't cheat on her Tom. She'll be worth waiting for and think about your wedding day. It'll be so much more special, knowing you both waited." "It seems so far away." Tom said, finishing his lemonade. Now it was time for the tough part. "Tom, Julie said you threatened to rape her." "That' not true!" Tom cried. "I didn't say anything like that!" I picked Julie's diary up from the coffee table and read the passage I bookmarked: Tom is such an asshole. He's always trying to fuck me. I was thinking about giving him head but he got so aggressive I said no. Then he slapped me and said I should get raped for being a cocktease. Why is he so mean? I closed her diary. "Tom, I won't put up with you abusing or threatening my daughter." I said sharply. Tom nodded. "I'm sorry..." "No more rape talk then. Promise me." "Yes Mrs. Mulligan. I promise." He stood up as if to go. "Well Tom, I wouldn't hurry off just yet. I've got a proposition." Standing over me, I noticed his eyes locked on my large breasts and the cleavage my dress revealed. "I don't want this to go on any longer Tom, so, I've been thinking... maybe I could be your surrogate." He looked at me with a weird glance. "A surrogate?" " Yes. A sex surrogate. You could use me for sex until Julie is ready." "But Mrs. Mulligan that's so wrong!" Tom said his mouth agape. "You're my future mother!." "Well, you couldn't tell anyone." "And what about your husband?" "My husband is none of your business." I clarified. "Now, either you can forget about this, or I can help you out. I think it would be better than you cheating with some slut who wants to take you away from Julie" I could tell by the pitch in his pants that he was excited about my offer, but he didn't let me know right away. "Really?" He asked, dumbfounded. "Really" I replied. "I mean, I sort of look like her don't I? My boobs are a bit bigger, and my face is more mature of course, but the rest is close, right?" He looked at me with a sudden, excited passion. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to devour me right there. I told him to follow me and brought him into the guest room we keep on the first floor of our bungalow. I thought I'd spare Julie and my husband the tension of taking him in their beds. I mean, I wasn't cheating, I was just helping after all. "Ok Tom. We're going to take this nice and slow. So just relax ok?" I sat down on the bed, as he walked up to me. His tent was now at my eye level and I could tell he was about to burst right through his pants unless I did something immediately. Tom gasped as I reached out my hands to his belt, undoing it. His cock sprung at me like a cobra. "Wow! It's really big!" I said, giggling. I held his eight inch monster cock lovingly in my hands as it hardened even more. "Julie is really going to enjoy this when she's of age." I winked at him, rubbing it. "Do you think about Julie when you masturbate?" He nodded yes. "I want you to close your eyes and think of her right now, ok?" "Yes..." He mumbled as I continued to jerk his cock. It felt so impossibly hard in my hand. "What does she do in your fantasies?" "She lets..." He gasped at the words, enjoying the handjob so much, "Lets me fuck her." "What else?" " She... uhhh... Sucks my cock." "Like this?' I purred, licking his cock head all over. He moaned as I eased my mouth over it trying to deep throat. I tickled his balls with my long fingernails as I looked up at him with big wet eyes. I spit on his dick and slurped it up like ice cream before putting him back in my throat. He looked at my breasts, fixated by them. What was it with boys and boobs, I thought, undoing the front of my blouse without taking his dick from my mouth. My tits were held in a pink underbra which Tom helped me unhook with fumbling hands. With my breasts entirely exposed, he wasted no time putting his hands on them. When he fondled my nipples an electric feeling rang out in my clit. His awkwardness only excited me more. I could hear his panting quicken and told him to relax and that he would get everything. I lifted his cock to his stomach and licked his balls, gently sucking one after the other into my mouth. I took my time, making sure they were well moistened. Then I brought his cock back to my lips and sucked him in again. Getting into a full bobbing motion I corkscrewed his dick with my hand as I snuggled him into my throat, gagging twice. This kid was quite the mouthful. Getting on the couch, I laid back and spread my legs giving him a nice view of my hot pink panties. Getting on his knees, he pushed my panties to the side and sunk his tongue into my hole. Although he was enthusiastic, he certainly had some technique problems. For one, he was licking all around the hole. I softly took his chin and tilted it up so that the point of his tongue was now on my clit. "Feel that nub?" I said, opening my pussy lips wide to show him my pink parts while pulling my labia hood up and setting his tongue on it. "That's a clit and it feels really good when you lick me there." "Yes ma'am," He said, zestfully returning to my pussy to try it out. He was much better now. "Yes, keep going... Just like that." I encouraged him. "You taste really good Mrs. Mulligan." He mumbled. "Thanks Tom. That's very mature of you. Some guys don't like that taste at all." Suddenly I could feel my first orgasm building deep inside me. Tom was amazed that my whole body could spasm just because of his tongue on that one special place. I shuddered as my whole body contracted. "Are you ok, Mrs. Mulligan?" Tom asked concerned, as my pussy contracted in violent bursts. "No, no baby," I said, feeling it deep inside me. "I just didn't think you could make me do that so quickly." He smiled at the compliment. "But I think it's time for you to put your penis in there now, ok?" I leaned back and opened my endless legs wider for my daughter's boyfriend. I slipped my panties off as he stared at my pussy for a moment before attempting to mount me. "Is that where Julie came from?" He asked, wondrously. "Yes," I said, sinking a finger into my hole. "Right here." He moved towards me with his big cock, hungry now for pussy. "Wait." I said, stopping him. "I almost forgot the condom! There's one in the drawer over there." He looked at me with an 'aw shucks' expression. "Now honey, you know we have to be safe and remember, we're doing this so you'll be experienced when it comes time to make love to Julie right? You wouldn't go inside her without a condom would you?" He started to protest before I told him to hurry up. He opened the drawer and retrieved the condom. I took it from him and inspected the package. It looked fine so I tore it open and showed the rubber to Tom. Putting the tip of the condom between my lips, I rolled it over his cock with my mouth, doing it perfectly. Tom looked at me impressed, but still not happy. "Did I hurt you?" "It's so tight on my penis!" "Don't worry," I smiled, stroking his throbbing cock. "It'll be ok in a while." I resumed my spread position but Tom failed to locate my pussy. Helping him, I slipped his stiff cock into my womb. It took my pussy a little while to accept his entire girth and I could feel my pussy getting stretched. "Good boy." I whispered into his ear. His cock felt amazing inside me now as he rocked in and out. "How do you like pussy?" He grunted. "It feels.. feels so good." "In and out..." I said, trying to get him into a rhythm.. "In.. Out... In... Out..." He took me like that for about ten minutes, before pulling out and flipping me onto all fours. "Oh Tom, where did you learn this?" "From watching porn with the team" He said honestly. I felt him spread my cheeks with his large hands, my gooey cunt dripping before his eyes. "What are you looking at?" I asked him sweetly, feeling his eyes burning. "Your asshole." He answered, licking his finger and pushing it up my brown hole. I couldn't help but wince a little as he put his cock in my pussy. He found his way by himself this time and when he grabbed my shoulders I knew I was going to get it. He started fucking me hard from behind. I could feel my ass slap against his hips. "Fucking dirty whore!" I immediately stopped fucking him and looked back over my shoulder. "Pardon me?" "Umm..." He turned red. "What did you say?" "Nothing." "Tom, if you want to fuck me, you'll have to respect me. Understand? Do you think it's respectful to call your potential step-mother, a 'fucking whore'.?" "Umm..." "This is why I don't think it's a good idea for you to have my daughter until you're ready." "But...Tom pleaded. His dick was still in my pussy, but I felt it soften, which was disappointing, but I had to lay down the law. "Call me Mrs. Mulligan from now on when you fuck me." "Yes Mrs. Mulligan," He whimpered, as if about to burst into tears. "Oh honey, it's ok," I said, turning around and hugging him. I cradled his head in my breasts."Just remember, I'm here because I want to give you and my daughter a chance. I'm not your whore, or your slut or your cockhole. Ok?" "Yes, Mrs. Mulligan." "Now go ahead and keep doing me baby." He had me back on all fours. After about thirty minutes of taking his jumbo cock from behind,the condom started bothering me. Since I was on the pill and Tom was nowhere near done, I offered him the chance to fuck me bareback. "Really?!? He said, lighting up like a little boy on Christmas morning. He wasted no time getting the condom off. "I'm only offering this because the condom is chafing and I'm on birth control." He nodded. Somehow his dick seemed even bigger without it. "Now this is a definite no-no with Julie, ok?" I warned him. I was beginning to realize how important it was to protect my daughter from this inexperienced, overzealous boy. Although Tom was legal, he certainly wasn't making wise choices. I sucked his cock to get it hard again, tasting the condom residue on it. Then I got back on all fours, which seemed to be Tom's favorite position. I put my head face first into my pillow to help Tom fantasize that he was doing my daughter. "Who are you thinking about Tom?" I asked him, needing to know. "Are you thinking about Julie? Are you thinking about what it would be like to be in her?" "Yes," Tom grunted. Suddenly, he took his dick out of my pussy and tried slam it up my butt! I turned around quickly... "No Tom. No anal tonight." "But you said I could have everything!" He protested. I immediately regretted those words, but was in no mood for a discussion. "Look, I already let you use my mouth and pussy bareback. You want in my bum too?" He nodded, obviously. "Well, if you want in it, you'll have to lick it." "Ewww!" He said. "I'm not tasting your poop!" I gave him a frown. "Then, you're obviously not ready for anal." "But-" "No buts!" I laughed at the double entendre despite myself. "Until you lick mine." He was still hesitant. "Are you saying you wouldn't lick Julie's asshole if she asked you?" "But that's different!" Tom tried to explain. "I think I know what the problem is here Tom. You've never had your asshole licked before have you?" "No, never Mrs. Mulligan." I told him to get on all fours himself now. Guys are so funny when they have to show a submissive side. I could tell Tom was bothered a little about turning around and bending over for me. "I think it might be dirty." He said sheepishly, spreading his cheeks. I inspected his anus and he was right. It was a bit smelly. "Well," I said, "I guess I have to clean it." I began licking his asshole and within seconds it tasted pretty fine. Tom jerked himself and groaned as I put my pink tongue to his pucker. "Does it feel good Tom? You like having my tongue up your asshole?" "Yess..." He hissed as my tongue alternated between his balls and bumhole, trying to penetrate his seal. Suddenly the door to the guest room opened and my husband Greg appeared. I froze, my tongue still touching Tom's anus mid-lick. I hoped Tom wouldn't void himself in my mouth because he was nervous and started shaking. "Hi honey." I said to Greg, Tom's asshole quivering inches from my nose.. "Oh hey babe." He said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world for his wife to be rimming her daughter's boyfriend. "Rain is coming, so we got off the course early. Enjoying yourself Tom?" Tom looked over his shoulder. "Yes, Mr. Mulligan." Tom looked as confused as can be. "Tom agreed to our plan dear." Greg smiled. "That's fantastic! "We're going to have three sex sessions a week to protect Julie and also teach Tom everything he'll need to know about taking her virginity." Greg walked over and looked at Tom's nine inch cock. "Perfect." Greg shook Tom's hand, smiling. "Tom, I want to thank you for taking my wife instead of my daughter. It means a lot to me." "No...No problem..." Tom stuttered. "Now dear, give us some privacy please!" Greg nodded and told us to have fun as he left, closing the door behind him. With that, Tom went back at me even more ferociously. He tossed me on my back and began to ram my pussy properly. He sucked my nipples and earlobes, kissing me all over In return, I did everything he asked. Yes, including anal. By the end of the three hours we were fucking I counted six orgasms and could barely walk. Finally, I guess Tom had had enough. He turned around and without even asking, shot a massive load of white cum onto the bridge of my nose and cheeks. This upset me a little. "Tom, you have to ask when you want to cum on a girl's face silly! You can't just do it!" Tom apologized weakly as I scraped the cum off my face and ate it."So, how was that Tom? "Will I make a good surrogate?" He couldn't even answer he was so exhausted. I licked the rest of the cum off his cock head and kissed his lips again. We napped for an hour to regain our strength and then he left without a further word. Over the next year, Tom and I had sex three times a week. Sometimes, if his family or my family were home, I would rent a hotel for us, so we could have a really long lesson. I even shared him with some of my girlfriends. Eventually, Julie broke up with Tom and they never did get married. He wanted to keep fucking, but I denied him. After all, it wasn't interesting anymore and I had my sights on my daughter's new fiancée. I wonder if they're active yet? Mom Helps "Are we going to do that some more then?" Mom caressed my face and kissed me. "Uh, huh. We're going to do that some more. A Lot more." 'Oh, Dear God, get me healed! Please! This is great, but using my hands would be greater!' That was the changing point. Mom came in again that night. "We gotta be quiet, so we don't wake your father." She used her mouth first, then rode me quietly in the dark. After that it was two, three and even four times a day for a week. All of my cum went in her pussy. Then she settled down to my every other day baths again. She would fuck me during the day and come in at night to suck me off. The weeks passed and the doctor was impressed with my recovery. I guess fucking is more exercise for the back and hips than I thought. Neither mom nor I, told him about that part of the exercises. I really liked eating mom' pussy and she seemed to have me do it before riding my cock. Almost every time, so she must have liked it too. Another thing I liked was when she would straddle my legs to suck me off. I could see her doing it and feel her tits pressing into my thighs. She would also rub her pussy on each of my legs. The day I was waiting for, came, quicker than the doctor thought. Everything, except the steel rod neck brace, was coming off. I could finally move my arms and use my hands, like I wanted. No more, mom standing a certain way, so I could play with her tits. Man, I couldn't wait. I couldn't believe how weak and clumsy I was, when the cast came off. I even had trouble holding my own cock to take a piss. It was like, when you sleep on your arm and just as the blood flow is coming back. You can move it, but you can't control it, not really. When we got home, dad was asleep. The note he left said he needed to rest. I thought he was working to hard. Mom checked on him and then came in to clean me up. Like she did for all the cast removals. I tried to play with her legs, using the hand she sat next to, and was moving spastically. She got a chuckle out of it and picked up my right hand. Placing my hand on her tit, she said, "I guess mommy has to help her little boy reach his goal." Then she laughed. Being able to reach out and feel her tits, was heaven. Even if she were clothed. She finished washing me and went to check on dad again. She returned wearing a robe. I had to piss. Mom wanted to help, but I did it myself, spastically. Not having to use the piss-tube or dad' contraption, felt really good. Returning to the bed, mom stopped me and dropped her robe. Looking down from my braced neck position, she looked beautiful, as always. I reached out, with my arms shaking, for her tits. My fingers brushed her tits several times before I was able to grasp them. Mom immediately put her hands on mine. "Mmmmmm. Isn't that better than what I've been having to do?" "Is it ever. Wow! Finally!" Mom stepped to me, hugging me and forcing me to release her fantastic tits. But, I could feel them pressing into my flesh, branding me. I could also feel my rapidly hardening cock pressed against her stomach. "Mmmm. This feels so good." Mom whispered and kissed my chest. Then she sank to her knees and gripped my cock, kissing it. "I've never done it like this before, have I?" Mom asked as she licked the underside of my cock before putting it in her mouth. I couldn't see, with my head like it was. Since I wasn't laying down, I couldn't look in the mirror. So, this was like the first time. I knew what she was doing, but couldn't see it. I felt mom' hands move up and down my thighs, causing my legs to shake. She took me deep in her mouth as her hands moved around to my ass. At first, she lightly caressed my ass. Then she began to squeeze my ass cheeks and pull me to her. Then it happened. For the first time, I felt my balls slap her chin as her nose touched my stomach. "OH God! Gonna ..." "Mmmm. Mmmm. Uhhhh." Usually, mom didn't suck me off when we fucked. She wanted my cum in her pussy. If I had to beg her for a fuck, I was going to, because that's what I'd been waiting for. I started cuming and mom did something she never done before. She gripped my ass and pulled me into her face. I was buried completely in her mouth and cuming like crazy. Mom swallowed it all. Hell, she couldn't not get it all, I was blasting down her throat. Man, I wish I coulda seen it. It seemed like time stood still, as mom dug her fingers into my ass and held me against her face. Finally, she released her grip as her head moved back, while her lips rapidly gripped and released my deflating cock. "Whew! That was amazing. Even better than your father." "You kidding? Really?" "Yes. Really! You fed me lots more than he does. Lots ... More." She kissed her way up to my chest and hugged me. "I need to check on your father. Then, we can do, what we both really want." She hugged me hard and kissed my chest again, then put her robe on before leaving. I went to the bed. I wanted to climb on top of mom when I fucked her, but when I bent over the strain on my neck was too much. So, I climbed on the bed and sat upright. 'Yeah, I can do this.' But, I couldn't see in the mirror and leaned forward until I could. The angle was right where the neck pain started and I realized I would have to be careful. Finally, I could be over mom when we fucked and see her lying beneath me. Mom returned, naked. I could see her as she paused in the doorway. Damn, she looked good, standing there. "Hmmmm, I think I know what you're doing." She had a big smile. "And, I think, I'm going to like that." Mom crossed the room to the bed. Her tits were at face level and she pulled me to them. As my tongue flicked a nipple, I put my hands on her hips. Shit, it felt good, to actually be able to touch her. Mom moaned as she held her tits and moved them back and forth to my mouth. Having more control, I let my hands wander over mom' body. Oh shit, she felt good. So smooth and silky to my fingers. I felt as much as I could reach, for several minutes, as I sucked her tits. Her smooth, soft ass was fantastic and I really liked how it felt. Minutes passed with me lost in the heavenly pleasure of sucking her tits and playing with her ass. I couldn't reach her pussy from behind so I slowly moved a hand around front. It was warm, moist and oh so soft. Mom moaned as my fingers touched her softly between the legs and she pushed her tit against my mouth. "Mmmm, Yes Honey. Touch me. ... Mmmm, Yes. Get me ready for you." In a minute, she shook and I felt her wetness on my hand. She pulled away from me, causing me to whimper, and lay on the bed. Shifting around, I looked in the mirror to see her laying there holding her legs open. 'Son-of-a-bitch! She really wants fucked.' I gripped my cock and watching in the mirror, touched it to her pussy. She wiggled and softly moaned. I rubbed my cock around a little and pushed in. She moaned louder. Feeling the warmth of her pussy on my cock was fantastic and I began short thrusts. "Yessss. Yessss. More. Give me more." Mom moaned softly, lustily. Pushing all the way into her, I tried to thrust hard. "Aaaaaaaaah!" Mom cried out. My neck stopped me. Wanting to slam it to her, I couldn't because of jerking on my neck. So, I settled on, almost. With a steady rhythm. "Yessss. Uhhhh. Yessss. ... Do it. Uhhhh. Uhhhh. Do Uhhhh it." "The word is FUCK, mom. Fuck. Say it. SAY ... IT!" "Uhhhh. Uhhhh. Fu- ... Fuck Uhhhh Uhhhh Fuck me." Her head was rolling from side to side. "FUCK ME!" She screamed and I knew it could be heard through the whole house. But, I couldn't slam it to her as we both wanted. "Jesus, Mom! Not so loud!" "Don't ... care. ... Do it ... Fuck me. ... Oh, God. Feels ... so ... good. ... Fu-uk ... M-me." I tried to step it up, but had to back off, due to my neck. 'Damn neck!' Mom was trying to spur me on with her feet. She was pulling me forward with her heels dug into my ass. And her hands. She was pulling me with her hands. It was entirely different, with mom on the bottom. Mom was like some kind of sex addict. Her head was rolling from side to side. She was gasping, panting and moaning. She was doing as much fucking as I was, rolling, thrusting and hunching her hips. Shit! I never seen a woman act like that. Not even in porn. I could feel mom' opening squeezing hard on my cock. But, there was something else, inside. Something very warm, that seemed to heat up and even vibrate. It did this every time mom would gasp and moan loudly as she pulled against me in orgasm. I lost count of the number of times this happened and neither of my girlfriends did this. Was my mother some kind of nymphomaniac? No! She just really liked sex and dad hadn't been able to give her what she needed, for over a year. This was something I was going to find out about, soon. "Oh Dear God!" Mom shook even more violently than ever. A few seconds later, mom sexily whispered, "You're wearing me out, Honey. Please give me your seed. I need you to breed me. Please, Baby! Breed Mommy." 'What is this breed shit?' It was the way she said it. 'It sounds like she wants to get pregnant!' For the first time that thought entered my head. 'Oh, Shit! We've been having unprotected sex for weeks!' The thought brought it out of me. 'Get my mother pregnant. Hell Yes!' I started trusting as hard as I could. The pain in my neck was excruciating, but the thought of getting mom pregnant had me in its control. I erupted in one of the strongest orgasms I've ever had into that hot gripping sleeve, inside mom' pussy. Mom had me locked to her. Her legs were over mine and her hands were gripping my ass with fingernails dug in. I wasn't pulling out of her pussy. Her eyes were closed and her head was arced back. Both her opening and inside her pussy was squeezing my cock. Like she was milking every last drop from my balls. Finally, she relaxed. "Mom, what's ... did we ... are you ..." I was so confused I couldn't form the sentences. Mom smiled, releasing her hold on me. "I guess I'm going to have to tell you what's going on." "What!? Mom? What!?" "Calm down, Baby. I'll tell you. Now, lay down and relax." I laid down, wondering if mom was going to tell me all of this would be over soon. Or, if what was going through my mind now, could actually happen. Mom sat next to me caressing my chest. "Now then, Honey. There's bad news and good news." My breath froze. I was in fear of what she was going to say. She told me the bad news, first. Dad was dying, he had an inoperable brain tumor. They had been keeping it a secret, because that's what he wanted. They found out over a year ago, and almost immediately, he lost the ability to get an erection. Since mom likes sex like she does, she's been starving for cock. Of course she doesn't say it like that. Mom was really dreading being alone and having to put herself on the market for a man again. Then my accident happened. Their insurance was balking on paying, so they brought me home for recovery. She forgot about her dilemma until having to bathe me. Seeing a hard male cock, got to her. Especially, since it belonged to someone she loved. She figured, she could indulge herself discretely. That is, until she discovered the mirror which meant I saw everything. Since I didn't object, she told dad and he told her to go ahead. As long as no-one was hurt. Once she started having sex with me, she began to think about having a baby instead of another man. She devised her plan and again told dad. And, again, dad didn't care as long as no-one was hurt. All of this was blowing me away. I mean, I couldn't believe dad didn't care if I was fucking mom or for that matter, got her pregnant. "So, baby. Are you alright with it. I mean, that I'm trying to get pregnant?" "Why did you have to be sneaky? You didn't have to be, you know." "I thought I could get by with it. Without you knowing and say it was your father' baby." "Why didn't you just lie, when I asked?" "I don't know. Really, I don't know. I was compelled too, for some reason." "Well, gee, maybe you're thinking the same thing I am." "What's that?" "We, could be a couple." "Oh No! Lord No! We could never do that." "Why not? Do you think I'm going to leave you to raise my child?" Mom eased forward, caressed my face and kissed me. "Your sister would never let it happen. And, I'm not about to lose her. Since the two of you are all I have left." "You sure about Angie? We could talk to her." "Why are you so insistent? Can't you just let me have a baby?" "No." "Why Not? It would be simple and easy for both of us." "Because I've fallen in love with you. I've done nothing but think about how to continue our relationship." Mom kissed me again, passionately. "Oh Baby! I love you too. But ..." "No, Buts! I'll stay in the background and not do anything unacceptable. Then, when dad dies, we can be a couple." "OH BABY, I don't know. It sounds good, it really does. But, what about the, ifs?" "The, ifs?" "Yes the ifs. What 'if' they find a cure for your father?" "Then, I'll leave. No problem. But, it's still my baby." "You'd do that?" "Sure." "OK. What 'if' your sister won't accept it?" "Shit! If she won't, then we could be secret lovers." "And, what 'if' ..." "Stop it, Mom. Just, Stop It. ... Let's find out about Angie first, and go from there." Mom kissed me again and stayed nose to nose, whispering. "You had me at 'Secret Lovers.' But, nothing else, unless your sister can accept it. You understand?" "Yeah, I understand. I accept the terms." "OK, then. I'll be back tonight. I'm ovulating and want to be sure." She gave me a quick peck. "The way it felt, this last time, I think the job is done. But, I don't want to take the chance it's not." That's how it all began. Mom and I are now living as man and wife. And, we have a beautiful little baby girl.